#july double trouble

[littleslithewhump]

Day 18 – tickling

His body looks like a fucking pile of twigs. Just skeletal contours on the basement floor. He hasn’t moved since I set his shoulder. If it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest, I might think the idiot had up and died on me. 

I nudge him with my toe. 

He wakes up, sluggish and dull. He makes his own eyelids look heavy. When he looks up at me, he barely seems to recognize what he’s seeing. 

“Come on, pet,” I tell him. “Sit up.”

He struggles to even do that, hissing in pain as he puts weight on his newly fixed shoulder. It’s funny. It’s pathetic. It makes me want to fuck him. It makes me want to crush his throat with my boot. 

I crouch beside him, grasping his swollen shoulder and shaking him lightly. He whines about it. 

“You’re so tired, aren’t you?”

He nods. 

“You know you’ve been bad, right? I give you a place to live, give you food, I even fucking wash you, and you try to run. You don’t remember who I am. You know I should keep punishing you, right?”

Tears leak out his eyes, and he swallows audibly. But he nods. I can hardly believe it. The self-obsessed prick broke down after only two weeks of harsh treatment. I knew it–I’d known all along he was weak. 

“Look at you. Begging me to hurt you.”  

A wet sob tears out his throat. 

He still has metal manacles jangling around his wrists and ankles. I pull at one experimentally, testing his give, his submission. To me. He’s light and mobile as dandelion fluff. 

“Pet. Know I’m kind to you. I’m as kind as I can be.” 

He bobs his head again, eyes crystalline with fresh tears. 

He doesn’t resist a bit as I scoop him up in my arms, carrying him up the stairs like my waifish betrothed. He’s shaking lightly, crying like a child, but I feel him cling to me. It’s almost sickeningly sweet. I want to tug on his hair and make him moan. I want to tear the fucker apart. 

When I lay him on the bed, his eyelashes flutter. 

“Soft, isn’t it, pet?” 

“M..mhm,” he murmurs. 

I pin his wrist into the cushion above his head, opening his body up to me. I trace my fingers up and down his ribs, thumb his hip bone. It makes him twitch, sensitive skin under my touch, covered in pretty bruises. 

He’s so fucking fragile. I squeeze the soft part of his waist, which makes him jolt. 

I tickle his armpits, along his ribs. He flinches and shudders, a confused giggle escaping him. 

I lay down beside him, kissing his face, rumpling his hair in my hand, tugging it gently. He squirms, trying to reciprocate, I know. But too weak to manage it. It’s an intimacy I haven’t allowed him before. 

“Thank me, pet,” I murmur to him. 

He swallows again. “Thank…thank you.” 

“Good boy.” 

It’s more fun than I’d thought it would be, so I keep tickling him. Scratching him lightly with my nails, finding his sensitive spots, finding what makes him wiggle, hearing him laugh. When he tries to pull away, I hold him close, slinging an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. 

I lick up the tears dribbling down his face, rubbing my fingers lightly on the sensitive inside of his thighs, making him open his legs for me, through a strained little giggle. 

After stripping myself, coating my fingers in lube to prevent me from chafing, I push my fingers inside him. I squeeze his waist, holding him against me, which makes him moan and shudder breathlessly. It’s gorgeous; pleasure wrinkling up his brow. I push my cock inside, rocking into him steadily. 

I hold his face in my hand, keeping his face tipped toward me, slapping gently when he tries to close his eyes. “Focus on me, sweetheart,” I whisper. 

He cries the whole time, yes–but he begs prettily, begs for his release, for my release. For me.

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Hello Psychonauts Tumblr

I offer you a doodle I started a little while ago & decided to clean up of everyone's favorite boy

[thereigning-lorelai]

sunset curve + being 💕 cute ghosts 💕

[harveyverse]

flynn taylor 💗✨ julie and the phantoms moodboard 5/?

[invisibleraven]

bumping hips while brushing teeth next to each other <- Flynn &/ Julie?

Sleepovers at the Molina household had become a weekly staple for Flynn. Fridays nights she would pack her bag, say goodbye to her parents, and head over to Julie’s house.

