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say-al0e · 2 days

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Hypothetical

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Eddie asks a lot of hypothetical questions, just to hear your answer. The answer to this question was more real than you wanted to admit. Warnings: Tiny bit of self-doubt, idiots to lovers. Pairing: Eddie x fem!Reader (think it could be read as GN but just to be safe) Word Count: 2.7k

“Would you fuck my clone?”

The question, asked as casually as if he were inquiring about the weather - though, to his defense, he’d asked weirder - rose above the sound of chainsaws emanating from the television and earned a confused frown as you spared him a sideways glance.

Eddie’s attention remained mostly on Leatherface, chasing unsuspecting victims, but you caught his curious glance as you laughed. Those were the first words spoken in over an hour, certainly a record for your verbose best friend, and you couldn’t help but ask, “What the fuck, Eddie?”

“What?” From his position at the end of the couch, feet propped on the coffee table and head lolled onto the cushions, he shrugged. “It’s a simple question. Would you fuck my clone?”

A beat of silence passed, in which you realized this was one of those moments where Eddie wouldn’t let the question go until he was given a satisfying answer, and you sighed. “I don’t think that’s the question, Eds,” you countered. “Isn’t it usually, ‘would you fuck your own clone’?”

With a dismissive wave of his hand and a scoff, Eddie finally sat up and turned his full attention to you, screaming teenagers and chainsaws forgotten now that he had something better to capture his attention. “That one’s boring,” he reasoned. “We know all the arguments. This is a different question, new arguments.”

“I think we’re fine without arguing,” you teased, reaching for the nearly half-empty bowl of popcorn. “Just watch the movie, Eddie.”

From the corner of your eye, you watched as a look you couldn’t quite recognize flickered across Eddie’s face. However, just as quickly as it appeared, it was covered with a raised brow and a teasing grin. “We’ve seen it a hundred times already. Anyway, what I’m getting from this is, you would fuck my clone. Interesting.”

Eddie did little to hide his amusement as you rolled your eyes and tossed a piece of popcorn at him. “I didn’t say that,” you argued, despite yourself - despite knowing that you were walking into a conversation you weren’t yet sure you wanted any part of.

A hum, unconvinced, met your ears as he reached for the bowl and plucked it from your hands. “Okay,” he prompted, ignoring your outraged huff. “So, tell me. Would you?”

There were a handful of ways you could respond to his probing. The first, shut down his question with a point blank refusal, phrased as a light-hearted joke that did little damage to his ego and even less to your already fragile nerves. The second, play into his game and debate the pros and cons of sleeping with his clone, the ethical ramifications, the conversation he clearly wanted. Or, the third, admit to him a fact that you’d concealed since the summer of 1984.

Any way you could have him, real Eddie or clone, you would take it.

That was, solidly, not in the lead. So, you opted for the second approach.

“Jeez, Eds,” you sighed, stealing popcorn from the bowl now resting on his lap. “I don’t know. Maybe,” you conceded. “Depends, I guess. Is he, like, total you or some weird, kinda fucked up clone? Like, is he totally evil or incapable of coherent thought or, I don’t, off somehow?” As an afterthought, you joked, “More so than the real you, anyway.”

“Rude.” There was no bite in the declaration, only a fond amusement that made your chest ache, but you did your best to ignore it as he hummed. “Clone’s a totally normal, complete carbon copy. Everything about him is exactly the same, down to the last hair.”

“So, no aspirations to rule the world or become, like, the next Leatherface?”

Eddie grinned. “That’s my backup plan, you know, if music doesn’t work. So, guess it’d be his, too,” he admitted, only breaking into laughter when you grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. “Seriously,” he relented, “nothing weird. Just another me. Everything you know and love, times two.”

With a sigh, you lifted your legs onto the couch and hugged your knees to your chest. “Then… I don’t know,” you admitted, voice barely audible over the screams still echoing from the television. “Maybe?”

“It’s a yes or no question, babe,” he reminded you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he studied you. “Shouldn’t be this hard.”

That look, the one that you had difficulty placing, returned and despite your uncertainty as to what it was, you were certain that you didn’t like it very much. Doubt, or maybe hurt, were the closest emotions you could identify though neither made much sense to you in the moment.

Still, rather than ask, you rolled your eyes. “What’s the point of this conversation?”

There was none, it was just for fun - a debate, like the thousands of others you’d had over the course of your friendship - and Eddie said a much as he shrugged. “Isn’t one,” he declared, offering you the last handful of popcorn. “I just want to know if you’d fuck my clone.”

When you refused, he returned the bowl back to the coffee table before reaching for your ankle. With a gentle tug, he encouraged you to rest your feet on his lap as his fingers began to tap a beat that only existed inside his head against your skin. “Why does it matter?”

Eddie shrugged once more, though this time, he glanced at the television rather than you as he answered. “Because I asked and you always answer.”

“I do,” you relented, sighing as you also spared the screen a glance. “Well, what’s the right answer, then? There has to be one.”

This time, he shook his head as the tapping of his fingers grew a touch faster. “Right answer’s the true one.”

For a moment, you simply studied Eddie. His side profile, bathed in the warm glow of the television, was the picture of concentration as he watched a scene you’d seen a thousand times before. Only, you knew him well enough to see the telltale signs that he was in no way paying as close of attention as he should’ve been.

The slightest tick in his jaw, the quick bite of the inside of his cheek, the delayed blinking; all signs that he was waiting more intently for your answer than he wanted you to believe.

Rejection - no matter how hypothetical - never seemed possible when it came to Eddie. So, you sighed and conceded, “Okay, fine. Sure, I’d fuck your clone.”

Eddie hummed, seemingly unsurprised and feigning nonchalance as he nodded as if the answer confirmed something he already suspected. And there were a thousand ways in which you expected him to respond; none of which could’ve compared to him declaring, “So, you’d fuck my clone but not me.”

Again, rejection was not an option. However, you had no intention of admitting to him that you’d wanted him for years. There was no world in which you could see yourself admitting to him that you thought he was beautiful - with his doe eyes and playful grin. Telling him how you felt would likely end in an awkward silence at best and a ruined friendship at worst.

So, you opted for a careful denial. “What? I didn’t say that.”

“But you’re not saying anything to the contrary,” he countered, turning his head to spare you a cursory glance. There was something there, beneath the amused glimmer in his eyes, that unnerved you - something far more serious than you were expecting - but as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

When you shot him an unimpressed glance, cutting your eyes at him before returning your attention to the television, he shrugged, teasing grin never faltering. “I never said that. I answered a hypothetical and you’re reading into it.”

Eddie met your perhaps too sharp denial with a raised brow as he gave up the guise of watching the movie. “So, am I wrong?”

“Would you stop putting words into my mouth?” You huffed as you reached for the bowl of popcorn, desperate for something to distract yourself from making a confession you knew you would regret. “I never said that. All I said was that I’d fuck your clone, I answered the question.”

“Okay, fine. You never said you wouldn’t fuck me but it’s never happened. Never even sort of, almost, maybe happened,” he reminded you - as if you needed it. “So, you would fuck my clone but not me. Why?”

“Because we’re friends, Eddie,” you shot back, resisting the urge to roll your eyes as you popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “I’ve known you since I was ten.”

The excuse sounded weak in your own ears, but it was all you could muster without breaking down and confessing that you would, in fact, sleep with him. If only he’d ask. If only it wouldn’t destroy your friendship. If only it was that simple.

Still, Eddie was relentless. “But my clone would have all my memories, totally the same person,” he reminded you. “He’d be your friend, just like me. But you’d fuck him. So, why not me?”

“This is stupid,” you huffed. “Why do you care?” He’d never pushed so hard, not in pursuit of a hypothetical question meant to pass the time, and you were genuinely curious why he seemed so interested in your answer, or your lack thereof.

“I’m a naturally curious person,” he argued, shrugging as he squeezed your ankle. “It’s just a stupid hypothetical. C’mon, why would you hypothetically fuck my clone but not me?”

There was little doubt in your mind that he would continue pushing until he got the answer he was looking for, especially as it seemed that he’d already made up his mind that he was right, so you shifted yourself in a huff. With your legs now hugged to your chest, eyes on the television to avoid meeting his gaze as you admitted in a snap, “God, okay. I’d fuck your clone because it’s the closest I’d get to being with you without actually destroying our entire relationship. Happy with that answer?”

“What?” Eddie sounded genuinely surprised and you could feel the warmth of his gaze burning into your skin as you purposely kept your gaze on the television.

“If your clone is you, all your memories, your mannerisms, your looks, I’d fuck your clone because then I’d get to see what it’s like to be with you,” you admitted, words escaping despite every fiber of your being telling you to be quiet. “I’d get everything without the risk of losing you when I fuck it all up.”

