#the way she gets all giggly and smug

[cottonlemonade]

Tattoo Artist!Suna [part 3]

[part 1] [part 2]

Thinking about tattoo artist fiancé!Suna, who is tired of getting hit on at work and so as a placeholder until he can finally (officially) call you his wife, tattoos a ring on his finger during his lunch break one day.

When you first see it after he gets home, you laughingly shake your head and kiss him before he throws your giggly son over his shoulder to get him ready for bed.

But you are suddenly incredibly grateful for his impulsive gesture when your little family walks out of the supermarket one Friday afternoon, full cart rattling along, and you come face to face with your ex.

Since he started dating you over two years ago, Suna now knows all about him, every pathetic, cowardly, tiny detail and while his one hand immediately rests protectively on his son’s shoulder, his other arm snakes around your much adored chubby waist. It was hard to hide the sudden surge of possessiveness he felt when that dill weed called your name in such a familiar way. Ever so slightly squaring his broad shoulders, Suna gave him his best bored look, the one he had perfected over the years. That, paired with his undercut and the many tattoos covering his arms and neck made him a lot more intimidating than he actually was. He makes sure to show off your engagement ring and his makeshift match as he kisses your fingers before reluctantly leaving you to talk, ushering the kid to the car to put the groceries in the back.

“Is mom gonna be okay?”, the kid asks, throwing worried looks in your direction while he hands Suna a carton of milk. Your fiancé smiles down at him, then ruffles his hair that’s so so similar to yours.

“She’ll be just fine, buddy. She’s got it all under control.”

Visibly relieved, the kid continues stacking vegetables in a bag while Suna keeps discreetly glancing at you from afar in case you needed help, but there was no need to worry. Only a few moments later you were already on your back to your boys. With a very satisfied, very smug grin, Suna watches you march in his direction, leaving your ex looking forlorn next to the hot dog stand.

“That’s my girl.”, Suna mutters under his breath, and, smirking at the thought that you’ll soon share a name, he turns back to the task at hand.

a/n: @act-nat-ural ✨🙇🏻‍♀️

[bellewintersroe]

Jenson Button x FamousReader!2009

this is like a second part (can be read individually) to THIS. Here’s just some more headcannons of what it would be like when Jenson is in a relationship with a famous British celeb who’s extremely popular, especially amongst the party scene. warnings: mentions of sex, oral sex, nothing too graphic but I just knowww Jenson gets down and dirty. mentions of alcohol and some drug use? not to glamorise it we all know celebs ain’t innocent ok. for this case 18+ 😇

Jenson is a cutie ok, the more he falls in love with his SO the more he finds himself looking out for her in the garage. Whether this be before or after his race, just imagine his head poking out of his car, or he’s fully suited, helmet still on, glimpsing around trying to find her.

lots of cuddles, he’d keep an arm slung around her, especially if they’re in public where there’s paparazzi- in that case he’s keeping an extra tight grip on her.

despises the paparazzi ok- he’s a polite man, pretty tame, but British press in the 2000s were VILE and for his girlfriend, he can’t stand the idea of them even looking at her.

helps shields her eyes when the flashes are too bright.

Taxis home together at questionable hours of the morning, limbs sprawled over each other and getting caught snogging in the backseats.

drunk sex- especially when he wins the championship, he’s so smug and proud, fucking into her with all his energy, cos he’s world champion baby 😏. lovesss seeing her legs pinned up over his shoulders.

thanks his girl publicly after he wins his championship.

as I mentioned in the part prior to this, Jenson LOVES going on holiday with her, like he’s a bit of a perv when it comes to seeing y/n in a bikini, especially after he’d already seen to many shoots of her before even meeting each other.

never admits to being a fanboy of her but the smirk would say otherwise.

getting down and dirty on a yacht, hidden by a beach towel whilst he fingers her, he has his sunnies on and he’s smirking, pressing kisses to her temple and whispering sweet nothings.

“you’re doing so good aren’t you?” “all these people taking pictures of you and nobody has a clue what we’re doing.” “should put on a show for them, shouldn’t we?”

so mf dirty, his British accent makes it 10x sexier too.

sex in the pool of a yacht, and every single room in there, wants to try everything with her, but he isn’t pushy in the slightest- Jenson wouldn’t ever come close to making her feel uncomfortable.

They’d deffo see pictures released of them both the next day and giggle because nobody would have a clue what was happening under that towel.

can be really soft in sex, like stroking her face, talking her thru it -omfg I need him.

Deffo wants to try like anal, and certain kinks- I feel like she would too, idk when they’re both drunk they’d decide they wanna try something and sometimes it’s an utter fail.

other times it’s just giggly, exciting sex where they’re both eating fucking whipped cream off one another or something.

soft, gentle moans from him, especially when the sex is more passionate, when it’s rougher I feel like he’d be quiet but let out some grunts whenever he’s out of breath or gets really into it.

He’s a sucker when she goes down on him, like he’s a mess omg- if there’s one way to elicit moans from him that’s exactly how and she’s soooo good at it- he makes plenty of public innuendos about this.

I feel like y/n would wear the smallest little mini skirts, like she’s a Y2K queen and befriends lots of other wags at this stage- constantly pictures walking around the paddock looking cool asf.

Deffo a trend setter, but they’re the type of couple in 15 years that the younger generation look at and go ‘they’re together?!?’

as they get older they deffo become more private, but not secretive.

can spot each other in a crowd instantly, when he wins a race you best expect him to practically JUMP onto her, sometimes he forgets he’s bigger than her lmao.

The cameras go CRAZY for this and their faces are printed all over the newspapers.

Quiet, lazy mornings in England, especially when it’s cold out and Jenson finally has time off- the two of them can really appreciate the quiet side of life at home.

makes him want to settle down- but I think he’d be worried at first about bringing a child into the world- they’re having too much fun with each other, but I think they would calm down after a few years.

occasional bickers, maybe they both walk out of a nightclub and she’s storming ahead of him with a face like a slapped arse. Jenson would make a comment and y/n would be pissed that all the onlookers heard.

Y/n and Jenson’s relationship on the rocks?!

bitch the next morning he’s on top of her having the best make up sex ever.

Seriously their stamina is insane so they fuck like rabbits.

I feel like because y/n maybe has grown up in the public eye? Or fame came in her teens, her behaviour can be fairly erratic at times- like especially before Jenson the partying and boozing was out of control, but being a few years older he really settles her down in life.

like not that she’s troubled (I’m not gonna glamorise it but it’s real life) but it can’t be easy dealing with everything and fame at a young age, I feel like Jenson would take care of her at times, like if she gets wayyyy to drunk he wouldn’t lecture her, but he’d deffo have this sad look on his face, clearly he’s worried.

she’s ok tho, especially with him and like I said she settles down and matures a lot with Jenson.

She’d probs smoke weed every now and then and idk if Jenson would like it, especially when he’s so focused on racing, but he tries it once or twice and would probs just fall asleep immediately.

I feel like he’s so cuddly at times, like in the middle of the night he’d just snuggle up to her. So cute. On holiday on sunbeds he’d be so cuddly, grabbing at her and it causes for some really cute paparazzi pictures.

not to glamorise droogz and drinking but them two probably party a lot in the first year together.

Jenson is the type to eye his gf up from the other side of the room, nods her over or something sexy.

hand would start on your shoulder and end up on her ass- so many headlines the next day…

But yeah they’re such a popular, attractive couple, you either want to be with them or want to be them.

[gunnerfc]

Caitlin Foord NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

So attentive!! will repeatedly ask if you’re okay or if you need something afterwards

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Caitlin’s favorite body part is her hands for obvious reasons but also because she loves holding you tightly and loves seeing small bruise-like marks on your skin (mainly your hips)

Her favorite body part of yours is your neck, Caitlin loves seeing your neck covered in deep marks that clearly show that you aren’t available, plus she finds it funny when you “get upset” the next morning that you have so much to cover up

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Will 100% pull you into a kiss after going down on you

D: Dirty Secret 

Is open to a threesome as long as you are too

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She’s experienced and it shows

F: Favorite Position 

You bent over some surface in your apartment or, you sitting on her face

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

A little giggly if you two have been out drinking with the team but otherwise Caitlin is solely focused on you and your body to make sure you are enjoying it

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Caitlin is very intimate, she only wants you to enjoy whatever it is you’re doing and will stop or change something if you aren’t

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

It normally only happens when you two are away since you live together in London but both of you don’t enjoy near as much as when it’s the other person making you cum

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Marking, Caitlin sees it as a way to keep people from flirting with you and if people still do then she’ll just have to add more wherever she can

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Anywhere in your apartment but hotels during away camps or the showers in the locker room works too

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Hearing you praise her, especially if it’s on the pitch or training pitch/gym

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She hates seeing you in pain so anything that could really hurt you is a no-go

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Definitely prefers giving but she really enjoys being on the receiving end as well

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

A mixture, it can be fast but sensual most times but if she’s jealous of someone flirting with you, it changes to fast and rough

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

They happen here and there, usually right after a good game in the showers because neither of you can wait till you get home

Even though sex still always happens once you two get home

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

She is if you are!

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

Caitlin can go for many rounds, regardless of the length

T: Toys 

Has a strap that gets used every time plus a vibrator she likes to tease and edge you with

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Most definitely, and she has an annoyingly attractive smirk on her face the entire time

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Caitlin’s not the loudest, her moans are a lot lower than yours

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

You get teased relentlessly by your teammates the next day at practice when they see how covered your neck is and Caitlin is normally sitting and watching with a smug look on her face

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, if the two of you could spend all your free time in the bedroom, you would

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Caitlin only falls asleep after you do and after she knows you’re good

[empthy1]

Would you be willing to write some Sage smut..? I feel like she’d be an interesting character to try and capture in an actual intimate moment where she’s not all lobotomized, maybe one where it’s after the finale where she’s all pleased that she actually did it, like she’s giddy in a way and maybe with a gn!fem!unspecifiedsupe!r who is her like unofficial partner and they celebrate?

- 👁

omg ofc I can. ty ty ty for all the requests you’re sending you’re giving me sm inspiration. I've been waiting and waiting for a fic of her but I guess I have to do it myself ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ also there are like no pictures of her on pinterest. what gives man

celebration

Sage— Jessica sighs as she cracks open the heavy wooden door. She left Homelander a mess—triumph rushed through her. She did it; she tricked them all. Now all that’s left is a pang of nostalgia; a longing for the smell of books and the close quarters (and you. She’s introspective enough to admit that).

“Brad? That you?” She hears echo through the small apartment. Supe hearing is no joke, she’s learned over the years of living with you—even though she has it herself, you seem to pick up on every little noise. She kicks off her shoes half-halfhazardly next to yours, knowing she’ll trip over them later. She usually cares. She can’t bring herself to, today.

“Yeah. It’s me.” She hums. She can’t help the almost-giddy smile that curls her lips. “Get the good whiskey.”

She’s a lot more giggly when she’s curled up on the couch, half-drunk with you by her side, bottle of whiskey in hand. She missed her ‘shoebox’ (and what came with it). The couch is the only place in the living room without books on it, and you’d both knocked over quite a few piles making your way to it that she’d have to reorganize tomorrow.

“So—so I brought him a balloon.” She prompts. Giggles again. “He—god, he was destroyed. Thought everything went to shit. It was perfect. Everything worked out. I did it.”

There’s a bright, toothy smile on her face, seemingly plastered there by superglue—it hadn’t dropped since her second(?) drink. It’s hard to tell when you’re drinking it straight from the bottle.

“Anyway…” her eyes slide over your form. “I want to ride your face.” Always blunt. Especially when drunk. “I deserve it. Also, you’re fidgeting. I know you’re as pent up as I am.”

And who are you to deny that request?

A drunken laugh escapes the both of you, at your shared, clumsy stand-up. With one last swig, the bottle is discarded on the end table as she pulls you towards your bedroom by the front of your shirt.

As strong as her composure is, you have pleasing her down to a science. She’d be smug about how good you were (if she wasn’t writhing above you).

