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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 month

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HIIII pls write a fic ab hwa's corruption kink 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨

Content Includes: Mommy!Hwa x sub!fem reader, 18+, nipple play, inexperienced reader, making out, reference to reader being on her period (faintly), dry humping, praise, corruption kink to the max, body worship, Seonghwa just adores you.

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Seonghwa loved your tits.

It was that simple.

He wished you wore clothes that highlighted them more, lower-cut tops and dresses and he even thought you'd get the hint when he brought you expensive push-up lingerie that emphasised those gorgeous tits of yours.

But the relationship was new for you, sex was new for you, having a man who adored you and your body was new for you.

So he...begrudgingly tried to keep it slow.

But fuck, it was hard.

Especially now, seeing you lie beside him on his bed, discomfort on your face and your hands lightly grazing over your tits through the cotton of your shirt.

'Sorry Hwa, it's that time of the month for me, I won't be the most talkative today...everything just hurts'.

His hands gently stroked your hair back as he gazed upon you with nurture and care in his eyes.

'Don't be silly, I love spending time with you anyway'

His voice was husky and soft and you know he was just being caring but your libido was up and your skin was heating up, nipples hardening through the fabric- catching Seonghwa's gaze.

'Where does it hurt the most?'

He spoke as his hand gently smoothed across your stomach, his hair falling into his eyes and his dick hardening from how warm you felt under his fingers.

'Mmmm' You hummed out as your lashes fluttered, his touch soothing you.

'My tits, they always hurt the most-so sore and sensitive'.

Seonghwa's hand gently trailed up before settling his hand just between your breasts, flattening his palm out over your clothed chest as his voice darkened, his tone shifting to something more suggestive.

'I can take care of it, make you feel better'

His eyes wandered with his fingers as they slowly trailed back down your naval, teasing the skin peeking through around your hipbone.

'But first'

Your skin shivered as he trailed them up your diaphragm, the shirt pushing up and around your rib-cage.

Seonghwa's tongue peeked out through his teeth as he licked his bottom lip in desire, your bare skin providing confirmation to his licentious mind...you were in fact bra less and SO easily accessible to his teeth and tongue.

'You have to trust me'

Bare lips pressed to yours, a heated kiss, chaste but longing for more, his long hair grazing your cheeks, his hand cupping just underneath your left breast- his thumb stroking at the underside of your anticipating flesh.

'Can you do that for Mommy?'

Your eyes widened in surprise and your pulse started to race, feeling it pulse beneath your neck as you gazed back into Seonghwa's eyes, they were darkening but not quite primal yet.

The title 'Mommy' is verbal consent in it's purest form, a nurturing term of authority that satisfied both of you- something Seonghwa never imagined he liked being called and you never imagining you liked using.

Yes, Seonghwa initiates the intimacy mostly but when 'Mommy' is used- the ball is in your court and you choose if you want to take the swing.

'I trust you Mommy, make it feel better, make me feel good'

A groan of possessiveness filled the air as Seonghwa gracefully rolled himself onto you, moving his hand to brace himself as he kissed you with fever- with need.

'I'm not going to fuck you' He huskily spoke between placing kisses on your lips and down your jawline.

'Not yet- though I think about it- all the fucking time'.

'But what I have thought about even more is burying my face in these pretty tits of yours, seeing how gorgeous they would look covered in my spit and marks'.

A final sucking kiss was pressed to the hollow of your collarbone before Seonghwa rose back up on his knees, his hands bunching the t-shirt around your shoulders and leaving you entirely exposed for him.

'So are you going to put your arms up for Mommy and let me take your shirt off?'

You permitted the offer by lifting your arms above your head, arching your head so Seonghwa could seamlessly remove the shirt, swiftly removing it and carelessly placing it on the sheets.

'Are you g-going to make it even and take yours off too?'

Seonghwa's heart flipped in his chest at your harmless quip, he could feel the slight tension in your body and his affection for you grew more.

He was the first to see you like this- he knew it, both from you admitting to being a late bloomer when he first asked you out and from how sensitive you constantly were under his faintest of touch.

'Would that help you feel less nervous?'

The softness of his voice was back and a gentle smirk graced his features as the moment softened.

'It really would- and also I really like staring and touching your chest'

A blush darkened your face and Seonghwa beamed down at you as he hoped you could feel the care he had for you in his gaze.

'Okay- anything for my precious, little star'

He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your mouth, slightly nipping your bottom lip before settling back on his knees and pulling his t-shirt over his head, his long, fluffy hair fringing his eyelashes.

'Mommy's coming back for you' He chimed in a sing-songy tone, making a low growl in his chest before ravishing your chest in quick, fast-paced kisses which led to you giggling and ruffling your hands through his hair.

'Mmmm- keep doing that'

Seonghwa's lashes fluttered as he basked in the sensation, rolling his denim-covered hips against yours as his hands gripped your sides, tilting your pelvis and causing both of you to gasp under his touch.

'Mommy loves your little noises'

His voice was muffled but becoming coarse and husky with a fever ready to burn, his teeth nipping and biting (gently) around your left areola.

'Let's see what other noises you make when Mommy does this-'

A jagged moan left your throat as Seonghwa ran his long tongue around your nipple before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking hard.

The sensation was overwhelmingly good and every single one of his licks and nips sent sparks of electricity through your body, feeling yourself becoming more sensitive and high-strung with every motion.

Breathy whimpers left your chest as Seonghwa released your nipple with a loud 'pop' and he gazed up at you with glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, hair tousled and a sheen of saliva on his lips and chin.

'You're so sensitive to Mommy aren't you? Maybe I can make you cum just from playing with your tits huh? Think you can do that for me?'

And usually you'd doubt yourself but with how sexy Seonghwa looked on top of you, with how hard he felt against you and with the seam of his jeans rolling against your thinly-covered clit- combined with his husky voice and how sensitive your body is?

It wasn't a circumstance of if but when.

Seonghwa could feel the heat of you radiating through your fingertips on his chest and back and how nestled he felt with your thighs wrapped around his hips...

How your chest was shades of pink and red with his marks and your nipples swollen, hard and slicked from his spit and kisses-

And his heart skipped a beat with how fucked out you looked, with how far gone you were from just his tongue on your nipples and jeans on your clit.

Fuck, he wanted to ruin you, his abs flexing and body trembling as he imagined how you'd look underneath him- in this exact position as you take his cock for the very first time.

Seonghwa brushed the hair out of your eyes with his hand before kissing you passionately, feverishly as his mind wandered- not really focused on how you were out of breath or how you were struggling to keep up with his pace.

The little gasp you would make as he pushes the tip in, how your eyes would widen and thighs shake underneath him, your whimpers softened by his coos as he praises you, feeling your body stretch around him-claimed only by him.

But you weren't ready and this wasn't the right time so instead Mommy's going to settle for finishing in his underwear like a man on heat.

'Mommy's not going to last long precious' He panted in your ear, his brow furrowing as he bit his bottom lip and stifled a whimper from his mouth.

'Mmm- almost there' You whined out as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you felt Seonghwa hitch your thigh further up his side, rough hands pushing you against him as he quickens his pace and grinds.

'I bet you're clenching under me right now yeah? Imagining how thick and hard I'd feel inside you?'

Seonghwa was hoping the dirty talk would work in favour of your pleasure and it was- judging by your reaction and how frantic your hips moved against his.

His warm, wandering hands slid back up your side as he spoke to you, reaching back up to massage your breasts as his fingers tweaked at your nipples.

'I just know you'll take Mommy's cock so well and you'll get drunk off how it feels'

He wrapped his lips around your right nipple, still fondling your left breast with his hand as he spoke between suckles and licks.

'You'll want it all the time, want me all the time and I'll give it to you however and wherever you want it because you're my precious, little star and Mommy wants to make you see the fucking stars while you're under me, wrapped around me, consumed by me'.

And as the coil snapped and you reached your release and as Seonghwa's hips stuttered to a stop, letting out a primal groan as he finished, his body was warm, sweaty and firm above you.

You knew Mommy would keep his promise and you couldn't wait to see what type of stars he'd make you see.

This was written for @wisejudgedragonhairdo birthday!! Happy Birthday!!!

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swifty-fox · 2 months

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“Okay,” he finally says, “I believe you.”

“What?”

John settles back down onto the grass with a grunt, on his stomach this time and face turned towards Gale’s hipbone. The wings of his shoulderblades spread and flex as he rests his cheek on crossed arms. “I believe you, that I’m not like your old man.”

“Cause y’aint.” Gale picks up his book, needs something to fill his hands so he doesn’t do anything stupid like pluck the stuck blades of grass from the captivity of John’s curls.

“I’d kill him for you.” John offers, “Just say the word and I’ll,” he points his thumb and finger and mimics firing, “pshoo!”

It sends a cold shiver down Gales spine despite the summar heat.

“Luckily for you, I’m in no need of murderous services.”

John grins up at him but Gale can see the angry center of him; the same protective sense of justice that had the brunette charging an armed SS Guard to protect Gale.

Eurydice takes her fate into her own hands in this version of the story.

“I think if I stop drinking I wouldn't be able to be me anymore.”

“You always were you John.”

The other man has no answer for that, staring down into the grass that tickles his lashes with quiet contemplation. His teeth worry his lips, pinching the tender skin until a red slash of blood splits across it. Gale takes the toothpick from between his on teeth and replaces John’s own flesh with it.

“Here, eating your lips won’t solve anything.”

John bites the toothpick until Gale hears it splinter.

“For what it’s worth,” Gale says, slipping his fingers between the pages of his book and returning to his spot on the page, “My father was a mean sonofabitch sober too. Had nothing to do with the whiskey. If anything it made his aim worse.”

“If you’re so good at dodging how come you went and got your plane shot down?”

Gale kicks John hard in the ribs but he’s laughing and Gale is laughing and the sands of Africa and his father's fists are suddenly far, far away.

-KfaK (31k WIP)

A soft moment between the boys (Despite some hard convo topics) before I go and hurt them again

#buck x bucky #swiftywrites #kingdom for a kiss

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nyrasbloodyclover · 1 year

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hypnotic (kai anderson x reader)

cw: breeding kink, eating disorder (it's really really bad), mommy issues, mentions of suicide, parental abuse, cults, kai is his own warning really, murder, overstimulation

a/n: if you're not into this pleaseeeee leaveeeeee i don't want tumblr to delete my blog again. also you can read this fic on ao3 if you'd like, link is in my pinned post. and if, by any chance, you relate to this i am so sorry.

What I wanted right now, was to get out of my house, go anywhere, just so I could stop listening to constant fighting and screaming from my parents. I couldn't bear it anymore. I had one year until college but it seemed impossible to survive that long.

