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perfinn · 3 months

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you're out of touch, i'm out of time

aegon ii targaryen x reader

wc: 3.3k

summary: you have a tendency to pick up strays, but when you pick up the king of westeros (who was supposed to have died hundreds of years ago), things begin to get a little complicated

cw: NSFW, f!reader, aegon being a creep (shocker), aegon being deeply pathetic (also shocker), aegon is drunk or possibly hung over, attempted sex (aegon begs for a handjob but doesn't get one)

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You’ve always been too nice. You’re aware of this unfortunate fact, though you staunchly refuse to admit it’s a weakness. Has this trait left you without necessities from time to time because you gave them to someone who needed them more? Yes, but you sleep better at night knowing that that homeless girl had sturdy new shoes, even if you had to walk home barefoot. You can always handle a bit of discomfort if it means improving someone’s day marginally. It’s not as though you’re without any sense of self preservation– you know when to say no, or when to walk away. When someone is out for their own self interest, or just plain dangerous.

You’re smart about it. Mostly. Sometimes, though, your sympathy gene takes over, and you approach the danger because you feel there’s more beneath the surface. So far, it hasn’t put you in any troubling positions. Still, first time for everything. And as you stand on the edge of the pavement, toes of your shoes swinging down into the gutter as you sway back and forth, you wonder if you’re about to break your successful streak.

There’s a man in the busy city street, raving and desperately trying to get someone’s attention. Usually, he’s the type you’d regretfully ignore for your own safety, but he seems different. He doesn’t seem like the usual King’s Landing crackheads. He’s dressed too nice, for starters. Strange, yes, but still nice. In fact, it looks to be better quality than anything you own. And he’s young– which isn't uncommon in this situation, but it always makes your heart ache when they’re young.

He looks desperate, terrified, and as another person ducks their head and walks past him, you feel yourself moving toward him. You don't know why. Maybe because you know if you leave now, you’ll not sleep tonight for the sheer guilt of passing him by. He spots you making your way over and turns to you, seeming to hope against hope that you’re going to acknowledge him.

“Hi,” you say in a calm, even voice. It's a tone you’ve gotten quite good at. You’re not professionally trained by any means, but these things generally come with the territory. “Let's get you out of the road, okay? You could get hurt.”

“What the fuck are those things?” He demands of you as a car stops to let you take him across. You wave your thanks to the driver, who looks mildly disgruntled, and take the young man gently by the arms to get him onto the pavement. “Where are the horses?”

You know he must be confused, so you’re gentle with him. “There's no horses,” you say, still holding his arms as he finally looks away from the disappearing car and into your eyes. He looks so deeply afraid, but you notice he does take a moment to look you over. You let him, trying to see the best in him and hoping it's just curiosity. It doesn't matter right now anyway, you tell yourself. “Are you okay?”

“No!” He snaps. “Course I’m not bloody okay! Where am I?!”

“You’re in King’s Landing,” you say. “Let's get you somewhere quiet, okay? Are you hungry?”

“This,” he laughs in disbelief, looking around. “Is not King’s Landing, I know what King’s Landing looks like!”

“Okay,” you nod. “I believe you. Let's go sit down, I’ll buy you something to eat.”

The man looks at you with what you think is an offended scowl, but the offer of food does seem to intrigue him. “And wine?”

“No,” you say, and he deflates.

He scratches at his chin, but nods in agreement. “Yes, fine.”

You smile, a bit of relief easing the worry in your ribs. Sometimes people won't cooperate, or they’ll turn you away when you say you won't buy them booze or give them money outright. This young man seems to be content enough without wine, so you wave your hand and lead him down the road toward the nearest fast food joint.

He follows behind you, panicked eyes still looking around as though he's never seen the world before. It's not wonder, but something close to anger, indignation maybe. You make it to a diner you like, opening the door for him. He's clearly astounded by the ugly cacophony of colours inside, but you can't blame him. You don't come here for the aesthetics.

“Go sit down?” You tell him gently, framing it like a suggestion as you point to your favourite booth. He scowls, but does as bid.

The teen behind the counter takes little notice of your strange company. It's King’s Landing, he's probably seen something ten times as strange already today. Once you’ve paid, you join your new stray, sitting down across from him and folding your hands on the table.

“So, what's your name?” You ask him, and he looks away from the bustling street outside the window to stare at you in what you assume is disbelief.

“What’s my name?” He echoes, leaning slightly over the table. “Are you serious?”

You blink. That’s… not a question anyone’s ever been mad at you for. You learned quickly which questions to steer clear of to avoid pissing people off.

He scoffs, leaning back in his seat and tapping a dirtied fingernail against the peeling surface of the table. “Aegon,” he says, almost experimentally. Like he's testing the waters.

You nod politely, and tell him yours.

He stares at you. “Nothing? Aegon? You’ve not heard the name Aegon?”

“Well, of course I have,” you say, confused smile pulling at your lips. “It's a common enough name. I think I knew a guy in school named Aegon–”

“You have been to school?” Aegon asks, eyebrows shooting up and a laugh spilling from his mouth. He leans back, dragging his hands over his clammy face. “Have I been drugged?!”

You’d put serious money on that being a resounding yes.

“This is crazy,” he says, leaning forward again. He says your name slowly, glancing around before his eyes land on you. “Can you tell me what's going on?”

You bite your lip, thankful when the cashier calls out your order number. You rush to get up and get it, fearing you may be way out of your depth this time. He talks like he’s never seen the world before, and his comment about you having gone to school… none of it makes any sense. You’ve never even had the thought of dropping someone off with someone who’s better equipped to handle problems of this magnitude, but Aegon has you really considering it. When you return with the tray of food and set it down, Aegon has the specials menu in hand and is squinting at it.

“I got you what I usually get,” you say, setting the tray down and placing his wrapped burger in front of him, leaving the fries on the tray. “Aegon, I want to help you, but I’m at a bit of a loss.”

“That certainly makes two of us,” Aegon says, unwrapping the burger curiously. “What meat is this?”

“It’s beef,” you tell him, unwrapping your own. He watches as you take a bite of yours, and he nods as though in satisfaction before taking a hefty bite of his. “Aegon, I want to understand what’s going on in your head. Can you just…”

You’re not sure how to say it, really. It’s invasive, and you don’t want him to feel like you believe he’s crazy, or lying.

“What’s your deal?”

He chews slowly on his burger, eyeing you suspiciously. “My deal,” he echoes, lips turned down in a scowl. “Is that I’m the King of Westeros.”

You nod slowly, biting into your burger so you don’t have to answer right away. You hope if you stay silent long enough, he’ll feel compelled to keep talking.

“King Aegon,” he says slowly, like you’re the deluded one. “Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name, Protector of the Realm, all the rest. Are you serious?”

You swallow your mouthful and nod. You’re not particularly well versed in history, but the titles ring a bell. It’s some sort of messiah complex, you’d wager. Trying your best not to seem dismissive, you pull out your phone. “Let me see,” you say.

“What’s that?” He asks, leaning forward and trying to snatch it from you. You move it out of his way, yelping softly in contrition.

“My phone!” You say. “I’m just looking you up, Aegon.”

“You’re what?” He says, looking horrified. “Give me that!”

“Dude, no! Let me just–” You stand up from your seat to be out of his reach, hurriedly typing the name he’d told you into the search bar. “Look, I know the name Targaryen, that’s the Conqueror's name!”

“Yes! Aegon the Conqueror!” He cries. “You’re finally making sense!”

“What? No, I mean Daenerys!”

“Who!?”

“Aegon, sit back down!” You snap, and he pauses in his pursuit of your phone, stunned into silence by your firm tone. Slowly, he returns to his seat, picking up a fry to eat it.

“Only because I want to,” he says childishly.

You frown at him, shaking your head before looking back at your phone as it pulls up the results for your search.

‘Aegon II Targaryen, also known as Aegon the Elder, was the sixth Targaryen king to sit the Iron Throne, succeeding his father, Viserys I Targaryen, as Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.’

The search pulls up a picture as well, one of those terribly done paintings from the dark ages. It’s hard to say whether the Aegon in front of you looks much like the one in the painting, but he does have the same pale blonde hair and violet eyes. He’s a lot more pathetic than the portrait, too. He has the qualities of a wet cat, and you hate that it’s somewhat endearing. When you keep scrolling, you find a painting that can’t have been contemporary. This is a more detailed portrait, likely from half a century ago, where Aegon is covered in burns and lies dead in a carriage.

You look up, meeting the wary eyes of the confused but un-burned man before you, and slowly sit back down. You know that he isn’t actually the king from nearly a millennium ago, but there’s an uncanny quality about him that makes you want to doubt the logical truth. His clothes, for one. You don’t know many homeless guys with such fine embroidery on their clothes. And there’s his features… you know them to be Valyrian, but rarely does anyone still pop up with the stark blond and violet irises. You remember well enough from your high school history classes that the Targaryen dynasty had those features.

“What does your little brick do?”

You blink, looking down at it and pulling up the contemporary portrait – part of you tells you not to show him the other. He scowls at it, but nods. “Seven hells, that’s not flattering. Where did you get this miniature? You have this and yet claim not to know me? What game do you play?”

You sigh. He truly doesn’t understand, does he?

“Aegon, what year do you think it is?”

He rears back and regards you with more suspicion. “129 AC,” he says.

“And what were you doing before this?”

“I will not tell you that,” he says. “You’re one of Rhaenyra’s spies, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know who Rhaenyra is,” you say softly. “I’m sorry, Aegon, I’m not a history buff.”

“History–” He stops, and goes deathly silent for a long moment, as though the whole situation is finally processing for him. You wonder if it’s the stench of wine that hangs off him explains his slow processing. “What year do you think it is?”

You tell him the year, even tack today’s date on for him. He stares are you, and you can see his brain buffering yet again.

“Seven hells,” he murmurs. You find you share a similar sentiment.

He picks up his burger and begins to eat it slowly. He’s silent for a long while, eyes seeming far away as he contemplates. You try not to stare at him, but it's no easy task.

“This is going to sound crazy,” he says after a long while. “But I believe I may have travelled… through time.”

“I’d say so, yeah,” you respond. At this point, it's the only explanation. You’d usually say something about eliminating all the impossible options, but that just doesn't work here. Time travel is impossible, or it should be. And it's possible Aegon is just suffering from a deeply intense messiah complex. But that doesn't seem right. Your instincts haven't led you wrong before, you’re not about to ignore them now.

“What am I going to do?” asks Aegon.

You want to tell him you’re going to try to find a way to get him back to his own time, but you’re struck once more with the image of him burned and twisted, dead in a carriage. How can you send him back to his fate knowing his grisly end?

You take in the man in front of you, this historical figure you’d never heard of until five minutes ago, and bite your lip. “We’ll figure it out,” you promise him. “You… can stay with me until we do.”

That’s probably dumb, and you’ll probably regret it. But not more than you would regret leaving him out on the streets.

“I suppose,” sighs Aegon like he’s spoiled for choice. You get up to ask for a bag for your food, glancing back as Aegon chews sadly on his burger.

You get Aegon back to your place, and he wanders into the flat ahead of you. You watch him go with a soft huff, rolling your eyes. If everything else hadn’t convinced you, his attitude is proof positive that he’s from the past. He has all the entitlement of a prince and none of the consideration of those around him that modern men have (sometimes) gained.

Your flat isn't much, two bedrooms and mostly paid for by your university. You had a flatmate for a time, but their sudden withdrawal left you without anyone and the school doesn’t seem to have noticed. Aegon can stay in the empty room until you figure him out.

Aegon’s standing in your living room, staring in wonder at the decor you’ve collected over the course of your degree, at your television, maybe he’s just looking at all of it. He’s turning in a slow circle, eyes narrowed.

“This is very nice for a commoner. Very strange, but it is not… disgusting.” He pauses in his assessing, looking between you and the ridiculous tapestry you purchased one night after far too many drinks. “Who is this man?”

“Oh, he’s this guy from a movie,” you say, not really processing that he won’t understand what a movie is. He stands there, dumbstruck, while you go to put your leftover food in the fridge.

“A what?”

“Just… don’t worry about it. There’s going to be a lot for you to take in, but with any luck you won’t be here too long.” You come back over to him, taking him in. He looks out of place standing here in his king’s threads. “Let me get you something to wear.”

“There’s nothing wrong with this,” he says, shifting and taking in your clothes. “Where is your father? Your husband?”

“My father is in my hometown, and I don’t have a husband.”

“You live without a man?” He eyes you suspiciously. “A whore?”

“Okay,” you say, gently grabbing him by the shoulders and walking him over to the sofa. “Sit here, I have some men’s clothes lying around. Do not move.”

Aegon huffs, rolling his eyes and sitting back with folded arms. You wonder, as you go into your room to find something for him, if he’s heard the word ‘no’ very much in his life. It wouldn’t seem that way, but sometimes the way he reacts to you telling him off leaves you thinking otherwise. He’s a bigger mystery than you’ve ever faced, but something tells you he’s worth it.

You emerge after a while to see him flicking through the book you’d left on your coffee table, frowning. He looks up when you enter, setting the book down. “Your home is peculiar,” he informs you.

“I know,” you say, handing him the soft clothes you’d found. “Student housing is kind of a lottery. You can get changed in the spare room, if you want. I’m going to go shower. If you get hungry, your leftovers are in that big white box there, okay?”

“Yes, yes, whatever.”

You watch him enter the near-empty bedroom and shut the door, heaving a heavy sigh before you go off to your own room. You don't shower. Instead, you pull out your computer and set out to learn all that you possibly can about Aegon.

What you learn twists your stomach into knots so tight you feel that they would trap the nausea that grips your throat from escaping. Aegon was no saint, no, but what you find is that his life is steeped in tragedy. If he believes himself to be king now but remains unburned by his cousin’s dragon, he must be near the end of his life; but the worst of his troubles have yet to begin.

It is strange to think of the pathetic and bratty man in your flat as growing into the role of a king, if one could say he ever did. He seems nothing but a lost young man, unloved but for the power he afforded his Hightower family.

The reports on him are so extensive and exhaustive that an hour has passed before you realise you haven’t been disturbed. You get up from your desk, wondering if Aegon has somehow wandered out of your flat and back onto the street.

When you open the door, you’re greeted by the sight of your kitchen cabinets strewn open, and your cheap bottle of vodka now empty on the counter. Aegon is sprawled on your sofa, cradling a novelty ceramic beer mug you won in a pub quiz in your first year.

“Seven hells,” you mumble, going over to him and snatching the cup from him to be met with his whining protests. You sniff the cup, nose scrunching in disgust at the acetone-y smell. “Not even a mixer…”

Aegon looks up at you, trying to reach for the cup and whining your name. At least he changed into the sweats. The King’s Landing University jumper rather suits him, actually.

“Please,” he says, looking even more closely akin to a wet cat. He seems on the verge of tears. “You’re pretty, do you know?”

“I’ve heard,” you say, setting the cup down on the coffee table and turning to him.

He grabs your wrist, tugging you closer with surprising strength considering how sloshed he is. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers. He almost sings your name. “Will you get me off?”

“Wh- Aegon!” You snap, tearing your wrist away. “No!”

“Please! Just your hand, you’ve got such soft hands!”

“Aegon,” you hiss. “No. You’re drunk. Even if I wanted to, that wouldn't be okay. You don't know what you're saying.”

Aegon pouts at you, falling back against the sofa and letting out a soft hiccup. “That doesn't make sense.”

“Maybe not in your time,” you say, grabbing him a blanket and laying it over him. “Gods- just- just try to get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk in the morning when you're fully sober.”

