#THE FIC IS RELEASED EHEHEHE

[maranull]

excuse me, but imma brag a bit cause I earned it

almost 1000 words written today (my usual is maybe 200 on good days)

ch8 is fully checked and edited

and I'm at a decent spot on ch9 already

ehehehe :)

#i would had released ch8 today but the ending is very... brutal and i want to also add ch9 in the same update #to balance things out a bit #gonna aim to be done with both chapters within the next week cause i also have leave from work #so i actually have time to write #anywho #fic update #personal #EHEHEHE #:))))))))

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi! I love your fics to bits! I would like to request a Morticia Addams x Taller Masc! Fem!Reader because we need more of your Morticia fics cause they are so good. The two of them meet as students at Nevermore and with reader being a member of the Archery Club. Their first meeting involves reader saying the line, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold.” when she catches Morticia staring at her as she practices.

You can write how their love story as students blossom, you’re a genius at it anyway. Also, please make reader’s character have a grunge vibe and a huge Nirvana and Deftones fan.

But the oneshot ends with reader and Morticia as adults, already married, they had Pugsley and Wednesday. Morticia is admiring her wife practice archery outside of their Manor with the kids and says that very same line that started it all and Morticia doesn’t hesitate to give her wife a breathtaking kiss.

Please make the ending fluffy and cute. Thank you so much! <333

Stare Me Cold ~Morticia Addams xFem Tall!Wife!MascPresenting!Reader

Summary— Read the request. Anon response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! I love love love this idea. Morticia could always use more content eheheh. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, staring, flustering, teasing, light praise, implied smut, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (;

“It all started many years ago at Nevermore… We met for the first time at Archery Club, and your mother made quite the impression…” Morticia hummed, remembering the time like it was yesterday…

~~

Morticia’s feet crunched through the early January snow, he arms wrapped around her body to keep warm. The young raven haired woman walked up to the archery field, where students were starting to gather for Club.

Morticia found you, standing still and holding a bow and arrow. You had the arrow drawn back with intense concentration, aiming towards the target.

You felt Morticia’s icy eyes on you, starring. You had heard of Morticia Frump, but this was your first proper interaction with her. You sidedeyed the young woman after a couple seconds, her gaze making it hard for you to concentrate.

You took a deep breath and focused back on your target. In a sharp second, you released the arrow, and it went whizzing into the center of the target. You sighed out a breath that you’d been holding in.

Morticia’s gaze was still steady and intensely on you. You could feel her eyes raking up and down your frame.

You chuckled, lowering your bow and turning over your shoulder to look at the young woman.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold…” you chuckled.

Morticia stammered and blushed a little, before properly approaching you. She stuck out her hand.

“I’m Morticia, Morticia Frump” she breathed out, a little nervous.

This was different… Morticia was the ‘it’s girl of Nevermore… She didn’t shake hands or sound nervous.

You smirked and took her hand.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You told the raven haired girl.

This time Morticia’s eyes raked up and down your frame uninhibited. she but her lip and smirked.

“I like your clothing style… suits you…” Morticia purred.

And her sassy, self-confident manner was back.

You tilted your head, unsure if the girl was actually complimenting you…

“Thanks…” you slowly said.

She did mean it.

At that, Morticia pursed her lips and retracted her hand, going to get her bow and a couple of arrows for archery.

~~

After that interaction, you could always feel Morticia’s eyes on you no matter where you went. It was unnerving, but at the same time you loved it.

You loved it because you could tell it unnerved her as well. Morticia was fascinated by you. She was fascinated by her like of you.

But the two of you didn’t hang around each other. Morticia was in the popular crowd, she had her own group of friends and acquaintances. You liked to do things more on your own. You were more of a grungy, loner, and you liked it that way.

But after that interaction last time with Morticia, you were starting to doubt if being alone was really what you wanted…

And Morticia was beginning to doubt if being surrounded by surface level acquaintances was what she really wanted…

One a particularly windy day, you were carrying some extra bows and arrows for archery. Before you saw Morticia coming diagnal into your path, you were crashing into her. You both fell to the ground, the bows and arrows scattering everywhere.

Morticia fell first, and you fell on top of her. You froze, your lisp parted, and your breath bated. You both stared at each other, eyes mesmerized with one another. You flickered your gaze down to Morticia’s lips, then quickly back up to her eyes.

You gulped, shook your head, and broke the trance, scrambling to get off of the young woman. You stood up and brushed yourself off, apologizing to the raven haired girl. You then went to pick up all the archery things you and dropped.

Morticia got up as well and immediately apologized as well, starting to help you grab all the scattered arrows.

“Thanks” you mumbled, blushing lightly as Morticia’s hand brushed yours when she was handing off the arrows she had collected for you.

The raven haired teen nodded in recognition.

“I… I heard your music from your dorm this morning.” Morticia hummed, “You have odd taste…”

“You mean grunge…?” You chuckled.

Morticia nodded and smiled.

You liked it when she smiled…

“Yea that. Maybe you should invite me over sometime and tell me about it…” the raven haired girl boldly said with a quirk of her brow.

Your jaw dropped slightly at the just of confidence going through the young woman in front of you.

“I—Ok!” You exclaimed.

“Excellent…” Morticia hummed, “I’ll come by after dinner.”

You hummed and nodded, trying to contain your excitement.

You spent the rest of day, only thinking about the basically date that you had with Morticia that night.

Finally, at around 9pm, you heard a knock on your door. Your roommate had left Nevermore recently, so you currently had a room all to yourself…

You let Morticia in. She sauntered into the room, sitting down on your bed. You quickly grabbed a tape and put it into the receiver, then sitting down next to the raven haired teen. The music started blaring.

Your gazes interlocked. And Morticia bit her lips.

~~

“And that is how I meet your mother…!!” Morticia exclaimed, lounging back against her hands on the picnic blanket.

Pugsley was curled up in Morticia’s lap, Wednesday was sitting in solitude on the corner of the blanket. Morticia’s gaze was on you. You were shooting apples off a fence, practicing your arrow aim.

“That’s so cool!” Pugsley exclaimed.

Morticia chuckled and nodded, bringing her attention to your shared son.

“But mother…” Wednesday quipped wickedly, “You did not finish telling us what happened in mother’s room…”

Wednesday said her words with a deep smirk, while Pugsley just stared at Wednesday in confusion.

“Wait what?” Pugsley said in confusion.

“Nothing! It’s nothing, no worries my little Pug bear…!” Morticia exclaimed, then shooting daggers at Wednesday.

Wednesday was about to say something again, Morticia clapped her hands together and exclaimed she was going to see how you were doing.

Morticia got up and sauntered over to your side.

