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seraphzrequiem · 10 months

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Prepped, cooked and served!!! a small lethan comic based of @/crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington 's lethan au & "the babysitter" on ao3 !!!

#resident evil #resident evil fanart #lethan #ethan winters fanart #ethan winters #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanart #rosemary winters #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #theyre adorable #fluff for the soul

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formercreepypastakid · 2 years

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Piglin Hybrid bedrock bros

When Tommy came to live with Phil and Technoblade, he wasn’t expecting to deal with all the weird little habits they had.

At first, it was small things; like finding feathers and crows everywhere, or Technoblade changing crowns almost every day. The first time he pointed it out, Phil only laughed and said: “This is a hybrid safe haven mate, That’s why Niki and Ranboo come here so often.”

With this guarantee, Tommy felt a little bit freer to let out a few of his own hybrid habits. It was actually quite easy to let go of the restraint and rely on his piglin side a bit more. It started as collecting some golden nuggets, then he brought some extra blankets to his room and started sitting closer to the fireplace with Techno.

Only a few weeks later, he found a small golden necklace on his pillow. It had an emerald adorning it, carefully carved into a turtle. It wouldn’t take a genius to assume it was from Technoblade, and Tommy would rather die than admitting that the thoughtful gift made his piglin side melt.

It could be easily explained through their instincts; they were the only pigling hybrids around, and Techno was older so it was only natural for them to cling onto each other. But something else on Tommy’s mind always screamed out in joy every time Technoblade showed he was caring for Tommy, and that little necklace represented all of that; a physical reminder that Tommy was cared for.

And once Technoblade noticed that Tommy actually wore the thing, other little gifts started showing up, all of them gold; a few thin rings, some earrings (Phil had to pierce Tommy’s ears so he could wear them, and it hurt, but it was worth it because Techno always smiled fondly when he saw him wearing them.)

The presents were never given face to face though.

Not until that day.

Tommy had just finished his chores, he entered the house and hung his coat, then he hushed to sit beside the fireplace, pulling one of the blankets over his shoulders. He thought Techno and Phil were still out but then he heard steps coming from upstairs and immediately assumed it was Techno. He relaxed back into the sofa behind him, staring at the flames in the fireplace.

Tommy must have dozed off at some point, because he was startled when he felt someone sitting beside him. He settles once he feels Techno’s familiar presence.

“Move, Theseus.” The man half-whispers. Tommy moves a little to the sides, allowing Techno to settle near the fire.

That’s when he sees the golden piece in Techno’s hand. His instincts tingle a bit, but he only asks; “Made yourself a new crown?”

Here’s the thing; gold is everything to a piglin, most know that they trade items for it, but the thing that usually goes unnoticed is how significant it is amongst themselves; they give it to show affection, belonging, love.

And Tommy had been receiving gold items from Techno for weeks now, only not directly. But this time, Technoblade says; “Well, I made it… But it's not for myself.” And after a moment of hesitation; “I… I made it for you.” He finishes, extending him the crown.

Tommy’s eyes go wide, and he takes the crown as if it could break any moment. It’s got the familiar weight that gold usually has, and it has spikes that make it look more like a halo from an angel. Tommy loves it.

“Thank you…” He chokes out in a whisper.

“Here.” Techno says, taking the crown from Tommy’s hands and placing it carefully on his head.

The weight settles on Tommy’s head, and he feels good knowing he is wearing it, but he feels even better knowing that Techno made it for him.

“Now we match.” Techno says, smiling slightly.

Tommy laughs; “Yeah… we match, big man.”

It could be easily explained through their instincts; they were the only pigling hybrids around, and Techno was older so it was only natural for them to cling onto each other. But something in Tommy knew it was more than that, that he and Techno were family now.

#bedrock bros #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois inc #dsmp #dream smp #angel duo #fluff for the soul #piglin hybrid technoblade #piglin hybrid Tommy #this one is for my twt moot #technodad #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp

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giggly-squiggily · 11 months

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Putting The "Ho" in Hokage (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Happy Sunday everyone! My mental health has taken a bit of a nosedive due to some IRL chaos and anxiety, so I’m feeling a bit down 😅 And when that happens- I turn to goofy fics and scenarios as my coping mechanism! :D

I saw this TikTok recently- the ending in particular inspired this fic :3 I hope y’all like it!

CW: Suggestive jokes

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13

Summary: With some difficulty, Isagi attempts to explain Naruto to Chigiri.

“Habata itara modoranai to ittta”

Isagi never perked up faster in his life. Eyes widening, he listened to the familiar opening through muted earbuds, tracking the sound until he found the source. “No way…”

“Hm?” Chigiri, who was busy stretching after a long run, peeked through his hair.

“That’s Blue Bird! Ikimono-gakari!” Isagi was practically bouncing in his shoes, eyes bright and smiling huge. “Oh my god, that opening was so good!”

“Oh, yeah- definitely.” Chigiri gave a small smile, pulling out an earbud to fully engage with the other. “I really loved that part.”