“Yes, keep going. Right there. You know what I want.” She huffs, one hand down between her thighs, buried in your hair, the other holding the headboard. The wood thumps against the wall with every roll of her hips. Thank god you don’t have neighbors. Her thighs tremble around your head, little gasps escaping her at every nudge of your nose against her clit. “You’re so good. Jesus. Missed this, didn’t you?”

She can’t not taunt you, with how good you look—strong arms wrapped around her dark thighs, face half-obscured and eyes shut with pleasure. Her own eyes flutter as well, soft, deep breaths escaping her mouth. Little noises catch in her throat (whimpers, not that she’d admit it) as you do that thing with your tongue that drives her absolutely wild.

“God, don’t stop—“ she breathes out. If your durability wasn’t so good, she’d probably had broken your nose with the force of her hips. You keep her pinned to your mouth, driving her insane. She doesn’t last long, the combination of whiskey warming her gut and your thumb sliding over to circle her clit and making her see stars.

You don’t let her of your mouth, even as she trembles with the force of her release. She has to beg you to stop, overstimulation shooting through her and up her spine. She thinks you planned this—knocking her down a peg for abandoning you here for Homelander. Or just for your own amusement.

She‘s not interested in deducing it, not with the weight of her eyelids as you lie her down on the bed she missed. She falls asleep to your kisses, sleepily humming as your lips trace her face. That’s a tomorrow discussion. She’s going to get the rest she deserves, after all her hard work.

[callsigndragon]

From the prompts list:

#7 with my boy Bob if you would be so kind my dear 💜🥹

𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 | Bob Floyd

Previously callsignmeiga

Prompt: kiss on the cheek in passing + Bob Floyd

Pairing: Bob Floy x female reader (implied that she works at Top Gun, but job is not specified)

Warnings: smug, flirty,(bit of) cheeky Bob

A/N: Beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan thanks a lot for requesting 🥺💜I missed writing for this big goofball. Hope you like it!

My tag list is completely lost- so if anyone wants to be added, let me know!

It wasn’t a secret that Bob Floyd loved to kiss his partner. Truth be told, if it were for him, his lips would be glued all day to any available part of his girl’s body.

But, with both of them working on the same base, it was a bit complicated. Following the rules and all that, you know. PDA doesn’t bother him at all; however, he is not allowed to be as outwardly loving as Lieutenant Floyd desires.

So he has to keep it low.

But he’s gonna get his kisses anyway.

"Good morning, Lieutenant Floyd," you greet each other as you cross paths in the corridor. He is walking toward you with a big smile on his face. "You look quite happy."

"Wouldn’t you be happy to see such a cutie as yourself?" He whispers once he has come close to you, not even stopping to have a proper conversation. Bob simply presses his lips to your cheek and walks away, beaming.

You’re left in the corridor, feeling your whole face burn and checking your surroundings to see if any unwanted eyes might have seen the exchange.

During the whole day, Bob had been finding excuses to cross paths with you and kiss your cheek in passing, just to see you all flustered. Something about the way you gaze at him after each kiss, big eyes and a reprimand on the tip of your tongue, brightens his day.

However, once the day is over and both of you head to the parking lot, he hears your loud footsteps closing in on him.

With a sneer on his face, he slowly turns around and pushes his glasses up his nose while sitting on the hood of his car. "Hey, honey."

"Shut the fuck up," you mutter between harsh teeth, seizing him by the lapels of his shirt and yanking him down.

Once you feel satisfied and Bob has become a giggly mess, you let him go, straightening the lapels with your hands and walking away.

"You can’t leave me like this, angel," he whines, almost ready to trail you down and beg for more kisses.

"I can and I will!"

@purplevortexx

@novastories

[crguang]

I feel like in tired days I just wanna hug hsr women and then sway side to side. Maybe a sigh or two escaping bc of the utter warmth and love you can feel from them. Makes u wanna melt into a small puddle.

-🍏

me core… im literally exhausted all the time no matter how much i sleep and hsr women are sooo comforting in their own ways i’d just be putty in their arms. need black swan especially because she has all the time in the world and knows how to cherish intimate moments like no other so it doesn’t matter how long you’d stay there she wouldn’t get bored, just bask in the warmth she’s feeling and tuck it away in her memory for when she’s away and wants a piece of you ughhh

who are the best huggers do we think… himeko on top! wait its actually a bit hard most of them would be great like natasha raises children and sews teddy bears, a hug from her could cure all my disorders. hime’s canonically super comforting so it’s the two of them at the top but then there’s SWAN who would know just the amount of pressure to put and who’s naturally very easy to trust/talk to as described by people… serval would squeeze you so tight but in a “i love you soooooooo much babe” kind of way so she could also save me. yukong’s a literal mother forget it she might win the top spot bc as a foxian i just know she’s always warm like it would be heaven. and ROBIN? HELLO? this actual sunshineee she’d be happy just hugging for half an hour and she’d rub your back or play with your hair omg im sick

acheron is awkward about it and is the type to weirdly stand still for a minute before she relaxes into the hug but if she’s used to it? omg. im biased bc shes extremely comforting to me but one hug from acheron with her chin over your shoulder or her face in your neck, holding you tight enough that you’re reminded of her immense strength and of how safe u feel with her?…… need that. its the same with jingliu, her and acheron would just be so cute about it. seele would give you 3 to 5 seconds, count them and awkwardly pat your head then immediately slip from your hold. she’s also kinda a “what is this?” “affection” “disgusting. do it again” person to me. bronya’s usually efficient with it like she’ll usually hug you for a few seconds before pulling away but sometimes when you start to pull away bc of how used you are to short hugs she’ll just hold you tighter and shut her eyes for a moment.

jade asks what you’re willing to exchange for a hug and ruins the rest of your life (jk…. but not really😕) she’s somehow superficial about it and its more you hugging her than her hugging you, if that makes sense..? she holds you loosely and chuckles, endeared, but that’s about it. calls you a cutie and tucks your hair back behind your ear when you pull away. topaz will tell you she has exactly 35 seconds to spare so u better make it count and she seems like the type to ruffle your hair or something. (she’s checking her phone behind your back 🤫) firefly is soo down for it she gets all giggly and smiley when you hold her tight and will stay like that for as long as u both can.

best for last…. cant believe im saying this but kafka would be a little like jade except that she not so secretly revels in the attention, it’s hidden behind smugness and confidence but the fact that she lets you hug her for this long speaks for itself. she’s not used to it but she knows how to navigate uncharted waters like a pro (its just a lot of performance) so she never recoils or flinches. like jade, you’re hugging her more than she’s hugging you BUTTT she would play with your hair a little and run her hands down your back until the hug turns rated M😞

i realize u probably dont gaf about all that but my brain started running and i couldnt stop it im sorry hfjfkgjd

[unearthly-org]

| 𝗠𝗶𝗻e…|

ᰔᩚ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ♬: 𝘗𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦- 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩

ᰔᩚ ��ᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Shinichiro Sano x Y/N .

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁!!!

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Who the fuck did Shinichiro think he was doing, Trying to leave you? I mean were you a bit toxic, yeah so! He was the one smiling at some bitch at his shop but come on, who ain’t a little toxic i mean granted he literally was just talking to a customer but she wanted him and you literally never wrong.

Reasonably you were pissed off while you were bent over with your hands on your knees, throwing your ass back on his dick, pulling him back into you each time with the leash you got around his neck. His whimpers and soft groans along with the wet soft sounds of your ass clapping off his strokes filled the silence of his shop. "A-Ah fuckk, the shop is still open..” he pants out as his body leaned against the wall to steady his body. "Then I hope that bitch that had you all giggly and shit come here then..” you replied a bit harshly and out of breath.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

Sure enough, That bitch came back into the shop wearing a cute little cottagecore dress, granted she looked cute ‘n all but not enough to be Shinichiro’s girl like you were, And definitely not enough for you to stop him groaning out your name. The girl on the other hand looked horrified by the scene, it was almost like she was frozen in place and once you spot her you slide off of Shinichiro dick with the sweet juices of your pussy leaving it glistening and turn to her. "Oh what’s good..” you greet casually as then slide back onto his dick causing a small hiss to come from Shinichiro’s lips who was just too pussy drunk to stop you, he wanted to cum so badly. "B-beloved, P-please lemme cum..” he moaned pathetically and as the sweet and amazing girlfriend you were you just had to let him cum.

"J-just like that, belove- fuck..” who else can get Shinchiro this fuckin’ pathetic, nobody else but you and you damn sure made that clear the way your tits bounce up and down while on his dick in front of that girl, moaning about how good Shinichiro felt inside you. You don’t even think that Shinichiro knew someone was watching them right now but honestly you had no shame in what you were doing if anything you were proud for making such a mess on Shinichiro’s pretty, fat cock.

You can’t stop now especially not when you are now riding Shinchiro’s dick on the floor of his shop as he hands tried to steady the way you bounced and swirling your hips in small circles. "F-Fuck, ke-keep goin’!” he hissed out, gripping onto your hips for dear life before suddenly slamming you down onto him in a swift motion and sending out thick ropes of his cum in your pussy. The woman who saw the whole damn thing looked horrified by the scene and finally decided to take a couple steps back which finally made Shinichiro to snap back to reality after his blissful high and cursed under his breath softly, seeing the girl just standing there. You finally slid off his dick slowly letting his cum drip out of your pussy with some trailing down your thighs and looked at the girl with a smug smile.

"Mine..”

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𓆩♡𓆪 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: 𝗬’𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘂𝘂!! , 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 😭🩶

[gaybananabread]

stop I love bh6 and there's like no tickle content for it😭😭 I absolutely loved your tadashi and hiro hcs🥹

perhaps some baymax tk hcs?👀👀

or anyone else in rhe gang lmao idm😭

you don't have to do this if you don't wanna!!🙌🏼

₊✩‧₊˚౨Nerd Squad & Baymax Tkl Headcanonsৎ˚₊✩‧₊

~AN: Fufufu thank you! And I KNOW, it's criminal how little BH6 tickle content there is! I plan on changing that. (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠) Guess who got indecisive? I've been wanting to do stuff for everybody anyway, so might as well do it now! Super long cuz I did everyone so be prepared. (ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ) Thanks for requesting Anon!~

🩹Baymax🩺

General:

Robo boy, so not ticklish

He does tickle others though, so ler by default.

Might pretend something tickles just to seem like he gets it or to try and empathize with Hiro

On low battery mode, if prompted, will spill all of Hiro’s worst spots.

Ler:

It feels like a certain someone would have programmed him with a special scan to locate said spots…but shhh you didn't hear it from me.

He believes that the laughter it produces can help boost moods, and according to the Internet, it can! 

So a few little medicinal cheer-up sessions aren't a rare occurrence in their group.

As I've said before, he was definitely given some little nails/quill tips that can pop out of his fingers on one hand to tickle his patients

Will occasionally tease, but it's super minimal. He likes to make his lee laugh just hard enough to make them feel better, no more and no less (unless they ask!)

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate this tickle spot?” “Your blood pressure is rising: that must be why your cheeks are so rosy.” “Most people are quite ticklish here. How about you?”

Amazing aftercare: water, lollies, praise and hugs if the lee wants them.

🏍️GoGo🗲

General:

She gives ler-leaning switch. Like she loves getting her friends, but the occasional squeeze or poke-fest wouldn't upset her

She never lies, so she wouldn't outright deny that she likes it. She would, however, dodge the question or attack the asker until they forget their name.

They'd be a giggly mess in seconds if they press it

Ler:

Such a meanie/hj

GoGo’s got a rougher style, preferring to firmly squeeze and claw her lee's poor spots. Loves seeing their red, dumbstruck expressions as they laugh their heads off.

She can go softer if need be, but definitely prefers belly laughter to giggles

Does tease, though it's in this monotone, observational way. Smug look, dull voice. 

“Damn, didn't think you'd be that ticklish here. Then again, I don't think you did either.” “Snorts, huh? That's pretty adorable, just saying.” “It must really tickle if you're begging that much. I didn't hear a ‘stop’, though.”

Lee:

Doesn't happen often, but she will get lee moods. Mainly when she accidentally walks in on a tickle fight.

Not super ticklish, but a select few spots will kill her.

Thighs are her worst spot and get the loudest snort-laughs you can imagine. After that, there's mainly just giggle zones. Sides, underarms, calves, and knees get little squeaks if you've got nails.

