#Neck tickles are so underrated

[switchy-feathers]

neck tickles, but it’s someone burying their face into the lee’s neck and planting tickly kisses all over their jaw so they can’t fight it at all>>>>>

[itaipava]

— forms of non-sexual intimacy with f1 boys.

˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS

kind of intimacy where you guys do things together that lead to inside jokes and private memories; a beautiful feeling of closeness that comes from working in unison. sometimes it's so subtle and unexpected, it's like the two of you lose your way going somewhere the two of you have never been and one is responsible for the driving and the other for the navigation. maybe a bit of a fight here and there, but both  still working together to reach your destination and knowing you’re never really lost as long as the other is around.

˒ ⌕ GEORSE RUSSELL

kind of intimacy where actions speak louder than words. making - or at least trying - each other's lives a little easier, a little lighter, a little smoother, a little prettier, and a little more bearable. having breakfast ready so you don't forget it when you're in a hurry. wash and dry dishes together after dinner. leaving little love notes in your things to make you smile. the little things he would do only for those he is really close to.

˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ

his favorite form of intimacy is where the two of you give each other undivided and unique attention when you're together; being as busy as he is and having a lot to think about, there's something so beautiful and comforting about focusing on just one person: you. that means ignoring notifications and anything that bothers him aside when he's with you. leaving certain places earlier to spend more time with you. looking adoringly into each other's eyes at random moments where you can swear there are only the two of you in the world.

˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC

distracted physical touches, usually out of habit. when you are watching tv; he reaches out and strokes your hair, plays with your earlobes, or nudges you gently with his foot. and even when you are in public or with other people, he finds himself playing with your hands, your fingers, tracing patterns on your palm or the back of your hand with his thumb, all while casually conversing with another person.

˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON

bathing together; the form of intimacy in which you fully discover yourself and can appreciate every physical aspect while sharing a genuine and loving atmosphere. him gently washing your body with care and delicacy, as if he had all the time in the world to discover every little universe hidden in your body; he leaves soft kisses on your shoulder and neck as he washes your hair, which makes you smile because together with the little ripples of hot water they tickle your skin. being totally comfortable in each other's presence is what he's always wanted for the two of you since the beginning, and seeing your love growing every day makes his heart race with happiness in his chest.

˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI

the form of intimacy that grows on common interests and activities. for him, there's nothing quite like coming together because of a mutual love for a particular tv show, or during an animated monopoly game or mobile games, or an underrated book. thinking about each other whenever see or hear about it. simple but precious memories resulting from losing sleep because you were too excited at that show or playing together all night.

˒ ⌕ LIAM LAWSON

the kind of intimacy that only grows and flourishes with time, the true meaning of “making life” together. the kind where the two of you help each other grow in every aspect of life; supporting and rooting for each other's victory but also being there and taking care of each other in defeats. it's when you start to know each other's thoughts, times and patterns as if there is an invisible bond that grows each day between the two of you; like it always connects the two of you even when you're not physically together. it's the form of intimacy where you only know and understand each other on a very deep level.

˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN

a kind of pure, genuine intimacy that encourages each other; listen to each other's dreams, fears, stories and secrets without judgment and show that no matter what, you will be there for each other. always cheering and supporting each other's hobbies, which always makes your heart warm to remember that someone is genuinely rooting for you and that even if you fail, that person will not give up on you.

[sl0t4matt]

k. yildiz bf! headcanons

thank you to the person requesting i’ve been meaning to write abt him, he’s so underrated!!!



❀ bf! kenan, who was your best friend before you even started dating.

❀bf! kenan, who’s family tried to set the both of you up just because they loved you so much.

❀ bf! kenan that you were first sceptical about when he confessed his love for you, since you knew your friend doesn’t do relationships and usually has 5 different situation-ships. you never want to be just an option for him.

❀ “please, y/n just one chance i wouldn’t say this if i didn’t mean it, i would never want to throw our friendship away like that.” the truth was that you also liked him, but you knew you could never get in a serious relationship with him, according to the way he acts.

❀ he had to explain to you somehow that he does means it seriously, so soon enough he brought you to your favourite place. the place you and kenan had been going to since you were younger. the beach. he told you everything. from how he had always loved you but kept denying himself to now. he counts every single thing about you that makes him love you, naming even little things like how your nose would get all scrunched up when you found something cringey.

❀bf! kenan, that has always been the sweetest with kids and loves to play with them.

❀bf! kenan, that would tell you all about the new football players he’s been meeting. you’re so proud of him for making it this far.

❀ bf! kenan, that would call you turkish pet names like: askim, kalbim, güzelim.

❀ bf! kenan, who buys you a ticket for his games wether you ask or not. he just loves having and seeing you there. it also gives him way more of a want to score, knowing you’re there. you don’t exactly mind it, considering you always loved watching football ever since you were younger. (always watching it with you brother and dad) but now you especially do because it’s your boyfriend that’s on the field. of course you’re scared for his safety on every one of his matches but that just goes with it.

❀ bf! kenan, that takes you out out on fancy dinner dates every time he can, treating you like the complete opposite of his pervious situation-ships. of course him paying for the both of you. he thinks no woman should ever have to pay for a date. he’s a big gentleman with you.

❀ bf! kenan, that buys you cute lingerie. if he’s the only one to see it, might as well buy it!

❀ bf! kenan, that you would poke in the ribs and tickle every time you see the opportunity to. he’s the most ticklish person you’ve ever met, that makes it so funny for you doing it.

❀ bf! kenan, who only lets you do his eyebrow-cut because one: he doesn’t trust anyone enough to and two: he once fucked up bad doing it himself when he you weren’t there, so he’s scared to do it again. you never were one to moan about it, though. you knew he was shit at stuff like that.

❀ bf! kenan, who’s love language is kissing your neck, leaving you with loving marks.

❀ bf! kenan, that puts his controller away only for you, no one else. there were days where you would sit on his lap while he played his weekly fifa sessions with his teammates. you would grind your butt on him, teasingly to let him know to stop and he immediately did, almost jumping out of the chair.

❀ bf kenan, that takes you with him to turkey whenever the world cup starts. not only focussing on his upcoming games but also his girlfriend. he would take you to all different type of places. from the city to the small homey like towns beside the city.

[avenging-fandoms]

The Beach - John B Routledge

Summary: You're new to the Pogues, you've been with them for over a year. Sarah and John B have been broken up for a little bit after he found out she cheated, and you hadn't had a boyfriend since you left Rafe on the boat. He takes you and his friends to the beach- only to run into your ex and his friends. One can only imagine when the Kooks and Pogues clash again.

Content warning: Violence, mentions of kidnapping and drugging.

Word count: 2,840

hi hi hi! look a little different? i wanted to umph up my writings and i feel very proud currently. i've quit writing on here a lot but i should just stop posting about it because i end up getting a new fixation or one comes back and i start writing again

this one is a bit long, i got a little carried away. i just love john b and feel he's so underrated

so hi or hello again! i can't wait to hear all your ideas!

please like and reblog!!

(divider credit: @enchanthings )

“The waves are gorgeous today, you comin’?” John B holds onto the doorframe as he leans in your room. You close your book a bit, eyes narrowing.

“I don’t surf, John B. But I’d love to watch you surf.” You smile softly and put your bookmark in, standing up and stretching after spending a few hours in your bed.

John B took in every inch of you as you lean your head back. Cold air sucks through his teeth slowly as his eyes watch your muscles tighten on your stomach, your arms above your head, listening to the soft grunts and whimpers you make.

John B clears his throat, blinking a few times. “Right, uh, I’ll-we’ll be in the Twinkie.” You stand up straight and nod, turning away from him. John B turns quickly on his heels and sighs, running a hand through his hair and heading outside.

JJ is tying the last board to the top of the van when you come out of the house in your bikini and one of John B’s button ups. Kiara spots you first and smirks, nudging JJ who whistles. Sarah rolls her eyes.

You hop in behind the driver’s seat, pushing your sunglasses on your head and putting your bag between your feet. “I packed a few snacks, I didn’t know if there was a cooler or anything but I didn’t want you guys to get hungry.” You smile softly at the Pouges and they all thank you, JJ offering a beer in return, which you decline. You did share his joint with him.