“Right? Ugh, that opening with the little bird, and the flashbacks playing across the screen just before the music kicks in!” Isagi sighed, momentarily lost as he replayed the mental reel again and again in his head. “I get chills thinking about that part where it shows both Naruto and Sasuke parallel to one another. What a journey they’ve been through!”

“Oh definitely. They really had trials to cross.” Chigiri carried on smiling, his expression a bit stiff. “So many great moments.”

“Right?....You good?” Isagi blinked, suddenly aware of the other’s body language. “I’m interrupting your workout, aren’t I?”

“Well- yeah, but you’re fine. I don’t mind it.” Chigiri shrugged, still seeming rather awkward. “What were you saying about Sock-say?”

“Sock-say?” Isagi blinked. Chigiri’s face turned blank.

“You haven’t watched Naruto, have you?”

“Not a single episode.” Chigiri confessed, cheeks reddening some. Isagi fell backwards against the mats in defeat. “I’ve heard of it- just never got into it. My sister likes it though; the song was on her playlist for a long time.”

“Your sister’s got good taste.” Isagi groaned, hiding his face in his hands. How embarrassing- he just geeked out in front of Chigiri; about an anime he didn’t even watch no less! “Sorry- I’m embarrassed.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you’ve never geeked out over anime before.” Chigiri shuffled over, poking his leg some. “You were just raving about that one show the other day to the guys- what was it called? Bingo Stage Dogs?”

“Bungo Stray Dogs! Oh my gahad!” Isagi laughed, finding the redhead’s misguided names endearing. “Do you even watch anime, Chi?”

“Eh. I’m more of a manga reader.” Chigiri poked him again, slowly moving up the side of his thigh. “I get through the series faster that way. Tell me more- who’s the blonde guy? The one who’s always yelling and stuff.”

“That’s nahahharuto! He’s the mahahahain charhahaharacter!” Isagi tried to sound normal, but Chigiri was poking along his leg, each jab more ticklish than the last. “It’s naahahahmed after hihihihihim! He wahhahant’s to be hohohoh-OHOOHokahahahage!”

“Ho-kage? Is that like the show’s version of OnlyFans?” Chigiri prodded his hip, making Isagi squeak. “Why would he want to be a hoe? Is that why the other guy’s always shirtless? Is he trying to be the next big Ho-Kage?”

“Ghehahahahahahhaa, Chhuihihihihiihhigirihihihi nohohoohohohoho!” Isagi cackled, both from the questions and the tickling. He felt like he was explaining anime to his parents. It was weirdly fun. “Hehehhehehehe’s like the bohohohohohoohohss!”

“Ah, so he’s like a pimp?” Chigiri giggled as he moved a hand up to Isagi’s waist, pressing in gently and earning a proper squeal. “What kind of show is this?”

“Nohoohohohohohohoho! Pfft- geahhahahhahahhaa yohohohohou’re doohohohoing this on puhuhuhuhuhuhurpphohoohohoose!” Isagi accused, arching with a cackle when two hands found his waist, pressing along the spot just below his lower ribs.

“The tickling or the questions? Cause the answer is yes.” Chigiri smirked, skittering his nails along the Blue Lock suit. “I know some things- I just like messing with you.”

“Triihihiiihihihihckstehhehehehhheheer!” Isagi declared, trying to scoot away as Chigiri moved up to the center of his ribs, one hand lightly clawing while the other prodded and poked. “Noohoohohohoht the rihihihihihihiihbs!”

“Is that a thing in the show? Oh- you know what? I watched one episode with my sister. The guy with the long hair- he did this.” Chigiri began to rapidly poke and prod Isagi’s torso at an incredible speed, earning a loud shriek of laughter. “He called it something with triangles. I think he was just tickling his opponent.”

“CHIHIHIHIHIHIIHGIHIHIHIIHHIIRI!” Isagi howled, cheeks bright red and eyes misty with mirth. It didn’t help that a lot of the “Triangle pokes of death” were focused on his lower ribs, a spot that made his whole body feel like it was being electrocuted. “PLEAHHAHAHAHAHHASE!”

“Please what?” Chigiri asked, still tapping away. “We haven’t reached 80 pokes yet.”

“SIHIHIHIHIHIXTY-FOHOOHOHOHOHOHUR!”

“You want me to poke you 64 more times?” Chigiri blinked, amazed. “Wow- you really like being tickled, huh?”

“GEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!” Seeing there weren't many options of escape, Isagi did the first thing that came to mind. Wrapping his legs around Chigiri’s waist, he pulled on every ounce of core strength within him to twist. The redhead yelped as he was suddenly flipped over, pinned to the mat with Isagi looming high above him. “Gohoohoohtcha!”

“Oh- is this the part where you do hand signs?” Chigiri brought his hands together, linking his thumbs and flapping his hands. “Hehe, look a bird.”

“Oh, I don’t need hand signs for this! TICKLE NO JUTSU!” Isagi grabbed Chigiri’s sides, pressing in as he effectively tickled the redhead to tears.

That day- Chigiri learned quite a bit about Naruto.

