#pleeeeaaaase stop doing this

[byler-alarmist]

Hate when traditional gender roles are pushed on me by otherwise nice little diners and cafés.

The Chef Salad -full of protein! Piled high!

The Waitress Salad- half size, just some greens, maybe a tomato

The Big Papa- two mouth-watering beef patties and two slices of the best cheese this side of the Rockies!! Comes with fries!

The Li'l Mama- half of a chicken patty in a lettuce wrap. Comes with guilt and sadness

[ashwhowrites]

(Waiting patiently on the edge of my seat for the groupie pt 3♥️) Can I request a smutty/angst Eddie x reader where Eddie and reader have been seeing each other behind reader’s boyfriend’s back. Eddie finds out her boyfriend mistreats her and wants her to leave him but she’s scared of what might happen. Angst prompts 10 & 34 pleeeeaaaase

Definitely. I love pain :)

Groupie part 3 will be a bit longer so keep waiting!!

⚠️it's gonna hurt, abuse is mentioned

Smut 18+

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

She never should have allowed herself to fall in love with Eddie. She knew it could only end badly for everyone involved. But it mostly ends badly for her.

When she first met Eddie it was actually through her boyfriend. Apparently they worked together at the mechanic shop. She was bringing lunch to her boyfriend when she met a new face.

"Eddie Munson." He smiled sticking his hand out for her to shake.

She was caught off by the fire that burned when their palms met.

"Y/F/N" with a smile of her own.

~~

When she went home that day that smile of his wouldn't leave her head. She thought of his eyes and hair.

She brought her boyfriend lunch every day, slight excitement building in her when she would leave the house. Excited to see Eddie again.

~~

One day her boyfriend was sick, but Y/N still made lunch and brought it to the shop, this time for the boy who's been stuck in her mind.

"Y/N? Vince isn't here today." Eddie said as he sat at the front desk.

"I know but you are." She smiled as she handed the bag over to him, watching a smile light up his face.

"you brought me lunch?" He asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

"of course. I figured it's unfair to always bring it in for Vince and never for you." She smiled brightly.

"well thank you very much."

~~

After that she slowly found herself wanting to be closer to him. Secretly liking when Vince couldn't make it to work, allowing her and Eddie to talk alone.

She was learning more about him over every lunch. It might have been stupid, but she gave him her number. Letting him know she won't take it personally if he doesn't text.

But he did

And they haven't stopped texting since.

~~

And that's when she felt herself catching feelings for him. She knew she wasn't supposed to like him but she did.

~~

He knew it was dumb, and that he should have never asked but he still did it.

"want to maybe grab some dinner? My treat for all the lunches you bring me ;) "

Maybe he should have deleted the wink before he sent it. He shouldn't be asking out a coworkers girlfriend to dinner.

"as in a date? ;)"

The reply caught him off guard. It definitely shouldn't have been a date, but the wink had him rethinking that.

"if you want it to be"

~~

They met at a bar, sharing appetizers and pitchers of beer.

Getting more drunk as the night went on.

"you are so incredibly gorgeous, do you know that?" He whispered as his hand landed on her knee.

Against her better judgement she leaned into his touch. Resting her own hand on top of his.

"thank you Eddie." She whispered just as quietly, blushing underneath his stare.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the look in his eyes but she found herself leaning towards him further. Lips seconds away from tasting his. She was just one small movement away, eyes closed preparing to feel his lips, but then she didn't. She snapped her open to see Eddie pulling away

"shit no. We can't." He said

Embarrassment filled her, rejection sobering her up quick

"oh God. I'm so sorry. That was so stupid" She squeaked out as she gathered all her things

"wait no, just wait." Eddie tried but she was running out the door.

He tried to catch her, hot on her heels but she got into a cab and was gone.

"fuck" he sighed as he kicked the nearest wall.

~~

She never texted him back, too embarrassed. She went home and sobered up with shame in her bones. She tried to kiss her boyfriend's coworker. She made it a date. When in the hell was wrong with her?

~~

He sent countless texts to her phone

"can we talk?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you run off"

"look please talk to me"

"I wanted to kiss you too"

She looked at the last text multiple times. But it was wrong. It was wrong for how it made her heart race and face flushed.

She quickly deleted the text.

Refusing to see Vince for the last few days. Guilt eating her alive.

~~

She hasn't returned to the shop with lunch in a week. Still embarrassed to show her face to Eddie.

But when Vince called asking for his medicine, she knew she had to bring it. She stopped at his house and grabbed the bottle.

Nervously she drove the whole way to the shop. Praying to any God that was listening for Eddie to not be there.

She tapped the smell bell at the front and waited on her heels. Relief filling her bones when Vince popped out.

"hey baby." He said and kissed her cheek. She tried not to flinch at his rough grip on her waist.

~~

Apparently she wasn't successful because Eddie noticed it when he walked past the front. Eyes watching her closely as she tried to lean away from Vince's touch, hurriedly running out the door.

~~

Y/N was successful in avoiding Eddie. It's been two weeks since he rejected her at the bar. And two weeks since she deleted his texts.

She slowly got back into the routine of things with Vince, trying not to be so suspicious of her behavior.

But apparently her luck had a time limit.

Because as she sat at the table in the restaurant, wearing her sexiest dress, she did expect Eddie Munson in a tux to sit across from her.

~~

Eddie wanted to bang his head into a wall. Hearing Vince bragged about the reservation he got at the fanciest restaurant in town. Eddie felt jealous knowing he was taking Y/N there on a date.

A date he shouldn't even be jealous of, because he was not supposed to like her.

Then Eddie felt anger filling his veins as he watched Vince flirt with a girl at the front desk. The clock was ticking, he was meant to be at that restaurant 30 minutes ago.

"Vince I'll take it from here. Go leave for your date." Eddie tried to help but Vince scoffed and waved him off.

Lying about not knowing anything about a date as he winked towards the girl.

Eddie couldn't believe his eyes.

Eddie had two choices: beat Vince's ass or go to the restaurant.

Eddie picked her

~~

"is this seat taken?" He smiled as she looked up. Shock taking over her features.

She smiled and welcomed him to sit.

Eddie tried not to stare at how amazing she looked in her black tight dress. Licking his lips as he scanned her head to toe as he sat.

She noticed him staring and blushing. Slightly pushing her arms under her boobs to push them up a tad bit further. His eyes catching the action.

"he's standing me up right?" She sighed. Eddie hated the way her eyes went down to her drink, playing with the straw wrapper.

"caught up at work." He slightly lied but she wasn't dumb.

"Let me guess, a blonde with huge tits showed up?" She laughed, even though nothing about it was funny.

Eddie's silence was all she needed to know she was right.

It hurt Eddie to know she knew exactly what Vince was doing before she was even told.

"does he do this a lot?" He asked quietly, hand reaching for hers. Her eyes snapped to his hand that was burning her skin.

"I don't feel like lying tonight, Eddie." She sighed, starting to stand up.

"now where are you going?" Eddie asked as he gripped her hand harder. She looked at him confused.

"home?"

"no uh babe. I took this tux out of the back of my closet, it's getting a good use tonight so sit your lovely ass down and let's eat."

Another moment she should have said no and walked away.

But she sat down, a smile on her face.

~~

"This is me." She sighed out as Eddie walked her up to the front door of her house.

"um Eddie I just wanted to say I'm sorry for trying to kiss you that other night. And thank you for making me not feel like a total loser tonight." She laughed, looking at her high heels.

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets.

"one- don't apologize for the kiss. I was sending signals for it. And you deserve someone who shows up for you. Especially in a dress like that." He whistled as she blushed to the floor.

"this is probably stupid, but do you want to come in?" She asked

"this is probably even more stupid, but yes I would."

~~

Now they sat close on her couch. His arm was thrown over the back of her couch, legs spread wide.

She sat tucked into his side with a glass of wine in her hand. Trying to avert her eyes away from his thick thighs

She wanted it and he wanted it.

Vince didn't appreciate her but Eddie knew he could.

So he thought fuck it.

"If you tried to kiss me again, I wouldn't move away this time." He whispered as he turned his head, staring right into her eyes.

He could see the desire and lust swimming around. Just seconds of overflowing.

She wanted it and he wanted it.

Vince didn't appreciate her but she knew Eddie could.

So she thought fuck it.

She slammed her wine on the table and climbed on his spread legs. Straddling his lap as she smashed her lips onto his.

He moaned at her taste and placed his large hands on her back. Smashing her into him further. He pinched her ass and used the surprise to slip his tongue into her mouth.

His tongue was so warm and wet. Massaging against hers in ways she's never felt. Her brain was telling her it was all wrong. But her body was already grinding on him. Her body was moaning as she felt him grow hard underneath her.

Eddie pulled away breathless, smiling at her smudged red lipstick.

"you're so fucking hot." He moaned as his lips attached themselves to her neck

"Eddie." She moaned as she pulled away.

She stared at him for a few seconds. Debating if she was really going to do this. She was going to destroy a relationship, become a cheater.

But looking at his lips smeared with her lipstick, his eyes were huge and dark. Hair messed up from her fingers. The way he looked already fucked out had her thighs clenching

Fuck it- she's a cheater

"fuck me Eddie" she whined, standing up and unzipping her dress.

Eddie sucked on his bottom lip as she stripped in front of him. Her hands teased her skin as she trailed her fingertips around her breasts.

He palmed himself over his dress pants. Groaning at the small relief he felt as he watched her slowly unclip her bra. Next removing her underwear.

She stood naked in front of him

Eddie scooted to the edge of the couch, face to face with her lower stomach. He kissed her naked skin.

Lifting a leg over his shoulder, now face to face with her wet cunt.

"so gorgeous baby." He moaned as he slowly rubbed her outer lips, teasing her.

She whined as she dug her hands into his curls. She felt so vulnerable being naked in front of him while he was still dressed in a suit. It made her drip.

Eddie kissed the skin on her thighs that laid next to his head.

"eds please." She begged, rocking her hips closer to his face.

He nodded and licked a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit. She shuddered at the action, scrunching his hair tightly. He barely touched her and she felt like she needed to come undone.

He kitten licked her clit, small circles with his tongue before shoving his tongue into her hole.

"oh yes." She whined, feeling his tongue inside of her. She was trying to hold on to Eddie tight to not fall over.

Eddie replaced his tongue with his fingers. Shoving two deep into her cunt, scissoring in and out. All while keeping his mouth on her clit.

The louder she moaned the harder he went with his fingers. He was fingering her as fast as he could.

His own hips rocked into the air as he felt how wet she was. His fingers covered in her. The sounds of her wet pussy taking in his fingers had him leaking in his boxers.

When he snuck in a third finger she was seconds away from screaming. Her knee buckling as she tried to stay up. Eddie placed his free hand on her hip, trying to stabilize her.

He removed his mouth from her cunt

"you look so gorgeous like this baby." He meant it too. He's never felt his cock this hard in his life. Watching her body thrash in place, stomach huffing up and down. Her tits moving slightly when she'd rock her hips into his fingers.

"please eat me out Eddie. Eat my pussy."

He growled at her words. Diving back into her cunt. Sucking and licking everywhere. Making it as wet and loud as he could.

His fingers curving up to hit her spongy spot that had her thighs shaking.

"IM GONNA CUM!" she screamed. Eddie used his nose to nod on her clit. Returning to eating her out like he was starved. Refusing to come up for air until she finished.

She came with a silent scream, hips rocking into his face as she yanked his head closer. His head burned but he didn't care. Eyes looking up at her as she orgasmed. He moaned pathetically at how beautiful she looked, hips humping the air.

He cleaned her up, using his tongue to shove some of her cum back in her.

"Jesus fuck." She gasped out. Planting both feet on the ground but placing her hands on Eddie's shoulders to steady herself.

She smiled down at him. His hair was even more fucked up and his mouth was soaked in her.

"that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Eddie laughed as he slapped her ass. Her moan cut off her laugh.

"I need to fuck you baby." He said as he worked to undo his belt but her hand stopped him.

"fuck me in my bed please?" She asked as she held out her hand.

Eddie smiled and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed in surprise.

"lead me the way." He declared as he raced through the house.

~~

After that she couldn't ignore his texts.

Especially the texts that had her sneaking a hand in her panties.

Or the texts that made her giggle.

Or the texts that made her heart beam with love.

~~

Eddie couldn't get her out of his head. They've been sneaking around for two months now and he couldn't get enough.

But he wanted more. He wanted Y/N to himself.

