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ns-imagines · 9 months

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Nikto Character Introduction

If you find yourself drooling over possessive and obsessive!Ghost or König lemme introduce you to Nikto…

SFW [ all cannon information ]

Word Count: TBA its a lot

Warnings: Disorder mention; Torture mention; dissociative disorder mentioned;

A/N: Lemme talk to you for a moment…

My new masked crush. Heart and coochie go brrrrrrrrrrrrr

Post has not been checked for grammar corrections / Not requested :D

Cannon Information:

Nikto (Neeek-toe) is a Operator in Spetsnaz for the Allegiance faction which is within the KorTac Organization. Basically hes a contractor for the contractors. Its cannon that he has facial scarring which is why he wears a mask. Not a turn off for me ah ha ha

So he isn’t necessarily a good guy like the 141 guys (even though now they’re considered war criminals I suppose) but he’s also not a bad guy. In summary, man does what he gets hired to do.

Anyways, after going AWOL in October 2022 from the Russian contracting military group he resurfaced in June 2023 (also the introduction of his character in the game). He resurfaced being the leader of a military group which was overtaking the Dutch city of Vondel.

On the Official Wiki he is only given two paragraphs of biography. You can read it here -> https://callofduty.fandom.com/wiki/Nikto

Also mentioned on the page [ for the COD Mobile universe ] is that theres cannon beef between Ghost and Nikto!! Yes, you heard me right. So on the wiki it is mentioned that Nikto was working for a guy named Templar. Whom is betrayed and killed by Ghost. Then when Ghost went after everyone else in the helicopter he shot Nikto. It was thought that Nikto died from the shot but he didnt….

Nikto reappears when he takes a group of people hostage and records a video explaining that the world has failed them and has left people like (Nikto) to beg and then fight over the scraps. Price (yes Price) tries to convince Nikto to let the hostages go and to basically chill out but Nikto wins by blowing up the building. With the hostages inside.

Okay maybe he has beef with all of 141… and is kinda a bad guy I can change him

SO then time passes and Nikto reappears again seeking a gun deal with a dude named Gunzo. Gunzo asks Nikto “why a man wanted on every continent, doesnt have guns” this pisses Nikto off. Nikto replies with “i dont need guns” then proceeds to buy the guns from Gunzo. Then Nikto gasses the fuck out of Gunzo and his men with Nova Gas. Nikto explains to Gunzo that the world is failing blah blah. He then goes on to brag about how he doesnt need a gas mask to breath like everyone else because hes that edgy and then he just executes Gunzo. We can fix him

Nikto disappears again only to reappear flying a F-85B Bullshark and leading a military riot. He then orders a attack on Prices convoy (video below) and basically down their helicopter. In the video below you can see small arms fire, an RPG, and then a finishing shot. Which was shot by Nikto’s aircraft. Okay maybe he is bad, we can fix him ?

Which you can watch here -> https://youtu.be/dDaCTCu82t0

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In game bio from MW, CODM, and MW2

It is referenced in his bio MW and CODM that he has acute dissociative disorder. Which according to WebMD

“Dissociative disorders involve problems with memory, identity, emotion, perception, behavior and sense of self. Dissociative symptoms can potentially disrupt every area of mental functioning. Dissociation is a disconnection between a person’s thoughts, memories, feelings, actions or sense of who he or she is.”

Which is explained to be from when he was tortured by Mr. Z. That event is also where he got his facial scarring from. Although he is Russian; in current MW2 timeline his nationality and language is [ REDACTED ]. I was looking around on the internet for why and Reddit believes its due to current world current events/tension. Rewording to: we can accept and love him. I dont think we can fix him.

I don’t expect this post to get a lot of attention but for those who like it my requests are fully open ❤️

i will definitely be posting more Nikto content and what I think Nikto looks like and how he acts.

Thank you for reading! -Kiv

#cod nikto #nikto x reader #call of duty x reader #character introduction #ghost x reader #konig x reader #simon ghost riley #konig mw2

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teyamsatan · 11 months

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𝔏𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, ��𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫' 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔧𝔬𝔟

dilf!jake x f!reader

wc: 2.5k words

warnings: 18+ minors DNI (I MEAN IT), pwp, smut (praise kink through the fucking roof, bondage, p in v, fingering, oral - f and m receiving, age gap, dacryphilia, daddy kink, choking, pet names, overstimulation, semi-public sex, spanking, anal play, toy use, slight degradation kink, multiple orgasms, cockwarming), mentions of blood/spit, strong language, this list is endless wtf

a/n: once more it is clear that i ain't seeing the pearly white gates of heaven anytime soon, but outside of that, i dedicate this fic to lys' coochie

also pls do yourself a favour and listen to russ - nasty while u read this ok enjoy xo

I know everyone wants a pretty girl like you You look so good when you put me inside you Listen, there ain't nothin' like that moan when the tip's in Good God, look at you, you're doin' such a good job

"you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, right?"

you have to admit to yourself that when you started being trained under the tutelage of the toruk makto, the mighty olo'eyktan of the omaticaya, this isn't at all how you envisioned it going - but at this exact moment, limbs spread widely and tied up to the pillars of his tent, a blindfold covering your eyes and heightening all your other senses, his raspy, soft voice filling your ears while his hands are massaging the plush skin of your inner thighs, you can't find it in you to care.

"i need words, baby girl."

"y-yes, daddy. i'll be g-good, i promise."

"that's my girl."

"you look so good like this, kid. so, so good."

his hands trail gently over your body in barely-there touches, that set every inch of your body on fire, alight with anticipation and ache, desperate for more, needy for the pleasure you knew he was going to provide. it doesn't matter how many times you've found yourself like this, sprawled naked in his tent, contorted in whatever position he deemed appropriate at any one time, it would always be as intense as the first time - he wouldn't have it any other way.

when he reaches your breasts, his hand stalls, capturing a nub in between his thumb and index, no longer just a fluttering whisper of a caress but a pressured twisted unwieldy grip that makes a moan escape your parted lips and you hear his low chuckle, the most beautiful sound you've ever heard, second only to the uninhibited groan that he he can't help but exhale whenever you milk his cock dry.

"you have the prettiest tits i've ever seen, baby. perfect, just like the rest of you."

you feel the tingling in your extremities from the way the ropes tug at your wrists and ankles, but it's nothing compared to the throbbing in your core as his hand finds your throat and squeezes, as you feel the air getting knocked out of you, as the darkness no longer just envelopes your sight but the whole of you, as his cock, hard and unclothed, teases your entrance with a uncontrolled twitch, and the feel of it makes you squirm, pulling on your restraints in order to bring your legs together, to no avail.

Jake lets go of your neck with a dissatisfied tsk. You gasp when his canines sink into your lower lips and bite until it hurts and you feel the rusty taste of blood inundating your mouth. His tongue swipes the excess fluid before he kisses you, roughly and carelessly and you love it, love the feel of his mouth on yours, of his hands on your throat, love nothing more than being just daddy's little girl.

"if you want to get fucked tonight, kid, you have to be good, remember?"

"but d-daddy... i need you... i need to s-see you, i n-need your...cock, please, daddy!"

you couldn't help the way your voice was breaking and words stuttered as his unrelenting teasing made the throbbing sensations and ache to be filled reach torturous heights, or the way tears pricked painfully at your eyes as you couldn't stand not seeing him, not being able to tell what he'll do next, not being able to move your thighs to ease some of the discomfort.

"shh, princess... you have to trust daddy, mm? you know daddy will take care of his little girl."

you're sure the mewl you let out as he slips two fingers in your dripping cunt would be heard in the whole village and you knew he loved it - he loved when you screamed, and yelled, loved when you had to walk through the forest marked and bruised for everyone to see, loved when his cum was dripping down your thighs and how your scent was forever permeated by his own, so nobody could ever question who you belonged to.

his fingers were skilled and deliberate as they moved inside of you, curling on a spongy part that made you shut your eyes tightly and allow the tears to finally fall down your contorted face, his thumb drawing shapes on your clit, that was now red and swollen, desperate for more pressure.

