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"You're not my Husband..." // Doppel!Francis x Reader 🐄🩸

@cassanderasblog --> Thanks for the request <3

-!! CW: Dubcon (in a sense), – Brief mention of murder, – Very slight body horror

-!! Very brief size kink 

Spouse!Reader x doppelgänger!Francis  

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“You’re not Francis.” The words are sharp, punctuated, your glare burning straight through the mimic of a man in your living room

“No, I’m not,” The creature grins- if you could even call it that–, mouth a waning black chasm, no teeth, no tongue, nothing. How this thing managed to bypass the doormen you had no clue,-- how could someone fuck up this bad? 

“Francis’s” eyes darken, – literally. The whites turn into an inky black, eery small spheres of light peeking out where his pupils should be. 

Oh dear. 

The wired phone you keep on the kitchen counter goes off behind you. Glancing once more at your “husband” you slowly back track, hand inching to the phone. 

He just watches as you hesitantly pick up the ringing phone, making a click when it’s pulled from its cover. 

“Attention, this is the D.D.D, – we detected an unknown life force near your residency. Please, do not panic. Keep your door locked and do not approach anyone of suspicion. If you see anything weird, do not investigate. Dispatchers are coming to your location to liquidate the threat”   – Well, it was a little late for that. 

“... cancel dispatch” your lips form the words slowly. There’s silence on the other end, 

“Excuse me?... you want dispatch–” 

“Discharged. Threat neutralized.” 

Even “Francis” is stunned, – staring at you, unblinking, – flabbergasted. 

“‘Got it under control, thanks,” You hang up before they can answer, placing the phone back in its place. 

“Francis” just stares.

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“You’re a doppelgänger , right?” 

“Perhaps.” His eyes narrow

“Alrighty then, prove it.” 

Unzips. 

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“Francis” stares, wide eyed, gaze fixed upon the water stains on your ceiling. Even with all the lights off, he can still see your snoozing frame tangled in the sheets beside him, (perks of being non-human). 

Your chest rose and fell with each breath, the movement captivating whatever posed as your husband. 

Your body looked serene, the faint light emitted from his glowing pupils illuminating your chest. 

“Ahah-!” You were practically in hysterics, tears flowing down your rosy cheeks, nails raking into the headboard of your bed. “Francis” could only lie there, enamored by your blissful expression as unfamiliar sparks of pure pleasure coiled inside, heating everything up until it was practically molten. 

“Mmph-!” you choke off your moans, slapping a hand to your mouth lest your neighbors hear you impaling yourself on your husband’s doppelgänger 's cock. 

You swivel your hips, his eyes widening; no one’s ever ridden him like you are, – no one’s ridden him period. You were surprised the doppelgänger  even had a dick, – let alone it being almost twice the size of the actual Francis’. You had stuffed yourself full of him, bouncing mercilessly. Your husband had neglected you horribly in the past,-- never coming home, always giving you the cold shoulder, even when you had gotten down and begged for him to look at you, just once –your thirst for intimate touch was at an all time high. 

“Francis” grunted, surprised at how wonderful this new sensation was. The delicious heat in his stomach bubbled over, bottoming out through his cock. Your eyes widened at the warm sensation of him, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You had to bend down, biting deeply into his shoulder to stifle the screams lodged in your throat. 

You inhaled deeply, desperately trying to catch your breath as “Francis” could only glance over, the slight pain in his shoulder from your teeth barely bothering him, (because, well, one, you were the only one who could breathe and two, he wasn’t human). Your head turns, sloppily kissing him on the cheek, to his absolute shock. 

“Francis” brings his right arm to his left shoulder, fingers gingerly grazing the marks left by your teeth. It still tingled. 

He looks over at your slumbering frame again, now tentatively reaching the same arm in your direction, hesitantly touching your peaceful face. You do not stir, so he continues downward, fingers carefully glazing over your nose, your mouth, your jaw, and finally stopping at your neck, your pulse vibrating through his hand. Humans were so interesting, he thought, – and you had just grabbed his interest by the throat with a viselike grip. 

He gently tucks a stray piece of hair plastered to your sweat slicked forehead behind your ear, grinning in that creepily endearing way of his. How the original Francis lucked out, – he almost felt bad about killing and devouring his corpse, – almost. How could he have fumbled so badly, – you were an absolute treasure, and “Francis” was now determined to keep you all to himself. 

Such a greedy little creature. 

… You’re never going to be able to get rid of him after this. 

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(requests for more Francis, -- doppelgänger or no, -- are open and very much appreciated !)

I love him a normal amount I swear 🙏🙏🙏

[ph4ngz]

WORDS + MOANS || GENSHIN IMPACT

w/ diluc, kaeya, itto + tighnari <3

Whenever Diluc moans will always be a shock to you. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy himself! He makes that perfectly clear with his guttural groaning and growling, the kind that almost puts you on edge and fills you up with delicious thrill. This redhead is rather quiet during sex, blessing your ears with rewarding praise at most two or three times, opting for a soft “nngh— good girl” or a simple “perfect”. But every now and again, he’ll slip up and lose control of his deep, thick voice. And when he does? Oh, it’s great.

How to get him to moan, you ask? Pull his hair and grind down hard on his lap, clothes on or not. You can rock your hips over his restrained, hardening cock, letting the friction and the light vibration that rolls down his lower half whenever your clothes catch on the seams of his pants send him to heaven and back. Or, you can manoeuvre yourself up and down alongside his freed length whilst never letting it inside, only allowing his tip to catch some of your slick so you can grind it all over his dick.

Either way, you’re guaranteed to hear something from him. A breathless “hm- huh!”, perhaps? Maybe a harsh “ugh, shit!” muffled into your hair. “Gah—! Fuck…?! Fuck, fuck,” is your personal favourite, this one only comes out if you grab him forcefully enough and put him into position. Diluc is usually the one in control, but who’s to say he doesn’t want you to take the reigns sometimes?

We all know who loves to dirty talk. Yeah, that’s right. Sweet-talkin’, sugarcoated Captain Kaeya.

He’s sly, with the way he gets into it. Starting off by bringing out the endearing yet somehow condescending nicknames when he’s got you trapped within his arms. Whispers a soft “hey sweetheart” into your ear from behind. Then, he smoothly runs his palm down your stomach and further until he’s got a grip on your clothed pussy, “oh… you like it when I do this? I’m not even moving my hand yet and you’re making a fuss” a hot moan leaving his lips when you whimper for him as his fingers tighten around your cunt.

He’s clever about it all, knows exactly how to have you whining his name in seconds. However, he’s not the only one with skill. You may not have him whining, but you can have him laughing to half-assedly disguise his state of overwhelming ecstasy.

“Ahah~ ha!” Kaeya’s voice is shaky, laughing with pleasure once your palm is firmly grasping his twitching cock, wrist flicking up and down with ease due to the precum he’s leaking. You always jack him off faster just to evoke those delectable sounds, earning you a huffed and puffed “not- not too fast…”, sometimes a humourlessly chuckled “you, fuck, you love the sound of my voice, huh?”.

There’s bonus points if you suck lightly around his swollen tip, too. “Ha- agh—! Archons, wait,” he’ll pant so sinfully, still trying to buck his eager hips to stuff your mouth full of dick even though you have an arm pinning him down.

Arataki Numero Uno Itto isn’t exactly the most composed one of all. That, and being as enormous in stature as he is, makes getting intimate with you quite the challenge if there’s people within a certain radius. This guy is like a bull in a damn china shop, wherever you fuck there’s bound to be a broken plate, a smashed window, a snapped bed, possibly even a hole in the wall. That’s obviously going to gain some attention from the public.

He’s loud too, not that he doesn’t do his best to be quiet, but he just can’t handle it! Especially if you ride him. Variants of “fuck!” rip from his throat with every snap of your ass against his pelvis, huge grabby hands gripping your hips to slam you down even harder. He’ll have his puppy dog eyes clenched shut, eyebrows bowed with rapture, letting you know how good your sloppy cunt is to him with a stunned “I, you’re so- hah, hah, hmph! Wet a-and warm, I can’t!”.

Itto gets off on your moans as well, and he’ll use his strength and stamina to fuck you faster even when you’re on top, using little tricks he’s learnt to up your volume. He has you hovering over his cock at this point, his hands lifting you up by your arms. This is when things get broken. “Baby, baby, baby! I’m so, ah, close!” is what he exclaims before the sheer bounce and power of his thrusts suddenly crack most of the wooden slats beneath the mattress. And even then he doesn’t stop in the slightest, only moaning a slurred “m’sorry! M’sorry, I swearrr” in response.

Pfft, Tighnari. Stupid, mean Tighnari, just thinking about him has you snarling. This forest watcher is ruthless with his reprimanding when it comes to you. “I thought I told you to keep it down” He’ll swiftly cover your mouth with his palm as he’s jackhammering into your poor pussy, proceeding to murmur grumpily about your stubborn behaviour. He likes to get you riled up with snide remarks or questions, things like “not so tough now, are we?” and “finally off your high horse?”

Sure he’s kind of an ass, but you almost always get him to let loose sooner or later. A contributor to this is the sensitivity of his ears, the sudden moans that come straight from his chest if you lean in and whisper dirty things are quite the surprise. “nngh~ hey, stop that—” he’ll flick them to bat away your touch as well, desperate to hold whatever level of power he has left over you while his cock grows impossibly harder.

If you put up with his snarky bullshit for long enough, you can have him all at your mercy. “Curse your needy little body, a-ah! M’ losing c-control…” he whines groggily from behind you, holding onto your shoulders to pull your ass flush against his hips. He fucks you so fast that the both of you genuinely have trouble staying upright and in position. He’ll even start to beg sometimes, switching up real quick because of the intensity and pleasure, “touch my ears, baby, touch my ears— huh! Yes yes yes, mmph,”.

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[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 2

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“(name)-sensei! Why’d you look so n-nerv—“ His little eyebrows furrow, tiny hand coming up to scratch his head in focused thought. “Nerv-y?”

(He promised Nanamin he would use a new word today.)

You giggle as you ruffle his hair. “That was a wonderful try, Yuuji-kun.” Two of your hands settle on his squishy cheeks as he stares up at you. “But I suppose I am a little nervous.”

Hmm… So that’s how it was pronounced! He’s gonna tell Nanamin he tried anyway. But… What’s causing you to be this way, though? That faraway look in your eyes is troubling him too… Oh!

“Didya forget to eat today, (name)-sensei?!” A pat to your knee as he stares up at you, all sparkly gaze and blushy cheeks with a smile that was overflowing with glowing excitement.

So cute. He reminds you of a blooming flower.

“Ahah, Yuuji-kun that’s not—“

Blonde, brunettes and raven-haired heads perk up at the little boy’s voice, their attention lost on the toys as they quickly start to trickle out of your sight and making a run for their cubbies. Are they-

“I got riceballs today!”

“Nanamin said he made me karaage!”

“Papa said our chara-bens are cute today too!”

“Daddy bought us kikufuku mochi for dessert!”

“Ahh, wait— Children-!” You realized a little too late.

It isn’t long before a clatter of bento boxes and a small assortment of various treats settle themselves in front of you, scattered into a small pile as the twins start pushing their treats forward a little more to make you notice it first.

“Mmm! (nwame)-swensei mwakes goodsh food!” Kugisaki Nobara finds herself being fed an adult’s lunch as she chews, her eyes closed in satisfaction and her feet kicking about as she continues to savour the taste of the food you were sharing with her.

(Sharing is an understatement. You’re surprised by how much she could eat, and how she was vacuuming up almost the entirety of your own packed lunch.)

“I’ll mwake sure to-“ She stops when she sees your stern gaze, not minding at all but taking the moment to swallow. “Forget my bento more off-then!” You only giggle as you shake your head in response, wiping off the grain of rice at the corner of her lips.

“Your grandma will be sad if you don’t eat her food often, Nobara-chan. You have to remember to bring it all the time, okay?”

“Mmm…” She’s still thinking as she watches your amused face, a hand on her cheek. “If (name)-sensei thinks so…” Her face breaks into a grin as she shows you a thumbs-up. “Okay!”

You hear several growls next to you. A turn of your head reveals the wanting gaze of the rest of your kids, all hungry ministrations of eating their own packed lunches stopped.

“Eh…?” The chopsticks in your hand have paused midair in bewilderment, wrist just in distance of Megumi as he makes a small grab for it, leading your utensil into his mouth as he noms down on the tamagoyaki you held.

“…it’s good…!” His eyes sparkle as he turns his head to face the growing pouts of his classmates, the rising jealousy not at all apparent to him as he feels you gently pry the chopsticks out of his mouth, a small tap to his nose in slight scolding that makes him nearly want to sneeze.

“Nanako wants some too!”

“M-mimiko as well!”

“I’m still hungry, (name)-sensei!”

“E-eh???? (name)-sensei was feeding me first!”

In the end, you had an empty lunch box and a very, very satisfied class of kids who had very full bellies that day.

(Are they trying to pay you back for that day? You’re really starting to think you have the sweetest kids to ever exist.)

“You all…” Megumi shifts closer to you, nestling himself on your lap as your hand goes up to support him, beginning to peek up at your face. You had started to tremble from where you sat on the floor of the foam-tiled play area, growing silent as the rest of the kids slowly crowded around you.

(Were they in trouble? Are you upset with them…? Please, please don’t be! They’re good kids!)