By this point Ray and Rose told her to just walk in, not to bother knocking, and to help herself to the kitchen. Which was good when supper at her house had been something involving alfalfa sprouts and quinoa.

They usually watched a movie, gossiped and did their nails all while snacking and giggling. It was nice, for Flynn who was an only child and often lonely, and Julie who was shy before Flynn, so she didn’t have many friends.

They used to invite Carrie, but she had stopped coming ages ago so they didn’t even bother trying any more. It had taken a while for them not to feel the void of her absence though.

“Bedtime girls,” Rose stated as it got close to midnight. “We’re making pancakes for breakfast and I don’t want you falling asleep in your syrup.”

She always gave the both of them a hug before she went up-something Flynn loved since neither of her parents were the touchy feely type. Sure they loved her, but sometimes she missed mom hugs.

By this point, Flynn barely needed to bring anything but clothes when she stayed over-Julie had gotten her a toothbrush and a silk head-wrap for her braids. Flynn loved her for that, putting it on as Julie braided her curls, her fingers coating the strands in coconut oil making the bathroom smell tropical.

Flynn got the toothbrushes ready, handing Julie hers, hip checking her playfully as she did. Julie grinned and bumped her back, making them giggle.

When they were younger they would use the toothbrushes as microphones, singing loudly and purposefully off key, whatever song came to their mind. Only stopping when either Carlos or Ray would come in, either scowling or joining in.

Now they might sing a song they had written-or Julie would ask for help when something she was working on stumped her. Flynn wasn’t much for piano melodies, but she helped as much as she could.

Tonight though, they were happy enough to do a little dance as they brushed, bumping hips together as they did, finally refreshed and bursting into more giggles as they headed off to bed.

Julie’s bed was big enough for the both of them, even though they had to toss of her multitude of pillows onto her little yellow couch. Leaving the fairy lights on as they whispered into the night.

Julie dropped first-she always did, much more of a morning person as opposed to Flynn. Though Flynn had also drank her full of soda-a forbidden substance in her house-so she knew it would take longer for her to drop.

It was okay though, since she had to get up to turn off the lights, closing the curtains, and then sliding back into the bed. Finally stifling a yawn as Julie’s breathing evened out.

And Flynn smiled as she turned to the side, seeing a bunch of photos of the two of them littering the wall nearest her. Photos that were covering the walls of her own bedroom as well.

With room for more, because Flynn knew no matter what, there would never be an end to their friendship, even if the sleepovers did.

[narcissusbrokenmirror]

this is not my hottest take really. But sometimes im gald they never renewed jatp. Because the way Netflix is, they probably would've ruined the show, bc they don't know how to present teen shows without making them oversexualized and weird (as we can see w shows like Riverdale and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, all shows i enjoyed at first, but eventually dropped bc where tf is the plot.). I also dont wish that Disney would've taken over, i was in the The Owl House fandom y'all, Disney is not any better, they're racist homophobic bigots. And at last, but not least, the writers strike!!! All the main cast of jatp is supporting it, if we had the show going on for a secons or third season rn, we wouldn't get it anyway.

So, do i miss them? Hell yeah. Do i want more of the show? Yeah!! Do i think that the characters got what they wanted? No. Did they developed enough? No. Is the story close to and end? Fucking hell no.

But the show has done enough for a good first season, it established the characters' background, it brought them together, it opened doors for other future plots, it showed every character's potential for change and development.

[daintyduck99]

One more: “You can’t even hide your smile. So, spill. Who is this mysterious person that makes you all giddy and insufferable?” for Flynn & Julie, and you can choose who they are smiling about.

“Who did you meet?”

Julie plasters on her who, me? smile, but drops it quickly as Flynn simply continues to stir her coffee with an unimpressed look.

“What makes you think I met someone?”

Flynn waits for the waitress who stops by to take Julie's order and walk away, but she's practically vibrating to answer.

It's probably also a byproduct of how much caffeine she's had, but Julie won't mention that. She's trying to stay on her good side.

“Please,” Flynn starts, laying her hands flat on the table. “The difference in how you're acting compared to earlier? Night and day. And it's not a song, or you'd be humming.”

“You've seen me for all of five seconds,” Julie says, feeble to her own ears.

