#Ler y/n

[screams-of-laughter]

Stu x Billy & B.F Reader ~ (bdsm/spicy tickle hcs) 🔪

Warning: THESE ARE N$FW & 18+ ONLY ❤️‍🔥 Mentions of bondage, knife play, tickle torture & mask kinks ❤️‍🔥

Author’s Note: These are headcanons that depict the reader as a platonic best friend to Stu and Billy. The three of you share a close friendship as well as a bdsm/spicy tickle relationship. Also these two aren’t murderers in this AU and rather just horror movie obsessed. Hope you enjoy these! 🔪

🔪 ~ You met them in college while studying film.

🔪 ~ You all had the same analysis of horror genre class as well as a couple other basic film classes.

🔪 ~ You and Stu immediately clicked. Your personalities bouncing off of each other and both loving physical affection. Stu always giving you hugs whenever he saw you and vise versa.

🔪 ~ Billy isn’t as physically affectionate as his boyfriend, but he’ll occasionally give you a hair ruffle or slight shove to the shoulder to be playful.

🔪 ~ Soon, the three of you became a little trio. Hanging out everyday, watching movies, even having sleepovers at Stu’s house since his parents are literally never home.

🔪 ~ Lots of people thought the three of you were dating considering how close you were with the both of them, or at least maybe dating Stu while he was dating Billy. But, you like women and are just really good friends with the two of them.

🔪 ~ You all find it funny tho and make jokes out of it. Billy mostly making jokes about how Stu may be your best friend but he’s all his 💖

🔪 ~ A little trio of horror loving gays ✨

🔪 ~ You don’t really remember how tickling became incorporated in your everyday life with the two of them.

🔪 ~ Again, Stu is a very physically affectionate person. So when he found out you were ticklish, he exploited that whenever he could. It soon became a daily thing to get a poke or scribble to the side.

🔪 ~ Soon Billy caught on and found himself wanting to use this weakness against you as well.

🔪 ~ Movie nights, hangouts, and sleepovers were guaranteed to have some element of tickles. A tickle fight could break out, a random scribble to your foot if you put them in Stu’s lap, even getting full on wrecked by the two of them.

🔪 ~ The two noticed how you never said stop or tried too hard to get away. Of course there was some playful struggling, but they never had to use their full strength.

🔪 ~ The three of you were hanging out when they asked you about it. You could barely speak through your hands covering your red face, but soon you relaxed when they revealed they enjoyed it too.

🔪 ~ Stu enjoying both ends of it whereas Billy is more on the ler side. You’re a switch just like Stu, but you’re definitely more on the lee end when it comes to these two.

🔪 ~ Over time, you all realized you enjoyed a lot more aspects of tickling than just tickle fights.

🔪 ~ You explored the more kinky side of it with them. All three of you suggesting ideas or fantasies they have and trying them out.

🔪 ~ Billy learned that he really loves tickle interrogation and tickle torture scenarios. As well as ropes and being a rigger.

🔪 ~ Stu loves pinning you down with his hands or having you squirm freely. He also loves those types of bondage situations where one hand and one leg is free or you have the ability to squirm around a little but you’re still unable to fully get away.

🔪 ~ Billy and Stu both have knife and mask kinks.

🔪 ~ They would understand and respect if you didn’t and would then indulge in those things on their own, but oh my gosh if you’re into that too~

🔪 ~ They love wearing their ghost face masks and using you as their tickle toy ✨

🔪 ~ They have regular sharp knives and dull knives to use during your sessions. The sharp ones usually for cutting rope if need be and/or cutting your clothes off. While the more dull ones are used to trace along every inch of your skin.

🔪 ~ The knives are a great tickle tool as you all learned. They love how it tickles and turns you on because of the adrenaline.

🔪 ~ Along with the ghost face masks, you’ve found the scenario of being kidnapped and tickled by them so exhilarating ❤️‍🔥

🔪 ~ Stu doesn’t use gags a lot, but it’s fun when it fits into the scenario. Billy doesn’t mind when you’re gagged, but he definitely prefers to hear you scream.

🔪 ~ Billy will use his own hand to cover your mouth if he doesn’t want to go grab a gag. He does this to Stu too and Stu loves it ❤️‍🔥

🔪 ~ Speaking of lee Stu, you and Billy adore teaming up on him. As much as he loves tickling you, he’s such a lee.

🔪 ~ He loves being pinned down and tied up just as much as he loves squirming around freely. He loves the feeling of almost escaping then being pulled right back in and getting wrecked.

🔪 ~ Stu also loves a good chase whether he’s the lee or the ler in the situation.

🔪 ~ Anticipation gets him so bad. It’s one of Billy’s favorite things about tickling both of you.

🔪 ~ Billy has for sure tickled both of you at the same time. It’s so fun to him to see what spots make you go crazy versus Stu and what tools or teases affect who the most.

🔪 ~ Billy has been a willing lee only a couple times. He’s not the biggest fan and much prefers to be on the ler side, but he can’t deny he didn’t have a little fun.

🔪 ~ Sometimes you send them both pictures of you in rope/bondage or a part of your body exposed to get them into ler moods ✨

🔪 ~ If you do this while they’re in class they either internally freak the fuck out or get excited and text back the most flustering message- 🦋

🔪 ~ They do the same to you, but with teasey ler messages that make you have to hide your face in class. Even making you have to go to the bathroom just to let out a squeal or make sure your face isn’t red as hell.

🔪 ~ Stu loves to attack your inner thighs. He finds it so adorable and hot that that spot makes you lose yourself in mixed laughter and moans.

🔪 ~ Stu loves tickles games and all the classic playful teases. He’ll make you hold your arms above your head or keep your feet in his lap. He adores counting your ribs to “make sure you didn’t lose any.”

🔪 ~ Billy is much more merciless. Going straight for spots that make you scream. He likes making you ask to be tickled and to beg for it to stop.

🔪 ~ He’s a bit of a tickle sadist what can I say~

🔪 ~ Billy and Stu getting into playful arguments about who’s a better tickler or who can make you laugh the loudest while wrecking you.

🔪 ~ Let’s just say it usually ends in a draw. God forbid you actually pick one of them and face the wrath of whoever you didn’t pick.

🔪 ~ Double the raspberries and tickle bites ✨

🔪 ~ Billy’s favorite position to tickle you is face down spread out in an X formation.

🔪 ~ Him knowing you can’t see what’s coming is much more fun to him. He knows you love it and will tease you about it. Billy will also break out a blindfold if consented to.

🔪 ~ Stu doesn’t really have a favorite, but he thinks having your hands tied behind his back while you sit in front of him is so fun.

🔪 ~ He likes feeling you struggle against him and seeing how the anticipation gets to you.

🔪 ~ Billy prefers using his hands, but finds it interesting and fun to see how different tools affect you. Stu, on the other hand, loooves using tickle tools.

🔪 ~ Feathers, brushes of all kinds, vibrators, metal nails, you name it they probably own it.

🔪 ~ Definitely own a pair of stocks as well.

🔪 ~ Stu and Billy love sharing tickle secrets they find out about you one on one to each other while they tickle you.

🔪 ~ Overall, you three all love each other very much. Both as friends and as kinky buddies ❤️‍🔥

[carnivorous-parasite]

Shoutout to spy with ticklish palms 10/10 would run a feather over em

[blushyeleven]

Tickletober - DAY 3

Cuddles

characters: lee!jenna x ler!y/n

warnings: tickles

𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼?

“Can I come over rn?”

your phone buzzed as you picked it up and saw that Jenna texted you. Your eyebrows furrowed, clearly slightly concerned at the sudden request

“ofcourse, what’s wrong?”

you typed out as quickly as your thumbs could move, hitting send and almost instantly watching the “•••” icon apear

“Nothing I Just miss you☹️”

you audibly let out a sigh before smiling warmly at the text

“Don’t ever scare me like that again😭 but yes ofcourse, I’ve missed you to💞”

“omw 🥹”

You sat and waited impatiently on your sofa, waiting for your girlfriend arrival. The truth was you really did miss her, you hadn’t had a chance to see her a lot because she had been busy with work and didn’t have a very open calendar. Although jenna always tried her best to make as much time for you as possible, even if that meant just for an hour on her lunch break. Even if Jenna couldn’t exactly make it to see you, she’d always FaceTime you when she could. You were always understanding that Jenna could got pretty busy.. but you guys made it work. And she spent every single minute of her free time with you.

You then eagerly sat up to the sound of a car pulling into your driveway 20 minutes later. You practically skipped to the window to see Jenna getting out of her car and holding something? You stumbled to the door and swung it open, seeing your girlfriend on the other side. You instantly wrapped your arms around her, not even giving her a chance to step inside. “Hey!” She giggled at the sudden hug and tried her best to hug you back.. but it was proving difficult with the things in her hand that you didn’t even look at before you threw yourself into her arms.

You then pulled back “hi..” you said with the most Beaming smile and kissed her on the cheek. Jenna just giggled sweetly and leant forward to give you a quick kiss on the lip before you then stepped backwards. Into your house and then Jenna walked through, taking her shoes of. She then walked through to your living room and you followed as you then saw what she had been holding this whole time. “Sorry im a Little later.. i-.. i went to the shop to pick some things up” she smiled warmly at you before holding out a beautiful bouquet of white and pink tulips and a tub of your favourite icecream. “I- jenna! You didn’t have to!” Your expression melted into a soft and loving gaze. “I know, but I wanted to!” She insisted before kissing your forehead. You then put the flowers in a glass vase and your ice cream in your freezer. Before sitting on the sofa and the short brunette sat next to you.

“So, how was your day at work?” You asked and Jenna just simply replied with “yeah it was good! I mean, nothing interesting but you know! How was your day?” “My day was also good! Pretty boring! I’m just glad I could see you” you said excitedly and Jenna nodded with an even bigger smile “literally” she said letting out a breath.

You then leant back into the grey velvety sofa and Jenna took that opportunity to cuddle up against you, resting her head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around her, bringing her closer. Missing her warmth. Missing her touch. You often thought to yourself how lucky you were to be with Jenna. It may sound clique but.. she was the best girlfriend you could ever have asked for. You didn’t know what you would do without her. She made life worth living. You felt lost without her. Over the couple of weeks we’re she has been busy you began to wonder if you had grown seperation anxiety from her. I mean.. when she was around. Your life was just so.. complete. You rested your head on-top of hers, embracing the scent of her sweet tropical hair. You let the tv softly play in the background. Moments like this always felt so special to you. Just you.. and Jenna. Cuddling on the sofa. You couldn’t ask for any better way to spend your time.