"Oh, look who locked herself in her room!" My mother bursted in and a pit started forming in my stomach. I didn't move. "When are you going to start being useful? You're in here all the time, you could start paying rent."

Now, what was I supposed to say to that? If I told her that the reason I spent all my time in my room was because they wouldn't stop screaming at each other and I would just be their punching bag, she wouldn't listen and the situation would only get worse.

"Or maybe it's time for you to find a job. Now you're just living like a parasite." I stared. My mother was a very complex character. I think she would be capable of pulling Gone Girl on us. She has the mentality. Just saying.

My father on the other hand, he's weak. Or she made him weak. I don't remember the last time he stood up for himself. He's tired, I can see that clearly. I just wish they would get a divorce. It's so draining to wake up everyday and live in fear that your every move is going to be a mistake, something to criticize.

I don't remember the last time I felt truly at peace, but I could afford myself distractions. That's how I ended up scrolling through Tumblr 12 hours per day and forgetting to eat because the skinny girls I came across were just so pretty. Food was my enemy. We couldn't stand each other. And the guilt simply because of eating was the worst feeling ever.

Empty is pretty. And I wanted to look pretty, so I starved. It was my sport. It still is. The joy of seeing my hipbones and ribs after some time was indescribable. I loved to lay awake at night and touch my bones, feel them as I tried to fall asleep. Of course, there were many times when I just couldn't take it anymore and I binged. I would regret it immediately and restrict even more.

"Alright. I'll find a job." I stared at her with empty eyes. I was dizzy, almost like I got drunk. She exited the room and slammed the doors behing her. I think I'm never going to fully understand her.

I stared at my ceiling, having no energy to move, even though I had unfinished assignments hanging above my head, screaming at me to do them, but I just wanted to sleep. School can wait. I think my red lipstick was smudged, but I had no energy to take it off. My hair was a mess, too. I tried to straighten it but my natural waves were too stubborn. I fell asleep.

A week passed. My life stayed the same except for my new job at the restaurant—The Butchery On Main.

The two sweet women who own it were kind enough to let me work even though they don't employ people under eighteen. I worked mostly after my school, until the closing. I didn't mind since I got to leave the house and get a break from my parents.

People were nice, I took their orders, served their food. The restuarant was mostly empty during my shifts, but nonetheless it was almost hard, working with food. All those calories around me made me want to puke. And I wasn't much of a puker. I had the urge to binge. It was disgusting. But I wasn't going to throw all my work out of the window just like that.

I had my diet coke and if I got hungry Ivy said that I could eat whatever I wanted, and I wanted cucumber. With pepper. They had those.

Today, I had much free time so I was just sitting at one of the tables and doing my homework while scrolling through Tumblr and eating freshly peeled cucumber with some seasoning on top. I was thriving. I was almost happy. It seemed impossible.

The door opened. A man walked in. He was dressed in black from head to toe and what stood out the most was his blue hair with grown out roots. He walked like he owned the building and everyone in it. I immediately stood up, while he was pulling out his chair, fixing my uniform. I let him read through the menu for a couple of seconds and then decided to approach.

"What would you like to order?" I smiled. I was nice. I am always nice. Why hasn't he looked at me yet? Why is he ignoring my presence? His head was bowed down until he raised it and I was met with black pools that stared at me, or rather through me. I felt dizzy and it wasn't the diet.

"Surprise me," he cocked his head, "I would love to see what you liberals like to eat the most. Maybe it'll make me change my political views."

"Al..right," I dragged on, "Is that all?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Everything will be done in a minute." I wanted to get away from him, as soon as possible. He was probably some Trump obsessed republican who's most likely to tell me to make him a sandwich. Which I am practically doing right now. But I couldn't deny it - He had a beautiful face. I wouldn't consider him that attractive if it weren't for his dead, piercing eyes that silently commanded you to obey every one of his rules.

The food was ready. I had a feeling I would fall on my face next time I locked my eyes with his, which wasn't good. I didn't even know his name! Rachel, one of the cooks, handed me the best steak they had, house's special, "Who is it for?"

I didn't dare look at him. "The one with the blue hair. Just please don't stare. He's creeping me out."

Her eyes went wide, "That's Kai Anderson."

I looked at her blandly. The name didn't mean anything to me.

"You seriously need to watch more television."

"I'm fine, thanks. And if he's some menatlly deranged politician, then I'm not really missing out."

All the politics drained me, and don't get me wrong, I loved to be informed, but when I had to argue with someone about basic human rights, I'd rather not know anything.

I walked over to his table, and put the food on it. "I hope you're not vegan. Either way, enjoy your food." I kept my eyes everywhere, just not on him. He was so unsettling. I had to get away.

"I certainly will," he said and I walked away without a second glance. Jesus Christ, his mere presence was intense.

My shift ended in half an hour and that's when the restaurant was supposed to close. Ivy left early because of some family emergency, so she asked me to close and lock everything for her. I changed into my regular clothes—denim skirt and a white button down with my favorite black sweater, docs and a pair of knee socks. I untangled my hair and tried to brush it out with my fingers.

The tables were empty. Well, mostly. So-called Kai Anderson was still here, not even eating, just looking at some papers and flipping them over, for a while now.

I needed some extra balls to approach him and ask him to leave. Why did I accept to be the last one here? I could've been home by now, sleeping or watching a sitcom, but instead I'm stuck in this building with the strangest and the scariest man I've ever met. But then again, If I were home, my mother would be screaming at me. So I guess it's a win? Also I had to thank Kai for occupying my mind and not letting me think about food. I seriously needed to go to bed before I ended up eating something. Or worse- binging. I think I had less than 200 calories today which is a sign that I am slowly approaching danger zone. It isn't a diet anymore. I can't eat normally. I thought I could go back, but I guess my body won't let me. Or was it my mind?

"Miss?" Someone waved before my eyes.

"Yes? Sorry." Kai was standing beside the table that I occupied.

"Are you closing soon?"

Should I lie? But then again, he isn't stupid. "Yes. Do you want to pay?"

"Oh no. I already did. I just wondered what occupied your mind that much." He had no idea.

"Nothing much. Just tired I guess. Can't seem to balance school and work."

"Ah. You see," he sat across me, "I don't believe you."

"Okay? I didn't try to be persuasive."

He smirked. Dear God, why was he so creepy but so hot at the same time?

"I still want to know what made you zone out for that long." Has he been staring at me the whole time?

"That's creepy. I don't even know you."

"What's that got to do with anything? I just asked you to tell me what's been botherung you. You looked fucking stressed."

"It really doesn't matter." I just wanted him to leave.

"Wait. Here, I'll give you..." he reached into his back pocket, "Fifty bucks if you tell me."

My lips curved. Come on, you can't blame me. Extra cash at my age isn't something you just don't accept.

"Ah! I knew it," he smiled, "Come on, doll, speak."

"It isn't anything interesting. My mom is just being a bitch, nothing unusual." I gave him the least I could and snatched the cash from his hand.

"She isn't letting you sleep over at your boyfriend's or something?" He laughed like I had the dumbest reason for not liking my mother.

"Not really. She just...Wants too much, I guess? And I'm not able to give her that." It felt weird saying that out loud. I think I never said it.

He stared at me for a second.

"I want to show you a trick." He put his right hand on the table. "Don't worry. It's something me and my older brother always used to do when we were little."

He reached with his pinky finger over to my hand. We locked fingers like we were making a pinky promise.

"This is weird. And please hurry. My shift ends in fifteen minutes."

"We have enough time. Okay, listen. Pinky power. Once the skin contact is made, no lies can be told and whatever we say, stays between us," he narrowed his black eyes, "Trust me, if you lie, I will know. Ready?"

When did I agree to this? Well, fuck it, I'll do it anyway.

"Do you love your family?" He asked, his expression serious.

"Yes." His mouth twitched.

"Do you like your family?"

"Absolutely not." I shook my head.

"Why is that?"

How do I explain this to him without sounding like a total maniac? "My father is weak, he doesn't know how to stand up for himself. And my mother screams at me for merely existing. Her favorite hobby is emotionally draining me, then pulling my hair or slapping me because she feels like it. She regrets having me. I think she wants me to kill myself. It would be easier to have a dead daughter." My mind went blank. I felt nothing in that moment. Whatever he asked, I was going to tell him.

"Did you ever try to kill yourself?," he asked with a flat voice.

I thought for a second. Should I tell him the whole truth? He said he's going to know if I lie, but that doesn't mean...

"Don't think too much." His eyes went dark while I was literally choking under pressure of his gaze.

"No. I was never suicidal. I like living. But I..." words were stuck in my throat, "I...Sometimes, she would starve me. Saying I didn't deserve it. I had no money to buy something to eat. So I made a game out of it. I developed a disorder. It was the only thing I had some control over. I started it out of spite, but now it's real. It's worse than ever. But I don't want to stop."

His expression never changed. Not once. "Do you hate your mother for that?"

"You have no idea."

"I think I do have some idea about hating one of your parents. So, from experience, I need to ask you one more question."

I nodded. "Have you ever dreamt about killing her?"

I wanted to pull back from him, but his hand wouldn't let me. He pulled me even closer. "We can't break the contact," he gritted through his teeth.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," I exhaled, "Yes. And no."

"Elaborate."

The restuarant was silent. I couldn't even hear the sound of cars outside. Lights were practically out.

"I...I wanted her dead. But I don't think I would be able to do it. I had a," I inhaled, "A fantasy about someone killing her while I watched. It's so fucked up, but I just couldn't help it. It brought me relief that she was gone and someone cared enough to get rid of her for me."

I was scared to look at him. He was going to call the mental ward and lock me there. I was fucked. Why did I tell him all of that?

I looked up.

He was smiling. It wasn't a sympathetic smile, or a sad smile, or anything similar to that. He was grinning like a maniac. He released my hand and I realized my eyes were filled with tears. I blinked them away.

He shook his head with closed eyes, "You're perfect. Perfect."

My voice was low, weak. "What? How could you think that after what I just told you?"

"Don't ask too many questions. I have a solution for you because I know you're destined for greater things. Tell me, do you wish to never be under your mother's thumb again?"

"I mean, yes? That's going to be when I turn eighteen, so I have to be patient."

He laughed. "Oh, no, baby, no. She's never going to let you go. She'll suffocate you until there is nothing left but a shell. No matter the age or what the law says, you'll always be controlled. While she's alive, at least."

"What are you saying?"

"Do you want my help? Do you wish to be finally free?"

This was so fucked up. I never met this man in my life. Why was he offering me help?

"What's in it for you?"

