#then it poked its head up like Gotcha!

[bimobuddy]

how ticklish is soft Val?

if very, what about Vox tickles HIM this time?

Very, and he loves it

So for a bit of context, I hc that Soft!Val has both antenna. It's not specified how canon!Val lost the plumage on one side, but I'm pretty sure it is canon that he did have both at one point, so I'm just gonna go ahead and create a Soft!Val au where he kept both, and doesn't wear his wings like a coat, thank you

This is kind of short, sorry ^^"

Softie

coming up with titles is fun /s

CW: Restraints and suggestive jokes, but nothing explicit happens

Lee!Val, Ler!Vox

Summary: Val asked for this (I didn't know what else to write, I'm sorry, it's just affection basically)

Val tugged at his wrists, experimentally. "You know, if you wanted to have sex, you could have just said so." He joked. He felt the bed dip in as Vox sat next to him.

"The cuffs are for my safety, dumbass," the host replied, delivering a sharp poke to the side, "You have four arms and you're twice my size. Not to mention you tend to thrash, and I can easily get tossed across the room. Plus, I just got my screen repaired. This shit isn't cheap."

Vox reached up and removed Val's heart shaped glasses, folding them carefully and setting them aside. He didn't want them to get broken. He also didn't miss the way Val had leaned his head forward a bit, craving the touch. So he fully cupped his cheeks and held his face.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Val nuzzled his face into Vox's hand for a bit. "Mhm." He hummed in confirmation.

With that, Vox let go of his partner's face and hovered his fingers under Val's lower set of arms, smirking when the moth tensed up. Looking up, the host could see that he was already grinning, head turned away and eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

Well he couldn't keep him waiting, could he?

He could, actually.

A few moments went by before Val opened his eyes and saw his asshole of a boyfriend grinning back at him, just hovering his hands over him.

"Vox!"

"Yes~?"

"Juhust start! .. Please?"

Vox chuckled. "Well, since you asked so nicely~" He started to make a clawing motion, lowering his hands closer and closer to his sides.. Before suddenly reaching up and running Val's fluffy antennae through his fingers, instead. "Gotcha~"

Val jolted and immediately broke out into frantic giggles from how wound up he had been from the anticipation. "Jahahackass!" His cheeks heated up, and his antenna reflexively tried to fold back, the same way an animal would fold its ears.

"Poor Vally-Val, you're so ticklish aren't you?" Vox teased, moving one clawed hand down to skitter at the ribs between Val's sets of arms, causing him to jerk away. "And you love it, don't you? You love having my attention. You love being able to just laugh like this, don't you?"

He brought both hands down to gently scritch down his sides, grinning as Val arched his back and started actually laughing.

Val was shaking his head, the teasing making him incredibly flustered. "Shh- hahahaha! Shuhuhut uhup! Dohon't tahahalk!" He giggled out, his antennae fully folded back now. His wings had even started to softly flutter against the bed underneath him.

"Oh you want me to stop talking? You want me to just tickle you in complete silence like a weirdo?" Vox chuckled, skittering across Val's tummy, making him squeak and press himself back into the bed.

"You don't want me to say things like 'tickle tickle tickle tickle~?'"

"Nohoho!"

"What about, 'gitchy gitchy goo~?'"

"Vohohox!"

"Not even," Vox leaned in closer, whispering, "tkltkltkltkltkl-"

Val's cheeks went red as he tried to jerk away, laughing harder from how flustered he was.

Vox gently dug his fingers under his upper set of arms, chuckling a little when the moth tried to yank his arms down, only for them to be stopped by the restraints. "Wow, I think the teasing makes you extra ticklish, honey. Does it? Do you get extra tickly when I tease you?"

Val was giggling hard, all four of his arms pulling now as he arched his back up off the bed. "Vohohox! Yohou're beheing mehean!"

"You think I'm being mean? Baby, this is mean." The TV demon reached back and gently kneaded his claws into Val's hip bones, right into where they dipped in.

Val let out the loudest squeal Vox had ever heard and started to beat his wings and drum his legs against the bed, cackling.

"AH! HAHAHAHAHA! FUHUCK Y- GIHIVE! STOHOP!"

Vox did as he was asked and pulled his hands away. As Val went limp, panting and giggling, he reached up and cupped his cheek again. "You alright?" He asked. He knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure.

Val nodded, once again leaning his head into the touch, nuzzling his partner's hand, occasionally letting out moth-like squeaks that made Vox's heart melt. "I'm great."

The host set to work, releasing Val's wrists, only to immediately get latched onto and yanked down for cuddles, practically swallowed up by two large, red wings.

He dimmed his screen for Val's sake, and relaxed, knowing they'd be laying there for a while.

#tickle community #tickle fic #tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #ler!vox #lee!valentino

[takami-takami]

Roost and Repair.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. comfort.

warnings— anxiety (could be from anything). keigo taking care of you.

If someone were to ask you what your plans are this Saturday afternoon, you'd internally answer, "rotting away, probably."

Externally, you'd say, "not much, how about you?"

It's a sickening twist of the tongue to utter such falsities; you never did enjoy burying the truth. But you'll be damned if you let the tides of others' perceptions and social regulations singe your exposed nerve endings; like cheap wiring, frayed and lighting with the most unpleasant sparks at the utterance of a word or glance your way.

It's a lot easier to simply shut and latch all three locks on your bedroom door instead, to cover your body with the heaviest comforter you can find in order to insulate your raw wiring in at least some capacity.

It's fucking June. You can see the waves of heat eminating from the light of the sun through your open window; yet here you are, bundled up like it's the peak of December.

You would be sweating from the adrenaline regardless, you remind yourself.

You swear to God, if a single soul decides to lift a knuckle against your door, you'd lose what little grasp you have on–

Tap, tap, tap-tap, tap, goes the glass of your window; and it sounds like a lifeline, instead.

Cloaking yourself in your quilt, your bare feet hop off the matress and meet the carpet. You drag the hem of the blanket behind you along the floor as you make your way to unlatch the lock.

"Heyo," Keigo sings, clutching the pane above his head with both hands and swooping in feet first. He lands in your room like he just finished a somersault. Waltzing inside, he pops the joints of his neck as he stretches like a cat. "Got off patrol early on a Saturday, can you believe it? Flew straight over to see my favorite– oh."

He blinks at you, studying the stiff way you tremble as you look at him; like a sad, wet dog.

"Baby. It's burning up outside," he reminds you, tone taking a stark shift. "Are you sick? You don't look so good."

Gloved palms tap up your arms while he looks you over, removing one glove so he can place the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature.

You snort. "Not sick, Kei."

His eyes trail down. Your thumbs are working themselves into a frenzy against your cuticles.

Realization falls over his face and he mouths a silent oh. His right hand darts down to his coat pocket, pulling out some fidget toys and placing them with reverence in your palm. He closes your hands around it.

"Thank you, Kei," you squeak out, twisting the plastic this and that way, wringing your irritability dry against the little outlet instead.

"I gotcha, sweetpea," he says. Two palms, one gloved and one bare, reach out before him to make grabby hands in a silent request; and just as his feathers twitch with hope, you spring forward into his arms, wrapping your legs snug across the small of his back.

He coos, nuzzling against your neck while he walks you back to bed. Three feathers dart their way past while he walks. One retrieves two bottles of water from the kitchen, another turning on the AC. The third feather pauses in your bedroom, taking care in its selection of the perfect plushie for you to hold on to.

"Don't gotta put up a front around me. I can see right through you," he teases, pulling his head back to poke once at your nose.

You scrunch it in mock offense, sending a jolt right through his beating heart.

"I know I don't," you assert.

"And I know you won't," he answers.

A pause drapes over the room as you reach your bed. "Anything you need from me, dove," he asks, not bothering to pry your body from his when he sits down.

"Mm. Just you being here s'good.. It's awful today, Kei," you explain easily, letting your shoulders down.

Keigo hums. It's a low, empathetic sound that drums against your ears and rumbles within the cavity of your chest. You can practically feel it insulating the exposed wires, can feel his voice soothing the ache with its warm timbre.

Keigo, more than anyone else, knows you don't want to be percieved. You want to be seen.

With a single kiss atop the crown of your head, he sighs in contentment.

He'll always be grateful for the opportunity to protect you.

