#hunter x Hunter tickle fanfic

[yaut-jaknowit]

Can you pls make a yautja x AMAB! reader fanfic with body worship? (Specifically the readers thighs.. :›)

ALSO I LOVE ALL OF UR FANFIC S RAHHHHHHH

Worship My King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: bondage, mlm, lots of dirty talking, soft sex, hand job, thigh worship,

Word Count: 2148

Summary: In confines of Uihoy's ship, the Yautja is on his knees to worship you. He's got you restrained, at his whim. You are his to play with, to love on.

Author Note: Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying them. That's what I'm here to do!

P.s. I'm working hard at requests. I had to close my ask box as well because I hit about 15 requests. Sorry but it was necessary.

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Worn hands knead the flesh that made up your thighs. Bump followed in their stead. Your legs shook, trembling with effort to stay open. As much as you desperately wanted to snap them close and trap those gorgeous, purple hands between them; Uihoy wanted you to keep them open. Be good for him. A good boy.

The heat stopped just shy of the apex of your thighs. A keen built up in the back of your throat. You struggled against the intricately ropes wounded around your arms, all the way to your shoulder. They completely retained you, leaving you at the mercy of whatever Uihoy willingly gave to you for his pleasure.

From his spot between your shaking thighs, Uihoy rose on his knees, hands leaving your body to rest on either side of your head. The large male had you trapped at his will on his ship, in his bed. Uihoy leaned down, covering you with his shadow as he deliberately moved his mouth next to your ear. His warm breath tickled your delicate skin. You shivered.

“Good boy, keeping legs open for Uihoy,” he rumbled into your eardrum. The brass voice caused your forgotten cock to twitch on you abdomen. Left untouched once he removed all clothing from your form and tied you up.

A hot, blazing tongue grazed along your jawline and slid away once at your chin. Your hands clenched at the fur blankets laid beneath your jittering body. The unreleased energy sizzle behind flushed skin. Uihoy placed a hand around your neck and squeezed just a minute fraction of his strength. The way you cried out, shaft jumping up was a sight to consume.

Pre-cum leaked out, leaving behind a white trail on your skin. Uihoy’s eyes locked onto yours before maneuvering himself, slowly crawling backwards till his head was hovering above your belly button. You watched with rapture as the male lowered himself, gaze locked onto you. Time slowed. His tongue slithered out and lapped at the pre-cum, muscle curling to bring it into his mouth.

The sight had you fighting the restraints harder than before. Anything to make him take more, do more to you. But he’s hunter that’s perfected the patience needed to survive in this universe.

His hand tightened significantly and pinned you to the bed. “Still, little one,” he demanded, sight still focused solely on your face. Trapped, your chest heaved with shuttering breaths. Yet, you didn’t listen.

With a short groan, the purple male crawled back up your body and crowded you to the bed. His face invaded yours, pink muscle flickering out to taste your skin. He settled some of his weight mindfully on top of you but careful to keep your weeping cock untouched. “Said to still, Treasure,” he hissed out with a little more force than before.

Your wide eyes peered into his. “Please,” you begged airily, pleading for something more than fleeting touches he offered. Uihoy chuckled with his brassy voice and rested his forehead on yours.

The grasp on your throat fell away for it to only drift down to your nipples. The added stimulation had you biting at your bottom lip to stop a pathetic from tumbling its way out. “What’s wrong, Treasure?” he taunted with honeyed tone. Both of your thighs locked at his sides. An attempt to pin him to you. Anything to gain friction to your abandoned shaft that red and angry. A prominent vein popping out.

All he had to do was rise to his knees, place a hand on your own, and spilt your legs. The strength he used was nothing compared to what you’ve seen him exert. Like it was nothing to him.

“Pauk, look at little one.” His hand hovered mere millimeters above your cock to the point you could feel his heat washing off of him. “Look in need for Uihoy. Poor little thing.” It hurt so bad in a good way when he brushed his coarse thumb along the underside of your weeping member.

And the pitiful cry he received was music to his ears. Your cock was abandoned all over again. His hands returned to your chest and left goosebumps in their wake once more. Underneath him, you kept squirming for any attempt for his hands to return south at where you needed him the most. But the hardened warrior focused solely on your torso.

Sharp and lethal talons ran across fragile skin. One wrong move could slice the flesh wide open. Your muscles bulged at the feeble attempt to break free from the strong bonds. The amount of pressure you put on them caused pain to buzz in the back of your head. That was the last thing you could care about though.

A massive grin was pinned to Uihoy’s face at the sight of your struggling. Your legs trembled as they were lifted to curl in on yourself. One of your thighs trapped your cock which in turn gave friction. Your eyes rolled up at the new, relieving sensation. You didn’t stop, hips rutting weirdly, barely enough, but a way to gain any friction.

All of that was stopped when a pair of massive, strong hands each of your thighs from the middle and spilt them open. They were swiftly pinned to the bed under the weight of Uihoy. Said male cocked his head with an honey, concerned look. “It seems there was a lapse of judgment. These handsome thighs… need more attention.”

Uihoy curved his spine and began to lay a line at the start just below your knee of kisses. From there, he slowly created his own path to the apex of your thighs. A bundle of hope bloomed in your chest until the mandible kisses resumed on the other side. You could sob at the lack of anything more than teasing from your mate. He wasn’t giving you anything more than fleeting touches and whispered promises. You groaned in frustration and jutted your hips up in protest. But the stern hand holding down your thighs prevented the riot.

The Yautja tilted his massive head just enough to peak at you from underneath his brows. “Does little hunter know what do to Uihoy?” he purred then shifted forward enough to grind the bulge in his pants against your thigh. A light bulb appeared over his purple head. “Pauk… theses thighs would look so good wrapped around Uihoy’s cock.” He ran his claws down the inside of your thighs. “Isn’t that right, little hunter?” And you keened in response. Anything to get him to touch you. Properly.

“Yeah, of course, little one would. Desperate for anything, even if Uihoy shoved cock down that tight throat… but that’s not what Uihoy wants. No,” he trailed off softly and focused back on your thighs.

Once he scooted back enough to bend over, your mate laid kiss after on your bare skin. It took you a moment to think through the clouds but come to realize, he’s loving on every mark on your thighs. Even ones you’ve gained before knowing they existed.

Your chin was buried into your chest while you watched with rapture. Uihoy went over each scar or stretch mark that marred your flesh with care that lover would give. And fuck, if that didn’t make you ready to burst, then you didn’t know what.

His hands drifted back up on the underside of your thighs before stopping at the swell of your cheeks. In the cloudy fog clogging rational thinking, you didn’t pay attention to what they were doing.

A pink tongue slithered out and followed the curve of a particularly long scar on the inside of your legs. The memory of how badly that had hurt flashed to life but was swiftly shooed away at the gentle love Uihoy provided.

“Love,” you sputtered, muscles straining to fight him. “I, I need you.” It wasn’t hard to admit that but a new wave of heat burned your face.

Sweat prickled at your forehead the longer this went on without relief. Uihoy loved, licked, kissed at what flesh that made up your thighs. The male took his wonderful time.

Every time you attempted to push against him for something more, he only had to slightly flex his arms and release a minute snarl. One he sounded off when his fingers ghost next where your balls rested and you jutted up for more. “Fucking hell Uihoy!” you snapped finally and fought like your life depended against the ropes.

They creaked and groan. But despite giving it your all, they refused to fray.

Hot, fresh tears began to pool at the corner of your eyes. Uihoy felt his painful unsheathed shaft twitch, dampening the inside of his pants at the gorgeous sight. You whimpered, face pulled down into a frown with frustration flickering like flames in your eyes.

Uihoy snorted and leaned up to rest on his knees, eyes drinking in the sweat that coated your skin. “What does little hunter want?” he teased, head cocked to the side like a confused puppy. The grin that painted his face widely mocked you. A look you desperately wanted to smack off before jumping the male and riding him to kingdom come.

Between clenched teeth, you bite, “you know what I want.” Harsh, violent words he’ll forgive you for. If he was in your position, he would be acting the same. Specially, if his cock looked as painful as yours did.

He tsked and shook his head. “Do better. Little hunter knows words are what it takes.” You tell him what you want, he’ll do it. Beck and call. You had two mighty hunters wrapped around you nimble fingers.

The lump in your throat was forced down and you turned your face away from him. The moment you did though, purple flashed across your vision. A firm grasp latched onto you chin and forced you to look back at Uihoy. “Don’t look away from Uihoy. Tell what it is little one wants. What little one needs.” You keened, biting nearly harshly at your bottom lip before giving.

“Touch me, please.” He raised a brow. The hand on your thigh began to caress the supple skin there. You growled in frustration. “No! My cock. Touch my fucking cock!” you practically screamed at him. The male’s grin turned evil.

“Wish is Uihoy’s command.”

A wrapped firmly around your painfully hard shaft. Just the touch of it sent ecstasy up the length of your spine while settling in the pit of your belly. It hurt in the most pleasurable ways.

The soft lights that luminated the ship were covered, your body blanketed by a shadow. Uihoy’s heat drifting down onto you. “This is what is needed, isn’t it?” his voice whispered directly into your ear. But you couldn’t hear him from the rushing blood nor focus on a single word from the pleasure.

“Need mate to tied little hunter up and play until begging, begging for Uihoy. Take whatever Uihoy wants, little hunter will allow.” You choked on the air sole in your lungs as the grasp began to move. Your eyes spun backwards, back arching off of the bed completely. Your balls drawing up.

White blinded your vision, not a sound registered in your brain. The pain that exploded throughout every nerve in your body was unexplainable, but you wouldn’t stop it. Your cock sputtered, spasmed with each new shot of cum, a nearly never-ending stream that painted your stomach and Uihoy’s hand white. Each rope nearly hurt from how good the release of pent-up pressure was.

Then, you collapsed onto the bed, drained, soul sucked dry. Your eyes closed, chest heaving with lung gasping breaths. Every cell part of your body vibrated with energy but slowly faded while you drifted back down.

Hands pet up and down the length of your thighs. “So good for Uihoy,” the Yautja’s brass voice rumbled in the air. The hair along your arms and legs prickled with dying electricity. Your body gave one last twitch before settling into the furs both of your mates have hunted for you.

Uihoy purred softly for you. A fur blanket was used to wipe the spent cum off of your stomach. It was promptly discarded to the side. He crawled up and rested next to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The vibrations he sent off rolled over your skin. “How was that?”

With your eyes still shut, you hummed in content with a smile twitching your lips. “Yeah? Good boy,” he whispered and licked up a lone stripe of sweat.

One of his hands palmed at the flesh of your thighs again. “Never get used to these. Gotta let Uihoy markup… or tie?” he groaned at the new idea and nipped at you. In the afterglow, you began to drift off, protected by one of your lovers.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #alien vs predator #yautja x you #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #smut #predator smut #yautja smut #alien smut #very smutty #gay smut

[reddragon-cowboy]

honeysuckle kisses | spike spiegel x oc [ poc ]

Genre: Pure Fluff. Romance. Warnings: Partial nudity. Highly Suggestive ?

Notes: I wanted to write Domestic Spike, and then my hand slipped, and it got longer than I expected...um yea. A oneshot that falls in line with the story of my fanfic: Concrete Roses. My oc, Niah, is a person of color. This scene happens three years after the events of RFB. It's just a lot of kissing and teasing and slight dom Spike. Again, hope you enjoy poetic imagery ! More here

a few small breaths hitch in the back of her throat, full lips parted slightly in quiet anticipation as she observes with brown eyes that rests low and slowly blink, long lashes fluttering gently as a drowsy sigh escape, muscles relaxed where she comfortably lays upon the bed. The red curtains ruffle as the wind slips through the crack of the window, invading this moment as it spreads airy outdoor aromas into the interiors space of the bedroom, smells like sunlight that breathes life into one's dead eyes. It travels on the breeze where honeysuckle tastes sweet and reigns supreme, fueling humble desires which smolders between entanglements of lovers who bask in the hearts of one another.

Then a slip of his finger and her body shivers, skin tingling with warmth where his lips softly rove over sun-kissed skin, applying kisses ( one here or there ) lightly upon her belly that felt soft to mere touch as his eyelids fall shut. The length of his body lays partially on top of her, his ribs resting in between her thighs while he playfully nuzzles his face into her stomach. And it quivers when he breathes a sigh against her belly, which she rewards him with light giggles while he sucks kisses close to her navel, knowing very well this spot was easily susceptible to being tickled. He discovers how he loves submerging himself in these acts of affection, so simple and easy, he thinks, drowning all five of his senses into her luscious warmth she bathes him in at the core of her bud.

Spike can't seem to remember why he delayed this for so long. On several occasions, as months ran through different seasons of years that passed, he'd conjure the rationalization that a Bounty Hunter of his caliber couldn't accept this life he considered to be a blessing, couldn't partake in this type of life that held the potential to tame bloodthirsty urges, denying himself luxuriation of this indulgence due to past sins that smeared black within the patterned ridges of his fingerprints. And yet, for a man riddled in bloodguilt, who once upon a time occasionally dipped his hands in a bowl of bloodshed under a higher authority's command, his hands move languidly with such gentle haste, fingertips gliding across smooth skin left bare to his caress as they drum along both sides of her waist.

The room remained quiet for the most part since their awakening to this calm morning, except for audible expressions of hushed sighs mixed with whispered utterances, and again he murmurs something she still could barely hear, between movements of his lips where he whispers poetic sayings that tickles near her womb. If he was to look up at her for a split second, he'd see how she tries to hold back the smile that hovers over her mouth in a futile attempt to conceal more giggles that threatens to break free, which results in quiet laughter that rumbles in her chest.

A hum creeps up his throat when he feels her fingers finding their way into his hair, entangles them within his curly strands that coils and lovingly twist over her hand. She holds her breath as his name teases on her tongue. And she knows very well the nature of his name implied something sharp -- something that can swiftly pierce through layers of flesh no matter the depth, deep enough to reach and stab the core of a fragile heart. That is. . . if he wasn't given lessons on understanding and extending mercy for ones viewed by the world as weak, lesser and unseen by societies standards. Teachings on tenderness inspires love to blossom from the seed she planted. For whom would have ever known he was ever capable of it. A snake. A wolf. A dragon. He was three all in one. A grotesque beast.

❝ Spike ? ❞ she uttered lightly.

❝ Mmmm. . . yeeeaah ? ❞ His voice breathes huskily into her skin, full and heavy that drenched with remnants of sleep. She could hear the fatigue that saturates his words. Always have. It was obvious how tiredness weighed him down in most aspects of his life in how he carried himself--all in the way he talked, walked, and even smoked a cig or handled a pole when he fished. But with her, and for her, he manages to gain just a little energy, a little more than what he usually would offer to anyone else .

She seals her mouth closed, not quick to respond, however, only stare from beneath long lashes that rests ever lower as a similar weariness hangs over her eyelids. Spike lifts his head to look at her, clearly waiting for some sort of response in which his name that fell out her maw beckon his attentions, beckons his gaze which ( also ) take their sweet time roving over the lush hills of her breasts that were adorned modestly in the comfort of a black lace bra - an exquisite sight to behold that his fingers ache to unwrap. But in regard to Niah, there's still nothing, not even a peep from those gorgeous lips that only further tempts him once he locks in on them, and he realizes a sudden thirst for the feel of them against his own.

❝ You call my name and don't have anything to say, huh ? ❞ He couldn't help the chuckle that deeply erupts within his chest, mainly because she then ( almost shyly ) touches the back of her hand to her mouth, a nonverbal act to keep her mouth sealed as if there was a secret she couldn't tell. Oh, so coy with a sweetness he's addicted to. Niah didn't have to do much of anything to tug his attention away from most things - say his name for no reason other than to hear his voice, and he's hooked on the string that reels him in to attend to her cares. Especially now that his forearms prop on the mattress that settles on either side of her as he starts to inch forward, dragging his bare torso as he crawls up over her smaller frame.

She trembles out a small whimper as his body presses down onto her, the linen wrinkling underneath her. She feels herself sink into the mattress, lets loose a low moan while his hips burrow between the warm space of her thighs as he comfortably rests a large portion of his weight on top of her. Niah was short in comparison to his taller stature, but Spike knew she could handle it, or at the very least tolerate most of what he lays on her. Besides, there was a type of pleasure he obtained in it, derived in the way her body squirms beneath him as she adjusts to his new position, struggles against his strength as if she were prey caught in the jaws of a predator. Only in this instance, the little dove had no such desire to fly away or be saved.

An elbow props him up as his face hovers above her, and thick strands of curly hair tickle her forehead lightly where his messy bangs droop languid, lax, and intimate. She swallows thickly, lips parting as warmth rushes to her cheeks that spreads down her neck. He smirks, half-lid mismatched eyes locked on hers, close enough she could see his pupils were dilated. ❝ I kinda like the way you say my name anyhow - can't never get enough of it. Y'know what I mean ? ❞ He decides to bring his other hand closer, positions his thumb sideways so he may brush it over the hill of her cheek, down till it stops at her jaw and repeats . ❝ --nothing else has to be said other than that. ❞ within his eyes brews a cup of desire, and her heart palpitates with a twisted ache, knew what his words implied: a teeny tiny dictation he speaks gentle disguised as a suggestion, subtle sayings full of lustful connotations.

Quickly his gaze then flickers to her mouth, pupils full blown wide as they trace the voluptuous shape of her lips. They looked so soft and kissable. Nicely round and full that almost makes him salivate at the thought of her dulcet flavor, lips he's itching to roughly bruise with his teeth in a hot searing kiss, leave his mark as one of her reminders that he greedily owns her. Yet, he clears his throat, absolute willpower holds back the beast by an iron collar clamped around his neck. Patience tells him such feverish urgency could wait for just a few minutes longer. There was no rush. The birds were still singing, and the morning was still young as the world slowly arises awake to a new day. He will drink the delicious fill of her cup quite soon.

And it absolutely amazes him how he developed self-discipline to begin with. Spike don't recall how he did it, how he survived all those months with these feelings that slowly nibbled away at the stone defenses that encircled his heart, left him weak and vulnerable to her dreamy enchantment she casted in every passing second he spent in her presence . Her every touch ( no matter how small ), every look that may linger a second longer, stimulating something buried deep within his psyche to flower from the land of the dead. He couldn't believe how it beat all odds. How a rose could rise from a crack in solid concrete.

Niah watches in silence beneath his stare, still no utterance escapes her as his face drew an inch closer, notices the way desire resembles hunger that simmers in the amber liquid of his eyes that grew dark, obvious his mind had wandered into a different territory, somewhere not as clean nor wholesome as white purity. That was good for her. And again, she doesn't have to do much at all. A little effort : she only pulls her bottom lip in for a quick nip, a single canine pinches the supple flesh there before her tongue swipes over with a fresh sheen of saliva. His adams apple bobs accordingly, a noise that befits more of a deep moan rumbles his throat as he blinked, licking his lips. His eyes flit back to hers immediately where he sees an ounce of mischief swirling within, hinders on innocent in her doe brown eyes that were laid low and sleepily alluring, never fails to make him melt. And her finger lifts that merely brushes under the tip his chin, like a soft petals caress.

a subtle tease. ohhh, she could be just as mean of a tease as he when she wanted to be. Man, he was so weak, oh how far he has fallen from the image of a stoic man who at one time preferred a cigarette's toxic kiss to his lips, and smoke where warm vapors brush venomous whispers over cold cheeks.

He gulps thick, throat feeling dry and in need of her water she supplies. ❝ You mind if I kiss you ? ❞ Even for Spike when he actually heard the words tumble out his mouth, he realized it was stupidest question he could've ever ask her. Of course, he can steal a kiss from her whenever he so pleased. Any time. Any day, under the sun and moon of earth he knows she adores so much. But he at least earns a small laugh out of her in a burst of mirth, which is all that matters in the world he built with her.

She finally shakes her head in response. No. And she smiles just a bit. It drives him wild how she chooses to tease him. So demure and ever tempting, like the little prey she is, typically common in slow mornings such as this one that bathes the room in a hazy golden glow. And he's grateful he's actually alive to witness such beauty that gave birth to the image of her.

This is where patience comes to its end.

His head dips low, tilting it to the side, and lightly does his lips skims over the surface of hers. The sensation surprised her for a second that her heart rate spiked, not expecting him to start at such a slow, steady pace, but it made her heart flutter all the same, the way his lips ( teasingly ) ghosts over the shape of her own that imitates the touch of a feather. His nose bumps against hers softly, peers down at her visage with those lazy, half-lid eyes that bore into hers, taking a dip into her earthy brown hues. The tip of his tongue licks her bottom lip as he pulls slightly away, and with his free hand he touches his palm to her cheek, tenderly strokes the length of her eyebrow with his thumb.

Spike could be sweet if he feels someone merits his fond regards, but all throughout these gesticulations he bestows upon her only leaves her senses a tad overwhelmed, prompts her mouth to part where Niah releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding. His capability and utter willingness to demonstrate this side of himself always left her mind in a daze and gripped a tight hold on her heart. This was the flip of a coin where he exudes a rare, raw fondness that he reveals only for her to experience in these special moments alone.

❝ Mind if I kiss you again ? ❞ His lips quirk up in a half-smirk with a peek of his teeth, but there in his eyes she sees a star faintly glimmer in their cosmic depths.

A small utterance in a low breath. ❝ Was that a real kiss ? ❞

Moments like these, he makes her feels special. Moments like these, he wonders why she chose him. And yet, he can't worry about that, for he takes the love she offers as it is.

❝ Yea, but this one is even better . ❞

red curtains flutter as the wind blows. It fills her lungs as she sucks in a sharp breath right before his lips are pressed against hers, and her eyes are fluttering close, hands moving as one arm wrap across his shoulder-blades, the other where small fingers weave in the tangles of his hair as her hand lovingly holds the back of his head. It ignites a spark of tingles to swarm the area her fingertips graze his scalp, and he exhales through his nostrils with a hum of pleasure as a wave of goosebumps pour down his back like water at the feeling of her hand in his hair. Somewhat breathless, she fails to suppress a groan as he applies more of his weight atop her body, breasts squish against his broad chest that expands with every intake of breath, finds difficulty in moving as she slightly squirms underneath. Spike, nonetheless, relishes in her feeble attempts, something gratifying in the notion of keeping her still in place beneath him right where he wants her, under his control that bespoke a dominate nature.

Her head sinks into the plush crevice of the pillow as he pushes his face onto hers. The temperature of his body starts to rise at a quick pace. Her hand drifts from his head to allow her finger to lightly trace a circle between his shoulder blades, the other, ever so gingerly slides the tip of her middle finger down the length of his spine ever so slowly. And it couldn't be contained nor suppressed in the way his eyes are forced shut as his body shudders at her touch, prying his mouth away to let loose a deep moan as he bathes her cheeks with the warmth of his breath. Oh, such a sexy noise she drew out of him. Niah was keenly aware of how his body reacts to certain stimuli in different zones where pleasure was easily achieved- his sensitivity to sensual touches, incredibly so vulnerable to her sultry caress.

Spike takes a moment to clear his throat, nerves jumbled as the shock of pleasure steadily dissipates with a small shake of his head, but not another second passes before he's greedily claiming her lips once more with a grunt, sharp eyebrows furrowed and pressed against her forehead. The softness of her lips never once loses form as they continue to mold and delectably squish against his own in their shared kiss. His mouth had accumulated with enough saliva that it slicks in-between as his lip's glides over her supple flesh that bends with ease to his sway, feels moist and warm as he feels her tongue offer gentle swipes over his bottom lip. Honestly, it was all too much for the bounty hunter, his biceps bulging as his hands grip the pillow on either side of her head. And a moment arrives where she parts to catch her breath, but it's stolen as he dips his tongue deep into the cavern of her mouth, angling his head to prod further as the wet muscle hungrily slither within to explore the sweetness of her flavor. The mere thickness of his tongue that protrudes into her mouth elicits a whine which delicately crawls up her throat, a noise that sounded so pretty, so small, fragile as a porcelain vase, an absolute exquisite mewl that tastes like red wine in which he swallows in haste.

Covetousness slither like a snake that wrap about his psyche where the beast takes hold and drinks his fill from her cup, indulging in the special concoction of her taste where a potent sweetness ripples with water as rose petals floats within the basin. He moans deeply into her mouth, flicking and swirling his tongue around her smaller one, his salvia shared generously where a little dribble on the side of her mouth. Spike's hand comes to rest on her hip, gently slide down her thigh before shifting her leg up and over his pelvis. He cracks a single eye open to observe her face, discovers her eyes were lulled closed, and he could've sworn he was dreaming when he saw stars dust off her lashes, as she was too immersed in the moment, her heart pounding heavy with fervor against her chest as their tongues dance in motion through their slow, sultry kiss, and her hands once more become lost in the thick forest of his hair.

Their souls entwined during the kiss that flowered with honeysuckle, blossoming summer yellow along vines that interwove through the wounds of one heart bleeding red, one she nurtured, bringing ultimate relief to his pain where a flame once flared bright crimson, extinguished with the aid of water that trickled from her gentle, loving hand. The wild beast drinks from her cup from the bucket he pulled from her water-well, once more being made alive in the promise that bloomed out of hope when he believed he was dead.

They partake in a loveful symphony as sighs breathe hushed and insatiable moans stir their bellies with the crackling of a fire. The mattress creaks under their combined weight, dust particles drifting within misty beams of sunlight that caress their figures that became entrapped within white sheets, limbs entangled while riveted in passion that brews coals of ice that melt against their heat. Niah's mouth separates from him and his tongue withdraws, his lips feeling a brush of coolness when she peels the warmth of hers away to draw in a lungful of air in a breathy gasp, her profile meeting the pillow with a turn of her head. He burrows his nose into her warm skin, the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, her scent reminiscent of faint rainfall and strawberry oil that buzzes his senses, balmily drifts up his nostrils as he takes a long inhale. Struggling to level her breath, her eyes shut with a small shiver, feeling something wet there, realizing his tongue was slowly running up the curve of her neck for another quick taste.

Spike could never quite get enough. ❝ You're sweet, y'know that ? ❞

#I'm team: Spike wants and deserves a quiet life due to ptsd and trauma he experienced for the majority of his life. my boy is depressed. #spike spiegel x reader #spike cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop x reader #cowboy bebop fanfic #cowboy bebop fanfiction #spike spiegel x black reader #black reader #x black reader #anime #xreader #x reader #don't tempt the beast with promise of domestic life <> concrete rose #poc reader #anime x poc!reader #anime x black!reader

[potatosoupei]

I have never in my life posted writing on Tumblr so forgive me if I did this wrong but here we gooooooo. I refuses to watch troll hunters for so long but I finally cracked and now all I can do it read and draw fan shit and here's a continuation to a fanfic I read but lost so like credits to whoever wrote the original Bular x Pregnant!Reader somewhere on here. This is based off that.

