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Today's prompt is "Favorite Gen 8 Pokemon so far" So here's my OTHER baby girl~
You may not know her if you're new to my art, but this is Candy~ She's one of my babies like Cinnamon and Brownie are~ And Banana- Can't forget the newest girl~ Candy loves to sleep~
Hmmm... Would anyone be interested in more info on my pokemon boos? I know I started on Cinnamon's origin a long while ago
#pokemon#pokemon slowpoke#pokemon galarian slowpoke#candy the slowpoke#inktober#ink drawing#inktober 2023#pen drawing#traditional art#traditional drawing
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Sooooo, I think Dipplin is adorable:3
#Pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#Pokemon violet#thyme r in paldea#kat draws art#traditional art#Pokemon dlc#teal mask#teal mask dlc#Dipplin#Pokemon Dipplin#I mistook this little guy for a regional form#akin to the slowpoke line in the SWSH dlc#but no they are the evolution#the candied Apple idea is adorable#but how do you evolve them??#do you need two in your party?#kinda like the mantyke/remoraid idea?#pokemon oc#kitakami#Pokemon dlc kitakami#can’t wait#I gotta gotta wriggle on with my shiny badge quest
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Trick or Treat!!!
(Pssss they would much prefer treats!!!)
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can you do mike schmidt x reader with abby trick-or-treating?
NOTE: This takes place after the movie
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"Come on, slowpokes! Keep up!"
"Abby, don't go too far!"
"Relax, Mikey. She's just going two houses over. There's other kids already there. See?" You calmly pointed out the decorated home that Abby was rushing towards, disappearing into the crowd of kids who complimented her costume.
She was dressed as her "friend": a yellow version of Freddy Fazbear complete with a mask she painted, a yellow undershirt, and a black vest that was a tad bit too big for her.
Curiously enough, she removed one ear from the mask and covered one eye with black paint. But it didn't bother either of you too much, thinking she wanted to do something unique and creative with her costume.
Considering everything that happened at Freddy's Pizzeria, you were surprised that she wanted to dress up as one of the characters at all.
Yet neither you nor Mike recall ever seeing a "Golden Freddy". Not even backstage.
But you did, however, meet a golden Bonnie...and the person wearing his suit was none other than the bastard who murdered those poor children, including Garrett.
You just hoped their souls were finally at peace now, and that William rotted away in that suit, never to be found again. It was a rather fitting punishment--the perfect karma someone as sadistic as him.
Sometime later, you started dating Mike after you both officially quit that job, found something new to save his home from eviction, and helped him regain custody over his sister (Doug was more than eager to write you both off as her legal guardians).
He still had his nightmares, of course, that now involved visions of a decayed Springbonnie suit chasing him through that same forest. But you were always there to wake him up, cuddling together and helping him fall back to sleep without needing to down a bunch of pills.
He's genuinely been trying to depend on them less and less. Abby notices it, too, and has incorporated you in her drawings now, standing beside her happy-looking brother.
It's her own way of saying "thank you", and you accept it wholeheartedly.
When Halloween rolled around, you and Mike got too work decorating the house, surprising his sister after you picked her up from school. She did mention how he used to do the "bare minimum" before you came along.
And by that, she meant that Mike only ever put a jack o'lantern outside, a bowl filled with cheap candy, and a sign that said "take one".
Well this year...you made sure to buy better candy bars for the kids this year and add the finishing touches to the outside of the house. After that, you both took her trick-or-treating.
While she was occupied at the current house, you and Mike stood back to admire all the decorations and other costumes people were wearing.
"I honestly thought that whole near-death experience with the robots would've scarred her for life, but...she's been doing better." He remarked. "A lot better. It's like nothing ever happened."
"Well..she did help those kids find justice. They never knew their killer was standing right in front of them..they just needed that little push to finally recognize him."
"I'm surprised she hasn't told the whole story to her teacher yet."
"...because she knows we'd probably get some phone calls about that." You chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand.
Then you noticed Abby leaving the house, running down the steps and about to cross the street to reunite with you-
"Hey, hey, hey." Mike let you go to put both hands out, and she stopped in her tracks, mere inches from the road. "What did we talk about before we left the house, Abs?"
"...look both ways before I cross the street?"
"Exactly."
Huffing, she quickly glanced to her left and right, deeming it safe to cross. And only then did she resume her sprint, removing her mask once she was in front of you. "[Y/n], look at all these chocolate bars I got so far!"
You looked into the pillowcase, nodding in agreement. "Wow, you did get a lot! I sure can't wait to gobble them all up when we get home." A coy smirk appeared on your lips, watching her eyes widen in shock.
"Nooooooo, they're mine!" Protectively holding the sweets to her chest, she pouted and looked to Mike for help, yet he simply shrugged.
"I dunno, Abby.." It was hard for him to hide his own smile. "[Y/n] and I gotta make sure they're safe to eat, so we're gonna take one bite of every single bar-"
"Now that's just cruel!" She stomped her foot.
"We're only joking, sweetie." With a chuckle, you ruffled her hair, watching as she put her mask back on. "I think the next street over has a little haunted house maze. Do you wanna go check it out?"
She perked up and nodded in response, heading down the sidewalk with a spring in her step. You linked arms with Mike and followed her, looking around at the rest of the decorations.
But your eyes soon lingered on your boyfriend's soft brown ones, and he gazed back at you for a few moments. "What?"
"Nothing." You shook your head, smiling lightly. "I'm just...glad to be with you."
"So am I." He kissed you on the cheek. "Thank you, truly..Abby deserves a good Halloween."
"I think we all deserve a good one."
Unbeknownst to the three of you, there was a peculiar figure standing across the way. He was hanging out near the trees, almost perfectly blending in with the surrounding darkness so that nobody else could notice him:
A large mechanical bear with dirty yellow fur, one ear, and one glowing blue eye, smiling fondly at Abby and her costume.
It's good to see that she had not forgotten.