You then softly ran your hand up and down jennas side, in a comforting and affectionate way. But to your surprise jenna tensed up a little, slightly leaned away and let her lips form into an “o” shape letting out a small gasp. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at her “you okay?” You questioned, biting your lip to try and hide the quiver in your lips from trying not to giggle at jennas unexpected reaction. “y-yeah! Sorry!..” jenna answered, rather quickly, clearly embarrassed. But you weren’t just going to leave it at that, you had questions that needed answers. And Jenna knew you, she knew that you wouldn’t drop this so easily. “What was that all about?” You asked innocently with a slight giggle prominent in your voice. Jenna knew there was no escaping this, she had no excuses or way to get out. She just had to tell you the truth, no matter how embarrassed she was about it. “I-.. it tickled” she said, looking down and smiling to herself. your eyes widen slightly. “Your ticklish?” You said in awe and letting another small giggle escape. Jenna just nodded at that, seeing you look overjoyed with your new discovery. You then slowly moved your hand back, slowly scribbling at jennas side for a few seconds. Never taking your eyes off of her face. She flinched slightly and let out a breathy laugh before going to hold your hand.

“Oh my god..” you said I’m slight disbelief. “Why are you so shocked about it?” Jenna asked with a slight wobble in her voice. “Because that’s literally.. adorable!” You exclaimed you saw jennas nervous smile and giggle before you asked a question that made jennas face instantly fade into a bright red. “C-can I try?” You looked at her hopingly. “I-“ she paused for a few seconds, with a nervous chuckle. “Pleaseee?” You tried to put on your best pleading look as jenna rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. “Okay, fine.. only for a few minutes, okay?” She stated. I mean, how could she say no to you? “Yesss!!” You were so excited. You were like a kid on Christmas morning. Jenna still layed against you and you still held her close but you softly moved your hand to wiggle your fingers onto her side. She flinched, let out a small giggle before biting on her lower lip, trying desperately to stifle any further laughter that was already bubbling up in her throat. You then started to move your fingers, scurrying around her sides and that’s when she gave in. Clenching her eyes shut and letting the laughter flow out. Your smile grew at this adorable sight and started to speed up your tactics more.

Jennas couldn’t even hold back anymore. Her giggles were the absolute cutest thing. She wasn’t going crazy or anything, but just soft laughs and slight squirming. All while she was still cuddled into you. Enduring her fate all to make you happy… and it was working. You we’re estatic. Just analysing jennas reactions and the way her face scrunched when she laughed. And oh my god.. her dimples. Her dimples were the most adorable thing and a feature you really treasured about Jenna. Especially because she trusts you to see them. Normally she covers her mouth when she laughs, trying to block out her mesmering smile. But it was different around you. She laughed care-free and it was so precious to witness. “bahahahah y/n!!” She squealed feeling your hands crawl their way to her ribs. “Ahahahhahaha!! Nohohohooooo!!” She giggled. Her laughter wasn’t reckless.. or desperate. It was just a flurry of heart-warming giggles that kept pouring out of her mouth. Your glassy eyes softened at how loveable jennas was. She made your heart do backflips and pound heavily in your chest. “your.. your adorable” you complimented, your mind swarming with sweet and endearing thoughts about your beautiful girlfriend. “I- I lohove yohohuu” she tried to say through her sniggers. “I love you to” you said gingerly, returning a smile back to her.

You then moved your fingers down to her stomach and that’s when Jenna’s laugh shot up a few decibels. “Wahahahaittt!! Bahahahahhaha!!!” You took note of this and began eagerly scratching your fingernails onto her stomach. “Ahahahahhaha!! I cahahahantttt!!” She began to squeak slightly, her laughter and speak becoming closer together to form gibberish. “Y/n!! Ahahahahhah!!!” “Oh? Is this a Bad Spot?” You lightly teased, seeing how jennas reactions changed as soon as your fingers met with her sgomach. “Shuhut uhuhuppp!” She responded, squirming about a little more and trying to suck her stomach in. Anything to (move your hands to a different spot) Escape your bitter-sweet grasp. Half of her brain was telling her to kick and scream.. but the other part was secretly enjoying this. Jenna just let herself be.. herself. You were the only person that made her feel like she could be herself. You saw jenna desperately trying not to push at your hands and you couldn’t let that pass without a flustering remark. “You having fun there?” You asked innocently and watched as jenna just covered her face with her hands. “I- nohohoho!” Her speach being muffled behind her hands. “No? Are you sure? You look like your having fun” you teased and Jenna never removed her hands from her face.

You then smirked to yourself before lifting up your hands, and wiggling your fingers just above jennas armpits. Jenna was obviously confused at the sudden stop but before she could even take another second to question it, it was back. As you quickly lowered your fingers into her armpits, scratching at them. Jenna squeaked and then immediately shot her arms down to her sides, revealing her red, flushed, freckled face. After getting Jenna to uncover her perfectly shaped face, you moved your nimble fingers back to her stomach. Faintly Scribbling at the sensitive area. “Ah! Y/n!!!” She shrieked before giggling helplessly again. Kicking her legs slightly and trying to hold onto your hands to prevent the overwhelmingly ticklish feeling surrounding her stomach. It wasn’t long after that before she tapped out and decided she’d had enough

“okahahay okahahayyy!! Stohohohoppp!” And so you did, immediately. Respecting her boundaries and seeing she was short for breath. You then scooped her up, cuddling her closely. Enjoying the time you were sharing with her. Especially after discovering this new adorable fact that you were definitely using for your own advantage. “I loved that! That was.. literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”’you exclaimed seeing jennas lip curve upwards “I-.. yes.. it was.. it was fun.” She admitted as your eyes widened. “Well.. I’m glad you think so because now that I know your ridiculously ticklish.. I will be using it a lot more” you also admitted seeing her just shake her head and smile.

You continued to hold her close, wrapping your arms around her and never wanting to let go. You oftened wished that you could live your life for eternity cuddling your girlfriend in your sofa. You always craved and adored jennas company, but it was the moments like these that made you realise how special your time was together.

[mwahmimi]

Soft touches. Eddie Munson x reader. Fluff. Blurb.

🍯 You had your face nestled into Eddie’s chest, the material of his shirt tucked up under your nose. Breathing in the smell of his cologne is sending you to sleep softly. His hands find your sides, rubbing his fingers up and down them so innocently. You can’t help but wriggle around under his touch, this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with your boyfriend. Sure he’d find out sooner or later but it was too embarrassing for you, once he does find out you’re sure he’ll be relentless with the information. Your ‘shameful’ secret was that you’re ticklish. Really ticklish.

You’ve seen Eddie attack his friends with the playful act before, watching on at the onslaught you were blushing the entire time, wanting the ground to swallow you up. You also knew that he was ticklish, Steve had wrestled him to the ground and squeezed at his hips plenty of times. Even signalling to you and saying ‘If he ever gets mouthy, just give him a squeeze.’ Eddie looked back at you and waved his finger as a warning, you’d never been brave enough to tickle him. Mainly because you knew he’d try it back.

You didn’t hate being tickled like everyone else seems to, but it made you shy. Something about it made you flustered, maybe the loss of control or the fact you were rendered to giggles and squeals. But deep down, it was because you knew you liked it.

Eddie notices you squirming under his touch, he pinches at your sides playfully. Experimenting with his new discovery, he drags his nails up and down your sides. Squeezing at your hips just like you’d seen happen to him before.

“Sensitive, sweetheart?” He coos down at you, trapping your arms under his knees so you can’t move. Eddie laughs along with you as he pokes up and down your ribcage. You erupt into laughter, twisting and wriggling from side to side as he continues his attack and you enjoy the moment of closeness with your boyfriend.

“Maybe.” You respond with a smile, lifting your head up to see him smirking down at you. With a gentle stroke to your hair he whispers, “I’m gonna getcha.” His voice teasing and soft, it’s playful. Innocent and carefree, something you crave during the constant stresses of life. It brings you out of the anxiety and into the moment. As much into the moment as you can be as you’re gasping for air through your laughter as he finds the soft spot on your neck.

You’re babbling, begging him to stop. “I’m barely touching you baby! You’re so ticklish.” He laughs along with you as teases as his nails softly scratch behind your ears. Looking down at you, Eddie notices the pink shade that’s flushed across your face, withdrawing both of his hands from your neck and replacing them onto the small of your back and kisses your head.

“Too cute. Can’t believe I haven’t done that sooner. This is valuable manipulation material!” His smile beams down at you, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing he’d found your dirty little secret if you could see that smile each time you were tormented by him. 🍯

[problemlikesdrawing]

Crucifix Assisted Payback (Doors) [cw: sfw tickling, light restraint, one swear] N*FW DNI

Seek rlly thought he could ler twice in a row and get away w/ it, hell nah

MAN IM TIRED AND DRAWING HARD ;(((

Anyways godDAYUM the amount of notes I got yesterday!! Yall rebloggers are really helpin, tysm! And the compliments from some of the rebloggers, I literally started kicking and squealing cuz of em ong

yall seem to really like my doors content, but ima still do some more regretevator art and then get at least one drawing for all the chars in doors :)

Also more ler!entity lee!entity, y/n can STEP ASIDE (for now hehe your not done yet *cough* ler!entity+ler!y/n lee!entity *cough*)

[queenendless]

🪶❣️🪽This Bird's Beauty (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)🪽❣️🪶

A/N: Testing the waters and getting back to writing BNHA stuff. This time on my recent simping/comfort character.

AU time, already established relationship, tickle fluff, and emotional stuff cause I'm an emotional wreck right now.

Plus I have read a lot of tickle fluff with this man and now I want in on it! There is some in here so I count that!

The past month and so this bird man has been on my mind. And I need new anime husbandos to write for!

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.

Another day in Kyushu.

Another busy patrol.

All to attain his long-term goal of heroes having too much free time on their hands.

Worn out, scuffed here and there, and gliding slowly above his hometown, the #2 hero Hawks was heading back to his favorite spot in the city.

A conversation from earlier surfaced in his mind.

“No villain stands a chance against you, Hawks!” One of his sidekicks ego boosted him.

“And no hero for that matter.” His other sidekick remarked.

Hawks chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Endeavor would disagree on that last one. Even the fastest hero alive can't handle the flames so well.”

“And does the fastest youngest hero alive have their eyes set on anyone lately~?”

