#I guess my ribs poke out now lmao

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #3

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 1ndi g0]

Requested by: The Pope

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Threesome (duh)

Name Calling: Sweet Girl, Chief, Toy, Sweetheart, Commander, Good Girl, Leftovers

Like a 20 year age-gap (also, duh and for both parties)

Hickeys/Biting/Bite Marks

Hair-pulling

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Titty Playing

Choking

Orgasm Denial

Cum eating (but not really I guess??? Be warned or whatever lmao)

Daddy Issues (obviously, it's the underlining cause of wanting older men)

Exhibitionism

Humiliation (Semi, like super small amount)

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I'm hoisted up, settled on my knees on Shikaku's desk before he repositions me. I'm shifted around, legs dangling over the edge of the desk with my back facing the Commander. He hums softly in my ear, cooing at me as his hands grope at my breasts and his heartbeat thumps against my spine. "You're going to be great. You're perfect, Sweet Girl."

Inoichi looks like he's going to vibrate out of his skin as he walks back toward the desk, eyes locked on me and chest pumping like crazy. The closer he gets, the further down Shikaku's hands fall. By the time Inoichi is a step or two away from me, his friend is gripping my thighs, tugging them apart. "Hello," Inoichi says, cooing at me like I'm a rabbit that's going to dash at the sign of trouble.

     "Hello," I say back, tilting my head back so I can look up at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch Shikaku feel me up or are you going to touch me too, Chief?" My eyes flutter down for a second, taking a peak at his growing hard-on before resting on his face.

     The Chief's face flashes for a second before he moves forward, sliding between my parted legs. I close them around him, his hip bones digging into the flesh of my thighs as I keep him in place.

     What the hell am I doing? I'm about to have a threesome, that's what I'm doing. I'm going to get poked and prodded at by the Nara Chief, again, and the Yamanaka Chief. How'd I end up here?

     Shikaku's lips brush down my back, trialing soft kisses down my spine as his hands crawl up my sides. "You look so pretty," he whispers into my skin, using his thumbs to rub circles against my rib cage. "Don't you think she looks pretty, Ino?"

     "Uh... ya," Inoichi mumbles, his eyes trailing across the curves and dips of my body now. His sights land on my chest where small blotches of pink and purple are decorating my skin because of the events of the week. "You leave hickeys like an amateur," he mutters to his friend, hands slowly moving forward to cup my breasts.

     His eyes jump up, the analysis, well, analyzing how I react to his touches. Inoichi's hands start gentle, groping at my boobs, gently squeezing them as his fingers dip into my skin. Soon, his hands aren't so gentle anymore. "H... hey," I whine, tugging a soft smile on the Chief's face as pinches my nipples. I swear, what is with these men and pinching me?

     "You're so soft," Inoichi praises, his head dipping toward me. His lips brush against mine in a testing kiss before clashing against me. When he twists my nipples, I let out an audible whine, the sound getting trapped in his mouth. "And so responsive," he continues to coo, pulling away and twisting again.

     "Don't do that. You're going to hurt her," Shikaku grumbles, sliding his hands under his friend's, effectively shoving Inoichi's hold off of my chest. "I didn't invite you to join so you could break my toy," he adds, his hands softly massaging my aching nipples.

     Chief rolls his eyes at his friend before his focus settles on me again. "Since Shika wants to baby you, let's try something else, okay Sweetheart?"

     "I'm not babying her," the Commander grumbles again, his kisses slowly making their way across my shoulders, beelining for my neck.

     Inoichi ignores his lifelong friend, rolling his eyes at him as he undoes his pants. Once he's free from his pants, the Chief rests his dick against my thigh, heat rolling off of him and warming up the spot he's softly grinding against.

     One of his hands clumsy finds my hair, balling it up in his grasp before tugging my head backward. That gets him another lecture about being gentle that he once again ignores. "I want your eyes to stay on me alright? Do you think you can do that?" He asks, his fingertips ghosting over my core, making my pussy ache for attention.

     "Yes Chief," I answer, shifting my hips forward in hopes of getting some of the attention I'm craving. I get what I want, two fingers dipped into me. My mouth falls open a bit and my eyes widen from the touch, a silent moan testing my lungs.

"Dear Lord," he mutters, eyes fluttering around my face as he sets a slow pace.

"I told you she was pretty," Shikaku peeps up, his hand falling to my pussy too, fingertips rubbing against my clit. His free hand jumps up, clinging to my throat and giving it a soft squeeze before climbing up to my face and cupping my cheeks. "Wider, Sweet Girl. Show Inoichi that sweet face you make when you want to suck my dick."

I do as I'm told, opening my mouth and letting my tongue slide out. Inoichi lets out a hissy breath, his fingers picking up their pace. His head dips down for a second, lips brushing against my ear as he talks. "Your face would be even prettier covered in my cum, do you know that?"

"Yes, Chief Yamanaka," I murmur, my mind going numb from the two men helping my orgasm build.

My answer gets me an approving hum. "Let's test our Shikaku's toy," he mumbles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. Inoichi's fingers are shoved into my mouth, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Be a 'sweet girl' and suck yourself off my fingers," he orders, mocking Shikaku's nickname for me. Again, I do as I'm told, sucking my juices of his fingers as my tongue rubs against them.

The Commander replaces his friend, three of his fingers thrusting into me as his thumb continues toying with my clit. I moan around Inoichi, my thighs pressed against him harder as my orgasm threatens to tip over. "No, you don't get to finish," he tells me, ripping his fingers out of my mouth before tugging Shikaku's touch from my pussy.

"Hey!" I pout, my hands shooting forward to grip his shirt. "That's not fair. You're being mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm just not spoiling you as Shikaku does. You'll survive," he tells me, the hand in my hair going gentle and massaging my scalp. The hand not in my hair grips his dick, lining it up to me. Inoichi tests the waters, poking his tip in and out of me two or three times. His hand tightens in my hair again as he pushes himself in me, slowly inching until the whole of him is stretching me out. "Be a good toy and watch," he orders, using his grip on my hair to move my sight down to our connection.

As Inoichi fucks me, Shikaku goes back to playing with my tits. He tugs on my nipples, making them ache before he lets go of them, so they bounce in the way he likes. He praises me too, like I've grown used to over the past couple of days. "You're doing so good, Sweet Girl. Look at you, taking Inoichi so well. I'm so proud of you! You're doing amazing. Do you hear me? Are you paying attention?"

"Yes... yes, Commander," I stumble out, my focus on his friend repeatedly disappearing into me.

The sight makes me clench, getting another hissed breath from Inoichi. "Damn it, if you keep doing that I'm... damn it, toy," he groans, snapping my head back up as his body weight leans against me, and in turn, I lean into Shikaku.

Inoichi's head hurries into my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin into my throat. "That hurts," I whine, my hands climbing up his shirt to grab hold of his long blonde hair. I pull on the strands, trying to get him to detach as the pain of his bite blossoms faster. "Chief Yamanaka. Let go," I continue to whine, tugging on his ponytail again as tears prickle my eyes.

He huffs but does release my skin from between his teeth. "You've turned her into a crybaby," Inoichi grumbles, causing a smile to form in Shikaku's kisses.

"Well, ya. I like it when she cries."

"Pervert," the Chief mumbles, kisses coating the bite mark I'm sure is present on my neck. "Are you on birth control, toy?"

"Yes, Chief," I mumble, loosening my hold on his hair but not letting it go.

     "That's a good girl. Good girl," he coos, his thrusts getting sloppy, quickly followed by the warmth of his cum filling me. Despite Inoichi finishing, he keeps pumping into me, shoving his semen deeper into me for another couple of thrusts. "Good... good girl," he mumbles again, resting against me, his soaked cock pressed into my thigh again, coating my skin with our mixed mess.

      "Good job. You did such a good job. You're so sweet," Shikaku coos, not-so-secretly trying to shove his friend off of me. Someone is impatient for their turn. "Are you going to be sweet for me too? I bet you are, I know you are," he continues, getting an eye roll from Inoichi.

     Hands from both of the men wander over me, groping at my chest, my legs, my hair, and my neck, as they switch places. Inoichi settles in the desk chair, a hand massaging my waist as the other leans my head back. "Keep your eyes on me again, okay?"

     "Yes, Chief." I think Inoichi likes being the center of attention.

     Shikaku settles on his knees, arms tucked under my legs as he litters my legs in kisses. "You're going to make her rotten if you keep spoiling her," Inoichi tells him, tugging me backward a bit.

     "So? You think she's too young for me, so what do you care?" Shikaku bites back, pulling me forward before dipping his head, set on going down on me despite his friend's mess still very present on and in me.

"Well, I can't bitch at you about it anymore," Inoichi grumbles, sinking his teeth into me again. This time he focuses on littering my shoulders with bite marks instead of my shoulder.

Shikaku starts on my thigh, licking up the mess left behind by the Yamanaka Chief before he switches to my pussy. "You'd taste a lot better with my cum leaking out of you," he mumbles, sliding his tongue through my folds before dipping into my hole. He laps at me, cleaning me out and occasionally teasing my clit.

"Commander," I whine, sliding my hands through the neatly laid out roots of his hair before colliding with his ponytail.

He hums in acknowledgment, eyes glancing up as he laps at me again, a long slow line being pressed into my pussy. "Commander," I call again, my orgasm building up.

Shikaku chuckles, pulling away from me and letting my orgasm clash away, not in a good way for once. "You heard Inoichi. You don't get to finish," he chuckles, plopping a kiss on my clit before softly sucking on it. "If you want to finish you have to wait for him to tell you so."

I pout as Shikaku climbs to his feet, the two older men chuckling as I squirm around. "I got to get going, I told Ino I'd met her for dinner," Inoichi murmurs, gripping my chest roughly as his fingers dig into my skin, threatening to decorate them with more bruises. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

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     I almost skip down the street in excitement, Shikaku and Inoichi in tow behind me. If I've learned one thing through messing with an older man, more so a chief, it's that he has deep pockets and an inability to tell me no. Hence, the sulky man and his retriever friend following me down the road to the bar.

     They insisted on inviting Choza. Probably not the best idea to invite my chief but he is their friend, so it is what it is. Plus, it means I had the opening to invite Shino to come drink too. Aside from Naruto, Shino is one of my closest friends, and unlike Naruto, he can handle his alcohol relatively well.

     My closeness to the polar opposites is also why they were brought up in my fight with Shikamaru. He always insisted that something must be going on between one of them and me. Talk about a guilty conscience, huh?

     "Shino!" I cheer when the moody shinobi falls into view. "Shino! Shino! Shino!" I continue, slamming him into a hug, a hmph coming from the man when his back collided with the wall.

     "Hello," he murmurs, hands tight around my forearms and pushing me backward. "You are rather cheery. If I had to guess, the reason being your habit of 'pre-gaming', yes?"

     "How'd you guess?" I ask, eyes flickering back to check Shikaku's and Inoichi's placement. I'm pleasantly surprised when they're right behind me.

     "Like I said, you're cheery. Plus you're wearing a skirt. You tend to need a little 'liquid courage' to feel confident enough to go out in one," Shino mumbles, one of his hands jumping up to shove his fingertips into the bite mark left behind by Inoichi yesterday. "I do not care about your... relations," he says, stressing the last word as his eyes flicker towards Shikaku. "But please respect yourself enough not to leave remedies of them behind. Just because your father was not appealing does not mean you're not appealing."

     "That was a very long way to say I have daddy issues," I tease, tugging away from Shino's touch in search of Shikaku's instead. I get what I want, an aware Commander sliding a hand around my hips and tugging me against him. "Shots, shots, sh-sh-sh-shots," I mutter to myself, letting Shikaku lead the small group of us four inside.

     The bar is buzzing with the usual Saturday night drinking feast. People dancing around, the overwhelming smell of liquor, and the even more overwhelming sound of loud music. Not really the drinking experience Shino and I go for most of the time. Oh well, it'll be a nice change of pace.

     The mane of red hair my chief has stands out in the crowd, making it easy to find him. Shikaku leads us that way, the two older men chatting with each other as Shino's head is spinning on over time. "I won't be staying long," he mutters, hand shooting forward to grip the collar of my shirt. Shikaku's eyes flicker to the side before he turns back to his conversation, fingertips dipping under my shirt to massage my hip bones.

     "You don't have to stay at all if you don't want to," I tell Shino, flipping my head backward to smile at him.

"Of course he does! What kind of party would it be without Shino?" Choji's voice rings out, his head out from around his father.

Chief Akimichi turns around, greeting his friends, and giving a view to the rest of the people present at the table. Sat at the table is his son, Choji. Along with Shikamaru and the blonde girl he's been seeing. Thank you, Lord, that Ino isn't here but screw you for making Shikamaru be here.

"Come sit down!" Choji calls, ushering Shino and me forward. Well, tonight is going to suck ass. Shikaku squeezes me a few times before letting me go. Reluctantly I move forward, Shino trailing behind me as I slide into a chair. "So..." Cho says, dragging out the word as he stirs whatever is in his cup. "You're fucking Shika's dad and he's fucking Temari. Are you going after all our dads? Are you going to fuck Inoichi next?"

Shino pushes an amused breath out of his nose as Choji chuckles at his joke. "I'm just kidding," He adds, courtesy of Shikamaru's glaring at him. "That would be crazy."

"Ya, so crazy," I mutter, a nervous laugh spilling out from me. Shikamaru shoots another glare, this time aimed at me followed by Shino glaring at the shadow boy.

My eyes jump around the group of people. A pissed-off Shikamaru, an overly amused with-the-situation Choji, an uncomfortable Temari, and an unamused Shino shooting me a look from across the table, great. Tonight is going to be amazing.

When my eyes settle on the group of older men, I calm down a bit. Inoichi is laughing his ass off as the chief is telling him something. Shikaku is nodding along to the conversation but his eyes are stuck on me. When our sights cross, he gives me a soft smile. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

Once chief Akimichi finishes talking, the small group joins us at the table. The chief settles in the chair next to his son, the other two men sliding into place on either side of me, making my face heat up and my hormones churn as memories of yesterday filter in and out of my mind.

Inoichi's hand gripping my knee before crawling up my leg doesn't help any, nor does Shikaku's hand sliding under my shirt, trialing up and down my lower spine.

"Anyway kiddo," chief Akimichi starts, his focus on me. "Despite the... mess, I'm happy Shikamaru and you could both move on," he tells me, his usual big cheesy smile on his face.

Shikamaru rolls his eyes, dropping an arm around his girl and pulling her closer before whispering in her ear. Shino catches on right away, another pointed look shot at my ex before he turns towards me. "You want to do shots right?" He asks, a rare smile on his face as he looks at me.

"You know it! Why? Are you going to do one with me?"

"I'm going to get a plater for the table so I guess so."

I jump around in my chair, clapping my hands in excitement. "Yay! Shino is going to get lit with me!"

"No, I'm not, but I'll stay for a little longer than I planned to." I let out another round of excitement, getting a kiss pressed behind my ear by Shikaku, another rare smile from Shino, and a squeeze to my thigh by Inoichi.

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Shino waves once more from the door of the bar, I wave in return before he slips out of it, officially leaving me with the three chiefs. After a couple of drinks, Temari and Shikamaru left, not before he made it obvious what their home plans were; another flat attempt to piss me off. Choji left a little while after so he 'could be as fresh as a daisy for his date with Karui'.

     "Just another drink or two and then we can go home too, Sweet Girl," Shikaku tells me, his fingertips dipping down my back, sliding under the waistband of my skirt to play with the band of my panties. He toys with it for a while before tugging on it, inching it up to tighten it against my body.

     I space out, enjoying the feeling of Shikaku messing with me and the soft circles Inoichi rubs into my inner thigh, the conversation between the three chiefs going in one ear and out the other. When Shikaku is done messing with me, his hand falls to my thigh, moving it to spread my legs apart further.

     My eyes flicker up, settling in his face as I try to figure out what he's doing. His eyes shift down, looking back at me as he taps his fingers against my skin. Soon, Shikaku's head dips down too, being pressed to my ear. "One, make a single sound and I'll make you scream all night. Two, if you want to cum you still need to ask Inoichi for permission."

     "Commander," I whine softly, gripping his wrist as his hand slides off my leg, softly running across my panties, and quickly stirring up arousal. "Commander," I call a little louder, trying to shake his hand to get his attention. He ignores me, adding a bit of pressure to the circles he's drawing on my panties.

     I try closing my legs, squeezing his hand between my thighs. Shikaku's head snaps towards me, a warning look shoot my way. "Knock your shit off," he grumbles dipping his head down again, brushing a kiss to my lips before his focus shifts to my ear again. "I'm being nice by being discreet. I could not be discreet. I could walk us through the bar and drag you into the bathroom so everyone knows what's going on. I could fuck you in the alleyway like the leftovers my son seems to think you are. Or, you could be a Sweet Girl and leave your legs open."

     Slowly I let my legs fall open and Shikaku jumps right back in. His finger pokes at my whole, pushing my panties in a bit before he rubs at my clit again. "Shikaku," I hiss, biting back a moan.

     "Do you want me to let you guys go? It seems that my little clan mate is tired," chief Akimichi teases, chuckling at his joke.