"Eddie, boys are going to the bar want to come?" Vince asked as he cleaned off his hands.

"no. I've got plans." Eddie answered as he threw on his jacket heading to his car

"a hot date?" Vince teased

"something like that"

~~

Eddie parked down the block from her house before running to the door. Knocking impatiently. The second she opened the door he was on her. Kicking the door closed behind him as he smashed his lips on her.

"I've been thinking about you all day." She moaned as her hands ripped off his grease stained shirt

"like what baby?" He gasped out as her fingers teased the top of his boxers.

"how bad I want that cock in my throat." She got on her knees and tugged down his pants and boxers.

Biting her lip at the sight of his hard and red cock.

She wasted no time and sucked him slowly. Taking him in a bit at a time.

"take all of it. I know you can." He grunted through his teeth, trying his best not to force her down his cock.

She ended up gagging and choking on it anyways

~~

Once they hit the third month, Eddie wanted her only or to be out.

His heart couldn't take it when he'd see them together.

He hated when she'd talk on the phone while Eddie sat next to her.

He knew he was signing up for this but it was starting to hurt too much.

~~

So he stopped it.

"I can't do this anymore. I need you to leave him. Be with me. I know you are happier with me." He pleaded

"Eddie I can't. You don't understand what he would do if he found out." She tried to explain

"no you always say that and I just shut up but I can't anymore. I love you and I know you love me too. So be with me. We will figure it out together."

"Eddie stop! If he found out he'd try to kill you, actually kill you. I can't let him hurt you." She tried to reason with him. Keeping Eddie safe was the only thing she could do.

"But we can run away! He will never find us."

"yes he will Eddie. He has found me before! He beat me badly last time. We can't do this."

"can't or you just won't?" He snapped

"Eddie it's not like that. If I could you know I would" she cried. Tears now flew down her face faster than she could catch them. She reached for his hand but he yanked it away from her.

"then we are over." He said as he stood up, walking to her door.

"EDDIE NO DON'T DO THIS." she screamed running after him. Standing in front of her door.

"Y/N move , You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me! You are doing this to yourself." He demanded. Holding in his own tears.

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.” she begged, dropping to her knees

"I don't feel like lying tonight, Y/N."

She felt like she was choking on her own tears. No air was making it to her lungs. She silently watched as he opened the door and walked out. Never once looking behind him.

~~

Eddie hasn't seen her in three weeks.

Three horrible weeks and he barely felt like he was holding on. She called every day many times but he never picked up. Last night she called for the last time.

When he finally returned to work he noticed Vince was more pissed off than usual.

But Eddie ignored him.

He noticed that Y/N left a message with her latest call, something she hadn't done. He headed outside and listened to it closely.

Hey Eddie,

I finally did it! I left him. I tried to call you to tell you but you obviously don't want to talk to me. Which is fine, I totally get it. I haven't left too far yet, a part of me is still holding on to you, on to the thought of us. I keep calling because I want to ask you to come with me, super hypocritical of me I know. Asking you to leave with me when I couldn't even do it. I'm leaving for California today. I'm not sure why I'm still calling. I think you not answering my past ten calls should be a sign. I'm sorry Eddie. I really am. I was so scared of what he could do to me or to you. I tried to leave him before, the night we first kissed I told him. He beat me for hours and threatened to kill you if I ever left. I promise I just wanted to keep you safe. If I could have left with you the first time I saw you, I would have. But thank you. You reminded me what it was like to fall in love. To feel loved and desired. That's something he could never take anyway from me. I love you Eddie Munson, goodbye."

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[colorisbyshe]

atla is such an interesting example because fans want it to be taken very seriously as a visionary piece of art instead of a kids cartoon but the moment u try and give it any criticism (as u would a visionary piece of art) they get very very angry and accuse u of thinking too much about a kids cartoon 🤡

yeah. and, not to be like, controversial

but even the "it's radical for a CHILDREN'S CARTOON" thing falls apart when you remember how pro-colonizer it is and how some of the most major character work it does is make you sympathize with a literal war criminal

like... no, i don't think this cartoon made for 8 year olds should have the fire nation beheaded on screen or whatever... but.... surely there are better takes than "awww the war criminal is sad :("

and that maybe if you can't avoid doing that because your children's media is trying to promote thinking from all perspectives with an open mind, maybe DON'T tackle heavy subjects like genocide and colonization

(but also the show seemed JUST FINE at killing off actual radical people?? so... weird??? like... they didn't have to do jet like that)

people always go OH SO YOU WANTED AANG TO MURDER PEOPLE but that's literally just to avoid the actual problem

especially when we have the sequel, korra, that IS intended for older audiences and DOES include killing people and time and time again it still came to "if you're radical in a leftist way, you're evil and you should die and if you're radical in a conservative way... well i hope you reform :3 or are dealt with in a calm and fair way"

like damn you can still be attached to the atla characters as an adult, i guess, like i won't pretend i'm not still attached ot the hip to my favorite retconned criminal boy sasuke, but can we please stop can we pleeeeaaaase stop

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Two Worlds ep. 7

I’m going into this episode expecting nothing but more backstory between Thai and his Khram from three years ago (especially considering how the previous episode ended). I hope I will get some Jao and Wayu moments in the present. But I hoped for that ages ago. I want to see these two idiots fall in love. Pleeeeaaaase?

Honestly, thank you for not staying in the past too long this episode.

It must’ve hurt Jao to admit that Thai had come back to life after meeting this Khram. So, where’s Wayu? Come and take care of your future boyfriend!

Wait, Khram is actually leaving with Phupha?

Not anymore!

The way they’re arguing about how Thai should address Khram… 

This Khram being jealous of the other Khram and Thai trying to smooth it over made me laugh.

Well, I’ve been sus about Janda for some time…

Excuse me? That confession went hella fast, and we didn’t get to see any of it. Is it really Janda who’s behind it? Or does the aunt have something to do with it since we basically just have to trust her word here… I mean, she says she loves Phupha but lying is hella easy…

Something is definitely going on. Will Phupha drug his aunt, considering he has a plastic pouch of something that looks like white powder?

Well, there we have it. It was the aunt…

Phupha is in danger again and Khram is getting his chance to save Phupha in this world.

Damn, the aunt is wacko.

Oh, lord… The old greedy succession thing is behind it…

Damn! Phupha’s biological dad was in love with the man who raised Phupha! Btw, did he reveal this before he died? I can’t remember, lol…

I hope Phupha uses that bottle as a weapon. Smash it into her pretty skull, or something.

Wait, did he add that powder he had into the wine?

Yes, he did.

Did they never think to search his pockets and stuff when they kidnapped him? What amateurs… LOL!

But whyyyyy would you scream before you attack someone from behind? Just do it! Don’t alert them that you’re coming! Seriously, what kind of amateurs are these people?! Not that I want Phupha to die in this world as well. But what the fuck is this? LMFAO!

So, Thai brought a knife to a sword fight?

Damn, licking that sword, blood and all, was hella sexy. I know, I’m weird…

Thai waving the other guy over like “Come on, bitch, show me what you’ve got” and I’m living for it.

Well, the knife won.

Khram saying he’s scared of losing people he loves is relatable.

There was finally some progress on the Phupha storyline in this episode. The only thing (and the major thing) I was missing in this episode were more Jao and Wayu moments. When will we get to see these idiots stop their arguing and hook up? I’ve been patiently waiting for a loooong time…

Anyway… Phupha is basically safe now, right? So, that means the remaining three episodes will, most likely, be about whether or not Khram will have to go back to his world or not. That has to come up at some point, I’m sure.

But, please, pleeeeeaaaase, give me some Jao and Wayu moments next episode. I’m starving!

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (21)

@tastetherainbow290 it has been So Long since i’ve read this

chapter 64

“As it turns out, a war not hard-won is just…awkward.” 😭

amos?!

💔 

poor barty ☹️

SYBILL ?!

💔

there is no disability erasure here

regulus 😭😭😭

rodolphus and rabastan fighting about the pillow

james ☹️

oh no war

“Honestly, they'd kill it in charades.”

james and his cane iconic duo

“no one ever thinks to look up” 💔

RABASTAN?!

i’m in class rn i can’t cry

lily and remus friendship ❤️‍🩹

“He had blood in his mouth more often than something sweet, and so that became his favorite meal. “ 😧

lily ☹️

remus and lyall ❤️‍🩹

tim and not-tim

“The world is a little more hollow without them in it.”

chapter 65

kingsley 💔

alecto and narcissa? okay. 

i love james

🎶he is dealing with the unimaginable🎶

sirius lyall and remus reunion 

good parents club

“"Are you pouting?" James asks, amused. "No," says Regulus, who is pouting.”

jegulus ❤️‍🩹

chapter 66

this one is supposed to be heavy so i will read it later

it is later. (it has been several days)

ariana being a tree is so thalia of her

ew snape

oh me oh my what’s gonna happen 

rita?!

PANDORA 

rita deserved it tbh

i love barty

children 😧

monty?!

i’m skimming bc my attention span

ok i’m taking a break again

back several days later again!

i’m anticipating reading art heist baby so i need to finish thisss ahhhh

barty no don’t die

his arm ?!

i wish you could see my face rn

what. 

james! yes. 

the lore. is all coming together 

“All Regulus can think, at this moment, is that he can't wait to tell Remus about this.”

WHAT

thank god barty is still alive

i think i jinxed it guys…

chapter 67

pleeeeaaaase can we be done with the heavy chapters i can’t do this anymore 

remus!

i need to know what happened to emmeline and rodolphus

oh!

yes remus

WHAT

"She started the war for me, and she'll end it for me, too." 

MARLENE!!!! AHHHH!!!!!! with the same ring too ❤️‍🩹 i swear to god if she dies i will too

i need to stop saying this shit (omg anagram) because every time i do it happens

nononononononono

oh poor dorcas omg.

snape pov again why

PANDORA?!

no dont do this to me

“albus is pacing” when is he not

scapegoat another vocab word

albus just letting people die instead of saving them as always

MONTY NO

alice 💔

emmeline 💔

rodolphus 💔

narcissa 💔

alecto 💔

minerva 💔

REMUS 

and dorcas ☹️

i know neither of them died but still

REGULUS 

i gasped

aberforth?!

NOW he stops it 

ok severus eat ig

thank god my pookies aren’t actually dead

🎶come on eileen🎶

wait is everyone’s password their mothers name

please i hope monty isn’t dead

HE LIVES!

oh.

my face is getting hives again im starting to think im allergic to this fic

monty 💔

yes riddle die

ok dorcas 

SHE DOESNT KNOW

she doesn’t know. omg she doesn’t know

poor dorcas ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

at least the war is over?

i need to take another extended break from this 

[dannystheone]

Obey Me! Tickle Drabble Last Pudding Cup (Mammon Lee/Beel Ler)

Hey guys! I’ve had this idea in my head for a hot minute, I thought it would be cute as a little introduction to me being new to the fandom. I hope you all enjoy :D 

No warnings, no 18+ 

Beel’s food has gone missing and there’s only one other person around...

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 “Mammoooonnnn-” A voice drawled from the kitchen. A tanned-skinned demon was playing fake gambling on his phone as the voice grew louder. Mammon rolled his eyes and continued playing. 

 “Mammooooonnnn...where’s any fooooood...” The tanned demon flit his eyes over to see his orange-haired brother slumped against the communal refrigerator. Of course it was empty, Beel was always cleaning it out. Mammon rolled his eyes once again and raked his snowy hair back. 

 “Where do you think it is? It’s probably sitting in your gut as we speak.” Mammon’s eyes furrowed as he bet his fake money all on black. He lost the game. 

 “But I’m hungryyyy, and there’s nothing to eeeeaaatt...” Beel unhitched himself off the fridge as his stomach growled in hunger. Mammon was sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, watching Beel out of the corner of his eye drape himself over Mammon’s shoulders. 

 “Oi, paws off me! I can’t help you get food!” Mammon was betting on red on his fake roulette while trying to unhand Beel. Beel just made himself heavier.  

 “Mammon help me pleeeeaaaase. I’m hungryyyy...” Beel buried his face in the crook of Mammon’s neck and continued mumbling about how hungry he was. Mammon’s mouth quirked into a smile as he sputtered and pushed on Beel’s head. 

 “Pffmmt- Beheheel! Get off, you’re tickling me!” Mammon started struggling underneath Beel’s weight as Beel’s words were vibrating in his neck.  

