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random-thot-generator · 7 months

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A Nice Guy

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK x FEM READER

Summary: You've teased and taunted your neighbor Kyle for months on end, curious to see just how much a nice guy like him can take before he snaps. (And then, ya know, smut happens.)

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Explicit language, Explicit sexual content, P in V sex, Rough sex, Good boy Gaz has left the building, No use of Y/N

(Notes: This is just a smut purge, folks. Don't think about it too hard, just go with it. Hope you enjoy!)

Word Count: 2.2K

Ask anyone in your building about the soldier who lives across the hall from you, and they all will basically tell you the same thing.

"He's a good lad."

"Solid bloke."

"Couldn't ask for a better mate."

"Such a nice young man."

So, general consensus: Kyle Garrick is a nice guy.

Maybe a little too nice, you think.

You see how he looks at you, where his eyes linger. He may be a nice guy, but he's still a red-blooded man under that faded ball cap and warm, friendly smile. He just needs a little... push.

So, push him you do.

You make it hard for him to ignore you. It starts with lingering touches and longing looks, but soon graduates to less subtle overtures.

You stop him for a chat sans bra in the chilly hallway, an innocent smile on your lips when your nipples pebble under your tight tank top and his attentive gaze. He licks his lips and tries his best to maintain eye contact, but he fails again and again before you finally let him off the hook.

You see how his warm brown eyes darken and his breath hitches when you 'accidentally' brush your hand against the front of his trousers at the post boxes. You murmur a shy apology and bite your lip, but he sees the way your eyes slide down his torso to catch on the bulge below his belt. You raise your brows and smirk before sauntering away.

But Kyle Garrick is a nice guy.

He tries to avert his eyes when you bend over in your short skirt to pick up the keys you dropped, because, oops! you're such a little klutz. If he happened to catch a glimpse of red lace disappearing between your thighs, it's never mentioned.

He grins and bears it when you press up against him in the crowded lift, apologizing even as you back your ass up against his crotch. You're rewarded for your efforts when you feel his cock twitch in interest, and he leaves the lift with his workout bag clutched over his jock.

His smile is strained but indulgent when you stroke his thigh under the table at the pub. Your friends sit around you, laughing and drinking, oblivious to the torture you're inflicting on the poor man beside you. You giggle then hiccup, announcing that your last glass of wine went straight to your head. It's obvious that you're a little too drunk to be held responsible for your actions. Yet he never offers to remove your hand or stop you, so you knead his flexing thigh for the rest of the night.

Poor Kyle.

It becomes a game to you, winding him up. You revel in his pent-up frustration; love how he now glares at you with that feral light in his eyes when you peer up at him with innocent guile. You know he wants you, and you want him, too, but watching him struggle to maintain his control is just so addictive. It's a high like nothing you've ever experienced before, and you know you won't be satisfied until you make him break.

You just never expected him to break the way he did.

A fancy boxed mattress gets delivered to your flat, the delivery guy insisting that it's yours; the invoice backs him up. There's a card attached to it, a short note scribbled inside:

'Congratulations! You won!'

Did you win some random drawing? Sign up for a chance to win online? Then again, you're always buying raffle tickets from the kids in the building for some fundraiser or another.

It must be serendipity. You had been complaining about your old mattress hurting your back just the other day in the lift, and then, boom! A new mattress appears. You shrug it off and smile, pleased with your stroke of good luck. No sense looking a gift horse in the mouth, you decide, and begin to drag the box into your flat.

"Need help with that, pet?"

It's Kyle, leaning in his open doorway, arms crossed over his chest, benign smile on his face. He's dressed for a lazy day at home- a tee, sweats and trainers, so, it's no bother helping you out. He steps forward and lifts the box to his shoulder, muscles bulging under the tight fit of his tee.

"Lead the way," he says, herding you back into your flat, making you jump when he kicks the door shut behind him.

He helps you remove your old mattress and unboxes the new one, grinning as you laugh in delight at the way it expands to full size before your eyes. The two of you wrestle it into position on your bed, then he helps you with the sheets.

You're bent over smoothing out the wrinkles when you feel him step behind you. You glance over your shoulder and the air catches in your throat. His legs brush the backs of your thighs as he steps closer, a dark, hungry expression on his face.

"Kyle—"

That's all you get out before his big hand lands on the small of your back and he slides it forward to press your chest into your new mattress. "Sorry, pet. Can't help myself," he apologizes, but he doesn't sound like he's sorry, and he doesn't remove his hand.

But Kyle Garrick is a nice guy. He would never take advantage of your vulnerable position. He would never crowd you forward, never grab you by the waist as he buckles your knees with his. He's not the type of guy who would manhandle you onto all fours on your brand-new mattress, would never dare to yank your leggings and panties down your thighs before burying two fingers knuckles-deep in your pussy.

Your grunt of surprise says it all.

But this is Kyle Garrick, the nicest guy you'd ever want to meet.

Yet the man who is now kneeling behind you with his fist clenched in your hair doesn't resemble that nice guy at all. This man is anything but nice, and he is intent on ruining you.

You whimper out a pitiful cry as his hand connects with your ass, hot and stinging. "Ah!" you squeak, embarrassed when you feel a trickle of arousal slip down your thigh.

His laugh is low and dark as he crooks his fingers inside you and smacks your ass again. You clench down hard on his stroking digits, gasping a cry when he plants his thumb on your clit and rubs hard, fast circles into it. Toes curling, your body jolts away from the intense stimulation, but he just barks a mean laugh and slaps your ass again before hauling you back.

You try lifting your head, but he tightens his fist in your hair and pushes your face back into the mattress with an amused, breathless grunt. "Oh, no ya don't. You wanted to tease me, huh?" he pants out as he hauls his cock and balls over the top of his sweatpants. He smacks the head against a reddened cheek. "Make me lose control?" he husks out as he hikes your hips higher. He grunts out a laugh. "Congratulations, pet. You won."

The words on the card dance before your eyes as his first thrust shoves your head into the pillows, sheets rucking up at your knees. Your shocked little cry makes him huff out another laugh. "Do ya like your prize, sweetheart?" he bites out, holding his full length inside you. He grips your hips hard enough to bruise as his chin drops to his chest. His breath hisses through his teeth before he mutters, "Fuck. Knew you'd feel good, but shit..."

He grunts out a low growl as he draws back his hips, a slow drag that acquaints you with every ridge and vein of his cock. You're clenching desperately, walls spasming as they try to cling onto his retreating length. He groans as he withdraws, not stopping until the ridge of his swollen tip catches on the rim of your entrance. He forces himself to look away from his glistening, wet length, yanking your head back to meet your eyes.

"Should I be the bigger person here, pet? Should I give ya what ya want, or should I tease ya with it?" he asks with a wicked grin as he circles his hips.

His hips then flex and his cock inches in just enough to give you hope before he pulls out again, and the walls of your cunt clench like a fist, squeezing the breath from your lungs.

You squirm and whine, trying to push your hips back, but he holds you firm. "Ah-ah! C'mon, I want to hear ya say it, first. Tell me what ya want." When you only whimper in frustration and jerk your hips, his hand cracks over your ass again as he gives your head a rough little shake. "Say it," he snarls.

Your mind is reeling. It's too much and not enough, and it's all happening so fast, but you got what you wanted. You made him break, you just never considered that he could break you, too, but now it's happening, what you've always wanted to happen, and it's...

... Just. Too. Much.

"You!" you cry out, plaintive and high. "I want— you!"

He sighs in satisfaction, his breath gusting over your back. "There she is. There's my girl," he moans, then spears your body on his length again, relishing the way your eyes go wide, how your lips form a perfect little 'O'.

He grips your hair and gives your head a lazy shake. "Now, say you're sorry," he croons.

You heave a sob, squeezing your eyes shut, shaking your head no, even as you begin to chant out a breathy, "'M sorry, 'm sorry. Sorrysorrysorrysorry..."

A dark chuckle makes you shiver as he folds himself over your back, his plush lips pressing a tender kiss behind your ear. "I forgive you," he whispers, letting go of your hair to smooth it away from your face. "Now, show me how sorry you are."

Hooking his hand over your shoulder, he takes hold of your hip and proceeds to pound you into the mattress. You keen his name out as your back arches, and his next thrust collapses your knees. "That's it, love," he puffs out, riding you into the bed. "Cry for me... Tell me how sorry ya are... for making me wait so long."

You would if you could, because you are sorry. You are so-so sorry for making him wait and denying yourself, but words escape you. With his big hand splayed between your shoulder blades, his hips rocking between your trembling thighs, the ability to speak abandons you, leaving you to babble incoherent sounds into the sheets.

His grunts and hissed curses are your benediction. His bruising thrusts battering your tender folds, the slap of his balls against your swollen clit are your atonement. The sweat that drips from his chin to patter across your back is his blessing.

This is how he forgives you.

Your pelvic muscles tighten, walls bearing down. He's worked you up so fast, your building orgasm takes you by surprise. It barrels past you at a speed that you can't keep up with and slams you into a wall, your release gushing as your core contracts. You clench so hard it makes you cry out, a pleasure that dances on a razor's edge of pain.

"Bloody— hell!" Kyle whines, bowing over you as you grip him like a vice. "I can't... You're too... Fuck!" he snarls out.

His hand grips your shoulder as his hips begin to piston, rutting into your tight, spasming walls as he comes unhinged. A string of curses and praise pour over your head as his weight presses you into the bed. He's dragging your orgasm out to a point of overstimulation, but there's no escape. You lie beneath him and pay your penance, wailing when he wrenches another orgasm from your body on the heels of the last one.

Your spine curves when you cum, cunt pulsing, working to pull him deeper, and it's all over for him. He plows forward with one last feral growl, and then his body seizes up behind you, cock buried to the hilt between your shaking legs. His hips jerk with his release, his breath choking off in his throat.

And you're just... gone.

You can see, you can hear, you can feel, but your brain isn't really processing any of it. Awareness is slow to return, but eventually you become aware of the heavy weight covering your prone form, can feel the heaving breaths warm and damp against your neck, notice how hot your skin feels compared to the cold, sticky puddle on the sheets between your spread thighs.

You moan and twitch, unable to move, stirring the man above you into action. The heavy weight is lifted away, and you feel buoyed up on the new mattress, your body now floating with your blissed-out brain.

Kyle flops over on his back beside you, hooded eyes peering up at the ceiling as he tucks an arm behind his head. He waits until his breath has evened out before he turns his head to look at you. There is hesitance in his expression and caution in his gaze, but hope is there, too, flickering behind his eyes.

You blink, sighing out a breath as your lips curve into a slow smile.

"Thanks for the new mattress, Kyle."

He smirks, brown eyes going soft and warm as he hooks his arm around your waist to drag you closer. Hand cupping your ass, he claims a kiss before he whispers against your lips, "You're welcome."

#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x fem reader #cod gaz x reader #cod gaz x fem reader #gaz x reader #gaz x fem reader #cod mw2 fanfic #mw2 fanfic

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thegamingcatmom · 3 months

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Feral!Denalis be like-

Feral!sisters playing a game of cat(s) and mouse with you as they chase you through the woods, cackling like mad, encouraging you to "Keep going, little one~!", while simultaneously snarling and snapping their teeth at each other because "Mine!", and what makes this even worse is the fact they could probably snap your neck with their little finger at any time and they´re simply choosing not to (yet), because you look absolutely ravishing getting yourself all worked up—

"Oh my~" one of them purred at you. From where, you couldn´t locate. They seemed to be everywhere yet nowhere at once. It was terrifying.

