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lyramundana · 5 months

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Ok so hear me out:

Yknow that one tiny crop top hannie wore which showed off the entirety of his slutty jaist and cute lil toned belly in a lalalala stage?

What is reader sees all the horny stays on twt describing just what filthy things they want to do to him? What if she shows them to lino too? What is they both get so painfully turned on and deliciously jealous by it that they decide to teach our quokka a lesson? How, you may ask? By fucking him absolutely brainless and marking every single bit of his gorgeous body, especially his waist and stomach (and lower ofc)

And, the lil cherry on top of the poly!minsung sundae, what if reader makes hanni take a picture to post on his bubble while she's pounding him with her big ass strap, and lino playing with his pretty nipples?

It'll be their dirty secret, they do have quite a possessive streak (poor hannie can't wear crops for a long time after that)

ohoho you dirty anon, i love your brain so much🤭👀

Me personally, if i was the girlfriend, i'll be proud of the chaos he unleashed and join the Stays's excitement, but the idea of marking him and reducing him to a pile of tears and begs sounds far too tempting.

You bet they won't leave a single trace of his skin clean. If there's not cum in it, there's a bruise, if not a bruise, a hickey, and the list goes on. They want to imprint themselves in Hannie's body, make an statement to the world that this beautiful angel is theirs and only theirs. And sweet boy is enjoying it so much, getting punished by both of his loves is his utmost fantasy. Having their greedy hands over him, playing with him, scratching him, slapping him, it makes his cock so hard it hurts. It hurts deliciously.

They can't help it, he looked so damn good and irresistible in that top, and he knew what he was doing. He wanted to push the buttons, delight in their hungry stares on him. He loved it. It thrilled him to no end. Meanwhile, Lino is too busy counting the time until the shooting ends to drag him to the nearest empty room and teach him a lesson. When the door is closed and there's only the two of them, it's on. The only thing preventing him from ripping the damn top off it's knowing that their sweet girl would want to see it first, so he just pulls it up and rips off the jeans instead, forces him on one of the make up tables and slams unto him with a fast pace, not even prepping him. He covers Jisung's mouth with his hand to mute his moans, while the others grips his waist. Minho bites his neck roughly and sucks on it until the familiar purple-redish bruise starts to appear. His handprints are all over Jisung's butt cheeks, still bouncing against his cock helpessly. Minho has to close his eyes and groan lowly when his orgasm hits, thousands of white spots filling his vision. He ruts into Jisung's hips to push his cum deeper, and then drops him like an used toy...without making cum.

"What's the matter, slut? You wanted to cum? Too bad you don't fucking deserve it. We'll see when we get home, wonder what Mommy has to say about this"

Once they arrive, it's obvious "Mommy" isn't happy about it. Not in the slighest. She spent the entire morning seeing Stay's feral reactions to that top, and her blood boils at the idea of so many people seeing and wanting what belongs to her. She sees Jisung's glossed eyes, his trembling lips, the bruises in his pretty skin. "Mommy, please, help me. It hurts so much. Daddy left me hanging li-"

She grabs his jaw and seethes on his lips.

"You should be grateful he actually put his dick inside you, you fucking whore. You really think you deserve anything after that stunt you pulled, letting the entire world see you like this?"

He stutters, eyes wide in fear and excitement. God, he loves this.

"B-but, I didn't want to! It was my job, the stylists said-" Minho scoffs.

"Bullshit, they told me you insisted on wearing that. Said you wanted to cause an impression on our fans.."

A dark, tense silence fills the room.

"So, not only you're showing off without our permission, but you have the nerve to lie to me?" she growls.

His eyes start to get teary again. "Mommy, I.."

Minho places a firm hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, love, it's not his fault. I think we might neglected him a bit, our poor baby. You know how much he hates not being the centre of attention all the time"

"Is that it, baby? Aw, i'm so sorry. Don't worry then, we'll make up for it"

And they do. By the end of it, he's tied on the bed, completely naked except for the top. Blindfolded and Minho thrusting his hips brutally while folds him in half by his legs. His pretty thights covered in teeth marks and bruises, same with this abdomen and cute waist. Minho whispering dirty things in his ear as the boy cries out and tries to free himself from the handcuffs. He lost count how many times he has cum, but he can feel the excess of his cum (or your and minho, he doesn't know at this point) tainting his face and lower body. She's holding a vibrator against his dick, her free hand holding the phone and recording everything.

"C'mon, Sungie, smile at the camera. Wasn't this what you wanted? Leave an impression on Stays? I'm sure they'll love this one"

Minho lets out a breathy chuckle, panting and groaning.

"Too bad they won't ever get to see this"

Jisung is a mess. His cheeks wet with his tears and reminiscence of both of his lovers' cum, drooling with his tongue out and gasping.

Such a pretty picture for Stays.

Tags: @channieandhisgoonsquad @moonlightndaydreams @2chopsticks2eyes @skzms @hyunsvngs @noellllslut @hanjibug @hanjisunglover @queenmea604 @thightswideforhanin @roseykat @minsungisvreal

#I don't know what the fuck came over me #this was supposed to be a short reply #anyway hope you enjoy!💖#poly minsung #minsung smut #minsung x reader #anon asks #lee know smut #han jisung smut #han jisung x lee know #minsung

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jeeaark · 3 months

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ohoho i am HERE for the greygold / emperor / lae’zel drama triangle, delicious conflict there

i am very curious what greygold’s thoughts on the *current* orpheus situation is, what with him being locked in gith baby jail for his powers / trying to oppose cringe queen vlaakith back in the olden days.

Ngl, Me and Greygold thought that yellow bubble was a sleepy-time bubble, not a chill-out-while-I-syphon-yo-powers bubble for a while.

Thought that anti-turn-into-a-mindflayer power was like. automatic. like an aura.

Thought it wasn't so bad for Orpheus to have a lil nap while we deal with Act 3....Figured it out at some point, but-!

Look, when Greyg's gotta see horror after horror after horror, Orpheus current situation could have been a lot worse! And Greygold got very good at 'Not paying attention' and 'Not thinking about it'.

That is why they have a quest journal. Obviously the tadpole is writing everything down. The only one paying attention. And thinking about it. Obviously.

#greygold #bg3 spoilers #Conflicted but Optimistic #big fan of anybody who vlaakith hates and vice versa so-#A SHAME THEY MADE SUCH A BAD FIRST IMPRESSION THOUGH PSSSHHHH #also. Love gith baby jail. Fantastic #I had 20 ways to answer this but hopefully this will do!#creche child's impression of orpheus really did get to Greygold's head #Also. Greygold is not good with children

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gummyfang · 6 months

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❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

idk who you want to write for, so I'll let you choose, but consider 👉🏻👈🏻 Boba? any of the clones? Mando? Paz? Jango?? 👀 if none of these float your boat, surprise me!!

sincerely, @imarvelatthestars

[ ohoho these are GOOD. if you don't mind, i've been looking for an excuse to write for Mando for the first time >:) he was quite the challenge so apologies if he's not in character ]

♡♡♡ | Din Djarin x Reader | Drabble | 1.4k words

tags: NSFW, minors do not interact, afab!reader, breastplay, reader has boobs and a bra, soft gentle Mando, some hints of inexperience, fingering (gloves stay on), helmet stays on. not proofread.

You felt yourself grow hot under Mando’s piercing gaze, the helmet doing little to obscure his admiration of your features. The Mandalorian stood perfectly still, his back and the back of his left shoulder leaned against the durasteel panels forming the belly of the Razor Crest. The only indications of his unwavering attention on your form were the occasional tilts of his helmet, so he could peer through the dark visor at a better angle.

Despite the abundance of nerves twisting your gut and electrifying the tip of each of your fingers, you were determined to make the night one that Din would remember- or rather, one that was worth remembering. Somehow you doubted sexual intercourse, of any kind, was an activity he partook in often.

To stabilize the shaking of your hands, you allowed your tingling fingertips to roam over your skin, accentuating the dips and curves of your torso tantalizingly. You could swear his gaze scorched your skin where you touched yourself, sighing a soft moan under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

It worked. You could hear Mando’s shallow sigh as he adjusted his weight so he could lean on his other shoulder, muscled thighs deliberately causing delicious friction between his legs.

His fingers were hooked beneath his belt as he leaned further back against the wall of the hull, his grip alternating between tightening and loosening as your hands ghosted over the swell of your breasts, still covered by the slightly unflattering sports bra. It was clear your actions were affecting him, the increasing shifting of his weight betraying more than he thought. Yet he made no efforts to move over to you, to touch you, have his way with you.

“What are you waiting for, Din? I’m getting cold over here.” you purr, a playful tone tugging at your words.

