#ler!ateez

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hiii i was wondering if you could write ler 3racha and lee hongjoong from ateez? like the time they wrote a song all together, maybe they notice that hongjoong is really tired but isnt sleeping so they give him soft tickles to make him more tired. and yk those pens that give u an electric shock when you press them? what if like chan had one of those on his desk in his pen cup and so he used it on hongjoong like on his ribs to send tiny shocks to him??? PLSSSS AND THANK YOUUU I LOVE UR WRITING STYLE

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/𝙣: STAN STRAYTEEZ 😭💗🩷

𝙩/𝙬: soft tickling, use of electric pen (very softly), and lots of teasing

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hongjoong

𝙡𝙚𝙧: 3racha (chan, changbin, han)

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

The four men were hunched over Chan’s laptop, busy mixing up a new track and their focus was sharp and ready. 

Jisung hummed the tune every once in a while but other than that, no sound was made in the room, the silence comfortable as it echoed freely. 

Hongjoong was hunched over a notebook, looking at lyrics, but his usual enthusiasm seemed to be waning. 

“You okay?” Channie asked, patting at his fellow leaders’ shoulder as Changbin looked at the tired middle with sympathy. 

Joongie waved it off. “Yeah…just a bit tired.” He pursed his lips and continued to blink at the notebook, seemingly holding back sleep. 

“Let’s take a small break, hm?” Jisung announced, clapping his hands before standing up and sitting next to Hongjoong on the couch. 

Joongie hummed but continued to lock eyes with the writing on his page. “Let’s take five, hyung.” Hannie whispered again, and the older nodded and closed the book. 

“You look really tired…” Changbin commented meekly, but yet again, Hongjoong waved it off. “It’s fine, Binnie, just a bit sleepy as of late.”

“Well…maybe take a nap? We’ll be right here, Joong-ah.” Channie responded firmly, laying Hongjoong’s head against his chest and wrapping his arms around him gently. 

“Nono…that’s okay, hyung. Seriously, I’m fin—AH!!” He shrieked as Chan poked at his side to shut him up. 

“Oh? Is someone ticklish?” Channie cooed, and the others flushed at the teasing tone Chan had put on specifically for teasing purposes. “No…IM NOT AGH!!” He squealed again as Channie’s hand massaged into his side. “Cause it seems to me that someone is~” 

Hannie decided to help to wane his increasing lee mood, massaging into Hongjoong’s waist gently to elicit sweet giggles as the younger leader squirmed beneath their fingers. 

Changbin reached back and grabbed the electric pen, the one that normally helped keep Chan awake by sending tiny shocks through his fingers. 

“Nohohoho Ihihit’s tohohohoo muhuhuch!!” Poor Joongie giggled, frantic laughter pouring from him as Jisung moved to his belly, and Channie continued dragging his nails along his neck while holding him up by the chin. 

Changbin gently pressed the pen against Hongjoong’s ribs, calculating for a while where to keep it before gently pressing the small button that sent the shock. 

“Aaahhh nooooo!!” Hongjoong squealed and tried to slide down Channie’s hold, but the older leader held steadfast, laughs echoing throughout the room at his adorable reaction. 

Changbin continued to press the button, alternating locations and even sometimes poking the pen into the older’s belly button, and Joongie would let out a howl every time as the shocks sent unbearable tingles up and down his body. 

“Ohoho gohohoshhh!! Plehehehease I cahahahant tahahahake ihihit!!” He pleaded, trembling as Channie’s fingers moved to his collarbone and one hand shoved up his armpit, making him laugh and twist side to side. The shocks sent him spiralling into fits of giggles.

But Chan was the worst, whispering tease after tease in his ear while praising him and continuing to tickle him to bits. Hongjoong swore his face was a bright red as Channie’s words took effect on his body. 

“Awhhhh…you’re so cute, aren’t you? You like this?~” Chan cooed into his ear, gently brushing his lips against the shell of the younger leader’s ear. 

Hongjoong’s laughter filled the room, a high-pitched symphony of uncontrollable giggles. His face flushed a deep shade of crimson as Chan’s relentless teasing and tickling worked him over.

The electric pen’s tiny shocks created a cascade of ticklish reactions that drove Hongjoong to near insanity. “Bihihihieniehe plehehehease!!” Hongjoong’s pleas were interspersed with breathless giggles. He wriggled desperately in Chan’s embrace, but the older leader held him firmly, a gentle but unyielding grip that ensured the tickling continued unabated. 

Changbin expertly maneuvered the pen across Hongjoong’s ribs and belly, evoking squeals of laughter each time he found a particularly sensitive spot.

Jisung, having moved to Hongjoong’s belly, used his fingertips to trace intricate patterns into the sensitive skin that made the older leader’s laughter rise in pitch and volume. The combination of gentle fingers and the electric pen was almost more than Joongie could handle. 

“Noohohohoo—!!” Joong squealed, his voice breaking as he fought to catch his breath between fits of giggles.

