#THE giggler of all time

[huellitaa]

giggling 24/7 365

[syntheticsymp]

Personally, I’m a huge fan of stoner!konig

Anti-depressants and anxiety meds were impossible to get right for him. So, whenever he wasn't deployed, he had no problem going back to his empty apartment to hide away from the world and take the edge off with a blunt courtesy of Horangi.

Somehow, Konig always ended up at your doorstep, turning up like a stray dog who wanted attention. Despite brushing his teeth until his gums were sore and the atrocious amount of cologne he spritzed on, it was clear by his pink eyes that he was high. His pupils were blown wide as he looked down at you, still too nervous to tell you exactly what he wanted.

You let him in without a word. You always did. He was your neighbor, and sort of your friend, though he could barely talk to you without the help of a relaxant.

When he was sober, Konig was terrified. Terrified of hurting you, of saying the wrong thing, of the memories he tried to repress, and the possibility of taking them out on you. He could end the lives of many enemies and bark orders to soldiers on the field, yet he couldn't bring himself to deal with a crush. It was pathetic and he knew it.

But when he was high, he could talk easier. He joked around with you as you'd sit him on your couch and babysit him. He could touch your hand and squish your face without being terrified of accidentally crushing you.

The two of you talked for a while. If any of the men back at the base knew that Konig was a giggler, they would surely not believe whoever told them. As the hours dragged on, the two of you later played a movie and commented about whatever crappy decisions the directors made.

It was around the same time each night he spent with you when he pressed a sloppy kiss against your neck. Like clockwork, you jumped in response. His romantic affection always surprised you.

“Mein Shatz,” he mumbled against your skin, his nose buried against you. His hands wrapped around you, not anywhere scandalous, but enough to pull you closer.

You sighed. This wasn't anything new, he always got handsy before the weed eventually knocked him out for the night.

You repositioned yourself toward the end of the couch, before patting your lap. You knew the schedule by heart. “Come on, big guy.”

Konig gave you a goofy grin, showing off his cracked lips and chipped teeth. He didn't protest at all as he flopped onto his side, burying his face between your thighs as whatever movie you put on played in the background.

More often than not, he fell asleep on your lap. Tonight was no different. It took seconds for his soft snores to fill your room. Since another enemy broke his nose (this was the third time Konig broke it) his snoring became worse. You didn't really mind it anymore. It was more akin to a white noise machine than an annoyance. You ran your fingers through his buzzed hair, petting him like a dog as he drooled on your lap.

It was so... Domestic. You were growing used to it. So was he.

Konig always woke up around noon during nights like that. You had already left for your job, the memory of you the night before hazy in his mind.

On the coffee table was the same familiar note in your handwriting, propped up by a glass of water you left to cure his dry mouth.

‘Left for work, I hope to see you around soon!’

Konig pocketed the note, downing the water in a single gulp, before walking down the hall back to his apartment. The little slip of paper would go on his bedroom wall, just like the rest you had written. A little reminder that, for a little while, he could be with you without worry.

He loved the way you domesticated him.

[idliketobeatree]

i just know for a fact that charles has a tragic, chronic giggler disease in bed. like, yes of course, crying during sex beautiful and true, but have we ever considered him smiling so widely that they literally cannot proceed with anything, because edwin keeps asking him "what made you laugh this time? what is so hilarious?", and charles needs to duck his head because how can he explain that he's incandescently happy and it's not going away. "sorry we can't kiss, i can't control my joy long enough to relax my mouth. oops." and he's like "okay, okay, i got this, for reals this time"; it takes edwin palming both of his cheeks to pull charles in and charles just. grins. again. teeth clinking in the middle. he would be mortified if this was anyone else or if edwin decided that's enough and maybe we should play cluedo instead.

he's doing neither, because edwin's a good person like that. he finds a way to tickle him along the sides so that charles has a reason to have a chuckling fit at least.

and it must have been a complete shock to edwin too. if he dared to imagine it at all, he never would've guessed intimate relations could be so... freeing. that you can laugh yourself to tears and still keep going, that your lover can have such a wonderful time exploring everything unknown about you that he's glowing inside and out. from what he's gathered, sex is supposed to bring a certain level of seriousness and it's like, the exact opposite with charles— frankly, it's just more of charles, everything about him distilled and intensified, his normally warming smiles are blinding now, the way his limbs move thrice as graceful as when he's on a case. you know edwin has a list of favourite charles sounds, and somewhere near the top lands the breathy, unabashedly happy huff which morphs into a quiet moan by the end. he loves it. he'd be lacking without it. edwin is the luckiest ghost on earth, it seems.

[crescenthistory]

carinaaa congratulations on 2k!!!🥹 could I pretty please request an 'argue' with 66 and 26 from list a and 8 from list c with our resident cassanova Remus Lupin <3

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i will ARGUE for prompt 66 "half-finished crochet projects" and prompt 8 "i want to go home to my wife" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, alcohol, drunk!remus, established relationship, idiots in love

wc: 902

There were many versions of Remus that you could fish out of various bottles of alcohol.

There was the philosopher you would find in a bottle of whiskey. There was the loud and outspoken boy you would find in a few shots of tequila. The limoncello giggler, the cocktail dancer, the vodka idiot.

Your all-time favourite, though, would selfishly always be wine drunk Remus – because there was nothing on his mind but you.

Wine drunk Remus was an enamoured Remus.

When Lily invited you all over for a relaxing wine night, you had been a bit giddier than perhaps normal and Remus just shook his head and smiled at you. After this many years together, he had to know what he was like when he had enough red wine, but he was kind enough to silently indulge you.

After spending 40 minutes in the kitchen, getting sidetracked by talking at length with Pandora about what type of incense was best for the various days of the week, you heard a slightly slurred voice that warmed your heart all too well.

“Where is dovey?” 

You lit up at the love smeared across every word he said, holding back a laugh at the petulant tone behind them that told you he was surely talking to James or Sirius – the only ones apart from you that he showed this side openly to. The lovestruck side. 

Everyone else saw it too, of course, but what Remus didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Pandora tapped the side of her nose knowingly. “I think somebody’s looking for you.”

Your laughter rumbled low in your chest as you handed her the bottle you had originally gone off to fetch together, kissing her cheek briefly in the passing. “I want to hear all about how the moonwater turns out!” you called over your shoulder as you exited the lovely kitchen, searching for your husband.

“She’s in the kitchen or something, Moons,” you heard James say in the same tone he often spoke to Harry in, sounding as if this was not his first time saying this. “She’ll be back soon.”

“I want to go home to my wife.”

You found Remus and James sitting on the plush chairs in the little seating area squeezed in between the living room and dining room – truly, Potter Manor was too large for their own good. Remus’ bottom lip was just slightly tutted out and you saw the mirth swirling in James’ eyes, skin wrinkling happily around them at the sight of his best friend having had one too many.

“Home to your wife? Am I not here, baby?” you asked, unable to hide the laughter coating your words. You came up from behind him to place your hand on his shoulder.

The speed at which Remus’ head seemed to whip around immediately made him dizzy, but his smile didn’t dim on account of it – on the contrary, it seemed to widen painfully as he took you in.

“Dove,” he breathed out happily, stretching his cracking limbs to pull you closer to where he was seated, pressing his face to your stomach. “You disappeared.” 

“I’m sorry lovely, I was just chatting away with Pandora and lost track of time. Didn’t know you were looking for me.”

You met James’ gaze, an unspoken understanding between your more sober selves as you let yourselves be thoroughly entertained by the sight before you. One of your hands held Remus closer as the other came up to card through his tousled hair, earning you an immediate sigh of contentment. 

“‘M always looking for you.” Remus buried his face further into you as he spoke with a decided slur.

Your body shook with laughter as you kept petting him carefully. “Did you want to go home? Perhaps it’s time to sleep a little.”

Remus propped his chin up on your stomach to stare up at you, eyebrows furrowed in question. His hands came up to cling to your hips, but you suspected it was partly a matter of balance. “Why would we sleep? We have so much to do.”

“Like what?” James was the one who spoke through a laugh this time and Remus seemed genuinely surprised he was still there.

“We have half-finished crochet projects to throw ourselves into!” Remus insisted. He looked back up at you, almost pouting again. “I wanted you to show me how to do the jasmine stitch again. I forgot. It’s so much easier to knit, but you make crochet seem so… beautiful.”

The way he trailed off at the end of his sentence made you think he forgot what he was going to say and concluded on beautiful simply because he was looking at you. It was ridiculous how content you were.

With kind fingers, you brushed over Remus’ cheek, heart warming as he nuzzled against your hand. “Okay, my love. We can crochet in bed together.”

James gave you a yeah sure look, flashing his teeth as he laughed, clearly not having any faith in Remus’ ability to stay awake for much longer. You rolled your eyes with a smile, despite being more than aware he was right.

“Come now,” you whispered to Remus, helping him up and out of his seat. “Let’s get you home to your wife.”

His responding grin told you that somewhere within him he knew he was being ridiculous – and that he was loving every second of it.

