#jeremy tickle

[kimgmac63]

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Misread the “Jonathan’s going to be kind in Jeremy’s body if it kills him” as the politeness killing Jeremy like Jonathan looks Maddie in the eyes and goes “I appreciate how hard you are working to keep us safe, I thank you sincerely” and the body collapses in a fit of pique

Jonathan KO-ing Jeremy with even the slightest degree of interpersonal politeness will never not be funny to me.

[cornkretno-hip]

Sometimes I have a lot of questions for myself

[thatwillreallydoit]

[gamequeenanya]

You and your FNAF boyfriend (Security Guards!)

Doing one of these character things because they're fun! :3

Prompt: You discover he's ticklish.

Mike / Michael Afton:

Mike was just showing you how well he could shoot hoops in basketball. You run over to high-five him, and pull him into a hug. Unfortunately for him, your fingers decide to feel along the fabric of his jersey. You think it's a nice material.

You did not expect to hear him flinch and giggle.

Uh oh.

Mike blushes and goes to explain it away, but it's too late. You figured it out.

Tickle time! :D Michael bursts into laughter and flails as you tickle him everywhere!

Luckily it's a private session.

Michael's worst spots are his sides, hips, and ears. (Yes, just gently brush your fingers along them.)

Most ticklish to pokes.

Will take revenge immediately! This man will not have mercy until you beg and apologize!

Cuddles afterwards. With hot tea. :)

Jeremy:

It's actually he that tickles you first.

Did it to get your attention.

You squeal and give him a 'don't do that again!' look. Even though you secretly want him to do it again…

The next time you see him, it's revenge time! You sneak up behind him and pull him into a hold, tickling his ribs by tapping them rhythmically.

But wait, dear reader! Canon Jeremy is brave, and likes a challenge! Get ready for your doom! :D

Jeremy squirms, defiantly fighting your grasp until he gets loose. Then he pulls you into his arms and tickles you, giving you the same opportunity to get away.

You do, and then you look up at him knowingly. The two of you would have many tickle fights in the coming weeks!

Worst spots are his ribs, armpits, and face (Brush his nose or his cheeks with a feather)

Feathers or feather-light touches get him best.

Will want a movie afterwards and shares hot apple cider.

Fritz:

Yes, Fritz is his own person! Huzzah! :D

Fritz is surprisingly shy. The first time you tickled him, you did it to tease. He blushed and squirmed away immediately.

We'll say he's generous. Generous with sharing his food, and generous with tickles! If you tell him, you want a tickle fight, he will gladly give you what you ask for!

Laughs easily, and rather ticklish. But always afraid he'll hurt you… This is why he tends to lose tickle fights. Poor Fritz!

Whether you are dating him, or are just friends, he will always tickle you in the ways you prefer. :) Gentleman!

Worst spots are his armpits, tummy, and legs. Feet are also a big contender!

Equally sensitive to whatever tickle tool you want to use. Go crazy!

Soft cuddles afterwards, which usually ends in the two of you falling asleep.

William:

Are you sure you want this man to tickle you…? Really sure…?

Okay then… but be warned. This man is merciless.

It's probably safest to just let him tickle you first. He does end up tickling all of his employees eventually - controversial as that may be…

He will usually sneak up behind someone and playfully pinch their hips, reminding them to smile in a sultry tone.

After hearing your laugh, he wants more. And strange though it is, you end up wanting more too.

Tickle the Weem! :D Ahem. I mean William. Heh.

Wait, that's right! Nicknames. Be playful, and he may be more likely to tickle you.

Anyways, as I was saying: tickle him back! He lets out a low chuckle, not wanting to embarrass himself. But if you continue, you'll end up hearing high pitched squeals, and begging for mercy!

Whatever you do, don't interrogate him while tickling! He'll see it as a betrayal. It's a grave mistake (literally).

But seriously. Screams like a little girl. Have mercy on him! (Or don't. :3)

Worst spots: feet, back, scalp.

Most ticklish to: paintbrushes.

Aftercare? Nah. He's too embarrassed and just wants to recover in his office alone!

Phone Guy / Scott:

My sweet baby boy angel! <3333333333333333 Protect this man's smile 2kforever.

You know what they say: The more anxious someone is, the more ticklish they are! (It's science.) Poor darlin' can't catch a break.

Really get to know him as a friend, build trust, and show him you genuinely care. If you do this, his laughter will be all the more sweet. <3

It will definitely be a love language thing for him. Hold him close, cuddle him, and then tickle him. He will have so much fun, and you will as well! :)

Has the kind of laugh that can heal people. Seriously, it's something special.

Everyone at work knows how ticklish he is. (Again, poor darlin'!) If someone simply drags their finger along his back, or taps his shoulder, he will squeal!

