#BECAUSE HE DESERVES MORE TICKLES AND THAT IS IT
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single dad Eddie Munson x single mom Reader
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Summary: For my fourth and final fic of @littlexdeaths The Twelve Days of Promptmas, I bring you a romcom-worthy meet cute! A one-night stand in a small town is always a dangerous game.
Content: Eddie and Reader are both single parents. Modern AU. P in V and oral sex. Too many feelings for a one-night stand. Readerâs shitty ex mention. Small town dynamics. Light on Christmas, heavy on Eddie being a sexy menace. If you see any typos/messy sentences lmk!!
Just an extra little note to say the biggest THANK YOU to @littlexdeaths for putting together these wonderful Promptmas ideas, and for just being completely lovely and amazing too. I have had such a fun few weeks working on writing again, itâs been a crazy few months for me personally so this has been the best way to get back into writing and feeling creative again!! Iâve loved every minute â¤ď¸
â¨bang average festive fics⨠Eddie Munson fics â¨Dividers by @strangergraphicsâ¨
It has been quite a few years since you woke up in a strangerâs bed.Â
More used to the morning time routine of trying to get a sleepy six-year-old up and ready for the day, or the heartwarming feeling of said six-year-old making her way into your bed to cuddle on sleepy Sundays, you feel a little out of your depth this morning.
And some degree of hungover.Â
But it could be worse, you supposed. The strangerâs bed was comfy and he had plenty of pillows for you to sleep on. His sheets were clean and he had not totally smothered you like a limpet all night, nor had he expected you to get up and leave while you were still catching your breath. He was a fairer bedmate than your daughter, and it was pleasant to wake up with the warm weight of his inked arm around you rather than a kidâs-size-twelve foot digging into your ribs, or her hair in your mouth.Â
You sink into the comfort of it all, relishing that long-forgotten post-great-sex ache all over and the feeling of waking after a deep and dreamless sleep. You had not been this well-rested in almost seven years.
Next to you, he is asleep on his stomach with his arm across your middle. The room is dusky dark, but you can still make out the tattoos along his pale bare body and the glint of his nose ring, the spill of long dark hair piled up on his head. He is much softer now than when you met in the bar last night, no coy smirk or wolfish grin, no deep dimples on his cheeks. His whiskey eyes are still shut, and you feel warm all over when you remember how he had looked at you like you were the only woman in the bar, in the world, last night. How he had taken you home and taken you apart right here in his navy sheets.Â
Carefully, trying not to wake the man next to you, you ease yourself up to check your phone. Itâs far too early to worry about picking Hazel up yet.
Not for the first time, you say a silent thanks to the universe for your neighbour for agreeing to babysit Hazel so that you could have a well-deserved Christmas night out with the friends you had made at work. You will bring her a nice hand-tied bouquet from the shop next week, just because. Without Claudia and her kindness to lean on, you know that going it alone in this small new town would so be much harder. It had been serendipitous really, moving in next door to an older and wiser woman who had been in the very same position as you when her son was not much older than Hazel. You begin piecing together the perfect bouquet for her, eucalyptus and rose and red ribbon, distracting yourself briefly from the dull ache in your head and the dry feeling on your tongue.
He brought you a glass of water before you fell asleep together. Itâs cool in your throat, though it barely touches the sides of the discomfort pressing behind your brows. When the glass is mostly empty, you settle back next to him and let yourself doze for a little longer.
Eddie instinctively pulls you closer in his sleep, his warm morning breath tickling your shoulder and neck. You know it is just temporary, he is still a stranger, but let yourself enjoy the fleeting comfort while it lasts.
âMorning.â
His voice is rough and smoky, and thereâs a tired smile waiting for you when you open your eyes a while later. You are struck by how pretty he is, handsome and hot but pretty with it; long dark lashes and doe-eyes, cheekbones to die for.
âHi,â you whisper back. You feel yourself smiling back at him, feeling dreamy and oh-so-comfortable. You stretch your body out, relishing the rush of blood and oxygen to your muscles and your eyes drop closed again at that so-good feeling.
âSleeping Beauty.âÂ
When Eddie kisses your hair, you miss how he closes his eyes and savours the moment; you are too busy basking in the unexpected tenderness of this one-night stand, the easiness of waking up slow with a man you met less than twelve hours ago. Even if it is just for this morning, you soak it up.Â
âMhmm. You have a comfy bed,â you whisper, looking up at him again.Â
You brush your fingertips along his silver chain before tracing up to his jaw, past the tendrils of hair escaping his scrunchie. You know the feeling of that dark grown-out and nicely-maintained stubble, how it brushed and burned so good on the inside of your thighs, how it feels against your lips.Â
Tentatively, bravely, you press your mouth against his and feel his smile. Itâs sweet, slow. Intimate and lovely.
âYeah? Mâglad you think so,â he murmurs and steals one more kiss before pulling you against his body.Â
Last night as you basked in the afterglow, Eddie asked so quietly if he could hold you and you almost teared up about it. It had been a long time since anyone had held you like that, like he is holding you again this morning. It has been a long time since anyone has been sweet to you, shared closeness and intimacy like this. Not since the man you loved upped and left, leaving you and one-year-old Hazel with only each other to love.Â
You feel the strength of his arms and the softness of his belly. Thereâs a stirring, hardening interest against your thigh and yet heâs not being too forward or pushy. Heâs just holding you, just âcoz.Â
âI donât⌠Sâa while since I had a sleepover,â he admits, running his blunt nails over the small of your back. âYou didnât hog the covers, and you didnât sneak off without saying byeâŚâ
Eddie pulls back a little, wearing that small flirty smile that made you swoon last night. His voice is so playful, even though it is deep with morning huskiness.Â
âStill here,â you whisper back, âI⌠Itâs been a while for me too. I donât usually⌠Yeah.â You shrug, you know he gets it.Â
There is a glint of something in his eyes before he looks up at the ceiling. âIâm glad we did. I had fun.âÂ
The dimple in his cheek is beautiful and bashful, and when he looks at you again his eyes go right to your lips.
âMe too.â You touch his chain again and tug gently to bring your lips together again, putting you both out of your misery.
No one has ever kissed you like Eddie did last night, with all-consuming lust that made you feel electric. He is a blend of rough and smooth, a firm guiding hand followed by a gentle caress. You have never felt so wanted, so craved.
The way he kisses you this morning pushes aside the thoughts of all you need to do today. All you know is want, the cloying feeling of wanting to touch and be touched, craving pleasure. With his hands to guide, you straddle his lap and lean into the feeling of his fingertips wandering past the hem of the t-shirt he loaned you last night.Â
Eddie looks up at you like youâre some sort of deity, his eyes and lips shining as you peel off the t-shirt and throw it behind you, leaving yourself bare in his lap. He was not put off by the stretch marks, or the Mom Body you felt so self-conscious about sometimes. Nor was he put off by the fact that you are a Mom. Eddie had simply smiled when you briefly mentioned your daughter, told you he had his own little girl without giving too much away. With that fresh layer of yourselves on show, you could understand each other just a little bit more without going full gushing-parent mode, sharing pictures of your little angels or ranting about who loved Bluey and loathed Peppa more.Â
His fingers run over the stretch marks on your hips, starting up a slow grind as he kisses your neck (remembering your âno marksâ rule). There is a slight chill in the air to remind you that beyond this liminal bliss, it is a frosty December morning, but Eddie warms you up and distracts you without second thought.Â
In the gauzy light, you see touches of fatherhood around his room, easily missed in the passion of last night - a framed drawing on his bedside table, a kiddie hair clip in his ring dish. You smile to yourself and shiver when his warm breath skates over the damp trail of kisses.
âPretty smile,â he murmurs, needing to taste and feel it again.Â
Hands wander and squeeze and you get drunk on each other all over again in the cocoon of Eddieâs bed. You blindly follow his dark treasure trail before taking him in hand, hot and diamond-hard, and savour the taste and sound of his moan. Your aching need for him is tempered and satiated by his fingers and you flush hot all over when he encourages you to scoot up and let him taste you, almost begging for it. Dazed with want, you find yourself clinging to the headboard with white knuckles and his name spilling from your lips.Â
Eddie could die a happy man with your thighs bracketing his head. The taste of you makes him feel drunk as you take your pleasure from him; the needy roll of your hips is encouraged by his greedy hands in contrast to how cautious and careful you had been not to trap and tug his hair beneath your knees.Â
When you are sufficiently dumb with pleasure, he lays you back against the pillows and lays out his desire for you in between messy kisses, losing his train of thought when you get your hand back on him and whisper back your need for him to fuck you now. Eddie reaches blindly for the (blessedly still-in-date) box of foil-wrapped packets in his drawer, not wanting to look away from you for even a moment.
He holds your hand as he makes love to you and you have to remind yourself not to get too caught up in how sweet Eddie is, even when he his making you feel like you have never been so full; sweetness and filthy words wound together so sweetly. Itâs overwhelming and he catches you fighting tears when you feel too good.Â
âHey,â he whispers, wearing too much worry between his brows. âDo you want to stop, sweetheart? Am I hurting you?â
A guy being decent should not make your heart swell like this, and yet it does. You shake your head, tears spill over and he brushes them away with care.
âNo, no. Youâre not hurting me,â you promise. âI feel really good. Sâjust a lot.âÂ
Your voice wobbles and he smiles fondly against your mouth, relieved and happy to be wanted in return.Â
Eddie has this magnetism, warm and cloying and a little mysterious; it makes you feel comfortable even when heâs teasing you and making you flush hot all over.Â
âYeah, baby? Thatâs what Iâm here for,â he whispers, and kisses you slowly, sweetly. âLet me make you feel good.â You feel like your heart could beat out of your chest. He can feel it hammering against him as he starts up a slow roll of his hips that fills you completely.Â
Your fingers clutch at the sheets as Eddie fucks you into his mattress. Nothing else matters in those moments, only pleasure. You fight the urge to sink your teeth into the meat and muscle of his arm, lick the drip of sweat from his neck. Instead, you taste the way he moans your name and cling to him when you come just moments apart - you first, then him.
He shares his water with you afterwards when he sees your empty glass; you are both damp with sweat and lying side by side with your heartbeats pounding in your ears, the lingering taste of each other on your tongues.
When he kisses you again, his lips are water-cooled and tender.
âCan I make you some coffee? I have to pick up my little terror in a bitâŚâ he says, already cringing at himself. âSheâs great, I swear. I promised her diner pancakes for brunch.â
Reality trickles back in, a not-unpleasant cooling off of your morning together.
âYeah, I should probably not show up in last nightâs clothes to pick my kid up. Coffee sounds good.âÂ
There was always an expiry date on this; the boundaries of a one-night stand were set and familiar, despite how long it has been and despite how easy and intimate this morning has been. Youâre both adults, both okay with it.Â
âCool.â He smiles and hauls himself out of bed, stepping into his lost and found again boxers before he doubles back to kiss your cheek.Â
When your legs are steady enough he shows you how the shower works, leaving you to it with a new toothbrush, fresh towels and a familiar squeeze to your bare hip. Thereâs a little part of you that wants him to join you, waste hot water and let him press you against the cold tiles. Eddie wants that too, to delay your inevitable parting of ways and return to reality.
When you look in the mirror, you see a well-fucked woman; kiss-bitten lips and that long-lost post-sex glow.Â
âWhat the fuck,â you murmur to yourself, giggling a little when you think over the last twelve hours.Â
You had not gone out looking for a hookup last night, but you made the most of the festive excuse to go for drinks with the few friends you had made since moving to Hawkins six months ago. Catching Eddieâs eye at the bar had been a happy accident. A happy accident that lead to letting him buy you a drink, and then buying him one back. Your friends had wholeheartedly encouraged it, knew him to see around town and vouched for him as a mechanic. Good with his hands, they had teased. Oh, how right they had been.
The water is hot and Eddieâs shower gel is the typical âfor menâ scented sort of thing. You feel fresh and clean when you step back into the bedroom, finding sweats and an Iron Maiden hoodie on the bed for you, alongside your clothes from last night (which Eddie has attempted to fold neatly, instead of leaving you to pick them up from the floor).
It should not make you smile so much, but your cheeks ache pleasantly as you dress yourself, opting for last nightâs jeans with Eddieâs sweater. Itâs washed-soft and smells like the detergent you have at home with a hint of his cologne.
You follow the scent of coffee and the sound of music downstairs, finding more traces of parenthood on your way - a purple fairy door on the baseboard, a washing basket full of clean kids' clothes outside a closed bedroom door, light-up Skechers and silver glitter rain boots in the hall. There is something familiar about them, but brush it aside as something Hazel probably asked for in Target.
Eddieâs unbuttoned jeans hang low on his hips as he makes coffee in mismatched mugs, his hair is down tickling against his bare shoulders and back. There are drawings on the fridge and a Christmas tree peeking out from the living room. It feels like a happy home.
His eyes light up when he sees you, looking as hungry and enamoured by you in his hoodie as he had been when you were wearing nothing at all.Â
âDo you take sugar, or are you sweet enough?â he asks, wearing a softer version of that panty-dropper smile from last night. He smells clean, minty and masculine, after a quick whoreâs bath in the other bathroom.
âJust one,â you say, resting your hip against the kitchen island while you watch him fix up your coffee. âYouâre smooth, huh?â
âYou tell me.â He slides the mug across to you before blowing on his coffee, taking a still-too-hot sip that he tries and fails to cover. For a moment, you think he might be doing a bit, alas he is simply endearingly clumsy.
You feel bad laughing, but Eddie only pouts a little bit before grinning at you. Thereâs a faint blush on his cheeks and he ducks his head to hide behind his hair.Â
âReal smooth.âÂ
Exercising patience, you decide to let your coffee cool a little.
âIâll give you a ride home if you like?â he says, hoping itâs not too forward.Â
He wants to be more forward, ask for your number and ask you out. He likes how his clothes fit your body, and how you looked blissed-out in his bed. While Eddieâs trying not to come off too strong, you appreciate his sweetness and fight your own internal battle of trying not to fall for your one-night stand.
âYeah, that would be great. Thanks, Eddie. Iâm over on Cornwallis, is that out of your way?â
He smiles a little, âI donât mind a little detour, sweetheart.â
You pointedly blow on your coffee, learning from his mistake, and savour the made-just-right coffee in a Snoopy & Woodstock mug.
Over his shoulder, you spot a photo of a familiar man on the fridge, bookended by two heads of dark curly hair. Thereâs a handpainted fridge magnet with âFaeâ written in childishly charming pink writing, and you feel your cheeks flame.
He watches your face change, looks over his shoulder to see what youâre looking at.Â
âAh. Thatâs my Uncle Wayne, and Fae. My daughter. sheâs six.â He unpins the picture and thumbs over it gently before turning it around to you.
You know exactly who they are, but take it anyway.
When you moved your life to Hawkins, Indiana six months ago, you would never have believed that you would make friends with a grandfather in his sixties outside of Curtain Call Dance Studio while you waited for Hazel. Making friends as a single Mom in a new town was not easy, you had little time outside of work and parenting for yourself, let alone socialising (and god forbid, dating). And then you parked next to Wayne one Thursday. He was a little quiet but had warmed up more each week; now he smiled when he saw you, asked how your job at the florists was and how Hazel was doing in school.