“Yes please."

[byfulcrums]

mtmte is the best comic ever and i can prove it to you

There is, of course, the canon mpreg

Grimlock, known Decepticon killer, gets adopted into a group known as The Worst Decepticons Alive, has a baby with them

The bloodthirsty, mentally ill guy that lowkey caused Megatron to go all evil adopts a bunch of red scraplets

Ratchet steals his ex-coworker's hands and keeps them for himself

On the hands: Before that, he would hit his with a hammer because they didn't work properly. Right before a surgery

Man experiences police brutality, decides to take over the universe

Rodimus' nonsensical doodles turn out to be a map leading to heaven

Rodimus also gets crucified

The therapist of the ship, also known as the most forgettable guy ever, is actually God with a capital G

God befriends a guy doing everything in his power to prove the existence of the afterlife

God befriends an atheist

God almost gets sacrificed

Remember the Worst Decepticons Alive? Their dumbest member (who genuinely believes squirrels live in minds) created the cure for lobotomies

There's a random man's corpse sticking out of the engine and also a kinda-vampire

To turn vampires back into regular people you have to hit them real hard in the head

The leader of the DJD runs his group of bloodthirsty killers and torturers like an office workplace

They get scolded by the tiny medic they could squish and are terribly afraid of her

You get to know how the war actually started! It was because of a curly straw

Character goes back in time to stop the war because he's gay and ends up accidentally causing it

Multiple transfem characters!! All of the girls are trans!!!! And most of the boys are gay!!!!

They made STARSCREAM the ruler of the world

There's an entire chapter dedicated to that one time they were chased by a planet

Local Girl's Best Friend Dies, Responds To That By Putting His Brain In Her Eye Socket

They steal a guy's corpse, increase his size with an experimental thingy an amoral scientist created, and use his alt mode as a spaceship when theirs gets stolen

There's an Autobot spy that communicates to them by shooting a crew member

Even the serious panels have meme potential (see: Overlord and Rodimus)

Whirl's general existence makes the world a worst place, which makes the comic even better

"What gives? I'm normal again! Well, relatively speaking."

[Singing] "No one cares! No one cares what you have to say~"

Whirl making a depressed Rodimus so angry that he goes to get by by lighting (I actually can't remember if this is how it went lmao, it might've been the other way around)

When he told everyone about the time he "killed" someone in their sleep and shoved their wand up their ass

Brainstorm creates a button that allows the characters to break the fourth wall. Swerve presses it and becomes a narrator

One of the most painful slow burns EVER. Jesus

Their first actual interaction consisted of Cyclonus dropping Tailgate because he was annoying

Then: "I knew you'd find me"

Violent warlord that has destroyed multiple planets and planned to conquer the universe gets legally mandated into becoming the ship's captain, much to Roddy's despair

At some point, Megatron starts to sound just like Rodimus when talking to Magnus and it makes him want to kill himself

OP gives Roddy and Meg the shared title of "co-captain" so Rodimus wouldn't get upset

Oh, here's a thing: Tumblr is canon in TF IDW

The Scavengers (Worst Decepticons) go to the real world as TF toys and it's never mentioned ever again

Warriors who have endured six million years of war, powerful and feared, freak out when the light goes out

Space Jesus 2 demands an audience with God, gets hit by lightning and disappears

Character survives a terminal illness by dying

Ultra Magnus gets drunk. He's a giggler. He also starts crying

And more!!!!

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Nypmh

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 17+ Word Count - 1008

Not 100% on who made the Telemachus art I used this time, if someone knows please let me know cause I am not sure.

Telemachus stood on the small ship's deck watching as the island came into view. It was only a short trip to have a diplomatic meeting with the king of a neighbouring island, but it still made him feel rather guilty. He never liked to leave his mother alone in the palace, but he had left his best men to guard it. Nor did he like leaving Argos, but he knew the older dog could take care of himself. In years past kings and lords knew the situation of Ithaca, so when discussions were needed they all visited Ithaca. But the older Telemachus had gotten, and the more responsibilities he had to take on, the more of these trips he had to do.

The ship soon came to the stone docks and there Telemachus was met by a commander, who stood by the docks in a long purple robe, with his sword at his side.

“Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca,” He greeted arms open as he stepped closer, “A pleasure to see you again,”

Telemachus shook the man’s hand, “Greetings Lord Commander.”

“I trust your journey was fast and eventless?”

“Yes, by the gods.” He nodded, “Do you know what it is the king wishes to discuss?”

“You’re guess is as good as mine,”

The lord commander led Telemachus through the imposing gates of the palace. They arrived at a small guest suite. With a fire burning, a bed made ready and a balcony with views across the vast water. The curtain’s softly billowing in the breeze.

“The king will summon you when he is ready,”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Lord Commander.”

“You are welcome, My prince.” He bowed before leaving the suite to attend to other business.

Telemachus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he had some food and wine to clear his mind. He wanted to sleep but he knew the king had a habit of demanding meetings at strange times and getting angry when the summons didn’t immediately appear to his audience. So he just took a seat on the bed to try and clear his mind.

“Tehe he he he…” A little giggle caught his attention,

He raised an eyebrow and looked around the room trying to find the source of the sound.

“Hee he he he…” Another little giggle came from the balcony,

Telemachus slowly went out onto the balcony glancing around the pillars, until he caught the mysterious giggler.

A girl had her head poked around the pillar but when she saw him she hid behind the pillar,

He couldn’t help but smile as he took a step closer, “Hello? You can come out… Come on? I won’t bite,” he chuckled,

She slowly leaned her head out, a long bubble braid of hair held with silver jewellery hung down almost to her feet,

He smiled and leant on the stone, “Hi,”

“Hi.” she giggled,

“And who might you be?”

“Y/n.” she giggled,

“Y/n?” He smirked, “And why are you doing on my balcony, Miss Y/n?”

“I wanted to see if the prince was handsome,”

“Oh?” He laughed, “And is he?”

She nodded excitedly,

“You’re sweet,” he smiled, “But come on, you need to let me see you so I can tell if you’re beautiful too?”

y/n giggled and happily came out from behind the pillar revealing her body draped by a thin blue and lilac dress with silver jewellery,

Telemachus couldn’t help but smile, admiring her. “I was right, very beautiful,” he softly took her hand to help her down with him where he slowly wrapped his arms around her,

She giggled and happily pushed her body up against his,

“You are very sweet, very beautiful too… and trouble,” he smirked his eyes running over her and slowly his hands slid across her dress,

She giggled and nuzzled her head under his chin,

“Ohh you’re definitely trouble,” He smirked as he tightened his arms around her and picked her up,

She playfully squealed and giggled as he carried her inside and sat down on the bed pulling her onto his lap,

He tightened his grip on her to keep her close running his hands slowly across her body through her thin dress peppering her skin with little kisses, “Humm, such a sweet little nymph.” he smirked his hands sliding down to her thighs, his hand squeezing her thigh hard, inhaling her sweet scent, making little effort to hide the excitement she was causing below his Chlamys, “What’s the matter my little nymph? Aren’t you used to men having this effect on you?”

“Most boys don’t get to see me.” she giggled,

“No? I must be very lucky then,” he smirked massaging her thighs as he pushed up her dress, “Or all the men here are fools not to see how perfect you are,”

Y/n squealed playfully but wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss,

Telemachus returned the kiss pulling her hard against his body as they kissed, their hands exploring one another impatiently,

But just before he could begin unlacing her dress-

“Prince Telemachus, Our king is ready for his audience with you!” A man called from beyond the door,

Telemachus groaned as he pulled back enough to speak, “Ughh- Yes! Thank you. I’ll be there in a moment,” He softly pushed Y/n off his lap and onto the bed, he got to his feet and adjusted himself so it was less obvious he was so hard below his clothes, “Duty calls my sweet,”

She playfully pouted as she lay on the bed purposely tormenting him,

He chuckled, “Do not be cruel to your poor prince,” He told her leaning down to kiss her again, “I won’t be long. Stay out of trouble till I get back, my little nymph,” He said before he headed for the door, but he had to turn back and look at her one more time,

She playfully waved and blew him a kiss,

He chuckled back and blew her a kiss too, “Wait there for me Y/n.” He winked before he left to go and meet with the king.

[minswriting]

EMILY PRENTISS NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare

Emily loves giving and receiving aftercare. However her version of aftercare is cuddling while laughing and giggling at random jokes together. She’d also totally want to get snacks or get high after.

B = Body Part

On herself, Emily loves her boobs. On you, she loves your waist. She just wants to pull you towards her at all times.

C = Cum

When Emily cums, she has multiple orgasms and they’re usually always very intense. She also loves making you cum multiple times.

D = Dirty Secret

Emily’s dirty secret is that she wants to collar you so badly but doesn’t know if you’d be into that.

E = Experience

Emily has traveled around the world, been with many people. I’d say she’s pretty experienced. Especially with the ladies

F = Favorite Position

Hands down, scissoring. She loves being able to rub her clit against yours as your guys grind against one another. It just feels so good.

