#tis kinda tickle my brain

[angelbvn]

ORANGEE!!!!!

ORANGESEEEEEEEEEEE 🍊

[xx-justsomeguy-xx]

somehow ended up being really fond of mixing tisanes with my chamomile at night :3 potion making…

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a warriors love

pairing: neteyam x female omatikaya!reader

WC: 1.7K

warnings: shouting, mentions of cuts and blood. took inspiration from the recomms kidnapping the sullys in the forest.

summary: you have an argument with neteyam out of fear

A/N: lowercase on purpose, sorry if that bothers you. this was something i just word vomited in my doc. Inspired from a prompt i found off pintrest, “you can’t protect everyone” “i have to try”

does the end kinda suck... maybe but i wanted something short and kinda left off for imagination.

been in the drafts since march 12

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the quiet was eerie. everything felt too still as if time froze and you were the only one to notice the change in your environment. it was like you just lost the ability to hear anything besides your own body.

everything was so loud just moments ago. shouting of commands, the breathing in your twitching ears, the sudden onslaught of bullets and arrows raining hell upon your captive form along with the three sully children and their human companion.

your heart was pounding in your ears but your instincts kicked into gear and you kicked and bit the sky demon and ran deep into the forest with the others, hands tied in front of you and legs pushing you further into the trees.

it all stopped when you toppled into another body, one you weren’t sure of being friend or foe so you struggled in their strong grip. their arms caging you against their chest and you could feel the tears stinging against your eyes and the choked feeling growing in your throat, your screams showing your growing fear. only when you felt the barest touch along your cheek and the gentle whispers of comforting words did you stop your fighting. the tears only flowed faster.

“mawey yawne. mawey.” (calm beloved. calm)

neteyam’s soothing voice sang within your ears and deep within your brain. a hand petting your braids atop your head, even digging his fingers to feel your scalp. his other hand pressed to your back, making your chest flush with his, encasing the both of you in a reality check.

you were alive. you escaped. he saved you. his family was safe.

and all that led to now. you sitting on the floor of your small mauri, eyes focused on nothing before you with your body hunched over your crossed lap. hands mindlessly picking at skin and twisting or bending fingers, or a knee bouncing to an unknown sound only you can locate. even a small rocking motion came upon your body, it was like you were in a fixed trance.

his arms being wrapped tight around your shoulders stopped all functions. slowly you realized what was happening and sluggishly you moved your arms securely along his waist, a firm tug to pull him impossibly closer. your faces tucked into the crooks of each other's necks, deeply inhaling the other scents, feeling the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out.

“neteyam…” your lips brushed his skin, and you gave a tremble to his name. he shushed you, his nose rubbing against your pulse point. his lashes a light tickle on your neck just below your jaw. “focus on your breathing first. your heart putters like that of a hummingbird's wings.”

neteyam pulled away and you started to panic, but all he did was place a hand against your heart and he tugged one of yours to do the same, “follow my heart. listen to my breathing. calm and steady.” you closed your eyes to just focus on the thump thump thump of neteyam’s steady heart.

when you felt relatively calmer, less jumpy you peeled your closed eyes open and stared directly into neteyam’s clouded golden orbs. they looked to be shadowed by different emotions, only one you can see at the top of his emotional surface. anger.

a hand limply touched his cheek, just a ghostly sweep of your fingertips. and before you could move further or speak, fast-paced steps echoed against the cave walls and entered your mauri. kiri walked forward with a woven basket of herbs and salves but stopped short when she looked up from the floor to the two of you still seated in front of each other, neither moving away only straying your eyes to her.

“oh, uh… sa’nu and sempu (mom and dad) sent me to fix any wounds. grandmother is busy with others.” she shuffled on her feet, noting the heavy air.

neteyam stood up and walked over to his sister, taking the basket into his hands, “i shall mend her wounds. stay with tuk and lo’ak, make sure they are okay.” he gave a squeeze to her right bicep and she nodded to the both of you before walking away.

neteyam moved quietly as he worked preparing the paste that would keep any cuts from getting infected and set aside the herbs for wrapping or for swelling bruises. you just watched as he kept his head and eyes down focused, mouth pulled into a thin, tight line showing he was keeping words to himself.

“neteyam… please don’t keep thoughts to yourself. tell me what troubles your mind.” a hand resting on his knee.

his movements stilled and you thought he was about to open up, but instead he mumbled lowly, “this might sting,” and he scooped the thick yellow paste onto two fingers and slathered the medicine along a long and red cut to your forearm. you flinched in his hold, eyes shutting tight with your fingers closing into fists and your breath sucked in through your teeth.

you heard the mumbled “sorries” and felt his hold that was firm but his fingers were delicate. he moved from the cut on your bicep to a cut along your collarbone. the sting wasn’t there as he worked so you focused your attention back on him, needing to hear his voice and thoughts.

“‘teyam, please. i-i know what happened was scary, but not talking to me is worrying me more. it was not our intention to get taken hostage by the demons, they caught us off guard as we were exploring, and- and i know we… yes we went to an area that was off limits. but- but everything was cleared and when i started to get worried i told them we needed to leave and that’s when they arrived, and that’s when we had lo’ak call in.”

neteyam just worked, not stopping to look at you or speak with you, his eyes stayed on your damaged skin. it was making you frustrated. you didn’t mind his silence usually, but it was always a welcomed silence when both of you just wanted to soak up the other’s presence, this was an angered silence. he was giving you the silent treatment.

“neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan i do not appreciate this silence. i would rather have you yell at me than ignore me as i am trying to talk to you. i know you have some words dancing on your tongue just waiting to be spewed in my face, well speak them.” you jerked away from his gentle touch and you missed it, but he was hurting your heart.

he stayed on his knees, head bowed as he stared at his hands, palms facing the sky. his braids closed off his face, his emotions that you usually could read like an open book, but now he was a clouded sky that wouldn’t let the sun shine through.

your lips trembled and eyes watered, your arms covering your stomach as a protective blanket from this vulnerability. “when i was being choked by their hand around my throat and my queue being tugged harshly, i thought i was to die in that moment. they held knives at each of us, ready to stab if we were to make any move to freedom. and- and as the night crept upon us as they waited for your sempul (father) so they could kill him along with us, i just thought of you. thought of your smile and your comforting laughter that i have to wrangle from you most of the time because you can be too stubborn for your own good. how i would miss the touch of your fingers on my skin, rubbing circles into my hips or caressing my cheeks as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. how there were so many words i have yet-“

“i could have lost you! you could have been killed long before we arrived to help! i would stumble upon your lifeless body! do you not know how that would completely break me apart? i wouldn’t be able to live without you, without your soothing words and quiet company. i- i would want to die right with you, even if it hurt my family…i wouldn’t- your loss would just rip my heart out of my chest and completely tear it to shreds.”

his words shrieked loud like a ikran’s cry within your eardrums. your whole body stopped moving and you stood motionless, the air stolen from your lungs and your heart forgetting its automatic beating. your arms fell from their protective hold on your stomach before your feet carried you back to neteyam, knees crouching to the ground. with a hand, you tucked it under his chin and pushed his head up to make proper eye contact and that’s when your heart completely broke in your chest.

his usual glowing irises were surrounded in a red hue from the running tears that left stains under his eyes and along his cheeks. thumbs jumped into action and swiped away the pain that this situation has caused him, you hated seeing him so stressed and worn out.

