#did i tweak and poke this this whole day

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

💘~Let me see you~💘

Genshin men brushing your hair away from your face.

Ft. Itto, Diluc, Xiao, Tighnari

Tags: long-haired!reader, pre-relationship, huge crushes, fluff, meet cutes, a little gaslighting for flavor, flustered dorks, extremely PG here just sweet torturous pining.  Note: I'm back! If this looks familiar than it probably is. Other than a few tweaks, this is a repost from my old blog! I will be posting my old stuff and working on new things too! Enjoy!

Itto

Listen…. This man’s impulse control is ZERO. So reaching out and tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear was never a second thought.

Itto has always been a touchy person. You are no stranger to being included in elaborate handshakes, crushing hugs, palm aching high-fives, and the occasional holding of the hand while he leads you to the next bout of mischief the gang is getting into.

This touch tho….. was so much softer than you've ever thought the oni capable of. You'd question whose hands they were if not for the soft graze of Itto’s long pointed nails.

It's not weird unless you make it weird...... Please don't make it weird.

If you point out the gesture, he insists that he was just helping a homie out. Bro is DENSE, absolutely clueless that he has a big ol' crush.

Everyone in the Arataki gang was dying to know what would happen next in the newest adventure novel from Yea Publishing House. This volume of the popular story had just been released and if they weren’t quick enough it was bound to sell out! Sure, it was only going to take a couple days to restock but the spoilers were guaranteed to be all over the streets by then. Itto was at the forefront of the line, insisting the whole gang camp out early to snag one. It became evident that this is where the Oni’s foresight had ended. The rowdy bunch was standing in front of the seller when the realization had hit; you were all too broke to get copies. In an act of impulse desperation, you had the bright idea to ban together. One by one, members emptied each of their wallets of what little mora they had. You could hear the grumbles and complaints from other people waiting in line as you quickly added it all up. Shinobu would definitely scold you all if she there and not caught up in ‘cool ninja stuff’ as Itto calls it. You proudly announced it was enough for one volume.... and a couple snacks.  Overall, a complete success in Itto's book!

“Great going Y/N! We have the next volume of ‘I Stubbed My Toe And Became A Vampire Magical Girl In Another World’ AND we have enough tri-colored dango to go around! See? What did I tell ya? We keep nothing but the best here in the Arataki gang!” The oni bragged with the widest grin stretching from ear to ear. He laughed as he wrapped one beefy arm around you and punched the other triumphantly in the air. Itto’s energy was contagious and soon even you were also holding the book up and exclaiming with the others just how much the Arataki gang rules. 

Broke and happy, the ban of hoodlums cheered for their victory and gathered on the beach. You’ve learned a thing or two since joining the Arataki gang, like how to get comfortable almost anywhere. You handled getting the bonfire going as Mamoru was already poking sticks through lavender melons. The rest of the guys were off grabbing makeshift seats like stumps or big rocks. It didn’t take long since this was far from their first rodeo. Once the fire was big and healthy, Itto boisterously bestowed upon you the honor of storyteller. The boys eagerly sat around the fire to finally enjoy the fruits of their labor. You chuckled at his antics and dove right into the first pages. You barely registered how Itto diligently chose the closest seat and hung off your every word. Everyone was a great audience, ooo's and ahh's were always right on cue. 

The main character just discovered their newest magic vampire power and were heading into the heat of their latest battle when…. you froze. The words on the page stopped computing as soon as you felt a feather soft touch on your skin. Tentative fingers swept across your forehead and lingered for just a moment behind your ear. You must have been so caught up in the excitement that you didn't think to tie up your hair. It was spilling over your face while you were reading. When you glance over, you are met with Itto's complete and utter attention. His intensely crimson eyes are locked on only you, listening intently with a relaxed smile across his features. He looked at ease and entirely oblivious to the fact that he just made your heart skip a beat. 

"Boss you can flirt with Y/N later! The big fight is about to happen!" Genta complained loudly, followed by agreeing groans from the rest of the boys. 

"Pffft flirting?!?!? I was just looking out for my bud here! As a responsible leader of this crew its my responsibility to-... to make sure Y/N doesn't get hair in their mouth and choke! I just saved their life! It’s foresight like this that makes me qualified to be the head honcho around here!" Itto's ramblings got louder and more confident with each word, thoroughly doubling down on his point. The Oni stood at full height and began spewing his facts about the serious dangers of choking and the statistics of deaths by hair per year, most of which you were sure were untrue. 

"Ok! Ok boss! Sure, please can we get on with the novel?"  Akira groaned, not fooled for one second, but wanting so badly for it to end. 

You put the bumbling man out of his misery and cleared your throat loudly. Itto’s ego was stroked enough and took the hint to settle down. The man reclaimed his spot next you without a fuss, his dopey smile returned yet again. You attempted to cover your heated cheeks with your book and willed yourself to forget the tingling on your skin where Itto's touch had lingered. You shook your head up clear your thoughts enough to get comfortable once again. There were still the final chapters to get through and the show must go on!

Diluc

LET ME TELL YOU! This man has TOO MUCH impulse control.

Diluc is so well-versed in etiquette and would never carelessly reach into someone's personal space without permission. Unless it’s a FIGHT. 

Something about you makes all that etiquette go right out the window. He is doing it before he can think himself out of it. 

He would scold himself for overstepping and possibly making you uncomfortable. He apologies earnestly, ever the gentleman. 

Internally flustered, but hides it a little too well. Composure is this man's bread and butter after all. 

Is acutely aware of the fondness they have for you. He often busies himself with other matters to keep from dwelling on it too much.

To say you bit off more than you could chew would be an understatement. The sack of potatoes you bought from Springvale looked deceptively light before. In your rush to get back to Dawn Winery, you didn't even think to use a wagon or bring any help. You were sure Adelinde was going to be so disappointed at how late you were. 

As the newest maid, you were eager to prove yourself. Everyone at the manor was nice, but Master Diluc seemed particularly reserved with you. The master of the house was quite friendly at first, often sharing a few conversations with you as you cleaned around his office. You deliberated whether it was the vases of flowers you switched out in his office. Cecelias just seemed to brighten up the place more. Or maybe it was when you arranged his meals to resemble cute animals sometimes. But you only did that when you notice him having a particularly rough day! Ugh, he must think you're so unprofessional.

You let your thoughts wonder as you miserably carried your potato’s. Soon you felt your steps become sluggish and a slight tremble in your arms, signaling you couldn't go much further. The winery was still another half mile away but you had no choice. You slumped down in defeat on a near by rock. You were sure definitely going to be fired for this, how careless of you to not think ahead. Even if Diluc disliked you, you really enjoyed your time at the winery and getting to know everyone. You hung your head in shame, praying that you at least got to say goodbye to the rest of the staff before getting kicked out the manor. 

"Y/N? Are you hurt?" A hand cut through your curtain of hair that blocked your view of the approaching figure. Gingerly, the gloved hand guided the strands away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. Diluc was crouching in front of you, his intense gaze scanned your features for discomfort. 

"Master Diluc! No I'm alright! I'm so sorry I-" You quickly explained your situation and tried to stay focused while Diluc's gentle touch lingered on your skin. He seemed visibly relieved to learn you were unharmed. It was only then he noticed his encroachment. The man jerkily retracted his hand and leaned away to give you some space. The red haired man seemed alarmed for but a moment before clearing his throat to recompose himself.

"My apologies, I heard you gone alone to Springvale and had still not returned. This path can be dangerous when it gets late. I saw you crouched over and I thought.... Regardless I apologize for my boldness.” Diluc stated awkwardly. Despite his shyness, he still looked every part of a prince when he stood and offered you his hand. 

“Thank you for being concerned.” You smiled and took his hand. “I’m just lucky to have such a thoughtful master! There was no need to come all the way out here for me.” You lied through your teeth and turned to attempt to lift the sack once again. Diluc cleared his throat and visibly clammed up once more. Wordlessly, he lifted the potatoes in your arms and began walking back to the winery. You tried insisting that you could do it, but he stubbornly declined and refused to meet your gaze. It was quite endearing to see the confident master of the dawn winery made such a bashful gesture. Perhaps your boss didn’t dislike you as much as you think....

Xiao

Be nice. Dude doesn’t understand the intimacy of the gesture. Why are you suddenly acting so strange? 

Xiao was just annoyed that it was in the way. As a man of action, it was only natural to moved it. It is nothing more.

He wasn’t going to let a strand of hair keep him from looking at your face. Why is that such a big deal? Why are you red? He’s just telling you the truth.

Nah, it was you and your mortal reactions that is making him flustered. It was you staring at him with those big cute mortal eyes that’s causing this. It has to be, there’s no other explanation. (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss)

Is either clueless or refuses to connect the dots that he likes you a lot. Its probably a mixture of both.

Working at the Wangshu Inn came with a few perks and stargazing after your shift was by far your favorite. The view, sounds, and atmosphere were wonderful. And it wasn’t just anywhere that you also get a quality companion to share it with. You had just settled in and laid the two plates of almond tofu next to you. It took but a few moments from when his name left your lips for Xiao to appear. The stoic man wordlessly walked over and took his usual seat nearby. Routine took over from there but getting to this point was akin to pulling teeth.

Xiao was annoyed when you initially took a liking to his vantage point. The adeptus could see all the surrounding hillychurl camps from the spot you insisted on sitting at for hours. He took no joy in intimidating humans, but his looming presence usually worked to deter mortals from he didn’t want them to be. Imposing aura or not, everyone has to share. You stubbornly stood your ground and stated the roof was plenty big enough for the two of you. Xiao would never resort to physically moving you, therefore was forced to relent. He remained out of sight but you sometimes caught glimpses of him when he would arrive there first. You couldn’t help the small inkling of guilt in your chest from forcing the other out of the spot. You really didn’t mind sharing. As a peace offering you began to leave small gifts behind. Sometimes they were small trinkets, some folded origami, or occasionally fruits and other snacks. When you saw your gifts still there, you would simply take it and replaced it with something else. It took nearly two months but when you returned to see your gift gone for the first time, you couldn’t help but smile the rest of the night. It became like a habit, not unlike befriending a crow. 

Learning Xiao took a liking to almond tofu was the real game changer. You made your best effort to cook the dish yourself, cutting no corners. When you left the meal box there you expected it to be like the other gifts that disappeared into the night. It was a shocking to see something in return the next day. It took only a few more days for the yaksha to finally cave and joined you. He primarily insisted that you didn’t have to keep making your offerings. You laughed when the realization hit you. You spent the last months quite literally making offerings to an adeptus, praying for forgiveness. 

Over time, the company became expected on the rooftop and the silence was comfortable. When conversation was sparked it flowed naturally and cemented an unlikely friendship. Although friendlier, Xiao could still be blunt and dismissive at times. It happened especially when he became frustrated with understanding mortal’s ever changing customs.

“You can’t just hold people’s faces like that!” You squeak, hiding your burning face in your hands. 

“I wasn’t holding your face. I was moving your hair away, its blowing everywhere. I can’t even see you when its this windy. You should be wearing it up so I can look at you while you’re talking.” Xiao responded defensively but his tense tone didn’t match the words leaving his mouth. It especially contrasted the way he had used both his hands to smooth down your hair on each side, pausing to look back into eyes. When his stare hadn't let up, you were the one to break away. Your heart was damn near about to beat out of your chest. 

“That’s something that.... lovers do! It’s embarrassing in this context.” You try to explain, noticing his frustration. Xiao’s eyes widened just a tad before avoiding eye contact altogether and crossing his arms.

“That doesn’t make sense. Just forget it happened then and keep telling your story about the inn guest.” The yaksha stated, grabbing his plate and turning away as he listened. The moon was just full enough for you to spot a small dusting of pink on Xiao’s ears. You decided to show him mercy and didn’t push it further. After all, it would probably take weeks of offerings for him to forgive you for teasing him.

Tighnari

No sweat. Doesn’t even bat an eye at the physical contact. He’s just being practical.

It doesn’t stop there. This dude will give you a whole up-do. It’s dangerous to keep your hair loose like that in the forest. He’s seen plenty of cases.

Your safety comes first and foremost. As soon as Tighnari notices it obstructed your vision he is on it. He’s surprisingly good at styling it too. Its not unlike braiding ropes and vines.

More insistent than normal on the matter. He claims it’s because you’re still relatively new to the forest. But other forest watchers may beg to differ.

He considers you a good friend, but it does confuse him when he notices these odd waves of protectiveness. It’s something he’s going to have to research further before coming to any solid conclusions. 

There is extensive in-depth training that each forest ranger must go through before being allowed to step foot outside the marked trails of the Avidya Forest. It was grueling, but totally worth it when you saw you were finally scheduled for your first real patrol! As part of training, Forest Watcher Tighnari was assigned to accompany you and show you the ropes. You meticulously poured your lesson notes and made sure you had all necessary equipment on hand. Tighnari was the best there was and there was a part of you that really wanted to impress him. He was sure to quiz you right? There is no way he would let someone into the dangerous parts of the forest without being sure that you knew your stuff right? Nerves were definitely getting the better of you.

In hindsight it was quite silly to have worried so much. Tighnari was surprisingly easy to get along with and not afraid to get straight to the task at hand. As the week went on, you eagerly accompanied him on his routes and witnessed first hand just how brilliant the forest watcher was. 

You didn’t expect how down to earth the revered Chief Forest Watcher Tighnari turned out to be. It was common for him to go off on tangents and lectures here and there, but it never felt like he was just trying to flex his knowledge or question yours. He was kind of excitable in that way, and you couldn’t help but find it quite endearing. You picked up on the quirks that indicated that was become accustomed to rangers spacing out while he talked on and on. Tighnari even seemed surprised that you had follow up questions about the topics he was just rambling on about. His ears were always a dead giveaway that he was caught off guard. Even someone without a big ol’ stupid crush would have found it cute. 

The tall fluffy ears in question may or may not have added to your carelessness on this particular hike. Perhaps it was why a tiny little branch sent you tumbling down into a ravine. Later you would be corrected that the ravine in question would more accurately be labeled a gully, though that specific fun fact was far less welcomed. 