Megumi catches a glimmer forming at the corner of your eye, his small hands starting to grip onto your shirt and his green eyes starting to widen as he realizes that you’re cryi—

“Are so cute!” You’re already scooping them all into your arms, your face hot with gratuitous joy as you embrace the squealing kids close to you, enjoying their cuddly warmth and pats of your face.

(“Oh, but-” You begin to tut, staring down at the five kids squished together on your lap. “I have my own lunch today, kids.”

There’s a glower on their faces, disappointment and disheartened expressions clear and evident. It squeezes at your heart in guilt as the colorful plastic wrapping of one of the sweets is captured from the corner of your eye.

“B-but! It seems that I would need help clearing all these treats up!”)

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You tiptoe out the room, gently shutting the door of the nap room behind you.

“Good work today.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping her second cup of coffee of the day as she appears behind you, clearly amused at your frazzled form after putting the children to sleep.

“There’s nothing good about today…” You’re sulking as you slump against the door, your knees bent as you let out a loud sigh.

A smirk appears on her face. “Why? Scared of being alone with a couple guys and their kids?” She heard the whole conversation. Perks of being one of the first few to arrive just to get some time to be alone with you.

Your feet shift nervously as you hands begin to fiddle with each other, a sigh escaping your lips as you lean back against the door. “You know I’m no good at being social, Shoko…”

You’re pouting at her as your cheeks start to warm from embarrassment. “What if they find me weird and unsettling and—“ You nearly want to scream. “What if they pull Megumi and the twins out of school because they think I’m unsuitable—“ You stop yourself. “But at the same time if they’ve moved into the neighborhood I’ll be running into them 24/7! If they find out I’m just some loser who stays at home all day and reads—“

You cough to cut yourself off at your spiel. Relax… You take in a deep breath as you finally start to calm. “And what if…” Your eyes flicker towards the ground. “They just… Don’t like me?”

A beat passes, and another.

Her eyes trail off to the side, letting the silence beat amongst the both of you. “They’ll like you like I love you, (name).” Her dark eyes meet yours, her steps stopping right before you as you catch the sight of her heels. “And if you’re so worried, you could always catch dinner with me instead as an excuse.”

(She would even call him up using the school register to tell him you can’t make it because your plant died or some other stupid excuse if that was what you wanted.)

“You’re so kind Shoko…!” You tackle her into a hug. “Your kindness precedes a being like me!” You pull back, glancing up at her blank, unimpressed gaze as you let a smile grace your face. “Jokes aside,” You scratch your cheek.

“I think it’s too late to even fully reject him now…”

You gulp nervously as the domineering man stood before you, all smiles and teeth and turned up eyes behind dark sunglasses that gleam with expectant want.

“I-I think that I have—“ Distance is closed in an instance, a towering frame leaning over you and breaking all boundaries of personal space.

“Y’know, the kids are gonna be super super excited once they find out we’re moving in next to ya!” Large porcelain hands reach up to grasp both of your own in his. “Won’tcha please come make them happy? Megumi and the twins talk about you lots, ya know? They even forget to eat sometimes when they get to tell us all about you.” There’s a cute pout on his face that makes your stomach swirl, your bewildered eyes starting to twirl as the scent of his cologne invades your nose…

(He’s so handsome… And so thoughtful of his kids… Ahh, you can feel your heart stutter…)

“I-I suppose I do have some free time today…!” He’s so close! If he leans down anymore, your lips would be—!

“Oho, that’s nice to hear, sensei!” A grin and a pat to your head. “We should have fully settled in by this afternoon, so I’ll come pick ya up after school, kay?” He pulls himself away (begrudgingly) as he pats his pockets for his car keys.

“O-oh, that’s not—“

“See ya later, sweetheart!” He’s practically already skipping out the door, sending you a salute and a wink as you stand there in stunned silence.

It looks like you have plans tonight with your neighbour… You turn towards the corridor before you pause in your steps abruptly, a small chill going up your spine.

Did you ever tell him your unit number…?

(Oh, you must’ve forgotten to close a window somewhere. No time to dawdle on your bad memory now when the kids’ health is at stake!)

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Notes:

You did actually go pretty hungry that day considering your lunch was fully consumed by 5 overeager toddlers. Shoko shared her convenience store sandwich with you.

Suguru heard the story of your shared lunch from Mimiko and used that as an excuse to talk recipes with you. Character-bentos are a popular topic between the both of you.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to all the anons who guessed that i was watching gakuen babysitters i am ashamed to admit that you are right i am a sucker for babies and cannot stop rewatching this dumb anime

[jakescakeislateforourdate]

hi I am the anon from the other day I was thinking about being in a established relationship w Don and he has a rough day a practise I don’t have your talent at writing lol so do what you please after that ahah

Perfect Form

Don Hume x fem reader

wc: 2,900

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⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ : smut, little plot, mdni, minors get out right now, penetration, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, Don denying his own orgasm, aftercare

Enjoy this garbage!

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Don’s skin glimmers with sweat. His hair is wet and slicked back from his shower not even twenty minutes ago. His pants leaning into his forearms that prop him up over you. His hips roll gently, and he slides in and out of you irritatingly slow. 

“Don.” You whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. He’s burning, face heavily blushed from the bridge of his nose and down his neck and chest, “need you to go harder.”

His eyes blink open, glancing over you agitated features. They travel down your sternum and stomach and catch on the desperate thrust of your hips to meet him. Instead of helping you out, he places a mean hand on your hip bone and pushes you down, holding you still. His pace does not change, arousal soaking the juncture of your bodies and poisoning the air. You whine at him and try to push against him but the only measured strain it takes to keep you down is the new flex in his bicep. “Just lay down and take what I give you—” 

“C’mon, Hume!”

“Faster, Hume!”

Bobby wouldn’t let him catch a break. Poor Don had been catching crabs all morning, his oar piercing the water at the wrong angle or the wrong time. Something was always wrong with him. 

“Don’t give me that shit, Donny! You can do better!”

“What is that form!”

He just needed to breathe for a second, get his feet under him. He could Joe angrily huffing behind him. Shorty groaning in frustration behind Joe. All Don could feel were their annoyed glares and the sting of their complaints. He was in the stroke seat, he could not afford to be off his game ever and yet there he was, floundering like an idiot. 

“Get it together, you’re slowing this boat down!”

“Pull that again and you’re outta that seat!”

He did not get better by the end of practice and the crew would not get off his case. They complained on the way to the locker room, inside the locker room, in the showers, on their way out of the shell house. Coach Ulbrickson couldn’t even give him the time of day, telling him “If you don’t have yourself sorted out by tomorrow, we’re gonna have problems.” As if Don hadn’t been told off enough. He fumbled through his routine, tuned out to half of what everyone was saying. He tugged on his jacket and then his shoes, not even bothering to tie the laces. 

At this point the crew was more concerned than they were angry. Don was quieter than usual. His face was long and sullen. His gaze distant.

“What’s wrong with Don?”

“What should we do about Don?”

“How can we help Don?”

On and on and he just wanted everyone to shut up and let him fix whatever problem he’s got. He left the locker room, his hair still dripping with the shower water. He found his way to your room without even thinking about, subconsciously knowing what he needed. 

“F-fuck! You feel too good.” His head dips, hair tickling your collarbone. Your hands tangle in the dark strands of hair at the at the back of his head, holding him close. His bare body moves rhythmically. Slow and steady and restrained. He just wants to feel you, prove to himself that he as control. You’d offered to ride him, let him rest his tired body but he flat out refused and shut you up with a kiss. “Just—I just—” As he trails off his pace slows even more. 

“Don! Don, please!”

You can’t handle this leisure fucking, you want him faster and harder. The drag of his cock through your drenched walls is lugging you to a harrowing climax. You feel that knot forming in the pit of your stomach. The broiling heat that electrocutes your veins and shocks your muscles. 

“Faster, faster, faster…”

But Don just doesn’t listen. His thrusts remain soft, and his pace still relaxed. It frustrates you to no end and the need curls painfully inside of you. You arch off the bed, straining against the hand pinning you to the mattress. Your hands latch onto his shoulders. You actually gain some leverage against him which allows you to buck your hips into his oncoming thrust. The excess force creates the most delicious sensation as his thick cock is stuffed further into your soaked pussy. 

“Hn—ngh!” Don’s lashes flutter and his brows draw tight, “Ha’ahfuck! Don’t do that.” The way you squeeze him makes his head spin. Not to mention the fact you’re now grinding back. Don reckons that the only way to keep you still is to drop his full weight onto you. 

That glorious feeling of finally getting that mind-tickling pleasure dies away has Don’s sweaty skin presses fully to yours. Chest to chest, you’re effectively trapped between him and the mattress. “No-no. Why won’t you let me,” his lips cover yours in a callous kiss. The taste of that mint gum he likes to chew spreads over your tongue as his licks into your mouth. Your teeth clack, noses knocking as he rips away your precious breath. Your hands rake down his freckled arms. His own rough hands chase them down and fill in the gaps between your fingers and jam them into the pillows. Aside from your legs, folded by his hips, you’re completely stuck. 

“Will you jus’ listen to me.” His lips abandon yours and he resumes his cold-hearted pace. 

Tears well in your eyes, blurring his facial features and strangling your throat. It softens Don up a little as he watches you begin to cry because it’s how he’s been feeling all day. Finding some sympathy, Don grants you a deeper, harder thrust. He feels your stomach spasm at the newfound sensation. Your insides churn and you toss your head back and moan. Don tucks his knees under you, lifting your pelvis onto his thighs and forcing you to spread your legs wider. You squeeze his hands and sob as he hits deeper. His cock head drags over your g-spot, that rough little patch inside you that makes you twitch, with each of his calculated thrusts. Slick paints your folds, squelching as he pulls out to the tip and then shoves all his length and girth back in. You’re speechless and squirming and totally helpless to his whims. 

“Better?” He plants a kiss on your tear-streaked cheekbone and nuzzles. 

You choke and moan again, but you don’t try to fight him. Instead, your toe curls and you twist. Your orgasm is building faster than he wanted but he figures he can just give you more. He feels the stress of the day melting away as he watches you slip into the mind-numbing pleasure he gives you. He does that. He does it perfectly and controlled and with excellent form. 

“That’s right. You fucking love this, don’t you? Love me and my dick.” 

You wail and shudder as your insides uncoil. He delivers one more measured stroke and you cum hard. Your curl into him as your muscles tense. Clutching onto his hands so tight the knuckles crack. He can’t even move his hips once your legs lock together behind him. The waves of your orgasm wash over you and your walls wring out wetness around him. He wants to cum too, so bad, but he forces his way out of your hold and lets his climax fizzle out before it can shred him.

You whimper at the loss of contact. Your eyes peel open to see him not far away, hovering over you and breathing deeply. His thumb finds your clit and draws circles around the under stimulated bud. “Why...” You can’t catch your breath. “Why did you not—”

“Don’t want this to be over just yet.” 

Don scoops you up and moves you towards the top of the bed. Your back rests against the headboard, a pillow jammed under your hips. He props your legs open and plants a few kisses on your sternum and ribcage before trailing down your belly. Your spasming, dripping core is fully exposed to him and he ravishes you with a ravenous tongue. 

The velvety muscle curls and licks around your clit. It moves fluidly through your folds and prods your clenching entrance. “Hnn, Don!” You’re sensitive and lightheaded and now he’s giving you more than you bargained for. 

He mouths at your core for a while, making an even bigger mess of you. Your fingers tug at his hair and grab at his shoulders but he cannot be coaxed away. His lips, bruised from your rough kiss, suck on your clit and drive you insane. He braces his hands on your thighs and dips his tongue into your hole. You shiver and grind against his mouth as he tongue-fucks your sensitive core. Each brush of his tongue along your walls makes your toes curl and your chest heave. You didn’t get a chance to really recover from the last orgasm he gave you and he’s already steadily working you towards another. 

His thumbs find the petal-soft labia and spreads your folds. You bawl. His tongue flattens out and draws over your exposed parts. Don is relentless in this, his coarse tastebuds relishing the sweetness at oozes out of your cunt. He licks from your clit to your hole, circles the tip just around the inside, then licks back to your clit. Don suckles at the bundle until your thighs shake before he allows his teeth to graze the swell of nerves. Slick and saliva drip down his chin even as he slurps down what he can. 

You chant his name, “Don. Don. Don—” desperate and horny.

His hand leaves your clammy thigh, a rough fingertip pressing on the edge of your hole. His mouth works your clit, a faint slurping filling the breaths between your noises. One long finger pushes in. Then a second. Two rugged digits stroke your pussy and make you squirm. “Fuck Don, fucking—hell!” He can barely hear you cursing he’s so immersed. When you’re not looking at him buried between your thighs or studying the back of your eyelids, you’re watching his hips hump the comforter and sheets. 

Freckles like constellations dot his sinuous back. The pointed ridge of his spine divides the expanse of muscle. He’s tense. Still bothered by whatever has gotten into him today. He digs his fingers into that sore spongy g-spot and you writhe. Pleasure radiates from your overwhelmed core. The next high approaches fast as an avalanche. He works a third finger into you and it’s over. You go completely rigid as you cum again, gushing around his fingers. 

“That’s it, makin’ such a mess.” Don smirks, lips shining with cum.

You think he’s finished when his mouth leaves your cunt and lunges into a sloppy kiss, but then his fingers drag through your folds and pinch your clit. You jolt and keen, still fighting through the aftershocks of the last orgasm, and now he’s belligerently overstimulating that sensitive bud. You can’t get a word in with his tongue down your throat either, all you can do his clutch at him and whimper.