 “Awhhh, you’re doing so well, Joongie~” Chan murmured, his voice a teasing purr. “You’re so cute when you laugh like this. Is this fun for you?” He paused his fingers to whisper something that made Hongjoong’s face flame red, tears welling up in his eyes. “Do you enjoy this?~”

Hongjoong could barely respond, his laughter coming out in gasps and squeaks. His body was trembling from the intense tickling, but his face was bright with a mix of joy and exhaustion. 

Chan, noticing the fatigue settling over Hongjoong, gradually eased up on the tickling. Changbin slowly reduced the intensity of the shocks, and Jisung’s fingers relaxed their rhythm on Hongjoong’s belly. The room’s atmosphere softened, and Hongjoong’s laughter turned into softer, more quiet giggles.

The four of them looked at Hongjoong with a mixture of amusement and concern as his giggles tapered off into tired breaths. Chan gently released his hold, and Hongjoong slumped against him, his exhaustion evident in the way he closed his eyes.

“You did great, Joong-ah.” Chan whispered softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Hongjoong’s forehead. “You’re all done now.”

Changbin placed the electric pen back on the table and gave Hongjoong a gentle pat on the shoulder. “You okay there?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth.

Hongjoong nodded sleepily, his eyes barely open. “Yehah…just…really tired,” he murmured, his voice trailing off. Joongie’s breathing grew steady and deep as he finally surrendered to sleep. 

“I knew it would work!!” Channie whisper-yelled.

“I guess you’re always right, hyung.” Binnie sighed. 

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heyyy I was wondering if you could write an ateez story with yeosang as the lee? maybe he's feeling insecure about his birthmark so hongjoong and seonghwa help him by tickling him and kissing the birthmark?? idk if thats any good hahaha thankss

Sure thing! :]

I'm sorry for it being short, but hopefully you like it! 🙏

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

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Summary:

Yoesang feels insecure over his birth mark, so his two friends decide to help distract his worries.

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Warning:

・tickling

・negative thoughts

"Damn it.. Why now?" Yoesang whispered. He looked at the mirror in his studio room to stare at his birthmark with sorrow. He never had a problem with his birthmark for a long time until now, and Yeosang can't fathom why he's getting so worked up about it.

They were supposed to film an episode today for their fans, but he can't seem to get out of his chair to stop looking at his mark.

As if on cue, Yeosang heard a knock on his dorm.

"Yeosang? You in there? We're about to head out to film that episode, you ready?" Hongjoong could be heard behind the door.

".. A-almost! Just give me a second." Yeosang said, with an unoticable crack in his voice.

Yeosang hoped that he didn't hear it, be he spoke too soon, seeing Hongjoong already busting open the door with Seonghwa right behind him.

"Hey, Yeosang, I heard that crack in your voice. What's wrong?" Hongjoong asked, worriedly. He cupped Yeosang's face to have him look at his eyes, and that's when he saw how puffed up and worn out his eyes were.

"Yeosang.." Seonghwa said, also seeing how his eyes were.

"I-it's nothing, really.. Uhm, I'll meet you guys out there in a bit-" Yeosang was cut off by his own choke of words. Knowing that he was about to break, he instinctively leaned down a bit as far as he could due to Hongjoong still holding his face, and brought a hand to cover his mouth to reduce any more choked up words from happening.

"It's okay, Yeosang, just let it out.. Tell us what's happening." Hongjoong said, careingly. He let go of his face to then rest his hands on his shoulders to let the younger know that he's still there.

"I-.. It's stupid.." Yeosang finally said. Not really knowing what to do, he brought his other hand to grab at one of Hongjoong's wrist.

"Whatever is making you cry, we'll understand." Seonghwa reassured the best that he could.

Though.. The vocalist couldn't bare to answer their concerns. They want to help him, he knows that, but he also knows that he made a promise as to not get so worked up over his birthmark again.

Hongjoong knew that he wasn't going to open up anytime soon, so he got an idea as to get answers, and to cheer the younger a bit.

"Come on, Yeo~ your worries are valid, we just want to understand." Hongjoong said playfully. He then took his free hand to poke at Yeosang's side.

This surprised the younger, resulting to using the hand that was covering his mouth to push away the attacking hand from his leader.

"N-nohoho, Hongjoong! Nohohot thahahat!" Yeosang stammered. He couldn't bare tickling at a vulnerable predicament like this.

Seonghwa caught on as to what Hongjoong was trying to do, so he chimed in to help out by walking behind Yeosang and digging his hands in the back of his underarms.

"NAHAhaha, guhUHUYS!" Yeosang tried to fold in on himself, but Hongjoong was still latched onto one of his shoulders to keep him up.

"We just want to know why you're all sad, Yeo~" Hongjoong sung out. He then used both hands to attack Yeosang's ribs. Boy did that work.

"OHOHOKAY, OHOHOKAY! IHIH'LL TEHEHELL YOHOHOHOU GUHUYS!" Yeosang yelled out, defeated.

