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mostlymarvelsstuff · 1 year

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Alright so I'd like to request a combo of 🎮⚡🫂 with Natasha where r is scared but doesn't want to bother Nat? (Cause I'm in major need of a hug) <3

Authors note: hope you enjoy! 💖

Word count: 538 Marvel Masterlist Nat Masterlist

A large boom of thunder rumbles overhead, making you jump as you sit on the bed. Your attention shifts from the tv to the nearby window, and you watch a few raindrops roll down the outside of the glass. Your anxiety builds up as a flash of lightning lights up your bedroom and you find yourself wishing your girlfriend was next to you instead of a few rooms away in her office.

You contemplate going to her and asking her to hold you until the storm passes by, but you know how important her work is and you’d hate to bother her while she finishes up her mission reports and SHIELD paperwork. So instead you grab the nearby blanket and wrap it around yourself. It was Natashas favorite and so her scent was deep in the fabric. You were hoping it would be enough to comfort you.

Thunder sounds again and you burrow further into the blanket. You shiver as you turn up the tv, hoping the true crime show would now be loud enough to drown out any more of the sounds you detest but it seems nature had other plans. Because then the wind picks up and rain now pounds against the side of your house in a way that puts you on edge. Just before your fight or flight kicks in the bedroom door opens to reveal your girlfriend.

Her concerned face looks over your shivering form and she quickly makes her , “Deta(baby), I thought you must've been asleep. Why didn’t you come get me?”

You shrug as she scoots into her spot beside you, “I just didn’t wanna bother you”

“You could never bother me Y/n, especially when it comes to stuff like this” Another crash of thunder goes off and you practically jump into her outstretched arms. She holds you close for a bit until more thunder and lightning show up, “Come on, why don’t we get our noise canceling headsets on and get one of your games on that we can play until this is over”

You smile at her suggestion and take the controller and headphones she passes you, “Thanks Tasha”

“Of course, anything for you moya lyubov'(my love)” she says, kissing your temple as she gets her own controller and headset ready

You turn on your console before scooting back into her embrace and then you finally relax as her arms wrap around you, “What do you wanna play?”

“You pick, but if it’s a one on one, I’ll kick your ass” she says with a smirk

You playfully roll your eyes at her, “Co-op it is then”

“Spoil sport” she scoffs playfully as you click on your favorite co op game

A few minutes later you're entirely focused on the game and your girlfriend smiles at you. With how much you've been able to help her through her own traumas and triggers she's glad she's able to in turn be there for you in times like this. Plus she found video games more fun than she thought she would, especially when she played them with you.

“YA tebya lyublyu(I love you)”

“I love you too” you reply, rapidly pressing your trigger button, “Watch your right”

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multicolour-ink · 11 months

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(Anon's other request I mentioned in this post)

⚡ Scared of thunderstorms

writing prompts

(takes place pre-Mario Movie verse)

Something cute with the young Mario Bros :)

- - -

"Luigi?", Mario whispered in the dark.

Little Luigi shivered under his bedsheets. He was huddled up so small that he was barely a recognisable lump.

Another crash of thunder sounded, followed by a flash of lightning.

Luigi shrieked again and sobbed even louder.

Mario frowned. And then the five year old quickly got up and walked over to his brother's bedside. He placed a hand gently over the shivering lump.

"Hey, it's ok", he smiled warmly. "Want to come into my bed?"

Luigi peeked out at him with watery eyes, nodding shakily.

With utmost effort, the child cautiously pushed aside his bedsheets, and took Mario's hand in his. He gripped his big brother's hand the short distance across the room, as Mario led them back to his bed.

The two of them cuddled up as close as possible.

"Are you ok now, Luigi?", Mario asked.

Luigi nodded. And then another crash of thunder sounded, and an even bigger flash of lightning lit up the room. Luigi shrieked and clung to Mario tight, burying his face into the crook of Mario's neck.

Mario patted his brother on the head.

"It's ok, Luigi", Mario smiled gently. "There's nothing to be scared of."

"Yes there is!", Luigi insisted.

He hugged Mario tighter as the thunderstorm raged more fiercely.

"Thunderstorms are so scary!", Luigi wept. "They're big, and noisy. And they can hurt us!"

"It won't hurt us, Weegie", Mario insisted. "I won't let it."

Luigi looked at him astonished.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep!", Mario smiled and nodded.

Luigi frowned.

"But the thunderstorm is so big. How are you going to beat it when you're really small?"

"I'm not small!", exclaimed Mario. "And besides, nothing or no one is big enough if it means I get to protect them from you."

Luigi sniffled.

"I wish I was as brave as you..."

"You are brave, Luigi!", Mario said. "You're brave in your own way!"

Mario shifted a little so he and Luigi were positioned more comfortably, their heads close together and their hands clasped.

"What would you do if you had lightning powers?", Mario asked.

Luigi blinked.

"Lightning powers?"

"Yeah!", said Mario. "What would you do if you had them?"

"Well...", Luigi furrowed his brow. "I don't know...m-maybe....power Mama's washing machine?"

Mario laughed.

"That's pretty cool! Ok, what else would you do with them? What if you were a super-hero?!"

Luigi laughed this time.

"A super-hero? Those only exist in stories!"

"No they don't!", Mario exclaimed. "What about the guy who came to fix the TV?"

"Well...he did call himself 'Mr Electric'...."

"Exactly! So...what else would you do if you had lightning powers."

Luigi turned himself over so he was facing the ceiling.

"Well...I would want to shoot lightning! It would help keep the bad guys away."

"That's cool", smiled Mario. "What else?"

"I would want...to be able to create a lightning shield."

"Lightning shield?"

"Yeah!", replied Luigi. He turned to face his brother. "It's so I can keep you safe too."

Mario smiled and patted his brother's shoulder.

"You don't need to worry about keeping me safe, Luigi. I can do that for both of us. But having a lighting shield would be so cool! Would it come out of your mouth or eyes?"

"Nope. My hands", said Luigi, holding them up. "It would be so awesome! I could charge up my power and hurt anyone who tries to grab me. Or blast anyone from far away!"

"So cool!", Mario gasped.

"What would your power be, Mario?", Luigi asked curiously.

"My power...?"

Mario frowned.

"I think I would like to have fire!"

"Fire?"

"Yeah!", said Mario. "Fire is awesome! And strong!"

"Would it be like my lightning?"

"Oh yeah! But it would be even more strong, to protect you."

"Would they have names?"

"Hmmm...not sure...Maybe Firebrand for me! It sounds cool!"

"Then mine will be...Thunderhand!"

The two brothers were so engrossed in talking that they hadn't even noticed that the storm had subsided. Eventually they both got tired again, and cuddled up close to each other.

"Goodnight, Luigi", Mario smiled.

"I'll keep you safe, always."

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author's notes under the cut

Hooray another drabble! Sorry this one took a while. I wanted to do something cute from Mario and Luigi's childhood, and I hope it sufficed.

Take care everyone <3

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sylvia-forest · 9 months

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[CN] Shaw's Field Date (Part 1)

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't been released in EN yet!⚡

[This date was translated with the help of Google translate!]

✧[Section 1]✧

Shaw's message: "If the old man doesn't grant me leave, I won't be able to come back to celebrate the Qixi Festival." MC: Hm…

Looking at the text on the phone, I let out a long sigh.

During this period, I will be filming a cultural and tourism promotional program about ethnic fashion. Shaw will be accompanying the professor for field research, and both of us was away from Loveland City.

As a result, what should have been a joyous "couples' summer vacation" has now turned into being apart from each other.

We had previously planned to set aside at least two days for Qixi Festival to find a place and have some fun together. However, upon seeing this message…

MC: "It's okay, let's forget about it... Um, will he think I'm being stubborn?" MC: "It's okay, I can't take time off either... Wait, this sentence sounds a bit strange, let's delete it…"

Characters are jumping on the screen, and I keep withdrawing them.

Just as I was considering how to reply, the director nearby called me.

Director: MC, it's possible that we won't be able to film the scenes about Miao Village the day after tomorrow. MC: Huh? Why? Director: We didn't notice before, but just now we sent a drone out, and we realized that on the other side of the mountain, at Cuisong Slope, it seems like some archaeological excavation is taking place. Director: The entire area is full of pits and uneven terrain, it's impossible to capture on camera! MC: How about letting the drone shoot from a different angle? Director: We just tried it, and the results were just okay. The main issue is that Cuisong Slope is right between the bamboo forest and the Miao village, and it's difficult to frame the shot properly…

The director paused, as if he had an idea.

