#tickle smut

[widowsistersandfriends]

Don't Speak

Summary: Reader gets caught drinking underage by a cop who happens to be a familiar face. Reader pays the price in a different way... (lee!reader x ler!Gal Gadot)

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: This fic is NSFW and there is tickling, sex, cops, bondage and swearing, so if any of this bothers you please do not read. Thank you!

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You were starring in a new movie and were currently hanging out with your co-stars. They were all older than you and loved to go out drinking. Feeling pressured to fit it and bond with them, you had gotten a fake ID to sneak into bars with them. Luckily for you, most bartenders accepted it without a second thought and you were free to drink and get wasted with your friends. 

Tonight you guys had chosen to go to a bar in one of the most popular places in Los Angeles. Many celebrities came to this bar, so it was no surprise when you saw famous actors and actresses huddled inside. 

You showed your ID to the bartender and you were served a drink. You started off with a fruity cocktail, wanting to slowly get into it before hitting the hard stuff. 

You were just about to order your third drink, when suddenly a cop burst into the bar.

You turned in surprise and saw a familiar face.

“Gal?” You asked in surprise.

“That’s officer Gadot to you, young lady,” the officer said to you.

“I’ve literally done a movie with you before! When did you become a cop?” You questioned.

“Ever since I knew about people causing trouble, like you,” Gal said flatly. 

“Well, I promise you I’m not causing any trouble,” you said, your speech slightly slurring.

“You’ve been drinking,” Gal commented.

You nodded, a smile growing on your face as you did a scan of how she looked in her uniform.

“How old were you when we filmed the movie?” Gal questioned, moving closer to you.

“Just a little 20 year old,” you answered, taking another sip of your drink.

“And how long ago did we film that?” She asked, setting your drink down.

“5 months ago?” You answered.

“So that means you’re still 20,” Gal said, swiping your fake ID before you could grab it.

“Y/N, I know you like the back of my hand. I know this isn’t your real name or ID. You’re underage drinking. You’re coming with me,” Gal growled, handcuffing you quickly.

“Wait! I can explain!” You pleaded.

“Hey, that's our friend!” your co-stars said.

“Your co-star broke the law,” Gal said matter-of-factly. With that, she guided you outside to her cop car. 

“Thanks for ruining my night,” you grumbled, attempting to pull away from her with your hands behind your back. 

She put a firm grip on your shoulder, turning you to face her.

“What was that?” Gal asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I said—Ah! Stahahap!” You giggled out, as Gal reached out to tickle your side.

“Don’t speak,” Gal demanded, putting you in the backseat of the car.

After driving for a while, you started to feel worried. The last thing you needed on your record was that you were a criminal and were sentenced to prison. However, something felt off, much different than your typical arrest of a criminal. 

“Where are you taking me?” You asked quietly.

“I said don’t speak,” Gal reminded you, reaching back to squeeze your knee rapidly.

You let out a squeal kicking and squirming as much as you could, which wasn’t much.

“Don’t make me tape your mouth shut,” she threatened, as you continued to scream with laughter. She eventually stopped tickling your knees, leaving you panting and in disbelief. There were so many things you wanted to say and so many questions to ask, but you were afraid of getting tickled again.

Right on cue, as if she were reading your mind, she began to speak. 

“I bet you have so many questions,” she said, glancing up at you in the rearview mirror with a smirk. You blushed, looking away quickly.

“I don’t bite remember?” Gal cooed, as you now felt really nervous. You had worked on a movie with her and had become really close, but now you felt as if you were meeting for the first time.

“Awww come on, don’t get shy on me now,” Gal teased, goading you to speak so she could tickle you again. 

You rolled your eyes, and looked out the window when you felt the car slow. You felt your heart beat rapidly, as the place looked like an abandoned dungeon. 

Gal opened up the backseat door, gently pulling you out. 

“Follow me you little delinquent,” Gal ordered, leading you to the creepy door. She pushed the door open. It was dark when you entered, but your eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. The room was wooden and bare besides a table and a chair.

“Pick one,” Gal demanded, taking your handcuffs off. You sighed in relief.

You gave her a questioning look.

“Which one do you want to suffer in first?” Gal clarified. 

You pointed at the chair.

“I was hoping you’d pick that one first,” Gal said evilly. 

“You can speak now. But just so you know, if you say something I don’t like, I’m taping your mouth,” Gal warned.

You sat in the chair, as she tied your hands together behind the chair. She also tied your feet together, so you were unable to move much. 

“I thought we were friends,” you whined, tugging at the restraints.

“Just friends?” Gal asked, tilting her head slightly and eyeing you closely. You bit your lip and looked away.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Normally when people do illegal things or crimes, they’re sent straight to jail and have to go through all these lengthy processes to get out. But like I said, you’re more than a friend, so I’m gonna give you the easy way out. I’m not putting you behind bars, and I’m not hurting you in any way,” Gal reassured you, as you felt your heart skip a beat when her accent became thick.

You nodded slowly.

“I’m just gonna punish you for drinking illegally and then you’ll be free,” Gal said, smiling and revealing a set of pearly whites that popped out in comparison to her bold red lipstick. 

She slowly walked over to you, placing her hand on your neck.

“Long time no see, friend,” Gal whispered in your ear, making you flinch as she dragged a nail on your neck. You scrunched up, holding your squeal in. 

“You like that?” She asked.

