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Lasso of Tickle Truth
Summary: You are Wonder Woman's most evenly matched enemy, but she has a combination of ways to win.
Note: This was just an idea swirling in my head, and I apologize if some of the details about her aren't portrayed that well! Thank you for your patience!
Word Count: 1133
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You stumbled into a run-down shed, desperate for any hiding place. You were finally out of view from an ongoing chase with your arch nemesis: Wonder Woman. You two were in constant battles, trying to defeat the other once and for all. Your current heist was to steal a sacred document that was too important to lose. You were successful in this task, but were too late in escaping before being seen. This is how you were in the position you were in now.
You breathed heavily, fleeing by car and then foot. It was dark in the shed, a place that probably hadn’t been visited in decades. A wood chip fell off the ceiling, startling you. You silently cursed, knowing that you needed all the help you needed. Having things fall apart only meant more noise to be made and a higher chance of you being found. 
You heard footsteps outside, getting closer by the minute. You held your breath, hoping it was any random bystander. Anyone but her. 
“Sorry I’m late,” you heard, just outside of the shed. You scooted in as far as you could, trying to disappear in the darkness.
“Not gonna speak?” Wonder Woman asked.
Your eyes widened when you saw a golden glow appear outside of the shed. If she used her lasso of truth on you, you knew you were done for. She would find out where you hid the document. All of that planning to escape would be wasted.
There was a moment of silence, and you were unsure of what you should do next. You were too scared of what her next move would be.
After a moment, the flimsy door to the shed flew open, revealing the superhero and her lasso in front of you. You backed up against the wall, knowing that you were stuck. You felt around in the darkness for a secret back door. Your hand felt the shape of a knob and quickly turned it to open the door. You pushed it open and sprinted out, not getting very far before her lasso was roped around your torso.
You fell to the ground, struggling to get out, as she quickly caught up, pinning you to the ground. 
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wonder Woman asked, raising an eyebrow. With the lasso of truth around you. Luckily for you, your power was a strong ability to fight against this.
“N-noth-ing,” you struggled to say.
“I know you stole the sacred document. You’re not going to fool me,” she said, smirking down at you.
You turned your head away, refusing to fall for her trap.
“I can fight your silly lasso you know,” you spat back at her while glowering.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and it felt as if you were two siblings fighting rather than two arch enemies. 
“Maybe I’ll need something a little more powerful then hmm?” Wonder Woman suggested. With the lasso still around your torso and arms, she began to tickle your sides.
“NOHOHO NOHOT THAHAHAT,” you shouted, knowing that this is one thing you could never defend against. Especially when you were stuck in her lasso.
“What’s this? The big bad schemer is ticklish? Who would’ve thought this was how you were gonna lose…” she commented with a grin.
“AHAHAHAHA IHIHI WOHOHONT LOHOHOSE,” you squealed, as her fingers moved up to scratch away in and around your ribs. 
“You may be able to fight the lasso pretty well, but combining it with tickling will make you spill for sure,” she said, now taking her finger and wiggling it in your belly button.
You shrieked, bucking so hard that you were able to flip onto your side, desperately trying to protect your sensitive giggle button.
“Awww does that tickle? Is that what this button does? It makes you laugh?” She asked, repeatedly poking into it, causing you to scream for her to stop.
“Tell me.” She demanded.
You were weakened by the tickles, and the lasso of truth was getting more and more difficult to fight against.
“N-never!” You barely said, as she flipped you back to your original position, face up.
“We’ll see about that. You know the thing is, I have intel on all of my enemies. I happen to know a little someone has very ticklish feet,” she said with a wicked grin and sat on your shins.
“NO! DONT YOU DAHAHAHARE,” you laughed while screaming and thrashing around. You desperately tried to take the lasso off, but Wonder Woman was quick, turning around and squeezing your hips, making you collapse again with a squeal.
With that, she continued to rake her nails over your sensitive soles, holding your toes back and tickling underneath.
“OHOHOKAY IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you shouted, as she slowed her evil fingers.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” she said with a wink. You squirmed uncomfortably, before blurting out the location when she gave your knee a squeeze.
“IHIHIN THE HEHEADQUARTERS,” you squealed out.
“Thanks for the confirmation,” she said with a smirk.
“What do you mean?!?” You asked.
“Oh I figured, but at the same time it’s always fun to pick you apart,” she replied, as you flopped backwards with an eye roll.
“It is so funny though that you’re so weak to tickles,” she commented, gently flipping you over and tickling your back and neck while you were still in her lasso.
“NOHOHOOHO PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIVE HAHAHAD ENOHOUGH,” you squealed, turning bright red.
“It’s fun messing with someone who’s supposed to be equally matched with me,” she said, now letting you out of her lasso. You quickly tried to yank it, wanting to expose her secrets. However, it backfired as she gave it a much stronger yank, as she captured you and tickled up and down your sides. You entered yet again another fit of laughter, smacking her to tap out. You cursed yourself for this evil weakness. But being human, you knew she had to be ticklish as well.
“Oh big bad Wonder Woman~are you ticklish?” You asked, before tackling her and pinning her arms above her head.
“I’m not even touching you yet,” you teased, as she was already giggling like crazy. With that, you used your free hand to tickle her armpits, letting her experience the torture you just went through. You blew a big raspberry on her stomach while tickling her sides, which got a great reaction.
You finally let her up, knowing how bad it was.
“Maybe we have more in common than we thought. Shall we team up?” Wonder Woman asked jokingly.
“Yeah we should just go and use tickling as our new power,” you joked in reply.
“Oh I know you’d love to stay the villain though,” she teased, as you avoided eye contact and blushed.
“Knew it.”
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Stray Kids - Lee Mood
Pairing: Lee!Minho X Ler!Bang Chan
Warning: This is a tickle fic. If this type of thing is not your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!
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The members of Stray Kids had just come back from a long day out and were finally back to their big shared dorm, ready to settle in for the night. Chan was relaxing in his room, watching some videos on his phone and sipping on a can of his favorite soft drink. It felt good to finally relax after being outside for the whole day. He was about to close his eyes for a nap when he suddenly heard a gentle knocking at his door. “Come in!” he said, waiting for the other person on the other side.
Chan’s room door creaked open and there stood Minho in his pjs looking down at the floor. The leader immediately knew something was up as he noticed his bandmate’s behavior. “Lino, are you alright?” he asked in a caring tone. He wanted to make sure nothing was bothering his buddy. He motioned with his hand for Minho to come closer. The younger walked over and began to speak but had a hard time getting the words out “I-um…I’m..in a…” His head was still facing the ground as he struggled to talk. Chan looked at him with a worried expression. “You’re in a what?” he asked.
The shy boy finally managed to speak up after a few more stutters. “I’m in a l-lee mood…” he whispered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Chan simply smiled as he knew exactly what this meant. Minho wanted tickles. He sometimes forgot that his bandmate was one of those super shy lees. “Aww, Lino! Come here, buddy” the leader said, patting the open space on his bed. Lino quietly took a seat next to him. Chan scooted his way in front of the other boy and told him to lay down, in which he agreed to do so. Lino watched as the older began to carefully roll up the end of his sleep shirt. He immediately began flustered and quickly hid his face.
Chan smiled down at his friend, thinking about how cute he was when he was all shy like this. “Here, I’ll start, ok?” he said to the younger. Minho shivered when he suddenly felt a single finger run across his stomach. Chan was warming him up with gentle touches to get him comfortable. “Aww, what’s wrong Lino? You ticklish?” he teased. He continued to tickle the boy below him, now using all five fingers. Minho immediately burst into a fit of giggles, slightly rolling around on the bed. “Channie nohoho!!”
The leader chuckled at Lino’s cute response and went on with his tickling. Chan took his time tickling his belly then making his way to his sides then down to his hips. The younger giggled and laughed as Chan worked his magic. “Stahahap!! No more Channie!!” he exclaimed through his laughter. He was telling the older to stop tickling him even though he obviously didn’t mean it and was clearly enjoying the attention. “Stop? But Lino,, you asked me to tickle you, silly!”
After a few more minutes of tickling, Chan stopped and told Minho to remove the pillow and uncover his face. The giggly boy slowly lowered the pillow, revealing his face that was red as a tomato. Chan couldn’t help but “aww” at the sight. Lino quickly looked away, embarrassed. Chan quickly brought his attention back to his friend’s stomach. “Now, how could I forget about this adorable little button?” he teased at his bandmate. He reached out and began to lightly scratch around Minho’s navel with a single finger, waiting for his reaction.
Lino was in stitches. He let out a loud squeal and threw his head back. “AHH CHANIEHEHEE!! he shouted. Chan giggled at the younger that was now in hysterical laughter. He knew that was Minho‘s sweet spot. “Ahh Lino, you are just so sensitive!” Without the pillow covering it, Minho’s face was now in full view. The sight of his huge smile and flushed cheeks was too much for Chan to handle. He continued to tease the younger for a few minutes. “OKAY,, OKAHAHAHAY!! I CANT TAKE IHIHIT!!” The leader knew that this was his sign to finally let Minho go. Once the tickling was done, Lino quickly covered his stomach and let out a few more chuckles, trying to shake off the phantom tickles.
“Man,, that really tickled…” Minho said, still trying to catch his breath. Chan smiled at him, pleased with his work. He always enjoyed giving his members a good tickling when they needed it. Lino looked up at Chan and grinned. “Thanks for that, Chan,, I’ll have to get you back sometime” he added with a mischievous smile. The leader rolled his eyes. “Good luck trying to get me back!” he teased. Lino hugged his buddy then went back to his room, satisfied with his session. Chan looked at he walked out, already thinking about his next fun session with one of his best mates.
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The Sound of Love
☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader
☆ Synopsis: Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team.
☆ Word Count: 5,207
☆ Notes: Loki is smitten flirty ler. Reader is a mutant with hypersonic voice. This had been in my WIPs for so long, but I finally have some time off 😭 enjoy.
☆ Warnings: Anxious Reader, insecurities regarding voice and brief weight insecurities are mentioned. I am a sucker for opposites attract so the reader is a stereotypical sunshine happy go lucky.
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Being an Avenger was interesting on its own, periods of strict dieting, rigorous training regimes, public events to raise public morale, testing out technology, political meetings, missions that lasted days or even weeks. Now, when you were, not only a former enemy, but the enemy, the original reason they came to exist… Well, it made it all more difficult to just do anything outside of the tower.
It made Loki concerningly reclusive. At first it seemed convenient, people were scared of him, so him wanting nothing to do with the outside seemed like a fair exchange, the facilities had everything needed to survive anyway. But it was only a matter of time until it became concerning.
So, Thor started doing his best to drag him along to his patrols and visits to town. Which helped getting less dirty looks from people rather when he tried going alone. But Loki always found a way to escape back to the compound and cut his visits to the town short.
But things changed the day he met you.
And Loki was not particularly one to fawn over mortals like his brother whose line of lovers could fill countries, not even over another god. While Loki had a fair string of lovers behind him, none ever really meant much to him or lasted much for that matter.
But you… you had something different. You were everything Loki found annoying. If there was a list to thing that got on Loki’s nerves, you may have as well checked every little box. You had a strict moral code and mawkish righteousness like the super soldiers, you had a strong temper and were very vocal about the things you did not stand for like his brother, you had a bubbly personality and enjoyed teasing and joking (almost flirting) around like Stark and the Falcon did and given your powers you tended to be quite loud. And somehow, despite all those things that could drive Loki mad, he was completely smitten. Which was probably the most infuriating trait you had.
Being placed together, Loki and you seemed to be like night and day at first instance. Loki noticed how you always seemed to be in a good mood and never denied anyone a nice chat, while you practically had to beg Loki to engage in conversation and even still, he’d seem rather bothered by being interrupted. You were always doing something to help around the quarters like doing extra dishes, cooking snacks for everyone, or wiping dusty furniture when you noticed something was dirty while Loki spent his free time with books are maybe an old movie when he felt like agreeing to enjoy human culture. And while you enjoyed reading as well, while Loki liked reading in silence you usually heard music earphones as you wagged your leg along the beat as you devoured books beside him.
“Hey nerds,” Sam stepped in the room. “We’re going dancing tonight, you two coming?”
“I’d rather—”
“Oh, which club?” you asked excitedly.
You had a way of peaking Loki’s interest when you spoke like that, your enthusiasm was terribly contagious, but he was too proud to do anything but pretend he was still focused on his book.
“Nat and Wanda wanted to take their men dancing.”
“Oh, so we’re staying home tonight?” you smiled.
“Do you think yourself capable of convincing Banner or Vision of socializing in a big club?”
“Hey, no judging. Besides, it’s more fun like that, we get to choose our own music.” You smiled brightly, you always seemed to have something nice to say about everyone. “Which conference hall are you gonna use?”
“2C, at 9 pm.” Sam grinned. “I take it we’ll see you there, mockingbird?”
“Yeah, should I wear something in particular?” you asked.
“Oh, how about that something se—”
“Sam, you finish that sentence and I’ll glue your upper arms to your chest.”
He wasn’t one to agree with the other Avengers, but that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing. And Wilson didn’t take it personal as he just laughed and left.
“Are you joining us, Loki?” you asked.
“I would rather stay here and finish my book” Loki smiled. “You go have fun though, darling.”
“Oh… b-but it won’t be as fun without you! Please, please, oh please!” you had your fingers tangled in a praying gesture and you were making the biggest pleading eyes he’d ever seen.
You were unfairly cute, but the power of persuasion you had over him was even scarier than the one from your mutation.
“Yes, of course” he sighed. “Thor would be upset if I keep passing up on your silly group bonding activities.”
You had tackled him in a couch in a bright hug as you thanked him over and over as your cheek squeezed his own, even pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek.
Between such affection and getting to see you dance all night was the most delightful way to spend the night he could think of. Next chance he’d even dance with you. Because he didn’t want to make the mistake of not dancing with you when you invited him ever again. Not that he minded watching you dance the night away.
And your singing, Norns, if you weren’t talking to anyone, you were always singing at least in a mumbly manner. Loki wondered how you could never go hoarse.
Every time you sung Loki’s heart fluttered. There was no right that your singing did the things it did to him. But he couldn’t help but swoon every time you did. And people were starting to notice. Karaoke nights were particularly interesting.
“The little mortal has a lovely voice, right?” Thor nudged him while you were on their improvised stage with Wanda, singing to Dance with Somebody.
“It’s good” Loki shrugged, trying to play it off.
“Yes, you seem to be enjoying it...” Clint said making a mocking dreamy face with along with an over dramatic sigh.
“Leave Rudolf alone,” Tony said.
Loki arched an eyebrow. Stark wasn’t the kind to be mediator when teasing took place, much less when he was tipsy like this.
“Being absolutely smitten over a human must be damaging enough to his pride.” He snickered.
Banner and Rogers just smiled amusedly, meaning Loki was not gonna get any back up from the more level-headed Avengers. Not that he expected it.
“You’re all delusional idiots.” Loki rolled his eyes.
But his attention was snatched back to the stage when you reached a high note. You had a good technique, your mouth opened wide with a smile as your voice reached a volume high enough that you broke Tony’s wineglass.
At this point, it was a normal occurrence. Everyone still remembered that they had to replace the old crystal dome on the recreational room with fortified polymer “soundproof” windows from that one karaoke night when they had you singing Dream On, the fact that no one left that night with permanent hearing damage was almost a miracle.
This time you didn’t seem to even notice the casualty of Tony’s glass, as you and Wanda kept jumping and dancing around as you sang happily with your friend. Loki could feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks as he saw how happy you danced around, and he could suppress the smile.
