#pp tickle

[malzminz]

I CROHECTED ELLIOT!!!:3333

Erm…. 3 likes and I torture him :3

[mublerr]

Imagine teasing someone in middle age

like you know, times where only way to communicate beside talking is sending letter's. They were writing them with feather righttt?

These biiig, soooft feaaather's~

And many people didn't knew how to read so letter's with tease inside could have smth like

"[...] And i will use this feather that im writing this poem,

to give you tickles and fill you with laughter"

And the lee can just don't know what's writed there so when this situation from letter came up the ler just say's

"Why are you soooo suprised? I wrote that in the letter~"

[ghastigiggles]

about the last post I completely relate rejection sensitivity is AWFUL😭

BUT WE STAY SILLY! o7 ;;

[jooyeonsvape]

— pretty girl

genre; smut, some fluff

pairings; nonidol!taehyun, fratboy!taehyun, female!reader

w/c; 2.5k

synopsis; “guys usually think of me as ‘one of the guys’ so i guess i never had the opportunity.” you explain and he hums, then shakes his head. “that’s a shame.”

warnings; dirty talk, female receiving oral, fingering, cursing, alcohol, virgin fingering, guided masturbation

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a/n; i started writing this at 3 am, i got bags on my bags yall wtf. i had no inspiration to write but then i thought about this concept and kinda wrote a plot around it lmao. i hope u enjoy <3

soobin, yeonjun, beomgyu, taehyun, and hueningkai made up the most popular frat house in the college you all attended.

when they’re around, it’s more partying than studying and considering you were their best friend, you were included in that.

“[Y/N], your turn to babysit beomgyu if he gets too drunk tonight.” soobin calls out from his room and you pout, looking at the lightweight boy who is already starting to take shots.

“my nanny for the night.” beomgyu yells loudly and opens his arms wide for you to hug him from the couch he sat at.

you shake your head at his advance and instead take a shot for yourself. “that’s all i’m drinking tonight, watching beomgyu is a full time job, he likes to run around outside naked when he’s drunk.”

“i thought you supported free the nipple.” yeonjun teases and you raise an eyebrow. “i do support free the nipple, but i don’t support free the penis and traumatize the old lady down the street.” you shoot back and everyone laughs at the memory.

beomgyu raises his hands in defense, “it was kai’s shift but he obviously failed.” you nod in agreement and flop on the couch next to soobin who just finished getting dressed for the party.

“well, i was having the best sex of my life that night, so it was worth it.” you scrunch your face at him continuing in detail about the best blow job ever and technique she used on him.

after a minute you plug your ears with your fingers and rest your head on soobin’s shoulder until they were done.

“why are you so grossed out by sex talk [Y/N]? have you even seen a penis?” beomgyu tries to make fun of you but you just raise an eyebrow. “yes, yours, remember? i was the one who caught you, and it wasn’t impressive so i wouldn’t be talking.”

you always talked bluntly and hard-toned around them, which you think helped made them not see you as woman, but more of a sister.

as they all laughed, beomgyu was fake crying and you lean over to give him a hug. “i’m sorry my gyu, i was joking, you have the biggest pp in the world.” you giggle, rocking him back and forth.

“let’s get her boys.” he simply says, wiping his fake tear and the others start tickling you all over until you start kicking.

— —

an hour into the party you look everywhere for beomgyu but finally spot him on the couch making out with someone random. you nod to yourself because now you know he’s safe and inside, then go to soobin’s room.

you were quite anti-social tonight and alcohol usually helps that but since you can’t drink you decided to just watch movies in soobin’s room until the party is over.

you press play on the movie and set a timer for 30 minutes so you know when to check on beomgyu again.

“it’s unlocked,” you yell out, not feeling like standing up again and taehyun walks in with his bright smile that lights up any room.

“i thought you might’ve needed this.” he chuckles and hands you one of his blended alcohol mixtures. “i didn’t put a lot of tequila in it, don’t worry, you won’t get drunk.”

you take a sip and hum, “yummy, thank you. how is the party?” you ask and he sits at the end of the bed. “it’s the same as always, drunk people everywhere.”

you nod and take another sip of the drink before setting it aside. “why are you in here? there’s dudes out there asking about you.”

“i’m good, they’re probably drunk and expect me to put out just because i’m friends with 5 guys.” you giggle and shake your head at the thought of letting them touch you.

“it’s college though, this is our prime.” you just shrug your shoulders gently, “i’m not looking for a fuck and dump.”

he hums and the room randomly got awkward which usually wasn’t the case with taehyun. “why are you being nosey tonight?” you finally speak and he chuckles, “i just didn’t want you to miss out i guess, may i join you in here?”

you scoot over on the bed to make room for taehyun and take the drink he made down in one gulp.

he admires you taking the whole thing at once and laughs at the face you made. even though you weren’t drunk, his laughing makes you join him and soon the both of you were laughing at nothing but each others noises.

“are you sure you aren’t a lightweight [Y/N]?” taehyun questions with a soft chuckle when the two of you settle down. “no, i think your energy just makes me drunk.”

he nods and looks at the tv, wrapping his arm behind you so the two of you were cuddling, it didn’t feel uncomfortable but it was definitely new for you.

“i have another question.” taehyun speaks up 10 minutes later and you look up at him. “yes?” he bites the inside of his cheek as he tries to find a proper way to ask it. “are you a virgin?”

you blush at the sudden curiosity of your friend and hide your face in his shoulder. “yes, guys usually think of me as ‘one of the guys’ so i guess i never had the opportunity.” you explain and he hums, then shakes his head. “that’s a shame.”

“no i’m okay with it, i don’t know what i’m missing, so i don’t really try to find it.” taehyun clicks his tongue and looks down at you. “you’re not one of the guys, you’re just [Y/N].”

you purse your lips at the sound of him talking and look up at him again. “was that a compliment?” taehyun chuckles and hums, eyes still on the tv as he rubs your exposed belly, due to the crop top you’re wearing, with his thumb.

your eyes go down to his movements and he notices, “is that bothering you?” you shake your head and smile.

taehyun traces his finger tip around your hip and plays with the waistband of your shorts, “will you tell me when i start making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly and you take a deep breath before nodding.

he slowly slides his fingers under your shorts and quickly finds your clit through your panties, giving it a soft rub.

“have you ever masturbated?” he asks in your ear with a low voice you weren’t used to. “yes.” he lets out a chuckle and continues to rub.

“do you like my hand better?”

your breath hitched before you nod fast, “y-yes.”

taehyun smirks and lifts up your panties, putting pressure on your bare clit with his finger to see how sensitive you were.

you gasp at the feeling and buck your hips softly in his hand. “has anyone ever licked your pussy?” he questioned, sliding one of his fingers up and down your folds to get your clit wet.

you shake your head with a whine at his fingers and he nods in return. “may i be the first?”

the thought of losing your virginity tonight made you nervous but also excited so you nod hesitantly. “are you sure? use your words.”

you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together which made him chuckle. “you can eat my pussy.” taehyun smirks and sits up, taking the blanket off of you so he could kiss your belly.

“i’ll stop when you want me to pretty girl.” he reassures and you nod, looking down at him so close to something only you have ever touched.

he takes off your shorts and panties together, then looks up at you with smirk. “it should be criminal to keep something so beautiful hidden.” taehyun laughs, admiring your glistening pussy while you blush.

he leans in and gives your clit a few kisses to see your reaction. each kiss made your body jolt a little with sensitivity and he smiles, finding it cute.

