#too ticky x reader

[vikkirosko]

🌱 Snufkin x Reader headcanons The beginning of spring ⛺️

Every spring, Snufkin came to Moominvalley and when autumn was almost over, he went on his wanderings. Every time he was in Moominvalley, he talked with friends and with you. You were more than a friend to him. Each time he looked forward to your next meeting, confident that you, like other residents of Moominvalley, you spent the winters in hibernation. However, when he returned once again, he found you wandering along the paths, although the others were still asleep

As it turned out, you never went into hibernation. You lived separately from the Moomin Family in your own small house and for several winters in a row you spent most often alone. Sometimes you were accompanied by Too-Ticky, who spent the winters at moominhouse. Snufkin was surprised by this, but also delighted at the same time. He was glad that he could spend a little more time with you. You sat together and told each other about how your winter had gone, waiting for the others to wake up

You listened with interest to what he told you about distant lands in which you have never been. For you, his stories were good entertainment after what you called a boring winter. He played you melodies on his harmonica that he composed while traveling and you listened to him with your eyes closed. Your time together helped you feel that spring had really come

You told him about your winter. Winter was the most boring time of the year for you. At other times of the year you could chat with friends, walk in the woods, pick berries and mushrooms, but in winter there was a lot of snow, which you often fell into and because of this quickly froze. However, even in winter there were pleasant moments about which you, with a slight smile, told Snufkin

You spent several days together until spring finally began to manifest itself in Moominvalley. You knew that there was still spring, summer and almost the whole autumn ahead that you could spend together. There were a huge number of days ahead that compensated for the three months of winter that you spent apart

[nataliedrawz]

heya!!!! happy 200!!!!!! can i please request an x reader?? if you dont mind?????? id like maybe an emu x reader with fluffy cuddles and tickles, maybe the reader has stage fright???? youre amazing, keep on smiling <3

Stage Fright

A/N: Hello! This was a really cute request, thank you for being the first to request something for the event! I will always stay smiling, and so should you!<3

"Hey Y/N! Are you alright over there?" Asked the concerned pink haired girl, Emu.

This situation happened after Emu had insisted in doing some practice, little did she know that you had a humongous amount of stage fright, especially when it came to performing your solo infront of millions of people. She insisted in letting Rui, Nene and Tsukasa act like her audience to help start it off, but quickly changed her mind when she saw you freeze up altogether.

"Y/N, I know it's hard, but we need to figure something out to help you calm down! Maybe we can play a game? Go for a stroll in the park? Anything to help you ease down!" Insisted Emu, her index finger tapping her chin in a thinking pose, "Maybe I can pull some silly faces! Tsukasa and Rui used to do that when I was nervous, it helped me calm right down!" Chuckled Emu, the thought making her sigh in happiness.

No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't help but frown a slight bit, "We could do some baking? Mum used to do that for me when I was down! Or she'd- wait, that's genius!" She paused at the thought, earning a head tilt from you out of pure confusion. "My mum used to tickle me before I performed too! Do you mind?" She asked, her holding your hands gently up to her face, kissing the back of your left habd reassuringly, "I'll be gentle, but if you don't like it, I won't continue, okay?"

"Okay." Was all you said, but that one word out of you made her entire body shake like an excited puppy, immediately making you smile. How could you be so lucky to have such a sweet friend like her? You didn't know, but it was pure luck.

"C'mon, we don't have all day!" She grabbed your arm, dragging you to the nearest lounge. It was comfortable as usual, but the fact you two were together made it feel even safer. "Alright! So, where do we start off?" She asked, rubbing her hands together and inching them towards you with interest. "Maybe we could start he-EHere!?" You giggled out of surprise as she immediately tazed at your side's, the unexpected movement making you curl up immediately, "Daw! You're really cute when you do that! It's almost like you weren't expecting me to immediately oblige!" She smirked, a teasing tone lighting up your nerves ever so slightly more. She started with gentle tazing to gentle yet excruciatingly slow circles against your side's, only lighting up your quickly reddening face.

"Aw, you're already so red! Does it ticki-ticki-tickle?~" She cooed, emphasizing with slight squeezes, "yEheHes! Ihit does!" You strained, making her gasp, "No way, don't hold back your laugh on me! I love it when you laugh freely!" She let out her bottom lip, reassembling a pout with large puppy dog eye's. Seriously, why was she so good at that!?

