#whines this is somehow a sensitive fandom

[drdrizzey]

Late Halloween drawing!!

The good old Creepypastas from the mid 2017s are what basically got me into drawing and art in general. I quite literally started off just to make fanarts of them and boy, I made so much. I know some of those characters are outdated now but I don't want anyone to feel offended from me drawing them, that's really just a really nostalgic Fanart for me with the classic found family dynamic we loved!! Then later on I really got into those slenderverse ARGs and especially marble hornets and again, I filled sketchbooks just with marble hornets comics and fanarts so thats also something lmao

I had a hard time choosing who to draw here arggh

My inner child heals a bit more every time I draw any Slenderverse and Creepypasta character or even my old Creepypasta ocs

Also I want to add a disclaimer that I do not ship Creepypasta characters with anyone and that to me, they always acted all like siblings to each other! (Saying that because I know some people are really sensitive about ship art in this peculiar fandom and I agree that's a tricky one, but for me they've always just been a big silly family in their spooky manor, having fun)

Here's some dynamics I love and loved picturing them with :

- sally is the cute little sister that nobody can say no to and she KNOWS it, she WILL make everyone play dress up with pink ribbons and no one can do anything about it

- Jeff is a really good big brother to her and really tries his best for that

- Masky is 100% the tired big brother having to care for all of his annoying siblings. Since he's a proxy, Slenderman especially asked him to keep an eye on them and to quote, "give them what they ask for and not letting them break stuff or argue too much" which leads him quite often to having to drive to MacDonalds at 3am, because one of them whined for it. He also pretends he hates it but in reality he really cares about them. Also headcanon, this is some alternative version of Tim/Masky from marble hornets because we'll, obviously this is supposed to be Masky and somehow some people literally dont know where he comes from and just twinkifies him (which is a jumpscare to me because tim is literally amazing, hello?but a lot of people seemed to not know where he came from, well go watch marble hornets if you havent its awesome (i'm looking at yall tma and mouthwashing fans, you WILL love it too)

- my HC for Toby is that the guy has a lot going on but he's also not a kid, i like seeing him in his twenties or so. And he loves ranting about really random stuff just to annoy pretty much anyone and especially Masky because he doesn't complain much, and if he does then Toby will just find it even funnier and follow him around, explaining to him like...I don't know random stuff like describing his whole feed of cat videos or something or internet drama

(also that's not a mischaracterization of them as characters it's just my version of them in the way my little autistic brain in sixth grade pictured them, which means very non canon inaccurate)

Here's the fun reference I used :

[flomelias]

mortal kombat ; them giving head!

requested by no one! afab reader. includes tomas, mileena, & johnny cage. warning for nsfw. fandom masterlist found here. ♻️ . . . author notes: reuploading this from an old account of mine :p had to make this new house a home somehow. enjoy!

tomas vrbada!

— probably has a map of your pussy etched into his brain. he knows every square inch of your body as if it was his own, so it’s only natural. he loves eating you out just as much as you love getting eaten out. tomas is more than willing to stay in between your legs for hours on end, making you cum over and over. if you get off, he gets off. that’s all he cares about. hearing you moan and feeling your legs squeeze against his head is just a bonus.

— he loves to serve you, so he doesn’t mind doing whatever you ask him to do. he’s extremely skilled all on his own though, so tomas doesn’t necessarily need any guidance. he’s a sensual lover for the most part, slowly dragging his tongue across your clit and occasionally pressing kisses to it, as if to worship you. with him, it’s all about building up to something a bit more.. exciting. you’ll notice the change of pace once he slides his tongue inside. he’s never really rough unless you specifically request for that, but he’s not exactly slow like he was before.

— his tongue will dart in and out, teasing you almost. tomas has a not-so-small thing for bondage, but if his hands happen to be free then he’ll hold onto your thighs, gently rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs when he’s not busy gripping for support. the assassin also enjoys when you have your legs on his shoulders or wrapped around his head, urging him closer to your already wet pussy. he tries to keep noises to a minimum but occasionally you’ll hear him licking and sucking anyway.

— tomas finds it extremely cute when you squirm and buck, forcing his tongue deeper into your cunt. trust me when i say he’ll lap up everything like a dog once you cum. he doesn’t let any drop go to waste unless it’s there to decorate his lower face. as you pant, he’ll slowly lift his head up, a small grin on his face. he’s got a hazy but happy look in his eye despite the fact that the lower half of his face is coated in a light layer of your cum. “mm.. you look so pretty,” he’ll murmur, admiring you while you admire him. tomas will never get over how gorgeous you always look after an orgasm.

— he’s surprised though to feel your hand against his head, urging him back down to your pussy. silently, you ask him for another round. when you feel his tongue playing with your clit again, you know the answer’s yes.

mileena!

— though she doesn’t enjoy receiving oral sex much, she’s more than willing to treat you to the time of your life. she’s eaten people more than she’s eaten people out, so she only has a small amount of knowledge on how things work. even if she had all the experience in the world of giving head, though.. well.. mileena has never eaten you out before. you’re different. you’re special.

— she’s curious as to what you like. do you prefer things to be slow and sensual or would you rather her be rough? would you like her to spit on your clit, as if she’s disgusted? would you enjoy her softly blowing on the sensitive bundle of nerves laid out beautifully in front of her? these were the things that go through her mind as mileena spreads your legs, taking in everything about your pussy.

— she’s almost experimental at first, kitten licking your cunt as if to tease you. she likes the way your legs shudder against her. when you whine, she grins. you moan and groan every so often too. she decides that she likes hearing you like this, desperate for her touch. she does more to hear your noises, letting her tongue play with your every flap. she may even gently nip a few times— she’s learning a lot from this. she learns that you like it a lot when she teases, though you tend to whine and beg for her to do more. when she does do more, mileena quickly learns that you’re prone to bucking into her like an animal. she doesn’t particularly like that so she just holds you down the best she can.

— if you can learn to control yourself then she’ll let her hands wander. she’s a boobs type of gal, truth be told. she enjoys touching your breasts when she can reach them. if she can’t, that’s okay. your ass will do just fine for now. she’s a little noisy down there, but she’s sure you don’t mind… your hand grips her hair as you let out a final moan, releasing yourself all over her tongue and mouth. mileena pulls back, forcing you to watch as she tastes your cum almost curiously. she licks her lips, staring you in the eye. it’s.. good. she uses her thumb to wipe her lower lip before licking up any excess from your wet folds.

— she lifts her head again, looking at you and soaking in your pleased expression. “again,” she says, telling you more than asking you. despite her bossy tone, she pauses on the way down, waiting for your confirmation. it’s only once you say yes that she eagerly begins to lick at your pussy again.

johnny cage!

— he eats your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. i’m not joking. there’s a hint of desperation in the way johnny noisily sucks and slurps at your cunt. he’s a little rough but he never does more than you can handle. ask him to calm down and he will. his hands will hold you gently while his tongue goes to work on you, nearly abusing your clit. every piece of your pussy is given ample amounts of attention.

— cage can’t help but love the way you writhe against him and all the noises you make. the way you grip his hair and squeeze your legs against his head as his tongue navigates your insides makes him harder than he already is. he didn’t even know that was possible! he wonders what he’s done to deserve such a heavenly chorus of moans from you, moans that get increasingly louder with every move he makes. ah, johnny adores you. every jerk, every shudder, every whimper, every moan— he adores all of it.

— he’ll convince you to sit on his face at least once. he wants to be nose deep in your sweet, sweet pussy. god knows he deserves it. he’s had such a long day and it would mean so much to him.. please, just this once? he’s strong enough to take it and you both know that. it doesn’t matter your body size, really, he doesn’t care. he’ll hold onto your ass as you sit, grinning all over himself. cage enjoys this position a lot more than most others but if you’re not into it then he’s willing to leave it behind in his daydreams.

— it’s only after he licks up every last drop of your cum that he lifts his head up, a lazy grin on his face accompanied by hungry eyes. his mouth is messy because he doesn’t care enough to clean it. johnny takes a moment to appreciate the hazy look in your eyes, the way you pant like a dog in heat in an attempt to catch your breath. “one more round?” he’ll ask, smirking up at you. it’s amazing how he always manages to fluster you, even from in between your thighs. “i promise i’ll be gentle. i just want to taste you again.”

— with cage it’s more often than not more than one ‘round’. he always likes it when you beg for him to fuck you despite the fact that he’s made you cum several times already with just his mouth alone. he loves the desperation in your voice but even more so he loves that he’s the one to make you feel this way. johnny thinks that if he can’t pleasure you, then he’s not doing his job right. after all, he’s yours just as much as you’re his.

[storiesandthingsofthatnature]

Cradle Snatcher Pt. 2

Pt. 1 Summary: Leon takes the lead this time around and you find out that he can be quite relentless when it comes to fulfilling both of your desires. Word Count: 2.0K

Pairing: RE2! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader (afab) Warnings: Age difference (5 year age gap) breeding kink, biting, praise kink, unprotected sex, p in v, multiple orgasms, over-sensitivity play (is that a thing?) dom/sub dynames, cream pies, pet names, lemme know if I missed anything! Disclaimer: MDNI!!!! 18+ only! A/N: Finally! Part 2 is here! I apologize for the shortness but I hope that I wrapped up everything alright. So this time around Leon is more dominant in his role because classic dom Leon! If you like my writing be sure to think about popping up in my inbox for some requests :3c I do other fandoms such as JJK and MHA and will probably make a more detailed post on it soon! Thank you and enjoy! :D

Your position was switched now; Leon was on top with you being pinned against the cushions of the couch. At the mention of him taking the lead, his eagerness was renewed with vigor. He kissed you slowly this time, his body weight nearly completely engulfing you. “Leon, I’m not gonna run away.” You laugh and Leon huffed,”Just want to feel you against me. I’m not hurting you, though, am I?” He looked a little worried but you shook your head with a smile. “Perhaps a little bit of suffocation. Women’s breasts don’t really leave room for close encounters.” You say and Leon’s eyes found their way to your chest. “Um..” You roll your eyes. “I’m kidding. You’re taking the lead, remember? Don’t be shy, take what you want~” You invite. 

With your full permission, Leon began to roll your shirt up. You help him get you out of it, you being left in nothing but your bra. You reach behind you and unhook it yourself. “Lemme save you the trouble.” You tease and he chuckled,”I could have figured it out.” He declared and you gave a breath of a laugh. “I’m sure, after 5 minutes.” You stick out your tongue playfully. Discarding the bra to the side, you look at Leon and frown. “Why am I the only one naked?” You ask aloud and Leon realized that he was still wearing his shirt. Slipping it off in one motion, the ripple of his abs were more than enough to get you even more wet. You could feel your slick and Leon’s cum slipping from you and you couldn’t help but feel that it was a bit of a waste. 

He placed a hand atop your right breast, Leon softly squeezing. You give a sigh of pleasure, rolling your head to the side as your eyes flutter closed. Suddenly, you felt Leon slip into you once more. You bite your bottom lip at the sensation of being penetrated once more, the delectable electricity zapping throughout your body. Leon sucked in a breath, the feeling of your contracting walls like heaven to him. However, he did not move his hips. You wondered what he was up to, but when he started to play around with your breasts you realized that you were cockwarming him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning upwards to give kisses of your own along his jawline and pulse point. He pinched, rubbed and squeezed your chest for a while, his pawing bringing a slow build to your orgasm. However, it wasn’t enough. “Leon, please move. Need more.” You coax and he groaned. “I would, sweetheart. But I’m taking the lead, remember?” He said and you whined. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you want.” He hushed as he reached down with his dominant hand. He rubbed circles into your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his other hand still cupped against your right breast. 

You let out a breathy moan, your walls clenching around Leon’s cock just right. He let out a hiss of pleasure and he began to rub the head of his dick against your cervix. The pressure was a little uncomfortable but it was something that was both erotic and somehow pleasurable as well. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again already. Want me to give you another load, sweetheart?” He asked with piercing eyes and you let out a whimper. “Please, Leon. Wan’ it.” You were able to say, biting your fingers from the numbing pleasure that was Leon.  “Wanna get knocked up and have a baby with you.” You begin to mumble and finally Leon moves his hips. 

A high pitched groan left you as you felt your walls begin to spasm slightly. You hadn’t realized it but the tenderness and added foreplay had affected you mentally more than you had thought. This pleasure was far different from any other encounter you had and you felt like you were becoming addicted. “Leee~” You whimpered as another orgasm was ripped from you, your back arching almost painfully as your nipples rubbed against Leon’s own chest. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, pleased that you had cum this time before him. Hungry for his own release now, his breathing hitched when he finally found it. He rammed into you harshly, thick strings painting your inner walls with intent. 

You felt your tense, heated body relaxing into the cushions below and you had the impression that you were done. But then you felt yourself being flipped onto your stomach, Leon pulling your ass up so that he had easier access to your entrance. You kept yourself balanced by your elbows, completely taken aback by the sudden change. “Wha-” “You wanna be a mommy right? I gotta make sure that it catches.” Leon said in a husky voice, leaning over you so that he could whisper it hotly into your ear before giving the shell of it a nip. 

You bite your bottom lip in anticipation, the dirty talk becoming far more real than you had anticipated. Was it the sex or the fact that you truly wanted it? What would- 

Leon roughly entered you once more, an eep being ripped out of you from the sudden intrusion. Your walls clench to the point that you can feel it in your abused clit. Leon’s thrusts started at a rough pace, the sound of slapping skin filling the air amongst you two. “My, my, lieutenant, what will your subordinates think? Finding out that you let a rookie knock you up like this. What would the chief say?” Leon wondered aloud, these questions awaking a feeling that shouldn’t have been so delectable as it was. 

“Mmmmm, noooo. I-” Leon chuckled in between haughty groans,”No? Then, what were you really asking not too long ago, hm?” He bit and kissed your shoulders, leaving marks along your flushed skin.  “Sorry, princess, but I think we’re in way too deep now to start feeling any regret.” Your fingers dig into the fabric at his words, a small moan leaving you. His hands found themselves next to yours, his body caging you in as he let you have it. “But that’s okay, right? You’ll let me take care of you, yeah?” He groaned. “God, you’ll look so pretty round with my kid; glowing and looking so radiant fuck-” He was starting to ramble now, too pussy drunk to really think about the consequences. “I would do the right thing, too. Marry you and give you everything you’d ever need. Ever since I saw you for the first time, that's all I’ve wanted to do.” His confession was heartwarming and it made you weak at the knees. You slumped forward onto your forearms, raising your hips even higher for him. With this he was able to reach even deeper and the extra pressure from his cockhead to your cervix was nearly unbearable. 

Finally, though, he came deep within you once more, his rutting hips gently stuttering from the intense orgasm that washed over him. He was feeling too over sensitive but he just needed one more. “Think you can go another round, lieutenant?” At his question you whimper. “Too sensitive. I don’t - ah!” He flipped you over once more and you couldn’t help but wonder where he was getting all of this stamina. He then pressed your legs against your chest, folding you into a mating press. “Just one more, okay? Promise.” He whispered against your lips, hungrily stealing kisses from you. At this angle you were able to steal a glance at where you two were connected and you never felt so dirty. White cream overflowed from your hole and glazed the inside of your thighs. Your slick was all over Leon’s lower abdomen and everytime he pulled out a layer of milky substance is what covered his member. You could only imagine how ruined you look inside. 

