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libraryofgage · 7 months

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Good Vibrations Two

This AU got a lot more attention than I expected actually hfjdks I'm so glad everyone likes it!

Anyway, here's part two! We get some concert, some peeks at how Robin helps Steve navigate social situations, and a little Eddie having an itsy-bitsy crisis over Steve's fashion choices.

Have fun! And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't (especially for this one since I wrote most of it on my phone actually lmao)

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Steve stares at the shirts laid out on his bed, arms crossed over his chest. Choosing jeans had been easy, but choosing a shirt is giving him trouble. What do you wear to a metal show at the local dive bar for a small-town band in which the lead singer is a long-time and way-out-of-your-league crush that you've been holding a candle for since the first time you saw him laugh on top of a cafeteria table?

You definitely don't show up in a plain black shirt, that's for sure.

The lights in the hall outside Steve's room flicker, switching off and on three times. Steve just barely notices, which means he doesn't get his pants scared off when Robin appears in the doorway, grinning at him while pocketing the key to the front door he'd given her months ago into a messenger bag. "Hey, dingus," she says, striding into the room and flopping onto the bed.

Steve rolls his eyes, yanking the shirts out from under her and laying them once more over Robin's stomach and legs. "What shirt should I wear?" he asks.

It takes a few seconds for Steve to look from the shirts to Robin, and she patiently waits until he's staring at her to say, "Just pick one. Nobody's gonna care what you're wearing."

"I care," Steve says, frowning as he looks back at the shirts. For the aforementioned crush reason, Steve cares very much about the shirt he wears. "What says 'Hi, we've never talked before but your music is the only thing I can hear and I think your hair is in desperate need of quality shampoo and also I've been halfway in love with you since, like, sophomore year'?"

Robin considers the question for a long moment before picking up a red sweater. "This one says 'I'm horny'," she offers.

Steve blinks, staring at the sweater for a few beats before laughing. "But I'm not," he says.

Despite looking at Robin, she happens to angle her head toward the sweater, and her response is lost on Steve. He frowns, waits until her jaw has stopped moving, and says, "I didn't get that."

After Robin first learned about Steve's deafness, he'd been overly anxious about asking her to repeat things. Somehow, it was worse to constantly ask when the person knew he couldn't hear well, if at all. But Robin had never shown annoyance; she'd just adjust her posture, make sure Steve could see her lips, and repeat her words. She does all of this now, and Steve gets to read her joking response, "Yeah, but you will be."

And, yeah, she has him there. Steve huffs and collapses onto the bed beside her, sacrificing the shirts. "I'll need a jacket," he says, turning his head to look at Robin so he can read her response.

Instead of words, though, he sees her face light up, and she jumps off the bed. Steve sits up, watching as she digs in her messenger bag before pulling out a t-shirt. "Remember when I stayed over a few weeks ago? And you let me borrow a shirt? You should wear it!"

Thankfully, Robin waits until she's done talking to throw the shirt in Steve's face. Honestly, he only understood a few words ("remember," "borrow," and "wear") but he's gathered enough context clues to get the gist of things.

He spreads the shirt out, humming at the Iron Maiden design. It's not one he wears often; for the most part, it's a shirt he wears on lazy days at home because of how soft it is. But as he's studying the design, Steve is suddenly hit with a stroke of pure genius.

He quickly changes into the shirt and then grabs a varsity jacket (not his letterman, but one he'd seen at the mall and bought on a whim because it used a nice shade of yellow) off his desk, tugging it on over the shirt but leaving it unbuttoned. After a few more seconds of digging around, he finds sneakers under the bed and tugs them on.

"Okay," he says, turning so Robin can see the outfit from every angle. He comes to a stop when he's facing her once more, hands buried in his jacket pockets, and asks, "What do you think? How's it look?"

"I think you'll give Eddie a crisis," Robin replies, wrinkling her nose at the varsity jacket. "Not, like, a bad one. But he'll probably ask where you got the shirt from."

Steve grins, thinking that sounds about perfect, and turns to study himself in the mirror. It's a surprisingly solid blend of metal and jock, and it makes him feel oddly confident, the same way he felt the first time he did his hair just right and everyone complimented it.

"Perfect," he decides. "Let's go."

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The ride to the Hideout isn't exactly quiet, but it's not like Steve can talk and drive at the same time. So it's filled with music blasted as high as it can go on his car stereo, causing the whole vehicle to vibrate with each beat. When he finally turns the car off after parking, Robin grimaces as she rubs her ears.

She waits for Steve to be in front of her before saying, "We're putting the windows down next time."

"Oh. Sorry," Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly as Robin dismissively waves off his apology.

"No, it's fine, I'm just saying. Now, let's get inside before they start."

With that, she loops her arm through Steve's and drags him into the Hideout. They're hit with a wave of cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and sweat as they walk through the door, the combined smells making Steve dizzy. He frowns, leaning closer to Robin as she squeezes his arm. He feels her thumb tap him twice, their code for asking if the other is okay.

"I'm fine," he mumbles, nodding to a table in the corner. "Let's go sit. I just need to get used to...everything."

The lights are weird, too. Despite the place being dim, the few lights that are on are flickering, and Steve is having trouble processing all the new information his (working) senses are taking in.

Thankfully, Robin pulls him over to the table he pointed to, a small circle near a stage of dubious sturdiness. It looks like it can barely hold the instruments, much less those plus the people who will play them. There's an amp on the side of the stage near the table, which means they'll have the perfect spot to feel the music's vibrations. Steve slides into one of the chairs there and closes his eyes, resting his arms on a table that is surprisingly not sticky.

He feels Robin move the other chair next to him, slide in, and start pulling things out of her bag. When Steve opens his eyes again, there's a notebook between them and a variety of pens in all different colors spread out across the open pages. Robin has already picked up a red pen and is writing with it as Steve chooses a purple one.

When Robin is done writing, she taps the page so Steve can read, "Want something to drink?"

"I'm not sure we can trust the glasses here," he writes back.

"The fact you're calling them "glasses" tells me everything. Just sit tight."

With that, Robin drops her pen, winks at Steve, and heads over to the bar where a woman is wiping the counter. Steve watches her for a few seconds before looking around at the other people in the place. Most of them are sitting in groups, talking amongst themselves. Most of them also have mustaches or beards, making it downright impossible for Steve to read their lips.

Instead, Steve just gets a dull kind of rush in his ears, an ever-present background noise he can't escape. Soon enough, maybe because he's thinking about it too much, a high-pitched ringing starts up in his right ear, growing and growing in pitch until it's all he can focus on. Steve grimaces and looks down at the notebook, trying to keep his shoulders relaxed so he doesn't look as tense as he feels. The ringing persists, and he rubs his ear like that's going to help.

His ear is still ringing, though it has started to diminish, when a water bottle is placed in front of him. Steve jerks, forcing himself to calm down as Robin slides into her seat again with a mug of beer that's more foam than anything else. "They're about to start," she says, waiting until Steve has nodded once to show understanding before taking a sip.

Steve looks up at the stage and wonders how he missed Eddie and his friends arriving. As his friends are setting up behind him, Eddie is resting one hand on the neck of his guitar and using the other to hold the mic close to his mouth. Steve can't read his lips, but Eddie's grin is a little contagious as he says something to a guy by the bar. The guy must say something back, because Eddie bursts out laughing, his head thrown back to show off a neck Steve wants to bite.

A tap on his arm brings his attention away, and he looks at the notebook to see Robin has scrawled out a transcript:

"Eddie: Thanks for coming out tonight, everyone

Guy: Fuck off, Munson

Eddie: Love you, too, Jeremy"

Steve snorts, looking up to see Robin's equally amused smile as she continues to write on another page. When he glances at the stage, Steve sees Eddie still talking into the mic, his eyes roaming over the audience until they reach Steve and Robin. Eddie seems to grip the mic tighter, and he holds Steve's eyes for a few seconds, giving just enough time for Steve to wave awkwardly before Eddie looks away. But his smile seems a little bigger than before, and Steve is happy to let himself think he caused it.

When he looks down again, Robin has finished writing, and she nudges the notebook closer to him. Eddie must talk fast, because her writing is almost indistinguishable from chicken scratch in dirt that a cat got dragged through. Thankfully, Steve is an expert at this point.

"Eddie: Anyway, you know the drill. We'll start with some Metallica, treat you to Iron Maiden, throw in a dash of Black Sabbath, and then grace you with a Corroded Coffin original. If you don't like it, not my problem."

Steve feels the beginning of the set as he finishes reading. He sits a little straighter, planting his feet firmly on the floor and placing his palms on the table with his fingers spread. Robin is still writing next to him, most likely transcribing the bits and pieces of conversation she can hear for Steve to read later and laugh at. She doesn't try to get his attention while she does, already knowing it won't be worth it after Steve has shifted into Music Mode.

In the same way that people can tell what song is playing based simply on the first note, Steve can sometimes tell based on the strength and length of the first vibration. In the same way people know the lyrics of songs after listening to them enough times, Steve knows the vibration patterns like the back of his hand. In the same way people who hear their favorite songs played live can tell when a note is wrong or a lyric is sung too fast, Steve can tell when the drummer or bassist makes tiny mistakes that wouldn't be caught otherwise.

And Steve loves it. He loves how his entire body thrums with each vibration that travels from the amp. He loves how he can close his eyes and picture a story based on the music, one that probably doesn't match the lyrics but tends to replace them in his heart. He loves that this is something he can still share with his friends, even if most of them don't realize how different his experience with music is.

So, for all the little bumps and dips that occur in the vibrations as Corroded Coffin plays, for all the tiny slips that certainly go unnoticed by anyone else, and for all the fact that Steve doesn't get to hear Eddie's voice, he can confidently say he loves the show. He's never heard the songs played like this before, and it helps diminish the gut-deep desperation for new music.

