#ler!cherri

[jettorii]

thinking abt how pentious would have a really silly laugh

[lextickle]

relax, would ya?

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cherrisnake ticklefic

ler! cherri & lee! sir pentious

tw: tickling, swearing, fluff

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it was late at night… 1am maybe?

cherribomb was laying upside down in a random hotel room that she stayed in since Angel convinced her to stay the night at the hotel, just to see if she’d enjoy being there.. newflash! she hated it.

cherri groaned, trying to think of something to do, then she heard a loud *BANG* from the next room over.

cherri sat up, getting off of the bed and opening the rooms door to see what the noise was.

then she heard it again, except it was like a.. power drill?

now either the wall’s were thin, or she had GREAT hearing, because apparently no one else heard it.

“the fuck..?” cherri mumbled

she shut her bedroom door, entering the hallway, following the sound which led to sir pentious’s room, of course he was the one making the noise.

cherri debated on wether or not she should enter his room, but eh, fuck it.

cherri twisted the knob on sir pentious’s door, which was surprisingly unlocked..

the second she shut his door when she walked in, a random metal gear was thrown at her head.

she ducked in time so it hit the wall, but followed along with it was an irritated yell form the snake himself.

“DAMN IT TO HELL!!” he yelled.

cherri held back a snicker at the yell, it was fucking hilarious seeing sir pentious be angry.

cherri snuck up behind sir pentious, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was screaming over.

all she could see was a fuuuucked up pile of rubbish, which was APPARENTLY supposed be some invention that failed.

sir pentious put his elbows on his desk, putting his head in his hands with a long groan.

cherri stayed quiet, scanning over the snakes body.. damn.. WAIT- NO? WHAT.

cherri shook off the dirty thought, then got another family friendly idea to fuck with pentious.

sir pentious huffed in distress, not even noticing the cyclops behind him.

cherri grinned, then wrapped her arms around the snakes waist.

sir pentious shrieked, turning his head to see who was there, to his surprise he was met with the last person he expected to see.

“o-oh! uhum.. hello.. missss bomb!!” pentious greeted.

now that he was actually noticeable to what she was doing, he blushed as he realized her arms were around his waist.

“I heard ya yellin’ from the other room, thought I’d see what you were over exaggerating about.”

cherri grinned.

pentious huffed, looking back at the destroyed invention on his desk.

“ugh.. apologies. I didn’t mean to wake you just- was frustrated i-is all.” he stared at his desk in disappoint.

cherri honestly kinda felt bad.. in a way.. deep down under her cocky self, then she finally went with her plan.

cherri slipped her hands under sir pentious’s coat, her nails met with his slimy, scales, and slim sides, which caused the snake to tense up, snickering a bit.

“whahat ohon earth are you dohoing??” pentiosu asked.

“helpin’ you relax. now hold still!” cherri demanded.

the cyclops scribbled her nails up the snakes sides, causing him to squirm as giggles slipped through his teeth.

“ch-cheherri!-“ pentious whined.

“stop squirmin’ so goddamn much! do i need to hold you down?” cherri threatened.

cherri moved her hands to the snakes tummy, scribbling her nails over it, earning a high pitched squeal from the snake, also another squirm.

“CHEHERRI!- NOHOHO!-“ pentious yelped.

“i said quit- okay yknow what?” cherri huffed.

cherri then pulled pentious back a bit, pushing him onto his bed he had made on his floor, she didn’t push him hard(surprisingly), just enough to get him down there.

cherri knelt down, sitting on the snakes tail and grabbing his wrists, putting them above his head, using her free hand to unbutton his coat, pushing it down but not off, now having access to his whole torso.

“nonono nohoho! cheherri dohont please!-“ pentious pleaded.

“beggin’ ain’t gonna get ya out of this one, old man.” cherri replied.

she then skittered her nails up and down the poor snakes tummy mercilessly.

“NOHOHO!!- CHEHERRII!!-“ pentious shrieked with laughter, giggling his heart out.

cherri couldn’t help but slightly smile at the scene before her eyes, it was honestly adorable.

but she got back to what she was doing, scratching and skittering her nails up and down the snakes tummy, slowly making her way up, going for his armpit.

“NONONONOHOHOOO!- I CAHANT!- MIHISSSS BOHOMBBEHEHAHAH!!-“ pentious cackled out.

cherri snickered to herself, moving her hands to pentious’s neck, doing the same thing there.

sir pentious nestled screamed when he felt her nails on his neck, his head tilted to the side, clamping it down against Cherri’s hand, unfortunately for him, her hand was small enough to be able to still lightly scratch at the snakes neck, which was TORTURE.

“chehehe!- cheherr!- ihihi!-“ pentious whined again.

“hm?” she answered as if she were doing nothing wrong at all.

pentious tried to respond, but the only thing that came out of f his mouth was laughter, and a snort.

“does it tickle, old man?~” cherri teased.

“dohont tehease mehehe!-“ pentious argued.

cherri removed her hand from pentious’s neck, going back to pentious’s tummy, making him squeal.

“i just gotta! i mean your just soooo ticklish I can’t resist.” cherri grinned.

pentious blushed, turning his head away as he cackled.

“SSSSHUT UHUHUP!-“ pentious yelled.

“tiiickle tickle tickle!~ kiiitchy kitchy kooooo!~” cherri continued to tease.

“CHEHERRIIIII!- STOHOHOP IHIT -“ pentious screeched

cherri snorted, moving her hands down to pentious’s tail, which made him jolt with a squeal once more.

“EEEEHAHAHHA!-“ was all the snake could get out.

his tail was probably one of his WORST spots.

“bad spot, hm? tickle tickle!~” cherri mocked.

cherri continued tickling the snake for about another 2 minutes before finally stopping, crossing her arms while still sitting on the snakes tail.

“you alright, old man?” cherri smirked with a cocked brow.

sir pentious was trying to catch his breath, then he finally spoke up.

“y-yehessss, I’m alright.. ehe..” pentious answered.

“still bugging about your shitty ass machine over there?” cherri teased.

“rude!” pentious pouted.

“you cant even argue with me on that! I mean look at that ugly fucking THING?!-“ cherri yelped.

sir pentious had flipped them both over, now leaning overtop of cherri.

“how many timesss do I need to tell you not to insult my creations! they are masterpieces some just- need some work..!” pentious defended his pride.

