#on the verge of jumping up and down and SQUEALING

[roy-kents]

went to my first big girl lab meeting today. you guys. YOU GUYS. science is so fucking cool. i’m so happy.

[pseudowho]

The Wrong Tie

18+, MDNI, voyeurism, semi-public sex, hints of a foursome

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It was a rainy spring day, when the rumour started that Nanami Kento and Higuruma Hiromi were having an affair. It was categorically untrue-- all a misunderstanding; but their wives wouldn't confirm that.

The faculty meeting, an all-day "team building event" was dull, a monotonous slew of games and personality tests, to drive those of a more practical mind to madness. The steady shhhhhh of rain against the windows only made it worse. Higuruma Hiromi was on the verge of sleep. Nanami Kento was lost in his own mind, reading on a tropical beach somewhere.

Kento felt the smooth slide of one small hand across his upper thigh, under the desk, and let out a quiet, involuntary grunt. His wife sat beside him, apparently interested in the presentation, and her hand slid higher, and higher, and higher. Kento felt his pulse quicken, leaning forwards on steepled fingertips, trying not to groan when clever fingers undid his zipper, and slipped through to squeeze his rapidly hardening cock through his boxers. Kento twitched his cock inside her grasp, and was rewarded with her biting her lip, her breath hitching.

Hiromi was already fantasising about his wife, sat opposite him, as sleep began to claim him. He jumped out of his seat, and excused it as a sudden, violent cough, when his wife trailed her bare stockinged toes over his lap. Hiromi grasped her foot under the table, giving a warning tickle to the arch. It did not dissuade her at all, and she rolled the ball of her foot insistently over the thickening bulge beneath Hiromi's zipper. His legs went lax, spreading, as his hooded eyes sat half-open, slack-jawed and humping involuntarily against her foot beneath the desk.

"Alright everyone...a ten minute break, and then we'll meet back in here. There are snacks in the staffroom."

Neither couple could last. Everyone flurried from the room, with all but four hurrying for the best choice of snack.

Kento dragged his wife into the nearest store cupboard, deep, dark and narrow. She giggled at the manhandling, and felt herself lifted into a shelf near the end. "You dirty little minx," he rumbled against her throat, rucking her blouse aside to drag one breast out, pawing at it, kneading and licking. She laughed, happy to be used, and threw his jacket and tie to the ground as he tucked her skirt around her waist, and began to hook out his heavy, pre cum wettened cock.

The door open and closed with a brief snippet of sunlight, and a slam, and Kento heard Hiromi's voice, and his wife's giggling; "Trying to get me to cum on your foot, in the middle of a meeting? You fucking menace. Only one place I'll be cumming, and it's a little bit more discre--"

"Higuruma."

"Oh, Nanami-- shit."

"Shit."

"Shit."

A moment of silence. A quiet shuffle as Hiromi pressed his wife face down, bent over, to the shelf that Kento's wife sat on. Kento scowled, unable to see in the dark. His cock throbbed, stroking between his wife's plush, wet folds; he was desperate. Hearing how Hiromi moaned, cursing as he rolled his wife's skirt up, and slapped her on the arse, he was just as pent-up.

"...we share the cupboard."

"Fuck yes we share the cupboard, Nanami. These two need to be taught a lesson."

Kento couldn't hold back any longer. Listening to Hiromi shred his wife's stockings at the crotch, and shove her panties aside, sent a shiver through him. Kento leaned over his wife, who was still suckling at his throat, and planted both hands on her hips before slamming into her to the hilt, with a husky, ragged moan. She squealed at the sudden, sharp fullness, and Kento clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Want to fuck with me in work hours? Fine. You're the one with my cum dripping down your thighs all day."

Hiromi laughed, landing one more sharp slap to his wife's arse, before dipping his cockhead to her entrance, and sinking inside with agonising tenderness. She whimpered, gasping, clutching at the shelf in front of her. Hiromi doubled over her, his belly to her back, mocking her gently.

"Aren't you two going to be a lovely matching pair? All full of cum with nowhere to go."

While it wasn't definitely a Wife-Fucking-Competition, it hardly seemed coincidental, how each man found his wife's throbbing little bud with devastating accuracy. How, when Kento slammed his wife so hard onto his cock that she sobbed and begged for mercy, Hiromi reached forwards and grabbed his wife by the roots of her hair, growling against the back of her neck like a man possessed. How, when Hiromi made his wife squeal, Kento tried to make his wife squeak louder.

At one point, the wives held onto each others' hands for dear life as their husbands dragged them through their orgasms, over hot coals.

"--that's it-- fffuuuuck, sound so pretty," Hiromi cooed to his wife, two fingers underneath her and rolling over her clit as she tried to scoot away, mewling and overstimulated, "-- ah ah ah, we're done when I-- haaaah, shit-- say we're done, sweetheart-- gonna fuck you-- fuck you stupid-- hold onto something--"

Kento held his wife gently by the throat, squeezing just hard enough, as his thumb and forefinger rolled around her clit, that her peak spread, electric, through every single nerve; "--that's right...beautiful. Can feel you milking me, shit-- gonna cum right in your belly...just where you like it. Won't need-- f-fuck-- so good-- won't need lube later...just fuck this seed right back into you, hmm?"

Kento didn't want to admit that hearing two women become whining messes around him was something of a buzz. When he came, it was with violently competitive satisfaction, as Higuruma had spilled his seed just moments before. Hiromi didn't give a fuck; he was lost in the sound of Kento's cock squelching into his wife's aching pussy. Kento never took Higuruma for such a whimperer. Hiromi never knew Nanami could fall apart like that.

Both men spilled more seed than they ever had, the testosterone thick in the air. Their wives almost regretted their misbehaviour-- almost. Each wife stood on shaky legs, trying to stop drips of cum running past the hems of their skirts, while Hiromi and Kento dressed in a hurry, breathless and trying not to laugh.

They made it back to the meeting room in time, the wives entering first, trying not to stagger into their seats. Kento and Hiromi entered after, mostly straightened out. They were busy trying to look normal. Neither of them noticed how eyes flickered to their flushed faces, Kento still quietly panting, Hiromi with a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. Eyes flicked to their chests, and back up to their faces. The next stage of the meeting was awkward, at best.

Gojo approached Hiromi at the lunch break, and Hiromi almost spat out his coffee when Gojo leaned into him, and whispered; "...why are you wearing Nanami's tie, huh? Anything you two need to tell us?'

Hiromi's horrified, pale face shot down to another man's leopard print tie on his chest, then shot up, searching for Kento. Kento looked across the room, his face impassive, but his eyes screaming...in an unusually muted black tie.

The wives had noticed, earlier. They enjoyed their lunch, chatting and blushing, with cum still cooling between their legs, pretending they knew nothing.

[holybibly]

i love sub!idol with sub!reader bc the idea of two desperate bunnies just wanting to fuck is so tempting. like sub!wooyoung and sub!reader being constantly horny and always rolling around his bed with their tongues in each other's throats and bucking into each other. it's just a whole mess.

it gets messier when the rest of dom!ateez ahem seonghwa catch them in the act one day

The hard / unholy hours will continue for the rest of the week. So plan your questions. After that, I'll write again. I want all my bunnies to have a chance to express their desires and thoughts.

I really like the way you think. Bunnies, right? Let's triple the mess, then.

You and Wooyoung just couldn't seem to keep your hands off of each other. It was a constant, burning need for kisses, for touching, for sex that could not be satisfied. You were so desperate that you were fumbling all over the bed, licking each other's mouths greedily and hotly. You two moaned and squealed as your hands tore off clothes and underwear, scratching and squeezing, leaving traces of forbidden marks. Wooyoung teased you pretty hard. He drooled all over your chest as you sucked on his fingers. At one point, you pinned Wooyoung down on the bed, straddled him on his hips, and rubbed your pussy against his deliciously hard cock.

You shouldn't do that. Definitely not. The boys would be back from dance rehearsal soon, and if they caught you in this position, you would both be in big trouble. But damn, it was too good a feeling to stop—the way the wet, swollen head of his cock rubbed so nicely against your clit with every movement.

"Please, please, Y/N, I want to fuck you. Fuck me, just put it inside." Wooyoung was whimpering and writhing underneath you, all sweaty and dishevelled, but you were not looking any better. "Just the tip, please; we don't have to go any further; I'm so in need of you."

"It's a no-no." You let out a loud moan as the thick, dripping head of his cock stretched your sweet pussy.

Your whole body trembled from the amazing sensation. It was as if every inch of your body was on the verge of pleasurable ecstasy. In fact, you can do just that.

"A little more, just a little, I'll promise you." Wooyoung pushed himself deeper and deeper, moaning loudly, throwing his head back, and rolling his eyes as your hot walls tightened around his dick. He was only half way inside of you when the orgasm began to shake his whole body. "I'm cumming, oh God."

You moan as you feel the hot pulsation of his cock, squeezed tightly against your silken walls, releasing thick streams of cum. His beautiful face streams with tears.

You claw at his chest, constantly brushing against his hard, sensitive nipples and desperately jumping up and down on his cock in pursuit of your own pleasure. Wooyoung's hips rise up in convulsive thrusts as he rides out his orgasm. His cock is still throbbing inside of you in the most painful and pleasurable way possible.

Spilling your juices around his cock and onto his thighs, you come with a long, breathless moan. As you slide off him, your cum mixes and leaks from your used pussy.

Wooyoung immediately pulls you closer to him, his lips curling around yours and his hands gently massaging your firm buttocks. You are both absolutely filthy, but oddly enough, the feeling of arousal begins to return with renewed force as soon as you feel the tips of Wooyoung's nails brush against your cum-stained folds.

"And what have we here? What a cute sight, two lecherous bunnies who can't seem to control themselves." Your hole instantly tightens at the sound of Seonghwa's voice, so dark and sexual. You are overwhelmed by a new wave of lust.

Wooyoung continues to plant sloppy kisses all over your face. You watch as Hwa crawls across the bed like a big cat. Oops, you are in trouble now.

"I just need to teach you a lesson in obedience, huh, bunny?" He cups your chin in his hand, turning your face towards him. Wooyoung whimpered at the loss and immediately planted her lips on your neck.

"I asked you a question, baby." Seonghwa's thumb slides into your soft mouth, and you immediately lick it.

"Yes, Daddy, teach us good behaviour."