"more, daddy, i need more!" the sobs stir something inside Jake, balls heavy and itching to spill their load inside you, but not yet. you weren't ready yet.

"why're you crying, kid? you need to be stuffed with daddy's cock so badly?"

asking questions he already knew the answers to seemed pointless and unnecessary, but he needed to hear you say it, or moan it, or mumble it - needed to see you, crying and helpless, just a little doll who needs someone to show you what you deserve, what you can take. you'd be wasted on a scrub your own age, who would never know how to handle you, who would never know what to do with you. you needed a man, and he was more than happy to fill that role for you, and... anything else that needed it.

the reality is better than any fantasy his mind could have concocted as you nod aggressively, breasts bouncing as you pull once more on the harness that's starting to hurt your wrists just enough that to walk the line between pleasure and pain.

"soon, baby. you're not ready for it yet. need to stretch this little pussy before you can take me, you know this."

his pace increases as his long digits slip in and out of you, as his lips find your clit and suck on it, as his tongue laps at the juices that you couldn't help coat his face and fingers with, and you feel every ounce of power and self slip away from your grasp, slowly but surely becoming just a tangled mess of feeling, chaotic and overpowering, no thoughts outside of how much you wanted this, how much you needed him, how much this man had a tight hold on every facet of your being and you happily gave it up, knowing there's no better feeling then being wholly owned.

"that's it, come for daddy."

it pushes you over the edge, the purr of his voice and the vibrations they release on your folds, and you come, loudly and uninhibitedly, shaking as your orgasm washes over you in intense waves of pleasure that go on and on, as his tongue and fingers stretch you, until you're so overstimulated you find your tears once more, your screams dwindling into whines you couldn't help release.

"i know, princess. doing so well for me. doing so well for daddy."

"open your mouth."

as always, when it came to jake sully, you obeyed without question. his fingers find their way down your throat and you immediately close your lips around them, swirling your tongue around and in between them, sucking them dry the way you would his cock, that you couldn't wait choke on later tonight. you loved the taste of your own cum on him, and so you cleaned his fingers thoroughly before he pulled them out and wrapped them around the blindfold that was covering your eyes.

"such a good girl. now i want you to watch as daddy fills you with his cock."

it felt sometimes you spent more times like this than not, overwhelmingly full, shaking in earth-shattering pleasure, this time on all fours, this time with a human contraption you have never imagined would ever exist, but not only it did, it was stuffed in you to the brim, sending waves of vibrations throughout your entire body, while jake watched intently, circling you so he can see you come undone from every angle.

"you like that, huh? 'course you do, kid. my baby's just a little slut, just wants her holes filled, don't you?"

you couldn't find it in you to answer, not when the little machine shook you to the core, not when you couldn't decide what was taking precedence in your mind: the sensations that were so powerful they were making patches appear in your vision, the sight of Jake's hands tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping himself vigorously while he watched you fall apart in front of him, or the worries that someone will definitely see and hear you, be it as you were, just barely covered by shrubbery, in a place that Na'vi frequented way too often - almost in view, just how he liked it.

"answer me, princess."

you nod quietly, trying to stifle the moans as his palm makes contact with the plush of your ass, the slap loud enough to attract attention if anybody were to be close, and your orgasm comes sharply into focus, so close you can taste it, and you knew that when it came, it would be enough to bring you to your knees, something he seems to have accounted for. when he increases the intensity with the little remote he had in between his fingers, you lower yourself until your face makes contact with your extended arm. before you know it, you bite down on the skin as hard as you can, canines drawing blood at the way you were trying to be quiet - anything to minimise the chance of being caught. it all becomes too much to handle when he spreads your ass and spits on it, lubricating you enough to push two fingers in your tight hole, and you cry out a muffled cry when you come, convulsing as you ride out your high, as you squirt all over the vibrator, gushes of liquid dripping down your thighs.

he pulls out of you and circles you once more, until he's facing you, and you can barely see straight, crying from being overstimulated, unable to distinguish pain from pleasure, as the toy still moves inside of your abused cunt, unrelenting and too intense.

his hand wraps around your hair, tugging on it til the bite marks were all that was left of your mouth on your forearm, and you look at him through your eyelashes, trying not to get distracted by how his cock was slapping on your cheek.

"sweet girl, if you want something to keep you from making sounds, i have something so much better than an arm. now, be a good girl and let daddy fuck this pretty mouth, how's that sound?"

you smile a sheepish smile, cunt clenching around the vibrator once more, as jake strokes his thick cock, the sweet precum falling over your lips and chin, and you don't waste a drop, swiping your tongue over your lower lip to catch all of it, moaning at the taste.

"open y'r mouth for me, kid."

jake is gentle as he slowly enters you, letting you adjust to his thick girth that presses on the roof of your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his length, loving the feel of every vein and memorising every curve and indentation as he slides further in, gagging as his tip tickles the back of your throat. saliva coats his cock and spills down his balls, and you want to protest slightly, when it feels like you can't breathe anymore, when the tears push past your glossy eyes and down your cheeks, until his words remind you who's in charge, and that, while he is, obeying means pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

"relax, baby girl." his thumb traces your under eye, gathering the salty drops before they can stain your perfect face. "relax for daddy. breathe through your nose. there you go, princess. just like that."

you mewl, able to fit even more of him in you, and the sound reverberates through his length and you watch as he pushes his head back, a thin layer of sweat barely visible on his beautiful face, scarred from years of fights and battle, some of which happened when you were just a baby, an ever-present reminder of the differences between you, that you not only didn't mind, but were what drew you to him in the first place. jake is strong, and capable. he is mighty and revered. he knows you, knows what you want, what you need. he knows your mind needs quieting, and to be devoid of thoughts and worries, and while you were in his presence, he was more than happy to empty that pretty little head of yours and fill your body with his cum instead.

"f-fuck, that's right. good girl. taking daddy's cock so well, mm? my best girl."

his hand finds the top of your head as he pets you, soft caresses enough to spur you on, and you suck on his length enthusiastically, focusing on the tip whenever he pulls out before thrusting himself back in, using your mouth like a toy to get himself off. the groans he makes are low and unrestrained and it sends bouts of electricity throughout your whole body. you did this to him. you were bringing this great man to the edge of his self-control, and that thought alone was enough to heighten all the sensations given by the machine still vibrating in your soaked cunt and his cock stuffed down your throat, and when you come again, he does, too, and you make sure to swallow everything he gives you, watching as he pulls out, still stroking himself so some of his warm, sticky cum paints your face, just the way he likes it.

"you look so pretty like this, kid. red eyes, rosy cheeks, swollen lips, face covered in my cum. perfect for me, aren't you? daddy's little slut."

nights, when jake slips into your tent after everyone's asleep, are filled with slower, gentler, quiet times, where his big body cages you in, his arms draped across your sides, his large hands caressing your breasts and abdomen, and you feel safe in him, in his comforting presence and his sensual, praising words. you go to sleep with his cock deep in you, the way you wish to spend every minute of your every day. you can't help the way you stir in your sleep, desire building up in you from the feel of his length dragging along your walls as you move, from how his breath fans across the nape of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. you let out a soft mewl as you start grinding on him, unsure whether you want him to wake up or not, unable to come to a decision before his hoarse voice startles you.

"you're gonna kill an old man like me, kid. fucked you dumb 'til you passed out and you still need more?"

his fingers dig into your hips, pushing you back on his length until he bottoms out in you, and you yelp, the sensation overwhelming.