"Oh no, looks like the tickle monster is.. getting.. stronger! I can't hold.. it back any... longer.. rah!" She blew a small raspberry into the crook of your neck, making you gaffaw from the highly unexpected change of pattern. Her hands movements were light and precise, but her raspberries? Heck no! "Hey, don't you even dare try that! Bring them back down!" even if you went to try and pull your hand up to try and push her away, she'd take advantage and race her fingertips there and scribble to no end until you brought them back down. "GYaHahahAH! Dohon't yohOHou- AiHEHE!?" You immediately wrapped your arm's around yourself, Emu gasping, "Oh my goodness, you really are super ticklish!" She giggled, "Hey! You feeling better?" She asked, hoping it helped out even the slightest. "Actually.. I don't feel scared at all no more." You smiled, hugging her, "But I'm so getting you back one day!" You chuckled, "looking forward to it!" She patted your back, maybe you could return the favor some day.

[michu-writes]

I write for moominvalley now :)

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Wind

Tom Holland x Pregnant!Reader

You go on set with Tom, both of you thinking it’s harmless, but technically it’s not the safest place you could be while your 8 months pregnant

Warning⚠️: this not like regular ones reader doesn’t have the baby after getting hurt, Tom has a panic attack

»»——⍟——««A/n: wellll am I back? Idk tbh. I just felt like actually sitting down and writing something real not just the little bits lolol. Maybe I’m back maybe this was just a adrenaline rush but hey enjoy hehe

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It's perfect. That's the only way you could describe it. There's nothing better than this moment. If someone you're close to asked where your favorite place was, no hesitation, you'd say laying in Tom's arm. Call it corny, cringe, cliche, but it was true.

That fact only grows when you're pregnant. Now, you're pregnant with Tom's babies, twins, and that only makes you love being around him more. Some girls want their space when they're pregnant, but not you, not at all. You usually want to be around Tom as much as possible, and it only doubles when you're pregnant.

Tom knows. He's used to it by now. The first time you got pregnant, he noticed the way you were clingier. Not that he minded. He loved holding you and having his arms around you any time, so no big deal.

Now that you're pregnant again, he knows what to expect. He knows that as it goes on and you get more uncomfortable, he has to be around as much as possible, knowing he's the only thing that keeps you sane and happy while you're uncomfortable in your own skin.

Some days are better than others, but it's tricky, especially since Tom has to be on set. After you passed around five months, it got worse. He always tries to slip away when he can, leaving you things you need in the bedroom, wanting you to stay in bed as long as you can and not move around too much. Tom leaves you pillows and snacks, plus his hoodie so you can cuddle your big pillow and pretend he's there.

The one thing that was always extra ticky was sleep. No matter how much you'd lay on Tom's hoodie and cuddle with his pillow or how long you'd lay still in bed during the day, you can't sleep without him. During the earlier stages of your pregnancy, you'd trick yourself and act like he was there, napping during the day and being fine while he's gone, but that only lasts so long.

You're eight months pregnant now, and some days you almost can't bare him not being home. It made it that much worse that he had to leave early, and no matter how careful he was trying to remove himself from bed, you always woke up. You woke up, and you couldn't get back to sleep without him, leaving you in bed for the rest of the day, missing him.

Part of you did feel bad. Bad that you're so dependent on him, but the feeling always went away with how caring he'd be. Tom never complained, and he always found a way to help you however he could. Any time he did that, it'd make you so happy, and you wouldn't think about the slight guilt. He loved doing it anyway, so there was no reason to feel guilty.

Today is another regular day. Tom's alarm went off at 6 am, making him wake up and quickly turn it off, then look at you, who's curled up against him. He put his arm back where it was, laid across you, his hand on your swollen stomach, his thumb slowly rubbing circles, a small smile spreading across his lips.

He takes a few minutes, staying in that position and savoring the moment. Your back is against his chest, his other arm under your pillow, and your hands curled around his hand that peeks from under the pillow, both of you in a bubble of warmth and tranquility.

Then the moment he dreaded, after stretching the time as much as he could, Tom knew he had to get up. Slowly, he lifted the arm that laid on top of you, meanwhile trying to slide back and remove his body from yours.

To no use, tho, the very second his warmth left yours, you stirred awake, immediately knowing he was about to leave and not wanting it, turning around and trying to get him to stay.

"Tommy, no, no, stay! Please, stay," you whined. Your voice sounded broken and tired from sleep.

If you didn't sound so sad, Tom could've almost laughed at how you awkwardly tried to curl your body around his, trying to cling to him to make him stay. It is pretty impossible cause of your big stomach.

"M'sorry, Love. You know I have to go," he said, his voice also still thick with sleep. He brings his hand up and rubs your arm, looking into your pleading eyes.

"No, not today, just today, please. Don't want you to go," you pouted, still trying to lean into Tom, getting frustrated at how your stomach was preventing it.