If you do manage to wreck her, be ready: she's big on revenge tickles (•` ⁠ω `•⁠)

⚗️Honey Lemon🍬

General:

Switch for sure; I'd say 50/50. She's always ready to cheer up her friends, whether it be by giving or receiving some silly affection (⁠ ⁠ꈍvꈍ⁠)

Super chill about liking it. Honey is honest to herself and her friends about her likes and boundaries. If someone talks about liking it, she'll playfully support them.

(And, depending on their mood, help them with a first proper session)

Lee:

The purest giggles and laughter known to humankind

GoGo can vouch for it: Honey's laugh can brighten pretty much anyone's day.

She tries not to, though she's definitely a squirmer. Will kick her legs and flap her hands to try and keep from pushing the ler away.

Absolutely adores tickle hugs! If she happens to be having a hard day, a few wiggly fingers in a warm embrace will cheer her right up! ♡⁠(⁠Ӧ⁠ｖ⁠Ӧ⁠｡⁠)

Her worst spots are her underarms, followed by her knees and belly button. 

Besides that, basically a walking tickle spot; wiggling fingers almost anywhere get her squeaking.

Gets lee moods pretty often; she'll stretch a lot more, and sometimes just sit near GoGo with her arms above her head. Her friends get the message.

Ler:

Such a soft ler, so sweet and affectionate

Will giggle along with her lee, and loves giving out sweet praises. 

“Aww, I love your laugh! It's so cute!” “Oh my goodness, your cheeks are the color of my Gum-buns!” “You really like this spot, huh? I'll give it some extra love, just for you!”

She'd be the kind of girl to carry a clean make-up brush specifically for that reason. Drag it along a palm, sneakily flutter it along a sad friend's neck and ears… Opportunities are endless!

Checks in with them every few minutes, just to make sure her lee is still having fun.

“You need a breather, friend?” “It's okay to take a quick break. Don't worry; I promise I'll come right back to this spot when you catch your breath!”

🧴Wasabi🔧

General:

While he's usually pretty touch adverse, he can enjoy tickling. He's just gotta be in the right mood and around the right people.

He gives me heavy lee-leaning vibes; he might tickle someone on occasion, like Hiro. 

His friends respect his boundaries, and always make sure to ask before trying anything touch-related with him.

Lee:

When he does get a lee mood, most of his friends can point it out pretty easily. He'll smile more, twist his fingers and flinch at the smallest touches. 

It's obvious, but they don't touch him until he shows he wants them to. That normally means a muttered ask, or more commonly, “the look.”

He'll meet their eyes for just a second before looking away, a small blush on his cheeks as he tries and fails to speak any human language. That's all they need to get started.

Even though he clearly asked for the tickles, he refuses to react at first. He's too sensitive to stay totally silent, but he tries.

Bubbly, restrained giggles. He'll bite his lip like there's no tomorrow, curling into himself. It's pretty adorable to watch

Eventually, when he does crack, he just lets himself go loose. Loud laughter, squeaks, and eventually little hiccups. 

Worst spot is his ribs, though he melts at his arms and palms being tickled. 

Ler:

Again, rare, but it happens.

His lee will almost always be Hiro, though occasionally he'll get Fred if he's being annoying.

He's a soft ler: never wants to go too far. Unless directly asked for, he's gentle and almost teasing with the touch.

He'll mumble little notes as he explores his lee's spots (even if he already knows about them)

“So, your sides are worse than your neck, but not as bad as your armpits? Interesting…” “Okay, thighs are pretty ticklish…oh, a snort. Cute.”

Wasabi knows exactly what he's doing; he just likes hearing the complaints his comments cause.

🦖Fred💥

General:

The most switch energy everrrrrrrr

Like hello? He's so chill on everything; imagine him in a tickle fight! Can either be horrifying or adorable, depending on what mood he's in.

The silly boy would have no problem admitting he likes it! He’ll tease his friends occasionally, abusing his “can confidently say the t-word at any time” powers.

Lee:

Literal walking tickle spot

Any poke or squeeze anywhere gets him giggling and twisting like a little kid. He doesn't get embarrassed by it: he owns it.

Worst spot would probably be his feet or hips. Those get him cackling, though most other places aren't that far of a drop.

If he's in a lee mood, he'll just flop in the closest person's lap and raise his arms. Besides a few eye-rolls and amused chuckles, it seems to work pretty well for him.

Unrestrained, super giddy and bright laughter. Definitely lights up a room (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Ler:

Most conniving little shit to ever walk the Earth.

He'll wiggle his fingers, sneak little pokes at his friends’ sides, and squeeze the word “tickle” into every sentence.

Favorite target is Honey Lemon. She always plays along with his silliness, and he loves hearing her laugh. 

If she's in the right mood, though, GoGo will actually let him tickle her. That's gotta be one of his favorite activities, though it rarely happens.

He'll tease the hell out of his lee. Anything he can think of, he'll use.

“You're a really squirmy-worm, dude. It's cute!” “If I poke heeeere, and squeeze heeeere, then- yep, tickly laughter!” “Man, I wish I had the tickle belt from Captain Fancy’s Special Issue: the Feather Fiend. It'd look so good on you!”

He'll go until they really tell him to stop, but afterwards, he'll take them to their favorite restaurant and have a movie marathon. 

[lottiecrabie]

to dust and bones. part two – matty healy

while eating some aphrodisiac chocolate, alana and matty hold a friendly bet. (read as: they take it dead fucking serious.)

warnings: 18+, mutual masturbation, oral (f and m receiving), switches, sub!matty leaning, power games, aphrodisiac drugs (i’m pretty sure it’s actually placebo but not in my universe it isn’t🕺 reality is what i make it🤸‍♀️)

part two of two

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Matty is chatting with some girl at the bar, bending down to speak in her neck under the masquerade of the loud music. She laughs, eyes sparkling, nodding at whatever bullshit line he’s spewing at her. Her hand grazes his arm, almost shy. 

Alana glares at them from her side of the room. Some jerk is shouting in her ear, asking her about the drink she nurses between clenched fingers. Flexing her jaw, she downs it, slapping the empty glass in his hand. “Dry martini with vodka,” she demands more than asks. The guy fumbles, nodding, then makes his way to the bar. 

He slams the counter beside the giggly couple, bending over it to shout her order to the bartender. The words travel to Matty. His head rises in surprise, scrolling through the crowd to find her. Alana smirks. 

Matty's eyes settle on her. She waves her fingers, teasing. The look he gives her darkens. He licks his lips. The girl talks in his ears, up on her tippy toes so he hears her over the earsplitting music. It’s null to him. 

Alana gives an unimpressed arch of an eyebrow. She rolls her shoulders, pursing her lips, unwilling to release him from her pinning stare. 

The guy turns back in her direction, martini and beer in hands, grinning. He makes his way to her, trying not to spill. She gives a last pointed look to Matty, then sneaks out the room. 

He’s hot on her heels. She knows it. 

Outside, she smokes a cigarette, waiting for her cab. Matty steals the smoke from her fingers, taking a drag. “Cute girl,” Alana says, exaggeratedly polite. 

He snorts. “I love when you’re jealous.” She flips to him, frowning. She opens her mouth to disagree, but the cab halts in front of them. Alana huffs, grabbing the handle. “Where do you wanna go?” Matty asks, discarding the unfinished cigarette. 

“I’m going home. You can do whatever you want.” She slides in the backseat. Matty’s hand grabs the door before she can slam it shut. 

He smiles at her, then sits. 

When he tries to kiss her in the backseat of the taxi, she swerves, staring straight ahead with a smug smile. He huffs beside her, displeased. Matty’s hand still warms her naked thigh, flirting dangerously close to the risen hem, trying to maintain a grip of power.

They get up to her flat with practiced steps. It’s a routine he knows all too well, following behind her, keeping up with her sure tempo. Alana unlocks the door, ignoring his warm body grazing her back; not a tangible touch, just the ghost of him lingering like he always does, overwhelming. She takes her heels off, walking to her room. 

Again, Matty follows her, smirking to himself, teasing, “Won’t you offer a guy a drink first?”

But she’s got another devious plan trotting in her mind. Alana hums, turning to him, opening the drawer of her nightstand. “How about some chocolate?” She brandishes the candy with a defying grin, SEX written on the package. 

It’s an aphrodisiac chocolate bar she picked up last time she passed through the sex shop, intrigued by its promise of uncontrollable lust from a simple sugary square. From his look, Matty recognizes it instantly. There’s a strange annoyance pinching under her ribs, but she effectively ignores it. Who cares where he’s tested it before? 

Riling him, she pouts, taking a slithering step towards him, “Or can you already not restrain yourself around me?”

He scoffs. “More like the other way around.” 

Alana stops in front of him. Without her trusty heels, she’s several inches shorter than him, though she locks eyes with him straight on, chin tipped up, smirking. “Wanna bet on it?” 

Matty stares at her. “First one to touch?” She nods, accepting the ground rule. “Game on.”

They split the tab as some mood music plays, sipping on red wine, sitting on the velvet couch in her room. Alana sits with her feet tucked under her, skirt dangerously rising up her thigh, though it’s nothing he hasn’t seen and touched and licked before. She places the chocolate delicately on her tongue, thrill already climbing up her spine. She lets it melt in her mouth. 

“I’ll have you begging for me in a second,” Matty says, biting into the sugar.

Alana snorts. “You fucking wish.”

The aphrodisiac works surprisingly quickly, though it might be the wine, or the music, or Matty’s dark eyes as he drinks her in. Alana feels her veins run languidly, wetness pooling between her thighs. She crosses and uncrosses and recrosses her legs, trying to silence some burning need climbing up them.

Matty is painfully hard already. His breaths are slow and heavy, staring at the land of skin every new movement uncovers like he wants to dig his claws into it. Pupils blown wide and unruly hair raked through, he looks disheveled, unmade. She hasn’t done anything and it already seems like she’s passed through him, left him a little changed. God, he’s beautiful. She doesn’t know how long she can keep up with this game when he looks like this. 

Standing up, Alana gathers her hair in a makeshift ponytail, fanning her neck. “It’s fucking hot in here.”

Matty smirks, leaning back on the couch. “It’s ‘cause I’m here.” Her eyes narrow at him. He’s terribly predictable. 

A smile worms its way on her face still, devilish. “Yeah, maybe,” she says lowly: her fuck-me voice. Matty’s Adam apple bobs as he swallows thickly, some Pavlov knee jerk reaction she’s trained in him after many sleepless nights. 

“I just can’t take this heat,” she continues, maintaining that innocent act he sees right through. He pierces her with an intense look. She reaches to her side zipper, slowly pulling it down. The corset-like top falls, then her skirt, both pooling around her feet. She hadn’t worn a bra to the club, breasts now freely flaunted, nipples pebbled. 

Matty freezes. His lips part, eyes selfishly devouring her naked body, lingering on her tits as he wipes his hands on his jeans. “Fuck.”

“Mmmh,” she adds. She kneels back on the couch, close enough he could reach and tease one of her hard nipples. She cocks her head. “D’’you want to? I could have you pressed into my bed, fucked out of your mind in a second, love. Just say the word.”

Matty shakes his head faintly, still entranced by her body. As though to plead her case, she takes a handful of her tits, twisting around her own nipple, moaning pornographically. The motion does resonate down her burning body. She grinds her hips into the couch.

“You’re cheating,” Matty says, choked.

Alana laughs. “Am I touching you?” His eyes grow even darker, like he’s imagining her doing so. She leans into him, whispering meanly, “Then I'm not cheating, I'm winning.”

Matty’s breath hitches. She knows he loves her like this, arrogant and mean, tearing through the bricks of his walls. He closes his eyes, palming his erection, groaning.

“I could do it so much better,” Alana croons in his ear, hot breath blowing on the shell of it. Again, he shakes his head, physically trying to keep himself on course.

His hand digs under his pants, tugging his cock out of his jeans. Alana licks her lips. She’s mesmerized by the motions of his fingers; he strokes lazily, a similar rhythm she uses on him. It’s torturously hot to see, to know he’s memorized it. Fire drips down her limbs. She bites her lip, trying to hide her renewed need. It really is heated in here.

