#it's not that I... um. I mean. I do get in lee moods too...

[guppygiggles]

_smiles, leans forward a little and boops your nose_

N’aww, your brainrot mode is rather adorable

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...The urge to tickle someone to pieces is still actively torturing me, right now... 😭

[jeonginsleftcheek]

A relaxing evening

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, roommates to lovers

word count: 3.2k

warnings: soft dom lix, big dick lix, sensual massage, clit play, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, one light spank, not proofread (lmk if i missed something)

a/n: after spending a month writing a literal 70k+ book for hyunjin i hit a bit of a writer's block and who better to get me out of it than my very own muse, lee felix😏

~ Masterlist

To say you've had a horrible day was an understatement.

You've had the worst day that actually stretched and turned into the worst week.

Your boss was on your neck constantly, there was so much work to do which made you stay at the company working overtime and coming home late.

To make matters worse, everyone was angry and annoyed, so the conflict at work grew into a displeasing feeling that had you desperate for any kind of relief, even just a free afternoon to nap.

Felix, your roommate and friend, noticed how you came home later than usually and more drained day after day, the dark circles under your eyes getting progressively darker as the week came to an end.

Finally, Friday came around and you were barely standing on your feet when you walked into the apartment.

Felix is sitting on the couch, probably playing some games before sleep as you shuck off your shoes.

"Hi, sugar plum."- he snickers when he hears you groaning behind him, his head falling backwards to catch a glimpse of you.

"Please, don't start. I'm not in the mood."- you say tiredly.

Usually you throw disgustingly cute nicknames back and forth at each other but your brain was short-circuiting so bad that even thinking of a nickname for your friend was hard.

Felix exhales, pouting as he gets up and makes his way to you, helping you take off your blazer.

"I'll heat up some dinner."- he says and you nod, not even bothering to answer because the last ounce of strength you have is focused on standing upright.

You follow him to the kitchen to drink some water, and Felix looks at your tired frame, feeling sad that you're so down, instead of being your usual self, the one that jokes around and yaps away with him until the early morning.

"Why don't you sit down?"- he guides you to the chair and you sit wordlessly.

"My whole body hurts."- is what you say after a few moments of silence, as Felix waits for the dinner to warm up, his eyes trained outside the window.

"And my mind too."- you add as he looks at you and you notice the sympathetic smile he gives you.

"Well..."- Felix starts as he takes the food out on a plate. "I could prepare you a nice warm bath."

"You would do that?"- you ask, in your tired state you feel emotional and tears prick at your eyes.

"Of course I would."- he smiles, the sweet expression on his face as he brings you dinner makes you feel a little bit healed already.

"You're an angel, Lixie."- you smile as he squeezes your shoulder.

"I don't know about that."- he chuckles shyly, his freckled cheeks becoming rosy instantly.

You shake your head with a fond smile as he makes his way to the bathroom while you finally have a normal warm meal after the lunch you ate at work.

Hunger takes you over and you finish eating quickly, just in time for Felix to come back.

"Oh, you're done already?"- he asks.

"Don't judge me."- you say and he chuckles.

"No, I'm not judging, just wondering if you're still hungry. I could make you something else?"

"No, no don't worry, Lix. I'm ready for that relaxing bath."- you smile and he nods, biting on his lip.

"Um, can I suggest something?"- he asks as you stand up and you tilt your head at him.

"What is it?"- you ask curiously.

"You know I have some knowledge about massaging. I could help you relieve your stress with a full body massage." - Felix says and your eyes widen. "I mean if you're comfortable with it. You don't have to... ugh forget it."- he seems embarassed suddenly and you chuckle.

"A free full body massage? Sign me up."- you smirk.

"Who said it was free?"- he smirks back at you.

"Oh, so you're gonna charge me for your services, hm?"- you joke and he laughs.

"No, of course not. I'm just joking."- he says. "Go enjoy the bath I prepared, before it gets cold."- he adds and you make your way to the bathroom.

As soon as you walk in, you gasp, Felix has really made an effort.

He put your favorite bath bomb with bubbles into the water, lit your favorite scented candle and even adjusted the lighting to be less attacking on your tired eyes.

You strip in no time, throwing all your clothes inside the hamper and getting into the bath as quickly as you could.

The water is still warm and it feels wonderful to submerge your weary body into the relaxing feeling.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back on a towel as you feel the relaxation slowly taking you over, traveling through your limbs and making you feel weightless.

The warm and cozy atmosphere that Felix created have you almost falling asleep in the bath as your body slips a little and you sit up with a start, your eyes snapping open.

"Y/n? You okay?"- you hear Felix on the other side of the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll be out soon."

"Okay, I prepared everything for the massage."- he says and you giggle to yourself.

You don't feel too nervous being practically naked in front of Felix as you have known him for a long time and since you've been roommates you have seen each other naked on accident a few times.

He even gave you a few shoulder and back massages when you were in pain from sitting at your desk for too long but he never suggested a full body one.

Curious about it and ready to relax completely, you shower and dry off quickly, putting a bathrobe on and leaving to your room.

"Lix?"- you peek inside and see that he has fluffed up your bed, lit another scented candle and a few normal ones just to add to the atmosphere, and prepared some massage oils.

"Damn, you went all out."- you chuckle.

"I wanna make you feel better."- he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter a little as you make your way towards the bed.

The two of you stand awkwardly for a few moments before both of you chuckle.

"I should undress, right?"- you smile and Felix nods quickly before turning his back to you and covering his eyes for a good measure.

"Tell me when you're ready to start."- his voice is muffled behind his palms and you giggle as you take the robe off.

You lay down on your stomach, pulling a towel that Felix prepared over your backside and private parts, getting comfy on the soft bed.

"I'm ready."- you say when you find a nice position, your forehead pressed against the end of the pillow so you can breathe, your arms on either sides of you, aligning with your body.

Felix bites on his lip as his eyes roam on your body shamelessly.

"Lix?"- you say and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yes, let me grab some lavender oil. It's good for relaxing."- he announces and you mutter, ready to just enjoy having his skilful hands on you.

Felix kneels next to you, as you feel the bed dip and hear him opening the little bottle of oil.

Some light music is playing in the background and you exhale a hundred worries as soon as his fingers press on your shoulders.

"Mm Lixie."- you moan instantly, making his gut stir but he shakes it off, wanting to focus only on your well-being.

His thumbs circle your flesh slowly, going up to the sides of your neck and down the top of your shoulders before pressing back to the original spot, circling it and taking off the stiffness you feel from spending long hours at your desk.

Little moans of relaxation keep coming out of your mouth and Felix's sweatpants get tighter, as your body visibly relaxes.

Working his way down your back, he keeps adding oil and finding the most painful spots skilfully and relieving you of your pain, as if it was his actual career.

"God, Lixie, you're so good."- you whimper, smushing your face into the pillow for a moment.

"I know."- Felix smirks, making you chuckle.

And he does know. He knows exactly which pressure points are located where so when his fingers press into your lower back, just a bit above your ass, you feel a wave wash over you.

"Oh."- you exclaim a little but Felix never acknowledges it, smirking behind you as he gently massages your lower back.

You start feeling a bit hot, aroused even as he continues his ministrations, fingertips barely dipping to the swell of your ass.

Your breathing is slow and deep, your body completely relaxed as you left yourself in Felix's precious hands.

Felix shuffles a little, you hear more oil being opened before you feel his hands on your foot.

"Good?"- he checks in on you and you whimper as he presses and continues bringing you relaxing touches.

"Perfect."- you half-whisper, your mind floaty, all the stress from the week forgotten, no thoughts, just Felix.

Felix, with his soft hands and deep voice, his pretty smile and adorable freckles.

Wait.

Why are you thinking of him like that?

You don't know why, and you don't care as his hands slide above your ankle, he presses four fingers on your skin as if he's measuring something on the inner side before he finds a pressure point and starts working on it.

As soon as his finger finds that spot, you shiver, feeling yourself getting aroused the more he keeps circling that spot.

You would feel embarassed but you're so relaxed that you couldn't care less, your body melting even further into the bed, your arms coming up on either sides of your head as you gently fist the sheets beneath you.

Felix smirks, massaging the point harder, making your arousal drip between your folds, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He notices your slight squirming and that lets him know he's got you right where he wanted you.

He lets go for now, hands sliding up to massage your tired muscles.

At this point, you're aroused, wishing he would touch you where you need him the most and you want to press your legs together but you don't want him to notice that.

Felix already knows, after all, his touches were purposeful and he has wanted you for so long, wanted to be the one to make you feel good.

"Lix."- his nickname almost sounds like a whimper as he runs his hands on the back of your thighs.

"You okay?"- he asks, his fingertips dipping between your legs, touching your inner thighs as he gently starts massaging the flesh.

This is the last straw, your slick is now gushing out and you start feeling embarassed, wondering if he can see it or smell it.

"I-I'm fine."- you whimper as he keeps massaging your thighs.

"You sure?"- he asks, hands sliding up, close to your core and you lean into his touch as you grip the sheets.

"N-no."- you whimper.

"What's wrong?"- Felix smirks, fingertips brushing your asscheeks.

"I- um... I'm horny."- you turn your head sideways to look at him and he hovers over you.

"I know. You're kinda obvious."- he says and you whine.

"You did this on purpose."- you say as he runs his hands on your lower back and waist, making you shiver constantly as you feel ten times more sensitive than usually.

"Would you hate me if I did?"- he bites on his lip, his eyes big and pleading.

"No."- you whisper.

"You want me to continue?"- he asks and you nod.

"Please."

"How about a special massage?"- his voice is low as he slowly removes the towel. "Do I have your permission, angel?"

"Yeah."- you say, legs spreading slightly as you lift up your middle just a bit so he can touch you properly.

Felix groans at you presenting your wetness to him, your forehead buried in the pillow again as you anticipate his touches.

His hands are on your ass, as he gropes and massages them before his fingertips dip between your legs, sliding through your wet folds.

"L-Lixie."- you whimper as he touches you teasingly, fingers gently rubbing around your pussy and towards your other hole, down to your inner thighs again.

You push back into him and he gently grabs your hip.

"Don't move, my honey bee."- he says and you snort.

"Alright, pumpkin pie."- you retort.

"Let me do all the work, you just relax."- he says, fingers sliding through your dripping folds repeatedly, making you clench around nothing constantly, before he finally presses into your clit.

"Mm."- you moan when he starts sliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clit, swollen with arousal and coated in your slick.

You moan quietly as Felix keeps massaging your sensitive clit slowly, up and down, left and right and then circling it and gently pinching it, occasionally dipping his fingertips into your cunt to gather more of your arousal.

You've never had anyone touch you this gently, it was usually a guy just flicking your clit fast when you're about to cum and while that does feel nice, this was a different kind of nice.

You felt tortured in a good way, like Felix was constantly dangling your orgasm in front of your eyes but never letting you get to it.

So much arousal kept gushing out of your pussy that for a moment you thought you were cumming as he kept pressing his fingers into your clit, playing your body expertly, like he's done this many times before.

"Lix- I wanna cum."- you whimper.

"I know love, but be patient. Just a bit more, I promise it's gonna feel amazing."- he coos at you, fingers working your nub faster and with more pressure.

You push back into him again and he grabs your hip as he starts flicking your swollen clit fast.

"Lixie, ah!"- you whine loudly, your slick coating his hand.

"I need you inside me!"- you add, holding onto the sheets.

"Mhm, later. I know you can cum just from this."- he says, as you keep jolting and whining.

You can't believe it's happening but your orgasm hits you like a wave, as you spill onto his hand, moaning loudly as he keeps massaging your sensitive nub.

"Oh fuck!"- you whimper when he slides his fingers to your folds.

"Interested in a deeper massage?"- his voice is low and dark as he leans down to your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Mm, please Lixie."- you moan.

He slowly pushes two of his fingers into your sopping cunt, taking him in greedily as you were so relaxed and ready to receive.

Felix adjusts his position between your legs and it doesn't take him long to find your gummy spot.

"Lix!"- you groan when he starts gently fucking into it.

"Feels good?"- he asks, his lips brushing your ear as he scissors you open.

"Heavenly."- you moan out as he fucks you slowly, effectively massaging your walls, making your pussy clench on his fingers constantly, begging for more.

"Just relax."- he says as you keep pushing back on his hand, slowly fucking yourself on his fingers.

"I said relax."- he chuckles, lightly smacking your ass.

You gasp, calming down immediately, surprised by his commanding tone and actions.

You never thought your shy Felix would be handling you like this as you present yourself to him, to use you freely as he wants.

But all he actually wants is to bring you pleasure like you've never felt before, making sure to ruin every man for you so you only belong to him.

Eventually he speeds up, his fingers perfectly hitting your sweet spot and driving you insane, as you drip around him, the wet sounds are so loud that it makes you feel even more aroused.

Felix leans down and unexpectedly starts kissing and gently biting the flesh on your ass as he holds your hip and ruts his fingers fast into you.

"Ah, ah, Lix- Lixie, ah! Felix!"- you moan desperately as you tremble, squirting a fountain as he keeps on fucking into you, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can, teeth sinking into your flesh as you squirm under him.

"Oh..."- you're speechles when he pulls out, you can't feel your legs and your ears are ringing.

"You with me, angel?"- Felix hovers above you as he caresses your head gently.

"That was the best orgasm ever."- you exhale.

"Told you I wanna make you feel better."- he smirks, hearing you praise him boosts his ego and makes his cock twitch and throb painfully inside his tight boxers.

"Is there more?"- you chuckle making him laugh and he gently turns you to lay on your back.

"If you want, I can offer more special massages."- he smirks as his eyes roam all over your body, his hands squeezing your thighs and massaging them gently.

You look down to see his dick straining in his pants.

He follows your eyes and looks down too, just as you hook your fingers in his pants.

"I want your cock, Lixie."- you say as you slowly slide his pants down.

"You do?"- he looks a bit surprised and you giggle.

"Mhm."- you say as you finally free him.