“oh bullshit! It looks like a pile of rubbish! it’s SHIHIT!!-“ cherri yelped at the sudden ticklish feeling on her hips.

pentious dug his claws into cherri’s hip bones.

“I’ll show you “bullssshit”.”

“NOHOHO!!- PENENTIOUS!!-“

and what a night they had.

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 17 - Raspberries

Prompts by @tickletober 💜

[fluffystuffies]

just recently got into cookie run sooo-

i believe in ticklish chin Werewolf Cookie supremecy- also these two...i love them so much-i can imagine only the softest and gentlest of comfort tickles with these two..

[stariez-artz]

Have some tickle art that I drew but never dropped

[kanene-yaaay]

Remembered now that I finished watching SK8 yesterday and I hope all of you know that I am DYING with all the characters there (except adam, rip) and I am still crazy abot that moment (if yyou know you know) when Cherry laughs and Joe has that moment of complete awe and joy at seeing him before laughing along. I will never be normal again the chemicals in my brain has been changed forever

Anyway, thinking about Langa and Reki being the mischievious, playful beans they are and having to run away from them both because They Will Be Destroyed when they're caught and then Cherry takes over tickling Langa while Joe decides to obliterate Renki with tickle.

Thinking about Cherry asking Carla to analyze Langa's level of tickliness and the best spots for him to attack while the boy is completely dying, melted, trying to curl into a defensive ball, laughing like never before while Cherry is trying very hard to not look as amused as he feels and letting out a smug grin

Thinking about Joe just full on carrying and tossing Renki around to keep him on his toes without knowing where he is going to attack next, laughing outloud with him and creating crazy challanges that the other would never say no to, only to reward or punish him with even more tickles.

Thinking about Langa trying to make the challanges too (because, for their eternal annoyement, even their tickle attacks are coordinated and in sync) and Cherry complaining that his Annoying Loud Voice is distracting his victim while Joe argues right back that at least he doesn't need a machine to tickle somone and Cherry says that he can tickle someone without Carla alright and in a blink both boys are free and those two are rolling on the floor caught in a tickle fight

Thinking about both Langa and Renki ganging up to tickle Miya and then running away from his wrath and having much more tickle fights in the future.

Anyway. Them.

[seven-thewanderer]

I was hesitating about this, but imma post this…

Wa-pow!

XD idk I just know in the little story / game-idea I had for these characters, there would be a canon off-screen tickle moment between these two, cus Doppio’s getting grumpy and Sherri’s like “I know what’ll turn that frown upside-down” and just starts tickling him

And also I don’t think I’ve actually drawn tickle art before (or at least drawn it & shared it?) so this is a first :3

[also to me this is purely sfw. I know some people see tickling in a not sfw way, but to me it’s sfw cus like. People get tickled as a kid. If it wasn’t sfw then that’s extremely worrying]

[also tickle scenes do appear in kid shows]

Idk I’m not gonna go into a rant I just wanted to post Sherri tickling Doppio

[myreygn]

tkltober day 10: Ghost

Sk8 the Infinity - ler!Kojiro, lee!Kaoru

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His breathing was the only noise around. Every rustle of his clothes echoed back at him and Kojiro felt a cold shiver run down his spine - no wonder Kaoru was such a jackass, living all alone in this huge house would drive anyone insane. Good thing he had Carla, although Carla was not as loyal of a companion as he probably thought her to be. Her master would be home soon and the AI wouldnʼt say a single word about the intrusion. Kojiro smirked. Giving him the password to order Carla around was the biggest mistake Kaoru had ever made in his entire life.

The rattling of the key in the door was the only warning he got before the robotic voice started booming through the hallway. “Welcome home, master.”

“How are things going?”

God, he sounded so smug. He knew exactly how much of a pain he had been today and he was relishing it.

“Everything is as usual, Master.”

If Kojiro couldʼve snickered without immediately giving his location away, he would have. That would change in a minute.

He waited patiently until Kaoru had taken off his shoes and walked past the niche he was hiding in before he turned off the lights. Kaoru stood still immediately and in the dimmed light falling through the windows, Kojiro could see him tilt his head up to look at the ceiling. “Carla, turn the light back on.”

As soon as the lights were back on and Kaoru had went on into the kitchen, Kojiro snuck down the hallway and turned off the light once more before hiding in between Kaoruʼs fancy coats.

“Carla! The lights!” Kaoru sounded irritated. Time for the next step. When Kojiro loudly opened and closed the storage room door across from him, the kitchen went dead silent for a moment. Jackpot.

“Carla, whoʼs in here?” There was now a slight edge to Kaoruʼs voice and Kojiro felt a giddy excitement bubble in his chest when the AI confirmed that there was indeed no one here. Heh. He was like a ghost. Or a ninja. A ninja-ghost!

Footsteps approached the hallway and Kojiro grinned at the sound of Kaoru angrily muttering under his breath. “Damn computer… what the hell… that's what I need, a fucking haunted house!” The perfect cue.

“Boo.”

Kaoru screamed and nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping around to him. “Kojiro- hehehey!”

“Surprise.” Kojiro smirked, wrapping his arms around Kaoru even tighter and wiggling his fingers into his sides. “You didnʼt really think I would just let you off after you got on my nerves all day, hm?”

“I- ghahaha, hohow dihihid yohou-” Kaoru squealed and doubled over, but there was no escaping the tickling. “Gehehet ohoff of mehehehe yohou stuhupid mohohonkey!”

“Carla let me in.” He squeezed his friendʼs hips, just to hear him squeal. “Itʼs two against one here, so if I were you Iʼd watch my tone. The only thing I wanna hear from you is Sorry.”

“Oh screhehew- GHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHERE! MOHOTHERFUHUHU-”

“Nope, thatʼs not the word.” Kojiro chuckled softly as he squeezed Kaoruʼs thigh with one hand while holding him upright with the other. Knowing Kaoru, theyʼd be here for a while.

[lextickle]

A SILLY DISCOVERY!!

cherrisnake fanfic!!

tw: tickling, light swearing

ler!cherri & lee!sirpentious

please enjoy!