Even though they were in different First Grade class groups at Hawkins Elementary, Hazel and Fae had become almost inseparable in their dance classes and on the playground.Â
You knew Faeâs dad worked late some evenings, so Wayne helped him out. Hazel had told you that she had seen Faeâs dad once when he picked her up early to go to the dentist, and that he had hair just like her friend.
âShe looks just like me, itâs crazy - poor kid. I canât believe sheâs six. Sheâs supposed to be three, max. Yâknow what I mean?â He says, showing you more of his proud Dad side before realising that your confusion is not because youâre looking at a picture of two clones. âYou okay?â
âYouâre Faeâs Dad? Fae Munson?â you ask, watching his shoulders tense a little as he nods. âEddie. Our kids know each other. Iâve met Wayne.âÂ
He scowls slightly beneath his bangs, confused and a little worried that he hooked up with the mother of one of the kids who was mean to Fae in school, who told the teacher when she was âtoo chattyâ or when she stood up for herself.
The words spill from you untempered, unrestrained to clear it all up. âTheyâre at dance class together. Theyâre in the same grade. Hazel and Fae are friends, EddieâŚâ
He visibly softens, drops his shoulders, and even though he still looks confused he melts even more when an involuntary nervous laugh bubbles from your chest.Â
âSeriously? No⌠Youâre Hazelâs mom?â His eyes blow wide. âFuck.âÂ
Eddie puts his head on the counter with a thunk, and youâre left with the photo of three smiling Munsons. Fae has her Dadâs eyes and hair, his impish mischief that had endeared you to the little girl. They really are alike.
âWayne was right,â he says, muffled beneath his hair before peeking at you, âYou are cute.âÂ
It makes you laugh more, though your cheeks feel like the surface of the sun.
âWayne thinks Iâm cute? HuhâŚâ
âNo. Nope,â he yelps, head flying up like a wild thing. âOh my goddd.â
You feel a little spacey as the pieces fall into place. Wayneâs nephew Ed worked at Thatcher Tyre as a mechanic, and Fae had told Hazel her Dad looked like a rockstar. She wasnât wrongâŚ
âHe was totally going to try and set us up or somethinâ.â
âHe did say Iâd finally get to meet you at the Winter PerformanceâŚâ you say, feeling fizzy-all-over as you come to terms with the shock of it all. âGuess we bet him to it.â
âTold me you were real sweet too.â Eddie smiles, his cheeks are pinker than ever.
Part of your brain berates you for hooking up with a stranger in a small town - a small town where everyone knows everyone else. But when Eddie reaches his hand out across the island and says, âGood to finally meet you, Hazelâs Mom,â with that flirty smile and his whiskey eyes, it melts away and youâre not really that sorry at all.
You take his hand, mug-warmed and adorned with silver rings.Â
âNice to meet you at last, Faeâs Dad.â
Neither of you is too embarrassed by the revelation, though you both circle back to how fucking crazy it is at least twice. Even though you still feel gooey-warm under his attention, you donât want anything to get in the way of your daughterâs friendship, of your new start in Hawkins, and feel selfish for wanting more than the taste you have already had of Eddie Munson. You both know your time together is drawing to an end, the bubble is about to burst, and a little part of you wishes that the illusion of being strangers could have lasted a little longer.Â
With your coffee consumed and your coats and boots on, Eddie takes your hand and pulls you against his body before you step outside of the door together.Â
âHey, gorgeous. One more kiss?â he asks, head tilted to the side.Â
You donât need to think about it, and take his stubbled jaw with both hands as he holds your hips. Kissing him makes all the tension roll away once more, and you hope it is enough to help him remember you as more than just some other Mom in the First Grade Parents Group Chat (which you both have muted). You have to savour it, remember his taste and touch.
Eddie is not shy about kissing you, he slides his tongue against yours and moans ever so quietly when you push your chest against his. He is also the one to slow it down, makes it sweet and tender and you would dare say romantic, even with his hands on your ass.Â
âCan I ask for one more thing?â he whispers, nudging his nose against yours.Â
Right now, you would consider giving him a kidney or a blow job if he asked nicely.Â
âMhm,â you whisper, giving nothing away just yet.Â
âCan I get your number? I wanna take you out properly,â he says, his thumbs play with the belt loop at the back of your jeans. âLike a date.â
Feeling hot all over, you try to play it cool and not nod so eagerly lest you headbutt him and leave him bloody-nosed.Â
âYeah. That would be nice, Eddie.âÂ
He watches how your teeth sink into your lip and has to kiss you once more, just because. You take his phone and add your number and name, adding a little sparkle emoji before deleting it. Then you add it again and hand it back before you can change your mind.
âCool. And, um maybe the girls could have a play date sometime? I was gonna ask for your number anyway, so yâknow. Two birds, one stone and all that. Silver linings?â Eddie does a jazz-hand-flourish thing before he shakes his head at himself and tucks his phone away. âI had a good time with you. A great time. And I know what you might be thinking, I donât want this to get between the girls either. But Iâd love to see you again.â
You are even more endeared by these glimpses of how sensible he is as well as his goofy awkwardness beneath the leather jacket and bad boy stare.
He is as gentlemanly as he had been last night, opening doors for you, though he is less handsy in the bright morning light (he does give your knee a squeeze at the stoplight). You feel safe with him as he navigates the frosty roads of Hawkins, talking about music, what concerts you had been to before becoming parents, and where to get the sparkly tutus for the Winter Performance.Â
All too soon he pulls up outside your house, spotting the red door with the handmade wreath that you had described.
âNext to Hendersonâs?â he asks, brow raised.
âYep. Do you know Claudia, or is this town just too small?â
He laughs, tilts his head against the headrest. âItâs way too small. Her son, Dustin? One of my best friends.âÂ
You tip your head forward, smiling even as your head shakes. âIâve heard so much about Dustin. Weâre having Christmas dinner with them.â
Eddie's dimpled cheeks crease even more. âDamn. Well, I canât wait to hear why you picked Hawkins of all places to move to. You can tell me on our date.â
Proud of how that flusters you, he presses a kiss to your hand and winks, âIâll text you later, sweetheart.â
You want to kiss him again, but you manage to restrain yourself, remembering the nosy neighbours on Cornwallis. Instead, you let the flickering fire inside you flirt back, hoping to fluster him too.
You place your hand high on his thigh and squeeze. âYou better, Eddie. Drive safe.â
You can feel him checking you out all over again, the weight and warmth of his gaze, as you make your way up the path to your door. Once your key is in the lock, you part ways with a wave and a wink, lingering just a moment more to watch his car peel away from the curb.Â
Left with a fluttering feeling in your tummy and warm cheeks that ache from smiling, you take a moment for yourself in your hallway.Â
It is time to go back to being Hazelâs mom. You canât wait to hear about her sleepover with Ms. Claudia and the cats, bask in her brilliance and take every hug and smooch she will offer you (or let you take for yourself). Inspired by Eddie and Faeâs breakfast date, you think of taking your girl to the diner for dinner later on, maybe watching a Christmas movie before bed.Â
In the mirror above your sideboard, hanging above the key dish and the thrifted lamp and a photo of you and Hazel in matching sunglasses, you catch sight of your smiling reflection once more, enveloped in a dreamy daze and borrowed hoodie. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and your smile becomes bigger, brighter, brimming with hope.Â
What did you think? Do we want more of these two? đ Thank you so very very much for reading! Your comments, reblogs and likes are incredibly appreciated and adored!
Whether you're celebrating or not, I am wishing you the cosiest and most wonderful holiday season filled with peace and love and every good thing you deserve â¨
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I was cleaning and reorganizing my room, but I am taking a break to watch this. Also, what is going on with the thumbnails? Since Full Moon, they are getting more and more cluttered. Less is more.
Live reaction time, sad yippee.
That moment when you realize you have a WHOLE ASS DAUGHTER!
She is so real for this. Stella's VA always slays her lines, love her performance.
My new favorite background characters!! In love with the waiter imp's design. The background characters always look better than the main/speaking characters.
Okay, Moxxie and Millie are just yapping and being horny for each other, and I am just confused. What the fuck is happening? Visual noise. The M&Ms are my least favorite canon couple. maybe I will like them when Millie gets character outside of her husband.
Me when I buy too much stuff.
The joke is: She is homophobic. Since this sinner's situation is similar to what is going on with Blitz/Stolas/Stella? Is Stella going to be reveal to be homophobic? /lhj
Yes Via, your father is horny fetishizer who is a liar. Stolas is a bad father for not caring about his daughter and her wellbeing. He only cares about Blitz and his sexual desires. If my father or mother pulled something like this, I would not talk to them again. This is straight up abandonment.
When a stan sees a negative opinion about the Hellaverse.
Finally, Stolas says what we all been thinking, HE IS FUCKING STUPID. I guess being poor help wake up Stolas' braincells.
What in the fanfic? Anyway, the guy is a cheater, but they would have to kill the kids too. This does not seem like a Murder Family situation where the whole family was sick and twisted.
You are pregnant. What in the double fanfic?
Blitz throwing the sinner out the window made me giggle. Love jokes like that. See, it is possible for this show to be funny with swearing up a storm.
I hate Andy more than Stolas. Andy deserved that shit. Stolas beating the brakes off of Andy made me laugh. Why wouldn't Stolas be cool instead of being a UWU gay man?
What in the yaoi?
Loona is like a Dragon Ball character, how many forms does she got? This is for all the middle school wolf kids. The multiple eyes look dumb though.
I no longer like men. I'm homophobic now. Helluva made me hate men. /j
YES, VIA TELL HIS ASS OFF!!!!!! GET HIS ASS!!! RIP HIM A NEW ONE!!!! On an off note, Via's lines sound weird. I'm listening to the show via a Bluetooth speaker, and it sounds likes her VA was recording her lines in a closet to something. Especially the "chance to leave" part, I do not know I would be tripping.
Anyway, there is nothing wrong with cutting out toxic family members. Stolas was too busy getting his asshole tickled by Blitz to spend time with his daughter whose life was crumbling around her. I am tired of Stolas' bitch ass crying. Shut up. You should have drowned in that bathtub.
Loona has friends!!!??? I wish that was an episode of Loona finding friends instead of cringe episodes for people who have not grown out of the fujoshi middle school phase.
This show is jumping the shark. You know the writers are running out of ideas when they make one of the characters pregnant. At least make a male character pregnant, SWITCH IT UP!
Omg, this hellhound is like me for real, I own a pair of cheery earrings. Her design is peak like the other background characters. Someone please save her from this show.
YEP! :D Blitz misses Barbie so much that she has not made an appearance since. She really hates his ass that she removed herself from the show. I hope Blitz trips, taking Stolas with him and they both die and go into a better show with better writing.
RATING TIME: 4.5/10
I had more time cleaning and reorganizing my room than watching this episode. I felt nothing watching certain parts. The only moments I cared for was the ones with Via because of the leak storyboards of this episode. It seems like nothing was changed unlike what happen to Ghostfuckers.
Will I be watching season three? Viv said that season 3 take a while to be released and it is going to be 15 episodes long.
That would be around 2026. I do not know if I want to be watching this show when I am 25 years old. The writing choices of this show are baffling. I think (do not quote me on this) but Viv said season three will focus on the Ars Goetia in an interview which sounds boring. I do not care about their rich classist society. Is Helluva going to be Bridgerton but in Hell?
I can see myself watching Hazbin when I am 25 because there are AUs that I can indulge in when the show's writing gets worse and has like 1000 plots going on, if I do not care for one, I can pay attention to another one. Helluva's main plot point is just Stolas and Blitz, and I am bored of them. I dislike both of them as characters and as a couple/
I don't care for the rest of IMP, Fizz, Ozzie, Bee, Sallie Mae, Striker, and etc and their storylines. The only character I like is Mammon and Via and they do not appear that much.
Talking about this show is a chore. I had fun watching this show back in 2022 (I'm late to the fandom) but now, it is just a chore to sit though. The main plot is boring, and the side plots are the same recycle stuff. I have more fun reading the back label of shampoo bottles than watching this show.
#helluva boss critical#helluva boss criticism#helluva boss critique#vivziepop critical#vivziepop criticism#vivziepop critique#live episode reactions
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if you could write anything with lee! curly that would be amazing!! maybe with Anya or Daisuke as a ler? no pressure of course
have a nice day!!
Why not both? đ¤ also thought I'd combine the other ask that's at the bottom đ
cheater!
Mouthwashing tickle fic
Lee: Curly Ler: Ayan and Daisuke
so tonight's board game night was going... just great, to say the least. Swansea and Jimmy had already gone to bed. not wanting to put with what they had seemingly predicted what would happen.
"i rolled a two so I moved two spots forward!" Daisuke exclaimed, his eyes locked on an annoyed looking Anya. "no! i saw you move three steps, you cheater!" Anya argued back. between the two was Curly, the poor man being stuck between the twos bickering. "guys, please..." Curly sighed. "Curly! you saw me move two spots, right?" "no! i saw you move three!" it was going to be a long night...
"guys, come on, i didn't see anyone doing anything. can't we just play... peacefully for once...?" curly asked with a nervous smile. he had been watching the two argue like this for the past half an hour since the game started. he knew it would've went like this when he agreed to play with the two...
Anya and Daisuke turned to look at Curly. "Captain! you're not even gonna defend me?" Daisuke exclaimed. "there's nothing to defend, you cheated!" Anya snapped back. Curly sighed. "anyway, its my turn..." Curly picked up the dice and rolled, he got a six, so he moved six spots forward. "oh, i won..." Curly released. a smile spreading onto his face.
"what?! that's not- how??" Daisuke sat up in disbelief. Anya also sat up in disbelief. Curly chuckled a little. "uh, i rolled a six...?" he explained. "you couldn't have! you were more that six stops away from the end!" "yeah! you couldn't have won!" the two younger crewmates argued. Curly chuckled again. "sorry Guys, maybe instead of arguing, maybe focus on getting better at the game." Curly shrugged with a little smugness in his tone.
Anya and Daisuke looked at each other, then back at the man between them. "really?" Curly blinked, thinking he had actually upset them. he opened his mouth to say something, but Anya cut him off. "you wanna know what i think?" Anya asked. "I think you cheated, don't you Daisuke?" "oh, definitely!" Curly could hear the almost playfulness in their tones.
"G-Guys, i didn't cheat!" Curly tried to explain. "you both know I-" Curly was cut off when he felt a poke on his side. the culprit? Daisuke. Curly jumped, turning to Daisuke, who ad the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Daisuke, what-" but curly was cut off yet again when Anya pounced. instantly attacking his sides. Daisuke joining in almost instantly. Curly yelped. "G-Guhuhuys! wahahit!" Curly couldn't help but giggle.
"why? this is exactly what you deserve, you cheater!" Anya exclaimed, a smug grin on her face as her blunt nails raked up and down Curly's sides. Daisuke was no better, his fingers squeezing just before Curly's hips. "Yeah, sorry cap. but she's right!" Daisuke chuckled. Curly tried to curl up on himself. but with Anya attacking from the front and Daisuke from behind, he couldn't escape.