“I've got my whole life before this young bird settles down in the nest.” That was his ending remark before saluting off to his crew and flying on outta there.

“Still …” He murmured to himself as he took a certain familiar route through the air. “I've already got my sights set on a particular birdie~”

A precious light amongst the seas of blurred smudges.

Saving you on more than one occasion.

Just a regular quirkless person.

Coincidence turned into a kinda sorta reason.

Spotting you between patrols and breaks.

An instant curiosity turned to intrigue.

Walking with you, talking with you about anything besides hero work, getting some fried chicken together.

This new constant of his day-to-day life as the #2 hero of Japan became the one constant he wished to keep hidden from the rest of the world.

One minute you're the breath of fresh air that he gladly partakes in. The next thing he knows, seeing you waving at him one day had his stoic face burning up at how much his heart was racing.

Your genuine gaze, your comforting scent, your infectious laughter —

Razor sharp vision spotted your apartment a mile away as he arrived at the more tranquil suburbs set against the rowdy cityscape.

He could immediately visualize you reading something curled up on your fuzzy soft rug in your bedroom, laying on your tummy as your bare legs crisscrossed in the air, your balcony door cracked open to let in the fresh air.

“All too easy.” He snickered as he sent several of his small feathers to zoom in through the opening.

Your recognition of the tough supple fuzziness that is his feathers stroking your bare soles had you rubbing away those tingling touches only to giggle absentmindedly as those feathers split up to stroke your heels, your topsides, and your arches.

Viewing your smile growing and picking up your melodious giggles through the sound vibrations in the air his feathers received had him relishing in his newfound hobby on top of winding down with you.

“Beautiful, inside and out.”

Your concentration on reading crumbled as you squeaked from those feathers wiggling against your toes, having you roll over and pull your legs to your chest, rubbing your feet together as your narrowed gaze homed in on those feathers floating back to the big bird man perched outside.

“Hey birdy!” Hawks' cheery face and tone had you at a loss between glee and frustration. “I've missed ya!” He was met with a pillow thrown at his face, taking the plush smack, catching it right after. “I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”

“It's been a week.” You stood up and brushed out your wrinkled attire as he hopped down from his perch on the railing before you, his ruffled feathers straightening themselves out. “And the first thing you do is a sneak attack!”

“Well, performing my heroic duties comes first, of course. Didn't stop me from thinking about you, though.” His flattery could only get him so far out of the doghouse, tossing the pillow aside. “And your lovely voice.”

“Can't see why though – EEK~!” The feather tickling your neck had you squealing and smacking your skin for not catching said feather as Hawks snorted in his gloved hand, smirking his ass off.

“Well cause I like everything about you … and you being ticklish is just a bonus.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm. “This is the thanks I get for saving you all those times?”

“Yeah, thanks a lot. I owe you my life.” Your sarcastic remark trails off when his tough supple wings draped around you, pulling you flush against him as his pouting lips and downtrodden eyes made you sigh in exasperated admittance. “Okay okay.”

Grabbing both sides of his fluffy collar, you pulled Hawks down enough for you to gently peck his lips. “Seriously … thank you.”

He blushed bright as a rose, grinning all dopey like. He cupped and brushed your cheeks as he returned the kiss tenderly, murmuring between breaks. “How lucky am I to have a gem like you in my life?”

“Flattery will only get you so far, #2.” Your airy remark was short lived as his golden-brown eyes gleamed with mirth.

“And your teasing will just keep getting you this~!”

His wings scribbled against your backside, causing a stream of squeals to come out, sounding so melodious to his own ears.

“No fair!” Your frantic pushing against his chest only drove him to have his feathers strike your nape. “Stahahap!” You felt your feet slip over your forgotten book, leaving it up to Hawks’ quick reflexes to keep you standing as his arms and wings protectively wrapped you up in his fuzzy cocoon, increasing the tingling sensations rubbing every inch of you. “Hahahahahawks!”

“So sensitive.” His faint stubble brushed the side of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squeaked louder. “So squishy~” He swooned, his arms flexing as he squeezed your waistline, wiggling his fingers into your sides plus squeezing them for good measure. “So squeamish!”

“I hahahate you – AAH~!” Him lifting you by your thighs had your arms and legs instinctively hugging his neck and waist.

“That's not what I see here, beautiful~” His smug smirk made you hide your flushed whining face in his neck, feeling the rumbling of his laughter seep through you. “But okay, I'll stop with the tickles … if you help me strip~”

“God you tease.” Your complaint was betrayed by your heartfelt emotion. Gingerly taking off his visor, his amused affectionate eyes watched as you also took off his headphones with slow tepid care, keeping you steady with his hands pressed to you tight.

“Ya know … you can call me by my real name … if you want to, that is.” He mused as he plopped down on your bed and helped you take off his jacket. “Seems only fair since I always call you by yours.” He pried his gloves off with his teeth, tempting you with his actions. “I wanna hear my name coming off your lips~” He purred.

Tenderly setting his removed items down on your nightstand table, you cupped his own cheeks just so you could look him straight in those golden-brown hues. “Keigo.” His eyes lite up right away. “K … Kei.” He audibly gulped as rose red tinted from his ears to his neck for indeed his blushing face spoke volumes of how overjoyed he was. “Can I call you that? Kei?”

He cheekily grinned. “Anything for you, angel.”

You peppered kisses all over his own giggling face. Prying his boots off with help from the heels, Keigo delicately pushed you to lie down on your back, legs intertwined, as some of his feathers tugged the balcony slide door closed before returning to his wings draping you both in their cozy protective warmth.

“I really did miss you, baby bird.”

He froze up as the sounds of sniffles reached his ears. The sight of tears making your e/c eyes shimmer like jewels are as mesmerizing as they are heart wrenching.

“I missed you too, Kei. So much.” His butterfly kisses to your eyes and cheeks were his way to cheer you up and show you just how much he cares for you, smiling as his stubble tickled your sensitive face enough to make you giggle and smile yourself.

“This optimistic guy is just glad to finally be home with his beauty again.” He sighed deeply as you brushed through his unruly messy hair, relaxing and leaning in to your heavenly touch.

Lulled by your caresses, he felt himself falling asleep, whispering as his droopy eyes turned to you.

“Y/n, thank you.” His lazy kiss gets returned by you, having his tired smile still radiating endearment as you both pulled away. “For coming into my life. Letting me be myself around you. Just … everything.”

“I feel the same way, Kei.” You confess as you too felt the embrace of sleep taking you in, using his chest as a pillow, slacking as having him back in your arms made it that much easier to settle down and unwind, straight to sleepy town. “I love you.”

Keigo's heart beats right outta his chest at that confession, admiring your sweet sleeping self, giving your forehead a kiss, curling into you, lulled by your soft breathing as it became his favorite lullaby. “I love you too.”

His wings settled back, pulling away to rest behind him as Keigo pulled you two to lay on your sides, still enraptured in each other, as nighttime swept throughout Kyushu.

For their winged protector took a nice long rest.

With you, his beautiful partner, safe and sound in his arms.

[widowsistersandfriends]

It's Time To Smile

Request: I’m so bad at asks sorry, but could you maybe write something for Scarlett/Florence/Lizzie (or a combo, up to you) x reader with some really gentle twords? Any ideas you’ve got are totally cool, but maybe tummy focus? Yikes sorry I’m the worst at asks but feel free to experiment!

Summary: The reader is a stunt double in the new Avengers movie and is struggling with her success in landing her stunts. Lizzie, Florence, and Scarlett know a way to cheer her up (lee!reader x ler!Scarlett x ler!Lizzie x ler!Florence)

Note: Thank you so much for this request! This is my first time writing for these three, so I hope I did okay! Hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 1393

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You were working on a new role in a movie, but not the typical one people think of. You were the stunt double for Scarlett’s character Natasha in this new Avengers movie. Even though you weren’t one of the main stars or anything, you knew your role was crucial for the success of this movie.

Your athleticism and training had prepared you well for this, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any challenges. As much as you practiced, it was still difficult to land some of the stunts and you were starting to get frustrated with yourself. 

You sat alone during a break from filming, head in your hands. You were quietly whispering to yourself to get it together. While it was unlikely, you knew it was possible for them to replace you with someone better.

You were deep in your thoughts when you heard a voice.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What are you doing here all alone?” Lizzie asked, slowly approaching you.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine,” you said, waving her off.

“You don’t look fine,” Lizzie commented, taking a seat next to you.

You waited in silence for a bit, not knowing where to start. Lizzie knew your gears were grinding, so she gave you some time to think.

“It’s just…I don’t feel like I’m doing my job well enough,” you said with a sigh.

“Why do you think that?” Lizzie asked.

“It’s just that these stunts are really hard, but it’s my job and I can’t even do it right,” you said with frustration.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. We all know how difficult it is, and that’s exactly why we have you do them. We can do some stunts, but we can’t do them to your ability. None of us are here to judge you because you’re here to help us do what we can’t,” Lizzie comforted, while patting your back gently.

“I know, I’m just really hard on myself and I want this movie to do well,” you said, resting your chin in your hands.

“I promise you, you’ll land those stunts and we’re gonna break the box office with this movie,” Lizzie said, still rubbing your back gently.

You nodded, showing that you acknowledged what she said. 

“Do you believe me?” Lizzie asked.

You thought for a second before responding, feeling more playful now.

“I don’t know if I can trust someone who can’t do their own stunts,” you said cheekily.

“Oh you little turd! You’re not even my stunt double!” Lizzie responded, now curling her fingers to scratch and wiggle against your back.

You were caught off guard and yelped, arching your back and quickly trying to twist away from her.

“Stop!!” You pleaded weakly, backing up against the couch you were sitting on.

Suddenly, Scarlett and Florence entered the room, hearing your pleading and thinking something was wrong.

“What’s going on?” Scarlett asked, worried that you were hurt.

“Your little stunt double here was lacking some confidence, so I comforted her, but then she decided to be brat,” Lizzie said, smirking as you were squirming from her squeezing the back of your neck.

“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho,” you giggled, reaching up to remove her hands, which just gave her access to poke you in the ribs. You let out a bark of laughter before curling up into a ball.

“Wanna help me tickle her to pieces? Lizzie asked Scarlett and Florence.

“Yeah, I think she needs some cheering up right? She was sad earlier?” Florence teased, approaching you with an evil grin.

“No! Never!” You declared stubbornly, clamping your mouth closed and refusing to smile.

“Natasha 2.0, you know you’re outnumbered right?” Scarlett said, helping the other two pin you to the couch.

