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carbonfiction · 2 years

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Jealousy Problem

MDNI 18+

A/n: ah its been a while! I promise i didn't fall of the face of the earth ive just had a busy busy time! This is a new one for me, so hopefully its not too bad, but ever since my mom took me with her to the theater to see Elvis on opening day, ive been utterly obsessed with both Austin and Elvis! So i thought id try add to the lack of both austin and elvis fics!

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader

Summary: The photo was completely innocent, youd stumbled over a step by the door and the poor guy you'd tumbled into was just making sure you were okay. But Elvis, you think, has a bit of a jealousy problem

Warnings?: smut, mentions of oral (f), slightly sub!Elvis, some swearing, handjob? Kinda, mentions of bodily fluids (cum, arousal, sweat) i think thats it!

Words: 1669

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The first thing you hear coming in the front door is "Really?"

"Fuckin' really?", he repeats, his accent dripping with the unmistakable southern twang. he's flushed pink high on his cheeks, shoulders squared, and he's furious.

Your laidback, lackadaisical Presley is fuming, he never shouts in your presence, knowing it makes you uncomfortable, but boy does he sulk. making life miserable for himself until he works himself all the way up till he has to shut himself away. Playing his guitar, reading or listening to whatever records he can find into the latest hours of the night, and although you didn't usually care to provoke him- what else had you got to do tonight?

His schedule is clear for a rare few days and you've been in a teasing mood ever since he saw some photos in the paper.

Photos of you, his girl, only his, wrapped up in the prettiest summer dress, with one of his friends arms around your shoulders. taken as you left the venue with everyone after one of Elvis's shows.

The photo was completely innocent, youd stumbled over a step by the door and the poor guy you'd tumbled into was just making sure you were okay. But Elvis, you think, has a bit of a jealousy problem.

"What?, whats the matter?" You purr, feigning ignorance, slipping your jacket off as you walk past Elvis and through the front door of graceland. Sauntering round him, you kick your shoes off next to the couch just how he hates and crane your neck to face him.

Elvis gestures at you, hands out, palms up, the universal sign for "what the fuck?", and you quirk an eyebrow at him. He makes a noise in his throat like an angry cat and crosses the room in a few steps, and crowds against you, until your senses are filled with the intoxicating scent of him.

Before you can even think to do anything he grabs your wrist, pulling your body against him, walking you upstairs until your back is against the bedroom door.

He dips down to place his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the perfume you knew he loved, soft strands of your hair falling around his own against your warm skin.

His other hand is still around your right wrist. Tightly but not enough to harm you. just holding your body still as you tremble with excitement.

His lips plant sloppy kisses until his teeth nip hard enough on your neck to feel the tendons and muscles twitch and the feel the steady thrum of your heartbeat in your throat.

That will bruise, you think idly, Elvis is marking his territory, he's jealous. He's also rock hard against your thigh, dark dress pants hanging low on his hips, shoving the straps of your dress off your shoulders and further down your chest so he can palm your breasts unrestricted.

You can't help but let out a quiet whine as he runs his delicate fingertips over your nipple until it hardens, until he has your full attention. And he's jealous.

"You're mine darlin, that's what, " he drawls, almost on cue, and nips at you again, rolling your earlobe gently between his teeth. Elvis's grip on your wrists tighten fractionally as he ruts his hips and stomach against yours , "I don't wanna share you, want you all to myself."

You laugh then sigh, more sunshine drunk than liquor drunk after your day. You free your hand from his grip and curl your arms up around his neck, grasping a handful of his soft hair in your fingers. pulling his head back so his mouth isn't biting you anymore and his face is no longer buried in your hair.

his throat is exposed, mouth half open, and his eyes are clouded with want, watching you from under his dark lashes.

when you do press yourself up to meet him, feeling his cock twitch under his pants and his soft abdominal muscles clench.

when he snaps out of his daze Elvis's hands pull you away from the door and the two of you go tumbling towards the bed.

"Gotta teach you a lesson, Need ya so bad darlin" Elvis mutters softly against your mouth, like you tripped and posed for a photo with a friend holding you upright to make his heart explode with jealousy on purpose. For you both to end up lazily making love on the couch for hours as you intermittently listen to the radio or to make you both frantically fuck in one of Elvis's prized cars on a secluded side street after dinner is the reason you did it.

You laugh again and kiss him, properly, tasting his jealousy. Before undressing each other in between the heated kissing, sighing happily again when he curls his long fingers around each of your wrists, holding you firmly down to the mattress as his warm torso covers yours.

Elvis starts to get more desperate once he's inside of you, until he can't hold your wrists down because he wants nothing more than the feeling of your hands on his body, sliding through his dark hair and scratching his back and shoulders.

Although before he can truly do anything more you've flipped him, sliding yourself back down around him, riding him, fucking yourself down onto him for half an hour or more until you see the tiny beads of sweat on his hairline. watching him savage his pouty bottom lip and feel his hands start to tremble when he runs his thumbs over your nipples again down to your hips.

You wait until he's starting to beg for it with just his breathing, his cheekbones still flushed pink but now for a different reason, before slowing it right down until Elvis's fingers edge down to stroke at your clit, where he selfishly hopes that if you move with your own pleasure you will move enough to make him finish too.

Except your a step ahead, and you edge it for him, keeping his pleasure balanced, loving how his once icy blue pupils are engulfed in darkened lust and the whines and moans that bubble out of his mouth to stay bitten and red.