He cocked his head, "I get to keep you by my side."

My mouth was dry. I was scared, but...excited. Thrill rushed down my body as this psychopath was staring at me, offering me a sick escape. I was supposed to say no. I was supposed to save my soul.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I want your help."

He looked so happy, it made me happy.

"Good. Then, we're leaving now." I was hypnotized by him. I just nodded, not asking where or why, my mother taught me I shouldn't get in the cars with strangers, especially men, but my mother was also the reason for many of my problems. I'll do something that'll piss her off.

I got into Kai's car and shut the door. I was okay with the fact that he might end up killing me.

He said nothing for the most of the ride, but I noticed him glancing over at my skirt that rose up to my thighs. I didn't bother pulling it down. I mean, I wore mini skirts for a reason, right?

I pretended not to notice as I looked at my reflection in the closed window. Hollow cheeks, red lipstick, pale face. I was obsessed. I always wanted to look like a corpse with make up. My face was perfect, lipstick untouched, mascara a little smudged, dark circles under my eyes from sleepless nights.

"You know you could eat a burger." I looked at him. I almost wanted to hug him. His words made me feel proud, like I achieved something big. And I guess I did.

"Really? Do you know that you're the first person ever to tell me that?" I felt weird happiness in my chest.

"Well, yeah. Why do you look so surprised? I didn't mean it as a compliment. You have a problem. I'm not even sure it's supposed to be a compliment." He frowned, not taking his eyes off the road.

"It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a compliment or not. Thank you for saying it." I didn't give two fucks if he thought I was some anorexic lunatic that needed years of therapy. I was happy. And he wasn't my parent or my guardian to tell me what to do.

"Just think about it. What's the point of being so skinny? It's not even attractive."

"The point is in being clean. I don't want to see a pound of fat on my body. It's disgusting. And I am to do with my body as I please. I don't give a fuck if someone likes to eat like a fucking pig because It's not my body, and certainly not my problem." I was so angry. Who the fuck he thought he was?

"Just saying. You look sick. And I mean really, really sick."

"I am aware. Like I'm also aware that I'm fucked in the head. And that's the reason for all of this," I gestured over my figure.

I could feel his anger. He didn't like that I disagreed with him and stood up for myself, even if I was wrong.

"We're here." He suddenly said, getting out of the car. I followed him into the house I guessed was his. The whole neighborhood was silent. Lights were off everywhere.

We got into his house and I didn't even got to see it clearly because he practically dragged me into his basement and started changing. He put on a black leather coat while looking for something. His phone? He called someone.

"I'm expecting you'll be here in five? Well don't try to make up excuses. This is a perfect opportunity. I don't care— No, drag yourself and your pathetic wife here." He called two more people and I just stood in the middle of the room staring at him.

"What's your adress?" Was he really doing that now? "You know what, never mind. I found it." I wasn't going to ask him how. He looked like the person who instead of Instagram browsed dark web.

"Okay, let's go. They're here." I had to ask him because he said nothing about it. I had to be sure.

"Why are we going to my house?"

Beat. A moment. "To kill your mother, of course."

There were other people with us, but I couldn't see their faces because of the creepy clown masks. Kai had one too. I felt like I was drugged. I didn't know what happened to me. I suppose I had enough. I know Kai is not the answer for my problems, at least not all of them. He's going to get rid of her and then what? No. Stop thinking.

I listened to my brain this time. It was late. My parents were probably asleep. Probably in separate beds. It's going to be easier for Kai and the others to do the job. They kept their mouths shut and I didn't blame them. I still wasn't sure if I was part of this sick cult or whatever it was. I read enough about them to recognize a cult leader when I see one.

The car suddenly stopped. We were in front of my house.

"This played out so good, little lamb. I knew you were perfect." Kai's voice was muffled under that mask and his words made my heart flutter. He was so sick. "Don't just stand there, baby. Be a good host. Invite us in. Come on," he gestured with one gloved hand towards my house. I felt everyone's eyes on me as I turned my back and started walking towards the door. What did he mean by this playing out good? Did he plan this before? It certainly did not matter.

We got in, doors creaking, but not enough to wake anyone up. My father was downstairs, in the guestroom, but my Satanic mother was in their bedroom. I went first, up the stairs, one by one, they followed me, Kai first, then the rest of them.

I showed them the doors.

Kai got in and they followed him. I shut the door behind me. I felt like I was seeing things through someone else's eyes. I didn't feel guilt and I wasn't regretting my decision. I remember everything through a coat of blur. Knives, a lot of them. They killed her in her sleep. Stabbed her too many times, I lost count. Sheets were soaked with red and the room started smelling like iron too. Kai used her blood to draw some sign on the wall that was facing the bed. It looked like a smiley face, but I wasn't sure. The job was done. I was free. I was free of any charges, since I wasn't home when it happened. I was going to sleep in my bed and wake up in the morning, shocked, petrified, screaming for help, calling the police, my father is going to be terrified too, but relieved. He would never admit it thought.

We were in the car again. Then in front of Kai's house. "Leave. I want some time alone with our newest member."

"Kai, no. You can't drag her into this. She's just a child—" A feminine voice scorned him under her mask.

"Don't tell me what to do, Winter. Now leave," he raised his voice and I flinched. "We have much to talk about." He took off his mask and smiled knowingly at me. I wasn't scared of him anymore, though I knew I should be. He killed my mother for Christ's sake!

We went into his basement again. The lights were already on and I watched him as he took off his mask and black coat. His shirt was soaked with my mother's blood.

"What did you want to talk about?" I cocked my head.

"You were so good. I knew you could do it. Next time, maybe you'll even be the one holding the knife. You didn't even flinch!" He paced through the room and laughed, like he was talking to himself.

"You didn't do this for me, did you?"

He stopped, then looked at me, "I already told you. This played out perfectly. And I've been watching for quite some time now," his eyes darkened "When I found out that the woman who's been talking shit about me over her social media had a daughter, I had to see if she was as bitchy as her mother." Oh, so he did this to save his reputation. Of course.

"And," I swallowed, "Is she?"

He didn't answer me. Instead he marched to the other side of the room and pushed me against the wall, slamming his lips on mine. I was out of breath, not being able to process everything. Oh my god, he was kissing me! This insane, sick in the head, narcissistic, 30-something, psychopath was kissing me and I opened my mouth to him like the whore I was. I wanted him to touch me. No, I needed his blood stained hands on me right now.

I pulled one of his hands and put it on my chest as his tongue continued to explore my mouth. He took off my sweater and shirt. I was left in a black bra and skirt.

"Aren't you scared of being arrested for fucking a minor?"

"I commited far more monstrous crimes than fucking a seventeen year old and you know it, " he breathed into my mouth. Red lipstick was smudged over his lips. His hand that was on my chest slipped under my skirt and found my panties.

"You know it," his fingers entered me with ease, "And yet, you're still so fucking wet for me." My mouth fell open as he buried his fingers deeper if that was even possible. I wasn't a virgin, but then again, I've never been with a man. I took my own virginity so that I didn't have to bother.

"Kai—" I breathed. I needed more.

He sat on one of the chairs beside the circular table and pulled me onto his lap, his thigh between my legs. My clit was aching for some king of friction so I started rubbing myself against the rough fabric of his jeans.

"Aren't you desperate?" He pushed me on the floor, between his legs, he pulled out his belt and unzipped his pants. His intentions were clear and I was happy to oblige, but I had to touch myself or I'd go insane. I started stroking his already hard dick and rubbing my clit at the same time.

He noticed. And he wasn't happy about it. "I thought you were going to be patient. But I guess not." He took his belt and with one move he tied my hands behind my back while I was still kneeling in front of him.

"Please, I just need to—"

"Yes, yes, I know, but you have to deserve it. Am I right?"

I nodded hesitantly and he scooped up my hair in his fist and used it to pull my head down. I took him into my mouth as the wetness and ache grew between my legs.

Kai continued to pull my head down until his tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He chuckled.

My eyes teared up as I sucked his dick like my life depended on it.

He grunted and raised his hips, so I knew he was close. And I knew he was going to either come in my mouth or...

He pulled out and finished on my tits, painting my chest with his cum.

"You were so good," he said with his head tilted back and eyes closed. He let my hair fall down my back and over my face. Kai dressed and got up, then pulled me with him, still tied.

He slammed me on the desk and I was able to just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Not that I minded.

"I feel like I'm going to break you," he said as he traced my very visible ribs with the tips of his fingers. "Break every bone in your body."

I could feel my stomach sinking in and his words made me even a bigger mess than I already was. "Do it, please, please," I cried out as my hips rose towards him.

"Since you asked so nicely...And the skirt stays on. Do you know how much willpower it took me not to bury my hand under your skirt and make you beg for more while we were driving?" He pulled my skirt up and didn't even bother to take off the panties, he just ripped them. He towered over me as I layed on his table, feeling the cool air on my swollen clit.

Kai's fingers went over my aching pussy and my back arched towards his touch. He did nothing for a split second and then came the first slap. I yelped as the burning spread between my legs, but I didn't tell him to stop. He slapped me even harder and I cried out, most ungodly sounds coming from my mouth.

"Don't worry, you can scream as loud as you'd like."

He slapped my dripping cunt once more and after that I was sure I was going to feel his hands on me days after. He didn't wait for me to recover from his brutality, instead he buried two fingers inside me and started scissoring, wanting to spread me even wider. I threw my head back as he added one more. He buried them knuckle deep inside me and began curling them.

"I feel like you're a big girl. You can take one more." He didn't wait for my agreement. His four fingers were inside, making my pussy burn with pleasure. I wasn't able to form words. He spat on me and started massaging my clit while almost his whole hand was thrusting in and out of me. I felt pressure deep in my lower stomach and started panting and moaning for him to continue, but he did exactly the opposite.

My cunt was left empty without his fingers and I could almost cry. I just needed a bit more.

"Don't look so upset. I'm not finished with you."

Kai untied me and took his belt. He spread my legs as wide as he could and started spanking my pussy with it. I screamed more in pain than surprise, "Kai, no, stop, please stop-"

The pain was unbearable, but it was just enough for my clit to start pulsing more and that pressure in my belly to grow. I screamed in pain as he continued to hit me with no mercy. I could feel my walls clenching and my back arched as I came undone. Orgasm hit me and I came down from my high, but Kai didn't stop.

He started rubbing my abused cunt, overstimulating it. He was deaf to my begging and crying. It was too much. There was no pleasure anymore, just pure pain, but he continued to massage it and after a couple of minutes I was shaking with another orgasm. I knew I was too sensitive, but when I tried to close my legs, he stopped me. Then I noticed his rock hard dick under his jeans and my heart dropped. I was going to pass out. He was going to use me, not caring for my pleasure anymore.

