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"𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 '𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙮."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Enjin nsfw headcanons

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Warning(s): nsfw with kind of a crack twist here and there, my bestie and I were having fun. 𖹭 Gender neutral reader; Mentions of oral sex (giving), pegging, overstimulation, semi-public sex, mentions of edging and sex while you're both high. Maybe a little OOC?? Idk

@sharkie-inthesea THIS ONES FOR YOU BBY, ENJOY YOUR MEAL 🫶

Minor and ageless blogs dni, please and thank you.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ First things first, the one thing I want to get out of the way, the one thing that I will live and die on this hill for. Enjin LOVES fat people. He also likes ‘em hairy, he likes it all natural, baby.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ One thing about Enjin is he loves skin-to-skin contact. It doesn't even have to be anything sexual, he just loves being naked with you and feeling your skin against his. Loves especially to rub his calloused hands along the soft skin of your body.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ I love to imagine he's real funny about it too. You'll just be lying on his bed completely naked together and he's lying in between your thighs, head resting on one as he's just fiddling with your bush, combing his fingers through it before saying:

𖹭 “Y'know, it's getting real nice and long. Maybe I can put it in a braid and decorate it with a cute pink bow!”

𖹭 You just give him this look before saying, “You know, I liked having my bush until you said that. I'm shaving it off.”

𖹭 He's then gripping your thighs and crying out, “NO, NOT MY AMAZON RAINFOREST!!” 💔

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ Enjin is a big fan of your fat, so much softness he can hold in his hands. He loves just massaging at your stomach, love handles, literally anything tbh, like a kneading cat—Also bites your rolls like a cat. He just can't get enough! Also loves using your fat to hold onto while he pounds into you from behind, your softness makes him so fucking horny.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ He also likes how you smell, especially when you're musky and sweaty after a mission. He gets one whiff and he's either keeping you in the car or dragging you back to either one of y'alls bedroom to properly worship you.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ Does not give a FUCK if you complain about being gross/stinky, SIT YOUR FINE ASS DOWN ON HIS FACE!!! His tongue is all over your genitals, sucking all sloppy like he's been starved for weeks.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ He loves to overstimulate you too, he's such a dick. Don't worry you can get him back by sexually torturing him too. <3

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ He's would be intimidated to have a dildo/cock in his ass but he's willing to try. He whines about it being too much like a big baby but begs you to keep going after he's came once.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ Remember how I mentioned how he'll keep you in the car after a mission? Imagine it was a rough one, but for some reason instead of being exhausted, Enjin is PENT up.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ Babes, prepare for a ride, because he's taking you on one. He drives and you can do one of two things;

𖹭 A. Road-head/jerking him off as he drives! One of his dirty fantasies that he'll wake up from one night hard as a log. He does struggle to focus though and will swerve here and there so good luck with that.

𖹭 B. You wait like a good cleaner for him to pull off somewhere so you can ride him ‘til you're both dead tired. Win-win either way.

⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ I feel like he's the type of guy who gets high with you (hitting the joint) and has some messy, steamy sex with you. He's sloppy and uncoordinated but he manages to make you cum at least twice before he finally does—He's unintentionally edging himself, oops.

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[chockfullofsecrets]

for the sentence thing: If you were polite, you wouldn’t get yourself into these situations.

“If you were polite,” Caduceus tells him, untangling another strand of the dense green morass currently pinning him in place, “you wouldn’t get yourself into these situations.”

“I was being polite,” Fjord complains, “and the plants didn’t listen, so then I said-”

Caduceus’ ears twitch. “Right, and then you said...?”

His confidence shrinks with every syllable. “Ah... the Wildmother... commands you... to move... bitch?”

“Well. That’s not very polite, is it.”

Fjord winces. “No, it is not. Plants, I’m gonna say I’m sorry and then just - stop talking. For a while.” 

He looks hopefully down at his legs, but the death web that some Melora-forsaken plant in this jungle decided to spit at him seems uninclined to accept the apology. “Caduceus, maybe I’m not cut out for this whole Wildmother thing. I’m grateful for her protection, of course, but I just keep getting this wrong. I’ve got half a mind to say that the next time I set foot in some, uh - vegetative area - she’s going to straight up kill me.”

“That’s not how the Wildmother works, Fjord.”

Fjord opens his mouth to protest - Caduceus is from one of her beloved families of champions, and he’s a scrawny half-orc with nothing and nowhere to his name, and there’ve certainly been enough times where the rules are different, worse, on his behalf - 

Caduceus’ fingers tangle behind his knee, briefly, and whatever he was about to say fades into a laugh that he has no power to stop.

He looks warily down at Caduceus. Caduceus looks serenely up at him.