"hey, Anya! what about here?" Daisuke spoke up. his hands instantly attacking Curly's ribs, wiggling right between them and all. Curly let out a shriek, his body twisting this way and that way to escape Daisuke's tickling fingers. "Dahahahaisuke! plehehease! wahaHAHIT-!" Anya chuckled. "sensitive captain? or should i say... cheater?" she asked with a sub grin. her own fingers now digging in just right into his sides.
Curly had lost it now, a small flush growing on his face. "STOHOHP CALLING MEHEHEHE THAHAT!" "see? he's turning red because he knows he's guilty!" Daisuke exclaimed with a sharp squeeze to Curly's ribs, making curly let out an embarrassingly loud yelp. he slid down, now laying against Daisuke slightly, trapping him. "GUHUYS, COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI DIDN'T CHEHEHEHEAT!" Curly cackled "that's something a cheater would say..." Anya retorted back.
"come on, Captain. just admit it and we'll let you go! simple!" the two stopped, Anya raising an eyebrow. "well, captain? you going to admit defeat?" she teased. Curly panted, trying to regain his Barings even though the two were yet to let him go. "noho! it's not my fault you two are so terrible at the game..!"
Curly knew he was cooked the moment those words left his lips. he watched as Anya's expression darkened, even Daisuke grew nervous. it's a look he knew all too well. without a word, Anya dug right into Curly's tummy, scribbling all over it in a flash with those long nails of hers.
Curly practically screamed. "ANYA! AHAHAHANYA!" "yeah! get him Anya!" Daisuke cheered on from behind Curly. Curly didn't try to hold back his squirming anymore. Daisuke trying to hold him. "what was it you said?" Anya asked, despite the look on her face, there was a playful undertone to her words as she continued her attack.
Curly was rolling. Daisuke wanted in on the action too, adding his own touch of hip squeezes. Curly desperately tried to push the two off him, but in his weak state he couldn't. "GUHUHUYS, PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHM SOHOHOHORRY!" "oh now you're sorry, huh?" Anya teased. both her and Daisuke wore shit eating grins.
"IHI AHAHAM! IHIHI AHAHAHAHAM!" Curly cackled. his face and ears had turned all red. even tears of laughter started to brim in his eyes. Anya saw this and finally decided to take pity on Curly, Daisuke following right after. "oh fine..." Curly panted heavily, trying to recover from that intense attack.
"you okay, Cap?" Daisuke tilted his head down at Curly. Curly sat up, running his fingers through his blonde locks. "heh... i think so, yeah... that was insane..." he panted. "and for the record, I didn't cheat..." "oh, we know." Anya piped up. Curly looked at her and blinked. "what?" "yeah, we were just messing with ya!" Daisuke chuckled.
Curly went quiet for a moment. Anya and Daisuke looked at each other. "uh, Captain?" "Curly?" Curly glared at the two, but you could see the playfulness behind his eyes. "i hope you two can run fast..." Anya and Daisuke looked at each other once more, their faces paled with realization.
Daisuke was the first to jump up and run. "Anya, run!" he squealed and ran off. Anya looked back at Curly, the blonde man smirked before pouncing. Anya squealed, just missing him. she ran off in the same direction Daisuke went. "Daisuke, wait!" "hey! get back here!" Curly ran after the two. determination in his gaze and a playful smirk on his face.
Yippee! loved writing this one too! Anya and Daisuke as a team are awesome! @estelle-skully
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Bad Days and Good Nights
Warnings: This tickle fic contains angst, hurt/comfort, family tickles, fluff, family fluff, usual siblings shenanigans and cheer up tickles. (It happens after a few years of Mariâs accident. The story itself doesnât focus on that but there are a few hints of how everything affected them). It has Lee!Kel and Ler!Hero with a quick Ler!Kel and Lee!Hero. Around 6.000 words.
Kaneneâs notes: I am once again losing myself in scenarios w siblings being good bros and cheering each other up. So!! This one is for two of my faves boyos: Kel and Hero!!! yeshhh!!!
Tbh I donât think that this is one of my best works but it still deserves its time under the spotlight. I hope you all enjoy the story!! Thank you for your attention <3
[~*~]
Today was not a good day.
Kel knew that. Deep down he was aware that his hands were more twitchy than normal, that his brain was really, really trying but all the words his teacher said simply stopped having meaning a long time ago and only felt like senseless background sounds being dropped in the room.Â
He knew that when he took a sip of his usually tasty and favorite energetic orange drink and it tasted just like always but today the citrus felt almost unbearable on his tongue. He also knew that when he remembered that he was going to meet with his basketball group after school and how that usually would have him bouncing on his feet and smiling like crazy but that today it didnât even make the bad heavy feeling on his stomach go away.
However, it was fine! That was no problem at all because everyone feels under the weather most of the time. Itâs pretty normal and all you can do is just keep going with your life, act normally and anxiously wait for the moment when all the bad feelings will just disappear, right?
It must be. After all, it really did work! Even if sometimes (more often than not) the sadness would sneak back and cling on his back like a parasite, pushing memories inside his mind and making his chest ache about the moments that he would never be able to get back to and tremble with what that could possibly mean. But that doesnât mean that the plan didnât work in the first place! Just that⌠sometimes stuff takes effort to work. And it did work. It did.Â
Most of the time.Â
Sometimes.
âŚOften enough.
Still, he just had to smile, push forward and wait for it!
The bell rang, an ear splitting tune that always made Sunny flinch and grimace (Kel wondered how he was doing) ringing all across the classes and signaling the end of the period. The boy felt a relieved sigh leave his lips, a bounce taking over his movements. See? Waiting really did work! He began shoveling all his textbooks and stray papers (eh, they would end up with wrinkles and tears but that was an inevitable fate of every piece of paper in the world), a pep on his step as he got up.
âKel, please have a little more patience and wait for me to give you your test back before dashing through the door.â
Astonished blink. The rest of the classroom suddenly came back to focus as his classmatesâ snickers filled the space. Everyone was still sitting down except for him and the girl with green strands of hair and a cool tattoo on her arm (she knew some very good shows and always carried a kind of game around. What was her name again?) folding a paper (her tests) and putting on her bag before heading to the door. His teacher looked at him with an arched eyebrow and an amused stare, lightly shaking his head when Kel chuckled and scratched the back of his head, a bit of embarrassment running hot on his face.
âSorry, teacher.â
âPatience is a virtue, but we all take some time to conquer it. I know that I didnât find mine yet.â The adult winked and went back to calling his classmates names, handing them their grades and saying one or two things that Kel couldnât really - nor wanted - listen to, still feeling a flaming kind of hotness racing through his veins.Â
(Usually it wasnât so bad. Usually he didnât mind any poke of fun. Usually he would even make one or two jokes to follow it. But today was a bad day. Today everything felt too sharp around the edges. Like just the tiniest push would make everything explode.)
It didnât take too long before the classroom cleaned and he was the last one there. It was kind of predictable when his name was called.
âHere it is, Kel.â A C+?? That is not bad at all! It wasnât any five stars grade or anything worth a celebration but it really wasnât bad.Â
âCool. Thanks, teach!â
He tried to open his bag, failing. The zip was stuck.
âYou know, Kel. I also was your brotherâs science teacher.â Kel hummed in agreement, that was the case with most of his teachers since he and Hero had very close ages, just partially listening to the words while fighting with the zip of his bag that probably got stuck with one of the crumbled papers inside it. Ick. âHenry was a very good student. He is now studying to apply for medical college, right? I hope he gets in.âÂ
Kel tried again to open and close the zip without damaging the paper inside the bag. It got stuck again. Yep. At least he tried to be gentle. Now the paper had to go down. It was its inevitable fate since the beginning of the times.
âI think you also have a great potential, Kel. The points you bring on your presentations are really good and while grading this test I canât help but feel likeâŚâ Finally! Kel managed to fully open his bag and then place the science test inside. His teacher seemed almost done talking to him anyway, which was good. He was kind of hungry.
âI expected more from you, Kel.â
Ah.
Kel froze.
That was⌠fine. Normal. Teachers, parents, people in general werenât ever very impressed at Kelâs grades. Or even happy. Or had any positive feelings about them in general.
âHehe, sorry, teach.â The words came tumbling from his mouth before he realized what he was saying. Filling the air with a halfhearted laughter before the silence could get awkward. âI will try my best on the next one!â
(He had tried his best on this one.)
Yeah. He⌠he would. Science was one of his favorite subjects. He definitely could try better. Not that what the teacher said got into him or anything. It was fine! ItâŚ
It kind of stung.
Actually, it kind of stung a lot.
He said something else to which the adult replied, but once again it felt like the words tumbling right out from his mouth had no connection with his brain. He headed to the basketball court in the park, way too much feelings cutting and bubbling deep in his soul.
Irritation had always been normal to him, like a bug nipping at the corner of his brain and flaring its wings at any small kind of frustration or mean commentary thrown in his way. Now, however, it felt different. A hot, thick and slick kind of anger numbed his hands and filled his lungs, making him want to scream or do something stupid.
Today was not a good day.
(...)
Two hours had passed. He played basketball and it helped. The concentration, the methodic throws, constant running, sounds of sneakers hitting the concrete, mindless shouts and encouragement screams were good to push his thoughts away and let the adrenaline and feelings boiling in him explode all at once and gradually slow down until only a tired kind of exhaustion clung to his frame.
Kel arrived home, sighing in relief when he discovered that both mom and dad were out, probably buying groceries and having ice cream when mom complains that dad hasn't taken her out for a date in forever and how nowadays no husband tries to be caring and romantic anymore. Kel was just glad that he doesnât have to show anyone his test to anyone right now.
His room was empty. Right. Hero was probably still out studying.
He hopes his brother remembers to take breaks and have a snack while he is there. He has been working too hard these last months.Â
(It was great to know that at least one of them was trying their best.)
Itâs nice to see him up and about again, the determined shine in his eyes subdued, but not completely erased, even if it took a too dark tunes sometimes.Â
For all that Hero was smart and caring, he often forgot the simplest things, like that he is a human with basic needs.
His bag went to somewhere on the floor as Kel threw himself on the bed with a little too much force. He was tired. And should probably take a bath if he didnât want to have a lecture about hygiene in some hours.
Oh well, sounds like a problem for future Kel, if he ever heard one.
The younger one fell into a dreamless sleep.
(âŚ)
There were fingers caressing his hair, slowly pulling him back to consciousness and unfairly stopping the heavenly petting and beginning to mess the strand as soon as Kel showed signals of opening his eyes.
âWakey wakey, Kel. Itâs time for dinner.â Heroâs voice rang in a light tune and Kel incoherently grumbled in protest, mechanically sitting on the mattress with one swift movement. Not pushing the offending hand away only because he knew that doing so would just fuel the older to try to âshow his giant brotherly loveâ further and Kel wasnât quite in the mood for that right now.
He was feeling a bit slow.Â
Better, but still slow.
Kel yawned, getting up and heading downstairs to the kitchen, missing the look Hero gave him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a slight tint of a worried something else.
The good thing about family dinners was that his mother was always more than happy to fill the silence with stories about the past, about her childhood, their childhoods or events that happened earlier on the day. His dad prodded him about his day and Kel mentioned the basketball practice before letting Hero take over with his talk about his studies and the clubs he was in. So he was free to just concentrate on chewing and thinking about what more he could do to fill the evening so he wouldnât take another hour long nap and ended up waking up full of energy in the middle of the night.Â
(Maybe he should try calling Sunny ag-)
Heading upstairs was uneventful and the shorter one stopped in front of the television in his room with a thoughtful pose. He could watch his comfort movie butâŚ
Kel shook his head and marched with determination to get the already old DVD case. Itâs been years since Hero last played the game they always did when that movie was passing on TV. He probably wouldnât even remember about it nowadays. Even if he did, he would be too busy studying to-
âIs that Cosmic Boy? Wow, itâs been a long time since I watched it!â Kel yelped, jumping in the air with how the sudden voice of his brother cut the air.
âHero! Donât sneak on me like this. I almost dropped the case.â
The older one winced apologetically. âSorry, I wasnât trying to do that.â His features, however, quickly changed to a watchful gaze that ping ponged across Kel expression and body language, trying to find any hint about the reason of the quietness that washed over him during the whole dinner. âYou are just very distracted today, Kel. Did something happen? You know you can tell me anything, right?â
Please donât be about her, please donât be about her I donât think I am ready for this yet-
Kel shook his head with force, as if he could physically throw his thoughts from his brain with just this action, a habit both of them had, although it was unclear who copied it from who.
âItâs nothing.âÂ
There was a slight pause between the words. Hero never told Kel that but this was his biggest tell during his lies. Usually he was just so used to spilling anything in full honesty that when he tried to lie he always second guessed what he was going to say.
Besides, it wasnât a âthere isnât anythingâ, but âitâs nothingâ, so he was right, there was something that was really bothering his little brother.
While Kel moved his attention back to the TV, putting the DVD on the device, Hero subtly bit his lower lip, looking at his desk filled with books and papers scattered all across the place. The usual guilt of not studying at every single available moment in his life was already beginning to chew his brain.
HoweverâŚÂ
Kel sat a few meters away from the screen, his orange basketball in hands, being clung to his chest in a shadow of a hug. He always looked so⌠small, sitting like that.
All the doubts vanished from his mind at this moment. There was just no subject or college in his world that could be more important than his brother.
He was not going to fail him again.
âI am going to get popcorn.â He smiled when Kel turned at him, pleased and surprised with the promise of a snack and company. âMom is in a good mood today so I am going to try to convince her to open the box of chocolate she is holding on for the holidays.â
âI want the one with caramelized peanuts, the orange one and the big milk chocolate candy or also the one that taste like bananas-â
âThat is dadâs favorite, there is no way for me to convince him to give it to us.â He chuckled as Kel whined as he fell on the floor, an annoyed pout blossoming in his face.
âItâs always dad's favorite. I wanted to try it.â
âThat is the thing about favorites, Kel. they usually donât change.â The younger one pouted more and rolled on his side to look at the TV, giving Hero his back in a grump style. âWe can buy it the next time we go to the grocery store, you know? Just give me a reminder.â
Kel hummed, still looking at the screen, already uninterested in keeping their banter going.Â
Yep, a very special cheering up and good olâ brotherly bonding time was in order, then.
It didnât take long, just a few charms, lots of puppy eyes and promises of buying another box and a nice something before he was sitting right next to the shorter one with a big bowl of popcorn and lightly nudging the boy to a more comfortable position to eat.
The movie started. Hero couldnât lie, especially as he got older, but the film was nothing but just a simple animation with an even simpler plot too full of fond memories to be forgotten. Three friends being lost in space and finding - after years of their childhood being filled with rules, boredom and routines - a world with a colorful circus where they finally discovered what it was like truly being a kid and having fun.
When he was little, it had been one of his favorites and his love for it quickly spread to Kel, who were more than happy to weekly bother his older brother to watch it again and again, usually getting so excited about it that it was almost impossible to get him to actually watch the movie instead of just continue to jump around with his giddy energy, basically screaming the lines with the characters.
Most of the time it would take a while to get him to calm down and sit to enjoy the movie with him, especially because the little boy kept doing all the stuff to get him in his nerves.Â
The older one glanced at his brother. It was almost unnerving how quiet and⌠not-moving he was now when he looked back at those memories.