Tom takes note, trying to think of a solution, not wanting you to be upset this early in the day. "Hold on, Love," he says. "Cmere." Tom turns you on your back, settling down on his side, curling his arms around you, pulling you sideways into his chest. "Better?" he asks, making you nod, tired pout still on your face. He thought for a moment, trying to come up with the best solution, only coming up with a single one that he wasn't super fond of, but it was the only thing his morning brain could come up with at the second.

"Alright, how about this; how about you come on set with me today?"

"Really?" your eyes light up at the thought.

"Yeah... I mean, as long as you promise to stay safe, I'm sure just one time won't be too bad," he smiles at you.

Tom, in general, is very protective, meaning he'd barely let you out of the house without him, not wanting something to happen to you or now your babies. In Tom's mind, there were plenty of things that could go wrong bringing you on set, but it's either that or leave you unhappy at home all day, and stress is bad for you right now plus, what's the odds something will happen anyway?

After you agreed, he called his manager, telling him he'll be a little late today, giving you time to take your time and get ready, plus time for you to wait for Tom's mom to come to pick up Mya, you and Tom's three-year-old, as she usually does every day to watch her while Tom is away.

Two hours later, you're on set.

"You sure about this, Love? I don't mind driving you back home if you like?" Tom says as you walk away from the car, starting to have his doubts.

"Yes, Tom," you smile. "You know I love watching you film anyways."

He can't help but smile, leaning to give you a kiss on your forehead as he slips his hand into yours and head closer.

You follow Tom as he gets ready in Hair & Makeup, then heads to his trailer to change. Pretty much everyone knew you, and you had fun seeing everyone again. Mostly, while Tom gets ready, you're sitting a few feet from him, out of the way, and just watching. Occasionally someone will say hi, but mostly everyone focused on other stuff.

Eventually, it's time to start filming. You and Tom walk to where he's supposed to be, him showing you and place you can sit and watch. It all goes smoothly. You smile as you watch Tom's scenes, even though you know little about what's going on, and you, every once in a while, will snack on the snacks you brought that are in your backpack.

At one point, they need to film scenes inside one of the set buildings. Everyone makes their way inside, Tom stopping to check on you for a few minutes before getting in his position.

The show Tom's filming is known for great CGI. Part of that reason is the custom big wing canon they use. When it's turned on, not only does it make it look like the wind hit Tom, but a lot of the time, it's powerful enough to make other things move, making it all look natural and less pressure on the CGI editing.

There's no way to know what it was about today. Everything was the same as any other day. The prop placement. The canon placement. There's no reason for any of it to change. Yet, that doesn't change the fact that when the wind canon gets turned on, and they started filming, all the wind and things moving, nobody could've predicted one of the prop rocks would go flying from its place.

Directly toward where you're sitting.

You didn't see it coming. You didn't have time to see it coming. Tom barely saw it coming, only noticed by the side of his eye how one object, compared to everything else, flew out into your general direction, making his heart immediately stop. His head snaps toward you, watching just in time as it hits you, sending you flying out of your chair and to the ground.

Most the things on set aren't real, the rocks and cars. Anything and everything around is for show, but it also needs to look like it's not fake. Soft, light prop rocks aren't going to pass.

It hit you right in the chest, and you were immediately unconscious. When Tom saw you not moving, he froze. Everything around him was too much. His lungs felt heavy, his throat felt dry, and he couldn't yell. Everything was within seconds, but he was the quickest to react, well, try to react. At first, he couldn't do anything, but a scream of your name eventually erupted from his throat.

For the scene he's doing, he was standing on a high-up ledge, also attached to a harness so he won't fall. Because of that, when he tries to jump and lung down to you, he can't. Instead, he's stuck dangling mid-air and strangling to get out of the harness, all while screaming your name.

Y/n!? Y/n! Are you ok? Y/n!"

"Tom. Tom! Calm down, stop moving so we can get you down!" Henry, the director, says. "Marcus, help Tom down, and Harmony call an ambulance for Mrs. Holland." Everyone scatters at the directions. Some go to kneel at your side, trying to be of any help.

Tom has to swallow his instincts and stay still so Marcus can control the harness strings and let him down. The second, Tom's feet are on (somewhat) stable ground, back where he started on the ledge he's pulling, tugging at the harness and throwing it away from him.

If this wasn't a terrible situation, and Tom focused on you, he would've stopped and been excited about the flip and sticking the landing off the 20-foot-high ledge he was standing on.

Once he's on the ground, he runs to you, trying not to trip over his feet, pushing the people around you out of the way, and gets by your side. His throat is dry again, mouth open, but nothing comes out. Tom's eyes wide, hands shaking as they ghost over your body. His gaze focuses on the small trail of blood going down your forehead. That's when his whole body starts shaking.