Once your lungs are exhausted of air, his mouth pops off your lips and he wedges himself between your thighs. “Stop trying to close your legs.” 

“Please—it’s so—f-fuck-ing—I can’t!”

“You can take it.”

His fingers rub fast, slicked up by your cum. He catches your clit between his digits and pinches again; it’s just enough pressure to border on pain. He bullies you against the headboard and steals your words away again. You try to kiss him back only to pant into his grin as you begin to wheeze. You don’t know what to do with your hands. Your blood is boiling, body spasming, your mind blank. Your third orgasm hits just as hard as the first two, making you cry out. He eases you down and pulls you back down the bed. He falls into place behind you and lifts one of your tired legs.

“Don, I can’t.”

“Give me one more, one more.” He promises, arm wrapping protectively around you. Your body feels like lead as the arm curled around you props your leg up. The other disappears and then promptly reappears with his cock pinched between his fingers. He pushes the tip through your folds and collects your slick. He’s already drenched in precum, a wet spot on the sheets from where he was grinding.  “Can you do that for me?” He rests the tip against your weeping hole, waiting for you to reply. “Need you to talk to me, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck, I—yes,”

He nudges the tip in and gently works his way back in. He’s long and thick and well aware that he’s a lot to take whether or not he was just inside you minutes ago. But he’s going too slow, that same stupid pace that drove you nuts earlier. 

“Not again, Don, please not a-again!” Fat tears drop across the bridge of your nose as you slump against him.

Don’s free hand soothes you, “Shh, don’t worry, just don’t want to hurt you.” Upon your distressed whines he begins to fuck, hard and fast. He rests his cheek on your temple and rolls his hips as fast as he can while still pushing deep. You go alarmingly silent, and gun grabs ahold of your chin. “Hey, hey, you okay?” 

“Hnnn!” 

You clench and his pattern falters, he’s painfully hard and hungry for release but you must cum first. You raise up on one elbow; Don follows and slips his arm through the newly formed crevice. His fingers find the pert pink but that is your nipple and trace around it. He flicks it back and forth and eventually pinches it between his index and thumb. A drawn-out cry leaves your drooling lips. Don’s free hand finds lifted knee and he hoists it even higher and rolls his hips harder. 

“Oh—” your head falls back, and Don pecks your temple. “I-hah-have to…gonna cum.”

“Yeah?”

Don fucks you so hard the bed creaks and mattress shifts, his skin slaps against yours and leaves behind a sharp sting. His leftover frustration bubbles up and takes over. He’s absolutely savage in giving you your last climax. Broken moans tumble out of his lips as your pussy constricts around him. You suck up empty breaths and Don knows you’re close. He drapes your suspended leg over his hip and reaches for your clit. He musters up enough coordination to find his way through the mess and stroke the aggravated organ. He feels where his cock has stretched you and lets out the most guttural groan as he pinches his throbbing cock between his fingers. 

Black spots obscure your vision as you cum. You thrash and collapse into him, “I got you. I got you. I’m right here.” He whispers into your ear as you cream around him. He takes it for as long as he can withstand, wanting to help you ride out your high, but when the dam bursts he has to pull out and roll onto his back. He strokes himself from balls to tip once, twice, before his insides are racked with his delayed orgasm, and he spills creamy white semen all over his stomach. He pulls you close, rubbing your tummy with the hand still tucked under you. 

“You alright?” He partially sits up and brushes back your hair. Sweat has beaded on your forehead and your eyes have shut tight. He jostles your shoulder until you nod. “Good, let me clean you up.” 

He climbs off the mattress and crosses the room on his shaky legs. He draws a warm bath, adding some bubbles to it before scooping you up setting you in the tub. “Are you okay, Donny?” Your eyes open just a hair and kiss his hand. The blisters and callouses hurt your heart. 

“I am now.” He returns the kiss to your nose before turning to analyze the state of your room. The mattress is damn near falling off the bedframe and the sheets have somehow been tugged from the corner. He lugs the mattress back onto the frame and replaces the sheets. He scrubs his cum off his belly then he’s climbing into the bath with you. The hot water eases the soreness in his whole body. 

You soak together, billing and cooing about the day. Don lets it slip about practice and you snort. “That’s what this has been about?” 

“Hey, now,” A smile plays at his lips as you tease.

You swat him, “Don’t even play innocent. Not after what you just did.” 

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m only teasing, Donny, I’m good.”

“Sure?”

“Yes, you worry wart.” You kiss his tender lips. He cleans you with soap and and washes your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. For a while you rest your head on his chest. Until your eyelids become heavy and you’re in danger of falling asleep in the bathtub. Don helps you out of the tub and into some pjs before he’s ushering you into bed. “You should stay.”

“You want me to?”

“You ask too many questions, Don, get in.” He slips in and nestles himself against you. He’s still bare, knowing he’ll get too hot in his sleep and also knowing what he’ll be like in the morning. The only reason her got you dressed was for the soul purpose and privilege of undressing you later. But that’s for the morning and for now he just wants to cuddle up and sleep off a long day. 

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Let you break my heart again - Anakin x Jedi reader

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Author’s note: hi. so uh. yeah I got a little silly and decided to write angst again. and wrote more than I was aiming for but that’s okay LMAO— Also omg THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY SWISS FIC?? you’re the best <3 Other things to note: Revenge of the Sith era Anakin but Anakin and Padmé aren’t married (they’re courting/dating), reader is a Jedi and has had a crush on Anakin since like the beginning of time /j, reader is majorly jealous of Padmé

Warnings: ANGST, unrequited love, hurt/comfort, Anakin uses a derogatory word for droids, no pronouns used for reader

Word count: 2114 words

Propped against a wall, you saw Anakin enter the Jedi temple, looking a bit disheveled. But  you knew he had just returned from a mission with Obi-Wan, so maybe it went terribly wrong, maybe it went really well. 

You attempted to approach him, but Padmé had already beat you to it, like she always did. You felt a pang in your heart as you saw him hug her, longing to be in her place. Sadly, you knew it would never happen, with the looks they’d exchange with each other when they thought no one was watching. But you were. Finally, after what had seemed like forever, Padmé left to do her duties. You took this opportunity and rushed to him, your heart skipping a beat. “Hey.. how did it go?” You asked with a soft smile. Anakin nodded at you, then sighed. “Fine, I guess.. We didn’t really do much, just killed a bunch of clankers.” You caught yourself before making a face at him for using the derogatory word for droids; but you understood why he chose that word. 

“Well.. I mean, at least it was.. good practice?” You giggled a bit, trying to cheer him up. 

Anakin forced a light chuckle. “Yeah..” He said, looking off to the side, his mind somewhere else. You gave him a soft look. “Hey.. everything okay over there?” You asked kindly, your heart skipping a beat as he looked back at you. “No.. not really…” he admitted with a sigh. He seemed like he wanted to say more, but couldn’t find the right words. “..thanks for asking, though.” He added sincerely. 

You furrowed your brows and studied his expression. “Hey, uh… do you want to go somewhere else and talk about it, perhaps?” You offered. 

He thought for a moment and then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I could use… someone to talk to...” 

“Alright, then. Wanna head to the library? It’s usually deserted at this hour..” You smiled at him, and Anakin perked up a little at the mention of it. “Yeah, actually… that’d be great.. there’s some new data I’ve been meaning to catch up on as well.” 

You two slowly made your way to the library, finding a table in the very back. Anakin sat down on one of the old worn out chairs, staring into the oblivion. “I feel… different..” He mumbled, almost to himself. “What’s wrong?” You sat down next to him, tilting your head and studying his expression. You waited a few seconds before speaking up. “..is it about Padmé?” You question. 

Anakin nodded. It was hard to explain, but he felt something. Something that both terrified him and excited him. 

“How did you know?” Anakin asked. “Ahah.. lucky guess?” You smiled, then giving him a sympathetic look. “..is she okay? Are you two okay?”

Anakin sighed. "Yeah... I think we are." He put his head down, leaning his arms on the table. 

“She's so beautiful…” Anakin whispered. “And she's smart.. And... caring... and... wonderful…”  Anakin trailed off, unknowingly breaking your heart with every word. “…You love her a lot… don’t you? Well, I bet my lightsaber she loves you a lot as well.” You tried to smile through the pain, asking the very question that could possibly break you, but you had to know. 

Anakin looked up at you, a look of uncertainty on this face. “No, it's not that. I love her… it's just... It’s hard to describe.” Anakin said. 

“But.. sometimes, I just feel like... I don't need this.” He looked away from you. 

“This… this whole Jedi… thing. I don’t know if I want to be a Jedi anymore.” Anakin whispered, his words dripping with emotion. “I want something different.” He said hesitantly, looking back at you. 

“…I see. What is it you want, exactly?” You whispered curiously. Anakin seemed to think for awhile. 

“I don't want the Jedi Order, that's for sure.” Anakin said. 

“I want freedom. I want... something... more. Something..." He trailed off. 

“I want to be happy.” Anakin finally said, almost as if it was a confession. “But I'm... afraid.” 

You nodded in understanding. You want freedom too, but not in the same way; you wanted to just be free from this unrequited love, to be free from this constant heartbreak…

“…why are you afraid?” You asked him softly. 

Anakin stared at the table in front of him. “I don’t know, it’s just… if I let go of this… this Jedi thing…” He said, the word ‘Jedi’ having a slight hint of hatred in it. “..I’m not sure if I can become anything else. But at the same time… I don’t want this.” He continued, looking like he was on the verge of tears.  

You nodded. “I understand. I really do..”

You so desperately wanted to reach out and hold Anakin's hand, to comfort him and tell him that everything will be okay as long as they have each other. But you couldn't. You weren’t Padmé.

“…I feel like I'm going insane…” Anakin whispered, his voice quiet and strained. He felt ashamed, but also somewhat relieved that he finally let it out. 

“Sometimes I even think... I even thought…” Anakin trailed off.

“Never mind.” He said with a sigh.

“Wait, no.. you can tell me.. I promise I won’t tell anyone..” You reassured him. 

He looked back up at you. “Sometimes… I have these… thoughts.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of thoughts?” You asked gently. 

“…Dark thoughts. Violent thoughts. Thoughts that could.. that could get me expelled from the Jedi Order.” Anakin finished, his voice strained. He looked at the table, and you did too. “…I see.” You finally reply, looking back up at him in sympathy. “…do you think it’ll affect you soon? Like…. You’re almost at your breaking point?” 

Anakin took a deep breath and let it out. “I don’t know…” he answered. 

“I don’t know what I’m capable of..” He continued, his voice starting to shake. You notice him slowly, hesitantly reach his hand over the table and rest it on yours, his fingers trembling. 

You stared at your hand for a moment, then back at Anakin, feeling the pang in your heart again. Oh, if only he knew the pain he’d just caused… “Hey.. it’s okay, you’re strong… I know you can get through this. I know it.” You whispered to him, giving him a soft smile. 

Anakin leaned his head against the table, keeping his eyes shut. “Can you… can you do me a favor..?” He asked quietly. 

“Anything. Yeah.” You whispered immediately, ready to give your life for Anakin in a heartbeat if you were asked to do so. 

Anakin sighed. “Can... can you promise to stick with me? No matter what? Like a Jedi and his Padawan?” 

Anakin looked up at you. "Can... can you do that for me?" He asked. He looked like he was begging you for help.

You nodded. “Of course.. I’ll always be on your side, no matter what. I’ll always be here for you.” You whisper with a smile. Anakin looked up at you, tears starting to form in his eyes. “Thank you…” he whispered. 

A moment later Anakin embraced you in a tight hug, a feeling of relief washing over him. 

You tensed slightly, a blush forming on your face. The pang in your heart hit harder again, and you knew that this moment would haunt you forever. 

Nevertheless, you placed a hand gently on Anakin’s chest and wrapped your other arm around his waist, hugging him tighter. “Shh… don’t cry..” You whispered, hating to see him in pain even though you were probably hurting even more than he was. 

Anakin's words were muffled as he buried his head into your shoulder. It had been so long since someone had embraced him in a welcoming way. 

“I’m… I'm scared…” Anakin whispered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

You were the only thing grounding him to reality. 

“Hey, it’s okay… you’ll be okay.” You whispered reassuringly, rubbing Anakin’s back soothingly. The longer the two of you hugged, the more it hurt you. But you couldn’t understand it. Why were you feeling so much pain when he was showing you affection? Isn’t this what you wanted? 

Anakin lifted his head from your shoulder, looking back at you. He could feel his breath catching in his throat as he gazed into your eyes. Before he could even think, Anakin leaned in and softly kissed your lips. You could feel your cheeks get redder as he kissed you. Was this even real? You didn’t care; this was the happiest you’d ever been, almost as if you were in a trance. You kissed him back without hesitation, but then as quickly as the moment came, it was over; Anakin pulled away. Your eyes widened in realization as you snapped back into reality. Anakin seemed shocked as well, surprised by what he just did. “I….” He whispered, unsure of what to say. 

You looked at him in horror, thinking of what Padmé would do if she ever found out. 

“I… I’m sorry, I.. oh, no…” 

Not thinking straight, you quickly got up and ran away from the library, tears starting to blur your vision. 

“W-Wait! Come back!” Anakin called your name as he got up from the table, running after you. 

“J-Just leave me alone, Ani…” you pleaded as you covered your mouth with your hand, a sob escaping your lips. 