On que, Seonghwa and Hongjoong stopped their attack, and let Yeosang breath.

"Uhuhm.. Well, it has something to do with my birthmark.." Yeosang said, finally calming down. He darted his eyes to the ground, embarrassingly.

"Yeo.. We've told you about how we think of your birthmark before." Hongjoong said, gently resting his hand on the youngers shoulder once more.

"I-I know, but.. It got to me this time.." Yeosang said quietly.

"This birthmark of yours shows who you are, you know!" Seonghwa said, poking at his birthmark to lighten the mood, causing Yeosang to have a giggle fit because of how sensitive it is.

"Yohou've touohold mehe this behefore, hyuhung!" Yeosang batted away at the offending hand.

The leader of the group then cupped the youngers face for the second time to have him look up at him. "Your birthmark is not something to get upset over, alright Yeo? It makes you beautiful, and we all know how incredibly adorable it is too!" Hongjoong then pulled Yeosang's head up a bit to lean down and pepper small kisses at his birthmark.

'Why did kisses have to be so tickly?' Yeosang thought.

"NAHAhaha! Joong! Quhuhuit ihihit!" Yeosang grasped the older's wrists, trying to pull him away, but it made no effort.

Seonghwa put his own hand on the youngers shoulder then.

"You gotta admit, your birthmark makes you look quite cute." Seongwha said with a smile.

"Ohohokay, ihihi gehet it! M-myhihihi birthmark ihihis beautiful! Nohohow stohop!" Yeosang said quickly, trying to pull his head down.

Hongjoong stopped his onslaught, and gave Yeosang a reassuring pat on his head.

"Now get ready, you dork! We have an episode to film." Hongjoong jokingly said, poking at Yeosang's birthmark before signaling Seonghwa to leave the room with him.

As they both waved a temporary goodbye, Yeosang looked back at his mirror to look at his birthmark with ease.

'Maybe they're right.. My birthmark is quite cute afterall.' Yeosang thought with a smile before finishing getting ready for a long day.

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Hongjoong finding out you're ticklish

Okay Hongjoong won in the first voting, so here it is. I hope you like it! It's kindas hort :,) but it's the shortest out of all... I hope you like it tho

Pairing: Ler!Hongjoong x Lee!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tickling

Group: Ateez

Warnings: This fiction is a tickle fic so if you don't like this kind of stuff, keep scrolling <3

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You were watching a random series on Netflix with your best friend Hongjoong. But it was boring. You didn’t like the series that much and it wasn’t really exciting. So you wrapped your arms around Hongjoong’s waist and put your head on his chest.

He looked at you kinda confused. But he didn’t complain. It only had one negative side. He had a bad Ler Mood since the morning and the other members were all out for literally doing anything but being home.

So he looked at you again. And decided that he should try if you were a good Lee.

“I wonder Y/n, are you ticklish?” he randomly asked. You raised your eyebrows, while a little blush appeared on your cheeks. “Uhm…no?” you said but he heard your insecurity. And found it hilarious.

“Are you … sure?” he smiled softly as your cheeks blushed more. “Yes… absolutely…” you buried your face in his chest. “Nahahaw” he laughed at you, finding you absolutely hilarious and cute.

“Then you won’t mind if I try out right?” his smile turned into a smirk. “No- I mean yes I would mind-AH Hongjoong!” you tried to stop him but to late…

He has started poking your sides and from your squeal he now knew what he wanted to know. He had his prove that you were ticklish.

You flinched and tried to get away from the smoll evil boy but he pulled you back in his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you there, your back facing his chest while he softly clawed over your tummy.

You let out cute soft giggles while you squirmed a bit. Not really affectionate but that it at least looked like you were trying to get away. (You didn’t really want him to stop)

He really had fun and you could see that. And it was funnier that the series you were watching.

So he went for your side next. He softly scribbled with his free hands over it and sometimes randomly squeezed it. The squeals you were letting out when he did so were so precious to him.

He giggled with you, being so happy.  “Aww you’re so cute Y/nahh! But I bet you can giggle louder~” And with that he released your waist and took his boths hands to softly squeeze your both sides. What made you squirm just more, and your giggles became much louder.

And his did too (>.<)

I’m crying

“Nohoho Hongjohohohoong wahahahait stahahap” you laughed. He just giggled and said “Why should I stop? You aren’t even ticklish, remember? You should stand this!” and your face, that was red from the tickling and laughing, even blushed more.

He goes for poking and scribbling over your ribs now and your laugher goes one octave higher. “Ahahahahahahaha nohohohohohooo” you complained a bit but he giggles softly at you.

“I just want to try one more thing” he said and stopped for now. “What?” you asked exhausted. As his hands moved to your hips and you get an idea what he wants to try.

“No, Hongjoong no I – AAAAAhahahahahaha nohohoho” you tried to stop him again but smoll leader had to get rid of his mood and it was nearly done. And he kinda knew that you were actually enjoying this because your hands were all free and you didn’t even really try to stop him, you just covered your red face with your hands.