But it's okay. He's not too worried, because he has you around to protect him. <3

With permission, he will tickle you back. And he will tease you about all the things that make you precious while he does so!

What goes around comes around! Tickle him back, and hear that precious laugh! (Compliment him too, but only in private, because he gets emotional.)

Worst spots: navel, knees, neck.

Most ticklish to: scrub brushes (only on "tough" spots)

Despite usually losing a tickle fight, he will offer comfort to you afterwards. Lay on top of him, and make him feel safe and loved too. <3

[strawbbfluff]

Hey I saw you write for TVD.

Can you please write Jeremy Gilbert X Reader headcanon where he finds out Reader is ticklish. If you don’t write for Jeremy anyone from TVDU is okay:)

jeremyyyyy AUGH i love him

—

you guys would be hanging out at his place, playing some stupid video game together but altogether just enjoying each others company

that is, until you “betray” him and kill his character off in the game

“y/n! we were supposed to be a team!”

“yeah, but that got boring! i had to spice things up a little~”

“well, if you wanted to ‘spice things up,’ all you had to do was ask, gorgeous.”

you’d roll your eyes at his impish reply, scoffing before you felt his fingertips run up your waist

it was probably supposed to be a sensual move, but curse your sensitivity, eh?

“j-jeheher! watch it. that tickles.”

“proooobably shouldn’t have told me that after what you just did.”

he’d be on you in no time, and you really would have no chance. i mean, the guy is a vampire hunter. what could a mere human like yourself possibly hope to achieve in escaping?

your hands would be pinned under his knees, and he’d probably scribble into your underarms until you cried a little. that, or begged him to stop enough for him to be satisfied

“…you’re a jerk, jer.”

“you love me anyway.”

[chalterdh22]

Day 24: Kate and Clint in “Joke” for Augtickletober2024

Summary:  Kate bets she can get Clint to turn red.  Bets on!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  All fluff.  Ler: F Lee: M (kind of…)

“Hey!” Kate said to Clint as she sat down next to him on the couch.

“What’s up kid?” 

“Nothing, just wondering something.”

“What?” Clint asked, not even looking at her.

“When Bruce hulks out, does he turn green instantly or gradually?”  Clint looked at her slowly, confused as why he would even ask him that.

“Uh, I don’t know.  I guess I never looked.”

“Do you know I can get someone to turn color instantly?”  She asked, grinning at him.

“Sure kid.  Whatever you say.”

“You wanna bet?”  She stuck her hand out.

He reached and shook it.  “Just don’t throw anything on me, ok.”

She smiled.  “Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Ticklish!”  Clint paused and turned red.  “I win!”

Kate got up and walked away and thought she should have bet him something.  She stopped, turned around to face Clint and he was right behind her.  Kate gasped.

“My turn for a joke!”  Now Kate was red.

The End

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Here’s my most recent tickle doodles

[kszombiesoul93]

I can’t be the only one who wants to see Jeremy Jordan get totally wrecked with tickles! 🥰

[happyandticklish]

ahh i hope it’s okay to send a few pairings in one ask for the tickle fight thing!!! if not feel free to pick one or two from these xoxo

jeremy & michael (bmc); elio & oliver (cmbyn); l & light (death note); jd & veronica (heathers); nancy & robin (stranger things)

Luckily for you I happen to love all these ships, so I will be completing each of these~ Thanks for sending some in!

In the future though, I'll probably have people send just one or two at a time though, just because tagging is a bit of a mess lol

Under the cut because it got long yada yada yada

Round Eleven: Jeremy vs Michael

Okay so. Technically Michael was the sole winner of their tickle fights for most of their friendship, however, this was mostly because he would take down Jeremy before the other boy ever got a chance to actually fight back. I feel like Michael would both know about and have The Kink (not necessarily sexually, that's just the only term that doesn't sound stupid for it lol), so he's always nervous about people tickling him because he's worried someone's gonna figure it out. So for a lot of their friendship, Jeremy believed that Michael just wasn't ticklish.