Florence sat on your legs and began lightly tickling your feet. You squeezed your eyes shut, bucking against them to throw them off.

“Awwww, what’s the matter, Y/N? Ticklish?” Scarlett asked, slowly rolling your shirt up.

She began to add in on the tickling, spidering her fingers up and down your sides. You let out a snort, but quickly covered it up as a cough.

“I heard that Y/N,” Scarlett said, narrowing her eyes down at you, as you avoided eye contact.

Lizzie joined in, holding your arms above your head and using one hand to tickle your armpits.

All three of them tickling you was too much to not smile, which you reluctantly broke out into one.

“AWWW there’s that smile,” Lizzie cooed. However, a smile is all they got…for now.

“We gotta find her weak spot to really make her break,” Florence commented, now getting off of your legs.

“Where’s your most ticklish spot hmm?” Scarlett asked, eyeing your torso.

“Why would I tell you that?” You asked, struggling to escape.

“Because we need to hear your precious laugh and make sure you’re all cheered up,” Lizzie said, poking around your torso.

You flinched when she poked around your stomach and quickly pushed her hands away.

“Oh? I think I found itttt,” Lizzie teased, as she brought your hands above your head again.

“Scarlett? Wanna do the honors? She’s your little mini me after all,” Lizzie suggested.

“Scarlett no!! I trusted you!” You croaked, begging her to not tickle your stomach.

“Oh I’ve so gotta see this,” Scarlett said with a grin. With that, she took her ten nails and dragged them over your soft bare stomach, making you twist and jump against the sensation.

“I’m hardly even doing anything,” Scarlett giggled.

“I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihickles,” you giggled, unable to hold them back.

“Oooh I hear some giggles,” Florence teased, as you blushed.

Without warning, Scarlett began to wiggle her fingers as fast as she could over any part of your stomach she could reach.

“WAHAHAIT STAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE,” you screamed, attempting to yank your arms down.

“Stop what? Tickling you? Making you laugh because you’re so extremely ticklish?” Scarlett teased, as you thrashed and jerked on the couch.

“YEHEHES STAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAHAND IHIHIT,” You squealed, as she began squeezing the sides of your stomach.

You felt your eyes begin to water, so they gave you a quick break.

“Are you gonna let me go now?” You scoffed.

“Not with that attitude,” Lizzie commented, and switched spots with Scarlett. 

“Noooo plehehehease,” you begged, unable to handle much more.

“Please tickle you some more? You got it!” Lizzie said cheekily, as she bent down to blow three consecutive raspberries right over your belly button.

You screamed with laughter, eventually having it go silent.

“Wow that’s good,” Florence commented, as you rolled your eyes.

“Want some more?” Lizzie asked.

“NO! STOP I MEHEHEHEAN IHIHIT AHAHAHAHAHA,” you screamed with laughter, as she blew more raspberries all over your tummy.

“Wait, I wanna try something,” Florence said, switching spots with Lizzie.

“I promise this will be the last tickling you get,” Florence said, but you were unconvinced.

Florence slightly folded your waist band down, just enough to expose your lower stomach and waist.

You shook your head in fear, out of words to say or beg.

“Cat got your tongue?” Florence asked, before using her two index fingers to scratch away at your waist, causing you to twitch and jolt every which way, while you begged for her to stop through your laughter.

“Two fingers is all it takes? That’s insane,” Florence commented, as she now spidered all over your lower tummy.

“MEHEHERCY OHOH MY GOHOHOD,” you cried, struggling to get any more words out.

“Oh alright, you’ve had enough,” Florence said, and got off of you.

The three girls helped you sit up and got you a cold cup of water.

“Feel better?” Scarlett asked.

“From being sad or the tickling?” You asked.

“Both,” the three of them all responded.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Even if it was torture for you?” Lizzie teased.

“It wasn’t even that bad,” you said, trying to play tough.

“Really? Do we need to remind you how ticklish your stomach is?” Scarlett asked, as you quickly said no and jumped away from them, leading to lots of laughs at your expense.

You guys eventually resumed filming for the day. Maybe there was magic in those tickles, or the threat of them, but you were able to master every stunt you did that day and the movie ended up being a big success.

[austinstyles]

Lover

Austin Butler x autistic reader

Summery: You and Austin are living your life as a couple. This takes place after his press for the Bikeriders and the two of you are celebrating your anniversary. Also there is a 5 year age gap. And reader is autistic.

Warning: kissing and spelling mistakes let me know if I missed anything. Also put a small steamy moment. PG. Dont read if your not comfortable.

Y/n pov

Today me and Austin are hanging out at his place. At the moment Austin has been doing press for his movie Bikeriders and any time we spend together when we’re not busy it’s always nice.

I am working on writing my fantasy book. And today I took a break to spend time with my kind hearted boyfriend since 2021.

We have always tried and made our busy schedule work and we do our best. My schedule as a full time author is actually some of what I enjoy. My dream was always to be an author and my dream came true. 

Today me and Austin are celebrating our 3 year anniversary with a intimate celebration for the two of us. Austin is the love of my life. Also every kiss is filled with passion for each other. My autism has its challenges but Austin is so supportive.

With the 3 year relationship he can understand when I have sensory overload and need to step back. He is a wonderful boyfriend. I have had other relationships before him that ended with the person finding my autism to much for them. But Austin has never done that. Also he is so charming, I feel like the luckiest woman to be with this marvelous man.

Love it when he understands my hyper fixation on the things that are my favorite things. Like how I lately have been hyper fixated on baking for the past few weeks. My experience with the baking has always been there. But also have other hyper fixations like movies and writing my book I am writing. Self published author is my passion and job.

So just before getting ready to hang out with Austin I baked some cupcakes for us to enjoy and celebrate our anniversary. Actually my favorite dates we go on is us just hanging out at my place or his place. It’s freeing to not have to use masking with Austin. Masking is were I have to act like I am neurotypical when I am not. And it is exhausting having to mask myself at times. I love feeling free to be myself 100 percent of the time.

I decided to wear a nice light yellow sundress with a denim jacket over it. I like to bring a jacket with me in case I get cold or I need it. My makeup is all done. I always go for mostly a simple look with light colors. Mostly a natural makeup look is what I go for when doing my makeup. My hair is finish with the beautiful curls I made with my straightener. Take my purse that has my car keys and my phone with me. And can’t leave without a sprits of perfume so I smell good. Get out my apartment and go to the parking garage in my apartment building. Get into the car put on my seatbelt. So I start my drive to Austin place. 

Austin pov

Today is a special day for me and my girlfriend y/n. Can’t wait to spend so nice quality alone time. I just love y/n with everything in my heart. There are moments I can’t believe I landed y/n this beautiful 27 year old that is about to turn 28 soon. Feeling very blessed and grateful. What is so magical is that we understand each other in different ways. I don’t what her to charge her personality or anything that makes her the person she is. I was completely ready and dressed for the date night at my place. Y/n has been dealing with burn out for the past few weeks so I wanted to give her what she needed. She also said that a date night would be nice so I wanted to do that for her. Her burn out has gone down y/n told me. We keep each other updated on how we’re doing. That is what works for us. And being supportive of each other’s work and helping each other also is something we do. What I love that y/n does is when she can be herself completely with me. In the past 3 years I’ve let her know you don’t have to mask yourself with me to appear neurotypical. So she has always been herself 100 percent with me over time. We respect each other and love each other.

Suddenly my door bell rings and I move towards the door. I unopened the lock, there on the other side stood my wonderful girlfriend. So I moved to let her in, and locked the door. Soon our lips are moving in sink. All my mind is thinking about that I am so happy to have this beautiful girl be my girlfriend.

Our make out is moved to my couch. And we keep at it. Soon I want to take this moment and frame it. I love her. And can’t let her out of my life. When we’re done making out we decided to watch a movie. Y/n lay her head on my shoulder. Eating dinner and watching a movie is a nice relaxing experience for the two of us. After dinner I take a cupcake and feed it to her and she does it to me.

Again we start making out, so much passion is flowing out of our lips. I want all of her and can tell she wants all of me. Quickly we abandon my couch for my bedroom. Clothes being taken of and the door being shut after we enter.

Passion sparks are everywhere and my heart is beating out of my chest. Making love with her consent it what I love besides everything else I love about her and love the respect we have for one another. This woman is my soulmate. And the fire passion can easily tell you that.

And you can tell what is happening between us behind my bedroom door. Bed is shaking and moans are coming out of our mouths.

A/n: Thanks for reading. Sorry it took some time I had writer block but not anymore. Try my best and also did the steamy scene behind closed doors because I am more comfortable with that and only writing it how I am okay with. Hope you enjoy the work. And more fanfics to come when I finish them. My request are open. Also made a shortish fanfic again I know. I try to make them as long as I am okay with and some times have to edit the story so I am happy with it and I am so happy with this.

🩷🌸👍🏻🙂😄🖤

Grace 



[laughterfixs]

What I wish could happen in HW2 TwT

[lindszeppelin]

Hot, Sweet, and Sticky

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You're in the kitchen baking some desert, and Austin takes this as the perfect opportunity to show just how much he appreciates you

Rating: Mature. 18+

Warnings: housewife kink, oral (f. receiving), p in v sex, playing with food during sex, swearing, a bit of fluff of course, creampie, light choking

Word Count: 5.8k

a/n: not much needs to be said aside from this needed to be written, and i volunteered as tribute to do it. :) (this was KINDA inspired by Cherry Pie by the band Warrant.)

Okay, this sounds easy enough. Bake at 400 for 45 minutes. Then leave to cool for 1 hour before serving. What's so hard about that?

Baking a pie seemed a little advantageous of you, especially since your culinary skills still require you to use meticulously detailed recipes to follow along with, but you were in the mood to try something new. It never scared you to back away from a good challenge.

Austin has been working so hard lately, and being the new starlet that everyone wants to get a piece of has left his energy reserves depleted. He doesn't mind saying hello to excited fans, and doing interviews on national television when required, but he'd much rather spend a quiet evening in with his girl where he doesn't have to be "on" for the public.

Seeing as it was raining cats and dogs outside, you figured what a better way to spend the afternoon than by surprising your man by making him something special. To get yourself in the mood you put on some of your favorite music. As you pull out all the necessary ingredients for this cherry pie you're attempting to bake, you let your hips swing side to side to the beat.

The butterflies in your stomach are trying to flee, but you don't allow them to overpower you. While you've never attempted to bake an entirely homemade pie before, you're confident in your skills. Once you've acquired all of the essentials and gathered them up in a haphazard pile on the granite island in the middle of your kitchen, you know you're ready to start.