#kei immediately calling to light when he senses something is wrong. immediately talking about it. immediately going protective mode. wah. #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #mha x reader #mha imagines

[eco-lite]

Miss @dianeduane did it again with Doctor’s Orders. Here are some choice sillies:

[Text ID: “Good morning,” Spock said. Kirk took a second to flash a grin at Bones; sometimes Spock’s formality could temp you to laugh. “Are you members of the species called the Ornae?” There was another tremor of movement through the layered circles of creatures, and then a sound: something scratchy, not quite the “insect: sound that Kirk had heard before. The Bridge’s Translator circuitry immediately cut in and rendered the sound as oddly high-pitches laughter. One of the creatures in the front circle shook itself all over and, still shaking, moved very, very slowly toward Spock. He didn’t move a muscle. The creature put out a long slender pseudopod, gleaming in the sunshine like suddenly blown glass, and poked Spock’s boot with it. Then it made the scratchy sound again, more laughter, and said a word: “Gotcha!” It jumped back to its place. All the other creatures began to echo the scratch-laughter. Spock looked around him with mild bemusement. “Captain,” he said, “I suspect we have found a kindergarten at recess, or something similar.” End ID]

Spock interacting with baby jello aliens. 🥹

[Text ID: When Spock arrived on the Bridge, McCoy was so utterly glad to see him that he was tempted to jump up and hug him. Instead, he just said, “Spock, your damn scanner’s gone on the fritz again.” Spock favored him with an expression that was skeptical at best. “Doctor,” he said very gently, as if to a brain-damage case, “that hardly seems likely. Nonetheless, I will run some checks.” End ID]

This was just cute. It takes a lot of emotional turmoil for Bones to want to hug Spock. And this was only the beginning lol.

[Text ID: “And by the way,” McCoy added, “can I at least have a restroom break?” Spock nodded. “Give the conn to Lieutenant DeLeon,” he said, “but don’t be away too long. Though,” he added, from just inside the turbolift, I believe the Captain would say, ‘You should have gone before we left.’” End ID]

Peak Spones dynamic.

[Text ID: “And see if you can get Uhura away from her business downstairs. I need some advise.” “Right, Doctor.” End ID]

It just made me really happy that the first person Bones wanted to strategize with and ask for advise was Uhura. She’s such an underrated and underutilized character, but she had a lot of great moments in this book.

[Text ID: “We’re going to have a department heads’ meeting in a while, I guess,” McCoy said to Spock, “and record it and send it along to Starfleet.” “I would not do that,” Spock said, sitting down at his station and dropping a couple of tricorder tapes into one of its reader ports. “Call the meeting, certainly. We must intensify our search for the Captain. But Starfleet does not require the details of our decision-making process. Also,” and there was a slight glint of humor in his eye as he glanced over his shoulder at McCoy, “there’s no point in giving the, ah, bureaucratic elements at Starfleet any more insight than necessary into how we arrive at our decisions.” “How I arrive at my command decisions, you mean,” McCoy said. Spock nodded. “The bureaucratic mind,” he said, “will find some way to meddle if at all possible. If faced with a decision-making process that they find too…original…” “Too intelligent, you mean. Or too consultative.” “Precisely. Under such circumstances, you could find yourself issued orders which you would be required to carry out, but which would be most…distasteful.” “You mean stupid.” “I believe I said that,” Spock said. “Though perhaps not in so many words.” End ID]

Bashing Starfleet party! 🥳

[Text ID: “We have no diplomatic recourses,” said Spock, “since as yet there is no diplomatic agreement. Starfleet will doubtless suggest some kind of display of force.” “They can just go to bed early on that one,” McCoy snapped. “These people barely understand the concept of death or injury, as far as I can figure out. I don’t want to be the one to teach them what it means.” End ID]

Bashing Starfleet pt. 2, plus I admire Bones’ compassion.

[Text ID: Spock’s expression was calm, but there was warning hidden in it. “If we are successful in finding the Captain,” he said, “Starfleet may well forgive you that…eventually. If not…your career in Starfleet may be short.” “That’s as may be,” McCoy said. “I have oaths to follow, the same as they do. The discipline of the service be damned.” He paused, and then said, “We have stopped recording this briefing, haven’t we?” “No one will hear,” Spock said, “what was certainly a casual remark made after the meeting proper.” He looked at Uhura. “Of course not,” she said to Spock. “I’ll just look around and see if I can’t find my sewing scissors.” End ID]

Cover up the evidence! I love them so much.

[Text ID: Two pages. The first page says: “—we thought we would stop and investigate.” Now, McCoy though, he waits to see if I tell him to get out of here. “Well, you’re more than welcome here, Commander,” he said. “Four planets, no waiting. Make yourself right at home.” Commander Kaiev actually blinked. McCoy had a hard time keeping his face straight, but managed it somehow. Now he lets us know that he would have anyway, he thought. “So we have done,” said Kaiev, with a sort of air of jovial threat that McCoy had to admire. “We shall send down landing parties to investigate the planet.” “Well, go ahead,” McCoy said. “But I should warn you, some things are pretty weird down there. We’ve lost some people in odd ways. Trees eating them, mostly.” The Bridge crew all looked at McCoy in fascination. He ignored them. “But don’t mind that,” McCoy said jovially. “You go ahead down there, have a good time. Our people will show you around, if you like.” An expression of suspicion did not so much creep across Kaiev’s face as run across it, shouting and waving placards saying I don’t believe you, you’re up to something! McCoy was delighted, and kept his own face straight. “No thank you, MahKhoi,” Kaiev said. “We will manage our own investigation of this planet. Shall we speak further on this?”Or in other words, ‘Wanna fight?’ “No, heavens, why should we?” McCoy said, waving a hand languidly. “You go right ahead. But listen,” he added, “you watch out for those trees, now. And the rocks.” He leaned forward a little as he said the word, and waggled his eyebrows at the Klingon. The second page says: “I must ask you. What has happened to Kirk?” McCoy paused for a moment, then sighed heavily and leaned back in the center seat again, looking down. “I killed him,” he said. “In a duel. Very sad.” And he looked up then, and gave Kaiev a long cool look from under his brows. “I do so hate killing my friends,” he said. Kaiev looked at him for a long moment. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, McCoy sighed again and said, quite cheerfully, “At any rate, Commander, if we can help you with any little thing, don’t hesitate to call. Enterprise out.” And he glanced over at Uhura, who killed the circuit. The screen went back to showing starfield again. There was a rather stunned silence on the Bridge. Then the laughter broke out. McCoy let it go on for a few moments, then said, “All right, everybody, hush up now!” They got quiet. “That should give us a few minutes to breathe,” he said, “since they’ll now think the Enterprise is being commanded by a raving loon. Perhaps even a homicidal raving loon, which would be even better.” “I think you are wise,” Spock said, “not to let them know that the Captain is missing. They would certainly perceive that as a weakness, perhaps a fatal one, on our part.” “Spock,” McCoy said, smiling a bit, “I may be just an old country doctor, but I know enough not to tell my patients that I don’t know how to cure them. Why, half of them cure themselves just because they think I’m doing it. Saves me no end of trouble, and it’s cheaper than placebos.” End ID]

Please witness the proper way to deal with Klingons. Every interaction between Bones and Kaiev is so funny.

[Text ID: “All right,” McCoy said. He sighed. “Ladies and gentlemen and others, I would prefer nothing untoward to happen in the next fifteen minutes. End ID]

And finally, I just really appreciate Bones being gender-inclusive.

Give this book a read, y’all!

#doctors orders #diane duane #star trek tos #star trek books #star trek novels #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #spones #but not romantically #just as corworkers who banter and support each other through horrible situations

[cringemesstickles]

Cat And Mouse

Summary: This is basically just the scene from s10e03 except it’s normal and Dean is just Dean and also isn’t trying to kill Sam-

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,010

A/N: *Posts this and runs*

Literally this is all I could think about during this scene. :’)

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“Cmon sammy, don’t you wanna hang out with your big brother?” Dean called out, stalking the bunkers halls in search for his little brother.

Sam heard his brother’s taunts, and from the sound of it, he wasn’t too far.

This little cat and mouse game had gone on for about a minute; Dean calling out taunts and teases while Sam tried to get himself as far away as possible from his playful older brother.

The goal was to get to Dean’s room, as It’d be too obvious to hide in his own; and besides, it was only a few corners away.

“Sammy? You’re just making this worse for yourself man.”

Sam pressed himself against the wall when he heard his brother’s voice from around the corner.

He was so screwed.

He peered over the right hand corridor, Dean’s room was right there! If he was stealthy enough, he may be able to slip under Deans radar.

Just as he was about to make a break for it…

“GOTCHA!” Dean grabbed his younger brother and flung him over his shoulder, carrying him to his bedroom.

How Dean was able to carry him, Sam had no clue.

Dean wasn’t weak by any means, but Sam was 6'4 for crying out loud!

Whatever!

There’s no time to dwell on it! right now, he had to find a way to escape.

When they reached the room, Dean dumped his brother onto his bed and quickly climbed on top of him, making sure he was pinned.

“Well little brother, it seems I’ve caught you…” He said through an evil grin,

“You know what happens next, don’t you Sammy?” raising his hands, he wiggled his fingers above Sam’s stomach.