You could only lay there and grip at whatever was closest to you to try and ground yourself but you felt so light-headed. “Leon. It caught. Mmmmm, too much.” You had never felt this level of pleasure, your poor fucked out mind unsure of what to do with it. Your flight response was high but with the position you were in and how Leon pinned you down you were going nowhere anytime soon. You needed a break, time to adjust but Leon was being mean and rough with you. “Such a good girl for me, taking me so fucking well.” It didn’t seem that he was listening to you, a single mission on his mind. 

You threw your head back in defeat, eyes closing tightly as you tried to be good and take what you were being given. Your legs shook like hell around his head, your moans past the point of lewd. “Poor thing, not sure what to do with yourself, hm?” He asked with a smirk, his thrusts transitioning to gyrating as he accidentally came across that one spot that had you crying. “NOT THERE! I CAN’T!” Hot tears fell past your cheeks, Leon suddenly focusing on that spot. “I would be nicer if it weren’t for the fact that you sound so god damn gorgeous right now. Come on, princess, won’t you be good for me?” He was incessant with his thrusts and you went cross eyed. 

A sudden, heavy orgasm fell over you and you felt yourself squirt on Leon’s cock. You had never done such a thing in your life and you felt a wave of emotions flow over you from impressed to painfully turned on. “Mmmmm, we’re making such a mess, lieutenant. Not too sure how we’re gonna get rid of the evidence.” He licked along your glistening skin on your neck, ending his trail with a hard bite. You, on the other hand, were barely cognitive. A line of saliva left your mouth as you stared off into nothing. It felt like your soul left your body and you were experiencing some sort of outer body scenario. 

But he just kept GOING and you couldn’t help but sob. You went to say some sort of strung together words but what came out was just noises of pleasure and over sensitivity. “Poor thing.” Leon said in a condescending tone that made you whimper and he gently brushed his fingers against your blushing cheeks. “I’m almost there, just a little while longer.” You had no choice but to nod, Leon leaning forward to press butterfly kisses against your face. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered and his thrusts picked up brutally. 

Soon enough, you felt another handful of gooey cum joining the rest, it overflowing from you even more. But, true to his word he stopped and let you catch your breath. “C-can I stay in you?” He was suddenly back to his more timid side and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, please do.” You approve and he couldn’t help but smile gently. He maneuvered the both of you into a more comfortable position; you being spooned by Leon. He held you impossibly close, mouthing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder to your jawline. “Is it safe to say that this wasn’t a one time thing?” He asked, his voice a little on the hopeful side as you laughed. “Leon, I don’t agree to have a kid with someone unless I want them to permanently be by my side. I’m all in.” You say in an even tone and Leon gives a bright smile. 

“Good. So am I.” He said, and you gave Leon a loving kiss. “Good. Cause like I was trying to tell you, it definitely caught.” You were still reeling from the numbing pleasure that Leon had relentlessly given you, a sure thought that your hips were going to be very sore in the morning. He hugged you gently. “You really think so? I hope so. I’m being serious when I say you’d make an amazing mother.” He said, a warm feeling blooming within your chest from the words. “And you’d make a good father. But, you do have your faults.” You tease and he chuckled. “Yeah? How so?” And for the rest of the night you both laughed amongst yourselves, enjoying the moment of just you two. Until finally you both succumbed to sleep. 

[steddieas-shegoes]

saturate me, i can't get enough

rated e 4,066 words cw: please read full note below the cut in regards to terminology used in this ficlet/warnings A really big thank you/shoutout to @patchworkgargoyle for proofreading this and giving me a few great suggestions to make sure this was absolutely perfect for @steves-strapcollection's birthday! Also available on ao3.

This labor of love (and smut) is for my favorite transmasc Steve truther, Gerry. I am so grateful for your contributions to this fandom, and I am even more grateful that you welcome me into your chaos (Tig threads I'm lookin' at you 👀). While I may still not think my writing could be a gift to anyone, let alone a talented writer like you, I will just be positive that you'll enjoy this for what it is which is soft and tender fuckin'.

A VERY SERIOUS NOTE FOR EVERYONE ELSE: I am very much a cis woman. I spoke with Ger before even starting on this because I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with me even attempting to write transmasc Steve. I am using masculine and feminine terms for lower anatomy that he uses in his own fics and his own life with his express permission to do so. If you think this might be a trigger for you, please don't read. I wrote this specifically for Ger, and realize that it may not be for everyone. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing!

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If Eddie had known what exactly he was getting into when he asked Steve on a date, he probably would have done it a lot sooner.

He tugged on the silk ropes around his wrist, just tight enough to keep him in place on the bed, but still loose enough that he knew he could pull out of them if he had to.

Steve refused to tie them any tighter.

“Need you to feel safe with me, Eds,” he’d said with a soft kiss to his lips.

As if he could feel anything other than safe with him. As if he hadn’t spent the last five or so months falling in love with him, learning what makes Steve Steve, figuring out how he could fit in Steve’s life.

Somehow, Eddie ended up naked first, tied up in his own bed, breaths heavy with anticipation of what was to come.

And he had very little idea of what was to come.

He’d already been surprised at how quickly Steve took charge of their date, their first kiss, the torturous ride back to Eddie’s apartment where Steve’s hand just brushed against his cock every minute or so.

Now, he was at Steve’s mercy entirely.

Just the thought of Steve leaving him like this while he touched, and kissed, and bit every part of his body was enough to have him leaking.

“Can’t believe how good you look like this,” Steve groaned from his spot between Eddie’s legs.

Oh, his shirt was off.

Finally.

Eddie whined as he saw Steve’s one and only tattoo, a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, on his left side just under the scar from his top surgery.

He wanted to trace the outline with his tongue, maybe mark it up so that it wasn’t just black ink, cover him in purples and blues that would take days to heal.

But he wouldn’t be able to do that now, not with his hands tied above his head and his legs spread wide enough that he couldn’t get leverage to pull himself up or Steve down.

Next time.

“Steve, please,” Eddie begged, though he wasn’t sure what he was begging for at this point other than touch.

“Sorry, baby. You’re just so distracting.”

Eddie knew he was blushing, could feel the heat on his face and neck, on his chest.

His hands were sweaty where he had them clenched into fists, somehow already overwhelmed before even being properly touched.

Steve’s fingers glided across his chest, pausing to pay attention to his only nipple, laughing to himself when Eddie jumped.

“Sensitive? Maybe this one got all the nerves from the other one being gone,” Steve smirked as he leaned down to flick his tongue over the soft, pink flesh of his one remaining nipple.

It was like an electric shock, a fire burning through his veins and Steve’s tongue was the match that lit it.

He arched his back, chasing the feeling as far as he physically could, pouting when Steve pulled away.

“Hey,” Steve touched his cheek, smiling when Eddie relaxed into the touch. “I know we’re moving fast, but I kinda wanna take my time with you. Is that okay?”

Eddie nodded, thankful that Steve said it first.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea of going as far as they could as fast as they could, not at all. Eddie would be happy with anything.

But taking their time?

He would take all night.

“Wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea,” Steve whispered, breath hot against his lips as he leaned back in.

“Me too,” Eddie’s voice trembled.

Steve’s palm settled against his chest, no doubt feeling how hard and fast Eddie’s heart was beating, but not saying anything about it.

Eddie could feel his pulse in his fingertips, in his toes, in his hair.

“You like being tied up?”

Eddie nodded, biting his bottom lip between his teeth and letting his mind drift to thoughts of being like this hours.

“You want me to do what I want? Not let you pick?”

Eddie didn’t even care about his teasing tone, his knowing smirk.

He wasn’t asking for an answer, he was asking for control, and he already had both.

“I think you want me to take over, ride your face maybe? And then your cock?”

Steve was spot on.

Eddie couldn’t count the amount of times he’d pictured that exact scenario in his head. Just last night, while he was cooking dinner, he thought about the way Steve would taste, how he would look while Eddie took him apart with his tongue, his fingers.

He hadn’t even gotten to picture his cock inside him when the fire alarm started beeping to let him know he was burning his supper.

“Yeah, that’s what you want. Don’t even have to say it, I can see it all over your face,” Steve teased.

He could only imagine.

Steve got off the bed, shushing Eddie’s whines with a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Just getting everything else off, Eds.”

It was said to calm him down, but it just caused him to cant his hips upwards, seeking any type of friction on his leaking cock.

Steve’s eyes never left him as he stripped his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, his feet stepping out of the pant legs as quickly as he could without tripping.

He joined him on the bed again, settling between his legs and staring down at him, eyes holding so much affection that Eddie wasn’t sure what to do with it, where to put it all.

When they made eye contact, Steve smiled softly down at him.

“You okay with this?” He asked, wanting to be sure before they got too carried away.

“More than okay,” Eddie nodded. “Wanna taste you so bad, Stevie.”

“I can make that happen.”

Steve untied one of his hands from the bedframe, but didn’t let it touch any part of him yet.

“This is only so you can tap out if you need to. You’re not allowed to touch anywhere except my leg. Three taps if you need to stop, okay?” Eddie nodded. “Show me.”

Eddie waited for Steve to climb up a bit, straddle his chest, the warmth between his legs enough to make him forget for a moment what he was supposed to be doing.

“Eddie. Show me,” Steve’s voice was stern enough to grab his attention again, and Eddie focused on making his shaking hand tap his thigh three times. “Good boy. You can keep your hand there if it’ll help you remember, but no moving unless it’s to tap.”

Eddie’s head felt cloudy already, something he so rarely experienced with anyone, something he hoped he’d get to keep experiencing with Steve from now on.

Steve shifted back down for long enough to leave a kiss on Eddie’s lips, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he let out a laugh.

“I can feel your heartbeat between my thighs. A bit excited, aren’t you?” Steve teased him again, but Eddie wasn’t complaining. If anything, it just made his heartbeat louder with anticipation at what he was about to get.

“Need you,” Eddie managed to say.

Steve didn’t wait any longer, scooting his body up so his pussy was level with Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie groaned, lifted his head an inch so he could be even closer.

He needed it, needed him. He couldn’t wait any longer to get a taste.

Eddie’s tongue lapped at Steve’s hole, the only part he could reach at the moment, but it was enough.

Steve let out a long moan, gravelly voice letting out a long “yes” as he rocked his hips forward to get Eddie’s tongue inside.

Eddie closed his eyes and let himself be surrounded by Steve.

His slightly musky smell, the sweat that was rolling down his thighs, the surprisingly sweet slick dripping from his pussy, all of it was better than Eddie could have possibly imagined.

The noises got louder as Steve adjusted himself directly over Eddie’s face.

He pulled away just enough for Eddie to catch his breath, but Eddie didn’t want to catch his breath.

“Need your cock, please,” Eddie begged, not caring if he was breaking an unspoken rule, not caring if he suffocated for it.

But he didn’t get in trouble. In fact, he got exactly what he wanted when Steve settled back down, his dick rubbing against Eddie lips in silent instruction.

Eddie opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, and moaned.

“God you’re so good,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand on his thigh, squeezing as he rocked back and forth, taking things slower than Eddie expected him to.

Eddie whimpered, letting out what little breath he had as Steve rested more of his weight on his tongue.

“You made me so wet just laying there, all tied up for me, hng,” Steve groaned.

The hand squeezing Eddie’s moved to the headboard, giving Steve just a bit more leverage to bear down and chase his own release on Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie could feel his fingernails digging into Steve’s thighs, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop unless Steve made him.

He could feel slick and drool dripping down his chin, his cheeks, his neck, probably making a mess of his hair and the pillow under him, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Steve was making low groaning noises now, his pace getting faster every few thrusts back and forth.

Eddie opened his eyes, wanting to try to see what Steve looked like from this angle.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Steve’s head was thrown back, his arm muscles straining as he held onto the bed, leg muscles and stomach tensing as his pleasure started to crest.

The flush that Eddie had barely gotten to enjoy before was now covering his hairy chest and his neck, a few drops of sweat dripping to his stomach.

Eddie hoped he could lick them up after Steve came.

Steve let out a loud whine and one of his hands fell to Eddie’s hair, his fingers tugging at his roots in a way that reminded him he had no control over any of this.

Eddie decided to take matters into his own hands the best that he could, curling his tongue into a sharper point so that on the next thrust, Steve’s dick was given more pointed pressure.

“Fuck!” Steve yelled out. He looked down at Eddie, hair flopping into his face. “You wanna suck it, baby? You can if you want.”

He sounded so close, breathlessly framing his own wants as something Eddie wanted. And Eddie did want those things.

He was starting to realize he wanted everything with Steve.

It should have been a scary thought, especially when this was just the ending of their first date, but instead of worrying about it, Eddie used all the energy and muscle he could to lift his head up and start to suck on his dick.

“That’s it,” Steve panted, holding Eddie’s head against him, not giving him a chance to move away again. “You’re so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard, fuck.”

Eddie started to nod, and the extra movement seemed to set Steve off.

He felt Steve’s thighs clench, then loosen, then clench again, his hand tightening in Eddie’s hair, and a long moan left his body.

Eddie moaned too, and the vibration sent Steve over the edge.

Steve slowed his pace, but didn’t get up, letting Eddie slowly lick along his folds, gathering up the slick dripping out of him.

When Eddie’s tongue brushed over his cock again, he flinched, but let out a huff of a laugh.

“Sorry, baby, you got me so oversensitive already. You’re too good at that,” Steve said, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good at what? Being used?” Eddie managed to ask, voice hoarse.

Steve looked down at him as he moved down to settle against his stomach instead.

“Good at being good for me,” he finally said, seriousness ruined by the hint of fondness in his tone and smile.

“Always wanna be good for you, Stevie,” Eddie admitted.

Steve looked at him for a moment, searched his face for any sign of him lying or being too sex-drunk to be realistic.

But whatever was on Eddie’s face must have shown him that he was serious.

“Yeah, baby. I think you could be,” Steve leaned down to kiss him, licking into his mouth like he wanted to taste himself on Eddie’s lips and tongue, like he wanted to know what they tasted like together.

Eddie felt his cock pulse, felt the tug in his stomach that let him know he was probably much closer than he should be just from eating Steve out for five minutes.

He didn’t have time to be embarrassed though; Steve was moving down his body further, reaching a hand back to touch his cock.

“Wait!” Eddie leaned his head away.

Steve pulled his hand away and looked at him, frowning as he took in the panicked look on Eddie’s face.

“I just, um, I’m close. Like, pretty sure if you touch me, I will cum all over your hand and probably never be able to look you in the eyes again.”

Steve snorted out a laugh.

“What’s wrong with that?” Steve asked, slowly tracing his fingers across Eddie’s waistline, not even looking as he got closer to his cock.

“I…I don’t know?” Eddie admitted.

And truly, he had no idea why he shouldn’t cum. That was the goal of this, and Steve was making it pretty clear he didn’t mind if he did, might even prefer if he did.