You shook your head, as she began to squeeze your neck, making you burst into giggles.

“Gahahal knohohock ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, trying your best to avoid her hands. 

“But you’re so cute when you giggle,” Gal said, pouting slightly. She began to use her sharp nails over your shoulders, and you cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless crop top. 

“AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT GAL STAHAHAHAP NOHOT THEHERE,” you screamed, bucking against the restraints. You twisted every which way and scrunched up, but it was no use. Your sensitive skin was at her mercy to tickle. 

“IHIHI NEHEED A BREHEHEAK!” You shouted, as she stopped tormenting your upper back and neck area. 

“Oh fuck that was horrible,” you said, out of breath.

“Oh you’ll love the next part even more,” Gal said, giving you a wink. With that, she pulled an electric toothbrush out of her pocket.

“Remember this? Your favorite?”

“NO! DON’T!” You shouted, as she stuck the toothbrush into your belly button, causing you to immediately hunch over to protect your sensitive little hole. 

“Ah ah ah, you’re not protecting shit,” Gal said, using her other hand to push your shoulder back, leaving your belly button sticking out for her to torment. 

“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD,” you cried out, continuing to buck forward, trying anything you could to escape the torture.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before breaking the law hmm?” Gal said, laughing at your current state. 

“I WIHILL JUST STAHAHAHAP,” you laughed in ticklish agony. 

She gave you a short break, pulling out some duct tape from her pocket. She taped the toothbrush to your belly button but didn’t turn it on yet. She sauntered over and sat down in your lap, causing you to get nervous. 

She didn’t say a word. All she did was smirk and reach down to tickle up and down your sides and ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUUCK YOHOHOU,” you squealed out. Clearly she didn’t like what you had said, so she quickly turned the toothbrush on, while continuing to tickle your sides.

“AH STAHAHAP OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE,” you laughed hysterically, unable to handle all the sensations at once. 

“I bet you’re wishing that you hadn’t worn a crop top huh?” Gal teased, now moving her hands up to tickle your uppermost ribs, right below your boobs.

You gasped and sputtered, unable to react properly to the overwhelming sensation. You fell into silent laughter, as you bucked against her. She showed no mercy, continuing to scratch over your sensitive upper ribs. 

“GAH RED RED RED!” You quickly shouted, as she immediately stopped tickling you.

“You’re way more ticklish than I remembered,” Gal said, absentmindedly tracing her finger up your side.

“Please, just let me go. I’ve learned my lesson,” you pleaded.

“Let you go? We’re just getting started,” Gal remarked, as your eyes widened. 

She bent over now to tickle your bare feet. You were slumped over from exhaustion, but jolted upright as the sensation shocked your body.

“I SWEHEHEAR I WIHIHILL END YOHOHOU,” you threatened through your laughter.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that when you’re all tied up like this?” Gal asked, now tickling the tops of your feet, making you screech and beg. 

“Oh I like that reaction,” Gal commented. 

“You’re being upgraded to platinum status,” Gal said, untying you from the chair and leading you over to the bed. 

“I thought you were done with me,” you complained. 

“Not quite,” Gal said, tying you eagle spread onto the bed. 

You knew at this point that folding over and letting her torture you wasn’t working. You were embarrassed at how easily she was overpowering you. You were gonna fight back.

Gal eyed you hungrily, ready to attack your exposed armpits.

“Ready?” Gal asked, flexing her fingers. 

“Tickle me Gal. Tickle me until I just can’t take it anymore,” you said smugly and confidently, grinning as you saw her blush a little. It was rare for her to get flustered, so this was a win in your book. 

“That’s what I plan on doing you brat. And because you gave me lip, I’m gonna make this hell for you,” Gal said, bringing out the baby oil.

Your eyes widened as she poured it onto her hands. Normally you would beg for her to not tickle you, but this time was different.

“Go ahead, oil me up. I’m yours for the night,” you said, throwing her a wink of your own. 

Gal narrowed her eyes, catching on to your tactics. 

“You’re gonna eat your words,” Gal said, rubbing the oil onto your armpits, making you squirm already.

“Just rubbing is enough to tickle you huh?” Gal said, as you struggled to not giggle. 

With that, she scratched away at your sensitive armpits, causing you to scream and buck against her. 

“HAHAHAHAH AHAHASSHOLE,” you shouted, as a mischievous grin grew on her face.

“Where’s that mouthy sub huh? Where’d she go?” Gal asked, drilling her thumbs in and making you scream.

You were laughing too much to say anything, and anytime you tried to talk, she would tickle you harder to cut you off. 

“I said don’t speak Y/N,” she commanded. 

She finally had mercy on your armpits after she felt you had suffered enough.

“Go tickle my feet, you little bitch. Maybe you can get me to cum,” you said, as she smirked down at you.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Are you too scared? Think you can’t get me to cum?” You asked cockily. 

“Oh you little shit,” Gal said, oiling your feet up and taking out the hairbrush.

“Oh…fuck,” you said, faltering now. 

“Oh fuck is right you little whore, ” Gal growled, as she scrubbed two hairbrushes over your slick soles. 

“AHHH AHAHAH OKAHAY IHIHITS TOO MUCH STAHAHAP,” you begged, feeling like you were being electrocuted. 

“Oh no, you put yourself in this situation. You’re gonna pay the price,” Gal said, now taking her nails over your soles, making your laughter go up a whole new octave. 

