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giggly-squiggily · 2 months ago

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Out Of Touch (Cupid Parasite)

I have done it!

I had a severe need to write Lee!Allan and just general Cupid/Allan content and I finally got around to it! :D Here's some fluffy Cupid Parasite content on a Monday! :3

Possible spoilers for Allan's route down below!

Summary: Allan's always initiating touch, not that Lynette minded. She decides one day to initiate it first and learns something rather exciting about her boyfriend.

Hands came around her waist, resting against her stomach as Allan’s sultry smelling cologne filled her nose. He rested his chin against her shoulder, nuzzling it gently as he murmured sweet nothings in her ear. “Good morning to you too, Allan.”

“Hmm.” He kissed her pulsepoint, sending shivers down her spine and making her toes curl. “Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep well last night?”

“You know I always do when you’re around.” She leaned back into him as he gently rocked her, his chest warm against her back and his favorite fluffy shirt tickling her arms. “What about you? Did you sleep?”

“Nah, I was too busy admiring how cute you looked.” He kissed her again, this time on her blushing cheeks. “Besides, you and I both know I don’t need to.”

It was true- Allan was an incubus. A being who feasted off dreams and rarely needed anything else. Most nights he held her in his arms while she dozed off, but sometimes she’d wake to find him looking out the window in thought or even gone- a note saying he was taking a moment to “savor the most exquisite dream.” He always came back before dawn, apron on and ready to make whatever you desired for breakfast. Still, he worried her when he did that.

“Still- don’t wander too far off. You might get lost.” She turned in his arms, wrapping them around his waist and looking up into those ruby red eyes. “I’d have to put out missing posters- ‘Have you seen my boyfriend?’ with your face on them. Though- I don’t think any woman who finds you is gonna bring you back to me.”

Allan snickered, hugging her to him. “Even if I do get lost, I’ll always come back. No one can chain me to them but you.”

“Chain?” She felt a little deterred at such a comment.

“Willingly. Tie me up, chain me to your soul, lock me your heart and throw away the key- I’ll happily be your prisoner of love.” He winked, making her giggle and slap at him.

“Shut up! You make me sound like a warden!” At his playful grin, she scrunched her face at him, making him laugh properly. “Keep this up and you’re gonna get punished!”

“Oo, fun. What do you have in mind, my darling?” He cooed, waggling his brows. Lynette had several things in mind. She decided to go with her most devious plan yet.

“I won’t say.” She pulled back, skirting around him to get the coffee she was brewing. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

“Oh?” Allan blinked, surprised. Then he was smirking again, slowly strutting over and leaning into her once more, hands coming to her waist with new purpose. “Careful love, I’m the type who gets impatient after a while. If you don’t make the first move…” He waited until her hands were free. “I might strike.”

“Eehehehehe!” Lynette squealed when his fingers attacked her sides, forcing her back into his devious arms as she laughed and twisted within his grip. “Ahahahahhaalehehhehen!”

The coffee soon turned cold, forgotten in their antics. Not that she minded it.

~~~

That was but one incident Lynette experienced on the daily becoming Allan’s partner. She leaned into her hands in thought, reflecting on all the times he put his hands on her.

It was his love language, physical affection. Anywhere they went, he always seemed to need to touch her somehow. In public it was more subtle- holding her hand or gently touching her lower back as they window shopped and enjoyed the day. At home it was far more intimate- hugs from behind, stolen kisses, the sort.

She loved each and every one of them, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was Allan who initiated the touch. It made her start to wonder- how often did she reach out and take his hand? Pull him into her arms and spin him around to the best of her abilities? Things like that?

He never complained, and it wasn’t a big deal that she didn’t often start it, but she couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she did? If she wrapped her arms around him from behind, would she feel him shiver? Would his heart race the way hers always did within his embrace. Would he blush as red as her at a surprise kiss to the cheek?

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try it. She had to try it! Both for her curiosity and for their relationship. She could be discovering the next big thing about her demonic boyfriend!

“Get ready, Allan- cause here I come!”

~~~ An opportunity came sooner than she thought.

