#and yes i would apologize for no reason when getting tickled

[zorquiltk]

From the last vote, you guys made a four-way tie for second. Which means that I get tickled in all the places specified, and I can't even see it coming! You guys already broke me, and this is only the third round of tickling! There's still... an indefinite amount of rounds... left... before I'm freed... Oh no... Y-You guys wouldn't mind voting to free me early, right? O-Or at least not getting four options tied up! Even though this is really enjoyable...

Will do the three top-most voted options this time! ... Wait, hold on, I meant tw–

Top Three Options Win!

[6okuto]

AFTER BECOMING YOUR BOYFRIEND

gn!reader | bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, iwaizumi, matsukawa, kageyama, yamaguchi, sakusa

BOKUTO can't stop grinning and kissing you. his hands are stuck either cupping your face or holding your hips. he plants quick pecks to your lips and feels his heart rate pick up at your laugh. "i'm really your boyfriend," he repeats, convincing himself he isn't dreaming.

AKAASHI's entire body relaxes as he says "thank god." he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder and huffs a laugh at himself. you bring your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. “did you think i’d say no?” “i was scared you would,” he murmurs. “and i don’t think i could bring myself to try returning the gifts.”

ATSUMU excitedly changes your contact where he already put a heart next to your name to be your new title: "MY PARNTNR/BOYFIRND/GIRLFJEND" (awful spelling included and vital). he adds emojis like 😁🫂💯🔥 before taking a screenshot to send to his group chat. he won't talk about how he almost sent it to you and nearly had a heart attack.

OSAMU texts to ask “when did you know you liked me?” later that night. he bites his lip and his eyes shoot lasers into the dots that show you’re typing. an embarrassed smile appears on his face when you say “when u apologized over and over after almost hitting me with a ball the first time we met :) u were cute” because it really was a cringe-worthy introduction, but at least you both liked each other since the beginning.

IWAIZUMI can’t stop thinking of getting you a gift. thinking of giving you a gift every once in a while wasn’t unusual, but he tries really hard to get a hold of himself when he realizes he's scanning every store he walks past for something you might like. he fails, obviously, when you end up getting a gift every time you meet up for the next few weeks.

MATSUKAWA blurts out "seriously?" after you say yes. he tries to ignore how his face heats up when you tilt your head and laugh. you’re still laughing when he pulls you into him as if to hug you, only to start tickling you. he jokingly threatens, “don’t laugh at me, i’m your boyfriend,” when you yelp and hit his side.

KAGEYAMA can’t stop replaying the moment you guys officially start dating in his head, even and especially while practicing. he’s setting the ball when he thinks about how you smiled and suddenly forgets what he's doing. his face is red from being flustered and the volleyball smacking him on the forehead.

YAMAGUCHI, when he has the time, marks down the date in his calendar. butterflies flutter in his stomach as he types out "WE’RE DATING !!!!!! :)) " in the notes. it's been less than a day and he's already (over)thinking of what to do to celebrate the closest, reasonable anniversary, whenever that is. in a month, probably, he thinks.

SAKUSA’s glad he has a privacy screen protector because if anyone noticed how often he opened your chat to reread your texts he’d never live it down. there’s a small smile under his mask at your silly flirting memes, and just the thought of how your “take care of yourself!” messages are with him as your boyfriend in mind.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

I can totally see stan and his spouse trying to domestic a raccoon they randomly found

You were the living room when you heard Stan tussle with something outside after hearing something range through your trash. He was cursing up a storm for certain that you were glad that Ford had taken Dipper and Mabel out for the day for a lesson in the dangers of fae traps.

Once the tussling was over you fully expected him to come back into the shack, trusted broom in hand, complaining to you about how another blonde haired and blue eyed beautiful man was eating out of the trash cans…again; but when you moved from Stan’s recliner to greet him, you saw that not only was he in a worse state, he also wasn’t alone as hanging from his arm was a trash covered raccoon.

‘So I see you found the culprit to all that noise.’ You commented as you walked towards Stan with a smile, ‘and what a cutie they are! Oh yes you are!’ You cooed as you quickly took the raccoon from biting Stan’s arm and into your own as though you were swaddling a newborn baby, smiling down at it as the raccoon only looked back up at you with its dark eyes.

Stan, more than use to your urge to adopt and care for even the wildest of animals, walked up behind you and looked down at the raccoon over your shoulder. ‘He’s only the second cutest thing you’ve ever seen besides me, right?’ He asked and you only kissed his cheek before burrowing your head into his neck. ‘Of course you are Stanley.’ You reassured him softly before adding, ‘what shall we name this little guy?’

‘Little shit.’ Stan answered immediately but you playfully slapped his chest.

‘We can’t call him that! We have kids in the house remember!’ You chided him gently as you felt the raccoon grow restless in your arms, looking for a way to break out and escape from his weird human captors. ‘How about bandit?’ You then said and Stan stayed quiet for a bit as he mulled over the name in his head before smiling and kissing your cheek. ‘You’re a genius doll face! Bandit Pines welcome to the family!’ He exclaimed as he reached a hand down to affectionately scratch the raccoon on the stomach, only for the raccoon to chomp down on his finger, causing Stanley to let out a pained yell.

‘Ow!’

‘Bandit!’ You scolded and the raccoon immediately looked at you with wide eyes and flattened ears, ‘that’s not very nice, apologise to your father!’ You then held the raccoon up to Stan’s face. At first the raccoon didn’t do anything other stare at Stan, who was staring right back at him, but soon reached his little paws out to press against Stanley’s cheeks as Bandit sniffed and then licked his nose and forehead, making him chuckle at the tickling sensation.

‘Apology accepted little rascal.’ Stan said as he scratched Bandit behind the ear with his good hand, ‘but we should probably get Ford’s first aid kid and sort this bite out before it gets worse.’ Stan adds as he shows you his injured finger and you winced. ‘You’re right, we should get that patched up.’ You agreed though not before settling bandit down on Stan’s recliner and giving the raccoon a stern look.

‘You stay here while I take care of your father, then after I’m done it’s time we give you a bath, okay?’ You smiled but the second the raccoon was set down on the recliner, it bolted off of it and ran out of the door the second Ford had opened it, scaring him and the twins as they hide behind their Grunkle as bandit escaped into the woods nearby; You and Stan probably should’ve suspected that this would happen really but there was a reason why you were together, and seemingly adopting wild animals was your favourite pass time together when bored.

Ford sighed in exasperation as he looked at you and Stan’s still figures as you both looked back at him as though he had caught you both eating Dipper and Mabel’s summerween candy stash. ‘Again?’ He asked as you and Stan only shrugged your shoulders, thinking that what Ford had just seen was all he needed to know to get the full context of what had happened, you and Stan tried to domestic a raccoon and it didn’t work.

‘They’re wild animals for a reason, you can’t just file down their claws and fangs and not expect them to retaliate within their nature.’ Ford continues as he sent the kids up to their room to prevent them from seeing him scold their Grunkle and Great aunt/ uncle for the fourth time that week.

‘But we have waddles.’ You countered and Stan made a noise of agreement.

‘Fair point but you did just try to adopt a raccoon, you do know that right?’ Ford asked, severely questioning yours and his brother’s intellect for thinking that domesticating such a thing was even possible. You pouted. ‘He wasn’t just a raccoon, he was our son…for five minutes.’

‘I don’t like you disrespecting our son of five minutes pointdexter.’ Stan added on as he held you in his arms.

Ford couldn’t begin to comprehend anything that he was hearing and just walked out of the room in disbelief, his family was weird, but he was one to judge when he made a kissing robot in highschool for practice, full on incinerated his own face when he needs a shave, and tried to keep a three eyed crow he once found out of curiosity.

[cordeliawhohung]

Touch Me 'Till I Vomit (pet!au) [9]

pet!au part 9 | ghoap x fem!reader | tag list

apologies

cw: non-con, alcohol, threats of violence, blood, dark content dead dove do not eat

Summer nights are brutal. 

Stuffy, stagnant air hangs thick around you. Its fingers curl around the back of your neck, between your thighs, along your chest, leaving nothing but perspiration in its wake. The window is open but you’re caught in a doldrum. It’s still. No wind to tickle the leaves of the trees; it’s painfully quiet. So much so that the football game blaring on the TV seems ten times louder than normal. It shakes your eardrums, rattles them until your brain turns to mush. 

Man United is playing against Liverpool, and Simon has been cursing profanities for the last half hour as he sips on a glass of whiskey. It’s the same brand he ordered the night he hunted you in the bar. You hate that you recognize it. Spiced aroma wafts through the still air — too familiar, like a faded scar. 

You despise being around Simon more than you do Johnny these days. Of course you still dream of a day when both their blood soaks the mattress in the bedroom, fresh corpses acting as the keys to undo your bindings and set you free. But there is something rancid about Simon that grows more foul each day. His eyes are darker, mouth set firmer; he looks at you not like a toy to be played with, but a dog to be trained. One he wants to bend and snap until you’re curled up at his feet just like Johnny; mindless and unknowingly cruel. 

His sweet Johnny boy has been overly kind lately; saccharine. Sometimes, he almost seems more human than mutt, kind words lulling you into the safety of the chair in his study where you curl and hide like a feral cat. He watches you — you know he does — studying you as he commits your likeness to paper. You’ve seen the drawings. He always shows you with glee, like a child proud of their primary school art project. Elegant and lovingly, he captures your essence like you’re more flesh and blood than a rubber toy. 

You do not mind it. It’s easier for him to devour you with his eyes than with teeth and claws. 

Still, there are times where he grates your nerves. Greedy hands paw at you from your spot on the couch, mindlessly trailing over the meat of your thigh as his eyes stay locked on the screen in front of you. He’s the whole reason you’re sitting there watching this stupid game. Dragged you by the hand with boyish excitement the moment he heard the announcers. He talks about his time as a kid playing football with his cousin. Goalkeeper was his favorite position, which has been reflected in him poking fun at Liverpool’s inability at blocking shots.

You attempt to get the name of his cousin, but he stays silent. You suspect he might not even remember. 

“Bleedin’ christ,” Johnny curses, fingers squeezing your upper thigh. “How’d ye miss that one?” 

Another failed save by Liverpool. Simon grunts in satisfaction, reveling in his home team's success so far. You tried not to care about the game. Thought that disconnecting yourself from the situation would make it easier on yourself. Instead, you find the game a nice distraction to Johnny’s aimless wandering of your body. You watch the dancing feet maneuvering tricky shots and passes. Annoyed, twisted facial expressions as things don’t go the players way. 

Though, as usual, it only gets worse. 

He stretches, arm leaving your knee in favor of wrapping around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. Warmth radiates off of him like a space heater, and you find yourself grimacing at the sweat that coats your side at the mere contact of him, but it’s nothing compared to the way his hand now paws at your chest. It’s aimless; uncoordinated. You try to ignore the intrusion as his other hand joins in, mindlessly squeezing between your thighs. 

One lesson you’ve learned well is that no matter how much you pray, it always gets worse. Testosterone rises high in Johnny’s blood, and you feel the change in his body as his groping becomes more firm, as if he’s just made sense of the fresh meat in his hands. You see the flash of his blue eyes in your periphery, and you attempt to will it away. Starve an animal of attention, and it’ll get bored  — but Johnny never gets bored. 

The tip of his nose rubs against your temple, and the cheering of the crowd mixes with the harsh sound of his inhale as he breathes you in. Eyes fluttering shut, you try to keep your breath steady as he places a kiss on your cheek. It’s sweet, but barely restrained — he quickly takes more as he turns your head to face him, mouth wasting no time crashing against your lips. 

With a muffled grunt, you place your hands on his chest and push against him. You should know by now that it’s no use. Johnny only unlatches himself from you when he’s had his fill. Otherwise, he sinks his claws in deep and refuses to let go. 

“Johnny,” you mumble against his lips. He hums as if you saying his name, even obstructed, is the most mellifluous sound he’s ever heard, and he offers you reprieve from his assault on your lips. “Should… Shouldn’t we be watching the game?” 

Gentle redirection. It’s the only thing you can think to do when he’s this hungry. You might as well be offering dry kibble to a dog — why would he trade the bone in front of him for that? 

“The game?” he repeats. “Ah dinnae care about the game. Nae when a've got something so soft 'n pretty right here in front of me.” 

There’s no time to argue with him. There never is. He’s smart and quick, and he’s already got you sitting in his lap by the time you even come up with a response. Teeth knocking against yours, hands pawing at your back; he nearly growls. Gently moaning into your mouth as his fingers tear you to shreds at an excruciating pace. Shirt bunched up, breasts hitting the warm air, your nipples perk against your will as he tugs on them. He stimulates them until they’re hardened, and he chuckles. 

“Gettin’ excited for me, Bonnie?” he teases. 

You squirm. Writhe like a worm while you’re finally able to breathe without a tongue down your throat. Unwavering esurient hands continue to paw at you while your brain attempts to scrounge up words that might allow Johnny to show pity on you. Babbling, you press against his chest, legs twisting, feet flailing — you have been so good at making yourself behave. Numbing the fear in favor of your torment being swift. Yet now, some latent terror licks its unforgiving flames along your skin, burning you alive until you melt in the palm of his hands. 

“I just, uhm, wanna watch the-”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon barks. 

His words silent you with a mean yap and a violent shove of your legs. Having been so caught up in your attempted escape, you were left unaware of the way your body so disgustingly desecrated Simon’s space. As you yelp and cling to Johnny — the very creature you’re trying to flee from — Simon glares at you with so much rancor you feel the acidity of it scar before the wound is even made. 