Until one day, around their sophomore year, Jeremy accidentally went for this spot on Michael's knee and the latter let out this shriek-y giggle sound and immediatelly fled the fight in his scramble to get away. And Jeremy's eyes are so wide because wtf you aren't supposed to be ticklish. But of course he has to test this out, which is when he realizes that apparently Michael Mell is unbelievably ticklish everywhere and a mess when tickled. So after that, their fights became more 50/50 (as Jeremy still loses a fuckton of them due to being a ball of ticklish nerves)

Round Twelve: Elio vs Oliver

I feel like Oliver wins most of their tickle fights unless he's purposefully letting himself fail. Elio's definitely the more ticklish of the two, which makes him more likely to lose and more determined to win. Oliver is pretty ticklish himself, but you have to catch him in the right mood or else he's good at resisting it. Early mornings are the best time for this, when he's all soft and sleepy. It'll start with Elio's fingers gently brushing his sides, and then warm, ticklish kisses on his neck and breath in his ear, and all of a sudden Elio is pinching his hips and Oliver is curling up against him and letting out these very un-Oliver like giggles. He won't fight back in the morning either, so most of Elio's wins have come from this. However, the majority of the time, no matter who instigates it, Elio is losing hard.

Round Thirteen: L vs Light

Just to start this off, I don't think that these two would engage in that many tickle fights to begin with. It does occur sometimes, but in general they're not that touchy of people. HOWEVER. When they do occur, Light is almost always the victim. L has detective advantages and can pinpoint his worst spots. He likes to catch Light off guard and wrap their chain around his other wrist before he can notice, and then he'll just casually poke along Light's frame, commenting on all of his reactions. And Light is hissing and struggling to break free and doing everything in his power not to laugh despite how scarily good L is at tickling. Also, Light has this spot on his neck that kills him every time and he cannot fight back at that point, all of his efforts are devoted to blocking off the area. L usually only loses when he hits too ticklish of a spot and Light gets hit with this bolt of energy that allows him to turn the tables.

Round Fourteen: JD vs Veronica

It's almost perfectly even between the two, they're like children about it. Both only siblings, both having never had to deal with tickle fights, both with pretty equal sensitivity. JD is more vicious in his approach, but Veronica is methodical with it and will allow herself to be taken down for a bit if it gives her time to strategize. I'd argue that JD might lose a bit more purely because he not-so-subtly enjoys the affection and will give up the fight just to get wrecked. Not that he'll ever admit to it, of course.

Round Fifteen: Nancy vs Robin

NANCY. Robin cannot hold her own in a tickle fight to save her life. She can win against Steve because he lets her and doesn't mind it, so I feel like she developed this cockiness with it that was quickly disproven when she first tried going up against Nancy. Nancy IS ticklish, don't get me wrong, but she doesn't really enjoy the sensation or the lack of control it gives her. Sometimes she's more okay with it than others, especially when Robin's the one doing it, but she can't help her body's natural fight or flight response to it. She gets mean with tickling to, going for worst spots right away and using her long nails to her advantage. And Robin, who is a mess of nervous energy to begin with, never stands a chance against her. I would argue that while sometimes Nancy will let her tickle her, if she's in the right mood, Robin can never win if it's a genuine tickle fight.

[skeletorsims]

What can he say? Ms. Ruiz was captivating. Jeremy hadn't thought about her much until he would come in from working the garden or tending to the animals and see her. She would always greet him, ask him if he wanted something from the kitchens. She was working on her cooking skills, she said. "I was only ever in the kitchen to pinch food from Cook." She said, once, smiling slightly down at the counter. "I want to get better and I'll need to if I want to make a life for myself." Maybe it was that which charmed him, her want to better herself. Even if they came from different worlds, he could relate to that, at least. Maybe, too, it was the fact that he could imagine her, even as reserved as she was, getting into mischief at the sprawling ranch she often spoke about. Pampered and cared for, but still alone. They had shared so much, even in this short amount of time. But while they speak in the parlor, Mr. Lace interrupts, his face a controlled calm which belied the anger in his eyes. "Did I walk into something?" He asks, and Jeremy can't help but look between the two, notice the uncharacteristic snarl on Ms. Ruiz's face. "This was a private conversation Mr. Lace." She replies, unable to keep her anger out of her voice. Suddenly Jeremy felt like he didn't understand her at all.

[yourprettylildoe]

Drabble about pregnancy life with Jeremy?

Or like tidbits about life with children with him?

Girl I luv how you write Jeremy. Call me mental, but there’s just something that tickles my brain just right when a man is a ✨benevolent sexist piece of shit✨ Get me a man who enjoys taking care of me, and thanks me for staying inside the house 😩

I KNOW RIGHT!!! It's so satisfying, like when they're so condescending about it too and forcing you to the old-fashioned lifestyle. (Let's be mental together).

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓰𝓈 𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉

Yandere!farmer x pregnant!reader

♡︎

Now that Jeremy had you in his grasp, his life was nearly complete.

Nearly.

He longed for mini-sized, chubby versions of you and him, running around the house. Imagining the sight of your swollen belly was enough to make him buzzing with excitement. Not to mention there isn't a problem good old pregnancy can't fix, like accustoming to your new life.

Perhaps then you'd accept the new reality now that you'd be chasing babies in diapers instead of silly, dangeroue dreams?