He's amenable when he's like this. Elvis will do anything, for you, to you, with you, he just wants more. And today, he's jealous.

"Darlin please , come on," Elvis manages to whine out again as you edge it out for him again. Simply because you can feel his shoulder muscles tense and everytime you grind your body down on him to the hilt, he bites his bottom lip hard almost hard enough to draw blood- except he doesn't.

"jus' let me- let me cum, fuck, you should cum 'round me, darlin please, please," Elvis complains as though so far any amount of begging has given him anything.

"You said I was yours," you say breathless, thighs gripping around his hips, pausing your movements as he lifts his hand to stroke your hair back from your face.

Elvis's hands dip, slowly petting at your throat with his thumbs, applying just enough pressure above your collarbones to make her breathing just that bit harder.

He moans quietly into your mouth as he reaches down between your conjoined body's and realizes his thighs are wet from the heat of you, slick and warm.

He just wants to fucking taste you, throw your thighs over his shoulders and bury his tongue inside you until you melt. "Oh baby You are mine," he agrees, "but that doesn't mean I shouldn't make a mess of you."

"You wanna make a mess of me Mr Presley?" You tease as you feel his cock throb as you begin to slide off him. Retreating to the top of the bed where you lay back against the plushness of the pillows, and it's only a split second later until he's got your thighs open and his mouth on you, drinking you in, licking,tasting and sucking until you have your hand clutched in his tousled hair. until his scalp aches and your grinding down onto his mouth.

When you cum, he holds your hips still with his hands, fingers half-slick, waiting for the aftershocks to subside before he leans up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his silver tongue.

Carefully you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke, once, twice, before watching him fall apart groaning and letting out almost inaudible curses.

you feel him shudder and his hips beg for you to let him cum, finally, fucking finally. he'd been on edge for an hour and was already half hard before you even got in the front door.

When you dont make a move to fuck him again he looks down at you, half underneath him on a stack of pillows, thighs slick, hair ruined, soft purple bite marks all over your breasts, and he realizes what you mean- you want him to make a mess of you, oh-god, and with that warm hand on his cock all he can do is growl so loud he's sure the world will hear him beg.

He braces himself on the bedhead behind you with one hand and scratches his blunt nails across the back of your neck with the other as he watches as his cock paints you, ribbons of white warmth landing across your breasts and down your stomach. smearing down from your wrist as he slides down onto you, stickiness, sweat, slick and fuck-knows-what-else between you as he breathes in through your hair.

"Fuck baby" You shift, stretching out your legs, and he feels you laugh underneath him rather than hearing it, "You have a jealousy problem."

"It's not really a problem if it ends like this every time now, is it?" Elvis jokes as he removes himself off you, sated, feeling boneless and lazy as he laces his fingers with yours and pulls you off the bed in the direction of the shower.

#elvis presley #elvis x reader #austin butler #austin butler smut #austin!elvis x reader #austin butler x reader #elvis movie #im utterly obsessed #pls enjoy!

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lunagojo · 1 year

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Various Anime Boys: Being Told "I love you" For the First Time (Part 4!)

Full disclaimer about this part, this is a partial revision of the first part, I decided to go more in depth with the first few guys I did :) I will continue to revise the rest of the boys I did in the first part <3 Please enjoy!

Featured: Satoru Gojo, Dabi / Touya Todoroki, Giyuu Tomioka

Warnings: Dabi being a bit rude

~ Part 1 ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ Part 5 ~

Satoru Gojo

(love of my life <3)

“Y/NNNNNNNNN. Let’s go do sooommmeeethinnnnngggg. This is boooooring.” Satoru whined, reclining on your couch.

“You’re the one who decided to come over when you knew damn well I’m working on my thesis, Satoru.” You replied, brows furrowed in concentration as you typed away at your desk. The deadline for your paper was fast approaching and you were stressed, to say the least. That much Satoru could tell.

He stretched himself out, long limbs dangling off the sides of the plush sofa. “Why d’you need to do this stuff anyway? All it does is stress you out n’ keep you away from me.”

You had been friends with Satoru for years now, having met him back when you worked at a cake shop. You had commented on how his spending there would finance your whole university tuition, and it had gone from there.

He was handsome, of course. But also funny, endearing, and so unbearably annoying. But he did have a heart of gold, you had to admit, and a very blunt manner of speaking to say the least. He didn’t mince words when it came to people he didn’t like, and that was something that you admired. He spent so much money on you, too; you couldn’t understand why. Satoru insisted that he was merely giving you what you deserved, but some of the gifts had been of the more sentimental and intimate variety, like the custom made locket necklace he had made for you, when you had mentioned your grandmother had one just like it.

Suffice it to say, you had feelings for him, strong ones. But a small part of you had doubts, which would creep up just when you had mustered the strength to tell him. Satoru Gojo was a beautiful, strapping young man, perfect in nearly every way. How could he ever see you as anything more than a friend?

You snorted. “If I don’t get this in I’ll fail and I’ll have to repeat the whole year, and that’ll set me back. I need to make something of myself, Toru.”

He rolled off the couch and strolled over to your desk, placing his hands on your shoulders. “What if you took a break though? Just for tonight? C’mon, I miss you.”

You looked over your shoulder to see glimmering big blue eyes peering at you, a soft pout on Satoru’s lips. “You’re such a child,” You sighed, but relented for now. After all, he was here and he was doing nothing but distracting you. And a break did sound nice. “Fine. What do you wanna do?” You asked, resting back in your desk chair.