The Pogues found you on the boat where they were saving their friend Sarah, John B’s girlfriend at the time. Rafe had taken you on board as his girlfriend-hostage. You told him you didn’t want to go but Rose gave you and Sarah a tea to make you sleepy, and Rafe hated himself for it.. for a few weeks.

The Pogues didn’t know you and you didn’t know them, but they couldn’t leave you behind. You jumped in the water and John B pulled you into their boat, making sure you were okay before speeding away.

It was awkward the first few days. You didn’t say much and they didn’t try to initiate conversation- except for John B.

No matter if you were sitting by yourself, he made sure to go over and make sure you felt included. He’d bring you over to the group if they were playing a game, and when they played 21 questions, you opened up to them a bit more.

You were still hesitant around them, not speaking up when someone asks what they should do or telling someone they’re wrong. You were new and didn’t feel like you had a right to speak up, as you weren’t technically a Pogue.

John B parks on the beach and you smile, dropping your sunglasses on your nose and stepping onto the warm sand with a relaxed groan, arms out wide as you soak in the sun.

His ears perk up and the hair on his neck tickles him, making him rub it aggressively. His eyes move to his side mirror, watching his shirt blow in the wind on you, exposing your whole torso.

“Are you gonna make a move or are you just going to keep staring at her creepily?” JJ teases and John B pushes his friend’s head. They hop out and help the others pull the boards down.

As you reach up to help bring the last one down, you hear engines roaring behind you. Topper’s car comes into view and you gasp softly, knowing Rafe was most likely behind him.

John B notices your shaky fingers and grabs your hands, pushing his thumb in the hair tie around your wrist. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” You look at him and nod, your face turning white as you watch Rafe open his door and step out, eyes on you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” You nod and John B hugs you tightly, trying to correct your nerves.

“Pretty sure that’s Rafe’s girl you’re feeling up. Do you have a thing for sloppy seconds?” Topper laughs as he stands in the middle of the Kooks and Pogues.

John B’s jaw clenches and he starts to walk over. “John B.. hey, hey! You can’t fight, no fighting, please.” You beg, gripping his forearm. He looks at your hand then back in your eyes, nodding.

He meets up with Topper and you couldn’t watch. You were afraid a fight was going to start, and Rafe couldn’t stop staring at you and you could feel it.

John B eventually came back over with a sour look on his face, grabbing his board and sticking it in the sand to pull off his shirt. He looks at you and you catch it, John B giving you a soft smile.

You find a spot for your towel where you were blocked from Rafe’s view but you could still see every part of the ocean. You planned on reading your book, but you couldn’t when John B was surfing perfectly.

Your chin rests in your hands with your elbows on your knees as you watch the boys in the water. JJ and Topper surf next to each other only to have Topper wipe completely out, resulting in you folding over in laughter at him.

John B and JJ take a rest in the water so you take the opportunity to pull out your book. Before you could get through the page, you hear a knock on the Twinkie.

“Yn.” Rafe smiles softly and you stand up quickly, glancing over at the ocean where John B had his back turned.

“Rafe.. I don’t.. I don’t want to talk to you.” You wrap your arms around yourself to calm yourself but it doesn’t work. Every Pogue was in the ocean. The Kooks’ view was blocked. No one was paying attention.

Rafe takes a step closer and you take a big one back. “Yn.. I just want to apologize for what I did to you.” His voice sounds sincere but his eyes tell a different story. You knew Rafe, he couldn’t be sympathetic. He was just like his father, how Rafe always wanted to be.

“Rafe, please..” your voice trails to a whisper, pleading him to leave you alone with your fingers lacing together. John B turns around to check on you, and does a double take when he sees Rafe and you slowly stepping back.

“Shit. JJ, let’s go!” The two paddle back to shore, leaving their boards in the sand by the water as they run over to you. John B stands in front of you and JJ stands in front of him.

“The fuck are you doing over here, Rafe?” John B darkens his eyes and he pushes you behind him. You were sure John B could feel your heartbeat on his back. Your nose touches his shoulder blade, peeking your eyes over his shoulder.

"Oh, I just wanted to talk to Yn, John B. Is there a problem with me talking to my girlfriend?" Your stomach starts to spin. John B clenches his fists.

"I'm pretty sure she stopped being girlfriend when you had your step mommy drug her and you kidnapped her." JJ spits and you smile softly at him defending you too.

"Yn, I really am sorry." Rafe steps forward again and John B puts an arm around you from behind him, his hand on your ribs as he pulls you into his salty back.

"You need to go, Rafe," John B's fingers grip his shirt on your body, your cheek pressing against his back where his heartbeat drums loudly in your ear. "Now."

"Scurry on back to your Kooks, don't worry about Yn, you have a girl over there." JJ shoos his hand and Rafe backs away, trying to get a look at you again.

"I'll see you around Yn!" Rafe shouts as he passes the twinkie.

"No you won't, Rafe!" John B yells back.

You try everything to keep the tears from falling but your hands cover your eyes as you begin to shake. "Hey, hey, hey!" John B catches you and holds you tightly close to him as you cry. He sits you both down on your towel slowly.

"How could he think that was okay?" You weep, leaning into John B's shoulder. He sighs and shakes his head, rubbing your arm to help calm your sobs. "Sometimes I just wanna.." You fist a pile of sand, clenching it tightly before letting the particles fall through your fingers.

"Hit him?" John B chuckles and the look you gave him made him stop. He hadn't seen a look like this from you before. "Kill him."

"I feel like I could finally breathe if he wasn't here.” You sigh and John B clears his throat and you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, that sounded crazy.” John B starts to laugh too, shaking your body against his with his hand on your shoulder.

“I can’t say I blame you, honestly.” You two finally look at each other and a soft gasp catches in your throat, your faces close to one another. “He never deserved you."

John B's hand squeezes your shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as he looks at your lips. You lean in slowly only to gasp excitedly and turn John B's head with your hand holding his chin. "It's a hatch!"

You pull him up with you, calling the others over. Kiara squats next to you as you watch them scurry to the sea, JJ and John B making a path for them.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe was climbing into the driver's seat of his car, starting the engine and revving it. You and John B talk to the turtles as they push through the heavy sand, Kiara taking notice of Rafe in the car. "Hey, stop! There's a hatch!"

You turn around and hear the rev, eyes widening as you look between the turtles and the car. You race to the twinkie, hurrying to find anything that could stop Rafe from killing any of these turtles.

Kiara frantically waves her arms and shouts. JJ and John B are trying to get the turtles to move faster without disturbing nature. You, however, found an old metal baseball bat.

Fuck no fighting, fuck staying quiet, fuck being scared. It was your turn to be scary.

You grip the baseball bat tight in your palms, knuckles turning white when Rafe's car comes into view. You stand in his path, running towards him as he drives and slamming the baseball bat into his windshield.

Glass shatters in his lap and on the hood, a piece cutting your cheek. He brakes aggressively and you don't stop swinging. Sideview mirrors, headlights, tail lights, windows, everything.

"Fuck! You!" You yell over and over, Rafe watching with his hands on his head. "What? Were you gonna try and kill me again, huh?! Did you tell those Kook cunts how you drugged and kidnapped me, or are you still trying to portray yourself as a 'good guy' just like your dad?" You scream as you continue to shatter his back windshield.

"Yn, stop!" JJ grabs the bat with one hand and wraps an arm around your waist, puling you away with John B taking the bat.

"Expect a visit from Shoupe." Rafe smirks.

"Hope your buddies didn't catch me saying you kidnapped and drugged me or you should expect one from Shoupe too!" You yell, Rafe looking at all his friends recording and his smirk drops as well as the color in his face.

JJ carries you all the way over to the Twinkie and puts you inside, pointing his finger at you. "You're in timeout." You snicker and lay back against the floor, covering your eyes with your arms.

You couldn't believe how quickly your mood flipped. But the threat of killing baby turtles sent you over the edge. You sit up and lean out of the van, watching the last few turtles become one with the sea. John B comes over with his board and reaches up to put it on top of his van. You back up slowly to sit against the seats and stare at his body stretching in front of you.