The only thing stopping him was that he didn’t want any of this to end.

“Eds, you’ve been so good for me, I kinda want you to feel good, too. Unless you really don’t want to-”

“No! I do!” Eddie ignored the way Steve was trying to cover his laughter. “I just thought you wanted to ride me.”

“Ohhhh. I see. You’re being selfish.”

Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, teeth audibly clacking together.

No one had ever called him selfish in bed, not even jokingly.

But Steve’s tone wasn’t joking. His face wasn’t joking.

“I guess you think I don’t wanna see you squirming because I’m wringing the third orgasm from you in less than an hour? Is that it?”

“Uh…”

Steve clicked his tongue.

“I planned on you begging to stop soon enough. Unless you want to stop now? Seems like it might be hard to go to sleep like that, though.”

Steve’s brow raised as he glanced behind him for a moment at Eddie’s red and dripping cock, then looked back at Eddie.

“No, please don’t stop. I…can I be inside you?” Eddie was desperate, and didn’t care if he sounded like it.

“You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up good, make sure I feel who I belong to?” Steve asked as he slowly moved back further, his hand firmly grasping the base of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie whined, bucking his hips up, but not making the contact he needed.

“You can if you promise to clean me up after,” Steve’s hand slid up Eddie’s dick slowly, the pressure not nearly enough to satisfy him, but enough to make him whine.

“I promise. Please,” Eddie nodded, his one free hand making a fist in the sheets while his still tied up hand tugged on the binds.

Steve didn’t respond with words, just sat back and guided Eddie’s cock along the inner lips of his cunt, moaning at the sensation.

“So warm,” Eddie groaned.

“Gonna get me all wet again, baby,” Steve rocked his hips slowly, teasing the tip along his folds and against his entrance. “You’re leaking worse than I am.”

Which may be true at this point. Eddie had spent enough time licking up as much of his mess as possible.

Steve sat down on his cock with no warning.

He hissed, clenching his fists and curling his toes to fight off the impending orgasm.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the way Steve’s pussy sucked him in, clenching around him in a way that left him shivering and panting.

“Good?” Steve asked, smug grin the only thing keeping Eddie from losing it completely.

“Yes, yeah, so good, fuck,” Eddie threw his head back, arching his back as Steve slowly lifted himself up and dropped back down.

Fuck, Eddie wasn’t gonna be able to hold off. He’d just have to live with the embarrassment.

Steve reached up to untie his hand, grabbing his wrist and massaging it in his own hands as he moved his hips in circles.

“Wait, you didn’t-”

“Yeah, I did.”

“When?” Eddie knew his brain hadn’t been working for a while now, but he was certain his eyes had been. Steve hadn’t stretched himself on his fingers this entire time, and going from just Eddie’s tongue barely breaching his entrance to suddenly sitting on his cock, no matter how wet he was, had to be at least a little painful.

“Bathroom when we got home,” Steve shrugged.

Steve had been fingering himself in the bathroom not even an hour ago. Without Eddie. Without even making a noise.

God, Eddie was so fucked. Literally.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, smug grin back in place as he guided Eddie’s hands to his own hips. “Think you can do this part or do I have to do everything?”

Eddie gripped his hips, hoping his fingers would leave bruises, and let himself have this. It may only last for another minute, but he was going to make it worth every second.

He lifted Steve up, then dropped him down, smirking at the loud yelp Steve let out.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard later, this is just a preview,” Eddie growled out.

“Promise?” Steve gasped as Eddie shoved his hips up as he pulled Steve down.

“Swear. Every night you want me to from now on, Stevie,” Eddie slowed his thrusting, felt the tension building in his abdomen.

Steve groaned as he placed his hands on Eddie’s chest and started lifting his hips up on his own, clenching as he moved up Eddie’s cock.

He quickened his pace, little whimpers leaving him every time his ass met Eddie’s thighs.

“You feel so good, Stevie, gonna cum,” Eddie whined as his thighs clenched.

“Yes, yes, please. You’ve been so good, Eds,” Steve nodded, not pausing for a second.

Eddie’s eyes closed without his permission, Steve’s words hitting him right in the chest, making his breath leave him in one long, drawn-out moan.

Steve didn’t slow down, lacing his fingers with Eddie’s and pushing them backwards onto the sheets as he rode Eddie through his orgasm.

“Kiss me, please,” Eddie begged, opening his eyes to look up at Steve’s flushed face. Sweat was beading along his hairline, bangs flopping into his eyes.

Steve’s lips hovered over Eddie’s, not quite making contact, but close enough for their breaths to mingle together, for the small whimpers Eddie was unintentionally letting out to be swallowed by Steve’s hungry tongue as it grazed against his own.

Eddie was coherent enough to pull one of his hands loose, reaching up to cup Steve’s jaw as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

“Can I?” Eddie asked, moving his hand down his neck, tracing a finger along his collarbone. He looked up at Steve’s wide eyes, felt his pace slow to a stop.

“Can you…?” Steve asked, breathless as he tried to figure out what Eddie was trying to ask him.

“Can I touch your cock? Want you to come on mine.”

Eddie felt Steve clench around him, his cock almost over sensitive enough for it to be painful.

“Yeah, I’m close,” Steve admitted, pulling his other hand away to sit back so Eddie had easier access to his dick.

He was dripping, and Eddie’s cum was leaking from his hole now that he’d stopped moving and Eddie was starting to get soft.

Eddie’s fingers gathered up as much as they could, gliding down to where his cock was still inside him and away a few times, just to tease.

“Eddie…”

“Sorry, sorry. Just like touching you,” Eddie smiled up at him, at the way Steve’s back was arched, at the way his thighs were trembling with the effort of holding himself up.

Steve grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to his dick, impatience finally taking over.

“I like you touching me too, but if I don’t get to come again soon, you won’t touch me again for the rest of the night,” Steve snarked.

Eddie loved him.

He didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers so his knuckles rested against the sides of his dick, still teasing, but at least where Steve wanted it now. He didn’t move for a moment, wanted Steve to be desperate enough to rock forward.

“Eddie, please,” Steve whined.

“Look who’s begging now,” Eddie teased. “You’re so hard, sweetheart. Should’ve told me you were this close earlier. Would’ve taken care of you.”

Steve whimpered, shaking his head as Eddie’s knuckles started dragging up and down his dick.

Watching Steve fall apart above him like this, making him fall apart, especially when he’d been the one in control all night, was making Eddie feel unstoppable.

This was all he ever wanted: making Steve feel good in any way Steve wanted or needed.

Eddie started jerking his fingers faster, watching as Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuuuuuck,” Steve groaned, shifting his hips up for more pressure, for anything else he could possibly get.

“That’s it, Stevie. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna be good for you.”

And just like Steve’s words had done for Eddie before, Eddie’s must have been the final straw for Steve.

Steve’s thighs shook as he came, his fingers digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he fell forward, trapping his hand against his pulsing dick.

“Hmm,” Steve moaned out as his grasp loosened, leaving half-moons in Eddie’s skin.

Eddie knew he would be hard again soon. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if he got hard while still inside Steve.

But Steve’s eyes opened, and Eddie somehow fell further.

“I don’t wanna stop,” Steve whispered, leaning in to kiss along his jawline, letting his teeth gently brush against his chin before pecking his lips.

“I’ve got perfectly good fingers. Or…” Eddie leaned up to kiss him, smirking when he felt Steve grind against him. “You could also fuck me.”

Steve’s responding groan was muffled by Eddie’s chest, a laugh immediately following.

“As much as I would love to, and will as soon as I have energy, I was thinking maybe we could just…stay like this?” Steve looked up towards the end, a pink blush coating his cheeks unlike anything Eddie had ever seen on him before.

Steve didn’t get embarrassed or nervous, he didn’t get flustered, at least not where others could see him.

He was Mr. Charming, the smoothest guy around, the one who always knew how to respond in a flirty situation.

But right now, all Eddie saw was vulnerability, his eyes mirroring back the love Eddie felt but hadn’t put into words.

“Like this or on our sides?” Eddie whispered, not wanting the moment to be broken.

“Like this for now.”

Eddie gave a single nod, not mentioning that they should probably clean up a little, or the fact that Robin would be home soon and the bedroom door was wide open.

Steve kissed his chest before he settled with his head in the crook of his neck, breath hot against Eddie’s pulse point.

Eddie’s cock was hard again inside Steve, but both of them ignored it, savoring the feeling of finally having each other.

Steve was asleep quickly, and Eddie let his mind wander as he traced his fingers up and down Steve’s back.

This first date felt a lot like the beginning of a long future.

–

When Eddie woke up the next morning, his cock was in Steve’s mouth, and Steve already had two fingers in his hole, lube slowly dripping between his cheeks.

“What a way to wake up,” Eddie moaned.

Steve pulled off of him, already smirking, lips red and glistening with spit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Stevie. Keep going,” Eddie’s voice was rough from sleep.

“You got it, baby.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

elias gallagher smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; the groom of gallagher mansion

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; elias gallagher

outline ; “smut hcs for elias”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant leaning switch!elias gallagher, impact play, loss of virginity, bondage, edging, overstimulation, pet name kink, role play, praise kink, oral sex (reader receiving), clothed sex, clothed grinding, voyeurism

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

as one might expect from a young man of his era, elias was a virgin when you two first met and it took him a long while to feel comfortable and confident enough in himself and with you to bring you to bed — of course he’s lacking in practical experience and will need some pointers and guidance from you the first few times you’re intimate, but he’s also not some naïve young boy who knows nothing about sex and kinks (his hefty erotica collection speaks for itself) and he’d rather not be treated like he is

during your first time together as a couple, elias took on a more submissive-leaning role and looked to you for guidance and permission throughout — not to say that he was completely lost and floundering, mind, more so that he acknowledged his lack of experience and used your first time as a chance to get familiar with his new body and to learn what you enjoy in bed so that he can commit everything to memory and become a much better lover going forward

(he was also extremely sexually sensitive and vocal during your first time, barely able to look you in the eye for more than a moment or two as he whimpered and whined through his words and trembled and squirmed under your attentions — but still doing his best to keep his focus on you and your pleasure no matter how tempting it was to just lay back and let you fully take the lead)

he definitely has a thing for bondage, whether that means tying you up or somehow being restrained by you, and his preferred category is absolutely decorative bondage — a material that’s strong enough to keep you in place without being too rough on the skin, a series of intricate knots that are a roughly equal mix of functional and flattering, and an end result that leaves the restrained person in the perfect position for whatever acts you agreed upon prior to being tied up

(needless to say there’s a lot of trial and error and experimentation to be done here, particularly on elias’ end as it’s not as easy to restrain a ghost as it is to restrain a living person so your options are much more limited)

when he’s in a more dominant role, elias falls under the category of ‘pleasure dom’ and much prefers to indulge you to the point of overstimulation as opposed to denying you until you’re in tears — of course he does still enjoy edging and teasing you, and will get a bit mean with you if you ask him to do so, but that doesn’t come as naturally to him as simply pleasuring and praising and worshipping you until you’re too far gone to do anything but moan and sob and weakly cling to him as he makes love to you

that being said, when he’s taking on a more submissive role elias is very open about the fact that he enjoys you putting him in his place and being a bit rough with him — sure he’s always your good boy and he always tries his best to do what you ask of him, but he’s also up for being slapped around every now and then (he may be dead, but he’s not made of glass so don’t be too afraid to experiment; you have a safe word for a reason!)

e.g. call him your ‘good boy’ and praise him for doing ‘such a good job’ for you when he’s actually done well and has followed all of your instructions and not pushed himself too far for your sake, but don’t be too afraid to scold him for cumming without permission or to tie him up and edge him until he’s crying and begging for release because he enjoys that just as much (if he didn’t he’d call the safe word immediately)

he definitely enjoys some light role play here and there, even going so far as to incorporate specific pet names into each scene if that’s something you also enjoy — bonus points if you propose recreating something from one of his favourite novels, but he also has a soft spot for anything involving a set dom/sub dynamic (especially if it involves the use of titles like ‘my lord/lady’ or ‘sir/ma’am’)

he has a massive and mutual praise kink, and he’s extremely liberal and genuine about the praise he gives you (which is usually clear enough from the look on his face as he says it) — and any amount of earnest praise you offer him in return is sure to have a broad grin spreading across his face as well as a deep blush creeping up from his neck to the tips of his ears (and specifically calling him your ‘good boy’ is going to have him squirming and whimpering when he’s submitting to you)

he loves going down on you, particularly if you happen to sit on his face as he does so, and it’s endearing just how quickly elias gets cum drunk with you — he’s closing his eyes and grasping at your thighs to keep you in place, he’s moaning and groaning and whining and whimpering against/around you as he pushes you towards your climax, he’s eagerly swallowing every drop of your release that you give him, and before long he’s so caught up in the taste of you that he’s not going to stop until you physically push him off of you (after all, it’s not like he needs to breathe anymore)

clothed sex and clothed grinding, as odd as either of those may sound when listed alongside the likes of impact play and bondage, are two things that elias absolutely loves doing with you — bonus points if this is combined with slow morning sex where you’re both still half asleep and clinging to each other in bed, but again he’s happy to make out with you and pleasure you whenever and wherever the mood may strike

(just as long as it’s not in front of others… he may not be the stereotypical prudish aristocrat, but he’s nowhere near as adventurous as your average exhibitionist)

elias has a voyeuristic streak which makes it extremely easy to coax him into pleasuring you (if taken advantage of on its own) or to punish him for one reason or another (if combined with bondage and a ‘no touching’ rule, which he’ll do his best to abide by no matter how frustrated he may become)

if you’re just looking to seduce him then your best bet is to set him up to walk in on you touching yourself to him and invite him to help you finish or to help you clean up, depending on whether he walks (floats?) in on you in the midst of masturbating or right at the point of climax

if you’re wanting to tease him then you can go one of two routes depending on just how mean you want to be:

(1) if you only want to test his patience then you can tie him up and instruct him to watch you as you touch yourself, only giving him the go-ahead to make love to you or tend to himself after you’ve finished.

(2) if you want to be a bit mean and really make your poor husband suffer then you can tie him up and make a show of tempting him: slowly stripping your clothes, straddling his lap, forbidding him from touching you as you grind against his tail and kiss along his jaw and neck (always lingering just above the cut), and making all sorts of lovely sounds in his ear as you get closer and closer to climax — if you play the cards right then, by the time you’re finished (in more ways than one), you’ll be rewarded with a whiny, teary-eyed elias who can do nothing but weakly buck up into your hips and beg for you to let him touch you

either way by the time your dear ghostly partner is done with you, you’ll be struggling to walk the next day

[mukuharakazui]

Whining on the internet about fandom idiots as I always do, but one thing that will always get me to immediately block a Team Fortress 2 artist is Medic angel imagery. "But it's in the game, so akshually you're just too sensitive and overthinking it☝️🤓" Okay, listen to Medic's intelligence capturing lines. Just because something is in the game doesn't mean it isn't worthy of criticism.