“spread your legs wider.” he says in a comforting voice and you comply, spreading further with a shy blush.

taehyun licks his tongue up and down to lap up your juices with a hum, “sweet.” you giggle at him and hide your face.

your hips involuntary jerk when he takes your clit in his mouth and sucks, then moving his tongue in swirling movements. “fuck.” you moan out, tilting your head back in pleasure.

taehyun was very skillful with his mouth, he knew how to make a woman feel good. while his tongue was busy flicking your clit over and over, his finger hovered your hole.

“have you ever fingered yourself?” he asks when he pulls away from your clit and smirks, rubbing the hole slowly. “yes.” he hums, not satisfied with the answer. “tell me how it felt pretty girl.”

you blush at the name and look down to meet his eyes. “it was amazing, i put two fingers in and was shaking from how good it felt.”

taehyun swiftly goes up to your face and kisses your lips deeply before adding a finger inside your pussy with no warning which made you moan in the kiss.

“i think you’ve been secretly waiting for someone to fuck you with the way you talk.” he growls in your ear while he pumps his finger hard inside of you and adds a second one.

you gasp at the second finger, feeling your walls stretch with each thrust until it was used to the size. “i make myself cum just fine.” you smirk breathlessly and spread your legs wider.

“i’m sure you do pretty girl, but when i’m done with you, you’ll be wanting more than fingers.” you hated to admit he was right, all you wanted now was to feel his dick inside of you.

you kiss his lips again and moan so the party goers didn’t hear you yelling his name, which you wanted to do.

taehyun curls his fingers inside of you so he hit your spot each time and you whimper at the feeling. “rub your clit baby, just like you do when you’re alone.”

you blush and do as he says, starting to sweat at the feeling of being close. he watches when you lick your fingers then rub your nub as fast as you can and he smirks. “are you about to cum?”you nod and throw your head back so you could let out a strained moan.

when he heard you were close, he goes back down and moves your hand so he could take your clit in his mouth again.

with the pressure of his fingers pounding into you and his tongue flicking your clit fast, you finally let out a loud moan then cum hard on his slender fingers. he smirks against you and pulls out with his tongue still swirling around your clit until you were twitching from sensitivity.

he wipes his mouth after licking all your juices up and lays next to you again, satisfied with his work. “that was the best feeling i’ve ever had.” you giggle and wipe your forehead of sweat and try to steady your breathing.

taehyun chuckles and kisses your forehead gently, “good, i’m glad i could help.” you were still naked on the bottom half of your body when soobin opens the door.

you shuffle to find the blanket and he makes a frowned face. “on my bed? taehyun, your room is literally right next door. the party is almost over and beomgyu is no where to be seen, have you been checking on him [Y/N]?”

you press your lips together and notice your phone alarm has been ringing for the past 20 minutes but the pleasure took over all your other senses.

“i’ll find him, get cleaned up [Y/N] and go to your room taehyun.” he shakes his head and you try not to laugh.

“yes dad.” you both say in unison and laugh with each other.

soobin sighs and mutters words you couldn’t hear, “let’s go pretty girl, tonight you’re sleeping in my room, i think we’ll have some more fun.”

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Spectral Tiger

GN!Reader × Invisible M!Yan OC

Part 2~

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MINORS DNI

CW: G/N Reader, reader is a sub, reader referred to as they/them, teasing, sexual themes, public nudity, nipple play on reader, public lewdity, names for reader(love, ), public lewd teasing and such, over the pants hand job, orgasm denial(in a soft way tho) long span edging, lol how do you tag pp flicking ? XD that’s in here, long smut, tease, not proofread

There aren’t many people here, as per usual on rehearsal nights, so you have at least five seats of empty space on either side of Zharu and yourself. It’s also considerably dark enough with the stage lights being the only lights other than the red little exit signs.

Your legs widen slightly, subtly trying to welcome his touch.

His hair tickles your neck as you feel his face lean in, all but touching your heated ear, “Really, Love? You want me to continue? But… nobody can see me, I could do whatever I want to you. Doesn’t that scare you?” His low whisper has you shaking in your seat.

He squeezes tighter before running his hand further up, still an annoyingly respectable distance from where your body is boiling.

Your leg twitches under his touch.

You swallow, and take a shallow breath before responding. “You’re just trying to scare me. You still can’t do anything too crazy…” You don’t sound as sure of yourself as you meant to.

“Cant I?” his cockiness is annoying. “What about doing something like…~”

You feel his hand trace up your leg, then over your hip, pressing harder there as he passes by, drawing out a small gasp from you.

Looking down is almost useless, all you see is the indent of a hand in your black silk dress shirt, that is following the contour of your body and tracing you up to your chest.

Almost useless… It’s kinda hot watching your own stomach suck in so far shaking and shuddering under the ghost hand.

He stops over your chest on the side opposite to him, and runs his hand over you, gripping firmly for only a second before rolling his palm back over you.

Your breath hitches.

This time he pauses when his fingers are right on top of your hardening bud, he lightly traces it over your shirt, your mouth falls open slightly, and your brows are starting to peak already.

“Love,” he whispers breathily in your ear.

He pinches. Ever so slightly. And then again, a tiny bit harder, and then he’s tracing it softly, maddeningly, and then rubbing his whole hand over you.

You grip the armrests for dear life, and bite back whimpers and shuddery moans alike. Your body shakes from every little touch.

“They probably won’t be able to tell…” His voice rumbles quietly about something in your ear. Then he asks, “You have a jacket right?”

“What? Yeah…” It almost takes you out of it until his head dives down from your shoulder to the front of your chest. Anything under your shirt he’s pulled down to free you up while remaining still under cloth. His mouth latches onto the fabric right over your other nipple and you have to bite back a cry.

You end up making a noise that someone a few seats to the side of you, looks at you, brow furrowed. You try and pretend you were stifling a yawn, co-explaining the weird “stretch” you we’re doing at the same time.

She scoffs.

You don’t care, because your core is in roiling flames as he sucks on your sensitive skin through your expensive shirt.

You feel his tongue lapping over and doing circles around you in such a mind buzzing manner! You actually feel static in your head.

“P-please” You let out quietly in a puff of air. Have mercy, really, but you couldn’t get any more words out! You’re still shaking like a leaf.

“hmmmm~” He purrs up at you.

You rub your thighs together, not fully able to trust yourself to speak at a quiet volume.

Your shirt feels like ice against your chest now!

“oh ho ho, such a greedy little thing you are~” His hand finds your upper thigh and slowly dips down the inseam. Then following your pant stitch from your inner knee, all the way back up, before stopping, just before he gets to where you desperately want.

You almost huff in annoyance until you feel just the tip of his finger make contact with you, sending a jolt of instant burning pleasure coursing through you.

From one touch?

He flicks you softly, eliciting a sweet gasp and causing you to bolt upright in your seat.

His blazing hand covers the sting next and you almost whimper into him!

Those fingers and his palm deftly work you as you bite your lip to the point of drawing blood to keep yourself silent.

You’ve completely lost track of where you even are right now.

You’re in a zone that’s all about your burning pleasure.

Feathery touches through your slacks that are maddening, but somehow just what you needed bring you straight to your peak and past in such a gentle ascent you could cry.