“Dean w-wait, can’t we talk about thihihis?” A nervous giggle slipped past his lips as he started pleading with his big brother.

The sight of his brother’s wiggling fingers tore down his crumbling resolve, reducing him to a giggly mess.

“Sorry Sammy, I caught you fair and square… take your punishment like a man!”

With that, he vibrated his claws into the center of Sam’s belly, making the younger scream with laughter.

“NOHOHO DEHEHEAN, WAHAIT!!”

Dean grinned cheekily.

“I’m already tickling you, there’s nothing to wait for!”

Sam gripped the soft sheets, head thrown back in mirth, laughing harder than he has in a long while.

Dean’s hands drifted to Sam’s sides, kneading the sensitive flesh while an evil grin made its way to his face.

“Ohhh, I get it… you just can’t wait for me to raspberry that cute belly of yours!”

He said, letting a finger trail back to his brother’s stomach and lightly tracing.

Just at the mention of raspberries, Sam’s eyes widened, shooting his hands down to protect his tummy from the inevitable attack.

“Nonono! Dean, please dohohohont!!”

He was squirming side to side, trying anything to throw his brother off.

“Why not? Too ticklish? Surely you can handle a couple measly raspberries.. unless you really are that ticklish?” The older brother tapped against the younger’s side thoughtfully, smile glued to his own face at the image of his little brother so happy and carefree.

Sam’s face reddened, the teasing easily getting under his skin.

“Shut uhuhuhup!!!” His hands moved from protecting his stomach to covering his face in embarrassment.

“Hey!” Dean poked his brother’s belly button, eliciting a squeak.

“Don’t tell your big brother to shut up!”

As if to punish his little brother for his actions, he dove his head down and blew raspberry after raspberry on the ticklish tummy.

“NOOO DEHEHEAN, I’M SORREEHEHEHE!!” The taller squealed, bucking his hips and shoving at his brothers head.

Sam could feel the older’s smile against his skin; he didn’t know what got Dean in such a playful mood but he had to admit, he was having a lot of fun. It felt nice to let go and laugh, and it felt nice for Dean to hear his brother laugh for real.

It’s not that Sam’s laughter was never genuine, it’s just that it was never really full on laughter, only light chuckles mostly at Dean’s expense.

This laughter on the other hand, loud, boisterous, happy, this was the laughter that Dean had missed so much.

He lifted his head to give his brother a break, lightly tracing along his sides.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Sam. Telling your big brother to shut up is a horrible offense!”

Sam just giggled.

“You tehehell me to shut up ahahall the tihihime!”

Dean shrugged.

“Well, I’m the big brother. I’m allowed.” He grinned at the eye roll he received.

“You’re sohoho annoying.” Sam grumbled, his attempt at a frown looking more like a pout.

“Aww, there’s no need to pout, Sammy. Luckily, I know just how to fix it!”

He caught both of his brothers wrists and pinned them to either side of him, diving down again, this time nuzzling against Sam’s belly, rough stubble rubbing against soft skin and making it all the more ticklish.

The younger hunter snorted, throwing his head back and screaming with bright happy laughter.

“DEHEHE!! N-NOT THAHAHAT!”

Sam was practically screeching, squirming as best he could.

The older brother laughed against the shaking tummy, finding the reactions both funny and cute.

“Why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

“IHIHIT TICKLES!!”

Dean laughed.

“Well that’s all the reason to continue!”

Tears of mirth were starting to form in Sam’s eyes and his cheeks were getting sore from smiling so much.

Dean could tell it was about time to let up, he gave his brother one last raspberry before rolling off of him.

Sam curled into ball with his arms wrapped around his stomach, leftover giggles falling from his lips.

The older hunter grinned and pat the younger on the shoulder.

“You alright there, little brother?”

Sam nodded, a smile still stuck to his face as he tried to get his giggles under control.

“I hahahate you.”

Dean chuckled at that.

“No you don’t.”

Sam’s laughter subsided a bit but his smile still remained

No I don’t…

#mess writes #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sammy #lee!sam #lee!sammy #ler!dean #spn tickling #spn tickles #spn tickle fic #spn tword content #spn tickle content #supernatural tword content #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural tickling #sam and dean #NOT WINCEST #anti wincest #tickle community #tword content #sfw tickling #tickles #tickle fic #tfb

[switchbladedreamz]

A Dutton In Love

Requested? Nope

Summary: Rip has been meaner than usual lately. Rip Wheeler x fem!reader fluff

Warnings: mentioned female masturbation, cursing, that's it.

"C'mon Beast" I say as I lead my horse out of the stable. His black coat shining in the Montana sun, a cool breeze ever present. Standing in the left stirrup I mount my horse. "Where you headed today little lady?" Lloyd asks, resting against the gate. "Lloyd I ain't no lady, and I'm taking Beast to a trip into town, he could use the long walk.". I pat the left side of his neck, Lloyd looks up at me. "Alrighty. Well Rip wanted me to let you know that you'll be accompanying him and Kayce to the cattle auction tonight.". "Well Lloyd, congrats on the new job. I didnt know you were a messenger now. Please be so kind and tell them I'll be back before we leave.". He chuckles and walks away, shaking his head.

Its dusk as we arrive back at the Yellowstone. Beast is back in the stable, happily munching carrots that Tate is feeding him. "How was your trip to town Aunt (Y/n)?" Tate asks, giggling as Beast nibbles his palm. "Well lil buck, I gotcha somethin.". I pull out a pair of brand new leather gloves, embroidered with his initials. "Since I know you lost yours in the crik last week. Look, T.D. Now dont go losin em now, those cost me a pretty penny." He hugs me tight. "Thank you, I promise I won't lose them. I love you.". I'm takin aback but chuckle. "I love you too little buck". He runs off shouting for his dad, who turns the corner and they collide. "Woah hey, where's the fire son?" He proudly shoves the yellow gloves in his dad's face. "Look what Aunt (Y/n) got me! And they're emboideld!" "I think you mean embroidered son. Those are awesome." Kayce looks at me, a big smile one his face. Happy that at least one sibling of his loves his soon they should. "Thank you (n/n)" he mouths I tip my cowboy hat to him. "I'ma go shower 'fore we leave Kace." He just nods and leads Tate to the lodge.

The cold water hits my back, almost done finishing my shower. Being a hand on a ranch makes you sweat and heat up no matter how cold Montana can get. "(Y/n) you in here?". I hear a voice call out. Poking my head out, I see Rip standing in front of the sinks. "You almost done?" He huffs out, visibly annoyed. I ignore him and turn the water off. I open the curtain, letting him see me naked. The water droplets rolling down my body. Rip just clicks his tongue then leaves as I'm wrapping my towel around me.

Kayce is driving, Rip is in the passenger seat, and I'm in the back. Whispering to the songs on the radio. "Can you shut the fuck up?" Rip snaps at me unexpectedly. "Excuse me? No offense Mr. Wheeler, but if you're so god damn annoyed by me, why did YOU hire me? You need to pull that wild hair out your ass and talk to me like a god damn adult and not just be a dick to me. Cause I sure as hell dont know what I've done to piss you off." He just scoffs and looks out the window the rest of the trip. Kayce shoots me a bewildered look through the rearview mirror, I shrug in return. The air and the people in the truck are tense the rest of the way. And even after we get back to the ranch.

A few days have passed, Lloyd keeps trying to get me to talk to Rip. Apparently since my "blow up", he's been choppin at his bit and gettin on everyone's ass for little things. "And I mean shit, he looked damn near ready to punch Jimmy after he dropped the bottle of wound dust.". Ryan just looks at me. "What did you say?". Teeter repeats it all back to him slowly and sarcastically. "Nobody hear can understand yall. You're southerners, we're not." Ryan replies emphatically. "She's saying that I've been a dick to everyone and I'm sorry" Rip says from the doorway, startling us who had out backs to him. "Can I speak to (Y/n) alone?" People started to get out of their chairs, grumbling. Instead I stood up and headed out the front door of the bunkhouse. Rip catches up with me quickly, damn his long legs. "C'mon. We're going to my room to speak.".