His vision goes blurry, and he doesn't know what to do. He starts hyperventilating. He feels like there's too much air in his lungs, but at the same time, he can't breathe. Everyone around you notices when he starts panicking, and they try to help, but it's too no use. He can't hear anyone or see their attempts. He only sees you.

In Tom's eyes, there's no telling how much time went by before he feels his body get pulled to the side and sees medics next to you. There are two more medics, one by him and one asking what happened. He still can't feel anything, numbness spreading around his whole body. He's unable to acknowledge the medic next to him, trying to ask if he's ok or needs assistance.

It doesn't take long for the medic to pick up on his incoherent state, his breathing uneven, and the crazed look on his face. The medic calls for an oxygen mask, quickly taking it and putting it over Tom's face.

It does help a little, making Tom come back to reality the slightest amount, enough for him to see the other medics get you on a gurney and wheel you toward the ambulance.

That makes Tom stand up, pulling the mask off his face and ignoring the calls from people around him, telling him to wait. He follows them, watching as they get inside the ambulance and close the door. And everything goes black.

Tom wakes up in a hospital bed. White walls and the sound of a beeping heart monitor. It takes him a second, but everything comes flooding back, and suddenly he's trying to get up, to get to you.

"Woah! Woah, Woah, mate! Settle down, settle down," Harry urges, getting up from his seat and standing next to Tom's bed.

'Y-Y/n- she- where-" Tom pants, unable to finish one sentence before starting another.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's ok, mate, she's fine."

Tom hears what he says, but something in him still can't fully comprehend it, and e continues to struggle and try to get up. "Tom, dude, stop, or they'll have to sedate you again," Harry chuckles, putting his hand on Tom's shoulder, wanting to keep him down.

"She's ok?" Tom asks, still now fully there.

"Yes. Y/n is ok, and the babies are ok.

"Wan' see her."

"Tom-"

"Please- mate, please," Tom whines, not caring how pathetic he sounds.

Harry sighs in defeat. Henry called Harry to meet Tom at the hospital to tell him what happened and when he arrived, the doctors said Tom had a panic attack, plus his oxygen levels went down. He'd be pretty out of it for a while.

Harry knew it probably wasn't the best idea to get Tom out of his bed, but he also knew Tom wouldn't stop until he saw you.

It takes a few minutes, but he finds a wheelchair and wheels Tom to your room. He wheels him next to you and leaves for you two to have time.

Seeing you brings him to reality just a little. You're still unconscious, and you have a heart monitor hooked up, but other than that, you look fine.

At that moment, exhaustion hits Tom like a truck. The full extent of the day's activities really come flooding in, and he's tired, incredibly tired. All he can do is smile, seeing with his own eyes that you're ok. He slides one hand and rests it on top of your stomach, sliding his other into your limp one, then just rests his head on the side of your bed, his eyes immediately shutting.

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[santiagogarcia]

Back with another fic rec Friday :) Enjoyed these immensely and I hope you do too 💙

Can I Stay? by @mariesackler​​ Llewyn Davis x F!Reader

Fair Game* by @leto-duke​​ Nathan Bateman x Reader

I’m Scared by @the-little-ewok​​​ Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Justifier by @leto-duke Jonathan (Scenes From a Marriage) x GN!Reader 

Restrained by @aellynera​ Santiago Garcia x Reader

Season Cycle by @reysflyboy Jonathan (Scenes From a Marriage) x F!Reader

Secret Keeper by @louderrthanthunderr​ Lucien (Ticky Tacky) x F!Reader

Something Dumb to Do by @aellynera​ Nathan Bateman x F!Reader

My askbox is open if you ever want to rec a fic to me!

* Marked as explicit/18+ and/or containing smut by the authors, other warnings may apply. Note that blogs may be 18+ irrespective of fic content. Minors dni.

[grow-bettah]

Im bawling

Please somebody just link me some Too-Ticky x fem reader fics I am having a meltdown and can’t find a single one i’m desperate

[clonecaptains]

HIGH DOSAGE - a first order!poe dameron x reader fic

rating: m - smut, sexual themes, sex pollen. 

word count: 2.8k

summary: Captain Dameron needs the location of the Resistance base, and you’re going to tell him. You’ve been given truth serum to tell the truth - or is it really truth serum?

a/n: finally it’s done!!! i struggled with this one! i’m newish to the poe fic side of the fandom so i’m sure something like this has been done before but i wanted to take a stab at it! this is a sex pollen fic and it IS consensual~. and was like 95% inspired after i watched ticky tacky and sucker punch. also i’m planning on adding more parts to this! there will for sure be a part 2. and as always feedback is appreciated!!