“I’ll die before that,” he says, snuggling up to the soft blanket with a ridiculous cartoon of a wolf on it. Another of your decor purchases you thought would be hilarious in the moment. You grab his cup and pour what’s left of the vodka into the sink before gathering up your remaining bottles and vowing to take them to the cabinet in your room with a lock.

“Maybe. But if you vomit on my carpet, you’ll be paying the cleaning bill, your grace.”

#don't love this but i need to get it out of my system in the hopes that someone else will #my work #aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #i cant be fucked adding more tags #aegon ii targaryen fanfic #excet thst one #yootioot

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totally-not-a-tickle-blog · 4 months

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Lee!Lucifer X Ler!Reader Scenario

Warnings: Some swearing but that's all, only did it for comfort.

Author's note: Lucifer. Brainrot. That's everything I have to say for now 😞🙏💞

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"Be careful with those, they don't get pretty all by themselves, y'know?" Lucifer says with a calm smile, which quickly shifts to a more "cocky" smirk. "Well, maybe they do."

You chuckle at his stupid comment, slowly returning your eyes to your main goal: his wings. A pair of wings was already amazing for you, but now three? No way you would lose the chance to check on them. See them, admire them, touch them...

You slowly caress one of them, taking a good look and with your eyes almost shining in amusement. "They're so soft..."

"Right?"

But as you keep stroking his wings and exploring each inch, you can hear a light snicker coming from him. He cover his mouth and looks away, not wanting to interrupt you.

"Huh? What happened?"

"N-Nothing, nothing. Just be extra careful there, alright?" Lucifer answers, looking at what people normally call a 'wingpit'.

"Ah... does it hurt? Sorry if I-"

"No no you didn't hurt me, it's just... ehhh... y'know..." He tries his best to explain without actually turning it even more embarassing, making a few hand movements aswell. "...sensitive?"

It took you a few seconds to understand, but once you did, your confused expression changed almost instantely.

"Oh, alright. I'll be gentle." But as you spoke, your fingers traced around that same spot once again. "See?"

Lucifer jumped a little on his bed.

"Okay, now this one was on purpose!"

"No idea what you're talking about."

The rythm of your fingers did not changed, basically dancing on Lucifer's wings. Everything he was able to do was cover his eyes with a single hand, using the other to grab the sheets tightly.

"Goddahahammit!"

"Wow, your feathers are so nice to touch... I could stay here all day." You say, wearing the happiest smirk you could have right now.

His superior wing flapped lightly as you kept tickling it, only making it worse for Lucifer himself as you now barely needed to move your hand.

"You better not hit me with those."

"It's really hahard not tohoho!"

"...was that a complain or a threat?"

"Bohoth- AH!"

You knew he wouldn't help himself, this man just loved giving you motives to keep going. As a consequence of his "rebel" answer, you let go of his wings, going straight to his ribs.

"H-HEHEHEY!"

"I just felt offended! I'm complimenting you, and you're threatening me to attack me with your wings? Tsk, tsk... not nice."

"COME OHOHON!"

Due his constant squirming, you decided to put a little pressure, pushing him down to the bed to make it easier for the both of you. His wings were so fun to watch too, it was almost like he was about to open flight.

"Just don't fly outta here." You joked.

His giggles and laughter were a mix now, creating this goofy yet adorable (in your opinion atleast) laugh of his. Lucifer kicked strongly in the air, trying to avoid using that huge strength of his on you and end up pushing you away; or worse, throw you away.

The demon's ribs began to have a bit more of mercy as you moved your fingers off of them, but only so you could reach his armpits. They moved very very slowly, tickling all the way 'til there.

"W-Wait! Wait! I- I knohohow what you're doing, dohohon't you dare!"

"Nothing is stopping me to do so..."

"Because I cahahan't! Hehehehe!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his poor attempt to make it look like he's not letting you do that. "Will it make you happier if I pretend that I believe you?"

"Yehehes! Wait, nohoho!" Your teases were making him way too nervous to think coherently, much less speak. "Fuhuhuck, I don't knohohow!"

"If you say so." Just a few more inches before it hits a death spot... "I won't stop, because I'm evil and I love seeing you "suffer" with your oh, so "hated" tickles!"

"G-Gah- No- Nahahah-"

"And you know what would make me even more evil?"

"I don't wanna know! I dohon't wanna know!!"

It felt just like a button. You pressed his armpits, and Lucifer let out a cackle as soon as you did so.

He tried to roll from one side to another, and as he tried to protect his own weak points, it just made your thumbs get stuck there. All you needed to do was wiggle them, tickling them whenever you feel like it.

"SHIHIHIT! SHIT! SHIHIHIT! I CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT!"

"Just raise your arms, like that I can get my hands back!"

"THEN STOHOP MOVING YOUR FIHIHIHINGERS!"

You went silent, looking away with a bratty smile. "Now you're asking for too much."

"OH HOW I HAHATE YOHOHOU!"

It would be just a matter of time until you stopped and finally let him rest, but for that, Lucifer needed to grow tired of the tickles first.

No, you didn't need to "free him".

After all, getting rid of you was a task that he could've done as soon as you touched him.

He just decided not to.

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yuna542 · 11 months

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›Bad Idea‹

Pairing: Hong Woojin × Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers

Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, hate sex, ANGST, fingering, bruises

Word Count: 6.1k

Note: Part 2… God I have so many ideas for Storys yet so little time to actually write them. But good news: I‘m soon on vacation, that means I‘ll have a lot time for writing. Hope you like this part. There will be big drama soon~ Much love

Summary: As Gunwoo‘s little sister he wanted you to finally meet his best friend. Unfortunately you don't get along. He gets on your nerves, you fight all the time and yet you can't stop messing with each other. One evening you get into a dangerous situation and end up bruised and bloody at his apartment. And you suddenly have to ask yourself: Why do you feel so attracted to that idiot?

Chapter 3:

The Mistake

Waiting, you stared at him when he made no move to turn around.

"Do you want me to change in front of you?" you asked accusingly, and that's when he seemed to remember his manners. With a wry grin, he ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, I wouldn't mind."

Stunned, you grabbed a pillow from the sofa and threw it at him to hide how your face flushed with redness. But he caught it and laughed derisively.

"Okay calm down! I'm going to take a shower too. Can you watch the ramen? It just needs a few more minutes."

Then he disappeared into the bathroom as well, and you heard the water being turned on.

After slipping into his clothes, which were of course too big for you, you had to admit that they didn't look as bad as you thought.

But you definitely wouldn't tell him that.

You continued to prepare the ramen, filling it into two bowls that you placed on the living room table, and just as you were tasting it, Woojin came out of the bathroom.

You nearly choked on a noodle at the unannounced sight of his wet adonis-like torso. He had a towel wrapped around his hips, surrounded by refreshing steam and you were sure it only took a gust of wind to loosen it. The mere thought made your whole head glow and you tried not to let on how hot you thought his entire appearance was. It was wrong to think such things and you were disgusted by your own mind. It was Woojin after all. A dickhead and an idiot with no manners or empathy.

He rubbed his hair dry with a towel and as he did so, his biceps stood out and his abs tightened. You felt reminded of history class because he looked like one of those ancient statues carved out of marble depicting naked bodies of the gods.

The bruises and red marks all over his ribs and stomach already looked nasty, and you scrunched your nose as he came closer.

"Does it hurt a lot?" you asked, pointing to one of the biggest bruises that was just below his chest.

He looked down at himself, threw away the towel in his hand, and shook his head. Casually, he dropped down on the sofa next to you and grabbed one of the bowls and chopsticks.

"It's no big deal," he dismissed it, lying.

In fact, every breath hurt like hell and he feared that a rib or two had been broken, but he would never have admitted that in his life. Not in front of you. You stared at him in disbelief for a while and before you could stretch out your finger, he caught your hand and looked at you with a warning tone:

„Don’t you dare!“, he said and you snorted amused. So you had your answer that he was just playing the hero. But you left it at that, because his tight grip on your hand was already messing up your insides again. With one last warning look, he let go of your hand and tried to look unbothered.

As you continued to eye him concerned, he shook his head like a wet dog, and when you nudged him in annoyance at the drops of water hitting you, he just grinned broadly.

"Bon appétit!" he said enthusiastically, and so you ate in silence.

The fact that he was wearing only a towel played with your mind and you tried not to stare at his body all the time, although that was getting increasingly difficult.

It wasn't long before your bowls were empty.

Woojin took them to the kitchen and when he returned, you nibbled your lower lip uneasily. He looked at you unobtrusively.

It was strange to see you sitting cross-legged, in his clothes on his couch and despite everything you looked like a princess. A sight he never imagined to see.

"Ah shit," you cursed and groaned in pain as you put too much strain on your hand.

Silently, he sat down next to you again and grabbed your hand as if it was natural. He turned it and looked at your scraped knuckles in the light. With a furrowed brow, you watched as he palpated your wrist and pulled your hand away with a hiss as a sharp pain shot through your arm.

"Ouch! Be careful, dickhead! What are you doing?" you whimpered, and he glared at you again.

"Stop bitching around! I'm trying to help so Gunwoo doesn't rip my head off. Luckily you just bruised it because you snapped your wrist when you punched him."

Questioningly, you looked at his hands, which he demonstratively clenched into fists.

"You see that? Your wrist must always be tense when you punch, otherwise you can break your hand," he explained and you made a fist as well.

"Like this?" you asked curiously, holding it out to him.

Carefully he enclosed it with his strong fingers and straightened your wrist. His skin was warm on yours and you resisted the urge to grab his hand at the last moment.

"Almost. That's it. You have to keep it straight and tense as you punches," he said, smiling delightedly. It was clear how much fun he was having teaching you some of his passion.

You caught yourself smiling pleasantly as well, as you watched the enthusiastic gleam in his eyes while he spoke. He continued to hold your hand and that's when your eyes met.

As you gazed at each other in silence, the air became electrically charged and something in your stomach fluttered uneasily.

"Do you want me to take a look at that? That looks pretty bad," he said then, pointing to the wound on your eyebrow.

Before you could even answer, he already fetched a first aid kit, which he probably needed often, and spread it out in front of you.

"Can you put some clothes on first?" you asked before he could come closer, fearing you would lose your mind if he touched you like that too. You waved your hand in front of his chest, while you tried to avoid eye contact:

„That is irritating...“

He himself seemed to have completely forgotten that he was half naked and took a pair of boxershorts from the pile of clothes and slipped into them without further ado.

„Oh really? I thought you could handle a real man“, he provoked and was obviously proud of his stupid saying. You just crossed your arms and looked up to him with raised eyebrows.

„I could if there was one here.“

Offended, he mumbled something unintelligible, which certainly was an insult and rummaged in the pile of clothes. Then he put on a black shirt with the typical 'Metallica' lettering printed on it, before he sat down in front of you again and leaned your head on the chin to the side to have a better view of the cut on your eyebrow.

With skillful moves, he prepared disinfection, a wound ointment and a plaster. It was obvious that he was skilled at this. You already knew the procedure from Gunwoo as well.

You had treated him and his best friend countless times when they came home after training or a fight. Not only boxers knew quickly about such things, but also their environment.

"Now that hurts a little bit. I'm counting to three. One..."

And already he pressed the swab with the disinfectant on the spot and you squeaked loudly in pain. It was obviously the revenge for your mean comment.

Angrily, you punched him in the shoulder. This time your wrist was tense, yet it seemed to have no effect on him.

"What the hell! You said on the count of three!" you snapped at him, squinting your eyes as your entire head seemed to be on fire. God you hated him so much.

"It must come unexpectedly. It’s better," he replied, clearly amused, and dabbed the ointment on your wound with such gentleness as you were not used to from him.

Expertly, he stuck a plaster above your eyebrow and looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Voilà!" he presented it with both hands and smiled.

"Now it's your turn!" you said then and he nodded curtly.

"Okay. But please don't make it worse than it is," he replied teasingly and you gave him an annoyed look. As you set to work dabbing the wounds, you asked in passing:

"Why did you help me?"

"You're my best friend's sister. So you're my responsibility, too."

Your eyes met for a moment and there was that crackling energy again, making your skin tingle. Quickly you averted your eyes and pressed the swab with disinfectant on his wound to stop whatever was happening. It was almost panic as you avoided his gaze. He twitched slightly, but didn't make a sound.

"I mean how did you find me?"

The question had been burning on your tongue ever since he had suddenly appeared and beaten the assholes to a mush.

"I stayed at the party to keep an eye on you. Then when you left, I followed you."

Briefly, you paused and looked at him suspiciously.

"That's kind of creepy..."

He leaned against the back of the sofa with one arm and tilted his head a little.

"Oh well, you're lucky I was there."

He was right about that. Without him, something really bad would have happened. You didn't even want to imagine how it would have turned out if he hadn't shown up like a knight in shining armour.

But then something occurred to you.

"You've been watching me? The whole time?" you asked, thinking about your little makeout session with the guy. Had he seen all of that?

"It wasn't my idea... Gunwoo wanted me to watch you."

That made more sense. Your brother had told him to do it. Woojin probably didn't care at all what happened to you. You breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't bring up making out. He probably hadn't even noticed.

You nodded slowly and began spreading the cream on his wounds.

"Thanks anyway."

He watched as your eyes wandered intently over his face, trying to get every detail. How your eyebrows lifted slightly when you spoke or how you nibbled on your lower lip when you were thinking or concentrating.

Your slender fingers felt comfortable against his skin and he secretly wished you would never stop touching him.

"There is one thing that does interest me..."

"Huh?"

"Why did you just leave the poor guy? Was he that bad?" he asked, and immediately your heart flipped over and heat shot into your cheeks. Embarrassed, you cleared your throat and tried to avoid his gaze.

So he had seen it after all and couldn't just let it go.

And the worst part was that he clearly enjoyed the way shame turned your cheeks red and you uncomfortably brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"No... he... I was... that's not the..."

You cursed yourself for only stammering coming out of your mouth, but Woojin had caught you off guard. Why were you so uncomfortable talking to him about it, and why didn't he stop looking at you so piercingly? Under no circumstances would you have told him the truth. That you had been thinking about him while someone else was all over you. You hated the fact yourself and still blamed it on the alcohol.

The corners of his mouth twitched knowingly and only now did you notice how close his lips hovered in front of yours. You had been so focused on treating his wound that you hadn't noticed how close your faces were in front of each other.

If you wanted to, you just had to lean forward a little and you could touch his lips with yours.

"So?" he asked teasingly, his voice getting a lot deeper.

His shimmering eyes made you all jittery and when he put his hand on your hip, your breathing only faltered.

"He just wasn't my type," you tried to end the subject, spreading the last of the ointment on his cheek.

"What's your type?" he continued to ask, and you hated his handsome face, prominent jawline and those engaging eyes for making you a flustered mess.

"Why do you want to know?" you mumbled, putting the ointment down and freezing as he lifted your chin with his index finger so you had to look him in the eye.

"Just out of curiosity."

Was he flirting with you? No he couldn't be. He was just messing with you and would laugh at you at any moment for taking it from him. After all, he didn't even like you and you didn't like him, so what was all this about?

"I can tell you what's not my type..."

"I'm listening."

His eyes were luminous in the dim light of his apartment. Your voice was low, but soft as velvet.

"Guys who are cheeky and ruthless. Act stupid all the time. Who don't know when to shut up. Who prefer to solve their problems with their fists rather than their mind. And think with their dick rather than their brain."

"Then I'm your walking nightmare."

You snorted in amusement and there your noses brushed against each other. The brief contact was enough to make everything go crazy in your head.