So he dug his fingers in your sensitive hips, driving you crazy with that. He drew tiny circles in your skin, over your hipbone and with his thumbs under your ribs too. Smoll leader is skilled (>.<)

But he really drives you crazy with that, you soon cried tears, squirming like a madman. But you also sounded so happy, that he didn’t want to stop now. But you laugher also went silent after like 7 minutes and he wasn’t actually a demon so he stopped and rubbed your tummy and sides to get rid of the ghost tickles.

You calmed down again and as he saw that you were breathing normally again, he immediately felt sorry for what he did. And so,, the kind, cute smoll leader he is,, he apologized.

“Ohh I’m sorry Y/n, I should’t have done this… Are you okay…?”

You shyly nod. “Yeah I’m fine.”

You took all your braveness and said “You don’t have to be sorry. I … liked it.” You blushed hardly.

“Awwww” his smile was so bright, it could lighten up a whole room. He was clearly happy. Your smile was bright too now.

“That’s so cute Y/n!” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, hugging you tight. You hugged him back. “I love you, Joongie” you whispered and buried your face in his shoulder. “I love you too” he said and you could hear his smile.

You woke up the next day, still in your best friends arms. You really loved him.

END

A/n: okay this is the first part of the ‘how each Ateez member finds out/ reacts to you being ticklish’, I really hope you like it! It’s actually the shortest out of all, but it’s still long… Anyways, thank you for reading

Love youu <3

A/n2: I'm really sorry that It is THAT short TT.TT DX

[bigdumbtickler03]

Tiny announcement

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❝The Ferocious Monster From Another Dimension❞

❝Moonlight Waltz❞

Lee(s): deer spirit! Sungchan, witch! Shotaro

Ler(s): tickle monster! Choi San

Small Synopsis: after being acquainted with his new deer friend for so long, Shotaro soon finds another creature knocking on his door while the moon shines upon them. This one, though, is not very interested in becoming companions.

a/n: set in the same universe as "Under The Moonlight" so read that first! And,, for the purposes of the canon (if you're at all interested in it) San is a dimension hopper - so sungtaro from UTM aren't in the same dimension as the mafia from the previous fics in this series. San jumps between Universes and aus, he is all powerful after all. To help differentiate which universes these fics take place in, I'll give you two symbols.

☀︎ - the human realm (the ones where all previous fics in this series have been set in until now)

☽ - other au universes (such as Under The Moonlight, The Green Eyed Monster, Explorer, etc)

It's another night under the full moon, about a month after Shotaro met with his new companion. The two are well acquainted by now and are living together civilly under Shotaro's roof. "It's another full moon tonight, Taro, won't you go and do your ritual again?" the deer spirit asks with a small tilt of his head, eyes twinkling in fondness as he gazes at the witch. Said witch hums quietly before he conclusively shakes his head "I won't need to this month, i still have a lot of moon water left over," he admits to his friend with a smile. "So how about we make a fire and share some tea?" he suggests, like he has so many nights before now, but the two could talk and talk for ages. Sungchan grins and nods his head "I can steep the tea! I've been getting good at it!" the deer spirit excitedly tells his companion, who nods kindly.

He walks back across from the kitchen to enter the lounge in order to start the fire but is interrupted by an abrupt knock at the door. Shotaro tilts his head, it's a little late for visitors, isn't it? Yuta wouldn't be visiting this late, would he? The Japanese opens the door to find a new face staring back at him, dressed up warm for the frozen evening with a cat-like smile. "Shotaro, right?" the man asks. Hesitantly, the witch nods his head. "Aha! It worked, I can hop dimensions again!" the pink-hairwd man chirps, clearly pleased with himsef for whatever reason. "Oh,, well,, who are you?" Shotaro asks with a smile, to which his new "friend" coos in response. "Aren't you a sweetheart? Just like your earth counterpart... I'm San, I just need somewhere warm to stay," San pouts, eyes sparkling with want laced with some sort of mischief.

"Oh, of course! Come right in," the witch sends his new friend a smile as he welcomes San inside. He makes sure that his protection charms are all in tact... just in case. Shotaro notices almost immediately that there is a long tail of floof sticking out the back of San's jacket. It's pink, much like his hair, but Shotaro chooses to not say anything because, really, it wasn't his place to be nosy about other people. "Me and Sungchan-ah were just about to have some tea, would you like some?" the Japanese witch asks politely, to which his visitor responds with a firm no; apparently he only drinks hot chocolate, whatever that was.

When Sungchan enters the lounge, his eyebrows furrow a little bit. "Who's this?" he queries, voice gentle. "This is San, he just wanted somewhere warm to stay for now," his witch companion sends him a smile as he lights a fire. The deer spirit, however, did not look pleased. Why was Shotaro mixing with other random people? He gives San a look, a sort of half-glare, half look of scepticism. The unidentified creature merely sticks his tongue out, the muscle just poking out of his pink lips. "Where did you come from then?" Sungchan tries to pose the question politely, but it comes off as a little pointed. San shrugs "Another dimension," he says casually, making the deer spirit scoff. He mumbles a hushed "fine, keep your secrets," as he places the two mugs of tea down on the small table in front of the fireplace.

