#Ticklish!Mob

[kanene-yaaay]

A Successful Hunt

Kanene’s notes: I just wanted to write some more of Shigeo and Ritsu being silly kids dfghjjhgfd. I am in a hurry rn so maybe some parts will be confusing, hope it’s still an enjoyable story tho. Thanks for your attention! I will be proofreading and posting it on AO3 later ^.^

Warnings: There is raspberries, nibbles and lots of mentions of ants and spiders in the beginning. Switch!Ritsu and Switch!Shigeo. Both Shigeo and Ritsu are small kids here. Around 1.000 words.

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The door opens slowly, with a silent, almost inaudible screech.

The spider looks at the distracted prey. It’s an ant. Hardworking, organized, careful. Usually too much difficult to catch with a lowered guard, but today it is way too unaware of anything beyond the leaves on its clutch to realize the slow creep of the predator in its direction.

That is good, the spider internally celebrates. It has been watching the ant for days now (or maybe a few minutes, time doesn’t matter when you’re a spider) just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And the perfect moment arrived.

This will be a successful hunt. The spider can feel it, no sound following its steps as it gets closer and closer to its target. Today it will be able to have a big feast. A good meal. A fulfilling banquet.

Just a few meters and then the hunt will succeed.

The spider hides itself next to a crafty piece of wood, crouching, articulations bended and lightly wiggling its butt to prepare for one and only jump that will close the last half meter of distance between the arachnid and the arthropod and bring a sweet victory to the older one.

One of the hunter’s legs hit a rock on the crafty wood by mistake, bringing it to the ground with a sharp, loud clattering that echoes in the entire universe.

The ant’s head immediately turns to look at him.

The cover has been blown! It needed to be now! The spider jumps, landing on the soft cushion with a quiet ‘oof’ barely letting itself recover before quickly scrambling to pin the other to the comfy ground when it tries to run away with a characteristic high pitched squeak.

“Nonono! Not again! That is not fair, nii-san I was studying. Don’t!!”

The spider mouth opens, merciless, inescapable, inevitable. A perfect mirror of the cycle of life. Just one more move for a successful hunt. His head comes down, touching the vulnerable skin and-

“PTTBTBBHBTBHTBHPT”

Loud laughter fills the entire room. Ritsu tries to push his head away, legs kicking madly and body shaking with the force of his surprised laughter as his older brother refused to leave his stomach alone, smaller - but still equally deadly - raspberries following the first one, spreading across his sides and almost edging the spots right below his lowest ribs.

For a second all his brain could do was only blue screen, embarrassing high and uncontrolled giggles spilling non stop from his lips as his limbs trashed around without any purpose or coordination to protect himself from the surprise tickly attack that abruptly interrupted his homework.

He didn’t even do anything this time!

A curious nibble hit his rib.

“NO!” The shorter and younger Kageyama (his mom said that if Ritsu kept drinking milk and eating all his vegetables he would grow taller than Shigeo. His dad promised he would help him to style his hair with gel to give him a few more inches if her plan didn’t work) didn’t know that the tickles could get even tickler, however sudden snorts and crackles began to happily chase his laughter, more and more nibbles coming to attack all across his ribs, more enthusiastic and energetic, as if powered by the reactions they got. “Niihihihihisan you cahahahahan’t! PleheheheasEEK!”

Shigeo hummed proudly at his accomplishment, not realizing how such simple action lead to a sea of electric ticklish shocks to run across his sibling’s torso, but stopping the nibbles and raspberries anyway when the babbles of his brother became too incoherent and his hands tried once again to push his head away, a few fingers tugging at his hair painfully before he carefully untangled then.

(It was fine. Ritsu was his little brother. A little kid. And little kids don't know how to control their strength well. He could never get angry at his bro because of that.)

He smiled at Ritsu, proud for being a successful hunter and content with the mirth shining on his eyes and the big smile that was reflected right back at him.

Before, of course, his brother tried to hide it with a half-protesting pout that barely hid the way the cornerss of his mouth were still turned upwards.

“Nii-san! I was doing my homework, you can’t just interrupt me like that. Now I will have to start it all over again.”

Shigeo’s eyes widened, his smile disappearing and gaze focusing in all the notebooks that had been thrown around the futon with the ruckus, only now realizing what was happening when he was too caught on playing pretend to notice.

“I am sorry, Ritsu.” His shoulders came to his ears, ashamed. Ristu felt his own scolding pout lose its form. “I just came here becau-”

“REVENGE!”

His shout cut the older words, eyes becoming wide again, reactions too slow to stop Ritsu’s hands when they shot to grab his ankle, pulling at it so abruptly that it broke Shigeo’s balance, making him fall on the bed with another quiet ‘oof’. A half squeak and half surprised gasp being fished from his throat when fingers began running clumsily on his sole.

“R-Ritsu!” huffs and puffs began breaking free from his mouth, snickers, chuckles and snorts that made him hug his shoulders with how much they were bouncing with a joyful energy falling like a stream and dancing in the air. “Ehehehe!”

“I got you.” The younger one only felt the mischief expand in his chest when he began scratching the arch of the feet, letting his fingers concentrate there for a few seconds before getting bored and chasing the jumpy, giggly ‘eeep’s that appeared every time he slipped to scribble his fingers under his toes. “You need to pay more attention, nii-san! Or everyone will be tickling you all the time and you won’t even notice before it’s too late.” He huffed.

“B-but I like it!” Shigeo answered, amidst giggles, cheeks puffed and red spreading across his face as his laughter grew louder.

“Hm...” Ritsu thought a bit, changing to attack his knees when too many hiccups began taking over the air. Yelps jumped at every squeeze that was delivered to the new targeted tickle spot. “Then I will stop them if they tickle you too much!”

His voice was determined.

“Ohohohokay.” Shigeo felt his smile get bigger, looking at his little brother for a second before coming to a decision. He nodded. “Aahahand then I can t-tickle them too!”

Suddenly sitting, he hugged Ritsu, almost making them both fall on the bed when the younger yelped at the sudden movement and wobbly tried to squirm away, more laughter already painting his protests even before hands started drumming on his armpits.

“No more revenge! No more revehehehehe!” But still, he tried to control himself to not trash too much and hurt Shigeo.

In the end, he and his brother were very much alike.

More high pitched squeals. Both Ritsu’s uncontrollable loud laughter and Shigeo’s remanent huffed giggles filled the entire room in a playful, silly manner.

But Ritsu had a secret move. One that would guarantee his victory and buy himself time before he could make the perfect plan to get Shigeo back.

He resorted to the highest one in the hierarchy.

“MOHOHOHOM! NII-SAN IHIHIHIS TICKLING MEEK!”

Shigeo gasped, a mix of surprise and betrayal, tickling coming to a stop as both of them tried to not fall back in a mess of titters, waiting for the answering shout of their monarch.

“YOU TWO STOP PLAYING AND COME GET YOUR SNACK BEFORE IT GETS COLD! SHIGEO, I ASKED YOU TO GO GET YOUR BROTHER, NOT START FOOLING AROUND.”

The shout was a mix of fondness and exasperation that only mothers could make. They got up, legs wobbly and left over snickers yet following their every move.

Shigeo squeaked when a finger poked his side, turning around just in time to see Ritsu smiling at him before running away through the door, a “Coming, mom!” being left behind.

Shigeo blinked twice before realizing what was happening and quickly - and still clumsily - following his brother, trying to be careful to not hit the walls with the sharp turns and squeaky floorboards.

The spider and the ant raced to the kitchen.

[kanene-yaaay]

I AM GOING TO PRINT THIS AND PUT ON MY WALL BECAUSE !!!!!! HOW DARE U!!!! TO MAKE SUCH A PRECIOUS, LOVELY COMIC W CHEER UP TICKLES, SILLY TEASES AND THE MOST PLAYFUL SCENARIO TO EVER EXIST AAAA

I don't think my heart will ever recover oh boi 🥺🥺🥺💛💛💛💛🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭💞💗🤎🤍🤍🤎💖❤️🫠💙💚💖🩶❤️💚🧡🤍💚💗🤍💚

Oh, and yes, I suffered for a long time with the translation of this thing, which I first drew in my native language…

anyway this thing is long

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Wahhh congrats on 1k omg !! I believe one of your fandoms was Mob Psycho? If so could I request Reigen :0 if not then ignore this !! -🍊

"i call this spell: teleknismesis !!"

here he issss the smart-mouthed yet clumsy reigen-kuuuun (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ uwahh he is so bully-able, i constantly want to leave him in shambles. he is just one of those characters that looks exceptionally cute when a compete mess, in my opinion. and with such a cocky attitude, he definitely must be weak to tickling !!

will mob rescue him, i wonder ?? or maybe our pitiful reigen will just remain like this for a few hours... ufufu (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

please enjoy !! thank you so much for your continued support !!