"And you? What kind of girls are you into?" you asked, just to say something.

Maybe to stop what was about to happen. He put his hand gently against your cheek and you could feel his warm breath brush against your lips as he spoke. You were both fighting an internal battle, wanting to break away from each other and put as much distance between you as necessary. However, your bodies did not obey.

"Until now, I thought I knew."

The rasp in his voice gave you goosebumps. Everything in you screamed to flee, to push him away and never speak a word to him again. But the heat rushed in your ears and your body no longer listened to you.

"What do you mea..." you were interrupted when his lips collided with yours and he pulled you stormily closer.

The defiant voice in your head grew quieter and the kiss was chaotic, emotional. Just as you knew Woojin and sensual at the same time.

His tongue slid over your lower lip and as soon as you opened your lips a little, your tongues fought for dominance. His hands slid to your hips, reaching for you, and you buried your fingers in the fabric of his shirt at his chest. Soon the whole thing was just a mess of tongues, teeth, groping and greedy touches.

All the tension between you, the anger and adrenaline of tonight unloaded between you and he tasted so addictive you never wanted to taste anything else. You didn't know if it was minutes, maybe hours, when you broke away from each other, panting.

Only then did you remember what was actually happening.

"What the... How," you stammered and ran your hands through your hair, overwhelmed. You couldn't bear to look each other in the eye for even a second, afraid of what else you would conjure up.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid," he muttered, and then you dared to look at him again. His lips lured seductively.

It all didn't matter now anyway, did it?

"Yes. It was."

He took a rasping breath as you grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and roughly pulled him closer again.

"Do it again!" you murmured, and he didn't need to be told twice. Relieved, his hands flew to your hips and your lips crashed together again. He pulled you onto his lap and you buried your fingers in his hair as you licked incessantly into each other's mouths.

The kiss was heated and more passionate than anything you had ever experienced. Like a fire it burned everything to ashes and his hands explored your body everywhere the fabric revealed a strip of skin.

"Shit you taste like candy," he murmured between kisses to your lips, spreading them along your jawline. A sigh escaped you as he grazed the sensitive spot behind your ear and you unconsciously rolled your hips against him.

He turned you on in a way that made your heart pound and your head spin. Briefly he paused and looked at the strangulation marks on your neck left by the gorilla.

Carefully he stroked the reddened areas and you thought you felt relief only from his touch.

Then he gently brushed his lips over them, caressing your skin as if he could heal it like that, and you laid your head back with your eyes closed while he worked his magic all over your neck. It was unreal how he melted your whole body just with that.

He ran his hands under your shirt and stroked your belly, your sides, up to your back. Gradually you couldn't stand it anymore. Your core pulsed excitedly and you wanted everything from him at once.

"Stop teasing!" you gasped as he sank his teeth into your neck. He lifted his gaze and looked like a puppy with those shiny eyes and excited smile.

"I can't help it. You're too cute, the way you're so desperately grinding on me."

Startled, you only now noticed how you rolled your hips against his middle. Your body had taken on a life of its own, desperately trying to create more friction to soothe the immense desire in your lower belly.

"Are you blushing?" he teased, squeezing your hips.

"Are you shy after all?"

Annoyed by his jokes and arrogance, you unceremoniously pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You could play this game, too. He should realize that he wasn't in control.

Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and his gaze was immediately glued to your naked body. He stared at your perfect breasts that he had imagined so many times when you came rushing into Gunwoo's room in those short pajama shirts that were way too small for you to yell at them to turn down the music.

"Fuck... Your tits are really perfect," escaped him and he immediately grabbed your breasts with both hands, cupped them and groped them while he spread kisses on your collarbone again.

"Do you think about my tits often?" you asked provocatively, gasping as soon as he sucked your skin and kneaded the soft flesh of your tits in his hands. The heat flowed together in a river between your legs and you could feel his hardened length through the fabric of his boxers.

"No wonder when you dress so slutty...you always run around in those short clothes at home when I'm there," he shot back less eloquent, completely distracted by your curves and soft skin. Soon his mouth closed around your nipple and he also worked your soft skin on your breasts as if he couldn't get enough.

You pushed him back roughly on his chest until he hit the back of the sofa and looked up at you with a mischievous expression on his face.

"You're insulting me while you're groping me all desperate?" you asked incredulously, taking advantage of the moment to take a breath.

"I thought you couldn't stand me?"

He pressed your hips harder against his in response, so that his hard dick pressed right up against your needy cunt. It was a little scary how big he felt through the fabric.

"I can't stand you. But I still think you're hot. Stop with the sass mouth. I know you want me!" he replied sharply and you laughed in amusement.

"You have a really overrated self-esteem."

Nevertheless, with greedy fingers you finally ripped his shirt off his body and stroked his bruises with care. His abs felt hard under your fingers and you sucked in a sharp breath as he began to rub your hips against his hard length.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, placing kisses all over your chest, nibbling on your neck. You threw your head back, growing,

"Fuck, If i didn't I wouldn't be half-naked on you."

Satisfied, he grabbed your ass and stood up with you as if you weighed no more than a feather. You held onto his neck and so he carried you to his room.

Red LED lights bathed the small room in an spicy atmosphere and in the corner of the room was a bed on which he placed you. He stepped between your legs and climbed over you until he was looking down on you.

He enjoyed the sight of your exposed body beneath him and before he could gape any further, you pulled him down to you and kissed him again.

At the same time he helped you get rid of the sweatpants and couldn’t stop touching your skin everywhere. You could feel his dick pressed against your thigh through his underwear, and your cunt tingled excitedly as his hands traveled agonizingly slowly down your belly.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" he whispered in your ear, his fingers playing across the surface of your underwear and making you very, very aware of how wet they were.

"You are so arrogant. It's disgusting you know?" you said with a razor sharp tone that made his eyebrows twitch. It was the typical expression you always saw when you got on his nerves and managed to make him angry.

You tried not to look particularly impressed as he brushed his hand over your inner thigh, and yet as soon as he stroked your covered middle, you exhaled loudly.

"Uhh... Do you think you can resist much longer? Just admit you want me," he purred and god he had no idea how much you wanted to tear the last shred of fabric from his trained body, so that he would fuck you senseless. But instead you stubbornly withstood his gaze and let your fingers wander in circles over his chest.

"Do you really think you can satisfy me? You seem to have quite a bit to compensate for.... ah"

A short cry, more like a surprised moan escaped you as he slipped his hand unannounced into your panties and sank two fingers inside you.

Smugly, he began pumping them into your wet cunt while your mouth was open and you clung tensely to his upper arm, which he used to support himself next to your head. He looked down at you with a dangerous grin, like a predator eyeing its prey, and you could no longer hide what his touches were doing to you.

His thumb began to massage your clit at the same time and the heat in your lower abdomen clenched into a coil of pure fire. Whatever he did with his fingers made you drift off completely into the fog of ecstasy and the sinful moan he tore from you was like a reward for him.

"That sounds so much better... If I had known your moans sounded so pretty, I would have shut you up by doing this much sooner."

His words made the anger rise in you again. Why could you absolutely dislike each other, and yet it was the hottest thing you had ever experienced?

He sped up the motions of his fingers and the room was filled with the wet sounds and your moans as he memorized every expression on your face. You were beautiful the way you looked at him out of those angry big eyes, but couldn't hide the way your high rolled relentlessly closer.

"Don't you dare stop!" you gasped breathlessly, and he just laughed softly as your fingernails dug into his arm and he felt your cunt clench around his fingers.

"Don't worry. I want to see your face when you come around my fingers," he breathed against your ear and sucked on your neck, working his way back down and wrapping his lips around your nipple. He bit into it lightly while you were already starting to see stars.

His long fingers and mouth on your heated skin was enough to drive you over the top.

Trembling, you buried your hands in his hair and tugged on his strands overwhelmed as the world around you faded into white while you moaned his name as you came.

He savored your high to the last second and then he pulled his fingers out of your panties. While your chest rose and fell frantically and you tried to get back in touch with reality, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked your juices off of them.

Then he leaned down to you again and kissed you. With the kiss you slowly drifted back to reality. He had given you the best orgasm of your life only with his fingers. You could only imagine what it would be like to feel his dick.

The kiss was messy and hurried, tongues exploring every corner they could find and gradually swayed into sensuality. He grinded his hard dick against your inner thigh and you could clearly feel how impatient he was getting.

You felt how you became addicted to more, which is why you ran your fingers down his stomach. Even though you saw him half naked every day at training, it was something else to feel his muscles. Firm and seductive pressed against your soft body.

Almost playfully, you let your fingers wander over his waistband of boxers, sliding them in a bit as he greedily licked into your mouth and kneaded your breast with one hand.

He exhaled rattling as you rubbed your covered pussy right against his dick and he felt the soaked fabric even through his underwear. Your body was like a drug he would probably never get off of again.

His dick was so hard it was already painful and you smiled as he broke the kiss, breathlessly almost begging:

"Can I fuck you?"

"Just shut the fuck up and do it already!" you replied and it was as if you had given the starting signal for a boxing match. He tore off his underwear and got rid of your panties in record speed.

When his cock jumped free and bounced heavily against his belly, you couldn't suppress a surprised gasp.

He was indeed big... Very big.

When he noticed your gaze, he smiled with satisfaction and lined himself up with you.

"Still think I need to compensate for something?" he asked mockingly and you could feel his tip already at your entrance.

"Do you want to talk or fuck me?" you shot back as your cunt was already pulsing impatiently and you wanted to finally feel him. Even if it would hurt.

"You're so incredibly annoying..." he grumbled, and held your hips in place, so that you couldn't move back from his massive cock. Before you could retort anything snarky, he pushed in one unbroken movement inside of you and your entire body came alive with electric pleasure that has you gasping as he held you there, with his hands firmly on your hips to stop you from wiggling away. As he draws back and pushes back in so hard your vision splits with stars and heat explodes beneath your skin.

It hurt as he stretched you out and you could only see through the tears how much he enjoyed your fucked out face as he proved to you that he wasn't just talking stupid. You clawed at his back and your gasps quickly turned to pornographic moans. The pain was flooded and washed away by the arousal the more he stretched you out.

His thrusts hit something inside of you that made you soon choke on your moans, because you were still so tangled up from his fingers teasing you that you were close again already, and you knew exactly that he's never going to let you live this down.

Woojin was a professional athlete, you knew that. But now you realised behind closed doors, under the sheets, he was an olypian.

He set a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, deeper inside of you every time. The world around you blurred in arousal and you wrapped your legs around his hips as he seemed to hit deeper with every thrust. His bed squeaked dangerously and banged loudly against the wall. Woojin's neighbors would probably barely be able to sleep a second, but you couldn't care less.

"You feel incredible," he gasped, intercepting your whimpers with intense kisses, and you felt yourself falling apart at any moment. When he perceived that your body was tensing, he intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed your hand into the mattress beside your head.

"Woojin... fuck... I'm gonna..."

You didn't remember how to form words or put them in proper order, but he understood you even without words. He read your reactions and your body like a book.

"It's okay, dollface! Come around my cock!"

At that moment, something exploded in your head and your orgasm gripped you with such force that you moaned his name loudly and your walls almost crushed him. It was like your body was burning and your brain was turning to mush. If you died now, you would be beyond pissed because you were with Woojin, but at least you had the best sex of your whole life.

"Fuck... oh fuck," he moaned, and a low growl escaped him as he too was on the verge.

"Come inside me! I'm on the pill!" you gasped and he moaned at your words.

„Shit... You're naughty."

He only thrusted into you hard one more time until he too came and shot his load deep inside you. After a few sloppy thrusts, he collapsed on top of you breathing heavily and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

So you slowly calmed down, listening to each other's heartbeat, and you stroked him dizzy over the back. It took quite a while for both of you to gradually drift back out of the thick fog of fuzzy state.

Neither dared to say a word for fear of what would happen. Silently you traced the lines of his marine tattoo and he grumbled comfortably, making your body vibrate.

"What did we do...", you whispered after a while and that's when he lifted his head, took another deep breath of your scent to store it in his mind and then rolled off you onto his back.

Suddenly everything was like before, only the heavy smell of sex in the air was new. You swallow at the awkward aftermath because you didn't think this far. You never even thought this was a possibility in any universe.

You both stared at the ceiling, trying to understand what had just happened. You pulled the blanket around your body and rolled onto your side, with your back to him.

What was that fluttering in your stomach? Why couldn't you bear to look at him?

Restlessly, you nibbled on your bottom lip and closed your eyes. Hopefully you would just wake up in your bed and all this had never happened. It would just be a dream, that you could be ashamed of, but nobody would ever know about it. Especially Woojin would never know. You had a feeling that everything he did would now somehow remind you of sex with him.

"Still hate me?" he asked into the silence and you replied:

"Definitely"

"Just as much?"

"Maybe a little less"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise when he actually laughed. You stared at the opposite wall until the corners of your mouth went up as well and you giggled too. The whole situation was too surreal to be true.

First your mortal enemy saved you from thugs and then fucked you senseless.

That's when you turned around and looked at him. He ran his hand through his thick curls and when your eyes met, you grinned like idiots. Never in your life had you expected this situation.

He also rolled onto his side until your faces hovered close to each other.

"That was a mistake," you mumbled after a while and he nodded.

"Yes... Gunwoo must never know about this."

For the first time, you fully agreed with him, and the mere thought of your brother getting to know even a glint of it gave you goosebumps. Still, you couldn't stop looking dreamily at the other and admiring each other's features. Were his cheekbones always this sharp?

"Then let's not regret it until tomorrow..." he then murmured and that was okay with you. Silently you nodded and that's when he reached out and pulled you closer by your hips under the covers.

You snuggled against his chest and he put his big arms around your body, squeezing your ass teasingly.

Just for tonight.

That's what you kept saying to each other in your mind. It was just for tonight and tomorrow all this had never happened.

After all, the whole thing had nothing to mean.

So it was okay when your lips lay on each other again and your hands wandered over each other's bodies. Just for tonight. You delayed the morning as long as possible, until you fell asleep snuggled close to him, relaxed and secure.

And with a smile on your lips.

The next morning, when Woojin woke up, you were gone. So were your things, and he looked in his closet for safety. Only when he saw that his clothes were indeed missing, he believed that he had not imagined the whole thing.

While eating breakfast, he glanced at his phone and spotted a message from you:

"If you tell anyone about this, you're dead."

Despite the threat, he smiled slightly and looked at the sofa where the first aid kit still lay.

You had disappeared in the early morning. It would be too strange to look him in the eyes in the morning. You didn't know what you would say and you would have liked to leave the country, never to see him again.

The worst thing was that you just couldn't stop thinking about last night. On the bus you unconsciously smelled his shirt you were wearing again and you would have loved to punch yourself.

Quietly, you unlocked your front door and were about to sneak into your room, but Gunwoo was already awake and packing his training bag. When he heard the door, he turned to you and froze when he saw the wound on your temple.

Then his gaze traveled down your body and only when he had silently looked at your torn dress in your hands as well, did he ask:

"What happened?"

You couldn't say anything. You just stood there and suddenly everything fell away from you. The attack, the beating, the feeling of the gorilla's hand around your neck, and finally the bruises in your palms from the rope.

It all came back with such force that you trembled and tears welled up in your eyes.

Immediately, your brother came up to you worriedly and wrapped you in his arms. You let everything you held in your hands fall and buried your face against his chest, while your body was shaken by heartbreaking sobs. The hopelessness and fear you had felt reverberated within you, but Gunwoo's smell and warmth softened the helpless feeling.

He was the only one you could admit your weaknesses to, and your heart instantly lightened as he stroked your hair and just held you close.