“If you’re gonna fuck the bitch, do it on the floor,” he grumbles before pressing the tight neck of his beer bottle against his lips. 

While Johnny looks at him in disbelief, the bile boils in your stomach. Thick bubbles sting like vinegar against your vocal chords, terribly sore and overused with pitiful begging. This is the precipice you’ve been dragged towards. Nothing but sharp jagged rocks await. 

“Really?” Johnny asks. He can’t be too sure if this is real. If his dreams and wants are finally coming to fruition. “Ye mean it?”

Simon huffs. “Just stay quiet so I can watch the game.” 

But you’ve known this the whole time, haven’t you? 

Announcers drone on about the game on the screen as Johnny lays you on your back. He shucks your shirt off, then everything else, peeling you apart like sweet maize. You allow him without protest, your pacifism turning you into a victim, and it isn’t long before he’s bare and hovering over you, an incessant insect lured by the sweet aroma of fear that permeates your skin. 

The restiveness that haunts Johnny finally seems to be satiated once he’s got you like this. Ignoring the cursing gaze of your eyes, he knows that he’s finally got what he’s been wanting this whole time. He’s too insatiable to take his time. To savor the taste of you as his teeth drag along your stomach. Impatient fingers prod against your cunt and you jolt, skin rippling as muscles tense and flex. There is no arousal for him to collect, yet he grins like a jackal all the same. 

“Look at ye,” he croons. A weight settles on your abdomen, hot and needy. Your eyes flutter shut, heart tensing to the point you feel it tear in the cavern of your chest. Mistaking your disgust for adoration, Johnny slides back, pressing the tip of his cock against your reluctant hole, before blanketing your body with his once more. “So pretty. Mah sweet angel. Ah told you. Ah promised you, right? Always keep mah promises.” 

When he presses into you, you’re reminded of the papercuts you used to get as a kid. Obsessed with arts and crafts, they’d litter your fingers in little lines, like railroad tracks. Sometimes, you’d pull the severed skin apart. Watch the blood pool between shredded cells. You don’t know why you did it. 

As Johnny presses further, splitting you apart, skin searing with the burn as it stretches further than it should, you start to think you did it because it was proof you were alive. A reminder — just as it is now as he bottoms out and groans against your ear. You are alive on that hardwood floor. You are alive even as you tear, even as you’re bifurcated. 

You are alive because Simon wills it, and Johnny wants it. 

So you lie there and take it. Despite the pain. Despite how much you want to flee. It’s the only reason you continue to draw breath, even if it’s staggered with silent sobs as Johnny gives you everything he promised he would. You wonder if he can feel you dirl. 

Once Johnny finds his rhythm, the pain becomes nearly unbearable. The friction is too strong, shredding your skin off layer by layer, but if it’s uncomfortable for him he says nothing of it. Just continues to mutter praise as he pistons himself between your legs with no regard for the way your hands press against his shoulder — desperate waves against unmoving rock. 

“Johnny, please,” you choke out. Your plea is hardly heard over the announcers droning on the television. “T-That hurts.” 

He offers you little reprieve, a gentle slowing in his pace before he grunts and continues his assault like he’s already forgotten. He says something to you, but you don’t understand it. It’s the same mindless muttering he’s spewed since he’s sunk himself into you, but it’s drowned out by the audio of the game. Someone’s scored another goal — Manchester, judging by Simon’s grunt in approval — and everyone cheers. They cheer and scream and shout, smothering your attempts of mercy. 

They mock you. Players running across the field with their fists pumped high in the air, reveling in their accolades, in the love, all while you’re torn apart by a dog on the floor. Skin from bone. Sinew off muscle. It should be one of them here, ravaged by a beast. Bad things aren’t supposed to happen to you. But they do. And they continue to cheer as Johnny gets rougher, and they laugh as nails trace the curves of your body, and they enjoy their drinks and meals as the cameras zoom in — as they enjoy the show in front of them. 

Something inside of you snaps as the tip of Johnny’s cock butts against your cervix. It sends a shock throughout your body, synapses jittering, limbs flailing, throat shredding as you cry out. There is nothing you can do to control the way your arms jerk any more than you can control anything else that’s happened to you in the last few weeks. They snap violently before seizing tight against your chest, clinging close to your body as if you can comfort yourself in the midst of such violence. 

Johnny stops with a curse as something warm dribbles on your stomach, pooling just above your womb. You grimace as it adheres to your skin, sliding along as it dribbles down your hip and onto the floor. It isn’t until you get your eyes to focus that you realize it’s blood. Brilliant coccineous blood, and it’s dripping from Johnny’s nose despite the way he presses his fingers to the bridge. 

“Ah, christ…” he mutters. He slides out of you as he leans back on his haunches, ichor spewing in a haphazard mess. 

It isn’t until Simon’s feet hit the ground that you fully realize what you’ve done. Eyes widening, your hands cover your mouth as you watch him loom behind Johnny, gaze fixed on you as he takes in the bloody evidence staining your skin. 

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to,” you sputter. 

No apology reaches Simon’s ears. He stomps around Johnny, knees colliding in the floor as his fingers hook underneath your collar. It takes little effort for him to yank you up, back jumping off the floor as your hands hold onto his wrist for support. Hot breath fans across your face and the stench of alcohol has your eyes watering. Or maybe you only want to think that because you don’t want to admit you’re crying out of fear. 

“Which hand?” he asks. 

Throat growing dry, your head shakes. “What?” 

“Which fuckin’ hand did you use to hit him?” he repeats, voice cutting. Keeping his fingers firmly locked underneath your collar, he grabs your right hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. It almost feels kind, but it’s falsely saccharine. “C’mon Bonnie, need to know which hand to break.” 

Fat, hot tears seep from your eyes as Johnny groans, still trying to get his nose to stop bleeding. Simon’s head tilts as his grip grows more firm. You feel your tendons shift. Metacarpals strain underneath his strength, and you sob, snotty and pathetic as you shake your head. 

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, a broken record that can do nothing more than apologize. 

“Doesn’t answer my question. Think you can hurt my boy and get away with it? I’ll break ‘em both if I have to,” he threatens. 

“Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it was an accident! I didn’t mean to, I swear,” you babble. 

Hardly containing the enmity in his eyes, Simon pauses. His thumb continues to rub across your knuckles, relishing in the way you tremble beneath him, craving to feel the bones splinter and crack. 

“Sorry?” he repeats, voice terrifyingly void of emotion. “Sorry enough to make it up to him? Gonna lay back down like a good girl then? Gonna let him fuck ya ‘till he’s had his fill?” 

Mustering as much feigned enthusiasm as you can, you nod and it seals your fate. Contemplating for a moment, Simon stares at you before he drops your hand and drags you by your collar. You squeak as his hands twist you, contorting you until you’re on your hands and knees. The floor digs into your palms, but it gets worse as he pushes your head down where he keeps you pinned. 

“Keep that arse up,” he warns. “This is your apology, remember?” 

Penance. Apology. Punishment. You sob throughout it all after Johnny’s able to get the bleeding to stop and he continues. Blood stained hands grip your hips as he pushes himself back into you, and it hurts. That ache burrows deeper, stretching far into your stomach until you’re sapped of every breath you attempt to inhale. 

Pressure builds on the side of your head as Simon keeps you pinned, cheek squished against the floor as your tears soak into the wood. He talks Johnny through it with a low voice but you refuse to hear it. Refuse to listen to him praise his favorite dog for tearing you apart. 

He’s faster at this angle. Hits deeper. Unrelenting. Grunts and snarls echo against your back as he leans over you, lips brushing against your spine. You wish he’d bite down. Snap his jaw through your spinal cord and end the suffering they subjugate you to. 

“Ah, fuck,” Johnny groans. “A’m gonna come.” 

“Go on, then,” Simon urges. “She’s not good for anythin’ else.” 

Johnny continues for a little while longer before his hips stutter and cease. Thick seed spills into you with the vibrant pulse of his cock and your body betrays the disgusted feeling inside of you with relief. He pumps into you a few more pathetic times before holding himself inside you, refusing to waste a drop as he pants and heaves. There was nothing you could have done to outrun this. Your only reason for being here has been to satisfy this insatiable mutt, and it’s finally over with a strained grunt and gentle curse. 

It’s over for now. 

Once Johnny’s able to pull himself from the supple softness of your cunt, Simon barks at him to go wait in the bathroom so he can clean him up. The poor boy reaches for you, fingertips bruising against the crux of your ass, but you do not respond. He slinks out of the living room with careful steps, leaving you and Simon alone. The monster’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he leans down, voice low and quiet as if he’s telling you a secret. 

“If you ever hurt my boy like that again, I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body before killing you,” he growls. “You understand?” 

The muscles in your neck tense as if to nod, but he’s trained you to know better than that by now. “I understand.” 

He gives you no response or praise as he stands, towering over you like you’re nothing but a miserable insect, and he does not linger. Heavy footsteps wander off out of the living room, making way to the bathroom before the door shuts closed behind him. 

Cheering erupts on the television just as you allow your body to twist and fall sideways, giving your knees the break they so desperately need from the unforgiving ground. Bloody fingerprints stain your body as if calling you out for the hot sin you committed tonight. It crusts and chips like cheap paint. Bleary eyes focus on the screen just as confetti trickles over the football field like fat flakes of snow. Players sprint across the field, enveloping one another in hugs as camera men storm the field. 

The game is over. Man United is triumphant. Water begins to run in the bathroom. You continue to rot on the floor.

[m0llygunn]

had a cute thought: reader speaking softly to eddie as he’s asleep. reader does this occasionally and they whisper sweet nothings to eddie or tells eddie about their day (he doesn’t know this since he’s passed out) though, this time he’s pretending to be asleep. not for any reason, he just didn’t move or anything when reader entered his room and sat next to him in bed. would eddie stay pretending to be asleep as the reader whispers to him or would he surprise and embarrass them by responding? 💕

anyway it’s not much to go off of i apologize, but i hope to get ur input on it! have a good day x

this is sooooo cute!!! don't even apologize omg i love this so much! i personally think that eddie is an act first, think later kind of guy, so embarrassing you would be nothing but an afterthought; however, he'd also be intrigued to hear what you had to say and would continue pretending until you were done (or until his lovey dovey heart couldn't take it anymore hehe). then once he got his fill of sweet nothings, he'd absolutely be surprising you and littering you with kisses and his own sweet nothings! I wrote a quick little something-something inspired by this bc i love it!! but i changed your idea a teensy tiny bit (hope its okay!)

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

Eddie loves you dearly— so, so, so dearly. You know that, he knows that, and he’s pretty sure that every person in the country knows that.

He loves you so much, but he would oh-so-dearly love to go to sleep right now. 

The only issue is you’ve got what he likes to call the ‘zoomies’. Yes— like puppies get when they’re all full of energy and excitement, and just have to have everyone’s attention. You’re being silly, and giggly, and prodding at him to entertain yourself— which he loves and finds so endearing, but after a full day of work, band practice, and then doing all the chores that just won’t leave him alone, he’s wiped clean.

So when you continue giggling, making yourself laugh by doing things like squeezing his cheeks together, and playing with his hair by putting it in all different directions that you think is just so funny, he ‘falls asleep’.

At first you don’t buy it.

“Eddie, I know you’re faking,” you said, still giggly as ever. 

Eddie responded in a grumbled and sleepy ‘huh’, that had you second guessing. 

“Are you really falling asleep?” 

Eddie hummed quietly, sealing the deal. 

“No fun,” you pouted quietly, leaning into him. 

Under the weight of your shoulder pushing against his chest, he pretended to rouse the slightest bit, quietly murmuring your name, putting on the best performance of his life. You made a quiet little sound, like a sighed defeat.

He felt bad making his poor baby upset like this, all pouty and huffy, but it’s late and you should be going to sleep anyway (or maybe he’s just tired and trying to justify this one teeny tiny little white lie).

As the seconds on the clock ticked by, you seemed to accept that he was asleep. Giggly-no-more, you settle into his side, laying close to him, both of you cozied under the blankets together. Despite the warmth and calmness that now encapsulates the room, Eddie was so wrapped up in selling the idea that he was asleep that he forgot to actually fall asleep. 

Just as he had begun to nod, you placed a flat hand to his chest, stirring him back awake.

“Just keep sleeping, Eddie. Okay?” you had whispered. It was an odd tone that you used, and an even odder phrase, seeming almost like you were up to something. He kept his eyes closed as you paused, keeping your hand pressed to his chest. It felt like a trap to him, like somehow you knew he was faking. In a quick decision, he decided to stick to his guns and continue his facade. 

“Eddie?” you had said not long after, voice raising the slightest bit louder. 

With a quiet hum from your lips, he felt your hand move from his chest, fingertips gravitating upwards, brushing over his bangs, pushing them back with a gentle lightness that was almost tickle inducing.

Voice honeyed and sugary sweet, “I love you,” whispered from your lungs, making his chest squeeze. 

Your fingers brushed against his forehead again, grazing so softly down to his cheek, and he questioned whether or not he had actually fallen asleep. With the edge of your nail coasting across his chin, he decided he was still very much awake, he’s not dreaming just yet. 

Only now he was faced with a dilemma. Does he do what he so desperately wants to do? Give up his act just to kiss you? Or does he continue pretending to be asleep, keeping you blissfully unaware of how he’s deceiving you?

“Thank you for loving me,” you whispered even more quietly than before, pulling Eddie from his internal debate. “I never could have imagined finding someone who is as kind as you are.” You let out a quiet breath, gathering your thoughts. “And for you to love me… I’m the luckiest person in the world,” you continued. 