It´s not like you´d stand the slightest of chances against a demon, let alone three. So, all that´s left to do is continue playing their game, because you dread to think about what might happen if you don´t.

As they finally got you cornered, you could only pray to god (and hope he´s willing to listen) that your end will be swift and painless—

"Aww~, you did so well, maličký!" and baring those sharp teeth at you, red eyes staring into your very soul, daring you to make another move, perhaps even hoping for it, judging by their glow. But—

...What?

Chiming laughter fills the air then, and your mind can´t quite grasp the fact that something so terrible was capable of producing something so lovely.

You also couldn´t bring yourself to feel insulted at their blatant mocking of you. You really had other things to worry about right now, eyes flitting between the three of them, wondering, dreading—

Was this yet another game?

"Katrina." the one positioned in the middle rumbled, prompting the woman in question to let out a snarl of her own, albeit more out of reflex apparently, as it seemed to just... cut off soon after it started. "Calm yourself. You more than had your fun today. Look at her, the poor thing~"

You couldn´t not notice the mocking undertone, a glint in those red eyes.

It was another game, then. Great.

Just as you were contemplating simply making a run for it, because even death seemed more appealing compared to this torture—

"Ah, ah~" you don´t make it very far though, as a rather hard body collides with yours—

Oof!

-effectively hindering you from making a grand escape. How were they so fast?

"Leaving so soon~?" the demon pouted. "Do you not wish to spend a little more time with us?" Slowly walking you backwards until your back hit the tree, keeping you hostage yet again.

There was no fighting it any longer - overcome with fear and utter exhaustion - you teared up. The woman slowly tilted her head to one side, burning eyes never leaving yours, as if waiting for it, fascinated by it, daring you to give in.

You felt exposed, overwhelmed, frustrated—

So, give in you did - hot tears were starting to run down your flushed cheeks, your face scrunched up, there was no way you could´ve contained the hiccup! that followed, even if you tried.

You must look rather pathetic, you know you do. You felt pathetic, bawling your eyes out in front of these... whatever they are, who seemed most content watching it all unfold, standing around like statues. The occasional sniffle being the only thing to break the eerie silence.

In fact, the one still trapping you against the tree seemed a bit too content, nearly leaning into you, one corner of those blood red lips just so turned up in a lopsided smile, and you swear something was vibrating.

More importantly though, those eyes. They were still boring into yours. You don´t think she´s even blinked once since this nightmare started. None of them did.

Another thing to add to the definitely-not-human pile.

It was mortifying, being put on the spot like this. By three women whose beauty seemed out of this world, at that. You never worked well under pressure, your emotions getting the better of you most times, causing you to make reckless decisions.

...Such as trying to beat the crap out of a supernatural being probably very much capable of throwing you all the way across this clearing with a flick of her wrist, all the while not giving a damn about the fact all you seem to be accomplishing is hurting yourself.

She had the decency to look mildly surprised by your outburst, at least - eyebrows shooting up, gaze falling down between your bodies to watch you hit her stomach, her sides, her hips, anywhere your hands could reach in your current predicament of being squished between two solids.

It seemed to amuse her, if that lofty snickering is anything to go by.

"Tsk tsk tsk... none of that now~" came the chiding reply, as if this She-Devil hadn´t wanted to provoke exactly that. One of your wrists was seized in a strong grip then, much stronger than considered normal for a woman of her build.

Two fingers were placed under your chin then, slowly lifting your head, demanding you look. "There you are..." the back of those same fingers slowly brushed up and down your cheek, collecting a few drops, taking a moment to inspect them - there´s that flicker of fascination yet again - before bringing them to her lips, the tip of a tongue peeking out to collect what was offered, eyes staying firmly locked on yours the whole time.

You were sweating, the heat in your cheeks increasing tenfold. The urge to avert your eyes had become almost unbearable, but you doubt she´d let you. You were crumbling and she knows it.

"Well... care to share, dear sister?" the third blonde thankfully interrupted, sounding rather exasperated over the fact things have come to a standstill ever since they´ve managed to corner you.

The sudden objection was enough to break the spell the sister had managed to put you under, your eyes naturally shifting towards its source, and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

...Only to nearly choke on that breath when you were met with a look that you could only describe as hungry.

You gulped.

The She-Devil noticed, of course she did. The warning rumble was back in full force, and you weren´t sure who it was directed at. For when your gaze returned to her, those red eyes were staring daggers at you, upper lip curled back slightly to reveal a set of pearl white teeth, seeming to elongate before your very eyes.

What in the world...?

You had your answer when, instead of tearing you limb from limb, her head whirled around to fix her sister with a look instead. You couldn´t quite see it from your position, but judging from the scoff it received in return, you reckoned it wasn´t all that pretty.

Once her head started turning your way again, you quickly shifted your gaze to meet hers, not wanting to agitate her further and actually risk getting mauled or something.

...Not quick enough to not catch the two blondes sharing a look, though. The one on the right appearing just as done as she sounded. The other, Katrina, seemed rather amused - one eyebrow lifted, an impish smile dancing on her lips.

You got the feeling this was a regular occurrence.

Those piercing eyes found yours again, and you started to wonder if that moment just now had simply been a figment of your imagination. Her face revealed nothing, except for the fact she seemed most pleased to find you already anticipating her, indeed.

...Looking a bit like a lovestruck teenager, actually.

It was unsettling.

"Hm..." she purred, hands coming up to grip your upper arms, slowly moving them up and down in an almost affectionate manner.

Her next words would seal your fate once and for all, of that you were certain.

"It seems my beloved sisters are just as unwilling to part from you just yet, little rabbit." Hand moving up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Well... what do you say~? Won´t you keep us company for a while longer?"

It wasn´t a question.

Your stomach dropped.

"Aww, why the long face, maličký? We don´t bite...~", Katrina mocked, making a show of looking like she actually cared.

"We´re gonna have so much fun together, you´ll see...~"

Yeah.

Fun.

#twilight #the twilight saga #the denalis #denali coven #tanya denali #kate denali #irina denali #feral denali sisters #feral sisters #fanfiction #fic idea

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ashleybenlove · 1 year

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Hiccup and the Gang + Dagur and Heather play Cards Against Humanity. What happens? Who wins?

Related to my tags on this post.

CHAOS!!!

This game is Very Much Dagur’s game. Also the twins’ game, because whatever sense of humor Dagur has, they’re not likely to be offended by it. They’re chaotic and tricky and Loking. They would have a lot of fun.

Fishlegs is not the right person for this game.

Snotlout would have fun because of the horny cards because he’s horny all the time (to steal a quote from The Golden Girls).

I’m not sure about Heather, tbh. But she’s lived a very rough life. I think she can handle it.

Hiccup? I think he’s somewhere in the middle of that spectrum lol. Yeah, he’s sassy, but he’s not feral.

Astrid is probably close to Hiccup on that spectrum but leaning towards the Dagur end of the spectrum. We know she’s got a potty mouth but also she takes no guff.

Man, I wanna see what they’re like as Card Czars...

#askbox #knowerofuselessfacts #how to train your dragon #Race to the Edge #Hiccup and the Gang #hiccup #astrid #fishlegs #snotlout #ruffnut #tuffnut #heather #dagur #Cards Against Humanity

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ranchthoughts · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @airenyah (here), @colourme-feral (here), @dribs-and-drabbles (here), @dudeyuri (here), @nieves-de-sugui (here), and @telomeke (here). Thanks everyone!

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name, yes. Otherwise, no.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I shed some tears looking at some family photos over the holidays. And I got choked up watching Amane talk to Ryuji's dad's photo in If It's With You/Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo last week.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

Fun fact about me, I love sports. I'm not the greatest sportsperson nor have I played any at a high level, but I'm happy to play anything. Except basketball. I don't really like basketball.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hm. Their general face/physical appearance?

7. What's your eye colour?

Green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I have a deep respect for scary movies and what they do and mean for our societies, but I don't watch them myself.

9. Any talents?

I can stop hiccuping on command?

10. Where were you born?

At home. No hospital for me.

11. What are your hobbies?

Scrolling Tumblr seeing what you all have to say about shows. Writing about shows. (Sometimes) watching shows. Running a Dungeons and Dragons game. For the moment, knitting washcloths. Theoretically, reading.

12. Do you have any pets?

My family has a dog

13. How tall are you?

Average, though based on people's responses I think my sense of average is skewed by having tall friends? Taller than most QL girls, shorter than most QL guys.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Everything. Anything. I liked learning (still do).

15. Dream job?

Like most people answering this it seems, I do not dream of labour.

I think most people have answered this at this point, so I'm not going to tag anyone. But if you'd like to play, go ahead!

#tag game #thanks for the tags everyone!

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kuwdora · 5 months

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ao3 wrapped ask: 12, 13, 14

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Eeee, WIPs. Mayoho, you oughta know what a loaded question this is lol. I always have ten million WIPs that I love and want to work on and finish. So many.

On the top of my WIP pile is is probably my yennskier/geraskefer silly soft sex story. The way my brain is going I’ll probably finish that in January instead of December like I wish. I have my book/game Ciri grief feels thing that I have been hiccuping about for months now. And ahhhHHhhh, I got my Yen/Jaskier post-Thanedd hurt/comfort thing that is either gonna be a cozy 4k or another 10k sauna of feelings. Just gotta work on it some more before I figure that out. Those are probably the closest to getting done enough for me to post soon. “Soon” fjskfjslkjfs. Other WIPs of note: I also have a book/game Yennefer thing I started drafting in June that I want to circle back to again. Fic is about Yen and Freyja with a nice dose of Geralt Loving Yennefer. I have quite a bit of my Jaskier/Oxenfurt series already drafted. There’s a few witcher rare pair things I’d started and put aside (Yen/Phil, Jaskier/Dijkstra) that I would like to finish too. I have my nascent Tissaia-lives AU that my brain wants to chomp on. And alllll of my Leshy Eskel stuff. It would also be remiss of me not to acknowledge that I have another like 3k of Vilgefortz stuff drafted, heh. I have some yennskier kink WIPs and more role reversal Geralt and Jaskier things and… on and on. Too Many WIPs. Also that Radskier Hansa thing that’s not quite a thing yet but should be, eheh. 13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Longest work is Coin Operated Boy which is 25,928. And actually it should be longer cause I found a slightly different draft with some more Cory and Jaskier details in my Scrivener binder that I really like and wish I had put in. So really it should be like 27 or 28k... but I was getting kind of feral and lost my mind with editing towards the end there and just dropped it without including the rest of their backstory. 14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

I wrote (and posted—that’s the important distinction) 10 fics less than 1000 words this year. Here are some of my favorites:

Insomnia, Cahir/Regis, 712 words. Masturbation and sleep deprivation and voyeurism, oh my.

Golden Opportunity, 166 which is Jaskier and Vernon Roche in captivity.