The only catch is — it'd be a funny little surprise. You didn't need to waste your sweet voice whining about how you really didn't want this.

Poor darling. Who convinced you that you knew your own good?

So, Jeremy got to work.

♡

Dim light illuminated the room as Jeremy flickered on the light as soon as your pitter-patter steps pounded against the wooden floor.

"Baby?" He drawled, rubbing his eyes before they went wide at the sound of gagging from the bathroom.

A wide, sinister grew on his lips as he walked over and reached you, tutting with faux concern as he held back your hair and rubbed your back.

Sniffling, you peered up at those puppy hazel eyes that could do no wrong. He cooed, rubbing a stray tear before hauling you up from under your arms and planting you onto the counter.

Large hands placed themselves onto your thighs, rubbing up and down soothingly. "Oh, my darlin'. You've been so tired these days from all sickness."

"Don't know why," you murmured, eyes droopy from exhaustion and making his heart flutter even more.

Oh, how he played the perfect role of a worried man for his girl and how she suddenly got thrown under the weather. It was so sudden and unexpected.

Jeremy purred contently, "this has been going on for so long. It can't just be a little cold, right?" His fingers reached up to rub her cheeks, "...right?"

Slowly nodding, you watched him rummage through the cabinet before pulling out a box. A...pregnancy test?

Amidst your daze, he explained that it was just to make sure eveeything's okay and that nothing was wrong. You were too dizzy and sleepy to question why such an object was conveniently there at the right time. You just slurred, "But i'm not pregnant."

He concurred patronisingly, his tone contradicting, "Of course you aren't."

Soon, he left to give you some privacy or maybe just time to deal with the sickening truth that was about to crash down on you.

A sigh escapes your lips. Maybe after this, you would find nothing and go back to bed to sleep till he woke you up for the dreaded chores. Lazily, you lifted up the little bar and not expecting much.

Two lines.

Your eyes went wide, shaking off any sign of previous drowsiness. Shaky, clammy fingers clenched around the object.

Two lines.

From where Jeremy leaned against the door outside, he could only hear silence.

That was before the big scream came.

In an instant, he was inside the bathroom, kneeling from where you sat on the floor, cupping your teary cheeks and shushing you.

Uncontrollable wails left your quivering lips. It wasn't on your checklist to move from the lively capital to a farm, let alone have a baby.

After all, you were a party animal back there. Every day, you were out and about, living life to the fullest so recklessly like any girl who was living in her prime.

And now you were pregnant? Things weren't on your side.

"I don't understand! I'm," hic "always careful and taking the pill."

Silly little you didn't need to know those weren't what you thought they were.

He shushed softly, "Oh, baby, it was bound to happen anyway. Besides, ya want this, I want this. Our baby will be beautiful."

"No, I don't want this!" You whined, cheeks and lips red with tears.

"Of course you do, honey," he smiled, kissing your forehead as if what you voiced was completely inaccurate. "Ya wanna be a mommy to our kid, and you will be so, so great." Your head nestler against his chest, you were still blubbering nonsense but it was blocked out for now.

♡

Like a switch, everything changed.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, you weren't allowed to lift a finger. Craving something unusual? Jeremy's already in the kitchen after abandoning the poor labour he was doing outside.

Want to take a walk? Oh, love, why do that when your strong man could do carry you like a princess.

Want to design the nursery? It's all yours. He's practically basking in the scent of all those baby products.

Despite your protests, he didn't back down from the matter of your diet. You needed all the nutrients you could get, even if you did complain that you would get chubby. You're so adorable — he loves you in all forms, but some food would really help you and the baby.

His eyes glowed with happiness when he ogled at your swollen bump from under your sundress. A sign of your love, your bond together. Motherhood was a good look on you.

Running his hands up your body, he pressed insistent kisses all over your skin, feeling the fluttering kicks.

Jeremy held up your stomach between his feather-light touches, almost as if it were a jewel, which it was.

"Daddy loves you and mommy so much," he spoke to his child, "there isn't anything I won't do for ya both. Just don't move around too much, precious. Mama is tired and she's gotta sleep."

You assumed you had the upper hand, but when you'd cry because of your stupid hormones, he would just make you feel so safe and tingly, msking you bury your face in his warmth.

Darlin', you ain't getting your way outta this anytime soon.

♡

After birthing a precious and healthy little girl, Jer is quite literally over the moon.

The sight of you fussing over your daughter makes him smirk triumphantly, he won the little battle of getting you to adapt to your new life.

"I'm so proud of ya, my lovely."

He kisses your forehead, gazing into your tired eyes post-labour.

"You've given me such a great gift. I love you baby."