⌠What did he even do to stop Kel from causing a ruckus and actually sit down to watch the movie?
There was a game, wasnât it? How did it go, againâŚ?
Mindlessly and lost in his thoughts, Hero stretched his arm to get more popcorn, which would be a totally fine and normal move if it wasnât that movie and it wasnât for that scene getting close, which meant that Kel had his eyes glued on him and his actions, knowing very well that if his brother remembered The Game, this usually would be the moment that he would start it.
That is why such yelp left his lips when Heroâs hand got closer, nerves buzzing and body throwing himself on his side while a hint of a smile grazed his mouth.
Hero only looked at him confused.Â
âKel? What wa-â
But before he could say anything else, the circusâ showman - one of the best characters of the movie - laughed and his excited announcement filled the space, taking, just like he always did when showed on the screen, all the attention to himself:
âA ride? Of course! We can visit any planet in the Universe! The planet of the infinite tickles, the planet of snickering elbows, the planet of the hilarious beetroots!â
The rest of the sentence disappeared as suddenly Heroâs brain was filled with plenty of giggling and squirming memories.
The planet of infiniteâŚ
Oh.
Hero remembered, now.
Kel, who was busy squinting and watching his brother with suspicion, trying to discover if he was truly confused or pulling his leg, squeaked, immediately recognizing the gleam that appeared in his eyes and the predatory turn of his smirk, fastly making his limbs turn around and kicking his legs to run away.
âNonono! Hero! Think about what you're about to do!!âÂ
And Kel may be the most athletic of the two, but Hero always was good at reading his movements. While the younger one had the anticipation and stamina on his side, which made him successfully scramble away in wobbly dodges and quick jumps, the taller ran to put himself in between him and the door, knees bended and arms spread wide, ready to catch any giggling younger one that tried to pass through him in the only true way to escape from his fate.
âYou canât camp at the door! This is against the rules!â Kel jumped on his bed, spinning around to point at him accusingly.
âIs it, now?â Hero blinked in the personification of innocence.
âYeah!! It is and you know it.â
âI donât think I remember the rules very well, dear little brother of mine.â Kel groaned at the affectionate nickname and would have let himself fall on the bed and complain about how embarrassing Hero was if it wasnât for his non-laughing-safety being at stake. âWhy donât you come closer and explain them to me again?â
Kel raspberried at him, not moving a single finger in his direction.
They stared at each other.
Well, Hero internally shrugged. He tried.Â
Showtime.
âOh no!â He hugged his stomach, making a show of groaning and squirming around. âKel, I was visiting one of your favorite planets and I think something is wrong with me now.â
He had to lower his face and press it on his chest to stop the snickering that bubbled from him when Kel basically shouted that âThe planet of infinite tickles is not my favorite!!â so he wouldnât break his character
âI think I am sick.â
âNo, youâre not!â
âOwwww. I am terribly sick, Kel, I donât think I can fight it any longer.â
âHero!â Kel tried to not let his smile show on his tune too much, but he wasnât successful, especially when Hero lifted his head and grinned at him, making a tickly kind of electricity run on his spine. âThis is dumb. I am not a kid anymore. I can say that youâre lying.âÂ
âSick! So sick. SO so sick. There is nothing we can do now. I am infected with the Need-To-Tickle-Tickle-Tickle-My-Little-Brother-Immediately disease and itâs only getting stronger as the seconds tick by.â
Silence. Kel seemed stuck between laughing in disbelief and groaning at his dramatics. Yet he didnât step any closer to him.Â
âKel, you need to escape.â
âThen, get AWAY from the door.â
Hm. Maybe Hero would have to jump to plan B.
He pretended to not listen. âYou must run away and save your life. I can feel it getting stronger, making my fingers wiggle and asking for your squeaky giggles in my mind.â
As he gave a quick glance upwards, he saw Kel looking at the window with squinted eyes and a thoughtful face, considering.Â
No. Definitely not. Time for plan B.
âThere is just - urg- only one thing that can save me.â He made a show of pulling something out of his pocket. The chocolate wrapping glinted in the light. âThe forbidden banana chocolate that I got for Kel but now it will have to be used for the greater good.â
A gasp.
Kel knew it was a trap. For real, he knew it.
But he also really, really wanted to know why his dad had been obsessed with this chocolate since his early memories. Besides, Hero was distracted with his theatrics. If he tried to zig zag his way to his brother he could get it, he was sure of that. There was a reason he was feared at basketball and it wasnât only for his deathly aim, but also for how fast he could be when he really wanted.
He could do that. He definitely could do that. Just dash, grab the snack and immediately bolt back to his bed.Â
 Easy Peasy.
Hero wouldn't even notice him before it was too late.
He took a deep breath, eyes full of determination. Hero didnât move, still dangling the chocolate in the air and slowly bringing it closer to his open mouth.
One, two, three and⌠RUN!
(...)
Today is a great day, Hero thought, as he whistled and sat in front of the TV, grabbing the remote and going back to the part of the film that they lost because of all the shenanigans.Â
It was a little bit hard, but with some struggles he managed to not be hit in the face by a kick.
Today was a really good day.
âHero!!! Hero you canât do this with your own brother! Hero!!â
The sun was already setting and that let a dance of orange, yellow and red fill the room. Such beautiful and calm scenery.Â
The taller one adjusted the bundle in his arms, eyes still glued on the screen, a satisfied smile grazing his mouth.
Peace.
âWe can watch another movie! The popcorn will get cold and taste horrible and munchy and wither and then youâll have to make another bowl and- No! Hero!â
One of the older's hands was lifted, his fingers clawing the air and chasing the squirming torso with a skill and tranquility of someone who played the same game a handful of times before and would keep playing it for plenty of times more.
He attacked.
Kel squealed, laughter immediately spilling freely from his lips as the wiggly, playful hands squeezed his sides non stop, fingers spidering and teasing the skin for a few seconds before chasing the lovely high pitched snickers that always appeared when Hero wormed his hands under his torso and tickled the base of his spine, prodding and poking his way to there and going back to attack his sides every time the younger tried to wiggle away.
As the clawing hands got bored, their curious fingers began hiking the sinuous patch to his armpits - being careful to scratch on each one of his ribs in the way, of course. What kind of a brother would he be if he denied their necessary dose of tickles? - which automatically made Kel titter non stop and his arms trash and skip around, in failed attempts to push such an unfair, horrible, tickly and silly attack away.Â
However, everytime he tried to do that it was only to have the skittering fingers jumping away to dance on his belly, making his hands get out of the way and go back to clamping on his mouth to hide the traitor snorts away. This was the same technique Hero did everytime he tickled him and the fact that it still worked even after all those years only made his reactions grow stronger and giggli-er. Hero chuckled, starting, once again, the whole cycle of climbing and going back and then clawing up, up, up, getting higher every time the loop was repeated.
Uncontrollable laughter, tittering squeals, loud squeaks and high pitched yelps stumbled in the room in flocks and waves, stumbling right out of his mouth and spreading a funny kind of warmth all across his face and chest. A warmth that fought with the creeping cold that clued in his bones since the beginning of the day and scared away with a giddy, electric kind of energy the exhaustion on his moves, replacing them with kicks, wiggles and plentiful of squirms that always got him almost tumbling out of the lap and the trap he was in only for Hero to playful complain something about ârunning away from their brotherly quality timeâ and pull him right back at his previous blushy and giggly predicament.
And Kel remembered why this was one of his favorite movies. Because there wasnât any Cosmic Boy without Hero, and there wasnât any Hero without fun, without the sensation that he wasnât alone, of a hand extended in his direction and attentive eyes that found and smiled at him on his quietest days. There wasnât a Hero without the certainty that there wasnât anything in this world that he couldnât fix make it better by just being embarrassingly charming or a dork or an annoying older brother that would still try to get him to play his favorite game even if Kel was complaining about being too old and being insufferable the whole way.
So, Kel couldnât really bring himself, even between his crackles because Hero kept focusing on this horrible, awful, terrific, unfair spot right in the middle of his ribcage and nononono! That is too ticklish! Very, very ticklish!! Get away, gehet away, stohohohop- , to mind the whole playful and honestly childish attack.Â
That was when Hero got to his armpits, positioned his thumbs on the sensitive flesh and began drumming.
The resulting screeching was so loud that it made their windows shake.
Nevermind. Forget everything Kel said before, his older brother was evil and mean and this is the most horrible game to ever exist.
âOh my god, I forgot how bad your armpits were.â Heroâs chuckles evolved to wheezes as he stopped his tickle attack to try to gather himself together and not fall in peals of laughter after such a loud reaction.Â
Kel was still squirming, rolling from one side to another in an attempt to dislodge the offending hands out of his armpits and body instinctively jumping away when his own movements made the fingers graze and tickle the spot unintentionally, even if they stopped moving a few seconds ago. Yet, the knowledge that they were still there and that they could attack at any moment made tiny, buzzy shocks run across his torso and tickle his nerves and smile.Â
Tears gathered on the corner of his eyes while airy chuckles intertwined freely with his protesting squeaky, fast laughter.
âLet me gohohoho!â But, his sentences couldnât summon a single drop of true irritation or heat to fill them, especially when accompanied by such a gigantic, tittering grin and half hearted pushes. âShuhuhut up!â
âSorry, sohohorry! I swear I didnât mean to laugh.â Hero said, laughing. âBut your face was just-â
And he fell in a sea of sniggers again.
A sudden idea made Kelâs eyes sparkle and a teasy tune take over the corners of his smirk.
âYeah? Bet it wasnât as funny as this!â
And then his hands flew to Hero's sides, kneading there like there was no tomorrow.
Hero, in his turn, gasped in surprise at the feeling, his laughter getting stronger and quieter as the taller one tried to become a defensive ball, only to have his plans ruined by the younger boy laying still on his lap, his entire torso shaking with the force of his snickers and crackles.
"See? Pretty funny, huh? You can't even stop laughing!"Â
Hero shook his head, the tip of his ears getting red.
"No?" Kel began crawling his hands downwards on the sensitive flesh until⌠there it was! Hero's head shot backwards, hiccups and snorts falling freely when Kel focused on delivering pinches on the hip bones with joy. "For someone who doesn't think this is funny, I think you're laughing a lot, huh, don't you think, Hero? Huh? Huh? Don't you think that this is funnyyyy~"
With an enormous force Hero managed to pull a whole sentence between his laughter. "I-I was supposed to snrk- to be the one cheering you uP!"
"And it's working!! Look how much happy I am for WINNING this fight and obliterating you with tickles right now! Ha!" Kel shouted triumphantly, letting the hips go in order to tease the unprotected neck of his brother.
However, he miscalculated Hero's stamina, and such a mistake couldnât be left forgotten as two hands glued on his wrists with a firm grip and pulled them away. Shiny brown eyes found his.
"Oops." Suddenly, Kelâs voice got a much wobblier tune.
"W-winning the tickle fight, you say?" The way Hero's smile - even between breathless gasps and tiny hiccups - got shark-like made every siren scream in alert inside the younger's brain. "Lehehet me assist you, then."
"No! Wait!" But the other did not, in fact, wait, pulling the arms until they were pinned above his head, palms facing upwards. "Hero, I am already cheered up! I promise!"
âI donât think so, Kel.â Hero positioned one of his hands on the otherâs wrist, the tip of his fingers scratching the skin with soft and unbearable scribbles that made goosebumps run across his arms. Then, because Hero was an unfair meanie with no heart, he began walking the playful, tickly digits to the inside of his forearm. âBesides, the planet of the snickering elbows came all the way from the other side of the universe just to see you.â
âThat doesnât make sense. Planets canât get people!!â Kel tried with all his will to pull his trembling ticklish arms from their torment only to feel a series of squeaky giggles climb up his throat, obliging him to concentrate all his efforts in not combusting in a mess of titters and giggles.Â
âDo you think so? Because I think that the planet of the snickering elbows is getting closer and closer to someoneâs very ticklish and very snickery armsâŚâ
âI-I-I am nohotâ He gave up, letting the uncontrollable and high pitched snickers wash them as his squirms grew stronger with all the giddiness filling his muscles and shooting like electricity across his nerves. âTihihihihihicklish!! I am not ticklish!â
Heroâs expression got amused. âYouâre not ticklish?â
His fingers focused in teasing and dancing happily on every inch inside his elbow, blunt nails creating and senseless doodles with every scribble and a couple or two of soft pinches that never failed to make the youngerâs laughter get even higher and faster.
And still, Kel stubbornly shook his head. âIhihi am not!â
âSo, all these hilarious tickly-tickles arenât affecting you at all?â Kel just continued to shake his head vehemently, laughing and smiling like nothing else mattered in his life, wrinkles on the corner of his eyes and nose scrunched up. âNot even a little bit? A silly-billy bit? A coochie coochie coo?âÂ
Kelâs kicks were renewed, the words falling between his lips being too much lost in between titters and squeals to be understood. If this was a protest against Heroâs embarrassing teases or the fact that his fingers were slowly and carefully crawling across his upperarms to his armpits was impossible to say.
Being the good, lovely brother who cared about his little broâs wellbeing above everything else, Hero decided to keep doing both.
âGreat!â Digging under his arms, Hero had to elevate his voice so he could be heard above the hysteric crackles of Kel. âBecause the game just started. Do you know who else came to pay a visit to their favorite giggly boy? The planet of the hilarious beetrootsâŚ~â
Hands suddenly free, Kel only had a second before he felt his feet being held in a headlock. âAnd they would loooove to play This Little Pig with you again!â
And, of course, Kel should know that, in the position that he was, maybe it wouldnât be the wisest idea to provoke the tickle monster that he called brother anymore.
But, the movie was still playing in the background, and soon enough they would be getting to the middle of it, which means that they probably would have to rewind all the way back to the beginning to watch it properly. And Hero had those dangerously joyful shine in his eyes that he hadnât seen for a long time and Kel felt it would be a long time until he would be able to stop the chuckles and giggles that played run and catch in the room.
So, yeah, maybe if he stayed quiet, they would just go back to the game and soon everything would be over.
But he wasnât much of the whole âbeing a quiet guyâ now, was he?
âYohouâre sohohoho pfffft- hehe stupid!â
Heroâs smirk got wider.
And then, once again, he attacked.
(...)
âHey, Hero?â
His brother hummed from his desk, showing that he was paying attention. It was night but the younger knew his brother would still pull one or two hours of study before following his lead and going to sleep. The lights of the room were still on but that was fine, Kel never had problems to fall asleep with them anyway. Especially after such an eventful day. He could already feel his eyelids droping close as he adjusted his blanket.
âDo you think that one day I will be as good as you?â
He didnât look up, but by the sound of their old, badly lubricated office chair being moved, he knew that Hero was now staring at him.
This time, he waited in silence, not filling it with whatever word came to rest on the tip of his tongue.
Heroâs voice was soft as it floated in the night. âI think that I would be a very lucky guy⌠if someday I got to be half as cool as you.â
Kel snorted.