16+ warning for suggestive content but like not really?

Bular x Human!Reader Nursing

Bular sat and watched as you nursed your halfbreed child. It was something history had never seen before, a babe born from both human and troll. It was a unheard of, and something his lost father would never approve of.

The whelp looked human. Some of the impure had made comments about the child not being the heir of Bular in the beginning. None of them dared make those claims while the massive brute was around though, knowing their skulls would be crushed effectively ending their gossip and their lives.

All accusations were put to rest when the child opened their eyes for the first time. They were the eyes of a troll.

No, they were the eyes of their father.

Big amber pools contained the most beautiful ruby irises. The whelp may have looked human but Bular's troll blood ran strong through in their veins.

The gurgles and fussing of his child caused the gumgum to return from his thoughts. "Not hungry anymore?" You coo, gently bouncing the child in your arms as they had unlatched. The babe babbled a little but was already beginning to settle, and you couldn't help but bare the warmest smile as you held your little bundle of joy.

Bular's large body shifted with little stealth, and sat just behind you as you doted over baby.

Since his final fight with the Trollhunter, and the early arrival of your baby you and your gumgum mate had to leave Arcadia. Strictlander had set it all up for you. He'd gotten you a truck and a driver that didn't ask questions to drive you both over the border and into Canada. You had ridden in the cab and Bular had been some very large cargo in the back. As far as anyone knew, Bular was dead. And you never existed.

"You're stewing again." You say, bundling the babe further as they began to slip away into sweet sleep.

"I do not *stew*." Bular snorted, and bent down to nuzzle the side of your face. He was massive in comparison to you, and it was a wonder how the two of you even ended up here in the first place.

Bular let out a chuff, causing some of your stray hairs to tickle your skin. This was what it was like to be the mate of a gumgum. Leaning into his gentle nuzzles you let the babe in your arms sleep while you got comfortable with a little peace and quiet.

It didn't last for long.

Between all his nuzzling and little huffs Bular caught the scent of something that intrigued him. One of your arms instinctively shot back, pushing Bular's face away as he had gotten a little too curious about what your breast milk tasted like.

"That's not for you." You chided, hand still firm on the Troll's face as you pushed him back. Bular's tongue slipped back into his mouth. "It smells sweet." he grunted in reply.

With a sigh you pulled your arm back and settled back into your Troll to get comfortable, "You don't like sweet. You eat cans, and cats and-" "Humans." He replied, and before you could protest you found him dipping back down again.

"Bular!" You squawked in surprise and lifted the baby away while you tried to cover your chest. You really hoped they wouldn't wake from the commotion.

This got a few amused rumbles from Bular and he pulled back again. The troll watched you settle the stirring whelp and how you sighed when they drifted back off to sleep. "You should put the whelp down. It is my turn." he said, his tusks and teeth bared in a mischievous grin.

You give him a light glare, and he laughs.

When you finally do manage put the babe down for a nap in their cradle, Bular is already scooping you up and dragging you into your shared nest.

That's allll folks. I don't know if I'll ever write anymore of these cause I know this fandom was dead before I started watching the series 😂 but I have to get my fanfic fill somehow

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Introduction \°○°/ !!

Tw: None! Just brief mention of trauma triggers, but that's it.

Hello there, fellow people. My name is Archer. You can call me Archy (: . I use they / them pronouns. And yes, this is a tickle blog.

You are free to make requests, but please do take into consideration that I don't really write fanfics. I can if you want me to, but it'll take me a while. I'm a busy person, sorry!

A brief introduction about me, before I talk about my Tumblr page.

I'm Australian! I speak Spanish as well as English, so there's some good news for any Spanish followers.

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Fandoms that I'm currently in:

Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles ( rottmnt ), and the 2012 Nickelodeon series for TMNT.

Undertale.

The Nightmare Before Christmas ( one of my biggest obsessions 🫶 ).

Hunter x Hunter.

Danganronpa, BNHA ( I'm not in any of these two fandoms, but I'm okay to write about them ).

Haikyu.

FNAF security breach.

IDV.

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Why So Serious?

It's been a while since I've posted any literature here, but I've whipped up yet another Mega Man tickling story, featuring Axl and my Reploidsona, Echo. This fic was actually completed at the end of February and already posted to my Ao3 and DeviantArt accounts, but I didn't get the chance to post it to Tumblr until now. I was kind of burnt out by how much effort I put into this story, but I'm proud of it nonetheless. This is not just the longest Mega Man fanfic I've written, but also the longest standalone story I've written by far. That all being said, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a SFW tickling story, and this is a SFW tickling-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but I prefer you do not reblog this story if you are primarily a NSFW/kink-themed blog. Thank you.

Summary: Axl decides to help Echo to lighten up when he notices she isn't in the best mood and has been cooped up in her dorm all day. But he ends up choosing the wrong time to do so, and Echo ends up delivering payback to the young gunslinger.

Fandom(s): Mega Man

Character(s): Echo, Axl

Words: 9159

Potential warning(s): Mild/SFW bondage

It was a rather typical day in Hunter Base. Most of the Maverick Hunters were out and about on missions, tracking down rogue Mavericks as usual, or busy doing other tasks in the building, such as filing reports.

One particular blue-haired Reploid happened to be doing just that: Echo.

Echo was in her dorm, which was quiet and empty as usual, sitting at her desk with a report sitting in front of her, and a few more reports laid out over each other next to the one she was currently filling out. The Huntress’ bored expression made it obvious filing reports wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to do, but it was just one of the many chores of being a Maverick Hunter.

Speaking of being a Maverick Hunter, one of the newest members that had joined the organization was a young Reploid named Axl. He was taken in by the leader of the 0th Unit, Zero, after the two had fought a massive scorpion-like Mechaniloid on the highway shortly before the Red Alert Incident began several months ago. Although some of the Maverick Hunters, especially X, were reluctant to let Axl become a member due to his dubious history with Red Alert and his immature and reckless behavior, they let him become an official member when they realized his potential, and his strong will to do what’s right and protect the innocent from Mavericks.

Echo was one of the Reploids who was reluctant to let Axl become an official Maverick Hunter. When they first met, she had initially acted cold toward him, but that was because of her lack of trust, and the chaos she had to deal with ever since X had (temporarily) retired at the time. However, those weren’t the only reasons Echo had acted cold toward the young Hunter- she had developed a small crush on Axl, and she wanted to hide it as much as she could (though she has mostly gotten over her crush on him by now). But when she saw how terribly Axl grieved Red following the latter’s demise in the Crimson Tower, Echo realized how much he meant to him, and she and the young gunslinger shared much more in common than she initially thought, as she had lost Zero after he was fatally wounded along with X by Sigma during the confrontation with the latter in Zero Space years ago, even if Zero somehow turned out to be alive during the Nightmare Incident. Following the Crimson Hunter’s temporary demise, Echo made a personal oath not to let anyone suffer a terrible loss the same way she did, and that, along with her guilt with how she treated Axl before, was what motivated her to comfort him any way she could, give him a place that would feel like home to him, surrounded by friends and family.

As the months passed, Echo slowly warmed up to and became closer with the younger Reploid. She was usually annoyed by Axl’s antics, as she didn’t tolerate immature behavior (even more so since she became more serious following the Eurasia and Nightmare Incidents), but she could understand the logic behind his attitude, and didn’t want to be too harsh on him. After all, he was still young. And while Echo outwardly didn’t find most of the jokes Axl would crack not that funny, deep down she found them amusing (well, some of them), but she couldn’t afford to let that be known, as otherwise she would likely never hear the end of it.

Back to the present, Echo stared at the report in front of her on her desk, holding a pencil which she occasionally tapped against her head in boredom. That was only one of the reasons for procrastinating on the report- she had to think about how to answer some of the prompts. A sigh heaved out from the blue-haired Huntress, knowing this was going to take a while until she could finally have the freedom to relax for the rest of the day. At least Echo didn’t have to worry about anyone potentially interrupting her work.

But alas, that would not be the case for her that day, because a particular young Reploid would come and visit her.

A metallic knocking sounded from the other side of the steel door, causing Echo to perk her head up and turn to face the door, and as soon as she did, she heard a familiar, chipper voice.

“Yo, Echo! Can I come in?”

Echo immediately recognized the voice, not even bothering to guess who it was. “Yeah.” She replied in a neutral tone, not necessarily friendly, but not hostile or unwelcoming.

Granted permission to enter, the person on the other end opened the door. Standing right outside the doorway was Axl, very much unsurprising to Echo, having expected him thanks to his upbeat tone. But she knew he must have had a reason to visit her dorm at a time like this. Despite his impudent nature, the young gunslinger was (usually) not one to just barge into someone’s dorm uninvited.

“Heya, Echo!” Axl greeted the blue-haired Huntress, a warm smile on his face. His smiles were rather infectious- part of it was due to his chipper and youthful nature. Part of Echo found it difficult to not want to smile back at the new-gen, but she suppressed it. She had more important matters to take care of at the moment.

“Hi, Axl.” Echo greeted back, adjusting her position until she was sitting up straight rather than bending forward when she was filing reports just now. “I assume you came here for something…?”

“Actually, I just came back from training.” Axl replied. “So I just thought I’d unwind here for a bit.”

That last part surprised Echo. “But why in my dorm? Can’t you just do that in your OWN dorm?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like there’s anything wrong with chilling in a friend’s dorm, right?” Axl sat down on a blue couch standing against the wall opposite of Echo’s desk, leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs and placing his arms behind his head, a position typical for a laid-back Reploid such as him. “Plus, I noticed you’ve been cooped up in here for like, all day, so, I just thought I’d keep you company, y’know?”

That last sentence caught Echo off-guard, even though she didn’t show it. Part of her found it thoughtful for Axl to keep her company, especially since she had stayed in her dorm for the majority of the day, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel suspicious, knowing the young gunslinger’s tendency to cause mischief. The Huntress normally was not fond of such, especially when she was busy like she is right now. Regardless, she ultimately decided to let him unwind in her dorm.

“Okay,” Echo began. “but don’t be loud or do anything disruptive, I’m busy. Got it?”

“Got it!” Axl responded, giving a thumbs up.

Echo couldn’t help but smile a bit and let out a puff of laughter through her nostrils from Axl’s response. Just your typical young Maverick Hunter…

With that, Echo resumed her work, gradually filing her reports as Axl sat back and relaxed, his eyes closed in contentment, occasionally humming a small tune to himself, which the blue-haired Huntress didn’t pay much mind to. Echo found herself more relaxed than she was earlier- part of it was from Axl’s promise not to interrupt her work, but it was also from his presence, though she didn’t want to admit it.

Several minutes passed, the entire room quiet except for the sound of a pencil writing on paper, Axl’s humming, and the latter occasionally changing positions lounging on the couch. The new-gen yawned, starting to get bored, until he looked over at Echo and became curious about what she was working on. Plus, part of him wanted to initiate a conversation with the Huntress, as the two of them hadn’t spoken since Axl had entered her dorm. He got up from the couch and walked over to Echo, looking over her shoulder.

“Say, whatcha doin’?” Axl asked innocently, startling Echo slightly, but the tension in her muscles quickly faded when she realized who it was.

Echo turned her head to face the gunslinger. “What does it look like I’m doing?” She replied bluntly, the tone in her voice making it clear she was not interested in talking to Axl at the moment, but the curious, innocent look in his eyes made her sigh. “I’m filing reports. Also, didn’t I tell you not to distract me while I’m working?”

“Hey, I’m just asking what you’re doing…!” Axl chirped. “That doesn’t count as distracting, right?”

“Well, it kinda IS when I have to stop writing just to respond to you.” Echo placed down her pencil. “Couldn’t you be a little less… I dunno, intrusive?”

“What? I’m just peeking over your shoulder!” Axl rested his arms on the top of the swivel chair Echo was sitting on. “Ya know, you shouldn’t be so serious all the time. And come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen you smile in a while. You know what they say, it’s good to smile more…!”

“I already smile enough.” Echo was starting to get annoyed.

Axl shook his head. “That’s obviously not true. Plus, you’re starting to sound like Zero whenever he’s in a foul mood.”

“Whatever.” was Echo’s only response, rolling her eyes, before she resumed filing her current report.

Axl huffed, frowning from how stubborn Echo was. She was clearly adamant about not wanting to smile, and the new-gen was at a loss of what to do, until he suddenly came up with an idea, a mischievous grin replacing his frown.

“If you’re not gonna smile, Echo, then I guess I’ll have to make you lighten up myself!”

Before Echo could form a response to Axl’s words, the latter removed his arms from the top of her chair, his hands swiftly diving toward both of the blue-haired Huntress’ sides, until he planted his fingers against the synthetic flesh, causing her to jolt and her eyes to widen as she dropped her pencil, which landed onto the floor with a clack.

“Axl, w-what are you-” Echo stammered, but was cut off by Axl.

“C’mon, you need to smile for once! Lemme see that smile!” The young gunslinger chirped.

Echo barely had any time to react before Axl suddenly began skittering his fingers up and down her sides. She immediately felt a grin tugging at her lips, and she tried her best to suppress it, but the odd sensation radiating from her sides caused by Axl’s fingers drilling into them proved too much to resist, and she ultimately broke into laughter, a wide, involuntary grin on her face.

“A-Ahahahahahaha! A-Axlhlhl, nohohoho!” Echo cried, trying to grab at Axl’s arms in an attempt to yank them away from her sides, but the ticklish sensation was draining her strength, and made it difficult to focus. Axl peeked over her shoulder as he continued scribbling at Echo’s sides, and his eyes sparkled with delight when he saw a wide grin on her face.

“Ah, THERE’S that smile!” Axl spoke with delight and satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“Ahahahahahaha! Knohohock it off!” Echo shouted, trying to sound serious, which was unconvincing due to her laughter. The more she felt Axl’s fingers skittering up and down her sides, the more she felt her strength being sapped, and by this point she had given up trying to yank his hands away from her. Instead, she attempted to writhe and twist her body to get away from the gunslinger’s devious fingers. But what Echo did not expect Axl to do next was pick her up and pull her literally out of her chair (with some struggling, as she was slightly heavier than him), firmly, but gently placing her down onto the floor. The blue-haired Huntress quickly recovered, but before she could attempt to get up, the new-gen plopped down onto her legs, sitting on them and essentially pinning her down, his back turned to her.

“Axl, get off!” Echo yelled, now MORE annoyed than before, writhing with all of her might to break free, but the weight of Axl on her legs made her efforts fruitless.

“Not until you lighten up!” Axl simply responded, the grin on his face indicating he had a plan in mind. “In fact, I know another way to get you to cheer up.”

“And what’s THAT?” Echo asked suspiciously.

As if to answer the blue-haired Huntress’s question, Axl began tugging at her boots. Echo jumped at the sensation, and her eyes widened, quickly realizing what the younger Reploid was doing.

He was prying off her boots.

“Axl, no, don’t you DARE…!” Echo said to Axl, trying to sound serious, but a hint of unmistakable fear was in her voice, which only made the new-gen even MORE determined to pry off her boots. Truth be told, Echo was becoming increasingly nervous, because her feet happened to be one of her worst ticklish spots, meaning that if Axl found that out, she would surely be screwed.

“Why not?” Axl asked, before his eyes widened with realization. “Oh, lemme guess, your feet are probably ticklish, huh?”

Echo’s heart sank. Axl had already guessed one of her weak spots. She thought of trying to lie her way out of it, but given that the fear in her voice already made the young gunslinger more determined to pry off her boots, she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Not even bothering to wait for a response, Axl shrugged, before resuming prying Echo’s boots off. “Well, only one way to find out!”

With some effort, and after a few moments, one boot came off, followed shortly by the other, exposing Echo’s feet, which were now shielded by nothing more than her skintight bodysuit. So skintight in fact, that she could feel the cool air of her dorm washing against her bare soles.

Crap, no, why did he have to remove my boots…?! Echo thought, blushing with embarrassment, knowing full well what Axl was going to do next. With no other option, she braced herself to prepare for the incoming tickle attack…

“Hehe, heads up, Echo…!” Those were the words that came from Axl, before he suddenly dug his fingers into the Huntress’s soles, and began scribbling up and down all over them.

Despite Echo bracing herself, her feet proved to be just too sensitive that the ticklish sensations radiating there from Axl scribbling his fingers across them were so intense, and it barely took a few seconds until she broke into laughter once more, much harder and louder than before.

“NEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Echo squealed, clutching her stomach and writhing in place as Axl skittered his devious fingers along her soles. “STAHAHAHAHAP! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Her shouts of anger quickly devolved into fits of helpless laughter, which she tried to suppress, but the ticklish sensation was just too much. Axl found it amusing and adorable how Echo’s laughter and large grin were a complete 180 from her demeanor when she was working just now.

“Whoa! I figured your feet would be ticklish, but not THIS ticklish!” Axl remarked in amusement, grabbing hold of one of Echo’s ankles and pulling it upwards, before dragging his fingertips up and down the length of the sole, digging his fingers in deep. Echo was already laughing helplessly as Axl dragged his fingers down her sole, but the moment they found their way to right under her toes was when the Huntress REALLY lost it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NNGHAHAHAHAHAHA!” If Echo had any shred of sanity left, it was completely shattered in that moment, because a loud screech tore from her vocal cords, followed by a stream of desperate, high-pitched laughter. The artificial nerves in her feet were on fire, and it was clear the blue-haired Huntress had no means of fighting back, especially with her legs pinned down by Axl, so all she could do was take the tickling.

“Hehe, that’s a good smile!” Axl said, with a grin of his own. “But I want to see MORE of it!”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I-I’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!” Echo shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Echo’s threats were unconvincing, made even more so by the fact that she couldn’t hurl any threats or complaints without melting into laughter. Axl seemed to notice this, and chuckled deviously as he continued to toy with the older Reploid’s feet, even going so far as to pinch each of her toes one by one and wiggling them around, drawing out MORE squeals and pleas for the new-gen to cease the tickling at once. He was going to milk it for all it was worth, and would not stop until Echo was in a better mood.

Echo was unable to pull away, and she found herself more humiliated by how a younger Reploid was able to overpower her this easily. Yet at the same time, deep down, a part of her was actually… ENJOYING being tickled, despite how intense the sensation was on her soles.

The Huntress wasn’t sure how long Axl had been tickling her for, and she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, as most of her strength had been drained by this point and her only source of air was taking in brief gasps in between her laughter. After a few more moments, however, the young gunslinger felt that Echo had enough, and finally released her ankle, and that was around the time her exhaustion was at its peak. She immediately collapsed her upper body onto the floor, forced to lay down and gasping to catch her breath. Her eyes were half-closed, sweat rolling down her forehead, and she giggled under her breath in spite of her exhaustion thanks to her feet tingling from being tickled so badly.

Axl got up from Echo’s legs, allowing her to move them freely again, and he knelt down next to her. “You okay there, Echo?” He asked innocently. The only response he got from the older Reploid was her wiping the sweat away from her forehead. “Heh, sorry if I went too far. But I just wanted to help cheer you up, y’know?” The new-gen rubbed a hand behind his neck sheepishly.

After a couple minutes, Echo sat up, removing her visors to wipe away the sweat that had dripped from her forehead to her face, before putting them back on. “I know,” She groaned, reaching for her discarded boots and promptly putting them back on. “but I was in the middle of working. You could’ve chosen another time to… you know.” Echo meant to say the word ‘tickle’, yet she couldn’t bring herself to. She didn’t know why, but it was just too embarrassing to say out loud.

Before the two Reploids could say anything more, Echo and Axl heard a knock at the door, and they stood up, turning their heads to face it. “Echo? May I come in?” A polite voice asked.

“Yeah…” Echo replied, trying not to make the exhaustion in her voice known.

The door promptly opened, and at the doorway was X, whose eyes widened upon seeing Axl.

“Hi, X.” Echo greeted casually, noticing the Azure Hunter’s eyes were widened.

“Hi, Echo.” X greeted back, stunned, but soon shrugged it off, and turned to face Axl. “And hey there, Axl. I see you’re here with Echo.”

“Nice to see you, X!” Axl greeted, smiling at X. “And yeah, I came to visit Echo because I wanted to unwind and get her to lighten up a bit.”

That’s putting it bluntly… Echo thought, narrowing her eyes at the young gunslinger, before turning to face X again. “Anyway, did you come here for something, X?”

“Actually, I did. I went to find Axl because he needs to come with me to take care of a Maverick raid on a highway. I came here to ask you if you knew where he was because I couldn’t find him anywhere in the base, but it looks like I already DID find him.” X couldn’t help but smile in amusement.

Axl chuckled goodnaturedly, before X’s expression became serious. “Anyway, we need to get to the highway as soon as possible. You ready for the mission, Axl?”

“Oh, you know I’m always ready, X!” Axl replied confidently, grinning widely.

X smiled, having expected that kind of reaction from the young gunslinger. “Okay. The Mavericks are using vehicles, so we’ll use the Ride Chasers this time.”

Axl’s eyes glittered with excitement. “Ooh, HELL yeah! I haven’t driven one of those things in a long time!” He eagerly ran up to X, ready for what their mission had in store for them, and turned to Echo. “We’ll see ya later, Echo!”

“Alright. But promise you guys will be careful, okay?” Echo said, crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry, we will be!” Axl replied, before he and X began leaving. But as they were, Axl briefly stopped and turned to face the blue-haired Huntress one last time. “Oh, and Echo?”

“Hm?” Was the only response that came from Echo.

“Try working on that smile for me, will ya?” Axl asked, his tone genuine.

Axl’s genuine tone hit Echo in a way that made her feel touched, but she tried not to show it, and instead rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

The new-gen couldn’t help but giggle a little at Echo’s response, before he and X left to take on their mission, closing the door on the way out, leaving the Huntress alone once more.

Echo looked back at the reports laying on her desk, and she sighed, remembering that she still had a lot of work to do. Part of her was still seething with annoyance from how Axl had interrupted her while she was working, but she could not find it in herself to stay mad at the young Hunter. She understood he was only trying to cheer her up and make her smile more. Yet despite that, she felt the need to give him some well-deserved payback. To her, Axl needed to be taught a lesson so he wouldn’t distract her whenever she was working again.

By the time Axl returned from his mission with X and returned to his dorm to rest for the night, Echo would set her plan into motion. But that would have to wait. She had paperwork to fill out. Stretching, she grabbed her pencil that was dropped onto the floor earlier, returning to her desk and sitting down in her chair, and resumed filing her reports. This may be a grueling and boring task for the Huntress, but at least she had her payback for Axl to look forward to…

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Waiting until midnight to carry out her opportunity for revenge was probably the smartest decision Echo had ever made. More specifically, she had retired to rest in her capsule after she finished filing her paperwork, and slept until about an hour before the sun would rise. She knew very well Axl would likely expect her to get revenge, so she had to wait until he retired to his capsule for the night following the mission he went on with X. Even if the new-gen didn’t suspect any sort of foul play from Echo, the latter still couldn’t afford to carry out her plan while he was awake, especially since part of said plan involved restraining the younger Reploid so he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

However, that also meant Echo had to go to the basement and grab some equipment from one of the storage closets- a table big enough to accomodate a person, and some rope. Carrying the rope was no problem, but the table was quite heavy, meaning she had to take quick breaks to catch her breath as she carried it. Fortunately, the table was foldable, which did help simplify carrying it.

Once Echo had grabbed the equipment she needed, she promptly made her way to Axl’s dorm, being careful not to wake up anyone else in Hunter Base, carrying the foldable table in her arms and the rope between her jaws. By the time she reached the door to the young gunslinger’s dorm, Echo momentarily placed the table down to open it, before picking it up again and carefully entering Axl’s room.

There Axl was, laying in his capsule (which was closed at the moment), fast asleep.

Perfect… Echo thought. She walked over to the wall nearest to where Axl’s capsule was, unfolded the table she was carrying and carefully placed it down onto the steel floor.

The only thing left to do now was pick Axl up from his capsule and tie him to the table.

Removing the rope from her jaws and placing it down on the table, Echo walked over to Axl, who was still soundly asleep in his capsule. She opened his capsule, doing so as quietly as possible so she wouldn’t wake him, and got a good look at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Sure enough, he was. In fact, he looked rather peaceful while in sleep mode, which made him look adorable.

Echo shook her head. What was she thinking? She was here to get payback, not stare at the young gunslinger sleeping. Taking a deep breath, she carefully scooped up Axl from his capsule, and carried him in her arms to the table. As she did, however, she found herself unable to stop smiling to the point her cheeks were beginning to ache. Was she… enjoying herself?

The blue-haired Huntress realized that THIS must be what Axl felt when he tickled her yesterday.

Remembering that made Echo return her focus to the most important thing: revenge.

Echo gently placed Axl down onto the table on his back, and began to tie each of his limbs to the four corners with the rope, binding his wrists to the upper corners and his ankles to the lower corners.

With Axl now fully bound to the table, Echo climbed onto it and sat down on his legs so she could get payback more easily. She could finally carry out her revenge. But she had to wake him up somehow first. She spent a few moments thinking about how to wake the new-gen up, until she came up with an idea.

Echo moved a hand to Axl’s neck, and began scribbling her fingers over the synthetic skin. Almost right away, the new-gen started giggling quietly in his sleep, an involuntary grin forming on his face. He visibly tried to crane his neck away, but couldn’t due to his restraints.

The Huntress continued tickling the gunslinger’s neck, waiting patiently for him to wake up. After about a minute, Axl finally awoke, his eyes opening slowly, and that was Echo’s cue to pull her hand away.

When Axl’s giggling faded and his awareness gradually returned to him, the first thing he did was stare at the ceiling, then he looked down and saw someone sitting on his legs. His eyes widening, Axl quickly realized who it was: Echo.

“Hi, Axl.” Echo greeted, in a casual tone as if she didn’t tie Axl up just now.

“E-Echo…?” Was the first thing Axl said. “What are you doing up at a time like this…?” Before Echo could respond, the new-gen noticed his capsule leaning against the nearest wall. “Wait a minute, did you take me out of my capsule?”

“Yep.” Echo replied. “But that’s not one of the only things I did.”

