#you naughty little sausage

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Happy Birthday To This Cutie !!

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, fluff, sneaking around, getting caught, oral, risky sex

📝 author's note: 📝 this is the final part of a piece of my writing, and it's not necessary you read the other parts but if you'd like to you'll just have more context and more of a build up :) here is part one, and here is part two 💖

✍️ Summary: ✍️ After a few days of sneaking around with Chris and doing naughty things with him while on a vacation with him and his brothers, you guys plan to have sex for the first time, but the biggest obstacle is hiding it from Nick and Matt.

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road trippin' part three

Once we got out to the lobby, our faces lit up. The glorious aroma of various breakfast foods filled the air. There was coffee, orange juice, sausage, bacon, eggs, potatoes, biscuits and gravy, muffins, hot cereal, any breakfast food we could ever dream of really. We got ourselves plates full of our favorite foods and sat down to eat. We were laughing and smiling, feeding each other, and cracking jokes. I loved being around Chris. Our energies flowed so easily when we were alone together.

Soon, Nick and Matt came down to join us. "Wow, you're up early, Chris," Matt commented. I was normally happy to see the other brothers, but I associated them with having to police myself. Of course I could look at Chris, and laugh at his jokes, but I couldn't stare lovingly into his eyes or get lost in his smile with them around, so I made sure not to let my gaze or my touch linger too long on Chris when we interacted. I realllly did like sneaking around, though. I found myself wondering what Nick or Matt would do if they caught us, or what they would think if they knew their brother had me cumming all over his fingers the night before and cumming all over his tongue this morning. I didn't know why, but the idea of having a little secret and getting found out just made the whole situation that much hotter.

But there was another part of me that didn't want to hide. There was a part of me who wanted to hold his hand and kiss him, and not have to worry about it all being a secret. All four of us spent the day together, mostly hanging out around the hotel, and Chris and I secretly texted back and forth. "Fake sick tonight when Matt and Nick go out for dinner. I'll order us something, and we'll hang out just the two of us for our last night in town," Chris' text read.

Later that night, I put on the oscar-winning performance, Nick and Matt totally bought it. "You know, I think someone should stay here to look after her. She seems pretty sick," Chris said to his brothers. "That's really nice of you, Chris," Nick said, volunteering Chris, which was his plan anyway. Matt shot Chris a look like he knew he was up to something. But they still went out, leaving Chris and me alone.

Food that Chris ordered arrived shortly after the two boys left. Chris and I sat on my bed, feeding each other french fries, drinking our milkshakes, and talking about how we didn't want to leave the next day.

After us talking about our favorite things about the trip and finishing our food, we started kissing, rolling around the bed, messing up all the sheets, and removing our clothes. "I wanna see it," I said, pinching my lip between my teeth while I was straddling Chris. "Yeah, I guess you couldn't see much last night in the dark," Chris said, biting his lip back at me while I fiddled with the waistband of his pajama pants. I climbed off of him so he could take them off. He was already hard, his mushroom tip engorged, and it curved slightly to the left. He curled his fingers around his veiny shaft and started slowly moving it up and down. "Do you like it?" He asked, capturing my attention with the pre-cum glimmering as it slowly formed on the tip. I looked into his dreamy, glazed-over eyes and nodded.

I leaned down and slurped up his juices, and he let out a soft moan. I continued making soft circles with my tongue around the head, and I watched as he tossed his head back, his expression overcome by ecstasy. I wrapped my lips around it and took what I could into my mouth, and stroked the rest with my hand. He lowered his gaze to my mouth and the way I was hungrily taking in so much of him. "Fuck I love watching you do that," Chris whimpered, licking his lips. I loved watching him and the way his face was so expressive about how he was feeling. I focused my attention on the head, licking that sweet spot on the back of his cock where it meets the shaft, and I listened as his delicious sounds filled the room. I created some suction while my tongue danced across all his sensitive areas, and he peered down at me with a look of desperation and desire, his features softening while he started to come undone.

I loved how we didn't have to be quiet, unlike this morning and the night before. I loved experiencing his pleasure vicariously through him, through his sweet little noises and the way his eyebrows furrowed into a tightened expression while I brought him to the edge. I felt his sticky white fluid spurt across my tongue while he throbbed inside of my mouth and let out a final whimper. "Oh my god," Chris uttered breathlessly after he came. I noticed he was way less dominant this time and basically let me have my way with him however I wanted and let me be in complete control of the blowjob, which really turned me on. And I loved leaving him satisfied.

"Please let me ride you," I whispered to Chris after he started to recover from his climax. "Listen, I really want to, but we only have like ten minutes before my brothers walk through that door," Chris said checking his phone, "and honestly I just wanna hold you until then." This made me smile. "Maybe I can ride you tonight after the boys fall asleep," I said, putting my clothes back on and making my bed. "I would fucking love that," Chris said, holding out his arms for me to embrace him. And we cuddled in my bed until Matt's car pulled into the parking lot.

When they walked in, Chris and I were on our own separate beds, ignoring each other. "You feeling any better?" Matt inquired when he saw me. "What? Oh, I mean, a little bit. I think I have a stomach bug," I responded. "A stomach bug, huh? But you were feeling fine enough to eat a burger and fries from Five Guys?" Matt said, examining the trash we hadn't thrown out yet. I shot a look at Chris, unsure what to say. "I ate all that food, idiot. I just got her a milkshake," Chris said, not even looking up at Matt. "Yup. Haven't thrown it up yet," I said, smiling at Matt. He made a disgusted face at us both. I was worried he was onto us or at least suspecting something.

And I didn't want Chris to know, but I was falling for him. And we hadn't had the "what are we" conversation. We hadn't even discussed if this was something that was going to continue after our roadtrip was over and we were back in Boston, and because of that, I was dreading it coming to an end. Being on vacation with Chris felt like a fairytale that I never wanted to come to a close.

I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, but I saw Chris behind me in the mirror when I came up from splashing cold water on my face. He slid his arms around my waist, nestled his smile into my neck and whispered, "I can't wait to fuck you silly tonight." I felt his erection on my back as he did this. Despite having cum like five times in the last 24 hours, he had me needing more. As soon as we both heard footsteps coming closer to the bathroom, Chris released his grip on me and picked up his toothbrush. When Matt walked up on us in the bathroom, we were both nonchalantly brushing our teeth, standing a few feet apart. Matt stood between us and grabbed his own toothbrush. "Listen, I don't know what the fuck you guys are hiding, but I'm gonna find out," Matt said sternly. Chris and I both got wide-eyed and I nearly choked as I tried to spit into the sink. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I responded in a hushed voice, so Nick wouldn't hear. "I know you guys are up to no good," Matt responded. "The way you both stayed back while we got food last night, the way you guys were looking at each other while we were eating, texting back and forth all day, the way you just faked sick on our last night and both had an excuse to hang back again?" Fuck, well when he put it like that, it seemed like we were really bad at sneaking around. We both stayed silent. "See? Neither one of you are denying it. And I don't know what the hell you guys have cooked up, but just know I'm one step ahead of you, and I'm gonna figure out whatever prank it is you're trying to pull on me," Matt said pointing sternly at us both. I felt a sigh of relief come over both Chris and me. Oh, thank god. Matt's just being paranoid about us fucking with him. At least he doesn't know we're fucking with each other instead. "Oh my god Matt, you're so paranoid. Why would we prank you?" Chris said, a smile creeping across his face as he look at me in the mirror, feeding into Matt's suspicions. "See? I knew it! Watch yourselves. You guys think you're slick, but I see everything," Matt threatened. And he started brushing his teeth. I rolled my eyes and made my way to my bed that Chris had I had done unspeakable things to each other in earlier. I was relieved that Matt didn't immediately jump to the correct conclusion, which was that Chris and I were sneaking around and getting each other off any chance we could get, but he was picking up on the energy between Chris and me, which made me nervous. He knew we were being sneaky, and I also knew Matt was going to be paying extra attention to the way Chris and I were interacting. We had to be extra careful from here on out. But that wasn't exactly gonna start tonight, because I still hadn't gotten to fuck Chris, and it was our last night before we pack up and go back home. Who knows? Tonight might be the only chance. Once I got into my bed, I texted Chris, "Make extra sure Matt is asleep before you come over to my bed tonight."

A few hours later, both Nick and Matt were asleep. Once Chris came over to my bed, he kissed me deeply. He immediately shoved his hand down the front of my panties. "Mmm already wet, I see?" He quietly cooed. I blushed, but he couldn't tell in the dark room. I didn't say anything. I just started taking his clothes off, and I pushed him up against the wall behind the head of the bed, and I straddled him. "I need you," he whispered into my ear as he moved my panties to the side.