Eddie shifted closer then, careful to keep a few inches of space between you but no longer nestled into the opposite edge of the couch as he tipped his head to get a better glimpse of your face. “What do you mean, when you fuck it up?”

Frustrated tears - at admitting a secret you swore would follow you to the grave, at allowing him to get under your skin when he was simply asking an innocent question, at allowing yourself to get so worked up over something so simple - stung at the backs of your eyes as you huffed. “I’m… you know me, Eddie. I don’t,” you sighed, cutting yourself off, before taking a deep breath. “I’m prickly. I don’t do well with romance. I freak out and run,” you reminded him. “Even if you felt the same, if we worked out enough to not have our friendship go down in flames, there’s still a chance I’d fuck it up and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to run from you.”

“Hey.” Eddie shifted even closer, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, and sighed when you refused to glance at him. Regardless, he exclaimed, “That’s why we’d be different.”

“What?” Of all the things you expected him to say, that was the last. With furrowed brows and tears still lining your lashes, you tipped your head to glance at him. “Why?”

“Because,” he began, meeting your eyes for the first time in what felt like hours, “when you try to run, I know what you’re doing. When you get all weird or try to push me away, I know it’s not really you wanting me to go. I know you. I get you, just like you get me.”

“Eddie.”

Of all the ways you’d expected him to react, of all the ways you expected him to acknowledge your feelings for him, returning them was not on the list. For years, you’d convinced yourself that there was no way he would return your feelings, there was no way you would ever be able to acknowledge those feelings without losing your best friend, and there was still a deep-rooted fear that, despite his seeming certainty that his understanding would make a difference, any attempt at a relationship would only end in heartbreak.

That didn’t seem to matter to him as he pressed on. “I’m serious. It’s us,” he continued, this time reaching out to press a hand to your knee. “It’s always been us, always will be us. There’s nothing you can do to get rid of me. Not now.”

“You can’t know that,” you sighed, though it was nowhere near as confident as you hoped it would be. “We can’t see the future.”

“We can’t,” he agreed. “Not yet, anyway, but the nineties seem promising.” When you rolled your eyes, barely suppressing a smile, he laughed. “But that’s the fun part. We do our best to make our own future. It’s always going to be together, might as well come clean and really be together instead of making ourselves miserable pretending.” Before you could respond, offer another half-hearted refusal, he pressed on. “What do we have to lose?”

“Everything.”

Eddie shook his head, completely unconvinced that anything bad would come of allowing yourselves to try. “I don’t believe that. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“How can you be so certain?” You wished you had an ounce of Eddie’s certainty, his true belief that the pair of you could make it, but you were skeptical. Neither of you had much luck in life, neither of you had much outside of one another, and losing him would be far too great.

However, you were tired of pretending that a shared future was not what you wanted.

The possibility that your future could go up in flames, that you could destroy the best friendship you’d ever had, worried you. It kept you awake at night. But now knowing that Eddie felt the same, that he wanted the same future you did, there was no way you could turn him down.

For all your fear, for all your hesitance, saying no was not an option.

“Because we’ve been in love for years and nothing bad has happened yet.” He said it as if it was the most obvious answer he could give, as if it made all the sense in the world, and if you really stopped to think about it, it did.

“Can you promise me something?”

Eddie shifted ever closer, nodding easily as you reached for his hand. “Anything.”

“Can you promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll always be friends? Even if we don’t work out, if something happens, promise me that we’ll still be there for each other.”

“I promise. Nothing hypothetical about that,” he agreed, corner of his mouth lifting when you offered a soft smile.

The moment stretched around you, nothing existed outside of the pair of you as Eddie tugged you into his side. It was easy, natural, and you melted into his touch despite the fear lingering in the back of your mind.

There was a brief worry that this could be a mistake. That allowing yourselves to intertwine your futures so thoroughly would only end in heartbreak, but he was right. For as long as you could remember, it had been you and Eddie. There was nothing that had managed to wedge you apart yet. And pretending had no guarantee of working in the long term.

So, you decided to dive in to the deep end and allow yourself to truly fall. There was no situation, real or hypothetical, in which he would allow you to hit the ground.

No matter what, you knew that he would be there to catch you.

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Author's Note: I spent my entire day in meetings. All the meetings. So many meetings. I also have a dentist appointment on Wednesday and I am Terrified. So have this.

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slvtforyeo · 20 hours

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if there is one thing that you never forget about even if it was a year ago, it was seonghwa cumming on your glasses.

it was also kinda your fault for not removing it while giving him a sloppy blowjob on a public restaurant's bathroom.

you were currently on your knees, bobbing your head up and down as you take his cock in your mouth, feeling his grip in your hair slightly tightened due to how he's feeling so good right now. "fuck..." seonghwa moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he lets you gobble up his cock.

it was gentle at first. occasional gags, you choking on his cock and some low groans coming out of his pretty plump lips. but it eventually became sloppy when he started to think 'fuck it this woman is too good to be true, I'll fuck her mouth because i said so' and yep, he does it. when he was about to cum, he looks down on you, his dick twitching once he sees you looking like a real life hentai girl who became his girlfriend.

you were about to greedily swallow his cum down your throat when he suddenly pulls away, his cock now right infront of your face (on top of you) and shoots his cum on it, decorating your pretty face with his cum.

you were absolutely turned on by it but not until you realized, you are wearing your glasses. EYE GLASSES. once seonghwa calmed down from his high, you open your eyes and remove your glasses, only to see a bunch of cum on it, staining it.

"oh.." he spoke softly, embarrassed and slightly guilty that he just stained your eyes glasses. you look up at him with a poker face and say, "you better give me the best toe curling, pussy squirting pussy eating when we get home."

let's just say that you managed to do three things,

1. you two got out early from the get together dinner

2. you managed to clean your cum stained glasses though it was annoying

and 3. you came three times by seonghwa's tongue alone that night

word count: 357

a/n: in my country, i have one week no school days so yall better be ready for more like this HAHDHAHWHDH

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez fic #ateez smut #ateez fluff #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez x reader

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natt-writes · 2 days

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~5 Writing tips that actually help~

(These tips are meant for fiction books, especially fantasy. so if you’re writing nonfiction a decent amount of these won’t apply to you. Sorry!)

Find your writing voice.

one of the biggest issues I find in things written by beginners is a lack of emotional connection with the narration. Sure the story can be great, but without personality, without looks into the characters minds, without little quips here and there, it really isn’t all that interesting. Something that really helped me to realize this was a book called the tragical tale of birdie bloom. It’s a kids book but it honestly has such a good narrator (and storyline tbh) that you can look past the little kiddy-ness. I recommend you check the book out if you’re looking for some inspiration. I will be making a post about how to develop your writing and character voices soon so if you want some extra help with that, stay tuned!

2. Get to know your characters.

I know that you all probably already know this, but characters are one of, if not the most important part of a book. Readers don’t want to read about a flat, boring character who just feels like a vessel for the horrifying amount of trauma you add to your story. They want to read about people that feel real, people with flaws and feelings and hobbies and backstories. When I wanted to develop my characters I started going through the drafts, the plot outlines, everything and seeing what the characters did, said, felt. Then I took their basic backstory and started lining things up. Like if a character decided to get into a fight with another character, I would see what had happened to them that might have caused this. Maybe they had been abused as a child and thought that any disagreement meant they had to fight for their life. Maybe this person reminded them of a former enemy. After you start to figure out what connects the characters to the big plot points, you can then start to develop subtle things. You could start writing something, realize this situation would have triggered a character, and then drop subtle hints towards them feeling uncomfortable. Go nuts with it, after all you can never over-analyze a character.

3. Describe things uniquely.

Descriptions are what help us to understand what’s going on in a scene. They can tell us about the tasty drink a character is enjoying, the slick dress that someone is wearing or the way a characters muscles tense when a certain someone enters the room. But sometimes descriptions a fall a bit flat and that can ruin the experience for the reader. Something I always try to remember is to try and come up with new words describe something, for example; “her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown.” Is a very basic and over used description, instead you could try; “her eyes sparkled as she sat across from me, gleaming a rich chocolate shade as the light from the candles reflected off of them”. This is a much stronger sentence as it gives both environment hits and a description of the eyes, all while staying away from overused terms. I often see this theme in stories written by beginners, things being described in a very straight forward manner. And of course this is ok once in a while, especially if this isn’t a very important topic, but it still sounds better when you branch away from that basic sentence structure. I always like to use descriptive sentences to push things forward. Here is another example; “she was wearing a fluffy green dress with lots of lace. She walked over to the door and opened it.” Vs “the lacy trim of her green dress dragged on the floor as she walked towards the door. She smiled wide as she held it open, inviting her guests into the building.” Making strong sentences is very important, so please toy around with different words, structures, etc, until the sentence fits the type of book you’re trying to write.