"go ahead, then. daddy wants to see you fuck yourself on his cock."

you smile and oblige. no matter how life would ever change for you, you knew you'd be alright, because he would always be here to take care of you and you'd always be daddy's little girl.

happy daddy jake's day and i hope you enjoyed my little present, besties 🫶🏻

taglist: @headsincloud9 @teyamsbitch @lanasblood @yagirlheree @fanboyluvr @jakexneytiri (you didn't ask to be tagged dani bb but this is for torturing me yesterday)

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lovers-rck · 7 months

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Please will you write something where the reader is Jeff’s twin sister and it’s the scene where Hazel is blowing up Jeff’s car but it’s actually the readers car and she runs out the house after hazel and hazels just so flustered

this was so fun to write 😭 thank you and hope you like it <3

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In between the fire and the flames, you appear.

"What the fuck?" you said, with an avocado mask and in a bathrobe

Hazel, PJ, Josie, Brittany, Sylvie, Annie and Isabel were infront of you, all the girls in black clothes and a ski mask. Isabel was wearing hot pink heels.

"Why is my car on fire?" you exclaimed, ashes flying everywhere

"Your car?" PJ said, a confused look in her face

You nodded with annoyance, looking back between your now on fire car and the girls.

"This isn't Jeff's car?" Hazel said, her hands holding red and green wire and red cheeks

"Jeff car is that one!"

All the girls look where your finger pointed to see the exact same car beside where your was, but with the exception that this one had a glittery sticker of Jeff's name on the window in bright blue.

"Ohh..." you heard the girls saying, looking awkwardly at your destroyed car.

"Well... Have a good night!" PJ said and ran to the van, all the girls following her in a hurry pace.

Hazel was in front of you, proudly looking at the fire.

"How did you set on fire my car?"

She smiled at herself and shrugged "It's pretty easy actually" she explained to you "You have to make a small bomb, in order to do that you need a..."

"A bomb?"

"A small bomb" she corrected you "There's a difference"

"Did you know that terrorism is ilegal?" Hazel rolled her eyes

"Why does everyone tells me the same thing? Im not a terrorist!" she shouted to the sky "I just like to do small bombs!"

You and Hazel stand together, looking at the leftover of what once upon a time was your car. Hazel looking at you out of the corner of his eye and you pretending not to notice.

"You are gonna have to pay for that" you said, looking at the flames.

"I know" Hazel murmured "Or i can teach you how to do small bombs instead" she said, a smirk planted on her face.

Car brakes sounded as the two of you turned around, watching from afar as the van drove off.

"What the fuck!" Hazel exclaimed "They left me!"

"Go Hazel!" you heard PJ scream, her whole body out of the car through the window "Get some coochie!"

#hazel callahan #bottoms movie #one shot #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 #ruby cruz #save willow #willow 2022

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princessbrunette · 13 days

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JJ calling reader pooch in bed ouuuuu my brain is working…synapses are firing….frontal lobe developing….

ooooo my coochie just breakdanced ……. i love this. “aw, c’mon pooch… all that yappin’ in my ear earlier n’ now you can’t even tell me what you want. m’all ears, baby.” mm

#anon #jj maybank prompt #puppy!reader

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Yandere Gabe nsfw 😳💕

A/N: I don't smoke cigarettes but I feel like I needed one after writing this lmao hope you enjoy!! NOT EDITED

TW'S: YANDERE,SMUT, READER HAS A COOCHIE, ORAL(F RECEIVING), DADDY KINK, BREEDING KINK(WRAP UR WILLYS IRL) CURSING

You don't remember exactly how you'd ended up with your legs spread as wide as they could go, but there you were panting like an animal in heat because the man between your thighs didn't know when to quit.

You think you'd made some off handed comment about being stressed? It was hard to remember with your pussy being devoured the way it was.

Your mind began to fuzz over with the insane amount of pleasure you were experiencing, he ate you like a beast, sloppy and messy and almost mean. You'd cum twice already just on his mouth and he gave no signs of slowing down. Incoherent whines of his name pulled a shiver inducing chuckle from him.

"I know baby," he spoke between licks, "-you're doing so good f'me." He had you on the edge of the bed, knees over his shoulders, he used his grip on your ass to pull you even deeper against his hot tongue. "Mmm, my girl tastes so fuckin' good- I don't know if I can stop." He sighed happily against your soaked core, your arousal dripped a mess down his chin but he hardly noticed, far to focused on pulling another wail of his name from your swollen lips, the still functioning part of your brain wondered who was enjoying this more, but the tell-tale sign of your end approaching quickly shut that part down, all you could do was brace yourself against his Egyptian cotton sheets and cry out for him, the rollercoaster of pressure caused tears to bead at your lower lash line, your fingers went from nearly tearing holes in the sheets to aimlessly pulling at his blue strands in an attempt to run from the feeling, yet you also grinded that much harder, like your body didn't know what sensation to listen to, he made the choice for you, licking a firm line from your twitching hole up to your bud, wrapping his plush lips around your clit, he made sure to look you in the eye before he sucked so hard your vision went black.

The intensity had you letting out the sweetest mewl He'd ever heard, your thighs shaking as he worked you through it, "There we go- c'mom sweetie gimmie' one more." His wicked smile gleamed down at your spent form, a thick finger gently teased your messy cunt until he curled it upward, the motion only extending the orgasm.

He coo'd up at your panting form, loving how fucked out you looked just from some foreplay, he stood to lean over you and kiss what little breath you had away, moaning into your mouth as he felt you gently massage his tongue with your own, tasting yourself, the sight making his cock jump. He pulled away, kneeling before you in all in glory and trailed a hand down his statuesque body, you eyed him with just as much hunger as his own gaze.

"You still want me to fuck you baby? Think you can take it?" He asked almost cocky, head tilted to the side as he watched the fire return to your eye. "I know I can take it-" the words died on your tongue as he moved his hand to hold his dickprint through the low hanging gray sweats he had on, even through the fabric you could see he was big, thick too, precum had left a dark stain where you assumed the tip was. Swallowing dryly you nodded, the nervous buzz at his size was far outweighed by your excitement.

You moved to sit on your knees, since he was standing this put you at eye level with the monster he was working with. Your nails danced up his body leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, he shuddered at the sensation, a whine nearly left his throat when you began playing with his happy trail. "Shit- you're gonna make me bust without touching it." He laughed out taking your hands in his much larger ones.

"I gotta to fuck you princess." He smiled down as you began to paw at his remaining clothes. "Then do it." You finally managed to speak again, pressing a few kisses up his happy trail until you met his lips. He nearly fell from how fast he took off his pants, the two of you shared an mix of kisses and giggles as he laid you down.

Butterflies danced wildly in your tummy as he hovered above you placing his lips on every inch of skin he could, he leaned over on both hands, his chain tickled you as he moved to sit on his knees. "Tell me if it's too much okay baby girl?" He waited until your nod to take his hand and grab his twitching dick, he slid the hot tip against your folds, teasingly tapping it against your clit just to see you twitch. After making sure he was good and lubed up, he began to gently but firmly push his way inside.

The hiss he made as he inched his way in had you soaking the sheets even more, his eyes fluttered closed as the head slowly popped in. "Oh my fucking-oh fuck okay- shit gimme a sec- god damn I almost came." He laughed breathlessly before it turned into a long moan, he couldn't help but rock his hips, small circles had him going deeper and deeper with every thrust.

You'd taken to digging your nails into the muscle of his toned back as hard as you could in an effort not to wake the neighbor's. "You're so big- mmmh fuck oh, oh god." You whined out throwing your head into his neck at the burning stretch, it felt too fucking good, he was reaching places even you didn't know you were sensitive.

"Bite me." He huffed out, not asking but telling and you instantly complied, a good thing since he took the chance to pull nearly all the way out before slamming home. His groan was downright salacious, your wails muffled by his skin, you bit down so hard you'd leave a bruise but this only egged him on. He whined praises in your ear as he set an unforgiving pace, the loud, sloppy sounds were like a symphony to him. His grunts and growls barely drowned out by the lewd noises coming from your pretty pussy.