#clanask#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's x reader#fnaf movie x reader#fnaf movie spoilers#mike schmidt x reader#fluff#halloween
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Hey it’s me!! 😁 just wanted to say keep up the amazing work and if you don’t mind, ima throw in a request! If you don’t feel like doing it, feel free to delete it! We do share a favorite, that’s for sure, paul! However do you write for Paul x reader x marko? If so here’s what I have (totally can just write for one too. Doesn’t have to be both! Like your rules said, have open artistic freeedom!) :) >
Paul x rocker fem! reader x marko? Maybe like a woman who loves rock but definitely dressed to impress? Like a blinged out jacket and leather skirt? Huge! Huge hair! (Kinda self projecting aha-) but would love to have like a blasting bike ride? Have blaring music riding down a Santa Carla high way on the back with one of their bikes just being terrors on the road? Being ahem ✨bike candy✨ or ✨backseat princess✨
And a spicy idea— maybe RIDING *wink wink* one of them while they ride their bike? Or sit on the bike. However? Just sounds like some shit they’d do. But really it’s open to you. I’m just projecting some ideas I’ve had for a while!
Love the visual of them all standing at a gas station like ✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍🏍️✨⛽️🧍 🏍️all filling up their bikes and just jingling subtly with all the jewelry and chains.
So sorry this got long. LOL! But again keep up the great work and I’ll always support you boo! 💗💗
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Hey bestie🫶 thanks so much for the encouragement, you’re so sweet🥹 this was so fun to write! Hope you love it💕
Paul x Fem reader x Marko
Reblog or comment to support my writing:)
Warnings: Smut minors DNI, fingering, nipple play, riding (fucking on the bike while it’s on) biting, cum eating, p n v sex, think that’s it
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You squealed, bouncing on the back of Marko’s bike as he sailed over yet another bump in the road. You brought your hands closer together, tightening your grip around his waist. Vampires weren’t exactly the most cautious drivers, and you weren’t wearing a helmet.
Your boys had tried, but you’d refused. You spent way too much on hairspray to have your masterpiece ruined by helmet hair.
Marko had rolled his eyes at your protesting, but Paul had understood.
“It’s hard work keeping up with a mane like this,” he’d pleaded your case while fixing his own glorious hairstyle into place.
You almost regretted it when Marko hit a huge pothole, but nothing beat the feeling of the salty sea wind blowing through your locks while you zoomed through Santa Carla at night.
Marko turned towards you a bit when he felt your grip tighten around him. “Gonna stop to fuel up soon bella ragazza,” he promised.
You nodded back and leaned your head against his back as he sped.
The hum of the motor died down as Marko pulled to a stop at a pump. It wasn’t long before Paul rode up to the other side.
“Hey slowpoke, was wondering if you’d make it here before morning,” Marko teased.
“Ha ha.” Paul replied, “had to drive behind ya so I’d catch her if she flew off the bike Evel Knievel.”
He dismounted and strode over to your side as Marko began to fill up his tank. You moved to slide off but Paul picked you up before you could.
“Hey!” you exclaimed as he spun around with you in his arms.
“Princess like you shouldn’t have her feet touchin’ the ground baby, we’re gonna carry you everywhere,” he promised as he rubbed his nose against yours.
You blushed at Paul’s sweet talk, “yeah you’re a real prince Paulie, you gonna put me down now?”
Marko shoved the fuel dispenser back into place before stealing you from Paul. “Serious baby,” he smiled as he held you, “let us take care of our pretty little rockstar yeah?”
Your face flushed a deeper red while Paul pouted at his suddenly empty arms. “Not cool bud,” he mumbled.
“Go fill up your bike Paulie,” Marko teased as he placed you back on his motorcycle.
His hands fell to your knees as he pulled them apart and moved to stand between your legs. You let out a tiny gasp at his sudden closeness.
Marko leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he began to toy with the hem of your jet black skirt. He licked your ear, forcing a whimper from your full lips.
“Love you in a skirt dolcezza,” he placed his hands on your thighs, pushing up the skirt so it bunched around your hips.
“Marko,” you warned, “people will see…”
Marko quirked a brow as he took one of his hands from your hips and reached under your skirt. A gasp fell from your lips.
“See what baby?” he asked as you fought to keep a moan from spilling out, “see me standin’ in front of you? Can’t see anything else from this angle,” he pulled your soaked panties to the side and pushed a finger into you. You took in a sharp breath.
Paul waved frantically, causing your head to turn as Marko crooked his finger inside you. “I dunno guys, I’m seeing a lot more than standing from over here,” he mocked.
“Jealous,” Marko sing-songed.
Paul crossed his arms, his lip jutting out as he leaned back against the pump.
You reached out for him, your other hand wrapped around Marko’s shoulder. “Need you too Paulie,” you breathed between whimpers and moans as Marko pushed another finger into you, swiping his thumb across your swollen clit.
If Paul had a tail it’d be wagging. His smile stretched from ear to ear. He came up behind you, pulling off your deep purple leather jacket and sliding his hands under your top. “Thought you’d never ask honey,” he whispered in your ear.
“Hey Paulie,” Marko smirked as he continued to toy with you.
“Hey Marko,” Paul replied as he leaned forward.
Marko’s lips met his, both boys pressing their bodies against yours as they shared a sensual kiss.
The sight, combined with Marko stroking your clit, and Paul circling your nipples threw you over the edge. Your head fell back onto Paul’s shoulder as you coated Marko’s hands with your release.
Marko smiled into Paul’s lips as he felt your legs shake. He pulled away from Paul before withdrawing his fingers from you with a pop. You whimpered.
He sucked his middle finger clean, “mmm so sweet baby,” he said, kissing your forehead, “wanna taste Paulie?” he held out his hand to Paul.
“You know I do,” Paul replied as he leaned forward and sucked the rest of you off of Marko’s pointer finger.
“Taste so good honey,” Paul whispered in your ear, “that’s why I call ya sugar,” he winked.
Your head turned towards him with a lazy smile, “you’re pretty sweet yourself Paulie,” you pecked his lips, “you too,” you pecked Marko’s.
“But I’m gonna spend the rest of our joyride with sticky thighs, so not fair,” you pouted.
Marko’s angelic face turned devilish as a smirk spread across his lips, “can’t have that now can we bella?”