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #isagi yoichi #Chigiri Hyoma #boys being boys #dumb jokes and antics #Chigiri doesn’t know much about anime #we love him for it #suggestive jokes #fluff for the soul #humor is my coping mechanism

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squiggilydrawsthings · 1 year

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Heyo back at it again with more Scarlet and Violet art!

Atticus deserves all the love and Eri would be the biggest tickle monster ever! She’s so sweet god I love her 🥰🥰🥰

#squiggily draws things #art #tickle #tickle art #pokemon #scarlet and violet #atticus #eri #fluff for the soul

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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The sky is pink in my neck of the woods guys ☹️🫶🏻

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“Sukuna! Kuna- baby, look-“

“Wake me up, and I’ll have to kill you.”

Sukuna doesn’t know what time it is, and he doesn’t care. All he knows is it’s far too early for your nonsense, nonsense you’re always willing to subject him to.

All that he’s willing to listen to.

“But- but Sukuna,” you whine. He feels you leave the bed, and he makes a blind reach to try and keep you to the warmth of the covers to no avail. He grumbles in annoyance and moves to hike the blankets up and over his head, blocking out your noise and the sunlight coming in.

“It’s pink outside…”

He grumbles and pulls the blankets from his head, “huh?”

“It’s pink!” You giggle, genuine joy in your voice. “The sky, it’s making everything look pink! The trees, the houses, the cars-“

“Yeah, got it, shits pink,” he grumbles, sitting up and stretching deeply. “Take a pic and come back to bed.”

“Don’t you want to come look at it with me?” You pout.

He could kill you. He could! Honestly, with how obnoxious you are, he wants to.

But he knows, deep down, he won’t. Because you ask him to come look at the pink sky at who knows what time in the morning. Because you stole a cookie from his plate last night, and you popped a blackhead on his nose when he was talking to Yuuji on the phone yesterday. Because you cling to him like a koala and smother his bony cheeks in kisses, and you sit on his lap to block his view from the tv, and you take the cheese off of his pizza to eat it.

Because you’re you. And you’re not going to change, and he loves you for it.

With a grunt, he yawns and turns his head to look at you, perched in front of the window. Your body is carved in the pink light, your face turned to him expectantly. You look ethereal, a pure soul sent to him specifically, with your bottom lip jutted out and your eyes curved, flashing him your best set of puppy eyes.

He swings his legs over the bed and stalks over to you, smacking his lips and wrapping an arm around you once he approaches you. You nuzzle into his chest and press a kiss to his pec before turning your gaze back outside, fixating on the pink.

“It’s literally 5 am,” he says, breaking up the peace.

“It’s so pretty,” you mewl, and Sukuna looks down to admire you.

“Sure is, babe,” he hums, gently rubbing his thumb over your shoulder.

“Sure is.”

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augustinewrites · 4 months

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when you open your office door, you find satoru down on one knee.

“oh my god,” you whisper harshly, trying to pull him back to his feet. “get up before someone sees—”

he says your name loudly in proclamation at the very moment principal yaga and shoko decide to step out of the former’s office. your face burns when they turn to find the source of the outburst.

satoru is unperturbed by the attention, positively flourishing under it as he unrolls the sheet of paper he’s holding out to you. “will you please make our relationship official and take a very romantic stroll down to hr with me?”

“everyone already knows that you’re dating,” shoko points out from down the hall. “you live together and have like, a dozen kids.”

“yeah, duh,” your boyfriend replies, jumping back onto his feet. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, beaming at your coworkers. “but we need to fill the forms out to legally take me off the jujutsu tech dating market.”

“that’s entirely incorrect,” your boss sighs, having had to explain this concept far too many times today. “faculty must disclose romantic relationships to monitor for possible conflicts of interest.”

“oh, yeah,” satoru nods, suddenly very solemn. “sending you on missions with nanami was really conflicting with my interests.”

“you are so dramatic,” you laugh, wiggling out from under his arm in favour of taking his hand, dragging him toward yaga’s office. “come on, let’s go sign those forms before i decide to run away with nanami.”

“don’t even joke about that!”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #little gojo drabble for the soul #gojo fluff

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anuphim · 4 months

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they r,,,smoochin

#domestic fluff for the soul #narilamb #true devotion #narinder #the one who waits #cult of the lamb #cotl #my art

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gi4hao · 1 month

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☆ wonwoo x gn!reader — warnings: mentions of nausea

just wonwoo being completely whipped for his s/o <3

if there’s one thing both wonwoo and you are grateful for, it’s your ability to sleep with noise around.

the clock on your right is displaying 1am, and the last time wonwoo got up from his gaming chair was two hours ago, to bring you a glass of water and kiss you goodnight.

it hadn’t been hard to fall asleep, relaxed by the steady clicks of his fingers on the keyboard and the occasional whirring of the hard drive. but a queasiness seemed to have settled in your stomach, making it much harder to stay asleep.

without even looking at him, you know wonwoo has his headphones on. it’s no use trying to call him, and standing up seems a little too risky right now. with a heavy sigh, you turn to your side to at least catch a glimpse of his focused face and occasional nose scrunches.

“is everything ok?” he asks just a few seconds later, snapping a quick glance at you before looking back at his screen.

