#all saints street tickles

[berrys-hide-out]

Demon King or Neil

Summary: Neil and Damao are playing video games until Damao loses by a second and chaos erups

Warnings: Tickles

Characters: Lee!Neil, Ler!Damao

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Damao and Neil were alone at home.. well more or less at least. Ira was upstairs, chilling in his room, probably sleeping.

When the young demon had asked Damao if he wanted to play video games, the werewolf thought of it as a challenge and almost immediately agreed to it.

And now they were sat in the common room, both incredibly focused on their little mario cart race, well one more then the other as Neils tail swished back and forth in Damaos sides from time to time. "I wont let you win Neil!" Damao grinned as he had the first place on their thrid and last round. The male felt Neils tail swish a little faster making him look at the little demon, seeing a smug smile "We'll see about that!" he exclaimed just the second before the screen showed the blue shell and hit Damao just a few meters in front of the finish line.

"No... come on!" he murmured and saw Neil pass him and finsih the race. "YES!" he exclaimed happily and moved to lay-sit on the cough "Hehehe sorry" Neil giggled at the pout Damao was wearing- "do you find this funny?!" the werewolf asked and raised a questioning eyebrow- his lips tuning upwards ever so slightly. - it was, it was incredibly funny, the little pout the muscular man had worn was totally out of character!

Neil smiled at him, giggles making it past his lips as he wasn't completely sure what the other was planning- still he felt brave enough "mahaybe!"- Ira would save him if that wouldn't be the case anyways- right?

Damao wasn't sure what he was expecting but a 'maybe' was definetely not it. He grinned, time to mess with him. "Y'know Neil, I think the demon king is in control" he sighed mockingly, making Neil raise an eyebrow, curious to where this will lead.

"our Neil would never do such mean thing as taking the first place right from our grasps, especially not with such a curel method!" Damao continued, speaking in a different manner then he usually would to keep things playful.

"But I just di-" "I'm going to bring Neil back to us and I already know how." Damao grinned playfully at the nervous smile on Neil's face.

what was that werewolf up to..? just a few weeks ago he was trying to avoid Neil at all costs! No that doesnt matter now- Neil would take this rare chance to bond with his roommate! The demon sat himself towards the other and put the controller away "And how..?" he asked and tilted his head- Damao punced seeing the smaller's eyes widen in shock and a small yelp escaped as he was wrestled down.

"Give in Demon King! You cannot avoid faith!" Damao exclaimed and quickly went through Neils defenses and squeezed right above the spot between his ribs and armpits. "HEhEHEY!" Neil protests with a jump, taken completely off guard.

Damao chuckled at the response and trapped Neils one hand next to his head onto the couch. "Hehe you can't escape me Demon King! I will save our Neil and bring him back!" "BUhuhUt IHI'M RiHIHihight hEHehere!" Neil shot at him, trying to glare without luck though as a soft blush dusted his cheeks.

"No way! hmmm.. maybe I'm doing this wrong.. let's try.. HERE!" he announced and let both his hands about to vibrate Neils waist earning a shriek and kicking legs "NAHA! DAHAMAHAO! HOHOLD OHON!" the demon cackled and held onto Damao's wrists.

Damao heard a door open above them- that Ira heard them.. oh well he had a Demon King to defeat!

Neils thoughts were racing, his blush growing as he noticed more and more how much he didn't mind this at all- still he was not the Demon King! He was resting inside hime yes but he was not in control!

Ira let out a chuckle and made himself known to the two "IHIHIRA HEHELP!" Neil squealed out but didn't look into the vampires direction as he tried to somehow lessen the maddening feeling. The vampire and Werewolf locked eyes for a second. Damao switched to skribbling over Neils ribs and Ira sighed while e shrugged "Not sure what he did but don't take it too far." he warned and kept walking over to the fridge.

Damao chuckled and looked at Neil who had calmed down quite a bit- still giggling uo a storm though. "You're lucky Lily doesn't know about this~" he teased, seeing Neil flush in a crimson red all the way up to his ears. "Dohon't tehell heheher!" Ira chuckled from the kitched "SHE ALREADY KNOWS!" he yelled out making Neil whine between his bubbly giggles that earned in pitch at the comment.

Damao chuckled and let up for a second. "If you're Neil and not the Demon King, I'm pretty sure you know where Lynn and Lily went." Neil huffed a chuckle "They're out for easter shopping" Damao hummed "and?" he asked with a sly grin. "and..?" Neil echoed "yeah there's another reason they're outside today." Damao told him- not leaving Neil any room to think before going back to tickling him.

"IHI wahas RIHIght thOHOugh! NohOHOhot TheHE tuHUHum- DAHAmahao!" The taller of the two clicked his tongue "That could've been a lucky guess, Easter is soon after all." he sighed but the playful smile never vanished from his features.

Ira hummed as he nibbled on his bloodsicle "if I were you Neil, I would try and fight back. Oh well, laters!" the vampire called and disappeared back to the upstairs.

Niel huffed through his giggles- how dare Ira leave him here!

Yet before the demon could make anymore protests their front door flew open showing Lily and Lynn. "Ah, welcome back." Damao greeted, letting Neil up. The demon greeted them with a giggly hello- still laying there Lily ran up to him and started to ramble about the pretty ornaments she and her brother had seen today.

Damao stood up and went to help Lynn. "oh by the way, why are you blushing so hard?" Lily suddenly asked earning wide eyes and his blush that had just began to vanish grew again.

"Neil is ticklish!" the two heard from the stairs "Ira-AHaha~"

Easter preperations could wait a little longer he guessed as Lily just continued to ramble and kept on randomly poking him.

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hehe ~ @wertzunge I hope this was to your expectations! Tysm for the request (and sorry for the tag~)

#lee!neil #ler!Damao #Damao #Neil #All Saints Street #All Saints Street Tickles #tickle fic #yay rq's #berry talks #berry’s hideout #berry writes

[alwayscorvus]

"Too grumpy to handle" - How your relathioship with Gallagher began

"Too grumpy to handle" - How your relathioship with Gallagher began

malereader x older!Gallagher, fluff; warning! doing 18+/21+ acts hinted;

It's obvious that when you saw such a handsome man sitting alone at the bar, you just had to join him. You weren't saint. His look itself made you want to persue him. Seeing that pile of muscles peeking through unbuttoned shirt- his masculine, slightly bearded face- and what's more- this gentle eyes-... You felt something deep inside.

You, casualy took a seat next to the man. And he only threw you a quick glance.

Nevertheless, you didn't retreat from battlefield so easily. As every "typical player", you ordered two whiskeys with Cokes. For yourself and for him.

Old roadside bar was practically empty. Warm candlelight gently smoldered in a wooden room. No one was paying attention to you. Even bartender stayed back in his break room and left it only from time to time to serve some orders.

Gallagher accepted your drink without a word. Since he was already sitting there anyway, he could listen to you. Especially for free whiskey.

Besides, as you found out later, he was used to it. As a mixologist, he had listened to more than one drunk person in his life. And he often enjoyed taking their places. Especially after having a hard time in work.

It was one of those days when everything accumulated and he just had enough. Today's stowaway chase… Completely drained him out. Everyone demanded something from him. Superiors wanted him to solve cases as quickly as possible, without complaining. Subordinates hoped to find in him a support, role model and even better, someone who would do everything for them. Family waited for promotions and an ideal son who should have started his own household a long time ago and give them grandchildren.

That's why it's no wonder that all he wanted to do at that moment, was to give himself to you. Sink into your embrace. You were so warm, so affectionate-

This vibe of responsibility, masculinity, security, all the way urged him to let you take control.

Trying to act casual, he allowed you to lead the way, with intertwined hands. Up the shadowed stairs, to one of a rooms for rent. This for worn-out wanderers.

He wasn't sure why it happened. Such situations weren't common for him. Or at least never in such position. Everyone, seeing him, felt intimidated and took for granted his willingness to lead. And he just didn't protest. Just like now. He was so unbothered. When you sobered up, you even had some moral doubt. If for sure, you hadn't taken advantage of his weakness. He assured you, however, that if he really didn't feel like it, he would have kicked you in balls, handcuffed, arrested and lead you to the nearest police station.

Apparently this had happened to him more than once. Hearing that, a sudden shiver of terror went through you. You were so close to suffering a drastic consequences.

When it was all over, and you regained your strength, you turned your attention back to Gallagher.

He was sitting with his legs straight, leaning against the headboard of large bed. His lower body was covered by a white, soft duvet. You, on the other hand, were lying sideways, on a bent arm, almost snuggled into a cozy pillow.

You couldn't take your eyes off Gallagher. Glow of street lamps, crept into the bedroom through half-exposed window and tickled his slowly cooling body.

Gallagher carefully lit a cigarette, with a lighter he had earlier fished out of his pants, that had been tossed onto a floor. Orange, playful flame let you see his face in new colors.

He fixed strands of hair that were sticky from sweat and hid them behind his ear. Allowing you by that to get a closer look at his other features.

With each passing second, you began to like him more and more.

He threw a closed lighter to the edge of a bed and took a decent drag of nicotine.

At the same time, Gallagher stared at the wall in front of him. He was was thinking hard about something. Instead of paying attention to your presence.

When he let out a puff of smoke something tickled your nostrils.

He didn't even offer you a cigarette.

Perhaps you didn't look like a person who smoked too often. Or maybe your needs didn't really matter to him.

You weren't taken aback. You raised your free hand and gently began to draw a small circles on his firm chest. While doing so, you asked how was he feeling. If he was all right, if he wasn't in pain. Gallagher only hummed to you reassuringly, while still staring blankly into a space.

After a minute, however, perhaps pushed by your sudden affection, which he didn't expect, he stubbed his cigarette. Crushed it against a glass bottom of an ashtray and turned suddenly toward you. Like a large but harmless bear, he snuggled into your embrace. Surprising you quite a bit in the process. He hid his head in crook of your neck and decided to take advantage of his last moments with you.

After all, they were so nice. It was the first time in so long when he could really relax and feel so comfortable and safe. No one judged him.

Gallagher couldn't expect that you took him seriously and that you didn't plan to just leave him. Especially since you felt something more for him after that night.

You have permanently added yourself into his schedule. You visited him during work, brought food, and chatted. Gallagher wasn't very talkative, but your funny stories or anecdotes were able to provide him with an entertainment. He wouldn't admit it, but every workday, he looked forward to the hour when you would finally visit him. Most often it happened at a lunchtime. Sometimes completely out of the blue. And when you decided to come at the end of his shift Gallagher began to grind his teeth. Apparently, he was becoming even more grumpy than usual, and his co-workers couldn't stand his gloomy mood.

By the way, Gallagher liked to complain about them. This provided him with a great pleasure. An opportunity to speak out. Especially when his subordinates, as usual, did something wrong. Sure, they were young and inexperienced, but had they really not been taught anything at school?

You were the only way to soothe his nerver, other than a bottle of whiskey.

Gallagher, however, couldn't allow himself to think about anything else. You were too young for him.

Of course, you were already an adult, you had a job, your own apartment. You were also responsible and had enough experience in life to not treat it like a game. And your age difference at this phase wasn't really a problem anymore, since neither of you had been teenagers for a long time.