Wait, I forgot something!

You snap your fingers at the realization that you aren't in the right attire to be baking. While you try to pretend that you're a culinary professional who doesn't messy up the counters and herself, you know that's not true. Knowing you, you'd probably spill cherry juice or get flour all over yourself in no time.

You scurry on over to the kitchen sink and bend forward to open the cabinets down below, pulling out a neatly folded red and white checkered apron. It was something that Austin had bought for you a long time ago when you first moved in with him. He's seen you in all your glory plenty of times before, flinging bits of food everywhere as you excitedly get into the groove of cooking. He decided it would be a practical gift. But also, it would give him an eyeful seeing you wear this, as it barely could pass as a proper apron.

It was so short it didn't even cover your front much at all. It had a cute ruffled edge along the bottom, and it had straps that hung off your shoulders. He definitely knew all too well what he was doing when he bought this little number. It revealed all the right bits of you but still kept enough to the imagination.

It was bound to look like a murder scene in the kitchen today, what with having cherries involved, so you unfolded the apron and threw it over your two piece lounge set. You certainly didn't want to dirty it, as it was yours and Austin's favorite - which was a simple white outfit with an off the shoulder crop top and matching white sleep shorts that barely covered anything. With the vintage apron now wrapped around you and tied at the back in a secure bow, you looked like something out of a 1950s pinup magazine. And you felt confident as hell in it.

One final step you always do when cooking or baking is tying up your hair in a messy bun. You decide to let your bangs softly cascade over your face, and you put your glasses on so you can read the recipe. Now that those formalities were out of the way, it was finally time to start making this damn pie before you chicken out.

You weren't keeping track of time so you weren't sure how long you'd been working on bringing this culinary masterpiece together. But you were already finished with the main star of this baking endeavor. The macerated cherries and sugar mixture were cooling in a bowl next to the pre-greased baking pan. The hardest part is still to come, making the lattice crust for the top.

The dough was on the floured granite countertop, and you were kneading away without a care. Rolling out dough was never your favorite part, you'd rather Austin do this so you can see him work his strong arms as his biceps flex with every flick of his wrists. You get so hot under the collar seeing him use his brute strength. Even something like opening a pesky pickle jar with little effort was a turn on.

You discarded your glasses beside you, not needing them for this part of the baking process. You were fully getting lost in the music playing loudly over the speakers as you begin rolling out the dough in time to the beat. Your hips naturally start to sway to and fro once more. You probably knew that you looked ridiculous right now, putting on an amusing show as you start to sing under your breath as you use the rolling pin on the pie crust.

What you didn't know was that Austin was watching your every move, but he didn't want to make his presence known just yet. He was wholeheartedly enjoying you prance around in your little outfit, with your hair up, and rolling your hips to the music like his own personal cabaret dancer.

His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth, and he let out a muffled whimper as he just stood there off to the side, getting all the more flustered. An internal battle was raging in his mind. Should he leave you to it? Or should he interrupt and have his way with you? Both options seemed tempting, as he was more than happy to observe like a snake in the grass. But his growing erection in his pants threw gasoline on the already burning fire within him. The choice was already made.

He decides to go on the prowl. Before you even know what's happening you feel Austin's arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasp, but you soon melt against Austin as he plants innocent kisses along the column of your neck, tickling you with the little bit of 5 o'clock shadow he's sporting.

"What's going on here, baby? You baking something good?" He purrs against you, the low timbre of his voice sending a chill down your spine and an ache down below. He's fanning the flames.

You sigh, getting lost in his kisses. His intrusion was welcomed. "Yes, i'm trying to make a cherry pie for you. I'm crossing my fingers it turns out well."

"A pie all for me? I feel so spoiled." Austin giggles against your neck.

"Well, why not? You've been so stressed lately. I wanted to do something nice for you." As Austin continues to ravage your neck, you attempt to get back into rolling out the dough.

"You always do nice things for me. I don't know what the hell I did to deserve you." He said in a hushed tone, enjoying the warmth of your curves pressed in all the right places against his body. His cock was getting harder by the second.

"Oh stop. I should be the one asking that, not you." You say over your shoulder. Austin could sometimes get into these modalities of believing that he's not worthy of all the good things in his life. While his brain might genuinely believe he's not deserving of your love, you both know that you're imperfectly perfect for each other.

"Hey, when you find another girl that bakes cherry pies for her man and looks as good as you while doing it then you let me know. Cause from my point of view, I'm only seeing one that fits the bill." He says enthusiastically, trying to emphasize his point.

"Shut up." You tease playfully.

"Nope, not shutting up. You got me acting all kinds of ways right now. Have you even seen yourself? You look so sexy in this apron, baby. My little housewife." He growled, his lips finding their way to where your jaw meets your ear. You chuckle when you feel his teeth nibbling teasingly on your earlobe.

"Housewife?" You kinda like the sound of that to be honest. It rolls off the tongue, and it sounds good when it's coming from Austin. You like it so much that you brush your ass back against his straining cock, which earns you a low moan from your man that reverberates in his chest.

"Oh yeah, you keep the place so nice and clean, tidying up after me when I'm too tired. You cook and bake the most scrumptious things for me. Granted, you make a horrible mess when you do, but even that's so hot. My messy girl." Austin rasps huskily. Your spurring him on so much right now and it's exhilarating to say the least. He can't help put rock his length against the curve of your ass. Breathy moans slip past his beautiful pouty lips.

A trail of wetness trickles down your thighs the more he's getting himself worked up into a tizzy. The pie has been long forgotten at this point. All you care about is how good Austin is making you feel. And you want him, right now. "Well damn, I'll wear this apron more often if it gets you this excited." You toss the rolling pin to the side and throw one of your hands behind you, cradling his head and tousling up his hair.

"Honey, you know I have a thing for vintage pinup. This right here gets my motor running." He pants hot and heavy against your ear.

Austin's grip on your waist tightens, and you gasp when he rolls his hips against your ass ardently, yearning for more friction. You moan at the delicious outline of his jean-clad cock nuzzling into your supple flesh.

"You feel that? That's what you do to me." He moans.

You bite your lip and just savor in everything Austin is giving to you in this moment. He has such an authoritative power over you where you can fall to pieces in his arms, aching for his cock in a second. He's aware of his power, and he wields it carefully.

"Austin, if you keep distracting me you won't have anything to eat for desert later." You whine in a halfhearted attempt to get back to the task at hand. You know full well that's not happening, but hey, at least you tried to act like you gave a damn.

He smirks wickedly. "That's not true, baby. I've already got desert right here. And in fact, I'm starving."

You yelp as Austin spins you around in his arms and picks you up by the backs of your thighs without a moment to lose. You instinctively jump into him, and wrap your legs around his svelte waist. He grunts as he places you down on the counter top and wastes no time in pressing his wanting lips against yours in a searing kiss filled with desperation. Your kisses turn heated, and fast. Tongues are fighting for dominance back and forth and your arousal spills out of your pussy, drenching your shorts that are holding on by a thread. You moan into his mouth and he swallows them, giving you his own erotic whines in return.

Austin pulls away from your mouth only for a moment, and leaves wet kisses down your jaw, your neck, and your decolletage. You throw your head back and whimper softly as you allow him more access to your skin begging for his attention.

His hands roam you body, making sure to give ample attention to palming your breasts through your shirt. His ears are filled with the sweet sounds of your insatiable moans that plays like the most beautiful music he's ever heard in his life. In an effort to get closer to him, you clutch onto the belt loops of his jeans in your hands and yank him forward, eliciting a gorgeous growl that make you shiver as you grind your heat along his shaft.

Austin's needy hands eventually make their way around to your back, letting his fingertips dance along the apron. He bites his lip before swallowing down his lust. "I don't know whether I want to leave this on or rip it off you." He says, toying with the bow of the apron, running his calloused fingers over the cotton. He lets the thought ruminate in his mind for a hot second before dropping the fabric from his reach. "Fuck it, the apron is staying on. I wanna see you wearing it as I take you. But first things first."

Unexpectedly, Austin peels himself away from your flushed body and gets down on his knees in front of you. The apron may be short, but you don't want it to obscure your vision. So you hold onto it with one of your hands, as the other braces itself back on the counter.

You feel Austin's hands snake from so much pent up desire as he slides your sleep shorts down and off your body. And he groans lustfully at the incredible vision of your bare pussy, glistening with your juices, inviting him in.

"Goddamn. No panties today? You're gonna be the death of me." He momentarily palms himself through his jeans, alleviating the strain against his throbbing cock that wants to spring free.

You bite your lip as you look into the eyes of your man before you. It's the hottest thing in the world seeing Austin on his knees, and he's always so eager to please his woman. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, and you spread your legs wider, beckoning him towards where you needed him the most.

He flashes you a devilish grin. He intends to rock your world, and you're literally gripping the edge of your seat with anticipation for his next move. He loves keeping you on your toes. Austin takes your hips in his hands and scoots you further down the counter, closer to his face. He gets right up close and personal to your sopping wet pussy, but he places soft butterfly kisses to your inner thighs, peppering them with love.

Your breathing rapidly increases as he gets closer and closer to your sex. His warm breath against your sensitive skin gives you goosebumps, and you whine, unable to take this torment any longer.

He flicks his baby blues up at you, which shine radiant as ever, with a twinkle of mischief behind his eyes, as he keeps you directly in his line of sight. Seeing you unfurl before him is what keeps the embers growing higher inside that tightly wound coil in his stomach. While teasing is one of his talents, he can't contain himself anymore. Finally he gives you what you want. He licks one long broad swipe through your sopping folds. And you practically cry out a the feel of his wet muscle nestled in your pussy.

Austin takes his time on you, even though he's mad with primal desire. He loves to savor you on his tongue, and make you a writhing mess on top of him. He sets a sensual pace of licking and swiping through your folds, collecting all of your heavenly nectar in his mouth and swallowing greedily. He moans against your pussy as he goes down on you, long and slow as if he's making out with you down below.

"Mmm. Fuck, you taste so good. I could eat your pussy all day, baby." He said between broad, sensual swipes of his tongue working miracles through your swollen lips. The more he laps you up the more you blossom open for him.

"Austin." You moan out. Your hips involuntarily move off the counter and thrust into his mouth, matching the leisure pace he's setting with his tongue. And he obliges by clinging onto your hips harder and spreading your legs further apart to get access to all of you at once. He continues his pace, unrelenting and slow burning. He has the most skillful mouth in all of existence. And you were the lucky girl to experience it firsthand.

