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roamingtigress · 3 months ago

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Hosea and Dutch's wedding anniversary is approaching, and Dutch wants to impress Hosea with a little more accessorizing (because, as you know, he doesn't have enough jewelry).

*CONTAINS OLD MAN YAOI SMUT*

Chain Reaction

by Roaming Tigress

Dutch is many things.

He is a con man, a leader of a notorious gang with a novel-length list of crimes he is wanted for. He is a frustrating bastard that makes you want to whack him across the head with a pillow, and yet, you might also take pity on him. He may also be charming; many have fallen for his silver tongue, his mightiest weapon.

And a man with a taste for finer things.

Among those finer things is his wardrobe.

Adorning that waist jacket is a Double Albert pocket fitted with a red ruby fob adornment. Sure, its intended use is for wax stamps, but let's face it, mostly, it's to draw the eye to that slutty, slutty waist.

And while many know of Dutch as a conman, a bastard who needs a good whack upside the head with a pillowcase full of bricks (maybe followed by a hug), what many might not know is that Dutch is, well, to put it bluntly, adventurous. And his (mostly) patient husband, Hosea, is always up for something different.

Dutch had a plan for that Double Albert, that red ruby fob.

That plan would also surprise Hosea; their wedding anniversary was just a month away. Dutch thought, why not impress him a little?

Like all Dutch's plans, though, it did not go according to the plan.

On the first piercing, his left nipple, Dutch nearly, literally, hit the roof in that shop behind the gun store in Annesburg. Now, another little-known fact about Dutch, for better or for worse: he's touch-sensitive.

Very touch-sensitive.

The right piercing, another week later, went just as smoothly. Judging from the horrific scream, a passerby might think a man in that shop was getting a tooth extracted without anesthetic, a bikini wax, or maybe even castrated. And that passerby would be forgiven for making such a mistake.

"I didn't rip it off!" Cried the man halfway out the door as Dutch took off, clasping a hand over his right chest.

Dutch is known to be a little dramatic.

Another fact about Dutch? He's occasionally a little dramatic.

Now came the time for the navel piercing.

That also went swimmingly.

Well, it kicked off.

Another fun fact: Dutch is ticklish! It's one of the ways Hosea can control him; when he's in a foul or otherwise difficult mood (which is rarely, of course), a poke to the ribs—particularly in public—can get him to crumble.

And he's exceptionally touchy in the region from his ribs to his midsection -- as the other poor man would come to find out.

The piercer got a full boot to the forehead when the piercing needle slipped through the top rim of that tender target.

"GODDAMNIT!" Had he spent a little more time readying Dutch, the piercer might not have had to play dodge-the-spurs, but this was Dutch's third visit. Knowing how the other appointments went, he wasn't in the mood to scratch the cowboy's belly any more than he had to.

The man, a particularly short but stout Scot with a full head of red hair named Cameron Carruthers, would live to tell the tale of receiving a cowboy boot to the face by one of the most notorious outlaws. A particularly sensitive outlaw; being wimpy over it all would be an understatement.

In all the years of his back-room business, in which he used the stock storage cabinets from Mr. Shultz, Cameron never saw someone kick up such a fuss. Now, the navel and the nipples are sensitive areas of the body, but surely, a man of Dutch's reputation could have retained some of that stoic character over it all. Maybe they just don't make cowboys the way they used to.

Cameron knew well of who his client was: a man with a novel-length list of crimes ranging from robbery to murder and everything in between. Still, he scoffed at his wanted poster stapled to a post before he sauntered off for a pint at the Mitternachtsbierhalle Restaurant and Bar. He even had to scoff again at the description of him. A 'dangerous man', indeed! If the law enforcement captured that miscreant and needed him to confess to even more crimes, perhaps bringing out the piercing needly and the confessions would fly out of his silver-tongued mouth.

From that moment on, as soon as the boot hit him square in the head, Cameron implemented a new customer policy: cowboy boots were not allowed on the piercing table.

Thanks, Dutch.

Another Dutch trade secret: when giving gifts to his loved ones, with a few exceptions, he prefers going the legit route versus just stealing the damn thing. Books for Jack are always bought (almost), along with fine gifts for Hosea ranging from clothing to his stallion, Silver Dollar (whom he may have tricked Hosea into believing was a long-extinct breed). Dutch and Hosea bought the odd thing for John and Arthur.

Maybe.

Wedding anniversaries are bought legitimately without fail.

Well, that's a stretch.

There was that time when Dutch stole a carriage and took Hosea out on a joyride, lawmen in tow; that was last year.

The gold chains that Dutch would connect to the rings were handmade in Italy, and the rings themselves, adorned with tiny diamonds and rubies, of course, were from France, where the fob the chains would connect to came from. Fancy, fancy.

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Now you might be wondering, during the weeks when Dutch got his piercings and during his healing, how did Dutch keep it all a secret from Hosea?

A little (stolen) stage makeup was used. It took a little experimenting to ensure it was thick enough not to be rubbed (or kissed off) easily but not to look unnatural. Dutch also depended on little tricks of the lighting and, even more so, a little luck.

During those weeks of healing, lovemaking happened only at night; Dutch had concocted a theory that a man's sensations are higher at night. Hosea played along. With the sensitivity towards those areas heightened by the pain, it was, in a word, sensational.

Dutch played it coy during the day, flirting and testing the waters, but he was able to keep those areas hidden. Hosea had always been fond of kissing that belly each morning, as Dutch was fond of doing to him; whoever woke up first blew zerberts on the other. Once in a while, the makeup would slip off during the night, and Hosea would be concerned about those red marks appearing on his usually pristine belly button and nipples, a concern which Dutch brushed off as mosquito bites. It was a particularly insect-ridden summer, and Dutch thought it was a plausible pass; Hosea, though, was suspicious.

"Mosquito bites?" Hosea raised an eyebrow, trying to pull down the bedsheet covering his chest. Dutch stubbornly covered himself up.

"Who was it?"

"Who was what?" Dutch felt his cheeks flush, and at once, Hosea narrowed his eyebrows.

"It wasn't Josiah, was it?" Hosea almost growled. "I told him not to bite you! You know I'm the one to leave marks on you."

Now and then, Hosea would 'loan' out Dutch to close friends to have a little fun with him. At other times, he'd go to the highest bidder; on one occasion, a prince from Sweden had an afternoon with him. Josiah Trelawny (and sometimes his wife when she had someone to mind Tarquin and Cornelius) were among those. There were a few rules: he had to return at the end of the day, Fridays were off limits to any but Hosea, and the aforementioned non-biting rule: Hosea wanted to mark Dutch as HIS harlot.

"Nope, nope, he was gentler last time."

Hosea scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at his idiot with a mustache, his head tilted. He wore a smug smile, but a twinkle in his dark eyes told Hosea he would tease a little. "Gentle last time? You couldn't walk right for a week. Hosea Fucks Friday almost became Hosea Misses Out on Friday."

"Is that any different than usual?" Dutch laughed, at first arching his back off the mattress in a not-so-subtle 'please give me scritches' gesture, but then stopped, realizing. "Last I checked -- "

Hosea scoffed, slipping into bed next to him. He felt right into the marrow of his old bones that Dutch was up to something; he always knew but decided to play along. "You know, it's amazing it hasn't fallen off!"