She noticed that your laughter was fading out and that it was turning into whimpering and moaning. 

“Are you close?” Gal asked smugly.

“N-nohoho,” you barely got out.

“Can I test that theory?” Gal asked, still running her nails over your feet. 

“You can try, but you won’t get anything,” you stammered out. 

“Oh really?” Gal asked, reaching over with one hand to finger you. A loud moan escaped you, as she continued to finger you harder. Boy was she right. You were close. Within another minute you were finishing and cumming hard, moaning and flopping around on the bed. Just when you thought the orgasm was over, a new one would begin and drive you crazy again. 

“GAL! You shouted, tapping the bed to show you were surrendering. 

“What was that? All that trash talk for this?” Gal teased, as you were recovering. You were too out of breath to respond.

“You lost, Y/N. Do I get my subby lee back?” Gal asked.

“I’m not your subby lee,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Do I have to find her again?” Gal asked, moving up to sit on your stomach. She leaned down to kiss you passionately, and you returned it eagerly. However, you snorted when she began to tickle your armpits again, making you squeal and giggle.

“GAHAHAL NOHOHOHO ENOHOUGH,” you squealed.

“Awww there’s the subby lee,” Gal cooed, blowing a raspberry for good measure.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Gal asked. You completely blanked, forgetting why you were even here in the first place.

“Yes,” you sighed with an eye roll.

“Will you be mine?” Gal asked sweetly.

“Is this what this was? You couldn’t have just asked me out normally?” You asked playfully.

“Hey if you want a grand person you gotta do a grand gesture,” Gal responded.

She untied you and gave you another kiss.

“Wait a minute…are you even a cop?” You asked suspiciously.

“I have the right to remain silent,” Gal said, giggling hysterically.

[bunnis-monsters]

Just find it so cute when a puppy!hybrid does something wrong so they roll onto their back and expose their belly hoping you’ll forgive them by showing submission…

And it’s hard to stay mad at them when they’re making kneading motions in the air and giving you those puppy dog eyes… but fortunately you’re a human, not a hybrid, and those puppy mannerisms only get them so far.

So you get on top and punish them with blowing raspberries on their belly, keeping them pinned under you. They yelp and squeal, kicking their legs and letting out little barks until you pull away, satisfied.

“Stop chewing up my stuff, pup. You know better. Next time, I’ll bite you too.”

But this just makes them all horny, feeling hot and bothered at your asserting yourself…

[cloudzoro]

cw: smut, fem!reader

Rug munchers, jungle explorers, bush divers. Call them whatever you want and they'll wear that title with pride because they're not scared of hairy pussy. They like how you look with hair.

They don't give a fuck whether or not you shave but they prefer it if you don't and they make that known to you. They like her hairy, and you better stop being worried that they're gonna judge you. You're both grown ass adults, you're supposed to have a little hair.

What kind of person is scared of a little hair? they think that mindset is pathetic and roll their eyes at the very idea you'd be less sexy to them unshaven. They'll pull your sweet pussy down on their face and go to absolute town down there and thoroughly enjoy it.

One Piece - Shanks, Robin, Crocodile, Zoro, Ace, Tashigi, Roger, Beckman, Killer

JJK - Toji, Nanami, Shoko, Sukuna

[arcanarix]

pussydrunk geto who can’t ever, EVER get enough of yours

your perfect pussy is all he thinks about, to the point where it distracts him from his typical duties because the only thing motivating him to get all of this extra shit out of the way is getting to come back to you and to bury himself between your legs until he makes a whole ass lake of your arousal before he does it again while you’re squirting endlessly on his cock. crying and begging for him to keep going even if you’re completely spent because you just fucking loooooove his attention and he’s so happy to give it to you.

even while he’s in the middle of exorcising dumb monkey clients or some shit he’s thinking about you on his shoulders while you’re grinding on his tongue and he’s making that perfect pussy rain all over the fucking floor and he doesn’t care because his monkey goons can just clean the shit up (or he can too, he’ll happily do that, you have no idea how happy he is to be your dirty nasty dog). or he’s thinking about spreading your pussy and displaying it to his monkey fucker goons and making them all wish they can have what they can’t, fucking you stupid on his fingers while they worship him

or he just wants to play pussy inspector and punish you a little for pleasuring yourself if he believes you have while he’s away and you play along of course, because of course all he wants is an excuse to lose himself in his favorite pussy until all of his face, his hands and his cock is all drenched in your juices

[teastainedprose]

Office Tryst ( Homelander x Reader)

I had bigger plans for this, but the inspiration well dried up so I'm slapping this up here as is.

🔞1K EXACTLY, You hate Homelander. He's a fucking bastard, but you'll fuck him all the same. (PIV sex, flirting with voyeurism, bruises, biting) [AO3]

Office trysts are nothing new to those scurrying about Vought Tower. Homelander has heard and witnessed plenty by mistake while zoning out in meetings, x-ray vision active as his gaze has wandered. He's seen some shit.

Now, engaging in one is a whole other beast. Homelander is finding that he delights in the risk of it, even if it is with you. For Homelander, getting caught is a thrill and for you? Well, they'd fire your ass.

Which is why you know it's intentional when the elevator doors slide open and Homelander is standing there with a wicked grin. He's quick to yank you against his unyielding form, one hand already pawing at the front of your blouse as he succeeds in shoving his tongue down your throat.