Director: Wait a moment, maybe we should talk to them. It might be possible to ask them to stop work for two days, move the excavators and such away, and then we could manage with the visuals? MC: That could work... I'll try talking to them and see if we can find a compromise.

After making up my mind, I asked the production team to contact the local cultural and tourism bureau. Meanwhile, I set off to meet the archaeological team in person and have a face-to-face discussion.

As soon as I got in the car, my cell phone rang.

MC: Oh, shit!

With this unexpected turn of events, I haven't had a chance to reply to Shaw's message yet!

I hastily pressed the call button, and a low-octave voice came over immediately.

Shaw [on the phone]: I saw you typing for almost two minutes, and then you disappeared. What happened? Shaw: ...you're not mad at my message, are you?

Even though his voice sounded confident, his sentences were subtly probing. I found it amusing and couldn't help but curl my lips into a smile.

MC: I'm not upset at all. I just got caught up with work and couldn't reply to your message right away. Coincidentally, you called just as I was about to respond. Shaw: Fine.

Shaw hummed twice, which could be considered him acknowledging my explanation. At that moment, I heard a burst of noise on his end, as if he was arguing about something.

MC: What happened to you guys? Shaw: Oh nothing, just now a program team called and wanted us to stop work so they could shoot. MC: …..? Shaw: Now the program producer over there says they want to talk face-to-face with us. Tsk tsk, quite arrogant. Your company shouldn't learn from them. Shaw: Old Man Shen wants to take me along. He said we must show that arrogant producer who's in charge when the time comes. Shaw: But if they do stop work, it seems like I might be able to fight for some time off again… MC: ….. MC: …Shaw.

I interrupted Shaw's muttering.

Shaw: What's wrong? MC: I never asked before, where is your field research site? Shaw: Even if I told you, you probably wouldn't know. It's called Cuisong Slope, right next to a Miao village, extremely remote... Why suddenly ask about this? MC: ….

I took a deep breath, signaled the driver to increase the accelerator, and spoke with a smile.

MC: The producer of the program you're about to dismantle… should be me.

✧[Section 2]✧

Shaw: ….. MC: …… Professor Shen: …..

In the afternoon at the archaeological site, there was complete silence. Professor Shen wiped a thin layer of sweat from his forehead and gave a slight cough.

Professor Shen: We originally thought that we encountered some unreasonable program group, but we didn't expect it to be...... MC: It's okay. It might have been a little misunderstanding from the start of our phone conversation, which led to the confusion on your part as well. Professor Shen: Hahaha it's okay.

…There was silence again.

I turned my gaze to Shaw, desperately sending him a "help" signal. He subtly glanced at me and then spoke up.

Shaw: What's so awkward about it? Worst case, you two can pretend not to know each other, and I'll just introduce you again, right?

He gestured with four fingers close together, pointing at Professor Shen, and then pointed at me.

Shaw: This person— is Professor Shen, in charge of the Cuisong Slope archaeological excavation work, and this person is Miss MC, the producer from [MC Company's Name]. Shaw: Is this formal enough?

Professor Shen shook hands with me, and the atmosphere relaxed.

I formally expressed the needs of our program to Professor Shen, and he nodded happily.

Professor Shen: Since you also want to promote the customs and culture here, of course we can cooperate. Professor Shen: You don't need to worry about the duration of the work stoppage. I'll communicate with the team here. Besides…

The old gentleman glanced at Shaw who was at the side, and lowered his voice.

Professor Shen: Some people have asked me for time off multiple times, eager to spend the Qixi Festival with their girlfriends. Now they're finally getting their wish fulfilled.

Shaw: Hello, you two don't think I can't hear you. Shaw: Moreover, when have I taken time off multiple times? Am I the kind of person who can't separate work and personal matters? Among the whole archaeological team, I'm the most dedicated person…

Professor Shen: So, starting from today, the archaeological team is taking a break, and you can continue working. Go be a tour guide for your girlfriend. How about showing some "dedication to the job"?

Professor Shen waved his hand generously, and blocked all Shaw's stubborn words.

I chuckled, took Shaw's hand, and waved towards Professor Shen.

MC: Thank you, Professor Shen, for cooperating with our work and letting us borrow your star student!

Back in the car of the production team, Shaw and I sat side by side in the back seat. He had his arm propped up, looking out the window, but suddenly he turned his head…

Shaw: Why are you staring at me? MC: ...Is my gaze really that noticeable? Shaw: It's obvious from before even getting in the car.

My face flushed, not wanting him to catch on to the uncontainable longing. I coughed awkwardly.

MC [blushes]: It's nothing, I'm just surprised to see you dressed so casually for once, it's a bit unexpected~

The Shaw in front of me now feels completely different from the Shaw in Loveland City.

The Shaw I usually see is always the most conspicuous one in the crowd, but today he's just wearing a simple vest covered with work overall.

The fabric was stained with dirt and mud spots, clearly indicating that he had spent this time in the dirt pits.

I reached out and poked the small cluster of hair tied up with an elastic band at the back of his head. It was a little prickly and a little itchy.

MC: Your hair has gotten longer.

Shaw: I've been so busy, and I didn't want Tony, the local hair stylist, to touch my hair, so I just let it grow.

Shaw shrugged nonchalantly, and my fingers shifted along the tips of his hair. I poked the slightly reddened sunburn on his cheek.

MC: You've gotten tanned as well. Shaw: Yeah, digging in the soil during the peak of summer, it'd be strange if I didn't get tanned.

He paused, and suddenly looked at me suspiciously.

Shaw: Are you…? MC: What? Shaw: …nothing. MC: What "nothing," why stop in the middle of your sentence?!

But no matter how much I pestered him, Shaw refused to speak, and even put on his earphones.

Hmph!

After the car returned to the shooting location, there was still a lot of work that I needed to continue to participate in.

I gave Shaw an apologetic look and then turned to coordinate with my colleagues to wrap up the remaining tasks.

MC: I'm off work, do you want to go to a nearby town to have a good meal tonight?

Shaw [someone feeling jealous]: Who were those guys wearing ethnic clothing just now? MC: Just now?

I froze for a moment before realizing that Shaw was referring to the male models who came to ask me about the filming of the Qixi Festival at the end.

MC: They are the models we hired for the Qixi Festival. Since we are filming an ethnic-themed program, they naturally need to wear ethnic clothing.

Shaw: …..Do you still want to shoot during the festival? MC: Exactly, these are the hardworking laborers. MC: Speaking of which, why did you suddenly ask about them?

Shaw: Nothing much, just... they were dressed so flamboyantly in ethnic attire, and their appearances seemed so mature for their age, it felt a bit strange. MC: ?? Mature? My eye for choosing models shouldn't be that bad, and besides, their ages are similar to yours.

As soon as I said that, Shaw seemed to have been poked by something, and his expression subtly changed.

Shaw: …… Shaw: ……

He opened his mouth, then closed it, and tugged at his dusty work overall.

Shaw: I'm hungry. How about having some local specialty sour soup fish for dinner? MC: - That's a great idea! - Wait, why did you change the subject again?

Seeing Shaw about to walk away, I quickly grabbed his arm and took the opportunity to express my confusion.

MC: Shaw, I have a serious question for you.

MC: Did you got jealous when you saw me talking to the male models?

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⚡ Part 2

#my tumblr was lagging so I divided the date into two parts!#mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer

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revluvzen · 1 year

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/⚡🌹/ Harder, harder, harder /⚡🌹/

bottom!Taeyong x top!male reader

credits to the author of the gif!

Category: smut. MINORS DNI.

Tags: vanilla sex, bottom Taeyong, top male reader, anal sex, oral sex, spit as lube, begging, praising, etc.

WC: 1,7k

Enjoy! Please reblog and like if you liked it!

You are laying on your bed, with Taeyong, your boyfriend, at your side. You both are checking your phones, scrolling down your Instagram feeds. It's late night, you're almost ready to sleep.

