#Filled

[fullcravings]

Fluffy Yeast Doughnuts

[sassandtats]

Fuuucking annoyed tbh

[nhasablogg]

hi! if possible- I’d honestly lOVE a fic if steddie with Eddie just- really enjoying underarm tickles when Steve’s in a playful mood bc it’s Eddie’s ‘silly noise’ spot :3

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Steve knew Eddie was very much not as calm as he tried to present himself as, and because of it he made sure to be as slow and cruel as possible. Listen, he wasn’t a mean guy - some would even call him sweet when they got to know him - but when it came to Eddie and this particular spot, Steve couldn’t help himself. Besides, who kept their arms up when it clearly only led to tickles? Eddie Munson apparently. And Steve loved that Eddie Munson did that.

It could have been a regular night with the two of them watching TV, but Eddie, who was lying on Steve’s lap between his legs, all but trapped between them, had decided to wrap his arms around him. Raising them and groping for him from behind before hooking them beneath Steve’s shoulders and leaving them there. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but Eddie didn’t fidget whatsoever. Not even when Steve, taking the bait, had started gently running his fingertips over his torso. He knew what Eddie wanted, and so he made him sweat a bit for it. Belly, ribs, sides and hips, over and over for ages before he decided to finally go for his underarms. Steve had once called them Eddie’s silly noise spot, because the way he spluttered and squealed and giggled when tickled there was both endearing and ridiculous. To his credit he was keeping relatively quiet, though Steve really had only just started.

He couldn’t see his face, but he assumed he had his eyes tightly shut. He could certainly feel his nails digging into his shoulders. If Eddie wanted, he could easily turn the tables. But Eddie didn’t want that. Eddie wanted Steve to torture him for as long as he could stand it before finally pinning him to the couch to pull him apart properly. Eddie had made sure to be a brat all day in order to deserve that.

Steve felt himself smiling. They didn’t really talk about this, but he knew he was doing a good job of reading him. In turn, Eddie would reward him greatly later, once he’d stopped gasping for air.

“This is my favorite scene,” he said, having never seen the movie before, and Eddie nodded with a strangled sound that Steve could make him repeat but didn’t. “This movie’s kinda funny, isn’t it?”

Eddie made another sound, this time sliding down a bit so that Steve had perfect access to the strip of skin showing between his shirt and pants, but he remained at Eddie’s armpits, slowly circling them and knowing Eddie was both cursing and thanking the fact that he was wearing a tank top.

“You’re not laughing, though,” he continued. “Don’t you think it’s funny?”

“N-no-”

“Oh, that simply won’t do. Your sense of humor’s broken. We gotta fix that, don’t we?”

As if having waited for Steve’s permission, Eddie started giggling before he’d even done anything different. His laughter, sweet laughter, ping ponged between giddy and hysteric, occasionally teetering into the incomprehensible sounds Steve adored so much. Steve knew he needed to switch tactics if he wanted Eddie to make sillier noises, but he kind of enjoyed the way his partner remained glued to him and letting him do what he wanted. Once the silly noises started, so would the thrashing, which was lovely in itself, but different. Steve was comfortable where he was lying anyway.

“Oh, now you’re laughing, huh?” he said, grinning as Eddie dug his nails even deeper into his skin. “What’s so funny now?”

Eddie turned his face so that he was pressing it into Steve’s arm. Steve could imagine him biting it when it became too much and steeled himself for that possibility. He still was being pretty gentle, but sometimes that was what sent him over the edge. He kept circling the skin, dragging his nails lightly over it. Ticklish shocks keeping Eddie giggling. Steve���s legs keeping him in place. His arms were held up entirely on their own.

“You’re doing so good,” Steve mumbled, his only acknowledgement of what was actually happening. Eddie’s groan made him laugh.

The movie ended, credits rolling. Eddie was still giggling.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Could you do one where Sirius is a Gryffindor outcast after getting sorted and gets attacked/bullied by Gryffindors and Slytherins alike and James defends him :D

Sirius is a child, but he's not an idiot. He knows that, in addition to his parents being unhappy about his Sorting, Slytherins are unhappy about his Sorting. Gryffindors too. He's pissed off his parents-- and all the extended family-- a fair few times by age eleven, but it's something else entirely to have people his age upset. The adults in his family would get mad, but he knew exactly how to deal with that anger; the other students are cruel, and he's lost as for how to handle it.