“Y/N?!? Are you alright? Don’t move, I’ll be right there.” Tighnari called out urgently and hurried over to you. 

“I’m okay. I don’t know how well you can treat a bruised ego though...” You called back. Attempting a joke to hide how embarrassed you felt. It wasn't your smoothest move. Tighnari was there in moments to help you sit up. His nimble fingers began untangling your hair from your face so that he could to get a better look at you.

“This isn’t a time for jokes Y/N. That could have been a serious fall.” You've heard this tone before. It was usually reserved for reckless forest visitors or rangers that didn't heed his instructions and cause trouble. This was your first time being on the receiving end and to make things worse you looked a mess with twigs and dirt covering you from head to toe.

“I know. I’ll be better next time.” You replied dejected. Tighnari managed to brush your hair back to take a look, but your eyes darted anywhere else while he examined you. 

“You're lucky enough to walk out of that with just a couple minor abrasions. Just be careful alright?” Tighnari concluded, his tone softened considerably. You braved yourself to sneak a small glance up at him and he offered you a comforting smile. “Although, I do have an inkling of what caused you to misstep in the first place.” The forest watcher continued.

“And what would that be?” You asked far too quickly. The only way you were ever going to admit to ogling over your boss’ cute fluffy fox ears was over your dead body god damn it! 

“Having your hair loose at this length can prove quite hazardous while paroling. I must have overlooked it before. Here, come sit I think I have a solution.” A careful hand guided you over to a nearby log. Next you felt the small tugs and pulls of the remaining twigs being dislodged from your hair. Tighnari was gentle but efficient while he worked behind you. 

The ambiance of the forest made the silence quite enjoyable. It became so relaxing you could fall asleep if you wanted. You probably would have too, but you became hyper-aware each time Tighnari's gloved fingers brushed past your skin. After some time he announced he was done and you reached behind your head to feel what you could only describe as an intricate braid leading down your back.

“Wow! I didn’t expect.... thank you!” You said, in awe at his handwork. 

“All in a day’s work. Come on we should be heading back before dark.” Tighnari led the way back to the trail. “And uh, watch your step.” He added with a sly grin. You rolled you eyes and chuckled at the playful sass. There’s plenty interesting specimens to learn about in the Avidya Forest and you were sure you just found your favorite. 

<A/N: Thank you for anyone still here support my little writings! Replies and feedback always appreciated as I'm starting again from scratch!>

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[ellitx]

teachers day anon (that's my name now ig) : prof. venti cockwarming listener while he tutors her for her upcoming exam? this has been lingering in my mind nonstop and i just had to share this ehehe

masterlist

warnings: nsfw, teacher-student relationship, fem!reader

Venti guided your hips, lifting your skirt to reveal your lacy panties for his hungry eyes. Settling you to sit between his legs, his hard cock poked through your clothed entrance.

You sat snugly on his lap, drawing out a pleased moan as you leaned on your professor’s shoulder and delighted his ears with your sinful music. His fingers, underneath your skirt, slid your panties aside, pushing his cock inside your clenching warm wet walls.

"S-sir..." You moaned before playing the next piece of music on the piano, moving your body into his lap to rub your soaked pussy against him.

His fingers danced against your hips as he whispered, "Are you sure you'll be able to focus for your rehearsal with my cock inside you?" His calloused fingers circled to your neck and kissed you passionately. His cock filled you up, stroking it slowly as your pelvis moved up and down on his lap.

“Ah, ah, ah. I won’t let you move until you finish the piece without errors.”

It wasn’t long before his index finger snuck its way beneath your bra to find your nipples, tweaking your perked buds, pinching and twisting them that had your tummy tightening. The feeling was heavenly, especially when his hands were cupping your breasts and massaging them gently. Most likely his way to relax you (and him) after a tiring day.

“Th-that’s unfair,” you whined, letting your fingers press against the keys. The music echoed within the big empty room and you heard Venti hum approvingly from behind, carefully observing your fingers roam across from one key to another.

You were close to concluding the piece, but an ear-deafening chord ruined your music. The chair screeched and you leaned forward, your head hanging as you panted heavily.

He just did not thrust against you. You clenched your fingers so tightly restraining the urge to bounce on your professor’s dick and fuck him senseless.

It’s unfair! Why does he get away with this when his dick is practically hard as fuck, his tip pushing deeper in your womb while you’re not allowed to move?!

Venti was pinching your buds again to tease you, making you buck harder on his lap.

“What’s wrong? You have to start from the top again, [Name]. We don’t want to hear any wrong notes during your performance.”

Your pussy felt too good on his cock, how the heck is he not fazed by this? You closed your eyes tightly, your ears trying to block out the sounds distracting you.

Just finish this piece and then Venti will reward you. That’s it. That’s your main priority and you won’t let him off this time! Your pussy can take a break once the test has been finished.

Wiggling your fingers, focusing on your professor’s soothing voice guiding you toward the last note, you bit your lower lip and started over from the beginning.

Pushing your sex to go harder, hoping the tempo will make you climax soon. It didn’t help that every nerve in your body screamed at you to get off your sexy teacher. How do you think the other girls in school will react if they knew their gorgeous teacher fucked one of his students’ brains out?

With a sigh of relief, your song ended on a soft C chord and Venti removed his hands from your breasts, which ached and yearned for more attention from him.

“Can I ride you now?” You asked, your whole face covered in deep pink as you fiddled with your skirt. Venti smirked, his teal eyes glinting.

“Who am I to say no to my favorite student?”

#teachers day anon #anon ask #ellianswers #venti x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact venti #venti brainrot #genshin impact venti x reader

[ellatoone7]

Two whole weeks (Alessia Russo x Reader)

You had just gotten home from work when the news broke, "Alessia Russo is out for the upcoming England games." You panicked as you grabbed your phone quickly dialling your girlfriends number and anxiously waiting for her to answer.

You didn't have to wait long when instead your front door opened revealing said girl. "Oh my god, Alessia." You greeted her at the door cupping her cheeks and scanning for injuries worried that her career would be put on hold for a while.

"Are you okay? I heard the news and tried to call but.."

"Hey, hey, hey! Shhhhh, Darling I'm fine." Alessia desperately tried to calm your racing mind as she held you close to her. "It's just precautionary, a little tweak in my ankle they want to keep an eye on. It's nothing serious, I promise."

You sighed in relief as you tucked your face in her neck inhaling her comforting perfume that you adored. "I'm sorry you have to miss the game. I know you were looking forward to it." Alessia chuckles placing gentle kisses to your temple.

"You know what I am looking forward too?" You lift you head to meet her gaze, "Spending two whole weeks with my favourite girl in the whole world."

"Ella's not going to camp either?" Alessia scoffs playfully before poking your sides, you giggle before pressing your lips to hers in sweet relief.

Alessia shuffles you both over to the couch before flopping down and pulling you on top of her as you both giggled.

"Here's the plan..." Alessia mumbles between sweet kisses, "We are going to throw on pitch perfect." You pull away breathlessly before giving her a serious look, "Which one?"

"All three of them.”

"I like how you think. Then what?"

"Then...we'll go for a walk with Rubes…speaking off where is she?"

"Upstairs a sleep."

"Right! Then we'll grab some takeaway and just chill for the rest of the night."

"And by chill you mean have sex right?”

"Mmmmm..that sounds way better than just chilling." You bite Alessia's lip before kissing her nose and climbing off her.

"Okay, I'm making some popcorn because last time you broke the microwave."

"Not my fault the microwave was made so weirdly." You giggle before skipping into the kitchen, "Get the movie ready, yeah?"

"You got it!'

…

After your movie marathon you decided to go wakes your little puppy for a walk, "I feel bad waking her up.”

"The exercise will be good for her, love. Trust me I'm a footballer." Alessia had an arm wrapped loosely around your waist as you made your way up the stairs.

"Really! How did I not know you were a footballer."

"You just have missed it. It's not like I'm gonna every second day for training or anything."

"Ahhhh! So that's where your going, I always just assumed you were sneaking out to see your mistress."

"No I save that for the weekends."

"Smart."

You both laugh as you make your way into your shared room, cooing as you see your small puppy dozing at the end of your bed.

You and Alessia had decided to get a dog a few months ago, you wanted to take the next step but you weren't ready for kids just yet so you decided a puppy was the next best thing.

Said puppy had just undergone surgery a few days ago and was obviously still feeling the affects of the drugs as she would normally be racing around the house.

"She's so cute." Alessia cooed as she scratched behind the golden retrievers ears, "Looks a bit like you Less."

"Awww thanks, babe."

"I was simply referring to the fact that you sleep with your tongue hanging out too."

Alessia shakes her head as she tries to contain her laugh,” You are something else."

"Shhh, I'm trying to wake our daughter, Alessia!"

"It so weird hearing you say my full name."

"Why?" You give her a questioning glance before racing her leaving Ruby to sleep a little longer.

"I'm just so used to you calling me ‘Less' or 'Lessi’ you barley ever call me Alessia.”

"Do you want me to call you Alessia more often?”

"No, no. I love when you call me Less. Just was observing, you could call me other things as well you know.”

You raise your eyebrows at the suggestive tone that seeps into her voice, "I swear to god if you want me to start calling you Daddy or some kinky shit then you can walk out the door."

Alessia's laugh echoes through the house as she pulls you closer while kissing your neck, "It sounds like you want to call me Daddy."

"In your dreams, Alessia." She chuckles before placing kisses against your cheek, "Okay let's wake up this little princess."

You gently pick her up and watch as her brown eyes blink slowly, "Hi, pretty girl. Want to go for a walk, yeah, yes you do.”

The little retriever licks your face as she regains consciousness, "Less will you take her while I go grab her lead."

"Course, darling." She places a kiss on your lips before taking Ruby out of your hands, "How's my favourite girl, you get a good sleep."

"Your favourite girl? I'm standing right here." Alessia covers Ruby's ear, "You know your my favourite." She mouths as you playfully scoff, you make your way down the stairs as Alessia slowly follows you.

…

"Are you sure your not upset about missing camp. You were looking forward to playing the U.S." Alessia just throws you a reassuring smile while squeezing your connected hands.

"I promise I'm not upset, plus I have faith in the girls." You nod before adjusting your scarf, you glance over at your girlfriend and can't help but admire how beautiful she looks in something so simple.

Alessia was wearing baggy jeans, a white jumper, a beige coat that fell mid thigh and white sneakers. She also had a pretty gold necklace that you had gotten her for her birthday and a few rings adorning her fingers.

A grey beanie sat on the top of her head, the combination just made her look so soft and huggable that you couldn't help but walk closer to her while wrapping her arm around your waist.

"Cold?" You nod before kissing her cheek, "Let's get some hot chocolate."

"Ugh, finally!" Alessia throws you a confused glance "I was waiting for you to suggest that. Look exercise might be you and Ruby's thing but it is certainly not mine."

Alessia chuckles before pulling you impossibly closer, "You are ridiculous."

"Can I be ridiculous with some hot choclate please? We can even get Ruby one of those pupachinos or whatever they are called."

Alessia is already dragging you to the nearest cafe, “Don't have to convince me."

…

Ruby was out cold after her long walk and treat, you weren't too far behind her as you threw yourself down on the couch.

You were tired after the walk as you wrapped yourself up in a blanket, all you wanted to do was watch the TV, eat and cuddle.

Alessia could read your mind as she pulled out the just eat app while flopping down beside you, "Another pitch perfect marathon?"

"You know I could never say no to Anna Kendrick."

"God, I forgot about that."

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #woso imagine #woso #engwnt x reader #woso imagines

[toastybugguy]

Dude tell us ab the LR Descendants AU that sounds so fun I would like to hear the infodump

DUDE. Dude.

okay so this is a jumbled mess bc honestly this just started as an excuse to make silly little animatics in my head to my silly little songs LOLZ. BUT. I’m an idea man at heart. So here’s just a bunch of loosely connected ideas (that you can probably poke a ton of holes in). Just do what I did and take whatever you like and RUN W IT

- The VKs are Marcus and Skylar because Marcus is obvi and Skylar being evil was fun…. and also!! I think they should b friends!!!!

- Was pondering making Oliver and Bree the other VKs to fill out the cast and so I can unite my power couples and let them all be evil together. There is no real conclusion 2 this pondering bc I couldn’t decide which version I liked more AUWGh

- All the big baddies are on the Isle, so Douglas, Krane, Mr. Terror, Annihilator, Giselle, etc etc you get the gist

- Donald snuck the rats off the Isle where Douglas had created them before it descended into chaos and was closed off, and they now go to Auradon Prep where they continue to pretend to be average students

- People in Auradon know about bionics, but only the context of the Isle, so the general association is bionics = bad

- Leo takes the place of Ben, he helps keep their secret under wraps and coaches them on how to blend in

- Davenport constantly prepares them for the worst case scenario, telling them they have to keep their secret at all costs

- Bree tries her hardest to pretend she IS a normal student, hoping one day she’ll just forget that she isn’t. She never asked for this in the first place. She hates that she has to feel different at all.

- Adam doesn’t understand why it has to be a secret. He’s pretty sure if they told the truth and explained it to people, they could help others see that they’re not so bad. Chase is always telling him it’s “not that simple.”

- Because Chase is high strung. Really, truly, high strung. He doesn’t want to know what would happen to him or his family if everyone found out they’re like the people on the Isle. He doesn’t want to mess up whatever’s going on with Kaz by revealing he’s a freak and has been lying this whole time. He also doesn’t know when he also started resenting the “different” part of himself.

- Kaz and Oliver are their friends and have seen them doing weird unexplainable things before, but Leo lies and says it’s because they actually have superpowers

- Great, another thing to lie about!

- At least we get that Leo + Kaz + Oliver friendship that we all needed

- Attempts to integrate and rehabilitate the Isle and Auradon begin with bringing in VKs to Auradon Prep

- Idk what the balance between the Descendants universe and the LRMMEF universe is here so the wand is either the same or it’s the Arcturion or some weird mix of both. Anyway it’s The Plot Thing.