“ma ‘teyam… i hadn’t meant to put us- put you in this type of position. i never want to be the cause of pain for you and- and i know this whole problem could have been avoided if- if i was a bit stricter with lo’ak and his impulse decisions. but we must now focus on our present.” you connected your foreheads together, thumbs still running over his cheeks.

neteyam wrapped his hands around your wrist, his nose bumping into yours, “i’m supposed to protect you, protect my family and i have failed my purpose.”

“no neteyam. your sole purpose isn’t to be a protector… well actually kinda is- anyway, what- what i am trying to say is. you cannot save everyone neteyam, sometimes Eywa chooses whose life ends if it keeps the balance.”

“i have to try. i have to try and save everyone, especially my family and you. life would never be the same if any of you were to leave in a tragic way.” you pushed braids behind his ears, “and life would be dull and fruitless without you, neteyam. we must protect each other, that is our purpose.”

...

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Ro! I know I'm late to this party, but can I get B and F for Steve?

Thank you! 💜

Never too late, darling! This is tumblr, not a job 😁

This one got away with me. It got weirdly sappy for the categories asked, but I went with general Steve from no particular universe here, plus a nondescript part of the timeline or beyond, could even kinda be AU--if you squint--except Steve is definitely famous in some capacity and was small when young. (I just think he happens to look very cuff-able in this gif so we roll with it.)

These dirty asks from this game are aptly titled, so MINORS DNI.

B - Bondage

He can't exactly be tied up, not by anything commercially available, but Steve surprisingly likes the chance to sit still, take a backseat, and enjoy experiencing your enjoyment. He used to be so small. He assumed he'd never have the power he does now.

The restraints, as useless as they are, work as a calming tool to shut off his brain for a while. He's not responsible for anything. That's nice. Very freeing. The act of binding him is in itself roleplay; he's playing small and weak.

He's noticed something else, too.

Over the weeks and months you two have repeated this ritual of tying him up, and you both understand just how much it doesn't remotely hurt him, you've grown...more aggressive with the bonds. It's only when you're tying them--never an ounce of it in anything that follows--but he watches and realizes that you relieve frustration by pulling harder, knotting tighter, heaving around until their just so.

At this point, since Steve can do nothing else, he loves to see it. He's heard short and vague accounts from you, of shitty behavior, of innuendo, of back-handed compliments about how you do so well even with Steve. How his reputation must boost you. How you don't have to work so hard or be good because he'll carry you. How your accomplishments are all tied to him somehow.

It's not true, but they say it. They mean it. Steve can do nothing but let you physically yoke him down in your life, even for a few minutes. The weight it seems to lift from your shoulders is worth any momentary sting he might feel.

No. Steve doesn't mind the bonds at all. He even hates that you can't restrain him for real. He wishes he could give you that. Then people might see that you're just that powerful and you've always been that strong. He had nothing to do with it.

Okay, one sec, let me pull myself together here. YIKES.

IT BECAME ITS OWN FIC! [Entwined]

F - Food Play

[Fools Rush In Steve a.k.a. Sketch is notoriously anti-crumbs-in-the-bed, so he is 1000% not a part of this convo. Sorry, bub.]

YUP. Steve loves to feed you. It's a care thing. He always wants your opinion of all the food on the table, so you have to try everything. Here! Try this. The fork is already by your lips and he's smiling eagerly.

In the bedroom? Oh yes, he is very fond of licking sweet things off you and having them licked off him. It's one of the things that seems to tickle Steve the most--body and soul--and it's so playful. He even gets to lean into having a fast metabolism and needing calories after his workouts. If he drizzles honey or chocolate syrup on you, or hilariously fizzes too much whipped cream out of the canister he has not gotten the hang of yet, then that's a snack and a half. That's multitasking. That's just good time management, ya know?

Savory stuff is for meals and the table though. There's none of that that gets played with during sex. He's never outright said that's a rule, but it seems obvious when there's never been a crossover event.

Super random shout out to Steve having a bit of a thing for champagne and licking it off your neck after he deliberately splashes or pours it there. The bubbles tickle like hell and the cold is so shocking, but whatever, he loves it.

🙄

Thank you for asking!

Ack, I can feel in my bones that the bondage one might end up as a one shot. I am in so much trouble.

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[lopsicle]

~Winter Wonderland~

TickleTober Day 12 Mischief:

Characters: Lee! Simon, Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s been down in the dumps ever since entering the Winter King’s dimension and that just won’t do for WK, who tries everything to cheer him up.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, Simon being self-deprecating

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Simon felt like shit. Physically and mentally. He hadn’t given himself a wink of sleep since…since, when was the last time he had slept? It had to of been before Finn took him out into the woods, how long had it been since then? It was hard to tell when travelling through a horrifying multiverse, even though this new dimension wasn’t scary. It was just…troubling.

This Winter King guy really rubbed Simon the wrong way, and it just made him feel even shittier about himself to have an ounce of bitterness or jealousy towards the man. Yet, how could he not? The Winter King was everything Simon wanted to be; charismatic, helpful, powerful, he even fought off the Crown’s curse by himself! Simon couldn’t resist the Crown for anything, not himself, not Marceline, not even Betty. Betty. Oh, if she could see him now, to see that this is what she…was lost for.

Simon hadn’t moved from the Winter King’s throne, sitting at the foot of it with his rigid back leaning against the piercing cold chair. His borrowed, immaculate clothes kept him safe from the cold just enough so that he wasn’t shiver, but not enough to feel an annoying chill against his back. Fionna was off training, doing something productive while Cake actually managed to enjoy herself here. Simon wanted to join them, but partaking in anything here felt like eating the Forbidden Fruit, like he’d be admitting his flaws. Like he was saying the Winter King was superior.

Which he was, but Simon couldn’t bring himself to say that. Not out loud.

His host seemed to have grown concerned though, he had been observing Fionna duelling valiantly against his ice knights with a proud smile before his gaze lingered over to Simon, and his expression became something similar to a teacher worried about a troubled child. Though he fixed his expression, putting on his usual confident, cheerful face before skating across the ice masterfully over to Simon, standing before the shorter, curled up man.

“Now, Simon, my throne is lovely but surely there’s something more entertaining in this kingdom for you! And if there isn’t, I can make it for you in a jiffy!” The Winter King offered with a white smile, Simon managed to tilt his head up to meet his gaze, offering a polite yet deflated smile.

“Thank you but I…think I’ll be fine here, I’m just tired, it’s been a long few days.” Simon gave his usual excuse, hoping it would deter the Winter King. He underestimated just how perceptive he was; he shook his head at Simon with a gleeful expression.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Simon, did you forgot that we’re the same person at our core? I know that lie, I used it myself when things were rough many-a-times and I know that it won’t get you anyway.” The Winter King took on a more vulnerable tone, tenderly offering Simon his hand with an encouraging, hopeful expression on his face.

Well fuck, he’d look like an asshole if he didn’t go with him now. That and he was kinda right, sulking in the corner about how much he sucks wasn’t gonna fix much. Cautiously, he placed his hand in the Winter King’s who suddenly yanked him up delightfully, his demeanour switching back seamlessly to his excitable self.

