#ss tickling

[shadowbrightshine]

When the Lord in Black tells me to go and kill people but my silliness is too big. (He's turned black oh no I'm so dead he's about to murder me.)

[dreamingticklee]

Squealing Santa 2023

Happy Holidays @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers !!! I hope you enjoy your gift and that I fulfilled your prompt to your liking! Hope you have had a wonderful holiday season and I wish you the happiest new year! Enjoy! 🎄

And big thank you to my dear @hypahticklish for another year of hosting @squealing-santa ✨️

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Ler!Gabriel/Lee!Sam

Words: 829

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"So, Sammy boy, what'll it be?"

The devious voice of the archangel teased it's way into Sam's brain, causing a bright blush to rise to the surface of his skin. Limbs spread apart towards all four corners of the bed by an invisible force, Sam knew he was in for it. (And maybe he wanted to be.)

"I, um...mhmhmhm...don't know."

Gabriel feigned surprise. "You don't know? Well, now, that just won't do!" He slowly sauntered closer to Sam's prone, vulnerable position on the bed and his expression grew into a tantalizing smirk. "Here, tell ya what, I'll be nice and help you figure it out. Now, let's see..."

Gabriel reached out and let his hand hover over Sam's unprotected armpit. He took one finger and tauntingly circled it around, just merely an inch above contact, to which Sam sucked in a breath trying to hold in his creeping laughter, the anticipation already too great to handle.

"Hmm, how about here?" The archangel landed a few ticklish pokes in the stretched hollow.

Sam gasped with a squeak. "No!"

"No? Not there? Then should I try..." Gabriel moved his eager hand to the side of Sam's ribs with a sudden quickness and squeezed in a pulsing succession. "...here? Is this what you want?"

Jolting up with a startled laugh, Sam balked at the tazering zips that shocked his ribcage. It wasn't fair that just a few accurately pinpointed squeezes already had him squirming like bait on a hook. "Stop it!"

"Okay, okay." Gabe took his hand away...only for it to come back seconds later for one more taste and Sam squealed.

"Aww, how adorable."

"Gabe!"

"Yes?"

"I-"

"You want me to tickle you so bad? All you had to do was ask!"

Not wasting another second, Gabriel's fingers started making quick work to skitter all over Sam's stomach. Sam's body began to dance with uncontrollable giggles brightly shimmering out of his chest, sounding like music to Gabriel's ears and fueling his fire. The tips of his practiced fingers knew just the right amount of speed and pressure to effectively dismantle his prey.

"This is one of your favorite spots isn't it?"

"Shut uhuhup!" Sam felt a wave of heat rush to his cheeks. Gabe wasn't wrong, it was just rude of him to say that out loud.

"You know what I think would make this even more fun though?" With a flick of the wrist, Gabriel tossed the hem of Sam's shirt up, exposing a strip of skin. Taking a big, dramatic breath, the archangel leaned down and connected his lips to Sam's quivering tummy and blew.

Sam busted out into loud laughter, arching his back.

Gabriel smirked against Sam's skin. "Aha, that's the ticket, huh?" He blew again. And again. And again.

The tingling vibrated into Sam's veins and sent a thrill rushing through his system. It seemed like with each raspberry blown onto his sensitive skin, the ticklish feeling grew and grew, radiating from his glowing core.

"Ahahahaa!! Stop it!"

"No can do, Bucko." Gabriel continued blowing raspberries all over Sam's middle while also deciding to bring his fingers back into play, scribbling them up and down Sam's sides. He relished in the growing changes of pitch of Sam's laughter with each new raspberry placed.

A few moments had passed when, without warning, Gabe came to a sudden stop. "You know what? I think we're missing something." And just like magic, four hovering feathers appeared, two by each of Sam's feet. Under the Trickster's control, the feathers were put into position and made contact, two feathers stroking the sole of each foot while the other two feathers began sawing through both sets of toes.

The soft, yet torturous tickles sent a new wave of sensation through Sam's affected body. "NoooOOOHOHOHO!"

Gabriel let out a smug, contented sigh. "Ahhh, that's much better! Now, where was I?...Oh, yeah!" Pfffft.

Sam screamed. The combination of Gabriel's playful raspberries and nimble fingers attacking his torso with the new addition of the teasing feathers having their way with his feet was absolutely lethal. His nerves were alight with ticklish demise and he couldn't do anything but writhe around on the bed and laugh his heart out. But that's what was so thrilling of it all. Sam was used to being the hunter, not the hunted. And now here he was under the playful, silly control of his "predator" and it was always an exciting feeling.

Suddenly, a new voice coming from the doorway broke him from his thoughts.

"Need an extra set of hands?"

Sam gasped. "Dean, NO!"

Gabriel laughed as his tickling came to a pause. "Well, hey there, Deano! I think Sam would definitely love some help with his armpits."

"No problem." Dean made his way over to the head of the bed.

"Nonono NO! Stop this isn't fair!"

Gabe scoffed. "Since when do I ever care about being fair?"

Pffffft.

Renewed screams and laughter filled the room once again.

[sunnykeysmash]

nerd thing to say but my favorite part of today's ep was that they defined the word "sorry" as "to make better the feelings" I thought that was pretty cool

[giggly-squiggily]

For your Puffs event (btw amazing name! much love!), I'm currently traversing the absolute HEARTBREAK that is BSD S5 and I could really use some fluffy Shin Soukoku right now. So if you're willing, perhaps just some general fluff/love with the sentence starter "Why are you so clingy today, weretiger?" 🥺

Thank you in advance, friend! 💖

*Kicks door in with fluff* I GOTCHA NYM! One dose of cuddly Shin Soukoku to help mend the pain! I'm sorry s5 is proving to be such a heartbreaker- I'm here for you always! <3

Warmth spread over Akutagawa, a comforting weight settling into the curve of his body as a whiff of clover and spice touched his nose. White hair brushed into his chin as Atsushi tucked against him, letting out a soft sigh.

“Why are you so clingy today, weretiger?” Despite his words, Akutagawa reached up, running his fingers along the soft tufts of hair. “Didn’t we go through this earlier this morning?”

“Hm.” Was all he got in reply.

“And then again as I was getting dressed? You clung to me the entire time.”

“Hmm..”

“I don’t…despise it. Your closeness.” The brunette huffed, cheeks warming at the minor confession. “But I do wish to know what’s gotten into you today.”

For a moment, he was sure Atsushi was asleep, never to reveal his answer. Then he felt the weretiger pinch his hip, making him huff with a laugh.

“Can’t a guy love his boyfriend, Ryu? Not everything has a reason.” Atsushi sat up just enough to meet his eye. “I haven’t seen you all week, and when we are home sharing the apartment, we’re both far too tired to do more than kiss goodnight. I’m severely depleted on cuddles and making up for it today!” With a nod, he buried his face back into Akutagawa’s chest, snuggling further up with a smile.

“....You are a strange one, weretiger.” Akutagawa tipped his head back with a resigned eye roll, the corners of his lips twitching upward as he let his hand drift, rubbing soothing circles into Atsushi’s back. “Very well. You’ve made a compelling argument- and I am too comfortable to move…”

“Heh, just as I planned.” Atsushi leaned up to kiss his neck, a brief peck that sent little shocks along the brunette’s nerves. “Now you’re trapped and forever to be my bed!”

“Hm.” This time, Akutagawa merely answered with a kiss on his forehead.

Send me a pairing a sentence starter and a pairing and I'll write a 300 word dabble for it!