G = Goofy

Emily cracks so many jokes during sex. But in some cases, she can be very serious. She’s a giggler and giggles seductively during sex quite often.

H = Hair

Honestly, Emily is very well groomed down there. She’s either clean shaven or she has a triangle strip.

I = Intimacy

Emily is super intimate. She’s extremely attentive and wants to maximize pleasure for the both of you and make sure you’re both enjoying yourselves.

J = Jack Off

I fully believe that Emily masturbates once a day. She’s a firm believer of having at least one orgasm before bed at night to get a good night's sleep so I truthfully think she’s flicking her bean every night.

K = Kink

Emily has a mommy kink and lowkey a daddy kink too because Emily can be daddy lol. I think she’s strongly into overstimulation and orgasm denial. She is not opposed to choking either.

L = Location

Her favorite location to have sex is anywhere in her apartment but honestly, she’s down for anything anywhere. Wanna finger her in the parking lot? Alright bet. You want her to eat you out in the bathroom on the jet? Okay gladly. She’ll do anything and everything.

M = Motivation

Your boobs. She loves your titties so much. She’s constantly looking at them whether they’re big or small.

N = No

Nothing related to stabbing or burning. Wax play is a no simply because the idea of you getting burned does not sound good. Otherwise, she’s into almost anything!!

O = Oral

Emily is always down to eat puss. She was born to eat coochie. You think the CM men eat pussy? Nah. Emily eats coochie better than anyone. And when you go down on her, she’s absolutely living for it.

P = Pace

Depends on the mood for real. Whether you’re having a quickie or not, she wants what’s best for you both.

Q = Quickie

LOVES QUICKIES. Fingering you in the supply closet to get you to cum on her fingers quickly? Yes please. You eating her out in her office after a long case? Please do. Quickies are so much fun.

R = Risk

Emily loves the risk. In fact, I think she’s quite the exhibitionist and would not care if someone walked in on the two of you.

S = Stamina

She has a lot of stamina, especially when it comes to you.

T = Toys

Loves them!! She uses them on herself, she uses them on you, you guys use them together. Toys make things fun.

U = Unfair

Emily can be quite unfair. As stated before, she loves overstimulation and orgasm denial. So it’s heavily dependent on her mood but she’s either making you cum numerous times or telling you that you’re not allowed to cum at all.

V = Volume

She’s so vocal!! She’s praising you, telling you how good you’re doing, letting out her own whines and moans. She’s constantly making noise during sex and it’s so hot.

W = Wild Card

The two of you have totally had sex in Hotch’s office when it was Hotch’s office while he wasn’t there and it was great.

X = X-Ray

This is supposed to be for dick size but Emily doesn’t have a dick but her largest dildo is twelve inches.

Y = Yearning

The two of you are always down to fuck. You want your coochie ate? Emily’s got you. You want to go down on her? She’s got you. Want to scissor one another? Yes please. She is always down.

Z = ZZZ

I don’t think Emily falls asleep quickly after sex. She wants to have a snack after sex and cuddle before she can fall asleep.

[httpiastri]

NSFW alphabet – op81

author's note: hello again, rushed to finish this after quali today. mclaren second row lockout heck yes !!! anyways idk what i think about this one, first time posting something abt oscar in many months?? hope u enjoy tho :)

nsfw content below !! minors dni !!!

a – aftercare (what he is like after sex)

oscar is the biggest sweetheart after sex (when isn't he, though?). so so so gentle and caring for your every need. he'll be forcing you to drink some water, making sure you're cleaned up properly, helping you out with soothing lotions if your skin is sore.

lots of lots of kisses! forehead, nose, cheek, temple kisses, and especially little pecks on your lips. he loves having you rest on his chest after it all, fingers brushing along your skin or tangling in your hair. and there will be so many praises, "you did so well" and "you felt so good" and "you look gorgeous right now, did you know?"…

b – body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner's body)

oscar has a thing for collarbones. they're like a magnet to his lips; his lips are automatically drawn to them. he loves to brush his thumb along them, seeing you shiver when he places fleeting kisses on top of them, and most importantly leaving little lovebites for only the two of you to see and know about. oscar is also in love with your breasts, no matter how big or small they are.

can't believe i almost forgot to write your eyes… i will get back to this later but your eyes are definitely one of his favorite things about you. watching you blink up at him innocently, watching your eyes flutter closed, watching them roll to the back of your head… oh he's smitten.

on his own body, he really likes his thighs. if he got to choose, he would have you sitting on his lap at all times. 24/7, no matter the occasion. the sight of you getting off just by riding his thigh is one of his absolute favorites, he loves flexing his muscles under you and guiding your hips down onto him.

c – cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

since he's a fan of your boobs (well, everything in the chest area, to be fair), he loves to pull out and spill his load over your breasts. he won't do it every time, but he savors the chances he gets. totally has a few pics of you with his cum all over your chest, dripping along your collarbones, saved for the moments when he misses you the most.

d – dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

maybe not a dirty secret per se, but oscar has a little submissive streak... he sure does love begging a little, pouting and whining to get what he wants. and i mean, who could say no to these eyes looking up at you?

e – experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

well oscar went to school for longer than a lot of other racing drivers, and boarding school for that matter, so i think he's been able to get quite a bit of experience. he knows a lot, but it's more important to him to get to know you and what you like. his prior experience doesn't matter as much as the experience he gains together with you.

f – favorite position (this goes without saying)

oscar thinks you're the most gorgeous thing ever so you bet he doesn't want to spend even a second not getting to look into your pretty eyes. anything where he can watch your face contort or relax, and your eyes squeeze shut or blink up at him, makes him so weak. he loves a classic missionary, especially if he gets to hike one of your legs over his hip and especially if you put a pillow under your lower back because he knows you love it. and when you're enjoying himself, he enjoys himself, too.

seeing you ride him makes him a little crazy though, but don't expect him to keep his eye contact with you during it; his eyes will be firmly glued onto your boobs as they bounce up and down, he can't help it.

g – goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

oscar is a soft giggler during sex. he isn't overly serious but not overly humorous either, just a good mix. he's low laughs when you're whining for him, playful coos as reactions to your impatience, and a lot of "baby, let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?" with teasing smiles. he's just not scared of a little humor because sex doesn't have to be so strict to him; it's just a cozy time you spend together and he wants you to be as comfortable and relaxed as you can.

h – hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's no naked rat, but he likes to keep things neat. a bit trimmed, not super short but also not long. though i also feel like he definitely adjusts to your likes and what you find attractive.

i – intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sex isn't just fucking to him; sex is lovemaking. he loves to be romantic with it. celebrating birthdays or anniversaries in your bedroom with little candles everywhere to set the mood, rose petals in a heart on the bed, with a cozy bubble bath after. and even when it's not a big occasion, he's very soft and romantic. he has a few playlists he loves to put on, he knows exactly what to say to get you in the mood and where to press his lips to draw out your oh so sweet sounds. oscar is all gentle touches and soft glances.

j – jack off (masturbation headcanon)

that one time when you accidentally walked in on him jacking off because you came home early from work/school, he was so extremely flustered – but he also found it very arousing. when you asked him if you could help him out, he couldn't help his hasty nods and the way his heart skipped a few beats in his chest. watching you settle on his lap, your hands starting where his had left off, fingers brushing up and down along him teasingly... from that day, he replays the image of you giving him a handjob in his mind whenever he does it himself, and he loves to get your help whenever he doesn't have a lot of time but needs to get off before a race etc.

k – kink (one or more of his kinks)

marking. 100%. he'll be lowkey and casual with it, not really saying much about it, but after a while you come to the realization that he leaves quite a lot more lovebites than anyone you've been with before. the inside of your thighs, your hips, your ribs... but especially your chest area. they won't usually be where anyone can see, because he likes to keep your sex life private, but there have been occasions when he's been a bit extra riled up (or jealous) and he just couldn't back from leaving trails of hickeys down your neck. he just adores the thought of you having a physical reminder of who you belong to, even if they fade after a while.

l – location (favorite places to do the do)

your bedroom is the #1 favorite, but he's okay with other places too. he especially likes your bathtub, especially when the lights are dimmed and you've got some pretty candles spread out in the room (and downed a few glasses of wine possibly).

m – motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

oscar loves lingerie. if you wore any lingerie, he would be turned on instantly. he just can't help it. i also feel like he's the type to just get turned on from mundane, domestic things. like, seeing you cooking? watching you do your nighttime routine? it's a reminder him that you're there, you're real, and you're his. there's nothing hotter than that.

during the actual lovemaking, he gets a little crazy whenever you say his name. especially when you're about to come and his name slips from your lips in the form of a breathless whimper and he can feel your insides contract around him. it could make him come instantly.

n – no (something he wouldn't do, turn-offs)

nothing where there's even the slightest chance that you'll injure yourself. nuh uh. he also dislikes things where you won't be able to easily quit if anything were to happen, like bonding. the idea of you being tied up when the fire alarm goes off or you get a panic attack makes his skin crawl, it's his worst nightmare.

o – oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i don't think he has anything against receiving it, but it won't happen unless you initiate it. he's very certain about not pressuring you in that way; he knows it's not always your favorite thing to do and he respects that.

i see him as someone who loves to give it, though. especially if he can take his time with you, rile you up with soft kisses and gentle caresses of your skin.

p – pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

oh i totally see oscar as more slow and sensual. as we've covered already, sex is lovemaking to him, and he's in no rush. he wants to enjoy every second of it, and make sure you do too. foreplay can last for an eternity with him because he loves preparing you for what's to come.

q – quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he'd rather take his time with you and do it properly. if he really needs to blow off some steam, he'd rather just jack off or have you help him out if you don't have any time. if you're going to have sex, he wants to not be in any rush, and he wants to have time to properly take care of you after.

r – risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)

he's definitely open to experiment. he might want to try more things than he's willing to admit; even though he's fully comfortable with you by now, something still makes him a bit nervous about talking to you about it. he wants to find a 'good opportunity' to bring the idea up, but it might take him some courage to do it. he'll be very gentle, shy eyes blinking at you, voice soft… "only if you're okay with it, of course!" and "you really have to tell me if you don't want to. you have to promise me", maybe even making you pinky promise that you indeed do want to try the thing.

he'd be over the moon if you insinuated it, though. anything you're up for, he's automatically up for, too.

s – stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

i think his stamina is quite good. when i say that he loves taking his time with you, i mean it in that way, too; he can go on for hours. if he needs to take a break, then he'll start focusing on you and making you feel good instead. neither of you will ever get tired, he just keeps on going until he's satisfied.

t – toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

i wouldn't say he's the biggest fan of them, but he doesn't have anything against them, either. he's much happier if he gets to be the person to make you feel so good. though, the thought of you using your toys on yourself when he's not around really gets him going, and if anything, he's okay with you using them on yourself even when you're together. (fic abt osc watching you use your vibrator hereee)

u – unfair (how much he likes to tease)

not as much as some other people (*cough cough* his teammate *cough cough*) but he does enjoy it. he really likes teasing fingers dragging up and down your ribs, fleeting kisses all over your skin, brushing your hair away from your face as you're waiting for him to do something.

he does it in a gentle and sweet way that should be interpreted as just cute but it makes you furious sometimes? because he can be so slow it's infuriating and you want him to just get on with it already. he'll be pretending to think things through or fiddle with a belt, and you'll just go crazy because he should be touching you but he's just finding a bunch of excuses to keep you on your toes. he loves to see you squirming and whining beneath him, holding your hands away easily with a 'tsk' when you try to release some of your tension yourself since he's so goddamn slow. (blurb ish on this topic hereeee)

v – volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)

a lot of heavy breathing. i see him as a groaner, but he's not overly loud with it. he lovesss to talk you through it, though. "are you ready? is this okay? tell me if i need to pause. that feels so good, you're doing so good."

w – wild card (a random headcanon)

oscar LOVES praising you. it just happens naturally because he thinks you're doing so well and he loves you so much, he must tell you. "that's perfect, love. i love it when you do that. god, you feel so good. look at you, taking me so well. and looking so beautiful while doing it? there's no one as good as you..."

x – x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

just a bit longer than average but it's the thickness that makes him stand out. even after being together for a long while, it takes you a good amount of foreplay to stretch out for him, and it still feels like he's splitting you open once he finally slips fully into you.

y – yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

nothing too special i'd say, he loves a good few rounds but he enjoys a sweet, romantic night of another kind just as much.

z – zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterward)

a sleepy boy in general but most of the time, he gets a little energy boost out of sex instead. he will be the last to fall asleep pretty much every time, which is also because he just wants to enjoy the moment for as long as he can before eventually falling asleep. he adores having you in his arms after doing his aftercare routines, drawing little shapes into your skin as you start to fall asleep. once asleep, though, he sleeps so well & heavy. it'll take three alarms and you bribing him with kisses for him to actually wake up before 1pm.

[dovewingkinnie]

man.. reading this part of the doctors document that he wrote pisses me off "doubley importnat that im properly protected at all times" 🤓☝️ SHUT UUUUUUUUPPPPPP oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOOD "i got a good laugh out of it" The funny music? It made u giggle? Teehee? Are u the giggler? my head is in my hands

[666anxiety666]

can you maybe do Ler Swansea headcannons :3 (if you’ve already done that sorry I haven checked your blog💔)

Was gonna make a whole headcanons list for all the characters, so it thought I'd just answer this here. 🙏

🪓Mouthwashing tickle headcanons.🩸

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Curly

LEE

🧡 this man loves tickles but will never admit it.

🧡 his tummy and ribs are his most sensitive spots.

🧡 gets embarrassed when tickling is brought up in convo.

🧡 would always lose tickle fights to jimmy when they were kids. Sometimes on purpose

🧡 will try to keep his laughter as quiet as possible before it becomes too much, and it turns into deep cackles.

🧡 "noho, wahahait! wahaHAHAHAIT-!"

🧡 hadn't been tickled in years until Daisuke, in Daisuke fashion, found out.

🧡 blushes a lot.

🧡 doesn't try very hard to get away as he doesn't want to hurt the person tickling him.

LER

🧡 as a ler, however, his confidence is brought back.

🧡 will want revenge if he's playful and will chase you down to get it.

🧡 this man will tease you the whole time. he likes to play innocent as if he isn't wrecking you underneath him.

🧡 "What? what's so funny? me? tickling you? i have no clue what you're talking about!"

🧡 "Geez, you must think I'm hilarious if you're laughing so much..!"

🧡 he's strong. the strongest guy on the ship aside from Swansea. so pinning you down won't be an issue for him. no matter

🧡 he doesn't want to hurt you or take it too far, so he will check up on you afterwards.

🧡 he's actually very good at tickling. knows everything in the god damn book to get you screaming.

🧡 his favourite thing to do is the claw with his had on the lee's stomach.

🧡 he'll also give killer raspberries. Also, the only reason he attempts to grow his beard.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Anya

LEE

🩵 she isn't overwhelmingly ticklish but still is.

🩵 she's ticklish all over, really. but the spots that really get her are her underarms, neck, and her feet. (not in a weird way obviously.)

🩵 she's a giggler in the beginning. but get one of her worst spots, and she'll be squealing.

🩵 her laughter is soft in the beginning, but after a while, she's howling.

🩵 "nohoho, plehehease..! ple-! PLEHEHEASE!"

🩵 will squeal loudly if you surprise her.

🩵 she actually doesn't mind tickles. she finds it strangely comforting. but I didn't tell you that.

🩵 she squeaks. she once did it when Curly was tickling her and was so embarrassed.

LER

🩵 she gives big sister energy when it comes to tickling honestly. her tickles can be either soft or rough depending on what they're for.

🩵 she'll be gentle if she's cheering someone up or if you're, i don't know, not Daisuke. Curly isn't off the hook either.

🩵 however. if you've pissed her off, it's war. Daisuke is a frequent victim.

🩵 she teases no matter if it's soft or rough tickles. either way, she has a way to make you flustered as hell.

🩵 "Come on, it's only a little tickle. It's not so bad... you sound so cute..!"

🩵 "Too much? maybe don't cheat then, you little asshole!"

🩵 her nails are a killer.

🩵 will feel bad if she's taken it too far, which is often the case during board games.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Daisuke

LEE

🩷 MY BOY!

🩷 this mf is ticklish everywhere isn't not even funny. more so where there's muscle or bones.

🩷 his worse spots are his tummy, thighs, and hips.

🩷 he'll be giggling before you've even started. he hates anticipation. It makes him very flustered.

🩷 hates it when people blow in his ears. He'll squeal.

🩷 be ready to give chase if he's not sitting or lying down. cause this man will run for his damn life.

🩷 he secretly gets in lee moods a lot. its makes him very flustered and has a hard time asking for help.

🩷 was also very confused when he first got one and was freaking out.

🩷 that's why he'll annoy and provoke anyone around him.

🩷 on the very rare chance he has asked for tickles. he's very, very embarrassed about it.

🩷 he's very weak to rib counting and raspberries.

🩷 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh. you'll think someone is being murdered.

🩷 "NOHO, STAHAHAHAP! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!

🩷 is sensitive to any and every form of tickling.

🩷 will giggle like crazy at soft tickles.

LER

🩷 like Anya, he's giving older brother vibes.

🩷 he's surprisingly strong, not Curly level strong, but can pin you down well.

🩷 knows where everyone is ticklish and it's scary.

🩷 his teases are ruthless. knows exactly what will make you flustered.

🩷 "Aw! right here? it tickles right here, right? I'll have to stay right here then!'

🩷 "At this point, i may never stop!"

🩷 he definitely knows every trick in the book, and one hundred per cent tells jokes to make it seem like you're laughing at them.

🩷 will sometimes take it too far. but will always try not to and make sure you're okay.

🩷 will get excited if anyone asks them to tickle them. he'll act like he's just been asked to serve the country.