It bothers me more than edgy TF2 players who run around with swatstikas plastered on their objectors because those losers are trying to upset people. Fandomrotted morons who draw pictures where they give Medic more Mengele nods than the lot he already has are genuinely just that ignorant. It astounds me that people are that openly stupid and get positive attention for it.

It angers me because it terrifies me from a perspective of forgetting or just not being aware of a very prominent, very recent history of targeted human atrocities. There is no reason for these pieces to come from adults who live in countries of wealth that stress education aside from blissful ignorance. I don't believe these artists are actively malicious. In fact, the idea that they don't understand what they're referencing is far worse to me than if they did.

However, because I know I would get people crying and negatively obsessing over me if I took the time to say every time, "Hey, this is quite insensitive imagery, here's a history crash course on why." These sorts of people don't like to be corrected and regard that act as a personal attack. So I just block them and whomever's been reposting the art and move on.

It's a phenomenon that truly makes me hope that the dead are dead and not somehow watching over us because Dieter Laser would be rolling in his grave over all of this.

[blxzblue]

Cold Steel (this is probably obvious)

𝒲𝑜𝓌, 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒.

Character I first fell in love with: Rean. He’s so pure that I want to protect him. I’m probably overreacting, but I’m not gonna lie.

Character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Rean and Crow. It should only be one, but I’m going to make an exception since I really can’t choose between them. These two are probably the reason why I am in hell. And for Crow, he just basically broke my heart when he died during Sen II. NGL, I cried for more than a week and I didn’t expected that.

Character everyone loves but I don’t: I’m gonna be rude honest, I call her Bitchlisa. As much as I don’t want to go overboard insulting her. But all the negatives and I hate to a person just showered into her. It’s like when Aidios showered people with attitude, she caught all the bad stuffs I could see. I could go into details as to why I hate her to the roots of her existence, but we can just talk this in the messages. I also dislike Elise. I mean, I, again, dislike incest.

Character I love but everyone else hates: Do people hate someone I love in this game? I have no idea who people hates in this list: Rean, Crow, Machias, Jusis, Elliot, Gaius, Emma, Sara, Fie, Laura, Millium? Probably Kurt? Juna? Ash? Altina? The list would just go long...

Character I used to love but don’t any longer: Cedric. Because honestly, he turned into an asshole after Sen II.

Character I would kiss: I’m not going to stay in one person, but that could go from Rean to all of the Class VII boys. For girls, let’s say Emma. I don’t want to be slapped by a big-ass sword handled by Laura, but a friendly kiss for her. Millium would just go immediately without asking so I am find with it.

Character I want to slap: Bitchlisa, Osborne, Black Alberich, Rufus, and Cedric. You know why.

A pairing I love: If we’re going Hetero route here, I’m going for Rean x Laura. It can be Rean x Emma, too. Homo route is going to be Crow x Rean or a little bit of Jusis x Rean. I’ll admit that I am a fan of Yaoi. Crow x Rean is my canon ship.

A pairing I hate: bitch being paired to Rean and incest wanting sister being paired to Rean.

[cockslutpadalecki]

You purposely distracted Rick on his last mission and he needs to remind you of your place.

Too bad Steve Rogers stops by.

And Rick? He isn't stopping. 😉

Two Against One

Characters: Rick Flag x F!Reader x Steve Rogers.

Words: 451.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rough sex, bratty!reader, light spanking, voyeurism, implied oral sex (make receiving), 18+.

A/N: Long overdue. Thank you for this naughty little thot Navy, it’s legit kept me awake at night. I would sell my soul to be the filling in this “nice guy” sandwich. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine.

You don’t know how the rickety old desk is managing to withstand the weight bearing down on it. Each of Rick’s thrusts causes it to creak and groan, but the sounds are quickly drowned out by your own moans and whimpers.

He’s rough in every sense of the word.

Tugging. Pushing. Slapping.

You never knew the Colonel had this ferocity inside him, but when you questioned him— questioned his authority— during a mission, and in front of the Avengers no less, he’d had enough. And the minute you stepped back onto US soil, Rick had pulled you into this office to give you the reprimanding of a lifetime.

You showed me up in front of everyone.

Never pegged you for the sensitive type, Flag.

You could’ve cost us the mission.

But I didn’t, so how ‘bout you get off my ass, k?

It almost hurts. The sheer force behind the snap of his hips. And even when you try to move up the desk, he pulls you back onto his cock with a deep, chest-rumbling grunt. The sound of sloppy wet fills your ears and you’re almost ashamed of how much you’re dripping around him, but you can’t find it in you to care.

“Still want me to get off your ass?” He gives your rippling flesh a hard slap. You whine under your breath ready to sass him a little more when a sudden, sharp knock at the door has you swallowing down your retort.

You freeze at the noise, head spinning towards it as the door opens a fraction and Captain fucking America peeks his head through the crack. You half expect Rick to stop, but somehow he’s drilling harder— faster. Like he’s enjoying the fact he’s being watched taking you apart with his cock.

“Hey Rogers,” Rick greets thickly. “What can I do for ya?”

You eye Steve intently, waiting for him to intervene, but he simply pushes the door open wider and leans against the door frame with a playful smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

Huh. Not such a Golden Boy after all.

“What did this one do?” he asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“Rick can’t handle a little constructive criticism,” you jibe before Rick can answer. He snarls behind you, forcing your head back as he yanks hard on your ponytail.

The subsequent action drives him deeper, the head of his cock brushing your cervix. Your eyes roll back as the noise that tumbles from your lips resembles nothing human.

“And you can’t keep your damn mouth shut.”

“You always pick the bratty ones, Flag,” Steve tuts, stepping forward and unfastening his belt. “How ‘bout I shut her up for you?”

***

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[kaffeine-headache]

Freckles

my rat brain took that myth about freckles and haunted me until i wrote something. i’ve never in my long fandom life written a reader insert so that’s how powerful that thought was. 

Silco/gn!Reader

NSFW, Mature (sexual themes, depictions of nudity), Soft!Silco 

“You know, I’ve heard that prominent freckles on one’s skin symbolize where past lives’ lovers have kissed you.”

You laugh, more breathless puffs of air than anything, and run your fingers through the fine hairs at the base of his skull all the while he peppers your body with sensual kisses.

“I wasn’t aware you subscribed to those types of things,” you murmur, arching into the feeling of his lips on your sternum hoping to get him closer to something; your chest or that sensitive spot on your neck or god, even your lips. Your soft, pitiful whine gets you a soothing hand on your ribcage and ‘patience, dove’ murmured against the tender skin at the base of your throat.

“I wouldn’t normally, no.” And finally Silco takes pity on you, enveloping your nipple in his mouth. Soft, wet suction and his wicked tongue has you whining again at the ceiling. Tingling pleasure burns through your veins straight to your toes and you can’t help how they curl as he moves to the other nipple. One hand comes up to pinch and roll the bud he left while his other hand finds yours, interlacing your fingers and pinning it to the bed besides your head.

Silco lets up, a string of saliva connecting his glistening lips to your chest. He gives it one last peck before leaning back, taking his hands back and resting them just below the juncture of your thighs and hips. He gazes upon his handiwork, the red splotches on your chest and around your throat, your glistening skin rising and falling with your quickened breaths, the beautiful flush on your cheeks. His right fingers so softly travel down your thigh before tenderly sliding under your knee and bringing it up onto his shoulder. He turns his face into your skin and places a long, wet kiss there, holding you captive under the burning gaze of his ruined eye.

“But,” he whispers so softly, like his words for your ears alone, “I am very intrigued by the idea that my kisses could permeate through lifetimes and resurface on another version of you. Proof that you were very well loved, adored, worshipped.”

Your breath escapes you in a sharp exhale, taken aback by the intense devotion this man has for you. You can’t help the way your throat bobs around the sudden tightness there, the way your eyes sting. His visage becomes blurry around the edges, but you can see clear as Piltover’s sky his face, soft in a way you’ve yet to see in your years together with him.

Life has not been kind to him, but he somehow in all of it finds it in himself to be the most wonderful partner to you. You can only hope that you’ve done the same in return.

You smile at him, albeit a little wobbly, and reach your hand towards him. Silco as always meets you halfway, so gently grasping your fingers and pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles then a longer one to the ring that sits upon your finger.

You tighten your grip on his hand as you whisper, afraid your voice will crack if you speak any louder, “I love you endlessly, Silco.”

It’s a beat before he’s over you again, kissing you like it’s the last time he ever would. He pulls away to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“When our time here is over and we meet again, many lifetimes from now, you’ll be covered in them. And I’ll spend every lifetime after this one filling in the spots I missed.”

[2af-afterdark]

Alternate Plans

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), lazy morning sex, thigh fucking, mildly possessive, cum as lube

Summary: Belphie is only a little upset that you plan to spend the day with Mammon and Asmo rather than him.

A/N: I made you wait so long. I am so sorry. I was waiting for inspiration.

Word Count: 1088

The alarm on your D.D.D. goes off incessantly at the exact time it was set for. The endless night of the Devildom lies to your tired mind about what time it could possibly be.

You look over your shoulder, back to the man who is snuggled against you in your bed from last night, “Belphie, I have to get up. I have a study session with Mammon and Asmo today.”

He grumbled something before pulling you closer in protest, “They can wait.“

"They really can’t.” The last time they were left alone together, they somehow ended up turning the study session into a rave. You still weren’t exactly sure how that had happened or where the body paint and glitter came from, but it ended up everywhere.

“Tell them you’re busy.”

“It’s literally the only thing I have planned for today.” Because you knew that, somehow, they would drag you into some kind of mess and you didn’t want to have to balance that out with any other obligations.

Behind his tired, deadpan face you could just barely see him pouting. He was losing his favorite pillow and he knew that once you were gone you weren’t going to come back for a long time. Why did you even have to help Mammon and Asmo study anyway? You should just stay in bed with him all day.

Belphie nuzzled against the back of your neck, resting his hands against your waist as he silently told you to stay by his side. He knew you wouldn’t be swayed with a few sad looks though, so he went with plan B: making sure that, even if you left, everyone would remember that you were still his.

“You have time before you have to go, right?” He presses his hips against your backside, where you can feel the bulge growing between his legs, “Will you help me before you do?”

You bite your lip and hum before checking the time, “I have 20 minutes, give or take.”

“Good.” He reached into his pajama bottoms and pulled out his cock, giving himself a few good pumps to harden it enough to be usable and pulling down your own pants to your knees. He settles his dick between your thighs and starts lazily humping against them. The way he rubs against you feels rough since it is so dry, but he only continues to get harder with each thrust, his hips snapping forward with more assurance as his blood begins to flow.

“You can go after I’m done,” he finally says. If you were going to hang out with his brothers, he was going to make sure they could smell him all over you. Let them be furious at how shamelessly you walked around carrying his scent on your skin.

“I’m going to be late,” you whine, desperately trying not to give up all of your control even though he clearly is the one in charge.

“You can call and let them know then.” Not that he would stop if you did. Maybe he would even get bolder if you tried to talk to them while you were servicing him.

“You suck.”

“Mhm,” he hums as he reaches around to rub his hand over your sex, fingers sending waves of pleasure through you as they moved slowly over your most sensitive places. He laughed when your breath hitched and your knees pressed together and trembled in acceptance of his touch, “You seem to enjoy it, even though you’re complaining.”

“Because you’re not fair.” He knew exactly what to say and do to bother your barely conscious mind. Although, if he kept going like this you were definitely going to wake up with a vengeance.

All he could do was lazily hum in response as his grip tightened around your waist, his head buried into the crook of your neck as the scent of your very existence filled his senses. You and your overly caring nature for his brothers made it so hard to let you go. If he didn’t dig his nails in deeper to you, they might start getting ideas. It was already hard enough for him not to have you by his side when he slept, cradled against him where he knew you were always safe from the prying eyes that were constantly looking you over.

But here? Here you were, at this very moment, in his arms with only his eyes on you, giving in to his touch so easily. It was like a dream that he didn’t want to wake up from and one he refused to share with anyone else. Although, sharing wasn’t exactly what his goal was at the moment. More like claiming what was rightfully his, and the way you began to sing and squirm in his hold without even being penetrated only proved his ownership over you.

“I’m almost done,” he whispered breathily into your ear, feeling how close he was and how his muscles clenched as they readied to release.

You croon against him, your body burning everywhere that he touches, “Belphie…” You begged and he knew exactly what you wanted. How had he managed to make you so desperate just by humping your thighs of all things?

But he can’t stop what is already coming as he empties himself across your skin and the sheets before you.

“There you go,” he says as he kisses your cheek, “Now you can get ready for your day.”

A flush spread across your cheeks as you wiggled your ass against him, “I have a little more time before I have to go, so please…”

“Really?” He smirks before flipping you onto your stomach and looming over your flushed form, “Then you don’t mind if I go a little further, do you?”

All you can do is shake your head as you raise your hips and ass in offering, “Just a little though, okay?”

“Of course. Whatever you say,” he purred as ran his fingers through the mess that still coated your thighs, “I’m just going to help you before you have to go.”

As he slipped a cum covered finger into your hole to begin stretching you out, Belphie wondered to himself how many times he could make you orgasm around him and how many more he could paint you with his seed before you finally remembered your other obligation. Even more so than that, he wondered how Mammon and Asmo would react when you finally showed up and smelled so completely of him.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Drabble: Happy Ending

Frankie x Lady masterlist

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019)

Relationships: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Jay "Lady" Ray

Additions tags/warnings: Sexual innuendo, implied anal.

Summary: Jay's practicing her massage techniques on Frankie.

Words: 745

A/N: Just a little something something I whipped up instead of working. Paging the godmother of Frankie x Jay, @apascalrascal.

"Ow, that hurts!"

"Just stay still and stop fidgeting!"

"You're too rough!"

"Relax and it won't hurt so much!"

Frankie grunts underneath Jay, who shifts carefully, positioning herself astride his thighs.

"That's not how you're supposed to do it," Frankie protests. Jay slaps his flat ass through the fabric of his underwear.

"Shut up and let me focus. And I told you, you need to relax!"

"I am relaxed."

"No, you're not, I can both feel and see that," Jay challenges him, picking up the oil bottle and squirting out a little on her hands. Frankie sighs deeply as she puts her hands on his lower back, and Jay picks up on it immediately.

"Frankie, do you even want me to fix your back, or pass my exam? You crybaby."

"I can't help being sensitive."

Jay sighs and Frankie turns his face up.

"You like that about me. At least you always say that you do."

"I'm disliking it a lot now. Don't turn your head like that, you'll strain your muscles."

She starts to knead his back muscles, carefully according to her, but Frankie is grimacing and moaning.

"Are you fucking with me, Francisco?" She's crossing over to annoyed for real now. The practical massage exam is in two days and she has not yet once been able to give Frankie a back rub that didn't make him curse and yell in pain.

"You're not kneading dough!" he complains.

"Is your back really this fucked up?"

"You callin' me a liar?"

"Okay, hold on," she sighs and takes a little more massage oil before resuming her working of his back, a lot softer now. Slowly, Frankie relaxes under her touch.