- Rats have REALLY got to hide their secret now bc tensions are high and they don’t want to be associated w the VKs

- Oliver and Kaz are truthfully on the fence about the ordeal because they used to know Skylar before things went bad. They want to believe she’s not beyond help but they also know the things she’s done since the Isle was closed off, and they aren’t sure just how far gone she is.

- Conflict is v family centric w other interpersonal conflicts mixed in

- The rats have to choose between risking the safety of Auradon or risking being potentially hated and ostracized by their friends and peers in their attempts to appeal to Marcus and Skylar

there’s??? too much and yet too little to say abt this bc again. Really Great Idea Man, less good Execution Man. and still I’m not sure which version of the VKs I like more bc it would sort of make sense for Oliver to be a VK since his mother is on the Isle and I like the idea of Skylar meeting Bree and being like “hey. fuck all your inhibitions. everyone sucks so why not just go be evil.”

but THERE IT IS!!! PLS add on or build off this or tweak it or whatever you’d like!! It’s been bouncing around in my brain and I watched Descendants 2 last night so yes we r thinking. Also, I wrote most of this in my notes app at like 1am while sick as balls so this probably makes even less sense than expected. Just know this is how my brain looks on paper.

bonus stuff I’m tossing in (mostly just to talk about the soundtrack teehee):

- Pretty sure this whole thing started because I thought Did I Mention was so flamebrain coded. I’m still right about that btw.

- If Only is also very much Chase inner struggle moment

- One way that I get to still have the 4 VKs for Ways To Be Wicked is that I pull the same trick they did in Descendants 2 and the whole number is all a daydream in Marcus and Skylar’s heads. Camera pans out and they’re both just like “sigh… wish they were evil and gay for us… oh well, time to go make them worse.” This is me eating my cake and eating it too.

- I don’t know WHEN or HOW Chillin’ Like A Villain would ever be plot relevant but it made me think of Skylar and Marcus talking to Oliver (the crisis that would be for my poor boy. someone help his sappy ass). Anyways it’s just a good song listen to it RN.

- okay yes I know that technically it’s a song from Z-O-M-B-I-E-S but LET ME HAVE THIS bc if you skip like the first 20 seconds of context in Someday - Ballad… it’s very marliver 2 me. Imagine they get their shit more figured out off screen and just get to be cute n stuff except Marcus still has to lie about not being evil ouuGhuhhggggh. It would b funny.

- One Kiss is also self indulgent marliver with identical setup to Descendants 3 (despite the fact that that movie was…ahem. i mean it was definitely a movie) bc I LOVE that song and HELLO the inner conflict of wondering if true love’s kiss even applies to you because you’re an android and what if there’s no way to save him, what if you’re not even capable of loving him like you think you do?? (but then Oliver wakes up, and it’s the best answer he could’ve gotten <33)

- Good Is The New Bad from Wicked World doesn’t have anything to do with anything but I’m saying right here and now that it is TOO catchy

- also Evil (from Wicked World as well) has been on my Marcus Davenport playlist since the beginning. needed to be said

#ask bug #the ramblings of an absolute mad man!!!! #just a silly little thing I have WAY too much fun thinking about #cool and creative people out there pls tell me ur cool and creative thoughts #lab rats #lr #descendants #lref #mighty med #davenfam #flamebrain #kase #chaz #spacespeed #brylar #marliver

[ramblyngrobyn]

Juvenile (Pkmn/Prsk crossover) Prologue notes extended

Okay! So! This is the start of a little big something I've been sitting on for a while. For the last several months (since at least April 2023) I've been occasionally poking at this ever-expanding AU in my phone's notes, adding ideas for story beats and things to do with the characters and world. I always figured I wouldn't actually turn this into a real thing and figured I'd just keep it to my own imagination but the brainworms eventually won, so here I am!

Uh, so I don't know how "good" this is gonna be? Hell even this first chapter I'm already worried that maybe I tried to do too much at once. As I was writing a lot of extra ideas hit me for how I could better build this as a solid foundation of the rest of the story. I wanted every scene to like, matter, yknow? It might just straight up be too long! But any time I considered cutting a scene just to make things more brief I was like "no, no, I need that part". I could have also cut it into multiple chapters but it's the same amount of content so like, what would the point be. If you're wondering, the break points for a 3-chapter version of this would have been Mafuyu showing up at Kanade's place and Kanade seeing the others off at the train station.

Right off the bat, the prologue is a bit different tonally and I wanna talk about that. There's not a super high saturation of Pokemon stuff in this opening! I hope that isn't too weird considering this is a Pokemon AU! I wanted to ease Kanade into it before dropping her in the deep end for the last chunk. When the next chapter hits, we’ll be in full on Poke-mode. This chapter also has a handful of more serious moments, which is par for the course since y'know, Niigo. I actually cut out or edited some bleaker moments because I thought they felt out of place, lol. It's gonna get a lot more consistently lighthearted from here, I promise! (Mostly!)

I have the broad strokes of this story outlined, both in written notes and a map that I scribbled out. I don't have all the details in-between locked in, I'm being flexible there, but I know where I want this to go and generally speaking what I want to do with the whole cast.

I'm not aiming for anything super profound with this, and I have no practical experience in long-form storytelling. Hopefully that doesn't bite me in the butt too hard. Going forward, some chapters might end up being mostly choreographed action, some might be the characters sitting around talking for a few thousand words. At the end of the day, this is just me having fun with my favorite characters in one of my favorite fictional words. I'm trying to not think so hard that I corner myself.

On that note, I think it's worth noting up front that this is very much my version of these characters in my version of Unova. Not in a "my fic don't like don't read" kind of way but like... you might not agree with every choice?

For the most part character origins will have to be built from the ground up, though as you can see from this first chapter I've tried to keep bits and pieces from canon that I think naturally fit. Niigo's origin story is honestly pretty easy to write and intuit around considering they first met remotely. And while I did do a lot of expositing in this opening I think that instead of every character getting an airtight, perfectly laid out backstory, I'll leave some things to the imagination.

As far as the laws of the Pokemon universe goes, it probably goes without saying that I definitely won't be following strict rules from the games. Some Pokemon might end up learning moves that aren't in their learnset, for example (or at least, if they make sense for the Mon in question). Some moves and abilities might have their function tweaked for this context, or I might go for a different interpretation of how the move manifests physically. There’ll be Pokemon that have more than literally four moves. Stuff like that. I'm inserting some headcanons, some ideas that I think fill in gaps in the world building, and there'll be a lot of changes to the design of the world. I joke to myself that this is a "post-globalism Unova", because there's some locations that are really different, a couple totally original locations, and Pokemon here that don't show up in Pokemon BW/2. You could call it "anime logic" if you want, I just think loosening the rules makes things more interesting and fun to write and read. 

One more little nugget: In case you didn't recognize it, the title is from the Jin song made for the Project Voltage collab! It's my favorite song so far from the crossover, it makes me feel so many things. It just felt like a perfect fit for this story vibes-wise, as well as a fun coincidence since I’d been imagining Kanade with an Eevee for months beforehand.

I may run out of steam eventually, but I'm publishing this first chapter because I'm currently feeling fired up about it. Even if the current enthusiasm wanes over time this'll be here for me to poke with an update whenever I want.

I'd love for you to join me on this silly journey, and I hope you can enjoy it!

[thetoxicgamer]

Villains to champions: Evil Geniuses complete meteoric VALORANT rise with VCT Champions win

Today marked the end of the inaugural Riot Games-sponsored season of the VALORANT Champions Tour, with hometown favorites Evil Geniuses defeating a team of stubborn Paper Rex players to claim victory. EG surprised everyone by skyrocketing through the VCT Americas standings and changing their team’s own destiny one game at a time, ultimately resulting in a historic victory for North American esports as a whole. In a hotly contested rematch full of chaos, incredible mechanical skill, and decisive teamwork, EG ended up on top, winning the final 3-1 and snatching the 2023 VCT Champions title, as well as the $1,000,000 USD prize with it. https://twitter.com/ValorantEsports/status/1695577897392877713 “We’ve had a lot of fun this year, poking the fire and being villians,” said EG coach Christine “potter” Chi in the post-match press conference, citing above all that if anyone remembers anything about this run, it’s the hard work and dedication she and the team have put in. Across the VCT season as a whole, EG faced adversity at every turn in 2023, with a continuously shuffling roster and rumors of unsatisfied players circulating during the early parts of the season. The team is one of the only franchised teams with a significant number of bench players—enough, in fact, that they have an entire reserve five-man roster. This unorthodox approach to the team caused not only bad public reception for EG, but also sent them on a hefty loss streak as they continued to tweak their roster and playstyle during the main VCT season. With the addition of Max “Demon1” Mazanov, a star Jett player, things suddenly seemed to click into place just in time for EG’s season to not be lost completely. After their Cinderella run at Masters Tokyo, EG was the decisive number one seed in the Americas and came into Champions with renewed vigor. From brash interviews to excited outbursts on stage, EG quickly earned the title of this year’s villain and embraced it. Nevertheless, EG was at a disadvantage going into the grand final. As the lower seed, the team had just played a best-of-five match against Brazil’s LOUD the day before, and they also were at the mercy of Paper Rex’s map picks. Kelden “Boostio” Pupello was unfazed, however. “I would rather play that best-of-five yesterday,” Boostio said when asked about coming off of the five-map series.”More impressions, more followers on Twitter, more playing the game in front of fans. It was really sick playing the game yesterday and it’s just been really fun.” The final VCT series of 2023 began on Split, a map that was clearly chosen by Paper Rex to set them up early for a series advantage. However, this strategy backfired. PRX normally excels with their signature aggressive strategy that puts star duelists Ilya “something” Petrov and Wang “Jinggg” Jing Jie onto Jett and Raze respectively—their signature agents. But on the other side, EG had two formidable forces of their own. Throughout Split, Max “Demon1” Mazanov and Alexander “jawgemo” Mor continuously crushed their opponents. Demon1 finished the map with a whopping 41-percent headshot hit rate, and jawgemo even outplayed Jinggg, who has been dubbed the best Raze player in the world. More surprising than these individual performances was the team coordination that ended up flipping the classic narrative of Split, a map long known for being the hardest map to attack in the game. Yet with these two teams, their defensive sides actually were the problem, and EG prevailed on attack to win 13-10. PRX is known as a team that starts their matches slow, often coming back to reverse sweep their opponents like they did in the VCT Pacific League grand final. The match was anything but over, and EG stayed focused. On Ascent, PRX pushed back against one of the stars that EG has relied on during the entire tournament: Corbin “C0M” Lee. C0M’s Sova performances have been a standout part of all of EG’s matches over the last few weeks, with some teams even pivoting their compositions around utilizing the Russian initiator. https://twitter.com/ValorantEsports/status/1695547723527913942 PRX’s success on Ascent can be attributed to their incredibly unorthodox composition that featured a Reyna, Harbor, and Viper. Unlike on Split, things turned out better this time around, and PRX won Ascent with a close 13-11 scoreline. Moving on to Bind, EG displayed a masterful performance against another unusual PRX composition that shifted something onto Breach and Jason “f0rsakeN” Susanto onto Yoru. The composition was clearly targeted at shutting down Boostio’s Chamber, though it never came to fruition. PRX’s coach Alex “alecks” Salle was visibly frustrated by his team’s lack of production, falling to a 13-5 scoreline. Lotus brought EG one step closer to completing their full redemption arc, and the team’s in-game leader led his team to perfection while also capitalizing on his individual success. His team was coordinated, reading PRX’s strategies like a book and fighting back with clever rotates of their own. To top it all off, Boostio secured the 20th ace of the 2023 Champions tournament, breaking the record for the most aces at an international VALORANT event. https://twitter.com/ValorantEsports/status/1695568911331451367 Despite heroics from something, EG remained composed and dominant until the end, winning Lotus 13-10 and the series 3-1 overall. Many people have doubted EG this year, but clearly, the team had a vision that resulted in them taking home their golden trophy. As VALORANT’s off-season arrives, we’re likely to see major teams begin to shuffle players ahead of the next VCT season in January 2024. Read the full article

[blorbologist]

3, 7, & 19 for the weird questions for writers ask game :) <3

Answered 3 here!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

I really get a huge kick from things coming together! Be it a scene just unfurling from my fingers with great emotion, or tweaking one sentence and finally it all works, or sorting out a plot snarl. There's a satisfaction to getting it right, and then getting to share that and see that emotion echoed in others!

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

Well, I was a weird kid ijnkntrkn, my brother and I lived a ways away from most of our friends, the one computer in the house was for Dad's work bar an hour or two, and the TV was usually occupied by our mother. So we spent our days running around and making shit up in the woods (namely fake dinosaur documentaries), telling dramatic stories with our toys and, once we got into school, reading books.

Once we had more access to the computer, I got into RPing Warrior cats and built up my first skills there with those friends, and of course making up fanclans. Had a whole thing where my friend, brother, pet cat and I became Warriors for my main fanclan of the day KNTHKNRTN I think all kids have stories inside them, and want to share them. I think my first real piece of fanfiction was a little post-ending but pre-epilogue Hunger Games thing of Peeta having a panic attack? Or that's what I consider my first fic. It's probably buried in my old laptop somewhere deep.

Over the years I've written here and there. A Fullmetal Alchemist 'where are they now' HC splurge fic. Some Fairy Tail stuff, including a huge angsty Fallout AU I had. My first AO3 fic was for the She-Ra reboot when the ending made me sob in relief and joy, 10k words in ~24 hours in the start of the pandemic. A few CR fics here and there, but nothing substantial. Writing for fun was hard. Really hard.

I think the biggest bump along the way was a slow crawl into a gambling addiction. Fun lil game got its claws into me and sucked my entire soul dry - why bother writing or drawing when the rush of RNG gave me what my brain wanted far more easily? It sucked, it really fucking sucked, and I'm still working off the credit card debt slowly but surely. (It's hard to bring up, but I figured it might do someone good to hear it).