Like he said, he's not an idiot. He knows that there's nothing he can do to make the other students like him. With his family, if he went to another room and waited half an hour, they'd be fine. With his peers, waiting doesn't seem to do anything except-- maybe-- make them think he's weak. He doesn't understand how trying to give someone space to stop being angry counts as weak, but when he gives them space, the next time they see him, it's twice as bad like they're having a contest with themselves.

The bright spot in all of this is James. They became friends on the Hogwarts Express, and when he Sorted into Gryffindor, it cemented their relationship as best friends. James is sticking with him and hasn't faltered, not for an instant.

When Sirius finds a massive nest of snakes in his bed, James helps him clean it up without a second thought-- though he, like Sirius, isn't thrilled about picking up so many snakes. They're both visibly nervous about it and pretending otherwise, and neither one pokes fun; if they both pretend that it doesn't bother them, maybe that makes it true. When ink explodes in his bag, coating everything in it and ruining his homework, James is right there beside him, telling the professors that he completed it and shouldn't be punished. When one shoe of every pair in his wardrobe goes missing, James lends him a pair of his own.

It goes on and on, these things charitably called 'pranks' by Professor McGonagall. Sirius thinks it's more mean-spirited than that, and while they don't talk about it, he knows James thinks the same. It's not happening to everyone. It's not happening to all the first years or all the Gryffindors, and it's not happening to all so-called blood traitors; it's just him. It's just him, and everyone's in on it except his dormmates, so no one even tries to hide it when they're the guilty party. 

One day-- after cleaning up a bucket of bugs someone dumped on Sirius's head-- James turns to him with a grin, teeth glinting, and says, "I have an idea."

Two hours later, O'Connell and Smith scream and run out of their dormitory, sending Sirius and James into peals of laughter. They don't get detention for it, even when the two fourth years go to Professor McGonagall with their accusations; "It's a harmless prank," she says dismissively, and Sirius likes her more knowing that it's how she responds to everyone, not just him.

"Mission one was a success," James says, chest puffed out in pride of a job well done.

"Mission one?" Sirius asks. "Is this going to be a habit?"

"Of course. We can't let them get away with it, the arseholes."

Peter and some bloke named Remus are the only dormmates in the room with them, and it's obvious they're listening, though they are pretending not to.

"The first one went off without a hitch. We make a good team," James says, elbowing him companionably. "And there's eighty-one more people we need to get. Well- maybe more like sixty?" he amends. He pulls a sheet of parchment out from his bedside table and squints at it. "Some people are on here more than once."

"You kept track?" 

"Of course." 

He's endlessly charmed by that, by how James cares so much about him that he's been keeping track of this from the beginning and never once faltered in believing they'd get revenge one day. Sirius peers over his shoulder at the list; it's not just names. "You wrote down the date?"

"And the offense."

Ink. Shoes. Snakes in bed. Bed is underlined three times. Paint-- red. Maggots. Snake-- one, big. Paint-- black. Dead mice. Black bird. Paint-- green. On and on the list goes, some with details, like the colour of the paint or the location it happened. Sirius skims the whole list and can't think of a single one that's missing. "Wow."

"What do you think-- chronological, or by severity?"

"Random," Sirius decides. "I don't want anyone to know if they're next."

They share a grin, an expression that promises not just revenge, but a puzzle that needs solving-- what exactly they should do for each of these, what will make the punishment equal the crime. They don't have time to plan before supper, which is a shame.

Sirius has it in his head the revenge is how they're going to operate, so he's surprised when-- after a passing upperclassman 'accidentally' spills burning hot soup down his back-- James flings a handful of green beans at their face without a moment's hesitation. Then, apparently deciding that wasn't enough, James throws mashed potatoes, which make a comical splat as it covers their eyes. It's enough to have Sirius laughing, forgetting for a few moments the pain prickling along his back.