“Come on, baby,” she tries again, though desperation sneaks in her words. “Don’t you want to be inside of me?” He nods faintly, unfortunately still focused. She latches on the ghostly move still, adding, “Yeah. Let me take care of you. I'll even let you come in my mouth this time.”

“You’re a witch,” he pants.

She laughs, delighted. “Just call me a bitch.”

He chuckles, breathy, swiping his thumb over his tip. A shudder goes down his body, accompanied by a choked moan. Alana feels sickly jealous of his own hand, something in her begging to be in its place. Fuck the chocolate. Fuck herself for buying it. For making that stupid bet.

Not fuck the bet. She is winning it no matter what. Stubbornness strikes through the blur of lust. She frowns to herself as she gains back focus. 

Trying to appease the faltering parts of herself, she dips a hand in her underwear, circling at her clit a few times before teasing her entrance. She bites her lip to hold back the whine, slipping two fingers in. Unmistakable sopping sounds ring through the room.

Matty snaps his eyes open, finding her flushed, fingers curling inside of her. He smirks, gaining back some footing. “Who’s got you wet like this?”

She scowls. “Chocolate.”

“Yeah?” He eggs her on, stroking himself slowly, twisting his wrist, and— goddamnit, he’s fucking flexing his bicep. “Not the show?”

She’s breathless. “You’re alright.”

“You’re so full of shit. ‘Don’t you want to be inside of me. I'll let you come in my mouth,’” he repeats, making her voice unnecessarily shrill. “Like you’re not fucking pleading to suck my dick right now.” Showing off what she’s missing, he strokes himself faster, hand swallowing the tip of his cock and sliding back to its base. He groans openly at that. 

Her head rolls, a huff of air gracing her lips to keep in a far more embarrassing moan. Two fingers fuck into herself. She thumbs her clit, although the angle is awkward and she’s incapable of finding the speed Matty usually does, filling her up so completely with only a few knuckles. Just the memory makes her stomach somersault dizzyingly, pleasure blooming under her skin. How she craves his hands on her, in her. 

Matty is still just as smug, watching her out of breath routine as she practically develops carpal tunnel trying to get herself off as artfully as him. “Yeah. You don’t even want me to touch you. You just want to touch me.”

She shivers and, fuck, she can see it: hand tucked in her hair, head pulled back, practically whimpering, hips rising with each bob, face breaking apart for her as she swallows him down. A traitorous moan leaves her mouth. Spinning ecstasy courses through her veins. 

“That’s it,” Matty says, triumphant. His hand starts jerking faster. He gives a shit-eating grin. “I'll even let you swallow my cum.”

Clarity shocks through her body. Alana frowns, shaken out of her lust daze. “Fuck you,” she spits, working at herself even quicker, anger guiding her movements. Pressure builds in her stomach. She follows it dutifully, thrusting in and out of her.

He snorts. “Just say the words, pet.”

But she doesn’t. Instead, she presses meanly at her own clit, clenching around her fingers, and fucking comes. A loud cry tears out of her. She wrinkles her face, rolling her hips desperately, chasing that liquid ecstasy.

When Alana opens her eyes again, Matty isn’t smiling at all. His hand has halted on his cock, watching her intensely. She smiles, dipping out of her underwear, bringing a finger to her lips and sucking it clean. She moans, swirling her tongue around it.

She offers him the middle finger, grinning. “A taste?”

Matty watches her face, then her slick finger, then back to her face. “Fuck this,” he says, taking her wrist, sucking her finger into his mouth. He hollows his cheeks, groaning as he delects in the taste of her. 

Victory climbs up Alana's spine. She grins wide. This is higher than a drug, than the orgasm she’s just given herself. She feels electrified. 

She practically tears her finger out of his mouth, attacking his now free lips. Their teeth clash, a messy affair of tongues as she climbs on his lap. She rakes both her hands through his hair, tugging on the roots, swallowing the moan out of his mouth. Satisfaction runs through her. She's a greedy girl— she gets everything she wants.

She grinds into his hard cock springing between the two of them, heat already rising inside of her even after her orgasm. It was an unsatisfying end, barely half of the mind-wiping climax she knows he can bring her. She hungers for it now, tilting her head and devouring him. 

“You owe me a blowjob,” he pants between two kisses, meeting her back with equal fervor. 

Alana snorts. “That’s not a prize.”

“You said I could come in your mouth.”

She bites his lip, tugging it. “I'm a liar.”

His head falls on the back pillows, staring up at her. “C’mon. You already came. I’m fucking—” He gestures down to himself, hard and leaking. Alana grins, letting a finger teasingly trace his tip. His head falls back, groaning.

“Yes?” She says, biting at his jaw. “Magic word?”

Matty huffs. “Please.”

She looks at him, pouting exaggeratedly. “That’s not very believable, is it?”

He glares at the feeling as he seemingly deliberates with himself. His chest rises in quick successions. Giving him motivation, she circles his tip, bending into his neck to leave wet kisses there. 

He looks back down, eyes open and vulnerable as they find hers. “Please, Alana. I need you.”

She pets his hair, cocking her head. Power surges up her spine, spearing her head with telltale bliss. It’s a miracle she maintains composure and doesn’t jump on him. “Mmmh. But what do I win, then? I mean I managed to fucking control myself. What’s my reward?”  

Matty groans, growing desperate. He palms at her waist, fidgeting. “Anything.” His hips rise, trying to find some friction against her teasing fingers. Indulgently, she lets them travel down his length, relishing in the shiver it brings him. 

“Anything? Now, that’s a lot to offer me.” Her head falls into his neck, whispering, “I’m not very trustworthy.” She kisses his pulse point sweetly in complete contradiction.

“I know,” Matty huffs bitterly, cheeks flushed. “You’re a liar.”

She laughs, titling his head with the buried hand in his hair, pressing a kiss on his exposed jaw. She blows on the wet skin, smiling as he moans. “How about you just eat me?” 

Matty nods eagerly, rushing to get something going instead of that incessant teasing that has him this hard. Alana feels herself regain some instant second breath, dripping just at the idea of his tongue between her legs. 

He wastes no time. Gripping her thighs, he stands up, walking to the bed and dropping her against the silk sheets. She laughs, scooping herself up to the pillows, slipping her own underwear off. Matty practically tears the shirt off his back, throwing it carelessly through the room. She cringes, frowning at him. “That’ll take forever to find, dickhead.” 

“I’ve got great eyesight.” 

She huffs, crossing her arms. “You better not wake me up tomorrow by fucking ransacking through the room.” 

“I’m as quiet as a mouse.” In open defiance, he tugs his pants next, sending them flying in the opposite direction. His grin is devilish, clearly aware that he’s being a little shit. 

Alana doesn’t have time to make a comment on it, however, because Matty is kneeling at the end of the bed next, gripping her thighs and dragging her to his mouth. His lips close around her clit, sucking on the excited bundle of nerves. Alana jumps, biting down a scream, throwing a leg over his shoulder to give him better access. 

Although there’s always an element of eagerness when he eats her, licking through her like he’s trying to get the last drops, he’s completely desperate this time. It’s a sloppy thing, juices smearing on his face as he devours her like a starved man. He’s fucking his tongue inside of her in a dizzying rhythm, nose bumping her clit accidentally, then seemingly getting reminded of it, circling and swiping at her bud next. 

She can’t anticipate his next move; he never lingers into something for long, always distracted by new flimsy desires. It leaves Alana teetering the edge of a cliff, unsure of what’s coming before he attacks her with a greedy mouth. 

Her hand grips his curls, rolling her cunt into his face. He likes that, groaning at her sharp tugs when pleasure strikes through her, honey moans falling on her chin. 

“Shit, Matty, do that again,” are the only coherent words Alana manages to string together. 

He digs his finger into her hip; not to own her, but to grip himself into this reality, like he needs to hold her with full hands just to make sure she won’t slip away from his grasp. Her limbs are washed with headspinning euphoria, building and building towards a reckless release. 

Suddenly, Matty breaks away from her, panting as he catches his breath. She moans dissatisfiedly. “Can I get a rematch?” He says.

Alana peers one eye open, staring down at him. Her mind is very far away, taking a nice visit of neighboring rooms. It’s why she breathes out, confused, “Huh?” 

“I wanna sixty-nine,” he explains, now smirking up at her. “See who comes first this time.” 

Competitiveness meshes with the thrill. She pushes his sweaty hair back, grinning deviously. “You’re on.” 

Matty climbs up her body, not even bothering to wipe her wetness off his chin, pressing a hot kiss to her lips. He predictably tastes like her. His hardness sticks between her thighs, undeniable. 

She rolls him under her, sitting up to stare at him, two hands on his waist holding her weight up. Hair falls freely around her shoulders. “Don’t come too hard. I don’t want to wake my neighbors.” 

“You’re going down. Literally.” 

Alana rolls her eyes at that. Kneeling, she advances slowly up his body, relishing in that growing eagerness. His stomach flexes under her, breaths quickening. When she finally lingers over his head, she flips. 

Matty starts, “I'm going to—” She lowers herself on his face, effectively shutting him up. A relieved moan falls out of her at finding his diligent tongue again. 

Matty wastes no time, wrapping his arm around her thigh and running his tongue through her folds. She cries, trying to breathe through the euphoria, to gain back some functional mind, some sure footing. Her hand finds his cock stroking slowly. His groan reverbates against her, making her lose her sanity even more. 

With shaking fingers, she strokes up and down his length, instinctively finding that lazy rhythm that teases him. His hips rise to meet her eagerly, a desperate plea muffled between her thighs. She smirks, finally obliging, laying down his body. 

She kisses his tip just to watch the restless jump; leaking cock jolting under her fingers as some whine blooms under her. She licks from the base, swirling her tongue around him, before finally slipping him past her lips. Matty falters in his dedicated work on her clit, mouth parting as he inhales, shocked. She throbs from the sudden lack of him.

Alana bobs up and down with no hesitation to properly hear that choked cry from him, a delicate song to her ears. She smiles around his length, stroking the rest of him with a silky hand. The breath of fresh air is shortlived; Matty tugs her back to his mouth, working at her with double the hunger now that she’s finally entered the race.

It’s an even competition, both built to near orgasms before starting it, both over-knowledgeable on the other’s body. Fair for perhaps the first fight of their lives. Genuine opponents in this incessant chessmatch. 

Alana tries to ignore the growing pressure inside of her, bliss coursing through her veins until she’s not sure there’s any blood left. She doesn’t clench, doesn’t flex, doesn’t roll her hips into him, afraid of what minute reactions could give him as advantage. It’s an unfruitful effort; she’s keenly aware she’s barreling towards a wall any minute now. 

Her only option is to wreck him first. She pulls out all her tricks, deepthroating him as far as she can, hollowing her cheeks, scratching her nails over his balls. She releases him with a wet bop, breathing heavily while she strokes him quickly, imitating the tempo her mouth left on him. With no time to waste, she spits on his cock, smearing it down his length and slipping him past her lips again. 

She bobs up and down, staring at his kicking legs with a winning smile. He twitches on her tongue, hands digging into her thighs until she’s sure she’ll bruise. He’s right there. 

Matty climbs one hand up to the wet mess between her thighs, a last ditch effort for a win. He thrusts two fingers inside of her, sucking on her clit. She moans around him, mouth full. How she’s missed them. 

The room blurs around Alana. Euphoria builds and builds inside of her, pushing against her skin. Her body trembles in telltale sign, clenching around his fingers against her tyrannical control. Her bobs grow sloppy on his cock, short and irregular. 

Her toes curl, holding back the near end shaking her up. She wrinkles her face closed, moaning, fear deliciously mixing with the pleasure. She’s extenuated from holding it all in, overwhelming bliss demanding to be released. It’s so close she can taste it, and it tastes like defeat. 

Desperate, she lowers her head further than she’s ever managed, taking him deep inside her throat. A cry resonates on her clit. When he’s practically buried in her mouth, she swallows around him; Matty screams her name, or at least some very similar vowels muffled by her cunt. 