"It's all right. I'm here," he murmured reassuringly and as soon as you caught your breath, you sat down at the kitchen table where his boxing gloves were.

Then you told him everything. Well, almost everything.

You left out the thing about Woojin and the sex. After all, that had never happened.

Gunwoo's face darkened with every word and his knuckles stood out white, so tightly did he clench his hands into fists. After you finished, you restlessly played with one of his bandages lying on the table.

"Are you mad?" you asked quietly, and that was the first time he really looked at you.

"God no! I'm just glad you're okay. I should have taken better care of you..."

He blamed himself. You quickly shook your head and reached for his hand across the table.

"No it wasn't your fault. Besides, Woojin was there to save me after all."

He nodded, but his jaw twitched tensely. Then he stood up and hugged you so tightly that you could barely breathe. But that was okay.

As he continued packing his things, you took your first real look around the kitchen. The cabinet under the sink was open and there were pipes and towels everywhere.

"What happened here?"

Gunwoo zipped up his bag and slipped into his jacket to leave for training.

"A pipe broke... I've already called a plumber and Mom really wanted to fix it herself. Could you help out at the café today?"

"Sure. Then I'll bring you pastries to training this afternoon."

Gunwoo's eyes sparkled with delight and he nodded vehemently.

"That sounds good. I'll see you later then."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you tousled his hair in revenge before he disappeared through the door.

Shortly after, you fell back into bed and slept for another hour before heading to the café.

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How can you love me? Chapter 1: What the fuck is going on?

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x !OFC

Warnings!: mentions of sex, slight drinking, Mentions of self harm, Noah is just a warning himself, let me know if I need to add more!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Noah and Adriana both rockstar's, both caring, both don't really believe in love.

They met as children in a park in Richmond, since Noah helped Adriana with a scrape on her knee that day, they'd been inseparable. Even though they do live together and have known each other for almost 20 years they've never even had the thought of being each others other, being their partner, loving each other unconditionally, except as friends of course. Even though they were each others first everything, first friend, first kiss, first time, first home, they would never admit their love for each other because it would ruin their friendship, and especially not now that Adriana is not looking for love and, Noah is in love with his girlfriend Chelsea, right?

Will they let each other break their glass houses or will they stay eternally quiet?

May 13 2020 (Adriana's POV)

"Noah where the fuck are you!"

I was out of breath from running after him after he shot me like 20 times with a fucking nerf gun! I was getting payback right, now.

I was trying to be as quiet as possible until I reached my room, of course the motherfucker would be here right? I was creeping through my room, I looked under my be-

"HOLY SHIT NOAH PUT ME DOWN!"

He was carrying me and maybe I had no way out.

I knew what his next move was, he was going to throw me on the bed and try to attack me, so I did what I first thought of, I hooked my leg around his waist and I basically threw myself on the ground, but if I was going down he was coming with me. I'm pretty sure everyone heard the loud BOOM downstairs but at least this time I beat Noah to attacking me.

Of course it hurt a little but I'll get over it.

I stood up and fixed my hair and clothes.

"Aughhhh why the fuck would you do that adri?" Noah said in pain

I just giggled while looking at the 6 foot 3 giant on the ground groaning.

"come on I'll help you get up dumbass."

I grabbed his hand and helped him get off the floor, we were laughing until we heard footsteps coming upstairs, me and Noah scrambled to the bed trying to look as calm and normal as possible, with me finding my phone on the floor and picking it up and Noah quickly snatching a blanket off of my bed and pretending he was tired.

"Did you guys finally kill each other this time?" Jolly asked as he walked into my room.

"What do you mean? We weren't doing anything, we're just here chilling" Noah falsely explained. Jolly just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, me and Noah looked at each other and started laughing until our ribs were tired.

"NOAH YOU'RE PHONE IS RINGING AND ITS GETTING FUCKING IRRITATING" jolly yelled clearly irritated of our bullshit.

"WHO IS IT?"

"THE GIRL YOU LIKE TO FUCK A LOT"

"Oh shit its Chelsea let me go get that" Noah said as he panicked running out of the room to his room, I obviously also left the room but I went to bother jolly instead.

'hey jolly can I ask you something?' 'What do you need now adri' he said with a fake annoyed tone. ' its nothing serious, I was going to ask if you could make dinner tonight because me and Noah were going to be in his room gaming.'

"well actually.." I hear from behind me. 'What happened noah?'

"um look I'm gonna visit Chelsea at her house so I probably won't be here until very later on."

"oh ok yeah that's fine, are you going to be here for dinner or do we eat without you?"

"Nah adri I think he'll be eating something better than what we're having" jolly said in jokingly matter. 'Oh shut the fuck up jolly do I ever make fun of you when you bring girls home?' Noah said clearly rushed and irritated.

"yes actually you do." Jolly said in a matter fact tone.

"No I dont!"

"YES YOU DO last time I brought a girl home you literally said to he-"

"OH MY GOD GUYS, just shut the fuck up and stop acting like 17 year old boys, noah, are you going to be here for dinner or not." I say sternly. 'No I don't think so bu-' ' okay then I'll make dinner for me and the guys and you go visit Chels ok?'

"Um ok..." He stood like I just gave him a lecture. 'Cool, oh and can you give Chelsea the dress that I told her I would gift her please?' I asked as I remembered the promise that I made her.

"Yeah sure but, I could try to get here before dinner so we can all eat togeth-"

"Noah." I cut him off

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and go visit your girlfriend."

"Ok"

Time skip.

I was cooking dinner for me and the guys, listening to music while they were upstairs in their room. I was cooking spaghetti with meatballs and also making a salad on the side. I was doing the usual, chopping up vegetables, using the knife as a mic, which I know is dangerous but its fine.

"WHO THE FUCK IS BLASTING SUGAR BY SLEEP TOKEN RIGHT NOW!?!" I hear and know right away who it is.

Jesse.

"Jesse shut up I wasn't the one screaming the lyrics to Taylor Swift's You belong with me 2 days ago."

"you have no right to say that when you know its quality music." He said as he stood in front of me.

"yeah yeah yeah, I will admit it is amazing music."

"Hey do you need help with anything there?" He said. 'Oh yeah please, um could you help me chop those vegetables while I make the sauce?' I say as I'm pointing to the needed vegetables.

"Okay yeah, oh my god did you see the news?" Jesse said beaming with excitement. 'No what news?'

"Okay so do you remember whe-"

SLAM!

What the fuck who's slamming doors right now?

Me and Jesse stood there wondering who walked through the door like he fucking could do whatever he wants

"Noah"?

he passed through the kitchen and stood right in front of us with his eyes bloodshot and puffy as if he'd been crying for hours.

"If Chelsea calls any of you and asks for me, don't tell her anything. Got it?" Noah said as he walked and reached for the alcohol cabinets.

Now what the fuck is going on?

Noah stormed out of the kitchen with a bottle of tequila to go to what I imagine would be his room. 'WAIT, DID SHE NOT CUM?' Jesse called after Noah probably trying to get him to laugh, 'JESSE! Why the fuck would you say that to him can't you see he's pissed?' Jesse looked at me while trying to hold in his laugh.

I was wondering what had happened if he left so happy that he was going to see her and even though Jesse went a little too far with the comment he was right he was also happy because he was probably going to have sex with his girl. I needed to figure out what happened to noah, I mean I'm pretty sure I could fix this, I was the one who introduced them to each other.

"Jesse can you finish this while I try to see what happened to him?"

"sure thing."

I walked in to Noah's dimly lit room excepting him to tell me to 'FUCK OFF!' Like he always does, but when I spot him on the edge of his bed he just looks at me and takes a swig of the tequila.

"Noah what the fuck was that out there?"

"Nothing, why?" He said in a monotone voice. 'You want some?' He asked as he was putting his arm out to hand me the bottle.

"No, Noah what happened with Chelsea? Did you guys fight? Or was it something else?"

He just sat there with his head down, and I thought he wasn't crying until I saw a tear glisten down his face. I sat on the edge of the bed with him and put my hand on his back, rubbing it in circular motions, just like did THAT night.

Noah took yet another gulp of the drink and sighed.

"She broke up with me."

What?

"Noah what do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean, she broke up with me just like that." He said clearly trying to keep his anger inside. 'oh, Noah I'm so sorry. Do you know why she did that?'. Noah chuckled before he said.

"No, I got to her place and when I said hi to her she asked me if we could talk, when we sat down she just said it, no sugarcoats, she just said, I wanna break up."

Oh. My. God.

"well maybe she was just confused, I mean, you guys have been together for 2 years, that's a lot of commitment and maybe she was just nervous."

"nah, its fine she's just like any other girl who's dated me, they spend time making me fall in love just so then they can throw me away like some type of garbage."

I understand how rough it is for him, I mean the last relationship he got into before Chelsea made him almost commit suicide when they broke up, she was cheating on him with two guys so the night he found out, I saw him in locked in his bathroom gripping a piece of glass in his hand from the mirror, thank god I found him before he did anything, but I understood him especially since I already had tried to do that before, so I guess you could say I was an expert.

"Noah, please don't say that, look lets do this, you stop drinking so the hangover isn't as bad in the morning, I will try and call Chelsea tonight and if she doesn't pick up I'll call her tomorrow, and you can get some rest in the meantime ok?" I said as I gently took the bottle from his hands and stood up.

"I guess, sure." He said still looking depressed.

"Okay, well goodnight Noah I'll tell you if anything happens tomorrow."

I gave him a kiss on the forehead and heard him say a quiet 'thank you'.

When I say I keep my promises, I'm not joking.

I called Chelsea about 50 times on my phone, on Noah's phone, on jolly's phone, and the list goes on and on. I was just trying to figure out what happened even though yesterday her and Noah were smitten over each other, calling each other every five minutes, which at some point did get a little irritating but it was fine. I sorta feel guilty because I introduced them to each other and I was the one who told chels that she should date noah, obviously she had a crush on Noah first, who doesn't? I mean, even I had a small crush on Noah when we were teenagers, but that passed after a while. I could feel the frustration creeping up my body as I tried calling Chelsea for the 52 time in a row. I let out a frustrated sigh, 'what the fuck do I do now?'

"Don't stress about it adri, at this point she's not gonna talk to anyone." Noah says behind me leaning against the bedroom door with only his gray sweats on,

"Noah? What are you doing up? I thought you were asleep."

"nah I couldn't sleep, plus I didn't want to anyway" he waves it off as if I can't see the tired and sadness in his eyes. 'uh huh totally, because you hate sleeping.' I say sarcastically. 'Where are the other guys?'

"ah shut it, the guys are all asleep." he says then looks at my phone in my hand, then grabs my hand gently and holds it up in front of him. 'How many times have you called her?'

"52 times" I whisper embarrassed. 'what? I couldn't hear you.'

"52 times." I say clearer. 'WHAT. You called her 52 times!?!'

"Yeah... Look I'm sorry but I just don't like seeing you like this plus I also have to check up on her, remember she's also my friend." I say trying to justify my devotion. 'Look, I appreciate that but at this point please, just give up.'

I knew what I was about to do, I was going to rant.

"no Noah I know you love her and I at least want you two to talk so you guys can at least see what happe-"

What. The. Fuck. Is. He. Doing.

I felt his soft lips lightly touch mine testing the waters, until he kissed me... He took my face in his hands and he kissed me. The kiss felt soft, he was kissing me as if I were fragile, I kissed him back and put my arms around his torso feeling as if this was a piece of heaven. He pulled back, eyes soft, and lips rosy pink from kissing me.

What the fuck, this man was heartbroken an hour ago why is he kissing me now?

"Noah?" I said confused. 'Yeah?"

"What the hell was that for?" I said thinking he wasn't in his right headspace. 'Nothing. I knew you were gonna rant so I needed to shut you up in a kind way.' He said in a mocking way.

We just stood there in front of eachother, I swear we were having a secret eye contest.

"Well adri um I'm gonna head to bed, ok? Goodnight." He said giving me one last peck on my mouth.

This guy is out of his mind.

He walked out of my room like if nothing happened. until he turned around and quickly came in to my room just to say.

"sweet dreams angel." He said adding a wink at the end.

I was shocked, and asking myself so many questions.

Why would he do that?

Is he drunk?

Was he actually trying to shut me up?

I didn't know what happened. What I did know is that, I ended up with an aching need that night, so lets just say my vibrator was dead by the time I went to sleep.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #heavy metal #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens band #noahsebastian #badomens #noah sebastian x reader

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flurrys-creativity · 10 days

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First date

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: established relationship, angst; Rating: sfw, NC-17; Warnings: mentions of thugs, mentions of bruises and cuts, hints of blood; Wordcount: 411

Summary: A typical date usually consisted of eating a dinner, going to the movies and potentially making out. But here you were, pressed against a wall after you left your date to deal with a group of thugs.

A/N: I love giving innocent prompts by @pirateeznet some dark twists.

This wasn't the date you had in mind, when you said yes to Hongjoong's awkward question. You had pictured the worst thing would be Hongjoong being too embarrassed to form a whole sentence. Definitely not pressing yourself against the brick wall around the corner of the cinema.

Your heart hammered inside your rib cage and your blood rushed through your ears, making it nearly impossible to pick up any sounds around you. With a hand pressed over your mouth, fearing your breathing was simply too loud for your own good, you tried to calm yourself down as much as possible.

When Hongjoong and yourself walked into that alley as you two were headed for the park, he had stopped dead in his tracks. A handful of dark clothed people had blocked the way, some of them swinging something that seemed like bats.

Hongjoong had pushed you behind his back, squaring his shoulders and cocking his head to one side. "Run", he hissed - right before the first guy charged towards him.

You ran back to the cinema and hid around another corner. Now that the adrenaline slowly dissipated, the fear and worry hit you full force. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Helplessness settled in your bones.

A high-pitched shriek escaped your lips when someone half ran and half stumbled around the corner. Hongjoong locked eyes with you, quickly closing the distance between the both of you. "Are you hurt?" He asked, his voice layered with concern.

You hiccuped softly and shook your head as your eyes took in his appearance. His hair was dishevelled, just like his clothes. He had a busted lip and a purple bruise formed on his jaw. Your eyes dropped down to his bloodied knuckles and the cuts in the fabric of his shirt.

Hongjoong sighed in relief and opened his arms. He immediately wrapped his arms around your trembling body when you lurched into the embrace - barely wincing from the impact. "I'm sorry you had to witness this", he whispered against your hair.

You pressed your face to the crook of his neck and laughed mirthlessly. "Not the typical first date, I admit." You leaned back to look at his face with a pained expression. "Let us skip the night stroll and go straight to my place. You need to get patched up."

Hongjoong chuckled but immediately winced from it. "So much for me being a gentleman and only bringing you to your door."

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#pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #wkcnet #kvanity #kim hongjoong #ateez #ateez hongjoong #drabble #first date #angst

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shamelessler · 7 months

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Tickletober: prompt 1

Anticipation

fandom: lego batman

Bruce was breathing sharply as he entered the room, trying not to feel anxious about meeting the Joker. Anxiety was one of Joker's favorite looks on Batman and he refused to give him the satisfaction of playing into his games. He swung open the door to see Joker sitting cross legged on the floor, a smug grin on his face that told Bruce everything he needed to know for how this interrogation would go.

"Oh hi, Batman!" Joker waved, his shark-like grin disappearing into one of innocence, "how are you feeling about the little surprise I left for you?"

Bruce's face was practically aflame after all the stress and annoyance Joker had caused, going through all that trouble of placing a bomb in the center of Gotham City. Over the years, Bruce had managed to come up with a system to categorize the crimes Joker commits. This one fell into the petty attention seeking side of the system.