Anakin kept following you as you both raced down the halls, your footsteps echoing. Eventually he caught up with you and grabbed him by the shoulders. “No.. No, I won’t. Let me help you.” He said firmly as he took your hand and held it. “Please… you’re hurting me more than you realize..” You stared at him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks now. You wanted to pull your hand away, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to do so. 

“No, I want to be by your side. Through thick and thin,” Anakin said with a slight smile. “Padmé means a lot to me, but you... you are very special to me as well.” 

You looked away from him, taking in shaky breaths as more tears fell down your cheeks and you wiped them away before looking at him again. 

“Wait.. so… y-you don’t love Padmé?” You asked slowly. 

Anakin went red. “What? No no... I do love Padmé.” Anakin said, his voice getting a bit higher than he intended. Was he lying?

“But... I also love... I mean... uh…” Anakin was fumbling with his words. He wanted to say 'I love you,' but he didn't want to scare you. Anakin wasn't sure what he should do. He was stuck.

“Anakin.. don’t play games with me right now.” You pleaded. 

“Do you love me, or her?” You asked bluntly, tears still falling down your cheeks, your eyes turning puffy. 

Anakin took a deep breath.

“I… I choose... you.” Anakin said, looking at you.

For the first time since you had known each other, Anakin looked completely honest. He wasn't lying about anything. He looked at you with eyes of complete adoration.

"I choose... you." Anakin repeated.

You looked down at the ground, his words registering in your brain. “H-How do I know… you’re not lying to me right now to make me feel better?” 

Anakin took his fingers and lifted your gaze. “Look me in the eyes,” Anakin said, and you did.

“I’m not lying to you, and I never will.” He said with complete honesty. 

“You mean more to me than anyone in the galaxy.” Anakin's voice softened. "You are more important to me than even Padmé,” Anakin said, looking you right in the eye.

You looked at Anakin with a desperate expression, shaking your head. 

“Oh, Ani…” You whispered, and before you knew it, you’d placed your lips on his again, this time full of passion. 

Anakin wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back just as passionately as tears formed in his eyes. “I love you.” He whispered.

Hearing those words from Anakin’s lips melted your heart, and you felt tears forming in your eyes again, but this time from pure joy. 

“I love you too.. Oh, Ani.. I’ve waited so long to hear you say that..” You whispered back, kissing him again. 

Anakin kissed back, not wanting the moment to end. He embraced you as if you were the only thing holding him together. 

It was like a fairytale come true. 

Anakin finally felt happy. Really happy. He had you to thank for it, as well as his own courage to take a chance. 

And now, you were finally with the one you loved. 

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary-giving a titjob to lo’ak after noticing how much he likes your boobs

✧‼️WARNING‼️- cursing,sub!lo’ak(kinda), perv!lo’ak , edging, titjob(obvi),edging, slight overstimulation, oral sex, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed any<33

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Lo’ak always loved your body, that wasn’t a secret. Even when you were friends he’d always be extra touchy with you. But as of recently he’s been way more touchy than usual and taking interest in your tits especially. It wasn’t something that bothered you though, it more made you wonder why he didn’t make a move already. Knowing that he loves to impress you. And also knowing that your boobs weren’t on the small side by even a little bit. So much so that they filled out lo’aks hands almost perfectly. And even he was surprised by this considering you were a human. But you’d always catch him staring at them or brushing by them “accidentally”, knowing damn well he was just being a perv.

You two were having your usual free day movie night together, just cuddling and basking in each other’s presence. Slowly, lo’ak starts moving his hand up your stomach, not enough so you notice though. Then, when he does it again, he goes a little further than the first one, almost reaching the underside of your boob.

Still lost in the movie you fail to notice lo’aks advances, making him continue with what he was doing. Finally he moves his hand one last time, reaching the underside of your boob and lightly caressing the skin with his thumb.

Then slowly putting his whole hand over your soft,squishy flesh and massaging them softly. “Lo’ak..” you say softly once you realize what he’s doing, glancing over your shoulder to look up at him with a suggestive look in your eyes.

Glancing down at you with the same look you have in your eyes, he gives you a tender kiss to your temple before nudging his head with yours, “focus on the movie, mama,”. Squeezing at your soft flesh a little more firmer than before, and pinching your nipple slightly.

You squirm uncomfortably, feeling the heat in your core spread all over your body. Your squirming makes you realize the huge bulge in lo’aks loincloth, making you glance at him sympathetically, but he was too focused on how perfect your tits filled out his hands through the indent of your top. You nudge your ass against his dick to get his attention, making him let out a quiet, needy groan at the friction, his hips unconsciously bucking up into you searching for more.

“Lo’, lemme help you, yeah?” You say while reaching behind you to cup his jaw in your soft, tiny hand. “Yeah? And how are you gonna do that, mama?” He looks at you with hungry eyes, silently urging you to go on. Without saying anything you quickly get out of his hold, showing him what you’re gonna do instead of telling him.

You signal for him to come to the edge of the bed, to which he obliges obediently. His tail swishes in excitement, as he watches you get on your knees,waiting for what you have planned for him. Seductively, you slowly take off your top, enjoying how he squirms in anticipation and his ears flick at every noise you’re making, almost like he was trying to hear your thoughts.

Once you finally take your top off, you hear lo’aks breathing get quicker, and almost as an instinct he goes to reach for them, making you slap his hands away. His ears pinning to his skull. “Ahah, lo’ak. Touch only when I say to, got it?” He groans in irritation, but still shakes his head yes as he places his hands behind him, leaning back on them and spreading his legs further while looking at you like a palulukan who just got his prey.

You take off his loincloth quickly, spitting in your hand swiftly before wrapping it around his girth firmly. Gratefully using his pre as more lube. The contact makes him groan and throw his head back softly, still never breaking eye contact with you.

You lean in slowly and leave a trail of kisses all the way up and down his length, and then wrapping your lips around the tip, teasing his most sensitive spots with your tongue. “Fuck, mama, keep doing that..” he says as he softly bucks his hips up into you, his moans slowly getting louder.

You leave his tip in your mouth for a couple more seconds before letting go, going down further to leave kitten licks on his balls, still never slowing down the pace of your hand. “Ahh~damn, baby, don’t do that, m’gonna-mhmm~cum” he says almost as a threat, his left hand flying to your head to keep you in place despite what he said. “Mhm..is that so, babyboy?”You say while still leaving kitten licks on him.

The warmth from your mouth makes his ears pin to his head and his tail coil around your forearm, soft, needy whimpers coming from his plush lips. His cock twitched and leaked more every time your tongue came into contact with his sensitive skin, another one of the telltale signs that made you know he was close.

Without warning you pull away, making lo’ak groan in the loss of contact and of his orgasm. He glares at you, almost offended that you didn’t let him cum. Making you giggle at his childish demeanor. “Oh hush babyboy, I have something better planned for you.” You say while grabbing your tits and slowly massaging them, noticing how the soft touches makes your slick run down your thighs.

Lo’aks ears perk up when he finally realizes what you mean, a soft blush covering his features. Smiling at him softly, you place a hand on his thigh and rub it up and down in a comforting rhythm.

“Oh don’t get shy on me now sweet boy, you sure as hell weren’t shy with those glances and touches you were giving me.” You say in a teasing tone, making the blush on his face get darker from your bluntness. Eywa, he felt like such a pervert now that you were confronting him so abruptly about it. You squeeze his thigh to get his attention, his once hungry gaze now soft and obident.

“Relax sweet boy, I don’t mind it” you say while rubbing his thigh affectionately. All the nerves in his body fade away, making him let out a content sigh before that turns in a low whine at the feeling of your soft, warm tits suddenly wrapped tightly around his dick. Making him throw his head back for a second before snapping it forward to see the most beautiful sight on pandora.

The sight of you below him was enough to make him cum, the way you were looking at him so lovingly with your hands squeezing your tits together so tight that he could see his pre dripping down the valley of your breast was something that made him go completely feral. And without thinking he replaced your hands with his, bucking up into your tits rapidly.

Little desperate whines and whimpers of “sorry, I’m sorry, it just feels so good” and “fuck mama please” were enough to make you clench your thighs together to relieve the aching in your core. You place your hands on his wrists to give yourself some type of stability from his harsh thrust.

Suddenly, you stick your tongue out so every time his dick disappears and then reappears from in between your pretty skin, his tip brushes against your tongue. Making him let out an almost pornographic moan at the feeling of your mouth and your tits around him. “Mama, m’gonna cum! Please~mm fuck!~ please can I?” He almost sobs out as he bucks up into your tits frantically, desperately chasing his orgasm as he feels the coil in his stomach about to snap.

He looks down at you with doe eyes, trying to search your features for an answer through his haze of pleasure. “Mhm, go ahead babyboy, paint mammas tits nice and pretty yeah?” The thought makes him throw his head back but quickly looking back down at you.

His hips stutter as his thrust get sloppily and desperate before he cums in thick spurts all over your chest and face. His thrust come to a halt once he’s rode out his high, bucking up every once in awhile when he feels your lips kissing his sensitive cock.

You get up to grab both of your guys clothing before you’re interrupted by feeling strong arm pulling you into a warm embrace. Before you can turn around and ask him anything, he flips you over so your on your back, legs wrapped around lo’aks slim torso.

He gives you a passionate kiss on your lips before leaving a trail down your whole body. Making sure to leave bites and wet kisses on your thighs, and placing a quick kiss to your cunt. Causing you to buck your hips up at the feeling. “Lo’ak I-”

“Nuh-uh, mama, it’s your turn.”

A/N~I hope you guys liked this one! I had a good time writing this bc it js came so naturally for me. Love you guys and stay safe 🩷🩷

Duces🫶🏽,

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[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - It's getting expensive.

Warning : spoilers for opla only

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “Ok, so funny thought based off of sugar daddy! reader but imagine when buggy joins the cross guild and reader just looks at crocodile and Mihawk for a minute before asking buggy, if they need to pay them as well. Because reader can tell that Mihawk and crocodile are expensive bishes. It would be funny watching all their reactions to this especially crocodile and Mihawk since someone is offering to spoil them because I can see crocodile immediately going no in the most deadpan voice and I'm cackling over it.” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE

Buggy didn't really want you to meet them. Despite acting like they were all good friends in front of you, he knew they would very quickly reveal the truth if you ever met them.

Yet, this day had to happen.

“God, you have a lot of people working for you now.” You said with a smile, looking at all the pirates wearing his Jolly Roger happily.

Buggy puffed his chest proudly, laughing a bit.

“Of course. That's only what I deserve !”

You grin and nod, walking inside the ship to get to his quarters. As you get in, you spot them. Mihawk and Crocodile.

“Shit.” Buggy thought.

You stared at them, Buggy pushing you forward in hope to get you to his quarters but you refused to walk. Their bounty appeared before your eyes.

Crocodile 1,965,000,000 berries.

Mihawk 3,590,000,000 berries.

A total of 8,744,000,000 berries with Buggy.

Damn.

“Do I have to pay them as well ?” You ask with curiosity, eyes shining, pointing to Mihawk and Crocodile as you walk toward them.

“What !?” Buggy yelled, stopping you from walking further as Crocodile raised an eyebrow, Mihawk staring at you too surprised to say anything.

“Pay us ?” They thought.

“Why would you pay them !?” Buggy whispers-yelled to you.

“Aren't they with you ?” You simply replied, not caring about being discreet.

That's where it clicked for them. You were Buggy's… boyfriend / sugar daddy.

“No.” Said Crocodile. “We aren't.” His tone was cold, almost disgusted by your supposition.

“This is just a partnership.” Added Mihawk but you stared at him as if it didn't clear anything up and he sighed already tired by this conversation. “It's just an organization.”

“Oh.” You tilted your head to the side. “I thought you were all a thing.” You laughed. “That would've been expensive, ahah !”

“We gathered.” Said Mihawk, walking away. He had heard enough, and didn't want to inflict himself with you two any longer.

Buggy grabbed you by the collar, shaking you roughly while crying, yelling unintelligible things.

“Huh ? I don't understand what you're saying…” You said, which seemed to make things worse. Thought you managed to catch the essence “Me with them ? Scary.”

“Alright, alright. Let's go.” You say, now pushing him to his quarters, Buggy too upset about what you thought to walk on his own.

You continued pushing him until you arrived in his room and as soon as you closed the door Buggy yelled, falling on you with all his weight, making you fall on the bed.

“I lied !” He sobbed, throwing his hands in the air before grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. “They're not my subordinates !”

You blinked. That, you had guessed.

“We're even less a fucking thing !” He yelled now angry before returning to his sobbing state, grabbing you by the collar once again.

“They accepted me as the leader but I don't know why !”

“They-”

“They beat me up after the Cross Guild pamphlet got out ! As if I had a say in it !” He exclaimed. “And they beat me up again after seeing the ship ! They hung my head on Crocodile's hook by the hair !” He sobbed again, trying to make you understand the true dynamic between them, rubbing his face against your shirt, smearing snot and tears over it. “All that because they didn't like the ship my subordinates maaade ! It wasn't my fault they got carried away, these dumbasses ! I almost got sold into slavery ! Me !”

“What !? Are you okay ?” You asked, grabbing his face.

“I'm fine.” He sniffed. “I need more than that to be killed !” He smiled confidently through the tears.

“I'm gonna have a talk with them.” You announced, pushing him away and standing up, ready to walk out before Buggy grabbed you, pulling you back down.

“No !” He pleaded sobbing again. “They'll do the same to you ! Don't you understand !?”