It was funny really, how much his mother would scold him growing up for being so impatient with Thor’s loud a boisterous nature just to end up falling for someone who was exactly that, maybe even worse. You had a lot of energy which was good because you always pushed yourself in training, but Loki never expected to be so drawn to someone like you. You shone like the sun itself, and being a frost giant like he was, it seemed almost dangerous to fall for you.
“Loki, Loki, Loki!” you jumped on the couch next to him, “Look, Loki!”
Ah, that was another thing, you had a tendency to say his name a lot. You were what Midgardians described as hyperactive, but his name was something you repeated a lot more than any word, and more than anyone else’s.
“A cardboard box?” he smiled. “What’s so exciting about that?”
“Oh, haha” you rolled your eyes, “My package arrived!”
You gave him a pleading look and he smiled. At this point it was almost a ritual, you got a delivery and you rushed to Loki for him to open it with a dagger he’d summon. Which had also started a game.
“What’s your guess, darling?” he smirked as his hand sizzled with his Seid.
“The silver twins daggers, I mean one of them, but you get it” you said firmly.
It was that simple, he had such a wide and vast collection of daggers that whenever you needed him to use them, you’d have to try to guess which one he’d summon.
Most of the time you’d lose give the odds were at least 50 to one, and it didn’t help that honoring his title, Loki would change his pick last second if you ever got it right. But today he was in a good mood, and soon he was wielding one of his silver daggers, it felt weird wielding the left dagger on his right hand, but your excitement to see you had got it right was worth it as you fell back to the couch with a “WOOO!”
“Oh, congratulations little canary” he clapped.
“You’re becoming predictable, Loki” you smiled.
“Oh, is that right?” he grinned as he reached to poke your side making you squeak.
“Would you rather admit that I’m getting to know you better?” you smiled.
“Loki don’t quit your dreams as an Avenger, you don’t have much future as a harlequin” he chuckled.
“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve made you laugh, and not everyone is as tough of an audience as you are.”
He just chuckled as he opened your package for you. It was two pairs of headphones.
“Another one?” he smiled. “Do you break them that often that you need to be in constant state of purchase? And what do you need the extra set for?”
“You say it as if I just compulsively and irresponsibly bought headphones!”
Loki arched an eyebrow and relished the fait blush on your cheeks.
“I re-sell the ones in good state” you mumbled.
“Right, whatever you say. That’s why you got two pairs.”
“No, uh... this one’s for you.” You smiled as you handed him a pair, “They have better Bluetooth range, the battery lasts longer, the headband is adjustable, and it blocks outside noise.”
When you handed him the pair, he got a better look at them. It was pitch black, and on the driver, it had a little golden sticker shaped like his helmet, he shifted it and the gold shone green. It was still weird how ever since Thor let his story be known people had become more accepting of him, especially people who knew that the Mad Titan was a monster had even come to support him, but the concept of merchandising his image for admirers to show their preference for him was still new to the former prince.
But the present was very pretty, almost as the little mortal gifting it.
“Thank you” he said a bit more softly than he intended.
“It’s no problem,” you tucked a string of hair behind your ear in a way that made his heart flutter.
“This will help me have a reason to not hear Thor’s drunk singing the next Barton drops by with beer.”
You let out a shy laugh.
“A-Ah… no, it’s for me actually” you said, “well, because of me, I mean.”
“You? What could I possibly need to avoid hearing you for?”
You shrugged.
“Thor mentioned a while back that you thought I was too loud.”
“He did?”
Oh… Oh that imprudent, bumbling, traitorous, airheaded, twisted oaf. That’s NOT what had happened. He remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday.
“Loki, there you are!” his brother had called him.
“Where else would I be?” Loki asked tiredly. “It’s too early.”
“Ah, I see the young mockingbird has kept you awake again” Thor said noticing the mug of coffee on his younger’s brother’s hands.
“We stayed up late talking, yes” Loki yawned. “Where she gets so much energy from is beyond me.”
Thor just laughed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this brother, it’s a welcome change, for sure, but an odd one.”
“What do you mean?”
“The little Midgardian has you completely enamored” Thor grinned smoothly, “I didn’t think she’d even be your type.”
“She’s… certainly different from what I’m accustomed” Loki agreed. “I’d dare to say he’s more rambunctious than you are. But she’s honest and strong-willed, a combination I didn’t get to see much of.”
Loki could only roll his eyes at previous relationships, because of his status he’d be greeted with two approaches: either partners who feared his rank and power and would submit to his will for fear, or even worse, leeches that would use him as a steppingstone to get to power (or get close to Thor). After a while Loki just gave up and played along treating every lover like a casual affair and soon move on to the next thing.
You, for once had no interest on royalty besides movies, you absolutely adored helping Thor prepare for dates with Jane which mean there was no interest. And you had no reprieve on giving Loki a piece of your mind when you felt he deserved it.
He smiled.
“She stayed up singing until late…” Loki mumbled, mostly for himself.
“I think it’s great.” Thor encouraged him. “When are you asking our little singing bird out?”
Loki chuckled, it was amusing to see how much better Thor adapted to Midgard expressions and idioms.
“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, brother” Loki said with the hint of a sad smile. “You said it, we’re not exactly each other’s types.”
“It’s true you’re quite the somber one, brother.” Thor teased him. “And our little mortal canary is always loud and bright.”
“Thing I would not and do not tolerate from anyone else” Loki said looking at his uproarious brother. “But she would find me rather dull.”
He never said he found you annoying, quite the opposite. But he could only imagine what his brother had done. He’d seen it far too many times back on Asgard.
When Thor, Volstagg or Fandral wanted to flirt they’d have this ridiculous approach of sending another one of them to mess with the girl they wanted to impress, annoy her into flirting. All harmless fun and always careful not to actually disrespect the maiden in question but Loki still found it annoying and like Hogun preferred a calmer style for the first approach. At least it was funny to see their strategy blow up in their face and more than once get a slap in the face.
Thor must have gone to you and mentioned that Loki thought you were too loud to tease you on his behalf. Not keeping in mind that you were not Asgardian which meant you were not accustomed to their harsher approach, and much less that despite loving to sing you were profoundly conscious about your voice’s volume. Loki had always been very careful about pointing out when your power made you too loud. Gently placing a hand on your thigh to calm you down when you got overexcited and therefore loud.
And yet, despite all of Loki’s effort to make you feel comfortable around him, here you were, with a timid smile with the most thoughtful gift to push Loki away. Thor could officially be crowned as the worst wingman in history of all Nine Realms.
He sighed.
“Dear heart, I don’t think I need this” Loki said gently, “Not for the reason you think, at least.”
“I just thought you could use not hearing me blasting your eardrums when you’re reading” you joked, but the tone of awkwardness was palpable.
“I’d be willing to risk that if you’d believe me, I don’t truly mind hearing you sing” Loki chuckled.
“But my voice… And music taste…”
“Are both beautiful,” Loki interrupted you, “and no one has a wider range of music in the entire Compound. Which I recall someone scolding me for not expanding my horizons to human music.”
“Ah… well, yeah, but you can always get that from the others, oldies from Steve and Bucky, rock from Tony, pop and electronic from Pete, and when Quill and the Guardians you can hear 80’s—”
“Dear, you’re very optimistic I can actually stand anyone you mentioned” Loki laughed. “Not everyone has your luck.”
“And no one else here likes—”
“Aaah!” you shushed him covering his mouth, “We agreed to never talk about my sins. It’s our secret.”
The look you gave him was threatening but sharing a secret with you was exciting and heartwarming. More because it was the most harmless secret, but you still got embarrassed about it, which Loki found beyond endearing.
“Oh, really? I very clearly remember hearing you singing to the top of your lungs this very week to it.”
“Shhh” you whispered as you fought a giggle. “We don’t talk about that, only you get to know.”
“Good to know I’m so special” Loki chuckled.
“You were a happy mistake” you said squinting your eyes in joking manner. “But if anyone else finds out I’m strangling you.”
“What’s the expression you mortals have…?” Loki smirked, “Don’t threaten me with a good time?”
Your cheeks turned hot pink as you smacked his arm with a laugh.
“You’re pain in the ass” you laughed.
“Well, I certainly appreciate having some influence on your backside.”
You let out a screech as you began smacking his arm with a bright blush on your face. But as he should’ve expected your screech was loud and made Loki wince a bit.
“Ah… Sorry” you said as the mumble returned to your voice. “See? That’s what the headphones are good for.”
Loki scowled with a huff.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
Before you had time to ask Loki had thrown you over the ottoman and with his knees pinning you by the shoulders and his feet stuck under the ottoman so there was no force on earth moving you.
“Uhh… Lokes? W-What are you doing?” you asked nervously.
“Testing how loud you can really be.”
What do you— Pfft!”
Loki didn’t make you wait for an answer (or to finish your question, that is), and he began slowly dragging his fingers across your ribs in a maddeningly gentle manner. And it wasn’t like your thin t-shirt didn’t do much to protect you.
You clenched your jaw as a big grin appeared on your face.
“Pfft! L-Loki!” you snickered.
“Yes, little dove?” Loki asked innocently.
Loki kept gently dragging his fingers across your torso, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your sides and ribs, in circular motion across your armpits and spiraling onto the center of your tummy.
All you could do was smack his legs as you tried to free your arms and kicking your legs on the air and your cheeks puffed with your jaw clenched as you did all you could to not burst out laughing.
“L-Loho— Loki please!” you looked like you were about to burst. “I’m behe— I’m begging you. D-Don’t!”
Loki just chuckled.
“Darling, I have not even started the real fun” he grinned deviously, “and you already look like you’re gonna puncture your own lung. Just laugh already.”
“I cahahan’t” you whined between the strangled giggles. “It’ll huhurt yohohou!”
“Beautiful little bird,” Loki smiled, “it’d be impossible for you to hurt me.”
He noticed the pretty rosy blush on your cheeks, and he relished the way you got flustered at his teasing. Loki simply chuckled and squeezed your ribs, now poking your ribs, drilling his fingers between each rib. Growing up both as the God of Mischief and with Thor as his older brother, he had come to know first-hand what kind of tickles were better to make someone laugh to insanity.
And that you did.
Your face was already impossibly red in the face, and giggles were already slipping out, so the poking were just the last straw that made you finally crack up. And you burst into loud laughter and crazy squirming, kicking your legs against the ottoman, arching your back and tugging against Loki’s hold as he tickled you to tears.
“LOKI! HAHAHAHA! W-WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!” you screeched.
Loki winced a bit at your superhuman volume as a smile formed on his face from both pride from making you laugh and the endearment of your laugh on its own. Your pretty laugh only being further motivation to tickle you more.
But he decided ease off the tickling as he just stopped poking your ribs to gently scribble your ribs in light feather like touches. But by now your defenses were shattered to pieces and you kept giggling in soft wheezing giggles. He simply wiggled two fingers on each side as if he was striking chords of his old lyre.
“Oh gohohohod! How is thahahat so bad?!” you giggled in between hiccups and soft wheezes.
“I don’t think it’s that bad, you’re just that ticklish” he chuckled softly. “Look at you, you’re wheezing.”
“Hehehe! I’m not!” you hiccup. “Lohoki!”
The way you laughed out his name made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. Your voice got high-pitched and wheezy in a way that was awfully adorable and it urged him to give you the biggest hug and cover your face in kisses and beg you to be his own.
“Loki! I'm gonna gehehet you back for this!” you screamed in a fit of laughter. “Stohohop it!”
Loki grinned without relenting just a bit, simply leaning into your ear.
“Oh, is that so? What makes you think you can get me, little dove?” he chuckles as he gently traced his fingers over your sides. “And do you assume you can get now, or at some later point when you are not trapped and helpless under me? Because all things considered...that sounds like an empty threat… my dear.”
The self-satisfaction in his tone was infuriating.
“You’re all mine to toy around with right now, little robin…” he said in an almost flirtatious tone.
“N-No! Loki! Don’t you dare!” you squeaked out.
He looked you in your eyes with a devious sparkle in his eyes, those same eyes Loki did whenever he got you involved in a prank that would most likely get both of you in trouble, and he smiled.
“I think, my darling…” he whispered softly, in a way he knew his breath would tingle against your skin. “I very much dare.”
And with that his gentle and nimble fingers reached your stomach, giving it a lot of gentle pokes and scribbling all over the skin poorly covered by your thin shirt with his blunt nails.
He knew that among the long list of insecurities you had, your stomach was high up there, and so he knew certain touches would make you uncomfortable, so he kept his eye on your face, paying extra reactions to see if any touch made you upset. But you seemed more focused on the sensation he inflicted on your sensitive skin, and your expressions didn’t reflect any sign of distress.
“Lohohohoki! Stohohop that!” you giggled.
“Aw… is it too much for you?” he grinned cheekily. “You’re quite the delight to torment though, and I wonder… just how would you manage this sort of attention… on the other areas you were ticklish upon.”
As he spoke he lower his hand to drag his fingers over your waistline from side to side in a maddeningly slow manner. The look of shock on your face was priceless.
“LOKI!” you cried.
“Oh my, my, little sparrow, are you ticklish here too?” he chuckled in an almost innocent tone as his finger slipped past your shirt as his nail scraped lightly over the ticklish spot.
But he did slow down, not enough to make it all stop, but enough to make you go back to soft laughs.
“Hm…” Loki looked at you, pretending to be in deep contemplation. “If I didn’t know you any better, I would dare to assume you are enjoying yourself.”
Loki had seen others in the compound tickle you before, he had tickled you before, and it was noticeable enough that you didn’t seem to mind the playful attention, given you hardly fought back or protested when.
You let out an outraged before a squeeze to your hipbones made you burst into giggles after a clearly involuntary snort that made Loki laugh.
“Oh, no witty back talking?” Loki chuckled.
 “Ihihihi! I’m gohohonna kill you!” you threatened him.
“Will you now?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “And how do you intend to do so?”
Rather than having a verbal response, he felt ticklish squeezing over his thighs and above his knees that made him jolt and bark out a laugh. It was enough distraction to make him stop for a moment, and he saw that little triumphant glint in your gaze.
“That was very very bold of you to make an attack like that...” he congratulated you, his tone menacingly impish. “But so far I had been gentle.”
And with that he shot his fingers onto the exposed hollow of your armpits. You immediately lose it when his fingers reach and tickle your underarms, immediately exploding into loud laughter once more.
“NOHOHOHO! NONONONO! LOKI, LOKI PLEASE! NOHOHOHOT THERE!” you squealed. “NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHAHAHA! PLEEEEHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”
Your voice turned loud, and the walls literally shook around the two of you. But Loki was unscathed, perhaps a bit stunned by the strength of your voice, but he didn’t relent on the tickling.
“Well, that’s cute… but just for your information…” he smirked in a way that, had you been able to see through your tears of laughter would’ve made you weak in the knees. “I am not afraid of your ticklish little fingers.”
He chuckled again, as his fingers wiggling more sporadically, almost vibrating against your skin. You let out a blood curdling scream before your laughter turns silent, your face is red like a tomato and tears just kept streaming nonstop down your face as your body was shaking like a malfunctioning machine, your entire body language making evident that you need a break.
Perhaps that was a good sign that he had to stop. So, he did.
He raised his knees so you could slip your arms from under his legs, and you immediately pressed them against your chest, laughing silently prey of a giggle fit in a state of euphoria.
“Did I just...go too far?” he asked with a sheepish smile. “...I think...I may have gone too far, I apologize if… if I... I— hmpf!”
Before Loki could register what had happened, you had cupped his face and your lips were against his.
It wasn’t exactly the way Loki had pictured kissing you, and by all the Nine Realms had thought about it quite in detail. But this was… quite different from what he had fantasized. Your faces were upside down one from another, and it had happened so fast that you had just got Loki’s bottom lip at first impact, and he had been caught completely off guard.