He kneeled in front of you as Paul held your waist from behind. Your hands found their place in Marko’s curly hair, pulling lightly as he licked your thighs clean.
When he finished he smoothed your skirt back into place and put his head on your lap, “can’t get enough of you pretty girl.”
You couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks, they knew exactly what to say to make your heart race.
Paul cleared his throat from behind, “speaking of not gettin’ enough, I think maybe I deserve to have ya on my bike the rest of the night.”
You giggled, “ok Paulie, whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want? How bout I take you for a ride then?”
You shot him a confused look, “Isn’t that what you just said?”
He smirked, “no babe, I’m takin you on my bike, but I’d also like to take you on my bike, ya know?”
Your lips parted in shock.
“Betcha wish you had that helmet now, huh babe?” Marko teased.
You hesitated, but the proposition made your thighs clench. “What if we crash?”
Paul’s face turned serious, “sugar I wanna make you feel good, I would never let anything happen to you,” he promised, “if you’re not comfortable, say the word and I’ll just drive you around, it’s whatever you want baby.”
You bit your lip, “no…I want to,” you told him, your voice heavy with desire, “I trust you.”
He smiled and kissed you softly, “I’ll take real good care of you babe I promise.”
He slithered around to your front, wrapping his hands around your thighs and squeezing lightly. He moved down and slid his hands up your skirt, rolling down your panties and stuffing them in Marko’s back pocket.
“Paul,” you breathed in shock.
“Just woulda gotten in the way sugar,” Paul winked as he squeezed Marko’s ass.
You smiled as your wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He slipped his hands under your thighs and carried you to his bike, placing you down towards the front of the seat.
You turned slightly to reach out and unbuckle paul’s belt, much to his surprise. You winked, “it’d just get in the way.”
He smiled and kissed you as he took over for you, turning you back to face the handlebars before freeing himself from his jeans and mounting the bike behind you. He flicked the kickstand up, but before he could start the engine, you gasped.
His brow furrowed and he leaned around to your side, “what’s wrong baby?”
“My jacket…” you pouted.
“Got it!” Marko called from his bike, holding it up for you to see, “don’t worry dolcezza, I know a thing or two about keeping a jacket safe,” he teased.
You smiled, “let’s ride.”
Paul smirked, “don’t gotta tell me twice.”
He reved the engine, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body. You squeaked.
Paul laughed softly, “don’t get too excited, not even inside you yet honey.”
You couldn’t see him behind you, but you knew he was smirking. You rolled your eyes.
You gripped the handlebars, your hands sandwiched in between Paul’s so he could steer. He kissed your cheek before taking off down the road, Marko not far behind.
Paul pressed into you slowly as he maneuvered the bike.
You moaned as you felt the familiar stretch of him. You pushed back onto his throbbing cock.
He was half way in when he popped a wheelie, knocking a gasp from your lips and causing you to slide down on his dick until he was balls deep inside you.
“Paul!” you screamed, half in shock and half in pleasure.
He kissed your cheek in apology, “sorry sugar, couldn’t wait, you feel too good,” he moaned, “god you’re so warm, and wet, and tight. Fuck. Love this pretty little pussy more than anything. Love you more than anything.” His praise sent shivers through you.
He bit down on your shoulder as he began to move in and out of you slowly, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, careful not to give you too much all at once.
Moans, gasps, and whimpers fell from your lips as Paul fucked you gently.
After awhile, he pulled a hand from the steering wheel and pushed you towards the fuel tank, pressing you clit up against it. He twisted the throttle, causing the bike to speed up and the tank to vibrate harder.
“Fuck Paul,” you moaned loudly as you felt the vibrations rip through you.
“Mmm feel good baby?” he whispered as he rolled his hips into you roughly, stroking the spongey spot deep inside you. You both moaned in unison as his movements caused you to clench down around him.
“Close sugar?” he asked, his voice strained and thick with arousal.
“Yeah,” you breathed in reply, “you?”
“Mhmm,” he hummed, “cum with my baby, coat my dick for me,” he said as he roughly hit your g spot once more.
That sent you tumbling over the edge and you fell apart on his cock. He moaned your name as he came inside you, filling you up.
As he came down from his high, Paul pulled over to let you catch your breath. As soon as his kickstand went down, you collapsed forward on the motorcycle, exhausted. Your cum and his leaking out of you onto the seat.
He chuckled and gathered you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest. “You with me baby?” he asked as he pushed sweaty strands of hair from your face.
“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “let’s do that again sometime.”
Paul laughed, “whenever you want babe, just say the word.”
Marko pulled to a stop next to the two of you. “How’s she doin?” he asked.
“She’s great,” you replied, “maybe ready to head home.”
Marko’s lips pulled up into a smile, “sounds good, but first…”
He stole you from Paul and set you down on his bike seat, legs facing him.
“First what?” you asked confused.
“Gotta take care of those sticky thighs again bella,” Marko winked as he kneeled down in front of you.
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Italian words:
Bella Ragazza- beautiful girl
Bella- beautiful
Dolcezza- sweetness
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Devil in Disguise
pairing: frat!naruto x fem!reader
word count: 3.9k
summary: why hide your demons when all naruto wants to do is play with them? (Modern au)
warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, slight overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream pie a fight, slight mention of blood
a/n: happy halloween! This is ALL I’ve been able to think about.
Fraternities are the worst. It’s loud. There’s too many people, and you’re burning up in the white turtleneck bodysuit that Ino and Sakura bullied you into. This party had not been on your list of activities for the day. You went to work, being miserable on your feet for ten hours only to come home smelling like greasy food and french fries to find your roommates ready for an attack. All you wanted to do was sit on the couch in your pajamas watching some stupid ghost hunting show while handing out candy.
But when do you ever get what you want?
Sighing in irritation, you adjust the white wings that rest against your back. The headband holding up the halo above your head was digging into the space behind your ears. You only stop fidgeting with it when Sakura shoots daggers at you. Smoothing down the white sweater, you try your best to get comfortable. But it’s hard when you can’t breathe. The air is thick and hazy despite the back doors being open. The sound of laughter and yelling can be heard over the blaring music. Whoever they put as dj needs to be fired.