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it was a boring day at the hazbin hotel, cherri was visiting and since angel was too busy flirting with husk.. she decided why not go annoy pentious? that’ll be fun

cherri made her way to the hotel lobby where surprisingly only sir pentious was(along with keekee on his lap), cherri walked over and poked sir pentious’s side to get his attention, only for sir pentious to jump and quickly look behind at cherri, the jump making keekee get off his lap and walk off

“o-oh! hello misss bo-bomb.!” - he said nervously, trying to switch subjects

cherri smirked and walked around the couch, infront of sir pentious, cocking her head to the side and putting her hand on her hip

“what was that?” - she smirked, teasing sir pentious about the jump he did.

“I- I don’t know what your talking about..” - he smiled awkwardly

“ya jumped when I poked ya.” - she pointed out the obvious

“y-you ssstartled me! th-that’s all..” - he said, hoping she believed it.

but ofc, cherri isnt stupid. she walked closer to sir pentious, standing right infront of him, her legs touching his tail

“so, if I do it again, ya won’t flinch?” - she grinned slightly, then leaned forward and poked his side again

“pfft- ch-cherri-!” - he let out a small snicker, biting his lip

“ohoho! are ya ticklish, old man?” - she grinned, teasing him once more

“what?! no! ofc not! that’s preposterous!” - he snapped back at cherri, clearly panicking

“then why are ya so anxious all of a sudden?” - she replied

sir pentious didn’t know how to reply.. so instead, he quickly jumped off the couch and slithered away as fast as he could

cherri watched him run off than quickly ran after him

“aye! I ain’t done with you, coward!” - she snickered

sir pentious didn’t reply, he slithered quickly up the stairs and took a sharp turn down a random hallway, not really thinking

cherri followed along, it was kinda hard to catch up since he was a snake.. but luckily the hallway had a dead end

sir pentious quickly stopped before he hit the wall, then slowly turn to see cherri at the other end

“ch-cherri- w-we can talk about thisss!” - he sounded panicked, putting his hands on the wall

cherri slowly got closer and closer till she was right infront of him

“sure you can talk!” - she put her hands to his sides

“I’ll tickle.” - she grinned before her fingers started dancing on his sides

“cheheherri!- wahahahaait!-“ - he began snickering, but surprisingly not falling into a fit of laughter yet.

“damn.. for someone who’s “not ticklish” ya sure are giggly!” - she smirked

“dohont tehehease mehe- KYAHAHAHAHHA!!-“

sir pentious then bursted into a fit of laughter when cherri moved her hands to his stomach, causing his back to arch

“hoholy shit!- ya really are ticklish huh?”

“IHIHI AHHAM NOHOT!-“

despite his fit of laughter, he still denied it.

“hm, then I guess I’ll just have to keep goin!”

cherri’s hands slid down to his hip’s, causing him to hiss, but also squeal

“CHEHERRI!- KYAKAKAHAHAHA-“

his laugh was certainly not the normal type.. though cherri found it amusing

“hah! nice laugh ya got there, snickers!” - she mocked him

“DOHONT CALL ME THAHAHAT!-“ - he tried to argue, but his clap back formed into giggles

“what? snickers? whadda bout, giggles? or.. cackles?” - she kept listing off laughing related nicknames just to piss him off.

“NOHOHONE!- CHEHEHERRIIII PLEHEHEASE!-“ - he pleaded, not exactly telling her to get off

“hmm, let’s see.. what other places could ya be ticklish in..”

she took her hands off of him for a second to think

“I- Ihihim nohot tic- KYAKAHAHA!-“

sir pentious hissed and squeaked both at once as cherris hands met his snake tail, which was oddly sensitive.

“what were ya saying, snickers?” - she teased

“STAHAH- STAHAP CALLING ME THAHAHAT- SHIHIHIHIT-“ - he was practically loosing his shit.

“awhh but it’s fun! don’t ya think?” - she tilted her head to the side, acting innocent

“SHUHUSH- KYAKAAHAHA!-“ - he cocked his head back

“oh calm down I ain’t killin ya” - she rolled her eyes playfully at his “dramatic” act

“YOHOHOU AHAHAREE!-“ - his eyes welted up with tears form laughing to hard.

“well ya sure aren’t stoppin me, it’s almost like your enjoying this~” - she teased him once more, which just added onto the whole situation

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!-“ - he didn’t deny it..

cherri smirked then after a few more minutes, she let go, giving him a chance to breathe

“hah.. eugh.. ugh.. y-your.. evil.!” - he fell down to the floor, just sitting there

“I try my hardest!~” - she smirked down at him

sir pentious blushed slightly, looking away to avoid eye contact with cherri.

cherri noticed but didn’t comment on it, after a moment of sir pentious being non verbal.. Cherri felt the slightest bit of concern, though she’d never admit it.

cherri knelt down to where sir pentious was and tapped on his shoulder

“are ya dead?” - she raised her eyebrow

“phisically? yess. mentally? no.” - he answered dramatically

“pfft- drama queen.” - she snickered

“oh silence you!” - he rolled his eyes, laying on the floor

cherri sat down beside sir pentious, and out of curiosity she reached over and placed her hand on the inside of his hood, causing him to jump up and hit her hand out of reflex

“woah- bad spot, huh?” - she smirked at his reaction

sir pentious blushed again, and glared at her

“n-no! I just- dohont want you touching me ahat the moment.” - he came up with a lame excuse

cherri scoffed, then crawled a bit closer to him

“why are ya already giggling? I haven’t touched ya!” - she pointed out the obvious

“I just- uh- I-Iss it hohot in here?? hah..” - he tried changing subjects, blushing even more

“we’re in hell dumbass, it’s gonna be hot.” - she rolled her eyes, not fazed by his sorry ass excuses

cherri then grabbed sir pentious’s wrist and yanked him closer, just making him even more flustered and/or nervous

“ch-cherri?- whahat are you-“ - he was cut off by the sound of his own laughter when he felt her start to scribble her fingers on his hood

“dahaammn.. your hood thing is sensitive as shit!” - she snickered

“STAAHAHAP!- CHEHEHERRI PLEHEHEASSSSE I CAHAHNT-“ - his tail squirmed around and his eyes watered up again

“chill out it’s just tickling! dramatic much?” - she teased, knowing she was driving him insane

cherri’s hand slid down to pentious’s armpit which made him squeal in the highest pitch he could, bursting into loud laughter