He looked at his husband curiously, and Dutch answered his question.

"Wasn't anyone but you," Dutch murmured, pressing a kiss to Hosea's nose as he turned to hand Hosea a book; it was their sweet, nightly routine to read a chapter of a book to each other.

"You were rough, I'm still recovering!"

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A week had passed since that close call, and the chains and rings were soon in Dutch's well-manicured hands. Oh, he couldn't wait to show them to Hosea!

Dutch stood before the mirror, in all his shirtless glory, as he carefully inserted the first ring into his right nipple.

He shivered at the sensation of the cool gold sliding through his nipple; it was cold and tingling but not unpleasant. Not unpleasant in the least.

The second nipple was even more sensitive; he'd be lying if he said his toes weren't curling by now. And the fool wants to attach chains!

Last but not least, the navel ring. Dutch squirmed and let out a sound that one wouldn't likely expect from him as that damn fancy ring was inserted. And then, with the biggest smile he could possibly smile, he kissed his reflection.

"Oh, baby girl, he will love it!" He was sure this would send Hosea into another galaxy.

Dutch stepped back and took a good look at himself. He was positively flirting with his reflection; one hip slightly swung out, and his chest puffed out. He was an absolute picture of pride. The rings shone so pretty in the limited lighting, but that ensemble would look even prettier on that chain.

He took hold of one of the chains arranged neatly on the counter, clipped a clasp on the chain to the right nipple ring, and then repeated with the left. He attached a third and final chain, a shorter one, to his red gem fob, to the chain clasps from the nipple rings, to his navel ring.

Effectively, the chains created a "V" with a pattern; "V" for "van der Linde," "V" for "vivacious," "V" for "very sexy," or if you think the whole matter is silly if you think the situation is indeed a bit silly.

The sensation of the gold chain against Dutch's tender skin was giving him goosebumps -- and that was before the fob was even given a tug.

He had to give it a little tug—just a little teasing one. Of course, he'd save a proper tug for Hosea, but he had to try it.

Dutch gave the fob a sight tug. He let out a sharp breath as he felt a shiver running throughout his body, and that was just from the lightest pull. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, envisioning Hosea dragging him around camp by that fob. He slipped his hands down his torso as the picture in his head became more vivid. Hosea might be angry at him over something and feel taking him down a peg was necessary.

"How long are you going to be in there?" Hosea asked from behind the bathroom door with particular urgency to his voice, startling Dutch from his daydreaming just as his hands reached his meticulously trimmed pubic hair.

It was the eve of their wedding anniversary, ten minutes to go.

"Just five more minutes!" Dutch answered with a slight shake of his voice, grabbing his clothes from the counter, minus the union suit, which he placed in a basket for laundry. He had to reclothe himself carefully lest he snag the chains, and well, there'd go the sexy anniversary gift reveal. The fob chain was threaded through an opening in his shirt, and he squirmed his hips as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Old Girl will go mad."

Sure enough, Dutch made good on his promise. Hosea stepped into the bathroom while casting a suspicious eye on his husband. He had been in there for a while, after all.

"Stomach's not acting up again, is it?"

Dutch's eyes had a certain glint in them. Playful, even. "It's been a week since that's been acting up. You rearranged my guts!"

"I wasn't that rough!" Hosea scoffed, giving him a swat that Dutch dodged as he swerved into the bedroom.

Dutch sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his foot fidgeting as he practically squirmed in anticipation. He pushed himself further up onto the mattress and unbuttoned his striped shirt, revealing a bit more of his chest. Feeling a little saucy, maybe even a bit slutty, he assumed the pose he often took after sex: his lower torso pointed towards the bathroom door, legs spread open, chin tilted to his chest, and eyes coyly cast downward. It was a submissive pose of trust and love, one that Hosea could never resist; to him, it meant Dutch was so trusting of him that he could do as he wished to him.

"Oh, there's my little minx, waiting for me . . . " Hosea spoke lowly, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

Dutch's hand moved to the fob of his black waistcoat, and he almost shyly toyed with it, subtly trying to draw Hosea's attention to it. "Five minutes until our anniversary . . . " He cast a playful glance at Hosea.

"You forgot the anniversary gift, didn't you?" Hosea was always onto Dutch when he acted cute. Usually, Dutch was hiding something from him and would try to to worm his way out of the situation. More often than not, Dutch indeed managed to squirm out of trouble; Hosea had a bit of a soft spot for him, after all.

"What would you say if I said I was wearing it?" Dutch murmured, his baritone voice coming out as smooth as silk.

Hosea watched Dutch curiously as he played with the fob, twirling it between his fingers. After a moment, their eyes locked; Hosea's eyes were filled with questions as he wondered what was in store for him, and Dutch's with warm excitement, almost giddy anticipation.

"Give it a tug, Old Girl . . . " Dutch laid back further, casting him that playful gaze again as he carefully held the fob out to him.

Hosea's face lit up with a smile as he took the fob in one hand and cupped Dutch's jaw with the other, 'bopping' his nose with his thumb, which he moved down to lightly scratch his soul patch.

"You've been a little funny the last few weeks. I figured you were hiding something. You're so full of yourself, thinking you could get something past me."

Dutch looked at him with a defiant smirk, shifting slightly, his back arching up in a not-so-subtle 'tug it already' gesture. He was being a pushy little shit, and he knew it. "Oh, you know damn well I was in the clear -- "

"Not so." Hosea returned the smirk and tugged the chain firmly.

He might as well have struck Dutch with a jolt of electricity from an experiment testing the full impact of electricity at its highest possible strength and capabilities.

Dutch let out a sharp yelp, throwing his head back as he slammed onto the mattress, his back arching up off it as he dug his fingers into the bedspread. His whole body shuddered as his chest rose and fell rapidly.

His reaction was so intense that it initially startled Hosea, but he gathered himself quickly and gave it another tug. He got a similar reaction out of him again.

"You think you could be sneaky with me, huh?"

"N-no -- "

Hosea tugged it a third time.

Dutch was a quivering mess, whimpering, finding himself unable to talk. The sight drove a certain hunger within Hosea; having such control over Dutch made him feel like he had all the power in the world.

"You got this attached to your cock and balls, or what?" Hosea had the chain threaded through his fingers but didn't pull back; he didn't want to tug too often, too soon, lest he desensitize him. And besides, he was giving him the puppy dog look. Wherever this fob was connected, it was attached to something sensitive; he knew Dutch's most tender spots intimately and what kind of touch brought out what reaction.

Dutch laid on his back, panting. He felt his cock swelling under his pants; his arousal grew so fast that it was damn near painful.

"Fuck, Hosea . . . " He spoke between breaths, his heart nearly pounding out of his ribcage as he pushed his head back into the pillow.

Hosea ran his thumb over the fob as he slipped next to him, maybe subtly reminding Dutch that he controlled this situation. His hazel eyes were sparkling; he had to see this arrangement! Dutch had always gone over the top with their anniversary gifts, but this had to be the most . . . Sensational one.