4. Make trauma realistic.

Yes, even if you’re writing a fantasy book, characters experiences have to be realistic. Something that always gets on my nerves is when writers come up with a good idea for some trauma, so they just give to a character, even when it doesn’t suit them at all. if you are going to give a character trauma you need to explain it, set it up so it actually fits into their character arc, then have the character actually be affected by it. They can’t just randomly be like “I got shot by a dude.” And that’s it if there is no way that character could have gotten shot given their life experiences. Also if you want a character to be relatively unaffected after an extremely traumatic event you have to plan it out so that they have a specific and consistent trauma response that makes them not react shortly after an event like that. Characters are supposed to be like people, and no two people react to trauma the same way, so you do have some leeway if necessary, but people also don’t just stay the same after something horrible happens, they are affected by it and that has to be accurately portrayed. This does get easier the more you get to know the characters though, as soon you will know how they react to things and how to plan trauma that suits them.

5. Make a plot outline.

I cannot stress this enough, make a plot outline. Making a plot outline literally saved my book, and they are really easy to make! I recommend you download a spreadsheet app like XL spreadsheets or Apple numbers but you could even use google docs if you want. You want to put in all the chapters and then give each chapter at least six spots to write scenes. Add a spot for adding the main event of the chapter/a summery of what you have to write. This will help you to understand what you have to write for that chapter and how it fits into the next chapter. After that you start to fill all the scene boxes in with your plot information. Having a plot outline is great as it can be super vague and messy, but still hold all your ideas. It also helps to prevent unnecessary rewrites later, as you can just edit the plot outline before you start writing the first draft. You can even make a plot outline after you’ve started writing your book. That’s what I did and I promise, it still is very helpful. (Example of a plot outline below.)

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sunfortune · 1 day

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can I ask what bridgerton books you’ve read and if they’re worth it

i read “the viscount who loved me” yeeeeears ago. and it is still probably my fav regency romance novel. it’s not even perfect. i just loooved the characterizations. (they’ll NEVER make me hate you book kate) and i think the banter and slow burn in the first half of the book was SOOO good. and literally what so many romance novels LACK. bc insta-lust/love just doesn’t pack the same punch. i’m sorry

also i litchrally claimed kate as a women of color in my own delusions back when i was literally reading a standard White Ass Regency Romance Novel (BEFORE there was ever any show) bc i just loved kate that much. and was like WHOS gonna beat my ass⁉️ (this was after still star crossed lol) she was a woman of color. TO ME.

plus they described kate as “dark” and edwina as “fair” in the book a lot which i know just meant hair/eyes but i was like. slay! no take backs! LDMLSJSKSJ

(so despite everything about the way the show did kate i did absolutely WIN in that aspect)

next. the second book i read was “romancing mister bridgerton”. (again. this is before there was ever a show) bc i liked the little of penelope i saw in kanthonys book. but then. well. reading that book is when i realized “the viscount who loved me” might have been a fluke bc WHAT in the world. “romancing mister bridgerton” was just 350 pages of penelope getting dogged by the boringest MOST bitchless man on earth. the way she PINED for colin from literally page 1. PAGE ONE. but the book doesn’t spend a SINGLE second making him compelling in ANY way, shape or form was MIND boggling. AND THEN gave him the audacity to treat HER like shit⁉️

and the WHOLE TIME the book is like they’re friends to lovers btw!!! hehe <333. NO THEY WERENT! DONT piss me off rn. that man was NOT her friend. he was nice to her ONLY when he deemed her below him. and as soon as he found out she had success in something he didn’t, it was immediate disdain and disrespect for her. that’s not a friend?!

ALL WHILE! she falls all over herself bc of how bad she wants him. i wanted to get her the fuck out of her OWN romance when i was reading that book. i could not believe what it was selling as real true love. garbage

next. i was debating if i should check out another book after that mess. bc i didn’t know if the other were also bad. and eventually just decided to start from the beginning (moment of silence 😞) and pulled up “the duke and i” and then as im reading the synopsis i stumble on a review detailing the plot and that describes the actual sexual assault in that book that gets played off as romance.

aaand i have NOT touched another bridgerton book since

i Have heard eloise’s book and romance is awful by mutuals who have read them all. and benedict’s is not very great either. francesca’s book may be the only worthy follow up to tvwlm. those 2 are generally considered the better ones of the series.

i’m still recovering from the ones i have read though so wont be able to confirm any time soon

in conclusion:

the viscount who loved me (my best friend still idc. not perfect but very gorgeous to me)

romancing mister bridgerton (hot garbage. argue with your mother)

the duke and i (burning books is not always bad. it would be fine here)

#ask #bridgerton #books

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madangel19 · 2 days

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Okay okay, so hear me out.

The ghoulettes (either one or all, doesn't matter which) and Phantom, right?

Phantom is sick for the first time topside and it's bad.

Bad because they try to hide it for so long they collapse. It's not their fault really, they don't really know what sickness is.

They wake up in Cirrus' room and the girls nurse them back to health!

Ooo, I like :3

Content: Fainting and some angst from poor Phantom

Words Count: 767

Phantom groaned when another wave of unease washed over him during practice. It had been happening all morning and he had no idea what was happening. Did he eat something bad? That often happened when one ate tainted meat, but the food in the ministry had been perfect so far.

He tried to focus on his guitar, but the more he played, the more pain and unease took over. He could see the concerned looks from his pack members whenever he messed up. That was to be expected since he was new, but when he saw Copia looking back at him, he felt even worse. There was plenty of time to get better with performing. These songs were new to him and he needed more practice, but he had been doing so well over the past few weeks.

“Let’s take a ten minute break,” Copia said when they were done practicing Kaisarion. He gave Phantom a knowing nod before going over to drink some water.

“Hey, are you okay?” Dewdrop asked, walking over to him with two water bottles in hand. Phantom didn’t realize just how thirsty he was when Dewdrop handed him the water bottle.

“I’m fine. I…I just need more practice,” Phantom replied, taking a sip of the water.

It suddenly hit him like a break and he coughed violently, dropping the water and spilling it. He tried to steady himself, but he was quickly on his knees, alerting the rest of the pack and Copia. His ears were ringing and his vision grew foggy as the ghouls surrounded him. He felt a hand on his back easing him to lie down and all went dark.

Phantom groaned, slowly opening his eyes to a dark room. His head was pounding and there was something cold on his forehead. He tried to move his hand to feel what was there, but his movements were sluggish. He felt high, but it was a bad kind of high.

A soft chirp filled the air and he noticed movement in front of him. More chirps and chitters surrounded him and he noticed three figures surrounding him.

“Hey there, Bug. You gave us quite a scare back there,” a familiar voice cooed as one of the figures got closer.

Phantom blinked and Cirrus took form before him. She smiled at him and placed a hand on his forehead, taking off whatever it was that he had there. It looked like a wet towel.

“What…What happened?” Phantom asked, his voice weak.

“You passed out on us, sweetie. Looks like you caught a nasty bug,” Cumulus said, appearing on his other side with another towel in hand.

“A…bug? Did…Did I get…bit?” Phantom questioned.

Cirrus and Cumulus exchanged worried glances before turning back to him. Cumulus put the rag on his forehead while also caressing his skin with perfectly cool fingertips.

“It’s not an actual bug, honey. You got sick real bad. It happens with new summons, but you’ll feel better in a few days with rest. I know it feels scary, but you have us to take care of you,” Cumulus chimed, her smile sweeter than anything.

“I…I gotta practice. The band needs…me…,” Phantom murmured. He couldn’t be laying around in bed when he should be getting better at performing. If he wasn’t good enough, then he would surely be sent back to the pits. The very thought terrified him.

“It’s okay, Phantom. We have plenty of time before the tour starts. You just rest and we’ll be here for you. Swiss will make you your favorite snacks whenever you feel like eating. How’s that sound?” Cirrus said, patting his shoulder.

“What if…What if they send me…back?” Phantom asked, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“That’s not gonna happen, Buggy. All of us have gotten sick at some point and we were never sent back. You’re staying here with us no matter what,” Cumulus said, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

Phantom let out a sigh and relaxed into the bed. Cirrus and Cumulus continued to chitter amongst themselves as they worked on tucking him into the bed and making him comfortable.

“You need anything, Bug?” Cirrus asked.

He wasn’t quite sure what he needed until a wave of drowsiness took over him and his eyelids grew heavy.