He's always quick to release you right before the elevator chimes and those doors slide wide open, too. His timing is impeccable but you figure it's his super hearing discerning when the elevator slows. It's far easier for Homelander to put himself back together in that stupid suit than it is for you to tug your clothing back into place and smooth down your hair.

Your fear of getting caught amuses Homelander and you swear your quickening pulse at the sound of footsteps gets him harder every time. 

He could put that super hearing to good use as no one can actively sneak up on the Homelander. You both know he lets it happen every fucking time. 

He delights in how you shove your face into his suit and clamp your mouth shut in an attempt to keep quiet. That's when Homelander whispers the most deprived things in your ear, rutting into you harder while trying to pull louder moans from you.

"I fucking hate you," You hiss up at him as the sound of retreating foot steps diminishes. You glare at him even while his cock is buried in you.  You'd frozen up at the sound, muscles tense with dread because your skirt is hiked up, pinned against the wall with Homelander balls deep in you. Not exactly an HR approved gesture between coworkers.

"I know, sweetheart." Homelander purrs back as he begins to move into you again. His thrusts are punishing as he resumes his relentless pace. You finally reward him with subdued moans directly into his ear, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure you two steal.

It's a dangerous game you're both playing, but it's fun. Also, he's The Homelander. No one is going to chide him and who is going to blame you?

If you slink off and that 'bathroom' break is longer than expected, who among your coworkers is going to snitch? None of them are going to quibble if Homelander's partner vanishes within the building for strange, lengthy breaks. No one would dare.

As the office trysts continue, you begin to learn more of Homelander's moods. His rages are legendary and people know to avoid the supe on bad numbers days, but you're learning everything between a total meltdown and a good day.

The good days he's almost affectionate. His wit is biting as you exchange barbs, but it's all playful undertones as you bare your teeth at one another. On such days, you almost like him. He's almost charming. It's fun.

Then there are the days where everything has gone terribly wrong for Homelander. You know these sort of rages can result in little fires within the building. There was one incident where a production trailer exploded, blamed on a faulty wire. Curious that it had been Homelander's trailer and he'd looked extra petulant that day. 

Those are the sort of days people scurry out of Homelanders' way, but for you? Those are the days you find you like best.

He's always desperate those days. Homelander growls in your ear, snatches at the back of your neck as he looms as a threat behind you. He'll give a possessive squeeze against your skin and a polite false smile to your coworkers with a comment about needing to speak to his girl in private. 

The thrill that hums through your body is always the same. The danger of Homelander always excites you. You refuse to analyze why his possessiveness makes you all the wetter.

You're merrily dragged away into some empty conference room or even a broom closet of all things and Homelander doesn't wait to latch his teeth onto some part of your flesh. Your neck. Your shoulder. Once your inner thigh before he shoved your skirt up higher and yanked your panties down to bury his face there with a snarl. His favorite is a breast, usually the right one or whichever he can get out of your top the quickest. The bruises last for days and you don't mind that in the least.

Always aggressive with how he bites and sucks, little concern as to how it harms you. Which it does, but you like it. Homelander knows how to sink his teeth into you to pull delicious noises free, the ones you try to cover up even while he urges you to be louder. The angry, red marks Homelander leaves are reminders of a fun time had by all.

There's some aggressive urge to vent his frustrations out on your body, but even then Homelander is coiled with control. He could break skin with a flex of his jaw, snap bones with a flick of his wrist, but he never does. Not even when Homelander stares up at you, hatred boiling in the endless blue of his eyes. He hates you as you hate him. Homelander especially hates how he craves you.

Yet, even if the two of you growl out about how much you loathe each other? Even as he glares and postures, the hatred never burns as hot as it used to. It never burns the pair of you up like your passion does now on the daily. You try not to think about that. Such thoughts are dangerous.

[konigsblog]

mdni - tw: dubcon (?), tickle play

tickle play with simon because it's all i can think about

his large, warm hands attacking your sides sent you into a fit of giggles. you were giggling and laughing uncontrollably, until your ribs were hurting and tears were forming at your waterline. simon's thick, slick cock slid into you, but you didn't catch it — too busy giggling to notice how he was rocking his big cock into your sore pussy.

you didn't even register the pain. simon had a smile plastered across his face, from ear to ear. his large, rough hands ran up your body to your armpits, tickling you while you pleaded for him to stop through loud laughter. a low grunt emitted from him, going unnoticed. he furrowed his eyebrows, your walls continuing to pulse and tighten around his girth, squeezing him oh so tightly...

simon's fat balls slapped against your ass, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic the longer he drew out his orgasm. you wiped a tear from your eye, crying of laughter. pretty cheeks tearstained, leaving you flushed and hot and a mess beneath simon who was taking advantage of your vulnerability and dumbness...

and still, you didn't pay attention to the way your thighs and cunny became more and more sticky with his white, milky cum smeared across your skin. his heavy, tight balls slapping against your pretty ass as he rutted into you. he pinched your hardened and sensitive nipple with two fingers, moving his fingers to begin ticking underneath your armpits. your bodies became sweaty the more simon teased and fucked you, thrusting into you one last time before he came all inside your wet pussy.

you breathed heavily, dizzy and lightheaded. you only realised how simon had been fucking you when you felt him pull away, the heavy and hot weight of his dick easing away from your sopping wet cunt, his fingers replacing his cock. they pumped into you, and your jaw became slack from pleasure and surprise. you coated his fingers in sweet slick the more he pushed them into your hole, muttering about how stupid you were to let your guard down around him. he'd rub that spot, his thumb grazing against your sensitive clit, taunting you ‘til you came all over his abdomen.

and you're just so, so confused and tired to process how and what he was doing to you. :(

[highdefhoetry]

greedy.

summary: sylus is the tickle monster.

cw: nsfw!! tickling, cnc, verbal teasing, begging, struggling, etc.

a/n: mostly just a tickle kink fic with sexual arousal at end, so it's not explicit smut but tagging as nsfw anyway

“Sylus, please, no more!”