After I quit, it's like I had found the energy and muse I had as a kid, writing thousand-word replies to my friends' RP posts, or huge lore docs about a Pokemon story idea I had with my brother. It was incredible - I'd started writing Courage is a vintage not long before (I think I might have posted it a month prior?) and got involved with the community on here. The amount of joy I got, from exchanging headcanons, from seeing people enjoy what I produced, getting to poke at these characters and see them unfurl, it got something going. And then I started working on One for sorrow, and doing prompt games, and... here I am!

As for where I'm going? Two for joy is on track to finish in the next few months and have its last chapter + epilogue posted within a week-ish of One for sorrow's first chapter. I've written 350k+ words of content since last June, and I'm happier than I've ever been. Maybe part of it is due to where I am in life - doing research, honest to god research, with a cool lab and taking walks daily and getting harassed by my kittens - but I firmly believe part of it is due to this community.

Where I'm going next... well, you know. Can't wait to share it with everyone else ;3

Weird questions for writers ask game!

(I'm answering between bouts of preparing a presentation, so sorry if these take a while to get to!)

#ask game #my writing #personal

[jreynoldsward]

Writing accountability post # 3 and some thoughts about serialization

So this was the week that things kinda fell apart.

Hey, sooner or later I knew I would have a bad week. I got some words down, but there were a couple of days that were more about doing other things and not getting words down.

Mind you, some of those things that I did were important, after all. One day that ended up with several lengthy phone calls with husband and friends. One day of managing problems with an online insurance payment. Several days of grogginess due to body aches because of medicine hangovers.

Stuff happens. It's just the way it is.

On the other hand, I managed to get A Different Life: Now. Always. Forever. uploaded to Amazon, Draft2Digital, and IngramSpark. I made the full wrap cover for the paperback. That whole process took a big chunk out of one day, but now the book is uploaded and in pre-orders for the February 7th release.

I finished enough of Federation Cowboy to get ten episodes uploaded to Kindle Vella. It will start releasing 3x a week on Tuesday. Now I just need to get several more big chunks written so that I can focus on other things, like creating marketing plans for the year. Setting up accounts as part of my promotional plan. Planning the fantasy series, or at least beginning some sort of planning so that I can start work on it in a month or two. Fiddling with Pinterest and Post.

The Goddess's Vision books are not going to be serialized. I may change my mind at some point, but right now, Kindle Vella is for work that is partially visualized and is my incentive to get that stuff finished and out in the world. If bonuses end in March, as rumored, then it will be less of a priority. I just don't seem to have many readers there. Martiniere Stories is pretty much committed to The Cost of Power for 2023. Though I've had some interesting little twists pop up...such as well, I might end up doing more with the Zingter nanos (which will start showing up in the serial version about March). I've come up with some thoughts about just how Ruby manages to implement mind control vocals in this world without formal training and programming, and it's all tied into Zingter. Ruby in this universe may also start seeing the multiverse-traveling digital thought clones at about the same time as Gabe--and this universe's Philip becomes aware of them very early, especially the version of himself that is aggressively attacking other versions of Gabe and Ruby in other universes. And...influencing other versions of Philip to go over-the-top.

But this is more of a fanfic project (yes, I consider writing alternative versions of my own world to be fanfiction, maybe my ultimate fanfic).

Federation Cowboy is also taking some significant twists from the original plan. It's going to be interesting when I start balancing the serial work with non-serial work, because what I am really starting to like about serial work is that I can work on one thing for a while, get ahead of required episodes for several weeks (if not months), and then work on another project while letting that one simmer. I think it's actually causing me to create more meaningful work because of that simmer stage. I'll not completely leave a serial project alone--I'll go back and poke at it, tweak what's already been posted (but not post revisions, serial work is rough draft only), and let the brain chew on what I have in progress.

Having stories be drafted in a serial form with set release times is actually kinda freeing, really. I can say to myself, "well, I'm this far ahead on this project, so I can turn my focus elsewhere" without losing precious momentum. It's very interesting and different. Hit a roadblock on one project? Well, with enough of a publication cushion, I can switch out to something that needs advancing. The Substack schedule is once a week while the Vella schedule is three times a week. I'm doing much more drafting with Substack, while with Vella, I'm poking at already-written stuff that just needs to be extended into something that is at least novella-length.

With non-serial projects, though, there isn't that sense of accomplishment when I've written enough to upload for publication. I have to plug straight through the rough draft, then the first revision, then get it out to betas, then revise again.

Will I be able to do both, or will I break down and serialize the Goddess's Vision books?

We shall see.

#writing accountability #serial novel #Goddess's Vision #Federation Cowboy #Kindle Vella #Substack Fiction #the cost of power #Martinieres!

[livinonaflyingcarpet]

#druck #mohammed razzouk #omar mahmood #mohammed x omar #momar #druckedit #moje tvorba #i can't stop i won't stop #did i tweak and poke this this whole day? maybe so

[mavrintarou]

Suna's Camera [6]

Here's the second to the last part... cutting close to baby boy's birthday.

Warning: mentions of period; explicit description

Fifth part

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You groan, awaken by someone snuggling against your neck and familiar hands groping your chest from beneath your shirt.

“Rin?” you mumble, fingers threading through his wet hair. “Did you just get here?”

He kisses along your jaw and looks down at you, “I came inside, took a shower, and you were out cold the entire time.”

A tired yawn escapes you and he chuckles, kissing your lips softly, “sorry I was an asshole earlier.”

Your period arrived and for the first time, you understood why all some girls want during their menstrual cycle is chocolate and cuddles from their boyfriend.

You messaged Rintarou what he was doing and asked if he could pick up some chocolate and feminine products for you.

[Tarou] What happen to you’re going to leave me alone. Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. Just let me be during those days :P

Fair enough, you did say that to him.

[You] don’t worry, I got it then

He messaged you throughout the day and you gave him simple response if not none.

[Tarou] are you mad at me? Why aren’t you replying to me? [Tarou] I got you some chocolate, a ton of chocolate. And one of each feminine product on the shelf because I don’t know what you need.

Rintarou rolls over, pulling you into his arm, “please don’t be mad at me, I’m sorry.”

You snuggle closer into his naked chest. “I’m not mad, I just slept the whole day and didn’t see your text messages.”

He wiggles against you, “stop rubbing…”

Something pokes your abdomen.

You pull away, looking at him. “I – I can’t…”

“I know,” he groans, face burying against your temple. His hips ruts against your hips, feeling for any kind of friction. “Can… we try something?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “what are you up to?”

“Can you suck me for a second?”

You push him on his back and scoot down. His bulge is straining against his boxer briefs. With a tug, his cock sprang free.

You lick along his cock, lapping it before taking him into your mouth.

“Okay…” he breaths, “enough…”

You pull away with a string of saliva trailing. He pushes you on your back, kneeling in between your legs and tugs off your sweatpants only. He scoots down, face close to your crotch and you reach for him when he catches your hands. “Trust me.”

You watch him kiss the insides of your thighs, nipping and licking. Small red marks along with teeth marks imprinted on your skin.

He sits up and holds both your legs, straighten them.

“Keep them together, okay?”

You press your thighs together as requested, and he lifts himself up on his knees. He hugs your thighs, pulling them against his chest and something presses between your thighs.

Your heart thumped against your chest seeing the tip of his cock pushing past your thighs and disappearing as Rin begins thrusting in between your thighs.

His breath is rugged, and he pushes your shirt up, exposing your tits. “Touch your tits for me.”

You palm your tits, squeezing them gently since they were sensitive. Your thumb and pointer finger pinches and tweaking your perky nipples.

His cock becomes slick with each thrust, arousing you surprisingly. His hold around your legs tighten as he snaps his hips faster and harder.

Rin grunts, pushing his cock past your thighs and ropes of white ribbons spills over your chest.

Your thighs press, squeezing his cock.

“That was hot…” he breaths, combing his hair back.

He reaches for his phone and hand the phone to you, “take a picture, please?”

Your nose scrunch in distaste but you snap a photo of the mess he made.

“What are you going to do with all these photos?”

“I have an Instagram account for it.”

Your eyes widen and he laughs, kissing the inside of your ankle. “Just kidding, it’s all for me and when I’m away.”

He drops your legs and tucks himself back inside his boxer briefs.

You reach for the box of tissues, and he takes it from you, wiping you clean.

He drops beside you, pulling you close. “Can I ask you something?”

You hum against his chest.

“How come you don’t ever post any pictures of us on your account?”

You pause, you weren’t one to post in general on your social media. “I… guess I don’t like to?”

It was quiet for a second before he asks, “are you… embarrassed of me as your boyfriend?”

You pull back, looking at him. “Suna Rintarou,” you stare at him in disbelief. “You are a professional volleyball player and has over a million followers… and you think I’m embarrassed of you?”

“I saw you do post on your Instagram, but you don’t ever share any photos with me.” He chews on his lower lip, “I share photos of you on my account.”

You gaze at Rin silently, realizing that you didn’t have many photos of you two together because he’s always the one taking pictures.

You lean to kiss his lips. “I’m sorry. I like to keep my personal life private, but I’ll do my best to share some photos of us here on.”

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> > > @callmeraider @amarinthe @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @julfdm

E/N: For sure, one more part and it'll come out on 1/25 :)

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna rintarou #suna scenarios #suna smut #suna rintaro scenarios #suna x you #suna rintarou smut #suna series #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro #suna x y/n #suna x reader #simping for suna rintarou

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I may be hella afraid of birds but that wont stop me from making this.

Injured wing

The poor thing was in the balcony of the apartment. Making sounds and flapping their wings at ferocity to try to take flight again as you watched in pity.

Taking a warm towel from the dryer, your boyfriend's one since it was the comfier to be exact, you picked up the squirming little brow winged creature and took inside. You didn't had the heart to leave it out there, especially due to the snow.

While taking things out of cabinets, you didn't noticed your phone buzzing with the notifications of a certain... top hero calling you.

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"A nightingale." You mused as you read on the internet what type of bird was now having fun on bathing on q small pot of water and singing to its heart content "How adorable!" You gushed as it shock out of the droplets of water as you carefully put a sorta of a tiny sling on a popsicle stick to mantain its feather that seemed to be broken stood on place.

"Sorry buddy, guess you're gonna have to stay like this for some time." The bird seemed to calculate your words before tweaking as you giggled at its cuteness.

That is until you heard the door opening and clicking shut.

Fuck. Keigo.

You grabbed the bird delicately and put it on a box filled with a soft towel and placed on your bed before going to open the bedroom's door to see a soaked wet, hair flat and worried hero with a frow.

"Is this some sorta of revenge or what? I was worried sick (Y/n)! You weren't answering your phone so I thought something happened." You picked your phone in confusion.

"You did?" Shit "oh..."

"Yeah. 'Oh.'" He crossed his arms before sighing cupping your cheeks "Why did you stood me up? I thought we were going to have dinner together on that restaurant."

"God!" You face palmed "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry Kei!" You whined as he let out a chuckle.

"Is fine. Although I would like if you compesate for m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you both froze when a couple of chirps were heard. You analyzed his expression and soon giggled in nervousness at seeing his wings puff up in alarm.

"Was that.. was that a chirp?" He yed you, his pupils dilated as you took a step back with a smile.

"I.. I dont know? Maybe they are out there singing." You rolled your eyes and sweated when he towered over you as you kinda protected the nightingale inside the box with your body.

Yet the chirps intensified...

"There is a bird in here." Hawks more accused than asked as you giggled in nervousness once again.

"A bird? Why would a bird be-" the nightingale manage to escape the box and tweaked at both of you "...here."

"What is he doing in here?" He asked, if you didn't know Keigo enough, you could assume he was... unpleasant.

That's why you were so hesitant on showing the little nightingale to him in the first place when he showed up. You werent blind, and knew Keigo had some bird attics that showed up here and there. It wasn't as frequent as it would be however he was resting if the commission hadn't somehow put their hands on it. But Keigo didn't hold much strings around you. So... you could clearly see that your boyfriend wasn't happy when another one of "his kind", especially a male, he could tell somehow it was a male by the chirping dont ask why, was beneath the same rooftop as him with his partner alone.

"Is here because he is injured Kei, he needs some treatment." You cupped your hands together for the nightingale climb in it as Hawks hlardd holes at the little thing.

"Take him to the vet or something kid, this ain't a clinic." You flinched at his words but still remained strong.

"No I am not." You said "I dont know if they are going to sacrifice him or not Kei, I cant take chances."

"Do you even know how to take care of a bird in the first place dove?!" He asked, hands up as his wings puffed even more which made you snort and arch an eyebrow at him as the fella in your hands chirped.

"Well, I do have some knowledge of wings. And have to take care of one on daily basics." You giggled at the expression of shock and insulted Keigo did before walking off and leaving him groaning and sulking at knowing you wouldn't get rid of that street bird...

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"Keigo Takami." He froze when he heard his full name coming from your mouth "Put that phone down. That little bird is going to stay until it gets better." He did just as you said with an eyeroll before pouting in anger at seeing the bird at your shoulder.

That's his place to put his chin on and snuggle your neck with his face. His.

"And you have to carry that thing whenever you go now? That must suck." He tried to joke, leaning with crossed arms on the kitchen counter as before his face completely fell as you simply chuckled and said it didn't bother you at all.

"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief before grabbing his mug taking a few gulps before you widened your eyes and giggling "What are you laughing at?"

"Is just that mug was full of water early and maybe our little friend may have took a bath in it." Your boyfriend stood up so fast and soon you heard disgusting noises of vomiting .

"For god's sake KEIGO I WASHED IT!"

"I DONT CARE THAT THING SHOULDN'T BE BATHING ON MY STUFF WHAT THE HECK?!"

You sighed, waiting for your boyfriend to be back as you feed the little bird with some seeds carefully, soon being met with Keigo, still brushing his teeth.

"Drama king." You chuckled as he groaned "You know he is not a thing Kei, is a nightingale."

"Great knowing it." He said with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting into the trash, saying something about not dirtying his bathroom with other birds germs or something.