"May I see my wedding gift?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" Dutch winked, crow's feet taking flight in the corners of his eyes. Hosea loved seeing him smile, how his eyes crinkled up, even the wrinkles on his nose!

He sat up on his knees, not breaking soft eye contact with Hosea as he unbuttoned his jacket, taking care not to snag the fob chain underneath. To Hosea's amusement, he slipped out his waistcoat with an exaggeratedly serpentine movement.

"Enjoying the show?" Dutch teased, teasingly shrugging his shoulders as his fingers nimbly worked over his shirt.

"I've seen worse!" Hosea laughed, though transfixed by watching his husband's fingers deftly undo the buttons; he always loved watching Dutch use his hands, whatever they were doing.

Almost absently, Hosea slid his hand down to his groin, digging his fingers across the fabric of his pyjama bottoms as he watched intently. While for Dutch, Hosea's hands are

When his chest became exposed, Dutch almost coyly blocked the view of his nipple rings. He gave Hosea a crooked smile as he rested his head on his shoulder and watched; Dutch took pride in how he still affected Hosea in such a manner.

"Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe this be too much for you." He was still playing coy and being cute, and his beloved enjoyed it.

Hosea scoffed, his fingers clutching through the fabric of his pyjamas. His voice was hitched, breathly as he ran the palm of his hand over his groin. "Too much for me? I think I struck lighting with you."

"I seem to be creating the makings of another electric storm myself," Dutch almost purred, a certain playful twinkle in them as he slipped his left hand covering a ringed nipple and then revealed the other.

"Happy anniversary, Old Girl."

Hosea sat up in a kneeling position, a bit awkwardly, given that oh-so-familiar sensation growing within his groin. "It's beautiful . . ." He almost growled, tracing a finger over the ring and then tracing a fingertip down the length of the exposed chain.

"That's not all . . ." Dutch murmured teasingly, deftly undoing the rest of the buttons, revealing the chains which popped out oh so temptingly. He worked his way down to his navel piercing, and with all of them undone, he arched his back towards Hosea, pushing his belly towards him invitingly.

Hosea glanced up and down Dutch's form, licking his lips as if he was presented with a delicious meal, and he was—prime Dutch. He wanted to make a feast out of that choice cut that lay before him and maybe have the odd bite; after all, he had to ensure Dutch was cooked just right.

Hosea leaned in and, securing Dutch by the waist, took a nipple ring into his mouth and rolled it slowly with his tongue, sending Dutch writhing. Leaving him wanting more, though, Hosea abandoned that nipple and kissed and nipped his way over to his other, easing him down as he did so. Leaving him whining -- a sound Hosea knew was begging -- and squirming -- Hosea alternated kisses and soft bites down his torso.

"Oh, you taste as delicious as you look," Hosea murmured against him.

"Hungry, now are we?" Dutch grinned, his eyes now little slits as he squirmed up against Hosea, encouraging him. "I guess I wouldn't be the worst choice for an anniversary dinner -- "

"Shut up and let me eat you!" Hosea feigned frustration but flashed a grin, giving him a nip between that tender region of the breastbone and midriff.

Hosea enjoyed this as much as Dutch did; he felt young again. The world outside, everything, stopped. It was just them having this moment.

Dutch squirmed with stifled laughter and whimpers as he tried to suck his belly in, in a hopeless attempt to evade Hosea's brutal onslaught. He suspected that his navel would be next, and he was right. He was already sensitive there, and the ring just amplified it. Hosea couldn't help it -- the damn fools jewelry setup was

Dutch's toes curled nearly into the souls of his feet in arousal as Hosea reached up to sneak a bite into a nipple -- as did Hosea's as his hunger increased.

"One of your better anniversary gifts, my Dutchess," Hosea cooed against his skin. Then, deciding to leave Dutch wanting more, he pushed himself into a kneeling position. He threaded a length of the chain around a finger and cupped his chin with his other hand.

"Thank you."

And then they kissed.

Slowly, Hosea pushed Dutch back onto the mattress, his hold not breaking from the chain. For a moment, Dutch challenged him, wrapping his leg behind him and rolling him over. He did so slowly as if thinking amid that kiss that Hosea would overlook. Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky.

Hosea wasn't having any of it, though.

Oh no, he wasn't.

Hosea growled into the kiss and rolled Dutch aside, pinning him down with his knees around his waist -- all the while still holding onto that strand of gold chain as he sat upwards again. Dutch looked up at him with a crooked, playful smile as if testing to see what he'd do next.

"Thought you'd distract me with the shiny, huh?" He slowly wound more of that chain around his finger, threatening to yank.

"Well, I did!" Dutch grinned, his expression alone saying, 'Pull it.'

Hosea smirked. He considered tugging it, but then he thought. . .

"Maybe I could be distracted by a little bit more . . . Shiny."

Dutch tilted his head curiously, an expression beyond adorable that earned a tickle on the cleft of his chin. Hosea had a soft spot for that chin; where others found 'ugly,' he found adorable, much like that nose. What he even found to be cuter than those features was how he reacted when they were scritched, kissed, 'booped.' Sometimes, he'd tuck his head in and blush; sometimes, he'd wrinkle his nose and pretend to be annoyed. On other times -- such as this time -- he'd crinkle his eyes up and tip his head back for more with a big ear-to-ear smile.

"You're adorable."

Hosea leaned over and kissed Dutch's nose, and he chuckled when that made him wrinkle it with a feigned snarl. He knew Dutch often pretends to hate those nose kisses, but Hosea knows better. He slipped off the bed to retrieve said gift from the dresser, and his voice took on a certain excitement.

"You didn't think there'd just be one anniversary gift between us now, did you?"

Dutch remained where Hosea placed, on his back, his legs spread to accommodate his erection. He tipped his head back to watch Hoea, almost purring at the combined sensation of the gold settling on his skin, the cloth of his black pants roughly shifting against his groin without that union suit getting in the way. And then, he couldn't bear it.

Off with the pants! His eyes didn't leave Hosea as he slipped, almost wiggling out of those pants, gasping when the cool air settled on his exposed, erect penis.

And then, Hosea turned to reveal the wedding anniversary gift in his hands. His expression was amused; he knew Dutch too well and how quick he'd be about taking those pants off.

It was a cock ring.

Custom made, of course.

"Specially made, just for you!" Hosea spoke animatedly, still eyeballing his husband as if he were a high-priced meal at a restaurant.

The cock ring was made of gold with a black band engraved with a smattering of tiny gold Ds, the very same font that formed the D pattern on his jacket. D for Dutch. D for dashing. D for dick. There were tiny red rubies along the band; it matched with his other rings and even his wardrobe perfectly.

And it could be hooked up with another gold chain, which it game with.

Dutch almost purred, his legs spreading in submission, in desire. He held his cock in his hands as Hosea returned to the bed, eager to feel the ring being eased on.

"Oh, Hosea, you spoil me rotten."