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dangerous, tainted, and flawed | Dark!Mob!Lando

Summary: You met your husband under disturbing circumstances a couple of years ago. Your home was under attack one night, by one of your family’s rivals, and Lando – one of your father’s allies – came to help. He found you in your bedroom that night, and managed to save you but unfortunately no one else in your family survived the attack. You were distraught after that night, having lost everything, but Lando took care of you. Eventually, you two fell in love, he proposed, and you got married. Your life has been perfect ever since. Sure, you missed your family but you thanked the gods everyday for Lando. However, you didn’t know the whole truth about that night, did you? 

Themes: dark!lando, explicit language, smut, fluff, mentions of death, loss, and violence, possessive!lando

“Baby?” He called out, “I’m home.” 

His voice echoed in the foyer. 

The house was so spacious that often you couldn’t hear him when he called out for you, and he knew that. That’s why instead of calling out again, he followed the sweet smelling scent and the soft music instead. Both came from the kitchen; the smell of warm muffins and a soft woman’s voice singing about chemtrails over a country club. 

Lando leaned against a wall quietly for a minute, smiling to himself as he watched you moving around in the high-ceilinged, farmhouse style kitchen. You didn’t know he was here yet. You were busy mumbling the lyrics of the song while chopping veggies, probably making dinner and baking muffins all at the same time. 

Cooking calmed you down, ‘It’s therapeutic’ you once told him. And he’d been married to you for not too long but he knew that this is what you did whenever you had a long day at work. You were a successful gallerist and often you had to deal with snobbish people, or ‘young money kids who had no true appreciation for art’ as you also told him. 

He let his eyes take you in. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, prettier than anything you’d ever exhibited he often told you, but the way you squirmed in embarrassment told him that you didn’t really believe it. That’s fine though, he’d spend a whole lifetime reminding you of that anyway. 

Once he was done ogling, that damn pale pink corset top of yours driving him insane as it was, he finally walked up to you and surprised you by wrapping his arms around you from behind. “There you are, baby,” He said, shoving his face into your neck and giving you as many kisses as he could. 

You giggled and tried to get away as he attacked your neck with kisses and soft bites but he tightened his grip around you. 

“Fuck, you smell so good.” He groaned, voice muffled now that he was nuzzling your neck like he always does. “I missed you so much.” 

“Lando,” You laughed, “I’m holding a knife!” You squealed, laughing and still trying to escape his ticklish kisses before any one gets hurt. “Okay you seriously need to shave, that stubble of yours hurts.” You managed to get him to stop. You placed the knife down and turned to face him as you leaned against the counter, caressing his cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands. “Too rough.” You commented, rubbing your fingers across his barely visible, but spiky stubble. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, his handsome face lighting up with mischief. “Is it?” He teased, “You weren’t complaining about it being too rough this morning.” He leaned in to whisper into your ear, purposely rubbing his cheek against yours, “Were you, baby?” 

Ah. This morning… 

You woke up feeling… funny. You opened your eyes and found that your husband wasn’t in his usual spot beside you on the bed. Instead he was busy down there, between your legs. You lifted the soft covers and found him looking up at you with nothing but desire and trouble in his eyes. 

You let out a soft moan when he held your stare while kissing your clit, and sucking on it before letting go. “Morning, baby.” He whispered, then got back to eating you out like he was starving. 

You threw the covers off and slid your fingers into his hair instead, “Lando…” You whined, the pleasure taking over you. “I’m gonna be late for work.” You mumbled, already feeling yourself getting to the edge. “I have clients waiting for me, you know? I have meetings, and…” You gasped, forgetting what the hell you were talking about in the first place once he began fucking you gently with his tongue. 

Damn his tongue and soft lips. 

Lando chuckled, a cocky look in his eyes when he pulled away and asked, “Meetings and what, baby?” 

“Don’t be a tease,” You groaned, shoving his mouth back to where you wanted him. He chuckled before working his tongue against your wet slit, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you until you came with a soft cry. 

But he wasn’t done yet… 

Lando smirked as he looked at you, surely thinking back to this morning as well. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “You did get me late for work, you know?” You shook your head, turning back around to focus on the food that you were making. “Then there’s that anonymous collector,” You sighed. Lando wrapped his arms around you from behind again, placing his chin on your shoulder and gently swaying you side to side as you ranted a little bit. “I don’t mind them, whoever they are,” You said, “I do sell them a lot of stuff but why can’t they just show their face? It’s weird, you know, having a client without a face.” You sighed, “And then a really important meeting got cancelled. And one of the artists’ whose work is about to be exhibited soon is being a real brat.” 

Lando hummed, occasionally kissing your neck and shoulder as you complained a little more. “I’m sorry you had a tough day, baby.” He mumbled, kissing around your ear, “Want me to handle this collector for you? Or the artist?” 

You chuckled, knowing the nature of your husband’s work and his temper, “No. Please don’t.” You added, “I love my work, it’s just a bad day, that’s it.” 

“Okay,” He kissed along your exposed shoulder, “Then how about a bath? You want that? Or how about some wine?”  

You leaned into touch, “Bath for later,” You said, “The wine for now, please.” 

“Yes, my lady,” Lando let go of you with one final kiss on the side of your head.

You watched him as he left the kitchen. He took his suit jacket off and rolled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. Then before he turned to head to the wine cellar, he gave you a wink, acknowledging that he gave you a little strip show. You shook your head at him. 

Once alone in the kitchen, you smiled to yourself as you thought about how far you and Lando had come in just a few years. 

Your smile faded into a sad one as you thought about the day, or night rather, you first met him. 

The sounds of gunshots and screams woke you up. You couldn’t hear anything but the chaos outside your bedroom. Bullets, screams, orders being shouted, furniture being wrecked, glass being broken, more screams… all of it muffled as you ran into your walk-in closet and hid in the dark. 

You couldn’t stop the silent tears from streaming down your face. You knew what this meant. It was an ambush. And you also knew that a few hours ago might have been the last time you saw your family. You just hoped they made it out alive. But no one was barging into your room yet… this meant that the fight was happening downstairs. 

You cried some more as you heard more yelling, more gunshots. 

This life, this family you were born into came with situations like this. Your father told you this since you were a child. He was well-known amongst gang leaders and mob bosses, which meant he had more enemies than friends. Sometimes those two were the same people. But your father had kept you hidden for most of your life, away from all this. 

The only reason you were even home tonight was because it was your birthday. You’d begged your father to let you celebrate it at home with everyone… 

You didn’t remember passing out in that closet. You didn’t know what happened or how you were found, just that you were. And when you woke up, you were face to face with a handsome young man with pretty eyes who reassured you that you were safe. 

He said he and his family were friends of your father’s. And that he was sorry but you were the only survivor of that attack. Your family was gone, your house was gone. All was gone. 

The year which followed was the hardest of your life. Grieving, dealing with so many losses, moving on with a heavy heart, getting the help you needed, finally learning how to stand on your own feet again… you couldn’t have done it without Lando. 

He was your rock. Always there when you needed to cry, to share a laugh, to make silly jokes, on days when you wanted to spend hours in bed, on nights when you had nightmares, on days when you felt light and happy, on days when your heart broke all over again, on days when it felt like you were finally healing, he was always there. 

He was a busy man, but he made time for you. 

Falling in love with him was easy. The easiest thing you’d ever done. So when time came, and he got on one knee and asked you to marry him, saying yes was the easiest thing you’d ever done. You knew you were both young, but he was it for you. 

Becoming his wife felt like a dream. Like you were a real princess marrying her knight in shining armour, the one who saved her from every bad thing and promised to protect her fiercely forever. Except your knight wasn’t altruistic, he didn’t come on a white horse and with a sword. Yours was dangerous, tainted and flawed. He came with power, money, guns, and expensive cars. 

“It better be thoughts of me that you’re lost in and not that anonymous collector,” His voice brought you back to the present. “Otherwise I might have to hunt them down and make them disappear forever.” Lando joked as he handed you a glass of your favourite red. 

You leaned against the counter, facing him as you took a long sip. Then you said, “I was thinking about you actually.” 

That cheered him up immediately. “Yeah? Do tell then.” 

You smiled faintly. “Just thinking about how lucky I am that I have you.” You avoided his eyes after. You always did whenever you felt slightly emotional. You always tried to seem stronger than you felt in the moment. 

Lando placed his glass down and came over to wrap you in his arms immediately. Somehow, he always knew when you needed a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let out a sigh, your heart already feeling lighter just by being in his arms. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” Lando said softly, his familiar scent already making you feel better. “You’re safe here, with me.” He reassured you. Lando knew you still had a fear somewhere, about being attacked like that night. But he often also reminded you that he was the most powerful man in this city, and no harm was coming your way as long as he lived. 