With every word, you took shallow breaths that fueled your whispers. Eddie felt his whole chest squeeze all at a once. His heart pitter-pattered happily in his chest and his lower lip threatened to jet out, revealing all of his ever-growing big emotions, but you continued, forcing him to pause and listen. 

“‘Cause you’re so nice, and funny— and I love that you let me squeeze your cheeks and poke your bum and make your bangs all messy,” you giggled softly to yourself, and Eddie was a melted puddle of a man at your side. 

He let you continue, selfishly wanting to hear more. 

“And I love that you are so good at being yourself and… I don’t know…” you trailed off. “I guess, being around you has helped me be myself too. Thank you for loving me,” you sighed. You’re starting to sound tired, no doubt getting closer and closer to the cusp of sleep, but you push forward, voice turning into the cadence of a groggy ramble. “I love you so much, Eddie, and I hope you’re having really good dreams right now because I love you and you deserve them.”

Such a powerful ability you have, to be able to reduce him to a love-stricken mess of a man. All it took were a few sweet nothings whispered in your gooey, syrupy sweet voice and he was melting. A mess of a man that suddenly had the slightest threatening sting behind his eyelids as his soul swooned for you. 

The final straw; when your lips connected to his chest in a loving, drawn out kiss, his fate was set. He couldn’t not kiss you. Without even blinking his eyes open, he was pushing himself over you just enough to press kisses wherever he could land them. 

“Eddie!” you exclaimed in true shock. He pressed kisses across your cheek and down your jaw. 

“I fucking love you,” he rasped through his tired voice. 

“You— you’re sleeping,” you huffed. “Eddie,” you drew out in a whine. 

“Thank you for loving me,” he said with all the conviction in the world. He truly was a lucky guy to get to call you his.

His kisses expand down to your neck, just dainty things, light presses of his lips that he hopes translate the way his heart soars for you. Gentle, chaste kisses, one after the other, all the way down to over your heart. He presses a matching kiss to the one you had given him, drawing it out, adding all of his love and adoration into it, just for you.

“I love you,” he promised, lifting his head to catch your gaze. A cross of embarrassment and smitten affection spans across your face, and he moves in for the kill— a kiss straight to your lips. 

“You were pretending,” you pouted, furrowing your brows at him. 

“Never,” he lied.

“You were.”

“But you’ll forgive me because you love me, right?” he smiled as big as he could, doing his best to butter you up. He watches the way your coy smile breaks and he considers it a win.

You didn’t dignify him with a response, you merely rolled your eyes before pushing yourself into his chest, cuddling close enough to hide your face and your growing smile. 

“I’m going to sleep,” you huffed against his skin. 

“I love you,” he replied proudly, both smug and happy. 

“Love you,” you mumbled back, and he swore that even if you were mad at him in the morning, it was all worth it. 

Maybe he ought to pretend to be asleep more often. 

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i hope you liked it! sorry if there were any spelling mistakes! thank you and hope you're having a good day as well! <3

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The Beast Wants to Tempt the Little Rabbit (Epilogue)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

Matias: "Don't move, or else I won't be able to get it off."

(Get off what?)

His fingers tickled my cheek for a moment before moving away.

Matias: "I finally got it."

Emma: "Was there something on me?"

Matias: "Just a hair."

Emma: "I didn't notice, thank you."

(Maybe it was his way of not interfering with my mysterious rule, just because I mentioned I have to space out once a day.)

(I really think he's a kind person. He even politely goes along with my lies.)

------------Flashback-----------

Matias: "A crime is a crime. Your excuses hold no meaning."

Matias: "If you still wish to make excuses, do so in court."

Matias: "Whatever the reason, the law is something that must never be broken."

Matias: "Criminals have no right to beg for mercy."

---------Flashback Ends--------

I became a little curious.

Emma: "Could you teach me about the law now?"

I placed my hand on the law book, and he nodded.

Matias: "Sure. As a token of my gratitude to you."

Emma: "Then, may I ask one thing?"

Emma: "Is there no leniency in Acroite's laws?"

(This has been bothering me for a while now.)

In Rhodolite, judgments often consider the circumstances of the offender.

(But judging from his attitude earlier, it seems like Acroite...)

Matias: "I can't say there's none at all."

Matias: "There used to be, but now, as a matter of principle, there isn't. Regardless of the circumstances, we uphold equality under the law."

(Just as I thought.)

Matias: "Strict laws have contributed to making Acroite the safest country on the continent."

Matias: "For example, crimes like fraud rarely occur because everyone in the country knows that the law is strict."

Emma: "Are the punishments severe as well?"

Matias: "Compared to your country, yes, they are. There's no need to show mercy to criminals."

Matias: "Everything is the fault of the guilty. This is the unshakeable foundation of justice."

(His country seems quite cold.)

While I believe that humans are creatures prone to making mistakes, his attitude suggests he doesn't even forgive those mistakes.

(Is this justice for the sake of equality?)

(My emotions might influence me, but I guess that's one way to look at it.)

I accepted his views without affirming or denying them.

Matias: "By the way, is there a specific number of minutes for your rule of spacing out?"

Emma: "It's over now! Sorry for the trouble!"

Emma: "I'll focus on your lecture from now on. Thank you in advance!"

Matias: "Leave it to me. I'll cram the law basics into you in a few hours."

By the time we left the shop, the sky had already turned red.

(I might have underestimated the lecture.)

The lecture in which he began using the book turned out to be more comprehensive than I thought.

I was able to understand everything thanks to his easy-to-understand explanations, but perhaps due to the dense content, I still felt a little dizzy.

Matias: "Sorry. I got a bit carried away."

Emma: "Please don't apologize! It was very informative."

Matias: "Well, if you say so, but I may have overdone it since you were listening so attentively."

Matias: "I often get told off by my juniors for this, but finding the right balance is tricky."

Matias: "Especially with women. Honestly, this is my first time giving a lecture to a woman."

Matias: "I'll have to imagine and practice every possible scenario when I go home."

(This is his first time giving a lecture to a woman.)

I was surprised because most of the women we passed by would look at him when he was just walking around like this.

Jin and Nokto often attract female attention, but in his case, I feel a compelling "force" akin to butterflies drawn to honey.

Emma: "Are there no women around you?"

Matias: "There are plenty. But they're all unique."

Matias: "Whether they are as pretty as butterflies or as lovely as bunnies, they all change their attitude when I approach them."

(Ah.)

Matias: "But you, on the other hand..."

Suddenly, Matias stopped in his tracks.

Matias: "Miss Emma, are you sure there's nothing wrong with you when you're with me?"

Emma: "Hmm, I don't think so."

The moment I replied, it was as if a dam had burst, and his charm overflowed, leaving me breathless with its intensity.

(He might be like this, but his presence feels like it's breaking some law.)

The overflowing charm of the most law-abiding prince, who seems to have gone to destroy order himself, is a guilty verdict in every sense.

(But he doesn't seem to be aware of it.)

Matias: "You're my only hope."

Emma: "Huh?"

He smiled warmly and clasped both of my hands.

Matias: "I thought I would never meet my ideal queen because women's attitudes often change, but..."

Matias: "If there's a woman as level-headed as you, there's still a chance."

Matias: "And someday, we'll greet the morning together, wrapped in a blanket, watching the early snow."

Emma: "Prince Matias?"

Matias: "Ahem. Anyway, you're my hope."

Matias: "I now have another reason to thank you."

(I may not fully understand everything he's dealing with, but he seems to have his own struggles.)

Emma: "I've received more than enough thanks today. I hope you find your wonderful queen."

Matias: "Yeah."

Emma: "And, Prince Matias, my house is just around the corner."

Matias: "I see. That was quicker than I thought. I guess this is it then."

Emma: "Yes. Your lecture was fun and informative. I feel like I've become a bit smarter! Thank you for today."

Matias: "That's what makes you such a lovely woman."

(That charm again.)

Dizziness washed over me as he smiled charmingly. I tried to let go of his hand, but he held on tightly, stopping me.

Matias: "Would it bother you if I said I find it hard to leave?"

Emma: "Did you say something?"

Matias: "No, it must be your imagination."

(----?)

Matias: "If there's another chance, I'll teach you anything you want to know."

Emma: "In that case, I'd like to hear about your student days next."

(I'm really curious about their student life.)

Matias: "Sure. There's no shortage of stories from our school days."

With a sudden change of demeanor, he lifted my hand and kissed the tips of my fingers.

Matias: "Until we meet again."

Matias: "Emma, I sincerely appreciate it."

Emma: "Likewise."

He reluctantly released my hand and walked away.

His beautiful figure gradually grew distant, and the gaze of the women also shifted away. 

(Matias is a kind and good person, but I wouldn't want to meet him in a courtroom.)

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Matias End ╎ Epilogue

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Could you do the mercs with an s/o who is like- almost comically short?

Oh boy wouldn’t it be a shame if this anon asked me to do a size difference nsfw headcanons one next? Wink wink.

Mercs with an S/O who’s a small menace to society

WARNING: Older bigger men bullying the ever living shit out you. (kinda hot though?)

Scout:

- Scout will not hesitate to make fun of you at every given moment. He’s a decently tall dude so he’ll manhandle you a lot. Holding you in his arms like a personal teddy bear. Overall walking around with you in his arms.

- You bite his arms when you’re bored and he flinches and goes “Ow! What are you? A fuckin’ goblin?!” (Doesn’t he know? The smaller you are, the closer you are to hell.)

- “I could probably slug you into the stratosphere y’know.” He says. You don’t want to test that theory.

- When he’s upset he’ll pick you up, go into his quarters and lay there with you in his arms. Just like the aforementioned teddy bear analogy. If you’re screeching and biting like a fucked up chihuahua that doesn’t deter him.

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Soldier:

- Keeps giving you petnames like “Boot.” “Little one.” “Rat bastard.” (Ignore that last one.) and cheesy shit like that. Treats you how a rich middle aged white woman would treat her teacup pig. You’re being strapped to his back in a baby carrier while he rocket jumps.

- Gets incredibly rough with you on purpose. He likes seeing your squeaks and angry reactions. This guy definitely has a height difference thing. Throws you at enemy lines at like mach 20 knowing full well you’ll shred them like a fucking gremlin. Or stuffs you into his rocket launcher. Pick your evil.

- Lies about you being younger in order to pay less in restaurants. He somehow gets away with this 90 percent of the time. Spy is kind of envious that he didn’t even think of that.

- “NO! WAIT! DONT SHOOT! HANGFIRE! CHILD ON BATTLEFIELD!” He raises you above his head. You’re unbelievably pissed. You’re a grown ass adult. But the enemy lines somehow hesitate which abides him time to blow everyone up. He has no reason to be this smart about your height.

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Demoman:

- The first time he saw you he burst out laughing. Really hard. Like nearly fell over and shit. He couldn’t stop laughing like actually. It took him days to even approach you properly and finally call you adorable.

- Picks you up when you can’t reach something off the top shelf and instead of helping you get it, he just sits you atop the shelf and leaves you there. They have to call either Heavy or Sniper in order to get you down.

- You take advantage of your height and perch on his shoulders like a parrot. The other mercs don’t understand why Demoman has a pet gremlin.

- “Er’ is my crotch goblin Y/N. They’re gonna bite your dick off if ye cap this point lad!” You can’t say you disagree with that.

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Engineer:

- A romantic partner whose tinier than him? Sign him the fuck up. Cradles you like a baby and kisses your head. Bounces you on his lap to soothe you. Expect a lot of sitting outside on the rocking chair at night while he rocks you in a blanket.

- You make grabby hands to him for uppies and he feels like he’s not allowed to say no. “Aww, sugarplum…” He cooes, setting down whatever he was working on and lifting you up into his arms. He might tickle your tummy if you’re fine with that :)

- Picks you up by the scruff of your uniform like a mother cat when you’re misbehaving. He will stare in amusement if you struggle.

- “Careful outside on the Badlands, darlin.. Never know when one of ‘em damn condors might be circling you.” You can’t decide if you want to kiss this man or kill him.

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Heavy:

- You’re literally so small he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or something. Always has to wiggle his way around you in the base corridors and mutter what you assume to be an apology in Russian. What you don’t know is that he’s actually cursing out the Administrator for hiring such a tiny Merc. What if you get squashed by falling debris or something?

- HE PICKS YOU UP WITH ONE HAND. YOU ARE IN HIS FUCKING FIST. YOU ARE BEING HELD LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE.

- Treats you like a fucking stress ball. scoops you up in his hands and squishes your cheeks. Lays you on his lap like a small kitten belly up. No amount of biting or awful demon noises will ever convince him to do otherwise. Chuckles lovingly at your tiny anger. “Little, little, little. Tiny like the ant.” He baby talks you.

- Due to your height it’s impossible to bother him. Unlike the others. You can gnaw at his ankles and scratch at his chest but he remains unmoved like a large boulder. Threatens to splat you against the wall like one of those rubber toys and turn you into a pancake.

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Pyro:

- In his point of view you’re actually terrifying. He doesn’t know why. But you stand out from the rest in their beloved Pyroland. You’re a creature from the primordial depths of hell that has come to eat their soul. You’re uncanny as shit.

- When they meet you for the first time it takes for godamn ever for the Mercs to finally figure out why Pyro was behaving so erratically and out of character. Engineer finally convinces poor Pyro to speak to you and it doesn’t end up in vain. You’re actually a pleasant scary monster.

- Spies don’t scare them. Pyro can kill spies with no effort. But you? Holy shit. Sometimes he doesn’t hear you come up behind them and this usually leads to Pyro spontaneously crying because you startled them. (Your team’s Spy is VERY envious of this.)