You beg for mercy through frantic laughter, spluttering out barely coherent pleas that never reach your boyfriend's ears. His large hands, clamped around your waist, lightly tickle both sides of your body while you thrash around like a fish out of water. 

“It’s too late for that, sweetie. I gave you fair warning, didn’t I?”

You try to talk back, but your words are drowned out by the panicked giggles he’s forcing out of you. He shoves his hands under your arms, clawing there gently until you feel like you’re losing your mind. And despite how much you’re struggling, you just can’t get away. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, his hands just follow the movements of your body, tickling every vulnerable spot his hands can reach. Your sides. Your stomach. Your hips. Even your neck isn't safe from his attacks.

You should have never let him catch you. Now, he won’t let you go until his greed has been filled.

This always happens when you act a little too bratty. He can handle a bit of sass, but even a patient man like him has his limits. This time, you can’t even remember what it is you said. Was it something about his sunglasses? The sauce that he bought for dinner? Or was this payback for your sneak attack this morning? Whatever it was, it’s not like he would let you go just because you apologized. When Sylus is in this kind of mood, he doesn’t let up until he’s tickled you out of your mind.

“Come on,” you gasp when he stops for a moment, taking advantage of the short break to try and appeal to his sense of mercy. “I’ll do… whatever you say…”

“Of course you’re going to do what I say, kitten. That’s what you should have been doing all along. This is what happens when you don’t obey.”

Before you can think of a response, you feel those long fingers of his curl around to the back of your ribs. You arch your back and let out something akin to a howl, then burst into laughter again. He climbs over you, pinning your legs and hips to the bed, spidering up and down your sides in a random and unpredictable fashion. Your flail your arms, grab his wrists to try and pull them off, but it’s like trying to lift ten tons of iron. He’s just too damn strong. 

He tires of your thrashing and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head so tightly you can’t move an inch. His hand sneaks under the hem of your shirt, which had risen up in your struggles, and teases the soft skin of your stomach. Small, slow circles around your navel. Light scribbles on your lower belly. Gentle paths from side to side, traced out by his fingertips. You fall into silent laughter, barely able to shriek or giggle. Your body quivers at every touch, betraying you with this soft weakness. 

You’re starting to lose energy. He seems to pick up on that and lightens up a bit, slowly stroking the dips of your waist. It still tickles like hell, but it’s not nearly as intense as before. You giggle softly and twist from side to side while he teases you once more.

“You’re much, much too ticklish to be this mischievous,” he croons with a confident smirk.

“Have mercy… please…!”

His hands slowly come to a stop, resting on your waist and giving you a moment of respite. They remain there as your chest rises and falls, your lungs desperate for air. He leans forward and plants his lips on yours, stealing some of that breath away and leaving you gasping for more. 

That was your Sylus. Always so greedy. 

“...Oh, sweetie. I wouldn’t be a formidable fighter if I showed any mercy to my opponent, now would I?” 

A sudden scream pierces the air. A sensation like an electric shock shoots through your body, causing you to jerk around wildly. All he’s doing is pinching your ribs. Gently, at that, and it’s having this much of an effect. Your laughter turns into maniacal cackling, the pinches turn into pokes and prods that you're helpless to stop.

The element of surprise was one of his most powerful weapons against you. That, and those skilled, dexterous hands of his. He had memorized every inch of your body, taking note of the touches you responded to and all the places on your body that garnered a reaction. He listened for your little gasps and subtle giggles. He paid attention to the shivers, the goosebumps, the slight quivering of your skin when he applied just the right pressure. And now he was using all of that information against you.

You babble incoherently for a while, resigning yourself to this torture, until finally he stops for good. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are halfway off, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat glistening on the surface of your skin. He grins down at you triumphantly, looking quite pleased with himself and the sight of you all worn out beneath him.

“You should never have let me discover this little weakness of yours, kitten,” he whispers, kissing a path from your shoulder to your neck.

One hand drifts between your thighs and rubs the swollen bud barely covered by your thin panties. When his fingers touch your wetness, he smiles and leans in for another kiss. You let out a tiny moan, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your legs wrap around his waist, forcing his stiffness to press against your mound. 

Now that he’s gotten you all riled up, it’s your turn to be greedy.

[bondwithme-murderstyle]

i adore that as a collective we decided that spencer reid is a huge whimpering, groaning munch-mess. it just makes me feel warm inside that were all on that wavelength

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

I don't think we talk enough about Logan being canonically ticklish on his stomach ( per the end of X1). I just think we need to dive into this further and by us i mean fanfiction writers and Wade.

[queenendless]

Chubby Goodness

A/n: Chubby fat Geto does something to me now, I swear. I have a soft spot for Geto cause of S2 of course so that helps. Another spur of the moment piece, yas indeed.