For a few moments, the deer spirit and the unidentified creature have a stare down whilst the witch looks for his vinyls. He loved to play musics and records. "Aha~" Shotaro grins as he places his favorite record on the player. "Oh, thank you Sungchan!" the Japanese twirls in time to the music he had put on before sending a smile to his companion. Sungchan's cheels flush a soft pink and San whistles. "Do you like to dance, Shotaro?" the pink haired boy asks and the blonde shyly nods in response. "Show us something!" San suggests. Not knowing about the males intentions, the witch does dance just a little bit. It's enough of a distraction to both him and Sungchan so that San can make his move.

His eyes glisten a little, focusing on making some real magic happen. The blonde witch twitches all of a sudden. "M-Mahhah- oh,, that was weird.." Shotaro murmurs to himself, though it's loud enough for his company to hear as he rubs his side gingerly. Sungchan's gaze drifts to San, who's clearly up to something. It isn't long before their mysterious guest has found his "footing" (so to speak) on his powers and the two end up bursting into ticklish laughter. "Ppffft- eEheheheeek! Whahahahaat's goin' ohon?-" Shotaro hugs his sides where the vibrations are mainly attacking.

San giggles, it's a bit of an evil sounding giggle. "I wasn't lying when I said I came from another dimension! I'm here to feast, so I can become the most powerful entity across all universes!" his voice sounds all to excited, especially since his aim was what it was. "You two are just the beginning," his voice drops low, dangerous and surprisingly charming. "I knehehehehew you whehehehere eehheevil!" Sungchan squeaks out through his laughter as the magical vibrations target his tummy. "Oh, please, you were just jealous because you like your precious witch~" the tickle monster teases, swiping his fluffy tail along the deer spirit's foot. Sungchan chooses to not argue and instead try to fight the ticklish vibrations off.

The deer spirit knows that San is right, he was getting a little envious. He wasn't really one for jealousy usually, but this tickle monster was getting very close and personal with his companion. Even right now, as Shotaro's head falls back with cute peels of laughter - Sungchan feels a small pang of jealousy. He tries to push it down so that he can work on his own predicament. "Mhmhmhhehehe! Sahahahan, plehehehehease stohohop!" Shotaro pleads, watching an evilly grinning tickle monster targeting his sides and his tummy with his claw-like nails. They weren't sharp and painful as one might expect, but they were very tickly. A silent squeal errupts from the witch as San's fingers find their way to his belly button. "Awh~ coochie coo~" San coos.

The tallest being attempts to kick his leg at San in order to remove him from where he was, looming over Shotaro. Unfortunately for him, San catches his foot. And it's bare, because why would he be wearing shoes or socks in what was essentially his own home? "Hm... you're an impatient one, Sungchan.. Don't worry, though!~ You'll get your attention too~" he coos as he spiders his fingers up the deer boy's foot. "WaAahaahahahaait!! Thahahahhaat's not whahahahahat I meahahhaahahant!!" he squeaks out. The two lees had fallen into loud laughter as San scrabbled his fingers all over their ticklish bodies with no hope of fighting back... unless.

Just as the tickle monster finally gives him a break, turning to focus all of his attention on the deer spirit's feet, Shotaro attempts to cast a spell of his own and to his surprise.... it works. San makes a surprised noise, twitching his body in on itself in response to a phantom squeeze. "Whahat,, what was that?" he asks and Shotaro grins "Revenge!"

San doesn't take that lightly.

"Revenge, eh? You think you can get away with revenge on... me?~" the tickle monster's voice drops and octave and his long fluffy tail wraps around both of Sungchan's ankles, feathering them both lightly and sending the poor deer spirit into more laughter just as he thought he was catching a break. All of the interdimensional being's attention was on the witch below him. And he wasn't planning on being merciful. San's talented fingers find their way snaking up to scrabble at Shotaro's ribs and another pair of arms sprout out of his torso beneath the origional pair to continue spidering fingers up and down his sides. "Do you regret it yet?~" the monster sings.

Shotaro's laughter raises a few octaves and becomes exceptionally squeaky after the sudden attack. "N-Nohohohoh! wAhahAHAIT- I dihihihihihihihidn't mehehehehaan!!-" the witch is cut off by a snort. He can feel yet another pair of hands tormenting his underarms. His deer companion wasn't in a much better situation, either, since his feet were being softly tortured by the long fluffy tail of the tickle monster. "I'm an all-powerful being! I can cross dimension, change my form in any way, and tear laughter from even the toughest of beings,,, you haven't seen anything yet ! ~ ♡"

Oh, what a long night this would be.

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Oh my god

This got me scream

Quarantine's Not That Bad - ATEEZ

A tickle fic? On this Tumblr? What has the world come to??!!