“Whaddya mean by that…?” Axl asked, trying to sit up, only to find he couldn’t. Something was keeping him down. Confused, he tried to pull his wrists down, and realized they were tied to the table he was laid out on with rope. He then attempted to pull at his legs, only to reveal THEY were bound as well. “W-Wha… Did you TIE ME UP…?!” Axl began to squirm, which got him nowhere thanks to his limbs being bound. The drowsiness in his tone was gone and replaced with flustered confusion. It satisfied Echo to see the normally cocky and upbeat gunslinger act frantic and worried from what happened while he was sleeping. Seeing Axl bound and fearful almost felt like more than enough revenge to sink in for how he made the Huntress feel hours ago.

But that wasn’t the reason Echo had him tied up. Her plan was only just beginning.

“Axl, have I ever told you that you can be quite nosy at times?” Echo asked. Her icy blue eyes emanated a cold, yet devious glint in them, which, along with her words, only served to confuse Axl.

“Uhh… No? Why? More importantly, why am I tied up?”

“For revenge.” Echo replied bluntly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t even guessed that?”

“Revenge?” Axl asked, raising an eyebrow. “Revenge for what?”

“For THIS, you loon!” Echo said, raising her voice, before striking with both hands at once at the bound Hunter’s stomach, and scribbling her fingers as aggressively as she could. The sudden sensation of Echo’s fingers assaulting his stomach barely gave Axl any time to react before he burst into laughter.

“Bwahahahahaha! Whahahat the heheheck?!” Axl cried out.

The new-gen was clearly caught off-guard by Echo’s assault on his abdomen that he was unable to hold back his laughter. It was rather loud and almost sounded like cackling, which was the reaction Echo was expecting, but it was also adorable, which made Axl being tickled even better for her when he didn’t appear to like it one bit, as evidenced by his squirming and writhing.

“Nohohohohoho! Stohohohop! Gehehet ohohoff!”

Echo, of course, did not stop. Her fingers drilled deep into his stomach, drawing out every bit of laughter possible. To make things more intense, she occasionally reached a hand toward Axl’s neck and scribbled her fingers over it, which produced nearly the same amount of squealing as along his stomach.

But when she moved her hands toward Axl’s sides, it produced an entirely unexpected reaction. The moment Echo’s fingers stroked and danced along his sides, Axl’s squeals increased in pitch and his laughter increased in volume and desperation.

“EEEHEHEHEHEHE-Nohohohohahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!”

The young gunslinger began to mindlessly tug and yank at the rope binding his wrists, but it didn’t budge in the slightest degree. All he accomplished was digging the rope deeper into his gauntlets, which he was sure was scraping the steel, in a futile attempt to break free.

And yet, despite Axl’s squirming and pleas to stop, he was actually kind of liking the tickle torture. No, a lot…! He couldn’t explain why, but the adrenaline rush and how it made him laugh felt good to him.

Echo refused to admit it, but she was greatly enjoying herself. Seeing the one who had interrupted her work and bugged her the previous day squealing like a child and writhing helplessly brought incredible satisfaction to her.

“I find it ironic how you can tickle me so easily, yet you react like THIS when I do it back to you.” Echo remarked, amused at how easily she was able to reduce Axl to helpless laughter and squirming so quickly.

“Ahahahahahaha! Y-Yohohou’re enjoying thihihihis, aren’t yohohou?!” Axl questioned through his laughter, a deep red blush coloring his cheeks.

“Maybe.” Echo responded bluntly, continuing to scribble at the new-gen���s poor sides.

I kinda wish I brought a gag with me before this… Echo thought. Oh, well. His laughter is stupidly cute, at least.

The Huntress showed no sign of stopping skittering her fingers over Axl’s sides. His torso visibly twitched as he squealed, yawped and chortled like mad, an indication of just how sensitive his sides were. Even tickling around his belly button produced the same amount of laughter as tickling his sides. Echo thought it was fortunate that the other Maverick Hunters were asleep, otherwise they would have heard Axl’s loud laughter.

Echo continued to claw at the gunslinger’s sides for another couple minutes, until she decided to give him a break, pulling her hands away, leaving Axl to gasp for breath.

“You okay, Axl?” Echo asked genuinely, noticing just how exhausted Axl was.

“Unngh… Yeah, but… That was intense…” Axl groaned, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead.

“Well, I HOPE it was, because it’s only going to get MORE intense from here.” A dubious glint sparkled in Echo’s eyes.

Axl’s eyes widened, perking his head up upon hearing Echo’s words. “What?!”

As if to answer the new-gen, the blue-haired Huntress adjusted her position until her back was turned to Axl, and, without any sort of warning, began to tug at one of his boots, causing him to jump and be overcome with dread. “H-Hey! What’re you doing?!” Axl asked, frantically squirming again, but he then remembered tugging Echo’s boots off to tickle her soles the previous day, and he realized she was going to do the same to him.

Echo didn’t bother to respond, focused on trying to pry off Axl’s boots. With some effort, she pried off one boot, shortly followed by the other, promptly tossing them aside out of reach, where they landed onto the floor with a metallic clatter.

“G-Get off!” Axl whined, trying to keep the older Reploid away from his boots, but the rope binding his limbs were too constricting for him to properly fight back or push Echo off of him. All he could do was writhe uselessly as his feet were made bare, protected by nothing but his thin bodysuit. Once his boots were discarded, Axl sounded like he was about to start whimpering.

“Are you still mad about yesterday? Come on, man, I was just trying to get you to lighten up!” Axl whined, more beads of sweat falling down his forehead, his toes curling in fear.

“I know,” Echo replied bluntly. “however, you interrupted my work. So I feel it’s fair that I teach you a lesson.”

“Please!” Axl begged. “I won’t tickle you again, just let me go!”

Echo scoffed, grabbing for Axl’s big toe on his left foot, rendering it taut and pressing her fingertips to the sole, causing him to tense up and let out a squeak, though the Huntress couldn’t tell if it was from fear or ticklishness. Either way, it made her all the more eager to give the young gunslinger some sweet payback. “I know, Axl. Because I’m going to make sure you NEVER interrupt me while I’m working again.”

Axl’s irises shrank in fear. He tried to curl his toes, which proved impossible to do on his left foot due to Echo holding his big toe. He could have squirmed instead, but he knew that would get him nowhere due to the rope binding his limbs tightly to the corners of the table. He was completely bound and helpless, and he realized that the only thing he could do was to brace himself. Anticipation was nagging at his mind, and yet, while he didn’t show it, despite his current predicament, a different feeling was growing within him: excitement. Part of him was actually looking FORWARD to the next round of tickle torture. An image of the new-gen laughing and thrashing about as Echo tickled his soles briefly flitted through his mind, and the blush on Axl’s cheeks grew worse.

With a swift motion, the fingertips the blue-haired Huntress was digging into Axl’s bare sole began skittering up and down at an alarming pace. A high-pitched squeal burst from the young gunslinger, which then devolved into desperate laughter, catching Echo off-guard slightly, but she didn’t cease skittering her fingers up and down his sole.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Nohohoho! Whyhyhyhy?!” Axl cried out helplessly, trying to wiggle his tickled sole out of Echo’s grip, but alas, he was unable to do so due to his foot being held taut by the big toe. The laughter drawn from the young Hunter made it obvious that his feet were rather ticklish, and while they weren’t deathly sensitive like Echo’s, her fingers skittering along his soles still tickled badly, and Axl wasn’t being dramatic.

Echo dug the tips of her fingers into the tender synthetic flesh as deep as possible, stimulating the artificial nerves underneath. It was just as tender as any real sole with the added bonus that it was impossibly soft to the touch like a pillow. A Reploid’s body would never grow old, age or harden with calluses from overuse, which made Axl’s soles permanently soft and ticklish. In fact, his soles were just as tender as Echo’s, which surprised yet also amused the latter.

By this point, Echo realized she was still grinning. It was difficult to make herself stop, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she pulled her hand away from Axl’s left sole and let go of his big toe, allowing his foot to move freely again and giving him a break to catch his breath. The new-gen was confused at why Echo had stopped so early unlike the previous round, but at the same time, he was relieved to be able to catch his breath. However, that relief soon turned to horror when the Huntress reached her hands out to either side, and dug her fingers into both of Axl’s soles.

“W-Wait, d-don’t!” Axl pleaded, but deep down he knew Echo was not going to back down.

Echo turned to face Axl briefly. “Oh, come on, Axl, you’re not going to die or anything. Like I said, I’m only doing this to teach you a lesson. Now just stay put.” She spoke to the younger Reploid, before shifting her focus to his soles, and began scribbling her fingers up and down both feet.

Axl shrieked and melted into laughter once more, shaking his head back and forth and thrashing in his bonds. “Plehehehehahahahaha!!! Plehehehease! Eeehehehehehee!”

The poor gunslinger’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Axl wriggled his feet from side to side in an attempt to dodge Echo’s fingers, but they would always follow and continue scribbling away at the soles. She even glided her fingers from the arches down to the heels to amp up the tickling, before moving them back up to the arches, then back to the heels, and vice versa. And it was done at random intervals, making it impossible for Axl to predict when Echo would strike for his arches or heels. For the gunslinger, it was torture, but it felt SO good for the blue-haired Huntress.

Just when Axl thought the tickling couldn’t get any worse, he felt Echo’s fingers glide from his heels higher up his soles, until she reached the balls of his feet. In less than a second, her fingers started drilling into them.

Axl’s eyes bugged out, and a stream of cackling burst from him as he threw his head back. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

Echo’s eyes widened from Axl’s outburst. It seemed the balls of his feet were a weak spot. Her grin grew wider, and she decided to milk it for all it was worth. “Since when do you beg, Axl?” She asked teasingly. “I thought you were tougher than this.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT MY FEHEHEHEET! EEEHEHEHEHEHEE!” Axl pleaded between bouts of uncontrollable laughter, his cheeks a deep crimson. Part of it was from the embarrassment of having one of his most ticklish spots discovered, but it was also from the fact part of him was enjoying the torture. He was no masochist, but the rush of adrenaline was just so exhilarating and felt so good, especially the ticklish sensation.

Echo spent the next few minutes skittering her fingers along the balls of the new-gen’s feet, until something piqued her curiosity. I know his heels, arches and the balls of his feet are sensitive, but there’s one area I haven’t tested yet. The Huntress thought, before ceasing tickling the sensitive areas, resulting in Axl’s laughter dissolving into giggles, grateful for being allowed to catch his breath once more.

But his break wouldn't last long, because Echo began gliding her fingers up to Axl’s toes.

Axl’s eyes widened, and his irises shrank once more. He tried to cry out and beg for Echo not to go for his toes, but it was too late. “Wait, nononoEEEEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Echo’s fingers already began attacking the young gunslinger’s digits. A shrill, high-pitched squeal erupted from Axl, the loudest Echo had ever heard from him, which was quickly followed by a stream of hysterical cackling. The new-gen’s eyes were wide like dinner plates, and he threw his head back, his back arching as his toes were tickled.

If the balls of his feet being prodded and scribbled at was a nightmare, Axl’s toes were the complete opposite. Echo’s dexterous fingers stroked at each of the pudgy digits, which wriggled and flailed wildly in a fruitless attempt to escape her fingertips or at least quell the ticklish sensation radiating there. But alas, it did nothing to lessen the torture.

Echo was caught off-guard by Axl breaking into hysterics when she targeted his toes, but it only made her more determined to give him a taste of his own medicine and to draw out more laughter. His toes were clearly the worst and most ticklish spot on his feet, and the ticklish sensation was made even worse when the blue-haired Huntress occasionally wormed a stray finger between the digits.

“How’s it feel to be given payback for what you did to me yesterday, Axl?” Echo teased, even though she knew Axl could barely hear her over his crazed laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ECHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!” Axl cried, trying to gasp for breath in between his laughter.

“That’s not an answer!” Echo raised her voice so she could be heard over Axl’s hysteria. As she kept tickling his toes, she got the idea to squeeze each and every one of his digits on his right foot, while still skittering her fingers over the toes on his left foot, producing more squeals from the young gunslinger. She was amazed to find how incredibly tender and squishy Axl’s toes were, possibly even more so than her own. It explained why his digits were so sensitive and how he broke into hysterics immediately after Echo started tickling them.

“I’M SOHOHOHOHORYHYHYHY!” Axl shrieked. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE! L-LEHEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHOHO!”

“Oh, I will. But your punishment won’t be over until the next little while.” Echo replied casually, her words causing Axl to whine.

For the next several minutes, Echo’s fingers continued to assault Axl’s plump, wriggling toes. Sweat was falling down the new-gen’s forehead as he continued thrashing about in his bonds, the room filled with the sound of his own cackling. Part of him was in awe of how merciless Echo was with her tickling. Axl’s method of tickling someone was playful and tactical, but Echo’s on the other hand was more ruthless. He couldn’t tell if her method of tickling others was because of what happened the previous day, or if it was always like this. Tears had started to bud in the corners of his eyes by now, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was able to take the tickle torture.

The reactions produced from Axl were just too fun to stop. Echo discovered that stroking her fingers in different places resulted in different pitches of laughter. When she focused on the balls of his feet, Axl would squeal loudly, and he would squeal the LOUDEST when Echo aimed for his toes. His arches and heels were both sensitive, but the way he cackled when his poor digits and balls of his feet were tickled told the Huntress everything she wanted to know.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! JUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” Axl screeched, the tears budding in his eyes finally spilling out and rolling down his cheeks.

Echo had lost track of how long she had been tickling Axl, but upon hearing his screeching, and seeing the first signs of dawn beginning to shine through the window, she decided to finally stop, and pulled her fingers away from the young gunslinger’s feet.

Axl sagged in his bonds, completely worn out. He had since stopped struggling and instead focused on catching his breath. His lungs ached, and his feet twitched as they tingled from being tickled excessively, making him giggle under his breath. Echo turned her head to look at the younger Reploid, whose eyes were half-closed, visibly exhausted.

Echo got down from the table and back onto the floor, relieving Axl of her weight on his legs. She walked over next to where his head lay on the table. “You okay, Axl?” She asked, her tone gentle and full of genuine concern, completely different from her devious tone from before, wiping away the tears that had fallen down Axl’s cheeks. The Huntress gained great satisfaction and amusement from tickling the young gunslinger for payback, but after seeing just how exhausted he was, she felt a little guilty, and worried if she had gone too far.

It took a few moments for Axl to regain some of his strength, but when he did, he responded, turning his head to face Echo. “Yeah… Oh, man… I… I thought I was gonna die…” The new-gen ended his sentence with a quiet, lighthearted laugh.

Echo went to work untying the rope binding Axl’s wrists and ankles to the table, allowing him to finally move freely again. But he decided to take a few moments to lay down as he was still exhausted. Echo gently patted the young Hunter on the head to comfort him, especially after the tickle torture he was just put through. Any annoyance or anger she felt toward him seemed to have vanished by now. Axl purred and smiled contentedly as she patted his head, which made the Huntress smile in amusement.

As Echo patted Axl’s head, the guilt she felt of putting him through such intense tickle torture returned to her. Despite her annoyance at the new-gen interrupting her work the previous day, she had absolutely no intentions of hurting him, and just wanted to teach him a lesson. Still, Axl’s hysterical laughter and his bugged out eyes while he was being tickled (especially during the last round) made the blue-haired Huntress concerned if she went too far.

“Axl?” Echo began, a look of guilt in her eyes as she looked at Axl.

“Hm?” Axl shifted his attention to the older Reploid, curious about what she had to say.

“I… I’m sorry if I went too far. I was just annoyed with you interrupting me from my work yesterday that I wanted to teach you a lesson. But I’m worried that… me tickling you was too much for you to handle.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Echo.” Axl said, smiling reassuringly. “Sure, the tickling was pretty intense, but you didn’t hurt me or anything. In fact, I… actually kinda liked it…!”

Echo’s eyes widened at that last part. “Wait, you LIKED being tickled?”

Axl blushed, realizing what he just said, before sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, yeah…! I don’t know why, but it just… feels nice, at least to me.”

Echo stood there, stunned. She was shocked by the fact that despite how intense she had been tickling Axl, the new-gen ENJOYED it.

Now that Axl had mentioned it, although Echo didn’t want to admit it, part of her actually enjoyed being tickled by the young gunslinger the previous day as well. She realized that she shared the same enjoyment of being tickled just like Axl. Given that he had revealed his secret to the blue-haired Huntress, and it was just the two of them alone in Axl’s dorm, Echo decided to reveal HER secret as well.

“Um… Gonna be honest, Axl…” Echo started, already feeling a blush creeping up on her cheeks. “Now that you mention it, I…” Her words trailed off, hesitating to continue her sentence, before resuming. “I actually kinda… LIKED it when you tickled me yesterday…” She muttered the last part of her sentence, turning her head away from Axl.

Axl’s eyes widened with shock. “Wait, really?” He was completely caught off-guard that Echo, a Reploid who had a personality completely opposite to him, shared his interest in being tickled.

Echo hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yeah…” She mumbled, before taking a deep breath, and speaking again in normal volume. “But don’t tell anyone else about that. Please.”

“Well, if that makes you feel better, I won’t tell anyone.” Axl smiled, before he remembered something. “Oh, and, uhh, could you give me my boots back, please?”

“Oh, sure.” Echo bent down and picked up Axl’s boots that had been discarded earlier, and placed them on the table next to him. “Here.”

“Thanks!” Axl chirped, before proceeding to place his boots back on. He had to admit, it felt nice for his feet to be put back in the warmth and comfort of his own boots again, especially since they had been tickled excessively. After putting them back on, he noticed rays of light coming in through the nearby window, and he looked out to see that the sun was rising. “Oh, morning already? Jeez, Echo, how long have you been tickling me for?”

“I actually went to bed and woke up about an hour before the sun would rise before I got here.” Echo replied, smiling cleverly. “So, I’d say I’ve tickled you for… at least a full hour.”

“Oh, wow. And yesterday I tickled you for, like, a few minutes!” Axl commented.

“Heh, true. Anyway, I should probably head back to my dorm in case X or any of the others come to check up on me. Plus, I need to get ready for the day, too. You should probably do the same, Axl.”

“Yeah, I was gonna say. And my hair is a mess, too.” Axl stroked his fingers through his spiky hair for emphasis- there were tangles visible in his hair. Part of it was from tossing and turning while he was sleeping in his capsule, and from thrashing about while he was tied to the table and tickled.

Echo chuckled, giving Axl more pats on the head, who purred once more in response like a cat. “You’re funny, you know that?”

Axl giggled, before suddenly pulling Echo into a hug, giving her a noogie. “C’mere, you!”

Echo was caught off-guard, and blushed in both surprise and embarrassment. She tried pulling away initially, but in the end, she decided to let Axl show his affection. She couldn’t help but smile from how affectionate the new-gen was being with her. After a few moments, Axl decided to release the older Reploid.

Upon letting go of Echo, Axl noticed the smile on her face, and he grinned. “Oh, THERE’S that smile again!”

“Oh, shut it, you goofball.” Echo mumbled grumpily, though she was still smiling. “Anyway, I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm now. But first I need to bring the table and rope back to one of the storage units in the basement.”

“Huh? What table?” Axl asked, before looking down. “Oh! THIS table! Is this what you tied me to?”

“Yep. I was originally considering tying you to your capsule, but that would’ve been too hard to do, so I resorted to using a foldable table instead. Now, uhh, could you climb down from it, please?”

“Oh, sure thing, Echo!” Axl spoke, getting down from the table and letting Echo fold it up and hoist it up in her arms, and carry the rope around her shoulders. “You need help carrying that table? ‘Cause it looks pretty heavy.”

“I can manage carrying it myself, thanks.” Echo responded, some strain in her voice, but she nonetheless made her way to the door, opening it to leave and carry the table and rope back to the basement. Before the Huntress could leave, though, she stopped at the doorway, and looked back at Axl, propping the table against the wall. “Oh, Axl?”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Um…” Echo paused, trying to think of what to say before she continued. “Thanks for trying to help me cheer up yesterday. I know it might sound like I’m lying because of how annoyed I was with you, but… I’m genuinely glad that you care about me and tried to help me smile more.” She managed a small smile. Not a forced one, but a genuine one.

Axl was surprised, yet flattered by the blue-haired Huntress’s response, and the blush returned to his cheeks. Despite this, he grinned gladly. “Aww, no need to thank me, Echo. And, I know this might sound weird, but… does that mean you won’t mind if I ever tickle you again?”

Echo was perplexed by the young gunslinger’s question. She thought about it for a moment, wondering if it would be alright to let Axl tickle her again, before answering. “Hm… Maybe. I suppose I can let you tickle me again, but on one condition. Don’t do it while I’m working. Got it?”

Axl nodded eagerly. “Sounds good to me! Oh, and, you aren’t gonna tie me up again while I sleep later tonight, will you?”

“No, not this time.” Echo replied. “Unless you WANT to be tickled again.” Axl snorted and laughed sheepishly in response.

“Well, I’m gonna take the table and rope back to the basement and head back to my dorm now. So, I’ll see you later, Axl.” Echo spoke, smirking affectionately, picking the table back up.

“See ya, Echo!” Axl waved goodbye to Echo as she walked out the door, which closed behind her, leaving the gunslinger alone once more to get ready for the day.

As Echo was walking to the basement, carrying the table and rope, she found herself wondering what would be in store the next time she and Axl would tickle each other. Would they use just their fingers next time, or maybe, just maybe, tools of sorts could be involved? The very thought alone made the Huntress blush, but perhaps using tools COULD make things more interesting instead of just using fingers, especially given that Echo had managed to turn Axl into putty in her hands so easily when tickling him not too long ago. She could use countless tools to draw out laughter from the young gunslinger for as long as she wanted (provided she doesn’t go too far so he doesn’t pass out), and Axl could do the same to her. Both Reploids would get enjoyment out of it, as they shared an interest in being tickled, so it would be a win-win situation for the both of them.

But for now, only time will tell. Echo can only wait to see what Axl will do the next time he tickles her, not that she would mind (so long as he doesn’t interrupt her work doing so). After all, they were both good friends, and they would do anything to make each other happy, no matter what.

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Reploids having some fun

By Witch Anon

Summary: Axl drags X into making the stoic bot called Zero to laugh and have fun.

Warnings: This is a tickling fanfic, nothing sexual, tickle and fluff, if you don't like, don't read.

It was a fine day in the Maverick Hunter Head Quarters (MHHQ), patrols were deployed like always on the lookout for mavericks or to assist humans in different tasks, training sessions were taking place in the several training rooms, lots and lots of paperwork, it was a normal day. Even though for anyone would be a boring day, for the reploids was good enough, normal days like these were signal that no mavericks were causing trouble or anything more serious or dangerous was going on, days like these were just peaceful.

In the training room things were active as usual, several junior hunters were in target practice, others in close combat, each team following the instructions of their superiors. Certain blue bot named X was doing just that, supervising his team while they were shooting targets with their busters.

"Alright team, cease fire!" orders X, the team instantly obeyed and looked at their superior "You're doing just great, we can take a 10-minute break"

The reploids answered with a loud "Yes sir!", glad to have a little break to recharge and talk among themselves. X exchanged a few words with them, answering a couple of questions and suggesting one to re-calibrate their buster. But something caught his eye.

Axl, the junior hunter was there, he was supposed to be in the next training room with his team, what was he doing there? He looked like was concentrated looking at something in the room, while drinking water from a bottle. X walked over, noticing how Axl was so concentrated in whatever he was looking that he didn't even notice the elder hunter approaching. The blue hunter just chuckled, shaking his head softly as he approached.

"If you keep concentrating like that you're going to overheat" he warned once he was really close.

The young reploid gave a shriek and a little jump, clearly not expecting anyone.

"Holy motherboard, X! why don't you wear a bell or something?" said Axl mildly annoyed, with a hand over his chest plate like if he was having a heart attack, making X chuckle a bit more.

"Care to explain why are you here and not in training?" said X, crossing his arms.

"They gave us a 15 minute break" answered Axl "And I wanted to see how you guys were doing over here"

"Yeah well, you sure were concentrated over here, what were you watching?"

"Hm? oh! I was looking at Zero" Axl points to the other end of the room.

X looks over were Axl is pointing, and sure enough, there was Zero, the crimson hunter, moving his Z Saber with expertise, teaching his own team the movements, the young reploids using simple metal bars to train, not being mature enough to own their sabers yet.

"Oh yeah" said X after a minute of watching "He asked me if it was okay if we shared the room today… but I doubt that's the only reason you were looking at him so intensely, what, are you planning on joining his team or something? you know he is pretty strict"

"Do I look like a kamikaze bot? of course not, besides, you know my only weapon of choice are these beauties~" he smirks, pulling out his twin pistols, making them spin and putting them away like if he was a cowboy "Nah, I was looking at him because… well… "

"Yes?"

"Well… be honest with me X, have you ever seen Zero happy? he is always too serious, too strict, scary even when he is angry… have you ever seen him you know, laugh or something?" asked the young reploid, looking over to the blue hunter.

X blinked, looking at Axl, actually having a bit of trouble to remember if he ever saw Zero actually laughing or easy going.

"I…. don't really remember, i mean, he has his moments like any other bot here of course" said X, not really sure.

"But moments were he wasn’t teasing others or being polite laughing at Lifesaver's bad jokes" said Axl.

"… alright you have a point there" said X with a sigh "but what about it?"

"Well that can't be good, maybe he just needs a little push? you know, have fun? like laughing for real" explained the young reploid.

"Well… ok, but how do you plan to do that" asked X.

Axl actually smirked, in a way that told X that whatever he was thinking was a bad idea and he should run.

"I might have a good idea, we can just…" and he gets closer to X to whisper to his ear.

X listened for a second and then looked at the young reploid with a surprised face, he couldn't be serious.

"Ok I’ve heard several bad ideas from you with this takes the energy tank" said X.

"Aww come on X! it could work!"

"Axl you're only going to manage to make him angry at us for daring to do that stunt on him"

"You don't know that! I’m sure it's a great idea and it could work!"

"And why are you so sure? Remember that he is not a reploid like you Axl, what if he is built a different way?"

"I already thought on that! and the answer is simple hehehe, you're not a reploid either, and it works with you, am i right?"

X was going to reply but he couldn't, he had nothing to counter, the junior reploid was right. He let out a sigh and placed a hand over his face.

"Soooooo are you going to help me? pweeeeease?" asked Axl, doing the puppy eyes thing, and it melted the elder bot.

"…. I am going to regret this" groaned X "Alright alright I’ll help you"

"AWESOME!" Axl threw a fist on the air.