Hosea laughed as he came around the foot end of the bed and propped a knee on the mattress, all with a smoothness that Dutch was still taken in by. They both walked with a hitch in their get-along for some time now, but when it came to affection and intimacy, it was as if all their joints, their tendons, were as they were when they first met. Dutch could be able to withhold weight on his knees without feeling as if they'd be crunching underneath him, and Hosea could thrust deep within him without his hips troubling him. Maybe some invisible connection between them -- they are soulmates, after all -- healed all that was sore, at least for a time.

"If you got any more rotten, the vultures wouldn't have you!" Hosea grinned, giving Dutch a poke to his belly as he leaned in, delighting in how that always made him squeak.

Dutch let out a hearty laugh and squirmed his whole body in anticipation. "Oh, you flatter me, Old Girl . . ." He grinned, slipping a leg onto Hosea's shoulder, his foot teasing behind his ear. He teasingly started to rub it over Hosea; wherever he could reach, he touched.

"Trying to turn me on before I could get this on, are you? What a whore!" Hosea teased, playfully taking hold of his leg with his free hand and holding it firmly against his waist. "It's not even Friday!"

Dutch looked over at Hosea with a coy, playful expression. "Mhm . . . But I think rules can be set aside for anniversaries, and it'd be cruel to follow them with my new accessories. I did spend a lot of time putting it on, you know." He purred but slipped his hand away, tipping his head back when he felt Hosea's hand replace his.

The ring was eased down onto Dutch cock, giving him a cool and yet not cold sensation -- helped by the warmth of Hosea's hand -- that coursed through him.

"This came from London . . . " Hosea murmured, sending Dutch's head tipping back as he slid the ring up and down his length in a slow, rhythmic pace and used this other hand to support his ass. He may have even slipped a finger inside him to add to his pleasure; the purring moan from Dutch told him it was a good decision.

"I measured you that one night. You wouldn't have known I was measuring you, of course. You were on another planet!"

Dutch arched his back off the bed, grit his teeth and gripped the bed cover. He remembered that night. He almost felt that night again; nobody touches Dutch like Hosea. He strokes with the perfect pressure, almost elegantly, and yet keeps it unpredictable. There are reminders of who Dutch belongs to and who loves him.

For Hosea and Dutch, mutual masturbation is as enjoyable and just as meaningful as intercourse. For Dutch, it keeps him centred, keeping his mind from going to dark places.

"Send me to the moon, Hosea -- "

Hosea happily obliged.

He leaned in, took that fob between his teeth, and tipped his head back.

Dutch went to another planet.

He wasn't sure if it was the moon, but it was a planet, far, far away.

"Are you seeing the galaxy, my Duchess?" Hosea's voice was deep and breathy; if he said he wasn't being affected by watching his husband undulatingly writhe and moan as he gave that fob tugs -- no, yanks -- of alternating strengths, his finger moving into him deeper, he'd be lying.

Dutch gasped, his head thrown back so far and hard repeatedly that he'd be surprised if he hadn't gotten whiplash. "N-nearly there!"

Hosea could feel the orgasm building up within Dutch. It was such an intimately organic sensation, one that, to him, was more than just sex; it was knowing that he had sent him to that level. Truthfully, they really do only have sex once a week, and yes, on Fridays, it extends the drive, the desire, the hunger.

"I'll help get you there!" Hosea panted, his breath shaking as he eased Dutch's ass back down on the bed, leaving him writhing as he rummaged through his jacket pocket in search of gun oil. He was whining about something incoherent. It's hard to imagine, but Dutch will survive the ordeal of a short wait until Hosea sends him to another level.

"No need to be dramatic; I'll send you to the stars."

"Mmrhsea . . . !"

"You don't like me going in raw, Dutch."

At last, Hosea had found the gun oil.

Pants were dropped. All necessary equipment was lubed up to specifications.

Gun lube wasn't their preferred lubricant; Hosea was fond of hair pomade, while Dutch preferred Potent Miracle Tonic. Gun oil was a go-to in a hurry, though, and they were in a hurry.

Hosea grabbed a fistful of those chains, and with Dutch's legs submissively, sluttily spread out, he thrust deep inside him with a strength of a man twenty years younger. He took ahold of that waist with his other hand, steading him, digging his fingers into a love handle. He loved that Dutch had them now; they were something to grab, to poke to keep him in line.

Dutch was self-conscious about those love handles, but over time, Hosea's touches of them, the gentle pokes, and those soft kneadings created a positive association; acceptance happened henceforth.

Hosea yanked the chain.

Hard.

Dutch's knuckles nearly went white as he gripped the bed. He snapped his head back, biting his tongue so hard that he tasted blood as he was sent into an orgasmic, organically electrified, babbling, whimpering mess. He seemed to even short-circuit as he came and cried, actually, literally cried when he felt Hosea's release that came following one more hard thrust. Hosea and Dutch were so synch with one another that even their bodies almost became one organism during sex; rarely, one lasts longer than the other.

Sex heightens Dutch's emotions. Tears happen.

He went to the stars, the moon, and beyond, an emotional journey.

Hosea collapsed onto Dutch and couldn't even catch his breath before he hugged tight. It was almost as if the fear was there that he would disappear into thin air, that he was an apparition all along, an apparition that he was forbidding to fade away. He had to smile, though, as Dutch pressed on the top of his head.

Aftercare would have to wait; Dutch *needed* to hold him. He was enjoying the sound of his heart beating against his, both of which were trying to slow down and that musky after-sex smell that he still has after all these years.

"Happy anniversary, 'sea."

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italeean · 2 years ago

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AAAAAAAAHHH @wertzunge LOOK 😻😻

Moriarty the Ticklish

I recently got into Moriarty the Patriot and OMG! What an anime! It’s literally Sherlock Holmes, the anime, and I loved it! If you’re a fan of Sherlock Holmes, this is the anime for you! So, this is my first ever fanfic for this anime and my first fanfic of 2023! YAY!

This fic takes place during Season 1 after being introduced to the first five members of the Moriarty group, so there are no spoilers. Enjoy!

Summary: After getting scared to death by Moran, Fred becomes grouchy and pouty. Luckily for Moran, he knows how to get Fred smiling again. However, against their will, the Moriarty Brothers get dragged into their little game, but they’re not complaining.

Word Count: 2294

⚠️Warning⚠️: mild swearing

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#reblog #gladdygirl18 #ynm tickle #yuukoku no moriarty tickle #lee!fred #ticklish!fred #ler!moran #ler!louis #ler!william #ler!albert

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eyesxxyou · 1 year ago

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Fuck idk if it sent but

Playing with Hobie's piercings-

I imagine he has tongue ones to go with the lip ones he has. And maybe even some nip ones, belly button one and under the belt ones.

Playing with each in order, kissing the two on his eyebrows in a gentle manner. Feelinf the cold metal of it under your lips and the way his eyebrow twitches at the feeling of your soft lips against it.

Kissing each earlobe piercing, feeling the way he jerks and shudders at the ticklish feeling and holding him down through it.

Kissing him roughly, panting in each others mouth as you tug at his lip rings witg your teeth. Pulling his lip and watching as the ring clacks against his teeth and he swears. Licking at the ring in apology and meeting his half-lidded gaze.

Licking into his mouth, hand on his jaw keeping him in place. Running your tongue over the warm barbell. Swallowing every soft sigh that leaves his mouth.