They were on the move.

Prowling around the dorm, waiting for an unsuspecting lee to make a wrong move.

It had been a while since the lers had joined forces like this, intending to wreck every lee in sight. Their world tour had definitely thrown a spanner into the works too.

But quarantine was good for one thing, when 4 lers lived with 4 lees (well, 3 lees and a switch, who leant towards a lee anyway).

Seonghwa was laid on his bed in his room when the first unfortunate soul walked in. Poor little Hongjoong walked in, intending on changing his clothes, but was quickly followed by Jongho, who shut the door quietly behind him. As the small leader took off his t-shirt, ditching it on the floor, the eldest and youngest made eye contact, a quick nod being shared between them.

Jongho moved first, grabbing the shorter man by the legs and slinging him over his shoulder. Hongjoong cried out in shock, gripping Jongho's waist with his arms as he was faced with the younger's muscled back.

"Jongho, why on-- oh NOHOHOHO!"

Hongjoong tried his best to kick, but Jongho holding his shins made it impossible to. Seonghwa's fingers, in the meantime, danced skillfully on the younger's socked feet, tickling dreadfully. Small fists pounded on the maknae's back, as Hongjoong's face screwed up in laughter, belly laughter erupting from his mouth.

"Seonghwahahahahaha!! Stohohohop!! NO!" The leader shrieked as he felt the elders wiggling fingers slip under the top of his socks, pulling them off while tickling down his feet. Seonghwa couldn't hold back his own grin, chuckling back, "Not on your life."

The elders fingernails scratched lightly down the platinum blond's sole, particularly focusing on the little gaps between his toes. Hongjoong couldn't help but scream with laughter, still raining punches on Jongho's back as he tried desperately to escape. Jongho held strong though, laughing at how weak his hyung had become due to the tickling. Seonghwa grinned, slowing down. "Ok I'm bored of the feet now."

"No, Seonghwa don't! I swear to god! No no no no NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Hongjoong flailed desperately when Seonghwa's fingers made contact with the hollows of his armpits, practically screaming with laughter. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh as his fingers fled all over the younger's torso, tickling everywhere from Hongjoong's armpits to his back, to his stomach and ribs. He even managed to sneak a raspberry on the leaders neck, resulting in a hilarious shriek tearing from his lips. Jongho himself joined in, wiggling devilish fingers all along the leaders thighs and knees. By the time they were done, Hongjoong was red in the face, tears welling in his eyes.

"Stohohohop!!! Stop, stop, plehease!! Need- ahahaha- I need a break!" The lers laughed, stopping their assault while Jongho ditched the still giggling leader onto his bed. The shorter immediately curled into foetal position, unable to remove the smile from his face. Seonghwa grinned, grabbing a soft blue shirt and throwing it onto him. He pinched the exposed side, laughing at the yell he received.

"Put that on before I attack you again."

On the other side of the dorm, Yunho and Mingi were chatting in the kitchen when an unsuspecting Yeosang came in for a glass of water. It was obvious that he'd just been practicing dancing in his room, as there was a light sweat on his brow and he was panting. One glance at each other and the two tallest knew what to do.

As the shorter reached up to grab a glass, Mingi poked him in the armpit, causing the arm to slam to his side. Yeosang glared at him, causing the taller to chuckle. He tried to reach up with the other hand, only to find Yunho had slipped to that side and repeated the same action. Yeosang huffed, reaching up once again only to be stopped once more.

"What's wrong Sangie?" Yunho asked, as Yeosang glared at the duo, "Can't you reach it?"

"Maybe try again," Mingi stated, massive grin on his face, "you can't be that short."

"Why don't you try not being a prick," the shorter grumbled, once again attempting to reach for a glass only to be poked.

Mingi gasped dramatically, "I am OFFENDED!" Tackling Yeosang to the ground, he sat on his wrists. Yunho watched in amusement as Yeosang struggled, while Mingi required little to no effort to keep him down. "Wanna apologise?"

"Sod off," Yeosang replied, still struggling, "Let me get a drink!"

"So rude!" Mingi exclaimed, "I'm hurt!" He lightly started drumming his fingers on Yeosang's ribs, watching as the elder tried to hide his developing smile. "We should punish him Yunho!"

"How?" Yunho asked, feigning innocence to Mingi's plan.

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiike this!" As Mingi's fingers started drilling mercilessly into Yeosang's sides, the shorter male bucked up, instantly dissolving into belly laughter.

"Nonononono Mingi!! Fuhuhuhuck!!"

"Is that a swear word??" Yunho exclaimed. "Oh you're in for it now mister."

Yunho's long fingers made quick work of the younger's socks, and as he grabbed the boys slender ankles he could hear pleading. Smiling brightly, he started gently stroking a single finger down Yeosang's left arch, listening as the laughter went higher in pitch. As soon as 5 fingers hit the boy's soles, he screamed, laughter raising in pitch and volume as he defiantly tried to pull his feet from Yunho's grasp.