But Gallagher insisted that you deserved someone better, younger. With whom you could still enjoy and experience a lot. Go through stages that Gallagher had long since passed.

You repeatedly tried to knock this silly thinking out of his head. You assured him that all this didn't matter to you, as long as you could be with him. That he is the perfect one for you, exactly the way he is. That you are not looking for anyone younger, because no one will provide what he does. And that he is the one with whom you want to experience all these beautiful moments together.

When Gallagher understood that you weren't planning to surrender, he gave up. He hoped that maybe after some time you would get bored. Especially, after living together. He thought that after experiencing his "non-ideal" form in a daily domestic routine, you will decide to look for someone else. Oh, how wrong he was.

Now? Now you are a happy couple and make an almost perfect match. At least that's what your friends say. Sure, you have small quarrels occasionally. About his not closed shoe polish or your coffee grounds left in a cup. But despite this, nothing gives you as much pleasure as spending time together, in your four walls.

… Only sometimes you're maybe a little too jealous. About how many buttons Gallagher wears undone and how loosely his tie is. But at such moments, man assures you that he is only yours and lets you snuggle into his chest. In the afternoons, when he comes home and you have a sulky face and don't greet him with usual "welcome home".

Over the next few days, he obeys your suggestions and buttons up to almost every last thing. Besides, he has no other choice. You mark him too much at such occasions. And Gallagher doesn't really want his co-workers to see your bites and tease him about that.

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#fanfic #fanfiction #scenarios #tmr #x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #hsr #hsr x male reader #x male reader #gallagher hsr #gallagher x male reader #gallagher #gallagher x reader #honkai x reader

[ourautumn86]

what about reader and pedro have this close relationship but reader start distancing herself from pedro because he got date rumours with another actress who's older than the reader but pedro just wants to be in a relationship if it's with the reader (sorryyy english is not my first language

a/n; aw this is so cute :((( so angsty n fluffy <3

your phone rang once again as you were getting ready for the upcoming gala, your manager holding it for you and announcing the caller.

“it’s pedro pascal once again, what should i do?” she inquired you, and you shook your head. she instantly ignored the call, as she had done the last 15 times he had called that whole day. “you can’t keep doing this…, you two are great friends! did you have a discussion?”

you didn’t answer, opting for staying silent, because your heart was aching.

“how does that look? good enough?” your makeup artist smiled at you, and you took in your image on the mirror, bold red lips with dark eyeshadow and great fake eyelashes that made your eyes pop. the highlighter made your skin glow, and your perfectly applied base made it look flawless.

not good enough. it’s what you wanted to answer, ‘cause you weren’t as pretty as that woman in the news that pedro had been caught in a scandal with, you didn’t have her beautiful and perfect cheekbones, or amazing waist and hips.

but instead you smiled and nodded, winning a soft smile from your makeup artist. your hair was down and in beautiful waves that tickled the exposed skin of your back, your dress having an opening there that reached just above your lower back. your outfit for tonight’s gala was beautiful, a dior black and elegant dress that brought out all your most prominent curves and showed just the right amount of skin. you had paired it with lace long gloves and a pair of saint laurent heels that were really too painful to stand on for too long. but we all know what they said: beauty is pain.

“okay. let’s go.” your manager said, handing you your coat so the streets of new york wouldn’t freeze you to death at this hour.

“yeah.” you nodded, and tried to ignore the knot on your stomach, fully knowing you’d see pedro there. at the end, you two were the new starring stars on the most watched series of the season: last of us, along with bella ramsey of course. you knew a lot of people would come to the premiere, famous people, probably her as well.

your heels tickled on the floor as you made your way to your limousine, the leather underneath you warming you up. your phone buzzed. new message. pedro.

you sighed and put it aside, turning on do not disturb. twitter was going crazy, with this photos of this new woman under his arm making your stomach churn.

you shouldn’t feel like this. pedro was just a friend. you shouldn’t care about who he was dating, or if he even was dating at all. you should be happy for him. so why… why were you feeling like this? so bitter? so hurt?

the flashes hit your face and body, and as always, you smiled and waved once your manager had taken your jacket for you, even if the paparazzis were blinding you and making you go deaf with their screams. you didn’t want to smile, you didn’t want to pose, you didn’t want to be here. but you had to, so you’d decided that you’d do a quick greeting and chat for a little bit with other actors and stars and head back home early.

you just needed to try and not meet up with pedro for the next few hours. you could do that. there were so many people inside of there, posing in the red carpet, hugging each other and chatting up while drinking glasses of champagne that you thought it would be easy to hide from him.

you thought.

“there you are darling.” but as always you were wrong. “thought for a moment you were hiding for me there.” he smiled at the cameras, your skin growing on goosebumps when one of his warm and big hands found your exposed lower back, pulling you closer to his side. the paparazzi’s cameras were going crazy.

“pedro.” you sighed, trying really hard to not get lost in his touch, or in his eyes, or his cologne…

you were about to say something, probably come out with a lame excuse as why you had been ignoring him lately, but then you heard it.

“pedro! pedro! what can you tell us about that last scandal? are you perhaps now in a relationship?!”

your heart sank to your stomach, and your skin grew cold. you probably looked as white as a ghost.

“excuse me.” you smiled at him and the paparazzis, pulling away from his touch in need to run away from there. ‘cause you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

your chest felt heavy, and your feet were fast.

would he smile and nod? say that he was now happily in love with somebody else?

you didn’t want to even imagine it.

“i need a fucking cigarette.” you muttered, taking from your purse your pack of cigarettes and heading to the bathrooms. you headed towards the most far away ones, those who were always free and silent.

the lighter flicked twice before the smoke was finally filling up your lungs. you let out a sigh. you knew it was shit. smoking. it was actually disgusting. but there was nothing that could help you more than another addiction to get over the one you already had: pedro pascal.

the cold of the bathroom tiles hit your back when you leaned against the wall, inhaling deeply, red smearing all over the bud of your cigarette.

you weren’t expecting company, but as always, you had to be surprised once again by him. only him.

the door opened with a creak, and your eyes shot open when they met his brown ones. fuck.

he looked at you, chest heaving harshly up and down as if he had been looking for you nonstop, running up and down every damn corridor just to find you.

“what have i done? what have i done to make you hate me this much?” he inquired, his voice just above a whisper. your heart broke. he looked broken too. you had done this?

“pedro…” you tried, but he was stepping inside the bathrooms and closing the door behind his back.

“no.” he shook his head. “tell me. tell me what have i done to make you not even be able to stand me being close to you.” his eyes fell as he saw your need to take a step back when he walked towards you. and maybe you would’ve, if you weren’t already cornered against the wall. “have i done anything to make you uncomfortable?” he inquired, and you felt your breath hitching, tears starting to sting your eyes. he thought it was his fault, that he was in the wrong. you were causing him pain just because your jealousy was too strong for you to handle.

“it’s nothing, pedro.” you tried and walk away, but his warm hands were once again on you, surrounding carefully your wrist to not let you go. you couldn’t help the way your heart jumped

“please sweetheart… talk to me…” he begged, and your tears shone under the lights when his other hand reached for your chin to make you look at him.

you took a deep breath in, trying your hardest to not give into his voice, nor touch… but it was too strong, your need for him, your love for him.

“do you love her?” you suddenly blurted out, and your stomach flipped. his eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed. “that woman from the news… are you in love with her?” you muttered, your doe tearful eyes looking into his. your heart was screaming for him to not break him, your brain for him to confirm the rotten feeling that had been growing inside your chest. he cupped your face, about to talk but being cut off by your babbling once again. “she’s pretty. really pretty. and famous, and nice, and intelligent and has like a million of awards…” you smiled, even if your heart was falling apart and your eyes were about to spill tears.

“no baby, wait, you don’t understand…”

“i’m happy for you.” you muttered, taking his hands to pull them away from your face, even if the loss of his touch was making your soul break. lie and smile. “i’m sure you’ll be very happy, pedro.” you sighed, your heels clicking against the cold floor of that desolated bathroom as you headed towards the door, although his voice stopped you as you reached for the handle.

the door closed as you tried to open it, his palm firmly pressing against the door and the side of your head to keep it shut.

he inquired, and you bit down on your lip and tried to fight of your tears as he slowly turned you around to face him, caging you with his body against the wood of the door. he had never been this close. your chests were gracing, the mint of his breath hitting your face.

“is it really not obvious?” he inquired, and you frowned, your breath hitching when his free hand was back at softly holding your face. “it’s not her who i am in love with, i could never give my heart to another woman that doesn’t smile like you, or laugh as sweetly as you, or work as hard of you, or make my days seem as brighter as you do. i could never give my heart to another woman because i’ve already given it to you…” you eyes widened at his words, your chest heaving in deep breath.

he looked into your eyes, and then to your lips. he sighed. “am i reading this wrong, beautiful?” he inquired, scared, terrified of your shocked expression.

you quickly shook your head, your own hands cupping his face. “no pedro, not in the slightest.” you whispered against his lips before you pulled him against yours, butterflies filling your chest when you felt his left arm —the one that had stood keeping the door close— circled your waist and pulled you tighter against him.

the kiss was soft, slow, sweet… everything you’ve ever wanted. it was enough to make you melt.

but it was not enough, and you let him know with a whine when he pulled away.

“i know baby, i know.” he hushed you, leaving a soft peck on your now smudged lips. he had red lipstick all over his. “but there are a couple of paparazzis out there i have to clear up things with. perhaps the fact that it’s you who i’m in love with, in the first place.”

“maybe we could just show them.” you smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile as well, eyebrows raised.

“what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours, huh?” he pinched your waist and you laughed, making his heart jump.

you hummed. “i’ll have to kiss you a little bit more for you to get the idea.” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, staining the perfect kiss mark.

he laughed, hiding the shiver that went up his spine.

“you’ll be the death of me.”

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i imagine pedro coming back to the gala with his whole face decorated in kisses and being impossibly happy about it

a/n; i hope you liked it<3

#lily!writes ੭୧—☆ #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal actor #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal x y/n

[mykneeshurt]

Divinity

Archbishop John Price x F!Reader

Warnings - explicit smut, religious themes, so much blasphemy, breath play, minors DNI, 18+

Archbishop John Price.

You’d had run ins with him before. All perfectly innocent of course. He was in town and he wanted to see you.

It was late, much later than normal for any type of meeting, especially in a Cathedral. Your city had an impressive gothic cathedral located in the centre of the cobbled streets and winding alleyways. The building its self was surrounded by beautiful grounds, a crumbling graveyard and various statues and tributes to those deemed holy enough.

Spires reached for the sky, gargoyles adorned the balconies meant to ward off evil spirits. But they couldn’t keep you out. A large circular stained glass window glistened in the moonlight as stone arches surrounded it.

You felt somewhat nervous. You weren’t too sure why.

Pushing the great wooden door it creaked open, it was a deep walnut colour with black iron details. On entering the Cathedral you took in is glory, high stone ceilings, various candles littering the walls and floors in their cast iron holders. Stained glass windows of Saints lined the walls, worn wooden pews lined up filled the hall. A red carpet led straight to the altar, this was only used when his Holiness was in town. And the red carpet led straight to him.