Returning from work one evening, she found Allan leaning against the wall nearest the window, arms crossed and expression thoughtful. He looked like this from time to time; these brief moments of melancholy that seemed to come back no matter how happy he claims he is. That was but the way his brain worked, she knew.

Half of her was hesitant to bother him, but she knew if he really wanted space, he’d be biking right now, far from the shop and their shared bed. She pushed aside her worries as she crept up on him.

Once she was in reach, she quickly wrapped her arms around him from behind.

“HAHA?!”

She expected a jump- maybe a yelp and a grunt. Perhaps for him to even hit her with that smooth voice of his, greeting her before she could even make contact. Instead- he laughed-loudly. The sound was almost enough to startle her out of her embrace, wide eyed against his stiffened back. She dared a peek, finding his neck and ears growing red.

A beat of silence. Finally, she asked. “Allan?”

“...yes?” He didn’t sound mad, rather..stunned. Embarrassed even.

“What was that?” She already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it. Her shock melted into amusement as she watched his shoulders twitch, ears bright and steaming. She knew his cheeks were likely just as red.

“I’m erm..a tad ticklish.” He confessed, looking away.

“A tad?” She barely touched him. She pressed her fingers into him experimentally.

“AHAHA!” He bursted into laughter again- the sound loud and surprised. At her devious little grin, he slumped in defeat. “Okay- more than a tad. Perhaps I’d go as far to say, alot.”

“Oo, good to know.” She pressed her cheek into his back, letting out a happy sigh as she kept her arms around him. A moment passed, then…

“You’re gonna tickle me, aren’t you?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

It was cute, the way he tried to run. Twisting in her grip, he made a dash towards the door, but she put a surprising amount of strength into her pull, sending them both tumbling into the bed. Seconds later, she had him beneath her, scratching at his sides. “Noohohoho! Dohoohon’t you dhahahare! Aheahhahahhahahha! EheHEHheheheek!”

“Oh my god, you’re so adorable!” She laughed with him, keeping her fingers in his ribs as he twisted about, his laughter a mix of screams and cackles that would likely earn them a noise complaint.

So be it.

“Aheahahhahhah! Nohohoho, nhoohohooho nohohohot thehehehehehre! Aheahhahahaha!” Allan arched and contorted when she dug into his highest ribs, earning a new set of noises that she catalogued in her brain as “Sounds she had to make Allan make again”. “LHEHEHEHYNEHEHEHEHTTE, PLEAHHAHAHSE! AHEHAHHAH DOHOOHHON’T!”

“Don’t what?” She asked, relishing his loud but beautiful laughter.

“STAHHAHAP!” “Don’t stop? If you say so!” She shoved her hands into his armpits, feeling him arch as he let out a near silent wheeze. “Wow, you must really like being tickled, huh?”

Allan could only laugh beneath her, fighting between curling up in a ball and pulling himself to freedom. In the end, he settled for the former, slapping at the bed and ending her tickly assault. When freed, he collapsed beside her, arms over his middle and tears staining his flushed cheeks. He looked rather a mess; for a moment, Lynette was sure she went overboard.

But then he reached out, prodding her in the belly and making her squeak and double over. “Thhehehere, my rehehhevenge..for nohohow.”

“Oo, scary!” She teased, laughing as she laid down beside him. She pulled him in her arms, feeling him momentarily tense for another tickle. “You can get me back later.”

“Heh…was this your punishment? The one you menti-ioned the other day?” He asked around a hiccup, making her chest squeeze with how cute it was.

“What punishment?” She had completely forgotten what she said. At his wide eyed surprise, she finally remembered. “Oh! That- yeah I was just playing.”

“Damn.” He grinned, laughing more when she rapidly poked at his side. “Ahehaha okay okay! Stop!” He caught her hands in his, scooting her closer until she was laying beneath him. From his looming position, he carefully lowered himself down until he was half on top of her; the demonic version of a human blanket. “Is this too much?”

“No, it’s perfect.” She giggled, nuzzling his shoulder. “Did you..like that?”