Flynn scoffs. “And I've known you for forever. You always get a dreamy look in your eye and a silly grin on your face whenever you're interested in someone new—and they're usually a musician.”

Well. She's not wrong. And maybe Julie was smiling like that when she walked in.

But the guy she'd bumped into at the music store had had really good taste! And talent, if the way he spoke and the calluses on the hands that had steadied her were any indication.

He'd also had a really great laugh, and kind eyes. Swoopy dark hair. Cute face.

“Aha!” Flynn cries, jarring Julie from her thoughts. “You can't even hide your smile.”

Damn. Julie tries, but his face is too fresh in her mind, his laugh too bright in her ears, the ink too fresh on her skin. She couldn't conjure another expression right now even if her life depended on it.

Flynn leans back, smug and triumphant.

“So, spill. Who is this mysterious person that makes you all giddy and insufferable?”

It's Julie's turn to scoff. “Insufferable?”

“You can be, when it comes to romance.” Flynn shrugs. “I'm calling it early.”

Julie toys with her napkin, glancing haplessly toward the kitchen. Maybe if she's lucky, the waitress will save her.

She's not, though, and Flynn's waiting.

“It's—I don't know him. I like him—I really like him already—but it's hard to be as optimistic as you after—after everything.”

Flynn waves this away with a flap of her hand. “So your last few dates were duds. That's mostly Tia's fault. But Jules—”

She snaps to regain Julie's attention as she glances toward the kitchen again.

“Jules, you floated in here. Listen, I’m telling you, this one could be different!”

Julie takes a deep breath. “I hope so.”

“Good! So tell me about him. What all do you know? You at least got a name, right?”

Julie pushes up her sleeve to reveal the name and number on her arm, glistening in purple marker and a neat, slanted font.

Flynn squeals.

She also ends up squealing the loudest at the wedding, so Julie can't be too miffed about the well deserved I told you so's.

[boonalina]

Just wanted to blast from the past. For new viewers wondering, Raine Whispers won btw. The poll ended months ago.

I'm mostly posting this so that I can change my background photo lol.

I give full permission for anyone to use this picture. ~Bonnalina

[jatp-scrapbook]

julie’s sparkly microphone

[littleslithewhump]

Day 20 - food play

My pet is chained to the leg of the bed by his collar, still languid and tired from coming in the bath. I’ve left his arms manacled behind him, the key to the padlock settled in my pocket. It’s a satisfying image, him, curled up on the carpet.  

I kneel next to him, pulling him to sit up, raking my fingers through his hair. “We’ll rest, pet. And then I have to work, unlike you.” 

He’s very still under my fingers, so I tug gently on his strands until he murmurs, “Ok, sir.” 

The fawning language makes me ruffle him, makes me hold water to his lips. He drinks thirstily, squeezing his eyes shut. When the bottle is empty, I remind him, “I take care of you. What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir.” 

“Good. Now open your mouth.” 

He parts trembling lips. I feel him inhale as I wedge my thumb into the corner of his jaw, keeping his throat open and visible. In my other hand, I lift up an inflatable gag–attached to a breathing tube, luckily enough for him. 

He gags as I feed the tube down his throat. “Sit still.”

It breaches the bend, and he retches. “Swallow, pet.” 

It nestles deep in his throat, settling until I fit the inflatable part of the gag behind his teeth and begin to pump it, swelling and ballooning until it fills his mouth before I seal it off. 

“Try to make noise, pet.” 

I see his throat work, see his chest and stomach flutter as he tries to gag and cough. 

Not a sound. Just the whisper of breath through the breathing tube. 

I smile at him, pinching his ear gently. “Good. Good.” 

I push him to lie down again. “Once I get a good night’s sleep and come back from work, we’ll put your mouth back to work.”

–

Fucking hate work. Hate the middling position the world has left me with. Hate that my value isn’t seen. 

I give my pet a few kicks in the ribs before I go to let it out. He writhes. He’s utterly silent.  

–

I’m early getting home. A package of protein sits on the porch–my pet’s food, to replenish what I ran out of a few days ago; my pet’s complete silence is a reassurance that the delivery person wouldn’t glean a single thing. 