He stands flat on his feet and you look at your nails before he could catch you staring. He helps put the other ones on top and you glance every now and then at his v-line. Everyone eventually gets back in and the drive home is quiet, and you felt at fault.

You wanted to find your place in this wonderful group of friends but you fear you just ruined it. The twinkie squeals to a stop and you're the first one out of the van. John B watches you run into the house, a sigh escaping his nose as his eyelashes flutter.

Everyone disperses elsewhere and John B follows you in to your room. Your door was cracked a bit, John B peeking his eye in to see you laying on your side with a pillow over your head, bandaid on your cheek. He knocks softly to make his presence known but the squeaky hinges did it for him.

You didn't budge. He sat next to you on your bed, looking at the closed door before laying next to you with his back on yours. You two lay like that for a while, just passing breaths back and forth. You could hear JJ and Kiara laughing together outside through your window.

Finally, you roll on your back and stare at the ceiling, studying the popcorn divots in it. John B lays on his left side, hand holding up his head as he looks at you.

He watches your eyelashes as you blink, the twitch of your lips, studying every freckle. You purse your lips softly and he can't stop staring. The tip of your tongue pokes out slightly to wet your lips and you deeply sigh and close your eyes.

John B lifts his hand, using the smallest tip of his finger to trace down your nose, exhaling as he drags. He does it again but to your eyebrows. Your lips part just a bit and finger brushes over the delicate skin.

"He never deserved you." His voice was barely a whisper when his finger traces your jaw, his words from earlier filling the air. You open your eyes, John B's face hovering near yours.

You move closer to him, fully under him now. Your hand pushes back the hair that falls in front of his eyes and you drown in the color. "But he did deserve the bat to the car." You wink and he laughs. His smile slowly drops and he's back to staring intently at you. "Are you ever going to kiss me?" You whisper, a rumble of a laugh coming from John B's throat before pressing his lips softly to yours.

Your arm wraps around his neck and you pull his weight on top of you, his hand holding his body up a bit as his lips move perfectly against yours. Your fingers grip his hair, your right hand pushing down his back and scratching up softly, John B pulling back while biting your lip with a soft groan.

"I've been wanted to do that for so long." He kisses your cheek and jaw, your arms tightening around him to bring him into a hug. "I'm so happy you jumped off that boat, Yn."

"Me fucking too." You kiss his chest and he falls next to you on the other side of you now, the both of you on your sides as you look at each other. "Do you think Sarah's going to be annoyed?"

"I honestly really don't care what Sarah thinks." He pecks your nose. "I've been dreaming about this day since I saw you reading on the hammock a while ago." He blinks a few times as if he was reliving it all over again. "You were always reading, you still are. You still weren't really talking a lot but you started to, even after all that shit in Barbados." He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest.

"I know, I just.. I was new, I still am. I don't want to say something and then you guys get mad because I'm not a Pogue."

"You are most certainly a Pogue now." He kisses you a few times before continuing his story. "I remember it was sundown, you love to read and watch the sunset. But I remember this time, you weren't reading, you were nodding off. The book kept falling forward and it eventually fell on your chest. You just looked so peaceful." He wasn't looking at you when he told this story, but out the window to the hammock.

"Sarah is such a fucking idiot." You breathe before kissing him again, rolling on top of him with your hands on his chest. "She didn't deserve you."

"Those fucking Camerons, they have no idea what they’re missing."

“Sucks for them.” You smirk, kissing him again and holding his neck as you deepen the kiss, John B’s fingers tangled in your hair.

[bigdumbtickler03]

The nape of the neck is an underrated spot plus it’s so fun to tickle. Just gently fluttering your fingers or a soft feather over it and you get the cutest giggles and shoulder scrunches.

[kishibe-kisser]

Ino Takuma x gn!reader, sneaking around, secret relationship, makeout session, suggestive

"Ino you can't keep doing this! If my parents see you they're going to call the police!" You whispered after opening your bedroom window. The ski mask would have scared anyone else instantly, but the eyes behind it were ones you knew well. "Oh shush, you know you love it." He teased, climbing into your room and standing to full height. From his eyes you could tell he was smiling and you just shook your head, lifting his mask to kiss him.

He took it off fully, not breaking the kiss for even a second as he tossed it to the ground. You could feel his hair tickling your forehead as he leaned more into you, deepening the kiss quickly and making you laugh. Ino couldn't help himself, he hardly got to see you with your restrictive parents and he missed you. Biting your lips, you let out a moan before pulling away all flustered. It was his number one job to fluster you and it was working.

"What? Didn't you miss me?" He asked, leaning forward even more to look you in the eyes. "Of course I did, I just don't think my parents need to hear just how much." You told him and he shook his head with a smile. "Then they'll call the cops for sure." He said, picking you up suddenly and having your wrap your legs around his waist. You had to bite back a squeal, burrying your face into his neck as he laid you both down on your bed.

"Sweetheart, you alright? I heard a noise." Your mother called from behind your bedroom door and you felt your heart stop. Ino's eyes went wide and he froze, not sure how you'd respond. "I'm fine just uh- stubbed my toe." You told her and he stifled a laugh in your neck. "Be more careful, hun. We're going to bed now. Goodnight!" She said and you cringed before responding. "Goodnight!" Your heart was pounding now as you listened to her footsteps walk away.

"That was close." Ino whispered, settling inbetween your legs better. Your lifted your hands to play with his hair as you looked at him. "Too close." You said and he shook his head. "Too close would be getting caught." He told you and pulled you in for a kiss again, tongue running over your bottom lip as his hands roamed your pyjama clad body.

His hands slowly started lifting your shirt, just wanting to touch more of your soft skin. He didn't get to see you nearly enough, he just wanted to see you and touch your after a long day, so much so that sneaking around was absolutely worth it.

"That feels nice." You moaned, feeling his slightly rough hands touching your sides and stomach. "I could make you feel even better." He whispered in your ear, hands moving to the waist band of your shorts slowly. "You know we can't. Not with my parents in the house." Your breathing had gotten heavier and he felt pleased with himself. "What if they hear?" You added on, his fingers toying with the band now as he kissed the side of your neck. You wanted too, you really did but the fear of them hearing and hurting him was too big.

"What if I promise to help you keep it down? Muffle those pretty sounds of yours?" He asked, now tugging the fabric down a little. His words made you whimper, loving how determined he was and just how much he wanted you to see how much he missed you. "I guess that's okay." You smiled softly and Ino felt himself smirk. One hand moved to cover your mouth while the other tugged your shorts down, taking your underwear with them and you let out a sound in surprise.

"Now now, you said we needed to be quiet. Hate for the fun to come to an early end."

AN: This is my formal anouncement that I'm writing for Ino now. Hands down most underrated character. I really like him. I'm also adding another character that I'll introduce with a blurb too. Any guesses on who?

[whorediaries-09]

hii i hope you’re doing well!! could i please request sex w harry that starts off rough because it’s exam season + added stress from voldy and it’s been awhile so he can’t get enough of the reader!! but then he kinda breaks and is less rough and much more loving & romantic w/ prompt #7 :)

hi love! i love this request so much! i hope my writing does justice to it 😵‍💫

keep your body open,

pairing- harry potter x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, drinking. a/n- my mans so underrated in his own series.

prompt - breeding + 'let me cum in you. please let me fuck my babies into you.'

ps - i know your request didn't have breeding kink in it, but without a kink, the whole point of kinkotober is missed. so i hope you don't mind xoxo

the slut club kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist

'so hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim world is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim'

his lips trail over your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin. the alcohol staggering his heavy breathes. if someone told you that harry james potter would be straddling your hips, and kissing you so feverishly, as if he couldn't get enough of you, you would have laughed. but now that he was upon you, breathing you in, touching you in the ways you'd only fantasized about in your wildest dreams.

but now that he was upon you all of it seemed to be real. he captured your lips with yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, teeth biting your lower lip as your tongue tantalized a dance with his. his hands worked on the buttons of your blouse, and you fingers fiddled with the button of his trousers. he moaned into your mouth and left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

'you don't know how long i've wanted you,' he breathed, sliding down your skirt down your hips. with a dazed look at your naked raw self, his tone grew sturdy,

'tell me what you want.' he demanded. with a gazed look of need and lust in your eyes, you fluttered your eyelashes and spoke, your voice breaking as he positioned his cock at your slit.