“i’m- wait, how did you know i’m awake?” you ask, and immediately notice how talking makes your nausea feel worse.

with a frown, you put a hand on your stomach, tracing circles on your skin in hope it might make a difference.

“i know everything,” wonwoo smiles, still focused on his game. “are you okay?”

“i’m not feeling so good” you reply, trying your best to be loud enough for him to hear you.

and he apparently does, since he lets his headphones rest on his shoulders as he slightly spins his chair to face you. with a worried look, wonwoo silently offers you to come sit on his lap like you often do, sometimes for no particular reason.

you’re quick to reply with a slight shake of your head, your face twisted in an uneasy expression. that’s how he knows you really aren’t feeling well, because you usually never decline this kind of offer.

“need some water? a pill? …me?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed after turning his computer off.

in lieu of an actual answer, you simply grab his t-shirt to pull him to bed, making him chuckle in surprise. and the sounds you hear next are more than familiar: him taking his glasses off, folding the arms and gently putting them on the nightstand.

your face is now inches apart from his chest, and you let out a content sigh as his reassuring smell envelops you in a tight hug.

“can i?” he whispers, his fingers slowly lifting the cloth of your t-shirt (well, his t-shirt actually).

you nod, and he lets his hand find its way to your stomach, careful as if you were made of glass. his palm covers much more surface than yours, especially when he starts to rub slow circles on your skin.

“this feels nice,” you hum, lulled by the steady lifts of his chest with every breath he takes. “i feel sleepy again.”

“good. try to get some rest baby, i’m not going anywhere,” he whispers again, kissing the crown of your head.

wonwoo had not always been one to openly express physical affection, which was okay with you. but the more nights you spent in his company, the more he offered to cuddle you to sleep. and it was often in the early hours of the morning, when you woke up with your limbs intertwined, that you realized just how much you meant to him.

“but what about your game?” you ask, looking up at him in an attempt to make out his features. “you were close to winning, weren’t you?”

hearing those words, wonwoo lifts his free hand to the side of your face, tracing a gentle line along your cheek. it that moment, it feels as if the room is filled with the warmth of his affection.

“i’m pretty sure i already won,” he replies, kissing the tip of your nose, an evident smile in his voice.

requests are open!

#writing this healed me on a spiritual level #my soul is cleansed #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo comfort #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines

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miniimight · 8 months

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❝ CAN YOU STOP PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES?! ❞ you finally talk to him after a little argument ( height difference )

with deku, bakugou, rody

IZUKU

he tried to look nonchalant as he responded with a questioning hum. yeah, he was putting stuff on the top shelves. "hmm, what?"

you crossed your arms and glared at him. "you heard me."

he turned to you with the picture of innocence plastered on his face. "i don't know what you mean, i just put things where i put them. it just happens that they're high up."

you raised an accusatory eyebrow.

"for you, anyway." he mumbled, turning back to make his sandwich.

"exactly!" you exclaimed. "for me! you know i can't reach things up there and you do it on purpose!" you found your face was hot as you explained it.

you knew exactly why—you both had gotten into a little fight and you weren't talking to him for a while. this was the first time you had spoken since the argument, and even though you were yelling at him, your voice was music to his ears.

a small smile spread on his face despite his efforts to feign innocence. "on purpose?"

"yes!"

he paused, walking towards you. his disregard for space led to you being crammed against the counter behind you. he leaned over you and asked, "what it is that you need, love?"

your cheeks heated and you cast your gaze to the floor. "the box up there..." you murmured. he stretched to reach it and you flattened your palms against his chest. "izuku! you're squishing me—!"

he chuckled and brought the box down to the counter before kissing your forehead. "i'm glad we're talking again."

BAKUGO

"what was that?" he asked you, a knowing smirk on his face.

you huffed, already on top the counter trying (and failing) to reach the stupid box you needed. "i said stop putting shit on the top shelves. you know i can't reach it."

he shrugged, turning his attention back to his phone. "i dunno what you're talkin' about, princess."

you glared and pointed to the box. "you don't even use it?!"

"aw, don't jump the gun on me now, babe. you know i like to switch things up a lil' bit." he grinned, taking so much joy in your visible frustration. he was just happy you were speaking with him again.

you rolled your eyes, electing to ignore him as you tried your best not to fall off the surface or pull the cabinet down with you.

bakugo eyed you carefully as he threw away the thought of you begging for his help, reluctantly decided your immediate safety was more important. "'kay, that's enough." he walked over, his hands on your hips steadying your wobbly movement. "you'll hurt yourself, y/n. come down."

"i want that stupid box..." you pouted.

he rolled his eyes, his arms now circling around you as he lifted you off the counter. you gasped and curled your legs towards your body, clutching his wrists.

"oh, relax, you know i won't drop ya." he grumbled and set you down next to him. he easily plucked the box from its high perch, handing it to you.

"happy now?" he pinched your cheek. "stubborn brat. could've broken a bone or somethin'."

RODY

"what, having trouble sweetheart?" he snickered.

your face heated and you huffed. "rody... just get it for me, please."