"When are you planning to do it? i hope you don't say right now, in front of everyone he is going to murder us" warned the blue bot.

"Of course not, we can do it tonight, if I’m not mistaken, he often comes to the training rooms past midnight while everyone else is sleeping so he can train alone and without distractions, we can do it then" explained the young reploid, already a bit giddy for what was coming.

"Alright, tonight past midnight, got it" sighed the elder bot, already regretting his life decisions "Now go back to training, the break i gave is almost over"

"Right right" Axl waved a hand, walking to the exit "See ya tonight partner" he smirked, going out.

X just stood there, looking at the door the young reploid went through, wondering if he was going to get out alive that night.

As the day went by, training sessions came and went, reports were made, patrols were deployed and arrived without mayor incident, until as the moon was rising, the day reploids were retiring to their rooms to rest for the night, and the MHHQ was slowly getting void of movement, only the night guards reploids who were on alert in case of any emergency, but they were a few, asides from that, the place was in sleep mode.

However, back in the training room area, inside one of the rooms could be heard some intense battle, it was none other than Zero, the sword wielding reploid, who was fighting holographic enemies, swinging his beam sword with such skill, not missing any targets, counterattacking when was right and overall just destroying his targets. The simulation comes to an end, Zero sighed and went to check his score.

“Tsk, 98% accuracy… I can do better than that” he said more to himself, putting his Z saber away.

“Again training late Zero?”

The crimson hunter turned to see X and Axl who just entered the room, the sliding door closing behind them.

“Heh, you know me, is never too much training for me” said Zero, turning off the program and fully turning to see them “But what are you two doing here? I thought you both were sleeping by now”

“Well uhhh” X started saying, not really knowing what excuse to tell, he then felt Axl giving him a little hit with his elbow “I-I needed to fill some more reports, and I got too caught up into them hehe”

“And I didn’t want to go to sleep yet” smiled Axl “I was walking in the hallways when I saw X and just went along with him, we just happen to walk by and heard you”

Zero raised an eyebrow, not entirely believing them but, he just nodded.

“So how much was your score?” asked Axl casually.

“Well… 98%, I still have to work on it” sighed Zero, closing his eyes.

“HA, I bet I can beat that~” replied the young hunter, very smug.

Zero actually gave him an incredulous look “Yeah right, Axl do I have to remind you your previous score? It was 70%”

Axl pouted “That was forever ago”

“It was last week” said X, smirking at the kid.

“ACK! X! what side are you?” cried Axl.

Both elder bots chuckled.

“Look Axl, no offense but nor you or X could get more than a 50% on this training session, it’s aimed only to close combat hunters, and everyone knows shooting type hunters can’t do well in close combat” Zero said in a matter-of-fact voice, shrugging.

“Oh wait excuse me Zero? You know I can do well” X said, like taking offense but it was obvious he was just pretending and more in a playful manner.

“Yeah but no better than me” smirked Zero.

“Ok old man, you’re asking for it!” said Axl, smirking “I bet me and X can take you down without buster or guns”

“HAH! And how are you planning to do that?” asked Zero, not taking it seriously.

Axl exchanged a knowing look with X, he gulped, knowing it was time.

“Weeeeeeell now that you ask” started Axl but suddenly he cried out “NOW X”

Everything went too fast, and the fact that the crimson hunter didn't expect it played in the favor of the other two bots. When he was able to comprehend what just happened, he was laying on the training room's floor, face up, without being able to lower his hands and his head resting on something soft, X used the abilities in close combat the red hunter taught him to catch him, he was on the floor too, with his arms hugging Zero's right arm and with his legs hugging his left arm in a lock, Zero was resting his head on the blue bot's stomach. Axl was sitting on his legs, smirking at the red hunter, it worked! Zero was helpless.

"Sooooo you were saying that reploids build for shooting can't perform well in close combat?" taunted the young reploid.

Zero groaned a bit, trying to get free, but X's hold was solid, he wasn’t going to get away so easily "Alright alright, you guys win, now let me up!"

"Nuh uh!" giggled Axl, catching Zero's attention "You see, now that we're here, there's something i wanted to test about you"

"Huh? what is it? and is necessary to hold me here?" asked the red bot, annoyed.

"We don't know, depends on how much you squirm after i do this" giggled Axl, reaching with his hand forward.

Before Zero could ask Axl what did he meant, he felt something that made him go frozen, Axel was oh so slowly dragging a finger in circles around the red hunter's stomach. Zero twitched a bit, a very silent snicker escaping his throat, that he tried to silence, but too bad, it didn't go unnoticed by the other two bots.

Axl smiled wide "Ohhhhh what's this?? Zero are you ticklish by any chance?" he asked in amusement.

Zero then realized what was going on and tried his best to control himself and not laugh, but damn! more of those blasted snickers escaped when he felt the young reploid poking all around his stomach, he squirmed a bit against X's hold, but to no avail, said bot in question couldn't believe it, his best friend was ticklish! he was just holding back.

"Come ooooon~ we know you want to lauuuuugh~ just let it out!" said Axl in an almost sing-a-song voice.

He was poking all around the older bot's stomach, smirking as he watched him twitch, jump and squirm in his place. Zero let out a few more snickers, he bit his lip and tried to hold his breath to not make any more sounds, but it was obvious he was close to break.

"Pffft! D-don't!" the red hunter managed to say in his effort to not laugh, of course he was ticklish! it was just nobody ever dared to do it at all, and he was too proud to show it, but his pride was going to a drain right now, his lips were starting to curl into an involuntary grin.

"There's no use in hiding it anymore Zero! just laugh, you know you wanna" giggled the young reploid "You need it anyways, you're always so serious, just have fun for once in a while!"

Zero was going to say something in reply, but at that moment, Axl decided to take him by surprise and started scribbling all ten fingers on his sides and his lower ribs that weren't covered by his chest plate. It was all that was needed, that overloaded Zero's senses for a split second and he exploded in loud belly laughter, surprising both bots there with him.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!!" shrieked Zero, squirming in his place and trying hard to get free.

"HAH! i told you X! he is ticklish!" Axl said triumphantly at the blue bot, who couldn't help to be amused by the sight of his best friend just laughing that loud.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAT THERE!" Zero mentally thanked that no one else was there to see him in that predicament, such sigh would be embarrassing to explain “AXL!! P-PLEASE! I-IT TICKLES TOO MUHUHUHUHUHUHUCH!!”

"Ohhh i found a good spot huh?" Axl taunted, focusing on scribbling over Zero's lower ribs, it seemed like that was his weak spot since he squirmed and laughed like crazy, kicking at the air behind the young reploid "OH yeeees is a fun spot hereeee~!" he taunted in a fake evil voice.

X couldn't help to giggle a little, Zero's laughter was as rare as contagious "Now Axl play nice, don't be mean with him" warned the blue bot.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH, STOP!! I-IT TICKLES SO MUCH!!” Zero howled, thrashing around in X grip, he shook his head from side to side and squirmed as hard as he could to try to buck off Axl, without success "Y-YOU TWO ARE SO DEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAD!"

"Ohhhh how scary! Nah, you know you're not easily taken seriously when you're laughing like that" Axl stuck out his tongue at the elder hunter, who in growing desperation started to stomp his feet behind the younger one "But look at the bright side! you're having fun! can't deny it, now admit it!"

"N-NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVER!" crackled Zero, still howling with laughter.

Axl let out a playful growl "Oh yeah? we will see now" he stopped the tickling.

Zero laid there, panting softly and giggling, still feeling the tingling sensation over his midsection, too busy recovering to notice what Axl was doing. Said reploid turned around, taking advantage of Zero catching his breath, sat on his legs with his back turned to him, with one arm holding the top of Zero's feet to prevent them from moving too much, Axl smirked as he held his free hand and wiggled his fingers so Zero could watch him.

Zero gasped "N-no no no no don't you dare!" he panicked, knowing full well what was going to happen.

Axl giggled "Yes i dare! unless you admit you're having fun!"

Zero growled at him "NEVER!"

Axl shrugged "Your funeral then"

The young reploid didn't wanted any more time and started scribbling his fingers all over the elder reploid's foot, and the result was priceless.

"AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEAHAHAHAHA!" it sounded like a shriek and a cackle, which surprised Axl and X, but continued attacking "NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!" Zero howled, his squirming so bad that it was starting to slip X's grip, but he couldn't help it as Axl attacked his death spot.

Even covered in armor, his feet were quite sensitive, normally his systems (and all reploids') had sensors that turned off the sensitivity when stepping on something dangerous, like lava, ice, broken glass, etc, but since Zero wasn’t in real danger, he could feel everything, each cursed digits of Axl's scribbling and scratching all over his feet, starting to drive him crazy, but he would die first before admitting defeat.

"Admit it Zeroooo~!" taunted Axl, focusing on a particularly sensitive spot over the soles, making Zero squeal "Admit you're having fun, we can do this all night!"

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAXL!!” Zero screamed, throwing his head back with crackles “I-I CAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Axl shook his head no, smirking "Coochie, coochie, coo~!" he teased, as Zero continued to squirm and scream with laughter "Say it!"

Zero was about to hit his breaking point, he couldn't give up! his pride was too big.

He then did the unthinkable.

He took all the strength that was left on him to make a sudden movement, jerking his right arm out of X grip, who was weakened by Zero's constant struggles, managing to set his arm free, and before the blue hunter could even process what was happening, Zero turned as much as he could, taking a deep breath and blowing the biggest raspberry right in the center of the bot's belly.

“EEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!" X let out an unholy squeal followed by a high-pitched laughter, letting go of Zero right that instant, setting him free.

Axl stopped and turned to see what was going on, but the red hunter was fast, and at the same time Axl realized what was happening, he was grabbed and tossed gently right along X, who was still giggling and clutching his belly. Both bots were trapped by a very angry crimson hunter, who held them down with both hands. X and Axl gulped, knowing by Zero's evil smirk that they were pretty much dead.

"W-wait Zero, i-it was a joke! a light hearted joke!" said Axl very nervous and trying to squirm away, but Zero help down tightly.

"C-come on Zero it w-was all in good fun you know?" tried to say X, nervous as well.

"Ohhh it was so funny for you two huh?" Zero said with a predatory glint, smirking at the two "Sooo much funny huh?" he cracked his knuckles, making the other two shiver "But you know, it's selfish of me to be the only one laughing, so let's fix that"

"N-now now, there's no need foHOHOHOHOHO NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" X let out a crackle when he felt Zero's hand starting to scribble all over his belly.

Axl didn't had time to even say anything either as the other hand of the red hunter attacked him in the same way, now both bots laughing hard and squirming like fishes out of the water, Zero just chuckled evilly, sitting on them to not let them escape and keeping up the attack, scribbling, squeezing and poking all over, keeping the two in stitches.

"Z-ZERO WE'RE SOHOHOHOHORRYYYYYY!" screamed Axl between fits of laughter, feeling zero wiggle his fingers over his lower ribs "NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

"Better save your breaths" Zero chuckled "You're going to need it"

For at least 20 minutes the sounds of hysterical laughter boomed in the training room, squeals and child-like giggling, pleads and cries for mercy, until after a long while, it stopped.

X and Axl were reduced to a giggling pile on the floor of the training room, Zero was sitting on the floor, dusting his hands.

"Now let's hope you kids learned your lesson" said Zero, smirking and crossing his arms, looking at the two.

"N-never pulling that stunt on you again" giggled X, slowly recovering his breath.

"E-ever again" giggled Axl, in the same state as X.

"You know" Zero offered a hand over to X, who took it to start to sit "I believe Axl would dare to do such thing, but you X? this is new"

X, slowly sitting with the help of Zero "Yeah well, Axl was right in one thing tho, you always seem so serious and angry, i guess i just wanted to see you happy?" X rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly.

"I appreciate the thought and the concern, but there are better ways" sighed Zero… and then smirked, pulling X in a headlock and giving him a noogie "AND next time you try to do that again, i won't be as merciful!" he smirked.

Axl smiled seeing the blue reploid laugh and squirm on Zero's grip "Oh come on! Zero you have to admit, it was fun! i know you at least had a bit of fun"

Zero stopped and released a giggling X, crossing his arms "…" he groans "fineee fine fine ok!… it was childish… but it was fun" he stated "There, you happy?"

Axl threw his fist up in victory with a loud “YEAH”, so fast that he lost balance a couple of seconds later and fell sitting between the X and Zero, making the two elder bots chuckle a bit. Axl could be reckless and crazy sometimes but he was a good kid, and both bots knew it.

“One of these days those crazy ideas of yours will get us in trouble Axl” smirked X as he put his hand over Axl helmet as if he was ruffling his hair.

#sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #sfw tickling #Megaman x tickles #switch!zero #lee!x #switch!axl #fluff #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic #fluffy tickles #tickle talk #tickle teasing #maskpost

[tickling-giggles]

Tickletober day 1

Interrogation tickletober

A/n: here ya go @veryblushyswitch idk what happened to it but the other one is still there I’m sorry. If this isn’t related to your ask. All I remember was the big 4 in HxH.

Summary: Killua goes around taking his friends stuff only to hang out and get there attention.

The past few weeks Kurapika, Leorio, and Gon’s stuff has been disappearing, going missing and they have a feeling they know who’s behind all of this.

All week the famous sentence has been “hey have you guys seen my” or “do you guys know what happened to … I can’t find it.”

Today they decided that it stops they’ve notice that Killua has been acting distant and sneaky.

“Guys I think we should to Killua about our missing stuff and his strange behavior” Kurapika informs as he closes his book. “We couldn’t agree more” Leorio and Gon say at the same time.

They all got up and walk to Killua’s room. “Killua” kurapika called as he knocked on his door. “Yo Killua it’s us your friends” Leorio said. “Screw it” Gon calls as he walks into Killua’s room as they walked in they saw everything that was there’s huddled around Killua on his bed.

They all had wide eyes staring at Killua so shocked and confused. “Killua why is all of our stuff in here?” Gon asks. “Hm? Oh wow how did all your guy’s stuff get in here that’s crazy” Killua acts dumb.

“Is there something you want to talk to us about? you know you can talk to us “ Leorio offers

“N-no now go away I’m trying to sleep” Killua poorly lied they just stood there staring at eachother with a “something’s up” look.

“That’s not and option Killua” Gon smiles innocently. As the white haired boy realizes that they’re circled around him and he suddenly feels unsafe.

“Wha-what’re you guys doing” Killua stuttered. “Oh nothing NOW” Gon signaled as Leorio had his wrists in one hand and kurapika on his legs.

“G-guys this isn’t funny lemme go right now” killua smiled nervously. “We will once you tell us what’s wrong” kurapika explained. “Tell us” Leorio softly demands poking his side.

“NGh- d-dohont do that” Killua giggled “do what?” Gon asks before drilling his thumbs into his lower abdomen.

“Stahahahahp knock ihihi oahahfff” Killua bursts out into laughter. “We will as soon as you tell us why you’ve been acting strange” kurapika explains once more.

“If not we’re gonna have to take this to drastic measures” Leorio playfully threatened.

“Ahahahaha stahahahp it ahahah”

“We won’t keep repeating ourselves”Gon stated. “As lohohong as i kehehehp ahahsking then you whiILLL AHAHahah don’t.

“Real snarky for someone who’s in a position” Leorio commented before scratching his underarms.

“AHAHAhahasshole doOHont”.

Tell us this you last chance” Gon warned. “Yeah you might wanna play it safe and tell us” Kurapika advise “Or we can tickle the snot outta you your choice”.

“I’m ahahint telling you shihiIHIT NOAHAHAHA” Killua says before getting destroyed

“We tried to warn you now suffer!” Gon chuckles evilly. 3 minutes went by of the ruthless tickling before he decided to call quits.

“GAHAHAHAH FIHIHNE ITS BECAHAHAHUSE I WAHAHANTED YOUR AHAHAHTTENTION AHAHAH”

“Aww you wanted our attention” kurapika cooed

“Aww we’re sorry for not giving our baby Killua no attention” Leorio teased.

“Awww the little baby has our attention now yes he does oh yes he does” Gon baby talked.

“ohoho shudahap”

#anime tickling #tickle fic #lee!killua #ler!gon #ler!kurapika #ler!leorio #hxh tickle tic #hunter x hunter tickle fanfic #hxh #tickle drabble #tickle prompts #tickletoberchallenge #tickletober2021 #tickletober

[reidamancy]

written in the stars || spencer reid

summary: You haven’t truly stargazed until you’ve snuggled with Dr. Spencer Reid under the midnight sky, with him teaching you everything he knows about the stars (spencer reid x gn bau!reader)

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i wasn’t kidding when i said i’m using my classes as fanfic research... my final paper was about the constellations and all i could think about while writing it was this fic playing out lmao. besides, who doesn’t love a little cliche stargazing fic <3

also! this is the extended version of this blurb before i decided to make this entirely fluff :)

MASTERLIST

After an especially hard case, Rossi had invited the team over to wind down. You felt the tension slowly leave the team as you ate his signature pasta and watched as your teammates drank their weight in wine. It wasn’t long before everyone had crashed from both the wine and the exhaustion.

You woke up in the middle of the night, mouth dry and in desperate need of water. As you stumbled your way into Rossi’s kitchen in the dark, your steps seemed to echo throughout his mansion. Soft snores from the rest of your team came from the various guest bedrooms as you felt you way through the darkness until you found the kitchen.

As you filled a glass up with water, you looked outside and noticed a figure sitting on the yard. You smiled to yourself; you’d recognize his silhouette anywhere. Bringing your glass with you, you quietly opened the door to join your boyfriend outside.

“Hey you,” you greeted, voice hoarse, as you neared him.

He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He turned, startled, but smiled once he saw you. “Hey,” he returned.

You took a seat next to him on the grass, hugging your knees over your chest, water still in hand. You rested your cheek on top of your knees as you gazed at him. “Can’t sleep?” You asked.

He shook his head. “It’s hard to sleep without you.” He shyly admitted.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. “Aww,” you cooed. You leaned to give him a peck on the cheek, but before you could pull away he brought the blanket around both of you and pulled you in closer. You took the blanket from his hands and held it against your shoulder, using the other arm to pull him in close.

You smiled as he snuggled into you, his fluffy hair tickling your neck as the warmth of the blanket engulfed both of you. With your hand on one end of the blanket, and his on the other, you both snuggled into each other and held the fabric tightly against your bodies. After a few minutes of enjoying each other’s presence, you then reached out for your glass and offered him a sip of your water, which he gladly accepted.

“Thank you,” he mumbled before handing you back the glass.

You kissed his forehead in response. After taking a quick sip of the water yourself, you placed the glass back on the ground.

“How long have you been out here?” you asked.

“Not long. I just needed to clear my head.”

You nodded in response and started rubbing his back. You wondered if it was the case that made him come out here, but decided it was best not to bring it up. Instead, you comforted him silently, leaning into him and embracing him as closely as you could. He let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and basking in your scent. It was calming. You were calming.

Holding him close, your hand found its way into his hair as you began to massage his scalp. You felt Spencer’s smile against your shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the serene night, quietly observing the halcyon woods in front of you.

You felt Spencer’s gaze shift upwards, and you followed his eyes to the sky. It was a clear night, and the bright stars twinkled against the night sky. Clusters of stars glittered across the sky and you marveled at the beauty. Spencer did the same, and the two of you admired the sight in silence, each in your own worlds.

“Do you ever think about them? The stars?” He asked.

“No,” you admitted. You brought your gaze back to him and stared at him as you said, “Tell me about them.”

A small smile spread on his face as his eyes remained locked on the stars. He sat up to point out a constellation, and you adjusted, placing your hands behind you and leaning back to look at the sky. 

“There’s the Orion,” Spencer stated. You followed his finger to a cluster of bright stars. You watched them twinkle as he explained, “In the Greek myth, he’s a hunter who becomes so successful he declared that he would hunt all the animals on Earth.” Spencer leaned closer to you in order to point out, “See? There’s his sword.” You followed his finger. “And belt. And shield.”

“Hm. I don’t see it.” You replied.

Spencer looked back at you with a smile. “Then what do you see, my love?”

You stared at the constellation once more, trying to interpret the stars as something more than dots in the sky. “Um, I don’t know. I just see a bunch of stars, Spence.”

Spencer laughed. “So you can see the slightest change in behavior during interrogations but not a man in the sky?”

“Hey!” You lightly shoved him. “That’s different,” You laughed.

“You know, in other cultures the Orion represented different things. In South America, it was a wife cheating on her husband. In North America, it was seen as a hand.” He paused to look at it more. “And in Australia, it was a canoe.”

You stared at the constellation as he talked, imagining the things he was describing. “That’s so cool how different cultures saw different things when looking at the same stars.” You commented.

“Isn’t it?” Spencer looked at you excitedly, happy you found it as fascinating as he did.

“Tell me about that one,” you pointed.

“That’s actually a planet. It’s Venus, the brightest planet because it’s the closest.”

“And that one?”

…

Somehow throughout the night you had changed positions and Spencer was now laying in between your legs with his back against your chest. His arms were hooked under your thighs as he softly ran his large palms up and down your leg. Your fingers found their war back into Spencer’s hair and played with his curls.

“Doesn’t it all just make you feel so small?” He asked.

You crossed your arms over his neck to hug his head as you placed a kiss at the top of his head. Resting your chin on top of his head and pulling him close, you breathed in his scent as you responded, “It really does.”

Before long, the sun began to rise and started to illuminate the sky.

“It’s morning,” Spencer said. “We should head back inside before the team wakes up.”

You sighed against him as you held him tighter. You heard the clanking of glasses from the kitchen and turned around to see Rossi, Morgan, and Prentiss staring at you and Spencer behind the window. You softly giggled and rested your chin on top of Spencer’s head.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

You kissed his head again. “I think they already have,” you whispered into his locks.

He quickly turned around and this time the three agents waved. You laughed into his hair as Spencer immediately turned back around, clearly embarrassed.

You felt the heat radiating off his cheeks on your arms and you giggled, only holding him tighter.

“Can we stay out here a little longer, please?” He asked, voice soft. 

“Of course.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #cm #bau #dr spencer reid #reader insert #dr reid #myfics #hiding this in the tags: #this actually had sm constellation facts but i deleted it all bc it was rlly boring #i kid you not i wrote this right after writing my final #(in the fall) #so i was DUMPING facts yall #lmao

[gothhisoka]

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 (𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

Title: Worship

Pairing: Chrollo x Femreader

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, 18+, explicit content

Word Count: 3116 (I promise it is worth it. Oh god is it worth it)

Note: This is from my cross-published fanfic called Hunter University! It is available if you click here on Wattpad and AO3. My fanfic is x OC, but I upload x Reader versions of some chapters here on Tumblr. In short, it is a dark academia college AU with Chrollo as the main love interest.

Background: You are an artist in college and Chrollo is your fellow classmate. You just returned from a night out at a ball, drunk. Chrollo appeared at the door to your dorm room as he promised he would after you danced with one another at the ball.

Chrollo was surprised you looked so intact. He was sure you would come waddling to the door in pajamas as you did the last time he visited your room. Although it had been an hour since the ball ended, your makeup hadn't smudged a bit. Sure, it was faded, and your hair was significantly messier, but overall you looked as remarkable as you did at the start of the ball.

Your tired eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him. He was just as unimpaired as you were. Though now he was missing his suit jacket. His hair had become slightly disheveled, losing its styled waves. He still had on those signature silver rings and little cross earrings.

You attempt to soak in his sight with your intoxicated brain. He looked even more captivating in this particular state.

“Hi…” was all you could utter.

“Can I come in?”

You realized he was waiting for your permission. He didn’t need it.

You stepped aside to let him in and shut the door. Your room was the same as the last time he saw it, with your drawings hung on the walls and lights strung above the desk. Their small bulbs reflected against the night-stained window.

Upon shutting the door, the tension noticeably rose. It was dark in the small space and you were alone. Chrollo took his black dress shoes off near the door, placing them neatly side by side.

So he plans on staying. You tried to hide a smile. The hour of his visit was surely suspicious. There could be only one thing on his mind.

"So what're you doing here?" you spoke nonchalantly, acting like you didn't just fantasize about what could happen in the next few minutes.

Chrollo opened and shut his mouth, his response escaping him. He turned back to you and used his eyes to convey a craving far deeper than any words could admit.

"I said I would come to find you, didn't I?" He said lowly.

He had begun to walk around the room, absentmindedly stopping at a piece of art from time to time. You were too tired to care. The collection included nature scenes, portraits of people he didn't recognize, anatomy studies, and...

He paused, noticing a drawing on the wall behind the place where the door would otherwise be covering.

It was a full-body anatomy study of yourself. To be specific, it would fit further in the category of a glorified nude. It was on a miniature piece of parchment sketched in charcoal. It was obviously you: the woman had your (hair color) hair and distinct mouth and nose. The paper was hardly noticeable amongst the scatter of papers. You wouldn't see it unless you had a careful eye such as that of Chrollo.

You hardly noticed when he reached the particular spot on your wall. Your tiredness had waned significantly with Chrollo's entrance, but it still fogged your mind.

Additionally, you had long forgotten about your secret behind-the-door location for your drawings that were not meant to be seen by a single soul.

Chrollo attempted to hide a mysterious smile. He turned to you, “You draw wonderfully.”

“Thanks?” you reply, with more question in your tone than you hoped to show.

The heat in the room shot through the roof. You were sure if you checked the temperature it would be well above its normal chilly state. Perhaps it was the heat in your cheeks that was causing such a change.

“So…” he began.

“So,” you replied, trying to avoid eye contact. Please, just let it happen already.

You thought you had a good idea of why he had come to your room at one o'clock in the morning after a night of drinking and questionably close dancing. You couldn't be certain, though, because that was just how he was: unpredictable and exceedingly complicated.

You didn’t think him so complicated as to not be able to admit why he was at your room, though.

You waited as he thought about what to say next. This is taking too damn long.

Luckily, you prepared an excuse. You never failed to come ready for something you could expect. And this, the direction in which your encounter is headed, is inevitable. You had been rehearsing the line in your head for the duration of their conversation like reviewing terms for a test.

This was the only way to test if your assumptions are correct.

Blame it on the champagne if I am wrong. But I really hope I'm right.

You look directly at him. Time to be daring.

You took a breath and did your best to look directly at him, "Well, I actually do need some help. You see, this dress is quite difficult to take off by myself..."

Walking towards him, you place a hand at the hem of your dress. Your delicate fingers wrap around its lacy fabric.