Kissing down his sternum, down the soft flat space of his stomach until you reach the gorgeous dangling jewellery that adorns his belly button. Kissing it softly, playing with it gently and pulling it, just to watch his stomach cave in and twitch.

Going down lower, pulling down his boxers just to watch as it reveals a Prince Albert piercing. Looking up at Hobie all sweetly, innocent eyes locked with his as you press your tongue slowly against it. Licking up the precum that bubbles out of his tip and sucking the Prince Albert to play with.

-🐘

IM LITERALLY CONVULSING

#{eye's inbox}#{👁️ inbox}#🐘 anon

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sunstone-smiles · 2 months ago

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Tickletober 2024 Lineup!

Hey everyone! Requests are now officially closed! Thank you to everyone who sent one in! Here is the Tickletober 2024 lineup!*

*Note: Some of the days that are currently “skipped,” due to having no request, may be filled in by my own ideas, but not guaranteed. So there may be more fics that come out than the ones listed!

Tickletober lists used: (From August’s Tickletober List / Crow's Tickletober List / Nim’s Lovely Tickletober List)

Anticipation / “Ready?”: Barok van Zieks and Albert Harebrayne (Great Ace Attorney)

Chase / Scared: Kukui, Guzma, and their pokemon (Pokemon)

SKIPPED

Hide and Seek / Upside Down: Scanlan and party (Vox Machina)

Boo!: Kieran and Juliana (Pokemon)

SKIPPED

Nuzzles / Festival or Fair: Maxie and Archie (Pokemon)

Wake Up!: Edgeworth and Phoenix (Ace Attorney)

SKIPPED

Hug / Snickers / Noise: Kieran and Juliana (Pokemon)

Mischief: Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Kay (Ace Attorney)

SKIPPED

“Are you ticklish?” / Faking it: Percy, Vax, and Vex (Vox Machina)

SKIPPED

Raspberries / Underwater: Nessa and pokemon (Pokemon)

Tickle Fight: The Vox Machina characters (Vox Machina)

SKIPPED

Tease: Edgeworth and others (Ace Attorney)

SKIPPED

New Discovery: Larry and his pokemon (Pokemon)

SKIPPED

Trick-or-Treat: Phoenix, Apollo, Athena, Trucy (Ace Attorney)

SKIPPED

#Sunstone speaks #tickletober #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024 #ticklecrowber2024 #crowstickletober2024 #lovelytickletober

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lillee-93 · 10 months ago

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Rookie weakness

(Based on Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City) The others laugh at Leon for his rookie status so Claire puts a smile back on his face

Lee! Leon, Ler! Claire

“Damn hippie” Chris mutters as he shoves past Leon “Get a hair cut!” Albert yells as Jill throws her lunch rubbish at him. Leon says nothing and just walks away, not bothering to turn back as they all laugh at him, this was middle school all over again.

Leon was now alone in the changing room, he looked down at the floor and sighed “I knew being a cop wasn’t going to be easy but it’s a lot harder when the whole S.T.A.R.S unit are a load of…” he paused, thinking of what to call them as he rambled to himself “Snobby high school jerks?” Claire said “They’re all college graduates but they sure as hell don’t act it”. Leon jumped, he hadn’t noticed her there “Sorry, who are you?” he asked “I’m Claire, my brother is one of the S.T.A.R.S members, I saw him shove you and laugh at you and, well, I came to check on you, I’ve never seen him act like that before” “You don’t need to apologise for him” Leon said “I wasn’t going to, I was going to drag him by the ear until he apologised” Claire said with a smile.

Leon chuckled at her statement and Claire smiled even wider “Hey, there’s a smile” she teased, brushing his hair away from his face “Your hair is so soft and fluffy” she added “Stop” Leon said, getting flustered by her compliments. Claire attempts to pull Leon into a small hug but the second her hand touched his side, he jumped “H-Hey!” Leon gasped “That tickled”.

Claire’s face lit up when she heard that and she gently poked his side again, causing light giggles to pour out of Leon “Stohohop it!” he whined as Claire gradually increased the speed of her fingers. She moved from his sides to his stomach and began wiggling her fingers against the sensitive skin “N-Nohoho, nohohot thehere!” Leon chuckled “Why? Did I get your spot?” Claire teased “Yehehes! Thahahahat’s my wohorst spohohot! Plehehease stohohohohop!” he begged.

Claire decided that he’d had enough and ceased tickling his stomach, Leon clutched his stomach as the laughter and ticklishness wore off “Thahat actually hehelped, thahanks” he said “No problem, at least I know how to cheer you up when my brother and his buddies are being jerks” she said with a sweet smile on her face.

“Claire, where were you?” asked Chris “With a friend” she responded “A boyfriend?” Jill asked “Well, he’s a boy but we’re not together, just friends” Claire said “Speaking of which, I told him I’d do this”. Claire dragged Chris by the ear to the door of the S.T.A.R.S office and opened it, everyone was certainly surprised to see the rookie on the other side with his arms crossed. “Apologies” Claire said “Claire, what the hELL-!?” Chris shrieked as his little sister pulled harder “Apologies!” she snapped “O-Okay! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry rook- Leon! I’m sorry!” Chris yelped “Good” said Claire, letting go of his ear.

Claire took Leon by the hand “There’s a coffee shop I wanna show you” she said. The S.T.A.R.S team was dumbfounded, they had no clue that Claire could be so intimidating, they looked to Chris who had his head down in shame and was rubbing the pain from his ear. There were two new rules put in place from then on:

1. Don’t bully Leon

2. DON’T PISS OFF CLAIRE

#resident evil #claire redfield #leon kennedy #resident evil: welcome to raccoon city #tickle fic #chris redfield #jill valentine #albert wesker

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months ago

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I don’t know if you’re up for this hc, so if not you can just ignore this! ^^

When the Moriarty bros get a rare day off from all the crime consulting they do. They just hangout with each other… and maybe indulge in some of the childish things they used to do as kids.

There aren’t that many folks who write for Moriarty the Patriot so I was quite happy when I saw it on your fandom list! ^^

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

AHH THIS IS PRECIOUS! I love the brothers so much! And aww! Thank you anon! I don't often get MTP prompts and requests, so this one was a pleasant surprise! I'm glad seeing them on my fandom page brought you some happiness! I hope you like it :D

It was such a rarity for the Moriarty household to take a day off. Even rarer for all three brothers to be home to enjoy it.

Albert looked up from the pages of his novel, watching the two blonde men before him chatter on about nothing. The conversations usually involved crimes and planning, but from what he gathered, it was reminiscent. Something about lilies and warm tea and Jack’s terrible attempts at making biscuits.

“You always hid them away in various plants, brother. He’d assume I was the one who did it more often than not.” Louis recalled, unable to fight off a small smile as Willaim laughed. “I could never tell which was worse- his wrath at us wasting food or choking them down at all.”

“He never did show mercy. Say-; there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now, Louis.” The characters in Albert’s novel were slowly becoming less and less interesting the more he heard. He kept his eyes trained on the page but tuned in.

“What is it?” Louis asked, ever curious. There was a moment of silence. He dared to peek- only to find two sets of red eyes on him.