A low chuckle rumbled from the modulator built into his helmet. In response to your question, he pushed himself away from the wall, leather boots clicking against the metal flooring slowly as he sauntered his way over to you.

“I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.” came his response as he stopped right in front of you, arms remaining at his sides.

Although his voice was cool and unwavering, his words betrayed perhaps some inexperience, slight uncertainty. Still, you had no qualms with guiding him through it if it meant having him. You’d waited plenty of months for this moment to happen- and it seemed that at the first moment the child was being babysat elsewhere, it did.

Instead of giving him a verbal response, you reached out to gently grasp at his armored wrists, plucking them from his belt and placing them on top of your breasts. Immediately, Din cupped his hands, his thumbs ghosting over your nipples beneath the fabric. He was not going to make you say anything if you didn’t want to, your intentions were clear. Somehow, you felt that despite your attempts to hide it, Din was perfectly aware of your nerves.

Your confirmation of that thought came soon after.

His right hand moved up from your chest to trace over your neck, before settling on your cheek. He tipped his head forward until the cold beskar of his helmet came to rest against your forehead.

“I'll take good care of you, cyar’ika, I promise.” he rumbled, his thumb drawing tiny circles on your jaw. Your stomach fluttered.

Din took several more steps forward, his chest plate pressing against you, as he grabbed you by the shoulders and carefully lowered you onto his bed. It was cramped, even more so once the armored man climbed on top of you, but you couldn’t care less. This was probably still leagues better than any dingy motel room you could have gotten around here.

You quickly tried to perch yourself up as you tried to take off your bra, something Din gladly helped you with.

It surprised you how gentle Din was. Even as he went back to avert his focus back to your bare chest, his touches and squeezes remained light.

It strongly contrasted the sexual tension you’d both undoubtedly been aware of for the past few weeks. He seemed eager to keep you assured and comfortable- or perhaps even himself.

“Beautiful.” he breathed, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You were loud, unapologetically so. You thought his fingers might drive you crazy if he kept touching you like this.

“Din…” you moan softly, tucking your lip under your front teeth. You didn’t mind him taking it slow, or at least you wouldn’t, if it weren’t for the fact you were about to snap from how badly you wanted him to touch you down there.

For someone you assumed to have so little experience, Din seemed to read your wants and needs without a problem. Without asking you to clarify, his hands immediately started moving their way down your body, toying with the zipper of your trousers. Perhaps he was just particularly attuned to you, after spending so many months together.

The Mandalorian made quick work of your pants and underwear, discarding them to the floor behind him without a second glance.

He shifted his weight so that he was somewhat awkwardly leaning on his left arm, his gaze intensely fixated on your pussy. It was slightly embarrassing, the urge to cover your face only beaten by the desire to watch what he would do next.

You looked at the hand that was now resting on your naked thigh, still covered in fabric and beskar, and for a moment you wondered when he’d take them off. You didn’t get any more time to wonder, however, when he swept his thumb through your slit with a firmness that strongly contrasted his earlier touches.

You gasped, mewling loudly for Din to hear, your knees folding instinctively, Your body’s involuntary attempt to crawl away failed, however, thanks to the strong hand on your thigh keeping you in your place.

“Easy there.” he hushed you, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. “Just let me make you feel good.”

And you were more than eager to let him.

Din’s lithe touches might have lacked experience, but they were far from lacking in observative intent. It didn’t take him long to find your clit, gaged by your trembles and soft cries. His helmet tipped slightly to the right as you moaned for him, clearly enjoying the show you were giving him. He repeated his movements, pressing your clit between his index and middle finger, rubbing up and down deliciously firmly, yet so tantalizingly slow.

The sensation of the coarse fabric of his gloves only added to the blissful sensation, another twist of his fingers causing your eyes to roll back.

“That’s right, cyar’ika…” the Mandalorian encouraged your reactions with a hushed tone. His fingers had started to move down to your opening, index finger teasing at the entrance.

However, before he could insert his deliciously thick digits, his palm accidentally pressed against your sensitive nub roughly. With his previous touches and the months of this desire for Din to make you cum, you couldn’t hold back anymore. The orgasm rocked through your body with a loud cry, followed by a silence only filled with your soft panting.

Din blinked behind his visor, shoulders drawn back as he just stared at you, slightly perplexed.

“You came so fast, I barely even touched you.”

A loud sigh vented between your lips, the teasing nature of his comment not going unnoticed.

“You drive me insane.” was your only response as you tried to recompose yourself. Din, however, wasn’t done with you. You could feel his fingers prod around your entrance again. He was obviously desperate to be inside you in any way.

Before he could plunge his digits inside, you grabbed his wrist, causing him to lift his helmet and look you in the eyes again.

“C’mon…” you smirked, grabbing him by his shoulder plate and dragging him back on top of you.

“There’s something of yours I want inside me much more than your fingers.”

Taglist ♡

@jellydodger @tulipsbymybed

#star wars #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

some staff members taking care of a sick reader. (platonic)

characters : dire crowley, divus crewel, sam

dire crowley

“headmaster, are you sure you’re fit for this? because this place has plenty of nurses that are.”

your comment made crowley gasp and stop what he was doing. before he had the chance to start running around bawling, you had to backtrack.

“i mean— i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to call you incompetent or anything! it’s just that i, uh… don’t wanna inconvenience you? yeah! y’know, since you’re so busy all the time..” you sputtered, offering him an awkward grin.

crowley held a hand up to his heart, tearing up. “oh! how kind of you, child! it seems my benevolence has rubbed off on you! but not to worry! why, i have plenty of time to finish my work later!” he sniffled.

you immediately relaxed. thank god he bought it! but man, are you gonna make it out alive in his care? is it too late to call someone a bit more reliable?

“i will nurse you back to perfect health! ohoho, how incredibly kind of me~!” he laughs as he skipped away to god knows where.

he’s outraged at the assumption that he doesn’t know how to care for sick people! taking care of you can’t be that hard! he can cook you a hearty meal, and… and read you a bed time story! that’ll make you better! hell, maybe he can even sing you a lullaby! he’s pretty sure he’s got a bandaid or two too if you need them!

—yeah, no, he’s not the most ideal person for the job. the most helpful things he could do is fetch you your medicine and refill your glass of water when it’s empty. and cheer you up, you suppose. he’s very entertaining despite not meaning to be.

you flinch as the door suddenly slams open. standing there in the doorway is crowley with a bowl in hand with a goofy smile on his face.

“please excuse the wait! now here, i’ve made you some soup! i taste tested it, and it’s delicious, if i do say so myself!” he smiles proudly, not at all hiding his haughtiness.

looking at the meal, it actually did look quite good. smelled really good too! you frowned, feeling a bit guilty. maybe you were a bit too harsh, thinking he was totally incapable…

“now, enough of my chatter! open wide, here comes the airplane!” crowley cooed as he started waving a spoonful of the soup towards your mouth.

“i’m not a child, headmaster!” you complained, yet still opened your mouth as the spoon came closer. you drank the soup— and immediately recoiled at the taste. “it’s repulsive!”

divus crewel

“good grief.. i told you not to go out in the rain with those other pups!” crewel hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “look where you are now!”

though the scolding was a bit harsh, he was right. you were sitting in bed with a runny nose, itchy red eyes, and a high fever. while running around and playing in the rain with your friends was fun, it was definitely not worth this.

“honestly, just what am i going to do with you?” crewel looked at you with a softer expression. you sit in silence as he sighs, unboxing the medicine he brought for you.

he’s strict, even while you’re sick. he watches you like a hawk for most of the day, cooks you only the healthiest of meals, doesn’t let you leave your bed unless you absolutely need to, and keeps track of how much time is left until you need to take your medicine down to the second. he’s aware he’s being a bit overbearing, but he just wants to see you better as soon as possible.

“hey, now that i think about it, classes are still in session right now. are alchemy classes cancelled today since you aren’t there?”

crewel scoffs. “of course not. i wouldn’t just give everyone a free day off. but i also don’t trust a single pup using chemicals unsupervised, so i have the headmaster substituting for me.” he said. you quirked an eyebrow and he returned the look.

“you seriously trust the headmaster enough to let him look after a class full of rambunctious, clumsy— and sorry for saying this, but sometimes downright dumb students? who are all handling dangerous chemicals?”

you could see concern growing on crewel’s face as he considered the chaos that could be happening right now in his classroom.

“... perhaps i should check up on them.”

sam

“knock knock, little imp! i heard from my friends from the other side that you’re sick. is that true?” sam asked as he entered your room.

you weakly turned over to look at him and nodded. “it sure is.”