And then Corroded Coffin starts a new song. It's one Steve doesn't recognize, one with vibrations that are completely foreign to him, and he jerks his head up to watch Eddie play his guitar in an opening solo. It thrums across the floor, climbing up his legs and spreading in waves from his palms on the table. Steve feels goosebumps chase after it, a new wave washing over him when the guitar solo ends with a particularly strong vibration that's immediately followed by the drums and bass.

Eddie throws himself into the music, moving and twisting and strutting around the stage like he's playing to Madison Square Garden. Steve can't look away, the lyrics incomprehensible but replaced by the jerk of Eddie's hips and the tilt of his head and the little half-spin he does on his heel.

It ends too quickly with one final, reverberating strum that lingers in Steve's bones, burrowing into his marrows as Eddie pushes his hair back and grins into the mic. He says something breathlessly, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, and Steve knows he's gone.

He's hopeless.

He's desperate.

He needs more Corroded Coffin, more Eddie, in whatever form he can get.

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For the first time, Corroded Coffin gets genuine applause after playing. Usually, the patrons of the Hideout will politely clap (if they even notice the set is over) for about two seconds. Tonight, however, Eddie and his friends are graced with excited clapping, a few shouts, and one very strong whistle from a small table to the left of the stage. And it spreads because even rough biker dudes can fall to peer pressure when it's that enthusiastic.

So, yeah, genuine applause all because of Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley who, Eddie thinks, is surprising company for the former King of Hawkins High. No matter how unexpected, he should still thank them and ask what they thought of the set now that it's over. He carefully sets his guitar on a stand and glances over his shoulder, catching Jeff's gaze and flashing a grin. "I'll be right back," he says before jumping off the stage and heading over to Steve and Robin's table.

As he gets closer, he notices the notebook and pens spread out, colorful writing filling the pages and Steve grinning with amusement as he reads it. Robin is watching him like she's waiting for him to understand an inside joke already so they can laugh about it together. If Eddie didn't already know Robin was like him (band camp, summer after his junior year, during an unfortunate game of Seven Minutes in Heaven where they awkwardly stood in a closet together before Robin commented on his black bandana), he'd wonder if something was going on between them.

"How'd you like the set?" Eddie asks when he reaches the table, suddenly nervous enough to tug on a lock of his hair and pull it in front of his mouth.

Robin looks up, but Steve doesn't. He's still reading the notebook, snorting at whatever is written there like he didn't hear Eddie. It's not until Robin elbows him that he raises his head, eyes widening when he sees Eddie. "Sorry, could you repeat that?" Steve asks, his gaze dropping to Eddie's mouth (Eddie definitely isn't imagining that) and faltering some.

"I asked if you liked the set," Eddie says, frowning slightly as Robin grabs a pen and scribbles something on the notebook. It's too small for him to read, but he doesn't miss how Steve glances down for less than a second before his eyes light up with realization.

"Oh!" he says, looking back at Eddie and flashing a charming grin. "It was great. You guys are so loud, and I've never f-uh, heard anything like your original song before."

Eddie catches the way Steve fumbles, faltering like he wanted to say one word but forced himself to say another. Something is tugging at the back of Eddie's mind, but he can't quite grab onto it just yet. For now, he leans forward, placing both hands on the table so he can be closer to Steve. "You listen to metal often, Harrington?" he asks.

Steve stares at his mouth for a few seconds before nodding, and Eddie feels the thrill of learning something completely unexpected. "I like Black Sabbath best, but Judas Priest and Guns N' Roses are close seconds," Steve says.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, "What do you like most about it?" He wants to know. Does Steve Harrington (King Steve, Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Steve fucking Harrington) like metal for the same reasons he does? Does he like the stories and the passion and the heavy theatricality of it all?

Steve seems to hesitate, possibly thinking about how to answer, before finally saying, "I like how it's music I can feel. When I listen to metal, it digs into my bones. Other music doesn't."

Somehow, Eddie's grin gets impossibly wider, and his cheeks are hurting from the sheer force of it. He's about to say more when Robin glances at the clock and swears under her breath. "Shit, I promised Mom I'd be home ten minutes ago," she says, grabbing the pens and recklessly throwing them into her bag.

It's the movement that seems to catch Steve's attention, and he looks down at Robin's hands before looking up at the clock. "Oh, fuck, your curfew," he says, looking at Robin like she hadn't just said the same thing two seconds ago.

"Yeah, no shit, dingus," Robin says, pausing long enough to speak while looking straight at Steve before throwing the notebook into her bag, too. She jumps to her feet and hauls Steve out of the chair, making his varsity jacket fall open to reveal an Iron Maiden shirt.

And Eddie thinks his heart just about stops. He doesn't know why, but seeing Steve in a metal band shirt under an undeniably jock jacket makes him feel....something. This is, like, sacrilege, right? How dare Steve Harrington allow Metal and Jock to meet? Doesn't he know the two styles clash? Or, well, they're supposed to clash, but Steve somehow wears them well, and Eddie thinks he's upset and annoyed by the fact.

Before Eddie can analyze that feeling, Steve says, "Sorry to run, Eddie. You played really well. Let me know when the next show is."

There's a lot to unpack there, too. Steve Harrington wants to come to another Corroded Coffin gig. Steve Harrington is sorry he has to cut the conversation short. Steve Harrington thinks his band played really well. Before Eddie can say anything in response, Robin is dragging Steve away, throwing a goodbye over her shoulder.

Eddie doesn't want Steve to go without something, though, some kind of departing word, so he shouts, "See ya later, big boy!"

Steve doesn't look back, but Robin nearly trips over the doorway. She then pauses long enough to say something to Steve, watching with sheer delight as he splutters and glances at Eddie before dragging her through the door. Eddie couldn't stop the grin if he tried, and he didn't try.

Later, when Eddie is sprawled on the floor of his room, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Steve's stupid combination of Metal and Jock, he'll be struck by a sudden, consuming thought. What if Steve was wearing just the Iron Maiden shirt? What if he wore just the jacket?

Eddie swallows around the sudden lump in his throat, his mouth going dry as he scrambles to his feet and gets ready to take a very, very cold shower.

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tired-and-ticklish · 3 months

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What Goes Around Comes Around

Third and finale part to Rough Day and Bonding Exercise.

Summary: Charlie is ecstatic her bonding exercise idea worked. Though, it might have worked a little too well, as she, Vaggie, and Alastor soon find out.

TW: Tickling, Swearing, Angel Dust being Angel Dust, Australian Slang and Swears

Disclaimer: I do not support V*v*z*epop, I simply like the characters and exploring their dynamics, usually in silly ways.

“Are you okay, Angel?” Charlie asked as she patted his side. Said spider was currently curled up on himself, trying to get rid of any lingering ticklish sensations.

“F-Fucking… peachy Charlie.” The pornstar replied, waving one of his many hands. “You’re both evil.”

“C’mon, like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” Vaggie teased, which made Angel’s face go slightly pink. “Otherwise you would have asked us to stop sooner.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at the scene before her.

“Oh, you think this is funny, princess?” Angel Dust asked, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’ll give ya something to laugh about!”

Before Hell’s Princess could react, the spider’s hands were already upon her, his upper ones tickling her ribs, while his lower ones squeezed her sides. The reaction was immediate, Charlie letting the giggles flow out of her. She kind of expected this retaliation, but it was okay. That was the point of the exercise!

“W-Wahhahaait Ahahahahangel!”

“Wait for what? For ya to tickle me again? Fat chance!”

Charlie squealed, kicking her legs out as she did. It was obvious to see that the Princess of Hell was enjoying this little ‘exercise’, laughing her heart out and not even trying to push the spider away. Vaggie couldn’t help but chuckle in response. It was no secret that Charlie loved silly activities like this, given the many tickle fights the two had during their three years together.

“Don’t bully my girlfriend too much.” Vaggie warned, getting a bit closer to watch Charlie.

“Oh, I won’t.” Angel said, removing the arms on his left side from Charlie. “After all, there’s two people I need to get back.”

That was all the warning the bodyguard got as both Angel’s left hands started tickling her. She jolted from the touch, biting her lip and trying not to laugh. Vaggie was the bodyguard of the hotel, for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t let anyone know (save for Charlie who already knew), that she was ticklish! But damn Angel and his extra hands! It was unfair!

“Didn’t think I could focus on two people at once~?” Angel asked, moving his hands toward Vaggie’s stomach. “Do you even know me?”

“Anahahahahangel yoohohoohhoh diihihihihck!” Vaggie cried out, causing the spider to gasp in mock shock.

“A dick? Now is that any way to talk to someone who’s making you and cha cha laugh~?”

“Vahahahahahggihihihie beheheheh nihihihihice!”

“Sthahahahahay ohohohohout ohohohof thihihihis, Chahahaharlie!”

“Uh oh, the girls are fighting~”

It was completely unfair that Angel could tickle both of them at once! While the hands on his right side started moving to Charlie’s hips, the hands on his left went toward Vaggie’s ribs. The spider then decided to switch it up, using both his upper arms to slowly drag on the bodyguard’s ribs, while his lower ones drilled into the Princess’ hips.

The reactions he got were very promising.

“ANAHAHAHAHNGEL IIHIIHIHHIH’M GOHOOHOHHING TO FUUHUHUHCKING KIHIHIHIHLL YOOHOHOHU!”

“WAHAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT-” *bleat!*

“Oh my fucking God.” Angel’s face broke into a wide, evil grin. “You fucking bleated! Like a damn goat!”

“DOHOHOHOHON’T THEHEHHEEASE MEHEHEHEHE!”

“Hey, either of you ever heard the ‘itsy bitsy spider’ song~?”

"DOOHOHOHOHOHON'T!" Both girls pleaded.

"Man, you both make this too easy~"

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“Well, Husker, I have to say that was quite entertaining!” Alastor mused as the bartender caught his breath.