You sighed. He was right. They are pirates after all. And a bit unpredictable at that.

“Buggy… Be careful.” You said, grabbing his face again.

“Tell that to the idiots who made the pamphlet and the ship ! I swear I wasn't behind it !”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You kissed his forehead, wrapping your arms around him.

“What do you want to do then ?” You ask, fingers combing through his long hair.

“This is nice here.” He replied, rubbing his cheek against you. “Let's stay here.”

“Okay.”

For a moment, you two say nothing, enjoying each other's presence and closeness, the silence only broken by his sniffing.

“You really thought I was seeing other people ?”

You shrugged.

“Not really. But since they work with you and as you told me you were the bestest of friends, I thought maybe it was like a pack.”

“A pack !?”

“Yeah. Take one, get two more.”

“We aren't a deal you can buy !”

“I kind of bought you. ‘Buy my time’ you said. And I did.” You kissed the top of his head and he grimaced, annoyed.

“That's different.”

“Not really.”

[undrrcxxt]

Chocolates

james potter x reader

summary: so idk if you guys have seen these chocolates things going around on tiktok, it’s like chocolates that make you horny ig?? and i was thinking like.. what if reader and james were to share the chocolate… so that’s what i wrote ahah

tw: smut(18+ please!!) chocolates that make you horny, oral (both m and f receiving), fingering, if you really really squint there could possibly be a breeding kink. unprotected sex(wrap before u tap) very rushed ending i’m sorry, no aftercare but only bc i was too lazy to write it.

authors note: this is my first full length fic😝 any tips are greatly appreciated! (gif is not mine)

wc: 1327

You ran back to where James was sitting, the box of chocolates in your hands. The boy was giggling and you had a big smile on your face. “What game do we play while we wait for it to kick in?” You asked, getting a piece of the chocolate out.

“Uhhh, how about battleship?” James suggested, getting up to go get the game. “Works for me,” you agreed and broke the chocolate apart. You grinned, not knowing the exact outcome of this little chocolate, but knowing enough from your research.

James came back with battleship in his hands and began setting it up while you slid over the other half of the chocolate. When he was done setting up he gave you the infamous James Potter smirk. You giggled and held up your half of the chocolate, “Cheers.” you both said and ate the sugary treat.

“How long does it take to kick in?” The boy asked, still chewing. You swallowed your piece before answering, “not sure? 15-20 minutes i think?” He nodded and took a swig of the water next to him. “Okay okay, set up your ships then! we probably don’t have a long time to play,” he finished with a wink that had you blushing and rolling your eyes.

You sat there putting your ships in different places before you got the best idea, “James, let’s make in a challenge.” He perched up, “sorry?” you chuckled, “the chocolates, whoever gives in first loses.” James Potter, who loves a good challenge, obviously agreed.

—

20 minutes have passed and a certain bespectacled boy was flushed in the face. And a certain girls panties were absolutely soaked, but you let out a laugh. “You okay, Jamie? you look a little red..” “F-fine!” the boy huffed out, his cockiness somehow gone. “how many ships have you got left?” he asked, trying to distract himself. “All of them baby,” you giggled, “how about you?” James frowned, “three..”

You smirked, thinking he’s about to loose the challenge, “do you wanna stop?” James lifts his head up, but when he catches your gaze he shakes his head. “I’m going to win this challenge y/n,” he said, his cocky demeanor coming back out. You nodded and called out another spot, taking yet another one of his ships.

He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “i’m about to call quits, honestly. This is bloody hard.” You take a sip of the water, “what? battleship or how bad you want me?” you flirted, batting your eyelashes. James breathed out heavily, “both??” “You can always lose,” you said in a sing-sing voice.

And that’s exactly what the boy did. “Yeah, fuck this.” you let out a giggle, but before you could say anything James was on your side of the table kissing you and trying to rip your shirt off. “J-jamie wait, let’s go to the bed room first,” you said, pulling away.

He shook his head, diving back in for another kiss. “Can’t wait dove, i need ya so bad. m’aching.” he whined, kissing down your jawline. You breathed heavily, “okay okay. take your shirt off baby, i wanna see you.” The Potter didn’t waste a second, after he ripped his shirt off, he made quick work with your own.

While he was massaging and kissing your tits, you were fumbling with his belt, “can’t seem-“ you huffed out, James biting on your nipple. “Can’t seem to get it off.” you whined at James chuckle. “Need some help dove?” you nodded, eyeing his hands when he was undoing his belt, and pulling down his jeans.

The man didn’t have time to touch you again before you were spitting on your hand and making work with his already hard cock. He grunted, his hips thrusting themselves into your hand. “Get on your knees baby,” he said, backing up to give you room.

You slowly crawled down from your chair, giving James a little show of your tits. “Fuck dove..” he groaned, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You smirked up at him before licking kitten strips up his length. He hissed, his hips once again having a mind of their own and bucking into your face.

You giggled, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking. “merlin..” james groaned, and threw his head back. That only spurred you on more, and you took as much of his cock as you could. you moaned around the boys length, sending vibrations up his spine.

James pulled your hair, telling you to get back on your feet. “my turn,” he smirked and pushed you back on the chair, getting down on his knees himself. he dragged your underwear down to your ankles and started kissing your thighs. “Jamie-“ you whined, loosing patience. “what dove? you want my tongue?” you huffed out, nodding.

James quickly flattened his tongue over your cunt, and you drew in a quick breath. He licked all the way up until his lips latched on to your clit and he started sucking, “oh, shit..” you huffed, slouching down in the chair. He soon added his fingers to the godly mixture, starting with his middle finger. He fucked your hole slowly, sending shivers up your spine. “James,” you moaned, “faster. oh my god faster, please.” James isn’t a man to deny his love, so he did what you asked, and added a second finger.

In a matter of seconds you were coming around james fingers with a high pitched moan. James chuckled, slowly easing his fingers out of you. Before he could say anything, you leaned forward and tugged on his hair, bringing him up to kiss you. He groaned into the kiss, slowly tugging on his now painful cock. “Jamie, i need you inside me.” His eyes rolled back to his head, “fuck.. okay darling, anything you want.”

He lined his cock up to your cunt, and slowly thrusted in. You both drew in a short breath, you leaning your head back into the chair. James bottomed out and waited for you to give him the go ahead. “okay jamie, you can move.” you said, in lightly high pitched voice. He slowly started thrusting in and out of you. “faster, baby” you moaned and the boy wasted no time fucking you into oblivion.

“God baby, i didn’t know how much longer i could last. I don’t know how that chocolate did all this, but fuck..” he let out a short breath, “but fuck am i grateful.” he finished. You just moaned in response, the work he was doing with his cock made you unable to form complete sentences.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you let out, when james hit a particular spongy spot inside of you. “Yeah, you like that sweetheart?” He chuckled, but faltering into a moan of his own when you squeezed around his cock.

“James.. i’m close..” you squeezed your eyes shut, your legs starting to shake. “mmm okay baby, wanna come with me? wanna squeeze that cunt around my cock while i fill you up?” he said, all huskily, right in your ear. “Oh fuck yes,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and when james started circling your clit with his fingers, you were done for.

“Cmon baby, come on my cock.” Those words alone could’ve made you come, and they did. Your eyes flew open and you started rocking against the chair, trying to meet james’s thrusts. The boys mouth flew open, a very pornagraphic moan escaping his lips from the look on your face. His hips stuttered and he came not long after you.

“Holy shit,” you laughed, James following along in your laughter. “That’s some intense chocolate,” he said, slowly pulling out of you. You both winced. You tugged on his hair, bringing his lips down to yours. “love you,” you said breaking from the kiss. “love you too darling.” James pecked your lips once more, “now.. i’m gonna go find a rag.”

[beanghostprincess]

How funny would it be if there were rumors around the Cross Guild that Someone Is A Vampire.

Someone visiting for one thing or another catches a glimpse of a person in the dead if night sneaking our of the medical tent with a bag of blood. There are no alarms going off, no sign of their presence beyond a brief moment of Sighting Them, a soft growl, and then the person vanishing into the darkness.

The rumors spread across the Seas. Cross Guild has a Vampire. It's embellished and it grows more and more as the story is told. Eventually someone asks a member if the Guild, "do you have a vampire?" And the mercenary hesitates, pales slightly. "... He is more than that." That's all he'll say on the matter. The way he reacted, the way he seemed almost afraid, it makes people think and wonder.

A Vampire! And in this marine hunting organization? To be so powerful, he must be very strong! In a ... a position of power....

They look at the posters.

Mihawk is the first to be suspected. He hits almost every cliche. Pale? Goth? Drinks "red wine" all the time? Weird? Piercing eyes? Never smiles? Oh Absolutely It All Makes Sense.

There are some who suspect Crocodile. He has that Vibe, they say, ya know the one. It wouldn't be surprising, that's all they're saying.

Meanwhile nobody looks twice at the clown. He's an Emperor, some think idly, if he were a vampire, the world would know by now.

Shanks is giggling, twirling his hair, kicking his feet across the grandline at this point bc He Knows The Truth.

Buggy is a paramecia type devil fruit user - it effects the body and it's derived from the abilities of a Devil. Typically, they are considered the weaker forms of Devil Fruits bc they rarely awaken or offer further abilities. Buggy is, was, and always will be a special case.

To any knowledge, Buggy is the last of his kind. Crocus had his work cut out for him when trying to get a baseline for Buggy's health when he joined if only because so many things were Off or outright Not There or There When There Shouldn't Be. It was impossible to tell what was Devil Fruit vs Biology. So when Buggy began getting sick, losing weight, growing lethargic, it was a frenzy to find answers.

The solution presented itself in typical Whoopsies How Did That Happen fashion - Shanks got so mad about not being able to help, being scared for his best friend, his Buggy, that he punched a wall - tore his knuckles up. He hissed, shook his hand out, hopping around because ow ow ow fuck shit ow-

And then Buggy was staring.

Shanks, more distracted by Buggy being AWAKE, simply lunged for his friend, and was a little surprised when Buggy didn't push him away or hiss or scream - just took his hand, staring. "Oh," he chuckled awkwardly. "Don't mind that, just me being an idiot, ahah... hah... b-bugs?"

Buggy licks his hand.

Shanks is perturbed.

Crocus runs a few more experiments.

Okay yeah Buggy's a vampire. Cool. Good to know. Why? Not sure, but damn if it isn't something, huh?

Anyway, Cross Guild but the two goths have vampire allegations thrown their way every day, meanwhile their ACTUAL vampire boyfriend is loudly complaining that his polka dot thigh high are missing, oh where is his green scrunchy, honey have you seen his hot pink shorts or his rainbow glitter eyeshadow palette-?

This is hilarious and probably the best thing I've seen today I-- I love this. But ngl, I find this so good for so many Shuggy/Cross Guild concepts with Buggy as a vampire and drinking their blood 🙏🏻 Let them make out because the other three are extremely fucked in the head. It'd be great if Buggy treated being a Vampire so casually while the three of them are down bad for him drinking their blood or smth.

[undercovergamer]

✨ Sunshine and Giggles ✨

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

cw: brief moment of arms being held at some point!

Based on a dream I had once where I tickled Gorou :)

For this fic, I rewrote my dream notes and replaced myself with Itto. I also turned it into a more silly and romantic setting. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1994

Today was a special day. Gorou and Itto finally had enough time to spend a whole day together, which they wanted to do for quite a while now. After plenty of planning, they decided to run a few errands together in the name of adventure, before playing games and relaxing near a large tree. I mean, you’re never too old to play tag, right? After running around in the grass for quite a while, they were both pretty tired so they decided to just lie down and look at the clouds.

“Ahh… doesn’t it feel nice to just relax and bask in the sun?” Gorou said, letting out a content sigh as he laid in the grass like a starfish.

“Hmm… you’re right, it feels great! The sun is so warm~ and nice~…” Itto replied, stretching out to relax his muscles.

“Yeah, it’s very relaxing! But… let’s be careful not to get sunburnt.” Gorou said, glancing over at his buddy.

“Eh, we don’t have to worry about that, right? It’s not that hot.” Itto replied, chilling with his hands behind his head.

“Let’s just be careful not to fall asleep. We should probably get some shade soon…” Gorou looked up at the big tree, which wasn’t too far away.

“No problem, it’s too bright out to sleep anyway, haha! At least for me.” Itto chuckled to himself, smiling as usual.

They spent the next few minutes viewing the scenery, feeling the soft breeze blowing through the grass. It felt so nice and relaxing to spend time together like this… but eventually, Itto started to feel a little bored. He looked over at Gorou who was laying next to him, about a meter or two away. Just curious, y’know. But then, the oni suddenly felt a wave of mischief come over him…

“Hey, I’m getting kinda bored… you wanna play some more?” he asked, sitting up with a “subtle” smirk on his face.

“Again..? I’m a bit tired right now…” Gorou replied. He didn’t really feel like running around at the moment. At least not yet.

“Oh, don’t worry! You don’t have to get up for this one… heheheh…” He felt playful seemingly out of nowhere, getting a silly idea to bully the general just a little bit.

“Hm? What do you mean…?” Gorou asked, looking up at him with curiosity.

Itto scooted closer with a mischievous look, giving him a slight poke to his tum, resulting in a surprised jolt as Gorou covered the spot.

“H-Hey!” Gorou’s ears twitched and he became nervous seeing the look on his friend’s face. Itto chuckled and poked him again, resulting in a squeak. “Eek! D-Don’t!”