"Just hold still a little more, doll." He pulled his dick out and slammed himself inside me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. Everything hurt, but he didn't care. His thrusts were fast and rough, I couldn't keep up. I could feel his orgasm building and he had no intention of pulling out. Kai continued to slam into me until he reached his peak. He filled me with his seed and when he finally pulled out I could feel it dripping from my pussy.

Kai helped me get up and as he was untying his belt, his hot breath was on my neck. "Welcome to the cult, baby."

#kai anderson fanfic #kai anderson fanfiction #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson #ahs cult #ahs fanfic #ahs coven #ahs #american horror story #kit walker #tate langdon #james patrick march #jimmy darling #evan peters fanfic #evan peters #evan peters x reader

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nhasablogg · 6 months

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Imagine being loved by me

Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Anonymous said: Since you’re obviously willing to write nsfw may I present you with the idea of Alex giving Henry a BJ while tickling the shit out of him 👀

Warnings: Oral sex, tickle kinks, probably quite tame though because it's me lmao. And for the biggest warning of them all: I have not proof read it. Also! I don't tag things as "nsfw" but as "not sfw" so that tumblr won't hide my blog again, just an fyi.

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“I want to see how long you can keep your legs around me while I tickle your thighs.” Alex said it into his lower belly, mumbling the words into his skin as if it wasn’t driving Henry crazy just to hear them.

Henry dropped his legs on either side of him. “Alex.”

“Hmm?” Alex peeked up at him, looking delicious with his hair sticking up and cheeks tinted pink, just coming down from his own high with a promise to give Henry an even better treatment. “Too much?”

“No, I just-”

“Or did you like the sound of that?”

Alex wagged his eyebrows and Henry laughed, grateful for the ease as he shoved at Alex’s face. “You’re so stupid.”

Alex laughed too, something bubbly and giddy, head dropping back down to kiss at Henry’s belly. “Or should I just tickle your hips while I blow you?”

“Alex.”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re shy. I’ve got you naked beneath me, for crying out loud.” But Alex’s face softened when he looked up at him again. “You’re so pretty. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Henry averted his eyes. “Well, you’ve already listed a few things.”

“Oh?”

He covered his face with a groan and said over Alex’s laughter: “Just kill me. How is this somehow worse than telling you about it in the first place?”

“I’m just teasing, baby.” A hand on Henry’s jaw. “Hey. Look at me.”

“Hng.”

“Please?”

“Hng.”

“Is this just a ploy to get me to tickle you? Because I will either way, you don’t have to provoke me.” Alex emphasized his words by poking at Henry’s exposed ribs, making his arms shoot down. “There we go.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t-”

“Handle it? Oh, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it?” Alex ran his fingertip over Henry’s ribcage, slowly moving downward. “As much as I want to pin you and force you to take it, I also prefer seeing you try to fight off your instincts to stop me.”

Henry gripped the sheets. Three days. That was how much time had passed since Henry had admitted that he wanted Alex to tie him up and tickle him to pieces, although they’d not done that yet. Henry had changed his mind. Then changed his mind again. And then he’d been too embarrassed to let Alex even talk about it, feeling stupid and silly and annoying, despite how much Alex reassured him that he was okay. They’d not brought up bondage again, although Alex tickled him more now, leaving Henry giggly and huffy and timid.

He’d stilled his hand over Henry’s hipbone now, fingers pressing slightly into the skin, not ticklish exactly but Henry could feel each shift of the pressure, each tiny movement, and it nearly drove him crazy.

“I’m asking seriously now.” A flicker of uncertainty on Alex’s face. This was new to him too. “Do you want me to tickle your hips-” Slight increase in pressure against the bone. “-while I blow you? Or should I just blow you and tickle you after? Or neither?”

Henry exhaled. “Both. At the same time. Please.”

Alex’s smile was so bright that Henry briefly wondered if he’d accidentally mixed up their kinks. “Yay.”

He let out a laugh and leaned his head back, eyes slipping shut as he focused solely on the feeling of Alex’s fingers on his hip. “Yay indeed.” He could imagine the fingers curling over his skin. Could imagine how difficult it would be to keep himself from not shoving them off.

Alex was already leaning down to kiss along his lower stomach, which was slightly ticklish as it was, but the thought of being properly tickled in probably only a minute made Henry jump at the touch, his attempt at playing it cool failing entirely as Alex laughed into his skin.

“Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay.”

“You’re already getting excited, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“I will in a second.” But Alex was loud even when orally occupied. Always moaning and humming and sighing, which nearly got them in trouble when they were a secret. He was kissing his way loudly down Henry’s torso, giving his inner thighs attention which left Henry shaking with both suppressed giggles and something entirely else. They were lucky to be alone. Lucky to have the space to be alone. Henry felt safe to sprawl out as Alex took him in his hand first to get him started, felt safe to moan because Alex knew exactly how to touch him. His free hand was still on Henry’s hip, squeezing slightly, maybe to steady himself, or maybe to keep him on edge. It didn’t matter. Henry was all nerve endings now. All bare skin and vulnerability and trust. All he felt was Alex on his body. Alex sliding down to swallow him. Alex moving slowly because he knew Henry would eventually dig his nails into his back to get him to hurry up and he enjoyed seeing him squirm. Alex used his elbows to keep himself up, both planted on either side of Henry, with his hands resting on Henry’s sides, maybe tickling or maybe simply twitching. It didn’t matter. Henry wasn’t being tickled yet and so he barely felt it, too busy feeling other things.

And then Alex moved his hands to his hip bones and didn’t move them away again, not even as Henry started writhing, overwhelmed from the combination of pleasure and ticklishness and unsure of how to handle it. His laughter was quick and panicked, and yet his hands kept gripping the sheets. Alex smiled around him, a sound akin to delight escaping him, but Henry could barely hear him over himself.

“F-fuck, Alex, fuck, I-”

His nerve endings were in shambles, and all he could do was keep arching his back, head thrown back, eyes wide open as if being able to see what he was doing was helping him at all. But it was a lovely sight, Alex looking up at him as if he didn’t want to miss a single moment. Hair sticking to his forehead. Cheeks tinted pink.

“You like that?” he asked when he moved to the tip, making Henry whine through his laughter.

“Y-yes.”

“I can tell.” Contact briefly breaking when he grinned. “I like that you like it.”

Oh. Okay. Okay okay. Right. Okay.

Alex took him in again, moan turning into humming which Henry would eventually realize was him attempting to say the words ‘tickle tickle’ while having a mouthful of Henry and, well, he was glad he realized that toward the end and not in the beginning.

When Alex had said that he wanted to tickle his hips he must’ve been lying, because once his hands started straying it seemed as if they would never stay in one spot for longer than a couple of minutes. Maybe to keep Henry guessing, or maybe to give him momentary mercy. Either way, he wasn’t sure if it was mercy at all. He let go of the sheets when Alex scribbled his fingers over his belly, the first spot to have him scrambling to stop him, but Alex was able to evade him much too easily than seemed possible for someone who was partly occupied with something else.

“Nuh uh,” he said, coming up briefly to wag a playful finger at him. “No blocking my tickling.”

“It’s not that easy,” Henry said, grateful for the chance to breathe.

“Be a good boy and try for me, okay, baby?” Alex lowered himself down again. “I’m not finished yet, and, by the looks of it, neither are you.”

It was crazy that Henry could be blushing when in this position, when he had absolutely nothing to hide or that could be hidden at all.

Alex tickled his belly for as long as Henry let him, which was longer than they’d both probably thought but then again Henry nearly ripped the headboard off the bed in his plight. Heels were digging into the mattress, and he had the brief ridiculous fear that they would have to explain to someone in the morning how the hell they had broken a whole bed.

“Please!” The desperation in his voice surprised him and was probably the reason Alex switched spots without him having to say anything else, latching onto his sides instead which had him giggling, but not more than that. Exhausted by that point, he was able to feel Alex blowing him more than tickling him, although that would change once Alex remembered he had thighs which he spidered his fingers over, although he avoided the inner thighs lest he wanted to be crushed to death.

“I want to see how long you can keep your legs around me while I tickle your thighs.” Alex repeated his words from much earlier, when focus had started shifting to Henry in the first place, only this time Henry wrapped his legs around him rather than doing the opposite. He knew he would lose immediately but was willing to try.

(It lasted approximately ten seconds.)

Later, when Alex had dried them off and kissed Henry’s hair about a thousand times, he said, “I love tickling you because you never know how you’re going to react. It’s so- bodily. No thoughts seem to be involved.”

“Are you calling me stupid.”

“Well, it is called being tickled silly.”

And Henry, having been tickled out, could only agree.

#tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!henry #firstprince fic #rwrb fic #firsprince #rwrb #not sfw #imagine being loved by me #n writes

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trashy-corvian · 8 months

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You draw the twins real funky (I like it) so could I perhaps ~inquire~ what some of your body headcanons for them are?

Sup~ And thank you🖤

Now, do i have some headcanons?

General

While not strict, demon can be sorted into different categories. Some of them are: avian, reptile, fish, amphibian, insectoid, mammal and hybrid.

There a lot of arguing abot how to better categorise them, some demonologist argue that there is no such thing as "fish" type, while others say that arachnids should be considered a seperate type

Each brother, exept Mammon, represent the most common type present in their Ring

Mammon is a hybrid type. Hybrids aren't common but most of them come from the Greed Ring, some demons like to joke that "greed demons wanted to take all the good traits for themselves"

Body hair and fat are traits most often associated with mammal types but other demons can easily have those of they so wish and/or they lifestyle made them like that

Genitals are not a fixed thing. Demons are flexible like that. I also believe that demons are most lax when it comes to this stuff. Angels used to have the most strict gender policies until humans became-waves hand- like this

Lucifer

Avian type

Has the body type like those horny Lucifer statues, you know the ones

Scars. A lot of them. The biggest is a mix of old wounds and burns that starts at his ribs and goes to the mid thigh

He covers them up with clothes but refuses to glamour them

Suffers from chronic pain, especially in his back

Bird feet, with talons✨️

Mammon

Hybrid type

Slutty waist🖤

Lean body with some muscle definition. My boy has to look a certain way in order to be a model

Used to have scars but glamoured them

The fastest among the brothers, rivaled only by Barbatos among the high ranking demons

His horns are a nightmare to maintain. Before Mc he used to spend a lot of money on salons

Fuffy hair, like, the fluffiest~

Leviathan

Reptile type

Covered in the most pretty scales you'll ever see, compliment him!