[happyandticklish]

hello I am once again thinking about and am very honored by all the fics of mine you linked in that recommendation list you made awhile ago 🥹 thx that’s all now I’m off to reread the SS fic you wrote me again

DUDE you don't understand what your fics do to me sometimes, it is not fair how good you are at writing sometimes. It can't possibly be healthy for a person to get as flustered as I do reading through them

If I were not deathly afraid of people finding out about The Thing, all your fics would go right on the refrigerator door. They've earned their place 😤

[magicaltickles]

THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL

Gave me the freaking tingles, I hate it here

[llycaons]

went back into the tags saw jiang cheng as the virgin mary

[redr0sewrites]

NNN Hcs with the Dc Batboys

🥀A/n: exactly what is sounds like‼️ i love writing no nut november hcs sm-

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader,

🥀Cw: smut, teasing, switch!reader, use of the term(s) prince/ss in Bruce's pt, dirty talk

🥀divider: @chachachannah <3

🥀minors dni

Dick Grayson:

bringing up NNN to Dick definitely raises a brow- at first he's a little confused, you don't want to have sex for an entire month? who would ever want that?

once you explain it though, i think he'd be really into it. he's definitely a little pouty that he can't even masturbate, and would probably complain if you were abstaining from sex without telling him why. once you convince him to join you though, he starts taking it very seriously

Dick has a bit of a competitive streak, so i definitely think he's in it to "beat you". he's teasing you endlessly, trying to get you to give in before the month ends (and theres definitely a high chance of him outlasting you)

actually suuuuuch an unfair tease, like genuinely he's soo annoying throughout the month. you walk by him wearing shorts? he's kneading your ass and giving it an appreciative slap. you don't have a shirt on for any reason whatsoever? he's coming up behind you and groping your chest, whether you have boobs or not, and whispering filthy things in your ear.

he's also big on teasing you in your sleep- you can't tell me Dick wouldn't have the biggest somnophilia kink ever so he's absolutely trying to get you worked up while your asleep, in hopes of you waking up and giving in

i honestly see two outcomes: he either makes it to the end of the month, or he gives up about 3/4 through. i feel like Dick has a pretty high libido, but i also think he has really good self control and can resist temptation so there's definitely some internal conflict on his end.

it gets to a point where, at the end of the month, because his libido is so high and he's been untouched for so long, he's like tweaking out over every touch and is becoming veeerrryyy needy and sensitive. this is probably the time period where he's most likely to give in as he's just soooo sensitive and can't even touch himself to get off! you have a much higher chance of getting Dick to give in once he reaches this threshold, and if you play your cards right he'll be squirming.

if he does make it through the month, expect to be woken up at 12:01 on the first of december with Dick humping your thigh and whining in your ear. he's NOT in control right now, he's way too needy and sensitive, and he's definitely okay with letting you use him to get off- he needs to cum just as bad as you do

gives you the most AMAZING orgasms after waiting a month, he's mounting you like an incubus and rutting into you like his life depends on it until your both whimpering and overstimulated ♥️

he's probably gonna be a little mean too, considering you made him wait soooo long <\\3

"hnhah- ffuck." Dick's soft breath tickles your ear as he nips at the lobe, his hips rocking heavily against yours. "c'mon, baby, you can give me another, please.." his cock twitches against your tummy, tip sticky and wet from previous orgasms.

"Dickie, i just came-" you whine, yet your body betrays you as your hips roll up to meet his. he chuckles breathlessly against the soft column of your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses into your sweat-soaked skin. "please, baby? jus' one more, f'me?" his tone is teasing, but you can tell he's desperate as you feel his cockhead twitch again. with a soft giggle, you nod, and Dick wastes no time in aligning himself with your hole. "you ready, hun?"

"mhm," you hum, and he slides in. your hole is already wet from previous orgasms, it had felt too good for Dick to not cum inside, and that only aided his sloppy thrusts as he rutted against you. your eyes flutter closed as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and Dick ducks back down to whisper in your ear as your orgasm draws closer. "so pretty, s'good for me, made me wait so long for this... ffucck- y'gonna cum for me, honey? gonna take it all?"

Jason Todd:

Jason is honestly a wild card, i think it could go a multitude of ways honestly depending on how you feel

when you suggest the idea to him, i either see him being a tiny bit petty and lowkey deciding to fuck you every day of november OR take it as a challenge and being determined to make it through the month with no screw ups.

if it ends up being the latter, than i feel as though Jason has a higher chance of succeeding then losing. i don't think his sex drive is super high, and he's also pretty stubborn, HOWEVER, you are his weak point, and if you end up teasing him or begging him, i can picture him snapping and fucking you

either way, he's at least making it through half the month if not longer.

the only way you'll get him to give in is if your REALLY desperate, because he could never see you needy- so teasing him or pleading with him to fuck you is probably how you can get him to break

i also see him teasing you, but only subtly. he'll wear those low rise sweatpants he knows you like around the house, he's shirtless more often than not, and somehow his hands always seem to find place on your thighs... what lovely coincidences!

Jason struggles more with not fucking you than not being able to masturbate. i honestly don't think he does so very often, so it wouldn't be much of an issue, but not being able to fuck you? not even being able to give you head? drives him insane.

all in all, Jason cares more about your satisfaction than his own. could probably go the whole month without your interference, but is probably pent up by the end of the month

speaking of pent up, he's going to be insane at the end of the month because you made him wait. probably going to be more dominant than usual, BUT he's still really gentle and sweet because he knows your sensitive,,, so its a win!

the first time he cums after no nut november he swears he sees stars, probably praises you to the moon and back over how perfect you are

i think he'd wait until the next day to ravish you, he'd let you both get your sleep, but encourages you both to take the day off and spend the day in bed catching up on lost time. december first is going to be a LOVELY day for you,,,,

"s'that feel good, baby?"

"ffuck- yes Jay, fucking me so good-" you whine into the pillows, drool soaking the fabric as Jason pounds into you from behind. strong arms frame your form as he fucks you, his dick just perfectly touching your g spot/prostate with each thrust.

"aren't you- hnghh- glad you took the day off? relaxed a bit?" Jason huffed, his breath tickling your ear as he tightened his one handed grip on your ass. "y'should let me take care of you more often, especially after waiting so long..." he coos, and you let out a strangled moan as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten faster and faster.

"y'gonna cum for me, pretty?"

"y-es, please, Jay-"

"shh, s'ok, me too, we'll cum together, okay honey?" he soothes, rocking against you as the bed frame quakes.

"gonna fill you up so nice," he murmurs under his breath, white curls plastered to his sweat-slick forehead. "gonna make you cum for every day i couldnt..."

Bruce Wayne:

Bruce is making it through the month, no questions asked. it does not matter how deeply and truly he loves you, this man is IN IT TO WIN IT. he is absolutely making it through the month and will not budge i fear

theres a few nights where he's pent up and irritated after batman-ing and considers giving in, but he never does

when you first suggested NNN to him, he's probably a bit lukewarm to the idea, but whatever makes you happy 🤷 ngl he probably thought you were mad at him and this was a punishment or something at first😭

he honestly didn't think you'd end up actually going through with it, and if you end up giving in at some point in the month he'll definitely feign disappointment

"such a shame, i thought you were challenging me to this...game."

he's absolutely evil when it comes to teasing. he'll come up behind you and press gentle kisses on your neck, his large hands holding a firm grip on your waist, only to pull away with a practiced, professional smile as you begin to curl into his touch <\\3 he also plays up the Brucie Wayne persona, and is a lot more subtly seductive in an attempt to get you to break

keeping a firm hand on your lower back in public, giving you gifts (specifically lingerie, with a note attached that states, "for the end of the month"), and overall being a bit more possessive

when the month is over??? PREPARE. it's late, almost 2AM on december first, and the second he returns from patrolling he's finding you. doesn't even take the batsuit off, hell, he probably fucks you right there in the batcave, bent over the batcomputer. he's a little harsher than usual, and definitely more needy. he also tells you to take the day off, so he can.. spoil you for the entire day <3

let me just say, after so long of abstaining, he FUCKS, and he fucks you hard. you swear your seeing stars with each thrust, and he's genuinely insatiable. probably wants to breed you too... doesn't matter if you can get pregnant or not, he's fucking you full of his cum

the desk beneath you rattles with each thrust, and your thighs tremble as large, gloved hands find purchase on your soft skin. the rough, cold temperature of the leather provides delicious contrast to your lust-warmed skin, and you let out a wanton moan as Bruce thrusts heavy and deep inside.