 “But I’m hungryyyy! I have to eeeeeaaatt! And you took my last pudding cup!” Beel whined further. Without picking up his head from Mammon’s neck, he took his hands and started scribbling his fingers in Mammon’s sides. 

 A shriek tore from Mammon as he wriggled underneath his brother. “EEK! Beheheel get ohohohoff! I don’t hahahave anything! Ahahand nohoho I didn’t!” Mammon dropped his phone to use his other hand to try and brace Beel’s hands off of his sides. 

 Beel allowed Mammon to drag his hands down from his sides, just to latch his hands onto Mammon’s hips and squeezed his fingertips in. Mammon squealed and bucked in his seat. 

 “Get me some food to make up for taking my pudding and I’ll stop.” Beel shrugged off the cute routine and dug into Mammon’s hips.

 “Beheheheel plehehehease!! I-I’m brohohohoke I cahahahahan’t!” Mammon pleaded and wriggled himself out of his chair and fell on the floor in giggles. Beel rolled his eyes from Mammon’s theatrics and extended a hand out to help his brother. 

 Mammon gave Beel a sideways glance and stood up himself. “Why the sudden attack on me? Is that any way to treat your older brother?” Beel rose an eyebrow when he revealed something from behind his back. The empty pudding cup.

 “It is when you’ve ate something that was specifically labeled under my name.” Mammon opened his mouth to say something, but closed it for the better. “Now are you gonna take me out to eat, or should I finish what I started?” 

 Mammon huffed an angry breath and threw up his hands. “Fine, I guess there’s no other solution. You know you’re a surprisingly good negotiator. I seriously don’t remember eating it-” 

 An avatar with blonde hair entered the kitchen. Satan looked at his two brothers with a quirked eyebrow. Beel smiled at his presence. 

 “Oh, hi Satan. Wanna join us for lunch?” Satan held up a hand to Beel’s offer. 

 “Thanks Beel, but I’m full. I had a pudding cup from the fridge not too long ago.” 

 Mammon looked to Beel with an accusatory agape jaw. Beel set his jaw and cracked his knuckles towards Satan. 

 “You had a what from the fridge?” 

[of-quinn]

"I've got time."

✦ Sentence Starters ✦ @brutalscaled ✦

     It was the kind of sound that made someone's ears ring and induce a surge of panic. Alarms were blasting and lights were flashing. But this sound was music to the ears of those locked away in Arkham Asylum, a breakout in the process. Guards shouted orders at one another, as well as patients, they were greeted with cheers and wild laughter at their demands. Did they really expect them to just stop what they were doing, step back and act as if nothing happened? As if. Some of these men and women were smart, they ran out while others hid knowing exactly what kind of monsters in all forms were in there.

     Her cell was the only one that hadn't opened, truthfully, she had been working at it for quite some time. She had even attempted flagging down some of the guards who simply ignored her because they were running for their lives from others. Truthfully, it was starting to seem hopeless, the likeliness of someone stopping to help her get out of her cell seemed low. A mass amount of people locked away in Arkham Asylum would break out and taste freedom, meanwhile, Harley would remain inside as one of the few, if not the only one to have not made an exit.

     "Can someone pleeeeaaaase get me the fuck outta here!"

     She wasn't sure if she pleads would be heard over the mass amount of chaos. But to her surprise, an all too familiar voice greeted her ears.

     "I've got time."

     "Oh thank god. I thought I was gonna be stuck in here…" Harley let out a large sigh as she plopped down on the bed in her cell, "I doubt anyone is gonna come over. just gimme out, please."

[sanapuna]

After the "my girl/darling"

Louis: Pick up the call,sun, please?

Harry: Talk to "your girl", dont wanna talk to you.

Louis: Who's "my girl"? Did i do something wrong? I thought you were my girl.

Harry: I thought so too...

Louis: Love, can you pleeeeaaaase tell me what this is about? I cant read your mind, stop whining and tell me?

Harry: Oh so I'm whining now? Sorry for bothering you then.

Louis: No no no, I did't mean that, sun. Can you please tell this oblivious worried of a man what his adorable boyfriend is mad about? It would reeaally help him.

Harry: The girl, she gave you a pen, and was called your girl...

Louis: Oh that. I'm sorry darling, I didnt think you would mind. Pleeeaaase forgive me? Pretty please with a cherry on top? Your my only girl. The prettiest girl. My babygirl.

Harry: Your forgiven.Sing me to sleep?

Louis: Anything for my girl.

[0soul0]

-- Info --

General information about what Soul is, how he came to be, and how he branches from/differs from the Corruption Mod itself.

Disclaimer: I will state plainly and clearly that I understand some people do not like the Corruption Mod or are a little scared of it. Most of the time, I do not refer to the Corruption Mod itself, but in situations I do I will refer to it in the past tense. Soul can exist separately from it, but when it does get brought up it is in the past; theoretically, this is after the Corruption Mod is all over. Soul can exist separately from this mod and you do not need to know anything about it. All you need to know is his appearance and what I have written on this blog itself. Thank you!

p.s. for my crossover and OC buddies, Friday Night Funkin’ as a whole is modern fantasy and modern sci-fi. Pleeeeaaaase I wanna rp with you so bad you don’t have to sing or make your character sing, roleplays will not be about singing if you don’t want them to be!! I love you let’s rp

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What is he?:

So. Soul Boyfriend is a raw personification of Boyfriend’s soul, and as such is very intense with however BF thinks or feels. Essentially, he is a version of BF's inner-most desires and emotions, also why he is a little bigger and sounds more mature than BF: he most likely desires these things deep down.

He's very narcissistic and madly cares about anyone BF is in love with or cares about. He has BF's best interest in mind regardless of if BF agrees with or supports him, but also will consider the best interests of those he cares about. However, just because he considers your interests does not mean he will actually care about them. In the end, he will do what he sees best, although he is not unreasonable this can cause him to be seen as ‘evil’ because he will make Boyfriend fight to get motivated. Basically, he doesn’t care if BF or you agree with what he’s doing, if he believes it’s the best interest, he’s going to do it unless you can stop him in some way. Soul will do whatever it takes to match his own ideals and keep you safe. Much unlike Boyfriend in his regular state. Boyfriend does not fear things normally. His form is 'demonic' because that is an inner aesthetic BF has grown to love, but he is not truly a demon: he is a soul. He has fangs, claws, a prehensile tail, and his hair is starting to take on a horn shape much like his original sources that sparked his creation and separation from BF: The Dearest’s. Creation and separation: In non-corrupt au’s/post-corruption au’s, his creation was triggered by the supernatural aura that Boyfriend is getting continuously exposed to fighting all of these demonic entities and supernatural bosses. Ergo, he is a chimera of multiple sources of power, including demons of high rank, demons of low rank, entities, monsters, et cetera. He is not all-powerful but an ever-growing enigma that happened to have the right combination of auras and energies to trigger his sentience and ability to separate from Boyfriend. You could theoretically consider him a member of any species he has energy from that fueled his creation. He will always be Boyfriend's soul, though. Existing uses up valuable energy. Every time you see him outside of BF’s body, he is using energy to be able to do so. Moving. Using his skills and abilities. Lifting more weight than he has to. All of this uses energy. Any time he is near you, he may be unknowingly or knowingly taking energy from you. Especially supernatural and non-human beings. This has the potential to make him very powerful, but how quickly he goes through energy usually prevents overloads.  If he attempts to touch or bite you, he is most likely acting malicious and intentionally trying to siphon energy from your being. If you physically hurt Soul, then BF will feel pain. If you physically hurt BF, then Soul will feel pain. One cannot exist without the other. If either of them were to get killed, the other will die as well. Personality issues: If he indulges in his sources of energies badness (like how demons can eat souls, if he ate another soul...) this badness can influence him and start warping his personality into whatever cruelties that specific source is known for. Powerful energies can warp and twist him, he had gotten extremely lucky so far that Boyfriend was a meat shield between him and the demonic energies so far. But now he mostly lacks that meat shield, and energy can easily change him ...

Appearance and body issues:

Soul claims he originally used to be blue; this is because a non-sentient version of BF’s soul that has not risen yet to Soul’s level, is simply blue. His fangs, claws, tail, colour pallet, hair horns, actual horns, hidden wings and other attributes are all taken from his sources of energy and turned into an aesthetic he enjoys. He chose his body himself. He only has one eye, and no eye socket for the other. His skeleton is incomplete, horrific and fused in all the wrong places, detached in others, and could not realistically support life. If you want to stun him you need to grab his tail and pull, it will pull on his entire detached pelvic and spinal system and cause him to go limp due to discomfort.

----------------- TLDR: Soul Boyfriend had come to sentience initially due to supernatural energies that Boyfriend had been thoroughly exposed to, before separating from his body after detecting and/or dealing with a great danger. Though Boyfriend doesn’t fear these threats, Soul Boyfriend does because he actually learned from the past. (This means Boyfriend may be blocking things out.)

[i-am-become-a-name]

"Of course you don’t understand! Sometimes, when we’re confronted by terrible things, we smile. It’s called being alive, and making the most of it."

Fifth Doctor, Ghost Walk.

[flannel-cladpika]

Oikawa Toru x F! Reader - Finding You (Soulmate AU)

Request: Hi I was wondering if I could request number 28 from the soulmate Au list ? I was wondering if you could do Shinsou or oikawa ? Maybe with a female or nonbinary reader ? Amd maybe have it be fluff that eventually turns moderetly spicy if you feel comftroable with that? If not thats ok!

I really hope I requestes this correctly if not I'm so sorry !

Thank you so much for taking your time to read this ! Have an amazing day! And please drink some water !!

@moonstone777​​

My List of Soulmate AUs

TW: Fluff and Suggestive content

It was your 5th birthday when your spirit creature appeared.

You’d been awoken by movement coming from next to you in your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, gradually adjusting to the light coming in from your window.

Then, you heard shuffling coming from under the covers next to your head. You pulled back the blanket, and had to hold in your squeal from the absolute cuteness before you.

There, curled up in a ball, was an adorable little...thing. It shifted when you moved the covers, and it blinked open it’s eyes, looking at you with pure curiosity.

It had a similar body-shape, nose, and paws to a chinchilla (your neighbor had one, and you thought it was just the coolest animal ever), and was only about the size of a chipmunk. It was very fluffy, with milk-chocolate fur that flared out slightly, and big, pretty mocha eyes. There was a pair of turquoise, alien-looking antennae sprouting from atop it’s head, behind which was a pointy but fuzzy pair of ears that resembled a dog’s. You noticed the little creature also had a squirrel tail that was extra long and bushy, along with white mitten-like patches on it’s front paws. 

You scooped up the little critter, giggling as it licked your thumb with it’s tiny turquoise tongue. 

You nuzzled your nose against the tiny creature’s, giving it an eskimo kiss. The small animal let out happy coos and began rubbing it’s cheek against yours, something akin to a purr being heard as it did so. You hoped your mother would let you keep it. After all, she and your father both had strange pets of their own, why couldn’t you have one too?

You smiled gleefully. This creature was just soooo cute! You held it close and hurried out of your room, careful not to trip or fall, so as to avoid harming the precious little being in your hands. You scurried down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen where you heard your mother humming as you smelled the scent of bacon frying.

“Mommy! Look! Look! I found him in my bed! Isn’t he cute?! Can we keep him?! Pleeeeaaaase?” you begged your mother, holding up the adorably odd little critter. You didn’t know how, but you just knew the tiny being was a he. 

Your mother turned around, her dragon-esque creature sitting on her shoulder also glancing back at you. It’s eyes were the same color as your father’s, though they were the shape of a goat’s, and it’s scales were the same hue as his hair. The creature was about as big as a medium house-cat, with a kind temperament.

You looked up at your mom, hoping she’d say yes, but instead she began to laugh lightheartedly. You and your tiny friend tilted your heads in confusion.

“Huh?” you said, very lost in this situation. What was so funny?

Your mother calmed down after a few seconds and kneeled down to your eye level.

“Sweetheart, this little animal is your Spirit Creature. It has a similar personality and physical features as your soulmate, and it will have the same interests as them too. Of course you can keep him! He’ll be with you forever, anyways, no matter what!” your mom said, her expression showing her excited amusement.

Your eyes brightened and then you looked down at the little bundle of fluff in your hands as it looked back at you, eyes looking just as joyful. You smiled happily, jumping up and down as your new tiny friend hopped on top of your head and let out cheerful squeaks. 