“Just…sleep,” he murmured.

“You rest up as much as you can, honey. That’s the best thing you can do now,” Cumulus said.

Phantom smiled up at them as he slowly closed his eyes. The last thing he heard was them humming softly together as they sat on either side of him.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #phantom ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette

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I see yalls Tim and Darksied are friends and help eachother with parenting and raise you. Sometimes when they complain about certain people to eachother, that person vanishes or winds up with many broken bones. Tim groaning about Ras? Old Man gets a visit from Darksied who says, "little maggot. You have hurt someone I care about." In front of other villians before eye beaming him. The DEO are after Secret again while she's on Earth visiting friends? Tim blows up a few government buildings and is now wanted in another country.

This is how they show they care about eachother. Saying it with words? They would both rather die than show that weakness. But anyone who bothers their buddy doesn't survive for long. Also small things like Tim upgrading some security stuff to have better sensors while Darksied offers to grow him a new spleen.

When Tim adds "no longer missing Spleen" to his medical files there are a lot of questions from the Bats.

I'm sorry. Real quick, I saw the phrase "before eye beaming him" and I died of laughter. I can't even begin to explain how humorous I find that specific phrase. Eye beaming 😂

Anyways, I absolutely love this take on it! The spleen being grown back is a beautiful cherry on top with this outlook. In this AU, I did hc Tim doing some security work or helping with any management problems Darkseid might have, but the descriptions you added were great!

I wonder how often they would actually fight on the battlefield together. This seems more like the other would suddenly find out that a problem they had "miraculously" disappeared. Do they work together for some of these ends, or is it more of a quiet favor/care system?

I also imagine the Bats freaking the hell out when they realize just how friendly Tim is to Darkseid. It's giving, "You dated the brutal dictator of Nicaragua," but with befriending Darkseid instead.

How would Tim make a civilian cover for suddenly getting his spleen back? Does he claim he was misdiagnosed?

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!

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𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭

Law gets you a gift that turns out to be an outfit meant entirely for his own pleasure.

originally posted on Dec 4, 2022

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills!

Law didn’t often give you presents. So when you’d walked into the bedroom the two of you shared down in the submarine, you were rather confused when seeing a small box on the bed, Law standing nearby, waiting.

You stared confused, then looking at Law, who had a small smirk plastered onto his face.

“What is this?” You asked, your tone nearly sounding like a warning.

“Just a gift.” Law replied promptly.

“…Just a gift?” You repeated his words, looking back at the box.

“Mhm. Just something I’d thought you’d like.”

He was acting too cocky for this to be a genuine gift. There was definitely a catch to it, you just didn’t know what it was yet. You began reaching for the box to open it, barely tugging on the ribbon when Law spoke again.

“I’ll be in the shower,” he informed you, “feel free to open it whenever. No need to wait on me.”

You stared at him with full suspicion, wondering what in the hell was this man up to? And to just leave before you could open it?

You watched as Law’s tall figure slipped away into the bathroom, not another word being exchanged between the both of you. After a moment, you heard the shower running.

Well… he did say not to wait on him, right? Your lips flattened into a straight line as you once again reached for the box, feeling incredibly confused but almost scared. Was he pranking you? But why would he, as serious as he is? That would be incredibly unlike him.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly untied the ribbons on the box and pulled the lid off to find some colored tissue paper. Whatever this ‘gift’ was, it was wrapped up in the paper. The suspense was killing you.

Why were you so scared? Maybe Law was being serious and it was a real gift, he just… apparently didn’t know how to act when giving a gift. But you doubted that.

Releasing the breath you’d taken, you pulled the paper away to reveal… clothing.

Then you picked up the piece of clothing, and that’s when you finally understood why Law was acting so strange.

You weren’t quite sure what to call it. It was similar to lingerie, but it wasn’t at all lace-y or meant to look pretty. This thing was meant to make you look, rather… slutty.

In shape, it was similar to a swimsuit but it was clearly way too thin and small to even be considered one. The bottom part was small, probably meant to hide absolutely nothing. And there were two untied pieces that came off of the bottom. You assumed they were supposed to be tied around your neck.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to just try it on and entertain whatever it was that Law wanted. You quickly threw your clothes off, and pulled it onto yourself.

As you put it on, you realized the two thin untied pieces were meant to cover your breasts… as if they could. But nonetheless, you pulled it behind your neck and tied it, turning to see how it looked in the mirror.

The bottoms looked exactly how you’d imagined they would, and the top was just… the most revealing thing you could wear without actually getting naked. The pieces of fabric were just barely covering your nipples, and even then they were so thin that it was fairly see through.

Although the sight did make you blush, thinking of how Law had gotten this for you… you still didn’t feel entirely good about it. Perhaps a little annoyed. Rolling your eyes again, you turned to head into the bathroom where Law was still showering.

“Really Law? This is the outfit you picked out for me?”

He didn’t even turn to look at you. “Yeah. Thought it would really suit you.”

Forgetting entirely that you even had the piece of clothing on (if it could even be called that?), you stepped into the shower and grabbed Law’s shoulder to turn him around.

That cocky asshole still had a smirk on his face.

“Looks even better than I’d imagined,” he commented.

“Law! It’s so…. ugh, I don’t know…”

“Slutty? That’s the point, y/n-ya. This was my plan all along, to get you into this little outfit, make you annoyed enough to seek me out in the shower, and then I planned to fuck you in it.”

Your cheeks burned red as you listened to him. You wanted to argue, that you actually didn’t like the outfit at all, but then you saw the way he was completely devouring the look of you. With the water now falling onto you, the thin fabric became completely soaked, showing everything underneath. Not that much was hidden anyways.

You let out a pathetic whimper when Law put his hands on you, sliding his tattooed hands along your frame, before they came to rest on your hips as he pulled you in, kissing you.

By now you’d forgotten that you were annoyed, or that you just wanted to somehow prove him wrong. You whined as one of his hands slipped beneath you, rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.

“See why I liked this thing so much?” He taunted as his lips parted from your own.

“mm-mhm… but… why buy it,” you paused to let out a soft moan, “when it doesn’t even cover anything?”

“Again, that’s just part of the plan,” Law told you. But really, that didn’t explain much. Wasn’t this just a waste of money?

But those thoughts were soon forgotten as well when Law’s hand pushed the fabric aside, his long fingers plunging into your soaked cunt. You whined and moaned against his chest, holding onto him as he slowly fingered you. Law was clearly enjoying this entirely too much. Was this some strange kink he’d never mentioned? Whatever it was… he nearly had you on board.

“You’re being so good, y/n. Wearing this stupid whore outfit for me and taking my fingers so well… I might just skip straight to fucking you.”

You moaned again, louder this time, “please… Law… fuck, it hurts…”

“Hurts?” He questioned, a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m… I’m aching for you,” you told him, embarrassed at how pathetic you were currently being, “I need you in me… please.”

Law’s smirk returned to his lips at your words. “Fine, since you’ve been so good for me.”

Law turned you to face away from him, pushing you up against the wall as he slid inside you. You cried out in pleasure as he filled you out, half of your face smushed into the wall. The fabric barely covering your breasts slipped away as they got pushed into the cold tile, your nipples being exposed to the cold surface.

“Good girl, take it, just like that,” Law praised, starting with a slow and steady pace.

You didn’t know what it was, but you felt extra sensitive today… the cold on your nipples creating a strange but good feeling, Law’s tight grip on the flesh of your hips, holding you up so that you wouldn’t fall, the way his cock throbbed within your tight hole, it was all beginning to be too much.

Your arms flailed until you found a place for them, folded above your head against the wall. Your cries became closer together, louder and more breathier as you felt yourself winding up for release. Law’s thrusts became faster and harder, your cunt clamping down on him.

“F-fuck… you’re squeezing me so good…” he panted out, clearly feeling as overly sensitive as you.

Law’s grip became tighter, yet he was losing his hold on you. His thrusts becoming sloppier and his groans became louder as it all continued, despite how fucked-out you both felt. Even without either of you cumming yet.

“L-Law! I can’t do it anymore… I…” you cried as you started slipping down the wall. “I’m gonna cum.”

Law didn’t even reply to you, he simply nodded his head against your back, giving you the okay to cum.

You moaned loudly as you released onto him, cock still pounding into your puffy red cunt. Your moans found a pattern as Law continued on, feeling himself getting lost in the feeling of your wet, tight cunt squeezing him just the right way…

“F-fuck, y/n-ya…” was all he managed to say before his grip faltered and you slipped down the wall just a little before he caught you and released his hot seed into you.