Something in you pops and a soothing coolness washes over you sweeetly

“ahh~” a small gust from your bruised lips slips and feels like cool velvet caressing so lightly over them it hurts.

His fingers trace your lips, you practically chase them until he dips them into your wetness. “Suck~” with his command, you take them in and eagerly do just that.

“mmmf” You savor the taste of his skin, gods you look so lewd right now, mouth slightly agape and tongue swirling around nothing, while you hold yourself down with every muscle in your body, yet still is visibly shaking from the thunderous pleasure electrifying your core.

“Think you can hold out until later~?”

You shake your head and practically bite his fingers, no! no you can’t!

“So impatient, I’ll have to teach you better~”

“mmm!” You whimper and rut against his hand that’s slowed down drastically against you.

He tsks, “My my, you really want to make a mess here?”

You didn’t really think of that, and slowly your mind fog pulls away from you.

You chase it, but he gently nudges you back to the present. Calming your body with firm but soft gropes to your thighs, and warm hand presses over your stomach. They’re less sexual now, but no less charged.

Your breathing slows, the winding heat is reduced to a bearable simmer, where it sits until you look back up to the stage.

You only missed a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

~

Exhaustedly, you fall onto your couch, throwing more shopping bags with clothes and cloth masks, and a darker tan coloured foundation that Zharu picked out.

You had an idea earlier, right after he edged you.

Maybe with makeup you can make him visible!

as long as he wears a hood. and a mask. and sunglasses.

He’ll certainly fit the high profile excuse after this… If it works.

It’ll be more work, but it saves him from wearing a hot mask all the time once the weather warms up that would be a nightmare.

Not…

Not that he’s staying that long.

You didn’t think of it yet, but does he want to go back?

Would you want to go back?

Well, you don’t even know what his life was like before.

“Hey, what was your life like over there?” You bluntly ask. It’s not a really serious question, so why not.

“Ooooh~ You’re curious about me~” The floor creaks before he plops onto the couch next to you.

He’s in grey sweatpants (and you cant seem to forget that his crotch is right below you line of sight if you just keep your eyes trained on where his head might be, or on his arms… oh gods don’t look at his arms either) and spirals of gauze cover his upper torso and up his neck, and down his arms to his fingers, so that you can know where his body is.

His body that is impeccable.

Huffing in annoyance, you pull out the foundation from the bag. “come here.” You pull yourself closer to him using his leg as your anchor.

“Aye aye captain!” He happily scoots closer, crossing his legs up on the couch between you so that he’s as close as possible.

“What do you want to know about? It’s kinda a broad question…” You watch the floating gauze travel up to about where his head would be. He idly plays with hair that even he can’t see, trying to distract from the fact that he isn’t totally sure what to tell you.

Realizing you’ve been sat staring wide eyed like a doe in headlights, you clean your throat and hope he didn’t notice.

“What was your family like?” You ask, still a broad question, but this way you’ll possibly learn if he’s a cheater or not without outright asking if he’s got a partner.

You open the packages for the makeup products.

“Didn’t really make time for anyone other than a couple friends, my work kept me too busy for everyone else.”

“What kind of work?” You follow up. “May I?” You hold up the sponge with the drops of white and tan.

“mhm,” He confirms, you can tell he nodded first because of the little breeze you felt on your face before he audibly did too.

Applying some of the moisturizer, and then a layer of foundation is the easy part… You just have to spread it around evenly, and lightly padding around the contours of his face.

“My time was devoted to the arcane. I was not expecting sudden inter dimensional travel and loss of visibility to be a hazard of that particular experiment, but here we are, really should have though…” he says honestly.

“What do you plan on doing now?” You find your other hand has joined in the application process, feeling around for his eyes and nose without much thought, until you find his soft lips and suddenly realize you’re way too close. “Sorry!”

“You gotta do what you gotta do right?” He chuckles.

“Right!” You try to laugh off that weird hot feeling but it clings to your insides like molasses.

“To be honest i don’t really know… I’m…” He cuts himself off. “I don’t know,” He lets out an empty laugh. “Anyway, is this working? can you see me?”

Your face has been getting warmer and warmer… The more you apply a skin color to this enigma the more he becomes a real person…

A real person that you’ve let touch you… A real person that you don’t know.

“Earth to Y/N?”wait.. It is still earth we’re on right?”

“Sorry… Y-Yeah! it um… It actually is, from this close it’s kinda creepy, but i think with everything else you’ll fit right in here!” You psych yourself back up, trying to refocus on the present and helping him.

“Can I see?”

“Oh! Of course! You bend over the side of the couch to find a hand mirror, until instead you feel his hands on your body instantly reinvigorating that fire in your belly. It hadn’t left. not entirely.

But now, it’s back.

He presses his wrapped hands into your flesh above your hip bones and traces them inward. traveling with the heels of his palms down to your navel.

When he goes down far enough to even feel the first inclining of pressure where you need it your damn almost hurts right there. You’ve been in so much discomfort, running around the way he left you!

“I think I’ll let you cum now~”

“Oh wow thank you all mighty one” You say sarcastically and roll your eyes, “the fuck?” Your torso snaps back into place and you cross your arms. That fire that lasted all day, getting snuffed out in a second.

“you’ll be thanking me soon enough~,”

[ihavethedreamies]

Expert | Easy to Expert (3 v7) [NSFW]

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Bang Chan - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.5k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Bang Chan

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Fluffy Smut

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Pet Names (Love, Pumpkin, Baby Girl, etc.), Multiple Partners, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Sixty-Nine, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Bang Chan has a Monster Cock (of course), Cockbulge (hmm), Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Daddy Kink gets awakened, this is actually really soft and fluffy believe it or not, Bromance

Disclaimer: I do have the whole cock-bulge thing in this. I understand this could be a bit offensive to some who are on the heavier side (I am in that group as well). Sorry if this doesn't align with your body type, this is just a work of fiction.

Author's Note: This is the last one I am writing in this series, so let's see what absolute nonsense shows up here. I'm going to TRY and tone it down…

PS. I wrote the first not before I wrote the story, and this is after. This went a COMPLETELY different direction than I thought it would. Get ready for tooth rotting fluff AND smut.

PPS. Bang Chan is my bias and Felix my bias wrecker so that is why this one ended up like this…

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"What?" Chan stops dead in his tracks, Felix continuing past him. He thinks for a second that he’s hearing things, or someone else's conversation. The younger man stops as well, turning back to his best friend.

"(Y/N) wants a threesome, you in?"

"Why are you asking me?" Chan sputters and Felix shrugs casually.

"She asked for you specifically so…"

"She asked for ME?"

"Yes?" Chan's head is swimming. He has to admit, ever since he found out a few months ago you couldn’t cum, he’s been looping in his head. It wasn’t romantic intentions behind him trying to figure out what he could do for you…Not at all. He’s been trying to convince himself he no longer has romantic feelings for you, especially since you started dating Felix. It’s obvious to the others, even Felix, but he appreciates that his hyung denies it even to himself.

"Are you sure?" The eldest of the group asks your boyfriend.

"I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t. She picked you like a month and half ago; I've had time to think about it." Felix huffs, amused. Chan is getting flustered, and the younger man knows why.

"Are you thinking tonight?" They’re already on their way to your apartment for movie night.

"Well…yeah. We can move it though."

"You really think I can just sit and watch a movie with you two now?" Chan shakes his head, but continues walking. Felix falls into stride next to him and they continue to your place.