Straight to the Archbishop John Price.

He was sat in the Cathedra, like a king on his throne. Legs spread as his hips splayed towards the ceiling, his hand resting on the arm of the chair as he surveyed the kingdom before him. His eyes fixed onto your form immediately, watching as you slowly made your way towards him. Your dress swayed in time with your hips, capturing his eyes with the hypnotising motions.

Hands clasped behind your back you smirked as you approached the altar. He was dressed in all black, a singular gold ring on his left ring finger. Symbolising his commitment to God. You could see his chest moving slowly as he breathed, chest clearly tight with anticipation. Much like your own.

The moon illuminated his form in the dark surroundings of the Cathedral, his eyes overshadowed by his brow but with the slight blue hue still shining through. As you stood in front of him he raked his eyes up and down your form, over your curves, your breasts, legs and finally locking onto your eyes.

Biting your lip you slowly sank to your knees in front of him, hands now clasped in front of you signalling a silent prayer. Leaning forward he cupped your jaw, legs still spread as he pulled your bottom lip with his thumb. ‘I hear you’ve been quite busy little one’ he whispered as you rubbed your cheek into his palm. ‘I needed to get your attention’ you purred softly.

‘And you thought you’d do that by committing the sin of lust? By seducing my disciples of God like the succubus you are?’

You loved it when he talked to you like this, describing how you corrupted his priests, how you made them succumb to your spell, making them give in to their most carnal desires. You stared up at him through your lashes, trying to give him your best doe eyes. ‘I’ve seduced you before John. You know I get what I want.’ He chuckled under his breath, this time you raised your hand to his face. Pulling him closer. Your lips hovered over his, breath tickling the sensitive skin.

‘So give me what I want.’

Slowly he sat back, flashing a look to his lap, beckoning you to take a seat. Standing up you straddled his lap, your knees barely fitting between his muscular thighs and the wooden cathedra. Holding your hips he pulled you further into his lap, his firm cock grazed your aching core as you let out a soft whine. ‘Take it little one. Show me what you want’ he whispered into your neck, placing tender kisses between each word.

Nipping at his lip you dropped your hand to his cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his trousers. A hushed grunt exuded from his throat at the contact, subtly pushing his hips up. Desperately trying to get more friction. Giggling to yourself you kissed his neck, your breath gliding along his soft skin. ‘Tell me you want me John’ you whispered into his neck, desperation seeping through your voice.

He wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you away from his neck. Forcing you to look at him, his clear blue eyes pooled in the rays that shone through the stained glass windows. His beard peppered with dark and white hairs, his bottom lip plump from where you had nipped it. ‘As God as my witness, I want you.’

Rolling your hips you smiled, eyes lighting up like the fiery pits of hell. ‘Then fuck me like you mean it.’

In one fluid movement he had you bent over the cathedra, dress gathered at your waist. Dropping his hand he caressed the back of your calf and onto your thigh. Fingertips gently grazing your soft skin, kissing the back of your other thigh he groaned, the vibrations tickling your now wet cunt.

Letting out a breathy moan into the wooden chair his name danced on your lips. ‘Don’t tease me John. Fuck. Me.’ Your words were harsh and commanding, but you always were when you weren’t getting what you wanted. Nipping the crease of your ass he chuckled against your skin, his beard tickling the sensitive skin. ‘Don’t rush me little one. I’m taking my time with you. I want to worship you.’

A slow whine made its way from your chest, ricochetting off the sandstone walls at his words. Tentatively he moved your panties to the side as he traced your lips with his fingers, whimpering at the sight of your glistening cunt. Kissing his ring he plunged two fingers into you, the cold metal grazed your folds as be began moving. Pumping his fingers as you came undone beneath him. ‘Fuck. I’ve missed that sound’ he whispered, ‘miss the way you hum my name. This cunt. Like God made it just for me.’

You were losing yourself at his words, ready to honour this man before his God.

‘John please’ you begged, voice hoarse with need and pure lust. Pulling his fingers out he gripped you by the waist forcing you to be flush with his cock. It took all of your energy to stand, but you managed to rest your head on his shoulder as he brought his fingers to your mouth. A silent demand to taste yourself. Opening your mouth he slowly ran his fingers along your tongue, your warm, slippery tongue. Moaning at your taste he kissed your neck as he rolled his fingers in your mouth.

Wanting to feel him inside you, you spun around in his grasp pulling him with you as you stepped back to the chair. Sitting you spread your legs gesturing for him to kneel before you. Keeping his eyes on yours he dropped to his knees, a glint present in his eyes. As he went to bury his head in your folds you placed the ball of your foot on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. Leaning forward you grasped the rosary that was hidden beneath his shirt.

Using the rosary like a collar you pulled him towards you. He crawled over you, placing his lips on yours. Coaxing you into a kiss his tongue invaded your mouth, still tasting of you. As the kiss deepened you wrapped your legs around his waist. Rolling your hips you whined into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Without any warning you grasped his hair and pulled him away from you. He hissed as you held him forcefully in your grasp. ‘Don’t make me ask again’ you ordered. Holding his head there he smirked down at you, dropping his eyes to your lips and back to your eyes.

Playfully rolling his eyes he bit his lip as he pulled at his belt. Still hovering above you he worked his cock in his hands before slowly pushing into you. The stretch would have made the devil himself blush. He was thicker than average and it stung in the most beautiful way. Your eyes rolled back as he bottomed out, mouth agape with sweat beginning to gather on your neck.

‘God John’ you whined whilst gripping his shirt. ‘God ain’t here love, but let’s give the angels something to talk about.’

With that he began thrusting into you, your head pushed against the back of the cathedra while you gripped onto him to stay steady. He buried his head into your neck as he whispered words of affirmation with each thrust. ‘You feel so good around my cock’ he breathed, voice laced with desire and ecstasy. You were so cock drunk you were unable to find words, only various moans and whispers.

Dropping your hand to your clit you applied pressure, pushing yourself further to your climax. Eyes closed you let your mind wander, Archbishop Price fucking your pussy, Father Garrick taking your ass, all while Father Riley had his cock in your mouth while Father McTavish watched.

He gripped your hips as he upped his pace, his pubic bone adding even more pressure to your clit. ‘Don’t stop, please’ you whined, your climax edging ever closer. ‘That’s it little one ’ he cooed, cupping your jaw once more. ‘Tell me when you’re close’ you whispered, a wicked grin spreading across your lips. ‘Already am.’

With that you pulled at the rosary that was dangling between you, gripping it close to his neck, cutting off his blood supply. Humming to yourself you watched as his pupils blew wide. ‘Mmm good boy, now cum for me. I’m not letting go till you fill me’ you whispered. A choked breath escaped him as he became sloppy, desperate.

Removing your hand from your clit you ran your fingers against his lips, allowing him the honour of tasting you. He hummed in appreciation trying to savour your taste as he fought for air. With three more thrusts he came and came hard. Filling you entirely. Just as he did you released the pressure from his throat allowing a rush of air to fire through him. Dropping his head to yours he rested on your forehead, breathing heavy and fast.

‘Stick your tongue out’ he ordered. Doing as you were told you stuck it out and peered up at him with innocence in your eyes. Fake of course. In a smooth motion he pulled out making you feel empty and gathered his cum on his fingertip. Slowly he dragged it across your tongue ‘this is my body, I give it to you.’ Greedily you licked your lips and swallowed.

Just as he went to sink himself in again you stopped him, he looked confused, ‘if I cum now, I won’t get to do this again. Maybe you come to mine later and teach me more about God.’

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Sorry this has taken so long. Life has gotten in the way. I don’t even know if I like it lmao

Taglist - @deadbranch @villainsoftheweek @glitterypirateduck @luminousbeings-crudematter

#call of duty #cod mw22 #cod au #alternate reality #captain john price #captain john price x reader #john price smut #captain price x reader #john price #captian price #john price x reader #call of duty fanfic #price mw2 #price x reader #captain price

[voxtechemployee]

Idk if you write for Saint Peter or the other angels but;

Angels (Saint Peter, Adam, Lute, Emily) and wrapping their wings around reader? Like do they do it in a cuddle, jealous moment, protection from rain, ect ect stuff like that

Thanks in advance!!!

i can give them a shot! i've never written them before, so i am so sorry if any of them are out of character. they also sort of became like,, kind of just general wing headcanons?? so sorry about that- i swear i tried but my adhd is On One™

༉‧₊˚. SAINT PETER ₊˚. he tends to only wrap his wings around you when you're upset for some reason, and that makes the action even more impactful ₊˚. he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and shroud you with his wings, and do his best to comfort you ೃ⁀➷ ADAM ➷ this man is expressive, so his wings tend to mimic his hands sometimes when he talks, or rants and rambles ➷ he loves to use his wings to grab you, sort of scooping you over to his side to keep you close - whether just walking down the street, or sitting on the couch watching tv ➷ when you make him mad, he'll use the tips of his wings to tickle the ever living SHIT out of you ₊˚ପ⊹ LUTE ⊹ it's not often that she lets anyone touch her wings, let alone touches someone else with them ⊹ you're the exception to that rule, but usually only in private ⊹ she isn't a very touchy-feel-y sort of person, so she generally only has you interacting with her wings when she needs help for grooming purposes ⊹ but they are very sensitive, so do with that as you will ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ EMILY ❥ she loves to cuddle, so expect her to wrap you up with her wings and keep you nice and close whenever she has the time ❥ her wings are very soft, and that means you tend to help her with the upkeep of them, which includes grooming them when need be ❥ her wings, specifically, are ticklish and touching certain spots will have her wiggling all over the place and spouting apologies for not being able to stay still in between the giggles

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel fandom #helluva boss #x reader #saint peter hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam firstman #adam hazbin #emily hazbin hotel #hazbin emily #reader insert

[swanimagines]

HEALING TOUCH | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: When you catch a sight of a wounded Kaz, it leads to somewhat sweet moment between you and your boss.

The night had gone sour for Kaz Brekker. He had been stupid, not expecting the new gang having gathered so many members already. He had fought them off successfully, of course, but not without receiving a nasty gash over his lip. 

And now he was making his way towards the Slat, wanting to disappear into his room without anyone noticing. Last thing he wanted right now was someone asking about the gash, asking if he was alright. He was in a bad mood anyway, so someone trying to fuss over him would only make him feel angrier. But of course luck wasn’t on his side, and he was met with you right when he walked in from the doors.

“Kaz? What happened to you?” you asked, eyes widening in concern as you took a few steps towards him, staring at the gash.

“It’s nothing,” Kaz replied curtly, trying to push you off and start walking past you.

“Nothing? Kaz, it looks painful, it needs disinfecting and stitches,” you insisted, but Kaz just took a glance at you, continuing to make his way towards the stairs.

“I said it’s nothing,” he repeated, his tone firm and final. “I can treat it myself.”

You sighed, clearly not letting it go. Saints, it was one of your features Kaz had a hate-love relationship with. Every time you showed you cared, he felt his feelings for you grow, and he absolutely hated that feeling.

“Kaz, please. Let me treat it. At least disinfecting it and putting some ointment over it. You want to keep your lips safe and intact, don’t you?” you pleaded, trying to catch his eyes.