Very tall, very skinny, a beanpole basically

Has an ucanny long limbs

Unhingable jaw, like in this one movie where old lady almost ate a child

Very strong tail, can lift things and people. He once used it to toss Mammon across the room.

Uses the fish in his giant tank to clean his horns

Has lighter colored scales instead of scars

Satan

Mammal type

Hooves, man

Can and will break your foot if you piss him off

The guy is a reader. No muscles, soft body and a belly.

Moderate amount of body hair but it's so light you can hardly see it at first

Another owner of great hair, so silky and soft~

Once tried to pierce Lucifer with his horn. It was awkward for everyone involved

Asmodeus

Arachnid type

No muscle whatsoever. Still slim, like those pretty anime boys

Mandibles that come out when he's excited

Managed to avoid getting any big scars or at least he says so. His body is heavily glamoured

Scorpion tail isn't just for show, darling. Be careful

Can withstand the most extreme temperatures but who would put this beauty in such conditions. He will complain all the the time while his less adjusted brothers are literally dying of heat/cold

Beelzebub

Insect type

Strongman body because i said so

Grows body hair to make Belphie feel better about his body

Stamina and strength is off the charts

Buzzes when happy or excited

Unhinged jaw and mandibles, also long tube-like tongue

A lot of scars, i haven't drew them but oooh boy Beel is covered in old wounds

Belphegor

Mammal type

Black spots across the body

Tall as Beel but slouches most of the time

Actually really malnourished, you can see his ribs and hipbones

I headcanon him getting slowly better though

A lot of thick black body hair

For the love of Demon King, brush his tail i beg you

Constant stubble, he can shave but it will grow back the next day

No hooves because he hates the constant maintenance they require

Forgets to eat because he unconsciously taps into Beel's eating, but ,unlike his twin, he doesn't suffer from constant hunger so he often feels full while in reality he hasn't eaten in days

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus

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storybycorey · 2 months

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From Deep Within storybycorey's WIP Files

I've recently discovered various snippets of WIPs that I'd somewhat forgotten about, so I'm going to start publishing them. Some of these are more recent (2-3 years ago?) and some are from much longer ago. I make no promises of ever finishing them, but thought it would be fun to release them!

No clue where this next one came from. I assume it was a sex scene I wrote for an existing fic but then I must have decided to go in a different direction. Who knows? Not me! It must be fairly old because it's written in 1st person, which I only did in the very beginnings of my writing 'career', which also accounts for the less than stellar writing style. But hey, it's porn, so I figure that makes up for it.

But then he slows to a stop. “Wha…?” I whimper desperately, grasping at his shoulders.

“Shhhh, hold on,” he says.

He flips us over so that I’m now on top, lying against his heated chest. “Oh!” is my startled reply as I prop myself up with my arms on his shoulders.

He grabs hold of my hips and grinds them against his own, then says, “Show me, Scully,…. show me what you like….”

“Mulder, I don’t…, ” I sputter.

“Show me…,” he interrupts me before I can even finish. And then, still inside me, he arches his hips.

I grunt, surprised. My body responds before I can even think, and I undulate right back against him.

“Yeah,” he rasps, ”…just like that…”

I grip his shoulders and begin to slowly rock, rolling my hips with every thrust so that his cock will rub against my clit. So good. It’s so good.

He fills his hands with the flesh of my ass, squeezes. My breasts lift and sway with my movements and he stares, lips slack. His awe-filled expression would be comical if it weren’t so erotic, if it didn’t turn me on so damn much. I move more aggressively, arch my back just to watch what he does.

“Touch them…,” I beg, aching for him.

He looks me in the eye. “No,” he denies me, “Show me first.”

I gasp. My God.

“I want to see, Scully,” he urges, “Show me what makes you feel good”.

His hips are still gently thrusting as I take my hands from his shoulders and sit up. What makes me feel good… He makes me feel good. But I know what he’s asking. I know what he’s fantasized about the last seven years, the things we thought would never happen but finally did.

I nod. He grunts in encouragement.

I want to give him what he wants. I want to show him.

My eyes slip closed, and I lick my lips. He bucks slightly beneath me, squeezes my hipbones with his thumbs. Then I slowly draw my hands up my body. From knees to thighs, then my fingertips over his thumbs at my hips. Across my belly to circle around my navel. Then finally, I tickle along my ribs until I’m cupping the undersides of my breasts, flirting with the him, lifting them towards him in offering.

My God, I can’t believe how much this is turning me on. The thought that he’s watching me tease myself like this is unbelievably erotic. I allow my eyes to slip open briefly, to see him watching me. His eyes are dark and hooded, his lower lip slack and wet.

He watches my hands, waiting for me to take the last step, and I feel the pace of his thrusts slow in anticipation. I’ve never felt like this before. Jesus, my skin is so sensitized right now, so hungry for touch. I trace slowly along the curves beneath my breasts with my middle fingers, back and forth, back and forth, rolling my hips at the same pace against him.

“Scu…,” he breathes, mesmerized.

Finally, I can’t stand the tease anymore, and I allow myself to cup their fullness, squeezing the soft flesh, kneading it. And oh, it’s glorious. My head falls back on my neck and I groan at the sensation.

“Jesus!” he grunts, bucking up hard beneath me.

I try to imagine what Mulder feels when he touches me. As I knead, I notice how soft my breasts are, I pay attention to the wonderful, sexy weight they’ve got to them. My head rolls on my neck in pleasure. By the time I circle closer to my nipples, he’s panting. I touch my areolas first, the skin even softer there—so sensitive. My back arches in anticipation as I tease myself. God, him watching changes everything.

I can’t take it anymore; I finally give in. I pinch my nipples and roll them between my forefingers and thumbs. My hips buck at the sensation, and we both groan. I tug them gently away from my body before letting them snap back. I do it again. And again and again. With my knuckles, I brush softly over their tips, alternating between this and pinching them between the webbing of my fingers. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s just so, so good.

Mulder grips my hips and grinds me harder down against him. I’d lose my balance, but he holds me steady, does all the work for us where we’re joined so that I can continue with what I’m doing above. I start to feel frenzied, out of control. I pinch my nipples harder, twist and tug them more roughly. He growls beneath me, snaps his hips so erratically, I finally lose my battle with balance and fall forward, dropping my hands from my breasts to brace myself against the sheets.

I needn’t worry though, because immediately one of my breasts is in his mouth and the other in is hand, picking up right where I left off. What finally drives me over the edge are his teeth—gentle but nipping, taking what’s left of my sanity and tossing it away. I fall against his chest, mouth wet and open at his shoulder, my desperate whines muffled against his skin. He follows me over the edge just moments later, fingers clutching at my back so hard they’ll leave bruises.

#wip snippets #my fic #storybycorey

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ana-chronista · 4 months

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38!! You know my ship come on

... who are you again? 🤔 KIDDING! Obviously anything for a Bojere buddy. 😊❤️ 38. ... because they're running out of time

“Mmm, what are you doing?” Bojan asks, prising his eyes open in time to see Jere glance over from where he’s propped himself up over his chest, still tangled up in the sheets with him. For a moment his eyes have something of the dark glint he gets on stage as Kӓӓrijӓ, shaking Bojan straight out of his half-asleep state. “You make me lose count.” Jere huffs, expression unimpressed in a way that Bojan can tell is deliberate. That doesn’t really answer his question, though. “What?” “Well, I try to give you a thousand kisses before you go. They have to last until you come back.” Jere’s tone suggests that it should all be obvious. Then he shakes his head, heaving a dramatic sigh. “But now you make me lose count and I have to start over again.” Bojan can feel a smile tugging on his lips and laughter bubbling up in his throat despite his best efforts to match Jere’s deadpan expression. “Oh no, what a shame. But what about you?” Jere cocks his head questioningly. “What you mean?” There’s that glint in his eye again. One of his hands trails down from Bojan’s chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it passes over his stomach and smooths out at his waist, thumb stroking teasingly over his hipbone in a way that makes his breath hitch. He's exhausted through and through, and knows Jere must be as well. Every muscle in his body aches and he already knows that his morning flight to Slovenia is going to be uncomfortable to say the least. But he also knows that tomorrow he’ll wake up in his own bed alone, and that no matter how soon they’re able to meet up again, it’ll never be soon enough. So he does the only thing he really can do in such a situation, which is to grab Jere by the shoulders and flip him over onto his back. He finds Jere’s lips with his own the second Jere’s head hits the pillow, immediately open-mouthed, a continuation rather than a new start. Judging by the grin curving against his own mouth and the hardness starting to dig insistently into his thigh, Jere is more than happy with this turn of events. Eventually, it’s a need for air that breaks them apart – however barely – both breathless as Bojan murmurs, “I wouldn’t want you to be without any kisses to remember me by.” Whatever smart reply was on the tip of Jere’s tongue turns into a groan as Bojan turns his attention to his throat, nails raking lightly over his chest and down his ribs as he starts his own tally. There are still a few hours to go until they need to leave for the airport. Plenty of time for a thousand kisses or more, even if they lose count again.

#ana answers #bojere #fanfic

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cactusnymph · 7 months

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For the prompts: Touching and 35. "kissing their bruises and scars" with Aylin and Isobel (and Shadowheart if you feel like it! all moon wlw welcome) pretty please! This is fun and your writing is beautiful ^^

Isobel still can't believe that she not only got her life back but also her Aylin. Twice blessed by Selûne is what she would normally say, but the gods work their magic in strange ways and when she thinks too much about it—about how Myrkul was the one to give her a second chance at life and how a Chosen of Shar is the one who freed her Aylin—her head starts spinning.

Instead she focuses on the here and now as best as she can, grounding herself in the feeling of Aylin's warm body next to her. Her fingers gently follow the golden cracks along her love's skin—a testament to her strength and resolution.

Aylin sighs as Isobel follows the lines down her chest, over her belly and across her hips and thighs before pressing her lips against a dark bruise on Aylin's shoulder, darting her tongue out to taste it.

Aylin's breath hitches and Isobel smiles.

"Again?", she teases lovingly and Aylin turns her head to look at Isobel.

"I've been imprisoned for centuries without a gentle touch or the sight of my beautiful Isobel. You will forgive me if I have much to catch up on", she says and Isobel hums before continuing her journey down Aylin's body, her fingers traveling ahead of her lips as she finds every scar and every bruise.

"I have a question", Isobsel mumbles into Aylin's skin before licking one of her love's scars, right over her hipbone. She knows that this one was made by a drider. The one on her left thigh, just above the knee, by a dark justiciar. Isobel knows the stories behind all of Aylin's scars.