Felix messages you when they’re about fifteen minutes out, and you scramble off the couch to get ready. To say you’re excited is an understatement. But you’re also lowkey terrified. It’s not a hidden fact among the friend group what Chan is packing. You have even heard from other girls on campus. Not a traditional player by any means, but he’s been around the block. He’s an incredibly sweet gentleman, but a lot of girls just want to fuck him to say they’ve conquered the beast. That’s literally what they say. The thought makes you shiver as you prepare. Stepping out of the bathroom, you look yourself over in the mirror. Felix has gotten you a set of wolf cosplay lingerie, fitting for Chan. It’s more or less a bikini lined with gray fur. The silicone plugs he got you a month ago now has a grey furry tail attached; the texture tickles the backs of your thighs. A matching headband with grey ears sits on your head, it’s a little too big though, so you hope it stays on. Furry cuffs surround your ankles and wrists as well. The bottoms of the set is more like shorts than panties, but there’s a hole cut out of the crotch which gives access to your cunt as well as let the tail plug sitting in your ass. You shake your arms to get rid of some of the nerves. Though, they just come back two-fold when you hear your boyfriend, and his friend arrive. Your shaking increases as you pad to stand at the foot of your bed, waiting for them to remove their coats and shoes and meet you in the bedroom.

"Goes on, bro." Felix tells Chan, his accented English hitting your ears. Are they going to speak like that the whole night? Fuck yeah.

"Oh, baby girl!" Chan is floored as he enters your room. You look so fucking cute, his heart thumps hard, and he feels his pulse in his cock too. The pet-name does stuff to your insides, and you nervously wiggle, the tail wagging a bit from the momentum. To be honest, before you and Felix hooked up, you were tempted to go to Chan. With his reputation, you’re sure he could have managed, but you in no way regret that it’s Felix. Your boyfriend follows him in and comes to admire you as well. You turn toward him as he settles only a foot away from you.

"Good job, love." He praises and you both turn back to Chan. He’s still gaping, and you’re still too nervous to look him over completely. He just has grey sweatpants on and a black sweatshirt. You desperately want him to take it off so you can get a better look at him. You have seen his perfect body many times, but you want to touch it. Your fingers fidget with themselves, the black painting nails at the ends catching Chan's eye.

"Rules?" You prompt Felix and he looks at you, back to his friend then shakes his head.

"Just tell him no if you want." he tells you and you blink, then again. Seriously? He’ll let his friend kiss you? Fuck your holes and fill you with his cum? That’s four of the rules out the window. Plus, if he isn’t going to lead Chan through this, then the final one is trashed as well. The thought makes your core clench as you finally look back to the other Australian.

"Goes on." Felix assures you and you take a hesitant step forward, then trot over to Chan who is still looking at you in awe. His hair is brushed up and back some, framing his forehead. You’d have been fine just looking over every detail of his handsome face, but you need even more. Your small hands go to the zipper of his hoodie, and he lets you pull it down. He huffs at your pout when you see he has a t-shirt on underneath.

"It's below freezing out there, baby girl." He tells you, amused by your reaction. You mumble something incoherent, and he laughs. The sound pierces you, makes you let out a small whimper, pushing his sweatshirt off. He continues to watch, amused, casting a glance at Felix who looks just as entertained by you. You take a deep breath, sneaking your hands under his shirt and mewling as your warm fingertips brushes over the ridges of his abs. With his assistance, you remove the shirt completely and Felix sees your thighs clench. While he isn’t thrilled by how turned on you are already, he isn’t too surprised either. You’re honest with him and admitted you almost went to the eldest for assistance before you and Felix got together. He appreciated your honesty, and therefore trusts you. Doesn’t mean his pride isn’t a little hurt.

"Oh, my god." You gasp out, your touch tickling Chan some. He laughs, his gorgeous smile distracting you for a second.

"Can I kiss her, 'Lix?" Chan asks politely and you lean in some more.

"Yeah, I guess." Your boyfriend allows and you let him kiss you. He’s rough, more so than you expected. Chan knows better, he’s there to fuck you, not make love to you. He’ll leave the sensual kisses to Felix. He tilts his head, his hand going to the back of yours and he slides his tongue in your mouth. You cry out at the feeling. He’s good. Too good. You pull back a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

"D-don't do that again." You mutter, your face red. He nods, humming in agreement. Felix snorts playfully. His trust is well placed. Not wanting to step over the line, Chan stays mostly still as you sink to your knees before him. Seeing him shirtless in the grey sweatpants is already sinfully attractive, you wonder what he’ll be like fully naked. An adonis carved out of marble for sure. There’s already a bulge from his hardening cock, but it’s mostly hidden by the thick material. He laughs at your eagerness as you hastily pull the waist band away. Your eyes widen as he steps out of his pants. He’s nowhere near being fully hard, but his black briefs are already straining.

"Fuck." You wheeze. You’re salivating like the wolf you’re dressed as. You fiddle with the tag on the black choker you have on, Felix's name engraved into it. As long as you only fall for Chan's cock, it’s fine. You turn to look back at your boyfriend anyway and he gives you a reassuring smile. He’s looped over every possible scenario in his head over the last month, knowing to almost a T at that point what will make you react in what way. So far, no surprises. Even though to some you haven't been dating long, you spent as much time together as possible, so he knows you well. You have been friends for years before then too.

"C-Can you…" You drift off, wanting to get a good view of Chan's briefs coming off. He smiles and does as you wordlessly requests. He feels a little sheepish under your gaze, honestly, as you ogle him. Adonis indeed. You literally watch his cock harden further under your appreciating gaze. You lick your lips, desperate to wrap them around him. Felix ended up not speaking the rule you have first decides on, but you’re a bit worried about what it’ll do to you to let Chan cum down your throat.

"Can we do something?" Chan suggests snapping you out of your daze. He also looks at Felix.

"Sixty-nine?" He finishes the request and Felix stiffens a bit. Knowing Chan, he might be able to make you cum from that and your boyfriend isn’t sure if he’s okay with that. The eldest is definitely the expert of the group and mastered the art of sex like the instruments he can play. But, when he looks into your big, pleading eyes, he can’t say no. With a slow nod you hop to your feet giddily and Chan chuckles, following you to the bed. He nods for you to climb over him once he’s on his back. Straddling his face, he wraps the tail around his hand just to hold it out of the way. The panties give him perfect access, the fur ticking his cheeks a bit though.

"Sit on me, baby girl." He urges and you lower your hips. You aren’t expecting the immediate pleasure you get from his tongue. He immediately swirling it around your clit, sucking hard. You gasp, falling forward, finding the head of his now fully hard cock in front of you. Once again, your eyes meet Felix’s, and he nods. Eagerly, you wrap your hand around Chan's cock, your fingers not even able to touch. You wrap your eager lips around the head, your jaw protesting some at the stretch. Chan rumbles under you; his strong arms surrounded your thighs to holds you where he wants you. Your moan vibrated through his dick as you get as much as him as you can in your mouth. It’ll be too dangerous for you to let him into your throat, you have to center yourself by finding Felix again. He loves that you keep thinking of him throughout. It’s also more arousing than he thinks it’ll be, seeing your mouth full of his best friend's fat cock. Chan eats you like a man starved and your boyfriend can see the characteristic twitch in your hips that means you’re close. You’re more shocked than Felix that the other man is getting you to the edge so fast. His hand twisted in the tail again, tugging it slightly, and takes your clit between his teeth, rolling it and you fall forward as you cum, swallowing his cock deeper. Chan grins as your cunt drips on his tongue and he lets the tail go, letting your orgasm ride out. When you come down, you pull him out of your mouth, panting for breath.