- You think this is great! You decide to play a prank on them by crawling on all fours down the dark hallway. Pyro looks like a deer in headlights. All tensed up like a cat attempting to look bigger. Two seconds later the entire base is on fire. You have to explain yourself to the other Mercs how this happened and it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever you kill someone on the battlefield it’s horrific shrieking mixed in with fleshy eating sounds.

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Sniper:

- Calls you stuff like “Baby bear.” Mostly because he purposely holds you like a mama koala in his camper van’s bed and in the sniper nests. You cling to his lap and listen to his heartbeat while he scopes out the window.

- Same as scout to some extent. Carries you around wherever he goes and holds you like a plush doll. “Easy there on the lil’ daggers, mate.” You keep digging into his skin to hold steady.

- Growls at you when you bite him. Something about you both is evil and animalistic. Bites you back on your “scruff” when you bother him too much. He wants to shake you around in his teeth like a fucking chewtoy but he knows full well that might accidentally kill you. Has straight up cute aggression around you.

- Sniper your furry is showing. Helen, get yo fuckin dog bitch.

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Medic:

- “Well it seems you stopped growing at a certain age. That typically is due to genetics and other factors.” He says after looking at X-rays of your finger bones. Tracing his finger over the image of your growth plates as he squints to see better. He fixes his glasses back up on his nose and scratches his chin.

- He gives you a mischievous side smile. It’s unsettling. He secretly finds the size difference incredibly attractive. He tells you to take the lead vest off and waves his hand dismissively when you question his creepy expression. “What?! It is just my usual smile. I always look like this.”

- You’re not convinced. You take the vest off and straighten your team uniform a bit to get yourself situated. Without warning he grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave. “Ah-ba-ba-ba! I didn’t say you could go yet.” He pulls you against his chest. Forcibly. His natural heat was causing your heart beat out of your chest. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. Cupping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t move.

- The way you were (in theory) powerless was exhilarating for him. He placed his free hand on your chest and marveled in your heartbeat. Really? That’s all he wanted? Medic let out a long pleasured sigh. “Oh, that’s gooood.” He feels like he could potentially hold your tiny heart in a cute little decorated specimen jar but that would kill you, sadly. Can’t have that.

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Spy:

- Has unimaginable amounts of trauma from his father figure and you help him cope with said trauma a lot by being small. He deeply regrets passing by the chance of raising Scout. That in-and-itself was also a traumatic experience for him. Whenever it isn’t romantic lovey dovey adult time you lay in his arms and he looks over your adorable small body with adoration in his eyes.

- He rubs your small cheek and although he’s still frowning like always — you know full well this man is losing his mind on the inside. This was oddly healing for him. He felt butterflies in his chest as he gave you the love that his family never gave him. Jesus christ, somebody get this man a silicone baby or some shit. And a therapist. Mostly a therapist.

- He has no idea how to baby you to be honest. No fucking clue and he isn’t great at this. He does what he’s seen people do before in public. Wrap you in a blanket and pats your back. He says nothing as he does this. “There’s a scared little boy behind that mask isn’t there?” You ask him lovingly.

- He avoids eye contact after you say that. Looking away shamefully. His mouth twitches. You put your head under his chin contently.

- He stalks you and monitors you on the battlefield. Ready to stab the ever living crap out of anyone who overpowers you. In a particularly rough situation with an enemy heavy he risks his own life to backstab the opponent. You batter him for being too bold and exclaim that he could’ve killed himself. But Spy side eyes you, fixing his tie and cloaking away. He was secretly proud of himself that he had finally managed to protect somebody smaller than him. To make up for all the times he wasn’t there for Scout.

[anzynai]

Only You

Husk x Angel (Hazbin Hotel)

a/n: hello sorry i couldn’t resist writing for them. ive been a fan for years and have been obsessed with the new series so. anyways, yes is them. also, for some reason, i kinda struggled writing for them so sorry if theyre ooc😭😭 still, i hope u enjoy!

summary: angel dust and husk are having another late night talking session when husk learns that angel is ticklish.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: tickling, implied huskerdust, gets a little angsty?? but it gets better

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It was a normal night. And by normal night, everyone else was asleep, save for Husk, when Angel cracked open the front door, attempting to be silent. Husk was wiping down the glasses when he saw the other. He looked.. rough, and though it hurt Husk to see him like that, he knew he couldn’t do much about it besides offer comfort.

And so followed their usual routine. Angel would ask for a drink and Husk would give him one, but recent developments had them talking late at night. Conversations that would be rare if it were a random Tuesday afternoon, allowing each other to learn more about the other, making them laugh or even cry. Husk wouldn’t admit it but it was secretly becoming an important part of his day and his fondness for the spider was growing.

Today wasn’t much different. After pouring himself and Angel a drink, he went to sit next to Angel. Talking the night away, casually, and when Angel began to tease him about whatever, he poked Angel in the side.

“Ha—!” Angel jumped before he hurriedly tried to change the conversation, but Husk was intrigued.

“You’re ticklish?” Husk asked, almost incredulously but amused nonetheless. He didn’t know why he was so surprised.

“Eh.. I guess so..” Angel muttered, averting his eyes. Husk was almost shocked. He expected Angel to say something more… flirtatious, but he decided not to ponder on it too much.

That was his first mistake. He reached over to give the other a few squeezes on the other’s side when..

“NO!” Angel shouted, fearful and panicked, as he pushed Husk's hands from him. He lost his balance off the small barstool, and met the ground with a loud thump. Husk could feel his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach at the look on Angel’s face. He got off the stool, crouching in front of the spider.

“Angel..?” He whispered, gently, reaching a hand towards him, but not quite touching, in case Angel didn’t want to be touched. He scolded himself, inwardly. He had been swept by Angel’s usual flirtatious persona and assumed that he was always fine with being touched, but perhaps he wasn’t correct with that thinking? Angel seemed surprise by his own reaction because he shook his head and forced a smile to Husk.

“Sorry about that, Whiskers. Guess I’m still feeling a bit jittery.” He laughed, nervous and timid.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Husk asked. He didn’t want to make Angel think he had to pretend to be fine. He wanted Angel to be true to his feelings and know that he can confide in the cat. Angel looked down at the ground.

“Sorry.” Angel muttered, repositioning himself, loosely hugging his knees. His lower set of hands rubbed against each other.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” Husk reassured, moving to sit by Angel, who looked incredibly guilty. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You— you didn’t. I just.. I don’t know.” Angel faltered, seemingly struggling on his words. Husk tried to smile at him, but Angel didn’t seem to see it.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to explain. I won’t try to tickle you again.” Husk told him and Angel finally looked up at him.

The spider paused for a moment, as if thinking. He seemed.. embarrassed.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out before he averted his eyes. Husk listened. “You can tickle me,” The bartender’s eyes widened in disbelief. From his reaction, he wouldn’t have thought Angel would have given him permission to tickle him. “.. If you want.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.” Angel admitted.

“You want me to?” Husk jaw was nearly on the floor at this point.

“I’d always love your hands on me~” Angel purred, trying to lighten the mood.

“Angel.” Husk said, almost sternly, but mostly because he didn’t want to cross the actor’s boundaries.

“Fine. Yeah. I want you to. Happy?” Angel rolled his eyes, but there was a bit of redness on his cheeks. “Only you.”

Husk could feel his heart flutter in ways he did not want to address anytime soon and he tried to will away the blush that he could feel making its way to his face. He didn’t say anything, but he slowly lifted his hands to Angel, giving a gentle squeeze, as if testing the waters.

Angel giggled quietly, but he didn’t push him away. Feeling more confident, he scooted closer and lightly kneaded his hands on the spider’s body, occasionally scratching at his tummy.

“Hehehe… Huhuhusk..” Angel laughed, a genuine smile appearing on his face. Husk decided that he wouldn’t do too much with the tickling. Angel deserved gentleness and that’s what he wanted to give him tonight.

“Ticklish?” Husk cooed, teasing.

“Youhuhu knohow I a-ahaham!”

“Well, I do now.” Husk agreed, going to Angel’s tummy for real this time. He clawed at the thin fabric that very evidently outlined Angel’s frame. Angel was thin, he noticed. He worried that Angel may have been on a diet, as he knew many actors tended to be, but he decided not to ask. He wanted to cheer Angel up, not interrogate him.

His stomach seemed to be a sensitive spot, kicking up a bigger reaction than his sides.

“Hahahha! Nohohot thehehere!”

“Oh? Then where?”

“I dohohon’t knohohow!”

“Aren’t you hopeless?” The bartender chucked, lighthearted, but as per Angel’s wishes, he moved spots. Instead, he began to poke and prod in between Angel’s ribs. Less sensitive than the stomach. Still, about the same as his sides.

“Wahahahaha!” As soft laughter continued to spill from the actor’s lips, not once had he asked Husk to stop. Angel must not mind being tickled.

“How do you get anything done, being so ticklish?” Husk joked, but he reached a hand to boop Angel’s nose.

“People dohohon’t reheheheally tihihickle me!” Angel tried to speak, as if it were a normal conversation and not just Husk teasing him.

“Really? It’s adorable.” Husk said, before he could stop it. Angel blushed slightly at that, but didn’t respond. Husk smiled at him, fondly. It wasn’t as though he was lying. Angel did look quite cute like this, so genuine and so sweet.

He let it go on for only a few minutes before Angel finally asked him to stop. He did, but he stayed close to Angel. Angel leaned his head on his shoulder and the both fell silent, only the sound of Angel breathing and catching his breath could be heard.

“That was fun.” Angel admitted, after a while. “I’m used to people touching me because they want my body. So when you touched me.. I panicked.”

“I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Husk murmured, feeling guilty.

“No! You did nothing wrong.” Angel rushed to say. “I don’t mind you touching me. And you were so gentle, even when I didn’t ask you to be… it was.. nice.”

“I liked it too.” Husk whispered, feeling embarrassed. That’s when Angel looked up at him, looking in his eyes that made Husk feel flustered.

“Wouldn’t mind if we did that more often. Maybe, next time you should be on the receiving side, though~” Husk gulped.

“Don’t bother trying. I ain’t ticklish.”

“Oh? That so, Kitty? Wanna put it to the test?” Angel smirked, as he wiggled his fingers at Husk. And there it was. Typical Angel.

Still, Husk wondered why he wasn’t so bothered by his flirting this time. He did not have any time to think any more on that before Angel decided he was going to prove that Husk’s statement of “not being ticklish” was, in fact, a lie. Ha.

[bamnamuu]

thoughts on things best friends to boyfriend seungmin would do? 🙈

| w.count. 298 | warnings. none except bad writing and typos | em’s note thank you anon for requesting this, this was actually really fun and i got a little bit carried away with it! i hope you like it *heart hands* |

best friend!seungmin who calls you when he can’t sleep, his reasoning being that “friends should sleep together sometimes” just to hear you laugh and call him an idiot.

best friend!seungmin who has been pining after you for years and has thought about confessing to you, but always chickens out before he does.

best friend!seungmin who is oblivious to the way you feel about him, the way you are oblivious to him.

best friend!seungmin with the courage he found from talking with his friends about you decided he would ask you out next time he sees you.

seungmin who kept brushing his hand against yours while you two walked back to your apartment. until you found yourself at a red light talking about nonsense while seungmin closed the gap between your hands.

seungmin who asked you on a date and then immediately started apologizing just in case

boyfriend!seungmin who almost jumped up and down when you said yes!

boyfriend!seungmin who rubs it in all of his members faces that you’re his!

boyfriend!seungmin who insisted on getting matching rings, so that he has the tiniest thing to remember that you love him.

boyfriend!seungmin who will always make sure you're okay and happy no matter what. however he will still be a complete menace to you.

boyfriend!seungmin who always has his hand on you whenever you guys are out, this man will start tickling you if you stop paying attention to him for longer than three seconds

boyfriend!seungmin who always takes pictures of you, sleeping. awake. doing chores around the house? you bet he'll snap a pic. he thinks you're the prettiest person alive.

boyfriend!seungmin who would make it a competition to see which one of you would be the better partner (you let him think he's winning, he's not)

boyfriend!seungmin who will hold on to you for dear life whenever you sleep together. if you wake up before him and need to use the washroom, good luck getting out of his arms.

boyfriend!seungmin who calls and texts you all the time just to see if you're ok, and if you're not he'll drop everything and come straight to you

tag list open @smouches @rayoraish

[kurogane2512]

It's so real! There are no fics for Jade and it's so sad 😭 Can I ask you for a Jade x top fem reader? She's so cocky and flirty I need to put her in her place

I'm genuinely surprised the hate for her got this serious, especially here on Tumblr where people simp for the most heinous of characters as long as they are hot 💀 Sigh, looks like another underrated character I'll be doing justice to 😤

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Jade x fem!reader

Type: Smut

Jade's heels tapped against the floor as she elegantly walked towards her office, only to be immediately met with the sight of her secretary pacing back n forth on a call.

"Yes sir, we can assure you that the conditions will be seen through. Hm? Sorry, Ms Jade won't be available for a meeting anytime soon. Shall I get you to Ms Topaz or Mr Aventurine instead?"

Jade smirked watching you talk with full focus, so much so that you didn't even notice her come in. She placed her hat on the stand and silently walked towards you right at the moment you suddenly turned around and almost bumped into her.

"S-Sorry, ma'am!" you mouthed an apology while still on the call.

Jade nodded with a smile then you walked around her and went to her table to write down some notes. She waited for some more minutes but was getting impatient now as the call kept going on. She then walked up to you again and stood behind you, close enough to cage you against the table so you wouldn't walk away. You felt her presence behind you and looked over your shoulder to ask if she wanted something but she simply smiled and wrapped her arms around you.