With a dramatic wave of his cape, he appeared behind Joker and pinned him to the floor with ease. The Joker remained calm, that infuriating lazy smile still glued to his face even after being straddled and taken down with force. "Cut the baloney, Joker. You'd better give me the code to diffuse the bomb or- "

"Or what? You'll hit me?" Joker grinned sadistically, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ugh! I hate that you like this." Bruce growled as he shook the Joker with pent up frustration.

Joker merely laughed at this and rolled his eyes, "You're so simple, Bats. I love that about you." He bit his lip flirtatiously. Bruce ignored the heat rising in his cheeks and twisted Joker's arm around his back and vented his anger by punching the Joker's jaw.

Joker made a quick recovery, easily managing a sly smile. "I guess it's true what they say, huh? You just can't teach an old bat new tricks!" he cackled, "don't you get it, genius? The old tactics of pain don't work on wittle ol' me! You'd better find some other way to entertain me, I'm getting bored, darling."

Normally, the Joker's babbling would throw Bruce off, but he caught a word in the monolouge that intruiged him. Pain? Is that the problem? He eyed the Joker, frowning at the self-injurious behavior written all over him. Pain wouldn't solve anything when it came to this man. So, the question remained, what would be torturous to the Joker that wouldn't hurt him? Joker must've taken Bruce's silence as tolerance and he grew upset, he wanted Batman to engage. He wanted anger, or anything related to the feeling of passion.

"Can't you just play with me a LITTE?! What's stopping you from tickling my funny bone occasionally?" Joker pouted. The dark slits of Bruce's eyes widened a little bit at this.

"Now that you mention it..." His deep voice rumbled out, adjusting his grip on Joker so that his hands were pinned above his head and his lower body straddled by Bruce's legs. "Maybe that's just what you need." Bruce quipped, flexing his gloved fingers threateningly. To Bruce's pleasant surprise, the action elicited a small squeak.

He couldn't help but smirk and draw his hands slowly closer...The closer the wiggling fingers got, the higher in pitch Joker's voice became.

"Okay- Wait. No no no, BATMAN WAIT!" Joker gasped, the claw like hand just inches away from the Joker's ribs. Bruce raised a brow, "You were saying?" He stopped drawing his hand closer, but remained right next to where he was about to tickle. Joker's breathing shallowed as he nervously eyed the hand that his body was twitching away from.

"I-I was saying what??" Joker squeaked out, resisting raising his voice at Bruce in fear of the hand finally landing onto his electrofied nerves.

"The code to the bomb, I believe." Bruce said indifferently, copying the same lazy smile tne Joker had taunted him with just a few minutes ago. Joker's brow furrowed and cheeks puffed out slightly like a child getting scolded. When he remained silent, Bruce made his hand jump closer to Joker, swallowing a smile when Joker let out a shrieky giggle and hid his face in his restrained arms.

"Oh, screw you!" Joker yelled, but it didn't have the desired effect when his voice was laced with restrained laughter.

"I know, I know. Aren't I just so terrible for not letting you blow up the city?" Bruce mocked sarcastically, "now come on Joker. Unless you...want to be tickled." His voice dropped low again when he added the last part. Joker's usually pale face turned a rare shade of red, gulping as he muttered out, "I'd rather not."

Bruce couldn't help a triumphant smile from spreading across his face at making Joker blush, a task which required a great amount of skillful teasing. He knew this was exactly what Joker wanted, and he was happy to give it to him. "Don't clam up. We don't have all day." Bruce urged, sounding sterner. The familiarity of the roughness in Bruce's tone seemed to relax Joker enough to make one of his bold observations. "That's exactly what I was about to say to you, bats. You'd better hurry this thing up before the whole city goes BOOM!" He mimicked the sound of an explosion. Bruce paid no attention to the threat, what caught his attention was a hidden desire behind Joker's words, one much more innocent than anything he'd ever sought.

"Joker, do you actually...want to be tickled?" Bruce asked, alluding to what he'd said earlier, but with a more genuine tone. This seemed to be all it took to clear out the last bit of venom in Joker's voice, because he started babbling like an idiot and giggling nervously. "I-I mean...I could handle it...but it's not like I- ahaha.. want you to or anything..."

Bruce rolled his eyes, although behind the mask you might be able to see the fondness behind the eyeroll. "Oh, just shut up and get tickled, you clown." He finally placed his fingers onto Joker's stimulated ribs and resisted a smile at the huge jerk of Joker's body as he burst into laughter after yelping in surprise. A stream of swears followed soon after as he arched his back and kicked his legs out from behind Bruce.

"O-OHOKKAY! OKAY!!" Joker shrieked out the plea with such desperation thst Bruce quickly felt compelled to retreat his hand from Joker's apparently deathly ticklish ribs. "God. That's new.." Bruce whispered to himself, looking a little exasperated at how well the new tactic had worked.

Joker stammered out the code through half formed giggles, "H-Ha...you're gonna laugh. The c-code is 69."

Bruce stared at Joker, looking unimpressed at his immature attempt at humor. "I don't think I will." He lets go of Joker and the man immediately scrambles out from under the bat. Bruce took a step forward, "What? You don't want a round two?" Joker took a step away and gave Bruce a provoking sneer, "Don't you have an entire bomb to diffuse or something?!" Bruce smiled knowingly, "I checked the time frame on the bomb. It isn't set to explode for another 24 hours. Looks like someone wanted to give me all the time in the world to come and tickle the code out of him."

Joker's breath hitched at this and his face slowly grew warm. Bruce found the Joker's reaction amusing and decided to go for one last snide remark, "Now get in the Batmobile so you can help me clean up your mess."

Joker glared at Bruce. "And it looks like someone would rather have me than anyone else in the world to help you with something. I believe we're at a stalemate." He quipped coldy, but his eyes were filled with playfulness as he got into the passenger seat on the Batmobile.

There was an unusual feeling of warmness as the two worked together to diffuse the bomb, Bruce would tell you it was due to the extreme heat warning.

Joker would tell you it's because they wanted to soak each other up before returning to opponents...

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A/N: whew that was my first batjokes fic in forever! hope i got the characters right<3

#batjokes #weewooweewoo #sfw tickles #tickletober #lee!joker #ler!batman #anticipation #prompt 1

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girlwiththepapatattoo · 9 months

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The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 5

Warnings: angst, canon typical violence, blood drinking

Summary: Trust is stupid. She trusts anyway.

Notes: Hi I wrote this in like half an hour in a fugue state. But I'm super happy with how it came out. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! <3

Read on Ao3 here!

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

He wakes in the middle of the night. He’s ravenous with hunger, needing to get out and hunt something down.

But he’s so tired…his body feels sluggish and weak. It makes his teeth grind in frustration.

“Astarion?”

His head snaps over to find Sable awake and peering at him. He’d lit the forge before he’d gone to bed, after he’d tucked her in, the little druid dead asleep against his chest as he carried her to her bedroll.

Now he has to keep himself from pouncing on her.

“Are you all right?”

“...I’m fine, kitten,” he replies, trying for his normal flippant tone, but the tension couldn’t be erased completely. “Just a little hungry, that’s all. I need…to go and hunt.”

“...you never did feed from me,” she says, sitting up. “You can now.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he replies, nostrils flaring. “I want to…you’ve no idea how much I want to. Which is…why I shouldn’t.”

There’s something swirling in his chest, building rapidly. It aches.

“I trust you,” she says simply.

To her surprise, he laughs. He laughs and laughs and she stares at him as an edge of…something (pain? derision? despair?) enters his voice. “You trust me? Foolish little girl, that’s exactly what you shouldn’t do!” He glares at her as her eyes widen in surprise. “Trusting in me gets you killed,” he hisses.

The ache is pressing against his ribs, threatening to tear out of his skin.

At this point in their relationship, he hasn’t shared much with her. But what he has shared is enough. She knows the vaguest outline of what he’s been through, but it’s enough for her brain, a champion of overthinking, to piece together why he’s acting this way right now.

“I trust you,” she says again, meeting his eyes.

“I could rip you apart,” he warns, voice lowering, eyes gleaming red in the low light.

“I trust you.”

“You’re so gods-damned NAIVE!” he roars, and in the blink of an eye he’s on her, pinning her back down to her bedroll. She watches him with calm eyes, though he can see her heartbeat thrumming quickly in her throat. “Do you have any idea the things I’ve done?! The things he forced me to do?! Hundreds of people trusted me, and I led them to their deaths! I was forced to watch sometimes. Watch as Cazador drained them, or tortured them, or ripped them limb from limb while they were still alive, just to hear them scream!”

He’s shaking, she realizes, trembling on top of her, and under the pure rage in his eyes is…fear. He’s so afraid of…hurting her? Of losing control? Proving himself to be the monster he thinks he is?

“You’re an idiot to trust me,” he finally spits, and he moves to pull away.

But she doesn’t let him. Her arms lock behind his back, her legs wrap around his hips, and she keeps him anchored to her, keeps him right there. There’s not a single drop of sexual intent, just the want, the need, to keep him here with her.

“Forced, Astarion,” she whispers, and he goes rigid. Other than the crackle of the forge-fire, there’s no sound. “If you weren’t forced, I know you wouldn’t have done that. I can’t imagine what you must have gone through, and I won’t pretend to try. But it doesn’t change the fact that I trust you.”

She lets go of him, laying back down on her bedroll. He says stock still, shocked into silence, and watches as she pulls her hair away from her neck, as she undoes the laces of her shirt. Tanned skin is laid bare to his eyes as she parts the top of her shirt, and his gaze traces the curve of her shoulder, the gentle juts of her collarbone…

…the soft fluttering in her pulse point.

His teeth ache.

His long dead heart aches.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, his voice thick.

“I know,” she whispers back. “I trust you.”

He stops fighting.

It burns, the first few seconds, as his teeth pierce her flash, as her blood bubbles into his mouth. But it fades into a pleasant, cold numbness. Her fingers tangle into his hair, and she sighs his name.

He is swept away in bliss. She’s the most delicious, decadent thing he’s ever tasted in his life.

She tastes like hope.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #my writing

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derpqueen22 · 3 months

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Ranchers (and the love they share)

An opportunity:

Jimmy owned a farm. He wasn’t exactly proud of it, but it was enough to make a living. His parents were the ones that started it up, but ever since they passed Jimmy had to fulfil his parents dream of taking over the ranch. Jimmy’s first dream was to get a goat horn. Every single one of his friends has one, often using it to call for help or just to gather. But Jimmy just didn’t have the skill to obtain a horn. He did try once, but it ended in him getting rammed in the ribs, resulting in a severe injury and a couple of surgeries. Ever since he had a fear of goats and every time his friends blew the horn, he would hear others join in. It was annoying, he couldn’t reply to them, he couldn’t start them, he longed for the day he would be that person to start the horns. But he just never did. That was, until Tango came by.

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“Sorry Mr Tek, we just can’t accept you.” The office lady said. Tango’s flame brightened. “Why not? I’m a hardworking guy!”

“Yes, we get that. Your architecture is certainly….astonishing to say the least, but I don’t think that our colleagues will accept…” The lady’s eyes drifted to tango’s hair. “That.”

“I CAN CONTROL IT, I PROMISE YOU-” Tango cut himself off as the lady’s eyes grew more and more frightened as his flame rose higher and higher. Tango calmed down. “I’m sorry. I’ll-I’ll go now.” He walked out of the office, hurt by the woman’s reaction. He just couldn’t find a job, it wasn’t his fault that his hair was a burning flame. Tango sighed and boarded a taxi home. Tango pulled out his phone as the car started up, he noticed an advert offering a job to take care of some farm animals. He clicked on it, and saw that the location was quite close to where he lived, so he ordered the taxi to head over there and see what awaits.

Jimmy was just finishing up putting the cows back in the pen when he saw a car coming down the road towards the ranch. He closed the pen and headed towards the car. It stopped right in front of the house and a man with flaming hair stepped out of the taxi. He had baggy red pants with more pockets then anyone could ever need and a classic black t-shirt to go on top. His eyes were also a deep red, almost frightening to look at. But Jimmy found it strangely comforting and amazed by how cool his hairdo looked. As he got closer and closer to him, he realized that the man’s hair was a flame, moving in the breeze. “Nice to meet you,” The man said. “My name is Tango, Tango Tek, and I’m here for the farm job.” Jimmy smiled. “Yep, welcome to the ranch! Jimmy Solidarity.” They shook hands and he led Tango to the house. “So, why do you want this job?” Jimmy asked, “Well, I’m in desperate need of one and I’m hoping you can give me it. I promise I'm a hard-working man and I'll do anything you need to me to do. I know my presence might be frightening but-”

“Okay." Jimmy interrupted. He didn't know why he was so eager for Tango to have this job. Maybe it was the workload getting to him. Or maybe..."You can start tomorrow, I’ll talk you through the list of things you need to get done in the morning.”

Tango’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, it was that easy?"

Jimmy chuckled, “Oh no, this job is definitely not easy. Be there by 6!”

Tango smiled and did a pretend salute. “Yes sir!”

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As Tango arrived at the farm, Jimmy was already fully awake, working on harvesting the wheat. Tango yawned, amazed by Jimmy’s productivity. His eyes lit up visibly when he saw Tango, a smile erupted from his face. “Hey Tango! Good morning!” Tango rubbed his eyes, “How are you so energetic?”

Jimmy laughed, “I’m used to waking up early, plus, I drink a whole ton of tea along with my breakfast to keep me awake.”

“I see, I’ll note that for tomorrow.” Tango jokes. “Anyway, what do I have to do sir?”

“Just call me Big man Jim, or Jimmy is fine. You don’t have to go to formalities.” Jimmy said, with a tone of disgust in his voice. Tango could see a grin creeping up the side of his mouth. He smiled, as Jimmy slowly went through all the chores he had to do, going into a full lecture on how to do them. Tango was astonished that Jimmy had to do all that by himself and such a wonderful job at it as well. He couldn’t believe that Jimmy ran this whole farm basically his whole life and- “Did you hear that?” Tango shook himself out of his trance. “Uh, yeah, yep, every single word.” Jimmy grinned. “Great! Let’s get started then!”

The sun was just beginning to set as the duo rounded up the animals back into their paddocks. As Jimmy closed the door, Tango slumped against the fence, sweat pouring down his face. “Finally we’re done.” Tango exclaimed, exhausted from a whole day of work. “You did a good job, considering it was your first day.” Jimmy said, matter-of-factly. Tango looked at him in awe, despite doing most of the work, Jimmy didn’t look like he was tired at all, his hair still in that perfect slicked back form. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” Jimmy laughed. “Well maybe. But No, seriously, you did well.” He smiled sincerely at Tango, his perfect teeth glinting in the sunlight. Tango felt a weird feeling in his chest, he couldn’t place it, but he knew that he'd be feeling this a lot. It was a good feeling and...he liked it.

Over the week, Tango got more and more used to this schedule, often bringing a cup of coffee with him to keep him awake. Sometimes it was easy to get through the day, especially when he was working with Jimmy. He would often find himself admiring Jimmy’s dedication to his job or sometimes, just Jimmy himself. Jimmy would catch Tango staring at him, causing Tango to turn around, blushing uncontrollably, Jimmy would laugh and continue working. It was a daily habit. That was, until one of Jimmy’s cows died.

(Repost but followed from the first part)

#life series #jimmy solidarity #traffic smp #double life ranchers #ranchers duo #tangotek #double life

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koala-fluff · 1 year

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Merry Christmas, @theoncelee! I'm your gifter, and I really hope you enjoy this fic!