Food reels, celebrities' posts, your friends' stories, etc... It's all getting kind of boring. You drop your phone over your chest, and stare to the ceiling. Then, by the corner of your eye, you can see your boyfriend watching a video on loop. He's deeply focused in it.

It's a reel about a couple making out. The two guys were holding each other by their waists, kissing and showing their followers how much they love each other. "Sweetheart, why are you looking at that so much?", you ask him, smirking. "It's just... it's so wholesome~", he replied, blushing. "Well, it looks like it", you tell him.

Taeyong turned his head and stared directly at your eyes. His eyes looking at you so cute, contrasting with that eyebrow slit and those shaved lines on his hair that gives him a bold look. His face is so close to you; it's almost like an instinct what to do next.

"You're so freaking cute", you tell him, grabbing his chin and putting your lips close to him, finally starting to kiss him. You press your lips against the ones of Taeyong, softly bitting his upper lip, closing your eyes and caressing his cheek. Taeyong replies by caressing your shoulder, him tasting your lips.

You both then pull each other waists, your bodies now thrusting back and forth. "Mhm babe, you are so cute, so hot~", you whisper to him, sexily, before going back to make out with him. You both keep doing that for a long time. For sure, more than ten minutes. Both of your lips get swollen, you biting each others lips, your tongues deep inside of the other.

You put one of your legs above Taeyong's ones, trapping him. Naturally, some minutes after, you get right above of him, still making out, pinning him against the bed. Like an instinct, you both get very hard, you naturally starting to thrust toward him. Your hard bulges rub each other, making your tips start leaking precum.

"Will you let me fuck you, honey~?", you ask Taeyong. "Y-Yes, please- make me yours", Taeyong said, staring directly at your eyes. "So cute for me, babe~", you told him. "Let's get naked, sweetheart", you ordered. You strip off your clothes, and help Taeyong do the same.

"Spread your legs", you tell him, which he obeys. "Just like that", you praise him. You lay on the bed right in front of his bottom. Putting a pillow below his back, now you have direct access to his sweet, tight hole.

You start licking his rim, your tongue swirling around his hole, then pushing it deep into him, making him moan. "Ah- y/n, right there~ f-fuck", he whimpers, feeling your tongue wetting your insides with your saliva. "Mhm~ you're so tasty, fuck, I could be like this all day long~", you whisper, keeping on sucking his rim.

You start licking upwards. Softly pressing your tongue against his perineum, you keep making a trail of saliva towards his balls, which you kiss and softly suck.

Finally, you start licking his shaft. Jerkinv him of for some seconds, you then put his cock inside of your mouth, in order to please him. Sucking his hard cock up and down, you swirl your tongue around his shaf while it's deep inside your mouth. Taeyong moans so loud, as he feels his cock being sucked so good by you.

Having his hole and cock wet, you pull out and smirk at him. "Well, it's time, babe. But, let's make this a little fun. I want to hear you beg for it~", you say, winking at him. "W-What...? Babe-", Taeyong says, confused and heavily exhaling from having been stimulated.

"Don't you want my cock, honey? Beg...", you tell him, slapping your cock against his rim. He quietly groans, so needy for your cock. "Y-Yes- P-please, give me your cock, I need it~", Taeyong whimpers, so needy for it.

"Louder. Fucking beg for it, babe~", you keep teasing him, pressing your tip against his rim but not slamming in yet.

"P-PLEASE, JUST PUT IT INSIDE OF ME~", Taeyong cries, so needy for you. He stretches his ass just for you, with a cute begging look on his face.

"Ahh~, fuck, how can I say no~", you say, slamming in. Your hard cock starts penetrating Taeyong, your tip making his hole stretch to your width. As you ate his ass, it's already wet and ready to take your cock up him. You spit on your shaft just to get it more lubed up. Taeyong moans loud as he feels your cock going deep inside of you. "F-Fuck~", he whines. "Do you like it, babe~? There's a little more left yet~", you ask him, sweetly. "Y-Yes, babe~ please, put it all inside, feels so good~", he begs.

You finally put your whole cock inside of Taeyong hole. You lean towards him, his face so close to you. Taeyong rests his feets on your shoulders, giving you full way for you to fuck him.

"I'll move now, okay, sweetheart?", you ask him. "Yes, babe~ please, fuck me...", he keeps begging. You start thrusting your hips towards him, slowly fucking him. Your dick feels so good, fucking Taeyong's tight insides.

Taeyong starts moaning as you fuck him, so happy of having your cock deep inside of you. "That's right babe, enjoy that cock inside of you, yes~", you say, while pounding him a little bit faster.

Fucking him, you then start making out with him, shutting his moans up. You both keep making out for some long time, as you thrust into him. His lips feels so good on yours. You just want this to never end. You're so comfortable and warm with Taeyong, he's the best. His hands on your back, softly scratching it, shows how much is he loving this.

You pull out from the kiss, then staring at him. "Honey-, p-please fuck me harder", Taeyong begs, moaning loud. "Hmm, you'll have to ask a little bit more louder for that, honey", you tell him, teasing him.

"B-Babe, why are you so mean- p-please, I want you to fuck me faster~ p-please, faster, faster...", he says, as you start fucking him harder. "F-FASTER", he yells, euphoric and so needy for your cock.

"That's what I wanted to hear, baby", you tell him, fucking him so fast. You do powerful thrusts, making sure your twitching cock abuses his prostate good and nice.

Taeyong can't stop moaning as you fuck him so good, his body getting all sweaty. He clenches his hole, making it choke your cock tighter. "F-Fuck babe, you're such a slut~ you make me feel so good, fuck", you tell him, degrading. Taeyong whimpers so loud as you called him like that

He's so euphoric right now. He's crazy for your cock. He starts moving his hips back and forth on your cock as you keep drilling his hole, making it get deep inside of him even faster. Only thing he could do was to moan louder and louder and keep asking for you to fuck him harder. "Harder, harder, just like that, please~ ruin my hole~", he begged, sobbing, feeling so stimulated.

You start fucking him at an insanely fast pace, the sound of his ass clapping with your hips resonating loud around the room. Taeyong's cock goes hard as fuck, twitching as he gets near his orgasm. "Come on, cum for me~ cum for me just from me fucking your tight hole, baby", you tell him, drilling his hole so good, him now unable to talk, just moaning so loud. "A-A-A-AGH BABE I- AGH~", he kept moaning.

Taeyong reaches his climax and orgasms, his cock coming and coming loads of cum untouched, just from feeling your cock hit his prostate repeatedly. Loads of cum land on his abs, chest and even some drops on his cute, lewd face. Some other drops land on your body, getting you so hard.

Taeyong is a moaning crying mess at this point, feeling so good as he keeps spreading his legs for you to fuck him. "So good, babe, you came so fucking much~", you say, scooping some of the cum in his abs with your hand and making Taeyong lick some of it. You also scoop some towards your mouth.

Leaning over him, you then start making out with him, mixing cum and saliva inside each others mouth, your faces now being a drenched mess of fluids.

Taeyong keeps clenching his hole, making you feel so good. It's inevitable; you're near your own orgasm. You grab Taeyong's feet with your hands and make him spread his legs very wide, making your cock get inside of him so deep and insanely fast.

"C-CUM INSIDE OF ME, PLEASE~ I FUCKING NEED IT~ FUCKING NEED YOUR CUM~", Taeyong begs, sobbing and overstimulated as you keep hitting his prostate with your cock. "I-I'LL FUCKING FILL YOU SO MUCH~", you tell him, sweating a lot and feeling your orgasm building up on your cock.

"FILL ME UP, FILL ME UP, FILL ME- AAAGH~", Taeyong moans, as you finally come inside of him. Loads and loads of cum eject from your cock to fill Taeyong's insides so good. "F-FUCK, FEEL MY CUM DEEP INSIDE OF YOU, BABE~", you tell him, so euphoric, your cock still thrusting into him so your cum gets deep inside of him.

Taeyong moans so loud, "AAAGH~ AAAGH~ SO GOOD~", was the only thing he could say, tears running down his face. You also moan out load, groaning "Fuck, fuck, fuck" as your pace falters.

You lean again towards Taeyong, starting to make out with him, shutting up both of your moans. You both feel so safe with each other, hugging and caressing the others body.

After making out for some long, long minutes, you both pull out for a second. "I love you so much, babe~", you tell him, wipping off the tears from his face. "I love you so much too, y/n~ you make me feel so good...~", he replies, giving you a peck.