“Splendid choice, fellow Petrikov! I have the perfect activity in mind to get you out of that dark corner of your brain you’ve wandered off to!” The Winter King called out as he dragged Simon along behind him, who was letting out petrifying squeals and grunts as the two of them plummeted across the ice, cold air brushing past their ears. Sliding across the ice, the Winter King kept a strong grip on Simon’s hand, keeping him as steady as one could be when plummeting through the snow. He also flipped the two of them in the air a few times, just for the sake of it.

“Shouldn’t we slow down?! We’re heading right for the that edge!” Simon cried out, noticing that the Winter King was sending them to straight to one of the many lavish balconies of his ice castle. The King simply chuckled in response, his glasses shining with pride.

“Oh, yes, yes we are because that’s our destination!” With a frightened yelp from Simon and a joyous squeal from the Winter King, he sent the two of them hurtling from the balcony, before simply outstretching his hand and expertly creating a comfortable ramp of ice for them to slide down, right to the courtyard outside his castle. The Winter King kept his footing as he slid down whereas Simon simply clung onto him for safety, mentally cursing himself for ever agreeing to this. The King’s boots touched the ground with a satisfying crunch, maintaining his balance as he landed on the snowy landscape. Simon skidded against the ground, nearly slipping on his face but the Winter King caught him by wrapping his arm around Simon’s waist, keeping his footing steady.

“Are you trying to get us killed or do you just enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?!” Simon furrowed his brown as he panted for breath, resting his hands on his knees, hunching over slightly. The Winter King grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes!” Before Simon had the chance to rightfully give him an agitated earful for his behaviour, he continued speaking in his pompous, fun-loving tone. “That was very necessary for what we’re about to do, Simon, for we are about to engage in an activate that needs you to be on your guard, thinking straight, on top of your game, heart pumping and lungs heaving!” With an amazed expression, the Winter King held his arms over his head in a grand gesture.

“We’re going to have a snowball fight!” Simon stood there for a few moments just processing the information, blinking slowly in disbelief.

“You did all of that just for…a snowball fight?” Simon sighed, not sure why he expected anything different from his new companion.

“Why, of course, everything in the Winter Kingdom needs a little pizazz, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise! Speaking of,” The Winter King raised his arms through the air as if he was pushing them through water and before the pair of them, a few short walls of ice and snowy cover appeared on opposite sides of the courtyard.

“There we go, now there’s a little more flavour!” The Winter King smiled proudly, Simon was wondering how going up against what was practically an ice elemental in a snowball fight was even fear, but persisted.

“So uh, how do we start this?” Simon asked awkwardly, standing unsure of himself next to the impressive display of the Winter King’s power. Said King turned away from Simon as if he was thinking, but suddenly turned back, rolling a small snowball about within his hands before chucking it at Simon’s waist.

“Like that!” He smiled widely, playfully, Simon politely tried to match his energy with a competitive glare, falling down to his knees and shovelling up some snow. The Winter King retreated to his cover, grinning like a schoolgirl as he sat tucked behind a snow wall, peeking out from around its edge and-

Bam! He was struck square in the face by a snowball, it’s cold remnants dripping down his chin and staining his skin with a vanilla glow.

“Headshots are cheap shots!” The Winter King called out playfully, wiping away his eyes and ducking back behind his cover. The two of them went on with their fight, scrambling to make more snow balls, chucking them at each other, chasing each other around, sliding across the ice, of which Simon slipped many times. Simon took a few hits to his chests and limbs, but he managed to knock the Winter King’s crown clean off of his head at one point, sending the two into a laughing fit.

“I am sohoho sorry!” Simon apologised, keeling over as he offered the Winter King his crown back. The Winter King took it back with hands shaky from laughter and placed it back atop his head, placing one of his hands against Simon’s shoulder for support.

“D-dohohn’t be, that was a superb shot, Simon! But, that doesn’t mean your getting out of this that easily!” The Winter King commented with a sly grin that Simon didn’t have the chance to question the meaning of before he felt his cool fingertips he jabbed into his armpits.

“Ah! H-heheheehy!” Simon squeaked at the abrupt tough, his arms instinctively coiling to his sides. His legs gave out under him and he leaned into the Winter King for support, who wrapped an arm around his waist considerately.

“Don’t “hey” me, Simon, this is a very fair punishment! Crown shots are cheap shots, haven’t you heard?” The Winter King teased him, something that he obviously just made up as an excuse for…this. Why he was doing this was still unknown to Simon…until he remembered something the Winter King said earlier; they were the same person. He must’ve known that Simon would end up enjoying this too; Simon would’ve found it considerate if it wasn’t so, so flustering.

“Pleahahase, thihis is chihihildish!” Simon weakly protested, or at least it sounded like a protest. The Winter King stayed determined, slipping his hands down to Simon’s sides and jabbing his nails into his sides, wriggling them about.

“Simon, sweetie, we were having a snowball fight a few moments ago and you didn’t mean that at all! It doesn’t seem like your minding this all that much either!” The Winter King smirked, feeling no need to be discreet about that little secret. Simon did on the other hand, his cheeks turned a dark shade of red as he gripped onto the hem of the Winter King’s shirt tightly, as if he was begging for him to put those words back into his mouth.

“Dohohon’t be rihihidiculous!” Simon spat out, tilting his face down to hide his glowing cheeks. He didn’t know why he was trying to argue with WK like this, but it arguing an impossible lie felt easier than admitting an embarrassing secret.

“Oh, but I am ridiculous, silly even! That’s why us Petrikovs like this sort of thing; it’s playful and rough and so energetically soothing, don’t you think?” As the Winter King kept going on, Simon could feel that nervous feeling in his chest growing stronger and stronger. The Winter King’s hands began skittering and scribbling around Simon’s torso, his pristine nails digging into the fabric of his suit.

“M-mahahahahahahybe!!” Simon relented, finding it hard to deny such a vibrant, self-assured figure. T hat seemed to please the Winter King though, his fingers eased up on Simon’s waist a little bit, sticking to just tracing against his skin.

“Very good, now would you like this to continue or are you feeling better?” The Winter King murmured considerately, surprising Simon from just how easily softness and vulnerability came to him, simple as spawning ice from his fingertips.

Simple as manifesting your own reality.

“Cahahan’t it be bohohohth?” Simon chose. The Winter King felt Simon’s grip on him loosen slightly.

“Now your thinking right! Of course we can, my dear Petrikov, now let’s see where to start…your ribs, hips maybe?”

Simon blushed, regretting his decision instantly but ultimately, he was enthralled about what was to come.

[wroteclassicaly]

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus!Sized Female Reader

Word count: 1,676

Summary: You and Steve have some of your favorite kind of playtime. It’s pretty intense.

Warnings: Language, use of a blindfold, daddy!Steve, use of a sex toy & strap on/harness, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, slight male masturbation, anal sex, Steve gets pegged, but power bottoms from the top, and overall NSFW content!

A/N: It started out as a small thot in my brain in the early morning/late night hours. I called it the midnight unholys, haha. And it developed into… Well, this. I have another one in the works, but this one came first, and it’s also a plus sized reader, so I hope that’s okay?