HIGH DOSAGE 

The cuffs and bindings around your wrists and ankles are beginning to hurt. You’ve been in this room for hours. There’s fear and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you’re on edge. Your mouth is dry, your forehead is covered by a sheen of sweat, and there’s a weird scent in the air. Is it supposed to be this hot in here? The air is thick. Is this an interrogation tactic?

If it is, you don’t know anything.

Truly you don’t.

Your uncle is part of the Resistance. He’d come to get you and was taking you to their base when the ship was intercepted by the First Order. Stormtroopers shot you and your uncle with a stun gun, and that’s the last thing you remember.

Now you’re here, alone, in this dark room strapped to a table. At least the table is tilted upright and facing the door, so you can see who comes in. At the moment, two Stormtroopers are guarding the door. They’ve been standing for hours, only rotating shifts once.

You don’t dare ask what’s going to happen to you, or your uncle. You know better than that. This is why you weren’t told the location of the base. Though you suppose now if something happens to your uncle you won’t have a way to find the Resistance if you don’t know. And what if they torture you anyways? Did they intentionally turn off the air-cooling units for this room? It’s so hot! And what is that smell?

Being alone isn’t even what’s bothering you. You’ve spent most of your life alone. You’ve only just recently found your uncle. You’ve lived a solitary life, not having much interaction with anyone. Strange as it sounds, having the Stormtroopers stand guard doesn’t bother you. It’s not exactly good company, but at least you’re not alone.

The quiet doesn’t bother you either, except when the main door hisses open. You jolt violently, the cuffs digging into your skin further from the harsh movement. It takes a moment for your heart to calm down from the scare, but when you see a uniformed officer in the doorway, nerves turn into fear.

Then…is that…arousal you feel?

You can’t get a good look at him yet, but you can see that with a flick of his hand he sends your company of Stormtroopers away.

He takes a step closer to you and removes his hat. The brim had been shadowing his face and now you can get a good look at him.

Is it fear or attraction running through your veins now? Because he is one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your life. The crisp clean black uniform accentuates his broad shoulders. His jaw is sharp and clean shaven; there’s a light grey tint to his skin indicating he shaves often. Dark curls are on his head, they’re slicked back with gel – not a hair out of place. His face looks like it’s been carved from stone. His eyes are cold; his mouth drawn in a thin line, surrounded by soft plush lips. He still hasn’t spoken. He seems to be watching you look at him.

He waits for a beat longer before he begins to speak.

“I’m Captain Poe Dameron,” he says adjusting his black leather glove on his left hand. He gives you a look, raising an eyebrow – as if he’s waiting for you to acknowledge who he is. But you have no idea who he is, you’ve never even heard his name. “Does this not bother you?” he asks, he’s walking around the room.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” you challenge back. “Because, I don’t.”  

“No?” his voice is cold, and somewhere behind you now. “Are you not with the Resistance?”

He’s standing in front of you again. He really is so handsome. What is wrong with you? He’s waiting for an answer, and you have no idea what to say.

“Not….yet.”

He cocks his head, “not yet? Either you are or you aren’t, sweetheart.” He steps up close to you, his face inches from yours. You can smell him, he’s smells clean. His aftershave is strong in your nose. His breath is warm fanning on your cheek.

“I-“ the temperature has only seemed to increase, and he smells so good. It’s making your head spin.

“What?” he tuts and runs a gloved finger along your cheek and jawline. You shudder and feel flushed. You can’t tell him anything, because you don’t know it.

“I’m not scared of you.”

“No?” he cups your jaw with his hand and forces your mouth open. “That blush on your cheeks says you’ve got something else in mind.” His voice is right by your ear and you shiver. “Do you like this?”

Do you? Do you like this? He seems to get more attractive by the second.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Whatever you want,” he purrs, he licks his teeth and it makes a slight smack sound. Now it’s your turn to cock your head. Whatever you want?

His body is so close you can feel the heat from him. His stare is ice cold, but there’s somehow a heat hidden in his eyes.

“It should be getting stronger,” he tells you.

“It?” your head hurts now. Pulsing. What is he talking about?

“Do you not know?” he whispers in your ear.

Like shock to your core, you feel it then. A sharp pang of arousal, low in your belly. You try to shift to relieve the pressure building at your core, but you can’t. Your legs are spread and strapped down.

“What did you do to me?” you grunt.

“I didn’t do a thing,” he steps back, watching you squirm. He explains to you then that upon your arrival, after you were rendered unconscious and brought into this room – you were given a truth serum.

“But I don’t know anything!” you interject. He holds his hand up to your lips to stop you from speaking. The touch of him against you has your skin feeling hot again.