Kaz paused and pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment but finally relenting. “Fine. But make it quick,” he grumbled, following you into your room.

You quickly got into work the moment you got him to sit on your armchair, pouring alcohol into a small glass bowl and dipping a small towel into it

“This will sting,” you mumbled, taking a better hold of the towel before you carefully dapped the lip. Kaz squeezed his eyes shut and took in a sharp breath through his nose, trying to silence corpses wailing in his head.

She’s alive, she’s alive, she’s alive.

“I heard one of the street vendors talking about the ship at the third harbor, it will arrive next week. It sounded pretty interesting,” you muttered, and Kaz opened his eyes, looking at you. He didn’t even register what you said at first, but you continued with your eyes still trained on the wound, “there’s supposed to be some valuables in that ship. Paintings and small statues made of gold at least. Probably jewelry too. Could be worth snatching.”

Kaz’s mind started to catch up with your words, and he managed to make himself reply, “Could be worth looking into. Did they mention anything about security?”

You nodded, dipping another towel in another glass bowl with something sticky and yellow. “Yeah. Stadwatch has increased their patrols for a few nights - stay still for me - and there’s some traps around the ship’s hold too. Might be tricky. That has to dry up for a moment, it may tickle but don’t try to scratch it.”

You sat back on your own chair, and you two stared at each other for a while. Only then Kaz realised you had already treated his lip and you smirked at his expression briefly, before your eyes softened.

“You know, Kaz, you don’t have to act so tough all the time. It’s okay to ask for help, let someone take care of you if you need it.”

“I don’t need anyone taking care of me,” Kaz said sharply.

“I know. But sometimes it’s nice to know someone cares,” you said with a soft smile, the one Kaz could never understand why you were looking at him like that.

“I don’t need anyone’s pity,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not pity. It’s caring. And I care about you,” you said, your hand reaching for him slightly. Kaz pulled away instinctively even though he knew you weren’t attempting to touch him, and you dropped your hand. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

You sat there for a while, his eyes meeting yours. You caught something going past his eyes, just a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place. And Kaz’s head was going through a swirl of mixed thoughts.

I care about you too. If I could, I would hold your hand. I would let you close, I would tell you everything.

But instead of saying any of those things or anything that would even point that way, he stood up. “I should go,” he then said, as if nothing had happened.

You watched him leave, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. Sometimes you cursed yourself for falling for a man like him, always fearing he’d break your heart in the end. But still, each passing day, your feelings for him just grew, and you just wished he would let you in, or at least would show a clear sign whether he likes you or not.

So once again, you wondered what the future held for you and Kaz. Would it ever get sorted out? Would he ever open up to anyone, you or someone else? Or would he always remain a mystery, out of reach, closed off?

Only time would tell.

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[silverskye13]

Cursed/turned into an animal Tanguish, make him actually a cat

"How do these things happen to you?" Helsknight asked, crouching down on the balls of his feet so he was closer to Tanguish's level. Closer, but not on his level, as Tanguish, by some clever, terrible miracle, had been transformed into a cat. He was a handsome enough little creature, all blue-black, with a handful of sparse white hairs that salted his back and shoulders. But there was a large difference between handsome little cat and the full helsmet he was supposed to be, and Tanguish was, understandably, he thought, upset about his current circumstances. Even more upset now, given Helsknight seemed incapable of taking it seriously. "No really, I'd like to know. If I make an offering to whatever god or saint you pissed off, they might pass me over."

Oh haha, very funny, Tanguish said. Or he tried to say. What actually came out of his cat-shaped mouth, which made itself unavailable to forming human words, was a string of yowls that conveyed vague allusions to indignation. His fur spiked up his back for good measure, and he flattened his ears, just in case Helsknight needed the extra hint.

"I don't speak cat," Helsknight informed him helpfully, crossing his arms on his knees and raising his eyebrows in an amused expression. "You know, I've always been more of a dog person. Matches my aesthetic better. Do you think you could shape shift into something a little more intimidating? Even a large cat would do. You're a bit too scrawny and gangled, if I'm being honest."

Tanguish rumbled back a growl that he hoped would sound fierce and insulted.

"I'm terrified, truly," Helsknight informed him patronizingly. "Would a sardine help soothe your temper, O Mighty Feline? Maybe some cream?"

Tanguish swatted at him, tiny, impotent claws raking across Helsknight's boot.

"Hey now, be grateful," Helsknight tsked disdainfully. "Cream and sardines are an expensive find in hels. Probably worth your tiny cat weight in diamonds."

Tanguish huffed a sigh out of his nose, and then sneezed when the sensation tickled his whiskers. He was still getting used to whiskers. A tail and claws he was used to. The eyes weren't so good as his sculk sight, but not so different that it took a lot of adjusting. No, it was the whiskers that made his body feel the most awkward, little strings attached to his face that made him feel like he was constantly in danger of getting stuck somewhere, only to realize no, he'd just walked a little too close to a wall. It was his whiskers that told him, while he pawed miserably at his nose, that Helsknight had reached for him. Before he could jump away, Helsknight had picked him up by the scruff and tossed him on a pauldroned shoulder like he was nothing.

"So I guess we'll start with a quick prayer to my Saint," Helsknight sighed, "and then we'll start visiting alters until some priest comes up with a solution. Have you tried respawning yet? No, don't hiss at me. I don't know what that means. Just meow once for yes and do that weird growl-thing for no. So have you tried-- no, didn't think so. Put the claws back Tanguish, I'm not going to kill you. Killing cats is bad luck."

Tanguish snorted indignantly again, and then sneezed again, and at least got some satisfaction at the disgusted look Helsknight flashed in his direction.

"Sneeze somewhere other than my ear next time please."

Tanguish growled.

"I'm sorry, was that a no?"

He meowed brightly.

"You know, you've got at least nine lives. I'm sure my Saint will forgive me if I wring one out of you."

Tanguish swatted him on the side of the face. If Helsknight was bothered, he didn't show it. Instead he walked off down the street, clearly intent on his plan that Tanguish was sure wouldn't work, but they might as well try. Under his breath Helsknight hummed:

"There's an old poem about cats and monks. Can't really remember the lyrics. Something like... Pangur, white Pangur."

Helsknight chuckled.

"Tanguish, O Tanguish, how happy we are. Alone together, warrior and cat."

Tanguish settled down on the knight's shoulder, tail held out stubbornly for balance as he strolled down the street. He had to dig his claws in to Helsknight's cape to keep from falling off, but at least if was warm place to sit.

"Each has his own work to do daily; For you it is hunting, for me, slaying. Your shining eye watches the wall; My fair eye is fixed on a blade. You rejoice when your claws entrap a mouse; I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem. Pleased with his own art neither hinders the other; Thus we live ever without tedium and envy. Tanguish, O Tanguish, how happy we are, alone together, warrior and-- are you purring? That's hilarious."

Tanguish, who hadn't realized he was purring, stopped abruptly, feeling vaguely betrayed by his own contentment. He swatted Helsknight's face, careful to keep his claws sheathed.

"What? It's not my fault you can't keep your little cat noises to yourself -- stop swatting at me! That's rude. Do it again and you can run your little paws off through town all on your own."

#Situations Asks #lindentree #this was adorable ahaha #rns ficlet

[randomratty]

[💎] Hello, welcome to my blog!

Let’s get things started by a few things shall we? Listed below are things along the lines of dont’s and do’s. Please read those so we don’t have any problems in the future!!

I’m in the SFW/Tickle community!

If you think it’s weird I’m sorry..

I do roleplays like that to ,

(if you are a close friend of mine who sees this text who never knew)

Now you know But please Dont Be mean abt What i like qwp Because if You DID not know i was gonna tell you but I wasn’t ready yet because I Fear That I’ll lose My Friends,

I have ADD and other stuff.

I’m in a lot of fandoms, and will (most likely) post some things about those fandoms, listed are the fandoms I’m in (warning, there is a lot-)

[🪄] Fandoms I’m in:

Fnaf

Super Mario

Dbh(Detroit become human)

Little nightmares

Mha(my hero)

Assclass(assassination classroom)

Among the sleep

Dying light

Whos your daddy

Cuphead

Crk(cookie run kingdom

Wander over yonder

Gravity falls

Tbhk (the bathroom hanko kun)

Yandere sim

The promised neverland

Demon slayer

K-on

Danganronpa

Doors

Undertale

Hellokitty

Roblox

Minecraft

Fornite

Tattletale

Doki doki

Saiki k

Misfortune

Franbow

Valorant

Spookys jumpscare mainson

Hotel trasylvania

Scp?

Backrooms

The mandela catalogue

The owl house

Fnf?

Encanto

Moana

Frozen

Goosebumps

Bad guys

Nightmare before Christmas

Don’t hug me I’m scared (semi into it-)

Bendy and the Ink Machine(sorta)

Star VS The Forces Of Evil

Down To Earth

Hocus Pocus

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Welcome home

Billie bust up

Spy x family

A whisker away

The cat returns

Wandering witch

All saints street

The walten files

alternate invasion

Alternate watch

The Little mermaid

Cinderella

Scratchin melodii

Tangled

The amazing digital circus

A plague tale innocence

Angel hare

Wii deleted you

Ponytown

Ashes town

Mythical meadows

Breezy town

Luminous kingdom

Blues clues

Bo on the go

Balvenie Birthday Party

Creepy pasta

Poppy play time 1-3

Fundamental paper education

The boilled one phenomenon

Don’t not take this cat home

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[🚫] ⚠️ IM A MINOR! NSFW DNI, IF YOU DO, ITS AN IMMEDIATE BLOCK AND REPORT. ⚠️

Please don’t randomly DM me if I do not know you personally. Either if you’re a follower or not. If you also have little to nothing on your tumblr page and is following me, I will block you, I may assume you’re a bot of some sort.

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[👧] She/Her pronouns plz! I support any pronouns, just plz tell me so I don’t mess that up!

Plz no homophobia, transphobia, creeps, NSFW, etc. I WILL block you if I experience any of it here. Plz take your negativity someplace else.

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[🔞] Remember, I AM A MINOR! Plz take caution when talking to me either in DMs or in my ask box.

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⚠️Here are the boundaries that I have for myself.. please follow them, thank you!⚠️

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Okay so first up;

[🤞✨] 1. I have a phobia of spiders, so please don’t show me any spiders in my ask box or DMs. If roleplaying with me, you can type in “*throws spider at you*”, that’s it, just no showing me any spiders.

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[👑] 2. If I don’t know you well enough, please don’t call me anything but Trinity. Only close friends can call me anything besides that.

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[🌸] 3. Please do not vent to me WITHOUT ASKING. Please ask first, only close friends/best friends can vent to me anytime, though yes, they still need to ask for permission.

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[🌟] 4. I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANYTHING NSFW/18+! I am a MINOR (below 18). I may be in some 18+ fandoms but please.. for the love of god don’t send me anything nsfw/18+. Just don’t act weird near me and we’re fine.

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[🍭] 5. If you follow me and ask for something for the first time, please don’t make it personal or anything.