But oh Gods… this topped every scenario he could’ve mused. Your lips were soft and smooth, and the taste of you… Norns, it was intoxicating, and it made him feel light-hearted, instinctively making close his eyes as melted into the kiss, leaning over to get a better taste of this paradise he had just encountered. He mimicked you as one of his hands reached to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb.
Who knows how long you were like this, but it was certainly not enough.
But when you broke the kiss the look in your eyes was of shock and terror as you cupped your hands over your mouth.  Again, not what he would’ve expected. He had not got any complaints in his past about his skills, so he was certain he was not a sloppy kisser to be the sole cause of that expression.
“I— no... I didn’t… I uh… I’m sorry…” you mumbled. “I— I wasn’t, oh no…”
“What are you apologizing for?” Loki asked, as he felt anxiety starting to bubble on the pit of his stomach.
“I— I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me…”  you stuttered and stumbled over your words, “I w-wasn’t thinking… I just… I felt giddy and… No… no, no... I’m sorry…”
Loki felt his brain throbbing inside his skull as you kept sputtering apologizes. A million thoughts rushing over his mind every fraction of a second. Did the kiss meant you liked him? But if you liked him what were you apologizing for? Or did you like him but not enough? Were you aware of all the feelings you stirred in him? Was this a cruel joke?
Before he realized what his body was doing, he had already smashed his mouth onto yours once more.
He wasn’t sure why he did that. Maybe desire. Perhaps just the panic of thinking that could’ve been the last time he tasted something quite as ineffable as you ever again and he refused to give it up so soon. Or he could simply have gone mad. Whatever the reason, he just prayed you didn’t hate him after this.
But to his surprise, you kissed him back, and he felt once again that peculiar wave of peace and simultaneous thrill running through his veins. Now pleasantly complemented by your fingers running through his hair, making him turn into putty in your hands. This time the kiss lasted much longer than the first.
Not that it left Loki quite satisfied… yet.
“S-So… Do I take this as a good sign that you maybe, sort of, kinda like me too?” you asked timidly.
Loki could help but laugh at that.
“I will dare to say so” he rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his face.
“And that we could do that thing again… t-the kissing?”
Norns, his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.
“I would like that” he smiled.
You pressed your lips against his and that rush of excitement ran through him once again. Loki felt your lips buzzing as he heard the muffled laughs through the kiss, it made him laugh as well.
“What’s so funny?” he chuckled.
“Nothing” you giggled, “I just feel your smile.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I feel your smile curled up in a smile.” You explained. “It feels… nice.”
His cheeks lit up and he just shook his head with a smile before diving in for another kiss.
You were right, you could feel the other’s smile when you kissed. How did Loki never notice a detail as simple as that? It felt so lovely. Even more with the little hum-like muffled laughs bubbling from your throat as you kissed. Hearing your happy nervous laughs through the kiss was the loveliest sound he had ever heard.
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Attention
This is my first like official fic I’ve written in a long ass time it’s taken me a while to gain the confidence to even consider writing again but @theleetoalerandalertoalee has given me the courage to start attempting to write again so I hope you guys like this it’s a Dazai Akutagawa fic.
After unwillingly played same team Weretiger, Akutagawa had hoped it would bring him and Dazai closer. Seeing as Atsushi was clearly his favorite. I mean he did abandon the mafia and then bring this sparkly new toy into the picture. But even after the hectic fight with the guild nothing seemed to change.
Dazai had come by to mess with chuuya his per usual everyday activity. His plan today was just to follow him around and pick and poke at every little thing he did.
Now Akutagawa understood this to some degree they were ex partners so yes there was kinda a relationship there (whether it be romantic or otherwise) he still longed even that type of attention from Dazai, anything any type of interaction that showed Dazai acknowledged him.
Dazai burst into the room laughing like a maniac as chuuya chased him around.
“God damn it you bastard that’s the last time you put a bomb in my damn car”
“Awww come on chibi it was funny, plus that car was too big for you anyway”
Dazai continued to giggle as even with his ability he evaded chuuya. Until finally chuuya landed a rather strong punch to the side of Dazai’s head.
Akutagawa sat there watching the entire spectacle.
That punch sent him across the room and before Dazai could react chuuya made his place on Dazai’s waist.
“Take this you fucking mackerel” chuuya then latched his hands to Dazai’s hips immediately throwing him into hysterical laughter.
“CHIBIHIHIHIHI C-CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE A JOHOHOKE”
“A joke?!” Chuuya growled out. “A joke is putting fake bug in someone’s food, NOT BLOWING UP THEIR CAR FOR THE HUNDRETH TIME!!”
Chuuya continued to knead his thumbs into the hysterical man’s hips not letting up as Dazai squirmed.
“N-NEVER GEHEHEHEHEHETS OHOHOHOLD” Dazai had his head thrown back and just let his hands grasp around Chuuya’s wrists. Not like he was gonna try and stop him anyway, Dazai enjoyed it. This was the only way Chuuya could really get him back without killing him.
“You know what never gets old you bastard, this.”
And before Dazai could respond Chuuya threw himself down connecting his lips to l Dazai’s neck blow a raspberry while pinching and kneading the skin of his ribs. The shrill scream that left Dazai’s mouth, you’d have thought he was being murdered.
“CHIBIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHI NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO I-I CAHAHAHAHA” Dazai had let go of Chuuya’s wrists at this point and was now shoving at his shoulders and chest to get him off.
“I’m sorry you what, I can’t hear you mackerel speak clearly” Chuuya had the biggest smirk on his face, Dazai could never stand anything on his neck, let alone that and another spot at once.
“I-IM CHIBIHIHIHIHIHIII IM SOHOHOHOHOHORRRY” The apology came faster than Akutagawa expected, but be it he didn’t know it was Dazai’s worst spot he couldn’t have known.
Chuuya sat up smiling smugly down at his ex partner. “You know Dazai, I swear if I didn’t know any better you do this shit on purpose, just so I can wreck your ass.”
Chuuya takes his hands and squeezes his way up and down Dazai’s ribs going after those specific top ribs that really get him shrieking.
Dazai’s hands returned to their place on Chuuya’s wrists. His head thrown back again Dazai tries his hardest to squirm as much as he can but Chuuya has got him stuck in place.
Chuuya blew one last giant raspberry on Dazai’s neck while he moved his hands to knead his hips, before he finally got off the mafia executive.
“Next time you blow up my car I’m gonna put a bomb in your apartment” Chuuya smirked and walked out as Dazai continue you lay there giggles residually coming out of him.
“C-chibihihi’s mehehehean” he lightly giggled out as he left.
Akutagawa was stunned, the Dazai squealing and kicking like a little kid, being that ticklish. Before he could stop it he found himself smiling at the situation as Dazai sat up. He immediately tried to cover it up with one of his coughing fits.
“Oh, you see all that Ryu?” The way he looked at Akutagawa was a new. The nickname completely throwing him off.
He sat there and tried to come up with anything to say in response but was coming up completely blank. Damn it why didn’t he get up and leave. “It all happened so quickly I… I didn’t know if I should’ve helped you, leave or…”
“Or what, enjoy the show, I saw that smile on your face, you thought it was funny didn’t you.” Akutagawa’s face paled, this definitely isn’t how he wanted this to go. He stood abruptly with his hands up trying to defend himself. Dazai took his time standing up and making his way over to his use to be mentee.
“D-dazai….. senpai… I really… i-it all happened so quickly.” Dazai had made his way standing in front of Akutagawa. The backs of his legs hitting the couch, causing him to stumble back onto it.
“You know what I think.” Dazai leaned forward his lips just a mere inch away from Akutagawa’s ear. “I think, you waited, because you wanted to be, in the exact. Same. Position.” Before he could even think to summon Rashōmon, his mentor pushed him down and was sat on top of him.
Within seconds Akutagawa had brought his hand to his mouth to stop any noise from leaving his mouth.
“Oh Nono you’re gonna laugh for me Ryu”
Damn that nickname, why did Dazai have to call him that. His face started to turn a light shade of red as Dazai continued with his teasing. His fingers continued to explore his tummy light tickles sending chills all over his body.
Dazai did this for while but not liking the reactions he was getting he switched to squeezing his sides which only led to Akutagawa now using both hands to hide his blushing face and to hold his bubbling laughter down.
Dazai chuckled at how hard Akutagawa was trying to keep himself from laughing, but unfortunately for Aku Dazai was tired of playing games. He then latched his fingers onto Aku’s ribcage, kneading, pinching, and prodding at each rib and the skin between causing Akutagawa to arch his back and let out a sound that he’d never want Dazai to hear him make. Throwing his hands from his mouth to his superiors wrists.
DAZAHIHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIHI” Aku screamed, he writhed underneath him. Dazai gasped at the noise he made.
“Awwww Ryu did I find your giggle spot. The other ones were good too but, I’d rather this one instead, look at that goofy little smile etched on your cute little face”
Akutagawa’s face was burning, the blush spread from his neck to almost up to his ears, his ribs really were his worst spot.
“DAZAI SAN PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE” he was pleading; he was actually pleading, he couldn’t believe himself. His hands never loosened their grip on Dazai’s wrists even when he’d changed spots, now kneading the little dips of his hips. Letting out a squeal he thought.
How could he let Dazai do this to him.
How could he not.
Other than the tickling this the most affection Dazai has ever shown him. And as much as he hated to admit it he was loving this no matter how much he was suffering. He was laughing and messing around with the one person he’s admired for the longest, he’s finally paying him some special attention.
Dazai smiled gently down at him watching the younger one squirm beneath him. Akutagawa was a great mafia exec but he’s still his mentee in his eyes. “Cmon Aku aren’t you stronger than this, you can take a little tickling can’t you? Surely a mafia executive could stand this?”
Akutagawa couldn’t say a word just continued to laugh his heart out as his favorite person in the world tickled him absolutely crazy.
“D-Dahahaha senpai p-plehehehease w-wahahahahait” Aku plead with him and Dazai actually slowed to a stop drawing gentle patterns on his tummy.
“What’s wrong does it tickle too much Ryu? Am I being a mean mentor for tickling you.” Dazai mocked.
All he could do was let out residual giggles as Dazai continued to tease. His hands went right back up to his face covering the already well known blush. “You know, this entire time all you’ve said is my name Aku, maybe a please here and there, but never did I once hear you say stop.”
Crap had he found him out so quickly; well he was Dazai.
Then there was silence and it was eating away at him, so he peaked through his fingers only to find Dazai sitting there with a smile on his face. “Am I wrong” he said nothing the tiny whimper he let out was enough for Dazai.
“Alright with me,” Dazai scooted down a bit sitting now on his shins before scattering his fingers all over his thighs, causing Aku to let out quiet little snickers. “You don’t have to hide from me ya know, it’s okay to be ticklish, almost everyone is, hell you should what happens when I get chuuya.” Finishing his sentence with his hands now squeezing the tops of his thighs the young mafioso tried everything within him to keep his hands from trying to stop him. He wanted this to last as long as possible, he’d never get a chance like this again. So he kept his arms above his head , either in his hair or balling his hands into fists to stay out of Dazai’s way.
“You must really love this huh?”
Dazai’s teasing was relentless but him confessing that being ticklish isn’t considered being weak and that others were too even him himself made him a little more okay to let loose.
“S-stohohohohohohop teheheheheheasing” he giggles out.
“Does the teasing making it worse?” Dazai knew the answer to that question already.
Akutagawa nodded his head as he continued to giggle, Dazai had gone back to lightly spidering his fingers over his thighs before laying himself down on top of Aku’s legs. “There’s one more thing I gotta do before I let you go okay?” Dazai sounded sincere and genuine so he listened intently.
Dazai gently and slowly started lifting up his shirt just enough to see the pale skin of his tummy. His eyes widen, this is what chuuya did to him, but on his neck.
He brought his arms down immediately trying to shove his shirt back down causing Dazai to frown. “Nonononohoho Dazai p-please not that,”
Frown still on his face he spoke. “Come on Ryuunosuke you can do it, can’t you be a big boy for me” that broke him damn it Dazai why’d you have to say that.
He let out a huff but brough his hands back up covering his face. “Nonono I wanna see your face while do this,” Akutagawa whined aloud bringing his hands away from his face and beside his head.
Dazai didn’t waste any time bringing his head down and blowing a giant raspberry on Aku’s tummy, while he kneaded his hips throwing him off completely”
“DAZAAAAAAAAAAI STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHP PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE” finally hearing the words stop Dazai did so immediately sitting himself up and allowing him to gather himself.
Blush still evident on his face Akutagawa sat there smile still etched in and breathing slightly calmed down he glanced over at Dazai when he felt his head being laid down his lap. “Get some sleep Ryu you’ve got a big mission tomorrow.” Although the blush was deepened and this was new territory for him he trusted Dazai so he willingly fell asleep in his mentors lap
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leegemma · 3 months
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Hiii, I hope you're good :3
I had this idea today and I cannot think of a better person to write it than you
So
Are we all conscious Jeongin has said many times he doesn't like being tickled??? Yes
And ofc the members know it too
SO
I was thinking of a fic like Jeongin actually loves being tickled, but he can't just admit it and that's why he always says he hates it (cuz yk, that's way easier than admitting you like it)
SO ONE DAY
IdkhowI'msorry
The members discover Innie's little secret, and ofc they completely WRECK him
Also, can you use indications number 3, 7, 14 and 29????
I'm sorry if it's too much but I needed to request it
Thank youuuu, have a good day/night/orwhatever<3
Hi sweet anon! Thank you for your request, I'm always happy to write for my ultimate bias 😍🩷
Hope you like it!
Enjoy:)
3 - “aww, you’re blushing!”
7 - “say it!”
14 - “it’s too embarassing!”
29 - “someone told me your little secret…”
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It all started one morning with a very bored Hyunjin. The boys had 2 days off and they decided to all spend it together at the 3racha+ Hyunjin dorm.
They all slept there together the night before, each boy sharing their room with another from the opposite dorm: Lee know slept with Han in his room, Felix slept with changbin, Seungmin slept with Chan, and Jeongin slept with Hyunjin.
When Hyunjin woke up the following morning, he looked to his right to see the baby bread tiredly scrolling on his phone. Hyunjin smiled and cuddled into him. "Innie~~"
I.N groaned. "What, hyung?"
Hyunjin teasingly poked the younger's side. "What's with the attitude so early in the morning?!"
I.N jumped with a squeal. "Nohot that."
Hyunjin smirked, knowing exactly what was about to go down. "Not what?" He wiggled his fingers into I.N's neck sneakily.
"STAHAHAP!" I.N tried to push the older's hand away, bringing up his shoulder to protect his neck.
Hyunjin pinned the maknae's wrists using his one hand and immediately started scratching on his tummy. "No thanks."
After a few more seconds of loud laughter, hyunjin suddenly stopped. Letting innie's hands go and smiling at the younger in adoration, tilting his head when he noticed the confused look on the other's face. "What?"
I.N shook his head. "Nothing..."
"Tell me!" Hyunjin demanded with a laugh.
"No, it's just because... Well, like... you know? You usually just don't stop so quickly." I.N shrugged, looking somewhat... disappointed?
Hyunjin stared at the boy in shock. "You- you wanted me to keep going?"
"No!" I.N mumbled. "I- never mind. I hated every second of it."
Hyunjin tried his best not to jump on top of the younger and squish him to death. Instead, he just got out of the bed calmly and left the room. "I'm gonna get a glass of water, stay here."
Instead of getting a glass of water, hyunjin got the whole gang. Telling everyone what he's just discovered about their lovely youngest.
"That's so cute!" Felix cooed.
"I need to explore that" Seungmin said mischievously.
"I need to exploit that." Lee know threw in.
And so, the whole group walked back to Hyunjin's room, where the clueless Jeongin was still laying on the bed, going over what had happend over again in his head. When he saw the 7 heads popping in the room, he was only getting more confused. "Why are you all in here? Shouldn't we hang out in the living room instead?"