He chanted your name like a prayer as he bullied his cock into you, the vice like grip you had on him had his mind going blank, he couldn't get enough of that electrifying feeling he got as he continuously pounded into your sex. He suddenly sat up, using your hips as handles he began pulling you to meet his harsh thrusts.

He loved how you cried for him, how you begged, the pretty way your face twisted when he hit that particular spot. He knew then and there he'd never get enough of being so close to you. And that he'd be the only person to ever see this side of you again.

He trailed his hand up your soft stomach, fingers spread wide to firmly press against the bump in your lower tummy. "Feel me right here? This is where I belong." He didn't stop until he felt you gush around him, the breathy moans he let out had you twitching. He pulled out of you with a hiss, you whined at the lack of contact making him grin, "Don't worry baby- I just wanna try somethin' kay?" He pressed a sweet kiss to you cheek before sitting against the headboard and patting his muscular thighs.

"C'mon, i'ma get so deep like this watch." He sounded so giddy as he helped your shaking figure into his lap. You both watched in amazement as you sat down, both in awe at how such a big thing could disappear, you couldn't help but cry at the stretch, he wasn't joking you felt him in your throat, he began panting like a dog as you slowly rocked your core against his.

Big strong hands gripped at your hips so hard there was no doubt you'd have finger shaped bruises tomorrow but you'd wear them with pride. It took every ounce of self control not to immediately fuck up into you, he groaned out all sorts of curses in Spanish in an attempt to keep his cool, a task that seemed impossible with the sweet little whines and broken moans of his name coming from your mouth.

You tried to match his pace from before but the way he was blowing your back out left you with little energy. He'd coo at the visible frustration on your face, the way you tried to keep a steady pace but clearly got tired had him blushing, god he loved that expression on you, your eyes were lidded, your skin was hot, you looked as if you were meant to be there, bouncing on his cock in that hypnotic rhythm, one of your hands pressed against his abdomen to keep balance the other held the back of his neck in a vice, "Nnng-fuck, atta girl, keep going you can do it." He'd encourage through his choppy moans, the sinful grin he sported only spurred you on. He had to fight the primal urge to flip you on your stomach and just ruin you.

"Please baby- s'too much." You whined at the burn in your thighs, the gut punch that was his dick felt soo good but he loved making you work for it, you'd only been on top for a few minutes but already the need for pleasure outweighed anything else at the moment, you couldn't help but slow your bounce to grind, he was so deep it knocked the breath from you with every roll of your hips.

"You need some help baby? Better ask me right." His hands gently pushed you back until he slipped out of you completely, the sticky reddened tip slapping just under your bellybutton.

The sight sending a jolt up your back, how on earth was that just in you? The mess you two were making left a puddle beneath you both and the image made his eyes darken.

"Please Daddy? Y'feel too good." Your breathy pleading was met with a bruising kiss, his hot tongue slipping between your lips. "That's my girl." His pupils were blown out as he pressed his mouth against your chest in a sloppy trail of kisses.

He worked his way up to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, placing his lips there gently before sinking his teeth into the flesh, when he was satisfied with his mark he took your earlobe between his teeth enjoying the sweet whines it pulled from you.

That be all the warning you'd get before he'd flipped you on your tummy, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze with both hands, and waste no time plunging back inside your warmth.

He wouldn't hide his moans, guttural sounds coming from deep in his chest, the hand not gripping the fat of your ass would gently take your fingers in his own, he sucked dark marks into the nape of your neck, making sure to lick at you ear in the way that had your pussy gushing.

The pace he set was unrelenting, the constant knock from the headboard hitting the wall spurred him to pound into you even harder. He turned your sweaty face to the side, brushing the hair from you eye with a tender look, the sweet kiss would immediately turn hot as he sucked your tongue pulling away with a pop, the lewd expression he stared down at you with had you clenching around him. "You feel so fuckin' good-squeezing me so tight. Fuck, god damn it your gonna' make me lose my mind."

The room was thick with the heavy scent of sex, both of your moans bouncing around paired with the constant buzz of pleasure had that coil in your tummy tight, sweat drenched and panting, he smiled into the kiss he gave you. "You close Mi Amor? I can feel you twitchin' round me." He felt his breath pick up, groaning against your lips, "Mmh-fuck gonna let Daddy fill you baby? Gonna let me fuck you full?" Unable to speak you babbled out what you hoped was yes, nodding your head to the best of your ability, your mind under the most wonderful blissed out haze. His nose scrunched at the adorable display, he loved how sweet you could be despite he the way he was bullying his dick inside you.

"Open your eyes- wanna look at you when I make you cum." He cut himself off with a groan, his balls tightened at the way you greedily sucked him in, and like the good girl you were your eyes snapped open, he growled out his praises as he pressed his forehead against your own, your nails left streaks of red down his back and he could feel himself get that much closer, it wasn't until your last broken wail of his name did he let himself be swept away, the way your pussy clamped down around him as you came for the umpteenth time that night had his hips stuttering, he pressed into you as deep as he could, his eyes rolled back as he let himself fill you, each spurt of his hot cum had him shivering.

He all but collapses atop you, making sure not to crush you under his weight, he remains inside, way too sensitive to attempt moving, plus he loved how warm you felt. Your hands began playing with his short cyan locks, pulling the cutest pleased hum from him, after a few moments of blissed out silence he regained enough energy to lift his hand for a high five.

You gave him one, naturally, and he caught your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"We're kinda fucking amazing at that- hoooly shit." He giggled out, still out of breath, the bear of a man stared up at you from his spot between your legs looking far less feral than he did mere moments ago, you returned his blissful grin and kissed his fingers.

"We kinda are."

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homicidal-slvt · 2 months

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COD As Dumb Jokes I've Made

Ghost: My girlfriend is a homewrecker.

Gaz: Hold on- What???

Ghost: Yeah. She drove her car into the side of my house.

Gaz: ....

Y/N: If you fucked me right now it'd be like fucking a donut filled with strawberry jelly.

Price: That's not an image I needed.

Y/N: My braincells must be stored in my coochie because damn I'd let that horrible villain get it.

Kate, trying to eat her sandwich: Look. This seems like something you should be talking to a therapist about.

Y/N: If pee was gasoline and you lit it on fire then your wiener would become a sparkler.

Soap: Wow. I really wish I could get rid of that thought now.

Y/N: Your welcome!

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benslittlestarkiller · 2 months

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Violent Ends.

A Vladimir Makarov x Reader story.

”You dare to disrespect me?” His voice is a low growl. Rarely does he ever use it on you. It sends a shiver up and then down your spine. You feel a tingle deep within your core. An ache. One only he could fulfill.

Notes: I decided to write another Vladimir Makarov this time sending it to my bestie for editing so hopefully this one is better than the others. Please let me know if you want a part two ❤️‍🔥🥀

Your love affair had passed in a blur of passion. Like the winter winds of Russia your relationship was turbulent. FIlled with the most glorious ups and the most horrid downs. But you wouldn’t change a thing. He was a traditional man. He demanded respect from you, but he loved when you refused to give it easily. Like today, when you ignored his call for your presence in his office.

A noise alerted you to his presents behind you. Without even looking at him your could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. Slowly you turned to face him and you could see it in his eyes.

Fury.

”I’m sorry, Vladdy.”

“Are you really?”

”Yes, of course—“

“Tell the truth!” He harshly grips your shoulders, jerking you towards him. “When I give you a command I expect you to listen!”

“You're not the boss of me!”

“Oh, but that is where you are mistaken. As your husband, I expect complete obedience—“

And then you made a mistake. You stuck out your tongue at him. Vladimir saw red. But not only was the red he saw the color of fury, but also hot desire, burning lust… fiery passion.

He pushed you backwards until your booty collided with the wall behind you. So harshly did he push you that your contact with the wall sent a painting falling to the floor. Glass burst, scattering out along the wood grain in all directions.