“Something fun.”

“Like…?”

“Iunno, let’s go out! Let’s see what’s playing at the theatre or if they got my favourite cake back in stock at the shop!” He pulled you out of your chair, grinning.

“Oh, of course.” You rolled your eyes, but you did enjoy seeing him smile. He was annoying as hell, but you had to admit…it was kinda cute. You stood, going to grab your keys. “Or, we could go stock up on snacks, find some dumb movies, come back here and stay up til 4 AM.” You suggested with a smile. Satoru’s smile widened and he grasped your hand eagerly.

“Yes! You’re a genius, Y/N! Let’s go!” He started to pull you toward the door.

“Hah, I love you, Satoru, you dork.”

He froze in place, looking back at you with huge eyes. “Wha?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You said you love me.”

“I did?” You looked confused.

“Yeah, you did.” He turned and smooshed your cheeks in his palms. “Do you mean it? You’re not just pulling my leg, are you? ‘Cause that would be beyond cruel, Y/N. I have a heart too, y’know!”

You chewed on your lip, heat rising in your face. You did love him. He was an idiot, but you didn’t want him to be anyone else’s idiot. Slowly you nodded, placing a hand over one of his.

His blue eyes softened and he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “Tell me again.” He murmured.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.” You replied in a whisper, your eyes half-lidded but still locked on his.

Without second thought his lips met yours and he kissed you tenderly, his fingers tucking through your hair. You swore you could hear his heart thudding in his chest. When he pulled away, hesitantly, he smiled and grabbed your hand again.

“Dunno if we’re gonna be watching all too much of the movies,” He said with a wiggle of his brows. “But we can still try, I’m a good multitasker.” He looked back at you, his grin widening. “And, in case it wasn’t obvious, Y/N, I love you, too. I always have.”

Dabi / Touya Todoroki

(I love him sm, he deserved so much better... :( )

You were busy doing your university homework when you heard a tap on your window. Yep, it was 3 AM, about that time. Without hesitation you got up and went to the window, sliding it open.

Hazy blue eyes met yours as booted feet landed on the floor. “Thought you were gonna leave me out here to fuckin’ freeze.” Dabi said, grumbling as he maneuvered his way in.

“I came here as soon as I heard you,” You argued back. Never a thank you from Dabi, even though he had been crashing at your place for the past six months. You both had met almost a year ago, when the League of Villains had crossed your path on your way home from work one night. Their leader, some guy with a hand on his face, wanted to kill you in case you were gonna narc on them, but for some reason, a couple of the others in the group had stopped him. Dabi wouldn't stop staring at you that night.

Since then he'd show up at your place every night around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. He claimed it was because the cops and heroes would never suspect him to be hiding out in a random civilian's home, but you were somewhat suspicious of the validity of that. After all, he'd said it'd only be for a couple weeks and here you were six months later.

“Is your hot water back on again?” He asked casually, kicking off his boots. “I fuckin’ smell.”

“What kind of trouble did you get up to tonight?” You asked, wrinkling your nose. “You smell like a lawnmower.”

Dabi snorted. “None of your damn business, brat.” His words were harsh but his tone was almost tired. “Is it on again or not?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's on. Washed the clothes you left the other night, too.”

Once again, not a thank you in sight as he went off to your bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You sighed. What were you doing? Why were you going to all this trouble for someone like him? You could just as easily lock your window and cut him off, but you didn't want to. A part of you felt that he needed someone to help him, be there for him. You could tell it was hard for him to show any sort of emotion other than gruff and bothered…and you could sense he had more pain and heartbreak than most people realized.

You went back to work on your homework, quietly writing away in your notebook. You tried to ignore the sound of the bathroom door opening and Dabi walking down the hallway.

Warm breath fanned across the back of your neck suddenly and you shivered in response.

“Why do you bother with this crap?” Dabi asked, leaning over your shoulder. He smelled like your body wash. You tried to hide the telltale blush growing on your face.

“Counter question. Why are you here, Dabi? It's been six months.”

“You know why, dumbass.”

You turned in your seat. “You're here every night now, you use my shower, sleep on my couch, eat my food, and I don't get any sort of appreciation or even a thank you. I'm harboring a fucking criminal in my apartment and you don't seem to be bothered.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Yknow I could ask the same of you. Why do you keep letting me in, then? Washing my clothes, too, getting me those snacks I told you I like…why do you fuckin seem to care so much?!”

“Because I'm in love with you!” You blurted suddenly, hands balled into fists.

Dabi stood there, stunned. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You really are nuts, then.”

You breathed out a laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Turning back to your work, you tried to focus on your writing again. “Just leave me alone, Dabi.”

“Nah, don't think I will.” A hand slid along your shoulder. “Put that shit away and look at me, for God's sake.”

With a heavy sigh, you did as he said, only to be met with rough lips on yours. A sound of surprise escaped your throat but you melted into the kiss, fingers finding Dabi's damp black hair.

“There's a million places I could hide out,” he said against your mouth. “But I keep coming back here. Something pulls me back every time. I've never felt what love is, brat, but when I think of what it must feel like, I think of you.”

Giyuu Tomioka

(T_T i just wanna hug him and give him the love he deserves)

You had never seen Giyuu smile in the time you had known him. You two were close friends, but time spent with the Water Hashira was quiet and tranquil. You knew it was just the way he was, and didn’t mind it, but you had begun to wonder if he ever smiled at all. In the time that you had known each other, you had formed a deep bond and understanding of one another. It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him, but you could never tell him. It would ruin everything you both already had.