His cock twitches, hips rising, and then he’s coming up her throat. As soon as Alana feels the first salty drops, she raises her head, breathing in deeply as it hits her tongue instead. A victorious laugh blooms out of her, quickly transformed into a moan as Matty does one particularly artful lick and suddenly she’s breaking apart on top of him. 

Ravaging euphoria slips from her fingers, razing through her exhausted body with giddiness. She cries louder than she has now that he’s out of her mouth, louder than him, a garbled version of Matty out of her lips. Her limbs shake and she slumps on him, too gone to hold herself up. 

Alana manages just enough energy to dismount him, turning to make eye contact with him. She sticks her tongue out, cum still on it, then swallows it with a victorious smile. “I’m not so untrustworthy after all,” she says, devilish, falling into his open arms. 

Matty pants. “Fucking hell,” he shakes his head, sweaty hair following the movement. 

“I win,” Alana says, a bad winner through and through. “Twice. What’s my prize this time?” 

He laughs, perhaps too blissed out and tired to care for petty annoyance. “Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll go down on you again.” 

“Nah,” Alana says, nestling further into his shoulder. “I can have that whenever. I want a prize.”

“Are you calling me easy?” She rolls her eyes at his faux-offense. “What do you want, then?” 

She hums, staring up at him again. She smirks, remembering the girl at the bar leaning into his touch, the cause of this sick game. “Next time you’re with another girl, I want you to call my name when you come.” 

He stares at her. “You can’t be serious.” 

“I am.” The idea of some greedy girl knowing he’s hers is a thrilling idea. She might be ready for round three just from what it does to her heart. 

“How would you even know?” 

Alana shrugs. “Send me a video.” Her tone lowers, siren eyes fluttering at him as she whispers, “And, if I’m feeling generous, maybe I’ll show you after how good it could’ve been if it was really me.” 

Matty’s stare is dark as he watches her. “Alright,” he calls. “Whatever the winner wants.” 

She grins, falling back in his shoulder, eyes slowly closing as exhaustion settles deep in her bones. She yawns, saying, “I’ll shut my eyes for a few minutes and then you can go down on me again.” 

Matty snorts. “Sure, princess.”

[toastedjeans]

I'm gonna post my PeppiGusDoise headcanons and none of you can stop me NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU

Let's start with them becoming a polycule. I like to think Gus and Pep were already dating, and Gus was friends with Doise for a while, comforting him and helping him through his depression and all that, when Doise starts to develop feelings for Gus. A little more time passes and Gus also feels something but he doesn't wanna say anything, and Doise doesn't either cause he knows Gus is dating Pep and like. He knows how scary and powerful Pep can get when he's angry. And Gus doesn't wanna make Pep feel like he isn't enough or anything, like of course he still loves him but he also wants to see if it could work out with Doise as well.

Anyway, Gus eventually talks to Pep but Pep is sceptical at first, so they settle on a meeting where everyone can hang out and get to know each other better. And Doise is on his best behavior cause Peppino reminds him too much of Peddito at first but he quickly realizes he's way less uh.. murdery.

So then at their date, everything goes well, and eventually they sit on a park bench or something together. Pep and Gus are close to each other and holding hands, while Doise is next to Gus but not as close. He doesn't wanna make a move of course. And there's like a moment where Gus squeezes Peppino's hand and like asks if he'd be okay with Gus also holding Doise's hand, and Pep thinks for a bit, looks at Doise (who is looking off to the side), then back at Gustavo, and finally agrees. And Gus slowly takes Doise's hand in his and like intertwines their fingers and Doise looks back at the two and sees Peppino just nodding approvingly and he gets so happy and starts smiling so wide and then scoots near to Gus and 7fbwkidjfjejja i am not normal about them

Normally Doise acts like a smug and cocky bastard when he's in a group setting or around people he doesn't know, doesn't need to impress, or doesn't care about. But when alone he isn't hiding himself or his depression at all, i mean he doesn't need to after all. BUT when he's around loved ones he slowly starts to become more mellow and soft.

After getting together with Gus, Doise realizes how much he misses physical affection. He's always up for cuddles or kisses, and he doesn't care what he gets, he'll love and cherish it the same way. Like, a big cuddle pile? Hell yes. Holding hands with Peppino? Hell yes. Getting a kiss on the cheek from Gustavo? Hell yes. Boop him on the nose and he gets all giggly.

Him and Peppino are both touch starved as hell, but in a little different way. While Peppino is uncomfortable with physical affection, at least from people he isn't close to, Doise could cuddle all day long. Peppino has to get used to Doise before he's as comfortable with him as he is with Gustavo.

Oh btw, Peppino and Doise start out as kinda sorta friends who happen to share a boyfriend, then they become QPPs until Doise starts developing feelings for him too. It's gonna take a while for Peppino to have feelings too but eventually he'll get there. For the time being, they are something like cuddle buddies.

Doise can be extremely annoying about wanting affection, especially with Gustavo cause he will give him some more often than not. He knows that Peppino isn't as comfortable with touch so he just asks for different kinds of affection once, and if Peppino doesn't want any, then he'll ask Gustavo. Probably multiple times.

Doise doesn't get along with Brick at first cause he reminds her of Noise. She doesn't like Noise cause he's loud and annoying, but Doise is a little different. She still doesn't actively go for cuddles with him, but she'll accept pets when he passes by.

Doise calls Gustavo either "Gavo" or "Guavo", and Peppino either "Peppo" or "Pip".

When he gets happy, Doise's whiskers curl up. Normally they droop down, but then Gus gives him a kissy on the forehead and they curl up like a cinnamon roll. He starts smiling like that one pic of spongebob where he has like the hugest and sparkliest eyes.

Speaking of eyes, the more time he spends with Pep and Gus, the more often Doise's eyes get like bigger (cause of the pupils expanding when looking at something you love), and when Peppino notices them, help him. He doesn't like to admit it, but he actually really likes his eyes. He thinks they make him look kinda cute.

And cause i said I'd explain it. Peppino and Doise are both very depressed, but it also shows in a different way. Peppino thinks more that he's a burden to everyone, that he's good for nothing, that his beloved Nonna would never be proud of him, and he constantly asks himself why Gustavo puts up with him. Doise on the other hand, he's all alone. He doesn't have friends or family, he blames himself for Peddito's death (they used to be best friends), and he thinks he has nothing to live for anymore, until meeting Gustavo. But there's still this fear that Gus (and later Pep) will eventually leave him and he'll be alone all over again. He thinks he deserves to die after what he'd done to Peddito and that he's a coward for not ending everything sooner.

Okay no I'm not ending this on a depressing note. Imagine Noise going into Doise's fight arena but there's no one there and he only hears giggling so he looks around, and then he sees Doise and Gustavo cuddling and kissing off to the side and he gets so disturbed he just. Stands there for a minute unable to move. He's like "wtf am i looking at".

Also imagine Noise being even more confused when he sees Peppino and Doise cuddling or something. Does he get jealous? Or is he mad that Peppino doesn't pay as much attention to him anymore? Why does his bootleg get more attention than him???

[bertsturns]

Lost in the Ocean

Fem!Reader x Chris Sturniolo

Fluff

Proof-read

Synopsis: Reader is obsessed with Chris’ ocean blue eyes.

A/N: This is my first FanFiction I hope it meets your guys’ wants!

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Y/N met Chris at the Tara Yummy party, instantly captivated by the boy’s flamboyant attitude, pearly teeth that lights up the darkened club, and those perfect blue orbs. The tired eye bags only adding to the perfection that his eyes were, they were truly celestial.

Y/N shot her shot and got a bulls-eye. The two hit it off at the party and Chris acquired the girl’s number. They gradually talked and hung out until Chris proposed the reality of being her boyfriend which Y/N accepted in less than a heartbeat.

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Present day, Y/N is watching Chris scroll absentmindedly on his phone. A bunch of different audios starting and stopping from his swiping through his For You Page on TikTok. Chris is sitting with his legs spread and leaned back, practically morphing into the squishy cushions of the couch. Y/N sees his crystal blue eyes light up when a significantly brighter video popped up on his phone. Immediately her attention is stuck on his perfect eyes, the way they dance around the screen of his phone as he watches the video, and the way they scrunch up when he smiles.

Y/N’s thoughts are cut short by a giggly voice, “Y/N?” Chris asks. His voice laced with amusement and slight confusion. “You’re staring, what’s up?” The boy puts his phone down after his question to give his lovely girlfriend his full attention.

“Nothin’.” Y/N mumbles, her eyes trailing off to the wooden floors beneath them. Chris notices her change in attitude, quickly taking action.

Chris grabs her face between his main four fingers and his thumb, turning it to face him. His touch tender yet slightly forceful. “What’s up, mama? Spill.” The boy commands which is more or less pleading for what’s in his girl’s pretty little mind.

Y/N was at a loss for words, his soft blues staring into hers. She stared for a long minute until opening her mouth, “Stop worrying. I was just admiring.” Her face instantly heats up at her own words. The soft pink tint painting her cheeks and nose quickly. Chris chuckles, realizing his worry was for something as small as simple admiration.

“Seriously? Got me so worried for nothin’.” Chris rolls his eyes, a smirk lingering on his pretty pink lips before his eyes turn to that all too familiar mischievous look. “What were you admiring?” Chris asks smugly.

Y/N sighs, knowing if she admits it’ll stroke his already too big ego. She ends up admitting, there’s no fun in gate-keeping, anyway. “Your eyes.” Y/N admits with her tone quiet and embarrassed. Her words get a self-congratulatory chuckle erupted from Chris. “Oh yeah?” His stupid smug smirk still plastered on his lips.

Y/N takes matters into her own hands. She knew just the way to wipe that egotistical smile off the boy’s face. Y/N smashes her lips on his, her hands on either side of his scruffy, un-shaved cheeks. Their lips dance on each other until Chris pulls away to breathe. In between his airy breaths, he grins.

“Didn’t think my eyes could hold that much power.”

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@jadesturn

[stray-tickles]

Concentration

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Summary: A tickle fight breaks out, but Caleb can't participate because he needs to concentrate on his spell. No, really.

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Jester hadn’t met any other tieflings before, besides her mama. Hadn’t met many other people, really, until she’d gone off travelling and found her group of friends. She hadn’t known what she’d expected to find out in the big wide world, but Molly was one that she’d never dreamed of.

Her mama had told her how not everyone felt the same as they did about things. How humans and half elves and orcs and goblins were a bit odd about touch in a way that she’d never understand. Jester had never been one to resist the urge to cuddle, to hug, to poke and play with those closest to her.

Molly, apparently, was the same. Jester had barely squeaked out a few giggles at his teasing prods to her belly when she pounced, fingers slipping past the edges of his coat to wriggle at his ribs and draw out delighted snorty laughter.

She giggled at how quickly he folded. “You could have asked, Molly.”

He definitely flushed at her words, illuminated by the edge of Caleb’s dome. “No- pfhaha- no fun!”

Jester could hear the others talking in the background, their voices coloured with amusement. Molly was curled up into a weak ball, twitching at her tickly assault, otherwise not resisting but to hiccup with laughter.

“You have such a good smile Molly, I should tickle you forever, then it would never stop!” Her fingers climbed to burrow into his armpits and earn a loud shriek. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Molly was laughing and kicking too hard to speak, but he managed a nod amidst his squirming.

Jester chuckled evilly. “Hehehe, did I find your worst spot, huh?” She continued to wriggle her now trapped fingers in his armpits, loving how dark purple he got. “Is this your tickly tickle spot?”

A soft voice just behind her made her jump. “Try his tail.”

Jester stopped in surprise, looking around to see a somewhat awkward looking Yasha, eyes fixed deliberately on the rain falling just past the edge of their little dome.

Molly wheezed for breath, feeling very warm and buzzy. “Traitor!” He shouted weakly, rolling onto his back for completely unrelated reasons.

“Oh?” That seemed to get Jester’s attention back on him. Presently, Molly wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. “Is she right?”

Molly swallowed nervously, that giggly anticipation swelling up in his stomach. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

She giggled. “I’m gonna find out!”

He could feel himself grinning, and made no move to get up. “Best of luck to you!”

Jester glared playfully and made a grab for his tail, which Molly smugly twitched away at the last second. He was chuckling by her third attempt to catch it, and was just about to say something mocking when he felt something that sent a shock up his spine.