"S-Should we... Sleep, just like this?", you suggest, your cock still deep inside of him. "Nothing could make me happy, babe~", Taeyong sighed, so happy. As you both were so tired from fucking that rough, you both quickly fell asleep, cuddling and with Taeyong cockwarming hope.

As the sun rises, you both already know you're gonna have an awesome day. What's better than waking up with your boyfriend so close to you?

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merthurians-prat-and-idiot · 1 year

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Post 6x11 buddie oneshot-

I was thinking about the fact that Eddie got thrown off the firetruck and this happened! Written in a frenzy in the ams but hope you enjoy! (Also I couldn't resist with the last line 😆)

Spoilers for 6x10/11, discussions/descriptions of injury & mentions of hospitals

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"Hey, I'm just about to order, do you want the garlic dough balls as well or the wedges? Or y'know, we could split a box of-"

Buck trails off as he pokes his head round Eddie's bedroom door.

He's shirtless, which shouldn't be that suprising- seeing as he'd only just got back from a shift and greeted Chris & Buck before slipping off to get changed. What is suprising is that he's still shirtless, almost fifteen minutes later. But the thing that stops Buck in his tracks, stealing his breath, are the angry, vivid purple bruises littering Eddie's back.

They're painted down his spine and scattered across his shoulders- some tinged with green or yellow, creating a kind of sick diorama landscape on his skin.

He's twisted round, trying to apply cream to his back in the small mirror sat on his dresser.

"𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦"

Buck steps forward involuntarily.

"What-" he sucks in a breath.

"Wh- what the hell happened to you- are- are you okay? I-"

Eddie turns, the view of his back obscured, and holds up one hand placatingly.

"Buck- hey, I'm fine, its just a bruise" he says, softly, reasurring.

Buck huffs.

"That's more than a bruise! What happened? How did you even get those? When did it happen?" He emphasizes, his mind whirring over the possibilities.

They looked older than a day, but he hadn't mentioned any rough shifts...

"I- look- I promise, it's okay, I'm alright- they're from a while ago, but I'm putting on the cream, they're a little sore but they're healing up nicely, don't worry Buck"

"When"

"Buck-"

"Eddie when did you get those?" He repeats, obstinate.

Eddie sighs, ducking his gaze for a moment.

"I- the night of the lightning strike"

Buck's lips part around a breath.

"You got hurt?" He asks, his voice rough.

"When the lightning hit- hit you-" he pauses, looking up as if to check that Buck was still with him.

"-it also hit the truck and travelled down the ladder, I got blown backwards onto the street"

Buck steps forward again, purposefully.

"You got thrown off the truck? Did you lose consciousness? What did Hen or Chim say when they checked you over?"

"Um"

"Eddie-"

"I was fine! It just winded me a bit- I got myself up & put my helmet back on and-"

"Your helmet came off?! Eds-"

"Shit, I shouldn't have said that" he mumbled.

"Anyway, I got up and then- then I saw you- just- hanging there - so I ran up to get you down"

"Eddie" Buck shakes his head, pleads-

"You should've waited, let Hen or Chim clear you! You could've had a head injury, or something with your spine! You- you shouldn't have gone tearing up a ladder, what the hell?" Buck exclaims.

"What, and left you hanging there?" Eddie snaps back.

"No, but you could've stopped, just for a second and-"

"Buck! I could've been chained to the ground, or- or taking my last breath- but nothing would've stopped me from getting to you" he rushes.

Oh.

Buck feels Eddie's words hit his chest. The sentiment a familiar one, in reverse.

He'd heard the expression once.

If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.

He remembers it making him freeze, for just a moment, a moment like this one in fact- and thinking yeah, Neither would I.

Eddie sits down on the bed with a sigh, and scrubs a hand across his face.

Buck crosses the room in three easy strides and sinks into the mattress beside him, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

"Did you get checked out, at the hospital?" He asks softly, his volume meeting the moment, the bubble, they seem to have found themselves in.

"Yeah" Eddie replies, just as soft.

"Bobby made me, and I'm really fine, I promise- just the bruised back and a tiny cut on my hip- turnouts dug in" he dips a finger into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them down a tiny bit to show a faded scar running across his hipbone.

Buck starts to reach out and catches himself with a cough.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Eddie sighs, shakes his head.

"You had enough to think about, you're supposed to resting, not worrying about me"

"Eddie" Buck turns to face him, tucking a leg underneath him.

"I want to know if you're hurt-"

Eddie opens his mouth, but Buck continues before he can speak again.

"Even, if its "just a bruise". I know you didn't want to worry me, but we made a deal, right? You saved my life. We have each other's backs. So tell me if yours is bruised, okay?"

Eddie hums and meets his eyes.

"Okay"

Buck smiles, and they just look, for a moment.

He feels that those moments have been getting longer recently.

They're tinged with a something, something thats as thrilling and terrifying as it is soft and so familiar it feels like, it feels like- home.

He reaches across Eddie's lap for the bruise cream.

"Let me?" He offers, on an exhale.

Eddie's eyes soften impossibly further and he dips his chin, turning around, as Buck unscrews the lid.

"Thank you" Eddie says, relaxing against Buck at the first brush over his back.

"No problem" Buck replies.

"I've got you.... 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺"

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raiiryuu · 8 days

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meta: holidays

⚡︎ Send me a topic for a meta ⚡︎ - @scarletbellatrix

[[Hoo boy here we go. There's gonna be some heavy-ish topics in here (death of family/strained family relationships, copious drinking, things like that) but I'll keep the lighthearted stuff above a cut and the heavy stuff below.]]

Gift-giving holidays are probably something he honestly enjoys? He's a very 'saw this and thought of you' type, but if he's close to you he also listens a lot more than he might let on. He also likely has a deal with those he's close to that at least one holiday he gets to splurge a bit, even if he keeps the others more along the lines of what others consider affordable. He's not a "money is no object" person, he's keeping track of everything, but he's financially comfortable and has the means to do it, and these are people he cares about a lot, he wants them to have nice things. Even if it might frustrate them sometimes.

Birthdays are typically the holidays he'll go all-out for, or close to it. It's specific to that person, signifies they've stuck around another year, and he might be just a little sentimental about it. He's horrible to shop for, but one of his favorite memories is the year he tried to tell the team he didn't want anything, just for them to be there, maybe a cake or something. They (knowingly) each made one, just to get at him for it, and it was the most hilarious thing to him. Spending a snowy winter afternoon with them, dodging Bix's totems trying to smudge frosting on his face while talking with Ever and Freed about how difficult pineapple upside-down cake really is to make, isn't something he's going to forget anytime soon.

Halloween is sort of hit-and-miss for him. It was his mom's favorite, but as long as he's suitably distracted (such as helping Bixlow decorate the haunted house he's turning the guildhall into), he can relax and enjoy it. He's often asked to dress up and help out, but he usually just replies with something along the lines of I'm probably scary enough without the costume ... but grudgingly agrees to help at least a little bit.

Mother's Day and Father's Day are two of the worst holidays, for him, for various reasons. The few days leading up to each holiday, if Laxus can't find some sort of job to distract himself, he's basically a ghost -- barely seen at the guildhall if at all. For Mother's Day, he visits her grave in Magnolia, but will immediately leave if anyone happens upon him there. It's especially tense if it's Makarov that finds him, but there's rarely any words shared before he's gone.

Father's Day is...difficult. He often finds himself wanting to reach out again, to say something, even just a simple hello, but he's not sure how it'd be taken. And to him, the possibility of it being a negative reception is worse than not doing so at all. He's typically gone like he is for Mother's Day, usually spending it at home or working as a distraction.

Most holidays he's fine with, other than those, but if he's coerced into sticking around for the guild celebrations, he's often drinking to make it through them. It's one of the few times you'd actually catch him drunk, though he'd try to downplay it if he's not ushered home by his team before getting too bad off. He's said a few things he regrets while in that state, but never anything cruel -- mostly just admissions he'd never have made had he been sober.

#v;; main { lightning dragon }#;;prayers answered { asks }#;;mythos { headcanons }

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genderlessjacky · 1 year

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⚡ scared of thunderstorms

aight!! one encanto cousin bonding coming rightt up

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Abuela had told the Madrigals to take a day off due to the horrid storm happening in the encanto , it's so strong not even Pepa's magic could stop it and it didn't help that Camilo and Mirabel pranked her earlier today by putting a fake cockroach in her tea , they did apologise after but Pepa was reasonably still angry at them.