"That's better," he murmurs into the sheets. "Although I'm sure it's unethical the way you're straddling me."

"Be quiet. I can't help it that we don't have a better surface for me to practice this," Jay grumbles. Their bed has, so far, provided the most suitable location for her to practice her massage techniques. Frankie's on his belly, she's either beside him or, like now, straddling his thighs - more to prevent him from escaping than anything else.

He's not moving around as much now, however, and Jay tries to keep her touch lighter. Slowly, she finds and works out the kinks in his muscles, finding an almost meditative quality in the work.

"That's nice," Frankie sighs, and Jay smiles a little. She loves to touch him, any opportunity she gets to cop a feel of him is eagerly taken. Helping him with his back pain while getting to touch him is a high score in her book. She works through his entire back up to the shoulders, carefully rubbing his neck muscles, following them up to the back of his head. Frankie's completely slack, face turned to the side, eyes closed, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. As she finished up by going over his back again, he draws a deep, sleepy breath.

"Any chance for a happy ending?"

"Is that what you ask for every time you get a massage?" Jay asks him rhetorically.

"Only from this particular therapist. She's very hot. Gives me a boner every time."

"Lemme crack your spine first," Jay rules, and Frankie submits with a little whine. Jay places her palms on his spine.

"Deep inhale," she instructs him, feeling him rise against her hands. "And exhale." She presses down, forcefully, enjoying the loud crack that she can somehow feel as much as hear under her palms. She moves her hands up his spine.

"Inhale... and... exhale..." Crack!

"One more. Inhale... exhale." A third crack is heard as Frankie grunts the oxygen out of his lungs, and Jay pats his back softly.

"Well done."

"A+," Frankie groans, lifting his head and starting to move. Jay immediately puts her hands on his shoulder blades.

"Careful, you've been here a while, and I did work your neck quite a bit."

Slowly, Frankie rolls over onto his back, a satisfied rumble in his throat. Jay moves with him, staying astride him. She smiles when she sees the sheet wrinkle impressions on his cheek.

"Hi," he smiles back, a little sheepishly.

"Hi yourself. Now, about that happy ending..."

"Yeah?" He does a remarkable impression of a dog cocking its ears and tilting its head in interest. Jay smirks mischievously.

"Well, we already have you oiled up and relaxed..."

An excited grin grows on Frankie's face. "Get the strapon."

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Word count: 566

Ship: possible Roceit

Characters: lee!Janus, ler!Roman

Warnings: intense-ish tickles, tell me if I need to add more!

A/N: I got a new phone so all my drafts are gone :/ Apology fic!

Massage

"Janus?" Roman asks. They were both sitting on the couch together, alone.

"Hm?" The snake responded, entranced in his phone.

"Can I give you a massage?" Janus turned off his phone and looked over at the prince, silence while trying to process the request.

"What?"

"Can I give you a massage?" Roman repeats.

"Why?"

"I heard it's a good way to build trust."

"Uh... not that I find it strange or anything, but, if you insist." Janus lays down on his stomach reluctantly, Roman taking a seat right on his behind.

"Tell me if I hurt you or anything, ok?"

"Mhm." With that, Roman gently grabbed onto his shoulders and started massaging with his thumbs. Janus' eyes widened. He had forgotten one key piece of information: he was extremely sensitive. Roman felt his shoulders tighten a little.

"Relax, Jan. This is supposed to be relaxing."

"I'm very relaxed." He lies, covering up the slight panic in his voice. "I have other things to do, uh-"

"No, you're going to stay here until you're actually relaxed." Roman moved his hands down a little, massaging just under the shoulder blades. Janus whined a little. "Are you tense here?" The snake shakes his head no, staying quiet to hopefully keep the giggles inside. "Jan? Are you ok? Here, we'll come back here." Roman moves to press the base of his hands into his lower back. He starts lightly, which caused a squeak, since his lower back was extra sensitive. "Um."

"Wait, Roman-" The human side of his face started to go pink.

"I didn't hurt you, right?"

"You just... startled me."

"I told you I was switching spots." Janus' breathing became more choppy, his body tensing against the sensation. "Janus, why are you so tense?"

"Thomas never gives any of us any reason t- AH!" Janus squeaks. Roman had poked his sides, obviously onto him.

"I see. Well, for the massage to work, I'm gonna need you to relax." He uses his fingers to tap quickly, from the base of his back to the shoulders.

"Roman!"

"What is it, Jan?" He asks innocently, as if he didn't know what he was doing. Just then, he moved his hands to his ribs. Deceit's arms shot down, but to no avail.

"Wait, wait, waitwaitwait no!" Janus pleaded, but the pleas fell on deaf ears. The princely side vibrated his fingers on the bones and in the spaces, elicting a giggly scream.

"Lower your voice, Jan! We're inside!" Just after he said this, he leaned down and whispered in his ear. "If you're screaming at that, I wonder would happen if I did this."

"R-ROHAHA NOHOHAHAHA!" Janus somehow jumped up a few octaves when Roman gave him a raspberry on the nape of his neck. The human side of his face was getting more red by the second, because Roman's fingers were trapped and it shouldn't tickle as much as it does.

"What's wrong, Janus? It's just a massage." The snake shakes his head no, kicking his legs against the couch. Roman retrieves his hands, giving Janus a break with the raspberries as well. The laughter slowly downgraded into soft giggles. "You seem less tense, at least."

"Reheheally?" He asks sarcastically, even through the giggles.

"Do I need to tickle you again?"

"No." Roman helps Janus sit up, and Janus leans on Roman. "I'll get you bahack, Romahan."

"We'll see."

"Ihi wihill!"

[justmaybee]

Feather Sensitive

Summary: Oh, Yamaguchi’s really done it this time. He should just keep his mouth shut from now on. Unfortunately, that’s the exact opposite of what Hinata wants.

A/N: Y’ello! Another off-brand one, but hopefully a fandom peeps recognize. I haven’t seen Haikyuu in a lil, but I love Yamigoops and this has been 90% done for forever so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Based entirely off the second headcanon here, by @ticklishnonsense — absolutely loved it and you can tell cuz I wrote this ages ago for no other reason than having it written down for myself~

A big thank you to OP for letting me use her work as inspiration!!

———

This was a mistake. This was a mistake. This was a mistake.

Yamaguchi can’t will his mind into more elaborate thought, because it’s all just suddenly sunken in.

Hinata’s weight, heavy but not uncomfortable, resting snug on his hips. The loose tank top, just slightly too big on him, stolen out of Kageyama’s stuff at some point during one sleepover or another. And that ridiculously giant feather Hinata’s got poised between his fingers, like it’s a quill and Yamaguchi is a trembling, twitchy sheet of parchment about to be marked up.

When had he told Hinata? Why had he told Hinata?

Tsukki had figured it out, years and years ago; during one of their many one-sided tickle fights, Yamaguchi thinks. It’s been used against him for as long as he can remember, stray fluff from down pillows and blankets brushed over his neck or feet to pull a sudden and squeaky laugh. He’s never, ever told Tsukki just how much it really tickled though, and Tsukki never asked.

So why did he have to go and mention this to a person just as skilled and merciless in tickling people—often Yamaguchi people—into boneless puddles of teary, hysterical laughter?

It’s got to be Hinata’s charm. If Tsukishima has his cold, borderline apathetic, poise to lay base for his killer teasing method, then Hinata’s strength comes in his natural curiosity. Wide eyes, a light voice, and an openness that makes Yamaguchi feel like he can talk to him.

This, apparently, is not the case in a topic involving feathers. Because Yamaguchi will apparently lose all sense of self-preservation and voice his thoughts on how unbearably sensitive he is to a thing most people will flinch at and brush away like nothing.

But of course, it’s too late for him to realize his mistake now. It wasn’t until Hinata came barreling down the hall, shopping bag in hand, to tackle Yamaguchi to the living room carpet that things started rolling into motion.

Now Hinata’s got Yamaguchi pinned, arms under his knees and a big, big smile stretched over his face. It’s so genuine and excited that Yamaguchi finds himself getting a little lost in it, at least until the feather comes back into focus.

“I mean come on, Yamaguchi.” Hinata holds the quill of the feather and traces the soft end up his own arm, dusting it over his collarbone and getting just a hint of a twitch out of his lips before twirling it between his fingers. “I almost think that you’re lying to me.”

But his face must convince Hinata otherwise, because he doesn’t look like he thinks it’s a lie. The tracing of the feather, even along Hinata’s skin has Yamaguchi twitching, breathing funny. Goosebumps rise along his arms, and Hinata is so riled up with energy—so ready to take Yamaguchi apart—that it’s practically impossible for the brunette to even try and stop the wobbly smile making its way onto his face.

Hinata is the one to burst the bubble of anticipation building slowly in Yamaguchi’s gut. He laughs, a delighted little sound, commenting on the cute pink of Yamaguchi’s blush before he goes in for the kill. And Yamaguchi has never been that great at holding back his reactions, especially when he’s already a tense and flustered mess untouched, so the result is pretty immediate.

The first giggle slips hesitantly out of his throat but clears the way for many more as Hinata gently traces the base of his neck, skimming over his collarbones like even a feather could break them if used too harshly.

It’s a little timid, a little reserved, which is a major change of pace from Hinata’s usual quick and dirty way of fighting. He’s always had a ‘take no prisoners’ sort of approach to a tickle fight; either win outright or die trying, but the new method seems to slow him down a bit.

He’s thinking, watching. And luckily, for him and most certainly not Yamaguchi, the change seems to work really well with the soft touch of the feather. Pulling giggle after giggle from his victim and making him sputter at the attention when he realizes how closely he’s being observed.

The plume travels slowly up Yamaguchi’s neck, high enough that he’s able to jerk his head to block out either side as it passes. Unfortunately, that just causes Hinata to speed up the back and forth strokes, attempting to dodge Yamaguchi’s blocks. And it’s effective and so much more ticklish, Yamaguchi chokes on his sudden snort and tosses his head back on impulse, laughter getting louder and more desperate as Hinata takes advantage of the newly exposed skin.

He keeps at it until Yamaguchi feels light-headed, a little delirious with his laughter completely unchecked. The feather strays to flick up over his ear, and the whimpering laugh that comes out keeps Hinata there until Yamaguchi’s shoulder is twitching spastically of its own accord, desperately trying to stop the light, constant brush over his sensitive skin.

He gets a break—thank God—after a few minutes of this. Being dubbed most ticklish in the house (after many, many tests) has left him with pretty high stamina. But somehow a few minutes of Hinata and a feather has him panting for breath like he’d just finished a hundred laps around the gym.

Yamaguchi is so caught up in catching his breath (and trying to calm that tic in his shoulder) that he doesn’t really think about how breaks aren’t much of Hinata’s style either.

His floaty mind comes to bite him when he feels two soft points of contact touch down on his wrists.

His arms jolt on instinct. His elbows move a smidge in either direction but stick firm to the ground. Hinata’s smile takes on a wicked gleam and...oh boy.

If Yamaguchi gets out of this alive, the others will have some real competition for scariest tickler.

The feathers sweep back and forth, back and forth over his arms. They start at the wrist, and would almost feel nice if not for the impending sense of doom that has blood rushing through Yamaguchi’s ears right now.

The swaying movement drifts up, painfully slow. He doesn’t even think it tickles that much right now, but that doesn’t stop him from physically biting his lip to stop the snickers from making their way out.

It’s when the pair reach his inner elbow that first crack appears. Yamaguchi gasps and Hinata perks up, keeping the feathers there a moment longer, letting them sweep side to side a little faster.

From there the cracks spiderweb exponentially.

The gasp ends up turning into a snort. As Himata continues his path upward, it becomes a whine. And when he’s at the faint line where his skin darkens with a tan, from long summer days spent out in a t-shirt, he decides to flick the feathers in an alternating pattern over either arm.

It has Yamaguchi rocking back and forth in a way that he guesses might look kind of funny. Hinata starts laughing anyways. And of course, it’s enough to get Yamaguchi’s lips to loosen and let out the stream of bubbling giggles he’s been suppressing for far too long already.

His arms feel warm, almost as hot as his face, even though their air conditioning has been working pretty decently lately. There’s a faint tingly feeling still left where the feathers had once brushed his skin.

Everything already feels so sensitive, and Hinata isn’t even there yet.

There are butterflies having a—a mosh pit in his stomach right now. He can’t remember the last time he felt so wound up getting tickled. Then again, he can’t remember the last time Hinata put this much...care? Is that the right word for this situation? —into destroying him.

It makes Yamaguchi a little happy, for some reason.

And sometime about that moment seems to be the limit for Hinata’s concentration, because the change from gentle, teasing touches to his usual form of attack is both quick and excruciating.

The moment after, when Yamaguchi suddenly has two feathers sweeping fast little strokes under his arms, his brain completely short circuits.

What leaves his mouth can only be called a shriek and it’s quickly drowned out by the squeaky, panicked laughter that floods the room immediately.

His chest is jerking side to side in vain. There’s hair in his eyes and a little in his mouth from how violently he’s tossing his head around, but he can’t register a thing beyond the millions of wispy, light strands fluttering a fast track over and over and over the soft and sensitive skin beneath his restrained arms.

Hinata gets the bright idea to not try and jam the delicate things towards the floor anymore. He instead tries twirling them in a circular motion in the spaces underneath Yamaguchi’s arms.

Yamaguchi didn’t think his voice was high enough to screech like he used to, but ‘Hey, you learn something new everyday,’ he thinks, entirely delirious.

His back arches off the ground, head tossing back then pressing into his shoulder as if it’ll somehow smother his hysterical laughter.

It’s bright and desperate and so, so loud. Yamaguchi would typically only reach this point when someone’s feeling particularly ruthless with plenty of time to spare, but it could be hours since Hinata first got him pinned down; it sure feels like it.

There are weird little squeaks that pierce the air when he’s got the breath. His limbs are doing this constant squirm that’s got him feeling hot all over. His lashes feel wet and he knows it’s a matter of seconds before the tears start to fall.

But nothing is more prominent than the feeling of soft, soft, so very soft; and it tickles, it tickles, it really tickles.

———

When Yamaguchi’s brain finally starts rebuilding from the mush, hiccuping giggles making their way through his gasps for breath, he feels Hinata still sitting on top of him. Thankfully—mercifully—though, the feathers are nowhere to be seen, and his hands have been let free.

Seeing Hinata’s hand in his peripheral makes him flinch, but he just wipes at Yamaguchi’s cheek, brushing away the leftover moisture.

“I had to stop because you were starting to look like a strawberry,” Hinata grins. His skin is cool against Yamaguchi’s. He leans into the touch.

“So...was that awesome or what?” Hinata continues, voice energetic though he still rubs a soothing motion over Yamaguchi’s cheek.

Yamaguchi takes a second to reflect. On the dreamy tiredness seeping into his bones, the floaty high that fills up his head.

He nods, once or twice. Though from where Hinata’s sitting, it could just be Yamaguchi nuzzling into his hand. That’s fine. Yamaguchi could use the plausible deniability.

Once he’s been declared as officially ‘not a strawberry anymore,’ Hinata helps him up. He only stumbles a little bit, but of course Hinata has to poke fun.