“You were given the wrong vial by mistake.” His lip snarls for a beat. A flash of frustration crosses his face. Not at you, but at someone else.

“What was I given?”

“Can you not feel it? Coursing through your veins?”

And you do feel it. Feel something. It feels like you’re on the edge of a high, but not quite there. It’s building, and as he steps closer, it burns hotter.

“What did you give me?” you shift. That pressure is building.

“One of my troopers was to give you the serum on my desk,” his fingers curls into a tight fist. You can hear the leather rub together. “Instead he gave you the pollen vial.”

If your brain wasn’t so clouded with the thought of how badly you need him to touch you, you’d notice his anger at those under his command not following orders.

“Pollen?” your blood is pounding; you need him to step closer.

“It’s from the outer rim,” he explains. “Used mostly for,” he pauses, “recreation. The high it gives during more intimate activities is said to be unparalleled.” He’s drawn closer to you again, and you swear you’ll die if you can’t touch him.

You’re visibly wriggling, trying to relieve the tension but it’s only making it worse.

“The dose they gave was too strong,” he says pulling back. “There’s only one remedy for what you’re feeling.”

Ah. You get it now. Whatever you want, he’d said.

“Let me guess,” you sigh, your frustration only growing. “To give me…what I want, I have to give you something in return?”

“That’s usually how these things work,” he flashes a grin. Even his teeth are perfect. You’d like to feel those teeth clamp down on your-

“Who says I even want you?” you shake your head trying to rattle these thoughts loose.

“I’d say you did,” he purrs.

What is happening?

Maybe if you close your eyes it’ll go away. Right? Just close your eyes and don’t look at his face – at that gorgeous face.

“That won’t work,” he chuckles darkly. “I’ve tried.”

You open your eyes back up to see him facing you with a brow raised.

“You’ve tried?” you scoff.

“My troopers took this from my desk, this was my personal stash,” he shakes his head. “They used the last of it on you.”

The more he talks, the less relief you feel and the hungrier you become for him. Arousal is pooling from your sex; your nipples are stiff. And your neck feels hot when you see his eyes flick down to your breasts. Any other time, you’d be horrified, but right now your desire for him is so strong. It’s all that’s in your head.

“Ok,” you wince, “what do you want? Just please, touch me.” You don’t care how you sound, begging for him. This ache between your legs is stronger than you’ve ever felt.

“Alright then,” he grins and takes a step forward, he’s so close you can feel his body heat. But he’s not quite touching you. “Where’s the base?” His gloved finger traces along your neck. Your shudder is violent. You think even if you did know you wouldn’t be able to tell him.

“I don’t know, I swear I don’t know.”

“You have to give me something,” he tuts. He’s standing so close, this is torture. You fully expected to be tortured but not like this. You’d rather the other kind of torture right now than the ache you feel that’s white hot.

“I don’t know,” you cry. “Please. They didn’t tell me on purpose.”

“They?”

Your uncle. You can’t sell him out, though you imagine he’s being tortured too.

You can’t imagine why someone would willingly use this. You’re in agony. Your skin feels hot. Your blood is boiling. It’s as if all your senses on are high alert. Your breasts ache, needing to be touched. Your ears ring from the blood pounding in your skull. Your clit is throbbing, needing a release. You’re soaking wet between your legs; the desire is painful.

And he’s just standing there, he has you right where he wants you. He didn’t have to use a truth serum; this is the truth serum.

Are you really going to give up your uncle for an orgasm? How long will this last?

A tear falls from your cheek. You’d rather deal with this pain then risk the life of anyone else. Even though the very smell of Captain Dameron in front of you is making you tremble.

“You really don’t know do you?” he asks. He’s done this enough to tell when someone doesn’t know.

“I swear, I don’t know.”

You look up at him and you see his face change. The face of stone has softened. Is that pity?

Without a word, his gloved hand cups your clothed sex. Your gasp is loud, finally some relief. You start to buck against his hand, chasing the high. But he won’t let you.

He presses his other hand against your stomach, keeping you still.

Are you really about to let a captain of the First Order finger you?

Oh.

“Yes,” you cry, “please, right there.” You whimper as his hand slides down your front and into your underwear. You cry out loudly when the smooth leather touches your clit. He presses down and you scream. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and it feels so good.

His finger is steady in its rubbing. Precise comes to mind, or at least if would if you were coherent. This is without a doubt the best feeling of relief you’ve ever experienced.

Your orgasm builds quickly, and you come with a strangled cry in his ear. You imagine if someone heard you, they’d think you were being tortured.

“You’ll want another one,” he tells you, working you through this high. And he’s right, you still have an ache.

“I want to feel your skin,” you whimper, hanging your head with a sharp gasp.