You jolted forward and leaned against the table. Jade smirked more then pressed her front to your back, her breasts squeezing into your body while her lips neared your ear. Her warm breath tickled your lobe and you tried to evade but she held on tighter, practically burying her face in your shoulder. You felt her lips make light kisses up and down and her tongue lap up your neck while her hands fiddled with your shirt buttons.

"Mhm— Y-Yes, I will inform her.... ngh....T-Thank you, good day to you...."

You finally finished speaking and were about to cut the call when Jade snatched the phone from your hand and cut it for you before throwing it away on the sofa.

"M-Ma'am, sorry to keep you waiting—"

"Hmm, it's alright considering you were doing my work~"

Jade whispered against your ear and lightly bit the edge before abruptly letting go of you and stepping away.

"Fetch me some wine, would you? I feel it's been a long day~"

You pondered for a bit then sneered and suddenly went up to her to grab her waist, pulling her flush against you.

"I think I have a better solution than wine~"

Jade's eyes flared, "Is that so? Perhaps I'll be so kind to indulge you— aaahn!~"

Jade moaned out in surprise as you pinned her to the nearest wall and immediately connected your lips. Her hands groped and felt you all over before settling to wrap around your neck and grasp your hair, pushing you into a deeper kiss. Her leg hiked up against your thigh and she slyly rubbed it up and down making her body rut into you.

"Mmm~ How long were you holding back to do this?~"

"All day~"

Jade chuckled before passionately kissing you again. Only reason you had become so riled up was her constant teasings throughout the day. You kissed her neck and down her chest, your hands fondling her breasts as you pulled off her bra. Your knee rubbed against her clothed core, she bit her lower lip with the way you kneaded her breasts and wanted you to do more.

"How about we skip the foreplay today? I think both of us are ready enough~"

If that's she wanted, then you'd oblige with no questions. Soon you found yourself donning a strap-on that was specially kept in her office for these moments you shared. Jade was planning to make you wait more but her plans were in shambles the moment you bent her against her table, her own body not denying you at all.

"Oh! How rough you are today! Were you so stressed?~"

"No, I'm just.... I can't wait anymore~"

You caressed Jade's drenched folds before rubbing the tip of the cock against it, she hummed and rested more on the table waiting for you to take your time but you didn't give her a moment as you quickly shoved forward. The well-lubed instrument went inside her with ease, the entirety nestled in her warmth and hilted to the base. Jade moaned from the penetration then held the edges of the table as you set a harsh pace right away, drilling forward with reckless abandon.

"Aaah.... aaahn~ Y-Yes..... faster! Hmmm..... you are doing well!~"

You grasped her butt and kneaded the flesh as you pounded into her, your thighs slapping against her ass. Jade was slightly overwhelmed with the pace, but she could still take it. Her body arched as you shifted closer and went even deeper, the length prodding all her sweet spots at once. You watched her moan out in pleasure and lose her mind, the sight only making you go faster and harder.

You slammed into her at an animalistic pace, it was surreal to see your boss reduced to such a state but she would allow only you to do this to her. That's the whole reason she teased you so much. You were well aware of her tactic as well, you were more than happy to play along since you got to see her in this ecstatic state. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around her waist then rutted into her.

"Aaaah, that's good.... Doing so well for me, darling~" Jade prasied you to do more, to fuck her better, and that's what you did.

You turned her over soon afted to lay her on her back. She sat up and pulled you closer by wrapping her arms and legs around you, her lips ensnaring yours in a messy kiss before she threw her head back as you bucked your hips harder.

"Yes.... I'm close.... right there~ Keep doing that~"

Jade pulled you closer by your tie and touched her forehead to yours, moaning and gasping against your lips as you plunged in and out before shoving deep at a particular spot, instantly making her release on the toy. Jade moaned loudly but so sweetly, her voice was addicting and you could never have enough of it. She panted out and pecked your lips before smirking, "You know this is not enough for me, right?~"

Of course, you knew that. It wasn't enough for you either.

[bumblebeedrizzzle]

Original art by ug0nba on Twitter (X)

I was so inspired by this art and decided to write a little fic because I haven’t seen many for this fandom! I’ve been thinking about posting this for weeks… I’m really happy with it and I hope it makes you smile too! This is my first published fic, so please be nice to me!（╹◡╹）

Warning: This is a tickle fic, if you’re not into that then please keep scrolling, thank you!! ✌🏻 It is SFW tho!

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

Reblogs are totally fine and appreciated but please don’t repost! Thank youuuuu! (*´꒳`*)

Can you tell that I was heavily influenced by my favorite ship, Iruazz?

Asmodeus was feeling a little distracted. He’d invited Iruma over today so that just the two of them could hang out. It was great hanging out as a trio with Clara, but sometimes he wanted one on one time. The day had been going well, but then Asmodeus found himself very fixated on something: Iruma’s ears. They were so small and round and cute!! How had he not noticed this before?!

At first, he’d tried not to stare. But then Iruma had swept his hair back into a little ponytail and now he found himself transfixed. Small, round, cute. Small, round, cute. small. round. cute. He was pretty sure he’d missed the last few things Iruma had said, but he couldn’t help himself.

Entranced, he found himself leaning forward, his fingers reaching without his permission —

“Eep!”

Well that certainly got Asmodeus’ attention. He looked down and realized that he had pinched the top of Iruma’s right ear, thereby causing the aforementioned boy to squeal. Oh devils was that cute…

“I-Iruma-sama! My sincerest apologies! I did not mean to startle you. It’s just, I’ve never noticed how round and cu - I mean small your ears are! I might have gotten a little carried away. Again, my apologies.”

“O-oh, it’s okay Azz-kun,” Iruma said with a sheepish smile. “It just tickled a little is all”

Ticklish. Iruma-sama is ticklish. His brain overloaded. Iruma-sama was so cute so cute so devi-cute!!!! Play it cool, Asmodeus.

“Oh, I see. Yes, that makes sense.” How was that playing it cool?!

…

After a few moments, he tentatively asked:

“If I am more careful, w-would it be okay for me to touch them again? I-if it’s not weird, Iruma-sama I just noticed that our ears are so different and —”

“It’s okay Azz-kun, go ahead!” Iruma beamed.

Oh devils this boy was going to be the death of him.

“R-right, h-here I go”

He leaned forward again, focused intently on his task. Truly, Iruma-sama’s ears were like nothing he had ever seen. He made a point to be more gentle this time, which he hoped would help. After a few moments though, he noticed that Iruma’s ear was slowly turning red. Without thinking, he blew softly on it, hoping to cool it down. That was the reason it had turned such an adorable shade of red, right? He was dimly aware of some light chuckles and Iruma squirming. When he looked at Iruma-sama’s face, it too was turning a light shade of red.

Oh. Right. Oh devils. He should stop now, he should really stop —

Chomp.

“Wah! Azz-kun?!”

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to stop. You know what they say about demons and desires and all that.

He continued nibbling on Iruma’s ear, now with the sounds of light giggles coming from nearby.

“A-Azz-kun? Are you ehehe d-done looking at my ears haha??”

Iruma was met with more vigorous nibbles.

“I-is this a normal wahahay t-to lohohook at s-someone’s ears?? I-it tihihihckles Azz-kun!” the giggles were getting harder to stop.

Asmodeus was long gone. Not in a wicked phase sort of way though. Actually, he wasn’t worried about his wicked phase coming around for a long while now, not with this adorable stress reliever in his hands. But all common sense had gone out the window the second he’d gently chomped down on Iruma’s ear. It was so soft!! And Iruma-sama’s giggles had to be in the top 3 cutest things he’d ever heard. He wanted to hear more; he couldn’t possibly stop now. His fingers appeared to agree as well, as they started fluttering lightly over Iruma’s neck, eliciting even more giggles from the boy.

“A-Azz-kun, hehehehell to Azz-kun! Y-you’re tihihihickling me! P-please! Aha!”

His squirming was getting more deliberate now as any self-control for Azz’s curiosity was losing to the overwhelming ticklish feelings on his neck and ear. He tried looking up towards Azz, but the demon let out a slight growl and continued his shenanigans. Iruma was left to helplessly giggle and hope for a break. He tried holding out for a while longer, but eventually pleaded:

“H-hehehehello?? I-I d-dohohon’t know hohohow much mohohore I can tahahahake, A-Azz-kun!” and with that he gently pushed his hands against the demon’s chest for the first time. That seemed to register.

“I-Iruma-sama?” he blinked.

“A-Azz-kun hehehey. S-sorry i-it just hehe tickled a lot and I couldn’t, “ he blushed more, “My ears are really sensitive.”

Asmodeus looked down with a mix of remorse and disappointment. His whole face was bright red, all the way to the tips of his pointy ears. When he finally met Iruma’s eyes, they were pleading.

“Could I tickle you a little more? P-please? Iruma-sama?”

Ba-dump. Oh devils. That face. Those eyes. That word. He never could say no when people said please. Well… maybe it wasn’t so bad to laugh a little. And Azz-kun had stopped when he’d truly asked.

“U-Um, s-sure. I-if you want, I-I guess. I-I suppose I c-could try to lahast a little longer” he said with a blush. Could his face get any hotter?? What had he just agreed to?

Asmodeus didn’t need to hear anything more. He pulled Iruma back into his chest and went straight for his left ear, receiving a fresh round of giggles in return.

“W-wahaha! I-I wasn’t ready! Hehe this is eheheven wohohohorse. Y-yohohour f-fangs tihihihihickle sohoho muhuhuch!!”

Asmodeus wrapped an arm around Iruma’s waist to keep him from squirming away. With his free hand, he scribbled the back of Iruma’s neck, enjoying the fresh round of hysterics and pleading. When he’d had his fill there, his hand roamed down to Iruma’s shoulder blades. Much to his delight, this produced a new response:

“EEP! Ahaha!! W-wait haha I-I’ve n-never beheheen tihickled thehehere. Ehehehe!! A-Azz-kun!! Ahahaha!!”

Iruma-sama really isn't helping himself calling my name like that. He stopped nibbling for a moment to say:

“I-Iruma-sama, if you want me to stop, then y-you’ll have to stop being so cute”

There was a pause. Well, it was official, Iruma’s face could get even hotter. But before he could think about what had just been said too much, the tickling resumed.

“C-cute?! I-I’m nohohot!! W-whahahat w-waiaiait w-what dohoho you mehehean?? Ahahaha g-go somewhere ehehelse p-please!!”

Asmodeus chuckled, sending reverberations into Iruma’s ear. He shivered.

“I suppose you are right as always, Iruma-sama. You will never not be cute. Silly me. I suppose you’ll be stuck like this forever then.”

“Wahahahahaha!!” was all Iruma could say in response. He had covered his face with his hands. Teasing, he’s teasing me! That makes it so much worse.

Iruma had erupted into full-blown laughter now, and sensing that he needed a change of pace, Asmodeus started scribbling up and down the boy’s sides with both hands. Above the desperate pleas and squirming he whispered into Iruma’s right ear,

“Don’t even think of escaping, Iruma-sama. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Iruma figured if he could melt into a puddle, he would. His pleas became incoherent babbles as he wondered what in hell had gotten into Asmodeus today. He wondered if maybe he should have been more careful. After all, this was a demon tickling him. Who knew how torturous it would be? Was this how tickling always went in the demon realm?

　　　　　　 ・・・・・・・・・

Ribs. Sides. Back. Tummy. Ears. Neck. Collarbones. All Iruma could do was laugh as Asmodeus played him like a violin. He reached new octaves when he felt black-tipped fingers slip into his armpits — and he redoubled his efforts to scramble away.

“Yahahahaha nahahahahaha A-Azz-kuhuhuhuhun p-plehehehehease c-can’t t-tahahahahake ihihihit!!!!”

“Surely you can take it, Iruma-sama. I know you can because you are magnificent in every way. Even your laughter is magnificent — “

“S-stohohohop t-teheheheheasing mehehehehehe!! Nahahahahahaha!!”

“ — you are truly worth following, I am proud to be your friend.”

“Ahahahahahaha A-A-Ahahahahzzzz!!!!! H-happy tohohoho behehehe your frihehehend too, b-but ahahaha ihihit tihihihihihickles sohohoho bahahahahad!!”

“There is a simple explanation for that, Iruma-sama. You are the best at everything, of course. So you are also the best at being ticklish!”

“B-behehest at beheheing tihihihihicklihihish?!? Ihihis thahahat eheheven a gohohohohod thihihing??”

“Of course it is! Allow me to demonstrate, using a technique I learned from our Torture class —”

Torture?! thought Iruma. Oh devil, this was it, Azz-kun had figured out that he was a human and trying to torture it out of him —

Suddenly, Asmodeus reached down and kneaded his thumbs into Iruma’s hips.

“Ah —,” Iruma sucked in a breath. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHH!!!!!!”

Iruma’s nerve-endings jolted and his whole body spasmed. If he’d been taller, he might have smacked his head into Asmodeus’ chin. But as it was, Iruma was quite small, so he slammed his head back into the demon’s chest instead. He continued to scream incoherently.

“AHAHAHAHAYAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAAHAHAH H-HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE S-SOMEBOHOHOHOHOHODY HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Oh but Iruma-sama, you gave the tickle monster permission,” Asmodeus purred. “No one is coming to save you now.”