"If you wish to have a coherent discussion, maybe you should stop touching me for a moment", Aylin whispers, her breath coming quicker already as she squirms under Isobel's gentle administrations. Isobel chuckles.

"No", she says and revels in Aylin's laughter—breathy and happy.

"Well then. Ask and I will do my best to answer despite the dire circumstances", she says with half a smirk and Isobel laughs, gently nudging Aylin's thighs apart to settle between them.

"You've spend some time with our Sharran friend", Isobel says and gently bites the inside of Aylin's thigh. Aylin gasps and arches her back, her fingers digging into the blanket below her.

"That is not a question", Aylin teases.

"How do you feel about her?", Isobel wants to know and dips her head back down to nibble on Aylin's hipbones while her hands draw along the contours of Aylin's ribs.

Aylin seems to be too distracted to answer, chasing the feeling of Isobel's touch, pushing her hips up and spreading her legs a little further. Isobel isn't made of stone and Aylin is beautiful like this, but she also wants to know.

Her mind has been wandering every time she watches Aylin and Shadowheart sitting by the fire or in front of Shadowheart's tent. Ever the insightful one Aylin can see attraction when she sees it and Shadowheart is drawn to Aylin. Isobel understands.

Aylin is beautiful, courageous, fierce and endearingly blunt. Isobel knows what it's like to get caught up in her bright aura. But she also notices Shadowheart looking at her. They didn't meet on the best of terms but Isobel has come to respect Shadowheart. Has maybe even started to like her. And Shadowheart is trying not to enjoy their presence.

Isobel can tell.

"I might be—", a gasp as Isobel's head dips lower. "Intrigued."

"Intrigued?", Isobel asks with a smirk and bites at Aylin's hipbone again.

"There's much to discover", Aylin admits and Isobel has to agree. Thinking about Shadowheart while she has Aylin like this, naked and spread out on a soft blanket, breathing heavily just from Isobel kissing her scars... it makes her skin tingle with excitement.

"Do you want to invite her? Next time?", Isobel asks and Aylin sucks in a breath, looking up at Isobel through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Would you want that, my love?", she wants to know, her gaze piercing.

Isobel smiles.

"Yes. Yes, I think I would."

feel free to send me more of these <3

#dame aylin #isobel thorm #aylin x isobel #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #mi writes #this turned out way hornier than i intended but...... well. they deserve it and so do i :'D #thank you anon for enabling me!!!

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betweenthings2 · 4 months

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Would love to read 2& 5 from the cuddle prompts list if youre still writing them x

Thank you for the ask!!

2. Tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks and 5. "I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

The shirt Matty is wearing is too big for him, far too big. It's not even his, really, it's George's. Or, at least, it was George's, ages ago. Now George doesn't see it unless Matty is wearing it, but he doesn't really mind. He made peace with Matty's tendency to steal clothes ages ago and he's pretty sure it looks better on him, anyway. At least, George likes it on Matty better. The neck is stretched out and reveals Matty's collarbones and it reaches his mid-thigh and makes George feel ridiculously possessive.

Now, though, the t-shirt's hem bunched up above Matty's hip, revealing his boxers and the tattoo on his hip, and the collar askew to reveal his collarbone. His hair is a mess, curls going every which way and tickling George's chest where Matty's head rests. He would protest, but George thinks he looks angelic.

Actually, Matty wouldn't protest, he would pretend to be cocky and self-assured, but his cheeks would flush pink and betray him and then he'd go off about religion or something of the like. To be honest, George loves hearing Matty talk. Matty could read the phone book or hate comments on their music videos and George would be captivated, but sometimes, it's nice to simply be in the quiet.

Matty shifts slightly, then settles, content. George presses a kiss into his curls and runs his fingers over the tattoo on Matty's hip, tracing the shape of the letters, then the outline. Matty's skin is soft and warm under George's calloused fingers and he lets of a pleased little sigh when George's fingers press into his skin, so George runs his fingers under Matty's t-shirt with even pressure. He finds the little scar on Matty's ribs from a sports incident years ago and presses into it gently, then ghosts his fingers over the fading bruise just above the scar, a product of Matty getting a little to excited about jumping into the crowd during their last show.

"Love it when you wear my clothes," George murmurs, punctuating his words with a slightly more firm brush over the bruise. Matty doesn't flinch.

He does hum and say, "'s my t-shirt."

George pulls his hand out from under Matty's shirt, careful to leave it bunched up over his hip revealing his tattoo. "You buy all your clothes three sizes too big?" he teases, fingers now working under the elastic of Matty's boxers. He's not trying to do anything more than cuddle, but Matty is soft here, so warm and perfect and he wants to feel.

"Fuck off," Matty whines, but there's no bite to his words.

George chuckles, warm and deep, and he squeezes Matty's hip and migrates his fingers back to Matty's belly, just under the hem of his t-shirt. He spreads his fingers wide, marveling at how his fingers cover the space between Matty's hipbones. As much as Matty hates it, he is small, notably smaller than George, more obvious that ever under George's hands like this. He presses his fingertips into Matty's skin, holding him close and simply feeling, simply being close.

"I love you," George murmurs.

"Love you, too," Matty responds, resting his hand over George's.

George adjusts so that he can interlace his fingers with Matty's and squeezes his hand gently, rather than saying anything else. Matty moves their hands to the center of his chest, coming to rest against the tattoo there, only the thin fabric of his t-shirt between their hands and his skin.

"Sometimes," George starts quietly, "I wonder how I got so lucky, wonder how I got you in my clothes in my bed."

"'s my t-shirt," Matty repeats. "Hasn't been yours since we lived in that flat with Ross and Hann."

George chuckles again and, suddenly sincere, says, "You're the greatest thing I've ever known."

Matty is quiet for a moment, and George thinks he said a little bit too much, then he says, "You're home. Doesn’t matter where we are, what's happening, as long as you're there, I'm home."

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Matty comes back from rehab clingy. George chalks it up to the seven weeks they spent apart, the seven weeks Matty spent on his own, because Matty likes to touch, likes to be close to people, but not people he doesn't know. George doesn't mind, really, he's missed having Matty close, too, missed the weight and warmth of Matty's body next to his, and this Matty, the Matty that comes home, is more solid, more present. The Matty that comes home isn't so strung out and underfed that George can count his ribs without trying and worries he's going to collapse if he doesn't anything remotely strenuous. The Matty that comes home is better, in every sense of the word.

And George doesn't really believe in any kind of higher power, but he did start praying again in the midst of the worst of it because he didn't know what else to so. He knows god didn't fix anything, god didn't convince Matty to go to rehab, god didn't get Matty through withdrawal and self-hate and misery, god didn't listen to Matty sob and panic and sit with him for all of those endless nights when he said he wanted to die and had a plan. No, god didn't do any of that, that was all George, but it would be nice to think there's someone, something out there watching out for them. George doesn't share this with Matty, mostly because he's far more cynical than George is about the whole concept, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it, especially when he has Matty in his arms and a face full of curls Matty swears he's going to cut but hasn't actually gotten around to yet. He says it's time for a change, that he needs to distance himself from the person he was before everything, which makes George a little bit sad because he loved that version of Matty, too, but he understands. If he were in Matty's place, he'd probably want to do the same thing.

But now, there's Matty in his arms, curls in his face, and a film on the TV that neither of them is actually paying attention to. Really, George is pretty sure Matty is asleep, and he would rouse Matty and suggest they go up to bed properly, but he's a light sleeper and George really is comfortable. The only downside is that they're not actually in private, but in the living room of the residential studio they holed up in when Matty got home, so there are people through the space periodically.

Matty stirs when there's a commotion in the kitchen and a few moments later, Adam pokes his head around the corner to apologize. George tightens his arm around Matty's waist when he does shift and murmurs something quiet telling him to keep sleeping. Matty stills for a few moments, then shifts again, seemingly trying to press himself closer to George, never mind the fact that there's absolutely no space in between them already.

"George?" Matty asks a few moments later.

George opens his mouth to answer, but his words turn to spluttering when he gets a mouthful of wayward curls.

Matty moves again, saying, "Shit, sorry, I'm, like, suffocating you right now. You can tell me to move, ya'know."

"No, I don't mind," George promises, holding Matty close. "If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy."

Matty laughs, and George can't help but join in. He loves hearing Matty laugh, more than almost anything else. Really, he's partial to all of the sounds that come with occupying the same space as Matty, him singing in the shower, his deep, even breathing when he sleeps, the frustrated little noises George is pretty sure he doesn't even know he makes when he has headphones on and he's working on something uncooperative, the way he mutters lyrics under his breath when he's writing. George is, of course, also party to Matty's anxieties and tears and upset, but he'd almost take that over silence.

"I love you," Matty says suddenly serious.

"Yeah?" George answers.

Matty nods and moves so he can meet George's eyes. He's all wayward hair and bright eyes and a crooked smile and George thinks he looks like home, like everything that's good in the world. "Yeah," Matty echoes. "I really love you."

George leans in for a quick kiss and says, "I love you, too."

Matty tucks his head back under George's chin and returns his gaze to the TV, film still playing, even though he still had no idea what's going on. That's ok, though, he's more concerned with simply being with George.

#my fic

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thelaughtercafe · 3 months

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Mr. Love Ler Headcanons

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers:

Pairing: Kiro/F! Reader, Lucien/F! Reader, Victor/F! Reader, Gavin/F! Reader, Shaw/F! Reader

Length: 1.4l+

Summary: N/A

Kiro:

Omg Kiro as a ler is super playful and energetic.

Likes to use his hands the most! Feels it’s the most intimate.

Does NOT shut up.

Has known he was a Ler since childhood actually, unlike the others so he’s the most experienced with terms, tools and wrecking you.

He sees it as a super fun way to break the touch barrier and also help lift moods or break a silence so he will just lunge at you out of nowhere while you’re chilling with him and just go to town.

“Aw c’mon cutie you can take a little more cantcha? Look at that beaming smile!

King of teasing holy fuck he will make you red.

Partial to coochie coos and tickle tickles to fill any moments of his own silence.

Lives to see you afterwards, pink, discombobulated and pouting which leads to a quick scribble at your ribs to make you giggle again.

“You know you love me~”

Cheeky little shit.

Lucien:

OMG HE’S SO MEAN DON’T LET HIM FIND OUT YOUR TICKLISH PLEASE GOD-

He’s a man of science and you know what that means.

Tickle experiments. All the time.

And if he knows you like it? He won’t stop.

And believe me…he’ll know.

You won’t need to say a word.

He’ll notice the way you arch into his touch, or the way you look away and blush when he makes an analogy about having a tickle in his throat and that’s all he needs to get curious enough to generate a hypothesis.