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay, consider, König is having a really bad day. Shit totally hit the fan at work, he got more scrapes and bruises than he’d like to admit (the biggest being his ego for doing garbage out on the field, naturally,) he lost a good knife, and he got stuck in a post mission brief that took 5 hours. Just, god, that sucks doesn’t it? He makes his way home and as much as he doesn’t want to be a douchebag to his sweet girly, and usually he’d really wanna see you, but at the moment he’s beyond himself with anxiety and just general negativity from such an awful day he doesn’t want to bother you (even though that’s his most usual “relaxing” technique…) He’s walking up to the apartment/house and he hears the washing machine on, nothing unusual. He’s ready to seclude himself in a bathroom and lock the door and just clean all of his guns and knives to calm down but-

You’re there in the living room, casually hanging out on the couch, nothing special, except…

You’re wearing his shirt. And thigh high fuzzy socks.

And that’s all.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh! You’re home!! Sorry, I spilled some coffee on my clothes, and it was laundry day so-“

You’re cut off as he slings you onto his shoulder like a sack of flour.

Number one way to cheer this guy up. His day just turned fucking fantastic.

Please 😫 he lost one of his good knives...?? I bet all the other stuff was just the icing on the cake!

Can you even imagine how upset he must be? This man treasures his knives more than anything. Everyone else treats them like they're accessories, but to König, the guns are the accessories. He never goes anywhere without a knife on his belt.

And this guy wants to come home as a celebrated hero, he wants to greet his woman with victory in his eyes. No man wants to wade to their girl fatigued and pissed off after a series of petty fuck ups and boring debriefs and say they even lost a good knife (& say it with a voice that's on the verge of breaking)

König has suffered so many blows that of course he wants to seclude himself somewhere and just sulk it out. He kinda sorta would love it if his girl came to him and hugged him tight... dangled from his neck and told him what a big boy he is and how happy she is that he's finally home… But he's afraid it's going to take more than that to get him out of the slump.

To his horror, not even the prospect of a dinner and a blowjob is making him feel better, so the situation is more than just dire.

But…

Is there anything better in this world than coming home to his girl and noticing she's wearing thigh high fuzzy socks?

(And just for the record: König is a firm supporter of t-shirt no undies, yes sir, but those socks?? They will destroy him, especially if they're pastel color or white.)

He forgets all the bullshit he's suffered in an instant when he sees her jump from the sofa, peeping her apologies and trying to cover her bare thighs with one of his black tees. As if he could ever be mad at her for wearing his shirt.

By the time they make it to the bedroom, König has forgotten he even owned a black little switchblade that had a handy opening mechanism.

How can he think about knives when the cutest girl in the world giggles as he goes under the shirt (ach, his shirt), when the light of his life squirms and squeals as he gives her smooches and little nibs all over? She's ticklish, and König is going to pry every delightful little noise out of her before going further down.

And those thigh high socks?

They stay on during sex.

[oneforthemunny]

honeysuckle day dream |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a thought I had about cowboy!eddie. you, eddie, and honeysuckle.

edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple <3 everyone say yee-haw!

contains: MINORS DNI 18+. language, sexual themes, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral male & fem receiving, face sitting. mostly sweet fluff a little smut at the end :)

"Be careful comin' over here, baby." Eddie's rough soled boot, thick and leather, a little worn from the work on the ranch, crunched down onto the branches and twigs in the path. "'S a briar patch, be careful."

His hand held yours, rough, calloused hands that were hardened from years of hard work. He always teased you about your soft hands, how you "wouldn’t know a hards day of work if it bit you in that sweet ass, girlie" but he refused to let you lift a finger. He was good to you like that, so caring and doting on you.

"Here, put your foot right there." Eddie nodded to the crumples mess of branches he's smushed for your foot to wedge its way in unscathed from the thorns. "Told you 'bout them shoes." His brow furrowed under the brim of his hat, amber eyes catching every glint of sun and shining down at you making that menacing glare a little less mean.

You frowned lightly, looking down at your little sandals. To be fair, you didn't know you'd be hiking down to the creek when you'd gone out to see Eddie, or you would've wore tennis shoes at least.

"I didn't know we were gonna hike all the way out here," You huffed, positioning your foot carefully in the cleared space. Eddie's hand moved to your waist, balancing you gently while he guided you through the thicket. "Thought you'd be training all day." You pouted with a little eye roll.

Eddie's hand smacked the fat of your ass sharply, leaving you squealing and jumping at the stinging impact. His grip held onto your waist, eyes cutting to you dangerously from under the wide brim of his dark hat. "You better watch it, darlin', 'fore I make you pick a switch out here."

The treat had your tummy rushing with that familiar heat, rising up through your chest and leaving your blistering on your cheeks, ducking your head to hide your grin, jumping to the clear patch of soft grass out of the briar thorns. Eddie pivoted behind you, heavily stomping into the place beside you, hands easily finding your waist, squeezing your hip affectionately.

“Wanted to spend time with you.” Eddie beamed down at you, all dimpled grins and shining eyes. “Too pretty of a day to not spend it with my best girl.”

You blushed, wrapping your arm around his waist, cheek smushing into the side of his scratchy work shirt, protective from the sun and anything else that could scathe the cowboy. It was a beautiful day, cloudless blue skies that left the sun shining freely down on all the freshly sprouted crops of the earth. You sighed contently, taking in the scenery around you, the grass a vibrant green and wildflowers sprouting from the tall ground, fields of clover blooms and sweet grass and dandelions lining like a botanical carpet rolled out all the way down to the creek.

"Did you bring a blanket?" You asked, tilting your chin to look up at Eddie, squinting at the sun shining through his curls, illuminating each curly tendril like a golden halo. He looked so pretty.

"No," Eddie grinned, shaking his head down at you playfully. "Is it gonna kill ya to sit on the grass?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe. If there's a bug... or a snake." You paused, scanning the tall grass, then looking back at Eddie, clinging to him tighter around his waist. "If there's a snake, Ed, you have to kill it."

Eddie tipped his head back, laugh ringing from deep in his chest, hat nearly falling back with ever tilted shake of laughter. "I'm being serious, Eddie." You huffed, tone teetering dangerously on the verge of a whine. "You know I'm scared of snakes."

"I know you are, sweet girl." Eddie pulled you closer into his hip, wranglers rubbing beside you with every step through the soft earth.

He remembered the time you'd seen a little garden snake, barely a few inches long, slither across the path to the stables. You'd screeched so loud, startling him and the horses, shoving him in front of you like he was your own personal shield. Eddie had teased you endlessly about it, cackling and pretending to go towards it, until you were furious with tears. He didn't grab the snake, of course, he wouldn't ever do that to you, opting to coddle you and promise he'd take care of you instead.

Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a loud smack that was dramatic and sweet, left you blushing none the less. "You know I won't let you get hurt." Eddie said nonchalantly, humming lightly when he looked around at the nature surrounding him. It was so flippantly a fact, left you a little dizzy with warmth and content swelling furiously inside your chest.

You could hear the streams of the waters, crashing in a light steady flow over rocks and brushing over the bank where the creek lied. Eddie would go wading in the water sometimes, jeans rolled up to his calves and boots discarded, picking up crawdads and frogs to show you. Sometimes you'd join him, most of the time you'd just watch, content in basking in his company from the soft grass of the bank.

"Look over yonder," Eddie's inked finger pointed towards the tree, a bustle of yellow and white flowers blossoming gorgeously on the greenery around it. "Y'know what those are?"

You shook your head. "Flowers? I'm guessing." You smirked up at him. "Are they blackberries?" Eddie had a blackberry patch near the fields, one he wasn't sure where it came from but the horses were always messing in it. Sometimes he'd pick a few for you, bring them in so you could wash them and the two of you could share them in the summertime.

Eddie shook his head. "Honeysuckle." He nodded towards them. "You ever had honeysuckle?"

Your nose scrunched. "Is that, like, honey?"

Eddie snorted in laughter, hand moving to grab yours, pulling you through the clover fields towards the tree. "It's a flower, but you can drink its juice." He explained simply. "Wayne used to take me down here all the time when we'd go fish. Taught me how to get the nectar outta it. I thought these died in the drought of '87, but guess they've come back."

He smiled so proudly, eyes twinkling the way they did when he'd tell you a good memory, a rare happy one from his childhood. "How do you get the nectar out?" You tilted your head to the side lightly. "Thought only bees and butterflies could do that."

"Nah, honeysuckle's special, darlin'." Eddie grinned, he squatted in front of the green bush, climbing high on the trees and vines around it. He plucked a yellow-cream colored flowers off it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Watch this," Eddie's eyes lifted, round and big, shining with excitement. You matched his little smile, leaning in. "You just pinch this bottom like that, and pull this part," Eddie ripped the flower apart so delicately in his big hand, revealing the long stem in the middle, a single watery drop of nectar clinging to it. "Here, open up, baby. Taste it."

You stuck your tongue out, obediently, eyes lifting to meet Eddie's. It was an automatic reaction now, one Eddie wanted to beam in pride at you for remembering, his jeans tightened around the crotch at the sight. He placed the nectar covered stem on your tongue, rubbing it over your taste buds gently. It was more bitter than you expected it to be, earthy with a floral sweetness that tasted... odd, but intriguing on your tongue.

"Hmm," You hummed, rolling your tongue around in your mouth, brows furrowing ever so slightly up at Eddie. "Not really what I expected." You giggled, crystal and warm, it made Eddie's knees buckle.

"Yeah?" Eddie giggled back, brows raising. "Y'want another one?"

You contemplated for a moment, nodding. "Show me one more time how you did it."

Eddie grinned, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his wranglers. He plucked another flower, pinching, pulling, and eyeing at you to open your mouth. You did, holding his gaze while he smeared the sweet flower's nectar over your tongue.

You nodded slowly, rolling the nectar around your mouth. "It's pretty sweet." You shrugged finally. "Good. You want a taste?"

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, swallowing thickly. He could feel his heart beat in the throbbing tip of his dick, eyes trained on you. "Let me have a taste, sweet girl."

You gave him a wicked grin, eyes batting at him playfully. Oh, how many times you'd heard that in a very different circumstance.

"Pinch it, pull it, and..." You revealed the long string, smiling up at him triumphantly. "Open up for me, handsome."

Eddie snorted in a laugh before obliging, tongue out and eyes on you while you repeated his actions, rubbing it over his tongue. Eddie moaned loudly, eyes pinching close and lashes fluttering. "Mmm, tastes delicious." He groaned. You blushed at the vulgarity, eyes casting down, catching the growing tent in his jeans.

You paused for a moment, eyes lifting to him wickedly. He smiled back at you shamelessly, those muddy irises darkening with every passing second. You lifted a brow. "Seriously?" You asked, trying to feign annoyance, like you weren't pulsing something fierce between the knees.

Eddie shrugged. "Just what you do to me, sugar." He grinned cheekily.