“Come on, slowpoke.” Ino threw over her shoulder.
You glare at her back, following the two through the crowd. A sharp glare slicing through the idiot dressed in a toga when he bumps into you. Fuck, parties suck. Sakura forges a path that leads straight to the living room. All the furniture is cleared out except where they’re playing beer pong. You bite back a groan when Kiba spots you. Even from a few feet away you can see his eyes light up.
You raise a hand before he can say anything. “I need a drink.”
He bears his teeth in a sharp grin. “Kitchen is that way, babe.”
“How chivalrous of you,” you mumble.
Of fucking course you’d have to make your way through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen. Heat runs up your neck as irritation settles over you. There’s no subtlety—you’re plowing elbows and knocking drinks out of people’s hands. There’s a multitude of names being tossed at your back, not that you care. An hour, that’s it. One game of pong to appease Kiba and you’re out of here. You came, you saw, you conquered your roommates. Halloween over.
Nothing is ever simple.
The kitchen is almost empty. Gaara and Kankuro stand next to the refreshments. You smile, knowing that they’re on guard. That’s something you actually like about this particular fraternity. They may all be dumb meatheads, but they set clear boundaries. It stems from their president, Naruto, you know. He’s a good guy, can rival the energizer bunny and is pure, honest sunshine. You can see him standing just behind the two brothers. Blue eyes taking in the party around him.
You don’t see him until he’s already on you. Empty solo cup in hand, you turn to run into a firm chest. Your brows furrow, a scowl taking up your face as you peer up that guy blocking you from everyone else. His eyes are glazed, glassy and bloodshot. He’s wearing an easy smile, but you don’t miss the bite to it. He thinks he’s a predator, and he thinks you’re an easy prey. Yeah, fucking right.
“Can I help you?”
“What drink you looking for?”
Your gaze narrows. “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”
“C’mon, sugar. Don’t be like that. L’me get you a drink.” He runs a finger down the side of your face before you’re smacking it away.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
He takes two steps forward, crowding you into the corner. Your eyes flash around him, briefly. Gaara and Kankuro are watching you closely. They know better than to interfere, you know how to handle yourself around drunk idiots who think they can fucking do what they want. When rough, clammy hands wrap around your arm and yank you forward, you almost lose your footing. You would have, if it hadn’t been for the blond stepping in front of you.
Easily Naruto pulls the unwanted grasp off of you, pushing him forward to give you enough room to escape. Your heart thundered in your ears. You stayed right there, right behind your savior.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The blond all but snarls.
“Nothing, man. Just talking to the pretty girl.”
“Just talking, huh? Is that why you felt the need to put your hands on her? Backed her up into a corner after she told you to stop touching her?”
“I—“
He pushes the guy, making him stumble. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
It’s like a scene from a movie, moving in slow motion. You see the drunkard's face turn into pure rage, fist flying towards Naruto. He lands a punch, a solid one. A large gash splitting open on his right cheek. It starts weeping blood as you gasp. The guy swings again, Naruto dodges it, right hand grabbing it, twisting the guy’s arm before sending a first of his own. You hear the telltale crack of fist against bone as the guy falls to the floor.
“Kankuro.” He barks, getting the brunet’s attention. “Drag the fucker outside.” His voice is low and rough, and fuck if it doesn’t scream dangerous. And you’d hate to admit that it does something to you, that low voice and the blood on his knuckles and the way he stands in front of you.
You swallow thickly, watching the creep get literally dragged outside. Your gaze moves slowly from the unconscious man on the floor to the one who’s stood in front of you. His piercing blue gaze burns into you as you lift your hand and wipe away the blood that’s splattered on your cheek. That’s new. His gaze is so earnest, full of concern and slightly ticked off. The indent between his brows gives it away. Without thinking you reach out and rub it away.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugs. “I know. Didn’t feel right just watching, though.”
“I’m a big girl. I could’ve handled it.”
His eyes take you in from your head to your toes. You’re more covered than most of the girls here. With the way he’s looking at you, you feel damn near naked. “Oh, I know.” He stares a moment more, hands flexing at his side like he still wants to hit the bastard.
“You going to clean that?”
“I’m alright.”
You only hum. “Come on.”
You grab the unclenched hand and pull him along behind you. He’s letting you lead him up the stairs with certainty that you know which room is his. You only know Kiba’s and that’s because you’re here tutoring him three times a week. A small tug gets you moving, Naruto now in the lead. It’s only now that you take notice of his costume, causing you to snort. His blonde hair is down, shaggy, missing its signature bandana. A brown fur piece is wrapped over one shoulder and pinned at his waist. Fucking George of the Jungle saved you in the kitchen.
Naruto leads you down the hallway, second door on the left. You watch as he pulls out a set of keys from a hidden pocket. His mouth twitches when he hears you huff out a laugh. You don't have much time to look around his room as he leads you into the connected bathroom, but the one thing you can't miss are the stacks of comic books on every open surface — his nightstand, his desk, the dresser, the floor near his open closet. You’re tempted to slow down and inspect them, to see what kind of comics Naruto Uzumaki spends his time reading, but when you look up to see him narrowing his eyes as if he's genuinely light-headed, you forget all about the books and follow him into the bathroom.
It's cleaner than you expect for a college guy, and when you close the toilet seat cover and point for him to take a seat, he doesn't argue. You drop down to your knees and open the cabinet under the sink. The peroxide and gauze pads are sitting in a basket full of first aid supplies at the very front. You grab everything you need before standing back up and organizing them on the counter beside the toilet.
"So," he says, wiping his palms on his jeans as you wash my hands. "Is it everyday that you play nurse?"
You bite back a smile as you dry your hands with a towel and turn to him. "No, not normally. I’m not usually caught as a damsel in distress." You tease, picking up a gauze pad and dousing it with peroxide.
He watches you turn toward him, and he opens his legs even more, inviting you to step up between them to get closer. You hesitate before taking a step forward, leaving a harmless amount of space between your bodies as you start to clean his face. When you realize that your arms aren't long enough to clean his wound properly from this far away, you huff, fighting the urge to roll your eyes before you take another step forward until you're positioned between his open legs. He keeps his hands on his thighs and tilts his head back to give you better access, but you don't miss the near smile on his lips.