Iruma was much too busy with flailing and laughing to reply. He could barely think of anything except how much it tickled. What had they been doing before this? How long had it been? Was Azz-kun torturing him for real or just being playful? Such thoughts were long gone. His nerves were singing and he was trying to keep up.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AZKHXJAHVIKAHVDX YAHAHAHAAHA”

The thing that finally brought Asmodeus out of his reverie was when Iruma’s laughter went silent. He knew the boy was stilling laughing, since he could feel the reverberations, but the room had gone silent. Then it really registered what that meant, and he quickly stopped. The boy kept laughing even after, slowly dying down into giggles. Asmodeus was too afraid to face him, so he wrapped both arms around Iruma and pulled him close to his chest.

“I am sorry, Iruma-sama. It seems I let my feelings get the better of me. I will need to continue training to make sure that i-it does… not happen again… please forgive me.”

There were a few moments of silence. Iruma’s heartbeat was still trying to return to a normal pace.

“Actually,” Iruma said, “it was… kind of fun….” he finished quietly. The tops of his ears were blazing red.

“I’ve never had a proper tickle fight with a friend, er well, it wasn’t much of a fight, but you know what I mean…”

“Y-you’ve never been tickled before?!” Asmodeus exclaimed.

“Well, maybe a couple times. But they aren’t super fond memories for me.” he paused. “But today was different. It wasn’t so bad in the beginning when you were being gentle. Then you started tickling harder and I definitely panicked a little, but honestly Azz-kun, it wasn’t so bad after all! Not being able to do anything but laugh turned out to be surprisingly relaxing. And, I feel safe… with you.” Iruma turned and looked up at him with a blinding smile.

Asmodeus’ heart soared and he found himself blushing and grinning uncontrollably. Iruma-sama is just so wonderful and thoughtful. He always knows just what to say to me.

“I-Iruma-sama, thank you!! I am so grateful for your trust!!” he beamed. “D-does this mean that…?!” he asked excitedly.

Iruma chuckled at his friend’s enthusiasm.

“Yeah, just remember to be gentle with me! And stop when I ask” he responded with a small grin.

“Of course, Iruma-sama!!!”

“And next time I want to be able to get you back!!” he said playfully.

“Absolutely! I will wait in anticipation, Iruma-sama!”

Asmodeus was sure he had never felt so happy and lucky in all his life.

[writer-kermit]

sweet like candy.

❥ PAIRING: NANAMI KENTO × GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

ঞ~SUMMARY: It's the night of Halloween. And your lover Nanami Kento is certainly in for a treat.

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: I LIVE! I HAVE RISEN BACK ONCE MORE! I like to apologize for my lack of posting. I've been really busy with work and I lacked motivation for the past few months. As a celebration of TickleTober, I've decided to create this fic. I will try my best to write more. And thank you to the people who stuck around! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

P. S: I had no specific prompt I just did all of them (almost)

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

It was that time of year again—the year when children would wear their most flamboyant costumes and wander around the luminous and chilly neighborhood. The children would knock on each home, hoping to receive something good to eat. Upon their next home, they would meet a particular house that wasn’t fond of trick-or-treaters. That house was none other than the Kento’s residency.

The house looked empty and eerie. You could’ve mistaken it for an actual haunted house. Those who were cocky enough to knock on the door will meet with a surprise.

A go-away sign? Welp, better luck next time kids; Nanami Kento doesn’t celebrate Halloween.

Ah yes, Hallow’s Eve. Nanami’s least favorite holiday. Not because he’s an envious adult, but because he hates the obnoxious noises he’ll have to endure until late at night.

You, however–enjoyed the thriller nights. You’d gaze at the children running along the neighborhood in search of some candy. You missed the times you’d trick-or-treat with your friends and family. As you slowly closed your bedroom window, you turned to your lover Nanami, who was too busy watching the latest horror movie.

“Oh Kento,” you sighed, “don’t you miss trick-or-treating as a kid?” Nanami flicked his eyes at you before quickly peering back at the television. “I don’t like Halloween that much.” He stated. “And why is that?” You asked, now sitting beside him. “There is no reason. I merely enjoy the alluring night when Halloween comes to an end.”

"I knew you’d say something like that.” You chuckled. “I guess you’re right,” Nanami smiled. “But there is one thing I like about this holiday.” A cocky smirk curved on your lips. “I bet it’s the candy, right?” You gestured. Nanami looked at you casually. He then pulled you into bed, making you lie down.

“You’re correct. How did you know, dear?” He asked. “Hehehe… You’re always a sucker when it comes to sweet things.” You replied. Nanami chuckled at your comment. “I will admit that,” He hummed, “But there is this one rare candy that I’m fond of nowadays.” As Nanami says that, he gets on to of you, making you anxiously giggle. “I wonder what this new candy is called,” You replied. “It’s called the [....] special. It’s currently my favorite.” “Oh yeah?” “Yes. And I’m dying to know the flavor.”

Wasting no time, Nanami pressed his lips against yours. He kept your tongue preoccupied as his hands crept under your shirt, his fingers gently caressing your tummy. He then pulled back from the kiss leisurely, awing at the feverish look plastered on your face.

“Mmm… Just as I thought,” Nanami husked. “You are sweet like candy.” He then kissed your neck, making you gasp in surprise. You moan softly between his kisses, almost tickled by his lips against your skin. A shy giggle escaped your lips as he gently tugged your skin.

“W-wait…” You whispered. “Ken…that tickles…” Nanami’s ears rang to know you were ticklish. A small smirk curved on his lips. “Is that so?” He teased. “Would you like me to stop then?” “N-no! I don’t hate it or anything. It’s just that this feeling is unusual.” You said. Nanami gave you a reassuring kiss. “Shall we sort out this unusual feeling together?” He asked you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hesitate. However, you couldn’t help but nod for the thrill of it.

You watched Nanami as he pinned your arms above your head. “Keep your arms up. You can do that for me, right?” He asked you. “That depends on what you’re gonna do.” You remarked.

Nanami didn’t reply to your response. Instead, he let his calloused fingers do the talking. He slowly rubbed the palms of your hands, radiating a ticklish feeling.

His fingers slowly descend, now getting dangerously close to your underarms. You tried squirming away without pulling down your arms. But Nanami was quick to straddle you. His fingers scribbled across your poor armpits without warning, forcing you to pull your arms down.

“Ehahaha! W-wait! Wahaihaihait!” You squealed. “Wait for what?” Nanami cooed. “Don’t tell me you’re backing down so soon.” “N-not true!” You recoiled. “I just wasn’t ready! That’s all.” “You don’t have to be ready, sweetheart.” He replied. “Now, keep those arms up. Don’t even think about pulling them down.”

“Nn…” You whined, slowly putting your arms back up–only for Nanami’s fingers to attack you again. Scribbling and scratching against your poor ribs. You arched your back almost instantly. Your head turned from side to side as the tickling was unbearable.

“AHhnn! Kentohoho wait!” You pleaded, clenching your fist together. “I’m sorry baby. But I already lost my patience with you.” Nanami hummed, nuzzling against your neck. His hands slowly spider across your sides and back. “Nooahahaa! P-please, slohohow down!”

Nanami found peace through your whines and pleading. He dipped his head down to your stomach, planting tiny kisses and nibbling across your sensitive skin.

“I love this cute tummy…” Nanami muttered, his hot breath grazing your skin. “It’s soft and warm like baked bread. Wouldn’t you agree [....]?” Your words became inaudible. A mixture of laughter and moans escaped from your lips.

Nanami chuckled at your state, enjoying the lovely noises you made for him. He continued teasing your tummy. His hands clawed on your hips to keep you in place. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside your navel, tickling you in a frenzy of hysterical laughter.

“HEEHAH!” You shrieked, right before covering your mouth with your hands. “And this adorable belly button,” Nanami teased, “It’s sensitive hm?” You only giggled and shook your head. “You liar….” He cooed, gently blowing at your navel. As he went further down, he stared at your twitching sex.

“[....],” Nanami sang to you, “don’t tell me you’re getting aroused just from me tickling you.” “Hehehe! N-no!” You panicked, pressing your legs together. “I-it’s not like that at all…” “It’s not? Then why so shy love?”

Nanami slowly spread your legs apart, revealing your aching spot. You let out a squeaky moan in surprise when Nanami’s fingers stroked you lustfully. You watched him hazily as he peeled your remaining undergarments.

“It seems like the [....] added a new flavor.” He joked. Nanami then grasped your inner thighs as he leveled his head at your sex. His breath only inches away from you. He then looked up at you again, taking detail of your shallow breaths and heated face. “Thank you for the treat….” He rasped.

Nanami then wrapped his lips against your sex. His tongue was light and gentle. Yet the sensations rushed through your body. You moaned happily as he growled and moaned against your sex. “Ahahaha… K-Kento… Kento…” You moaned, bucking your hips repeatedly. Nanami let out reassuring hums as he massaged your hips, stimulating you further.

“Your flavor…” Nanami grunted, “It’s so enticing. I want more of it… I want more of you…” He kissed your lips with hunger, and you melted into the kiss almost instantly. You then felt something poke your thigh. You then had an idea.

“Oh Kento,” You sang, “did you know that there’s a new candy in stores?” “Hm? What’s it called?” Nanami asked. “The Nanami - Delux. I assumed you heard of it.” His lips turned into a curt smile. “Suppose I have,” he replied, pulling out his leaking cock. “Are you willing to take responsibility?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Perhaps. I’ve been dying to know your flavor.”

[magicaltickles]

Em hazbin hotel brain rot go mad hard /t

Yes, so much so in fact that I saved this ask purely so I can talk about some hcs I have. This will be a mess and is purely about Alastor, I apologize.

He is such a ler leaning switch. Like excuse me no one gets to be as teasing as this demon man thing without exuding the energy of "I have no issues grabbing you and wrecking your shit"

He even has freaking tentacles like???? it's perfect. Alastor is perfect and can do no wrong (yes I have a favorite character)

Alastor love love loves to tease his lee too, his favorite thing is to compliment the lee's smile bc yk "you're never fully dressed without a smile" and all that.

He doesn't just go straight in for the kill too, he'll build up to it.

Alastor would 100% spend the whole day coming up behind you or next to you and "accidentally" brushing his claw across your side or over your shoulder blades or down your back. He knows exactly what he's doing, though, and is just waiting for later when you finally go over to him, all flustered from his day of teasing and in need of a proper tickling.

A chronic wiggler of fingers over ticklish spots until you tell him to just do it already.

Once he starts though, oh boy

Alastor can and will turn you into a giggly mess and won't stop until he does so <3

His lee moods are rare but hit hard.

Al is very particular about who can tickle him, though, like he has to really let you. As such, there's not many that even know he's ticklish.

His number one ler is Rosie, we love the besties. He doesn't ever tell her he's in a mood, she just looks at him and knows, and it's kinda flustering for him, but he's not about to tell her that.

Ticklish ears <333 they make him melty and giggly.

He has kinda ticklish cheeks, but it's another melt spot so it's not that obvious.

His sides however... let's just say there's a reason that's his usual first place to target on a lee.

Pls send me asks to talk about him and other characters I have fallen in love with hazbin and have so many thoughts both coherent and otherwise

[mymoodwriting]

Disconnected

Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Blood, Claw Marks, Fangs, Rough Housing, Roar, Manipulation, Fear, Anxiety, Runaway, Hiding, Fighting

Words: 2.2K

Chapter Two

(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)

Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.

“No one speaks of the omega.”

Taeyong was firm with his words as he spoke to the others about your situation at night. Nothing was confirmed, and he didn’t want rumors around the house, let alone the attention of the pack elders. He stayed near your room all night to make sure no one got near and in the morning went to check on you. He was nervous himself, keeping his claws out in case, but when he opened the door he wasn’t overwhelmed by a sweet smell. He stepped into the room, seeing a little wolf splayed out on the bed, sleeping peacefully. A soft smile appeared on his face.

Taeyong went over to the bedside, gently reaching out his hand to pet you. He adored the soft whines that escaped you. It encouraged him to do more, starting to tickle you which wound up waking you up. Once the laughter subsided and you realized where you were you panicked. You scrambled off the bed and hid under it, catching your breath. Taeyong was quick to apologize and carefully get down on his knees and peek under the bed to see you. He had to admit you looked so cute down there too.

“Sorry… did you sleep okay?” You slowly nodded your head. “That’s great. And how are you feeling?”

You knew that question would require a more verbal answer. You made your way out from under the bed, taking in a deep breath and shifting. 

“Hi.” Taeyong smiled. “Morning.”

“Hi…”

“You alright?”

“Yeah… I feel a bit funny… but I’m okay.”

Taeyong was glad to hear, although his smile faltered when he saw the bandage on your chest. It seemed that you hadn’t noticed it yet, and he would rather discuss it now than let you discover it on your own later.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Do you remember last night?”

“Uh… I was watching TV with the others… and I fell asleep…” You were nervous. “Why?”

“I’m not really sure how to say this but when I got back with the others you were… well I’m not sure what was happening…”

“What do you mean?”

“The sigil on your chest was glowing, and you seemed to be struggling. The only thing I could think to do was… to break the sigil, and I did…”

“You… you…”

When you heard this you reached up to your chest, feeling the bandage on it. You got up and went to the bathroom, removing the bandage and seeing the claw mark going across the sigil. You whimpered, your heart hurting a bit. To see the last thing you had to connect you to your master damaged, it made you feel their loss all the more.

“I’m sorry.” Taeyong admitted. “It was glowing and seemed to be hurting you, I was worried, we all were and-”

“It was glowing?”

“Yes, and you weren’t okay. Do you know what was happening?”

“… no… the sigil would glow when my master was sharing power with me, I’ve never known of it doing so for any other reason… they’re gone now so I can’t… I suppose the last bit of power I had from them was trying to escape my body… a little more of them is gone…”

“I’m very sorry…”

“I understand. You were just helping. Thank you.”