Chrollo looked amused. He sizes you up, looking from your hand holding the hem of your dress to your unfazed expression. Unfazed, yet your cheeks were slowly turning a shade of scarlet. Nice try, Chrollo thought.

He gestured, "Turn around."

You obeyed. You desired something far more than the unzipping of your dress, but you were not presumptuous enough to say it. The expression on Chrollo's face told you that he was hoping for the same thing. He hid many emotions well, but being turned on wasn't one of them.

Chrollo brushed your hair away from the zipper, delicately placing it over your shoulder. His fingers purposefully grazed your back as he did this, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His hands moved to the zipper, carefully pulling it down. It went past the clasp of your bra to your lower back. There was complete silence. Both of you were still. Are we still hesitating?

Chrollo was the first to move. He pulled you close to him so that your back was touching him. His left arm wrapped across your chest possessively, holding you in a tight embrace. With his other hand, he brushed your hair back from your ear. He smelt of sweet alcohol. Clearly, he was slightly drunk as well, for the next words he said couldn't be uttered by a sober man.

His whispered breath tickled your neck, husky with the threat of sleep, "I want you so bad right now."

You tensed with a sudden surge of desire. Your impression had been right. He let his strong arm remain around you, patiently waiting for a response.

You choked out your reply, "The feelings' mutual."

Under his touch, your streak of audacity from earlier dissolved into compliance. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to submit to his words.

With complete control, Chrollo took your shoulder and turned you around. Your dress was now loose on your shoulders. He placed his hands around your hips firmly. He looked at you under his thick eyelashes and slowly leaned in. The pressure was growing to an unbearable level, but he still wouldn't go all the way.

Then his lips crashed against yours with the force of weeks of pent-up desire. This kiss didn't speak of courtesy, of patience. This was raw passion. It was furious and messy. you preferred this to sensitive steps around the intensity they both craved.

"You must still be drunk," you said playfully as you both pulled away to catch your breath. You held your hand to Chrollo's chest. His heart was beating surprisingly fast.

"If I'm drunk, then what are you?" Chrollo said with a lazy smirk.

"I'm drunk as well."

Chrollo threaded his hands through your hair, pulling the long strands through his fingers. He pulled you in close again with his hand at the back of your head.

You opened your mouth to allow for Chrollo's tongue to slip in. He lessened the intensity and slowly moved his tongue against your own tongue and lips. You couldn't help but let out soft moans that made Chrollo weak at the knees.

He pushed you against the wall to deepen your kiss. Drawings fluttered down, becoming detached with the sudden movement. Including that drawing.

Chrollo pulled away, much to your shock. You were left panting with reddened cheeks. Please don't let this end now.

He displayed a shit-eating grin. Even with his ego, in the current moment, his expression made you melt. His face was inches from yours, looking down into your (eye color) eyes.

He shifted his gaze down to the floor and said, "Nice drawing you have there."

You finally noticed what he had been so smug about. Shit. Your face flushed ten different shades of scarlet.

Chrollo leaned in as he did before and murmured in your ear, "I wish I could see the real thing."

You failed to not show your excitement. The way your eyes lit up exposed you. "I can arrange that."

At that, Chrollo leaned in again, this time moving to your neck. His lips fluttered down your throat to your collarbone. You leaned your head back and tried to control your uneven breath.

His lips reached the edge of the neckline on your dress. He raised his eyes to meet yours, asking for permission to go further.

You let out a breathy, "Yes. Please."

What you wanted to say was, Please, take me now.

It could be too soon for him. But based on how this was going, you expected it was leading to something more. Whatever that was, you wished you could know right now. The growing tension between your thighs began to ache.

Chrollo slipped his hand across your skin to the hemline of your dress, moving it completely off of your shoulder and down your arms. Your black see-through bra was now in full view. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure.

At least I went with my fancy bra. You suddenly grew very shy. The last time you went even this far was years ago.

He evidently liked the lingerie for his hands immediately traveled to your breast to caress it as he continued to kiss you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck. Your heart fluttered at his words.

Chrollo then moved his lips progressively further down as he slipped your dress off of your body. Soon your underwear came into view, then your feet. He helped your step out of the dress.

"Your turn," you said, unbuttoning his shirt. All the while he continued to distractingly leave lazy kisses upon your face, one on your forehead, your cheek, your lips.

After an agonizingly long time, you pulled off his shirt. Fuck.

You knew he would be defined. But him, this boy standing in front of you, resembled more of a greek statue than an actual human. It looked like his body had been sculpted by the finest stone on earth. He had a six-pack, defined pectoral muscles, and prominent collarbones. His biceps flexed as he leaned his hand against the wall, bracing himself. It was you who needed to brace yourself. Your breath hitched again at the sight of him.

You ran a hand up his firm body as you planted your lips upon his once again. This time Chrollo put his hands beneath your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He picked you up easily.

You wrapped your legs around him as he brought you to the bed, kissing him all the while.

He dropped you down gently, releasing his grip off of your thighs. You took this time to look up at him and admire the beauty of his aroused state. He had a dangerous and wild look, with tousled hair and a constant smile playing at his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes were lazily focused upon you.

You continued to make out on the bed, its white silk sheets creating an angelic halo around you. Chrollo couldn't stand looking at you like this, underneath him. It was far too much power for one man to hold.

You reached to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You threw it to the ground. Chrollo immediately began to touch your naked tits in a way that made you want to dissolve. He moved in circles around your nipples first, watching as they grew harder under his expert touch. Then he moved his mouth to the sensitive area, playing with you and biting slightly. You audibly moaned at the gesture. Damn the neighbors.

Chrollo sensed your desire to take it further. He looked up, grey eyes filled with lust, "Y/n...let me pleasure you."

It wasn't the suggestion you were expecting, but you were satisfied nonetheless. You didn't care about anything in the world besides what he could do to you at this moment, whatever it may be.

"If you say my name like that you can do anything you want to me," you said breathily. It was exactly what he needed to hear.

Chrollo smirked and moved to take off your soaking underwear. Under his pants, his dick grew visibly harder. He threw the underwear onto the floor.

Gently placing his finger at your throbbing core, he began to stroke. Upon receiving his touch your back arched involuntarily. You were beyond eager.

"Fuck... Chrollo..."

This served as encouragement for him to insert his finger deeper into you, curling it slightly. It hit your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting ungodly sounds from you.

As he was doing this, he slowly positioned himself on top of you, grabbing onto the bed frame with his spare hand. He just wanted to look at your face as you opened your mouth in delight.

He inserted one more finger which caused your arousal to heighten. God, he really knows how to do this.

Just as you felt the heat in your core escalating, he slid his finger out. You whimpered in protest.

Chrollo looked down at you with a wicked smile. "Beg for it."

Oh fuck.

You gladly would. It was more your instincts speaking than any coherent thought.

"Please... Chrollo..." you said between breaths.

You wanted to not only plead for him, you wanted to worship him.

"More."

This is what you had been missing out on all those weeks. And oh god, did you eat it up.

"FUCK please do that again," you exclaimed.

It was enough to convince him. Chrollo moved his face towards your slickened pussy.

Is he about to...

He pushed his hair back out of his face with his clean hand, his forehead tattoo revealed. For only a second, he raised his eyes to gaze into yours. You fell for him all over again at that simple glance.

Then he entered you. His tongue made you want to weep. He devoured your insides, soaking up the salty juices. You couldn't help but hold his head, pulling it closer to your body. You ran your hand through his soft black hair. There was so much heat between them that you were both perspiring.

You began to shudder." I'm going to... oh... fuck," you gasped.

You felt the sweet release of cum spread below you onto the sheets and Chrollo himself. You felt self-conscious for a moment. That is until Chrollo began to lick up your juices. He ran his tongue up your soft thighs.

"You taste so fucking good, darling."

Chrollo looked at you like he had fallen all over again as well. You grinned back at him. Your cheeks grew even redder, if possible. Your heart screamed to continue but you were too physically exhausted to move. Still, wouldn't Chrollo want his turn?

You laid there, naked and panting on the silk sheets. Chrollo flopped next to you, unaffected beside his flushed cheeks and a wide grin.

The lights were still low in the little room. Looking out the window, you saw that the sun had yet to rise. This was a positive fact because the only thing you needed to do now was to sleep. And preferably, cuddling with the boy next to you. You hoped he would stay. It was more than hope, really. Your body couldn't spend any more time away from him after that.

Damn. He was good. He was really, really fucking good.

He knew his way with words, to begin with. He said exactly what needed to be said to escalate your arousal. You wanted to worship those fingers, the way he so expertly felt around you like he had memorized a map. And his tongue was even more worthy of revere.

You flipped over to your elbows. Your breasts brushed against the bedding, noticeably making Chrollo gulp. You boldly reached to touch the front of his pants.

"You don't want a turn?" you smirked.

"This was more than enough for me."

He stared into your eyes as if he was calculating a complex math problem rather than looking at the person who just received the best head of their life.

You yawned, despite yourself. Your body ached with all the action of the night.

"Go to bed, sweetheart. I'll be here."

Those were the last words you heard before your eyes drifted shut. Exhaustion stilled your naked body. Chrollo reached over you to turn off the bedside lamp.

He wasn't nearly as tired. He could've gone for a couple more rounds, perhaps take it a step further if you so desired. But he knew you needed the sleep. Most of your makeup had rubbed off, displaying the dark circles under your eyes.

He slipped off his pants and threw them onto the floor with the rest of the clothes. He found the soft sheets and pulled them across you and himself. The bed was small but cozy. His strong chest was flush against your back.

Your (hair color) hair smelt of a summer day, like sunlight and wildflowers. He took this opportunity to feel up the rest of your glorious body. He ran his hand lightly from your shoulder to your hips, to your thighs. All of it was angelic to him.

He moved you closer with his arm, protectively wrapping it across your front. Somehow holding you like this felt far more intimate than any sexual activity. The way the moonlight graced your skin was majestic.

How had he fallen so hard, so fast? It was unlike him to act with such recklessness.

Through it all, he still had his mind. you had no way to tell the extent of his feelings. He made sure of this. His libido could act one way, that was clear from tonight. But he was an expert at controlling his outward emotions. You would never know. If you did, it would be over for him. All the planning will be for naught.

He closed his eyes before he could fall upon any more worries. He had already pondered the issue for many sleepless nights.

He fell into a dreamless slumber with you safe in his arms. You both slept soundly until the sun peeked through the window.

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[blairsanne]

In the Cards (15)

Big Wolf on Campus fanfic. Merton x OC. [Tommy also gets some pairings.]

Chapter Summary: The trio begin their plans for Prom while Tommy questions if Joelle will even want to join him. Merton and Kalida get threatened by a rival hunter, and Tommy is offended when they don't want him getting involved. Tommy protects Trevor from his stalker, and everyone's future is still up in the air.

CW: Just the usual level of violence from the show.

Chapter 15: Hunting

"Have you ever listened to Garden of Delight?" Merton pushed a home-burned CD into the stereo in the front of the hearse.

He had parked up at the lookout with Kalida. Pleasantville twinkled below them in the dark night. Kalida shook her head as the music came out through the speakers. "Can't say I have." "They're total veterans. You Have Been Here Before is my favourite by them."

She nodded slowly. "His voice is sort of…" She narrowed her eyes. "There's something kind of off about it?" "Probably the accent you're hearing. A lot of goth music is from Europe." "Oh. I guess that makes sense. Music's nice, though." They sat in silence a moment while she listened.

Merton rubbed his hands over his pants. "Uh, if you don't like it, we can turn it off-" "Nah, it's fine." She flashed him an easy smile. His breath caught a moment, struck once again by the sight of her and the way it made his insides squirm. "Oh good."

He slid over on the bench seat toward her and tentatively wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him immediately, pulling her legs up onto the seat as she pressed against him and closed her eyes.

Merton stared into the night. If anyone had told him a year earlier that he'd be listening to goth music in his hearse with his girlfriend, he probably would have laughed them off. Doubly so if they told him his girlfriend was a Dawkins.

Then again, I didn't think I'd be fighting monsters with a werewolf, either. Or that my best friend would be the captain of the football team. ...Or that I'd have a friend. For a moment, he thought, my life is pretty great.

He kissed the top of Kalida's head. She moved to look up at him. She was surprised by his calm expression. They held each other's gaze a long moment before Kalida leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss. Merton smirked. "What was that for?"

She moved again, pressing her right knee onto the driver's side so that she was straddling his lap. She traced her fingertips over the sides of his face, then hooked her hands behind his head, forearms resting on his shoulders. Merton swallowed hard. He rested his hands on her legs, just under the hem of her skirt. They stared at each other in the din.

"I really like you," Kalida said at last. She kissed him forehead sweetly. "Are you sure? Because it seems statistically unlikely that I'd hold your interest this long." She snickered under her breath and pressed her lips against his.

He kissed back, and let out a small noise as she pressed her pelvis down against his. His fingers travelled further up her skirt and gripped at her thighs. She pressed her face against his, breath tickling his ear. "Yeah, Merton," she whispered. "I'm sure." He sucked in a slow, deep breath.

Kalida folded her arms and hugged him tightly, her face hidden behind his. She didn't know what the future would hold - with neither of them having announced their plans post-graduation - but he was something she was afraid to lose. He slid his hands out from under her skirt and held her close, resting his head on her shoulder. "I like you too, Kal."

---

The trio stood on one end of a hallway in Pleasantville High.

Kalida took a roll of paper from Tommy and unfurled one end of it. "I don't understand why you don't just ask her." Merton shook his head. "I said the same thing." He took a swig of bottled water, not actually contributing to the efforts.

Tommy groaned. "It's just that Joelle already graduated from high school - what if she thinks it's kid stuff to go to something like prom?" "It's literally the thing that high school seniors do, though. Which we are." Kalida tried to hold the banner paper against the wall above the bank of lockers, but she couldn't reach. "But Joelle isn't a senior. And I feel like… I don't know, like she'll think it's lame and corny that I want to go at all." "She does call you cornbread," Merton agreed. "Oh my god, does your girlfriend even like you?" Kalida laughed. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't picked out matching outfits and arranged for a limousine and-"

"Wait, Merton, are you arranging for a limo?" Kalida raised a brow. Merton smacked Tommy's chest. "Well I hadn't, but, uh…" He postured, making eyes at her. "I could, if you wanted." Kalida snickered. "I kind of like the idea of arriving in a hearse. Sets the tone of finality for the event." Merton grinned, and glanced at Tommy.

He shook his head with a grin. At least his best friends seemed to be on the same page about prom, even if he was too scared to ask his pseudo-girlfriend along. Kalida sighed in frustration as she tried again to tack the banner above the lockers. "I can't reach this stupid wall." "Here, I'll put you on my shoulders." Kalida squeaked as Tommy propelled her upward, gripping at his forehead to stop herself from falling from his broad shoulders. "Whoa, a little warning?"

He passed her the banner, then took her ankles in his hands to keep her steady. "You should be able to reach now." She leaned over his hair to tack the corner into the plaster. "Yeah, not sure how I feel about having my cousin between my legs, though." Merton spat out his water, sputtering a wheezing comment. "Phrasing."

Tommy chuckled and glanced over at Merton, watching as his friend wiped dribbles of liquid from his chin. "Well, I would have picked you up, Merton, but I wouldn't want to give the school paper any more fuel." Kalida rolled her eyes. "With our luck, they'll do an incest exposé."

Tommy carried her down the hallway on his shoulders as she unfurled the banner. Painted onto it in bright red letters was PROM NIGHT IS COMING. Brett had talked Kalida into volunteering herself, Tommy, and Merton to help put up some of the posters, and this was their last task.

"I sure hope your other boyfriend appreciates all our hard work," Merton snarked, still holding a roll of tape and a box of push pins. "Is that a hint of jealousy I hear, Dingle?" Merton closed his eyes indignantly. "I would never admit to such a thing."

---

Tommy finished a box of chicken nuggets in the front seat of Merton's hearse. They were parked on the far end of the movie store lot, watching for Trevor to get off work. Merton sucked on the straw in his nearly empty cup, making loud noises as it scraped the bottom. He stopped and smiled sheepishly as both Kalida and Tommy turned to glare at him.

"Do you really think something's stalking Trevor?" Kalida asked quietly. "I mean, we've been out here an hour already and I haven't noticed anything." Tommy shrugged. "I dunno. His girlfriend said he was worried about it, though." Merton added his empty cup to the takeout bag that had been filled with trash. "As thrilling as this is, I'm not sure how many nights I'm willing to watch our local friendly vampire walk to his car uneventfully."

"Hey, it's only the third time." Kalida yawned. "Yeah, but sleep deprivation affects mental clarity. We have finals coming up." "Nerd," Tommy sighed, shaking his head. "Not ashamed to admit it," Kalida agreed. "Tommy just likes the stake outs because he can see his girlfriend when he's done." Tommy scoffed. "You're just jealous." Merton gawked. "I have a girlfriend. She's right here." He pulled Kalida into a tight hug, forcing her to lean into him. "Here I am," she agreed dryly.

"There's Trevor." Tommy pointed to the young man in a lime green t-shirt that was leaving the movie store. They watched keenly as Trevor nervously approached his vehicle. He pulled out of the stall and waved at them on his way out of the lot. "Uneventful as ever," Merton remarked. "I think he was just imagining whatever it was," Kalida nodded. Tommy shook his head. "Nah, I think if something spooked him, he was probably right. People like us can sense things." "People like you?" Merton raised a brow. "Monsters, I guess." Tommy shrugged. "Remember, you didn't even think he was a vampire." Merton rolled his eyes. "Oh, this again."

"Tommy has a point, though. He has heightened senses. If something was wigging him out, it probably wasn't nothing..." Merton poked Kalida. "I'm confused, do you want to do this, or not?" "Well, I just- I don't want something bad to happen, that's all." "Pfft." Merton gestured dismissively. "What's gonna happen?"

Kalida's eyes bugged. "Don't SAY that!" Tommy reached over and smacked Merton on the back of the head. "Ow- hey!" Merton cowered. "What did I do?" "Now that you said that, something's definitely gonna happen!" Kalida whined. "That's just superstitious," Merton scoffed. "Says the guy who carries a lucky rabbit foot in his backpack."

Merton pouted. "It really is lucky, though…" Tommy sighed. "Whatever, can you just drop me at the Bucket? Joelle's gonna be off soon."

---

Tommy pulled his shirt on, feeling strangely nervous as he waited for Joelle to finish getting redressed. They were hovering near her bed in her apartment, late in the evening, and he had to leave soon to get back home.

Joelle tapped his bottom. "What's your deal, cornbread? You're being squirrelly. Your mom waiting up for ya?" She snickered playfully. Tommy took a deep breath. "Actually, I, uh…" He clapped his hands together as he searched for words. "I was wanting to ask you something." Joelle tucked her thumbs into the back pockets of her jeans and faced him. "Shoot."

"You can totally say no if you think it's lame, but… Well, prom is coming up, and of course people keep asking me who I'm going to take…" "Aww, you wanna take me to prom?" "I mean, only if you want to go." He started rambling. "It's probably weird, since you don't go to Pleasantville, but I was gonna go, with Merton and Kali, and-" "Yeah, it sounds fun." "I- yeah? Okay. Cool." Tommy nodded, and took a deep breath. "Great. So… great."

Joelle laughed. "Did you think I was going to say no? It's like a glorified school dance, not a night at the opera." "I just… thought you might think it was kinda lame." "It is kinda lame. But doing something lame can be cool sometimes." She nudged Tommy. "Besides you only get one senior prom, right?" Tommy smiled. "Right."

---

A few days later, Merton sat down across from Tommy in the school cafeteria.

"So I talked to Trev last night, and he definitely thought someone was watching him on Monday night." Tommy pointed with his fork. "I told you!" He leaned in close, glancing around. "So what did he say it was?" Merton shrugged. "He doesn't know. He said it just felt like something was watching him, but there were some other people in the area and nothing happened." Tommy took a big bite of chicken, thinking it over. "So whatever it is… it's just watching him?" "Sounds like a stalker. Maybe it's just a normal creepy person, and not a monster." "Maybe…" Tommy shrugged, brow still furrowed. "So were you two camped out last night?" "No Tom, I value sleep," Merton quipped. "We picked out a bunch of movies. Gonna finish them tonight."

"Shouldn't we watch Trev get off work tonight?" "Nah, he's got the night off. He should be fine." Merton smirked. "Why? Do you want to meet Joelle at the Bucket a few hours before school starts?" "Ha, ha." Tommy pulled a face at his friend. "For your information, Merton, it's her night off." "Why don't you two join us watching movies in the Lair?"

Tommy shrugged. "She said she had plans." Merton nodded. "Alright, well why don't you join us?" "I'll think about it. I was gonna do a lap of the town, make sure there's nothing hinky going on."

"Well… when you're done with that, you know where to find us. Just don't get yourself in any trouble." Tommy smirked, mimicking Merton's comment from the other night. "What's gonna happen?" Merton rolled his eyes and held a hand up. "Don't come crying to me when saying that backfires on you."

---

"Good evening."

Merton looked up from the couch. He hadn't heard his exterior door open, but standing in the doorway was a girl in an oversized black hoodie and tight black jeans, aiming a crossbow at him. Covering her face was a full metal mask with rabbit ears, the hood of her sweater covering her head.

"H-hi," he stuttered, muting the DVD menu. "You're the resident werewolf expert, right?" "Uhhh- what?" Merton lied badly, laughing nervously as he stood up, arms raised defensively. "There's no such thing as werewolves, ha…" He wheezed when she took two long strides closer. "You probably shouldn't lie to me." Her voice was cold and biting.

Kalida entered the room from the door that led upstairs, carrying a bowl of popcorn. "Becky says your parents-" she froze, startled by their visitor.

The mystery girl aimed the crossbow at Kalida now.

"No no no no," Merton stammered, falling over the back of the couch. He straightened up and put himself between them, his arms stretched out toward the intruder, wincing. "I'll tell you whatever you want, just don't hurt Kalida." Kalida looked between Merton and the rabbit girl. "W-what's happening? Are we getting robbed?" The intruder shook the crossbow at Merton. "Talk!"

Merton gestured wildly. "Okay, yes! Werewolves are real! What do you need to know?!" "Merton," Kalida hissed. He wasn't going to out Tommy, was he? "Where's the Syndicate's hideout?" Merton raised a brow. "The evil werewolf syndicate? Why?" "I'm doing the asking here."

"W-well, they had a castle outside of town, but the, uh," Merton pubbed the back of his neck, "local chapter folded." "What do you mean, folded?" "I mean, I sent a werewolf-eating vampire over for a visit and haven't been bothered by them since."

Kalida blinked at Merton, then whispered. "You really did that?" Merton gave a small shrug, grimacing as he realized he'd never told her about Cassandra. "It's a long story." The rabbit's shoulders lowered and she held the crossbow with both hands, so she wasn't aiming it at them anymore. "So you are a hunter." "W-well, I don't think I've ever used that term-" "We fight monsters, if that's what you mean." Kalida interrupted. "The bad ones, anyway. To keep the town safe."

The rabbit girl tilted her head slightly. "So the rumors about the Pleasantville Werewolf…?" "Nothing to be concerned about," Merton shook his head. There was a tense silence between the three for a moment. Finally the rabbit girl nodded. "Cool." She ducked and rolled out the back door and disappeared into the night.

Merton rushed to the door and flipped the deadbolt, leaning his head against the frame. "I am never leaving that unlocked again." Kalida put the popcorn bowl down and grabbed Merton's phone, punching in a series of numbers. Merton turned and raised a brow. "What are you doing?" "Calling Tommy."

---

Tommy paced the floor in the Lair while Merton ate cold popcorn. Tommy was wolfed out, wearing his letterman jacket.

"I can't believe you just let her go!" Tommy ran his hands through his hair, making it stick up even straighter than usual. Merton rolled his eyes. "We didn't let her go. She had a crossbow aimed at us. I didn't exactly have the upper hand here." Kalida gave her cousin a sympathetic look. "Tommy, you need to calm down." "Calm down?! There's a masked, armed hunter looking for the Pleasantville Werewolf!" "W-well technically she was looking for the syndicate." Merton corrected. "Yeah, I think she bought that there wasn't a werewolf issue anymore," Kalida added hopefully.

Tommy threw his hands in the air. "Oh, great, that makes it all better." He glared at Kalida. "You guys don't know what it's like, worrying about stuff like this!" Kalida rubbed her arm. "I dunno, I worry about you a lot.." Merton frowned. "In case you forgot, we're attacked by monsters every week, and we don't have superpowers." He motioned at Tommy's upper body. "At least you can defend yourself." Tommy scowled at Merton. "Yeah, that's totally the same thing as being specifically hunted." Merton stood up defiantly, pointing at his chest. "I've had my life in danger how many times!? Witches, vampires, etcetera, ad nauseum? Nevermind how many times I've stuck my neck out trying to protect your secret-"

Kalida threw her hands up. "Whoa, why are we fighting!? Relax!" She gave them both dirty looks. "There's a hunter in town. That means Tommy, you can't be seen like this. So calm the hell down." She glanced over at Merton. "However we ended up here, it's what we're dealing with today. Let's just… think this through. Together." Tommy folded his arms and sat against the edge of Merton's desk, frowning. "So what do we do now?"

Merton let out a long sigh, then sat back down on the armrest of his couch. "I think we shouldn't do anything. Just… lie low for a bit til the hunter leaves town." Tommy sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say." Kalida shifted her weight. "What else is there?" "Hunt down the threat, take it out!" Tommy cried. "For all we know she's a human. We don't kill people last I checked, Tom." Kalida frowned. "That's right, I don't think she's something we can really fight. We just have to hope it's not an issue."

Tommy deflated somewhat. It was true that he didn't want to hurt a normal person. He covered his face with his clawed hands. Kalida walked over and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "No matter what, we've got your back. I won't let anyone take you away from here." Tommy lowered his hands and studied her face, then closed his eyes to focus on trying to dewolf. "Besides. We haven't seen her before, so she's probably just rolling through." Merton nodded. "Kali's right, she probably just came to fight the syndicate and this will all blow over. And… if it doesn't, the three of us will deal with it somehow." "I guess." Tommy's facial hair and claws receded, ears rounding back to their normal shape. He opened his eyes, now the familiar soft brown of his fully human form. "Thanks guys."

Kalida gave Tommy a sudden, tight hug. "Just don't go Wolfy outside for a few days. No midnight solo runs to burn off steam. Okay?" He snorted and patted her back. "Okay, sure." "Promise?" "I promise."