"Sit. Explain." I tell him and point to the bed. I start undressing and changing into sleep clothes. "First of all, I'm sorry." He trails off, but I dont want him to have time to think of an excuse. "Sorry about?". I egg on. "I'm sorry for being a massive jerk. I saw something I shouldn't have and its been bothering me.". I sit next to him, big baggy shirt and short shorts. "Saw somethin you shouldn't've? Rip, you're one guy I know that's seen everythin. To say you've seen somethin you shouldn't've scares me I'm gonna be honest.". He just chuckles, he takes his cowboy hat and jacket off, setting them on an adjacent rocking chair. He sits facing me. "Look. What I'm about to tell you is serious, and I hope you don't look at me differently. It was an accident, I promise." "Just spit it out Rip, you're legit scarin me right now.". I laugh nervously. "2 weeks ago I was coming up the stairs, it was late but John needed to talk to Kayce and I. Well...as I'm passing your room, I decided to check up on you. See if you were doin alright. And well what I saw was...you...naked, with a vibrator and well...you- you uh..were saying my name. A lot-" "okay! I get it." I interrupted. A couple beats of silence passed. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him what I've been wanting to since I watched him leave my doorway two weeks ago. "I know. I saw you leave. I was hoping you didnt see anything. Kinda...ruined my orgasm" I huffed out awkwardly but he just laughed. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked, hiding my stupidly red face. I felt his hand grasp my chin lightly. "Look at me darlin'. You are the most beautiful creature on this god forsaken earth I have ever seen. Clothes on or not." His smile spread ear to ear. It was beautiful. Watching this man who's life hasn't spared mercy to was like watching the sunset from the biggest mountain on the ranch. Breathtaking. We leaned in for a kiss but someone clearing their throat stopped us. "Uuuugh, WHAT?-- Oh. Hi dad." I get up to go talk to him. "Hey baby girl, how'd the auction go today?" "It was good, uhm. We're talking about something important, can what you have to talk about wait till tomorrow?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes it could wait and take my time and run away into the sunset with the man I've loved since I first set eyes on him. "I've gotta talk to Rip, honey. But I'll return him as soon as we're done." Dad smiles at me but eyes say that he's sorry. "Okay, that's alright.". Rip kisses my head as he walks past me. "I'll be back for my things darlin, don't you worry.".

#Yellowstone #rip wheeler #rip x reader #fluuuuuf #rip wheeler x reader #i fucking love him

[littlehypnone]

Ofc we are interested!!!

Could I ask for some fluff with cg Rain and baby Dew?🥺

always, i adore baby dew!

520 words, no cws, just fluff, baby dew (with words because he's a cutie and i can't help myself), cg rain, also dew's definitely physically smaller in this one

Rain was sitting on the common room’s couch, relaxed, with a cup of steaming tea in his hand. He was watching over Dewdrop with a smile, the little ghoul playing with his axolotl and Rain’s own shark, twice as big as Dewdrop now. It was a peaceful, slow day and Rain was grateful for such an opportunity when his ghoul was happy.

In the morning he was clingy—as usual—but after breakfast he squirmed his way out of Rain’s arms, reaching for first his plushie then Rain’s. At least half an hour had passed since then and the little fire ghoul didn’t seem like he’d get bored soon. 

Rain couldn’t really figure out what it was that was going through Dewdrop’s head as he ‘played’, but he was so happy and giggly the water ghoul couldn’t stop his own smile. The best thing, though, was when Dewdrop would mumble some quiet words now and then. Rain felt like he could melt into a puddle right there and then, every time.

“Brrr,” he blew a raspberry as he poked the shark, making the water ghoul giggle, “big.”

Dewdrop grabbed the axolotl and brought its face to the shark’s teeth. “Smol. Eat no.”

Rain thought about taking his phone out and recording the little ghoul, but he didn’t want to risk interrupting and making Dewdrop pause.

So he continued watching in silence as Dewdrop tried to lift the shark, but ended up falling on his back, onto the mountain of soft pillows in his little nest. He giggled from under the toy, calming Rain’s instant worry. “Me smol! Eat no!”

“Careful there, waterbug,” the water ghoul called out, chuckling.

“R‘nee help,” Dewdrop said, even though he was still giggly. Rain shook his head and got up, walking over to him. He pulled the shark off of him and the little fire ghoul threw his arms up happily, “R‘nee hi!”

“Hi, baby,” the water ghoul smiled down at him, handing him his axolotl in exchange for the huge shark.

“Lot no,” he shook his head, making grabby hands in the direction of either Rain himself or the plushie. Or both. “R’nee me.”

He put the shark down next to him and knelt down, pulling Dewdrop up and into his lap. The little ghoul immediately kicked up a purr, nuzzling into Rain’s chest. “Are you sleepy, baby?”

“‘eep no,” he grumbled. “R’nee me.”

“Just cuddles, gotcha.” Rain couldn’t help but smile. Dewdrop really was the cutest little creature. “What about the shark, though?”

“Me,” Dewdrop told him and even though it could’ve meant a thousand things, Rain was pretty sure about what it was that he actually wanted. He shuffled down the pillow nest to lay on his side and brought the shark over Dewdrop, to squish the little ghoul between the plushie and his chest. The little ghoul chirped happily, grabbing the shark’s fin with one hand and Rain’s pinkie finger with the other.

“R’nee me,” he said once more as he stared up at his Rain with big eyes.

“Rainy yours,” the water ghoul agreed and leaned down to press a kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little dewdrop #cg rain

[smilingangel582]

Heyy sorry to do this. Requests will be closed by the end of October! Hehe, I may not seem it, but I'm kinda young, and I got exams, hehehe, so I'll make it up by writing a few more before this 14th.

So Dan heng caught me attention. Unfortunately, honkai Star Rail has to be given up because I can't afford to mega games (latter is genshin impact). Anyway, lee!Dan heng it is! Out of the question! He deserves it!

Ps I love this new design, and I'm one to talk when I am spoiled too, so spoilers for Honkai star rail new update. But its before he turns super duper hot... he's still super hot! Heeee squeee!

Same as always

March 7th had definitely gone to Himeko for something she wished to discuss with her. Caelus was alone with Dan heng who was always in the solitary state. His aura is calm and unapproachable. Its like an arena in a thunderstorm, waiting to strike once the conquerer is disturbed.

But Caelus loves to mess with a serious guy like him.

"Dan heng~?"

He knew the teasy tone from Caelus too well, he sighed "Yes? Caelus?"

"Wanna play a game?"

He stared, his deep eyes peirced through his own golden orbs, "Play that Nintendo switch by yourself"

Caelus pouted now. "I wanna play with you, duh!"

Dan heng silently leaned back against the couch of his room. He lifted the book up so he could read it better "Try reading, at least a word?"

That little!

Caelus wondered, how can someone so cool and collected be flustered. He certainly can be annoyed but not enough.

March would try to disturb him.

So...

Dan heng had ears so he could tell Caelus, circling behind him where his head rested on the arm of the couch, looking at the book. Sitting straight now, Caelus leaned over his shoulder and eyeing the large heavy words and texts on the boring book.

Caelus pointed out warily "man you are so weird"

"I could say the same. Why are you so clingy?" He sharply said, trying to move front by his hands, grabbing his shoulders to stop his movement.

"Stop touching me so causally, please..."

"Serious dude!" Caelus groaned playfully and then surprising Dan heng he drilled two index fingers on his exposed ribs, startling him as he dropped the book.

Caelus smirked, really didn't expect him to be ticklish but had hopes he succeeded.

Sighing Dan heng pretended to not have felt ot "Stop touching me so casually Caelus, what do you want?"

He hummed now once more hooking an arm over his shoulder and pulling him close to his side "ahhh bro chill, your so stiff and rigid, lighten up" he tossed the book in front of him and Dan henf sighed irritably "Gosh, March's influence sure is amazing"

True... now that she's contagious he feels more attentive tk mess with Dan heng.

Sneaking an arm to his ribs, Dan heng stiffened as the tickly touch. Its casual and testing, Dan heng tried to hide it.

"Somerhing wrong?" Caelus grinned, now gently pinching his sides, which he tried to hide. Dan heng cleared his throat, still holding a straight but anxious face.

So he's fighting back? Interesting, Caelus snickered.

A little tweak to the hips-

"Eek!" Dan heng almost ruined his endurance, he grabbed his wrist in swift motion now giving a dark glare "Caelus, cut it out... this is very irritating"

Caelus giggled "Come on admit thst tickles?" He poked his tummy to force him "right? Right tough guy?"

"A-absurd yohou should give up! Chihildish techniques won't work on mehe!" He says it with trembling giggles. Cute... Caelus didn't think his icy nature could melt so sweetly.

Crumble his defence a little around here.

"H-hey!" His ribs...

Then another wiggle to his tummy.

"K-knohock it off! I'm warning yohou!"

Finally sneaky fingers under his neck to expose his armpits. He gasped at that and...

"Gotcha, Dan heng"

It was at this moment that Dan heng was slightly impressed by his strategic plan. Of only, he uses his brain during missions as well.

"Gehehe, ahahalright, you hahahad your fuhun!"

"Wait, did Dan heng honest to god giggled!?" Genuinely, he was surprised. it's a rare sight to see his face blush and explode with giggles.

"Cute..."

"Hahahahaha nohoho!" That triggered him tk blush. Alright this is too cute, why didn't March tell him something this important... unless nobody knows but themselves?

Caelus knew armpits should weaken him, so he kept his target there whole Dan heng could concentrate to push him off.