He often wondered whether you realised how lucky he felt that you were his. That night, when he found you passed out on the floor in the walk-in closet, something in him shifted. He knew he had to keep you safe, always. 

“Thank you,” You murmured against his white shirt. 

Lando pulled away to look down into your eyes. Fuck, he hated it when you cried. It felt like he was being torn apart. He quickly wiped that one tear which barely escaped your eyes and said, “You never have to thank me for taking care of you.” He said with a slight frown. 

“I know,” You whispered and pulled him in for a kiss. A slow, gentle kiss that quickly turned into a heated, passionate one. His hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into him, so you could feel the very prominent bulge in his pants. 

It made you whimper just feeling it. “Fuck,” You mumbled against his lips, “Will I ever stop wanting you like this?” Your shaky hands reached down to undo his belt, then just as you reached for his zipper, your stomach grumbled so loudly you were sure all the guards outside could hear it too. 

You both froze at the sound of it, then burst out laughing. Lando threw his head back and laughed so carefreely that you fell a little bit more in love with him at that moment. You didn’t think that was possible, but here you were. 

“I would love to bend you over the counter right here baby,” He chuckled, “but I feel like we need to get some food in you.” He said, kissing your cheek and pulling away to look at you as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment. “Hey, look at me.” He grabbed you by the chin and lifted your head up. “Let’s eat, and I’ll fuck you later. Okay? I promise.” 

You gave him a shy smile, “Okay.” 

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After a light dinner filled with more laughter and easy conversations, Lando helped you with storing away the cooled off muffins before the two of you finally got into that bath, with another bottle of wine. 

You carefully poured some more wine into your glass before leaning back into Lando’s chest. You sighed again, settling against him. This was your happy place. Scented candles, dimmed lights, warm bath, wine, and of course, the love of your life. 

But then as always, Lando could never keep his hands to himself. It always starts out with innocent touches, along your arm, kissed on your shoulders… then he gets more and more demanding. His fingers caressed your inner thighs until you were squirming against him, his kisses turned into playful bites making you whine and whimper. 

“You never behave.” You mumbled teasingly, closing your eyes and letting him caress and touch you however he wanted. 

“How can I?” He whispered against your neck, “You’re too beautiful to resist.” 

You let out a soft moan when his finger carefully slid inside you. You whispered, breathlessly, “Remember we flooded the bathroom the last time?” 

Lando groaned, pulling his hand away. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave.” He let out a sigh as though you’d asked him to give up breathing. 

You chuckled at his dramatics. 

The two of you ended up staying, soaking until the water got cold. Then went about your respective night time routines before finally getting in bed. Right as you lifted the covers up to get in, Lando grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him. 

“Ah! Don’t even think about it. We both know you’re gonna start snoring the moment your head hits those pillows.” He pushed you down on top of the covers and tickled you until you were breathless, your satin robe coming undone in the process and exposing your naked body underneath. “Plus, I promised you something before your belly began braying, didn’t I?” 

You shoved him playfully, arguing, “It didn’t bray!” 

Lando pinned your wrists above your head and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Pretty sure the guards will ask me if we brought in a pet donkey tomorrow morning.” 

“Lando!” You laughed, trying to get out of his grasp but he was stronger than he looked. 

He ended up shutting you up with a kiss, his bare chest pressing down against yours. His skin was damp, the chains around his neck were cold, he smelled incredible. He was all you wanted. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. 

He moaned into the kiss when you arched your back, pressing up against him. When he pulled away to look down at you, his stare was fiery, his pretty eyes filled with lust. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He asked. You noticed he often did. 

You nodded quickly. “I know.” You smiled up at him, “And I love you.” 

He smiled before leaning in for a quick kiss before his mouth slowly moved down your body. Kissing along your neck, biting your breasts, kissing down your stomach, your hips, your thighs. 

You lifted your upper body up onto your elbows and met his intense stare. His pretty eyes really were your weakness. Your safe place. Your comfort. Perhaps because when you woke up after that traumatic night years ago, those eyes were the first thing you saw. They’d been your favourite thing since. 

Lando held your stare as he spread your legs further apart, settling in between them. 

He pressed his lips to your inner thigh, his mouth getting closer and closer to your core, you tipped your head back, sighing quietly as you felt his breath against you. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft, slightly damp hair.

“You’re all mine.” He whispered, his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit, parting your wet folds with ease. His shoulders parted your legs further apart as he leaned closer. He slowly brought a finger up to your clit, sliding it agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds again. 

You trembled under his touch. “All yours,” You sighed in bliss as he slid a finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit.

“Does my face feel too rough now, baby?” He asked. And chuckled proudly when you were only able to moan in response. 

“No…” You gasped, breathless and wanting more even as he teased your clit and finger-fucked you gently. That damn stubble of his rubbed against your poor inner thighs over and over again but you moaned in pleasure despite it all. 

You squirmed and moaned and gasped under his perfect touch. He knew you and your body too well by now, and soon, you were coming undone all over his tongue, your walls clenching violently around his finger. Your fingers scratched his scalp as you tugged harder on his hair as you came.

You were still catching your breath as Lando left small kisses up your body before he hovered above you again, staring deep into your eyes. 

“Please…” You begged, wrapping your legs around his waist again. “I need you in me.” 

Lando gave you a cocky smile before kissing you once again, the taste of you on his tongue still. You didn’t mind the roughness of his stubble this time, but you growled into the kiss because you were impatient and all he did was kiss you over and over again. 

“Impatient, are we?” Lando chuckled at your little growl, not breaking the kiss as he slowly slipped inside of you, groaning into the kiss as he went.

You gasped as he filled you up, all of him stretching you out and fitting nicely inside you. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he moved his hips the slightest bit, making you whine at the feeling of his cock slowly moving in and out of you. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so good…” He groaned, his grip on your body tightens, possibly leaving bruises on your hips and thighs but you didn’t care. 

You would never get bored of this you realised. Of him, his touch, his warmth, his kisses… you were so glad he was yours. 

You could feel your walls clenching around him as he sped up and pounded into you, to a point where the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of him moving against your body. Nothing else in the world mattered. Your long day at work was forgotten, nothing else existed. Just you and him. 

“So fucking good…” He whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to bite your lower lip. 

You moaned at how perfect his lean and muscular body felt against yours. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them tighter around his waist. His thrusts were relentless and unbearably good. You closed your eyes as you felt the pressure around your lower body; tight and hot.

Lando smirked, looking down to where his cock disappeared into you each time he thrust in. “Look at you, baby,” He whispered, “It’s like you were made just for me.” The possessiveness in his voice only made you clench around him again. 

You were unable to say anything because of how good he felt sliding in and out of you. The familiar pressure formed at your core and you whined again when his fingers found your clit while he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Come for me…” he whispered and that was all you needed to hear before you came undone all around him again. Whimpering and back arching off the bed as you came hard around his cock.

He kept pounding into you as your orgasm washed over you, your walls squeezing him violently. Your body trembling under his intense gaze. He watched you in awe, lips parted, breaths in rags, heart racing. 

He almost came as well. But then he slowed down, pulled out and stopped for a moment. He caught his breath, and held back from coming no matter how much he wanted to. He needed to make you come again, he needed to hear you moan for him again. 

“Turn around for me, baby,” He spoke, caressing your thigh as you struggled to sit up. “Come on,” He urged, “Face down, ass up. Come on, baby.” 

You did as he asked, your hips and ass up while your face was pressed against the bed. You were still catching your breath when his hand reached around and touched you in between your legs, his fingers rubbed around your clit and made you tremble and moan given how sensitive you were. 

His body bent over yours, his warm, damp chest pressing against your back as he kissed your shoulder and the back of your neck until his mouth reached your ear, “I know you’re tired, my love,” He whispered, kissing the side of your face while you caught your breath, “But I need you to come for me again. Can you do that for me, baby?” 

You nodded slowly. Lando hummed in satisfaction as he kissed along your shoulder before gripping each side of your hips, and pushing into you from behind. 

Your body was sensitive from earlier, so you whined and whimpered as he filled you up again. Your fingers gripped the covers beneath you tightly, and your mind was foggy, everything was floaty as he pounded into you. 

You reached your high quicker this time, moaning his name and coming undone just a couple of minutes later. 

You felt his thrusts becoming irregular, faster, his cock throb against your walls violently. He groaned and growled as he came, his body wrapping around you from behind. You both fell on your sides, catching your breaths and calming your hearts down. 

“You okay, pretty girl?” He asked, spooning you from behind. 

You could only nod as he kissed you on the back of your neck. 

“You did so good for me, baby.” He murmured, “Now let’s get in bed, yeah?” 