🩷 teams up with Anya on occasion.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Swansea

LEE

💜 I can't really think of much for Lee Swansea.

💜 I'd say he's a little ticklish on his tummy and sides.

💜 but will quickly swat you away before telling you off. (Daisuke 👀)

💜 has a very wheezy and gruff laugh.

💜 "h-hey-! enohough yohohou..!"

LER

💜 now ler Swansea is different.

💜 he raised two daughters, to he used to play tickle monster with them both.

💜 and ever since Daisuke came into his life, the intern is like the son he never had. so poor Daisuke gets it the most.

💜 when he's in a playful mood, he'll tickle Daisuke for anything. not listening, to cheer him up, to wake him, or just because.

💜 he knows every technique in the book, too. He was a former tickle monster, after all.

💜 he teases a lot. like, this man's will make sure to make you feel even worse better than you already do.

💜 "Listen to ya! squealin' like a damn girl."

💜 "Maybe if ya had gotten your lazy ass up, we wouldn't be here, would we?"

💜 always knows when to back off or when you've had enough.

💜 sometimes will laugh along with you. Only if he's feeling playful.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

Jimmy

(I know, I know it's jimmy, but let's just pretend he's normal... ish. he's still mean, but he doesn't do any of his crazy shit he did in the game. 😭)

LEE

❤️ he's definitely ticklish, yet he'll never admit it for as long as he lives. he claims it's weak.

❤️ Curly is the only one who knows where he's ticklish and is the only one allowed to tickle him.

❤️ he's a fighter and will kick or punch.

❤️ the only spot he's really ticklish and will get a laugh out of him is his knees.

❤️ squeezing them will get a yell out of him. he'll kick and do anything to get you off.

❤️ his laugh his wheezy and grumbly.

❤️ will swear and insult you through his laughter.

❤️ "g-gehehet the fuhuhuHUUCK OFF MEHE-! FUHUCK YOHOHOU!"

❤️ i wouldn't try to tickle if you're not Curly. you will not survive.

LER

❤️ he's evil. very evil.

❤️ this man is not letting you go until you physically fight him off you. or you're in tears.

❤️ the only two people he's tickled before are Curly, who he's more careful with. but Daisuke? Daisuke had learned his lesson way too many times not to poke fun at Jimmy.

❤️ rough tickles. Damn rough tickles.

❤️ this man will hunt. you. down just to teach you not to mess with him.

❤️ is mean even when he's tickling.

❤️ "It tickles? that's kinda the point, dumbass."

❤️ "Jesus, just how sensitive are you? its kinda embarrassing..."

❤️ will fight you just to pin you down.

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Absolutely loved writing these. They were great fun! 🙏 you can tell who my favourite character is. 💀

Make sure to send over your own headcanons if you wish.

[chadobi]

Requesting a Rise Leo trying to win over a female reader who just isn’t playing his game. She thinks he’s a player. She catches him flirting with others and she calls him out with every pick up line he tosses. She’s caught feelings, but not willing to risk it so she disappears for a bit to figure out her heart and her head. While she’s gone Leo comes to the startling realization that she’s the only one who could ever hold his heart…but is he just “Too Little Too Late”. 🎶🎵🎶 Listening to some old school JoJo today and this song came on and it’s so Rise Leo coded. Give me angst, but with a changed Leo by the end, and a happy ending for our two love interests. And listen to the song for inspo 🎧🎤

OH GOD, I wrote something with ROTTMNT Leo because OH GOD, how I love him! I really hope you’ll like this one <3

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“Too Little, Too Late?”

Rise!Leonardo x fem!reader

Leo was a flirt.

Everyone knew it. He knew it. You especially knew it.

You’d seen him work his charm on every cute face that passed through the lair. Clever quips, smooth grins, that smug little gleam in his eye like he already knew how you’d react—he wielded his confidence like a blade.

But you weren’t one of the flustered masses. Not a giggler. Not a blusher. You? You caught every line like a fly ball in left field and threw it right back.

“Oh wow, did it hurt—when you fell from heaven?” he tried one day, leaning against the counter while you sipped your drink.

You didn’t even blink. “Not as much as it hurts listening to you recycle that line.”

“Oof.” He clutched his chest, grinning like you’d just kissed him instead of cut him.

But you noticed things.

The way he used charm as armor. The way he moved from one girl’s attention to the next, never staying still long enough to feel the silence. And you noticed, painfully, how your chest tightened when you caught him flirting with someone else. Again.

So you disappeared.

No goodbye. No explanation. Just space. Time. A chance to untangle your heart from a boy who never seemed to mean what he said.

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It hit Leo in stages.

At first, it was just weird. No comebacks? No smirking jabs? No one calling him out for his cheesy lines? Weird.

Then it was unsettling. He cracked a joke during patrol and instinctively looked around to see if you’d roll your eyes. You weren’t there.

Then it was lonely.

He hadn’t realized how much he looked forward to your shade, your wit, your presence. The silence left behind was deafening.

It took Mikey cornering him, voice uncharacteristically serious, to make it click.

“You miss her,” Mikey said. “Like… for real, not just ‘I want attention’ miss her.”

Leo didn’t even argue. He couldn’t. Because it was true.

You were the one person who saw through him. Who challenged him. Who never let him coast on charm and jokes. And he let you go. Or worse—drove you away.

That night, Leo sat alone on the rooftop, earbuds in, song on loop. JoJo’s voice echoed in his skull:

“It’s just too little, too late…”

And for the first time, he wondered if it really was.

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You came back weeks later. Not because you were ready—but because you missed them. All of them. Even him.

You didn’t expect him to be waiting outside the lair like a kicked puppy, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, pacing nervously until you stepped into view.

He froze when he saw you.

“Hey,” you said.

His voice was quiet. “Hey.”

The silence lingered.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “I didn’t know I was pushing you away. I thought if I kept things easy, I wouldn’t get hurt. But I did. I do. I miss you. All the time.”

You crossed your arms, steadying your voice. “I’m not going to be one of your flings, Leo.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

You blinked.

He stepped closer. “I want the hard stuff. The real stuff. The ‘you roast me to hell and back but still sit next to me on rooftops’ stuff. I didn’t get it before, but I do now.”

A beat.

“And I’ll wait,” he added, softer. “If you’re not ready. If you still don’t trust me. I get it. I just… I want to be the guy who earns it this time. Not the one who loses it.”

Your throat tightened. That wasn’t a line. It was him—no games, no mask, no easy out.

“…You’ve got work to do,” you said carefully.

He nodded, hope flickering. “I will. Promise.”

You let him stand there, fidgeting, for one more agonizing second—then finally, finally, you stepped into him, resting your head against his plastron.

“You’re lucky I’m a sucker for character development.”

His arms wrapped around you, gentle like he didn’t want to break the moment. “Oh yeah? Just wait ‘til the sequel. I’ve got a whole redemption arc queued up.”

[pixelchills]

Can you tell us some fun facts about dolldrops?

Oh, gladly! I can include some in-universe facts and facts about the real-life dolls!

In-universe (fictional):

Dolldrops have been in their doll bodies for over 10 years now (7 years with Mrs Flora, 3+ years with Chill).

Sunny is left-handed and has a squeaker in his right hand. Moony is right-handed and has a squeaker in his left.

The dolldrops are ageless. They act like responsible adults in some areas of their lives and like kids/babies in others.

They pretend to get married at least once a month.

Sunny is a frequent giggler and loves anything that has him included (except check-ups).

Moony has a very ticklish spot on his back where the hook used to be in their old body.

The Dolldrops were eventually legally adopted by Chill and changed their names to Sunspot and Moonbean.

Moony gets rid of any bugs that come inside the house. He chews them up and then spits them to the bin.

Sunny runs everywhere. He only walks when he's feeling down (or holding hands with Moon).

Moony sometimes sucks his thumb.

Sunny is much clumsier than Moony for some reason.

They're both cuddlebugs.

They both love watching Bluey.

Sunny has tiny solar panels inside his rays that make him the more energetic of the two.

Moony sometimes chews cables.

Sunny does most of the chores in the house.

Moony has lazy cat energy, Sunny is more like a small, excited dog.

The real life dolls:

They're sturdy enough to stand on their own.

They're constantly gaining more clothes because I am hopeless when it comes to baby clothes lol.

The dolls have their own drawers for clothing and 'their toys'.

Moony is gonna be a lot quicker and easier to do than Sunny. Sunny's rays took most of the time because they had to be hand sewn.

They've grown a little bit from their original size. The original dolls were 50cm tall but currently Sunny stands at 64cm (with rays).

Sunny weights approx. 1 kg.

My husband and I often pretend that Sunny is our super annoying toddler son (and we blame him for all the stuff that goes missing/gets broken).

Everytime hubby and I leave the house we say: "Dolldrops, you're in charge! Take care of the house while we're gone."

I wish to give the dolls voiceboxes/speakers somewhere in the future.

Hubby wants to make them a small ballpit.