"Oh."- you gasp. "You're a grower."- you add with a smirk.

"Oh shut up."- he looks embarassed suddenly and you start giggling again.

"Come here and kiss me first."- you say and his eyes soften as he leans down to kiss you sloppily, your tongues crashing against each other, his heavy cock pressed against you.

"So pretty."- you bit on his lip as your hands wrap around his length.

"What, my cock?"- he chuckles.

"Mhm. Want it so bad."- you whimper, and Felix groans lowly.

"You can have it, angel. Anything you need."- he says as he slowly pushes inside you.

"Mm. More."- your legs wrap around him, making him hit deeper as he keeps pushing his length inside you until he fills you up to the brim.

"Feeling relaxed?"- he asks, his hand coming up to brush your hair behind your ear and gently touch your face.

"Mhm, I have no thoughts at all."- you give him a smile and he chuckles quietly.

"Then, let's keep it that way."- he says as he slowly starts sliding his cock against your walls.

Felix keeps working hard to make you satisified and relaxed, to get you into a state of pure bliss, even if it means putting his own pleasure at the back shelf as he makes you cum on his cock over and over again.

He fucks you until you're shaking and crying, gripping at his biceps and clawing at his back, whimpering how sensitive you are, your pussy sloppy and shaped to fit his cock, which is when he finally lets go, cumming inside you hard, filling you up with his hot cum.

And when you fall asleep in his arms, a small blissful smile on your face, Felix knows he has accomplished his mission.

And he will do it again in a heartbeat, anything to make you feel better.

✨Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @laylasbunbunny @porangporangmeong @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @simpforleeknaur @laughatdanger

[k-zuzu]

스트레이키즈

b.C, l.MH, k.SM, i.N 𖹭 gn!reader

my enemy.

synopsis: they eventually give in after years of hatred, rivalry, and built-up tension only to get caught by another member.

content: (seperate) bang chan, lee know, seungmin, i.n x gn!reader, enemies 2 what?, suggestive themes/smut 18+ (minors do not interact), making out, grinding, no genitalia or pronouns specified for the reader but you are the bottom and exhibit bottom behavior, sexual frustration, fingering/handjob in bang chan's, masturbation, penetration, bratty!reader, getting caught, mean dom!lee know, reader is called a 'pretty princess' in lee know's, hair pulling, edging, name calling in i.n's, traumatized skz witnesses, self explanatory, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: maybe this should be a series... i wrote them with a reader who can't get along with them (and vice versa) because... well, that's kind of how enemies work. part 2 here!

main masterlist.

channie.

you never liked chan. he wasn't at your pace — too hard working, too selfless, too self deprecating. you were annoyed by the fact that he never took care of himself, and so you avoided him regardless of how you shared the same friend group. you didn't like surrounding yourself with "negative" people like him.

chan on the other hand, didn't like you because he thought you were a rude person — you wouldn't say please, you wouldn't say thank you, you actively ignored him/pretended you didn't hear him even when he spoke to you. he didn't care if you were nice to him, he just didn't like rude people.

it wasn't known that you two were enemies — it was unspoken between you and chan, and nobody in the group took notice because you never really talked, and so, when you two were the only ones left to watch over the dorm while the rest went back to family homes or their own secret affairs, what bang chan didn't expect was to hear small moans emerging from your bedroom late at night.

you knew he wouldn't be asleep at this time. he never slept. he was always working on something with his headphones on and you were feeling really sexually frustrated at the time. you assumed for sure he wouldn't be able to hear you if you struggled a bit, but unlike you expected, he heard every bit of it, and as much as he hated it, it turned him on more than he'd like to admit.

you weren't getting anywhere with your efforts, and when you heard a knock on your door it this time of night, it could only have been one person and that ruined your entire mood. "what?" you groaned. not getting your hand out of your pants because you knew chan wouldn't just walk in and you might as well have continued what you were doing the moment he would walk away from your room.

"...so, i'm trying to work on something, but your... noises aren't exactly helping me concentrate."

you blushed and immediately withdrew your hand, immediately sitting up. you didn't know how to respond and it was silent for a good few seconds.

"s-so i would appreciate it if you... um... i- i don't know, lowered it... a bit... thanks."

with that, you heard his footsteps fade away and retreat into his own dorm next to yours. you let out the large sigh you had been holding in and wondered how you would ever go back to sleep at this rate. or how you'd ever be able to masturbate in peace again.

you didn't know why, or where you even got the courage to, but you found yourself knocking on chan's door just moments after what happened. sure, you were embarrassed but you only had little of your dignity left and might as well have lost it all when he opened the door with a small crack and curiously looked at your nervous form.

"would it be alright if you... h-helped me?" you asked with a soft voice, bang chan stared at you, expression unwavering. to clarify, you stumbled over your next words. "i have been struggling lately, and—"

bang chan grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"and what do i get in return?" bang chan asked, voice gruff as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"...my silence for the next few weeks?" you attempted to make a deal.

"so i'll have to do this every time you're frustrated? just so i can work?" he clarified.

"does it sound like something you wanna do?"

"i guess we'll have to see first."

bang chan gently led your form to his bed, slamming you down and pinning you against the soft mattress, his hand rubbing down at your croch. you didn't know why but something about hating him up until this very moment was what turned you on most. without any more words, bang chan put his hand down your pyjamas the same way you had tried all night and continued to pleasure you better than you ever could have. if he hated you so much, why was he so good at making you feel loved?

"f-fuck, i'm so close." you whimpered, gripping onto the sheets beneath you as bang chan picked up his pace.

"yeah? you getting there, baby?" his hand never got tired. "d'you wanna do this all night?" why did he seem to enjoy pleasuring you like you enjoyed being pleasured? the mere thought brought you so close to your climax. "i could go all night, baby." he whispered in your ear, and with that, you pathetically came into your pants and on chan's big, rough hand.

you slowly turned your face to look at him, "i could go for a round 2—"

"hey, chan, i decided to come back early-" you both turned to see lee know who nonchalantly walked into the room, eyes glued to his phone as he set his bag down on the ground. chan quickly withdrew his hand from your pants, wiping it on his shirt as he stood up and walked around the side of the room while you sat up on the mattress, fixing your hair and looking at the oh-so-interesting floor. lee know looked up from his phone.

"oh, hi, y/n. what are you doing here?"

you nervously exchanged glances with chan and gulped before you could shrug and form a lie—

"oh my g- you guys fucked." lee know deadpanned, pointing at you, then chan, then you. "disgusting." he turned around and left the room. "chan's room reeks of sex now. this is totally going in the gc."

know.

it was easy to hate lee know. the moment you met him, you hated him in all sorts of ways — bad first impression, started off on the wrong foot, rubbed you off in the wrong way, and many more. you wanted to rip his guts out along with his cocky smirk, condescending voice, and dark gaze whenever he would make fun of you or judge literally anything you'd do.

lee know hated you because you were too pretty. you were too golden — everyone treated you like a princess and he hated it, he didn't think you deserved it. not that he was jealous or anything, he just believed you weren't worth all the effort and love the members gave you and assumed you were spoiled. your screaming matches were not uncommon in the dorms and lee know would always leave you stressed and pissed off to the point where you wanted to move out and he loved pushing you to that edge.

which is the exact reason you didn't know why he was pounding into you so good on the living room couch, your begs, moans, and mewls filling the silence of the dark, empty room.

"fuck," lee know cursed under his breath as he picked up his pace, you were clenching around his fat cock so good and after just a few thrusts, he was already so close to reaching his climax. "why are you so quiet now, hm? did the cat get your tongue?" he leaned in closer to put a soft kiss on your lips, prying them open and gently biting your tongue. "hm?" he pulled away.

it's that condescending 'hm' again that gets you. what used to irritate you so much turned you on right now even more.

"hngg...n.. pl- please..." you whimpered. "please, let me cum," you silently begged, voice being interrupted with each harsh thrust lee know pushed into you, you were getting closer and closer to cumming and you just wanted lee know to let you.

"oh, you're begging? that's so unexpected of a spoiled brat who always gets what they want." lee know abruptly pulled out and roughly grabbed your hair, pushing your head into the couch. "but you're not getting it tonight, understand?"

before you could form another response, another weak plead, a form had walked into the room and turned on the bright lights. "WOAAAAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" bang chan screeched, you and lee know looked over to see him covering his eyes. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, PEOPLE, GET A ROOM." he sobbed and left the room in a rush. lee know chuckled a bit before getting off of you, zipping up, and walking back to his dorm.

"i guess we'll pick this up another time."

minnie.

you fucking hated kim seungmin. he was the bane of your existence and making fun of you was the entertainment of his. tripping you, judging your every major life decision and move, and overall making your life a living hell. today, you were at the dorm to rant to changbin about your recent breakup, and seungmin just had to be in the same room, making his coffee and listening on the conversation.

"you need to focus on yourself," changbin advised with a soft voice, gently rubbing your back as you gripped your hair in frustration. "i need to use the toilet real quick, be back." he left the room.

"what was it about you that's so unlovable?" seungmin suddenly inquired as he walked in the room leaning on the doorframe as he stirred his coffee. "is it because you're an asshole? or because you suck overall?... wait... oh, shittt." seungmin covered his mouth, standing up straight. "are you just straight up awful in bed?"

"dude, do you ever just shut the fuck up?" you slammed your hand on the table.

"if you ever need help to learn how to be better in bed, just know i'm right here to-"

"seungmin, i swear, leave the room right now before anything else happens. i'm not in the mood."

"y/n, no joke, i fuck." he placed his cup down on the table and sat in front of you, cross legged. "c'mon, what do you need help with?"

"it's not the sex-" you paused and started to think about it. "i...is it?" you tilted your head.

"come on," seungmin gestured for you to come to him, and subconsciously you found yourself doing so, crawling closer until you were in his lap. "what is it you need help with?" he repeated the earlier question, only this time he was softer, sweeter. unlike the seungmin you always knew.

you were nervous, so you just shook your head.

"use your words, baby." he whispered.

just as you were gonna respond to him, you felt his boner against yourself and you couldn't form a coherent thought. "i- i..." your voice was breathy and you tried to pry yourself off of him out of your anxiety, but his grip kept you in place. "i don't know..." you managed to say.

"can i kiss you?" he asked.

you nodded your head, and he gently connected your lips together in a silent bliss before deepening the kiss, he pulled away to mumble, "i'm gonna teach you a few things tonight." before smashing your lips back together. why is such an asshole so good at kissing? the whole situation turned you on to a point where you felt a little guilty, but you started slowly grinding on seungmin's hard-on, letting out small moans into his mouth.

"okay, y/n—" changbin walked into the room. "woah- woah," he rushed over and dragged you away from seungmin. "Y/N! I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR TWO MINUTES AND YOU ALREADY TRY TO HOOK UP WITH YOUR ENEMY?!"

i.nnie

you and i.n constantly fought for the position of best maknae and it went from a harmless fight for the love of your seniors to a personal vendetta against one another. you would bicker over the pettiest stuff like getting the last of the juice or who gets to use the tv remote, but each argument would last from hours to days or even weeks before you find a new thing to be petty about and fight over.

today, what you were fighting over was different. the topic went from "who was the better kisser?" to "who was the best at having sex?"

"why? i've had many people tell me that i 'rock their world.' it's equal pleasure for both parties when i'm there, they don't have to fake it just as i don't." you argued.

"so what? words are words." i.n nonchalantly shrugged and disregarded your argument. "i bet you i can fake cumming if i fucked you." he blurted out.

"really? wanna bet?" you smirked, taking a step toward him. you could see him nervously gulp his saliva.

and that's how you ended up in his bed, with you sitting down on his fully hard cock. "shit." i.n whimpered. "i- i didn't know a- a slut like you could be so tight..." he held back his groan.

"awh... are you gonna cum already? i thought you could fake it..." you taunted as you bounced once on his dick.

"w-wait!" i.n leaned forward and grabbed your hips in place, looking down in between you and how you connected. "j-just wait." he whispered. you looked into each other's eyes for a moment before he used his strength to pull you off of him, he flipped you over and pushed his dick back inside you. "i wanna fuck you."

"hey— that wasn't the deal, i was supposed to be the one who-" i.n put his hand over your mouth and began pounding into you relentlessly, you wanted to interject but it felt too good.

"just tap me twice if you don't like it." he whispered and kept his hand over your mouth before slipping three of his fingers inside and playing with your tongue and saliva. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet room, i.n went faster and faster thrusting inside you. you whimpered against his fingers and he did his best to keep his moans quiet, only letting out occassional sighs and groans.

you could feel your high approaching and you could tell i.n was also reaching his with how his pace became inconsistent and a bit jittery. "sh...shit..." he whimpered as he came into you, and you were about to reach your climax as well when the door abruptly slammed open, causing i.n to stop his movement and you both snapped your heads toward the man standing in the frame — fucking seungmin.

"yo, hey, hEy, hEY, HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOiNG?!" his voice cracked as he processed the sight before him, pointing at the two of you i.n leaned over and grabbed a pillow next to your head.

"GET OUT!" he yelled, reaching for the sheets to cover you up.

"GET OFF OF EACH OTHER FIRST!" seungmin made no effort in covering his eyes (for his or your sake) or lowering his voice as he stared, wide-eyed at the sight.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

[becomingmina]

TAKE YOUR OWN PHOTOS, BABY. w/ LEE FELIX.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: felix x female reader genre + warnings: new relationship, reader's previous relationship mentioned, felix needs reassurance, a little bit of teasing, suggestive, acts of sex mentioned wc: 1.3k mina's note: Reader loves Felix a lot ok guys, she’s obsessed with him. Um. Just had a thought and I hope you guys like it 🥲

other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

“Are you jealous?” You tease your boyfriend as you sat on his bed looking up at him.

Felix ignores you and pulls his shirt over his head before throwing it to the side. He leans in and reaches for his towel that was beside you but you grabbed it before he could.

“No, I’m not letting you shower until you admit it,” you demanded.