“How’s it going, my Darling…?” Morticia hummed.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m gonna catch cold…” you chuckled under your breath, making Morticia have shivers run down her spine, just like the day she met you.

~~~

Morticia Addams Masterlist

#morticia addams x reader #morticia addams #morticia frump #morticia frump x reader #morticia frump fluff #morticia Addams fluff #wife!reader #tall!reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday fanfic #wednesday fandom #wednesday fluff #wednesday netflix #catherine zeta jones #CZJ #cissyenthusiast010155 answers

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

White Day with Ayato, Itto and Xiao

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Arataki Itto, Xiao

Relationships: Character x reader

Note: Welp, this took longer that I expected 🤣🤣🤣. I apologize to everyone who's been told 14th of March that it'll be finished either that day or day after. Things have happened, as usual but there it is, finally. White Day fics inspired by official art released by Genshin.

You’ve been running errands all around Inazuma City. Delivering some letters to the Tenryou commission, meeting with some friends in Komore teahouse, then a quick visit to Aoi for some groceries. When you finally collapsed on a lone bench it was late in the afternoon. You tilted your head back and watched the spring breeze play with Sakura petals when you heard a familiar voice.

“There you are.” The voice was low, smooth, and quiet, like a calm river current. This person needn’t raise their voice to capture people’s attention. Finally, you’ve lifted your head to swim in pools of periwinkle. Ayato was a heavenly vision on most days, but today it seemed like he put extra effort to look good. The white of his kimono was even more pristine, his shoes twice as polished. Meanwhile, you fixed your windswept hair with one hand as you tried to untangle the other out of the shopping bag.

“Good afternoon, Kamisato-dono,” you smiled apologetically as if to find a suitable excuse for your bedraggled state. You were always nervous when you were in his presence in less than your best state.

A slight frown marred Ayato’s handsome features. “Why such formalities? I thought I specifically asked of you to call me by my name.” He leaned down to put his handsome face even closer to yours. You felt your heart start to beat wildly.

“There are people my-” He moved his face closer still with the same innocent expression, but the demand in his eyes was more than clear.

“Ayato,” you whispered and felt your face warm up.

Ayato straightened up with a pleased nod. “Now, it’s time for me to whisk you away, my dear. I was looking for you everywhere but you seem to elude me every time.” You opened your mouth to apologize once more, but then you noticed an elegantly wrapped purple box in his hands.

He lifted the box to you with the softest of smiles, “Happy White Day, my love.”

You blinked at him once, twice, then it dawned on you.

“Archons! That was today?!” You stood up quickly, giving Ayato almost whiplash, as you scrambled for an apology. Ayato reassured you swiftly, saying he understands you were busy.

“Now,” he cuts your stuttering with seductive intent in his voice, “how about we find some more private place, and I feed them to you personally.” Ayato finishes his flirtation with a heavy smolder.

You felt yourself heating up once more when you caught sight of the contents of the chocolate box.

“Ayato?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve eaten some of them.”

He gave you his best faux innocent smile.

“I bought us the chocolates.”

“Over here!”

A booming voice alerted you of another presence as you wobbled dangerously on the ladder. You were changing lamps around the Komore teahouse and overall preparing the outside sitting for the spring. When the local delinquent decided to pay you a visit. He fooled around quite often recently, and despite other staff being concerned for you, you never were annoyed by his presence. Rather, you find it energizing.

“Itto! Wait!”

His presence was currently way too energizing for your liking as he took it upon himself to climb onto a very old rackety ladder as well. The last thing you see is Itto’s horrified expression as the latter tips over. You scrambled to at least catch the edge of the roof, but alas your fingers only brushed the glazed surface.

You let out a scared yelp as you plummeted to the ground. Your sudden impact on the ground was disturbed by a pair of burly arms.

“Crap! Are you ok? I guess the ladder was frailer than I thought…eheheh.” Itto chuckled awkwardly.

You weren’t prepared for such close contact with the bright amber hues of Itto’s eyes. His goofiness and innocence often distracted you from how handsome the young man was. Thankfully, you haven’t had the chance to splutter some nonsense to cover the reddening of your face, as he gently set you down.

“So, uh…” Itto ran a hand through his white locks as you tried not to focus on the flexing of his bicep as he did so. “I wanted to ask when your shift will be over. I wanted to show you something.”

You patted down your clothes and looked around the teahouse. Everything seemed prepared. You’ll just have to let others know you’re leaving.

“I’m done for today. I’ll just put down an apron and I’m ready to go!” you said as you have him a bright smile.

As if you haven’t had enough climbing for the day, Itto brought you to one of the biggest sakura trees near the city and started climbing it.

“Uhh…Itto, I’m not sure about this,” you said as you watched him prop himself on one of the thicker branches. He turned towards you and with a winning grin, he extended his hand towards you.

“Trust me.”

And you did. You let him pluck you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and place you next to him. Then, you climbed the tree with him in tow as he watched your every movement in case you slipped again. Until you finally sat at the place he deemed perfect.

With the swinging feet, you watched Inazuma city from afar as if you could place it in the palm of your hand.

“Pretty neat huh? I found it by accident when I was flung by a ruin guard.” he winced, probably remembering the impact. You couldn’t help but giggle, he always brought a smile to your face. As Itto listened to your cheerful laughter, he felt his heart skip a beat. It’s now or never.

“You’re…You’re really awesome, you know that.”

You turned from the landscape and looked at Itto in surprise at such a heartfelt confession. You noticed pulling a bouquet out of nowhere. After closer inspection, you noticed it was a bouquet made out of lollipops.

“I meant to get you chocolates but I forgot…so I had to improvise…” he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. He popped one in his mouth and handed the bouquet to you.

“All of these, just for you!”

The endearing smile, the spark in his eyes, and the sugary treats in his hand. It was all too much, you couldn’t help yourself.

You plucked the lolly out of his mouth and before Itto could react, you placed a big smooch on his lips. He tasted sweet, just as you suspected.

The formidable yaksha tightly grips a small box wrapped in a ribbon. Easy now, he practiced this many times. He approaches you, reveals his intentions in the clearest way possible, and then gives you these chocolates. No need to be nervous, and yet as your charming smile catches his sight he suddenly forgot the speech he prepared.

He swallows a lump in his throat and steps forward. At that moment he notices a person talking to you. They’re standing rather close for his taste, and there’s this besotted look on their face. You accept a suspiciously looking package and wave them off. Xiao finally comes to you and watches as you put the package onto the pile with two other ones.