Merton drummed his fingers on his cheek. "I'm having a thought." Kalida raised her brow. "Yeah?" "Well… what if the thing that's been watching Trevor is this hunter?" Tommy's eyes glowed yellow and a low growl sounded in his throat. "I just can't figure why she isn't doing anything. She had no problem breaking into my Lair." "Well… maybe she's not sure if Trevor's a vampire? He hasn't been necking with Amy in the parking lot, right?" Tommy let out a big sigh. "But wouldn't a hunter be able to tell? Why not just jump him and find out?" Merton gestured with his hands to demonstrate the intruder's size. "She's smallish. Maybe she's not strong enough to take a vampire on one-on-one." "But she's gonna take on the Evil Werewolf Syndicate?" Merton shrugged, then threw up his hands. "I dunno!" Kalida chewed her lip. "Maybe she's just doing recon. But where did she start?"

She moved around Merton's desk and sat at the computer. "If she thought Merton was just another hunter, she'd have no reason to think he was going to attack her, right? But she didn't know the syndicate was handled." Kalida typed into the internet browser. "She'd heard of the Pleasantville Werewolf, but thought they were a part of the syndicate. So she hasn't been in town long." Merton nodded along, but frowned. "What are you looking up?" Kalida glanced over at him. "What info you've posted to about your hunting." Merton gawked. "Are you saying that I somehow brought this hunter upon us?" Kalida scanned Merton's post activity logs and forum profile. "Okay, well, you listed your town, and you've mentioned being in the Gothic Fantasy Guild at your school… The paper just did that piece on you, right?" She reached her hand out to Tommy. "Phonebook?"

Tommy scrunched his face up in confusion, but passed Kalida Merton's phone book from off a nearby shelf. Kalida flipped through and sighed loudly. "You're the only Dingles in town. Phone number and address listed." Merton shrugged. "So?" "So, it took me about two minutes to put together that KingofMertonia from Pleasantville was Merton Dingle who lives at-" Merton threw his hands up. "Okay, okay, so I haven't exactly hidden my identity online. But why would another hunter from the forum come here looking for werewolves if we've clearly got it in the bag?"

"Well…" Kalida continued scrolling through his post history. "Because you mentioned the syndicate but not explicitly that it was gone. You also confirmed on another thread that the Pleasantville Werewolf is not just an urban legend-" Tommy shot Merton a dirty look. Merton smiled sheepishly. "-And you casually mentioned in this thread that you're probably moving out of town in the fall."

The three teens all glanced at, and then away from each other awkwardly.

"She's probably just casing out the town to take over the hunting here." Tommy sat on the back of the couch. "Who would want to hunt monsters?" Merton held up a talon from the bird creatures they fought several weeks before. "Monster parts fetch a pretty penny online, actually." Kalida shook her head in disgust. "Gross." She opened several of the active threads in individual tabs and started looking more closely at them.

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck. "So there's a new hunter in town, okay… How do we get them to leave me alone?" "First we have to figure out who they are…" Kalida gestured at the screen. "Obviously someone with an account on here, because you have to log in to see the posts." "Well that ought to narrow it down." "Yeah, to about twenty thousand active users in the last 3 months, globally." Tommy groaned loudly.

Merton moved to watch the screen over Kalida's shoulder. "Wouldn't it be someone who comments on these threads?" "Maybe. She might just be a lurker, though." Tommy started eating the abandoned popcorn. "If she's here to take over hunting, why not just make friends with us? Why break in?" "To establish dominance?" Kalida shrugged, grimacing. "There are all sorts of hunters out there. Some are pretty antisocial. Besides, for all she knows, we'd take offense at someone being on our turf." Merton pulled a face. "Then why announce her presence by coming to the Lair?" Kalida frowned. "Good point. Maybe… maybe she's just a loner with a thing against werewolves specifically. Maybe it's not even her that's been stalking Trevor."

"Maybe she's not new to town, either, maybe she's just new to hunting." Tommy stopped eating for a moment and looked over at them. "A small girl who knows where Merton lives and is into monsters? Couldn't it just be Margaret?" Kalida blinked. "Holy sh-" Merton sighed loudly. "It wasn't. Margaret isn't that tall, and I'd recognize her voice." Kalida relaxed slightly. "And…" She licked her lips. "I feel like Margaret would use it as a way to get close to Merton, rather than threaten him." Merton glanced down at Kalida, confused by the shift in her tone.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "I guess you're right. Woulda been easier to deal with, though." "Yeah." Kalida rubbed her arm, looking down. "For now we don't have much to go on. This hunter could be nothing to worry about, or pretty bad." Merton tapped Kali's shoulder. "Here, let me sit down. I'm gonna post about this on the forum. Maybe our hunter friend will reply."

---

Kalida sat cross-legged on her bed, eyes closed. The night air from her open window brought in the smell of rain and the sounds of cars in the distance. Dean's Brady Bunch reruns from the living room made a dull rumble through the walls in regular intervals, but otherwise the house was quiet. Tommy had actually looked tired from worry when he'd turned in, and Sally and Bob were already in their pajamas when the teens had gotten home.

Kalida, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. The hunter had tracked down Merton, and asked about werewolves, putting both the guys in her life in danger. She wasn't sure which of them to worry over more. Plus something about Merton's assertions of moving out of Pleasantville was making her feel uneasy. Naturally, no matter where they went to school, it wouldn't be in Pleasantville, but only Tommy was firm in his decision to go to State. The thought that she was letting herself get excited over going to prom with Merton, when they might not even be in the same country come September, made her feel stupid in a way that she wasn't used to.

She sighed and opened her eyes. Well, meditation isn't working. I wish I had my cards in here… She contemplated going out to the camper, she didn't want Bob to catch her.

She turned around and flopped back on her mattress so that her feet were on either side of her pillow, head at the foot of her bed. Maybe we can just convince the hunter to just work with us. Or at least leave Tommy alone. She thought back to way the mystery girl had pointed the loaded crossbow at her and Merton. She was confident dealing with us. So why be hesitant around Trevor?

She was distracted by the soft bing of her MSN chat notification. She rolled off the side of the bed and sat quietly at the computer, flicking on the monitor. A chat window was blinking, minimized, on her taskbar. When she opened it up, she saw that it was Margie - one of her friends from the Granville Gang.

Fatty Mermaid : so dustin asked me to prom

Kalida rubbed her face and got to typing.

·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Hey. ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Did you say yes? Fatty Mermaid : yeah but ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: but? Fatty Mermaid : kinda wanted to go with lacey ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Did you ask her? Fatty Mermaid : no Fatty Mermaid : cant now i guess ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Does Dustin think it's like a serious date? Or…? Fatty Mermaid : idk were not like into each other i think maybe im his beard lmao

Kalida sighed and shook her head. All of this would have been so interesting to her a few months earlier, but at the moment it felt… trivial.

Fatty Mermaid : u goin with goth kid ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Merton, yeah. Fatty Mermaid : u in love ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: I dunno. I like him but we might not even be going to school in the same country next year. Fatty Mermaid : so Fatty Mermaid : first off that doesnt change ur feelings Fatty Mermaid : anyway u can just decide to go together Fatty Mermaid : u love him or no ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: I don't know. I like him, okay? I want to go where he goes but like I also want to go where Tommy goes and I don't want to miss all of you guys. I can't have it all. Idk. Fatty Mermaid : fukin hell Fatty Mermaid : r u gonna choose between ur cusin and ur bf rly Fatty Mermaid : arnt they friends Fatty Mermaid : u 3 can go together ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: I'd like that but it would mean Merton and I would both have to decide to go to State U. Fatty Mermaid : u can always visit Fatty Mermaid : anyway steve is prolly not stayin here Fatty Mermaid : bob said they might go to ontario ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Oh god. Fatty Mermaid : thats what happens when u grow up Fatty Mermaid : ppl just move around ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Yeah, I guess so. It just sucks.

Kalida stared at the keyboard a moment.

·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: I used to have everything planned out, and now I feel like nowhere is home. Fatty Mermaid : sweetie Fatty Mermaid : no Fatty Mermaid : home is where u r happy Fatty Mermaid : just be happy ·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Yeah, thanks, M. I'll just *decide* to be happy. Fatty Mermaid : I mean it Fatty Mermaid : life is short Fatty Mermaid : anyway why u still up

Kalida thought about how to reply. "I'm worried about someone trying to kill my cousin when I'm not looking. Even though we fight monsters all the time anyway."

·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: stressed about finals Fatty Mermaid : u have time Fatty Mermaid : u should get ur sleep or that big brain a urs wont work

Kalida snorted.

·.· ɥʇnos uʍop ɐp!ןɐʞ ·.·: Yeah, you're right. Nighty night.

---

The trio met up at Merton's lair after school the following day. "I just feel hinky about it." Tommy paced back and forth, shaking his head. Kalida was sitting on the edge of Merton's desk. "Yeah… but… she replied." Merton nodded, sitting at his computer. "She wants us to meet up with her on neutral ground to talk. There's nothing to suggest she has anything against us." "There's nothing to suggest you can trust her, either!" Tommy scoffed. "She knows where I live, so if she wanted to do anything, she could have done it by now."

Kalida chewed her bottom lip. Merton was right, of course. Both he and Tommy were in danger because of this hunter girl.

Tommy leaned against the front of the desk. "Okay, so where does she want to meet us?" "Oh, actually…" Merton winced. Kalida turned to her cousin. "Tommy, you really shouldn't come." Tommy looked at Kalida like she'd just called him a bad word. "What?" "Look, Tommy, as much as having our resident werewolf on scene would put us at ease-" Merton began. "She doesn't know about you, so it would just put you in danger," Kalida continued.

Tommy looked between them, nostrils flaring out. "So you two just decided this? You just make plans without me now?" "No, Tommy, that's not it." Kalida frowned. "It's just that she specifically asked about you-" "And you don't think I can handle one girl even with you there." "That's not it." "Since when did the werewolf not get a vote in the monster hunting?!" "Tommy, don't be such a bonehead." Merton stood up, expression abnormally stern. "We're just trying to protect you. Who knows what kind of trap she might be laying? Showing up wolfed out is just going to put her on edge." "So I go in as a human, and wolf out if needed." "But that would reveal your identity," Kalida reminded him gently. "As far as we know, this is a human we're talking about. You can't just poof her at the end of our chat."

Tommy let out a big sigh and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Have fun without me." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. "Tommy-" Kalida pursed her lips at the slamming of the door. Merton took a breath, then sat back down at his computer to reply to the private message the hunter had sent him.

See you there at 10.

"Do you think he's really mad?" Kalida wrung her hands, not facing Merton. "Nah." He finished what he was doing and turned off his monitor. "He didn't even get glowy eyes. He knows we're right, he's just frustrated about it." He walked over and rubbed her back reassuringly. "We'll sort this all out and everything will go back to normal." "I hope so."

---

Merton gripped the steering wheel tightly as they made their way up the gravel road to the lookout. He was both surprised and somewhat uneasy that their interloper had chosen this as their meeting spot. It was isolated and dark, and he was having second thoughts about bringing Kalida with him.

"This bunny girl better not try anything." Kalida was sitting in the passenger seat pouting. She'd been in a sour mood since Tommy had left the lair. Luckily it seemed to be directed entirely at the person they were about to meet, and not at Merton.

"At least there's two of us, right?" Merton forced a light tone. Normally he was more of a pacifist, avoiding danger, but after the break in he felt like he needed to deal with things in order to keep Kalida safe. He thought back to the way the masked intruder had pointed a weapon at his girlfriend. She could have been hurt. Or worse. He thought back to Kalida's account of Merton being attacked by the scorpion monster in the alternate reality and shivered.

"I guess we're here." He pulled into the lookout clearing and killed the engine, looking out the windows and windshield for any sign of life. "Well there's no other car up here…" "Maybe she didn't want us to read her plates," Kalida offered. Merton snorted. "Is that what you were planning to do?" "Duh." Kalida looked over at Merton. "Wouldn't you?" "Honestly Kal, I didn't think that far. Maybe you should be a detective when you graduate." "Detective by day, hunter by night." She put on a low voice, mimicking tv commercials. "When the justice system fails, she stalks the shadows." Merton laughed. "Sounds just like you."

They both started at the knock on the driver's side window. The bunny mask was barely visible in the din.

Kalida opened her door first, and got out, staring down the other girl from over the hood of the hearse. "Just here to talk, right?" She nodded and stepped a few feet away from Merton's door. "Right." Merton got out slowly, keeping his back to Kalida. "So do you have a name?" "You can call me L." "Like the letter?" "Sure."

"Alright… So, are you just passing through town, or do you live here now…?" She tilted her metal mask sideways. "Does it matter?" Kalida piped in. "We just want to know how this is going to affect our dealings with the locals. How stealthy are you? What are you hunting? Are we gonna get in each other's ways…?" "I can handle myself. I'm not hunting anything specific. Any monster I find is free game in my book."

Merton put his hands up. "Okay, well there are a few harmless monsters in town-" "No. Monster. Is. Harmless." L's tone was biting. She held up a hand, pointing a silver dagger at Merton threateningly, despite the distance between them. "And if I find you getting in my way, I'll consider you a threat."

"So you just come to town and expect to take over the monster hunting with no regard to what's already been happening?" Kalida grimaced, annoyed. "We could be allies, work together to be more efficient." "I don't need your help," L shook her dagger at Kalida. "And I don't care to give you mine." Merton rolled his eyes. "Well, this is productive." "Just bag your prey, I'll bag mine, we can pretend each other don't exist. We all get our spoils. Win win." "We don't hunt for spoils, though. We actually care about protecting the town." "Well how sweet for you. I'll be sure to find you a sheriff badge to go with that self-righteous attitude. Or maybe a halo?"

"You don't have to be so snarky." "Look, sugar lumps. You wanna play nice with Dracula, that's your deal. I got mine. Stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours. End of." She took several steps backward, then ran into the dark woods, disappearing.

Merton drummed his fingers on the roof of the hearse, staring off into space. "That went well," he snarked. "Whatever, she was rude." "I wasn't blaming you." Kalida flopped into the passenger seat pouting.

Merton joined her in the front seat and locked the doors, sighing. "We've done what we can." "What if she hurts Tommy?" Kalida looked over at him with wet eyes, worry painting her face. He reached a hand out to pat her shoulder. "She won't. He's tough, and he fights things all the time." "Monsters. This is different." "If she's trying to kill Tommy, it's not really that different."

Kalida shook her head. "Meaning what? We're okay with murder all of a sudden?" "I doubt he'd kill her, but… He could be scary if he tried. You've never seen an evil werewolf before, but it's..." Merton shook his head. "That was literally the first thing she asked about when we met her. I'd say she's probably not afraid of them."

"Then what do you suggest? We go to the police and say some crazy chick with a crossbow broke into my house and asked about monsters?" "I don't know. I'm just… worried." "I know." Merton started up the engine and tapped his hands on the steering wheel. "I know."

---

Tommy walked down the quiet street in his letterman jacket, letting the cool night air calm him. It smelled like rain, but it was still dry, and he had been too antsy to wait at home for Kalida to get back.

They're probably done by now. He knew he should check in, but he was still irritated from being left out, and too embarrassed to admit it. Maybe they were just trying to keep him safe, but he was used to being the one doing the protecting. They were his pack, not his bodyguards.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and thought back to the way he'd walked out while Kali was trying to say something. She's probably still mad. I bet she complained to Merton about it. He found himself smirking a bit, trying not to laugh.

---

A couple blocks away, Trevor stepped outside for a smoke break. The movie store had been quiet all night, and he figured it wouldn't hurt if there were no customers around.

He took a long, slow drag when an uneasy feeling washed over him. The same sense of being watched that had plagued him before. He glanced about the empty parking lot and turned to go back inside.

A dark figure blocked the doorway. Trevor played it cool, taking another drag of his cigarette.

The person was wearing some kind of big hoodie and a weird mask. "I know what you are." L took a step toward him. "Do you, now…" Trevor blew his smoke to the side. "What am I, exactly?"

The masked girl held a wooden stake up. "About to die."

---

Tommy came upon the parking lot to see two people fighting outside the movie rental store. He stopped dead and peered carefully, only to realize that the brunette in the lime green t-shirt was Trevor - in full vampire face - and he was fighting someone that looked a lot like the bunny girl that Merton and Kalida had described to him.

Without a second thought, Tommy wolfed out and ran toward the two, wrestling between them to push them apart. Trevor stumbled backward, barely catching himself from falling.

"What's going on?" Tommy looked between L and Trevor, hands up defensively. "Well that's rich, don't usually see werewolves and vampires working together." L took a few steps back, but composed herself into a fighting stance again. "Thought there was some monster rivalry. Shouldn't you be biting each other?" "Nah, we're a friendly town."

"I'm sure all the normies have warm fuzzies for you guys." snarked L. Tommy narrowed his eyes at her. "Yeah, well, neither of us have attacked anyone. Which is more than I can say for you." He glanced back at Trevor. "You alright?" Trevor nodded, catching his breath a bit. His long fangs sat awkwardly in his mouth, and he looked uncomfortable to be exposed.

"Let me guess, you're friendly monsters?" the masked hunter mocked. "As a matter of fact, yeah." Tommy beat his chest. "Pleasantville Werewolf, here to protect the town from crazy masked weirdos like yourself." "Careful." Trevor wiped at his nose. "She's human. I can smell it." Tommy let out a low growl. "Come on, bunny girl, let's see what you got." L pushed her stake into the large front pocket of her sweater and pulled out the silver dagger she had pointed at Merton earlier. "Bring it, dog boy."

"Werewolf," Tommy corrected, lunging at her legs. The two struggled on the ground, trading higher ground and hard blows until L pressed the dagger against Tommy's face somewhat by accident. Tommy hissed, pulling back, then clawed at her, his claws finding purchase on the side of her mask. It fell to the ground with a clunk, and he reeled as her face was exposed.

Joelle stared back at him with wide eyes for a split second, before scrambling to put her mask back on.

They were distracted as a car pulled into the parking lot. Joelle ran off into the night while Tommy stared incredulously as Merton and Kalida stepped out of the hearse.

"What's going on…?" Merton motioned at Tommy and Trevor. "You have your monster faces on. Are you beefing now?" Kalida made eye contact with Tommy, frowning at his disturbed expression. "Are you alright?"

Trevor closed his eyes and shook his head a bit as his fangs receded and his face went back to normal. "You have some timing, Mr. Dingle." Kalida held up two dvd cases. "We just came to drop off our rentals. What the hell happened?"

---

The trio stood around the checkout counter while Trevor checked the security camera footage. Trevor had done most of the recounting of what had happened, and Tommy had more or less shrugged along.

"Luckily this system is from the eighties, so it's crap quality. You can't tell who we are, just that there were some people outside, maybe fighting." Kalida half-grimaced. "You say luckily, but that kind of sucks if something actually did happen…" "Today it's lucky for us," Trevor wagged his thumb between himself and Tommy. "Yeah, the last thing I need is to be featured on the evening news wolfing out," Tommy agreed, sighing.

Kalida looked her cousin over, noting the almost healed scald mark on his cheek from where the silver had touched him, the grime on the back of his letterman jacket, and his nervous foot tapping. Merton had his arms crossed, lost in thought.

Kalida offered a sympathetic smile to their local vampire. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't want us to stick around until you're off shift?" "Amy and her brother are on their way over. I've got a couple nights off after this." Merton raised a brow. "You think she'll leave you alone?" "I hope she does." "What if she doesn't, though?" Trevor glanced over to Tommy. "What do you think, Mr. Dawkins? Self defense?" Tommy's face paled somewhat at the comment. "Uhh… I mean, don't let her kill you, obviously. But…" "But don't kill her?" Kalida asked gently.

"And maybe don't make her a vampire," Merton added, wheezing softly. "You know. Just in case she isn't as friendly as you." Trevor snorted. "Like I'd do something like that." "Might make her more sympathetic," Kalida offered half-jokingly.

They waited around forcing chit chat until finally Trevor's girlfriend and her brother arrived.

The trio piled into Merton's hearse and started making their way back to the lair. "Okay, spill it." Kalida said, turning to Tommy accusingly. "Wh-what?" Tommy's eyes bulged slightly and he looked around nervously. "Whatever you didn't want to say back there. You're being weird." "I'm not being weird." Tommy's voice was abnormally raised and defensive. Merton glanced over, then back to the road. "Yeah… you kinda are." Tommy swallowed and looked out the window.

A few long minutes of thick silence later, they pulled into Merton's usual spot at his house.

Everyone avoided eye contact as they went inside, until finally Merton threw his hands up. "Come on!" Tommy hunched his shoulders. "Just… well, hear me out." He started talking more animatedly. "Maybe the hunter isn't so bad, right? She just doesn't realize that me and Trevor are… you know, safe." Kalida narrowed her eyes, and Merton held his hands under his armpits, looking confused.

"You know," Tommy continued. "We just need to… To get to know her!" "Yeah, Tom, that went real well earlier tonight when we met up with her," Merton quipped, rolling his eyes. "Not that you've asked at all how that went." Tommy blinked. "Oh, right. Uh. How did it go?" "Seriously?" Merton shook his head at his friend, then went to sit at his desk. "You were all pissy about it and stormed out and then you - what? Forgot?" "Tommy, what the hell?" Kalida agreed.

Tommy flopped back to lay across Merton's couch, covering his face with his arms. "Nothing! Just tell me how your meetup went." Kalida and Merton shared a look. "Well she didn't expressly threaten us, I guess," Merton tilted his head. "It was weird." "Probably not very productive," Kalida continued. "We did try to tell her that some of the local monsters are harmless. Didn't go so well." "Well… maybe she's just afraid. Had a… bad experience, or something." Tommy offered.

"What is your deal?" Kalida leaned over the back of the couch and frowned down at her cousin. "You're being weirdly defensive of this chick all of a sudden. Why?" "I'm not," Tommy whined. Kalida pulled his arms off of his face. "Why?" There was a pregnant pause as the two cousins faced each other down.

Finally, Tommy sighed and rolled his eyes. "I know who she is." "What?!"

Merton slammed his hands down on the desk. "Are you serious? You were just going to sit on that little nugget?" He gaped at the back of the couch, unable to see Tommy. "So spill! Let's ride into the night! Who is the masked rabbit?" Tommy got up and shook his head. "No, I don't want to say." "You're joking." "She doesn't want anyone to know. She hides her face, right?" Tommy gestured.

"Okay, but Tommy, we don't keep things from each other." Kalida gestured between the three of them. Tommy pointed at Merton. "Just last week I found out that Merton's been secretly keeping all my nail clippings!" Merton scoffed defensively. "For research!"

Kalida pouted and stared Tommy down. "Okay, but we don't keep secrets." Tommy stuck his chin out, pouting back, then looked down at the floor. "I know, but…" "More importantly, Tommy," Merton interjected. "The hunter knows who Kalida and I are. That puts her at an advantage, and us in danger if we encounter her in town." Tommy's shoulders slumped. "I guess… I just, I feel like if I could just talk to her, you know?" "Yeah, it would be great if that solved all our problems…" Kalida sighed. "I'm gonna go." Tommy rushed to the door.

"Tommy wai-" Merton held his hand out toward the already closing door. "And he's gone. Again." Kalida slumped onto the couch and let herself fall into a lying position. "I'm sure he'll be okay," Merton offered meekly as he went to lock the door. "He just gets a little cranky when he thinks he knows best. But he's got an alright head on his shoulders everything considered."

"You don't have to defend him." She let out a whine. "I'm just worried about him." "I know all too well." Merton sat down on the empty seat on the couch. "He's a little reckless for someone with a secret identity." "He knows who the hunter is, and he's not telling us. His best friends." Merton frowned. "I'm not happy about it either."

---

Tommy drummed his fingers against the counter in the kitchen, waiting for Joelle to pick up. His parents were out at a movie, and Dean was watching Gilligan's Island in the living room. Tommy had changed out of his dirtied clothing and had a glass of milk while talking himself into and out of meeting up with her.

"Hullo?" Joelle's voice was somewhat strained on the other end of the line. "Hey! It's me. Tommy." "Oh. Hey cornbread, what's up? You couldn't wait to see me tomorrow night?" "Uhh.. yeah, something like that. Say, could I head over?"

"Right now? You sure you're not going to break curfew? It's pretty late." "Ha ha. Yes. So is it okay?" "Ahh… Alright, sure. I'll put on some coffee." "Okay, great. I'll uh, I'll be there in ten." "See you soon."

Tommy hung up the phone and ran a hand through his hair. He let out a loud breath and rushed out the back door without saying goodbye to Dean.

---

Tommy put his hands in his back pockets as Joelle ushered him into the apartment.

"Sorry for coming over so late." He could smell the coffee that was half-empty in the kitchen. "It's cool." She looked him over. "What's wrong? You're being awkward again. There's not some weird prom ritual you're going to spring on me now that I've said yes to going is there?" she laughed. "N-no. It's not about prom."

He looked her over, noting the small scratches at the edge of her face from when he'd knocked the mask off. He reached out and touched it gently, frowning. "Yikes." She flinched at the touch, tucking some hair behind her ear. "It's nothing. I just need to be more careful sometimes." Tommy cleared his throat and took a few steps further into her apartment, unsure how to bring it all up.

She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her face into his back. "It's been a long day. It's nice to see you." "Y-yeah, today's been a weird one." Joelle snorted. "Somehow I have a hard time imagining your day being much weirder than mine." "I kept fighting with my friends. They didn't want me getting involved in their plans tonight." "Maybe that's for the best." Joelle let go and walked around to his front. "That Merton kid's kinda strange anyway. And who hangs out with their cousin?" She hooked her fingers into his belt loops.

"Hey, don't do that." "Do what?" she asked too innocently, batting her eyes at him with a little pout. "Don't say crap about them. You don't know them like I do." "Rawr, okay, sorry." She frowned. "Who pissed in your cornflakes?" Tommy sighed. "Like I said, it's just been… a weird day."

"So let's forget about it." Joelle took Tommy's hand and led him to the couch. "Sit down, take a load off." Tommy sat down and ran his hands along his thighs, trying to push the words out that were weighing so heavily on him. Joelle straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "You gotta relax."

Tommy put his hands on her torso as she started kissing his neck. "This isn't why I came here…" He let out a small laugh as her breath tickled him. "So?" "Joelle, I have to tell you something." "If you're about to get mushy on me, don't." She pressed her lips against his. Tommy kissed back and waited until she pulled back to move his hands to her shoulders, keeping the distance between them.