“So what if I’m jealous?” He responded standing up towering over you.

“I think it’s hot how bothered and possessive you get about my past relationship baby,” you don’t break eye contact.

Something about the way his clenches his jaws, the way his eyes and brows narrowed at you, the way his facial details become more excruciating due to his bedroom lights, it got you feeling excited - a horny kind of excited. It got you in a teasing mood knowing the outcome of his jealousy would be slow and passionate sex - something you loved and craved. You start to feel yourself get wet thinking of how he would devour you.

“Y/n, are you not going to reassure me?” Felix knows how much you love him but he always just get a little jealous when someone brings up you and Minho’s past relationship. It’s natural though to feel that way so you try your best to ease the tension, even if you have a little bit of fun doing it. And Felix never fails to let you know he’s needs the comfort.

“Me and Minho were over ages ago. And I’m sorry you found 1 of the many 600 photos we took while we were together but you should know by now that it means absolutely nothing to me,” you stood in-front of him. Hands landing in his bare body traveling up and down his side before you grip his waist steadying yourself to place one sweet kiss to his lips.

It started with Felix searching in Minho’s dresser for a tshirt he had lost ages ago. But instead of locating it, he found a Polaroid of you underneath the squashed up black clothes. It wasn’t just any photo, it one of the many hundreds erotic and sexual ones you and Minho took while you guys were dating. You both were younger then, it was something you two loved and enjoyed doing then. Minho would have his Polaroid and film camera on stand by, and the second he saw something worth capturing, he would. Needless to say, he thought everything was worth capturing considering how many photos were produced. You two would be so excited when you went to develop the photos, bringing it back to the dorm and curling up his room examining the photos. Minho was your first love and you didn’t regret any of it.. When you both realised you fell out of love, you two agreed that those photos shouldn’t mean anything anymore and it was just a memory of your relationship. A good memory of your good relationship. Minho and you stayed friends, there was no bad blood, no arguing, no fights when you guys called it off. You both clearly loved and cared for each other, and you continue it that way, as friends. Minho was the reason why you met Felix too - your loving adorable cute boyfriend.

Felix examined the photo. You were on your back on Minho’s bed in his white dressed shirt - not covering up anything. You had your legs spread out and your fingers on your clit, looking up at the camera. Minho’s foot was captured in the photo too. Felix felt a sudden rush of blood over this body. He grew numb. Oh how perfectly vulnerable and fucked out you look. He has witness you in the same position multiple times. The blood then rushed to his dick, Felix feels himself heating up. He turned over the photo and notices the initials on the back followed by a heart and numbers.

“ML+ Y/I 2021 🖤”

There was so many thoughts running through his head, he didn’t know what to feel. He understands it’s an old pic but still he was caught off guard. He was jealous. Felix stormed out of his hyung’s room, fist clenching something, making his way over to his room. He felt himself go red.

“You found the shirt?” You asked sweetly as you see him walk by but he doesn’t respond.

“Yongbok what is it?” Minho asked noticing the silence and the way his younger group member becomes tense.

“Nothing,” Felix stops to respond but both you and Minho’s eyes land on his hands. The second you saw the writing on the little piece of plastic, you and Minho look up at each other before diverting your attention to Felix, who was clearly overwhelmed.

“Heh, lucky you found it before one of my hook ups did. Would have been a bigger issue,” Minho chuckles approaching Felix.

“Hyung, why do you still have it?”

You stood up from where you were sitting making your way to your boyfriend.

“I don’t know where you found that but I promise you, it’s nothing now okay. You’re with Y/N, and she’s loves you.” Minho pats his member’s head to reassure him before letting you two be alone.

“What can I do it make up for it?” You ask, willing to do what ever it take to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

“Are you willing to do anything?” His face softens.

“Of course, willing to do anything for you baby,” your hands wrapped about his neck as your move your lip back on his. This time he gives into the the kiss swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and enters your mouth. You both stay like this for a while making you grow needier, moaning into his mouth. He pulls back to breathe.

“Can I keep the photo then?” He presses his thumb against your bottom lip - indicating how much he adores you.

“No, that’s Min’s..” you responded pouting up at him. Felix frowns, knowing youre going to starts teasing him again.

“But I’m your boyfriend now, and you just said you would do anything for me-“ your right arm reaches behind him grabbing his Polaroid camera from his dresser as your free hand grabs the old photo he is still gripping, throwing it aside.

“-Take your own photos, baby,” you handed him the camera. He looks down at the object before meeting your eyes again, this time his pupil are blown wide open at what they’re suggesting.

“I don’t want you getting hard from photos of your hyung’s point to view,” you palmed his boner before sitting back in the bed.

“The point of view is of you anyways so-“

“So you rather collect all your hyung’s old photos than taking some of your own?” You question him. Felix let’s out a airy giggle, he was cute, and you can tell he’s starting to get playful again.

“I never said that,” he chuckles.

“So then how do you want me?” You pull your shirt over your head throwing it with his on the ground. Felix was met with your full perky boobs, perky just for him. God, you were killing him.

“You want me to pose like photo you just saw?” You lift your chin to gesture to the picture on the floor.

“Don’t tell me it was Min’s favourite photo of me too,” you taunt him, biting down on your lips as you start to take your shorts off.

“Was it the one of me naked in his dress shirt with my legs spread-” you begin to describe the photo he just saw.

“Y/N,” Felix cuts you off raising his brows, to give you a warning.

You noticed he started to get a little angsty.

“Then tell me how you want me? How do you want me in your first photo of our collection baby?” You asked, now completely bare only wearing his favourite panties of yours.

“Fuck.. Need in my favourite position baby - squatting cow girl please. Can you do that for me?” Felix replies.

“Fuck, I can. Take off your pants then.”

[dinums]

The Unexpected Visit

Thomas Shelby X Reader

This is part 3! Make sure to read the first few parts

Sumarry: The Lee brothers raided the Betting shop, Thomas gets closer with the reader, but what more can he do if she herself admits not to love a man from this time?

Word count: 2327 words

"Wait, so what did you guys do at the races?" I asked, wanting to clarify with Arthur as we sat in the private room at the Garrison, where we were currently playing poker. John was the dealer, so he sat on the stool in front of us, while Thomas was seated between me and Arthur. I was on his right, with Arthur on his left.

"We've beaten the Lee's! Cut their bloody brains out, that's for sure!" he said, as if it were the most normal thing to do. They seemed to notice how tense I had become by my reaction, which made John cough a bit.

"Well, not really their brains... um, just, you know, enough to get business done," John explained, trying to lighten my mood a bit. I nodded, trying to dismiss it.

"Ah, yeah, sure. I mean, I guess," I said, looking at my cards. I didn't want them to think that I thought less of them because of this, so I felt the need to explain myself.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not used to all of this, you know? Am I making this worse? Uh, I don't—"

Feeling the three of them looking at me, I made myself small in my seat, hiding my face behind the cards as anxiety rushed through me.

"How did you live your life before, hm?" Thomas asked, finally speaking. Glad that I could explain why I tensed up.

"Well, I was pretty sheltered. The most I heard of beatings were drunkards in our neighborhood fighting at night, but that was it. There really weren't fights that led to really bad situations, unless it was in the movies." They all nodded, though I knew they didn't understand the last bits of what I just said, and that was it. We decided that was the end of that part of the conversation. After a round of poker, the tension from earlier died down and I chimed happily, putting the money on the table inside my coat pocket—my winnings.

"Guess I win, hm?" I giggled, earning a groan from Arthur. When the barmaid came, she took the empty bottles and asked us if we wanted more whiskey. I looked at the men, and Thomas just nodded, waving her off. Before she left, she looked at me, as if examining who I was. I couldn't blame her, though—I stuck out like a sore thumb when placed beside the Shelby brothers. It was evident I didn't look like I belonged here. That thought made me sad, just a bit though. I knew It was the truth and that I had to leave soon. Then suddenly, a thought came to my mind. Thomas went on a date to the races with a barmaid. If my intuition serves me right, then that must have been the barmaid in question.

"I'm guessing that was the woman you went out on a date with?" I said, looking at Thomas with a smile. She looked pretty and acted like one too. If she liked Thomas, then I can bet that after a while the feelings can be reciprocated.

"Drop it." Thomas grimaced as I just chuckled. John, however, smirked as he decided to join in the teasing.

"I'm afraid Tommy here has eyes for someone else, love. Ain't that right, mate?" That piqued my curiosity even more, nudging Thomas to make him look at me.

"Really? Is she pretty?" I asked. Arthur just nodded as he patted Thomas' back. Thomas kept a poker face, but I could tell he was pretty annoyed by the way his jaw was clenched. When he looked at me, he didn't look angry at me, though—at least he wasn't annoyed enough to glare at me.

"You're bloody right she is! Quite smart too!"

"But if Thomas likes her, why didn't he take her to the races instead? Wait, are you leading that barmaid on?" I frowned, waiting for Thomas to reply as I pointed an accusing finger at him. The thought of someone I considered a friend playing with a woman's feelings like that just didn't sit right with me.

"I told you. That was business." He sighed as he shook his head, he took my hand that was pointing a finger at him and placed it down. Deciding to just believe him, I finally dropped the topic. John then asked me.

"How about you? Has someone caught your eye?" I looked over at John, feeling that the focus was on me once again. I nodded, smiling a bit, unaware that both brothers were checking Thomas for any kind of reaction.

"Well, of course!" I answered, that caused Arthur to smile, raising his glass to take a drink.

"Who is it, then?" John asked again, another smirk playing on his lips. I guess everyone was suddenly curious about my love life.

"Yer not gonna tell me he's in this room, aye?" Arthur asked, leaning closer to the table to look at me. I chuckled nervously, shaking my hands in the air.

"Oh, no. You guys are great, but..."

"But what?" Thomas asked and I explained that the man I liked wasn't from here, that he was from back in my time. And that hes a gentleman who kept to himself, that I started to like him because of how passionate he was with his work, how I liked that he was funny and was always there for me.

"Well also, I can't really like someone from here, you know? I'll eventually leave. I can't just stay for love, right? I really miss my old life. You lot understand, right? I'll break that poor man's heart."

I said all of that while looking at Thomas for any form of understanding. He didn't reply; he just leaned back and nodded. After that, he didn't look at me anymore, drinking his glass of whiskey as he fished out some cigarettes.

"Another round, eh?"

///

Thomas didn't talk to me much after that day. Whenever I approached him, he would still have time to talk, but not like before. He'd make an excuse that he was busy, that there were things he needed to do, to brush me off. Understanding his situation, I just let him be.

Around midday, Scudboat and I were left inside the betting shop, counting money as the Shelby family decided to have a family meeting at the Garrison.

"Do you think John will be back soon? Thomas did say he'd be back in five minutes," I asked Scudboat, to which he just shrugged. When we heard a noise, Scudboat was the first to call out.

"John?" When no one answered, I was the one who asked next.

"John, are you there?" When the doors to the betting shop opened, however, it wasn't John but a group of men with guns pointed right at us.

"This is for Cheltenham! We're just taking what's ours!" the man said. Before I could even react, they smacked my head with a rifle, just like they did with Scudboat.

Everything was a haze as I fell to the ground. All I heard were the footsteps of men, rummaging through drawers, shouting. My head hurt, and I felt some of them step on my hand, kicking my body whenever i got in their way.

Mama asan ka mama? Kuya? Kuya, you'll protect me, right?

When I woke up, I heard Arthur's voice as someone placed me somewhere comfortable— it was John.

"You alright, love?" He asked, my mind still being a little foggy from earlier events. Hearing his voice, I tried to give him a small smile and a nod, to reassure him.

"Bloody hell! What happened here?" Polly said. I groaned. When I tried to look over at them, my vision blurred a bit. The betting shop, the house, everything was thrashed.

"Polly...? Men. M-men came, I don't know how..." I tried to explain to them what I knew. Polly sat beside me while Scudboat explained for me. That was when Arthur came back up, holding wire cutters.

"Wire cutters? Why would they leave wire cutters?" Polly asked. The boys seemed to tense up as Thomas asked Scudboat to leave. He went on to explain how they would set traps for the Germans back in the war and place wire cutters as part of the joke. Polly began to panic, walking over to the kitchen as I pulled my knees close to my chest, an act of self-preservation.

"It's not here, alright? It's not here..." Thomas said, sitting next to me on the couch. I looked at him, tears threatening to fall down my eyes. I had never been in a situation like this. Everything was so overwhelming, my body felt so heavy, as if I was Atlas carrying the world.

"They pointed a gun at me... even stepped on and kicked me like an object..." I mumbled before burying my face in my knees. I don't want to feel like that again.

"Oh, love..." Polly said as I heard her walk towards me.

"Oh, I'd like to find them, Tom. Oh, that id do. That id bloody do." Arthur said, balling his fist as he saw my state. I felt weak. I couldn't protect myself. I didn't know how.

"I want to go home."

"I know, (Y/N). I know."

///

Thomas didn't know what to say to her. He was seething with rage, but she came first. She would always be first. He grabbed a clean cloth and saturated it with alcohol. The family saw what was happening and understood that Thomas wanted to take care of her alone, so they knew better than to interrupt. Before they left, Thomas asked John and Arthur to inspect the family car, using the word "tampered" so as not to frighten (Y/N) even more.

"Hey, look at me, aye? Come on, up you go. Up," he demanded, gently cupping her face. When that was done, he began to clean the wound on her head. Whenever she winced, he would make sure to try and be gentle. He didn't know how, he just tried. As he cleaned off her wounds, their eyes met.

"It hurts," she mumbled, flinching as Thomas accidentally applied too much pressure to the wound. In that moment, she instinctively grasped his hand, attempting to stop his actions even for a small amount of time. Then and there, he stopped. This was all new territory to him. Back at war, when he would clean the wounds of his comrades, pain be damned if they got to live. But she... she gets hurt, so he needs to try harder, be slower, gentler—anything that would spare her from inflicting pain, pain that he had caused.