Jester’s tail, which had apparently wormed its way under him to the giant weak spot that was his lower back.

His eyes locked on to hers with horror, noting her smug satisfaction. So it had all been a trick. “You little- SHIT!” Molly was interrupted by a loud shriek when Jesters tail started wriggling like a worm against his back, and also, horribly, allowing her to finally catch his tail, which she assaulted with fingers that fluttered so lightly he felt like he’d die.

And okay, Molly could admit that he loved this, loved the play and the laughing and the warmth and the touch, but that didn’t mean he could handle it.

He managed barely a moment of squealing laughter before the thrashing began, twisting and rolling around to escape her tail from poking and wriggling against his back as he cackled wildly, tugging frantically at his own tail if only for the chance to catch his breath.

Then Jester’s tail found the hem of his shirt, and the moment it touched bare skin Molly shot straight out of her grip with a scream, right out the side of the protective dome.

Jester burst out laughing, only laughing harder when Molly returned a moment later, plastered with rain and catching his breath.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” Molly asked playfully, then surprised Jester by pouncing past her, somehow tackling Yasha to the ground.

“No- Molly wait-” She managed, before clasping both hands hard over her face and giggling.

Jester cooed at Yasha’s flushed face and soft laughter, then let her eyes scan over the rest of them for her next target.

And, well. Their wizard’s ears were very red.

She grinned. “Oh Caaay-leb…”

He glanced up from his bedroll, jittery as usual. “J-ja?” Then caught the look in her eye. “Ah- no, no, nein!” He yelped, scrambling backwards away from her. “Nein!”

Jester snickered, following him and wiggling her fingers playfully. “Are you like, super ticklish or something?”

Caleb curled in on himself, locking his arms at his sides. “Nein!” Oh gods, this was bad, he could tell from Jester’s smirk this was bad.

Then a familiar clawed hand squeezed at his side and it became worse. “AHA- noplease!”

Nott snickered. “But Caleb, you just said you’re not ticklish!”

“Yeah!”

He was trapped between them, and Caleb knew, knew he was going to perish. “No- wait! The spell, I need- I cannot lose concentration!”

A lie. One he was honestly quite proud of given the circumstances, but one that they could very well see through.

Instead, Jester shrugged, a disappointed pout on her lips. “Ugh, right.” She paused. “You can recast it though…”

Nott batted her away, clearly cowed by the thought of letting the rain in, and the two backed off, leaving Caleb sitting on the soft base of the dome, watching Jester leap onto Fjords back and dig her fingers into his stomach in a way that had him cackling in seconds.

This was… good. This was what he’d wanted after all. He was not being attacked, not made to laugh like a fool, to shriek and squirm like Nott was after her attempt to get Beau backfired. He didn’t want to feel like that, even if they did look happy and close in a way that made Caleb’s heart ache. This was… better.

It wasn’t like he could bear to look any of them in the eye once they found out how godforsaken ticklish he was anyway. It had never been a trait that had felt like it fit him. Caleb was awkward and stuffy and dry, it- it didn’t suit him to drop to the ground giggling from the littlest wiggle at his stomach.

It was silly.

Besides, it had been years since anyone had felt comfortable and playful enough to tickle him, Caleb wasn’t sure it would even work, if he remembered how he was supposed to react.

He’d never known how to react to things properly. He felt his lips twitch up slightly. That had always been what felt so… easy, about being ti- touched like that. He had no choice in his reactions, no chance of saying the wrong thing when he couldn’t speak for laughing, his self-consciousness unable to bury his smile in the face of that bright sparkling silliness.

Ah, gottsverdammt. He wanted that.

He glanced over to Molly and Yasha, who had now switched places, Yasha’s fingers worrying at Molly’s ribcage enough to have him in fits of giggles, flushing dark violet and grinning so big it looked like it hurt. Caleb’s arms tightened around his sides, his sympathetic smile getting a little wider. He could almost feel it, Yasha’s fingertips softly but persistently plucking at his own ribs, melting away his resolve in a moment, turning his bones into goo.

Caleb cleared his throat in a way that he hoped was just attention-grabbing enough, and unbuckled one of his books from its holster, finding that for once he wasn’t able to concentrate on the words on the page in the way that was normally so distracting for him, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was normally distracting. That he couldn’t maintain concentration while reading.

They all knew that.

Which was why it was so disappointing when they were all so distracted by their playful roughhousing to notice. After a few minutes, Caleb half-faked an irritated sigh and summoned his lights. It was getting to dark to read, which would be a problem if he was trying to read. It did have three globules of light circling his head though, and that had to be enough.

It was, to his eternal chagrin, not.

Mollymauk was curled up in a giddy giggly ball by the time Caleb realised that this wasn’t working, and decided to tuck himself into his bedroll and pretend to sleep. At least this way he didn’t have to look at them.

He didn’t quite notice Fjord’s now wheezing giggles come to a halt, nor the soft footsteps creeping over to him. In fact, Caleb didn’t notice anything at all until a hand snuck under the edge of his bedroll and a nail drew a very quick, very ticklish line up his foot.

“Scheisse!” He sat bolt upright, feet curling up to him and a hot flush laying claim to his face. It only grew hotter when he saw the mischievous grin levelled at him.

Jester giggled, hopping onto his knees. “Hiiiii Caleb.”

He swallowed. “Uh- H-hallo, Jester.” Oh dear.

She leaned closer, grin widening, and actually this might have been a mistake.

“So, you like, totally need to focus so the dome stays up, right?”

Caleb cleared his throat. “I-ah… Ja.” He barely resisted the urge to push himself backwards.

Jester pretended to think. “Is it super hard to concentrate when you’re sleeping?”

The question spurred a smug snicker from Molly, who was still giggly and floppy, snuggled up to Yasha.

“U-uh… ja.” Oh dear, he was getting jittery.

Fjord snorted an exhausted laugh. “Quit messing with him and get to it.”

“Ja!” Caleb blurted, then flushed red. “I-I mean nein, no!”

Jester laughed delightedly. She loved the game. “Sooooo… don’t stop messing with you?”

“Jester bitte!”

She grinned widely. “Maybe I should just let you go…”

By the way her eyes glinted, Caleb knew she had noticed his hesitation, his startled silence at her words, his lack of real protests. She knew that he wanted this, and the thought had him shrinking back and squeezing his eyes shut.

Jester held back a giggle. Well, if he was going to leave himself open like that…

Soft hands latched onto Caleb’s sides, followed by surprisingly gentle claws scratching at the fabric of his shirt and skin and he let out a loud squeak, flopping onto his side. He was already smiling, he could feel it, trying desperately to muffle further squeaks and giggles that the niggling, playful feeling elicited, shit.

Jester’s smile grew bigger. “Aww, Caleb you have such a sweet smile!” She cooed. Caleb’s hands came up to cover his reddening face, and her fingers shot up under his arms, getting a loud snort and breaking through what little control he had.

Caleb’s elbows snapped down too late, only trapping Jester’s hands in what was, apparently, a very ticklish spot, though he didn’t have the time to think about that given he was trying and failing to control his stuttering laughter. One eye cracked open and he immediately wished he hadn’t, when he saw the fond, knowing grin that Nott was giving him from her bedroll. She knew, of course she knew, and the thought had him burrowing into his own bedroll.

That playful laugh melded with his own squeaky giggles for a moment. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jester teased, even as Caleb burrowed deeper, away from her delightfully horrible claws. Not to escape, even in his growingly delirious state he didn’t want to get away. But there was nothing quite so delightful as being chased.

Fingertips vibrating under his arms already had Caleb cackling helplessly and writhing like a fish on a line, but when Jester’s littlest fingers started delicately scratching at his top ribs at the same time he screeched.

On the edges of sanity, a chuckle broke through. “Oh, this I gotta see.”

Schiesse.

Caleb wasn’t sure it would be possible to curl up into a tighter ball than the one he was in, but he tried his best, as he heard the footsteps coming closer.

It was a mercy that Mollymauk only moved the blanket aside enough to whisper in his ear. “Doing okay there, Widogast?”

Even his breath tickled, Caleb lamented, keeping his helplessly laughing face as hidden as he possibly could.

Molly laughed quietly. At a guess, none present had seen Caleb laugh before, or smile beyond that wry smirk he sported once in a blue moon. And this, this was something else. Who would have thought their wizard could get so melty? A quick glance to Jester confirmed it, they were definitely doing this again. Regularly, if he had any say in it at all.

He let his claws trace down Caleb’s neck experimentally, eyes widening at the full body shiver that ran through the wizard. Oh. This was too good.

Caleb… wasn’t sure if he was capable of thought, anymore. Jester’s hands had migrated to poking and squeezing at his abominably sensitive ribcage, and Molly, damn him, was tracing and scratching at his ears and neck, laughing just close enough that his warm breath brushed Caleb’s skin as well, and everything was tingles and static and tickles.

He hiccupped. “Please- ehe- ohno please!”

Jester’s hands slowed, Caleb could just about make out her disappointed pout. Mollymauk’s teasing claws only continued to trace and skitter around his neck and ears, wiggling teasingly under his chin as he leaned closer. “Please what?”

Jester caught on quickly. “Oooh, please keep tickling you?” She started gently kneading his stomach, getting wheezing laughter and a fiery blush in response. “Oh my gosh, Caleb, you’re ticklish, like, everywhere.”

Caleb whined, past the point of doing much other than curling up into an utterly ineffective ball. “J-Jehester please, Molly!”

Molly’s claws had migrated to wriggle under his arms. He leaned closer, amid the wizard’s incoherent begging. “Do you want us to stop?” He murmured, to quietly for any but Jester to hear.

Caleb knew the answer to that question. “Nein!” He squealed. “Nein!”

Molly pressed a long kiss to his cheek, smiling. “I thought not.” He grinned, then with a parting pat on the head, leapt away to wrestle one of Caleb’s legs from the blanket.

Knowing now that he was safe to, Caleb kicked playfully, as if he had any chance of deterring Mollymauk whatsoever.

He squeaked unexpectedly when Jester wormed her fingers around him to scratch at his lower back. She laughed. “Molly he’s almost as bad as you here!”

He grinned in return, getting a good grip on Caleb’s ankle. “If he were any worse, I think he’d die.”

Caleb cackled his agreement.

“Now, I hear humans have more toes than we do.”

What?

Caleb looked over at him in confusion, panting for breath. “Nein, I do not think-” Then he caught the evil smirk and flushed bright red.

Molly chuckled. “Well, I should count to be sure.”

Caleb mumbled incoherently into his hands, reaching to pull his pillow over his face and shrieking when Jester made as if to dart her fingers under his arms. She snickered. “Aw, I think he’s almost done, Molly!”

“Hmm.” Molly cocked his head at the blushing, giggling lump known as Caleb Widogast. He did seem pretty far gone. But he also seemed happier than Molly had ever seen him, tickle drunk and all.

Always nice to end these things gradually. “Guess I’ll have to take this slow then.”

He noted that Caleb didn’t protest.

He did giggle uncontrollably with every toe that Molly caught between his fingers, wiggling teasingly and scratching a nail up each. Cute.

Caleb was well past the point of doing even as little as curling up in a ball. His mind had become giggly mush, and all his body could do now was shiver and laugh, burying his face in his thin pillow to hide from the world, from anything that would end this sooner than it absolutely had to.

“Hm, you know, I think I’ve actually forgotten how many toes tieflings have.” Molly said, pretending to think, only to quickly knock Jester onto her back and grab her leg too. He smiled wickedly. “Let me check!”

Jester squealed delightedly, already laughing. “Molly!”

He only grinned back, swiping a nail up her sole and getting a loud laugh and sending Jester flopping back onto the ground, right next to a still giggly Caleb.

Molly quickly sat atop both legs, keeping them both pinned and laughing. “Okay, now count with me, you two!”

Jester snorted and burst into loud laughter the moment Molly started wiggling her toes, as much from the silliness as from the tickles. Caleb wasn’t much better, hiccupping with giggles and unable to even try hiding his wide grin from the world. Cuuute.