'i want you to fuck me,' you plead. he grunted,

'fucking pathetic.' he teases the tip of his erection at your clit and you let out heavy breathes, your chest heaving. he pushed his cock into you, a wanton moan leaving your lips. your walls gripped him tight, and he heaved a sigh, letting you adjust with the his girth. you closed your eyes as he slowly started moving his cock out and pushed himself back again. he takes your hands and places them on his chest, motioning you to get rid of his t-shirt. your nails dig into the fabric, tearing it off, and he starts to indulge in the warmth of your core with the most animalistic speed you had experienced.

'fuck;' you scream, as he curls his hand under your waist, pulling your body closer to his, breathing heavily into your neck as his pace brutally ravaged you from within. he tore apart the walls of your sanity and it was a like a mercurial high, when you felt him hit your spot. the nerves prodding at his cock brushed with your cunt so perfectly, you thought you'd pass out. he was a bit too brutal, occupied in his own headspace to show you his desire for you.

'harry...please sl-shit-slower,' you whispered. his breathing hitched with the way you said his name, and he slowed down his pace, enjoying the way you pussy engulfed him, letting you enjoy the blissful mannerism of his touch.

you felt the bubbling coil of the orgasm erupting in your stomach. your nails dug into the his toned back, as you felt the slow, lazy drag of his cock in you. it set fireworks in your heart, collywobbles consuming you and a light of fiery fire of lust that had to be broken down.

you bit his shoulder, your fingers crawling down to your clit to rub it, but he slapped your hand away. he grunted, his heavy breathe sending shuddering tickles down your spine.

'who's cunt is this?' you merely groaned at the question, desperate for your release.

'i said who's cunt is this.' he demanded, his pace faster now, your guts bottling up the orgasm which peaked,

'yours, yours, please let me cum,' you screamed, as his finger rubbed your clit in circles. your walls clenched around his girth, as you felt your orgasm escape, the tension leaving your stomach, and you let out a wanton shout of relief. his hand loosened around your back as he rammed into you, chasing his own release. half begging, half dazed by your exhausted beauty, he groaned,

'let me cum in you. please let me fuck my babies into you.'

your cheeks blazed hot as you replied,

'go ahead harry, give me your babies,' he growled, as you clenched around him, feeling his white hot seed spilling inside you

'keep your body open,'

[vaporwavebeach-writes]

Kinktober Day 2 (Roleplay)

Demetri (Twilight) x Reader (NSFW)

(1,163 words)

Summary: Demetri hunts you down

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, roleplay scenario, simulated threat, predator/prey dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, guard/outlaw dynamic, lots of dynamics lmao, hair pulling (just a little bit), penetrative sex, rough sex, a little bit of fluff at the end (just for funzies)

Notes: day 2!!!!! I think I kinda went off with this one, I rewatched the twilight saga a couple weeks ago and I forgot how hot and underrated Demetri was, so here’s this LMAO enjoy the fic!!!

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The forest was loud. The chirping of insects, hoots of an owl, and scurrying of small animals made it hard to focus on the real sounds you needed to watch out for. The further you trekked into the forest, the more fear engulfed your mind. The night was surrounding you, shrouded in darkness, but you had to keep going.

Being alone in the forest at night didn’t seem as scary as you thought it would be in your head, but it was all a part of the game. When you proposed the idea of being hunted in the woods to Demetri, he was intrigued and ultimately entertained by the idea. With Demetri as the Volturi’s tracker, you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against him, which made the thrill of the hunt all the more exciting to when he would eventually catch you. Shaking away your apprehension, you realized the reward for your bravery would be so worth it in the end.

Hearing the loud snap of a stick in the distance, you realized that you were already falling behind. Taking cover behind a twisting, knotty tree, you could hear a foreboding chuckle as Demetri prowled within your vicinity.

“You have nowhere to run, Love.” His voice is low. “Any attempts to escape from the Volturi are futile.”

You watched him creep past your tree, slowly. Doing your best to not make any noise, you sprint the opposite direction. This seemed to be a poor move by forgetting a vampire’s superhuman hearing. In the distance you can hear Demetri’s uproarious laughter as more footsteps that were not your own broke behind you.

Continuing to run, you were met with a small, abandoned castle- completely made of stone. Rounding a corner, you were met with the exposed night sky. All was quiet, and you were safe.

Or so you thought.

Carefully walking backward, you accidentally bump into the one man you were running from. His arms wrap around you quickly, tightly. Your mouth is covered quickly as you let out a surprised yelp.

“There you are.” He whispers. Whirling you around, you find yourself now backed into a corner, with the Volturi’s prized tracker trapping you in.

You glance to the sides, looking for a way out before being forced to meet his gaze. The moonlight captures his burgundy gaze, with an expression that calms your nerves in an unsettling way. If you had a heart, it would be pounding out of your chest with the way he was looking at you. Demetri’s hand dipped below your chin, his thumb grazing over your jaw before grabbing your cheeks firmly.

“How foolish of you to think you can escape the Volturi…” he breathes. His body is on yours as you grip onto the jagged, stones bricks behind you. “…Foolish of you to think you’re clever enough to outwit us…” His other hand finds its way to your shoulder, keeping you pinned. “…Foolish of you to think you could evade me.”

“Please,” you beg, giving him your best doe-like expression, “Let me go, and I promise to never defy the laws again, I’ll do anything.” You plead, analyzing Demetri’s response to your dramatic performance.

A deep chuckle escapes from Demetri’s lips. When he pushes you further into the stone, you can feel a dull ache within your sex. Your eyes widen at the movement as you softly gasp.

“The Volturi does not give second chances,” Demetri leans in close to your neck, impossibly close. Your breath hitches as the as the air from his whisper tickles the crook of your neck. “However, you’re too radiant to dispose of.” His gaze meets yours again, this time softer. You cock your head slightly, confused. “I imagine I’ll have to have you serve your sentence in such a way that I see fit.”

Demetri’s eyes rake over you, eyelids lowered seductively with a wolfish and dominating grin. You hardly notice how Demetri has removed his hand from your shoulder until it was abruptly tangled and fisted within your hair. With a startled cry, you found Demetri’s other hand wandering across your body, wildly groping at your chest and ass as his mouth attacks your throat.

Demetri lets out a soft groan as you can feel his erection grinding against your thigh. Arousal spikes within you, his hands slipping below your pants, teasing you deliciously through your underwear.

A low moan makes its way out of your mouth. Demetri halts his teasing to undo his pants. He pulls out his stiffened cock, pumping it with a few strokes, spreading his precum over the shaft. He stares at you expectingly, you nod, giving him your consent. “Please,” you implore him, “Make an example of me.”

“Such a willing miscreant,” Demetri gives your hair a light tug, “I’ll be sure to remember your compliance after dealing with you accordingly.”

Harsh moans erupt from the both of you as Demetri eases himself inside you. His pace is slow, yet exceedingly rough, feeling every wave of thrusts throughout your whole body. After letting out some particularly guttural loans, Demetri’s mouth attacks yours once again, muffling any sounds that you were making.

“Look at you,” he grunts. You feel the tight grip of Demetri’s hands around your hips, holding you in place against the wall. “A lawbreaker… completely at the… m-mercy of the Volturi’s most powerful tracker.”

The scenario you two thought of was becoming increasingly more arousing with the way he spoke to you as if you were criminal scum. The special brand of degradation has you feeling spineless, uttering incoherent moans, just barely getting out his name.

“F-fucking you so good you can’t even get the words out, huh?” he grunts in between thrusts. You can feel yourself reaching the precipice and Demetri can tell by the sound of your breathing becoming more labored. He picks up the pace, and you grip onto him, holding on for dear life. With the ferocity of his strokes, you can feel yourself being practically slammed into against the wall with minimal pain thanks to your vampire strength. Your eyes glaze over him pleadingly. “This is how we deal with outlaws like you… and you will remember this punishment for the rest of your immortal life.” He grits out.