The irl dolls are also traumatised by a vacuum cleaner: my best friends was helping me with Sun's rays and then started to hoover around to clean the dust. She bumped the table where Sun's rays were waiting and one of them fell straight in front of the hoover, which sucked it in XD We joke about Sunny being afraid of her now lol.

Everyone in my family loves them; my mum says they're her "grand-dolls"; my nieces want to always see pictures of the dolls when I see them; my sister compares Dolldrop Sunny to our grandfather's "muse", which was a monkey plush (grandpa was also an artist).

Thanks for the question, it was fun to come up with these! 🥰

[ghostgirl-22]

Artrick seeing two lesbians making out that look like girl versions of them like almost identical, pats like "dude check it out, they look like us, its literally us" 😭

Dorks lmaooo i love this <3

i threw this in too cause you know pats just gotta feminize him a little.

CW: MDNI, NSFW, unedited though I’ll try to come in later and clean it up

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It’s an unseasonably warm Saturday night… one of those nights where it’s still 80 degrees at midnight. They’re in San Francisco and the streets are flooded with people. He’s starting to feel the effects of the weed gummies they took before they left Patrick’s hotel room while they stand line for some nightclub. It’s been disappointing watching all the groups with girls go in at a much faster pace but it’s still early.

“Is it like this every Saturday?” Art asks, gazing around the crowded streets. Everything feels just a little bit heightened now.

”Well it definitely was when me and Tashi were here,” Patrick smirks. He’s gazing at a group of guys shirtless in cowboy hats with sashes on, one of them with a white hat his sash says “Bride to be” all of them walking across the street towards a gay club called Town.

Art’s a little bit overwhelmed if he’s honest. He’s not ventured too far from Palo Alto. He tells Patrick it’s because he’s too busy with work and tennis and school but the truth is he’s kinda having a hard time making friends. He’s so used to Patrick being his built in companion. He never had to venture out alone. A new movie comes out and he doesn’t even have to ask… he just buys the tickets and even if Patrick isn’t interested he tags along. If one of Art’s favorite bands is touring his plans are usually… me and Patrick and whoever else wants to come. But Patrick is always a given.

At Stanford he doesn’t have that. Most of his teammates have other friends or developed friendships in their freshman year. He’s playing with mostly juniors and seniors. Tashi is a superstar who everyone knew or wanted to know from day one so she’s always busy.

No one is mean to him but he does often feel like he’s struggling to find a rhythm. He’s alone a lot of the time and every interaction just feels superficial or like he’s trying too hard to be liked… which is a bit exhausting. None if it comes naturally… and he knows he doesn’t make it easy for people to get to know him either. So used to Patrick who could often tell him how he felt before he realized it himself. Patrick does that He’s starting to realize a lot of the friends he has outside of Patrick he met because of Patrick. Like having him there makes it so much easier for Art to open up… to be… known.

Art can’t admit that to him. He already feels pathetic enough sitting on his hands waiting for Patrick and Tashi to be available.

“Dude,” Patrick says, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

Patrick gestures and Art follows his gaze… not sure what he’s looking at.

“You see that? Or am I just really high?” Patrick asks.

“See what?”

“Over there… our dopplegangers.”

Art blinks and squints. He doesn’t see anything and he starts to wonder if maybe Patrick is just really high and then… two people. One with curly blonde hair and the other with curly black, they’re even dressed similar to what the two of them would wear… both in jeans… one in a dark top with white sneakers and the other in a white t-shirt.

Art giggles a little bit. It has to be the weed because he’s not normally a giggler. He covers his mouth but then he has to laugh again. “We’re really fucking high.” Art says as the dopplegangers disappear inside the bar across the street.

“Dude we should follow them,” Patrick says. “Not in a creepy way…” he adds when Art raises his eyebrows. “I just wanna make sure we’re not hallucinating. Come on, why don’t we go over there? There’s no line.”

“Don’t you think there’s no line for a reason?” Art asks.

”Not everything that is worth doing just cause everyone else is doing it.”

“Huh?”

“What I mean is what if everyone was falling off a cliff, would you?”

”You’re stupid when you’re high,” Art grins.

“Shut the fuck up… you know what I mean. Come on,” Patrick snakes his arm around Arts dragging him away.

Art looks back forlornly at how close to the front of the line they’d gotten. But then the bouncer lets a group of 7 girls skip ahead and he shrugs. “Okay fine.”

The woman checking IDs at the entrance of the place across the street stares at them with a mildly confused expression as they hand her their IDs. Art is a bit alarmed that she can tell they’re fake. But she just waves them in with a sort of resigned look and he breathes a sigh of relief. It’s clear Patrick didn’t share any of his concerns. He walks inside like he’s been 21 for years.

There is a crowd but it’s not overwhelming. The music is loud but it seems like they’re setting up the stage up front for a live band. Patrick approaches the bar and orders two rum and cokes, Art leans in next to him. Patrick closes what’s left of the distance between them. “Dude there they are.”

Art turns to look. They’re a few feet away. Blonde leaning into the brunettes ear. Now that they’re closer Art realizes the blonde is a girl, he can see she’s wearing some kind of lip gloss and her eyes look like they're lined with a mascara or whatever girls use to make them pop. She’s smiling at the brunette grabbing onto… her?

The brunette is a girl too. Black curls falling into her eyes. She doesn’t have wild freckles the way Patrick does. At least not that Art can tell in the dim light of the bar.

”Maybe they don’t look as much like us as you thought?” Art says, smirking as Patrick hands him his drink.

“Yeah well…” he trails off as the not-so-doppelgängers start kissing each other. It’s an odd thing to watch because when you can’t see their faces they do kind of look like—

Art feels his stomach flip flop from the memory. Unable to look away, watching the way the brunette is cradling the blondes face, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. She kisses like— like Patrick.

Art wishes he could stop thinking about that night in the hotel room in Flushing. He’s probably the only one still obsessing over it. Probably because they ended up together and he’s all alone with the memory. A little sick to admit the way he’s thought about Patrick just as much as Tashi ever since then.

He’s dragged from his thoughts by a sudden sharp nudge. it’s Patrick and Art realizes he’s been staring non stop and now their girl dopplegangers are sliding down the bar towards them.

“You guys are almost as cute a couple as we are,” blondie grins, clearly noticing the resemblance.

“I love when the gays come out to a lesbian bar.” The brunette adds and that’s the moment when Art’s slowed down weed addled brain realizes that nearly everyone in the place is female. He turns helplessly to Patrick cheeks slowly heating up with embarrassment and it’s clear Patrick’s just realizing it too but instead of looking properly ashamed…he starts grinning.

“Uh we’re n-not—“ Art begins to stammer his apologies.

”We’ve gotta support each other,” Patrick interrupts throwing his arm over Art’s shoulder. “Besides I usually call him my girlfriend…because he’s just so pretty.”

It’s stupid and Art rolls his eyes but the brunette laughs. “He is kinda pretty.” And the blonde grins, nodding in agreement.

“We’re waiting for our friends. You guys wanna join us?” Blondie asks.

And just like that it goes from odd and humiliating to sitting across from their doppelgangers (blonde Alicia and brunette Nikki actually) and trading shots while singing along to a live cover band. Patrick is just so fucking charming. Art wishes he had even a modicum of that charisma. A couple more girls join them. Surprisingly two of them go to Stanford. They even exchange numbers with Art promising to come watch him play tennis. He promises to go to one of their on campus theater productions.

Five minutes out with Patrick and he’s made friends easily. And that would be fine. That would be enough. But the whole night Patrick’s flirting with him like they’re together. Probably just trying to keep up the facade. It starts out as little things, cupping Art’s cheek, rubbing his hand on the small of his back. Calling him pretty, beautiful. Making the girls call him pretty too.

“God, Patrick,” Art mutters to him, barely able to stand it. It’s got his brain all fucked up (his body too, he’s been nursing a semi for the past hour, shifting to try and hide it from him). Not quite sure how he’s gonna recalibrate back to normal again after tonight.

Then at the end of the night when they’re just about to leave Patrick pulls him closer, an arm wrapped around Art’s shoulder, starts sofly talking in his ear in that gentle tenor “i love when you just go with it… like a good girl. Don’t think too much.”

Art shifts again as his cock fills out fully. Who knew how much he wanted to be Patrick’s good girl.

Patrick starts mouthing at his neck. So drunk. Still a little high. Low rumble of his laugh vibrating along Art’s throat. Laughing like he knows what he’s saying is stupid but he also knows it’s making Art crumble anyway.

Art shivers for the feeling and turns towards him. Faces so close they’re breathing each other in… lips just inches apart…and suddenly they're lips touch. Patrick’s arm still over his shoulder, lips so soft, tongue slipping shamelessly into Art’s mouth. Art hums and feels Patrick smile against his lips breaking the kiss.

Art turns away, heart pounding in his ears before Patrick directs his head back and kisses him again. It feels different than the hotel room. More deliberate. More… everything… everything that left Art tangled up in knots for months. He doesn’t know how long they kiss. Could be 5 minutes… could be an hour. He just knows he’s vibrating out of his skin by the time Patrick eases back. Fingers brushing along Art’s cheek. A little half smile spreading on his lips.