"Sorry," he replied. Thomas tried his best to help her, disinfecting the wound slowly as his free hand cupped her face. He was apologizing for everything. Guilt seeped into his bones. If it weren't for him picking a fight with the Lee brothers, she wouldn't be hurt. Maybe if he took her with him and Polly to the Garrison, then...

"It's not your fault," she said, interrupting his thoughts. He didn't answer. What was he supposed to say? He couldn't agree. He felt shame.

"Thomas, it's not your fault. I can see it in your eyes." This time, it was her turn to cup his face. She cradled it like it was something precious, like he was something precious. (Y/N) smiled, a comforting smile as one of her thumbs caressed his cheek. He found himself leaning into it.

"I know you feel guilty. Yes, I could blame you, but why should I when you're here as gentle as a lamb with me? So smile, yeah? Even just a bit?"

How can she do that, he wondered. How can she easily wander her way inside his heart? It was so easy for her. Everything seemed so easy with her. Thomas let out a smile, nodding to her.

"There you go."

"Your hands are soft," he said, changing the subject. She only chuckled, putting her hands back in her lap as he sat next to her on the couch. They both decided to take a break from cleaning her wounds.

"Yours aren't," (Y/N) said, taking his hand in hers, feeling the calluses and roughness of it. After a while, she continued, their hands now interlinked. "And I think it's nice."

"How is that nice, aye?" he scoffed. These very hands had killed thousands.

"It's nice because it tells me who you are. A hardworking man who has clearly seen and been through shit. Me, on the other hand, I actually have very soft hands because I never did hard labor," she said, her face flushed in embarrassment, which he secretly found endearing.

"I actually found it rather embarrassing when I got here. When I was young, my relatives would feel my hands and say, 'Dika tumutulong sa bahay, noh?' Or 'Tamad ka siguro.'"

"What did that mean?"

"The first one means 'Youre not helping with household chores, are you?' The second one meant 'I bet you're lazy.'"

She chuckled, shaking her head. After a bit more moments of comforting silence, Thomas decided to finish cleaning her wound. When that was done, he helped her go upstairs to his room.

"Hey, Thomas?" (Y/N) asked as he sat her on the bed. He only hummed to let her know that he was listening.

"Why were you avoiding me before? Like, after our little poker game at the Garisson. Was it because I kept winning?" She asked, playing with her blouse. Trying to suppress a smile, he licked his bottom lip, hands on his jaw as he shook his head.

"That was a provision— once you leave."

"Mhm? What? Why?"

"To get used to feeling like yer not here, eh. Now none of this, aye? I'll ask Pol to help you change." That was all that was said before he left.

@optimisticsandwichgladiator

[gyuusauce]

Stray Kids - Lee Mood

Pairing: Lee!Minho X Ler!Bang Chan

TW: none really, just the duo being cuties hehe

The members of Stray Kids had just come back from a long day out and were finally back to their big shared dorm, ready to settle in for the night. Chan was relaxing in his room, watching some videos on his phone and sipping on a can of his favorite soft drink. It felt good to finally relax after being outside for the whole day. He was about to close his eyes for a nap when he suddenly heard a gentle knocking at his door. “Come in!” he said, waiting for the other person on the other side.

Chan’s room door creaked open and there stood Minho in his pjs looking down at the floor. The leader immediately knew something was up as he noticed his bandmate’s behavior. “Lino, are you alright?” he asked in a caring tone. He wanted to make sure nothing was bothering his buddy. He motioned with his hand for Minho to come closer. The younger walked over and began to speak but had a hard time getting the words out “I-um…I’m..in a…” His head was still facing the ground as he struggled to talk. Chan looked at him with a worried expression. “You’re in a what?” he asked.

The shy boy finally managed to speak up after a few more stutters. “I’m in a l-lee mood…” he whispered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Chan simply smiled as he knew exactly what this meant. Minho wanted tickles. He sometimes forgot that his bandmate was one of those super shy lees. “Aww, Lino! Come here, buddy” the leader said, patting the open space on his bed. Lino quietly took a seat next to him. Chan scooted his way in front of the other boy and told him to lay down, in which he agreed to do so. Lino watched as the older began to carefully roll up the end of his sleep shirt. He immediately began flustered and quickly hid his face.

Chan smiled down at his friend, thinking about how cute he was when he was all shy like this. “Here, I’ll start, ok?” he said to the younger. Minho shivered when he suddenly felt a single finger run across his stomach. Chan was warming him up with gentle touches to get him comfortable. “Aww, what’s wrong Lino? You ticklish?” he teased. He continued to tickle the boy below him, now using all five fingers. Minho immediately burst into a fit of giggles, slightly rolling around on the bed. “Channie nohoho!!”

The leader chuckled at Lino’s cute response and went on with his tickling. Chan took his time tickling his belly then making his way to his sides then down to his hips. The younger giggled and laughed as Chan worked his magic. “Stahahap!! No more Channie!!” he exclaimed through his laughter. He was telling the older to stop tickling him even though he obviously didn’t mean it and was clearly enjoying the attention. “Stop? But Lino,, you asked me to tickle you, silly!”

After a few more minutes of tickling, Chan stopped and told Minho to remove the pillow and uncover his face. The giggly boy slowly lowered the pillow, revealing his face that was red as a tomato. Chan couldn’t help but “aww” at the sight. Lino quickly looked away, embarrassed. Chan quickly brought his attention back to his friend’s stomach. “Now, how could I forget about this adorable little button?” he teased at his bandmate. He reached out and began to lightly scratch around Minho’s navel with a single finger, waiting for his reaction.

Lino was in stitches. He let out a loud squeal and threw his head back. “AHH CHANIEHEHEE!! he shouted. Chan giggled at the younger that was now in hysterical laughter. He knew that was Minho‘s sweet spot. “Ahh Lino, you are just so sensitive!” Without the pillow covering it, Minho’s face was now in full view. The sight of his huge smile and flushed cheeks was too much for Chan to handle. He continued to tease the younger for a few minutes. “OKAY,, OKAHAHAHAY!! I CANT TAKE IHIHIT!!” The leader knew that this was his sign to finally let Minho go. Once the tickling was done, Lino quickly covered his stomach and let out a few more chuckles, trying to shake off the phantom tickles.

“Man,, that really tickled…” Minho said, still trying to catch his breath. Chan smiled at him, pleased with his work. He always enjoyed giving his members a good tickling when they needed it. Lino looked up at Chan and grinned. “Thanks for that, Chan,, I’ll have to get you back sometime” he added with a mischievous smile. The leader rolled his eyes. “Good luck trying to get me back!” he teased. Lino hugged his buddy then went back to his room, satisfied with his session. Chan looked at he walked out, already thinking about his next fun session with one of his best mates.

[bebepac]

Traditions

This is a special holiday edition of School Dayz. To catch up on the series in general please click School Dayz

I am participating in @choicesdecember2023 for Christmas

I am also participating in @choicesprompts holiday rewrite challenge in which I used the candy cane gram scene from Mean Girls.

I am also participating in @choicesflashfics christmas prompt # 59: "Ice-skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?" will appear in bold. I also used a previous prompt as well Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?

Series: School Dayz

The Book: TRR (no royals)

The Pairings: Liam x Riley

Word Count: 1464

Warnings and Ratings: None. This is for anyone who has eyes. A total fluff piece.

Original post: 12/31/23 at 7:15PM EST.

Science class was different for me now that I no longer sat next to Liam, and shared a table with my sister, since Mrs. Barbour decided to make the class sit in alphabetical order, which I think the only reason for the change was to make taking roll easier. I glanced across the room to Liam whose partner was now Rashad.

My adorkable boyfriend who caught me watching him, smiled and held up his hot cocoa cup to toast me from across the room. Liam was the sweetest boyfriend and stopped by the local coffee shop Brew Bros and always got hot chocolate every morning the way that I liked it.

So I smiled while holding up my cup.

“Oh my God, can you two be any more nerdy?” Taylor asked.

“He’s nice, and you reap the benefits of it too. My boyfriend brings us both hot chocolate, or in your case a coffee drink you like every day without us asking.”

Taylor cocked her head to the side and air toasted Liam, taking a sip from her drink when the door opened.

“Ho , Ho, Ho!!!!! Candy Cane Grams, sponsored by the National Honor Society.”

“Make it quick, Santa.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Mrs. Barbour’s voice as she went to sit at her desk for a moment.

“And his lovely assistant Max Noel!”

“Wait… a sec… Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?”

Taylor doubled over in laughter “It is!!!! It’s Drake Walker-Claus.”

Taylor’s laugh seemed to antagonize Drake for a second, but good thing he had his assistant Maxwell. His brooding mood was offset by Max Noel making the class laugh with his dance versions of Christmas music as he followed around the room behind him.

“Hana Lee one for you.”

“Chris Powell four for you, you go Chris Powell!”

“Do we have a Riley Brooks here?”

“That’s her Max Noel. She’s Riley Brooks and looks nothing like the girl sitting next to her. Those two can’t possibly be related.”

“Riley Brooks here you go, one for you.”

“Thank you Santa.”

“Um….”

“And nothing at all for Taylor Brooks, not even coal or black licorice, bye.”

Drake and Max ran out of the room.

Taylor looked at me with curious eyes at the candy cane gram in my hand.

“Who’s that from?”

It wasn’t any of her business. I opened the envelope and read silently to myself.

Liam’s sweet words made me smile, and I didn’t have to answer her, and I looked at him from across the room.

“Oh my god. You guys are too much.”

Taylor looked upset, even though she shrugged it off. Later I found out why at her locker.

“I told you to get me a candy cane gram Nico!!!!”

“Well you telling me to do it, takes the surprise out of it. Me not doing it, guess what you were surprised weren’t you?”

My sister who was always loud looked at him and said nothing.

Before I knew it the words flew out of my mouth.

“Wow, you’re a really bad boyfriend Nico, my sister deserves better than you.”

I slammed my locker walking away from the two of them. I found out later that day, my sister broke up with him, in front of everyone in true dramatic Taylor fashion. I was proud of her.

Christmas Eve

Everyone had come over and was enjoying mom’s Christmas cookies and snacks. My dad brought in a big box sitting it down on the floor.

“I want to thank everyone for coming over tonight to spend time with our family. Our children picked people they care about to spend this time together with you. Ren and I are happy to have you in our home. We both grew up in the foster care system, and learned early in life, sometimes the people that care about you most, are not your blood relatives. So we try to celebrate that.”

“And when we had the opportunity to open our home up to two adorable identical twin girls, we couldn’t say no.” My mother chimed in.

“It’s the best decision they ever made. I went to sleep one night wishing I had a little sister. The next morning I woke up with two.” Jaiden spoke up.

“And we know what it’s like to be alone on Christmas, or missing someone special on Christmas that you were once close to. So we wanted to do something special. Liam would you mind sharing the Christmas Eve tradition you had that you told me about?”

“Christmas was my Mom’s favorite holiday. Every Christmas Eve that I can remember she’d dress us up in these ugly Christmas sweaters

and we would go ice skating on Lake Pine. She loved to ice skate. Then she’d make us take these dorky pictures in our Christmas sweaters that matched. I miss her a lot.”

“I miss her too. I’m not adopted, but Liam’s Mom always made me feel like I was her son too. So I really get what you’re saying about family not always being blood related. She was my mom too.”

Liam hugged his brother.

My dad opened the box.

“With a little help from Riley I found some what I would think are hideously awesome ugly Christmas sweaters, and am secretly happy for your love of Star Trek too. I’m sorry Liam, you can’t be the Captain, this is mine. But this one is yours.”

“Well if I can’t be Captain, being the science officer is the next best and most logical choice.” Liam took his blue sweater graciously.

“That’s what I said! Dad please say you got me a blue sweater too.”

“I did.”

After all the sweaters were handed out, there was still one left in the box.

“Guess you guys bought this before I broke up with Nico. No big deal.”

Once everyone was dressed, they headed out to the vehicles, and Liam stuffed the extra shirt into Leo’s trunk.

“I really don’t know how this is going to go Liam.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ice skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”

“Well good thing you’re not just Riley Brooks today, you’re the science officer for the USS Enterprise. Live long and prosper.”

Liam expected Riley to be as horrible on ice skates as she had been on roller skates, but Riley amazingly was incredibly balanced.

“Have you ice skated before?”

“No! I don’t know how I'm good at this! I usually have no natural balance.”

“You’re a natural at skating…”

“Ice skating. Let's clarify that.”

Taylor was still sitting on the bench watching the couples skate by. “She still hasn’t gotten out on the ice yet. I think she’s feeling lonely and the extra shirt probably made her think of Nico.”

Liam’s phone beeped. “Why don’t you go sit with her for a little bit, and I’ll be back in a few with some hot cocoas for us all.”

“Is cocoa your favorite drink?”

“Yes, and my mom used to always say your heart won’t feel cold if you always have a nice warm cup of cocoa. It always makes me feel better.”

I went to sit with Taylor and Liam continued walking toward the concessions stand.

“You okay?” I asked Taylor.

“I just don’t feel like skating, and look over there.”

Nico was there, with another girl on his arm.

“To be honest I never liked him Taylor. He called you T, like you were a drink or a shirt or something. He wasn’t even really that nice. Good riddance, I say.”

“I never thanked you for standing up for me that day Riley. It really meant a lot.”

“You’re my sister Taylor. I will always have your back, even when you pull me into a tornado.”

“Not on purpose!” She laughed.

“Oh it never is.” I remarked pulling Taylor closer to me in a hug. After a few seconds she pulled away from me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping Liam deliver hot cocoa. This one is yours.

I don’t like all the extra stuff in mine.”

Drake handed Taylor her cocoa, as he sat down next to her.

“Just hot and cocoa pretty much then right?”

“Exactly. I’m not that difficult to understand.”

“Do you like to ice skate, Drake?”

“Like it? It’s okay, but I can. Would you like to skate Taylor?”