He looked at you a bit in defeat at seeing you feeding the bird as you noticed his wings drooping a bit.

"What is wrong now bird brain?" You giggled at his expression.

"You should be feeding me ... your boyfriend." You snorted before picking a sunflower seed and showing it to him.

"I thought you didn't liked this stuff?" Yoh asked cheekily as he groaned.

"There is chicken, takoyaki, nuggets heck everything that I eat!"

The bird chirped and you nodded thoughtfully as he stared at you in confusion.

"Cannibalism. I agree."

"Oh cmon I thought we were over this..." he sighed before getting something from the fridge as he scowled at the chirps following after.

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He glared at the bird chirping a song as you hummed in delight at the sound, staring lovely at the nightingale.

"Oh cmon Kei!" You poked his cheeks which was puffed "You have to admit is a amazing sound! Nightingales are famous for that!"

"Hawks are famous for other things too y'know?" He grumbled before widening his eyes at seeing you werent giving him attention, instead grabbing your phone and recording the nightingale's chirping.

"Hm? What did you say Kei?" You looked up at him with that smirk which made him scoff and stood up with crossed arms and going to the kitchen.

You stiffled your giggled, going to your pouting boyfriend and hugging him lovingly after putting the injured bird back to safety.

"You're really jealous huh?" You carresed his chest as he breathed in and out, cheeks red at being so obvious about his feelings.

"Is a form of flirting birds singing to their mates. That little shit." He mumbled, earning you a laugh that made him smile as feeling you peppering kisses all over his neck and jawline before he caught your lips with his.

You broke apart with a goofy smile as he chuckled before deadpanning at hearing chirps before puffing and straightening his wings on all glory before shouting at the nightingale:

"GO GET YOURSELF A PARTNER! THIS ONE IS TAKEN YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

You never laughed so hard in your life. A sound that, for Keigo at least, was far more beautiful than any chirping, singing or melody on this whole world.

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After a few days you saw Keigo's hatred for the nightingale easing slowly but surely. Yet you never thought that coming home late on one of Keigo's day off, you would see your boyfriend, layed on the couch with a finger up holding the bird he claimed to hate it and whistling some similiar tone along with the nightingale's chirping.

You stared in shock yet awe at the look of your boyfriend directed to the bird as the sounds came out of his lips before chuckling.

"Your wing soon will be better by the looks of it. Isn't (Y/n) a great nurse?" He mumbled, a sadness deep down on his gaze as he saw the bird clapping the wing that wasn't wrapped up "You got freedom and my dove's attention bud, how could you and (Y/n) not expect me to get jealous?" He chuckled sadly as you frowned, walking slowly towards him, pretending to not overheard his monologue.

"Hey pretty thing, back already?" His cheeky smile was back as you looked at it in awe before kneeling in front of the couch he was layed on and kissing him deeply, making him close his eyes in bliss and pull you closer with his free hand by the neck.

You broke apart as he panted with a glossy yet pleased look. Ignoring the chirps for a bit, you carresed his golden looks as he closed his eyes with a smile.

"Redeeming yourself for giving attention to this bird and not me for these past few weeks?" He murmured happily yet drowsily as you giggled and kissed his forehead softly.

"You could say that bird brain." You stopped for a bit, hearing him whine miserably for you to get back, cupping your hands for the bird to get in.

"Cmon..." he whined, arm dropped over his face as the other rested on him until he felt you tugging on his shirt.

"Just get up lazy, I'm giving you all the attention you want." At this, you saw his golden eyes practically glow in bliss as he stood up as fast as he could.

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He stretched his arms as he sitted up on the bed. Hair untamed and eyes unfocused until they dropped on the bird that had exited his box and was flapping both of his wings. Both.

"Huh. You look all better." He smirked as he felt you shift and rest your chin on his shoulder with a drowsy look.

"Who is better?" You mumbled before he pointed at the bird jumping and trying to take flight.

"Your friend there." You squealead as hs chuckled, grabbing the nightingale in one hands as he unwrapped the the made up sling as he waited patiently for the little fella to flap its wings and fly just a few centimeters above his palm.

"Cmon dove." He ushered you to follow him on the balcony as he had a gentle hold on the nightingale "Go little buddy, being stuck on a unknown place forever isn't goog for anyone."

And with a little movement of his hand, the nightingale took flight with beautiful chirps that made you smile but soon look at your boyfriend with a sad smirk as he watched the little bird fly away.

It wasn't sadness because he got attached to the nightingale. It was because that, even a small bird as he, could be free and not him. A grow up man that had a partner but was still caged by the comission...

You carresed his arm before hugging it and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek which brought his attention back to you.

"How about some hot cocoa my handsome? You still got some minutes stuck with me until you go to work." You said softly in Hope's to cheer him up.

He looked at you in some sorta of shock before chuckling and bringing you close enough to him to hear his heart beat and feel his warm yet chapte lips on your forehead.

"Being stuck with you is the only way that keeps me going to be honest."

#hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks #keigo takami #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfics #bnha heroes x reader #zuffer writings

[noctumbra]

❝sleepy❞

summary ─ “peaches,” bucky murmured, longing and desire dripping from his voice.  “you’re such a dangerous little thing,” he whispered.

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, consensual somnophilia, cockwarming, sleepy sex, morning sex, pet names, we are back on our dad’s best friend bucky shit babyyyyy

a/n ─ sooooo there you go, a peaches kinktober entry eheheh it’s been a while since i’ve written anything for peaches and i missed writing the softness *cries* all the mistakes are belong to me, i’m sorry sdjkfhsj hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY: dadsbestfriend!bucky + consensual somnophilia + cockwarming

Inside the bed was warm, cozy and soft; she realized when she stirred from her sleep.

The thick duvet was wrapping her so perfectly that she sighed as she buried herself deeper in it; the sleep was still clouding her mind. She could hear the howling wind outside briefly, could feel the freezing cold if she were to stuck her foot out of the duvet. She smiled in her half-awake state. She loved these kinds of weathers: They allowed her to stay in bed and be lazy.

The arms around her tightened a little like a reminder.

Ah, she thought. Also to get cuddles. Yes.

Bucky was sleeping soundlessly behind her; his hair was a mess, and his stubble was darker this morning, she realized. He had a thin, body-hugging long-sleeved t-shirt on him and his softest sweatpants. She wiggled in his arms, pressing her body against his even more. She loved being able to wake up to him in the mornings, loved being cuddled up in his arms. She wished they could do this every day, but her parents were a big show stoppers.

She heard him hum lowly. “Why ‘r’ya wigglin’ aroun’for?” He rasped, voice thick with sleep still. She sighed almost inaudibly.

“Wanna be closer to you,” she murmured sleepily. Bucky hummed again, this one was a satisfied one. He rubbed his warm body against hers, stirring her body to wake up even more. She chuckled softly as she let him practically lay on top of her.

“We’re close, honey,” he whispered, placing a kiss on her now exposed neck. She sighed happily, very much enjoying the alone time she finally had with Bucky.

It was Bucky who suggested it; he mentioned a winter vacation after your finals. He said that they could go to his cabin and relax and enjoy the snow. Steve and Sam agreed, but at the last minute, they had to postpone it for a week.

“Don’t let us stop you two!” Sam had exclaimed. “She doesn’t get out and have a change of air too often! Her break is short, too, so why don’t you guys go ahead and we’ll join you in a week?”

It was probably the best idea her Papa has ever had.

“Hmm,” Bucky murmured, he was more awake now. “You’re happy,” he observed. She nodded as she hummed approvingly. Bucky kissed her neck, his hands roaming all over her warm body lovingly. “May I ask why?” She just shrugged, eyes closed and body loose; sleep was still present for her.  

“Peaches,” Bucky murmured, longing and desire dripping from his voice.  “You’re such a dangerous little thing,” he whispered. She just hummed, her eyes were closed, and Bucky knew she was about to fall asleep. His arms tightened around her even more like it was possible, molding her body according to his. His sweatpants were doing even less than minimum to cover his hard-on. Bucky didn’t mind because they were alone and there was no one to interrupt them.

“Peaches,” Bucky called out softly, hearing her let out a sleepy sound, he rocked his hips. “Can I, baby? Please?” His nose poked her jaw, lips moved against her skin. She hummed approvingly, murmuring a very sleepy ‘go for it’. Bucky kissed her neck, and then bit it gently.

Purring, eyes almost black from the lust coursing through his veins, Bucky drew one of his hands back to undo the strings of his sweatpants. He lowered them to his mid-thighs quickly and brought his hand to her panty covered core. He stroked her through the thin fabric, causing her to furrow her brows slightly and murmuring something unintelligently in her pillow. Bucky kissed her shoulder as he pulled her panties aside, revealing her already wet core and rubbed his cock up and down to cover it with her juices.  

“God, honey baby,” Bucky growled into her skin silently. His eyes were closed and lips parted. Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up; sliding inside of her in one smooth move of his hips. Thigh muscles jumping from the sudden warmth and pressure around his cock, Bucky grunted. His hands were now on her breasts, softly squeezing and playing with her nipples.

He started to thrust slowly; hips moving at a lazy pace, Bucky watched her sleeping face. She looked so peaceful and pretty in the mornings, all sleep-soft and adorable. Bucky loved waking up to her for this specific reason. Having a lazy, sleepy sex in the mornings, though, was new, and Bucky was loving that one so far, too.

The slow pace was driving Bucky crazy gradually; he could hear every rustle of the sheets and slick sounds that her pussy was making with each of his move. Bucky could feel it in his bones that it wasn’t going to take him too long to come; his thigh muscles jumping and tightness on his balls were the first signs of it. Bucky groaned deep and a little louder than he intended to.

Stopping, he checked that if he woke her up.

She was still sound asleep.

“Shit,” he whispered, “Shit, shit.” The right amount of pressure around his cock and those slick and warm walls squeezing around him rhythmically were coaxing him to the edge nicely. Bucky heard her hum when he couldn’t stop himself to rock his hips up a little hard. He did again, when he saw that she wasn’t waking up or disliking it, and again. The sweat was beginning to gather on his forehead, he could feel his t-shirt sticking to his back.

“Oh─ fuck, ‘m─” Bucky panted, her walls were literally trying to milk him with how tight they got.

“Mmm,” she murmured as his pace and strength he put in his thrusts increased. “Mmm, Bucky?”

“Yeah, peaches? You likin’ it so far?” He asked, voice raspy. She nodded into her pillow, hugging the fluffy thing close. Bucky smirked darkly. He sneaked his hands under her t-shirt and started to tweak her nipples without a fabric in between.

“Ah,” She moaned, chest arching up into his fingers. Bucky held her tight and close as he started to slam inside her; his cock moving hard and fast, no trace left behind of that lazy pace. “Yes, yeah, mmm! Sir!”

Bucky moaned loudly in her ear. He felt her hands slide in his hair, tugging the strands harshly. Gasping, Bucky bit down her shoulder. She threw her head back, her breath fanning over his cheek now. One of Bucky’s hands moved to her now bared throat and placed itself there casually.

“Ha-harder,” she moaned, totally awake now. “Please, sir? Go harder?” Without saying anything, Bucky complied. Hips started moving faster and slamming harder, Bucky squeezed his hand around her throat, knowing how much she loved when he made it hard to breathe for her for a little while.

He listened to her choking on a moan that got stuck in her throat, her muffled moans and groans and whimpers. Each sound was driving him closer to the edge, and he knew he was going to come very soon.

“’m close, babylove,” Bucky panted. Sneaking his free hand into her panties, he toyed with her clit. “Come with me,” Bucky almost begged, “C’mon, honey, c’mon, peaches, come with me.” She whimpered; one of her hands grabbing his wrist while the other was placed on the back of his thigh. Her hips were bucking up against his fingers.

“Come,” Bucky snarled as soon as he felt his balls tighten and cock twitching. His thrusts were moving with an insane pace; balls hitting against the slicked skin and obscene sounds were filling the room. “Come,” he snarled again. “Come, now.”

Scream getting stuck at the back of her throat, her back arched and hips pressed against his even more as she came. Bucky groaned loudly when he felt her walls tightened around him like a vice and came, too. His come was painting her walls and filling her up, Bucky’s whole body twitched.

Both of them kept their position as they tried to get their breathing in order. Bucky’s cheeks were flushed, eyes still dark, while she looked gorgeously debauched. When Bucky made a move to pull out, her nails dug into his thigh.

“Don’t, please?” She whispered, “Stay in me,” Her chest was heaving slightly. Bucky swallowed a groan and nodded. He could do that. He would do whatever she wanted from him, both of them knew that.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Bucky agreed. “I’m staying.”

Sighing and humming, burying themselves in deeper even more, they cuddled under the thick duvet; warm and sated and in love, and then fell asleep in each other’s arms, smiling.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #dadsbestfriend!bucky #kinktober 2020

[leetotters]

Hi! Can I ask for a long sugardaddy mob Tom fic? You’re first like blurb kinda did it for me ☺️☺️

mobsugardaddy!tom holland x reader

warning: daddy kink(he's a sugardaddy here lmao), curse words, oral (male recieving)

summary: basically request just short😔

"Don't you fucking come near her again" Tom spat on the man's bloody face colliding his fist to his swollen eye one last time, he gripped the man's jaw making him let out a groan at the mob boss firm hold. "Don't go touching things that don't belong to you" Tom gritted through clenched teeth as the image of the man in front of him attempting to grope your ass played in his mind once more. Tom roughly drew his hand back, pushing the man's face to the mucky floor, he instructed his right hand man Harrison to finish up for him, knowing you would be fretting why he was taking so long.

Tom exited the back door of the pub, pulling out a handkerchief from his suite wiping the blood from his fists and knuckle, mumbling profanity words when he noticed his knuckles were bruised red. Tom made his way to his car, where he was met with the sight of you laid back in the car seat scrolling through your phone, your dress hiked up displaying your red thong that was surely doing a poor job covering your cunt.

Tom opened his door, sliding in his seat as he pulled his seatbelt over his chest, pressing the start button. "Hey babydoll, sorry for taking so long daddy had.. some business to deal with" Tom knew better than to tell you what he was doing, he knew you didn't mind his choice of work but he was smart enough not to get you involved.