You come, almost ceremoniously at Demetri’s sensual display of dominance. As you scream and whimper your way through your orgasm, Demetri isn’t far behind you, pulling out and shooting his venomous load on ground beside you. You almost collapse onto him, legs stiff from being held against the wall for so long.

“Are you alright, darling?” Demetri asks, dropping the ‘tough guard’ act.

You nod. “Of course,” you steady yourself, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “You are an amazing actor by the way.”

“Could say the same thing about you,” he compliments “…Miscreant.” He winks.

You let out a coquettish chuckle. “Keep calling me that and we’ll have to think of another storyline for round two.”

[ticklishthoughts1]

Hyperfocus: Neck

tbh, Very Underrated spot soo. Enjoy!

I smile down at them, running a hand through their hair as they sit on my lap. I was humming a song that I forgot the lyrics to, and just...Appreciating them. They reach up, poking my cheek, and saying softly "What are you Smiling about, Dork?" To which my smile only grows larger, because I'm certain they can tell. They can, as their blush makes clear, and I decide to mess with them a bit. I run my hand through their hair again, but then go around it, and trace over their neck gently. The way they scrunch their neck up in giggles melts my heart, but it's too late~ My hands are already in there, wiggling around Deviously, exploring. I stay like that, then say gently "How Do you Expect me to stop when I can't Move my hands?~" They consider this, and with some effort, un-scrunch their neck. This was, of course, a silly little trick on my end, I can tell from that excited smile I've grown to love that they Adore this treatment, so why would I stop now? I bury my head into their shoulder and collarbone, so they can't scrunch their neck anymore, and Begin kissing it. One hand keeps them still in the gentlest way I can, the other softly flutters against their neck, so now they have to choose between wiggly tickly fingers, and tickly kisses. Whenever they choose to block the kisses, I simply whisper sweet things into their ear. Things that they need to hear, but don't accept. Things about how special they are to me. I can feel their cheeks getting hot, and grin to myself, before slowly lifting my head up, and locking eyes with them. Still grinning, I produce a feather, and a paintbrush, and gently say "Here's the deal. If you can keep your neck still while these tickle it, that'll be the end of it. If you can't, I'm going to nibble all over that pretty little neck, because I LOVE the sounds you make when I do, and I love the fact that you enjoy it as much as me. Deal?~". I grin at them as they slowly nod, producing the tools, and gently feathering and brushing alll along your neck, watching as their head twitches, and they giggle softly, but do their utmost not to scrunch. Of course, I never specified a time limit on my "mean" game, and after a while they cave, at which I smirk, and whisper: "Ready?~". It's a genuine question as much as a tease, I want to make absolutely positive they're having as much fun as possible here. When you nod again, I smile with Content, and lower my head again, nibbling you for a couple seconds, before Drawling into your ear "You taste good!~" .And with that, I tickle, and Nibble into the night~

[coqvttes]

hi lola !! may i have some raspberry jam ?? keegan + valentine by laufey pls ! doesn't matter if it's nsfw or not !! as long as its fluffy i'm happy (,,o//o,,)

thank u in advance !!! ur the sweetest and ik this is gonna be amazing ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hello, my lovely! thank u for your request, what a beautiful song!? and keegan is so underrated, good choice! x

sfw : gn!reader, fluff, praise, a bit suggestive.

୨୧― “he tells me i'm pretty”

your shy gaze is fixed on the ceiling as you gasp faintly. your vision grows hazy and your hands, nervous as they grip onto his shoulders unsurely. he litters wet kisses all over your the expanse of your neck, the sensation tickles you and you try to stay still. the feeling is foreign, but you like it.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, his breath tickling your skin.

୨୧― “don't know how to respond i tell him that he's pretty too”

“y-you’re pretty, keegan..” the words slip out unexpectedly in the heat of the moment, and you feel that his gentle kisses have stopped. as he pushes himself up to hover above you again.

୨୧― “can i say that? don't have a clue”

your eyes which were once pressed shut from the pleasure are now wide open and heat crawls onto your face as realization hits you. a slight panic settles in your core as you notice him staring at you.

"sorry! i'm- i just, i've never-!" he shushes you with a passionate kiss. your eyes flutter close as you sink into his embrace, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close.

୨୧― “with every passing moment”

"you're so perfect, baby." he whispers, pulling away from you to admire you below him. you smile up bashfully from the praise. you've never been intimate with him and you find yourself searching for the right words to say to him.

୨୧― “i surprise myself”

"i love you," you blurt out and tug him down desperately to press your lips against his. he's stunned by your sudden boldness but he doesn't complain, because he loves it, chuckling when he notices the flush on your face. your gaze darts away from his and he tilts your face gently to look into your eyes once more.

“wish we'd done this sooner, you're cute when you blush.”

[mochisnz]

unintentionally induced sneezes are SO underrated like they’re so hot????

- someone having a facial treatment and having their nose massaged in juuust the right way that it makes them sneeze

- someone wearing a winter jacket with fur around the hood and it tickles their nose and they sneeze into it which makes them sneeze again

- someone hugging their partner, getting a strand of hair up their nose, and sneezing into their neck/hair

- the classic makeup brush + nostrils mishap

[tonberry-yoda]

Smooch series with knuckle from HxH? He is ridiculously underrated 😭

notes - WHOEVER YOU ARE ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !! Knuckle is my favorite character from hxh and I find no one else who loves him, so we are besties now <3

You always knew that Knuckle was at the door when your dog started barking. She would run to the door and spin in circles, which she would never care to do unless the love of your life was about to knock.

You opened the door before he could even raise his hand to the wood and you smiled.

"Hey." he chuckled as your dog pounced on his legs. He played with her for a moment before sending her back inside and following right after.

The moment he made it to the living room, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and planted kisses all over his face. He giggled, telling you that it tickled, but you didn't stop.

His hands glided over your waist and sat comfortably on your hips. He caught your lips with his own and you melted into the kiss, pulling him closer.

He smiled, and the two of you were interrupted by your dog nearly knocking the two of you over trying to get up to Knuckle.

"Okay, okay," he laughed. "Your turn."

He sat on the couch and your dog planted kisses all over his face too. You smiled and wondered how you were so lucky.

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2024 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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[spirit-lanterns]

march has a really cold nose and loves to stick it in the crook of your neck, between your boobs, in your tummy… wherever is warmest

:3

march thirst march thirst ohhhhh my god it’s a march thirst 🥺

she’s so underrated and sweet, thank you anon for giving me the cutest idea ever…

sfw under the cut—————————

march and her cold little nose 🩷

she just adores nuzzling you whenever she gets back on the express and it’s something that sends shivers down your spine. her nose, hands, and sometimes lips are always at a cooler temperature than most, so every touch and caress from her feels like touching snow…

whenever you two are cuddling she just pushes your shirt up and and faceplants right on your stomach. she laughs hysterically at the way you yelp because one: her nose was absolutely freezing, and two: she likes to blow raspberries into your skin and tickle it till it has you laughing.

“what? you want me to stop? not a chance!”

and then she just blows more air against your stomach until it has you squirming and giggling, a sight so precious she can’t help but want to photograph it. “ugh, hold still! i can’t get a frame of your smile, babe!”

she’s laughing also and is using her icy fingers to tickle alongside your sides, nose nuzzling against your neck as you both cry with laughter together 🩷🩷

ahhh march would be such a fun girlfriend to have :)

[missamyrisa2]

hihiii im the one that sent the ask abt dressing up a tgirl in such a giggleperfect outfit and mm !!! you mustttt be psychic its so perrrrfectt for mee calling me doll at the end mmphjrhwhsbhwhrh

[which of course does give me ideas about a psychic tickler who can read your mind to find all your best spotssss]

Awww I'm sooo glad you lovee itttt ~ that's the sort of teasinggg dress up tickles I adore myselff so I'm everrrr so glad to share that with an adorable giggledoll ~<3

And if I was psychic.