“Heheheh! Ooh, what’s that? Is someone ticklish?” Itto asked, grinning with mischief. Oh dear…

“Uh… I-… um…” Gorou’s eyes widened, realizing his fate might be sealed. However, before he could make his grand escape, Itto playfully wrestled him down.

“Hehehehe! Imma getcha!” Itto teased, grinning at his newest catch and wiggling his fingers above him.

“W-Wait! Wahait! L-Let’s not get too hasty here! Heh! Uhm-!” Gorou said, nervously looking around and already losing his so-called composure, giggling in advance and wagging his tail.

“Are you ticklish here~?” Itto teased as he started tickling the general’s exposed sides. Wrong day to wear such an outfit, huh?

“EEP! Ahahe! Nohoho!” He immediately burst into a flustered giggling fit, trying to protect his sides while pushing Itto away, which didn’t work.

“Aw! You little liar, you ARE ticklish! That’s so cute~” Itto teased playfully as he gently squeezed his sides and waist, making him arch his back and yelp, laughing louder. His smile was adorable and Itto loved seeing him so silly. He kept his tickles soft and playful so that his little buddy wouldn’t freak out too much.

“Ack-!! Ahahahahahaha!! Stahahap ihihihit!!” Gorou laughed, squirming and bucking his hips, trying to roll away. Gods, what had he gotten himself into?

“Hehe! You’ve gotta let loose every once in a while, y’know! You can’t be serious all the time, right? Even war generals have to laugh~” Itto teased affectionately, switching spots as Gorou rolled to his side, scribbling his nails all over the general’s tummy.

“AAEEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His laughter rose an octave and immediately became more hysterical. “NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” He squealed, throwing his head back and frantically kicking his legs, successfully covering his sensitive tummy with his arms. He was more determined to crawl away this time, but Itto pinned him onto his back.

“Aww, who’s a good boy? Hehe! Tickle tickle tickle!” Itto teased, scribbling around randomly at any exposed area he could get as the ticklish general scrambled to protect himself, laughing his adorable little head off. It was obvious Gorou was having tons of fun, because his tail was wagging like crazy. Upon being called a good boy, his face flushed red from embarrassment.

“Ehehahaha! Wahahahait!! Dohohon’t!! Ahahahaha!” Gorou squirmed as Itto tried to move his arms away from his tummy, which earned him a lot of giggly protesting.

“Are you too ticklish? Hm??” Itto said, gently tugging at his arms to drive up the playful tension.

“WahahahAHAIT!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Too late~ Itto lifted the little man’s arms up with ease, holding them above his head with one hand and using the other one to tickle all over his ribs and tum, even adding silly sound effects for extra crit damage.

Gorou was promptly sent into another fit of loud, high pitched laughter, once again frantically kicking his legs and wagging his tail at the speed of sound. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” His heels dug into the ground in desparate attempts to escape.

“Tickle tickle~ hehe! You’re so cute!” Itto said, teasingly scribbling around his bellybutton.

“AAEEHEHEHEHehehe!! Plehehehehease!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! Stahahahap ihihihit!!” He pleaded through his adorable laughter.

“Aw~ is someone getting tired? Heheh… what a shame~” Itto teased, stopping his attack and letting go of the lil’ guy, leaving him a giggly, panting mess.

“Ahaha… ehe… hehehe…!” Gorou rolled onto his side and curled up, still wagging his tail as he caught his breath.

“Hahaha! Wasn’t that fun? You’ve got such a cute laugh!” Itto said, petting his head softly.

“Uh- I- eh… d-don’t say that…” Gorou whined, covering his blushing face.

“Why not? It’s true! Didn’t you have fun~?” Itto asked, still petting his head.

After a bit of hesitation, he sighed and admitted, “Y-Yes… I- uh… Th-that was a-actually kinda fun, heh…”

“I knew it! Your tail was wagging the whole time, y’know…” Itto said, chuckling to himself.

Gorou sat up and hugged his tail to keep it still, feeling embarrassed. “N-No it wasn’t!”

“Aww, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed! Everyone is ticklish, right? It’s normal.” Itto pulled him into a big ol’ hug from the side.

“Huh… I guess you’re right, but…” he looked at the ground, still blushing from embarrassment, but be leaned against Itto anyway, feeling cozy near him and letting his tail wag freely.

“Are you alright? Did I go too far, lil’ guy…?” Itto asked, feeling a little guilty seeing him so nervous like this. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that…

“Ah, uh, I- I’m alright! It’s just… I don’t get… t-tic-… er… p-played with like that very often. I… feel embarrassed about it, that’s all…” Gorou admitted with a slight sigh, his ears dropping down.

“Are you sure? I feel a little mean now that I’ve teased you so much.” Itto just hoped he didn’t remind him of that weird lady with the fox ears… whatever her name was. He could tell Gorou felt nervous.

“Eheh… i-it’s fine, really! Don’t worry, I’m just.. not used to that much playfulness, I guess…” He stuttered, blushing again.

“Hey, didn’t mean to embarrass ya too badly, y’know. D’you wanna talk about it?” Itto asked reassuringly, hoping to ease his worries.

Gorou hesitated for a moment before replying. “It’s just… I’m a strong general of the Watatsumi Army, and yet I-… I’m just-… uh…” He felt embarrassed opening up like this.

“Adorable? Ticklish?” Itto grinned at him.

“Y-Yeah… that. Ugh…” He felt insecure about being so vulnerable, but struggled to express it properly due to that dreadful word…

“Aw, c’mon… it’s perfectly normal to be ticklish! Doesn’t mean you can’t be an awesome general, y’know.” Itto said, smiling at him.

Gorou sighed and said “I know, but… how would anyone take me seriously if they knew? They’ll just see me as an adorable puppy…” His ears dropped down, showing he felt upset.

Itto wasn’t gonna let him feel bad like this. “Nah, you’re so much more than an adorable puppy, haha! Seriously though, give yourself some credit! I mean, you’re a mighty warrior, right? With your speed, strength, and intuition, you’re basically unstoppable!”

“Huh??” Gorou wasn’t expecting such a speech, that’s for sure. Even his ears were surprised!

“I mean it, man! Just cus you’re a cutie doesn’t mean you’re not tough and cool at the same time, y’know. You’re really awesome!” He continued with confidence, giving Gorou a bigger hug than before.

“W-Wow, haha… you… you really think I’m cool?” Hearing that made his heart flutter.

“Dude, of course! I mean, you’ve got a bow on the front line, man! I could never!” Itto chuckled and patted his head. “… you’re still adorable though. Heheheheh!” he had to tease just a wee bit.

“Shut up…” Gorou avoided eye contact, hiding his face in his hands.

“Hahaha! Sorry, I had to… but like, honestly, you being cute actually gives you the upper hand!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well think about it. If an enemy thinks you’re just a cute doggy, they’ll underestimate your true power… and then, BAM! You STRIKE ‘em down!!” Itto made his point clear by playfully, but carefully, pushing Gorou to the ground again, which made him laugh with surprise.

“Hey! Hahahaha!” The pupper squirmed in a playful attempt to escape.

“And besides, it’s not like someone’s gonna tickle ya’ in combat… unless I’M someone!!” Itto said, tickling Gorou again to prove his point. “Mwahahahaha!” he teased.

“AEEEEHAHAHAHA!! Ittohohoho!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” His poor tum got attacked again, making him squeal and squirm.

“Hahahaha! See? That’d be too silly, wouldn’t it?” Itto said, before stopping his attack and helping Gorou sit back up.

“Haha… ha… y-you didn’t have to do that…” Gorou said, catching his breath.

“Hey I’m just tryina help you out! Nobody would DARE to tickle their opponent in a life or death battle, you know.” Itto said, poking his side.

“Eep! Ok, ok! I get it!” Gorou said, giggling and pushing Itto away. “Stop tickling me!”

“Haha! Alright! You’re safe, I won’t tickle ya anymore… honest.” Itto laughed and hugged him with one arm, giving him headpats with his other hand. The two of them resumed their chill, with Gorou wagging his tail.

“Sooo, uh… is it ok if I call you cute and all that?” Itto asked, smiling at him.

Gorou was surprised, but nodded at the question. “Uh... Y-Yeah, I guess… j-just not in public! I’d get so embarrassed…”

Itto hugged him again. “OK! I shall respect your boundaries, cutie. Cus I got UNLIMITED affection for ya’! Hahaha!”

“H-Hey!” Gorou giggled a little bit, hiding his blushing face again.

“You wanna play tag again? Bet it’ll be lots of fun~!” Itto asked, grinning playfully and ruffling Gorou’s hair.

“Hahaha! Sure!” He replied, smiling at the silly oni.

“However! New rule! I’m it, but if I catch you, I tickle you! Hehe!” Itto said, wiggling his fingers towards him.

“Eep! N-No way! Ehehe! Y-You’ll have to catch me first!” He giggled, quickly getting up and dashing away.

“Rawr! I’m the tickle monster!” Itto exclaimed, getting up as well and chasing after him.

“EEK! Nooohoho! Stay back!!”

“Grrrr! Imma getcha~!”

“Hahahahaha!”

It may be rather childish, but their bond grew exponentially that day, with lots of laughter and smiling from both of them as they played around. But oh, if only Gorou was brave enough to tickle him back…

Surely one day… right?

[sixosix]

tsukishima kei: enemies to/or lovers

fem!reader, manager reader, slight hurt/comfort, some boy hurts your feelings >:( tsukki is there, cursing, wc 2.2k

you get stood up and tsukishima takes a detour; it goes well, surprisingly

three seconds of silence pass before hinata snorts, and it’s cut off by a whack on the head -- courtesy of kageyama -- before it can turn into a full-blown cackle.

“it’s not funny, shouyou!” you whine, stomping your foot a few times for good measure. there must be something on your face because hinata laughs harder and even kageyama fails to hide a smirk. “you two are not helping. seriously.”

“i’m sorry!” hinata cries, still giggling, not sorry at all. “i’m sorry, y/n! but-- it’s just-- aha--” he splutters and giggles again.

“fuck you!” you hiss, ears warm with embarrassment. students nearby cast worried glances. hinata makes a dying noise. “i agree to become manager when you ask me -- because i’m such a good friend like that -- and this is how you pay me back? fuck you. fuck you!”

“kageyama-kun-- ahah,” hinata wheezes, “help me, kageyama-kun! tell y/n! why this is the funniest thing i’ve heard all my life! kageyama-kun!”

you look at hinata, a giggling, borderline dying mess, and almost pity him. then at kageyama who’s trying his best to glare at hinata because he knows that you’re trying to be serious; however, the amusement bright in his dark eyes is hard to miss.

kageyama shakes his head; you’re not sure if it’s directed to hinata, you, or himself. “it’s not funny. sorry, y/n.” he regards you for a moment, then seems to recall your words, and makes a noise that could be described as choking -- it’s how he laughs. “pfft.”

it’s even worse when kageyama tobio, of all people, is laughing at your face.

“that’s it,” you grumble, followed by hinata’s protests amidst the laughter, “i’m quitting manager. go ask-- fucking, i don’t know. that chick that’s following tobio around who hinata hates for some reason. i don’t care.”

an indignant squawk. “i don’t--”

“you do?” questions kageyama.

“i just said i don’t!”

yamaguchi -- your angel, your savior -- walks over, looking back and forth between everyone, concerned. “um. what’s happening?”

he holds out a water bottle for kageyama, who takes it but makes no move to drink.

“yamaguchi! yama-- please please tell these idiots that they’re stupid. i’m trying to ask for advice, and they have the nerve to laugh at my face!” you fume, face twisted into a scowl.

yamaguchi frowns. “that’s not nice, hinata, kageyama,” he chides. hinata whispers something to kageyama; they giggle together.

yamaguchi sighs in disappointment. when he turns to you, you swear you see a halo above his head. “what was the question, y/n? maybe i can help?”

“it was--” you stop, promptly remembering who this person in front of you is. “…actually, i can’t tell you.”

“why not me? is it about me?”

hinata has managed to calm down, barely, and kageyama heals his throat with the water bottle.

“well, no. but you might snitch, and that’s not cool.”

“is it tsukki?”

kageyama spits his water.

“how did you know!?” you cry.

hinata falls over laughing and kageyama slips to catch him. yamaguchi grins widely, a knowing look in his eyes.

“y/n-san. you’re not exactly subtle, you know,” he says kindly, although his words are nothing but.

“it’s not even-- it’s not like that,” you insist, ears warm. “i was just. asking a question about him, not like that.”

yamaguchi hums. “i won’t tease you. is he bothering you?”

“of course he’s bothering me!” you exclaim, pacing around back and forth in front of them. “that’s-- i swear he was born into this world to be a bother. he spawned in and decided he wants to bother me.”

“that’s-- that’s definitely something…?” yamaguchi replies, thoughtful, as the two boys beside him nod in agreement. “but you didn’t answer my question.”

“i wanted to ask,” you begin, “if you know… um. recently, it’s been weird, you know. can you tell me if he’s--” hinata coughs a laugh, having known your question first. “if he’s being sassy in a weird way or if he’s just straight out flir--”

“ah,” tsukishima croons from behind you, with the same wonder one would feel when patronizing ants. he pulls off a smug smile when the three of you startle, with kageyama unfazed. “loitering around during practice? you’re a bad influence for a manager, y/n-san.”

hinata blinks. kageyama blinks. yamaguchi wears a knowing smile again.