“You know what that means?” Hinata throws out, arm linked with Yamaguchi’s as they make their way to a well-deserved seat on the couch.

Yamaguchi hums in response.

“We’ve gotta start building up your tolerance.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widen, but he’s pushed onto the couch with a lap full of Hinata before he can say anything. He looks up at Yamaguchi all big eyes and a bigger smile. Yamaguchi swallows.

“We’re doing that again, soon.“

[hannya-writes]

May I...?

Title: May I...?

Fandom: Shingeki no kyojin

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Other characters: no one xD

Category: Smut with an excuse (?)

Warnings: +18, Minors please do not Enter. First time for Levi? SMUT! Cursing because of Levi, Levi being Levi, maybe a bit of OC because it was needed (?) Unprotected sex (but ladies and gentlemen, please wrap it before you tap it)

Author's note: I guess I was horny 😅 it's my first time writing smut, sooo, I'm sorry If in some moments it's unintelligible, it's because english's not my first language.

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Y/n had been a little tipsy and lot heartbroken. She was Erwin's assistant, the first one to survive 10 expeditions at the moment, but she was also a human being with feelings, strong feelings for Levi. Two glasses of wine made the trick to relax her and turn her into a bold woman, so bold that she had flirted with him.

Levi thought she was beautiful, way too beautiful, too smart, too kind and felt embarrassed by her sudden interest on him. He didn't knew what to say so he acted cold and collected, telling her to leave him alone. When she had insisted for hours he understood that he'll had to take her to her room, for her sake and his peace of mind.

— Levi, would you stay? — she had asked after he had tossed her in bed. The sincerity and vulnerability of the woman made him stay. She had took his hand arguing that she felt alone, and argued that she needed a hug, he had said he wasn't going to hug a person who stink like booze and she had willingly got up and took a shower.

After getting out, she had demanded her hug then when pulling away from him she gave him a kiss. A smile formed in her lips because of the confused expression in Levi's face and the deep red in his cheeks.

— you are so cute — the blush in Levi's face turned brighter, the stronger soldier of humanity opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find the words or the right order of them to form a sentence. — May I kiss you? — she said touching his cheek.

— Stop it, stupid brat — he ordered but didn't move a muscle to get away from her.

— Please, let me kiss you captain — she asked getting closer, the rough texture of the towel touching the perfectly white shirt of him.

— I said...— he sounded annoyed but he wasn't, he was nervous, incapable of thinking right. He wanted to touch her fresh skin, bury his face in her shoulder and smell more of the clean fragrance. Head never wanted something like that.

— would you kiss me? — she asked in an almost innocent tone. — please, Levi — her pleads sounded appealing to him.

He knew about sex, but he had never thought about it, he hadn't picture himself having sex. He wasn't interested in it. But right there, being with Y/n that was all he could think.

She got closer, her breathing falling over his lips, taunting him. His hand move to push away a strand of her hair and finally, gave her what she wanted, maybe that way she'll stop bothering him.

His lips caught hers, he wasn't sure what to do, but she did. Y/n arm hugged him by the neck and her lips parted to greet Levi's lips, her wet and curious tongue licked his lip. Levi mimicked the movement, she opened her mouth to him and lured his innocent tongue to her. She tasted like wine, her tongue played with his. Levi closed his eyes only at that point and focused in the sensation of saliva and her soft graceful tongue over his.

The captain hands hanging limply moved to embrace her to his body, wanting to feel her. The need of air made them separate, they looked at each other. Desire in both of their eyes.

Y/n moved first, hands falling on Levi's shoulders, agile fingers unstrapping the first belt. Levi saw her work her way over the second belt.

— May I keep-keep going? — she studdered and he nodded trying to let his inexperience be known. While she worked the next belts he experimented kissing her lips again making Y/n humm with pleasure. He kissed then her cheek, her jaw and neck, founding droplets of water. His instinct made him lick the water and Y/n trembled in front of him.

She opened his shirt and escaped from him only to press a kiss to his chest. She unbuttoned his shirt completely and threw it away. Levi made a loud "tch" annoyed by the disorder but let it go the moment she kissed his abdomen, not a little peck an open mouthed kiss, she sucked in his skin and he felt a rush of adrenaline. It felt good, delicious.

— a-a-again — he asked unsure but Y/n complied while working the strap of the gears, she sighed frustrated an pushed him to the bed, she took out his boots in a hurry, and rushed to get everything out of Levi's body.

When finally every belt was took off, Levi took her by the arm and pulled her up to straddle him.

— Levi — she muttered softly before he pulled her to kiss her lips, this time he took the advantage, moved by something inside him that he couldn't recognize. The Idea of sex with Y/n was everything inside his mind, he desire it soo much that his hands pulled the towel away from her.

She was precious, daunt skin, perfect curves, his hands went to her waist and slowly moved up. Then down to her thighs, pushing her down, making her naked sex found the product of all that make out session: his erect member strained by clothes. She moaned at the contact.

— is this what you want, brat? — he asked embarrassed pretending that the warm of her groin didn't felt like heaven through the clothes.

— yes, please — she answered blushed, hot and bothered by the sudden question. Levi leaned and kissed her, making her rock her hips over him at the same time. She hummed once again in the kiss and he almost growled pleased by the sensation on his cock.

She pressed herself against him, hugging him, closing the space between them, the friction made her moan the name of the captain.

— touch me — she pleaded when the messy kiss was broken, the puzzled expression of Levi let her know that no, he was no expert in bed. — let me show you — she said getting herself in bed, back down, legs open showing him her humid sex. Levi saw amazed what she did, even though his face didn't showed the emotion of excitement he felt it as she touched herself.

Her skilled fingers touched the bundle of nerves that could take her to absolute blyss.

— here, it feels good — she said making circles over her clit — this is were I need you — she continued pressing her fingers over her entrance, there was no resistance from her opening to her own fingers, they slipped inside with easiness. A moan of pleasure felt from her lips. Levi saw it all entranced by the movements of her body reacting to pleasure.

He stood up, startling Y/n, afraid he would leave but he took of his pants and underwear then went back to her in bed. His hand replaced her's. Thumb playing with her clit, fingers pressing on the humid excitement he had made

— curl your fingers — she asked softly and Levi followed the order. Y/n body trembled in pure pleasure. Levi started to move his fingers in and out quickly, she squirmed in pleasure, moaning and huffing with his every move, her fingernails digging in his arms. Her voice became acute, breathe quick and short. — right there — she was barely able to talk. — I'm cumming — she announced and Levi saw and felt her tense, her inner muscles pressed his fingers. Her expression was delightful, he wanted to see it again.

He crawled over her, pulled his fingers out of her and Y/n whined but the sound died in her mouth as the captain pressed the tip of his cock to her extra humid and sensitive pussy.

— So cute — he said rubbing his glans over the warm fluid of her, pressing over the clit with every rock of his hips, moistening his cock. — May I fuck you? —

— yes — she answered way too quickly — please do it — with those words Levi aligned his cock to her entrance and pushed inside her. Half the way in, Y/n rocked her hips asking for more and he complied happily, delighted by the pressure, the softness of her inside.

Y/n moaned feeling full of Levi, his length opening her cunt, stretching her. Her body arched welcoming the man, offering the rest of her for him to play but he started swaying his hips against her, making her smile and moan. It felt good, delicious. One of her legs hugged his hips, as she pulled him from the neck to her breast.

Levi sucked on her nipple and bit it softly making her be louder on her moans. He caught the other nipple and made the same.

— so good...deli..cious...— she praised him, her leg hugging his hip moved and she put it against her body offering a new angle.

For Levi, she was right, it felt delicious, her wet and warm core embraced his cock giving him a direct connection to heaven. He didn't wanted to cumm, that would make everything end, and he wanted more. His cock twitched inside her and the muscles of her cunt tensed, milking his cock, warning him that she was about to cum.

He muttered her name and with a huff, he came inside. He pushed inside her a couple of more times feeling his own seed being fucked into her.

— Le- Le- Levi — she said in a soft voice, feeling him still inside her, he leaned down and fell over her breast. His hands hugged her by her waist.

— You are so soft and clean — he murmured between her breast, starting to fall asleep. He had never fell asleep so easily.

— Don't fall asleep, we need a shower — she complained and the captain looked at her with seriousness but with a warm touch in them, his chin resting in the valley of her breast.

— May I shower with you? — he asked and a blush formed in Y/n face. She felt like she had somehow made a monster.

— Yes — she answered, Levi's hands hugged her waist and pulled her against him, dragging her with him as he stood, her legs wrapped around his hips and the friction of her core against him made him gasp and realized that somehow, a certain part of his anatomy wasn't really tired.

[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 4

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this! This will be a weekly series leading up to Valentines Day

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play.

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, P in V sex, fingering, Oral ( F receiving) , multiple orgasms, over stimulation, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl) checking of safe word, possessive language, aftercare, toys, squirting, pussy slap, nipple/clit pump, some mild fluff

Let me know if i forget anything

Word count: 6K +

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Summary: Whiskey whisks his Sugar baby away for a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Day four, jack gift Honey Bee a special gift. 

Thursday 12th of February

As promised, you were left with a very sore and tender pussy. 

You awoke in uncomfortable pleasure with Jack's face buried between your legs, devouring you as if he hadn’t had his fill of you less than eight hours earlier. 

Lazily, you tried to push him away with your hand, in a feeble attempt to fall back to sleep, however thanks to your lingering sensitivity and the skill of his tongue he managed to coax you to orgasm despite your meager attempt to recede back into sleep.

You whimpered, grogginess clear in your high whines, as Jack lapped you up, savoring your taste before beginning to kiss his way up your body, pushing up his t-shirt you still wore to kiss at more of your soft skin. He gravitated towards your lips finally, lazily melding his mouth to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, alongside that taste you couldn’t describe as anything other than Jack. You moaned together, as if relieved to be connected once again finally.

Strong, familiar arms wrapped around you and lifted your hips to his, he hissed into your kiss as your soaked core rubbed up against his erection through his sweatpants.

“Is your sore pussy up to taking Daddy this morning?” he asked when you finally separated your lips from one another. His voice was raspy with sleep and need.

“If I'm not too sensitive for you to eat me out before I’ve even woken up, then I’m sure I can take your cock Daddy,” you cooed, giggling at the way his eyes darkened and the  hungry look he gave you as he quickly hooked his sweats under his cock and balls.

“If you can still take me after last night, then clearly I didn't do a good enough job,” he teased before he pushed himself inside you with a satisfied groan.

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Even with Jack’s morning distraction he had the two of you out the door, before noon, dressed ready in warmer clothes than usual due to the reported snowfall.

He took you to Piazza Navona, it was beautiful, even with the overcast gray sky, thanks to the cold February air it was not as busy as you expected, giving you and Jack plenty of space to roam about the decadent square to observe the beauty of the architecture and fountains.

Snow covered the ground, which did not dampen your experience in the slightest. Jack promised to ‘make up for it’ in the future by taking you back in warmer months, but you silenced his worries with a kiss. 

“I am thrilled we are here, even if it's cold, I don't need blue skies and sunshine to appreciate any of this Jack.” 

He gave you a soft smile in return, feeling some of his worry lift.

“I still want to take you back here Sugar, one day.” 

“I would love that, I just don't want you thinking I'm somehow disappointed because you took me here in late winter. I love it Jack, thank you.” 

You shared a deep kiss in front of one of the fountains, as the only two people in the square. 

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You were equally as excited when Jack took you to your next location for the day, and found it was just as empty as Piazza Navona. Trevi fountain was covered in snow, the blanket was growing steadily thicker as snow began to fall, Jack was grateful he had the foresight of an umbrella that day, opening it up and pulling you to his side as you both made your way over to the famed fountain.

“This is amazing, that we get to experience such a place, just the two of us” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder, huddling closer to him against the cold.

“It seems surreal Darlin,” he hummed beside you, kissing the crown of your head. “It’s like we’re the only two people in the world.”

You giggled. “Hmmm, and is this what we would do? If we were? Travel around, seeing the sights?” 

“If it were just the two if us, I would want nothing more than just to explore the rest of the world with you, Honey Bee,” he smiled. 

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You flipped through photos you had taken that morning on your phone as you sat in the passenger seat, Jack beside you holding your free hand as the driver took you to wherever he had planned for your lunch. 

You giggled at one particular photo, Jack was pulling a face into the camera as he would often do when in a playful mood.

“Send me them when you get a chance Darlin,” he said warmly beside you, smiling at your smile. You gave him a nod before swiping through more. 

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Lunch, as it turned out, was very similar to yesterday's lunch, as Jack had surprised you with another workshop. However, this time you were taking a pizza class. 

Your stomach growled as you entered the warm Pizzeria, shrugging off the thick winter coats you wore and hanging them up. You were grateful for the change in temperature as you both cleaned off the snow clinging to the rest of your clothes before joining the small class. 

You decided to spend the time this lesson enjoying the experience more than teasing Jack, who seemed just as agreeable to the notion as you stood side by side at your station, listening to your instructor. 

You had a lot of fun, Jack kneaded the dough for you as you stood to the side, admiring his arms as he rolled up his sleeve and got to work. As the dough was stored away to rise, you cleaned your station together, sitting down to decide what toppings you each wanted. 

Your pizza base was an uneven circle, Jack rolling it out once they were all deemed acceptable. You giggled at the lopsidedness of it, taking a quick photo of Jack’s pout as you giggled over your lumpy pizza base. 

Together you made the sauce and spread it on your base, before you were finally allowed to decorate it with toppings. Before you could start, Jack made an equally uneven heart shape out of your shredded mozzarella, and with sauce bottle in hand,  he managed to write  a very messy “JD ❤️ HB” 

You ‘awwed’ at the gesture, quickly snapping a picture of Jack next to his creation, smiling proudly. 

“How very ‘cheesy’ of you,” you joked lamley, making Jack groan.

You finished putting the rest of your toppings on before you were finally allowed to deliver your pizza to the pizza oven. Jack was thrilled to get to use the large wooden pizza peel, and you made sure to take a video of Jack putting your pizza in the large oven to cook with help from the instructor. 

While your lunch cooked you cleaned everything up, leaving your station as spotless as you found it. When the food was ready you and Jack sat at the tables, alongside other couples, chatting away happily as you all ate together, his arm around you lazily. 

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You were surprised when Jack led you back to the hotel much earlier than you expected, having just finished lunch and bundling back up in your coats to brave the increasing snow.

You weren't complaining though, as you entered the lobby just as the snow had started to become a blizzard, more than happy to escape the cold for the rest of the day. 

You were taken back to your room, and perhaps a little disappointed as you entered the bedroom, finding no gifts laid out. 

Jack took notice, chuckling and kissing your cheek.

“Later Honey, we’re only stopping by to get rid of our winter gear,” he said warmly, shedding his coat once more and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. He encouraged you to do the same, so quickly you dressed into a large baggy sweater dress, warm leggings and soft ugg boots. He took your hand once you were ready, and just as quickly as you had arrived to your suite, you were swept away to some unknown part of the hotel. 