Ya know, a psy chic.

I would be soooooo scanning you for allll those delightful material sensations, have you feeeel me probing around for the best ways to hotwire you. If I ever had a talent in life it is one for reverse engineering ~ and that includes looking at youuuu and figuring out what makes you tick and what makes you crumble ~ and darlingggg you're absolutely gonna be my cookie ~<3

I'll have a whole closet of outfits to tease you with my blushy doll. And you'll get to watch as I select and choose the one I know will wreck you particularly ~ all the while all the others will be teasing and taunting. Of course there will be plenttyyyy of mannequins about in sassy poses, their tickle outfits taunting you alll the way as they look down.

Mmh ~ and maybeeee I'lll have a lovely makeover machine to doll you up. All those machine hands and makeup implements surrounding you, positioning you, holding you and handling you as they apply each piece of clothing with precision teasing and endless adjustments. Or maybeeee I'm telekinetic and I'm going to send those tickle outfit pieces after you, tackling and snagging you like ghostly stylish spirits ~ caressing your nakedness with materials until you're buried in a pile, emerging in a daze all dressed up ~ and made to move and giggle as they work your bodyyyyy over to me. Perhaps the mannequins will come to life and unflinchingly put you through various stylings before dragging you over to my salon chair~

The chair is where you'll end up regardlessss because I'm gonna give you such a teasing styling on that hair oh yessss ~ have you leaned back, writhing in your little tickle outfit, your tiny flirty ruffly dresssss with soft leggingsssss and teeny bolero jacket ~ so I can rinse your hair and massage such sweeet smelling products into it, finding the underrated tickle spots on your scalp and nape. I'll get you soooo dizyyyy with this overload of affection and attention, get you feeling sooo styled and prettyyyy that you'll just be irresistible to my waiting tickle machines~

There's nothing quite like being alll dolled up and cute and lovelyyyyy while mercilesssss tickle hands descend and explore your body and your outfit whilst your ticklemama smirks and watches and takes pictures and reaches in to add those extra sparkly loving ticklesssss, rubbing your sidessss and teasing your neck with a feather as machine hands skitter all over your belly and waist and under your arms in your toesss massaging up your thighsss ~ keeping you all giggly wiggly in your cuteeeee outfittttt ~ my perfect darling tickledoll ~<33

[bellewintersroe]

Alton More x Nurse!Reader Smut

This man is so painfully underrated- tw - talks of penetrative sex, no protection use, handjob, oral, m receiving, reader wants to treat / punish Alton for being kinda bad (only hints of this). Aton kicks a German out his car when he realises he can he alone with reader, sorry!

“Mind giving me a lift too?” Easy’s nurse approached the side of the jeep, hanging on the door slightly as Alton’s eyes grew brighter. “I wouldn’t mind at all, jump in.” Seeing as there was already a German officer looking for a ride in the front, she climbed into the back, Alton giving her a hand in as he smirked back to her in the rear view mirror. Their attraction was undeniable, they’d shared many nights since they’d come into Austria. Alton hadn’t been able to get to her in a few days so seeing her again made him feel certain ways. The car set off as normal, he was trying to drive a little more carefully knowing she was sat in the back, getting bounced around. He oughta boot the German back into the seat and let her ride up front with him, where they could be close. But from this view- as bad as it sounded- Alton could see in his mirror each bounce of her full tits every time the car went over a jolt. The man to his right must have been questioning what the hell all the smirking was about. “Where are we actually going?” Her sweet voice rang, hanging off the back of Alton’s seat. “Uh, dropping him off at the next check point, then wherever you wanna go, baby.” She rolled her eyes at the pet name, sliding back into her seat. “Back to my bed.” She muttered, not intending it to come across the way it did. “Sounds good to me.” “Alton- not what I meant!” The two shared a giggle before she lay her palm on the seat beside her. To her confusion, her hand rested on something hard under a blanket, concealed and well, not very well hidden. She uncovered it and gasped, quickly covering it back up, her shock was concealed by the sound of the roaring engine. It was Hitler’s personal photo album, the one that had gone missing the night easy took over the eagles next. “Alton!” She exclaimed causing his eyes to flicker back up to the mirror, positioning it so he could see her better. “Where’d the hell you get this?!” She asked, brows furrowed. He knew instantly what she saw. “Where d’ya think?” He cleared his throat, positioning his mirror back to the road behind him. He knew the German besides him couldn’t speak English so well, but he still didn’t trust him. She giggled, shaking her head in disbelief as she hid the thing better under another box of machinery. “You’re so bad.” She commented with a devious smirk. Alton recognised the tone in her voice, and quickly switched the mirror back to see her again. She rested back against the chair, crossing her legs as she looked right back to him in the rear view mirror. “I won’t tell anyone.” She commented as he nodded along. “Good girl.” She laughed again at his praise. “Still…” she smiled, leaning up and coming to rest on the left side of him, out of sight from the German who had to mind his business by staring out the other side of the jeep. “You’re such a naughty boy.” She teased, laughing at her own words as a gentle kiss pressed to his jaw. Alton tensed, hands tightening on the steering wheel as he felt a shudder down his back at her breathy tone, tickling his ear. She laughed again, arms wrapping over his front slightly, pressing a second kiss to the tender skin of his neck. This time, Alton wanted to close his eyes, feeling the soft of her lips ghosting at his skin. “I can’t believe you’d do that.” She smirked, lying as she kissed the shell of his ear. This time, Alton felt the blood rush directly down to his cock, stiffening his back further as she glanced back to the German beside him. “Dammit.” He cursed, making a swift decision to slow the jeep to a halt. The next check point was in view, he needed to be alone with her right away. “Here, get out. There.” He pointed to the next checkpoint. The German officer thanked him submissively before quickly sliding out. Alton didn’t even give her the chance to get into the front seat before he was driving them back to a road they both could be alone.

“That was mean.” She returned to her previous position, hand trailing down to trail down his chest and abdomen. Alton simply smirked in response, feeling her hand travelling south to his crotch. He didn’t actually expect her to touch him, she’d squeezed his hardening member through his trousers, giggling at how fast his erection had grown.

She then continued to trail the outline of his cock, causing more blood to rush from his head to down below. “God…” Alton cursed, barely loud enough so she could hear. “You’re mean.” He took her hand, pushing it down against his cock in order to get some relief.

“Just focus on driving, Alton.” She nudged his hand away, watching him swallow harshly. “Just let me.” She then muttered quietly, sinking her kisses back to his neck, kissing and sucking, nipping and licking as her fingernails dragged against the tent in his pants. Alton thought he was going to explode. If he couldn’t find somewhere that was private enough he’d just fuck her there and then for everybody to see. He harshly jerked the car around a right corner, down to the edge of a woodland. Smirking, Alton felt proud to have found such a reserved place. “Mm, I want you so bad.” She hummed, just as Alton was about to stop the car. That was until he saw a certain Popeye eyeing up the vehicle in confusion. “Fuck.” Alton cursed, turning the jeep around. “Let’s just get out of here.” He muttered, pretty much to himself as he felt the zip of his pants. Taking advantage of the slow movements, she risked climbing into the front seat, Alton’s hand coming to place straight on her lap as she continued to work on his belt. She lowered herself, ready to pleasure him using her mouth, Alton froze, heart pounding as he licked his lips looking down to her. “Keep driving.” She paused, glancing up to him. He smirked, glancing over his shoulder and reversing one handed, the other coming to rest on the back of the seat.

As he did begin driving, she lowered her lips around his erection, feeling the hot, wet feeling his mouth dropped and his vision momentarily fell as his hand began stroking her hair away from her face. She didn’t take it easy, her head began bobbing and Alton found himself moaning and groaning over the sound of the engine as he erratically down the country roads into a bulldozed area of the woods. His eyes were close to rolling back and every time she would take him fully down her throat his hips but buck in sensitivity.

God, all Alton wanted to do was find a clear fucking area and fuck the life out of her. He was horny beyond believe and not thinking or seeing straight. Finally, he pulled into the hatchet surrounded by woodland and abruptly turning off the engine. Finally he could hear the giggles around his cock, the moans she made and the small gags every time she’d take him a little too far.