"Okay, baby girl." Chan eases you to roll off of him, you land on your back, still breathing harshly. Tears prick your eyes, and Felix instantly comes to your side, petting your head softly, shushing you. You look at him, so pitifully, ready to cry.

"Hey, shh, love." His heart breaks seeing you like that and Chan gets up on his knees next to you. He can tell you’re crying from emotions, not physical feelings, but he still feels bad. At the same time, he’s extremely proud of himself for making you cum like that. He’s satisfied the goal he set in the past, not ever thinking to dust it off and complete it. Chan's heart thuds again, this time in sorrow. You’re too precious.

"I'm sorry, Felix." Your breath hitches and he leans down to kiss your forehead, petting your hair. Instantly he feels bad for feeling jealous.

"Love, (Y/N), its fine. I'm not mad." He chuckles a bit to reassure you.

"Really?"

"Yes, sweet. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He hums and you nod, sniffling. Chan finally sees the relationship dynamic you two really have. It’s a dominant and submissive one, but Felix plays the role so softly. And you’re so cute with it, not a hint of being a brat.

"You want to keep going, baby girl?" Chan makes sure and you nod shyly. He smiles warmly and helps you sit up, removing the loose headband so you can stop fiddling with it.

"Can I take all this off her?" Chan asks and Felix nods. You sit there likes a good girl as Chan gently undoes and removes everything from you but the black choker. He even takes the tail off the plug, leaving the silicone toy inside you. The other man also takes the tie from your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders. The way he looks at you actually warmed Felix's heart. He also knows if you asked him, he’d be open to letting Chan in on your relationship. If it’s him…he can share you. That’s something to bring up later though. You shiver a bit, now a tad chilly and Felix smiles, climbing on the bed to hugs you from behind.

"Good girl." He soothes and helps Chan maneuver you to sit on his lap, back to him. Felix places a soft kiss to your lips, and you whine at the feeling of Chan's cock wedged in the cleft of your ass. Felix has decided not to turn the vibrations on, planning it as a surprise. The encounter turns out to be softer than he originally thought it would be.

"What're you thinking, 'Lix?" Chan knows him too well, and can see the gears turning. His eyes meet the eldest's and you look up at him too. His eyes cast to yours. It isn’t a secret that you had a huge crush on Chan about a year ago, but you never pursued it. Little do you know, Chan had liked you too, for a while. He didn’t even piece together, that's what it was at first, but Felix knew. Even when Chan would deny it to himself, Felix knows. Felix can still sense your love for himself, but he also sees how you look at his best friend.

"You want him too?" Felix asks and you don’t understands the question at first. Isn’t that why he’s there? The other man figures it out immediately though.

"Felix-"

"I'm not stupid, hyung." He huffs playfully and his true meaning registers.

"Felix?" you ask him, implying your question in your tone. Are you sure?

"We can discuss it after, but don't feel guilty." Your boyfriend kisses you softly on your cheek under your eye.

"Want him here?" Felix continues, helping you settle on Chan's lap, stroking his fingers through your soaked folds. You nod softly, letting the man behind you hold you in his arms. You feel so secure, even more so with Felix there too.

"Think you can make her cum again?" Felix challenged and the other man smirks.

"Let's see." He nuzzles behind your ear, one of his hands sliding down your stomach till his fingers hits your clit. You whimper as he swirls over it, then slides both fingers home. You sigh as his fingers fill you. They’re thicker and longer than Felix's, but just as talented it seems. His palm rubs hard over your clit as he scissored the digits in you, the pad of one finding the rough spot on your back wall. You twitch when he rubs over it and Felix watches the gears turn in Chan's head. His fingers left your core, rubbing back up to your clit, and he exposed the little nub further. He’s an expert, Felix decides. He learned your reactions instantly, knowing just what to do next. Chan then fucks three fingers into you, harshly presses against your further exposed clit with his palm. His fingers crook hard and up, his palm swirling your clit and you shiver hard, head tossed back to land on his shoulder. You’re close. Once again removing his fingers, he takes your button between two fingers, pinches hard and pulls your nub, and Felix watches your cunt spasm as you cum. The slight bit of jealousy he still feels dissipates when he sees the way Chan looks at you. He nuzzles your temple with his nose as you tremble, kissing the crest of your ear. As you shudder, coming down again, your head rolls so you can look at him.

"Fill her up, hyung." Felix allows, smiling as your eyes widen.

"'Lix~" You reach out for him, Chan still loosely hugging you to him. The eldest smiles fondly as Felix comes to you, the smile on the other’s face is so warm. Chan can tell how much you two love each other, and he’s honored you both are willing to let him wiggle his way in. When he’s within reach, your hands stroke over your boyfriend's pretty freckle covered cheekbones.

"Let’s have Channie fuck you, hm?" He coos, the words racier than his tone implied. You whine with a nod and Chan chuckles softly at your cuteness. You both are so cute.

"Okay, baby girl. Tell me if it’s too much." The man behind you speaks into your ear, his arms holding you closer, his right hand coming to cup your left breast. You never gets much sensation there, but you do flinch a bit when he pinched your nipple. Chan loosens his hold, moving his hands to rest at your hips, and Felix's move to your waist. You let them move you around likes you’re a ragdoll till you’re kneeling, cunt hovering over Chan's cock.

"Good girl." Felix praises, kissing the corner of your mouth as they both leads you to sink on the eldest's dick. The feeling knocks the air out of you, he’s so fucking big. You can’t help but ponder how much bigger he could be if was taller. He whispers soothing words in your ear, Felix kissing over your collarbone. You breathe, using the same technique as when your boyfriend fucks into your ass. Chan groans, your cunt is so hot and tight, and he can feel your slick gummy walls perfectly. It makes you all the more addictive. He can also feel the bump of the plug in your ass through the walls of your cunt. When Chan feels your cervix kiss the head of his cock, he halts your descent, a good inch or two left.

"M-more." You press and Chan rubs circles over your lower stomach. He smirks, he can feel the bulge of his cock already, and you mewl when he presses down.

"You sure, baby girl?" Chan's voice has gotten huskier somehow, deeper, rumbling through you. Felix smirks and lowers his voice himself, bringing his mouth to your other ear. What your boyfriend planned on saying next will probably earn him a playful smack later, but he’s so eager to see your unfiltered reaction. Your eyes are already blank, nothing but cock on the brain.

"Tell daddy how you want his cock." Felix orders you and Chan gasps as your cunt squeezes him hard. He huffs, thinking he misheard what Felix whispered to you at first.

"Want daddy deeper~" You whimper and the men both groan at your plea.

"Yeah?" Felix teases you further.

"Yes, sir~" You plead to him instead and he smiles. You’re too fucking cute. There’s a very specific reason Felix prefers you call him sir during sex, and that reason is splitting you open on his cock. At first, he didn’t want to use 'daddy' because he was jealous, thinking it might make you think of Chan. Especially since you jokingly call the eldest that all the time. But now…everything’s worked out perfectly.

"Okay, pumpkin." Your boyfriend's pet name for you changes and the new word makes your core pulse around the other's dick. Chan knows that you both went full into roleplay mode at that.