You stopped jumping as you then contemplated something, before grinning gleefully and gently removing the creature from your head and bringing him to face you. 

“I think your name shall be.... Michi! How about that?” you asked the odd tiny animal.

He chittered in affirmation, his expression looking very happy at the name.

“Ok, Michi it is!” you exclaimed, excited to have your own little friend that would be with you for life.

Over the years, you would learn more about the strange critters that everyone had. 

Turned out that the only people who could touch a Spirit Creature, were the creature’s owner, that person’s soulmate, and all other spirits. Every time someone else tried to touch one, they would go right through the little things, as though they were holograms. 

When you started middle school, you looked at all the clubs, and decided to try out the swim club, as your parents had taught you how to swim when you were very little, wanting you to be prepared for anything. 

The minute you got in the pool and started to race against your peers, you fell in love with the sport. 

The feeling of the water rushing past your skin as you propelled your body forward, was incredible. The sounds of hands and legs breaching the surface of the pool when you first dive in, was magical. 

The best feeling of all, though, had to be the thrill of winning. It felt amazing to stand there at the edge of the pool, hearing your name be announced as one of the winners. 

You couldn’t get enough of that feeling of victory. When you entered your 3rd year, you became the captain of your middle school swim team, almost making it to nationals. However, a rival school completely wiped the floor with you guys in the semi-finals, crushing your chances of making it to the tournament in Tokyo.

You kept up a strong front for your team, comforting them, telling them that it wasn’t their faults and that you were still proud of them. However, the minute you were away from them, you cried silently as you cradled a melancholy Michi in your arms, swearing that you would never let yourself be beaten so badly ever again.

When you graduated from middle school, you chose to attend Aoba Johsai High School after hearing their swim team was incredibly good, having made it to Nationals the previous year.

The day you arrived to Aoba Johsai, Michi started acting odd. 

The extremely adorable little chinchilla-like critter had always been very playful and silly, attracting people (often females) and Spirit Creatures alike. He had reached his full size about 2 years prior, having grown to the size of a small feline. He became rather fond of riding on your shoulders, his bushy tail often wound around your neck when it was cold out, creating a very cozy make-shift scarf.

However, when you stepped foot onto the Aoba Johsai campus on your first day of classes, the usually calm and laid-back creature suddenly became very alert as he sniffed the air for some unknown scent.

Michi unwrapped his long fluffy tail from your upper right arm, hoping down from your shoulder and landing as gracefully as always on the floor. He was about to run off, his little front legs outstretched as he was about to leap forward, but you scooped him up before he could get anywhere.

You wanted to follow the little guy, knowing that if he was that unusually focused on something, it had to be important. But, you were new to this school, and didn’t want to get in trouble for being late on your first day.

So, you held the little guy close, scratching between his doggy ears and hearing him let out a purring sound at the affection. 

You fast-walked to get to your class on time, completely missing a head of extremely familiar brown hair. 

Ironically enough, the brunette also missed your very familiar (e/c) that perfectly matched the shade of his own creature’s orbs.

-Timeskip- 3 years later-

You had joined the swim team as a 1st year and were immediately welcomed with open arms. The coach was a strict but caring woman who knew what she was doing, and your teammates were amazing swimmers that were just as competitive as you. You loved your team and felt like they were your second family. 

Once your 3rd year came around, you were nominated as captain by a unanimous vote. You were ecstatic that your team believed in you so wholeheartedly, and pledged to do your absolute best.

The only thing that kept concerning you, was that you kept needing to distract Michi everyday. The little thing was always trying to lead you somewhere every time you set foot on school grounds, especially during practice. 

However, you were always so busy with schoolwork and club activities, that you couldn’t ever find the time to figure out where he was trying to lead you. Eventually, you’d gotten into the routine of picking up the small creature and cuddling or petting him until he calmed down.

“Michi! Come back!” You called, running after the fluffy Spirit Creature. 

Swim practice had just ended, and the second you were out of the pool, the small spirit ran off. He usually would at least let you dry off a bit before dashing away, but you guessed he was just impatient at the moment.

You swiped a towel from the rack, wrapping it around your waist, and quickly slipped on the shower sandals you kept in your gym bag, before chasing after your small creature, hoping to catch him before you left the pool area of the school.

Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky.

Michi was apparently extra determined this time, as he ran faster than usual and even made it out of the exit doors (which someone had left open for some dang reason). 

But, you managed to catch him just as he set his first paw on the concrete, scooping him up and giving him a scolding look, to which he wiggled his body, trying to escape your grasp. Weird...He usually calmed down once you held him. What the heck was up with him?

Just as you were pondering what was wrong with your little friend, you heard a pleasingly sweet yet masculine voice call out.

“Mizu! Come back!” you heard the voice. It sounded like it was coming closer.

Suddenly, you felt something rubbing against the base of your leg. You looked down to see someone’s Spirit Creature.

The medium-dog sized animal had the body of a that one Pokémon, what was the name of it again....? Vulpix? Empoleon?.....Vaporeon! Yeah. It had the body of a Vaporeon, with four legs and a long tail that ended in a big beta-fish fin, it’s skin seeming similar to a seal’s. However, that was where the similarities ended.

The little one’s eyes matched your own in color, but its pupils looked more like a lizard’s. It’s skin, small kitten ears, and the long dorsal fin on it’s back were the same color as your hair and transitioned into a turquoise and white wave pattern near it’s tail. It’s paws were like cute little turquoise mittens, with the small fins that sprouted from either side of it’s head and hind legs being a mixture of white and (h/c). 

The small creature rubbed against you like a cat, making figure-eights between your feet as it let out cute little happy chirping sounds.

It took a minute to register that you could actually feel the spirit’s body moving against you. Your eyes widened at the realization of what that meant.

Michi hopped out of your arms and proceeded to nuzzle the unknown spirit that quickly reciprocated the affection.

You heard the footsteps from before come closer before suddenly stopping about a meter in front of you.

You looked up from the two adorable critters playing with each other, and saw a very familiar pair of brown eyes and head of café hair.

“Mizu! There you are, silly girl! Sorry about her, she always runs off like thi-” the boy started, looking at his spirit creature as he spoke before bringing his gaze up to meet your own. The boy’s shocked expression mirrored your own feelings at the moment.

“You...” he whispered out softly, looking you up and down before blushing profusely, which he tried to hide with his hand over the lower half of his face.

You were at first confused why he seemed so flustered, until you realized you were still only in your school swimsuit, your towel having fallen off when you were surprised by the female spirit. 

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you scrambled to grab the course fabric off the ground and wrap it around your waist. 

“H-Hi...” you said to the brunette, shyly glancing up at him.

He wore a pair of black shorts that accentuated his thigh muscles and showed of his strong calves, as well as a grey t-shirt that did very little to hide his well toned physique. His mocha eyes were so breath-taking, you felt like you could gaze into them for eternity and never be happier. His milk-chocolate hair looking so fluffy, you had an extremely strong urge to just run your fingers through it.

You always cared more about someone’s personality than their looks, but you had to admit; He was gorgeous.

“You’re my...” the boy began softly, stepping towards you as though in a daze.

You stood still as you tried to wrap your head around the whole situation. This beautifully statuesque male was your destined life-long partner. 

“Soulmate...” you finished for him, the word unconsciously slipping from your lips.

The brunette suddenly hugged you, catching you off-guard. He nuzzled his face into your damp shoulder, seemingly not caring if he got damp from his actions.

“I finally found you.” he whispered. You felt a smile forming on his face against your skin.

You relaxed into his embrace, carefully winding your arms around him. 

“Yeah... You found me.” you said softly, rubbing small circles into the male’s back as a tiny smile worked it’s way onto your lips.

The boy abruptly pulled away from the tender moment, his hands going to your shoulders.

“What’s your name? I need to know your name!” he said with urgency.

You laughed at the tonal shift.

“(L/n). (L/n) (Y/n).” you replied, a grin on your features.

The look in his eyes brightened. “I love it! It’s so pretty! It really suits you!” he responded excitedly.

Your grin widened at his words, happy to hear his compliment.

“Why, thank you. And you? What should I call you?” you asked playfully.

The boy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he leaned into your personal space, his face so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

“You can call me...sir, pretty thing.” he whispered seductively.

You giggled at his words, but still filed that information away. It could come in handy later.

“You’re cute, but I’d rather save that for when we’re alone. What can I call you around others?” you asked teasingly.

The brown-eyed male chuckled at how the usual flirtation didn’t even faze you. 

“Oikawa. Oikawa Toru. You can call me Toru though, seeing as I’ll be in your beautiful hands for the rest of my life.~” the brunette replied easily.

You chuckled again. He really was a smooth-talker. However, you knew his real personality because of Michi. You knew he only acted like a flirt in front of others while deep down, he was more of a hopeless romantic than anything else. You also knew he cared deeply about those close to him and got jealous easily.

After your chuckles died down, you smiled at the male.

“Ok, Toru. In that case, feel free to call me (Y/n).” you replied.

Oikawa grinned mischievously as he pulled you back into his arms.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you (Y/n)? We have a lot of time to make up for, you know.~” he said, his voice low and sensual.

You grinned back, a smug look on your face before immediately leaning up and kissing the stunning being in front of you. 

Oikawa was surprised by your forwardness, but his shock quickly wore off as he reciprocated the kiss, bringing his hands to cup your blushing cheeks as he angled his head to the side a bit.

You brought your fingers to the base of the brunette’s scalp, tugging on his coffee tresses and earning a groan from the male. You smirked.

Toru felt your smug expression against his lips, which brought his competitive side out. He brought one hand to your hair and pulled ever so slightly, testing the waters, and grinned slyly when the action elicited a quiet moan from you.

“Seems you like things a bit rough, huh, angelfish?” Oikawa teased.

You scoffed with that same smirk. “Looks like we have that in common.” you replied smugly.

The brunette was about to go back in for another kiss, but was interrupted by the sounds of chirping and cooing.

You both looked down to see your Spirit Creatures staring up at you both, annoyed expressions on their faces.

You laughed as you pulled away, picking up and cradling the two odd animals. “Awww~ Were you two upset because we neglected you?” you joked, baby-talking to both of them.

Oikawa smiled as he watched you handle the little creatures. You looked so happy and lovely in that moment, that he couldn’t help but imagine a future where you were holding a different kind of little being in your arms.

You looked up and smiled brightly at the volleyball captain, handing Michi to him as you held onto Mizu. He smiled as he thought to himself;

I found her. I’ve finally found her, and I’m not letting her go.

-THE END-

A/N: Thank you for this request! It took me a while, and I’m still not quite sure if it turned out as I would’ve liked. This was my 1st time writing for Oiks, so I hope he didn’t come off as too OOC. 

Challenge to any artists out there: Try drawing any/all of the Spirit Creatures in this fic. Haha! But for real though, I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading.

[nicolewoo]

Collared

Pairing: Dean Ambrose X Reader

Requested by @starwithaheart​... thanks for your patience. Hugssssss!!!

Synopsis: Daddy dean is ready to collar his girl, but she picks the wrong night to be a brat..... or was it the right night?????

Warning: SMUT!!!! BDSM!!!! Spanking, Riding crop, Cat of 9 tails, restraints, cuffs, collars...... just.... ya know... be careful.

“Baby girl! I’m home!” I called out to her. She bounded her way into the room to greet me with a flying hug.

“Daddy!!!!” I caught her just at the right moment, and we stood with her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck and my hands wrapped around her ass holding her up.

Damn, she was cute! I kissed her and hugged her some more. “How was your day, doll?” She was trailing kisses down my neck, her legs gripping my waist tightly. Fuck! She knew just how to turn me on.

She wriggled a little in my grasp; a sure sign she was horny, but then again, she was always horny. I pushed her roughly against a wall and kissed her passionately, pushing my tongue deep in her mouth to taste her. It made me think of tasting her sweet pussy. That would have to wait. I had big plans for tonight.

“I texted Julia today.” She continued kissing my neck.

“Mmhmm?” I couldn’t care less what she and Julia talked about, but I pretended for her sake. Tonight had to be perfect.

“Everyone is meeting up at Terrance’s house to watch the big fight tonight. They’re having a BBQ and everything. Can we please go, daddy?” Ah crap! I needed to gently turn her down.

I shook my head no as I looked into her eyes, “Not tonight baby. Daddy is really tired.” Disappointment settled over her features.

“Pleeeeaaaase daddy! I want to go so bad. It’s McGregor vs. Demetrious Johnson. It’s gonna be a great fight!”