“Yeah. Breakfast should be ready soon.”

“Alright. I’ll be down in a bit.”

Taeyong left you alone, and you stayed in front of the mirror for a while more. You stared at the sigil on your chest for a bit longer before cleaning up. You made your way down to the kitchen, saying hello to the others who were already at the table. You helped where you could, and soon enough the table was set and everyone was seated. Your mind was still on what had happened to you, but there was something you were curious about.

“What do you guys do… as a pack?”

“We honestly do as we please.” Johnny answered. “We protect our territory, fill our time with whatever we want to do, and when the time comes, we hunt.”

“Oh… I see.”

“I have a question for you.” Taeyong interrupted. “What do you know about werewolves?”

“Uh… everything I know I learned from my master. Werewolves are half human, half wolf. They’re all either an alpha or beta. They’re incredibly strong and fierce, but mostly peaceful. They keep to their territories and only hurt those who mess with them, or those that mess with the witches.”

“Do you know why our kind help witches?”

“There’s a peace treaty between werewolves and witches. Long ago the werewolves wiped out the abomination known as vampires in exchange for strength and peace. This has been in place for many generations now, and the two help each other out when needed.”

“You were taught well.”

After breakfast it seemed that everyone had something to do, except you. For a while you wandered around the house before hearing a commotion outside. You went to the backyard to see some of the boys’ rough housing. You had no idea why, but the fresh air felt good. You found a nice spot to sit, leaning against the tree, watching the others and occasionally staring up at the sky. Your presence wouldn’t go unnoticed though.

“Hey, how are you?” Doyoung came over and sat next to you. “You look better than last night.”

“I’m fine.”

“Then why the long face? You’ve been pretty solemn all morning.”

“Sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize for that. I’m just wondering what’s going on, and if I can help you with something. Of course you don’t have to tell me anything either.”

“Thanks… but I don’t think you can help me.”

“How come?”

“I just don’t know what to do.”

“About what?”

“Me.” You sighed. “I should go back to my master’s coven, but I’m not sure I could face them. They might think I’m dead too. I don’t really know how to be a wolf either. I was taken when I was young and grew up with my master as a familiar. Then there’s staying here…”

“It’s not what you’re used to?”

“Not at all.” You chuckled. “There’s a lot of people, a lot of scents. Although when the last of my master’s power is gone, I’ll be a wolf, unable to take this form again.”

“That’s okay.”

As Doyoung said that, you felt a small push, looking over to see a wolf at your side. It was quite big, at least three times bigger than you in wolf form. 

“Woah…”

You reached up to gently pet the wolf. It whined happily, getting down so it could rest its head in your lap. It brought a smile to your face.

“Who is this?”

“Renjun.” Doyoung said. “He’s quite fluffy.”

“He is.”

“You know you’re not that different from us. You’d be alright staying here.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“There doesn’t need to be a reason to be nice to someone. We found you when you were hurt, and want you to be okay. We can also understand that you’ve been through a great loss and need time to process. You are welcome to stay here indefinitely.”

“Thank you.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Johnny stared out the window to the backyard below from Taeyong’s study, seeing you talk with Doyoung and pet Renjun. The others were still play fighting with each other, so really it was just another day. Although there were things to discuss.

“She doesn’t seem to know about herself.” Kun stated. “That is if she actually is an omega.”

“She didn’t mention them at all.” Johnny added. “That’s strange.”

“Not entirely.” Sicheng countered. “Omegas don’t exist anymore, what reason is there to mention them? If she was an omega, and knew it, she would want to get out of here as soon as possible, yet she has remained.”

“Is there any way we can prove she’s an omega?”

“That’s difficult because there is not much information.” Taeyong said, closing the book in his hand. “From what I can gather omegas are very responsive to alphas. That seems to be the case with her so far. Her scent is also quite sweet.”

“That’s all speculation.” Kun reminded. “She may have a different scent but when was the last time we were near an actual wolf? Not to mention her size is accurate to that of a wolf too.”

“We just have theories now, but we can test them.”

Taeyong got up and made his way down to the backyard, the others following behind. He watched everyone for a moment before letting out a roar, and calling them all over to line up in front of him. Everyone jumped to action and did as they were told, but Taeyong watched you. His roar startled you, that was expected, but you also scrambled to your feet and ran over to stand in line with the others. You were trembling a bit. Johnny came over to your side, checking up on you.

“Are you okay?”

“Fa… fine… just… fine…”

“How about we get you inside.”

“… yeah…”

While Johnny took care of that Taeyong shifted his attention back to the rest. They had been watching you, but Taeyong clapped his hands to get them to look at him.

“Alright. I’m glad to see you training, but I don’t need you injuring yourselves before tomorrow. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Johnny took you over to the kitchen, sitting you down while he got the kettle on the stove. He asked for your tea preference and sat with you while you waited for the water to boil.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah…”

“Did Taeyong scare you?”

“A bit… werewolves are intimidating…”

“Am I intimidating?”

“Kinda…”

The kettle started screaming and Johnny got you some tea. The warmth helped ease your nerves, as did Johnny’s smile.

“What was Taeyong talking about?”

“What do you mean?”

“He said the others were training… and it had to do with something tomorrow…”

“Oh, yeah. The whole pack has a strength competition at the end of every month. The strongest of each group fights to see who is the best, and we have our two winners, an alpha and a beta.”

“You guys take your strength very seriously.” 

“We do. You can come along with us tomorrow to see the show.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Everyone was eager the next day for this strength competition, and the boys were so happy that you were coming along. Before leaving you found one of Johnny’s hoodies, it was a bit big on you, but it was perfect to hide your tail and ears. You went with the boys to the center of the territory. What was once the common area was now this outdoor arena. It was quite huge, and bleachers were out for the crowds to gather. You saw many others around, starting to realize just how huge this pack was. 

Jeno and Jaemin would be competing among the other alphas, whereas Mark and Hendery would be with the betas. You went with the others to find some seats. The final adjustments were made and then the fighting began. It was as brutal as you imagined it. Claws and fangs were out, roaring and growls filling the arena, mixing with the cheers from the crowd. The smell of blood was also in the air, and you swear bones were broken. Everyone around you seemed invested, but you weren’t so immersed. If anything you were worried, and afraid. 

All around you there was the scent of anger and adrenaline, loud shouting and growling. It was making you feel uneasy. None of these emotions were targeted at you, at least you told yourself that but every other inch of your body was screaming otherwise. You were starting to have trouble breathing, your senses being overwhelmed by fear. Although you weren’t aware of your own scent changing and getting the attention of the two next to you. Jaehyun noticed you were shaking, placing a hand on your shoulder but it startled you, making you jump to your feet. You didn’t say anything and just scrambled to leave.

That’s all you knew in the moment, you had to leave, to get away from this place. You made it out of the arena, aimlessly running. When you heard your name being called you panicked even more, shifting to move faster through the forest. You could barely see the path before you, but you kept moving. Since you weren’t truly aware of your surroundings you wound up tripping over a tree root and rolling ahead a few feet before hitting a tree. To your own surprise you shifted back to a person, your head spinning. Then you felt a pain in your chest. You rolled onto your back and screamed, reaching up to your chest and feeling a familiar warmth.

“Y/n!”

Jaehyun, Yuta, and Haechan caught up to you, seeing what was going on. The sigil on your chest was glowing and the wound had healed. Although their biggest concern was the fact you had stumbled outside the territory lines. They quickly grabbed you and dragged you back onto their land. You began to calm down and they were all at your side, Jaehyun taking your hand in his.

“Are you okay? What happened? You just-”

“They’re alive…”

“What?”

“My master is alive!”

[mystwrites]

Third Time’s A Charm

Summary: Is the mighty Kokushibo was ticklish? Akaza and Douma both were curious. He never seemed to give them a direct answer, but seeing as Upper Moon One wasn’t against them testing the waters, Douma and Akaza are determined to break their superior.

A/N: Here we have a tickle fic with the Upper Moon Trio!! Enjoy hehe!

The first time it happened, was an accident. Akaza accidentally managed to poke Kokushibo’s side while standing next to him, glaring at Douma who managed to piss him off again. Upon realizing his fingers poked Kokushibo’s side, he apologized. Akaza didn’t want his superior to think he was challenging him or anything. Douma asked if the poke hurt or tickled but Kokushibo said it didn’t hurt or tickle, causing Akaza and Douma to both wonder if he was ticklish.

“Oh great Kokushibo!!” Douma announced, not surprising Kokushibo with his tone. “By any chance are you ticklish?”

“Douma!!” Akaza hissed. “Are you insane?!? He will slaughter us!!”

“I will do no such thing, Akaza. It was a simple question.” Kokushibo replied, holding his arms out to the side, inviting them to tickle him. “I see no reason to inflict harm with a question as such.”

There was no direct response to the question. It wasn’t a “yes, I am ticklish” or a “no I am not and never was”. Kokushibo simply allowed them to have their fun. The two both gently tickled him along his sides, Douma tickling his left side while Akaza tickled his right. They frowned, not really gaining much of a reaction and gave up, choosing to simply cock their heads to the side, pondering if Kokushibo was playing with them, their eyebrows raising.

“Awww…he didn’t laugh!” Douma whined, crossing his arms.

“Expected.” Akaza grumbled. “We will be back and find that weak spot of yours!”

“Ha!” Kokushibo laughed, shaking his head. “Better luck next time around. Now go back to your respective duties before Muzan sama gets angry.”

It wasn’t that Kokushibo wasn’t ticklish, he was in fact pretty sensitive and their attempt did tickle, it was just not good enough to force Kokushibo to crack a smile. The duo just didn’t find the right way to tickle him, deciding the attempt was not worth their time after less than a few seconds. It amused the upper rank, seeing as they had little to no patience yet still shared a look of determination.

As they walked away, slightly disappointed, Kokushibo smiled to himself. It was a rare moment to see Akaza and Douma getting along, but he wasn’t about to complain. If anything, he honestly found it funny to see the two cooperating for once just so they could figure out if he was ticklish. Kokushibo knew the two would try again later in the future and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to the next tickle attack, his interests lying in whether or not the duo would succeed.

The second time it happened, they tried tickling him with the element of surprise. Nothing surprised Kokushibo however, even if he managed to fall over from the force of the two body slamming into him. His six eyes and years of experience made everything much easier to analyze, especially when it came to Douma and Akaza sneaking up behind him. He just so happened to know Douma was sneaking up behind him while Akaza was hiding behind a wall to his left. The lack of surprise didn’t work when Kokushibo got pounced on, Akaza digging rather roughly into his ribs while Douma lightly squeezed at his sides. It tickled but not enough for Kokushibo to break once again and they didn’t tickle him long enough to get the desired reaction.

“Give it up already, Douma! He’s not ticklish.” Akaza grumbled, walking away. “You’re too persistent.”

“He’s gotta be!! Everyone is ticklish somewhere!” Douma whined, childishly stomping off after Akaza who seemed to have lost hope. “We won’t stop until we have discovered your tickle spot, Kokushibo dono!! Mark my words!!”

Chuckling with amusement, Kokushibo smirked. “I’d like to see you two try and break me. From my point of view, it seems as if Akaza here is too weak minded for this little game of yours to continue. Looks to me like you will never find out if I am ticklish.”

“I am NOT weak minded!!” Akaza cried, whipping his body around and giving Kokushibo a death glare.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to find out if I’m ticklish then?” Kokushibo asked, smirking as Akaza glared at him. “You said you were gonna give up, or did I not hear you right?”

“Oh trust me, we DO want to discover if you’re ticklish!” Douma said, elbowing Kokushibo while leaning against him, an arm thrown around the taller demon’s shoulders. “If you are ticklish, Akaza dono and I can finally defeat you in a sparring match!”

“That’s a big IF.” Kokushibo scoffed. “First, you must discover if I am ticklish or not. Second of all, I’m not against sparring with you two, but when did you want to defeat me in a sparring match?”

Douma simply laughed. “I decided that just now.”

“Of course you did…good luck with that. Akaza here seems a bit discouraged. Maybe give him a little pep talk or something.” Kokushibo teased, shoving Douma towards his partner in crime. “I look forward to the next failed tickle attack from you two.”

“Why do you sound like you want to be tickled…?” Akaza asked, raising an eyebrow. “You seem a little too enthusiastic with this notion of us launching these tickle attacks on you…”

“I really am just amused that you two are working together for once without trying to kill each other. What’s amusing to me is the fact that Douma’s the persistent one and you’re already giving up. Hence why I said you’re weak minded.” Kokushibo responded, noticing Akaza’s eyes narrow.

A vein suddenly popped out of Akaza’s forehead, clearly indicating that the red haired demon was mad. Kokushibo disappeared within an instant, his genuine laugh echoing throughout the room despite him being long gone. Teasing Akaza was so much fun!

Akaza snarled and grabbed Douma by the collar of his shirt, startling the demon for a moment. “We are gonna find that tickle spot of his, dammit!! I am NOT weak minded!! How dare he say that!!”

Douma leaned back, feeling Akaza’s spit hit him in the face.

“I’m determined as well, Akaza dono and I have no doubt that your mind is strong…but can you please back up? You’re doing that spit thing again. You do that whenever you get angry and speak incredibly fast…” Douma responded, yelping as Akaza shoved him away.

“Fuck you…” he growled. “Let’s just figure out our next plan.”

After a few days, the two found Kokushibo sitting silently, alone. His back had been turned towards the entrance, inviting the mischievous duo to attack. Akaza sensed that Kokushibo was very distracted, noticing he failed to acknowledge them immediately like he’d normally do. Maybe he didn’t sense them enter the room. As Douma tiptoed, Akaza following close behind, Kokushibo’s voice finally broke the silence.