     "No, she’s just being a drag right now," Shikaku grumbles, fingertips sliding over my panties, toying with me even more before two of his fingers dip into me. "She'll stop complaining in a couple of minutes. Just ignore her." Inoichi glances at him, Shikaku's eyes dropping down, followed by his friend's.

     A smug smile appears on Inoichi's face as he turns back towards the conversation. His fingers slide towards my cunt too, wasting no time sliding under my panties. It takes a moment but the men find their pace. Shikaku's fingers dip in, then pull out, my emptiness lasting less than a second before Inoichi's dip into me, then thrust out to repeat the cycle.

     My legs jerk around as my orgasm builds, my needs building even more as Shikaku starts rubbing my clit again. "Chief Yamanaka," I whine, my hands clinging to his arm, tugging him down so I can whisper in his ear. "Please? I want to cum."

     "No," he mutters, sitting up straight again.

     My nails dig into his arm, trying to tug him down again but this time I don't get what I want. "Inoichi," I hiss, my orgasm building up weaker than I can stop it. "Come on."

     They both ignore me, their focus fully on continuing their dumb conversation with chief Akimichi about the crop intake this year. I keep tugging in his arm, squirming and whiney between muffled moans and tongue bites to try and get his attention again. "Stop ignoring me!" I whisper angrily, hands jumping up to tug on his hair.

     Shikaku's free hand shoots forward, taking hold of my wrists and pressing them against my stomach. "Sweet Girl," he coos, back to whispering in my ear. "Try that shit again and I'll bend your ass over the table and beat it until it hurts to sit." The threat does it for me, my pussy clenching around the fingers he thrusted into on his turn. "What a drag," he mutters, tearing his fingers out of me.

     Inoichi looks a bit confused before he thrusts his fingers into me again. My disobedience is rewarded with a soft glare before he rubs his fingers through my folds, scooping up my mess. His fingers slide under my shirt, rubbing my mess into my stomach. When Shikaku catches on he does the same thing.

     Once my mess is finished being rubbed into my stomach, Inoichi stands up from his chair, followed by Shikaku standing and tugging me up with him. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow," Inoichi says, goodbyes traded between all of us.

     Shikaku's hand falls to the waistband of my skirt again, toying with it as he leads me out of the bar. "Hey, toy," Inoichi mumbles, his hands grabbing my arms as we make our way through the crowded bar. "When we get back to the house, I'm going to punish you until you're crying for forgiveness," he whispers in my ear before letting me go. The thought makes me tingle, and the thought of me crying makes Shikaku's grip tighter. I’m sure his pants are just as tight thinning about my tearful babbling cries.

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[hwanggeum-ashi]

Anger Management

→Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

→Genre: Fluff,Angst,smut

→ Word count : 4431

→ Guess who's back from the dead, Lol Lol me. This was in my drafts for so long and it's raining today and I'm suddenly in the mood to post as if I don't have finals looming over my head lmao. Enjoy the ride!

You've known Taehyung long enough to know what habit, word, action pisses him off. It's in his twitch of an eyebrow, the slight click of his tongue and the ever prominent tick of his jaw, that tells you he's gonna lose it soon. And his blood is always boiling. He's never been the one to keep his anger at bay. Always getting in fights ever since he was young, coming back with bruises on his arms, a bloody nose or a busted lip.

And you've always been there to haul his ass back before any major damage could take place. You've always been a witness to his mom's scolding, countless grounding, lots of arguing and screaming and in the end, a strawberry cheesecake – a peace offering, one for him, because her baby had been hurt and one for you, because you had been his anchor all this time.

It was around the time when you were 8 and Taehyung was 9, when he got into fewer fights because your mom told him that you cried every time he got back with a new bruise. The following years went by fairly less fighting, as far as you know until puberty kicked in which ticked off his adrenaline to such a high, even you couldn't stop him. Still, you never stopped being his friend.

At 13, he broke his left arm, because he got into a fight with some seniors. He never told you the reason. At 15, he was suspended for a week for giving his classmate a bloody nose and he kinda deserved it. He was a major asshole to everyone. This gained Taehyung popularity points when he came back to school, only to fuel his ego more. At 16, he got into a biker gang but was found out fairly soon before he could do any more damage but the saddest part was

— He was sent to a boarding school.

And then, he came back a week before his 20th birthday.

And boy oh boy, did he grow up. He did not come in with so much of a hello, rather he climbed up the side of your wall, jumped, grabbed the sill of your window and slithered in like a ninja, settled himself on your bed and gave you a Cheshire cat grin. You, in your skimpy camisole and butt shorts, with a towel draped over your shoulder, hair falling out from your makeshift ponytail, dropped the mug you were holding and proceeded to scream.

Only, the scream never came as Taehyung's big, yes big ass hand covered your mouth. His other hand gripping your waist, holding you in place. Your wide eyes looked at him, then down at his hand, then again at him. When he felt you visibly relax, he let go of you slowly.

"you have big hands"

Taehyung only smirked at your reaction.

"You know what else is bi-"

"-what are you doing here? No. When did you get here?"

"why else? I came to meet my best friend"

"through the window?"

"through the window."

"glad to know we wasted money on adding a door."

He only laughed in response. His laugh. Oh how you missed his laugh. That boyish sound that reverberated through you. That boxy grin and closed eyes. You figured that questions can wait. For now you just wanted to hug your best friend and never let him go. And you did.

You pulled him in a bone crushing hug.

Literally.

Because he winced. You pulled back to take a look at his face. It was a mixture of guilt, pain and 'oops?'. And you knew. Another fight.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Just hug me" And you relaxed your hold on him and nestled in his arms, softer this time.

You both sprawled yourselves on the bed and you started badgering him with questions. He told you that he came back on Tuesday but he didn't go straight back home because he had to take care of some things.

Which things? He wouldn't tell you. You didn't ask further. He said that things went south and he was in a bit of a pinch. To which you responded with a poke to his side. He gasped. Yep, bruised rib.

"I wish you would stop getting into fights."

"Don't worry. I'm fine."

You scoffed but didn't dwell on it. Over the years, you've learned when to shut up around him and when to hand his ass to him. Now was the time for you to remain silent.

Despite his soft hold on you, his breathing was a little shallow, his eyes weren't as bright as they usually would be around you nor was his tone deprived of hidden anger. You knew whatever happened must’ve been big enough to piss him off this much, that even you can't reach him. And it was rare when you couldn't penetrate through his anger and calm him down.

So you decided to let it go and fall into peaceful slumber with his arms around you.

His birthday came and went by with a breeze. It was a blast to be honest. Despite his anger issues, Taehyung managed to make great friends, all of which were apparently in the same college, including you. It was crazy, like it's some sort of fanfiction or something.

Taehyung was majoring in music and dance, two of the things he loved ever since he was a kid. Jungkook and Jimin were with him too. By the time first semester finished Taehyung managed to lay low and got into almost zero fights, give or take a few heated arguments which Jimin was amazing enough to handle in his own angelic sort of way. Jimin was an angel. Period.

The start of second semester seemed promising, Taehyung was no longer fighting, he scored well,was fairly popular in college, teachers and students loved him alike despite his anger management issues, his parents were happy. You were happy. But there was a nagging feeling at the back of your mind.

Things were going too smoothly.

That is until Friday night rolled up and in came a very, very angry Taehyung with bloody knuckles and ripped white shirt smeared with blotches of blood. You liked that shirt.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you into your room and shut the door with a loud bang. It was a good thing your parents went to dinner at Kim's which you and Taehyung were supposed to go too but Taehyung had meticulously lied about you two having tons of assignments to do while you got a single text from him that had you stuck in the place for two seconds.

"Do not leave your house."

Silence in the room was heavy. Taehyung had his back towards you, hands settled on his hip, head thrown back, eyes closed and his brows twisted in a deep frown. Taehyung was breathing hard. His hands were shaking. You knew he was controlling his anger. But why was he here? He never came to you when he was about to blow up. Something about not controlling himself or whatever he said made you stop meeting him when he was this way. So why was he here now?

"Taeh-"

"Shut up."

It was barely a whisper but you caught it. You decided to take a risk.

"what is-"

"I said- he turned to you quickly, eyes burning with rage."- SHUT UP!"

You jumped on the spot, watching him with wide eyes. But Taehyung wasn't looking at you.

He couldn't look past his blinding rage and edged closer towards you in two long strides. He had a death grip on your forearms. His finger digging in your bare flesh. You winced at the pain.

"Taehyung, you're hurting me." Eyes closing in response.

"Look at me. LOOK AT ME!"

You looked up at him from underneath your lashes and you were taken aback by the sight in front of you. His face was red with anger. His eyes were different shade of dark, not lust filled dark or mischievous dark but dark as in they were dead set to murder.

You shivered under his gaze. His jaw was set and you wondered if his teeth were hurting. His lips were all chapped but still red and you only hoped it wasn't blood.

"I- I don't know what I'll do. So just-"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath

"-so just stop."

You two stayed this way for god knows how long and you felt his grip getting lighter on your arms. There was a deep red bruise on both of them which didn't go unnoticed by him. He let out a deep sigh and rested his head on your shoulder, in the crook of your neck. His forehead was hot on your skin.

"Fuck you look hot like that."

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion and turn your head slightly only to be met by his heady fragrance from his hair.

Fighting or not, Taehyung always managed to smell good. It made you sway. Without thinking, you brought up your hand and tangled them in his hair. You felt his body stiffen and just like that you were out of your trance and drew your hand back at the speed of the lightning.

Taehyung pushed himself off of you and grabbed your wrist tightly. He wasn't looking at you though.

"Don't stop"

His tone was still sharp and something told you that if you were to disobey, it wouldn't end up well with you. So you brought your hand back and massaged his scalp. He seemed to relax in your touch. But you made a fatal mistake by asking him.

"what happened?"

He drew back from you so quickly, almost knocking you over and gave you a death glare.

"Who said you could ask?"

His voice was cold and calm but he himself was seeing red.

"why can't you just stay quiet and let me be"

"you're the one who came to me."

You muttered under your breath, getting annoyed by the second.

"what?! What was that?"

When you refused to speak he asked you again with a loud voice which made your heart thump against your chest.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"I SAID YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAME TO ME!"

"Is that it? I can't come to meet you now?"

he raked his hand through his hair, messing them up even more and huffed. Shit he was beyond pissed.

"I can't come to meet my FUCKING BEST FRIEND?!"

"Best friends are supposed to know what's going on with each other."

You tried to keep your voice as level as you could but there was a slight tremor.

Taehyung pressed the palms into his eyes, he was controlling. He was trying not hard not to burst but you've had enough of his mysterious escapades. You had to know.

"What did you do Taehyung? Why are you covered in blood? Is it your bl-"

In a swift moment, Taehyung came up to you and grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks, making you instantly shut up.

"You’re so fucking annoying"

With that his lips were on you.

The kiss was unexpected but hot. Your body was on fire. His other hand snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. He parted your lips with his and went for a deeper kiss. You were burning. Your hands were limp at your side. Your head, full with his strong arms around you, his smell and most importantly his hot tongue inside your mouth. You were out of breath.

Feeling you losing oxygen, he let go of you so abruptly that you stumbled a bit, already in a daze. Your lips were swollen, breathing heavy. You looked up at him only to find him scowling at you.

"I need to fuck you right now or I'll lose it."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Did you hear this right?

What did he say?

What did he just say???

"What?"

"You heard that right. I want to fuck you."

When you didn't respond, he edged closer and closer to you until your back touched the wall.

"Can I fuck you?"

"I- what?- you-"

You were a stuttering mess. You couldn't believe the words that came out of your best friend.

Did you find him hot? Yes.

Have you ever had wet dreams about him? Yes.

Did you find him undeniably hot when he was angry? Yes.

Were you willing to take this step? Blank.

"It’s a simple yes or no question. Can I fuck you?"

You don't know whether it was his scent or his lips or the way that his hands touched you at the sides or the way he looked at you, you breathed out a 'yes'.

In an instant his lips were on yours again. This time it was more rough, more passionate, more raw. You melted into the kiss, your knees buckled slightly and if it wasn't for his arms holding you in a vice-like grip, you would've sunk to the ground.

You wrapped your arms around his neck for leverage and pulled him closer. One of his hands rested on the wall behind you as he pressed further into you. Your heart was beating against your chest so much it was hard to breathe. You felt a tap on your thighs, signalling you to jump and wrap your legs around him.

You felt glad that you wore shorts today. Taehyung hoisted you up on his hips like you weighed nothing and threw you on the bed rather harshly. He ripped your shorts and shirt in a frenzy, it took you a moment to comprehend what had just happened. You brought your hands to cover your bare breasts but he slapped them away and pinned them to your sides.

"Don't you dare hide from me."

You whimpered in response, eyeing him with glassy eyes

"Now that's the look I love."

Pinning your hands above your head, he proceeded to kiss down your neck, sucking at various places, marking you, painting you in red purple. His lips trailed down to the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach, just above your hip line.

He let go of your wrists but you didn't dare move them. Something in you felt like if you would move so much as even an inch, you’d be a goner. He massaged your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples until you were breathing harder.

His hand travelled down without warning and rubbed your clothed sex making you moan out loud for the first time in the night. He motioned his fingers up and down your slit earning moans after moans from you. Your hands grabbed everything they could- bedsheet, pillow, his hair, his shirt. You tried your hardest not to buck your hips into his hand. He wanted you to beg.

Then his hands stopped and you let out a whine only to be shut up with a fiery kiss. It was probably at that moment, he got rid of the last piece of clothing and you were totally naked in front of him. You looked at him with hooded eyes, pleading with him to touch you. But he was just hovering above you, not moving an inch.

"Say it."

You closed your eyes and bucked your hips upwards, whining in the process. Something snapped inside Taehyung, he grabbed your waist and forcefully pushed it down making you gasp. He lent forward, close enough that you felt his breath on you. His whole body weight was crushing you. Fingers dug at your sides as you closed your eyes to drown the pain.

"Don't make me more angry than I already am. Say the damn words."

His voice was cold, devoid of emotion and yet it sent chills down your spine. You breathed out the words, hoping he'd hear because he was weighing you down so much you couldn't move an inch.

"Please.. Please fuck me."

"Now that wasn't so tough was it?"

Taehyung got off of you and you sucked in a long breath only for it to hitch at your throat because Taehyung's fingers found their way into your sopping cunt.

He slid his fingers up and down your slit, circling at the sides but not touching where you needed him. You wanted to bring your hands down to touch yourself but willed yourself not to because you knew you'd be in a lot of trouble. Instead, you buried your face in the pillow. With his free hand Taehyung grabbed your face and tilted it upwards.

"Look at me when I'm fucking you."

Your eyes were filled with tears of frustration. One stray tear slipped down your face. Taehyung bent forward and licked it, making you shudder. His other hand never stopped working up and down your slit. Occasionally he'd prod a single finger at your entrance but drew away quickly. It made more tears spill down your face.

"It’s sick that even your tears are delicious to me. I’m going to have to drive you so crazy whenever I fuck you so that you’ll always be on the brink of tears."

"Please…"

You managed to cry out. Without a warning Taehyung flicked his finger on your clit making you throw your head back and cry out. He did it again and again and again until it hurt from the direct hit. You were whimpering. Finally, he dipped two fingers inside you so deep and curled them. You let out a heavy sigh, head lolling to your side.

He picked up a fast pace, making his fingers curl every time he reached deeper. His thumb circled your clit and you don't know for how long you had been screaming his name. Your walls tightened around his fingers, a familiar knot in your stomach. Just a little more and you'd come undone. But then he retracted his fingers.

You let out a loud whine but was instantly put in place when Taehyung fixed you with a death glare. He removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere across the room. His belt was next to go. He was about to throw it away but then an idea struck his mind. He tied your hands above your head to the head post with the help of his belt. The leather felt cool around your skin. You were hot all over.

He freed himself of his jeans and boxers and crawled towards you, kissing your stomach, going down to your sex. When he licked a stripe, your eyes rolled back into your head, fingers gripped the belt and toes curled. You involuntarily pushed your hips upwards but Taehyung held them in place and proceeded to give you kitten licks.

Your impending orgasm was brought back to surface so quickly. You needed release and you needed it now. He sucked at your nub and you saw white all over. Taehyung stopped.

"Did you just cum? Without my permission?"

You froze. You did not wish for it to happen. You had it under control but you lost it. God you were fucked. So utterly, devastatingly fucked. A slap at your cunt made you jump but your throat was dry. God, you were shivering and so damn terrified. Luckily, for you Taehyung settled for no answer.

He gave your pussy a few slaps and you were reeling in aftershocks of your orgasm. He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster. You were so sensitive, you didn't know if you wanted to push him away or keep him in the place. Feeling your orgasm approaching again, he stopped again. But you caught yourself from complaining. You didn't want to piss him off more than you already did. He grabbed your face again and whispered in your ear. "You come, when I tell you to come."

Taehyung gave his dick a few calculative pumps and smacked it across your pussy. You were looking at him with pleading eyes, begging him to stop this torture. Taehyung clicked his tongue at you and pushed himself to a hilt with a single thrust. Both of you sighed at the feeling.