I held her chin in my hand and forced her to look at me. “Daddy said no.”

She released the grip her legs had on my waist and slid down my body to the floor. “Daddy, please?” Her beautiful smile was replaced with a pout now.

Shit! She was going to be a brat now? Tonight? Not tonight, please! “Listen doll. Daddy already said no. Why are you still pushing me?” There was an edge in my voice despite trying to cover my anger. None of this was going as planned.

She tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm gently. She tugged at the arm trying to get free, but I wasn’t going to let her walk away now. Not after challenging me so boldly. “No. Stay here. I want to talk about this.”

She wouldn’t even look at me now. “What?” she whined with defiance in her voice.

I grabbed her face in both hands now, forcing her to look at me again. “I don’t want to fight tonight. I told you I’m tired.” She didn’t answer me. “We can watch the fight tomorrow.”

She looked in my eyes now, challenging me. “Tomorrow will be too late. I want to watch with our friends!” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down.

“You need to watch your tone!” I spat at her, and despite flinching as the words came out, she stood her ground.

She paused for a second, hatching a plan in her head. “Make! Me!”

That was it! I was done! My night was ruined, and fury burned inside me. I grabbed her arm again, dragging her over to a chair and pulling her down on my knee. I wasn’t the least bit gentle when I spanked her, harder with each stroke until she cried out in pain. “Has your attitude changed yet?”

She peeked over her shoulder at me. “No.”

She was doing this on purpose. I was certain of it now. If spanking wouldn’t get her to submit, I was certain the riding crop would. “Get your ass upstairs right now!”

She got up as slowly as she could and started her way upstairs sulking the whole way. “I just wanted to see the fight and our friends.”

I swat at her ass again, pushing her quicker upstairs. “I don’t want to hear another sound from you!” That effectively shut her up and made her move faster.

“Get naked and get on the bench.” I grumbled under my breath, and I watched to be sure she got started. Making my way over to the dresser, I grabbed the riding crop and started to close the drawer when the ball gag caught my attention. Her least favorite toy? Perfect! I wasn’t in the mood to make her feel good.

She was naked and laying on the bench when I turned around. Thank goodness she decided to obey one command. Maybe she was starting to crack, but I wasn’t going to take a chance. She’d been extra bratty tonight, and I wasn’t going to let that stand. Not to mention I was pissed she’d ruined my plans for the night.

“Open!” I strapped the ball gag into her mouth, noting the look of disgust on her face when she saw it. “That’s right, brat. Daddy is going to hurt you.” I leaned in close to her face, taking her chin in my hand. “and I’m NOT worried about making you feel good. Tonight’s gonna be all about me.”

I started strapping her down, arms first then legs. Now splayed out before me, totally naked, she looked delicious, and I intended to taste her, soon. Right after I whipped that attitude out of her.

I dragged the crop along her skin as I walked around her, surveying my own little playground. “You picked the wrong day to play brat.” I said ominously as I slid a blindfold over her eyes, slapping the smooth skin of her stomach with the riding crop. She squeaked out in pain. Pink rushed to the surface of her skin as a little welt swelled up.

I hit her again, eliciting a yip from her. “Be quiet! Brats don’t get to cry out.” I slapped both of her legs with the crop. She stayed quiet this time.

I slid the crop over her skin between hits, balancing out the pain with pleasure. Slapping her skin harshly then trailing the leather over her. Her chest, her legs, her arms, her stomach. I hit everywhere. When I hit the inside of her thigh, she lost control and cried out as I was hoping she would.

Leaning down close to her ear, I whispered, “Are you done being a brat yet?” Of course, she couldn’t answer but nodded her head no at the same time a tear slipped out from under the blindfold.

I couldn’t help but smile. My baby doll was always so strong. Ok, if the crop didn’t break her, then it’s time to try something else. I released her arms and legs and flipped her over, tying her down again quickly.

I grabbed the Adrenaline Wheel. This wasn’t my favorite toy. It didn’t cover enough area. I like something that left a nice pink spot, like a swat or a crop, but it had broken her before.

She jerked her leg and curled her foot when I placed the wheel on her heel. A low groan crept out of her. “Oh yea, babydoll. I told you Daddy was going to hurt you.” I rolled the wheel slowly up her leg, gradually increasing the pressure as I went.

She stifled her desire to cry out again but did flinch a couple of times as the wheel rose higher on her legs. By the time I reached her ass, tiny pink dots were rising to her skin. “Just let me know when you’re ready to submit, darlin’.”

She nodded no again! Fuck. She was being so stubborn tonight. As the wheel started going over her ass, I pressed harder and harder. Finally, as the wheel got to her lower back, she cried out. I didn’t stop, but I kept the pressure on the wheel steady now. Each time I pressed over a sensitive spot, she cried out, but didn’t give in. What the fuck was it going to take to break her tonight? There was a long path of pink dots up her right side where the wheel was. I inhaled in frustration. How was she still holding out?  

 Once I’d reached her head, I stopped, moving to her feet and started on the other foot and leg. She held firm until I reached the back of her thigh. As the pins of the wheel pressed into her leg, she finally broke, screaming around the ball gag and tapping her hand wildly on the restraints. I stopped immediately.

“Are you finally tapping out?” I grumbled. She nodded yes wearily. I happily dropped the wheel on the bench and went to remove her blindfold and gag.  “Are you ok?” I asked, seeing the defeat in her eyes.

She stretched out her jaw as I opened her restraints, and when I gathered her into my arms, her tears wet my neck. “Yes, daddy.”

I caressed her back soothingly as I rocked her in my arms. “There’s my good girl. Are you going to behave now?” She nodded yes emphatically.

“I’ll be good.” She whined as she sobbed into my neck.

I carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. “Glad to hear it.” I smiled down at her and ran my hand gently down her body as I knelt between her legs. I pushed my hard cock inside her full force. “I wanted tonight to go very differently.” I said as I started fucking her hard.

Her pussy was dripping wet and clenched around my cock. So hot. So tight. It drove me nuts. I lost myself in her. She was trying desperately to keep quiet, but as I thrust into her, little gasps and moans slipped out of her. Truthfully, I loved the noises she made. I know a lot of doms wanted silence, but not me. I wanted to hear how good I was making her feel, and she never disappointed. No matter how quiet she tried to be, when I angled her hips just right so I could hit her g-spot every time I pushed into her she lost control, and I knew that was the fastest way to get her to cum.

In minutes she was writhing under me, her hands grasping at my arms and shoulders, her sounds turning to primal grunts. She was ready to cum, and honestly, I wanted her too. I should have denied her an orgasm given her brattiness earlier, but I didn’t want to. I wanted what I first planned for tonight, to make love to her, to collar her, to solidify our relationship.

Remembering how she had ruined my plans for tonight, anger swelled up in me again. I clenched my jaw in anger and grumbled out “Don’t even think ‘bout cumming sweetheart!” Her eyes shot wide open at my command. The look of bliss across her face turned to panic as she realized my plan. “Bet you wished you hadn’t been a brat now” I smirked at her.

“I’m sorry daddy. So sorry.” She whined out, but I didn’t stop fucking her hard. She tried to speak again, to beg, but she couldn’t. I pounded into her relentlessly.

After a few minutes, he eyes started to close. “No way, baby. Look at me.” I knew she’d cum if she closed her eyes, and it was important I help her focus to keep her from going over the edge. “Keep your eyes on me.”

I slid my hand up her body, wrapping it around her neck. Her eyes opened wider, because we both knew she couldn’t stop herself from cumming if I strangled her to the point that she was lightheaded. Her mouth opened, and she tried to speak “I…… can’t…..” I squeezed harder.

“You can.” I growled down to her. “You can stop it, and you will.” She couldn’t. We both knew it.  I was going to let her cum, but I wanted her to try as hard as she could. When the orgasm hit her, she’d feel even worse for losing control.

She screamed through her raw, scratchy throat despite my hand squeezing it. She screamed as she fell over the abyss. “There ya go sweetheart. There you go.” I soothed her as she came. She was completely wrecked now, crying about her lack of control. “I knew you’d cum. It’s ok.” I soothed her.

Now that she was pliant to me again, maybe I could end up having the night I wanted. I stilled inside her, looking down at her. She was wrecked, mascara all around her eyes, tears shining on her cheeks and neck, hair a complete mess. She never looked more beautiful.

 I leaned in to kiss her passionately. “I had big plans for tonight. I wanted to have a romantic dinner, a bath, love making and lots of snuggling.” I pulled out and pressed back into her. “Then I was gonna collar you tonight.”

Her eye lids were heavy now. She struggled to even look up at me, but her eyes shot wide open when she heard “collar”.

I nodded at her. “Yeah, I was gonna collar you, but now you ruined my plans for tonight.” My words were tempered by the gentle kisses I was placing along her neck and shoulder. Tempered by the slow love making. I couldn’t even pretend to be angry anymore. Her sweet pussy was clenching around my cock, her eyes clouded with lust and with love.

“Sorry” she cried. “I’m so sorry daddy.”

I leaned up to look at her as I stilled inside of her. I wiped away a tear that slid down her cheek. “That’s ok baby. It’s over now. I’m not mad anymore. I promise.” I kissed her again.

I started moving inside her again, slowly, gently while I caressed and kissed her. I was making love to her now, like I wanted to all along, but I did have to admit, I had fun punishing her. I smirked at the thought before leaning in to kiss her gently again.

A needy whimper escaped her. “Ready to cum again baby?” I asked.

She nodded quicky. “Please daddy. May I?”

I smiled at her, “Yeah, doll. Cum all over daddy’s cock.” I wasn’t even done talking when I felt the first clench of her orgasm. Her head shot back, her body arching with pleasure, her wild roar filling the room. “That’s it, princess.”

I rode her through the orgasm, holding mine off as long as I could, but fuck! Her pussy was squeezing my cock so hard, I lost control, bucking hard into her as I leaned down and pressed my forehead to hers, bucking my load deep inside her.

I pulled her onto my shoulder, running my hands over her arms, her back, her hair. Praising her without using words, but she knew. After we recovered, I got up to fill the tub before picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. I lowered her into the tub and climbed in behind her. She leaned against my chest, half asleep now. I cleaned her as quickly as I could while gently washing her.

After the bath, I dried her off, taking time to check her body for any bruises. There weren’t any bruises, but there were red welts on her legs and ass. I applied a lidocaine cream to sooth the sore areas and tucked her into bed. “Daddy will be right back.” I went downstairs, found my jacket and grabbed the jewelry box out of the pocket.

Once I climbed into the bed next to her, I handed her the box. “Not how I wanted tonight to go, but if you still want me, here’s your collar.” It wasn’t a fancy way of giving it to her, but there was a type of acceptance in giving it to her tonight. Tonight when she had bratted out, when I saw the good and the bad in her. Hell, she saw the good and the bad in me tonight. So, when she took the box out of my hand, I knew that we accepted each other for exactly who we were.

She loved me….. the good, the bad and the ugly, and that meant the world to me.

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Laundry Day. Sero x F!reader

Content warning- Mature humor, Mineta mention, sexual situations, heavy petting.

 “Come on!  It would be so much fun!”  Mina was bouncing on her heels, practically vibrating with excited energy as she tried to convince the group to go along with her scheme.

“So let me get this right.” Bakugo sighed.  “You want to do this fucking thrift store scronging thing for Christmas?”

“Yep!”  Mina said.  “Let’s be real, none of us have a lot of money this year, and this will be a way to have a lot of fun on a budget!  It’s simple.  Everyone finds the weirdest or most inappropriate thing they can buy for five bucks or less, and then we have a white elephant party on Christmas Eve!”

“White Elephant?” Kirishima asks, tilting his head.

Kaminari nods, jumping in.  “Yeah man!  Means people take turns picking gifts out of a pile.  Or they have the chance to steal a gift someone else already opened.  Basically, don’t go picking stuff thinking it will go to a specific person.”

“Is this going to be just us?  Or are we inviting everyone?  Because I live in curious fear of whatever Mineta would manage to dig up.”  You asked from where you were lounging.

Mina blanched while Denki cackled in delight.

“Oh god, we have to invite everyone now!  Imagine Midoria’s face!  Imagine Iida’s!”

“It’s settled!  Party at Bakubro’s!” Kiri cheered.

“Oi shitty hair! Don’t fucking invite everyone over to my place!”

“But you make the best curry!  Please?  For your bestest friends in the whole wide world?”