He sure did know how to make you blush, you thought, turning to hide your heated face, flicking the flower towards the ground. "Does the honeysuckle have some kind of natural viagra in it?" You asked playfully. "That why you wanted to bring me out here?"

Eddie howled in laughter. "I dunno, baby, not that I know of." He grinned, perfect, pretty teeth and plump lips. "Maybe. You feelin' horny too?"

You blushed, scoffing at his blatant question. "I think you are, Munson." You nodded towards his bulge. "You want me to help you out?"

"I'd sure love it if you did. Be awful sweet of ya." Eddie grinned salaciously. That little shit.

You sighed heavy, dramatic and playful, but sinking to your knees in the cool grass. Your hands were already working on his belt, expertly undoing that thick buckle he'd won at a competition. You could remember the first time you'd tried to take one off, fumbled and irritated until he'd helped you, and told you not to rush that there was no need. Everything was easy, a little slower out here; that's why you loved it so much.

You pushed his stiff wranglers down to his knees, shuffling on your own to get closer, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to his tented briefs, his erection angry underneath.

"Stop that teasin', darlin'." Eddie grunted lightly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your soft lips against his shaft. "I'll be just as mean if you don't play nice with me." He warned.

You just gave him a tight lipped smile, pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free and curving up towards him, the foreskin stretching around his angry head, already leaking for you. You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand, pushing the skin down with a fluid movement.

Eddie exhaled slowly out of his nose, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes. You blinked up at him, jacking him slowly, thumb circling the sensitive tip until his hips jerked in your grasp. Eddie nodded at your gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.

You took him your mouth easily, sucking on the tip, tongue swiping over the sensitive head that leaked for you. Eddie groaned loudly, hands moving to thread through your hair, tangling his calloused hands through the soft locks. Your mouth, velvety and wet, sucking him down gently.

"Just like that, girlie." Eddie breathed a sigh of contented pleasure, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. He could feel his tip brush the back of your throat, head still bobbing to take him further. "Goddamit, baby, feel so good."

You hummed at his praise, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed slowly, eyes straining to look up at him. His eyes fluttered down to you, seeing you looking at him obediently, just like he'd taught you. Eddie beamed, thumbs stroking over your hollowed cheeks.

"Look at you, my best girl, aren't ya? Just so good." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the chirping birds singing and flitting in the wind, water babbling down the creek making the most serene background while you shoved him vulgarly down your throat.

Your hand cupped, squeezed his balls lightly, pulling back to suction on his tip and move down his shaft, breathing deep and slow to regulate your gagging. Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth squeezing around him, your nails tickling his balls lightly and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.

"Holy fuck, baby," Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You just get me so good, don't ya? Just my perfect, little, sweet girl. So good to me."

You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his head to his sac. Eddie felt himself clench, knees planting in a firmer stance. He wasn't going to last long with you out here, you were too good at this. Too good at knowing him so well.

Especially the way you'd tilt your head to the side, ducking down to take his sack into your mouth, sucking them lightly while your soft hands stroked his length with perfect flicks and grips.

"Open up that mouth." Eddie grunted through clenched teeth, nose scrunching.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were hurting him, but you did know him- you knew he was so close his toes were curling, coil in his tummy pulling closer and closer until it snapped. Spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue. You caught is easily, eyes still meeting his while he milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth.

"Swallow f'me, sweet girl." Eddie rasped, chest rinsing and falling in sharp, fast breaths.

You swallowed him in one gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, eyes still round and meeting him. You ached, a slick, throbbing mess underneath your little sundress- the one that drove Eddie wild when it'd get caught between your cheeks.

"That's my good girl, so good." Eddie praised, cupping your blushing face. "You just take such good care of me, don't ya, honey?" Eddie cooed at you.

You smiled, sweetly and a little bashful. Eddie was sure if he wouldn't have just busted his cock would be lurching, sputtering to life all over again. "I love to take care of you, Eddie." You purred, lashes batting up at him, tight rubbing together for friction.

Eddie smirked. "I know you do, baby. Do such a good job at it too." He praised you, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, hands moving under your arms to tug you up. "Now, 's your turn, ain't it?"

You blushed, standing to your feet on shaky legs. You looked back at the ground, seeing the butterflies flit around, dragon flies whirring by. "Wait, I don't- I don't want to lay in the grass." You pouted gently. "I don't wanna get my dress dirty, Eddie."

Eddie rolled his eyes hard, feigned annoyance at you. "When did I say anything about that, huh, girlie?" He gave you a dark, pointed look.

You frowned at him confusingly, watching him sit on the grass, placing his hat beside him, dark curl melting into the grass when he laid back. "C'mon," Eddie grinned up at you, chin tucking to his chest to look up at you. "Get ready to ride, cowgirl."

You blushed, shimmying the hem of your dress up, lifting it so it was bunched by your waist, shuffling over to him, legs parting wide to climb over his body. You sunk to your knees, blushing under Eddie's wild eyed gaze, excited and lustful.

"You let me know if you can't breathe?" You asked, lifting a brow towards him. "I don't wanna suffocate you."

"I couldn't think of a better way to go out, darlin'." Eddie grinned cheekily. "Smothered by that delicious pussy by the creek? Sounds like paradise to me."

"Eddie." You whined, shuffling back towards his chest.

Eddie's hands gripped your thighs fiercely, pulling you protectively towards him. "'M just kiddin', baby. I'll let y'know, alright?" He smiled sweetly up at you, hands rubbing up the soft swell of your hips, pushing your dress up further to reveal your puffy, slick lips to him.

"Here," Eddie reached over, grabbing his hat and holding it out to you. "You put it on. You're ridin' today, girlie."

You blushed but put the dark hat on, tipping it onto your head before Eddie had you pulled into him with a slight oomph! his mouth latching to your swollen clit, lapping and suckling at you.

You bucked and rode his face, hips grinding and bumping against his nose, hands gripping his curls like the reigns to a horse, while your knees rubbed into the soft grass beneath you. You'd lost the hat after you tipped your head back too suddenly, it tumbled onto Eddie and then toppled onto the ground, but you were too caught up to care.

Eddie buried himself in you, devouring your cunt while you cried and gushed all over him, his eyes fluttering shut, savoring every last drop of your delicious nectar. He decided then, that honeysuckle was good, but nothing compared to the sweetness of you.

[cottoncandytomu]

Lesbihonest Here~

We all know Abby just wants to be loved and I can see her crumbling when you praise and worship her. You make damn sure to let her know how much you love it too. 

Notes:

(Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader) (Nothin but smut under here so 18+ and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! - Oral F! Abby Receiving/Reader Giving, Praise, light cursing)  

New Fic! 🥰🥰 Dark! Abby Anderson x Reader

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“God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful Abby~” You moan as you kiss your way up her thighs to the one place she craves for you the most. 

Her breathy moans fill your ears, and it goes straight to your heat, nothing is more pleasing than satisfying her. To hear her beautiful sounds and be able to witness her twitch and shiver with pleasure. You continue kissing her inner thighs, leaving bite marks and red spots in your wake. 

“I love pleasing you.” You bite down hard on her thigh causing her to gasp, “love seeing ya under me like this.” You kiss the bite mark softly. 

“Fuck- please…” She breathes out. 

“Please what?” You smirk, needing to hear her say it out loud. 

“P-Please touch me.” Her face is a bright red from your teasing, a sight you’ll never get tired of. 

“Touch you where hmm? Here?” You ask dipping your head down to plant a kiss on her clit. 

This causes her to jump, letting out the cutest squeal. You chuckle and let your tongue roll out and lick from her hole to her bud, her juices coating your tongue. 

“Ah- fuck, yes please do that.” 

Her hands bunch up the sheets under her, her muscles flexing at the action. She’s shining from the gleam of sweat she’s produced from your teasing alone. There truly isn’t a prettier sight than this. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me Princess, you’re so fuckin’ perfect for me.” 

You start to work your tongue through her folds, she’s mumbling incoherent words whilst arching her back at your ministrations on her cunt. You lay your palm onto her inner thigh to keep her legs open, your other hand reaching up to lace your fingers in hers. 

You pull your head back slightly and meet her eyes, “Don’t hold back love, you’re doing so good. Now look into my eyes I want to see you break for me~” 

Her eyes roll back at your words as you delve into her delight once more, knowing this is going to be a long pleasurable night ahead of you two. 

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I am such a slut for submissive Abby. 

BUT OMF this is my first little drabble on this account and I’m on the VERGE OF TEARS bc I’ve had writers block for fuckin years now. So, it’s nice to finally say I finished something. If you beauties enjoyed it, please let me know!! And I welcome any constructive criticism, I truly want to better my writing. OKAY THANKS!! Dkfsjflk  

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[specterllaw]

Y/n Specter - Mike Ross x Reader

summary: After Mike gets into a huge fight with y/n, he realizes he made his bed and must lie in it as y/n's older brother Harvey comes for revenge

Warnings: mentions of arguing, fist fighting

Two Weeks. Two weeks was how long Mike had been ignoring you. It wouldn't of hurt so bad if it weren't for the fact you saw him talking with Rachel every time you came in to have lunch with you older brother, Harvey. You two were close, but not close enough for him to really show feelings or affection towards you, and you were okay with that, he was a good listener and advice giver.

"I don't know what you want me to do! Y/n! It's all the damn time! I need to work!" Mike had screamed at you, you were shocked considering all you asked was if he was staying over at your place tonight or not. You took a gulp as tears welled up in your eyes watching Mike raise his eyebrows "Go." You took a step back as tears started to roll down your cheeks "I never thought when I met you, Sweet Mike Ross would turn into a newer more cruel version of Harvey" You whispered weakly backing away from his cubicle, before rushing back to your apartment, locking the door before going to bed where you'd stay for the next two weeks.