Not giving you any time to adjust, he started at an insanely fast pace. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your moans that eventually turned into screams. Taehyung switched paces from excruciatingly slow to hip breaking fast. His fingers left more bruises at your sides. He placed one of his hands on your stomach and almost pulled out all of his length. He thrusted in slowly, watching him disappear inside of you and curled himself up so that he could feel himself in your stomach. You almost lost your voice by screaming out so loud.

Taehyung stilled.

You were going to cry.

Taehyung was looking at you with murder in his eyes. Panic overcame you.

What did you do??

What did you do????

Taehyung was so still, it hurt. You wanted him to move. Now. You were gasping so hard, possibly hyperventilating. And you cried.

"Taehyung.. Please move.. Oh god, please move. I'll do anything! Please Tae, please please. Just move!"

You managed to shout out the words between your sobs. He was a sadist. A true sadist. Having fun watching you crying, making a mess of yourself. You gripped at the belt tighter but dared not move your hips even though every cell in your body screamed. You were full on sobbing now, pleading with him.

"Hurts doesn't it?"

You gave him a weak nod.

"Then you should've kept your voice down."

He whispered against your ear.

"Tae… Please.."

You pleaded one last time, strain evident in your shaky voice.

And Taehyung did move.

And it damn near broke you.

He started at such a fast pace, you saw stars. He pistoned in and out of you, your wetness making him easier to dive in deeper and deeper. You were a total mess. You were crying, moaning, screaming, you don't know. All you knew was that in that moment, you needed to touch him or else you were going to die.

Maybe you're a masochist, because you risked it again and you cried out.

"I want to touch you please…"

Tears were now stained all over your face and fresh ones were already forming. And maybe, just maybe Taehyung took pity on you or maybe he wanted to feel your touch too, he freed your hands. And boy did they hurt. You instantly wrapped them around his back. Taehyung had taken to a relatively slower yet still harder pace. You held onto him for dear life and cried in the nook of his neck.

You felt your stomach coiling in a tight knot again. The feeling was there again. You vaguely remember begging not to stop when your orgasm washed over you. The intensity of it made your thighs spasm. Your fingernails left angry red marks all over his back as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You felt his pace falter. He was close too. Still not recovered from your orgasm and the overstimulation his cock caused made you cling onto him even tighter. And then he spilled inside you. White, hot painted your walls and you both sighed in unison.

Taehyung flopped down on you, you still had your arms wrapped around his shoulder. As soon as he caught his breath, he felt you silently crying. He stroked your hair.

"I'm sorry. You did so well. I'm sorry"

Your grip on him loosened and you looked at his face. He had a worried smile on his face. Your own face is red with tears and anger and post orgasm.

"God! I hate you."

You said softly.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry."

He hugged you once more.

You were both now lying on the bed facing each other. His eyes were closed. His face was no longer frowning. He was no longer angry. Whereas, your face showed 50 shades of tiredness.He looked so beautiful. So peaceful. You lazily traced your fingers on his lips and touched his nose softly. He smiled at your touch, eyes still closed. You smiled too. You inched closer and traced your thumb once again, against his lips and tapped. He opened his eyes at that.

"When you were 8,- Taehyung started. “-some boy said that your frock looked ugly. But it wasn't ugly, your mom made it for your birthday. It made me so angry, I punched him. He punched me back"

Taehyung laughed at the memory and turned on his back. You nestled against his side and placed your head on his chest, sensing that it's gonna be a long story and you'll finally know the truth.

"On Valentine's day, back in 6th, some guy from 7th grade was going to give you chocolates he picked up from the bin because Yu Jin- you remember Yu Jin?"

You gave a nod.

"Because she told him to."

"She hated me"

"When I found out, I kicked him. We got into a fight and he slammed my arm against the desk"

You softly traced your fingers across his arm as a way of saying sorry and urged him to continue.

"I never joined that biker gang. They were talking about this girl, saying how her body was fuckable and how they wanted–no, how they need to have her.”

You felt Taehyung’s heartbeat quicken so you placed a small kiss on his chest in attempts to calm him down.

“They were talking about you. I wanted to murder every single one of them. But I was weak. So I crashed their leader's bike. Which got me into a whole lot of trouble and then-

“Got sent to boarding school."

"Yep, straight to boarding school."

"You were so stupid and reckless."

You both laughed softly.

"And today? Why were you covered in blood? I got so scared you know?"

You brought his hands to kiss each of his burst knuckles.

"I found that biker gang again. They spewed shit. And I'm not so weak anymore. So I punched him. Again and again until he was bleeding, crying, begging-"

You placed your hand on his chest, calming him down again. Then you brought it up to touch his cheek and make him look into your eyes.

"I don't want you to fight again. Promise me."

He closed his eyes and exhaled as if it was physically paining him to make that promise. Then he opened his eyes and grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, planting a soft kiss.

"I promise."

#bts #kim taehyung #bts kim taehyung #taehyung #thv #v #btsv #bts fluff #bts imagine #bts taehyung #bts fics #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts angst #Taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #taehyung imagine #Taehyung angst #Taehyung smut #kth #taehyung drabble #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fanfiction

[fluffyskies]

Hello there! I was just finishing BNHA until season 3 and I remember a scene where bakugou getting kidnapped by League of Villains, and I was wondering if you would write about Bakugou getting tickled by League of Villains (because he is always grumpy? + LOV are my fav character especially shigaraki dabi twice & compass) It'll be fun >,<

Oh wow....that's a lot of requests for this! Lmao you guys really want Bakugou to suffer XD. Okie dokie you guys got it 👌

"D-dohon't touch mehe!!"

Lee Bakugou Lers League of Villains

It was dark and quiet. Bakugou awoke from being knocked out, his senses coming back to him.

"Uggghh..." Where the hell am I? The captured hero tried to survey his surroundings but the thing was he couldn't see a thing. It appears that he was blind folded, so he tried to move but his body felt stiff. Moving his arms and legs but they wouldn't move they were tied down as well.

Shit what's going on! Feeling desperate Bakugou began rocking in the chair hoping to get free from the restraints but just then...

"Hey now that won't do you any good" the first voice said.

"Huh!? Who are you! And where the fuck am I!!" Bakugou shouted.

"Whoa hey calm down!" the second voice said.

"Hell no!!!"

"Hm, I do say he is a feisty one, So why did we kidnap this one?" the third voice said. Deep chuckles where heard.

"Well we've seen him fight...and he is very strong" the first voice said.

"That's fucking right I am!!?" Bakugou confirmed.

"Hey! It's not nice to boast about it ya'know!" the second voice whined.

"Pfft! Well I'm the best! Probably way better than you idiots!!!" Bakugou bragged.

"Tsk" the second voice shook their head. And went over to the tied up blonde and rested his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey! Don't touch me!?" Bakugou growled. The second voice chuckled and just kept their hand there. "I'm warning you!? If you don-"

"Ghk!?" Bakugou made a strangled noise when he felt a sudden poke to his side.

"..."

"Hey~ what was that?" the second voice obviously intrigued buy the reaction. Though Bakugou didn't say a word because he was sure his face was bright pink.

"Well I guess we can answer your first question then, we are the League of Villains" said Shigaraki.

The League of Villains...That rang a bell in Bakugou's mind.

"!?"

"You!? You better get me out this so I can kick your asses!!!" Bakugou spat.

"I don't think so, I've noticed a weakness of yours. That might be able to control you so you can't fight back" Mr. Compress explained.

"Oh yeah? What's that know it all?" Bakugou shot back.

"Your ticklish" you could hear the grin as he spoke and you better know that Bakugou heard it.

"Don't touch me-!?"

"Don't Touch Me!!!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY VILLAI-!?"

"Tickle~ tickle~ tickle~!" Twice sang as he wiggled his fingers on his sides.

"D-dohon't tohohuhuch meheheee!!"

"Awwe! Look how giggly you are not threatening at all! I never knew a hero could be so ticklish!" Twice teased.

"Shihihihit!! Stahahap!!!" the poor hero giggled. And if it couldn't get any worse the wiggly fingers traveled higher to his ribs.

"N-nahahaha!! Nohohot thehehehere!" Bakugou's laughter intensified as he stuggled in hopes of breaking free of the tickles.

"Hmm...go a bit higher" Mr. Compress instructed. And Twice nodded and went up higher close to Bakugou's underarms.

"Waihihihit!!! SHIHIHIHIT FUHUHUCK! NOHOHOT THEHERE GODDAHAMIHIT!!" poor Bakugou shrieked with laughter like it rocked out of him with such force.

"Bad spot~?" cooed Twice. Bakugou cursed the fact that the third guy is so stupidly accurate that it's scary.

"SHUHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR MAHOHOHOUTH!!!?!" the blonde cackled.

"So...are you going to obey me and listen?" Shigaraki spoke finally.

"HEHEHEHELL AHAHAS IHIHIF I'D LIHIHISTEN TOHO YOHOU!?" Bakugou shouted through his laughter with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Alright then....it appears you might need more convincing" Shigaraki chuckled.

Ah hi! It's been a while.... Anyway you made it to the end UwU. I am back for now and I'm writing more again. You could say that I was on haitus or a break also I have exams soon so-. But anyway I haven't wrote in a while so I hope you enjoyed this, I was surprised that many of you wanted this owo. Have a good day! :D

#My hero academia #Mha #Katsuki Bakugou #Lee Bakugou! #Ler League of Villains! #Ler Shigaraki #Ler Twice #Ler Mr. Compress #Tickling #Fanfiction #Hope you anons enjoy also sorry it took some time to get it out qwq #Skye writes #Skye posts

[awkwardtickleetoo]

100 Follower Special!!

hello lovely people!!

I wanted to say a huge thank you for 100 followers!! that may not seem like a crazy number to a lot of people but it is still pretty wild that that many people think my writing is cool enough to want to follow :)) it's honestly an honor to be part of this community and be welcomed as much as I have been

so (as most of you probably could guess), here's how this game works, explained below the cut:

further down there is a list of one HUNDRED prompts, compiled from a bunch of different posts (all credited and linked below as well of course) and a couple from my own brain. you can request whatever pairing/group/combo of people you want, with whatever number(s) of prompts you want and I will do my best to give you a short little ficlet that will fulfill the request!

obviously, there are a few rules: mcyt/other streamers only (it's just what I'm comfortable writing rn), NO nsfw, and nothing that would cross any involved cc's boundaries. also, try to keep everything platonic unless you have a very specific request or you KNOW the cc's involved are explicitly okay with what you're asking.

if there are any other complications with any requests, I can't think of what they would be off hand, but I will explain them if the time comes

without further adieu, let's bring in the prompt list & creds!

prompts 1-26, 27-50, and 51-74 from these three posts by @tickly-trashcan (in the order they're written from)

prompts 75-84 from this post by @artymiswritesfics

prompts 85-97 from this post by @aggiesgiggle

last few (provided I organized them right lmao) are just from my head

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“What are you gonna do about it?”

“You’re totally asking for it.”

"Let me go!”

“I’m not ticklish!”

“Your laugh is so cute!”

“I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in…”

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

“If you give it back I might stop tickling you.”

“I wonder how long you can go without laughing?”

“How bad does this tickle on a scale of 1-10?”

"Don't do that!"

“That was quite a reaction.”

“What are we, five years old now?”

“Time to find out just how ticklish you are.”

“Put the book down and pay attention to me!”

“I’m gonna tickle you until you cry.”

“You better apologize for doing that.”

“I’ll make you sorry.”

“Do you want a massage?”

“It’s time for some revenge.”

“This is not what we agreed on!”

“I guess I’ll have to tickle it out of you.”

“What happens if I tickle you… here?”

“You scared me!”

“You look so cute in that!”

“I love seeing you laugh.”

“If you’re not ticklish then why are you laughing?”

“Stop! I’m ticklish!”

“Keep your arms up!”

“Don’t make me tickle you awake…”

“Uh oh, looks like someone’s ticklish~”

“Did I find a good spot?”

“Don’t tell me I found another tickle spot.”

“All you need to do is ask.”

“Are you…blushing?”

“I can’t say it!”

“Mind if I count your ribs?”

“Oh, you’re so gonna get it.”

“Was that a giggle I heard?”

“Smile for me!” / “Laugh for me!”

“I promise I won’t tickle you.”

“Let’s play a game!”

“Pretty please?”

“Aww, does this tickle?”

“I can’t understand what you’re saying!”

“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

"Stop poking me!”

“There’s no escape!”

“If you tickle me I cannot guarantee your safety.”

“Bold words from someone within tickling distance.”

"I really want to tickle you right now.”

“What? I’m not even doing anything!”

“Make me.”

“You’re too clingy, stop it.”

“Are you ticklish here, too?” / “Oh wow, you’re super ticklish here!”

“Wait, that tickles!… I didn’t say stop…”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you like this.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Not there!” / “Anywhere but there.” / “Anything but that.” (any variation of this idea)

“I suggest you run.”

“Is this a giggle button?”

“Stop covering your face.”

“Wait, you’re ticklish?!”

“Why are you in that position?”

“Oh come on, it doesn’t tickle that bad.”

“Stop kissing me there, it tickles!”

“Why are you giggling?”

“Did you just snort?”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ll give you five seconds to escape.”

“Here comes the tickle monster!”

“I’m too tired for this.”

“Sorry, I forgot how ticklish you are.”

“Can you… tickle me?"

“I didn't say to stop.”

“I want attention.”

“Wake up.”

“It's embarrassing!”

“Did I hurt you?”

“I don't trust you.”

“You deserve this."

“You’re cheating!”

“I hate you!”

“Ten… nine… eight…”

“No, no. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Stop moving!”

“I see you smiling”

“Not there? What about here?”

“It’s gonna happen, and you know it.”

“Did that tickle you?”

“I didn’t giggle.”

“How didn’t I know that!?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Why that expression?”

“Can I play with your hair?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Aww, you’re now a giggly mess!”

"Since when were you this ticklish?"

"I think someone's lying."

"That's not fair!"

BONUS! Free space! Come up with your own sentence starter :)

once again, thank you guys so much for being so lovely :)) I'm glad you're all along for the ride <3

#tickle prompts #100 followers event tag #im very excited to see what people come up with :)) #maybe ill bring this back around for every milestone #or something like that #who knows #cals writing

[amitlee]

Hi, love your writing sm omg! Ugh so can I request number 17 with Ler!Wilbur and what ever Lee you want please I can't decide lmao :)

I feel like I'm ordering food omg I've never done this before tbh

Have a nice day/night :)))

Sweet like Cookies

Summary: Will “scooping Tommy up in a hug and tickling him just coz he was looking cute (all platonic).” According to @fluffallamaful ;)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! It’s pretty fluffy but there are some intense tickles in it.

This is all platonic!

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Many people would say that having Tommy as a brother would be annoying. Having to grow up with him while he learns right from wrong. Knowing he has the special favoritism that comes with being the youngest child. Begrudgingly having to accept that the gremlin phase wasn’t a phase at all.

But Wilbur would have to disagree. Sure Tommy could be a prick, but it was all a facade. A silly show he put on for the outside world to see. And sometimes, the facade would leak into private times and he could be slightly unbearable. But the kid had his moments.

Take right now for example. Tommy was in the kitchen humming various songs while he baked. He was baking cookies from scratch and had made a mess, he had flour in his hair and god knows what was on the apron loosely tied around his waist.

Will was behind the boy, unbeknownst to him, and was about to comment on the state of the kitchen. He took in a breath and began to speak, “You do realize you’re going to be the one cleaning this up, right?”

Tommy swiftly turned around having been startled by the unexpected voice. Once he realized who it was, he simply turned back to what he was doing. “I’m sure if I leave it for long enough someone else will do it.” He jokingly replied.

Wilbur hummed. “What are you making anyways?” He questioned.

“Well-“ Tommy started, slightly embarrassed of what he was about to admit. “We’ve all been working really hard so I wanted to bake cookies and then we could all decorate them together. Or we could just eat them, I know you guys are busy and I don’t want to make you fall behind.” His rambling trailed off as he turned to face Wilbur, who had an adoring expression on his face.

“Awwww, Tommy!” Will said in a high pitched voice, closing the distance between himself and the boy and scooping him up in a hug. “That would be wonderful Tommy, I’m sure everyone will like it.”

Tommy jokingly grumbled at being fawned over. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Let me go, dickhead.” There was the facade.

Wilbur simply tightened his grip and rested his head on Tommy’s. “I’ll think about it later.”

“Wilburrrrr.” Tommy whined. He began squirming as an attempt to get out of the bear hug he was currently trapped in but fell still as an exaggerated gasp was heard.

“Nuh uh, none of that. It’s against the rules.” Wilbur responded to the attempt at freedom.

“What rules?” Tommy questioned, ignoring what he said and continuing to try and escape.

Will let out a laugh, “The rules, my rules.” He made his ‘rules’ up off the top of his head whenever it benefited him.

“I don’t have to follow any of your dumb rules and you can’t make me!” Tommy said matter-of-factly.

“Can too!” Wilbur replied in the typical older sibling tone before dropping his hands to Tommy’s sides and sporadically squeezing. He watched Tommy try to fold in on himself and hold in any noises that may slip out.

“Come on Toms, just let it out. I know it tickles~” Will drug out the last word dramatically. He was going to be nice, but since Tommy wanted to be stubborn, he decided he would try and make him as flustered as possible.