“WHAHAHAIT!- KYAKAKAHAHA!-“ - tears rolled down his rosey red cheeks

“wait? for what? hm?” - she lifted her chin and raised her eyebrow while smirking

cherri then slider her hand up and lightly rubs the crook of pentious’s neck

“NOHOT THEHEHERE!- WAHAHAIT-! KYAKAKAHAH!-“ - he squirmed again

“yeah.. I thought this would get ya goin”

she then scrambled her fingers on his neck, her free hands fingers began tracing up and down his tail, making him begin basically wheezing

after about 2 more minutes she finally stopped for good, sitting beside him, watching him recover

“hah- hehe.. huh.. that- wasn’t.. terrible..” - he was panting repeatedly, looking at the floor while blushing like hell

“oh yeah? ya into that shit?” - she raised her eyebrow and snickered

“what- n-no!!” - his head snapped towards cherri and his blush got brighter by the second

cherri put her hands up

“cahalm down! I’m just fuckin with ya!” - she laughed at him

“yohou shohould see yahah fahace!” - she fell over and kicked her feet while laughing

“it- it isn’t funny!” - he yelled in embarrassment

“ya were sure as hell laughing a second ago!” - she teased

“shut up!” - he covered his face

“hah.. what a silly discovery..” - she shook her head and snickered

(Sorry if it’s bad, this is my first fan fic😰😰)

[hhblizzad]

Hmmm fic?

[stariez-artz]

Hey! I love your work! If you’re still accepting requests, can I ask for lee Pentious, ler Cherri?

“Nice laugh!”

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

ITS JAPANESE CHERRY BLOSSOM!!

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Do you think Onceler is the one kid who doses himself with perfume because he smells funky

(I mean if you look at his house)

Technically he's the reason why Scott cleans so much

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[strawmyberry]

hi strawberry!! hope ur having a good day!! i absolutely loved ur headcanons for the main 4! they are soo cute i literally re-read them all the time 😭💗💗 do you by chance have any headcanons for butters?? <3

AAAA!!! more headcannons!!! makes my heart happy!!

cute little fun fact about me before we start- im a very indecisive person! basically meaning ive never really been able to choose a favorite character in South Park- i have way too many-

but i LOVE butters with all my heart! he’s a little guy and i wanna squish his cheeks! so of COURSE i have headcannons for him!! thank you for the ask toast <3

i hope you guys like them!

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

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Butters!

HE’S SO TICKLISH

i am so certain he is just a ball of ticklishness!

i don’t know if he’s more ticklish than kyle though!

if anything- i think they’re tied!

has the cutest laugh ever ever ever!

his laugh 100% causes cuteness aggression

(i think someone intends to tickle him for only a minute- they hear his laugh- and they literally cannot stop. HE’S TOO CUTE!)

he’s a wiggly worm!

he leans into being tickled by accident- little silly guy <33

(he’ll lean one way to avoid it just to lean into the other side by accident!)

HE HAS A TICKLISH TUMMY!

im so normal about this you guys!!!!

(butters is a human version of the pillsbury dough boy!!!)

his worst spot is his stomach!! but his armpits are pretty bad too!

HE ALSO HAS TICKLISH HANDS

like- they’re not superrrrr ticklish- but they’re ticklish!!

he learned to do his own nails for that exact reason!

(yes!!! butters likes to have painted nails sometimes!!! let him have it!!!)

he has a little hello kitty sticker on his index nail! he’s classy! he’s stylish! he’s chic!

he really likes being tickled!!

(he’s touch starved :((( )

i think he could ask to be tickled for the longest time

could being past tense!!! because- poor little guy figured out that not everyone likes being tickled!

he totally thought everyone liked it as much as he did

( [f]artman burst that bubble real quick :( )

so now he’s a little bit more shy about it!

but there are certain people that are already well aware- so they give him his fill to cheer him up <3

he makes a lot of noises- squeals, squeaks, hiccups, you name it!!

gah he is SO CUTE :(((

teasing is SO effective he can’t handle it

if you wiggle your fingers at him it’s over!!!

he already starts giggling!!

(and i means GIGGLING giggling! you’re practically already tickling him!)

he curls up like a little hedgehog!!

i also imagine he cries when he laughs too hard- and it makes his lers feel SO BAD because they think he’s actually crying

he somehow becomes even more southern when getting tickled

his faint little twang gets amplified by a billion!!

HE COVERS HIS FACE WHEN HE LAUGHS!!!

i hate to say it- but i feel like mr. stotch (i hate him >:( ) has made butters practically hate his own laugh

he apologizes sometimes while laughing :(((

BUT HIS LERS ARE SO DEDICATED TO MAKE SURE HE KNOWS HOW CUTE HIS LAUGH IS

he takes teases SO literally!!

“awww, does that tickle?” “yehehehes!!! a lohohot!!”

(i always think back to wendy’s “are you just an asshole?” line!!! this HAS to be canon!!)

raspberries are SO bad for him!

and the poor thing falls for it every! time!

“hey, you know what my favorite fruit is?” “ohohoh chrihihistmas- i knohohow yohou’ve tohohold me behehefore!! im sohohorry-i dohont rehehemember! …ahahapples?”

he is also very aware that tickling is the first resort when i comes to getting him to do something

“no! i won’t! ….oh hamburgers- you’re gonna tickle me, aren’t ya’? please don’t! im sorry fellas, really-!”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU GUYS :(((

and he’s such a sweet ler too!!

that’s not to say he doesn’t go all out- he definitely does!!!

but he constantly checks in! makes sure he isn’t crossing any boundaries!

surprisingly, he’s super duper teasy

“Awww! You’re just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen!” (thing pronounced thang!!! southern bell!!)

tickles are always his go to for anything

(sometimes he looks for excuses to tickle people- just to hear their laughs!!)

he randomly pokes at people! just for funnzies!

especially Kenny- poor Kenny gets poked way too much

(butters totally does the thing where he pokes and quickly looks away, as if he isn’t the only one standing next to kenny who could’ve done it)

he has a BLAST- whether he’s a Lee or a Ler!!!

hes such a good sport about it he’s so sweet :((

“that was fun!!!”

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

Professor Chaos!

oh no!!! who’s this evil, totally unrelated, fiend who’s invaded my butters headcannons??

well- i guess since he’s here! we might as well!

very ticklish!!! it really works against him!

he has a little maniacal laugh that he tries to keep up while being tickled

(but that only works for like- 5 minutes! then he’s all giggles and squeals!)

his minions tickle him from time to time!!

of course- completely on accident!