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You were delighted when you passed through two large glass doors to what you could only describe as a mini spa resort. 

The air was warm and misty, smelling vaguely of vanilla and pine, tiled floors made shoes click as they passed over it, the walls were gray, with a large mural walk behind the tall reception desk. The hotel's logo stood out on the mural of trees, and sitting underneath, behind the desk were two petite young women who greeted you with a smile. 

“Mr Daniels?” one of them asked in a strong italian accent. 

Jack smiled and nodded, pulling you with him as you were led down a short hallway to the side, and then into a changing room where robes and towels waited for you. 

You both undressed in your cubicles, putting on the towels and plush white robes provided for you. Jack took your hand back once the two of you were ready for whatever treatment you were about to get. 

As usual, Jack had spared no expense, and the two of you were treated to a full spa experience. Jack had even gone the extra mile to give you a full beauty treatment as an added bonus. 

You were able to relax in the Sauna together, your head resting on Jack’s shoulder as the heat sweat away your stresses. That was followed up by your beauty treatment. Mani and pedi, facial, exfoliation, face mask, eye mask, you experienced the full works, all while Jack cooled off in an Ice bath.

You enjoyed your pedicure along with a small sample of fruits and sandwich , followed up with a delicious slice of decadent cake, and a glass of champagne. 

And the entire spa experience was topped off with a couples massage. 

Jack reached across the small gap between your tables whenever he could to hold your hand in his. Any tension you had in your body melted away thanks to the expert hands of your masseuse and the scented oils coating your skin. 

Sighing, you closed your eyes, trying hard not to fall asleep due to your extremely relaxed state, waiting to enjoy the feeling as much as possible by not drifting off. 

You giggled, along with your masseuses when Jack's steady snore revibriated along the tiled walls, his hand relaxing in your grip as he drifted off, completely and utterly relaxed.

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By the time your massage had ended you were feeling more loose and relaxed than you had ever felt in your life, you rolled your shoulders with a content sigh, loving how loose your muscles felt. 

“Damn Darlin, I didn't even realize my back was hurting so much until the pain went away,” Jack sighed beside you, taking your hand as you made your way back to the changing room to shower off the oil still coated to your skin. 

“You enjoy your beauty treatment?” he asked, taking your hand in his once you were dressed, inspecting your manicure and affectionately stroking your fingers with his. 

“Yes,” you nodded smiling at him. “Thank you.” 

He smiled back and kissed your forehead. “Not that you need a beauty treatment Darlin, you’re already stunning,” he said, making you blush. 

Washed, dried, and dressed you made your way back to your suite together.

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As he had promised earlier, gifts were now laid out on the bed, you bounced over to them excitedly, making Jack chuckle at your eagerness. Three boxes, with no clothes set out that evening, which surprised and intrigued you. As expected, one of  the boxes contained a lingerie set, red and lacy, but unlike the other set the had bought for you so far, they were not intended to be practical, usable underwear as well, as the cups of the ‘bra’ were not there, the lace would perfectly frame your breasts, leaving them exposed for Jacks viewing pleasure. The ‘panties’ were matching, crotchless, this set was purely to wrap you up nice and pretty leaving everything open to Jack so he would not have to remove a single piece from you to get what he wants. 

He growled softly behind you, wrapping his arms around you to kiss at your neck. “Gonna look so good in that Darlin,” he said, voice deep with lust already at the thought of you wearing it. 

“Open the others” 

You placed the first box down back on the bed, reaching for the next closest box and lifting the lid. Instantly you felt yourself growing wet at the sight of its content. 

“I hope after last night you won't be too sore to play with these tonight,” Jack’s teasing voice tickled your neck as you stared down at the toys in the box. 

So far, in the short time you had been together you had experimented with toys only a handful of times, and so far, they had been simple bullets and vibes. Evidently tonight, Jack wanted to be a bit more, experimental. 

One simple, silver bullet vibe, a finger vibe, a silicone egg attached to a silicone string you could only guess vibrated, and the largest dildo you had ever seen in person. Your heart was beating fast in anticipation, and you were sure Jack could feel it with his lips latched to your pulse point. 

“Open the last one,” he rasped.

You almost dropped the box as you opened it, overwhelming anticipation making you shake as you stared down at a toy you had only ever dreamed about being used on you. 

Nipple and clit pumps, you were certain Jack was planning on a night just as intense as the last night, and you were more than looking forward to it. 

“Go, get changed, I’ll be waiting for you.” 

You were quick to change in the ensuite, touching up your hair in the mirror and re-applying Jacks favorite mascara. When you came back out to the bedroom, dressed in the exposing red number, Jack was laid out on the bed, even more exposed than you, completely nude as he lay back with a cocky grin, slowly pumping his hardening cock. 

You feigned feeling bashful, hiding half of your body behind the door frame and avoiding his eyes. He chuckled, becoming you over with his finger. 

“No need to feel shy Darlin, you look good enough to eat,” he hummed, still stroking his cock slowly with one hand while the other was open to you in invitation. You padded over the soft carpet, still pretending to feel shy. As soon as you were in reach he pulled you to the bed, pushing you onto your back and bending over you to give you a kiss. 

“I really could eat you up, you sexy little thing,” he teased, his fingers dancing across your skin to the lacy edges of your ‘bra’, the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare breasts as he played with the lace. 

“These,” he said, squeezing your breasts, weighing them in his palm. “A meal fit for a king,” he continued, growling before dipping his head further to mouth at your breasts. He lavished attention to them, making sure to toy with the one not currently in his mouth with his hand, squeezing, kneading the flesh in his large calloused hands, and tweaking your nipple while he licked and suckled on the other one. 

You moaned, already aroused just by looking at the toys he had selected for that night, but even further so now. You felt your arousal leak out of you, with no barrier to hold it thanks to the lack of material covering your centre. 

Jack switched, making sure each of your breasts felt the attention of his mouth, you looked down at him, and found him staring back at you with intense, dark eyes, watching your every reaction, every gasp and moan. 

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he moaned agaisnt your skin, placing a few soft kisses to your peaked nipples before pulling away. His hand stroking the flesh of your thigh as he sat up, erection proudly twitching against his stomach. 

“Which of those toys caught your attention most, baby?” He asked, positioning you gently further back on the bed. 

“T-the pumps,” you answered truthfully, rubbing your coated thighs together in anticipation as Jack got up off the bed to collect the boxes. 

“Yeah? You want Daddy to torture your nipples and poor little clit?” he asked, setting the boxes beside you on the bed. 

You nodded up at him eagerly. 

“Daddy will do just that,” he promised, picking out the finger vibe from the box and sliding it over his index, switching it on so it buzzed lightly. “But I want to try them all out on you baby.” 

His finger started at your nipples, trailing slowly down your body until he reached your clit, circling it gently so the vibrations barely tickled you. You whined, lifting your hips , trying to gain more pressure to your clit, but Jack slapped your thich in warning. 

“You take what Daddy gives you,” he reminded you, torturing you further by rubbing his vibrating finger over your clit directly, so lightly you could only just feel the promise of the vibrations against your swollen bud. 

“Daddy please,” you whined, pouting when he chuckled at you, not taking pity on you. 

“Patience is a virtue sugar,” he teased, leaning over to rasp in your ear. “Daddy will will make you cum so hard so much it fucking hurts if you be good for me.”

You moaned, knowing full well Jack always kept his promises if you behaved for him. 

“Imagine that big one inside you,” he continued, knowing full well his words could turn you on just as much as his touches. “I wanna see your sweet little peach of a pussy stretch around that, your hungry little hole taking that massive cock, fuck, I bet it would hurt to cum around that thing, your cunt stretched so much and tightening around that, fuck I could cum just imagining that.” 

You moaned again, nodding your head and silently begging for just that, wanting to please him, wanting that painful pleasure. 

Your eyes were closed, imagining his little fantasy, how good it would feel when he surprised you by pushing the vibe right onto your clit, making you yelp. 

“We’re gonna start small, and make our way up,” he said, sitting back up to watch you writhe under the pleasure of the vibe. “It’s going to be another long night Baby girl.” 

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Jack had successfully made you cum with the finger vibe without ever sliding anything inside you, and had slowly worked you open with the small silver vibe, pumping it in and out of you slowly, bringing you back to the edge of pleasure before abandoning it to the side. You whined in frustration as he took his sweet time picking the next toy, much to your annoyance. There were two toys left in that box and you knew he was going to end with the larger one. He was simply trying to rile you up. 

Deciding you were being just a bit too bratty with your complaints, he gave your pussy a harsh slap.

“Patience Baby,” he warned with a growl. “That's your second warning!” 

You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself as he pretended to decide which toy to use. 

Eventually he picks up the silicone egg and returned to his previous position between your legs, laying on his stomach so he could watch up close. 

He turned the egg on, feeling it buzz in his palm before slowly pushing it inside you, cooing gently about how good your pussy looked, framed by your panties as it stretched around the widest part of the egg. Shoving it inside you as deep as it could reach he watched with fascination how slick leaked from you with each powerful buzz. 

“Remember, you can’t cum until Daddy says you can,” he laughed before licking up your arousal with a moan. You heard him whisper against your folds how you tasted so good. 

You were focusing hard on not cumming until he said so, but that was made far more difficult when he took a hold of the silicone ‘string’ attached to the toy, slowly pulling it down your channel and stretching your hole again. 

You keened, arching your back and trying so hard to wait for his permission. He repeated the action, pushing the vibrating egg deep inside you before slowly pulling it out, stopping when you stretched around the widest point. He watched entranced, growling hungrily every time your entrance stretched around it. 

He kissed your clit, circling his tongue around it, drinking up your moans. 

“Fuck baby, watching my sweet little cunt stretch like this, just makes me want to see what else I can fit in you,” he moaned, lapping up at your folds now. “Im gonna buy the biggest fucking toy I can find when we get home, we’re gonna find your limit one day.” 

His lips latched onto your core, eating you out vigorously, and still playing with the toy with his hand, he was struggling to grip it securely with how much you were leaking. 

He shoved the toy back inside, pushing up right against your g-spot as he began suckling your clit. 

You shrieked, trying not to wriggle too much as you begged, helplessly, for permission. 

“Daddy! Please! Please! Pleasepleaseplease!” You wailed. Looking down at him, between your legs, eyes watching you intently again, you saw him nod. 

Permission. 

You thanked him with a cry as you arched further off of the bed, pushing your hips up into his mouth as he drank down your release, tongue lapping at your hole beside the silicone still hanging out of you. You clenched down around the toy, shaking as your walls contracted  around the vibrations. 

“Daddy!” You whined, slowly rocking your hips into his face as you rode out your orgasm. As the waves of pleasure washed away, Jack ever so slowly pulled the toy out of you, kissing your clit in praise as he did so. You whimpered, sensitive as he kissed you there. 

He cooed again as you stretched around the toy, watching as he pulled it out at a snails pace, enraptured at the sight. 

“My pretty little pussy,” he praised, diving to lap up at you again once the toy popped out of you. You mewled, lazily trying to push him away, but he wouldn't be denied his sweet treat. 

Jack tossed the toy to the side and crawled up your body, lifting your thighs around his waist. Teasingly, he rocked his hips so his cock, now leaking pre-cum onto your skin.

“Daddy wants to be inside his pretty little pussy,” he rasped. “I know you’re sensitive baby, oohhh but daddy wants to make you a creamy mess before you take that big one, I need you slick with both our cum before I stretch you out with that thing.” 

He was rambling, but watched your expression carefully as he lined himself up with your hole, smearing his pre-cum around your folds, waiting for any kind of refusal before pushing his hips forward and filling you easily thanks to his attentions with the egg. 

“Fuck, there we go,” he groaned when the flesh of your ass met his thighs. Bottoming out inside of you. You moaned loudly as he filled you up, feeling his tip meet your innermost wall. “I aint ever been in a pussy this good Baby.”

Having neglected his cock for so long, choosing to pleasure you ahead of himself, Jack didn’t bother wasting time building up a slow and steady pace. He pounded into you hard and fast as he always did when chasing his own release and slaps echoing in the room. 

He crashed his lips on yours, noses bumping together as the taste of your cum flooded your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, and messy, but Jack desperately seemed to need his mouth on yours as his hips rammed yours. You could tell by his desperation he would not last long, he rarely did when he had aroused himself so much by pleasuring you.

Once, twice, three times he bucked into you hard before warm cum flooded your insides, he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth and bit hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, groaning loudly. 

You didn’t complain about the fact that he had sought his own release as he lazily pulled out of you, pushing his seed back inside you with his thumb, knowing full well he intended to make you cum at least once more that night. 

“Baby,” he sighed, licking his thumb clean of your combined releases. “What's your color? You still good to try take that big one?”

“Green Daddy,” you sighed, settling into the pillows comfortably, preparing yourself for the challenge. 

“My perfect girl,” he said proudly, kissing your cheek and retrieving the toy. 

You knew there were larger toys out there, but this would be the largest you had ever taken personally, it was bigger than Jack, who was already an impressive size himself. He placed the toy beside you on the bed before opening the bedside drawer for a bottle of lube.

“I know you’re wet Darlin, you’re always wet for me, your horny little cunt’s always up for more, isn’t she? But we still need to prep you” he said, coating his fingers in lube and putting two in you straight away. The artificial lube, mixed with both of your cum made obscene noises as Jack pumped his fingers and stretched you open. 

“Daddy can get hard again on that noise alone Honey Bee,” he chuckled, laughing harder as your eyes widened as you glanced down at his spent, wet cock that was already twitching with interest.  

You bit your lip and wiggled slightly, stopping when his eyes cut back to your face in warning. 

“Are you going to take me again Daddy?” You asked as a third finger pushed inside you. 

“Ohhh, you can bet on it Baby,” he moaned, watching your hole stretching around his fingers. When he managed to fit a fourth, large finger inside you, he stretched you wide open so he could stare into your hole, groaning at the sight. 

“My perfect little cunt,” he whispered before spitting into your hole, giving you an obnoxiously cocky grin before pulling his fingers free and shoving them in your mouth to clean. 

Obediently you lapped them up, cleaning your combined cum and lube off of his fingers while his free hand opened the bottle again. Once he deemed his fingers acceptably clean he pulled them out of the hot cavern of your mouth and picked up the toy, coating it generously in lube. 

“You sweet little pussy’s gonna look so good taking this,” he growled, shoving your legs apart as wide as they could go and lining the tip of the toy up at your entrance. He was extremely careful, as he pushed it forward, watching your reaction carefully for any sign of discomfort. Even with the stretching and copious slick from the lube and cum it was a struggle to take, the stretch was burning and so far he had only pushed  the tip in. Jack paused, waiting patiently for your face to relax as he slowly pulled the toy out, then back in, pushing just a little bit deeper each time, pausing, waiting for you to adjust each time you grimaced. 

It took a lot of hard work, but with both your efforts the toy was eventually pushed as deep as it could go. You both moaned in unison once the toy could go no deeper. Jack laid down on his stomach, between your legs, staring longingly once again at the stretch of your pussy. 