“no worries, i’m here to help ‘ya! just tell me whatcha need and you got it! i’m only here for half an hour though. i’m sorry, kid.” he frowned. “i gotta get back to my shop, but you can always call me!”

sam, while he hates to leave you alone sick, still has to manage his shop. he’s not too concerned though, he knows you’re plenty capable of caring for yourself! but every few hours, he’ll come back to check up on you. each time does, he brings you food/snacks and sometimes a weird (but ultimately cool) knick-knack to come with it. just a little something to brighten your mood!

you perk up at the sound of knocking.

“hey hey~! guess who’s back?” sam whistled. “i brought you some dinner. and your favorite drink! and this little clay statue. ain’t he neat?”

you nodded, thanking him as he put the stuff down beside you. the statue caught your eye, so you picked it up and played around with it. it looked oddly familiar.

“hey wait! i swear i’ve seen this thing sitting on your desk for the past few months..” you flip it around in your hands, analyzing it.

“yeah, it’s been a favorite of mine. there’s actually a funny story behind it if you’re interested in hearin’ it.” sam said, leaning against your bed’s headboard. you looked up at him with interest clear in your eyes.

“ooh, tell me!”

“heh, alright!” sam laughed, ruffling your hair. “so a couple years ago…”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #dire crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #twst sam x reader #gn reader

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lolitafushiguro · 11 months

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Force Feeding Zhongli Seafood (Zhongli x Reader ft. Venti)

Lolita's note: yes i know, the title is quite misleading but bare with me because i'm having a manic episode and the form of art i chose to abuse tonight is writing.

"Today's lunch is... creamy garlic shrimp pasta!" You beamed at the two guests you have sitting in your dining room. Suddenly the loud voices that you heard from the kitchen halted. You saw Venti look at you with a mix of surprise and disbelief as he holds back a laughter while he glances at Zhongli - who is quite flabbergasted at your choice of dish as well.

Quite isn't the right word honestly. He is about to break into cold sweat and grimace at the food right in front of him. But he does his best to keep his cool and smile at you.

"Ohoho~ Somebody is about to get hit in the jugular." Venti snickers, as he looks at you expectantly.

The thing is you already know Zhongli despises seafood. But you wanted to try something out today. You want to find out what he's like in the face of something he doesn't love. You prepared yourself for an argument, him lecturing you - anything. You're so used to him being so doting on you that you can practically order him to bend the laws of nature and he would do so without a second thought.

"My love... what is this?" He asked, a blank expression in his eyes. You can't tell if he's making sure he sees it right or he's questioning you.

"Garlic shrimp pasta, your favorite!" You repeat again, and Venti almost choked on the cocktail he's drinking.

"Hahaha! There it goes. What do you say, old friend? Are you ready to take the challenge?" Venti elbows Zhongli's arm and winks at him, and his brow twitches as he shoots a glare back at the Anemo Archon.

"Shut it, Barbatos." He snaps at him, clearly growing unamused by the minute. He looks back at you and smiles flatly,

"Dear, you know I have made you aware that I do not eat seafood?"

You feign innocence and you shrug, and Venti covers his mouth, holding back his laughter (to which he obviously fails, and that irritates Zhongli even more).

You don't know if you should laugh or keep it together, because Venti's presence makes this even more trivial than you intended it to be.

You set down the dish and watch them help themselves to a portion of the food. Venti immediately digs in and takes a huge sip of his cocktail.

"Fwah! That hits the spot. You know, this is going to be my new favorite. I bet this would go well with apple pie." Venti almost mockingly voices his appreciation, as if to get a reaction from the former Geo Archon.

You smile at them both, and you waited for Zhongli to take his first bite. You notice how Zhongli keeps the shrimps at the side of his plate and only eats the pasta. He thinks he's getting away with it until you ask him,

"Are you not gonna eat the shrimps?" Part of you just wants to stop this whole thing already, but you were determined to get to the end of this. You wanted to see him eat the shrimps, at least this once in your feeble mortal life.

"Yeah, they are so juicy and delicious, right?" Venti agrees, again, holding back a smile. And you both shared a look.

"I... this is delicious, yes, but, I do not eat seafood." Zhongli finally replies, smiling apologetically - as if he's begging you to let this go.

You smile and you walk over to sit beside him. You take a spoon and begin crushing the shrimps so that it would be at least bearable for him.

"Here, say 'Ahh'." You motion at him, and Venti finally goes from having a fit of giggles to having a full blown laughter.

"'Say Ahh'." He mimics you, and looks at Zhongli, who's slightly avoiding the spoon that your holding.

"I can't believe you're doing this. I mean, look at him, he practically has his mouth shut tight at this point and he looks like a spoiled kid who doesn't want his shrimpies." Venti laughs and finishes his drink, grabbing another portion of the shrimp pasta.

"It is not shrimpies...!" Zhongli almost whines, a scowl now evident on his face, and you and Venti both pause.

Zhongli has a visible pout in his face.

Indeed, it is a sight you should put in a picture frame.

But in a matter of seconds, the former archon redeems himself, clearing his throat.

"What are you trying to get out of me, you two?" He sighs as he gives in, opening his mouth to eat the spoonful of crushed shrimp.

Venti shrugs and tilts his head towards you.

"Dunno, ask them. I'm just following their lead." And at that, you raised a brow, and he laughs.

"I believe I expect a reason for this." Zhongli wipes his lips with a napkin and drinks from the glass of wine. He groaned at the aftertaste. Well, it certainly didn't cleanse his palate as he expected.

"Zhongli, I'm sorry I just-" He was about to give you an earful when Venti chimed in.

"You two are a straaange couple, indeed." Venti smiled. Zhongli closed his eyes, his breath hitching as he did his best not to lash out at Venti.

He heaves an exasperated sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"See, that's what you get for being too doting. They probably did this to piss you off." Venti comments.

Before the silence gets too awkward, Venti takes his leave.

"Welp, I'm outta here. Thanks for the lunch! I enjoyed it very much~" Venti waves at the both of you. You mouthed a 'sorry' and smiled at him as he left. When Zhongli wasn't looking, he waved his index finger, silently telling you how much you pissed him off.

"Sorry, this won't happen again, I promise." You placed your hand on top of his and Zhongli begins to lecture you again about how he used to battle enemies at the sea and how seafood reminds him of all the bloodshed it caused.

He said your name firmly, "I love and respect you. You know that. We've talked a lot about our likes and dislikes, and we confide to each other. So, please, don't do this again." Zhongli looks at you.

"I'm sorry."

He kisses your cheek and smiles at you.

"Apology accepted."

Later in the evening, as if the mischievousness of Venti possessed you,

"Hey." You began to tiptoe behind Zhongli while he was getting ready for bed.

"How was the shrimp?" You snickered. He sighs.

"What was it again? Shrimpies?" You tease again.

"Oh, my love, whatever shall I do with you... it seems that the fickleness of a certain visitor has stayed with you today." He turns to you, and he suddenly holds you close.

Before you could protest, you're trapped in his grip and he peppers kisses on your face.

"You made a strange choice today, my love. What do you think we should do about it?" He lays you down on the bed and starts acting more suggestively, his kisses growing more... irresistible.

"W-wait-"

— Lolita

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vindoesanything · 3 days

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𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊'𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎!

Word count: 825 Furina x Reader

[Upon your arrival to the tall administrative building of Fontaine, Palais Mermonia, you slowly climb up the stairs to her office, finally being able to hang out with Furina after a long day of adventuring. Hopefully, she isn't too busy today... Once you enter the office where Furina resides, you find her on a plush sofa enjoying a delectable and sweet macaron from the assortment of confectionaries on the coffee table before her. While her lovely summoned entourage keeps her company.]

Furina: Mhmm~ This macaron tastes better than yesterday's! Ohoho!~

Y/N: Hey Furina! How is it going?

[Your soft voice caught her attention as she snapped her head in your direction, with a gentle blush hugging her cheeks.]

Furina: Y-Y/N?!

[This should not be a surprise to Furina - considering the fact that you usually pop out of nowhere when you feel like it - but she still feels a little shocked to have you visit her so casually. Even though she is THE "Hyrdo Archon", it doesn't seem to bother you in any shape or form.]

Furina: [clears throat] Y/N! What a surprise for you to visit! Have you come to bask in my presence once again?

Y/N: Indeed I do, Mademoiselle Furina.

["Mademoiselle?" That word alone made her flustered to bits as she turned away to hide her embarrassed and now prominent crimson red cheeks.]

Furina: (Hoo… This is so embarrassing… Are my cheeks red? Oh no… Wait… No! Keep yourself together, Furina! You are the “Hydro Archon” for crying out loud! Show them what you're made of! You can do this! I can do this!!!)