I slowly lowered myself onto him, and I savored every inch as it slowly filled me. We both softly exhaled once he was all way inside. It didn't take long for me to get used to him, it didn't take long before it was getting difficult to stay at a slow pace to keep from waking the brothers. "Mmm so tight," Chris purred into my ear, in which I responded by riding a little faster. He pulled up my t-shirt and started running his hands over my breasts, taking one of them into his mouth. I was overwhelmed by how incredible all the stimulation felt. I tried to stay quiet, but I found obscenities and Chris' name flowing from my lips while I pleasured myself on Chris' cock. "Shhh are you trying to get us caught?" Chris laughed at me, knowing I couldn't help it and slipped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. Sex with Chris was incredible, and having to be quiet almost made it harder to be. "Okay, darling, I need you to be quiet on your own okay? I need both hands for this," he smirked as he lifted me up by my hips and started thrusting.

At first, I was really good at holding back my whimpers, but it didn't take long before we were both approaching our climax, and our moans and panting definitely got out of hand. "Chris, what the fuck!?" We both heard Matt waking up and realizing what was going on, but it was too late. We were both teetering on an orgasm, and no matter how humiliated we both were, we couldn't stop.

I felt myself snap as Matt got up and turned on the light, and he definitely got a full view of me convulsing on Chris' cock as he finished me off with a few last strokes. Just then, Chris lifted me off of him, his dick coated in a layer of my fluids, and Matt couldn't help but to watch as Chris came into his hand while he rolled his eyes back and let out a loud "fuck," most likely a response to both the incredible pleasure coursing through his body and the fact that Matt had just witnessed the final seconds of it all. "Oh my god, I thought if I turned on the light, you sick fucks would stop!" Matt yelled. "Yeah, and I thought if you woke up while we were fucking, you'd pretend you didn't and go back to sleep, idiot." Chris said, covering himself with whatever piece of clothing was closest to him.

"What's happening?" Nick asked, poking his head over the couch and rubbing his eyes. I buried my face in my hands. "Oh, you know, they're just fucking in the bed next to me, that's all," Matt responded, rolling his eyes. "What the fuck? You two?" Nick pointed at us wide-eyed with his jaw on the floor. "Dude, I'm sorry, you don't understand how close I was when you turned on the light, I couldn't stop if I wanted to," Chris said, flustered, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "Yeah, trust me, I know. I was there," Matt gave his brother attitude. "Okay, let's not make this a whole thing. Can we just act like this never happened and go to bed?" Chris snapped back. "Yeah, but you're not sleeping in my bed with me," Matt snorted. "Wasn't planning on it, jackass. Now turn off the light," Chris told him. "Okay, but if you guys start getting it on again, I'm going downstairs and getting my own hotel room for the night," Matt responded. "Yeah, I'll be joining you Matt," Nick chimed in.

Matt turned off the light, everyone returned to their beds, but Chris stayed in mine. I had a million thoughts racing through my head. I was embarrassed, kind of turned on that we got caught like that, and ultimately confused as to why I had that reaction to the whole situation and what it meant going forward. I finally fell asleep in Chris' arms.

The next morning, when Chris and I woke up beside each other, we both smiled, and he kissed me. "Good morning, beautiful." My god, his morning voice was to die for. "Good morning," I smiled back. "I can't believe we got caught last night. Is it bad that I find it sort of hot?" I asked Chris.

"You guys make me sick," Matt said, turning over in his bed, apparently awake again. I blushed. "So what does this mean? You guys dating now?" Matt groggily asked, checking his phone. "Actually we hadn't gotten a chance to talk about it, Matt, but thanks for ruining the moment, because I was literally right about to ask," Chris said, turning to me, "do you wanna be my girlfriend?" I stared at him in silence for a few seconds. "You know, unless you were just fooling around and having fun, then I get that," Chris said, looking away and fidgeting with his hair. "No, I mean yes. I mean, no, it wasn't just fooling around to me, and yes, I do wanna be your girlfriend," I said, grinning. "Okay, good," Chris leaned in to kiss me. "Awh how cute," Matt said sarcastically, "now get the fuck up and help me pack." Chris leaned in and kissed me again, "I think I love you," he whispered, looking into my eyes. "I think I love you too."

[tarjapearce]

I'm just minding my own business, eating a nice hot Italian sausage sandwich, and my brain decided to do the naughty thinking

Imagine Miguel all pent up cause he hasn't been home cause our big man's a workaholic, and when he is home he's dead tired or you're busy too for whatever reason. You two finally get to sit down and have dinner for a little date night, he's just finally relaxing and ready to dig into the delicious meal you two made together, and the poor poor man looks up just in time to see your lips wrapped around a sausage or any other suggestive food item., and his brain just fries.

I never understood the food leading to dirty thoughts thing until one of my exes straight up forbid me from getting ice cream cones or popsicles on dates and he had to explain it. Now I just find it hilarious

Oh nonny, 🤭

Mild nsfw undercut. suggestive, Dirty minded Miguel ~

It didn't matter how heavy his shoulders felt like or how hefty they slumped, exhausted as he was, knowing you awaited him with welcoming arms was his reward after an extra busy day at HQ.

The Boss would find himself lost in your loving embrace, replenishing his energies with that gesture alone.

"Welcome home, Miggy"

Your voice was like a lullaby after the countless screams, barking orders to recruits that seemed to be slacking and so many complaints about the little malfunctions of his gizmo. But now, he was home with you, ready to prepare dinner.

Being a leader was exhausting, and when he was exhausted, he'd be hungry. Mostly of the times he'd be starving for you. Either just physical comfort like showering him in affection, playing with his hair or even letting him snuggle you on the bed or couch, whichever he plopped on first.

But other times it was the hunger for having you a trembling and breathless mess underneath him, mewling his name and pleading for more of him.

He chopped his share of vegetables as you cooked other things next to him. The little chat about his day turned into little playful bites on his arm, trying to light his mood up.

"Go sit down, I'll serve. You're tired."

"I'm okay, corazón."

You slapped his butt gently and smooched him, "None of that. You always work hard. Lemme spoil you, ok? Go sit."

Knowing that arguing with you was futile, he went to his seat and you served him one of his favorite comfort foods.

Huevos rancheros, some chile con queso and some spicy sausages. The way his lips burned at the spicy food was one of your preferred faces he made whenever eating along a tall glass of lemonade.

He dug right in after you sat next to him, devouring his food like he hadn't eaten in a long time, and knowing him, he probably hadn't have a nutritious meal in the past days. He groaned in delight at your seasoning.

"You'll choke, sweetheart. Do you want more?"

"I'll get it, it's ok."

He was about to stand up when his eyes darted towards you and your lips. Pouty and kissable lips perfectly molded in the round shape of the sausage. His Adam's apple bobbed as you bit down gently on it, letting the taste invade your mouth with a satisfied groan.

Some of the meats juices scurried away in the corner of your lips, one of your fingers dabbed away the little droplets before sucking it off your finger. His brain was entering an override. Lips parted as you took another bite, a little groan rumbled at the base of his throat as his eyes fixed on the degluting motion of your throat.

Just the way it moved when he slid in and out of your mouth, using your warm crevice in a more creative and delicious way. Your tongue peeked to lick your bottom lip, cleaning the saucy mix off it to then release it with an inaudible pop.

"You okay?" Big, round bunny eyes stared at him innocently.

"Yeah..." He tore his eyes away from you. Cause he knew that if he kept staring, he'd just throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom where he'd make a trembling mess out of you. Tiredness slowly abandoned his body.

How could such mundane thing had turned his gears this way was beyond him.

"So good" You mumbled at the taste of the sauce he had done. His cock twitched almost involuntarily. Oh how he remembered the other intonations of such phrase, specially when he buried himself deep enough in your tight and moist walls.

"Miguel?"

His hands slicked his hair back, trying to placate his thoughts.

"Si?"

"Do you want more?"

He'd always want more, that wasn't even a question. Would it be too selfish to just rip your clothes off and bend you over the kitchen and raw you silly until your legs gave out?

Focus

But how could he when you were slurping the sausage off? Was it intentional? No. You were just hungry and he was definitely being dirty minded.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, amor."

Lies. He wasn't fine and his cock certainly wasn't fine either, as it grew painfully tight in his sweatpants.