The thunder cracks and roars outside of the casita , rattling its windows as the living house tries to keep it stable . Dolores Madrigal , the child who has been blessed with the gift of super hearing, did not take this well.

She sat cross legged on the couch with her chatting siblings and cousins while her Tio Agustin played soft piano in the background . The middle child tried to focus her listening on her Tio's piano music but it didn't work , the sounds of thunder kept disrupting her , so she decided to go to her room , maybe it would be more silent there.

She gets up from the couch and quickly speed-walks to her room without saying another word.

Luisa Madrigal caught sight of Dolores abruptly going to her room , she was slightly concerned for Dolores since she couldn't control her super hearing and the thunder in itself was already really loud , she assumed that Dolores would put on some noise cancelling headphones.

But that was before she quickly realised that last week , one of antonio's birds chewed up her headphones and he never told her due to him being scared that Dolores will be angry at him so She assumed that Camilo took her headphones and they both argued for a while before Antonio told her but that's another story for another day.

The strong madrigal very lightly nudged her younger sibling who was loudly talking to Camilo and whispered to her

"Hey Mira , should I go check up on Dolores?

After Mirabel finishing laughing at one of her primo's stupid ideas she said back to her :

"Maybe , what happened to her?" she replied with a hint of concern in her voice

"I saw her going up to her room"

"Wasn't she already in her room"

"what- no she was with us , she just wasn't talking much"

"ohhh if that is the case you probably should check up on her just in case , do you want me to join you?"

"hmm , no need Mira you can continue to talk with camilo as long as it's not another prank"

"ughhhh fineee" Luisa stood up from the couch and briskly walked to dolores’s room and softly knocked on the door as to not disturb her

“Hey Prima , its Luisa , can i come in” she asked

There was a moment of silence before her cousin replied in a hush tone

“Sure..come in”

When the older sister came in , she found Dolores sitting on her bed with a distressed face with her curly hair untied , covering her ears and shoulders while the red ribbon was lazily threw on the nightstand beside her cosy bed

Luisa sat beside her

“Prima , are you okay? I didn't see you in the living room …” she asked with worry in her voice

“Y-yeah im fine its just-”

Dolores turned her head away from Luisa

“Too loud for my gift to handle”

“Don't worry prima!!! Luisa is here for you”

She straightened her back and pointed her thumb towards her chest

Dolores chuckled before an idea popped into Luisa’s head “Prima , can you turn around and close your eyes?”

“Hmmm.. whyy?”

“I think I might have an idea!!”

Dolores turned around her bed when Luisa covered her ears with her soft but rough textured hand , she made sure to be gentle with it as to not accidentally hurt her Prima

“Sooo do you remember the time Papa got his head stuck in a beehive?” the more muscular madrigal started Dolores didn't know what her Prima was doing but it felt nice..all the noises around her were muffled except for her Prima’s

“Haha , yeah!! Mama was so worried , you had to help crack open the beehive!! Poor Tio” she recalled fondly

“Right?? Camilo was laughing so hard when he tried to help , and didn't Tia Pepa scold him for that?”

“HAH she did!! , he got in so much trouble , Mama berated him so badly he looked like a kicked puppy after that happened!!”

The two Madrigal happily chatted the night away , recalled fond memories and asking about eachothers day

The both of them don't usually get to be cousins and bond like normal cousins do due to the chores they have to do but since Abuela changed they have so much more chances for times like these and times like these are what La Familia are for

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melonblue · 2 years

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Warm up with ⚡Kashimo!⚡

Ship: Gravity user x Thrillseeker

(whatever that means)

Cw: Perverse touching so suggestive content towards the end but mostly (SFW)

⚡ Summary: You're training with a guy who lusts for fighting and power leveling who can shoot lightning, you decided to tease said thrillseeker & he seems to take his liking to you.

Legal Age OC

*Written when they were first introduced

*Just some self indulgence fic for a character who might get his a** handed to him in the upcoming jjk chapters. Enjoy!*

"You're still reading that Peach girl crap?" Kashimo guessed, inviting himself to your room.

"I can relate to Momo so much, let me live Kashimo." You mumble, attentive to your glittery shoujo book.

"Wait, Momo! Oh my gosh, can I start calling you that?" You ask.

"It's training day," Kashimo replies bluntly, leaning against the door arms crossed. Not even entertaining your suggestion.

"So? I only came to see if gravity could affect lightning. It can't, so I'm going back home." You blurt out, loudly flipping the next page a bit annoyed that he ignored you.

You start scratching your hair and feel one way too many strands free standing. You snatch your pillow and put it over your head squirming to jump out of the bed. You catch glimpses of Kashimo smirking.

"You think you're cute, huh?" You state, rolling your eyes at him.

"Being cursed with Barbed wire hair doesn't mean you have to take me with you." You sneer, quickly greasing your stands and scalp so the next try wouldn't be too strong.

You walk by the door looking at his round pretty eyes, his eyebrows bending in confusion.

"You know what, I have just the thing to fight you in today." You say excitingly, ruffling his front part and walking past him.

You walk back to Kashimo and tap him to turn around, but he can only assume this is your new awakening to latex kink.

"A full body rubber-like suit...? Clever or Kinky?" He asks, just to humor himself.

"Both!" You answer quickly,

"Neither, you look ridiculous." He answers correctly.

You frown, "When some opponent comes out like this, remember this." You tease,

"Is that a challenge? You want to see how fast that suit lasts?" Kashimo threatens, cracking his knuckles with one hand.

"Now hold o-Ahck!" You stutter as you run down the hall, and Kashimo with two fingers extended and the other hand in his pocket, brisk walking carefully strikeing your legs with his currents.

"Stop! That f*cking hurts!" You yell, pinholes in your suit start forming, you envelop yourself in cursed energy to protect yourself.

"What happen to that suit of armor you got on?" Kashimo announces,

"All you can do is shock, shock, shock, you glorified Pikachu!" You retort.

If it wasn't for your "useless" manga addictions and TV shows, you might have gotten away with Kashino not knowing that insult.

You turn around seeing that stupid sadistic smirk on his stupid face. You could have sworn his hair buns shot up in excitement as he breaks to run towards you.

He was not letting up soon and you knew better than to go begging this guy for mercy once he caught you. You slam your fist in your hand and a force slams Kashimo neck first into the ground into the next floor.

"Calm down, ji ji, you'll hurt your back." You shout out, acting as if you weren't shaken up being three seconds from scorched medium well to well done.

You run by the hole and see Kashimo holding his body up against the wall on all fours, under him was the bathtub full of water.

"You're really dumb to think I don't know the layout of the house we slept in, small fry." He answers looking up at you with deadly eyes.

You immediately run downstairs and open the front door, but you feel a grip on your suit tearing it, yet you did not think about breaking momentum, however there is enough force to pull you back to him where he slams his fist in your stomach forcing you back again and denting the floor.

You can hear Kashimo's footsteps.

You grab any object in your vicinity and swing as hard as you can knocking Kashimo head, but he already made skin contact.

His initial momentum causes him to grab your legs and pushes them back by your head causing you to yelp from the stretch more than the pain in your stomach or the aftershocks that was fleeting from your reversed cursed technique.

"Is that all you got? Really Disappointing, kid." Kashimo taunts, while squeezing down on your thighs more, his fingers indent in your skin and you feel the increasing tingles on your skin.

It tickles you and because his hands were so close to your , your toes curled. You could not tell if Kashimo was doing it on purpose or if your head was in the gutter.

In reflex, you swing down your leg harshly around his neck in mount leg choke, but could not grab his arm through your lock so you end up slamming on his neck.

Which caught him off guard and you won an annoyed grunt at best. He stops the struggle and rests in between your legs.

"Since I got the last hold, can I call you Momo now?" You ask, hearing your heart beat fast.

"No, you can fix my first floor ceiling and you didn't earn anything. I barley used my technique on you." He answers,

"Well, since we were both clearly holding back, let's take it outside?" You demand,

"Hmm," he answers, staring up at you, "It's warmer here." He murmurs, referring to your body heat.