"Man, you sure are sensitive, I expected you to have escaped this by now, but you're too ticklish for your own good"

"STAHAHAP TALKING!" His voice shrieked, the usual calmness was gone now he was loud when Caelus grabbed his ears.

Those blushing ears were a dead giveaway to his sensitivity. Dan heng widened his eyes grabbing his wrists and shaking his head "T-thahat tickles... WAHAHAHAIT! EHEHEHEHE PLEHEHEASE I GIHIHIVE UP!"

Caelus obliged and cupped Dan heng's face with adornment "you should laugh more bro... its adorable"

Pushing his hand away and blushing even more redder than earlier, he panted, "I... hahate you, childish idiot"

"Love you too, handsome"

Although they both did know, he somewhat enjoyed that as a smile lingered close to his lips even after the tickle attack. Maybe just a tiny bit... he could say he liked it? Probably, he won't mind another round with Caelus.

#tickle fic #cute #honkai star rail #honkai star rail tickling #lee!dan heng #ler!caelus

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the Word

Thanks @notwritinganyflufftoday for the tag!

My words: gift, life, beautiful, empty

Your words: trace, rough, slip, different

Softly tagging with no pressure @mk-writes-stuff @little-peril-stories @aziz-reads @mysticstarlightduck @jessicagailwrites @pinkevilwriter @chauceryfairytales @cadotoast @memoriethereaderandwriter-blog @thewrittenpost + anyone else

TSP intro

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One of Robbie's presents to Lexi

The shortest chapter of TSP

Noelle kills the mood

Any time I get to post the boneless cereal scene, I do!

Gift - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Robbie stepped forward, holding up a messily-wrapped box in his hands. “Gotcha something,” he said, handing me the present. “Aw, thank you!” I said, setting down my things so I could take the gift. I sat on the couch and Robbie sat beside me. “Go on, open it!” said Robbie, knee bouncing in excitement. I smiled and ripped the paper, a brown box being uncovered. “Oh, wow, a box. Thanks so much!” Robbie laughed as I attempted to break the seal on the box. It snapped open, revealing the contents. “Bubble wrap!” I said, immediately beginning to pop it. Maddie leaned over and took a sheet, and Robbie helped himself as well. “I thought this was my present,” I teased. “No, the bubble wrap is for me,” said Robbie, beginning to pop the bubbles. I removed the bubble wrap and tossed it temporarily on the floor. In the box rested three objects. I gasped at the first one. “An Xbox Game Pass?” I looked up at Robbie. “No way.” He shrugged. “See what else is in there.” I picked up the next relatively flat wrapped object. “You went all out.” “Of course,” Robbie said like it was obvious.

Life - from The Secret Portal Part One

William slowly poured the new formula, sparkling with speedsters’ lightning, onto the frozen insect. He clutched the tablet—containing all of his notes, the ingredients to his formula, his observations, the past month of his life—against his body. He tapped the side rapidly, anxiety taking hold. Slowly, the insect’s wings began to flap. William laughed. He jumped out of his seat, tossed the tablet on the table, and ran out of the lab, toward the elevator. He didn’t think to write down his findings—he could do that later. He didn’t even think to call Atsila to let her know he was on the way to their quarters. He had to tell his wife in person. Immediately.

Beautiful - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

The woods were fascinating. I’d been on nature hikes like this one back home. There were differences here, though. There was a patch of bracken with a purple-blue hue. In fact, a lot of the plants in the forest were shades of purple. At least more than there are at home. Purple was rare in nature. But not here. We passed a small brook with reddish-violet stones. The bark had different patterns, colors—everything. The animals were just as enthralling. There was a small herd of deer, though instead of antlers, they had horns. Longhorns, to be exact. There were squirrel-like creatures with tiny bull horns that scampered up a tree. A shiver of the indigo bracken caught my eye and what looked like a ferret poked its head out. It looked normal until it ran out—not with legs, but wiggling like a snake. Frogs hopped along the stones in the brook and flew off on dragonfly wings. “This place is beautiful,” I murmured. “There’s a war going on,” Noelle said.

Empty - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

“You thinking about something?” Akash asked at the table as I stared at the bowl in front of me. “Have you ever thought about how cereal is like the skeleton of milk?” “You’re implying that milk is meat, and I don’t like that at all.” “Milk has fat—yes, I’m implying that it’s meat.” “So milk is cereal that’s, like, boneless?” “Exactly.” “However, some people have cereal dry, which means that the cereal is a fatless skeleton, but we add fat if we feel the need.” “Does that make the bowl the flesh?” “Of course it does.” “So we’re eating the insides right out of the skin?” Akash paused. “Yes.” “Terrifyingly morbid,” I said, taking a huge bite of my soggy bowl-innards. “Some people have fruit in their cereal,” Akash pointed out. “What are those?” “Organs?” I suggested. “Sure, why not?” “I just realized something even more morbid.” “What?” “So we keep the bones in its own separate box, we keep the meat refrigerated in a liquid state, it’s already disemboweled, and we keep its empty flesh sack in a dark room with other flesh sacks.” “What the heck are you guys talking about?” I looked up to see Sammy in the doorway, her hair a mess from just getting out of bed. “You’re up early,” I noted. Sammy shrugged. “I got hungry.” “You want some disemboweled innards served directly in the flesh sack?” Akash asked, holding up his bowl. Sammy pressed her eyebrows together in a disturbed expression. “I think I’ll get toast.”

#the secret portal #tsp #tsp excerpt #teaspoon #find the word #writing tag game #my wip #my writing #robbie stafford #lexi morgan #william baxter #gwen amante #noelle bishop #akash singh #sam stafford #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writing on tumblr #writeblr #writeblr community

[birgittesilverbae]

prompt em consider... dads!shan has big BLÅHAJ and libby has baby blåhaj (in lower case shhhh... he baby) (shan got them matching set ok ok)

& they r like... doing a shark attack on bea & bea is like 'shan!' & then they both get a lecture about 'spreading selachimorpha misinformation'

The living room is in shadow, lit only by the flickering light of the TV. Beatrice, curled on her side on the couch, runs a thumbnail down the seam joining the front and side panel of the seat cushion beneath her head. On-screen, the camera pans across an empty beachfront, a hint of a dark fin slicing through the water. The soundtrack picks up, and Beatrice's breathing rate escalates in time, watching as two small boats capsize, spilling their occupants into the water. The fin parts the waves like a needle through silk, and the hairs stand up on the back of Beatrice's neck.

Something's changed in the air, she thinks, has sent shivers running down her spine as a man treads water, unaware of the imminent danger closing in on him. Her mouth twists ruefully, her fingers encircling the bareness of her left ring finger and squeezing, twisting.

A creak behind her, the shark driving up out of the water in front, something soft and solid launched over the back of the couch and landing on her. A concerted crow of "Shark!" Beatrice shrieks, then coughs, works her hands up beneath plush fabric to cover her face. She groans, and raucous laughter comes in response.

A heavier object rolls over the back of the couch, lands solidly on her stomach, squirming and giggling. Beatrice cracks her eyes open and reaches out to caress the side of Libby's head.

"Gotcha," Libby bubbles, poking Beatrice in the chest with her tiny stuffed shark.

"You got me," Beatrice agrees placidly. She shoves the larger shark away from her face and dips her head to kiss Libby's forehead. "You think of that all on your own?"

Libby shakes her head, tilts it towards the rear of the couch. "Aunt Shan helped."

"Oh, did she now?"

"Mhmm."

Beatrice taps Libby on the nose. "Your Aunt Shannon should know better than selachimorpha misinformation."

Shannon rises from behind the couch, twisting and turning until her back gives an unsettling crack. "Your Aunt Shannon can't even pronounce seal-chimp misinformation," she replies, ruffling Libby's hair. "And," she continues, turning to Beatrice, "I'm not the one watching the movie that completely altered public perception and fear of sharks."

"I just needed to make my brain stop for a bit," Beatrice sighs, sitting up out of the way as Shannon vaults over the back of the couch and reaches across her for the remote.

"Baba, what's seal-chimp misinfo'mation?"

"Selachimorpha," Beatrice corrects gently, pulling her blanket back around her shoulders. "Selachimorpha misinformation. People telling hurtful lies about sharks." She glances up at the screen as title cards rush past. "Shan, can you look for that BBC show? I can't remember what it's called."

"Shark?"

"Yes, the one about sharks."

"No, I mean it's literally called 'Shark'." She grabs up her shark plush again and presses its snout to Beatrice's cheek. "On it, kiddo."