You nodded your head acknowledging Tom, you kept your eyes on your phone screen skimming through dresses and jewelry you wanted Tom to purchase for you. "Ohh look at this Daddy" you gasped at the ivory satin dress with corseted details that exposed a fair amount of cleavage to Tom, he only smiled at you resting his hand on your thigh pecking your plump lips, "Looks lovely doll, you should add it to your cart" You beamed saying a soft thank you as he clicked the plus icon.

"So where are we going now" You inquired setting your phone on your lap, pulling Tom's hand from your thigh interlocking your fingers together, twisting the silver rings that adorned his fingers. "I was thinking that Italian restaurant you wanted to try" Tom answered pulling your hand to the steering wheel as he circled around the road.

"Yes let's go there, the menu is a bit pricey though" You stated earning a hearty laugh from Tom, "M'sure I can manage the bill darling" you rolled your eyes at his cheeky response but broke out grinning knowing he wouldn't give a damn about the cost.

After your extravagant dinner you went home your stomach full with the delicious full course dinner and your favorite dessert. "Tommy I think you're trying to get me fat" you whined poking your belly, pouting at Tom, he looked at you shaking his head placing his hand on your stomach giving it a gentle pat. "Course not doll", he pecked your lips focusing his eyes on the road as the light turned green.

When you arrived at Tom's mansion you got out of the car, handing your coat to the maid as Tom did the same telling her to expect Harrison to stop in later to collect some important documents, you made your way to Tom's room which was practically yours since he insisted that you had your own personal closet, the reason being you spent most of your nights here instead at the luxurious apartment he bought you.

"Doll I have to finish up some work so don't wait for me" Tom spoke walking up to his bed undressing himself leaving him in his button up shirt and his boxers. "No Tom it's a Friday night" you whined out like a child, wrapping your arms around his torso resting your head on his clothed back, your fingers fiddling with his pendant.

Tom turned around latching his lips to your pouty ones, "As much as I want to spend my night with you doll, I have some stuff to get finish up" You huffed pulling your lips from his as he tried to deepen the kiss as if he was going to finish what he started. "Well go ahead, m'not stopping you" You went to the bathroom taking your dress off leaving you with your thong and bra on, you thought Tom already left to go to his office so you began wiping your makeup off.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror making sure you got all your makeup off, exiting the bathroom ready to dress yourself for a lonely night with Netflix. Before you could bend to pick up Tom's trousers from the ground you were hoisted up in the air, your legs instantly wrapping around the middle of person as you let out a loud scream. "Sh doll" Tom quieted you, his hand holding the back of your thigh while his other stretched the fabric of your thong letting it go to slap against your skin making you yelp at slight sting.

"What the fuck Tom" you jeered pretty sure he should be in his office doing his work or killing a man for all you knew. "What doll did you not want to spend the night with daddy" he smirked seeing you attempting to clench your thighs together, he knew how much you loved the daddy title.

"Put me down Tom" You uttered trying to come down from Tom's sturdy hold. "What did I tell you about calling me doll" Tom quipped through gritted teeth not liking your tone and name you just used, giving you the chance to correct yourself, his free hand unclasping the hooks of your bra revealing your perky breasts.

You gulped answering him like the good girl you are for him, knowing tomorrow he was suppose to take you out for your daily shopping spree because of your good behavior. "Sorry Daddy" you mumbled eyes trained on Tom's shirt not daring to meet his gaze.

"Much better" Tom rest you down on the floor patting your ass as a little approval, you smiled up at him happy that he wasn't using his mean tone and you probably still had the chance to buy latest Chanel handbag you saw earlier. "Since you behaved bratty today why don't you show daddy how sorry you are" Tom spoke his hands tweaking your hardened nipple.

"Yes daddy, I really am sorry" you sunk to your knees, internally cheering that your grumpy self got him to give you his cock, you pulled his boxers down his legs, your finger tracing over the cross tattoo on his ankle. Tom's cock stood high and proud slapping his stomach breaking free from it's prison, you grasped his length your hand pumping his brick hard cock, vaguely dipping your tongue on his tip tasting his moreish precum.

"C'mon doll better start sucking or else I'll not buy that cute little handbag you so badly wanted" Tom lifted your hair pushing his cock in your mouth making you gag, but wasted no time suckling his length, your hands playing with his balls as Tom kept his hand in your hair pushing you deeper so you were now deepthroating him. "Just like that babydoll" he groaned thrusting forward inches away from his end.

You looked up at Tom through your lashes, your eyes glossy blurring your vision of his beautiful face as he came in your mouth, his hold of your head tightening eager to come all over the tip of your tongue, that was more than gladly to collect his come. "Yes doll swallow Daddy's come" He ordered, you didn't need to be told twice immediately swallowing the warm liquid.

"Open up babydoll" You opened your mouth showing him you swallowed just like he asked you to. "Good girl" he praised softly patting your cheek prompting you to close your mouth, Tom pulled his boxers up his legs tucking his now wormy looking cock in.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the ringing of Tom's phone which made you roll your eyes but you stayed quiet knowing better than to upset him. Tom answered his phone giving you his winsome smile before entering the bathroom to continue his call.

You changed slipping in to your satin ruffled two piece pajama set waiting for Tom to come cuddle, you clicked on Netflix playing Gilmore Girls once again even though you finished the series. You laughed at one of Lorelai jokes twisting the rose gold tiffany and co bracelet Tom bought for you a while back at the first three months in your 'arrangement'.

Tom exited the bathroom his smile long gone and replaced with a miffed expression throwing his phone carelessly on his dresser running his hand through his curls. "What happened To- Daddy" you asked softly not sure if he would want to reply to you or not. "Nothing doll just someone fucked up again" He groaned slamming his fists against the wall letting out an annoyed huffed.

You jerked up at the sound, standing from your spot on the bed making your way to him, gently pulling him in a hug kissing his forehead, his whole mood changing embracing you in his muscular arms pecking your nose snuggling closer. "What happened" you asked a few minutes after.

"Just this new guy fucked up, lost me thousands of dollars too, big dumbass" Tom scowled pulling away grabbing his coat from the leather chair, clasping his Rolex on his wrists, combing his locks. "I have to go see about this babydoll" Tom kissed your lips, "But tomorrow I'm yours for the entire day, me and my credit card" He laughed seeing the way your eyes widened at his last words.

"Yes okay daddy don't be long" You pecked him waving him out the bed room door, jumping on the king sized bed pulling out your phone scrolling through yet another site.

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom x reader #mob!tom #sugar daddy au #sugardaddy!tom holland #mob au #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom x reader #mob!tom holland #mobsugardaddy!tom holland #smut #lee writes short fics

[mylkys]

ʜɪɢʜ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

nanami kento x f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut. pwp. daddy kink. fingering.

word count: 1,667

“relax, princess. i’ve got you.”

you shivered as nanami littered kisses upon your nude body, your nipple pebbling under his wandering fingertips. he suckled small marks along your torso as he slithered down towards your splayed out legs. nanami sat on his knees as he explored with his lips, his hands now massaging the tender meat of your thighs. 

“‘nami,” you whimpered. nanami cooed quietly at you, his thin lips perched in a small smile as he gazed up your body. 

“hush, little one. daddy’s going to take care of you.”

you whined at the pet name, and your body obviously approved as more slick seeped out of your sensitive pussy. you watched as nanami took in the sight of your leaking sex, his forearms flexing as he adjusted his grip on your thighs. his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. 

“my little sweetheart is so wet, isn’t she? tell me what you want, darling,” he groaned. his thumbs moved to your cunt, and pulled apart the folds of your outer labia. nanami sighed as the cool air of the room chilled your hot flesh, your little hole fluttering with the need to be filled. “answer me, love.”

“i want-“ you shivered as nanami devoured your flush cunt with hungry eyes. “i want your mouth.”

“is that how you ask daddy, little one? try again.”

you whimpered at his reprimand, your thighs quivering besides his hips. “please daddy, please use your mouth.”

“good girl,” nanami groaned, and you blushed at his praise. his hands slipped to the back of your knees, and pushed them to your chest. “be a good darling and hold these for me.”

your eyes watered as you obeyed, your shaky hands replacing his. his eyes were hot as they committed your curled body to memory. his cock pressed heavily against the fabric of his pants, but he ignored it as he descended between your thighs. 

nanami’s scorching breath fanned over your tingling lips, and his thumbs returned, spreading your labia wide for his wandering eyes. his pupils expanded as he took in the sight of your throbbing little clit. 

“your little cunt is so pretty, sweetheart.” nanami dipped down and flicked his tongue over your tiny entrance, tasting both the flesh of your cunt and the sweetness of your juices. you whimpered at the stimulus. 

“fuck, princess,” nanami growled, “your pussy tastes divine.” 

nanami didn’t hesitate to dive into your pussy. he licked a long wet stripe from your perineum to your clit, drinking your slick as he mouth at your cunny. 

“daddy!” you squealed, a burning heat enveloping your lower half. 

nanami’s soft tongue poked and fluttered your engorged button. he suckled the little bud into his mouth and suckled, milking the over sensitive nerves with his lips. he released your clit with a pop, and licked another long strip over your pulsing cunt. 

you gasped as his tongue lathered your pussy in a layer of saliva, and felt some of the slick drip down over your little pucker, chilling the sensitive rim. nanami was making a mess of your cunt. 

“i could eat your little cunt all day, little one,” nanami murmured against your cunt, the vibrations going straight to your clit. 

you warbled beautifully as he suckled your nub between his lips, his hands reaching up and grabbing at your tits. he tweaked your tight nipples with his fingertips, pulling and tugging the hard peaks with each moan you unleashed. 

it became increasingly difficult to hold your knees as your hands shook. you whimpered as your finger slipped and one of your knees jerked. 

nanami looked up from his meal, brows furrowed as he observed you. “are you okay, sweetheart?”

your lip quivered at his gentle voice, and you could feel little tears gather at the corners of your eyes. nanami cooed at your pathetic state. he massaged with soft flesh of your tummy soothingly, and let you catch your breath. you were always so easy to overwhelm when you were this deep in. 

“i need you to answer me, darling. can you do that?” he questioned slowly. his lithe fingers helped ground you a bit, bringing you back from the haze just enough for you to answer. 

“my-my legs. i-i can’t-!” 

it was near impossible to form coherent sentences, but nanami being the good daddy he was, understood you completely. 

“shh, little one. daddy’s got you. you can let go.”

your hands abandoned your legs in favor of grasping nanami’s hair, effectively ruining the impeccable style. he didn’t say anything, just offered you a reassuring smile, and wrapped his arms around your thighs. he pinned you down by his large hand folded over your stomach, and stroke the soft skin. 

“don’t cum until i say.”

that was all the warning nanami gave you before diving night back where he left off. he sucked down the juices that accumulated at your entrance, and slipped inside. 

you screamed as his tongue pumped inside your walls, feeling his pliable tongue thrusting in and out of your pulpy cunt. the loud schlick of his tongue fucking your pussy encased the bedroom, filling it with the sounds of your soaking sex. 

“daddy!” you wailed as you yanked at his hair. he groaned at the pain, and his efforts increased. one of his hands smoothed down over your mons, and firmly stroked the pad of his thumb over your swollen clit. he circled his thumb over your clit, pressing it firmly against your public bone. 

nanami groaned against your pussy as you screamed, the vibrations of his voice reverberating throughout your whole cunny. white hot pleasure began to cloak your body as his tongue continued to thrash between your swollen walls. 

he panted heavily against your pussy, his hot breath washed over your cunt as he gulped you down. a knot in your pussy began to tighten as your orgasm built deeper into your core. 

“daddy-“ you gasped. you were overwhelmed by the heat gathering in your tummy. his tongue pulled from your pussy, and you whined as he sat above you. his flicking thumb slowed but didn’t stop. 

“are you close, sweetheart?” nanami asked sweetly, also condensing. his other hand moved from your tummy to your cunt, and he plunged his fingers inside. your walls were well lubricated with your slick and his spit, and your hole sucked them in easily. 

you tossed your head back and cried as his finger delved deep inside your pussy, your hands grabbing at the sheets with a white-knuckle grip. 

“answer me, little one. are. you. close?” nanami seethed in your ear. 

you gasped out a weak mhm, and bobbed your head uselessly. it was hard to think, the only thing in your mind was the need for your daddy to make you cum. 

“hold on,” he grunted. nanami waited for your weak hands to grab his shoulders, and when you did, he’ll broke loose. 

nanami held no mercy for your pussy as he pistoned his fingers into your walls. you screamed as his finger curled harshly against your g-spot, hips bucking wildly at the influx of pleasure. 

nanami growled at your wiggling hips, and pressed the hand near your clit firmly against your lower tummy, pinning you down. his fingers curled and uncurled against that fleshy spot in your pussy, practically vibrating with how fast he moved. 

“da-addy!” you sobbed. the sensation was too much, you were so close. one of your hands abandoned his shoulders and dipped between you thighs, rubbing harshly against the clit he stopped stimulating. 

normally nanami would scold you for touching your pussy without his permission, but he could feel just how tightly you were clenching around his fingers. you were on the brink of climax, and he’d do anything of it meant you’d get there. 

“c’mon, little one. cum for daddy,” he encouraged, voice raspy and harsh, as if he’d been the one crying in pleasure all night. 

your body heeded his command, and as you began to release, the sensation suddenly spiked. your orgasm was different, deeper, stronger, and seconds later, you shrieked as your cum splash over his hand and forearm, drenching his torso with ejaculate. 

you shakes violently as your orgasm took over, the milk white cum squirting out of your over sensitive cunt and all over nanami. he’s desperate encouragements and pleas for you to keep cumming, keep cumming, don’t you fucking stop echoing through your hazy brain. his fingers never stalled, and when he noticed your hand was too shaky to keep up with flicking your clit, he slapped it away and took over. 

you cried as another way over cum sprayed over him, drenching him with your release. your pussy burned as the sensation became too much, your orgasm now faded and finished, and you attempted to close your legs. 

nanami quickly removed his fingers from deep within your cunt, and made you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling. he sucked his fingers clean shucked off his soaked shirt before gathering you in his arms, cradling you gently to his make chest. 