He tickles his fingers up and down your inner thigh with one hand and presses his lips on your other thigh making the biggest sucking sound ever. You could feel your face heating up.

"Take this seriously!" You exclaim, that you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy this weird off and on thing, but you wanted him to respect you as a fighter more. A bonus considering the time period he was born in and how skilled he is.

You thought he was going to be like Maki's cousin, being a woman daring to ask this old guy for his guidance and all, but you shake those thoughts quickly. He degrades you with his actions based on strength like he does everyone, but sometimes the electric beatings gives you the "feminine" urge to clean his house all day and watch shows.

"Sure, we need to work on your stamina. You're too weak." He says bluntly, grabbing your thighs and pulling them apart he gets up and starts walking to the entrance door. As if he wasn't finding reasons for you to stay another week or more.

You look down to the ground thinking about another snarkey remark, as you're about to use your hands to push up off the ground.

Kashimo turns around and lends you a hand. You grip him firmly and he grabs you up in one swift motion, then wraps his arms around your shoulder.

But it seems like he's got some liking to keep you around regardless so you'll figure it out later.

"So, you're training in shredded rubber or...?" He questions, scanning your body. You put your hands in front of his eyes in response.

"Ugh." You sigh, jogging back inside the house with a large hole in your back.

*I try to do those subtle details crap like him not liking manga, but him remembering the name of yours. Ah my heart.

Don't be afraid to comment, I welcome you to cause I have no proofreader. 🤠👋

#jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x poc!reader #jjk kashimo #kashimo x reader #Gravity reader #second person pov #i cant write #IwasthinkingaboutaNSFWbutcheckprevioustag #poc reader #hajime kashimo

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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RONANCETOBER: all prompts!

all my fics for Ronancetober linked here! including AO3 links (i'll try to add all of them to AO3 eventually!) thank you for reading <3

Day 1: Upside Down 🙃

chapter 7 of my fic open up your heart (like the gates of hell) aka Ronance using the Upside Down as their personal San Junipero

“What does it say about us that we think of this grotesque parallel world as safe enough or at least safer than the actual world.” “I think it means we’re a good team,” Nancy replied, and she let her hand brush Robin’s as they walked.

Day 2: Vampire / Werewolf 🦇

nancy is a vampire. robin thinks that's very sexy of her. that's it. that's the plot

“Well,” Robin shrugged and didn’t dare to move forward just yet, “You did call me, didn’t you?” “I did,” Nancy smiled. It was an indescribable thing, seeing her smile happily instead of devilishly, and still seeing just a small glimpse of those fangs.

Day 3: Body / Style Swap 👭

“That’s not even your size, Robin.” “I feel ridiculous.” “No, I’m not saying I want it to be pink but…” “Baby, how on Earth did you get this hole on the shirt?” “I look like a twelve-year-old boy!” “I mean, it’s nice when you wear it but… are you sure?”

Day 4: Horror Movie AU 😱 (AO3)

THE CONJURING AU 👻: Robin and Nancy as Ed and Lorraine Warren (Movies Version), Nancy has spooky visions and Robin loves her very much!! ft. Steve as Robin's bestie, Max as their adopted daughter, B*lly dying, Vecna getting exorcised the fuck out! (please read this one is my favorite)

Day 5: Multiverse 🤯

what if... we met alternate versions of ourselves from the Upside Down and they were so hot... and we were both girls 😳😳😍💞🙈🥰💗😳

“Robin, do you see it?” the real Nancy said at the exact same time, turning to her Robin with a spark in her eyes and snapping her fingers as she said, “The Upside Down made an exact copy of Hawkins. It also made copies of us. Of course!”

Day 6: Superhero / Super Powers ⚡

BIRDS OF PREY AU ✨💎 starring: Robin Buckley as Harley Quinn, Nancy Wheeler as Black Canary, Vickie as Renee Montoya, Chrissy as Huntress, Max as Cassandra Cain, Henry Creel as Black Mask, B*lly as Victor Zsasz

Day 7: The Sapphic Senate 👭👭

THE CRAFT AU 🔮

“Try me,” Robin whispered. Nancy was close enough to hold and to hurt, to curse and to kiss.

Day 8: Your Ronance Anthem 🎶

Christine by Lucy Dacus → Robin throwing a shoe at the altar during Nancy's wedding <3

Day 9: Free Day! 🔥 (AO3)

DO REVENGE AU ✨

“What if we worked together? What if you could be the one to infiltrate Steve’s bubble to execute a perfect revenge? And I could just as easily shatter Vickie’s life.”

Day 10: Dungeons And Dragons 🐲

Fluff With Plot And Without Dungeons and Dragons

“So… I think I understand,” Robin said while frowning at the notebook on her lap. “No, you don’t,” Nancy said with her tone full of affection.

Day 11: Time Travel ⏳ (AO3)

TERMINATOR: DARK FATE AU starring: Robin Buckley as an Augmented Super Soldier from The Future (with Mackenzie Davis' arms) suffering from Gay Devotion, Nancy Wheeler as Future Leader of The Resistence against The Robots Apocalypse just some girl™, Joyce Byers as absolute icon Sarah Connor, Jim Hopper as Friendly Terminator :) , Vecna as Unfriendly Terminator :(

Day 12: Autumn 🍂 (AO3)

4 times Nancy made Robin blush and one time Robin did something about it… or something like that 👀👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧣🍂

Day 13: Apocalypse AU 🧟‍♀️

"if the world wasn't doomed by a zombie apocalypse and we didn't have to fight for our lives every minute of every day... would you still like me? be honest"

Day 14: Heaven and Hell 😇😈

what if Nancy was an angel but she wanted to do evil instead? what if Robin was a demon but she actually wanted to do good? what if they kept running into each because they're supposed to influence Max, El, and Erica? but what if they fell in love with each other??? haha just kidding!! unless...... 👀

Day 15: Pirates AU ⚓

ah the inherent homoeroticism of a Pirates AU!

“I want to know what you’re hiding behind all these shadows,” Nancy answered, taking one more step forward. “I’ll show you,” the Red Robin whispered. “If you’ll show me what you’re hiding under all these layers.”

Day 16: Trick or Treat! 🎃 (AO3)

Robin and Nancy wear a couples costume and go trick or treating with get bullied by Max, El, and Erica!

“Trick or treat?” Robin said, grimacing a little. “You’re late,” Nancy replied and sent a pointed look at Robin, who squirmed and scratched the back of her head. “Sorry. But look! I brought you kids!” Robin added, waving her arm beside her, and adding in an exaggerated whisper, “It was their fault.”

#well this was so much fun!!! thanks everyone that read my fics! and everyone that created something too!!#ronance #ronancetober #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #my fic

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fluffy-ami · 3 years

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hiho ami >//< if you have time I’d be so happy if you wrote a ler!fischl and lee!bennett fic kdndjdjd okay bye loveuloveu /p

"Bow down, cheer up!"

(Fischl & Bennett)

A/N: LER!FISCHL LER!FISCHL LER!FISCHL⚡

(And Jai, Jai, see, self improvement, i'm tRyInG tO wRiTe–) It was very fun to write! (But really wHat ThE hEll tOoK mE sO lOnG bruh i just–?)

Characters: Bennet, Fischl (platonic)

Summary: "You can't be upset with the princess beside you, this is a sign of bad behaviour!"

"...and then Oz, my fearless familiar, attacked the enemies from the darkness! As always, he was there to help me, Fischl fon Prinzessin der Verurteilung, and..."

Bennett chuckled quietly to himself. He liked listening to his friend's stories.

"You should write an autobiography sometime," he smiled as her emerald eye shone brightly in excitement.

"I think he's right, Mein Fräulein," if crows could smile, Oz would definitely be smiling right now, "You have extraordinary writing skills".

Time flew by, and they were already within the walls of Mondstadt. The streets were noisy as usual, the sun was shining brightly in the blue sky, the beautiful smell of the flowers that Flora was selling was everywhere.

Nothing new.

"Me and my brave associates finished our commission with pleasure, Katherine," Fischl smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips, "Are there any other Mond's people who still need our help?"

"No, that's all for today," Katherine smiled, "Here's your reward. Did something interesting happen today in your adventures?"

"Of course, dear Katherine!" the girl replied, "Wolvendom is really teeming with slimes of incredible sizes these days! I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, think that our Adventurers' Guild needs to send there..."