“May…Maybe for you, you sadistic asshole.” Husk said, glaring slightly at the Overlord, who simply shrugged.

“You can’t deny you’ve enjoyed yourself, Husker.” The Radio Demon teased, that smug grin never leaving his face.

“Well, I’m about to enjoy this a lot more.” The bartender said, still glaring at Alastor, but now with a malicious smile.

Before Alastor could react, Husk’s tail had wrapped around his ankle, dragging the taller demon over to him. The Overlord quickly realized what was about to happen, trying to free himself from the cat demon’s grasp.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Alastor warned, his normally terrifying smile twitching into a more nervous one.

“Big talk for someone who’s just as sensitive.” Husk teased, before poking at the deer’s sides.

The reaction was instant, Alastor freezing up before biting his lip. He really should have seen this coming, and perhaps he did. Afterall, if he truly hated it, he would have already teleported out of Husk’s hold, or mauled the bartender for even daring to try. Still, that didn’t mean he’d actually admit that, as he tried to shove Husk off him.

“R-Rehehehelease me at on-AHAHAHAHA!”

Husk’s hands made their way to Alastor’s hips, digging his claws into the sensitive area. The Radio Demon’s laughter poured out in earnest as he tried to grab Husk’s hands. The bartender simply kneaded his hands a bit harder into the deer’s hips, causing another scream of laughter.

“Damn, boss, no wonder you hate being touched.” Husk hummed “Imagine people finding out you’re this ticklish.”

“Huhuhuhusker! Dohohohohn’t tehehehease me!” Alastor exclaimed, kicking his legs a bit.

“What? You think I’m stupid enough to tease you?” Husk asked, greatly amused. “I’m just stating some facts, boss.”

Alastor attempted to protest, but he was cut off by the feeling of the feathered end of Husk’s tail tickling his stomach, making him shriek. He could feel it even through his shirt, the Radio Demon’s stomach was just that ticklish. Alastor mentally cursed Charlie for this ridiculous bonding idea, despite the fact he agreed to it.

Husk, meanwhile, hummed a bit as he poked and prodded at his boss’ hips, deciding to torment him there for a few more moments. Alastor then felt him stop, though the bartender’s tail was still tickling his stomach, before feeling Husk turn toward his legs. A screech of panicked radio static came from his throat.

“H-Huhuhuhusker wahahait! W-Whehehhe cahahaan tahahahalk about thihihihis!” Alastor attempted to plead as the bartender took off his shoes.

“Sure, you talk Boss.” Husk said, turning to give the Radio Demon a grin. “And I’ll tickle.”

The way Alastor howled as Husk slowly dragged his claws up and down the deer hooves was almost enough to make the bartender worry people would think he was killing the deer, until pleas of laughter burst forth, Alastor’s voice switching between radio static and his actual voice. It probably didn’t help matters that his tail was still tickling his boss’ stomach.

“You know, you can blame Rosie for me knowing this.” Husk told the Radio Demon, chuckling at his reactions.

“IHIHIHIHIH’M GOOHOHOHHING TOHOHOHOH EHEHEHEND HEHEHEHEER!”

“No you won’t.”

Alastor hated when Husk was right. He could never truly stay mad at the Cannibal Overlord for long, even if she had betrayed him and told both his ‘employees’ of his ticklish nature, and where to tickle to get him screaming. Despite it all, the deer could feel his tail wagging slightly under his coat, another reason he kept it hidden.

“Hey, you were giving me shit about my wings before, but your hooves are even worse off.” Husk mused, pressing into the pads. “Maybe I should tell Niffty about that~”

“IIHIHIHIH WOHOHOOHOHN’T HIHIHIIHIF YOOHOHOHOU WOOHOHOHN’T!” Alastor pleaded.

“Sure you won’t.” Husk chuckled. “You won’t directly tell her anything, but I know you, fucker. You’ll drop hints about it to her.”

“NOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIHDEHEHEHEA WHAHAHAHAT YOOHOHOHU MEHEHEHEAN!”

“Maybe I should tell her to clean your ears too, make sure you can actually hear shit.”

“HUHUHUHUHUSKER!”

—

Once Angel Dust and Husk had decided their revenge was thoroughly gotten, they had let their victims go. All five of them then met up with each other on the way back to the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Charlie had their hands on each other’s hips, Angel and Husk were walking close together, while Alastor simply strode close by, using his microphone as a cane.

“I mean, I also need to get Niffty back for tickling me in the first place.” Angel said, chuckling at the idea.

“Tough shit, legs.” Husk began, slightly amused by Angel’s confused expression. “She ain’t ticklish.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m afraid it’s true, my arachnid companion.” Alastor butted in, twisting his head toward the spider’s direction. “Our darling little Niffty isn’t the slightest bit ticklish!”

“Dammit!” Angel huffed. “That’s just unfair! Someone small and dangerous like her shouldn’t have that much power!”

“Try telling that to him.” Husk said, nodding his head toward Alastor’s direction.

“I’m insulted you think it’s my fault she’s like this.” Alastor said, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

“Remind me not to give her any excuse to try with us, then.” Vaggie said tiredly. “Also you want to talk about unfair? How about the fact you have four arms?!”

“Six.” Angel corrected, popping out his third set of arms, which waved to the bodyguard, before pulling them back into his body. “Be happy I didn’t decide to use them on you and cha cha.”

“Though, I assume for balance, all of your underarms are terribly ticklish?” Alastor asked, his grin spreading wider as Angel sputtered in response, the pornstar’s face turning pink.

Before Angel could come up with a good comeback, all of them heard the sounds of someone screaming. They ran toward the source, each ready to fight whatever or whoever was attacking someone, only to be surprised by the sight of Niffty, dusting off Sir Pentious like she had done to Angel earlier.

“Ssssoohohohohomeohhohone gehehehehet hehehher ohohohohff ohohohohf mehehehe!” The snake pleaded, trying his best to grab the agile maid.

“You’re dirty!” Niffty replied, moving the duster toward his hood.

“Miihihihihisss Boohohohohmb, pleheheheesssehehhe hehehelp!”

“Nah, you’re on your own, mate.” Cherri Bomb replied, the others having not noticed her due to Sir Pentious’ reaction. She noticed them though. “Angie! Ya bitch, care to explain why tiny here is on a cleanin’ crusade?”

“She’s always like that.” Angel told her.

“Bloody ace.” Cherri replied sarcastically. “Pen and I just got back and apparently the shelia’s offended by how ‘dirty’ we are.”

“NOOHOHHOOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sir Pentious squealed as Niffty got to his neck.

“Well, perhaps this is an opportunity.” Alastor said, grinning.

“For what?” Husk asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, our newest residents haven’t joined in on our little ‘bonding’ exercise!” Alastor said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It wouldn’t be fair to let them miss out, after all!”

“Oohoho, you hear that, sugar tits?” Angel asked, wiggling his fingers at Cherri, who immediately reacted.

“Angie, I’m fuckin’ warnin’ ya!” She said, going on the defensive. “I’ll make sure ya bloody regret it!”

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Especially since he won’t be the only one helping.” Vaggie said with a grin, immediately tackling the cyclops. “Consider this revenge for blowing up our wall last week.”

“You’re still whingin’ about that?!”

“It did take some time for us to fix it.” Alastor mused, though instead of heading over to Cherri, he instead made his way toward Sir Pentious. “Niffty darling, may Husker and I be of assistance?”

“Of course, Alastor!” niffty said excitedly, ceasing her ticklish onslaught temporarily.

Sir Pentious caught his breath. “T-thank you, misssster Radio Demon ssssssssir.”

“Oh ho, don’t thank me yet.” Alastor said with a teasing tone. “Consider this revenge for ruining my coat, and for trying to spy on us for the Vees.”

“He did what?!” Husk exclaimed.

“Oops, did no one tell you~?” Alastor asked.

“Now guys, we aren’t doing this to be mean.” Charlie tried to plead, but she couldn’t deny her own mischievous grin growing on her face. “Even if it is a kind way to punish them.”

“Oooh, Princess has a dark side~?” Cherri asked. “Kink- whahahaait!”

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” Vaggie growled as she dug her hands into the cyclops’ armpits. “Only I get to talk to her like that~”

“Wow, you struck a nerve, Cherri.” Angel said with a chuckle, coming over and grabbing Cherri’s arms to pull them up and out of Vaggie’s way. “After you, vagina.”

“Getting you back for that later.” Vaggie threatened.

“Ahahahahanghiihihihe yohohohoohu cuhuhuhuhunt!”

Charlie gasped. “We don’t use that kind of language in the hotel!” She tsked, coming over to help her girlfriend and first patron. “Guess we’ll just have to tickle it out of you~!”

“Charlie, we swear all the fucking time.” Angel deadpanned.

“Well, not that word!”

“Now, Niffty.” Alastor asked as he held Sir Pentious. “Where haven’t you tried yet~?”

“M-Misssster Radio Demon, pleassssse reconssssid-”

“I haven’t touched his tail yet.” Niffty answered.

“Wonder if this would work.” Husk hummed, using the feathered end of his tail to stroke Sir Pentious’ own.

The results were much better than expected.

“WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Goodness me, quite a weakness!” Alastor teased. “Imagine your idols finding out about this~”

“Come on Boss, don’t be too much of an asshole.” Husk said jokingly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Husker!”

“Not going to call you a liar, only because I don’t even know if you sleep.”

“Your concern is duly noted.”

Charlie was happy everyone was having fun and getting along. She needed to remember to put ‘weekly bonding exercises’ on their hotel schedule. For now, however, she was enjoying herself as much as everyone else, laughing along and tickling people to her heart’s content. She was sure the residents of the Hazbin Hotel would be redeemed in no time.

#hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #tickle fic #tickle #ler!angeldust #lee!charlie #lee!vaggie #ler!husk #lee!alastor #ler!vaggie #ler!charlie #ler!niffty #ler!alastor #lee!cherri bomb #lee!sir pentious #timeline what timeline #if you saw me say before I had writer's block no you didn't

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Language!

Genshin Impact - Itto x Gorou

A/N: This is a little birthday gift I made for a very dear friend of mine, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to share it with you guys as well, heheh.

And, in case you're reading this, ms. valerie, I wish you a happy birthday!!

Love you, girlie, mwah!

Summary: Itto never heard Gorou swearing before, so maybe it's time to teach the general one or two new words...

Word count: 1781 words

Warnings: Swearing.

“You want me to what?” Gorou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to make some sense out of what he just heard.

Itto smiled, still standing proudly in front of the general. “Say ‘fuck off’ and I’ll leave you alone. That’s easy, no?” The oni eagerly repeated himself, his eyes beaming with excitement while he waited for Gorou to say the word.

“I already told you to, yet you are still here.”

“No, you didn’t,” Itto chuckled matter-of-factly, clicking his lips while he wagged his index finger in front of Gorou’s face, “you said ‘get lost’.”

Gorou crossed his arms, running out of patience for Itto’s shenanigans. “Same thing.”

“Of course not, pup, you didn’t cuss,” Itto insisted, grinning as it seemed to piss Gorou off even more. Maybe, Itto thought, if he teased the general a little more, he would get him to actually swear. “That is, unless you want to have the great me by your side for a while longer,” Itto leaned forward to have his eyes at the same level as Gorou’s.

“I already told you I have work to do. I can’t waste time like th-”

“Then say it already, pup, you’re the one making things difficult,” Itto chuckled, making sure he wasn’t leaving any room for Gorou to sneak past him and get through the door behind him. “What’s so hard about it, anyway?”

“There is nothing hard about it, Itto,” Gorou muttered, trying to keep his focus on his ultimate goal - leave the bedroom - and not get distracted or baited by Itto’s doings. “Now get lost, please?”

Itto groaned loudly, straightening his posture and finishing the act with a dramatic facepalm. “How did it become even worse?! Ugh, why did you even say ‘please’, pup?!”

“T-to get you out of my way?! Why are you so obsessed with me saying bad words?” The general pouted, his tail curling behind his legs while he averted his gaze. Itto’s reactions were starting to get to him, but not in the way the oni expected - Gorou was starting to get embarrassed.

“Because you never do it!”

Gorou widened his eyes - not in disbelief or shock, but in confusion. The general tilted his head, arching an eyebrow. “What?”

“You never cuss!” Itto frowned, “You’re always getting all the perfect situations to tell someone to fuck off or to eat shit and you never do!”

Gorou’s jaw dropped slightly and, if Itto's explanation did anything, it was arousing more questions and got him even more confused. Gorou shook his head, refusing to give such absurdity the least credit.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Of course not! Even when it’s just the two of us! You always say ‘let’s make love’ and never ‘Itto, fu-”

“Enough!” Gorou rushed forward, quickly reaching for Itto’s mouth and covering it with his hands. If he was starting to get embarrassed before at the beginning of this conversion, he was totally flustered by now. “I-I get it, you can stop now…”

“Hmm,” Itto hummed, narrowing his eyes before wrapping his fingers around Gorou’s wrists, pulling his face away from the general’s hands. “Will you do it then? Can you say at least ‘fuck’? Just once? It can be a tiny one, an itsy bitsy tiny on-”

“Itto!” Gorou whined, fruitlessly trying to pull his arms back as Itto kept holding his wrists. “E-enough with that, let me go.” He insisted, trying to speak as firmly as possible, not breaking eye contact with his partner this time.

However, instead of complying with Gorou’s requests, all Itto did was to shake his head and sigh. “Guess I will have to do it another way, pup,” he mumbled, almost as if lamenting the fact that he had to come to this.

“What do you me-ahh!! I-Itto! Put me down!!”

“No can do, pup,” Itto chuckled as he effortlessly swiped Gorou off his feet and took him over his shoulder, carrying him back inside his bedroom. “I mean, unless you-”

“I said ‘no’!” Gorou grunted, banging his fists against Itto’s back as he tried to break free. “L-let me go, you ruffian!”

“Damn it, pup, just call me ‘fucker’ or something like that…” Itto shook his head in disapproval before stopping walking. “Here we are,” he said with a grin on his face before gently pulling Gorou down, laying the general on top of his bed, “last chance, pup, are you sure you don’t want to do it?”

Gorou could only look up to his huge boyfriend, the fact that Itto was straddling his waist made him look even taller than he was. Gorou gulped, his hands clenching at the bedsheets. “...yes, I’m sure of it.”

“Got it,” Itto smirked, holding his hands out in front of his chest, wiggling his fingers just to give Gorou a hint of what was about to happen. When the general opened his mouth to protest, it was already too late.

Itto was a strong man - a strong oni, for that matter. No one could deny the sheer amount of raw strength he had and Gorou already experienced it one too many times before in a lot of different situations. But Itto always made sure to never use his strength when it came to tickling his favorite dog general. Of course, keeping Gorou inside his grip was something else entirely, after all, it was just convenient to have his limbs pulled away and restrained with just one hand. But the hand doing the actual work would always be gentle. Awfully gentle.

“I-Itto- hgh!! S-stohohop it…” Gorou could already feel the corner of his lips threatening to curl up into an adorable smile. Itto was just tracing shapes against his bare sides and Gorou was already losing it.

Gorou tried to reach for Itto’s hands, pry them off his sides, but those evil, sharp nails continued to gently stroke his sides, his tummy, his hips. One after the other, over and over. Gorou gritted his teeth, scrunching up his shoulders and pressing his eyes shut, anything to make it more bearable. “P-plehehease… Stop- agh, it!”

“Heh, what did you say, pup? I couldn’t quite hear it,” Itto said, his hands following Gorou’s stomach all around no matter how much he squirmed. The oni smirked, watching the general try to suck his stomach in whenever he circled his navel. “You should give up while I’m being nice.”

“I- hahh… Itto, p-plehease!” Gorou gasped, feeling the giggles stuck at the back of his throat. He curled his toes and kicked his feet, trying to shake Itto off his lap, but the oni was like an unmovable boulder sitting on top of him.

“So stubborn, pup, where did you even learn to act like that?” Itto clicked his lips, stopping the tickling to quickly reach for Gorou’s hands. “Time for phase 2, then.”

“W-wait, no!” Gorou widened his eyes, shaking his head left and right as Itto pushed his hands up, pinning his wrists above his head. “Itto, that’s not fahahair- ahaha, nohoh!!”

“Come ooon, you’re making me do this!” Itto teased, managing to wiggle his fingers against both Gorou’s underarm and rib at the same time. Despite the few bits of armor around his chest, Gorou’s choice of fashion didn’t do much to protect those spots from Itto. Maybe it was time to reconsider his outfit…

“AhahAHa, I-Itto! Enohohough!! EHehe!” With giggles pouring from his lips one after the other, Gorou continued to plead, threaten and argue with his partner, hoping that any of those attempts would actually get him free.

Yet, if there was someone more stubborn than Gorou, that someone was Itto. “Nah, not feeling like it, pup,” Itto beamed, listening to his general’s bright laughter as he tickled that outstretched underarm. “But I have to admit I underestimated you… you’re harder to crack than I expected.”

“T-then-” Gorou wheezed when Itto finally lifted his hand, giving him a short break, “l-let go, Itto…”

Itto felt an arrow pierce his heart when Gorou looked up to him. Cute, gentle and pleading eyes stared right at him, making him feel like the most evil oni in all Teyvat for messing with Gorou like that.

No, Itto! He told himself inside his mind, shaking his head, focus! He needed to do something to avoid looking at Gorou’s face and-

Oh.

“Itto, I really need to go and- h-huh? Wait, what are yo- AGH! N-nohoh!!”

The general arched his back, planting his heels against the mattress when Itto gently pinched the tip of his ear with his free hand. As if that alone was not enough to send the most delicious awful shivers down Gorou’s spine, Itto started to gently blow air against the inside of Gorou’s ear.

“Itto, staha- hnngh!! T-thahat’s aahahawful!” Gorou protested, trying to move his head away as much as he could, but all to no avail. His face contorted in a funny way, the air stream of air giving him a weird, fuzzy feeling. It felt good, but also pretty tickly for something like that.

But Gorou couldn’t give it much thought. Before he could think of something, Itto blew against his ear again, again and again. The sensation was messing up with Gorou’s thoughts, even making him panic a little.

That damned oni…

“O-okahahy! AhAHa, Itto- ugh, f-fucking stop!” Gorou hissed through choked giggles and, just like magic, Itto stopped.

Taking a second to open his eyes, Gorou was met with the oni’s proud gaze upon him - as if he achieved something great. “You did, pup!! See? I told you, you can cuss!”

The general could feel a strong heat spreading over his face, tainting his cheeks with a bright shade of red. “T-that’s- that’s ridiculous!” Gorou grunted, pushing Itto’s hands away from him as soon as the oni released his own. “I-”

“Heheh, you said a bad word,” Itto teased, poking his stomach, “you said ‘fuck’, you said ‘fuck’ ~” He sing-songed, beaming as a kid.

“W-whatever, get off now. I need to go work,” Gorou rolled his eyes, cringing at the idea that he actually said something like that. So improper, so uneducated…

As Itto slid off his lap, Gorou could finally head out the bedroom. On his way out, all he could think was what kind of excuse he would give to justify his delay. He couldn’t possibly say that Itto was keeping him from work because he wanted to hear him swearing, could he?

“Hey, pup,” Itto’s voice broke in from behind. Gorou turned, noticing how the oni was watching him leave, “you’re fucking awesome, heh.”