(or maybe those hamsters ARE evil?!)

but he just giggles a little, catches them, and puts them back in their little balls!

getting captured by Racoon & Friends/Freedom Pals is very common!

he tries to act all macho and evil

(it never works!! doesn’t even last five seconds!)

it’s the same song and dance every single time!

“mwhahaha! you really think you can get me, Professor Chaos, to tell you where I’m conducting my next evil scheme? you are wrong!” “…” “oh! u-uh- you think you can resort to c-childish antics, huh? w-well! i-im not ticklish! s-so, yeah!!”

hes very dedicated to his character!!

he does this little silly thing where…sometimes…he forgets what info he’s supposed to confess

sometimes he gets lucky! (mysterion or toolshed quickly whisper in his ear what hes supposed to say- and he goes along with it!)

but sometimes…he gets stuck with Racoon & Friends

(they don’t care if he can remember or not- they just tickle him until he remembers again)

BUT HE ALWAYS GETS THEM BACK!

this evil evil guy is the most evil evil ler in South Park!!

(ooooooo! scary!)

professor chaos’ super evil super effective interrogation!

(he calls it “Interronation”!)

wether it’s because he physically can’t pronounce it or that he’s just clueless is for you to decide! it’s both!

tickling is his only resort. if it doesn’t work?

…well- that’s never happened before- so he doesn’t have a backup plan!

but he goes ALL OUT

he has feathers, he has hairbrushes, he has a pair of The Racoon’s claws (he stole them >:D) anything that you think could be used to tickle a person- HE HAS IT!

he keeps it all in a little teal lunchbox (it has cute little stars!!!) that he got from his mom

(sure, he doesn’t use it for lunch, but it’s getting used!!)

but strawberry!! isnt it impractical to have to carry around a lunchbox?

yes! yes it is!

that’s why he also has a cute little tool belt with little slots to put everything in!

it’s made out of tinfoil! (he made it himself <3)

and he has spares in the back of his closet!! jusssst in case!

he teases a BUNCH

“i think someone’s gonna have to give up soon…you seem really ticklish here…”

he says the word “tickle” and all its many variations millions and billions of times

mostly because it’s super effective!!

(but also because he thinks it’s a fun word to say!!)

he also sings a little while he does- he’s silly!!

“🎶 i think someone’s ticklish! 🎶”

he makes every single time a new experience

(like, he starts every time brand new- as if he’s “discovering” each spot for the first time all over again!)

but, despite the fact that he’s an evil evil guy (ive mentioned he’s evil right?) he’s still super sweet

he stops every now and then, does a quick check in!

thats some of the only times you’ll see him break character- it’s so cute

“…ya’ good, Kenny?” “whahat?” “are you okay? can ya’ breathe-? do ya’ need water?” “…uhuh…nohoho?” “and what about here? is it okay that im tickling you here?” “uh…yehehah?” “oh! oh goodie! …round two!”

and he has waters on hand!! he buys the jumbo packs!

(you know? the little mini water bottles with the little motivational quotes on them? those little ones!)

the little evil guy doesn’t really have the heart to hurt anyone- he just likes hearing his friends laugh!!!

deep down he knows they’re gonna get him back a million times worse but it’s all in good fun! so he doesn’t mind!

all is fair in love and superhero civil war!

[cutesmokes]

Don't let the Anticipation get the better of yall~ 

Cw: mentions of a kn!fe, cursing 

Cherry is in deep trouble now. She’s always been particularly rude. A woman with edges and no time for nonsense. It kept people at a good distance and she liked it that way. Anyone who had common sense, however. Traffic light never could read the room properly and always had what the others would call “bad timing.'' It was on one of these occasions that she had snapped at the soldier. Cylinder tried to help him understand that it wasn't his fault and that he didn't need to do anything extreme, but Traffic light just shook his head. Hurting the woman was the last thing on his mind.     

Day 1: anticipation

Cherry sat back in her chair, her arms folded neatly on her desk. She never had been the patient type. Her sister had hundreds of examples from memories she had compiled while in their youth and had no problem bringing them up in passing conversation, but for the love of God- they had been here for nearly two hours and had gotten nearly nothing done. Camera and Cylinder were babbling about the upcoming marketing scheme known as “Halloween”, informing Traffic light about what the day was all about and common traditions. As far as cherry was concerned, it was all hogwash. She cleared her throat giving them yet another reminder that they were on a schedule. With a few more giggles and a firm head nod from the soldier they were back on track. The meeting was going smoother now as they discussed where and each challenge of the show would be hosted, not to mention a smarter prize. Even before checking with the bank, Cherry knew that neither she, nor Cylinder had the funds to support the young host’s extravagant plan. It wasn't long, however, before the chaos renewed. It started with cylinder looking out the window, distracted by the falling leaves, dancing gracefully to the concrete sidewalk, then it was the mention of candy. Traffic light had brought it up as innocently as a soldier in his situation could, offering it for a prize, but it only made the boy bounce, camera giggled like a child, hopping on the bandwagon. Cherry ran her fingers through her fiery red hair. She was on her last straw. She didn't even know why she tried so hard. Cylinder was the one who wanted to do this whole competition thing and had hired her as supervisor. Meanwhile, Traffic light had noticed the change in her demeanor and made the mistake of asking her if she was okay. She practically blew her top. 

“Do I LOOK ok?! All of you REFUSE to stay on track! I don't even know why we’re here! All of you and I mean all of you are too focused on the stupid children's field day that really means nothing to anyone else! This meeting is over. Obviously. I'm going home and sorting through the documents so that you children can squabble like teenagers.” 

After gathering the papers within a beat up brown case, she stomped out the door, slamming it a little harder than she meant to. After she was gone, cylinder turned to the soldier who stood silent, an unreadable frown on his face. His prosthetic soothed gently over one of his lower arms.

“Don't feel bad. You didn't do anything. She's never been very patient.” 

Traffic light only shook his head, letting his own fingers comb through the curls on the smaller boy’s head. He wasn't worried. He knew how to get through to her. 