"Fuck." He jolts back when you press the peroxide-soaked gauze to his gash.
"I'm sorry." You wince. "I'll be gentle. I'm really sorry. I just — I have to clean it."
His eyes are still screwed shut in pain, his jaw tensing as he inhales slowly. It must be deeper than it looks. You can practically feel the pain radiating from him as he takes a deep breath through his nose.
"What, uh," you speak quickly, trying to distract him. "What did— what did you mean earlier when you said ‘I know’."
His jaw tenses again, but he opens his eyes and looks up at you for a long moment before he sighs. His gaze flicks down to the gauze in your hand before closing his eyes again, as if he's preparing himself for the pain, and then he leans forward and nods for you to continue.
"Well," he says, taking the time to think about his words. His voice is deep and throaty, and you have to keep yourself focused so you don't spiral and think about all the different ways he could use his voice. Like moaning your name. Your thighs slightly rub together at the thought alone.
"Mhm," you encourage, brushing the gauze across his cheek, cleaning away the blood from everywhere but the actual wound, too nervous to hurt him again.
"Just that," he states, only this time the tension in his voice is gone. "I see you. I see you, angel." His lips quirk up, and you can see the edge of his gash open a little more when his cheek twitches. “That costume ain’t fooling anybody.”
Most of the bleeding has slowed, and you bring your hand up and place it on his cheek, rubbing your thumb lightly to relax the muscle there so he won't open his wound any further. When you glance away from the bloody injury to his ocean eyes, you finally register what it is he said.
Your face shifts. Brows furrowing, nose scrunched up in annoyance. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You’re trying to focus on cleaning the blood around the gash without hurting him, but honestly, it's hard when your temper is starting to flare.
"Yeah, there you are," Naruto laughs, his brows raise slightly, but you ignore him as you toss the blood-soaked pad into the trash and grab a new one. "You’re not fooling anyone, are you baby?"
You sigh, holding the pad tightly in your grasp. Even with him sitting on the toilet seat he’s still a head taller than you. Looking down, you grimace when you see your outfit. You blend in more now that you did when you first got here. A final girl, moment. That drunken idiot had spit out blood and it got all over you. So much for being an angel in white.
“I can fix that, if you want.” Your eyes flash to his, but his gaze is lingering on the white bodysuit.
“I’m not done.”
“It’ll heal.”
He’s up and out of the bathroom before you could blink. You follow behind him, eyes darting around his room, but they keep coming back to watch as his muscles move and ripple with every step he takes. God, this cannot be happening to you. Not a frat bro. Not the fucking president of the stupid fraternity. What the hell is wrong with you? But it’s too late. Much too late. Because this idiot, this sunshine personified, he already fucking owns you—and he knows it. A lump forms in your throat, your body plopping itself on the edge of his bed, fingers toying with the edge of the black comforter.
“Here.” You jump at the sound of his voice, making a blond eyebrow raise.
“Thanks.”
He watches you fiddle with the shirt he handed over. It’ll swallow you whole. A dress in its own right. A hand wraps lightly around your throat, Naruto grins at the sparkle in your eye. His voice drops lower, making heat throb in between your legs. “Kinda pointless to put my shirt on when I’m going to have you naked spread out on my bed, huh angel?”
“Yeah, probably. Kinda was thinking I wanted to ride your face first, though.”
“God dammit, angel. You can’t just say things like that.”
“Come on, Naru,” you whisper, standing up to bring your face closer to his. “Bet you can make me cry with your tongue.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
There is no preamble. There are no sweet nothings. Your skirt is yanked off, hot kisses pressed to the inside of your thighs. Moans are pulled roughly from you when he begins to suck, leaving his mark on you. Your knees rest on either side of his head. Clothed center rutting up trying to find friction. You ache, you burn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“This won’t be sweet,” Naruto breathes against your core, hands gripping you to hold your legs wide open, you hear the flick of his pocket knife, the one you know resides on his night stand, and fuck, you know what he’s about to do. You aren’t even angry that he’s going to destroy your clothes. Whatever gets you out of this stupid costume. “This won’t be gentle.”
The blade cuts through the fabric and you whimper.
“I know, Natu. I don’t want it gentle.”
“Think you can handle it?”
You pull his blond locks, making him groan. “Yeah, baby. I’m certain I can.”
His fingers dig into your thighs before trailing towards your core. He groans, feeling how slick you are. Curses fall from his lips, his finger running up and down your seam. Back and forth, back and forth before he shoves a finger inside you. It’s not enough. You want so much more. Need it. Your Naruto, your boyish, chaotic and mean sunshine boy knows exactly what you need. Pulling his finger out only to shove three in, you keen, hands running up his neck and into hair. Your hips are moving on their own, fucking yourself on his hand. He curves his fingers, reaching up in a ‘come here’ motion, and your thighs begin to shake. Speeding up his hand even more, Naruto starts to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His grasp on your thighs holds you down so you’d stop running away from him. His grip is so tight you know you’ll have bruises later. He can feel you quivering, you’re so close, but he isn’t quite done with you yet.
Pulling his hand out of you, he immediately smacks your pussy. Your hips rut up trying to chase the pleasure. He smacks it again before rubbing at your clit. You’re almost screaming from the pleasure. Hands knotted in the sheets, hips canting in the air.
“You’re sensitive tonight,”
You glare at him. “‘I wonder why.”
He laughs. “This is my fault?”
“Yeah, Naruto. It was your damn idea! A celibate angel. What a joke.”
You see the flash of his smile before his lips are crashing against yours. He’s ripping off his costume, throwing it behind him as he springs himself free. Your breath catches as you stare down at him. He’s leaking, hard, and throbbing. You pull yourself up onto your elbows as head tilting to look at him. His pupils are blown, black encompassed by a tight blue ring. It’s hot in the room, sweat slicking up every inch of available skin. You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his skin and he shivers.
“Nah, all I got is a horny goddamn brat.” He says with a sharp grin.
“Watch it.”
“That’s not how we get what we want is it?” His voice is thick with want, but you can hear the underlying tone.