#ask #daisychainsandbowties #fic: dads #myfic #mywn #warrior nun #sister beatrice #shannon masters

[giggly-squiggily]

omg ur most recent blue lock fic was so cute 😭😭😭 pls i need a part 2 😭😭😭😭😭

(but dont stress urself over it im just saying its rlly cute and wholesome lmao remember to take care and have lots of breaks ❤️❤️)

If I recall correctly- this was about my fic: "All The King's Men"; which thank you so much btw! I appreciate the kind words! I wasn't originally planning a sequel but after getting this ask and thinking about it for a hot minute...yeah; we can make a part two! :D I hope you like it, anon!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

“Get his leg, boys.”

Yorrichi Isagi may have lacked Chigiri’s speed, Nagi’s control and Barou’s power- but that didn’t mean he was weak.

With a sudden twist, he gathered up the blankets and pillows, shoving them into their faces as he rolled off the bed, diving beneath. Move, move, MOVE! He willed his body to go as Barou swore, blinded. The door opened with barely a creek.

“He’s getting away!” Nagi called as Isagi barrel rolled out, scrambling to his feet as he ran. In a leg race, he was done for- Chigiri would have had him in seconds. He just needed…

There!

He dived into the nearest locker room as footsteps approached, running into the showers. Once there, he slid into a stall, peeking through the gap.

“Gotcha…huh.” Chigiri blinked, looking around the empty room with curious eyes. “Isagi? Are you in here?” The redhead poked around, turning to look back at the lockers. “Isagi?”

Crawling on his knees, the brunette shimmied under the stall dividers, the smell of bleach burning his nostrils. Well- at least they were clean. When he got to the one closest to the door, he poked his head out, finding Chigiri checking the last stall at the end.

“I swear this place is haunted…” He poked his head into another, and another. Isagi dived behind him and into the locker room.

And- because he felt like it- he slammed an empty locker shut on his way out.

“SHIT!” Chigiri’s squawk of surprise nearly took him out as he booked it.

“Chi? What’s up- there you are!” Nagi cried as he came around the corner. Isagi yelped before flying down the hall again, pumping his legs with all his strength. It wasn’t long before Nagi was slowing down- all his endurance giving out as he waved a weak hand. “Wait- wait, come…back.

“HA!” Victory!

Soaring around the corner, he found Barou waiting for him.

“OH SHI-” He doubled back, just narrowly avoiding Nagi. He dove into the kitchen at the last second.

“Damn, Isagi- would you hold still!” Barou called, chasing after him with a moderately exhausted Nagi on his heels. “You’re like a damn worm!”

“What’s wrong, King? Can’t catch the gingerbread man?” Isagi laughed as he put the table between them, diving the opposite way Barou went. Nagi tried enclosing him, but Isagi simply moved tables. “Too slow! Hehehe!”

“You son of a-” Barou began just as Chigiri came flying in, closing the distance fast. Isagi squeaked and bolted, but his fate was already decided when Barou climbed OVER the table.

“NO! No no nohohohooo! Wahhahait!” Isagi yelped as he was grabbed, squished between Barou and Chigiri as they met in the middle. Nagi, who had positioned himself near the door to act as guard, whooped. “We did it!”

“The hell do you mean we?” Barou threw the brunette over his shoulder, carrying him back to the room the same way he did Chigiri. “You literally gave up.”

“No I didn’t- I simply prioritized my usefulness.” Nagi shrugged as their room came into view, taking his place as Isagi was tossed back into his bed. “You two had him- and now I do THIS!”

“Na-GI!” Isagi cried, laughing before anything started as Nagi threw himself across his torso. Within seconds, he was dead weight, holding him down as the others took their places on each side of him. “Wahhahait, wahahhait guhuuhhuys pleahahhase!”

“Any last words, gingerbread man?” Barou glared down at him, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Ehehehrm, do you know…the muffin man?”

“The muffin man?” Nagi asked automatically.

“THE MUFFIN MAN!”

“A lot of movie references, lately.” Chigiri mused.

“Enough shrek talk! Get em!” Barou commanded, and within seconds Isagi was laughing like a child, feet kicking as he squirmed against the bed. Nagi was at his waist, digging into the soft spots of his belly and sides with lazy prods and pokes. Chigiri had his legs, kneading his thigh with the precision of a sports doctor, and Barou was at his head, jabbing at his armpits whenever the opportunity arrived.

“Gehahahhahhahahaha! Guhuuhuuhuhhuys, pleahahhahahahhsae! Gehahahahahhaha pleahhahahhahe wahhahahahhahit!” He tried waving a hand out, but any move he made introduced more spots to tickle. “Aheahhahhahahha it tihihiiihihickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, Isagi!” Nagi giggled against him, moving his hands up to his ribs. When he poked his lowest set, Isagi squealed. “Is this a bad spot?”

“Can’t be as bad as here.” Chigiri wormed a hand under the pair, squeezing Isagi’s hip. “This is bad, yeah?”

“Oh please- you two are amateurs. This is a bad spot.” Barou wiggled his fingers against the back of Isagi’s neck and ears. “Aren’t I right?”

“Yeah, Isagi- tell us who’s right!” Nagi nodded.

“Who’s tickling you the most right now?”

The answer? All of them were terrible. Isagi would have said that if he wasn’t currently dying from laughter, cheeks red and laugh on the verge of silence as he kicked and thrashed, howling with mirth. “PLEHAHAHAHAHHAHSE GUHUHUHUUHUHUYS!”

“Hm- he’s a bit red. Yo- reel it in.” Barou reached out, tapping Nagi on the shoulder. Chigiri had already stopped, pulling his hands back as he helped Nagi climb off a now exhausted Isagi. “Don’t wanna suffocate him. You good?”

“Ahehehe…hehehehe…hehe…yehhahah.” Isagi sighed, too tired to say more. Nagi raised a hand in victory before flopping into Chigiri, leaning on him so much they rolled off the bed.

“GAH! Nagi!”

“Carry me.”

“Carry yourself, you lazy sloth!”

“But it’s too faaaar~”

“Oi, these two- come on, Mr. Hassle.” Barou got up as well, giving Isagi a quick hair ruffle as he did. Too tired to watch, Isagi curled into himself, pulling his abandoned blanket up and over his body.

In the distance, he swore he heard muffled fits of laughter.

He dreamt of bumblebees that night.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #sequel #part 2 #barou shouei #chigiri hyoma #isagi yoichi #nagi seishiro #Lee!Isagi let's gooo! #should we mess around and make this a trilogy? #I'm honestly down for a final part with Rin and his team if y'all want it #just let me know in asks or in the replies

[loakstahni]

`By the fire´

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Day 4 of #avatar12daysofkinkmas thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for putting this together💕

Lyle wainfleet x colten little (oc)

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Warning ⚠: smut, rushed p in v, no foreplay, male and female orgasm, unprotected sex, bitting kink, praise kink, by the fire, getting caught, established relationship.

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Lyle stirs on the cool barely padded mat he was sleeping in, his eyes fluttering open as he stares at the fire to his right. The squad was on another mission yet again, it had got too dark to head back to base so they made a small little camp site for the night.

Lyle slowly sits up, crawling his way over towards colten's mat to his left. He gently lays behind her, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck with a hushed groan. "Lyle?.." Colten mumbles, her ears swiveling back towards the sound of lyle's groan. Lyle grips coltens hips, sliding himself underneath the thin sheet over her body.

"What are you doing..?" Colten let out a tired chuckle, tilting her head back a bit to look at him. "Need ya' baby." Lyle hums, pressing a soft kiss to colten neck. His hands sliding up from her hips to her bare back, feeling the dip of her spin and tracing over where he knew her spine tattoo was. "Ly, do you really wanna get cought? You fucking horn dog." Colten teases, her ears twitching slightly.

Lyle growls lowly, his hands sliding forward to knead her breast's through her sports bra. "They already know your mine, so who cares?" Lyle purrs agaisnt the shell of colten's ear. His hands slipping back down to her hips, tugging her shorts and underwear down to her mid-thigh and leaving them there. "Lyle-" Colten mumbles, her face flushing a nice deep purple. her ears perk up at the sound of Lyle shifting himself around before she felt his hard cockhead poke between her thighs.

"Don't you dare- mhp!" Colten gasps sharply as lyle's hands spread her thighs just enough for him to thrust into her heat in one quick motion. "Shh.." He coos, bringing a hand up and cupping his palm over her mouth. "D-don't.." Colten mumbles, her head tipped back agaisnt lyle' shoulder.

"Just relax, babydoll.. I gotcha.." He hums, slowly rocking his hips into hers from behind. Colten's muffled whines and groans grew into muffle whimpers and high pitch whines, the stretch hurt, even though she's taken him more times then she can count it hurt, epically without lyle streaching her on his fingers first.

Lyle's hips snap agaisnt his in a rough rhythm, making colten's body jolt and bounce slightly. Lyle licks at the side of colten's neck, right over her scent gland. He growls deeply, sinking his teeth into her neck.