You were pretty much limp after that. So Lando cleaned you up, then himself and then got the bed ready while you just laid there with a smile on your face watching him. He ended up having to tuck you in as well, since you refused to move. 

Lando playfully groaned, “I spoil you too much.” He said, getting on his side of the bed before pulling you close to cuddle under the covers. “People warned me against spoiling my wife too much.” 

You were already half asleep at this point. Damn it, he was right about you falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillows. But still you murmured, more like slurred, “Didn’t they also tell you to shave else your wife will have burns on her inner thighs?” 

Lando chuckled, rubbing his cheek against yours purposely again, “Okay fine, I’ll shave tomorrow. Happy?” 

“Hmm,” You mumbled, already drifting off to sleep. Safe in his arms as you’ll always be. “You better,” Lando chuckled at how you desperately tried to stay awake. “Otherwise I’m gonna run away.” 

With that you were gone. Your breathing changed so Lando knew you were surely asleep. Soon you’ll start snoring softly. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

“Silly baby,” He whispered as he adjusted the covers so you were properly warm. “You can’t run away from me,” He whispered against your forehead as he cuddled you, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “There’s a tracking implant in your arm.” 

Then he let out a soft chuckle. “Of course, you don’t know that, do you?” He cooed, “Hmm, baby?” He kissed your forehead again. “There’s so much you don’t know.” He caressed your cheek as you began snoring softly just as he expected. 

He had always found it adorable. He continued whispering to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him. “There’s so much I have to keep from you. I hate lying to you, but it’s for your own good, baby.” 

He kept caressing your face as he spoke to himself, “Like how you mistook me for your saviour that night.” He sighed then admitted, “I was the one who attacked your father’s house. I was the rival. Then I had my men search the house after everyone was dead, and they found you unconscious and brought you to me.” He let out another sigh, pulling you closer. “You were so beautiful, baby. Even with dried up tears on your face. You were the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. And I vowed to never make you cry after that night. It was the last time, I promise.” 

He paused. Then continued, “Your dad was such a pain in my ass, baby. I’m sorry I killed him. I’m sorry I killed all of them. I’m sorry I never told you the truth. How could I? You would hate me forever.” He placed a kiss on your nose, “But look,” He murmured, “All that shit brought you to me. And aren’t we happy together?” 

He let out another chuckle and said, “Wanna know another secret, pretty girl? I’m your anonymous collector. I have a warehouse full of the pieces you exhibit.” He confessed in the darkness and the silence. “I mean, what kind of a husband would I be if I don’t support my wife’s career, huh? Everything I do is to make you happy.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead again. “I love you so much, baby. It drives me insane.” Then he chuckled and added as an inside joke to himself, “Or maybe it did drive me insane already.”

[prettymeredith]

The Salem Witch Tickle Trials

The forgotten history of Tickle Trials is a tale of both laughter and agony. For any of those unfortunate enough to be accused of Witchcraft, a trial to prove their innocence often entailed tasks of impossible circumstances would often take place.

In these dark times, Tickling was a popular method to enforce one to endure; to either provoke the accused into a confession. If one's claim never faultered over the hours of insurmountable tickle torture, they would be set free.

However for many, this would not be the case..

Tickle Trials boasts a deep history, originating far before the days of Pilgrims and Witch Trials of the 17th century. The origins of suffering through tickling throughout Europe and Asia is unclear, with evidence going as far back to Ancient Times for the practice.

However, a Renaissance once again popularizing the tactic broke through in the 15th century, causing nearly nearly 100 years of giggles, tears, and confessionsto those accused of dark magic.

As captured in these faithful reenactments, its easy to see how easy one could faulter in the public eye in their most vulnerable of states. Accuse one enemy of the Santanic practicies and *poof* a mob of your friends and neighbors gather round to mock and tickle you.

For most, being ticklish was the only crime they have been guily of.

Those fortunate enough to endure the suffering often fled, to formulate new lives and be forgotten about. Living in silenced conditions, as quietly ad they could.

Some, unsatisfied with these results, gave up the practice of Tickle Trials for more em, grusome practicies of barbaric natures. Typically practices that ended with 100% guilty results. With mercy upon one's spul to be granted once in the presence of God.

The belief being that-Ɓß*●ĶŸŁ!Æ?■:&'Ž•*¤....

"So, it seems that YOU have taken a sort of interest in the suffering and torture of me and my sisters? Hmm? You're just as bad they were."

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

"And where do you think you're going, Bitch? You find this kind of treatment funny? Who's laughing now? Do you think you're somehow above me? Above this? Tickle tickle tickle~"

"Do you understand how many hours of tickling I had to endure to escape ftom being burned at the stake? It takes a lot of magic not to loose your cool like that. I wonder how the Governor would feel now that I have my claws on his great great great granddaughter?

"And YOU. Standing by, reading, watching it all happen with some sort of sick interest. How does it feel to be the one in the stocks now, giggling helplessly. My sisters and I waited CENTURIES for revenge. Prepare to laugh."

"Oh, and Happy Halloween! ~ HA HA HA HA!!"

[kanene-yaaay]

The way I can not stop thinking about this fanart is so AAAAAAA!! LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THEM!!!! Teru being an absolute GREMLIN an attacking Mob w the excuse of "needing to rub the sunscreen" and then on the next panel DYING because ♡revenge♡ like ahaftafwyaaaaaa such a silly and funny and cute and adorable and precious scenario I live for it 🥺💛

mob psycho colored sketch commission!!! I LOVR THEMMMMM

[urdepressedslut]

main masterlist

♡fluff ✦angst ❀possibly triggering ☻smut ✰series ✘dark

🔥over 1k notes to be added to a taglist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SOME CONTENT 18+

* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the above written warnings.

One Shots

🔥 Tickle Fights ♡☻

→ Bucky discovers you’re ticklish, leading to a tickle fight which shifts into something not so innocent. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

🔥 Just Like That ☻

→ While you two were supposed to be repairing Sam’s boat, you end up giving Bucky head instead. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

🔥 Let Me Take Care of You ♡☻✦❀

→ Bucky is no virgin, but it’s been so long since someone’s touched him the way you do. He didn’t know you could make him feel so good— he’s addicted. (Beefy!Bucky Barnes)

🔥 Lovesick ♡✦❀

→ Bucky is so in love with you it hurts, and he doesn’t know if he can keep his feelings locked away from you anymore. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

🔥 I Get Scared Too ♡✦

→ You have a close call during a mission, and back at the compound Bucky seems to be distant and cold towards you. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Feels So Right | part two ♡☻

→ You’re so sexually frustrated you end up asking your dad’s best friend for advice. He’s more than happy to help you with your little problem. (Dbf!Bucky Barnes)

Birthday Blues ♡✦❀

→ It’s your birthday, and unfortunately you seem to be going through the birthday blues. Sam and Bucky won’t let you be upset on your special day, which leads to Bucky revealing his feelings for you. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Tears of an Angel | part two ♡✦❀

→ You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you. (The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Prisoner!Reader)

🔥 Love Hurts ♡✦❀

→ You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence. (Beefy!Bucky Barnes)

The Collection ♡✦

→ Bucky arrives home and panics when he notices you calling for him from your room, but upon entering— he realizes what you have been getting yourself into. (tfatws!Bucky Barnes)

Tragedy ♡✦❀

→ A new shapeshifter recruit has a hard time adjusting to the team, she feels out of place. Bucky knows what it's like to be the outsider and fight to have control, so he comforts her. (Platonic!Avengers!Bucky Barnes)

Off Day ♡✦❀

→ Bucky helps comfort you after you’ve had a bad day. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Void ♡✦❀

→ Working as a nurse at HYDRA, you find yourself intervening when you catch Alexander Pierce striking The Asset. You don’t even know this man, but you can’t just stand and watch him be beat down. (The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Reader)

You Could Never Hurt Me ♡✦❀

→ Bucky realizes what he’s done to you after an episode, and starts to doubt if he deserves to be with you. (cw!bucky barnes)

I Wanna Be Yours ♡✦❀

→ You were childhood friends with Steve and Bucky. You had always had a small crush on Bucky. But now as you’re older, you realize that harboring a crush on Bucky is hard. Especially watching him flirt with girls that aren’t you. (40's!bucky barnes)

More Than Friends ♡✦

→ You are eager to help Bucky prepare for a date, but he would rather stay home with you. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Protect Me ♡✦❀

→ With Zemo hanging around, you begin to feel very protective over Bucky. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Out of My Control ♡✦❀

→ You awake in the middle of the night discovering that your water broke, you realize you’re having a baby— the only issue is that it’s several months early. Your hospital room gets tense as you and Bucky come to terms with the big changes. (Mob!bucky barnes)

Cuddles ♡✦

→ Bucky comforts you when you have bad period cramps. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Beauty and the Bucky ♡✦❀ (Beauty and the Beast!Au)

→ In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside. (Beast!bucky barnes x beauty!reader)

Series

🔥 Stray (masterlist)

→ Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him. (The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes)

🔥 You're Mine, Sunshine (masterlist)

→ Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite? (Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader)

All I Know (masterlist)

→ Takes place right after the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky hides out in Bucharest. Without being controlled by HYDRA, he starts to receive flickers of memories. Who is this girl he keeps remembering? (cw!Bucky Barnes x OC!Fem!Reader)

The Girl and Her Golden Boys (masterlist)

→ A story of your life with your two best friends. Life was never simple for the three of you, and you didn’t care where you’d end up as long as it was together. How long can you all stay together until life will force you all apart? Will the strength of your bond be enough? (40's!Bucky Barnes/40's!Steve Rogers)

Love Me to Death (masterlist)

→ The avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course. (Avengers!Bucky Barnes)

[thezombieprostitute]

Garbage Men - Mafia AU

The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel, including running legitimate businesses, keeping ears to the ground, knowing who to bribe and more.