As for everyone else, enjoy as well!

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Suger High

It was supposed to be a normal sleepover, but Eddie and Robin stole Mr. Wheeler's coffee candy.

"No, Eddie!" Steve grunted as he hit the post in Nancy's basement. "Stop! Don't do it"

"No cahan do, babe!" Eddie giggled as he grabbed one of the brooms. "Buckley hahas threatened myhy honor!"

"I just said you had bad taste in music!" Robin shrieked, running away from the broom-wielding crazy man. She giggled as she vaulted over the couch.

"Robin, honey!" Nancy winced, whipping around as the duo ran past. "You're going to hurt yourself!"

"I'll be fine~! Munson won't be, once I retrieve my weapon!"

Steve groaned and decided to just sit on the couch. Nancy and him had been trying to wrangle their partners for the past ten minutes. The partners that had eaten a shit load of caffeinated candy.

Steve didn't even know that candy could have coffee in it, but here they were.

"I swear, I am going to get my shotgun." Nancy muttered, sitting next to him. Most would be scared by the threat, but he could see the slight smile on her lips as Robin stole the broom from Eddie.

"We just need some way to calm them down." Steve winced as Robin smacked Eddie's head with the broom. Neither looked injured, thank goodness. "Any ideas?"

Nancy raised her eyebrow. "We've been trying my ideas for the past ten minutes. You come up with something." She said, leaning back and rubbing her face.

Steve groaned again. He loved both Eddie and Robin to death, but they were too much of a handful on a normal basis. High on sugar and caffeine? That made them eight handfuls. Nancy and him didn't have four hands each.

The duo sprinted past, Eddie somehow holding onto the broom now. Robin then slammed into the wall and Eddie nearly impaled himself with the cleaning device. Both ended up just laughing hysterically on the floor, argument forgotten.

"That's it!" Steve stomped over, heart still racing from the spectacle. He grabbed them both up by the shirt and dragged them towards the couch.

"Aw~ c'mon, Harrington!" Eddie giggled out. "Noho neheed to behe mahad!"

Steve didn't reply and merely shoved Robin onto Nancy's lap. He sat down next to the two women and tugged Eddie onto his lap as well.

"Let's calm them down." Steve said, nodding at Nancy.

"Whahat're you gonna doho?" Robin stuck her tongue out as her girlfriend hugged her close. "Smohother us?"

"No. Just gonna tickle the energy out of you." Steve said matter of factly, smirking.

For the first time in the past ten minutes, the two crazy people froze. Their eyes widened comically while Nancy smirked at Steve.

"I like that idea, Harrington." She agreed, holding onto Robin's struggling form.

"Why thank you, Wheeler." The boy replied. "On the count of three."

"Wahait!"

"One."

"Wehe'll cahalm down!"

"Two "

"Plehease, guys!"

"Three."

Already in a giggly mood, both victims instantly broke down as their partners dug their fingers into their sides.

"Steheheve, noho!" Eddie spluttered, pushing at his boyfriend's chest.

"Steve, yes." He replied, moving down to squeeze the guitar player's hips.

Robin only cackled, her limbs turning to jelly as Nancy moved to target her ribs. She buried her face into her girlfriend's shoulder, muffling her laughter a small bit.

"I think your plan was the best one we've come up with." Nancy mused, raising her voice over Eddie's high-pitched laughter.

"I thought it was brilliant." Steve smirked, slowly crawling his fingers up to his victim's armpits. "Guess that means I get a score on that whiteboard, right Robin?"

She only shook her head in reply, her body melting as Nancy scribbled her nails against her back.

The two really had completely different reactions to tickling, huh? While Eddie thrashed and shrieked as his armpits were attacked, Robin only melted completely and snorted as her stomach was targeted.

Steve couldn't help but look at both of them, love in his eyes. These were the bestest friends he could ask for.

His thoughts were interrupted as a pair of fingers dug into his ribs. With a surprised shriek, he fell backwards and was soon the one to laugh.

"Gotcha, Harrington." Eddie teased, spidering his hands across Steve's stomach.

"Dahamn ihit, Muhunson!" Steve squealed, trying to twist away. "IhI'm supposed toho behe calming you dohown!"

"True. But I can just lose energy by tickling you!" Eddie grinned, fluttering his fingers against Steve's neck. "It's way more amusing!"

Nancy rolled her eyes at the sight of the boys. "You best not try to tickle me, Robbie." She said, turning her attention back to her girlfriend. "It'll just get worse if you do."

Robin shook her head. She had zero idea how Eddie could easily turn the tables on people. She could barely move her arms as it was!

"Hey, Wheeler! Wanna see which one taps out first?" Eddie challenged, wiggling his eyebrows.

"It wouldn't be fair for me!" Nancy countered. "Robin's been tickled for longer than Steve."

"That is true, but we both know he's more ticklish than her."

"Good point… sure. It's on, Munson!" Nancy grinned, getting into the spirit of things. "Winner gets to sleep on the couch instead of the floor tonight!"

"Well then, have fun on the floor, Wheeler!"

Steve tapped out first, as expected. The competition didn't matter anyway. All four ended up sleeping on the couch.

Together.

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Oh goodness... This took way longer than I wanted...

I sincerely hoped you liked it, cause I'm too tired to tell if this is actually good or not.

Have a wonderful Christmas and a happy New Year!

#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #ko writes tickles #ko writes stranger things tickles #stranger things tickles #ticklish!robin #ticklish!steve #ticklish!eddie #ko's fics #lee!robin #lee!eddie #lee!steve #ler!nancy #ler!steve #ler!eddie

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hiii :)

You have successfully reactivated my love for Stiles by reposting 1 (one) gif set of him, so here I am with a request for him:

Maybe something about him coming home after a particularly rough fight/encounter with something supernatural and cleaning his wounds? Just taking care of him, because he looks bad this time, so you fix him up and get him all comfy :) and maybe with prompts 18 and 24 if you want :))

No rush though and I hope you have a nice day <3

UH DUH I'M SO HAPPY TO HAVE SPARKED THIS INTEREST.

"How come the best game of my life turned into getting kidnapped by my best friends girlfriends grandfather?" Stiles asks, hissing a bit as I dab gently at his cheek, my jaw clenching at the pain that riddles his fragile body.

"It's your luck, babe." I whisper, trying my best to suppress the anxiety that's bubbling in my chest, my heart pounding against my ribs at the thought of Stiles strung up and beaten into submission. His brows are furrowed as I glance over the rest of him, catching the bruises that are beginning to line his freckled collarbones, skin that's typically littered with different types of bruises.

"Don't look at me like that." Stiles mutters, reaching out to take the first aid kit out of my hands, tossing it to the bed beside us. My eyes lift to meet his sad gaze, watching as a sad smile stretches across his bloody and bruised lips.

"They hurt you-"

"I know-"

"I had no clue where you were for hours, Stiles. It was hell for me." I whimper pathetically, my shoulders deflating in defeat as I move impossibly closer to him, tucking my face in the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around me without hesitation, pressing his lips to my hairline. "All I wanted to do was celebrate your win cuz I was so damn proud of you." I chuckle tearily, listening to the sound of his heart beating against his chest as laughter rumbles through him.

"I did pretty damn good, didn't I?" He asks quietly, tilting his head to look down at me, catching my gaze in a reassuring glance. His eyes flicker back and forth between mine, his hand reaching up to caress. my jaw sweetly as I try desperately not to look at his injuries. "The lsat thing I need is you worrying about me when I've already got my dad breathing down my neck and asking way too many questions." He laughs, trying his best to ease the anxious tension in the room.

Cracking a smile, his face falls a bit in relief as I relax a bit into him, realizing he's here, with me and no longer in harms way. I give him a simple nod before getting back to tending to his wounds, pressing my fingers against the muscles on his chest and ribs, listening for any noises of discomfort. He doesn't jolt away from my gentle touch, just watches me nervously work, knowing this is more for my state of mind than his.

"I think I'm okay." He nudges me playfully. "Statistically, if I had internal bleeding, I'd be long gone by now." He snorts, sending me a wink before pulling his bloody shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground before flopping back on his bed.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Stilinski." I chuckle, laying down beside him with a huff, relieved to finally be back in his arms and knowing he's safe.

"No problem, it's what I'm here for."

A few moments pass by, Stiles memorizing every inch of my face as I track his freckles and moles all the way down his chest to the plates of his abdomen, appreciating the quietness, the calm in the middle of a supernatural storm.

"I think that I’m going crazy because every time I look at you, my brain short circuits." He grins cheesily, his voice coming out barely over a whisper as my brows lift teasingly.

"I think that's called a concussion- are you sure you don't want to go get checked out by Melissa? We'll tell her you got jumped after the game or something." I taunt, watching his eyes roll with a sarcastic scoff.

"Oh because that's way more believable than what really happened? Ouch, babe."

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#Stiles #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf fic

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bimobuddy · 2 years

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Late Night Worries

Tickle Fic

SFW

Back at it again with another comfort fic, I am writing this at 4 in the morning

Obviously I don't speak for everyone when it comes to hypochondria, this is my own personal experience

Using 2012 TMNT for this one because it's a good show

Lee!Donnie, Ler!Leo because they dont get enough brother time >:(

T-cest shippers, DNI at all please

It was late, super late, yet Donnie was still awake. He was nervously pacing around the common room, just feeling every part of his body function. Normally this wouldn't be a problem during the day, as he would be surrounded by his brothers, he would be busy and distracted, other things would be going on.

But it was 3 am now, his brothers were asleep, it was dark, and a little too silent. He could only focus on himself right now, and he was definitely overthinking every little thing.

His heart was racing, he could feel every organ in his body, and it was scaring him.

What if something happens

What if I can't control something and I get hurt

What if I catch something serious-

What if I already have something serious-

What if something ruptures or-

"Donnie?"

Pulled from his thoughts, Donnie turned to his older brother standing in the hallway. Leo stepped into the common room, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright? What are you doing up so late?"

Donnie, momentarily distracted from his anxiety, almost seemed to forget why he was up. Almost.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I was.. Getting a glass of water." He said. Leo knew his little brothers better than they thought he did. He wordlessly took Donnie by the hand and pulled him over to the couch to sit down. "Donnie, you know you can talk to me. I'm not just your leader, I'm your brother."

Donnie sighed. "I know, I just.. It's hard to explain." He started. Leo nodded, encouraging him to continue. ''I just have so much anxiety about my health- I know it probably sounds dumb, but the more I worry about it, it's like it just becomes real, like I manifest the symptoms to reality.. And when it happens with illnesses, I'm scared it will happen with something worse, like- like what if-" "Donnie."

Donnie stopped before his mind could start racing again. Leo grabbed his wrists in order to have his full attention. "You're okay. You're fine. You need to remember that you're perfectly fine, even when your thoughts get out of control. And if something does feel wrong, you've got three brothers, a father, and two human friends you can talk to."

Donnie calmed down a little, then smiled. "I appreciate it but.. I really don't think Mikey or Casey would be much help at all." Leo laughed lightly, "You're probably right. Or Raph for that matter, he might just tell you to 'fight it off.' Well you've at least got me, April, and Splinter."

"I dunno about that," Donnie joked, "Knowing you, you'd probably just try to train the anxiety away. And I dont feel like training at three in the morning." Leo acted offended. "Excuse me, I'm more sympathetic than that!"

"Pfft, remember last week when Raph hurt his hand and you just told him to use his other one?"

"That was his own fault and you know it."

"Reheal sympathetic Leo,"

"He punched the cement wall, he was literally asking for it,"

"Mkay, Mr. Sympathetic,"

Leo smirked and gently started to pinch his side, easily avoiding Donnie's own flailing and defending arms. "Leheheheo nohoho!" He covered his mouth, muffling his giggles, still trying to squirm away.

Leo smiled. They hadn't played like this since they were little kids, though after everything they've been through, they definitely needed it. "I wouldn't get too loud if I were you, Raph and Mikey are still asleep." Donnie turned and tried to shove Leo away, still giggling, but again, Leo just dodged the defense and tickled his ribs.

"L-Leheheo we're gohohonna wahake someone uhuhuhup!"

"Then stop laughing, you're the one being loud."

"I swehehear to- shuhut uhuhup!"

Donnie once again clapped his hands over his mouth and held them there. However, with his arms up, Leo could easily slip his hands under his arms and get him, which he absolutely did.

The poor purple clad turtle giggled louder into his hands, starting to kick his legs against the couch, and curl up. The noise had woken up their father who came to tell them to quiet down, but having overheard part of the conversation, and seeing them now, he decided to let them be. They rarely ever got to be normal brothers anymore. He smiled to himself and turned to go back to his room, knowing his second youngest was in good hands.

Despite being tickled, Donnie felt more at ease. He wasn't thinking about all his obsessive thoughts, he wasn't worried about his health, he felt safe. He knew his brother had his back, even if he was being a pain.

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Sorry if it seemed a little rushed, I started writing this at 4 am and it's now about 5:30 as I'm posting this, and I wasn't sure how to end it.

#tickle community #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tm/nt #lee!donnie #ler!leo #honestly they needed more actual brotherly moments

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fluffy-ami · 2 years

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Idk if asked are closed but can you do a lee Venti and the others archons as let's bec Venti kept anoying them

“Gotcha again!” (Venti, Zhongli & Ei)

A/N: Hiii!🍃 Fic requests are closed rn (you can always read my pinned post if you're not sure they're open XD), BUT I do like the idea, so how about a silly drabble my bois, because we LOVE AND NEED lee!Venti in this house-

Ei sighed, slightly annoyed. Gathering some materials for the traveller is not a hard task at all. Well... it shouldn't have been hard. She and Zhongli were doing a pretty good job so far. Getting wood, looking for flowers and fruits all while chatting calmly.

“...Oh, I remember Lumine asking us to get some apples as well,” the Geo Archon stopped walking and looked up, reaching up to get the juicy red fruit from the nearest tree branch.

Raiden Shogun did not think that she would leave Tenshukaku so soon to start traveling. And she certainly did not think she's going to have to work in a team with the two former gods. Ah, yes, two...

“Gotcha again!~” Venti appeared behind Zhongli practically out of nowhere and quickly poked the taller man in the ribs, making him yelp uncharacteristically and swiftly put his arms back down to defend himself.

...Yeah, it's easy to forget that the Anemo Archon is here too, maybe because he's not doing anything useful (because sneaking up on your companions from behind and distracting them from business by tickling them randomly can hardly be considered something useful). Venti did that, like, 4 or 5 times to both of them already? It is indeed hard to understand what is going on inside his head.

“Barbatos-!” Zhongli turned around, his brows furrowed in annoyance, but the bard had already ran off again, giggling cheerily. Even the Lord of Geo was starting to lose his patience, wasn't he?

“Venti, if you aren't going to help, then stop following us and find something more interesting to do,” Ei said nonchalantly, watching the small birds sing and jump around nearby.

“But I am helping!” the bard crossed his arms on his chest, coming out from behind a tree, “Helping my dear friends to not let their guard down while we're in the forest. And also making you two smile!”

“...That is the most tiring journey I've had in a few recent decades,” Zhongli pinched the bridge of his nose hopelessly.

“Oh come ooon Morax!” the Anemo Archon laughed, patting the taller man on the shoulder, “Look, Ei doesn't seem to really mind! You know, it's not my fault that you're a grumpy, quiet, stoic and emotionless boulder around meEEEK!”

Suddenly, Venti was swiftly yet gently dragged forward and down to the grass. After what felt like a second, he found himself sitting in his companion's lap as Morax was sort of hugging him from behind, preventing the little Archon from escaping.