“It d-doesn’t.” Tommy answered through gritted teeth. He was thankful he wasn’t facing Will, as he couldn’t hold back a large smile.

“No? Well I guess that what happens when you grow up, things change. Don’t worry, we can find all the ways to make it tickle again, how about that?” Will was relentless with his words, his voice was lower than normal but still light in tone.

The hands shifted to pinch at Tommy’s lower ribs instead. This produced a yelp, but nothing more.

Will was very surprised at the willpower Tommy had, usually the boy broke within seconds. But this only spurred Wilbur to try harder.

“So close. You know you can’t hold on forever Tommy, and once you break-“ Will let out a chuckle of his own, “-well, let’s just say I think I’ll have to make up for all this lost laughter.”

Tommy shook his head in his hands, now having to cover his mouth. The promise of being tickled even more caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach and his face to turn hotter. He pondered if he should break now to try and save himself a little, but ultimately remained silent after consideration.

“Not answering is rude Tommy, are you scared that you won’t be able to hold out much longer? We both know the second I go just a little higher that you’ll break. Why not let it all out now? Maybe I’ll spare you a little.” Will pointed out the obvious and gave the boy false hope. At this point, sparing him would be going in for the kill rather than stopping.

Tommy shook his head again and composed himself enough to let out a single word, “Liar.” He said just before having to lightly bite down on his lip to keep from bursting into giggles.

“What did you say?” Wilbur asked incredulously, stilling his hands.

Once said, Tommy just shook his head.

“I think you just called me a liar. Actually, I know you just called me a liar!” Will formed both hands into claws, letting the tips of his fingers and dull nails rest on the sides of Tommy’s lower ribs. They began a steady climb up, wiggling and scratching lightly.

Small titters came flowing out of Tommy’s mouth, soon developing into laughter as Will approached his upper ribs. “Wihihill, plehehease. Look yohohou got mehehe! You wihihin!” Tommy tried to bargain.

Will paused just before his hand reached their destination. “Oh I know I won. But you’re missing something Tommy. Since I won,” He paused and leaned to whisper into the boy’s ear, “-that means you lose.” He dug his fingers into Tommy’s underarms, a well known death spot. His touches were hard but growing up in this family, he knew how to not cause discomfort, just make it tickle like hell.

And tickle like hell it did. Which honestly was a relief for Tommy. After holding back his laughter for so long it felt nice to let loose.

“WIHIHILL PLEhehehease! It tiHiHIHIhickles!” He yelped out. Tommy had always been the type to talk every chance he got, including while being tickled.

“Really? What tickles more, this?” He referred to the current treatment. “Or this?” He lightened the touch on one hand, keeping the other digging into the sensitive spot. The contrasting feelings switched sides at random to keep Tommy guessing.

Tommy took in a breath too fast as in turn, snorted. His blush darkened, knowing Will would coo over it. “WIHIHILL PLEHEHEASE!”

“Awww that was so cute! You should do it again some time. Please what? Tickle you more? Well okay, if you insist!”

“NOHOHO! STOHOHAHAP!” His arms were practically glued to his sides at this point.

Will didn’t stop, but he did slow down quite a bit to give the boy a break. “Hmmm, I think you’ve still got some giggles in you. I’ll tell you what though. If you really are tired we can stop, but if not, we can go for a few more minutes and I’ll go out with a bang. You tell me what you want, boss man.” He offered, still having his brother in a constant state of light giggles.

“I mehehean, I guess yohohou can kehehep going. Just sohohomewhere ehehelse please.” That was as close to asking as Tommy got, and Wilbur was nothing but proud.

The older smiled, “Fine by me.” He moved his hands back down to his sides. “We’ve already gotten these.” He quickly scribbled both sides. “I want to save these for last.” He squeezed both hips, laughing at the high pitched noise Tommy made. “So, I think that leaves this.” He rested a hand on Tommy’s stomach.

“I guehehess.” Tommy giggles out.

Wilbur made quick work of the spot. He kept gentle, knowing that Tommy would need his strength for the sweet spot that was his hips. He spidered over the boy’s stomach, scratched at the sides of the spot, poked around, and even played a game of Round the Garden like a Teddy Bear. Tommy was giggling like a little kid the entire time.

As promised, Wilbur moved onto the next spot. His hips. Tommy was slightly nervous but knew Will wouldn’t take it too far, he was more so excited than anything.

“Ready?” Will teasingly asked, his hands poised over the spot.

Tommy nodded before hiding his face back in his hands. However, his hands came flying down once Will started gently drilling right beside the bone. “WIHIHILL! IHIHITS SOHOhoho bahahad!”

“You’re taking it so well though!” Wilbur reassured. After a few moments, he switched to lightly squeezing the muscle just above the hip bone that contacted it to his side.

Tommy folded in on himself again, it was a completely unfair spot to target in his opinion, but it’s not like he hated it. His laughter began to grow squeakier and Will took it as his que to stop.

Wilbur kept his arms around Tommy to make sure he wouldn’t fall as he regained his composure. When he walked into the kitchen, he hadn’t planned to completely wreck his brother, but plans change.

After Tommy recovered and proper aftercare was received, consisting of lots of praises and a very long, comforting hug, Will stayed with Tommy while he finished making the cookies. When they were in the oven, both boys went to the living room and put on none other than Disney Pixar’s Up.

Later that night, Tommy handed Will a cookie decorated with a single blue feather. A promise for revenge.

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Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you guys enjoyed it!💕

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!will #ler!wilbur #dsmpticklefic #dreamsmptickle

[someone1348]

This is for my lovely best friend who was kind enough to write me a fic! Here's yours! @sleepy--anon i hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Sapnap, Lee!Quackity

(Karlnapity romance so if you dont like that dont read it!)

Tw: like the smallest bit of angst (jealousy) pretty much! Thats it though it's soft! For the most part! And mild cursing!

Plot: While Karl is out on a "business trip" (time travel stuff) he leaves his other two husband's alone and well lets just say it was an eventful evening to say the least

With all that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Jealousy

Tickle fights and Tickling in general was almost an everyday occurrence in the Karlnapity household. It pretty much was second nature to the three.

With that comes ler moods and lee moods poping up left and right. Typically between the three Sapnap was ler the most, followed by Quackity with Karl most of the time being lee, nothing bad of course, they loved the dynamic of everything from this specific thing to how their relationship worked. They were happy and that's all that mattered.

The days went on as they normally do.

"EE! SAHahap! StahAhap!" Karl would twist around from Sap's evil fingers pushing at the boy's hands, giggling freely as quackity watched smiling a bit as his two husband's went on to do what they do.

It was always like this for the most part. While he was getting a snack,

"No pLEase!! Hehe" Karl's beautiful laugh could be heard from the other room.

While cuddling, sap would run his fingers over the time traveler's stomach sending sweet giggles to flow out of their husband's mouth.

Even in the store one time Sapnap poked at Karl's sides. Of course Quackity would join in sometimes to tickle his favorite lee (leaning) fiancé, but he was jealous, beyond jealous.

Seeing this everyday not only built up on his lee moods but he just wanted to be involved, not just in tickles but in the relationship. He wants cuddles and attention and affection from the two people he loves most.

And yeah with the lee moods he has bad but it's not the same. He wants his husband's and so help me thats what he was gonna get. He was a man on a mission.

'Let's goooo!!' He thought in his head as he started the day.

Karl had left last night, the bed was alot colder now. He turned to see Sap curled up onto his side his mouth slightly a-jar with his hair flowing perfectly on top of his face.

He sighed happily lightly pushing some of the hair out of his face. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and in love.

'I'm gonna make him breakfast' He thought getting up carefully as to not wake him and got started on cooking up his favorites.

Not even 20 minutes later the firey boy poked his head into the kitchen

"Waffles?"

"Mhm"

"Mmmm yay! Thank you babe!"

Quackity smiled "Anytime"

After the two finished the scilence became loud.

"What do you wanna do?" Quackity asked rocking a bit back and fouth on his heels trying not to make the scilence anymore awkward.

"I got work to do so you entertain yourself, I'll be quick"

Quackity nodded "okay! Good luck!"

"Thanks" Sap said shooting him a smile leaving back to their shared room to do the said work.

The beanie boy sighed flopping down onto the couch. He flipped on a random channel and texted Karl.

'Hey Baby!! I hope your trip is going good,we miss you and can't wait to see you tomorrow!<3'

(10:35)

He held the phone close to his chest letting out another sigh. He knew in his heart that Sapnap was gonna be busy all day so instead of sulking he told him he was going for a walk.

He went walking around, coming back, making more food, playing video games. All while sap typed away at the keyboard.

It wasn't helping at all it only increased the feeling of wanting to be with his Sapnap, his fiancé, he wanted attention and love dammit!

The smaller boy marched up to their room.

"SAPNAP!!!"

the bandana wearing man shook and snaped up to look at his clearly ticked off tiny lover.

"WOAH! what!?! Yes?!" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Are you done yet?"

The other slowly blinked "uhhhh,," he looked back at his work "nope not yet"

"Too bad! You are now finished because i say so!" He crossed his arm's

"Ha! Yeah thats cute hun but im busy, i gotta get this done, im sorry, I'll be there soon"

Quackity scoffed "whatever" he left as sapnap sighed

'He's never like this, maybe i should stop and check on him' Sapnap thought closing his laptop quietly sneaking up on his amazing fiancé on the couch.

"HIYA!" he tackled him to the couch holding him close.

"WA!- SHIT!" he fell over with him now in a cuddly trap, smiling widely giggling a bit.

"What's wrong Quacky babe" Sap said concerningly putting his head to his adorable smol husband's shoulder.

"I wanted to hang out together,,, i want to be involved, i want attention and affection and love sapnap and i haven't gotten anyyy in a long time" Quackity spilled out as sap processed everything.

'Looking back i see where he's coming from, it's been alot of Karl-'

"Don't get me wrong i love karl and i love giving him attention and affection and everything and i love watching you two be that way with each other i just i guess i felt a bit left out"

Sapnap nodded,

"Im Sorwy baps, forgive me?" He used his small voice making quackity cringe a bit jokingly.

"Give me attention and we will see what happens" He smirked

"Hmmmm" He anticipated his moves and ideas watching quackity's eyes that were pointed right to his hands

'So that's what he wants' he smirked wider lightly running his fingers slowly up and down his sides.

The other on top of him tensed "s-sap"

"Yea babe?" He said as if he wasn't tracing the man's sides with tickly anticipation.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Giving you attention, isn't that what you wanted?" He smiled at him as Quackity sank into Sapnap's embrace leaning his head on the pillow behind them, Sapnap's head still on his shoulder.

Sap lowly giggled quickly stittering his hands his stomach then back to his sides watching him lift up and squeak.

"You're such a dick" Qauckalee said in a joking matter making Sapnap's smirk deepen.

"Oh im a dick?!" He digged into his stomach watching as quackity squealed digged his heels to the end of the couch.

"NAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAPNAHAP!"

"Thats my name love~" sap moved closer towards his bellybutton.

"AYEHE NOT THERE!"

"Yes there! The giggle button has been unpressed for wayy to long, i need it to make up for the lost times Quackity"

"NOOHONONONO- AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEHHEHEHE! GOHOHO-EEP!"

Sapnap giggled with him taking in every werid noise and laugh that the touch starved lee had made.

Seeing it was clear he wasn't used to it he slowed down moving back to his sides lightly to get his breathing steady again.

"Easy tiger, i got you" he reassured him getting his breathing together

"Im gonna getcha'!" Sapnap said moving up towards his ribs scribbling along up and down and In-between.

The smaller's back arched as his giggles mixed into light laughter.

"AyEehehe naha-Ha! Tickles!! It tickles!!" The man rang out trying to squirm out of his fiancé's tickle trap.

"Thats the point Quacker's im hungryyyy i need your giggles to surviveee" he lightly blew a raspberry onto his neck, the other scrunching up

"Nomnomnom" he made fake eating sounds, playing pretend before blowing another raspberry into his neck.

Sapnap giggled and stopped holding him close rubbing circles into the top of his hand

"Come here bubba" He lifted Quackity up letting him wrap around him while he got a blanket.

Sitting back down he put the blanket overtop of them throwing on the Disney movie Coco for some well deserved aftercare and fiancé time, Playing with his hair Sapnap smiled down at his man kissing the top of his head.

"We gotta get you a haircut buddy its so long" he teased as quackity laughed

"I'll get a haircut the day you shave" the tired one teased back both laughing together enjoying the moment, the beanie boy slowly falling asleep on his chest.

"Goodnight handsome" he placed another kiss to the top of his head.

*Ding!*

Quackity's phone went off, Sapnap looked, it was Karl.

'Hi bubby!! It's going lmao, i miss you both so much too! I'll be home soon i promise! And when i do get home It's cuddle time! Hehe I'll talk to you soon quack baby! Tell sap i said hi and that i love him too! *mwah!*'

(8:17)

Sapnap smiled and put the phone back down to the side of him, smiling at the boy in his arms.

'Homework can wait'

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I absolutely LOVED writing this! I love Karlnapity! I hope you all enjoyedd! :]

#ler!sapnap #lee!quackity #k writes tk things #dream smp tickle #dreamsmp tickle fic #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #karlnapity tickle fic #karlnapity

[eldritchtickles]

Widogast’s Wavering Feathers

Right so here is the fic for @chockfullofsecrets that they requested i think like 7 months ago?? At least I know that’s when I started the fic cause holy shit do I write slow as hell. Tho it turned out really well in my opinion and I’m pretty happy with it lmao. Also thanks to @meltedhoneythighs for the onslaught of CR tickle ideas! Ok enough talking enjoy...

Wordcount: 2141

SFW but if tickles aint your thing idk enjoy still I guess lmao

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The Xhorhaus was quiet tonight. It  hadn’t been long since its owners had slept here, between whatever intrepid adventures they had all been on. The windows were open, their curtains billowing softly to show the moonlit city of Rosohna outside, its dark streets uninhabited. It took time to become acquainted with the eternal twilight of the Drow city, but it’s sights were nonetheless striking.

Though this peaceful sight is broken by the sudden appearance of a cat, jumping to the windowsill. A Bengal cat, who slowly lowered itself to the room that his owner was currently sitting in.

Frumpkin purred as he brushed up against the coat of Caleb, who gave his familiar a soft smile and scratched his head, earning a happy purr. Before the wizard lay an open book of incantations, his other hand and sleepy eyes gently tracing the arcane words and sigils with soft fingers.

“You are a good cat aren’t you, huh?”, he asked softly, keeping his voice down. He pulled the cat into his lap to continue petting. “Did you see any of our friends out and about?”

Though Caleb couldn’t understand his fae pet in words so much, their magical bond gave him the gist of the message. The rest were fast asleep, which worked perfectly for Caleb’s late night magic experiments. It was nights like these when he developed new spells, such as Widogast’s Vault of Amber. The night air, Frumpkin as his sole companion, no distractions from the usual antics of the Mighty Nein… It was a quiet moment to practice and perfect, a time Caleb cherished when it came about. Though tonight wasn’t as much a practice session, and more… A personal project.

“I think I might just have it, my fluffy friend.”, the redhead said with a slight excited grin that only appeared on his face when he talked about magic. “But first let’s make sure we won’t be disturbed, ja?”

Going toward the door, Caleb shrugged off his jacket and scarf before looking out into the hallway. All doors were closed, just the creaks of beds as his companions shifted in their sleep. From his component pouch, he pulled a thin silver wire and drew it across the hall either side of the door. It shimmered and seemed to leave a trail of silvery light as Caleb cast Alarm, so that any night time wanderers would be caught before they could intrude on him. Once he was sure he wouldn’t be disturbed, Caleb shut the door and skipped the pages of the tome to the spell he had been working on…

“Ja, that should work..”, he muttered. Four globules of light fwoomped from his outstretched palm. Showing the diagrams Caleb was looking at. Those brown eyes widened, lights reflected in them, as a blush rose to his cheeks. His fingers traced the list of components; strip of cloth, line of string… Feathers.

In their last few weeks of travel, Caleb had noticed the others being a bit more physical. Friendly punches were thrown, Jester and Caduceus gave hugs now and then, but one thing Caleb had noticed more than anything. The wiggling fingers, playful grins, the bubbling laughter… They had started some tickle fights. And it looked really fun, though the reclusive wizard would never say so. Caleb remembered the sensation, remembered enjoying it from his parents and Astrid… yet he hadn’t experienced the sensation since escaping from the Volstrucker agents. No, since joining the Volstrucker if he was being honest to himself.

Caleb would never join in with the others of the Nein, instead burying his head in a book. He would love to, but it wasn’t as if he was that close to any of them to ask for it. Veth would understand, she always did. Jester, he was sure, would be more than happy to oblige. But the embarrassment of asking, of being that open? That was what stopped him.

So here Caleb was, readying himself to try create this sensation through arcane means. He let out a small sigh, before putting his hands before him like a conductor would. He picked up the cloth, tied the sting around one end. Then he uttered the arcane words, stroked the feather across the cloth, and then…

Frumpkin let out a cry, before scurrying off Caleb’s lap. The scruffy wizard turned to see his cat on top of the bed, looking apprehensively at something behind his master.