"We can... right after we finish here." Chan smirked.
"W-what do you mean?" Jeongin wasn't stupid, he understood what was happening. He just hoped he was only being paranoid.
“someone told me your little secret…” Seungmin sat on the bed and quickly spidered over I.N's arm. Causing the other to squeal and pull away.
"Hyung!" He called, his heart beating faster and faster.
Han jumped next to Seungmin on the bed and pulled Jeongin's leg, setting it in his lap jellyfishing his knee (you know what i mean 😔) "do you have something you want to tell us, innie?"
I.N shook his head desperately. "No, no I don't."
"Are you sure?~" Changbin climbed on the bed and pulled I.N arms over his head, sitting on his wrists.
"DOHOHONT!" I.N squirmed desperately.
"He's already laughing! We didn't even start!" Felix giggled.
And with that, each one of the boys sat next to a spot: Chan on the armpits, minho on the hips, changbin in charge of neck and ears, hyunjin and Han had the legs, felix with the feet and Seungmin at the tummy and ribs.
"Please don't!" I.N begged.
"All you have to do is admit you like getting tickled!" Hyunjin announced.
"*love" Lee know corrected him teasingly.
"N-no! That would be a lie!" I.N was starting to get exited, finally they're doing this. He thought.
"Uh huh." Han teased.
"well if he's not going to admit it we'll have to help him." Chan shrugged.
The other boys nodded along, all counting down together from five while their wiggling fingers got closer and closer to Jeongin's body.
Jeongin, who was freaking out at this point, scared for his faith, took one ast deep breath before arupting into laughter when the 70 fingers reached him. "I CANAN'T!!!!"
"You can do anything you set your mind to." Changbin playfully encouraged as he fluttered his fingers against the boy's neck.
"NOHOHOHOHO! PLEASEEEEE!" I.N tried to squirm away to no avail l.
The boys all stopped for a second when they saw their youngest getting tired, hyunjin spoke first: “say it!”
I.N whined. “it’s too embarassing!”
"So you admit that it's true? You like being tickled?" Han asked with a smile.
"*love" Lee know corrected once again.
I.N glared at Lee know for a second, then turned to look at the ceiling as he couldn't bear looking at the boys and wasn't physically able to look at the floor in his very complicated position. "But fine... I g-guess I admit it."
“aww, you’re blushing!” chan poked baby bread's cheek.
"Shut up..." I.N mumbled.
"You be careful with what you say." Felix warned with a well aimed poke to the youngest's lowest rib.
"HA!" I.N dramatically laughed and jumped away.
The boys all smiled and coo, deciding to let I.N go.
"We're glad you told us Innie." Hyunjin smiled as he stroked I.N's hair.
"Well you kind of forced me to. But... I'm also kinda glad I told you guys." Jenging admitted, cuddling close to Hyunjin and Han who were both at his sides.
"Don't worry, you'll get a lot more of this now that we know." Lee know smiled as he joined the cuddle puddle, tempting all the pther boys to join too. Leaving I.N surrounded with the overflowing love from his big brothers.
"We love you maknae!"
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A New Sensation Explanation || The Owl House (Hunter x Willow)
HO HO HO, Merry (late) Christmas to @thebest-medicine , I'm you're @squealing-santa writer! I was ecstatic to get to write for The Owl House, and even more so when I saw your list of characters to use included Hunter and Willow! 🤩
I hope you enjoy your fic! 💜
🚫 MINOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 3 OF THE OWL HOUSE 🚫
Summary: On a day like any other, while teasing Hunter who's refusing to take a break, Willow accidentally discovers that he's ticklish. The discovery doesn't seem to be only hers though, as Hunter's never experienced tickling before. Now Willow gets to explain this new sensation, and treat him to his first ever tickle attack. The question is, how long can she remain in control of the situation?
Word Count: 1,426
Note: This is officially my longest fic yet, and I'm honestly quite proud of it ☺️ I really hope I was able to keep Hunter and Willow accurately in character. Admittedly it's been a bit since I've watched any episodes, plus in general this is really one of the first full fics I've ever done with existing characters. I think I did okay though and I'm pretty dang happy with what I've made!
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One relaxed morning, Hunter is alone in the previously abandoned house near Luz's, sitting on the floor and fully engaged in a book while Flapjack sits on his shoulder and reads along. His focus is quickly broken as he's spooked by a knock at the door, causing both the book and Flapjack to go flying as he jumps.
"C-Come in!" Hunter says, still a bit rattled.
"There you are," Willow says as she lets herself in, Clover flying along beside her. "The house felt lonely with everyone out and about, figured I'd track you down to see what you're up to."
Hunter smiles a bit at the idea that she would come looking for him. "Ah, well, I was just studying up on some Spanish. I feel like I'm lagging behind the others."
"Wellll I wasn't going to say anything, but you have been saying 'aloha' instead of 'hola' for a few lessons now, and according to Luz that's a different language entirely.." Willow giggles a bit, putting her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stop so she wouldn't make him feel too bad.
Hunter sighs in frustration. "I'm never gonna get the hang of this, or catch up with all of you."
Willow notices his expression growing sad, and gently places a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you'll get there in time. Heck, counting your mistake you're speaking one more language than any of us, that's something."
A small laugh escapes Hunter. "Yeah, I guess that's something."
Willow smiles. "Why don't you take a break for a bit and grab a snack?"
"Maybe later, I should probably keep studying." Hunter grabs the book off the floor and tries to find the page he was on.
"Noooo, you need a break, put it down." She says, sitting beside him.
"I'm never going to get better if I don't continue studying, I can eat sometime la-AH!" Hunter's words get interrupted as Willow pokes his cheek. "Hey, what gives?!"
"I'm not leaving you alone until you take a break, boop!" She boops his nose, then starts poking random spots with both index fingers.
"W-Willow! Cut that out, you're not going to change my mind!"
"I'm sure I can, just need to find the riiight spot. How abooout.." Willow pokes Hunter's side, and he suddenly jumps.
"EEP!" He squeaks, then immediately scoots back, blushing red and embarrassed.
Willow's expression goes from slightly spooked to a suspicious grin. "Hunter.. Are you.. ticklish?" Her grin widens with that last word.
Hunter's embarrassment dies down a bit, replaced with confusion. "W-What's 'ticklish'?"
"Oh come on, like you don't know, ya goof!" Willow smirks and pokes both of his sides a few more times, causing more squeaks and giggles, but also increased confusion.
Hunter looks down at himself. "Why am I laughing, how.. how are you doing that?" He looks back up to Willow, waiting for answers.
"You.. really don't know what tickling is, do you?" She says, receiving only a shake of the head indicating 'no'. Willow lets out a giggle, realizing she'll now have to explain this to him. "Well, tickling is a type of gentle way of touching someone that makes them laugh. And if you're very sensitive to those types of touches, it means you're ticklish."
"Oh, interesting! So I'm.. ticklish?" Hunter asks.
"Yes, yes you are." Willow says with a proud smile now that he's getting it. "I can't believe you've never heard of tickling before."
"Well Belos was never one for pleasant touch, and the rest of the Emperor's Coven just kind of kept to themselves. This sensation is fascinating though." Hunter says, looking back down at himself.
Willow hesitates for a moment, but decides to ask a question. "Hey, would you like to experience some more? I mean, only if you're comfortable."
A warm blush appears on Hunter's face, remembering how quickly the sensation overtook him, plus the fact that it's Willow doing it. "Well, um.. if you'd like. I'm.. fairly curious."
"Haha yay, okay let's do this!" Willow positions her hands at his sides, hovering a few inches away. "Ready?"
Hunter's blush increases heavily as he stares at her hands. "R-R-Ready!"
Fingers begin scribbling up and down Hunter's sides, immediately causing a load of loud giggles, mainly from Hunter but some from Willow as well. Her face is glowing, happier than ever seeing her friend laugh more than ever before.
"Ahahaha!! Thihis is strahange!" Hunter says through his laughter, still wrapping his head around the whole concept of tickling.
"Haha yeah? I hope you're at least having fun!" Willow says, still worried she may be pushing him further outside of his comfort zone than she should. He doesn't reply, instead covering his face to hide the darker shade of blush. "You are, aren't you? You're liking being tickled!"
His face still covered by his hands, he shakes his head. "QUIHIHIET!!"
"Aww, let's see where else you like being tickled. Let's try here, and here, aaaand here!" Willow's fingers dance across various tickle spots as Hunter fails to squirm away. First his underarms, then his tummy, and then his neck which seems to be especially ticklish.
"NAHAHAHAHA!! FLAHAP HELP!!" Hunter shouts, desperately reaching in Flapjack's direction. The little palisman flies up to his hand, transforming into his staff form for Hunter to grab onto. Once he does, the two phase away from the tickle attack and across the room, allowing him to catch his breath.
"Hey!" Willow shouts, playfully. "You get back here, there's still some spots we need to test. You know you want me toooo." She wiggles her fingers in his direction.
Hunter's blush is as red as ever, smirking a bit seeing Willow enjoying herself so much. "Y-You stay back!" He shouts, hoping she won't.
Willow smiles and runs at Hunter, who phases across the room again. She runs at him and the same happens, and again, and a few more times. "You cheater, I'm gonna get you if I have to do this all day!" Willow says, giving a playfully evil smile as she draws a glowing green circle in the air, making a small vine grow from the floor to grab Hunter's leg. He panics and phases once more, landing right behind her, and instinctively copies the action that started this all and pokes Willow's sides. "AH!"
Hunter sees her face as she turns to face him, her cheeks turning the color his were just moments ago. Suddenly the evil smirk that was once hers now creeps onto his face. "Willow.. Are you ticklish too?"
"Don't you dare!" She says through a smile, secretly hoping he'll take the initiative, and her wish quickly comes true. Hunter does his best to mimic her finger movements over the same spots she tickled him, seemingly doing a good job as she squirms and wiggles in his grasp, laughing just as loud as he did previously. "STAHAHAP THAHAT!"
Hunter smiles seeing how much fun she's having, his eyes lighting up knowing that he's making her feel that way. "Oh this is fun, I can see why you like doing this! Making you laugh is.. really fun!"
Willow blushes, happy to have given him such a fun new experience. Though despite the fun she's having, she wants revenge. "CLOHOVER! GET HIHIM!!"
Hunter's eyes grow wide. "Wait, what?" The fluffy bee palisman flies over to him, nuzzling into his neck. "Hehehey! Quihit it, you! Ahaha!" Hunter falls to the floor in a fit of giggles. "Flahap! Gehet her!"
"Wait no! NO! AHAHA!" Willow falls back as Flapjack brushes his wings on her tummy.
The two laugh and squirm on the floor next to each other, as each of their palisman tickles the other. This goes on for several minutes until they both yell out for a truce, calling off their small friends and catching their breaths.
"Thahat.. was perhaps the most fun I've ever had." Hunter says, smiling wide as his breathing slows down.
"I'm so happy you had such a good time, you deserved it. I had the best time too." Willow says, with a small yawn. "Goodness that took a lot out of me."
"Me too." He says, realizing how much he's struggling to keep his eyes open.
Willow pats her shoulder. "Come here, you dork."
"O-Okay." Hunter says with a blush, moving closer to lay his head on her shoulder.
The two cuddle close with their palisman joining the cuddle pile, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms, both smiling from the fun time. Both hoping it could happen again sometime soon.
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tkfights · 6 months
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2 - Accidental
Woo woo first tickletober fic
from these prompts
Summary: Sam didn’t mean to tickle him, but Dean sees it differently
Disclaimer: this is a tickle fic
Lee!Sam and Ler!Dean
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The Winchesters were sitting on the dining table of a motel room in Ohio, researching their latest monster of the week case.
Well, Sam was researching. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, looking away from his laptop screen for a bit to glance at his older brother.
Dean’s head was down on the table on an open book, snoring, a beer bottle loosely held in his hands.
Sam raised an incredulous eyebrow, it was the middle of the afternoon and they had only been at the research for about an hour.
“Dean wake up,” Sam directed at his drooling brother, the older stirs a bit but otherwise had no reaction.
“Dean!” He yelled a bit louder. No response again, however Sam sees Dean stir again, closing his eyes tighter.
That asshole. Sam thought, now he’s just pretending to be asleep.
The younger hunter sighed, reaching over to shake him awake. “Come on, we’ll be done faster if we’re both looking.” Sam said grabbing his brother’s side to jostle him.
Dean jolts up with a yelp, eyes snapping open. His hunter reflexes quickly grabbing the bottle that threatened to smash on the floor as a result of his movement. A small smile graced his lips, but it was wiped off as quickly as it appeared.
Dean’s eyes narrowed glaring at his brother. “Sam, you’re gonna pay for that” He growled getting up from his chair.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and then his eyes widened in realisation. He quickly jumped up too, putting his hands in front of his body, palms out, nervously stepping backwards away from his advancing brother.
“Wait, Dean I didn’t mean to I swear.” Sam panicked internally when he saw the look on his brothers face. There was no running away from this.
“Yeah right, save it Sammy. I know what I felt” Dean continued slowly strolling towards his younger brother, trying but failing to hide a smirk. He always did love to mess around with his brother. His false anger masking his playful mood.
Sam scoffed, “I wasn’t trying to tickle you. ‘S not my fault you’re so t-“
Dean swiftly lunged forward to cut Sam’s sentence off, cheeks flushing pink at the use of the word.
The younger hunter yelped as he tried to run but was swiftly tackled to the ground. Immediately struggling for purchase to push his brother off. The two wrestled for a bit but Dean acted quick and broke a hand free to squeeze Sam’s side. The younger Winchester barked out a laugh and jackknifed onto his back. Dean quickly scrambled to straddle his brothers legs. The shorter hunter smirked at the victory, moving his fingers to Sam’s stomach, skittering over his shirt to send him into hysterical giggles.
“Dehehean! Wahahait I prohomise it wahas an accident!” Sam’s giggles became louder as the older hunter moved up to ribs.
“Still lying Sammy? You should know better by now.” Dean reaches down to squeeze at his brother’s thighs. Sam kicks with a yell, almost sending Dean tumbling off.
Dean rebalances himself and continues squeezing, “This is what happens to liars around here.” Dean teases, chuckling along with Sam’s shrieking laughter. His little brothers messy hair, crinkled eyes and wide smile makes his mind flashback to memories of when they were kids, ignoring his towering build, Sam had not changed a bit. Even though he’d never admit it out loud, he missed those times. The times where their biggest worries were nothing like the world almost ending every other month.
Dean shook his head at the thought, moving down to claw at his brother’s knees. A squeal tore its way out of Sam’s mouth, causing Dean to let out a genuine laugh.
“Hehe, you still laugh like a girl Sammy” Dean smirks.
“DEHEHEHEAN PLEASE, I WAHASN’T TRYING TO TIHICKLE YOU! I SWEHEAR! STOHOP!!” Sam’s laughter was becoming more wheezy.
“Okay okay fine, you big baby” Dean gave one last poke to his stomach and then climbed off Sam’s legs, still smirking.
Sam coughed and rolled over, looking over his shoulder to glare at his brother, the malice eradicated due to the mirth left over in his eyes.
Dean got up and started heading back to the table, “Alright, we haven’t got long till sundown. Stop lazing around on the floor Sammy. Get to work” Dean put on a telling off tone as he picked up his previous book/pillow.
Sam rolled his eyes with a smile, sitting up “Jerk”
“Bitch” Dean returned with a grin.
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giggly-squiggily · 4 months
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SENTENCE STARTERS :D
in honor of me having finished s1 of bungou stray dogs- may i ask for "so? i'm waiting?" with ler dazai and lee tanizaki?
ofc it's totally fine if not! love you have a wonderful night ♡♡
{Puffs are officially CLOSED}
REY!!! *flails and hugs* GIRL THIS IS A TREASURE! I haven't written for Tanizaki yet- and you're watching BSD AHHH!!! I hope I could do our cyber boy justice! :)
“Tanizaki.”