"hmmm..." he pretended he was thinking hard. "i think... no."

you looked at him incredulously. "no? you put it up there!"

"i so did not." he turned up his nose, though pino was smiling and nodding her head.

you narrowed your eyes at him. "you're sabotaging me into breaking your silent treatment."

"whaaaat?" he exaggerated confusion. he held his head and pointed at himself dumbly. "me?"

"you're impossible." you rolled your eyes, moving to climb onto the counter.

"in any case, my plan worked wonderfully," his signature smirk graced his lips as he laughed softly, leaning against the wall to survey your distress.

your fingers just about brushed the side of the box before pino crashed into it, sending it further back and completely out of your reach. you swiveled to glare at the little pink bird. "pino!"

she bashfully twirled in the air before happily fluttering away.

rody's laughter filled your ears and you groaned, resting your head against the shelf. you heard shuffling—when you looked up, rody and his stupid smug smirk was beside you, easily bringing the box down.

"now we both look stupid, yeah?" he pressed a fat kiss on your cheek and softened when you laughed brightly.

#bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #rody soul #izuku x reader #deku x reader #bakugou x reader #rody x reader #rody soul x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha #mha fluff #deku fluff #bakugou fluff #rody soul fluff

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catboyieejeno · 27 days

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bf! intak who falls asleep on your shoulder during car rides and plane rides instead of the other way around. probably drools a little too, but you don’t have it in you to wake him up because his eyes are half opened and his cheek is completely smooshed. so endearing, it would be a crime to disturb him :(

bf! intak who blushes furiously when you kiss his cheek. kisses on the lips are phenomenal, and they are his absolute favorite—but there’s something so sweet about you giving him a kiss on the cheek, especially when you have to stand on your tippy toes and rest your hands on his chest.

proceeds to hold your hands where they rest, looking down to hide the flustered, dorky smile that takes over his features.

“one more” he’ll ask, giving you the softest, pleading eyes. “please?”

bf! intak who blows raspberries on your tummy, and kisses it after. who also has a habit of playing with your fingers, or your rings if you’re wearing any. who has to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your hip, or your knee, or the small of your back. has to be touching you, and if he isn’t because you’re not nearby, he’ll perk his head up, and look around until he spots you. jogs over and fits his hand into yours with a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling “i was wondering where you went :(“ “but it’s okay!” he beams “cause i found you!”

bf! intak who wakes you up by accident every morning when his lips press into your shoulder or your neck or your jaw. the funny thing is: he’s still asleep. he’s kissing you and nuzzling into you in his sleep with his warm cheek pressing against yours and his hair tickling your face. his arm pulls you tighter to him when you stir, and finally, he wakes up when you stretch, in fear that you actually meant to get up.

“don’t get up yet… please, you’re s’warm..”

“intak, baby, i was just stretching.”

“come closer >:(“

scowls but with his eyes closed until you’re completely wrapped around him and under the mountain of blankets again.

bf! intak who always insists on showering with you. 9/10 times, he’s in there with you, and 6/10 times, it isn’t even sexual. he’s making a mohawk out of your hair with shampoo, and molding his own hair to match with a silly grin on his face. he’s scrubbing your face wash lovingly onto your cheeks and kissing your nose as you smile up at him (then proceeds to wash his face like a MAN all rough and crazy, which earns him a bit of a scolding from you). he holds you under the water and steals little pecks as the water bill gets higher and higher (at this point, you would’ve saved more water taking separate showers).

if you guys are playing music he’s singing loudly between giggles and designating parts so that you guys can put on a little concert. If there’s no music then he’s bickering with you about how you’re hogging the hot water, so he pushes you out of the way. only stays there for a few seconds though, cause the thought of you being cold makes his heart break a little. switches sides with you again with a little feigned annoyance, but even when you insist you aren’t cold he convinces you to stay under the hot stream.

bf! intak who tries his best to cook for you, following recipes of foods you’ve liked to the very last detail. refuses to let you help, but will allow you to sit on the counter as his personal cheerleader so he can steal a kiss or two or ten as he works.

is so careful to measure everything right, letting you try it along the way (only after he’s approved of the taste himself). watches for your reaction so so eagerly and smiles SO big if you say it’s good.

bf! intak who loves being praised by you. sometimes even fishes for compliments because any kind of approval from makes his heart so full and makes him feel so loved! “don’t i look handsome today?” or “did i do a good job?”

whether you compliment his outfit or his looks, or you simply tell him thank you for something, he’s over the moon

bf! intak who is has such a huge heart and gives it over to you completely. it’s yours! so don’t break it. falls first and falls harder, from the very first moment he sees you is so whipped. willing to give you absolutely everything and anything you want.

is so gentle, so considerate, so caring, so intak.

truly your best friend & lover all in one.

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caelanglang · 1 year

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Shhhh…. They’re busy recharging and being in love

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sugawhaaa · 9 months

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!!!KEEHO SMUT AUDIO!!!