âStill,â he continued, âweâre both doing a good job at being just ourselves, donât you think? It wouldnât be very interesting if we just became like each other or you became like me. Your basketball group would certainly start a mutiny, and the fabric of orange joe would go bankrupt.â
âBut⌠more than anythingâ and then Kel looked up, because that was Heroâs emotional voice and he could count in the fingers of one hand the moments he got like that (most of them werenât good ones). âI would miss you a lot, Kel.âÂ
Ah.
Kel smiled and it soon evolved to a fun kind of chuckle.
âHeh. Thank you, Hero. Youâre not going to start crying over me, are you?â
âMaybe.â
âOld man.â
âOld and taller than you.~â
A calm sort of silence poured in gentle drops over them.
Kel took a deep breath.
âI got a C on my test today.â
âReally?â Heroâs frown quickly eased when he saw the conflicted gaze in his brotherâs face. âAnd how was it?â
âI tried very hard and it was biology! I love biology. And it was not even a bad grade! I could have gotten a D or even a F and failed the subject.â As quick as it came, his irritation went away, body too light and too sleepy to cling to it for too long, anyway. âI got more than half of the questions right.â
âThat is great.â Hero replied, sincerely, not having a single idea of how that only sentence washed over the younger one like a breeze of relief. âHey, when your tests are all over, we should have some ice cream to celebrate, what do you think?â
Happier, Kel could already feel the dream realm reclaiming him, so, before he fell asleep, a quick, glad answer was pushed from his mouth.
âYeah. We totally should.â
For a second, he could almost hear a fond sigh and a faint âgood nightâ.
The day hadnât started great, but Kel couldnât really deny that last sentence.
This was a good night. Indeed.
#I immeditely NEED to stop using so much italics as if I didn't had to manually re-use them everytime I copy and paste my fic on tumblr posts#Cheers to my comfort movie Cosmic Boy that is very fun (even if not very good sdfghjhgf) and has so much!! mention!! of tickling!!!#I am going to take a break from writing fanfics for some time but I am glad I could finish this one before it :DD#Lee!Kel#BECAUSE HE DESERVES MORE TICKLES AND THAT IS IT#Ticklish!Kel#Ler!Hero#Omori tickles#Omori tickling#Kanene's fic#Kanene's fanfic#I wanted to write the This Little Pig part but I felt it would get too much repetitive so just picture Kel dying <3 dfrtyukiijhgfdfg#rip rip da silly boi#I kind of feel like I could make their personalities a bit better but at least we got some silly bois being silly bois x)
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"Cuhut it out- you guys!" "Nu-uh, not until you're all perked up first! You don't want those gym challengers meetin' with an ol' mopey leader, do ya?" "Whitney's right, dear friend. No need to hide that beautiful smile of yours, alright?~"
What it takes to cheer up Johto's beloved ghost boy đťđ
#some incredibly self-indulgent fluff for my own sake SKJDFSNDFS#Morty was having one of Those days where the weight of his responsibilities as leader and expectations as someone meant to bring back Ho-Oh#-felt a little too heavy to handle (more so than usual)#luckily his best friends (and mayhaps crush of nearly an entire decade) are here to take a stand against his low mood đ¤ź#I've been having brainrot of Whitney's dynamics with these two alrighttttt they all deserve to be silly with each other#best wingman award goes to this girlie for putting up with these two's mutual pining antics for years sdkfjskjdfh#the way I see it Morty and Whitney were besties way back before they had even become leaders (with Morty being the older between them)#there were definitely rumors going around between their towns about how they're an item#when the reality is that Whitney's more focused on winning the affections of the other cute girls she hangs out with#while Morty's a repressed gay lad burdened with religious guilt SDJFHUISJDNFS /LH /LH#the second Whitney caught wind of Morty actually developing a crush on someone you just Know she was on his ass Immediately#asking about aaall the details--who he is- what he does- how he dresses- if he could even conceivably pass her standards of how a--#--fitting partner for her best friend's meant to be#to which an incredibly exasperated Morty struggles to answer because Eusine is just beyond his comprehension /affectionate#when Whitney does eventually get to meet him in person the first time she most certainly takes a jab at his fashion sense SDKJFSDFNS#BUT they do end up getting along a lot better than Morty braced for- which was a huge relief to him#it soon reaches that point where Eusine's secretly asking her for details on the things Morty likes and how to possibly impress him#all the while Morty's asking her for advice on how he could cope with his feelings when he's still unsure on whether they'd be requited#Whitney finds the whole ordeal simultaneously very funny and perhaps one of the most frustrating things imaginable SDKJFSKDNFS#enough of me yapping thouuughhhhhh I should save that for its own post đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸#pokemon tickle#gym leader morty#morty pokemon#gym leader whitney#whitney pokemon#mystery man eusine#eusine pokemon#eusine#lee!morty#ler!eusine
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when i said that mha ripped off naruto (which i said only to piss off mha stans anyway) I didn't mean to sound like i was praising naruto. it was actually more like a sigh of disappointment, a reaction to seeing that all the problems that naruto had as a show transpired trough mha too and i was tired because watching naruto was enough for me but then i realized that my problem actually is that i can no longer stand watching shonen anime and i chose not to tire myself by cringing at the repetitive tropes and cliches anymore
#demon slayer falls under the same category sadly#actually it was more a combination of these 2 that made me realize that i had enough of this genre#me judging other shonen having as reference only naruto#but look! i watched both mha and demon slayer and my personal point was proven that i would get bored by them#(with the exception of some rare moments that were really good in mha but the bad and cringe moments made me forget abt them)#like i remember crying bcs this dude who trained deku died but then i remembered that a few episodes earlier he ''punished''#one of his female students by tying her up a ledge and tickling her with a feather :|#LIKE WHY DID YOU NEED TO PUT THAT IN THE STORY? HORIKOSHI OR WHATEVER THE MANGAKA'S NAME IS#WHY YOU FELT THE NEED TO ADD THAT IN???#and then you tried to make me feel sorry for the guy too?#that was such a jiraya death moment like they were playing it a sad but all i could think abt was ''rip bozo''#not saying that other anime don't have cringe moments. even moments that i had to skip because of how gruesome they were#but they sorta make sense in the big picture of the story? but other characters experience it too not just a category of people? idk#also it's funny how pissed mha stans get for having their show insulted like#when i tell ppl that my fave anime/manga are evangelion; black lagoon#and berserk they look at me like i deserve to be put in an electric chair#like they are right but at the same time i find it funny and i rly don't care#but these guys always go bananas if you insult their fav show as if you broke the geneva convention#i'd say that it's because the majority of the fans are children but i know for a fact that they are not đ
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Bruce Wayne kisses like you're the last thread of sanity holding him to this world. He'll cradle your face in his hands, lips making long, languidly slow movements over your own. By the end of it, you're pushed against some kind of furniture and panting, while he's already leaving to pull on his cowl. It hurts to see him go, yet you know that he'll be home again to kiss you senseless until the world makes sense.
Richard Grayson kisses like he'll be dead tomorrow. Little pecks along your cheek, forehead, neckâanywhere he can get those plush lips on. He'll kiss you until you're both breathless, chests heaving and faces flushed. He'll love you until the day he dies, and he makes sure that you know that. Every day, he spends like it's his last, and every day, he makes sure to give you so many kisses, you're drowning in his love.
Jason Todd kisses like he doesn't know how. Sure, he's had a few hookups, especially during his early days as Red Hood, but he's never kissed a person like you. He loves you, it's as simple as that. With others, he is rough and fast, not knowing how to slow down and just enjoy the presence of the person beneath him. With you, all he can do is be gentle, because you're the only person who has stayed and loved him as the broken man he is.
Tim Drake kisses you like he's trying to study you. He'll nip at your neck and jaw just to see how you react, just to grin to himself as he observes the way you melt into him when his lips meet yours. He'll let his hands wander to see what makes you relax, what makes your lips stutter against his. He enjoys every interaction like you are his subject and he is the scientist. He needs to know everything. Knowledge calls for him in his blood, and you, his love, are the doorway to it.
AgedUp!Damian Wayne kisses expensively. He starts at your jaw, making soft motions towards your lips until he finally claims them with his own. His wide hands hold you in place by the waist and his dark hair tickles your skin. He'll take his time, loving on you the way you deserve. He knows just how to kiss you like he knows just how to kill a man. He kisses soft and slow, because why would he have to rush? He has his beloved in his arms, whispering his name against his lips; what more could he want?
#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne x reader#richard grayson#richard grayson x you#richard grayson x reader#dick grayson#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader#jason todd#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#tim drake#tim drake x you#tim drake x reader#damian wayne#damian wayne x you#damian wayne x reader#x reader#fluff#batfam#batfam x reader#batboys#drabble#dc comics#dc headcannon#dc robin#axstoria
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katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.
and itâs all your damn fault, so he says.
you hadnât even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.
you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.
you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.
"katsukii.."
"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.
yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.
"all i said was that-"
"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.
"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.
"it's cus youâyou fuckin'â" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)
so he does the next best thing.
"ouch !"
he bites you. the asshole.
you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.
"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.
"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.
two could play that game.
"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.
"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think youâre funny ? hah ?!"
he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.
"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.
"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."
"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.
"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.
#needed a lil pic my up after this wretched episode#sigh.#on a more positive note#biter katsuki is back !!#an in full effect baby#..woop woop !#cash is not in the mood rn#my suki#i didnt rlly know how to finish this lol#urghhsn i lub my boyfriend#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki bakugo fluff#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#katsuki x y/n#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugou drabble#another drabble we are on a roll#yay (monotone)#bakugo x female reader
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Ëâ⧠ᥣđŠ jjk men and where they like to kiss you the most
đđ starring the following pairings [separate]: gojo, geto, choso and nanami x fem!reader ďž đđ genre: tooth rooting, sickeningly sweet fluff, a teeny bit suggestive on gojo and getoâs parts if you squint đđ back: jjk m.list
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â satoru g.
he loves kissing every inch of your body, thatâs for sure. but your lips have a special place in his heart. theyâre dangerously tempting and simply divine, the way your plump lips mesh together in perfect harmony as you share a series of prolonged, intimate kisses that ends with both of you getting swollen lips sends shivers down his spine, and leaves him utterly breathless. even a small peck is more than enough to drive him crazy. you best believe that he will take every chance given to him to devour those sweet, glossy lips of yours.
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â suguru g.
something about peppering your neck with kisses just tickles something in the back of his brain, and excites him. especially when heâs holding you tightly in his embrace, both of you enjoying the intimacy of the moment as he murmurs sweet âi love yousâ into your ears. the feeling of your delicate skin against his lips as he softly nibbles on the crook of your neck while decorating it with little love bites, is a feeling he can never get enough of, itâs so heavenly and insanely addictive. he would literally do it all day if he could.
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â choso k.
he absolutely loves kissing your cheeks the most. itâs become a natural thing for him to grab your face as he cups those squishy cheeks of yours in the palms of his big hands as he smooches you tenderly. pampering you with innocent, loving kisses, he enjoys taking his sweet time giving each cheek the love it deserves. heâs simply smitten with how the skin of your cheeks feel under his lips, it sends him to heaven and back.
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â kento n.
this man is in love with the idea of kissing your forehead specially, to him itâs far more intimate and precious than any other form of kissing. he pours all his love for you into his kisses, which are always so prolonged and slow as he whispers to you the sweetest of love words. he never misses any chance to press an affectionate, loving kiss on your forehead. itâs already become a habit to him, a habit he can never stop because he never gets sick of it.
đđ taglist: @sylusdoll @ayrastv @hanaeriin @spkyssn
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x : TO LOVE, TO CHANGE: *+ďž
in which: you tell veritas you love him. he gets upset with you.
warnings: contrary to what the synopsis implies, it's fluff, i promise. 1k words, first time saying ily, slightly cranky reader, no mentions of reader's gender, dr. ratio being so in love he becomes so soppy and lovestruck. confessions.
a/n: there's a phenomenon that happens whenever i write for dr. ratio, and it's that my heart literally lunges out of my chest and begins typing at the keyboard for me. i should get it checked out. anyways, this is to preemptively celebrate his release!!
âWhy- why are you mad?â You exclaim, watching the way Veritas crosses his arms and pouts with the petulance of a child. His gaze has strayed away from your eyes, and all you can do is sit in his lap with your arms hanging at your sides, brain tirelessly racking for all the reasons that you could have angered him.
He doesnât give you any clues, displeasure brewing in his eyes instead.
âIs it because I said âI love youâ?â
The purple haired scoffs and sticks up his nose, hair bouncing with his actions whilst you jostle slightly on his legs from the quick action. As much as you love his side profile, youâd love it even more if he spoke to you about what is bothering him.
During this moment, the world stills. You think heâs genuinely mad, and Dr. Ratioâs fury-driven state is not something you should take lightly. Really, youâve seen it multiple times, and though it has never been directed at you, you hope it never will be. Which is why you sit on his lap now, tensely anticipating his response, and for the answer as to what you did wrong.Â
âI was meant to say it first,â he grumbles, losing the arrogance that fills his tone whenever he speaks, air filling with sincerity.Â
âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me. I was meant to be the one to say âI love youâ first.â
Your confusion is tangible at this point. Audible, if you will, because it rings like cicada sing. âAre you being serious?â
âDeadly.â
âYou- why, then couldnât you just have said it?â You sputter, slapping his defined deltoid, concern slowly melting into frustration. âNeed I remind you that it was me who confessed to you first as well?â
âYes, and it was positively the best day of my life.â He says that like itâs a simple fact. No sentiment, no heartfelt declaration, just another logical statement straight from a textbook of his life.
They say to be loved is to be changed, but no matter how much you love Veritas, all he knows is how to be an astronomical pain in your ass. Does he know how scared you were for his answer? You thought you did something unforgivable, or that he didnât love you enough to respond in kind, or worst of all, that he wanted nothing to do with you anymore?
However, he's acting petty because he was not the first one to say those three words? You frankly donât know why your heart beats for him as strongly as it does. In fact, you want to whack him over the head with his own codex. Â
Placing your hands firmly on his shoulders, you shuffle out of your position from his lap, planting your feet onto the ground. âOh, you are so infuriating! Pretend I never said anything, Iâm going back to my office until you-â
Not even two steps away from him and a hand clasps around your wrist to drag you back to where you started: on Dr. Ratioâs lap. His arms come to wrap around you like chains, leaving no room to wrestle him out.
âI never said you could leave. Especially not after telling me you love me,â he grumbles lowly into your collarbone, breath tickling your skin.