This is untitled, because I couldn’t really think of one. Anyways… Hope y’all enjoy? ;) ❤️💖

Steve makes you lay completely naked with your legs spread open, watching him jerk himself off and finger his own ass. You’re not permitted to touch yourself, or you get blindfolded and tied up. Then when you don’t listen, when your fingers accidentally dip between your thighs, he’s moving over to where you are, securing a black fold around your head, its familiar silk tickling your ears with a light muffle.

“Tsk tsk, honey. I told you to listen to me.”

“But Stevie, I —“

He clamps a huge palm over your mouth, his salty skin on your parched lips. “You want me to gag you next, baby?”

Your thighs slap together, skin jiggling, and he snorts. “Yeah, I knew you’d probably like that. You’re extremely insatiable.”

He doesn’t let you know what’s going to happen next, simply warns you to not push it and to leave your hands above your head. “If a finger even twitches, then m’ gonna make sure you’re sorry when I’m through with you.”

You comply, much to his pleasure — a little to his chagrin, if he’s honest. But it makes things easier to set his plan in motion, moving away from you and smirking as you call for him from your spot on the living room couch.

“Steve? You’re not leaving me like this, tell me you’re—“

“You better NOT be moving, and that includes your mouth, little girl. So shut up and let daddy get what he needs to!”

The chains click against the thick leather, the other item heavy in his hand — something you both love to indulge in, more than you’d anticipated when you bought it. Originally, it was for you, modeled after Steve, but when the tequila became too strong and mouths became pliant — secret wants and wishes were spilled and agreed upon.

“Not fair I’m the only one who has to take a thick fucking cock, Stevie. Maybe I want to see how badly you struggle afterwards?”

“Mhm, you’re kinda right, honey.”

And that was the end of that. Introducing one of Steve’s favorite (and yours) playtime plays.

As you can’t see anything, nor move your hands — you’re relying on what you can smell, taste, and hear. So you nearly fall off the couch cushions when your boyfriend’s foot falls sound along the hardwood, approaching you. He coos at you, dropping some items on the coffee table beside you, his fingers tickle-tapping along your forearm and up into your palm, making you instinctively grasp him in a hold. You recoil and curse, whimpering. “Shit, m’ sorry. I didn’t mean to move, daddy.”

Steve’s entire jaw aches from the shit eating grin of your timid submission. He brushes his along your eyebrows, right above where the fabric rests. “It’s alright, for now. But I’m afraid that I still can’t let the earlier offense slide, honey.”

“Oh, fuck.” You’re nodding and resigning to your fate. “Whatever you have to do to teach me not to touch…”

His mouth is leaving feather light kisses to your jawline now, his apple and cedarwood body wash igniting your senses, your ability to taste his aftershave, practically on your tongue. He has to fight himself not to hold onto your hands, his automatic must have, especially during sex. Your bare body is laid out for him to do whatever he wants, your trust and soul entwined. He beams with a pride so genuine that it’s enough to help him slide away and tap your hips. “Lift up for me, baby.”

You don’t hesitate, Steve uses his strength to quickly maneuver your right leg into the harness, then the other. The moment that the material glides across your ankles and calves — you moan, immediately lifting your ass to help him slide the straps up until they’re in their place around the thick plush of your hips. So this is what he wants tonight? You should’ve known the second his fingers found that tight little rim below those full balls, how hard his cock was, the lube bottle open and beside his feet. This was what he had planned, despite your behavioral misstep in trying to touch yourself.

“How’s it feelin’, honey?” Ever-the-present boyfriend, he’s checking in with you first.

You shift a bit, the straps tightening across your thighs and beneath the pudge of your belly, sticking in the most delicious of ways. As Steve awaits your response, he can see your skin under pressure from the leather straps, but what’s mainly catching his attention? That small gap right below where the cock attaches, right where he can see your swollen pussy on display for him. You’re soaked, thighs shiny with it, drenching the harness, clit surrounded by a small bush of hair that’s coated in your cream. It comes out of his mouth before he can stop it (as if he would).

“Holy shit, your cunt is soaking wet, honey.” Your pupils are blown so wide that you look on the verge of leaving planet earth as you face him.

He reaches over to grip the thick shaft, breathing wet and shaky, and he’s quicker in attaching the heavy weight of the silicone, making you marvel once more. How does he manage carrying the real thing between his legs all the time? Your chest heaves sporadic beats, ones that slam against your ribcage, holding the bones hostage, nearly dusting them to ash. His voice is raspy when he speaks, tendrils of chestnut hair tickling your cheek as he leans down by your ear. “Be right back. Gonna get our lube. Daddy can’t take you without it.”

You’re grinning, knowing he is doing that Steve cheshire to match. It doesn’t take but mere seconds, the sound of the gel being squirted into his hand — loud and present. The couch dips with the weight of his knees, his body shuffling as he moves to straddle you, his heavy cock falling against your stomach, grazing the silicone. You're hit with a memory of jerking him and the toy off at once.

“Yeah, I’m remembering that too, babygirl. Your poor wrist needed iced up after that, remember?”

With how hard he’s breathing, you can imagine how dark his eyes are, how the hazel has been obliterated by a midnight sky, thick with desire. He shifts his hairy thighs on either side of your hips, heavy and light all at once. His tone of command leaves zero room to argue. He’s still in charge.

“Now. Here’s what’s gonna happen, honey. I’m going to use your cock, ride you until I cum, and you’re not allowed to see me or touch me, because you didn’t listen.”

Protests and cries die on your lips, but he shushes you right away. He’s well aware that you can’t stand not touching him, especially when he’s riding your strap. Always needing to have your hands on the thick of his beautiful ass — smacking, encouraging it, scratching, pulling it apart. He gives you points when you don’t disagree further, your hands staying perfectly still, even as he makes a fast task of lubricating the faux dick and himself, tossing the bottle beside your leg. He finds your thick waistline, squeezes — and then, reaching with one hand, he tugs the tip of the toy towards his ass, gently easing it back and forth across his perineum.

“God, honey. Your strap is gonna make me feel so fucking good. Gonna soak your tits and your face in my cum.”

“Yes, please. Fucking use me, Steve!”

He grumbles about that being what he likes to hear, and then he’s settling his weight onto you, right into his loud whimpering cries, as he eases himself down the toy — each realistic ridge and thick inch making him feel for what you have to go through, but also making his brain short circuit, and your own, hearing how slick and wet he is, how his tight hole opens up for its thick girth. It hits against that special spot, and already, his toes are curling. You can’t see him, but you can feel the slippery perspiration of his skin, coarse leg hair, right to the happy trail that dips down his belly button and settles around the base of his own fat cock. He’s groaning, tongue tied and gone. Your fingers almost twitch.

“Good boy, Steve. You’re doing so good for me. Are you — you okay, baby?”

He drops a hand to your cheek and swipes his calloused thumbpad, nodding, even though you can’t see, beginning to thrust himself into the rhythmic pain. This won’t last long, he’s well aware. His pre-come squirts out in fresh waves, soaking your belly each time he works his hips. “It’s perfect. Fuck, baby.” He loses himself and lets his hand fall backwards, nudging your legs apart a little more, skimming that opening where your pussy meets the harness straps.