“Frumpkin? Is something the matter?”, he asked, cocking his head. “Did you hear someTHIHING!!”

A sudden half chuckle, half squeak escaped Caleb’s lips, hand going down to brush at his hip where he had felt a sort of tingle. Looking down he saw the cause. A feather, ghostly and ethereal, floating in the air! It wiggled up at Caleb, almost like a greeting. Caleb couldn’t help but laugh again. More out of excitement this time, looking to Frumpkin with that rare ‘magic-is-so-exciting’ smiles.

“We did it!! I knew we could-“

Before he could finish, the feather flew in front of his face. It shook side to side, almost like it was shaking his head. Caleb couldn’t help but smile slightly, it was a cute little thing.

“You really are an animated little one, aren’t you?”, he chuckled. Then the feather started pointing, behind him. Caleb turned his head, before the smile dropped.

Floating there were another four feathers. The first joined them again. Shit, it was only supposed to make one! He had missed something. But that didn’t matter, as all five feathers pointed at him and started wriggling towards him.

“Oh.”, Caleb said, a goofy nervous grin finding its way to his face as he scooted back. “Sheisse.”

All at once the feathers converged on the man who had created them, as the ginger headed magician let out a sharp gasp of surprise. One of these ghostly feathers flew underneath the book holsters pressed against his side, earning a loud but gentle squeak. This reminded Caleb of another part of this spell; it was designed to be felt on bare skin, no matter what was worn. What was the point if some armour blocked their ticklish touch? Already, he regretted this decision.

“N-Nein!! Stohoho- Ah!! Out of thehehere!!”, he giggled out, trying to bat that feather away from his ribs as it nuzzled ticklishly into his poor ribs. This left his other side open, which he soon figured out as one of the feather’s siblings sawed directly under his arm with the stiff, soft bristles of its magical form. “AAAhahaha!! Y-You lihihittle shit!!”

The tickles now began to overwhelm, Caleb feeling this sensation as a fresh one considering his lack of ticklish touch over the years. He fell on to his back as the twin offenders flicked and rubbed along ribs and armpits, prompting bubbly giggles from the usually stoic magic user. These soft giggles were interrupted then by a loud yelp, as another feather joined the fray. He felt as it stroked along his sole, causing a violent kick of his leg. His yelp calmed back to a flurry of giggles as the feather flew up to his face, tapping his nose as if to say ‘stay still’. Then it flew back to his foot, its slow, methodical strokes earning a loud whine from Caleb that dissolved into giggles once more. It wasn’t long after that the fourth joined the fray, sawing beneath his toes which added squeaks to his already excited laughter.

Then, finally, his initial feathery friend returned to his view. It was longer than the rest and glowed brighter, seeming to be the ringleader of the group. It fluttered under his nose, earning a snort and a waving hand, nodding as if happy it had earned his attention. Then it placed itself on his chest, before sloooooowly tracing down his abdomen, approaching a certain spot.

“WAIT!! No, pleheheheeeeaaaase!! Not thehehere, just-”

Both wizard and feathers stopped their antics suddenly, frozen it seemed in place, as another magical source poked into the fray.

Ping.

“Oh no.”

“Caleb…? Caleb what the fuck are you doing…?”, came a groggy voice from beyond the door. The perpetrator who had broken the Alarm spell. The one person who Caleb knew would never let him live this down.

“Beauregard!”, he shouted, trying to stand before a flurry of feathery movements at his feet kept him lying down, a hand clamping over his mouth. These damned feathers… “I-I’m sorry to have woken you. Please, go back to bed, I’ll be doing so myself soon.”

A groan from behind the door.

“Caleb it’s the middle of the fucking night- …. I think, it’s hard to tell here… But you gotta get some sleep.”, the monk said with a yawn and a stretch, beginning to open the door. Empire Siblings, no knocking from either of them.

“Wait, Beau, don’t-”

But it was too late. The door swung open, and Beau stood frozen for a moment. There was Caleb, propped up on his elbows, face flushed a deep red with hair in a messy bun, askew in his eyes. Surrounding him, the ethereal feathers waved cheerfully to the newcomer.

Beau immediately lost it.

“You-”, she started, overcome with laughter at the sight again. “You were tickling yourself?!”

“L-Look, I know it must seem- NAHAHAAAA!!”

It seemed the feathers had become tired waiting around, as the ringleader hit its mark. Swirling around his navel, before drilling directly into it with its feathered fronds. Caleb was immediately lost in laughter as his death spot was attacked. Only a few seconds later, its brethren joined the fray and resumed their attack on previous spots.

“BEAUREGAHAHAHAHARD!!”, the wizard yelled, trying his absolute best to curl up and bat away his assailants. “HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!!”

“Oh”, Beau began, a grin forming on her face as she approached the giggly man before her. “I’ll help alright! After all, you wanted this right Caleb~?”

Before Caleb’s eyes could fully widen at the realisation, Beau had already grabbed his arms and, after a quick strength contest, pinned his arms above his head and began to scribble her short nails underneath them. The new sort of sensation shot through Caleb like an arc of lightning, his back arching as his laughter reached a higher pitch, a loud snort ripping through the room. The displaced feathers moved down, both attacking exposed hipbones as his shirt had started to ride up to show his soft stomach with his new stretched out position.

“Daaaaaamn Caleb, you are crazy ticklish huh?”, she tittered, digging into the soft spot just underneath his armpits to earn a squeal. “You must reeeeaaaaally like it if you designed a spell too~! How long you been at this huh? Must have been a real long time… Could’ve worked on a more useful spell if you had just asked one of us to do this you know~.”

Caleb’s mind began to melt with the teasing words of Beau’s gravelly ‘I-just-woke-up’ voice, each word spiking his sensitivity through the roof. The contrast of sensations between languid feathery strokes, quick soft twirling, and digging, scratching nails had the poor man addled, his thoughts going mushy with the onslaught of this sensation he had craved for weeks now.

It was torture. And he was embarrassed to admit, he loved it.

A few minutes of laughter, begging, teasing and tickles later, the ethereal feathers all gave one last flourish before a quick flash of light indicated the end of the spell. Beau grinned down at her friend, blushy with his hair matted to his face, chest heaving for breath, and decided maybe now may be a chance to call it quits.

“Well its only my first time being a spell apprentice, but I think I’m a natural!”, she said, letting go of Caleb’s arms and helping him up to sit with his back against the bed, where she soon joined him with a signature cheeky smirk of hers. “You agree~?”

Caleb couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He let out a breathless laugh, patting her thigh with his hand.

“I think I may just have to agree for once, Beauregard…”, he muttered, eyes closed and content. “Though I suppose the whole house is awoken by now…?”

“Oh, for sure, I mean I saw Fjord pass by the room to get some of those earplugs Caducueus made, I think everyone knows, dude.”

“Well…”, Caleb said, beginning to sit up and look through his scattered spellbook. His hand traced arcane shapes in the air, and he cast a stray eye to Beau with a smirk. “If that’s the case, another test is in order. Ready apprentice Beauregard?”

“I think you’re a bit tired for-”

Then Beau felt the feathery trace along her neck, earning a soft giggle before she suddenly snapped her head towards Caleb.

“Caleb, Caleb no, Caleb you motherfuckehehEHEHEHER!!!!”

#this took so fuckin long but enjoy lmao #tickling #critical role #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #fic #shit i dont think i have a fic tag uhhhhhhh #eldritch fics

[ticklystuff]

Hiiiii~ I'm not sure if you're still accepting like the main genshin Impact team, so please ignore this if you're not ^^

But if you are hehe, my main team is Beidou, Rosaria, Kazuha & Barbara! 💕 Thank you~

send me your genshin team!

hewwo fwiend sorry this took so long i was super busy but i hope you enjoy!

who’s the most ticklish character

It’s a toss-up between Barbara and Kazuha which is so unfortunate because Rosaria and Beidou like to have competitions to see who between Barbara and Kaz is more ticklish and the results always switch between the two of them which means more competitions for Barbara and Kaz to deal with in the future lol

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

I hate this question so much because everyone’s faves are ticklish in a perfect world lol but uhhhhh I’d say Beidou isn’t as sensitive as the rest of them but she still is! She just doesn’t fall as easily as the others

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

I feel like Beidou would be really good at convincing Barbara and Kazuha to help her gang up on Rosaria especially whenever rosaria is in a bad mood which is all the time lol but yeah rip rosaria

Oh but the ladies definitely team up on Kazuha and it’s so easy because he doesn’t really fight back out of fear of hurting one of them like Beidou and rosaria will just sit really close to him on either side of him and they’re both smirking at each other and Kazuha can see them plotting something and he gets nervous because he knows what’s coming but he can’t stop the pokes and pinched because he’s trapped between the two of them and he’s just kicking his legs and trying to squirm free while giggling and Barbara sees the three two of them having fun and figures that joining in won’t hurt anyone

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Rosaria comes off as super perceptive and somehow knows just by looking at you and it’s really scary like she’ll be getting coffee with Beidou and she’ll be sitting next to her and rosaria just reaches over and flutters her fingers against beidou’s spine and Beidou nearly chokes on her coffee and rosaria is just smirking the whole time but Beidou definitely gets her back later

Rosaria actually gets her intel from Barbara though lmao like when Barbara is treating everyone’s wounds she just finds all the sensitive spots and one time she was making small talk with rosaria and was like “oh ms beidou had a cut by her ribs and i tried treating her wound but she made it difficult because she’s sensitive there- oh oops” and now rosaria gets Barbara to spill by threatening her with tickles huhuhuhu

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Ok so no one would guess rosaria hands are sensitive because she always has those intimidating claw things on so no one ever gets close but ya like I said Barbara knows everyone’s spots because she’s the medic and she found out while treating rosaria’s hand and rosaria just had to wiggle her little claw fingers at Barbara to keep her mouth shut

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

Beidou can easily take Barbara and Kazuha at once and it’s so easy for her to wrap one arm around each of them and just tickle them. I feel like she can easily win a tickle fight against rosaria but rosaria plus either Kazuha or Barbara or both can take her down because rosaria is so sneaky and can take Beidou down, but overall Beidou is usually the winner of gang tickle fights

which character has a kink for tickling

Lmao rosaria is a sinner

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

Rosaria is always alone and she’s very standoffish so no one ever really got close to finding out until she met Beidou lol

I imagine the time Beidou found out, the two went out to a bar with each other and both of them can hold their alcohol pretty well but Beidou can get touchy and on the way back to wherever they’re staying Beidou is trying to find out if rosaria is ticklish and rosaria is trying her best not to make a scene in public

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

Omg rosaria and Beidou go at it all the time and it’s mostly Beidou that starts it but rosaria secretly enjoys them even if she mostly loses but she has her good moments at times

Beidou loves to start one-sided tickle fights with Kazuha all the time and if Kazuha tries to tickle back Beidou just threatens to drop him back off at inazuma so it’s always a lose-lose situation for him lmao

#kazuha #beidou #rosaria #barbara #genshin impact #tickling

[adam-memeleri]

Birthday Wishes

hey, guess what? its ayna day. its also the fa finale but thats not as important as ✨ayna✨ i say that as if i haven't stopped reading the last like month of updates afds

and thank you to the lovely @gay-dinosaur-banana-milk-carton for the idea

Masterlists shameless self promotion lmao

T Rating (domestic fluff cuz im a sucker 😔)

Ayna x MC (Kennedy, they/them)

~1,2k words

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“Mm,” Ayna hums, the sound reverberating in the quiet bedroom. Mid-morning sun shines in long beams of yellow and orange throughout the room, open curtains welcoming every drop of it.

A body lays next to her, rolling over closer. “Good morning,” Kennedy greets, grinning sweetly.

“Good mm, morning,” Ayna mumbles back, her face half buried in the pillow, the other half hidden in the duvet and her eyes shut tight.

Kennedy shuffles closer, reaching out and dancing their fingertips along her covered arm. They trace up Ayna’s shoulder, traveling along her jaw, cheekbone, the bridge of her nose, until a soft smile is drawn from her. “Do you know what today is?”

“I believe it’s Sunday.”

“A very special Sunday,” Kennedy pokes the bridge of her nose again, their efforts earning another twist in her lips.

Ayna’s eyes finally flutter open, peering with dark eyes over the duvet. “For whom?” she inquires teasingly.

“For a very special someone.”

“Are you seeing someone I don’t know about?”

Kennedy chuckles, their hand slipping into messy tresses and twirling a dark strand around their finger. “Only if you’ve never looked in the mirror.”

“Oh? So what does today have to do with me?” Ayna shifts, her forehead gently pressing into their chest as she speaks into it.

“It rhymes with firthmay.”

She laughs softly, the exhale stirring the sheets. “You are not subtle in the slightest.”

“And you’re a tease. We all have our flaws.”

“So what are we doing for my birthday?”

“You are not doing anything,” Kennedy pulls away, carefully taking Ayna’s face within their hands. “Yet,” they wink. “Look, just stay right there, don’t move a muscle.”

Kennedy pecks her forehead before dragging themself out of bed, stretching their back as sunlight shines off the muscles within it. They appear like a work of art, everything just so in this moment.

They turn, pointing a finger at Ayna. “I mean it, don’t move,” they warn, backing away with a stern expression.

Ayna’s lips curl in a familiar smile, one that seems to find its way to her face whenever Kennedy’s around. “Mmhmm,” she hums once more, stretching her legs where they lay tangled in the sheets.

“Hey! I saw that!”

A low chuckle escapes past her lips, “You wouldn’t have if you were quicker.”

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going!” Their hands wave in surrender as they disappear out the door, shouting behind them.

Laughing lightly, Ayna curls her arms around her pillow, snuggling deeper into it as the sounds of Kennedy’s mysterious endeavors floats through the open door. She takes the opportunity to let her eyes flutter shut, grateful for the Sunday morning and the peacefulness it provides.

Last night was spent watching streaming services on the sofa, trading whispers beneath blankets. The entire weekend has been filled to the brim with that peacefulness, and Ayna is far from eager to let it go.

At some point Kennedy’s voice reaches her, though it seems as if it’s only been a short moment since they slipped out of the room. Their footsteps can be heard before they’re in view, excitedly bounding down the hallway before their head pops into the room.

Ayna forces herself upright, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as they draw nearer. Their smile is brighter than the sun’s rays outside as they hold up a tray, eggs and bacon and glasses of orange juice placed atop it carefully.

“Breakfast in bed?” she questions, a grogginess rasping her voice.

Kennedy wiggles their hips teasingly, presenting the food before Ayna’s curled legs on the bed. “Yep! I’m not the best cook, but I thought it was worth a try.”

“Thank you,” Ayna smiles up at them, gently taking their hand as it lays at their side and squeezing.

Kennedy bends at the waist, pressing a kiss to the top of Ayna’s head, “Happy birthday.” With a smile, they cross to the other side of the bed, slipping back beneath the duvet to join her.

Ayna settles against the headrest, taking the fork and starting in on the eggs. Kennedy’s hands swiftly snatches one of the glasses of orange juice, sipping it as they sling an arm over Ayna’s shoulders, curling into her side.

“You know what else we're doing today?” Kennedy asks over the rim of their glass after a long moment, glancing at her curiously.

“I assume you have another surprise for me?” Ayna nudges their ribs with a smile.

They nod eagerly, bursting to announce their secrets, “We’re going to dinner! Just you and me. At that real nice Italian place, so you can get dressed all fancy.”

“Don’t you need a reservation there?”

“I made one three months ago.”

Dark eyes land on them, inspecting curiously before Ayna abates, turning to her own glass. “You’re spoiling me,” she comments. “Why are you making such a big deal out of today?”

“I don’t know,” they shrug. “I just like it. I never thought we’d end up here, so now I want to celebrate every year we get.”

“Where did you think we would end up?”

“No idea,” their expression explodes in amusement, eyes glimmering with it. “The first time I saw you was as a teaching assistant, not… in bed eating eggs, you know,” they gesture to the pair’s current position.

Ayna chuckles, sinking into the arm around her. “What did you think of me when you first saw Teaching Assistant Ayna?”

“I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.���

Ayna laughs, breaking a slice of bacon in half. “All I thought was that this one kid kept staring at me.”

“Hey!” Kennedy scolds, sparking another laugh from Ayna.

“And then,” Ayna drawls, turning to meet Kennedy’s eyes, “I thought that I was going to get in trouble if you kept smiling at me like that.”

And there’s that same smile, though maybe it’s bolder now, more comfortable. “Seems like you did.”

“Trouble seems to follow you more than your own shadow.”

“Sometimes it's worth it, though. Like when beautiful teaching assistants end up as my advisor on accident. And then said accidental advisor starts taking me on totally-not-a-date coffee dates.”

“They weren’t dates!”

“Uh-huh,” Kennedy laughs, tearing off a piece of bacon and popping it in their mouth, gently squeezing Ayna under their arm and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I thought you were supposed to be sweet on my birthday?”

“I made you eggs and a dinner reservation!” they retort. “How else am I meant to show my undying love?”

“Undying, hmm?” Ayna smiles, fingers tracing the length of her glass.

Kennedy nods beside her, hooking their chin on her shoulder. They tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, movements gentle and full of care as they whisper against her skin, “Like a zombie.”