"you like that, doll? like making me wait?" he practically growls in your ear, and you let out a stuttering moan.

"n-no, please, s'too much-"

"aw, poor thing. can't even take my cock... guess it has been a month after all, you'll need some time to get used to it i suppose." you roll your eyes at his cockiness, but just as you go to spit back a retort, he rolls his hips against your again. you shudder, clenching around him as his pace speeds up.

"so good f'me," he coos, almost cruel in his ministrations as he rubs harsh circles into the soft flesh of your thighs. Bruce's thrusts increase in pace, his tip rearranging your guts as the coil in your stomach begins to tighten.

"o-oh! 'm gonna-"

"fuuck, i know, prince/ss. cum for me," he whispers, moving one hand to the small of your back, pushing you down more firmly against the desk. "you can take it."

[bunnysunshines]

Hey I’m bunny and this is my yap place. I’m Bi and a switch so everyone message me!

Will rp with you just new to it so be patient with me:3

Send me asks too! Tell me your nastiest thoughts and ask me things!:>

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KINKS

cnc, k!dnap, ddlg, intox, bondage, degrading, praise, oral, drugging, dumbification, somnophilia, rope play, whimpering, overstimulation, daddy k!nk, mommy k!nk, puppy play, nipple play, tickling + more

HARD LIMITS

Anal

p!ss and all that stuff

actual !ncest

(I don’t send!)

All of my posts are fantasy!

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

ss anniversary made me think about Kur!Zak and i just really wanted to draw @rhythmantics 's kur!zak design that lives rent free in my head (there is something about their portrayal of benevolent but intimidating unearthly Zak that just tickles my brain)

also their Adult!Zak design slap so hard

[eoieopda]

interlude: sundown (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader summary: as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives. au: darksided (masterlist), established relationship type: drabble | smut + fluff word count: 1.9k rating: 18+ cw: pov switch, min yoongi gets pegged 🙌🏻, afab!reader, needy & subby yoongi, v soft dom!reader, praise kink unlocked!!, anal fingering, sex w/ strap on, k*ss*ng (eek!) a/n 1: you thought i’d get through a(u)gust without a yoongi fic? pleaaaaase. this is part of the darksided series, so i recommend checking out the other installments first, just so you have all the context. this can be read as a stand-alone drabble, though! this one takes place after blindsided, btw. a/n 2: i don’t spend much time talkin’ ‘bout prep due to the word limit, but it is both implied & v important. be safe! 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You can’t say what came over you. It wasn’t a conscious decision, you know that much. The only explanation you can fall back on is that the feral part of your brain simply took over, and your inner construction worker popped out to say hello — but that’s not entirely accurate.

In reality, it was less of a greeting and more of a “Damn, baby! That ass.”

Mere meters away, your boyfriend is bent over the bookshelf he’s been working hard to assemble — a task you were politely banished from executing, not thirty minutes ago. When he finally registers what you just blurted out, he stands back up to his full height and glances over his shoulder at you. His expression lands somewhere between bewildered and tickled fucking pink.

“Did you just catcall me?”

“I — I think…” You’re more shocked than he is, it seems. Blinking slowly doesn’t help you process your actions any quicker, so you give up and grimace through your admission. “I might have?”

Of the two of you, it’s Yoongi that truly has all the audacity in the world. After setting his screwdriver down onto the coffee table, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and bites back a smug grin.

“You think you know a person after seven entire years of dating,” he tuts. “Then, they turn around and harass you — in your own home, no less.” Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he shakes his head and sighs, “Life comes at you fast.”

For a second, all you can do is stare at him with your incredulous mouth halfway open. It’s the most that anyone should expect from you at a time like this, when he’s looking at you like that — characteristically semi-flustered, and still so unshakably self-assured. With narrowed eyes, you opt to hone in on the former.

“You’re out here smuggling cake in broad daylight — looking downright bite-worthy —”

Peeling yourself off the couch, you cross over to him with your hands raised defensively. When you reach him, you plant those same hands on your hips and heave an exasperated sigh.

“What was I supposed to do? Pretend otherwise?”

Yoongi arches an eyebrow but says nothing, simply aiming his flat-lined smile your way. All it takes is your slow, expectant blinking for him to take the hint. Just like that, you fall into a well-practiced routine: him opening up to pull you into his chest, you lacing your arms around his waist, his chin resting gently against the top of your head.

And even though you haven’t left the house all day, this is the first moment that truly feels like home. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s —

“Bite-worthy, huh?” 

You can’t see his smirk, but you can hear it. 

“Surely, this is not the first time this is being brought to your attention.”

“It’s not,” Yoongi concedes. His low chuckle tickles every vertebrae on its way down your spine. The tingling only intensifies when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “I just haven’t heard it from you before. You’re behind the curve, so to speak.”

You pause for two reasons: the subtle genius of his phrasing and the new bit of trivia he seems to be alluding to. Is he — ?

“You’ve pegged?” You ask, glancing curiously up at him. 

The answer wouldn’t surprise you one way or another. More than anything, you’re impressed that the two of you still find things to learn about each other. That you can spend the better part of a decade with someone, side-by-side, and never run out of new conversations to have.

When he tilts his chin to look down at you, his expression is a perfect mirror of yours.

“You haven’t?”

Yoongi’s head crashes back against the pillows before his sigh can slip fully from his mouth. The impact seems to knock it loose; it floats away, above your bowed head. The sound gets lost somewhere underneath that of your open-mouthed kisses trailing so fucking softly across the bare skin of his chest. 

If his heart stops with every flick of your tongue over one of his nipples, you resuscitate him just as quickly with praise.

Apparently, being told he’s beautiful has the same physiological effect on him as a shot of epinephrine.

“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans from deep in his chest when your mouth ventures far enough to kiss the tip of his cock. That action is fairly chaste, all things considered, but the way his pre-cum shines like gloss on your lips is beyond obscene. 

You smile with your eyes alone as you take him into your mouth — and you think he’s beautiful? 

He can’t think of a single prettier sight than you and your fluttering lashes, looking up at him like he’s the one that hung the stars in the sky. Ridiculous. It’s him that frays a little further at the edges with every glance down at you.

Pulling away with a lewd pop, you murmur, “You can be more vocal than that, can’t you, baby?”

Oh, god. 

The smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart leap and his cock twitch. Untouched, it jumps and re-settles against his abdomen.

“Yes.” He fires off his response like a bullet at point-blank range, and you chuckle quietly at his eagerness. Breathless already, he amends, “Fuck yes.”

One eyebrow arches just enough to indicate that you expect a more detailed response. He should know better by now, shouldn’t he? He’s teased you this way a thousand times before, and it’s about time that he tastes his own medicine. Acknowledging that fact, he stoops to begging.

“Please. I want you to fuck me open with your fingers.”