This can’t be real.

Was it his bad karma that caused this? You confessed to him last year. Approached him with a hopeful smile, adoration in your eyes and almond tofu carefully wrapped in a bamboo leaf box. Only when he rejected you he realized just how much your happiness means to him as he saw your face fall with such heartbreak. Now, he’s on the tables have turned, and he’s the one standing there dejectedly with a useless gift in his hands.

“Xiao, good to see you!” your cheerful greeting irked him even more. “It’s been a while, how are you?”

“I see you’ve gathered quite a group of admirers.” Xiao ignored your question and tried his hardest not to be spiteful toward you. He clutched the chocolates in his hands. It feels a little ridiculous to give you these, considering…

“Hm, what is this?” The Adepti watches in horror as you swipe the box out of his grasp. Unlike other boxes on the pile, you unwrap this one immediately.

“Mint cookies? I haven’t had those in ages! A bakery in Mondstadt stopped making these. Where did you…?”

“I didn’t-that is…I made them.” Xiao stammered with a blush rising to his cheeks.

You finally looked at him, balking.

“You…you made these??”

Xiao wrought his hands together. This wasn’t part of his speech, what were those words again? The truth is, he doesn’t want to admit that ever since his rejection, he’s been thinking about you constantly, that all this time he looked for ways to get you back, that he traveled all the way to Mondstadt and terrorized local confectionery until they surrendered their cookie recipe to him, or that he spent next months learning how to make these, one burned batch after another until the cookies were perfect.

Instead of waiting for the answer, you pulled one out of the box and bit into one. Xiao waited with bated breath. He did everything to hone his baking skills until they were honed to perfection.

He let out a breath when he heard your appreciative hum.

“These are amazing! Just like I remember.”

You gave the yaksha one of your most beautiful, dazzling smiles, and before he could think it over, Xiao hear himself saying: “I would make you these every day if you chose me.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. At this point, Xiao’s face went completely ruddy but he tried to maintain his composure by looking as stoic and unflinching as ever.

Cute.

“Well…” you wiped the remaining crumbs from the corner of your mouth, “how can I say no to a deal like that.”

You pulled him close and Xiao could only hopelessly close his eyes in shyness as you pressed another cookie to his lips.

#genshin impact #genshin impact kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato x you #genshin impact arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x you #x reader #itto x you #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact white day art #white day drabble

[nullsleepy]

Villainess Short

Villainess Marinette!Au

“-how do you plead, Marinette Von Eden?” A voice awoke her from her trance, stirring her awake.

“..what?” Marinette whispered, looking up with her groggy eyes.

“Lady Eden! Were you even listening?!”

“Uh, who what now?” Marinette looked around, flustered. What is happening?

“What an idiot. Tt. Should have let me take care of her earlier.” Another, deep voice sprang out among the crowd that had formed itself around her.

“I’m sorry guys, but you must have gotten the wrong person! My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You get it? Dupain-Cheng not Eden!” Marinette cried out, her voice almost breaking while sweat dripped down her face. WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!?!

“What do you think you’re doing, Eden? You think claiming to be a different person will save you? We all know who you are!” A lighter, but still deep and gruff voice shouted, presumably from behind her. Speaking of which, there was something holding her arms behind her, aND THEIR GRIP KEEPS GETTING TIGHTER! IT HURTS!

“..owww.” Marinette bit her lips, looking in front of her with tear filled eyes. The pain was too real to be a dream, so where the heck was she?

“Stop complaining dimwit! Lillian had to suffer much worse because of you!” The man in front of her called out, holding onto someone. Wait… if she looked a little closer, didn’t that look a lot like-

“-Lila?” Marinette gasped out, eyes wide open.

“Ah!” The girl cried out, flinching away from Marinette’s stare. “Richard, I’m scared!”

“It’s alright, my little Lily. I’ll take care of this.” The man whispered to her. The men all around now glaring harshly at Marinette. “Look what you’ve done now, Eden! How dare you harm my Lila with your evil stare!”

“Uh-uh-Ehem.” Marinette panicked, squeezing shut her eyes. Ah, shoot. What should she do?

“Disgusting.” The man behind her tightened his grip even tighter, causing Marinette to react.

“NOPE!” Marinette kicked the man behind her in a- uh, very special spot, causing him to cry out. With her arms now released, Marinette made a quick plan. One that couldn’t fail. “See ya suckers!”

Marinette booked it out of the huge room, slamming into a door, before eventually finding a window to use to escape.

“Oi! Kaalki! I know you’re there, so come out and explain what the heck is happening!”

“Ehehehe, so…”

———————

Author Notes: Made this bc bored and trying to get motivation to write again. Am going to be doing a new fic soon(won’t affect the others I’m doing I swear, just need to get more ideas for them!) which I can’t wait to do with my friend! See you all soon, hopefully! Just trying to get the idea generator in the back of my head to start flowing again! Love y’all!

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #mlb x batman #daminette #well in the future anyways #I wish I had her just beat up everyone but I forgot #anyways yay new fic #villainess marinette au #Mari just kicking everyone where it hurts #might make this a bit of a crack fic idk

[a-kaash-me-outside]

To distract myself from the sadness from the chap 6... whats the next atsumu fic about 👀👀? Can we have some crumbs? Pls??

IVE BEEN WAITIN' FOR THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yea so >:) the next atsumu fic that i have GOING is <3 <3 <3 called :

how to deal with the devil and it is an exes to business partners fic with atsumu and the TAGS i've got rockin so far are: previously right person wrong time, small angst, rekindling, eventual smut ft. bff cast of kageyama, tsukishima, and yachi??? <3 :) it's 7 chapters long and about reader trying to find the balance between work and flirting with her ex. <3 <3

SO YEAH ehehehe. there's THAT ONE to look forward to. <3 hope?? people are interested??? :) (i'm really trying to get both my osamu and atsumu one done by the time that twrt and not fair are DONE because they will be my monday/tuesday? otherwise, i'll release the osamu one and THEN the other one. <3)

#shut up tori #asks! #♡ woah! tori’s writing update! ♡ #dwtd!

[wufflesvetinari]

If you would like to talk about another fic, consider this your encouragement to talk about 'strange decanter'

ehehehe my trap card has been activated, this is origfic. it's meant to be a short story or novella exploring a) "utopia" and its reliance on human psychology to actually do the right thing in extreme conditions, always, forever and b) spite re: the potential of season 1 of st:disco and gabriel lorca's whole entire deal

--

He holds my gaze. “They’ll have questions for you as well.” 

“Of course. But they’ll understand our options were limited.”

His arm stills halfway to putting the bottle down. My stomach lurches; I’ve said the wrong thing.