"Oh, you have something in your lips"

You'd dab away the sauce off him, to then lick it off.

Dios mío...

He stood gently to then pry the dishes away from your hands and threw you over his shoulder. It had been the last straw

"M-Miguel!" You giggled as he marched towards the bedroom. Exhaustion abandoning him completely.

Yeah, he'd be always hungry for something more.

[jeonride]

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[just-another-star-47]

Because I never hated you

Gryffindor House Party - Or the reason why Sebastian starts calling MC 'kitten'

Some teasing, a little bit of flirting and a tad drinking - featuring the good old Slytherin and Gryffindor chemistry.

I actually planned it to be a lot more.. naughty. But I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood, so it's just a little teasing.

It was a tradition that the house whose prefects went home for the Christmas holidays had to organise a house party. And this year, Gryffindor was one of those houses.

Firewhiskey and butterbeer were smuggled into the common room in small quantities from Hogsmeade over several weeks, an agreement with a group of house elves ensured snacks and food and several bottles of good red wine ensured that the lady in the portrait turned a blind eye when more than just Gryffindor students mumbled the correct password.

While the younger students were banished to their rooms, the older ones sat together comfortably.

At least until the Slytherin students arrived. The atmosphere in the room changed, the rivalry clearly noticeable even during the party. Again and again, biting jibes were thrown out, jibes that continued to escalate over the course of the evening.

"If you're as hard-drinking as you are pass-catching, you'd better switch to water, MC," Imelda sneered before pouring herself another drink and leaning closer to Sebastian, who had taken a seat on a couch with other sixth years.

"If your intemperance with stupid sayings reflects your intemperance with alcohol, I'd better take this off your hands," MC grabbed her glass and drained it in one go before pushing it back into her hand with an expressionless face.

"Oh, suddenly someone's showing their claws," Imelda hisses, setting the glass down on the table in front of her with her lips pressed together.

"Don't think you're that important, MC, you may think you're a dangerous lion, but you're nothing more than a harmless kitten."

"Says the grass snake who dreams of being a cobra."

Sebastian watched the exchange of blows with amusement, leaning one arm on the back of the couch and slowly bringing his drink to his lips.

MC's eyes darted in his direction: "I don't know what there is to grin about."

Surprised, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and lifted his free hand dramatically upwards, while his grin widened rather than disappearing.

"I apologise profusely."

"And rightly so," she returned caustically, and turned away from him without waiting for his reply.

Shortly afterwards, she made her way to the table of snacks, her eyes darting over the offerings before she decided on a sausage roll. With crumbly fingers, she munched curiously on the dish prepared by the house elves and tried to recognise which ingredients they had added.

"Jealous?"

She only had to turn her head slightly to look into Sebastian's mischievously twinkling eyes. With a grin, he brushed a few crumbs from her lower lip with his thumb, his chest lightly touching her back.

"Maybe in your dreams..." she snorted, narrowing her eyes and pushing his hand away from her face. He heaved a sigh of mock frustration and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I take it, that my little brat is back again?"

"She was never gone."

He laughed and bit into her neck tenderly as his arms wrapped around her waist:

"I remember a very different moment."

His grip on her tightened: "A moment when my good girl called me Sir."

Her cheeks began to glow, and she felt one of the crumbs get stuck in her throat, causing her to cough momentarily.

"That was an accident."

"Of course..." she could feel the vibration of his suppressed laughter tingling through her body and rolled her eyes.

"You're such an incredibly annoying idiot."

Now she could hear his laughter echoing in her ears, and it sent a warm shiver through her body that spreads to her fingertips.

She grabbed his arms crossed in front of her stomach and held them gently, causing Sebastian to blow a kiss on her cheek.

"See... such a good girl."

He held her tightly, laughing, as she grumbled and tried to free herself from his embrace, his cheek pressed against hers.

"Or what did Imelda call you? Kitten?"

"Oh, don't you dare!"

"So maybe a little jealous after all, huh?"

Before she could protest further, Sebastian turned her round and pressed her against the table, his hands on either side of her body, his nose touching hers. The movement and the clinking of plates caused some of the students present to look in their direction and raise their eyebrows in surprise.

"Eyes stay with me."

Sebastian whispered, pressing his body even closer against hers.

"Attention stays with me."

His lips gently touched hers as he closed his eyes.

"That's my girl."

His kiss became more demanding, and she tasted the whiskey on his tongue as a familiar fire began to burn in the pit of her stomach and spread rapidly throughout her body.

"I think you're really going to be my little kitten."

He mumbled against her lips and cupped her face with his hands.

"You're drunk," she mumbled back, nibbling on his bottom lip, "so I'll let that comment of yours slip."

"Oh, believe me, I'm fully aware of what I'm saying."

He grinned and pulled her closer to him, his hands slowly gliding over her body as he hid his face in her neck.

"You're definitely drunk."

She couldn't help but grin as she hugged him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Maybe a little, piseag..."

[sweetaliencheeks]

M A S T E R L I S T

JUST THE TWO:

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.

THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.

THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?

THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY

There’s an unexpected package at your door.

THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.

THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.

THE ONLY ONE WHERE HE’S TALL Please, I don’t know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good idea… Also, kinda naughty.

THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasn’t bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didn’t you?

THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride moment…

THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.

THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.

THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you don’t wanna say, and do things you don’t wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!

THE ONE WHERE HE LOSES

Gotta keep your eyes on the prize.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?

THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddy…

THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, we’re all suckers for the “I’m going to my best friend’s wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with him” trope. And come on, who doesn’t love a wedding?

THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER

Julia Roberts would be so jealous…

THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE

After you’ve died, any moment is good.

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

What song are you?

WITH THE GUARDIANS

THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and he’s very bad at keeping secrets.

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends aren’t that good with feelings.

THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literal…

THE ONE WHERE SHE ADMITS IT

You tell Peter how you feel while waiting for

Rocket to come back to the living (gotg3)

So I followed the advice of my lovely readers and finally got around to do a masterlist so it’s easier to find everything! Let me know if I forgot anything. I was actually surprised by how many fics I have written over the years, and I want to say how grateful I am for your support and kind words 🤍

Also, I want to precise that although some of the titles contain the pronouns “she/her”, the fics are mostly gender neutral. I’ll get around to fix the titles eventually!

Keep rocking you beautiful space babies

[hardstraykidshours]

THIS ...

literally anything about this pretty please 🥺🙏🏻 Thank you 🖤

oh bestie. bestieeeeeeeeeee. listen, the little gears in my head were turning with this one. it was so fun to write. i need to be put in my place by chan.

i hope you like it! (also sorry it took literally 8 million years to write)

<3 courtney & abbie

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pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!chan, sub!reader, low key brat tamer!chan, thigh slap, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, cum play

for some reason, your mind was in the gutter today. well actually, you know the reason. you're super horny, but you're out running errands with your boyfriend chan, so there isn't really anything you can do about it right now. that means that to cope you basically find a way to make a sly little dirty joke to him at any possible moment.

chan has no qualms showering you in love and affection out in public, but dirty talk or anything sexual (whether it's a joke or not) is something he always saves for the privacy of your shared apartment. so when you decided to keep cracking raunchy jokes while out and about? let's just say he wasn't having it.

take the grocery store incident for example.

"do you want sausage for dinner?" he asks, looking at the selection.

you lean really close to him and whisper in his ear. "i want your sausage for dinner."

chan rolls his eyes and playfully shoves you. "behave."

or the coffee shop incident.

"you see the sweet cream cold foam i got on my coffee?" you point. "that's not the only sweet cream i want."

chan lets out a nervous laugh, glancing around to make sure no one heard. "behaaaaave."

or the clothing store incident.

"do you like these jeans on me?" chan asks, walking out of the dressing room.

"i would like those jeans better on the bedroom floor," you say with a snicker.

chan leans down and kisses you on the cheek before whispering in your ear. "i thought i said behave."

each of these incidents and every other one in between earned a grin from you and a feigned frown from chan, but something about that last one really stuck with you. he didn't seem to be taking it as lighthearted as he had the rest of the day, and you're now wondering what he's planning.

after finishing up your errands, you both head home and begin putting away the groceries.

"so," he begins, breaking the silence that had fallen over the kitchen. "you care to explain your behavior today?"

you let out a shy giggle, suddenly realizing how embarrassing some of the stuff you said today really was.

"sorry," you say as you hand him groceries to put in the fridge. "i was...i guess i'm just really horny."