Law slowed down before coming to a complete stop, slowly bringing you down to your feet, where you then felt it was hard to stand on your own. Your legs shook as Law slid out of you, carefully turning you around so that you could hold onto him.

With the shower still running, you pulled yourself close into his arms and placed a sloppy kiss onto his wet skin.

As you did so, Law turned the shower off. Then, after a moment to let you regain your composure, he pulled away from you to see the now ruined garment that clung to your soaked skin.

“Guess I won’t get any more use out of this,” he muttered, peeling it off of you.

“Just… buy another one,” you said, barely even feeling conscious.

“Maybe next time I’ll get a leather one,” Law suggested with a chuckle, hoisting you up into his arms and carrying you out of the shower to dry off together.

#law x reader #law x reader smut

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Change is Scary

This fic takes placed directly after this one. It's not absolutely crucial that you read that one before this one, but it might provide some more context.

Anyway this is chapter 1 of me throwing Finn and Drew for an absolute fucking loop.

I hope everyone enjoys Drew being physically and mentally distressed :)

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“Hey baby,” Finn said as Drew walked into the apartment.

“Hi.” She responded, mildly distracted as she unpacked the plastic cvs bag she walked in with.

Finn was too preoccupied, nibbling on saltines and watching reruns of Doctor Who to notice the slightly crushed box that Drew shoved into her hoodie pocket. She crumpled up the bag as well as the receipt and threw it in the trash as she walked down the hall to the bathroom.

She took a deep breath as she pulled the box out of her pocket. “Early Result,” “Fast and Accurate,” the callouts read as she opened it carefully, pouring the contents onto the bathroom counter. Fuck Fuck Fuck she thought to herself as she read the instructions. They were pretty straight forward… One… no, two… yes.

3 minutes felt like 3 hours in this situation. Drew was light headed and nauseous, which wasn’t really anything new anymore. She was repeating the same thing in her head over and over again like a mantra, One, no. Two, yes. One, no. Two, yes. She closed her eyes and took a breath in as she picked the test up and let it out as she opened her eyes. One, no. Two, yes. One, no. Two, Fuck.

Her heart sped up and her head swam, her vision blurring around the edges. This can’t be fucking real she thought as she turned around and steadied herself on the sink. Drew dropped the test, the plastic clattering as it fell in the sink and she dropped too, gripping the edge of the counter as she lowered herself to the floor. She felt like she was going to pass out, or vomit. Everything came back into focus and intense nausea washed over her making it clear which was about to happen. Drew clamped her hand over her mouth as she gagged and scrambled to lift the toilet lid in time for her coffee and granola bar to make a reappearance.

“Fuck” she mumbled to herself before retching and bringing up more of her meager breakfast.

“Drew? Did you just get sick?” Finn asked through the door, knocking lightly.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m okay. I promise. I just- I just need a minute.”

“Do you think you caught my bug?” He asked, guilt already bleeding into his words.

“Maybe,” She lied, flushing the toilet and sitting back, leaning her head back against the wall. “I’m not really feeling well at all.” Her voice cracked and she closed her eyes, willing the tears not to come, and failing miserably as they silently ran down her cheeks.

“Drew? Baby, are you crying?” Finn asked, trying the door and realizing it was locked.

“I’m okay, just give me a second.” She said, wiping her face with the back of her hand and heaving herself off of the floor. She grabbed the test out of the sink and shoved it into her pocket before opening the door.

Finn was standing right outside and instantly pulled her into a hug.

“Feeling icky?” He asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

“Yeah,” Drew sniffled, before pulling away.

“I’m sorry I gave you my stomach flu, Lovely” He said, pulling his sleeve over his hand to wipe some of Drew’s stray tears. “I know how much you hate being sick… Have you felt bad all morning?”

“Not really, I uh-” She cleared her throat. “It just hit me while I was out, I feel a little better now…”

“Okay, how about we get you some water and then lay down? We can put on some dumb movie and just relax, yeah?”

Drew took a deep breath and nodded, “Yeah, that sounds really good. Can I just change real quick? I want to get out of these jeans.”

She walked down the hall into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She pulled the test out of her pocket and looked at it closer, two very clear lines. No doubt about it. She sighed and put the test in the drawer of her bedside table before she changed into pajamas and met Finn out on the couch.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as she snuggled up next to him.

Drew shrugged, “I’m okay.”

“Alright, let’s just relax babe.”

Laying on the couch she could tell that Finn was still warm, a residual low grade fever from his stomach bug that he was still recovering from and thought that he had given to her… She couldn’t continue to let him think he got her sick.

Currently, he was sleeping, having dozed off about 30 minutes after they settled in the living room.

“Finn?” She said quietly, watching the ceiling fan spin above her head.

“Hmm?” he responded, clearly still half asleep.

“I’m pregnant.” She said, barely above a whisper.

“What? Drew you’re whispering”

“I’m pregnant.” She responded a bit clearer.

This made him wake up a little bit.

“Wait, like… actually?”

“Yeah.” she mumbled, not looking at him.

“Oh…fuck…” He sighed, sitting up and running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah… fuck.”

#my ocs #drew #my writing #emeto #sickfic #illness

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HOUSE MD 2024 ONE SHOT BASED ON THIS SCREENSHOT - in collaboration with @zethd

"hey wilson, i need to borrow some money," house announced as he swung the door open to his best friend's office. the brunette oncologist rolled his eyes and let out a groan, though he was more than used to the request of money.

"what do you need it for?"

"does it matter?"

"yes," wilson huffed. "i'm not funding any of your stupid schemes anymore."

"i'm getting a service animal. i figure it's about time i finally accept that in my old age, my leg can't keep up with me anymore," house replied, the sarcasm dripping in his tone. wilson was slightly surprised, and he took a minute to consider.

"how much money do you need?"

"about $10k," house answered. wilson blinked, almost as if he couldn't believe he'd heard that correctly.

"why so much?"

"i'm high maintenence," house shrugged. "the dog needs to be able to keep up. dogs aren't cheap and the training isn't cheap either."

"don't those dogs come trained?"

"well, yeah, but i still have to compensate the trainers for working with the dog," house scoffed, as if it was obvious. wilson sighed, pulling out his cheque-book and opening it, but he paused for a moment.

"you swear this is going towards a service animal?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. house rolled his eyes, nodding his head.

"when have i ever lied to you?"

ONE WEEK LATER

"house, what the hell is that?" wilson groaned, watching as house limped into his office with a robotic dog trailing behind him.

"this is rover," house replied, pointing at the dog.

"rover? and where exactly did rover come from?"

"he's my new service animal," house scoffed. "god wilson, keep up."

"you got a robotic dog as a service animal? that's why you needed $10k?" wilson groaned, leaning his head in his hands and shaking it. he should have known better than to trust house.

"what else would i have gotten?"

"a real dog."

"yeah, like i want something that sheds all over the place. the hookers leave enough of their hair behind for me to find later," house said.

"house, this isn't funny. how is a robotic dog supposed to help you?"

"he's a robot, moron. he's programmed to be smarter than humans. besides, he knows some cool tricks."

"tricks? like what?" wilson raised an eyebrow. what the hell kind of tricks could a robotic dog do?

"we have to go outside. i don't think cuddy will be too happy if rover did his tricks inside. she's such a buzzkill," house rolled his eyes. wilson sighed, knowing he shouldn't be putting this much trust into house, but he followed him outside regardless. they made it outside to the parking lot, coincidentally right near cuddy's car. well, wilson thought it was coincidentally, anyway.

"i have a bad feeling about this," wilson admitted, seeing the look on house's face.

"oh shut up and watch. it'll be cool. come on rover, do your thing," house instructed, pushing a little button on a remote control he'd pulled from his jacket pocket, and within seconds, rover was shooting a flame out of a piece of metal attached to his back. wilson stepped back immediately, though cuddy's poor car took the brunt of it.

"house!" wilson gasped, and house simply made a face.

"whoops. he wasn't supposed to do that...i think i pushed the wrong button."

"what the hell was he supposed to do then?"

"oh, he was supposed to shoot flames but not like that. i didn't even know he could do that. cool."

"no, not cool! you just torched cuddy's car!"

"honestly, i was doing her a favour," house shrugged. but speak of the devil, because out came cuddy when she realized that it had been her car that had been torched.

"what the hell did you do to my car?!" she exclaimed as she stormed over.

"rover had an accident," house replied, pointing at the robotic dog at his feet.

"rover? this is what you meant by a service animal?" she huffed, realizing that she too had been fooled into thinking that he had pure intentions when he came to her to put in the paperwork for a service animal.

"isn't he cute?" house asked, obviously trying to distract from the car that was currently in flames in front of them.

"you're really going to play dumb right now?"