Later that night, the woman still sat silently at her dining room table. She didn't have to look at the clock to tell it was late, her head was beginning to hurt and her eyes felt droopy but the every growing stack of papers still stood tall and she was the only one to get it done. Suddenly a crash jolted her awake, something had broken through the window. In one fluid motion, she grabbed a knife and ran to hide, knowing there was no safe way to escape with the intruder so close to her door. Her eyes widened, heart pounding in her throat as his voice rang out, far too familiar.

“Cherry? I know your home. I just want to talk.”  

Shit. Shit, shit, Shit-  he was probably mad- she was gonna apologize! She knew she had been too hard on the trio but it just slipped out. With every whisper, Cherry's hand clutched the knife tighter, the other clamping tightly over her mouth to try and muffle her shuddering breath.She knew she shouldn’t have trusted him. She never did, never could. He was too uncanny to be normal. Cylinder was lucky he wasn’t dead. The footsteps stopped just in front of the table she had dove under, the red light from his eyes scanning the area. She readies her knife, knowing he would find her. Just as she was ready to lunge, however. The light cut. The air went still as the only light that illuminated the room was the swaying lamp that hung over her table. She could hear her heart as its beats shook her frame. 

His glowing eyes met her dark teal ones, shiny with tears. Before she could scream, he pulled her out from her hiding place, gently ripping the knife from her tiny finger and placing it into the holder that sat on the counter. His eyes seemed so calm as he held her in his hands. Cherry shook violently, shielding her face with her hands.

“I'm sorry- I don't know why i said those things- i didn't mean i - i-I promise im so sorry. I'll never say anything bad about you or the others again, please just dont hurt me.”    

The soldier only cooed tenderly. One finger brought down her hands while the other ran along her cheek, drying the tears that had begun to form.

“Why would I hurt you? You are close to cylinder so thats good enough for me.” 

The woman sniffled, looking up at the man who towered over her, her eyes wide and bright, her anger almost peeking through her horror.

“What do you want, then..?” 

Traffic light’s cool smile turned to more of a menacing smirk. His free hands rose above her, shaping themselves into claws. 

“For you to calm down and relax a little. You need it.”

The fingers began to wriggle over her abdomen, slow and steady, taunting. Fuck. Cherry could already feel how her lips twitched upwards. Despite her anger, she could never win at this stupid game. The fear of not knowing, the fingers being just out of reach, practically fried her nerves. Her head whipped to the side, eyes shut tight as her hands grabbed her ponytail, burying her nose onto it, the scent of her shampoo and coffee scented hairspray filling her senses. Traffic light hummed softly, head tilting to the side to get a better view of her face.

“You're smiling still, Cherry~.” 

He teased gently, his nails twirling with the loose fabric of her shirt, completely avoiding her body on purpose. The woman in his hold jumped, a muffled yelp escaping her mouth as she blindly batted at his hands. 

“n-No the fuck im nAH-! Mmph!!”

She nearly screamed when the nails finally made contact, soft scratching at her ribs was all it was. She had survived worse- why was it so unbearable now? She jumped as the electric butterflies swarmed her system. All she knew was that she was not going to survive….           

  Oh lord. Can yall tell I'm excited? I went a little overboard but I hope y'all enjoy~! This fic will be continued during the days of tickletober, the real question is when~.              

[interlagosgrl]

🎃 kinktober - day five: breath play com agustín pardella.

— aviso: um pouco de age kink, enforcamento, sexo desprotegido, agustín!dom, creampie.

— word count: 2,5k.

— nota: um smut bem lana del rey coded. aconselho ouvirem cherry e cola da diva ao ler essa putariazinha <3.

seus olhos brilhavam de pura luxúria por detrás dos olhos em formato de coração. as botas estilo cowgirl brincavam com o chão terroso do local em que se encontrava. sua amiga divagava sobre um assunto que há muito você havia já não sabia do que se tratava. seu foco estava todo nele.

o motoqueiro bonito escorado na Harley-Davidson vintage era de tirar o fôlego. tinha cabelos cacheados, usava uma regata branca que exibia todos os músculos que realmente importavam e os braços e ombros eram ornados de tatuagens com traços grosseiros. segurava uma garrafa de cerveja e sorria brincalhão com os amigos mal-encarados. a jaqueta de couro jogada sobre o banco da moto exibia um bordado ostensivo de rosas vermelhas e caveiras assustadoras, além de algo escrito, que você presumiu ser o nome dele. como queria chegar perto para ler...

tinha aceitado sem maiores hesitações quando a sua amiga a convidara para o encontro anual de motos de Buenos Aires. o evento era em um grande terreno baldio onde diversos motoqueiros exibiam os seus modelos distintos de motocicletas. haviam stands e mais stands de cervejarias e alguns show de rock de bandas locais. e claro, muito homens gostosos.

alguns deles tinham idade suficiente para ser o seu pai, mas você não se importava. era aquilo que os deixava mais interessante, para falar a verdade. os homens mais velhos tratavam mulheres com muito mais devoção do que os garotos mais novos. nos anos anteriores, a maioria das suas cervejas tinham sido pagas por eles. e no final, você sempre ganhava uma carona para casa.

"para quem você está olhando?" sua amiga quis saber quando percebeu que falava sozinha pelos últimos minutos. você mostrou o anjinho de cabelos cacheados. "que gato. por que a gente não vai conhecê-lo? ele tem um amigo bem gostosinho..."

você não se opôs. estava um pouco altinha e a coragem líquida que corria por suas veias fazia aquela ideia parecer maravilhosa. deixou que uma risada arteira escapasse os seus lábios enquanto a amiga lhe puxava entre motocicletas e motoqueiros.

ajeitou a mini saia jeans e o top pequeno que usava. ao passo que se aproximava do motoqueiro de olhos bonitos e cabelos cacheados, os seus olhares se encontraram. ele observou atentamente enquanto você se aproximava, não ousando desviar o olhar. abriu um sorriso que fez as suas pernas tremerem, mas continuou a desfilar como se ele não o afetasse.

"oi... eu e a minha amiga queríamos saber qual é o modelo da moto de vocês." a sua amiga falou, abrindo um sorriso para o amigo que acompanhava o seu alvo. "a gente é doida pra comprar uma moto, sabia?"

enquanto o homem grande e barbudo saía com sua amiga para mostrar a sua moto, você permaneceu onde estava. o homem te olhava com olhos curiosos, embora o sorriso que exibia fosse tranquilo. você se aproximou, timidamente, puxando os óculos escuros para cima da sua cabeça. suas mãos percorreram o guidão metálico antes que tomasse coragem para falar.