"oh i can tell," chan states, closing the fridge and making his way closer to you. "i can definitely tell."

he inches closer and closer to you until you're stuck between him and the counter, your face growing red from heat. he starts to kiss along your jawline, and you already feel yourself growing wetter now that your neediness might actually be satiated. chan suddenly lifts you so you're sitting on the counter.

"you just had to say all those naughty things in public today while you were wearing this pretty little dress. when you knew i couldn't do anything about it..." he whispers against your neck as his hands slowly scoot the hem of your sundress higher up your thighs. you throw your head back, reeling for any sort of contact.

"sorry, i-" you gasp out in between a few soft moans as chan gently rubs your thighs, inching your dress even higher until your panties are fully exposed. "i shouldn't have joked like that, that was out of character, even for me."

"no, you shouldn't have," he says as he issues a gentle slap to your thigh, making you mewl in pleasure, a white hot bolt of arousal shooting through you. "but you did anyways. you just couldn't behave."

he continues to places kisses along your neck and collarbone as he hand dips between your legs, feeling your clothed pussy with his fingers. he grins against your skin when he feels how wet you are through your panties. "i honestly shouldn't even give in to it. i should just leave you here all horny like this. but...you've got me hot and bothered now too, so i guess we'll both just have to give each other what we need."

he gently brushes his index finger over your covered clit, making your breath hitch.

"channie, please," you moan.

without saying a word, chan snakes your panties down your legs, leaving your sundress on. you're still sitting on the countertop, and goosebumps form on your skin when you feel the cold counter come in contact with your hot skin.

chan's lips crash onto yours, and your tongues immediately begin to dance together. his fingers their way between your thighs, and he runs them through your dripping wet folds. he moans against your mouth when he feels you, sending shivers down your spine.

slowly, he pushes two fingers inside you, making you momentarily detach your lips from his to let out a gaspy breath. almost immediately after, your mouth finds its way back onto his. he pushes his fingers in and out of you, curling slightly to hit your sweet spot while his thumb makes nimble work of your clit. while he continues his work, you reach down and palm him through his jeans, rubbing him slowly and feeling him grow harder under your touch.

you both work each other up like this for quite sometime, lips only breaking contact for small breaths and raspy moans.

"chan," you finally say.

"yes, baby girl," he coos.

"need you inside," you plead.

chan makes quick work of his belt and zipper, only pulling his pants and underwear down enough to pull his cock free.

"touch me, baby girl," chan commands. you happily comply, desperate to feel him.

you take his cock in your hand and pump it several times, using his precum as lube to make your hand slide easier. this earns a strangled moan from him, making you smirk, loving the effect you have on him. you inch yourself forward slightly so you're sitting on the very edge of counter, allowing him easier access to your cunt. you align his cock with your entrance, and he slowly pushes himself in.

"fuck," he groans when he bottoms out. no matter how many times chan is inside you, you don't think you'll ever be used to his size, reveling in the way he makes you feel so full. and he'll never get used to how your cunt hugs him so perfectly, practically sucking him in.

"please move, channie," you beg.

"well since you asked so nicely," he teases with a kiss to your temple.

he begins to thrust in and out of you, lewd sounds of hearty moans and skin against skin echoing around the kitchen. he holds on to the underside of your thighs for leverage, allowing himself to go deeper and hit all the right spots inside of you every single time. the feeling of it makes your pussy clench around him.

"shit, baby girl, that feels so good," he grunts as he places kisses along the parts of your breasts that are exposed from your low cut dress. he drops one of your thighs and uses his free hand to rub circles on your clit.

"just like that," you moan in reassurance. you throw your head back in pleasure, having to place one of your hands on the counter behind you for support while the other tangles itself in chan's hair. the new angle allows chan even better access to leave hickies on your tits. you feel that familiar knot building in your stomach, and you know you won't last long.

"chan, close," is all you can manage to get out.

"me too. cum with me, baby girl," chan lifts his head to place a soft kiss on your lips as he continues his motions with fervor.

the knot in your stomach breaks as your orgasm comes washing over you, moans of chan's name slip past your lips as your legs shake. your walls flutter around chan's cock as he cums deep inside in you, hips stuttering against you as you feel him twitch in our pussy, painting it with himself. low grunts and your name are the only things that manage to escape him. he continues to slowly grind in and out of you as he attempts to drain every last ounce of pleasure from both your bodies. once he pulls out, you fall forward slightly, relaxing against him as you hug him for support.

"wow," you sigh as you catch your breath.

"wow," chan says in reply.

you lift yourself up slightly, so you're looking at each other. "if this is what misbehaving gets me, maybe i should misbehave more often."

you both let out small giggles before chan places a tender kiss on your cheek.

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Ok, you've got me on board for the naughty sleepovers but some of us needs us some Benny DeMarcoooooooooo...!

You know you’re onto a good thing when the Benny Girlies™️ (all inclusive) show up for it. And now, I’ll admit this took some serious thought and research, I knew when I began this endeavor there’d be one or two men where I’d have to admit I was a little stumped initially. Or in the case of Demarco, I love him dearly but I had to overcome my almost brotherly feelings for him to dish up what was asked. In the end I think we could say I overcame that hurdle juuuuussst fine.

Welcome to Cock-versations || Benny Demarco edition. Meatball, cover your ears and go with Mr. Cleven to get some treats for this one, we’ll let you back into the sleepover when it’s safe. Ever so much appreciation to @faegoddessog who came to me in my hour of need with slutty assurances and valued advice and key components found here-in.

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Length: quite longish

Coloring: a pretty and olivey-tan but perhaps a lovely magenta tip when he’s about to uh…blast off, as it were, tight, slightly uneven balls ☺️

Circumference: on the leaner side, very pokey, ok? fret not, he has what it takes to back it up so uh, discount him at your own peril. Size queens may find him lacking, cervix itchers are gonna wife him up, let’s be real, it’s Benny Demarco, give him a chance, damnit, your monster dildo doesn’t have his charm and pretty brown eyes either.

A word on the veins: not very veiny, almost a sorta inflated sausage kinda situation, smooth and with a smaller head

Additional aspects to consider: he adores you, he himself is a precious, cocky and confidant man utterly in love, he was adopting a Marvin Gaye let’s get it on sorta vibe long before that was a groove, but brief and to the point with the actual sex but this is an oral king, I’m convinced, soft brown eyes are happiest and most pleasantly vacant when you’re sat on his face and depriving him of oxygen.

Extracurricular observations: this cock? Excellent for anal tbh

[emotionallychargedtowel]

the best blond singing pirate in tokusatsu

I’ve been doing a Zenkaiger rewatch while I take screenshots for my Stacey-themed side blog (@demonprincesuteishi) and sometimes there are shots of Mashiko Atsuki’s character, Zox Goldtsuiker,* that I can't resist grabbing as well. I know Mashiko has lots of fans on here, many of them MPW fans who aren't familiar with his role on Zenkaiger, so I thought I'd post some highlights.

The one above is from a favorite scene of mine, from the Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger vs. Kiramager vs. Sentaiger movie. It's Zox and Captain Marvelous from Gokaiger being pirates together, featuring a truly sublime finger-gun.

About to face a nemesis in the rain; wearing his Rudolph hat and big sparkly bow tie for Christmas; when a magical kotatsu turned him into a cat

When he was the King of Kashiwa Mochi; pissed off about a tennis game; when Stacey tried to get him to betray Kaito

Being a naughty schoolboy with his sister; eating a little sausage; the evil bizarro version of Zox who went around besmirching his name (you can tell he's evil because he has beautiful eyeliner wings)

Staring down an impostor; when he turned into a yankii stereotype with a mullet; doing his "huh"/"wow" face

In conclusion, if you haven't already, you should watch Zenkaiger. Mashiko Atsuki is excellent in it.

*Character names get romanized in a lot of different ways in tokusatsu because show creators make up names that don't match up with any real type of name in any language or culture. So Zox is sometimes romanized as Zocks, and his family name can be Goldtsuiker or Goldtweaker (I think I saw a third romanization somewhere as well).

[jo-harrington]

This is a weird Store Manager Verse thing that will never make it into the larger story.

Store Manager Verse started with me revisiting my journey as a retail store manager but then evolved into something about…sharing food memories and experiences with someone new through Eddie and SM’s not-dates. Again, some based on personal experiences.

TW: Food/Eating, and maybe some personal growing up italian american experiences but…I’m in my feelings tonight so I need the overarching theme of showing affection through food. (Im crying into my dinner, please leave me alone).