Harvey approached your apartment door, it had been almost two weeks since he last saw you for lunch and he was worried, nobody had seen you, not even Donna. He rolled his eyes at the thought of knocking and walked in "Y/n!" He called out into the dark apartment, he couldn't see anything. Feeling around in your apartment he found your curtains pulling them open to reveal the sunlight into your cluttered, messy bedroom. He turned around ready to continue his search before jumping nearly three feet off the ground followed by a high pitched squeal as he saw you now sitting up right on the bed. "Were you watching me the entire time!? Why didn't you answer me!? Why do you look like that!?" He screamed a hundred questions towards you. Harvey was worried, here his baby sister sat in a mess of her own clothes and blankets looking like a zombie. Your usual h/t hair was a complete mess, knots littered it everywhere, you had dark bags under your eyes, your skin was pale and you look like you hadn't seen the sun in days. "Harv..." You whispered looking at him, his face softened looking at you as he slowly walked to the side of your bed running a hand over your head trying to smooth your hair down. "I need my big brother Harv...not boss Harvey" You whispered quietly on the verge of tears "I'm here y/n/n" He whispered sitting next to you after clearing off a spot on the bed. "I've been seeing Mike Ross...Since he started at Pearson-Hardman...We got into a fight a couple weeks ago...now he's been talking to Rachel alot..I saw her car at his place when I went to see if we were okay.." You whispered taking in a shaky breath, Harvey huffed, he was pissed "You did the one thing I told you not to do!?" He asked loudly making you flinch and look at him before standing up hitting his chest "I quit! I quit! I want my brother back! Who would be there for me rather than yell at me for mistakes!" You whimpered trying to push him out of your room but he just hugged you "I'll handle Mike...Kids not gonna know what hit him..As for you..You're gonna shower...We're gonna get that hair fixed, get you back to the badass y/n I know, and then you and Donna will go for a girls day on me" He said resting his chin on your head, he lead you into your room then your bathroom before leaving you in there shutting the door on his way out.

After Harvey walked you out to the car with Donna, he was on his warpath, not stopping until he had Mike's head on a platter, metaphorically speaking of course. He stormed into his office after demanding Rachel send Mike to his office, he could tell by Rachel's face even she knew what was gonna happen was bad. Harvey watched as the little prick walked through the door, looking at him "Hey Harvey, I'm almost done convincing the Jesser's case on settling but Mrs. Jesser isn't wanting to-" Harvey cut Mike off "Cut the goddamn bullshit" He growled standing up glaring at Mike "What the fuck did you say to my sister?" Harvey snapped walking closer "I haven't done anything! My head's been in the case /You/ gave me for three weeks!" Mike argued back, Harvey grunted before taking a swing on Mike, feeling Harvey's fist connect with his jaw "I told you! Never to talk to Y/n Specter! I told you your first day. Shoot her down if you have to!" He yelled punching Mike every other word "But no! You had to take her out, wow her, then snap at her and treat her like she doesn't exist" He growled with such hatred he wanted to squeeze Mike's head until it popped "What!? I-I snapped at her yes after you threatened you'd fire me if I saw her any longer" Mike argued back before punching Harvey right on the nose. He staggered off of Mike leaning against his desk holding his nose as it started to pour blood, Mike could feel the blood seeping from his mouth, lips, under his eye, and his nose, and yet all he could think about was seeing you.

You didn't get home until around Eleven PM that night, you were startled by a Mike Ross sitting on your couch, a cold wash cloth draped over his face "Mike?..." You whispered, setting your bag down before taking a seat on the couch next to him, you slowly pulled the rag down gasping at his face. "Holy shit Mike" You whispered "Why didn't you go to a hospital?" You asked going to grab your first aid kit from the kitchen, when you got back you rushed to clean his wounds and bandage them. As you wiped his lip trying to get the last of the dried blood off you watched as he took in your appearance. "You told Harvey" He whispered looking at you, you sighed "i'm sorry..He was gonna find out.." You mumbled looking at him "Are we okay, Mike? You've been icing me out for days...what did I do?.." You whispered sadly, the relationship was perfect so why was it going down the drain right now? You felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, caressing his thumb over your cheekbone softly "Baby...You never did anything...Harvey..made this stupid threat...and I didn't want to risk never seeing you again even if it was just as friends in the office..so I backed off..but I realize I love you Y/n. I couldn't stop thinking about you" He ranted resting his forehead against yours, you sighed "So why were you always with Rachel?.." You whispered looking at him starting to lean away from his touch, remembering the betrayal you felt "I've talking to you through her.." He admitted looking down "So..all this time..thinking Rachel and I were actually talking about you..it was you talking about yourself?..I thought you were cheating asshole! You kept calling yourself the hottest man alive and so sweet you could eat and I thought it was Rachel!" You yelled slapping his chest, he laughed rolling his eyes hugging you tightly "I'm sorry! I was being honest! and I was trying to use like...girl power to make you forgive me..." He whispered, You giggled shaking your head pecking his lips repeatedly "You could use /your/ power to make me forgive you." You whispered grabbing his tie pulling him up to hover over you as you laid on the couch "Oh yea?" He whispered repeatedly as he pecked kisses all over your face and down your neck.

[teddyeyeseddie]

The Cherrywood Motel

Cigarettes, Dominoes, Rum

rockstar!eddie X housekeeper!reader

masterlist

(a/n: had 16 pages of this written, scrapped it all and took it in a completely new direction! I'm very happy with what is happening so far and I am loving all the feedback! thank you @lofaewrites for looking this over, I owe you the world :) )

Now Playing: Its Called: Freefall

It had been a few days since your grocery trip, the weekend coming and going, not seeing much of Eddie. 

Monday comes quickly, waking you with a jump. You start your morning by taking a quick shower before putting your uniform on for the day. You settle for your usual keds and ruffle socks, the baby blue skirt and top with white accents matching perfectly. You tie the ribbon of the skirt behind your back, exiting the room. 

It’s cold once you get outside, shivering as you lock your door. 

“Sweets, no jacket?” a voice comes from next door. You find Eddie in plaid pajama pants, a worn t-shirt and a leather jacket, smoking a cigarette. He approaches you, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on your shoulders. 

“M’ not going far,” you mumble, looking down at your feet. 

“Doesn’t matter, don’t want you goin’ cold,” he takes a drag from his cigarette, turning his head to blow the smoke in the opposite direction, the veins in his neck now visible. 

“Don't work too hard today,” he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before turning and retreating to his room. 

You make your way across the courtyard, the air nipping at the back of your neck. You’re thankful for Eddie’s jacket, the thick leather doing a good job of keeping you mostly warm. 

You push your way into the laundry room, thankful for the warm air that invades your space once you’re inside. You find Christa sitting on a dryer, kicking her legs as she sips on a cup of coffee. 

You go to shrug off Eddie’s jacket, but Christa stops you when her shrill voice breaks the semi silence of the room. 

“Whose jacket is that?” she squeals as she rushes towards you, coffee now sloshing and spilling as she walks. 

“Um, Eddie’s” you reply, pulling it around you as nerves settle low in your belly. 

“First a shirt, now a jacket? Is there something you’re not telling me?” she questions, arms crossing across her chest. 

“No! He spilt coffee on me and it was an apology. Then, this morning, he was out smoking a cigarette and saw I didn’t have a jacket so he lent me his. It’s not a big deal, he’d probably do it for you too,” Christa rolls her eyes, sipping on her coffee as she looks over you. 

“Whatever you say…” she sings as she walks away. You shrug off Eddie’s jacket, hanging it on the coat rack before heading towards your cart to pack it for the day. You replenish the soaps and shower caps before you grab your mop you left to dry and a few rags. You glance over at Eddie’s jacket, contemplating wearing it until the air outside heated up making it comfortable enough to be in your short uniform. 

You decide to forgo it, the air a little more tolerable outside as you walk out to your first room. It's messy, the room covered in takeout boxes and other trash. You throw your head back in a groan, walking back to the laundry room to collect more trash bags. 

You spend half your day in that room, having to rush through your other cleans to finish the rooms before check in at 3. You finish up your last room at 2:45, brushing the sweat from your brow as you walk back to the breakroom. You check where you left Eddie’s jacket but it’s gone. You push through the rack, searching frantically through the other coats lying amongst where you left his precious leather. You’re unable to find it after searching all throughout the laundry room and break room. You’re on the verge of tears when you make it back to your room.  Eddie is outside once he sees you walking towards your room, he had left the window open, letting the cool air in as he strummed his guitar. 

“Hey sweets,” he greets with a goofy grin on his face. 

“Hii Eddie,” you sniffle, Eddie frowning once he sees the tears in your eyes. 

“Now who do I have to beat up?” he questions as he steps towards you, hand coming to rest on your arm. 

“Someone took your jacket, it’s gone,” you sob, Eddie quickly shushes you and pulls you into a hug. 

“Sweets, sweets it's ok,” he murmurs, “S’ just a couple thousand dollar jacket, s’ no biggie,” he jokes. 

You groan at his words, pushing at him, wanting him to let go of you. He holds you tighter and rubs soothing circles on your back. You unintentionally melt into it, feeding off of the energy Eddie is letting out. You sigh and let yourself be held, mumbling a soft “Im sorry” as he continues to hold you. 

He pulls away, grabbing your shoulders as he keeps you at arms length. 

“S’ really ok. Got it in vegas last tour. I can always get another. You do know who I am right?” he winks, your eyes rolling as he strokes his own ego. 

“Only cause Christa told me,” you playfully snip back. 

“Ooo right to the heart, sweets,” he takes a hand off your shoulder, putting it over his heart. 

“But really, it is okay. Now if I gave you my Dio vest, oof that one would hurt,”

You giggle, the conversation washing away the hellish day you’d just had. You look up at him and see his eyes aren’t rimmed red like they normally are, it’d been a few days since your grocery trip and he looked better. 

“I’ll make it up to you somehow,” you say with a shy smile. Eddie nods before letting go of you, letting you retreat back to your room. 

“Maybe we can grab a bite tonight?” he asks as you’re about to push the door open to your room. You turn on your heels and face him, a grin plastered on his face as he looks at you.

“Wherever you want to go, Sweets,” 

“Let me change?” you question, he nods letting you slip into your room. 

You change out of your work clothes quickly, being mindful that Eddie is waiting for you. You pull on a sweater before exiting your room, the cold air causing your hair to stand on end.

“Sweets, again with the no jacket?” he scolds, shucking off his jacket again before placing it on your shoulders. 

“Eddie, I can go get one out of my room. I'm sure there's one in a box somewhere,” You go to shrug the coat off but Eddie quickly stops you. 

“No! Like seeing you in my stuff,” he mumbles, holding out his arm to you. You loop your arms through his, allowing him to lead you to his car. 

It's sleek, black, and expensive given the smell of leather wafting through your nostrils as Eddie opens the door for you. He shuts the door once you're settled, rounding the front of the car before ducking into the Driver’s seat.

“Hey sweets, there's a pack a’ camels in the front pocket of your jacket, care to grab me one?” You nod shyly as your shaking hands snake into the front pocket of the jacket you’re wearing. You pull out a cig, handing it over to Eddie. Your cheeks flush red when your hands meet and you’re pretty sure that even in the moonlight, Eddie’s did too. 