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[💞] 6. I can be sensitive to stuff and easy to scare, and I worry a lot about my close friends who I care about dearly. So please be cautious when talking to me and don’t be rude to my close friends, thank you!

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If I have anymore boundaries I will add to the list.

I’m adopted by 6 father figures

The father figure are 6 different people, (by roleplay)

NOTE: ONLY CLOSE PEOPLE CAN CALL ME RAT AS A NICKNAME/the People I tagged in my blog, well most. If I just met you a few days ago pls don’t call me Rat,

People who Can call me A Rat: @/Angryxxsigh @/kennyisntavablie @/witchyroman @/tickling-giggles @/wally-darlings-stuff @/itsbarnaby And my other bestie (she Doesnt have tumblr/

My music playlist!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2QeCeaUP5a86nbMZDXsTUD?si=byS9uazPRlG1JhQw_f3JGw&pi=u-SWPOhq78RPKI

Ask first just incase By the new people who has been added.

I like Cartoons and Disney

I do not do any head canon request! I only did two? But I prefer not to do them,

My roleplay Blogs: @julie-joyful-1, @ellie-jade-harper My oc,! @trinitybutsmol (my irl but child @asher-francis abusive uncle, @trinity-trin and a different ua of trin And The uncle is Hers.

Thank you for taking your time to read this! Feel free to enjoy my blog! 💞

@ashwasfound was the one who made it for me:3 so ty!

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This blog is also a Roleplay blog! for my Irl! :3

🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀

I post a lot of different stuff,

I MAY or not post my own art on there (depends if I have the courage because my art is bad)

I love Caffeine!… I’m obsessed with it I’m trying to slow down sorta

I’m abit shy if we ever Vc

But I will Most likely get used of it And be hyper.

I’m Childish at times by that like asking for like Plushes etc,

I won’t always Post Because if i need a Break or something,

Got any questions? Feel free to ask Me in my inbox!

I love a lot of animals,

I like collecting crystals,

If your a SYS/SYSTEM you are safe here!

Gacha maybe Posted Here

Don’t be afraid to ask me stuff or ask stuff to roleplay!,

I Tend to get clingy

💜💙💛💜💙💛💜💙💛💜💙💛💜💙💛💜💙💛

My besties<33 @angryxxsigh @itscreamytears @kennyisntavaliable @romanflowerwitch @ashwasfound @tickling-giggles @wally-darlings-stuff @itsbarnaby @yourdearestmailman @jinleebelee @yourlocalzayzay @flufflover7 @trashyswitch @yourdarlingneighbor @foamy-space @justalilgiddybibs @chocolateydinosaur @bea-joyful @xobittersweet GO FOLLOW THEM 👹

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#Randomratty #Ratty #Trin #uwu #yippie #Ratty talks #Trin Talks #Spotify

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Welcome back! good to see you back here, I missed your content! for the aesthetic game, can you please do one for Dottie and one for Mathias? love them!

Hi there Nonnie! Thank you for your kind words, it's good to be back indeed! :D Allow me to present the Aesthetic for Dorothea and Mathias (also, keep an eye on my dash, because I have other requests for these two, so I have more aesthetic things coming for them :D)

🌹DOROTHEA MARIANNE STARRICK ✨

MOODBOARD:

PLAYLIST:

"Morning Star" - Blackmore's Night

"Winter's Bloom" - Adrian Von Ziegler

"Ghost of a Rose" - Blackmore's Night

STEAL HER LOOK:

QUOTES :

“Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.” - Nikita Gill

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems... But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

“...her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.”- James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?” ― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

HER AESTHETIC:

Starlit sky; Northern Lights setting the sky blazing; stargazing alone on a secluded beach with the waves as gentle company; frost-covered roses in a hidden garden; walking down a path in the forest at night holding a silver lantern as a sole guide with the snow gently falling silently all around; abandoned manors hidden away in the depths of an ancient forest; ghosts still dancing together in ballrooms accompanied only by the music of their memories; sitting by the fireplace on an ancient rocking chair and reading an ancient tome under a thick pelt; sipping on warm rose tea while looking at the snow falling outside; snuggling under the comfort of heavy blankets in a canopy bed;

🌙MATHIAS SÉBASTIEN DE BEAUMONT🎨

MOODBOARD:

PLAYLIST:

"Hijo De La Luna" - Mecano

"Outdoor" - Roberto Cacciapaglia

"Adagio" - Il Divo

STEAL HIS LOOK:

QUOTES:

“Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.”- Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”- Victor Hugo

“Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays. I have invented a mask that makes me look like anybody. People will not even turn round in the streets. You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased.” - Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

“He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”-  Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

HIS AESTHETIC:

A small nook to sit and reflect quietly; new quills and parchments; the perfume of freshly brewed coffee, the way the air smell when Autumn is about to arrive, the feeling when the fingers start tickling the ivories and a melody is born, completely encompassing one's soul; the sound of rain against the glass of the windows; riding a horse with the wind caressing one's hair, free from all fears and worries; songs sung together with friends; the perfume of orange flowers and neroli still lingering on the pillow; the sight of the full moon after a night storm; waves crashing against the sand in the distance;

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#Aesthetic Game #Assassin's Creed #OCs #Mathias De Beaumont #Dorothea Starrick #Moodboards #this was SO MUCH FUN #also sorry for the delay I was immensely busy in the past couple of days due to finally moving into our rightful apartment #now I am catching up with the asks #I will have them out in the next few days :)

[johnthestitcher]

51 Naughty Christmas Jokes That Will Put You on Santa’s Naughty List

1. What do snowmen use to make snowbabies?

Snowballs, of course.

2. Why doesn’t Santa have kids of his own?

He only comes once a year, and it’s down the chimney.

3. What did Santa sing when he went down the chimney?

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…”

4. You know what’s so great about this time of year?

You can slam your laptop shut when your partner walks into the room, and you don’t get any disgusted looks.

5. Say your left leg is Thanksgiving, and your right leg is Christmas…

Can I visit between the holidays?

6. As I was paying the cashier for my Christmas tree, he asked, “Are you going to put that up yourself?”

I said, “No, I’m putting it up in the living room.”

7. Why are Christmas trees better than men?

Even the small ones give satisfaction.

8. Why does Santa always land on your roof?

Because he likes it on top.

9. Why was the snowman smiling?

He could see the snowblower coming down the street.

10. Why did Santa divorce Mrs. Claus?

He was obsessed with getting the cookie.

11. Is that a candy cane in your pocket?

Or are you just happy to see me?

12. Is your name Jingle Bells?

Cause you look ready to go all the way.

13. Wanna see the North Pole?

That’s what Mrs. Claus calls it…

14. What do you call Santa’s helpers?

Subordinate clauses.

15. What does Mrs. Claus get when she wears tight pants?

A mistletoe.

16. Why does Santa always have a full sack?

Because he only comes once a year!

17. What do all the female reindeer do when Santa takes the males out to guide his sleigh?

They go into town and blow a few bucks.

18. Dear Santa…

Define ‘good’.

19. Why did Santa send his daughter to college?

To keep her off the North Pole.

20. What’s the difference between a Christmas tree and Santa?

A Christmas tree will stay up for 12 nights, has cute balls, and looks good with the lights on.

21. Why does Santa Claus like to get naughty after coming down the chimney?

Because it soots him.

22. What happened when Mr. and Mrs. Claus got randy beneath the Christmas tree?

She came down with tinselitis!

23. Why was the elf having trouble with his libido?

He had low elf-esteem.

24. What’s the most disappointing thing for a lover on Christmas morning?

When they get a sweater, but they’re hoping for a screamer or a moaner.

25. The Santa at the shopping mall was quite surprised when he saw Martha, a woman in her mid-twenties, asking to sit on his lap. We all know Santa doesn’t usually take requests from adults, but she smiled at him very nicely, and he ended up asking her what she wanted for Christmas.

“Something for my mother, please,” she replied. “Something for your mother? That’s very loving and thoughtful of you,” smiled Santa. “What would you like me to bring her?” Emily answered quickly, “A son-in-law.”

26. Why does Santa always come through the chimney?

Because he knows better than to try the back door.

27. What does a man who had a vasectomy have in common with a Christmas tree?

Their balls are both decorative.

28. Why is Christmas like an orgasm?

The closer it gets, the louder you get about its arrival.

29. What do you call a sex toy on a Christmas tree?

A d*ckoration.

30. A wife walked in on her husband putting on a condom. “What are you doing?” she asked.

He replied, “Wrapping your Christmas present!”

31. What did Miss Piggy give Kermit for Christmas?

A ham-job.

32. What do you call a Christmas sex toy drive?

Toys for Thoughts.

33. How would a sportscaster describe Frosty the Snowman’s lovemaking?

“Thumpity-thump-thump, thumpity-thump-thump, look at Frosty go!”

34. What happened when the Grinch tried Viagra?

He grew three sizes that day.

35. How does Santa practice safe sex?

He always wraps his package before shoving it down the chimney.

36. Why do elves laugh when they run?

Because the snow tickles their balls.

37. Why does Mrs. Claus always pray for a white Christmas?

Cause she’s married to a guy who comes once a year.

38. What do you call a penis wearing a Santa hat?

Jolly Old Saint D*ck.

39. What makes Christmas such a great partner to Thanksgiving?

Christmas always comes after Thanksgiving.

40. Why does Santa’s crotch make noise when he walks?

He has jingle balls.

41. How can you tell if Santa and Mrs. Claus have been, ahem, passionate?

He has Claus marks on his back.

42. What does Santa say when he reaches climax?

“Oh, oh, OH!”

43. What do you call a crotchety old man who gets down with three ghosts on Christmas Eve?

Ebenezer Screws.

44. Why does Mrs. Claus wish Santa Claus was like a stocking?

Because stockings are hung.

45. What’s more fun than a kiss under the mistletoe?

Unwrapping your package under the Christmas tree.

46. Who’s the friskiest reindeer?

Vixen.

47. How does Mrs. Claus make Santa feel better after a long night carrying so many heavy gifts?

She empties his sack.

48. Why did Frosty put his magic hat over his crotch?

He wanted it to come to life.

49. What do a train set and boobs have in common?

They were both made for kids, but dads can’t resist playing with them.

50. What do you call a penis too big to fit in a sock?

A stocking stuffer.

51. Why does Mrs. Claus call her lap the chimney?

So Santa will go down.

#naughty christmas jokes that will get you on santa's naughty list

[berrys-hide-out]

WHOO! Heya there, welcome to my hide out! 🫂✨

Heya I’m Berry! I’m sometimes here and post tickle fics but usually I’m just unproductive and working on fic’s I’ll never publish or I’m busy reading your guy’s masterpieces! XD

Due to many being minors I’m still keeping this a fluff corner. ^^✨I still advise to read warnings if I do end up writing smth else then fluff. Everyone is welcome to have fun and relax. :)

Requests are OPEN for;

Spiderman: Across the spider verse

Generally Marvel(Venom/the avengers etc)

Your Oc’s and my Oc’s (see info down below)

Things I’ve already written for;

Anime’s

All Saints street

Demon King or Neil

86 Eighty Six

Quit it!

World Trigger

WorldTrigger HC

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun

Iruma-kun is adorable!