Colten lets out a barely muffle cry, her gummy walls clenching around lyle's length in a pulsing rhythm as her orgasm washed over her, her body tensing up and freezing before relaxing like dead weight.

Lyle groans agaisnt her neck, following close righy behind her. His cock throbs wildly as he shoot his load deep inside her, before his hips still.

Colten pants agaisnt lyle's palm, drool covering his hand as he pulls his hand away from her mouth. "Good job.." Lyle mumbles, pressing soft kisses all over her neck and jaw. "Such a good girl.." He coos gently, brushing his hand through her shorter hair.

Colten stirs the next morning, the fire beside her had been put out, she blinks her eyes open, seeing lyle sitting on the ground getting his boots on. "Morning, sunshine." Lyle hums, reaching over to brush stray hair off her face. "Lyle, next time you decide to fuck keep it down!" Fike and z-dog tease, throwing a balled up sock at lyle's face.

Colten's face flushes and she tucks herself back under her sheeting. "Gonna kill you, wainfleet." She growls.

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A/N: its a bit rushed- but im happy with it!😅

#roomie rambles^^ #avatar way of water #lyle wainfleet smut #recom lyle wainfleet #Lye wainfleet x oc #avatar12daysofkinkmas

[cinewhore]

One Way or Another

Pairing: Marcus Pike & Fem!Reader (Carmen Sandiego AU)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: angst!

Summary: You’ve been working your entire life to become an ACME agent. When things get too quiet, you grow comfortable with the silence. Too bad it doesn’t last for long. 

A/N: It’s been a while. Wanted to get something out. No beta. Credits to the gif maker. 

After three years of radio silence, a buzz was made. 

The agency has been nothing short of chaotic for a fucking week. 

You could already tell that late nights and early mornings were going to be a thing, so you set up shop in your office. You barely left, scanning over documents and photos, earning more headaches by the hour. 

You weren’t the only dedicated agent. 

Marcus Pike was sent in by the FBI, a stunt you didn’t understand nor did you agree with but you figured if they were going through the trouble of getting him to HQ then he must be the real deal. ACME was best of the best in terms of an international agency, it made all the other agencies look like babies. Out of your entire training class, you and two other people were the only ones left. 

You were sure Marcus was going to come in with his britches tight and ego inflated but he rendered you speechless as he stated that he was there to assist you the best he knew how. He was polite, diligent and ambitious. 

That made him dangerous. 

Currently in the state conference room, you sit in a chair with your feet propped up on the table, mouth working furiously at your lip. It was a terrible habit and you made up for the nagging voice of your mother in your head by constantly applying a new layer of chapstick on whenever you felt the tiniest hint of dryness. 

A large map of the world was displayed on the screen in front of you, police scans from all over steadily streaming in through the speakers. It had become white noise to you. Glancing up at your partner, you crease your eyebrows. 

Marcus looked different. 

He was no longer the shiny new toy being paraded around. Instead, he was sporting a patchy beard, unkempt hair, and wearing a ruffled suit you’re sure he’s been in for the past two days. 

He was murmuring to himself, eyes dancing across the screen like it was a lifeline. Posture no longer rigid, he sort of slumps over as he sits perched on the table. 

Your gaze lingers on his arms, muscles bulging through the white button down. He was a good looking toy but one that was off limits. The Chief made sure you knew that. 

“Hey,” you rasp your knuckles on the table, garnering Marcus’s attention. “We’re gonna get her.” 

His brown eyes blink a few times, the vacant glaze holding your own. Marcus nods and clears his throat. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

You poke a thumb at the takeout that had been picked through earlier. 

“Should I reheat this? Eggroll is gonna be a bit soggy but the cafeteria should still be open so-“

An alarm dings. 

A red dot appears on the map. 

Moscow, Russia. 

Marcus flies up to the screen, hands waving frantically at you. You jumped at the sound as well, tapping away on your laptop to alert the chief. 

“Gotcha,” Marcus whispers, facing braking out in a crazed smile. “Can you tran-“

“Already on it.” 

As soon as the alarm went off, the map picked up on the reports coming out of Russia and you were hard at working translating everything over to a staff memo. 

The ACME agency in Russia would be alerted immediately and agents would be dispersed. Everyone was waiting anxiously, ready to rush out at the drop of a pin. 

“What the hell is she doing in Moscow?” You whisper aloud. 

“There’s going to be transportation of a Faberge egg, it’s on loan currently.” Marcus replies without skipping a beat. 

The guy really knows his stuff. 

You shake your head. “Doesn’t make sense. Why take the egg? She’s too dumb to keep it and too smart to sell. Something like that pops on the market and we’ll know its her. There’s something else at play.” 

Marcus rubs a hand against his faint mustache. “Let’s hope you’re wrong.” 

“Moscow team is already in route plus we have escorts with the egg. She won’t be able to come close.” 

Another ding. 

Bogota, Columbia. 

And another. 

Paris, France. 

Xi’an, China.

Cairo, Egypt. 

Once it started, it didn’t stop. The police chatter now sounded like an angry swarm of bees. A mesh of languages, some of which you understand but others you didn’t. 

You did understand one thing in every language, though. 

Carmen Sandiego. 

You lean back in your chair, dumbfounded. More than fifty dots had shown up on the map in over a hundred countries. It was unlike anything you had ever seen. 

You look over to Marcus, the half smile now replaced with a scowl etched so deep into his face you swore he was a different person. 

“Marcus?” 

He whips out his phone, the screen illuminating him. He quickly shields it from view, gunning for the exit. 

“I need a second.” 

You stare at him as he leaves, slowly turning your head back to the map. Your own phone vibrates itself off the table, clattering onto the floor. 

Marcus heads outside, undoing another button on his shirt. How long had he had this on? There was definitely a mustard stain on it from a few days ago. 

His phone continues to ring, the unknown caller ID mocking him. Marcus answers the phone, not bothering to utter a greeting. 

“It’s unlike you to be up at this hour, Texas.” 

Marcus swallows thickly. 

“Where are you?” 

The voice on the lines laughs, the sound akin to slow dripping molasses. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

Marcus wanders away from the building some more, obtaining a more firm and hushed tone. “We didn’t agree to this.” 

“You didn’t agree to this, all I said was that I was going to play nice.” 

“Nice? You think this is nice?! I’ve got warrants out for you on six out of the seven continents, not including your so-called friends. This is not a game.” 

“Oh, but it is, isn’t it?” The voice answers back gleefully. 

Marcus exhales deeply, rocking his jaw. 

“I’m trying to give you a win, here. Ivy is on the move in Berlin. She’s sloppy and careless. A walking liability.” 

Marcus didn’t like handouts. However, in this instance, he was in no shape to deny it. 

A brief silence lingers over the phone. 

“Marcus, please.”

He hated how much he loved her saying his name. He hated that it happened on numerous occasions. He hated that he wanted her to do it again. 

“Fine but I want three more lined up by sunset. No funny business.” 

A light chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll wrap them neatly for you.” 

Marcus scuffs at the ground with his shoe, feeling like a little boy with a school grade crush all over again. 

He looks back at the building. “I should get going.” 

“Yes, you should.” 

Another beat. Then, “I miss you.” 

The line clicks. 

Marcus doesn’t give himself time to process what was just said, hurrying back into the conference room where you were likely battling almost every agency in the world trying to ensure operations ran smoothly. 

A few more people has entered the room since but you’re the only one who offers him a smile and a cup of coffee as he returns. 

You look him over, taking note of his flushed cheeks. “Everything ok?”

He gives you a reassuring pat on the arm, taking a swig of his beverage. Just how he likes it. 

“Yeah, everything’s good. Cancel all units except Germany’s.” 

You scoff, pointing up at the map. Everyone in the room stills. “What are you talking about? We’ve got reports-“

“And I’ve got a gut feeling. Let’s close in on Berlin.” 

Marcus doesn’t stand down, looking rather confident in his decision. You glance towards the door and back at him. Reluctantly nodding an affirmative, you instruct the other agents to coordinate a sweep of the area. 

“One hell of a gut you got there, Pike.” 

Marcus squints his eyes, hands firming around his cup. 

“I’m aware.” 

#marcus pike #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x reader #fic: one way or another #cinewhore

[tangibletechnomancy]

The thing about AI art is, the skill ceiling is just as high as with any other art form - that is to say, infinitely high. It's a different skill set than other art forms, but there is skill involved. Someone can very easily spend just as much time and effort AI-generating a picture as an equally skilled conventional artist might take to paint it. What gets abused is the fact that the skill floor is lower - you can make something pretty to look at and/or get a general idea across with just a few words and a minimal amount of luck.