Smth about this audio got me fucked up

Reminder that this is for pure imagination and nothing else

#p1harmony fluff #p1h layouts #p1h theo #p1h icons #p1ss k1nk #p1h keeho #p1harmony keeho #keeho x reader #keeho smut #yoon keeho #keeho icons #keeho #p1harmony #p1h soul #p1h jiung

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formercreepypastakid · 2 years

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My Sleepy Bois Inc fanfics - Updated

The Blessings we have - unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38422840

Tommy had fled the orphanage almost a year ago, at the ripe age of fifteen, and started his life anew. Every morning he went to the harbor, lifting cargo, tying complicated knots and even running through streets as a delivery boy. He did everything the sailors asked in exchange for some food and some knowledge. It wasn’t the best life possible, but he managed to make it work while alone in the streets. It’s not like anyone ever helped him; Tommy was and still is utterly alone. Whatever, he was leaving the land anyways.

Or

Tommy longs for the Sailor life and Phil is a captain who doesn't mind getting a third son.

The kid in the forest - unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39410613

But when those same people who warned him against those dangers turn on him, he decides; why should he trust them? When the people who are supposed to protect him are the same who hunt him down, then he has nowhere else to run but the forest, where he knew no one else would follow.

Or

Technoblade runs from his village. Tommy looks at him and goes "new brother".

The crow and the farie - finished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38907336

Once, Phil had been an infamous traveler, making his reputation as umbetable in fights; an honorable man, passing through towns and helping those in need. But in the last five years he had settled in a small village, next to an old forest, and started working as a botanist. The village was quite superstitious though, and one night he decided to test said superstitions. What he didn’t expect was to meet two very peculiar kids.

Or

Three fae kids meet a weird man in the forest and go; “Free dad!”

Bela's AU-and-other-stuff archive - Forever incomplete?? idk -https://archiveofourown.org/works/39828225/chapters/99717192

I'm going to put my AUs and other snippets in here, It will be mainly sbi, but I'll se how it goes and update the tags along the way. If I eventually decide to actually post a complete work of anything I post here, I'll give you guys a notice.

or

It's a dump fic, brain is full of toughts.

Time flies when out at sea - Complete (?) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40964604/chapters/102660750

“FUCK!” The man yelled, jumping backwards. Wilbur’s ears were ringing.

or

Wilbur leaves his home town in search for a better life, instead, he finds trouble and maybe some nice things along the way.

(This one is a two-shot but it might get more chapters in the future, its tagged as complete and can be red alone)

#dsmp #dream smp #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois inc #bedrock bros #philza #tommyinnit #angel duo #crime bois #sbi au #twins duo #emerald duo #lots of family feels #family dynamics #all the good stuff #fluff for the soul #there is a vampire au in the dump fic

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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The So-Called Monster Hunter (Blue Lock)

Muahahaha, I've done it! I've finished the Lee!Isagi fic! :D It only took *looks at calender*...We're not gonna talk about that. *Throws it over shoulder* Heyo everyone! Blue Lock- as always- has my heart in a chokehold, so I'm embracing it with some good ol' Bachisagi! They've taken my heart and ran with it, so might as well put them in a fic! I hope you like it :D

Summary: While watching a horror movie, Isagi makes a rather bold claim. Bachira decides to test that theory."

“She’s gonna die.” Isagi shook his head with a click of his tongue as the woman on screen raced up the stairs, completely ignoring the front door. “She’s only further trapping herself in. Unless she plans on jumping off the balcony, she’s a goner.”

“You sound like you have it all figured out- how you’d avoid the serial killer.” Bachira smiled from his spot across Isagi’s lap, head against his thighs as the other played with his hair. It was a slow night, so they decided to watch a movie. Why they picked such a cheesy horror film was beyond Bachira, but he liked listening to his boyfriend’s commentary.

“I suppose- though I guess in real life if I were being chased by a serial killer, I’d probably panic too.” Isagi winced when said killer finally caught up with the woman, bringing down her demise in a rather gruesome manner. “Told you.”

“Ew.” Bachira made a face, turning his face further into Isagi’s thigh as the scene played out. “Gross. Why’d we choose this movie again?”

“I can put something else on?” Isagi offered, looking for the remote.

“Nah, nah- it’s fine.” Bachira smiled, nuzzling his face further into Isagi’s thigh. “Besides- you can protect me from all the bad stuff in the movie right?”

“Of course I can.” Isagi declared proudly, trying not to let his voice crack at the sudden tickle shooting up his leg. “Nothing scares me! I can take on any monster there is!”

“Any monster?” Bachira asked, scooting upward so he was halfway in Isagi’s lap, turning to look up at him.. “Frankenstein?”

“I’ll undo all his stitches!” Isagi nodded confidently.

“A Mummy?”

“I’ll tug his wrappings and send him spinning like a top!”

“Dracula?”

“Hm..that one might be tough.” Isagi thought about it. “Garlic. And holy water.”

“How will you get holy water?” Bachira asked, intrigued.

“By boiling the hell out of it.” Isagi giggled at his dumb joke, laughing even more when Bachira snorted. “But yeah! I can take on any monster- bring them on!”

“Any monster, eh?” Bachira was grinning now, the mood shifting as he scooted up to be in line with his belly. “Okay Monster Hunter- how about the greatest monster of them all?”