Shadowdancer, 118, Geralt/Istredd cozy handjob.

Polite, 100 words. Vespula pegging and Jaskier begging.

ao3 wrapped [writer's edition]

#answerdora #ao3 wrapped #ao3 wrapped 2023 #littlestsnicket #writing #writing meme #fic meme #my witcher wips #my witcher fic

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violet-moonstone · 6 months

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vigdagcup playlist song #6

"Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge

This song makes me feral I can't explain it. It reminds me a lot of Closer but with a different sound.

Honestly I see this as more of a dagcup song...specifically for the highschool/college Dagcup AU I made up/was obsessed with last summer - in which Dagur and Hiccup are paired up for a project - Hiccup is not happy about it because Dagur's kind of an asshole and he knows he's going to end up doing all the work. Dagur is conflicted because he has a huge crush on Hiccup but absolutely does not want to acknowledge it at all. He denies his feelings until the bubble bursts and they may or may not end up making out in Dagur or Hiccup's bedroom. (I also imagine a lot of cute bonding moments where they show each other the music and video games they like...and Dagur tries to find as many ways to spend time with Hiccup as possible.)

Dagur makes it clear that it's *only* physical and he definitely does not want a boyfriend - and Hiccup goes along with it because honestly he's surprised that someone is even attracted to him. There's lots of moments where Hiccup will forget the "rules" and hold Dagur's hand in public or look at him in a way that Dagur thinks is too romantic and Dagur keeps telling him to stop.

But Dagur starts to realize oh no he's slowly falling harder and harder for this complete nerd and he has no idea what to do about it.

At some point it ends with Dagur just saying screw it and deciding to be open about his relationship with Hiccup. I think after an argument he might go up to Hiccup in the hallway and take his hand to walk him to class. And Hiccup would ask what about the rules? And Dagur says fuck the rules.

I see this song as Dagur finally working up the courage to either tell Hiccup he's attracted to him or that he has feelings for him

btw this was heavily inspired by long exposure and american shameless

anyway that was a very long intro. lyrics below

Lyrics

Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped But the slip turns to terror and a crush to like When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak An escape is just a nod and a casual wave Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away It's just like all the others it'll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know You pray it all away but it continues to grow

I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close Soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do 'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school But their lips met, and reservations started to pass Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

Either way he wanted her and this was bad He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

I want to hold you close Skin pressed against me tight Lie still, and close your eyes girl So lovely, it feels so right

I want to hold you close Soft breath, beating heart As I whisper in your ear I want to fucking tear you apart

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#vigcup #vigdagcup #dagcup #vigdagcup playlist #dagcup modern au #dagcup high school au

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance.

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server.

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!”

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle.

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night.

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls.

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages.

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive.

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case.

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with.

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well.

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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volleychumps · 3 years

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AAAAAAAAAH REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😭😂 AHEM hello!!! welcome back btw 😊 tumblr is not the same without youuu but i'd like to request a bestfriend au with tsukki, kuroo, and iwa where the reader was asked to give a love letter to them but the reader was hesitant to pass it and the boys found out about it? hehe please make it fluffy to mend my broken heart 🙏🥺

but if it's too much, don't hesitate to ignore it, love 😊

« Crossing Boundaries.

- the one in which you’re asked to pass on a love letter to your best friend, but what’s stopping you? Why does it...hurt?

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Tsukishima, Kuroo, and Iwaizumi

WHO TF BROKE YOUR HEART take mine instead

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Tsukishima

“So...you’ll give it to him?”

You glance at the outstretched letter in the girl’s hand, shouldering your bag with a tilt of your head. Who was this girl again?

“Um...”

“You’re Tsukishima-Kun’s best friend!” She blurts, startling you slightly as your eyes widen a fraction. “I...want him to go out with me. You’re just so easy to approach, Y/N-chan!”

Jaw slacking, you watch as she deeply bows before skittering off with a bright hue to her cheeks, a hopeful glint in her eyes as you glance down at the carefully sealed letter in your hand. No doubt were her feelings sealed in the contents of this letter, it wouldn’t be a big deal to be the messenger, right?

The sudden sick feeling in your stomach was nothing, right?

“Oi. I know I said you were scatterbrained, but did you seriously not realize classes ended for the day?”

You flinch at the feeling of Tsukishima pinching your cheek to catch your attention, staring down at you increduously as you find a wobbly grin taking place, your hands automatically opening your bag.

“Is my amazing best friend actually offering to walk me home?” You feign shock as Tsukishima rolls his eyes.

“Who said that? Buy me snacks, get a move on.” The blonde scoffs, jutting his chin in the direction of the door before you swallow back the tightness in your throat.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

You zip up your bag, noting that it felt a little heavier than before. Tsukishima picks up on your silence on the walk to the convenience store, noting that you seemed a little down. He nudges your side as you stare blankly off into the onigiri aisle, tilting his head in a silent question.

“Eh? Uh, just grab whatever. I’m not even hungry.”

“Since when?” Tsukishima retorts, easily grabbing an extra bun and your favorite canned fruit juice along with his snacks before ringing them up, leaving you behind.

Would he do this with that girl if they started dating?

“Ah, I thought I was buying.”

“Get that pout off your face and eat.” Tsukishima leans against the glass windows of the convenience store, unwrapping your bun for you before shoving it in your direction. “What’s with you?”

You scoff playfully, nibbling the soft bread. “As if you care.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

Tsukishima smirks into his meat bun as you glare in his direction, content with the quietness of your friendship that was built on playful insults and each other’s presence.

Your fingers twitched as the meat bun lowered in one of your hands, the other fiddling with the zipper on your bag.

Who were you to stop him from potential happiness?

“Here.”

Tsukishima glances down at the letter, brown eyes widening a little bit.

“This from you?”

You take a big bite out of your bun, knowing that the foreign hurt you felt in your stomach would arise again if you answered his question.

“Is this why you were acting so weird earlier?” He prompts another question as you swallow your mouthful, examining the unopened letter.

“You should’ve just told me, idiot.”

It hurts to look at him. It sounds like he’s fighting to keep his amusement out of his voice.

“I know.” You crumple your wrapper, refusing to look in his direction. The corners of your lips are forcibly turned upwards as you feel Tsukishima staring at you seriously.

“Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Your voice sounds small, and Tsukishima’s scoff made your heart fall into your stomach.

“Well, duh.”

You knew it.

“People who date aren’t friends. I accept your confession, stupid. Stop looking so sad.”

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at his words. Realization melts into your gaze as it darts from the pink tinge of hid ears to to the unopened letter. He hadn’t even read the contents of it.

“Kei. I didn’t write that letter.”

The silence that settles between the two of you is borderline unbearable. Tsukishima rips the letter open, eyes skimming it’s contents before his jaw clenches.

“I see that now.”

“Ha...sorry.” You mumble awkwardly, heat brimming your cheeks as your best friend pockets the letter, making your heart sink further.

“Might as well accept, huh?”

“R-really?”

“Is she cute?” Tsukishima throws his trash away as he walks ahead of you, leaving you to trail after him as you stare at his back as you do so, nails biting into your palms.

“Do I know her? Do you know her?” He stops walking, and you bump into his back. The tall blonde doesn’t look back at you, the colorful sky of the setting sun acting as a background for his tall figure.

“Why were you so hesitant in giving me her letter?”

Tsukishima’s irritation finally boils over at your continued silence, finally glancing back at you only for his brown irises to widen. One more question. Perhaps the most important one.

“Why are you crying?”

You hastily wipe at the tears as your best friend faces you fully, his grip on the strap of his bag loosening so his arm falls down at his side. His arm is hesitant as it raises, hand carefully cupping your face as his thumb brushes your tears to the side.

“I-I don’t know-!” You hiccup. Why did it feel like you were losing something that was standing right in front of you?

“Y/N.” One careful motion has Tsukishima’s hand lifting your face to meet his usually stoic eyes.

“Do you like me?”

“Do I?” Your response is hushed, making Tsukishima scoff, his other hand reaching out to grab your waist on the empty sidewalk.

“Only one way to find out, dumbass.”

His lips are on yours before you can hiccup another response, and your hand wraps around his wrist that’s cupping your face as your heart seems to finally relax.

“So?” Tsukishima murmurs, lips still grazing yours when he pulls back slightly.

Ah. He made the pain stop.

“I don’t know. I think you need to do it again.”

“You’re an idiot.” The blonde is smirking now, tugging you closer.

“So you don’t want to?” You ask innocently as Tsukishima throws a crumpled ball of paper behind him. He looks at you in annoyance, but his eyes hold something else as he grips your chin.

“Don’t put words in my mouth. Especially since you made a fool of me earlier.”

“I never said it was from me!”

“Do you want me to kiss you again, or not?”

Kuroo

“If you would, I’d be so grateful!”

“Ah, wait-!”

You sigh as the unknown girl blends into the crowd at the volleyball match, making you hang your head and sigh as the sound of your name makes you perk up from within the stands.

“Y/N-chaaaan, you’re here to see me!”

“Lies.”

“Hi Lev! You did so well out there!” You wave at your much taller underclassman, ignoring your best friend before yelping a little when Lev glomps you like a little kid. Your best friend’s stare from over his teammates shoulder is unamused as Kuroo grabs the back of Lev’s shirt.

“Y/N’s here to give me a ride home. Get your own best friend, kid.”

“You have Kenma!”

“No he doesn’t.” Kenma pops up on your other side, and you withhold a giggle as Kuroo rolls his eyes, quite literally plucking you up from the crowding of his teammates by the waist. You sweatdrop when he flings you over his shoulder, whistling as the raven-haired captain carries you over to the exit.

“You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

“I make no such promises.”

“Kuroo-senpai, it’s okay to be jealous!” An irritated heat fills your cheeks as Kenma and Lev get farther away, the latter offering two large thumbs up.

“Awh, listen to your underclassman.” You tease, and Kuroo easily shuffles around in your purse to get your keys as you suddenly still. Would he find the note that his fan had given you?

...wait. Why did you think that was a bad thing?

“Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to drive?”

“You could just ride home on the bus with your teammates like a normal person.” You quip as Kuroo carefully sets you down before unlocking your car, opening the door for you as you roll your eyes and get in.

“If I did, would you still come to my games, sweetheart?” The captain’s cat-like smile was easy as he rests his forearm atop your car door, tilting his head in amusement.

“Don’t call me that.” Heat never fails to swirl in your cheeks at Kuroo’s flirtatious nature before he snickers, closing your door before reminding you to watch out for your legs.

“By the way, what was with the letter in your bag?”

Your chest sinks.

“None of your business.” You blink, the words slipping out automatically before Kuroo shrugs, putting your car into motion. Questions flitted around your head as to why, Kuroo’s speaking of his volleyball match acting as background noise.

“...Kitten, are you even listening to me?”

“Yep. I love serves. Go team.”

Kuroo smirks, keeping his eyes on the road with his forearm bent in a relaxed manner resting on top of your seat.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?”

“How your teammates are cuter than you.”

“Ow.”

You laugh, but there’s weight to it. Biting your lip, guilt swimming in your stomach for even considering not giving it to him. Hastily, you reach out to put the letter in the compartment on his dashboard.