But his voice remains gentle: like tempering the hopes of a child. “The Council weren’t on the ground with us, ██████. They may not understand the gravity of the situation.”

I can’t think of anything to say to that. My eyes slide to the wine pooled in the decanter’s tendrils. It’s left red streaks on the inside of the glass. 

Releases meant for the public cited unavoidable accidents: a quirk of the ionosphere making a one-time tactical hurricane into a hellish closed loop of atmospheric destruction. Or the enemy’s derangement virus loose in our tech, a force multiplier on the devastation. 

For all I know, most of it could be true. 

The General sighs and leans back in his chair. “It’s damn hard to maintain an Eden. Let conflict fester, refuse to face it, and you’ll bumble your way out of post-scarcity. Back to war and want and inequality.”

“Eden doesn’t sound like the right word for that kind of work.”

“Fair point. Eden is for innocents. We sift our impurities out manually.” He flicks the half-empty wine bottle. All the sediment is left over at its bottom, leaving the wine clear: the virtue of the decanter. “But you can’t deny we’ve come a long way from the barbarism of our ancestors. What else would you call a society started from seed?” He smiles wanly. “Utopia?”

In the ethics practicums, every child learns to think for the social good. How to ensure the rights of the minority and the will of the majority at once. How to recognize apologia for injustice and evil. 

How to become good. How to self-correct.

“Maybe Eden is a process,” I tell him.

The General laughs, startled into delight. He touches my wrist, then stands to get the wine glasses. “I hope not. That means you and I will never rest.”

#ahhhh self-aggrandizing war criminals #gaslight gatekeep lie on the stand #ask game #my writing

[mythica0]

So, Can you make a Tickle fic featuring Lee!Mirabel and Ler!Isabela using her plants to teach her a lesson? (Contains Feet tickling with feathery plants, vine tickling, raspberry plant tickling, tummy tickling, navel tickling, and plant licking tickling)

No snooping!

🎂: Encanto

🧁: Mirabel

🍫: Isabella

Summary : Mirabel was looking through Isa’s room to see what she got her for Christmas while she wasn’t there. (Yes I’m aware Christmas is not a Hispanic holiday) Isa finds out, and decides to do something about it.

A/N: I decided to make this a little Christmas -y I hope that’s okay! Also, wow my Encanto fics appear to be popular .(sorry this is late, it sat in my drafts lmao)

No snooping!

‘I should have another 10 minutes..’ Mirabel thought to herself.

She was looking through her sisters room on Christmas Eve , trying to find the present she got her.

….She was having no such luck.

‘It’s gotta be here somewhere’

“Ahem. What exactly are you doing, hermana?” Isabella’s voice came from the doorway.

“Ummm. Nothing! Nothing at all, hehe” The other replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh really? Cause it seems to me that you were snooping.”

“What? Me? No…” Mirabel’s voice was higher in pitch than normal.

“Uh huh. Well, I’m going to teach you a lesson anyways. Come here,” Isa replied, before using a vine to push Mirabel towards her.

“Eep!” She exclaimed , startled and nervous.

“What was the number one rule us and our familia agreed on for the holidays?”

“No snooping…”

“Exactly.” Came the Curt response as Isa started to summon vibes to squeeze Mira’s sides.

“EheheHe!” She immediately started to giggle .

“IsAHAHa! StoHOHOP! “

“No, you need to learn a lesson”

More vines were summoned, one even taking off Mirabel’s shoes in order to tickle her feet,

“HahahaHAHa StOHOHOP THAHAT! “

🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

A few minutes later, and Mirabel was frantically apologizing through hysterical laughter.

“Fine, I suppose I can let you go now.” Isa replied smugly, before releasing her plants.

Mirabel laid panting on the floor for a minute, while Isabella got her some water.

“Here, drink up. But remember, No Snooping!”

—————THE END —————————————-

#fandomshit #original #parrotwrites #lee!mirabel #ler!isabella #encanto tickles #sfw tickle community

[mollish-art]

At the time of writting this, Chapter 3 is set to realease tomorrow, and I'm sending this ask to say. If I die due to sadness/deshydration due to crying, I fully hold you responsive Mollish (/j /smh)

Now, seriously, I remember reading an ask were the person mentioned that, when "Unperson" is finished, they will a "Happy Ending AU" . Would you post a link to the fanfic if they do it?

Also, if you are into Indie games, I would recommend Hollow Knight or Shadow of the Colossus. Have a nice one!

Ehehehe I hope you survived the chapter release!

Yes - if anyone writes any spinoff fics and shares them with me, I will be posting links to them on the Fan Feature page on the Unperson website, along with all of the art and other stuff that's already there!

I've been meaning to play Hollow Knight for so long - I adore the soundtrack so much and I've heard it has a really cool story as well! I've seen a playthrough of Shadow of the Colossus and that's a really cool game too :)

#UnpersonGL

[here2bbtstrash]

#Sunday

THIS NOT FOR WEAK HEARTED

THIS IS NOT FOR WEAK HEARTED

i repeat THIS IS NOT FOR WEAK HEARTED

fuckkkkkk of all the BDSM fics i’ve read never have i been so pulled and edged like this fuckkkkkk. for a moment tho i really thought she forgot his birthday and the whole scene happening is real only to realise in the end she asked for it and it was part of a play.

the length to which she goes for, the trust between them comes from a practice even when you’ve been in a relationship for long. and just how precise and well described and well written this is goes on to tell you how well taught you’re as an author in this area.

did she dissociate at the end? or is this part of sub space ? i’m sorry i’m not aware about it. but it felt so.

Shit i was scared myself at how long she’s gonna keep this up! every act harsh and pushing to the limits but with consent and knowledge! FUCK

i almost thought he’s also going to edge her but i think he took easy at the end. or he did not because both me and reader weren’t coherent enough to grasp the reality anyway.

HOW DARE YOU USE PIED PIPER CHOKER SEOKJIN good godddddd!!!

well that was some experience! thank you really!

FUCKKKKK M FUCKKKKKK

ehehehe 🥰 writing about BDSM scenes in an established relationship is one of my favorite things, the level of trust required to be able to do something like that safely is no joke!!!

and yes subspace is.... basically a kind of out of body/floating feeling you can get from a really intense scene. it's a byproduct of the shit-ton of chemicals your body releases from something that heightened. everyone experiences it differently and sometimes you don't get there but i wanted to put it in this fic! if you google subspace BDSM you can find a lot more info on it 🤗

ahhhhh 😈 i'm so glad you enjoyed this one!!! thank u for reading and sharing your thoughts with me 💜

#anonymous #mbox 📮 #fic review #sunday #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

[likesunsetorange]

Bahhhhhhhhhh I’m so excited for this fic! No rush at all when I say this but when do u think you’ll release ehehehe

i’m glad that yall are so excited i’m super excited too!!! but all i’ll say is sooner than you think!

#bodyguard au #asks

[redr0sewrites]

14, 23, 63 for the ask game!

AAA TYSM!!!! SOOO EXCITED AB THIS EHEHEH!!!! just fyi, these questions are from this post

14. (how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel? do you draw from personal experiences?)