”This is how you treat your tsar? After all he has done for you?” he hisses out.

You look up at him, craning your neck and giving him exactly what he wants. Submission.

He descends down like a bird of pray, his teeth digging into your tender skin. He marks you there before descending lower, marking your collarbone before capturing your lips like the Red Army capturing Berlin on the 2nd of May in 1945.

"I do everything for you,” he says, his breath ghosting along your skin, raising goosiebumps in its wake. “I take you wherever you wish to go, I buy you everything you desire… and this is how you repay me. I should punish you.”

"Please, punish me,” you beg. “I deserve it.”

He lifts you up with his strong, sculpted arms, his muscles hardened from a lifetime in the military, evidence of the many battles he had won. You felt your coochie tighten at the sensation of his virile form pressing against your softer, feminine form.

“Please,” you say again.

”Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he says. “Tell your Vladimir.”

”I… I want… you!”

He pressed his thigh against your most sensitive place, the place where you desired him most, the place only he had ever visited. Your coochie gushed with liquid desire for him and him alone.

His ministrations continued until you both were panting into each other’s mouths. The grunts escaping his lungs doused the fire burning in you with fuel. You were like a living samovar, your lust for Vladimir boiling over inside you.

He reached a hand down between the two of you as he did away with the barriers between you. Your clothes and his fell away like the Berlin Wall crumbling to pieces as it fell on the 9th of November in 1991.

Sliding your panties aside, he pressed his cock against your dripping entrance. He pushed forward slowly, so that the onion dome-like head, akin to that of St. Basil’s Cathedral, was inserted. But then something terrible happened… nothing happened. Vladimir ceased moving altogether.

“Vladdy!” you scolded. “What are you doing! Don’t stop!”

He smirked down at you. You went to slap his chest when he caught your hand with one of his much larger hands, the knuckles of his hands dusted with a light smattering of dark hair, the nails trimmed and filed neatly. He brought your hand down to the stem of his fat cock. Slowly you began to pump it like one wrings a wrag after washing dishes at the sink. Though doing dishes and other housework tasks was not something you were accustomed with. That was work for your servants, in particular your maid.

Your dainty hand glided over the smooth skin of his virile penis. He grunted low in his chest, his head falling forward, forehead resting against your shoulder as his breaths escaped him in pants.

"Please, I need you," you said, attempting to pull him closer to you.

"N-Nyet," he grunted. "This is your punishment."

You whined out desperately but your hand did not cease pumpkin him. His cockhead remained plugging up your entrance as your juice seeped out of him. The movements of your hand grew in intensity, a distinct squelching sound filling the room. A cacophony of your moans and his grunts also filled the room, the heat between you heating up like the inside of a samovar as the tea inside bubbled hotly.

You felt the twitches in his dick as it erupted, white hot seed filling your insides before Vladimir finally thrust forward, making sure to deposit the rest of it deeply inside you.

After a moment, your breathing evened out, and he placed you back down on you feet. "This time, it will take, and I will bear you a son. An Heir to the Empire."

#vladimir makarov x reader #vladimir makarov #call of duty #vladimir makarov imagine #makarov x reader #call of duty makarov #makarov #cod makarov #cod vladimir makarov #og makarov #vladimir makarov reboot #heir to the empire #modern warfare #russia

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giggly-squiggily · 29 days

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A Monstrous Craving: Second Selection (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Happy April Fools Day everyone! :3 Last year I posted a fic in which Bachira tickles everyone in Team Z, and I liked writing it so much I decided to do it again with the Second Selection! :D I don't know if I'm gonna make this a yearly tradition- but I had a funny idea and went with it! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Bachira gets a craving to mess with everyone again. Shenanigans ensue.

“Niko! Niko, Niko, Niko~” Bachira ran up, grinning from ear to ear. “Do me a favor?”

“Why?” Niko blinked behind his bangs, immediately suspicious. He might not be Isagi, but he’s dating Isagi. That’s just as bad.

“Just do it! Please?” Bachira made his eyes big, waiting. Niko blinked before sighing, giving in.

“Fine but just so you know,” Niko made his trademark handscope gesture, hovering it over his eye. “I’ll know if you’re trying to trick me. Now- what?”

“Follow my lead.” Bachira raised his hands, pressing them in prayer. Niko did the same, if not a tad hesitant.

Next, Bachira laced his fingers, making a double-handed fist. Niko did so as well.

Finally, Bachira lifted his fingers on one hand. Niko blinked before doing the same.

“Perfect. Stay just like that.” Bachira nodded, smiling. Before the seer-like player could react, Bachira quickly shook his hands free and laced his fingers into Niko’s standing ones, grabbing his fist. In seconds, he had it up and against the wall, pinning him.

“Wha-” Niko blinked, staring into Bachira’s golden gaze. “Okay, what was the point of th-heahhahahahahahhahahhaha!?!”

“Tickle tickle tickle! Eheheheh! What’s wrong? Is it too much for you? Pull your arms down then!” Bachira cooed at him in a sugary sweet voice, clawing at Nikko’s ribs with his open hand as the younger boy tried and failed to slide down the wall, laughing the entire time. Come on Nikko, don’t give up on me now!“

“Geaahahahhaha! Geheheht thehehehe hehehehell ohoohohoff you aahahhahass! Geahhahahah!” When Nikko’s descend came to an end, he laid on his side against the cool walls and floor as Bachira giggled before him. “Gahahah…I hahahte yohoohu.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bachira stuck his tongue out giddily before running away, leaving the younger boy to recover in the hall.

It was that time of year again!

~~~

“Come on…one more time.” Barou felt his lungs ache, and his limbs felt like they were on fire. His self-imposed training regime was brutal, but it was fitting for his kingly status. Shaking out his arms, he turned to start his last round of drills-

“BAROU!”

The king let out a long series of curse words as he spasmed, nearly eating the dirt at his feet. “What the fuck-” He snarled, twisting to find…no one. Surely he wasn’t hearing things.

Fingers in his ribs from behind convinced him. “GAH! Get the hehehll off!”

“Oo, the king’s ticklish! Who would have thought?” Bachira cooed at him with a laugh, hiking up Barou’s back as he scribbled and pinched along his upper ribs and shoulders, throwing the bigger boy around like an uncontrolled bull. “Coochie coochie coo! Looks like I’m giving you the royal treatment! Hehehe!”

“Yohohohou dahhahamn bhohohobcuhuhuhut! Geheheht thehehe hehehehell ohohohoff!” Barou howled through swear colored giggles, trying and failing to reach for him. He all but lost his balance when Bachira began squeezing the back of his neck, sending them both into the grass below. “CUHUHUHUT THE SHHIHIIHIHT!”

“Aww, and here I thought Kun-Kun’s neck was tickly! You make him look almost immune here.” Bachira snorted as he gave the King’s neck one last squeeze, hopping off with a light slap to his shoulder. “Thanks for playing with me!”

Barou only groaned in the grass, suddenly very tired.

Maybe that was enough training today, afterall.

~~~

“Wow, you’re almost there! Come on, Nagi- you can do it!” Reo grinned around his chopsticks as he watched his friend get closer to a watermelon. He introduced Nagi to the Suika game only days before- this would be his first ever success if he nailed it. “Haaaah…this is exhausting. You do it.” Giving up, the white haired player pushed his phone to Reo, tucking his face into the cook of his arm with a tired yawn. “Lemme know if we win.”

“Lazy as ever.” Rolling his eyes, Reo picked up the device, guiding the orange towards its brethren. “You know Nagi, you really shouldn’t give up on games so easily- even if they aren’t soccer related.”

“All the fruit makes me hungry. I lose my strength when I get this way.”

“Then go get some food.”

“I don’t wanna get up…”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get you something. Just give me one sec- I’m almost-AH!” Just before Reo could drop the last fruit, something squeezed his knee. His finger slipped, ruining his planned chain reaction and overflowing the box. Game over. “Nagi! What the hell? I told you, give me a minute!”