“What’s that?” Kuroo’s feral eyes glance at the paper before flitting back to the road, and you look out the window with a strained smile.

“Yours. A girl at the match wanted me to give it to you.”

You wait for the cocky retort and barrage of questions as to who, but it doesn’t come. Eyebrow quirking at his silence, you glance at your best friend to see his jaw had clenched, grip on the steering wheel tightening.

“Kuroo-?” You blink when he swerves into the next gas station, the lot mostly empty save for a few patrons buying cigarettes. You tilt your head, thoroughly confused as he stares at the paper sitting on his dashboard.

“You said it was none of my business.”

“And...?” you urge him to continue. “I obviously didn’t-”

“Y/N, did you not want to give me her letter?”

When did his tone get so serious?

You felt like a deer in the headlights. Curse him for being so smart.

“H-Huh? You’re overthinking things...” You force out a scoff, looking out your window again to see that the rest of the patrons had left.

“In that case...” Kuroo mumbles as you see from his peripheral vision grab the letter.

“Do you have to read it now?” The question tumbles from your lips before you realize it, completely oblivious to the hurt that shone over your eyes as Kuroo notices immediately.

“I’m going to say yes.”

Your jaw slackens before you quickly pull yourself together. What was with you?

“Y-You don’t even know who...” Your lips were trembling as Kuroo locked eyes with you seriously, but you steadied your breathing quickly before a smile takes place.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Dammit, Y/N-” Kuroo’s voice was near a growl as he unbuckled his seatbelt, capturing your lips with his as his hand rests on the back of your neck, tugging you towards him. You gasp into the unexpected kiss, shocked at the fact that you liked it.

Breathless, his chest rises as he catches his breath when he pulls back, the captain’s eyes brimmed with annoyance as you meet his gaze with a dumbfounded one.

“I hand you all the chances in the damn world on a silver platter, and I kiss you first? In a gas station parking lot? Damn, Kenma was right. I am a wuss.”

“W-Wha...” You blink once, then twice before Kuroo’s thumb grazes your bottom lip.

“I’m gonna kiss you again if you don’t reply in three seconds. I’m about to internally combust.”

A smile stretches over your lips slowly, and that’s enough for the dark-haired captain to kiss you with a fervor unknown, as if he had been holding himself back this whole time-

the folded letter laying forgotten on the dashboard.

Iwaizumi

“This close.” You pinch your fingers together as Hanamaki and Matsukawa look down at you in amusement. “This close to beating up your captain because his stupid fangirls give me his stupid fucking confessions to give to him because the girls at our school lack the balls to do it.”

“It can’t all be that bad.” Hanamaki muses as you hand him a certain one, the tall boy skimming the letter before his nose gushes out blood.

“Did...did you just get a nosebleed-”

"It’s rude to read a person’s mail!” Oikawa pipes up, snatching the letter from Hanamaki before pouting in your direction.

“It’s okay, they’re anonymous. Gotta make sure their not death threats.” You give the captain finger guns, and he gasps in shock in response.

“Who would want to wish death upon a face this pretty?”

“Iwaizumi.” Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s responses are immediate, and you stifle a laugh as Oikawa immediately sulks. Your best friend was in the locker room for a post-practice shower, not present to confirm nor deny that statement.

“Oh! Speaking of Iwa-chan, there’s a letter for him in here too.”

Huh?

“Ah. I forgot he’s a little popular too.” Matsukawa hums, snatching the letter out of Oikawa’s pile and putting it on your face. “Here.”

“And what do you expect me to do with this?” You swat Matsukawa’s hand away, a frown settling on your lips that doesn’t go unnoticed by Makki.

“Ooh, is our cute little manager jealous?”

“What are you, six?”

“Is she getting defensive, Makki?”

“I think she is, Matsukawa.”

“Stop.” You groan, shooing the third years away as the pair of friends oblige, chuckling among themselves while leaving you with Oikawa.

“Y/N...do you like Iwa-chan?”

“We’re best friends.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” Oikawa was oddly serious, seeming to desperately want the answer out of you as you tilt your head in confusion as he steps closer to you.

“What-?”

“The truth is, Iwa-chan-”

“Oi. Are you talking about me?”

Oikawa claps his hand over his mouth, Iwaizumi glaring at his childhood friend before shaking his head no quickly.

“Would you look at the time!” Oikawa peers at his nonexistent watch as Iwaizumi huffs through his nose, peering down at you next as you bite the inside of your cheek. On instinct, you had hidden the letter in your hand behind your back.

“What’s with you?” Iwaizumi questions, taking the towel slung over your shoulder to wipe at the nape of his neck. “Did that piece of shit say something weird to you?”

“That piece of shit is our friend.”

“Sadly.” Iwa’s response is immediate, and you giggle, making his features soften a little bit. “So did he?”

“Is there a dirty little secret I don’t know about?” You muse, crossing your arms as Iwa’s movements to dry the back of his neck seem to still momentarily.

“Nope.”

“Hm. Unconvincing.”

“What’s that behind your back?” The spiker changes the subject, and your mouth suddenly goes dry as the door sliding open steals both of your attention. Matsukawa smirked at you as Hanamaki flashed you a thumbs up as they left, Oikawa winking before taking his leave as well.

“We should get going too.” You awkwardly sidestep away, hesitation in your movement as Iwaizumi tilts his head in thought.

“Right, but first-”

You yelp, Iwaizumi faster than you as he pulls you by the shoulder, your back hitting his chest comfortably as his hand easily slips the letter out of your grasp.

“What’s this?”

Dammit.

“Oh um, a letter for you.”

Dammit. Dammit.

“Did you write it?”

Why do you feel so unsettled?

“N-No...”

Iwaizumi blinks, opening up the letter to skim its’ contents before you try to make a quiet escape. You don’t come out victorious, Iwa easily catching your collar as mid-sentence to corrupt your plans.

It’s quiet when he finishes reading it, and he crumples it up before shoving it in his pocket.

“Who’s the lucky girl? Do you know her?”

Your best friend ignores your upbeat tone, glancing at you with his hand shoved in his pocket.

“...why were you hiding it?”

“Hm?”

He begins to move towards you.

“Did you...not like me receiving a confession?”

“What are you talking about?” You move backwards with every step he takes forward, nervously avoiding his dark eyes as your back finally hits the wall.

“I didn’t even know it was a confession...” You ramble, and Iwa’s hand reaches out to touch the wall besides your waist, making your heart skip a beat. His stare was captivating, making your legs weak.

Since when did your best friend have such an effect on you?

“Iwa.” Your voice was near a whimper, making the dark-haired spiker wrap his arm around your waist, large hand resting on the small of your back. He seems uncertain with his movements, jaw clenched and forehead creased.

“Y/N.” Your noses were brushing now. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to ruin our friendship?”

You stare at him in disbelief, finding your head shaking the slightest bit no-

and that’s all it takes for him to close the distance.

His large hand entangles in your hair, holding you closer to him as he kisses you deeply, yet gently. Your arms tremble as they wrap around his neck, pulling him towards you as you feel his lips softly turn upwards against yours.

Both of your breathing is heavy when you break the moment, heart beating out of your chest.

“Um, so what’s your answer to the confession-”

“Shut up.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, smirking when you giggle into the next kiss he presses on your lips.

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LMAO RIP to the girls who wrote those confession letters in the first place, but they don’t exist don’t feel too guilty y’all <3

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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Hot and Cold {EulAmber}

A/N: Okay so after writing those headcanons for Eula a while ago my brain just went feral and I had to write something for these two. I ended up making it shippy because i can’t help myself lmao. And I KNOW i said Eula’s a ler but women make my brain go brr so she’s a lee in this one. Hope y’all like this one! :D (also this is like a fic i wrote,,, just after the eula headcanons and then finished like,, a little while ago so its very sporadic SORRY)

Summary: Eula and Amber decide to play a little game of hot and cold.

Word Count: 950 (under the cut)

“Eulahahaha!!” Amber wailed, squirming around frantically as Eula danced her fingers up Amber’s sides and waist with ease, peals of laughter echoing through the air around them as Eula chuckled.

“Had enough?”

With her face bright red, Amber nodded, giggling frantically even after Eula pulled her hands away, Amber curling up as she hiccuped. Eula chuckled, sitting down next to Amber and rubbing her back gently as Amber managed to bring herself down from the giggle high. She turned to Eula, her face still slightly pink as she pouted, throwing herself in Eula’s lap.

“How come I never get to tickle you?” She whined, and Eula shrugged, pinching Amber’s hip to make her squeak.

“Maybe because you’re too cute~”

Amber flushed, burying her face in Eula’s tummy as the blue-haired woman laughed in amusement, petting Amber’s hair gently, humming.

“In truth, I’m not even sure if I’m very ticklish. You’ve tried it before, haven’t you?”

Amber thought back to the time when she crept up behind Eula and tried to tickle her, and all she got was a surprised jump and a smirk, which led to Amber being the one who was tickled that day.

Amber looked up at Eula, who looked a bit pensive. Amber reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Everything okay?”

“Well… I was never close enough with anyone in my family to be tickled, and even now almost none of the knights approach me because of my lineage. You’re one of the only people who trusts me, and I appreciate that trust more than anything it’s just - I wish I had more people to be close with like you,” Eula said with a frown, looking away from Amber.

Amber frowned as well, reaching up and cupping Eula’s cheek, showing her a soft smile in hopes of getting her to feel better. Eula smiled back quickly, but her sad look returned just as fast, making Amber pout. She sat up quickly, Eula looking over at her with surprise as the Outrider pounced on Eula, knocking her backwards with a strained yelp.

“How could I not trust you? You’re really one of the sweetest people I’ve met, don’t talk down about yourself!”

“I wasn’t really-”

“I’m gonna cheer you up!”

Eula raised an eyebrow and grinned slightly, noticing Amber’s tenacity coming through again.

“Oh? How are you gonna cheer me up, love?”

Amber grabbed onto Eula’s sides, making Eula raise both of her eyebrows in surprise as she looked down at Amber’s hands.

“W-Well, I’m not very sure… maybe we can play hot and cold? I tickle you somewhere and you tell me if it’s more or less ticklish by saying whether it’s hot or cold!” Amber said confidently, and Eula chuckled a bit in amusement.

“Alright, but right now it’s cold.”

“I’m not even doing anything yet!” Amber complained and Eula laughed. Amber pouted and started to wiggle her fingers on Eula’s sides, making her jump slightly in surprise.

“What’s the temperature?”

“Uhm… lukewarm,” Eula said. She felt a light tingling sensation, but it wasn’t enough to get her laughing. Amber pouted, moving her hands down a bit to Eula’s hips, where Eula squirmed lightly, giggling softly.

Amber grinned. “Temp?”

“Waharm~” Eula chirped, and Amber beamed as she put a bit more pressure on her hands, digging into Eula’s hipbone slightly as she jerked, more giggles pouring from her lips. Amber gently massaged her hips as Eula squirmed, reaching to cover her lips.

Amber pulled her hand away, tutting her as Eula continued to snicker softly.

“No covering up! Now, let’s try somewhere else~”

Amber crept up to Eula’s waist, and Eula’s giggles died down to shaky breathing as she muttered.

“Cold.”