Chubby!Sub!Geto x Dom!GN!Reader. SFW and 🔞 content inside.

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Kneading the fatty plushness of his belly flaps had you ogling his velvety mushy skin. Your eyes welled up with sparkling wonder at how he looks so freaking cute. Caressing and playing with his face cheeks made seeing his bashful blushing face all worth it.

Brushing his back length inky strands got you spotting his pink cheeked smiling self twiddling his sleeve covered hands in the mirrors reflection while waiting for you to finish compelled you to braid his locks like a Rapunzel do before taking his face in your hands to lather lipstick marks all over his beet red self; borrowing the makeup from his stash.

Watching his robed, socked, sandal wearing-self waddling here and there throughout his temple with adoration. Seeing Mimiko and Nanako cuddling either side of Geto as they lounge and nibble on sweets as Geto's lips and cheeks are smeared with sugary goodness tempted you to lick off such said goodness. And you did. To the twins amusement and to his flushed embarrassment.

Whether dressed in his robes, regular clothes, or even cross dressing, seeing his radiance stretch out his attire to the point where skin peaked out had you pining hard. Skimpy tops and shorts especially just to ogle his back rolls and big fat dumpy jiggling as his hefty hips swayed to and fro.

And the lingerie. FUCK the lingerie. Definitely the see through, bra and thong combo. The fact he willingly lets you dolly him up and you get to watch while seated down as he swayed, sashayed and spun about while modeling got your heart racing and your core pulsating. Wiggling his plump giant ass in your face gets you. Every. TIME! Yep, your phat angel is getting railed for this.

Stripping him of his clothing left him rosy cheeked and shy as his tubby glory laid bare beneath you. Fondling his pecs turned breasts always had him moaning like the sensitive, needy man that he has become. Stroking his hanging jugs and sucking on those utters just to watch with lidded eyes at his squeezed eyed, mewling expression. Peppering bite marks and bruised sucks all over his drooled layered mounds and nipples brought a sharp toothed smile to your face.

Nuzzling your face into that smooth bulging tum tum made him jiggle with giggles. Wringing your paws into his jelly belly had him laughing and shaking his meaty arms. Raspberry blowing in his roundness had his tubby thighs nearly hitting you in the process to get you off, kicking to accentuate his high-pitched squealing. And so, straddling his stretch marked hips, you pinched and wriggling into those plump thighs and calves had him cackling unhinged. Yet you knew deep down he enjoyed these ler and lee bouts amiss the sex as much as you do.

Finally satiating your tickle need for now, you spun around to properly ride him. It always brought you two to tears of unbridled amor. Your hands clawed into his stretch marked hips for support as his meaty hands hook into your hips. Seeing that sweat sheen shine to your beloved Suguru's round swelling beauty made you gushing to his endowed relief. His throbbing burning staff always filled you to the brim in your gooey tight grip. Bopping up and down his shaft had him cumming at least a dozen times in you as you came all over his abdomen.

You always doted on your chubby hubby, pulling out of him, and rolling him onto his plush cum coated belly, as his sausage fingers and toes curl into the tainted sheets while you ate him out between his ginormous stretch marked peaches. His cacophony of swears and carnal whines had you teething and marking every inch of those hills. Seeing his heaving red cheeked face had you brushing aside the strands stuck to his face, being his big spoon, following his already exhausted self in deep sleep.

Giving him butterfly kisses in the morning gets him tiredly smiling as it stirs him awake. Prepping the bathwaters for a gentle warmth to contrast the cool early sunrise, you helped him into the massive tub, watching him settle in lax enjoyment, before joining him. The next half hour left you two pruny but melded into one as you cuddled your round cutie baby.

Most of all, your smug smirk always grows whenever you cross paths with that certain sorcerer, eyeing Gojo's strewn lipped expression at you being the one carrying his ex bestie turned your chubby cultist lover in your literal cursed fueled arms yourself. Not him. Him waving and teasingly calling out Satoru in that light elated tone only made you huff in envy before bolting you two away, leaving your curse user allies and sorcerer foes in your dust, as every time your Sugu reacts to your one and only competition ergo Toru, you feel the need to remind your man who he belongs to. He knew what he was doing. Just for this exact end result. You two stayed in your shared private room in the temple the rest of the day.

Conclusion? A chubby Suguru Geto is a whole new kind of addiction. One you could never forget.

[sneakyyone]

Ugh just want a nasty female in my dms 💦🥺

[taeyongdoyoung]

pumpkin and tiger

summary: what happens when you ask your boyfriend to tickle you... pairing: hoshi x reader genre: smut, established relationship warnings: tickling kink, mentions of past kink-shaming/break-up, pet names, bondage, established safeword (not used), fingering, piv sex, creampie, dumbification (if you squint), overstimulation, dirty talk, lowkey subspace, implied switch!hoshi (he doms here tho) word count: 1.3k

You are literally shaking just picturing how you'd ask your boyfriend the unthinkable. You have a very normal, healthy sex life with him. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, he asks you to call him "tiger" in bed every once in a while, but other than that, everything has been pretty mild so far. You're pretty sure that your kink is somewhat...untraditional.