A laugh bursts from Ayna’s throat, surprised and unbridled, “That is not what that means!”

“Really?” they hum in her ear. “I could have sworn…”

“Just come here,” Ayna turns her head to meet their gaze, her chuckles filling the small space between them.

Kennedy meets her in the middle, in a soft and warm kiss that tastes of citrus. “Happy birthday,” they murmur against her lips, sending a shiver down her spine..

She pulls away, holding her orange juice glass up in a toast, “Here’s to another year, of just you and me.” Kennedy grins, the corners of their eyes crinkling as they clink their own glass against hers.

#i didnt edit so if there's mistakes just pretend they're not there lmao #choices #choices fanfic #foreign affairs #choices fa #ayna seth #ayna seth x mc #pretty quick one but happy ayna day #she will be missed ✊😔 #god fa was just.... #really something huh? #ahdjsksks

[owlsinathens]

Wait do you want prompts from the list?? Cause I mean if you do #16 from the Misc list sounds straight up the greysnow alley. but if you just posted this for posting then please ignore me lmao

Hey nonnie!

Yes, I definitely meant it as in give me prompts please :) Thank you for sending one in 💙

16. (Misc) "YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME"

"If you could change anything about me, what would it be?" Jon asks. "I want an honest answer."

"What the fuck?"

Theon looks up from a particularly interesting buzzfeed quiz – Which Disney Princess would be your soulmate? – and gives Jon a baffled gaze.

"Where in all hells does that come from? Are you reading Women's Weekly again?"

"Answer the question, Greyjoy." One of Jon's socked feet pokes Theon in the ribs. "And don't forget to be honest!"

Fucking hell... Theon shakes his head reproachfully. There they are, on a nice, lazy Saturday afternoon, relaxing on the couch after a long week at work – and Jon comes up with shite like that. But judging from the stubborn look in his eye he won't let go of it until he has his answer, so Theon puts his phone aside and ponders the question.

"Hm... what would I change... maybe the fact that you're incapable of staying in bed once you're awake. Or that you won't let me wear my fake fur coat–"

"Because it looks atrocious!"

"It looks fabulous. Or maybe..." Theon sits up straighter as he starts to warm to the topic. "The fact that you eat pizza with cutlery. That's not normal. And of course your aversion against white furniture. And–"

"Alright, alright!" Jon looks somewhat put out. "You can stop now."

"Hey, you asked. Buckle in, darling, I'm just getting started." Theon grins, catching Jon's foot before it can kick him in the side. "I'd change that it's always me who has to decide where to order food. And that you're – ouch!"

Theon yelps when suddenly Jon's feet are gone from his lap and Jon's hand smacks his chest, without much force behind it, but still.

"What was that for?"

"You're being mean." Jon scowls impressively. "You ought to have said, nothing!"

"But that would've been a lie." Theon laughs, ducking another blow to the side of his head. You wanted me to – ow, you little – fucking – you said to be honest! Now stop hitting me!"

Theon waits for Jon to lunge again, swiftly catching his wrist mid-move, then the other, ignoring Jon's feeble struggles as he pushes him onto his back.

"I'd change that you worry about things I might want to change. Bickering about stuff is half the fun, Snow."

Theon leans over, placing a kiss on the tip of Jon's nose before letting go of his hands.

"And the other half?" Jon throws Theon a dubious look. "Nevermind, I guess I know," he adds when Theon's hands move to his belt. "What else."

"You'd never change that about me," Theon says smugly. "Now shut up, will you."

#theon greyjoy #jon snow #greysnow #mini ficlet #anon ask #prompt #snowjoy #established relationship

[twordytings]

Lab Rat

Request by @itsyaboi-ler

Word Count: 520

Prompt: #5. With Tony and Peter?? 🥺 maybe Tony came up with a "new" web formula and the only way to test it's strength is to see how long Peter can hang from it? Idk.

AN~ Sorry this took so long but here ya go!:)

(the gif was way too perfect I had too lmao)

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“Hey, kid.”

“Yeah Mr. Stark?”

“Come here. I want you to test out something.”

It was a pretty quiet day at the compound. Everyone was doing their own thing, which included Tony being bored and creating some new genius invention. Today, Peter happened to be the lab rat. Peter curiously walked over to Tony.

“Whatcha got there?” He went to grab what Tony was holding but was abruptly interrupted by Tony slapping his hand.

“Ah ah ah don’t touch yet! This could’ve been a bomb and you would’ve exploded into a thousand pieces! Anyway, I think I’ve figured out a more advanced web design for you to use. I’m gonna need you to try it out for me. Here.”Peter eagerly grabbed the device out of Tony’s hand and immediately put it on.

“Ooh fancy.”

“Haha. Go ahead, give it a try. Just try not to break anything. You have a habit of that.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” And Peter did what he does best. Swinging on and off the ceiling like the spidey he was.

“Okay spider boy calm down.” He chuckled. Peter stopped swinging.

“This is so much better than my old webs! Thanks Mr. Stark!”

“Ok we’re not done yet. I need to test the web’s endurance. Your last webs couldn’t hold indefinitely. I tried to make sure these new ones would. Just stay suspended from the ceiling and they should hold you for at least ten minutes.”

“Got it.” Peter did as he was told, and after about five minutes of hanging he was getting a bit bored of it. “Ugh can I stop now? The webs are clearly working better than my old ones.”

“Stop being a baby you only have five minutes left.” Tony said as he looked at his timer.

“Five more minutes?! I feel like I’ve been doing this for an hour!” Peter groaned out.

“Too bad. Hey how’s your suit holding up. Think it needs any adjustments?” Tony said as he started poking at Peter’s suit, specifically his stomach.

“H-hey. Dohont poke!” He giggled out.

“Are you seriously laughing right now? I’m barely touching you!” Since Peter was suspended by his arms, he couldn’t do much to defend himself from Tony’s poking fingers which, well, wouldn’t stop poking.

“Mihister Stahahark! Stohohop!”

“Eh I don’t know... this is kinda fun.” Tony started clawing at Peter’s ribs instead of poking him.

“NOHOHOHO! Hohohow muhuch TIHIHIME!”

“About a minute. Think you can survive?” He moved to Peter’s armpits.

“NAHAHAT IHIF YOHOHOU KEHEHEHEEP TIHIHICKLING!”

“Awww is the little spider boy too ticklish for his own good?” He said in a baby voice.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Okay okay. Time’s up.” Peter detached his webs and composed himself.

“That wasn’t. Nice.” With an angry and slightly embarrassed look.

“Calm down I was just tickling you.” Peter’s cheeks went bright red and he walked out with a huff.

Tony smiled as he walked out but Peter turned around and said, “Please don’t tell anyone about that.”

“Oh don’t worry. I’ll make sure to tell everyone about it.” He said with a sly grin.

I guess you could assume that that won’t be the last time it’ll happen.

#tickle fic #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #mcu #ticklish!peter #lee!peter #ler!tony #fanfic #peter parker #tony x peter #peter x tony #spiderman #spiderman fic #ironman #iron man #iron man fic #tickle community #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[xumos-hoe]

MC and [boi] are hanging out. SUDDENLY the traitorous wire of MCs somewhat older bra penetrates though the fabric and stabs her side! A short cry of pain cuts the peaceful atmosphere and [boi] quickly looks over at MC clutching the side of her chest!!!!! How will [boi] react???

HJKHKFKDKWSM I CANT STRESS HOW MUCH THIS HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN THE PAST💀💀💀 LMAO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS BABE AND HOPE U ENJOY💕

MLQC crew react to MC getting poked by a bra wire

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Victor

Cooking on Friday evenings was a past time the two of you enjoyed almost every week.

The aroma of Victor’s next masterpiece filled the cozy space of the kitchen; something reminiscent of sweet peppers and spice. The sizzling of red meat on the stove coupled with the piano resonating from the speakers filled the evening with an even more calming ambience.

You peered into the pan on the stove, with the steak and all it’s juices cooking perfectly. Victor was on the other side of the counter, quietly dicing onions and mushrooms. You smiled to yourself as you watched the peaceful expression on his face—he was definitely in his happy place and it warmed your heart to see him so at peace.

Your gaze fell to the bowl of uncut tomatoes, lettuce, and cucumber beside him. You had a thought and stepped closer. “Do you need anything extra for the salad?”

Victor’s movement didn’t falter. He worked swiftly, and without even lifting his gaze from the chopping board, motioned to the fridge. “Cilantro. Topmost shelf.”

You nodded and did as he asked. Though the cilantro was...quite high up... you stood on your tippy toes and...

“Ow!”

A short cry of pain broke Victor from his concentration. He quickly turned towards the fridge where you were, eyes squeezed shut and clutching your side tightly.

The knife clattered to the countertop and within seconds, Victor was right by your side. His brows furrowed closely in concern as he watched your movements, fingertips finding your own where they’d been clutching your side.

“Did you hurt yourself? What’s wrong?” There was a trace of urgency in his voice and you almost laughed and shook your head quickly.

“No—m-my bra wire...”

cue an instantly confused Vic

bra wire? huh???

“It stabbed me!” You stand up straight and peer down your shirt with a frown, noticing that sOmeHoW the wire of your bra slipped out and poked you.

and b r u h.

HERE VICTOR WAS THINKING THAT YOU REALLY GOT STABBED

Honestly he’s more confused as to HOW tf that would even happen but too annoyed to ask.

don’t ask Victor idk either

Victor sighs long and deeply to himself before rolling his eyes and grabbing the cilantro himself. You’re still to busy adjusting your bra through your shirt that you don’t notice him blush a little and mutter “moron” under his breath.

He’s already working on the cilantro by the time you thinkkk you’ve fixed the wire and try to help him again—but Victor stops you.

“You can help after you’ve changed. Now go.”

“But—”

“Go.”

Hanging your head in shame, you step out the kitchen and comply without a second word.

Lucien

just let this man have some peace and quiet pls—

but nah, your bra had other plans.

The two of you were at his office—you were waiting for him to finish up writing some 200-fucking-page dissertation on something about neuroscience and THEN the two of you could go out for lunch.

The weather was so nice outside too; sunnier than it’d been in days and you could already feel the warm, summer breeze on your skin despite the window pane separating you from it.

Besides the rapid keyboard tapping and your steps on the floor of his office, the room was mostly silent and becoming increasingly stuffy. You’d already thrown off your cardigan earlier to help with the heat but it was still becoming warmer.

So you had an idea and walked towards the windows:

“Lucien? Do you mind if I crack open a window?”

For the first time in forever, he looked up from the computer screen and gave you a smile. “Do whatever you’d like, but I’ll admit that it is getting rather warm in here.”

You turned on your heels happily and reached for the lock on the windows before it happened...

And by it—I mean the piece of shit wire from an even more piece of shit bra that had penetrated through the fabric and stabbed your side.

Lucien looks up again when he hears you gasp out and tug at your shirt painfully. You’re even cursing under your breath when the wire digs into your side a second time.

He half stands from his seat, a little suprise as he watches it all play out before speaking up.

“MC? Are you alright?”

You haven’t stopped fidgeting with your shirt (specifically the thing beneath it) aND I GUESS YOU CAN SAY LUCIEN KINDA UNDERSTOOD...

“It’s just that the wire—”

“Of your bra poked you?”

You pause and slowly face him with a blank expression. how did he know?

“How did y—?”

A gentle stream of laughter fills the room as Lucien sets his glasses aside and rises from his seat.

“The same thing happened last week, don’t you remember?”

You think back for a moment and oh. he’s right.

You’re not sure if it’s the onslaught of heat or your own embarrassment but your cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Lucien walks over and slips his bag over his shoulder.

“Luckily, I’ve finished my work for the day. But we might have to make a short trip before lunch.”

You take his hand and frown. “Where?”

Suddenly, Lucien’s free hand creeps up your back to where the clasp of your bra is. He taps the clasp directly and smiles.

The gesture is all the explanation you need.

Kiro

Wearing an older bra on a flight seemed like the more reasonable choice tbh. You’d be trapped in a corner for 6 hours, might as well make it comfy.

but you had no way of telling that this would be the consequence of wearing an old bra.

Kiro had a tendency to fall asleep on flights until the last possible minute before landing, and NOOOO—he couldn’t use a normal pillow like normal people do.

He liked sleeping on your shoulder.

This wasn’t a problem. You hardly mind, in fact, it’s quite endearing. Just not when the side he’s sleeping on also happens to be the side of your rib cage that the bra wire stabs.

You fight against a cry of pain the instant it pokes you. Especially since you were so squished, it continued to poke deeper.

And worst of all, you had no way of moving it with Kiro on your shoulder, snoozing away.

You almost curse the ridiculousness of the situation. Cue you making an awkward attempt to crane your free hand up your shirt to adjust the wiring without anyone thinking otherwise...

AND ITS SO HARD BECAUSE KIRO IS RIGHT THERE! PRESSED AGAINST YOUR SIDE!!

He shows no signs of waking up and the deeper the wire digs, the more restless you become, until you’re left with the last possible choice.

“Pssst. Psssst! Kiro?”

You try whispering directly into his ear, and after a few tries, the blonde stirs beside you and thankfully, moves his head away, giving you enough room to adjust your posture and the wiring.

But the wire falls back into place.

You stifle a cry of pain and clutch your side tightly. Somehow, Kiro had finally woken up and noticed you in what he assumed was “pain” and his sleepy gaze instantly turned bewildered.

His hand finds yours and he whispers urgently. “Miss Chips?! Hey, what happened?”

As quiet as you try to make your voice, Kiro manages to make out bra and wire—and it takes alllll of your strength not to sock this mf in the face when he starts laughing.

You slap his arm and make another attempt to move wire but he keeps on laughing.

The laughter dies down after a couple from the opposite aisle shoot the two of you a look, and between tears, Kiro asks if you’re alright now.

Though you don’t answer him, you’re impressed by his audacity when he snuggles his head right back against your shoulder, even after embarrassing you, and falls back asleep.

Gavin

I guess having such a fit boyfriend came with its downsides

Because more often than not, Gavin asked you to work out with him.

And the worst part was that he rarely took no for an answer—he was actually quite adamant about it, mostly for your benefit, but secretly—it gave him a little extra time to hang out with you.

It’d be a waste of good weather to spend the morning holed up in a gym, so the two of you figured to take your workout outside and jog around the park.

So, your first mistake was wearing an older bra instead of a sports bra without wiring. You realized this too late and couldn’t go back inside—what was the worst that could happen anyway?

...the worst happened halfway through your first lap around the park.

You knew Gavin held back like 97% of his normal speed just so he could match your pace and stay right next to you despite the mANY times you’ve asked him to go on ahead.

However, today was better than most days. The early morning sunshine and good weather did quite a bit to motivate you, so most of the jog had already gone smoothly.

until that halfway point...

Gavin was usually lost in his own thoughts while he ran, as were you, so very little conversation occurred during these times. Sometimes he’d even have his earbuds in and you knew better than to disturb him.

That’s why he didn’t exactly hear you cry out in pain when the initial poke happened. You slowed to a stop and squeezed your eyes shut—that’s what had caught his attention, and soon enough, he was by your side.

His expression went from curious to mild concern as he watched you exasperatedly peer down your shirt and cringe as the wire poked you yET AGAIN.

“...MC? You okay?”

You nodded and tugged aggressively at your shirt. “

“I’m okay! But this stupid bra...”

jvkfkejxjwj YALL💀

GAVIN. WAS. CONFUSEDDDD

For some reason his brain could NOT compute why a bra would cause you this much pain. HE WASN’T EVEN ABLE TO PROPERLY ASK

BIRDCOP WAS SHOCKED when you STRAIGHT UP shoved your arm down your shirt and tugged that mf wire out of your rib cage.

You had to roll your eyes and explain that the wire in your bra poked you and that somehow confuses him even more.

bras have wires??

The only thing he asks is if you wanna take a small break to fix your uh...situation... but you wave your hand and assure him that you’re fine.

But actually !!! Gav doesn’t let you continue jogging. He asks you to wait on a nearby bench for him to finish his workout before the two of you head back home (mostly because he’s scared that it’ll happen again and hurt you).

(and truthfully, you’re a little relieved to finally sit down)

#mr love: queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer #otome game #elex games #lnp #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mr love #mr love gavin #mr love kiro #mr love victor #mr love lucien #love and producer li zeyen #love and producer xumo #love and producer bai qi #love and producer zhou qilho #mlqc headcanons #mr love headcanons #love and producer headcanons #mr love fanfic #mlqc fanfic #requests #inbox #mlqc mc #victor x mc #lucien x mc #kiro x mc

[amitlee]

can I please request 11 for ler!tommy and lee!techno, please?

Growing Pains

Summary: Techno had yet to realize just how big Tommy had grown.

Warnings: Tickle fic!

This is a meet up between the SBI similar to the one that Wilbur, Tommy, and some others did a few months ago. So kinda like a real life AU.

The way I threw my own Techno head cannons out of the window🤭

 “I used to be ticklish when I was little, but I think I’ve outgrown– shihit!!”

Please do not tag as ship post!

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“-Yeah ok but hear me out. Your exile arc was pretty funny.”

Tommy let out a choked laugh at that. “Funny! I think you mispronounced heartbreaking my friend.”