“Damn I’m supportive but save it for the bedroom boys,” one of the girls teases. And it’s only then that Art remembers where he is. Dazed he tries to laugh it off. The whole night feels surreal.

They say goodnight to the girls and they hop in a cab to ride back to Patrick’s hotel. “Nice job, I think you really convinced them,” Art says lightly, still trying to figure out how to come back from that.

“What about you? Are you convinced?”

Art feels his skin burning up. “Of what…”

Patrick laughs. “You think the girls are gonna go home and hook up?” He smirks.

“Dude. Oh my god.”

“What? I mean imagine it… our doppelgängers kissing… then you and I kiss. Our doppelgängers fucking… then you and I…”

“Oh…” Art feels his heart start to beat a little faster.

“That’s right…” Patrick smirks leaning in for another kiss, one hand settling onto Arts lap where it’s obvious he’s not calmed down. “Just go with it.”

[everettswritings]

hmmmm i love cookie run femboy type can you do tickle headcanon for affogato, prune juice and peach blossom cookie and pure vanilla cookie ?

Me, too. I love me a good femboy. However, I will cross Affogato off the list because I already did some headcanons for him here. Also, one hundredth post! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Prune Juice:

Lee:

Due to him being very frail, he is insanely ticklish! Like, embarrassingly so.

His worst spots are his tummy and armpits, they absolutely drive him crazy.

He tries denying it all he can, but there’s really no use in it. Especially when someone tickles him and he immediately caves in.

Very squirmy wormy! He will do everything in his power to escape, even though it’s entirely in vain. Again, frail body.

The giggliest little giggler, he’s also prone to voice cracks.

He absolutely loathes being teased! He’ll weakly yell at you to shut up, all while his face is completely pink.

Equally weak to everything, tools or just plain old hands.

Ler:

He’s a pretty normal ler, but if you tickled him first he will be absolutely evil!

He has at least one recipe for a potion that makes one more susceptible to tickling, and he ain’t afraid to use it. I have no idea what he would call it, I’m not creative with names, but it’s probably a dumb reference like the “I’ll be back” potion.

Since he doesn’t have much strength to his name, he relies on sneak attacks. Good thing he has stealth potions! Well, good for him, not for you. He probably also has a strength potion to chug down so that he can pin you down easier.

Always goes for death spots. For efficiency’s sake, y’know?

Not really the teasing type, but he will make sly little remarks here and there.

”Pfft! You poor thing, you’re so ticklish! Almost makes me feel bad.”

Peach Blossom:

Lee:

The softest laughter you’ve ever heard. It’s so gentle and smooth.

His worst spots are his palms, feet, ears, and back.

Not really one to struggle or squirm, but he will put his hands on yours when he’s had enough.

Melts for butterfly kisses, and regular tickly kisses! They weaken him every time beyond belief.

Not really a tool guy, honestly. They don’t make him laugh as hard as just hands alone.

Occasionally he does get lee moods, especially when it’s been a while since a traveler has come by. Whenever that happens, he can’t even hide it. He gets so giggly and flinchy!

Makes the sweetest faces when being tickled, he has such a pure smile. (No I’m not in love with him, shut up)

Ler:

He’s such a gentle ler, but in such a malicious way. He is so painstakingly slow and soft with tickling!

His all time favorite spot to tickle is the tummy. Big or small, flat or round, he will always target that spot!

Since he loves butterfly kisses so much, he also gives them out. Man, those long lashes are killers!

Y’know the other parts of him that are absolute killers? His freaking nails! Like Affogato Cookie, his nails are always done up just perfect and he uses them with extreme prejudice. You aren’t safe from them.

He teases so much, too. It’s mostly in the form of compliments, too.

”Aww, you’re blushing! You really like being tickled, don’t you?”, “You should laugh like this more often, it’s adorable.”.

He’s also one of those lers that’s big on the aftercare part of tickling. He’ll hold you close and offer you peach baos for doing so well and laughing so much for him, all while you relax in his garden.

Pure Vanilla:

Lee:

Grandpa laugh. He has such darling chuckles, they’re always light and sweet.

His worst spots are his sides, hands down.

Squirms, but it’s never enough to cause much of an issue. It’s just a cute extra addition.

Absolute sucker for any kind of soft tickling! It always gets him when the ler takes it nice and gentle.

Feathers and the likes are the bane of his existence, they make him laugh so much. Just the teeniest, tiniest little strokes send him into hysterics!

Raspberries are also a huge weakness, especially really little ones.

Ler:

Also a very gentle ler! But not in a malicious way, unlike Peach Blossom Cookie.

He loves tickling people to cheer them up, especially when said people are his dear friends.

He takes mental notes of tickle spots, he never forgets.

He also enjoys playing around with anticipation! He’s so silly with it, too, constantly wiggling his fingers right above the spot and saying stuff like “Ooh, I’m gonna get you!”.

He doesn’t really tell them to, but occasionally his little animal friends with join in and help him out. You definitely gotta watch out for the Blueberry Birds! Take it from someone who has handled birds in the past: they will destroy you.

He doesn’t restrain his lees, per se, but he will gladly hold them in his lap as he tickles them.

His hands are so soft, they’re tickle so bad.

Gives out tickle attacks disguised as hugs very often. It’s always a gamble whether or not you’re gonna be wrecked if you accept the offer!

I like to think he has gotten both Clotted Cream Cookie and King Custard Cookie III a lot of times with those. That specific found family for the win!

Aftercare is also big for him after tickles, he wants to make sure you’re okay and that he didn’t go too far.

And that’s it!

Phew! That was a lot, but I can’t complain. I can’t think of another fulfilling way to spend my time, honestly. Anywho, have a good one 🫶

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Informal

Hello Gigglers!

This is going to be last fic in a long time, like a parting gift!

I am about to start a whole new semester of tertiary education that I am super looking forward to - but that also means I won't have time anymore to write tickle fics. Thank you for all of the support Iv'e received on all of my recent Squid Game content and I will keep reading and interacting with all of your stuff. All of your fics bring me so much joy!!! (:

Anyways, as requested, this is another Frontman and Salesman fic. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The Salesman has been a close friend of In-Ho for years. So why is the Frontman asking him for a pat down as an extra security check?

(This idea came from @lord-of-hyperfix )

Warnings: Mentions of death, pinning, this is a TICKLE FIC

The Salesman scoffed - he loved his formalities. The fact that something as brutal as the Squid Games, where desperate people had to fight to the death, even had procedural formalities was so amusing to him. I mean, if your going to be in charge of dirty criminal activity, you may as well do it politely and follow due process.

"Name?", the gaurd with the triangle mask asked him.

He smirked, lifting his briefcase, "Classified, although my code of entry is G-O-N-G-Y-O-O".

The guard checked the code on his computer, "Welcome".

The Salesman stepped forward. He had a meeting planned with the Frontman - nothing scary, just a general check in on how the recruitment process was going. Although, to the Salesman, he wasn't known as the Front Man but rather as In-Ho. They'd been working together for such a long time, and each of them was thrilled that they had found a fellow man as sadistic and sarcastically heartless as they were. Thus the status of their relationship transformed from employer and employee into two friends - they never agreed on that explicitly, but it was an unspoken fact.

The Salesman knocked on the door of In-Ho's office. In a few seconds, the man opened the door. His dark and brooding expression was immediately replaced with a sly smile at the sight of the Salesman, which the latter delightedly returned.

"You got a new suit", In-Ho remarked, still standing in the doorway.

The Salesman nodded, "One of those broke bastards attacked me and ruined by old one".

The Frotman glanced down, "This one has more pockets I see".

The Salesman nodded, before stepping forward.

"Hey", In-Ho said, blocking him, "How do I know that you aren't storing weapons in those pockets?"

It took a while for the Salesman to process the question. When he did, his expression dropped.

"Why would I have weapons on me, In-Ho".

"You refer to me as the Frontman", In-Ho responded.

The Salesman's heart sunk a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. He was completely oblivious to to his employer's mischievous tone. Noticing the Salesman's lack of awareness, the Frontman had to try really hard to suppress a grin.

"Er, Okay", the Salesman responded, trying with every ounce of his being to sound unphased and professional. The Salesman's desperate attempts highly amused In-Ho, making this exercise all the more fun.

"Great", he said with a formally polite smile, "Now could you please turn around so that I can give you a pat down".

The Salesman's cheeks went red with somber resignation, and he faced away from his boss as requested.

In-Ho couldn't help but chuckle now, "You forgot to lift your arms up".

The Salesman gulped, embarrassed that he had forgotten such a key part of protocol. He certainly didn't love formalities in this insance.

A million questions were running through his head - why was In-Ho doing this? Why had In-Ho changed his mind about their relationship? Were they even really friends in the first place, or had that all been wishful thinking on his part? I mean, being the character he was, it was pretty hard to find any friends, and if the Frontman were his buddy than he would have been his only one.....

The man's thoughts were interrupted by a rather stiff poke in his side, making him squeal and slap his arms down. Since when were pat-downs this rough?