Once he tests it and just out of the blue while asking rapidfire questions under the guise of a game blurts it out in the same monotone voice as always.

“So I take it you like being tickled hm?”

“Yeah of course I-”

He wished he had a camera to record the way your face had froze as you realized what had just come out of your mouth before you rushed to backpedal.

“I-I mean-no I just-I th-thought you asked something el-”

Too late for that.

He had already cornered you against the nearest wall and begun skating his fingernails under your shirt over your bare sides with a calm smile.

“There’s no need to tell fibs now. I can see from how red you are that you like this whether you attempt to deceive me or not.”

He merely laughed as you groaned in embarrassment and hid your burning face in his lab coat.

From then on, lots of experiments. He is a neurologist after all. What better way to test how laughter affects brain chemistry?

Victor:

Opposite to Kiro; he’s cold and doesn’t open his mouth much besides to offer the occasional playfully degrading comment.

“Ah, so this is your real laugh hm? Quite loud. I should be the only one to hear it.”

He’s much more focused on your laughter and flustered reaction as well as what makes you give him the best reactions.

Always evolving his tickling style. Kind of experimental like Lucien but more spur of the moment and doing it to mess with you.

Quick, nimble, long fingers.

How else do you think he writes and types so fast as a CEO?

Uses his big hands to wrap around you and can tickle both your ribs and back at the same time.

Finds a sadistic satisfaction in the way you jerk and let out a strangled sound of gaped laughter when he does it for the first time, eyes comically wide before you attempt to beg.

Punishes you when you make him worry and when you go MIA in particular.

Does it out of nowhere too, to catch you off guard.

…Absolutely once called you to his office just to wreck you until you were in tears.

Goldman got some ideas after that day the poor secretary-

Gavin:

High school friend already knew you were ticklish, despite never having done it to you himself until now.

He’s too shy for that now, c’mon.

The sweet ler who’ll hesitate even when he’s got you pinned, his hands hovering over your skin after a playfight.

“J-Just call my name if you need me to stop okay?”

His softness is the last thing on your mind as he then roughly digs his fingers into your hipbones.

When you burst into giggles, the smallest of smiles twitches onto his lips as he relishes in the sound of your laughter.

Teases tentatively since he’s worried about pushing you too far.

More innocent comments and him blurting out his thoughts that have the added bonus of flustering you to Hell and back.

“Heh…your laugh hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Man, look how red you’ve gotten.”

Will turn red himself when he goes to pull away, worried you’re not getting enough oxygen and you pull his hand back towards your body with a pout.

Lets out the purest laugh when it clicks and turns a bit more teasy in reaction.

“Oh? You don’t want me to stop do you?”

*SPOILER CHARACTERS BELOW THE CUT*

Helios:

Hi.

Remember how I said Kiro was a master ler?

Take that; multiply it by 500 and you’ve got Helios.

Fuck playful tickling.

This man?

Gonna torture you.

Kiro was very careful to never use his Evol on you, even if you said you didn’t mind or even wanted him to.

Helios has no such qualms and relishes in the lack of control he can force on you.

It’s a reminder to him both that he’s powerful and you’re safe not that he’ll ever admit as much.

Degrades just a tad when he lers.

Makes fun of you for liking it

🥺

“Oh? What a naughty little tickle slut I’ve come across. Look at you barely struggling against me.”

Leans forward to hiss into your ear and you feel his teeth drag there.

“Now if you don’t want me to stop…”

“Beg for it.”

Shaw:

The type to pretend he’d rather be literally anywhere else. Like he’s not the one torturing you and it’s this huge inconvenience as you lose it in his arms.

“Damn your laugh is so squeaky. Ha! Did you just snort?”

Try to quiet yourself and he’ll either pout or threaten as his

“Did I say to stop?”

Omg absolutely the type to let you get away just to drag you back to him!!

Doesn’t show it outwardly but freaking loves the chase and struggle under that tsundere ass façade.

Possessive of his Lee.

He wants to be the only one to tickle them.

Especially in front of a certain brother

Generally enjoys tickling you in front of others despite his possessive nature since he views it as a declaration.

Any of his band members from Loud House try joining in he will 1000% put you down to wreck them till they cry.

“Oh you wanted to join in? Why didn’t you just say so?”

Oh shit wait that’s not playfulness that’s aggression in his tone run little drummer boy run!!

Absolutely no mercy. Follows through on making them cry and taunts them mercilessly about it. Never lets them live it down and threatens them with it again if he gets jealous.

…no-one’s stupid enough to try again after that.

Ares:

Once Lucien drops the mask?

Much like Helios he’s worse.

The only difference? His was done for manipulation against you rather than to protect you and he’s got even less qualms about using it to mess with you.

He already did it as Lucien of course but as Ares?

He’s so much crueler, and he’s not afraid to manhandle you either.

Even if he wants to safeguard you, it doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun with you too.

And maybe he misses your smile and laughter around him.

Not that he’d ever tell you as much.

He never got to show his annoyance as Lucien and as Ares he still mostly doesn’t.

Until he does.

You make one too many passive aggressive comments, roll your eyes one too many times and suddenly he’s got you pinned by your neck against the wall, grin more feral than you’d ever seen it with a glint in his eyes that makes your blood turn to ice.

He clicks his tongue at you.

“Tsk tsk tsk…not a very smart girl now are we?”

His voice is little more than a hiss.

“This has been a long time coming. I hope you’re ready to be punished. Thoroughly.”

He leans forward to purr all too sweetly into your ear.

“And I have just the method. Be a good girl and behave for me won’t you? I’d hate to have to gag you.”

His tone was so full of relish you know if you so much as try it he’ll follow through.

#tlc: brown sugar boba #tlc: tickle headcanons #mr. love tickle headcanons #mr love tickle headcanons #mr love tickles #lucien x reader #kiro x reader #gavin x reader #victor x reader #helios x reader #ares x reader #shaw x reader #female reader #mr love: queen's choice

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butmakeitgayblog · 11 months

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Buddy, I’m gonna need you to share my pain with everyone else. I cannot go through this alone 😭

Cue Taylor Swift.

For the record, you did this

You did.

By sending me TS's Soon You'll Get Better, which I had never even heard. And considering the honeymoon snippet you'd think you woulda seen it coming

This baby girl right here?

Right here?

This is Lexa who has completely stopped running from it.

Her illness causes bruising. That's just a fact of Lexa's life. It's what she wakes up to every morning and what she sees in the mirror before bed every night. It's something she'd gotten so used to working to cover up that by the time Clarke started coming around, it kind of didn't occur to her what would happen when or if she eventually couldn't keep them hidden anymore.

Or if she'd even want to hide them from her at all.

The first time they sleep together is when Clarke sees the full extent of it and, oh, Lexa practically shakes with how nervous it makes her. Because yes, she knows Clarke is attracted to her, and yes, Clarke has always been nothing but gentle with her, treating her like she's something precious rather than something broken that could crumble if held too firmly in her grasp. But it's another thing entirely to be laid so bare. To have every one on every rib stand out against the paleness of her skin. To see Clarke's eyes trace the peppering of them across her shoulders, her hipbone. Across her breasts, belly, and the dips of her thighs.

But Clarke kisses them with unwavering reverence. Not as though Lexa's delicate for them, but as though she loves those broken parts of Lexa every bit as as she loves the supple, unmarred skin around them. As though they're nothing more than pieces of Lexa's perfectly beautiful whole.

That's something Lexa didn't even know she needed until she had it. That feeling of Clarke cupping her face and nuzzling close. Breathing her in. Kissing her temples and cheeks. Taking on Lexa's burden as her own. That feeling of Clarke accepting her exactly as she is in her illness. Not despite it.

And that never changes. Not once when they're close or being intimate does Clarke treat her as anything other than just Lexa, the woman she loves. Not physically, not emotionally.

Which is how Lexa prefers it.

She prefers it on the bad days, when she can't even stand the sight of food and keeping down water feels like a herculean feat. On the days when she barely recognizes herself in the mirror amid the splotches of purple, yellow, and faded blue, Clarke still looks at her like she's nothing less than precious. And on the days when Lexa can't do anything beyond laying in bed drifting in and out of sleep, she appreciates the fact that Clarke will just slip under the covers beside her and snuggle up like that was always what she'd had planned for the day.

Because it's in those moments that Lexa can pretend.

They'll lay in her bed, usually naked and practically wrapped around each other, Clarke obviously boiling under Lexa's 4 insulated comforters... but she never complains. She just lays on her back and coaxes Lexa's head onto her chest, running her fingers through Lexa's hair and reverently kissing every bruise within reach. Humming with every kiss she faithfully returns in kind across the full swell of Clarke's breasts. (Forever a boob girl.)

And they take turns talking about what they're gonna do together "when this is all over" and seal every one with a lie-sweetened kiss. They make plans to visit the grand canyon and camp under the stars and shout to wide open sky till their lungs burn. They plan summers in Europe just to kiss under the Eiffel Tower and argue about wintery holidays split between the tropics and begrudging trips back home. They make plans to find the hidden sanctuary of some long forgotten waterfall to make love under and swear to dip their toes into the shores of every ocean.

They plan a lifetime's worth of moments in that quiet safety they find in Lexa's bed. Plans for a future life filled with all their love and all the pieces of the world they're gonna conquer together, someday.

Just as soon as Lexa gets better....

#dysco lymonade #a walk to remember au #AWTR synopsis #you can also blame ALaw for this #you two were the two who were the two #and klforpresident really #it... it was a group effort my point being I'm innocent better #here*

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r0tt3dxc0rps3 · 5 months

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I’m 38 hours into my fast, i’m craving mashed potatoes and buldak noodles sooo bad. I’ma stay strong though, the foods not going anywhere so I can wait. I see my boyfriend tomorrow and the rest of the week till Thursday.. he usually cooks or orders food so I need to just say no and stay strong. I want to look exactly how i did when he first met me, if not, smaller and better.

I’ve been just drinking water, coffee and sugar free redbulls. Being busy at work helps keeps my mind distracted. I’m starting to really like feeling hungry.

I’m so scared to weigh myself because last time I was 148 (whenever i posted my pinned this week), ate like shit for a couple days and gained for sure. Let’s see after 2 days of fasting so far how much i am. If I haven’t lost much then that’s okay, it’s all a process. I will keep going until my fast ends. NO EXCUSES! What keeps me mostly motivated is seeing old snap memories of when I was 115-120. My face was so thin, I was so happy with my body, feeling all my ribs, feeling my hipbones when I’d lay down, clothes looking cute on me, being praised about how pretty I was and how much weight I had lost.