You two were returning from a mission one night, battered and exhausted from the fight you had just endured, and were intent on finding some place to sleep for the night. Ubuyashiki’s mansion and the Butterfly Manor were too far away, so it seemed like the only option for you both was to find an inn to rest in for the night, and then you could return properly the next morning.

You both finally found a place to stay for the night, but the owner of the inn charged you two an exorbitant amount of yen to stay. Giyuu huffed and, irritated, paid the man, before leading the way to your room silently. He had been dead silent the whole time you had traveled back, and this time, you were worried. Normally he would ask if you were okay or if you needed anything, but this time he was quiet.

“…Are you serious?” Giyuu asked, to nobody in particular, when he opened the sliding door. Only one futon.

You looked over his shoulder at the room and sighed. You had been looking forward to just going to bed after the hell you two had been through.

Giyuu sighed and ran a callused hand over his face, his blue eyes narrowed.

You glanced at him. “…Giyuu…You take the futon, I can just…figure something else out.”

“No.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor after what we just went through. We’ll just have to…sleep together, I suppose.” He looked away quickly, a small blush on his face.

“Sleep together?”

“Not…not like that,” He replied quickly, his face turning from pink to full-blown red. “Just…just sleeping. Beside each other.”

“If you’re okay with that, Giyuu, then I am.” You offered him a small smile, momentarily placing a hand on his arm as you entered the room. He was incredibly tense.

You both bathed first, one at a time, then returned to the room. Giyuu had gone first, and when you came back, he was perched on the futon, his haori and Demon Slayer Corps uniform folded neatly on the floor with his nichirin sword laid atop. He still had his underclothes on, but his torso was bare. You paused, studying his bare back and the various scars that adorned his pale skin. Your heart hurt when you suddenly realized how much Giyuu must have been through. Was that why he was so quiet, and distanced himself from everyone else?

“You’re letting all the cold in,” Giyuu said suddenly, startling you.

“Oh. Right. Sorry…” You quickly shut the sliding door behind you, setting your own clothing down on the floor before crawling under the thick comforter and settling on the futon. It felt heavenly to finally rest your weary, sore muscles.

Giyuu watched you for a moment before following your lead, settling in beside you. His blue eyes scanned your face.

“…What?” You asked, “Did I miss a spot of dirt on my face or something?”

“No,” Giyuu replied, a small tinge of pink rising in his face.

“Giyuu…”

“I’m…going to sleep. Goodnight, Y/N.” He said quietly, starting to roll onto his other side, so he would be facing away from you. You caught him by the arm, however, stopping him.

“…Have you been doing okay, lately? You’re way quieter than usual…I’m getting a bit worried about you.” You told him, your eyes meeting his again.

The Water Hashira sighed, “…I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“Me?” You looked surprised. “Why?”

“…Because you terrify me.” He replied, and if you hadn’t seen the look on his face you would have thought he was joking.

“…Why?”

“It…doesn’t matter. Let’s just go to sleep, okay.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

Something came over you then. You didn’t know what it was, but you acted without really thinking it through first. Your hands cupped his face and you gently kissed him. It only lasted for a moment, but when you pulled away, Giyuu was looking at you with wide, stunned eyes.

His mouth moved, trying to form words, but nothing came out. “Wha…”He finally gasped out. “Why’d you…”

“…Because I love you, Giyuu. And I didn’t want to say anything because I was worried that it would ruin everything, and I’m sorry if it has, I just couldn’t—” You were cut off by another kiss, one instigated by him this time.

You gazed at him in surprise.

“You terrify me,” Giyuu said, holding your face in his hands. “Because I feel things for you that have been foreign to me for so long. I was…too afraid to say anything.” His lips pulled into a small but genuine smile. The first smile you had ever seen from him.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

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barry-j-blupjeans · 6 months

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TAZ NC Day 3: Three!

Magnus was never good at sleeping. He was too— too restless for that. His legs could never quite stay still, his mind would never shut up. And he got overwhelmingly hot far too quickly. And then overwhelmingly cold after he threw all the blankets off. His ma used to tell him that he slept like a puppy, thrashin' around and chasing things in his sleep. When he told Julia that, she had laughed and said that just about summed it up.

His sleep had gotten worse since he lost Julia. A lot of things had gotten worse since then.

Magnus sighed, turning over. The tarp he had laid over the ground didn't do much to soften the various rocks and sticks, and his sleeping bag wasn't any help either. Next to him, Merle snoozed away. He had lost his pants somewhere since he had laid down and Magnus didn't even want to think about that. On his other side, Taako was propped up near a tree, snug in his sleeping bag. Magnus knew he was fucked when Taako fell asleep before him. Taako wasn't even supposed to sleep, he was pretty sure.

He turned over onto his back this time, looking up at the starry sky. It had been… Gods, had it been six years already? Nearly six years, at least, since he lost Julia. Since he lost Steven and Raven's Roost and the little budding hope he had in his future. He felt like it had barely been half that time and, at the same time, it had been twice as much. Time didn't mean much to him after that. Nothing really did.

He had wandered aimlessly for a while, brushing off housing offers by those who survived the bombings. They still saw him as a hero back there. How could he be a hero if he hadn't even properly got rid of their villain? How could he be a hero at all? He supposed it was that kind of thinking that got him into the advertising business. At the very least, he was helping someone. And if he got Got while trying to fight some stupid thing? Well, that was no one's fault but his own.