The babygirl would have curls just like her papa and big eyes full of curiosity for the surroundings that's so similar to yours. He fell in love all over again.

He's spoil her rotten for the rest of her life and get her anyrhing she wanted with a bat of an eye, all while praising you and cuddling with you loads. After all, he obviously wouldn't forget about his favourite.

But don't you worry.

Another will be on the way soon with the months passing.

Did he mention he wanted, no, needed a big family? It's his dream. Even if you pouted a little at the thought, it's no biggie. He didn't take your advice previously and now's he's got a lovely bundle of joy nestling in her crib. Might take your word for it. He won't.

A son with messy hair and the cutest smile wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

Oh, just the sight of you cooking in the kitchen, eager little toddlers babbling at your feet while Jeremy hugged and doted on you was so right. So perfect. So his. So away from everything filthy.

The farm was never so vibrant as he played with his children.

Even if you were caught longing at reminders of your old life, he'd remind you that "being away from all these useless things was best for your happy little family."

Long forgotten were the days of partying. After all, a girl like you was so lost till he led you.

It all did work out in the end, with you being his domestic spouse and the mother of his children.

Just like how it was supposed to be.

♡

-I had so much fun playing around with the concept. It was so cuteeeee.

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎

@yourprettylildoe

[boundbyeclipse]

oral sex with jeremy headcanons

tags : switch!jeremy, switch!female!reader, drinking, oral sex (both receiving and giving), public!sex, slight cursing

• it was masquerade party in town tonight

• you and jeremy decided to go

• it was very crowded, loud music blasting through the building

• jeremy wore his black tuxedo while you matched him with your black dress

• you had your arm hooked around his forearm

• both of you found a bit more spacious spot and grabbed some champagne

• “what?” you ask because he cannot seem to stop staring

• he shows you a shy smile

• “you look absolutely beautiful”

• the two of you continue flirting back and forth

• champagne soon makes you both a little bit tipsy, but not drunk

• when jeremy asks you to dance his hands rest on your hips, holding them firmly

• it’s almost unbearable how good he looks

• so you just bite your lip while gazing into his dark brown eyes

• jeremy instantly senses that you’re up for something

• “do you want to leave?”

• “no. let’s find a room upstairs because i’m not wasting a ten minute ride home”

• you drag him to the second floor

• luck is on your side as you stumble upon an empty room with lockable doors

• but there’s no bed, just a table

• “stand over here�� you say as you point to the table

• jeremy obliges and stands tall in front of you

• he throws away his mask and helps you with yours

• your lips collide in a hot, passionate kiss

• you begin to unzip his pants as you kiss down his neck

• a lewd moan slips past his lips

• you massage his growing length before taking it out of the boxers

• you stroke it while still kissing jeremy’s neck, being gentle and slow

• jeremy bucks his hips into your palm

• “impatient?” you smirk against his skin

• “p-please”

• you waste no other second as you get on your knees in front of him

• you stick your tongue out to kitten lick his leaking tip

• jeremy presses his lips to hide a moan as he throws his head back

• you start to suck on the tip, then taking more of him as your hand holds the base

• drool drips down your chin as you bob your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes

• “baby, it feels so good” he whispers, tugging on your hair as his hand finds its way on the back of your head

• you place your free hand on his lower abdomen

• the salty taste in your mouth and his heavenly moans leave your underwear sticking to your pulsating folds

• it tastes a little salty but you love it anyway

• you pick the pace up and it encourages jeremy to whimper even louder

• “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum”

• you hum around his length in satisfaction, impatient to make him reach his high

• it drives him crazy how pretty you look from above

• the knot in his stomach grows bigger and bigger within seconds

• you take all of his member into your mouth until your eyes water

• jeremy shakes as he reaches his climax, shooting his hot liquid down your throat

• you release it with a pop and get up, wiping your mouth

• he gives you a soft kiss as he spins you around and picks you up

• you’re then seated on the table and jeremy pulls your thighs apart

• he kneels before you and smirks as he leans in

• his lips peck your core through the panties

• “you’re so soaked” he murmurs pushing the fabric out of the way

• his hot breath tickles your skin before his tongue flicks against your clit

• “shit, jeremy” you gasp

• you grip on the sides of the table

• his large hands hold your thighs as he begins to suck on your cunt, tasting the sweetness

• you cannot help but buck your hips against him

• his nose gets covered in your juices

• he also licks a strip up your folds which leaves the hair on your body standing up

• jeremy tightens his grip on you as he grows a bit aggressive

• you cannot help but call out his name in ecstasy

• it’s getting hard to keep still and to breathe evenly

• when his tongue lays flat against your core you jump a little at the sensation

• he smiles while looking up at you through half lidded eyes

• jeremy picks up the pace as he ravishes all of you with desire pumping through his veins