Gorou rolled his eyes. How could he have fallen for such an insufferable man?

“Sigh, you too, Itto.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #tickle fic #gorou #itto #ittorou #itto x gorou #lee!gorou #ticklish!gorou #ler!itto

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musette22 · 1 year

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For the nonnie who asked: here are some of my all time favourite lengthy Stucky fics (30-200k, mostly multi chapter):

Not Easily Conquered by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears

This, You Protect by owlet

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic

Lucky Seven by BetteNoire

Political Animals by @spacerenegades, Deisderium

Wishes and Words by wearing_tearing

A Company Man by @whtaft

Push It Real Good by spoffyumi

The Size of Perfection by @phoenike

Like Real People Do by 2bestfriends

Easy Work For Easy Pay by AustinB

Prince Charming by Brenda

What's in a Name? by levi_cas_tho, maichan

Critical Feline Mass by Kryptaria, zooeyscigar

Ipseity by SkyisGray

Circling Back by chaya

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar

The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

with all my skin and bone by unicornpoe

He's All That by @spacerenegades

Monoclonius by Zenaidamacrouras1

oh meet me, my darling, where the sun sets over the barley by charlesdk @trancowboy

Coming Home by charlesdk @trancowboy

The Settler by charlesdk @trancowboy

Waking Up Slow by odetteandodile

Family Placement by notlucy

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) by @voylitscope

then a small thing happened by BeaArthurPendragon

North Fork by BeaArthurPendragon

Itsy Bitsy Yoga by wearing_tearing

All Those Little Pieces by Ellessey

Bucky Barnes Gets His Groove Back & Other International Incidents @silentwalrus1

Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt

Coming Home For Christmas by Chiyume

Chase the Lightning From the Sky by SilverSlashes

These next ones I haven't had a chance to read yet, but I love these authors' other fics so I'm sure these are brilliant too!

lane lines by @sparkagrace

Till It Bleeds Daylight by @cable-knit-sweater

Backhoe by @zenaidamacrouras1

hey now, you're an all star (get your game on, go play) (WIP) by @buckyismybicycle

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) by @otp-holic

Till there were no more wolves in the West by @dharmasharks

better to speak or die (WIP) by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place

Atoms by @andrea1717

I'm sure I'm forgetting some brilliant ones, so feel free to add to this! Also, please check out these authors' other works too, they're all brilliant <3

#in no particular order except for the first two lol #stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #fic recs #I tried putting half of this under the cut but tumblr is being so difficult today for some reason #so sorry #long post

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ronearoundblindly · 19 days

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No Promises (1)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Deadly Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: Lloyd gets outsmarted.

Warnings for HE'S AN A**HOLE AND I SHOULDN'T NEED TO TELL YOU THAT, illusions to sex/imagined sexual acts, general body-shaming, nasty thoughts, drugging/murder, and the unbelievable thrill of Lloyd getting taken down a few pegs. MINORS DNI. WC ~900

Lloyd impatiently taps his pinky ring on his binoculars, adjusting the lenses.

He hates waiting, but there’s nothing for it. The job is to retrieve something this man stole without evidence that anything was stolen from him.

Oh, and kill the fucker. Obviously.

Man’s a thief.

Well, Lloyd’s a thief, too, in a way, but he doesn’t bother to steal without reason. He gets a payday out of it.

This guy—this grossly-obese, sack of shit chumming it up poolside at a resort—also thinks he’s getting a payday out of it, yeah, but Lloyd is so much better than that. He’d see the reality of his situation. He wouldn’t be this stupid. He wouldn’t be spending the money before the exchange was made.

Easy pickings is what this guy is.

All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet.

Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust.

The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini.

His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

Lloyd frowns and spits over the balcony where he watches. He just imagined the yellow bikini riding that sweaty hippo down there—more to the point, he imagined having to surveil the man while fatso tried to fuck a woman like that—and feels queazy.

Some parts of the job he likes. Some parts he doesn’t. Lloyd gets paid either way.

He leans back for a moment, resting his eyes from the high magnification and the bright sun above. He takes in the mind-numbing, incessant beat of island drums that converges from multiple ‘bands’ across the property into the worst white noise.

Lloyd would rather hear the whimpering, whining screams of torture.

Where the fuck are the waves and relaxing shit?

For effect, a gull screeches at him from the next railing over.

“I will fucking eat you,” Lloyd sharply chuckles back, and then he picks up his slippery, cold Arnold Palmer and smacks his lips.

You know what they say: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your whole life.

That’s true. Lloyd’s proven that. The missing part is that if work isn’t work then vacation isn’t vacation, so one has to make do with thrills where they find them.

Lloyd gently lifts the silencer-tipped gun from his lap and shoots the gull right off its perch. He makes a long whistling noise as the carcass falls and lands with a satisfying thud against some enormous bush leaves.

This is going to be easy, he thinks, sipping his refreshment slowly. Child’s play.

He sets down the glass and the gun, repositioning the binoculars over the possibly-sunburnt bridge of his nose.

Watching this poser of a paunch groping the decent-looking, sunshine girl is making him plan out seeing someone of his own tonight. He’ll be done with the guy early enough; plenty of time to find a self-conscious chubster willing to suck and fuck hard for a few praises. It’s basically charity work, but again, work isn’t really work, is it?

Lloyd has to follow the repetitive grind of yellow-tied hips and watch the front bow bounce between breasts to notice that she’s yanking at the string.

He might be in real luck. Is he about to get a show?

The bikini top doesn’t fall away, however, and it’s suddenly missing the white bead marking the edge of the seam.

Sunshine's hands go up in the air, reaching and swaying with the beat, until she turns and drops something small—like a fucking pill—into the target’s drink, reaching for his face and cooing dirty, little things, it seems, by the distracted burst of the man’s pupils.

Mother fucker.

Lloyd sprints back through the sliding door and out of his room, he vaults the banisters to jump down three flights in the stairwell and only emerges at the poolside to see his target collapsing forward, the bikini bitch groping the body as it falls to sneak a keycard out of his pocket.

She screams bloody murder and everyone fucking buys the act. She scrabbles away, bare palms on the concrete, one holding his goddamn prize, until she slips backward into the pool.

“Son of a…” Lloyd scowls, but there are too many people moving over the walkway to rubberneck.

He sees happy, dotted yellow emerge from the other side of the water, empty-handed, a sympathetic towel thrown over a clearly shocked woman.

From across the courtyard, you, Sunshine, turn in Lloyd’s direction, pulling at the front of your suit bottoms to emphasize a stiff, rectangular shape underneath.

You’re staring right at him when slowly raising a middle finger and winking before wrapping the generic towel tighter.

Onlookers and good samaritans gather, crossing in between you two. He can’t make a scene.

Then you’re gone, folded into the wave of terry cloth that ripples and recedes with passing drama.

He stands there, dumbfounded, ten feet away from a dead seagull.

Did…did Lloyd just fucking lose?

A/N: *evil, unhinged laughter* This shit is gonna be fun....

[Next Part: Don't Be Blue, Bunny Boy]

[Main Masterlist; Lloyd Hansen Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #dark fic #lloyd hansen drabble #lloyd hansen series

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coeurify · 1 year

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c-can you develop your "needing abby to shove my face into a pillow n make me cry" thing in something? 👉🏻👈🏻😔 only if you're comfortable doing so or if you would like to write about her!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ under the cut, rough!abby, strap use, and some degradation. lol.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first time writing abby so hope its alright! if not… idk slap me. or send more abby requests <33.

You were sure there was nothing better than this.

Than the soft plush of your comforter under your knees, than your bare back pressed flush to the sticky with sweat skin of your girlfriend’s chest.

Abby had easily pulled you into this position, not even having the control to lay you down after you had greeted her coming home by clambering to your knees on the bed, a smile as bright as the sun gracing your cheeks when she opened the bedroom door. It was cute, cute enough to distract the blonde for a moment before she saw the open expanse of your thighs. You had been wearing nothing but and itsy bitsy shirt, and those lacey underwear she loved so much.

Abby had swore something fierce under her breath, commanding you to turn to face the headboard and stay in that kneeling position. For a moment you let yourself rest despite this, the heels of your feet pressing against your bottom. You swore it took a matter of only seconds before the larger blonde was behind you, tearing off her own shirt and tapping your ass to raise you into that propped up position again.

You didn’t have a chance to chastise her for ripping the pretty underwear and messily pulling your shirt off you. You couldn’t even complain about her not laying you down before she was slamming into you, muttering praises about how wet and ready you were for her cock. The strap she seemed to have rushed to put on had drove you wordless nearly simultaneously with that first thrust.

So you were here, whining against Abby’s grip on your hips. She didn’t speak much, her eyes focused instead on where her strap was disappearing into your center and coming back out soaked. Her large hands were for sure bruising the fat of your hips, not that you minded. But what you did mind was when she slowed down, aiming to watch her strap slowly sheath its way into you again. “Taking it so well, doll.”

Without much thought your hand travelled down your belly, looking to make up for the lost friction that came from Abby’s curiosity. One finger found your clit, rubbing in circles to bring you back to that toe curling state again. You bit back a moan, head tilting back against Abby.

Her blue eyes flicked up for a moment, glancing at your parted lips as you began to shift more. Abby knew it wasn’t from her thrusts, which had slown for her own enjoyment, not paying your own much mind. Her gaze wandered down, finding the source of your new surge of pleasure. Your pretty little hand playing with your own clit— which had very much not been approved by her.

Abby’s jaw clenched, and still as steady as ever, she completely pulled out. A sharp whine passed your lips, and you pressed back against her harshly. That burn in your belly slipping away quickly from the change. Your chest heaved, and you swallowed, lips moving to begin asking questions. Abby was faster than your dizzy mind, a larger and stronger hand coming to rip away the hand that had stilled against your clit.. and then the other.