[After mumbling to herself for a moment, she clears her throat once again before she turns back to you with a playful smirk, hoping to get back at you for making her feel butterflies in her stomach.]

Furina: Oho?~ As much as I love to enjoy a cup of tea with you, I have some important business to attend to at this very moment. Very important! One cannot possibly understand the sheer importance of this very "business."

[What she means by "important business" is her lounging on the sofa with the rest of her delicious confectioneries. Once she tells you the so-called "news," she puffs her chest confidently with her arms crossed in front of her, feeling very smug about her lie as she looks at you with a prominent smirk tugging on her lips.]

Y/N: Wait... Really?

Furina: Mhm! However, since you are a very close friend of mine, maybe I can clear my schedu-

Y/N: No worries! I can visit you another time.

Furina: ...H-Huh?

[That was... That was unexpected. Her proud and smug demeanor immediately drops, leaving a dumbfounded and stunned girl with no clue how to continue.]

Furina: N-Now hold on a minute...

Y/N: Do not worry, Furina! I understand you are a very busy lady. So I will leave you to your meeting.

Furina: H-Hold on a minute, I said!

[Immediately after you clutch the door handle, her body tenses up at the sudden realization of your departure, which suddenly drives her primal instincts to stop you. She quickly hops off the sofa and dashes forward in your direction, almost tripping over herself in the process.]

Furina: Y-Y/N! Let me finish!

[The sound of her annoyed groan was pretty cute as she spun you around before slamming her hands on the door behind you, an attempted “Kabedon” on full display. Unfortunately for her, she is a few inches shorter than you to be somewhat intimidating. Even her face SCREAMS adorable.]

Y/N: ...Cute.

Furina: [blushes] S-SHUDDUP! You...

[A sharp huff leaves her lips before her eyes search for yours with an intense glare, expecting you to be at least uncomfortable or flustered by her proximity.]

Furina: Now that I finally have your attention...

[She clears her throat once again before her hands begin to pull away from the door, letting her proximity linger a little longer, then brushing any dirt off her gloves and straightening herself up to look proper in front of you. Once she is ready, she slowly puts a hand to her chest, making her appear more prideful and confident, and finally declares in a theatrical manner.]

Furina: As I said before, regardless of my “busy” schedule, I have planned to clear my schedule for the whole week. Do you want to know why~?

Y/N: Why?

Furina: [sighs] Because I want to spend time with you! My goodness…

[You know what you were doing. You intentionally play dumb to have her admit her feelings and desires, cracking through that flamboyant facade to see Furina's true self. It is a captivating and fruitful sight to behold, seeing the "Hydro Archon" blush before your very eyes.]

Y/N: Oh well, in that case, I am happy to keep you company on this fine afternoon... Mademoiselle Furina~

Furina: [blushes] W-WOULD STOP CALLING ME THAT!? I-It's not like I enjoy you calling me that... Hehe...

(a/n: It's me again, I was in a deep and wide hole for a while. It was fun while it lasted... But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this blog I cooked up! Cuz I had fun imagining this scenario in my head as I continued writing. (I seriously need to stop putting too much detail into my writing... this was meant to be a mini scenario but my mind said "Nah" and here we are... smh) Anyways, this is Vin, signing out. ;) )

#genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin furina #furina genshin #genshin impact furina #furina x reader #furina x y/n #x reader #x y/n #delulu #funny

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yiga-hellhole · 8 months

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Aye aye hello there. Thoughts on uhhhhh ghirademi?

ohoho. so given the events in my fic ghirademi isnt necessarily a ship i enjoy to the same degree as i do, say, the ones i draw all fluffy and silly, but. *inhales*

THE SCENE WHERE DEMISE RIPS THE SWORD OUT FROM GHIRAHIM'S CHEST WAS SINGLEHANDEDLY THE MOST HOMOEROTIC THING I'VE EVER SEEN AND WAS ONE OF THE MAIN INSPOS OF TFTK!!!

ahem. yes unfortunately not a bingo but i cannot deny the immense devotion ghira has for demise. the thing that strikes me as unfortunate with them (in a thematically delicious way) is that i think much of it is one-sided. the way ghirahim lives for demise i simply don't see being reciprocated. most i'd see coming from Demise's side is a bit of a weakspot for his little sword freak who loves him so deeply. maybe occasionally he'll throw him a bone to indulging him in his affections, but that is about it, i think.

really there's something tragic about it because for their dynamic i mostly see demise, certainly, enabling the worst in him and encouraging him and giving him the freedom to be the way that he is, but at the end of the day seeing him as a tool as a means to an end that he mostly allows to fawn over him because it's a good way to keep him loyal and also there's something amusing about it to him.

i enjoy it, i enjoy art for them, but i feel a little bad for ghirahim in the ship because he isn't being loved the way he doesn't exactly wishes he was (let's be real, he's happy with anything as long as it's demise), but the way I THINK he deserves to be. which is to say, bloodily and horribly. so i don't think about it all Tooooooo long or i get SAD

#madman's rambling #asked and answered #avidcollectorofdust

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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Jealous Ambessa🙏

Ohoho! ...again maid!Reader for this sue me

"Y/n, do you know why I asked you here?" You flinched at her sharp voice, stiff under her unyielding gaze. She's angry. You didn't know why Ambessa called you to the throne room in the middle of the night, nor had you expected to find her sitting on her throne like this.

Yet here you were, shivering in your nightgown and blanket, staring up at your Lady...in awe.

A single red cloak lined with black fur sat over her shoulders. It fell across her arms and sides in just the perfect way–giving you a mere taste of her war torn body. Down the middle of her chest her delicious abs were exposed, and the curve of her hips, and–

"Did I not ask you a question?" Ah!

"Y-yes! Um, no my Lady, I don't..." That didn't seem to be the right answer, and you inwardly shrunk as Ambessa's eyes narrowed. She frowned, regarding you for a moment before casually speaking.

"On your knees darling, it seems I haven't taught you well enough." Though the words struck panic into your heart, they also struck excitement as well. Your knees hit the floor near instantaneously, and Ambessa placed her hand over her mouth to hide her crooked smile.

"My...so eager now, are we?" Purposefully, the warlord shifted on her throne, exposing the gap between her thighs more clearly to you. You licked her lips, and she softly laughed at the reaction, voice a sneering drawl.

"Like a dog in heat..." She curled her fingers, gesturing for you to come. You knew better than to rise, crawling on all fours over the steps of the throne. All the while Ambessa gazed down at you, turned on by how willing you were to be so pathetic for her.

Once you stopped before her, she nudged your chin with her foot, forcing you to look up at her. Your face was flushed, skin tingling all over from the degrading stare she offered you. Ambessa took a second simply to examine you, taking in your eager gaze and slightly parted lips before speaking.

"You were awfully excited to serve that ambassador today." You blinked, confused. However, you somewhat understood the situation as she continued.

"Would she be able to command you like this? Bring you so easily to your knees?" Ambessa frowned, eyes sparking with rage as if she were imagining some scenario where you did become involved with the ambassador.

"She looks too kind to give you what you really need." Is she...? You paused, looking up into your warlord's furrowed eyebrows and stormy gaze.

Is my Lady...jealous?

"L-lady–" The snap of her gray irises made you quickly shut your mouth. Ambessa focused back to the situation at hand, tugging on the front laces of your nightgown with her foot.

"Darling...take this off. I have no need for it." You knew that despite her calm, soothing voice, your warlord was just on the cusp of boiling anger. Immediately you complied, shivering as your skin was exposed to the cool air.

Ambessa chuckled as she glanced between your legs, seeing you were already wet from her attitude alone. "You're making a mess already? ...You want me to help, don't you?"

Immediately you nodded, eager to show Ambessa that she was the only one you loved. She smiled kindly. Warmly. For a moment, you thought she'd gather you into her arms and accept every ounce of devotion you had.

However, you should have known things were never that easy when it came to her.

Ambessa slightly lifted her leg towards you, head tilted. You blinked, staring up at her before realizing what she meant. Does she want me to–!?

"Then go on, show me how much you need me." Her eyes narrowed and her jaw locked, knuckles tightening on the arms of her throne. You froze, coming to the cold realization that Ambessa was much more pissed than she let on.

She...really got jealous, didn't she?

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"My lady...my lady please..." You muttered against her knee, lips moving to gingerly kiss her skin. You rubbed your throbbing heat across the length of her leg, making it slick with your desire. Her goading stare was just so good, and the way she darkly chuckled at your shameless rocking only served to turn you on. However, you were still needy for more than the feeble friction you managed to make, looking up into your ruler's cold gaze.