In the adventuring business, there were very few places to mess up. And Magnus had made his fair share of mistakes, but he always got the job done. No one really cared until Merle.

Here's the thing about Merle: He just kept popping up every time Magnus thought he was gone. That man was a disaster in a way that even Magnus wasn't, but gods-damn, he had great timing. His shitty healing had gotten Magnus out of a few of his worse spots, even as Magnus had begged him to leave. After one particularly nasty wound (turns out taking on a pack of hellhounds— hellpuppies, really— wasn't the smartest thing to do alone), Merle had practically glued himself to his side.

"You don't get to die on my watch," he had said. As if saving people who would much rather just deal with the consequences of their actions was an everyday occurrence for him. When it became obvious that Merle wasn't leaving, Magnus stopped complaining.

And they roped Taako in eventually. Well, Magnus saved him from some kind of demon bear— it's— it's a whole story by itself, but the point remained: Taako got roped into sticking with them and suddenly Magnus was very aware of what his actions looked like from the outside.

They weren't— they weren't exactly your standard adventuring group. Hell, more often than not they got more injured on the way to the monster than they did actually fighting the thing. But for once, it was okay. For once, Magnus felt… a part of something. In a way that mattered. It wasn't just him anymore. He had two people on his side once more.

Three was a pretty good number.

Hammer and Tongs had three bedrooms attached to it. Two upstairs and one downstairs near the shop. Magnus used to have the downstairs room until it became obvious he and Julia weren't going to be spending the night in their own rooms anymore. Steven had not so much traded as he just decided to move all of Magnus's things into Julia's room and all of his own things downstairs. That left an empty bedroom of course, and they had plans to— for—

"Mags."

Merle's voice startled him. Magnus jumped, reaching for his ax, but Merle sat up very quickly, hushing him.

"You're gonna wake up Taako," he hissed.

"Taako isn't asleep, homie," Taako said from the depths of his sleeping bag.

Magnus exhaled, trying to get his heart rate back down. Merle reached over to take his hand, squeezing tightly.

"You okay?" he asked.

Magnus had to squint to see him in the dark— Merle was squinting too, but that was probably because his glasses were off. Taako's eyes just about poked out of his sleeping back, looking at them both with what could either be disdain or worry. It was hard to tell with Taako sometimes, but Magnus got the message anyway.

"I…" Magnus glanced between them. He swallowed back some tears. "I will be, I think."

#taz nc #taz november celebration #magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #taako #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #i could not resist doing Three on day three sldkfsdf #pls enjoy!#tw suicidal ideation #passively at least #ask to tag #<- fr if anyone needs anything else on this tag pls let me know

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strawbbfluff · 9 months

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Could you pls do another drabble with ler Chat Noir and lee Marinette or Ladybug?

a/n: i live to serve~ some marichat coming right up!

marinette stood on her balcony, a slight pout on her lips as she sighed into the nighttime air. she had a lot on her mind, and all of her thoughts were currently directed towards her new boyfriend; adrien agreste.

she really had no reason to be feeling this way. she had gotten what she wanted. the boy of her dreams! her longtime crush. he was nothing short of perfect. and yet…

how is it that she still can’t say she loves him?

“this is so frustrating, tikki!” marinette huffed, glancing towards her tiny, red companion. “i do love him, i do! and i want to tell him… but the words just won’t come out.”

“you’re overthinking it, marinette,” tikki explained, flying up to sit on the bluenette’s shoulders. “it should be a natural process; don’t rush it! you know adrien is the most patient boy in the world.”

marinette smiled a little. “you’re right, tikki,” she agreed, before looking out into the brisk nighttime air, only to see… chat noir??

LEAPING STRAIGHT TOWARDS HER HOUSE?!

“hide, tikki!” marinette gasped, shooing away the little ladybug. just in time, too, because chat noir had already perched himself on her balcony.

“hi, marinette.”

“c-chat noir? what are you doing here?”

“meh, i got bored, so i decided to just explore around paris tonight. hope you don’t mind that i ended up here,” the blonde explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. nah, it was just an excuse to visit the girl he loved. but she didn’t know his identity behind the mask, and it had to stay that way.

“oh! um, that’s fine, i guess. are you hungry? i think i have some spare macaroons from today in my bag,” marinette replied, fumbling around in her backpack for a moment before pulling out two pink macaroons. chat noir’s eyes lit up.

“well, sure~ don’t mind if i do!” he exclaimed, excitedly taking one of them out of her hands as he munched on it. marinette giggled.

“hey, what are you laughing at?” chat noir questioned with a mouthful of food.

“i dunno, maybe just your distinct lack of manners,” the bluenette shrugged, poking at the green-eyed hero’s stomach playfully. he flinched.

“anyway…” he swallowed. “you also looked kind of down. what’s bugging you?”

“ah… it’s nothing. i wouldn’t want to bother you with my silly drama,” marinette responded sheepishly, fidgeting with her thumbs. chat noir huffed.

“it’s not bothering me if i asked! now cmon. a girl as pretty as you doesn’t deserve to be frowning like that,” adrien chat noir insisted, hopping off the balcony to stand in front of her instead. she sighed.

“alright, alright, fine. it’s not like you’re gonna tell anyone, anyway,” she took a deep breath. “it’s just… my boyfriend. we both are in love with each other, and i’ve been crushing on him for so long. i should be over the moon… and i am! but… it’s so hard for me to express it. i can’t even tell him i love him.”

chat noir could feel his heart break into a million little pieces as he watched marinette’s head hang low in shame. he had no idea she felt that way.