Now, I genuinely believe that lowering the skill floor to make visually appealing art, in its own right, is always going to be a good thing. No internal caveats whatsoever. We've seen people say otherwise with EVERYTHING that has lowered the skill floor of art in the past, from digital painting to photography to premixed paints; art survived all those developments, and...most of those people turned out to be remembered as anything from your standard obnoxious, self-centered "WELL IF I HAD TO WORK AT IT THEN SO SHOULD YOU, RAAHFKS KIDS THESE DAYS" stolen valor types, to outright fascists who WANT the world of art to remain closed off and inaccessible to anyone they deem ~undesirable~...

The latter of which makes it absolutely terrifying to me how the easily exploitable "respect for labor" argument...can come from a very real place right now, even more than usual, because we've BEEN AT a tipping point with late-stage capitalism since 2008 and the rich are STILL propping it up with sticks to keep it working for them and them alone while they laugh about likely soon being able to use automation of many types TO KILL PEOPLE THROUGH POVERTY, WITH THE CRUELTY BEING HALF OF THE POINT.

We already saw a bunch of trads try to recruit from young center-left types by pointing out how minimalism is often more of a corporate cost-saving method than it is an actual aesthetic choice (which it is, but also sometimes it is a legit choice for reasons other than being inoffensive-even-if-not-enjoyable; having things nice and open and airy and clean has its appeal - failure to acknowledge this can be part of that pathway to trad bullshit), and now we have this area as a vulnerability with "automation will steal your job just like immigrants and deny you your G-d-given place toiling away for the rich until your body falls apart and destroy the very concept of art and western civilization itself and flood the market with lesser work and let the unworthy have a voice just as loud as yours, we must destroy it at all costs!"

So. This post is a checkpoint. Stop. Evaluate your criticisms of AI art. I HOPE that you have them - as a mixed media artist with AIs in my toolbox, I CERTAINLY do. This is a call to "clean" those criticisms a bit. Look for any bullshit leaking in at the corners.

Yes, there is a huge problem with the cultural value of art being cruelly decoupled from the value of the work that made it. Yes, there is a Problem of creatively bankrupt AI artists who use this lower skill floor to, recklessly or even deliberately, harm conventional artists. This is true. It is important to criticize. It is a problem with the environment, NOT with AI art itself. Are you letting this fact convince you that gatekeeping self-expression will prevent it from getting worse? Are you letting this fact convince you that people who can't hold a paintbrush or tablet pen for extended periods, let alone those who can't hold one at all, SHOULD be barred from visual arts? Do you think that's just a made-up "gotcha" theoretical and not a description of actual living humans you're likely to meet several of if you poke your head into any space that gives a damn about ML ethics?

#not art #mission statement #cleaning out the drafts

[tinycoded360]

JoJo's Big Adventure Chapter 2

Doctor McCoy, meanwhile, took a sip of his drink, lost in his thoughts. He glanced down, his brow furrowing as he noticed something strange – a three-inch girl, desperately trying to avoid being trampled by the oblivious patrons. Intrigued, he set down his glass and stood up, his towering figure casting a shadow over the minuscule girl. Shocked by the sight, he blinked several times, wondering if it was a trick of the dim lighting or perhaps one too many drinks.

Joanna's heart raced as she saw the giant hand reaching for her. Panic set in, and she tried to run away, but her legs simply couldn't carry her fast enough. She was caught between her father's finger and thumb, and before she knew it, she was lifted toward his face. Mccoy's eyes widened in shock, but he didn't recognize Joanna as his daughter in her shrunken state.

"Gotcha," he said softly, as he stared at her dangling between his thumb and finger.

Joanna's racing heart was briefly calmed by relief at being saved from the chaos below. But this relief was soon overshadowed by a new fear. She was now eye-to-eye with her giant father, who didn't seem to recognize her. As she opened her mouth to speak, her voice came out as a shaky whisper, drowned out by the noise of the bar.

"Unbelievable," Doctor McCoy murmured, examining the tiny girl in his hand with wonder. He had no idea who she was (although she looks strangely familiar, but he couldn’t grasp why in his current intoxicated state) or where she had come from – but he knew that he couldn't just leave her there, defenseless in this world of giants.

"Extraordinary," he murmured, holding her gently despite his initial shock.

Joanna wanted so desperately to tell him everything - about the alien, the ray gun, and her perilous journey just to find him. But as she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself too scared to make a sound. Instead, she simply stared up at him with pleading eyes, praying that somehow, he would understand.

"Can you speak?" Doctor McCoy asked softly, his eyes filled with concern. Joanna hesitated before nodding her head, still unable to force her vocal cords to cooperate. As Dr. McCoy held Joanna in his hand, he couldn't help but marvel at her minuscule size. Even the lines of worry etched into her tiny face were barely discernible. He brought her closer to his face, squinting as if trying to comprehend this anomaly that had found its way into his life.

"Who are you?" he slurred, a hint of alcohol lingering in his breath. Joanna's eyes widened with fear as she squeaked out a response. "Dad, it's me, Joanna!" But her voice was no louder than a whisper, lost within the din of the bar. Dr. McCoy continued to examine the tiny girl, his fingers dwarfing her delicate limbs. Her arms were barely thicker than a matchstick, and her hand was smaller than the tip of his pinky. He gently poked at her arm, fascinated by her fragile appearance.

"Must be the damn alcohol," Dr. McCoy muttered, squinting at the tiny girl in his hand as if trying to decipher whether she was real or just a figment of his imagination. "Or an alien trick." He eyed her suspiciously, his brow furrowed with confusion.

Joanna, meanwhile, was growing increasingly fearful. She could tell by the glaze in her father's eyes that he was drunk, and with each gentle poke from his massive fingers, her heart raced faster and faster. It was bad enough that he didn't recognize her; now she worried about what might happen if she remained in his grasp while he was inebriated.

"Please, Dad, it's me!" Joanna cried out again, but her voice remained barely audible, lost amid the cacophony of the bar. Cold sweat broke out on her tiny forehead, and her heart hammered in her chest. She knew she was completely at the mercy of her colossal father, who towered above her like a skyscraper.

"Please, Dad, please," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as she reached out towards him with her tiny, trembling arms. But her words remained unheard, drowned out by the sound of laughter and clinking glasses around them.

"Aw, poor thing," Dr. McCoy said, noticing her tears. He felt a pang of guilt and brought her closer to his chest, cradling her in one massive hand. Joanna could smell the overpowering scent of alcohol on his breath, only adding to her anxiety. Was he too drunk to help her? To even recognize her?

Gently, Dr. McCoy stroked her head and back with the tip of his finger, cooing softly at her in an attempt to calm her down. "Shh, don't cry now, little one. I won't hurt ya."  he cooed softly, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Joanna clung to the fabric of her father's shirt, feeling its rough texture against her tiny fingers. With each stroke of his finger, she tried to fight back her tears and focus on the comforting sensation of being held by her father, even if he didn't recognize her. But the unsettling scent of alcohol lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the precarious position she was in.

As Doctor McCoy held the tiny girl close, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about her. He just couldn't put his finger on what it was - not yet anyway.

Joanna's heart pounded as she clung tightly to the fabric of her father's shirt, her tiny fingers gripping onto the threads for dear life. She could feel his warm breath wash over her, and each time he spoke, the vibrations sent shivers down her spine. As her tears slowly subsided and her breathing steadied, she cautiously glanced upwards at the colossal face of her father, who regarded her with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity.

"Alright, little one," Dr. McCoy grumbled, still staring down at her. "I need to sort this out later, but for now, you're coming with me." He maneuvered his hand over his chest pocket, and Joanna felt her stomach lurch as she was unceremoniously dropped inside. The sudden darkness enveloping her only served to heighten her anxiety, and she struggled to find purchase and balance against the lining of the pocket. The sounds of the busy starbase were muffled, but the overwhelming scent of alcohol still lingered, a potent reminder of her giant father's intoxicated state. She tried to steady herself against the swaying fabric, but every step her father took sent tremors through her tiny body, making it nearly impossible to find balance.

As Doctor McCoy went about his evening, he remained acutely aware of the delicate life nestled within his pocket. He took care to move more slowly and deliberately than usual, ensuring that his precious cargo wasn't jostled too harshly. Every now and again, he would slip a finger into the pocket, stroking Joanna's back with the gentlest of touches. The sensation startled her each time, causing her to flinch and cling tighter to the fabric surrounding her. Though his intention was to offer comfort, he couldn't help but find her reaction amusing.

"Easy there, little one," he whispered, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Joanna couldn't help but flinch at the unexpected touch, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the weight of the giant finger against her back. And though she knew her father was only trying to console her; she couldn't shake the overwhelming terror that accompanied each brush of his massive hand. It was a constant reminder of just how precarious her situation had become. But with each gentle stroke of his finger, she found herself slowly succumbing to the comfort it provided.

#g/t community #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t #star trek g/t #star trek