"Lady, I need more, please. Please, a little–!" She looked rather amused by your desperate humping, watching as you wrapped your meager arms around her calf to push the base of her leg flush against your gushing slits. Ambessa raised an eyebrow at your pleas, teasing you by lifting her leg up to meet you frantic pulling. You moaned out at the added pressure, cheeks flushed in ectasy.

"Sweet thing..." Ambessa muttered under her breath, watching you groan. To see you reduced to nothing more than a needy little doll at the foot of her throne, worshipping the small part of her body Ambessa allowed you to touch turned the warlord on greatly. She could hardly contain herself from grabbing you, shoving your face into her throne, and fucking your dripping hole until you were begging to be released. However, Ambessa restrained herself, knowing that would come later.

For now, she thought to herself, her little pet was enjoying herself a bit too much.

"At this rate, you really will cum from my leg alone, hm?" She said the words as if it was something to be ashamed of, but Ambessa knew she'd melt if you did. She beckoned you to climb up into her lap, smile deceptively sweet. "Come...or do you not want it to be from my hand instead?"

You obeyed immediately, removing your puffy lips from her leg with a clear line of arousal. However, when you expected her to make you straddle her waist, she laid you across her thighs so that your ass was facing her. You swallowed, confused for a moment before she delicately caressed one of your cheeks.

"Do you know what it is to sit on the throne, darling?" The tension in the air made your spine tingle in fear. You couldn't tell where she was going, shaking your head inaudibly.

That was the wrong answer.

A harsh slap made you cry out, gasping as stinging heat flared up in your backside. You gripped Ambessa's thighs in pain, nails digging into her muscles as she hummed.

"You have to answer me when I speak to you, doll. Loudly..." You yelped, tears brewing in the back of your eyes as another harsh smack came down onto the same cheek, "and clearly. Now...do you know?"

"N-no my lady..." You whimpered out the answer as audibly as you could. She rewarded you with a soothing rub against your tender skin, humming kindly.

"It means many things. But the most obvious is often forgotten. The practical part. That sitting here, I can see everything that happens in this room." She spoke calmly despite the strength of her previous spanks, and the disparity between the two actions was frightening.

It made you unnecessarily anxious, flinching every time she lifted her hand from your ass while she spoke. You would hold your breath, bracing for pain only to have her bring her hand back down as a soft pat. The action still had you jolting in surprise...and blushing in embarrassment as she softly chuckled, cooing over your adorable fear.

Regardless of her teasing, soon your panic was completely justified.

"So...my darling little maid...what do you think I saw today?" What indeed...wait–

She saw the ambassador try and kiss me, didn't she?

"My–my lady I didn't let her–ah!" You choked as her palm audibly smacked against your unharmed cheek, tears welling up in your eyes. You could hardly breath from the pain, crying when as she didn't stop to let you rest this time. Another smack had your body rattling against her thighs, and as you wiggled to escape she simply held you down, voice growing more hoarse as she spoke.

"Didn't what? Didn't let her shove her tongue down your throat? Let her taste what's mine? Do you take me for a fool?" Frantically you shook your head, forgetting her rule to speak. She quickly reminded you, and you cried out as tears dripped from your eyes, feeling her large, rough palm painfully slap your aching skin harder. She gripped a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back to growl in your ear.

"Speak." You knew this was the only chance she'd give you, so you did, mustering up your voice in an sniveling confession.

"E-ever since she came to Noxus, she has tried to...to g-gain my attention, Lady. I didn't bring it up since I am but a maid, and she is an important guest! I didn't want to burden you, and I-I thought she would grow bored if I didn't do anything!" You sobbed as Ambessa let go, burying your face in her thigh as you finally admitted to the hell you'd been through this last week. You were so overwhelmed with emotions you didn't notice the muscle under you freeze, continuing on.

"B–but today, during the ball she drank, and then she tried to kiss me. I-I swear I didn't want to, nor did I allow it, Lady! I pushed her away before she could, but from this angle...it may have looked like she did..." You sniffled, looking at your Lady's face with big, glistening eyes.

"Please believe me, I would not do such a thing. I only have you, Lady. I promise. I would never kiss another person, I wouldn't. Please trust my word..." You mumbled out your pleas as she looked down at you, tentatively placing your hand over her abs.

You craned your neck back so that your face was just below her own, begging desperately. It reminded Ambessa of a kitten pawing at a closed door, and for a moment your ruler dumbly watched you mumble, constant pleading like music to her ears.

Then, Ambessa processed what you actually said.

"...Perhaps this is enough for war..." You blinked in confusion, and at your puzzled stare Ambessa only smiled, reaching down to softly kiss your temple.

"Poor baby...you went through a lot, didn't you?" She gently whispered, gathering you up into her palms. Now she really did let you straddle her, fingers moving to delicately part your folds and coax out a delicious moan from you.

"You want me to make it all better?" You nodded with a sniffle, weak sounds of pleasure slipping past your lips as Ambessa dipped her fingers into the familiar shape of you. She moved with precision, skillfully making your legs wobbled and body shudder. Hands on her wide shoulders, your held onto her to keep steady, looking down into her loving, carnal gaze as she observed what her touch could do to you.

"Good girl, just like that–let me hear how much you love this." You did, lips parting and cheeks a dark red as you moaned. Your eyes glazed over, grinding down on her thick fingers as she in turn pushed into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Ambessa's eyes kept themselves trained on you, enraptured by your look of pure ectasy as you came all over her hand.

She removed her messy fingers, hovering them in front of you. Obediently you sucked your taste off of them, cleaning her fingers before she cupped your cheek in the palm of her hand, eyes dark as she muttered.

"I promise you darling...I'll make sure she regrets laying a hand on you. Either that..." You shivered as Ambessa's voice hardened and her lips twisted into a sneer, eyes distant as if she was already planning the ambassador's demise.

"Or her country will."

#ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda #arcane ambessa #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon

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ballsalsda · 3 months

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i said my art was gonna be yummy and ohoho look at how delicious it turned out

#homestuck #hs #art #fanart #tavros #hs tavros #homestuck tavros #tavros nitram #tavvy my beloved #tavros <333 #homestuck art #homestuck fanart #tavros fanart #tavros for 2024 #tavros homestuck #tavros hs

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tf2-oneshots · 10 months

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Heavy and Medic experience the magical power of WEED. They also get drunk. So, in other words, Get high, do gay sex. Take that however you want.

Holy fuck…weed yaoi

Warnings: alcohol, weed

Rating: teen and up

Sniper takes out a small batch of brownies from the oven, sliding the metal tray onto the stove. Oven mittens removed, he uses one to fan them. While they cool, he leans against the counter to wait. The batch isn’t a normal one. These are pot brownies, and he’ll be damned if someone steals from him.

Elbows on the counter, the bushman miscalculates and accidentally hits the hot tray. He hisses, yanking the arm away from it. Sniper looks at the spot where a nasty burn forms. He runs it under cold water in the sink, but it remains.

“Piss…” A glance to the brownies. He can sneak off just for a few minutes, right? They’re still too hot for anyone to eat. He’ll pop into Medic’s office, get fixed up, and come right back. Simple as that.

Huffing, Sniper leaves the kitchen in search of the German doctor. Right as he passes through the left doorway, Medic enters with Heavy from the right. The sweet smell of brownies wafting through the air vents made it all the way to the common room they were just sitting in.

“Ohoho! They look delicious.” Medic takes a whiff, grinning at the delectable brownies just laying out in the kitchen. Pyro must have made the batch. On occasion, they leave cupcakes or cookies by the stove for the team to enjoy.

Heavy takes out a knife, carefully cutting the tray into even squares. On a plate, he gives himself a corner piece and Medic a center piece. The doctor also grabs them a few beers from their fridge, and the two retreat to Heavy’s bedroom. As they sink their teeth into the thick chocolate, the two are blissfully unaware of the side effects yet to come.

Half an hour later, everything kicks in.

“Misha…this isn’t my room.” Spread eagle on the bedroom floor, Medic stares wide eyed at the ceiling. He blinks, brain fuzzy from alcohol and marijuana. The older man sits upright, frantically turning his head left and right. Where are his birds? The skeleton display he keeps by the door? His blanket—where’s that damn blanket he bought while fleeing Germany?!

“Is…my room.” Comes the answer from the bed. Medic gasps, climbing up to see Heavy barely keeping his eyes open. The giant groans from the shift. Where the hell is his voice? It feels like his tongue was replaced with a brick.

Medic grips the bed, practically clinging to the frame for dear life. He presses tightly to the sheets, heart racing. Is this a heart attack? Dear god, it is! Why is he having a heart attack? Is he going to die?

“Misha, Misha! I’m floating!” Despite the claim, Medic remains firmly on the ground. He then attempts to shove himself under the bed to keep himself from becoming airborne. While these antics occur, Heavy begins laughing.