The pair had been talking in the kitchen of a rented Airbnb while Wilbur and Phil were at the grocery store. They had decided to make a cake as a happy late birthday present for Philza, the twist was that they had to bake it as fast as possible so it would be done by the time the older man got back.

Techno put the cake batter in the oven and set the timer, his shoulders relaxed as they got to slow down. “I’ve never mispronounced anything in my life.” He joked and got out the supplies needed for icing and decorating. The pair fell into silence.

“Well- this is awkward.” Tommy let out his signature laugh and thought of new conversation starters. “Sooo, is this your first time meeting online friends?”

When you think of Technoblade, you don’t think of a social butterfly with strong conversational skills. He was thankful that Tommy had found a way to break the silence so he didn’t dig himself a hole. “Somewhat. I went to a convention one time to meet up with some people but that was years ago. I guess you could say it’s the first time I’ve ever done something like this.”

Tommy nodded along to show he was listening. “Hmm, cool! Well I’m sure you know it’s not my first round. What can I say, I’m a fan favorite.” Tommy laughed as Techno stopped arranging ingredients to give him a funny look.

“Did you just refer to Phil and Wilbur as your fans?” Techno couldn’t rid himself of a smile at the boy’s words, he knew he was just joking around. “I seem to remember you being into their content a little before you became Big Man Mr.Innit.” He turned away from the counter of ingredients, intending to tower over the boy and mess with him a little out of sheer boredom. It was a big surprise when he got closer to his friend and realize he had to tilt his head up to look him in the eyes.

Tommy lifted one eyebrow with a smile, he knew he had the height advantage but it meant nothing compared to how strangely strong Techno was. “I guess I just know how to pick people and befriend them with my awesomeness and the Innit charm.” He said with a smile and ruffled the smaller man’s hair. “Look at you! Little Technobaby!” His voice got higher as he teased the man in front of him.

Techno turned his head away “Shut it. You’re a literal child.” The older boy poked his friend in the stomach to emphasize his words and turned back around to go back to baking, not before seeing the way Tommy jumped back, “See, ticklish just like a kid.”

Tommy did in fact noticeably flinch away from the surprise poke. “Fuck off, I bet you’re no different.” He paused and thought for a moment. “Are you ticklish? I need to know for...science class? Yeah science class, we’re doing a project on statistics.” He silently walked behind the busy man and awaited his response.

‘Hmmm. I used to be ticklish when I was little, but I think I’ve outgrown-shihit!” Technoblade paid no mind to the question, it seemed rather normal to him. He answered honestly in his monotone voice before breaking off in a trail of uncharacteristic giggles when he felt rough squeezes to both of his sides. He dropped the clean whisk he had in his hand and pushed back into the blonde.

Tommy gasped at the reaction and moved his hands to squeeze continuously at his friends tummy. “No way! Awwww Tech~ this is great!” He stumbled for a moment as Techno threw his weight onto him but quickly caught his footing and friend.

Techno yelped at the change of spots. “FUHUHUhuck TohOHOmmy! Be gehentle, OHOHoh my gohohod!” He remembered being especially weakened by firm touches in his childhood, flashes of being wrecked by friends and family swam in his mind. He realized that he had basically thrown himself on Tommy and, in turn, was now trapped. Not that he minded, but the fact Tommy was absolutely wrecking him by pure luck was extremely flustering. He attempted to slide down to the floor and escape Tommy’s grasp.

Tommy chuckled at the man’s hysterics and had no choice but to let him sink to the floor, letting his down gently. He sat down next to his hips. “You know, I think I may need some more stuff for my project. I could always get Phil or Wilbur to help if you’d rather wait though, completely up to you.” He teased, wanting to explore this further.

“I’m sure Phil is already too busy wrecking you to be bothered to try with me, I’ll go along with your ‘research’ though, no need to tell him.” Techno’s natural confidence shined through for a moment until he remembered his situation, becoming a little more recessive. (like the trait I guess lmao idek where I was trying to go with that)

“I’m too large and grown and, large and grown, for him to dare. Wilbur however.. anyways-” He set his hands on Techno’s sides but didn’t move them. “-put your hands up please.”

Now, Technoblade is known for many things, being a nervous lee is not necessarily one of them. He chose to not keep up the conversation purely because he didn’t know what to say, so he opted to try and raise his arms to rest by the side of his head. However, every time they would raise he brought them back down, unable to handle the anticipation. “Ihihi- I don’t think I can.”

Tommy’s smirk turned to a fond smile, this really was just too cute. “No worries big man! Let me help.” He grabbed both of his hands and brought them all the way above his head, “Can you keep them there?” He laughed when Techno avoided his gaze and gave a single nod. “Good, you better.”

It began slowly, diabolically. Tommy let go of the man’s hands, dragging one single finger down each arm until he got to his hollows, swirling his finger in them before moving to his ribs and squeezing. The pressure was as gentle as one could be while still being rough, after all, Tommy wanted to see only the best reactions. It was noted that as the pressure and speed increased, so did Techno’s squirming and volume. Said man had dissolved into light anticipatory laughter soon after his hands had been hoisted up.

“Whahahat am I, ahaha lab rahahahAT- WAHAHAIT!” Tommy had chosen that exact moment to go from squeezing to drilling into the bones and the spaces in between them, Techno seemed to be having none of it.

Tommy’s head lifted up, he decided to carry on the conversation as normal. “Haha, yeah a little lab piggy.” He took one hand away from the sensitive man and pinched his cheeks, similar to how an old woman would.

Technoblade whined, bringing his arms down to cover his face. This proved to be a fate-sealing mistake.

Tommy shot both hands down to knead the man’s hips, sometimes rubbing into the bone. He made sure not to cause any pain, just absolutely destroying the man below him.

“TOHOHOHOMMY! Fuhuhuck, ihihit’s soho bahahahad!” Techno uncovered his face, opting to look at his friend and the offending hands.

Techno took the attack for about 30 seconds before realizing Tommy had yet to speak again. Combining that with the tickles on his hips that seemed to only get more intense as time went on, regardless on the attack staying the same, he got a little nervous.

“Tahaha-Tohohohommy?”

“One rule. And you just haaaaad to break it, didn’t you.” Tommy was obviously just teasing, that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking though.

Techno laughed harder, the teasing was really getting to him.

“And there you go again! I’m having a conversation with you and you’re just giggling away! Unbelievable.” Tommy moved his hands off of his friend to give him a breather before continuing. “I think you need to learn you lesson, little man.”

Before Techno could ask what he meant, Tommy set one hand on his stomach.

The giggles started up again, however, there was no movement to Tommy’s hand. Techno placed his own hand onto of the one Tommy was resting on him, “Tohommy, be gentle, this is my worst spohohot...” He trailed into relaxed laughs as Tommy lightly tickled his stomach, Techno’s hand was still onto of his friend’s so it wasn’t nearly as intense as it could’ve been. He was thankful for this, even though he generally liked rougher tickles on his belly as well, Tommy had already been going to town for a solid 10 minutes.

Tommy’s face morphed into a fond smile when Techno all but melted into him. Maybe he didn’t need a big finale for it to end good. The boy reached his free hand up to scratch at Techno’s neck and flutter his ears when he felt like it.

Techno’s laugh got squeakier but he remained very much relaxed, only twitching every so often or if instinct.

Eventually, Tommy stopped moving the hand on his belly completely, now just fluttering and scribbling gently at his pal’s neck, ears, and collar bones.

Techno began to regain some strength back, confidence coming with it. “Ihihi am sooo geheting you back for that shihihit” He spoke through his giggling.

Tommy let out a mock gasp and moved his hand back down to squeeze and skitter around Techno’s stomach. Throwing him into surprised hysterics.

“TOHOHOMMY! STOHOHOP STOHOP, IM SOHOHORRY! I WOHOHON’T!” Techno pushed at both hands now, batting at Tommy playfully.

Tommy stopped tickling all together as soon as he was told to stop. “Mhm. Yep, you’re sorry and you’re going to let me help decorate the cake.” He said with a smile and rubbed away the leftover tingles that were bound to be everywhere by now.

Techno curled up beside Tommy, small giggles still leaving him. “Ihin your dreams.”

“Ah, well it was worth a shot.” Tommy laughed as well, seeing his normally stoic friend become mush was very entertaining. “You know, not to alarm you, but speaking of the cake...uhh how long was it supposed to be in for?”

Techno stopped laughing at the thought. “Tommy! What if it burnt? I’m blaming you if it did.” He stood up and quickly went to check on the baked goods. The cake was completely fine. He let out a sigh of relief and went to go finish making the frosting.

“It’s crusty now, like crunchy almost! How did that even happen?” Techno spoke up incredulously as he looked at the half made frosting that had some of the ingredients evaporate in the time he had been wrecked.

Tommy got up and walked over to take a look, laughing as he saw that it was in fact fucked up. He made a show of looking towards the window, “Hey, is that the car in the driveway?” He asked, barely hiding his smile.

Techno froze and looked up in disbelief. He made eye contact with Tommy, who could not keep it together for the life of him.

“HA- I’m just messin’, it’s clear.” He laughed, “You should’ve seen your face!”

Techno huffed with a smile, turning away. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Come over here and help me with this.”

Tommy’s eyes lit up, “Wait, really?” He asked as he walked over to stand behind Techno to the side, more so offering his presence.

“Well, I know I’m a master baker but I guess I could teach you a thing or two.”

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I truly don’t understand how some of you guys write things that are so long, it’s like a magic power or something I swear.

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 15

Words Count: 5.6k

TW: Smut (kinda notice that i really suck at writing TW so i apologize T_T cause others write it damn explicitly lmao)

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My eyes widened as the words slipped out of his mouth. I had to play it in my head several times before realizing that yes, he did say it.

Panic suddenly registered in my mind. I wanted him. I knew I wanted him but I also knew that I still can’t erase the fear in my mind.

Because the truth is, I knew why I had been rejecting him all these time, lying to myself and trying so hard not to admit my own feelings. I was very scared of this, of this emotion called love. When you choose to love someone- you’re giving them a weapon to destroy you. A weapon they can wield at anytime you’d never see them coming.

It’s easy to fall in love, yes. But it’s definitely not easy to stay in love. And I’m afraid that I’d lose him because that would tear me apart.

He must’ve been watching me having a mental war against myself because suddenly, he leaned in and pressed a deep lingering kiss on my lips.

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. But I just want you to give me a chance and let us try. No, let me try. I want to try and win you over. If you say yes to this, I’ll try my best to win your heart.” He said as he stared down at me.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach going crazy at his words. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I stared back at him, partially wishing that he was joking because I had no idea how to handle the rapid beating of my heart right now. But all I saw as he stared back at me was pure genuine and eyes that were full of sincerity. I slowly nodded. “Okay. I’ll give it a try.”

I watched as his eyes widened and sparkled in excitement. “Really?! You will?! Oh God,” he placed his hand on his chest as if trying to calm himself down and I chuckled at his cuteness. “Thank you so much, Hana. I’m-“ he took a breath, trying to find words to say, “God- I’m just- thank you baby.” He said softly and I melted at how pure his reaction was.

“Although I knew that you were already in it deep for me. It’s just a matter of making you admit to it.” He teased as he smirked at me. The same smirk that I hated so much before for how much it affected me and haunted me. I rolled my eyes at him.

Then I leaned away from him slightly and propped myself on my elbow. “Why would you want me to be your girlfriend even though I can’t give you the answer yet now? Won’t it just be better to, I don’t know- wait it out?” I asked carefully although it also scared me because what if he decided to agree? I’m digging my own grave, yeap.

But his answer took me by surprise. “I just desperately want you to be mine.” He said, eyes looking straight into mine, hand reaching my face to caress my right cheek. “Because I don’t want you to look at any other guys. I don’t want any of them to look at you either and above all, I want people to know you’re mine and that nobody can touch you, except for me.”

“You’re very possessive.” I teased.

“Oh I’m a very jealous man.” He smirked.

“Ew gross maybe I should reconsider my answer.”

Upon hearing this, he tickled me and I screamed. I retaliated by hitting his arms countlessly, asking him to stop. The attack was brief though because his expression was serious again.

“And so that I have every other reason to beat the shit out of anyone that as much as look at your direction, not to mention all those fucking assholes that harasses you,” he growled.

I shuddered hearing this.

He sighed. “I just want to protect you.. God I felt so helpless not being able to do anything because I’m scared you might get creeped out on me and you’re just so fucking clueless with every guy around you and I felt so mad because I want to hurt them but you weren’t mine so what was I supposed to do? Although I still beat some anyways. They all deserved it.” Jimin made a disgusted look.

His confession and his words somehow gave me a feeling that he didn’t start liking me recently. As if he’d kept it bottled for so long. I frowned at him. “Jimin… how long have you liked me?”

I could tell he was surprised by the question. He regarded me briefly before carefully answering, “Three years.”

What? I spluttered. My eyes widened in shock.

He continued to gaze at me fondly. “I’ve liked you ever since you fell on my arms a day before our high school graduation Kim Hana.”

My mouth went agape. “You’re joking!”

“No, baby.” He kissed my forehead briefly. “You’re just clueless about it. I literally sent away every little fanboy you ever had. Ever wondered why they would always confess to you one day and never come again after that?”

My mouth fell open. “Jimin that is so wrong!”

He shrugged. “Needed to keep what’s mine.”

I raised my brows at him. “Think you’re being ahead of yourself at the time. I wasn’t yours.” I rolled my eyes. “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“You made me so much enemy from the amount of fanboys you had.” He chuckled.

“There wasn’t that many!”

“Fourteen Hana! Fourteen. The number of guys that confessed to you. Trust me it kept me so busy the whole year trying to ward them off off you.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Well why didn’t you just man up and confess to me then?” I dared him.

“If I did, would you have accepted me then?”

I fell silent at this.

He took a deep breath. “Hana, I knew you. And I knew who I was. Or still am, I guess. I skip classes, got involved in a fight, I fuck around, I make problems and the list goes on. And there you were, in your own perfect bubble, smart, gorgeous and sexy all rolled into one. Would you have accepted me then? Seeing how you rejected every other normal guy was enough to remind me who I was. I was a nobody.” He smiled sadly at me.

I was shocked at this revelation. And all these while I thought that he’s the famous one while I’m the nobody. I reached up to caress his cheek.

“Jimin-ah.” I called him softly. “You got it all wrong. I was the nobody and you’re you.. always the centre of attraction with your stupidly good for nothing handsome face, your personality, your charisma, and even though you were,” I quoted him, “as you said, the bad boy, everyone still liked you. And girls! Practically swooning and throwing themselves at you all the time.” I laughed. Then I softened as my hand now cupped his chin. “I was the nobody, Jimin.”

“You’re not nobody.” He frowned. Then he smiled sheepishly at me. “Then.. does that mean that you like me too since you said everybody likes me?”

“Shut up.” I snapped jokingly and turned away from him.

“I need an answer though.” He pouted and he looked so freaking adorable. When I didn’t reply, he attacked me by tickling my ribs and once again the room was filled with my laughter and my screams.

”Stop it, Jimin!” I yelled. He laughed with me and I tried to escape but he was quicker to grip my wrist and held my hands beside my face as he hovered over me, the duvet still covering us both. Surprisingly, he didn’t press me further to answer.

“So what do you say?” He suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

“Yes? To me?”

I bit my lip as I felt my cheeks reddened. His stare burning into mine. Then I shyly nodded.

His face lit up immediately. He leaned down to press his lips against mine softly. “Thank you, Hana,” he murmured.

I loosened my hands from his grip to wrap it around his neck. “No, thank you.”

He smiled down adorably at me. His hip must’ve moved slightly because I suddenly felt the current as he accidentally brushed his cock against my sex. My eyes widened slightly but he appeared oblivious to it as he was leaning down to kiss my forehead.

Damn, I was getting aroused again. As he leaned away, I looked up at him.

“Jimin ah…” I poked his muscled arms.

“Yes baby?”

“I want.. more.” I said sheepishly. He chuckled at me and I looked away, feeling embarrassed. Suddenly he leaned his face down and kissed me briefly before lightly biting down my lower lip. I moaned in response. Then he lowered his hip slightly and I felt his cock brushing against me. I gasped because I could tell he was already hardening.

“You only need to tell.” He smirked at me. “Ready for round two?”

I blushed crazily.

Amber colored light that sifted in through the window woke me up. I felt slightly warm. Lazily, I opened my eyes. I looked to my left to see Jimin still fast asleep, lying on his front. I propped my elbow on the bed and took the time admiring his side profile. I bit my lip. It felt so surreal to wake up next to a guy, a shirtless guy, a shirtless hot guy or basically waking up next to a hot, shirtless Park Jimin. It almost felt like a dream. If he wasn’t currently lying next to me, I would’ve thought last night was a dream.

I felt my cheeks reddening thinking about last night. The night I lost my virginity to Jimin. But he was good.. he was so good I have nothing to complain. Although I didn’t have anything to compare with myself. Come to think of it.. my whole body ache. I felt sore all over my body. Perhaps it was because of all the exercise we did last night. I screamed in my head.

I was practically fanning myself before I had to take a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

I continued to stare at the hot guy beside me. His light snore can be heard. He looked so peaceful in his sleep I couldn’t resist to lean down and plant a soft kiss on his ear.