“Baby,” he cooed in adoration, running this finger around the toy where your hole stretched around it, making you whimper. “Look at that, fuck, just imagine how much we could get to fit in you with practice. Your sweet, tiny little pussy’s stretched so wide, Can’t wait to make you cum on that, bet it’s gonna hurt, make you cry, sweet thing.” 

You were stretched so wide that the arousal you felt at his words could not escape, simply filling you up further, making you whine. 

“Wait here, hold your legs open,” he ordered getting up off the bed, you noticed he was hard again already, having worked himself up watching you stretch around the new toy. 

He picked up the last box.

Oh. 

You had forgotten about that.

Jack gently picked up the pumps before returning to you, gently attaching the suction cups to each nipple and your clit. He loved how your breasts look, framed by the ‘bra’, pump attached to your nipples. 

“Gonna make you cum so hard, it’ll hurt so good baby,” he rasped, voice deep and gravely with lust. 

He squeezed the pump gently in one hand, watching how you would react with fierce intensity and hunger. The first pump was just enough to feel a slight suction, a mild sensation, but he continued to pump away slowly, watching the way your nipples began pulling up into the clear cups. He groaned at the sight, and once your nipples and clit started to feel the tight suction you whined loudly in both pain and pleasure, unintentionally squeezing around the large toy inside you still. 

Without warning Jack repeatedly squeezed the pump hard and fast, startling you with the sudden, constant suction.

“Ahhhh! Daddy!” You yelped, struggling to keep still for him.

“You know your words,” he reminded you. “They’re there if you need them.” 

You shook your head no, wanting that painful orgasm he promised you and was intent on giving you. 

You were sobbing as he pumped away, clit and nipples red and raw as they were pulled up into the cups, there would be marks in the morning, no doubt about that. 

It was painful, but incredibly arousing at the same time, they had never been this sensitive before, this abused and your head was swimming in the delirium of it. 

Jack jerked himself off with his free hand above you, as you squirmed beneath him, the painful, burning stretch of the toy, and the constant and the arduous suction on your most sensitive parts were driving you insane. 

To torment you further, Jack placed the pump down but did not release the suction, instead, grabbing onto one of the cups on your nipples and tugging at it. You cried, the pain agonising but it just made you anticipate your orgasm all the more. 

Proud of the reaction he pulled from you, his hand moved to the suction cup on your clit, repeating the action. You shrieked, louder than you ever had before and Jack abandoned his cock to cover your mouth, as he repeatedly tugged at the cup, muffling your shrieks. 

“Normally I love your noises Baby but we don't need people coming to investigate that now do we?” he teased. “Now I'm going to let go and you’re going to cum for me. You understand?”

You nodded into his hand. 

“Good, you need to scream like that, do it into the pillow,” he said before pulling his hand from your mouth to grip the toy filling you up by the base and jackhammering it inside of you, still tugging at the pump on your clit. 

It was instantaneous, and as painful as he had promised. Your hole was stretched as wide as it could possibly go right now and gripping hard on the toy that was stuffed inside you. Jack growled, watching with rapt fascination as your poor abused hole rhythmically clenched around the artificial cock. 

You didn't shake as much as you thrashed, pulling the pillow to your face to scream your voice hoarse as tears escaped your eyes due to the pain you were drunk on. 

Wet squelching, screams and Jack’s praises and curses filled the room as you came and cum gushed from you. Your body was both trying to milk the toy and push it out of you at the same time, and you realized the toy was being forced from you because you were squirting around it. Jack seemed unaware given how big the toy was, but he was preparing to enter you the second he pulled the toy from you, the hand previously tugging at your clit pump was stroking his cock while the hand still on the toy quickly pulled it out of you, coating him in the cum still squirting from you. 

“Fuck Baby!” he shouted, surprised for just a moment before he growled and quickly shoved himself in your gaping pussy before you finished. Pounding into you at a brutal pace, unintentionally but happily massaging that spot making you squirt, drenching his front in even more cum before your body could take no more.

“Fuck I didn’t think this would be how I made you squirt the first time, but Im not complaining,” he groaned in your ear, ripping your pillow away from your face and pounding into you, holding your still thrashing body tightly to him, ignoring the pump still on you as his cock destroyed your hole. Over and over again.

His pace was brutal and you cried, from the intense pain and pleasure of your orgasm, from the suction still on your nipples and clit, from the overstimulation of him pounding into you before you had even finished, how tender and swollen your sex was that was continuing to be abused, and the words that dripped from his mouth. 

“My fucking pussy, this is mine,” he growled, his voice sounding feral and animalistic. “No ones ever going to please you the way I do, fill you the way I do, every inch of you is mine!” 

“Y-yours,” you eeped out, voice faint after screaming so loud. 

That was all he needed to push him over the edge, shouting his release as he pulled you up into him and he pushed in as deep as he could go, ignoring how the pump dug into both of you, hitting your cervix, making you cry out as he came.You felt it leak out of you, your abused hole unable to hold it in as he pulled out. Pausing a moment to free you of the pump, making you hiss in pain and relief before Jack collapsed on top of you with a groan, resting his head between your breasts and wrapping his arms around you. 

You weren't sure how long the two of you lay there, clinging to each other, hearts and breath slowing down and sweat cooling from your skin as you stroked his hair. 

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Eventually, once he was no longer panting, Jack sat up, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he took survey of the mess on yourselves and the bed. 

“You good baby?” he asked, the need for sleep clinging to his voice. 

“Yeah,” you whispered. “That was…”

“Intense?” he supplied with a weak chuckle, getting up off of the bed. “Come on baby, let clean up and get you sorted.” 

You whined in complaint, rolling to your side, back to him. 

“I know you’re tired,” he cooed, gently picking you up and carrying you to the ensuite. “But you’ll regret waking up in a wet bed, covered in cum and sore as all hell.” 

“Fine” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, more than happy to let him do all the work, and you knew he was more than happy to do it. 

He took extra care with you that night, cleaning you up, removing the lingerie from your body, soothing your sore abused nipples with ointment, changing the bedsheets and praising you as you snuggled to him every chance you got. 

You were already asleep by the time he put you to bed and tucked you in beside him.

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Spring Fever

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves

A/N: I got bored on a break at work and it turned into this. I love my sweet boys more than I love having an actual setting in mind for this story. Hope y’all enjoy 

Even though he couldn't feel the sun, Ben didn't say no to tagging along with Klaus on a garden meditation session. It was one of the warmest days so far judging by the budding flowers and his brother’s shorts, and he could see the wind muss the grass and rattle the windchimes, things he could see and fear but not feel. He thought about the sound as he sat beside Klaus on the ground, shutting his eyes and trying to regulate his breathing. How was he going to clear his mind when he was so already blocked off from things? The grass didn't even bend beneath him. 

When he opened one eye, he saw Klaus facing the sun, eyes shut and peaceful. The light looked so warm, so welcome after the cold and dark of the winter. Ben tried to think about the warmth, to calm his mind and think about what he could be feeling. It felt nice to at least be with someone. He shut his eyes again and tried to think of more things he could be grateful for.

    Something around him twitched, like someone had thrown a punch and barely missed him. Like the feeling of someone watching you sleep. Something cold? Not cold? Moving. He opened his eyes again, seeing the wind shake the tree branches. But he wasn’t just seeing. He was feeling.

     "What-" Klaus startled, taking in what was happening as well. Ben reached out and grabbed a handful of grass, grinning at the cool, damp feeling of the ground and the sun on his face.

“Are you doing this?” He asked.

“I don’t know…but it’s a good day for you to feel things, right?”  The wind picked up and Ben laughed at the feeling as it passed through his hair, throwing his coif off-center.

   "Do you know how often I've wanted to mess up your hair?" Klaus asked.             "What?"

"It's just been...obnoxiously perfect and it hasn't moved a strand out of place for thirteen years, man. I've wanted to mess it up so fucking bad."

  Another gust of wind passed through, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Klaus.   "Still not messed up enough."  

"Klaus, don't!" It was too late. His brother had already pounced on him and took matters into his own hands, ruffling his hair and pushing it into his eyes until it about stood on end. Ben swatted at him uselessly, still not properly used to making physical contact with another person.  He tipped back in trying to get away, propped up on his elbows and looking up at his brother, backlit by the sun

  "Asshole. I can't even see my face in a mirror to fix it either."

  Klaus pouted in mock-sympathy, reaching out to muss up his hair one more time.   "Bastard."   "I mean I could also mess up other things..."

"Haven't you done en-ACK!" He had decided that wrecking his hair wasn't enough and that his hoodie needed to be rumpled as well, running his hands over the surface and bunching up the fabric, occasionally sticking a leaf down his collar for good measure.

  "You know you haven't changed this hoodie in over a decade? And I'm the gross one?"  He went to jam a handful of grass down his back when Ben sputtered out a giggle, scrunching his shoulders and shaking his head.

   "What?" Klaus knew exactly what he was doing, but still wanted to hear Ben say it. The second he had made contact with the back of his neck, his smile had turned devious.

"Nothing!" Ben’s neck was still all bunched up and his cheeks were turning pink. He tried to crawl away but Klaus was back on top of him again.

   "No!"

  "Yes!" He finished shoving the grass down his collar with one hand and skittered behind his brother's ear with the other, making Ben curl up on the ground in an attempt to defend himself.

   Klaus' hands tickled and the grass tickled as it went from his neck down his back and rolling around just made it tickle worse. He couldn’t stop a few more giggles from bubbling out of him. When he lifted up the hem of his hoodie to try and shake some out, he realized he made the biggest mistake of all.

   "Aww!! I couldn't forget about that of course!" And now he was fucked, showing off his worst spot to Klaus in the most corporeal state he had been in ages.   "No! Not there. Please not there."

  "Pathetic little Benny, already begging."

  "Please." He didn't care he was whining. His hair was never going to look right again and he had grass down his shirt. Any dignity he has gone outside with was obliterated.

   He was trying to pull the hem down and cover his bare stomach but Klaus already had his arms pinned to his chest.

  "Not there!"

  "Not where?"

"There!"

  "Here?" Ben bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to give his brother the satisfaction. If he looked Klaus in the eyes he knew he would start laughing, really laughing, and wouldn't be able to stop. His nerves were on fire from the grass and the wrestling and his brother's evil hands.

  "Tickletickletickle!" He drummed his fingertips right at the waistline of his jeans, teasing him. Ben only squirmed, biting his lip but his mouth still turning up at the edges. Little snorts and choked sounding squeaks escaped him from his attempts at holding it in.  He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, at least as long as he could help it.

   "No!!"

  "Yes!"

  Klaus must have gotten bored with teasing because he slowly started making his way up his torso, the touches more scratchy, more tickly.

    Ben tried to kick him off but Klaus was already across his legs, their limbs hopelessly tangled as they rolled around in the yard. Klaus kneaded at the soft parts around his sides and it was driving him wild, his reserve finally breaking and uncontrollable laughter finally taking over. He hadn't even been able to feel the wind five minutes ago and here he was feeling everything. His body was oversensitive and he couldn't even fight back properly if he wanted to.

   Maybe he didn't completely want to. There was a small part of him that was glad this was happening. He missed the feeling of his nerves standing on end, of laughing so hard his entire frame shook and his ribs smarted. He threw his head back against the ground and covered his face, letting Klaus win this round because he knew it was a rigged game from the start.

"Come on...let me hear my little squeaky toy." Ben curled up on his side away from his brother, still not going to give in to him completely if he could help it. He couldn't help his gasps and muffled giggles or the squeaks that escaped around his hands, but he wasn’t going to give Klaus complete surrender.

  "I have ways, Ben-Ben." Ben tried to sass him, but his laughter choked out his words. Klaus' hands found their way right around the sides of his portal where he knew he was the absolute worst, pinching up and down the sensitive bare skin.

   Ben spasmed, rolling onto his back and flailing in any direction he could just to make the sensation stop. Klaus was laughing too now, the bastard. The sound of the two of them wrestling like children could probably be heard from the house, the mingling of his squeaks and Klaus’ snorts. The touches were scratchy or solid or unbearably soft, different enough each time that he could never adjust to the feeling.

  "I hate you," he gasped out when Klaus finally gave him a chance to catch his breath.

"You love me. You love this." He made his hands into claws and vibrated them against his belly, throwing back his head and cackling as Ben let out a particularly silly sounding screech.   "Liar!"

"Oh really? What was that, Bentacles...or should I say Ben-tickles?"

"You're t-the HA-worst!" Klaus rubbed his knuckles down the front of his ribcage, just gently enough to send him into a new wave of hysterics.

  He finally got his fill of tormenting his brother shortly after, climbing off him and laying by his side in the grass as they caught their breath.

  Ben sniffled and wiped his eyes, still unable to stop the giggles from bursting through him. He felt completely ridiculous, but he felt somehow lighter in this corporeal form if that was possible. When was the last time he and Klaus had felt so carefree? Even for a few minutes? His body was alight with endorphins and he still had that dizzy, loopy feeling coiled in his stomach. It felt like there was nothing but sunlight and grass and evil hands attacking his belly and ribs.

   "Did I break you?" Ben had to try and start his sentence a good three or four times, something good and sassy to really show him what torture he had gone through. However, there was a disconnect between what he wanted to say and what his body was capable of doing. He sputtered and squeaked around his words before finally giving up and hiding his face in Klaus' shoulder as he cried with laughter. He was officially tickled stupid and they both knew it.

  "I can't breathe, asshole." He said at last.

"You don't need to breathe. Your face was getting super red though, giggles." He pinched Ben’s cheek and he tried to scowl at him around that stupid smile that refused to leave his face.

"I don't giggle."

  "Do you know how many tickles it takes to make you giggle? Ten-tickles." He laughed at his own joke and reached for Ben's ribs.

"No more!" He pulled back, hugging himself as Klaus tried to get his hands under his hoodie once again. 

"No, more?" Ben curled up on his side, ready to fight if need be, but he was already giggling again with the anticipation, begging in-between hiccups as Klaus loomed over him, fingers wiggling. He aimed for his neck and Ben squeezed his eyes shut out of reflex, but Klaus just ruffled his hair one more time and flopped beside him, tucking his hands behind his head.

  "Don't worry. I'm done. For now." The two of them finally relaxed side by side, feeling the sun on their faces and buzzing with happiness, Ben still letting out the occasional wheeze as he pulled himself together. He couldn't even look at Klaus or he would start laughing all over again, so he and his brother settled for watching the clouds. Meditation was great, but what they needed this time was to be loud and silly and feel every part of the day they could.

"You're so dead." Ben said once he had recovered. He honestly felt like he could have fallen asleep right there and then after that tickle attack, but his need for vengeance was giving him a second wind.

"No, you," Klaus countered, though maybe not giving the response as much thought as he should have.

 Ben looked at Klaus in disbelief before rolling his eyes and pouncing on his brother as he shrieked out apologies in-between cackles, giving him his own chance to be overwhelmed with the sillies. He could have settled for a relaxing afternoon, but now it was time to make his brother pay. Ben had a feeling he had been asking for it and it just felt so good to make contact with anyone again. Especially when he got to mess up Klaus' hair as well.