Said boy looked up at his name, finding none other than Osamu Dazai watching him. There was something almost expectant in his gaze, like he was waiting for Tanizaki to do something of interest. “Yes?”
“So.”
“So?”
“I’m waiting, Tanizaki.” Dazai’s eyes danced, something unreadable in that smile. The redhead started to sweat.
“D-Dazai, I don’t know what you’re asking of me-”
“My headphones, Tanizaki.”
Oh. Oh.
“W-What headphones?” He offered, cringing at the lie. Dazai’s narrowed slightly, his smile devilish.
“Run.”
Tanizaki tried- he really did! He twisted around, seeking the door ahead. Before he could take a step, however, he was grabbed and thrown into the office’s couch. “Wait! It was Kunikida! He made me do it!”
“Stealing my headphones and then ratting out your boss? Tch, what has become of you, Tanizaki?” Dazai mock sighed as he kneeled, trapping the younger man against the couch. “Don’t tell me you’re turning to the dark side! I must stop you before you fall even further away!”
“Whahahahat are youhuhuhou eheheheven shahahaying? Ahehahahahaha, Dahahahzai!” Tanazaki squeaked the second fingers touched his waist, thumbs pressing into the sides of his stomach and fingers kneading his lower ribs. “Ihihihih’m shahahahhahrry!”
“Hm, are you? You don’t sound sorry!” Dazai increased the pressure- literally. His gentle touch grew firm, increasing Tanizaki’s giggle fits into proper laughter. “Say it with your whole chest! Are you sorry?”
“Aehehahahahhahaha! Yehehehehs, yehehehhehs I’m shahahhahahrry! Dahahahzahahhahhai-AHAHA!” The redhead all but folded when fingers dug into his belly, his hands flying to Dazai’s wrist and hanging on tight. “PLEAHHAHASE NOHHOHOHT THEHEHEHHERE!”
“Oo, you’re pretty ticklish here, huh?” Dazai cooed, leaning back and reaching for the edge of Tanizaki’s shirt with his free hand. “Alright- I believe you. Just one more thing…”
“Whahaht? NO! NO DON’T YOU DARE!” Panicked, Tanizaki’s efforts of escape doubled as Dazai began to lower himself. “ANYTHING BUT THAT-”
PFFFFFFFFT!
A shrill scream escaped his lips, his body convulsing as Dazai blew the loudest, most obnoxious sounding raspberry against his skin. Just beneath that, Dazai’s howling laughter boomed, sending the brunette off balance and onto the carpeted floor. “Oohoohoho my GOD! That was amahahahazing!”
Tanizaki didn’t have much to say- he just groaned, covering his flushed face with his sleeves. This was the last time he was taking requests from Kunikida.
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bigdumbtickler03 · 5 months
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Stray Kids - Boredom
Pairing: Lee!Hyunjin X Ler!Changbin
Warning: This is a tickle fic. If this kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!
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It was a quiet night in the dorm, all the members were out eating dinner and doing other activities while Hyunjin and Changbin stayed home and just hung out inside all day. After an hour of eating pizza and chatting, the pair was sat on the couch. Hyunjin was laying across Changbin’s lap as the two talked away about random things.
They eventually grew bored of just talking and wanted to do something fun. Hyunjin then perked up with an idea. “Hey Binnie, I have something we could do!” Changbin turned his head to the blonde boy in his lap. “I’ve been in quite of a mood lately if you know what I mean” Hyunjin said with a smile. Changbin smirked as he immediately knew what Hyunjin meant when he said he was “in a mood” He wanted to be tickled.
With a big grin, Changbin grabbed the bottom of Hyunjin’s shirt and slowly started pulling it up, revealing the soft tummy underneath. Hyunjin giggled in anticipation, waiting for Changbin’s tickles. “Are you sure you want this, Hyun?” Binnie asked with a caring tone. Hyunjin nodded and smiled softly. “Of course, Bin! Why would I ask if I didn’t want it?” He explained, earning a chuckle from the other boy.
Changbin started off light. He gently traced his fingers around Hyunjin’s stomach, teasing him as he did so. “Tickle, tickle!” he cooed. Hyunjin giggled, slightly wiggling from side to side. “eehehehehe!! oh gohohosh!” Bin smiled at the blonde’s cute reaction and continued his work. He then started using all five fingers to scribble all over Hyunjin’s skin, not leaving a single part of his midriff untickled. This only made Hyunjin laugh louder. “Ohohoho gohohohosh!!! Please stahahahap!!” He begged. Changbin rolled his eyes at the boy’s pleads.
“Stop? But I thought you wanted this, Hyunnie!” He teased, causing Hyunjin to blush and giggle even louder. “Why did I agree to thihihis?!” he said through his laughter. Changbin softly squeezed the blonde boy’s sides and hips, giggling at the squirming boy in his lap. “Plehehehease!!” Hyunjin laughed. Changbin couldn’t help but notice that not once did Hyunjin try to stop him. He just continued to lay there and take the tickling.
Changbin’s fingers started tracing lightly around Hyunjin’s belly button, and that’s when he grabbed his arm. “Oh, ticklish belly button? How cute~” Changbin teased. The brown haired boy pinned Hyunjin’s arms above his head and continued to tickle the area around Hyun’s navel. Hyunjin was in stitches, wiggling and laughing brightly as Changbin tickled him. “Changbihihihin nohohohoho!!” He didn’t say it but the both of them knew that Hyunjin was loving every second of the ticklish torment.
After a few more minutes of tickling, Changbin decided to go for the kill. He lowered his head down to Hyunjin’s stomach and blew a big raspberry directly onto his belly button. Hyunjin lost it. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHAHANGBIHIHIHIN!!!” The blonde boy wriggled like a fish out of water, causing Changbin to lose his grip on Hyunjin’s wrists. Hyunjin rolled off the sofa and onto the floor with a loud *THUNK* He stayed on the floor for a few minutes, clutching his stomach and trying to shake off the phantom tickles.
Changbin looked down at the boy rolling and giggling on the ground and couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable it was. “You okay, Hyunnie?” he asked. Hyunjin nodded and continued to softly giggle for a few seconds. He got up onto his feet and pulled Changbin into a hug. “Thanks for the tickles, Binnie.” Changbin smiled. “Anything for you, Hyun.” The two of them fell asleep on the couch soon after, hugging eachother close.
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thelaughtercafe · 3 months
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Angel
Tea Type: Half and Half (This one was written to vent so it's got a little more hurt towards the beginning than usual)
Potential Triggers: Nonspecific mentions of emotional abuse
Pairing: Duncan/ F!Reader
Length: 1k+
Summary: You and Duncan are both desperately trying to stay awake for the challenge. The lack of filter allows confessions to slip from both of you.
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“Ugh I’m starting to go. Can you help keep me awake?”
Duncan looked over and blinked in surprise. You hadn’t spoken much the past weeks save him teasing as he did with most of the girls. You didn’t outwardly encourage it but he could admit he got pleasure out of your flustered reactions to keep it up consistently with no provocation. 
A smirk twitched onto his lips as he moved to where you were sat leaning against a tree trunk a little ways from the main group. 
“Sure thing sweetheart. Tell me what I can do.”
You were already a blushing mess. It’d taken a great deal of courage to even ask but already you were growing meek again.  
“Well I…um…sorry.”
He softened a little after a glance over his shoulder, tugging you to sit behind the tree with him. Everyone was mostly sleeping and this way no-one would see his expressions before he heard them coming in advance. He didn’t want anyone hearing him like this. Hell, he typically wouldn’t ever dream of being like this but the lack of sleep was impairing his judgment. 
“Why do you do that? You constantly apologize for stuff that’s not even your fault. Or without having even done anything wrong at all. It makes you look weak.”
It wasn’t the nicest way to say it maybe but Duncan was trying. 
You looked down to your fidgeting hands and smiled bitterly.
“It’s not exactly a happy reason; but you don’t seem like the kind of guy to pity people so I guess it’s alright if I tell you. Let’s just say my home life wasn’t great. My mom was sick so I was left to do all the chores and such. Her long term boyfriend was quick to put me down and point out the smallest of inadequacies in my efforts.”
You shrugged before looking at the camera across the way and giving it the finger. 
“That’s for you if you’re watching this, dick.”
God, you really were tired. Your filter was gone. Luckily, your attention was shifted to Duncan as he smiled at you and lightly placed his hand on yours.  
“Well I say he’s lucky. If it was me I would’ve stopped doing them altogether. Guy sounds like a real piece of work." 
You turned your gaze to his and he noticed the hint of sadness within. 
"Which is why you’re the strongest person I know. That’s actually the first time I told him to fuck off. After making me spiral into panic attacks, giving me arachnophobia, and making me hate myself it still took me being on the verge of passing out on a reality show talking with a bad boy with a heart of gold to get the courage. Pathetic. isn’t it?" 
Duncan clenched his fists but managed his anger with a breath, trying not to blush at your honesty. 
"Right. You really think of me like that sweetheart?’
The typically antagonistic nickname now sounded sweet. 
You shrugged, finding it much easier to talk when not looking at him as you put your head on his shoulder. 
”‘Course I do. You may act all mean but you want us to win too. I don’t think you’re half as cruel as you pretend to be. You’re here comforting me and keeping me awake aren’t you?“
You yawned and he scoffed, glad you couldn’t see his face as a tinge of pink surely was evident. 
"Could just be doing it to get further in the competition. More chance our team wins if there’s two of us.”
You shrugged. 
“Sure. You could be. But I doubt it. I have a bad habit of only seeing the good in people and ignoring my gut feelings. But here on the island I’ve learned to start listening to it more. And right now it’s telling me you’re a good guy. It always has.”
Duncan sighed and looked down in amusement at you now fully cuddled into his side. He curled an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer but when he felt your breaths start to slow he ran his fingers along your neck for a moment in warning. 
“Hey. Don’t fall asleep k?”
You jerked in his grip and giggled which made him blink.  
Huh. 
He noted the way you suddenly looked nervous, and the way your face had gone red. In addition to your eyes flicking everywhere looking for escape, a smug smirk crawled across his face. 
“Oh princess~ Got something you wanna tell me?”
He felt you stiffen and you giggled nervously again, clearly jumpy. 
God you were precious. 
“N-No! I just-I-thanks for helping but I-”
As you were about to scramble away he quickly turned to pin you against the tree, easily restraining your wrists over your head with one hand and leering over you.  
“You may as well give it up. I know you’re ticklish. Sure would be a shame if I let you fall asleep now ya know? Time to fulfill your duty to the team like the angel you are~”
Oh God. Time to pretend he didn’t just say that last part. Distract!
“D-Did you just-hey whahahahait!! Duncan!!”
You dissolved into squeals and giggles as his free hand began squeezing along your thighs suddenly regretting wearing shorts.
“You are such a jheheheherk!!”
Glad his moment of softness had been forgotten Duncan easily returned to teasing, feigning innocence.
“Oh? But I thought you were so sure I was a nice guy. Looks like your feelings were wrong. Good thing you have a thing for bad boys huh angel?”
He relished in the way you went even darker and sputtered over your laughter.
“N-No I-what!? That’s-crazy talk!”
“Your blush tells a different story. Plus, I’ve caught you stealing glances all summer. Lucky for you I like good girls just as much. Even called dibs in the boys cabin. Trent almost beat me to you but lucky for me he got more into Gwen around the same time which means you’re all mine if you want to be, angel.”
While he was talking casually his hands were moving easily all over, from your thighs to your hips up to your underarms and then to your neck where he opted to stay, keeping you in steady giggles as he waited for your response. 
You rolled your eyes before smirking back. 
“F-Fhihihine then. Gonna make me fhahahall demon boy?”
He grinned, full of roguish charm as his fingers finally slowed and he released your hands to cup your face in his palms and then seal your promise. 
“Only if you’re sure you’re ready for it sweetheart.”
No-one would find out until a few competitions later; when he got sick of hiding and kissed you so hard you swooned after a win you somehow managed to pull off. 
All insecure thoughts of him caring more about his bad boy image than you were  banished and it suddenly made sense to Courtney and Gwen why the nicknames, however passive aggressive, had stopped. They were all for you.  
Angel was still his favorite of course.
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yourllocalaroace · 4 months
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OOO REQUESTS AND HEADCANNONS ARE OPEN!!!!
I hc Giyu as a RUTHLESS ler. He doesn’t actually use it a lot though, unless he needs to. For example, when a certain someone with white hair and scars stabbed Nezuko, he met a terrifying man he had never met before.
that being said, may I please request one of Sanemi’s encounters with said ler Giyu? If not that’s totally ok 😊
Evil
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Note: Hi Anon, I love the trope of the quiet, reserved character is actually a really evil Ler. So this was fun to write( ◠‿◠ )
Mitsuri
Gyomei
Tengen
Lee!Sanemi
Ler!Giyuu
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Everyone in the Corp was aware of Shinazugawa’s temper, but no one could’ve expected him to go as far as to ignore a direct order the Master. 
‘You seriously expect me to believe that a demon that doesn’t eat humans exists?! What a joke.’ He lifted Nezuko’s box into air, before slamming it on the ground. With one foot on the box to keep it steady, he jammed his sword straight through the box, smiling when he heard the demon wail in pain.
Even Sanemi could except that what he did was wrong, but in his eyes it needed to be done, Even though he was heavily scoulded by the other hashira. 
‘Sanemi! Why would do such a horrible thing?’ 
‘Seriously. That was not flashy at all.’
‘You clearly don’t know how to act around the Master Shinazugawa. Maybe I ought to teach you.’
Great. Now they’re going to be nagging me. Whatever I don’t care.
 He sat outside his estate while eating some ohagi. Then he heard a noise. Someone was approaching. He stood up, Leaving his sweet treat on the ground. Then appeared the water hashira, Giyuu Tomioka. Sanemi rolled his eyes. 
‘If you’re here to complain about what I did, you can leave. I’ve already heard enough about it.’ 
Giyuu didn’t respond. But instead walked closer to his estate. Before Sanemi could blink he was standing in front of him. Staring at him with those blank blue eyes. ‘What do you want. And stop looking at me. It’s creepy.’
‘It really wouldn’t hurt if you just apologised.’ He finally spoke. 
‘And it really wouldn’t hurt if I didn’t. If you’re looking for sympathy I don’t have any, especially for a demon so get lost.’ 
Tomioka sighed. Short Tempered and stubborn. This wasn’t going to work. 
‘Fine. you leave me no choice.’ 
‘No choice? What’s a loner like you going to-‘ 
The black haired man had run straight at him, knocking  him to the ground. 
‘Argh! What the fuck!’ Giyuu sat on his thighs and swung an arm around him, straddling his waist and keeping pinned him to the ground.’Get off!’ 
‘Apologise.’ 
‘If there was even a chance I would’ve done it before, it’s definitely gone now! Let me go!’ 
‘Fine.But just know this is your fault.’ He dragged one finger up the length of Sanemi’s sides. 
‘Ack- stop! What are you doing!’ 
‘So you are ticklish. Great, that makes my job easier.’
‘The hell are you talking abohohommmph!’ The wind hashira slammed his hand against his mouth, refusing to let even the hint of giggle free. 
‘I couldn’t hear that? What did you say?’ Tomioka asked, scribbling against his sides with passion now.  
‘hmmmphehehehpfttmhmhm!’ Sanemi cried out behind his hand. ‘Ahahahmmmphstahaha!’ 
‘Sanemi I can’t understand what you’re saying. Take your hands away from your mouth.’