Amber pouted and drew her fingers up higher, Eula inhaling sharply as Amber reached her ribs. Amber raised an eyebrow and smirked, climbing higher until Eula was giggling again, wiggling her fingers lightly against her girlfriend’s ribs.

“Temperature?”

“W-Wahaharm,” Eula snickered, squirming lightly as Amber traced to her upper ribs, Eula’s giggles evolving into laughter as Amber beamed.

“Is it hot?!”

“Yehehehes!” Eula bubbled, and Amber cheered, applying a bit more pressure as Eula yelped, dissolving into more laughter as she pressed her arms lightly against her sides.

“No no no, Lala! I have one more spot to try up here, and you can’t have your arms like that! Can you raise them for me, dear?”

“B-But-”

“No buts! Raise them~”

Eula hesitantly started to raise her arms, giggling the whole time as Amber wiggled her fingers at her, finally diving under her arms when Eula had raised them all the way. She flinched slightly, but otherwise just snickered very softly, making Amber frown.

“Aww, not here? You always get me here…”

Eula pulled her arms down when Amber pulled her hands away, the brunette clearly not done with her little game as Eula went to sit up, only to have Amber lightly push her back down.

“Just a bit more?” She pouted her lip and gave her best puppy eyes and Eula sighed, nodding. Amber cheered and kissed Eula’s cheek quickly, readjusting herself slightly. She placed her hands gently on Eula’s ribs, curling her fingers as Eula giggled in anticipation, knowing that spot would bring out more laughter. Amber grinned.

“Just tell me when to stop, okay Lala?”

“Alright, Rascal,” Eula tittered, and Amber smiled before gently digging her fingers into Eula’s ribs, the laughter ringing and immediate as Amber laughed along with her. They continued on like this for a while, Eula eventually tickling Amber back, the shorter girl squealing in her arms as she tickled her gently, both of them happy they were able to find something they shared.

#amber #eula #eulamber #genshin impact #tickle fic

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azuregiggles · 3 years

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The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

#mcyt tickle #lee!karl #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #ler!quackity #ler!gogy #ler!george #ler! george not found

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justalittlebitartsy · 3 years

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dont be afraid, share all the 1-b villian ideas 😌

lord help me im aboutta dive in 😤🔪

Kamakiri

bloodthirsty and unhinged, always ready to cut something. not at all above maiming or beheading. not above killing innocent civs if they get in his way/mock/threaten him

works alone since a lot of people hold him back, slow him down, or scold him for his brutality. he’s often too snappy for company most of the time anyway

adrenaline junky. he’s one for heists, targeted hits, and not above working with the yakuza on occasion. though he’s known for his temper and often unpredictability so people are wary of working with him

it’s on sight with Bakugo Katsuki, sworn rival

Kuroiro

another bloodthirsty one, but very into “playing with his food”. loves the game of cat and mouse, will often let his victims think they’ve found a way out just for the mental play. if they’re smart, it’s all the better. stimulated by the hunt/game

has a huge detachment from humanity, looking at people more as prey than anything. those he finds admirable (toko, sen, kama, juzo), he’s depends on fully for some sort of grounding- as he can be a bit delusional and scatterbrained after isolating for too long. he may quietly show up to their places quiet and covered in blood, in need of structure and instructions to follow/conversation to participate in

only ever seen at night, fully nocturnal, but doesn’t mind his playing field. will enjoy the city alleyways and warehouses as much as a graveyard or forest

Honenuki

crime boss with his own group of cronies, though a fair and understanding one. easily adapts to any hiccups in his plans, and often has backup plans in case

he cares for his underlings and won’t put them in a job he doesn’t feel they can successfully pull off

has an under the table agreement with the police to not harm innocent civilians in exchange for occasional funds and cooperation

doesn’t like to kill people himself, but will do so in self defense. his prime objective is righting the wrongs. eat the rich in a robinhood sense, stop fancy parties to out celebrities/public figures/politicians, extract files, break into buildings of oher villains, etc.

Shishida

his feral beast mode leaves him with maimed or dead victims often. there are times where it takes over him, he loses control, and he can’t remember much. this only ever happens if he’s been in beast mode for too long, and often will only allow it if he’s with someone who can knock him out of it (tsub)

he’s more of a villain for hire who usually only works with friends he trusts. more often than not, he’s used in a hunter sense with his hearing and smell. can track down things/people easily so he’s pretty often sought out.

kept his inheritance and used it to pay for the experimenting of quirk enhancing drugs, hoping to fix his “feral beast mode”

Tsuburaba

arguably one of the least violent villains, as he’s more of a thief and/or backup to larger heists. he’s good for locking security guards, bankers, policemen in place while others do the heavy work.

has never ended a life but he would if he needed to

enjoys playful banter with cops when they think they have him cornered, often has a grin on his face before imprisoning them. “catch ya later!” kind of villain as he jumps off a building and off to safety

often rides with shishida since he’s one of the very few faces who can pull him out of his feral trance. has nearly been mauled a few times in the process

Rin

is a hitman for hire, taking on high risk targets at high prices. elusive and stealthy, strapped in more of a modern samurai look complete with a sword welded together of his own scales (courtesy of Awase)

usually a man of few words, will let his clients do the talking to get a feel for their personality and whether they’re trustworthy. if they are, he’s loyal and will get the job done

numb to the villainous world, used to be wracked with sadness but has adapted emotionally. does what he needs to survive

Awase

“The Mechanic”. by day, he’s just that. works on regular cars, trucks, etc. by night he works at his second warehouse, crafting specialized weapons or welding weapons to cars, etc

his warehouse is also a hub where people can come pick up jobs/intel. thinks of himself as a middleman and safezone in the villain community. not many pick fights with him, it’d be unwise to end up with a mouth/eyes permanently welded shut.

not much for fighting/getting involved, but has emergency weapons with him if he ever gets jumped. he’d help his friends out if he’s absolutely needed though

Kaibara

maniac who hates to have his fights interrupted. he’s not above mutilating people with his quirk. another one who “plays with his food” but doesn’t like when people dont take their fights seriously. likes to give a dramatic finishing blow as he watches the light leave from a person’s eyes

known for being a brute and people often don’t want to work with him, but he’s fine working alone. he enjoys the glory of doing things on his own

calm until provoked, not often seen in public very long as he’s also wanted

acab? acab. he enjoys the torturing of cops, the “sticks in the mud” and oppressors of society

[all hcs are mine, not for use in fics/ocs/etc]

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amatchinwater · 3 years

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I can't think of any warnings for this. Uhh..maybe mild blood and drug use.

This is actually a direct continuation of The Midnight Game :)

Exorcism

“Theo calm down, we’ll get him back,” Josh tries to put a hand on the still roaring Alpha’s shoulder. But Theo is too pissed. Too hurt. Damn near feral and he whips around and punches the raiju right in his nose. Blood spurts out instantly with the telltale crunch of bone breaking beneath his fist.

“Just a game, huh?” Theo yells, the rest of his Betas backing away from the tidal wave of fury. The Alpha runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. “This is why you should listen when I tell you something doesn’t feel right. The fucking Nogitsune!” Mason stiffens at his words, sure having heard the horror stories by now. “Do you have any idea what that thing is going to do to him?”

Tracy risks a step closer, but the Alpha only snarls a warning at her. So she stays with Josh to help him clean the blood. “We have to tell Lydia. She’ll want to know.”

Shoving his hand in his pocket, Theo gets his phone to call the banshee. To tell her that he broke his promise to keep Stiles safe. Because with the Nogitsune back, Stiles is anything but safe. Unlocking his phone is a punch to his own face seeing the selfie they took while kissing. It just makes the wolf and coyote in him whine. Pushing the call button has never been more nerve wracking. And Theo had to call the sheriff to set up a sit down to ask if Stiles could move in with him.

“Someone better be dying, Theodore,” Lydia’s sleep filled voice answers the phone after the third ring. Hell, if Void makes a comeback, someone very well might be. A fact Theo’s painfully aware of as a hiccupped sob punches out of his chest. “Theo, what’s wrong?” The banshee sounds much more alert now as she fumbles around her room.

But Theo can’t speak. The brevity of the situation crashing into him like a bus. A cave in on his heart with no way out. There was a time the Alpha wanted Void Stiles. But not anymore. Not when his Stiles was so perfect and kept the chimera in check. Kept Theo grounded. Right now, with his other half gone, the Alpha feels like he can’t take a proper breath.

Thankfully Mason takes the phone from his hands as Corey wraps his arms around his Alpha who’s moments away from falling apart. The pack has never seen Theo cry, but they just might tonight. The two chimeras slide to the ground. The second Josh and Tracy cling to him too, the tears fall freely.

“The Nogitsune is back,” Mason says in a rush. “We played this game and now Stiles is possessed by it again. Lydia, he’s gone. Stiles left.”

Theo barely hears Lydia curse and say something that sounds like she’s leaving. But honestly, the Alpha can’t be too sure. Over his pounding heart the chimera can barely hear his own breath. He’s going to have a panic attack if he doesn’t get his shit under control. Someone lets go of him and rushes upstairs and before Theo knows it, one of Stiles’ pre-rolled joints and a lighter are thrusted into his hands by Tracy.

“Maybe it’ll help,” she smiles meekly, soft eyes saying the apology her mouth won’t. “Stiles always told me they help his anxiety. Try it, I know it affects us.”

Placing the rolled paper between his lips, Theo sparks up the lighter, burning the end of the joint. He inhales the harsh smoke into his lungs, holding it until his throat tickles before exhaling. Repeating the action twice before the drug starts to kick in. Slowing his wild heart as well as his mind. Mason hangs up the phone and hands it back to Theo.

Almost positive that it’s pointless, the Alpha opens his chat with Stiles. Theo sends a text that he’s sure will be ignored, but he has to ask anyway.

Just tell me he’s okay.

No response, but it was read. That’s something. Not much or nearly enough. But for Theo? It’s better than nothing.

He doesn’t move once while they wait for Lydia to show up. The Alpha finishes the joint and it thankfully did its job in calming him down. Though he hasn’t stopped staring at the candle Stiles left behind. Theo just manages to look up at Lydia when she storms into the house in her pajamas. The banshee’s anger is thick enough that it burns his tongue.

“Tell me what happened,” her tone is gentle though her face and posture suggest otherwise.

“Stiles wanted to play some game he found online. So we did,” Theo explains, pulling his knees to his chest. “Turns out when you summon a demon you should double check who exactly you’re summoning. The Nogitsune followed us around the house a-and I didn’t know that’s who it was.” The Alpha’s voice regains its panic, every word coming out faster. “So I stayed in the salt ring to follow the rules. The moment I realized what it was i-it was already too late. Stiles is gone a-and it’s my fault, Lydia, I’m so sorry. I’m so-”

“Theo,” the banshee grabs the hand he didn’t realize was harshly rubbing his leg. “It’s not your fault. I’m sure you tried to stop him several times. But you and I both know how stubborn he can be. Everything is going to be okay though. I promise.”

“How can you promise that?”

“We just need to get him back here,” Lydia gives his hand a squeeze. “And then you’re going to bite him. He can’t stay in Stiles’ body if we change the host.”

“But a Nogistune is still a fox,” the Alpha rebukes. Knowing with almost absolute certainty that’s what Stiles would turn into.