James gets detention for that-- so does the second year instigator-- but he's unrepentant and winks at Sirius the moment Professor Grubbly-Plank looks away. Warmth blooms in Sirius's chest, bright and resilient and addictive. He wants it to be like this for the rest of his life.

[beatleskinkmeme]

Based on the fact that John was Linda's favourite Beatle growing up: Sometime in the '70s, Linda tells/confesses to Paul her old fantasies about John. Paul gets off on it.

Filled Here

[wiirocku]

Psalm 86:15 (NLT) - But You, O Lord, are a God of compassion and mercy, slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love and faithfulness.

[izzyrarepairkinkmeme]

[IZZY/CREW +FREE USE +EXHIBITIONISM]

Izzy lived and sailed off with the crew. Ed and Stede come back to the revenge after a little while.

Not being the captains and having to do crew work takes some getting used to, watching Izzy get bent over any available surface whenever the mood strikes a crew member even more.

♠

[fullcravings]

Raspberry Cupcakes with Raspberry Filling and Russian Buttercream

[sassandtats]

Henlo it’s been a while

[nhasablogg]

Honestly I’m a sucker for ticklish necks 🫠🙂‍↔️ could I request a Red white and royal blue fic? Maybe one during the beginning of their relationship, or even better, when they were still only a situationship. I think that adds to the teasing. They make our and Alex kisses Henry’s neck and chaos ensues 🙏🏼🥹🥰Thank you so much 😊

To Henry’s credit, he was doing a pretty good job at pretending as if he wasn’t in ticklish agony. Alex had debated moving on to another spot; had briefly imagined Henry moaning and writhing beneath him as he pressed his lips over tender skin, but just as he’d started shifting Henry had let out his one and only giggle thus far and Alex had known he had to stay. Had known he had to see this through.

He ran the tip of his nose over Henry’s Adam's Apple before kissing him again, that spot beneath his chin where the skin was soft. He’d noticed that that spot coaxed the most noises out of Henry, probably substitutes to the giggles he wouldn’t let out. He liked lingering there for a bit before moving downward, to the area that made him want to fight Alex off the most. He’d been doing this for a while. It must’ve felt good, somewhere between the ticklishness, otherwise Henry probably wouldn’t have let him continue for this long.

The thing was, he knew Henry was ticklish. Knew what the twitchiness meant whenever Alex gripped his sides to keep him in place. Knew that he didn’t just find it funny whenever Alex kissed his inner thigh or lower back. But they’d never talked about it. Alex had never tickled him on purpose. That was, as far as he was aware, not what you did when you slept together but weren’t together.

But Henry was also Alex’s friend, and so he couldn’t find it in him to let go of the opportunity to tease. “Jesus, Henry, you’re so ticklish.”

The sound that came out of him as Alex mumbled the words into his throat was a mix between indignation and a choked out laugh. “M’not.”

“You so are.”

“N-no.”

“Then why are you doing everything in your power not to shove me off right now?”

Henry huffed and pulled Alex’s hair - oh my god, what the fuck - to get him to look at him. “You’re so annoying.”

“You haven’t told me to stop.” Alex grinned, tracing a finger over the nape of Henry’s neck. “You haven’t told me it’s too much, although your body’s making it real obvious it tickles like hell.”

“Alex.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

Henry narrowed his eyes, a faint blush finding its way to his cheeks the way Alex knew it would. He wasn’t easy to rile up, but Alex had his ways. Knew he felt his most vulnerable when Alex took charge like this.

“If you’re ticklish-” Alex’s finger on his neck now. “-you don’t have to pretend you’re not.” Pausing beneath his chin. “I can keep kissing you anyway.” A curl of his fingers, making Henry finally, finally, scrunch up his shoulders. “You can giggle all you want.”

“I don’t giggle,” Henry replied, voice higher in pitch, almost a whine.

“Not yet.” Alex leaned closer again, lips skimming his skin. “I bet I can make you though.”