“Oh god.” He’d hush, collecting her hair properly and catching a better view of her sucking his cock. It was the hottest thing Alton had ever seen, at and the sight of her naked. He decided he needed that there and then so began struggling to fiddle for the buttons on her dress as she slurped up his cock. “Feels so good, baby.” He hushed stroking the back of her head as she began lifting her head up to undress. “Don’t- don’t stop.” He stammered, nudging her head back down. “God, you’re needy.” She managed to tease, giving his balls a squeeze as his mouth fell open and he stiffened further in his seat. She was careless, not caring about their surroundings, just purely focused on making him feel good.

She bobbed her head faster with the guidance of Alton’s hand whilst reaching down to unbutton her dress. Finally, she was exposed, her clothes hanging off as Alton worked on snapping her bra open. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s it- fuck…” he let out a groan, the hottest sound she’d ever heard as she took him down her throat, sucking her cheeks in against his cock.

Giving her jaw a break, she sat up, replacing her mouth with her hand as she jerked him off, Alton again stiffened and dropped his head back. “You’re a fucking Angel, fuck.” The American choked out as y/n giggled from the side enjoying seeing him so blissed out under her touch. She swirled her palm over his head as he shuddered, biting down on his sleeve. She laughed again and Alton reached out, halting her teasing movements.

“Let me taste you baby, c’mon take these off.” Alton didn’t find it so amusing, he was so horny he could’ve combusted in the driver seat of the jeep. Y/n let out a hum of a moan as he eased her back onto the seats, Alton squeezing down to yank off her underwear, flinging them to the backseat before diving into eat her out. Now if there was one thing Alton couldn’t resist it was doing this. He wasn’t ashamed to admit how addicted he was to the taste of his girl, men often walked in on the two of you in this very compromising reputation- in fact it had happened so much Alton grew a reputation that made all the other ladies very jealous of her.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned, licking, sucking and moaning against her dripping wet pussy. She began feeling herself to bliss out, contorted into an awkward position in the jeep, head lolling back against the hard of the jeep door. Noises nearby caused her to jump, turning around slightly to glance up and see men patrolling in the distance. They were far enough to not catch the pair, Alton frowned slightly yet delved back in for more of her. He feared he’d have to make this as quick as possible, if they got caught they’d most likely both be court marshalled, but like he said, he couldn’t get enough of her.

With one last lick up her slit, Alton pushed himself up, pulling her on top of his lap, man spreading as she knelt on either side, watching him spit onto his hand and wet his cock. “You’re gonna be a good girl.” He spread the wetness over his cock as she pursed her lips. “And-” Alton lined himself up with her tight entrance. “Be quiet for me, let’s make this quick, alright Angel?” He hushed as she nodded, eyes fixated to where he slowly began to penetrate her.

Alton’s thick cock was large as her tight little cunt wrapped around him, tensing everytime she would gasp or bite back a moan. They breathed into one another’s mouth, one of his hands clutched her lower back whilst the other held her neck, pulling her in as they aggressively made out.

It didn’t take long until she began bouncing, desperate for the fullness Alton provided her. Feeling one another raw was an incredible feeling, one that they didn’t get to feel all too often with the barrier of a condom being in the way. “Oh god, Alton.” She borderline sobbed into his neck, muffling her sounds into his uniform.

He was breathing heavily, huffing and puffing at the sight of her full tits bouncing with every movement, his cheeks flushing pink. “Feels so good inside me.” She babbled as he let out a seething moan through his teeth, cock twitching.

“Yeah? You like riding me out here, don’t you?” He pulled her up to meet her eyes. “Yeah.” She hushed, head dropping back with a quiet moan as she rolled her hips over him. Alton’s mouth fell agape and he slapped his hand on the seat beside him for strength.

“Fuck, no, no, no.” He held her hips tight, feeling a warmth spread in his lower stomach and through his cock already.

“You’re gonna cum so soon?” She giggled, pressing her forehead and then a kiss to his. “You feel too good, Angel.” He hushed as she smirked, glancing around to see the men patrolling a little closer than before. “Just make up for it later?” She smirked, reaching back and under to grab his balls. Alton let out a silent groan, eyes fluttering shut as she slowly- painfully slowly began grinding her hips again. “You can do all the things you want to do to me later, Alton.” She was teasing now, speaking in a hushed tone against his ear as she lifted her hips all the way up before dropping them down, his cock swallowed up by her pussy as she dropped wetness around him.

Alton was being driven crazy, his fists were gripping over her flesh, shaking as she picked up the speed. “Fuck, I’ll do anything you want, baby girl- just let me-” jumping off, she instead replaced her pussy with her mouth, beginning to suck him dry as his breathing picked up. “-god, make me cum like that.” He gasped, head dropping back.

“Use me Alton- use my mouth.” She hushed, staring up to him with the sexiest eyes she could muster. His jaw tightened and he snagged a bunch of her hair around his fist, pushing her back down around his cock. Alton held his breath, using her little mouth as his fuck toy, desperatly crying and panting out when he’d let it slip as he felt himself growing closer and closer for orgasm. She was almost smirking around him, pussy clenching around nothing, throbbing for need. When Alton saw where her free hand had disappeared to he began groaning without care. She rubbed her pussy deliciously, moans muffled around his cock, the vibrations mixed with the suction of her mouth sending him off the edge.

Alton’s stomach tightened and his whole body began to shake, feeling the release of his cum down her throat, filling up her mouth as she began swallowing every last drop of his juices. “Yes, yes, yes!” He moaned, fingers relaxing over the back of her head. The orgasm was blinding, his body completely relaxed and his head turned fuzzy at the sheer pleasure of his climax. No other woman in the world could make him feel this except Y/n.

Once she’d swallowed every last drop of his cum, she pulled off his cock with a pop, giggling and licking her lips at how fucked out he looked. The sounds of voices now nearing forced him out of his pleasure, he started the car up and glanced to make sure she was okay, watching her change back into her dress.

“Mmmm, what’re you gonna do to me when we get back?” She hummed, head falling back onto the seat as Alton looked at her again, slowly beginning to drive out of the woodland area.

Her legs were spread, pussy not visible but he felt his cock twitch again seeing her hand disappear under her dress. Alton could just imagine how dripping wet she was. He licked his lips, focusing on the road and reached down, hand guiding up her thick before his fingers met her sopping hole, gliding them in with ease.

“Who says I’m waiting until we get back?” They shared a brief smirk as her body became rigid, feet landing either side of her on the seat as she began rubbing harder at her puffy clit, feeling the penetration of Alton’s fingers being enough to bring her to the edge.

“God, tell me what you wanna do to me.” She groaned through her teeth, feeling borderline frantic for a release. Alton felt the way she tensed her pussy around his fingers, he could have moaned just at that sensation.

“So many things, fuck, I wanna taste you, you’re so wet.” He cooed, quickening his pace as his foot unconsciously pressed a little harsher on the gas, making her hair fly back in the wind as she hummed out a whine, grinding her hips to ride his fingers.

“Shit, you’re horny, you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” He cockily spoke, glancing to her as he panted out a quick; “uh huh.”

With each squelch of his fingers inside her she’d let out a delicious moan, feeling him pick up the pace as Alton drove faster down the empty country roads. “Oh god, please Alton, please.” At her begging, he used his whole hand to fuck his fingers in and out of her quicker, harder. He was drilling at her pussy, borderline desperate for her wet, hot release all over his hand. Alton felt his cock hardening again, once more he wanted to be inside of her.

“C’mon, baby, I know you can cum for me.” He hushed, glancing at her as her chest rose and fell heavily. Alton cursed, struggling to focus on the road when he felt her squeezing his fingers.

“Oh god, oh my god I’m gonna cum!” She squeaked, Alton felt all the blood rush to his cock and he took as many glances to her as possible. With a cry of his name she squirted all over his hand and wrist, covering the car as she let out a rather loud squeal, climaxing with the hottest, pornographic sounds ever.