Drake took off his coat wearing the remaining ugly sweater.

“Okay.” Taylor said in a nonchalant voice.

Taylor’s mood picked up immediately as she skated around with Drake on the ice. She never once glanced in Nico’s direction.

“That was really nice of you to do Liam.”

“He really does like her, you know. Maybe now she can finally see him with Nico out the way.”

“You’re so adorkably sweet Liam.”

“I know Riley, I know.”

[bumblebeedrizzzle]

Tickletober 2024

Maketism Tickletober 2024

Days 7-9: Teasing

Somehow Iruma manages to simultaneously suffer from the Lee and Ler mood (Switch mood?) at the same time. Shenanigans ensue. Same timeline as this fic. Sort of a continuation ^_^

This fic contains ✨tickling✨ so if that might bother you, then I suggest you keep scrolling!

A/N: I think the constant daydreaming about tickles miiiight have made Iruma a little crazy. Good luck, Azz-kun. 🩷💙

The morning started out like any other had recently: Iruma feeling just a little bit frustrated. Azz-kun was definitely going to pounce on him again one of these days, right? Ever since hanging out the other week, when Azz had discovered Iruma was ticklish, Iruma had been in this weird mood. That had been his first fun experience having a friend tickle him. And he’d totally told Azz that he wouldn’t minded being tickled again. So, it wasn’t weird to keep hoping it’d happen sooner rather than later, right? Or maybe Azz was waiting on Iruma to tickle him? Because after all, he had said that he’d like to get Azz back sometime. So perhaps that was the reason? How did any of this work exactly? Iruma felt frustrated again at his lack of experience with friendships, but then he supposed Azz might be in a similar boat. Anyways, he knew one thing was clear. This mood, whatever it was, was really starting to get to him. The more he thought about wanting to be tickled, the more he realized he wanted to tickle Azz as well. It went round and round, distracting him throughout each day. His most recent development was that he’d started to feel sort of fidgety, and he wondered if Azz wasn’t going to notice sooner or later. Iruma couldn’t decide which he’d prefer… He was brought out of his ruminations by two bright voices.

“Good Morning, Iruma-sama!”

“Morning Iruma-chiiiii!”

“Azz-kun! Clara! Good morning!”　

Iruma decided he was going to set these thoughts aside and have a normal day at school with his best friends. Sounded easy enough. Except, that it proved to be much more difficult than he thought it would be. What was with this mood of his?! It was like tickling was all he could think of! He was starting to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with him. So, he decided it was time that he stopped waiting. He could invite Azz over today, tickle him, and the thoughts would go away, right? If he was lucky, it’d mean Azz would also decide to tickle him back sooner rather than later. Two birds, one scone, and all that jazz. It hadn’t been that long since they last hung out just the two of them. And Iruma decided he didn’t need to be worried about having one of his best friends over too often. Once he had come to that decision, he wasted no time springing into action.

“Um, Azz-kun! Would you like to come over today after school?”

All it took was one look at Azz’s face to realize the answer was yes. He was smiling so wide it looked like it might hurt and his eyes were shining.

“O-of course, Iruma-sama! Just one moment!” and with that, he sped off, likely to let David know that he would be home later than anticipated.

When they got home, Opera served them tea and snacks before ushering them up to Iruma’s room. They had a certain sparkle in their eye that said they were overjoyed that Iruma had brought a friend to hang out after school.

They made it just past the door, with Iruma trying to stay focused while Azz talked about their day, before Iruma finally lost his patience. He gathered his courage and reached out towards Azz, tweaking his sides gently.

“Eep!” said a startled Azz, who turned around and looked down at Iruma.

Before he could start to overthink things, Iruma spoke.

“A-Azz-kun! It’s time I made good on your promise! I-it’s my turn now!”

With that, Iruma continued wiggling his fingers into the aforementioned demon’s sides.

“Pffft - !” Asmodeus started squirming. It seemed like his body wanted nothing more than to wriggle out of reach, but he seemed to be doing his best to stop himself. After a few moments, Iruma became impatient. His fingers began poking and prodding harder than before; he had a determined look and was intently focused.

“Khhh -!” Asmodeus wiggled a little more than before, but still did not break.

“Now, let’s see, what spot could make you really laugh? Hmm..” Iruma pondered aloud.

Asmodeus’ only response was to blush furiously.

He tried Asmodeus’ belly, neck, and back. While the demon scrunched and shimmied away from his fingers, smiling the whole time, there still wasn’t any audible laughter.

“Azz-kun! Tickle tickle tickle!” Iruma said in a sing song voice, fingers never letting up. That seemed to get a rise out of Azz.

“Aha - ! P-plehehease Iruma-sahama! Anything but that!”

“Oh?? Have I finally found a spot?”

Iruma poked and prodded a few different spots, trying to recall where he’d been when Azz had reacted. But nowhere was getting any particularly strong reaction.

“Come on, let out that laugh for me! Don’t be shy.” Iruma prodded, in a very literal and figurative sense.

“Don’t! Yahaha plehehease!”

“Don’t? Don’t what?” Iruma asked.

“Tehease mehe!” Azz replied.

“Oh!! Ohhh.” Iruma said, a grin forming on his face. “Well, if you insist, Azz-kun! Coochie coo!” Iruma sang.

At this, a damn seemed to break within Asmodeus.

“Ihihihirumahaha-sahahahamahaha!”

“Awww, is someone ticklish?” Iruma cooed back in response.

“Yahahaha b-but plehehease! Nahaha stahahahp!!” Azz-kun pleaded.

“But I’ve been thinking about tickling you all day now!” Iruma said cheerfully.

Now Asmodeus’ face was certainly very red. He said that so calmly! He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

When all Iruma heard in response was giggles and frantic bits of laughter, he continued.

“I must say, you don’t disappoint! I think I understand now why you couldn’t stop tickling me! This is so much fun! And your laugh is so cute!”

“Y-you ahare gohohoing tohoho kihihihill mehehe!!”

“Hmm? Someone can’t take a few teases with their tickles??”

Asmodeus tried to cover his face with his hands.

“Don’t hide your face from me! I want to see that smile!”

Asmodeus’ blush spread from his face down to his neck and ears. A fact Iruma seemed suddenly very aware of, as he recalled what had started their first tickle fest.

“Oh! I wonder how sensitive your ears will be!”

“Eep - ! N-no, I-Irumaha-sahahama! Plehease, nohot thehere!”

Something about Azz’s panicked voice gave Iruma pause. Through all of Asmodeus’ pleadings, he hadn’t actually sounded that desperate yet. He also hadn’t asked Iruma to avoid a particular spot. Iruma decided he didn’t want to risk it.

“Oh, I see..” Iruma said a bit sadly, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Azz-kun. Don’t worry, I’ll go somewhere else.”

Asmodeus looked into Iruma’s eyes and his heart thumped wildly.

“Ah, w-well actually I um…”

“Yes, Azz-kun?”

Asmodeus melted.

“I would not mind so much Iruma-sama. It is just that I feel they will be quite sensitive and I could not help myself. Please forgive me, I did not truly mean it.”

“R-really?!” Iruma looked up with renewed hope. “I’m so glad you told me!” he beamed. “You must really want me to tickle you then,” he added with a wink.

“I-I uh w-well y-you seemed like you were having fun s-so I just… would n-not mind if you continued…” Asmodeus mumbled.

“Awww, that’s so sweet,” Iruma purred in response. “Could you bend down for me, then?”

Asmodeus’ face went impossibly red as Iruma reached up tentatively and fluttered his fingers over Asmodeus’ long, thin ears. He leaned down to give Iruma a better reach, his ears burning the same feverish red. Iruma slowed briefly to make sure Azz was alright, but then realized that if he actually wanted to escape, all he would need to do was stand up straighter. And seeing how he wasn’t made things easy. Whether it was because of his promise to Iruma or that he was enjoying himself, Iruma couldn’t tell. He supposed it didn’t matter at this moment, and refocused on his task. Starting at the base of Asmodeus’ ear, he gently reached back behind to flutter at where it connected to his head.

“Ehemph! I-Iruma-sama, i-it tickles so much already.. hehe!”

“Well, if your ears are anything like mine, then it’ll only get worse, Azz-kun!” Iruma chuckled in response.

As he moved his fingers back around, fluttering them briefly in the inside of his ear, the giggles picked up.

“I-Ihihihirumahaha-sahama! P-please!” he whined.

“Make sure you don’t move, Azz-kun! You’re being so good!”

A strangled moan of frustration, embarrassment, and pleasure wrenched itself from Asmodeus’ lips. He heard Iruma’s words echoing inside his brain: You’re being so good! You’re being so good! You’re being so good! Impossibly, it seemed to make everything tickle even more.

Almost shaking with the effort, Azz managed to hold himself in the same position while Iruma attacked his ears. He was doing fine, until -

“AH! N-NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!” he cried, almost sounding genuinely distressed.

“Aha! We’ve found it, Azz-kun! The tips of your ears are your worst spot so far! By a long mile,” he said laughing along. “Aren’t you just the cutest! I could get used to this; I don’t get to see you laughing enough!”

That was it. He was done for. With a cry he straightened and ran for safety. He dove onto Iruma’s enormous bed, attempting to hide underneath all the pillows and blankets. Anywhere away from that infernal tickling and Iruma’s teasing. His thoughts raced. What had gotten into Iruma today?! One moment they’d been talking, and the next he was being attacked!! The ticking was one thing, but nothing could’ve prepared him for the teasing. Or his ears. Oh devils had his ears been sensitive. He almost felt bad for how much he’d messed with Iruma’s ears last time. Almost. He took a few breaths, but his heart still hadn’t slowed. The respite was short-lived though, because he heard something that sent shivers down to his toes.

“Not so fast, Mr. Giggles! You can’t get away from me that easily!”

With a cry, Iruma dove in after Azz. The demon tried to prepare himself for more teases. And was that a nickname?! This boy was going to be the death of him at this rate.

[tea-twords]

Hihi! I just realized your writing for YTTD now and I just had to send an ask in ^v^ don’t feel pressured to get it out right away but uhhhh, could you write some lee!Ranmaru and ler!Sara? I need the cotton candy boy to get tkled bc there’s very few times where he smiles and it’s so sweet when he does >w< also! I finally made it to chapter 3 part 1 B for Kanna/Alice route, so I’m finally getting to see new scenes :D

ahahah

heyyyy from one year later🥲🥲🥲

sooo um im back to writing and im sorryI put it off so long but i have good idea now for it so um yay I hope you enjoy imsorry🥲

This is inspired by the scene where Ranmaru puts on the steam spray hand in chapter 3 part 1-B, and with the dialogue option where Sara askes if Ranmaru could feel it and touches his hand and he gets like !!!

Tagging @tklpilled and @emiefluff (whenever ur hiatus is over)!!!

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“How’s the new hand? Still on good?”

Ranmaru felt a hand grab his wrist for the second time. Sara had checked the steam spray when he first attached it, and to his surprise, it felt just as sensitive as his previous hand was. This time, Sara was surely just checking if it was sturdily on, but it didn’t surprise him any less.

“S-Sara…”

Sara held his hand up to where she could see and squished it a little, much to Ranmaru’s dismay.

“Sara, y-you know you don’t have to grab my hand every time you want to check, you could just ask…”

“Looks like it’s on good.”

“Sigh”

When Sara wants to know something, she’ll find it out herself. That’s just who she is.

“How come you always get so nervous when I touch you? You ticklish or something?”

“Whuh-? Huh???”

Another thing Ranmaru learned about Sara: She’s unpredictable. As fuck.

“Are you?” Sara said, now scratching a finger on his palm.

“Ah! Sara!!” Ranmaru yelped, yanking his hand out of her hold.

Sara just grinned at him.

“Ranmaru~”

“No! I-I mean, I don’t know…I guess I was when I was like, alive, but-!”

But it was too late. When Sara wants to know, Sara finds out.

She already had an arm wrapped around from behind and five fingers scribbling away at his thinly protected side.

Ranmaru immediately burst into giggles, already squirming and hitting his foot on the ground.

“Wahahait! Sara! There’s no neeheeheed!” He pleaded.

“I knew it! I would say you being ticklish is surprising, but honestly? You’re exactly the kind of person who’d have it this bad.”

“Whahahat does that evehen meehehean??”

“Cant believe you’re this ticklish as a doll though, they even made note of that? Makes me wonder what else they built into the dolls…” Said Sara, thinking out loud and letting her mind wander while absentmindedly tickling the bandages over Ranmaru’s stomach.

“Ihihim still hehehere…” Ranmaru reminded her, sensing that she was forgetting what she was doing in favor of a different train of thought.

“Oh yeah! Almost forgot.”

Sara finally stopped her attack on Ranmaru’s midsection, letting him go as he finally calmed down. He didn’t have to take deep breaths like he normally would have had to do, since yk he’s a doll. But if he had to he would have.

“You’re really something, Sara…”

“I’m glad I got to learn something about you.”

“Um…y-yeah, sure thing…” Ranmaru stammered, a blush would have been rising to his face.

Ranmaru and Sara prepared to continue walking, but after a few steps Sara stopped and turned to face him.

“Ranmaru?”

“Yes?”

“Not to sound like Keiji, but I think you should try smiling more. It actually does wonders for your mood.”

“Uh, sure. If you say so, thanks.”

“And looking that cute with a smile on is a plus.”

Sara would never fail at catching him off guard.