Your thighs begin to tremble and you mewl, quite pathetically. Steve is cursing. “Honey, that’s my good-fuckin’-girl! You’re sopping wet. And that’s all because daddy is riding you, huh?”

“You feel amazing, Stevie! How’s my strap? Nice and thick in your tight little hole, splitting you open just like you always do to me?”

You can’t form a coherent thought, both of you becoming lost in the power dynamic and babble. Steve is a writhing mess at your words, hand working overtime behind him.

He strokes and swipes as best as he can, taking what arousal he gathers from you, and uses it to circle around his rim — that’s stuffed full of your strap, and then he’s taking some more to slick his aching cock, peeling it off your stomach, letting it bob back and forth, slapping your skin in a sticky press. You’re planting your feet into the couch and helping get him deeper, his hands finding your breasts, pinching your pebbled nipples, holding on as he begins to bounce, even his teeth aching from the overwhelming urge to come, his breathing accelerating.

Yeah, this isn’t gonna last much longer…

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[witchthewriter]

What are your favourite tropes? Not just relationship, but character tropes, plot tropes? I love how you add them in your s/o posts!

Oh I love this question! I have so many! I will make an official post about tropes in the future, but right now I'll focus on my favourites! (thank you for this question omg)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

I love this pairing because it's basically opposites attract, yin and yang, sun and moon. Two completely different people who can come together, despite their differences and decide that they love the energy of the other.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐨

When two characters share one brain cell and cause absolute chaos wherever they go. It's exciting and funny and entertaining.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐳 & 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬

I love how devoted Gomez is to Morticia. He would do anything for her, anything at all. And that's why this has become a trope - so many books written by women now have the main male love interest act in similar ways to Gomez - absolute devotion.

𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐎𝐡 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐈 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬

When it's only one person who is a chaotic dumbass and the other is the voice of reason. Even when the dumbass character gets into the most trouble, their lover will rescue them no matter what.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 (morally grey)

I know this is a really popular choice, but there's something about a character who goes against the grain, who rebels, but deep down has a good heart.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞

Pretty straight forward, double points if character is really innocent looking and seems like everything scares them.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬/𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲-𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

We love a woman who knows what she believes in. Who cares about something so much that she is ready to risk it all to rebel.

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭

Can be romantic, or just platonic. It also kinda ties in with the found family trope. I love the thought of two people caring so fiercely about the other that if anything happened they would go crazy.

𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐲 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲

I mean ... this is an easy one to love. But also it's really popular now. Which is completely fine with me. I guess it's my daddy issues coming into play?

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

I know! Another overdone trope, but god do I love it. The angst, the build-up, but knowing that they'll grow to love each other... just hits me in the best way. However, it has to be done right.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

I know some people like the whole, 'I love you because I choose to', but there's something about soulmates that just ... AH .... tickles the right spots. It's like validation for their love.

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Okay so... the only time I've seen this be done is in Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End. It's during a fight scene and Will calls out to Barbossa to marry Elizabeth and him. It's one of my favourite scenes ever.

[blackwolfstabs]

any communities ur apart of besides writing??

actually yes, but i'm going to start off by saying this first: some of these communities i had no idea i was associated/affiliated with until this year. i've come to find that there are just things that we as people are tied to because of the way we grew up or the way our brains are wired. i feel the need to back myself up, because the truth of the matter is that i'm scared to "come out" and admit to some of these, but you're asking, i'm answering.

my dad once told me that the first step in coming to terms with yourself about something isn't to hide it, but to admit it to yourself and others.

another wise scriptwriter wrote for Glen Powell to say as Tyler Owens: "you don't face your fears, you ride them."

so fuck it, here it goes:

k-pop community // this one is a bit dated, but yes, this community gave me both dark times and help out of them. i know that sounds weird but it is what it is. BTS is what i primarily listen to, but i love so many songs from the k-pop genre. and as a dancer, i love watching the choreographed dances and learning them myself. any time i hear music with a good beat, i get some pep in my step haha. i'm also head-over-heels for Park Jimin - goddamn, that man and i have so much in common

furry community // i really hesitate on this one, because people that are a part of this community get such a bad rep. i am NOT one of those people who are zoophilic (or support it) or the sexual/weird/creepy kind of people that the word "furry/furries" are often associated with. i'm just like anyone else that isn't a part of the community, i'm casual and chill about it. i didn't realize i was really a part of this community until this year, thanks to @whitewolfstabs , i always just shrugged it off as "i've always loved animals so yeah." however fursuits have always fascinated me and the amount of time i think about animals - the way the move, express themselves, etc. is pretty excessive. as a kid, i used to act like an animal and i always thought it would be cool to be one. go figure, because many of the stories i write have characters who are werewolf/animal-shifters. now, i'm am NOT in no way saying any character i write about is a furry, nor is anyone else who takes an interest in animals or animal-shifting characters is a furry. matter of fact, i really don't like using the term "furry" because of the bad rep it's got attached to it

bluey community // i had no idea what the big hype over this show was for the longest time. i thought it was just another kid show, but then i saw a lot of people doing fanart, talking about it, etc. and i was curious to know what this little blue dog and her family was about. of course, i'm not disciplined enough to sit down and take the time to try it but you know who did? nylah! yep, she started watching it, told me about it, i watched an episode, and i was like holy shit, this is so cute and wholesome. kinda gets me back in touch with my inner kid and away from the pain of adulting

sfw tkl community // i'm so fucking shy about this one but hear me out. it's not a kink or a guilty pleasure. i've had poor experiences with tickling/being tickled in the past that it's made me very afraid of/anxious about it as i got older and even now. i wasn't exactly exposed to it in the best/natural way like most people typically are. the concept has always hit me differently, always made my head turn, and it has always made me anxious. i get insecure, i flinch at small touches, and it's made me physically distant with a lot. i've always known that it wasn't "normal" for me to think about it that way, but i don't know how to change it. @whitewolfstabs shared/shares the same anxieties/shyness about it and has a friend on here that's a part of the sfw tkl community. she talked to her and her friend (whom i won't mention for privacy concerns, idk how she'd feel about it), told her to give it a shot - to explore and just be real about it. and then she showed me. i can't say i "enjoy it" because i'm a spazz, however, i have written about it as a means of trying to normalize it so it won't be such an "issue" for me anymore. my therapist even told me that normalizing/exposing myself to things that make me anxious is going to help me manage it and realize that i can feel certain things, overcome them, and nothing bad happened to me. it's complicated, really, but i hope whoever sees this doesn't see me as someone weird and they don't want to be my friend anymore or they just think different/poorly of me in general. i've come to understand that we can't control what makes us tick, what makes our heads turn, what we think about, or what we grow to fear - 95% of the time, they're because of an external stimulus that had set a standard and we often spend our lives trying to get past that. i'm rambling i know, but i'm very scared to share about this..

gaming community // compared to the wide range of gamers out there, i totally suck at video games, but i really enjoy playing them! i'm actually very competitive and can be a sore loser, which makes my drive to play until i win high haha. i don't play many games, more like a select few that i play over and over, including Animal Crossing New Leaf & New Horizons, Super Mario Bros. (Nintendo DS), Mario Kart, and Super Mario Sunshine. I'll throw down with those dumbass wii sports games too lmfao

well there you go, found out more than you wanted to and i know i had the choice to not share certain things about me, but like i said... i don't want to be scared anymore. i'm working through a lot of my issues and talking about them is the first step. take it or leave it but to anyone out there who feels like they have to hide for fear of judgment or rejection, i'm with you.

p.s. it's clear to see that all of these (with the exception of the gaming community) are courtesy of @whitewolfstabs - she walked so i could run, and i'm so fucking grateful for that. tysm, my love, for showing me that being weird and different isn't something to be shameful of. it's a display of beauty and courage. stay true 🩶

thank you for asking!