“Good girl!” Alton praised on a groan, slowly fingering her pussy as both her hands fell limp with a satisfied moan. Alton was now rock hard (again) in his trousers and enthralled with how she’d made a mess in the jeep. “You’re gonna do that again for me as soon as we get back to base.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Ticklish Kiss

Summary: Yoriichi is a man of few words. He always has been but Uta always knows how to bring a smile to his face

A/N: ANIME ONLY FANS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Day 22 of Tickletober! Yoriichi and Uta are a very underrated couple who I don’t see much content of😭🩷

Yoriichi was greeted by Uta jumping into his arms and kissing his cheek. He had come home from collecting sakura blossoms from a nearby tree, knowing Uta had been talking nonstop about wanting to make tea or mochi with the blossoms when they bloomed. Seeing the basket of many sakura flowers, Uta squealed and jumped up and down, Yoriichi chuckling as she snatched the basket and threw it on the table. Her excitement was always so adorably entertaining!

After Yoriichi took a bath and cooked dinner, they sat on their futons, a cup of tea in hand. There was silence between them for a bit, but the silence was never awkward. Yoriichi had always been quiet and that’s one of the many things Uta loved. She grabbed Yoriichi’s hand as he looked at her and smiled, Yoriichi smiling back.

They finished and got ready for bed, Uta deciding to cuddle Yoriichi and pepper kisses all over his face. Kisses were always pleasant and Yoriichi couldn’t help but just feel overjoyed that he had everything he had ever wanted in life. He smiled and kissed her back. Uta giggling as he did so.

Lying next to him, Uta smiled as Yoriichi closed his eyes, relaxed as she gently ran her fingers up through his hair. Assuming they were going to sleep, Yoriichi turned over and had his back facing Uta, a smile forming as she wrapped her arms around his stomach and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. Yoriichi hummed in satisfaction, content with the kiss that began to travel along the backside of his neck.

At first, the gentle kisses gave him goosebumps, the chills running up his spine. After a few minutes, he felt ticklish but tried to hold in his giggles as her warm breathe touched his skin. Uta kissing his neck was rare, her preference being his lips, cheeks, forehead, birthmark or hands. Being kissed on the neck or anywhere else was an absolutely privilege and he didn’t want the treatment to end. She continued to shower Yoriichi with love, Yoriichi’s smile being invisible to her until she kissed the back of Yoriichi’s ears.

Uta stopped, Yoriichi suddenly scrunching his shoulders up with a soft giggle. Smiling, she squeezed him tighter, causing a soft squeak to escape before she went back to kissing along the shell of his left ear. It was a romantic gesture and she thought he was enjoying it until he burst into laughter as she playfully nibbled the tip of his ear, realizing he was trying to hide the fact that it tickled.

“Ooh?” Uta gasped. “I’m sorry, I was tickling you, wasn’t I?”

“Ihihit appears so!” Yoriichi replied, scrunching his shoulders up as Uta tried to kiss his neck again.

“I didn’t think this would tickle…” she added, a slight hint of mischief hidden behind her words. “I was trying to be romantic.”

“And it was! I loved the gesture, my dear!” Yoriichi exclaimed, hoping Uta wouldn’t stop just because he got too ticklish for the treatment.

“Good.” Uta smirked as she said that one word. “Cuz I wasn’t done yet!”

Uta giggled as she kissed along the shell of Yoriichi’s right ear, nibbling the tip of his ear before kissing down and nibbling his earlobe, being careful to avoid his earrings. Now laughing softly, Yoriichi squirmed in her embrace, his laughter growing louder as she started to place ticklish kisses along the backside of his neck. Yoriichi squealed as she kissed the side of his neck, her fingers playfully digging into the center of his ribs, a gasp mixed with a yell escaping. Realizing he was only wearing his pants, Yoriichi wanted to face palm, wishing he had kept his kimono on despite the summer air being so warm.

It wasn’t a very well kept secret that Yoriichi was the more ticklish of the duo. Uta had grown bored a week after they met and would chase him around the house, trying to see if he was ticklish. When she finally caught him and successfully tickled him, she realized that tickling made Yoriichi laugh hysterically and that he was ticklish all over.

“What’s wrong?” Uta teased, her fingers climbing up Yoriichi’s sides. “What’s so funny?”

“Y-yohohou’re t-tihihickling mehehehee!!” Yoriichi squealed in response, pulling his knees to his chest as Uta continued to tickle his stomach as well as shrugging his shoulders whenever she kissed at his neck.

“I know.” she admitted, sitting up and rolling Yoriichi onto his back. “Isn’t this fun?”

Without a response, Uta leaned down and kissed along Yoriichi’s neck, causing him to burst into a fit of giggles. She added gentle nibbles along his collarbone, laughing when Yoriichi let out a snort and choked on a laugh that burst out of his mouth. Her hands added to the sensations as she rubbed small and gentle circles at his highest ribs, Yoriichi rolling from side to side, laughing like a child.

Suddenly, Yoriichi let out a scream as Uta blew a raspberry against the left side of his neck. Smiling as she looked down at her lover, she repeated the action, this time on the opposite side of his neck before leaving a trail of kisses before blowing against the center of his neck. Yoriichi’s laughter went silent for a few seconds before it returned with full force, his cheeks an adorable shade of light pink.

“Thahat tihihickles!!” Yoriichi whined, giggling harder as Uta tickled his sides, her fingers getting dangerously close to his hips. “Okahahay!! Nohohow you’re tahahaking ahahadvantage of my sensitivity!!”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” Uta sang, placing her hands gently over Yoriichi’s eyes. “Close your eyes!”

“W-why??”

“Just do it!”

Slowly, Yoriichi closed his eyes, Uta giggling mischievously as she got on her knees and pressed her left forearm against the center of Yoriichi’s ribs, her right forearm pressed against his thighs. Yoriichi was about to ask what she was doing, well aware that she was not going to lift him up off the floor but burst into laughter as she suddenly pressed her lips against his stomach and blew a raspberry. Uta giggled and pressed a few kisses around Yoriichi’s stomach to distract him before blowing another raspberry against his left ribcage.

“UTA!!” Yoriichi cried, laughing hysterically as her kisses focused just above his belly button. “OKAHAHAY!! OKAYYY!! AHAHAHAHA!! DOHOHON’T BLOW OHOHON MY BEHEHELLY!!”

“I’m just trying to kiss you!!” Uta laughed, holding Yoriichi’s arms away from his stomach. “Let me give you love!!”

“THAHAT’S NOT KIHIHISSING!! THAHAT’S TIHIHICKLING!!” Yoriichi wheezed, snorting loudly as Uta blew another raspberry on his stomach. “UHUHUTA!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREATHE!!”

“Oh don’t worry my love, you’re gonna survive!” Uta dramatically sighed, blowing another raspberry before pressing more kisses along Yoriichi’s torso.

“NOHOHO!! I WOHOHON’T SUHUHURVIVE!! OH GOD!! IHIHIT’S HOHOHOT!! IHIHI’M GOING TO STAHAHART SWEHEHEATING!!” Yoriichi wailed, trying to escape but growing weaker by the second. “OH COHOHOME ON!!”

Laughing, Uta kissed Yoriichi’s stomach before blowing one final raspberry, watching as her lover instantly curled up into a protective ball, giggling and hiccuping for the next few minutes. When Yoriichi rolled over to face Uta, she grinned, his cheeks bright pink and his ever growing hair an absolute mess, falling out of the formerly neat ponytail.

Uta leaned down and kissed Yoriichi’s lips, brushing his bangs away from his eyes. “I love you.” she whispered, pressing another tender kiss to Yoriichi’s lips. “No more tickles, I promise!”

“I love you too.” he replied, chuckling as he grabbed his kimono, sliding his arms through the sleeves. “I’m sorry, I know you like staring at me without my clothes on but I am putting it back on!”

“Aawww!!! How come??” Uta asked, giggling as Yoriichi kissed her neck.

“Because of that stunt you pulled!” Yoriichi growled, kissing her cheeks. “You’ve just lost kimono-less Yoriichi Tsugikuni privileges!”

Seeing Yoriichi smile and hearing him laugh will never get old and she vows she will continue to make him laugh until the day she dies.