Suddenly Austin sits back a little on his heels, pulling away from your pussy. But it's not for long. In a move that makes your head spin and your walls flutter, he spits directly onto your clit, getting it all covered with your juices and his own saliva thickly. You're practically dripping now onto the floor beneath you, but neither of you care. You see stars when Austin sets a target on your clit. He immediately goes to town swiping kitten licks up and down on your swollen bud.

"Oh yes! Like that." You mewl. You can't control yourself anymore, you release the apron you've been clutching onto and try to fold it as best you can so it's out of your way. Austin's sandy waves is where your hand finds residence as you push him further into your throbbing clit.

You can feel him smirk against you, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. You gush around his mouth, your juices dripping down his chin as he brings you bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks while lapping you up against his tongue. You feel like collapsing back onto the counter, he's eating you out like a thirsty man in need of water. All the obscene slurping noises he's making with his mouth as he explores all of your folds with his tongue is bringing you close to the edge. And he knows you're close, those sexy high pitched moans you make as you furrow your brow and shake around him has him picking up his pace.

"Come on baby, give it to me." He groans, his baritone voice being muffled between your legs as you keep feeding him your slick. He sloppily drags his tongue all around and through your sweet cunt, and he hungrily devours your clit with such tenacity that you want to pass out from pure pleasure. His puffy red lips are getting swollen by the second. He wants to release his cock from his jeans and jerk himself off while his tongue is buried inside of you, but he knows you're close to coming and he keeps that urge at bay for now.

He growls ferociously against your pussy, the vibration adding to the orgasmic mix of his succulent lips and strong tongue. Austin is determined to make you come like this, and he's not letting up.

"I-I'm gonna..." You moan helplessly, but your warning does nothing to stop the impactful climax that makes your walls stutter. You moan his name one final time, and your wetness pours out of you and blankets his mouth, and Austin greedily suctions it all up into his mouth. You shake hard around him, but he grounds you with his domineering hands on your hips. His fingers will probably bruise your flesh, but it'll be a reminder of how eager your man is to eat you alive.

"That's my girl." Austin coos, praising you from down below as he licks you clean. Your body jolts back a little from sensitivity as Austin's tongue gently kisses and swipes up every last drop of your orgasm. "Better than any desert you could ever make me."

A blush creeps over your blissed out face as you watch him clean you up good. Honestly, Austin could make you come on his tongue again just like this, but he has other plans for you this afternoon.

Austin plants one tender kiss to your clit, making you whimper, before he stands back up. He looks dazed out of his mind with your juices smeared all over the lower half of his face. He takes the bottom of his sweater and lifts it up to his face, wiping away what's left of you. Austin's well defined abs that you love so much are exposed for your viewing pleasure.

Your allow your fingertips to dance along his stomach, and you can feel him suck in a breath beneath your hands at your gentle touch. Once he's done wiping his face he swiftly removes his top, throwing it across the kitchen. As he does that, your hands travel on their own accord lower to the waistband of his jeans. Your deft fingers pull back the button and unzip the fly. He helps do the rest as he hooks his thumbs unto his boxers and his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles in one swift motion. At long last, his throbbing cock springs free from the confines of his clothes. And you bask at the man before you, getting even wetter at the fact that his cock is all yours.

There's no time to step out of his pants completely, he leaves them around his ankles. And he doesn't want to remove your crop top or apron. Those stay on as per his request. He immediately takes his cock in his hand and grazes his red tip through your slippery folds. You both whine lustfully as your juices and his pre-cum sloshes together in a sinful mixture.

"Austin, please. Fuck me." You purr, sex dripping from your vocal chords. One of your hands cling to his broad shoulder for support, and the other one plays with the long golden tendrils at the nape of his neck.

He looks gorgeous as he bites his lip. "God, I love hearing you beg for my cock." He moans breathlessly. Austin brings you further down the edge of the countertop, one of his hands rests on the small of your back, and the other one is groping the flesh of your ass to hoist you up in his embrace.

As you patiently wait for Austin to make his move, your demure doe eyes peer into his. Those crystalline orbs you love so much have completely stormed over, his pupils dilated. He's about to lose his damn mind if he doesn't get his dick wet right this second.

Enough playing around. It's time to get down to brass tax. He drags the head of his thick cock down to your weeping entrance and shallowly thrusts inside until he bottoms out all the way. The groan that befell his lips and shrouded your senses made your pussy clench around his engorged member, coaxing him on even more.

He gives you a second for your walls to adjust to his girth, which doesn't take long because you're soaking wet. And you accommodate Austin's impressive cock so well. In no time the temporary sting of being stretched gives way to the immense pleasure.

Austin gets to work thrusting in and out of your slippery cunt with ease, still just as tight for him as the first time he made love to you.

"Aus!" You moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

"Oh shit, your pussy feels like Heaven." He groans. He holds onto you tight as he fucks you passionately. Your juices coat his cock, strings of slick stick to the both of you, making it easier for him to push deeper inside of you.

Your walls flutter around him so deliciously, he can't help but fuck you just a little bit faster. Using his shoulder for leverage as you hold onto him, you raise your hips off the counter and thrust your hips down onto his cock. Soon you're working together in a sweet rhythm as you pant and moan into each other's sweaty faces.

He looks so hot with his mouth hung open, filthy noises pouring out past his puffy lips. And his long hair hangs low in his face as you bounce harder on his cock. The tendrils obscure his pretty eyes, but it makes your walls stroke his engorged length even harder.

You're so lost in the throws of passion that you barely notice Austin reach behind you to a cold bowl of whipped cream you have sitting out for the cherry pie. Austin cheekily dips two fingers into the cream and taps his fingertips against your bottom lip as you're in the middle of letting out a carnal moan. Your eyes spring open suddenly as you feel the cold cream start to seep past your lips.

"Suck." Was all Austin said. Your pussy gushed around him, being turned on by the command. And god do you ever love this man's fingers so much, how can you seriously say no to this? And he uses that knowledge of your yearning for his fingers all the time to his advantage.

You let your tongue lap underneath his two fingers, bringing them into your mouth expertly. Austin watches intently as you whine around his digits, sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers as you draw them deeper into your mouth, lavishing them as if it was his cock in your mouth.

Austin let's out a long, guttural groan from his throat as he watches his fingers disappear into your mouth as you swallowed all of the whipped cream obediently. As quickly as you brought his sexy fingers into your mouth he pulled them out, and went to wrap his entire hand around the front of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"My best girl. You greedily take everything I give you, don't you? My perfect housewife is so well disciplined." He grits through his clenched jaw as he slams his cock in and out of your aching pussy.

A little lightbulb flickered through your mind in this moment. Why should he have all the fun playing with his food? While Austin is brushing his swollen cock perfectly against your g-spot, making you gush and shiver around him, you set your plan into motion.

He watches you with a quizzical brow as you too dip your fingers into the bowl of whipped cream. Once you've scooped enough of the sticky confection onto your fingertips, you squeal playfully as you smear the cream over Austin's cheek. Some of it falls into his neck in the process by accident.

To your surprise, this doesn't deter Austin at all. In fact, you can feel his cock pumping harder and deeper into your juicy pussy. He's actually enjoying this. The dominant act he was putting on for you slowly faded away, leaving him laughing sweetly at your antics.

He smiles wide. "How dare you! I'm kinda in the middle of fucking your brains out here." He chuckled breathlessly. His pace never relenting, he's still managing to plunge his cock so good into you.

You lean into him. "Don't worry honey, I always clean up my messes. That's what good housewives do right?" You purred sexily. His eyes widen in trepidation and arousal at your words. And he nearly dropped you out of his grasp when he felt your soft tongue scandalously lick his face, getting every remnant of cream into your mouth.

He moans, and the hand around your throat drops to your voluptuous ass as he swats you a couple of times. His cock throbs strong and proud as he strokes your sweet spot over and over again. You tightened your grip on his shoulder, and you further threaded your fingers deep into his silky golden strands. You were practically levitating off of the table at this point, he held you firm against his hard body.

Your pussy enveloped every amazing inch of him as he thrusted his cock as far as he could feasibly get, before pulling out almost all the way. You whined at the loss of him with just the tip clinging on for dear life. But you both shuddered, groaning wildly to each other when he slammed you down swiftly on his cock. He was balls deep inside and unrelenting.

"You're so fucking hot, baby. I swear to God I'm gonna come any second." He bellows, he shivers violently as your sweet tongue gets back to work lapping up all of the cream off his face, and you pepper kisses down the bulging veins in his neck.

His thrusts quickly turn sloppy. Your divine pussy is milking him for everything he's worth, drawing out his impending orgasm right along with you. And he desperately wants to give all of himself over to you.

"Aus, i'm so close." You moan. Your legs twitch around his waist, and you bounce down harder on his dick. The most erotic sounds were coming from your conjoined bodies. You didn't know how long you could last like this, but it wasn't a whole lot of time.

"I know. Come on my cock. Give me what's mine." He snarls like an animal in heat in your face. You lose it right then and there. When Austin talks dirty to you like that it's game over.

"Fuuuuck, Austin!" You groan one final time. You shake in his arms as you feel your orgasm rush over you, and ooze out around his cock and drip down your thighs and onto his legs. This new pool of wetness has Austin catapulting over the cliff, and you can feel him lose his resolve with every deep plunge of his cock. Your walls coaxing him to come, and your sexy moans, was the thing that did him in.

"Y/N, fucking hell!" Austin hoarsely yelled. He stuttered inside of you, his cock swelling up and shooting out load after load of his hot come, completely drenching every inch of your walls.

You both shake and writhe together, coming down from the highs of your explosive orgasms. Poor Austin can no longer hold you up, the adrenaline leaving his body and rendering his arms slack. He gingerly places you back down on the counter before he actually does drop you for real.

You both simply stare at each other, eyes full of nothing but love and adoration. He presses his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath.

"My god that was somethin' else." He giggles.

"Mm. Yeah, that was amazing." You praise, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to find your way back down to Earth. "Oh hang on, I missed a spot on." You say curiously as you inspect Austin's perfectly sculped face in your hands. You didn't do the best job apparently of getting rid of all the whipped cream off of Austin's cheek. You take the ruffled edge of the apron from between your bodies and bring it up to his face, gently cleaning off the shiny sticky residue of the cream.

Austin hums as you dote on him. "You really are so goddamn perfect, y'know that?"