"Bennett!"

The boy quickly turned around, only to see Royce's angry face right in front of him.

Yes. Nothing new.

"You gave us the wrong coordinates! Our group went straight into the swamp!" the older man nearly shoved a wet map in the poor boy's face, making him back up.

"I- I'm sorry!" Bennett started apologising worryingly, "It wasn't on purpose!.. It was just a mistake! I swear, I saw..."

"I don't care what you 'saw', it's your fault!"

"Now, now! Who gave you the right to talk to the princess' friends like that, you, ungrateful citizen?" Fischl pushed Royce in the chest lightly, but stubbornly, "And you call yourself an adventurer? Save your threats and this piece of wet paper for yourself!"

She crossed her arms on her chest, looking the man directly in the eyes. People in the street were glancing at the three, concerned.

"Tch. A loser and a weirdo. You fit together."

It was the last thing Royce said before leaving.

"... Are you okay?"

It was the last thing Fischl asked before Bennett ran away.

°•°×°•°

The city walls were far behind. Bennett sat under the tree, hugging his knees and falling silent. He wasn't going to cry. He just needed to think.

Why was he friends with Fischl? The answer is simple: she knows what freedom is. It doesn't matter to Fischl how others look at her, what they say about her. Bennett wanted to be like her. How many times has he lied to himself that everything's okay, that he doesn't care? He always brings problems to others. They have every right to be angry with him. And Fischl doesn't have to defend him all the time.

"Mein Fräulein, he's here."

"Bennett!.." the girl ran up to the tree, looking behind it, "Why did you run away? Are you hurt?"

... And she wasn't afraid to show him her true self.

"No..." he moved to make room for her, "Why did you come here?"

"Answer the princess' question," Fischl smiled a little, sitting next to him.

The boy sighed.

"You know why. I'm a loser. And I don't want anyone to call you a weirdo because of our friendship. You better stay away from me. Otherwise, my curse will keep affecting you."

"Why do you think that it's all your falt?" she tilted her head lightly in confusion, "Royce was clearly upset that he had taken his group to the wrong place himself, but wanted to blame someone else."

"I saw his map. There is no swamp in the place you marked, my friend," Oz said, going down to the grass.

"Then it's the first time when I'm not guilty," Bennett shrugged, "It doesn't matter. Everyone would be better if I disappeared. Or was not born at all."

"But I would feel bad," Fischl wispered, placing her hand on his shoulder gently.

They were quiet for a while.

"Okay," she finally looked at him, "You can't be upset with the princess beside you, this is a sign of bad behaviour!"

Bennett smiled weakly, and Oz just fondly rolled his eyes.

"I'll give you a special treatment then, my poor servant!" Fischl grinned, wiggling her fingers at him playfully, "Now, let's see..."

"Fihischl, not now, plehease!" the boy tried to suppress his giggles, curling on himself, "Dohon't do ihihit!"

"Awww, come on! Someone's smiliiing!~" her skilled fingers started scribbling at Bennett's sides suddenly, making him squeal.

"Nohohohooo!" he fell on his back, giggling adorably.

"Where do you think you're going?" Fischl tried to stop her own giggles, moving closer to the boy. "I think that now my servant deserves a punishment!"

Bennett smiled nervously, staring at Oz with the "HELP" look.

"You're right, Mein Fräulein," the crow said, "You should tickle his belly, it's definitely a good spot on him".

"Oh, of course!" she smiled as her fingers made their way to the boy's exposed belly. "How could I forget about your ticklish tummy?"

Bennett covered his blushing face with his hands and squealed. He wasn't even trying to stop her. They both knew why.

"P-pleheheahase, not thehere!" the boy squeaked. "StahaHahhap!.."

"Why not?" Fischl circled his navel teasingly, "You're laughing so much, why should I stop?"

"Be-becaHAHAUSE..!" Bennett threw his head back in nearly hysterical giggles again, as he felt her nails softly and playfully dig into his tummy, vibrating lightly.

"Becaaause...?" she smiled, not stopping for a second and listening to her friend's sweet laughter.

"It t-tihiHIckles!" he caught Fischl's wrists with his hands and just held at them weakly.

"I'm well aware, believe me," she rolled her eye, easily going for Benny's ribs, "It should tickle, we're actually trying to cheer you up here!"

"I'm cheheered uhuHUHUP!"

The boy positively shrieked and pressed his arms into his sides, trapping Fischl's hands there.

"Are you suuuure?~" she started wiggling her fingers slowly, making her poor prey squirm and giggle in her trap. "You don't seem very happy to me..."

Those devious fingers were making their way up his ribs...

"I ahahaaam-! Fischl, plehease don't. D-don't gohoho there–NOHO!"

...and finally got under his arms.

"NAHAHAHAHAAA..!" Bennett howled, kicking his legs out and digging his heels into the grass, trying not to hurt the girl at the same time.

"Did I find a horribly sensitive spot?" she giggled along with him as he nodded instantly, squeezing his eyes shut and laughing wholeheartedly.

After a minute of some more playful tickles, tears started forming in the corners of Benny's eyes, and Fischl decided that it was a good time to stop.

"Are you okay? Was it too much?" she removed her hands carefully and sat beside her friend.

"N-noho, no, I'm fihine..." he curled into a ball on his side, leftover giggles were still spilling out of his mouth.

"...I actually... needed this. Thank you, Fischl. Really."

Her eye widened when Bennett suddenly hugged her tightly. Fischl returned a hug, patting the boy's back in a comforting way, smiling at him.

"Everything is going to be okay, Bennett. Your fathers will be there for you. Your friends will be there for you. I will be there for you. No matter what others say. Remember the words of the great Fischl fon Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

Bennett giggled quietly. If good people who he loves are supporting him, everything else doesn't matter. He needs to try his best to meet their expectations. She's right.

"Oh, we should get some food by the way! Let's get going! Your princess will make a perfect lunch!"

Yes. She's always right.

#genshin impact #tickle fic #ler!fischl #lee!bennett #tickling #my stuff #protect benny with all costs #bennett #fischl #i'm so dramatic affhkduf (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧#Angie the angel 🕊️

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🪵☠️💪🧡💚💜🐱🌪️🔥💋💩👔🏹🎻🐵

"You really fuckin see all that?...Really? Cos I look in the mirror, and I don't see shit."

#again went through all of them xD #he kinda went....>///> but wouldnt admit that obviously!#[⚡]i don't even count right? [ic]#[⚡]the breakfast club [main verse]#[⚡]do you want me to turn it up? [reply]#mobile #ty for the ask hun hope you're doing okay over there!

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I’m Not Sorry

Pairing: Guardian!Reader x Chubby!Thor

Summary: The Guardians make a stop on Contraxia, and you have a heart-to-heart with Thor.

WC: 2,048 words ⚡ Warnings: Mentions of weight and weight loss and gain

A/N: This is for The Sad Hatter’s Tea Party Challenge! The twist on this challenge was, I sent them who I wanted to write for, and they sent me the title. When I first saw the title, I thought this was going to turn into more angst, but I’m glad my final idea ended up a little fluffier overall! Enjoy!

I’ll reblog linking my masterlist, and tagging my taglist (which is open!) and The Sad Hatter.

“I-I-I… I will not!”

The Guardians, including you, plus Thor, had landed on Contraxia. Quill was following up on a tip about Gamora’s whereabouts, Nebula and Mantis were on a different planet following up on another lead, and the rest of the crew was invited to just hang out on the planet if they wished. Quill told the crew they could do whatever they wanted.

“Enjoy some of the wonderful tourist attractions this planet is known for,” he had said with an enigmatic wink.

Rocket mumbled something about just going for the alcohol, and Groot delivered one of his signature “I am Groot”s with a distinctly affirming tone as reply, in hearty agreement with his raccoon best friend.

Only Drax responded to Quill’s invitation with enthusiasm. “Yes I will, Quill, thank you.”

Thor had clapped his hands together and asked good-naturedly about the tourist attractions in question.

You had laughed and leaned back against the wall of the ship. “This planet is known for brothels, your majesty,” you teased him.

He had stammered out his protestation to the idea.

“Why not?” Rocket had asked. “You’re a single man, a studly dude, even if you got fat.” Rocket slapped Thor’s belly as he exited the ship.