“You know, I think I could probably get out of this myself if I really put my mind to it-”

Caduceus laughs a little and squeezes just above Fjord’s knee, his tall frame matched with hands large and skilled enough to tweak every ticklish nerve in Fjord’s entire leg. “I’m sure you could. The Wildmother doesn’t ask for penance, Fjord, but if you feel like you need to pay it anyway-”

Fjord breathes out something that he’s not quite confident in calling a giggle, if only because doing so will make it impossible to look Caduceus in the eye ever again. 

It would be nice, not to have to worry about all this. Just for a moment or two.

“Well, I think it’s certainly worth a try.”

[ticklishraspberries]

i see ur hc request and raise you: tell me all about ticklish!five, i love one (1) deranged old man

oh lord you have unleashed the beast within me

i don’t think five is the most ticklish sibling, but he definitely has his spots that rival the others

stealing a headcanon from i believe @peachytickles that five’s palms are deathly ticklish b/c of his powers

and, of course, as i think the whole fandom can agree, his knees are insanely ticklish as well, and his academy uniform always leaves them easily accessible!!

i don’t think his siblings would know about how ticklish his hands are at first. it’s not really a spot anyone thinks to tickle, but i assume one of them figured it out by accident, maybe allison with her long nails or vanya trying to be sweet and comforting and running her fingers over his hand and five gasps like he’s been shot and clamps his hand around hers

he was usually more of a ler when they were kids, pretending to be above it most of the time, but secretly finding a lot of joy in making his siblings laugh til they cried. ben was his favorite target.

however, when he’s reverted back to his teenage body, he quickly realizes that even his assasin training can’t make up for his small size and noodle arms. he quickly becomes the target of plenty of tickle attacks, and he hates it (or, at least, he pretends to)

his laugh is kind of all over the place; sometimes he’s all bubbly, childish giggles, but other times it’s loud shrieks and screams. either way, he’s threatening bodily harm on his ler through it.

he can’t use his powers when he’s not focused, and tickling makes him incredibly unfocused, taking away his greatest chance at escape

klaus specifically likes to do silly childish stuff with him (“this little piggie”, singing “itsy bitsy spider” while tickling up his sides, raspberries, silly things like that!) and it makes five so fucking embarrassedangry

also, five cannot take being teased, he gets so defensive and flustered. he will deny being ticklish while squirming and cackling beneath his ler and scream at them to shut up when they point out how he clearly is

you wouldn’t think it, but five can be a begger once you drive him to it. he stays strong for the first bit of tickles, but once you get him tired out or target a weak spot, he’s suddenly way less interested in murdering you and much more inclined to promise you anything to get your fingers away from his ribs

worst spots are his palms, knees, ribs, and his neck (specifically beneath his chin)

lower body tickles = getting kicked, probably, so his siblings have to hold him down well

once vanya made him snort while tickling his sides. she laughed so hard he got the chance to teleport away and he was so flustered, vanya deadass thought he would never look her in the eye again. about an hour later, he was back in her room, tickling her til she swore not to tell a single soul.

[calmturquoise]

Lazy Morning

At pretty much the last possible moment, here is my Femslash Feb Tickle 2k21 fic for the amazing @spritewrites! Honored to have written for you, and I really hope you enjoy! Thanks @ticklishraspberries for hosting! <3

Prompt: Ginny/Luna, combo of “person A is ticklish in an unusual spot and it surprises both them and their partner (although it’s debatable who has more fun with this discovery)” and “sleepy tickles!!!”

Luna blinked awake, her transition to consciousness slow and calm as opposed to the fast and unpleasant wake-up that came early most mornings as she and Ginny both rushed off to work. Today, however, they had no obligations, and with the pleasant warmth from them huddling together under the covers while snowflakes swirled in gentle spirals outside the window, Luna was perfectly content to continue lying in bed.

Her partner, however, appeared to have other plans. Luna felt the bed shift as Ginny rolled onto her side, placing a strong, slim hand on Luna’s back. “Are you finally awake?” she whispered teasingly. “You know, it might be time for us to get out of bed.”

Luna shook her head. “No, I think I’d rather stay here,” she murmured, enjoying the laziness that came from still being half-asleep. She heard the soft tinkling of Ginny’s laughter and hummed with pleasure as the redhead’s fingers began tracing soft, meaningless patterns on her lower back through the thin fabric of her nightshirt.

“We can’t stay in bed all day!” Ginny protested, though Luna could hear the smile in her girlfriend’s voice and knew that Ginny’s continued presence in bed with Luna indicated that she might, in fact, stay in bed as long as Luna wanted. “Come on, if you get up I’ll-”

Luna didn’t get the chance to discover what sort of bribery Ginny planned to offer, as Ginny’s fingers scratched lightly over the slight protrusion of Luna’s shoulder blade. At the intense ticklish sensation elicited by the touch, Luna jolted in surprise, and in turn Ginny paused in her mindless stroking of Luna’s back.