• you bite your lip as you cum around his tongue, thighs shaking violently

• he catches his breath as he stands up and kisses you

• “we need a bloody napkin, like, now” he chuckles out of breath

• you both get yourselves fixed and get your masks off of the floor before leaving

• “i think we need more booze now” you flash a smile at him and make your way to the pre-filled glasses of champagne

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Teasingly

Sniper x f!reader x Spy

Light daddy kink, teasing, light knife play (sniper), handcuffs, eating out 🫶 scout is lightly mentioned

You were wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.. since the New Mexico weather was so unforgiving that day. You chatted with Scout as Sniper sat next to you and Spy stood against the counter behind him. “An’ then I came up behind him and bam! Frickin’ knocked him out cold!”

You leaned against your arm, pushing your chest together slightly and unconsciously.

“Oh really?~ that sounds so cool, Jeremy.” Your voice was sultry as you admired his story. Sniper let out a low chuckle as he sipped his coffee. “what did you do after that?” You looked at Scout with half lidded eyes. Spy scoffed and bit onto the end of his cigarette.

Scout looked at you with wide eyes. A faint blush tickling his ears and cheeks as he did a little chuckle. His gaze moving immediately to your exposed cleavage before he answered “I uh, I actually gotta go! Just remember I got uh, this thing.. with the doc” he stayed silent to assess his story before speaking again “yeah that’s it.”

You cooed and pouted “Really? Oh that’s poor.. I was really enjoying your story.” You straightened your posture and leaned your cheek against your first.

He leaned his body slightly forward “Yeah,maybe another time!” Then he waved and ran to his room.

Sniper set down his cup and got up. Snaking his hands behind your waist. His dipped into your neck and began slowly kissing it. Spy moved forward some to enjoy the show before him

“You’re wrong for that, love.” His voice was low as he mumbled against your skin. You could feel his cock growing behind you as your leaned into his touch and let your hand rest on the back of his neck

“What did I do, daddy?”

Sniper damn near growled and bit down onto your neck with a scowl across his face and his eyebrows furrowed. You moaned quietly and bit down onto your lip.

Spy leaned against the table and put his cigarette out “I think you know what you did, Mon ange” he always started using French when he was getting in the mood. He moved up to kiss your lips, you furrowed your eyebrows and moaned into the kiss as Sniper continued kissing and biting your neck. Spy pulled away and spoke “I suggest we go somewhere more.. private” Sniper nodded and let go of your waist. The three of you walked to Spy’s smoking room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open as you walked in, the two men following after you. Spy guided you to sit onto the red velvet chair he had in the room and sat in front of you , Sniper dimmed the lights some before walking over and taking a seat in front of you on his knees with Spy. The two men spread your legs with ease. Sniper undoes your shorts and pulls them off. They both notice a slight wet spot and smirk

“What? Were ya’ planning this, roo?” You only cover your face in embarrassment and peaked as spy took his mask off. Then, pulled his gloves off with his teeth.

God, he was so much hotter without that pesky mask

Spy then took his ungloved hand and pressed two fingers gently against your clothed pussy. You bit the back of your knuckle as he teased you, arching your back against his touch. He lowered his head down slightly and lapped at your cunt through your panties for a moment. Little sighs leaving your chest as you grinded against his tongue. Sniper nudged him over slightly and lifted your legs to take your panties off and tossed them somewhere unknown behind him. They both put each of your legs over the arms of the chair. Your pussy on full display for them. Sniper took his glasses and hat off as he licked his lips and dived in to lick your hole teasingly, his prominent nose pressing against your clit deliciously. Your hands reached for his hair as his tongue dragged up to your clit and he began sucking lon it, gently circling it with his tongue. His eye meeting your until you sighed and shut them with a smile plastered across your face. Spy took two fingers and gently pressed them against your soaked entrance, pushing them in and curled them against your walls. You moaned at the feeling of the combined pleasures. Your senses quickly becoming overloaded by them men.

“Sniper, look at her.” Spy took his free hand and pointed unapologetically at you, then letting his hand fall into your thigh and rub your hips gently up and down. Sniper mumbled against your clit “Such a pretty girl.” He said before going back to his task. His stubble tickling your skin lightly. Spy’s pace became faster as he sunk his fingers deeper inside of you. “Do you like that, mon amour?”