“Do you think our dear brother here is still ticklish?” William smirked, sending shivers down Albert’s back.

“I can’t recall. Perhaps we should find out?” Louis suggested, smile identical. He knew he should have just kept on reading.

“Maybe we shouldn’t. This story is getting good; I’d hate to lose my pa-Ahage!” The brunette tried to shift, but his brothers were far too quick for him. Soon he was giggling in his novel, hiding his face within the old parchment as they squeezed and pinched at his knees. “Aheahhaahha, coohohohme nohohohow gehehehntlemahahah, thihihis seems a bihihihiht muhuhuhuch!”

“Not at all. How is that book of yours Albert? You seem rather interested in that page- given I haven’t seen you take your eyes off of it for the past quarter hour.” William teased, one hand pinning his leg while the other continued to squeeze his knee.

“Do you find it boring? Or perhaps you were too busy listening in?” Louis added, forgoing pinning Albert’s legs as he gently prodded and pinched at his hip and waist. “You needn’t hide. We would have happily let you in on our conversation.”

“I wahhahahsn’t hihihihiding! Aheahhahahaa! I wahahhas juhuhuhust wahahahiting fhohohohor my mohohohoment!” He cried out, dropping his book in his lap. The words briefly confused the pair, and that was all the time Albert needed.

“Whoa- Albert!” William yelped as he was dragged over, Louis no different. Soon they were laughing just as much, their elder brother’s fingers dancing over ribs and flanks alike. “Oohoohohoh dehhehahahhhahr!”

“Aheahhahahha! Nohohoohoho, Ahahahahalbehhehert!” Louis cried out, kicking his feet and burying his face into his brother’s shoulder. “Mehehehehrcy!”

“Sorry, gents- I’m unfamiliar with the word.” Albert laughed gently, relishing in their giggle fits. “Besides, I recall all too well those dreaded scones- and how you two seemed to love hiding them away in my pockets when I wasn’t paying any mind. Let’s see how long it takes you two to remember that.”

#Puffs #headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #MTP #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #brothers #tickle fights #sillies #I adore them your honor

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theleetoalerandalertoalee · 1 year ago

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Day 14 - soft

Barbara x Noelle

this one is also a bit short bc I gotta get ready for a dance today

Enjoy ^^

“Don’t worry, Barbara! Albert has left the Cathedral.”

“Ah, thank you so much, Noelle! I feel bad for shooing him away like that but…”

“Oh, no, it’s perfectly fine! You deserve some time to yourself too, after all, you do so much for Mondstadt!”

Barbara sighs, conceding, “I guess so, thank you.”

“Of course. Is that all?”

“Um,” Barbara looks away from the Favonious Maid, “can you just…stay with me for a bit? I-If you’re busy, then nevermind!”

“No, no, it’s okay! It’ll be my pleasure.”

“Okay, thank you so much!”

“Sure, where would you like to go?”

“I’ve never had the time to go to Starsnatch Cliff…is it okay with you if we go there?”

“Yes, I’ll be your guide!”

“Thank you, Noelle, really.”

“If we head off now, we can see the sunset when we get there.”

“Let’s go. We can do it~!”

The two walk out of Mondstadt, steering clear of Cyris.

“He’s a very…enthusiastic person,” Noelle says as they walk along the bridge over Cider Lake.

“I agree, to say the least.”

“It’s about an hour walk, if you want to stick to trails.”

“Good, I think I need a long walk after today.”

“Oh? Did something troublesome happen?”

“Well…Captain Kaeya’s spending spree during his business trip in Sumeru was finally revealed to Jean.”

“Oh, my.”

“Yeah, so it’s needless to say that she isn’t very happy right now.”

“That’s been stressing you out then, yes?”

“Yeah…”

“If you want to, we can talk about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you’re my friend.”

“It hurts to see Jean upset, you know? I look up to her so when she’s upset I’m upset- and I just want her and Mondstadt to be happy! So, for her to be so stressed out makes me feel like I could be doing a better job and-” Barbara sighs, her eyes looking tired as she reaches in her bag for one of her spicy energy drinks.

“Well…there is a reason why there are so many people working under Master Jean, and each person has very important roles- just like you, and I’m sure she’s proud of all of you for doing your share. Jean would be in a much worse position without you, so never think that you’re not doing enough…because you are.”

“Oh…thank you,” Barbara hangs her head; she was out of spicy energy drinks.

“You can take a nap, it’s okay. Look, here’s some shade.”

Noelle guides the tired idol to a shaded patch of grass underneath a tree.

“Mmm…I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, here, lay down.”

Barbara lays against the tree as Noelle sits beside her. As Barbara closes her eyes, Noelle grabs a leaf and drags it softly along Barbara’s neck.

“What are you doing? Hehehe, my neck is ticklish.”

“I’ve read that soft stimulation to the body helps one relax.”

“Oh, hm, really?”

“Yes, is it working?”

Barbara smiles sleepily, “hehehe, yes,” she yawns, “it is.”

“Good, I’m happy to help.”

“Ah…hehehe…you’re so nice to me, hehe.”

“It’s only as a dutiful maid would,” Noelle smiles as Barbara’s smile relaxes.

The nun was asleep and Noelle put the leaf away, watching over Barbara.

“Sleep well, my friend. Everyone here cares more about you than you think.”

#tickle content #tickle thoughts #tword community #tickle scenarios #tickle tickle #tword post #tword blog #sfw twords #tickle fic #genshin impact tickling #noelle genshin impact #genshin noelle #barbara genshin impact #tickletober prompts #tickletober 2023 #tickletober prompt list #tickletober2023 #tickletober #soft tickles

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justlilikoi · 2 years ago

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Principles of Research

address by Albert Einstein (1918)

(Physical Society, Berlin, for Max Planck's sixtieth birtday)

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IN the temple of science are many mansions, and various indeed are they that dwell therein and the motives that have led them thither. Many take to science out of a joyful sense of superior intellectual power; science is their own special sport to which they look for vivid experience and the satisfaction of ambition; many others are to be found in the temple who have offered the products of their brains on this altar for purely utilitarian purposes. Were an angel of the Lord to come and drive all the people belonging to these two categories out of the temple, the assemblage would be seriously depleted, but there would still be some men, of both present and past times, left inside. Our Planck is one of them, and that is why we love him.

I am quite aware that we have just now lightheartedly expelled in imagination many excellent men who are largely, perhaps chiefly, responsible for the buildings of the temple of science; and in many cases our angel would find it a pretty ticklish job to decide. But of one thing I feel sure: if the types we have just expelled were the only types there were, the temple would never have come to be, any more than a forest can grow which consists of nothing but creepers. For these people any sphere of human activity will do, if it comes to a point; whether they become engineers, officers, tradesmen, or scientists depends on circumstances. Now let us have another look at those who have found favor with the angel. Most of them are somewhat odd, uncommunicative, solitary fellows, really less like each other, in spite of these common characteristics, than the hosts of the rejected. What has brought them to the temple? That is a difficult question and no single answer will cover it. To begin with, I believe with Schopenhauer that one of the strongest motives that leads men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from personal life into the world of objective perception and thought; this desire may be compared with the townsman's irresistible longing to escape from his noisy, cramped surroundings into the silence of high mountains, where the eye ranges freely through the still, pure air and fondly traces out the restful contours apparently built for eternity.