[liauditore]

Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation!  Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

[tkmicha]

This weekend oh my fucking GODDDDD I have so much to tell you all...

So pinkie came over ok? And fuck man... I'm just gonna type out a bunch of stuff that happened bc my brain is still all mushy gushy from how wrecked I was....

So this man has learned new teases bro, like:

Me, in the middle of laughing, I yell stop

"Stop? Ok!" "What? You told me to stop soo I diddd" "oh? You want me to continue? Continue what?" "I dunno what tword you're referencing..." and he made me repeat that I wanted him to tickle me over and over again bro

And don't even get me STARTED on his nails.. i didn't think nails would be too bad on me but BOY was I wrong. NO ONE AND NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR HOW BAD FINGER NAIL TWORDS ARE DUDE.

but he'd like, scribble them on my armpits, stomach, sides, ribs, thighs, and neck- neck, lower stomach, thighs, and ribs were the worst oh my GOD!!!!

The thighs bro... my inner thighs were so fucking sensitive to his nails and so was my lower stomach...

And oh my FUCKING GODDDD he tied up my arms ok? They were loose and I asked him to tighten them and he did and fuckkkk the way he imidiatly attacked me sent shivers through my body-

And oh my god I snort laugh dude. It was so embarrassing- he tickled the hell out of my neck for the first time and I couldn't stop snorting and wheezing- I was so embarrassed but OHH THATS JUST THE START BRO

Why did NO ONE warn me how humiliating it is to not hide your face bro.. I was laying with my head in his lap and my arms were behind him and he tworded the hell out of my armpits and neck and FUCKKK not being able to look away is TORTURE. It's so embarrassingggg

And I kinda- willingly had my arms up behind him and he kept teasing "you could move if you wanted tooo~" "nothings stopping your arms from coming down and saving youuu" UGHHHH MY HEART

I also found out my shoulder blades are hella fucking ticklish dude... ooooooogh

If he ever learns teases like "tickle tickle" "koochie koo" or whatever else is out there I'm gone I tell you GONE

OH MY GAAAWD AND WHEN HE GAVE ME A HUG AND RASPBERRIED INTO MY NECK UGHHH🦋🦋🦋🦋

!!SLIGHT N$FW BELOW!!

He used one of our vibrating toys on me and it tickled like fucking hell dude... IT WAS SO BAD ON MY NECK BECAUSE I COULDNT STOP IT

[sordidmusings]

jealousy anon here! eeeee ty for feeding me!!! it's hilarious to me shanks, mihawk, and crocodile are in ascending order on how much of a menace they are when jealous. im reading mihawk's and feeling kinda sorry for the ex and then crocodile comes in with the steel chair with implied murder. even shanks, who's the most "mild" ends with him thinking of using his conqueror's haki. it was so much fun reading what they're like when jealous. like. you are NOT immune to love making you stupid ❤️

Behind the Scenes to Croc’s Jealousy Scenario:

How you phrased it made me laugh so I had to make a stupid meme 💀

Also!

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT 🥹🤍🤍🤍 thank you so much for taking the time to message again 😘 it was happenstance that they were in increasingly unhinged order but it tickled me too!! Your subconscious must’ve listed them out that way in the ask and I’m sticking to that story lol I’m really thankful you had fun reading❣️ it was so fun to daydream about 😩 I do tend to lean unhealthy/obsessive in jealousy daydreams so I tried to keep that more grounded to how I think their canon portrayals would act! Obviously couldn’t completely shield it from my tastes 💀

Also “you are NOT immune to love making you look stupid” gave me yet another laugh BUT it also got my brain thinking - what other ways would love have them making fools of themselves?? Shanks just constantly does that for funsies so to make his interesting it would more have to go from the angle of “how does love break his character”? Does being a fool for Shanks mean compromising your principals to impress and attain your partner?

For Mihawk I definitely think it’s more of his trying to disguise being disgustingly domestic and romantic with his Dark and Brooding exterior and doing it POORLY. Or maybe if he’s truly head over heels (and it’s only you around) he’d let himself be the butt of the joke for once just so he can see you laugh until your stomach hurts and know it’s cuz of him.

Croc is so tied to dramatic gestures in my brain. I have no explanation besides it just being his grandiose aura and ideals. He’s so ripe for the absolute cheesiness of of doing something that would fuck up his reputation like publicly groveling to get you back. It would be SO out of character if not built up solidly, but if that foundation is laid then the fact that it’s out of character would feel like part of The Point of him doing the gesture instead of it simply being written to shove him into a cliche. Not a knock on cliches - they’re quite fun but ooooooo do they pay off so much better with that groundwork 🤌🏻

Of course they’d all also be quite fun in scenarios where love just makes them overlook something Obvious or act impulsively and expose how down bad they are lol

Anyway sorry for more rambles shdhdishjdjs

Thank you again 🥰 sending love 🤍

[foreverrandomwritings]

ൠ ◉ & ♡ for fanboy/mickey please?

🚨!!!18+ in the middle!!!🚨

My sweet cinnamon roll of a husband!😍

ൠ Random Headcanon

~We’re going with ♒️ Cooking/Food Headcanon for this.

~So onto the food!!

~He grew up with authentic homemade Mexican food.

~He will not go to a Mexican restaurant.

~He has however found a little food truck that is close to his dad and Abuelas food.

~Smelled it one day when he was on a jog and couldn’t resist it.

~He has the recipes from his Abulea and sometimes he attempts to make it but it never tastes just right.

~His go to breakfast is not at all healthy.

~He will literally eat like pop tarts or a granola bar or just a protein shake.

~Lunch however is usually healthy.

~Fruit, salad, steak, chicken, fish, vegetables, rice etc.

~He will sometimes grab a little debbie cake or candy bar or whatever from a vending machine if he has a bit of a sweet tooth at lunch.

~Dinner will normally be sushi, wings, pizza, something home cooked or whatever.

~He keeps it spontaneous.

~If he has a significant other though the man will love to cook for them and I know that for a fact.

~His go to snacks is normally like peanut butter crackers or carrots and peanut butter or celery and peanut butter.

~A lot of peanut butter okay?

~He drinks a lot of water. Like never drinks anything besides water unless it’s at the Hard Deck or occasionally with dinner.

◉ Any other question of your choosing

~I’m gonna choose ✿ Sex Headcanon for this one.

~Ughhhh. Just the thought of sex with my husband makes me weak in the knees.

~Mickey is a switch first off.

~Likes to be called good boy or sir.

~The man prefers to be more of a sub though.

~Will beg you to use him however you feel.

~Begs and pleads for you to ride his face.

~Will be a sobbing, red, tired, stuttering, puddle in bed.

~He will have 0 brain cells left but will have a dobby fucked out smile on his face.