Tonight for dinner I’m eating Chef Boyardee. Obviously the thought in this fandom immediately goes to Eddie.

I have had Chef Boyardee a grand total of once in my life before tonight. I was five years old. It was a jarring contrast versus my nonna’s homemade ravioli, and even more jarring still because she had just passed away. It was an emotional experience, and I vowed never to eat it again.

So let’s imagine now…you’re the Claire’s Store Manager now. Far away from home and living on your own. No family to cook with you, you just have your little handwritten recipe book that went from your grandma to your grandpa to you. All the family recipes, even those you haven’t memorized yet.

And here’s Eddie, who is helping you embrace your newfound independence and identity, one convenience store snack at a time. He’s enjoying seeing the brightness in your eyes and the joy. And one Sunday, after you promised to make pasta for him…you have the worst and the longest day. It was a horrible Sunday, everything that could go wrong did, including several consecutive piercings with screaming babies.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart,” Eddie soothes after hours as he’s giving you a much-needed hug. “It’s just a bad day.” He’s had his share of them now, and you reassured him after all of them.

“I just…can’t make dinner tonight,” you tell him. “I know you were looking forward to it.”

Carbonara sauce and heaps of parm. You were looking forward to it too.

“How about I take care of dinner tonight. Don’t worry. Lemme make a stop and I’ll meet you at your place.”

And he does.

He arrives at your apartment laden with bags from Bradley’s Big Buy. You expected some kind of greasy bag from a drive thru, so it’s a surprise when he sits you down on your couch with a glass of lemonade and takes full ownership of the kitchen.

You hear the pots banging, the oven going, dishes clacking.

And it smells pretty good. You’re intrigued. You knew Eddie’s cooking repertoire by now and while he certainly aced Home Ec, this didn’t seem like his wheelhouse. Color you impressed.

“Alright, close your eyes, no peeking,” he tells you. Throws a dish towel at your face to really make sure you don’t look. And he bustles out of the kitchen, juggling plates and a tray and a handful of cutlery.

Then he tells you it’s safe to look and it’s…

Easy Cheese on Crackers, and a Sara Lee All Butter Pound Cake that he’d warmed in the oven, and two bowls of Spaghetti-O’s.

You can’t help but laugh. A silly little giggle. Your heart…so full.

“Eddie this is…”

“I did good didn’t I? We haven’t had any of this.”

He’s beaming.

How can you tell him…that you hate Chef Boyardee?

You tried it once. Begged for it at the store. But it was the antithesis of your upbringing. Of your grandma in the basement kitchen making homemade sausage once a week or grandpa who came home from the home from his factory job and opened can after can of tomatoes to make a big pot of sauce for the whole family.

He let you take a heel of a loaf of bread to dunk as it bubbled on the stove. A secret to be kept between the two of you. None of your cousins ever got the honor.

How could canned pasta ever hold a candle to that?

Still you fawn over the dinner, over Eddie’s efforts. You fully savor the tacky, savory easy cheez on ritz and even pretend you’re being a little naughty by indulging in dessert first with the pound cake.

You just can’t hide your lackluster reaction when it’s time to put the pasta…if you can call it that…into your body.

“This is a treat,” Eddie explains enthusiastically. “Mom didn't really like the Beef Ravioli but Spaghetti-os were her favorite. And then when she was gone, Rick always had a few cans in the cupboard to surprise me for an after school snack. Shit I’m pretty sure he still does.”

He scarfs down the delicacy and your stomach turns further when you realize…

You cant disappoint him like this.

So you load up the spoon and you cringe a little as you raise it to your mouth. And you think about…Eddie being more important than your stupid snobbish childhood.

He stares at you as you take that first bite.

And it’s…perfect.

You’re not at the stove with your grandpa. You’re not with your family. You’re with Eddie. A different experience but nonetheless important and special.

You can see him sitting at the table after school, doodling on his homework sheets instead of doing math as he shoveled spoonfuls of the too-sweet sauce and noodles onto his mouth. You can see Rick mixing a pitcher of Country Time lemonade for Eddie’s mom so she could kick her feet up and listen to records with an ice cold glass after her shift. You can see them all enjoying pound cake on a special occasion; maybe Eddie getting an A on a test or his mom’s birthday or something.

It’s his life, his history that he shares with you willingly. Just like you share yours so openly with him.

“Well?” He asks. “Verdict?”

And what else could you say? But how you feel? About the spaghetti-os. About the little ritual the two of you had started. About…about Eddie himself, even though you couldn’t admit it outright just yet.

“I love it.”

[kankuroplease]

Ok naughty ask time... Of both canon characters and your blorbos, who are showers and who are growers? 🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐

We’re talking meats?? Don’t mind if I do 🥴

Obviously penis talk about my faves under the cut~

Hashirama: grower, but it’s kind of intimidating. How much is too much? That’s probably what his erection looks like.

Tobirama: another shower that shouldn’t be allowed to wear dress pants and sweats. He’s just not cocky about it 🥁

Madara: he’s a SHOWER. Absolutely lethal in grey sweatpants.

Kakashi: I’m going with a combination. Decent length and girth flaccid, but that growth when he’s aroused? Very impressive. He’s name sounds like cock, c’mon

Yamato: sweet plant is a grower~ might get stuck in a cockring, so be careful with that

Iruka: he’s a grower and adorably proud in his “I told you so!” Moment with his partners

Gai: he’s a grower. People count him out but he’s just bushy and not aroused yet 😘

Genma: he’s also mixture of grower and shower. Like, it can get bigger, just depends on his excitement level.

Ibiki: I may not be able to draw him, but I can still think about his dick a grower that would be a tight fit for anyone

Shino: Shower. He’s packing too 👀

Kiba: he’s a prideful grower and he’ll be mad if his size is brought up before he gets a chance to prove there’s more 🤣

Naruto: nervous grower. Probably wouldn’t want you to see him flaccid but he’s also ready to go almost always, so no worries

Choji: grower, obviously. Just tell him what you want 🥴

Shikamaru: grower. He may be a bit lazy but that dick isn’t and it’s beautiful.

Lee: he’s a shower 🤭

Suigetsu: cheapskate grower he’s really a shower. Is it growing or is he doing some weird technique? You’ll never know, but it’s going to messy

Juugo: shower that’s self conscious about possibly punching a kidney

Kisame: he’s a double grower if you know what I mean. So do you want number one, number two, or double stuffing🥴🦈

Itachi: he’s a shower and it’s pretty and perfect. Not too much, not too little. Fight me ✨

Obito: grower that makes a show of it 😈

Kakuzu: technically a shower (with a LOT to see), but can do some strange thread things so??

Yahiko: shower~

Nagato: he’s a grower that has 6 back ups for you to find out about 😭

Gaara: the cutest grower you’ll ever meet.

Kankuro: also a proud grower. Suna sausage deluxe.

Omoi: he’s a shower and is probably self conscious about it

C: is for cock. He’s a grower!

Darui: he’s a grower. The type that would catch you off guard lol

Orochimaru: may not be a fave but it grows, it shows, it vanishes… good luck 🫡

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Fought and Felled

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR LEVEL 100. HUGE SPOILERS.

Agi confronts a villain and reflects on one who came before. SFW.

With G’raha, Krile, and Wuk Lamat gone, Agnes Varlineau was left with giant robot Sphene? Suppose the form doesn’t matter. But for my dear Wuk Lamat…

“Sphene, I’m giving you one last chance to stop this.”

The machine lurched forward and readied for battle.

“No.”

As I thought.

You are set on your path.

You cannot be deterred.

Like him.

But unlike him…

“You.” Agnes growled, clenching her fists. “You violate the laws of nature, pervert the course of souls into the lifestream, and you expect us to simply roll over for you?” The rage that had been building inside her for frankly most of this little trip was spilling over. “Listen to me, you little brat---I have fought and felled your betters. Emet Selch was a more worthy opponent than your sniveling, passive aggressive, deluded ass, Your Majesty.” She reached into one of her skirt pockets and showed the machine Master A-Towa-Cant’s soulstone, which was floating above her hand, engulfed in white flames. “For your crimes against the laws of nature,” the white flames grew as she raised her voice. “For you trying to squander the future entrusted to me,” Hades, I will not let you down. “The future I fought for with flesh and blood and magic and sacrifice…”

For you, my beloved children. For you, my love. For you, Mum. For my friends. For everyone.

For those we have lost. For those we can yet save.

“You will die by my hand.”

It’s time.

In her other hand, unknown to the machine, was a crystal.