[ticklishfiend]

um long irl tickle story because i’m tweaking out rn 😀

so i’ve got this friend who is also not Just A Friend and it’s complicated LMFAO anyways, we’ve done kink play stuff before so we know everything each other is into. obviously this means they know i’m real big into tickling fjskjf (which no, is not purely sexual for me lol. neither of us are very sexual people, kink isn’t always abt sex and i think more people in this community need that to register in their brains LOL)

ANYWAYYS so i dont think they know Just how into it i am, like they dont even know abt this blog but im slowly working up the courage to tell them abt it bc i know they wouldnt be weirded out (im just shy LOL). so bc they dont rlly know how big of a thing this is for me, they’ve never Really tickled me before.

now, i’ve tickled them. plenty actually lol. it’s super fun and i love tickling them sosososo much bc they’re reactions are so cute and they’re really good at holding still lol. but anytime they’ve tickled me, it’s mainly just like a poke here or a squeeze there, nothing for real yknow.

which is like. it’s fine. but every time they do it i get skyrocketed into the biggest lee mood for like days on end and usually i get too embarrassed to tell them dhsjndjsg

but the other day i actually decided to tell them how much it affected me. we had both spent the night at a friends house, and at every sleepover when its time for bed, our other friend goes to her room and then its just the two of us alone in the living room. we were high the other night and cuddling, and they kept teasing me by making claw hands and wiggling their fingers at me (i’ve told them before it flusters me So Bad when they do it and now they’re just relentless with it 😭😭), they poked me a few times like usual but also kept quickly skittering their fingers on my foot which they’ve never done before and dhsjjdjdf i was too high i was losing my mind

so that was it, but the next day when i got home i texted them telling them they were so evil for that bc now im feeling crazy. they found that hilarious and teased me abt it for a minute 😭 so i thought that was the end of it bc they rarely tease me too much (im mainly the dom in our relationship so i can understand why lol)

but then. but then.

my friend group went hiking all day today, so when we got back to my friends house we were pretty beat. me and my friend were cuddling on the couch watching tv, but they just kept. poking. me. i felt crazy LMFAO

so ofc bc im me, i was tickling back! i’m more deliberate with my tickles, so i kept squeezing their side and poking places i know they’re ticklish at. they ofc kept making wiggly hands at me, but atp im like so lee and it’s not enough 😭

so. i called them a coward! (teasingly, ofc). i didn’t get specific cause our other friends were right there and id rather they not know abt it LMAO but this main friend knew what i was talking about. they were playing all offended, trying to defend themselves, but they kept not actually tickling me so ofc i kept calling them a coward hehehe

so later tonight once we were at our own houses, we text each other almost immediately. ofc because i was feeling super lee after all that i told them i was (playfully) mad at them for teasing me earlier

they started defending themself again saying they aren’t a coward, so i texted back with “always threatening but never actually does anything about it 🥱 coward behavior to me”

they texted back with “when i come over tmrrw its over. im gonna get you”

😨 WHAAAATRTSJS

AAAAHHHHHH

i was. freaking out LMFAOOO

they kept teasing me back and forth about it and i am STILL losing my mind and that was hours ago 😭😭

we’re hanging out tmrrw night and yall. yall idk if i can HANDLE ITFNFKD we’re spending the night like we always do so once we’re alone and ALSO HIGH AGAIN………bitch i can’t my stomach just turned a flip thinking about it omfg

anyways yeah sorry i know this was long but this little back and forth on “will they ever actually tickle me” has been going on for almost a YEAR now so im justifiably freaking out abt it LMFAOO

i’m also taking my driving test for my license tmrrw before we hang out so let’s hope i don’t start thinking abt tickles and crash the car 👍

[guppygiggles]

There's nothing like tickling a shy lee.

All the sighing, fidgeting, throwing lingering stares in my direction... What's wrong, peach? Why do you keep looking at me like this, with those bashful eyes? Is there something you need, friend?

It's so easy to tell, too, when that mood strikes you. You just fold at the slightest provocation; sometimes, all it takes is a compliment. "You look very cute today" or "What a pretty blush, what's got you so embarrassed?" and suddenly you're tongue-tied, fidgeting and glowing, smiling at the ground... just going to pieces. Oh, it's so sweet. Of course, I knew what you wanted before I even said anything, but how could I resist, now?

That doesn't mean I'm just going to give it to you, though. No, no... a cute little thing like you? I just have to watch you tie yourself in knots a bit longer.

I wonder...

Can I get you to ask?

Maybe you haven't been sleeping well, recently...

Though you've tried your best to stay alert, you get a bit sleepy while we're watching a movie together. I haven't been paying much attention, either, because I've been subtly watching you -- rubbing your eyes, taking frequent trips to the bathroom or kitchen, sipping cold water... There's still an hour of film left, and I'm wondering if you're going to make it. You poor thing... burning the midnight oil takes a toll, doesn't it?

"Are you getting sleepy? We don't have to finish the movie, you know. You can sleep now, if you're tired."

"No, I'm awake! Sorry I keep getting up, am I bothering you?"

What a trooper. Are you trying to impress me?

"Not at all, peach. Just wanted you to know there's no pressure to finish this tonight."

You say nothing else and focus on watching the movie, but... by and by, you inch a bit closer to me, until your head is resting on my shoulder. I put my hand on your knee, and you practically jolt. Oh... I see...

"You can rest your head on my lap if you're tired, friend. I don't mind."

To my delight, you take the invitation. I can't help feeling a bit touched at your comfort with me, though it shouldn't come as a surprise. You curl up on your side and continue watching the movie, your sleepy head resting on my thigh. My interest in the movie fizzles completely.

You sigh heavily as I begin playing with your hair, twirling my fingers around the soft tendrils. I'm beginning to wonder if you really are going to fall asleep, when suddenly, you flinch.

"Sorry, did that hurt?"

"N-no..."

You go back to watching the movie, and I wait a while... before I swipe my fingertip along the curve of your ear again, making it seem like an accident.

"Kssshmhm-"

"Sorry, what was that? Did you say something?"

"Ah, no..."

"Do you want me to stop...?"

"...No..."

My fingertips wander back into your hair, playing a bit longer there before trailing down to your neck, stroking along your skin and making you flinch more as you try to stifle your laughter. But, I'm only getting started.

"I couldn't help but notice, hanging out with you today, that you seem a bit... tense. Is there something on your mind?"

"Tense? Ah, no, um..."

"Also, you keep looking at me in this funny way... Like you need something, but you can't tell me what it is."

"Ah-"

My fingertips trail down your arm, making their way to your side, where my hand rests threateningly.

"But, I bet I can guess..."

My thumb, pointer and index fingers form a soft claw, and I begin gently pinching along your side.

Starting with a whimper, you begin giggling almost immediately, squirming against me as you lay on my lap. That delicate blush I observed earlier returns, playing across your cheeks and ears. God, you are adorable... I can't help blushing a little, myself, as my tummy fills with butterflies listening to you laugh.

"Is this it, peach? Is this what you need~?"

I keep pinching gently along your flank, receiving squirms and giggles in response, until you roll onto your back to protect your side.

"S-stahahap!"

Heeding your request, I stop instantly.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Your flustered glare meets my impish smirk. Now that you've rolled onto your back, my hand rests placidly on your tummy -- All I would have to do is flex my fingertips a bit, and you'd be a squirming, giggling mess in a matter of seconds. Now, the movie is lost to both of us.

"Please..."

"Please, what...?"

I watch you work yourself into a tizzy, then -- blushing, looking away, squirming beneath my hand... my goodness. You can't get the words out, but I can practically see them on your face, in your movements, in your eyes as you glower up at me. I stifle the urge to giggle, though I'm sure my glee is all over my face.

"Hehe... All that stands between you and what you want is a few simple words... but rest assured, without them, you won't be getting anything from me."

I watch your flustered, frustrated blush spread all over you.

"Casper...!"

"Yes?"

"Please!"

"Again, I ask... please what, peach? I thought you were sleepy, by the way... what happened?"

You whimper, covering your face with your hands and peering up at me through your fingers. Now that you've got a shield, I wonder... Will you ask? Unfortunately for you, if you do summon the courage, you certainly won't be able to protect your delicate spots and hide from me at the same time. I'm dying to know which you'll choose...

Maybe you need a bit of encouragement?

"Come on, sweetheart... I think we both know what you need, right now. Something to tire you out so you can sleep soundly, hm? Something to get you in that nice, giddy, relaxed mood... maybe give you a few butterflies, too~? Can't you ask your friend nicely for what you'd like...?"

To emphasize my point, I flex my fingertips quickly -- just once -- against your belly, eliciting a surprised squeak and jolt from you.

"CASPER!" You whine into your hands, kicking your feet a bit against the couch.

The urge to chuckle at your flustered, endearing antics is almost impossible for me to resist, now, but I somehow manage.

"I'm waiting... Don't take too long, little lee; I get sleepy, too, you know..."

"Casper, please, t..."

"That's it..."

"Please t-tickle me..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear that. Could you speak up, please~?"

Your response is unprintable, and finally, I can't resist laughing. God, you're a delight to play with.

"Such language, tsk tsk! Maybe I should reconsider playing with someone who's got such a mouth on them..."

"Wait, I'm sorry!"

"Hehe... clock's ticking, dear. The movie's over, it's close to bedtime... Now or never. What's your answer?"

I watch you take a breath, like you're preparing to dive underwater.

"P-please... t-tickle me..."

"There we go! Oh, I'm so proud!"

My fingers come to life against your tummy as I reward you with quick, spidery tickles all over your midsection. You erupt with laughter, squirming like a fish out of water against my lap... And I'm amused to find that you've chosen to keep your absolutely glowing face covered by your hands, instead of trying to fight me. My fingertips have free range to gently torture you, and that's exactly what they do -- pinching your sides, scribbling into the soft center of your tummy, scritching along your ribs, ravishing you until you're nothing but a blushing, giggling, flustered mess of a shy lee... Just the way I like you. 💙

[nuggets-and-stars]

Um, if it's okay, maybe do headcannons of pets from LPS. I'm mostly interested about how ticklish they really are.... I mean if it's okay with you....

Yessssss let's do this thingggg

Note: when I refer to them, I imagine them as human in an au of some sort. But you can just imagine them as the pets if you want :)

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🧡Russell 🧡

He is a very frequent victim to tickle attacks

He is just so uptight and cautious of course he has to get wrecked

His death spot is definitely his armpits and thighs

Russell is very self-conscious about his body so he gets super flustered with belly kisses

Can't stand squeezes or squishes

His laugh is pretty hiccupy

He's pretty air ticklish

Literally any kind of teases will destroy him

Doesn't get lee moods often, but when he does, it's bad

Sunil and Vinnie team up against Russell constantly

Russell definitely prefers to be the ler

He sometimes just tries to find excuses to wreck them

He would definitely tickle one of his friends for being too reckless

He's the group dad so he probably be a bit of a silly ler

I think Vinnie, Sunil, and Pepper would be his favorite victims

because they're little shits

Gets super nervous after he wrecks someone

"Are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you need anything? Water-?"

💜Zoe💜

She gets all giggly with neck kisses, let's just get that out of the way

Her stomach is definitely a weak point

Zoe wears crop tops quite often as a nonverbal way to ask for tickles

Unfortunately for her all of her friends are obvious

Either that or they act like they don't know what she's doing and they won't do anything until she actually asks

Teases like "Who would've thought that the mighty Zoe Trent is ticklish?" absolutely send her

She also hates it when people point out her snorts

bonus for if we're talking pet or anthro: she tries to deny she's having fun until someone points out her tail is wagging

Zoe loves using anticipation. It's, like, her favorite thing to do

Wiggling her finger, hovering over a bad spot, etc

She will use the word tickle against you

Whispers teases in your ear

She has very long nails which is perfect for skittering

If she feels close enough to the person she's wrecking she'll do ticklish kisses on your belly, leaving lipstick marks, which just flusters her lee more

❤️Minka❤️

(Couldn't find any pink hearts so this'll have to do)

Won't deny the fact that she's having fun or enjoys tickling

Will flat out say yes if you ask she's ticklish

Which flusters her friends more than it could ever fluster her

Her worst spots are probably her sides and ribs

Her friends definitely wreck her to get her to get all that energy out and to calm down

Teases don't really work on Minka all that much tbh

She just doesn't see why it's something to be embarrassed about

But when she realizes her friends get flustered and embarrassed by the mention of tickling and teasing...

Yeah she shows no mercy

She'll just bring up tickles randomly in the middle of conversation purposely wiggling her while the others are like 😳

And Sunil probably chokes on whatever drink he had

She's a very playful ler

Does a lot of vigorous pokes whenever her friends are least expecting it

Whenever she full on wrecks someone she likes to keep them guessing. One poke to the side, squeeze the thighs, pinch the hips, scribble around the ribs, and raspberry the tummy. You can never guess what her next move is

Says tickle a lot. It drives her victims up the wall

🖤Penny🖤

Like Russell, she is also very insecure about her body

Which means a lot of comfort tickles for when she's feeling self-conscious

She has some stretch marks so gentle traces get her all giggly and melty

She's super sensitive to raspberries

Just mouth tickles in general actually

Her giggles are very bubbly and high pitched

Penny is a very cuddly, gentle ler

Probably too gentle

She's just afraid of going overboard can you blame her

Her teases are full of complements and gentle cooeing

Perfect if she's using cheer up tickles

💚Vinnie💚

This boy is the most air ticklish person alive

If you so much as twitch your fingers in his direction he'll start giggling

Bratty mf

"Pfffffttt, what are you gonna do- waitwaitwaitwaitwaitI'msorry-"

His laugh is very giggly with some cackles thrown in

He's very embarrassed about being so ticklish

His ribs and waist are very bad spots

Also his ears. Stay away from his ears

Starts fighting until you actually start to tickle him, then he just goes limp

I imagine as a human he'd have a bit of a stubble so he'd definitely use that to his advantage

Mouth tickles from him would be a nightmare

Vinnie loves to team up with people. Minka, Pepper, especially Sunil

They are a very scary ler duo

He likes to act oblivious to what he's doing, knowing full on well that his lee is dying

"Huh? Why are you laughing? I'm not doing anything... can you speak up? I can't....... Ooohhh I'm tickling you? Really?"