You nodded vigorously as you bit you lip and continued your grip on snipers hair, tugging slightly. He must have liked it considering his pace had quick. Relentlessly lapping at your clit now. Your moans flooded the room as your orgasm built up “fuck fuck! I’m so- I’m so close-“ you moaned and grinned against the feeling, trying quicken the orgasm you chased. The men quickened to a rapid pace as your legs shook slightly at the feeling. Your vision went blank as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching around Spy’s fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You relaxed into the chair, Spy and Sniper pulled away and wiped his face. Now they switched places. Your eyes widened at the sight “what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Sniper shot back with a condescending glare. Spy began to teasingly lap at your pussy and Sniper pressed two of his bigger fingers into your cunt. Scissoring you open as he vigorously pumped into your sensitive hole, your body spasming at the feeling. “You look good like this, Sheila.” He nudged Spy and he nodded. Eyebrows furrowed and grey hairs sticking to his forehead.

Another orgasm fast approaching as Sniper bit at your thighs. Your hands gripped Spy’s hair and fucked yourself on his tongue. “I’m.. gonna cum- oh god!!” Spy pulled away when you said that. You whined “please. Please.. I was so close!”

“Yes I know.” Spy stood up and lifted you onto his lap as he sat on the chair you were once on. “But I don’t recall giving you permission to the first time, did I?” One of his hands was sitting on the middle of your back to hold you in place.

Your eyes widened. “N..no you didn’t..” you hid your face in embarrassment. “mauvaise fille.” A hard smack came across your ass, leaving a red mark and a painfully delicious sting with it behind. Sniper wiped his face and leaned against the chair as be watched your reddened face. Another smack fell onto your red bottom. “What do we say, mon chéri?” His clothed erection pressing against your tummy

You bit your lip in anticipation for the next slap

“P-please, I.. I’m sorry” You mumbled

Sniper kneeled down to you “What was that, doll? Daddy didn’t quite hear ya’”

Another smack fell harder this time and you yelped. If it wasn’t for his hand on your back you surely would’ve jumped up.

“I said! I’m sorry! I.. i didn’t know!” Tears began to fall down your cheek. Smudging your mascara slightly. Sniper smirked and stood up. He slipped to the other side of the chair and slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt humming as he did so. Watching your body tense at the sudden sensation You moaned against his touch. Your vision was going white before once again, it was ripped from right under you. Spy kissed you some but pulled away to speak

“Sniper, take her.”

Sniper stood in front of Spy and held his arms out for your body as Spy stood up and handed you to him as if you weighed nothing to them. Sniper hooked his arms under your legs and you wrapped your around his neck. Your wet pussy pressing against his clothed erection as you whimpered at the feeling, leaving a wet spot on his pants. He pushed a door in the smoking room open, it led to a smaller room with a bed in it. He laid you down and Spy followed through the door, locking it and setting the key on a nearby table.

Spy opened a draw and took out a blindfold, Sniper took a bowie knife out of the other. It seems they’ve done this before, huh?

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurtcha’, I promise” his gloved hand came to your chin and lifted it slightly as he planted a kiss onto your lips. You only nodded and say there. Spy had disappeared, that was until he appeared behind you and tugged at the blindfold.

“What is your safe word, amour?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Uh.. panini” you said, unsure if any other word to use.

The men only chuckled “good choice” Sniper mocked as he kissed at your neck, Spy doing the same. The knife Sniper held was begging ran up and down your body, leaving small scratches as it tickled you. You shivered at the feeling, moaning under your breath. Sniper bit your ear “you like that, roo?” You nodded vigorously

“Good girl.” He said then continued to trace the knife up your body. Spy broke his kisses into sucking, leaving small hickeys on your neck and collarbone. Spy pulled away and grabbed a small pair of handcuffs. He handed them to you “would you like this?” You nodded

Spy smirked and began cuffing your hands tightly behind your back.

They both pulled away and laid you down gently, then stripped themselves of their clothing. “Would you like to go first, Mick?” Spy asked.

Sniper nodded “of course.” He said and sat between your legs. His hard cock lying gently against your clit. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to coax him into just fucking you already. He chuckled as he admired your soaked pussy.. then, took his cock into his hand and slid the tip up and down your folds slowly before sinking his tip into your hole. He leaned over you and sunk deeper a moan leaving you both as he easily bottomed out due to your slickness. He grabbed your legs and put them onto his shoulders, he took slow drags as Spy watched from the side. Stroking himself slowly in time with Snipers thrusts. He pulled all the way out and waited for a moment before slamming back into your cunt, his cock kissing your cervix. Your back arched at the feeling. His groans were low and heavy as he pounded into your pussy. “You feel good, Sheila. “ his grip on your hips became rougher and tighter as he chased his orgasm. Spy moved to your mouth, tapping your shoulder gently as his cock pressed against your cheek “May I?”

You nodded and moaned as Sniper fucked into you. You opened your mouth and let Spy slide his cock into your throat.