His eyes cracked open for a moment, squeezing shut again when he noticed Jester’s affectionate gaze on him, arms coming up to cover that smile again.

Oh, no, definitely not, Jester decided, and rolled as close to him as she could with Molly still tickling her like that. Caleb flinched with a loud laugh when she reached for him, only to melt completely into her embrace once he realised what she was doing, burying his face into her shoulder, unable to get rid of the smile for anything.

Molly stopped a moment later, grinning up at the two of them and barely needing Jester’s grabby motion to convince him to join the cuddle pile.

Jester smiled and pressed a kiss to that mess of red hair. Maybe not every human was as different from her as she’d thought.

[ticklishthoughts1]

Attention

Alright, let's give THIS a shot

First Fandom Fic!

Ler!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Miguel O Hara was a busy man. He had built the entire spider society with the help of lyla, and keeping it functioning was imperative to the structure of the multiverse. There were anomalies to deal with, forms to fill out, forms to CREATE when there were entirely new, unprecedented events that needed to be handled in an official way. Stuff to do, stuff to do, stuff. to. do. Lyla was an amazing help, of course, without her this place would've never come into fruition. But, even with as much as she could do, as much as the other spiders helped, it still left a hell of a lot on his plate. Especially since out of all the heroes, Spider-people weren't the most ruly, around the universes. Don't even get him STARTED on the various flirty deadpools-what was their deal? Of course, beyond the work, was the grief he had never dealt with, refused to deal with-his daughter. that crumbling hole that threatened to swallow him up at any moment. It was kinda funny-he had made it mandatory for multiple spiders to seek therapy, but never took it himself. All this to say-he was in a constant state of stress, a bit of annoyance. So when he heard someone knocking at the door of his office, and growled out a "What?", he did not intend to sound as rude as he did. It was probably peter B anyway. He turned, and his eyes widened a fraction. Mentally, he groaned, at the slightly put off look on the spider's face. Dios Mio. Quickly, he tried to correct the mistake, muttering out "...sorry. What do you need, Y/N?". As you approached Miguel, and smiled at him, he felt his heartbeat start to go faster, and turned back to his work, saying "M-make it fast.". Crap. Crapcrapcrap-what was WRONG with him, lately?For some reason, he struggled to keep his composure around you. He felt-awkward. When was the last time he had EVER felt awkward?! His mind was going so fast as he tried to seem busy, that he didn't notice you walking up to him, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened, nearly jumping-god, why was he tense? "Santa mierda-Don't Do That. What is it?". When you said you were BORRRREEEDDD, he had to fight a smile at your whining. He hid it with a cough, and turned away, repling "I'm busy.". This of course, did absolute zilch in terms of stopping you. You kept on poking him, talking to him, bothering him, until eventually, he sighed, and stopped typing. You stopped talking at once, anxious you had actually annoyed him-when he turned, slowly. At this point, indulging you would be more time efficient than ignoring you. Good. Miguel looked down at you, and an EVIL look crossed his face. He smirked, and said over his shoulder "Lyla...lock the doors.". Lyla did so, looking ENTIRELY too amused at your little predictament, and making kissy faces and hearts with her hands over miguel's head, which he swatted away absentmindedly-hoping you didn't know what she meant by it. A large hand wrapped around your waist as he effortlessly picked you up, and placed you in his chair. He unsheathed his claws, smiling, and gingerly placed them on your sides...wiggling slowly. deliberately. His reddish brown eyes searched yours, your giggly expression, the way your cheeks were heating up. He was observant, seemingly reading your mind in terms of which spots were worse. The wiggling increased. As your squeals, and bursts of giggling filled the room, he got closer, and whispered with a smug, yet warm satisfaction "You want my Attention, Hermosa? You got it.".

[bellewintersroe]

Hi i just wanted to say that i absolutely love your BOB headcanons,especially your x nurse headcanon.And i wondered if

you considered making a part two,but i dont want you to feel pressured and hope you start to feel better ❤️

hey! I would love to write a part 2, thank you for requesting!! I’m guessing you mean with different boys? If that’s not what you meant feel free to request again <;3

and thank you, I’m feeling better now, I have some time off work so I can just chill :)

Band of Brothers x Nurse reader headcannons part 2:

Hmmm so just a recap, reader is a nurse attached with Easy company, and she’s super duper pretty (you can make up her appearance however you feel comfortable) anyway, a lot of the men fancy her/ are stunned by her beauty. I could honestly write so much stuff about a nurse reader x BoB, so if anymore has more ideas feel free to request :):):)

Lewis Nixon:

I feel like Lewis would intentionally get hurt on purpose just so he can speak to you. And I don’t mean major, dangerous wounds, just scratches and bruises.

after he’s divorced he’s THIRSTY, and whilst he’s always thought you were a pretty lady, he was married so his focus was not on other women.

anyway, let’s say it’s towards the end of the war, Nixon would (for once) go swimming, slightly tipsy and when he bashes his knee he goes limping over to you all child like.

“Nix, you’re so stupid swimming when you’re drunk!” And you’d probably berate him, grabbing his arm and pulling him over, all whilst he’s got a silly little smug smile on his face whilst you’re cleaning him up.

dick would roll his eyes at Lew’s obvious flirtation attempts lmao.

he’d like to talk to you about how his days been, and in return he can find out more about you, he’s inquisitive and super interested about you.

if you’re feeling a little down he notices this straight away and probably offers you some VAT 69 to share (if he can get his hands on some).

maybe you two drunk kiss??? Idk either way this man is thirsty for you, but he’s too polite to outwardly let it show too much.

Dick Winters:

I think out of everybody Dick is gonna be the most professional and respectful EVER.

There’s absolutely 0 flirting, 0 disrespect, you’d never catch him checking you out. He’s in the army, he would not dare step over a line, especially when it comes to a woman.

he loves you, you’re an amazing nurse, he admires your work and your personality, he truly values you as a friend. He knows you’re stunning, and he can see how all the other men are blatantly gob smacked by you.

the two of you probably laugh at their silly antics.

Maybe just maybe, Dick would blush around you, but that’s probably the only hint of anything as far as flirting??? I feel like anyway.

seriously too sweet and respectful.

Babe Heffron:

I can’t believe I didn’t write about him in part one ONG this boy this boy this boy.

would be red face central, he’d be blushing and stammering, probably al giggly. He has the BIGGEST crush on you out of all the men in Easy.

You’d probably know it as well.

I think it could either go one of two ways, the first is that he’s too shy and a little intimidated by you, so if he ever gets hurt or has to have physical exams he’d avoid you at all costs LMAO.

“Hey, Bill, switch lines with me would ya’?” “Wha’? Why?” “just do it!” “Ya scared of her or??” nah!” “she’s a real sweethear’, ya know!! Our platoon nurse-“ “it ain’t that, Bill!” He’s physically pushing Bill to the other line, purely because he’s too nervous to have his physical done by you. Bill would LAUGH at him for this.

Stammers around you but you just think he’s the cutest person ever which makes him blush even more, oops.

another way I could picture Babe being is still obviously a little nervous and fidgety, but he does things purposefully so he could be around you. Like cute things, he wants to sit next to you at the table and walks you home if you’ve been to the pub.

his crush only develops further into the war, I can really see him growing full on feelings, and at some point he gets too frustrated and just completely opens up to you about this.

I can picture this being after everything you’ve all been through in Bastogne, you took just good care of him- he’s upset because he just knows you don’t feel the same way back.

hmmmmm but you do, and he’s completely wrong- and let’s just say Babe would be the best boyfriend ever, protective, playful, cute, respectful. I could talk about him and a nurse reader for hours omg.

he’d be so in love and he’d look after you, in Bastogne you’d do small things like rub his back or bring him small treats that you think he’d like. He never forgets this and he’s the first to find you and bring you small gifts/ compliment you.

dreads the thought of anything happening to you in the war, he would worry.

Joe Toye:

Joe is so smooth, I can see him getting with you the very first night you meet, do I need to disclose more?

yes I do.

he’s so confident, yet so sweet, his raspy voice is such a good way to a girls heart, and all the boys would be sooo jealous that he leaves the pub with you.

whatever you wanna do or not do is fine with Joe, he’s super attracted to you and for the sake of these headcannons let me just say he’d leave you sooo satisfied after the first night of being together 😏😈.

Lingering eye contact, omfg it’s so hot, the two of you would be such an aesthetically pleasing couple.

loves you in your uniform omfggggggg. Probably would go try help you out in the medical tent just to flirt with you- ends up with a heatedddd make out session.

I think you’d have such a flirty bond with one another- not sure how it would play out later in the war- but especially in Toccoa and England I can see Toye and a nurse really enjoying themselves- if you know what I mean.

Chuck Grant:

He’s so underrated I can’t.

okay hear me out on this one, Chuck has such a smirk lift onto his face the second he sees you. He thinks you’re beautiful and he feels his heart kinda skip a beat.

whilst respectful, I think Chuck has a boyish nature about him, especially before you all get shipped off to war. When he finds out you’re placed in second platoon with him he’s super duper happy.

the two of you get close through training, and I think there could be a fairly teasing/ flirtatious nature within your friendship.

Chuck would have no problem complimenting you openly.

one day you’d be patching a fake wound up on his chest and he’s shirtless and there’s so much tension and omfg he just grabs you and you both kiss.

so so so much sexual tension between the two of you I can’t.

Even tho nothing is established between the two of you, you’d find his hand snaking under your nurses uniform, onto your lap, under the table when you’re all sat in the pub.

I think for maybe no specific reason apart from timing and privacy, the two of you don’t have sex for a while- so there’s even more tension.

idk it’s fun, he calls you his ‘girly’ as a way to wind you up and mocks being hurt so you can fake help him.

Would either tone this down or up depending on how shy/ flustered you are.

nothing too much comes of the two of you, maybe that is until later on in the war- you grow close together as friends, there’s always that chemistry lingering between you two, except now you’re both older and aged massively from the traumas of war.

You two bond, and when he gets shot I think you’d stick by him, not only to take care of him and treat him, but I think it would be easy to fall in love with one another due to the closeness you two share.

[sunstone-smiles]

Battle Strategies and Funny Faces

Author’s note: Finally, a Hubert centered fic is here! I can’t believe I haven’t done something like this sooner with him, but motivation struck hard after going on expeditions with him and hearing his dialogue during my Scarlet Blaze playthrough. Tagging @giggly-squiggily because I promised I would when it was done and @gladdygirl18 because I know you’ve been waiting for it! I hope you all enjoy it!

Series: Fire Emblem: Three Hopes

Characters: Shez and Hubert

Word count: 2,174

Summary: Shez and Hubert start off competing to see who can think up the best tactics, but a few playfully provoking words from Hubert begins a new challenge for Shez: get Hubert to make a funny face with the best way she knows how. Enjoy!

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Over the course of their time together as allies, Shez has learned that Hubert, the usually intimidating and reserved retainer to the emperor, has a soft spot for a little friendly competition. On their current expedition at the waterfront, Hubert asked Shez if they were ever “suddenly struck with a brilliant strategy on expeditions such as this?” Shez, knowing Hubert and his likes, proposed a competition to the man as a response. Hubert agreed with a chuckle.

Now the two are having a wildly engaging conversation about the best tactics and strategies that could be utilized in their hypothetical head-to-head battle occurring on the waterfront. They sit together on a blanket they laid out near the grassy edge of the water, where purple flowers freckle the green earth around them. In the surrounding area, a bridge arcs across the water and connects two pieces of land on both ends; it’s become the current talking point of their discussion.

“What?” Shez laughs out loud. “How would that work? If you send units charging across the bridge, they can easily be cut off and flanked on both sides. It sounds like you have a losing strategy there, Hubert.” 

“We’ll have an army of flying units act as cover for them,” Hubert responds. “They can coast across the water towards the enemy’s side while acting as a shield and a diversion.”

“Okay,” Shez leans forward with a teasing demeanor, “but what if they have a team of archers across the water, ready to take down your flying units?”

“In that case we would have a second team move around the back and flank the archers from behind.”

“Ah, but what if there’s an ambush from the nearby forest that suddenly attacks from the side?”