You blush. "No, you."

Austin rolls his eyes and smacks your ass lightly, making you jump. "You're incorrigible." He chuckles, bemused by your inability to take a compliment.

Your apron does it's job wiping Austin's face and neck. You do one final pass along his skin before you smile at your handiwork. Austin sighs contentedly when you place an affectionate kiss on his cheek. And he reciprocates by taking your chin in his palm, his fingers caressing your jaw, as he presses his pillowy lips tenderly onto yours.

Somehow you both forgot that Austin's cock is still stuffed full inside your pussy, the feel of him buried to the hilt was like home and you didn't want him to leave. Neither did he, but the alarm on the stove buzzed impossibly loud in your ears, alerting you that it was at the perfect temperature to put the pie inside.

Austin laughed, crinkling his nose cutely. "I would say sorry for getting in the way of making your cherry pie. But i'm not." He said jokingly.

You attempted to laugh but you whimpered as Austin withdrew himself from your used and abused pussy. His come leaked out of you and fell onto the floor by his feet. He took note of the mess on the ground and trailed his eyes hungrily over your exposed cunt oozing with his load. He licked his lips.

"Now that is the best looking pie I've ever seen. Goddamn." He threw you a sexy wink before making his way over to the sink to grab some paper towel to clean himself off.

You groaned at his joke. "Aus, I just knew you were gonna say something like that." You pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers, laughing and cringing at the words that flew out of his mouth.

Once he was done with himself, he pulled his pants and boxers back on, zipping them up. He turned back around to you with a new towel and went to work on cleaning his come from your thighs. A simple but caring romantic gesture that made you swoon.

"I thought you love when I make jokes." He teased. After cleaning you up he threw the towels in the trash and lifted you down off of the counter and back on steady ground. You wobbled a little, grasping at his biceps as your legs regained life.

"Of course I do, you're actually really funny when you want to be." You quipped back in a sassy tone.

He feigned hurt by putting his hand over his heart. "Ouch. That one cut just a little too deep, baby."

You fluffed your long lashes at him as you tried to readjust your top and your apron. "Love you." You said, dripping with too much sugary sweetness.

But Austin was putty in your hands. "Love you more." He scanned the kitchen floors to where he discarded your sleep shorts and ran to grab them, handing them to you. "Figured you wanted these back." He grinned.

"Yes thank you, I don't wanna be standing here trying to make this pie with my vagina hanging out." You giggled.

Austin threw his head back and burst out into a hearty belly laugh. "Honestly, that sounds so sexy to me. I would not complain."

You slapped his arm. "Of course you wouldn't. But I seriously need to get a move on with this pie. I'm not even done rolling the dough out."

With your shorts back on and trying your best to look put together, as if you didn't just get brutally fucked on the counter, you turned your attention back to the half rolled out pie crust. You still had so much work ahead of you.

Austin shoves one of his hands into his jeans pocket while the other one drapes around your waist, he looks down at you like your his entire world. And you are. "Would you like some help?"

You avert your attention away from the mess on the counter and up into your man's sparkling diamond eyes. You smiled warmly and nodded. "Sure I'd love your help, thank you."

The two of you get to work posthaste on coming together as a team, creating the most sweet and juicy cherry pie you've both ever eaten. But while it's an outstanding desert, Austin much prefers the taste of you.

tags: @aconflagrationofmyown @harringrove-sketchbookpages @samfangirls @2lekk @moonchild-daniella @ggwritesstuff @plasticfantasticl0ver @austinbutlersworld @unadulteratedkingdomzombie @sapphirescripts @ash-omalley @pearlparty @denised916 @cartooncoaster @flowersofcement @allittakesisoneflight @powerofelvis @headfullofpresley @elvisabutler @avengen

[lunarisntlee]

Body positivity tickling with ler alastor<3

[anxious-lee-ler]

I had a dream last night where I got to tickle Sebastian aaaa- I swiped up his back, tickled along his tail/sides/ribs, and I got to squeeze and blow raspberries on his chubby tummy-

It was adorable too- he was squealing and laughing- he was squirmy and reaching around as if he wanted to get away, but didn't make the effort to-

[blushyeleven]

Merry Christmas!! And yes, this fic idea is inspired by the TikTok trend but it was to funny to pass up and I had no better ideas so😭 anyways, have a good day everyone!

characters: ler!wednesday, lee!y/n

warnings: tickles

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

The snow was delicately falling outside, covering nevermore in a thick white sheet. It was the night before christmas and you already had your first suprise planned for your girlfriend, Wednesday. She already strictly told you “no surprises” and made it very clear that she didn’t want any presents.. but this was something you didn’t think she could refuse.

Wednesay was out for the evening.. doing god knows what but you were actually waiting for this moment. Waiting patiently for her to leave so your plan could take action. As soon as the oak wooden door shut you leapt off your bed and scurried to the rapping paper, scissors and cello tape. You recently saw this trend on TikTok and you knew you had to try it. So you stood at your standing mirror and began rapping yourself in the festive paper like a mummy. You first started by wrapping your torso. This was a two person job if you were being honest but you had to work with the things you had.. and that was yourself.

You began slicing the cello tape and precisely sticking it to yourself as soon enough you were practically smothered in red and green paper.. as if it was a dress. You also topped it off with a red bow ontop of your head. Feeling quite proud of yourself and the masterpiece that you had crafted you then placed yourself infront of the christmas tree that was standing in the center of your dorm room (which took a lot of effort but Wednesday reluctantly agreed to it) and you patiently waited for your girlfriend to walk in and see her surprise.

After a few long moments of waiting you heard the door open “I’m back” she said walking in and spotting you immediately. You had the biggest smile plastered across your face as she looked at a loss for words. Confused but also amused. “what.. what is this?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows and you swore you could see a slight upcurve on her lips. “I’m your present” you said, trying desperately to swallow the stupid giggles forming. “how did you.. I.. oh my god y/n” the raven had no idea what to say. As she stood a few feet in front of you. Completely puzzled on what to do or how to even react. Meanwhile you were still sat there giggling to yourself at her complete shock and confusion. “I’m guessing this is the fault of your stupid social media apps..” she was clearly becoming more amused at the situation and how ridiculous it all was. “yup!” You nodded, stating proudly.

“and how exactly do you plan to get out of that?” she asked with a raised brow, still standing in front of you. you didn’t exactly know how to answer that.. you didn’t plan this far. “I.. uhm.. help?” You asked with a small and hopeful smile to which the goth let out an audible sigh. If Wednesday ever showed any emotions you could tell she’d be smiling right now..

“stand up” she ordered with a small smirk to which you tried.. but the wrapping paper that was clutched to you was making it very difficult to bend your knees. Wednesday just rolled her eyes playfully and offered you a hand which you politely accepted and stood up. “Where are the scissors?” She asked with a slight tinge of ‘annoyance’ (amusement) in her tone. The question made your eyes go wide “uhh.. I actually don’t know..” you giggled nervously seeing the raven roll her eyes. “okay.. I’ll just tear you out of it then” she replied with a small but noticeable smirk before taking a few steps closer and began searching for the best place to tear from. Since the paper had multiple layers and was practically covering ever inch of your body she was finding it difficult to know we’re to start. Until she found a loose area on your sides to which she moved her hand to pinch it; her fingers accidentally brushing against your side. This small movement caused you to lean away with a small squeak before biting your lip. Wedneday just looked up at you with a quirked brow.. clearly expecting for an answer. “uh.. sorry” was the best you could say before she carried on attempting to rip the wrapping paper off. She managed to pull a chunk off and threw it to the floor as it fell elegantly. She then grabbed the end of where the last bit of paper was torn off from and that was your stomach. But as she tried to grab it you felt a single finger prod into stomach to which you instinctively sucked your stomach in, stepped back a little and made a small gasp. Wednesday then stopped again to look up at you.

“something wrong?” she asked as emotionless and monotone as always. “n-nope!” you replied, avoiding her eye contact and thought it would be best to look at the floor instead of at her burning gaze. “are you sure because it looks like your having a hard time trying to stay still” she stated.. again.. expecting an explanation from you. “sorry I-.. it’s nothing” you tried to act like it was nothing but your cheeks had matched the colour of the red glittery bauble behind you. “if you say so” she said before still managing to tear off the paper a chunk at a time.. seeming as you did so many layers of cello tape to make sure it was secure enough.

As she was doing so.. every now and again she’s feel you shuffle around with either a small squeak or a gasp before she finally got the explanation she needed behind your strange behaviour. Although, she didn’t think to mention it.. just yet. But after a while of you wiggling in your spot and a few sharp noises Wednesday finally spoke up “will you stop squirming so I can get you out of this thing?” she requested. Well it was more of a demand. “I’m trying!” You countered.. but even still at the smallest of touches you would lean away and take a step in the opposite direction.

“you know what.. this isn’t working. New plan.. I’m tickling you until you manage to free yourself” Wednesday had a sinister smirk plastered on her face as she watched your eyes widen “w-what?” you said, your cheeks so red they were practically glowing. “you heard me” the goth replied and wasted no more time before she tasered her fingers into both of your sides, earning a ear-ringing, piercing shriek from you followed by the sounds of your own bubbly giggles. “nohoho!! dohohonttt!” you started squirming on the spot and desperately trying to break yourself out of your own trap. “to late, this is more entertaining then trying to tear it off of you manually anyways”she teased seeing you in your giggle fit. “bahahahhahaha nahahahhahaha!! plehehehheasee!!”

wednesay then moved spots, her hand positioned in a claw like shape into your stomach before using her fingers to rapidly scribble at the sensitive spot. She had to make sure to put a little more pressure on your stomach so you could feel the tickles under the paper which her fingers were just currently gliding across. Your squeaky laughter was bouncing off the walls as you couldn’t even escape Wednesdays evil fingers which stayed in its place, scribbling at your stomach. “ehehehhe nohohoho stahahahppp!” You tried to plead but your giggles were to jumbled in with your speak it almost made you incoherent.

“hm, no” wednesay stated, still with her smirk. Clearly getting great enjoyment out of this. “I’m going easy on you, you should by grateful” she added. you blushed at this seeming as she wasn’t completely wrecking you.. but even still it was enough to drive the laughter out of you. You also couldn’t stop the beaming smile that was spread across your face.. which was obviously a clear indication to Wednesday that you were getting a sense of enjoyment out of it aswell. “ahahaha thihis ihisnt fahahairrr!” You whined as you were practically stuck in one spot as you tried to squirm yourself out of the wrapping paper. “this is fair.. don’t act like your also not enjoying this” wedneday observed, her face was back to mutual.. which somehow made the comments and teases more flustering.