“Alex-”

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

Alex let Henry take three breaths before he dove back in, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t aiming to tickle now with his kisses. And Henry, in turn, wasn’t pretending this wasn’t tickling him. In fact, it seemed to take all his strength not to push him off. Hands gripping sheets and Alex’s shirt and occasionally Alex’s hair, but never shoving him off. Curses and pleads and so many giggles but never telling him to stop.

“This is so fucking adorable,” Alex said, laughing into Henry’s neck which only seemed to tickle him even more. “You do know I’ll never let this go, right?”

“Oh, I know.” How he managed to make that sound hot through his giggles was beyond him.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Regulus is younger than canon, and Sirius is finally promoted to run away from home after he comes home in 1975 and finds his brother covered in bruises and discovers their mother had used the cruciatus on him. He turns up at the Potter’s with no prior warning with a six year-old Regulus in tow.

Established James/Sirius, lots of hurt/comfort and angst, and Regulus is adorable and Sirius will do literally anything for his baby brother.

((A/N: Warning for non-specific child abuse in keeping with the prompt))

"Hey. How are things at the death house?"

Sirius snorts. "This isn't the death house, this is the grim house. Death house is over in Wales, I'm afraid."

"Ah, my mistake. It's easy to get confused when your father died so recently; you understand."

Sirius should maybe not find that funny, considering how recently that death was. But his father was a distant figure at best, and at most realistic, a weird hermit that sometimes showed up during the winter hols to state that Sirius was bigger than before. He laughs, then glances over his shoulder to make sure his mum didn't hear that-- all clear. He looks back to the mirror. "It's fine. Well," he corrects a moment later, "it's weird. Mum's been acting so strange, and I swear, it's as if Regulus doesn't even exist. He's six. I remember being noticeable at six, but I never see him running around or yelling or anything I did at that age."

"Maybe he's just a quiet child. I've heard they exist," James grins.

"We're Black's. Making a scene is in our blood."

"He's got time to learn. And it's only been a day. Maybe he's intimidated by you or something. How's your mum acting weird, anyway? Is it because you didn't go to the funeral?"

"I dunno." That would be a plausible explanation, but he's not sure that's it. She sent a Howler when he didn't show, and that's usually enough to get it out of her system. Sirius chews on his lip as he tries to think of an example. "Just off. Like when you tell a joke and they do laugh but there's a pause that shouldn't be there. It's not something you can put your finger on, but you can sense it."

"I think I know what you mean, but your mother is kind of always like that to me." His head turns, listening to something Sirius can't catch, then he's waving goodbye. "Mum's calling me, got to go. Remember to ask your mum when you can come spend the night. I miss you."

"I'll ask her first thing. Love you."

"Love you too." James presses a smacking kiss to the mirror that makes Sirius laugh, and then he's gone.

Sirius heads to his room and cleans up a bit. Merlin, did his mum tell Kreacher to not clean his room while he was at Hogwarts? He didn't pay it any mind last night because he was tired, but there's a layer of dust that shouldn't be here. Come to think of it, Kreacher didn't make dinner last night, either. Has he seen Kreacher at all since he's been back? There's no way he died; Mother would've been more upset about that than her husband, and he would've heard about it.

What probably happened is that she got pissed when Sirius told her where she could shove her plans for his future and told Kreacher to not do things for him. It would explain the room, and if he's not supposed to do things for Sirius, then avoiding him is the best route. Damn it. That does sound like something she'd do. Sirius sighs and settles in for a deeper clean than he planned, because who knows how long it's been? 

His housekeeping spells are a bit shoddy but he does alright. He unpacks, switches out the photo in the picture frame by his bed. It goes from one photo of him and James to a different photo of him and James. The pictures look so similar, he notes. They took it at the same part of Hogwarts, but it hadn't been on purpose, so there's the same archway, flowers, even the same family of birds. The only thing that looks different about it is the signs of aging, losing just that more baby fat and getting taller. Their smiles are the same, though.

"Oh shit," he says after seeing the time. He almost missed dinner.

Or at least that's what he thought until he gets downstairs and doesn't see anyone. Nothing on the table, no one in the seats. "Mum? Regulus? Mum?" Nothing. "Kreacher?" Still nothing. He frowns. That's odd. "Mum?" he calls again, checking the sitting room. When he finds no one, he throws up his hands. Guess it's just him for dinner. He heads to the basement-- that's where the good stuff is. A nice cut of meat, a bottle of wine...