“Doktor…Doktor is on ground!” A wheeze. When has he ever wheezed? Heavy laughs harder as Medic scrambles for purchase, fighting whatever force has him convinced that he’s floating away. It actually sounds pretty nice when Heavy thinks about it. Just drifting aimlessly through the clouds…

“Don’t laugh! I can’t feel my legs!” Where are they?! Medic looks under the bed, yanking a pant leg to confirm that his legs are in fact attached to himself. Something is trying to take his legs, isn’t it? Before he can kick at the air, the Russian drags the doctor out from under the bed and into his arms.

“Hm….Heavy keep Doktor safe.” Its like being cuddled by a bear. A really, really high bear that’s also a little drunk. Heavy reaches for his half empty beer, enjoying the warmth it sends through his body. Beer is so nice. Why can’t it taste this way all the time?

“Are we having sex?” He feels like jelly, or maybe a pudding of sorts. Medic clings to his lover to make sure that he isn’t actually turning to pudding. Maybe this is just a really slow, fully clothed version of sex. Feels nice. That is, until the door opens.

“Knew it. Damnit, you two ate weed brownies.” Medic flounders, fighting to cover himself despite being fully dressed. Heavy laughs loudly, accidentally rolling off the bed and crushing Medic. The loud scream from his smaller lover is cut off by his massive chest muffling the man.

“You’ll be fine by tomorrow. Drink some bloody water and stay the hell away from my edibles.” The door slams shut as Sniper marches away. He returns to the kitchen only to see two more squares taken out from the tray. Wankers.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #red oktoberfest #heavymedic #weed mention #alcohol mention

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trashyswitch · 8 months

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 18: A Long-Awaited Tickle Attack

Luigi finally gets the tickle attack he has been begging to get, for years now. And Mario feels more than comfortable with destroying his brother with tickles from the new claws he had bought earlier that day.

Chapter 17

Voila~! The long-awaited second part is here! And I hope it's worth the wait!

Edit as of September 13/23: Fanfic has been edited due to constructive criticism from readers. Thank you for your patience.

The evil red being he called his brother…who was wearing black claws on his fingers…began tracing his little claws down Luigi’s ribs and sides. “And now…accept your fate as the tickle monster’s delicious dinner~” Mario said evilly.

Luigi gasped and shuddered as he felt the cold, metal claws flutter on his sides and ribs. Ohoho gohod- how was Mario DOING THIS!? And WHY was Mario doing this?! Luigi quickly tried to hold his laughter in. If Mario thinks he can break me just like that, then he’s messed with the wrong lee.

“Oooohohooo, trying to hold out on me?” Mario asked. “Well silly little fact…but the tickle monster feeds on laughter. So if you’re not going to let me sip up some of that delicious laughter…” Mario moved his fingers towards his stomach. “...then I’m just gonna have to tickle it out of you~.” Mario whispered into his ear.

HOOOLY- UUMMMM…ILLEGAL! THIS IS ILLEGAL! SO ILLEGAL, IT SHOULD BE BANNED! MARIO IS A CRIMINAL! ARREST THIS MAN FOR BEING WAY TOO GOOD AT THIS!

Luigi was whimpering and whining as he struggled to hold his breath. But the evil monster was GOING FOR THE KILL! He could FEEL IT! LITERALLY, AND METAPHORICALLY! Luigi quickly covered his mouth, giving up a single line of defense to keep resisting.

“So what’s your choice, ticklish one? Accept your fate as my meal and laugh your days away?” Mario asked softly. “Or resist my advances until you ultimately explode?” Mario asked next. “Choose wisely, victim.” Mario whispered. “Because you are going to show me every ounce of your laughter no matter what choice you make.” Mario teased next.

Luigi shook his head as he felt his stupid cheeks brightening themselves like a brightening light. Luigi’s cheeks could easily light up a dark room with how bright and red they were. Every little poke and touch from those claws were killing him one by one. And there were 10 of those dreaded claws on his belly right now! And they were getting closer and closer to his absolute worst spot…The belly button.

“I’m getting cloooserrr…to popping this little balloooon~” Mario teased, circling his claw around the outside of his brother’s belly button.

Round and round it went until…

*poke*

Luigi finally wheezed and went completely silent. The only sound that would fill the room were Luigi’s own snorts. Not laughter…not cackles…not even giggles…just snorts and wheezes.

Mario widened his eyes and quickly removed his claw from his belly button. He quickly began to worry that he may be killing the man. Did he go too far?!

But with the claw now out of his belly button, Luigi threw his head back against Mario’s shoulder as he flopped to the ground and cackled like his heart depended on it. Mario kept his arms around Luigi and knelt himself down with him, making sure Luigi went down without hitting his head. While Mario was keeping his brother from injuring himself, Luigi was holding his stomach tightly and kicking his feet as he cackled, snorted and laughed himself absolutely stupid in the hands of his brother. He had NEVER felt such a strong need to laugh. Not THIS much! This was…Almost paradise! He had only imagined this moment in his dreams! And to actually be experiencing it?! It’s…mind blowing.

Slowly, Luigi’s cackles started to lessen into laughter. Though the laughter was still quite strong, it still felt just as amazing. And…the best part was that Luigi didn’t feel embarrassed by the snorts that kept coming out of his mouth. He felt way too happy to even attempt to cover them up. It felt overwhelmingly awesome.

And then slowly, those laughing fits turned into helpless giggles. The cutest, funniest little giggles to ever come out of a man like Luigi. They were silly giggles…giggles that only a toddler would ever have the confidence to show off to anyone. And here was Luigi, just giggling like it was the only thing life depended on. And clearly loving every second of it too! If there was ever even an ounce of anger in this man before, then it was completely gone by now.

“Hoholy merda, Luigi.” Mario reacted, giggling alongside him. “Are you okay?” Mario asked, slowly lowering Luigi to the floor.

Luigi sprawled himself out on his back on the floor, and started to let out more breathless giggles. “Ihihihi…” Luigi widened his smile as he let out a breathless, free giggle fit. “Ihihi feeheel amazing.” Luigi admitted.

Mario giggled and looked at his brother in a whole new light. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh that much…ever.” Mario reacted.

Luigi let out another breathless giggle in response, before letting out a long breath. “Ohokahay.” Luigi started. “Ahagain.” Luigi said.

“A- What?!” Mario raised his eyebrows, taken aback. I’m sorry, what did he just say?!

“Do it again! That was awesome!” Luigi told him.

“Do…do what?” Mario asked, still unsure if he was hearing his brother right.

“The…The claws.” Luigi told him. “Use the claws again.” Luigi specified, wiggling his own fingers.

“Like-” Mario started spidering his right clawed fingers up his belly. “Like this?” Mario asked.

Luigi squealed and bursted out in giggly laughter all over again. “Yeheheah! Lihihike thahahahat!” Luigi replied. Not wanting the spidery fingers to stop, Luigi did all he could to fight every fight-or-flight instinct inside him, and held his hands in fists against the top of his chest. “EEhehehehee! HAhahahahaha!” Luigi laughed, starting to lightly kick his feet.

Mario’s smile grew a bit more as he added his left hand of fingers to the mix. He had started treating his fingers like little spider legs that crawled up and down his brother’s belly. Whenever they moved to the bottom of the ribs, Mario would drag the fingers back down to the bottom of his belly, before resuming the spidery fingers all over again. And everytime those fingers would drag back down, Luigi would squeak and giggle in an almost girly tone. And then his regular laughter would start up again once the spider fingers started crawling up his belly all over again.

Mario soon stopped the spiders for a moment. “So…I found out a small bit about something called ‘aftercare’.” Mario told him.

Luigi was still giggling breathlessly as he looked at Mario. “Yeheah…” Luigi sat himself up. “Ihit’s the idea of taking care of the lee after any tickle session. But it’s mostly required after a heavy tickle session.” Luigi explained.

“So…A heavy tickle session…like what I did to you a few minutes ago…” Mario clarified.

Luigi nodded. “It’s basic stuff like making sure the lee’s hydrated and fed, giving them a blanket, giving them much softer tickles if they want that, giving them hugs or cuddling, etcetera.” Luigi explained.

Mario nodded his head. “So…the tickle world is…a very comforting place.” Mario tried to explain.

Luigi’s facial expression turned calm and almost gentle. “More than you would ever know.” Luigi told him. “Though with the way the world is, we have to be careful about adults and minors.” Luigi explained.

Mario nodded his head. “I can only imagine what could go wrong in a community like this.” Mario added.

Luigi chuckled. “You got that right.”

Mario nodded his head and looked at Luigi. “So…” He knelt down beside Luigi. “What’s your Tumblr name online?” Mario asked.