“Do you two need something?” he asked, facing away from them still. “I know it’s you, Akaza, Douma.”

“How do you know it’s Douma and Akaza?” Douma asked, clearly failing to understand they’ve been caught.

“I know who is in this room based on their intention to try and launch another sneaky tickle attack.” Kokushibo snorted, moving an object away from him before taking out a piece of fabric.

The two gave up sneaking and walked over, peering over Kokushibo’s shoulders to see a wooden flute. It had been sliced clean in half, the cut of a skilled samurai’s katana. Akaza and Douma looked at each other and shrugged, unsure of what value it meant to Kokushibo but they weren’t going to ask. Kokushibo wasn’t the type who spoke about his feelings or his past and while Akaza would lend an ear, he also knew Douma didn’t want to listen to another demon’s burdens. He listens to his followers moan and groan about their lives daily and came to the Infinity Castle often due to wanting to escape from his cult for a bit.

They watched as Kokushibo gently and meticulously wrapped the broken flute back up in the gorgeous cloth and placed it to the side, placing it further away from the duo in case they decided to get a little rough and body slam him to the floor like they did the last time. Looking at Douma, the rainbow eyed demon nodded and walked around, facing Kokushibo and smiled. To Akaza’s amusement, Kokushibo gave a small grin in response.

“I’m guessing you want to try again?” Kokushibo chuckled, holding his arms out. “Go ahead. I know you two won’t succeed.”

“Ohhh…getting cocky, huh?” Akaza sneered, watching as Douma hovered his hands inches above his stomach. “I know Douma and I will prove you wrong!!”

Without another word, Akaza shoved his hands under Kokushibo’s arms as Douma began to dig into his stomach. As they expected, Kokushibo didn’t laugh but they noticed his body stiffened the moment they began tickling. It was a small movement, something that could potentially go unnoticed, but they were determined to make the upper rank laugh. This made the two demons conclude that Kokushibo was ticklish, just holding his laughter in. Now more determined, they tickled with different speeds and techniques, experimentally tickling new places other than his ribs and sides.

Feeling their tactics suddenly change, Kokushibo pursed lips, something that didn’t go unnoticed. Douma smirked and Akaza grinned as Kokushibo arched his back feeling hands squeeze at his hips and fingers rubbing circles into his armpits. As he leaned against Akaza’s chest, Douma experimented more, tickling at Kokushibo’s legs. Squeezing up and down his thighs caused a few squirms and Akaza tickled at his neck, grinning as the demon let out a gasp, struggling to keep his laughter down while he shrugged his shoulders up.

“You’re gonna break soon! We know it!” Akaza growled, gently squeezing Kokushibo’s shoulder blades. “I can see that smile forming!”

“N-nope!” Kokushibo argued, defiantly so. “This doesn’t tickle! In fact, sorry to inform you two of this but you both are terrible at tickling! I guess the others are just deathly ticklish or something!”

Douma and Akaza both let out offended gasps, looking at each other before glaring playfully at Kokushibo.

“WHAT?!?” Douma cried, offended that someone thought his tickling powers sucked. “I’m a master tickler! How rude!! Just ask Akaza dono here! I can make him laugh in less than five seconds!”

“And I can make Douma, Rui and Enmu scream bloody murder if I don’t give them a half assed tickle!” Akaza added. “How dare you insult our tickling powers, especially when we decide to combine them!! For the first time, we aren’t arguing with one another, be grateful for this, you asshole!”

Knowing they had him moments from breaking, they tickled him more relentlessly, Akaza using his fingers to dig into the spaces between each rib and crawl up to his armpits while Douma decided to attempt a tickle attack on Kokushibo’s feet, risking a kick in the face should he decide to kick.

Akaza got to the top set of ribs, alternating from gently scribbling to squeezing and digging his fingers into the swordsman’s flesh. Kokushibo sputtered as Douma grabbed his feet, the sensations slowly growing more unbearable. He finally let out a soft giggle that would’ve gone unnoticed if the two hadn’t been desperately searching for his laughter.

“He giggled!!” Akaza gasped, grinning at Douma. “Douma, help me flip him onto his stomach! Maybe he will break easier if he can’t see where the attack will land!”

“Good thinking, Akaza dono!” Douma exclaimed, helping Upper Moon Three flip Kokushibo. “C’mon Koku dono! Onto your stomach!”

Once on his stomach, the two wasted no time, Akaza tickling up and down his sides quickly while Douma gently stroked a single finger up and down the bottom of Kokushibo’s left foot. Kokushibo’s arms clamped down onto Akaza’s hands and he flinched rather suddenly as Douma’s fingers stroked up and down the bottoms of his feet. Unable to hold in his giggles, Kokushibo let out an exhale, a soft giggle leaving his lips, hoping for it to have gone unnoticed. It didn’t much to the demon’s disappointment and the tickling paused briefly before Akaza and Douma laughed and gave each other a high five.

“He broke!!” they both cried, pumping their fists into the air with a victorious cheer.

“Laugh for us some more, Koku dono!” Douma whispered, scribbling along the soles of his feet while Akaza searched for a sweet spot along his sides.

Now unable to hold his laughter in, Kokushibo let the dam break. His laughter filled the room, causing Akaza to smile genuinely and Douma to laugh right along with him. It was a rare sight to see Kokushibo of all the demons laughing himself silly, but Douma and Akaza both knew that he wasn’t going to kill them for this, if anything, it seemed like a perfect distraction from whatever had been bothering him moments earlier.

“He has such a nice laugh, doesn’t he?” Akaza chuckled, finding a sweet spot just above Kokushibo’s hips. “And I think this is a weak spot…he’s laughing really hard!”

“Mhm!! His laugh is so cute!! It appears our superior has very ticklish feet as well! Honestly, Akaza dono, don’t you find it hilarious how Koku dono hasn’t asked us to stop yet?” Douma prompted, grinning as Akaza gasped and looked down at Kokushibo.

“Flip him onto his back!” Akaza ordered, Douma wasting no time helping flip the swordsman over. “Kokushibo, do you perhaps like being tickled?? You haven’t said “stop” or begged for mercy yet!”

They looked at Kokushibo’s flushed face, his bangs fell in front of his face and his ponytail slowly falling out. Giggling, Kokushibo looked at Akaza, a genuine, happy smile on his normally stoic face.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten tickled, Akaza. It’s not an unpleasant sensation like a bunch of you state.” Kokushibo replied bluntly, propping himself up with his elbows. “In fact, it was always a fun experience for me personally.”

Akaza shoved Kokushibo down and curled his thumbs into the spot right above his hips, Douma grabbing onto Kokushibo’s hipbones, rubbing his thumbs in circles against the bones. The tickling brought out Kokushibo’s hysterical belly laugh once more, his adorable squeals echoing throughout the room.

“Alright, since you are enjoying this, we will not stop until you’ve had enough!!” Douma giggled, grinning as Kokushibo’s feet kicked out from behind.

“GYAAAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAIT!!” Kokushibo cried, grabbing Akaza’s wrists. “PLEHEHEASE!! WAHAHAIT!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!!”

After a few more minutes of tickling his hips, Kokushibo was begging for mercy, his hair messy and his laughter now silent and squeaky. Douma wanted to keep going but Akaza knew better and stopped his partner in crime. They released their superior, laughing as he curled into a tight ball, laughing until he managed to compose himself.

“Wasn’t that fun, Koku dono?” Douma exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“Y-yes…it was q-quite and experience!” Kokushibo gasped, chuckling as he sat up. “I haven’t been tickled in a long time and haven’t laughed like that in ages…it felt good.”

“So can we tickle you whenever we want?” Douma asked, his eyes widening as Kokushibo grabbed Akaza and held him tightly to his chest.

“No, you don’t have permission to constantly launch tickle attacks on me.” he replied, tickling Akaza’s sides. “Now I think you two should let me tickle you! It wouldn’t be fair if I let you two go, now would it?”

Akaza let out a loud scream, holding his hand out, begging Douma for help. “DOHOHOUMA!! HEHEHELP!!! AAAHAHAHAA!!” he cried, clamping his arms down as Kokushibo tickled his armpits.

“Hell no! It’s you or me, Akaza dono!” Douma laughed, attempting to run only to suddenly find himself grabbed and dragged right next to Akaza, Kokushibo pushing the two of them to the floor. Douma forgot that Kokushibo was the fastest demon of them all.

Upper Moon One had a smug grin on his face, throwing a leg over the two, sitting on their waists. Douma gulped nervously, well aware that Kokushibo knew where they both were ticklish, having tickled them many times prior to their shenanigans. Bursting into laughter, Douma screamed as Kokushibo grabbed his sides, tickling relentlessly for a few seconds before attacking Akaza with his right hand.

“Maybe you two will think again before launching another tickle attack on me.” Kokushibo chuckled, clawing at Akaza’s stomach while his fingers crawled up and down Douma’s ribs.

The two laughing demons knew they definitely would team up again and launch another tickle attack on him, just not anytime soon. They needed to survive Kokushibo’s merciless tickling before they planned another attack.

[snailpebbles]

Promises Unkept

Carl Grimes x Reader

fluff to angst <3 enjoy babes and I'm sorry in advance lol

not proofread we die like him 🦅🇺🇸‼️

*****

You're taking a walk with Carl through Alexandria, just talking casually. Sneakily, you pluck a handful of leaves off a tree and toss them at the boy, who immediately looks at you.

"Oh you're so dead" Carl grins before tackling you onto the grass. You both wrestle around and he ends up getting the upper hand, now hovering overtop of you.

"Apologize for throwing leaves at me!" Carl grins, now tickling you.

You laugh, squirming underneath him as your stomach begins cramping from laughing too much.

"Never! This is a form of torture asshole!" you manage to say through laughs and wheezes. Carl doesn't stop, continuing to mercilessly tickle you.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry!!" you plead, sighing in relief when he stops his assault of tickles. Carl grins victoriously and goes to speak, until you both realize just how close your faces are.

"I guess I forgive you" Carl smiles, but your heart starts racing for a different reason. He just glanced at your lips, not even being sly about it.

After both of you are silent for a long moment, you look at his too because you couldn't resist the urge.

"I give you full permission to kill me if you don't like this.." Carl mumbles. Before you can ask what he means, his lips are on yours and suddenly surviving this long was worth it.

His lips are slightly chapped you notice, and both of you fumble a little awkwardly before settling into a rhythm. His hand slides behind your head as he gently lifts you into a sitting position, not once breaking the sweet kiss.

Once you both pull away and catch your breaths, you lift his chin to look at you.

"I think I win" you smile cheekily and Carl rolls his eyes playfully. When he lifts his hand and brushes some dirt off your cheek, you swear you've just ascended to heaven.

"How about we call it a tie?" He says quietly, already leaning in for another kiss. You just nod and happily give him another kiss, holding his face close.

"You're so pretty" Carl says after the kiss ends and you both sit close to one another. His heart swells when he feels how warm your face gets under his hand.

"I really like you, and uh- well you know what I mean." You say a little nervously. Carl grins and tilts in head in mock confusion.

"I've been told I'm kinda dumb, so what do you mean?" He asks, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. You huff, rolling your eyes at his teasing.

"I like, like like you. Why else would I kiss you doofus?" You flick his forehead and he laughs, kissing your cheek.

"Yeah yeah.. I like like you too." His soft smile melts the annoyed smile right off your face and you just have to kiss him. Carl chuckles when you lean in and kiss him gently, but reciprocates regardless.

"so.. we're together now?" Carl looks a little more shy when he asks that clarification, but his face breaks out into a smile when you nod.

"Yes!!" His cheering makes you laugh, finding it both adorable and painfully cheesy. Carl's eyes fall onto you and his smile widens somehow, your own smiling doing the same when his takes your hands in his.

"Promise to not break my heart?" He grins, tilting his head in a way you love.

"I promise you dork." you reply, shaking your head and giggling.

Your first mistake you'd later realize, was not having him make that same promise.

****

After 4 months of being together, you'd noticed Carl had been slowly withdrawing from you.

Today was the last time you could deal with one of his shitty excuses. As you mentally prepared yourself for the conversation about to occur, Carl walked into your room.

"Hey love- woah what's up?" He asks, sounding a little concerned at your serious expression. Internally he panics that someone might've died or something. You pat the spot next to you on your bed and he gingerly sits down.

"I'm not gonna beat around the bush - why have you been so distant? I mean, you used to be so loving and attentive, but now I'm lucky if I get a kiss!" You watch as his face hardens, making you curl in on yourself internally. Carl's shoulders stiffen, his entire body tensing once he speaks.

"Since you wanna be blunt - I've come to realize I'm not ready for a relationship, and that you can't provide what I need." He admits, the twisting hands in his lap betraying his stiffness. Your heart plummets and breaks, that burning flame of love for him sputtering out.

"But.. but I- you can't just do this Carl!" You exclaim, tears already lining your hurt eyes. Carl looks at you apologetically, kisses your cheek and stands up. It's like the world came crashing down. You promised and he.. he never did. When you realize this, you scream in your head at the universes cruel foreshadowing.

"I hope you find someone good for you." is the last thing the boy you love says before he leaves, taking pieces of your heart and soul with him.

You never did break your promise, you couldn't.

His heart couldn't be broken by you because he never truly gave it to you.

****

this is based off my character ai RP I'm doing lol and oh boy, it hurts ‼️‼️

yeah I'm not sorry, and neither is Carl

ITS CHANDLER RIGGS BRIRHDAY !!!!!!