Nodding appreciatively, you trace your finger along the underside of his shaft and leave him on the brink of losing his goddamn mind. He’d gladly let you drive him insane this way, but you take that hand away and gesture for him to turn over. As you do, you hum, “And I want to see you on your knees, love.”

Yoongi takes your instructions and runs with them, barely careful enough to avoid knocking you backwards off the bed in the process. He settles on his knees, then looks back over his shoulder just in time to watch you pop the cap off the bottle of lube.

You look nervous, though you try to hide it. He’s no stranger to that worried crease between your eyebrows; and he can’t help the downward curve of his mouth when he sees it.

There’s never been — and will never be — a person he trusts more than you. Careful, perfect, sweet. You couldn’t hurt him even if you tried, and he knows without question that you never would. You, however, seem less sure of that.

Yoongi has to twist back around to do it, but he cradles your jaw in his hands and kisses you deep, with everything he has. 

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours a second time. It carries more meaning than that; he suspects you hear each one.

I trust you.

It’s okay.

Already reassured, you whisper back to him with darkening eyes, “Elbows on the mattress, then, Min Yoongi.”

To say that he collapses against the comforter would be an understatement. He’s certifiably boneless the second your fingertips trace down the length of his spine, though his hunger for your touch starts him shivering.

“Relax, sweet thing,” you tell him. To encourage him, you lean forward and press your lips to the small of his back; instantly, you soothe the tension his body holds as if you’ve flipped a switch. It’s automatic, just like the low groan he emits when you murmur, “Good boy.”

The quiet that follows is ultimately interrupted by the faint slosh of liquid. He has to beg himself not to clench at the mere thought of your slicked fingers, so he instead lets his mouth fall open when he feels them glide over his rim. Needier than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, Yoongi whimpers. 

It’s a pathetic little sound, but he doesn’t dare to try and swallow it down. He’ll give you everything; every pleading sigh and shuddered moan, all of it.

And — as a courtesy — he’ll refrain from calling you a liar because there is no fucking way that you haven’t done this before.

It’s simply unbelievable with how expertly you navigate the intricacies of his body, applying perfect pressure where he craves it. With the way you translate his incoherent whining to a plea for more, giving him exactly what he wants.

Two fingers deep, you tease, “So greedy, aren’t you baby?” 

But there’s no harshness to your tone, so soft around the edges. In fact, your little snicker suggests that you’re impressed. It takes all he has not to cum at the sound alone.

“Just for you — ” He responds through gritted teeth, blissed-out eyes squeezing shut. “— F-fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”

When you slip away from him, he proves your point, whining petulantly. You soothe him with an affectionate squeeze to his ass cheek, chuckling all the while. “Should we fix that, then?”

Yoongi has no idea what words he slurs in an attempt to answer that question, but he hopes he tells you how badly he craves your cock. He must, he figures, because he hears the telltale glide of the nightstand’s top drawer when you pull it open.

His head lifts from the blankets below to catch a glimpse of you settling the harness over your hips. For a moment, he forgets when, where, and who he is. The only reality he can currently comprehend is the one in which you’re running your fist down black silicone as if it’s a part of you, spreading slick from a bottle. 

But then you disappear from his line of sight, leaving him disoriented. He misses you already.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees.”

The mattress dips under your weight, signaling to him that you’ve settled behind him once again. You tap the length of the dildo against his skin, prompting him to groan. Still teasing, you ask, “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, angel?”

Shit, shit, shit. 

Yoongi feels the tip hovering near his hole and he can’t keep his racing heart in check, so desperate that he’s practically vibrating. Your next words pull him further apart; they sound especially filthy in your light, almost reverent tone.

“Show me how well you can take me.”

He plans to do just that.

Slowly pushing back against you, Yoongi sinks down your length until that indescribable fullness leaves him starry-eyed and keening. After a few measured breaths, the ache subsides and gives way to pure pleasure.

Your praise is gentle, though the effect it has on him is earth-shattering. “Just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

Withdrawing, he leans forward onto his elbows just to repeat the motion, losing himself more and more with every pass.

“Shit,” he hiccups, head drooping so that his forehead meets his forearms.

He only grows more eager when your hands claim his hips. You guide his body back to yours every time he leaves; whispering little wishes that he fuck himself the way you swear he deserves. 

You must hear his ragged breaths over the clap of his skin against yours and sense that he’s close because you hum, “Sweet thing. Are you going to make yourself cum?”

Yoongi shakes his head fervently, although not for the reason you might think.

“Want you to,” he begs on an exhale. “Please, make me cum. N-need you deeper.” 

Small hands flatten against his shoulder blades and press him further down against the bed. With fists full of the sheets, Yoongi gives you a desperate nod, signaling you to take over. 

And you do — without the hesitation he saw in you earlier, proving for the millionth time that you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

And he does — with a cry, so delirious and fucked out that he goes boneless underneath you.

When his body eventually stops trembling, Yoongi feels you pull out of him. He hears the quiet click as you unfasten the harness. Shortly after, his senses are overwhelmed with the warmth of your body coming down gently to cover his, warding off the emptiness that started to settle in your absence.

“You’re perfect.” You mumble with lips pressed to his sweat-slicked neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Funnily enough, he was just thinking the same thing about you.

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A Little TLC ~ Squealing Santa 2022 ~

Ho ho ho! Hi @silviesilviesilvie it’s me, Santa!! Oh dearest friend, I very much enjoyed bouncing around your prompts and creating this for you and I hope you enjoy your gift and have a very merry christmas and a wonderful new year! <3 Biggest thanks and applause to @hypahticklish for hosting, your hard work has not gone unnoticed and I appreciate you! @squealing-santa

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Lee!Ed, Ler!Stede

Words: 2.5k

It was a relaxing evening at sea, golden sunlight gently caressing the water, creating a dancing glimmer on the surface. Ed's eyes sparkled in the reflecting light as a calm ocean breeze played with his hair, combing through it like a comforting hand. In his zen-like state, Ed took in a deep breath and stretched back with his arms reaching to the sky. He wouldn't admit it out loud (he's fucking Blackbeard) but here in this moment, he felt truly happy.

"How's it feeling, Ed?" Stede's voice cut in.

Ed, still stretching, turned his head toward Stede. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Had he been caught basking in the moment?

"Your stab wound." Stede moved his arm to point at the exposed area of skin below the hem of Ed's leather jacket.

Ed quickly brought his arms down from their stretch as he looked down at the scabbed mark on the left side of his stomach. It had been about a week since Ed had performed his signature maneuver to "avoid all the important bits" in a raid against a Spanish ship.

"Oh, it's fine."

"Hmm…mind if I take a closer look?"

"Uh, sure, go ahead."

Stede started to slowly bend down until he was at eye level with Ed's middle and gingerly placed a hand on the side of Ed's hip.

Ed froze. Something about Stede's hand at his side and the way Stede's face was so close to such a vulnerable part of him felt so…intimate? Stede's focused eye contact was making his skin tingle under the surface.

Suddenly, Stede stood back up straight and looked into Ed's eyes.

"It's looking a wee bit red still. Does it hurt at all?"

It took Ed a second to snap his brain back into focus.

"Oh, uh…I don't know. It's fine, Stede."

"Would you mind if I cleaned it a bit for you? Don't want it to get any more infected." Stede's voice was so calm and full of care, Ed couldn't help but agree to letting him.

"Sure, if you want to."

________

Down in the captain's quarters, Ed was laying on the couch, with Stede kneeling at his side, and Ed was trying his best to be nonchalant about being asked to pull up his shirt. But he would be lying if he said the action of doing it under Stede's watching eyes didn't make him blush.