Picture Book

Games

Genshin Impact

The Stars

Marvel

Tony and Peter

Break time, Webbing and playtime

Loki and Peter

Run

Loki, Thor and Peter

Through thunderstorms and arguments-Call for help!

My Oc’s

Fiona and Cylia

Happy birthday Fiona!

Fiona and Cylia

A calm evening

Mint and Steven

Sibling Banter

Art

Fiona and Cylia

Still kinda untitled

✨!Blog Anniversary!✨

Series

None yet ^^ might be coming soon tho—

#masterpost #genshin impact #Genshin impact tickles #pinned post #introduction #berry talks #Spiderman tickles #marvel tickles #across the spiderverse tickles #oc stuffs #86 eighty six tickles #all saints street tickles #Mairimashita! Iruma-kun tickles

[slightlyunconventional]

Okay but imagine if Inej brought in a cat from the street or something and Kaz is just trying so hard to will away his allergy to it because it makes hee so happy.

(Is this a terrible idea probably but I’m living for the idea of Kaz being wrecked by a kitten okay)

AHAHA HI YES I LOVE THIS PROMPT idk why i didn't write cat allergies for him sooner!!! tysm for this here's a shortish fic thingy for you anon 🫶🏻

the cat (or, writer tortures k/az yet again with relentless allergies)

A cat.

There's a cat at his feet, slinking about his legs, purring like nobody's business. When Inej told him she had a surprise, it's safe to say this is not what Kaz had expected.

"A cat," he says plainly, in total disbelief. Inej nods enthusiastically, she seems almost giddy with excitement, and for good reason - Kaz knows she's always been fond of animals.

"I found her in an alley near East Stave," she says, watching the feline with great fondness, "Isn't she just lovely?"

Kaz wouldn't go so far as to say that. The cat's tortoiseshell fur is damp, slightly matted, there's a scar running across its cheek, and he's fairly certain that's a chunk of cartilage missing from its ear. "Would you care to explain why it's currently here?"

Inej crouches down, reaching out a hand towards the cat. "She clearly needed help. Look at her, poor thing's probably been left for weeks," she says, smiling as the cat rubs up against her outstretched hand. Kaz lifts his eyebrows as the cat meows happily. He doesn't have the heart to make her get rid of it, though, so he simply waves her off with a sigh.

"You'll be the one looking after it, then," he tells her. Inej scowls.

"Well, obviously. Like you know the first thing about taking care of animals," she huffs.

"Like I need to. I'm a thief, Inej, not a veterinarian," replies Kaz as he sits down in his chair. "Now, about that mercher's job. Did you get any-"

Kaz cuts off as the stray cat hops up onto his lap. He hears Inej giggle at the distasteful glare he gives to the cat.

"See, isn't she adorable?" she says and steps forward to pet the cat as it stands on Kaz's legs.

"Not the worst animal I've ever laid eyes on, I suppose." His sentence is finished with an unwelcome itchy sniffle. Inej continues stroking the cat, and Kaz can clearly see the bliss in both of their faces, so a part of him wants more than anything to stay and let Inej fuss at the cat which is now curling up over his lap. There's nobody else here, after all, it's late into the night and everybody else has already turned in. Leaning back slightly in his seat, Kaz finds that he's able to admit to himself that, upon closer inspection, the cat in his lap is rather "lovely", as Inej said - though maybe he only feels that way due to how happy it's making her. Either way, however, the faintly familiar prickle somewhere deep in his sinuses and slightly in the corners of his eyes is becoming increasingly present. He wills himself to ignore it, blinking slightly harder than usual and fighting not to scrunch up his nose in irritation, all while the prickle becomes an itch and then a dreadful, tickling burn. He's not going to sneeze. At least, he thinks he's not. He hopes he's not. But the dander from cats' fur gets everywhere, and Kaz knows it's so awfully itchy. He doesn't want to sneeze, he really doesn't, but his nostrils are practically burning with need, the featherlike tickle dancing around in his nose- and oh, Saints, he's going to-

"hhehH'GNKTt!" -sneeze. He stifles it harshly in a gloved fist, careful not to jerk too much and disturb the cat (even though the cat is very much disturbing him.)

Inej looks up from the offending feline. "Bless you," she says, "Are you okay?"

"It was one sneeze. I'm fine."

"Alright, alright," Inej says in mock surrender. Kaz rolls his eyes, right as the itch peaks again.

"-huhH'GNKkshh!" He sniffles thickly and swipes a hand briefly across the underside of his nose. Just two sneezes in and it's already getting hard to stifle.

"Still fine?" Inej asks, amused.

Kaz nods stiffly. "It's... cold in here."

Both of their gazes shift over to the crackling fire in the hearth, then back to one another. Inej raises her eyebrows at Kaz. He says nothing. The cat in his lap stands up and stretches, before walking further up his legs and rubbing its face against his chest.

"Saints," he breathes, already overtaken once more by the incessant need to sneeze. "-h-huhH... hehhiihH'kKGTtschh! ...hhH'nNGTtsh!"

"Bless you, bless you," Inej says dotingly, "Something bothering you?"

Kaz shakes his head. "No... no, nothing," he replies with an irritated sniffle, "just..jus- hhuUHh-!?"

"Bless you?"

"huHH'gGKSHHhuh! H-huhh.. thank you." Kaz knuckles at his nose firmly with his gloved fingers, scrubbing roughly at the itchy appendage in a fruitless attempt to relieve the sneezy sensation.

"Be more gentle," Inej says, "you'll just make it feel worse."

Kaz huffs and drops his hand back down to his lap, right in time for the cat to begin resettling on his thighs, turning around trying to get comfortable. The cat's bushy tail wafts right in front of his face, it's furry end brushing right across the underside of Kaz's nose - as if his situation couldn't get any worse. The soft, fleeting touch sends the tickle, pricking and intense, back up through his sinuses in sharp cracks of irritating electricity. Kaz twists his neck around, leaning away from the cat as he fights a losing battle against his allergies. He's still willing himself not to sneeze (despite knowing it's inevitable he will), but the itch is an inferno, wreaking havoc in his sinuses like he's never felt before. He knows, too, that the longer he holds back for, the more he'll end up sneezing when he actually does, but he'd rather at least attempt to save his dignity.

"HehHHh... huh-iiihHH-!" He sits up straighter. "I-Inej... th-huuhH- the-"

Inej's eyes widen in realisation and she immediately picks up the cat to remove it from his lap. There's a clear residue of thick brown fur left on Kaz's trousers, but at least the biggest of his problems is out of the way.

"S-sorryiISCHHhiew! hah-haAHh'sSCHHhuuh! 'kKSCHHhiiew! huUH'SHHHhuhh! Saints, I'm f-fuckihH'tTSCHHhiewh!"

"Oh, Kaz, I'm sorry," Inej says, sounding crestfallen, "I should have known about, well, this before I brought a cat in..."

Kaz looks up blearily from the elbow he's muffling sneezes into. "Don't apologise, you -hhuh!- you weren't t-to knowhhH...-huUHh'isSCHhiew!"

"Let me take her out-"

"No," Kaz says, voice thick but still firm, "don't. I'll be fine. I just haven't actually been-be- Saints, hhaAHh--hahH'SCHHhuh! -anywhere near a cat in a long time. Keep her."

"But she's clearly making you-"

"I said I'll be fine. Only rule is she isn't sleeping on my lap ever again."

Inej nods, still looking slightly worried, though happy that she doesn't have to part with the cat. Kaz stands up. His nose is now a bright red around the edges, as are the rims of his watery eyes. He sniffles heavily.

"Now I need to get all this fur off my trousers. Oh, shit- 'kKISCHHh-huh!"

He has no idea why he agreed to let Inej keep the cat.

#this might be bad cause i just sort of. wrote it like it just Happened #but like you get the idea right #s/hadow and b/one #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snz blog #snzario #sneeze kink #snzfic

[rachi-roo]

Request you say? Oo, I think I might have one!

How about some good ol' tickles for Moriarty The Patriot? They've been on my mind lately- perhaps with the Moriarty brothers and Jack? (If you haven't met him yet, just the brothers please and thank you :3) You can pick the roles, though admittedly I'd love to see some Lee!William! :D

Hope this helps some with your writers block! Take all the time you need with this and happy writing!

SQUIGGILY!!! You're a Saint 🥹👏 I had so much fun writing thiiiis!!!! I has met Jackie boi. He kinda 👀 for an old bloke

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Moriarty the Patriot: Kid's at Heart

Squig coming in with the save, got me out of my writer's block! 🥳

Summary: It's been far too long since the Moriarty brothers relaxed for real. A single touch stirs up a harmless tussle as all their plans are put on hold for just a short while.

Mixed lee/lers 💕 William, Louis, Albert and Jack

Tw: None

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"Apologies for my lateness, gents." Albert beamed, hanging his top hat and coat on the rack by the door. William and Louis had been waiting for their brother in the main lounge.

"Quite alright, brother. Was there another issue with your transport?" William asked, folding his paper and setting it on the coffee table in front of him.

"You could say that, yes. There was a group of young boy's playing in the street, I did not want to disturb their game, so waited in the carriage for them to finish." He chuckled, taking a seat opposite William, thanking Louis as he poured him some tea.

"Waiting for children to finish their game? What an odd excuse. Good thing it's us you're talking to, I'm not sure such a statement would be taken well by others." William smiled, knowing full well he would have done the same unless it was an emergency of course.

Jack had been organising books in the corner, overhearing their conversation. "I remember, long ago now, when you were all still young yourselves, having to stop you from playing in the streets at one point. All children do it at least once." He laughed at the memory.

William blushed faintly, he always did whenever childhood antics were brought up in conversation. He cleared his throat, picking up his tea from the coffee table. "Yes, well, that was a long time ago now. It's been a long time since we've done anything childish like that."

"Oh?" Jack looked over his shoulder at the boys, placing the last book back into it's spot in the shelves. "And why is that?" He asked, walking over, stopping behind the sofa William was settled on.

"Beg your pardon? What do you mean why? It's simply because we aren't children anymore." He shrugged off the question, enjoying his drink. Louis eyed Jack carefully, he was up to something.

Albert chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't believe you've done a single childish thing your whole life, William." The blonde's blush deepened.

"O-Of course I have. But there was a time and a place for those things, and unfortunately, given our backgrounds, those times were far few. That's all."

Jack raised a brow, looking down at the boy he had essentially raised. It was sad to think that they had all missed out on a real childhood. He grinned, an idea sparking in his head. "Well, what about now? Is now not an opportune time for some childish antics?"

"Well, I suppose so. But- Ah!" William jumped, almost spilling his drink as he was suddenly attacked by two sets of fingers pressing into his ribs.

He froze, his cheeks heating up as he blinked in shock. Was he just tickled?! "Wh- Jack! What the bleddy hell-?!" He turned, glaring up at his mentor slash butler. His heart raced when he saw the expression on the older man's face. "N-Now Jack-" He quickly set down his drink, standing from the sofa to attempt to scold him. "You should know better than to d-Oho!" Another hand suddenly grabbed William's side from behind, squeezing a few times.

"Hehey!" He spun, staring at his second attacker. Albert stood directly behind him, a smirk on his face. "Well, I'd say now is a perfectly good time for some childish behavior."