“Getting tickled to near death?” He asked her with a raised brow. Then he considered. “Well..I suppose I didn’t entirely hate it. Though I much rather tickle you. Your laugh is way cuter.”

“No way- yours is precious!”

“I sound like the screams of the dead.”

“You sound heavenly.” She bopped his nose. “I could listen to you laugh all day.”

“A demon with a heavenly laugh. What a joke.” Despite the harshness of his words, his tone was light and thoughtful, eyes closing as he nuzzled her neck. “Well- if you think so, I’ll believe it. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me.”

Lynette hummed, trying not to let how those words affected her show. He smiled like he knew already.

Much like her coffee before, she didn’t mind it.

Thanks for reading!

#Cupid Parasite #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #allan melville #lynette mirror #dorks in love #Allan is utterly precious your honor #so is Lynette I think they might be my favorite ship in the game #Just- YES #AHH!#squiggily writes the things

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months ago

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Just Tell Her, You Fool! (Cupid Parasite)

Heyo! Cupid Parasite has a chokehold on my heart and my GOD do I love these characters! Today I bring you a fic I wrote on a whim cause yes :3 I hope you like it!

Summary: Gill's got it bad for Lynette but struggles on actually telling her how he feels. Allen and Raul decide to help in unconventional ways.

“Wahhahait, wahahhait wahhahahahahahaihihihihihit guhuhuhuhuys!”

~~~About five minutes earlier~~~

“So- when are you gonna do it?” Allen asked out of nowhere, propped up on an elbow as he smirked in Gill’s direction. It was one of those rare evenings where he, Raul and Gil were free- thus leading to their impromptu movie nights. What started as them actively watching quickly melted into background noise as they grew to enjoy each other's company.

“Eh…do what, exactly?” Gill- who had been half watching the movie, half typing away on his phone, met Allen’s gaze with a quirked brow.

“You know. Tell her.” The dark haired man smirked more, amused as he watched the other blush scarlet. “Come on- it’s not exactly a secret you love Lynette.”

“Huh-I- what- how-” Gill stammered, wide eyed and flustered. Raul, the only one still watching the movie, quickly turned his attention to the new developments around him.

“Who’s in love?” Seeing Gill’s red cheeks and Allen’s playful gaze, he whistled. “Wow, I never thought you two would be a thing. Oh, it’s like Achilles and Patroclus! History said they were best friends, but we can clearly see-”

“Not me, you twit. Lynette.” Allen threw a pillow at him, shutting up Raul’s ramblings. “He’s in love with Lynette!”

“Not so loud! She might hear us!” Gill cried back, taking the pillow Raul discarded and hiding his face in it.

“Isn’t that a good thing? You like her- why wouldn’t you want her to know?” Raul pawed at the pillow until Gill’s eyes were visible. “Heh, you really were hit by Cupid’s arrow, huh?”

“Shush. Of course I want her to know- it’s just..it’s been 2 years! She never noticed my feelings before, and she isn’t going to notice them now.” He groaned pathetically in his pillow, laying back against the red of the sheets. “She’s just not into me, guys.”

The two grew quiet as they thought it over. Then..

“Did you ever tell her?” Allen asked, poking his arm. “Like- directly, I mean.”

“Erm..”

“Oh my god! You never told her outright!?” Raul gasped in shock. “I’m no romance guru, but even I know if you want a girl to like you, you gotta let her know your intentions! It’s like that one story in mythology with-”

“You never flat out told her? No wonder you’re the lovelorn parasite.” Allen laughed, no real malice in his voice. “That can change, you know? You just have to tell her now. Make it clear to her what your feelings are.”

“You're just saying that so you can steal her away.” Gill glared mildly at the other, irritated when Allen lifted a shoulder. “Even if I did, there's no guarantee she’ll feel the same. I’m…scared of rejection. What if she says she wants to be friends? Or tell me it’s too late? What if- what if she hates me after and tells me to leave her alone?” Tears burned behind his eyes, much to Gill’s embarrassment. “I can’t…I don’t want to face that…”

Raul and Allen shared a look over him, conversing with their eyes. Then..

“WHA!” Gill yelped when his pillow was yanked away, vision filling with Allen’s form as he threw himself on top of him. “Allen- what are you-” His hands were quickly grabbed by Raul, strong and stubborn as they were pressed into the sheets above. “What’s happening?”

“Scared, eh? Looks like we’re gonna have to help you get over that.” Allen grinned down at him, dripping with devious intent. “Right, Raul.”

“Of course! Get ready, Gill- this is for your own good!” He flexed his fingers, sending shivers of anticipation up the trapped man’s back as he realized just what was about to happen.

“Wait- waahhahahahahhahait!”