"I saw you earlier." Joelle raised a brow. "Earlier when? I do exist when you're not around." "When you were in that rabbit mask."

Joelle's falsely carefree expression faded to concern. "How do you know about that?" "Look, don't freak out, okay? You know me. You know what I'm like."

"Tommy what the hell are you on about?" She pulled further away from him. He lifted his hands to appear non-threatening, then let himself wolf out in front of her. "Jesus!" She fell backwards off of him and scrambled over the coffee table. She yanked her VCR, cables included, into the air like a weapon. "Don't come any closer!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He stayed exactly where he was sitting, hands still raised. "Well I'm gonna hurt you!" "Joelle, I'm not an evil werewolf." "Do people seriously believe that? You just tell the idiot hunters you're a good monster and they eat it up?" "I'm serious! Merton and I have been fighting all the weird stuff that shows up in Pleasantville since I became a werewolf. I'm not evil."

She nodded in his direction. "Get up. Get out of my apartment. Now." "Joelle…" He stood up, shaking his head softly as his werewolf features receded. "It's just me, Tommy. You don't have to…" He gestured at the electronic equipment in her hand. "...freak out." "Don't freak out?! You're a werewolf!" "A good one! I swear!" Her eyes stung with tears. "I trusted you! I let you into my house, my bed!" "Joelle, I care about you. None of that changes just because I'm a werewolf." He put a hand over his heart. "I'm still me."

"What changes is that you didn't let me decide if I felt comfortable dating a freak before taking me to bed! You've been hiding this from me the whole time!" "Well- You've been hiding that you're a hunter the whole time!" "That's different. I was trying to protect you from…" She gestured at him, sneering. "Monsters." "I'm just a regular guy!" "No, you're not. Get out!"

Tommy backed up toward the door, heartbroken. "I wasn't trying to do wrong by you. I really like you. I just wanted to be your boyfriend." "Tough shit, cornbread. Consider yourself not my type. Do yourself a favor and give up on having a normal girlfriend. Anyone who finds out what you are is going to be just as freaked." "Jo-"

"GO!" She finally threw the VCR, which smashed on the ground right in front of him. "Don't ever talk to me again! Or I'll kill you!" Tommy ran out the door and into the night, his eyes glowing gold as his ears and face changed again.

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Tags: @self-conscious-author

A/N: I wrote this a while back, don't be mad at me, lol. It did make me a little happy when you guessed the plot though.

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Chapter 16 here

Chapters: 1&2, 3&4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

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Masterlist (For all my works)

Updated: February 15, 2022

My list may contain smut. Read at your own risk. Though, some do not. Might give you a lil’ bit of a belly laugh or tears that I somehow have written intentionally because our life is full of angst sometimes and I’m sorry? Hehehe. Once you press the link, you shall receive the warnings that the story may contain. 

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XOXO, (you know you love me)

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SEBASTIAN STAN

GIF drabble

Positive 

Extinction

The Cure

Number Two

CHASE COLLINS (From the movie ‘The Covenant’)

Tiptoe by the window (Smut)

Pacify Her (NSFW) (Part 1)  (Part 2) (Sneakpeak)

BUCKY BARNES (The Avengers)

Supermarket 

GIF Drabble

Lost (Prompt) (Part 2)

Winter’s Gem (Series) (Sneakpeak) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)  (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) 

Mission Report

TJ HAMMOND (Political Animals) 

Fix (Part 1) (Part 2) 

What’s wrong? (Part 1)  (Part 2)  (Part 3)

Tickle My Pickle (NSFW)

Feels like home 

JACK BENJAMIN (Kings) 

Monsters under your bed (Part 1)  (Part 2)

MARTIN WATERS (The Architect) 

GIF drabble 

LANCE TUCKER (The Bronze) 

Chapstick 

Midnight Expeditions (NSFW)

CARTER BAIZEN (Gossip Girl)

Issues

TWINK DAY MANIA (FOR SEBASTIAN STAN)

Request #1

Request #2 

Request #3

CHRIS EVANS

 Barely Alive (Part 2) 

Free Me (Oneshot version)

B & J

HENRY CAVILL

The Shrill (Part 1) 

Free Me (Henry Cavill x you, Chris Evans x you) (Series) (On hiatus)

Sinners in a Pod (Prologue) (Chapter 1) (Future chapters coming soon) 

Pup in the Shotgun Seat (Oneshot)

First Blood (Oneshot)

Third time’s a charm (Short fic) (NSFW 18+) (Prologue)

GERALT OF RIVIA (The Witcher)

Witcher of the Night Masterlist (Multi-chapter aka Series) (Modern era reader who woke up in the dimension of the witcher) (Mutual Pining !Angst! Eventual Smut! Slow burn!) (ONGOING) 

Period Sex with Geralt may include: (Headcanon)

WALTER MARSHALL (Night Hunter/ Nomis)

Holy Milkshakes

STEPHEN COLLEY (I Capture the Castle)

Puppet Strings (NSFW 18+) (Short multi-chapter fic) (1)  

Called Dibs (NSFW 18+) (With Mike from Hellraiser) (Oneshot)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Called Dibs (NSFW 18+) (With Stephen Colley from I Capture the Castle) (Oneshot)

Anime Fandoms: 

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) 

7th Dimension Masterlist (Multi-Chapter Series) (THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN) (Mutual Pining! Angst! Eventual Smut! Slow burn!) (ONGOING) 

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Various WCW, WWF, and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “I Touch Myself”

I actually originally planned on typing and posting this fanfic on Sunday, but Wrestlemania was on that day, and I wondered if I should type a fanfic set at Wrestlemania or what I originally planned on typing, so I typed and posted a fanfic set at Wrestlemania instead.

Also, I typed this fanfic yesterday and wanted to post it yesterday, but didn't have time to finish it, so I'm posting it today.

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In 1996 and 1997, a wrestling company known as WCW had higher ratings than the WWF, and the WWF was once the most popular wrestling company in the world, and even still is today now known as the WWE.

You had signed with the WWF in 1996, and one of the rules you had under their contract is that you weren't allowed to work for other wrestling companies, which was so lame.

You've seen some of WCW, and some of the wrestlers over in WCW are hot and sexy.

You wish you could hook up with some of the hotties over in WCW, but sadly, you can't.

Lousy contract.

So what can you do?

Simple, and I'll explain it later.

When the summer of 1997 was almost over, you were lying in bed one night in a hotel room, with all of the lights in the room turned off.

You thought about how hot some of those men in WCW were and what you wish you could do with them if you were with them.

You had shut your eyes, though you're trying to not fall asleep, and one of your hands had slipped down your thong panties and the pads of your fingers had touched your vulva.

You started picturing and fantasizing about a wrestler in WCW that many people probably have never even heard of, and the reason why is because he was never pushed that much and was booked as a "jobber": someone who makes another wrestler look good, and that wrestler is Jim Powers.

What a cookie cutter sounding wrestling name.

Despite that corny wrestling moniker, Jim Powers is really hot and sexy, so hot, there was even a WCW moment involving him, an Ultimate Warrior knockoff named the Renegade who had ditched his face paint and fried, crunchy hair, a wrestler named Joe Gomez and a skinny twinkish wrestler called Alex Wright walking on the beach together and taking their shirts off.

This moment was obvious fan service for some of the women watching WCW.

When you fantasized about Jim Powers that night, you fantasized of him wrapping his huge, muscular arms embracing you and pulling you close to his chest, and you had lifted your hands and wrapped your fingers atop of his biceps and gently squeezed them.

His biceps were rock hard, and that wasn't the only thing that was rock hard on him (winkwinknudgenudge).

Jim isn't the only hot one in WCW.

One of the more popular wrestlers that was in the biggest, most notorious wrestling faction in WCW; the wrestling faction that would increase WCW's ratings, was Scott Hall, who used to play Razor Ramon in the WWF.

Scott was even hotter in WCW than in the WWF as Razor Ramon, and he'd get even sexier as the 90's were coming to a close.

Scott Hall/Razor Ramon is known for having a very hairy chest, and your brain switched to now thinking about yourself in front of Scott Hall with your face buried in his chest hair, while Jim Powers was standing behind you and had his massive, strong arms wrapped around your waist.

As you were fantasizing about this, the tips and pads of your fingers started gently caressing and stroking vertically up and down your clitoris.

The tip of your finger scratched your clit underneath your clitoral hood, trying to make sure you feel something, and you felt a slight little tickle under that hood.

Rubbing your clitoris isn't the only thing you can rub on your body to make you feel good.

Your other hand slipped underneath your oversized T-shirt you slept in tonight and let the pads and tips of your fingers touch your stomach, where you began to vertically slide and elevate those fingers up your torso.

As you slid your fingers up your flesh, you fantasized about that scenario with your face buried in Scott Hall's chest while Jim Powers was behind you with his arms wrapped around you.

Blood is already rushing to your clitoris fantasizing about this, swelling your clit up and making you even hornier.

Room for one more, honey.

There's another wrestler in WCW who had gotten even sexier when he ditched the face paint, messy hair and even the Ultimate Warrior knockoff gimmick, and that wrestler is the aforementioned Renegade.

The hottest the Renegade ever looked was probably in 1996, before he grew facial hair, so you imagined the way the Renegade looked that year, where, while you have Scott Hall in front of you and Jim Powers behind you, the Renegade is on one of your sides, wrapping his massive, huge muscles around your waist, but not squeezing and hugging onto you too tight.

It's like you're trapped and can't be released from these hot men all over you, but you want this.

It's also almost like these men are shielding and protecting you.

It feels good when you take your clothes off and the air is all over your skin, maybe you can undress tonight and masturbate naked.

These little fantasies are tame and mild, so you decided to make your fantasies get a little bit naughtier.

Lex Luger has crossed over to WCW during the late 90's, and for those who don't know, Lex Luger was promoted by the WWF in 1993/1994 to be the next Hulk Hogan and the next face of the company since Hogan left, and they turned Lex's character into a patriotic, all American hero, except Lex didn't have any of Hogan's charisma and audiences didn't really click with Lex.

Lex eventually joined WCW by the end of 1995, and he actually was kind of sexy.

Lex's body, even during his days in the WWF, was always glazed and slathered in baby oil, and your mind had abandoned the thought of Scott, Jim and the Renegade all around you and switched over to just Lex.

You imagined being with Lex the way he looked in 1996/1997 with his hair hanging down and not wearing a shirt, and you imagined one of your hands caressing baby oil vertically up and down his torso, your palm and fingers feeling the ripples of his muscles on his torso.

You didn't just imagine caressing baby oil on his torso, but also sliding it up and down across his arms as well.

He, meanwhile, is just staring at your hand caressing that baby oil on his body, the baby oil making his body shinier.

Baby oil isn't the only thing that can make someone's skin shinier, and so your mind thought of something else.

This time, your mind began to think of him the way he looked in 1996 and 1997, his hair hanging down and not tied back in a ponytail, his body is stark naked with not a single stitch of clothes on him.

You pictured that Lex in a locker room's shower, where the floor is white little tiles, and you were fantasizing that you were naked in that shower with him, where your hand was caressing and stroking his body with body wash while he stood under a showerhead, the water pouring and washing away the foamy wash off of his washboard abdomen.

When the body wash had evaporated and disappeared off of his abs and trickled down his legs, his abdomen looked shinier, like you had smeared baby oil on his abs.

You didn't just rub his abs with that body wash, but his pecs as well, where, of course, the water had rinsed the foam off of them, his pectoral muscles looking shiny under the buzzing lights on the ceiling.

Lex doesn't really look all that hot with wet hair though, and to be honest, Lex isn't really that sexy or hot of a wrestler.

As you fantasized about Lex, your fingers, especially the pads and tips of them, were crawling up your skin to your breasts, you felt these cold little tingles while your fingers brushed up your skin.

If you had any body hair on your legs and even arms, you're pretty sure the hair on your body would stand up over the sharp feel of your fingers caressing your skin.

Rushes are transmitting to your areolas whilst your fingers elevate up your flesh.

Honestly, these fantasies involving Lex Luger are a bit too tame for your taste, now to go all out wild, what you really want.

Your brain switched to thinking about something else.

This time, you fantasized about a sauna or steam room, and inside that steam room was WCW alumni Scott Hall, the Renegade circa 1996 with his hair hanging down, Jim Powers, Lex Luger circa 1996/1997, Scotty Riggs without facial hair (looking how he did during the last months of '97), Eric Bischoff in January of '97, Joe Gomez, Raven (who just joined the roster and left ECW), Stevie Richards without facial hair, the blond one in this WCW duo called High Voltage, Chris Benoit (yes, THAT Chris Benoit, before he, well y'know...), and maybe even Chris Jericho.

They're not the only ones in this steam room, so is some of the WWF roster: Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley with his hair hanging down, Billy Gunn/RockaBilly with blond hair, Jeff Hardy, Leif Cassidy without facial hair, Marty Jannetty, Brian Pillman in late 1996, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Scott Putski without facial hair, Scott Taylor, Brian Christopher, and these Hispanic wrestlers named Heavy Metal, Hector Garza, Latin Lover and Pierroth without his mask and hair tied back in a ponytail.

You could probably even invite Thurman "Sparky" Plugg in late 1996 and Jeff Jarrett in early 1996 in this fantasy too, though you feel embarrassed to put them in there.

Finally, one wrestling icon you're putting in this fantasy is Rowdy Roddy Piper in during the late 80's and early 90's, when he had long hair and didn't have bangs.

He is kinda cute with long hair.

All of these aforementioned men were sitting in this sauna stark naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around their waists, hiding their genitals, and you entered the sauna, where you were the only girl in that sauna.

You had shed your towel off of your body, revealing you weren't wearing anything under that towel, showing your nude body off in front of them.

After they made some silly wolf whistles at you and had ear-to-ear smiles spreading across their faces, you walked up to these wrestlers and approached them, where they all disrobed themselves and it lead to you getting gangbanged, and you don't mean gangbanged as in being shot with guns, at least not the literal definition of a gun.

Though, how is that even possible?

What can you do if you're gangbanged by 30 men?

Well, you could ride these men's dicks one by one, but that's not really a gangbang, more like running a train.

You could ride one of their dicks while you're sucking on another dick and masturbating 2 other cocks in front of your face while 2 other wrestlers are rubbing the tips and heads of their penises in circles on your areolas and jerking their cocks off, while several other wrestlers are jerking off in front of your face and your hands sometimes take turns to crank up and down their shafts, masturbating them, as well as taking turns to suck on their cocks as well, and each wrestler in that sauna all gets a turn to do that or have that happen to them.

You've had a gangbang like that in the summer of '97, where wrestlers from the WWF and WCW had exercised at the same gym, and you invited the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF to the locker room of a gym, where you had this gangbang with them, and after they had all jizzed, you let who you thought were the sexiest men in WCW to do the same gangbang these WWF men did, and after they jizzed, the last ones you let do the same aforementioned gangbang to you were some other hot men from the WWF.

In fact, those hot men from WCW you had a gangbang with are some of the same men you're fantasizing about tonight.

That was one of the happiest and best days of your life, and probably their lives as well.

That was probably the only time, for now, anyway, where these men from WCW had sex with you.

Either way, you were trying to fantasize about getting gangbanged by the hottest men from the WWF, WCW and even a few hotties from ECW as well in a sauna.

While you tried to fantasize about this, your fingers had reached one of your nipples, which had become erect, and you love the feel of your nipples being rubbed and tweaked, you love that feeling even more than having your clit rubbed.

Thank God you're fantasizing about this at the right time, and the pads of your fingers at your nipple began to rub horizontally left and right, back and forth on your areola.

You actually have pressed your fingers on your clitoris before, and it feels really good, you can feel a little something under your vagina, so as you rubbed your areola, the pads of your fingers this time pressed down on your clitoral hood, pressing until you feel a hard surface under your vagina where you can feel something.

You bit your bottom lip and slightly arched your head back, your toes curled and bunched up, your lips trying to block a moan from being released.

Thank God that you didn't have anyone in bed with you to hear you moan.

Your moans sound more like a gasp than an orgasmic moan, and chills were running down your spine while you masturbated yourself.

You tried to make your fingers vertically rub up and down your clitoris while they were also pressing down on it as well, did it work?

Somewhat, yeah.

Rubbing faster might do the trick in making you cum as well, so you increased the pace when you rubbed your clit, rubbing faster than usual.

You didn't just rub your clit vertically, but also rubbed your clitoris around in circles with the pads of your fingers.

Getting gangbanged by several WWF, WCW and a few ECW wrestlers isn't the only thing that's sexy.

You've been gangbanged in locker rooms several times, and so your mind began to imagine being in a locker room instead, where you're getting gangbanged by these sexy aforementioned WWF, WCW and a few ECW wrestlers that you imagined being gangbanged in a sauna with.

You imagined being stark naked with these aforementioned wrestlers swarming all around you, masturbating several of these wrestlers' cocks in front of your face and tits and taking turns to suck their dicks and lick their shafts, getting their precum and jizz all over your face and breasts and in your mouth, where you swallow their cum.

Plus, you could maybe even ride one or 2 of these wrestler's cocks; one is in your pussy and the other in your asshole.

As you fantasized of this, your fingers on your areola began to switch this time; putting your nipple in between the pad of your thumb and index finger, where you began to tweak and pinch that nipple, turning it a bit.

You tried rubbing your clit even faster than usual fantasizing about this, and you really want something like this.

High pitched little moans are coming out of your mouth, and you hope that the neighbors next door won't hear them.

It's gonna probably take some time until you really do cum.

Your pussy feels like it's getting wetter and wetter and releasing something through the pores of your vagina while you're masturbating, and you're breathing short little gasps as you masturbate yourself.

You haven't been faking your orgasm tonight, you really do feel this way when you're touching yourself, and you keep elevating yourself up more and more.

You've also been trying to stay awake and not fall asleep despite your eyes being closed and eyelids feeling heavy.

Like your nipple, your fingers then began to place your clitoris in between the pads of your index finger and thumb, where you squeezed and pressed your clit together.

You've tried this before, and it feels really good too.

You can feel a little something down there when you're squeezing your clit together.

Goddamn it, you really want some of these hot men from WCW and the WWF right now, but at least when you can have these hot men from the WWF and you've had them many times.

You removed your thumb off of your nipple, and this time, you began to run the tip of your index finger on your areola in circles over and over again.

While these sexual fantasies are pretty hot, are these the perfect gangbangs?

Now some of these men are undeniably hot, like Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall, and Jim Powers, but then there's Brian Pillman, who's the least sexiest out of all of these men.

You're also unsure if you should have Jeff Jarrett and Sparky Plugg in these fantasies, hell, even the name Sparky Plugg is corny (so is his gimmick).

Speaking of fantasies, you've heard of something known as a glory hole, which can sometimes be when someone is in a stall and there's one or more holes drilled in the stalls, and men poke and stick their penises in those holes where someone sucks and jerks those cocks off.

You even tried to recreate a glory hole not once, but twice in the summer of '97.

You imagined yourself in a narrow little stall, like the stall to a changing room, with several holes drilled in the sides, and those holes were filled with the penises of these sexy wrestlers you've been fantasizing about tonight.

In your fantasy, your fingers are wrapped around their shafts and masturbating their dicks, one cock is aiming at your face while another is pointing at one of your breasts, and while you're jerking them off you're sucking and licking on one wrestler's penis and swallowing his precum.

Each of these penises get a chance to get sucked, licked and masturbated in this fantasy, all of their precum gets in your face, in your mouth, down your throat and on your tits, and your hands are scrambling to another penis to pump their cocks quickly.

One thing that you've noticed that feels really good is when you rub your fingers over your clothed clitoris and areola, so your hand vertically elevated up your vagina and exited out of your panties, and lifted your hand out of under your shirt.

The tips of your fingers were a little gooey and wet from rubbing your moist pussy, despite your fingers rubbing your clit, not being up your twat, though you can always clean your fingers off with your mouth.

You placed the tips of your fingers over your clothed breast as well as your fingers over your clitoris shielded by your panties, where you began to vertically rub your fingers up and down your clit whereas your other fingers rubbed horizontally back and forth across your areola covered by your t-shirt this time.

This feels really, really good. If you've never done anything like this, I reccomend it.

The fabric of your panties nudged and attached to your areola and vagina, and you can feel your nipple poking and pointing through your T-shirt.

As you rubbed and masturbated yourself, you continued imagining that glory hole fantasy, imagining you're sucking and licking the hottest wrestler's cock like Shawn Michaels or Jeff Hardy, swallowing his precum, while you're masturbating Scott Hall's dick pointing at your face and jacking off Jim Powers' dick pointing at your tits.

Eventually, your mind drifts to fantasizing of sucking Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall or Jim Powers while jerking off Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, the Renegade or even Scott Putski, and then the aforementioned ones getting their dicks jacked off get their cocks sucked as well.

Don't worry, even the likes of Brian Pillman, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, and others get their dicks sucked and jerked off as well.

You're definitely not fantasizing of sucking and jacking off the really ugly wrestlers like most of the Dudley brothers from ECW, eeeech.

You actually wish you were a man, a gay man even, so that way, you can masturbate and jack off to these sexual fantasies you're having tonight.

One thing you haven't done tonight is try to put your fingers up your twat, maybe you can do that.

You wanna save the best for last; fantasizing about sucking and jacking off the hottest male wrestlers ever.

Maybe they'll make you cum, that's why you're saving the hottest and sexiest ones for last.

You're trying to rub your fingers over your clothed clitoris not just vertically, but horizontally, as well as rubbing your clit around in circles.

You're also rubbing the tips of your fingers over your fabric covered areola around in circles, you can feel your nipple sticking out in the middle.

You rubbed your clit fast and quick, running the pads of your fingers in circles over your clit.

You moaned and gasped while you rubbed your clit, your head arching back and your face and head looking like it's in an orgasmic state.

As you masturbated yourself, you fantasizing of sucking Shawn Michaels' cock, licking up his shaft and swallowing his precum, while you jerked off Rob Van Dam and Scott Hall, your fingers quickly moving to another shaft to masturbate Jeff Hardy, Jim Powers and Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

And in your fantasy, you grabbed another cock and moved it to your mouth, leaving Shawn's dick out of your mouth and sucking on Jeff Hardy or Rob Van Dam or Scott Hall while you jack off Shawn Michaels.

You mumbled and bit your lip, holding your moans back, and then, suddenly, your pussy had creamed, your twat becoming wetter than ever before, gushing your salty, slippery cum.

Your clitoris pounded and throbbed after you had came, and y'know how when you cum and you're a female, sometimes it feels like you've only came a little bit?

That wasn't the case with you.

While you didn't burst like a fire hydrant when you came, you were definitely wet in the panties, and you didn't pee your panties.

Despite that you've finally came, since you didn't get the chance to insert your fingers inside your twat, you lifted one of your hands off of your underwear and slid them down your panties, until your fingers touched your wet, slippery vulva.

Even though you're wearing panties, with your index and middle fingers attached to each other, to tried to insert those 2 fingers up your pussy hole, not your urethra where pee comes out, but the hole many cocks have entered; the hole babies are born from and menstrual blood flows out.

The tips of your fingers slowly were entering and penetrating into your wet twat hole, stretching your walls apart, and when your fingers were inside enough your cunt hole, you began to make those fingers fuck you like it's a penis, your fingers moving back and forth inside your pussy hole.

You didn't just fingerbang yourself, but you also pressed your thumb on your clit, moving your clit around in circles with your thumb, as well as still continued rubbing your fingers on your areola covered by fabric.

As you finger fucked yourself, you fantasized of these WWF, WCW and some ECW wrestlers you thought were sexy "running a train" on you, where they're all waiting in line to fuck you and each of them get a turn one by one.

You eventually got tired of finger fucking yourself, so you slid your fingers out of your twat, your fingers now gooey and sticky, but you moved your thumb off of your clit and started rubbing your clitoris with your fingers.

You rubbed your clit vertically, horizontally, and in circles with the tips and pads of your fingers.

You may as well call it a night right now, and you waited to drift off to sleep while still masturbating yourself.

When you were waiting and trying to fall asleep, you thought of these wrestlers you've fantasized about tonight all rubbing and caressing your naked body with body wash in a locker room shower, lathering your body up with foam, and they all get chances and have their hands traveling all over your body, while your hands are trying to touch on each of their chests and arms as well, rub the foamy body wash on their skin, trying to put your hands on their body parts and vertically caress them.

You have so many hot sexual fantasies with wrestlers that could be porn, and you even acted out some of your sexual fantasies with these professional wrestlers you've fantasized about.

When you woke up in the morning, your hand was still down your panties, though you still didn't continue masturbating when you fell asleep.

Y'know, Cyndi Lauper was one of the reasons the WWF blew up in popularity in the 1980's, she even guest starred in the WWF and had professional wrestlers and wrestling managers in her music videos.

And one of her most notorious songs is a song called "She Bop", about her masturbating.

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I actually tried fantasizing of getting gangbanged by so many hot men from the WWF, WCW and some from ECW (maybe even a few from modern WWE, NXT and AEW too) while I masturbated last night.

#wcw #wwf #ecw #1997 #90s #fanfiction

[celestialflamesme]

| KARMA AND CRAZY MIDGETS | A Venai One-shot Modern AU | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Raidyn Dreyar x Venetia Redfox

Dedicated to @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs (Lol, I can't believe that no-paragraph breaks worked😂 I fooled Tumblr, y'all!😎😆)

You'd think having a town overtaken by the mafia would make people more apprehensive, if anything. But if Magnolians were anything, they were huge (and he simply could not stress this enough) idiots.

Raidyn prided himself in not partaking in anything Fairy-esque which was more than what he could say about some of his colleagues (Yes, they named themselves Fairy 'Tail' of all things! How no one in this town even got the spelling right was beyond him....)

"Did you hear about Fullbuster and that Fernandez chick? They're together now!" Some red head he'd forgotten the name of (What! It was too late to ask her now!) stage-whispered.

"Who? Storm?"

The entire cafe burst into laughter. "Like Storm would even look at a girl that's not Nashi."

Point proven. They!! were!! on!! first!! name!! basis!! (He bet no one in this room even knew his last name, let alone first. Not that it mattered. He liked slinking in the shadows, although it was practically impossible with his snow-white hair)

Geez, did these people have no lives? They were talking about delinquents for Pete's sake! And ones that sure loved messing up the town in their infamous brawls. But did the people care? Nooooo.

Ugh, one more year and he'd be out of this whacked up place. Wiping a tabletop, he forced a smile on his face and pretended to be interested in the topic.