He keeps one hand on the wheel, the other flicking a lighter. He leans into the flame, lighting the stick of tobacco. He pulls a long drag, letting the smoke out as he turns his head towards the window, the gust of wind taking the smoke out as fast as it entered the car. 

You direct him to your favorite restaurant out of the city, a small hole in the wall Italian place called Mama Josie’s. You went there so much, the waiters and owners knew you well. When you arrive, Eddie is quick to round the car and help you out. 

He offers you his arm again, you politely decline as you make your way inside. You open the door to the small restaurant. It used to be an old house so the ambience, Eddie notices, is very cozy. 

The hostess at the front of the restaurant leads the two of you to a table. Eddie sits across from you, the red glass of the light above you casting shadows across his face, deepening the bags that have formed under his eyes. Even then, Eddie is still one of the most handsome people you’ve ever seen. 

You both order a drink, browsing the menu as you make small talk. 

“What do you like here?” he questions as he peaks over his menu, smiling down at you. 

“Usually just the fettuccine Alfredo, sometimes their lasagna,” you respond, eyes avoiding his as you look over the options in front of you. 

You both order your food, Eddie deciding to try their lasagna and you settling for your usual alfredo. The waiter takes your menus, leaving you and Eddie in an awkward silence. 

“So uh- what brought you to Cherrywood?” you question, taking a sip of your drink.

“Finished a show in Nashville, played awful and stole my producer’s car. Ended up here and decided I’d spend my touring break here instead of hosting a house party every night of the week back in LA,” he says with a chuckle. 

He says it to almost impress you, but you find it sad, the idea that Eddie can’t even be in his own home alone.  He has to do drugs with other strangers to avoid being alone. It’s not impressive to you, if anything you find yourself pitying Eddie. You see the way he acts after he dips into his room for a second in the middle of a conversation with someone. You notice the constant sniffling and rubbing of his nose. You can smell it on his breath. You can see exactly who Eddie is without even having to try. 

So, when he tells stories of why he’s here and who he is, you doubt him. He tells you that isn’t who he is, but you know looking at him, looking into his eyes, that he is exactly who people crack him up to be. 

“What about you?” Eddie asks, snapping you out of your trance. 

“Apartment flooded. Didn’t have enough to move so I’m there for a few more weeks until I can afford a deposit,” 

“Oof- that sucks bad, Sweets,” Eddie says with a groan. 

“Yeah, it's okay though. The long term rooms are cozy,” you shrug. Eddie begins to fidget in his seat, eyes scoping out the interior of the restaurant. He locks eyes with your waiter and flags him down. 

“Where is the restroom?” he asks, hand rubbing at his nose as he does so. 

“Through that door and to the right, sir,” 

“I’ll be right back, maybe our food will come faster?” He gets out from his side of the booth, smoothing out his jeans before heading in the direction of the bathroom. 

You sip on your drink while he is gone, mind beginning to wander. You think about how many women would kill to be where you are right now, Eddie being a heartthrob in every sense of the word. He was charismatic, bold in the way he expressed himself. He was captivating and oh so charming. He was dangerous and littered with red flags, a concoction of drugs and daddy issues, a recipe for disaster. 

You could see how someone could fall under his spell. The way the light catches his eyes when he smiles has all those red flags turning green. He made your heart race and break at the same time. He made your cheeks flush and your mind race. But you knew, those green flags would only keep their color for so long.

“Sorry sweets, there was a line,” he says with a chuckle, your head snapping up when he takes his seat across from you. 

He’s not as fidgety when he sits down, his nerves now seeming to have settled. Your eyes snap to his face, his pupils are blown wide, his nose red and irritated. You frown when you realize what he went to do. 

He needed a bump, something to get him through dinner. Your eyes meet his, the look of disappointment evident in the way your face twists. 

“You couldn’t have waited until we were back at the motel?” you bite. Eddie is about to retaliate but the waiter comes to the table with your food. 

The two of you eat in silence, Eddie simply handing the waiter a wad of cash before slipping out of the booth and walking outside. 

“Seriously?” you snip as soon as you are both outside. 

“I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, think that you weren’t the Eddie Munson people crack you up to be but you just proved it right there, Eddie,” 

“Oh get off your high horse, it's coke,”  he’s snarky in his response, trying to brush off the fact that he had to do a line to simply get through dinner with you. 

“That's right Eddie, it's coke,” you bite, squaring your shoulders and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Oh get off it, you’d sound like my mom if she was still here, sweets,” he backs away from you, making his way to the car.

“I’m not getting in there with you,” you state confidently. 

“Sweets, just get in the damn car,” he whisper-yells from his side of the car. 

Your feet stay planted, arms still crossed over your chest as you shake your head. 

“I’m not getting in the car, Eddie,” it's your turn to back away from him, heading back inside to ask Mrs. Josie if you can use their landline. 

Meanwhile, Eddie is contemplating following you, but he knows you won’t listen and if anything you will cause a scene. He lets out a yell as he punches his steering wheel, starting up the car and peeling out of the parking lot, leaving you there. 

You call Christa, begging her to come save you from the situation you were in. She is quick to get to where you are, pulling up to where you’re sat on the curb. You pull open the door and settle into the passenger seat. 

“So what exactly happened? All I got from your call was Eddie and come get me,” she questions as she pulls out onto the main road. 

“E-eddie he uh, did coke in the bathroom. Got into a fight about it. Made me feel real small that he couldn't even get through dinner with me, he needed to get high,” you say with a small sniffle. 

You don’t want to be upset, Eddie is just some heart throb that is meant to rip through your life. He isn’t good for you and you weren't made for him. He would run circles around you, he kept a pace you would never be able to keep. 

But you are, you’re upset he left you. You’re upset that he did what he did. You’re upset that he didn’t see the problem with it all. 

“Oof, that’s a tough one babes,” Christa says with a grimace on her face. She pulls into the Cherrywood and parks in front of your room. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see that Eddie’s car, better yet, his producer’s car, isn't there. 

“Thank you Chris, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you lean across the center console of the car in order to wrap her in a hug. She pats your back before releasing you. 

“Get some rest tonight, babe. I’ll cover for you tomorrow..” 

You toss and turn all night. You were almost asleep but when you heard the door to Eddie’s room open and slam shut, you knew there was no chance you were going to have a restful evening. Knowing that he was so close and so reachable, made your stomach turn. You sit and listen to the silence, it finally being disturbed by the twang of a guitar. 

Her fight and fury is fiery

Oh but she loves

Like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I'm all but washed

In the tide of her breathing

The notes bleed into your room, the same routine as last time recurring as you lay in bed. The inflection and notes changing as he masterfully melds the words with the sound of his guitar. You fall asleep like this, finally relaxing as Eddie Munson’s voice lulls you to sleep. 

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[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

A Well Deserved Break:

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Seungmin

𝒍𝒆𝒓:  Stray Kids

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

𝕥𝕨: intense tickling, bondage, Seungmin is exhausted

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo

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𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

A break. A break was what Seungmin needed. He had been overworked to exhaustion the past week, and was practically on the verge of tears.

He almost even collapsed during their dance practice, and the other members were always checking on him.

“He looks so tired” Jeongin sympathized, watching the older.

"Yeah, he should take a break "Jisung eyed the puppy, who side-eyed him back.

"I miss his smile" Felix whined.

The idea hit all the members at the same time. Chan slowly smirked while Minho wiggled his fingers.

Step 1: Get Seungmin outside.

Hyunjin grinned as he finally spotted Seungmin's phone, all vulnerable.

He made sure to snatch it just as Seungmin walked in, running out the door, the puppy hot on his tail. 

Step 2: Stop Seungmin from killing Hyunjin

Changbin and Chan cracked their knuckles, spotting Hyunjin and Seungmin running out the door.

They let Hyunjin past just to catch the speeding puppy into their arms.

"AGH HYUNGS! "Seungmin yelled, twisting in their grasp.

Step 3: Get Seungmin restrained...somehow

Minho looped the long cloth around Seungmin's wrists, leaving the younger shouting out protests.

“AHH what's happening!" Seungmin yelled as Minho yanked his now restrained wrists up.

“Operation: Cheer Seungmin Up!" Chan replied, grinning as Hyunjin helped Minho tie the cloth to the tree branch above the puppy's head, high enough that he was stretched with his feet flat on the ground. 

Step 4: Tell Seungmin the Plan

"Okay!" Chan smiled as all the members Stepped back to admire their work. Seungmin groaned and tugged on his wrists, eyes widening when he realized how truly trapped he was.

He wasn't uncomfortable. He trusted the others. He was just confused. 

"Okay, so we're gonna wreck ya- just letting you know!" Felix said, smiling cheerily.

"Yeah, you need a break, and some laughter." I.N added. 

"W-What? "Seungmin stuttered.

"Too late!" Chan yelled. 

Last Step: Tickle Seungmin to pieces.

Seungmin squealed and jumped up and down to try to dislodge the restraints, wide-eyed as he watched all the members approach, wiggling their fingers at him.

“WHYHY?!" Seungmin yelled, wide-eyed.

“We wanna cheer ya up! C'mon Seungmin-" Chan was interrupted by a high kick aimed at his head, which he luckily dodged.

"Oh you’re so gonna regret that." Chris chuckled when Jeongin managed to secure the puppy’s legs.

Seungmin squealed loudly at the impact of multiple hands on his torso. He sealed his lips and bounced up and down, ears red.

"Awe! Look at him trying not to laugh!" Lee Know laughed at the puppy's slowly reddening face.

"mhmhmhm" Seungmin protested. He slowly sunk as much as he could while squirming.

The second the tickling reached the edge of his armpits, the vocalist was wide-eyed and frantic, head shaking as his thighs trembled.

Minho smirked evilly, digging his fingers deep into Minnie’s underarms while everybody else continued violating the poor boy’s torso.

“hmehehehahAHAHA!!!” Seungmin laughed, face splitting into a wide smile as he broke.

He tried to get rid of the tingly feelings by stamping on the ground, wide smile etched on his face.

“PLEHEHEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHA!" the puppy squealed, bringing smiles on all the other members’ faces as they tickled the boy to tears.

Felix drummed his fingers on Seungmin’s ribs, fingering the bones like he was playing a piano. Changbin blew small raspberries on the puppy's neck, blowing air into his ears every now and then. 

Meanwhile Chan and Lee Know went to town on Minnie's stomach and sides, digging their fingers into the vocalist’s hypersensitive skin.

Jeongin and Hyunjin took one leg each, pinching the puppy's knees and thighs. Jisung threw pokes over the boy's body in random places.

The combination of the soft and rough tickles drove Seungmin insane, and he let out a scream that resembled Jeongin’s and almost killed the others’ ear drums, while the others were laughing at his reaction.