💙Sunil💙

He also gets tickled as a way to calm him down

Sunil is just such an anxious little guy, he just needs some assurance sometimes :)

His stomach and feet are his worst spots

His back is also surprisingly ticklish

There are times when his friends has offered to give him a massage to calm him down that ended with Sunil fighting for his life

Very sensitive to teases of any kind

He is like.... a surprisingly good ler

Whenever he teases he does it in such a tone that I can't even describe

But it's so different from his usual voice that as soon as he goes into That Voice, the victim knows they're in trouble

His teases are so mean istg

He can do any tease FLAWLESSLY

His favorite thing to do is corner a lee and describe in detail just how he's planning on wrecking them

🤍Pepper🤍

Her laugh is the cutest thing anyone has ever heard

I mean... have you heard it in the show???

Her worst spots are her neck, armpits, and bellybutton

Just stick one finger in there and she's deceased

Quite the squirmer so look out

She is a big ol' tickle monster. She knows exactly which teases get who and the methods that'll get the best reaction, knows everyone's worst spots

She was very cocky about her tickle monster status. Until Vinnie saw a funny meme on his phone and lightly elbowed Pepper's ribs to get her attention, which caused her to giggle. Loudly

.... While everyone else was in the room

They all got their revenge on Pepper that night (they provided aftercare though they're not monsters)

But they never let Pepper live it down

Pepper is scaringly good at raspberries and nibbles

[the-tickly-faerie]

Hi! So maybe ranboos being a little sassy pants so tubbo goes after his toe beans? Feel free to ignore <3

Toe beans!

a/n holy moly this was from last year oops! I hope this is good! 

Warning Feet tickles

Ranboo was in a very flustering situation. Tubbo’s hand was hovering and wiggling right over his toe beans, a very ticklish spot. Tubbo had a mean grin on his face, Ranboo could feel his face go red. 

“This could have been avoided Ranboo. But noooo you decided to keep bugging me” 

Ranboo was in a very bad lee mood, which motivated the behavior, but Ranboo wasn’t going down without a fight. 

“But it’s so fun bugging you! You jumped so high when I scared you! How could I not Tubbo?” Tubbo’s grin got wider, he decided to ask the unfair question that was Ranboo’s demise.

“Oh Ranboo, I was going to be nice and just tickle you. But now since you decided to sass me, I guess you will just have to ask,” Tubbo teased. When this was said, Ranboo could feel the butterflies in tummy triple in amount. That was a mean move, Tubbo knows how Ranboo could not say tickle for the life of him. Ranboo, not saying anything, shakes his head to give Tubbo a silent no.

“Come on Boo you decided to sass, so you can say tickle. We both know that's what you want. Just say the magic word~” Tubbo gave a quick poke to the adorable toe beans to tease the poor flustered lee. This of course got a squirm and a little gasp.

“Tubboooo,” Ranboo whined, the squirming increased. 

“You know what you have to do to get tickles little lee.” Ranboo put his hands on his face, he knew what he had to do. All he was doing now was just pushing back the inevitable. Frankly he just wants to get tickled. He took a deep breath and decided to finally ask.

“Tubbo could you um tickle me,” it was said so quietly Tubbo could almost barely hear it, he had half a mind to make him ask again but he isn’t that mean. 

“Aww thank you for asking so nicely Ranboo, you asked so well! I’m so proud of you.” And just as promised Tubbo slowly brought his hand down, right above Ranboo’s foot. “I can’t wait to tickle those toe beans Ranboo.” After a second, Tubbo started scribbling over ranboo’s toe beans.

This immediately made Ranboo squeal, it felt like the anticipation made everything more sensitive. Ranboo was laughing so hard, his toe beans was one of his worse spots.

“Tubbohohoho.” 

“Yes giggly bean?” Ranboo didn’t respond, to busy laughing. Tubbo then switched to a soft tracing. Trancing every toe very slowly. Which made Ranboo’s laughter switch to giggling. Tubbo knows Ranboo could only handle rough tickles for a little and soft tickles was better for him. Plus Tubbo loves to hear Ranboo’s giggles. His giggles had little snorts and hiccups mixed in. It was so cute. 

“Tubbohohoh it ticklehehehes” 

“Well it’s supposed too silly!” Tubbo could see that Ranboo was getting close to his max, so he decided to make it a grand finale. He started scribbling all of his toes again, switching from feet to feet. Ranboo’s laugh came out full force and he was wiggling like there was no tomorrow. Ranboo couldn’t formulate sentences and even words, his brain felt too mushy and buzzy. Tubbo decided to bring out his worst weapon, raspberries. Tubbo took a large breath in and blew a giant tickly raspberry on the biggest toe bean. Ranboo’s laugh rose in pitch and he arched his back. Once the raspberry ended he laid on the floor limp giggling. Totally tuckered out. Tubbo smiled and rubbed his friend's feet to get rid of the tickly feeling. After a couple minutes ranboo’s giggles ended but he still laid on the floor. 

“You doing good there Boo?” the boy answered with a thumbs up, he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Tubbo decided to put on a movie so that both could relax.

[jinleebelee]

1, 2, 12 and 18?

Love you Jin💙

Mfm I love you too you meanie lee

1 what's a unique tickle spot you have/you like to tickle

On the to tickle part ( you all owe me for saying the t word when I'm this lee mood) I haven't really tickled people considering that ever few blue moons my sister would tickle me and even when I could 99 out 1 I'd be lee too

But I really really like having my ear tickled... theirs two ways that really really get me besides the occasional tickles with feathers that sometimes work and sometimes don't going one whispering (which you could whisper teases) and two blowwing- I actually had someone not on purpose do this to me because of how lee I was at school

Basically the kid ( I call students kid cause that whay I do he was around my age so don't you be thinking I'm so fucking pedo and crap) wanted to whisper something and me being the lee and lee that I was in class immediately walked towards him and when insay it tickled it tickled and it felt amazing and I actually asked him "what was that" just to get tickled again-

I also have very very very aenarive shoulders if you massaged them it would tickle me like crazy and I enjoy it very very very much

2 what's an underrated tickle tool in your opinion

Well I'd say the eletric flosser....and baby oil

(Your so freaken mean ashy using tools against knowing how much I love and fear tools or wait idk if you did or not but YOU DO NLW AND I WANT REVWNGE ADTER THIA LEE MOOD IS GONE)

12 favorite tickle spot in general

Um- I have a few like my neck ears shoulders and one that I get very very very embarrassed about and I'm really super insured about and feel that if I say I might upset others or I don't know um my feet... it's stupid I know but I feel very embarrassed about liking my feet tickled and just rgh it's all stupid and embarrassing and haven't told anyone about that- I just think it's stupid for me

18. A time something unintentionally tickled

I do have two incidents and this was back in the 6th grade for the first one (aka my worst first worst year in middle school and yes all the years were bad if ya wanna know what happened boy do I have a sotry for yall it's a 3 year story and I'll tell yall if ya want later )

Anyways anwaysv

Me and these three students were working on a project something about the past when the country's were alll fucked up in different places. Pendora Era or whatever and wellll one of the kids call him J poked me in the side I think or hip and I jumped. I remember it tickled pretty bad and I covered my hand on that spot. The two girls asked what happened and I either said something tickled or nothing. Either the kid knew what was going on or something but he poked me again and it tickled like a fucking bitch causing me to giggle like a fucking idiot. But then after we all lined up he did it again but it hurt and it didn't tickle (which still disappoints me to this day cause I really really liked being tickled- even back then-)

The second time when I was out of that middle hell thankfully was arooound the 10th grade. A friend of mine from school really liked giving out hugs right. It was his natural thing. I was at gym and I saw him and he saw me. He ran up to me and did his usual hug but what I didn't expect was the God damn mother fucker. His fuckinf voice or breathe fucking ticked my God damn neck and I started to smile like a bitch and hugged him tighter not wanting this to end. Thankfully I had a mask on (during the covid crap still going on)

Now as some of yall know I freeze up when people hug me when I'm not expecting or expecting it. It just something I'm not used to . Physical affection but when this kosher fucker hugged me and it started to tickle I didn't want it to end- not one bit see this is how Deserete I get yall

[procuder]

It's fine and you're totally right about this. There are many things that have been changed (actually, it's more than just a lot if we really have to spot) I could go on all day talking about it. And I'm a bit...disappointed? English wasn't my native language at all but I have to. Okay, at first, it wasn't that much of a disappointment, but then I realized that Lee Hyun Min-nim chose to alter the plot at various points because it was "not fun enough" or something like that quite rightly changed my view of manhwa adaptation (it's getting worse)

And the worse part is they keep making Lloyd look so demonic. And those expressions make me feel bad every time I read them. They sacrificed many elements that would have made the story mellow in its many moods just to make Lloyd seem like such a crazy man??????????

I really wonder what its purpose is, because if we look at Lloyd in the novel and Lloyd in the manhwa, they are so different. It's really weird and I don't like that at all. I still don't understand why they had to try to make Lloyd *do those facial expressions* that often??? (It's been almost every episode since they started making Lloyd look like this) again, what's the point?? And the "jokes about Lloyd's face" made me really dislike it (no I hated it all of my life)

I mean, didn't he confirm himself that the webnovel was really fun??? He even said that they wouldn't change things too much to change the ending, but look at what they did... I was very excited about reading the special at first because we would find out the reasons for making such unnecessary changes to the story. But after reading so many special chapters, I don't know how to feel about that information. Um...did you change it because it was fun...was it funny...?? Help?????

Oh, and I won't mention how they changed Javier's disguise in Namaran and how they wrote Javier and Siluria's love story. I know the romance is what happens and is explained in the sequel, but it doesn't make any sense for me. Would you mind if I said I'm a bit (I'm so fucking) confused about it?

They wrote the romance of Emily and Kugur very well, but I don't know why I'm so disappointed they chose to do it this way with Javier. I mean, again, it was rushed. It's like, oh! our Javier, even at the end of the novel, doesn't show that he has a lover? So let's match him up now *wink*

They fought together. Oh, their hands touched, oh, they blushed and fell in love???? *Sighs heavily* What the hell? Compared to the parts they chose to cut out for this scene, I was really disappointed somehow, but I didn't know who to talk to. For some reason, I wanted to turn into a wolf and howl like crazy.

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS HELLKAROS (I'm his kin and it's really...) It's not just the design, but also his intention and more. The webnovel was very deliberate in presenting him with a blue and cold tone. We always get a calm and cool feeling that goes against the grain of hell from his illustration.

And they?? changed him?? With all of that red??? Oh, when he seemed to have something to do with the system, it really offended me because I live in his shoes and I know him the most /hj When does a man who has spent his entire life engaged in enormous work have the time to do such a thing like that? When??

Even in the special episode, there was no explanation why he had to turn the Hell King in that way. The scene where they first meet in the webnovel is much better and is explained, expanded upon, and also heavily hinted at the next time they meet. I don't even want to imagine what they will do to this old man in the future. I don't have much to say about him here, since you've done all of it. How could a man who spent 670,000 years of his life working and dealing with the demons in hell have time to do something like this? The rules?? What did they have been cooking???

I hope they prove something to make me feel better after this. I even wonder how they can represent things in this way under BK Moon's permission... I don't even know how this will end, even though we have read the novel.

sometimes i think i'm being too harsh on the webcomic and that maybe it's better than i give it credit for. but then i reread it and nope i am totally in the right and i will never forgive some of the choices being made

anyway.

why did they change julian's letter to lloyd. what purpose did that have.

look at this

doesn't seem so bad right? nice little letter julian being a sweetheart to his parents, even asking after his brother, nothing out of the ordinary

EXCEPT. THEY COMPLETELY CHANGED THE PURPOSE OF THE LETTER.

to star with it the letter was supposed to be for lloyd! not for arcos and marbella!! it was julian writing to his hyung just after graduating!! like!!

To Lloyd, I graduated, and I got fairly good grades. It's all thanks to you. I was able to give my all. And I realized a lot of things the last time I met you after a long while. It was all possible because of you. Thank you. See you soon. Julian, your young brother who wants to be your pride.

∧ this is the letter julian sent lloyd. do you see the difference. do you see how much feeling and sentiment they cut off on the webcomic??

julian isn't trying to prove to his parents that he can be as dependable as lloyd. he wants to make his brother proud!! he's thankful for what lloyd did for him!! he outright tells him it's thanks to him that he was able to graduate with good grades at all!!

he doesn't even mention that he graduated second of his class, arcos is the one that has to tell lloyd about it. and lloyd is genuinely surprised and awed by it! it's!! a cute scene!!!

just. here i'm really not making it justice

Lloyd carefully studied the letter. He was proud of every black word written on the white paper. It was only a few lines, but he swelled with happiness nonetheless. A part of him ven felt an immense sense of contentment. Before he knew it, he had read over the letter five times already. Graduation, huh. Lloyd, too, wanted to graduate. He wanted to graduate, pass the exam, and land a job. But he was forced into this world before he saw the fruit of his efforts. Though he couldn't deny that the knowledge he had acquired in his world helped him a lot, a corner of his heart was occupied with a pang of sorrow for being unable to finish his degree. Well, I know it's not like a diploma will feed me, but still. [...] But still, I wanted to get a diploma. Lloyd still felt regretful that he couldn't get one when he had put in great effort to get one. He occasionally ponded on the matter. And now, here came the news of Julian performing beyond any expectations of him and giving the credit to Lloyd. The boy even added a pleasing remark that he wished to become a proud young brother to Lloyd. Lloyd felt grateful and content as he read those words. His heart swelled with pride as though he was the one who had graduated. That rascal. I'm going to give him a noggie on his chestnut like head. Lloyd carefully folded the letter thinking to make sure it wouldn't get crumpled. Then he carefully put it in his inner pocked. Later, even when he continued to have his meal and enjoyed reuniting with the count and countess, he had his hand placed on the middle of his chest. And as though the letter was responding to him inside, it rustled. Lloyd swelled with gratitude and joy once again every time it happened. The entire time he couldn't erase the smile off his face.

lloyd is!! so fucking proud of julian!! he feels so happy he could be the reason julian gets to graduate!! to do the thing he wanted so bad but was unable to!! and julian responds in kind by thanking him and telling him he's the reason he could do it!! lloyd is so proud and happy it almost feels like he got to graduate himself!!

the care with which he puts the letter away!! worrying about it getting wrinkled!! unconsciously touching it and getting happy all over again!!

do you get why i'm so upset this scene was completely rewritten and stripped of all the care and love it had in the novel. do you get it. i want to bite someone.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Slashers x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You know how in The Vampire Diaries, the vampires are always turning their humanity off and going evil and psycho? And how that’s a big problem??