“shh, sweetheart. you did so good for daddy. such a good sweetheart for me,” nanami mumbled into your hair as he pressed kisses against your face. he waited patiently for you to come back down. 

a few moments passed before enough of your brain fog melted away for you to think, and you noticed his heavily swollen cock pressing firmly against your hip. you gulped as you looked up at his lust-blown pupils. 

“daddy,” you whispered shakily. he smiled softly at you, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear. 

“yes, love?”

you broke from his gaze to look back at his large bulge, and shyly cupped him in your hand. he groaned and bucked lightly into your palm. 

“i want your cock, daddy,” you whimpered, looking back up at him with wide and wet eyes. he inhaled sharply and pinned you to the bed. 

“don’t worry, little one. it’s all yours.”

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fic #drabble #reader insert

[angelatmidnight1]

ahh great tysm! could i request a lee!octane x ler!reader where octane is blasting loud music from his room and won’t turn it down so the reader tickles him to get him to shut it off, and it ends up in a whole tickle fight between the two? thanks!!

Turn Down For What!

You are a new support Legend to join the Apex Games and are scheduled for a variety of lessons with the veterans of the game. Combat training was difficult enough, but you managed to get through it to Bangalore’s satisfaction. Now, it was time for another important lesson: picking your teammates up when they fall. Lifeline shows you the proper technique for reviving squadmates, but the lesson is interrupted by loud, blaring music coming from Octane’s room. You’d only met the speedster once or twice; he never sat still long enough to have a full conversation. You offer to go to his room to ask him to turn the music down, but not before Ajay sees you off with an interesting tidbit about him.

“Ajay…”

You cast an uncertain look at the combat medic beside you, holding the resuscitation syringe in a shaky hand. The MRVN was knelt down in front of you, animating the bleeding out effect, which only made your hands that much shakier. “I can’t...they’re gonna die…”

Lifeline shook her head and put a firm, yet comforting hand on your shoulder. “They won’t if yuh help ‘em. Remember what I told yuh to do?”

You frowned and met her eyes again, but she wasn’t backing off. So, you didn’t have a choice but to get close to the robot and help them onto their back. That was the first step. Then, you made sure that their arms were extended out by their sides to jab them with the serum. You hesitated; wouldn’t that hurt them?

Probably less than dying would. You thought, flinching a little bit when the combat medic squeezed your shoulder, urging you on. You pursed your lips and brought your hand down in one swift motion to inject the serum. At first, the MRVN flinched and reeled forward, but then they were able to grab your hand and stand up. Once they were on their feet, MRVN’s monitor flashed a smiley face, and you allowed yourself to breathe.

Lifeline smiled and nudged your arm. “See, what’d I tell ya, (y/n)? Yuh a natural doctor yuhself.” She complimented. She handed the MRVN her healing drone and a shield battery. Then, she looked at you again, her gaze serious. “I ain’t gonna lie to ya, ya gonna see a lot of bumps and scrapes once ya in the games. Even hesitatin’ for a second can determine whether ya get ya squad up or not.” She said, standing in front of you with her hands on her hips. “So you gotta get used to lookin’ at it.”

You sighed, shoulders slouching. “I know,” You admitted while rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ll get better at this.”

Lifeline scoffed. “‘Course ya are,” She answered matter-of-factly, making you arch a brow. When looked up, she was already handing you another syringe. “We gon’ keep practicing until ya feel comfortable.”

And that’s what you did. Ajay stayed by your side while you practiced reviving MRVNS. Over time, you felt more confident and got the robots to their feet more quickly. You gave the medic a huge smile, making her chuckle, but then she gestured to the robot in front of you. You looked at the MRVN, holding the syringe in a better grip, and moved to jab their arm. Well, that was until a loud guitar rift startled you, making you stick the syringe into the robot’s optic instead. The MRVN’s monitor flashed an exclamation point and you yelped, trying to correct the mistake.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to--”

Lifeline held up her hand and shook her head, sending her D.O.C. over to revive the robot instead. Then she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I swear, one of these days, Silva…”

You looked at her curiously and cocked your head to the side. “Who?” You asked. Although you had an inkling about who she was talking about, you’d never learned the Legend’s real name. He wasn’t an easy man to get a hold of.

“Octavio Silva. But ya might know him better as Octane,” Ajay explained, having to raise her voice over the music. “Boy’s gon lose his hearin’, playin’ music that loud.”

The MRVN handed the syringe back to you, and you gave it back to the medic. You had to admit, the music was really loud. You wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of the Outlands could hear it. “I can ask him to turn it down,” You offered, putting your hands in your pockets. “That way we can continue with the lesson.”

Lifeline chuckled and shook her head. “O’s as stubborn as it gets, but if ya want to try, go ahead.” She said, nodding in the direction of his room. An idea came to her just before you could leave the medbay, and she called your name, making you turn around. “(Y/N), in case he refuses to turn it down, there’s somethin’ ya can do…”

What Ajay told you made you grin, and that grin stuck even as you approached the speedster’s door. Who knew that the fastest, most daring Legend in the Apex Games was ticklish? Welp, you did, now! You knocked on the door, not really expecting a response, but you thought it’d be polite to do it anyway. Octavio never came, most likely from not hearing it, so you let yourself in. You flinched, the sounds hitting you like tidal waves, which made you cover up your ears. In the center of the room, the adrenaline junkie was hopping from jump pad to jump pad, practicing trick shots in time with the music. You cleared your throat and called out to him.

“Octavio? Octavio!”

No luck. You rolled your eyes and walked towards him. That mischievous grin tugged at the corner of your lips as you got close, but you’d need to wait for him to land before you could get him. After another bounce, he landed back on the floor, which gave you the opportunity to tweak his side. Octane cried out and jumped away from the sudden touch. He whirled around and faced you, holding his arm against his side.

“Uh...hola? You need something?”

Since he wasn’t wearing his mask, you could read his lips, but you’d prefer to hear him. You pointed to your ears and shook your head. Octane obliged by turning his speakers’ volume down a tiny bit.

“Make it quick, I gotta get these clips uploaded so I can edit them.” Octane urged. He turned off the camera on his desk and turned to you again. His eyebrows rose. “Wait, we’ve met before. You’re new around here, right?”

You nodded, raising your voice a bit since the music was still loud. “Yeah, I’m (Y/N). We spoke a few times on the dropship.”

“Right! Well, I’m kinda in the middle of something, so we’ll have to hang out later.” Octavio chuckled, cranking his speakers back up to full volume. You flinched and hurried beside him to turn it back down.

His head snapped over to you and he grabbed the speaker. “What’re you doing?” He exclaimed, holding it just out of your reach. You huffed and tried to take it back from him. Octane, however, was much taller than you.

“It’s too loud, Octavio! Can’t you just turn it down a little--”

“Psh, no! I’m listening to this.”

You groaned and hopped up towards the speaker, missing it by inches. “Half of the ship is listening to it! Just turn it down, please?” You insisted. Instead of complying, Octane put the speaker on a shelf that was far out of your reach, and you weren’t skilled on using his jump pads yet. You narrowed your eyes and poked his side again, making him gasp.

“I’ll turn it down in a sehehecond!” He snapped, making a poor attempt at stifling his chuckles. You poked him again, making him yelp and make a grab for your hands, which you dodged by jabbing him in the stomach instead. “Stohop! Why ahare you poking me?”

You smiled and held out your hands, wiggling your fingers tauntingly. “Because Ajay told me that you weren’t gonna turn it down, and that I can tickle you if you refuse!” You chirped. Your smile turned into a cheeky grin when the speedster wrapped an arm against his torso, which only encouraged you to get closer. “So let me ask you again, Octavio, will you turn the music down?” You arched an expectant brow at him and managed to back him into a corner. The speedster shook his head, poised to defend himself.

“NooOOOO---”

That’s all you needed to hear to lunge at him. He managed to catch you and hold you by the arms before you could knock him over. You, however, had combat training with Anita earlier in the day, and you put that training to good use. You stuck your leg out and hooked it around his, pulling it towards you. This made him lose his balance and fall like a sack of potatoes. You cheered victoriously, shaking his hands off, and worked to get his arms pinned down.

Octavio grunted and pushed your shoulders, unknowingly freeing up the sweet spot that Lifeline mentioned. “Stop! Seriously, I have things to doOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! NO! GEHEHET OHOHOHFF!”

You’d buried your hands underneath his arms and wiggled your nails along his armpits. He slammed his arms against his sides and burst out laughing. Now, you weren’t sure which was louder: him, or the music.

“I know you have stuff to do!” You laughed, drilling your nails into the center of the armpits. He responded by arching his back and letting out another scream of laughter. “At the top of your list should be turning down the music...right?”

“I’M NOHOHOHT TUHUHURNING IHIHT DOHOHOHWN!” The speedster fired back. He hugged his arms even tighter against his sides when you tickled at an even faster pace. He even made the attempt to buck you off, but you were straddling his waist, and just had to lean forward to counter his weight. You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted by something thumping at your waist. You looked down at your belt and beamed; you still had some medical tape on you, courtesy of Lifeline. Your hands were trapped by his arms though, and you only had one way to free them.

In one swift motion, you ducked down and blew a raspberry into Octavio’s exposed stomach. He writhed against the floor, laughing even harder, but he still didn’t loosen his hold on your hands.

“AAAH! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP! DOHOHOHOHN’T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!” He demanded through his fits of laughter. He squealed when you blew another one, just above his belly button, and bucked his hips repeatedly. “DOHOHOHOHOHN’T!”

“Huh?” You glanced up at him and cocked your head to the side. He panted heavily, a grin still etched onto his face, which only made you smirk. “Sorry, I missed what you said. What don’t you want me to do?”

The speedster was still plagued by giggles and had to reel them in before answering you. “I sahahaid stohohop tihihickling mEEEEE--”

Instead of letting him finish, you took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry over his belly button. Octane bucked violently and shrieked, the wild laughter immediately following suit.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

His laughter was contagious and you found yourself laughing along with him. “Oh, were you still talking?” You teased, wiggling your trapped fingers back against his armpits. He cried out with laughter and kicked his metal legs against the floor, prompting you to tickle even faster. Finally, he released your hands during another attempt to push you away. Then, like clockwork, you seized his wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He yelped and squirmed, protesting the entire time, but his fate was sealed...literally. You’d managed to tape his wrists down on the floor and clapped your hands together.

“There, that’s better!” You smiled, putting your hands out in front of you. You wiggled your fingers again and snickered when he paled. “Now, where were we?”

For someone used to moving at trailblazing speeds, everything happened so fast for Octavio. One minute, he’s vibing with his music and jump pads, and now he’s pinned on the floor, laughing his head off? You’d already confirmed that all of this was basically Lifeline’s doing, and she was well overdue for some good ole revenge.

Hermana, you are so dead. He seethed, snapping out of his thoughts when your hands lowered towards his armpits. He panicked; now wasn’t the time for plotting. He had to get away!

“No, no, no! Wait, (Y/N)! Dohohon’t tickle my armpits, plehehease!” He pleaded, preemptively giggling and trying to curl in on himself. You grinned and held your hands so that they were just touching his armpits, sending ticklish jolts up and down his arms. “I juhst wahahant to listen tohoho my music!”

“I never said you couldn’t! I just need you to turn it down.” You repeated, pressing your fingertips into the exposed pits. He squealed and arched his back as high as he could, making you laugh again. “You gonna do it or what?”

Octavio blabbered out something, attempting to bargain with you, but that’s not what you were there for. You tsked and gently scritched circles around each armpit. As much as you wanted to dig into them, you wanted to drag this out as long as possible. The speedster snorted, giggling uncontrollably, and uselessly pulled against the tape.

“Ahahahahaha! Nohohoho, por fahahavor!” He yelped, bucking his hips when you poked at the center of the armpits. You squealed, almost losing your balance, but then you sat back on his waist and continued the gentle scratching. “Lehehet mehehe lihihisten to my music!”

“Will you turn it down?”

Octane’s head snapped up to you; you were stubborn. If he wasn’t giggling up a storm, he’d tease you about Ajay rubbing off on you already. He shook his head and yelped again when you grabbed his sides. You pinched them, making the poor man yip and snicker, and earned a bark of laughter when you stroked along his rib cage.

“Iiii—heheheheh--nohohoho I wohohon’t!”

“Wrong answer~.” You sang, swiping your nails against each sensitive rib. He arched his back, swearing in Spanish, only to fall back down and continue giggling.

“Stahahahahahahap!” He whined, tossing his torso from one side to the other, which didn’t do anything to stop you. You ignored the plea and scratched up higher, teasing his center most ribs, which made him gasp and kick. “AH! Noohohoho nohohoho, nohohot thehehere!”

“Not where?” You asked innocently, opting to poke at the ribs on either side. You alternated the pokes to keep him guessing and giggled at his high pitched squeaks.

“THEHEHERE!” He yelled when you suddenly honed in on his ribs and scribbled along them like there was no tomorrow. He tried to flip onto his side, buck you off, anything to get you to stop tickling. But you easily kept up with all of those fruitless attempts. “AHAHAHAH!”

You smirked, pressing your fingertips into the spot. You drew little circles into his skin, laughing when he threw his head back. “Here?” You repeated, fluttering the tickles from one side of his rib cage to the other. He nodded frantically, drowning in desperate giggles, but you pressed on.

“Oh,” You continued, still smirking. “Cause I was sure you meant here…”

You walked your fingers up towards his armpits at a slow, slooow, pace. Octavio jolted and squirmed violently, his protests lost in his laughter, and his wrists straining against the tape’s hold. He was basically cackling by the time you got to where his armpits started, but you didn’t attack yet. You just held your hands there, snickering at the panicked laughter pouring out of him already.

“What’re you laughing for?” You grinned, flexing your fingers, but still not moving. Octavio screamed, arching his back, only to fall victim to another fit of giggles.