Pushing yourself up, you're quick to flip your positions. You hover over him, slowly running your soaked folds across him. He hisses at the feeling, sharp eyes glued to where you’re teasing him.
“If you wanted someone compliant, you came barking up the wrong tree.”
Slowly you sink down onto him. He’s almost too big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, forcing you to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, working yourself slowly until you’re at the hilt.
“Holy fuck,” he hisses with a sharp buck, you had given him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.
“Naruto,” you whine, forehead resting against his.
He nods. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are slow, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.
“Eyes on me,” You whimper and lift your head. “There you are, my pretty girl.”
You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips and ride him nice and slow. You’re waiting for him to break. Any minute now. You go from circling your hips to lifting yourself up and down. He muffles out curses, hands gripping your hips to help you set a pace. It’s not a nice one. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.
There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Naruto, fuck,”
“What do you need, angel?”
“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it, need you.”
His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Stay with me. Ready?”
You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap itself around your throat. He loves to watch you come undone around him, and he’ll never let you forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your falls. You love every minute of it.
He hasn’t started yet. Not really, but your orgasm takes you by surprise. The course graze of his hairs against your clit. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.
“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”
You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him firmly plant his feet, delivering a sharper thrust that has your head hitting the headboard. He mumbles a shitty apology (clearly not sorry at all) but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.
“You gonna come for me again, angel?”
Naruto knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. He loves when you get like this, even better when you ask for it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless–he’s your only savior.
It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Naruto is right there. He holds you into place, stubble grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls back against the bed, gasping for air.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.
You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.
“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.
“Mhm.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”
“I’m right here, angel.”
“I know, still. You haven’t been inside me in almost a month.” You lightly run a finger over his brow making sure not to touch the gash along his cheek.
“Apart from my birthday.” His words make you grin. “You’re right though, it’s been a shitty month.”
You laugh, lifting your head to kiss him. Both of you jump when someone bangs against the door of his room. You press yourself tighter against Naruto.
“If you guys are done fucking, I’d like to win a game of beer pong.”
Your eyes widen. Kiba. Naruto laughs and pulls his shirt down over your head. You adjust yourself the best you can, watching Naruto as he stands to put his costume back on. He looks back at you, sunshine pouring out of his smile.
“What am I supposed to tell people I’m dressed as now?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him.
“Mine, angel. You’re a mean, nasty brat and you’re mine.”
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Okay one more I promise! I just love the candy hearts event so much. Can I request arven + reader (romantic) with the be my valentine starter please? Thank you!!!
Friend! :D kljarjejrjea ARVEN BELOVED! :D I love this so much! (and I got your Cilan request- I'm so hyped to write it for you akjrjkajkraej) I've gotcha covered! :D
“Ready…go!” The timer was started- the race was on! You and Arven jumped at your tables, ingredients all around as you battled for the title of fastest sandwich maker. “Get ready to eat my dust, Arven!”
“The only thing I’ll be eating is this delicious sandwich, (Y/N)!” He called back, his hands moving at sonic speed as he prepped the bread with jams and condiments. “And if it all goes right- you’ll be joining me!”
“Hah! We’ll see!” You dashed to keep up, but Arven was in a league of his own when it came to this. By the time you put down the first layer of ingredients, he had his sandwich neatly stacked and prepped for the top bun. “No fair, you’re cheating!”
“No way- we’re using the same ingredients. You’re just a slowpoke.” He grinned, laughing at your mock shocked expression. “Slowpokes are cute though. Just like you.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere!” You growled, even if your heart was racing at his words. Giving up on your sandwich, you watched him place the final touches on his, slapping the timer in victory.
“Done!” He cheered, raising his arms with pride. “Accept it, (Y/N); you can’t outdo the sandwich king!”
“Sure- I can’t make a sandwich as fast as you can.” You walked towards him, smiling. “But I do know all your weaknesses- like THIS!” Your hands latched onto his sides without warning, making him spasm and shoot his arms down. “Take that!”
“Ah! Ahehahahhaha, nohooho! Sthahap thahhat! Ahehahaha it tiihihihkles!” Arven yelped and danced away from you, unable to stop your hands as they carried on pinching and prodding. “(Y/N), wahahhahhait!”
“Wait nothing! Calling me a slowpoke and expecting me to have mercy; you’re bold!” You giggled when he snorted, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he sank to the ground. “Now you get to see just how powerful us slowpokes are!”
Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!
#Candy Heart Valentine Event#chve2k24#tickle#tickle dabble#fluff#Arven#reader#arven x reader#pokemon#scarvio
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Open Halloween Starter (Female or Futa only)
Ah, it was Rouge's favorite time of year! The time of year she could look like a slut as much as she wanted and still be in spirit. On top of that she got to steal as much as she wanted... well steal candy at least. But that was beside the point. The thick as a candle bat giggled into her hand as she turned towards her companion, her hand pressing into her massive chest as she rocked herself back and forth.