Thanks for leaving me these super powerful Crystals of Light, Hydaelyn.

The white mage soulstone disappeared.

Agnes held the Crystal of Light in her right hand, over her heart.

For all those I carry with me, it will not end here.

Not here.

Not now.

Not ever.

Then she smirked.

“O Phoenix, come unto me! Let us cleanse the land with fire and breathe life into it once more!” Feathery-looking flames surrounded the Warrior of Light, who was still smirking.

Get fucked, Sphene.

“LET US BECOME ONE!”

***

“By the Fury, woman, you did do it, didn’t you?” Estinien laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You naughty little sausage roll!”

His wife shrugged as she bit into her very yummy lizard taco. Estinien had, in fact, hunted the palatable lizard which they brought back to Tuliyollal and then those adorable children wanted to play with my grumpy dragon. So cute! Given her choice of cuts (because I just saved the world again and thanks should always be shown in food, free lodging, and of course, gil), she made lizard tacos for the two of them. The children are still with Mum in Costa del Sol. She told me earlier to “have some damn fun already with your husband.”

“The only ones who know about using the Crystals of Light that way are Y’shtola and Urianger.” We tested my theory about it in Dravania, and Twelve, did I set so many morbals on fire. “They know it’s a possibility,” Y’shtola knows. She gave her “I know what you did, Agi, and I think you’re a cheeky lady” look. Urianger…oh absolutely he knows I did it. “But I think I hid it well from the others.”

“Lied, Agi. You flat out lied!” He chuckled and sipped his beer. “Granted, the Azem crystal is always a good excuse to use.”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “You’re not wrong, love.” Finishing her taco, she smiled softly. “I’ll tell them eventually. I should have at least a few tricks up my sleeve they don’t know about.” She shuffled her chair next to his and leaned her head against his. A long arm wrapped around her broad shoulders and rubbed gently. “Besides, it wasn’t just the Crystal of Light empowering me this time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Closing her eyes, she sighed. “Nature was angry. Its righteous fury flowed through me as the star’s champion, as its defender. Master A-Towa’s soulstone was aflame the second we walked through the barrier into Heritage Found. I knew there was something terrible happening, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. The inherent…wrongness…of it all. I tried to tell them—” Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and reached for one of Estinien’s scarred hands. “No. No, I…I’m not going to let it eat at me. Not again.” Let it go, Agi. Let it go. It does no one, especially you, any good holding onto my frustrations and anger.

Her husband nodded. “Aye. Letting go is a good thing.” He turned his head and kissed her cheek. “So is dessert.” He winked as he squeezed her hand and then guided it further up his lap.

“You naughty man!” Agnes squealed as she laughed. At the same time, Estinien summoned Nidhogg’s strength to carry her to bed. “I love you!” she said with the biggest grin ever because I love my grumpy dragon so fucking much.

“I love you,” he murmured, laying her down on the bed in their cabin over the water, pale blue eyes filled with mirth. “But before anything else, the clothes must come off, Madame Varlineau.”

Of course, love.

[ohtumbly]

Mr. Tickle tickles everyone

Written by me

(It takes place around 2014)

Welcome to Misterland! It's a bright and sunny morning and everyone is getting up.

Mr. Tickle wakes up, and still in bed, used his long, wiggly arm to grab a biscuit downstairs. Then he jumped out of bed.

Mr. Tickle brushed his teeth, and cooked a fat sausage, a fried egg, and made tea, for breakfast.

Do you know what his breakfast looked like? Let's say the sausage looks like the number 1, and then the egg and the cup of tea, from the top, looked like a pair of zeros. Have you guessed it yet?

That's right! It looked like the number one-hundred.

And Mr. Tickle has hundreds of people to tickle today.

The first he tickled was after he opened the door. There was Mr. Stamp the postman, and Little Miss Giggles, helping Mr. Stamp deliver the mail.

"Good morning, Mr. Tickle!" Greeted Mr. Stamp the postman.

"Good morning!" Little Miss Giggles chuckled.

And before he could say anything further, Mr. Tickle tickled them, picked up the letters, and went off.

"Hahaha! Hahahahaha!" Laughed Little Miss Giggles, and she fell on the floor.

He went past Mr. Robinson's house and tickled Mr. Robinson from the window. He used his other hand to Tickle Mr. Small, after he walked out of his house.

Mr. Tickle continued tickling people he see. He tickled Mr. Tall.

He tickled Mr. Mean until he moaned,

he tickled Mr. Greedy until he groaned,

he tickled Little Miss Splendid until she sputtered,

he tickled Mr. Uppity until he uttered,

he tickled Little Miss Twins until she twirled,

he tickled Mr. Worry until he whirled,

he tickled Little Miss Sunshine until she shivered,

he tickled Mr. Quiet until he quivered.

He tickled Little Miss Stubborn until she stuttered.

He tickled Mr. Jelly until he jumped.

He tickled Little Miss Dotty until she danced.

He tickled Mr. Funny until he fell over.

He tickled Little Miss Wise until she whined.

He tickled Mr. Rush until he rocked.

He tickled Little Miss Quick until she questioned why.

He tickled Mr. Cheerful until he chuckled.

He tickled Little Miss Chatterbox until she stopped talking.

He tickled Mr. Forgetful until he remembered.

Mr. Tickle went to get eggs from Farmer Fields.

"Good morning, Farmer Fields! May I get some eggs from you, please?"

"Take your time, Mr. Tickle." Replied Farmer Fields.

Mr. Tickle went into the chicken coop, grabbed twelve eggs, put it in a basket, and went off. Then his long arms tickled the chickens.

He tickled not just the chickens, he tickled a cow, a pig, the ducks, the corn field, the wheat field, and Little Miss Tiny!

"Thank you Farmer Fields." Thanked Mr. Tickle, and he gave Farmer Fields one little tickle.

Mr. Tickle was on his way to Seatown, and came across a schoolhouse. He tickled the teacher, a boy with glasses, a girl with pigtails, and Jack Robinson, in his daydream! Out comes Mr. Daydream, laughing on Jack's desk.

He continued his way to Seatown and walked by the doctor's office. He tickled Mr. Sneeze, Mr. Bump, Little Miss Shy, and Doctor Makeyouwell.

Little Miss Naughty was waiting in a blue mailbox. She sees Mr. Tickle and tied his arms into a knot. That didn't stop Mr. Tickle, as he used his tickly fingers and tickled Little Miss Naughty.

He sees Mr. Grumpy leaving the grocery store. Mr. Tickle just can't help it, no matter how grumpy a guy can be. He tickled Mr. Grumpy, and his grocery fell on the floor.

Mr. Tickle arrived at Seatown, and sat on the sand. A hand took out a sandwich and he took a bite of it. Then the other hand tickled a seagull.

Mr. Tickle continued to tickle more people while sitting there.

He tickled Little Miss Tidy tightly.

He tickled Mr. Busy brightly.

He tickled Little Miss Fickle frantically.

He tickled Mr. Clever clearly.

He tickled Little Miss Trouble terrifically.

He tickled Mr. Perfect proudly.

He tickled Little Miss Whoops whimsically.

He tickled Mr. Cool cunningly.

He tickled Mr. Skinny skillfully,

he tickled Little Miss Brainy brilliantly,

he tickled Mr. Muddle magnificently,

he tickled Little Miss Bossy beautifully,

he tickled Mr. Silly superbly,

and he tickled Little Miss Plump perfectly.

Mr. Tickle sees Mr. Impossible on a cloud. He tried to tickle him from above by stretching his long arms. His arms aren't long enough to tickle Mr. Impossible. He tried, and tried, and tried.

The wind blew the cloud away from Mr. Impossible and he fell into Mr. Tickle's arms.

After lunch, he walked to a bus stop, Mr. Clumsy was walking along and slipped on a manhole cover.

"Whoops!" Says Mr. Clumsy.

Mr. Tickle gave him a tickle.

He continued walking and met Mr. Brush the painter. He's painting a fence. He tickled Mr. Brush and he fell on the floor. Mr. Nosey looked from over the fence and saw Mr. Tickle. Before Mr. Nosey said anything, he was tickled by a pair of orange hands. Mr. Tickle's hands!

Mr. Tickle waited for a bus. He stood behind Mr. Happy, standing behind Mr. Noisy, standing behind Little Miss Helpful, standing behind Little Miss Curious, standing behind Mr. Dizzy, standing behind Mr. Strong, standing behind Mr. Mischief, standing behind Little Miss Scary, standing behind Little Miss Princess, standing behind Mr. Rude, in a bus queue.