when writing emotional things i often do use personal experience or my own feelings, but i also do try to put myself in others' shoes too! i consider myself to be pretty empathetic (to a fault sometimes), and writing too much emotional or negative content def has an effect on me. i always make sure to space out my emotional or angsty writing pieces, and overall it can be a bit challenging handling emotions in my writing!!! i def feel what the characters feel when im writing, esp when it comes to x reader fics cuz i want to make both the readers and the characters personalities as accurate as possible!!!

23. (Best writing advice for other writers?)

WRITE WHAT YOU ENJOY. im serious, if your forcing yourself to write for a fandom, character, or anything at all that you dont enjoy it will be so draining and exhausting!!! you also are NOT obligated to obey other peoples wishes when it comes to writing reqs, trust me when i say that no one else should dictate your writing or writing style. if someone doesn't like your writing, thats their problem and if people are continuously disobeying and disrespecting your requesting rules and guidelines it is VERY MUCH OK to simply not write their requests and to set that boundary. finally, never feel afraid to write or post something if it feels too "cringe" or bad, bc the more you write the more you improve!!! keeping all those ideas and creativity bottled up inside personally made me feel so misunderstood, and i felt like i had nobody who shared my interests. thats why i personally started writing fanfiction, to feel closer to my interests and share them with others!! (also coming from a fanfic writer + reader standpoint, make a masterlist PLEASE it makes finding your fics so much easier and link thirsts as well, not just fics! i see so many good writing blogs with incredible wips or thirsts or asks that i want to read, but have only like 2 fics actually on their masterlist and it takes FOREVER to scroll and find all the posts in the archives. i just find masterlists sm easier and more organized tbh!!!)

63. (something you hate to see in smut.)

THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE OFFENSIVE OR TARGETED, JUST SOME THINGS I DONT LIEK!!! i do some of these in my own writing, dont feel bad if u do this stuff, its just my preference!!!!

now, starting off- when the story starts right in the middle of the smut with NO CLUE where the characters are, what position theyre in, whats going on, like the first sentence is like "i could feel my release building as (character) thrusted into me" HOW? WHERE? WHEN???? WHY????? WHATS GOING ON???? also, when the writer is describing a position or something but 2 paragraphs later the position seems completely different with no context whatsoever- like one second the characters hitting it from the back and the next theyre sloppily making out and rubbing their chests together??? when did they move???? also when theres like NO description at ALL ab the position, liek i NEED to know what im visualizing here😭😭😭 . an unnecessary amount of dialogue is also a no-no for me, like why yall having a discussion arent u fucking😭😭😭😭. AND FINALLY. THE BIGGEST PET PEEVE OF THEM ALL. WHEN ITS TAGGED AS GN BUT THEN THE ANATOMY IS DESCRIBED AS FEM OR MASC LIKE USING COCK OR G SPOT OR PROSTATE ITS SUPPOSED TO BE GN!!!! CAN ALSO BE WHEN ITS TAGGED MALE AND THEIRS FEM ANATOMY AND VICE VERSA, WRITERS PLSSS TAG UR SMUTS ACCORDINGLY I DONT WANT GENDER DYSPHORIA WHEN TRYING TO SIMPLY READ SMUT 💀💀💀

ANYWAYSSSSS TYSM FOR ASKING!!!! FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE, I LOVE THIS ASK GAME SM AJSJS

#writing reqs #writing community #writing #x reader

[daisyvisions]

ehehehe yay! it was 100% my goal to break daisy w/ that one so I have succeeded mwahahaha

not the way I was literally giggling like the 5 year old from hell I am when I read your response.... I love being a menace

🐈

...now the real question is- can daisy break me?

maybe... MAYBE I WILL BREAK YOU ONE DAY HUH?? especially the day I release a sunric fic without any notice??? be prepared for that...

[nialltlynch]

from the fridge: until the sky falls dowwn on me and the working for the knife (feniall version)

ehehehe the sky fall one is my One and Only foray into canon compliant pynch WHICH should make it obvious why it is in the fridge. the difficulty came from having basically two ideas 1) the outward expression of oncoming, inevitable winter paralleling the uncertainty of a relationships future and 2) ronan and adam fucking in ronan's parent's old bed and being Decidedly Weird about it. two very different vibes so hopefully you can understand my trouble. and yeah it was named after that savage garden song.

are you familiar with my aurora knife fic ?? (feniall version) is a spiritual companion piece that explores feniall and mór's relationship in a similar way. it hinges on the magical memory bag and how that... is a fucked up concept !!! i may actually finish this one since i have very many thoughts about this.

my wip fridge: the post

until the sky falls down on me

Morning arrives as usual.

Slow and tantalizing, a sudden creep of clarity in the deep night. It is early enough that the only light in the room glows off two small spheres the size of marbles caught in elliptical orbit. The flicker like natural fire but Ronan knows they are cool, almost liquid to the touch. Not that there is anything to be done in his current state. Ronan doesn't flinch as he watches the bauble graze closer and closer to Adam's sleeping face. Each pass spreads thin, gauzy shadows over the slopes and ridges Ronan has become so familiar with these past few months.

He's learned to breathe through these things.

Time eating away at the fabric of the Barns seems unfathomable. The summer had been a glimpse of unattainable myth and now here it is, the reality of it on the cusp of vanishing.In the dark it's easy to think that nothing has changed and easier still to imagine sameness forever. Ronan can remember when the thought had been terrifying. Something delicate had shifted, small increments barely noticed, until there had been no single moment when he had changed his mind except that the same fervor he'd ran from routine he now ran toward it. This is a morning like all the others. He prays it never ends.

The Adam tucked between Ronan and the familiar wooden walls of this room is the same Adam as all the other nights. Here in the slow, familiar morning, Ronan still has Adam as he remembers.

Ronan blinks as the light sparks in his eyes, the familiar warmth of the bed falling over him. His hands reach for Adam like instinct, snaking through the dark without need for sight. Fear is a constant thing  that sleeps in his body - stuck in his muscles, taking up space in his throat. He wakes each morning intensely afraid that something in between night and now might have changed irreparably. Even in the dark Ronan can feel the moment Adam snaps awake and this, too, is graciously familiar.

Adam shifts under the covers and reaches out to catch one of the light baubles in the gentle pinch of his fingers. It spins on itself, growing listless and less robust in the absence of its twin. Adam releases it. Gravity stabilizes the two lights back into delighted dancing orbit. He turns to Ronan.

working for the knife (feniall version)

I find the memory again, splintered and weaved into others that look just like it, but I recognize the crease of his eyelid. The curl in his hair. This is already done.

I hold my palm to her trembling mouth, force her to swallow the whisps of her regret.