“Yes, but you can’t have two were-creatures inside of you. You all are just wild exceptions.” The banshee holds her hand out, “it worked before. Give me your phone, I’ll get him here.”

With some slight hesitation, Theo does. Watching Lydia furiously type away at the screen. Then a text chime comes in and his heart leaps. She turns the phone to face him and one single word stares him in the face. “He’s coming.” And all because she reminded the Nogitsune that Theo was once a monster. And would gladly become one again to stay with Stiles. It was a lie, but it worked.

The plan is for Corey to make him and Tracy invisible so that she can paralyze him. She promised nothing more than a nick. Once Stiles is down, Theo’s meant to bite him. They’re also hoping that by having Lydia visible it would distract the Nogitsune long enough. That’s the plan at least. Now it’s just a matter of execution.

With the front door left unlocked, Void- god Theo really hates that name now- is able to just walk right in. “Lydia,” the severe lack of emotion in Stiles’ voice crushes the Alpha’s heart. “How nice of you to join us. Tell me, will you be leaving with us too?”

“If that keeps Stiles safe, then yes.”

Void hums, placing a finger on his pursed lip. They’re concealed right by the recliner and the Nogitsune seems none the wiser. The banshee clears her throat, the sign, and Tracy lunges out and swipes at his neck and arm for good measure.

“Neat trick,” Void grabs her by the throat, lifting her off the ground. The Alpha can hear Josh’s growl from upstairs. “Did you think a simple cut was going to hurt me? Me?” With a humorless laugh, he tosses her aside. She lands with a painful thud beside the two invisible chimeras.

Spitting blood onto the wooden floor, “try kanima venom, dick,” Tracy groans, holding her ribs.

As if on cue, Void’s legs give out and he falls to the floor with a grunt. “Again? Really?”

Now that he’s paralyzed, Theo lets go of Corey’s hand, stepping out from behind the chair. He picks Stiles up and places him on the couch. “Anything I should know about?” He asks, grabbing Void’s arm and trying very hard not to look at him. Afraid he’ll break again if he does.

“Don’t let the firefly get away.”

His eyes bleed red and Void’s grow wide. “Wait! Theo,” he sounds like Stiles again. “Please, don’t do this. I-I like being human. Don’t turn me, please.” Amber eyes well with tears and the Alpha looks up. It freezes him on the spot.

“Theo,” Lydia snaps, “ignore him. The Nogitsune will say anything to stop you. I’ve seen it. If you want to save Stiles, bite him!”

Nodding dumbly, his fangs drop. Ignoring the terrified pleas that are killing him where he stands, Theo clamps down on Stiles’ arm. He roars though too numb to actually feel pain. No, he’s angry. When the Alpha lets go, Stiles turns blue and starts to gag. “Lydia…”

“It’s okay, Theo,” the banshee puts her hand on his shoulder, “it’s working.”

They watch as Stiles begins to cough wildly until a firefly pops out of his mouth. Without hesitation, Theo claps his hands around it. Ridding them of the demon fox once and for all. “Theo,” Stiles’ voice is rough and scratchy, but his. “You- you did it.”

The Alpha is pretty sure that’s what Stiles said. He can’t really be certain because he’s throwing himself at him. Tucking his nose in the crook of Stiles’ neck and inhaling sharply, Theo rumbles in his chest unable to help himself. “I’m sorry I had to bite you.” Guilt flooding through his veins fully realizing what he’s done.

“It’s okay,” an irritated groan falls past his lips. “I can’t hold you.”

“Sorry,” Tracy mumbles from the floor, “just give it a bit.”

It takes over an hour for Stiles to regain feeling in his limbs again. Theo didn’t make any effort to let go the entire time. The minute Stiles is sure he can move, his arms wrap around the Alpha’s back, clinging to him like a lifeline. Holding the chimera like he thought he’d never get to again. If the Nogitsune had his way, that would’ve been true. Lydia moved to the recliner while Mason, Corey, Josh and Tracy are on the other couch. As soon as Stiles is in his arms, Theo lays on his back, pulling his boyfriend on top of him.

His nose hasn’t once moved from his neck. Theo can’t express in words how wonderful it is to have that scent constantly rushing into his nostrils. The rumble in his chest is a near constant as well as he breathes carefully. Trying to keep himself level. Stiles told him numerous times that he’s not angry with the Alpha for what he had to do to save his life. That as long as that demon was gone, he's happy. There wasn’t a lie in his heart and his chemosignals never wavered with anger either. But Theo still feels awful.

“Thank you,” Stiles says for about the hundredth time. At least now he’s able to lift his head to kiss the chimera. The Alpha squeezes his hips, his eyebrows pinching together as Theo lets the mouth on his make his head spin. “I love you,” his boyfriend brushes their noses together. “I love you and I’m thankful for what you did. No matter how you feel about it. I know you had to do it. And if it came to my life or being turned, I’ll take the latter any day.” Not opening his eyes, Theo sighs with something short of resignation. Nodding slowly. “Look at me.”

Blue eyes meet perfect whiskey and Theo has to say it just one more time, “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. But you don’t have to be.” Stiles shakes his head, “I promise, it’s okay.” He tucks his head back on the chimera’s chest and Theo kisses his hair, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ back. “I love you. No matter what I turn into, you’re a pretty good fucking Alpha. I know I’ll be okay. And I know that because I love you,” he holds tighter and for that, Theo’s grateful.

“I love you, too.”

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #steospooktober #steospooktober vol.3 #Square: Exorcism #Match Writes

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 3 years

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Random SF ideas

It has a lot of Travis ships because that's my feral lil bby. I'm having fun keeping him from bullying people by bullying him instead lol

Every time he enters school Sal mutters “anything can happen in the Bronx”. Todd is the only one that doesn’t understand.

Travis is emotionally constipated and will take it out on others, but later do small things as his form of apologizing. Philip and his mother are the only people that understand him and understand why. Sal thinks he may be bipolar and Larry has probably called him the r-slur under his breath. (Stinky boy probably would say it openly if not for Sal's disdain for that word).

Maple and Travis bonding over jewelry and make up. Travis won’t admit it to anyone but her but he likes the way Maple accessorizes. Obligatory Chug appreciation to keep on her good side, later forms a healthy and wholesome friendship.

Travis and Larry fight verbally. It doesn’t get physical unless Larry loses control and shoved Travis. This prompting a snarky reminder that Larry is no better than Travis’ own father. They cuddle and fall asleep later tho, after Sal puts them in their get along corner.

Nicknames. Travis’ weakness is nicknames. Lisa discovers this and shows Larry and Sal who abuse this power. Travis’ tan cheeks are bright red anytime he’s out public with them because of their stupidly sweet nicknames. Their go to for reactions are baby(boy), sweetheart and bottom

Shameless PDA when Sal is jealous. Travis learns the hard way how easy it is to make him jealous when a hand is in his waist and holding him close to the shorter. Fingers tracing any exposed skin to keep Travis focused on him. Sorry Lar, you took up too much Travis time..

Travis’ mom being an absolute babe. Apple if her eye is her sweet boy. Probably passed while he was young and had to watch him grow in that unhealthy environment.. maybe reaches out to Sal for help since he’s more intuitive. Def terrifies Larry a couple times as a prank. He hit her son, bully or not, it just felt right to braid his hair to his bed post a couple times and paint his nasty thoughts on his chest.

Travis hates surprises and loud noises because of his father. They don’t learn that until they throw a surprise birthday party with cheering and loud pops of confetti balloons, his panic attack damn near gave him a heart attack. (He refused to accept apologies for something they didn’t know. Instead demanding they spoil him for the rest of the week as compensation for his hospital trip on his birthday)

I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Service. Animals. Mr. Phelps legally obligated to give him a service animal and Travis is somewhat saved from Kenneth's abuse. Taking more time outside for walks (the dog can’t bare letting Travis stay in the house for long with his father home). He genuinely bonds with other students over his new dog (the dog allowing contact when not in uniform but if Travis’ needs are present will attach itself to Travis’ hip.

Religious trauma and coping. Because PLS, can we please address the amount of abuse because of the Bible?? That boy may stay and follow the proper words of his lord. Or he could detach himself from the church entirely (especially because of the cult!)

Travis ships: Salvis and Larvis

Asked out: Oh. Oh no. How did they fall for Travis?!? What did they do to find that feral little kitten so cute?? Was it they dyed hair? The dresses when he shows off more legs than they anticipated? Him apologizing and changing for the better?? What happened to him to make him so interesting!? Sal absolutely starts approaching Travis cautiously. Taken aback when he's greeted with a warm smile and compliments. They start to grow as friends and spend time together often. Sharing eachother with their friend groups and on their own. It takes a couple of years before Sal nervously asks Travis if he would be interested in getting closer. Travis doesn't understand and Sal just awkwardly blurts out if he would try dating him... for an experiment or anything. Travis is excited, he wants to be closer and happily hugs onto Sal as his answer.

Larry is a lot ore aggressive. Cornering Travis and glaring down at him. Demanding to know what his game is. Travis doesn't fight he just nervously asks if Larry hates him. Larry almost says he does but gets distracted by the trembling and cowering kitten before him. Fuck, he can't possibly hate Travis. Larry instead starts approaching Travis. At first Travis is afraid that Larry will hit him if he doesn't like something he does. Larry hates to admit it, but Travis infested his mind. Dreams were no longer sacred when teenage hormones and a new love interest were involved. Many a times he had to look away when Travis were a particular skirt or dress because his dreams seemed to run rampant with those items. When they finally talk, Travis initiates it. He Pushes Larry into a bathroom stall and demands he explain himself. He's staring at him like a piece of meat and following him around. Larry is scaring HIS friends. Larry doesn't even hesitate to pounce on Travis. Mouth to mouth and hands on ass. Travis surprised but kinda into it allows the kiss until Larry gets too handsy. He returns to his friends with an angry red hand print on his cheek. It takes a month of apologizing Travis finally agrees to give Larry a chance. (Larry tells his mom and dances around the apartment that night)

First kiss failures: Larry got too into the kiss and starts feeling up the poor boy. Sal pecks him in his sleep and never tells Travis. He just happily holds the memory of kissing his sleeping princess.

First dates: Larry tries to show Travis the fun things to do in this sleepy little town. Travis is excited just to go anywhere other than church and school. At first there are a few hiccups, maybe weather, maybe places are crowded or cancelled. But it still ends well with the boys passed out in the truck, snuggled under a blanket Larry stores with a big smile on their face. Sal is much more romantic. Candles and flowers. Dresses up nice and styles his hair in a neat bun. He wants to impress Travis and assert he can be the man for him by presenting more masculine (Travis snorts and tells him even in a dress Sal could fight a bear). Its a simple dinner at home with Gizmo as their lazy server, sleeping on the couch in a little suit. The night ends well with the boys enjoying a night stroll and admiring the calm and almost desolate surroundings of Nockfell.

First Times: Sal does NOT expect Travis to offer it. In fact, he almost shattered his favorite mug with the tight grip he put on it. Travis thinks this means Sal doesn't want him, but no nono, Sal wants it/ He wants Travis bad. That simp wastes no time scurrying to their room, cleaning his bed and all necessary items are prepared. He was well stocked for... college purposes, but Travis offering to give Sal his first?? (Yes. He did a victory dance and scream in the tree house when he thought he was alone.)