When the bus arrived, Mr. Tickle sat at the back, stretched his arm, and tickled them all.

It was a long journey, but that wouldn't bore Mr. Tickle.

Along the way, he tickled Mr. Snow in Coldland.

He tickled Mr. Chatterbox at his home.

He tickled Mr. Fussy in a phone box,

he tickled Mr. Wrong in the rain,

he tickled Little Miss Lucky by a lake,

he tickled Mr. Bounce at a basketball court,

he tickled Little Miss Fun playing frisbee,

and he tickled Little Miss Somersault somewhere.

He got off the bus and continued his journey home.

He tickled Little Miss Neat hanging towels to dry.

He tickled Little Miss Scatterbrain talking to a cow.

He tickled Little Miss Busy cleaning her room.

He tickled Little Miss Late running home.

He tickled Mr. Lazy on a hammock.

He even tickled Mr. Nobody.

And he tickled a worm.

He tickled Mr. Messy, Mr. Topsy-Turvy, Mr. Nonsense, Mr. Slow, Mr. Brave, Mr. Grumble, Mr. Good, Little Miss Star, Little Miss Contrary, and Little Miss Bad! Haha!

Mr. Tickle still had one more person yet to tickle. Late in the evening, Little Miss Magic was on her magic carpet. Mr. Tickle stretched his arms out of the window and tickled her. The magic carpet landed safely.

Mr. Tickle had supper, brushed his teeth, and went to bed.

There's someone who Mr. Tickle hasn't tickled yet. Do you know who?

It's Mr. Tickle, himself! He put his hand on his head, and tickled in his sleep.

[vs-redemption]

*Hajime wakes up before the sun has even started peeking; the bedroom he shares with you is still dark and chilly. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and leans in to kiss your cheek softly, murmuring a soft ‘Happy Birthday’ before making sure you’re still tucked in and asleep. He wants you to get the most rest as you can to start your birthday off to a good start*

*He gets out of bed to get things ready, chuckling when the kitties Suga and Thoma follow him*

“Want to help me make your momma’s birthday breakfast? Come on, I’ll feed you then you two can help me,”

*Once he’s got the cats feed, he gets to it on making some muffins then cooking some eggs, sausages, and fruit. He checks on the muffins, making sure they’re all good in the oven, then prepares your lunch bag. He knows you’ve prepped your lunches already, so he decides to add to it with the muffins of course along with some soup to keep a cold at bay. He also slips in a letter he wrote the weekend before when he was keeping you company while you graded. A soft smile blooms on his lips as he thought about all the cheesy and heart filled things he wrote in this letter; remembering how often he pauses to just admire you while you concentrated. He may also have written some naughty promises he has planned for you birthday night to which he chuckles again, smug, at the image of you blushing as you read that part*

*The last part he puts in your lunch bag is a scarf. Fall was here and he knew it was getting colder with each passing day, so he had commissioned someone to make a scarf for you. It was soft to the touch and even a softer orange color.  Embroidered at one end of the scarf was Chibi you, him, and the kitties Suga and Thoma. His hand brushes over it with affection and he hopes you will like it*

*Once the muffins were out of the oven and cooled, he puts two in your lunch back then three on the tray with the rest of your breakfast along with warm tea, water, and a bouquet of red and orange tulips, symbolizing passion, true feelings, understanding, and appreciation. He hears your alarm go off and the rustling of you moving around under the covers. Hajime’s heartbeat quickens a little and the tip of his ears go warm, hoping you would like this birthday breakfast. He smiles when he enters the room and finds you waking up, coming over to you to kiss you first then setting the bed tray of the birthday breakfast*

“Good morning and happy birthday, honey. Made you something yummy for breakfast, what do you think?”

*His eyes shine in pride and love and he kisses you again before slipping back into bed with you, his hand finding yours to hold*

“I love you, Cindy. I’m glad you and I found each other. I’m so honored that you are sharing this life with me and I look forward to every moment I get to be with you. You’re my heart and moon. 愛してる.”

Hajime Iwaizumi

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINDY! i hope today is a wonderful day for you and i hope you get so much love on your birthday! love you!)

*Despite his efforts to keep me cozy and asleep, I still end up waking up before my alarm. The delicious smells coming down the hall from the kitchen were hard to ignore, but I stay in bed so as not to ruin his plan. I figure he must've fed the babies too because they don't come running when my alarm goes off, or even follow him into the bedroom when he brings in the food.* Good morning, Handsome. Thank you.

*I accept his kiss before taking the tray and looking over all the yummy food. He'd put in so much effort and it made my heart feel so full.*

This all looks and smells amazing, babe. You've really spoiled me.

*I scoot to make room for him next to me and then lean against his side once he's in the bed with me again. I give his hand a squeeze as I listen to his sweet words.*

I love you too, Hajime. More than anything. You make me so happy. I can't imagine a life without you at my side, so it really means a lot to hear that you feel the same way. Thank you so much for everything you do for me. I love you so so much.

*When I find the scarf, note, and extra food in my lunch later, my heart feels even more full of love for this man. He was so incredibly thoughtful and I make sure to text him on my lunch break.*

I got your gift and note! I absolutely love the scarf with our little family on it. And even though your note made me blush, it made me very eager to get home to you and spend the rest of my birthday together. You will always be my brave shining knight. Love you to the moon and back. ♥

[i-did-not-mean-to]

An exciting walk

So, dear @laurfilijames...here goes the first part of this little story! I hope you'll enjoy!

Words: 1,3 k

Warnings: dog copulation, injury, seduction

“I swear,” Elle hissed warningly at the devious monstrosity – pretending adamantly to be a young dog – wriggling at the end of the state-of-the-art leash she had bought only a few days ago after the previous one had been mysteriously chewed to bits. “If you don’t behave this time, I’m going to sell you to a sausage-maker.”

She would, of course, do no such thing, but – having tried compliments and outright blackmail – Elle was willing to give threats, however empty they might have been, a try.

The cheerful bitch, barely out of her puppyhood, wagged her tail in a deceiving show of feigned innocence; unfortunately for both mistress and pet, there was a considerable lapse of time that had to be observed before one of them could be safely spayed. Elle was relieved that it was not her – there really was no need for any such intervention – and her pity made her look a little kindlier on the antics of Emerald, the hellhound.

As she led the elegant, long-limbed beast outside, Elle mused about how much more luck her dog would have had – if Elle had let her – to find a mate; indeed, Emerald’s fur shimmered in all the warm shades of autumn comfort – vivid browns marbled with distinguished hues of pearl and cream – and her pleading, dark eyes could have made a rock melt.

She was a gorgeous dog, and she never grew tired of hearing random people and kind friends alike saying so.

If she was completely honest, Elle – far from being a guileless woman herself – also understood the heat that plagued her poor pet only too well; she herself had been secretly yearning for the tender attentions of a potential mate often lately, but – unlike the shameless animal – she could hardly go wriggle her ass into the face of every halfway eligible candidate.

Moreover, humans were unfortunately a little pickier on average when it came to those things.

With a sigh, she resigned herself to staving of Emerald’s potential suitors before returning home to a cup of hot chocolate and a romantic movie.

She was almost down the newly built road on either side of which houses seemed to pop out of the ground like mushrooms when Emerald suddenly wrenched her forward violently. Utterly unprepared for such an unexpected onset of naughtiness, Elle was dragged along for longer than she normally would have and, when her foot caught on the yet uneven pavement, she felt her ankle twist as if in slow-motion.

“No,” she cried, but the pain turned her authoritative order into a pathetic whimper.

To her surprise, her outburst was echoed by a much deeper, fuller voice just before she collided with a warm and surprisingly soft wall.

“Oh, I am so sorry, Miss,” the voice said, and then strong arms were slung around her tottering body; Elle let go of the leash tethering her to the unruly bitch and looked up into a pair of azure blue, deeply worried eyes twinkling beautifully over a strong nose and a sensitive mouth surrounded by a golden beard.

Aware of how indecently she was pressed against him, she tried to take a step back and winced when pain lanced through her injured ankle.

“Woah, slow down,” he said quickly, extending his arm and catching her around the waist once more.

For a long moment, they just stared – amazed and dumbfounded – at each other until the sound of frantic canine tongues in action drew their attention back to the reason for their unfortunate meeting.

“Ori? Down,” the man barked hopelessly, tugging in turn on a broad leather lead. “Is your bitch in heat?”