“Ei, would you like to help?” Zhongli asked, absolutely calm.

“I guess finally teaching him a lesson won't hurt,” the Electro Archon stepped closer, sitting down beside the two.

“No!” the bard squeaked, trying to wiggle free, but to no avail, “Nonono wait, you know I wasn't serious! M-Morax, I'm sorry!..”

He didn't think that they were going to hurt him or something, they certainly would never do this. But they can do something embarrassing, like trapping him in a geo structure and leaving him like this for a few hours. Something Old-Man-Zhongli-style. Not that the God of Anemo wanted to experience the methods they usually use against enemies.

But, in a situation like this, he didn't expect to feel unfamiliar fingers starting to wiggle (in the almost awkward movements) under his arms.

“Wha- waHAhaha wahahait!..” Venti didn't have the time to hold his surprised giggles in, “Whyyyyhehehe?!..”

“Simply giving you a taste of your own medicine. That would only be fair, don't you think?” Zhongli replied matter-of-factly, actually glad that the bard couldn't see his amused smile right now. He wasn't really the type to be playful or get someone back.

“Soho yohou thihink it was fuhun, ahafter ahahall!~” the Anemo Archon tried to tease through his squeaky giggles, squirming from side to side, his eyes shut and his nose scrunched up adorably.

“I didn't say that. But this means that you must be having tons of fun right now, Barbatos”, this wasn't meant to be a tease. Teasing others wasn't a “Zhongli thing” either, but Venti did feel his ears starting to get warmer after these words.

“Now that's going to be a problem...” Ei hummed thoughtfully, observing the bard's leather corset, “You've got some good defense there...”

She almost chuckled at his miserable attempt to let out a “sigh of relief” while laughing uncontrollably with the oldest Archon's fingers dancing over his highest ribs.

“...But you know that there is no clothing in this world that would be able to protect you from the lighting's wrath, right?~” the Shogun finished her sentence, smiling down at the little bard and making his eyes widen in horror.

“Nononohoho, dohohon't you dare!..” to Zhongli's surprise, Venti started squirming further into his lap to try and somehow save himself, probably, “Mohohorax, hehehelp!”

Now that was... well, not cute, that's definitely not the right word to describe this little mischievous gremlin.

“He can look pretty endearing, sometimes,” Zhongli commented, lowering his hands to squeeze at the troublemaker's hips playfully, seemingly feeling a lot less awkward than before.

Ei smirked, all while calmly positioning her fingers on different spots on Venti's tummy and using her Vision to send the tiny shocks of Electro element through his clothes, not even bothering to listen to his shrieky half-hearted protests.

“GuhuHUhuys, coHOHOhome ohOHOHOON!..” Venti squealed, kicking his legs out slightly at the horribly tickly sensations.

“Yes, Zhongli, I think I like him in this kind of state a lot more”.

#genshin impact #tickling #tickle drabble #my stuff #venti #zhongli #raiden ei #raiden baal #raiden shogun #lee!venti #ler!zhongli #ler!ei #muitanhehe🌪️#cheering myself up with some lee!venti #das right #my favourite little bard #🛐#and a tiny bit of #lee!zhongli

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year

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“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

>:3

I'm so sorry this one took so long for me to write, but with the newest batch of smut prompts I found some new motivation for the jealousy prompt.

This one also includes the prompt: “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” from @fourlittleseedlings

So without further ado...smut is under the cut

"Joseph tells me you managed to swing her to our reasoning. What did it take?"

John's voice was a rasp over the radio waves. He'd been holed up at the compound after the accident and the ribs were taking the longest to heal. Jacob could hear it in his voice, the nagging pain was a constant reminder to John of his failure and it drove him crazy. Even crazier than usual.

"What's it matter to you?"

The half-hearted interest from the eldest brother was an added twist of the knife in the Baptist's back.

"I had her Jacob, so close to her atonement, she could have been mine!" He roared.

There was the feral beast he knew lay below the surface. The real face of John, not the angel he claimed to be.

"What do you mean yours?"

"What do you think I mean, brother?" The words hissed from him, slipping between sharp fangs ready to strike.

Darkened eyes under a heavy brow tried to remain focused on the desk he was working at, but John always knew the right things to say to get under his skin. Knew how and where to hurt him, to get him to react, like nobody else.

"Did you fuck her?" He tried to keep his voice calm and even, the same resolute tone he always spoke with. He couldn't let John know the poison was seeping in.

"Now Jacob, no need to be quite so crass about it. A man like me doesn't kiss and tell."

John's voice grated on him. He was practically laughing in his face. It always bothered him how much joy his brother felt, knowing he was torturing him and without ever having to pick up a knife.

He flicked off his radio and stared at the pinholes in the wall where his plan for Eli once hung. Eyes bloodshot and sore, he rubbed at them with his calloused palms. Surely, if what John said had taken place, she would have told him? She could look him in the eye, and she never flinched.

Then again, she also had the Resistance believing she was on their side.

Heavy boots drummed upon old wooden floorboards. Feet moved double time as he stormed down the stairs towards the showers. There she stood under the running water, thick waves of auburn hair fanning out down her back, sticking to her soaking wet skin.

Baring it all, soon she would be in more ways than one.

Grabbing her by the arm, he swung her around to face him. Her back slammed against the shower wall, his hand pressed to her chest with enough strength to keep her from running or fighting. Shower water poured down his back, drenching his shirt, but he barely noticed. Too focused on her to care about anything else.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Tell you about what?" Kit's eyes bugged out of her skull. He'd caught her unaware, and she seemed angrier about that than about being confronted.

"John."

Her gaze fell from him, focusing on the drops of water that fell down her now reddening skin. "I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass."

A flush rose up her face, even the tips of her ears started to turn red. He could practically see the water evaporating off of her with how her skin burned.

"What happened?" His stare dug into her with the same force his fingers did into her flesh.

She wasted no time in confessing. There was no point in lying, not to him, he'd know. "It was a kiss. Technically a few. But it doesn't mean anything now. I'm yours."

He froze, icy eyes widening at her choice of words. "Now? It meant something, then?" His head tipped to the side, as if the 45-degree angle would help him understand better.

"At the time…" Her hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, trying to pry him off of her. "... John can be very convincing. He was the first person to understand me in a long time. I didn't have to hide from him, just like I don't have to with you."

His hand slid from her chest, up her neck, bracing her jaw in his grip, pressing the back of her head back up against the cold concrete wall. His thumb traced over her lips, pulling at her plump pout roughly. "Not sure I'm such a fan of knowing Johnny was here first."

"Would it make you feel better knowing you're the last?" She said flatly.

He didn't appreciate her tone, but he also knew she wasn't lying. She was willing to do anything and everything for him. She was his most loyal, his right hand.

His hand fell from her jaw, finally letting her go free, the skin left red where pressure had been placed. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it to the ground with a wet slap against crumbling floor tiles. His mouth crashing down against her, pressing forceful kisses against her, bruising her lips.

"I don't have to remind you who you belong to, do I?"

Staring down into those icy eyes of hers, seeing that glimmer of madness that always lay just below the surface made him realise just why his brother was driven insane over her. Monstrous beauty was the only way he could define it.

"I just said I'm yours, didn't I?" She growled back.

She clung to him tightly, her hands tracing up his back, pulling him into her embrace like the black hole she was. Drops of water slipped down his nose, splashing onto her face. Only inches separated them as they sized each other up once again, having to rebuild the trust they had tentatively agreed upon.

Fingers slid over slick skin, goosebumps following closely behind. She shivered against the wall, her lip quivering gently as the cold air stung at her the longer she remained out of the water. Ragged nails dragged along the curve of her hip, leaving angry red lines behind.

His tongue dipped between his cracked lips, eyes scanning over her body, quickly forgetting why he was angry as the heated blood began to flow somewhere else.

Her head tilted back to gain him access to her mouth, instead his lips travelled down her neck, retracing every bruise she had in differing shades of scarlet and indigo. Reaching her shoulder, he clamped down with his teeth, hard enough to break the skin.

That same little breathy squeak escaped her as he marked her, the same way he had a dozen times before. It wasn't a new sound, but it was one he was fond of hearing all the same. One that told him he had cracked that hard exterior of hers to reach whatever softness remained down below.

He ran his thumb over the indented marks of his teeth in her pale flesh, squeezing the blood to the surface. "I don't like people touching what's mine"

"No one else ever will."

Her hands made short work of his belt, pulling the leather from the buckle, and undoing the button. She slipped her hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing against his cock with her soaking wet hands. A growl built in the back of his throat, it didn't feel anywhere near as good as her cunt or her mouth, but to get him started it would do just fine.

Stroking him, getting him harder with just her touch, her eyes focused entirely on him. She might have been smaller than him, but the power she held was intoxicating. The desire he felt for her was impossible to ignore. She commanded his attention. She owned him as much as he owned her, and every soul knew it, even as she walked around his mountain under the guise of being the Deputy, his dog tags hung around her neck, tucked under the neckline of her sweater.

Grabbing her thighs, he pressed her back against the wall and lifted her up, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her fingers trailing over the buzzed scalp and shock of red hair. She squeezed him into her with the power of her thighs, the muscle under her coiled snake tattoo tightening until it was as hard as iron as he pushed up inside of her.

A shuddering gasp dragged out of her as she pressed her forehead to his. Caressing the side of his face, fingertips gently traced his scars as he bottomed out inside of her, pressing against her insides, making her hiss.

Sliding back out of her, her hiss pulled into a moan and then a purr as he pushed back up into her slowly. His cock rubbing up against that perfect spot, practised and perfected, just like he was training for battle (exactly what loving her was).

He grabbed at her flesh, fingers digging into her to bruise, a vice grip around her as his thrusts pushed deeper inside of her, as deep as he could possibly go. He couldn't be sure if it was tears or simply the water from her wet hair but they dripped down her cheeks as a flush overtook her.

Red was most certainly her color. Always had been. She never looked better than when she was covered in blood. And as her skin turned that perfectly aroused shade of blush, he found himself staring.

"Harder!"

She dug her nails into his back, clawing at him to force a reaction out of him. His hips snapped in and out, slamming her tailbone against the wall and she didn't seem to care. Her cunt making wet, squelching noises as he continued to fuck up into her.

Squeezing her eyes shut as she moaned out, the echo of her cries reverberated amongst concrete walls like a cave.

"God, you're so fucking deep," She mewled before crashing her mouth against his.

His teeth dragged against her bottom lip each time she tried to pull away to breathe. He had to let her know what it felt like being around her, that feeling of suffocating he lived with every day. A feeling he didn't want to lose.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts pressing up against him, beads of sweat and water passing between their hard, muscular bodies. Toned and tempered to be weapons, and yet in moments like this, they seemed to be able to melt into each other, more like molten metal.

A breathy laugh shook out of her as he bounced her up and down on his cock, feeling her cunt fluttering around him as her slick arousal collected around the base of his shaft.

"Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

He couldn't help but smirk, looking up at her through his heavy brow. Even in the middle of fucking she couldn't help but provoke him.

"Don't make it a habit."

He rutted into harder and faster as he could feel himself getting closer, his nails digging crescents into her ass as he pulled her towards him, increasing the angle.

Her arm slipped from his shoulder, the other wrapping tighter around the back of his neck, as she brought her hand between her legs. Her fingers rubbing furiously at her clit, her teeth gritted together as her back arched and her cunt clenched around him.

"Jesus Christ!"

He couldn't move, locked in a steel trap between her legs as her whole body went rigid and then moments later falling slack against him. As she loosened around him, he continued his motions, dragging his cock in and out of her. Soft gasps and moans leaking from her as her still sensitive cunt was being used.

"I'm sorry," She whispered softly, coiling her fingers in his hair.

It was the first time she'd ever apologised for anything, likely the only time she would. The gooey, soft center of hers was on full display for him. He wasn't sure how to answer, how to respond. Did he just ignore it? He tried not to lose momentum, to lose his rhythm and kept fucking. Her whines steadily building, her tight pussy clutching him, fluttering against him once more the same way her eyelashes did as she looked at him with cold blue bedroom eyes.

The coil in his gut was getting tighter, about ready to snap. His thighs burned, aching as he maintained her position against the wall. Growls and groans built up in his chest, reverberating through his ribcage.

"Fuck!"

He pinned her back against the wall, forcing her legs open wide with his hands, thrusting as hard as he could with all the power he had left and none of the restraint. He could have torn her in fucking two.

"Gonna fill you with my cum," he rasped.

Her cries morphed into screams of pleasure, sounding more like the feral thing she was, only spurring him on.

"Please!"

With a final thrust, his cum coated her insides, his cock thrusting it in and out of her, drops of it falling to the floor below and circling down the drain.

His head fell to her chest as he caught his breath, listening to the drumming of her heart.

"You're all mine, angel."

She cradled his face against her breasts and gave a heaving sigh. "I'm all yours."

#fan fiction #far cry 5 #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed #oc: kit cross #lemon

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myveryownfanfiction · 10 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by @onedirectionlovers2014

Request: What if he takes their toddler to the park to give the reader a break because the reader is about to have their second child. A cute little fluff really

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

AN: I changed this up a bit but I hope you like it anyway.

warnings: panicked dan, swearing

Dan's POV

"You sure you can handle her on your own?" (Y/N) asked me. I nodded as I finished getting Marie ready to go to the park. She reached out to grab my nose and I smiled at her. Picking her up, I settled her on my hip before turning back towards (Y/N).

"We will be fine." I assured her. "Marie and I haven't spent a lot of time together alone. Which is fine." I leaned in to kiss (Y/N) when I saw the look on their face. "I know there are thing you need to do to prepare for the next little one. And I want to give you time to do that without having to watch out for Marie or worry that I am going to do something or be called in for something. We are going to be alright (Y/N). If not, I can always find a pay phone and call you." (Y/N) nodded as they put their hands on my chest. I grabbed their hand and brought one up to kiss their knuckles.

"I just worry." They said with a smile. I nodded and I kissed them again.

"Dada no." Marie whined as she pressed her hand into my cheek. I pulled away from (Y/N) with a laugh. They smiled over at Marie and tickled her stomach to make her laugh. A grin spread across my face watching the two of them.

"Ready Marie?" I asked her as I bounced her on my hip. She giggled and nodded.

"Ready Dada!" She waved to (Y/N) as I kissed them again.

"We're going to head out. Be back in a couple hours." I said. (Y/N) nodded. "Love you."

"Love you both." They said, watching us leave. I sighed as I closed the door behind me.

"Alright Marie. Where do you want to go?" I asked as we headed downstairs. "Park or surprise maddy with the shopping?"

"Park!" She cheered as I took her over to the car. "Park dada!"

"Park it is then." I said as I buckled her into her car seat. "What should we listen to?" I asked as I knelt down on the floor of the car and reached into the front seat for the cassette tapes. "Disney or Dada's favorite songs?" Marie looked between the two tapes. I held them a little closer to her as she idly kicked her feet.

"Dada songs." She finally said, pointing at the plain white tape case.

"Alright." I said as I stood up, closing the door and making my way over to the driver's seat. Getting in, I started the car and put the tape in. "Maddy is going to be so happy that you are getting cultured." I laughed to myself as I pulled into traffic. Maria danced around in her car seat as I sang along poorly. She would laugh when I tried to make my voice go high and ended up with a voice crack. "Oh you think that's funny?" I asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. Marie nodded and I did it again, making her laugh even harder. Smiling to myself, I locked away the memory for a rainy day. We pulled up to the park and I ejected the tape. Marie pouted as I did but smiled up at me as I opened the car door to get her out. Marie kicked her feet against my ribs as I carried her over to the park. "Ow! That hurts ma cherie." I chuckled.