"Daddy~" You whine, and he laughs, acquiescing. You yelp when his hips shifts under him better, letting him thrusts up hard, burying his cock all the way in you. Words escaped you, only a string of babbles left you. Felix smiles and shuffles down the bed more. Chan watches, curious, and almost protested as the other man moves. He just let Felix do whatever though. Your legs are spread to sling over Chan's, holding them open. Felix's hands comes to your inner thighs, spreading you further and he marveled at your folds straining to takes Chan's massive cock. Your entire body jerked when he flicks his tongue at your swollen clit, his tongue lightly brushing over the other's dick. The man's arms tightens a bit around you as you slump into him further, and with one more flick of Felix's tongue, you fall apart again. At this point, your cunt is burning from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend knows if you get over the crest of pain, you can just keep on going. After your spasms goes away, he sits back to just watch again, nodding to Chan.

"Ready, baby girl? Want daddy to fuck ya good?" His hand comes to rest under your jaw, putting just enough pressure for you to feel it but not restricting your airway.

"Please!" You mewl, head lolling back and forth. His other hand is still on your stomach, and Felix puts his hands on your hips to help, lifting you slightly and pressing you back down as Chan fucks up. You gasp, your cunt stung from the friction, but the pain is so good as the man behind you rails you. It’s a good thing Felix is okay with Chan joining, you thought later, because you don’t think you could live never taking him again. You’re definitely a size queen and Felix marvels at you taking his friend like a champ.

"Ah, fuck, (Y/N)~" Chan is getting close, and he looks to your boyfriend, asking permission. Felix looks at your fucked out expression.

"Cum in her." he tells Chan, and he gets as deep as he can and lets go. Your stinging core piques, the pain burning into pleasure, and you aren’t sure if Chan filling you with his sticky cum is what put you over or Felix's voice.

"Oh, good girl~ Fuck!" The man moans himself as he feels his cum overflow from your cunt and drip down past his balls and onto the bedding. Felix is still rock hard, not having comes or been touched at all that night, but he’s fine dealing with himself in the shower if you’re too tired.

"Felix!" You reach for him again and he comes back to you.

"What do you need, pumpkin?"

"You…" You pout and he smiles brightly.

"I don’t think your cute little cunt can handle more." He coos and Chan huffs playfully. He’s still hard and really don’t wants to pull out anyway.

"Let’s turn her around." He suggests to the younger man. You cry out a bit when they move you around. When your chest meets Chan's, he sinks back into you, the new position and angle let him sink deeper. You shiver, falling into him and he laughs.

"You're so cute." He praises. He’s content to let you warm his cock, watching Felix scooch forward. His fingers wraps around the plug, and you breathed as if through muscle memory as he pulls it out. It clatters onto the floor from him tossing it. Can your body handle him filling your ass with Chan in your pussy? Guess you’ll all find out soon enough. Your breathing shifts when you feel Felix's cock at your pucker, he barely presses the tip in as he takes the lube Chan has reached for on the nightstand. Drizzling more onto himself, he starts to ease inside you. You shiver, your back hole welcoming the familiar intrusion.

"So good, pumpkin." Your boyfriend praises. To get in you best, he has to swing his leg over Chan’s, but he don’t mind. Chan helps him adjust you some and they both let you adjust to being completely full. Each breath you press out carried a slight moan and your little noises brings grins to both of the men's faces. After witnessing everything, as well as your even-tighter-than-usual canal clenching his cock, Felix knows he won’t last long. Might be for the best anyway considering your physical and mental state. Your nails weekly dig into the skin of Chan's chest where you lay as Felix pumps his hips. His thrusts are short and deep, and your body rocking slightly brushes your sensitive clit against the skin of Chan's pelvis. A defined vein that leads down to his cock gives just enough of a differing pressure as you rock.

"Okay, love, I'll fill you good than you can take a bath. Daddy and I will take care of you tonight and tomorrow." Felix picks the pace of his thrusts up and Chan hisses some as your cunt clenches hard and your nails carve crescents into his skin.

"(Y/N), be a good girl for daddy and cum." Chan's words are all you need, and you come one more time, Felix spraying your insides white. From the tight clench and the wait, Chan is sensitive himself and you cumming makes him fall apart with you two. Even more jizz spurted out from where your body meets Chan's and more of the sticky goo leaked from where Felix is inside you. You’re a complete mess and Felix wouldn’t have it any other way. Your consciousnesses fades, your eyes slipping closed, and the two men praise you for doing such a good job for them. Deciding to just clean you up with a towel for now, Felix helps you rest on your side as you sleep, leaving the blanket off you, your skin still hot. Your boyfriend pets your hair as Chan takes a quick shower and then they switch places.

"Are you sure?" the eldest asks, stroking your hair softly when Felix sits on the bed behind you.

"You love her, right?"

"I-I…" Chan swallows hard.

"Hyung?"

"…yes."

"I didn’t want to admit it before, but she likes you a lot. I know though that she loves me too…I think she deserves the world, but why not throw the moon in along with it?" Felix means every word. He loves you so much that he wants you to be loves twice as much, if not more.

"Well, guess I should change my name to Moon, huh?" Chan huffs and Felix rolls his eyes at the horrible pun.

"Just promise me when you two get married that I can be the best man." The eldest continues and your boyfriend smiles down at you.

"Of course. Wouldn’t have anyone else."

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[toweroftickles]

So I just got out of Sonic The Hedgehog 3, and it was a blast, but I have a rhetorical question.

Tragic backstory aside, did anyone else immediately imagine Maria tickling Shadow to try to make him smile for once? And the ensuing tickle wars that inevitably must’ve resulted from that?

Kidding; I already know you were all thinking about it. You buncha weirdos.

PS. My sole disappointment is that in this entire franchise, Jim Carrey never said the line “SnooPING AS usual, I see.” Not once in 3 movies.

PPS. The new Superman movie looks like ass.

[jeewrites]

WIP Wednesday (posted on an actual Wednesday 😆)

So proud of myself for posting on the actual day!

Thank you @ohforficsake @evolnoomym for the tag!

Remember PP spinning around in his Acacius costume?

Well, I wasn’t joking when I said I was going to put it on a bowl! I screenshotted the video from Coco to get the still images, fought with Canva to remove the background, and finally printed the little decals today. When I get a bowl out of the kiln (everything was still at like a 1000F when I went in today) I’ll apply the decals around the rim so when you spin the bowl, he spins too 😂 I’m so tickled by this silly little project (I really needed it after having to write a “super serious” artist statement for this exhibition I applied for).

I also printed more Acacius in battle armor to make 2.0 versions of the mugs after the holidays!

NPT: @katareyoudrilling @604to647 @maggiemayhemnj

@studioghibelli @lady-bess @ladamedusoif

@immarocketman @inept-the-magnificent

@intheorangebedroom

[bloodlust-1]

Ever read a Halsin x Dark Urge?

No? Yes? Maybe?

Okay - well you will now.

posting a small snippet of what I'm working on as a small teaser ;pp hopefully I can get it out by tomorrow. Oh, did i forget to mention it's a female dom? Yeaah, big boy is ganna have to work for it, LMAO <3

Anywho -

here's a lil something until then :*

EXPLICIT 18+ BELOW!