First Time: Larry would waste no time, grabbing Travis and making sure, this is what he wants. Larry may sleep around before they got together but he would never expect Travis to offer his first time so soon. Travis agreeing and Larry in tears hugging onto the confused man. He has never been so gentle with a partner and savored every second, sound and action. It may not have been Larry's first but he was more than happy to say it was his best. Larry would 100% scream to Sal about it later though. He is a man that appreciates his partner and would be an aftercare fiend. Relishing in any reactions Travis gives him while massages and treats the poor tired bum.

Living together: Hell hath no fury like Travis on cleaning day. The boys no not to be in his way if he has his cleaning apron and swiffer. The only one allowed to interrupt his most sacred day is Gizmo and any animals they adopt. Larry has to moderate his metal music or sleep on the porch, he tried to test Travis and found the porch uncomfortable during a rainstorm. No ghost hunting after 11pm. If you even think Travis will allow you in the house after hunting ghosts he will promptly pack your bags and ship them off to your parents. Sal has his own room dedicated entirely to clothes and accessories. His prosthetics he tries to hide at first but after a harsh scolding from Travis (while he literally hand cleans every single prosthetic so Sal doesn't get an infection) Sal starts putting them away where he feels comfortable and clean. They don't expect Travis to be semi nude half the time. Especially before they marry and start a family, no pants. Never wearing pants. Larry hams up the free skin. Sal is too embarrassed of his sinful thoughts.

Proposals: Travis would be terrified of marriage after what happened to his mother. If they were to propose they ould make sure he is fully comfortable and settled in their new life. They would make sure he is loved and never feels any of the fear his father had instilled in him. Larry mentions marriage in passing to gauge his reaction. Ig Travis tenses, he kills the conversation and instead distracts Travis. If Travis reacts positively he would sneak a ring on his finger and just smirk until Travis realizes and smiles. Sal =, however, is sneaky. Keeping close tabs on Travis. If Travis starts showing signs of interest, he would 100% plan the biggest proposal for Travis and make sure he feels cherished during every moment.

#travis phelps #larry johnson #larry x travis #sal fisher #sal x travis #salvis #larvis #laravis #sally face au #sally face #Travis having the absolute power over his simps #Lisa would be surprised Larrys boyfriend is the Phelps boy she saw on the news

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 3 years

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Incandescent

ϟ AN: I struggled with this one cause I tried to finish it while I was sick, so be kind guys I would appreciate it. The brief mention of Bakugou is connect to: this fic. But you can skip it if you would like.

ϟ Warnings: Explicit smut with aged up Kaminari, mentions of spankings, and rough sex. Please read at your own discretion. Denki x Fem reader

ϟ Summary: He shouldn’t want his innocent and proper ex girlfriend. But sometimes it’s nice to revisit the past for some much needed debauchery.

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It’s been give or take four to five years. He hadn’t thought of her in that way in years. When they broke up, it was amicable. They understood the course of their relationship had hit a dead end. They wanted to date other people and see what life had to offer. The two of them had agreed on this. So why was it that he was unable to look away from Y/N tonight?

She looked gorgeous; Y/N had been a scrappy girl in U.A. Now she was a woman in every sense of the word. She had filled out her costume so well now it was hard not to notice. Kaminari saw the various appreciative looks she was gaining from the various onlookers.

Maybe it was the conversation he had with Sero a few weeks ago.

The two of them and Kirishima met up at a bar to relax. Even Bakugou joined them for an hour before he stomped to the home he shared with his girlfriend. Who knew the first to be in a stable relationship and remain in one for years would be the wild Bakugou? That same feral kid who would continuously threaten and scream “Die!” whenever it fit his fancy.

Anyway, Sero and Kaminari took it upon themselves to do a drinking game, and before Sero knew it, he was drunk. He never could hold his alcohol well.

It was in this state that Sero confessed something that shocked Kaminari to his core.

“L-listen. Doon’t bee madd-d. Me and Y/N had a thingsh for a month,” Sero hiccupped. “I’m shorry. I -hope you’re not mad.”

Even while intoxicated, Kaminari had the sense not to flip out. What was there to be mad about anyway? Y/N and he hadn’t dated in years and weren’t as close as they used to be. Kaminari still was cordial to her and whatever boyfriend she might have introduced to their 1-A group.

Sure, it was weird that Sero and Y/N were a thing. But it was more because it happened out of nowhere. They were polar opposites, people he thought didn’t even know each other’s first names.

“Here, drink some water. You’re wasted.”

Kaminari tried to calm an overly emotional Sero who was trying to smother him with affection. It was usually the other way around. At least, he wasn’t a needy drunk like the taped hero.

“But maaaan I gotta say. Y/N was hot! S-shhe was the best ssseex I had in years. It was too bad it ended,” Sero lamented before giggling at the word “sex”. Then he proceeded to chant it and burst into drunken laughter.

Kaminari spent the rest of the night getting sober before helping Kirishima take Sero back to his apartment. The two buddies then sorted it all out by acknowledging that the night never happened, and it wasn’t something to ever be spoken about again.

But he couldn’t help himself as he checked out Y/N indiscriminately. The sex Kaminari remembered was sweet and vanilla. Nothing to write home about. He had better sex with more experienced partners. But it was great for his first time. Which now, he couldn’t reconcile with the sex that Sero described. “The best sex I ever had” with Y/N of all people? Sweet and sugar Y/N? Now that was something Kaminiari had to check out for himself.

So, making up his mind, he strolled over casually to where Y/N was conversing with a fellow hero.

“Hey Y/N! Long time no see. You look amazing.”

Y/N excused herself and turned around to face him with a smile.

“Denki, I just saw you a few weeks ago at Jiro’s birthday party.”

He sheepishly chuckled. “Oh, right. But I mean it, you look great.”

A soft blush appeared on Y/N’s face before she tried to face away from him. Now that was interesting. Maybe it won’t be so hard to get in her good graces once again.

“A-arigato. Did you need something from me? You’re usually off with Grape Juice trying to score a date at NPHC.”

He casually swung an arm around her shoulder. “Now, why would I do that when there’s already the beautiful Y/N in front of me?”

She shrugged off his arm and pushed him away. “Seriously? You know I don’t like these types of jokes.”

“Heh, you liar. If I remember correctly, you used to love my jokes.”

Kaminari stepped closer to Y/N and curled his arm around her waist tightly.

“You used to love it when I whispered into your ear like this,” he muttered hotly against her skin.

She let out a girlish squeal before pushing him away from her person.

He just grinned when he saw the red hues spread over the apples of her cheeks and ears. Just as he was about to grab her again, Y/N scuttled away from him like he had just caught fire.

Well, it looks like she was still the same Y/N even if she was grown up in other ways. That was more reassuring than he thought possible. Which he felt a little confused by; why did he care if Y/N was still the same girl he dated back in U.A.?

The rest of the evening Kaminari took great pleasure in messing with Y/N whenever possible. When their eyes happened to meet, he sent a heart-stopping wink her way. He brought her champagne only to brush his hand against her ass accidentally. When other men tried to approach her, he managed to intercept them.

“She’s my date for tonight. Sorry guys,” Kaminari joked while he tugged Y/N away from everybody else.

Y/N tried to remove her hand from his hold, but he only tightened his grip. Kaminari maneuvered through the hallways before he pulled her inside an open door. They were isolated in a private bathroom above the National Pro Hero Convention.

“What is going on with you? Why are you flirting with me?”

He took his time locking and securing the door. A bit nervous about turning and answering Y/N’s questions. He didn’t know if she would reject him tonight. Flirting was harmless, but sex complicated relationships. So, he would tread lightly. Yet, there was a confidence in knowing that she already engaged in something with Sero without making it serious. Maybe tonight it wouldn’t end in rejection.

As he walked towards Y/N teeming with self-assuredness, an easy his younger self would have been regarded with jealousy. It was the type of boldness only acquired after years of experience. Funny how he would use that same experience to entice the first girl he ever dated.

Y/N gazed at him as if his eyes could give her the answers she wanted. A litany of emotions flashed across her face. Was she always this expressive?

“Denki- “he cut her off with a kiss.

Kaminari swallowed her whimpers and tangled his tongue along with hers. She tasted vaguely like the champagne he had handed her earlier. He clutched her hips tightly before clasping her bottom. He didn’t remember her ass being so thick. Whatever Y/N was doing, it was working out for her. Perhaps a bit too well. He hadn’t necessarily planned to fuck her ass, but the night was long, and he had full intentions of taking advantage of it.

He separated from her mouth only to go back one and twice more. As if he was afraid to remove himself from her enticing taste.

“Y/N, I need you like. Right. Fucking. Now,” Kaminari gasped out while placing wet kisses along her slender neck.

The gasps evolved into a groan when he felt her tentatively touch his clothed cock. Her touch only served to stir his groin, and he placed his hand over hers to rub more firmly.

There was only so much he could take. He never did have any patience and was tired of being unable to get Y/N underneath him like he wanted. Kaminari cornered Y/N against the wall and pressed his body adjacent to her soft curves.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Yes or no.”

Y/N hesitated as her ample chest quivered, and her eyes glowed with untamed desire.

“If you really want me, then yes,” she whispered before pulling him down to kiss her.

“You know what to do.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he guided her legs around his waist to which she tightly wrapped. Y/N didn’t need any more encouragement as she closed her eyes and concentrated. In a puff of black smoke that quickly dispersed, the duo disappeared. When Kaminari looked up from licking the salt from her wet skin, he realized that the two were in a darkened room looking over Tokyo city lights.

It would appear the familiar bedroom sparked something for Y/N because her body relaxed, and she redirected his distracted face back to her mouth. She let out a low moan and ran her blunt nails through his blond hair.

Kaminari’s breath hitched, and he could feel his body responding to her. Sero didn’t lie, nor did he exaggerate. She had changed and in the most unexpected way. It was always him who would initiative their kisses and dictate their pace. Y/N, in her inexperience, was too shy to voice her needs, so he did his best with what he had. He didn’t mind it at the time because it was fun learning what worked and didn’t work. Now the way her grip was tightening in his hair, he couldn’t help but surrender to her whims instead.

As her tongue was keeping his mouth occupied, he could absentmindedly feel her take off his signature black and white jacket. That fueled the blood rushing through his veins and managed to engorge the hardened flesh pressed against Y/N’s hips. He always did love it when women removed his clothes for him. He loved it even more when they got frisky in the process, like how she flicked his sensitive nub with her tongue when she managed to get his shirt off as well.

Somehow Y/N’s clothes joined his on the floor, and Kaminari ended up on her bed.

“Come on, Y/N. Show me what you got me,” he said with leisure, resting his hands behind his head.

He kept still and tried not to make a sound as their centers connected. It took a while for Y/N to get it together as his cock kept slipping through her wet center. His eyes were tightly closed as his member entered her, and her warm embrace surrounded him.