"então, qual modelo é a sua?"

"é uma Harley-Davidson Fat Boy 2001." ele disse e você concordou como se estivesse realmente interessada naquela bobagem. prestou mais atenção na voz gostosa e roufenha que a fizera arrepiar do que na mensagem em si.

"ela é muito bonita." você se aproximou um pouquinho mais. suas mãos pousaram no tanque de gasolina enquanto você mantinha seus olhos fixos no dele. ele tinha um cheirinho de cigarro e perfume amadeirado. "é boa de pilotar?"

"muito boa." ele deslizou pelo assento para que pudesse ficar mais próximo de você. "você sabe pilotar?"

um sorriso tímido pintou os seus lábios. não conseguia mentir, então fez que não com a cabeça. sentia-se boba por ser pega em sua mentira, mas ele não parecia se importar.

"eu posso te ensinar." ele ofereceu, um tom solícito escapando dos lábios.

"sério?" seus olhos saltaram das órbitas, ansiosos. "eu adoraria!"

"então sobe." ele deixou dois tapinhas no banco de couro. você encarou como se ele fosse louco, mas ele manteve o rosto sério.

"eu nem sei o seu nome... e se você me sequestrar?"

ele deixou uma gargalhada escapar dos lábios. você sorriu. ele tinha uma risada tão gostosa que você o faria rir durante o dia todo se fosse capaz.

"meu nome é Agustín." Agustín. soaria tão bonito quando você gemesse. "eu não vou te sequestrar, embora me sinta muito tentado. vai subir ou não?"

ele estendeu a mão direita para você e então, você soube que ele estava falando a verdade. deu de ombros, passando por ele para que pudesse subir no estofado de couro. antes, pegou a jaqueta de couro disposta sobre o assento e a vestiu. exibia "Pardella" bordado em letras bonitas. não se importou da saia ter subido alguns centímetros quando você se sentou. com sorte, ele teria visto a calcinha preta que você usava e quisesse lhe ensinar como pilotar ele.

o motoqueiro subiu na moto em seguida, logo atrás de você. você se sentia pequena entre os braços dele, os corpos tão colados que era capaz sentir os batimentos cardíacos dele nas suas costas.

as mãos dele pegaram as suas com gentileza. primeiro, ele colocou as suas mãos sobre o guidão esquerdo e fez você apertar uma das alavancas. "aqui fica a embreagem." ao colocar a sua mão do lado direito, ele explicou que ali estavam o acelerador e o freio da frente. além disso, explicou o que cada pedal significava. prometeu que te ajudaria com o mais difícil, mas deixaria todo o resto por sua conta.

as mãos dele permaneceram no guidão, junto das suas. ele assumiu a posição nos pedais e você ficou responsável por acelerar e frear. quando Agustín permitiu que você desse partida, você acelerou a moto timidamente dentre as diversas fileiras de motocicletas.

o vento correu pelos seus cabelos. só percebeu que não usava um capacete quando já pilotava há bons minutos. embora estivesse desprotegida, não sentia-se em perigo. os braços que a envolviam mantinham o seu corpo estável e seguro. ele a encorajava a medida que vocês avançavam, sussurrando "boa garota" vez ou outra rente a sua audição.

seu coração palpitava descontroladamente dentro da sua caixa torácica. as mãos estavam suadas e um arrepio corria por toda a coluna. o sorriso de satisfação não deixava os seus lábios. adrenalina pura corria pelas suas veias enquanto você acelerava ainda mais, deixando o evento para trás à toda velocidade.

adentraram a profundeza do terreno baldio, as luzes se tornando mais distantes à medida que avançavam. Agustín pediu para que você freasse e você o obedeceu. "agora você vai virar de frente para mim." ele ordenou. você não ousou desobedecer, girando o seu corpo para trás e acomodando as pernas sobre as coxas grossas dele.

apesar da meia-luz, conseguia ver a feição de satisfação do homem. gostou do jeito em que você o obedeceu tão facilmente. gostou ainda mais de ver os seus mamilos rijos através da camiseta fina. você não estava usando sutiã e depois de toda aquela adrenalina, seu corpo dava sinais de excitação.

Agustín não fez nada além de voltar a pilotar a moto, arrancando com uma velocidade assustadora. você prendeu as pernas ao redor dele e segurou os ombros alheios com força para se equilibrar. ele ainda mantinha os olhos nos seus e sorriu como se aquilo fosse muito divertido.

você o mirou. viu todo o evento atrás dele com suas luzes exuberantes e com a música alta. acima de vocês, as estrelas brilhavam com mais intensidade uma vez que estavam longe de toda a poluição visual da festa.

ao se certificar de que suas pernas estavam presas o suficiente, você inclinou o corpo para trás, deixando que a coluna tomasse a curvatura perfeita para que pudesse se encaixar no tanque de gasolina. sua cabeça descansou no guidão, à poucos centímetros das mãos bonitas de Agustín. você mirou o céu acima de vocês e abriu um sorriso, erguendo as suas mãos para cima.

Pardella assistiu tudo como se acontecesse em câmera lenta. a parte de baixo dos seus seios escapavam da camiseta pequena, deixando pouco para a imaginação. suas coxas o prendiam com força, causando uma bagunça dentro do jeans que ele usava. seu sorriso arrepiava os cabelos da nuca dele. suas mãos delicadas o faziam pensar em como elas ficariam bonitas segurando o pau dele.

deixou que você aproveitasse daquela sensação por alguns minutos até que decidiu estacionar a moto debaixo de um olmo volumoso. você já estava sentada novamente com um sorriso bonito nos lábios.

"o que você vai me ensinar agora?" você perguntou, se aproximando ainda mais. sentou-se no colo do homem sem pudor algum, sorrindo ao sentir a ereção dele roçar a sua coxa.

"posso te ensinar muitas coisas." Agustín abraçou a sua cintura com força, deixando que os lábios encontrassem o seu caminho até o seu pescoço. "todas elas envolvem você sem roupa."