One glance at Mingi proved that he was going all out, one hand spidering in Yeosang's right armpit while the other hand flitted around, attacking his stomach and ribs and hips and neck with no discernible pattern. Yeosang's face was red with a heavy blush, eyes screwed shut. Yunho grinned, laying on the younger's legs so his chin rested on his stomach.

He left his fingers pattering softly on his thighs, not enough to tickle but enough to irritate, and as Mingi also stopped, hands rubbing at Yeosang's biceps, Yeosang finally opened his eyes, which flickered around before landing on Yunho.

"Hi!" Yunho grinned, nuzzling his chin into the smallest stomach.

"No!" Yeosang instantly said, "No no no, do not!"

As the tallers lips moved closer to his destination, Yeosang get desperate, crying out "I'll buy you food!"

Yunho instantly looked up, making eye contact with Mingi.

"Tempting." Said the rapper, before nodding at Yunho.

The man's face went straight to his target, blowing a raspberry on the younger's bellybutton, revelling in the laughter that erupted from his mouth.

"Think we'd rather hear you laugh though."

After five minutes on non-stop raspberries, Yunho heard Yeosang's breathing get laboured, so he decided to call it off. Sitting on his knees, he chuckled as Yeosang threw a hand over his eyes, smile remaining fixed in place. Mingi stood up, filling a glass with cold water and placing it next to him.

"Enjoy!"

"Asshole."

After lunch had happened, the lers messaged each other.

Seonghwa: Ok Jongho and I got Joong

Mingles: Yunho and I managed to get Sangie

Jonghooooo: so that just leaves woosan

Yunhooooo: ok, Seonghwa and I will hit San because Mingi will need you for Woo Jjong

Jonghooooo: I'll remember my ear plugs

Well, Mingi and Jongho decided to hang out together for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the chance to attack Wooyoung. After 30 minutes, they weren't sure where he was, but Jongho managed to catch him in the corner of his eye, walking out of the bathroom in a towel. Clearly he had been in the shower, and as he disappeared into his and Yeosang's shared room, the duo stood up and snuck in behind him.

Wooyoung was blissfully unaware of their presence, as he pulled on a pair of briefs and loose cotton shorts. He was about to pick out a shirt when he caught sight of Mingi and Jongho in the mirror, and he yelled in shock, pressing a hand to his heart.

"Good god, you scared me to death!"

Jongho grinned, "sorry hyung, didn't mean to!"

"Then what did you mean to do?" Wooyoung pouted, returning to his search for a t-shirt.

The maknae ran and tackled him to the floor, gripping his wrists tightly.

"This!"

"Wha- Oh nohohoho Mingi! Leave me be!!!"

"Sorry, no can do!" The taller grinned, wiggling his fingers teasingly above the smallers stomach. "We've nearly hit everyone today, would hate to break that streak!"

Wooyoung shrieked when Mingi's fingers made contact with his stomach, loud hyena laughter bouncing off the walls. He bucked and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the sensation, but Jongho had a tight grip on his wrists.

"THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"LIFE ISN'T FAIR HYUNG, GET USED TO IT!" Jongho had to yell to be heard over the younger's hysterical laughter, but grinned wildly at Mingi, who was enjoying wrecking havoc on his dongsaengs body.

When Mingi's hands slowed, slowly crawling from his hipbones upwards, Wooyoung's giggles quietened, and he looked at Mingi with pleading eyes.

"Please don't," he begged, lightly kicking his legs, "pleaseee!"

Mingi was deaf to his pleading, and ten fingers soon found themselves in the younger's armpits. A high pitched squeal left his mouth, causing Jongho to cringe.

"Jesus, that was loud!"

"WEHEHELL, ITS YOHOHOUR DAHAMN FAHAHAHAULT! STOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOP!"

"Nah," Mingi replied casually, moving down to tweak at his ribs again. Wooyoung would yell whenever Mingi's hands found their way back to his armpits, and after around 10 more minutes he stopped, letting Wooyoung take a breather.

As Wooyoung gulped in air, chest heaving, Mingi wriggled down his body, til he was sat on the younger's knees. By the time Wooyoung realised what he was doing, he was immobile from the waist down.

"No," he whined, "Mingi stop! Haven't you had enough??"

"Don't even try and tell me you don't enjoy this," Mingi chuckled, laughing even harder at the flush that appeared on the younger's face as he tried to deny it. "And you especially like ittttttt here!!"

Mingi's fingers started to attack the inside of Wooyoung's thighs, which immediately tensed and trembled, unable to escape. Wooyoung was shrieking, bouncing as much as he could when he was restrained from both ends. His feet drummed on the floor, and he couldn't even get any words out, just shrieking with laughter like a maniac. Jongho, starting to get bored, also started to spider his fingers along Wooyoung's tummy, revelling in pinching the slight pudge that he had. Tickling a pudgy tummy when you're in an idol group is hard, because most of them have abs, so it was rare to pass up an opportunity to tickle Wooyoung's adorable soft belly. Wooyoung's eyes started tearing up, and he shook his head from side to side, pleading when he could, although they barely sounded like words. When Jongho and Mingi finally let up, he just wheezed on the floor for a solid minute, absolutely exhausted. Jongho and Mingi sat either end of him, smiling fondly. Mingi laughed out loud when Wooyoung just fell asleep, and Jongho grinned, picking up the smaller effortlessly and dropping him on the bed.