“Are your shoulders ticklish?” Ginny asked, the surprise in her tone quickly replaced with delight. Luna shivered as Ginny resumed her tracing, though her touches felt more intentional now. Luna tried and failed to hold back a tremor when Ginny’s nails dug into the space below her shoulder blade with the just the right amount of firmness, Luna’s thin nightshirt offering no protection from the ticklish touches.

“N-No,” she protested, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from giggling though she doubted she could hold back for long. “I mean- I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?” Luna shivered again, this time in anticipation as she registered the mischievous lilt to Ginny’s voice. A giggle slipped past her lips when Ginny’s fingers wiggled purposely against her shoulder blades and she twisted her head, burying into her pillow as she squirmed beneath the playful attack. She could hear Ginny’s amusement as her girlfriend asked, “How does this feel?”

“It tihihickles!” Luna admitted, still giggling into her pillow. She turned her head to see Ginny’s face beside her own, grinning unabashedly at Luna’s predicament. “But I didn’t knohohohow I was ticklish thehehere!”

“Well, it’s a discovery I’m not complaining about,” Ginny announced, sliding up from where she was lying next to Luna and swinging her leg over Luna’s hips, straddling her waist to slide her hands beneath Luna’s nightshirt. “Does this tickle more?” she asked as her fingers scribbled lightly over Luna’s bare skin.

“Yehehehes!” Luna laughed, enjoying the simple pleasure of the sensation even as she squirmed beneath the touches, inadvertently trying to escape the intense ticklishness. The soft, gentle, teasing touches were tantalizing at the same time that they were almost unbearable, and Luna couldn’t quite decide if she wanted her girlfriend to stop or continue. “I thohohought you wahahanted to get uhuhuhup?”

Ginny hummed. “Maybe I changed my mind,” she teased, wiggling her fingers just a little more quickly. “I’m thinking we could stay in bed all day, doing this.” She slid up the fabric of Luna’s nightshirt to expose the entirety of her back and pressed light, warm kisses to Luna’s shoulder blades. Though she couldn’t hold back a smile at the fluttering, ticklish touches, Luna’s giggles trailed off and she relaxed onto the bed, content to let Ginny explore the discovery of her newest ticklish spot. Staying in bed sounded like the best idea she could imagine.

[tickle-bugs]

bug idk what it is but the way you write tickling just… gives me fuckin butterflies like no other. at this point we have like no overlapping fandoms and i still read your fics religiously because HOLY SHIT yknow??? anyway the anakin & obi wan one was IMMACULATE

WAHHHHH 🥺 Thank you!! 💖

No but same to you???? I read your CR and Carry On fics and just sit there like *shocked pikachu*. You have this way with words thats just so wonderful and present and flustering in the best way. Chef’s kiss.

[wordstrings]

For the first sentence thing: “You can’t possibly think that’s fair.”

Dean didn’t answer, but just watched Castiel from behind clasped hands at his chin, where the shine of his gold cuffs matched the shine of amusement in his eyes. Castiel surveyed the wooden game board for a moment longer before huffing in annoyance and moving his key piece to another square.

That had apparently been an expected move, as Dean didn’t even pause to think before capturing another of Castiel’s pieces at the left side of the board where his defense had ostensibly lapsed.

“You know that if you win again, I’ll be frustrated,” Castiel said, making another move while eyeing the growing collection of his fallen pieces at Dean’s elbow, “and you know how I’ll resolve that frustration.”

There was something smug in Dean’s voice when he said, “I know, and–” he pushed one piece smoothly across the board – “checkmate.”

[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.]

[ticklishnonsense]

for the sentence starter thing: All things considered, it wasn’t the worst way to go - just one of the more humiliating.

All things considered, it wasn't the worst way to go - just one of the more humiliating.

"...I think you broke him, Molly," says Jester, very seriously. She stills her hands, but doesn't remove them from Fjord's tummy. Mollymauk, who's sitting on Fjord's wrists above his head, stops torturing his underarms and makes a curious noise. "He went all floppy."

"We broke him," Mollymauk corrects her. "Besides, he's a big guy, I'm sure he's got more in him. Let's both try his ribs," and then there's two sets of blunt tiefling nails, one from above and one from below, clawing at his ribs and Fjord's gasping out more helpless laughs from aching lungs.