Without her hands holding you upright, and your own now behind your back, nothing stopped you as you fell face forward into the bed with a yelp. You only had one quick movement to turn your head so you could breathe, red cheek pressed against your silky pillow.

It was easy for Abby to wrap only one hand around your wrists, holding them against your back as the other arm lifted your hips. The position burned your middle, arching an uncomfortable amount against her.

“Ab-“ you began, blinking your fuzzy eyes a few times. Not much made sense, your skin on fire with each small movement, brain going into that mushy dumbed out space only Abby brought on.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Abby questions stiffly, showering you with an immediate feeling of the need to curl into a ball, shame rising into your throat and nose— burning every little nerve there. She hadn’t given you permission, and you were sure to face the consequences for that.

When you don’t answer right away, Abby bucks her hips roughly against you, pushing you further into a bend that makes you cry out, unable to move away from it because of the hands trapped behind your back. Her calloused fingers rub against your wrists before squeezing harder. Even the slightest bit of her strength had left you with bruises before, so you quickly began babbling to stop the harshness.

“No, no abs, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't- I wasn't thinkin,” you choked out, drool pooling in your mouth as you tried to shout more apologies. It's cut short when Abby presses her strap back against your core, and slams her hips in with newfound vigor. Every time you thought you had seen the most of the blonde’s strength.. you were proven wrong. The sheer force sends another cry tumbling from your lips, eyes stinging from the sensation.

“No,” Abby huffs, a few strands falling from the tightly pulled braid and in front of her face. If you could see it right now you would have mumbled something about how pretty she was looking like this. But your only view was the blurry wall to your side as tears pooled in your eyes. You try to lift your head to readjust even slightly, but the hand holding your hip moves to shove it back down, Abby’s large fingers curling in your messy hair.

“You weren’t thinking,” she continues, “You never really do, huh doll? No brain up there the second I get my cock in you— right?” Her hips snap again, and you do your best to stay in the position she wants, wheezing as your face presses more into the side of the plush pillow.

You don’t know you’re crying until the wetness drops onto the pillow beside you, pooling and dripping against your hot cheek. Panting, you blink quickly, trying to stop the tears. It’s no use, every new thrust of the strap sends a new wave down your face. It’s accompanied by moans and whimpers so wanton that Abby thinks she could live in this moment forever, hearing those sounds forever. Your own thoughts dont even make sense, quick flashes of colors and feelings that go to fast to untangle any of them out. Its pure bliss.

“Never gonna do that again, right doll? Gonna be good for me instead of a dumb little girl?”

You can't nod in your position, and you aren’t sure words would come out making any type of sense at the moment, so you can only moan in response. It seems enough for the blonde above you, who quickens her already bruising pace. Your lips let out a little sob, and Abby glances down at your red cheeks, your face smushed against the pillow that now had a wet spot from your tears. It makes something darker, warmer fester in her stomach as your eyes glaze over.

Yea, Abby was sure there was nothing better than this too.

#this is .. filth #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x y/n #rins reqs ❀.

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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four words

punk!miguel and reader

yes please 😋

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

punk!miguel x gn!reader headcanons

punk!miguel has two moods: being an annoying, cocky bastard and being an intimidating, more serious bastard.

punk!miguel loves towering over you. he enjoys smirking down at you and making you feel just how much smaller you are compared to him–it's not the feeling of being bigger than you that he likes, he craves to hear you cuss at him, and just seeing you get all furious at his teasing.

punk!miguel enjoys seeing you get all frustrated when he calls you those nicknames that just make you feel so... tiny when around him, like he's not taking you as seriously as he says he does: 'baby doll', 'mi chiquito/a', and of course...

"you're late to the action, my sweetest little gremlin." he cooed in a deep voice as he sauntered over to you all cocky, ripping his mask off from his head and shaking his unkempt hair. he smirked down at you and chuckled lowly as he bent down to your level. "what's the matter... pequeño/a? not too happy to see me?" he asked you as he placed his hand on your waist, feeling you squirm away from him and hearing you release those deliciously sweet little grumbles of frustration from your itty bitty mouth that sure knew how to complain a lot about him being a 'more powerful, capable spider person than you'... that can manage to piss you off beyond all comprehension.

"this was supposed to be a joint mission, o'hara." you remind him as miguel beat webbing up the anomaly and hoisting their unconscious self onto his shoulder, opening a portal up to HQ quickly as he turns to look at you with a shrug; his cocky smirk not leaving his face. "hey, chiquito/a, relax. it's not my fault your stubby little legs make you so slow that you gotta rely on a big, capable guy like me to help you out. ain't that right, my itsy, bitsy little spider?" he teases you as you huff, wanting to strangle him right now, but knowing that wouldn't solve anything, you kept your hands and anger to yourself. he chuckled, messing up your hair as he tousled it up with his free hand. "how adorable, see you back at HQ. that is, if you can keep up this time, cariño/a."

punk!miguel definitely plays music, preferably punk rock, but he prefers keeping that part of himself to himself. he's not embarrassed or anything, he's in fact, very confident in his music; the thing is, he wants to be better than he is already. he wants to make you stop and listen to his music, swoon to what he plays; and if he can't do that... then you won't get to see him play until you admit his talent's good enough to win you over.

punk!miguel likes teaching you how to play the electric guitar—he can play a bunch of other instruments too, though, like the acoustic guitar and such, but you were insistent on learning the electric guitar—and he loves feeling your soft, dainty little fingers underneath his longer, more calloused ones.

punk!miguel finds it so hot whenever you act all angry and take things in your own hands; he cheers for you whenever you silence everyone to alleviate the chaos, unironically.

punk!miguel would not hesitate going out, acting as your partner to protect you from people who think you're easy or soft. he hates it when people get that impression of you, but he's actually honored to get to know (and fall for) the real, raw you; one of the strongest spider persons in all of HQ, the most loving yet tough people he's ever met, and the only person who makes his heart beat for real, making him feel something other than it being a biological response.

"hey, now..." his low voice rumbled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he glared down at a few people who kept clamoring around you, trying to get your attention when you clearly weren't interested in any of them. "what do you assholes what with my chiquito/a, hmm?" he asked them in a deep voice as he moved in front of you, shielding you from them. he knew you could protect yourself from all kinds of anomalies and villains, but when it came to confrontation, you sometimes struggled telling strangers to go away when you weren't behind that mask you donned on. luckily for you... miguel's always eager to step up to protect you.

"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked them as he towered over them, feeling you cling on to his jacket, making him slightly flustered, but still seething with rage at how these people couldn't even comprehend what personal space and boundaries were. as they left one by one, he turned back to you with a softer expression, holding your hand that clung to his jacket. he smiled all sweetly and chuckled. "pretty good, no? that's the only good thing about looking so scary, you get a bodyguard as well as someone to help you through all the multiverse's endless caca storms." he says as you move closer to him, letting go of his jacket to wrap him in a hug, catching him by surprise. "what's all this now?" "thank you..." you whispered as you clung on to him tighter, making him choke on his words. he cleared his throat as he felt an even worse fluster afflict him, making him smile wider.

he covered his smile up with his hand and pat your back with his other free hand. "you're... welcome. all the time, you're welcome. but all this is only for you, though." he said, adding that last bit in a rushed whisper so you wouldn't hear it clearly. you wondered what he uttered at the end of that statement, but you didn't mind. you always felt so safe around miguel, no matter how rough, stubborn, intimidating, or rebellious he seemed; he was just a big, cuddly, spiky teddy bear that was eager to hug you back... and do more things with in private (though he wasn't opposed to doing it in private, you two had autonomy over your own bodies. so if you'd... let him... maybe...)

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse fanfiction

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downtroddendeity · 3 months

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@turnkeyassurance saw your tags and figured I'd take the opportunity to pause my descent into madness to give my more sober opinions on the Ni no Kuni franchise, lol. (Warning: I am a humongous JRPG nerd)

The NNK games are really odd ducks, quality-wise. You can call either one a good game or a bad game and call either one better than the other, and any combination of those opinions can be something I think is entirely justified. Both of them have things they do remarkably well and also serious, profound, deal-breaking flaws, and the really weird thing is that there's almost no overlap between those two lists for the two games. What clicks and doesn't about both of them is going to be deeply individual.

What Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch does, with resounding success, is Vibes. It sets out at every single step with the goal of being a playable Ghibli movie, and it sticks to that principle. It's all about beautiful, cel-shaded whimsy. It's a game for people who want to feel like they're wandering through the meadows in the movie version of Howl's Moving Castle. There are lots of puns, and you can befriend all the random encounter monsters and feed them ice cream.

But that's also its Achilles' heel: because it's dedicated entirely to imitation, it has trouble bringing things to the table that are really its own. It has the visual and narrative aesthetics of Hayao Miyazaki's films, but it doesn't have the raw emotion at the heart of them. And as a game, its mechanics combine the clunkiest features of menu-based combat and action RPGs, and while everything about the Pokemon-esque mechanics seems designed to encourage players to collect and experiment with them, the balancing turns attempting to do that into a miserable grindy nightmare.

The other problem is that it... isn't actually the first Ni no Kuni game. Wrath of the White Witch is, in fact, a remake of the Nintendo DS game Ni no Kuni: Dominion of the Dark Djinn, which was never released outside Japan. The reason for this is pretty easy to explain, because DDD had another gimmick besides its aesthetics: it came with a real-life physical copy of the wizard spellbook, and the player had to look things up in it and draw sigils on the DS touchscreen to cast spells. So, we've got a high-effort remake that had to completely cut the central mechanic... and which also expanded the plot so that the original main villain was no longer the primary antagonist. This results in a game with what is very clearly a final dungeon and very clearly a final boss and very clearly a resolution to the story, which suddenly has a completely different plot dropped on it like a fucking anvil that it expects you to be just as invested in even though it hasn't had anything like the same level of buildup.