You gagged slightly as he began thrusting into your throat. The salty taste of his precum coating your tongue. The men chased their orgasm as they roughly fucked into your body. “God, roo. I’m gonna cum..” you moaned around Spy’s cock, sending a shiver down his spine as his groans left his throat freely “yes me too..” your head was reeling as the men used your body

“Can I cum in ya’, babe?” He cooed

You nodded the best you could around Spy’s cock. He pulled out and began pumping himself “Beg him for it, y/n.”

“Oh fuck! Please Mick! Please fill me with your cum! Oh, I want it so bad!!”

“Oh doll, of course, anything for you.”

Spy pumped himself more and more until his orgasm approached and he came onto your face, your mouth hung open to catch any of his cum on your tongue. Sniper growled as he thrusted deep inside of you and came into your abused cunt. Both of the men groaning as they looked at the scene they had made of you.

You all took a minute to catch your breath before Sniper spoke again

“Next time, don’t tease us please, babe.” He nuzzled into your shoulder as Spy rubbed your head gently sweeping you hair out of your face

Ps. Panini is a real safe word I used with my ex, he was such a lucky man.🥳

[drewsbuzzcut]

Wag Era

Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair

The Masterminds blurb

Warnings: smut and unedited

Takes place during their first year of dating

“Yes! Yes! Fuck. Oh my god. Harder,” Lyla’s cries echo.

Jeremy pounds her into the couch in her green room backstage ahead of her big Boston concert. He lost all semblance of sanity when she walked out in her too short mini skirt. It was easy to slip his hand underneath and let her arousal drive his senses. Which is why her bottoms are now pushed up her waist, and her shirt is pushed up to expose her bouncing boobs.

“You feel so good, baby,” he moans into her ear before nipping her earlobe.

The pop star white knuckles the worn leather, vibrating as her boyfriend’s mushroomed tip repeatedly hits deep inside of her. Jeremy’s hands wrap over hers, keeping himself steady as he continues to thrust into her.

“LB! 10 MINUTES UNTIL SHOWTIME!!” Hard bangs on the closed door startle them and the sound of her stage manager floats through their secluded space.

Jeremy’s movements start to falter, but Lyla feels too good to let him stop before she succumbs to a much needed orgasm.

“No! Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she demands, her arms and legs wrapping around his body.

“You’re going to be late,” he whispers partially in a moan due to his girlfriend squeezing down on his cock.

“Just fuck me,” she whispers as her eyes bore into his, making him submit to her even though he didn’t need any convincing.

“You’re such a minx,” he grunts as he starts to piston into her.

“Only for you,” Lyla whimpers, body feeling all hot with the way his cock massages every inch of her pussy.

She swears day in and day out that his cock was made for her- and only her. He knows how to make her shiver and scream in ecstasy.

Lyla tries not to cry out when he thrusts particularly deep, or when he lifts her leg over his shoulder.

“Uh fuck. Just like that, baby,” her sultry voice makes chills prickle at his skin.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” His hands find her hips, holding her still so he can buck into her without slipping out.

“Yes!” Her eyes turn into a dark, forest green. Her hair is wild and definitely not performance ready.

“Lyla! 5 minutes!” This time they both ignore the shouting from the other side of the door.

Lyla keeps arching up off the couch and her mouth is agape in silent euphoria. A tell-tale sign that her release is on the brink of ravaging her.

In a raging, lustful haze, Jeremy takes her lips in his. His way of stopping her from screaming and straining her voice as he works her through her exploding orgasm.

The coarse hairs of his mustache tickle at her top lip, making her body’s buzz intensify. Lately Jeremy has been sporting a mustache and he looks too damn sexy for Lyla to even think straight when she’s around him. It doesn’t help that she can feel him heavy and pulsing inside of her. It makes her head really spin.

The girl clenches down on him, her salacious sounds vibrating through his mouth. She holds him to her as he unloads inside of her, her nails deeply embedded in his back.

“That was so good,” she huffs as she tries to catch her breath.

Jeremy doesn’t answer, he just places his lips on hers in a bruising kiss before he makes his way down. His mouth leaves gentle kisses on the skin of her thighs, very aware of her sensitivity.

With his eyes glued on hers, he lets his tongue delve into her wet folds. He licks up every drop of their release and lets his tongue work her up again.

“If I’m not out in two minutes, they’re going to have my head,” Lyla warns the hockey goalie in a breathy rasp.

“I only need 30 seconds,” he retorts and drops his eye in a wink.

The singer cackles, but it’s interrupted by a gasp when Jeremy sucks her clit into his mouth.

a/n: I love Jeremy in his wag era, being a supportive boyfriend