“Greatest monster?” Isagi asked, unintentionally sealing his fate.

“The monster feared by all the land…the TICKLE MONSTER!” Bachira dived forward, blowing the biggest raspberry he could against Isagi’s clothed belly. The brunette let out a shocked yelp of laughter, arching against the couch. It lasted two seconds before his back slammed into the cushions once more, bubbly laughter spilling over his lips as Bachira’s hands worked his sides.

“Ah! Ahehahahahahhhaha! B-Bahahahhahchira, dohohohoohohon’t!” Isagi giggled out, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrists weakly. “Cohoohohohme ohohoohon, noohohoohohoho fahahahhahhair!”

“No fair? But you said you could take on any monster!” Bachira giggled as he pushed his boyfriend down onto his side, worming one hand up his shirt while the other continued lightly pinching and prodding his waist. “Don’t tell me you were lying?”

“Ohoohoohohf cohohohoohuse nhoohohohoht!” Isagi cackled as he rolled on his back, squeaking upon feeling Bachira’s fingers on his belly. “I juhuhuuhust wahahhahhsn’t prhehehehhpahahahhahred!”

“Uh huh. Sure you weren’t~” Bachira cooed, delight in his eyes at Isagi’s smiling face. “All the monsters you claim you can take, but the tickle monster isn’t one of them? Shame, Isagi, shame! Looks like we’ll have to get you ready!” He leaned in so his mouth was inches from the other’s ear, hands working random patterns and shapes against his skin. “Unless you want the big bad tickle monster to keep on tickling you. I bet you like this, huh?”

“Bahahhahahahahhachirahhahahahahaha!” Isagi squealed, lightly pushing at Bachira’s shoulders as the other’s hands found his hips, squeezing rhythmically. His face flushed an impressive shade of red, eyes squeezed shut as Bachira continued whispering dastardly teases in his ear. “Dohoohohoohon’t shahahahahhahy thahahhhahahat! Geahhahahahahahaa! Not fhahahahahhair!”

“The tickle monster doesn’t play fair, Isagi~” Bachira cooed, blowing a raspberry against Isagi’s cheek before ducking his head down, kissing beneath his jaw. His hands relocated to Isagi’s sides, going right for his lower ribs just to hear him scream. “The tickle monster only plays to win.”

“BAHHHAHAHHAHCHIRAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Isagi shrieked, his squirms increasing against the couch when his worst spots were being attacked. Flailing, kicking his feet, trying to tickle him back- nothing worked against Bachira like this. He was effectively trapped. “OOHOHOHOKAY! OHHOOHOKAY YOU WIHIHIIHN NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”

“I did? Yay!” Bachira cheered, his hands retreating along with his face as he watched Iagi gasp for air. Leaning in so his chin rested against his balled fists, he blinked sweetly up at his boyfriend, giggling when the other glared. “You’re cute when you're all red like that, you know? Like a strawberry.”

“Wh-What? Ugh.” Isagi flopped back down, unable to stay mad as he felt Bachira snuggle into him. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”

“Yep!” Bachira replied, popping the ‘p’. “I’m your dork!”

“So you are.” Isagi rolled his eyes fondly, running his fingers through Bachira’s hair. Just then, a woman screamed; yet another victim to the movie killer. Bachira yelped and buried his face into Isagi’s chest, hiding from the scene. “Can we watch something else? I hate gore.”

“On it.” Isagi didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing the remote and exiting out of the movie. “Is Kiki’s Delivery Service alright with you?”

“Perfect.” Bachira smiled, snuggling in as the music played, letting himself get lost in the story.

Thanks for reading!

#Blue Lock #tickle #tickle fic #bachisagi #fluff #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #Why is their ship name so fun to say?#Bachi-sagi #That's how I say it klarkjejkjkar #It tickles my tongue in the best way #Horror movies #Dumb jokes #movie nights #fluff for the soul

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dlartistanon · 5 months

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My little Samuel babies...

#arknights #saria #muelsyse #dlarts #tfw i wanna keep it angsty and slowburn #but i also need fluff so my soul doesn't implode from the pain #saria with glasses...#makes her look even more like a dad #saria managed to fluster her but she took recoil damage too #her skills are rusty

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dewdropdinosaur · 1 month

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Fixer Upper

ALASTOR x (F)READER

Summary: Someone dared to break Alastor's precious radio and his wrath is inconsolable. But turns out you may have some small tricks up your sleeve.

Warnings: NONE

For the dearest @anon-of-the-void. My darling, it is a pleasure as always to write these for you.

In the bustling chaos of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the fiery chaos of Hell, an unlikely friendship blossomed. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, found solace in the presence of Y/N, an inventive soul from the Victorian Era who had found herself amidst the peculiar denizens of the underworld.

Y/N was a tinkerer, always tinkering away in her workshop, concocting gadgets and gizmos that would make even the most adept engineers marvel. Alastor, with his vintage charm and macabre wit, found her creations fascinating, and the two formed an unusual bond over their shared love for innovation.