Curtis Everett

Dream Come True (Arc 1)

Summary: One legitimate business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

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Nightmares (Arc 2)

Summary: You and Curtis are having to deal with literal and figurative nightmares while working to make sure the Garbage Men operation runs smoothly.

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Asks/Drabbles:

Curtis's Dreams

Reader's Dreams

Rough Day Cure

Relationship Asks - Clothing & Nightly Routine

James Mace

Sparks Fly (Arc 1)

Summary: After working as an engineer for Wilford & Gilliam Trust for several years you find evidence of seedy dealings and burned books. After turning in the evidence you find yourself in danger and seek help. You're taken into the protection of a mob family where you run into your high school best friend, Mace.

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Frayed (Arc 2)

Summary: There are so many new things happening in your life that the only two things you can count on are your boyfriend, Mace, and that your life almost always in danger.

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Asks/Drabbles:

Caught in the Rain

Guilty Pleasure

Ticklish

Relationship Asks - Apologizing and Separation

Nick Fowler

Changing Minds (Arc 1)

Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.

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Constant Change (Arc 2)

Summary: You and Nick must navigate the new territories of pregnancy and parenting while managing the continued hostility from Clark Kent.

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Ask/Drabbles:

Relationship Asks - Initiation, Separation and Nonverbal communication

Steve Rogers

Hummingbird (Arc 1)

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

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Dragonfly (Arc 2)

Summary: Steve has just about everything he could ever want in life. He's got you, a baby on the way, and a successful Family. No one would dare interfere with that. Right?

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Asks/Drabbles:

Hummingbird's Favorites

Kisses

Steve Sees You

Thief AU

Relationship Asks - Love languages - Nonverbal communication and Separation - Sleeping and Cooking

Nonspecific Asks and Drabbles

Fall Activities

Handling the Heat

Honey Pot (Hal Carter)

Kink Matching

Reader Swap (Hal Carter, Nick Fowler)

What If?

[grimalkinmessor]

reimob, fluff, and feathers 🩷🩷

WING FIC TIME!!!!!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Reimob/Fluff/Feathers

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"Sit still, Mob."

Shigeo stilled in his squirming, chastised but not embarrassed—not anymore. The way his wings fluttered around his shishou's fingers had once made him red in the face, mortified by the obvious pleasure he took from Reigen's fingers sifting through his feathers.

Now, they'd both been at this too long to feel ashamed about it.

Reigen huffed when Shigeo's wings shivered again, stopping his preening to swat Shigeo upside the head. "Still, I said! You keep jostling everything back out of place."

He sat behind Shigeo on the back of the couch, shoes off so his socked feet could rest on the seat cushion, bracketing Shigeo's hips. Reigen's deft hands carded through inky feathers and plucked and straightened and smoothed down anything out of place, occasionally dropping a few feathers in the small pile on the arm of the couch. Shigeo was getting big enough that soon the couch wouldn't be a good place for this, the tips of his primaries brushing against the edges of the seat even without being fully extended.

He wondered if Reigen would stop preening him, then. He hoped he wouldn't.

Reigen had been preening him for years at this point—ever since he was twelve, his newly grown feathers replacing old baby fuzz and making him so uncomfortable he couldn't keep it hidden. His parents preened him, of course; it was typically a family activity, shining up someone's wings before they left the house. Like helping a child brush their hair until they could do it themselves, and even then still sometimes after, just to keep close. To bond.

But by the time Shigeo had first stepped timidly into Reigen's office, his parents had all but ceased to preen his wings. His mother'd had to take double shifts at work to cover Ritsu's hospital bills, while his father had been playing diplomat to the angry parents of the other, older boys Shigeo had cracked against the pavement. Neither of them had time to do more than a few cursory cards over Shigeo's wings before ushering him out the door to school.

And Ritsu...

Ritsu had been another matter entirely.

Almost a year had passed like that, until the fullness of Shigeo's wings and they're subsequent twitchiness had caught his shishou's attention. When Reigen had offered, Shigeo hadn't had the will nor the want to say no.

Reigen's hands always felt like heaven in his feathers, quick but not painful, firm but not rough, gentle but not ticklish. He shines up the back of Shigeo's wings with an exactness that no one else could match.

"Shishou is too good with his hands," Shigeo said in faux-complaint, eyes closing.

A beat, blink-and-you'll-miss-it pause. Then Reigen was humming in amusement, seemingly unphased by the comment. "Get one of your little school friends to help you, then."

Shigeo frowned, almost a pout. "...My friends are too bad with their hands."

Reigen barked out a laugh, his hands resuming their work once more. "What's that supposed to mean, huh? Kids are supposed to be bad at this, you know. Practicing on each other is how you learn."

"I'm not saying they have to be great at it," Shigeo grumbled, slitting his eyes open to peer at the floor. "But I don't really want to be their test dummy either."

"It's good experience, Mob," Reigen dismissed, scraping his fingers down the seam of Shigeo's wing where it met the skin of his back, sending shivers racing up his spine. His wings gave another flutter, and Reigen huffed. "Still."

Shigeo obeyed, forcibly quieting his overexcited wings and bringing that old conversation to an end. Anything to keep Reigen's hands on him.

He closed his eyes again. "I like it when you do it."

Reigen didn't pause this time, but he also didn't respond to Shigeo's admission either.

Shigeo felt a bit miffed. Not wanting to let Reigen worm his way out of it, he asked, "Do you like it, Reigen-shishou?"

"...Yes," Reigen said after a moment. "I like preening you, Mob."

Head tipping back, Shigeo said, "I meant when I preen you, Shishou. Do you like it when I preen you?"

Reigen stared at him, eyes widened—deer in the headlights.

His own wings were tucked against his back, closed, as they usually were in public, the ends of them hooked down behind the back of the couch where Shigeo couldn't see. He knew that Reigen wasn't ashamed of his wings—they were beautiful, a lovely shade of tawny that almost looked gold in the right light—but Reigen also had very little people in his life that he was close to. Reigen was used to hiding his wings away because, for a long time, he'd had no one to help him preen them, so they always looked a bit messy, no matter how much he tried to do it himself.

Shigeo had asked to reciprocate after their first encounter with Claw, when Reigen had instinctively flashed open his wings to shield them both.

"When things go South, it's okay to run away!"

Moonlight haloed behind him, his expression open and earnest, his wings spread open and curled around them...

That had been the first time that he'd ever thought, 'Oh. Shishou is beautiful.'

The first, but certainly not the last. He was beautiful now, caught off-guard and striped with evening sun coming in from the blinds. He might even be remembering the first time that Shigeo had preened him, after that very same encounter. Sat in the office, Hanazawa gone home, Ritsu asleep on the couch as Reigen called their parents to let them know where they were, coming up with another another another lie to keep them from worrying. Shigeo had seen how out of sorts he'd been, his wings twitching, and had remembered how ruffled his feathers had looked. And, feeling grateful and guilty all at once, Shigeo had asked to preen him.

Reigen had frozen, hemmed and hawed and hesitated, but he'd ultimately given in, dragging Shigeo's desk chair around so he could sit on it backwards, allowing a smaller Mob to put inexperienced fingers to his wings. Straightening, plucking, brushing; feeling Reigen reluctantly shiver and croon beneath his touch and not yet knowing what the warm, hot feeling in his gut meant.

"Yes, Mob," Reigen said now, forcibly nonchalant. "I appreciate you helping me with it. Now, for the last time, be still would you?"

Shigeo obeyed, though he wasn't quite yet appeased. He let Reigen finish him up, then turned, wings still flared, and pushed up into Reigen's space. His gaze was focused, bright.

Insistent.

"Your turn, Shishou."