"Come now slowpoke, if we want to get those thick king-sized bars we have to go where the money is. Thankfully you're with the expert on that knowledge~"
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Some friends and I came to the conclusion which says Rick's hair might taste like cotton candy (it was me and only me)
Don't mind much the Slowpoke Rick ough pleas e
#lisa rpg#lisa the painful#richard weeks#rick weeks#i'm insane#perhaps I'm the person who has drawn Rick the most#rock#someone save baby rick grrrra#you can easily tell i have a rick brainrot#sorry
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man i really wish there was more of a clear incentive to do the classes in scarlet and violet besides just some exp candies at midterms and finals. i know i'm just some completionist nerd who cares too much about the characters in pokemon games but the classes really surprised me with how much i loved a lot of the teachers, and it makes me sad how many people who aren't also completionist nerds just don't do a single one of them!! i mean, raifort, aside from being a huge mythology nerd and a really intriguing vaguely sinister and volo-like but possibly just overenthusiastic character imo, tells you the lore behind the four treasures of ruin and got me super interested in that story and made me hope there was gonna be a postgame quest about it. and then later she marked the locations of the shrines on the map for me. her classes are genuinely really neat and interacting with her is beneficial to both the lore and the gameplay. saguaro has this super neat little arc of trying to hide his love of things like sweet foods and cute phone cases because people see him as this big tough guy and he's spent his whole life believing he has to maintain that image, but he ends up realizing he should just be himself and people will still love him for who he is, and then he gives you a slowpoke cup. hassel comes from a long line of dragon tamers and was expected to go on to lead his prestigious family, but instead rebelled and became an artist, and was almost persuaded into quitting his job and returning home before realizing that all he wanted was to continue nurturing young and curious minds as an art teacher. doing his classes also helps you learn quite a bit about brassius and the friendship between the two of them. dendra is this excitable and hotheaded battler but then it turns out she also has a really sweet friendship with miriam, who she really looks up to, and is a hilariously terrible cook but works hard at having saguaro teach her to make good sandwiches specifically so she can have miriam try them as a way to repay her for everything miriam has done for her. and miriam is trying to get certified to become a health teacher and ends up passing her exam in the end!! and idk, at first i did expect the teachers to not really have much personality to them and the classes to just be a way to teach new players about the mechanics and stuff but then i ended up genuinely enjoying going back to the school and doing a handful of classes/teacher interactions between each story event i did, so i could get to know all of them and their stories.
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❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [name of person] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?
🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?
hands you these with big curiosity
Cross mark for Faba
“If I never met Faba? … I dunno what would be different. I mean, he doesn’t really… impart my life? Like … I think if he were gone, I’d be a little more bored, but that’s … really it.
… I guess he’s taught me some stuff, though. About slowpoke, and other Pokémon. He always made sure to make a big fuss whenever I got hurt, so… I would miss that, I guess.”
Favorite holiday
“HALLOWEEN!!!!
It’s the best time of the year! It’s the greatest! It’s — I LOVE dressing up and harassing people for free candy! It’s the best!!!!”
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For the prompts thing: Helnik + Trains? :D
“Hurry up, Matthias, we’ll be late, you slowpoke!” Nina called out, fastening the last buckle on her leather satchel and blowing a breath out instead of allowing herself to give his heart the gentlest little jolt.
“Calm down, we’ve two hours before the train leaves and the station is just across the street from the inn,” Matthias said. She would have thought he would be the only harrying her to get ready and stop fussing with her embroidered cloak and tasseled boots, but he’d barely stirred until about the last quarter-hour.
“But we’ve got to get there in plenty of time to settle in, buy some newspapers, and then there’s the snack trolley, we can’t get there too close to the departure or there won’t be anything good left, no caramels or candied gingiber, none of the rose-sugar cakes, no bottles of cannella fizz or elderflower squash,” Nina explained, trying not to lose her remaining patience, reminding herself Matthias had little experience of proper train travel.
“We can’t have that,” Matthias said, “I cannot imagine what you will be like as a travel companion without caramels or, what did you call it, elderflower squash—please tell me that’s not some monstrous Ravkan vegetable that looks like a Volcra-turd.”
#helnik#season 2 AU#trains#romance#humor#very much inspired by betsy-tacy#where betsy takes a train back to Deep Valley and has to get caramels and a banana from the snack cart#Matthias is very much amused by Nina's appetites#these appetites anyway
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The next community day focuses on Slowpoke and Galarian Slowpoke!
Mar18, from 2pm to 5pm
Higher odds of being shiny, first time you can encounter the shiny Galarian Forme
Slowbro, Slowking, and their Galarian formed will have the Charged attack, Surf.
Ticketed Special Research for $1
Bonuses are 3x EXP for catching Pokemon, 2x candy (with increased chance of Candy XL for players Lv31 and over), Incense and Lures lasting 3hrs, and some special Snapshot encounters.
On Mar18 from 2pm to 10pm, local time, Trainers will need to catch 30 Psychic types while adventuring with Galarian Slowpoke to evolve it into G-Slowbro, not the usual 30 Poison types.
Bonus Raids featuring Slowpoke and Galarian Slowpoke lasting from 5pm to 10pm. You can't remote raid these. They'll spawn for 30min around the Gym afterwards.
Timed Research focused on Slowpoke and Galarian Slowpoke will be available from 2pm to 10pm. Complete tasks related to catching these Pokémon to earn up to four King’s Rocks.
March Community Day–themed Field Research will be available! Catch Slowpoke to earn rewards such as King’s Rocks, Stardust, Ultra Balls, and more!
Slowpoke Hat and Slowpoke Tail Shirt featured in the in-game shop. Also, event stickers:
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Sawyer grabs proton by the scruff, lifting him clean off his feet.
"Look me in the eye an' tell me yer not gonna cause trouble."
"ME? Trouble? Me? Lil ole me? Lil ole rabies? Causing trouble? Getting into things? Making mischief? Stealing objects? Putting things in my mouth? Accidentally getting into the wiring and causing a black out because I chased a weird bug behind the computer and got distracted? Biting the Slowpokes? I'm just here to help my boss okay I'm not going to cause ANNNNNY issues, now if you'd put me down that'd be GREAT otherwise things are gonna get REALLY uncanny in about ten seconds--"
As he's rambling, items drop from his pockets, such as:
A glitchy TM.
A glitchy Poké Ball.
Ten more Rare Candy.
A pocket knife that just clips through the floor.