One fateful day, disaster struck when Alastor's beloved old-time radio, his prized possession from his living days, broke down. The demon was devastated, his usual jovial demeanor clouded by a rare display of anger. The residents of the hotel trembled in fear, knowing the havoc that could be unleashed if the Radio Demon's rage remained unchecked.

Alastor's crimson eyes blazed with fury as he prowled the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual jovial smile replaced by a menacing snarl. The residents cowered in fear, whispering among themselves as they caught glimpses of the Radio Demon's wrathful form.

"You there!" Alastor's voice boomed, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. "Do you have any idea of the inconvenience of my beloved radio breaking? The nerve, the audacity!"

Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner demon, spoke with a frantic passion as she viewed the mangled radio."Alastor! I'll do it! Let me clean it please!"

Alastor's laughter rang out like a chilling melody, sending a chill through the air. "Oh, my dear Nifty, no thank you. This requires some…interrogation but feel free to clean up the aftermath."

Angel Dust, lounging lazily on a nearby couch, scoffed, "Oh, lighten up, Al, it's just a stupid radio. Besides, it's not like anyone listens to your old-timey tunes anyway."

The room fell silent as Alastor's gaze bore into Angel Dust, his smile twisting into a sinister grin. "Is that so, my dear Angel? Perhaps I should demonstrate the consequences of underestimating the power of music."

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned a spectral microphone, its ethereal glow casting eerie shadows across the room. "Now, let's see who's laughing when I unleash the full force of my wrath upon this wretched offender!"

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel trembled as Alastor's menacing laughter echoed through the halls, knowing all too well that when the Radio Demon was in a foul mood, no one was safe from his terrifying fury.

As fear spread throughout the hotel, Y/N knew she had to act swiftly to quell the storm brewing within Alastor's heart. Ignoring the warnings of her peers, she clandestinely snatched the broken radio and retreated to her workshop, determined to restore it to its former glory.Under the cover of night, she stealthily crept into Alastor's room, her pockets filled with tools and determination. With deft hands, she dismantled the broken radio, each cog and wire familiar to her skilled touch.

Hour after hour, Y/N toiled away, her nimble fingers dancing across the delicate machinery. With each adjustment and tweak, the radio gradually came back to life, its familiar crackle filling the air once more. But as the night wore on, fatigue gnawed at Y/N's bones, her eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But she pressed on, fueled by determination and a desire to see her friend smile once more.

Finally, with a soft click, the radio sprang to life, emitting a crackling sound before filling the room with the familiar strains of vintage jazz. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile gracing her lips as she admired her handiwork.

But as she stood there basking in her success, fatigue finally caught up with her. With a yawn, she sank into a nearby chair, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep claimed her.

Unbeknownst to her, Alastor had been silently watching from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he observed Y/N's tireless efforts to fix his broken radio. When he saw her succumb to exhaustion, a pang of concern tugged at his heart, softening the edges of his usually stoic demeanor.

Quietly, he approached her slumbering form, his footsteps barely audible against the creaking floorboards. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light as a feather.

"My dear Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Such devotion, such selflessness. You truly are a marvel."

A warmth blossomed in Alastor's chest as he watched her sleep, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to tenderness stirring within him—a feeling he realized with a start was nothing short of admiration.

With a soft sigh, Alastor leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead before picking up her form and striding over to his bed; tucking her in with the utmost care. As he stood there in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the quiet hum of the fixed radio and the soft breathing of his friend, he knew at that moment that he was irrevocably touched by her kindness.

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, Alastor silently vowed to cherish and protect Y/N, for she had not only fixed his broken radio but had also managed to mend something far more precious—his wounded heart.

The next morning dawned upon the Hazbin Hotel, the air tinged with a sense of relief as the residents basked in the knowledge that Alastor's beloved radio had been fixed. Alastor strode into the lobby with a confident swagger, his usual grin plastered on his face. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the radio, the familiar crackle of static filling the air before giving way to the melodic strains of love songs from a bygone era.

The residents exchanged puzzled glances, their confusion evident as they listened to the unexpected playlist. Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, looks like someone's feeling a bit sentimental today."

Alastor's grin widened, though there was a hint of something softer lurking beneath the surface. "Ah, my dear Angel, music has a way of stirring the soul, don't you think?"

As the love songs continued to play, the other residents couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over them. Even the gruffest demons found themselves tapping their claws to the beat, caught up in the unexpected romance of it all.

But as Alastor's gaze lingered on Y/N, who stood among the crowd with a shy smile, a wave of realization washed over him. It wasn't just any love songs he was playing—it was a silent declaration of his growing affection for the inventive soul who had captured his heart.

And as the music filled the room with its sweet melody, Alastor couldn't help but feel a surge of hope coursing through him. Perhaps, in the midst of Hell's chaos, there was still room for love to blossom—a love that transcended time and defied all odds.

With a soft chuckle, Alastor stole a glance at Y/N, his heart swelling with newfound courage. For in that moment, amidst the gentle strains of love songs and the soft glow of morning light, he knew that he was falling—falling head over heels for the one who had fixed not only his broken radio but also the shattered pieces of his soul.

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