“well, do you love him?”

“of course i do!”

“then that’s more than enough. don’t feel pressured into saying it if you’re not ready yet. as long as he knows you feel the same way about him, i see no reason to push yourself to do something you feel so scared about. just let it come naturally,” chat noir reassured marinette, touching her shoulder gently as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“i… thank you.”

“it’s no problem, princess.”

“…who knew chat noir could be such a sap?” marinette teased, gaining some confidence back now that she felt a lot better. she couldn’t help but grin at his taken aback face.

“wow, and after i just gave you such heartfelt advice? now you’re just being a jerk,” he teased back, suddenly grabbing her around the waist and hugging her close to him. he liked the way her ears turned bright red.

“hey- lemme go, furball!” she exclaimed, suddenly bursting into laughter when clawed fingertips started scribbling against her belly.

“now you’re really just asking for it,” chat noir chuckled, keeping one hand on her quivering tummy while the other started creeping up her side. “i wonder how your boyfriend would react if he knew you were this ticklish, hm?”

“a-ahahadrien would nehehehever! he’s wahahahahay nihihihicer thahahahan you!” the blue-eyed teen squealed, desperately pushing at his hands. grrrr, she bet tikki was just really enjoying this!

“heh. yeah, i’m sure he is,” the cat hero responded smoothly, both hands digging into her sides now as marinette squirmed in his hold. maybe adrien would have to try this out, too.

“a-ahaha! i’m sohohohohorry! chahahahat, stohohohop!” marinette shrieked, bringing both her arms down to wrap around her ticklish sides. “plehehehease!”

“hmm, okay. i will. after you admit i’m not a sap, not a furball, and the most attractive person in all of paris,” he giggled, bringing both hands up to drill his fingers into her underarms. if marinette wasn’t a mess before, she was now.

“FIHIHIHINE! YOHOHOHOU’RE NOHOHOHOT A SAHAHAP, NOHOHOT A FUHUHURBALL, AHAHAND YOHOHOHOU AHAHARE MIHIHIHILDLY AHAHAHATTRACTIVE!”

“pft. good enough,” chat noir rolled his eyes, finally stopping his wiggling fingers and just wrapping her in a hug instead. he smiled at her as she caught her breath.

“and hey, don’t doubt yourself, okay? adrien is very lucky to have you and i’m sure he’s willing to wait for you. have a good night, marinette,” he whispered, squeezing her shoulders for a moment before letting her go and hopping back into the night. marinette couldn’t help but smile as well, rubbing the tickly sensations off of her as she watched the kitty’s figure get smaller and smaller.

no, she was the lucky one.

#jade’s requests #YAYYY finally finished this #i hope it’s good i honestly ran out of ideas the second i started typing this and just threw some stuff together #pls enjoy!#ler!chat noir #lee!marinette #ticklish!marinette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug tickling #tickle fic

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gracieo · 4 months

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💙🩵🤍🧡‼️

SILLYTIME!

Silly palette challenge! Inspired and referenced colors from the silly transmasc flag:

https://x.com/gendergasm/status/1736047554310083021?s=61&t=EX5aiOwgS27uVVK7L5eqNw

#PLS ENJOY!#WORKED HARD ON THIS ONE :D #HOORAYYY #gracieoart #splatoon #skittle #polished art #splatoon 3 #splatsona #OC art #splat ocs

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jumbletea · 2 years

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netflix sandman devouring my brain rn

#the sandman #jumble art #my art #netflix sandman #dream the endless #sandman fanart #fanart #i brought this into being between the hours of 1am and 3am #i cant think of anyhting else rn #no thoughts only morpheus #pls enjoy!

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mushiewrites · 2 years

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Mr. Kitzel

I got a very mean concept idea based off of this post from @cayjuno. I decided to put my own twist on it, so hopefully you all like it! (This is definitely NOT aimed at anyone specifically cough cough)

Dream, George and Sapnap come across a rather interesting find at the store, intrigued by the name of it. Dream puts it back, flustered and not wanting to look at it any longer, but George and Sapnap throw it back into their basket, forming a plan on what to use it for (or who to use it on) in their heads.

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 2.6k words)

Dream didn’t understand why George and Sapnap had to drag him along to the store. He had just started to get into the new show he had been waiting to see on Netflix when the two barged into his room, practically dragging the blonde out of the house as he protested the whole way to the car.

He now found himself aimlessly walking through the aisles of the miscellaneous store, mindlessly looking up and down all the shelves as something to do while Sapnap and George trailed ahead, talking between them about what they needed to make sure to grab. They had all turned down an aisle that contained self care items, including brushes, skin care, body lotion - those kinds of things.

Dream was barely focusing on anything at this point, but suddenly something caught his eye. It was a back scratcher, something he had seen a million times before. But weirdly enough, it seemed to have a label with another language on it. He reached down and pulled the package from where it was dangling, bringing it closer to him to see if it was all in a different language.

“Mr. Kitzel?” Dream practically jumped at the sudden voice coming from behind him, closer to his ear than he had anticipated. He turned his head to the side and met the dark brown eyes of George, who was smiling with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m not sure? I was trying to figure out what language this was more than anything.” George hummed in acknowledgment as Sapnap made his way over, taking the backscratcher from Dream’s hands and glancing over the words.