And ironically, this is almost the exact opposite of the biggest problem with Ni no Kuni 2: Revenant Kingdom, a.k.a. the one with my new blorbo, the President of the United Union of Eagleland. 2 is an effort to try to cement an identity for the series that can be its own, rather than requiring them to depend indefinitely on borrowed Miyazaki nostalgia. It just has the teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy problem that at some point in development it had a budget shortfall so bad that you can finish the game without ever realizing that there is a continent-sized crashed interdimensional spaceship on the world map.

This game has had a machete taken to it. Don't get me wrong, I genuinely respect the work they did to make what they could with what they had, but you can see the signs of massive scope cuts to literally every aspect of the game. The back half of the game has almost exclusively recycled enemy and environment assets; voice acting has been trimmed down to canned voice clips; the catboy protagonist's ears and tail are barely animated; one minigame was so inadequately playtested that a level 16 mission is massively harder than level 50 ones; and while whatever restructuring they had to do to the main plot still left the final version with a more solid and coherent central arc than WWW in my opinion, it also left a lot of truly gaping plot holes, like oh, I don't know, why the President of the United States got turned into a 19-year-old.

Literally, they just. Entirely forgot to explain that. Half the DLC is just the writers scrambling to fix stuff like that and add a bunch of character development that should have been in the base game.

However, despite all this, I personally enjoyed NNK2 more than NNK1 unironically, not just for Rolandposting reasons. Compared to the first one, it plays much more smoothly as a straight action RPG, and while it can't provide the same knock-your-socks-off aesthetic cohesion, to me it seemed a lot more heartfelt- that is, like a game that was made because people had a story they wanted to tell.

But, well, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the non-unironic reasons, because the story they really, genuinely wanted to tell was about a magical catboy growing up and learning to become a leader, and somehow, miraculously, they really thought that was the story I was here for too when they opened the game with the President of the United States being isekaied by Nuke-kun.

Sorry, guys, I have a crippling addiction to dramatic irony and my day job is tech work in local politics, you could not have more laser-targeted this at making me specifically laugh my ass off if you tried.

#turnkeyassurance #reply #gameblogging #/#//#ni no kuni #ni no kuni 2

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thedreemer-artrequestsopen · 4 months

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ೀ 𓍯Caregiver Natasha Romanoffʚ♡ɞ˚

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊ ♪ ✧🩰 ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ ୨ৎ

‧₊˚「🩰」 ~ She’s a Mama!

𐙚ೀ 「🎀」 ~ She loves playing with her little one! Elaborate pretend stories where you’re a little spy having to conquer the big bad cookie thief! (A stuffed animal 🧸 >:] )

౨ৎ˚₊✩ 「📍」 ~ Definitely one to sing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” with her Little Spider! Nat is definitely one to hum and sing lullabies for her bedbug (cuz ur sleepy), usually classics and ballet songs!

⋆.ೃ࿔*: 「🌷」 ~ for the older littles, Nerf Gun and Water Gun fights!!! It’s always super fun and, depending on how much trash talk there is she may or may not go easy on you.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 *「🍓」~ She’s definitely a stricter caregiver though. Nap times and bed times, and set times for snacks and such… but sometimes if her baby begs just enough she might get a little something!

⋆𐙚˚⊹♡ 「🌸」~ When she’s away on a mission she always makes sure to call you— even when she’s in the middle of a fight. And sometimes if she can tell you’re gonna have a “Little” week, she’ll call Clint or someone to “babysit” you, no matter how much you protest.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩ᝰ.ᐟ 「🖍️」~ she’s never been the best cook, but she’ll make sure to get you whatever you need— within moderation, of course! Her favorite food to make you are strawberry pancakes and chocolate muffins!

⋆˚✿˖° 「🐞」~ Natasha is overall a lot of fun! Pat a Cake or Piggy Back Rides, she loves playing with you! And at the end of a long day, the two of you will sit down and watch watch some bed time cartoons!

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ “Hey Bug, make sure you eat something okay? And Nap time is at 4:30! I may not be there but I’ll know, okay? I love you little spider! 𓍢ִ✧˚.🎀༘⋆

@romanoffshifting I didn’t forget abt u 🫶🏾🫶🏾 @achilleslefttoe

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iriel3000 · 3 months

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Always Look Up

Febuwhump Day 10 - Human Weapon, alt

Summary: The bad guys think they have Hawkeye trapped. They never saw her coming.

Hydra whump, happy ending, RATED TEEN+, graphic language

excerpt

Three Hydra soldiers slithered out onto the roof. The leader, Elliot Kohl, looked around, no sign of the Archer.

He jerked his hand forward. They crept around the corner and there he was, in position on the edge, bow drawn, laser focused on whatever target was below.

Kohl tossed a coin from his pocket to the far corner. Hawkeye didn’t flinch or look its way.

This would be too easy.

As they inched up behind him, Barton started to sing under his breath.

“The itsy bitsy spider...”

Commander Kohl stopped in his tracks and held up his fist.

“Slid down the water spout.” Barton continued slowly.

One word fell from Elliot’s mouth.

“Fuck.”

to be continued, please click link below

Always Look Up

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #clintasha #strike team delta #hawkeye #black widow

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ghostlymothart · 2 months

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A couple Ocs I've made I'll really have to work on posing so just be patient with me (Newest to oldest) I'll have to redesign Maggie cuz her design is complicated

-So Basically she works as a police officer (I tried to make her outfit look more interesting since normally they're either just all blue or black) her badge is like under her neck fluff on her uniform

-Her name is Temperance T Sidperly So she's a spider since I've yet to see and just thought it was a cool idea.

-She has three kids itsy, bitsy, bitesy

-she has a skull marking on her abdomen

-She keeps A lot of stuff in the two little bags on her belt but she can also have stuff in her neck fluff like a pencil and notebook (She can do some of her own detective work)

-If I were to describe her she'd be Very Over confident, and never backs down from a dare or challenge, she's also like a tough love type of character but she does genuinely care about the neighbors just in her own type of way that's not harsh, or off putting in a way that makes it seem like she doesn't care, But she does it's just hard for her to express it.

-shes about 30 years old

-DemiPansexual

-shes not married (or have a partner)

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Maggie (Cat wizard!)

-has bells that look like goldfish

-has an umbrella that can turn into a staff or a wand

-LOVES Plants! (And bells)

-lives with Magnus in a tree house!!!

(Complicated Topic ahead)-she is Declawed by adoptive parents (Both are puppets) no one but her and Magnus know about it She doesn't want to tell the other neighbors because she doesn't know how they'll react, and because she thinks they'd have to help her more and more often because of the fact that she's Declawed, (like opening jars or something more related to that) and she doesn't want that so she more or less keeps quiet about that, and it's also the main reason why she wears gloves all the time.

-Afraid of the doctor

-Age 25

-Lesbian, asexual

-height 4ft

- she loves finding things, anything abnormal or mysterious!

- she loves solving riddles and puzzles!

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Magnus is more of a relaxed and easy going cat ready for any type of adventure! He's always looking out for Maggie! (Like that of an older sibling) They're best friends!

- LOVES fishing! (Has a wizard hat that looks like a fish!)

- he's very talented in potion making!!! And takes some with him in case of an emergency!

- his fishing rod CAN transform into a wizard Staff (Maggie can do the same with her umbrella)

- he'd never break a promise no matter what happens

- He likes spending time with Barnaby and Maggie

- He thinks it's weird that Home is alive, he finds them very odd...he doesn't fully trust them but he keeps a close eye on them just in case

-He is Asexual and Bisexual

-he is about the same height as Barnaby 7'5ft

-he is 28 years old!

-He has very sharp claws!

-he always makes sure that Maggie doesn't touch anything that's toxic or dangerous whenever he's around, or get into too much trouble

-lives in a big tree house with Maggie

-he almost always seems a bit lazy/sleepy around the neighborhood but not entirely.

#my ocs #oc #oc stuff #ocs #welcome home oc #welcome home original character #digital art #art #fandom #artists on tumblr

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witchofthesouls · 2 months

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How tiny would the second set of sparklings be after Overlord?

Very tiny and delicate as they're really premature. Their saving grace was that their forms were nearly settled and had begun the bulking phase.

Nickel was able to drop them inside an incubator, so their bodies could stabilize more and hopefully get more weight on them. And had a screaming match with some 'con medical personnel. She stole joints and sliced cabling since she's at the perfect height for knees and ankles before kicking people out.

It's unfortunate that the Decepticons don't have a blacksmith that's experienced with neonatal care, but there's a Prion medic and Camien nurse from Order the Luminara that made some plans.

Because the three are itsy-bitsy, they wear onsies for better thermoregulation. They're either sleeping or eating as they have severely limited reserves.

Tarn has upgraded to perch since all three can curl into the nook between his neck and collarfare, which is far easy to keep track of them since all three can fit in his palm and still have room to squirm around. The split-sparks are grumpy because that was their favorite spot, and they got kicked out to his chassis.

Nurse is grumpy because of the healing process, and the lack of biolights on their armature means Tarn's cozier to all the sparklings' senses.

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gaybananabread · 3 months

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I might be forgetful or just obsessed, but I don't think anyone's asked for headcanons about our Spider Gang: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie. >w< Or just your favorites, of course. I admit I'm most curious about Gwen and Hobie.

-Panda/Black Feathers

🕸️Spider Gang Tkl Headcanons☆

~What's wrong with both? But yeah, I've yet to do headcanons with these goobers. I don't know this “consistency” people speak of, so expect none of it. I do wanna add some other spider peeps to these, but we'll keep it to the Gang for now. Expect some more food, probably within the next few weeks. Thank you for the request!~

🎧Miles🎨

General:

We can all agree that he's a massive dork about this, right?

He's a lee-leaning switch, though it's close.

Loves tickling both ways, but can admit neither.