~Likes being tied up and edged.

~Sports the marks you leave on him proudly.

~Tells you how much he loves you.

~Will love to hold your hand while you’re on top.

~Or whenever he’s on top.

~Will whimper and groan while slipping in and out of you.

~Puts his forehead on yours. Sweat sticking together as he’s praising you for taking him so well.

~If he’s being more dominate he’ll be into slight breath play.

~Will have you choke on his cock over and over again.

~A hand around your throat lightly or pushing your head down into the pillow or mattress while he takes you from behind.

~Will ask you repeatedly if you’re okay though.

~The man’s loves role play okay?

~You absolutely will not change my mind on that.

~Aftercare is super important to the both of you.

♡ Romantic Headcanon

~This man is a fucking swooner.

~Complete fucking simp for his significant other.

~Daily good morning texts when he’s at work before you’re even awake.

~Writes to you from the sea.

~Jumps at every chance he has to FaceTime you, call you, email you or anything.

~Forehead kisses, kisses to the back of your hand, kisses on your head, kisses to the cheeks.

~Silly kinda romantic.

~Likes tickle fights, fake wrestling, throwing flour on each other, dunking each other in the pool, throwing ice on each other in the shower etc.

~He will do just about every tiktok trend he can find.

~Dad jokes galore.

~Will be number 1 hype man.

~Begs for you to take him along when you go shopping.

~Wants to go literally everywhere with you.

~Gets a manicure when you do.

~Rants to his Abuela about you all the fucking time.

~Would love it if you’d go to cons with him.

~Especially if you’d dress up as well.

~Would genuinely be the sweetest fucking cinnamon roll ever.

~Can you tell I love him?

Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff @angelbabyange

Headcanon Ask Game

[knowltonsrangers]

If you still looking for requests, I'd love to see the reader rescuing Ben or Nathan from some sort of a sticky situation/kidnapping or whatnot. I mean, them rescuing reader is always a chance for delicious angst- but the other way around kinda subverts the damsel in distress trope

[a/n: my brain immediately went to both. I hope that’s okay! thank you for requesting!]

Nathan Hale x reader x Benjamin Tallmagde

The rope has gnawed enough of his skin around his wrists that every time he shifts, a shooting pain runs up his arm and causes his teeth to grind against each other

“Must you keep moving?”

The flaxen-blonde tied up at his back whispers, in a major state of discomfort himself.

“I am trying to—“

“Quiet!”

The solider at their front turns around to bark a command, wrinkling his nose distastefully at the sight of the two of them, as if their mere presence caused a general loss of appetite.

“Sorry, sorry…”

Nathan breathes, a laugh tickling at the back of his throat. Ben hears it before it can turn into something more, successfully hushing the Captain before he got them both in any more trouble.

Benjamin sighs, tilting his head backwards until it rests gently against Nathan’s back, the man jumping slightly at the unknown contact, then immediately relaxes his shoulders.

“Are you trying to see the sky? I’ve forgotten what day it is…was.”

Nathan whispers, barely audible in his ear as he turns enough to catch Ben’s gaze.

“No. I am counting how many beams are in this barn.”

“Your sarcasm precedes you, Damon.”

“I am serious—“

The redcoat shoots them a look that rattles the brass on his belts, enough to wordlessly say that if he catches them again they’ll likely be sorry.

Ben nods, swallowing thickly and then returns to his previous act.

Nathan begins scanning the barn, shuffling uncomfortably on the straw that littered the floor. Likely looking for an out, a simple way to make a quick exit.

Suddenly, out of thin air, a bullet whizzes across the room, far away enough from the both of them, straight past the soldier, causing him to jump in surprise and spin wildly around.

“Who–?”

It’s a question that goes unanswered, as from an similar direction, a second failed bullet goes right past the target, causing him to back straight against the wall of the barn and slip out the door, likely to gather reinforcements.

Out from the top floor of the barn, you descend the ladder, nearly falling a few times before regaining your footing and hopping down at the bottom.

“Who is it?”

Nathan asks, unable to see who with the direction he faces.

“Are you alright?”

It’s a silly question, clearly not, but Ben can’t help the stupid smile that washes over his features at the sight of you with his pistol, sliding onto your knees to begin undoing the knots of the rope.

“y/n!”

Nathan chirps, the first to be free, standing up and stretching his arms over his head.

“Hi,”

You breathe in relief.

“He’ll likely be back soon,”

Ben mumbles, flexing his fingers as he is finally freed from the agonizing pain of the rope burns.

“We’ll be long gone before he does.”

The Major wobbles to shaky feet, then is met with surprise as you hand his flintlock back over to him.

“I wasn’t trying to kill him, but you’re a better shot than me.”

“Good work, y/n,”

His hand comes to your back, then Nathan grabs your hand, his opposite pulling Ben’s arm.

“Best we get going, yeah?”

You can’t help it, the smile that worms its way to your rosy cheeks as Nathan tugs you along, out from the barn and into the woods.

“Thanks for the rescue.”

Nathan hums, just when you’re far enough away to ease your pace, just a bit.

“Anytime. Couldn’t leave my two boys to sleep in a barn, could I?”

“You could have left Nathan,”

Ben jests, and you laugh.

“I’m happy to save you guys any day the week,”

The whole way back to camp, the only thing on Ben’s mind was how good of a shot you actually had to be to miss intentionally with a jammed trigger.

[koala-fluff]

Here we go. Tis time for my Wednesday hyper fixation to reveal itself. Enjoy!

(apologies if these are badly organized. My brain is running a million miles an hour as I write these)

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✨Wednesday Tickle Headcannons: Part 1✨

Xavier Thorpe

Lee Headcannons

He is more ticklish than people think

Not extremely so, people just don't expect it

He is really good at hiding it

Like, scarily so

Tickling his worst spots will make him break immediately, but it's hard to find

His parents never gave him enough attention, so he actually likes being tickled

Has accidentally drawn a tickle monster while fantasizing about it

Luckily, he was in his private studio so no one saw

Wants to keep the tough guy image, so he will deny being ticklish despite his want for it

His laugh is quite loud

He snorts if you tickle his knees. I have no evidence for this, but he does

He does thrash a lot and has accidentally kicked his attacker because of it

The first in the group to find out he was ticklish was Bianca while they were dating

He will deny the fact that he enjoys it, and people do believe him

His worst spots are his knees and neck

Ler Headcannons

He enjoys tickling people just as much as he enjoys being tickled

He is ruthless

He loves chasing people down to tickle them

He has also drawn feathers and used them to tickle his victims

He smiles evily as his victim laughs

He loves teasing them, especially when they try not to laugh

"Just laugh already. You know you want to~"

His favorite technique is to switch spots constantly to keep them guessing

He always gets the best reactions that way

Always gets a glass of water for his lee when they're done

Ajax Petropolus

Lee Headcannons

He is an adorable doofus

Is quite ticklish and no one is surprised

If he is asked if he is ticklish, he'll just say 'yes' and then immediately catch himself and run away in terror

If someone just pokes him, he will jump and shriek

Everyone pokes him because of this

Is the type to tell you his deepest, darkest secret if it means you won't tickle him

He is fine with being tickled because the ler is usually very happy when they do

Will giggle before you even catch him

Will always run away if anyone shows any sign that they want to tickle him

He never restrains his laugh

It's loud, it's bright, and it will always make you smile

Will always retaliate while someone is tickling him

The first person to find out he was ticklish was Xavier, surprisingly

Xavier then immediately told Enid and his fate was sealed

Will always flush bright red when teased

His worst spots are his armpits and hips

Ler Headcannons

He loves making people happy

If someone laughs around him, he immediately gets a happiness overload

Because of this, he loves tickling people

He will chase his victim across the whole campus and still won't give up

Loves playing tickle games

Always has the brightest smile when he tickles someone

Loves it when his lee hides and he has to go find them

Is the god of teasing

No tease is too childish

"Cootchie-coo!"