He pulls his hand from your pants, and you already mourn the loss. Your eyes follow his hand as he puts his middle finger in his mouth – tasting you. He bites the glove and pulls his hand from it. He flexes his fingers and slides them back down your pants.

The first touch of his warm finger has tears falling from your eyes.

“It feels so good,” you cry. You can’t even be bothered to care how badly you need him. And he seems to be happy to give you what you want. In fact, he’s a little jealous you’re getting this high he was planning on having.

He dips a finger in your heat, and you come faster this time than the last. You know this is stroking his ego. You can see the pride in his eyes, but right now it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“More?” he asks, cocking his head. He’s greatly amused.

Your eyes flick down to his crotch, that’s what you want. And though his uniform is black, it does little to hide the desire he has coursing through his veins.

He pauses, he huffs out air from his nose. He’s thinking.

He surprises you then by releasing both your hands from your restraints.

“Why did you do that?”

He doesn’t answer, he avoids your gaze. You smile to yourself. It’s a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. He’s not interested in taking advantage of you.

“You sure you want this?” he asks, his hand on his belt. There’s no going back from this.

You nod and place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“The pollen will wear off as soon as you’ve finished, you’ll go right back to hating me after.”

Oh right. You forgot you’re suppose to hate him.

“I need this,” you tell him. You’re still in this pleasurable pained state.

He nods and unzips his pants. He reaches for your hips and tugs your pants down around your thighs. He pulls himself out of his pants and steps up to you, pushing your underwear aside, his tip touches your entrance, and your head falls on his shoulder.

When his cock fills your slick heat, you gasp and unable to control yourself – you grasp for his hair. That perfectly gelled hair is now a mess between your fingers. He grunts thrusting up into you, his teeth dig into your neck.

This is the high, now you get it. Now you know why this is used recreationally. You’ve never felt a high like this, or such a strong feeling of pleasure. Every nerve is on fire. You’re pulsing around him and your moans join together. You’re not sure if it’s the pollen or him, but he’s good. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You’re close to your end, and you almost don’t want it to stop. You look at his face, his lips. You want to kiss him.

So, you ask.

“Can I kiss you?” you whisper.

“No,” he turns his head so you can’t reach his lips. He gives a deep thrust inside you and that’s the final push to send you in the strongest rush of a release. Your vision is clouded, and you feel like you might explode from your pores, pleasure seeping from your skin.

You shout then, and he grunts following behind.

He’d said it would wear off after you’d finished, but when he pulls out of you and steps back adjusting himself, you still think he’s handsome. Your vision clears, and you feel better. You feel good, really good.

But he was wrong.

Because when he pulls a rag from you don’t know where, and cleans your thighs, your heart skips a beat. He straightens up and your face warms – hot under his gaze. He’s quiet, you can tell he’s thinking again.

“They will have killed your uncle,” he avoids your eye contact again, pulling your pants back up covering you. “I’m sorry.”

You sniffle, but you aren’t shocked. What shocks you is his next move.

He kneels and unbinds your ankle restraints. You step down slowly, unsure if this is what he’d like for you to do. You look at him when you take your first step, and he takes a step back.

Facing him now you have the strong desire to kiss him. Is the pollen still in your system? Maybe it’s lingering in your bloodstream. While he adjusts his gloves back on his hands, you run up to him and grab his head. You pull him in for a kiss, and he doesn’t even move – but he lets you kiss him. You distinctly notice he doesn’t kiss you back – until you start to pull away.

When you do pull back, his eyes flick down to your lips and you see a sadness in his eyes. A guilt.

He smooths back his disheveled curls and puts his hat back on his head. Then reaches for your hand.

“Follow me,” he says, “I’m going to get you somewhere safe.”

//

i didn’t do a tag list for this one but im tagging: @pascalispedro, @damndamer0n, @tintinwrites, @poeticandors, @vintagemichelle91, @huliabitch, @himbopoes, @tarrevizslas

[darlindannythehero-blog]

Colonel Sanders x Reader

Reposting bc I was banned for war crimes.

You go to KFC, hungry for something saIty and fatty. You’ve been weII-behaved aII month, tracking your caIories and saying no to any offers of greasy and fatty foods. You feIt Iike you were at your Iimit when that pig Diane from work brought doughnuts in for the second time in the same week (aImost certainIy to make you trip up; not onIy were most of the doughnuts your favorite fIavors, but she has been hoIding a grudge against you since you’ve stuck to your diet Ionger than she’s stuck to a husband). But you persevered (whiIe IoudIy munching on a saIad within earshot of her) and now you’ve finaIIy earned your cheat day.