Hubert quickly counters, “To account for that, we’ll place the flyers in a ‘L’ shaped formation, creating a wall on the side to offer protection from the ambush while the infantry units clear the bridge safely.”

“But what if there are enemy units hidden beneath the water who pop out and attack your forces from below!” Shez pretends to spring upwards to emphasize her surprise.

“What?” Hubert chuckles from being taken so off guard. “Shez, how would you propose that to work?”

The mercenary giggles, “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She lifts her tea cup from the tray between them and takes a sip. Hubert picks up his cup as well, but waits to drink from it. 

“Only you would disrupt our strategic conversation with your wild fantasies,” Hubert jests before taking a sip from own cup, tasting the delightful bitterness of coffee that he prefers rather than tea.

“Oh, come on. It was funny. You had back up plans for everything, so I had to throw you off somehow.” She places her glass back on the tray. “I heard you laugh at it too, you know. Don’t tell me you didn’t. Admit it.” She aims a smug gaze at him.

There’s a long pause. Hubert takes another sip of his coffee. His focus is faced away from Shez, so it’s only until he catches the mercenary staring in his peripheral vision that he realizes she is awaiting a response.

He turns to her. “Are you waiting for me to make a funny face? You will be waiting a long time if so.”

“Oh?” Shez smiles, “Is that another challenge?”

“Only if you choose to make it one,” Hubert says in a way that playfully provokes.

“Oh, I choose to make it a challenge alright. I’ll admit that talking strategy might be your specialty Hubert, but making my friends smile is my Shez speciality,” the mercenary points to herself.

“The Shez speciality?” Hubert’s voice piques with interest. He places his coffee cup on the tray. “Well, now I’m intrigued.”

“Since I have your attention then, allow me to prepare first,” Shez smiles and stretches her arms forward. She moves the tray from between them to a far edge of the blanket behind her. Hubert gives her a curious look. 

Then, as if observing a map, Shez examines Hubert, leaning left, right, and forward for different angles of the man sitting in front of her. She hums a few “Hmm”s as she does so.

Shez leans back on her knees. “Alright, done. I just need to ask you one more question, Hubert,” Shez’s voice heightens with mischief. A smirk crosses her features. “You’re ticklish, right?”

Shez watches as Hubert’s eyes widen, even the eye peeking beneath his hair; that’s all the confirmation she needs. Before he can respond, the mercenary leaps forward and tackles him down to the blanket.

“Shez!” is all he exclaims before Shez finds a place to wiggle her fingers at his sides. A slight jump and a sharp intake of air is followed by him latching on to her wrist. He briefly stalls before his next words, “Get off of me!”

“Hey, you're the one that challenged me, remember? I can’t just back down from a challenge,” Shez grins above him as her free hand presses into his other side. He swings an arm around his torso to defend himself from the additional ambush.

“Shez! This is ludacris! I’m not even ticklish!” Suddenly, Hubert jolts with a giggle-like shout when Shez crawls her hand towards his ribs. Hubert immediately slaps a hand across his mouth to cease any trace of the sound that had passed by his lips.

“Really?” Shez jokingly tilts her head. “Because I’m pretty sure someone who’s not ticklish wouldn’t make a sound like that.”

Hubert, almost holding his breath at this point, uncovers his mouth and attempts to shove at Shez’s hand clawing at his ribs. “That was just a coincidence!” the retainer staggers a growl. An occasional twitch at the corner of his mouth nearly threatens to crack into a large smile.

“Riiight. Because it’s a coincidence that you're laughing while I’m tickling you. If you’re gonna lie Hubert, at least make it believable.” 

Shez moves a hand to his stomach, causing him to sputter out a yelp and curl up his middle. Hubert closes his lips together and frantically tries to push Shez away, but he falls back to the blanket and throws a hand across his mouth again to stave off the joyous sound that’s probably bubbling in his throat. This time, however, airy snickers start to leak from the cracks between his fingers, being unable to muffle all the hints of his growing giggles. He turns his head into his shoulder to hide any other signs of the smile beaming beneath his hand.

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere,” Shez grins again. “But I still haven’t found that funny face I’ve been waiting for. Let’s just get this hand out of the way here…” Shez playfully grabs Hubert’s wrist and easily pulls it away to uncover his wobbly smile. Immediately after, she uses the opening to dig into his underarm. He shoots his arm down with another yelp, then Shez quickly catches him off guard with a scribble to his belly; the two attacks in swift succession finally burst the barricade that’s been holding back his rushing waves of giggles.

“Shehehehez!” Hubert laughs and wraps his arms across his torso. His smile, now out in the open, has nowhere to hide as Shez unleashes playful havoc across his ticklish spots.

“There we go! Now that’s a challenge winning funny face if I've ever seen one. It’s so funny, you’re even laughing at it!”

“Yehehes! Yes! Yohohohu’ve won! Are yohohohu happy nohohow?!” Hubert takes hold of Shez’s wrists in an attempt to push her hands from him.

“Yes, very,” Shez casually responds back to him. “Although, I’ll be even happier once I get to hear more of your laughter. You’ve been holding out on me!” She scribbles her fingers with a bit more pressure, increasing the amount of giggles that spill from Hubert. Shez takes a moment to soak in his smile. She’s never really had the chance to hear his laugh without there being a maniacal tone behind it. This laugh feels lighter, more bright and carefree. It’s a nice change to hear for once.

“Thahat was nohohot part of the chahahallenge!” Hubert curls up his middle and kicks his legs out behind her.

“Then consider it me enjoying the spoils of my victory,” Shez answers with a large grin. 

The retainer tries to glare at her. “Why you deceiving—Pfft hahaha!” Hubert throws his head back and wheezes when Shez kneads right above his hips, his sentence straying due to his own explosion of laughter.

“What was that, Hubert? If you were about to threaten me, you’re doing a poor job of doing so,” Shez jokes. She climbs a free hand towards his ribs again like it was scaling a mountain, causing Hubert to tighten himself in his already curled up ball of giggles that accidentally pins Shez’s wiggling fingers to his ribs. He further attempts to conceal his silly face into his shoulder as he tries to twist away from her tickles.

Unable to create a comprehensive response through his outpour of laughter, Hubert rolls onto his side towards her and kicks his legs at Shez with enough force to try and thrust her away, but purposely not hard enough that would put her at risk of hurting her.

“Hey!” Shez chuckles as he bumps her once or twice below the shoulder. “Fighting back, huh? We’ll see about that!” Shez grabs his leg farthest from her and wrestles it until she has a tight one-handed grip on it. She pulls his squirming leg towards her and flutters her free fingers into the back of his knee. 

With a surprised shout, Hubert springs into a sitting position before bubbly giggles continue to spill from the man. He makes a futile attempt to pry Shez’s grip from his leg before his back crumbles down to the blanket, arms wrapped around his chest, bouncing with laughter. His other leg kicks at her, only leading to her grabbing that leg and giving it the same treatment.

“Shehehehez!” He digs the unrestrained heel of his boot into the ground and tries to tug himself away with assistance from the leverage of his arms. “Relehehehease my leg from yohohohur trap at ohohohonce!”

“A trap! Now that’s an interesting strategy!” Shez is reminded of their previous conversation about battle scenarios. “Let the enemy fall into a trap and then…strike!” 

Shez releases his leg and leaps at Hubert’s sides. The man jumps from the tickly shock to his torso and folds himself nearly in half. He drops his head back to the blanket and finally dissolves into a wheezy cackle, melting from the joyful glow emanating from his person. The energy just from witnessing his expression enhances the already memorable surroundings of the waterfront.

“Shehehez!” Hubert calls out to her through his abundance of giggles, “Ahahalright! Yohohou’ve had yohohour fun! Thahahat’s enohohough!”

“Aww, already? But, alright, I guess I’ve celebrated my victory long enough,” Shez teases one last time before gently pulling her hands away. Hubert lets out a few more leftover giggles before slowly beginning to recover his strength as he lies flat on his back. His arms loosen from around him and rest on his chest as it rises and falls with air.

“That was mortifying,” Hubert says between breaths.

Shez lets out a sheepish chuckle, “Sorry, Hubert.” She reaches for his hand and helps pull him upright to a sitting position. “I hope it wasn’t that bad. I saw the opportunity and I just had to take it.”

Hubert waves a hand in front of him like a shrug. “I suppose it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. Perhaps it’s what I deserve for dropping my guard after provoking your attack.”

Shez snaps her fingers and her expression perks up. “Hey, that’s a good strategy!”

“Hmm? What is?”

“Provoking the enemy to attack,” she explains. “If we go back to our bridge scenario, the troops going across the bridge would essentially provoke the enemy into cutting them off. But, what we thought would be a disadvantage could actually be used to catch the enemy off guard.”

“Huh, of course,” Hubert thinks on her claim. “Then while the enemies are stationed at the bridge, we could maneuver our troops behind them on both sides to create a pincer attack, trapping them instead.” Hubert lifts his head towards the mercenary, “Very smart, Shez.”

“Thank you,” Shez graciously takes the compliment. “We should have more expeditions to talk strategy like this more often.”

“Perhaps one that’s not exactly like this expedition. I could do without the Shez speciality every time. But I will admit, our time together is actually tolerable,” Hubert ends his sentence with a rare smile.

Shez’s features lighten on her face. It can sometimes be difficult to build trust with one as cautious as Hubert, but every little bit to earning more of his trust is progress in the right direction. She returns a warm smile to him, “I’ll take that as a win.”

[anxious-lee]

|| Normero Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: whew oh boy. im getting flustered just thinking about writing this 😳. im like 90% sure no one in this community watches this show but SCREW IT! i didn't make this blog to NOT write content for under-loved fandoms!

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alex will swear to kingdom come that he is not ticklish (it is, of course, a lie)

he puts so much value in telling the truth and yet he lies about this

norma will purr "don't lie to me, alex~"

^ alex would never admit it, but it kind of flusters him

he's not VERY ticklish, as he's been hardened by his policework for many years, but id say just a little under average

solid poker face tho. if norma wasn't so adept at reading his expressions, he'd almost be able to sell the "not ticklish" lie

certainly doesn't love it, but it's nothing he can't handle to make norma happy

plus he knows he needs the laugh every now and then

on the whole, id say norma starts the tickle fights more than alex does. he can be pretty serious, and isn't super keen to expose himself.

it mostly happens when norma is teasing or heckling him about something

but, sometimes, alex will feel particularly playful and skitter a hand up her side and strut away with a smug smile

or if norma's being coy and playing keep-away, he'll tickle her to subdue her

the first time norma found out alex was ticklish was when they were making out. it was early in the morning and the two were enjoying a morning in before alex had to head for work. norma was laying on top of him and her hands slipped a little too softly over his sides, and he twitched. norma obviously noticed and asked with zero gentleness what that was. alex tried to brush it under the rug, but norma kept touching the spot until she put the pieces together. she got a predatory look in her eyes. alex tried to slowly ease himself out from under her and stammer an excuse about being late for work, but as norma pointed out: he still had 15 minutes. ticklish cuddling ensued.

after he was released, his first words were "i haven't laughed that hard in years" (norma was now sure that this was going to be a recurring thing)

alex found out norma was ticklish immediately after. after she had stopped her attack, she was laughing to herself about how the "Big Daddy of White Pine Bay" wasn't really that mean and tough at all. to which he grinned and said "oh you want to see mean? ill show you mean."

he then proceeded to tickle her in the most gentle and careful way so like you kind of proved her point alex 😭

alex loves the sound of norma's laugh. he almost hates how much he loves it

he doesn't know this, but norma keeps track of what spots get what reaction out of alex. she has way too much fun tormenting her husband to not do so.

it's not always full blown tickle fights. sometimes alex'll purposely scratch his stubble into her neck just a little bit, or norma will pinch his side to get his attention

norma has never felt safe enough with a partner to actually enjoy getting tickled. it was just something that was thrust upon her that she had to put up with. but she truly trusts alex, and the giggly moments they spend together are when she has felt the most safe.

alex does not know what to do while being tickled, so he just keeps saying norma's name over and over again. it melts her heart

if she gets laughing hard enough, norma hiccups

alex's tickle spot is his underarms

norma's are her hips

norma tends to squirm A LOT, but alex knows exactly how to handle her energy