"You're going to remember this, love, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I hold it for her. Every heavy thing. But this I will not take away. She will ask me night after night (these I will gather to be lost in the river. do not call me a hypocrite. this is not my fault) but I will not lessen her burden. She must know the pain she's caused him. Feel it even if she does not understand it. This is all I ask her to carry.

Some things are too heavy even for me.

#asks and answers #kk writing #the wip fridge

[hobbitunderthemountain]

Chapter 25: Battle

Dragons had always been a problem for those who lived in Middle-Earth. No matter where you lived or who you were, you most likely had a dragon story or two to tell.

Bilbo Baggins had more than enough for his lifetime, thank you very much.

He’d lost his father to dragons while adventuring outside the Shire and later became a parent to his orphaned nephew after a dragon attack. With the sudden appearance of dragons just north of the Shire, dwarves have been called to help protect them. One dwarf in particular takes an interest in Bilbo and young Frodo - and maybe now Bilbo has at least one thing to thank the dragons for.

Thorin never in a million years imagined he would be defending the dragon that destroyed his kingdom, but now he was defending the dragon in hopes of saving his kingdom.

#the hobbit #hobbit fic #bagginshield #bagginshield fic #httyd #OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR LMAO I'M SO SORRY RIP #as i said happy httyd 3 release #i hope this is some good therapy after going to see the movie #or maybe not lmao #omg it's so late #but fuck it #it's going up #IT'S DONE IT'S GOING OUT #also i had a lot of fun making the header for this chapter eheheh #is it kinda a spoiler for the chapter? yeah. do i care? nah. #if you saw httyd 2 you probably maybe saw this coming #maybe #lmao anyway #here we go #HAPPY FRIDAY FAM #boy does that fic summary look dated compared to where we're at in the story now

[mxthtea]

Is it okay to ask for a hanahaki disease type fic or hc between yae miko x male reader. Whichever fic or hc is good.

Thank you & have a great day stay safe everyone

ehehehe (if you want an alt ending just ask, gonna take a bit though so please be patient with that. and if you have any questions i'll answer them too ehehe)

req rules/info

yae miko x male!reader warnings: blood, coughing and vomiting (it's all flowers + blood), hanahaki au, major character death (reader), use of y/n, written before yae's release, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description:you love yae even if she couldn't love you back. the flowers tied in your throat and lungs that covering your bathroom was all you needed to confirm it. word count: 702

guuji yae was a lady of mysteries. despite what you might've known, or not known, you had still fallen for her. you had taken a job at the yae publishing house, where she seemed to act significantly different from being the guuji. her hair was stunning to you, the eye catching pink color was something you loved. her eyes were so beautiful to you too, you loved the purple color of them. you loved everything about yae. she was a lady of mysteries, but also the lady you had fallen for.

you love yae even if she couldn't love you back. the flowers tied in your throat and lungs that covered your bathroom was all you needed to confirm it.

more harsh coughs erupted from your throat as you bent over the toilet. it hurt. it hurt it hurt it hurt. it hurt so much. more sakura blooms fell from your mouth with blood mixed into it. you wanted to claw at your throat it hurt. the pain felt unbearable. even breathing felt like a chore as you clung to your knees and vomited out more petals.

as your breathing started to calm down, you sat back against the wall. it still hurt but at least you could breathe now. the pain felt insufferable. why did you endure it? why did you put yourself through this pain? was it for yae?

you shook your head absentmindedly as you stood up. the blood and petals scattered around your bathroom was an eyesore. you'd at least have to clean it before going to bed, even if it was a little bit early.

you had tried to sleep that night, keyword is tried. until you were rudely awakened feeling like something was gnawing at your throat.

"not - not now…" you hissed.

despite the reluctancy to stand, you moved from your bed and ran to your bathroom. bending down once again as you continued to cough up those fresh petals and blood. your lungs felt like they were burning, your throat felt horrible. it hurt so much. you felt like you were dying.

were you?

aratani had noticed your disappearance a while ago. it had been two days since you checked into work. where were you? she'd have to tell yae about it today. speaking of which, she'd be coming in today as well.

"is y/n not here today?" the familiar voice of the founder rang out.

aratani looked from the books she had gazed into to her boss, "ah - yes. no one has been him around in the past two days. he hasn't come to work and he hasn't been around the city either… we're starting to get worried."

"i see… and he didn't say anything about it?"

"nothing, he just disappeared one day. since you two talk often, i assumed you'd go check up on him after hearing about his well- slight disappearance."

"ah well, i have not been to his house often but i do know where it is. i'll go see him," yae said her goodbye's saying she'd be back right after.

the walk to your home was calming, despite the slightest bit of anxiety yae had over you. had you gotten sick? gotten into a fight? or worse, did the shogun capture you?

the door came into her sight as she opened it with a spare key. you kept a key under one of your plants in the front yard, a story you told yae the first time she went here. she remembers your nervous laugh as you told her about getting locked out of your own house thrice already. the door creaked over and it immediately hit her. was that the smell of blood?

it was faint, but it was there. yae's breathing picked up as she walked straight to your room. the smell got even more unbearable. what happened to you?

her search ended as she opened the door of your bathroom. dear god… the blood. the petals scattered across the floor. you were slumped on the wall, yae walked to you slowly and placed her hand against your pulse.

nothing.

"he's… gone," yae muttered.

why?

why did you leave her?

she was just starting to love you.

#tw death #tw blood #tw coughing #tw vomit #hanahaki disease #vennys tales #yae miko x reader #yae x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yae miko #yae #i always feel like i go a bit too hard in things like blood descriptions blegh #fighter - jack stauber helped me with this #like. specifically the ending part #idk it gave me lots of inspo dskjjkds #i like writing angst hh #anon #requests

[happyandticklish]

Sensitive Exploration

Notes: For the anon who requested a Hazbin fic with Angel and Alastor discovering each other’s death spot. Sorry this took so long, I had to get myself back into the mindset of the characters. I hope you enjoy the result!

Summary: Alastor has a tradition of tickling the different members of the hotel, and one day Angel decides to get him back. 

“If you just tell me, this will be over faster you know.”

“F-Fahahahack yohohou!”

Angel Dust often wondered how so often he found himself on the receiving end of Alastor’s so-called “punishments”. It was a tradition he had started a while back, after he had poked Charlie in the side and she had squeaked in response. After Charlie had sheepishly explained her reaction to him, Alastor took it upon himself to fully test the sensitivity of everyone in the hotel, as he found the subject fascinating. Not that he wasn’t aware what tickling was, of course, but it had been a long time since he had encountered the concept in a real way. It became a habit that, whenever anyone in the hotel was feeling down or being particularly grumpy that day, Alastor would tickle them until they either smiled or learned their lesson.