"Alright—alright, you pushy brat, give me a second to get situated!" Reigen barked, shoving at Shigeo's face in annoyance when his black wings crowded around him, hemming him in and herding him down.

Huffing, Reigen slid down onto the couch itself and sat crisscross, while Shigeo settled into Reigen's place on the back of the couch. He wasn't quite as tall as Reigen, not yet, but that just gave him a better vantage point to see what needed to be fixed. Shigeo buried his fingers in his shishou's pretty feathers, taking time to brush them through slowly. And, like always, Reigen relaxed instantly at his touch, his wings falling open wider, flexing.

A few feathers were loose, pulled out from between the others in Shigeo's hands, but unlike Reigen, he didn't pile them up to be disposed of later. Shigeo set every feather carefully beside him in a line a little disappointed that there weren't more. He supposed being a fully matured adult meant your wings shed less.

Reigen's wings weren't technically bigger than Shigeo's, not in height at least, but they were thicker. Longer. Sturdy, strong—capable of getting him places and getting him there fast.

Shigeo's wings resembled cormorants; fishing birds. Water birds. Built for diving, strength, weathering storms... Not for speed.

If Reigen ever decided to fly off without him, Shigeo wasn't sure he could catch him.

But he hadn't.

Many birds were sedentary. Many birds mated for life.

Shigeo hoped that, in that, he and Reigen were the same.

When he was finished, Reigen's wings gleamed like fools gold, straight and sleek. Shigeo felt pleased with himself, even more so when Reigen visibly had to wake himself up, lulled into a sleepy sort of contentment by Shigeo's ministrations. As he moved about the office, his wings fluttered and fluffed ever so slightly, as they always did when he was freshly preened and immensely pleased about it.

Hiding his smile by ducking his head, Shigeo tucked the few stray feathers he'd collected into his pocket. Then, as Reigen began to corral them both out the door for dinner, Shigeo slipped one of his own sleek primaries onto Reigen's desk. Center fold, unmistakable.

Reigen would find it in the morning. Shigeo hoped that he would tuck it away with the others Reigen pretended he didn't save in his desk drawer.

Then, when the time came, Shigeo hoped he'd wear them, as Shigeo wanted to wear his.

A symbol to the world that they belonged to each other.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Monday check up 😗

I meant to answer you yesterday but I was getting demolished by work. So I wanna say I'm doing good and I hope you are too. But also because this:

I give you this:

The Happy Couple

Warnings: nothing glaring besides allusions to criminal shit and some shady business transactions.

Character: mob!Bucky

Summary: You have an interesting conversation with one of your father's capos at his wedding. (just over 1k)

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You thank the server as he fills your glass with sparkling rose. The music pumps through the speakers as drunken dancers crowd the floor. Their classy attire lends a laughable contrast to their activity, the sloppy moves of the unaware.

You cluck as you watch your new stepmother grind her ass against your father’s crotch. A deep gulp leaves your glass half-empty. You set down the stemmed flute and dab away the trickle at the corner of your lips with the cloth napkin at your elbow, careful not to smear your lip gloss.

You put the napkin down and fix the skinny strap of your satin dress, a similar shade to the bubbly wine. Another sardonic chuckle tickles your throat.

You were demoted from bridesmaids for refusing to wear the tacky ruffled teal monstrosities now twirling round messily. It hardly bothers you as you had enough experience in the role to know it was a pain in the ass more than an honour.

You take your glass again, tipping it daintily against your lips and sipping as the hordes of middle-aged partiers get rowdy to The B52s. Your amusement at the scene is curtailed by a pique of curiosity as a speck looms in the corner of your vision. You glance over as the chair next to your glides out across the polished floor.

“You mind?” Bucky calls over the music as he rests his hand on the back of the chair.

“Go for it,” you shrug and drink again.

He pauses as he unbuttons his jacket and slings it over the back of the chair. He sits, his fingers brushing down his white vest and settling across his black trousers, stretched over his thighs as his knees are spread wide. He squares his shoulders and sighs.

“You look elated,” he says dryly, raising his voice to compete with the bass.

“Oh, wonderfully happy for the newlyweds,” you roll your eyes.

“What’s this one? Four?”

“Number six,” you empty the glass and put it down, “tied with Henry VIII. You think this one will lose her head?”

He raises his hand and signals a server as he responds, “I didn’t know you liked history.”

“I’ve seen a few Youtube videos on some dead people,” you shake your head.

A server comes over with the wine and diligently pours until the bubbles are at the rim of the glass. Bucky dismisses them without a drink of his own. You look at the pale blush liquid and touch the side of the crystal as you squint at Bucky.

“Shouldn’t you be out there dancing?” You wonder.

“Shouldn’t you?” He tilts his head, his tongue poking out between his lips.

You lift your glass as you consider him, his eyes flicking down, catching the dimly set lights like sapphires. He’s handsome enough, especially compared to the other capos. He’s not terribly old and hasn’t yet grown the typical pot-belly that comes with an excess of red wine and prosciutto.

“If you’re asking me to get out there, no. These aren’t my dancing shoes,” you show off the rose gold Manolos.

“Ah,” his eyes trail down to your foot and he bends forward slowly. You watch curiously as he takes your foot and lifts it into his lap. You try to pull away but he holds your ankle firmly, “they always say something about beauty being pain” he admires the shoe as he drags his finger over the toe, “but you’re not hurtin’ for that, are you?”

“You’re silly,” you take a gulp as he wiggles your shoe off, “hey, what are you doing? Those are expensive.”

He sets your shoes on the table and puts his finger to his lips, hushing you in the din of a slow dance, Celine Dion’s voice crushing the frenetic energy of the dancers. He flutters his fingers up your arch and you twitch as the ticklish sensation it sends up your calf. He clings to you and pushes his thumb into your foot.

“What–”

“Maybe the next one of these will be yours,” he says as he deliberately but delicately massages your foot, “I hear the bride is about your age.”

“Ha, she sat behind me in geometry.”

“Small world.”

“Sure, and my dad’s got a big wallet.”

“Never hurts,” he agrees as he lets his left hand trail along your ankle, his other still kneading your foot, “I did have a chat with the good don.”

“Business? You know I don’t know about all that,” you look away evasively and slurp down a mouthful of wine.

“Business for him, pleasure for me,” his chair scrapes closer as his hand wanders to your knee, the slit of your skirt baring you to the thigh.

You put the glass down and lean forward, stopping his hand. You look at him in the artificial candlelight of the centerpiece. The glow catches the patch of silver along the dimple of his chin and the few strands at his temples. Is he crazy?

“My father doesn’t appreciate his men getting fresh with me.”

“I’m not worried about daddy,” he smirks as he grips your thigh, “I’m just following orders.”

You swallow. Despite the urge to laugh in his face and promise him that your dad will have his ring finger, you can’t muster the derision. The earnestness in his expression gives you pause. He’s your father’s most loyal and capable soldier.

“He wouldn’t–”

“His new wife wants an empty nest and I got one of my own,” his rough fingertips send a chill up your spine and you twitch, “no better prize than the boss’ daughter.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t?” He challenges as he peeks over to the dance floor.

You follow his eyeline as you father sways with Kendra. He watches calmly and gives a nod before smiling as his new wife and kissing her sloppily.

“I won’t go into detail about how I earned such a prize as yourself but I promise,” his hand creeps up and searches out the slender string of your panties, “I’ll take better care of you than any man. Even dear old daddy.”

[kanene-yaaay]

WAITWAITWAITWAIT I WAS SO *NOT* READY FOR THIS OMGGGGGG!!!

I have !!! No words for how much incredible, beautiful, fabulous, great, awesome and sweet this is!! The playfulness of here is just *chef kiss* WONDERFUL and don't even get me started on their expressions! I am simply OBSESSED w Mob's face on the first pic and HIS SMILE ON THE SECOND ONE AAAAA <333 my heaaaart <33

MOB PYSCHO AAAAAAAAA THANK YOU ANON FOR COMMISSIONING THIS AND FOR BEING SO GENEROUS AND KIND TO ME <3 <3 <3

[monakisu]

DUDES I WITNESSED A LIVE EXORCISM IN CHURCH TODAY my mom dragged me there and after dancing for freakin 20 minutes straight (like HARDCORE DANCING that had me PANTING and LIGHT-HEADED) they held a little sermon or something then a longass session for ppl to pray and trill like birds (speaking in tongues). then a girl started shrieking as a huge crowd mobbed her and the sermon speaker kept yelling “OUT!!” at her like when u try to wrangle ur unruly dog so she ended up collapsing into a sobbing heap. also there was a guy deadass asleep on the ground right next to the possessed girl. he had a blanket and everything. can u do that in church? just pass out? is that allowed??

and apparently when loads of different people try to pray for me they always burst into tears (thanks mom and co). the pastor plastered herself right up against me (she is a tiny grandma but i still felt viscerally intimidated) and began praying very seriously. unfortunately i am EXTREMELY TICKLISH so her vibrating voice had ME vibrating from BARELY RESTRAINED LAUGHTER and she thought i was crying so she started crying too and that doubled her vibrations so i nearly choked to death in the middle of church!!! i was boutta see my homeboy jesus right then and there!! i never want to go back to church again!!!

but my crush will be there on saturday so maybe 🤔

[fountainpenguin]

"Always hear the same kind of story; break your nose and they'll just say 'Sorry...'" (x)

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Pixels Imperfect series ~ Double Life - Boat Boys

“Canadian Idiot” - 23k words

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Paper Boats [Etho & Joel series]

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

I've been drawing preview images for some of my 'fics that didn't have them yet. Here's a pretty post for a personal favorite!