“Fuck no!”

“Pleeeeaaaase?”  Kiri pleaded.

“NO!”

Kirishima looked around the squad, communicating silently as everyone nodded.  As a collective force, you all turned your best puppy eyes at Bakugo.  He squirmed, firmly trying to look away from all of you.  You all started fake whimpering and whining.  You knew you had won when Katsuki’s lips briefly twitched into a smile.

“Alright!  Alright!  Now stop it, you fucking extras!”

“Three cheers for Bakubro!” Sero exclaimed.

The weeks flew by and before you knew it, the party was upon you.  Katsuki had grumbled and bitched the whole time, and yet now was gazing with pride at the absolute spread he had spent the last two days cooking.  Everyone had showed up, had gorged themselves, and were now in the process of opening presents.  There had been a couple weird mugs, a lamp made out of a deer leg, and Iida had had the misfortune of opening the gift Mineta had brought.  Everyone stared in horrified awe at the three foot long, hot pink dildo.

“Are those teeth marks on it?”

“Yep, teeth marks.”

“Mineta, where the hell did you find this thing?”

“I swear I got it at a thrift store!  The price tag is still on the base, look!”

“Yep.  That’s a price tag.”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“I wanna bite it.”

“Y/N!  NO!”

There was a lot of laughter and teasing as the evening continued, gifts continuing to be claimed or stolen at a slow pace.  Just about everyone after Iida had tried to steal ownership of the horror dong as it had been nicknamed.  Denki had just stolen it from you, so you had to pick a new gift.  You pointed toward a box that was rather conspicuously wrapped entirely in tape.

“Okay, someone toss me whatever the hell Sero got.”

The black haired man gave a little fist pump as he snagged the box, walking over to sit next to you as he handed the box over.  He casually pressed against your side and slung an arm around your shoulders.  “Amiga, I’m honored!  You’re going to love it!”

“Yeah, I’m going to love it if I can ever get into it.”  You began the process of slowly unwrapping the absurd amount of tape.  “Seriously, anybody got a knife?”

A chorus of “no���s replied, no one actually bothering to look for one.

You gave a dramatic groan.  “You’re all awful and I hate each and every one of you.”

Hanta gasped and placed a hand over his heart.  “Even me, Querida?”

“Especially you, you office supply elbowed freak.”  You replied, sticking your tongue out at him even as you snuggled more comfortably into his side.

After a couple more minutes of dramatic whining and tape unwrapping, you finally got the box open, only to reveal the gaudiest t-shirt you had ever seen.  It was a nauseating shade of Pepto Bismol pink.  There was glitter.  And oh god, what the thing said.  You started cackling.  You held it up for everyone to see, discovering as you did so that this had to be the largest shirt you had seen in your life.

“Ooo, nice one Hanta, that’s really awful!”

“Someone steal this from me, please!”

“No way, Y/N!  It’s the perfect addition to your wardrobe!”

“Hermosa! I’m wounded you would get rid of my gift right after opening it.”

“Look at this thing!  Fatgum would swim in it!”

You made a show of grumbling, but you stowed the shirt back in its box and enjoyed the rest of your evening with your friends.  When you got home quite late that evening, you shoved the box into the back of your closet and didn’t think about it again until almost a year later.

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Today had been the day from hell.  You muttered curses to yourself as you stomped down the hallway to your apartment.  Work had been harder than usual, the kind of day that made you grateful to make the long commute back home.  So of course today would be the day that the subway would be taken over by a villain who had a sludge quirk.  Asshole had flooded the cars with the thick, foul smelling, viscous ooze that reminded you of things unmentionable.  You and the other passengers had had to scramble to make sure no one ended up in over their head.  Lucky everyone had been saved.  Unluckily you and many others, you had spent the better part of two hours standing shoulder deep in the muck.  It was in your hair.  It had soaked your clothes.  It was in your underwear.  And the icing on the cake was of course it was your friends and neighbors who had rescued you.  Of course your crush had seen you when you looked like you had taken up competitive septic tank diving.  

It took you three tries before your key actually got in the lock.  You shuffled into your apartment and straight for the bathroom.  Grimacing as you peeled your clothing off, you unceremoniously chucked everything into the hamper before stepping into the shower and turning the water as hot as it would go.  You stayed in the shower for over an hour scrubbing and rescrubbing every inch of you.  With great reluctance, you eventually stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel.  You lazily dried yourself off as you walked into the bedroom, intent on putting on pajamas and pretending you didn’t exist for the next several hours.  

You opened your underwear drawer only to be filled with a deep sense of dread.  Empty.  Your pajama drawer? One pair of extreme booty shorts that say “creepy” on the butt.  Your t-shirt drawer?  Empty.  Your closet?  Empty.  Frustrated tears threatened to slip down your cheeks as you realized that the shorts were the only clean item of clothing in your apartment.  You had been meaning to do laundry for a while, but you hadn’t realized that it had gotten this bad.  As much as you hated to, you were going to have to do your laundry tonight.  You put the shorts in and  looked through your closet again, desperate enough to find a sheet to try and fashion into a toga when you spotted a rather bedraggled tape covered box.  You hadn’t thought about your ridiculous white elephant gift in several months, but now?  Well, it technically was a shirt.  It certainly would cover you better than an improvised sheet toga.  Before you could think twice about it, you opened the box, grabbed the shirt, and slipped it on.

The shirt swam on you, going past your butt.  The color was bad, and you winced at the image on the front.  But, you were now decent enough to venture down to the building’s shared laundry room.  So, after grabbing your hamper, detergent, and quarter jar; you did just that.

You hummed the Mission Impossible theme to yourself as you descended the stairwell to the ground floor.  Most of your friends lived on this level, but chances were they were fast asleep at this time of night.  You were glad of that as you hurried along.  You really didn’t want to run into anyone wearing your current getup.  It took several minutes to sort your laundry into a few machines and get everything started.  You were leaning against the last machine in the line, debating going back to your place or just staying here when you heard something that made you freeze.  Upbeat whistling that was growing closer each second.  You knew that whistle You did not want to see the owner of that whistle right now.  You had already been embarrassed in front of crush today, you really didn’t need him showing up for round two.  You were debating how quickly you could scramble into a dryer to hide when Sero Hanta entered the room.  

He briefly glanced your way.  “Hey Y/N!  I figured I might see you here.  I’ll admit I’ve seen some shit, and that was gross even by my standards.  I wanted to ask how you were doing.  Make sure you weren’t injured or any…”. He trailed off when he finally registered what exactly you were wearing.  His grin turned positively feral as he set his own laundry bag to the side.

“My, my, my.”  Sero gave a rumbling chuckle.  “Whatever do we have here?”  Sero’s eyes could sweep up and down your body.  His signature grin grew wider as his gaze lingered on your t-shirt clad chest.  

You crossed your arms, attempting to hide the gigantic image of a lime green, glittery, prancing unicorn proclaiming “I’m horny!”  What were the odds that someone else would be washing their clothes at two in the morning?  Apparently changes were pretty damn high, you thought as you leveled a half hearted glare at your friend and neighbor.  

“It’s laundry day, Hanta, don’t read into it.”

“But Hermosa!  How can I not?  The first time I see mi corazón wearing the gift I so painstakingly chose for her?”  He waggled his eyebrows as his trademark teasing grin spread over his face.

You blushed, turning your head to the side and refusing to look at him.

“You’re full of crap, Cellophane.  It’s been a really shitty day, and this was literally my only thing to wear.”

Sero nodded and hummed, turning to put his own laundry in the machines.  “Si, si.  It was a rather difficult time, it looked like.  And you okay though?  Not injured?  I didn’t get a chance to catch up with you after the fight was over.”

You groaned, tilting your head back and covering your face with your hands. “I’m afraid I got a nasty case of extreme embarrassment and took a heavy blow to my pride.  Of course you fuckers had to be the heros on duty for that whole debacle.”

Hanta looks at you seriously as shoves disorganized armfuls of laundry into the nearest machine.  “I’d rather it be me saving you than anybody else, Querida.”

You let your hands fall to your side with a disgruntled sigh.  “Why?  So you can witness all the embarrassing situations you can blackmail me with?”

“Well now that you mention it, yes.”  Sero dumped an obscene amount of soap into the washer before turning it on.  “However,” he purred in a sinful voice that startled you.  He stalked toward you like a hungry jaguar.  He stalked toward you like a hungry jaguar.  Squeaking, you inched away from him until the back of your legs were pressed firmly against the cold metal of the washing machine. Hanta leaned over your retreating frame, placing an arm on either side of you, caging you in.  “Querida mia, I want to always be able to make sure you are safe.”

You placed your hands on his chest, halfheartedly trying to shove him away.

“That’s very touching.  Now get out of my personal space.”

 “But Querida,”  Sero murmured, his voice going low and sensual, moving closer until your hips pressed against each other.  “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than your personal space.  Si supieras las cosas que quiero hacerte...”

With him so close, there was nothing you could do to disguise the shiver that ran through you at his words.  

“Oh?  What’s this?”  Sero said.  His large hands traveled to your hips, his long fingers finding their way under the hem of your shirt to tantalizingly stroke your skin.  He leaned forward, voice turning to a growl with his mouth next to your ear.  “Hermosa likes me speaking Español, hmm?”

You bite your lip before giving in and nodding.

“Well, in that case…  Taco supreme!”

The fingers that had been stroking your skin suddenly became deadly, horrible tickle weapons; digging into your sides and moving rapidly.  You shrieked with surprised laughter, thrashing from side to side as you tried to escape.  However, Hanta’s large frame and firm hips kept you pinned against the washing machine as his traitorous fingers continued their assault.  He continues to tease in between his own laughter.  “Nachos grande!  Cinnamon Twists!  Quiero Taco Bell!”

Tears are streaming down your cheeks as you wheeze and slap at his chest.  “Stop!  Stop!  You horrible man!”  He gets in a few more tickles before he does stop, wrapping his arms around you, pulling into a tight hug as you both take a few moments to pant and calm your laughter.  He nuzzles your neck before asking softly, “Feel better?”

You nod, just enjoying his warm body wrapped around you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”  Your voice just as soft as his, one of your hands finds its way up to stroke his hair.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now.”

“Please.”  You whisper softly, tugging at his hair just enough to encourage him to move his head back.  Your lips find each other, cautious and gentle at first.  Then, Hanta nips at your lower lip, and you let your mouth fall open with a whimper.  The kiss is hunger and passion, and heat.  Tongues wrestling, teeth lightly biting and teasing each other as hands roam and grope.  Sero’s hands find the back of your thighs and soon he’s lifting you, setting you down on the edge of the washing machine.  He presses himself between your spread legs, bucking against you, and you can feel his hard length teasing you through your clothes.

“Wanted this so long.  You have no idea how long.  Y entonces hoy estaba tan preocupado por ti.  Cuando vi que estabas en peligro, quise matar a ese villano y encerrarte donde nunca más estarías en peligro.”

“Me too.  Wanted this so long, but didn’t think you felt the same.  Now get back here and kiss me like you mean it!”

He happily complied, his lips fitting over yours as if they had been made to be placed together.  The kisses and touches didn’t stay innocent long, his hands finding your breasts through your shirt, teasing and pulling at your nipples.  One of your hands traveled down to stroke the obvious bulge that was rutting against you.  Between his thrusting and the vibrations of the machine you were sitting on, your shorts were becoming visibly soaked.  His fingers found their way up a leg hole and he moaned sinfully when he found there weren't any undergarments keeping his touch from your soaking folds.  It was your turn to smirk, pulling away from his kisses to whisper in his ear.

“I told you, Darling.  Laundry day.”

“Amore, you’re going to be the death of me.”  He groans, shoving his face into your cleavage as he slips a finger into you.

You laugh breathlessly.  “You better not die on me, Hanta.  What I have in mind will be much less fun if you’re dead.”

“HOLY FUCK!”  Shouted a very recognizable voice from the doorway.  Your groan was not from pleasure as you rested your head on Sero’s shoulder.

“Piss off, Denki.”

“Hanta’s finally getting some honey!  Score man!”

“What’s going on?” Mina’s sleep heavy voice drifted in from the hallway.

“Y/n and Sero are going to Pound Town in the Laundry Room!”

“Denki, en el nombre de Dios, I will kill you if you don’t back out of that doorway and let me finish what I started.”

Bakugo’s voice rang down the hall “No fucking in the goddamn Laundryroom!”