Luigi chuckled. “Weegee-the-lee.” Luigi replied.

“Weegee?” Mario reacted, before smiling brightly. “Your nickname is a variation of your name?” Mario asked.

“Actually…I go by my first name.” Luigi admitted. “People on Tumblr call me Luigi or Weegee.” Luigi explained.

Mario raised his eyebrows. “You use your regular name online?!” Mario asked.

Luigi chuckled. “I’m not clever enough to come up with a good nickname for myself.” Luigi admitted.

Mario giggled. “So that’s why that Jin person kept calling you Lee-uigi.” Mario teased.

Luigi groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Yeheheheah…” Luigi mumbled.

Mario smiled and looked at the claws on his fingers. “Well…I’d say this was the best impulse buy I’ve ever done.” Mario said.

Luigi uncovered his face and looked at the claws. “Never knew my brother would go as far as to go to Hot Topic…” Luigi admitted.

Mario smirked. “Impressed yet?” Mario teased, wiggling his fingers at Luigi evilly.

Luigi’s blush changed from a light red to a medium red from just the fingers alone. “Ihihi wahas impressed from the moment you tickled myhy ribs after finding out the truhuhuth.” Luigi admitted.

Mario widened his eyes and gently danced the claws on his ribs. “Like this? The counting ribs thing?” Mario asked.

Luigi squeaked and giggled helplessly as he nodded his head. “Yeheheheah! Thahahat! Thehe twehehelve rihihibs thihing!” Luigi replied.

“So you mean the fact that you have 24 ribs, 12 on each side?” Mario clarified. “The only useful medical knowledge that everyone in the community seems to know?” Mario clarified next.

Luigi nodded his head again and finally turned himself over onto the right side that was being tickled, to cover up his ribs.

“Ohohooo! Big mistake, fratello.” Mario teased, going for the left side. “By covering up your right ribs, you just exposed your left ribs to the tickle monster!” Mario reacted. “Now I HAVE to go for it!” Mario started skittering his clawed fingers up and down the left side of Luigi’s rib cage this time.

Luigi snorted and rolled back over onto his back, and started kicking his feet as he giggled and laughed. “Ihihif yohohou’re reheally that smahahart, yohohou wohould gohoho for bohohoth!” Luigi told him.

Mario raised an eyebrow. “Is my ticklish brother really trying to school me on how to tickle?” Mario teased.

Luigi nodded his head as he struggled to keep his hands out of the way. “Yehehehes! Whahat ohohof ihit?” Luigi asked.

Mario grew a shit-eating grin as he grabbed Luigi’s left arm and held it above his head. “You should know that talking back to the tickle monster just earns you more tickles.” Mario told him as he clawed his way up and down Luigi’s now-fully exposed ribs. “But something tells me that’s EXACTLY what you were going for.” Mario added.

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back as he cackled and laughed. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! WOHOHORTH IHIHIT!” Luigi yelled.

Mario giggled and moved his claws back up to the armpits. “I’m gonna getcha~!” Mario teased.

Luigi squeaked and watched helplessly as Mario moved closer and closer to his armpits. “OH GOHOHOSH, MAHAHARIO!” Luigi yelled.

“I’m getting clooooser~!” Mario teased, reaching the top parts of the ribcage.

Luigi snorted and laughed, kicking his feet wildly.

“Aaaand…” Mario finally poked into the dip of his brother’s armpit and skittered wildly.

Luigi squeaked and threw his head back, wiggling around with newfound fits of laughter.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, Lu-Lu~!” Mario teased.

Luigi’s blush deepened yet again as he tugged on his arm helplessly. The poor man was left to snort and laugh his way through the entire experience. But did Luigi complain? Nope! Not even close.

And Mario noticed this. “Here’s another clue about your secret that I’ve never really noticed until now:” Mario lessened the ticklishness to scritching the index and middle claw up and down the armpit. “You haven’t said ‘No’ or ‘Stop’ even once yet.” Mario added. “And that…is quite suspicious.”

Luigi’s laughter lessened to giggles the moment his brother’s skittering claws turned to gentle scritching. “Ihihi knohohohow. Ihihi’ll lehehehet yohohou knohow whehehen to stohohop.” Luigi told him.

Mario nodded his head and gently dragged his clawed index finger down to the middle ribs. “How do you feel about me pinning your arm up like this?” Mario asked, poking Luigi’s wrist.

Luigi looked up at his own wrist and kept gently giggling. “Wehehehell…Ihihi feeheheel fihihine.” Luigi admitted.

Mario smirked and grabbed both his wrists before placing them above Luigi’s head. “What about this?” Mario asked.

Luigi looked up at his pinned arms, and started whimpering as he brought his knees to his chest. “Ohohoho bohohoy…Hehehehehe…” Luigi giggled awkwardly.

Being playful, Mario lifted up Luigi’s shirt and blew some air onto his bare belly.

This caused a shiver to move up Luigi’s spine and midsection as his giggles went up an octave. “OhonohohahAHAHAHA! MARIODOHOHON’T!” Luigi squeaked, kicking his feet.

“Ohokay, okay. Sorry.” Mario reacted. He let go of Luigi and knelt down beside him. “So…What now?” Mario asked.

“Well…doesn’t matter to me.” Luigi admitted.

“Well, it kinda does though. You’re the lee, so…you have to choose.” Mario told him.

Luigi bit his lip and tried to think. Part of him wanted Mario to keep going, but…he was worried that Mario wouldn’t want to keep going. He didn’t want to push Mario to do something he didn’t want to do. Consent is supposed to go both ways, after all.

“Well…the claws are still available for tickling, if you need it.” Mario teased, wiggling the claws.

Luigi instinctively covered his mouth, and giggled. “Ihihi knohow.” he responded.

Mario held out his right hand. “Tickles?” Mario said, shaking his right hand. “Or aftercare?” Mario asked, shaking the left hand.

Luigi looked at the hands, before looking at Mario. What…is he doing?

“Tickles?” Mario shook his right hand. “Or aftercare?” Mario shook his left hand. “Point to what one you want.” he explained with a big smile.

Luigi let out a long breath and looked at the two hands. The right hand…or the left hand…

Tickles…or aftercare…?

Luigi took in a deep breath, held his breath, and reached up to the right hand. He poked it gently.

Mario smirked and wiggled all 10 of his claws. “Loading…” Mario said in a fake robot voice.

Luigi widened his eyes and laughed at him, hanging his head.

“One moment please…” Mario said next in his robot voice. “Loading…” Mario repeated.

“Duhuhude!” Luigi giggled.

Mario made some robot sound effects. “Request processed. Begin tickle attack.” Mario said in his robot voice before skittering his fingers onto his belly and sides.

Luigi screeched and covered his face, laughing gleefully into his palms. “MAHAhahahariohohoho NOHOHO!” Luigi yelled.

Mario smirked and poked his belly button, making Luigi screech in reaction. “Stop covering up your face! I wanna hear you fully giggle and laugh!” Mario told him.

“Nohoho yohohou dohohon’t.” Luigi warned.

“Here’s the deal.” Mario lifted up Luigi’s shirt, and rubbed his hands together, before wiggling his fingers inches from Luigi’s stupidly ticklish belly. “I’m going to keep tickling all over your belly, sides, and ribs…whatever spot I want to.” Mario said. “And as long as you keep your face uncovered, you will be fine.” Mario told him.

“Ahahand ihif I cohohover my fahahace?” Luigi asked.

“If you cover your face or your mouth…then I go for your belly button.” Mario told him, pointing to Luigi’s belly button.

Luigi gasped and instinctively covered his mouth in horror. “NOOO!” Luigi shrieked.

Mario clicked his tongue. “Lu, lu, lu…” Mario swirled his claw around the bottom of Luigi’s belly button. “You never do learn, do you?” Mario teased.

Luigi wheezed and arched his back, throwing his head back and cackling loudly. “THAHAHAT’S SOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEAN!” Luigi shouted.

“But fair, right?” Mario asked, removing his claw.

“IHIHihi guehehehess.” Luigi replied.

“Alright~!” Mario replied. “Now keep your face free! Let out every laugh! No more hiding your true self!” Mario declared, tickling his sides and ribs.

Luigi let out a long fit of laughter, before snorting. “GAHAHAHAHAhahaha *snort* OHO NOHOHOHO *snort* OHOHO!” Luigi covered his mouth instinctively, not fully realizing what he was doing.

“Ah ah ah~” Mario poked his claw into Luigi’s belly button. “What did I just say?” Mario asked.

Luigi screeched and quickly uncovered his mouth, removing Mario’s finger and turning on his side as he hugged his belly tightly and kicked his little feetsies.