He then moved slightly and I froze completely. When I thought he’s back to sleeping, I leaned back and gently kissed his lips. I relished at how soft his lips were and how it felt so good against mine. I pulled back slightly but my lips were still ghosting over his. I gasped when suddenly I felt him kissing me back. My eyes widened when he gently tugged my lips so that I had to lean back down to kiss him again.

“J- Jimin..?” I called him in confusion. “You’re awake?”

He bit my lip gently while his hand roamed towards my back. His hand slipped underneath my top and I gasped again.

“You’re awake!”

I felt him smile but his eyes were still closed. After the heat of our love making last night, I put on a plain spaghetti strap top and shorts just because I don’t feel comfortable sleeping naked. Jimin’s hand moved towards my front and I could feel it darting upwards towards my breast. When he did graze his fingers on my breast, I moaned in response.

His smile grew bigger yet his eyes still fluttered close.

“Jimin-“ I whimpered when he groped my breast hard. My back arched from arousal that’s building inside me. When he stopped, I was already breathless, panting and an absolute mess.

Jimin finally opened his eyes and he smiled at my state. “Good morning, baby,” he said, his voice low and raspy and it turned me on so much.

“G-good morning,” I croaked.

For someone who just made a total mess out of me by only touching me with one hand, he sure looked innocent. Scratch that, I knew he was feigning innocence. I hate him so much for that. I quickly sat up and was going to climb out of bed when Jimin tugged my wrist and suddenly I was underneath him as his firm frame pinned me to the bed.

“Not so quick,” he said and then he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. I found myself being drunk in his kiss immediately. He was that good of a kisser. His tongue demanded entrance and I granted it gladly.

I grew more breathless when I felt his hands snaking up on my arms first then on my shoulder before it gently tugged the straps of my top down my arms. I shuddered in desire. He lowered his kisses onto my collarbone as his hands worked to pull my top lower so it pooled on my stomach, my breasts bare for him to see.

He pulled away to admire me and I flushed crimson as he murmured appreciative words. “Fuck- I don’t think I’d ever get tired seeing these. You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful and gorgeous. Really- I can kiss and play with your boobs all day long.” He said so forwardly I bit my lip in embarrassment. Jimin wasted no time going down to suck on my nipples and while his mouth circled wet kisses on one side, his other hand reaching up to massage another. I moaned in pleasure. I already felt my wetness pooling down there so I pulled my legs together, desperate for some friction. I froze a little when my thigh brushed against his erection because Jimin sleeps naked.

Jimin apparently was aware of this because he put his hand in between my legs to stop me from pushing it together. He stopped harassing my boobs only to look up at me briefly, “Why press your legs together when I’m here to satisfy all your needs?” He smirked and I felt my mouth went dry at his words.

Continuing to lick and placing playful bites on my breasts in between, he skillfully spread my legs apart as his hand find its way towards my clit. He started to rub circles on my entrance and I whimpered in pleasure.

“God- you’re already dripping wet,” he whispered and I sensed his fingers already teasing at my entrance.

I suddenly remembered that we had classes to attend! In panic, I glanced at my side table and my eyes widened when the clock stated it was already 8:30 in the morning. We have class at 9 for fuck’s sake! “Oh God, Jimin we’re going to be late for class!”

He stopped all his acts immediately and pulled away to glance at the clock too. Then he looked at me before smirking, “It’s okay. We can make it in time.” I gasped when he quickly pulled my shorts along with my underwear down.

He pushed himself forward so that his face was level with mine as he aligned his hip with my entrance. I had no idea when he took the condom out but I waited impatiently as he rolled it onto his cock. I jerked forward slightly when I felt his hard erection near my entrance. I was already dripping wet for him and needy for his cock. I grew restless when he was still making himself wet by running his dick up and down my wet pussy.

“Just put it in already,” I groaned, putting my embarrassment aside and he chuckled.

“Impatient as ever, Miss Kim Hana.” He said and then without warning, he pushed his upright cock inside me and I whimpered as he filled me entirely.

He didn’t move for a moment and we both stilled as we savour the course of pleasure running through us.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, feeling high as I clutched the bed sheet desperately.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking tight Hana,” he let out a breathy, almost inaudible exhale. He gave me a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting into me. He bent down to bury his head on my shoulder and I immediately threw my hands on his back, hugging him tight as he moved above me.

“Jimin-“ I moaned as his thrusts became faster and hitting me deeper to the hilt inside me, earning a series of cry from me. “God, this feels so good-“

He pumped in and out into me and I can sense the pressure building in my stomach, telling me that I was almost at my limit.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” I said desperately while panting hard. My fingers curled on Jimin’s back, my fingernails digging on his skin as I felt my core tightening and I threw my head back as my body convulsed from the intense orgasm.

“Fuck, I love seeing you cum,” Jimin whispered, also breathless as he still pounded into me. He thrusted several times more into me before he too felt himself reaching its climax. “Oh fuck-“ he moaned and immediately came after that. He stilled above me, his hands gripping the bed sheets tight as orgasm coursed through him. It was a beautiful sight seeing Park Jimin in his high state from orgasm.

My fingers traced lightly on his toned abs and he slowly opened his eyes, smiling fondly at me. He leaned down to kiss me softly before rolling to the side and unwrapped the condom from his cock and threw it in the dustbin.

Shit, I only slept a night with Jimin and we already used up three condoms. I bit my lip as I flushed crimson.

“Well, I guess I might need to restock on that soon.” He smirked at me.

“Pervert.”

“I can’t help it, you’re just so fucking sexy and it turned me on all the time. God I think I’m addicted to you.”

I giggled. “I’m addicted to you too,” I whispered before turning to kiss him gently. He smiled against my lips and I couldn’t help to do so too. Then I quickly sat up. “Come on, we’re so late,” I said as I climbed out of bed.

“Should join you for a shower then.” He said as he raised out of bed.

I turned immediately. “Definitely no. Otherwise, we won’t be getting out of there in time. You’re gonna shower after me.” I said and he rolled his eyes at me but didn’t proceed to follow me. Good. I needed some me time anyway. And I definitely wasn’t ready to have Jimin seeing me pee or brush my teeth.

I showered hastily because I was anxious about being late to school. As I stepped out of the shower, I saw Jimin sitting on the edge of his bed with his towel draped on his shoulder. He looked up immediately and a devilish smirk played on his face. He raised to his feet and stalked forward towards me.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“I know that look. And if you continue to give me that look, we’re so gonna be late.” He was now right in front of me and I shuddered when he leaned down to nuzzle my neck.

“I told you I can’t help it. Not when you’re only using this towel,” he whispered, “and I can easily pull it down like.. this,” he tugged my towel down and I screamed as I frantically held my towel in place.

“Stop it! We’re late!” I glared at him. He just chuckled in response before walking past through me and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

As soon as he was out of sight, I gasped in horror when I realised that I didn’t bring any spare clothes.

Biting my lips, I decided to go into Jimin’s walk-in closet. Screw it, I thought. It’s not like you’ve never worn his shirt before. Yeah, but not to class! My mind scolded me but I had no time to dwell on it. I quickly hunted for a hoodie and I found a maroon coloured hoodie. I put it on and sighed as I matched it with my short black jeans from yesterday.

I was trying to bring order to the chaos of my hair in front of Jimin’s huge ass mirror when the door to the walk in closet opened and Jimin stepped in. I froze in place as soon as I saw him. I gulped unknowingly at his sight. He was standing deliciously half naked at me. His towel hung just below his hips. My eyes can’t help but to travel across his stomach.. there sat a perfectly toned abs. My eyes darted lower.. his V line popping tantalizingly. I could see the veins down there… near his happy trail..

“Hey, it’d hurt me a lot if you like my body more than my heart,” he said as he sauntered towards me.

I quickly snapped out of my intense scrutinisation of this man that has the entire features of a Greek god, an Adonis. I unknowingly licked my lower lips that had gone dry as he walked towards me. You’ve seen him naked, Hana! My mind scolded me. I know, but he just looked so glorious with his wet hair and all the lights that seemed to highlight his perfectly toned body- “I- I don’t like your body more than your heart-“ I stammered and I cursed myself in my mind. At this rate I’m quite sure that I am seemingly unable to utter any coherent response when my entire body goes haywire because of Park Jimin.

“You sure about that?” He smiled at me. He was now framing me and I was pushed to sit on the edge of the dressing table. He lifted my chin with his fingers. My breath hitched and he leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on my lips.

When he released me, I found myself gasping for air. God, Jimin and his ability to suck the entire air out of me from a simple kiss. He regarded me up and down for a moment.

“I-I didn’t bring spare clothes.” I quickly explained.

“I told you I like you wearing my clothes.” He said then he frowned. “Are you only wearing those shorts?”

I nodded. Where’s he going with this?

“It’s fucking Fall now. You’re gonna catch a cold.” He growled.

I rolled my eyes. “I have my coat with me.”

He narrowed his eyes at me briefly before saying, “Fine. But I don’t want you wearing shorts anymore.” He grazed my cheeks slightly before setting off to hunt for his own clothes. Jeez, bossy. I didn’t realise I was holding my breath the entire time. But then my eyes went to Jimin who had his back on me as he faced his closet. My eyes widened as he casually took off his towel. I had never bolted so fast in my life. I swore I heard him chuckle as soon as I stepped out of his closet.

I clutched my chest and I could hear my rapidly beating heart. God, Park Jimin is so not healthy for my lungs and brains and nerves or any other system in my body.

We arrived at the university just in time before class. I thought I was going to die from heart attack seeing how Jimin drove to make us arrive in time. I practically begged him to drop me first and he could enter a bit later but he just glared at me. I sunk lower in my seat as Jimin stepped out of the car and went to my side. I wasn’t ready for this.

I jumped when he pulled my door open. I looked up pleadingly at him but he just rolled his eyes in response.

“Come on, or we’ll really be late.” He warned, his hand extended out to me.

I could already see a few students stopping in their tracks, turning to look at us. Oh God. I feel like I wanna die. I shut my eyes closed tightly.

Suddenly I felt Jimin’s breath near my ears. “Come out now Hana, or I’ll call you baby as loud as I want in front of everyone,” he whispered. My eyes flung open immediately. I glared at him but he only smirked in response. God! He’s so annoying!

I took a deep breath before letting myself out, completely ignoring Jimin’s hands. I walked so fast but he was beside me within seconds.

Okay, Hana. Forget about this. The more you act unnatural, the more people were gonna suspect. I took another deep breath and started walking in a normal pace. Well, it’s not like I never walked with Jimin. I nodded at myself.

We were almost at the locker and I spotted Ah Young immediately. I was about to dash towards her when suddenly I felt Jimin lacing his fingers with mine. My eyes were about to bulge out of its socket and I turned to look at Jimin instantly. He smiled sweetly at me in response. Oh my God, Park fucking Jimin. I swore I’m gonna kill him. I knew he knew that I was boiling inside!

I tried to pull my hands away only for him to tighten his grip. Lord, save me from the embarrassment please! I awkwardly walked towards Ah Young whose jaw was practically on the floor now as I kept on trying to yank my hand away from Jimin’s grip.

I suddenly felt aware of all the eyes on us, on me. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jungkook who was staring sharply at us. Oh fuck. Then I found my gaze torn towards Yoo Nara who was standing near Jimin’s locker. She was FUMING at us. Double fuck.

As soon as we arrived at my locker, Jimin leaned down to whisper at my ears, “See you later.” His lips brushing ever so slightly with my ears, as if he was kissing it and I shuddered. And with that, he headed off to his class. I let out a huge breath, finally being able to breathe.

I looked to my left and saw Ah Young in complete shock, her mouth still wide opened. “Oh my God, you and-“

I shot her a look. “Let’s not talk about it now.”

“Oh my-“ she said then she frowned, her eyes narrowed at me. “You’re wearing a different hoodie. I’ve never seen this hoodie before.”

Fuck. I froze in place. Then I pulled my coat tighter around me in hope to cover most of the hoodie. “Uh, I just bought it.”

She eyed me intently. Then she gasped. “Oh my God, did you spend the night with him?” She almost half shriek and immediately my hands went towards her mouth. She then realised her fault for being too loud so she held her head down, her face wearing the guilty expression.

I glared at her before closing my locker door and turning on my heels. She was beside me instantly. There was a few moments of silence before she dropped another bomb.

“Have you guys had sex already?” she whispered.

The fuck? I gulped immediately. How does she even know? I swore Ah Young has extra antennas for shits like this. I must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights because she gasped again.

“Oh. My. God.” She said, emphasising each words. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Stop it, Ah Young.” I glared at her. We were both now entering the lecture hall and immediately Jungkook caught my eyes. He was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t understand before he looked away.

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

I sighed in exasperation. “Later.” I said grudgingly and she exclaimed in response.

The day didn’t get any better. I felt like everywhere I go, there were eyes on me. Or was it just me being paranoid? Jimin has had several girlfriends before… doesn’t he? Or perhaps they were shocked that the invincible Kim Hana had fallen for Park Jimin and managed to become ‘just another girl’ in his long series of girls. I sighed.

“I think the entire school had turned into chaos.” Ah Young said as she glanced around.

So.. I guess I wasn’t being paranoid. We were at the school cafeteria and I had been forking my lunch with my head down because I forgot how much I despise gaining attention especially because of guys.

“I don’t know why’s everyone making a big deal out of it.”

“Well, one because you’re Kim Hana. Another is because he’s Park Jimin.”

I looked at her, deadpanned.

“Because you both are literally the opposite pole!”

Huh. That kind of made sense.

“Seriously, I think everyone probably knew about it by now. I mean like, you guys appeared holding hands-“

“It wasn’t my idea!”

“Anyway,” she cut me off. “I think Yoo Nara saw you guys. Heck, everyone saw! Even his annoyingly handsome group.”

I buried my face in my palms as I groaned. This wasn’t what I wanted.

“Don’t worry. Everyone’ll get over it in a few days.” She nodded encouragingly at me. “Or weeks,” she added.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

I pestered Ah Young to finish lunch so early that now I still had a lot of time left before lunch break ended so I headed to the library to borrow a few Economics books I needed.

“Thanks.” I said to the librarian as I checked the books out.

I was too busy flipping the pages of the books that I didn’t see what’s coming in front of me.

“Oh!” I yelped as I felt someone hit my shoulder with a thud. My books flew to the floor. “I’m sorry!” However, when I looked up I wasn’t met with the sight I expected.

Yoo Nara was glaring at me. Did she perhaps purposefully bumped my shoulder? She glared at me for a few seconds before marching off angrily.

Whoa. What’s up with that?

I frowned as I bent down to pick up my books.

I heard someone whistling. “So, you’re dating that motherfucker now, huh?”

I looked up immediately and saw Jae was standing right infront of me.

“Go away, Jae.” I said and attempted to walk past him but he blocked my path. I glared at him.

“You know, he’s not really what he appeared to be.”

“And how does he appear to be?” I asked impatiently.

He shrugged lazily. “Just can’t believe you’re into bastards like that.” He stepped closer to me. “What, am I not bad enough for you?”

I was starting to feel annoyed now. “Move away Jae.” I warned.

“You do know he’s one hell of a playboy right? He had probably fucked half of the college girls already.”

I flinched.

“He’s gonna dump you soon anyway so I had no idea why you’re wasting your time.”

“Hana!” I’ve never spun so fast hearing my name being called. It was Jungkook who called from a few metres behind me. “You okay?” He half shouted. His head slightly tilted to look at Jae in front of me.

“Yeah,” I said to him and turned back around to face Jae. He was glaring at Jungkook. He scoffed before turning on his heels.

I frowned slightly. That was easy. Was it because of Jungkook?

“Hey Hana.” Jungkook had now caught up beside me.

“Hey.” I smiled at him.

“You’re heading to your locker?”

I nodded.

He grinned. “Me too. Let’s go together then.”

“Sure.”

When we reached the locker though, I had no idea why but my eyes were so quick to get locked with another pair of delicate eyes. Jimin was staring at me across the hall, frowning slightly when his eyes rested at Jungkook.

Apparently Jungkook had caught the lasers Jimin sent. He bid me goodbye immediately. “See you at the cafe later.” He said.

I smiled apologetically at him. I turned around to face my locker and jumped seconds later when someone closed my locker door harshly.

“Jimin!” I glared at him and reopened my locker door.

He had his back leaned against the locker next to me.

“Can you just quit your parttime job?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s just a friend, Jimin.”

He scoffed but didn’t comment further. “You’re done for today?”

I nodded.

“Where are you going?” He asked when he saw me turn.

“My part time job!” I said and waved him goodbye.

JIMIN’S POV

“Look, it’s the loverboy!” The boys shouted as soon as I slouched myself on the couch at the usual hangout place.

Hoseok hyung went to sit beside me, a bag of chips on his hands. “Jimin ah.” He called, face serious.

I looked at him expectantly.

“Hyung is happy for you and Hana..”

When he didn’t continue, I asked, “But..?”

“But what about Yoo Nara though?”

I frowned and just shook my head. Not something that I want to discuss now.

“You know you’re gonna have to tell Hana soon, right?”

I didn’t reply after that.

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