"A-Albert! This is completely unacceptable- You can't- This isn't- Wahait!" William grew flustered, a smile already pulling at his lips as he backed away from his advancing brother. "Dohon't! I-I mean it! Albert!" His legs hit the frame of the sofa, and he plopped back down onto the cushions, Albert used the moment to attack.

He stood between William's legs, preventing him from getting up as he started bombarding him with tickles, latching onto the blonde's sides, shaking his fingers in with a grin.

"Oho gohohod! Noho! A-Ahalbert!" He bundled his arms at his sides, trying his best to defend himself, his legs kicking out knocking the coffee table as he fought.

"Oh, lord-..." Louis quickly and quietly moved the tea set from the table so it wouldn't be damaged.

"Albert! Aha! I-I swehear! If you don't stAHA-!" William flopped onto his side as Albert pressed on his stomach, apparently that was a particularly sensitive spot. He tried curling up on the sofa, to protect his tummy sending a stray cushion flying as he squirmed around.

"Ah, ah, ah, no footwear on the furniture, William. Honestly what kind of slob are you?" Albert teased, trying to work his fingers into any available spot they could reach. "Darn, come on now, open up!" He laughed with him, looking up as a gloved hand came to grab William's wrist, pulling one arm out of the way, and holding it steady over his head. Jack gave Albert a wink. "Happy to help." He smiled.

"Why thank you." Albert laughed, immediately attacking William's underarm now it was exposed.

"No! No not that! Ahalbehehert! Ahahehehehe!" William's laughter grew giggly and boyish, his free hand trying to cover his underarm or bat Albers hand away. "Enough! God dahamn it, Ahalbert!"

William tugged on his arm, managing to get free, reaching over and squeezing Albert's hips. "Sehehee how you like it!" He grinned, watching Albert's cheeks instantly heat up before he grabbed William's wrists, trying to lean away from the attack.

"H-Hehey! No this isn't-! Ahaa!" He crumbled to the floor, with William following, still squeezing the man's hips. He ended up standing over Albert, trapping him between the coffe table and the sofa, bending over to dish out his revenge. Meticulously poking at any exposed points on Albert's sides and ribs.

"Hohold on! Haha! I-I'm sohorry! Forgive mehehe! Wihihilliam!" Albert was clearly more ticklish than William was, and the blonde wasn't going to waste that fact. He latched onto his brother's ribs, massaging his thumbs into the sensitive bone, all while smiling and laughing with him.

Albert arched his back, trying to pull William's hands away. "Ahahaha! O-Ohoho nohohoho! Hahahaha!" His laughter was deeper, it came from all the way down in his stomach. His kicking legs scuffed up the edge of the rug as he flailed.

"What's the matter, Albert? I thought you said this was a perfectly good time for some childish behaviour. Did you not?" William teased, enjoying watching their, usually level-headed, oldest brother wriggling like a fish out of water.

"Gents, you're going to damage something if you are not careful." A small voice came from behind. The two tussling looked over at Louis, who had crouched to pick up the stray cushion that had fallen from the sofa, dusting it off with a slap. "At last take this outside." He grumbled to himself, unaware that the two had stopped. Not until it was too late anyway.

"Wehell now, if you were feeling left out you should have just said so." Albert chuckled as William helped him to his feet before they both made a dash for Louis, who never stood a chance.

"Huh?! No, that's not what I meant! Ah!" He was tackled to the floor, Albert and William pinning one arm each as they both tickled him. Albert poked and scribbled at his tummy whilst William squeezed his side. Poor Louis was instantly in hysterics, shaking his head and arching his whole body. "Nohoho! Ahahah! I-I didn't-! Hyahahaaa!"

Albert smirked, unbuttoning Louis's waistcoat, leaving only a shirt to protect him. "Oh well, this is much easier." He chimed, happily watching his brother's giddy expression as the tickles got worse. His cheeks were bright red, both with embarrassment and laughter, he couldn't even keep his eyes open or plead with them for his freedom.

"Haha, quite the chatterbox, aren't you, Louis?" Albert teased, suddenly yelping as he felt a hand on his side. William was on the attack again, switching his target.

"Un-buttoning a gentleman's waistcoat without permission? You truly are a rude little blouse!" He chuckled, releasing Louis and fully attacking Albert again.

"Hold on! I was just- Pff-Ahahaha!"

The room was filled with laughter. The pile of brothers all play fighting and wrestling, ticking each other before switching targets and becoming the victim again. Their hair grew wild and frizzy, their clothes wrinkling and shirts becoming un-tucked as they fought.

Jack stood in the corner, watching his work play out. Glad to see the brothers were still capable of having fun in such a manner. He would have to initiate another brawl like this again sometime.

There was an unexpected knock on the door before Moran and Fred walked in. "We got your tele-" The pair froze, stunned by what they had walked in on.

The brothers also froze, staring right back, wide-eyed. "Um... Afternoon?" Albert offered with a wave as William quickly climbed out of the pile, trying to straighten himself out as he cleared his throat, giggling into his hand at the ghost tickles. "Um, yes, good afternoon. I uh, assume you read my m-Ehehe!" He turned, glaring at Albert after he'd given William one last poke for good luck.

There was definitely going to be sweet revenge on the horizon.

#william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #MTP tickles #moriarty the patriot #Moriarty the patriot tickles #lee William Moriarty #ler william moriarty #lee albert moriarty #ler albert moriarty #lee Louis moriarty #ler louis moriarty #rachi roo #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community

[gyarubloodbath]

all i want is you

character: kazutora hanemia/baji keisuke tw:+18, insectophilia, shibari. all edits are mine

the scolopendra hurriedly moved its sharp paws, tickling leaving an invisible trail behind it, running from one breast to another with pinpoint injections, sniffing out an exit to the ground with its antennae, getting used to the warm, living surface in a panic, forever trembling, moaning, interrupted by vulgar and gasping sounds. the insect starts the marathon again, without thinking to stop. the most ancient instinct of self-preservation, not deprived of anyone, suggests one thing: to run. but every time someone else's hands return her to her beloved body, writhing from the cold of the timid and unnecessary uneven movements of foreign ones, just like this centipede.

white fly larvae and other miasma rained down wildly on baji's early clean, innocent and virgin body, not bitten by anyone, not stained with small flagella and mouth cavities of insects. insects that are scared and in a panic are actively kicking, crawling and exploring a new soft, heat-giving surface.

the ants, in formation and marching soldiers, albeit without orders from the queen — the uterus of the anthill, the vital forces of the nest— were divided into groups in a horde and scattered to different parts of the body, biting the epidermis, roughened in places, on the hands, rustling dryly, bleeding at the base of the nails, torn cuticles, a childish nightmare and a gloomy adult fantasy — the burr is long, interfering, — somewhere unhealed from thin, feline scratches, torn off by a translucent and cloudy, soft skin sticking out, like a layer of green onions separating, somewhere dirty, — on the toes and heels of achilles, with a sweaty, cheesy aroma, not pushing away, trying exhausted feet, giving off heavy and throbbing bites, fishing out screams from the martyr, caught in a hellish circle, casually written, in practice experiencing.

goliath beetles with the noise of their wings — buzzing, loud, tormenting the very ears — fly over to the hair of keisuke, white in color leopard, giving it a certain charm and charm.

baji's crystal body, behind unbearable teenage cliches, preserves a blooming garden, twilight and the gates of the palace — a smoky charming surface, access to which is forbidden to everyone except hanemia, anemia blocking oxygen in the cells of the entire temple of blood, an organism that looks fragile, defiling with a pathetic spasm. remembering such moments, he boldly calls them icebergs in paradise.

keisuke's exhausted penis, namely the head of the penis, turned very red and swelled immediately as soon as the ants stopped biting him. the feeling is itchy, like scabies with the tip of the tongue of the palate of the mouth, and then, with an active boneless muscle, you wipe the smooth area of dirty mouths with a sour and nasty part. baji just squeezes her bound thighs, trembling with blue fire, but hot, innocently scorched; writhing as if in a frying pan, tearfully begging to calm the wild itch and excitement only growing, listening to the nasty «hmm!» of the castors, between the beats of the heart and the rustle of bed linen on the street. he is unable to help himself, so he remains to pull with his hands, wrapped in a rope, tied in a cunning sea knot, testing the patience and endurance of baji, forcing him to suffocate in his own tears, moistening his lips with dried sea waves, carrying his screams with autumn leaves.

for hanemia, this is no less torture. god, what a charm — the satin ebb behind the temple turns into dark, black, scarab-colored hair! wonderful skin, both delicate and untouched by the ultraviolet of the scorching gas giant, and this bone, trembling at a dusty ankle… the sadist (who hates the word kazutora, declaring himself to be nothing other than a saint) runs his hand over the loins of the budgie, driving away ants and other insects, cleaning this area of the sharply upturned leg, trembling, taking hold of someone else's penis with his palm, slowly twisting, pulling off the foreskin, rubbing the bridle and bite sites of small friends, unfriendly truth angry for some reason. and the boy continues to tremble and moan, biting through his lower lip with his very fangs, feeling the skin, an admixture of salt and dust, something elusive, a light trail swept by — a sour-bitter drop of blood.

the feeling of dozens of running legs only helped the young man, especially the forgotten centipede, which calmed down on budgie's very face, tickling his eyelid, shaking his eyelashes and greeting the insect. ejaculating, keisuke loudly mumbled into someone else's lips, savagely and hungrily biting into the delicate skin. a moan goes through the whole body with vibration, the insects only revived, before getting dirty in baji's sperm, which experienced the last shudder of the longest thrill ever experienced by a human or demonic being. the ring of shame was engulfed by keisuke, like a warm cream and essential oil, light, smeared with mumbling laughter and comments of awkward castors: «look what you've done!», «you drowned the poor bugs and ants!».

through the rough fabric of a boy's shirt, not fully buttoned, baji could feel the heat of his body. but there was nothing to say. keisuke watched with fear as hanemia carefully placed the homemade scolopendra in the terrarium, which, as it turned out, served as a useful guest in the experiment of the highlighted one. baji and kazutora on his arm could never get used to the constant anxiety in which the tender hearts of great sinners beat. inwardly fainting, inwardly languishing… oh, absolutely sinless!

a blessed inspiration — in the arms of one-sided, innocent lips melted under the predatory pressure of dark boyish jaws, smearing a small drop of blood and pulling back the skin of the lips. the heart is like snow, inspires a feat, beckons to determine the disastrous charm of hanemia.

the hollow of kazutora's palm was full of smooth, ivory-like skin, the feeling of keisuke's concave "girly" back, not daring to touch the lips of the wild anymore, having recently revealed their dual nature, infecting tender reverie with creepy vulgarity.

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #baji #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #bajitora

[cto10121]

Mamma mia here we go again

Romeo Montague. So fey. So feminine. So gender non-conforming. Not masculine at all.