“Huh?” Nagi blinked, confused. “I didn’t do anything?”

“Yes, you did! Now look- we lost.” Reo fumed, shaking his head as he put the phone down. “Whatever- if you're that hungry, I guess it can’t be cha-ehehahhahaanged!” The squeezing came back, making him jerk with a yelp. “Dahahahmn it, gehehhet your own food, then!”

“I didn’t do anything! Seriously!” Nagi fumed back, frustrated. “I’m not ly-ehehehehe! Reo, knock it off!”

“What? That wasn’t-” That’s when Reo realized both of Nagi’s hands were on the table- balled into fist as the pale teen squirmed and giggled. Ducking down, he found…

“YOU!” Reo cried upon seeing Bachira, one hand on Nagi’s leg while the other was on Reo’s. “What the hell are you even doing down there?”

“Looking for loose change.” Bachira winked before squeezing both knees simultaneously, sending the pair into frenzied giggles. “The monster wants to eat the rich! He’s in the mood for legs!”

“Gehahaht the heheheell ohohoohut of heheehere! Gehahaha, yohohohohu dahhahahamn drihihihbi-GEHAHHA!” Reo nearly fell out of his chair when Bachira squeezed his thigh. “Nahahhahagi hehehehelp!”

“Ghehahahah! I chahahahhan’t! Ihiihh’m toohoohoh huhuhuhungry!” Nagi cried back, opting to just kinda fall over at this point. “Sohohohohorry, Rehehehehheo!”

Before Reo could say anymore, Bachira was gone- skipping away with a happy grin and leaving them be. Shaking his head, he pushed the remainder of his rice to Nagi along with his chopsticks. “Here, eat up.”

“Ehehe…no thahanks..I’m toohoho tired to eat..” Nagi yawned before falling asleep, leaving Reo questioning his life choices yet again.

~~~

Bachira was hiding.

Tucked by an empty hamper in one of the many locker rooms, he waited patiently for his prey. He knew them and their routine well enough at this point.

Sure as the rising sun, his target walked into the room with a low sigh, stretching his arms high above his head and popping his spine. Bachira waited a second longer.

Then he attacked.

“God, I’m so ti-AHHH!” Chigiri shrieked when Bachira grabbed his sides, scaring the life out of him. His screams of terror quickly shifted to ones of laughter as Bachira dug in, leaving no spot untouched. “Nohohohot agahhahain! Gahahahhd, whihihihihiy Bahahhahachiraahhahaha?!”

“Hi Missy! Did you miss me? Huh? Did you?” The dribbler cooed at him as he climbed his fingers upward, pressing into each open space of rib as he moved towards his armpits. “It’s been for-ever since I’ve hear you laugh! Don’t you know? The Top 3 are all sooooo serious! I can barely get a chuckle out of them! I like you; you always laugh whenever I’m around!”

“Thahahhat’s becahhahuse yoohohu’re a clohohohwn-Gehahhhaha nohohoohohoho!” The redhead tried to jerk his arms down, but Bachira made it to his armpits faster than he could think. “Bahahhahchira pleahahhahahhase!”

“Please what? Keep tickling you? Aww, you’re too sweet! You know how badly I wanna get you and you’re letting me do it!” Bachira cooed sweetly at him, careful as he lowered him down to the ground, chest pressed against his back as he clawed at the center of his pits. “To be honest- I really wanna tickle Isagi, but I’m waiting until we meet up again. You know- gotta draw out the anticipation and all that. So until then…”

“Dohohohohn’t yohoohohu uuuhuuhse me ahahahas a rehehehbound! Gehahahahhaa, Bahahhahahchira- Eheheheheh nohohohohoho!” The dribbler had quickly shifted to his knees, squeezing them and the area around it relentlessly. Even with limited reach, Bachira was still able to get them! “Screhehehhewh yohohohou and yoohohohohur lohohohohng ahhahaharms!”

“No way- you’re totally letting me do this! Why else are your knees still drawn up?” The comment made them straighten out, but a few quick scribbles to Chigiri’s belly made him drawl them up once more. “See what I mean?”

“Yohohohou’re a pahahahahain!”

“Love you too, Missy!”

Before Bachira could really get him going, the door slid open, revealing none other than a breathless, slightly panicked Kunigami. “I heard a scream! Princess, are you-” When he saw what was going on, he relaxed. “Oh. Hey, Bachira.”

“Hi, Kun-Kun!” Bachira greeted, finally stopping the tickles as Chigiri curled up against the tile floor. “I was just saying hi to Missy! Hm..you know, I don’t think I’ve said hi to you yet…”

Kunigami blinked. Then he flushed, realizing what was about to go down. “Eh, Chi’s alright?” When Bachira nodded and Chigiri gave him a tired thumbs up, Kunigami slapped his hands together. “Cool, cool.

Then he was off. Bachira laughed as he chased after him, filling the halls with screams once more.

~~~

“I missed you.”

Three little words were all it took for Bachira’s heart to implode. He pressed further into Isagi, arms wrapped around his torso like octopus tentacles as he nuzzled his chest. “I missed you too.”

Isagi laughed, the sound a little wet as he ran his fingers through Bachira’s hair, combing back the soft strands. Sure, they were never truly apart- Bachira was not ashamed of his habit of sneaking into the other team’s room and snuggling with him until morning. But it felt so different now that Isagi was here. Here and never leaving his side again.

“You're awfully clingy today.” The older boy mused, making no moves to remove Bachira from him. “Is there a special occasion, or are you just happy to be here with me?”

Ah. Right. Bachira tried not to let his growing giddiness show as he pressed his face further into his boyfriend’s shirt, hands adjusting so they were free. “You know- I was just thinking there is.”

“What’s that?” Ever the innocent one. Not a worry to be heard within Isagi’s voice. Bachira grinned fully now.

“The monster…has returned.” Bachira latched onto his sides with ease, making Isagi spasm with a yelp. “The tickle monster, I mean!”

“Gah! Oohoohoh nohohoohoho! Bahhahahachira, wahahhahait- gehahahahhahaha!” Isagi cried out, twisting about in the sheets as his boyfriend pinched and scribbled away at his torso. “Sohoohoho thahhahat’s whahahhat youuhuhuve beehehen up tohohoho ahahhaall dahhahahy?”

“I see the word got out, hasn't it? My monstrous deeds leave trails behind. Whoooooo~” Bachira put on his best scary voice as he raced his fingers up and down Isagi’s sides, making him squeal and kick beneath him. “I’ve got a craving, Isagi- and you’re on the menu!”

“Thahhahat was sihihihilly- wahhahait, wahhahait dohohohon’t you dahhahare- AH” The brunette tried to block him, but Bachira was already pulling up his shirt and taking a breath. “Dohohohon’t you da-AHAHHAHAHHARE!”

“Mmmm, tasty!” Bachira giggled after blowing a raspberry. “I want another one! Here we go-” Bachira blew once more, sending waves of ticklishness up Isagi’s nervous system as he arched against the soft mattress. One hand weaved into Bachira’s hair while the other tugged at his sweatshirt, but no real efforts were made to pull him off. “Hmm…I’m still hungry.”

“Gohoohoho gehehhet fohoho-EHEHEHHAHAH NOOHOHOO!” This time some effort was made as Bachira began nibbling along his ribs, focusing his efforts along the lowest set as he felt Isagi shriek. “NOOHOHOT MEHEHHEHEHE!”

“Yes you! I’m a cannibal, roar!” Bachira giggled, finally relenting when Isagi tugged him off. “You’re so cute, Blue Skies! Hehehe!”

Gasping for air, Isagi tossed an arm over his flushed face- hiding his misty eyes from the world. Bachira tugged at his sweatshirt until it was in place once more, climbing onto Isagi and laying across him with a happy hum. Once he got comfortable, he gently tapped at his arm.