‘Nohohohohpfft! Mmphhehehfahahck yohohohou!’ One hand remanined glued to his mouth, while the other tried to swat away the attacking fingers on his sides. However this only opened more Tickle spots, which Giyuu quickly took advantage of. He moved his hands up into his armpits, there was a screech and Sanemi used both his hands and slammed them against his sides meaning the giggles were able to escape freely. 
‘Nahahahaha! Fahahaahack Giyuu Stahahahap!’ 
‘I’m honestly surprised. It’s quite ironic how someone so aggressive can have such a sweet laugh.’  
‘Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!’
‘What? It’s the truth.’ 
‘AGH! Gihihihiyuu! Nahahahaht thehehere!’ The white haired man shrieked when he felt fingers travelling up and down his back.’Stahahahahap!’ 
Not there? Then about….here?’ He made his hands into claws and curled them around  Sanemi’s ribcage. 
NoHOHOHohoho! ThahaHAHAhahahts wohohOHOHohorse! ‘GeheheHEHEHehet ohOHOohohoff!’ 
‘I’ve already told you what you need to do to get me to stop.’ 
‘NoHOHOohoho! I’hihill neHEHEver!’ Sanemi almost couldn’t believe that the same Tomioka Giyuu who never spoke at hashira meetings and avoided the rest of them like the plague, was threatening him. 
‘Then I’m not stopping’
The way Giyuu said it in that monotone voice drove him up the wall. And he was sure that behind that blank expressionless face he was smirking slyly.
‘The fact you’re able to stay stubborn after what you did outstandes me. You disobeyed a direct order from the master, and stabbed Nezuko -a now proven innocent- demon.’
‘IhiIHIhi wahahahas juHUHUhuhst doing my job’
 ‘Since you’re insistent on being so stubborn…’ 
Tomioka reached down Sanemi’s uniform and scribbled lightly against his stomach. In response he got a loud screech from the wind hashira, he bucked his hips as loud, uncontrollable laughter spilled out of his lips 
‘GAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! GIHIHIHIHYUU STAHAHAHAHAHP!’ He cried out, attempting to kick Giyuu to get him off. 
The water hashira simply scoffed and easily dodged. ‘The only way you’re going to escape is by agreeing to apologise Sanemi, and you made it harder for yourself with your uniform. It makes it so easy to get to your worst spot.’ 
He hated Giyuu. He hated him even more than he hated demons. He could see behind those empty blue eyes that he was smirking slyly, enjoying being is his position. 
‘Are you ready to apologise?’ He still maintained that calm monotone voice, as if he wasn’t tourting  him.’
‘FAHAHAHAHAHACK, YOHOHOHOHOU’RE EHIHIHIHIHIVIL, EHIHIHIHIVIL. 
‘That’s rich coming from you.’ He dipped  a finger inside his navel and began scratching the walls of his belly button.
‘NOHOHOHOHOH STAHAHAHAHAHA- OHOHOHOHOHOKAY! OHOHOHOHOHOHOKAY! I’LL APOHOHOHOHOLOGISE!’ He finally gave in as he wanted this to be over as soon as possible. 
‘To the master AND to Nezuko?’ 
‘YEHEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHIHI WIHIHIHILL!’ 
As promised Giyuu got off him and watched him curl up  into a ball and catch his breath. 
‘I swear Giyuu Tomioka you’re dead.’ But when he looked up, he was already gone. 
He never wanted to see that side of him again. 
End
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Every Villain's Weakness
Note: I know I mostly write for Marvel, but I really love Gal Gadot and had this idea in my head to write for her! I hope you guys enjoy!
Summary: You are playing the evil villain in a movie with Gal, and your biggest weakness gets exposed.
Word Count: 3003
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You were Gal Gadot’s co-star in a new upcoming movie. The movie was a hot topic, as it was a female protagonist and a female antagonist. You were playing the evil villain, working with a secret team to steal gold and take over the world. However, Gal’s character was a witty detective who takes this investigation into her own hands in hopes of defeating all evil.
Gal was older than you and much more well known, which is why you always felt small and shy around her. It didn’t help that she was almost six feet tall either. You had done multiple scenes with her already and had started to get more comfortable around her. However, there were plenty of times where you’d stutter, laugh, or just blank when you did scenes with her. It was a mix of being nervous and taken aback at her flawless beauty. You knew her face well, but each time it seemed to get more and more gorgeous.
Currently you were on break getting your makeup redone for the next scene. You were chatting with your stylist when Gal sauntered in, already ready for the next scene. 
“Are you ready for the next scene? It’s an interesting one,” Gal said, smiling as her beautiful accent surrounded every word she spoke.
You took the script out and skimmed over the next scene. It was the first main battle against the hero and villain. Ultimately in the end of this scene, the villain gets away and continues her scheming with her team in their hidden lair.
“Ah good, even the scriptwriters know I always win, acting or not,” you said with a smirk.
“Is that so? You already know how the movie ends,” Gal said, now moving closer to your chair.
“Maybe I’ll convince them to change the ending to be more realistic,” you replied, as your stylist now began using the makeup brush to blend in the rest of your makeup. 
You couldn’t help but squirm when the brush went over your neck, letting out a soft snort and giggles. Your stylist just chuckled, used to this reaction.
“Oh? What’s this?” Gal said while smirking.
“Nohohothihing,” you giggled out, silently cursing in your head, knowing that your stylist was dragging it out to embarrass you. 
“Awww are you ticklish?” Gal asked, as you refused to make eye contact with her.
“Nohohoho Ihihim nohohot,” you giggled.
“Oh really?” She asked, gently placing her hand on the back of your neck and giving you several squeezes.
You squealed with giggles, scrunching up and shutting your eyes.
“Gahahal stohohohohop,” you squealed, quickly getting up and moving away.
“Who’s the winner now?” Gal asked, chuckling at your reaction.
“Me,” you said, trying to pull her down onto the couch where you sat to tickle her back. You had no idea if she was ticklish or not, but this was a good opportunity to find out. However, your plan backfired, as she grabbed both of your wrists and pinned you to the couch. In a flash, she began to squeeze up and down your sides, using the perfect amount of pressure to have you screaming with laughter.
“GAL STAHAHAHAP YOU AHAHAHASS,” you shouted, trying to push her hands away.
“Now is that any way to talk to your fellow coworker?” Gal asked with a grin.
You nodded your head, knowing that she was gonna torture you more. However, you were saved by the director, as she announced that it was time to film the next scene. 
You laid there panting, as Gal let you up.
“Better hope that makeup doesn’t run from you sweating,” Gal teased, poking your tummy. You flinched and let out a huff before getting up to go film. 
“Oh and by the way. It’s cute that you’re ticklish,” Gal said with a wink, before heading out the door. You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks warm as a smile spread across your face. You did your best to compose yourself before going to film, but it wasn’t easy.
Throughout your next few scenes, Gal would sneak in little pokes and squeezes whenever she could, especially when you broke character and laughed. She would add on to it by tickling you to pieces just to embarrass you even more. 
The next scene was an interrogation scene, towards the end of the movie. In this scene, Gal’s character interrogates you to get the information about their whole scheme and eventually leads to the final battle. You were looking over the script, grimacing at the method of torture. You knew they weren’t going to actually use real electrodes, but the thought of it made you shudder. 
“You know what I think we should do instead in this scene?” Gal asked suddenly, entering in her outfit for the scene. She was wearing a red dress underneath her detective coat. 
“What?” You asked.
She leaned down to whisper in your ear softly, “I should tickle you.”
You pursed your lips to contain the squeal that was about to escape your mouth. You shook your head, unable to speak. The thought of it was too much. Especially in the outfits the two of you were going to be wearing. 
“Aww what, you don’t like that?” Gal asked teasingly, running a finger down your spine. You jerked away from her, as she giggled at your reaction. 
“Wait right here, I’ve got something to take care of,” Gal said, throwing another evil smirk your way.
You let out a huff of frustration, tongue tied every time you were around her. It also didn’t help that she knew an embarrassing secret of yours. 
She came back a few minutes later, telling you it was time to film the scene. When you got out to the filming area, the scene looked different than what you expected. The table was still in the middle, but there were no electrodes or any scary looking things to be found. There was just a small little chest that was sealed, so you didn’t know what was inside. 
“Don’t worry, all the lines are the same. I just convinced the director to make this scene easier for you,” Gal said, looking directly in your eyes but showing no sign of teasing or joking.
“What do you mean?” You asked, confused at the sudden change.
“You’ll see. You won’t even have to act, I promise,” Gal said, as you saw the corners of her mouth twitch.
Your eyes widened with realization, knowing exactly what she meant.
“You really told the director to use tickling during the interrogation scene?!?” You asked Gal in disbelief. 
Gal let out a fake evil laugh before breaking down into hysterical giggles. 
“I wanted the scene to be with more laughter rather than painful screaming. And besides, this gives me a chance to test things out,” Gal said with yet another smirk.
“What do you mean test things out? And stop smirking, it’s so annoying,” you huffed, not really meaning it.
“Oh you’ll see,” she said, before walking towards the table.
The scene starts with your character being trapped and tied on the table. Gal’s character has finally captured the villain and wants answers. However, like any good villain, you weren’t giving away information for free or without a fight.
“You ready to get tickled to pieces?” Gal asked, smirking as she tied you to the table. 
“I hate you,” you said back, purposely slipping your wrist out of the ties.
“You want the scene to start early?” Gal asked, running her nails over your stomach, making you yelp and immediately behave. 
“This isn’t fairrrr,” you whined, now completely tied in an eagle spread position. 
“Aaaaand action!” The director yelled, as you quickly got into character.
Gal approached the table, walking slowly in her heels.
“Well well well, seems like you haven’t learned your lesson,” Gal said.
“You let me go this instant,” you growled, glowering at her.
“Not before you tell me about your little team of scheming snakes,” Gal hissed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, adding in a slight voice crack to show your character’s nervousness. However, you were naturally nervous for what was coming. And maybe slightly excited.
“You want to play the hard way or the easy way?” Gal asked with a rare serious expression.
“Hard ball. All the way,” you growled, pulling at the ties.
“Oh you’re not going anywhere, little one,” Gal said, going off script and adding in the nickname. You tried your hardest to not blush, hoping the camera wouldn’t pick up on it.
“Try me,” you said.
Gal took her detective coat off, revealing a gorgeous red dress. Almost as red as your face was. Your character’s outfit was sleeveless, which left your armpits wide open. You silently cursed in your head at whoever designed this outfit. 
Gal stood at the end of the table, staring you down. “Are you gonna talk? I’ll give you one last chance.”
“Go fuck yourself!” You shouted back, as your character was meant to be mouthy and stubborn.
“Very well then,” Gal said, raking her nails up and down your feet.
“Waiaiait stahahahap nohohot thahahahat,” you giggled out, struggling to remember your lines at this point. You decided to just hold out as long as possible, as that was the main idea of the scene until the cue came to give in.
“Every villain’s weakness huh,” Gal said.
“Anythihihing buhuhut thahahat,” you giggled, as your feet tried to swat her hands.
“I’ve got your number ~,” Gal said teasingly, now tickling your feet with full force scribbles. You were caught off guard since you were basically winging it at this point, which caused you to squeal and scream with laughter.
“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.
“That’s the point. To make you laugh until you can’t stand it any longer.”
You continued laughing and enduring the torture, until Gal went into her second ask.
“Are you ready to talk?” She asked, slowing her fingers.
“Nehehver!” You shouted, out of breath from laughing. 
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Gal said with a wink, while moving up towards your upper body. 
“Now where else are you ticklish?” Gal asked, as you knew this wasn’t part of the script but for her personal gain.
“Up my ass,” you spat back.
“Hmm, is that here?” Gal asked, clawing away at your ribs as you arched your back before going into full blown laughter.
“NOHOT THEHEHERE STAHAHAHAP,” you cried out, wondering how she was so good at tickling. 
“You better talk. Who are you working with. I need names,” Gal said, digging in between your ribs and making you squeak.
“NOHOHOHO ONE NOW LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHO,” you shouted, struggling to get the words out.
“Don’t lie,” Gal said with an angry tone to her voice, now spidering over your tummy. 
“IHIHI PLEHEHEAD THE FIHIHIFTH,” you screamed.
“I’m not letting you go until you spill,” Gal threatened, walking over to the top end of the table.
You looked up to see her grinning down at you. 
“How are you holding up?” She asked, breaking character to let you know this wasn’t part of it.
“You are such an asshole,” you huffed, feeling super vulnerable at the moment. She was near one of your worst spots and you knew she was gonna test it out. 
“Sorry but this is way better than electrodes. Plus I can take notes on all your spots and use it for the future,” Gal said, wiggling her eyebrows. 
“You know I can do the same and get revenge? I have fingers too you know,” you said sarcastically.
“I’ll be fine,” Gal responded confidently, as you rolled your eyes.
“Are you air ticklish?” Gal asked, wiggling her fingers inches above your exposed armpits. 
You burst out into giggles, trying to pull away from her fingers.
“Stahahahap gehehehet awahahahay,” you giggled.
“Oh my gosh this is so cute. Quick get the cameras rolling so this can go in the blooper reel,” Gal said, continuing to torture you and embarass you even out of character. After she spent a few minutes teasing you, you guys were back to filming.
“You will talk, whether you want to or not,” Gal said, slowly pacing back and forth. 
“I will escape. And once I do, I’ll return to my…” you paused, as your character was supposed to slip up but catch herself. 
“You’ll return to your what?” Gal asked, raising an eyebrow. 
“N-nothing,” you said, embracing yourself for the next round of tickles.
“Spill,” Gal said raking her nails all over your armpits.
“NEHEHEHEVER AHAHAHHAHA,” you laughed out, hating how ticklish you were.
“You sure are ticklish for an evil powerful villain,” Gal teased, as you blushed in embarrassment. 
“I think I’m gonna have to step it up,” Gal commented, walking over to the small chest in her heels. 
“What are you gonna do to me?” You asked with deliberate fear in your voice. You lifted your head up slightly, not sure of what to expect. Your eyes widened when you saw Gal take two electric toothbrushes out of the chest, holding them up for you to see. A smirk took over her face, ready to feast on your ticklish body. 
“You want to play the hard way? Oh you’ll get the hard way,” Gal said, turning them both on and running them over your feet.
It tickled so much to the point where you couldn’t even get any words out. All you could do was scream with laughter and squirm to the best of your abilities. 
“Not so mouthy now huh?” Gal said as you continued to struggle.
“Better get talking ~~,” Gal sang in a high pitched teasy voice. 
“OHOHOKAY IHIHILL TAHAHAHALK,” you shouted.
“Go on,” she said, throwing in a smirk to frustrate you.
“Ha, you really thought you’d get the satisfaction of winning huh? You will never defeat me, even with your childish tactics,” you said, gritting your teeth.
“Childish tactics? They seem to be getting you pretty well,” Gal said.
“You’ll never be good enough to defeat me,” you growled, attempting to escape the ropes.
“You sure about that?” Gal asked, sticking the electric toothbrush into your belly button. 
“GAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed bucking against the sensation. She left it there to torture you for a bit, before moving it to your hip bones. One toothbrush for each hip. This made you lose it. You didn’t care if your character was supposed to hold out longer. You couldn’t stand how much it tickled and had to tap out.
“STAHAHAHAP IHIHI GIHIHIVE PLEHEHEHEASE,” you pleaded, desperately squirming against your restraints for any opportunity to escape.
“Oh do we have a weak spot?” Gal asked, knowing the obvious truth.
“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHILL SPIHIHILL JUHUST STAHAHAHAP,” you cried out.
“Speak,” Gal demanded, temporarily stopping. 
After catching your breath, you began to speak.