“tsukishima-kun,” you laugh without humor. it’s as if a switch has been flipped; gone is the flustered y/n, and here comes the scary demon! “i know you can’t get enough of me, but tone down the jealousy, yeah?”

tsukishima scoffs. “sorry to crush your hopes and dreams, but i’ve had enough of delusional idiots, thanks.”

“clearly not when you’re a living reminder of one.”

“it happens when one is around you too much,” tsukishima says it like an insult -- means it like an insult -- but the cocksure smirk on his face makes it sound otherwise.

“oh, i get what she means now,” hinata whispers, genuinely horrified.

you and tsukishima whirl around to pin hinata down with a glare. “shut up,” both of you say, one fierce and flustered, the other one cold and familiar.

hinata flinches, pale-faced. “yes ma’am, yes sir!”

“everyone!” daichi’s voice bellows even outside of the gym. “practice match is about to begin; we’re starting with or without you.”

everyone scurries back to the gym.

“sugawara-san! hey!” you wave at him, jogging over as the rest of the first years enter the gymnasium.

sugawara blinks once, then grins at you, all welcoming and nice. as if this isn’t the first time you’ve sought anyone in karasuno out that aren’t the first years (that isn’t tsukishima, you’d remind pointedly). “y/n,” he says in lieu of a greeting, “did something happen?”

“ah, i just wanted to ask if shimizu-senpai is feeling better?”

sugawara chuckles. “still sick, i’m afraid. you having a hard time already?”

your shoulders slump in defeat. “i swear it didn’t even seem much from an outsider’s perspective.”

“we can’t live without our managers,” says sugawara sagely. “we owe it to you two.”

“you can’t flatter me with your exaggerated praises, suga-senpai,” you chide playfully as he laughs. “i might have to leave my fellow first years in your hands, i’m afraid. you have to soldier on in memory of me and shimizu-senpai.”

although it’s subtle, something about sugawara changes. his eyes glitter, perceptive.

his smile is as sharp as the glint in his eyes when he asks, “is this about tsukishima?”

the floor is a more pleasant sight than the chaos lurking behind sugawara’s eyes. “how does everyone guess it so quickly…?” you sigh, feeling as if you’re being picked apart skillfully with sugawara’s gaze -- one that was too similar to what yamaguchi was giving earlier.

“no one gets under your skin better than that boy does,” suga says, almost fond. you bristle at the implications.

“i don’t know how you handle them, honestly.”

“that’s the thing. i don’t.”

you giggle at his defeated mama bear expression. he looks as if his smallest child has once again provoked another, roughhousing each other like a bunch of territorial dogs-- and, oh, hinata comes passing by, nibbling kageyama’s arm as the latter has him on a headlock that does not look friendly.

“stop.” daichi sounds as if he wants to cry.

“hey, that’s enough!” sugawara reprimands loudly over tanaka and nishinoya’s whooping. “hinata, let go of kageyama’s arm! no, stop that face, i don’t care who started it-- tanaka, put a shirt on! noya, stop biting kageyama’s ear--”

you were hoping to get good advice from sugawara today but daichi has reached his peak, so you wisely stay quiet for the rest of the practice match and look away from hinata’s pleading face.

“idiots,” you laugh softly to yourself, content and happy despite your whining earlier.

and then your phone buzzes in your pocket. your expression twists into a frown.

you also pointedly ignore tsukishima staring at you from across the room.

tsukishima usually finds peace by tugging his headphones on and watching the stars when walking home alone. and right now, yamaguchi excused himself to practice more with shimada, leaving tsukishima by himself.

but he wants to be alone with his thoughts right now. music included. excluded?

today was strange. everything seemed normal, he knows that much. at least, until you weren’t acting normal.

let’s see, he muses. he remembers walking to school and you’re already huddled with the rest of the first years like a team meeting that doesn’t involve the entire club (tsukishima). a stupid group meeting, tsukishima concludes.

he remembers sparing you a glance and witnessing the way you checked your phone and changed immediately. your face fell, your brows knitted together as your eyes flit across the screen, and -- as much as tsukishima hated how he knew this -- your eyes dimmed in a way that meant something is bothering you.

he thought it was nothing serious. he brushed it off so he wouldn’t be distracted.

until he sees you standing outside of the local store that definitely isn’t somewhere you’d pass by on your way home. he would know, he never saw you walk in the same direction as him. (a blessing or a curse; he can’t decide yet.)

don’t get involved, he thinks stubbornly, trying hard to avoid your eyes. don’t get involved, not your business--

idiot, you’ll pass by her anyway because your home is right over there. fuck.

“how troublesome,” he hisses under his breath, steadily approaching you.

you spare him a glance when you notice movement from the corner of your eyes, then quickly do a double take when recognizing who it is. “w-what-- oh.” your brows furrow. “tsukishima?”

“what are you doing here?” he asks carefully, pretending to look around as if he wasn’t already staring at you earlier. “it’s been an hour since we’ve left the gym.”

“ah.” you sound sad, tsukishima notes. it’s weird hearing it from you and something funny happens in his chest. it’s unpleasant. “has it been that long already?”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“i have no obligation to.”

“i’ll pester you about it.”

“so stubborn,” you chuckle, weakly, defeated. “you know-- the guy in our class? kojima-kun.”

tsukishima takes a second to pause. kojima haru, the boy he heard making a big fuss over getting dumped last week, a charmer at heart, the kind who sneers at snarky boys like tsukishima.

“i know of him,” tsukishima says, hoping he doesn’t sound salty. though, he’s sure that his default tone is salty.

“this was supposed to be our second date.”

second, tsukishima echoes dully in his head.

but that doesn’t sound right, no. tsukishima frowns, “i saw him leaving with kumi-san earlier, though,” he points out. kumi, his ex who he whined about last week, some girl in another class.

the way your face falls made tsukishima believe that you’re disappointed, but not surprised. there’s no anger. you look resigned, tsukishima’s brain -- traitor -- realizes. how often does this happen for you to become numb to it?

“shit,” you laugh bitterly, and tsukishima can’t help but agree. “fuck, i should’ve known. idiot. stupid.”

tsukishima is smart enough to know that you’re not talking about him or kojima. knowing this is admittedly worse.

don’t get involved, my ass.

he sighs. damn volleyball club making him soft. “get in.”

your eyebrows twitch. “excuse me?”

“get in, i’m buying you ice cream,” he says, and silently prays to every deity out there that you don’t question his intentions.

you stare at him, and he can feel emotions swirling in your eyes, studying him. tsukishima stares back, expression slack and -- hopefully, please -- blank.

“okay,” you whisper, stepping inside, missing the way tsukishima’s shoulder slump with relief.

the bell dings as you both enter, followed by a cheerful greeting from the old lady running the counter. she knows tsukishima, and welcomes him by his name-- only to stop shortly upon the sight of you. the old lady quirks an eyebrow, amused.

tsukishima hopes his ears don’t look as warm as it feels.

“hello, dear. i don’t think i’ve seen you around,” oba-chan, the traitor, ponders aloud.

you shift into a more polite smile, as if your eyes aren’t rimmed red. “good evening, ma’am. i’m l/n y/n, nice to meet you.”

“ohhh! tsukishima-kun’s volleyball club manager, right?”

“ah-- um. yes!”

tsukishima makes an escape to the snack aisle, grumpily snatching your favorite biscuit. he reaches for two popsicles, before heading back and noticing that you and oba-chan are already giggling to each other.

he is not relieved to see you smile. the yamaguchi in his head cackles and taunts him.

shut up, tsukishima sneers.

tsukishima dutifully pays for the snacks, pointedly ignoring your questioning gaze. oba-chan smiles knowingly throughout the entire interaction.

“you didn’t have to pay,” you murmur. he hears the hesitant crunch of food tailed after.

“you can’t tell me what to do,” tsukishima quips. “how about you just be grateful?”

a huff slices through the silence, and it does not make tsukishima chuckle. “thanks, i guess,” you say. it’s the best he can get from you, so he takes it. “you’re making this seem like a date.”

“don’t be stupid,” tsukishima says. he does not clarify if he means this can never be a date or you idiot, it is one.

your eyes narrow. you know exactly what is going through his head. “are you flirting with me or starting a fight?”

“you can’t tell?”

“the line is blurred even with your glasses on.”

tsukishima’s mouth betrays him when he smiles.

neither of you know what you both are, but there’s no need to put a label on it. he likes it the way it is.

[ceruleancattail]

RAAAASHSJSJD I CANT BELIEVE BUTLER AU WONNN I voted for Nightfall AU but I DONT MIND- AS LONG AS I GET BUTLER!LEONA UEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE—

*clears throat* uh butler leona please- not sure which scenario tbh, maybe when reader gets injured? A minor injury though🕺

YOU VOTED FOR NIGHTFALL??? Superior taste fr fr/j

I really wanna develop that au ahah, maybe when I have some time~

Ballrooms

Butler Leona x reader

People normally seek refuge within buildings. Fingers curled into fists, knocking doors desperately. Hoping for someone, anyone to take notice of their pleas.

You, however, were more interested of getting out.

A ballroom, lined with gold. Elaborate designs of flowers, each petal carved carefully into the walls. If you look at them closely enough, you could almost swear they could move, swaying with the breeze.

The clink of wine glasses tapping against each other. Polite laughter ringing through the air, the clack of heels against the ground. The chatter of a thousand voices, conversations held behind fans, politics hidden behind a smile.

Holding yourself upright, you squeeze through the wave after wave of people. Ankles throbbing, pain gnawing on your feet. You shouldn’t have worn these shoes. They were too small, heels much too high for your comfort.

Curse your vanity.

Your eyes flicker from left to right, a cornered animal. Trying to find somewhere, anywhere for you to sit down and rest your weary legs. Colours from all parts of the rainbow, fabric brushing against you, trailing on the ground. They swarmed your vision, blocking out everything but the people.

Heaving a sigh, you gather up your belongings. Guess you’ll have to take an early night. Hobbling across the dance floor as carefully as you could, you start to make your way to the door.

Treading gently in an attempt to put less pressure on your poor, aching feet, you move slowly. Muttering soft exclamations of “excuse me.”, “pardon me.” Gritting your teeth whenever hushed whispers followed your wake.

“Leaving the party this early? Who did they think they are?”

“How rude.”

Mere gossip, you told yourself. Pay no heed.

Keep walking, hold your head up. Don’t listen to the words, even though they sting. A thousand wasps, pressing deep into your skin. Every sentence burning their way into your back, branding you.

Your image will certainly take a hit after this event.

Elbowing your way through, your hands finally reach the doors. You’ve never felt more happy to touch a doorknob. A single twist, and you slide out of the ballroom. A few more steps, and you’ve hobbled out of the mansion.

The cool air of the night greeted you. Wafting over your cheeks, a soft caress. Taking in a deep breath, you almost collapse with relief. Feeling the air slip down your lungs, refreshing the depths of your soul.

Leaning against a pillar, you catch your breath. Fingers slipping into the back of your shoes, you pry your feet loose. The soles of your feet press against the cold, hard floor, smoothing that throbbing ache in your ankles.

A much need respite. The pain mellowed out a tinge. Now, it was reduced to a dull throbbing, raw and red.

Lifting your head up, your gaze wandered. Looking for that familiar mane of brown, tumbling down his back. How you longed to run your hands through that lovable mane, tugging at those soft strands of chocolate brown.

Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight. Not surprising, especially from Leona. As soon as you two arrived, he trudged off into the gardens, mumbling something about not being fond of crowds.

A great big grumpy kitty cat. You stifle a laugh, before setting foot on the grass. Blades of leaves crinkle before your touch, drops of dew slipping into your toes. The smell of freshly mowed grass wafting from below, you start walking towards the gardens.

You come across a water fountain, shrouded in the shadows. Half of it was engulfed in vines of ivy, its green tendrils creeping across the edges. A trickle of water, spilling out from its basin. In the faint moonlight, you could make out the golden shimmer of coins.

A wishing well. How romantic.

You opt to take a seat here, massaging your tired legs. Rather ironic, how you’re the one running after Leona.

Come to think of it, this was the way you two have always been. The Master chasing after their butler, not the other way around. He’s always been an independent butler, for better or for worse. That haughty manner wasn’t exactly ideal for a servant.

Yet you kept him around. Old feelings die hard. Leona’s been nothing but loyal. Despite the way he seemed to bat you around like a cat’s toy, you trust him.

Odd, isn’t it?

A rustle of leaves has you whipping behind, shoe in hand. Raised up, ready to hurl those accursed shoes at whoever dared to approach.

A pair of gloves hands, held up in surrender. Black leather gloves that only covered half of his palm. Half lidded emerald eyes regarded you lazily, a lion’s tail swishing behind him.

You drop the shoes, shoulders relaxing.

“Leona.”

Your butler grunts in response, before he takes a seat next to you. His tail dips into the fountain, before flicking up with a sharp motion. Water droplets pelt your face, sparkling like diamonds.

A chuckle, deep as dark velvet wine.

“Thought you’ll play royalty in that stuffy room a little more. You robbed me of a good nap, Master.”

He gives you a once over, before his gaze stopped at your feet. You didn’t realise how bad it was, until then. Your ankles rubbed until it was a raw, startling red.

Clicking his tongue, Leona slides off the fountain, dropping to his knees. His hands reach for your feet, fingers wrapping around your ankle. Gently, he pushes and prods, rubbing comforting circles into your feet.

“You shouldn’t have worn those shoes. Bet you limped all the way here, like some injured deer.”