“Knock knock!”

“Whohoho’s thehere?”

“Your boyfriend. I want a kiss.”

Isagi snorted as he moved his arm, blushing when he realized just how close Bachira was to his face. “Your boyfriend’s not home. He’s been eaten by a monster. Try again tomorrow.”

Bachira gaped, making Isagi laugh. The tickles were quick to resume.

~~~

Another day- another successful turnout. At least, that was what Bachira planned on saying after this.

Freshly bathed and dressed, Bachira peeked around the corner, finding Rin sitting in his bed all alone. A towel hid his expression, but his hands were busy with his shoes, redoing the laces on each pair.

Perfect. Bachira might even have an additional weapon to use against him. Slowly, he entered the room…

“Get him.” Rin didn’t look up once. It really didn’t matter in the end.

Bachira yelped when he was suddenly ambushed, his back hitting the ground with a hand protecting his skull. He was suddenly hit by memoires of the past- red hair flying in his way just before he was taken down like so.

Only this time, the hair was long and dark, Aryu’s eyes dancing with mischief as he came into view. “Good work, Toki. That was very glam.”

“Thank you! I mean- sorry! Sorry, Bachira- was that too harsh?” The muscular man yelped, but made no moves of releasing the dribbler. Soon a new body joined the fray, pulling his hands up and over his head.

“You never learn, do you?” Isagi smiled down at him, eyes warm as Bachira began giggling in anticipation. “Didn’t we do this back in Team Z?”

“Mahahybe? I can’t remehehember!” Bachira giggled helplessly as Rin took the final spot of their formation, cracking his knuckles.

“Enough reminiscing. On three. One, two…” There was a pause- one that felt like forever as Bachira’s giggles grew.

If three came, Bachira never heard it. Fingers touched down, scribbling all over and sending him into immediate hysterics. Aryu’s hands pinched and prodded along his sides while Tokimitsu clawed at his stomach and chest. Rin’s hands were latched to his legs, one on his hip while the other squeezed the ever living daylights out of his thigh.

And Isagi- ooo, that Isagi! He was scratching at Bachira’s shoulder blades with two fingers, somehow making it feel way more ticklish than normal! All he could do was laugh.

“Gehahahahhahhaha! Nahahhahahahahhaha! Whahahahit, wahhahahahit hohohohohold ohohohohohon- yoohohohu cahahhan’t juuhuhust do thahaha-EHEHEHHEK!”

“What’s that? We can’t just tickle you after your antics today?” Isagi cooed at him, pressing into a particularly bad spot along the edges of his shoulder blades.

“We weren’t even targeted. Alas, tiny glam requested my aid. So stylish.” Aryu tsked with a small smile as he carried on scratching against Bachira’s waist and lower ribs, putting his nails to good use. “Shame really- I was looking forward to your attempt. So sad, so glam.”

“I was too! Not that I expected it- oh that sounded off! I’m sorry!” Tokimitsu cried, worming a hand up Bachira’s shirt to get the bare skin beneath. “Just- take this! Was that…was that too much?”

“Damn bob cut, think you can just waltz in here and target me when my back is turned?” Rin growled at him, no real malice in his voice. “I’ll show you what happens when you mess with me!”

“Sorry, Bachira- I would have warned you had you not attacked me.” Isagi smiled at him, not an ounce of remorse in his voice. “This is really cute though- I’m glad we did this, guys!”

Bachira would have called him cute back if he could think straight. His entire body felt like one massive tickle; every part from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes felt tickly! It was overstimulating yet freeing at the same time. He really did miss having tickle fights with groups.

Eventually, it all came to an end. Bodies moved away as Rin stood up, stretching out. Tokimitsu left him a bottle of water as Aryu struck a glamorous pose, musing about the entire thing with a laugh. Bachira found himself once again with Isagi, his head tucked into his lap as the taller boy fanned his face, cooling his hot cheeks.

“Had enough for today?” Isagi teased, laughing when Bachira nodded. “Do you want me to help you get up?”

A favorable offer, but Bachira shook his head. “Can we stay like this? Just a bit longer?”

Isagi laughed, leaning down and kissing his smiling lips once more. “Of course we can.”

#Blue Lock #tickle #tickle fic #bachira meguru #niko ikki #barou shouei #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #isagi yoichi #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #rin itoshi #fluff #group tickles #bachisagi #I loved writing this akrjkaejkrekj #Squiggily writes the things

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marleyybluu · 5 months

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Wax on, Wax off

Rio Martínez x woc!reader

Content warning: reader is pregnant (yes, another one), waxing while pregnant, just a whole lot of intimate and cute moments tbh, everyone’s in love, talks of pubic hair(?- shouldn’t be a warning cus we are all grown)

A/N: we should know this but this is not like propaganda that you need to have a bald cooch. It’s yours, you do what you want with it it’s beautiful either way this is just a cute little story. Probably spelling mistakes and you should know why… hehe:)

Also I don’t describe the reader in detail but as usual a woman of colour is in mind.

(Not my gif, )

"You better know what the fuck you're doing Martinez." You scold, pregnant and with a fire attitude. Rio just looks at you with those eyes that go "Yes darling, whatever you say." And then shakes his head at how crabby you were. It wasn't your fault... entirely. It was mostly his. You two had just gotten married, went on a month long honeymoon and came back with an extra guest. He was a lot sooner than you two had planned but it worked out anyway.

Aside from the usual pregnancy... uh... problems, you were over the moon. Rio was extra attentive to your needs and like the brave soldier he is, he volunteered to help you with your greatest challenge.

Your bush.

You weren't a posed to the natural nature of the human body, but sometimes you appreciated a "cleaner" look. You had a wax lady, your aesthetician, that you've been going to for years but she was on vacation and you didn't trust anyone else near your coochie like you did her so you decided to wait until she got back.

The timing was terrible, you were eight months and couldn't see a fucking thing with your belly in the way, so whatever was below wasn't really your problem. But now you were getting closer to the nine month mark and it was crazy how fast your hair seemed to have grown. Your bush was back like it was the eighties. And like the whiny pregnant wife you were you complained to your husband not expecting him to do anything you just needed to vent but then one day he comes home with a package in his hand and you don't question him about it, you let him tell you.

"I bought a wax kit off Amazon."

You wanted to laugh thinking it was a joke, he didn't need to wax anything of his, he was fine, he was perfectly trimmed. Not too hairy and not too bald. Your eyes damn near roll under the couch when you realize it's for you. You cried at how sweet the gesture was but told him it was okay (even though it wasn't.)

Now, here you are, laying on top of a towel, on top of your bed waiting for the wax to heat up. "What does Ciara usually do?" He asks as he stirs the wax with the popsicle stick. You sigh wondering why you let him do this. "When it's like this she usually trims it shorter, it's easier that way. Somewhat easier." He mumbled something like "okay, got it." Under his breath and you smile widely, this was so cute, he seems determined and it made your heart swell. You reassure him, "I believe in you baby, don't worry."

You feel a kiss on your leg. "Thanks mama, I won't hurt you."

"I know." You know. So you just relax.

Rio grabs a small pair of scissors, a pair of gloves and gets to work clipping and snipping as carefully as possible. And just like that he was done. "You want me to... take a pic and show you." He laughs but you say no. "I trust you."

The reassurance was comforting. "Alright, does she... wax now?"

"No she usually puts baby powder on it and then the wax."

He runs off to the baby's nursery to steal the baby powder, sprinkles it and wipes off any excess powder which surprised you. You didn't have to tell him to do that. He turns down the heat on the little pot that the wax was in, he looks around and sees your notebook on the nightstand and grabs it, waves it over the wax in an attempt to cool it down in fear of it being too hot for you. You scroll through your playlist, it was a little too quiet for your liking.

"¿Estas listo?" He asks and you give him two thumbs up, he chuckles. You do the butterfly position as best as you can. "You okay?"

"Mhm."