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Summary: Etho is a fox hybrid who aggros on people who cause him damage. During Double Life, Joel and Etho are soulbound. And Joel causes Etho a lot of damage. The mob-strengthening full moon doesn’t help.

AKA - That one 'fic where Etho bites Joel a bunch of times and Joel stomachs it like the good little soulmate he is.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Canadian Idiot

"Where is Etho? Why hasn't he come home? I'm SO worried…"

🖤  💛  ❤️

Act 1. Scene 2. Introductions are behind them; the Hero's Journey has begun. They balance on the precipice hand in hand, except they're nowhere near hand in hand because Joel has done nothing wrong and Etho's about to bring him crashing down. With a label like Act 1, Scene 2 melting in your brain, you're practically encouraged to overstep; make mistakes. Isn't that a proper story outline? You start by introducing goals. Then faults. 'Tell me one thing your protagonist does wrong…'

It's Etho, not Joel, who does something wrong. Wrong and immoral and without consent, and he's shaking - he's shaking - as he slips his hand above the milk-white bed sheets. He slightly cranes his neck, lifting just a little from his pillow. He's already squirmed closer to Joel more than he'd admit to anyone outside the Boat. Joel's cradled against him, stomachs and knees and hips flush and ticklish and warm. Joel's hand rests atop the blankets. Atop Etho's chest, pretty much.

And Etho's itchy, pain swelling deep inside. His breath's all clogged in the back of his throat. A problem that Joel doesn't have, because Joel's some kind of insect hybrid and he breathes through the spiracles down his torso… which Etho can feel both on the outside of his legs (because Joel is shirtless under the blankets) and threaded through his own body (because they share every flickery touch, even in the way they breathe).

I wonder if Joel ever gets sick of feeling "my" breath in the back of his mouth. That's gotta be a weird feeling when he doesn't have lungs…

In Act 1, Scene 2, Etho initiates the Rising Action. He lays his own hand on the far side of Joel's. His eyes are glowing - the candles and furnaces are glowing too - and it's warm and rosy and golden brown down in the depths of The Relation. Etho's shaking as he nudges Joel's fingers higher up the blankets, from their random flop (is it random?) across Joel's chest and up to Etho's neck. Conflicting pixels bristle when they come into contact. They tense up, even while Joel stays sleepy and mild-mannered. Etho stares down at those gleaming pixels and watches them re-situate themselves, building up their little barrier so they stay firmly Joel's and his own pixels remain firmly Etho's.

There's unwavering trust in the way Joel lets himself sleep, curled against Etho's side. The pixels in their legs blended together long ago, making mermaids out of them. They don't even itch. They're perfectly melted inside each other, heels and toes overlapping as easily as the edges of their hitboxes do.

Etho can feel the easy flutter of mingled bits and pieces shifting between them, pixels bumping and evaluating their neighbors and occasionally switching back and forth. He's got bits that used to belong to Joel in his ankles, probably. The colors have probably already changed over. You wouldn't even be able to tell. It's nothing. It's normal. Everybody does this. They're sharing a bed. They're sharing hearts and health and pain; exchanging pixels during hitbox overlap isn't nearly as weird.

It's not like I'm anxious and 65 anymore. I've got a couple thousand years in me. I've shared my bed before. This isn't weird.

It's not like this in the singleplayer, though, where he sleeps alone.

And it's not like this on Hermitcraft. Where he sleeps alone.

And it wasn't like this in his wool castle on 3rd Life. Where he slept alone.

And it wasn't like this in Last Life. Bdubs slept on the far side of their shared room, his narcoleptic phantom soul knocking him out cold hours before Etho crept to bed. And slept alone.

Etho squirms, which blurs his foot with Joel's and sends a static ripple up his leg. He stops so it won't seize up in the pit behind his knee. His pixels need a minute to orient again, sluggish in their sleep just like the softly breathing Joel. The air is stuffy inside The Relation's lower room. Etho already pulled his mask off before bed; it lies (rumpled and unfolded) on the crafting table to his left. Though dry, the air is cool against his exposed skin. His tongue traces across the curve of each and every pointed tooth inside his mouth.

I have to.

The closest he'll come to voicing it. He tries to fold his hands away. He grips his own wrist, grinding it in the wrinkles of blankets tucked against his stomach. Candles flicker in the edges of his vision. He stares across the captains' quarters, rotating his hand back and forth, forcing it to press his stomach. To calm some kind of hunger that doesn't stem from there.

He does not personify the aggro instincts creeping up his spine. They don't envelop him in words. Offering words to the thought would mean caving in, admitting its strength and hold against him. Etho stares without blinking at the far wall and twists his wrist in that space between stomach and guts. Tight. Unyielding. Firm.

It's never been this bad on-server before…

It's twisted. It writhes in him, like a snake dropped down his pants, spiraled around his leg, and looped to slither up his spine and wrap around his throat. It's a full-body shiver that leaves him opening and closing his hands, palming his knees through the bed sheets. He has really pointy knees. Etho presses, rubbing his hands up and down and all around in circles, but it doesn't help.

He needs to. This. He needs- he just does. He can curl his legs and writhe and grimace all he wants to, but he can't hold it in forever… like Bdubs can't help but lunge when Etho's pushing at the boundary of long nights with no sleep.

Can't.

He sinks down in the pillows, exhaling, and tugs the white covers of the bed up to his chest again. It shifts Joel's arm. Etho can feel it through the blankets. He can feel the touch of soft, carefully crafted wool on the back of that hand as clearly as his own. Joel's expertise with wool leaves absolutely no question that he thrives on the Empires server, weaving banners on a loom. There's no itchiness to the blankets. They're so soft, they may as well be silk or cream.

This ship feels like a cake, lit by the candles on the wooden shelves. As the wind gusts against the outside of their base, it creaks the boards and Etho shivers, shifting one leg a little tighter between both of Joel's. Pillager grunts carry down the hill. He can hear their distant pacing. The constant loading of crossbow bolts. The way they mutter, bending heads.

Do pillagers ever snuggle with their friends late at night? Maybe not. They're just mobs; maybe they aren't programmed with a sleep schedule. He's never charged inside an outpost to find them startled and fumbling out of bed.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

[kanene-yaaay]

EVERYONE SUSH EVERYON PAY ATTENTION EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS!!!! IT'S HIMMMM!!! IT'S THE GRUMPY BOYYYYYY!!!!! IT'S RIIIIITSUUUUUUUU! Being all smiley and silly and laughing, which is pure gold and should be celebrated as an international holiday <33 <33

Shoutout to more of my Ritsu headcanons, aka being SUPER jumpy from anticipation, and death spot being the place just below his underarms (also knee pits bc yes!) :]

[warrenwrites]

Not So Scary

Not So Scary Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: In the midst of your criminal activity you have a run in with the familiar Daredevil

A/N: This is based on the 'chase' prompt from tickletober. Trope I wish we did more: Hero x villain or Vigilante x Vigilante finds out the other is ticklish. SFW but a little flirty because let’s be real. Smooth Moves Matt

If you like this Story you should check out @sugars-fluffy-escapes Peter 3 x Reader fic with a similar concept: A Rose Without Thornes

Word Count: 1.9k

Hell’s Kitchen was a rough place to grow up. With crime down every ally and Mobs with a hand in every business, it was no shock that you grew to adopt the Robin Hood lifestyle. It wasn’t lawful, what you did, not in the slightest. But you were doing your part in the community.

As of late, a financial epidemic had run through the area. Fisk’s goons had been dealing with counterfeit bills and your family were directly paying the price when your Uncle’s sandwich shop had fallen victim to far too many dealings. Many of your friends and family had only false money, given out by shady businesses and sneaky deals. They were unable to buy or bank anything and it was a joke to think the cops would mess with who was to blame. Not when Fisk has so many of them on either his payroll or hit list.