Stede had a soft piece of fabric to use as a rag and a small bowl of water, in which he mixed in some lavender soap (he knew it was Ed's favorite.) He dipped a portion of the cloth into the soapy water.

"Ready? Let me know if it stings at all, but it should just take a moment."

"Aye aye, Captain."

Stede huffed a laugh and tenderly brought the wet cloth to Ed's skin.

Oh, Ed thought, that feels…nice.

Stede, ever so careful, dabbed the fabric along Ed's healing wound. He was trying his hardest to not hurt Ed at all, but when he took at quick look at Ed's face, he could see that Ed looked relaxed, and Stede let out a quiet breath he didn't know he was holding. The fact that Ed was willingly letting him care for him like this and, seeming to enjoy it, made his heart swell.

As Stede continued his cleaning, they made soft conversation, and once Stede had felt he had sufficiently cleaned the area, he grabbed another cloth to then begin to dab it dry.

"There," Stede smiled, "all clean." He set down the cloth and gently brought his hand back down, letting his thumb take a few soft swipes on the skin around the wound to ensure that he had dried it properly.

And Ed jumped with a gasp.

Stede quickly stopped and pulled his hand away.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Ed stammered a bit. "Uh, um…no Stede, uh…no, you didn't." Ed cleared his throat.

A look of doubtful confusion graced Stede's face. "Ed, are you sure? Your reaction seemed like I had hurt you…"

Ed signed before admitting, "It wasn't pain, Stede…," his blush from earlier creeping back onto his cheeks.

"Then what….oh." Stede's eyes went wide with surprise and a smile started to grow on his face. "Ed, are you ticklish?"

Ed let out an embarrassed groan and closed his eyes, his whole body going hot now as the blush took over his entire being.

"Hmmmmmm somethinglikethat." Ed quickly confirmed in his best attempt to seem casual about it.

"Oh, Ed," Stede smiled fondly, "it's quite alright to be ticklish. Almost everyone is somewhere!"

Stede playfully gave Ed's tummy a quick scribble and Ed jumped again with a little squeak.

"Stede!"

"Alright, I'm sorry," Stede smiled in apology and pulled his hand back, "I won't do it again."

Stede shifted and stood from his kneeled spot next to Ed on the couch, grabbing the bowl of soapy water and the makeshift rags he used to clean Ed's wound. He began to make his way to the ship's washroom, but Ed's voice stopped him.

"Stede…"

Stede turned back around to look at Ed still laying on the couch.

"Yes, Ed?"

Ed didn't know how to say it. He felt like he physically couldn't. He wanted to curl up into a ball of embarrassment and be swallowed by the couch. But Ed wanted it, and knew Stede would stay true to his word unless he said something.

Ed opened his mouth to speak words, but when nothing initially came out, he sighed and brought his hands up to hide his face.

"I…don't want you to….not."

Ed could hear the slow, confused footsteps of Stede coming back to his form on the couch.

"You don't want me to not….what?"

Letting out a huff, Ed squirmed in his spot on the couch. He was hoping that'd be enough for Stede to get the hint. Goddammit.

"I don't want you to…not…t-...." Ed cleared his throat again and took a breath, "....tickle."

The footsteps stopped and it was quiet for a few seconds, but to Ed, it felt like a lifetime.

"Ed," Stede said softly, "do you want me to tickle you?"

Ed made a noise behind his hands and brought his knees up before letting them drop down to the couch again and then gave a small, hesitant nod.

Hearing the footsteps walk towards him again, Ed felt Stede's presence settle next to him with the dip of the couch cushion as Stede sat himself on the edge next to Ed's legs.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Ed. Why, I happen to think it's actually quite fun!"

At that, Ed shifted some of his fingers to take a peek at Stede and was met with an expression so sweet and genuine that he could hardly stand it. He let out a little whine and moved his fingers back to fully hide again.

Stede giggled, thinking Ed looked absolutely adorable, and brought his hands to hover over Ed's still exposed belly, letting his finger tips just barely graze the skin. Ed's body stiffened in anticipation underneath him.

"And of course I'll tickle you."

Stede started to lightly wiggle his fingers against Ed's tummy and Ed squeaked, his back arching up for a moment before falling back to the couch. He began squirming back and forth, a flood of giggles starting to stream from his lips. The skitter of Stede's fingers on his bare skin felt like tingling, electric sparkles and oh was it a fun feeling. And the fact that it was consensually deliberate, that Stede was wanting to do this with him, made every sensation that much more sweet.

Sweeping and spidering his quick, light fingers all around Ed's belly, Stede was beginning to giggle himself, the act of tickling Ed bringing him so much joy.

Suddenly, Stede darted his hands down to test a few quick squeezes on Ed's hips and was rewarded with a surprised squeal.

Ed's hands shot down from his face and he lurched forward, his reflexes instinctively making him grab at Stede's wrists to pull them away.

Stede stopped instantly and let Ed take a breath.

"Is that spot too much, Ed?" Stede asked sincerely.

Ed paused and let go of Stede's wrists. "Um…no, not too much…just tickled a lot...but in a fun way."

A smug look made it's way onto Stede's face.

"Hmm. How about a game then?" Stede gently pushed down on Ed's shoulders to lead him back to his laying position on the couch. He then cupped his hands around Ed's elbows and maneuvered his arms above his head before letting go and sitting back. Stede smirked.

"Keep your arms up, Ed."

Ed's eyes went wide and he bit his bottom lip, already fighting back more giggles at those words.

"Mmmhmmhmm, and…what if I can't?"

Stede raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers. "I think we both know the answer."

That made Ed pull his hands down to hide his face again when, "Shit!," he put them back up above his head. 

Stede laughed. "Trying to lose already, Ed?"

"Nohohohooo…"

"Don't worry, there are plenty of tickles to come."

Stede started again slowly, following a circling pattern around Ed's tummy, letting his fingers wander around the curve of Ed's sides and up across his ribs.

As the ticklish sensation kept building, Ed was fighting his arms from trying to come down and interfere. He truly didn't want to interfere, but this game was proving already to be quite difficult.

But then again, maybe he did want to lose to see what Stede's punishment for him would be…

Stede's voice snapped him back from his own inner battle. "I can see you're trying so hard for me, Ed," Stede let out a little mischievous chuckle, "but shall we up the intensity a bit?" His fingers now started to quickly skitter around Ed's torso, jumping around from spot to spot, with the occasional surprise armpit tickle that made Ed's arms jump down halfway before managing to bring them back up again.

Squirming around with more vigor, Ed felt like he was being electrocuted with tickles, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his arms up as the zipping sensations coursed through his body. Ed's laughter was freely pouring out of him and it was wind in Stede's sails.

"Now, Ed, what was it that I did before that made you squeal? Hmm…," Stede continued his tickling as he pretended to think, "Was it this?" He jumped his hands to Ed's underarms and gave the centers a quick taser with his fingers.

Ed squawked and his arms jumped down again, but just as quick as Stede's hands were there, they were off to the next spot and Ed brought his arms back up and gripped the pillow sitting against the arm of the couch for dear life, bracing himself.

A squeeze to his ribs.

"This?"

A vibrating, clawed hand to his belly.

"Or was it this?"

Pokes going up and down his sides.

"Was it here?"

Ed was about to combust. All the various changes of tickles and sudden movements from spot to spot and the smug teasing had him faltering, his grip on the pillow going white-knuckled.

"Ah! I remember!" Stede, in his utter delight, didn't wait another second before jumping back down to squeeze at the junction where lower tummy met hips.

A high pitched squeal rang through the air as Ed's arms came crashing down, pillow still in hand, and it smacked Stede in the face.