He nods at your confirmation and... goes for it. He remembers you saying to start at the mound— the mons pubis— so he did, slowly spreading the wax on one small section like a tester strip. He waited until it hardened. "Use one hand to pull my skin taut and the other to rip off the wax... but don't rip it." You remind him. "Got it." He says quietly. He counts down in his head and, yoink!, it was off and a smooth, hairless spot was left behind. Not bad, he thinks to himself.

You say, "Wow, didn't even hurt."

Rio smiled proudly, a little glad you couldn't see how happy your comments were making him. He applied another warm strip on your pussy, but this one was a bit bigger than the last and waited, repeating the same process as before. You hum along to Ari Lennox and tap your fingers on your belly. "Any names for the baby?" You ask. "Are we bad parents for waiting this long to come up with a name?"

Rio chuckles at your question. "Probably," He shrugs taking off another patch of hair. "Still don't like Leo?"

You blow raspberries. "No."

"How about Dustin?"

Now it's turn to blow raspberries. "You know our kid isn't white right?"

You snicker at him. "Fine. Noah?"

He tilts his head. "Not bad. I don't mind that."

"Christopher Junior, and we call him CJ for short."

Rio laughs. "That's the one. That's his name. Settled."

"You are out of your mind, sorry." He knew you never liked the Juniors.

You two bounced off baby names as he continued. Talked about who he would look more like, what sport would he prefer to play, you argued maybe he'll be a spelling bee kid instead and Rio smiles at your optimism of what your child or children could be. You chat and before you know it he tells you that you're done. Front and back. You try to sit up and pout, you wouldn't be able to see it anyway, your eyes burn with incoming tears. Fuck, why did this pregnancy have to make you so sensitive?

Rio hears your sniffles. "I'll take a picture, darlin', don't worry."

He snaps a photo and hands you the phone. Wow. You were bald.

"Rio... this is crazy. You got every single hair." You giggle zooming in. "Did I?" He asks fighting a grin, he takes off his gloves and tosses them in the trash can inside the bathroom. "Should get you to do my brows next."

"Sixty bucks."

You scoff. "Your child is inside me, that's payment enough."

"Alright, moms discount." He surrenders, he kisses your knee. He winks up at you but his eyes quickly divert between your legs, your sex glistening under the light. But he knew the rules. Twenty-four hours. He places your leg on his shoulder, kissing your skin, his hand wavers over your heat. Temptation. The urge to slide his finger in there. You lick your teeth. "Twenty four." You remind him.

You glitch when you feel his fingertip between your folds. "Twenty... four..." He repeats closing his eyes. "Thank you for helping me." He assists you in sitting up and you rest your head on his chest. "I love you so much," You pucker your lips and he kisses you. "You're too good for me."

He sucks his teeth. "Nah, you're too good for me. I love you so much too."

"What do you want to do now?" He asks putting away his equipment. You smile mischievously. "Up to watch some hair tutorials?"

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not a hc but can you rank lucy's stardresses?

A fit rank huh? Sure I can do that. Just gonna preface n say that obviously this is my opinion and whatevs and that I won't be includin any of the ones introduced in 100yr because I don't care about the sequel :]

Alrightie lets get into it! This gonna get long tho, so imma put it under read more so I don't murder ppl who are scrolling.

Aquarius Stardress

This one honestly might be on the lower tiers for me. Like for the first stardress shown its rather, boring. The colour choice of green and yellow is weird, and visually disconnects it from Aquarius (like seriously? No blue anywhere?). The wrap skirt is cute and I do love how she has Aquarius' collarbone tattoo. That's fire. But the basic bikini top is meh. Overall its serviceable, 6/10 on the Phoenix scale.

Leo Stardress

Honestly can't go wrong with a nice black dress. I really would've preferred a pants suit for this one but the dress regardless is fun. I has a nice shape with the asymmetrical skirt and I like the ruffles all over. I also like how the anime gave her stockings

If I had nitpicks i'd say to get rid of the center line down the middle of the chest, the two under the bust are enough and get rid of the purple hair clip, it feels tacked on and just tosses in a random colour to the palette. I'd also maybe change the yellow to something more orange so it pops more (maybe even make the interior of the dress something eyecatching to add some extra oomph visually when she's kicking.)

But good fit, 8/10

Virgo Stardress

Well, it's about what you'd expect tbh. It's a maid outfit lol. There ain't much here to say cept that its cute. 6/10

Tauros Stardress

Oh hell fuckin yea. HELL YEAH

Unabashedly this one is one of my favourites solely because of the uneven pants. It's so fun and stupid. I also like how she and Tauros have matching belt buckles.

The basic ass bikini top does bring it down though (sorry i'm a bikini top hater. If you're gonna put a character in a bikini top at least make it a different style! There's different types of tops that can be both sexy and interesting!!!!). It also looks wack at certain angles.

My chest hurts lookin at this.

Apart from that I don't think the double buns works best with this dress, I think it'd work better if swapped with the double braids of the capricorn dress. Also I just think it'd be cool if this dress gave her an axe, like how the cancer dress gave her weapons.

but because of how much joy the stupid pants give me, 9/10.

Sagittarius Stardress

Another banger stardress despite a glaringly obvious issue.

This shit's great to me. Good colours, fun patterns, i fuckin love that its backless and the high ponytail is great here. The issue?

That deep ass coochie cut.

On god it just looks so uncomfortable. The anime tried to even it out by giving her tights but that just tossed in another colour to the palette and just unbalances it. A simple fix would've been just to make it white leggings under there. Skin tight, sexy and still practical. Apart from the coochie cut the only nitpick I have is that I think the boob window should've been star shaped and i wish her sleeves also doubled as archery gloves.

Apart from that and how much the coochie cut haunts me, its a 9/10

Aires Stardress

Now I have no idea why, but I was never exactly big on this one. Like it's not awful, all the stardresses have a baseline cuteness to them. The alternating pink and white tiers on the dress is nice, but the cut under the bust kinda kills the uniform pattern it had goin on. Likewise the leggings don't feel coherent to the rest of the fit. Like still cute, but the stripes and the introduction of black makes the whole thing feel busy and plain all at once. Though ironically when it's in the manga and purely black and white i think it looks better.

But I dunno, i think this one actually might be my least favourite. 4/10

Gemini Stardress

Ok. I like the alternating blue and white all over. That's cool. But, that headdress on top of the already busy outfit feels like its a lil too much on top. Also the random gold baubles on the outfit itself feels sorta thrown on. The belt can stay I suppose but nix the tassels near the collar and trade in the boob window for a deeper neckline.

We can just get rid of the headdress altogether and change her hairstyle to like, crown braid with a hanging blue and white ribbon on either side to keep with the alternating colours and we golden. 5/10

Scorpio Stardress

Gonna start this off to say, not a big fan of the bottom (the leather panty thing with the chain on it? Dawg idk i don't like it lol). and the chain on it looks so silly and not in a fun way. If anything I think she should have a bigger tail, not as big as scorpio's but defs something bigger that what she has currently. And as much as I like backless fits I don't think it works here, the deep cut boob window can stay though. I do like the headband and how her hair frames her face but overall its another 5/10.

Also here's a scorpio stardress redesign that I like. Doesn't fix all my issues with the og but it's still pretty dope.

Cancer Stardress

I like this because it looks cool and gives Lucy weapons. I don't like it because it doesn't connect well with Cancer the spirit visually. But Cancer's design sucks and I like this better than Cancer himself. Truly a design with conundrums for me. 6/10

Capricorn Stardress

I don't like this dress! Not one bit! Why is it a bdsm tit dress! The hair is cute and I like the shades and the horn clips with the bows but the dress!!!!!!!! Why is it so visually disconnected from Capricorn the spirit! Why isn't it a skirt suit with sexy fishnet leggings like in the concept art!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Why isn't this the canon design!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tragic/10

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