"AAAHAHAHAHAAA PLEHEAHAHAHA STOHOP IHITS T-TOOHOO MUHUCH!" Seungmin screeched, tears dripping down his face as he thrashed, tugging on the restraints with renewed force.

"Ok guys, let's give him a break." Chris laughed at the puppy's frantic cackles.

Seungmin panted as everyone paused, his arms going limp against the cloth that bound his wrists above his head.

"plehease noho mohoreee!" Minnie whined.  "Ok baby, just one more thing." Minho reassured, sending the puppy a teasing glance.

Everyone readjusted their grip on the boy as Minho pulled his Seungmin's shirt up and blew a long, torturous raspberry right on his belly button.

To say Seungmin went mad was an understatement. The vocalist went absolutely ballistic, knees buckling as he tried to detach the older's lips off his belly.

"AAAAH PLEHEAHAHA STAHP STAHAHAP ASPDEFGLUCG!" Minnie expressed through his muffled screams, his laughter going silent almost immediately afterwards.

Lee know stopped soon, seeing the vocalist about to faint, begging silently as his whole body shook.

Hyunjin removed the cloth from the puppy's wrists, yelling when the boy collapsed from exhaustion, smile etched on his face as he panted.

Seungmin slept the rest of the day and took a break, much to the relief of the others.

But maybe he enjoyed it a little more than he should have…

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

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[aidensteddybear]

tomjake age regression but one of them tries to do something and accidently makes a mess?

( either one can be caregiver and little )

Regressor! Tom w/ Caregiver! Jake

Tom didn’t mean to regress while Jake was at work, it just sort of happened. He was around the age of six year old, so it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if he hadn’t promised Jake that he’d cook dinner.

Tom had actually forgotten all about that, until Jake texted him, asking how everything was going. That was Tom’s cue to stop watching cartoons on the couch and go start dinner.

Even when he wasn’t regressed, Tom wasn’t exactly the best cook, to say the least. So, he wasn’t sure what he was going to make, it was just going to be whatever he found in the kitchen.

“What are we gonna make?” Tom asked his stuffed dog, which was tucked in between his arms. “Gotta be something yummy. I want Daddy to like it.” He muttered as he looked through the fridge.

Tom hummed to himself, before putting his ear up to his plushie’s mouth, since he “heard” it say something.

“We should make spaghetti?” Tom questioned. “I think I can make spaghetti! I always help Daddy make it, I can do it all by myself!” Tom squeal to his plushie.

He got out what he needed to make the spaghetti and placed everything on the counter. Tom then grabbed two pots and placed them on the stove.

“Stay here, okay?” Tom said to his stuffie as he placed it down on the counter next to him. Of course, the plushie stayed there while Tom grabbed the jar of sauce and opened it.

Giggling, Tom dumped the sauce out into the pot, a tiny bit of sauce splattering on the stove, only making him giggle more.

Tom got out a spoon and began to mix up the sauce, which was kinda pointless since he didn’t add anything to it. Still, he mixed it for a while until he got bored with it.

“Gotta boil the water!” Tom told his plushie, before grabbed the other pot and filling it up with water.

When Tom was bringing the pot of water back to the stove, he had realized that he had lost track of time since he saw Jake walking into the kitchen, which had startled him.

Tom jumped, gasping as he had accidentally dropped the pot, that was filled to the top, of water. The water soaked Tom’s clothes, as well as the floor.

Jake’s eyes widened as he quickly rushed over to Tom, who was whimpering and on the verge of tears.

“Shit! Tom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jake apologized, placing his hand on Tom’s shoulder as he looked at the giant puddle of water on the floor.

Tom looked over at Jake, his eyes teary and his lip quivering. Jake could tell he was small, the dog stuffed animal on the counter and the fact that Tom never even turned on the stove were also factors that led Jake to this conclusion.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’ll help you clean up the water, okay?” Jake spoke softly. “I’m sorry..I tried to make dinner..” Tom mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“I know you tried, and I’m very proud of you for that.” Jake said. “But you should’ve told me that you were little. I would’ve come home earlier and you wouldn’t have had to make dinner.” Tom didn’t respond, he just whined a little.

“Can you go grab some paper towels for me so I can clean up the water?” Tom nodded and went to grab some paper towels.

“Thank you, buddy.” Jake smiled as Tom handed him the paper towels. He began to clean up the mess, with Tom standing behind him and watching.

As he cleaned up, Jake could hear Tom starting to cry. He frowned as he looked at the taller man.

“Baby, why are you crying? Everything’s fine.” Jake spoke. “I made a mess..ruined dinner..and my clothes are all icky..” Tom whined, before tugging at his wet clothes.

“Tom, it’s just water, it’s not that bad of a mess. I promise you didn’t ruin dinner, and once I’m done cleaning up, I’ll help you change your clothes.” Jake told him. Tom only gave a tiny nod in response.

Jake placed a bunch of paper towels down, letting them soak up the water as he stood up.

“Come on, Tom. Let’s get you changed, I’ll pick up the paper towels when we’re done.” Jake held Tom’s hand and led him to the bedroom.

“Did you have a nap today?” Jake questioned as he searched for some clean clothes. “No..just watched tv all day.” Tom responded, making Jake chuckle. It was obvious to him that Tom was tired, he rarely got upset over something like this.

“Thank you for being honest. Maybe we can go to bed a little earlier, hm? I’m feeling a bit tired too.” Jake said. “I wanna play.” Tom responded as Jake started to change his clothes for him.

“We can still play, just not as much as we usually do, okay?” Tom nodded in agreement, causing Jake to smile. “Let me go finish cleaning everything up, then I’ll order something for us to eat. Sound good?” Tom smiled a little.

“Sounds good.”

[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media au

Warnings: none

Status: Finished

Author’s note: I literally wrote this entire part last night on the verge of falling asleep and accidentally hit the x without saving and it got deleted. I shit you not, I was on the verge of tears cause I was too tired to write it again and I let out th longest sigh I have ever EVER done, closed tumblr, and went to sleep. Enjoy ;-;

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Series Masterlist:

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Nola had though of the BEST idea for a small gift for Jason and you on behalf of everyone. Even though she had already hired a group of photographers and videographers to professionally shoot up the wedding, she had decided to record that day as if it were a vlog. That way you would have more of a behind the scenes homey vibes to the memories of your wedding.

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[Recording]•

“Hello Lovebirds! Nola here! You might be wondering what this video may be and worry not! You will know soon. Welcome to your wedding day vlog!” Nola said smiling to the camera. She took the camera and recorded various places. She toured the venue, the dancing area, the kitchens, she showed the bakes bringing the cake in, she filmed your mom and Alfred speaking with the chefs, both who smiled at the camera and waved, she did her rounds and covered every part of the wedding’s location and decorations. “Well, that’s the entire tour. It’s time to see the princess of the day!”

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[Recording]•

The camera focuses on a door and Nola knocks, you open it with a bright smile. Both of you squeal and laugh, excited for the day. You bring her in and Nola gives a tour of your room and then settles on you, who is looking at her questioning. “What are you doing?” You laugh and she shushes you as she sets the camera up so that both of you are in the frame, Then she sits down and you sit next to her. “We are doing an interview, future Mrs. Todd Wayne.” She explains and you sit up excitedly, wanting join in on the fun, “okay! Shoot!”

“How are you feeling today?”

-Oh! Super excited! I can’t wait to marry him Nols! Although…I’m also pretty nervous…what if I trip and fall on my way to the altar or what if Kara tries to jump up and object or or oh! I don’t know jaja!

Nola rolls her eyes and assured you that everything will be alright, she ask you the next question, “What would you tell Jason as of now? Say it to the camera as if it were him.”

-Hola mi corazón! Not being able to sleep next to you these last few days have been hell, Nola I can see you, don’t gag! Anyways, I can’t wait to see you, mi amor, and spend the rest of my life with youuuu although you already know that but yeah jaja!

You blow a few kisses to the camera and smile. Nola smiles looking at you, being in love is a great look on you.

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[Recording]•

“Ok ok, I know I said it was myyyyy idea, but I have a few accomplices. Everybody, give it up for Dick Grayson!” Nola says as she turns the camera to a smiling Dick. He smiles at the camera and takes it from Nola. “Thank you, Nol! I’ll take it from here.” He says as he walks away. “Now! For the exclusive of the groom. Last time I checked, Jason was just in the shower, Tim is still sleeping, Damian had already finished showering and is on Jason’s room and Roy went to pick up breakfast.” He turns the camera and knocks on the door and Jason opens it. He is shirtless, with the tower draped over his head, grey sweat past that are low on his waist and is brushing his teeth. Dick enters and a Jason leaves to finish brushing his teeth. Finally he comes out and asks, “what are you doing, Dickie? He had been in a great mood this entire week. So much he was insulting them less. “Nola requested an interview of the groom so here we go.” Jason throws himself on the bed and looks at the camera from his spot. “First question, how you you feel?”. Damian decides to speak up instead of Jason, “ He better feel elated. He is marrying YN after all, it’s the best he can ever do” Jason playfully glares at him and answers,

-As much as I hate to agree with demon here, he is right! I’m fucking happy as shit. YN is truly the best thing to ever happen to me.

Dick awes behind the camera and asks the next question, “Anything you like to say to her right now?”

- I hope you woke up feeling refreshed and rested my love. I love you and can’t wait to see you, princess!

He said with a wink, making Dick laugh.

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[Recording]•

Dick is recording once again. He is placing the camera somewhere safe and let out a laugh. Behind him, Roy and Tim are annoying the fuck out of Jason by loudly singing “Marry you” by Bruno Mars. Soon, Dick joins them belting out the most horrific notes ever. The camera is suddenly grabbed by Damian who sighs and looked at the camera dead in the center, the rest still annoying Jason. “YN, are you sure you truly want to join this family?…..they are all idiots”

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[Recording]•

The camera focuses on Yn getting her makeup done in a white silk robe. Her hair was already done. She smiles at the camera and waves. The camera turns to the sofas where Stephanie, Cassandra, Barbara, Artemis, And Charlotte and Tiffany (two of Yn’s cousins) , were chatting. Yn’s mom is taking pictures and smiles at the camera as well.

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[Recording]•

The scene changes to Yn’s mom and Alfred giving their backs to YN, who is already dressed in her wedding dress holding her flowers. Someone counts to three and Ymn and Alfred turn around, gushing over how beautiful she looks. “AY MI BEBEEEEE!” Your mom screams and hugs her, tears flowing. YN is holding her tears back, afraid of ruining her makeup. Alfred hugs you and tell you, “the most beautiful bride indeed”

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[Recording]•

YN is walking down the isle with her mother. Nola pans towards Jason, who is wiping his eyes, tearfully smiling at her. He holds her hand once she gets to him and kisses her palm. YN hands her bouquet to Nola and smiles back at Jason. The amount of love between them flowing throughout all of the reception.