He opens the door, and there's the nearly imperceptible pop of a silencing charm being broken followed by screams. "What the-" Sirius races down the stairs, eyes widening in horror at what he sees. Between one breath and the next, his wand is in his hand and he stuns his mother. She collapses, the spell lifting off Regulus simultaneously. Regulus is gasping for breath, the effort interrupted too often with sobs and whines of pain. "It's okay, it's okay," Sirius promises, although he doesn't know how it's going to be okay since their mother seems to have lost her fucking mind and there's no one here for him to ask for help.

When Sirius picks him up, Regulus clings to him, small hands fisted in his robes with a strength he shouldn't have. He figures that out when he tries to put Regulus down so he can re-pack what he just unpacked and can't get him free. There's no time to find a better solution, so he shifts to holding him with one arm and has his wand in the other. It's a hack-job of packing, but his room is in his bag, and that's what's important. He goes to Regulus's room-- in a poor state of disrepair, really what happened to Kreacher?-- and does the same there. 

Regulus's tears are silent now, but there's still the occasional gasp of pain as Sirius moves. This is more than the Cruciatus Curse at work. He needs a healer, but Sirius can hardly show up at St. Mungo's like this. He's not an adult, and Regulus is so young that they'd insist on calling Walburga in which would just make matters worse. He needs- James. Yes, that's true, he needs James. James is good at healing spells and knows more of them than Sirius does, and although he never planned on taking the Potter's up on their offer, they'd long since told Sirius that he was welcome there anytime.

He isn't looking forward to going through the floo holding someone, but he doesn't have a lot of options right now. Regulus is too shaken to use the floo on his own, and he won't let go of Sirius to try. 

He grabs a handful of floo powder, steps inside... and then is ejected back into the room at Grimmauld Place. "Bugger," he mutters. Mum must've closed the floo. Why would she do that? It made no bloody sense- but then he can't expect her to make sense at all right now, since hurting Regulus is also senseless. Why would she...? Just why?

The floo isn't an option. He doesn't have money for the Knight Bus ever since Mum stopped giving him an allowance when he was thirteen. He doesn't know how to take a Muggle bus, much less if it could get him from Grimmauld Place to the Potter's house. That leaves flying, he realises with a grimace. There are brooms in the cupboard under the stairs and he grabs one. He's not fond of flying and he's never done it with a passenger before, but he has no other choice.

"We have to fly, and then we'll get you some help, okay?"

Regulus gives no response. Shit.

Sirius doesn't think about much as he flies. Mostly he's worried about Regulus falling off the broom if he suddenly decides to let go of Sirius's robes, and the rest of his thoughts are occupied with wondering if James will be happy to see him or just stressed out. 

He doesn't give any thought to how it'll look to the Potter's when they open the door and see him holding a shaky six year old, asking for help, but then he's stood there, looking at them as they take in the sight he makes, and it occurs to him that calling James on the mirror wouldn't have gone amiss.

*

After a hundred different healing and diagnostic spells-- who knew Mrs. Potter trained to be a healer after Hogwarts?-- Regulus is doing better and is asleep. Of course, he's asleep on Sirius's lap, so even though all he wants is to curl up on top of James, he can't. Mr. and Mrs. Potter are in the other dining room, discussing what to do from here. Sirius thinks his mother must be under the influence of a spell, but he knows they don't believe that. Whether she is or not, she won't be able to take care of Regulus any time soon-- even if she could, there's no way Regulus would want to go back. And Sirius doesn't want to be in the house with her either.

"What are you thinking?" James asks. He keeps his voice down to not wake up Regulus. Sirius does the same when he responds.

"That this is fucked."

"Yeah. Bit of an understatement," James says with a grimace. "That stuff I said on the mirror-"

Sirius shakes his head, cutting him off. "You couldn't know. No one could've guessed my mum would turn barmy overnight." He glances towards the door to the dining room, hoping that something will slip through from the Potter's conversation and he'll know what they're thinking.