Charlie had been his first target, of course, and by far one of the most willing recipients. Vaggie proved to be a challenge, and Alastor only braved her wrath a couple of times. Husk had protested, but once Alastor discovered that his wings were ticklish he had quickly crumpled under his devilish touch. Nifty was simply not ticklish, a discovery that disappointed both her and Alastor greatly.

That left only Angel Dust. By the time Alastor approached him, Angel had heard and seen the other’s experiences with the radio demon and was a begging mess of giggles before the other had even touched him.

Easily the most ticklish and the most cocky of the group, Angel was the most common recipient of Alastor’s whims of fancy. He could always tell when Alastor meant to tickle him, either by a certain gleam in his eyes or a smile that was slightly more slanted than usual. There was no use protesting, but Angel did so anyway, a nervous excitement bubbling up in his voice each time. Alastor would eventually back off, once he could see the other had had enough, but he made sure to give him the wrecking of a lifetime before then.

Currently, Alastor had tendrils wrapped around all six of Angel’s limbs, pinning each one to the wall. They were inside one of the hotel’s many guest rooms, as most were unused and Alastor had wanted their time to be interrupted. Alastor was currently scribbling fingers under the first pair of armpits, while four more tendrils attacked the rest. Angel was dying, helpless cackles and squeals breaking loose as he attempted to free himself from the other’s impossibly strong grip.

Alastor was on a mission that night. He had noticed while tickling the other residents that there was usually one spot on all of them that appeared far more sensitive than the rest of their body. However, whenever he was tickling Angel he tended to go all out and thus missed each particular reaction. Tonight, however, he planned to find the other’s so-called “death spot” and exploit it for all it was worth.

“Really, it’s only going to be worse if I have to find it myself,” Alastor commented briskly, switching between light scribbles over his armpits and digging in with his thumbs. The constant fluidity of the two methods seemed to be working wonders on the spider demon who was quickly in hysterics.

“I-I’m nohohot fuhuhucking tehehelling yohohou!” Angel spat, the venom torn from his voice as his words were followed by a flood of giggles. “D-Dohoho yohohour wohohorst!”

Alastor raised an eyebrow. “My, my. If I’m not mistaken, it almost seems like you want me to tickle you Angel. Is that the case? Hmm? Did I get it right?”

The blush flaming on Angel’s cheeks spoke louder than his words. “Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“That’s not a denial.”

“Yohohour fahahace ihihisn’t ahaha dehehenial!”

“Clever comeback,” Alastor responded dryly. “Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll simply find it all on my own.” He inspected the other critically. “Now, as sensitive as your armpits appear to be, I don’t think it’s your worst spot. Do you agree?”

Angel shook his head through his laughter, though it wasn’t clear if he was denying or affirming the statement.

“I wonder… this spot always seemed to cause quite a reaction.” With a snap of his fingers the tentacles tormenting his armpits disappeared. Angel sagged, momentary relief filling him, but in the next instant hands were squeezing his hips and electricity shot up his spine. He let out a startled yelp, his struggling increasing tenfold as he fought to get Alastor away from the area.

“And my efforts reward me.” Alastor smiled smugly, kneading his fingers into the skin. “Could this be the foretold death spot?”

“Sure! Suhuhure, yehehep, dehehefinitely!” Angel agreed, eagerly nodding his head and twisting frantically away from the surge of ticklish sensations. “Juhuhust stahahahap!”

“Sure?” Alastor wrinkled his brow. “Well that’s not very convincing.”

“Yehehes ihit ihihihis, ehehehe, stahahaha—nohoho, ahaha, pfft!”

Alastor absently spidered nails over the skin of hips, trailing down towards his lower stomach, as he considered where else the spot could be. Angel slammed his head back against the wall in frustration, squirming wildly as a cascade of wheezy squeaks escaped him. In a desperate attempt to get him to stop, Angel kicked out one of legs suddenly, trying to push the other back. Unfortunately, his resistance gave Alastor an idea.

“Ah! Right. Thank you for reminding me Angel.” He caught the other’s leg in his grasp, wrapping an arm around his ankle and locking the limb in place. “I completely forget about those knees of yours. So silly of me.”

Angel’s groan at his own self-caused destruction was cut off by a shriek as Alastor squeezed the spot right above his kneecap that had always killed him in the past. Angel burst into cackles, his leg jerking violently in the other’s hold. “No, no, no, no, no, nohohohoho! Ahahahalastor!”

“Yes?”

“Ihihihi—pfft, ahahahaha, ehehe, gahahaha!”

“You must use your words, dear.” He gripped his calf, holding his leg taut and spidering his claws over the undersides of his knees. Angel squeaked, desperation rising in his movements. “I really can’t understand a thing you’re saying.”

Angel was quite possibly going to kill him after this. Or thank him. Or both.

“Well as fun as this spot is,” Alastor said, his touches featherlight and unbearable against Angel Dust’s skin. “I think there’s another place I have declined to include in this exploration. Do you know where it is?”

“D-Dohohon’t yohohou fuhuhuhucking dahahahare!”

“Whatever are you referring to?” Alastor asked innocently, but already his claws were creeping perilously close to the other’s trembling thighs.

“Y-Yohou knohow whahahat!” Angel squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable with nervous excitement. “Ahahahal, I’m whahaharning yahaha—shihiHIHIHIT!”

Angel shrieked, arching back against the wall as fingers prodded and spidered all over his thighs. He tugged desperately at each of his arms, his legs, babbling out incoherent nonsense in a useless attempt to get Alastor to stop.

“Bingo,” Alastor said, smirking.

“Fuhuhuhuck, fuhuhuck, fuhuhuhuhuhUHUHUHUhuhuhuck! StahahAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEASE!” Angel was losing his mind. His thighs had always been a kill zone, which was difficult in his line of work. Giggling in the middle of sex was not something most people were accustomed to. Not that he was particularly opposed to the combination of two of his favorite activities, but it was awkward giving out excuses afterwards. Now though, he was free to laugh and squirm all he wanted, which he did, energetically. “Ehehehe, ihihihit fuhuhuHUhucking tihihIHIHIHICKLES!”

“So it does,” Alastor exclaimed. “Astute observation. Well, I guess it’s good that you like it then.”

Angel grit his teeth, desperately wishing he wasn’t giggling like an absolute maniac so he could retain some semblance of dignity. “Yohohohou’re suhuhuhuhuhuch ahahaha dihihihick!”

“Language,” Alastor reminded him, squeezing a spot on his inner thigh that made Angel regret everything he’d ever done. “You wouldn’t want me to keep you like this forever.”

Angel’s eyes bugged out of his head at the thought as he fell into a whole new round of laughter.

As it was, he did not keep him forever but only for a couple more minutes before he finally released him. Angel let out a giggly sigh of relief, shakily supporting himself against the wall.