Tav tilted her head, watching Halsin’s eyes dart around her wet body and then back to her lustful eyes. “You couldn’t handle someone like me,” she teased, a mischievous glint playing in her eyes. “Trust me, I would destroy any innocence you think of me…and maybe it’s best to keep it that way.”

Halsin hummed to her words. Captivated by Tav’s boldness, he felt a wave of desire but masked it with a seductive charm. His voice was smooth as he replied, his words dripping with honeyed persuasion.

“My love,” he began, his gaze intense yet inviting. “Innocence has its allure, but the fire in your eyes tells a different story...Perhaps it is not about handling you but rather embracing the chaos you bring."

He continued, leaning closer to her, his hands resting on her hips, "Even nature's most dangerous of predators has its beauty. You have hunter eyes -" Halsin brought one of his hands to rest on her cheek, bringing her body against his in a tight-knit, "Piercing. Dangerous. But beautiful."

Her breasts pressed against the muscles of his chest and it brought a fever across her cheeks. The sweetness in Halsin's voice was enough to make Tav question her better judgment.

Tav giggled and tickled his muscular arms with the tips of her nails softly, "Mmm, you're so tempting, druid." Tav gently peeled herself away from him. She clutched onto his hands, leading him deeper into the river until the water reached her shoulders.

Tav splashed a handful of water toward Halsin, causing him to chuckle as he playfully splashed back. Laughter filled the night air in this innocent water fight.

To be continued

Full story here

[thesymphonytrue]

Trick or Treat 🎃

Okay here is a draft of first part of my White Coller X Sherlock fic! Lol I really like this scene and wanted to share! I hope to work more on this fic over the holidays as I’ve been working on it over a year now 😂😅

White Collar FBI Office, New York City, U.S

Peter scanned the email again, then glanced down at his CI, Neal Caffrey, in the bullpen. Neal was (or at least appeared to be) diligently working on case files, brows furrowed and leg bouncing up and down with unreleased energy.

Neal did need some excitement. The past few weeks of mortgage fraud cases that required sitting still at a desk was beginning to wear on both Neal and Peter, the former just needing to run around like a puppy and the latter needing some new scenery to keep him from dropping his head on the desk and taking a well-deserved snooze.

But was this newest request too much new scenery?

He read the email yet again:

Agent Burke,

It has come to my attention that you possess one of the best art forgers in the world and I am in need of that kind of expert (I admit my brain does not make room for artistic work other than my daily violin practice, which I feel is sufficient for my line of work).

Would you kindly meet me and my partner at 221B Baker St, London next Tuesday at 1 pm? I have a rather exciting case that I feel your team would be interested in. I have attached the case file for your viewing pleasure. Please respond promptly.

Cheers,

Sherlock Holmes

PS. This is John typing this out and while I begged Sherlock to not use the word ��possessed” in regard to your Criminal Informant, he insisted that particular word be used and therefore, I apologize. We (well, I) realize that Neal Caffrey is a human being and not a tool being used by the FBI for its advantage.

PPS. Yes, I realize how passive aggressive this sounds.

PPPS. We really do need your help with this case, as much as Sherlock would hate to admit it. -John

London. Peter thought.

The last time he was in London, he was chasing Neal. To return to that city on the same side as him would be exhilarating.

But can I trust Neal in a foreign country?

Peter wanted to trust Neal, he wanted to take the road trip across the pond but—

“Hey Peter!”

Peter jerked up from the computer, closed the email, and turned to see Neal casually leaning against his office door, eyes sparkling like he knew something Peter didn’t.

“How long have you been standing there?” Peter asked, already exasperated.

“Off to London, are we?,” Neal said in an impeccable British accent.

Peter groaned, “Neal, knock before you come into my office–”

“Peter,” Neal smiled brightly and stuffed his hands into his pockets, “We’ve been working together long enough that you should know better.”

Peter humphed. Neal had a point. He begrudgingly opened the email and let Neal read it.

“So have you worked with Holmes before?” Neal asked, still bent over Peter’s desk, invading Peter’s personal space.

“No,” Peter said flatly, “And I don’t care to. He seems cartoonish to me. Not real.”

Neal raised an eyebrow, “You do realize you told me I looked like a cartoon on our first day working together?”

“And that hasn’t changed!” Peter said, a humorous smile tickling his lips, “If I hadn’t met you outside that bank, I would have thought you weren’t real either with all the crime you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time.”

Peter meant this as an insult, but Neal, of course, smiled proudly and batted his eyelashes.

“Peter, you flatter me!”

Peter waved him off and returned to the email.

“What do you think of the postscript?”

“Oh John Watson? The writer scrambling to make Sherlock Holmes appear more human? He’s his blogger. And er…partner?”

“Blogger?” Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Partner? As in partner?”

“God, Peter, I don’t know their personal relationship!” Neal’s eyes lit up, “You know a lot of people would think that we are partners…”

“Shut it, Neal!” Peter flushed, cheeks warming, “But on a serious note, what is a blogger and why does a detective like Sherlock Holmes need one?”

Neal sighed, it was a sigh of a younger generation trying to explain something to an older one.

“Watson writes about Sherlock’s cases. It’s quite interesting. I’m not into murder mysteries, so I don’t read them often, but sometimes they deal with high priced art and antiquities and they are quite the dynamic duo,” Neal looked Peter up and down as if examining him, “Perhaps as well matched as you and me.”

Peter met Neal’s eyes, “No one is better matched than you and me.”

For a moment, the mask that Neal wore dropped and Peter could see all the way into his thumping heart. Peter’s heart softened at Neal’s vulnerability, the way he lapped up Peter’s compliment, drank it into his soul, and now it shone through his blue eyes staring at Peter in disbelief.

Peter chuckled softly and gave Neal a pat on the shoulder.

“Well,” he said quietly, “It’s true.”

[mublerr]

The best part of meeting online friend irl from community is that...

You can do every little thing that u told, and you slowly see how it's going to be fun <3~

[hellhoundsprey]

I have been kicking around this question for years now but I’ve never had the balls to ask you. I was just wondering if you would ever accept a commission to write another Fuckpig! story?

Now, this is a message I did not expect!

I just checked; the first FP piece was posted 9 years ago. How is it so long ago already? And sadly, the Coven of Depravity disbanded in 2017.

Mind you, I was never a coven member. (I had been invited. Self-doubt made me decline. I wish I could turn back time, man.) I became the in-house (in-van?) artist, though. But I do not have the same, hands-on relationship to music that the 4 grand ladies have. I did not invent those characters, I do not breathe their air. I can write about them, but not them-them. Ykwim?

Do I love them? Of course.

Have I fever-dreamed about them? Of fucking course.

Do I have a FP Pinterest board I keep pinning new shit to regularly and, most recently, like 2 days ago? Bet.

Could I write about them? Oh hell yeah.

Anon (and, uh, whoever else feels that way?), if you'll have me despite the above points, if you are okay with...well, fanfiction on the Fuckpig!verse—hit up my inbox with what you're looking for and we can figure something out.

Mind you, I also do art and recently have become pretty fond of comics. If that is anything that'd tickle your fancy besides words. (You get a discount for a fic-plus-illustration combo. Hell, you get a fucking FP-discount, too, haha.)

I'm currently in a pretty raw transitional state after a painful breakup and international move but, uh—honestly, probably the perfect set-up to write FP, haha. What I'm saying is, though: things might take a bit longer rn, but if you've got time to spare, I'm here. Doesn't have to be right now, either. My love for FP remains undying.