"que sorte a minha." o tom manhoso dançou na ponta da língua. os lábios dele eram cálidos e gentis, embora as mãos fossem grosseiras e rudes. deixou que ele a apertasse, que a puxasse para mais perto dele, que fizesse o seu sexo roçar contra a ereção, como se você fosse uma boneca de pano. "faz o que quiser comigo, Agustín. eu deixo."

ele riu, como se não precisasse da sua autorização para ter você ao dispor dele. os dedos ligeiros subiram pela lateral do corpo até chegar na camiseta curta que você usava, a puxando para cima para que os seios ficassem expostos. Agustín suspirou baixinho ao vê-los, descendo os lábios até o mamilo esquerdo. o sugou com força, antes de mordê-lo levemente. você gemeu baixinho, rebolando o quadril conforme ele guiava.

o interior das suas coxas estavam queimando de calor e a calcinha já se embolava em uma bagunça úmida. o seu corpo arqueava a medida que ele lhe dava tanto carinho. suas pernas ainda envolviam a cintura dele com força.

a boca deslizou para o mamilo direito, o sugando com mais força que o anterior. um gemido baixo escapou dos seus lábios, o que serviu como estímulo para que ele fizesse de novo. e de novo, e de novo... até que você não aguentasse esperar por um contato maior.

"Agustín, por favor..." você gemeu baixinho, roçando a sua intimidade contra o sexo dele mais uma vez. um rosnado baixo escapou dos lábios dele enquanto as mãos foram até o botão da calça, o desabotoando. desceu o zíper da braguilha e puxou o pau ereto para fora da peça de roupa apertada.

seus olhos brilharam ao vê-lo. mesmo com a falta de luz, conseguia ver como era grosso. a cabecinha era rosada, bem desenhada, arrebitada. o membro era levemente curvo para direita, o que fez você sorrir. não era tão grande como era grosso, mas a largura compensava o comprimento.

Agustín rasgou a sua calcinha de renda com uma facilidade admirável. não queria nenhuma peça de roupa entre ou ao redor dele quando ele estivesse metendo em você. a cabecinha roçou dentre seus lábios, circulando no seu clitóris antes de voltar para a sua entrada. o argentino empurrou tudo de uma vez, não se importando com os gemidos altos que saíam da sua boca. suas unhas se afundaram nos braços dele devido a dor repentina de ter sido invadida, mas não ousou reclamar. mordeu o lábio inferior enquanto a sensação de formigamento se dissipava.

apreciando a sua obediência mais uma vez, ele começou a movimentar o seu quadril com as mãos. deixou que você quicasse e rebolasse no colo dele, enquanto ele focava em equilibrar a moto para que vocês dois não caíssem. você ficou mais vocal com o passar do tempo, gemendo alto e xingando obscenidades enquanto rebolava no pau dele com muita vontade.

"shh... você fica mais bonitinha calada." Agustín ordenou, tampando a sua boca com uma das mãos grosseiras. você sentiu o cheiro de nicotina entre os dedos, fechando os olhos para aproveitar aquela essência enquanto ele puxava o seu quadril com força. os barulhos de pelve se chocando era a única coisa restante. ele não era muito de gemer.

a mão deixou a sua boca quando confiou de que você ficaria calada, mas como que para se certificar, tomaram o seu pescoço em um aperto forte, roubando o ar dos seus pulmões. sua cabeça latejava e rodopiava, sentindo a falta do oxigênio afetar os seus sentidos lentamente.

estranhamente, aquilo era um ótimo estímulo junto do prazer que lhe era dado. seu corpo ficava entrava em estado de fuga e luta. desesperada para empurrar Agustín de si, para que pudesse respirar novamente, enquanto não queria que ele se retirasse do meio das suas pernas. que continuasse empurrando a sua cintura para frente e para trás, empurrando o membro desajeitadamente grosso entre seu canal apertado.

quando ele percebeu o sangue esvaindo das suas bochechas e os seus olhos se encherem de lágrimas, desesperados por um pouco de oxigênio, ele a largou. a marca dos dedos continuava ali, avermelhada, exibindo vergões na sua pele.

"faz isso de novo." você pediu, um pouco débil por estar se recuperando da privação anterior. Agustín sorriu, mais satisfeito com sua subserviência do que nunca.

"antes, quero que você vire para frente de novo." ele ordenou. quando saiu de dentro de você, você sentiu-se vazia. permitiu que ele a ajudasse a se virar, com as pernas trêmulas e sensíveis.

quando ele empurrou o seu corpo para frente para ter uma visão melhor da sua buceta, você sentiu o corpo se arrepiar pela ansiedade de ser enforcada novamente. Agustín empurrou tudo para dentro de uma só vez, assim como tinha feito antes. ele gemeu baixinho enquanto as estocadas se tornavam mais e mais violentas, mais e mais necessitadas.

a puxou pelo cabelo para que colasse o seu tronco ao dele, retirando a sua blusa de uma vez por todas. o que veio em seguida a fez agradecer por ele estar equilibrando a motocicleta. se fosse por você, vocês dois estariam no chão há tempos.

um dos braços dele rodeou o seu pescoço, enquanto o outro permanecia na parte de trás da sua nuca. ele estava te dando um mata-leão enquanto te fodia com toda a força que possuía. seus olhos se fecharam para aproveitar a sensação mais uma vez. seu coração estava acelerado, seu corpo lutando para obter o mínimo de ar que fosse. sua cabeça doía e implorava por oxigênio para que pudesse voltar a raciocinar.

seu interior se contraía violentamente, cada vez mais molhado, cada vez mais quente. ao pé do ventre, você era uma bagunça. suas coxas apertavam o metal gelado da motocicleta enquanto ele a invadia sem parcimônia. o seu ápice se aproximava em alarde, fazendo o seu corpo estremecer e suas mãos se fecharem ao redor dos braços dele.

você sentia a visão ficar turva, quase como se fosse colapsar, quando Agustín lhe soltou. uma golfada de ar invadiu os seus pulmões e você tossiu desesperadamente, aproveitando a sensação ardente de respirar novamente. seu corpo caiu sobre o tanque de gasolina e só quando a visão voltou a normalizar, conseguiu ouvir o homem xingando palavrões e gemendo baixinho enquanto deixava o seu interior.

"você fica linda caladinha." ele a puxou pelo cabelo mais uma vez, deixando um selar no seu pescoço quando você se aproximou. "mas fica mais linda quando está prestes a desmaiar."