The Asgardian merely shook his head and promised to watch after the ship.

A few hours later, you arrived back at the ship to find Thor in the cockpit, gazing out through the dash, from through which he could view the bustling streets of the foreign planet. But he seemed not to see the commotion, as he was too caught up in his own head.

You made no effort to break him out of his reverie. You just sat beside him in the copilot’s chair, laying your shopping bags at your feet.

You took a moment to admire him. His azure eyes were misty and beautiful. You could see the deep-seated pain behind them. Though his muscles weren’t as defined as they once were, he still definitely came across as physically strong. Physically strong but emotionally vulnerable; your weakness.

“Unit for your thoughts?” you finally asked, severing the silence.

Thor startled a little at the sound of your voice. He turned towards you with slightly wide eyes that soon softened upon seeing your friendly form.

He didn’t answer your question. Instead he asked, “Did you enjoy your trip on Contraxia, Lady Y/N?”

You nodded. “I did, Thor, thank you.”

“Did you…” He made a vague gesture with his hand. “Partake in the local attractions?”

“No I did not.” You indicated the bags at your feet. “Just some light shopping.”

“Ah.” He nodded and returned his gaze to the windshield.

“My offer still stands,” you said, bumping his shoulder lightly with yours. Or rather, his bicep, as your torso was shorter than his. “Unit for your thoughts, remember?”

He turned back to see you presenting a steel unit coin between two fingers; a highly rare object, as the interplanetary currency had long since transmuted to being purely digital. Thor laughed then, a hearty laugh that boomed through the spaceship, supported by air from his full belly that shook a little with the force of it. The sight and sound made your heart swell and a broad smile split your face in two.

Thor’s large hand folded over yours, curling the coin back into your own palm. “Keep that relic, and I shall tell you my thoughts for free.”

You slipped the token back into your pocket. “An excellent deal.”

Despite the levity of the conversation and the fact that he had offered, he turned to face forward once more and let out a reluctant sigh.

“You don’t have to,” you rushed to assure him. “You never have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“No, I want to,” he murmured. “To get stuff off my chest. If you are prepared to hear it.”

“Always, Thor,” you promised, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m here for whatever you need.”

“I’ve been thinking about this…” He placed his hands on his round belly and gave it a little jiggle.

You smiled and placed a hand on it too. It was a lovely feature on him, you thought. You had heard stories from before you joined the team, the first time the gang met him, when apparently he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, just pure muscle. That didn’t sound healthy or attractive, in your mind, but the way people spoke about it, you’d think that version of him was the pinnacle of existence, or manhood, or godliness, and he was somehow lesser because he had lost that chiseled physique. You were not of that opinion.

“What about it?” you asked, your voice perfectly cheerful.

“I should get rid of it…” he began, but immediately you cut him off.

“Why?” you asked, a frown pulling your previous smile down your cheeks. “You’re healthy enough, aren’t you? You eat the same foods we do, are about as active as the rest of us, have the endurance and strength you need to complete the tasks necessary for your life…” You remove your hand from his stomach and punch him lightly in the bicep. “Even your extraordinary life as a hero, god, Guardian of the Galaxy.”

“Yeah, but…” Thor began.

“No buts!” you said, placing a finger on his lips. “Let’s rephrase. There is no ‘should,’ there is no ‘need.’ But there may be a ‘want,’ and that’s valid. Do you want to get rid of your belly, Thor?”

You hoped you didn’t sound as personally hurt as you felt when you uttered that last question. It wasn’t any of your business, and you would support Thor whatever he wanted to do, but you would miss it if he worked it off.

“Well, that’s the thing,” Thor said. “I don’t really want to, but I thought I should. I mean shouldn’t I?” he seemed genuinely confused.

You shrugged. “Why ‘should?’ What practical purpose would it serve?” “No practical purpose, I suppose, but aesthetic…”

“Well, I think you are beautiful just as you are, but if it’s for you. If it would improve your self-esteem or what-have-you. It’s a personal choice.” You tried to keep your tone even and kind and warm, but you suspected that some of the negativity you felt towards the very idea of making Thor less cuddle-able was seeping into your voice.

Thor shrugged and stared out at the street, at the diversity of bodies and people. Even the robotic sex-workers on this brothel-heavy planet came in a variety of shapes and sizes for people with various preferences, you thought, but you didn’t say it out loud.

“I mean I don’t think I need it. I’m fine with how I am,” he said. “At least, I think I am.”

You nodded. “Sometimes it’s hard to separate society’s voice from your own in your head.”

Thor took a quick inhalation through his nose, which made you think that you had hit on something there. “Every time I think, today’s the day: I’m going to go on a strict diet, start working out more, we land on a new planet with some delicious delicacy that we all just have to try. And there’s almost always something better I could be doing rather than exercising.”

He kicked at something you couldn’t see at his feet and it made a clanging sound. “Finally we landed on this planet. In the past, I would have had no issue sating my needs with a paid stranger, but I was embarrassed for them to see me this way. So I finally started a workout. I was so determined for it to feel good, to feel like it was doing something. But a single pull-up broke a beam off the ship.”

His face turned red with shame as you knelt down under the console to pick the rod up. You held it up to the light, then behind you. “Oh, just from over there?” He hummed an affirmative. “I’m pretty sure that’s just decorative. Not a big deal. If Quill complains, I can weld it back on no problem.”

You turned back to Thor, placing the pole back on the ground. “It sounds like you don’t really want to change your body all over again. It’s a long and difficult process, and it doesn’t sound to me like it would really be worth it, except that it might grant you some sort of societal acceptance, that you don’t really need because you have people who care for you no matter what.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” Thor asked with a sneaky smile.

“Me, you lug-nut,” you chuckled, tapping his leg with your foot. “And the rest of the team. Even though they may have weird ways of expressing it.”

That got a bit of a smile out of Thor, and you celebrated internally at your small victory.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to eat delicious foods you may never get the chance to eat again, because who knows when’s the next time we’ll land on this planet. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with your friends instead of pushing your body to its limit, which I expect in your case is quite a high limit. You’d probably need equipment we don’t even have to get an adequate workout anyway.”

Thor blushed and hung his head.

“You’ve been pursuing what you want, you’ve been living your best life. Now you just need to not be sorry about it.”

Thor turned to you and really looked at you for the first time since you sat down, really examined your features instead of just looking through you while he got lost in his own thoughts. Your expression was as sincere as sincere could be, your eyes soft and kind. He shook his head and huffed out a breath. “Sometimes I think you really like my body,” he teased. “I’ll catch you staring at my belly, or when you pinch my cheeks…”

You hung your head as heat rushed to your own cheeks, biting your lip nervously.

His eyes widened as he realized he had hit a nerve. “Oh, I was just teasing. You couldn’t—You don’t really—” He grabbed his stomach. “I mean this? Really?”

You couldn't make your gaze meet his, as much as you wanted to. “Really, Thor. I think the softness of your body matches your personality, which makes it that much more attractive. Plus, you seem really… comfy,” you mumbled.

You could see out of the corner of your eye as Thor’s face lit up, then shifted into a devious smirk. “Really comfy for what, pet?” The nickname made your stomach turn, in a very, very good way. “For… sitting on?” He pulled you up into his lap, demonstrating that he was still perfectly strong even if his muscles were no longer visible and taut as Chitauri fibers. You nearly melted as you were forced to look into his crystalline blue eyes, now infused with mirth and life, gazing at you hungrily. You gripped onto his meaty shoulders for dear life.

You smiled and cuddled into his soft body, all of your dreams coming true. Well, not all of them just yet. But as his coarse hand began to slip lower and lower down your back, you had a feeling some of the dirtier dreams would be fulfilled soon as well.

Before things picked up, though, you mumbled into his plush chest, “You know, even if you had something to be embarrassed about, which you don’t, the sex workers on this planet are robots anyway, and their AI isn’t all that advanced.”

“Well, I would much rather make love to you over a robot any day of the week,” he murmured, finally letting his hand drift as low as it could go and cupping your ass.

Then the mood shifted. He softened, seemingly preferring to just hold you for this moment than to make good on that statement.

“Oh, Y/n,” he murmured laying his cheek upon your head. “If you like my body just as it is, then I could never find it in me to be sorry for it. Not one bit.”

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