The pressure was on to defend your family where the law failed them, so you found yourself geared up, mask adorned, breaking into one of Fisk’s manufacturing warehouses. It was low security and easy for you to slip in to his office where you broke into his safe and swapped out the counterfeit bills to regular old money.

When you think about it, you were basically helping Fisk out. After all, the whole point in this operation was to cycle the money around, no crime in that. Well, ignoring the fact that you stole a handful of documents from his desk, figuring they’d come in hand later. 

They did, however, quickly prove to be an issue now that you were hopping roof tops and booking it at full speed to escape the neighborhood vigilante whom you recognized as Daredevil. This wasn’t the first run in you’d had with the Red Devil since you’d met many times before, each time exchanging banter and poking fun at one another. However, it was the first time you’d faced off against each other in combat. It didn’t take long for him to have you pinned against the wall after a small rooftop battle. After all, your skills were in cat burglary, not martial arts.

So there you stayed, back against the wall with your arms held tightly over your head. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he spoke into your ear.

“Well?” He questioned. “Hand ‘em over,” His hypnotic voice almost made you cave and do exactly as he said, but you were far too stubborn and enjoyed your back on forth too much to give in.

You shrugged your shoulders as best you could and you kicked out slightly to tap your foot into his and answered, “You’ll have to let me go, Red.”

Your sweet coaxing would have worked on so many men, but unfortunately, he knew you a little too well. “Nohot a chance,” he laughed, flashing a toothy grin. “Not after last time.”

He was fair to be cautious since the last time the two of you met, you did indeed leave him to deal with the oncoming police. But it was different this time, you were safe here and there’s no one to bare witness. 

“Oh, come on,” you huffed. “You can’t blame me for that, you would've had me arrested,” You defended.

“Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” He had no interest in giving you time to plot an escape. “I need Fisk’s arrest log.”

Again, you shrugged, purely to thicken the tension between the two of you, “Finders Keepers."

His head nodded in a ‘Alright then.’ motion before he opened his mouth to speak, smacking his lips as he did. “I didn't expect you to make this easy." 

With his free hand he began a basic pat down. He’d seen you tuck things away into your suit before but he wasn’t quite sure how it worked, or even where the hidden pocket was. You felt his hand run down from your ribs to your waist in one quick motion and you instinctively jumped, biting back a scream that escaped as a muffled shriek. You had squeezed your eyes shut out of reflex and kept them closed in personal protest to your embarrassment. A moment went by and you let out a sigh, keeping your eyes closed but dropping your head to your chest. 

“What was that?” He asked with a smug undertone, tilting your chin up to face him. "And remember you can’t lie to me.”

You took a deep breath, “That was the moment I decided I have to kill you,” you squeaked out. “I’m sorry but you sealed your fate,” you shrugged, deciding the best way out would be to talk your way out of this.

Daredevil chuckled at your panic and took note of your heart beat. Even with the additional flustered panic, it hadn’t changed from its usual beat. There was no evidence of genuine shame, panic or discomfort. “Now,” he teased in a ‘cooing’ voice. “That’s unfortunate,” he swiped his fingers horizontally this time and you jerked again, squeaking in response as you tried to kick out.

“No! Red! Come on, it’s spandex, this sucks!” You pleaded in a desperate vortex of honesty, anything to summon a little pity for you. You felt all dignity abandon you in this moment, but you just couldn’t stand the light touches that fluttered around your stomach as he continued to trace his finger back and forth. You didn’t had armor like him, just a thin layer of spandex over your now stretched torso.

“Would you rather a strip search?” He questioned, listening to the familiar uptick of your heart that he heard every time he flirted with you. ”I can’t imagine this is any better on bare skin.”

You were thankful that your mask covered the top half of your face, hopefully it did well in hiding your bashful expression. You were almost speechless and chose to tug at your arms. Now seemed like a good time to give in, before this got any worse and you passed out from all the blood rushing to your face. “Okay, okay,” you caved. “Just let me go and you can have your arrest log.”

He pinched your side, just to watch you jump. “Still don’t trust you,” he confessed. “Tell me where you’ve got it.” He stepped closer to you, practically pinning you further into the wall as he kept up with the tormenting tracing, now at the base of your ribcage.

“AH! Hey! Red, give ihit a rehehest,” you tried desperately to bring your knees up but he was in the way. You couldn't see a way out unless he stepped back or released a hand. Regardless he didn't give you much time to think clearly.

“Tell me, Sweetheart.” What you wouldn't give to wipe that smirk right off his face. His fingers drummed down to your waist and your entire body tensed in anticipation. To be perfectly honest, you had no idea how ticklish you were until now.

Unbeknownst to you, Matt picked up on your heartbeat and heard it speed up the more he poked around that spot. He was very much enjoying himself but it was getting late so he dug his hand into your waist, tasing his fingers into your spot.

“NO! DAHAHAREDE- EAH! Yohohohou hahahahavehehe toho stohohohop. Pleheheheeeese!” Your words officially started to get lost in your giggles and he eased up only slightly. “Ahahalrihihight, ohokay, just-ugh- left, above my wahahaist thehehere's a hihidden zihipper,” you confessed, knowing he'd have trouble finding it. You'd hope he had to let you go so you could make a run for it.

He began prodding around, poking and scritching in a way that was just as unbearable as before, making you burst out again into laughter. “Yohou're gonna have to stop fidgeting around,” he teased.

You couldn't help the squeak that feel from your lips when all five fingers prodded into your side, "YOU-Yohou're gohohohonna hahahave to stohohohop!”

He simply shrugged, smiling at your misfortune. “Hey, I can keep this up all night.”

You tugged aggressively at your pinned hands, "juhuhust one hahand!” you begged, hoping for the slightest of mercy. He wasn't letting up so you had to meet him in the middle, but you really couldn't walk him through the zipper. He had to let you go.

“Okay.” He slowly brought his fingers to a stop, resting them on your hip. “But only because you begged.” With caution he loosened his grip on your hands so you could pull them free from his grasp.

As you tried, he secured his hand again, keeping one pinned where it was. Groaning in frustration you tossed your head back and quickly yanked your leg up in attempt to kick his leg out from under him. You failed when he shot his hand out and seized your thigh in his hand, before bringing it up to his waist, gripping tightly enough to make you jump and squeak once again.

 Tilting his head mockingly, he tightened his lips, holding back a laugh. “You’re just sensitive all over, huh?”

You exhaled in exasperation and it almost sounded like a growl. You narrowed your eyes and jumped off the ground, putting all your weight into his body to push yourselves off the wall and tumble back onto the floor.

The two of you landed on your backs and Daredevil leapt up into a superhero landing where he faltered at the sight in front of him. You made no move to get up, just puffed out a few laughs and moved your hands to your side where you folded over the fabric to reveal a zipper. 

Opening the pocket, you pulled out the pages of the documents you stole and held them out to him. “Here, Horns.”

With slight hesitation he took them from your hands and silently counted out how many pages you had given him. Once he was satisfied, he fell back to lay down next to you on the roof. A moment passed as you both caught your breath. The city was loud but he could still hear your heartbeat steady out, beating almost in time with his.

“Hey, can I ask you something you don’t have to answer?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side.

“I think I owe you that much,” He prompted with a goofy smile plastered over his face.

“Are you really blind?” You asked in a small voice. He waited a beat before nodding. He clearly wasn’t ashamed or secretive, it just seemed like he was debating whether or not he wanted to lie to you. “Well, if you want. I can always help you out with those papers. Seems like it might be quicker and less suspicious than transferring them into brail.”

He couldn’t deny that you had a point and he couldn’t deny that he did want to see you again. “You’d help me even after I just tortured you?” he asked smugly.

“Well, in exchange for revenge of course.” You joked, proud of the laugh that pulled from his lips. “I’m serious,” you laughed as you stood up and made your way to the edge of the roof. “I have a small base not too far from here. We can keep the masks on if it makes you feel better.” 

Sitting up, he tightened his grip on the papers in his hand. “Guess you’re not as much of a pain in the ass as I originally thought,” he confessed.

You hummed and turn to face him despite him not being able to see you. You just wanted to get another look at him. “And you’re not so scary as I first thought.”

Thank you so much for reading! Again if you like this story you should check out @sugars-fluffy-escapes Peter 3 x Reader fic with a similar concept: A Rose Without Thornes

And if you want to see more from me, request here or check out my Masterlist

[thezombieprostitute]

Sparks Fly - Masterlist

Summary: After working as an engineer for Wilford & Gilliam Trust for several years you find evidence of seedy dealings and burned books. After turning in the evidence you find yourself in danger and seek help. You're taken into the protection of a mob family where you run into your high school best friend, Mace.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Epilogue

Asks:

Caught in the Rain

Guilty Pleasure

Ticklish

Part of the Garbage Men AU