“Plehehehehease…” He begged. He held his arms rigidly and met your eyes, which just made you smile more.

“Please what? I’m not doing anything, Octavio.”

He groaned and opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead of attacking both armpits, you only attacked his right one, while your free hand scratched at his sensitive stomach. Octavio’s eyes bugged out and his desperate giggles spiked to loud, hard laughter.

“NOO--AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!”

You perked up while dragging a finger around his belly button. He screamed again and thumped his head against the ground, wildly shaking his head. “Okay?” You repeated, dipping your finger inside his belly button and scratching around. The wail of laughter initially startled you, but you kept on scratching anyway. “Okay what?”

“I’LL TUHUHUHRN IT DOHOHOHWN! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” He yelled. He sucked in his stomach and drummed his legs back against the floor the more you kept scratching. You grinned, feeling triumphant...but you were having too much fun to stop!

“Yeah? You promise?” You chuckled, jabbing a finger into his right armpit while you continued to tickle his belly button. He flinched and nodded over and over, finally falling into hysterics, and then silent laughter when you dug into both armpits. You slowed down the tickling to give him the opportunity to breathe.

“Y-Yehehehes...I prohohohmise…” He panted. You didn’t notice that the tape holding his wrists down was coming undone, so you felt perfectly comfortable in pushing your luck. You took your hands off of him and brought a hand up to your chin, pretending to think.

“Hmm, alright, Octavio. I guess that’s good enough,” You began, putting your hands down at either side of him. Octane breathed a sigh of relief, believing that you were about to climb off of his waist, but you pinched his hip bones instead. He gasped and reeled to the side, but then you did it again, and again, and again, until he was snickering all over again.

“Hehehehehy! Whyhyhy ahahahre yohuhuh--” The speedster yelped when you used all ten fingers to tickle his belly. He cackled, but hadn’t fully recovered yet, so he didn’t have as much energy to squirm. “WHYHYHYHY TIHIHIHCKLE MEHEHE AGAHAHAIN?!”

“Because it’s fun!” You laughed, ducking down to blow another raspberry over his belly button. Octavio howled and laughed even harder. “Haha, Ajay was right. You are way too ticklish for your own good.”

Now he had two people to get revenge on. And, through a stroke of luck, he was about to serve you your just desserts. Why?

Because when he arched his back to try to get you off of his stomach, the tape split with a resounding riiiiip. You froze, looking up towards the sound, and gasped loudly.

“Oh shit--”

Octavio having his hands freed gave him a burst of energy, and he used that energy to take you down. He sat up and grabbed your arms, making you swear again, and you pushed your shoulder into his chest.

“No! No no, truce! AHHH--!”

Octane far outmatched you in terms of strength, and he easily wrestled you to the ground. He pinned your arms underneath his legs and immediately went for your sides.

“Oho, not funny anymore, is it?” The speedster ridiculed, his wiggling fingers a blur as he scratched up and down your sides. You let out a screaming laugh and tried to sit up, but he was too heavy.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” You hollered, arching your back when he reached under your shirt and scritched at your bare stomach. “AHAHAHA! STOHOHP! I WAHAHAHS KIHIHIHIHDDING!”

Octavio scoffed and used one of his hands to dig into your left hip, continuing to tickle your belly. “Well, I’m not! I’ll show you what happens when you tickle me, amigo/a!” He quipped, snickering when you threw your torso against the ground. He kept switching spots at an alarmingly fast pace: your stomach, hips, sides, even knees. It didn’t give you a chance to resist the sensation and kept you guessing as to where he’d strike next...which proved to be pretty difficult.

“OCTAHAHAHAVIO!” You shouted, the panic dropping on you when he honed in on two of your worst spots: your knees and your stomach. You shrieked and kicked your legs against the floor, which was annoying him, so he opted for laying over your legs to hold them down. “PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHRRY!”

“Stop? Me?” The speedster snorted and alternated the squeezing along your knees. You howled with laughter and desperately pulled at your trapped wrists, but he wouldn’t budge. “Haven’t you heard, (Y/N)? There’s no breaks on the Octrain!”

When he reached under your knees to tickle the skin there, your laughter was louder than anything coming out of the stereo. Since your left knee seemed more sensitive than the right, he focused on that one exclusively, and reached behind him to poke at your stomach. It tickled so bad, and he wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. So, as a last resort, you decided to cry out for your mentor.

“AJAHAHAHAHY!” You shrieked, jerking to the side when he pinched at the top of your knees. “I NEHEHEED HEHEHEHLP!”

Octane cringed and stopped tickling you, glancing at the door. He half expected the doctor to be standing there, waiting to pounce, but she wasn’t. You breathed heavily and laid your head back on the ground, grateful for the distraction. While he wasn’t paying attention to you, you tested the grip he had on your arms, and were surprised to find that you could move them slightly. You took a breath and managed to pull one of them free before the speedster turned back to you. Without a second thought, you squeezed his side, making him yelp and topple over.

“AH! Noohohoho yohuhu dohohohn’t!” He laughed and gripped the free arm, forgetting about the other one until you pulled it free. You poked his ribs and hopped back on him, drawing out the tickle fight that much longer. Ajay could hear the commotion from the medbay, but all she did was smile and prepare for your next lesson.

I hope this was to your liking anon! This was my first reader insert fic. Please let me know with you think. If you don't like it, I can try to rewrite it.

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Hardcore Hide-and-Seek

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Written for Maribat March Day 27 - Contest

There was a dull ache behind his temples that just wouldn't go away. The harsh, bright lights of his computer screen and the fact that he hadn't slept in almost 36 hours combined to give Tim a headache so powerful he could barely think.

"Sweetheart. Honeybunch. Cupcake. Darling." Marinette poked him in the shoulder after each pet name. "You need to go to bed now before you pass out on the keyboard." She gently pulled on his arm, guiding him away from the computer.

"Not yet. Give me... two more hours."

"No way. You need to sleep."

"I just need to finish this one program to search and identify every pedestrian walking by all five of Jason's safehouses, get it up and running, and check it for bugs. Then I can go to sleep."

Marinette groaned. "Nine hours, that's all I'm asking."

"You know how much can be done in nine hours? In nine hours Damian will have checked half of The Bowery, Cass and Steph will have combed through all of Crime Alley, and Dick and Babs will have hacked their way into every street-facing camera in Gotham."

"First of all, you're not going to find Jason if you're too tired to think straight. Second, finding Jason first means nothing if you're too tired to catch him." Marinette rolled her eyes. "Third, I think this whole contest is ridiculous. I swear, you Bats play the weirdest games."

"It isn't weird. It's good practice for our tracking abilities," protested Tim.

"It's extreme hide-and-seek tag, that's what it is. Now get to bed. If you get nine hours of sleep tonight, I'll help you catch Jason tomorrow morning."

"Fine." Tim cast one last longing look at the computer before Marinette pulled him out of the Batcave.

----------

The light of morning woke Tim up, reminding him that he had been too tired the night before to set an alarm. "What time is it?"

"It's nine in the morning. You were right that Cass and Steph searched through Crime Alley. They checked all three of Jason's safehouses but found nothing. Damian got sidetracked by an armed robbery while searching through The Bowery and was barely able to check a few blocks. Dick and Babs got access to the traffic camera and the video of two different security companies, but they weren't able to get any of your facial recognition programs to run on any of the feeds."

"Wait, what?" asked Tim, still not fully awake.

"I was serious about helping you. I don't do anything halfway," said Marinette.

Tim sat up, "That's great! Our odds of winning triple when we team up. What were you saying about Babs and Dick?"

"They can't get your facial recognition program to run."

"That's because I tweaked some of the code right at the end to require a confirmation from my laptop. That way if any of my codes fall into the wrong hands, I'll know." Tim grabbed his laptop off of his desk and opened it. A pop-up appeared in the corner of the screen.

[user: Babs requests access for FACIAL RECOGNITION]

There were three options underneath: YES, NO, and IMITATION RUN. Tim clicked the third.

"What does imitation run do?" asked Marinette.

"It will go through to all of the video feeds, but it won't actually flag anything. It will just run passively. Dick and Babs, however, won't know that."

"Clever. That should set Dick and Babs back. Now how are we going to find Jason?"

"Jason knows that we have programs to monitor anywhere where there are security cameras. That means he'll be staying away from traffic cameras. He's lying low - probably in a safehouse."

"Cass and Steph checked all three of the safehouses in Crime Alley," objected Marinette.

Tim shook his head. "Jason has more than three safehouses in Crime Alley. Those three are just the ones we know about."

"How are we going to find these safehouses?" asked Marinette. "If there's one thing Jason's good at, it's disappearing."

"That's the problem. Jason only has to last three more days before he wins. It's entirely possible for him to just hole up in his safehouse and never leave."

"On the other hand, that means that we've got him cornered once we figure out the location of his safehouse."

Tim nodded. "Let's get searching."

The problem with finding a safehouse is that there isn't much to do once a person is successfully hidden inside. It's impossible to search every single building in all of Crime Alley (though Steph and Cass together were giving a remarkably good effort of scouring for signs of Jason), so Tim and Marinette took a different approach.

"I designed the burner phones that all of the Bats use in our safehouses, which is how I know for certain that there are no trackers in them. However, if I send out a system update, they all update automatically. When the update is installed, it will send back a confirmation to the main servers. I can trace that message back to figure out the location of all of the burner phones."

"How long will that take?"

"Half an hour to get everything ready to send out a system update. Fifteen minutes after that before all the phones are updated and send their confirmation messages. From there we can start checking safehouses."

Marinette grinned. "See, I told you that you would think better with a full night of sleep."

"You were right," Tim admitted.

"You start the system update, I'm going to make breakfast."

Marinette left the bedroom and Tim wondered how he got so lucky as to have her with him.

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After collecting the locations of all the safehouse burner phones and cross-checking the results with the list of known safehouses, there were five unconfirmed safehouses left.

"Two in Crime Alley, two in The Bowery, and one in East End," reported Tim.

"Let's hit East End first, then move onto The Bowery, and end in Crime Alley," Marinette formulated the plan over a plate of pancakes. "What are the official rules to this game, anyway?"

"Jason got twelve hours to hide. Then we get five days to track him down and tag him. The winner gets to drive the Batmobile anytime Bruce isn't in town for the next six months."

Marinette playfully rolled her eyes. "Of course the prize is driving the Batmobile." Getting up from her finished breakfast, Marinette started putting on her coat and shoes. "Come on, Tim, let's go win you Batmobile privileges."

The apartment in East End was empty, save a few rats that scurried across the hallway of the apartment. Marinette wrinkled her nose and she peered out the grimy window. "Who's safehouse do you think this was?"

Tim fished a half-empty carton of cigarettes out of a drawer in the kitchen. "Jason's, probably, but given the amount of dust in here, I don't think he's been here for a while."

The brick house in The Bowery was a little cleaner but still abandoned. The little front yard was half dirt and half weeds. Pinned up on a bulletin board in the front hallway was an empty postcard decorated with the logo for Haly's Circus. Tim concluded that it was Dick's safehouse and they moved onto the next safehouse. It was in an apartment complex in Crown Point, the seediest district of The Bowery. It was stocked with knives, guns, and a box of neatly labeled poisons.

"Damian's safehouse?" guessed Marinette. "He's the only one I could see having poison kept on hand."

Tim nodded, "Probably."

The second-to-last safehouse was on the border between The Bowery and Crime Alley. It was small and run-down, but it seemed that at one point it had been well-maintained. The mailbox was hand-painted yellow, with blue letters reading: The Brown's.

"Stephanie's old house," said Tim, realization.

"Sentimental choice for a safehouse," noted Marinette.

It felt wrong to enter the house that Steph grew up in, so they moved on from it. There was no way Jason was inside, not when Steph and Babs had already search the known safehouses in Crime Alley.

Tim sighed as they drove to the last location. "We've only got one safehouse left to check. I'm not sure what we'll do if Jason isn't in it." Tim had forgotten to consider that Jason might have gotten a burner phone from somewhere else, other than the supply cupboard in the Batcave.

"If he isn't there then we'll go back to the drawing board, I suppose. But don't lose hope yet. I have a good feeling about this one," Marinette reasoned.

The final safe house was a nondescript apartment building: brown brick exterior, cigarette butts on the sidewalk, and grimy windows.

"Do you think this is it?" asked Marinette.

Tim shrugged. "We'll just have to find out."

There were eight apartments in the building, four on the first floor and four on the second. Tim and Marinette quickly swept the first floor, but none of the apartments were Jason's. They then moved to the second floor. Tim quickly picked up on a dusty footprint on the carpet. He recognized the tread-marks from the bottoms of Jason's shoes. "Second door on the left," whispered Tim. "You head outside and make sure he doesn't escape through the windows."

"I'll let you tag him," Marinette whispered in response, slipping down the stairs.

Tim waited a full minute for Marinette to get into position, then crept up to the door. Taking a deep breath, Tim waited for the moment to feel right. Then another breath. Bang!

Tim broke through the door, revealing Jason sitting on the bed, scrolling on his phone.

Jason swore and reached for the gun on the bedside table, but he didn't get a chance to fully react before Tim tagged him out.

"Goddammit!" Jason threw the gun on the bed in frustration. "How did you find me?"

"Burner phone," chimed in Marinette as she popped through the window.

"You said they didn't contain trackers," Jason accused.

"They don't. But when I issued a system update, they all sent a confirmation which I was able to track," Tim said smugly, trying not to gloat too hard.

Jason whipped open a drawer in the cramped kitchen and pulled out the burner phone, tossing it to Tim. "Next time, I'm picking out my own burner phone."

"If it wasn't the phone, we'd have found something else. Admit it, we were good," said Marinette.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Good job, Replacement. You too, Pixie Pop."

"See you at home," Marinette chirped. "Now that this silly contest is over, I have Tim to myself for the next two days. No more sharing his with his computer."

Tim smiled at the thought of finally spending time with Marinette. "Let's go."

"I thought you'd never ask."

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