There was a sudden still and quiet in the room. Ed looked at Stede with wide eyes realizing what he had done, and the eyes that looked back at him with rising eyebrows told him one thing: he was in trouble.

"Now, Edward…" Stede began, and just those words alone already sent Ed into a giggling, playful beg.

"Stehehede! Nohoho, it was an accidehehent, I promise!"

Stede narrowed his eyes, teasingly skeptical. "Mmhmm, I don’t know Ed. I think I see your nose growing." He grabbed the pillow out of Ed's grip and flung it across the room in a display of joking outrage. "This definitely calls for punishment!"

Shifting from his place at Ed's legs, Stede flipped himself around so that he was sitting on Ed's chest. Placing his hands back on Ed's hips, he began to repetitively squeeze.

Ed went ballistic. His legs were flailing about, unable to do anything about the shocking jolts that had taken full control of his body. He tried to arch his back, but with Stede's weight now on his upper body keeping him in place, he couldn't do much else besides push at Stede’s back with his hands. The way Ed couldn't even see Stede's ticklish movements seemed to make it even worse.

"Fuhuhuck!! This isn't fahahahair!"

"I don't know, Ed, this seems perfectly fair to me! It's not my fault you're so adorably ticklish."

Shit, Stede's teasing was getting to him so badly, and paired with the insanely tickly pulses ruminating into his bones, Ed was in tickle Hell (Heaven.) His eyes squeezed shut as his bubbly shrieks got higher and higher in pitch with every evilly calculated pinch at his hips and it wasn't long before he was in full hysterics.

"Steheheheede! Nononono nahahahaha! Shihihit!! I'm sorryyyy!"

And just like that, everything stopped. Ed's legs slumped back down to the couch as Stede's weight lifted from his chest and was replaced with a gentle hand rubbing up and down his side.

Ed's remaining giggles continued to filter out past his lips as his chest heaved in order to catch his breath. He slowly started to come back down to earth and opened his eyes to see a softly smiling Stede looking down at him.

"How are you feeling, Ed?"

"Hmhmhmhmmm, you're mehehean."

"Oh? Is that right?"

Ed nodded.

"Well," Stede continued, "just know there's more to come. That was just punishment for hitting me with the pillow. I haven't given you your punishment for bringing your arms down…"

Ed's eyes went wide.

Stede chucked. "And I'm going to have to keep checking and cleaning your wound…that is, if you'd let me?"

Ed looked directly into Stede's eyes and was met with a hopeful, questioning stare. This caused a new flush to rise to Ed's cheeks and his heart fluttered. Knowing that Stede was wanting, and was essentially asking, to tickle him more had his insides vibrating and he was filled to the brim with a childlike glee.

Ed excitedly squirmed under Stede's gaze. "Hmhmhm um…might have to check it frequently…just to be sure."

Stede beamed. "Of course, Ed." He then stopped his hand rubbing Ed's side and gave him a couple pats on his tummy. "How about we go and have a nice cup of evening tea and relax for a bit, hmm? Then we can take care of your other punishment later tonight…and, mayhaps, I can look at that knee of yours..." Stede winked.

Oh, Ed couldn't wait.

[ltash]

Take my breath away

Simon"Ghost"RileyxReader

Warning: Explicit 18+, Non con and DubCon themed, sex..

The door to the janitor's closet slammed shut with a resounding thud, the noise reverberating through the small, dimly lit space. You were pressed against the cold, unforgiving wall, the force of it causing your breath to hitch as your sternum collided with the hard surface. Your eyes fluttered, rolling back involuntarily as a mix of fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins.

His presence was overpowering, dominating every inch of the cramped room. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the musk of the enclosed space, filled your senses, making it hard to think of anything else. His thick, husky voice echoed in your ear, low and dangerous, each word wrapped in a blanket of barely restrained intensity.

"Wot did I tell ya about behaving, rookie?" His hot breath tickled your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as the roughness of his tone contrasted with the soft brush of his lips grazing your skin.

You could hear the rustling of fabric, the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being undone. The click of metal against leather was deafening in the silence, amplifying the tension that hung heavy in the air.

Your breath caught in your throat, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as you struggled to find your voice. It came out shaky, barely more than a whisper. "Ss-sorry," you stammered, the word trembling on your lips as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pressing tighter as you stood there, helpless against the force that had taken hold of you. The moments stretched on, each second weighted with the unknown, as you awaited whatever came next.

You were pressed harder against the wall, your feet lifting off the ground as he groaned low in his throat, the sound reverberating through your entire body. The pressure against your chest made it difficult to breathe, every inch of you pinned by his overwhelming presence.

"Tsk tsk! Can't make things up now with that sorry," he growled, the sound laced with dark amusement, his teeth grazing your earlobe in a way that sent jolts of electricity down your spine. The sharp edge of his tone left no room for argument, his voice carrying a weight of authority that made you instinctively shrink back, despite there being nowhere to go.

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips, betraying the fear and helplessness you felt. The sound seemed to spur him on, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as his large, gloved hands moved up your sides. They were rough, commanding, as they found their way to the swell of your breasts, cupping them with a firm grip that sent a shudder through you.

You barely had time to register what was happening before the sound of fabric tearing filled the small room. Your shirt was ripped open with one swift motion, the buttons popping off and scattering across the linoleum floor. The cool air hit your exposed skin, the sudden chill contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from his body.

Your shirt lay in tatters on the floor beneath you, a silent testament to your vulnerability. His gloved hands lingered, rough against the softness of your flesh, each touch sending a jolt of sensation through you, amplifying the tension that hung in the air.

"Sir!" you squeaked, your voice trembling, barely above a whisper. It was a desperate sound, more a plea than a protest, your fear bubbling up as you struggled to find any semblance of control.

"Ssh, ssh! Kitten," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet laced with an unmistakable warning. Before you could utter another word, his hand came up to cover your mouth, muffling the shrill sound that had escaped your lips. The leather of his glove was cool against your skin, its scent mixing with the sweat and fear that clung to the air around you.

"Don't invite your friends over," he whispered in your ear, his tone almost playful, yet the threat was clear. The closeness of his breath made your heart race, pounding in your chest so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

With his hand still firmly pressed against your mouth, you felt utterly trapped, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. The dark, confined space of the closet seemed to grow even smaller, closing in on you as you fought to steady your racing thoughts. The only sound in the room was your ragged breathing, shallow and uneven, as you tried to process the situation unfolding around you.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply as if savoring the moment. The warmth of his breath ghosted over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You felt him inhale, his nose brushing against your collarbone as he took in the sweet scent of your body wash. Lavender—his favorite. The subtle fragrance clung to you, delicate and soothing, but in his presence, it felt like a weapon turned against you, something that only made you more vulnerable.

His own scent was a stark contrast, a heady mixture of sweat and gunpowder, raw and intoxicating. It filled your senses, clouding your mind and driving you to the brink of insanity. The scent was all-encompassing, pulling you into his world, one that was dark, dangerous, and utterly consuming.

Each breath you took was filled with him, every inhale laced with the essence of who he was—uncompromising, relentless, and impossible to escape. The juxtaposition of his rugged masculinity against the softness of your own scent heightened the tension, making every second feel like a drawn-out eternity.

His face remained buried in your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he continued to take in your scent, almost as if he was imprinting it in his memory. The sensation was maddening, a mix of fear and something else, something you didn’t dare to name but could feel growing stronger with every passing moment.

Your bra was unclasped with a swift, practiced motion, and you heard it land somewhere behind you, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. Your pants were tugged down, the fabric sliding over your skin as they were removed, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. The cool air hit your thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between your bodies. With one quick, brutal motion, your panties were torn away, the sound of ripping fabric sharp and final in the confined space.