Averting his eyes, you mumble something about wanting to impress. That earns you another click of the tongue, Leona switching over to your other foot.

“What’s the point of sucking up to them? You’re worth more then all of those prissy upstarts in that room.”

That gets a laugh out of you. Leona shoots you a smug grin, before he brushes his lap, before pushing himself back onto his feet.

You attempt to do the same, hands flat against the marble of the fountain. Gathering all your strength within your arms, propping yourself upright. However, your legs had other plans. Your knees buckle, giving out from underneath you.

Landing onto the grass with a thump, your cheeks grow boiling hot. A chuckle, before Leona squats down next to you. Stretching out his arms, his hands find the small of your back, and the back of your knees. Lifting you up, he cradles you close to his chest. Close enough to feel his heartbeat, thumping through his chest.

One beat, two beat. You listen to that steady rhythm, until your heartbeat melts into his.

Your two hearts beating as one.

Leona leans in, his lips pressing against your forehead.

“Come on.

Let’s go home, Master.”

[gigglz]

Sneaky

Ler!Hobie

Lee!Miles

(Strictly PLATONIC!! This is a tickle fic.)

Quick, short fic. I LOVE THEM AAAAH

Miles was told he had to train his stealth a bit, kindly saying he wasn't good at it… at all.

His goal according to Peter B. Parker was to successfully scare at least 5 people. Gwen, Pavitr, Peter B. Parker himself, which would be harder considering he was the one giving him the task, Hobie and Jessica. Miles had already scared 3. Gwen, Pavitr, and Jessica. Even for only 3 people it took around 7 tries, since they were all spiderpeople.

He thought for a second. “Hmm. Maybe i should go for Peter next, but then again that would take the longest. I should probably go for the one that doesn’t know what im doing. Hobie. Yeah! Easy enough.”

He spent a good half an hour trying to find him. Turns out he was in some sort of lab… stealing? Of course.

He crawled on the ceiling, invisible of course. Being extra careful to not make a sound.

Hobie was looking around the lab for random parts he could easily fit in his pockets, humming some tune.

Miles was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“How long ya gonna wait for?” Hobie suddenly spoke, startling Miles.

Miles wasn’t sure he was talking to him, so he stayed quiet.

“Aye, Miles. Im talking to ya.” Hobie chuckled and looked up, straight at Miles.

“Aw, man…” Miles let out a sigh and jumped down. “How did you know i was there?”

Hobie looked at him. “I knew the moment you arrived, you’re not very good at being sneaky ya know.”

Miles let out a groan. “Yeah…“

“Aye cheer up, bruv. No need to be down in the dumps about it.” Hobie smiled.

Miles looked at him confused “what?”

“Anyways what’re ya trying to do?” Hobie asked while putting something in his pocket again.

“Oh its just- wait, no. Im not gonna tell you.” Miles almost slipped up, it would be so much harder to do if Hobie knew.

“Awe c’mon tell me.” Hobie tapped his shoulder with his fist playfully. “Is it top secret?” He joked.

“Yes, yes it is!” Miles exclaimed.

“Well now i want to know even more, c’mon Miles, were mates! You can tell me.” Hobie leaned against a table, now very eager to know.

“No, no. Not telling you, sorry!” Miles turned to walk away, cause he knew he was eventually gonna tell him if he stayed.

“So ya wanna play like that, do ya? Alright.” Hobie shrugged getting up from the table, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“What does that mean?” Miles stopped, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Oh nothin’… unless you wanna tell me?” Hobie grinned.

“Wha- no. No way, forget it!” Miles waved his hands at him.

“Alright, alright. Go then. Didn’t wanna know anyway.” Hobie turned away, walking back to the table.

Miles sighed, “thank god.” He started walking to the door, he was gonna try again a bit later.

But before he could leave Hobie spoke up, somehow right behind him. “This is how ya sneak up on people.”

Suddenly Miles felt two hands on his sides. “waitwaitWAIT HOBIE- ACK!” Hobie started wiggling his fingers into the younger boys sides.

“Ya wanna tell me now?” Hobie laughed mischievously.

“nohoho AHAH HOBIEHEHE!” Miles yelped as Hobie switched to tickling his ribs. His legs buckled and he fell to the floor, Hobie catching him.

“Woah, mate. Ticklish much?” Hobie put him on the floor, and switched to his sides again to prevent Miles from getting used to the feeling. “Y’know I can keep this up for as long as i need.” Hobie teased.

“Ehehehe Hobihie nahahAHAH” Miles squirmed, weakly trying to fight him back. “STAHAHAP NAHAHAAA”

“So ya wanna tell me yet? Or do i need to keep going?” Hobie chuckled with miles.

“ihim nohohot telling yohoHOU NOHOO” Miles threw his head back and kicked his feet.

“Well if you insist, I’m having fun so i dont plan on stopping any time soon. Hey, yer hips ticklish?” Hobie didnt wait for an asnwer and went for his hips.

Miles SCREAMED. “NAHAA OHO MAHAHAI GAHAHAD HOBIHIE NOHOOH AGHAHA” Miles bucked and shook his head frantically. Trying to pry Hobies hands off of his hips.

“I guess they are, dont try to fight me, only way ill stop is if you tell me!” He pressed his hands into Miles’ hips a little stronger, laughing with him.

“OHOKAY OKAHAHAY JUST STOHOHAHAHA-“ Miles could barely speak, it tickled so bad.

As promised Hobie stopped as soon as Miles told him to. “Alright, spill it. Unless you want to go for round 2? I wouldn’t mind.” He smirked.

“im good, ihim gohohood.” Miles was still giggling.

“So?” Hobie looked at him intrigued.

“Ihits just some stupid task Peter gave me, apparently im not stealthy enough. So i have to scare 5 people, you were one of them.” Miles held his sides, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“Ohoh! So thats what it is! I have to agree with Parker here.” He chuckled.

Miles groaned, he knew Hobie was right.

“Better luck next time, bruv! Just watch your back. Maybe ill be the one sneaking up on you, aye?” He teased Miles as he helped him up to his feet.

Miles chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“Alright, alright. I will.” Miles said as he wiped his shoulder to get a little dust off of it.

“I suggest catching them in an environment where its not so silent, like here.” Hobie pointed around the lab.

“Ah, yeah. You're right.” Miles chuckled.

“Alright go, get Peter first, then come back to me. Always stay alert.” Hobie wiggled his fingers at Miles, chuckling.

Miles cringed a little, shook his head and turned to leave, yeah, no he definitely was gonna go for Peter next.

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

Chapter 7

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter seven

"Let's go out my window, they won't hear us." Lyra opened her room window that led to the roof and crawled out. Toby followed behind, slipping down the roof a little but eventually they were both able to jump off safely landing on the grass below.

The two siblings started to sprint down the sidewalk, slowly merging to the side of the road. Toby would pass Lyra immediately but the two would both slow down to a steady pace. Toby would fall behind shortly. "Where are we even going?!" Toby would yell, running behind his sister, her ponytail blowing behind her as she kept running, in the lead. Toby was getting out of breath but stayed competitive. "To the abandoned school! It's cool! I wanna show you."

The two kept running, shoes echoing off the old cracked sidewalk that has seen better days. The road was dead and it seemed no one was out at the time. The cold weather pinched at their faces, making their noses red and their faces a little pink.

About midway Toby stopped to catch his breath, bending down to hold his knees, huffing. Lyra stopped, no longer hearing him running.

Toby turned to see the woods, getting a very familiar feeling. He stayed huffing, holding his stomach tightly, he saw a figure…tall as the trees just facing him. It was all black, but definitely unnerving. This time though he felt like he was in danger…not that usual friendly feeling he got from the creature.

His eyes were locked on.

"Toby?" The girl called out. Toby snapped from his daze and looked at her. She was about 15 feet away. "You okay?" Lyra yelled out.

Toby nodded and went back to jogging, passing her who started after him.

He looked back a couple of times.

Lyra wondered why he suddenly went quiet

The two made it to the old school, both huffing to catch their breaths, especially Toby. "Wow, they painted it more since the last time I came here." Lyra hummed out, waking further inside. There was a hole just big enough for them to fit through the boarded door. Graffiti lined the walls on every corner. Almost no negative space was left. "Here!" She tossed Toby a can of spray paint. "Huh? Where did you ge-get this?" he asked, shaking it a little.

"It was laying in the corner over there, some dumb-nuts left'em." She shook her own can and tested it out on the walls. "A gift for us then huh?"

Toby laughed a little, joining her to mark up the walls. She wrote words while he painted his lil symbols, and stick people. That figure didn't leave his mind either. He started to spray paint the tall man, getting the proportions as correctly as he could. He was so concentrated that he didn't notice the girl looming behind him in confused awe. "Who is that, Toby?"

Toby turned quickly and sighed a little. "..A…a friend."

She tilted her head, concerned but played along. She was always worried about her brother. The kid was pretty slow and unique but she loved him anyway. That was one of the traits that made him so lovable. "Oh ahah, a friend? Well tell him I like his tie." She referred to the red tie that Toby painted on. The figure was in a suit.

The wind picked up suddenly. The two had been there for a while, and the sun was starting to set.

The brunette and the blonde girl were sitting against the wall playing with an old toy top they found on the ground. Toby was spinning it, trying to beat Lyra's high score of 30 seconds of pure spinning. His highest was 6..

"Hey, go see if you can find any other little things, I bet I can find one faster than you." Lyra always wanted to play a game out of something. She was a very competitive person. Toby got up quickly. "we'll see then!" He called out.

Toby ran down the hall of the old school, leaving the section they were in and entered a whole new one. His shoes echoed down the halls.

Toby really stopped to take a look at all of the halls. They were all painted on and just destroyed. People wrote satanic symbols, numbers. Some were confession letters and secrets.

'I wonder who Doug is.'  Toby thought to himself as he stood in front of a giant wall that had 'I really hate Doug' spray painted on it.

Toby finally caught the eye of a pile of boxes and bags. Bingo! "There has to be something in here!" He thought out loud as he ran over and started to dig through. There were a bunch of burned up books and papers. Toby dug deeper and eventually felt metal against his gloved hand. He pulled it out, a lighter?

He flicked it on and the flame bursted up, lighting his eyes and half of the semi-dark room up. "woaahh.."

"HEY!" A man's voice yelled out.

"What are you doing with my stuff you little twat!"

Toby looked behind him quickly and immediately scurried out of the room, taking the lighter with him.

The older boy chased him, grabbing at the boy's arm and successfully pulled Toby back violently.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Toby screamed out, kicking the other male in the shin, slipping away again and running as fast as he could.

He ran into his sister, nearly knocking them down. She huffed out and held him. Toby was practically hugging her. Lyra was in shock but saw the other guy approaching them fast. "Don't hurt my brother you asshole!" She yelled out, baring her teeth angrily.

"Oh, you're a cute one aren't ya~" The older boy cooed out.

Lyra groaned in an annoyed way and sprayed the guy in the face with spray paint. He screamed and grabbed his face, it getting into his eyes. Lyra took her brother's arm and started to run.

Toby had shoved the lighter into his pocket in the process. "Haha bozo!" Toby laughed out, being tugged away once more around the corner.

Despite that encounter, that was the most fun the two have had in a while.

After the two got home and got showers, they stayed up most of the night in Lyra's room, either reading funny stories from a book of jokes, or making a fort out of all of her blankets. It was the weekend so they didn't have to worry about school or work. Toby fell asleep on the floor in the pile of pillows and blankets. That day was really eventful. The tall man even paid him a visit in his sleep.

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What kind of powers do vampires have in Paperteath? Or is that too spoilery? Also I just discovered Paperteath and I'm absolutly loving it. It's quickly become one of my favorite webtoons (up there with The Last Dimension and Nevermore). I've reread it at least 3 times so far.

hii!! thank you so much omg im rly glad you like paperteeth- ive been feeling a little insecure abt it lately ahah.

ive made a few posts about this but i cant find them without scrollimg back like 50 pages on my blog & i dont wanna do that 🤧 so ill make a new one and actually tag it this time

so for default powers they dont have that many other than regenerating, nothing can kill them aside from beheading, fire & a wooden stake to the heart, so everything else just heals, like if you chop their arm off or shoot them in the head itll be fine again fairly quickly. as long as its none of those three things (the sun sets them on fire so im counting it as fire but i guess also the sun) (but if u dunk them in water fast enough theyll be okay) theyll recover.

but the way these vampires work is that they kinda evolve/adapt over time to their surroundings! if a vampire is starving consistently over a long period of time theyll get features that make catching and eating people easier like claws more teeth etc- & these traits can be passed down to vampires turned by those vampires so some vampires are a little different than others. some of these things are now present in the majority of vampires like hibernating in winter. when ye olden vampires got too cold (they have no body heat they can only get warmth from other warm stuff. like. human blood. idk.) and froze over in winter one too many times theyll have just started hibernating- (but vampires in places with no cold season rnt affected by that ofc & now that a lot of vampires have heating the sleepiness in winter is just inconvenient. u try take a 10 min nap and wake up months later)

so cool stuff like turning into a bat is usually exclusive to really really old vampires . like. draculas. plural.

so yeah they mostly just have weaknesses which makes up for the very hard to kill thing. theyre scared of garlic. crucifixes & silver burns & they get stuck in a coffin if a rose is on their door. (vampires who were buried in the week between dying and coming back often want to sleep in a coffin but if they werent it doesnt apply)

I could go on for 50 years abt how they work so i will stop!!!