“I think it might be german? Hold on,” Sapnap reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and bringing up his translation app. He let out a chuckle when he read what it meant, turning his phone slightly to show George which made him turn slightly red with a nervous giggle. Dream was now the only one confused, and he was now rocking back and forth on his heels as he anxiously waited to see what was causing them to react like that.

“What is it? What does it mean?” Dream sounded a little annoyed, but he couldn’t help it! He was getting nervous, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. Probably because of the smirks George and Sapnap shared as they looked at Dream, the smaller of the boys shrugging his shoulders and handing Dream his phone. The blonde boy nearly choked, fumbling to give Sapnap his phone back when he read the translation on the screen.

Tickle. The translation was tickle. The backscratcher was literally called “Mr. Tickle”.

“What a funny coincidence!” George began, leaning closer to Dream and causing him to take a step back with a nervous giggle. “We know someone with a very ticklish back. Don’t we, Sapnap?”

“I think we do, George!” Sapnap agreed, also taking a step towards Dream with a teasy tone in his voice. He laughed as he watched Dream turn impossibly red, clearly loving how much their words were impacting the taller boy. Dream rolled his eyes with a huff before snatching the backscratcher out of Sapnaps hands to put back on the shelf.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s just get the stuff and go, I wanna go back to watching my show and ignoring you idiots.” Dream hung the backscratcher back on the shelf before turning quickly on his heels, walking away from the flustering situation. George and Sapnap giggled to themselves as the oldest boy grabbed the backscratcher again, throwing it into the basket and hiding it under the items they had already grabbed. They then followed quickly behind Dream, silently planning on ways they can use their brand new purchase.

After returning home, Dream placed the bags he was carrying in on the kitchen table before turning to walk back up the steps to his room. He heard quick footsteps behind him and he turned around, just narrowly avoiding Sapnap from lunging at him.

“What are you doing you idiot?!” Dream yelled out, giggling as Sapnap held up his fists and punched at Dream’s biceps. George walked over to them, giggling and rolling his eyes at Sapnap’s childish playing.

“Just hang out with us, Dream! You’ve been in your room all morning!” Sapnap whined out, slumping his shoulders and throwing his arms around Dream dramatically, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You’ll live,” Dream used both arms to finally pry Sapnap off and away from his body, George gripping onto the younger boy’s arms to hold him back from tackling Dream again. “I promise I only have a few more episodes and then I’m done! If you guys are streaming later when I’m done I’ll pop in then.”

Sapnap was about to protest when George elbowed him in the ribs, making him yelp and turn his head to meet his gaze. Dream watched in confusion as they seemingly were communicating, Sapnap suddenly smirking and staying quiet as he finally turned back to Dream to give him a thumbs up.

“I might stream later, so that sounds good. Just message me when you’re done.” George said nonchalantly, turning to walk back into the kitchen to unpack the bags. Sapnap gave him one last smirk before turning and following behind George to help. Dream felt a slight shiver down his spine but pushed it out of his mind, blaming the stupid “Mr. Kitzel” for being so on-edge. He made his way up the steps and a few minutes later was settled on his bed, laying on his stomach with his laptop in front of him while he was completely engrossed in the show. So engrossed, it would seem, that he unfortunately didn’t hear his door slowly opening or the footsteps of the two boys who quietly made their way over to Dream.

Dream let out a shriek at the sudden weight landing on the back of his thighs, feeling his heart rate increase as he jolted, almost knocking his laptop to the floor. He turned as best he could to see George straddling his upper thighs, smirking down at him with mischief in his eyes. Dream turned back around quickly, screeching again as he was met with two hazel eyes very close to his face.

“What the fuck?!” Dream began trying to buck up in an attempt to knock George off of him, but George just reached forward and gave his sides two quick squeezes as a warning. Dream yelped, burying his head in the blankets below him to stop a laugh from escaping. It was silent for a moment until heard the rustling of a bag from above him, making him lift his head slightly to see what was going on.

“Dream, you remember your good friend Mr. Kitzel, don’t you?” He suddenly felt his blood run cold as Sapnap held up the backscratcher from the store, now free from its packaging, and free for the two to use it however they wanted. His thrashing picked up, protesting between the nervous giggles that were now pouring out of him.

“It looks like he remembers.” George teased from above him, bringing his attention back to the hands that were still gripped onto his sides. Dream stilled, hoping that if he’s able to act unbothered maybe they would leave him alone. He was sadly mistaken, throwing himself into fight or flight mode as he felt his shirt being lifted up above his shoulder blades, exposing the freckly pale skin of his back to the cold air.

“Nohohoho no George plehehease! Plehease don’t!” Dream began to plead, not knowing what else to do besides kick his legs as hard as he could, hoping to catch George off guard and make him lose his balance. But while Dream was distracted with trying to knock George off of him, he suddenly felt a strong pull at both of his arms, causing his chin to drop against the bed as his arms were stretched above him. He was truly trapped now, barely able to move side to side at how stretched out he seemed to be.

“Why are you saying ‘please’? Are you asking to get more acquainted with Mr. Tickle?” George teased, leaning down to speak directly into Dream’s ear, making him rub it against his arm with a giggle to relieve the tingles he felt from the vibration of George’s voice.

“Nohoho! Fuck OFF!” he tried his best to sound aggressive, but it was pretty hard to pull off between all the high pitched squeaks and nervous giggles that he couldn’t seem to swallow.

“That’s ‘Mr. Kitzel’, George! At least treat our new friend with some respect and say his name in his native language!” Sapnap gasped in fake offense, making George fall into cackles at the ridiculousness of the entire situation.