"Does this tickle? Yes? Well too bad!"

Would cook a four course meal for his lee after they're done

If he could cook, that is

He usually settles with getting them comfortable and making a sandwich for them

Eugene Otinger

Lee Headcannons

This poor boy...

He is the most ticklish of the group

Poking him a few times can send him into full blown laughter

He has no resistance to tickling

If he gets tickled, he'll just instantly laugh

Despite this, he is never tickled for long periods of time

Why?

Bees

They will protect him from any attack

Evidently, that includes tickling

He is very squeaky when he's tickled

He also kinda curls into himself, like a little roly-poly

He barely struggles, so there is no need to pin him down

The first in the group to find out he was ticklish was Wednesday

She was also the first to find out that the bees would protect him

Teases absolutely destroy him

He just can't take it

He doesn't hate being tickled, but he doesn't like it

He just let's people tickle him cause it makes him feel like he has friends

His worst spots are his sides and stomach

Ler Headcannons

He doesn't tickle people much

When he does, he's really embarrassed about it

He's more confident when the group does a massive tickle fight or if he has a partner

He's also more confident if they antagonize home first

He likes teasing by fluttering his fingers above his victims and gasping:

"The bees are coming to get you~"

Never fails to get his victim giggling, whether from them being flustered or them finding it goofy

He always has this massive grin on his face and definitely laughs along

Sometimes, when he's really annoyed at someone, he will call his bees

No one can resist the bees

Is the one to make sure his lee is ok after they're done by asking so many questions

Usually he asks them so fast that it's hard to reply

✨Bonus✨

Thing

Lee Headcannons

For being a hand, he is really ticklish

He wriggles around a lot, so it's always best to flip him over to tickle him

He also taps the surface he's on

In Morse code, it always translates to something like this:

JDKXIDVAKDNXK

Obviously, he has no laugh but people enjoy tickling him anyway

It's shockingly adorable to watch

His worst spot is his palm

The first person (outside the Addams family) to find out he was ticklish was Enid

She was painting his nails and he jumped when she accidentally got his finger

Somehow, she immediately knew what that meant

Suddenly, there was a hand skittering around the school with a very determined werewolf chasing after it

He doesn't mind being tickled. It makes him feel included

Ler Headcannons

He is terrifying

Ever had a hand chase at you at blinding speeds?

That's what happens when he tries to get someone

He will crawl all over his lee so fast, they will never catch him

Is frequently Wednesday's partner in tickler crime

Loves it when someone has a ticklish back

He'll just runs up and down their back if they are

No one can stop him because they don't want to crush him

There have been many instances when a student will run screaming down the hall with a hand chasing after them intently

His absolute favorite game is sneaking into one of his friend's classes and tickling them while they try to pay attention

He's just a little tickle gremlin

Will try his best to bring his lee some water when they're done

Usually he just settles on bringing them a little snack

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That's it for the first part! Second one will come out later.

Have a fabulous day and try not to be chased by hands!

[swifty-fox]

Curt is nasty. I can get into his more twisted stuff if someone wants to send an ask but i'll keep this palatable for the gen pop.

yup yes please.

also does that (basically everything u said in ur last response) mean that curt wouldn’t spank ken?

I think he'd give it a shot if Ken asked but I think it just makes him uncomfortable. Maybe a few slaps to his ass but not til ken is crying or shying away that would hit a little too close to home

alright nastiness. literally read at ur discretion

Curt would and has considered fucking Kens throat til he pukes. it would be a pre-planned pre-negotiated setup scene. Ken doesn't eat anything enough in advance and just has water so things are clear.

But the idea of putting Kens body through that, of Ken offering to suffer like that for him really fucking drives him crazy. Curt's whole thing is the control of it and to have control over something so unpleasant is just really fucking exciting to him. I think it's a bit of a boundary pushing for Curt too because vomiting is so unpleasant it kinda tickles his issues with violence but it's also such a safe controlled situation he can ALSO explore something like that in a safe environment.

I think he's fantasized about after a good brawl going back to the equipment room and spitting his blood into kens mouth, kissing him and getting it all over his face. Maybe have ken clean the sweat off him with his tongue :)) that one is a little less feasable because of location but also because it's not a sterile environment (i.e. curt probably has the guy he was fighting's blood and saliva on him and that opens risk for diseases)

I think the idea of wound fucking excites him to some degree, hits him in the really taboo brain but that one stays firmly in the realm of 'im jerking it in the shower and my mind is wandering' he would not even enjoy it in practice for a MULTITUDE of reasons but fantasy isn't reality. But it's there :)

Ultimately what Curt likes is possession and control. It ties back to shit from his childhood, from his general personality. He's a deeply kind and caring friend, he's sweet and gentle and loving too. He likes to hold Kurt's hand and cuddle on the couch and gets bashful if Ken buys him flowers.

He's a really good Dom, he wouldn't be doing this stuff without an understanding of his own motivations and hangups as well as having a HUGE amount of trust in not only Ken really wanting this but also knowing Ken will tell him if he suddenly DOESN'T want something.

[fluffallamaful]

Wake up brain has returned

Dream is an absolute hoodie monster so Sapnap’s favorite way to tickle him is to pull his sleeves over his hands and tie them in a knot behind his back, pull his hood up and yank the strings to close it, and wedge himself under the hoodie to make sure he feels his hair and stubble and just tickles him silly

eeeeeee thank you for waiting sleeepyyyyyy 🙏🏼 brain has been kaput all this week 😭

but ok so immediately my brain has latched onto the fact that you’ve decided that this is sapnap’s ‘favourite way to tickle dream’,, insinuating that he’s done it multiple times, and also insinuating that dream would be able to see it coming each time

i’m imagining that the first time would have been far more accidental and playful though. like maybe sap is giving dream a behind hug and just playfully pulls his sleeves back to tie them in a knot behind him,, (exhibit A 👇🏼)

and then skitters his hands up and under the hoody to scratch at dream’s defenceless tummy. dream is caught of guard, unawares, and is the most bounciest giggler you’d ever did see

each time after that however, dream has plenty of time to see it coming — not that it stops sapnap by any means. despite feeling the younger boy start pulling at his sleeves, and dragging at his arms,, dream’s fight to not have his arms tied back and timed out from their defences is utterly pointless. sapnap is too determined.

i love the idea of him pulling the hoody strings tight as well 🥺 kinda imagining that this actually started from dream doing it to himself, to hide his fluster (exhibit B 👇🏼)

but it doesn’t take long for both dream and sap to realise just how much easier he is to tickle this way :D