"There's my good girl," he whispered, his voice a low, rough murmur that sent a shiver through your entire body. The words, though soft, held a power that made your breath catch, a mix of command and dark praise that left no doubt about who was in control.

You felt the tip of his cock, hard and unyielding, pressing against your folds from behind, teasing you with an agonizing slowness that made your heart race. The sensation was electric, your nerves on fire as anticipation built with every passing second. Your eyes rolled back, a wave of pleasure coursing through you, overpowering any lingering fear or hesitation.

Your head fell back against the wall, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, your body responding instinctively to his touch. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, each teasing movement pushing you closer to the edge as you gave in to the storm of emotions and desires that had been unleashed.

Without a warning, he thrusted into you deep. From the tip to the hilt, his cock buried deep inside you. Your pussy clenched around his length, you were lifted off the floor, your head resting back on his shoulder. He made you see stars as your vision blurred.

He groaned lowly, the sound rumbling from his chest as he let out a sharp exhale.

“Dammit..”

He bit back a curse, holding you up with ease as he gave a subtle, but firm squeeze of your hips.

His grip tightens on your hips as he begins to move, each thrust hard and commanding, a testament to his disciplined and unyielding nature. His breath is hot against your neck, a low growl rumbling in his chest with every thrust.

"Fuck you!" you gritted your teeth.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Ghost's lips at your words, his thrusts becoming more rough and urgent, a mix of adrenaline and amusement coursing through him. "That's the idea, love." He grunts, his voice low and rough.

"I will report you to Colonel." You yelled.

His grip on your hips tightens, his movements becoming more controlled and deliberate, a subtle warning in his actions. "Colonel knows what I'm doing and why. He won't stop me." He growls in your ear, his tone confident and unwavering.

"Please. Stop! Don't do this to me." You sobbed.

Ghost's movements falter at your sobs, his grip on your hips loosening as he looks at your distress. He sees the fear and pain in your eyes and hesitates, a flicker of doubt crossing his features. "Look at me."

You turned around. Your little body is trembling. Your breaths are shaky.

Ghost's expression softens as he looks at you, his heart aching at the sight of you so broken. He reaches out and gently wipes away your tears, his voice gentle but firm. "I'm not going to stop, not until you understand."

"Please be gentle." You whispered. Your face flushed with heat.

Ghost's expression gentles, his hands slowly caressing your body, gentling his touch. He enters you slowly, his eyes locked with yours, intensifying the emotional connection. "Wrap your legs around me."

You did what he said. You started kissing him with fervor and passion.

He returns your kiss with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close as he starts to move inside you, his thrusts slow and gentle at first, gradually increasing in pace and depth as he loses himself in the moment. "I've got you," he murmurs against your lips.

"Oh my god. Yes." You moaned breathlessly.

His lips curl into a smirk at your moan, his movements becoming more deliberate as he responds to your cries of pleasure. He reaches down between you, stroking and pressing against your clit with his thumb, heightening the sensations.

"Oh fuck!" You whined.

His grin widens at your reaction, his movements becoming more insistent as he drives into you, his thumb continuing to circle your swollen bud. His breath grows hotter, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me."

"Awww!" Your mewls and whines consumed the room. Your eyes rolled back. Your face contorted in pleasure.

As you reach your climax, Ghost's thumb presses firmly against your clit, sending you over the edge. Your walls clench around him, milking his cock as he buries himself deep inside you, his own release following closely behind. "FUCK," he roars, filling you with his seed.

"Your breathing slowed down as you came down from your high. "That, That was the best sex I ever had." You hid your face in his chest.

"Did anyone hear us? And I have no shirt. How will I go out of this Janitor's closet?" You whispered.

Ghost chuckles at your question, nuzzling your neck before pulling out from you and gently cleaning you up with paper towels. "Soundproof… I made sure…" He grins mischievously, then unbuttons his shirt. "Wear this. It'll be big on you anyway."

"Thankyou Sir!" You took his shirt and wore it. You slipped your pants up and set your hairs. You pressed a kiss on his cheek. "See ya around Sir." You winked.

Ghost watches you adjust yourself, his heart swelling with affection as he sees you wear his shirt. He smiles at the kiss on his cheek and the wink that follows. "See you around, kid," he says softly, opening the door for you. "And remember, our secret stays between us."

"Sure!" You winked before you left.

Ghost watches you leave, a satisfied grin on his face as he admires the sway of your hips, knowing he was the last to have his hands on that beautiful body.

He came out shirtless with only his cargo pants. Soap was passing by. "Aye! LT! Are you planning to kill the girls tonight with this body."

Ghost raises an eyebrow at Soap's teasing comment, chuckling lightly. "Maybe I am, Soap. You never know," he replies with a smirk, flexing his muscles playfully. "But don't worry, I'll spare some for you."

[minniesmutt]

⭐︎ ━━━ TOO SWEET

⭐︎ ━━━ SS + WC: 8 + 0.3K

⭐︎ ━━━ CW: UZZLANG FOR POSE REFERENCE, IMPLIED PREVIOUS SEX, STALKING, HARASSMENT,

     “She’s still blowing up your phone?” Y/n asked as she laid against her boyfriends bare chest

     “Don’t know. I muted the conversation.”

     Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms tighter around him. “How are you feeling about this whole thing?” the singer asked, hands rubbing along her back 

    “Not super happy. Why?”

    “You’ve been comforting me for the last week, I just want to make sure you’re okay too. I know I’ve been drained so I bet you are.”

     “Honestly, the whole weed thing did concern me for you but now this shit Haeun and baby is what’s draining me,” Y/n sat up and looked at her boyfriend. “What if turns out she’s right and her daughter is your kid. Is this going to be a whole legal thing? Are you going to leave me and —“

     “I wouldn’t leave you,” Hyunjin cut her off, sitting up and holding her in his lap. “Especially not for her, okay? She’s more than likely a crazy fan and I’ll get a restraining order against.”

     “But what if the baby is yours? Your career is just starting so you won’t have much time for a kid which means child support — which honestly seems like what she’s after.”

     “We’ll figure it out. The company already has a lawyer and I gave them my DNA swap. She should be getting alerted soon.” Hyunjin told her

     “What are you hoping for?” Y/n asked 

     “I’m hoping she’s lying and the kid isn’t mine. That she’s just a crazy fan,” Hyunjin sighed

     “Hmm,” Y/n hummed as she wrapped her around his waist, “I still want to hit her for calling me a hoe.”

     “Please don’t babe,” Hyunjin said and kissed the top of her head. “You don't have any more classes today, right?”

     “No. Finished for the day.”

     “Good.” Hyunjin smiled and laid back, rolling them over. Immediately started to kiss her neck.

     “Hyun!” Y/n giggled

     “Your mine,” Hyunjin laughed with her, holding her hips. 

      “Your hair is tickling me!” 

      “Too bad.”

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[simpinghour]

Shigaraki as your plug 🍃🌱

Shigaraki x reader, Mentions of oral sex, squirting, orgasm, weed

So before you get into this, I want to say that I am so sorry I've not been able to post. I am completely disabled. I'm smoking day and night bc gabapentin doesnt do shit for pain and I cant function any other way.

With that said, I used the voice to text to write most of this but it's still hell on my hands bc I had to use my laptop to edit and my hands are why Im disable. theyre numb as shit as i type this and i gott be up in four hours to go to the ss office.

but im high and is horny hours so here you go, Shigaraki x reader, Mentions of oral sex, squirting, orgasm, weed

Shigaraki is a creepy sort of dude, there's no denying it. But there was something about him that you liked all the same.