Kiri’s voice soon followed “Take it easy, Tsuki!  They can clean up when they’re done!  Get some guys!  You need condoms?”

Sero sighed deeply, pulling his hand out of your pants as your shoulders shook from silent laughter.  “I think, Hermosa, we can agree no fucking in front of the friend group?”

You nodded, laughing as you jumped down from your washing machine perch. “Not until the third date at least.”

Sero moaned softly, not expecting the way that statement had made his cock twitch.  Acting quickly, he scooped you up, and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.  “My room.  Now.”

“Ooo, Caveman Hanta.  Sexy.”

Denki jumped to the side to let Sero pass, calling after you “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”

You called back “Well, I’m going to do Hanta, so what does that say about you?”

Sero’s hand came down on your bottom with a firm smack as he continued down the hallway and around the corner, taking you two toward his apartment and out of sight.

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Spanish guide- 

Amiga- Friend

Querida- Darling

Hermosa- Beautiful

Querida mia- My darling.

 Si supieras las cosas que quiero hacerte- If you knew the things that I want to do to you

Y entonces hoy estaba tan preocupado por ti.  Cuando vi que estabas en peligro, quise matar a ese villano y encerrarte donde nunca más estarías en peligro.-  And then today I was so worried about you. When I saw that you were in danger, I wanted to kill that villain and lock you up where you would never be in danger again.

Hey guys!  Pan here, hope you enjoyed it.  It���s been quite a while since I’ve put any of my fanfic out there, so please be gentle with me.  I just used Google translate for the Spanish, so I’m sure some of it is very wrong.  If you have corrections, please feel free to send them my way!  Also, if you see any triggers that need tagging please let me know.  I also accept constructive criticism, and appreciate having spelling and grammar mistakes pointed out.  Also want to take the chance to answer this question ahead of time-

“The fuck is up with the dildo?!?!”

The Dildo of Doom is based on real events.  That actually happened.  One of my former sorority sisters found the dong of death at a thrift store.  It did indeed have teeth marks on it.  Human teeth marks, I should clarify.  Truth is stranger than fiction.

I have to thank @reinawritesbnha for helping me edit some clunky sections.  If you aren’t already familiar with her work, please check her out!

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Shall I Count the Ways: XX

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer are best friends. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you, but neither of you know it nor decide to tell the other about their feelings. All the love is there, just hidden in the things you say and the things you do with one another.

A/N: From the this 50 Ways to Say I Love You list

A/N2: in relation to 14.  Also, it’s a bit of short one today!

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20. “I would give all of this up for you”

You looked completely unamused as Spencer pushed you out of the hospital and towards your car in a wheelchair. When you stood, a nurse took the chair and Spencer helped you into your car.

When he took the driver’s seat and buckled up, you quipped, “I definitely could’ve walked you know.”

“I didn’t want you to strain yourself, bubs.”

“Spencer, I got hit in the shoulder. I could walk fine,” you say with a roll of your eyes, but a playful grin. You weren’t annoyed with him, not really. Just a little peeved with how he’s treating you like you’re fragile.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbled and started the car, driving away to the hospital and towards your apartment. 

“No, no. I’m sorry. I’m just being stubborn. I’m-I just don’t like appearing weak.”

He hummed, “I know. And I just don’t like seeing you hurt.”

You snorted, “I share the same sentiment.”

At a stop light, Spencer sighs and turns to you, “I would give all of this up for you, if you asked. 

You shook your head, “I’d never ask that of you, Spencer. I know how much this job means to you, how much the team means to you. Yeah, you’re my best friend and I do hate you always being in danger, but I get it. You potentially getting hurt is what comes with the job and me worrying about you getting hurt comes with me being your friend. Sure, you’d give all of this up for me if I’d ask, but I never will. The good of the country needs Spencer Reid.” You pat his leg and turn to face ahead again. 

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“I don’t wannaaaa,” you whine, trying to avoid Spencer forcing a pill into your mouth, “It makes me sleepy!”

“Bubs, come on, please? It’s so that your wound doesn’t get infected.” 

Hotch allowed Spencer some time off so he could watch over you and help you heal. Spencer, being the good best friend he is, wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t feel any pain or that your gunshot wound wouldn’t get infected. 

“Spencer, it’s fine! I clean it every day, change the bandages. I don’t need the pill! I hate that it makes me sleepy and I end up sleeping the day away. I don’t get anything done! Pleeeeaaaase, don’t make me take it.” you’re looking at him with pouty lips and puppy dog eyes. 

After hearing your plea and looking into your adorable eyes, Spencer sighs, dropping the pill back into it’s bottle, “Fine.”

“Thank God!” you slump against your couch and Spencer plops beside you with a snicker, “You’re such a child,” he says, which makes you stick out your tongue at him. 

You then lean over, resting your head on his shoulder, “I know you’re worried about me, and you think that me getting hurt is your fault, and it’s not. But I’m here, Spencer. I’m safe. You got the guy. I’m right here, Speedy.” you rest your hand over his and he leans his head on yours, “I know.”

[chosenimagines]

Jamie's Memories

Universe: (Q) Rise of the Guardians Summary: Teenager Jamie has a throwback to his childhood Used Prompts: - Warnings: - Language: English Request: Yes/No Requests [Open] A/N: My requests are open on Wattpad and Tumblr

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"Do you stop believing in the moon, just because the sun comes up?" That was one of the last things that Jack Frost said to me. Yeah! You heard me. I was talking about THE Jack Frost. Most people think Jack Frost is a legend. Jack Frost is not real. Just like Santa Claus. Just like the Easterbunny. Just like the Sandman. Just like the Tooth Fairy. Just like Pitch Black. But I can tell you something different. 

They are real! Every single one of them. North, Bunny, Sandy, Tooth and Jack are the guardians. They protect every single child that believes in them. I still believe that they exist. When I was 10 years old my friends and I met them because they needed help against Pitch Black. But now I was a 16 years old teenager. I've never seen them again. Tears came to my eyes. It made me sad to think about the time with the guardians especially with Jack. I had so much fun but after the final battle he hadn't come back to my home town. "Jamie! Breakfast!" My mum yelled upstairs. "Give me a sec!" I replied while I was putting on a black sweater. I ran as fast as I could downstairs. I was that fast that I almost hit the table. "Jamie, slow down! My cereal!" Sophie glared at me angrily. She was nine years nowadays and became a little bit petulant. Mom said it was normal for her age. "Calm Down, Soph! Nothing happend to your cereal." I rolled with my eyes. Sophie and her cereal. She would protect it with her life if it was necessary. I grinned the second I have imagined it. My smile disappeared as I looked out of the window. It snowed. "Jack..." I sighed joyless. "Who is Jack?" Sophie asked curious as always. "Nobody." I answered frustrated. "Do you know Jack Frost?" Her green eyes were as big as the bowl infront of her. I smile slightly. "Yes. I know Jack Frost." My sister clapped excited her hands. "Tell me everything you know about him!" She grabbed my arm and shook it hardly. "Pleeeeaaaase!" Sophie was begging me. Her puppy dog eyes were melting my heart. "Okay. Not now! I'll tell you later." "Pinky swear?" Her pinky almost touched my nose. I grinned again. Sophie really wanted to make sure I didn't trick her. I hooked my pinky up with hers. "Pinky swear!" I winked at her and started to eat my toasts. After that I spent the whole morning in my room. You'd probably ask what I've done. I drew the guardians from my memory. Drawing became my hobby in middle school. The guardians never showed up again. That broke my friendships. Our friendship. We were all disappointed. But I am pretty sure that no one of my old friends stopped believing. In deep mourning about loosing the guardians and my other friends. I started drawing them to never forget them. That was how I discovered my talent for art. Without friends I had not much to do. I went to school. I played with my sister Sophie. I read some books and I perfected my drawing skills. I got so far that I started to give everyone I draw new looks. I promised Sophie to tell her everything about Jack Frost I know. In that case I decided to draw her a story. I drew the fight against Pitch. I drew how he had made me believe again. I drew the sleigh ride. I drew everything. I designed her for every part a comic and stapeled them in the right order together. Of course I coloured and shaded the pictures. Sophie wouldn't like them without colour. She always asked me why I didn't finish my drawings. I regulary smile about her question because Sophie didn't understand that you didn't need colour to finish a drawing. But Sophie was a little girl so I never was mad at her. She just loved colour and seriously how could you be mad at such sweet, innocent, little girl? I couldn't. I loved her way too much to be mad at her. "Jaaaamie! You promised me to tell me EVERYTHING about Jack Frost!" Sophie whined loudly. "I am coming , Sophie!" I went into her room. "I made you something." I handed her the comics. "YAAAAAAY!" My sister screamed and ran downstairs. "Mum! Mum! Look what Jamie made me!" She shouted happily. I followed the voice of my little sister. I entered the living room with a big smile on my face. "Show me." Mum sat down on the couch and looked at my work. "That's amazing, Jamie!" Mum praised me. "Sophie wanted to know everything about Jack Frost." I explained. "So I draw her some of his stories. I winked at my mum. I knew that my mum thought I made the stories up to make Sophie happy. She didn't know what happend that one night. I never told her and everybody knows she wouldn't believe me. But Sophie did! She will believe it till she grows up and think like mum. But I will never stop believing! I will always be a little light on the globe of the guardians.

[trashyswitch]

How Does a Skeleton Work Exactly?

The Sequel to 'Can a Skeleton be Ticklish?'.

Arial had been tickled by some of the sides a couple weeks back, and was now playing a casual card game. But things quickly get competitive and unfair. Virgil eagerly decides to use his new knowledge on Arial and her love for tickling to tease her. Janus and Remus quickly join in and ticklish chaos breaks loose.

This sequel was suggested by @smileheart110. Here you go! And of course, please let me know if I got your character wrong or inaccurate. I will happily fix it for you.

I hope you enjoy!

Arial was sitting at the table with the dark sides and playing Spoons. Remus was being a bit of an evil cheater, and Arial was growing determined to catch him red-handed. Not literally though...That would be awkward…

“Look at how fast I’m going…So speedy...” Janus said with no expression. Arial looked over at Janus, and bursted out laughing: Janus was desperately trying to move a bunch of the cards over to Remus, while more cards piled up on top of the pile he was sorting through. It was an endless pile and you could tell, Janus was having none of it.

Arial was so close to getting all four Jacks in her hand. She was quickly shuffling through to find the last one. 5 heart, 10 spade, 7 spade, King diamond, Ace heart, 2 club-

Janus quickly grabbed a spoon first. Virgil, who immediately noticed him, grabbed a spoon next. Arial looked up, and grabbed the last spoon by the handle. But Remus had grabbed the end of the same spoon!

“No! It’s mine!” Remus yelled.

“I grabbed it first!” Arial shot back. “Let go!”

“Only if you let go~” Remus teased.

Virgil summoned himself some popcorn. “Let’s see how long this goes for.”

“12 seconds? Or 12 years?” Janus asked.

Virgil chuckled at that. “How about 5 minutes?”

“Remus you’re being ridiculous!” Arial yelled.

Janus wheezed. “And Arial’s not being ridiculous whatsoever.”

“Yeah Re- HEY!” Arial shouted. “How dare! Why don’t you fix this instead of making fun of us.”

Janus threw his hands up in the air. One of his hands had his own spoon in it. “Hey now...It’s not like I grabbed the spoon first and started this cycle or anything…”

“Yeah, you started it. So finish it.” Arial shot back at Janus.

“Fine.” Janus leaned back and took a handful of Virgil’s popcorn. Then, he started to obnoxiously chew.

Arial groaned. “You’re not doing anything!” She reacted.

Janus lifted up his hand full of popcorn. “Yes I am. I’m eating popcorn.” Janus replied, his mouth somewhat full.

Arial growled and kicked Janus’s foot under the table.

Virgil looked up and crossed his arms. “One of you could easily resolve this by letting go of the spoon. It’s just a game.” Virgil mentioned.

“Yeah! A game I’m determined to win!” Arial shot back.

Remus chuckled and smirked at her. “A little reminder that you’re only made of bone.” Remus mentioned as he poked her forearm. “I could easily break it.” Remus told her.

Arial widened her eyes. “You would’t...” She warned.

Virgil widened his eyes and frowned. “Remus, no.”

“Oooooh, but Remus yes!” Remus replied.

“If you so much as crack my arm, I am going to kick my bony toes right into your crotch.” Arial threatened.

Virgil and Janus both made pain-filled reactions. Virgil made a cringe-filled hiss, while Janus squished his face and muttered a low “Ooooooh...Yikes.”