Elle blinked in confusion; his voice was so mesmerizing that she licked her lips in awe even as she struggled to make sense of his words.

“Yes,” she then exclaimed in alarm and looked down, only to discover Emerald already being vigorously mounted by a visibly enthusiastic dog. “Oh no,” she sighed, knowing full well that it would be ill-advised to separate them now as it was probably too late anyway.

“Ori, you nasty bugger,” the man ground out not without sympathy. Then, still holding Elle in his firm grip, he informed her that he lived in the house right behind him. “Do you want to come in and let me see to the ankle? I’ll close the gate…” he chuckled. “Not that I think that they’d go anywhere. This might take a while.”

It was only then that Elle realised that she was standing in the neatly fenced-off front garden of a prim little cottage. “I am so sorry,” she mumbled, leaning into his offered warmth and support a little more eagerly. “I thought the worst was over.”

She gave the male – still rutting – a cursory but appreciative glance; proud and exceedingly cute, the dog was of a golden russet colour with a funny, curled tail.

“What’s the lady’s name? I shall get them my best vintage of Château Robinet,” the man smiled. “My name is Fíli by the way.”

“I'm Elle and the lucky lady is Emerald,” she replied softly. “You’re a real romantic, huh?”

“Very,” Fíli promised and promptly lifted her into his arms to carry her inside. “You stay here,” he ordered, spreading out a fluffy, quilted blanket over her legs before rummaging through his freezer in search of an icepack for her ankle. None was found and Elle had to content herself with a bag of frozen pasta with tomato sauce.

As promised, he also brought out a bowl of water for the dogs so they might refresh themselves after their amorous intermezzo and then immediately returned to Elle, gently lifting her foot into his lap as he sat down on the coffee table in front of her.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked while his broad thumbs rubbed soothing circles into her tender flesh.

“I’ll live,” she said with a shrug, increasingly fascinated by his good looks and gracious smiles. “Thank you for letting me rest here for a bit.”

“They’ll be tied for a hot minute,” Fíli commented light-heartedly, “and – depending on our luck – we’ll soon have to co-parent a litter of funny-looking puppies.” His tone didn’t sound as if he was opposed to the idea and his smile grew ever brighter. “I can’t wait to see Ori’s face.”

“The dog?” Elle asked with a burst of choked laughter.

“What? No,” Fíli chuckled in turn. “No, we named the ginger Casanova after a friend of mine. Not that the actual human namesake would ever get that lucky to have a pretty lady barrel into him. Ah, trumped by a dog, what a sad destiny for my old friend.”

Mischief and yearning flared in Elle’s chest at those words, but first she had to ascertain who he meant when he so confidently said “we”.

“Huh?” Fíli looked up from her foot. “Oh, my brother and I. We’re very close and he’s incredibly vexed that I moved out.”

He has a brother, Elle thought with a wave of entirely uncalled-for relief, but he had not brought up a housemate, romantic or otherwise.

“Aren’t you also being upstaged by your dog? At least one Ori is getting some action,” Elle purred and looked up at him innocently from under dense, fluttering lashes.

“I have a little more style than that,” Fíli grinned, letting his ready, effortless charm engulf her like a wave of pure heat. “While on the subject, can I offer you something to drink?”

With a puzzled nod, Elle watched him stride back into his sparsely stocked kitchen where he lifted a bottle of chilled wine and inquisitively; again, her silly head bobbed up and down mutely.

“So, dear Elle,” Fíli then smirked as he brought over two exquisite glasses, “what else can I do to make you feel more comfortable?”

Love you lots!!

[ritacaroline]

A New Series

by Ritacaroline

Quips n Blips To Ponder

Episode 2

Sinners Snack Bar Menu

(Brought to you by our sponsors at 1 800 Dial n Confess)

We know you can really work up an appetite with all that sinning you've been doing. It's damn exerting ! So c'mon try a couple of our popular menu items. No cash needed. They're on the house. The Holy House.

Why not start off with :

Sinners Soup and Salad

New flavor of soup everyday. For you sinners who like to eat on the lighter side. But please don't slurp your soup. You've done enough sinning already.

Derelict Donut Plate

We know sinners exist in all types. This is for you people with a sweet tooth. Our selections include jelly filled, custard filled, plain sugar dusted. So you can get shmutz all over yourself and feel dirty. But don't be a pig. Limit of 3. Because you have indulged your urges enough already. Enuf already !! And hey, wipe that crème off of your mug. And the powder, too. Why incriminate yourself.

Seven Deadly Sin Sausage and Peppers Hero Sandwich

Italian delicacy of spicy grilled sausage and spicy peppers on crisp Italian bread. Because we know how you like it hot. The devil's favorite.

Wiener Fetish Hot Dog Plate

Are you one of those girls ( or guys) who can't resist licking and caressing those hot dog shaped body parts ? If you are, why not try this plate without sinning ? You can wrap your tongue around it and lick away, and kiss it all you want. Go ahead, knock yourself out. You can even get away with biting hard on it. Real hard. Something you really can't get away with in real life. Mostly because we as a species are usually squeamish about "that" much blood. But w this plate there will be no guilt or consequences. And no sticky messy man juice to deal with, ( for those of you who don't care for swallowing. )

Dirty Slut Picture-Observer Turkey Pot Pie.

(This is for you, Cathy. ) Lots of crisp fresh vegetables, turkey and nice warm gravy. For you people who like to ogle smut - but still claim your innocence. (We're sick of your lies : as in, Just took a peek. Suuure you did.) I didn't do anything wrong, blah, blah, blah. We see you, girl. You can't fool us. You've been way naughty.

Thieves and Mobs Eggplant Parmigiana

Especially created by our talented chef. A vegetarian plate w lots of melty hot cheese on top. You all need to spend more time on delicious delights. And less time stealing ( a yummy tub of Cherry Garcia. Yep. We saw you. And fucking hell ! From a dude who works his cute tush off all week. You people suck. Go confess. ) And spend less time whacking people. Sending them to sleep w the fishes. Control yourselves. Bullying is a no no. Put those Uzies down. [ UZI is a family of Israeli open-bolt, blowback-operated submachine guns and machine pistols first designed by Major Uziel "Uzi" Gal in the late 1940s]

Adulterers Apple Fritters

Yeah, We know. You all like a little yummy action on the side. Don't be shy, we know. The hottest love is forbidden love. So why not indulge your depravity with these forbidden apples, fried up with sugar and dough into an awesome forbidden treat. Come on, we know what you like. ( we see you Cathy. ) Hey - keep it in your pants, people.

Hini Biters Candy Coated Peaches

? Are you one of those girls ( or men) who, when you see a nice manly firm tush, you feel the urge to take a few juicy bites into it ? As if it were a peach ? Because it kinda looks like one anyway ? ( we see you, Cathy. ) Eight sharp bites in particular, that'll do. And then you must comfort that poor screaming man, with some tender licks and tongue massages to the bite sites. So he calms the hell down. And shuts the hell up. Suck it up buttercup.

Top Riders Steak Bites

Are you one of those girls (or guys) who likes to be on top, straddling those beautiful hips he has, while your man is moaning and his eyes are tearing and floating backwards into his head while he is trembling uncontrollably ? But you just keep squeezing and squeezing relentlessly ? ( we see you Cathy. ) Well, again people, keep it in your pants. Well, the Lord sees you. And you need to cut it out. Instead of all that squeezing and moaning and thrusting, instead, just pull out the A1 sauce. With these awesome steak bites. And be sin free. But don't over do it. Or soon you'll be calling 1 800 dial-weight-watchers, due to all that animal fat ( cholesterol. The devils revenge. )

Egotist and Exobitionist Eggs - Deviled Style

This is for you boys who enjoy admiring your own form, taking photos and sharing those said photos. In an attempt to impress cheap sluts you meet at bars. Or dumb chicks you meet on the internet. As though you're doing others a favor ? Where do you get the ego to think that yours is any different than every other pathetic losers' in the universe ? Get a hold of yourself. And we don't mean a hold of your weiner. ( see meme below ) But try this dish and be sin free. And boys - get over yourselves. ( We see you J. ) Please place said photos in the metal lockbox labeled Fr. Larry. He likes looking at this kind of thing.

Over n out.

And please, you dirty sluts : stop being so easy with these nasty men. Save something for later, we don't just give it all away. Wtf is wrong w you ? You may get just what you deserve. For example see what your sister below encountered during a weekend at Barbies vacation house. This could be you. Bring extra tissues.

Where is it ? Wait ....am I on Candid Camera ? Ken ? Ken ?