Boy gets squirmy every time the word is even mentioned. You bet he practically dies when any scene comes on TV

Lee:

Lee moods for him are quite frequent.

His friends have a system for detecting them at this point. Checklist and everything if they feel like being goofs.

Nervous giggles, extra knee bounces, higher voice, showier clothes if he's bold, easy blushes and jumpiness. They've got him down to a T at this point (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Super squirmy lee, you almost definitely need to pin him if you wanna live. Known for his donkey-kicks.

Worst spots are his armpits. He will screech if you even try to get him there. Not a spot for the weak-willed.

Melt spot is his neck. A few fluttering fingers, maybe gentle scritches under his chin, and you’ll have a giggly puddle of sleepy mirth.

Real easy to fluster. Say the t-word a few times, compliment his inevitable blush, maybe incorporate the Itsy Bitsy Spider. Immediate results!

He feels like he'd be super air-ticklish. Can not handle any wiggling fingers or sneaky teases.

Doesn't ask for what he wants, like, ever. Gotta use your detective skills around him (the checklist above is very helpful (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠))

Ler:

Such a shit, even though he can't handle a fraction of what he dishes out-

Absolutely webs people up to help himself (only if they're comfy with it ofc)

Very playful and teasing. You blush? Get ready for him to point it out at least seven times. Snort? Good luck.

“Your cheeks are all red, gigglebox. This fluster you that bad?”

“Aww, you snort? No, don't hide your face! I wanna hear it again!”

“What d’ya think happens when I go here? Yeah, right there. Only one way to find out~”

Once he gets a handle on his venom power, he learns that very small shocks can be quite effective in wrecking his lee.

So, Miles being Miles, abuses that knowledge at the most inopportune times.

Little jolts during training, walking through the halls, studying, you name it. By the end of the day, people are either ready to kill him or want him to just get it over with. He's happy either way.

Has high respect for boundaries. Before starting, he'll make sure the safeword is remembered and clarify what they're comfortable with.

Super nice aftercare. Cuddles, snacks and maybe listening to some music and napping on him while he sketches.

🥁Gwen🩰

General:

I’m gonna go with ler-leaning switch. Like Miles, it’s pretty close. These kids just love to laugh ¯\_(´꒳`)_/¯

A bit better in terms of confidence. If it’s a good day and the mood isn’t too severe, she can ask one of her close friends. Other than that, suffering until someone notices.

Lee:

When she gets lee moods, everyone is almost immediately alerted.

Either she has the courage to ask, or in the more likely event that she doesn’t, she’ll provoke everyone.

Snippy comments, crop tops, hair up, sarcasm for days, and THE SASSSS

If they don’t realize she’s in a lee mood, they’re gonna wreck her anyway for getting on their nerves.

A squirmer for sure, though not quite as bad as Miles. Careful of her legs, though. She was a dancer; that kind of strength combined with spider-power won’t feel very good to the jaw.

Worst spot is her navel. A few raspberries and she’ll be a cackling, snorty mess.

Melt spots are her back and ears. She loves light traces and scratches along her back, and a feather on the shells of her ears would be heavenly.

Adores cheer-up tickles. You’ll make her entire week if you gently trace her belly or squeeze her sides when she’s upset.

She’s got a really pitchy, bubbly laugh. You get her to belly laugh, and you’ll be rewarded with lovely snorts.

Ler:

VERY sassy and playful. Will tease the living hell out of you and giggle while she does it.

Anything she can tease you for, she will. Usually teasing-compliments, but she shakes it up.

“Such an adorable belly! It’s like it was made for me to poke and squeeze. Can’t deny its purpose, can I?

“It’s so easy to fluster you! I just need to say that one little word, and you can hardly breathe~”

“It tickles, does it? Sucks to be you. Now, onto those ribs…”

Gwen likes doing her nails with her friends, so those babies are always nice and tickly. The boys can never manage to keep theirs like that, no matter how hard they try.

She likes blowing raspberries if it’s someone she’s close to. Loves the silliness, and their reactions are just too cute.

Very good at giving cheer-up/comfort tickles. If someone’s upset, they go to Gwen for some special pick-me-ups.

Wondrous aftercare. Back rubs, praises and a movie night. She’ll even braid your hair if that’s something you’d enjoy.

✮Hobie🎸

General:

The switchest spider to walk the Earth, I dare you to fight me on this/j

So chill on both fronts. He just goes with the flow.

Has magic “can say the t-word whenever” powers, loves abusing them.

Absolute menace in tickle fights. He’ll either kick your ass, or fluster the hell out of you while you attempt to wreck him.

If anyone’s in a mood, lee or ler, Hobie’s their best bet.

Lee:

Okay, so…he definitely is open to being wrecked by his friends.

One of them has a killer ler mood? Hobie’s here to help. He’s gonna be all teasy about it, but it’s quickly replaced with giggles.

When he’s just straight-up in a lee mood, he can ask with next to no problems. Coincidentally, he “accidentally” flusters his ler more often than not.

If he just doesn’t feel like asking, he’ll put on a crop top, rest his arms behind his head, and wait for someone to get a ler mood or try something.

We can all agree that this smug bastard would try to fluster his ler, right?

Holding his arms up without being asked, telling them to keep going, how good they’re doing, “Ready when you are~”, teasing them for “staring,” the list goes on.

Worst spots are his feet, followed by his underarms and hips. He’s not always in the mood for footer tickles though, so the pits are your best shot.

Melt spots are his calves and palms. Mr. Guitar would adore some hand tickles, and the tall prick deserves some draw-backs.

Rumbly, base-sounding giggles if it isn’t that bad a spot. If it is, you’ll get loud, boisterous, scraggy laughter. Very fun to find and point out the differences to him, he’ll definitely appreciate it! ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )

Ler:

He has two sides, one very different from the other.

The first is gentle, comforting tickles. He won’t go too fast or vigorous, only upping the ante if you ask or seem ready.

“Those some cute giggles ya got there, mate. Glad you’re sharin’~”

“You’re adorable, ya know that? All blushes an’ squirms, but you ain’t said ‘stop’ once~”

The other is the one you should be terrified of.

Evil teases, immediate worst-spot tickles, keeps you laughing until you’re in tears (unless you tap out beforehand)

“Wha’s that? Oh, tickles, does it? Good, ya needed a laugh.”

“Man, you’re laughin’ pre’y hard. Blushin’, too. I didn’ know any better, I’d say yer enjoyin’ yourself~”

Either way, he listens to boundaries and stops whenever you ask/seem like you’re done. Boy is all about respect, in this sense anyway.

He definitely plays the lee-guitar game. Your ribs are now his strings. Might even get his pick out if he’s feeling really evil.

Changes up his methods for each lee (let’s stick with the gang’s regular moods here before I go on a tangent)

For Pav, he’s a smug asshole. Lots of fake-outs before he actually starts, continuously calls his reactions “fuckin’ adorable” to see him blush. No mercy until it’s needed.

With Miles, he’s a bit less evil. Mainly just teases him for being so ticklish and his blushes.

For Gwen, he’s rougher. She usually likes to forget her name, and he’s more than happy to help. Raspberries, teases, the whole nine. Whatever gets her cackling.

Amazing with aftercare. Will pull you into his lap for cuddles, and he gives incredible massages and back rubs. Praise for days if you need them, and even if you don’t, he’s happy to supply them.

🪷Pavitr☕

General:

Suuuuuch a sunshine boy I swearrrrrr ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

He gives lee-leaning switch. Loves getting his ass handed to him, but occasionally loves making his friends giggle and squeal.

Can admit that he likes both sides, though he can only say the t-word itself if he isn’t flustered.

Always up for helping one of his friends if they’re in a ler mood, and sometimes ready to wreck them for the greater good (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Lee:

Loves being tickled, especially if he’s in a really bad lee mood.

Most of the time, he’ll whine to either Hobie or Gayatri that he’s “feeling fuzzy” and they’ll get the message. If he isn’t that worked up, he’ll flat out ask.

Very squirmy little worm, though he doesn’t flail like some of the others. Has accidentally headbutted before though, so careful if you’re messing with his neck.

Decently easy to fluster, though it takes a while to wreck him. You’ve gotta know exactly what you’re doing to really get him good (just ask Hobie or Miles, they’re loving narcs)

Worst spot is his belly, specifically his navel. Raspberries are killer for him there. Him and Gwen share a death spot and both torment each other with that knowledge.

Melt spots are his forearms and under his chin. Adorable to trace a few inches up from his pits and watch him dissolve. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t love some gentle tickles under his chin, can you? (answer: no)

Bright, bubbly, almost boyish giggles. Things get a lot pitchier when you really wreck him, squeaks and squeals coming in no short supply.

Ler:

Surprisingly formidable ler when the mood strikes him.

Most don’t suspect it to be that bad and give him full reign. They’re quickly proven wrong.

He respects boundaries of course, doesn’t ever go overboard. Takes breaks to check in and let his lee breathe every few minutes.

Loves to tease with compliments and praises. This is where he abuses his powers.

“Aww, your laugh is so cute! Who knew you’d be so ticklish?”

“That blush is just adorable, friend. You really have to show it more often!”

“I know, it really tickles here, huh? You’re doing great!”

If he’s feeling like a goober, he’ll play “Tickle Monster” and blow little raspberries on your belly. Might even make little “nom” noises while he does it to be a menace.

Loves giving tickle hugs. He’ll sneak up behind someone, koala-hug them and start wiggling his fingers into their sides. (Being short actually helps him there)

If one of his friends is upset or stressed, he’ll talk it out with them before suggesting a tickly cheer-up. If they don’t legitimately object, he’ll sweetly tease them until they’re all giggly and happy again.

SUPER sweet with aftercare. Cuddles, snacks, praises, and just general conversation. If you want to, he’d even be open to a nap.

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