Mario chuckled. “You really can’t handle belly button tickles…” Mario mentioned.

Luigi slowly let go of his belly and laid himself back down onto the ground. “Ohokay. I’m okay.” Luigi told him.

Mario smiled and pulled out his phone. “Hold on…” Mario said, removing the thumb claws so he could text.

Luigi bit his lip. “Telling Mamma and Papa that we won’t make it tonight?” Luigi asked.

“Yup. Cause I’ve got a brother to wreck.” Mario replied with a wink, leaving Luigi flustered and nervous. Mario clicked send on the phone before putting his phone away. With everything figured out, Mario put the thumb finger claws back on. With all 10 claws back on his fingers, Mario began to look at the claws before looking at Luigi’s ears. “I wonder…”

Mario walked up to Luigi’s head and placed both his hands on either side of Luigi’s head.

Luigi widened his eyes and looked at either hand, confused. “Uhhh…” Luigi looked up at Mario, who was sitting on his knees, looking at Luigi upside down. “What are you doing?” Luigi asked awkwardly.

“Preparing to tickle you.” Mario replied.

“W-Where?” Luigi asked next, slightly nervous.

“Riiiight…” Mario started to bend both his index fingers down and drag the claws right down to the spot behind Luigi’s ear.

Luigi widened his eyes and covered his mouth as he quickly realized where he was gonna go. “oooOOOHOHOHohoooh no...” Luigi reacted, looking at Mario.

“3…” Mario started counting.

Luigi squeaked and uncovered his mouth, squeezing his fists.

“2…” Mario counted, moving his hands back slightly so his fingers hit the target a bit better.

Luigi was giggling in anticipation, occasionally snorting as he struggled to contain his nervous excitement.

“1…” Mario counted, bending both his middle fingers down to prepare for tickling behind his ear.

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut as he braced for impact.

Mario fluttered his claws on the right side first. “Kitchykitchykoo~” Mario said quickly.

Luigi gasped and curled his neck to the right side. “eeEEHEHEEE!” Luigi squealed loudly.

Mario fluttered his claws on the left side next. “Kitchykitchykitchykoo!” Mario teased.

Luigi curled his neck to the left side this time. “EHEheheeehee!” Luigi giggled.

And then Mario started fluttering his fingers on BOTH sides of his ears! And that…was when the dam broke right open. Luigi cackled and squealed like it was all he ever knew. The way Mario was tickling BOTH SIDES AT ONCE…was so brutal, and yet…so fun! So many complicated reactions to one single feeling: ticklishness.

But…Luigi never did tell Mario to stop…Not until he was physically exhausted. And when Mario stopped, he made sure to remember the little words Luigi had told him earlier about aftercare: Mario poured him a cold glass of water. He wrapped a soft, but light blanket around him. He made Luigi some canned soup for dinner. And throughout dinner, Mario made sure to remind Luigi that he could ask for what he wanted. When Luigi asked to be cuddled, Mario held him for a while. And when Luigi asked to be gently tickled on the ears, Mario did just that. And a half an hour later, when Luigi was ready…he decided to say one last thing before he fully fell asleep.

“Mario?” Luigi asked softly.

Mario looked down at his brother. “Yes?”

Luigi closed his eyes and rested himself against his brother’s shoulder. “My favorite spot to be tickled…is my ears.” he admitted to him.

Mario let out a small fit of laughter as he smiled at him. “I know.” Mario told him. “It’s kinda obvious.”

Luigi smiled a small bit more, feeling content and satisfied with himself as he finally fell asleep.

So: I was discharged from the hospital, and I'll be returning on September 21st for my open heart surgery. I am getting a conduit (tube with a valve on my pulmonary artery) replaced due to it being blocked and really old. My recovery should be a week, followed by 8-12 weeks of restricted movements. No lifting or carrying heavy things for at least 8 months. And in that time, I will be able to write and focus on getting better. Thanks for all the support! ~Pocket

#luigi's secret #funny #cute #fluff #family fluff #brotherly love #ticklefic #ler!mario #lee!luigi

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ask--eggman · 1 month

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you're MY glorious delicious treat

Ohoho, I am very glorious and delicious indeed~

#ask #roleplay ask blog #dr eggman #sonic #doctor eggman #ask blog #dr robotnik #rp #doctor robotnik #sonic the hedgehog #sth #eggman #sonic series #Dr Eggman #Dr robotnik #roleplay #doctor Eggman

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kaineillian · 2 years

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YANDERE DAZAI OSAMU x MALE READER.

🪙 : this is my first ever fan fiction! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! :)

Now playing :

Warning(s) : yandere dazai, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, stalking, suggestive.mention of rape but not really rape(not towards male reader or dazai but an npc)

Dazai never wanted to join the Armed Detective Agency. He never wanted to be a 'good guy' , he views the ADA as idiots. Idiots who tries to protect Yokohama but ends up failing. They promise to protect and defend their country however dazai knows clearly that their promises will be thrown to the trash. If it wasn't for Ranpo, the 'greatest detective' . Their organization would have already fall apart. Casting those nobodies aside.

(male name) . Ohhhhhhh~

His name always shake him to the core, his name makes his knees weak. It makes him drool and too dumb to think anything. Hearing his voice makes him moan.

Dazai's room is filled with (male name) picture, every photo pictures his every move. He haves a box that he kept secretly because it was too precious for him to touch and look at. Oh what fine art (male name) is ~

Oh? You're wondering whats in the box?

Hmmmm.... I suppose i could tell you. But you must promise not to tell anyone. Got it? Good.

Inside the box. Is the precious pictures he had taken of (male name) naked, undressing, half naked, and the most precious of all.... (male reader) masturbating~ what a fine chuck of meat he waits for that day that he gets to choke that big, thick, delicious meat~

Ehem. His words not mine.

The reason why dazai joined that ADA was because of HIS precious (male name). Isn't it dreamy? The first time he step inside the building. He saw (male name) standing besides the other members welcoming him. He swears that he came inside his boxers. Who wouldn't? Those eyes, that body... Ahhhhhhhhh~~ it makes him dumb. But if someone else does that. Ohoho. You already know that dazai will kill them instantly.

He vividly remembered how he killed that disgusting man who seduced (male name). Ugh, he wishes to kill him again and again.

Him and (male name) were given a mission to track down a suspect that blew up the Museum of Guertena. (male name) was too focused to find the suspect while dazai was too busy admiring him. Did i mention that they were inside a club? No? Well, they were inside an underground club. Dazai had to go to the bathroom so he left his beloved alone just.for.a.moment.

When he came back. There it was. The whore who is clinging onto his (male name) what a bitch.

He was infuriated because (male name) was ogoling on the bitchs ass. He noticed that (male name) face was red and he looked tipsy thats when it came to him that he was drugged by that man. And that man clinging on him. Was the suspect. He didn't think twice before pulling the trigger.

When he was asked why he killed him, his reply was. " The man was trying to rape a person and he got a gun poited on their head" the police and the president stupidity believed him. The reason why he killed him was because obviously he was outraged by the mans actions. Plus, (male name) didn't remember a thing because he was drugged. And it was too loud in the club he was using a silencer so it wasn't a problem. No-one saw him kill the man , those people were too horny to care.

After dazai's action (male name) took intrest in him. Dazai was delighted of that! His darling (male name) took intrest on him because of his 'good' deeds! And so, dazai made sure to do something good when (male name) is around to earn his praise and trust.

There was a time when the two were left inside because of their massive paper work that they decided to ignore and chill out (which dazai suggested) . The rain was incredibly strong and they had no umbrella left at that time they hadn't no dorms yet so the president payed them an apparent on where they could stay by partners.

They had to go to their own apartment but it was raining heavily, they have no choice but to run in the rain with (male name) coat as their makeshift umbrella. Dazai offered to him to stay with him for the night, (male name) had no choice but to agree since it was raining heavily he doubt that it would stop. Since there was only one futon they decided to sleep in it together because it was cold as hell.

(male name) sleep peacefully while dazai in the other hand couldn't sleep because of (male name) body with him hugging him, he wrap his arm around his neck and inhaled his scent, dazai held the urged to moan or cum because it might alert his beloved. So instead, he squeeze his head on (male name) neck and sleep because he was planning to make him a little something. (But unfortunately he cant cook so he had to wake up early and buy food for him and (male name) .

Everyday he slowly tries to earn (male name) love and trust so they can be one, together, forever.

Nothing can stop him from loving him.

(male name) is his. And his only.

He will kill those who dares to block his way towards his beloved.

He.

Will.

Be.

Mine.

He doesn't have a choice.

#Spotify #seme male reader #yanderedazai #male reader #dazai #bungo stray dogs #bungostraydogs #bsd #yandere

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