He spasms a few times, and flaps his hands around a little above where Molly's sitting on them, hoping to gain purchase on something - no dice. Fucking tieflings. All the shitty stereotypes can't hold an unlit candle to the true evil in Fjord's two friends. "Nn," Fjord groans, "nnohoh - just - hhnhnnh - let me die already-"

"Never!" Jester cackles, and takes one hand off his ribs to high-five Molly before she gets back to tickling Fjord into an early grave.

[spriteandnicotine]

Ennoshita 7MIH <3

Pairing:Ennoshita x GN! Reader

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: nyctophobia, arachnophobia (discussion of both and anx//ty)

Word Count: 900+ A/N: Doing this for a haikyuu creators collab! I haven't written a seven minutes in heaven fic before so I hope this is good >.< A big thanks to @tamcitrus​ for being my beta reader! I also want to say that if you do struggle with an/iety that the tips and tricks in this may not be for you and you may have more severe bouts. By no means am I trying to make this seem a certain way, and it isn’t 100% accurate.

Adrenaline is pumping through your veins as the bottle slows and lands on your crush, Ennoshita Chikara. 

It has always been hard to approach him with how busy he is between practice and school. In fact, you’ve only had the chance to have a full conversation with him once. Even then, the interaction was less than five minutes in length. When he sees you in the hallway, he always makes an effort to at least wave and flash his award winning smile.

Glancing up, your eyes meet his and your cheeks flush beet red. You stand up and shuffle your feet as you make your way to the closet. As your hand connects with the door knob, you let out a tiny yelp from the shock. Your face goes at least ten shades darker.

“Um, you okay?” Ennoshita asks. You quickly nod in response and open the door, wanting to hide until you calm down.

The light fades away until it peeks through the bottom of the door frame as Ennoshita closes the door behind him. Your heart begins to race, and the thumping is so loud in your ears; you swear he can hear the drumming as if the two of you were sitting in a circle beating on various percussion instruments.

From a young age, the dark has been terrifying to you. You don’t know what caused it; the stories of monsters going ‘bump’ in the night, or the feeling of warmth leaving and being replaced by your blood running cold as the ill-lit room engulfs your shape, forcing your body into the jet-black abyss.

As the darkness takes over, you instinctively crouch down and find the back corner of the closet. You begin to hyperventilate as the sleeve of a fuzzy coat brushes across your nose.

“Hey… Y/N… What’s wrong?” he asks. As he speaks, you feel a cool gust of air on your side that is quickly replaced by body heat. A chill runs down your spine from the rapid change in temperature, so you force your back into the corner. 

Your head is becoming fuzzy, and you barely manage to say, “Afraid…of..dark,” between pants. Ennoshita quickly takes action, slipping off his leather jacket and pushing it up against the door frame. Then, he fumbles around for his phone, turning on the built-in flashlight.

As light fills the room, you take several deep breaths, and your vision goes from fuzzy back to normal. You wipe the tears from under your eyes and say, “Well that’s embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it isn’t. Everyone is afraid of something whether we want to admit it or not. After all, we’re only human,” he gently responds.

You give Ennoshita a small smile and ask, “Oh yeah? What are you afraid of?”

“I have arachnophobia and I’m scared of rejection. I woke up with a spider dangling above my face when I was a child, and I never was told no as a kid, so that’s probably where my fears stem from,” he replies, softly looking into your eyes.

“Oh. I don’t know why I’m scared of the dark. I’m probably more afraid of the monsters that lie within the depths of darkness more than the dark itself,” you explain.

“Here, it always helps me to suck on hard candy when I need to ground myself,” he says, holding out a handful of jolly ranchers for you to choose from.

You take your favorite flavor and pop it into your mouth, savoring the fruity flavor as it spreads over every taste bud. You then look at him with confusion spread across your face. 

“Do you always keep these with you?” you ask.

“I have pretty bad panic attacks. One of the ways I calm down is grounding. I focus on the flavor and it brings me back to the present. Plus, these taste pretty good,” as he says this, Ennoshita unwraps a blue raspberry jolly rancher and places it in his mouth.

The two of you sit in silence for a couple of minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company until you remember how he said he is afraid of rejection.

“Hey, Ennoshita?” you ask.

He turns to the side just enough so you know he is giving you his full attention before you continue, “I just want to thank you for helping me out earlier. I also thought about how you can’t be rejected if you never try, but since I’m not scared of rejection, I thought I would see if you maybe wanted to get some tea?”

He smiles and you note the blue tint on his teeth from the candy, “Of course! I know this hole-in-the-wall cafe that makes the best tea!”

Just then, the door opens and everyone’s face falls when they realize you just talked for seven minutes, but you don’t care because you have a feeling you will have an infinite amount of time to hang out with him, which tends to always feel like heaven.

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