âIâm starting to regret it.âÂ
âCanât you at least say it again?â
âI donât want to,â you grumble, arms snaking up to rest around his shoulders. âYou donât deserve it.âÂ
âWell, thatâs a little harsh. Is this how you treat the ones you love?â
âYou havenât even said anything back,â you pinch his skin. âTalk about harsh.â
âDo you remember the first time we met?â he asks with a fond chuckle, not missing the opportunity to leave kisses in a trail along your skin, making his way up your neck. Then, when his eyes meet yours, you almost crumble in embarrassment at the memory heâs injected into your mind.Â
You push him away and raise a hand to shield your eyes from him, clearly reliving a haunting memory. âPlease donât remind me.âÂ
âYâknow, itâs not everyday someone gets to scold me and be right. If you werenât so beautiful, I wouldnât have let it slide, but itâs not everyday a gorgeous genius falls into my lap with guts to challenge me.â
âI was⌠agitated that day, so stop talking about it, please. In fact, for my sake, please just forget that moment. Completely.â
âForget about it? Completely?â The scholar asks with genuine shock lacing his tone. âI fell in love with you in that very moment, how can you expect me to stop talking about it? You rendered me a fool in love and expect me to not think about the very moment it happened? Sweetheart, it was a pivotal moment of my life!âÂ
âNot pivotal enough if you canât even say âI love you, tooâ.â
âOn the contrary, I have loved you longer. I yearned for you in wakefulness and in my dreams. I wished for you to look my way, and when you did, I never wanted your eyes to stray from me. How heartbreaking it was when they did.â His hand has snuck under your shirt now to rub circles on your skin. If he detached from you, he fears youâd slip away from him, and the worst thing you can give him is space. âDo you know how it felt chasing after you because you were the only one out of my reach? For three years, the only thing I wanted was to be yours. You made me an idiot.â
Stunned by his confession and the weight of it, you let him continue, sharp tongue softening. The only motivation you offer is a hand coming to cup his cheek, tucking aside his bangs so you can see his expression in its entirety.Â
His gold eyes shine when they look back up at you. For the first time, you feel like youâre seeing the parts of him that Veritas hides from everyone else.Â
âI love you.â He continues with heart wrenching devotion. âIâll continue loving you until the streams stop, the rivers freeze, and the oceans dry. With three hundred thousand, eighty-three thousand, five hundred and seventy-one discovered planets in the cosmos, that phenomenon will approximately take-â
You seal his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, cradling his jaw and swallowing his words. Like wax to fire, Veritas sinks into you, completely helpless against your affections.Â
But, oh, you love him, and nothing else in the entire universe matters.
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â âŚâ . . . â đ 𫧠SKZ WHEN THEY WANT KISSES
亍ĺ ! .°. Ýâ đ gn!reader, cw: pet name, this has been in my drafts for a while,not proofread :P
CHAN
Chan would just straight up tell you. Bud doesnât waste anytime and just goes straight to the point. âHey y/n can you please give me a kiss?â He blurted out, out of nowhere. âBut didnât youââ he cut you off by placing his lips on yours.
LEE KNOW
His lips would be puckered like a duck whenever youâre near him. But youâre too oblivious to get the hint causing him to get more needy. âCome on y/n just give me a kiss alreadyâ he whined, almost on the verge of giving up. âOh! Is that why youâve been acting like a duck??â You giggled placing a kiss on his cheeks just to tease him. âHey! Not my cheeks my lips!â He grumbled pulling you closer, placing the kiss on your lips by himself.
CHANGBIN
âCome on babe, donât you think I deserve a kiss? Iâve been the best boyfriend today. I literally did whatever you asked forâ Changbin pouted following you around the house like a lost puppy. âNo you ate my ice cream that specifically said DO NOT touch!â Your rolled your eyes as you continued to judge the channels showing on the tv. A small smile tugged the corner of your lips as you tried to avoid eye contact with Changbin. You finally gave up and pecked his lips.
HYUNJIN
âDonât forget to call me if you maybe burn the house!â You added, opening the door to leave. âAh!â Hyunjin stopped you by grabbing your arms. â???â You gave him a questioning look. âYouâre forgetting something princessâ he smirked leaning closer. âNo Iâm sure I carried everythingâ you responded with a skeptical look. âNope!â He shook his head pointing his index finger towards his lips. You sighed with a chuckle, leaning in closer to close the gap between the both of you.
HAN
Han furrowed his eyebrows as you instantly rejected his attempt to kiss you. He tackled you down to the couch licking the back of your ears causing you to squirm under him. âHannie stop it ticklesâ you giggled trying to break free from his grip. âNuh uh. Not until you give me a kissâ he added leaning over to your ear once more. âAlright, alright Iâll give you a kiss!â You gave in. Han smiled with satisfaction as he pulled away, puckering his lips towards you excepting a kiss on his lips.
FELIX
âMmm my lips are so dry right nowâ Felix pouted as he watched you apply your chapstick. âThen use thisâ you handed him your chapstick not bothering to spare him a glance. âNo I donât want your chapstickâ he pushed your hand away. âI want your lips on mineâ he smirked gently using his hand to turn your head. âWhaââ he cut you off by placing a soft and tender kiss on your lips.
SEUNGMIN
Seungmin definitely wouldnât tell you how desperately he wants your kiss. So heâll just find an excuse. âHold on y/n thereâs something on your faceâ he spoke softly tugging you closer to him. He placed one hand on your waist the other cupping your jaw as he pretend to analyze your face. With no warnings he leaned in closer pecking your lips. âYou couldâve just told me you wanted a kiss you knowâ you spoke playfully rolling your eyes.
JEONGIN
âYouâve been awfully quiet todayâ you pointed out, glancing over at your shoulders from the kitchen. âWell maybe itâs because someone didnât give me any kiss todayâ he grumbled folding his arms over his chest. âInnie what are you saying?â You raised an eyebrow at him. âWhat Iâm saying is, I want a kissâ he responded walking closer to you. âNow kiss me!â He demanded puckering his lips towards you.
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Simon Riley x Reader
Title: One or two?
Synopsis: Simon wants to know how many kids you want.
Warnings: yes... This is pregnancy themed. Again. I love pregnancy fics.
AN: I think... I think I have baby fever. Also happy 1000 notes!!! :) <3333
Maybe it's how soft and supple your skin is, maybe it's that smooth voice you mumble to him at night, or maybe it's how you wear nice fabrics, the kind that brush against his skin and he can feel his muscles relax--but Simon is hooked on you.
It all started when you saw him at a coffee shop and his jaw practically dropped at how soft you seemed. You were so polite, spoke so quiet to the barista, that he had to make sure he got your number!
So when Simon saw a man that clearly didn't deserve you hitting on you after you politely declined him, of course he came up, hot black coffee in hand, and asked if there was a problem.
And when you first fell asleep beside him? He laid his head on your chest like a small child and just closed his eyes and he felt so... Held in that moment, even though your arms weren't around him that the next day when he drove you back to your place he stopped by the jeweller and got you a perfect ring.
Now you're on the couch, feet propped up, pretty little rock on your finger and he's laying on your lap, head beside your tummy, kneading at your thigh when he finally speaks.
"'Ow many kids?" Simon asks in his gruff voice, "One or two?"
You pause, looking down with a cocked eyebrow. Your hand reaches to start running through Simon's hair and he groans, relaxing entirely, "What do you mean, Si?" You ask in the soft voice that makes his knees buckle.
Simon picks his head up to look at you, "One or two kids?" He repeats, "'Ow many do ya want? 'Onestly, if it's more than two, we'll need a bigger 'ome."
Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush, and it makes Simon grin that devilish grin. He kisses your stomach, then your thighs. You let out that cute little giggle, your thighs squishing together because it tickles.
"C'mon, dovie. Ya gonna be my missus. Ya gotta know how many kids ya want," Simon says, rubbing up and down your thigh. He starts to get up, pulling you close, curled up beside him.
You breathe out a giggle, nestling up to Simon's side, "'M not sure.. maybe two?" You offer up, before Simon throws you down onto the couch playfully and gets on top of you.
He starts to plant kisses all up your stomach, then skipping your chest to kiss up your collarbone and shoulders. He kisses up your neck to your jaw, and you're giggling the entire time, squirming.
Then, he props himself up overtop of you to look into your eyes, "One or two?" He asks again, and all you do is giggle.
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hi baby, you can make an hcs of the characters from The Boys with a Harley Quinn! readers?? With all characters including Soldier Boy
áśť đ đ° .á THE BOYS X HARLEY QUINN!READER
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looots of goofy shit, dark humour, gore, sensitive topics (abuse, toxic relationships, etc), toxicity, reader is fem!!
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Characters included (I couldn't do everyone so I just did these guys, I know yer kind missy đ´): Homelander, Black Noir (Old and New), Butcher, Soldier Boy
HOMELANDER
He's honestly so fed up with you.
Sure he loves watching you mess with people but he does not like it when YOU DO IT TO HIM!!!
"Quinn!" He'd shout for your name and you'd open the door to see him standing outside your room. You laugh when you see him covered in ketchup. One of your many pranks.
"What?? You needed the upgrade for the suit cupcake" You smiled all innocently.
That being said you LOVE pulling pranks on him.
Whether if it's putting hair dye in his shampoo or stealing his suit so he wakes up searching for it.
It's just your favourite thing to do.
There have been times he's tried to kill you due to his rage but it takes every cell in his body to stop himself because he knows that he's not able to do that.
Because why? Because he thinks you don't even deserve to be killed by him directly.
You disgust him that much.
He just wishes that you weren't such a pain in his ass.
If the pranks weren't bad enough that it had him double checking every item he uses, AKA worsening his trust issues. You've also came up with nicknames to mock his superhero status.
"If it ain't the flying dick!" You'd address his entrance to everybody the moment he walked in the meeting room.
Just imagine him suddenly stop and standing at the door like đ§ââď¸
If you wanna know more nicknames, we've got captain narcissist, america's buttplug and sperm cell.
Trust you are never sent on safely planned missions, only the ones he knows are highly dangerous in hopes of you dying...
There was this one time he sent you on a suicide mission and he was all proud of himself, but just as he thought he finally got rid of you, the elevator door slides open to reveal you, some fabrics of your clothes were ripped and there were bruises all over your body but it didn't seem to bother you.
"What's up toots?" You'd smile even though your nose was bleeding. That's when he looked down to see the head of the guy he asked for you to assassinate.
Who also happened to be one of the most protected men in the nations by the way.
Like how the fuck did you do it?
You're not even an ACTUAL supe!!
Regardless, he has his respects for you but really why WONT YOU LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE.
PLEASE STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM SO CASUALLY ITS WEIRD??!???!?
ALSO DONT PINCH HIS BUTT!!!
You once did that during a meeting and the sight of him yelping as his body jumps was unforgettable!!
You're JUST like a bee addicted to its pollen. P.S, he's the pollen.
BLACK NOIR (OLD)
He.. doesn't... understand you??
Why do you enjoy showering him with love??
You say it's in your nature but why do you always ask to be carried around the tower??
And why does he obliges each time??
Apparently how your mindset works is that you find extremely deadly things to be adorable.
In this case, he's the extremely deadly thing.
With his silent nature, you just NEEDED to get a reaction out of him.
You tried tickling him or making him sneeze but he always just stares at you in confusion.
You can't see his face but you can tell he's giving you the "What are you doing?" Face.
That's when your bright ass thought of a plan.
A dumb and reckless idea... but hey! You have suicidal tendencies so this is fine!
You'd put yourself in danger on purpose just for him to always come rescuing you. He has lost many body parts when doing so but you could care less, you would give him those heart eyes as he carried you back to Vought in bridal style...
Just for the managers to lock you up in a small prison cell to prevent you from pulling more of these stunts.
Though they were never enough to hold you back.
Naturally there would be rumours in the industry if you two were dating and you never hesitate to push those rumours even more.
Imagine for a premiere for your movie, you'd walk on the red carpet in a dress with Noir beside you, still in his signature suit.
"You're looking real good tonight, handsome. I'm liking what I see" You'd say with your arm wrapped around his. He looks at you as you winked at him seductively.
Someone save this poor boy from your endless flirting.
Jokes aside, there has been times he's seen you in your lowest, like that time you trashed your room with your makeup melted from your tears.
Apparently you got rejected from a movie role you wanted to get so badly. Which was Mario but stupid Chris fucking Pratt got it instead.
Seeing the state you were in, he'd grab you by the shoulders firmly and make you sit down, then putting a blanket around you. He'd leave the room for a couple of minutes... to come back with a bucket of ice cream for you to happily snack on as you rest your head on his shoulder.
BLACK NOIR (NEW)
"EW!! Get this mo'fuckin' bastard away from me!" Literally your words when you heard about the replacement.
Is a bit hurt by your disgust towards him??
But that just means he knows what he's doing right or wrong with this new role.
No because seriously everything he does, he would stop to watch for your reaction, most of the time you are never impressed.
Like how he killed those homelander fans to frame the starlighters. He'd hold the bat, his mask all bloody as he turned to see you, arms crossed, no reaction to his performance.
UNTIL at the end of season 4 where he began killing people within the company, that was what got you to start growing interest in his character.
Even though you're fine with him, for now, you really don't like it when he pushes things.
As in trying too hard to replace the old Black Noir. You just don't fw it đĄ
"Hey! Hey! Harley wait up!" He'd call out for you while you ignored him and decided to speed walk away. Anyways, he manages to catch up with you.
"The team wants us to attend the premiere of your next movie together.. since.... y'know... we're rumoured to be dating??" He said and you had to stop walking to put your entire energy into giving him the most NASTIEST look. The second he sees you take a deep breath, he knew it was over.
"I ain't yer GODDAMN babysitter, and don't you think that for a second that wearin' the suit makes you my damn boyfriend, alright? I ain't here to hold yer hand and coddle you. I got better things to do than listen to yer constant whining and need for attention. So knock it off, ya copy-cat!" You'd point at him before walking off, hand on your hip.
You can bet that he asks Deep for advices on how to win your heart.
BRO IS TOO INVESTED IN HIS CHARACTER đ
That's why he thinks making you fall for him is one of Noir's characteristics.
You love mysterious and threatening looking people? Okay gotcha.
You want hyenas for pets? Cha-Ching! Got it!
But seriously someone please tell him to stop before he gets his ass beat. He does not want that Brooklyn smoke.
BILLY BUTCHER
Ah great another crazy chick.
The only possibility to why you'd be apart of the boys is if someone vouched for you.
50/50 it's either Hughie or Frenchie.
Though surprisingly enough, you were the first to notice the symptoms of his virus. Like he could be fidgeting at the office and you'd point it out so casually that everybody turns to look at you in confusion.
Everybody thought you were crazy at first, it's to be expected, but the second his virus was confirmed to be lethal. Everybody has started to take you a bit more seriously.
Read carefully. A bit.
He finds your weapons fascinating though. Like how your gun has words engraved in it, your initials being the biggest. Not to mention the designs being the inspiration of poker cards.
"That must make you the clown" He once said when you whipped it out to shoot someone. You smile mischievously at his remark.
"Oh you'd better watch your tongue before I make you the punchline of my next joke!"
He likes you.
ONLY if you don't fuck anything up.
Sure you guys do argue a lot but theres also strange moments of understanding between you two.
There was this one time he found you alone in the office, your legs placed on the table and you were literally downing a bottle of alcohol. It was when he came closer that he noticed the bruises on your body.
"What the hell happened to you?" He said and you sniffed as you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes.
"Oh, I'm just peachy, tough guy... Can't you see I'm having a little cry-fest over here after a lover's spat with my oh-so-darling ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he just looooves to use me as his personal punchin' bag, y'know? But don't worry 'bout me. I'll be back to my ol' crazy self in no time. Just need a minute to let the tears dry and the bruises heal"
For the rest of the night he'd stay to talk about how shitty both your lives are. You guys actually BOND over your past traumas.
The booze just making the conversation ever more fun.