Janus crossed his arms and cleared his throat. “Remus, breaking her arm would not benefit anyone. It’s an unnecessarily painful thing to intentionally do to someone, especially because of a card game. You would hurt her greatly, and she’ll hate you throughout the healing process.” Janus warned.

Remus shrugged his shoulders. “I guess you’re right.”

“On top of that, we would be down a player for the rest of the afternoon...and the rest of the month.” Janus added. “And we totally DeSpIsE when Arial is over for game night.” Janus mentioned.

Arial smiled and covered her face. “Awww!”

“Alright alright! I get it. No breaking her bone.” Remus said back. “I wasn’t actually gonna do it. It was just a threat. Just like how Arial threatened to turn my balls into smushed meatballs with her foot.” Remus added.

“Alright Remus we get it.” Virgil muttered.

Then, Virgil looked at Arial and smirked a little. “Breaking her bones is off the table. But you do bring up a good point, Janus…” Virgil stood up and walked behind Arial. “She does feel many things despite looking like she doesn’t have nerves.” Virgil added with a hint of evil mischief showing up in his voice.

Arial widened her eyes and grew worried. “Whaaat are you planning…” Arial warned.

“Nothing, I swear.” Virgil replied. “I’m just-”

“Liar! You’re gonna sabotage my victory!” Arial yelled.

Virgil shook his head and lifted her up by the armpits. “I’m just picking you up.”

Arial blinked and looked down a little, confused and tense. “Why are you-”

Arial suddenly squeaked and lifted her knees up to her chest. Virgil’s smirk grew wider. “What? A little ticklish?” He asked as he skittered his pinkies on her bony armpit. Arial laid her head against her left shoulder and started to grow a lopsided smile. “Vihihirge- NOHO!”

“Ooooh...What an unexpected turn of events…” Janus reacted softly.

“Whaaat? I’m just holding you, I swear.” Virgil reacted calmly.

“Nohoho yohohohou’re nahahat! Yohohohou’re tihihicklihihing mehehe with yohohour nihimble fihihihingehehers!” Arial reacted.

Virgil hummed in almost a hurt kind of tone, and looked at his pinky. “Are they really that nimble?” Virgil asked.

Arial nodded her head.

Remus laughed at that. “Have you seen your own fingers, sweet pea? You’ve got the most nimble fingers out of all of us!” Remus reacted as he grabbed Arial’s ring finger. “Just look at these! They have no meat on-”

Remus ended up pulling a bit too hard, causing Arial’s full finger to fall right off the joint. Arial widened her eyes as she saw only her ring finger’s knuckle left on her hand. “You pulled-”

Virgil let out a loud shout and dropped Arial onto the ground. He fled backwards as quickly as he could, and covered his mouth. “REMUS YOU IDIOT!”

Remus yelped and dropped the finger and the spoon. The moment her finger smacked on the ground, Arial grunted and closed an eye. “Ow…” Arial knelt down and picked up her finger and the spoon. “Guys it’s-”

“Why did you do that?! SHE CAN’T REATTACH THAT NOW!” Virgil shouted. “NOT WITHOUT A DOCTOR!”

Remus put his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know her nimble fingers were capable of falling off that easily!” Remus reacted back.

“She’s a skeleton. It’s not like she has muscles or skin on her fingers. If she did, her fingers wouldn’t pop off as easily from a light pull.” Janus added.

“You think I don’t know that?!” Remus yelled back at Janus.

“We need to call 911 now!” Virgil shouted as he whipped out his phone.

“GUYS!”

Everyone stopped yelling and turned to the source of the overpowering voice. Arial had her finger flipped up at them. But...it wasn’t the middle finger. It was the ring finger!

Wait...How did the ring finger get back onto her hand?!

Virgil was the first to point at the finger. “How-”

Arial smiled. “It’s okay. Removing the joint doesn’t hurt me.” Arial demonstrated by removing the finger from her knuckle again. It didn’t even make a pop sound like bone joints normally do when they separate slightly. Arial showed them every angle of her separated digit. “Not only that:” Arial curled her finger in as well, and uncurled it with no trouble despite it still being separated from her hand. “I can move it too. Weird, right?” Arial added.

Virgil was visibly tense upon seeing the digit move on its own like it was from a horror game. Virgil looked like he was actually gonna scream again, but quickly covered his own mouth with his hand.

Janus had calmed down and even started to smile. “Interesting. Logan totally wouldn’t experiment on you for hours if you told him.” Janus joked.

Arial chuckled at that and reattached the finger. “That’s not the only joint I can detach…” Arial gently pulled on her hand and watched with a smile as the hand and wrist bits detached from her lower forearm. Arial held up her hand and waved at them with her 4 fingers. “Cool, right?”

Remus was ecstatic! “Can I hold the hand?! Please please please please PRETTY PLEEEEAAAASE?” Remus begged.

Arial burst out laughing and handed her free hand to him. Remus felt the hand excitedly, and manipulated it carefully. Arial clenched her teeth slightly to prevent from giggling. His small pokes and prods tickled her a little.

She mentally let out a breath of relief when Remus moved onto creating symbols with her hand. “Look!” Remus started showing off the middle finger he had made from her hand with clear pride in his eyes. “It’s a boney fuck you!” Remus declared.

Janus let out a breath of relief. “I thought you were gonna say something else…”

Arial laughed at Remus’s joking around. But her laughter quickly halted as she felt herself get lifted up. It was Virgil! “Up we go, you little trickster.” Virgil declared.

Arial giggled and wrapped her arms around Virgil. “Am I really that humerus?” Arial asked.

Virgil raised an eyebrow and grew a grin. “Think you’re such a witty bone-fied genius?” Virgil asked.

“Tibia-honest, yes.” Arial replied.

“That’s it!” Virgil threw Arial onto the couch. Arial laughed at his unusual reaction as she landed on the soft cushions. But all her laughter paused the moment Virgil grabbed her ankle. “Since I know your joints can be harmlessly pulled off you, I can do this:'' Virgil removed Arial’s foot and ran away with it. Arial let out a super high-pitched shriek and reached out. “HEY! YOU MEANIE- OHOHO FAHAHAHAHA!” Arial immediately fell back laughing hysterically as her foot was attacked mercilessly.

“Nimble fingers, and flat feet! What a fun mix!” Virgil reacted. Then, Virgil pointed to Janus and Remus. “Any of you want the second foot? It’s free for the taking.” Virgil told them.

“IHIHIS NAHAHAT!” Arial yelled back.

“Are you sure? She might not want this.” Janus mentioned.

Virgil giggled at that. “Trust me: she loves being tickled.” Virgil told them.

Janus grinned widely upon that news. “Make that surprise número dos!” Janus said in part spanish.

“I CALL DIBS!” Remus shouted as he ran to her foot. “Mine!” Remus pulled on the foot and accidentally got her ankle as well! “Oops...Welp, more to tickle!” Remus declared.

“AAAH! WAIT-” Arial was immediately shut up by Remus’s weirdly soft skittering fingers. UHUHUNFAHAHAHAIR! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Arial shouted as she kicked her legs to cope with the strong tickles.

“Hey...Hey Remus...Is her ankle ticklish?” Janus asked.

Remus paused his tickling and decided to try it. “Let’s see…” Remus started gently skittering and scratching on the different sides of her ankle.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEhehehehehe! REEHEheheheheEHEHEHE NOHOhohoHOHOHohoho!” Arial begged.

“No, her ankles are totally not ticklish.” Janus replied. “Not ticklish at aaaaall…”

Remus smirked as he detached the ankle and handed it to Janus. “Here: Free tickle spot!” Remus said.

Janus smiled. “Wonderful. Her laughter is totally not the cutest thing in the world, and definitely not worth ending the game over.” Janus replied as he started tickling her ankle.

Arial rolled around all over the couch as she giggled and laughed. This was SO unfair! And yet...The best scenario to ever take place! It would be even CRAZIER if Fluffymary read this fanfic and drew fanart for it. If they did, Arial would surely die of the embarrassment from her lee mood.

The moment Virgil went up to scritch on Arial’s toes, she was done for. She shook her head around like a bobble head and let out her first snort!

Remus grew super excited at the sound. “SHE SNORTS!”

“Hmm...I sense there’s more to her anatomy than meets the eye.” Janus added.

“...Janus...You are currently tickling a girl with no visible Larynx or vocal cords, no visible tongue and no eyeballs…” Virgil mentioned.

Arial’s laughter only went up an octave after Virgil’s comment! The emo was completely right! The only thing she really lacked was a stomach!

Soon, the boys gave her a break. Arial went limp against the couch and breathed heavily to get her endurance leveled out. Janus handed Remus the skeleton’s separated ankle and watched Remus connect the ankle and foot together again. Then, Remus handed Arial her foot back.

“Tha…*huff* Thank you Re...Remus.” she replied.

Virgil handed her the other foot and gave her a glass of water with it as well. Arial drank some of the water, and looked up at Virgil and Remus. “Hey you two: look.” Arial separated her big toe from her right foot and dropped it into the water.

Virgil looked down awkwardly, quickly growing uncomfortable with the thought of soggy bone. Remus looked closer at the bone and noticed it was turning more yellow than white. “Why is it yellow-y white now?” Remus asked.

“Because it’s wet now. That’s what wet bone looks like. Because my bones are alive yet not engulfed in wet layers, my bones go more and more white from exposure.” Arial explained.

Remus hummed curiously and poked his finger between two of the ribs. “Am I able to-”

“OhoHOHOHOhohohokahahahay...Ihihi dihihid NOHOHOT expehect thahahat!” Arial admitted.

“Sorry Arial. I wanted to see if I could fit my fingers through your ribs.” Remus told her bluntly.

Arial chuckled with her eyebrow raised. They’re so weird. After a bit of thought, Arial lifted up her shirt and watched Remus bring his finger over to her rib spaces.

Remus started to put his fingers through the different rib spaces that were lower and more safe to touch. Remus discovered he could fit his pinky and ring finger through her ribs! But his thumb and index finger were too big for her rib spaces. All of it tickled enough to make her giggle through the whole thing.

Arial had to watch and feel every ticklish move Remus made with his hands and wiggly fingers. The anticipation was both anxiety-inducing, yet adrenaline-rising! She couldn’t figure out if she liked all the excitement, or didn’t like the unpredictability. Remus could strike at any given moment. Remus could easily change his mind and start full-blown tickling her in a surprise attack. But even his unintentional tickling was still tickling her.

Remus’s moving through her ribs would move quicker and turn more intense, before slowing back down. It was SOOO EEEVIL!

“OHOKAHAHAY! Thahahat’s ehehenohohough!” Arial decided, pulling her shirt down and giggling up a storm. “Nohoho mohohohore guihinea pihihig time.”

“Well that didn’t take long at all!” Remus reacted.

“Well how would you feel if you had fingers wiggling in between your sensitive ribs?” Virgil started skittering and digging his fingers into Remus’s ribs. He made sure to pay particular attention to the Duke’s rib spaces.

“aaAAAHAHAHAHAHA! VIHIHIRGILYOUFUCKING AHAHAHAHAHASS!” Remus shouted at him.

“Sorry Remus! I wanted to see if I could fit my fingers through your ribs!” Virgil teased as he continued to ‘attempt’ to fit his fingers through Remus’s muscle-covered ribs. “Oh wait! You have muscles and skin!” Virgil acted. “That means you’re eleven moooore ticklish!” Virgil started massaging Remus’s ribs and ab muscles next. Remus had a particularly tight core. For some people, this would make massaging it more painful. But for Remus, this made Remus more ticklish beyond belief!

Remus quickly flopped to the ground and landed smack dab onto his right shoulder and hip. Thankfully, it didn’t really hurt that much. Virgil knelt down, and just kept on skittering and massaging his fingers into the abs and lower ribs of the Duke of Stinkyton. Remus had completely lost his composure and was now laughing hysterically below the emo.

Oh my, how the tables have turned.

Arial happily watched the new tickle fight while sitting on the couch with her glass of water. She had started to finish her last gulp of water when something rock-like and hard, smacked into her nose hole.

Ow...What was that- Oh…

Arial picked it up and chuckled to herself as she held the soggy toe in her finger and thumb. With one last bit of toeless water, Arial put the cup down, dried her wet toe on her shirt and put the big toe back onto her foot. There. Now she’s all together again.

Let me rephrase that: She’s all TOE-gether again.