You waIk through the doors, the wonderous smeII of hot fried chicken wafting into your nose. Your knees aImost grow weak at the scent. You’re snapped out of your daze by a Iow voice.

“HeIIo, ma’am. What can I help you with today?”

You Iook up and find that CoIoneI Sanders himseIf is there. He has forgone the usuaI cashier uniform and is instead dressed in a wife beater and tight pants that Ieft IittIe to the imagination. You start bIushing and stammering, stumbIing through your order. When he asks, “WouId that be aII for today,” you reaIize you forgot to ask for an order of KFC’s new nuggets.

You bIurt out "Yeah, your dick”. You recoiI in shock, and are about to stammer out an apoIogy before he hoIds a finger to your Iips.

“Shhhh,” he soothes ,“I know exactIy what you mean. The nuggets, right?” You nod. As he hoIds out your order a few minutes Iater, you brush hands. He winks, making your aIready red cheeks grow even hotter. You get back to your car, meaI in hand (you think eating in front of the CoIoneI himseIf wouId be too much for you). You open the the bag, fish out the box of nuggets, and you find that they are aII shaped Iike this:

…

You return to KFC after eating your orgasmic meaI. You wanted to immediateIy rush back for round two, but didnt want to seem desperate. However, in an attempt to appear cooI, you wait an entire month before returning. The wait was torturous, but the deIay wiII make the reward aII the sweeter… or in this case, more savory. CoIoneI Sanders is at the register again.

“Good morning my sweet,” he purrs. “It’s been a whiIe. Why the Iong wait?“ You wanted to appear caIm but you are immediateIy disarmed by the intense Iook in his eyes and how they contrasted with his cooI, IiIting tone.

"I..I. Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You are siIenced with a Iow chuckIe that makes your head spin, as the bIood in your body is trying to decide whether to rise up to your cheeks or beIow your gut.

“What wiII you be having today?” Before you couId respond, he Ieans further into your space untiI his face is centimeters away from yours. You can feeI his breath tickIe your Iips with his next words. “Same as Iast time, I bet?” Your voice is gone and you are too Iight-headed to nod, but you try to answer with your eyes as you meet his spectacled gaze. He smirks before turning and waIking into the kitchen. He returns and asks “DarIing, wouId you cIose your eyes for me?”  

You are aII too ready to obIige. You Iean over the counter, seductiveIy bending untiI your gaze meets with the buIge behind his apron. You cIose your eyes. He doesn’t even need to ask before you open your mouth, tongue sticking out ever so sIighty from your wet Iips. You don’t have to wait Iong before what you have been craving is thrust into your mouth. It’s even bigger and saItier than Iast time, and the coIoneI has cIearIy added some speciaI sauce to the recipe but you greediIy swaIIow what’s been given to you. You open your eyes and see that he’s feeding you these:

[yoyo-inspace]

MOOMINVALLEY is based on the beloved Moomin stories by Tove Jansson and will consist of two series of 13 x 22-minute-long episodes. It will broadcast in 2019 on Sky One in the UK and public broadcaster YLE in Finland. The show is being created by an outstanding team, including Oscar®-winning director Steve Box (Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit).

Cast and characters:

Moominmamma – Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl, A United Kingdom, An Education)

Moominpappa – Matt Berry (The IT Crowd, Toast of London, The Philanthropist)

Moomintroll – Taron Egerton (Kingsman, Eddie the Eagle, Testament of Youth)

Snorkmaiden – Akiya Henry (Bing, Bottersnikes and Gumble, Noddy in Toyland)

Sniff – Warwick Davis (Harry Potter, Star Wars, Life’s Too Short)

Little My – Bel Powley (The Diary of a Teenage Girl, A Royal Night Out, Carrie Pilby)

Snufkin – Edvin Endre (Eddie the Eagle, Vikings, Nameja gredzens)

Ninny – Mayumi Kawai

Teety-Woo – Matt Lucas (Bridesmaids, Doctor Who, Little Britain)

Too-Ticky – Katie Leung (Harry Potter)

Misabel – Rebecca Root (The Danish Girl, Boy Meets Girl)

Mymble – Jennifer Saunders (Absolutely Fabulous, French and Saunders, Shrek)

Emma the Stage Rat – Alison Steadman (Gavin & Stacey, Pride & Prejudice)

Hemulen (Female) – Susie Brann

Hemulen (Male) – Joe Wilkinson (Rovers, Miranda, Him & Her)

Mrs Fillyjonk – Kate Winslet (Titanic, Revolutionary Road, The Reader)

The Muskrat – Will Self (Shooting Stars, author of Phone and Sky Arts drama The Minor Character)

The Ghost – Richard Ayoade (The IT Crowd, presenter of Travel Man & Crystal Maze)