“I work for Group 9, a secret team that has a whole database to track when places are unguarded and who we have to take out in order to be successful. We have a secret lair where everything is kept hidden. They have a tracker on me to see where I am and I can see where they are in relation to where I am,” you explained, still trying to process the torture you just went through.
“Very well. I have all the info I need,” Gal said, finding the tracker and taking it. 
“And cut!” The director shouted, as you laid there in disbelief of what you had experienced. What you thought was only a dream turned into a reality. However, you would never say that to anyone. 
“Dreams really do come true huh,” Gal said, smiling at you.
“Just let me up you jerk,” you huffed.
“Ah ah ah what was that? Remember you’re still tied,” Gal said, turning on the toothbrush and putting it inches away from your hips.
“NO PLEASE! I’VE HAD ENOUGH AHAHAHAHAHA,” you laughed as she gave you one last round of torture.
“Alright you’ve had enough,” Gal said, letting you up.
“Finally.”
“Just know that I can use this even if it’s not a scene. If you’re a brat just know you’ll get wrecked,” Gal said, smirking at the reddening of your cheeks. 
“Just wait until we do a movie where you’re the villain,” you said back, seeing the slightest flash of fear before it disappeared on Gal’s face.
“Sorry that’s not happening,” Gal said.
“You’re just scared of being tickled,” you said, pushing to find out.
“Even if I am, you’re still way worse,” Gal said.
“Deflecting again are we,” you said, now smirking yourself.
“Careful or I’ll have you tied again,” Gal said with a tone of warning. 
“But then again, I always have you tongue tied, so in a way you’re always tied around me,” Gal said, smirking as you turned to hide your blush.
“Don’t worry, you’ll only be tied for things you like. Tickles and me,” Gal reassured you. Your mouth flew open, as you covered it to keep in your squeal. 
“You’re adorable,” Gal said, pinching your side to make you yelp.
“I am not,” you denied in annoyance.
“Come on, let’s go get lunch so you won’t be Miss Grumpy Pants for the next scene,” Gal said, giggling as your face lit up at the mention of food.
The two of you went out for lunch together, talking and bonding more now that you got over the hump of embarrassment. She made sure to get you good and catch you off for the best reactions. However, you didn’t mind despite how embarrassing it was. Especially in public. 
The two of you finished the movie strong, filming many action-packed scenes together. However, the interrogation scene would always be your favorite. You thought to yourself about how lucky you were to be acting with your absolute favorite actress. Despite the fact that she would always tease and frustrate you with her smirks, you had such a strong bond with her that you would cherish forever. 
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Stray Kids - Diet
Pairing: Lee!Felix X Ler!Hyunjin
Warning: This is a tickle fic! If this kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!
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Over the past two weeks, Hyunjin couldn’t help but worry about his best friend, Felix. He hasn’t been eating as much as he used to and sometimes even skipped meals. This was not common for Felix to do so it really worried the older bandmate. He decided he was gonna go check on Lix after his dance practice sessions to see what the problem was.
It was now night time and Hyunjin finished up the last choreo for his daily dance practices. He took a gulp of cold water to cool down then shortly made his way to go see Felix. He walked up to the door of the older member’s room and knocked gently. “Lix, it’s Hyunjin,, can I come in?” he asked. “Sure, come in” said Felix’s voice from the other side of the door. Hyunjin pushed open the door and walked up to his bandmate who was sitting on his bed, scrolling through social media on his laptop. Hyunjin took a seat next to him and spoke up “hey, can I talk to you about something if you don’t mind?” he asked Lix, his voice soft and caring. Felix closed his laptop and set it on his nightstand. He nodded his head, waiting to hear what Hyunjin had to say.
“So Felix, I’ve been noticing lately that you’ve been eating less and skipping meals and I’m just worried about you. Is everything alright? You know me and the other members are always here to listen.” Hyunjin explained, a hint of worry now in his voice. Felix looked down and took a deep breath. He looked like he was almost about to cry but then quickly got himself together and opened his mouth. “The fans on my lives have been recently telling me I should eat less cuz I’m gaining weight so I started to diet…” he explained to the older. It was clear that it was bothering him. Hyunjin’s heart sank at his friend’s words. “Ohh Felix..” he said. “Don’t listen to those people. They are not “fans” but just bullies who like to bring people down. You’re perfect the way you are! Eat what you want, Lixie” Hyunjin’s tone was full of love as he spoke to the younger. He really cared about his friend and wanted him to be happy always.
Felix looked up at Hyunjin with a soft smile. “Thanks, Hyun, you always know how to make me feel better” he said, leaning in to hug his friend. Hyunjin smiled and hugged him back. “Anything for you, Lix” They stayed in eachother’s embrace for a moment until Felix suddenly pulled away. “Hey Hyun,, you know what would make me feel even better?” he said to the older as his cheeks went pink. “What’s that, Lix?” Hyunjin replied. Felix blushed even more before saying in a low tone “I’d like it if you could..you know..make me laugh a bit” the shy boy explained as he wiggled his fingers, signaling what he wanted. Hyunjin’s blank expression quickly turned into a smirk. “Ahh, so you want me to tickle you?” he responded. Felix nodded, clearly embarrassed to ask his friend for tickles.
Hyunjin motioned for his bandmate to lay down and get himself comfortable. Felix rested his head on the pillows beneath him and laid down on his back. Hyunjin started to pull up Felix’s hoodie, revealing the soft skin of his tummy underneath. Lix got shy and put his hands up to his face, unable to watch. “Let’s start with your tummy, Lixie” the older said, reaching his hand out to his friend’s stomach. He gently scribbled all five fingers over Felix’s tummy, occasionally sneaking in a playful squeeze to his side or hip. The younger wriggled and giggled under Hyunjin’s touch. “Ahahaha!! Hyuniehehehee!!” Felix’s adorable giggles brought the biggest smile to his bandmate’s face. He loved seeing his beloved friend so carefree and happy. It was even better since he was the reason for his happiness in this moment.
“Are you enjoying your tickles, Lixie?” Hyunjin teased, causing Felix to blush. The older lightly wiggled a finger in Lix’s navel. “YAHAHAHA!! not there, Hyun!!” he squeaked. Hyunjin couldn’t help but tease his friend some more “Aww, does Lix have a ticklish belly button?” he cooed. Felix covered his face in embarrassment but he secretly was loving the attention. He continued to explore the other member’s midriff with his fingers before giving him a little break.
Felix pouted, wondering why Hyunjin stopped tickling him. He was about to say something but quickly stopped because of what happened next. Hyunjin started blowing a series of gentle raspberries all over Felix’s sensitive skin, causing him to squeal and throw his head back into the pillows. “AHHH HYUNJIHIHIHIN NOHOHOHO!!” Lix shouted through loud laughter. Hyunjin let out a giggle. He lifted his head from Felix’s soft stomach and said “Oh come on, Felix. You know you love it when I do this!” the younger’s cheeks went red “shuhuhuhut up!!” he replied while still giggling uncontrollably. Hyunjin decided to end the tickle time with a raspberry directly onto Felix’s belly button. “YAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” he shrieked. The younger rolled onto his stomach to get away from Hyunjin’s tickly lips.
Felix rolled back onto his back and laid there trying to catch his breath. “hehe…that tickled a lot” he said as he covered his stomach with his arms. Hyunjin smiled down at his cute friend, glad to have made him feel better. “Glad you liked it, Lix” he responded. After a while of chatting, Felix soon fell asleep, his blanket half on half off of him. The older got up off the bed and left, letting his bandmate rest for the night. Sometimes all it takes is a quick talk and a little bit of tickles to cheer up your closest friends.
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Grown up juice and bed times
Chuuya is drunk again and being stubborn and dazai has a good time with his Chibi. This is a tickle fic and one came out on a whim but I just kinda threw it together. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Dazai had no clue what time it was but chuuya was in one of his drinking moods and has almost finished a complete bottle of wine. He currently was walking around their shared apartment ranting about all the things wrong with the apartment.
“Chibi… I know you love your wine but I think it’s time to give it up” he said aloud as chuuya finished yelling about misplaced things in the kitchen.
“You know -hic- what m-mackerel wh-why did you move the toaster -hic- over by the sink. T-that’s not where I-I had it” He then turned to the brunette. “And -hic- another thing s-stop putting my damn s-snacks on top of the f-fucking fridge.”
Dazai chuckled.
As soon as Chuuya was done throwing out slurs, Dazai walked leisurely over to his partner and gently took the practically empty wine glass and placed it in the sink and the wine bottle on top of the fridge.
“Damn you -hic- bashtard, why do you hate me?” He was slurring his words more now.
“Chibi’s so mean to his master, he’s also slurring his words and needs to stop drinking his grown up juice.” Chuuya is now pitifully hitting Dazai. He then takes Chuuya’s hand and gently guides him across their small apartment to their shared bedroom.
Chuuya is now significantly trying to get out of Dazai’s grasp on his hand. “Let g-go of me bastard!!”
“It’s past Chibi’s bedtime, he needs to sleep cause he has work tomorrow.” Sitting Chuuya on the bed he begins to undress him. Dazai chuckled to himself as Chuuya continued to grumble to himself about this and that.
He continues to undress Chuuya gently taking his work shirt off not being able to help himself from gently skittering his fingers gently along his pale sides. Chuuya let out light giggles as Dazai did this but didn’t really try to get away. “Aww Chibi, you’re still so sensitive.” He hadn’t fully taken his shirt off yet. “Oh no Chuuya, your shirts stuck.” He chuckled again as he continued to spider his fingers all along his torso.
“Y-youhuhuhuhu bastard Hehehe ohohoff mehehehe.” Not being able to see definitely made a difference whilst along with being drunk. “You know if you’d have listen to me hours ago we could’ve been cuddled up in bed right now.” Chuuya had fallen back on the bed his hands stuck above his head wrapped in his shirt.
“Gohohoho tohohoho hell you baAHCK” Dazai had made his way on top of Chuuya straddling him. “Get off mehehe.” Although the tickling was slight the residual giggles were there. “You know you should be nicer to your master slug, haven’t you ever heard of the dog should never bite his master.” Bringing his hands to his hips and rested them there. “Now Chibi I’m gonna give you a chance, we can go to bed right now and I can give you all the cuddles and kisses, or you can be your little stubborn puppy self and we can do this the hard way.”
Still not being able to see Chuuya let out a muffled response. “F-fuhuck you Dazai!”
Within saying his partners name fingers were latched to his ribs. “DAZAHAHAHAHAI NOHOHOHO!!” His thrashing intensified as Dazai’s fingers massaged his ribcage with precision and got in between the bones. Through his thrashing Chuuya tried desperately to take his shirt off but he was stuck and the alcohol definitely didn’t help with his coordination.
“Chibi I gave you a chance now suffer your consequences” His hands moved down taking his sides in his hands and squeezing rapidly. “You know I miss your laugh when it’s like this. Desperate sometimes high pitched and giggly or sometimes even a squeal. My Chibi just makes so many noises.” The rapid squeezing was driving him insane but he was even more stubborn when he was drunk.
“shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup you ahahahass.” His giggles died down from the change of spots and he actually succeeded in getting the top off also successfully giving Dazai access to everything. Taking advantage of his new found freedom and tried grabbing Dazai’s hands but only managed to get a hold of his wrists. “D-dazahahahai get th-the fuhuhuck ohohoff me!” He shouted as giggles continue to pour out of his mouth.
With his hands holding onto Dazai’s wrists they moved with him as his hands moved down to his hips, Dazai used his boney fingers dipped his thumbs into the dips of Chuuya’s hips rolling and kneading circles into them. “AAHAHACK HEHEHE DAZAP-PLEHEHEASE!!” As much as it tickled and threw him off Chuuya couldn’t help but arch his back at the sensation trying anything to get away.
“There’s those noises I was talking about, my chibi is such a ticklish cutie aren’t you, your little girl squeals and whatever that first one was.” He giggled at the thought of whatever the noise was chuuya first made.
“And Chibi’s using his manners, I think it’s a bit late for that.” Chuuya continued to cackle as his hips were being attacked.
“D-DAZAHAHAHAHAHAI FUCKING STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHP” Chuuya was absolutely losing his mind with all the sensations going to his brain right now when everything stopped and his arms were raised above his with one of Dazai’s own.
“If you tell me you’ll come to bed all of this will stop.” The smirk that was carved into Dazai’s face was scary but chuuya thought he had the strength to do this. “You know Chibi” he says trailing a single finger down Chuuya’s bare arms causing goosebumps to rise on his pale skin. “As stubborn as you are I’m starting to think you like this.” Damn it Dazai. He knew damn well that Chuuya had a love hate relationship with tickling. Dazai’s smirk turn to an unsettlingly gentle smile.
He traced his single finger up and down Chuuya’s arms. Seemingly adding one finger each time he restarted before using all five fingers to just ever so gently tickling over his skin. Chuuya’s nerves were going to explode he couldn’t stand the light stuff drunk or not.
Dazai lowered his head to pepper gentle kisses along his neck, collarbone, chest, and back again, but as good as they felt they also tickled so damn bad. “Chuuya I’m going to give you one last chance to go to bed before I have to break you down. He tilted his head as he smiled gently as his partner. The smile and tiny residual giggles slipping out he stared back up at him, before closing his and turning his head in defiance.
Damn slug.
In that moment Chuuya’s wrists were let go and dazai buried his face in Chuuya neck nibbling ever so gently at the skin while his hands found purchase on his beautiful red heads thighs. Though everything tickled so bad when he opened his mouth to scream nothing came out.
He then gasped and everything came out.
“NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA D-DAZAHAHAHAHAHAI F-FUHUHUHUCK W-WAHAHAHAHAIT!!” Dazai doesn’t think he’s seen chuuya squirm this much before. Well he did say he’d break him down “I’m tired of waiting Chuuya just say you’ll come to bed and all this can stop.” Dazai said all this whispering in his ear as he continued.
But through the thrashing of his head and the screams he was letting out all he could do was nod. “Are you done being stubborn?” Dazai asked still whispering in his ear. Chuuya nodded so frantically he banged his head with Dazai’s a few times.
And with that the tickling stopped. Dazai hopped off his lover and going to the kitchen and coming back with some water placing it on the nightstand. “Come on let’s finish getting you undressed.” He said gently and slowly bring Chuuya to sit up and passing him the water. Dazai kneeled down taking off Chuuya’s pants and threw his clothes in pile on the floor. He knew Chuuya would berate him tomorrow but that was for tomorrow Dazai.
He collected his pajamas and Continued to get chuuya ready for bed. The grumbles he was making caused Dazai to smile down at him. After getting chuuya and himself ready for bed he climbed into bed and pulled a sleepy grumpy chuuya into his side. “It’s okay chibi sleep now.” Chuuya laid his head on Dazai’s chest.
“I fffucking hate you mmackeral.” Dazai smiled at the strength he had to still insult him.
“Well I love my chibi.” He said before pressing a kiss on top of his head and gently rubbing his back and right before chuuya fell asleep Dazai faintly heard the quiet ‘love you too’
GUYS I WANTED THE FLUFF I TRULY DID IM SORRY I ONLY PUT A LITTLE AT THE END I ALSO JUST WANTED DAZAI TO WRECK CHUUYAS SHIT I hope you all like this
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leegemma · 2 months
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hihihi!! love your so much >.<
can i ask something about lee!kim seungmin und ler!han jisung?? i really love this boys couple!!! and i love your works! maybe it can be something about favourite/melting spots or enjoying, just your wish :33
thank you for tour time!
Hello anonnnn... Thank you for the request! It took me a while to get to this one but here it is, I think it's the first one in a while that's turned out okay! I hope you like it too!!!
Enjoy:)
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It all happened a few hours before the boys had to go on stage. They've just all finished getting their makeup done and taking pictures, and because they still had some time left they decided to take a nap.