“That…” he panted, shooting him a glare. “Was completely uncalled for.”

“But Angel,” Alastor crooned in a way that altogether unfair. “How could I possibly resist tickling you when you look so cute laughing and helpless?”

Angel rolled his eyes, blaming the flush on his cheeks from his lack of breath. “Yeah, whatever. How would you like it if I pinned you down and tickled you whenever I felt like it?”

Angel may or may not have imagined the faint pink that tinged Alastor’s cheeks at the question. “Impossible,” he dismissed, waving a hand. “I’m not ticklish.”

“Bullshit,” Angel accused. “Everyone’s ticklish!”

Alastor shrugged. “Not me.”

“Fine then—prove it.”

“Prove it?” Alastor asked, arching an eyebrow. “And just how do you suppose I do that?”

Angel crossed his arms, leaning back confidently. “Let me tickle you.”

An unmistakable shudder made its way down Alastor’s spine at the proposition. In all fairness, even he wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. He hadn’t been tickled since he was still living, and not since he was a little boy at that. He was fairly certain he wasn’t ticklish, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

“Fine,” he said at last, calmly raising his arms above his head as though the position didn’t instantly fill him with a sense of debilitating vulnerability. “Go ahead.”

Angel had not expected the dare to work, and so was unreasonably excited at the scenario they now found themselves in. He stepped forward, placing four hands on his sides, the remaining two hanging limp by his sides and waiting for the right oppurtunity. Without any kind of prologue, Angel started quickly wiggling all twenty of his fingers against his sides and the result was glorious.

Alastor, who had not accounted for the amount of hands set against him, was overwhelmed by how unbelievably wrong he had been. He squeaked, bursting into a round of sudden giggles and attempting to somehow squirm away from the other’s touch while also not pulling his arms down or shoving him off.

“Holy shit,” Angel muttered, delight coloring his words. “You’re ticklish. This is amazing.”

“Ahahahahahaha, wahahahait, Ahahahangel! Ihihit feheheheels weheheheird!” Alastor protested, arms trembling above his head. He had completely forgotten how conflicting tickling felt, having not experienced in such a long time. A fluttery, unbearable sensation, he couldn’t decide if he wanted to rub the feeling away or have it last forever. It was truly a conundrum.

“Of course it feels weird,” Angel agreed, shaking his head incredulously. “It fucking tickles. But you know, I’m starting to feel like I can’t trust you to hold to our agreement. Maybe I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

His remaining arms reached up, securing Alastor’s wrists and pressing them and him back into the far wall. Their positions now reversed, the radio demon’s eyes widened as the true helplessness of his situation set in. Angel set in with a vengeance now, secure in the fact that the other wouldn’t fight back. Squeezing, poking, prodding, scratching, his fingers flew over Alastor’s torso in a manner that was altogether unfair and, of course, unbelievably ticklish.

“Wahahahait, wahahahait, stahahahahap!” Alastor protested, falling into a fit of laughter soon after. As it turned out, he was horridly sensitive everywhere and Angel took quick advantage of this fact.

“Why, Al? Is it bothering you?” Angel poked under his arms, scribbled fingers over his hips, squeezed the tops of his knees, kneaded his thighs, getting revenge on each and every spot that Alastor had tormented him with. Alastor yelped and jumped with each new method, wishing he hadn’t been quite so thorough in his own investigation. “Wow, you really are ticklish everywhere, huh? I can’t help but wonder though,” he said, parroting Alastor’s words from earlier. “Are these really your worst spots?”

“I-Ihihihihi dohohohon’t knohohohow!” Alastor replied honestly, desperately hoping it was because there was no way it could possibly get worse than this. He tugged frantically on his arms, shaking his head side to side in an attempt to somehow cope with the sensations.

The action gave Angel Dust an idea however. Alastor’s hair fell in his face, revealing those ears which had been a subject of fascination for the spider demon for quite some time. He narrowed his eyes, a thought occurring to him suddenly.

Leaving his armpits alone, his hesitantly scratched the soft material, his nails scratching devilishly against the spot where his ears connected to his neck. Alastor squealed, his shoulders coming up protectively as a flood of giggles spilled from his lips.

“A-Ah! Ahahahangel, wahahahait, thihihis ihihis tohohoo muhuhuhuch!” Alastor’s dignity was quickly crumbling. His chin came almost parallel to his chest as he attempted to trap the other’s fingers. “Ihihihi cahahahahan’t, plehehehease!”

“But you’re so cute,” Angel cooed, scratching right behind his ears and prompting a squeak from the other. “And I got to be honest, making you squeal like this is kind of fun.”

“YohohOHOHOHohohou—” Alastor started in angry embarrassment, but before he could get another word out, Angel moved his right hand over to the other ear as well and he broke off into staticky cackles.

“Holy shit man, is that radio static?” Angel exclaimed, fascination getting the better of him. “Does that happen when you laugh too hard?”

“STAHAHAHAP!” Alastor pleaded instead of answering, squeezing his eyes shut. “PleheEHEHEHease, STAHAHAP!”

“That’s adorable! I’m gonna have to do this more often!”

The thought was enough to send Alastor into an entirely new round of helpless laughter, and in a burst of clarity he managed to manipulate his shadows into seizing Angel Dust under the arms and pulling him away from him.

“Woah, hey, easy there,” Angel complained as the tentacles roughly escorted him on the ground. “This is prized real estate here, fellas.”

Alastor sagged against the wall, exhausted. His nerves were overstimulated from the sudden attack and he clutched his sides, trying to rub away any leftover sensation. “That was…”

“Awful?” Angel guessed, clambering to his feet. “Unbearable?”

“Exhilarating,” Alastor corrected, flushing gently. “I never realized how, ah, intense tickling could be. I can see now why you react so strongly each time.”

“Yeah,” Angel grumbled in agreement. “It’s not for the faint of heart, that’s for sure.” He paused, paling slightly. “You’re not gonna… uh, you know, do anything to me, are ya? Because you have to know I was just kidding around and I would never—”

“Angel,” Alastor interrupted. “I’m not going to do anything to you.”

“Oh.” Angel frowned. “You’re not?”

“No. In fact, I… I wouldn’t be opposed, necessarily, to a repeat of earlier if the right moment ever came.” Alastor spoke plainly as always, but there was a nervous tilt to his words now. “It is possible that I may have enjoyed parts of it.”

Angel stared at him, sure that he was imagining things. Was the radio demon, the terror of hell, actually admitting to liking being tickled? And revealing this information to him, Angel Dust, no less?

Before he could formulate a response, Alastor was moving past him and down the hall, calling out to Nifty and Husk at the bottom of the stairs about some new idea or renovation he had for the hotel—acting as though he hadn’t just admitted the biggest revelation of Angel’s life seconds before. After a moment, Angel returned to his room as well, though Alastor’s words never left his mind for a second.

Life was much different in the hotel after that.

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