Then came the day where some drunk dude thought nothing of shoving his hand up your skirt and groping you at the cub.

By the time Shigaraki was done with the guy, he’d been left cowering in the alley with a broken hand and a busted nose.

He gained more of your respect after that.

It doesn’t hurt that he always is willing to give you free weed. But he always wants to linger at your place for longer than is needed for a regular drop off.

You’ve long suspected that he has a thing for you. Today you’re absolutely sure he does. He brought you some new strain that everyone has been raving about. You have Darkwave playing on low and you’re both reclined on your bed. Shigaraki’s hair tickles your bare calf and his fingers have been suspiciously inching closer and closer to the hem of your shorts.

“Do girls like it when you go down on them?” He asks, completely out of the blue.

Normally you’d be shocked, but the weed he brought has you literally locked into place among your mountain of pillows and squishes. Plus the vibe of the synths in your ear, the fairie lights strung among the floral garland in your room and the sweet sandalwood incense mingled with the dank weed is a delight for the senses.

“Some do,” you reply airily. “And some don’t. I understand why though; it’s only good when you have someone who knows what they’re doing and if not, they’re willing to learn.”

“Ah,” he replies in that oddly rough voice of his. His dry fingers are rubbing along the top of your thigh with more vigor now and you can hear Shigaraki swallowing hard.

“Does that mean you’re willing to teach?” He asks.

“Does that mean you’re willing to leave?”

“Yeah.”

You unceremoniously shift around to kneel up in bed and slip out your shorts and panties. They’re tossed to the floor and you grab a pillow, arrange it so you’ll be comfortable and lie down.

Shigaraki is staring at the entire scene unfold and there’s a strange glimmer in his red eyes. Your pussy has already begun throbbing as it’s been a while since you’ve had any action and you suspect that you’re dripping onto the sheets already.

Shigaraki isn’t even shy— he immediately slides flat onto his belly, slips both arms beneath your thighs and plants a hot, wet mouth directly upon you.

You don’t know if it’s beginner’s luck or what, but he suspiciously finds your clit with deft precision and somehow knows to warm it up gently with the flat of his tongue before aggressively sucking and licking away.

You’re secretly ashamed to admit how much you want to moan by the idea of letting your creepy plug eat your pussy like it’s dessert and do a damn good job.

And then Shigaraki sucks the underside of your clit in a way that forces a yelp out of you. It’s not long before shame leaves your body the way water escapes a popped balloon.

You barely recognize your own voice when you tell him to use his fingers but not go too deep. You’re sure the bastard is smirking the way he inserts two fingertips inside and nudges them juuust right into your g-spot, but you can’t tell because the sensation send a jolt so fierce throughout your entire body and now you’re clutching onto your pillow with both eyes squeezed shut.

Shigaraki seems to know he’s got you where he wants you, because your thighs are easily coaxed up into the air.

Between the perfect fingerwork combined with the perfect lips and tonguework on your now engorged clit, your orgasm hits you faster than you can anticipate. One moment you were sucking in air, trying to cope with the floaty sensation of being high combined with the hot, wet nasty feeling of someone’s open mouth completely engulfing your genitals without it hurting, and the next you were screaming Shigaraki’s name combined with incoherent gibberish as your pussy spasmed and spurted around his long, thick fingers.!

Eventually you realized Shigaraki had turned on the fan and lay back down next to you, in the same before when his soft blue hair brushed against your calf.

He kept going until you begged him to stop, and the only thing you could register was the soaked sheets beneath your ass and the way your body continued to tremble.

[anianurst]

Then to Now

Summary: The progression of Yoichi and your relationship told through your line of sight

A/n: i was on tiktok when i thought of this little piece :) i'd like to write some more bllk things in the future! more specifically i'd like to write a bllk smau so if you know anything about that hmu!! i have this story in mind but I'm not sure on how to actually create the fake media ss

Warning(s): none

then

Yoichi knows that he isn't the best-looking guy. He's average at best. Average in terms of grades, looks, and social standing. He knows that there are guys out there that draw more attention to themselves naturally.

But then again, he's just in high school, a small part of life. He knows that these school years go by quick and that people who peak now always end up misreable later on in life. He knows that he's not one of those people.

But as he watches you laugh with some of your friends, glowing from the sunshine behind you, he wishes that he were one of those people who naturally drew attention to themselves. He wishes he were taller, more built, more everything!

He knows that someone like you doesn't even glance at him twice when you enter a room. No, people look at you first, and you probably (if even at all) look at him last.

And he's right. Yoichi isn't someone who naturally draws your attention, someone who doesn't really register in your mind. You know of him, but you don't know him. You know that he sits behind you in class, that he's on the soccer team, that he gets semi-ok grades, and that's about it.

Every time the two of you are in a room, you're the first person who Yoichi looks for whereas your gaze always ends up on him last.

now

Where is he? you think to yourself. Minutes seem to drag on as you stand by yourself near the refreshment table. People talk and mingle all around you, but you don't really care for them. Not when your fiance is somewhere around here.

"Stupid me," you grumble, swishing your drink around. You ended up coming to this charity event earlier than Yoichi (which you're now regretting not waiting for Yoichi) and were quick to strike up some conversation with Reo and Seishiro. It wasn't long before the duo were swiped away by some donors, leaving you all on your own.

And now, you're here, waiting for your fiancé to arrive and wrap his arm around the small of your back before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. A defeated sigh escapes from your lips as your shoulders drop and a pout makes its way to your face.

Your pity party doesn't last long before the doors to the hall are kicked open, and there's a bustle among the crowd. There's excitement, and you swear that your heart beats faster as you catch a glimpse of dark black hair.

Dark black hair that you love running your fingers through. Hair that always tickles your neck as Yoichi snuggles further into your body at night. Hair that has started smelling just like yours since Yoichi's always using your shampoo, saying that he loves to smell just like you.

Before you know it, your body's moving forward and towards your lover. Through the crowd, you catch glimpses of him and see him smile and greet other guests with Meguru by his side. His blue eyes are bright and shining, and the room starts to feel warmer like the sun itself has decided to come down from the sky and place itself in the banquet hall.

"Yo!" you try to say, but your voice is drowned out by all the excited guests as they awe at the great striker. You try to weave through the crowd and you grumble as you're seemingly pushed further away from your love.

It's not something new; you being pushed away from Yoichi because of the public. The more he seems to achieve, the more he seems to get further away, and more attention is thrown his way. All eyes turn to him the minute he steps into the room, and you, too, turn to look at him, your cheeks always turning a little rosier.

Letting out another sigh, you stop trying to get closer and simply stand and watch with a defeated smile as Yoichi signs things and shakes hands. Turning away, you figure that you'll give him time before trying to reunite with him later.

You only take four steps before you hear your name called out from behind you. Everything passes by like some romantic moment from all those shojo animes you watch as you turn and Yoichi steps toward you, his eyes warm and cheeks flushed red at how pretty you look.

"There you are! I was looking for you, but then I got swarmed by everyone," he grins boyishly, and your heartbeat beats widely in your ears as your eyes widen. Unconsciously, you hold your clutch a little closer to your chest before you're also smiling brightly at your fiance.

"I was looking for you too," you say before Yoichi's grin grows ten times bigger to the point that the ends of his eyes crinkle. He wraps an arm around the small of your back and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. You giggle as you catch a whiff of strawberry.

You're still the first person that Yoichi looks for when the two of you are in a room. Now, it's a little difficult to spot you because there's always a crowd of people separating the two of you, but that doesn't keep you away from him for long since he, too, is the first person that you look for when you step into a room.