With this negative motive there goes a positive one. Man tries to make for himself in the fashion that suits him best a simplified and intelligible picture of the world; he then tries to some extent to substitute this cosmos of his for the world of experience, and thus to overcome it. This is what the painter, the poet, the speculative philosopher, and the natural scientist do, each in his own fashion. Each makes this cosmos and its construction the pivot of his emotional life, in order to find in this way the peace and security which he cannot find in tbe narrow whirlpool of personal experience.

What place does the theoretical physicist's picture of the world occupy among all these possible pictures? It demands the highest possible standard of rigorous precision in the description of relations, such as only the use of mathematical language can give. In regard to his subject matter, on the other hand, the physicist has to limit himself very severely: he must content himself with describing the most simple events which can be brought within the domain of our experience; all events of a more complex order are beyond the power of the human intellect to reconstruct with the subtle accuracy and logical perfection which the theoretical physicist demands. Supreme purity, clarity, and certainty at the cost of completeness. But what can be the attraction of getting to know such a tiny section of nature thoroughly, while one leaves everything subtler and more complex shyly and timidly alone? Does the product of such a modest effort deserve to be called by the proud name of a theory of the universe?

In my belief the name is justified; for the general laws on which the structure of theoretical physics is based claim to be valid for any natural phenomenon whatsoever. With them, it ought to be possible to arrive at the description, that is to say, the theory, of every natural process, including life, by means of pure deduction, if that process of deduction were not far beyond the capacity of the human intellect. The physicist's renunciation of completeness for his cosmos is therefore not a matter of fundamental principle.

The supreme task of the physicist is to arrive at those universal elementary laws from which the cosmos can be built up by pure deduction. There is no logical path to these laws; only intuition, resting on sympathetic understanding of experience, can reach them. In this methodological uncertainty, one might suppose that there were any number of possible systems of theoretical physics all equally well justified; and this opinion is no doubt correct, theoretically. But the development of physics has shown that at any given moment, out of all conceivable constructions, a single one has always proved itself decidedly superior to all the rest. Nobody who has really gone deeply into the matter will deny that in practice the world of phenomena uniquely determines the theoretical system, in spite of the fact that there is no logical bridge between phenomena and their theoretical principles; this is what Leibnitz described so happily as a "pre-established harmony." Physicists often accuse epistemologists of not paying sufficient attention to this fact. Here, it seems to me, lie the roots of the controversy carried on some years ago between Mach and Planck.

The longing to behold this pre-established harmony is the source of the inexhaustible patience and perseverance with which Planck has devoted himself, as we see, to the most general problems of our science, refusing to let himself be diverted to more grateful and more easily attained ends. I have often heard colleagues try to attribute this attitude of his to extraordinary will-power and discipline -- wrongly, in my opinion. The state of mind which enables a man to do work of this kind is akin to that of the religious worshiper or the lover; the daily effort comes from no deliberate intention or program, but straight from the heart. There he sits, our beloved Planck, and smiles inside himself at my childish playing-about with the lantern of Diogenes. Our affection for him needs no threadbare explanation. May the love of science continue to illumine his path in the future and lead him to the solution of the most important problem in present-day physics, which he has himself posed and done so much to solve. May he succeed in uniting quantum theory with electrodynamics and mechanics in a single logical system.

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italeean · 2 years ago

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Returning with the hcs, but I currently have a brainrot of Louis and William because I love them so much ☹️

- Louis gets tickled the most out of the two, even as a kid

- Whenever Louis feels unworthy, William loves to tickle him and to reassure him that his older brother cares much for him, Louis literally passes away because he appreciates his brother so much

- Back when Albert took them in, when no one was around in or near their room they'd have tickle fights and sometimes Albert would visit them to see how they were doing but they'd just be asleep next to eachother because they made eachother so tired 🥺

- William lightly teases Louis about Sherlock sometimes , and Louis tries to look angry and all but literally can't because he's also gently being wrecked by his brother

- Louis sometimes gets revenge by the reasoning being William not taking care for himself or for him getting Louis all the time, and despite him being a pretty quiet and serious person,, he knows how to make his brother beg for mercy and how to tease!!

- ynm anon <3

YESSSS MORE HCS 😻 I'll never stop repeating it: THIS. ANIME. DESERVES. MORE. ATTENTION!!

Anyway, I'll comment them in order, one by one ^_^

Absolutely yes, lee Louis is just too precious and makes way too much sense

REASSURANCE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES!! YES... JUST YES 🥺❤️

AAAAAAAAHHH THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY 😹 But then Albert would tuck them in and the scenario would take a wholesome turn 🥺 Also, what if one day he manages to catch them? He'd obviously get dragged into the playfight, and he would understand what it means to really be part of a loving family 😭 William and Louis would definitely go easy on him the first time, since Albert wasn't used to being t-worded, but once the older one really gets into it, they'll both find themselves at his mercy. And after that, the three of them would fall asleep together. Albert would probably get scolded in the morning for sleeping and socializing with the two orphans, but it'd be worth it. And he would probably do that again the following night ❤️

Trying to look angry while laughing?? Yeah, Louis would do that. He'd try so hard to keep his quiet and serious demeanor, but William is so good at wrecking him that it's pointless

Okay this one kinda made me shiver a bit. As someone who constantly scolds people for not taking care of themselves and then doing worse than them when it comes to me, I can't not love this trope 🥺😅 Also, I don't think Louis talks that much while wrecking William. He would just ignore him most of the time to annoy him a bit more, and he would make comments here and there, but always as if he was talking to himself. Like, imagine a ler silently destroying you, only focused on their job... wouldn't it be maddening? Or is it just me? >//////////<

Aaaand that's it. Thanks for providing us with your adorable ideas once more!! Un ottimo lavoro come sempre 💚🤍❤️ (A great job as always)

Also tagging @wertzunge because I know he'd like to read those as well ^_^

#parliamo un po' (let's talk a bit)#tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #yuukoku no moriarty tickle #ler!william #lee!william #ticklish!william #lee!louis #ler!louis #ticklish!louis #lee!albert #ler!albert #ticklish!albert #ynm anon ❤️#sorry for writing so much... i got carried away 😅

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fungusbabey · 7 years ago

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Could you write something with Albert x a ticklish reader? Thanks!

you were lying in bed with your boyfriend, watching tv and cuddling (best combination known to man). soon, he began to absentmindedly rub his fingers up and down your side, his touch lighter than you’d ever felt it. he looked down, puzzled as to why you were suddenly squirming and making small noises. almost immediately, it dawned on him.

“well, well, well, what do we have here? i didn’t know you were ticklish.” he smirked mischievously at the look of terror on your face.

“no, al, please don’t-”

your begging was cut off by laughter that you couldn’t control as he pinned you down and his nimble fingers attacked your sides. you desperately tried to push him off.