"like i told wilson, i was doing you a favour. no wonder you can't get laid, driving that thing around," house scoffed.

"that's it. rover is gone," cuddy said.

"you're really going to separate a boy and his dog?" house pretended to pout, looking down at his "pet".

"oh, i'm going to do more than separate a boy and his dog. i'm going to kill the boy and his dog," she said, and even house took a step back.

"uh oh. i think she's mad."

"you think?" wilson scoffed. it was obvious he was mad too, and house could tell.

"oh come, not you too," he groaned.

"i funded this! you told me you were getting a dog, not a flame-throwing robot!"

"this was cooler, and a lot less maintenance than an actual dog."

"he destroyed my car!" cuddy argued.

"look on the brightside - now you can upgrade."

"and you can pay for it."

"what? how? i had to borrow the money for rover from wilson. you think i can afford to get you a new car?" house scoffed.

"you're going return rover and get a refund, and you're going to give me that money so i can get a new car."

"you can't make me give up rover," house protested.

"i have a baseball bat in my office. you can watch me smash rover to bits if you'd prefer," cuddy shrugged, and house cringed.

"fine. i'll return rover. just know how heartbroken he is though."

"i'm sure he'll be just fine."

#house md #hatecrimes md #gregory house #hugh laurie #greg house #fanfic #james wilson #rsl #robert sean leonard #lisa cuddy #lisa edelstein

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House of Alpha Chapter 23: Control (Yes finally Nanami Smut 👩‍🍳✨)

Alpha!Nanami x OmegaReader

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Nanami shifted pulling his pants down and removing his glasses, you released a gasp as you looked away. “N-Nanami!”

“It’s okay. I thought this would be better. We always go to you but we never allow you to come to us. When you are ready to look at me then do so. Take your time.”

You blinked in silent shock, internally screaming. It was a nice gesture and you completely get what he’s thinking. Only Nanami could get naked and consider it a grand gesture of him being polite. This type of thing probably would have sent you running in the real world.

Nanami was patient with you. He waited for you to feel comfortable enough to turn your head and take in his nudity. Your eyes crawled over his frame and you were definitely not disappointed. The game was borderline hentai. Borderline. So usually you saw just their chest, but Nanami had all the right muscles in all the right places, perfectly balanced. A perfectionist even when it comes to his own looks. You did your best to not openly stare at his cock but good Tengen it was big even though he was half hard. He was the length of the blue now, so you could only assume when it was ready to go he’d be the glow-in-the-dark toy. You couldn’t even think how silly it was that Nanami was the one with the lightsaber dildo. You were too busy shamelessly ogling him.

His hands were upon his hips, and there was a slight blush on his cheeks, you could tell he was feeling sheepish much like when he asked if you liked his room. He cleared his throat, “Y-you can do whatever you want… and I’ll be silent and I won’t touch you.”

You took a step closer to him, raising your hand and placing it on his bicep. Then you grabbed the other one. He relaxed his arms for you, so you could feel to your heart's content, and he did not touch you. It was awkward, much like the start of your duette. Your touches were shy at first, but that quickly changed. You had already felt his muscles during your dance but you could have easily said it was an ‘accident’. This time you were able to feel and mold your hand over them with the intention to do just that. He was so warm, soft, and hard all at the same time, he was just too damn flawless. Too good to be real. They all were.

You moved your hand over his neck and he tensed with a soft groan. Your eyes darted to his blushing face, eyebrows pinched with glossy honey eyes. You were entranced by his pleasurable expression while you gently rubbed his neck. He was so cute like this and you loved that you were the cause of it. It turned you on to turn him on. A win-win situation. It made you greedy. How much more pleasure could you entice? Maybe this is how they feel when they make you feel good. You curled your fingers so you could run your nails up and down. His head dropped and leaned, soft purrs coming from his slightly parted lips.

You felt a spike of lust warm your body, and instead of denying the feeling you let it carry you along with the music.

You trailed your nails over his chest, going further down, his stomach flutters as you scratch upon his abs little rivers of red beading along the path. You danced your nails over his beautiful V-cuts. You were rewarded with purs and appreciative sighs. You didn’t even realize you were also purring, and your breathing erratic. You curved inward on your journey south, stopping right before his cock. He was more than hard now. The monstrous length didn’t scare you anymore but instead excited you. It was long with a fat tip and defined veins. As soon as your fingers smoothed over his cock he sucked in a sharp breath. You look up at him as you stroke his length, watching as his breath becomes heavier. Chest rising quicker. You smelt the scent of his essence before you saw it. Your eyes flickered to the sticky white substance that dotted his tip. You had a sudden strong urge to taste him. If Gojo tasted sweet and Getou had a minty taste then what did Nanami taste like? Mocha? Caramel? Hazelnut?

You dropped to your knees, excitedly sliding the tip into your mouth and sucking. “Hmm~” he tasted like your favorite coffee. Your tongue swiped over his slit like a tummy treat.

“Ngh~.” Nanami moaned deeply.

The sound of his moan added more oil to your burning greed to please.

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Just Say the Word

Part two for Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfic mini series

Hey y’all!! I’m back again with a part two for the fanfic a lot of people seemed to enjoy. If you’d like to read that one first and come back you can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/just-another-t-word-blog/743297844565442560/real-laugh

Once again, these are heavily based off fanart done by @kalico-of-doom, please check out her stuff if you haven’t because it makes my heart happy 🥹

Summary: Angel has had his fun tormenting our dear deer friend, and now it's Alastors turn.

Could be seen as RadioDust but could be platonic as well. I’m sorry this one’s shorter!! I haven’t had many spoons left for writing lately!

Once again, warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️ this is a tickle fic so if you don't like don't read. Thank you.

Angels heart lept into his throat as he felt phantom tendrils throw him backwards, wrapping around his shoulders and hips as they pinned him to the floor. He barely heard what Alastor said as he struggled, lifting his head to look at his captor.

He threw on a confident smile, trying to subtly pull at his restraints. His fingers slipped right off the black surface of the tendrils, giving him nothing to grip. "Nice work, giggles." He taunted, trying to appear unfazed. "You surprised me, I'll give you that." Alastors sinister grin deepened as he approached Angel, creeping slowly on silent footsteps. "You can't talk your way out of this, my friend." Radio static laced his voice. "I can't simply let you go after you attacked me so brazenly." Angels smile faultered, swallowing anticipatory titters.

"Fine by me, but you'll be disappointed." He tried. "I'm not ticklish.” He attempted an apologetic grin, something hard to maintain when someone is watching you like prey. Alastor tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” Angel said. “When your work involves having peoples hands all over you day in and day out you get desensitized. Sorry friend, you’re out of luck.” Alastor continued his approach, moving to kneel beside Angel. He snapped his fingers, additional appendages lurching from the floor to wrap around Angels wrists and pin them out and away from his torso. “So you wouldn’t mind if I tested your claim, then?” Alastor sat fully beside him, hovering clawed fingers over his stomach.

Angel felt his anxiety wane, realizing Alastor wouldn’t touch him without permission. The radio demon watched his eyes intently, looking for any indication he sincerely did not want this.

He met his friends eyes, trusting him. “Knock yourself out.”

Alastor straddled his waist, beginning to gently trace his nails over his stomach and sides. Angels breath hitched, biting his lip and trying to ignore the sensations. He squirmed, struggling to hold back.

He hissed out a chuckle. "See? Not ticklish." Alastor scoffed, giving him a rougher bout of scratches. Angel gasped. "For an actor, you're not a very good liar." His friend teased.

Angel clamped his mouth shut, holding his breath, a traitorous smile pulling at his features. He whimpered, trying to wrench away from the claws. “Anything you want to say, spider? You seemed awful talkative just a second ago.” The radio demons grin cut deep, sending the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy. “I’m sure you would feel a lot better if you just let go.” He moved his hands so they were tucked between the gaps of his upper and lower sets of arms. “Laughing is the whole point, you know.”

He squeezed gently, rapidly moving up and down. Angel squealed, wild cackling bursting from him. He threw his head back, arching his spine, legs kicking out behind Alastor. “There we go,” Alastor said, eyes softening. “If it gets too much, the safeword is “jambalaya”.” Angel shook his head, silly giggles pouring from his lips. “Whahat? No! I fuhucking hate you!” Alastor flattened his ears, moving to put some gentle pokes into Angels tummy.

“Fine then, what do you think it should be?” He didn’t let up so he could answer, vibrating his thumbs into the arachnids hip bones. He shrieked, pounding his heels into the floor. “Just stohop!” He cried, looking up at his attacker with teary eyes. “Just stop? As in the safeword should just be stop or you want me to stop?” Angel shook his head again.