"Cass, I'll have a black and a burger with fries," a voice interrupted. A voice he was very familiar with.

Did he happen to mention that the most annoying one of them all had made this her hangout spot?

At 5'1, you'd think Venetia Redfox would be the least intimidating person ever. But with crimson red eyes and a Devil-may-care attitude that made up for it, no one dared mess with her. She also caused 75% of the fights in town and had a smirk straight out of a Wattpad Bad-boy fanfic.

Boy, did he hate her.

"You're gonna chip it off with that grip, Blondie."

Oh my god, she did not just-

Raidyn shot her a glare and strode to the back of the register, faintly registering a chuckle (Who the hell did she think she was?) before picking up another order.

Little Miss Redfox however sat at a corner table and continued doing whatever the hell she usually did every Tuesday and Friday for 3 hours in a row (he should know, he was there glaring at her at closing time).

But the kicker this time was, at that moment, her phone rang. You have never really seen your world end right before your eyes if you haven't seen a 5 foot psychotic looking delinquent decked in leather that drove in a motorcycle there by the way (How does one willingly ride on a metallic death-trap like that?!) mumble the words 'Cha cha real smooth' and pick up a call with the most deadpan look ever.

Raidyn almost cried. Almost.

"Are you kidding me? Do it yourself! I swear to God, you always do this shit, Dragneel!" She got up from her seat and walked out, just like she looooved doing smack dab in the middle of her classes back at Magnolia High.

Good riddance.

........

He jinxed it. Karma was such a bitch.

Though no sort of karmic revenge could explain the shit he had to go through that week.

First off, he had 4 assignments due in by the end of the week. And turns out that was the exact week his dear red-head colleague decided would the perfect time for a vacation (It's the middle of September, where in hell's name was she planning to go to?)

Guess who had double shifts now?

This clown.

Ugh. Talk about chivalry and all that loyalty shit.

And yes, of course his car had to break down, and the local bus had to change it's schedule, which left him with his last resort: walking 4 and a quarter miles to school (Oh, he found that out the hard way all right) to college. Nashi and the Fullbuster kid (He sure loved walking around shirtless a little too much) decided to brawl (again) and bam, his locker got caught in the crossfire.

In fact things were so overly shitty that he became skeptical come Thursday when the day seemed relatively normal.

"You've been scowling all week, Dreyar. Anything the matter?"

Raidyn snapped out of his reverie and groaned. "Dad, why not just call me by my name like any normal person would?"

"Because that doesn't build-"

"CHARACTER!! WE GET IT!" His mom, Mirajane mimicked with a scowl. "Well, we're just going to get two Happy meals and then we're off, honey!"

He faintly registered Hunter snickering in the background (How immature. Raidyn wasn't one to get embarrassed by his parents. Plus, none of it would ever compare to the Disco Fiasco of 2001. How else do you think he got his car? Sweet, sweet guilt-tripping....)

The day buzzed past but his suspicions only intensified tenfold. (Call him a pessimist, he didn't care) And like a bull in a China shop, a tiny midget Redfox (the one and only) strut in.

Now, he was behind the counter at that moment handling the red-head (he really ought to learn her name someday) so he didn't notice 5 feet of brute strength that climbed up behind him and dragged him (poor, unsuspecting him) into the supply closet.

Oh no, he was not kidding. The supply closet. Of all the places the perpetrator could've-

The lights flickered on and he screeched (What? Any human would!) at the red irises staring determinedly into his own non-red eyes. (Seriously, were those even real?) Raidyn wasn't scared of no judgement, what did scare him (maybe not that much, now that he knew who those belonged to) was Satan's minion and her RED AS FUCK EYES! LIKE SERIOUSLY-

Clearing his throat and trying to salvage some faux dignity after that dramatic display, he grunted, "Touch me one more time and you're-"

"Yeah, yeah I get it, big guy. Look, I need a favour."

Venetia Redfox crossed her arms and stood threateningly in front of the entrance.

Who was she kidding? "Nope," he muttered and swerved right around her and made his way to the counter. (Pipsqueak. She really should've seen that coming.)

And right as he turned right towards the display case, he found her leaning against it with her shoulder, looking bored. "Yes. And now."

How the- PPHIGXUTDUTZUT- HOW DID SHE JUST-

"Parkour." She deadpanned.

Raidyn gave Venetia a long, long look and sighed, striding towards her. Her smirk widened in anticipation as-

He picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE- THIS IS HARASSMENT!!"

"Technically, you cornered me first," he stated matter-of-factly and dropped her on her feet (she looked like a hissy kitten, hmm.) Then proceeding to close the doors at her, he picked up a poster of her (he kept posters of all of them for a day like this. Ah, foreboding luck. He could feel it.) and pinned it onto the front door.

BANNED: VENETIA REDFOX

(Was he even allowed to do that, you might ask, but bah, who cares? Rabid girls are a nationwide threat.)

.................

As he wrapped up and prepared to leave, Raidyn had a niggling feeling he forgot something very, very crucial. Uh-

A body collided onto his own and climbed (I kid you not) him (THE FUCK KIND OF ANIMALS DID MAGNOLIA OWN?) before a tiny, rough hand muffled him. Oh no.

"Yoph kiphing mmph!" Raidyn groaned.

"I need you to teach me how to solve a Rubix Cube."

What. Excuse Raidyn for not knowing, but was Rubix cube some mafia codeword for mafia stuff? Stealing a car, fighting goons, skipping classes or drug dealing? Raidyn Dreyar had a long jail-free life ahead of him, mind you.

BUT SERIOUSLY, SOLVE A RUBIX CUBE?! HOW FRICKING RANDOM WAS THAT?! WHO EVEN TOLD HER HE KNEW HOW TO SOLVE ONE? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THIS GODFORSAKEN TOWN?!!!

(Some might say he really had to stop reading those novels his mom bought. Some might be right. Whatever.)

Back to the topic on hand, he mumbled inaudibly. Her cropped hair tickled the sides of his face as she squinted at him, "What?"

Was she kidding right now? He pointed at her hand covering his mouth and her eyes widened as she let out a nervous laugh. (Geez, talk about stupid.)

He took in a deep breath and shook her off him. She stood there patiently (As patiently as a Redfox could, anyway.) as he straightened his shirt.

"First things first, NO!" And he stalked away.

He registered a groan from behind him and quickened his pace. However, the midget in question managed to propel herself at break-neck speeds and no joke, TACKLED him.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

"GET OFF ME, YOU PSYCHOTIC-"

Karma was such a bitch.

Macao, the guard standing by the parking lot, huffed, "They don't pay me enough for this."

...............

The only reason he was doing this was because she offered to fix up his car. (How did she even know it wasn't starting?) Also because it had been a while since he brushed up on his Rubix skills. Also because he wanted to get rid of the midget before she followed him home. (He figured his mom and dad would ENJOY her presence and replace him with her. He had crazy parents.)

Everyday she'd make sure to meet him (mostly by cornering him in the hallways) and in exchange for these classes, she'd work on his car at the weekend.

The first time she came over to his house (to work on his car, but he didn't know that) was rather embarrassing because he kinda sorta thought she was a burglar and locked his garage, yelling at the top of his lungs. His dad, Laxus came out with a taser (Dad sure loved his tasers.) Of course, when he finally opened the garage doors, he was met with an unimpressed look from the Redfox in question. (God, he was such a drama queen.)

The midget had a lot of trouble twisting her hands at the beginning of her sessions and he loved teasing her about her 'butter fingers' every time she accidentally flung the cube across the room or out the window in one rare occasion.

You know, she was kind of fun to have around.

"And that's the algorithm! You're all done!" He cheered, glad to have this behind him.

"Geez, you don't have to sound that excited to get rid of me." Venetia teased.

"What? No....." He feigned innocence.

"D'aww, admit it, you enjoyed my company."

"Please, more like I was scared for my life." He mumbled. She snorted.

"Catch you later, alligator."

Did she just- "NO WAY, JOŚE!" (That was lame even for him. Gosh dang it, she was laughing at him....)

Fricking Redfox.

......................

That weekend, Raidyn thought he deserved a good ol' evening out with his friends/colleagues (technically it was the manager that suggested it and he tagged along for the heck of it. He wasn't much of a social person, per se.)

He guessed Karma was still on a streak when Venetia Redfox entered the very same place they'd chosen for karaoke night and sat herself on one of the tables in front of them. And proceeded to order nothing.

The raven-head didn't even have her notebook (that always made her look disarmingly tiny) or her phone. Oh well, she must've been waiting for someone.

As the hours passed, he found himself exceedingly irritated for no reason.

"Who in their right mind would stand up The Venetia Redfox?" His colleagues whispered (rather loudly, according to him) and she just tapped her fingers away, oblivious to it all.

Fine, whatever.

"Sup." He towered over her and greeted, moving to take a seat next to her.

She blinked at him.

Okay, you couldn't exactly judge him. She was a regular and tipped good and people were being annoying about her and oh, her tapping was distracting and he had a massive headache coming. That's all. Simple as that.

"Don't you have better shit to do?" Red irises stared at him impassively.

"What are you doing here by yourself?" He asked coolly.

"Well, Nashi was supposed to-"

"I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M-" Both tilted their heads just in time to see Nashi ram into the glass doors. The now groaning pinkette was sprawled on her butt in front of the entrance. "Fricking doors."

"That's her." Venetia deadpanned. Raidyn shook his head sympathetically.

"Heyo Ven! Heh, kinda lost track of time beating Frostbite at Mario Kart," her doe eyes scanned him. "Raidyn! I didn't know you guys were friends!" She grinned.

Raidyn gave her a two-finger salute in greeting.

Nashi's eyes suddenly widened in realisation. "YOU'RE TEACHING HER THE RUBIX?!"

"Uh..."

"Yup." Venetia smirked. "He's a great teach. His parents have taken me in as their own."

"WAIT! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?! HOW WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS?!"

"Just like that, Blondie. What can I say? It's the charm," She grinned at his bewildered face.

"You guys are all ready for the challenge then?" Nashi wiggled, now nervous, "Ven, I didn't mean to drag you into this, but Clint was-"

"It's cool, dumbass." Venetia shrugged. "Ain't your fault that they're dipshits."

At his confused look, Nashi clarified, "People like picking on us just because we're Fairies and held to the same standards as our parents. This frat dude decided he had to prove he was smarter than the Fairies and decided to pick a Rubix cube challenge of all things." She rolled her eyes. "Bet he taught he was real original thinking that one up."

"Bet he did." Storm scoffed. (Wait, what?)

"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"

"From- the front door?" Storm scratched his head in genuine confusion. (As if Raidyn was the weird one that sneaked up behind people like a stalker!)

Nashi facepalmed. "Why the heck are you here, Frostbite?"

"Just like that."

"Gosh, you're so annoying."

"Wanna say that to my face, Flamebrains?!" Storm yelled. (Oh, not again....)

"Guys, please don't...." Raidyn said, but both didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

"I SAID YOU'RE ANNOYING! FIGHT ME!" She threw a punch at him and before he knew it both were throwing napkin holders and vases at each other.

Venetia seemed to be enjoying the show, and pulled him to the back of the room, "This might take a while," she stated. "Wanna grab a milkshake?"

Well, he was kind of craving one. "Why not?"

..................

Today was the day of Venetia's challenge and Raidyn found himself nervous.

"You sure they won't wreck the place?" He grumbled for the umpteenth time.

Venetia groaned. "Do you have no faith in my abilities, Dreyar?"

"Nope. None whatsoever."

She raised an eyebrow, "Shame on you, then. I wouldn't let a good friend lose his job on my behalf. Dally ho, now!" She cheered.

He blinked at her, giving her a small reluctant smile. "Kick ass, Ven."

She tilted her head toward him and gave him a grin that knocked the breath out of him. "Thanks, Raidyn."

Shit. When did- when did she get so pretty?

"Look who we have here. You sure you're in the right place, Redfox?" A voice condescended. The owner of the voice was a grimy looking kid that looked like one of those middle-school spelling-bee losers that bragged about it whenever they met someone new.

"Clint." Venetia deadpanned.

Raidyn broke out into a fit of laughter, making 'Clint' (What kind of sad name was that?) glare at him. (Oh please, Little Clint was totally quaking in his boots! Why'd he even bother coming?)

"Let's begin then! Pick a shuffler." Clint drawled.

Venetia picked Nashi while Clint, after a moment of deliberation, picked one of his gang-mates (What did they call it? The Math club?)

"You may begin."

Both Nashi and the grimy dude shuffled for the better of 15 seconds. Clint just scoffed and clicked like a pretentious know-it-all, making comments like, "You're making it easier by shuffling harder, you know. Make it tougher for me, Nashi dear."

Raidyn had to give it to the pinkette, he would've smacked the teen by now.

"Okay," the referee, Storm cheered, (even though he looked like he was ready to kill Clint) "Timer starts, NOW!"

Both twisted and turned the cube furiously, Venetia sticking her tongue out in concentration while the teen twisted his arms like a man possessed.

"I'M DONE!" Venetia dropped the cube with a thud onto the table. "How's that for a Redfox?"

"E-excuse me? That's insane! It's only been," Clint checked the timer like the sore loser he was, "31 seconds!"

"Too bad," she smirked. (Well shit, that was hot...)

"I demand a rematch!"

Nashi moved to protest, but Venetia silenced her with a hand, "Whatever you say, kid..."

"This time, we swap cubes!" He whined like the little weasel he was.

3 minutes later, the rematch began and Venetia plopped her cube on the table with a glare.

"You think you're smart giving me a faulty cube, don't you?"

"And I'm done!" The weasel had the nerve to say. "I don't know what you're talking about Venetia, I used the same cube and it worked just fine. Maybe it was a stroke of luck on your part the first tim-"

He couldn't finish his tirade because Raidyn took that opportunity to check the cube (He didn't have to though, he believed Venetia enough to know she wouldn't make up excuses.) and yeeted it at his face like he'd been itching to do from the moment he saw the turd.

"YOU IDIOT! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS-"

"GET HIM!"

"OH NO, YOU DON'T!" Nashi growled, "I'M ALL FIRED UP NOW!"

Oh dear.

Okay, maybe the fight wouldn't get too big, these were scrawny kids after a-

Yeah, Nashi Dragneel just flipped a table on them.

There goes his job.

"GO, NASHI!" His manager cheered. (Okay, thank God this town was crazy.) "Raidyn! You can take the day off, kid. Have fun!"

Storm chose that moment to enter after his momentary toilet-break. "I WAS GONE FOR 3 MINUTES, WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL?!"

"JOIN US, STRIPPER!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

Venetia, unbothered by the chaos behind her, pulled him by the arm, her eyebrows furrowed at him, "Well, I tried. But hey, looks like you still have your job. That's a win, right?" She scratched her neck, laughing.

He sighed, putting caution to the wind. This was Ven after all. "Ice-cream date? My treat for today's win."

A smile erupted on her face, "Only if we take my bike there."

.............

Bonus (That no one asked for):

"Okay, so you have to grip it right. Not too tight. Just enough to nudge it in the right direction." Venetia explained, from where she was seated in front of him on the death tra- bike.

Raidyn nervously laughed, "I've got this in the bag, I don't know what you're worried about." The tilt in his voice gave away his panic, however. She raised an eyebrow.

"Humor me then."

Okay.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

GO!!

"DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES, YOU IDIOT!!" Venetia screeched. She reached over and took over the handlebars just in time as they nearly crashed into a tree Raidyn was headed for.

He got off the bike and tripped, falling face-first on the ground. Fricking Jelly-legs. "I am never riding that death trap again." Raidyn groaned.

"What the heck?!" Venetia questioned, bewildered. "How'd you even get your driver's ed with such sucky basics?"

"IT'S A DEATH TRAP, THAT'S WHY!!"

"OF COURSE IT'S A DEATH TRAP IF YOU'RE NOT LOOKING WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!"

"Fight me Ven, I'm never getting on that thing again!"

"Too bad, I have to drop you back home too." The sneaky devil dared smirk at his plight.

Fricking Karma.

He wouldn't have it any other way, though.

.............

#raidyn dreyar #venetia redfox #shutora redfox #venai #gale #miraxus #fairy tail #ft next generation #venetia x raidyn #nashi dragneel x storm fullbuster #nashi dragneel #storm fullbuster #modern au #rubix cube #bad boy remake

[sleepdeprivedsloth]

fandom list

!! All fanfics I write are going to be sfw and (unless specified otherwise) will include platonic tickling !!

Please keep in mind that my level of interest for these fandoms and certain characters in them will vary from time to time. I’ll make sure to update this post whenever I feel my interests shift. The fandoms below with bolded names are the ones that I am currently obsessed with.

currently willing to write for:

Haikyuu

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

not writing for, but love to talk about:

Gravity Falls

Luca

Marvel (MCU)

Miraculous Ladybug

Secret Magic Control Agency

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Star vs the Forces of Evil

The Promised Neverland

Toradora

#fandom list #tickle community

[nekoma-not-lee]

Info Page

Hi there! I’m a fanfic writer for the tickle community! Message me for requests!

Here are the fandoms I am willing to write for as of right now! Just because I don’t list some of the fandoms you know doesn’t mean I haven’t seen them, all you have to do is ask about if I’ve seen a fandom and we can certainly chat about it, just doesn’t mean I’ll write for it at that time. These are only the ones I’m still currently interested in, I’ve removed the ones that I’m not really interested in anymore.

Assassination Classroom (completed anime) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Blue Exorcist (completed anime) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Boyfriends (not completed) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Creepypasta (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Danganronpa Another Episode - Ultra Despair Girls (completed game) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Danganronpa - Trigger Happy Havoc (completed game/anime) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Danganronpa V3 - Killing Harmony (completed game) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Date A Live (headcannons and fic requests open)

Death Note (completed anime) (the ending doesn’t exist, shush) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Demon Slayer (completed anime) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Fate/Stay Night (completed anime) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (completed all games) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Genshin Impact  (currently in Inazuma, still haven’t been able to beat Ei) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Haikyuu (finished seasons one and two) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Honkai: Star Rail (only up to the point of the first world in the underground, headcannons and fic requests open!)

How to Train Your Dragon (completed all movies/series/shorts) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Hunter x Hunter (headcannons and fic requests open! But only for Killua, Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio)

Ikimen Vampire (headcannons and fic requests (only for Napoleon) open!)

Kagerou Project (Kano best boi and Kido best gurl(although Takane used to be best gurl, until-)) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Miraculous Ladybug (headcannons and fic requests open! Idk why this wasn’t on here until now (January 4, 2024) but it’s here now XD)

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Murder Drones (headcannons and fic requests open!)

My Hero Academia (headcannons open!)

My Little Pony (still need to watch season 8) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Mystic Messenger (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Obey Me - Shall We Date? (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Omori (headcannons open, fic requests open (as long as there’s no spoilers :D))

Pokémon Journeys (mmmmm Horus x Goh for life)

Pokémon Scarlet & Violet (only played Scarlet so far, and Nemona gives me a gay panic, also the fact that her name is ONE LETTER OFF from mine is hilarious to me)

Pokémon Sun & Moon (I stan Gladion, Lillie, and Hau- oh and Lusamine)

Pokémon Sword & Shield (only played shield so far, Marnie gives me a gay panic)

Super Danganronpa 2 - Goodbye Despair (completed game) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Tears of Themis (headcannons and fic requests open)

The Amazing Digital Circus (headcannons open!)

Tokyo Ghoul (finished it all multiple times) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Vampire Knight (completed anime) (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Voltron (newer one) (completed the anime) (season 8 doesn’t exist, just let it go-)(headcannons and fic requests open!)

Witch’s Heart (headcannons and fic requests open! Also totally open to rambling about it <3)

You and Me and Her - A Love Story (headcannons and fic requests open!)

Your Turn to Die (headcannons and fic requests are fully open!)

Have a wonderful day everybody~

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That’s what friends are for (HxH)

Summary: Gon was upset about a previous battle how he felt useless when he wasn’t able to defeat an enemy to protect his friends, feels like a bad person his friends notice and help him realize his friend don’t think he’s a bad friend because of that.

Author’s Note: i know it’s a gif from the 1999 one but you should still get the gist (I love the way everyone says Killua in the 1999 one 😂😂)

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After the Phantom troupe attacked the Cemetery Building they decided to hangout together like when they first met before kurapika has to go back to his boss.

They were in a hotel in Yorknew Leorio and kurapika were chilling in their room when Killua came in.

“Hey guys” Killua says Leorio looks and doesn’t see Gon “Hey Killua where’s Gon” he asked.

Which made kurapika look up from the book he was reading “Yeah where is Gon normally you guys are together ” Kurapika states.

“Oh I woke up early for some odd reason and he was still sleep so I went skateboarding to kill some time” he answered.

“Oh I see” Kurapika understands “Well we should check on him” Leorio recommends.

“Yeah we should” kurapika agreed as he followed leorio and Killua out of their room.

“Hey we should walk around and explore YorkNew “Killua suggested “Yeah that would be nice” Leorio agrees “Yeah pretty sure gon will agree” kurapika also agrees.

“Room 506” Killua reads as he puts the key in the lock.

They walk into Gon and Killua’s room to see Gon still in the bed.

“Hey Gon” Leorio says happily, no response “Uh Gon?” Kurapika says slightly confused as he turns the room lights on “Is he still sleep?” Kurapika turns to killua as they start to walk over to the bed.

“Hey gon?” Killua says softly as he pulls the covers slowly off of him revealing Gon .

“Oh hey guys what’s up?” He said trying to sound like he usually would. Kurapika and Killua notices how red gons eyes are “Gon what’s upsetting you” Killua says sitting down on the bed

“Oh nothing what we’re you going to say” he smiles half-heartedly at them as he sits up “That’s not important now we want to know what made you sad” Leorio retaliates

“ Leorio is right you’re eyes are red and we know that you’ve rested up the only other reason was from tears” Kurapika explains

“Gon what’s bugging you?” Killua ask as he puts his hand on his shoulder gon tucks his knees to his chest and looks away from them. Then kurapika thinks about their previous fight

“I-.....I’m sorry you guys” he apologized as he starts tearing up “What did you do?” Leorio says confused “I’m sorry for not being able to help you and Killua last night I froze up while you guys were on the verge of death” he confessed as tears ran down his face.

“Gon...” Killua says understanding what he felt “And I made kurapika go past his limit while he was severely injured... I-I’ve been a bad friend even worse a bad hunter” struggling to say.

Killua,Kurapika,and Leorio look up at eachother trying to figure out what to do to cheer him up when Killua gets and idea and looks back at Leorio and Kurapika.

Kurapika and Leorio look at eachother trying to figure out what his idea is “ugh” Killua rolls his eyes “remember what he does to cheer us up” he whispers quietly as he possibly could they look back at eachother and gasp in realization then look at back at Killua giving him the go then they pounce on him.

“AHH y-you guys what was that for?” Gon says sad but confused as Leorio pinned his arms while Kurapika pinned his ankles.

“What did I tell you about sulking over mistakes” Killua says cheekily as he starts poking at gons sides“Killuahaha s-stohohop it what are yohohohohu guys doing gehehet off” he says through his giggles “sure but you have to promise us something” Kurapika says ���Hahaha whahahat is it” he giggled “you have to promise to not call yourself a bad friend or hunter” kurapika says sounding somewhat demanding.

“Got it Gon” Leorio chimes in “or else this will happen every time” Killua teases as he starts scribble gons stomach “killuAHAHAHA NAOHOHOHO IM SORREHEHE AHAHAHAHA!” he screeched.

Killua stopped for a second leaving Gon breathing heavy “you never answered my question” Killua says trying to intimidate him.

”I hehehehe AHH KURAHAHAHPIKAA NAOHOHOHOHO EHEHEHE *squeals* AHAHAHA ST-STAHAHAP!” Gon squeals as kurapika takes down his feet.

“You never answered my questions either” kurapika teases as he stop.

“You guhuys are ehevil” he giggled “Oh so we’re evil hUh? I’ll show you evil” Leorio jokes as he starts to knead into Gon’s ribs.

“WAHAHAIT ihi I’m SAHAHREhehe” Gon laughs regretting what he said “tell me Gon what did I tell you about sulking over mistakes” Killua demanded for an answer before rapidly squeezing his sides “KIlluahahahAha said to nohot thIHIHINK abohout it!” He managed to answer.

“And what did I say” kurapika sang going back to raking his feet.

Gon lost it.

“AHAHAHAHA IHI *squeal* PROMISEHEHEH PLEHEHEHSE IHI *snort* PROMISEHEHEHE AHAHHAHA!”

“Do you think Gon wants a raspberry” kurapika teasingly asks “ i dunno” Killua answers acting clueless “he still looks like he’s sad” Leorio jokingly pouts.

“DOHOHON’T AHAHAHA WAHAHAHAHIT STAHAHAP IHI HAPPY IHIM HAPPEHEHEHE!”

“Don’t wait? Ok” Killua says before he inhaled and blowed a fat raspberry on Gon’s stomach.

Leorio and kurapika came to a quick halt Gon barley getting time to catch his breath before Gon immediately falls back into deep laughter again while Killua blew small raspberries.

“Haha Killua let him breath” Leorio says as him and kurapika get off of him “Thanks you guys” Gon thanked them “Gon you don’t need to thank us that’s what friends are for” kurapika stated “yeah Gon besides we all wouldn’t have became friends if not for you” Leorio adds.

“haha you snorted hahahaha”Killua laughs a him “Shut up Killua it wasn’t even funny ”Gon says blushing a little “haHAHAHA he sounded like a pig AHAHAHA!”

“Oh yeah you think ihit’s funny hUH? I’ll give you something to laugh at” Gon says as he pounces on Killua and starts tickling his ribs.

“Huh? AHAHAH GOHON YOU JEHEHERK STAHAHAP!” “No you wanted to laugh so I’m giving you something to laugh about” he reminds him.

“Well at least he’s happy” Leorio says relived “Leorio you sound so out of character” Kurapika chuckles “Oh I’ll show you how out of character I can be” Leorio says teasingly before pouncing on him.

Starting to drill into kurapikas hips “ah leOHORIOHO NAOHOHO!”

“Apologize Killua” Gon demands IHIHI CAHAHAN’T HAHAHAHA” “Fine I see I’m being to nice” he teases “NAOHOHOHO IHIM SAHAHARRY IM SORREHE!” he pleaded as gon stopped.

“Thanks for bringing me back to my senses Killua ” Gon says happily “ah you’re so embarrassing idiot” he says avoiding to look a Gon.

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