Will go out of his way to take you to places for shopping or eating at a restaurant to make you feel better.
After understanding you better, he realised you're just a once normal person who became a psychotic sociopath after whatever the supes did to wrong you.
He may not show it to you but he really cares about you and would not hesitate to protect you despite how much he says he wish you'd just fuck off.
SOLDIER BOY
You have to be some kind of masochist right??
He says the most disrespectful shit to you and you just squeal in excitement from it.
It's starting to weird him out.
Everything he does or say, you love to mock him, like he could be giving orders and you'd be at the back using your hands to mimic his talking like a puppet as you mouthed along and made faces.
But he has to say, he finds your insanity amusing. Because deep down, he sees a tiny bit of himself in you.
He calls you Looney Tunes. Why exactly? Nobody knows its for his own entertainment.
He's into older women but that doesn't stop you from flirting with him. He finds your efforts interesting.
"You're a tough nut to crack, Soldier Boy, but I'll get you to crack a smile eventually" You'd say and it'll be enough to have him grinning at you.
"You gonna tickle me?" He'd say, returning the same energy.
But that doesn't mean he's interested in you, he's just toying with you.
AND YOU KNOW IT. But apparently red flags just look like a go flag to you đ¤ˇââď¸
Despite that, if any other guy did the things he did to you, he would be fast to knock out the fucker. That's because he knows you value loyalty and he does too.
Everything aside, he really appreciates it when at the end where everybody turned against him you stayed by his side. Just imagine him driving the car while you're in the passenger seat singing your heart out to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.
He'd simply shake his head with a smile on his face.
But the more relationship develops, he'd actually start to show you his softer side. Not soft side. Soft-er side.
Will literally lecture you into standing up more for yourself and stop being a doormat for every man in your life.
How ironic huh?
"You might act all tough and macho, but I see that big, marshmallow heart under there, sweetheart" You'd boop him on the nose that has him rolling his eyes with a smirk.
"You already said that. Are you a broken record or just dim?" He said.
If you stay obedient and don't push the wrong buttons, he might just keep you around.
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I have a great many ideas about the sillies buzzing in my head at all times buT I've been thinking about the mischief of Wei Wuxian, certified talisman genius, could create with the creation of tickle talismans for a While
First things first, there's the question of when in the timeline he'd create them, either before the Cloud Recesses lecture era, or later in his second life, after the plot concludes (both have their merits but for the sake of making all my hcs make sense I'm choosing to go with the first scenario, in which Wei Wuxian, as the Yunmeng Jiang head disciple always keeps a few of his pre-prepared tickle talismans in his sleeve, ready at a moments notice. Sometimes he wonders if ordering his shidis to catch him off-guard as training for both of them maybe wasn't his brightest idea, but he and his martial brothers are in to deep to stop now. They have Jiang Yanli tallying wins and everything!)
So consider, if you will, Wei Wuxian as a guest disciple in the Cloud Recesses, getting caught by Lan Wangji that night on the rooftops with his Emperor's Smile. And as is to be expected they fight. And yes, they are quite evenly matched and could go on and on with just their swords, but Wei Wuxian is a filthy little cheater and he's proud of it too. Rules exist to be broken, the Second Jade of Lan's composure exists to be cracked, it's as easy as that.
And so, he draws one of his tickle talismans out of his sleeve, quick as a snake, and throws it at Lan Wangji. He really did expect him to dodge, all his shidis would have. Everyone knows he likes to fight dirty, except, it seems, Lan Wangji. (Who for his part is quietly seething that not only did Wei Wuxian break curfew, and the rules about alcohol and fighting in Cloud Recesses, but now he's also broken the universal rules of a clean duel by sword! Unheard of! Absolutely shameless!!).
The talisman attaches to Lan Wangji's chest since the move is so unexpected that he didn't even think to dodge it, too focused on Suibian's blade, and both of them stop to gape at it. Lan Wangji because how dare Wei Wuxian use talismans in their sword duel, and Wei Wuxian because: What the fuck why didn't he dodge?? He genuinely did not expect that move to work, not on someone as skilled as Lan Wangji!
In the few milliseconds he takes to debate whether he should snatch it away or let it be, curious to see if the impeccably polished Second Jade could even be affected by such petty tricks, the talisman burns up and releases the magic stored within. Oops, too late now, Wei Wuxian guesses.
And then he watches as Lan Wangji's righteously incredulous microexpression give way to open shock, and then panic, and then shutters in embarrassment. It's dark, but Wei Wuxian's golden core is well developed so he can still see the tips of Lan Wangji's ears growing red, followed by a pink tint stealing over his cheeks and washing down his neck. Wei Wuxian knows from unfortunate experience (the first and last time he'd ever let Jiang Cheng get his hands on one of these talismans), that by now the tingly feelings it evokes have traveled to the spots the magic identifies as most sensitive, all the better to get his victim to forfeit.
Indeed, Lan Wangji looks to be struggling. Anyone else would have collapsed to the floor (or well, rooftop) by now, squirming and laughing their head off, but Lan Wangji is still holding on tight to the last threads of his composure, however futile the attempt. Wei Wuxian can hear the little huffs and barely audible whines he can't hold back, and knows that it's only a matter of time before Lan Wangji, too, will crumble under the influence of his talisman.
With anyone else, he would have jumped at the opportunity to tease until they begged him to shut up through peals of laughter. And it's not that he doesn't want to hear Lan Wangji laughing and trying to scold him uselessly all throughout, but Wei Wuxian just can't seem to open his mouth. He's too busy staring as the world's most beautiful man loses his composure at Wei Wuxian's proverbial hands, shaking now, hair doing nothing to cover his bright red ears as he slowly sinks to his knees on the roof, Bichen long forgotten hanging loosely in his grip.
And then, and then! He looks up at Wei Wuxian, cheeks pink and mouth twitching, biting his lip and shooting him the most flustered, baleful glare he's ever seen, like the moonlight isn't reflecting on the tears of mirth in his eyes and making him look ethereal and... and then he closes his eyes in defeat and his lips stretch into the most brilliant smile Wei Wuxian has ever seen... and then he curls into himself and starts laughing quietly, the embarrassed undertone clearly audible.
The sight of his smile makes Wei Wuxian dizzy, and he doesn't know why. All of sudden he knows that he needs to get away, that he can't take the picture of Lan Wangji falling to pieces beneath the moonlight if he doesn't want to go insane. There's absolutely nothing on his mind except the look Lan Wangji sent him before breaking into that beautiful smile and okay yeah he needs to get away, like right now, before the way his heart is thumping in his chest makes him fall to his knees right along Lan Wangji.
He thinks he might've stuttered out a helpless direction, meant to sound teasing but coming out embarrassingly breathy, about not falling off the roof in the quarter of an incense time the talisman will take to fizzle out, before he turns tail and flees to the guest disciple quarters, Emperor's Smile forgotten on the roof.
Lan Wangji watches him go through teary eyes, before finally relinquishing the threads of control he'd clung to to keep himself from laughing loudly while in Wei Wuxian's earshot. He can feel the heat in his cheeks intensifying as he thinks of the way he'll have to confess this to Lan Xichen, so his brother can mete out punishment for Lan Wangji breaking the rule against loud laughter in the Cloud Recesses. While endlessly embarrassing, it was still better than confessing it to the elders at Minghsi Pavillion. The thought makes him shudder and squeeze his eyes shut once again. No one had taken such liberties with him in more than a decade, only blurry memories of Lan Xichen smiling down at him while hiccups and giggles shake his body, so much smaller then than now, serving as proof that he'd ever even had to suffer through an indignity such as this before.
... and yet, even as he can't keep his laughter down and himself from leaning forward until he is resting his forehead against the cool roof tiles in his bid to make the horribly ticklish sensations just a little more bearable, he can't help but think about Wei Ying's wide eyed, astonished stare, and about the way he'd swayed forward subconciously, like he'd wanted to take Lan Wangji into his arms, hold him and fold his giggles into his heart.
Maybe, if this is what it takes to get Wei Ying to look at him like that, he'll bear it gladly, again and again.
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Oops got carried away an insane amount and wrote half a fic help. I have more ideas but this ask his already long enough lmao so that's it for now, i hope you'll like it!!
EVERY SINGLE ONE WAKEEEE UP AND LOOK AT THIS!!!! THE SCENARIO!!! THE CREATIVITY! THE JOY AND FUN AND SILLINESS! THE SLOWLY CRUMBLING OF BOTH LAN WANGJI AND WEI WUXIAN! THE DELIGHTFUL ENDING!!!! I DON'T THINK I CAN SURVIVE THIS!!!!!!
Tumblr is being unfair to me and I can't send reaction images but please imagine all the screaming, kicking legs, rolling on the floor, giggling, hugging my phone and slowly descend of madness that was me reaidng your ask over and over again because it!!! only!!! gets better!!!!!
I love love looooove how slowly Lan Zhan starts to lose his composture and, while he is the one wanting to giggle and laugh his heart out, Wei Wuxian is the one Almost Dying because my bro just realized he is Very Vey Gay AND!!!! DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ABOUT THE EXCHANGE OF GAZES WHEN LAN ZHAN DECIDES TO FREE HIS GIGGLES AND LOWER A BIT OF HIS BARRIERS AAAAA <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 And Wei Wuxian wanting to fall and hold him . I don't think I will ever be able to think about anything else ever again fr fr. Juno!!! Your scenarios are everything!!
#ALSO ALSO ALSO IT WAS A DETAIL BUT I LOVE ANY MENTION OF LAN XICHEN TICKLING LAN ZHAN WHEN THEY WERE KIDS BECAUSE <3 <3 <3 3 <3 <3#SILLY SMOL TWIN JADES HAVING FUN AND BEING SILLY JUST LIKE THEY DESERVE ARE EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE#<333#<3#Watch as Lan Zhan confiscates every single one of those talismans and start using them on wwx at every single opportunity he can#and then using them even more asn ''''''punishment'''''' because loud laughter is forbidden in Cloud Recessess#rip mah bro wwx you will be missed. jiang cheng will laugh at ur funeral but nie huaisang will sing beautiful ballads in your name#Juno is precious#Kanene's askys#mdzs tickles#mdzs tickling#mdzs tickle headcanons#Ticklish!Lan Zhan#Lee!Lan Wangji#Ler!Wei wuxian#[He's too busy staring as the world's most beautiful man loses his composure at Wei Wuxian's proverbial hands] <<< that part will#live in my mind rent free for the rest of my life i hope you know
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yani's note ËË á° so considering the humongous amount of love the chan version got.. and after i got you luvies requesting me for other members' versions, guess who decided to make this into an ot8 drabble series? yes, me, clearly, i'm bad at humour, sorry. lowkey cringed with my single ass while writing this. thank you to my luv, anon, for requesting this, hope i have written it to your expectations! (âĽďšâĽ). seungmin's next ;3. so many asks, i'm gonna be posting daily, please be patient hehe. also i literally just reached 100 followers, and now i'm at 196..? this is actually crazy, i'm surprised and very grateful :(( comments, requests, asks likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! happy reading <3
the bathroom was dimly lit, a warm amber glow from the candles flickering against the soft ripples of the bathwater. hyunjin sat behind his girlfriend, his long arms wrapped securely around her waist as they sank into the warmth of the tub. steam curled lazily upward, carrying the scent of lavender bath salts that heâd carefully chosen to help her relax.
"you did so well," he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against the curve of her shoulder. his voice was soft, yet tired, warm, and filled with awe. "so beautiful, my girl."
she leaned her head back against his chest, her wet hair sticking slightly to his skin. she couldnât help but squint her eyes and make a cringed expression at the constant dialogue. âbabe, hyune, youâve said that like, ten times already.â
âbecause i mean it,â he insisted, his brows knitting together in faux seriousness. he shifted slightly, tucking her closer against him. "but clearly, my gorgeous girlfriend doesn't care and love her wonderful boyfriend enough to appreciate praises," his hands roamed lazily over her arms, tracing delicate patterns with his fingertips as he dramatically sighed, as if straight out of a shakespearean school-play. however, his gentle tone moved to a more worried one. âi shouldâve been gentler. was it too much? did i hurt you?â his voice dropped to a whisper, tinged with guilt.
she turned her head slightly, craning her neck to look at him. his dark eyes searched hers with a vulnerability that tugged at her heart. âhyunjin,â she said, her voice firm but kind, âyou didnât hurt me. i liked it.â her lips curved into a mischievous smile. âa lot, actually.â
his cheeks flushed a deep red, and he buried his face into the crook of her neck with a groan. âdonât say things like that,â he mumbled, his breath tickling her skin. âiâll combust.â
âyouâre the one who asked!â she teased, her laughter bouncing off the tiled bathroom walls.
he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, a playful pout on his pink lips. âiâm serious. i felt like i went too far. youâre precious to me, y/n. i justââ he trailed off, his voice catching slightly as his eyes softened. âi donât ever want to hurt you.â
y/n reached up to cup his face, her thumb brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbone. âlove, you were perfect,â she assured him, her tone gentle. âi promise. stop worrying, okay?â
his lips quirked into a small smile, and he turned his head to press a kiss to her palm. âokay,â he murmured. but a beat later, he was nuzzling her again, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. âstill, youâre incredible. i donât deserve you.â
âoh, stop,â she groaned, though her cheeks were pink with his relentless compliments. she reached back to poke his ribs, making him squirm and laugh. âone more, and i'm gonna leave you alone in the tub.â
hyunjin caught her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as he brought them to his lips. âpfft, as if you'd do that,â he said simply, his tone teasing but tender. âyou love me too much, plus you're liking it.â
y/n shook her head, biting back a grin. âyouâre delusional.â
âis it so wrong to be obsessed with your girlfriend?â he quipped, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her temple. his free hand moved to trace along her collarbone, his touch feather-light. âbut really,â he whispered, his tone dropping to something more intimate. âyou did so well, y/n. iâm so proud of you.â
her heart skipped a beat at his words, warmth blooming in her chest. âhyunjin,â she murmured, her voice quieter now, almost shy.
âhmm?â he tilted his head, brushing his nose against her damp hair.
âthank you,â she said softly, turning slightly to face him. âfor always making me feel loved.â
his expression melted into one of pure adoration, and he cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking over her skin. âalways,â he vowed. âyouâre everything to me.â
the moment hung between them, tender and fragile, before y/n broke it with a cheeky grin. âyou know, for someone who claims he doesnât deserve me, youâre awfully good at making me feel like a queen.â
hyunjin threw his head back with a laugh, his chest rumbling against her back. âwell, you are,â he said, pressing a quick, playful kiss to the tip of her nose. âso get used to it.â
âhey!â she squealed, laughing as he tightened his arms around her and kissed her cheek repeatedly.
the two dissolved into a fit of giggles, their laughter filling the cozy space. when they finally calmed, hyunjin rested his chin on her shoulder, his arms still securely around her. âiâm so lucky,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
âyeah, you are,â y/n teased, leaning back against him with a contented sigh.
hyunjin chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. âmy girl,â he whispered again, the words a soft promise.