"What do you think will happen?" James asks, following the direction of his thoughts.

"I dunno," he replies, but it's a lie. Barely a second later, he adds, "Emancipation for me. Housing Regulus with the closest relative willing to take him in. Cygnus and Druella won't do it, they said they were done being around kids after me." And they meant it. "Bellatrix would, except she doesn't want any kids. Andromeda's next in line, and she'll say yes, unless Ted has some problem with it. So I guess I find somewhere to stay, and he goes off with Andromeda."

"If you're emancipated, couldn't you take him in?"

"Legally that would work, but we've still got Hogwarts."

"Stay here."

Sirius stares at him. He wants to and hopes more than anything that it's offered to him officially, but... "Your parents-"

"Would let you. Mum and Dad adore you. This is probably what they're talking about in there. C'mon, you know they wanted more than one kid. After tonight, they might have two more, and they’ll be bloody thrilled."

*

Several years later

"We're summoned to Hogwarts," Sirius says.

"Again?"

"Yep. What do you think he did this time?"

"Nothing worth us getting dragged up there," James groans. "We got up to all sorts when we were in school, and they only called our parents in once. Regulus isn't half as bad as we were."

"Yeah, well we didn't get caught."

James blinks, thinking that over. "I forgot that bit," he says candidly, making Sirius laugh. "He's in Slytherin, shouldn't he be better at sneaking around?"

"Yeah, I asked him about that, apparently it's a myth. Snape was not the best sample to base the rest on, he says. Or he's playing the long game and lying to me, but I really think they don't care as much as we thought."

"Huh." James looks like his entire worldview has changed. Sirius remembers having the same reaction when Regulus told him. It's made Sirius wonder why Slytherin has the terrible reputation because they largely don't break the rules, but Gryffindors are viewed as better when they broke the rules, often just to see if they can get away with it.

They floo over to Hogwarts, and Professor Dumbledore is there to greet them. "I hope this didn't interrupt anything important."

"It's fine," James says.

"Do you want to tell us what this is about before we get in there?" Sirius asks, loping his arm through James's as they walk. 'Disgustingly domestic' is what Regulus calls them, and Sirius is happy to keep proving him correct.

People say that Regulus is in his 'rebellious phase'; Sirius doesn't believe it. He's not rebelling and he's not acting out, he's having fun. Experimenting, even. Loosing five dozen roosters in the Great Hall sounds hilarious, and Sirius is sorry they didn't think of it when they were in school. And the hair dye thing? Completely harmless. Giving all the house elves twelve hours off made Sirius lose his composure laughing-- something he tried not to do while in the office being told about it-- but Regulus wanted to see what would happen to the running of the castle without them. Freeing the hippogriff in Care of Magical Creatures was an accident, so it hardly counts, even though he got detention for it.

There's a wide range of possibilities, and Sirius doesn't know which kind they're expecting today.

"I'm afraid it's a rather delicate matter. Mr. Black has asked that you not be told anything without him in the room, and given the nature of this... incident, I agreed."

James and Sirius share a worried look, and they're thinking the same thing: we're too young to be raising a teenager. Wasn't it just yesterday they were walking these halls themselves? That feels like the truth, but simultaneously, it was a lifetime ago. Sirius is only ten years older than Regulus, but shortly after graduating Hogwarts, Mr. and Mrs. Potter had died, leaving them alone with the responsibility of raising him. They asked for help from Andromeda where they could, but she had her own child to raise, and their schedules were never so aligned that they could ask for her assistance at the drop of a hat.

Sirius squeezes James's hand and gets a comforting squeeze in response. Right. They can handle this, like they handled everything else. Regulus threw them curveballs sometimes, but they always worked through it in the end.

[iina-st4r]

Jjk men got my mind cumbuzzling😩

[thelordismylightandmysalvation]

Verse of the Day - Habakkuk 2:14

[wiirocku]

Psalm 94:19 (NLT) - When doubts filled my mind, Your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.

[aztecbrujeria]

I need slow lazy sex with Gyomei right now!!!!!!!!!