Not that you are not satisfied with the way things have been so far. But you really want to try something new. The problem is, you are not sure how your boyfriend will take it. In a past relationship, you've been not only kink-shamed but directly broken up with because of your interest. But Hoshi has been beyond perfect. He wouldn't ditch you over something like this, right? Even if it wasn't his cup of tea, he could just say so and you'd drop the subject.

So, you finally gather enough courage to bring up your question.

"Hosh, can I ask you something kinda weird?"

"Sure thing, pumpkin. What's up?" Hoshi listens to you attentively.

"Have you heard of a tickling kink?"

"Hm? What's that?"

"Well, it's basically when one person in a relationship enjoys being tickled and the other one does the tickling. It's not just about the tickling itself but...the total loss of control and helplessness can be a turn on. Also, it makes you giggle and release endorphins," you suddenly feel so silly, sharing a mini-lecture about the benefits of tickling.

"Oh, that sounds interesting," Hoshi responds calmly as if you are telling him about the weather. "Where did you read that?"

"Just like...the Internet and stuff. So, um, the reason I'm saying this is that I've been interested in it. Being tickled, I suppose, it can be fun, I think. I mean, I haven't tried it before, but I'd like to...if that's something you'd like to participate in, of course."

"Alright, that can be arranged!" Hoshi replies enthusiastically.

"Really? You're not breaking up with me?" you breathe out a sigh of relief, not believing your luck.

"Over that? Isn't that a foolish reason to break up with someone?"

"Uh...to be honest, I've been broken up with for suggesting that."

"No way! Give me name and address, I just wanna talk with your shitty ex," Hoshi threatens, his fists adorably clenched into fists, making you laugh.

"No need, I'm just glad it led me to a handsome tiger like you," you hug Hoshi affectionately and he ruffles your hair.

"I'm even more glad you're so into my tiger thing," Hoshi grins widely. "So, do you wanna try the tickling thing right now?"

"Right now?" you blink in shock.

"I mean, sure, unless you have something better to do?"

"No, I mean, I don't! But shouldn't we discuss it more first?" you are suddenly panicking. You've never done this before and are so thrilled, but you've read that it's good to be prepared when engaging in new kinks.

"Oh, right! Like...where exactly do you want to be tickled and stuff?" Hoshi is eager to learn more about your preferences.

"Um, anywhere, I guess. As far as I know feet, armpits and belly are the most ticklish parts."

"Yeah, sounds about right," Hoshi hums in agreement. "We'll need a safeword, yeah? In case it becomes too much for you."

Oh my goodness, he really is the best guy ever.

"Spider!"

"WHERE?" Hoshi yells in fear, looking around.

"Nowhere, haha, I meant, how about spider as the safeword?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, let's use that," he calms down and tries to play it cool.

"Do you think you'd be comfortable to tie me up?" you ask nervously.

"Tie you up?" Hoshi repeats.

"So that I can't fight back?"

"Wow, um...if that's what you want."

You nod excitedly, still in disbelief that he's actually willing to give this a shot for you.

"Thank you so much!" you squeal and give him another hug.

"I haven't done anything yet, pumpkin!" he chuckles and kisses your cheek fondly. "But I'll try my best to bring your fantasy to reality. As for you, don't hesitate to call out "spider" if things become unbearable, okay?"

"Yes, sir! I mean, Mr. Tiger. I mean..."

"Call me whatever you want tonight, my dear. I'll take care of you."

You gulp on air because you trust him unwaveringly but you've never done this before and it can be unnerving.

"Arms up, baby," Hoshi commands you easily and you immediately obey him.

When he takes off your top and bra, the first thing he does is tie your wrists up with a makeshift rope made from the straps your bra.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah," you confirm.

Then, your boyfriend takes off your jeans and panties, this time using your panties to bind your ankles together to prevent much movement.

"These'll probably rip but oh well," Hoshi shrugs with a teasing smirk.

"I'll try my best not to wriggle too much," you respond.

"Oh, you'll have no choice," Hoshi smiles devlishly but it is too late for regrets.

He starts tickling you so suddenly you have no time to react or attempt to defend yourself. First, attacking your armpits, eliciting adorable giggles from you.

"Ha-ha, stoppp, please, ha-ha, I can't..."

"But I just started?" Hoshi reminds you and continues the sweet torment with his fingers.

Fuck, it feels so good.

"You know what to say if you really want me to stop," he tilts his head to the side.

"I know," you confirm but don't say the safeword so he keeps going.

Next, Hoshi tickles your belly, making you squeal from joy.

"Oh my gosh, Hosh, p-please, hah-"

"You like it?"

"S-so m-much," you manage to utter through your laughter.

"Good," he smiles proudly.

After he pays enough attention to your tummy, he begins to tickle your feet. Damn. This is the worst. And simultaneously the best. Pain and pleasure melt into one.

"N-no, f-fuck, s-stop it," you cry out to him.

The word "spider" is on the tip of your tongue but at the same time, you don't want this to end so soon.

"Need a break?"

You shake your head vigorously, determined to enjoy this to the fullest.

Hoshi unties your ankles and pushes your legs apart, using one hand to finger your pussy and another to keep tickling your belly. The overstimulation is too much your brain doesn't know what to focus on. You cum so fast and so hard you feel your entire body shaking under your boyfriend's skilled hands. Not giving you time to recover, he starts caressing your clit lightly, as if tickling it.

"Mmmh, p-please," you murmur weakly.

"What is it, pumpkin? What are you asking me for?"