“You’re right, thank you Sapnap!” Dream felt George lean back, settling into his place on his thighs as he began dragging the backscratcher down his spine slowly, causing Dream to scream out before falling into louder laughter, kicking his feet every few seconds to try and get the tickly energy out.

“Plehehehease don’t!” Dream was almost in stitches already as George continued to drag the backscratcher up and down his back, paying attention to the way he jolted whenever George ran it over his shoulder blades and his lower back.

“Oh c’mon Dream, show a little respect to our friend! He’s just saying hello!” Sapnap chuckled from above him. But Dream wasn’t looking up. His face was buried into the blankets below him, cackling as he tried to focus on anything but the tickly feeling along his back. Sapnap and George had known how ticklish his back was, and they were fully taking advantage of this. Dream was plotting his revenge, thinking about all the other boy’s bad spots when he suddenly jerked to the side, shrieking as he felt the backscratcher trace over the right side along the back of his ribs.

“Ohoho, what have we found here, Dream? Did Mr. Kitzel find something good? A very ticklish spot, perhaps?” he heard the oldest boy giggle as he continued to drag the claw over and over and over, up and down the back of his ribs, not stopping even as Dream thrashed more violently, yanking at his arms and kicking his feet against the pillows.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHU GUHUHYS!” Dream could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, lifting his head up to plead with Sapnap, giving him his best puppy eyed look - well, the best he could while being tickled to death.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Dreamie,” the blonde squealed at that, trying to bury his face further into the blankets at the flustering teases Sapnap was whispering dangerously close to his ears. “Or should I be saying kitzel kitzel kitzel?”

Dream didn’t know why but that flustered him just as much as the english word, and he continued to laugh hysterically as George switched to dragging the backscratcher all over the back of his ribs on his left side. Dream was laughing so hard he let out a long wheeze, gasping for breaths between his cackles as he continued to kick his legs as much as he could. He was so frantic now that George almost lost his balance, having to grab onto Dream’s waist to keep his place on his thighs.

“Okay okahay Dreamlee, we’re almost done. We know how ticklish you are on your back, so we won’t go overboard,” he plopped his face back into the blanket, still giggling as George rubbed over his back with both his hands, helping him calm down. “We just wanna do one more spot, is that okay?”

Dream felt his face heat up even more, no doubt that his ears were also bright red at this point. He let out a tiny, high pitched squeak before nodding his head slightly. George let out a puff of air through his nose, smirking and shaking his head slightly at how adorable Dream was when he was completely flustered. Sapnap switched from holding onto Dream’s wrists to holding his hands, running his thumbs along the back of Dream’s hands to help ground him as well.

“Alright you little giggle bug, are you ready for the finale?” Dream let out another whine at that, nodding again before freezing up as he felt the claw placed between his shoulder blades. He bit his lips, his eyes wide even as he continued to hide his face against the blankets. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last - he knew that they knew it was one of the most sensitive spots on his body.

George turned the scratcher sideways, dragging it up and over each shoulder blade. Dream was howling, kicking pathetically and squeezing Sapnap’s hands tightly, not knowing what to do with himself. All he knew was that it tickled, and it tickled so much, and tickled so bad. He heard George and Sapnap giggling as he continued to laugh hysterically under them.

“Jesus Dream, I’ve never seen someone so ticklish on their upper back before.” Sapnap let out another giggle, watching goosebumps form along the pale skin as George dragged the metal claw above his shoulder blades, just below the nape of Dreams neck. They watched as the bumps sprouted along the bigger boys back and down his arms, cooing about how adorable and ticklish he was.

“STOHOHOP I CAHAHAN’T HELP IHIHIT!” Dream could feel the tears on his cheeks at this point, completely lost in how ticklish this backscratcher felt against his back. He melted into the blankets, going limp and giving up completely to the tickly feeling that was quickly spreading all over his back. “P-PLEHEHEASE PLEASE STOHOHOP I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

George and Sapnap shared a look before Sapnap gently loosened his grips on his hands, again beginning the rub the backs of them with his thumbs while George put “Mr. Kitzel” down on the bed, beginning to massage the ghost tickles from Dream’s back.

“You doin okay down there, ticklish?” Sapnap asked after a few minutes, Dream letting out a little whine at the nickname he chose for him.

“T-Thahat was cruehehehel.” He finally managed to get out between breaths, finally calming down and taking big gulps of air to regulate his breathing. George slipped off his thighs and plopped next to him on the bed, holding the backscratcher in his hands and watched as Dream finally sat up with a groan. Sapnap and George giggled quietly at how messed up Dream’s hair was, curls flying in every direction.

“We’re sorry, Dreamie, you know we had to,” George chuckled from next to him, reaching his hand to rub a stray tear from Dream’s cheek. “We knew someone as ticklish as you needed to meet Mr. Kitzel.”

“Yeah? Well, ‘Mr. Kitzel’ is going to meet the dumpster after this so he can’t torture anyone else.” Dream quickly snatched the backscratcher from George’s hands and sprinted from the room before they could register what the blonde boy was doing, scrambling to their feet to follow after Dream.

Dream wound up hiding Mr. Kitzel from them, and wouldn’t give up the hiding spot no matter how much they annoyed (and tortured) him. George and Sapnap eventually gave up, huffing about how he ruined the fun for them.

And if George and Sapnap had bought three more “Mr. Kitzel”’s in preparation for a situation like this, well, Dream would find out soon enough.