Setting the box on the counter, I brush my hands together, and head to the bedroom.

He’s right where I left him, curled pathetically on the floor, trying to tuck his knees to his chest to protect himself. 

He winces when I touch his bicep, struggles to obey when I tell him to sit up. 

I deflate the gag. He breathes out, gags as I pull the breathing tube from his throat. Heaves in open-mouthed breaths, deeper than he’s been able to for hours. 

“What do you say, pet?”

“Th–thank you.” His voice is throaty, nasally–sore from the tube, sounding like he would when I’d use his throat. I squeeze my cock at the sound of him.

“Get into bed,” I command. 

It’s a pathetic little wriggle to get to his feet, to seat himself on the bed, to lay down so I can pull him on top of me, make him do the work to get me off. I rest my hands under my head, watching him, pleased at his struggle to rub against me without being able to use his own hands. Deserved, after my work.

I do help him, eventually. He tells me he’s grateful for it as I finger him open, as he rides me until I finish. 

He’s completely soft, but I’m sure he’s just tired. Famished. 

“You need to eat, don’t you, pet?” 

He glances at my face before nodding. 

“Ok.” 

When I get to the kitchen, I realize–I’ve been giving him a bottle, but why? He is my pet, after all. 

I mix his serving, sludgy and grainy, into a shallow bowl. An old dog dish, my dog long ran away. 

He’s sitting up in the bed when I return, glancing at the dish with a trace of confusion. 

I set it on the hardwood floor of the hallway, between my feet. 

“Come and get it, pet. Your leash is long enough.”

He stands slowly, his knees wobbling as he takes a single step before dropping to his knees and shuffling over, unable to crawl. 

He looks up at me once he’s close, the chain bouncing against the knobs of his spine, clinking against his manacles. 

“Go on.”

He kneels over the bowl, his abdomen straining and tensing to hold even his minute weight up without the help of his hands, to not fall face-first into his dinner.

“So fucking shameless,” I tell him as he sucks at the shake at my feet. It makes me flood with renewed interest in fucking him, in grinding him into the dirt. “Grubbing at my feet. Right where you belong.” 

I see him nod at the comment. 

When he slows, having to sit up to give his core a break, I shove his face back into the bowl, my hand at the back of his neck. He whimpers, but keeps drinking it up, his muscles straining and trembling like crazy. 

“Lick the bowl, pet. Don’t let anything go to waste.”

I hear him lap at the bowl, ragged inhales breaking through his licking. 

I kick him back when he’s had enough. It’s as easy as kicking a football. He’s shaking and flinching on the carpet once again, but isn’t whining about it, thankfully. 

I rinse the bowl for tomorrow, and order myself a steak.    

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[darkphoenix180]

Double Trouble appreciation post. One of the best friendship duo's ever!

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@glacierfront

tony is.... not his normal self. which, well, he'd challenge anyone to spend three months in a cave and come back normal. and that's fine, because everyone seems to expect him to be different, just not in the ways he actually is different. fortunately there's only about three people whose opinion he cares about.

and he flew. he was airborne for less than a minute, probably, but he flew. now, with what feels like the world closing in around him, he can't get that feeling out of his head.

"hey," he says to julie, when he surfaces from the workshop, because it doesn't even cross his mind not to share this with her. "hey, you want to see something cool?"

[invisibleraven]

24. “I know how strong you are.  I need you to be strong for me.”

hit me with some double trouble please?

"I don't wanna go home," Flynn sighed as they drove away from the spa.

"It was a great girls getaway," Julie agreed. "Just what I needed before this one comes along." She rubbed her distended stomach at that, smiling to herself.

"You're gonna be a great mom Julie," Flynn remarked. "And I'll be the fun aunt who spoils the kid rotten and brings them home full of ice cream."

"Rude," Julie replied, sticking her tongue out at her. "But thanks for always being my best friend."

"I told you, I'm krazy glue-there's no getting rid of me."

Julie laughed at that, glancing at the window. "Gee those storm clouds are getting worse, are we going to be able to get back in time?" She kept rubbing at her baby bump-she had a bit of indigestion and the baby wasn't happy about it. She hoped the gentle movements would soothe it and let her relax.