“I ahaham nohohottt!” You attempted to protest. There was no way you could let your girlfriend know that you enjoyed it.. she wasn’t even meant to find out you where ticklish because you saw how evil she was with it. “oh? your not? Then what’s that smile all about?” She asked ‘innocently’ but she knew what she was doing.. ofcourse she did. “shuhut uhuppp!!” you whined again, your brain was to scrambled to think of any decent comebacks or complaints at this point. Your mind and thoughts were all mush as the only thing you could focus on was the sensation coursing through your body.

Wednesday then moved her hands to a new location; your ribs. Not knowing that this would be the cause of your laughter to raise a few octaves and cause you to practically explode. “WAHAHAIT- NOHO! COHOME OHON!” You tried to bat at her hands but they dodged you with ease, it was useless. She was to quick for you. I mean, she was trained in ways to torture people. Unluckily (or luckily) for you.. one of them was tickling. So since she was so skilled she effectively and efficiently knew how to tickle you. “bad spot?” She rhetorically asked. It was such a simple question yet it was also so flustering. “YEHEHEESS!!” although this motivated Wednesday to carry on, spidering and clawing her fingers into your ribs as she watched your rather amusing reactions.

She was just scratching and scraping at your ribs as your laughter eoched and reached a new level of high to the point where it was practically silent with a few breaks of squeaks in it. “I CAHAHANTTT!!” you called out, your face turning into a deeper shade of scarlet. “okay your being dramatic.. your acting as if I’m killing you” “YOHOHOU AHARE!” You snapped back before desperately trying to wiggle out of the paper.

And just as it almost seemed impossible, all of your squirming caused a direct tear right down in the middle of the paper to which your hands desperately scrambled to tear it off and freezing yourself. Just as you did this Wednesday stopped with a small up-curve of her lips, seemingly impressed.

“well finally, I was beginning to think you weren’t even trying to free yourself because you just wanted me to keep tickling you” the goth stayed with a more teasy smirk as she walked of to sit at her desk for her writing time.

While you were just left standing there, a flustered mess.

[mwahmimi]

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

You beg him to stop and squeal at the first touch. Giggles falling from your lips before you even realise you’re doing it. You thrash your chest into Spencer’s, writhing under his fingers.

He chuckles in response, holding your wrists together and above your head with one hand. Squeezing up and down your exposed side with the other, his touch is firm but playful, taking extra special care in not pressing too hard onto your ribs. His smile beams a spotlight down on you as he watches you wriggle around, almost dancing to escape the sensation.

“You can’t prepare to not be ticklish! It’s a natural bodily reaction. Did you know there’s actually two types of tickling? There’s knismesis which is essentially the lighter touch, like a bug landing on you and the reaction being the itchy feeling you just have to scratch but it doesn’t make you laugh. And there’s also this, what’s happening to you right now. It’s called gargalesis, it’s a harder form of touch which causes that pretty laughter that I can hear right now, and that quite frankly, glass shattering squeal noise when I get too close to your underarm.”

Spencer exclaims. He chuckles at the same squeal he was talking about escaping your lips as his fingers spider-walk from your hipbone all the way up to your armpit, swirling a single finger around in gentle circles in the hollow of your arm.

You manage to knock your wrists out of his grip, pulling your arms down and wrapping them around yourself in a self-hug to protect your sensitive spots. Still letting out residual giggles from the brutal onslaught.

“Wow. You are super ticklish.”

He speaks with a smirk, swiping the hair that has managed to wrap itself into your mouth from your squirming away from your tongue and behind your ear. Spencer’s hands find the small of your back and his open palm rubs against your spine softly.

“You are the absolute worst Spencer Reid.”

You babble, unable to wipe the smile off of your flushed face. He smiles back down at you, pressing his chin to the top of your head shyly. Holding you in an awkward hug he sways you in his hold from side to side, rocking you gently. Your heartbeat slows and syncs in time with his, your fingers interlocking before he speaks.

“The worst at giving you a thorough, hands on education on bodily reactions that I think you should be grateful for.”

You loved this nerd.

[problemlikesdrawing]

Caught you >:) (Doors) [cw: sfw tickling] N*FW DNI

holy SHIT yall liked my last doors tickle post my GOD- anyway gotta do the iconic chase guy ykwhatimsayin

anyways here i speedran this one, i joined track at sccool so i wont have as much time to draw but here's this for now :)

-btw someone told me my art was nice, means a lot to me so secret shout to that person (becuz idk if they want a public one) YOURS IS TOO <33

[queenendless]

Giddy Giant

Working on new content for here on other stuff like P3R and maybe YGO in the future but its mostly JJK still for now. Anywho — !

Lee!Satoru Gojo x Ler!GN!Reader.

Short fic piece on established relationship, tickle madness/fluff, foot tickles/worship. The moment I saw the official artwork, my inner ler demanded content.

Sorry for my personal kinks/fetishes and it's fine if it turns you off from reading this but honestly I wrote this in like 2 days ... yeah inspiration comes and goes and works in odd ways so sorry about that.

*DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, TRANSLATE, COPY AND/OR EDIT MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER IF YOU ENJOY MY CONTENT, REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW, THNX.

Downing a bunch of coffee with mini marshmallows would satiate the sweets addicted Satoru Gojo for the time being.

But after finishing a week’s worth of work exorcizing curses, it would make even the one at the apex of sorcery get exhausted.

So cups of that cozy warm beverage only knocked him right out.

To see him out of his usual work attire and into more casual clothing was nice. Having no blindfold on meant his bangs hung freely in his face.

Laying down on the couch meant his long slim legs took up most of it, with his big dawgs pressed against the couch arm.

You peaked over the couch, smitten at the breathtaking sight of your partner fast asleep, feasting on how irresistible he looked.

Now that he's back in your shared home, that meant he trusted you enough to let his Infinity down and recharge.

But after being apart for so long, you wanted to hear his genuine melody right away.

The carefree laughs he gives off to everyone else was always for show or mockery due to his bad personality.

And yet, around you, his persona as the strongest could be dropped. To you, he's just Satoru Gojo, your partner, free to unwind.

For you, plopping on the arm rest those grippers pressed up against, your favorite unwinding method went underway.

His face scrunched up a bit, underlined by quiet grumbles as you stroked a finger up and down one sole before his other foot came in to brush your ghost touches away.

You grinned slyly, repeating the same brush stroke to the other sole, watching in silent glee as those strewn lips started stretching.

Tenderly rubbing his bridges in circles, your hands went all spider-like as they scratched at them next.

His legs shifted as his head craned back against the other armrest, humming some deep chuckles behind those now curling lips.

Slowly wiggling your digits into his arches had him kicking, nearly hitting you, but you sprung off the arm rest, when you froze.

“If you wanted to get a session going, you could have just waited until after I fully rested up. But attacking me in my sleep with my guard down like that … sneaky little ler you~”

Despite getting caught, Gojo's slanted eyes danced with mirth, peeking from underneath his arm resting against his forehead. He then propped those feet up on the armrest, waving them temptingly, waiting for your next move.

Gently kneading that velvety foot with ease made you relish in how soft they felt despite the man moving around so much and kicking the shit out of foes and the like. Your thumbs wiggled deeply into his silky skin, licking and smooching, for his taste is one that could never be topped.

He craned his head back as his adorable giggles left his open mouth smile, plopping his spare foot atop your noggin. “Does using you as my new footstool earn me anything?”

“Careful what you wish for.”

Releasing your current target, you pulled his other foot off your cranium before squeezing it in both your hands, gentle nibbling on his squirmy taunting toes had him giggling louder, kicking his spasming free leg out in response.

“Maybe I should have asked for this kind of treatment the moment I got back.” He chortled through his words, squirming as he sat up now, pulling his free foot out of your reach to flex it. “Though I'd rather you sit your cute little fanny down if we're gonna keep going.”

Smooching the ball of his foot, you freed it as you curled up on the empty cushion spot, snatching up the other foot, cradling it still before lathering those toes in the same sultry treatment as you gave the previous five, working your tongue in between them, earning a guffawing Gojo squirming in his spot.

“If it means I can keep doing this, fine by me.” Your breathy words made him shiver from the tingling touch to his slick skin.

“Can't believe being the lee in this can feel this good. Receiving this kind of worship from you is interesting. Though it'd devastate my very soul if I reflexively hit you by accident~!” He dramatically cried out before breaking out into full blown howling as you sat on his calves to slide all your fingers in between all his toes, attacking the pads and stems in your vibrating frenzy.

“That's a risk I'm willing to take – AAH~!”

You suddenly yelp as Satoru slid his hands underneath your top from behind, kneading and pinching your flesh, jolting in his grasp while letting out many shrieks yourself.

“Bad move to turn your back on your prey ... Y/n.”

Your futile attempt to pull away from him drove him to pull himself in until he literally splayed up against your back, leaning down to chuckle sinisterly right in your blushing ear.

“This is where you're weak, right~?” His teasing only heightened the ticklish sensation as his hands slid down to cup your jiggly belly and vibrate those sculpted fingers of his crazily, bringing out a stream of high-pitched howling and frantic limbs flailing outta you.

“I'm down for switching our roles right about now. You're not the only one who's missed the sound of our laughter.” He littered your face with butterfly kisses in tune with his fingers digging into your hips, making you laugh harder. “Especially yours.”

“No fair! I was just getting started!” You whined through your cackling when his lips began buzzing into your neck, earning spouts of screams and squirming from you.

“You've been a fabulous tickle monster thus far, Y/n. But now, let your dear Toru return the favor~” His devious laughter mingled with your guffawing as his lone digit jiggled into your belly button.

His unrestrained laughter filled up the room with yours, caging your legs between his own. Shedding tears from the ticklish overload, you were smothered by his unbridled warmth, tickles and all.

After a while spent becoming puddy in his dexterous hands, he stopped, letting you sag against his chest, shivering from his ghost touches, tired giggles leaving your parted lips.

Nuzzling his nose against your tear-stained hot cheek, he licked the salty goodness off your skin. Satoru beamed with affection for you, pecking your lips lovingly with a giggle of his own. “Good to be back in your arms again, my beloved ler.”

He fell back against the couch so he could lay there with you entangled in his arms, your legs intertwined, as you nuzzled your tired face against your makeshift pillow that is his chest, finally settling down with a smile of your own.

“Welcome home.”