Then, Alastor stopped. Angel panted, a smile still gracing his features. He met Alastors gaze, questioning. “If you want me to continue I need consent.” He explained, adjusting his monacale. Angel blushed deeply, swallowing. He looked away and nodded, bracing for the sensation to come again. Alastor chuckled. “Now, we both know that won’t do.” He gently tucked his thumb under Angels chin, coaxing him to look. “I need a verbal yes. And a safeword.”

Angel furrowed his brow, giving the best pout he could under the circumstances. He saw he wouldn’t be getting his way without complying. He breathed, letting out a soothing sigh. “The word can be “red”. And, yes. Please…..continue…if you want to.” Alastor leaned back, crossing his arms. “No, not if I want to. I need a real confirmation.”

Angel growled in frustration. “Okay, okay! You want a real fucking confirmation? Here is is! This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time that didn’t involve lube and a fuck ton of perverts paying a ton of money to watch. I’m enjoying this, alright? And I want you to keep going.” He huffed thumping his head back against the carpet. He heard staticky laughter above him. “Well, I could have done without the swearing and the yelling, but I suppose that’s good enough.”

He began gently again, skittering claws across his captives ribs. Angel didn’t fight it this time, letting himself relax into it, happy titters flowing freely. “This can go on as long as you like. Just say the word.”

He closed his eyes, melting under the gentle touch. It was unbearable, but he was safe and he was cared for. That’s all he’s ever wanted.

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Charlie wiped a tear from her eye as she peered around the corner, still watching her friends play. Vaggie and Husk stood nearby, the angel with a fond hand on her partners shoulder and the bartender with a smug grin.

“How long have they been at it?” Vaggie asked, bewildered at the scene. “At least an hour.” Charlie sniffed, moving away. She walked towards the bar, uncaring if she was seen by the duo or not. “I’m just happy to see them happy.” She said, taking a seat.

They continued to tease, continued to laugh, like the world had faded out around them. The hotels occupants watched with full hearts. Maybe it wasn’t so bad here in hell, so long as you had someone to share it with.

#tickling #tickle fic #fluff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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snarlesofthesewers · 2 days

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a taste of poison

snarles x reader part 1 - if there's enough demand maybe ill make a part 2 lol idk i hate writing so it would probably take just as long as this one

a while after landing on this strange planet, finding yourself in the dark and haunting forest known as Subcon a spirit known as snatcher steals your soul and forces you to do his bidding unfortunately for you while working to complete one of snatcher's tasks you end up far deeper in the forest then you should have been and end up in someone else's hunting grounds

after searching for nearly two hours you find yourself running into a small clearing leaves rustling and twigs snapping underfoot as you ran towards the rare flower snatcher had asked you to gather for a certain potion he needed to make what kind of potion? you had no idea but what you did know is that snatcher would probably kill you if you came back empty handed you should have been paying better attention to your surroundings while running you weren't exactly paying attention to anything other then the flower leading to you tripping over a fallen tree and planting your face directly in the cold and wet soil of the forest which definitely woke you up but when you realized just how much noise you had made on the way here you could feel nothing but dread something probably heard you no.. something definitely heard you you quickly wipe the mud from your face and come to your knees scanning the tree line and tuning in your hearing as you slowly get up but you see and hear... nothing nothing but the sound of wind howling between the cracks of broken trees the coast is clear and you are alone so you begin to stand and reproach the flower pulling it from the ground with the roots intact and stashing it somewhere safe for the journey back to snatcher's house but just as you pick it up the smell of something absolutely awful fills your nose its hard to stop yourself from puking and you probably would have if you weren't already so used to the constant smell of death that lays thick in Subcon's air... but this wasn't the usual smell of old decaying bodies this smelled far more ripe where the hell was that smell even coming from? "right behind you that's where~" a small crack and snap can be heard in the treetops above with the faint sound of hissing that transitioned into a shrill and wet sounding cackle that followed soon after you run but you didn't get far before you are promptly pinned to the ground by something far larger then yourself with its claws digging into your shoulders causing fresh blood to trickle down the side of your back and onto the cold wet ground and it was at this very moment that you realized YOU BLEW IT YOU TOTALLY SCREWED YOURSELF!~ you feel the smooth and slimy skin of whatever creature had you pressed against the ground began to coil itself around you like a snake ready to suffocate its prey your mind and body had already started to go numb but before you could pass out you were quickly snapped out of it by a voice... and maybe also the claws still stuck in your shoulders like knives but mostly just the voice

"finally.. fresh meat its been days with not a single soul... I was starting to worry that people had finally gotten smart and started to avoid this wrenched forest~"

"...now then.. how about we get started my lost little mouse~ it would be a real shame if I let fresh meat like you go to waste"

you struggle and struggle and struggle some more attempting to worm your way out of its firm grasp but its no use but if you were going to die you at least wanted to get a good look at whatever was about to kill you so you continued to struggle until you could get a good look at its face even if that meant completely exhausting yourself you catch a glimpse of its soulless yellow eyes flickering

"oh how cute the prey thinks it can escape~? you keep making this easier for me I almost feel bad... maybe the hunger is finally starting to get to me or maybe its just that scent.... wait hold on that scent" they lean in close to your face and just stare at you for what felt like an eternity before uncoiling you and towering above your sore body "is... this some kind of cruel joke?" they hissed in frustration before grabbing you by the leg and pulling you close to their face "no this cant be the case... did his previous contractor kick the bucket already? its only been a week there's no way he's dead already" they drool at the thought of eating the remains of snatchers previous victim even if there's no guarantee he was even dead...yet "well well well~ ...might you be snatcher's newest pet? oh ...don't worry about trying to speak.. I have other ways of finding out~" "my little mouse"

#no i will not fix grammar errors i don't feel like it #scream at me if you want part 2 #reader doesn't say anything because I'm not sure how to do dialog lol #if you see any missing color i cant fix it :(#feeling kinda shy about posting this #i hate writing grrrrrrr #snarles x reader #yall asked for it #sewersnarles #thank you for reading my cringe #snarles writes shit

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whollyjoly · 26 days

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i want the whole SEASON of bucktommy

i want buck being wooed - flowers and being taken out and a little protective hand on the small of his back

i want to hear all the soft ways tommy can say evan and the look on buck's face when he does

i want to see them at tommy's karaoke trivia place because holy shit buck would love it (and didnt oliver say that we're getting buck singing this season cause uhhhhh)

i love that this is such a fling, such a happy thing for buck - he is finally feeling that puzzle piece click into place and it is freeing

and i cant wait to see all the small ways we see that play out!!!

let buck be happy challenge 2k24!!!!

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fictionadventurer · 9 months

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#okay i promise i'm going to get off tumblr and actually get something decent done #but i just have to mention that i started reading 'thief liar lady'#the cinderella retelling where she's pulling a con #which i did not have high expectations for because that concept screams 'we're going to prove how dumb the original cinderella story is'#so i have to give it credit that so far it's pleasantly surprising me by pulling back every time it's about to do something stupid #within the first page or two we have 'they say the slippers were glass and the carriage was made of a pumpkin which is so dumb'#which seems like standard cinderella bashing but it's also framed as an explanation of the magic system #as in 'this is a waste of magic based on the rules' not 'this story is stupid and my 'real' one is better' so i can live with it #we have the enemy prince she's trying to con but he's not a dumb strawman royal #he's actually a sweet guy and a shrewd diplomat #all the royals are actually getting credit for talents as well as flaws #no strawmen in sight (i still shudder to remember 'just ella')#it feels like real politics #and there is *so much* politics and i am eating it up #(which makes me realize that one of the reasons i love cinderella retellings is that there's a lot of potential for politics)#we did have a scene where she goes into the throne room and meets a strange disheveled nobleman lounging on the throne #which made me roll my eyes because you could not have had a more obvious 'meeting the ya love interest' scene #but then there's a scene where she's like 'i don't care about embroidery'#and i internally groaned #but then she's like 'but i do like the embroidery circle because it's relaxing to be away from the men for a while'#so to my delight i could cancel the 'not like other girls' alert #the queen is feminine and her social skills are presented as a vital political skill #the swearing is really stupid and out of place and brings the book down #and i know that there'll most likely be something that makes me stop reading it before the 25% mark #but i do want to give the book credit for pleasantly surprising me #i'm liking it more than i otherwise would because of all the ways i was expecting it to disappoint me

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sunarc · 5 months

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Geto’s tired of listening to you fail to get yourself off. It's another late night of your touching yourself but seemingly unable to bring yourself to an orgasm. He doesn’t think he can go another night listening to the frustrated sighs probably because your fingers don’t reach the spot you’re desperately craving them to touch. If you need help why don’t you just ask. He’s more than willing to give you what you need.