“aw, but baby, you look so cute when you’re laughing,” he retorted, his assault not wavering.

after what felt like years, he finally pulled his hands away and sat up, straddling your waist. he was still smirking and watched in satisfaction as you caught your breath and wiped the tears of laughter from your face. he climbed off of you and resumed his position next to you, pressing a sickeningly sweet kiss to your temple.

“i’m sorry, honey,” he apologized. “but your laugh is just so adorable, i can’t help myself.” you smiled in return and nuzzled into his chest, tangling your limbs with his.

“i’m alright with it since it makes you happy,” you admitted, gazing up at him. “as long as it’s not a super regular thing.”

“deal,” he agreed, smiling into your hair as you both turned your attention back to the tv.

#lexi writes stuff #albert dasilva #albert dasilva x reader #albert dasilva fluff #albert dasilva imagine #albert newsies #newsies #newsies albert #newsies fluff #newsies x reader #newsies imagine #newsies broadway #newsies musical #honestly this is such a mood because i'm ticklish as fuck

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lovetique · 11 months ago

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"no, no," dismissive hand waved him off, "albert einstein is your signature look. i wouldn't even know who you are if you weren't giving albert." hard getting the joking words out from the giggles choking her up, gasping for air at this point and small hand clutching her stomach like it might help.

"besides my mom, you're my favorite person. that's gonna never change. no one else is funny and smart at the same time like you." finger gently pressed into his cheek, next to the corner of his mouth. voice sweet and kind, mirroring in her gaze as well as their eyes locked. and elena could see how he was searching for something in hers... probably any clue of her lying when there was zero. it only made sense to dish her honest compliments, things she admires a lot about him after poking fun at him. even if she never got to see him again, he'd always be her favorite human. "only one? well, i wonder how i got so lucky to feel so special." it automatically made her smaller frame cling to his bigger one, arms squeezing him as cheek nuzzled into his cheek like an affectionate cat despite the stubble on his face scratching her skin.

she jumped in an amusing way when marcus responded right away to her fingers dancing aimlessly against his sides and stomach, causing her warm eyes to brighten in wild excitement at his laughs, even content at the answer... he's in fact ticklish. then it causes her to laugh along with him asking if she tickled him. "it was about time you had an updated tickle visit. i got curious." elena admits, puppy dog brown eyes blinking innocently despite the grin curving her lips saying otherwise.

"and it was s–" words getting cut off, her body immediately responding, causing her to squirm and kick at the sheets. head immediately thrown back in the pillow behind her, she squeaked with laughter, eyes squeezing shut at how easily painfully ticklish she most certainly is. "noo! NOT tickle revenge!" she grabbed his hands as she writhed, squirming around like a squiggly snake, attempting to peel them off her sides.

"but it sucks dealing with the day with little sleep, feeling grumpy like oscar the grouch." she breathed, feeling like she'd ran a marathon from his tickle revenge, "you know, from sesame street. the one who likes living in a trash can." she rambled on, amuse smile temporarily lacing her voice. "and i worry about you." the biggest factor. brunette frowns, despite the smile that fluctuates in between at how thinking about her is informed. sweetness to her heart that painfully makes it swell into a pang of huge guilt. starting to feel like she doesn't deserve someone like him. "we'll go to sleep now, even if we don't want to. and you'll see me again quicker than you think." it was excruciating to say that, when she was contemplating on distancing. she pecked his cheek while cupping the other with her hand, then moved to hug his torso, treating him as her human teddy bear –– and settle her head back on his chest as a pillow. calming down after a chaotic night, that turned into safety, comfort and the feeling of home. .. if this is home, why would she run away from it? the question that'll keep her up all night.

the silence he used to be comfortable with now eats him alive because this is the only sound he wants to hear — elena’s laughter. the sound bouncing off of his blank walls and empty decor, save for a photo of his mother and little sister on his dresser, forced marcus to realize how vacant this place felt. nothing else in his apartment felt distinctly personal, as if he could be plucked out of it without a thought. but her laugh is a living thing all on its own, and it feels like the sun on his face, so it predictably warms the frigid bones of his home. “alright, alright, i’ll make sure my hair is perfectly coiffed the next time i see you,” laughter leaks through each syllable, but the promise is weak. he would look like a fool anywhere, any time, just to pull this reaction from her. her head is perfectly positioned on his chest, eyes sparkling with confusion and tone bearing the slightest bit of defense. the certainty in her voice displayed a sort of conviction that was rare from her, but marcus couldn’t allow himself to believe it to be true. beyond all of the concrete facts that he couldn’t ignore or displace from his mind long enough to dive into that daydream, it would hurt too much. marcus holds her gaze for a long moment, searching her eyes for the tiniest scrap of dishonesty or placation, but he comes up empty. he can feel his heart quicken in pace. “okay then, i’m your favorite person,” he softly concedes, expression twisted in emotion. “it’s mutual, then. you’re the only person i think about.” words fall from his mouth too quickly, but he’s sure she knows, and there’s no use in futile backtracking. “and there’s the position title for my new business cards - mr. proper,” he grins toward the ceiling, shaking his head. marcus had worked toward that adjective his entire life – proper; put together, disciplined, gentlemanly. he had adult responsibility thrust on his shoulders since his teens, and maintaining a semblance of composure was sometimes the only thing that held him together. but, still, he had his many cracks, and although they were well tended to, elena still took the time to notice them. the unrelenting jabs in his sides and stomach startle him, bringing about an eruption of laughter and wild movement. for once, he’s scrambling out of her grasp. “did you just tickle me?” he asks astonishedly once the attack is over. “i haven’t been tickled in — god, 10 years?” blows a sigh out of his lips, feigning exhaustion, until he’s quickly returning the favor as he’s turned to face her, hands latched to her sides, touch light and incessant. “already am,�� he answers quickly and assuredly, fingers still aimlessly threading through her hair. free hand comes to rest underneath his head, eyes feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment. whatever exhaustion he felt was outweighed by the sound of her voice, pulling him out of sleep’s comfortable embrace. he wished they had more time, that they could take a vacation from their own lives. before he met elena, it had never occurred to marcus how much of a privilege it could be to just sleep next to someone. “i’ll do what i always do – go to work, i’ll drink my coffee, think about you,” the answer is as simple & mundane as the description of the weather, as if it were so glaringly obvious. “it’ll be just like any other day,” he hums.

his mind flickers back through the night; the kiss that still burned his lips (that was so different from all the others), the flinch at his touch, the promise of seeing her outside of this bubble they’ve so carefully cultivated, being deemed her ‘favorite person’. it proved something that he already knew to be true: nothing about this affair was sought out of convenience or insignificance for him. the pull of her was not from this game of cat and mouse; this wasn’t about victory or wanting what he couldn’t have — he was falling in love with her, if he wasn’t head over heels already. his feelings for elena were as real and tangible as anything else in this world. anything that she wanted from him was hers to keep, even if it ruined him.

#bluerevs #✧ ❛ writings─ 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏. ❜ ( elena. )#EXACTLY.#him reflecting on everything..#her reflecting on running from this good thing and putting distance between them...#I CANNNNOT deal !!!!#*SOBBING.*#falling in love w her part... MORE SOBBING. just sobbing at EVERYTHING

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