Flynn peered at the sky. "Dunno. We'll try, and if not we'll find someplace to pull off. Can't endanger my future godchild."

However, before long the skies opened up, making visibility next to zero, and with no end in sight, Flynn knew they weren't getting any further. "Okay, there's a rest stop up ahead, we'll head for that."

"Flynn..."

"Don't worry Jules, it's not far."

"No, Flynn, I think my water just broke."

"Oh shit."

Flynn drove to the rest stop as quickly and carefully as she could, finally pulling the car into park. "Okay... I so don't know what to do in this situation."

"I think this is a 911 situation-in which you actually call 911," Julie said through gritted teeth.

"Right," Flynn nodded, frantically dialing and talking to the operator. "Fuck."

"What's going on?" Julie asked, going through her breathing exercises as the pain just got worse.

"Road is washed out, and there's flooding, so they aren't sure when-or if-they can get to us," Flynn explained.

"That is not good," Julie replied. "And this really hurts."

"Do you need to push?"

Julie rolled her eyes at her. "I don't think I'm that far along yet. But I am also not in a position to check."

"Well let's at least get you in the backseat so we can let you lie down," Flynn said.

"I apologize to your upholstery," Julie quipped.

"Eh, it'll wash out." Flynn then grabbed her coat, tossing it over her head, coming around to help Julie out, then guiding her into the backseat. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Keep talking to me?" Julie asked, her voice small and scared. "And hold my hand."

"Always babe," Flynn said, surporessing a grimace as Julie squeezed tight. "You have any names picked out?"

"I'm not naming it Flynn before you ask," Julie gritted out.

"Well your kid would always compare themselves to me and be left wanting if you did that," Flynn said with a flick of her braids.

"Don't make me laugh," Julie said, even as she giggled. "It hurts more."

Flynn grabbed a blanket from the floor, putting it under Julie, elevating her hips a little. "That help?"

Julie blew out a breath, nodding, but Flynn could see how much pain she was in.

"Listen, I know this sucks, and it hurts, and this is not in your birth plan. But I know how strong you are. I need you to be strong for me.”

Julie squeezed even tighter at that, but Flynn could see the determination in her eyes. "My baby is not getting born in your shitty car."

"Don't talk about Tessa like that!"

"Tessa? Really?"

"After Tessa Thompson-she was a major crush during my formative years," Flynn replied. "Like you can talk, Mrs. In Love With Zac Efron."

"Troy Bolton was gorgeous!"

"That explains so much about your current partner."

"Oh shut up," Julie said before groaning. "Flynnie I'm scared."

"I know Jules. Me too."

Thankfully a few minutes later a state trooper came and knocked on their window, escorting them to the waiting ambulance, even offering to drive Flynn's car to the hospital for her, since there was no way she wasn't going with Julie.

"Can you call everyone?" Julie asked as she was wheeled into her room.

"Already activated the tree," Flynn replied, taking her place at Julie's side, grasping her hand. "He's on his way."

It was hours later that Danny was born-healthy and with a powerful set of lungs, just like his parents.

And Flynn got to be the first to hold him-promising him silently that no matter what, she would be there for him, just like she had been for his mother.

"Alright, gimme my baby," Julie said, making grabby hands.

Flynn laughed, but did as she was asked, letting the little family have a moment, sitting back to research car cleaning companies. And kick ass ice cream places-for the future.

[chillychive]

In Flying Solo, Julie is wearing a "Double Trouble" shirt when she sings to Flynn.

[secretly-art]

[image ID: a digital drawing of Julie and Flynn from the “I Got The Music” dream sequence. Both girls have their arms in the air as they sing. Julie is wearing a blue one shoulder top, a multicolored sequined hooded shrug jacket, white jeans with rhinestones on them, a lanyard with a whistle on it around her neck, a gold choker necklace, and a holographic colored jacket tied around her waist. Flynn is wearing pink crop top that has the word “Queen” written on it four times in a row, a multi colored cheetah print furry jacket, white pants with black flame motifs on them, a white belt, a pink and yellow choker necklace, silver stud earrings, and a silver hair tie. The background is a pastel pink covered in purple, green, yellow, and gray dots.]

Double Trouble got the music