Kaminari opened his eyes again to see an exquisite sight of a naked Y/N on top of him. He honestly didn’t think that this was something that would ever happen between the two of them. But life was unique like that; you never know when you would feel the itch to fuck your single ex-girlfriend.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a smart comment, she started moving. He should have known better to challenge Y/N, though. She might have been shy, but she was notoriously competitive and a sore loser. So, he shouldn’t have been that surprised when Y/N started riding him like a champion.

Many people had commented that he was a certified dumbass. He always disputed the absurd claims because no matter what people thought of him, there was always someone dumber like Mina. But he never felt as foolish as in that moment when Kaminari realized he spelled out his doom when he mouthed off to Y/N. The intensity in her eyes didn’t dissipate despite the rigorous rocking of her body. She was moving like an exotic dancer with the control of her movement and her slams' precision. It was no doubt in his mind that she had practiced until she mastered this particular lesson. Now he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his own choices.

He could feel the telltale signs as his skin heated up and the tingles at the base of his spine. And the more telling signal of his balls getting heavy and tight.

He gritted his teeth and sunk his fingers into her hips.

“Y/N, fuck!” he hissed to her face. Y/N responded with defiance in her eyes alongside vigorous slams of her hips.

He couldn’t lose to her, not right now. Not ever. Especially if he wanted back in her bed in the near future.

That thought temporarily distracted him. Kaminari didn’t realize he was already contemplating a round two. His attention quickly snapped back to Y/N when her inner walls clenched around his cock with a vengeance. He groaned and bit down on his lip to distract himself. It did nothing to deter his pleasure. He knew like the first he had touched himself as a randy young boy that the height of his gratification wasn’t too far behind. But too bad for Y/N that he was no longer an inexperienced teen and knew exactly how to turn this into his favor.

Kaminari flipped her onto her back, and he relished the shocked look upon her face. Just as he was about to reenter her wet center, she cried out.

“Wait, not like this. On my hands and knees,” Y/N urged Kaminari by pushing back against him. Too shocked to argue with her, he let Y/N shove him a couple of inches and watched as she turned around and exposing her ass to his face. Unable to help himself, he clutched her bottom tightly before landing a firm smack onto her skin. Her body jolted, and she swayed a bit but didn’t say anything more.

He let out a chuckle. “Anything you want, babe.”

Kaminari gripped her hips tightly before crushing her smaller body with his. He plowed into her with an exuberance he never knew he was capable of. Instead of concealing her screams as most would, Y/N let pleasure known almost shamelessly. She was so uninhibited at that moment he almost proud that he was the reason that she was screaming herself hoarse.

It was due to all the noise that he didn’t hear what she muttered next.

“Wha-“he panted as he tried to get ahold of himself. “What was that?”

“Pull my hair, Denki,” her sore voice commanded.

There wasn’t any heat nor any threat in her words, but he felt compelled to fulfill her every command. Almost as if the sheer exhaustion hypnotized him that her voice conveyed. Almost as if they had been fucking nonstop for hours rather than it being their first round. He grabbed a fist full of her soft hair and tugged, following the motions of their bodies.

Y/N voiced her approval, and the next words she wailed almost made him lose his mind and spill prematurely into her.

“Harder! I said harder!”

Kaminari fucked her so vigorously that he vaguely thought he would break Y/N’s bed, and she was going to kill him in the morning. As Y/N's orgasm finally pushed her over the edge, her body shook and trembled, all the while receiving his still steady thrusts. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let himself go as the orgasm literally shook him to his core. He rarely lost control of his quirk anymore, but the temporary loss of his senses gave himself and Y/N underneath him a mild shock.

He let out a deep groan and felt his body twitch from his own quirk. Kaminari quickly moved Y/N on her back and checked over her quickly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Her face pinkened, and her chest heaved almost enticingly, but overall looked unharmed.

The two of them stayed on her bed, breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling of Y/N’s apartment.

“So, you got any plans next week?”

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The game had been rigged from the start.

Prelude- Inspired by that one scene in Pirates Of The Caribbean where those two pirate lumps find Elizabeth hiding in a cupboard lol.

Had this flipping song stuck inside my stupid meme brain while doing this https://youtu.be/k4V3Mo61fJM

Pairing - Bakugou/Fem!Reader/Todoroki

Warnings - Implied NSFW, but no descriptions

Hope you enjoy :) Thank you for reading!

- Brick

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You opened your mouth slightly, trying to calm yourself and ease your breathing. You had heard somewhere that breathing through your mouth made it so there was no noise, and right now you were trying to be as quiet and still as possible. Squished into the blanket storage in the living room, it was hard to see any light through the crack in the door, but that just made this a better hiding place. It’d be pointless if someone would be able to see you just by giving the living room a quick once-over. You felt like crying, your heart slamming against your chest every time you heard hushed voices, or the sound of doors being opened and then slammed. It felt like forever since you crawled into the tiny space. You hoped to god they didn’t find you. Even just thinking about the possibility of them finding you sent a vicious shiver through your body, making you aware of the pins and needles forming in your cramped legs. You could handle numbness. It’d be a small price to pay for some respite from the attention of your two captors.

Bakugou had come home in a bad mood, slamming the door and causing you to flinch in surprise. Todoroki had barely looked up from his book, one hand still gently petting your hair. While you were still unused to the blonde’s violatile moods, the man holding you firmly against his side while he read a book was not.

“Should I even ask what set you off this time?”

Bakugou kicked off his shoes, giving such an intense glare in Todoroki’s direction that you would honestly not be surprised if the heterochromatic man didn’t burst into flames.

“Shit doesn’t “set me off” you fucking peppermint.” Bakugou seethed. He stomped over to the armchair that was closest to the couch you and Todoroki occupied before collapsing into it with a huff. He crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a once over that had you pressing closer to Todoroki. You hated both of your kidnappers, but (most of the time) Todoroki tried his best to not cause you pain.

“Had to deal with god-awful Deku again.” Bakugou continued, “His asshat of an agency wants him and I to team up for some promotional pansy-ass campaign or something. Hell if I know. All I know is I ain’t doin’ shit with that goddamn loser.”

“I see.”

Todoroki wasn’t listening. When it came to Bakugou? You wish you didn’t have to listen either. But when the blonde man gestured for you to come sit on his lap with a curl of his lip and a flick of his hand, you knew better than to ignore him.

You had learned the hard way that the two (especially Bakugou, the sadistic little cunt.) handed out cruel punishments at the slightest slip up. Even though their system made absolutely no sense. Some days you would be punished for not taking a shower with one of them, even if you had been sleeping, or for looking at the tv if a movie was playing, because you should’ve been focusing on them. Like how being cuddled be a reward one day, and a punishment the next. They were fickle men, always changing their rules and expectations, and expecting you to reach impossible and confusing standards.

Bakugou had held you for a while as he calmed down, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones underneath your oversized tee. You squirmed when they wandered too far, fingering the waistband of your shorts. Bakugou would huff good-naturedly, then return to smoothing the skin above your hipbones. It was only when he started laying sloppy, open mouthed kisses along your neck, beginning to encroach on your shoulder and collarbone, did you try to wriggle out his grasp. By the steadily-growing bulge pressing against the small of your back, you could tell where this was going.

“Ple-ase don’t Kats-“

“Shut the fuck up. You’ll enjoy this.”

You knew for fact that if you felt any pleasure, it would only be because he would force it out of you.

“Bakugou, I’ve already played with her several times today. She’s probably sore.” You hadn’t been expecting Todoroki to chime in. His duo-colored eyes were fixated on the scene that you and Bakugou made, a slight flush marring his otherwise impeccable appearance. He had been watching Bakugou grope you.

“Fuckin’ ”played with her” eh? Well I’ve been working all damn day and I want a little playtime too.”

That’s how the arrangement went. They traded off each day, one of them staying home with you while the other went and worked. They were still Pro-Heros.

Your face immediately heated up as Bakugou continued to handle you roughly. Todoroki had indeed, “played with you” and you were very, very sore. He had made you shower together, then he had bent you over the kitchen counter in the middle of helping you make lunch. The man had even played with you while the two of you watched an incredibly cheesy romance movie, making you cry as his lust seemed insatiable.

Todoroki set down his book, crossing his legs gracefully as Bakugou spun you around so you were face-to-face with the muscular blonde. “What if we played a game? Hide and seek?…… if she stays hidden long enough she can go to bed? If we find her we’ll carry on with our…. evening activities.”

Bakugou grunted, his hands slipping underneath your oversized tee to palm roughly at your chest. You tried to keep your hiccuping sobs quiet. When had you started crying?

“Shit, you’d really leave me out to dry like that Half-N-Half?”

Todoroki shrugged.

“I doubt she’d win. In the event that she did, I wouldn’t mind helping you out.” Bakugou’s wandering hands never paused, but you could see the wheels turning in his head while he weighed the pros and cons of the situation. After a second he sighed heavily, before withdrawing his hands and roughly yanking your shirt back into place.

“Hm, alright. Let’s fucking play a game.”

That’s how you ended up in the blanket cabinet, knees scrunched to your chest, trying to breathe as quietly as you could and hoping that you weren’t found before the kitchen timer rang. You had watched Bakugou set it to 20 minutes, and while it seemed entirely too long, the second you had opened your mouth to protest the blonde had shot you a feral grin, adjusting it so that there was now only 19 minutes. You got the memo and clamped your jaw shut with an audible click.

You could’ve sworn more time than that had passed.

Were you surprised when they found you? Not really. You knew it would happen at some point. You had just thought that the timer would ring before one of them dragged you out of the cupboard. Bakugou had found you, the man crouching as he opened up the door, his red eyes glinting with desire the second they fell on you. You had almost crumpled then, and basically did, except the shock of being suddenly pulled free and then hefted into Bakugou’s strong arms had you reeling and struggling to orient yourself. The fuzzy pain as your legs regained feeling distracted you from Bakugou’s breathless rambling about what the rest of the evening was going to look like. It was probably for the best that you weren’t able to listen.

“Icyhot! Get your ass in here!” Bakugou yelled over his shoulder, setting you down gently on the kitchen counter. A moment later, Todoroki sauntered in, the look in his eyes as they roved over you making your stomach go queasy. Bakugou had a smirk on his face as he reached for your shirt, only getting it halfway off and tangled in your arms before you were whining for him to stop.

“Wait! Wait I- please! Can I- Bakugou wait plea-“

“Holy shit, what now? Me and freedom M&Ms over here won fair ’n square.”

“I was in there for more than twenty minutes, I swear! Please, did the - did the timer go off?? And we didn’t hear it??” You gestured towards your last hope, the kitchen timer settled on a different countertop. Todoroki picked it up, his nimble fingers dancing around it as he turned it over.

“Huh, funny…….” He tossed it over his shoulder, barely flinching as it hit the ground with a loud crack. Your brow furrowed in confusion as he stalked towards you, his hands coming to rest on the tops of your thighs. Four predatory hands were on you now, and you shivered as the two men seemed to inch closer, invading every single inch of your personal space. “I guess I forgot to press start….”

Bakugou’s smirk turned into a full-on smile, his hands whipping off your shirt faster than you could blink as you cried out. Todoroki started working on your shorts, and you started sobbing and trying to push their hands away, despite knowing that it would do absolutely nothing.

The two men were going to have you.

The game had been rigged from the start.

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