#ss tickling

[riisume]

Hello @randommusicalfluff !! I'm your @squealing-santa for this year!!

(NSFM & MINORS DNI)

I haven't drawn for DR in a looong time, it felt so nice to be able to draw the characters again! x)

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed drawing it!!

And a super happy holidays to you!! :D

[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."

[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.

[mars101]

S1E16: y/n fell even more

WRITTEN PART -> (0.7k) -> ss after text

OUTSIDE ON THE SNOWY PATHWAY WERE YUNHO AND Y/N. The two hand in hand enjoying the comfortable silence between them. Y/n's eyes wandered around, gazing at the snow falling while Yunho's eyes stayed glued onto the sight of her.

“I used to hate the cold.” Y/n said as she uses her other hand to bundle herself deeper in the scarf around her neck. “Last year on our trip, it was me and Liz inside sipping on hot chocolate while everyone else was outside.”

Yunho makes the two of them stop in their tracks as he moves to stand in front of Y/n. “What changed this year?” He says with a teasing smile.

“Come on, do I really have to say it?”

“You know what I want to hear,”

“You..” She grudgingly says.

He leans down closer, turning his head so his ear is right by Y/n's lips, “I'm sorry, what was that?-” Yunho's smile stays glued on his face as he feels Y/n's breath tickle his ear.

“Oh my god, it's you! Some guy named Jeong Yunho came along this time and made this year different.”

“A bad kind of different?”

Y/n's hands rest on Yunho's cheeks as she turns his face so that they're eye to eye. “It's the good kind of different.” At her words, Yunho nudges his face closer so that his lips plant a soft peck on Y/n's own lips.

Despite the cold feeling that the flakes of snow bring around the two lovers, they feel nothing but warmth from each other through their connected lips. Yunho can't help to engulf Y/n's face in his hold as he parts their lips so he can plant little kisses all over her skin.

“Oh my god! Yunho- You're drowning me with kisses-”

“What a way to go then,” He cuts himself off to leave one last exaggerated kiss on Y/n's lips. Smiles are shared through the kiss, and giggles escape their mouths as they continue on walking together hand in hand.

“These two are disgusting by the way..”

“Mingi shhhh-”

At the sound of whispers, the couple (actually, it was only y/n..) turned their heads to the source of the sound, and all they saw was a bush shaking and the view of a phone case with a large cat charm sticking out the top of the bush.

With a confused but knowing expression on her face, Y/n turns back to Yunho but before she could say or do anything, her foot slips on a thin sheet of ice making her land into Yunho’s arms. Again.

A gasp escapes Yunho's mouth as he looks down at Y/n with stars in his eyes. “You know what this means, Y/n? The Earth thinks you're meant to be in my arms..” He leans in to kiss her once more, but before their lips touch, a hand on his chest stops him.

“Do you see them??” Y/n whispers against his lips.

“S-see who..? Who's there..?” He tries to move his head to look, but instead, Y/n's hand grabs ahold of it.

“I don't know- But I do know I see San's stupid phone case I bought him.”

“Oh! Are they watching? Let's see how long we can stay still before they say something.”

Y/n lets herself go limp in Yunho's arms, “Are you sure you can hold me for so long?” In response to her words, Yunho decides to lift up Y/n's legs to fully carry her.

“I could do this all day.”

“Can you guys just kiss instead of doing whatever this is, please??”

As the couple turn their heads they're met with the sight of an annoyed Wooyoung standing with his hands on his hips, Mingi sitting on the ground with his hair and hoodie covered in snow, and San wearing a hat, sunglasses, and fake mustache while holding his phone up.

“…Yeah, sorry, Y/n and Yunho, I'll put my phone away..”

synopsis = the ‘college experience’ for some it includes joining a frat/sorority or parties every night or drowning in the amount of school work. but for y/n it means making a podcast with her friends…

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[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.

[swifty-fox]

“Okay,” he finally says, “I believe you.”

“What?”

John settles back down onto the grass with a grunt, on his stomach this time and face turned towards Gale’s hipbone. The wings of his shoulderblades spread and flex as he rests his cheek on crossed arms. “I believe you, that I’m not like your old man.” 

“Cause y’aint.” Gale picks up his book, needs something to fill his hands so he doesn’t do anything stupid like pluck the stuck blades of grass from the captivity of John’s curls.

“I’d kill him for you.” John offers, “Just say the word and I’ll,” he points his thumb and finger and mimics firing, “pshoo!” 

It sends a cold shiver down Gales spine despite the summar heat.

“Luckily for you, I’m in no need of murderous services.” 

John grins up at him but Gale can see the angry center of him; the same protective sense of justice that had the brunette charging an armed SS Guard to protect Gale. 

Eurydice takes her fate into her own hands in this version of the story.

“I think if I stop drinking I wouldn't be able to be me anymore.” 

“You always were you John.”

The other man has no answer for that, staring down into the grass that tickles his lashes with quiet contemplation. His teeth worry his lips, pinching the tender skin until a red slash of blood splits across it. Gale takes the toothpick from between his on teeth and replaces John’s own flesh with it.

“Here, eating your lips won’t solve anything.”

John bites the toothpick until Gale hears it splinter. 

“For what it’s worth,” Gale says, slipping his fingers between the pages of his book and returning to his spot on the page, “My father was a mean sonofabitch sober too. Had nothing to do with the whiskey. If anything it made his aim worse.”

“If you’re so good at dodging how come you went and got your plane shot down?”

Gale kicks John hard in the ribs but he’s laughing and Gale is laughing and the sands of Africa and his father's fists are suddenly far, far away.

-KfaK (31k WIP)

A soft moment between the boys (Despite some hard convo topics) before I go and hurt them again

[yuikomorii]

I remember a translation of ayato that whats like an after story of what happen after lost eden and it was yui reading a book waiting for ayato to come after the lesson with richter the he come and lift her upto bed and i dont quite remembered well but ayato start tickling yui and in the last they have a pillow fight it was such a cute moment AND I DONT FIND WHO TRANSLATED THAT

// AWW YES!! 😭💘

I remember reading something like that, although I wasn’t sure whether it was a fanfic or an official SS. I guess it was most likely official, given that certain LE afterstories were undoubtedly published at some point, but sadly, I believe they got deleted. :((

Although, I should mention that I did buy the booklet with the LE SS, therefore in some weeks, I hope I will be able to check it!

The scenario sounds extremely Ayayui. It's sad yet pure to consider how Ayato was forced to mature so quickly and experienced so many traumatic events in LE, yet he still finds a way to make Yui live her youth and feel like a child again. 💔