And so the 8 members were all provided with one dark room to sleep in, which they were very grateful for. There were 2 sofas and a few mattresses on the floor. They all paired up since it was just a short nap.
Minho and chan were given the sofa ("For the sake of their backs" as seungmin mentioned), chagbin and I.N slept on one mattress, Hyunjin and Felix on one, and Seungmin with Han.
They were all laid back and already quiet when suddenly seungmin started to... bark? Which obviously made I.N burst out laughing, causing the older boys to groan.
"It's not my fault!!! He's barking!!" Jeongin complained when changbin smacked his arm lightly.
"Yah! Shut up Kim seungmin!" Lee know demanded.
Chan took to softer approach. "Come on Minnie, we all have to rest."
Seungmin started whining and twisting around, noting how Han was just trying to ignore him. "But I'm not tired!"
Han turned around to face the younger, face looking a bit annoyed. "Then just lay quietly while we sleep!"
"Or go do something else." Felix suggested while hyunjin nodded in agreement.
"Noooo" seungmin shook his head, still twisting and turning.
"Seungmin." Han warned. "If you don't stop moving I swear to god-"
"You'll do what?" Seungmin teased with a confident smirk.
Han went quiet for a moment, then looked over to chan. "Premission to tickle the shit out of him?"
Chan shrugged grabbing his noise cancelling head phones. "Go ahead, we'll all just wear our headphones."
All the boys nodded in unison, hyunjin adding sending Seungmin a little "good luck" Before closing his eyes.
This was all happening way to fast for poor seungmin, who soon enough found himself laying flat on his back, a tired looking Han Jisung ontop of him.
"W-wait!" He tried to twist away.
Han shook his head, immediately digging into seungmin's sides. "Nope. I need sleep, and if you're not tired, I'll have to make you tired."
Seungmin burst out laughing, his eyes squinting shut. "You cahahahant- thihis wihihil waHAKE THEHEHEM UHUHUHUPPP"
Han teasingly looked around at the already sleeping boys. "They look fine to me."
"STAHAHAHAHHAP!!" Seungmin shook his head back and forth. Catching his breath when Han stopped, giggles slipping out of his mouth when the older started wiggling his fingers infront of his face. "D-don't dohoho that.."
"You tired yet?" Han asked. Suppressing a yawn of his own.
Seungmin didn't know how to answer this, he just knew for sure that he couldn't fall asleep right now even if he tried. "Mmm..."
Han groaned, then turned to look back down at seungmin. "That's all I needed to hear." He then started wiggling his fingers into Seungmin's neck. Going back and forth between his ears and neck.
Seungmin completely melted at the soft tickling, letting cute giggles and scrunching his nose up while his eyes slowly fluttered, face flushing red.
Han almost blushed himself while looking at his best friend. He grinned. "That is the cutest thing into the world. I found your melting spot, didn't I?"
"Stohohop" seungmin let out a squeal when Han poked his tummy.
"I'll never forget that spot." Han promised the both of them. Promoting seungmin to blush deeper. "You're ready to go to sleep?"
Seungmin huffed slightly and nodded. "I'm ready..."
The two boys laid down, all the other members were already dead asleep. After a few moments of silence Han turned to face the boys next to him. "Seungmin?"
Seungmin answered right away. "Yeah?"
"I don't think I'm tired now..."
An evil smirked creeper onto Seungmin's face. He sat up, wiggling his fingers in Han's direction. "I think I know what can help..."
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No Ticket, No Entry
(Miles/Gwen Tickle Fic)
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If you're a cop's kid, they say there are only two possibilities: you become a cop yourself, or one of the crooks he chases. For Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy, it was a little bit of both. Equipped with an arsenal of stickers and spray cans, Miles was always the more prone to troublemaking of the two. Gwen usually required a little more prodding.
But what kind of self-respecting teenager, at some point, hasn’t snuck into a movie theater?
The two perched high on lampposts on the street outside, perfectly hidden from passerby behind the blinding lights. It was one of those small local Queens theaters that had been around since the dawn of time, the kind that still used traditional signs, where even the color on the bricks had started to chip off. Red neon letters flashed cheerfully at them above the marquee. It was a chilly spring night.
"Alright, Spider-Boy; let's see whatcha got," the ghostly white Gwen teased with a wink.
“‘Spider-Boy?’ C’mon, that’s a low blow,” chuckled Miles.
“Hey, invisible guy successfully nabs us some snacks; then we can talk about upgrading your moniker," she giggled. With a flick of her wrist, a thin strand of web fluid whisked Gwen up to the roof, and left Miles alone on his vantage point, where he vanished with perfect camouflage. His gloves and boots squeaked on the glass foyer windows. There was quite a crowd...he had to squeeze quickly between the doorframe and a very fat woman in a fur coat, but no one was the wiser.
Both he and his girlfriend felt the pulse-pounding thrill of breaking the rules. A little bit of the old anxious butterflies flitted around their stomachs…what’s worse than getting caught? But they really shouldn't have worried. This was a world where superheroes, aliens, gods and monsters all ran around New York like it was their own personal Super Smash Bros. arena. All that Randall the overweight 15-year-old counter clerk thought about, when he saw a haunted bag of popcorn mysteriously sliding away around the gaudy orange wall corner, was the fact that he didn't get paid nearly enough to care.
Getting through the doors, crawling up the ceiling and behind the counter, and grabbing armfuls of food undetected was the easy part. The tricky thing was getting it all into the screening room. He & Gwen were already a few minutes late...a strategic maneuver. The way-too-loud trailers were audible outside the door. All Miles had to do was hide behind the back counter, wait for a break in the crowd, and sprint in and up the wall, resisting the urge to hum the sneaky Castle Garden music from Ocarina of Time while he did so.
All the popcorn bags, hot dogs, drinks, and what-have-you were webbed up all nice and snug in the back right corner of the theater's star-covered ceiling, opposite from the door and behind the other seats. A soft metal clunking sound that only his enhanced ears could pick up, like a knock on a metal door, lured Miles up back across to the overhang above the entrance. Even the walls were coated in carpet, but there was a single rectangular hole covered by a cheap iron grate, which led to the building's ventilation ducts. And behind it, smiling and waving at him, was his girlfriend.
"Hey there," she whispered. Miles' mask was lifted just enough that his mouth was visible. Even under the mask, though, he was clearly raising his eyebrows in that classic Dwayne Johnson way.
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"Heeyyyyyy," he replied, trying to look cool and unaware that his face was wearing a patchy beard of popcorn kernels. Gwen bit her lip and tried not to smile too much...she thought it was cute.
“I can’t believe these dorks still haven’t noticed the opening is unscrewed!” It took nearly a full 30 seconds to crawl out and slide the grate back into place with as little noise as possible. Miles tossed Gwen a box of M&Ms, careful of the rattling. If the guy in the projection booth had looked down through the window, he might have noticed the snickering teenagers crawling along beneath his shadow.
It was like any other movie night, only huddled in the far corner of the room and fifteen feet off the ground. (It was some comedy movie, the details of which they barely cared about. Something to do with horses, a wedding, and Danny McBride eating a truck tire.) They whispered. They laughed. They stole each other's food. They tried to sneak looks at their smartphones, and always chided the other for doing the exact same thing. Miles almost tried the cliche "accidentally hold hands via popcorn bucket" trick, but he was too embarrassed...so Gwen smoothly slid her gloved palm into his anyway. In the dim blue glow, after all, he couldn't see her blush.
"Man, sitting this way is startin' to hurt my back."
"Heheheh...I'm gonna watch from here. You think someone'll notice?" Gwen said playfully. Grinning, the Ghost Spider raised from her place at Miles' left, crawled up above ("Hey! Where you going?") and sat down Indian-style right on the ceiling at his 10:00 position. Twinkling glow-in-the-dark stickers lit up the area around her. Despite her years of experience, she never really got over the novelty of being able to hang upside down whenever and wherever she wanted. When she fully demasked, both of the heroes laughed quietly at the sight of her blonde hair dangling toward the floor.
"Oh, so what, now you don't care about anyone seeing you?" Miles perked up instantly and tossed popcorn her way.
"Shhh! We've gotta still be quiet!" Gwen laughed back at him. The tension in her shoulders had wound down throughout the evening...she was feeling a little more mischievous.
"Oh, we do, huh? Yeah, we do?"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Miles' left arm reached up and poked her in the side.
These skintight superhero catsuits were many things, but one thing they were NOT: tickle-proof. Thankfully, a character in the movie had just cracked a joke, and everyone in the audience was in a fit of laughter…no one heard it when Gwen’s chipper giggle blurted out.
Her eyes bugged out of her head. Her hand slapped over her vulnerable spot. She tried not to show it, even (especially?) in front of Miles, but the universe-hopping Stacy daughter was remarkably ticklish; even gentle back scratches could make her squeak and writhe like a bowl of jello. And deep down, she hated the sound of her throaty, husky laugh. She always gasped so much; it almost sounded more like hiccups than laughter.
"Quit it!" she snapped, looking back at Miles. Her mouth looked happy...he loved seeing that little gap in her buck teeth when she grinned; it was so dorky...but her eyes were panicked. Which, of course, just egged him on.
As soon as she wasn't looking, her boyfriend stretched out his arm again and squeezed her belly with all five fingers, and Gwen doubled over, giggling fiercely.
"HNGHEE!!" she exhaled hard; all the wind was knocked out of her.
She kept shoving his wrist, hissing at him, trying to get him to cut it out, but he was acting like an obnoxious little brother in the back seat of a car...all that was missing was for him to squawk "I'm not touching you!" on repeat. Every time she moved Miles' hand aside to one place, he swung his arm back and pinched her side or jabbed between her ribs. Limbs flying everywhere...it was practically a slap-fight.
Poke...poke....poke. Over and over.
All these little touches were making her all tingly, building up a storm of hysterics that Gwen was struggling to contain. Her Spider-Sense was blaring a full four-alarm siren, for all the good it did against someone who was just as fast as her.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle," Miles teased her in a cartoonishly high-pitched voice.
“S-stop it! We’re gonna get caught!” She was frustrated now. It was true…down below, patrons had begun looking around in circles, trying to determine where that annoying noise was coming from, and who exactly they should pelt with half-eaten nachos.
Sealing her lips tightly, Gwen held her breath and swiveled to face the screen again. She was anxiously rubbing her crossed ankles while fixated on the movie, an action that drew Miles’ eye to the seafoam green ballet shoes which lurked, upside-down, just above his hair.
Meh...that'll work.
Just when she started to take her mind off the chortles, Gwen gasped. A finger was tracing along the outer lip of her right shoe.
"Don't...you...dare..."
Miles' hooked digit clawed around inside Gwen's slipper and gently scratched the arch of her foot through her black spandex tights. She could almost feel the electric tingles of his venom-touch buzzing up her leg…it made her whole body jitter, and she jumped nearly hard enough to unstick from the ceiling.
“HAA-Huh! *gasp*wheeze* Huhuh-Heheh, Haha! St-hop!” Gwen snorted loudly and clapped her hands over her mouth. Her flailing legs untangled from their self-made pretzel. “Heehee-Heh, Huh-Huh! *gasp* Heheh!”
She froze. A cold fear dripped down Gwen’s neck. Internally, she was shooting off every curse word she could think of. After a moment to catch her breath, once her laughter subsided, Gwen slowly opened a single eye…
…and there, below her, was her worst fear. The crowd was staring up at her, trying to make out the girl-shaped shadow in the theater’s back corner.
"Hey, it's Spider-Woman!"
"Woo! Spider-Girl, down here!"
"Wait I thought she was called Ghost-Spider..."
Thank god it was dark enough that no one could see her face properly; her mask was back on in milliseconds.
"Oh, shit shit shit; Miles, we've gotta - " Gwen quickly snapped her head to the side, but there was nothing there...nothing but an empty, dark corner where her boyfriend had once sat. He’d gone invisible and slipped out. The eyes of her costume narrowed into burning little strips of pink, like a pair of furious electric earthworms.
".....oh, you've gotta be freaking kidding me."
THUD!! BANG! Hard aluminum sheets buckled and wobbled under Gwen’s fingertips. She scurried through the air vents at a blistering pace, often sliding too far around a corner - CRUNCH! ow, that’s definitely an elbow bruise - and doubling back. Her legs nearly outran her arms, throwing themselves up and over each other, rushing to an ever-closer window of purple moonlight.
Her heart beat a thousand times a minute.
Freedom.
On the rooftop, Gwen yanked up her mask and sucked in the foggy night air. Breathing hard…whewwww….over and over. Its cool touch soothed the burning in her cheeks. Her slippers slapped against the stone and plaster. Alongside her own weary gasps, Gwen eventually heard another sound…one that made her temperature rise once more.
Miles, chuckling to himself right beside her.
“Heh-Heh…kind of a big change-up from how we met, huh?” he offered, a smug smile on his face.
"Miles!!" Gwen hissed under her breath, and slapped her boyfriend on the arm.
"Ow! Why you whispering? We're up here by ourselves."
“Uuugh. This is why you get in trouble with your dad! You are soooo lucky this universe doesn’t have mine. You seriously can't stop goofing around for more than 2 seconds even when...”
“So is that like your Kryptonite? You can’t win a fight if you’re being tickled?” laughed Miles. The question made Gwen go red in the face again. She was about to garble some kind of flustered protest, but something caught her eye and stopped her...from inside his sleeve, Miles produced some sort of shiny metal stick. It was kinda like those memory-erasers from that one dumb alien movie her dad liked.
"Well, you know...I was thinkin' while we were up here, maybe we could have a....uhhh, private show." Miles flipped over to the brick lip of the roof and squatted down. At his feet he placed the little silver tube, centered it, and clicked a button. "C'mere; check this out."
Along its side, a narrow slit opened up, pulsing a deep yellow color. Inside it, glowing photons waved back at Gwen like a sea of tiny stars, humming softly. A shower of light rushed up from the strip like an inverse waterfall until the little particles reached a rectangular shape, then scurried in all directions to paint the night sky alongside their far-off galactic brothers. Draped above Gwen & Miles, like a canopy, floated a holographic screen just for them. (Unknown to Gwen, exactly twelve feet below them, inside the projection booth, a red, spider-shaped, USB-compatible goober clicked into place against the room’s laptop. Its feed was being copied and streamed perfectly.)
"Wow......" Gwen seemed impressed, but paused when she realized….
"Wait, was this whole night just so you could show that gizmo off?"
"Ehhhh....maybe," shrugged Miles. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head with his left hand. But as she thought about it, Gwen wasn’t even mad. She just laughed all over again.
A little web pillow was all it took to make the setup complete. Grabbing a fistful of popcorn from the sole leftover bag that Miles had carried with him, Gwen laid back against the nearby roof fan and shoveled the snacks into her mouth, excitedly looking up at the big projector above. And her boyfriend plopped down just to her left side, arms crossed and relaxed.
Strangely, the noise of the insomniac city streets below, the feet clicking on pavement, the rushing and honking of cab horns, didn't bother them. The movie played perfectly alongside the calming sounds of New York, and there was something strangely enchanting about it. Reaching up, Gwen’s hands came to rest behind her head and propped her against the pillow, and she sighed contentedly. A sweet smile washed over her.
"You know…" she said, "...I think I do kinda like this better, Spider-Man.”
Miles often made himself sick with worry about how their relationship was going. She was sooo much cooler than him. What was the next step? What if he did something to embarrass her? But for a few moments, all those fears melted away while he watched the projector's light dance reflected on her cheek.
He also realized, as his prankster side whispered in his ear, he was in a perfect position to sneakily tickle her armpit without her noticing. Both her hands were behind her head.
Almost on a reflex, his index finger bent and slowly hovered toward her...
….but he suddenly thought better of it.
Nah. Let's just enjoy the movie.
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