~~~Current time~~~

“Wait nothing! The longer you hold out on telling her, the sooner she’s gonna fall in love with someone else. She won’t wait for you forever, Gill.” Allen chided, fingers flying over Gill’s stomach with ease.

“Maybe not, Allen-there’s a chance! You're the Penelope to her Odysseus- in the tale, she waited 20 years for him.” Raul sighed some in romantic swoon, one hand keeping Gill’s wrist trapped as the other dug into the crevices of his neck- making him squeal. “That’s some serious dedication. Of course- you’re not going to war and there isn’t a whole array of suitors waiting for her to give in; your odds are still rather thin.”

“I knohohohohow thahahahhahat! Aheahhahaha, cohoohohme ohohohohon! Leheeheht mehehe uhuh-EHEHEH!” Fingers digging into his lower ribs made Gill all but arch off the bed- nearly sending Allen flying. “AHAHHLEHEHEHEHN!”

“Yehehehs?” The brunette mocked him with a grin, delighted by the reaction.

“DOOOHOHN’T NOOHOHOT THEHEHEHHERE!” Gill pleaded, kicking his feet against the mattress as he squirmed and thrashed beneath both of his friends. “PLEAHHAHSE!”

“Hm…alright. I suppose I can stop tickling here.” Allen did as requested, giving Gill a second to breathe. “How about…here?”

“Al- wahIIHIHIHIIHIHIIHIHT!” Gill all but cackled as one of his armpits were attacked, his laughter renewing by tenfold. “COOHOHOME OOHOHON!”

“Oo, he’s so ticklish!” Raul giggled from above, moving from his neck to the other armpit, further driving the other boy up a wall. “Coochie coochie coo! A coochie coochie coo!”

Gill could feel his soul threatening to leave his body- a death by tickles in a home that didn’t even belong to him. At least he was surrounded by good friends.

Sure- they were the ones causing his demise but like- good friends.

“Are you gonna tell her?” Allen asked, dropping his hand to his upper ribs. Still a tickle spot, but the feeling of immediate demise started to fade.

“YEHEHEHEHS!”

“Promise?” Raul asked, going back to his neck. “We’ll be asking her questions to follow through if you don’t.”

“YEHEHHS I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOHOMISE!” Gill cried back, eyes wet and cheeks bright red as he swore his word to finally confess. The tickles came to an end, leaving him to curl up and gasp for breath as Allen and Raul laughed. “Goohohd, you two are tehheehrrible.”

“Nah, we’re necessary.” Allen ruffled his hair as Raul giggled in his hands. A water bottle was pressed against his cheek at some point, the chill much needed against his warm face. Before long, he was able to sit up once more, stuck between his two friends as he nursed the icy drink. “Feel less scared now?”

“Honestly..not really.” Gill admitted, flinching when they poked his sides. “Dohon’t- I’m not done!” Raul and Allen laughed. “Ugh. What I’m saying is- I’m scared, but…I’ll go for it. I’ll tell her.” He nodded firmly to show his resolve, suddenly too scared to look at either man. “Even if she breaks my heart…I have to tell her.”

“That’a boy.” Allen patted his back. Raul cheered and ruffled his hair. Gill smiled in his drink.

He was grateful to have friends like them.

Thanks for reading!

#Cupid parasite #tickle #tickle fic #gill lovecraft #raul aconite #allan melville #dorks #they're all besties your honor #they have movie nights and everything I love them so much #fluff

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