Not even when he complained how Rosaline will not “ope her lap to saint-seducing gold” and just how awful and an utter “waste” her staying a virgin is. Not when he decided to climb the Capulet garden wall, listen to Juliet’s monologue, and reveal himself to her. Not when in his private soliloquy he wanted Juliet to cast off her ~vestal livery and not be a ~virgin to the ~moon anymore. Not when he joked with Mercutio and Benvolio that his “pump [dick]” was “well flow’red.” Not when he fought and killed Tybalt. Not when he threatened his servant with dismemberment if he interfered with his suicide. And not when he fought and killed Paris…while calling him boy.

Multiple characters express how feminine he is!!1!!1

Mercutio (1) snarks about how Romeo has been pussified because he spends all his time mooning over Rosaline. After his bawdy game of wits with Romeo, however, Mercutio is reassured that Romeo has seemingly returned to the bro fold (“There art thou Romeo”). When Tybalt comes to challenge Romeo, Mercutio fully expects Romeo to fight Tybalt (“he’ll be your follower”) and is shocked and outraged when he refuses.

And, er, that’s it? Capulet calls him a “portly gentleman” and Benvolio firmly believes that Romeo “would answer” Tybalt’s duel. Tybalt and Paris “boy” him, I think. When Romeo breaks down, the Friar derides his tears “as womanish” but expresses genuine shock at his (implied to be) unusual behavior—“I had thought thy disposition better tempered.” As in, more masculine.

Adaptations keep denying him femininity he has in the text!!1!!11

You mean the famous Zeffirelli movie which introduced a soft-spoken Leonard Whiting lolling up the street with a flower in his hand? Or the popular Baz Lurhmann movie with a more trigger-happy but still fey Leo DiCaprio in a Hawaiian shirt, writing angsty poetry in the sunset while smoking a cigarette? Or the classic West Side Story who cast a gay actor as Tony for the stage adaptation and a sweet-tempered Richard Beymer, even though Beymer argued (unsuccessfully) with the director to play Tony with the streetwise cred his edgy character backstory demanded? Or Presgurvic’s neo-classic Romeo et Juliette musical, which cast what has to be the almost ideal mix of masculine and feminine in a young delicious Damien Sargue. Why do adaptations keep masculinizing poor Romeo like this???!!!

Juliet is so masculine!!1!1!

Like when she changed her mind about Romeo swearing on the moon, and then not the moon, and then not swearing at all. Or when Juliet also broke down wailing when she heard of Romeo’s banishment, claiming it was worse than if Romeo, her parents, Tybalt, and the Nurse were all dead. Or when she made cute rhymes of Romeo and rosemary when she gushed to the Nurse, who was so tickled pink she told Romeo about it. Or how Juliet blushes easily, per the Nurse—“there goes the wanton blood up thy cheeks, they’ll be in scarlet straight at any news.” Or when she tells Romeo that he is the “god of [her] idolatry.”

The symbolism/imagery subverts Elizabethan gendered imagery!1!!1!1

Like when Romeo describes Juliet as “fair,” with her “white hand,” hanging like “a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear” and how this light/fair/white imagery is consistent with both Elizabethan love poetry and beauty standards for women, with “sun” (in this context) being a natural extension of this pattern. Or when Juliet also describes Romeo in the exact same way such as in “my lord” and “knight” and “mansion” and not with any other feminine-coded imagery. Or when she talks about how Romeo’s face in the heavens will make the night so bright no one will give a fuck anymore about daylight. It’s so subversive, it’s inclusive!

They just get each other, so T4T!!1!1!

Yeah, because they are literally the Shakespearean embodiment of The Office “show me the difference between these two pictures/there is no difference” meme. Not because they are gender non-conforming. If anything, their lack of gender non-conformity very much contributes to their tragedy. Had they been willing to really think outside the societal expectation box, they would have high-tailed it out of Verona together.

In Arthur Brooke’s narrative poem, which Shakespeare adapted for his R&J, Juliet suggests disguising herself as a man and joining Romeus in exile (!!!) but Romeus shuts that down, saying it’d be too dangerous and impractical. The fact that Shakespeare did not have his R&J even entertain that possibility—literally a recurring Shakespearean trope in his comedies—speaks volumes. Volumes.

#romeo and juliet #rj clown takes #r&j clown takes #mamma mia here we go again #rj click not so much because they are gender non-comforming but because they are alike in personality and love clownery #rj are drawn realistically like most boys and most girls #in that they have both ‘masculine’ and ‘feminine’ sides #there are few people who are completely feminine or completely masculine #shakespeare was clear-sighted enough to see that #r&j meta #rj meta #are the gays okay

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Immortals immortally in love

Warning: includes smut, read at your own risk!

IkeVamp fanfiction, Stella (OC) x Comte de Saint-Germain

Thank @ryuuaka713 for this mix of art and smut. 🤭🥰

The sun was hanging up high in the streets of Ancient Athens. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming, people came and went, talking, purchasing items, and drinking alcohol. Children were playing. Travelers passed through the streets of the ancient city, on their way to the sacred temples of the Olympian Gods.

Among the crowd were two people, seemingly blending in, yet somehow, standing out. From appearance to way of talking, they were nothing short of extraordinary.

However, that didn't seem to bother them much. They were busy picking out clothes.

"Chérie, are you certain this is a good idea?"

"Trust me, agápi. You are normally the one to give me dresses, but now is the time you let me choose something for you!"

"Haha, alright, alright."

The male of the two chuckled, amused by his beloved's words. She was right, usually it was him who spoiled her.

The woman of the pair picked out a chiton, a type of Ancient Greek clothing. It's in all beige color, kept relatively simple.

"I think this would suit you well, Comte! Go try it on, now."

The man in the marriage, le Comte de Saint-Germain, looked at the clothing, then nodded. He walked right to the changing rooms, changing clothes carefully. Once done, he walks back out, part of his chest, his arms and half of his legs being exposed.

Stella's mind was blown for a moment. Sure, it couldn't possibly compare to his normally fancy clothing from the late 19th century, but… This little clothing made the man seem simple, outstanding, and unbelievably sexy all at the same time. She had seen him naked plenty of times, but this? It was a whole different level of it.

She took a look at his bare skin. He was practically flawless, physically. The bluenette felt her cheeks flare up with both awe and desire, and if they were alone in a room, she'd probably be more vocal about her feelings. But as they were in public, that would have to wait…

An amused chuckle escaped the vampire's lungs. He could see his lady's blush and speechlessness, which could only mean she clearly liked it.

"Do you like what you see, Stella?"

"W-well, yes, I do…"

Stella's embarrassment was both amusing and so unbelievably adorable to the man. Ahh, how was he lucky enough to end up with a Goddess who's so cute? Not only cute, but kind, thoughtful and beautiful. That was his wife, and he couldn't be more proud about it. The man stepped forward, wrapping an arm around his lover's waist. Reaching to her ears, his warm breathing tickled her as he whispered.

"Tonight, we will continue this further, chérie."

After long hours of talking and exploring Ancient Athens as a couple, they eventually found their way back to the mansion in their time. The late 19th century.

In the late evening, Stella sat on her bed, awaiting the man of her dreams to come to her room. Sure enough, she heard a knock. With anticipation in her heart, she went to open the door, seeing the man in gold and beige standing there with a smile on his face. Oh, how she adored that handsome smile.

"Abel."

"Stella, may I come in?"

"Of course."

With Stella opening the door, the man was allowed into the room. Closing the door behind him, he leads Stella back to the bed, where he kissed her. At first, his kisses were gentle. But they gradually became more passionate, full of desire. Stella didn't hesitate to kiss him back, their tongues intertwining and fighting for dominance.

The girl's flushed cheeks, and her golden eyes were filled with irresistible desire, a desperate flame ignited in her soul, all with the sensation of his kisses.

"Haaah… Abel…!"

Stella's breathy moans were enough to drive Abel wild. He knew he was unable to resist the urge to make love to her any longer. They've already passed the point of no return. He quickly undressed himself, then began kissing his way down her face, neck and collarbone, occasionally using his teeth to slightly nibble on her skin. As he went further down, he skillfully stripped her out of her dress, laying her body bare for himself.

In truth, Abel felt the exact way she did about him- to him, there was nobody more perfect than his wife, the Goddess who chose him, a pureblooded vampire as a life-long mate. She was beautiful, and unbelievably sexy. Her soft skin, rather thin figure… Her silky, long hair, and most importantly- those eyes. Those gorgeous orbs of gold, were yearning for more love, more touching, more sex.

The man kissed his way down her breasts, she could not even try to be quiet while he teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth.

"Ahh!!"

"From the look on your face, I can tell it feels good…"

He proceeded to kiss his way down her belly, skillfully spreading her legs with his hands, his fingers making their way between them. He then teased the clit, already feeling how wet and ready she was for him. Nevertheless, his fingers made their way further in, teasing her while his other hand held her hips, keeping her in place. She buckled beneath him, moans of pleasure escaping her over and over again.

"Ahhh… Abel…!"

The sound of her moaning his name is music to his ears. Enough to make him go harder. He removed his hand from her insides, lowering his head and stopping at her hips. He began sucking and nibbling on them.

To Stella, this felt even better. Her hips were one of her biggest weak points, so she practically screamed in pleasure. And her husband knew this very well. Slowly, he made his way to her inner thighs, kissing, sucking and biting. That was her other weak point. Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed into the body of the girl, taking her over effortlessly.

When he felt she was absolutely ready, leaned back to her face, kissing her earlobe before whispering…

"Stella, tell me what you want me to do… Don't be shy…"

Stella looked at the man with desperate, almost pleading eyes, her heart racing and cheeks flushed.

"I… I want you… Deep, deep inside of me. Abel, please… Leave proof of our love inside me…"

Ahh, that pleading hint in her voice could get him every single time. He smiled at her, happy to oblige to her wishes.

"... That's my good girl."

With that, he positioned himself, before thrusting and entering her with one swift, almost merciless motion. With a loud moan, her arms wrapped around his back, her nails clawing into him. He felt it, but seeing as his beloved was clearly in too much pleasure to pay attention to this, he just accepted this with no trouble whatsoever. Instead, he put his hands on her hips again, to keep her in place for him to do his thing.

Every thrust was answered with a moan, every glance of desperate desire answered with one of passion. Seductive words of passion were exchanged. Eventually, it came to the climax, Abel came inside her. And this was done more than once…

When they were done, both looked at each other, covered in sweat and in Stella's case, exhausted. With gentle kisses and cuddles exchanged, they fell asleep in each other's arms…

The next morning, Stella woke up to the feeling of her beloved gently stroking and combing through her long, beautiful hair with his fingers. She smiled, looking up at him.

"Good morning, Stella. Did I wake you up?"

"Good morning to you too, Abel. You did wake me up."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No no, don't be. If you ask me, this is the best way to wake up. Right by your side, where I always want to be."

Abel chuckled softly, placing gentle kisses on her forehead and lips. Stella blushed, smiling before placing both her hands on the man's chest, gently pushing him down so she could sort of lay on top, a playful yet tender smile on her face. With an equally playful, amused smile, he touched her cheek with a gentle hand, having her look at him. He moved closer. Close enough for their noses to touch. The playful, and somehow tenderly loving looks on their faces were clear as they looked into each other's eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

With that, Stella kissed his nose, before their lips met in a loving kiss. They knew, their love for each other was as immortal as they themselves were.

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