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Pokémon type gym leaders: Bonus
Bubba
Pokémon: 1. Ursaring🚹 2. Raticate(alolan & shiny)🚺 3. Tauros(Paldean & Blaze Breed)🚹 4. Snorlax🚺 5. Croagunk🚹 6. Rhyperior🚹
The Scooper
Pokémon: 1. Donphan🚺 2. Bisharp🚹 3. Magnezone⚧️ 4. Cacturne🚺 5. Bronzong⚧️ 6. Jellicent🚹
Glitchtrap
Pokémon: 1. Necrozma⚧️ 2. Porygon-Z⚧️ 3. Malamar🚺 4. Iron Valiant(shiny)⚧️ 5. Eternatus⚧️ 6. Steelix🚹
Candy the cat
Pokémon: 1. Incineroar🚹 2. Floragato🚹 3. Heliolisk🚹 4. Pawmot🚹 5. Blacephalon(Shiny)⚧️ 6. Vaporeon🚺
Tattletail
Pokémon: 1. Stunky🚺 2. Grafaiai🚺 3. Scovillain🚹 4. Corsola(Galarian)🚺 5. Swoobat🚺 6. Zorua🚹
Penguin
Pokémon: 1. Eiscue🚺 2. Glimmora🚹 3. Prinplup🚹 4. Dodrio🚹 5. Perrserker🚺 6. Sceptile🚹
Nightmare Candy
Pokémon: 1. Mightyena🚹 2. Thievul(shiny)🚺 3. Kleavor🚺 4. Trevenant🚺 5. Iron Hands⚧️ 6. Druddigon🚺
Vinnie/Reverse Puppet
Pokémon: 1. Cursola(shiny)🚺 2. Absol🚺 3. Hatterene(shiny)🚺 4. Zeraora⚧️ 5. Musharna(Shiny)🚹 6. Revavroom🚺
Adventure Endo-01
Pokémon: 1. Cufant🚺 2. Marowak🚺 3. Ninjask🚹 4. Charmeleon🚺 5. Bellibolt🚹 6. Nidorino🚹
Endo-02
Pokémon: 1. Nidorina🚺 2. Duraludon🚹 3. Sandy Shocks⚧️ 4. Cryogonal⚧️ 5. Seaking🚺 6. Hitmonchan🚹
Old Man Consequences
Pokémon: 1. Golduck(shiny)🚹 2. Feraligatr🚺 3. Huntail🚺 4. Castform(Rainy Form)🚺 5. Barraskewda🚹 6. Clawitzer(shiny)🚹
DeeDee
Pokémon: 1. Alomomola(shiny)🚺 2. Gorebyss(shiny)🚺 3. Lumineon🚹 4. Slowpoke🚺 5. Lapras(shiny)🚹 6. Mantine🚹
Porkpatch
Pokémon: 1. Grumpig🚺 2. Oinkologne(shiny)🚹 3. Swampert(shiny)🚹 4. Primeape🚹 5. Muk(alolan & shiny)🚺 6. Darmanitan(Galarian)🚺
Lolbit
Pokémon: 1. Rotom⚧️ 2. Porygon⚧️ 3. Magearna(Original Color)⚧️ 4. Iron Treads⚧️ 5. Iron Valiant⚧️ 6. Orbeetle🚺
And last, but not least...
EthGoesBOOM/Ethan
Pokémon: 1. Gengar🚹 2. Kartana⚧️ 3. Solgaleo⚧️ 4. Dipplin(shiny)🚹 5. Jirachi⚧️ 6. Darkrai⚧️
And that is all folks….
#ethgoesboom#fnaf#fnaf au#fnaf bubba#fnaf the scooper#fnaf glitchtrap#candy the cat#tattletail#fnac penguin#vinnie fnac#fnac nightmare Candy#fnaf endo 01#fnaf endo 02#fnaf old man consequences#fnaf dee dee#fnaf Porkpatch#pokémon#fnaf ethgoesboom#ethgoesboom au
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Hallo! First time doing this ask thing am sorry if this is wrong though- if is okay could i have 🧡 Bestie "Can i have a piggyback ride?" with chainsaw man Galgali x shy reader? Also i noticed lots of ask put lee "insert name" what does the lee mean? Hope you have a nice day!
Heyo! Ahh, Galgali! :D I love him so much! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D To answer your question: A lee is someone getting tickled while a ler is someone doing the tickling! In this fic, the lee would be the reader, hence lee!reader and Ler!Galgali. Hope that makes sense!
Bestie: "Can I have a piggyback ride?"
“(Y/N)? You okay?” Galgali turned his beak-like mask towards you, slowing his pace when he realized you were struggling to keep up. “Did you get hurt?”
“No…no, not really.” You wheezed, loosely grabbing his arm as you caught your breath. It was a bit embarrassing- being so winded when you were a devil hunter. Still- this was Galgali; the fiend moved too fast for his own good. “Just…need a few minutes…”
“Hehe, okay, slowpoke.” He nodded, a laugh in his voice as you straightened with a glare. “What? You’re slow as heck, (Y/N)!”
“Call me slow one more time.” You hissed, voice dangerous. “See what happens.”
“Oo, scary!” Galgali giggled in his mask, reaching out to gently poke you in the forehead. “You’re cute when you’re trying to act scary, (Y/N). Like a grumpy Corgi!”
“C-Corgi? Oh it’s ON!” You lunged, grabbing him around the waist. “Come here you little-Ehehehehahhahey!” Any attempts to get him were stumped immediately when he attacked your sides, tickling relentlessly. “Nohohohoho fahhahahir!”
“Yes, fair! I know your tricks! You wanna start a tickle fight, huh? Bring it on!” Galgali laughed gleefully with you as he worked your ribs, pressing between the bones. “Come on, Devil Hunter- fight back! Show me your moves!”
“Kihihihihihihiss mhihihihihihihiy ahahahhahaahhaha-GEhahahahahahha Gahhahahaliahgiihiihihihihi!” You shrieked, legs giving out as he went for your worst spots. Before long you were on the ground, twisting about and kicking your feet as the fiend danced his fingers over your stomach and sides. “Pleahhahhahahahhahhse!”
“Hehe, you’re adorable.” Galgali laughed, retracting his hands as you gasped for air. “I could listen to you laugh for days.”
“Doohoohn’t press yoohohohour luck…” You groaned, laying your head back as you blinked away mirthful tears. “Ugh…I’m tired now.” Peeking at him, you poked his side, making him jump. “Can I have a piggyback ride? I’m too tired to move.”
“You just went from Slowpoke to sloth mode.” He teased, turning his back to you and getting into position. “Hop on, then! I’ll take us home.”
“Thanks.” You smiled as you climbed on, hugging his shoulders as he stood. Soon the two of you were on your way, laughing about the day and carrying on your friendly banter.
Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!
#Candy Heart Valentine Event#chve2k23#tickle#tickle dabble#csm#galgali#violence fiend#reader#galgali x reader#can be read either as platonic or romantic :D#fluff
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