"Excuse me?", he snapped at the Frontman. There was silence for a few seconds, before the Salesman remembered his current situation. Not only had he just lost his shit during a regular pat down, he had taken it out on the man who was simply performing his duty. He was humiliated at how unprofessional he had been.

Meanwhile, In-Ho scoffed, which the Salesman couldn't see as he had as back to him.

The Salesman coughed - "Sincerest apologies boss".

In-Ho put on his best stern tone, "Just make sure that it doesn't happen again".

The Salesman gulped. He lifted his arms, bracing himself. If the pat-down was going to be a bit rougher than usual, surely he could handle it.

As soon as he felt those hands return to his sides, he whimpered, and quickly bit his lip to prevent any further sound from coming out. The Frontman was firmly pressing up and down his sides, his fingers digging in slightly, causing shivers to run up his spine. This feeling was so alien to him, he couldn't quite place it. All he knew was that it was uncomfortable.

The Frontman than moved those wicked hands to his legs, and the Salesman felt his whole body jolt forward with a chuckle when his knee was squeezed. That was when it hit him. Shit, I'm still ticklish aren't I?

The Frontman smirked, "What was that?"

"Nothing", the Salesman responded, keeping his cool, "You probably just came into contact with one of my injuries by accident". Nice save, I'm thinking on my toes.

The Frontman, knowing this was bullshit, nevertheless decided to have fun with his employee for a little longer, "Okay, I apologize. It's almost done".

The Frontman than started patting his arms - first his shoulders, than under them, and than-

The Salesman felt a finger poke at his armpit, and squealed once again, jumping away from the touch.

In-Ho chortled, "What was that? Another injury?" Now his teasing tone was obvious.

All of a sudden, the Salesman realized what was going on. At first he was relieved - he did have a friend after all. But than he was overcome with borderline fury.

"Fuck you", he muttered menacingly, turning around, "That was not funny".

The Frontman laughed out loud, smacking the other's shoulder, "Aww, too bad, well I'm hoping that this will get a laugh out of you at least-"

Before the Salesman could process his words, In-Ho had grabbed his shirt collar, pinned him against his office door and immediately started digging into his sides.

The Salesman convulsed with a snort, before doubling over with loud, free laughter.

It was funny, his laughter was so innocent and adorable - it definitely didn't match his conniving and psychotic personality.

"Hehehehe, *snort*, fhuhuck ohohoff!"

The laughter was both high pitched and loud, an incredibly endearing combination - endearing for his attacker at least.

"Aww, is my recruiter a little sensitive on his sides?"

With that remark, the Frontman switched spots, pinching at his belly, "Is this any better?"

The Salesman screamed, thrusting his tummy forward in a futile attempt at resistance. The Frontman just chuckled evilly and pushed his stomach against the wall with the elbow of one arm, using the hand of the other arm to scribble and poke all around the Salesman's navel. The thin suit he wore provided minimal protection.

"Plehehease! I cahahan't!", the Salesman cried, his knees buckling beneath him, the Frontman having to hold him up to prevent him from collapsing.

"Hold on, this doesn't make any sense", In-Ho remarked in a matter-of-fact tone, delighting in how poking a particular spot just above his victim's navel made said victim squeak, "How could the man that I hired to recruit people for my deadly games have such a silly little weakness?"

The Salesman's face went pale - as it did when he was embarrassed. His version of blushing was all the blood rushing from his face, not to it. Another one of those quirks that made him all the more menacing - although it certainly wasn't the slightest bit menacing in this circumstnace.

That was when the Frontman had a wicked idea, (if he wasn't being an absolute asshole already). He lifted the Salesman into the air with his instructible muscles, and slowly laid him down on the ground.

It all happened too fast for the Salesman to think, but than the Frontman sat on his legs, straddling him, and giving him an evil smirk that said I'm about to tickle the shit out of you.

"Wh-what the fuck is your problem", the Salesman spat out, trying to repress the anticipatory giggles rising in his chest.

As previously mentioned, the Frontman was the Salesman's only friend. In fact, he was the only friend he'd had in his entire life. He'd never really developed the ability to empathize with anyone else. And because of that, he had never been tickled by anyone his age before. He had only ever been tickled by his parents, when he was a little kid, but that wasn't the same as being playfully attacked by someone your own age, as knowing that a person who had no instinctual reason to care for you actually sought out your joyous giggles...

The Frontman couldn't help but melt, just a little bit.

"Oh come on", he said in mock offence, "I'm just having a little fun. Iv'e actually been planning this moment for a while now..."

"Wh-what?"

"Oh, you heard me. Remember when you called me a few weeks ago on my birthday, and than you just informed me that you'd spotted 456 on your morning walk".

Oh yeah, the Salesman remembered that. He was trying to mess with In-Ho by making him think he'd forgotten his birthday. He did wish him happy birthday at the end of the call though. Still, he'd managed to pluck up the courage to take his desire for cruelty out on his boss, convinced that they were now close enough for it to be playful. It was playful.

The Frontman continued - "Well, you had a laugh at my expense. So than I thought, how can I get you back for this?". The Frontman tapped his chin, as if reliving the moment. "And than I remembered what I used to do to my little brother when he was making mischief, and was wondering if it would also work on you-"

The Frontman than tweaked the Salesman's sides, making him jolt with a giggle.

The Frontman beamed, "And I'm so glad it did".

For a moment the two just looked at each other.

And than that moment carried on for a few more moments.

So...when was he getting tickled?

"You know", the Salesman said, breaking the silence, "I thought that merely hearing 456's player number would be enough of a birthday gift, considering of how obsessed with him you are-"

Silence.

Than, scoffing, the Frontman raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? So your trying to provoke me into tickling you again, huh?"

The Salesman sputtered, "I-"

"Well, it worked".

And the room was once again filled with bubbly - informal - laughter.

Ahhhh I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out! I am already drowning in work ):

I really hope you enjoyed it!!

Your appreciation of my work means the world to me and I legitimately think you are all so awesome!!

[hotdaemondtargaryen]

OLIVIA COOKE IN THE INTERVIEW FOR ELLE MAGAZINE.

TALKING ABOUT ALICENT'S RELATIONSHIP WITH HER CHILDREN IN S2.

She must handle her sons “as the power goes to their head and they see her as irrelevant.”

“She’s terrified of Aemond and what he’s become, and she can’t access Helaena.”

As Alicent slowly becomes invisible, it’s also strangely liberating, “because all of a sudden eyes aren’t on her and she can sort of do whatever she wants.”

ABOUT FILMING THE SEX SCENES IN S2.

When it came to sex scenes, Cooke worked closely with House of the Dragon’s intimacy coordinator, Vanessa Coffey. Given Game of Thrones’ reputation for nudity, she had originally braced herself.

“I thought there’d be way more, and so I’m relieved that when it has been used for me, it’s showing Alicent being pleasured, which is amazing and doesn’t feel gratuitous.”

“It feels like we’re telling a story.”

She recalls one bedroom scene she filmed that was cut: “It was messy as fuck. It wasn’t beautiful, and that was really fun to do.”

It was “carnal” and even “animalistic.”

“I think Ryan [Condal, the showrunner] said we weren’t learning any more about the characters, which I disagree with slightly, but it’s okay. It’s his show,” she adds, with no hard feelings."

"Maybe we’ll see it in the bloopers, she says, laughing."

ABOUT THE CAST OF HOTD.

OLIVIA COOKE:

“They’re like my family, and we adore each other.”

TOM GLYNN-CARNEY:

“We put the wigs on and the costumes on, and all hell breaks loose.”

TEAM GREEN TALKING ABOUT OLIVIA COOKE.

FABIEN FRANKEL:

“She’s a dear friend and a great giggler.”

PHIA SABAN:

Who shared many scenes with Cooke this season as Alicent’s daughter Helaena, remembers their antics while filming an otherwise somber procession scene.

“We just got really hyper, and it became a little bit of a chamber of music actually.”

“Lots of singing.”

EWAN MITCHELL:

“I think Liv’s performance this year is one for the gods.”

TALKING ABOUT RHAENICENT.

“They practiced proper adult relationships on each other” Cooke says of the severed friendship.

“When you break up with a friend, it’s so much more heartbreaking than breaking up with a lover a lot of the time, because they know every single part of you and it’s so much more vulnerable.”

And of course, parts of the fandom ship Rhaenicent, a.k.a. Rhaenyra and Alicent as a couple.

“Don’t they ship everyone together, though?” Cooke asks when I bring up the imagined romance.

A fair point, but wouldn’t things be better if the old pals just made up and ruled the kingdom together?

Cooke humors me. “Absolutely. Matriarchy now, please.”

EMMA D'ARCY TALKING ABOUT HER FRIENDSHIP WITH OLIVIA COOKE.

“It’s funny to talk about a friendship that is so fundamental in your life.”

“The thing I find strange is to realize that I suppose we haven’t known each other that long in broad terms, but she’s a pillar in my life."

"I would have found this a challenging experience if Liv was not on it.”