(PS: Congrats on finding those balls ❤.

PPS: Your message made me so fucking happy. I feel v v magical right now. So thank you, seriously ❤❤❤❤.)

[blitzwhore]

Hi! First, congratulations on achieving 1K followers! Good job, mate! Second, who am I to lose almost free fanfic))))? Let's say, hmmm, romantic, two words will be... "hot night", and word count will be... 427.

PS.: sry for probably bad English!

PPS.: night here is really hot, lemme look..... 37°C (idk what's that in Fahrenheit, sry my Russian ass please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Thank you :3 and please don't apologise for your English, it's not my native language either! I also don't understand Fahrenheit 😂 37ºC is really hot, please take care!

Also, you didn't specify a ship, so I took the liberty to write some Martha x Ms Mayberry because I felt like writing toxic femslash <3 here are your 427 words!

On AO3

Warning: mature

“Fuck,” Mayberry muttered to herself, “heat waves were supposed to be an Earth-specific problem.” 

With two fingertips, she peeled the front of her drenched shirt from her skin. Even her shorts and thighs were soaked with sweat, fuck's sake. 

A scoff came from the floor behind her. “You're in Hell, darlin’, in case you needed a reminder. It's supposed to be hot.” 

She rolled her eyes, refusing to dignify that comment with a reply. 

“Anyway, I thought you were tryin'a kill me? Again? I'm gettin’ kinda bored here.”

Mayberry spun around to glare at Martha, who hadn't bothered to get up after being stabbed repeatedly on the chest. Her shit-eating grin almost made Mayberry want to finish the job, but… what was the point? It wasn't like she could make it stick. The bitch always came back annoyingly fast. And it was way too hot for it to be worth the effort. 

“Just get the fuck out before I change my mind,” she muttered. 

“And boil to death? No, thanks,” Martha scoffed. “At least your floor is sorta cold.” 

The audacity of this bitch—

“Listen here, you whore.” She straddled Martha and grabbed her by the collar, which was sticky with blood and sweat. Martha's coy smile didn't falter. “If you don't shut the fuck up I swear I'll—” 

“You'll what?” Martha leered. “Bore me to death? This is gettin’ a bit old, darlin’.” 

Mayberry growled. 

“Don't call me that.” 

“Why not?” Martha teased. “Does it turn you on?” 

Ugh. 

“You fucking—sex-crazed freak,” Mayberry spat. 

“Maybe.” Martha's fingers were suddenly trailing up her bare thigh. “I'm not the one who gets off to killing you, though.” 

Mayberry growled, hating the way that touch made arousal pool in her crotch, which was very much still pressed flush against Martha.

“Not that I'm complainin’,” Martha said. “I always thought you were pathetic, but I gotta admit, it's kinda hot when you go all crazy on me, darlin’.” 

Mayberry grabbed the dagger still lodged in Martha's chest. Martha just grinned defiantly and trailed her hand up to the front of Mayberry's shorts, tickling. 

With a snarl, Mayberry let go of the dagger and slid her hand down. 

It's the heat, it's just the heat, she told herself as she groped Martha's boob, squeezing her nipple hard through her drenched blouse. 

The slut never even wore a fucking bra. 

Martha grinned triumphantly. “That's more like it.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Mayberry barked. 

Martha unbuttoned Mayberry's shorts. She gripped Mayberry's hips, pulled her closer—licked her lips. 

“You'll have to make me, darlin’.”

[ofallthingsnasty]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-KciIbk_oA&pp=ygUWcG9tZXJhbmlhbnMgdHVnIG9mIHdhcg%3D%3D

This is one of my new fav videos of two Pomeranian puppies playing tug of war and I just imagine basement wife having TWO purse dogs and they’re playing tug of war like that. She thinks it’s so cute and adorable until she realizes what they are trying to rip to shreds is one of Crocodile’s ties whoops 😬

(I love how the doggos in this video are literally just…potatoes with legs)

link to the video - oh goodness, that is so cute 😭💕

part one, two and three of basement wife and puppy, minors dni

Hold on, hold on - first we have to talk about the fact that he got you two puppies, not one? My, you must have been exceptionally good for him. Husband of the year award would probably go to Crocodile if it wasn't for the fact that you're with him against your will 😭

Two little dogs... How much they'd light up your drab life. Always playing with each other, chasing the other through the halls, vying for your attention. You could just watch them all day, even while they're napping. You'll probably try your best to put together toys/parkours with what you can get your hands on (but always careful not to damage anything, you put everything back into the proper place lest Crocodile catches you). Bracelets and heavy jewelry get re-purposed to drape them on your little poms, anything to tickle your brain and get a least a smile out of you. Whenever he's in particularly good humor, he leaves some treats around so you can train them (or at least try to, with how inconsistent it all is) - paw, spin, jump, and your favorite: kisses - they're pretty much all you have and you pour all of your love into them.

But you're not the only one getting bored - it's not like you can take them out for adventures, so your territory is also theirs. And a little dog explores that all too quickly, especially a sassy one like a pom. You'll find them going through cupboards you never knew they'd be able to reach, hiding under the sofa or sitting smack-dab in the middle of it, ruining the bed, fighting over your socks like they're made out of precious metals. It makes you a little sad to see them confined to the same hamster wheel that you are, but all you can do is let them have their fun and clean up after them. (Because when Crocodile catches on, he likes to punish both you and them by keeping you apart. The dogs, like you, are decoration, something to put a smile on his favorite possession's face, so they better not piss into some corner or tear apart the expensive cushions of his favorite chaise.)

So when you notice that the fabric they're fighting over is way too tight to be a sock - and worse yet, finely patterned in a way you recognize - you try to save the remnants, desperately telling your tiny pups to stop, stop, stop before their little teeth can tear the tie to shreds. But it's too late - it's already full of dog saliva and clearly chewed on at the edges, coupled with the distinct smell of animal, not your husband's favorite cologne.

He's not a man you want to hide this from (not to mention that you have no place to tuck it away, nothing truly belongs to you in this place), because he'll figure it out as soon as he'll search for that particular one some day. A punishment is inescapable - but would turn way worse if kept away from him. Disobedience and dishonesty are grave offenses to a man like Crocodile, offenses that might result in you losing your little companions if pushed too far. So you gasp and bear the bloody welts on your ass and the cock shoved down your throat out of frustration right afterwards - anything to make it up to him, anything to keep them.

[annahxredaxted]

Me and Milo are gonna get freaky yall think I’m kidding. If I ever got my hands on that man. OH MY GOD THE THINGS I WOULD DO I would definitely peg him if he asked me to. The way I’m not kidding. The way I’m literally dead fucking serious. The way I wanna lick the hair on his head and tickle his pickle. The way ik his pp BIGGGGGG I KNOW THAT HO IS HUNGGGGGGG I KNOW IT DRAGS WHEN HE WALKS I KNOW IT DOES. HE HAS TO TIE IT UP BC ITS SOOOOOO BIG BEST BELIEVE I KNOW WHERE THATS GOING BEST BELIEVE ID LET HIM SPIT IN MY EYE AND I PROBABLY GIVE HIM A STANDING OVULATION omfg

Me when milo :

[candy-for-the-win]

((This is Amber, Anneliese’s candy acid trip demon :pp))

“I’m gonna tickle you~”

[[ OOOO-!!!]]

“I don’t think I wanna get touched today.”