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[Recording]•

“Yn, I was a shadow of a man I had once been before you came into my life. You have brought so much love, joy, laughter, and peace, things I never thought I would ever get or even deserved. Princess, on this day, in front of both of our families and friends, I promise to spend my life by your side and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are the silver lighting that shines through all the clouds of life, that sunshine that makes my darkest and saddest days bright again. I once said you were the ruin of my restraint, which I still believe wholeheartedly. lf you ever were to ask for the galaxy, I would happily spend each and every day catching stars in your name. Need is something you will not recognize and unsafe is a word you’ll never know. My love, my heart, my soul, and my mind are all filled by you, your love, and your presence. Te amo, Yn Mn Ln”

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[Recording]•

Jason and you had watched Corpse Bride and wanted to incorporate the vows into your own.

“Jason Peter Todd Wayne, do you take Yn Mn Ln as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for good and bad, to cherish from this day forward?”

- I do

“Yn Mn Ln, do you take Jason Peter Todd Wayne as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for good and bad, to cherish from this day foward?”

- Yes I do

“Turn to look at each other and hold your hands. Repeat after me, ‘With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in the darkness. With this ring, I will ask you to be mine”

You both repeat it to each other, placing the rings on each other.

“You may now kiss the bride”

Jason pulled you toward him and dipped you, kissing you passionately whilst everyone cheered. A sniff could be heard from Nola. She changes the camera to everyone else. Dick is crying and cheering. Tim, Duke, and Steph are screaming. Cass is clapping with a wide smile, Damian claps with a bright smile. Alfred is wiping his tears with a soft smile. Bruce looks so proud, he is fully letting the tears go because his boy just got married.

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[Recording]•

The camera focuses on you sitting in the newlyweds table smiling at Jason. Roy is giving his best man speech. “You know Yn, Jason and I originally had planned to runaway and get married in Vegas and then you came along. I am not fond of getting my plans ruined but since it’s you I can make an exception” He begins his speech making everyone laugh. As he carries on, you look back at Nola who is looking at Roy with a look you recognize very well. “Jason, mi alma, look at Nola! She’s giving Roy love eyes!” Yn whispers to Jason who in return gives her a kiss on her shoulder in order to discreetly look behind her at Nola. Jason chuckles and says, “Oh that will be a disastrous pair…I will never know peace again if they get together” making you laugh. “Jason. I get that you love your wife, but I was your boyfriend first and deserve that you stop kissing her while I’m talking.” Interrupted Roy making you laugh even harder.

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[Recording]•

Nola began her speech, retelling all of your times together. “Unfortunately, now Jason is permanent and I can’t get rid of him. I will say this once and only once, even if the only thing we do is argue like children, I am glad Yn found Jason. There has never been a couple more in love than you two, Give it up for the happy couple!”

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[Recording]•

The camera pans to everyone in the dance floor. Your grandmother is exchanging cooking tips with Alfred. Bruce is with Clark, Louis, and Diana chatting. Your mom was reveling in how much your aunts are fawning over the wedding, how beautiful you looked, Jason and his family, and how great everything looked and was. She beat your aunt once again. A successful daughter who was independent and hard working and made a good sum on her own who was now married to a very good looking man who was the son of one of the richest men in the world. Oh she had WON. Dick and Stephanie were flighting with majority of your cousins. Tim, Conner, and Duke were dancing with a few of them. Barbara and Cass was at food table enjoying all of the fine Puerto Rican food in display. Jason and you were dancing with Nola and Roy. Damian and Jon were speaking with your little cousins who was telling them about his farm. The sight was heartwarming indeed.

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[Recording]•

“Ok ok ok, if you thought it was over, well it wasn’t. Here are a few words of encouragement from all of your family and friends!” said Nola

Various clips of your family members giving you words of encouragement played out. Your mom, Alfred, your grandmother, your aunts, your cousins, Clark, Diana, Conner, Jon, Louis, Bruce, Cass, Stephanie, Barbara, Dick, Damian, Tim, and Duke. They all ranged from emotional to hilarious. Their love for you both very apparent.

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[Recording]•

“I truly wish you both the absolute best. Yn, i am so happy that you found the love of your life and it is someone truly amazing. Jason, I’m glad Yn found you, what you both have is absolutely rare. Enjoy your honey moon, but not too much because I am not ready to be an aunt. LOVE YOU! ENJOY!!!!” Nola ends the video smiling and waving at the camera.

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[top-tier-tickles]

Super Mario (NEW/UPDATED) Tickle Headcanons

Now that the movie has been released, I feel that it is an appropriate time to share some updated headcanons!

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Mario:

Switch

Super ticklish

He's a walking tickle spot, but his death spots are his belly and belly button

You have to hold him still somewhat, he squirms a lot 😂

Especially weak to raspberries

As a ler, he'll tease the lee about their laugh and how ticklish they are

Can hold his own in tickle fights(which are mainly caused by him)

He can't really take what he dishes out though

He squeals a lot when he laughs and it's precious ❤️

Firehand has made the palms of his hands sensitive as well

The Toads gang up on him and Luigi frequently

He has freckles, and connecting the dots with them MURDERS him

Teasing him also kills him

Luigi:

Switch

A tiny bit less ticklish than Mario

Only a TINY bit though

But still super ticklish

Like his brother, a walking ticklish spot, but his worst spits are his sides and ribs

You definitely have to hold him down, he flails way too much lmao

Teasing will kill him on the spot

Blushy mess

Mario's main victim, obviously

But he isn't afraid to get him back

If he's provoked enough, he's a pretty decent ler

He snorts when he laughs

Like Mario, Thunderhand makes his palms ticklish too

Peach:

Ler-leaning switch

Her laugh is so pretty istg

Worst spot is her ribs

Found out Mario was ticklish cause of Luigi ratting him out and poking him

She's a pretty gentle ler, holding her victims calmly while utterly wrecking them

Bowser tried to tickle her once, but got a big ass shiny black eye because of it

He doesn't try to anymore

Tickly kisses are her specialty

It's pretty hard to tickle her, since she has pretty fast reflexes, but it's possible

Her laugh sounds like bells

Mark my words, she will get you back

She's the only person who can make Mario turn into a complete lee

Toad:

Lee-leaning switch

Almost all toads are lees

His death spots are his tummy and hands

His laugh is very squeaky, like a stress toy

Basically Mario and Luigi's annoying little brother

They gang up on him regularly

Little shit

Will jump on someone's back and surprise tickle them from there

He mostly aids the lers tho

He's able to easily squirm out of people's grip

Donkey Kong:

Ler-leaning switch

He'd rather die than admit he's ticklish

Everyone ended up finding out because Cranky got tired of his shit and told everyone

Worst spot is his armpits

Seth Rogan laugh™

Mario's accidentally- completely on purpose -tickles him sometimes

Diddy and him have frequent tickle fights

As a ler, he's pretty ruthless

He doesn't really know how to tease people, so he just pokes their ticklish spots often

He means well, but sometimes he gets so caught up in the moment that he forgets to stop

He actually made Mario pass out while wrecking him once, and DK totally freaked out because he thought he killed him

He was fine tho lol

Bowser:

Ler

He's barely even ticklish

His only ticklish spot is his neck, even then it's hard to get to

He always wears that collar, and he can hide in his shell at any time

His laugh starts out in a deep guffaw, but dissolves into low chuckles

He's definitely not above tickling someone, though

If you DO attempt to tickle him and fail, you'd better start running (He'll catch you in the end tho)

If he doesn't kill you, he'll definitely make sure justice is served

This motherfucker has eight kids, don't tell me he's not a tickle monster

He laughs along with his victims, teasing them all the while

Utilizes tickle interrogations frequently

He's a cruel ler

Teases like the asshole he is

His claws make it worse

Mario tried to tickle him once and failed miserably

He doesn't stop until the lee is crying or on the verge of passing out

But he's definitely gentle with his kids, not anywhere near as ruthless

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And that's it for now! Lemme know if you want some more, or write a fic prompt in my inbox!

[ghostlee]

SCREAMING OVER THE JOEL IDEAS OMFG I LOVE HIM SM AA

And there's the people he pesters all the time (who is it? Trick question it's all of them he's such a menace that's on the verge of mania /silly) and like maybe Joel was ranting and complaining abt the permit office to someone like maybe Gem and he got soo so so annoyed in his episode with the permit office so he's like really riled up so Gem decides to give him some tickles to calm him down!!

And also Boat Boys!! They're obsessed with each other!! And their back and forth sometimes ends with them getting into a tickle fight

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REAL REAL On a more mischievous note of the permit office, I could see a thing where Grian was getting fed up with Joel trying to interrupt his work and so he tries to put Joel on hold again but right as the disc goes in Joel lunges across the counter to try and jump on Grian and the bird hybrids let’s out a squeal of surprise and Joel tries to tickle Grian but they are both little shits and get into a tickle fight so they are both just on the floor like laughing and trying to tickle each other.

Maybe at some point Grian gets the upper hand and the scene like cuts to Joel and Grian back on hold, but this time Joel is like tied to a chair like he needed to be held in place this time to keep from jumping at Grian again. Grian sitting on the other side of the permit office fixing the collar on his shirt and like dusting himself off from the fight, meanwhile Joel is in the chair in front of him like an angry cat staring bullets at Grian.

At some point someone else, maybe Scar, he seems mischievous enough, walks into the permit office and sees Joel is stuck to a chair in front of Grian arguing with the bird hybrid and Scar sneaks up behind him and then just digs his fingers into Joel’s sides and sends the man into another absolute fit of giggles, but now he can’t get away from them so he’s just sitting there laughing away. Maybe Grian goes up in front of him and starts poking at his ribs and waist so it turns into a duel attack, or maybe grian gets up and goes, “alright seems Scar will take care of you while I’m gone” puts up a “Gone Fishin” sign and leaves as he can just hear Joel screaming and laughing from inside the building.

Scar lets him out at some point and Joel scrambles back against the wall all whiny and is like “whattt was thatttt forrr…” as he’s hugging his stomach and looking up at Scar with tears of laughter in his eyes and Scar us just like “I was bored and didn’t wanna wait for the hold to be over being bored.” As he shrugs and Joel just glares at him.

[wwjthd]

(Clementine 5, Wren 3, and June 6 months)

“Whatcha got Clem?” He turned and looked at the little girl in front of him.