On the other hand, any tips to help with the lightheadedness? I’m a Vet Technician so I’m always running my ass around and lifting heavy dogs, boxes, cleaning, standing, etc. I hope you sweeties are staying strong and taking care of yourselves!

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creative-kny-fics · 11 months

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i legit just asked but i hope it’s okay with you if i ask again. could u do lee!genya and ler!sanemi? where they are on a mission together and sanemi discovers the fact that he’s ticklish?

Well, actually Sanemi already knew that but let's do what not ahdkhalsyeksjs

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Ler: Sanemi Shinazugawa

Lee: Genya Shinazugawa

'Sanemi, I have a surprise for you that I know you'll like very much' 'Eh?', Sanemi listened carefully, he knew that the boss was a kind man, but he felt that he was not worthy of receiving that surprise.

'I'm sorry, Oyakata-Sama, but... I don't think I can accept your gift', a small blush formed on his cheeks, he was embarrassed. 'Nonsense, tonight, the surprise will come to you, wait for it. I won't take no for an answer', Kagaya smiled and Sanemi accepted without further protest.

Night came, Sanemi looked at the moon, what surprise would it be? 'Aniki...?', recognized that voice, Genya?! What was he doing here?!

'What are you doing here?!' 'Himejima - San spoke with Kagaya - Sama, I'm not sure but they told me to come to this address today, aniki... I'

'Don't say anything, I told you I don't have siblings, you shouldn't even be here', Genya walked away a bit, Sanemi crossed his arms and walked away, glancing at his brother, he didn't want to tell him that, but if treating him like this would keep him safe, then he would.

Almost the whole night, Sanemi was ignoring his brother, only if he saw a demon approaching him, he would kill him, Genya had no weapons at that moment and if Sanemi saw what could become a demon, he would kill him, so the night passed until be almost close to dawn.

'Let's go to my estate, you'll stay there to rest a bit', Genya nodded, he didn't say more

'Damn, Genya shouldn't even have joined the hunters corps, damn it', Sanemi got into his thoughts, he still saw Genya as a baby, he didn't know that he had already grown up, he was even a few centimeters taller than him. But...

'HELP!', Sanemi was alerted, seeing how his brother was being sucked into the ground, damn it, he had only neglected him for a few seconds.

He located the demon, laughed and killed him, then took his brother out and carried him loaded to his farm, where he claimed him.

'WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!', Sanemi lowered her voice, seeing how his brother curled up and trembled, he was scaring him...

Sanemi sighed, sat down next to him and patted his head. 'Let me check if you haven't been hurt, if I find any injuries I'll immediately send you to Kocho', Sanemi moved his fingers, there were no problems with his neck, nor with his ribs, nor with...

'Hey, stop moving!' 'I'm tryhihihing! Mhmhmhm!' 'That-? Ohhh~', Sanemi remembered, he had forgotten so many things, among them, that his brother was ticklish, and very

'Gyah- N-no! I'm okay hahay! Eeep! Nohohot thehehere!' 'Not here? How about here?' Sanemi quickly lowered himself to his hips, squeezing them and digging his fingers into his hipbones. 'WA- WAHAHAIT-!', Genya covered his mouth as he shook his head and squirmed, damn, why did he have to be so fucking ticklish?

'Come on, don't resist! Or is it that you want me to force you?' 'NO!' 'That you want? Okay! You asked for it,' Genya howled as his brother's fingers got under his uniform and started going up and down like spider legs, plus his brother's incredibly soft touch, it was as soft as a feather and he could never have stood tickles like that

'WAIT!! HOW?! KYAHAHAHAHAHA!! ANIKI!!! NO!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NOT THE SIHIHIDES!!!' 'Oh yes your sides! What's happening? Can't stand a little tickling? Wow, you really are very sensitive, how bad it must feel to be you', Genya kicked into the air and grabbed his brother's wrists, big mistake, Sanemi took both wrists and placed them on top of his brother's head, exposing him.

'You really want to die, huh? Well, here you have it!' 'FAHAHAHACK!!! ANIHIHIKI!!! NOHOHO THAHAHAT!!! RELEHEHEHASE MEE!!! SAHAHANEMIHIHIHI!!! STAHAHAHAP!!! OHOHH GOHOHODNESS!!!', he couldn't take it anymore, Genya cried, tears of happiness ran down his red cheeks, well really his whole face was red from embarrassment-

'You give up?' 'YEHEHEHES!!! ANYTHIHIHING!!!! BUHUHUT MEHEHERCY!!', Sanemi thought as he continued, on the one hand he could stop because his brother asked him to, but on the other hand, Oyakata - Sama had planned the surprise and wanted him to enjoy it, what could he do??

He chose the former, Genya's desperate pleas convinced him, and he ended his torment. Genya pulled away as fast and as far as he could, fighting to get rid of the sensations that kept tickling him.

'Cruel...' 'Did you say I'm cruel? That wasn't cruel, do you want me to teach you what it really is to be cruel?' 'NO! SORRY!', Sanemi laughed proudly, he had enjoyed his surprise too much

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #ler!sanemi #lee!genya

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Funniest way to handle the cold

(Kaeya & Albedo)

Summary: After a long period, Kaeya finally gets the chance to hang around in Dragonspine with Albedo. But you know, winter up in the mountains is biting cold, and short after Kaeya will end up regretting certain words he shouldn't have said.

A/N: it's my first genshin impact fic using other characters than me (Kaeri). pls don't judge<3 also, in this story you can see kaeya and albedo in both a platonic or romantic way, whichever you like! And yes, I legally took Kaeya's voiceline to make up this story cause it's pretty hilarious that cryo users still freeze in Dragonspine💀

A/N2: also i have this random headcanon that kaeya has ticklish ears. that would be extra cute i'm melting

Enjoy!

"Albedo! Haha, I'm here!"

Albedo smiled, his eyes lit up at the sight.

"Long time no see, right Kaeya?"

"Yeah, Knights of Favonius almost broke my back with all the work lately. But it's always good to take a break, especially with a friend"

Albedo's gaze softened even more.

"What about we head up to the lab? Even if today's sunny, I can sense that it's still really cold"

"Aw, what's wrong?" Kaeya joked "Can't handle the cold?"

Albedo rubbed his hands together, his breath freezing in the air as he spoke.

"It's not that I can't handle it, but-"

"But still you can't, here, take this" he handed him his coat, placing it on his shoulders.

"Hey, aren't you going to freeze?" Albedo gave him a mild-worried look.

"It's fine. It's not that cold for me"

"Geez, what is wrong with me?" Kaeya muttered, looking at his hands.

His knuckles were red, his skin rough and freezing cold.

"What's wrong? Can't handle the cold?" Albedo said from the other room, almost as if he was making fun of him.

Well, he was.

"Hah, very funny. I like this one" Kaeya chuckled, ironically. He was cold, indeed. His face was also red, especially around his nose, and his teeth chattered, too. Really evident, to be honest. He just...didn't want to be honest.

Albedo sighed. "But I don't like to see you like this, Kaeya. I'll make you something hot"

He immediately tried to stop him. "Albedo, I'm fine, there's no need"

"Oh, there is need" he leaned close to him, his hands going up to gently touch his face "Look at your skin, and your cheeks are freez-"

"eEP-"

Albedo looked at where his index fingers were. "Do your cheeks hurt? Right the-" he paused, taking a quick look at where his ring fingers were. Right on his ears. Then he saw on Kaeya's face the goofiest of his smiles. "Oh, well..."

Kaeya's face flushed, making his skin look a little colder than the cold itself already did.

"Albedo...please, we can work this out!" Kaeya said as he backed away until his back was againist the sofa. But the alchemist simply shook his head.

"That's a no-no, Kaeya. Since you were so proud of bearing the cold, why don't you try bearing this, too?"

Kaeya immediately threw his head back, biting his lower lip, as Albedo slowly wiggled his fingers over his ears, occasionay scribbling along his neck.

"A-Albehehedohoho!" Kaeya pushed his shoulder, with the single result of having Albedo almost straddling him to block him, and hooking a finger under his armpit.

"GahaHAHA- NOHOHO!" his laugh raised an octave or two as Albedo used a hand to scribble up and down his neck and the other to pinch at the side of his ribs.

"My my, seems you can't take a few tickles, huh? What a shame...I thought tickles were easier to handle than the bitter cold of Dragonspine..." he mocked him, grinning when he saw Kaeya's face getting even more red, the blush going up to color the tip of his ears.

"OH COHOHOME OHOHON!" he protested, making another vain attempt to push him away.

It was then that Albedo decided it was time for his big action.

"You know, Kaeya. Cold can often make your organs hurt, let me check quickly..."

He snuck a hand under Kaeya's shirt, poking and prodding at his tummy and sides.

"Hmm..." he kept up his own game, taking advantage of the situation to squeeze and knead his hipbone.

"ALBEHEHEDOHOHO!" Kaeya kicked his legs behind him, his hands going down to try to get Albedo's hand out of his shirt and stop the tickles.

Albedo shook his head again. "Not until you admit you're cold and let me get you something hot"

"B-BUHUHUT I WAHAHAS NOHOHOT COHOHOLD!"

"Well..." he sighed, temporary stopping the tickles. "I guess you have no choice but suit yourself..."

Kaeya's eyes widened. Oh no, he wouldn't have dared...

Unfortunately, Kaeya was wrong.

"AIIE! NAHAHAHA!" Kaeya squirmed even more, almost thorwing off Albedo from the couch, as the latter squeezed his thighs.

"ANYTHIHIHING BUT THEHEHERE! GAH! ALBEHEHEDOHO!" he jolted when Albedo squeezed a particular sensitive spot towards his inner thigh.

"You know what to do to make it stop" Albedo almost sing-songed.

"A-ALRIGHT, ALRIHIHIGHT! I'LL ADMIT IHIHIT!"

Albedo slowly stopped as he admitted the truth.

Kaeya panted, his eyes closing to focus on breathing.

"Now that you agreed to admit your mistakes, let me get you something hot, you promised" he smiled as he got up.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you, Albedo"

Albedo choked on a chuckle. "Better for you that you accepted, Kaeya. How is it possible that you've never really asked me to stop? Could it be..." he took a mug out of the drawer. "That you enjoy it?"

Kaeya's face could win againist a tomato.

"N-now, come on, before I'll change my mind again!" he covered his face with both his hands.

Albedo giggled. "Now Kaeya, what's wrong, can't handle the teasing?" he said smugly, earning another "Albedooo!" from Kaeya.

At least, now both of them knew one of the funniest way to handle the cold.

#kaeri writing #genshin impact tickle #lee!kaeya #ler!albedo #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact albedo #tk story #<3

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