"Dunno," you sigh.

"Already gon' stupid on me, huh, pretty girl? Don't have energy to think?"

"N-no," you barely manage.

"Well, you're still talking so you must have some life left in ya."

Removing his fingers from your wetness, he unzips his jeans in a hurry and takes his cock out, pumping it up a couple of times.

"W-want it," you beg desperately.

"Pumpkin wants tiger's cock? Where do you want it, sweet girl?"

"Inside me, please," you do your best to ask politely.

"Well, then, I better stuff my sweet pumpkin with meat," Hoshi laughs at his own silly joke and enters you smoothly.

As he fucks into you, he doesn't forget to tickle your armpits and belly to make it feel even more intense and enjoyable.

You laugh and you scream and you moan, overwhelmed by the variety of sensations you're experiencing. Soon enough, you cum again and Hoshi does so as well, stuffing you nice and full as he promised.

Deeming this enough for a first time attempt, he slides out of you, putting an end to all this tickling. He hurriedly brings you water and helps clean you up as much as possible.

"Are you okay? Was that too much?" Hoshi asks in genuine concern as he cuddles you softly.

"It was...more than perfect!" you exclaim in amazement and kiss his cheek. "It felt so good I can't explain it."

"I mean...how about you show me next time?"

The End

[roseytheangel]

Heyo here’s twelfth day!

Hope y’all enjoy.

Izuku was tired. That was an understatement. He just had training with all might and Katsuki, and training was much worse. He had second to none sleep thanks to the nightmares of kamino ward.

He sighed, too tired to even bother with schoolwork. Quite easily people noticed, got worried. Shoto walked closer tapped him on the shoulder and looked worried, “you ok midoryia..? He mumbled as he stared into his eyes.

Izuku flinched and nodded, “yeah.. just tired.. of… you know.. life.” He sighed as shoto nodded in understanding, looking at him in sympathy. Shoto took and gave a deep breath before answering, “you know we are here for you right?”

Izuku only nodded in response as he started walking back to the dorms.

-

After a few more hours of a nap he was woken up by a presence he could feel, he groaned and turned over to try escaping and keeping warm but it didn’t leave. It felt like a hand stroking his cheek but he couldn’t be sure who it was until he heard a huff and felt hands wrap around him.

Katsuki. Katsuki was cuddling him.

He tried not to go bright red and ruin the moment as he snuggled in closer but Katsuki humned and pulled him closer, a small breath felt on izuku’s neck as he was nuzzled into by the blonde. Izuku hummed and actually started relaxing.

That was when he felt it, the cold jolt of AFO staring at him. He flung up and used, by his knowledge, 50% of his power. He froze as he felt the whole dorm go into chaos, his face dropping as he realised it was his fault. He needed to get his shit together.

He locked himself into his room with an upset look on his face, curling into a ball as he started crying.

He was the problem.

-

After a few more hours he heard a knock, “let me in dumbass.” The voice grumbled before a cooler and more gentle voice came out behind it, “let us in midoryia…”

He huffed and reluctantly opened the door, trying to smile as he saw the blonde and dual haired boy stare back in worry, their faces almost dropping as he saw the depressed and drained greenette staring back.

“D- izuku.. stop hiding in your room, we know it was an accident Damn it.” Bakugou said firmly as he glanced at todoroki for approval, when he got a nod in response he looked back at deku and sat onto his bed.

“But.. I-i hurt you guys- I-i didn’t want to..” izuku muttered, before shoto hummed and held izuku’s hand, squeezing it gently as he locked eyes with midoryia.

“That isn’t true you know.. we don’t think that and neither does anybody else in 1-A.” Shoto said as bluntly as he could without sounding too mean. Patting izuku’s thigh as katsuki huffed, “exactly, so stop acting like this got it?” Katsuki poked his side to try prove a point but izuku only flinched and tried pushing him away.

Katsuki paused and looked at shoto. That was an idea. Shoto chuckled and brought izuku closer, “your not.. ticklish.. are you midoryia..?” He muttered into izuku’s ear, smirking as the boy snickered and tried pulling away, bakugou’s large arms blocking him.

“N-nohoho- hahaha! Kahahacchan! Wahahaihihit!” The young boy squealed as katsuki started digging into his sides. Shoto chuckling and forcing his hands up so he could dig into his armpit, causing the boy to giggle louder.

“Aw.. how are you giggling this badly already?” Katsuki muttered as he led him down and started to dig into his stomach instead, putting his body laid onto the bed as shoto moved to his thighs. Izuku’s giggles turning into squeaky laughs, “StohOHOhohop! Ihihit tickles..”

“That’s kinda the point izuku…” shoto muttered as his hands moved quicker. Katsuki pulling away and shoto reluctantly doing it as izuku deflated.

“Feeling better?” Katsuki pats his shoulder as izuku nodded.

“Good now let’s get downstairs.”

——

Edit: sorry this took so long haha-

Bye!!

[catsoupki]

the youthful innocence of being able to touch each other so carelessly— a brush of hair out of your face, a fix of your uniform collar, a lingering touch when you borrow a pencil, all without the chains n locks of commitment, without PR managers on your tail, without tabloids and paparazzi watching your every stroke of brow and every twitch of finger; to be able to tickle and tease you without prying eyes, and i can just dust my fingertips all over you, and cover you in my fingerprints until you shower it all off and we do it again

bkg & reader