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⥠Pairing: boyfriend!yunho x chubby!fem!reader x best friend!mingi
⥠Genre: smut/a lil dash of fluff
⥠Summary: When you decide to have some late night fun with your boyfriend in the kitchen, the furthest thing from your mind is that your best friend might walk in and see you but when he does you're both more than happy to have him there.
⥠Word Count: 3k-ish
⥠Warnings: Yunho gives dom vibes. Mingi's a bit shy at first. Threesome (the boys don't touch each other though). They have a real thing for your chubby body. They're overall obsessed w/ you truly. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Oral sex (f & m receiving/heavy on the f receiving). Fingering. Multiple orgasms. Nipple play. Tit sucking. Hair pulling. Nibbling. Ass slapping. Overstimulation. Cum swallowing. Cum swapping. Squirting. A lil edging. Clit slapping. I use the word "pussy" cause I'm not a "cunt" gal. Lots of bodily fluids. Pet names (baby, angel)
⥠A/N: I've been writing a lot of really thoughtful, emotional pieces lately and this...is totally not one of them. It has it's moments but really it's 3k words of filth. I'm for sure gonna do a part 2 because I feel like I can do more with this but for now enjoy your hot girl moment, babes. You deserve it.
You'll never grow tired of this sound...
Yunho slurping down your juices, his soft lips pursed around your clit. Every decadent, unpredictable stroke of his tongue makes your thighs tremble. Three long, dexterous fingers pump in and out of your core drowning you in pleasure.
Yunho had sincerely wandered into the kitchen for a midnight snack when he stumbled upon you here. Bent over in the fridge with your deliciously plush ass peeking from the bottom of your red lace panties, you instantly became the only thing his taste buds craved.
You had your hand on an ice cold bottle of water when you felt two strong hands spreading your thighs apart. âUp a little late arenât you?â he teased, stroking your slit through the barely there material. Your breath hitched, the cool air from the refrigerator the only thing to ease the heat consuming your body. âI couldnât sleep and IâmmmâI just wantedâah.â
Yunho tucked your panties to the side, sinking his middle finger into you. You were already so needy and wet, so easily turned on at the slightest bit of attention from him, that he could've never stopped there. âJust wanted what, baby?â he whispered, dropping to his knees, âTell me what you want.â It tickled when you felt his lips brush against your skin, leading a trail of kisses around the curve of your ass and down your thighs.
âYunie, I canâtâfuck, I canât thinkâ you moaned, holding onto one of the shelves to keep your legs from giving out. âAww, babyâ he smiled, slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, âYou donât have to.â
Yunho knows where your sweet spot is. How to rotate his wrist and curl his finger at the perfect angle to make your body surrender to him. He had you wrapped around his fingerâclenchingâliterally. You were dripping by the time he slipped your panties down to drink from you like the sweetest fountain. He made sure you came twice before he lifted you onto the counter and spread your aching legs open to taste you more.
Backed into a corner, one foot up on each side of the counter, youâre completely at his mercy and this is exactly where you want to be. Nibbling at your bottom lip, you stare down at him with those beautifully glossy eyes of yours.
Yunho tilts his head up to meet your gaze, fluffy dark brown hair framing his face, and itâs obvious heâs as blissed out as you are. He suckles at your clit as he pulls back just enough for you to see your sensitive bud twitching in response to him. Without warning he buries his face between your legs, humming with pleasure as he completely devours you.
You throw your head back, stars illuminating your vision. âYunie, please donât stopâ you beg, fingers tangling in his hair as he wrecks you in the best way. Just when the pressure inside of you reaches its peak, your pussy ready to turn into a waterfall, you notice a figure standing in the doorway.
Mingi? Fuck. Youâve been so swept up in the moment, blinded by lust, that you completely forgot Mingi was staying over tonight.
Itâs coming up on 4 years since you met Yunho and Mingi in a cramped club your friendâs band was playing at. The crowd that night was completely out of control. A swirling pit of drunks in desperate need of therapy. Just trying to get to the bathroom was a death wish. Yunho and Mingi didnât have to step in to protect you but they did and they have ever since.
It never occurred to you to ask why they helped you. You saw it in the way they watched you at the restaurant after, like you were some shiny new toy they had acquired. Only Mingi treated you like a collectorâs item, too delicate to take off of the shelf. He thought it better to admire you, imagine what itâd be like to play with you, but could never get the courage to do it.
Yunho, on the other hand, wasted no time taking you out of the box. Everything about you was too alluring for him to deny. His hunger for you then was as intense as it is now and he needed to indulge or heâd regret it for the rest of his life. Mingi hides it well, at least he thinks he does, but he regrets it. He wishes you knew how badly he wants you to be his in every sense of the word. Could you even fathom the things heâd do to trade places with his best friend right now?
Mingi knows that he should turn aroundâgo back to the guest room, pretend nothing ever happenedâbut heâs too hypnotized by you to do it. âHi, Mmm-Mingiâ you giggle, noticing the thick bulge in his sweatpants. Mingi follows your gaze down to a cock hard enough to split you in two. You smile at him like youâd love to see him try it. You would. âYunie,â you coo, tapping him on the back of the neck, âWe have company.â
Yunho doesnât register it at first, too intoxicated by your pussy to process anything that comes out of your mouth as coherent language. Mingiâs eyes widen and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. Heâs scared out of his mind and insanely horny, a combination of things heâs never felt before and has no clue what to do with. Yunhoâs motions slow as he deprives you of his tongue. His fingers slide out of you, soaked in your arousal.
âCompany?â he asks, rising to his feet, lips dripping wet.
You nod, pointing to Mingi, âI think we woke him up.â
Yunho lets out a low, playful chuckle, turning only halfway to greet his best friend. âFuck,â Mingi mumbles, frantically scanning the kitchen for something else to look at. âI wasnât looking! I swear! I came to grab myâŚâ Spotting the spice rack beside him, he blindly grabs the first thing he sees. âChili pepper flakes? Yeah, theyâre so good for a late night snack, you know?â
Unconvinced but amused by his attempt, Yunho turns back to face you. He lures you into a kiss, sharing with you the delightfulness of your taste. He rests the back of his hand against your core, knuckles grazing your clit just enough to keep you on edge. âCan I share?â he asks between the feverish clashing of your tongues. âMmmhmmâ you gasp, your back arching at the return of his touch. Yunho shakes his head, hands riding your curves up to where your nipples poke through your shirt.
He takes your supple breast into his hand, massaging it as he rolls your nipple between his fingertips. âBaby, that wonât do. I need to hear you say it this time. Tell me what you want.â You tilt your head to the side, taking in the tall, handsome blonde watching you. âYou can share me, Yunieâ you whisper, breath tickling the side of his neck, âI want it.â He pinches your nipple, locking his other arm around your waist, âAah, good girl. That wasnât so hard was it? Now hold onto me.â
You do as youâre told and cling to him in time to be lifted from the smooth marble counter. Yunho kisses you once more as he spins you around. A dizzying transition that ends in you draped across the kitchen table. âAre you joining or are you just gonna watch?â Yunho asks Mingi, too distracted with the cute squishy belly poking from the bottom your shirt to actually face him.
Mingi can hear his heart thumping its way out of his chest. He has to be hearing things. âOh, Iâyou canât beâare you sâŚâ he stutters, squeezing the life out of that poor bottle of chili pepper flakes. Yunho nibbles at your exposed belly before turning to confront the confusion on Mingiâs face, âSerious? Yes. Iâm serious. I know youâve always wanted her soâŚcome get her.â
Mingi hesitates, still unsure if itâs a trick or not. The chance that Yunho will murder him if he actually tries seems higher than this not being a fever dream. Shifting to get more comfortable on the table, you hold your hand out to Mingi, your body calling to him like a siren beckons sailors to their doom. Itâs enough to make him drop everything, to abandon all these years of pretending.
Mingi carefully makes his way over to you, taking your hand in his. Youâre beautiful at any angle but thereâs something about this oneâyou staring up at him from the filthiest position with the most innocent eyesâthat really gets him.
Itâs the perfect angle for you too, one your boyfriend knows youâve fantasized about. These two broad shouldered angels looming over you, bathing you in their admiration. âKiss meâ you whisper, palming Mingiâs cock through his thick sweatpants. Mingi grunts at the euphoric release of tension as his lips latch onto yours, his kiss ravenous and sloppy. His platinum hair falls into your face, immersing you in the crisp floral scent of his shampoo.
Yunho watches as Mingi snatches your shirt up, taking his time to enjoy how your tits bounce when they pop free. Pushing your legs back, Yunho drags his fingers between your lips to pull back the hood of your clit. He flicks his thumb up and down, smiling as you arch and wiggle beneath him. Mingi sneaks a glimpse down at Yunho, breaking the kiss to hear your moans. For the first time he doesnât have to listen through the walls, youâre making all those sinful noises right before his eyes and itâs glorious to behold.
âYouâre so cuteâ Mingi says, cupping your fluffy cheeks. âYouâahâthink so?â you ask, tucking a finger into the waist of his sweatpants. You slip your hand inside, taking as much of him into your hand as you can. Mingi pulls them down for you and you audibly gasp at the gorgeous cock that springs free. You glide up and down, circling the head with your thumb. Mingi cups one of your breasts, kneading the plush flesh as drags his tongue down to your nipple. âMmhmmâ he hums, stuffing his mouth full of you, âSo fucking cute.âÂ
You lay there breathlessâtrying to talk your trembling body down from your next orgasmâwhen you feel the throbbing head of Yunhoâs cock rub up and down your entrance. âYou ready for me, baby?â he asks, raising your legs up to balance your ankles on his shoulders. When he does it presses him into you a little bit further and you cry out, raising your hips for more. âMmmâready for you Yunie.â Yunho snaps his hips, bottoming out in one thrust that sends electricity dancing through your body.
A soft tug brings Mingi in close enough that you can turn and lick the precum leaking from the tip of his cock. âFuck, that feels so goodâ he moans, rising to push deeper into your throat. Your tongue curls on the underside of his cock, the textured roof of your mouth dragging along it as he fucks your throat.
This is what theyâve wanted since the night you met. What youâve wanted too. Itâs so satisfying, like scratching an itch you never could quite reach, to let them take you together. Their hands glide across your velvet smooth skin, exploring every inch of you. Theyâre so careful with you, matching paces to keep you comfortable. All you have to do is lay here and let them take care of youâlet them worship you.
Yunho caresses your legs, fingers digging into your hips, âI feel you clenching, baby. You close?â You know he expects an answer even if youâre currently drooling around Mingiâs cock. You give him a muffled, âYes.â But thatâs not nearly enough for either of them. Mingi grabs you by the hair, pulling out to leave your mouth painfully empty. âYour voice is too pretty not to hearâ he says, stroking your lips, âYou ready to come for us, baby? Gonna let me see how good you look coming on your boyfriendâs cock?â
âYes, Mingi. Iâm gonna câoh myâahâŚâ you whimper only for Mingi to shove himself back inside of you before you can finish speaking. Not that youâre complaining. The men exchange a brief glance, returning their attention to you with something new in mind. They move faster and harsher, struggling as much as you do to keep it together. They could both come right now from the way you pulsate your walls around Yunho or the way your throat muscles flutter around Mingi. But thereâs no question that it has to be you first.Â
Your eyelids grow heavy, the pressure bursting inside of you, and suddenly gravity doesnât exist anymore. Mingi holds your hand and Yunho rubs your belly as you squirt down his length. Yunho licks his lips at the mess you've made of his pants, the wet spot growing the more you bounce down onto him. âThatâs it, baby. Use my fucking cock, angel.â He lays his hand flat on your clit and slaps it just enough for you to feel the sharpness of the contact.
It makes you clench even tighterâthe tightest heâs ever felt youâand he canât take it anymore. He spills into you, filling you so far beyond your limit that your pussyâs gushing it back out at him before heâs even empty. Mingi plays with your nipples, pinching one and then the other, switching every time you get too used to the feeling.
Your mouth falls open, your overstimulated body beginning to go limp. You keep it open, tongue hanging out to welcome the thick ropes of come Mingi empties into your mouth. It collects in the back of your throat making your moans sound like tiny gurgles. Whatâs left leaks from the corners of your mouth and Mingi kisses you quickly, swapping the warm, salty liquid back and forth between the two of you until itâs nothing.
You stay entangled with them for an amount of time you canât really grasp, coming down together. The room slips into silence. The only sound you hear is the symphony of heavy, uneven breaths. You look around at each other, the reality of what youâve just done setting in. No one regrets it, youâd all be up for it again if one of you had it in you to ask, but itâs hard to know what to say.
You love each other more than anything. What you share is so special that youâve all done everything to keep from fucking it up. To think that this might be what does. That the next thing to come out of your mouth could destroy it all. Itâs terrifying.
Yunho clears his throat, stretching your legs for you so you donât cramp up. âCan I get you anything? A snack?â You poke your bottom lip out, contemplating your snack options, âUh, nah. Iâm okay.â Noticing your throat sounds a little dry, Mingi grabs a bottle of water from the fridgeâthe very one you had your hand on earlierâand brings it to you. He twists the cap off and raises it to your lips, âYou need to hydrate. Iâm not asking.â
âOoh, whenâd you get so bossy?â you ask, taking a sip of water, âI like it.â Mingi takes a sip for himself before passing it to Yunho who chugs down the rest. âShower?â Yunho says, swishing some water around in his cheeks. To you and Mingi it sounds like âswishwerâ. Mingi squints his eyes at him, âSwishwer?â âI think he means âshowerââ you whisper, trying to channel enough energy to sit yourself up. Yunho nods, swallowing the last few drops. âYes! That! Shower. Iâll go run the water and youâŚâ He points to Mingi and then to you, âGrab her and be careful. Sheâs expensive.â
Yunho walks off to the bathroom, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. You finally manage to sit up and swing around to face Mingi. He puts his arms around you, kissing the bridge of your nose, âDonât worry about holding on but justâŚdonât scream.â
âDonât scream? Whââ
Mingi throws you over his shoulder and you do in fact scream. âWhat are you doing to my girlfriend?â Yunho shouts from the bathroom, flipping the shower on. Mingi carries you down the hall, your feet kicking as you giggle. âSheâs fiiiineâ he sighs, rolling his eyes, âItâs not like Iâm gonna drop her.â Stepping into the bathroom Mingi pretends to trip for the fun of it.
âPut me down you psycho!â you whine, your life flashing before your eyes.
Mingi pouts, nuzzling his cheek up to your side, âI wasnât really gonna drop you. So mean.â He lowers you down, letting you hold onto his arm while you gain your footing. You go to take your shirt off, itâs barely on, but the room still feels like itâs spinning.
âI got it, baby. Come here.â Yunho pulls you over to him and helps you out of your shirt. In return you help him out of his pants, tossing them off to the side. Yunho hops into the shower and youâre back at Mingiâs side, pushing his shirt up over his head. You never break eye contact once, committing every detail of each otherâs naked bodies to memory.
You lead him into the shower and find yourself happily positioned between the two of them beneath the warm running water. Yunho cuddles you from the front and Mingi holds you from behind. The three of you fit together perfectly, like you were always meant to be like this.
Eventually youâll have to say something. Youâll have to have an honest conversation about where things go from here. But for tonight youâll stay in this moment together, letting your hearts revel in feelings your lips may never speak of again.
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