Well, what if someone cursed the Slashers, who have done all these horrible things, killed all these people… to HAVE humanity? So they have to feel the crushing weight of the things they’ve done- feel guilty.

So basically a witch curses them to be good, and sane. How does that go? How does he act? Do you still love him? You should, shouldn’t you? He’s good now! But… He may not be the person you fell for, anymore.

Includes: Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers

Warnings: Sexual references and angst. Also dumb idea, and unedited ^^

Chucky Lee Ray:

Chucky, wearing Nica’s body still is in the other room with Glen and Glenda; Talking. You can hear the level, controlled sound of Nica’s voice murmuring, but because he’s not cackling like a mad person and cracking sex jokes like he used to, you can’t really tell what the mood is. Not that you’re particularly interested, you think as you stir sugar into the tea Tiffany made for you. Since that curse, something has been… off.

With you. With how you feel.

And you don’t know what to do about it; The road trip to Tiffany’s house was mostly silent because of that.

Speaking of her, you can tell that she’s straining her ears to hear what’s going on in the other room as she sits down with her own mug. You consider telling her not to worry, that whatever he’ saying won’t hurt anyone actually, but cant bring yourself to say the words. Instead you just set your elbows on the table and carry the hot, steaming tea up to your face.

“You know… it was, um, good of you- to let him talk to them.” You say, forcing conversation.

“Oh- yeah, well, he’s their Dad, so… “ She seems lost in her thoughts for a moment, confused by all of this - your turning up at her house unannounced, Chucky’s new manners, the fact that he brought flowers, his request to see his kids… - before her eyes snap to you and she suddenly sets her cup firmly down on the table; Focused. “Okay, cut the crap. What the hell is going on??”

Sighing, you slump forward. “I told you, a witch cursed him.”

“He brought sunflowers. Chucky brought sunflowers.” Tiffany reminds you, because it really is ridiculous. You know that.

“He likes sunflowers.” Is all you say in explanation, though, too tired and hurt to argue. This is how it is now, Chucky is thoughtful and he wants a relationship with his kids. Its odd, but you should be happy, shouldn’t you? You should all be happy.

“He bought plant food for them.”

“Yeah, well… “You shrug, remembering the trip to the store this morning, to buy the flowers. There was a whole conversation about whether or not to get a vase for Tiffany, too, but you managed to convince him that she might be offended that he thought she wouldn’t have one of those. “He didn’t know if you had any.”

“But- I- “Tiffany just sems totally boggled, looking to the other room with an entirely stupefied expression on her face. “He’s- “ A big ass, yes. Well, he used to be. Not anymore. After a moment of searching for words, or some reason he could be faking it, and finding nothing because that’s not exactly his style… Tiffany sighs, turning back to you. “Okay, fine. How are you dealing with this?”

Oh- “I’m fine, I guess…? I mean… he does cuddles, now. Which is nice… “

She smirks at you, and shakes her head. “You’re totally freaked out.”

“No, I’m- “

“You’re freaking out, and you wanna bolt.” She goes on, letting out a wistful sigh as if she has you and your current psyche all figured out- which she does, much to your chagrin. “The only reason someone falls for a guy like Chucky- is being they’re an emotional wreck themselves. Trust me, I know, I’ve been there sweetie. He’s an asshole, so he makes… well- made, you feel like you don’t owe him your love or any emotional vulnerability, like you might with a nice guy. But all that stability is gone, now, so you have to face your inner trauma… Oof, that sucks.”

How did she peg you so freaken correct- “Tiffany, I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

“No, probably not.” Tapping sharp, black nails against the teacup in front of her, she gives a half-shrug. “But I am the only person in the world who might get your current dilemma… so if you wanted to talk about it~ I’m right here.”

“… “This is probably a really bad idea, but… “I feel like a terrible person,” You give in, groaning as you press your forehead against your own cup. Its hot, and you quickly pull away again; Setting it down on the table and hiding our face inside your hands, instead.

“You’re not!! It makes sense if you don’t want him anymore- he’s a totally different person now.  I mean- he’s lost all sexual prowess to me, for sure, and I’m not even in love with him anymore.”

“I still love him!” You insist, gently. Because its true. You still have very deep feelings for Chucky and you can’t imagine a time that you won’t. You’ll always look at him, and feel.  “But… I just… I don’t know this guy. He laughs at mean jokes but he doesn’t make them anymore, he asked the florist for help today and then tipped her- with money and not a comment on her breastage, he kisses me on the cheek and tells me he loves me? And he has to leave the room if he sees blood!... I… It’s an adjustment, that’s all.”

“Sounds freaky as hell, to me.”

“Yeah.”

For a few moments, the two of you revel in this new world you’ve found yourselves in… where Chucky is actually a good guy… as ironic as that is. You sit in silence until Tiffany’s gaze slips back to you, and she reaches over to tuck some hair behind your ear; All gentle, and comforting. Like a mother. “Sweetie… its okay, to miss the way he was.” Your jaw drops.

“But he was!- “

“I know,” She assures. “He was evil and rude and horrible. But that’s the Chucky you fell in love with… So yeah, its okay to miss him.” When you look away from her, sinking further into the emotional mess inside you, she moves to grab your chin- making you look at her again. “And its also okay to fall in love with this new version of him, eventually. If you want to.”

After Tiffany lets you go to take a sip of her tea, Chucky (‘Nica’) enters the kitchen and his hands land on your shoulders. He gives you a kiss on the head and he low voice he murmurs to you that he’s going to go get Glen and Glenda’s presents. “Okay, love you, I’ll be right back. House is looking great, Tiff!”

As he leaves the house to go to the car, Tiffany looks to you with wide eyes. “Freakish.” She says, shaking her head as you finally let out a giggle over this.

Freakish, indeed.

Freddy Krueger:

You don’t believe it for a second. This is absolutely a trick, right? He would totally do something like this. In just a moment he’s going to wipe that sad look off his face that is so ridiculously foreign - pantomime, practically, - and say something terrible, start laughing, and that’ll be it. You’ve spent a long time getting used to him and his pranks- you know how this goes.

… But he doesn’t wipe that look off his face. You roll your eyes and force an amused scoff, but he just looks confused at you.

“… Freddy. This isn’t funny. Stop it.”

He doesn’t, but that doesn’t prove anything; Its just like him to take a joke too far. In fact its not funny to him unless its miles past the line, so you just turn away to walk off. He can have fun with himself- you’re not interested in this one. It’s confusing, and sad.

You don’t get far, though, before he rushes after you and grabs you by the arm, turning you back around- and letting you go. He raises his hands in surrender, his beloved glove nowhere to be seen, looking wide eyed and desperate. “Y/N please.” Please??! That’s a little over the top, come on now- “I’m telling you, I don’t know what’s happened, I don’t know how real this curse is, but I- but I feel this… weird, uncomfortable tightness in- in my chest. I need your help, please- “

“I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

“Okay yeah- I can see how you might think this is a trick but- “

“I told you, I’m over this already!”

A flash of irritation flickers across his face, but you know it’s not the normal kind. His fingers don’t flick like they would usually, like they’re itching to stab something. Instead he just clenches his fists and frowns. “Okay- “He stops to think a moment, looking serious. “Okay, hold on. Hold on right there.” By holding out his hands, but not touching you or even invading your space at all, he gestures for you to stay put- that same sense of desperation staying a constant in those wide blue eyes. “Just… stay. I’ll be right back.”

Then Freddy disappears, and you’re just wondering what is going to jump out at you, and from where??? You swear to god, if its spiders, you’re going to take Hypnocil for an entire month-

This is all very… odd, the traitorous part of you thinks. He’s acting so… mellow. Calm.

All the time you’ve known this asshole, even when he was alive, he was always a little bit manic. There was always a bite to his demeanour, something venomous to say at the tip of his tongue, a darkness in his face. But now he’s mellow, polite, and his eyes have never been so clear. What… is… happening!?

When he comes back, the first thing you notice is his appearance- he’s still burned, but the sweater he wears is a plain black and there are bandages peaking out of it; Wrapped around his neck and his hands, and assumedly everywhere else. He’s looking down into a box he’s carrying in his arms, but you put your hand on his shoulder and make him look at you, tilting your head to the side in curiosity. “Freddy… are you okay? What’s with the bandages?”

“… “You watch him carefully, and his eyes flicker downwards, and he seems to go somewhere else for a moment, alone inside his mind, before he shakes his head. “I’m fine. The burns were just, ah, reminding me… “

Okay he’s starting to concern you, now, and damnit, it creeps right into your tone. “Reminding you of what?” If he wanted to make a fool of you, he’s done it now.

“Uhh, the… things, I’ve done… “

The way he says ‘things’, and how he avoids eye contact when he says it, worries you even more. It’s weird, he seems… almost… tortured. Guilt-ridden. Like he feels bad for the terrible things he’s done!!

Freddy Krueger.

Feeling sorry.

It strikes you as so totally deranged a thought that you can’t find words for a moment as you stare at him. Is this real?? Is this even him? Looks like Freddy, sounds like Freddy, even stands like Freddy… But…

“What’s in the box?” You ask, suspicion thick in your voice, stepping back and crossing your arms.

You hope to god, for once, that its some kind of bloody organ, scalp, penis or decapitated head, because you don’t know how deal with this if its true. That which said he would be incapacitated with guilt, and just by running through some of the things he’s done… you know she’s right. And you know he deserves it, but its going to be so hard to watch.

“I thought… “He flicks open the box, and reaches in, pulling something out. You recognise the sound before you see it. “You might wanna take this. Careful.”

You’re handed, gently, that iconic glove. Its heavier than you expected and the knives are rusty, but you’ve seen it a million times before so you don’t take long staring at it; Switching to glaring at Freddy in confusion. “… what’s this for?”

Dropping the box off to the side, where it disappears into the floor, Freddy clenched a shaking fist tightly closed so it stops- still strong as hell, apparently. “I was wondering if you could take it outta the dreamworld and destroy it.” He says, without looking at you. “Oh- “Then holds up a finger. “Try melting it down under a church, if you can swing it… Might work a bit better.”

“Work to what?”

Suddenly he looks really nervous, and guilty, and his eyes fly upwards to avoid yours. Now this is a familiar expression on him, though its usually fitted with a smirk- that doesn’t exist now. “It’ll… um… “Eyes narrowing, you wait for an explanation that you know you’re not going to like. “If all goes well, it’ll… possibly… kill me… “

When you don’t respond, just stare at him - the tiniest hint of anger in your eyes, -, he stands back and scratches the back of his neck- still avoiding your eyes. “… yeah.”

Michael Myers:

When you open up your front door and see Michael there, you know somethings wrong. A sense of dread spreads catches from your chest and spreads throughout your body, because he never comes through the front door. He definitely doesn’t knock, either.

You both had thought he was fine after yesterday, and the witch left. She said she cursed him, but he didn’t seem changed and just went on with his life.

But now he’s on your front porch, mask clutched in his fist at his side, head tipped down and you know something is wrong. “… Michael?... “You reach over to touch his shoulder, and he flinches. Michael actually flinches, and your eyes go wide. Then he looks up, and there isn’t a shadow over his eyes like there once was. He reaches over and takes you in his hands, and you get one glance at his war-torn features before he pulls you into a hug.

“Mm,” You sigh, though it’s muffled by his chest. Because he needs it, you wrap your arms back around him, one hand on the back of his shoulder and the other in his hair, fingers spread through the short, whiskery grey hair. “Michael… “Fitting your chin into his shoulder, you try to force the dread out of your voice. “Are you okay??”

Obviously, he doesn’t say anything back, but the way he cuddles your body back to his is far too gentle, far too loving. He doesn’t either squeeze you so hard that you struggle to breath, or drop his arms at a sign of weakness. Instead he turns his head into your hair and takes a deep breath, full of your scent.

This is so odd. Michael is not at all an affectionate person, so the only reason that he would be so clingy right now can only be that… the curse worked.

He’s feeling the guilt and horror of all the people he’s killed his entire life hit him all at once… your heart hurts just thinking about it. “Oh I’m so sorry… “

There’s a consistent shake coming from his body, especially his fingers curled around the back of your shoulders and gripping your waist. “Come on, we can’t keep you standing out here.” Dislodging yourself from Michael, you take those shaking hands in yours and guide him further into the house, closing the door behind him. Then you lead him to the couch and get him to sit down.

He doesn’t let go of you, though, guiding you into his lap where he puts your head back into his neck and wraps his arms back around your waist.

~

The next morning, you wake up on the couch all alone. You look around for Michael, wondering where he went if he’s not here- but it’s not totally out of character for him to disappear, so you give up before too long. He’s probably just walking, or getting food. God knows your kitchen doesn’t have any.

As you sit back down on the couch after taking a shower and getting changed, worrying about how Michael’s going to deal after this, you pick up the remote and switch on the TV. Sighing, you cuddle a pillow to your chest and switch to the local news station.

When the picture in front of you sinks in, you straighten up immediately and fling the remote to the other end of the couch- the pillow going with it. Your heartbeat hammers hard against your chest and blood pumps painfully loudly in your ears, as you watch Michael walk into Smithsgrove.

Past the terrible gates and through the soulless courtyard and right to the door. They put the handcuffs on him behind a news reporter talking about the Shape of Haddonfield, and it all being over, and considering a death sentence, and a scream bubbles up in your throat. You swallow it down, you stay quiet, but part of it lingers like threat in the back.

A doctor guides him through the doors and then he’s gone, out of the shot.