"Park Dada. Park!" I nodded as Marie pointed ahead of us.

"Yeah. Park." I agreed. "Ok. What do you want to do?" Marie wiggled in my arms so I set her down but grabbed her hand.

"Big girl dada. Big girl." She continued to wiggle and I looked at her worried.

"Maddy doesn't..." I started as she started to tug on my hand, trying to get me to release her. Stooping down, I picked her back up. Marie started to cry and I ran my hand along her back to try to calm her down. "Shhh little one. It's ok. I'm just going to call maddy first." I whispered to her as I walked towards the nearest payphone. Digging the quarter out of my pocket, I dialed home. "(Y/N)?" I asked when the phone picked up.

"Dan? Everything ok?" (Y/N) sounded worried and I silently cursed myself for accidentally worrying them.

"Yeah. Well...maybe..." I trailed off as I set Marie down and grabbed her hand again. "Have you let Marie off on her own at the park? She keeps trying to run to the park on her own and doesn't seem to want me to go with her." I looked down at her as she tried to drop her body weight to get her hand free. It wasn't working and I was considering picking her up again. "Hold on. Marie stop. No." She looked up at me with wide eyes.

"No. I haven't..." (Y/N) trailed off. "She wants to go off on her own?" I sighed as Marie started to swing our hands.

"Yeah." I breathed out. "She is in the terrible twos." I looked back down to see Marie missing. "Shit."

"What?" (Y/N) asked. I spun around and looked out over the park area. "Dan?"

"(Y/N), I'll call you back. She managed to slip away." I breathed out. (Y/N) gasped and answered in the affirmative before I hung up. "Marie!" I yelled as I ran back towards the park. "Marie!" My heart beat heavily in my chest as I spun around trying to find her. "Marie Fielding!" I spun towards the sound of a giggle as I finally saw Marie coming down the slide. I made it to the end before she did and scooped her up. "Marie Astrid Fielding. Never. Ever. Do that to me again." I breathed out as I hugged her tightly.

"Dada." She whined. I kissed her cheek and walked back to the car to grab the car seat. Pulling it out, I strapped her back in. She started to cry a little as I carried her back towards the phones.

"She's safe. I put her in the car seat carrier thing." I said once (Y/N) had picked up the phone.

"Oh thank goodness." She breathed out. "Are you coming home?"

"I thought we could do some shopping before we did." I offered. "Keep her in the carrier though."

"You don't have to. Just please bring her home." (Y/N) still sounded worried and I nodded even though they couldn't see me.

"On our way." I assured them before hanging up and going back to the car. "Marie. You cannot do that again. Ever. You had me worried sick. You had maddy worried sick. And they aren't even here!" I chided her as I got her back in the car. "When you run off like that, I can't be there to protect you. Or keep you safe. Marie, you need to understand that I'm not doing this to hurt you. I'm doing this so you understand that you did something bad. No more music for the rest of the day." Marie pouted in the rearview mirror. "No. No music. That is your punishment for running off." I kept my eyes off Marie in the back and focused on driving back home. When I went to get her out of the car when we got back home, she was still pouting and her cheeks were wet. I felt my heart break a little as I picked her up. Kissing her cheeks, I hugged her tightly. "Ma cherie. Je t'aime. But I have to do this."

"Dan." (Y/N) said when I walked back in. I shook my head as I took her into her room and put her down. "Is everything ok?" I shook my head again and sat down on the couch next to them.

"I took away music for the rest of the day. For running off." I said, my voice breaking slightly. "I was just so scared (Y/N). I didn't know what to do." They put their arms around me and I leaned into them. "Did I do the wrong thing taking something away?"

"No. You did the right thing." (Y/N) assured me. I wiped my eyes and was surprised to find my hand wet. "I know it is rough but she needs this Dan. She may not be happy about it now, but she will appreciate that you put your foot down when it mattered most." I nodded as I buried my head in their neck.

"I'm sorry I lost our daughter." I whispered. (Y/N) chuckled and rubbed my back.

"It is alright Dan. Happens to the best of parents." They said. "My parents lost me in a book store." I chuckled.

"I can see that." I nodded, pulling back to look at them.

"I mean they should have seen that coming." (Y/N) agreed. "They found me ten minutes later looking at the picture books." I nodded as I leaned my head against theirs. "It was bound to happen. And it won't be the last time it does. You handled it well. And I stand with your punishment." (Y/N) leaned over and kissed my cheek. Sighing, I melted into them.

"The price of being parents." I sighed.

"The price of being parents." (Y/N) agreed.

#john larroquette #john larroquette fanfic #john larroquette fanfiction #john larroquette imagine #john larroquette x reader #dan fielding #dan fielding x reader #dan fielding fanfic #dan fielding fanfiction #dan fielding imagine

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sideshow-cellophane-blog · 1 year

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More tickle prompt requests! Polygang but mostly JigZeni/ZeniJig

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“Awfully cocky for someone in your position!”

"You're under arrest!" Zenigata insisted. He was furiously pulling at the myriad of handcuffs attached to his arms and legs, caught in a bed trap that Lupin had crudely installed. The trap served as an alarm system and clock, because Zenigata had started yelling as soon as he had awakened.

Anyone would if they woke up with their arms and legs trapped. His uniform had been completely removed when Goemon went to work cleaning and fixing their unconscious detective, but it sat folded neatly on a dresser in the room. He had his boxers, but his undershirt had been cut open hastily when they saw blood. Zenigata's left knee was in a brace and several scrapes on his torso were bandaged.

"Careful Pops, you'll tear Goemon's bandaging," Jigen insisted. "Settle down."

The shrieking and thrashing paused, and Zenigata resembled a very angry (angey?) panting animal. "What is this?!"

"You were caught in some falling wreckage. We didn't think you had broken anything, but we couldn't leave you on the island," Jigen sat beside Zenigata on the bed. "Calm down, you're in no position to get aggressive on me."

These words served little purpose. Zenigata was giving him venom with a dark look. "Why am I tied up?!"

"Cuz' Lupin knew you'd wake up feeling violent and swinging. Your right bicep is bruised, your right knee was all twisted. Goemon fixed you up and Lupin made sure you wouldn't hurt yourself or arrest us when you woke up. Nothin' personal."

Zenigata slowed his breathing and seemed to relax somewhat. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off he could feel the throbbing in his leg. "Where are they?"

"Avenging you out there. We're on the mainland."

He fully relaxed at those words, and Jigen thought it almost cute how he melted back into the bed. "You gonna free me or what?"

"So you can try to arrest me?" Jigen laughed. "Not yet, Pops. Ready to take some painkillers? You need 'em?" He reached for the bottle on the nightstand and a glass of water.

"...Yeah," Now that he knew he couldn't do anything, and that they had cared for him in their own private way they usually did, Zenigata allowed Jigen to slip the pills into his mouth and take offered sips of water. Hopefully it would take the edge off of the throbbing in his leg. "So…"

"Yeah," Jigen chuckled. "Lemme check your bandages, see if you loosened them. I'm watching you till they get back. There's leftovers in the fridge but I can make you a sandwich or some fresh noodles if you want," As he spoke he moved his hands over Zenigata's braced leg, checking to make sure that it hadn't slipped or gotten caught in the sheets. He checked the skin above, tracing over it to make sure nothing was snagged and the brace wasn't too tight.

He looked up at Zenigata's silence to see a much softer, and slightly more nervous, expression. He paused. "What?"

Zenigata blinked and seemed to shake some unknown emotion off. "Nothing. I-I'm fine. I forgot you're the mother hen is all."

"Mother hen?" Jigen snorted as he resumed his check-up. He traced a scratch over Zenigata's thigh and it twitched. He grabbed some ointment from the nightstand and began to apply it to the missed wound. "Sorry . . . Yeah, I'd say Goemon is more like the hen. He's the calmest one. Or maybe we're just becoming more domestic in our old age, it's - what, am I tickling you?" The leg had begun to shake, and Jigen had to stop again. He smirked at Zenigata's nervous expression and shy grin he was definitely trying to push down and hide.

"J-just be more careful," He said weakly.

"You go from a hundred to zero real quick, and vice versa," Jigen chuckled. "Emotional whiplash."

Zenigata opened his mouth to retort and shut it with a second thought. Jigen had moved up to a bandage just below his ribs, checking the surrounding area with gentle fingers that were too gentle. He couldn't help it. He had to squirm away with a soft giggle. "Let mehe move my arms down at leheast!"

"Stop moving you cocky bastard," Jigen laughed. "I'm making sure you're okay!"

"You're tickling me!"

"Not on purpose!" He was laughing with Zenigata as his wandering hands checked each scratch, each bandage, also blatantly exploring his detective's body while he had him here. "Stop squirming, you're as bad as Lupin!"

"I cahan't!"

Zenigata's torso was riddled with as many scars as Jigen had. It was normally Lupin's department to explore Zenigata's body, usually very drunkenly and hastily in the wee hours of those secret mornings and nights when no one was watching. Jigen and Goemon rarely got to spend any similar alone time together with their fifth partner.

Jigen suddenly appreciated the time he had now with Zeni, and this rare opportunity.

"S-stahahap!" Zenigata finally giggled out. "It tihihickles! Ihit tickles!"

Jigen determined that the ticklish reactions meant that Zenigata was ultimately fine. He had scratches and bruises and a twisted knee that would take several days and ice to heal, but he was fine. And that meant he didn't need to feel guilty about giving in to his innermost desire at this very moment.

"Ya know," He set his hand on Zenigata's belly, enjoying how it sucked in at his very innocent touch. "Goemon's been the only beefcake we've gotten to play with recently…" His hand circled around the navel, enjoying how it twitched and moved. "You haven't gotten to spend any time with us like this in what, months? We've missed you." He stopped moving, letting his fingers sit like the implication of his words.

Zenigata's eyes widened, and his face flushed at the poorly veiled flirting (and much more purposeful tickling). "I…You guys have been on the run," He said in a more somber tone. "Lupin hasn't let me catch up and Yata is up my ass making sure I don't …"

Do this with him.

It didn't need to be said out loud. Jigen's shoulders slumped. He retracted his playful hand in sudden embarrassment. "Yeah. He's been hard for us to keep up with recently too," He admitted. "Lupin always has everyone running after him. Not just you." His chest tightened.

Zenigata moved his hips, the handcuff chains rattling on his arms. "We've always said that. At least you have Goemon when Lupin is running around. I'm chasing him alone."

"Not always," Jigen answered a little too defensively. "We're split up doing our own jobs a lot. You just have eyes for Lupin alone, is all." He stood, playful demeanor entirely gone now. "I'll make you some noodles 'til he's back. Let you rest."

"No, hey," Zenigata called as he started to leave. "Jigen. Stop, come back! Don't leave like that. You know what I mean."

"We know you love him," Jigen turned back. His voice trembled. "But he'll pick you up, make you feel like the friggin' world is brighter than it is, and leave you rubbing your eyes an' picking up the pieces as he moves on to the next treasure."

"...We've had this conversation before. You're usually the one he leaves me for."

"He wants you chasing him."

"And I love you guys too," He insisted. "Even if you're law-breaking bastards. We…We have each other when he's too far ahead."

Jigen sat back down on the bed with a hefty sigh. "He can be a bastard, huh? Guess I'm just as guilty about leaving you behind...." He brushed a knuckle over Zenigata's cheek. "Let's keep this about us?"

Zenigata flushed again and nodded. He had leaned into the touch.

"...Goemon and I love the chase too, you know. Having you here like this is really the best prize we could hope for, even if you can't be around peacefully all the time."

"You mean all tied up with nowhere to go? . . . There's a smile," Zenigata matched the small one appearing on Jigen's face. "You assholes better not tickle me the entire time I'm here."

"No? Even if you like it, beefcake?"

Zenigata's face flushed darker, and that spread to his ears. "Don't call me that!"

"Beefcake? You're built like one."

"Let me go and I'll show you where to put those words," His eyes twinkled. He was playful.

How rare was that?

"You're pretty cocky for someone in your position," Jigen repeated his earlier sentiment. He slid his fingers into the curve just below Zenigata's ribs, and he arched his back with a delighted cackle. "I think I'll keep you riiiiiiight here. Riiiiiiight here warming you up."

"Nohoho! Hehehey!"

"It isn't fair, but neither is how cute your smile is. Look at that. I might keep you to myself to teach you," He moved up the ribs, over a bandage, and straight into the armpits where Zenigata's worst spot was. He forgot how Lupin had learned that, but the gang all knew about the spot that got their detective going faster than tickling Lupin's neck did to him. "Teach you that I'm the one you should be chasing when Lupin is too far ahead. Anytime you need a drink, anytime you're lonely. Alright?"

Zenigata had fallen into snorting and cackling too hard and fast to respond. Bare skin tickles in his worst spot was undeniably the cruelest torture, and undoubtedly the fastest way to get him in a much better mood when it wasn't abused during one of Lupin's escapes.

"You too far gone five seconds into some tickle torture or am I gonna hear a response?"

"ALRIGHT! AHALRIGHT!"

"Alright what?"

"JIGEEEEEEEEN!" Hearing Zenigata roar his name like Lupin's made Jigen feel a lightness in his chest. He loved it. He forgot how his favorite detective could make him feel when Lupin wasn't their sole focus - especially when he was laughing and smiling so genuinely.

The handcuffs rattled hard, and Jigen squeezed the top two ribs as Zenigata lost his mind and twisted back and forth, and he had to stop because now a bandage really was loose.

Chuckling together, Jigen patted it back down and gave Zenigata a kiss to the forehead. "First round's on me later, we'll cook and you'll heal."

It took Zenigata another few moments to regain his breath. He could not drop the wobbly smile. "My team'll be wondering where I am, I gotta make some calls," He rattled his trapped arms again.

Jigen hesitated, but complied.

As soon as his arms were freed, Jigen was pulled into Zenigata's chest and his ribs were mercilessly attacked from either side. He was crushed in a very ticklish bear hug and, to keep Zenigata from being hurt anymore, had to hold off on his instincts to start throwing punches.

"BAHASTAHAHARD!"

"Now who's got the giggles?" Two fingers each dove between the middle ribs, and Jigen's face was (happily) buried in Zenigata's (beefy man boobs) chest as he laughed. "If this is the closest I'll get to arresting you then I'll take ihiHIHIihit!"

Jigen had found himself again and was trying to pinch and grab the other's sides in desperate retaliation.

It had turned into a tickle fight, which went on until Lupin and Goemon came back to find the two tangled in each other's limbs with bright smiles and lifted moods.

Jigen's clothes had also been thrown to the floor unlike the neatly folded uniform, with Zenigata's boxers that Lupin knew were still on when they left. The inspector had been completely freed of his bondage and Jigen had the sheets pulled up to his chest.

Lupin met their smiles with a look of pure hurt at the obvious betrayal. "You guys couldn't wait for us to get back?!"

"Are his bandages torn?" Goemon sighed and stepped up to check on his possibly ruined handiwork.

"Found his ticklish nipples," Jigen replied with a shrug. He exhaled cigarette smoke and plopped back down on the pillows, quite happy with how his afternoon had turned out.

Zenigata swatted at him as Lupin began to strip and complain that he should have stayed behind. Goemon tried to poke one nipple but was also slapped away.

"Ready for round two?" Lupin asked with a bright grin.

"You mean round four," Jigen cackled.

"Shaddup!" Zenigata almost slapped him again, but Lupin was already on top of him for round five.

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