“A snail!!!” She squealed as she held it in the palm of her hand to Jack's face. Jack hesitantly leaned back eyeing the fairly large snail she had in her hands. Clementine was definitely a very curious child who loved to play outside and of course play with bugs.

“That’s great baby, a lot bigger than The last one huh?” He took in how adorable his daughter's outfit was. She was dressed in a pair of overalls with a yellow Winnie The Pooh shirt sweater. (It was of course your doing) she also had a little toy garden tool in the front pocket ready to find anything else she can under the dirt. Yard days with her dad were always her favorite.

“You mean Fred daddy?” She raised an eyebrow at him with an attitude (that she definitely got from you).

“Of course, how could I forget!” He rolled his eyes at himself and laughed at his daughter.

“I found a flower for wenny too!” She held it up in her chubby hands. Jack laughed at the little nickname Clementine gave her little sister.

“They’re beautiful pumpkin, wren’s gonna love ‘em! Why don’t you go pick her out some more hm?” She nodded excitedly going over to some bushes.

Wren was currently in the house with Yn and June making hot chocolate. Although Clementine was always up to go outside and play in the dirt, Wren was the complete opposite so she had decided to stay with you instead.

“Mama?” You hummed as she looked outside eyeing all the leaves.

“Why leaves not green anymore?” She asked curiously. You looked outside seeing your husband raking up the leaves while your oldest picked flowers off the bushes.

“Cause the seasons are changing! When it gets colder the colors change” you said, trying to put it in a way a 3 year old would understand.

She nodded and stepped off the stool running off somewhere. You laughed at how she just dismissed what you said and continued to stir the hot chocolate.

The back door opened and Clementine came running in, placing her hat on the kitchen table. She came up to you hugging your thigh all excited. “Hi mama!”

“Hi sweets, are you having fun outside with daddy?” She nodded and started rambling about what she found outside and how she showed Jack a big snail.

You noticed Jack coming in and lifting June up from her walker. She started babbling to him and he pretended to understand what she was saying. He chuckled at her giving her kisses on her cheek before cuddling her to his chest when she happily shoved her face into him.

“Wen! I got you flowers!” You looked over to see Clementine giving wren the flowers she had plucked off the bushes.

“Tank you! Dey pwetty!” She giggled, smelling them and then hugged her big sister. You always adored how much they loved each other and how much they got along.

“You guys ready to jump in the leaves?” Jack asked and Clementine nodded her head excitedly and ran outside.

“Daddy I don’t wanna jump leaves” Wren looked up at jack with a pout on her face and was on the verge of tears just at the thought of getting in them.

“Why not baby?”

“Scary”

Jack handed June to you and kneeled down to wren. “The leaves aren’t gonna hurt you sweetheart. Mommy and daddy won’t let anything happen to you okay? If you don’t wanna jump in them you don’t have to bub” she nodded and giggled when he lightly pinched her cheek and kissed her forehead.

When you all went outside you had June wrapped in a blanket cuddled against your chest. You looked at Wren and could tell she was still a bit nervous about the leaves.

“Can I?!” Clementine yelled and Jack nodded giving her the go.

Wren watched closely as clementine threw herself in the leaves. “Wenny are you gonna jump?!” Clementine asked and Wren shook her head.

“I’ll jump with you! It’s not that bad, promise!” Wren took Clementines hand and ran with her in the leaves. She poked her little head out already wanting to jump again.

“Mommy! Daddy! I do it!”

“Good job baby girl! I knew you could” he ran up to her tickling her before tackling both of his girls in the leaves.

You smiled at them while taking their pictures and adoring your “little” family.

A/n I honestly don’t know. Umm I hope y’all enjoy!! I’ve given you 3/4 kids names in this one 🤭🤭 if the end seems rushed it’s cause it is and I’m sorry 😭. I’ve been writing this for a month and it was supposed to be based in the summer but I changed it to a fall theme so 😌😌 pls give me feedback as I am nervous posting this 💀

[13phantom13angel13]

Besties Care

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A/N: This is one of the prompts (relatively) for @thenewgirl76. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Jason was fuming. Roy could tell by the way he was angrily cleaning his gun and muttering to himself under his breath. He didn’t know what he was pissed off about, he just knew he was mad and on the verge of going into a rage. Roy hated when Jason went into a rage. It was damn near impossible to get him out of it.

Last time it happened, well…we’ll just say it got ugly real fast. Roy had to think quickly before he got worse. Roy nibbled on his bottom lip as he thought of ways to nip it in the bud. He glanced at Jason, watching him scrub the disassembled barrel with a wire brush. Hm…

“Hey Jay.” Roy called to him from across the room. Jason didn’t even look up. Just continued to clean vigorously. Roy sighed, pushing himself off the wall and approached the stewing gun slinger. When he was behind him, he attempted to gain his attention. This time tasering his sides as he said his name loudly. “Jason!”

An undignified squeal left Jason as he jumped and damn launched himself out of his chair as he arched away, his arms slamming down against his sides. Jason looked up at the archer with startled eyes.

“What the fuck, Roy!?” He squawked out at him. Roy’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he watched Jason stand, his demeanor guarded. A devious smile spread across his lips. “Roy. No.”

“No what, Jay?” He asked as he trapped Jason against the table.

“No to whatever you’re thinking!” Jason’s hands came up to defend himself. Roy wiggled his fingers at him.

“I’m thinking I just found a way to calm you down. Now hold still.” Roy’s hands zipped out at lightning speed and latched on to Jason’s sides.

Another squeal ripped out of Jason’s throat as he slammed backwards into the corner of the table, laughter already bubbling out of him. He swatted at Roy’s hands.

“Roy nohohohoho! Stahahahahap it!” He squirmed as much as his limited space would allow as Roy chuckled with him. “Dohohon’t fuhuhucking tihihihickle me!”

“No way! I totally forgot you were ticklish.” His wiggling fingers moved up towards his ribs causing Jason to hunch forward as his laughter increased. “If this gets you out of whatever rage mode you were about to go in to, I’m not stopping until your knees give out.”

Jason’s arms were locked against his sides. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t move them to attempt to stop Roy’s tickling fingers. He started to slump down as his knees started to shake. Roy was going to get his wish soon if he didn’t stop.

“Roy plehehehehease! Knohohock it ohohohohoff!” He squirmed more as Roy’s fingers traveled higher towards his armpits. His laughter shot up in pitch as he mustered the strength to grab Roy’s arms. “Dohohon’t you dahahahre!” He cried out. Roy’s grin reached a whole new level of devious at Jason’s pleading.

“Oh. I dare!” Roy psyched Jason out by faking a move up towards his armpits and then darted down to latch on to his hips. That did it. Jason SCREAMED as he went crashing down to the floor, Roy following down after him, still attached to his hips. Jason howled in hysterics.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! ROHOHOHOHOY!!! STAHAHAHAP!!! I GIHIHIHIVE!!! I GIVE!!!” Roy stopped immediately and got off of his friend. He grinned victoriously down at him.

“Don’t let me catch you in this state again. Or I promise you, I won’t stop until you cry. Got it?”

Jason nodded breathlessly as he laid on the floor holding his aching stomach. Damn that man could be ruthless. But that’s what best friends are for.

[shoukiko]

I hope ya'll don't mind if I OC ramble a bit about Shouko. I still have a cold so I'm still on the verge of death.

Tags: @octiism, @wishesforyou, @konig-s-hood, @imtotallynormalmhmyes

I recently changed her up just a bit, like her last name and such 高村 - Takamura is her new surname, Taka (高) meaning "tall, high" (lol), and Mura (村) meaning "town, village"

Felt funny to give her a name like that when she's... tiny, which is a bit mean to myself since she's literally my height..

Her and Ghost's relationship is very much sunshine x grumpy, but to me when Ghost is Simon, he's not really that grumpy, he's just a chill dude, he just has to be more strict when he's Ghost.

They became close friends after she really just.... wanted to exist next to him all the little "May I sit here?" "Can I come?" "Did you eat?" "Can I ask for your opinion?"

sitting on the other end of a couch where he was, clutching her knees to her chest, just happy she's allowed to be near someone so respected.

She saw him as someone she could look up to, someone she could prove herself to, someone who wouldn't pity her or treat her differently because of her size. He showed her respect.

He enjoyed her company, it was refreshing to him, she wasn't overly excited, she knew when there was a time and place for everything, but if she had the time, she would jump up and squeal with excitement if she was happy.

Shouko met Ghost after being transferred from the US marines at the age of 20, she joined the military at 17 after moving to the US after some family matters ocurred.

She has pretty big eyes when she's not on the verge of death, poor girl needs sleep. Yaeba teeth are her charm point.

If I got to choose who would play her in a live action film, I would choose Shida Mirai (志田未来) Beautiful woman.

Shouko saw his face on accident after walking in on him washing his fash in the communal washroom, they locked eyes in the mirror and it was like a switch flipped in her, he was the singlehandedly most beautiful person she's ever seen aside from her mother. He wasn't upset really, mistakes happen, but he did get a bit uncomfortable after she stood there for a good 30 seconds not saying anything.

She wasn't there in Las Almas to see his face, she was briefed and brought in later, she helped with Price in the helicopter instead.

Shouko is also like, very much an airhead, if someone she trusts tells her something, she just takes their word for it, but obviously she's very smart and wellspoken because she has to be.

She's very knowledgable in a lot of things and takes the time to learn about random topics just for the fun of it, but when it comes to things like...

I'm using a conversation I had with my boyfriend as an example, just switching it to Ghost and Shouko.

Shouko: I never really see wind turbines a lot, I forget what they're used for.

Ghost, Obviously kidding: They're for cooling down the earth, hun.

Shouko: Wait, really?

Ghost, thinking how long he can keep this going for: Yep, they regulate the tempurature.. of the air. (Bullshitting)

Shouko: Oh. Huh okay then.

A day later, Shouko would tell maybe like her brothers or her friends about it. Noone telling her she's wrong because they just can't bring themselves to tell her, until her eldest brother Satoshi is like "The fuck are you on about?"

She'd race back to Ghost, SCREAMING about how she trusted him and how could she embarrass her like that, and he has his head in his hands, shaking, absolutely losing it, trying not to break down laughing because he didn't think she'd actually believe him.

Change Satoshi to one of my friends and... it actually happened, my bf still won't let me live it down... Fucker also made me think Sperm cramps were a thing ... ;-;

That is all, I will ramble more later, I love Shouko frfr

Now have more art of here I haven't shared (probably) All drawn by @wishesforyou <3

This one was drawn by me :3