He sat leaning against the wall listening to your whimpers. His hand moves in slow motions pumping himself to your voice.

“Just let go baby it’s so easy” he whispers eyes closed listening to your harsh sighs.

His hand squeezes the base of his cock while his head lulls back. He knows you need him. He can have you cumming in seconds. His mind is running a mile per minute with thoughts of how pretty you probably look with your legs spread stretching yourself out with your fingers. His thoughts run rampant but they are cut short by a frustrated groan coming through the walls. Something takes over Geto because before he realizes his actions his knuckles knock softly against the wall. He hears you shuffling before you whisper softly.

“Yes?”

“Do you… need help?” he’s not sure what has possessed him. This can go one of two ways and he’s praying it goes how he's imagining it.

You’re silent for a minutes presumably contemplating his question. The silence feels like it's clawing at his brain. He almost wants to take back what he said but it’s far too late for that.

“I-” he’s cut off by your voice

“Yes” you whimper.

Geto’s heart feels like it might jump out of his chest. Did he hear that right? He scrambles to his feet realizing that he now has to act on his words. His feet carry him to your room and it feels like he might be floating. When he opens the door there you are spread out just as he imagined with a pout on your face.

“Please help” you whimper.

Geto is by your side within seconds eyeing the way slick drools down your cunt. “Fuck you look so good” he breathes.

He moves your hand gently and replaces it with his own. His fingers feel so much better than your own. He reaches spots you can only dream of reaching.

Geto’s eyes watch the way you arch into him feeling the way his fingers glide against your walls. A small smirk appears on his face as he watches you close your eyes feeling pure bliss.

“Yeah? Does that feel good princess?” his voice is soft whispering the sweet words to you.

You nod your head too focused on chasing after your orgasm to reply with words.

“Look at you. You needed me didn’t you? Look at how your falling apart for my fingers. Wait until you get my cock baby.” He leans into you pressing kisses against your neck. His arm holds your body close to his while his fingers massage your core send sparks of pleasure through your body.

“Come for me pretty, Let me see you make a mess” he groans in your ear.

You body jolts from the orgasm. Your hands grip onto Geto shaking from the orgasm you were chasing.

“That’s it, just like that, so good for me” he kisses your shaking form.

You don't have enough time to come down from your before Geto is flipping you over and push you down into an arch.

“Let me get a taste before I fuck you to sleep princess”

His hands spread your ass cheeks so he can see your slick cover cunt. His tongue glides between your folds. He licks and flicks your clit while his hand massages the fat of your ass.

“Taste so good baby” he breathes

His groans sound heavenly as he licks between your folds as i you’re his favorite meal. He’s in a land of pure bliss tasting you. He hums as his tongue dips in and out of your hole messily eating you. Geto has never felt himself losing control in this way. There’s something about you. Something that possesses him. He wants you, needs you in the most lewd way. Thoughts of you cumming on his cock plague his mind. His heart is beating in his chest harder than ever. This doesn’t even feel real. To have you in this way spread out with your ass in the air all for him has his cock achingly hard.

“You ready for me Princess?” he groans pulling back taking a deep breath. Your slick pools down his chin.

You nod your head desperately while your hand grip the sheet eager to feel him at your entrance. Geto places the tip of his cock at your entrance treasuring the way you whine for him to put it in. He loves how desperate you are for him. He lovees that you crave him the same way he crave you.

“I’m gonna take my time with this” he whispers.

His hand massages your hip as he inches his cock deep into you. He’s big and no amount of finger could have prepared you for him. You burn with pleasure feeling his cock stretch you out.

“‘ S-so big” you whine.

Once he bottoms out he holds that position. He bites his lip while his fingers hold onto your hips.

“Fuck- you don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do this” he lets out a heavy sigh as he closes his eyes. His pace start off slow. He wants you to feel every inch of his sliding inside of you.

“You’re taking me so well baby” his voice soothes you as he fucks you. His thrusts are slow and long.

You look so pretty like this. Your back is arched, hands stretched outward taking all that he has to give you. Geto’s soaking in the moment. His heart feels like it might burst out of his chest. He finally has you and he’s taking advantage of every second. Your moans bounce off the walls echoing through the room. Your so loud taking his cock no wonder he could hear you through the walls fucking yourself.

“This is what you needed isn’t it” he groans “You needed me, needed my cock. It’s okay I’m here now princess. All you have to worry about now is making a mess on my cock.”His thrust are filled with passion.

His hands part your ass cheeks so he can get a view how how your cunt swallows his cock.

“Look at how much this pussy loves me” he moans eyes low staring at where the two of you connect.

He throws his head back groaning at the way you clench around him.

“Fuck its so tight and warm” he can’t control himself.

His picks up speed thrusting into you wildly chasing after an orgasm.

“I need you so bad, Please fuck- please cum for me” he’s never known himself to lose control like this.

His moans turn into whimpers as he continues fucking into you softly holding you. He can feel you’re close. Your face presses into the pillow muffling your moans.

“Come on baby, Let me hear those pretty moans, don't hide them from me”his thrust are constant.

He leans down to press kisses up your spine to your shoulder. His thrust are slow but they leave yo0u shaking on the brink of your orgasm.

“Cum for me princess, I know how bad you need it” His voice is like silk whispering the words to you.

His words send you over the edge. You completely lose yourself cumming around his cock.

“That’s it, you're so good for me” he chuckles with a shaky voice.

His thrust do not stop. He lets out a deep sigh before sitting up to fuck you faster. Your hand moves to push against his hips whining about how it’s too much. He chuckles and intertwines his fingers into yours.

“Too much? We’re just getting started princess” a sly smirk grows across his face.

“I told you I was going to take my time. Let’s see how many times I can get you to cum tonight”

#getou suguru #geto x reader #geto smut #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #getou #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x you

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chuluoyi · 5 months

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soft gojo meeting his newborn hc, pleaaasee??

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:10 P.M 」

soft dad!gojo drove me to have another baby fever for the ntn time. you just have to put this idea in my head don’t you dear anon~

a part of gojo's love entries

the thing was so tiny, precious and squishy. it fit right in his hands, so red and fragile, almost like a toy—

only it was not. it was a real, living baby. his son, partly made by his own flesh and blood—his to protect.

“hello to you, my little minion,” satoru whispered to his newborn, wonderstruck by the sight of this small but clearly alive being. his eyes glazed, his fingers delicately tracing the baby's face, body, and tiny feet. “i’m your dad, yeah?”

his own soft voice sounded foreign to him. but at this moment, as he was utterly mesmerized by the sight of little human that just came out of you, his beloved wife, he couldn’t care less.

he had always imagined how his brat would look like. he even joked with you about how he’d get his good looks—and heck, the gods did hear him and this baby in his arms was the most handsome baby he had ever seen, blessed with his white hair and softest skin, as well as the rosiest cheeks.

his only dismay was that he also inherited the bluest of eyes, the curse in his family line.

well, but that’s a problem for another day.

he settled his newborn into the hospital's nursery crib, and nudged his pudgy cheeks once again. not even half a day had passed since he was born, and gojo satoru had developed a severe cuteness aggression for his son. he swore he’d spoil him rotten, shower him love he never truly experienced from his own parents, and of course, keep him safe.

with his heart full, he left the baby as he slept, and went back to your room.

in the very same predicament as your baby, you were still fast asleep. you were visibly exhausted, your hair was a tangled mess, and there was a line of dried blood along your lips—caused by accidentally biting them too hard earlier, during your labor pains.

even in the state of disarray, satoru still thought you looked ethereal, too good for him.

he ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing them, and he regretted it when your face scrunched up and your eyes fluttered open. “…hmm? satoru?”

“hey, sweets. how are you feeling?”

“i still feel like being split into two… but yeah, i’ll manage.”

“shush, of course. you feel that way often, each time when i—”

“don’t,” you warned, glaring at him. “i just birthed your heir, gojo satoru. don’t even start.”

satoru burst into a laugh so hearty and he realized he truly loved this dynamics with you. and that he was grateful for you.

he wanted to thank you for all that you had done for him. for returning his feelings. for marrying him. for going through that pain to bring his son to the world—

and most of all, for still being here. for staying alive to live another day with him.

“i saw him just now. our baby is perfect.”

“really? i want to meet him too…”

“soon, sweetheart... when you’re a little better, i’ll take you to him.”

but he wasn’t the best with words. and so even if he were to pour his heart out, everything would be condensed into this one sentence.

you were excited at the prospect of meeting your baby, when suddenly satoru leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“i love you so damn much… you know?”

#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff

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