"We didn't even get his feet, Jjong!"

Seonghwa and Yunho took a more... direct approach at finding their prey. They scoped out the entire dorm, eventually finding him in the computer room, playing a game online with his friends. They hid behind the oblivious younger, who was too busy chatting.

"Changbin, he's behind you! Get him, get him!! Oh god I'm out of bullets no no no!! Yeonjun, can you drop some for me?"

They could hear vague responses through the youngers headset, and were aching to attack, but they weren't that mean. After roughly ten minutes, the winning screen popped up, and San jumped about in his seat from excitement.

"Yes! We did i-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Yunho and Seonghwa had leapt into action, dragging him off the chair and leaving the headset nearby, so his friends would know he wasn't being murdered.

"Hyung, why did you do that?" San pouted, rubbing at his rear where he landed. Without responding, Seonghwa pounced on the youngers wrists, pinning them under his knees.

"Hyung what's happening?" The slender male asked, highly confused at the situation.

However when Yunho started moving towards his hips, his eyes went big, and he started struggling ten fold.

"No no no hyung pleaseeeeeeee don't!"

"Sorry baby, everyone else has been hit though!"

Nervous giggles left San's mouth as Yunhos fingers descended, never making contact but the teasing being unbearable. Huge squeaky laughter erupted when the fingers met his stomach, making both the elders smile due to its infectious nature.

"Awww see you've got a shirt on. That's not fair!" Yunho whined, causing San to retort, "it's plenty fair- AAAA NOHOHOHOHO!" Yunho managed to slip his fingers under the loose grey shirt, spidering his way across the youngers tummy. He pushed it up so the flat expanse of skin was easily available.

"As much as I love Yeosang, you have better reactions to this."

San couldn't ask what due to his panting, but Yunho blowing a raspberry directly on his navel was answer enough.

"OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD! YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He squealed, bucking up and trying to escape.

"Don't try to escape!" Seonghwa laughed, pulling him up by his wrists and placing them behind the elders head. Before San could move his arms down, Seonghwa quickly attacked his armpits, causing San to squeak and pull his arms down, attempting to curl up despite Yunho still blowing raspberries all over his abdomen.

"See, now I'm stuck!" Seonghwa laughed, wriggling his fingers. San shrieked, the combined sensations wrecking havoc on his body. Laughter could be heard from the headset abandoned on the floor, and San flushed even more, struggle to escape renewed. "Come on, lift up your arms! Let me out!"

"I cahahahahan't!" San giggled as Yunho stopped blowing raspberries, instead nibbling ticklishly at his prominent ribs. "Stohohohohohop!"

"Tell you what," Seonghwa bargained, "When I can pull my hands out we'll stop ok? That's all you gotta do."

"Nohohohot fahahahahair!"

"I think it's plenty fair," Yunho grinned, swirling a finger around San's tummy. "Go on Sannie!"

San tried to lift up his arms, clearly struggling but determined to do it. By the time he got halfway, Yunho blew another raspberry on his bellybutton, causing them to fly straight back down.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO YUNHO!!"

"Sorry, sorry Sannie!" He chuckled, returning his fingers to his side. He mischievously glanced at Seonghwa, "Why not try again?"

It took 8 tries for San to finally get his arms up, and true to his word Seonghwa pulled his hands out. San collapsed against Seonghwas shoulder, panting heavily.

"You good?" The eldest chuckled, wrapping his hands around his waist and lightly rubbing his tummy, like the younger enjoyed.

San huffed, grumbling out "sleepy" in a quiet voice.

Yunho chuckled, telling Seonghwa to put him to bed as he logged off the game. San's friends were laughing through the headphones as he explained why they were logging off, amused at the goings on in the dorm.

"Do you guys ever leave them alone?" Changbin teased, "That's the 8th time in two weeks!"

Yunho laughed back, saying, "What else are we supposed to do in quarantine?"

"God you guys are evil," Yeonjun chuckled, "Can't believe you tickled him so much he got sleepy."

"Ok maybe we're a little bit evil." Yunho laughed, ending the call.

Yunhooooo: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

[hansolsticio]

ᝰ.ᐟ song mingi — "per(vertido)formance".

— idol ! mingi × leitora — gênero: smut. — conteúdo/avisos: relacionamento estabelecido, mingi loirinho (eu sou obcecada), mingi tímido, breve dry humping, oral/face sitting, linguagem imprópria, masturbação, cum eating, tapa (contexto sexual), "gi", link do tico-teco para fins ilustrativos. — word count: 1713. — nota da autora: finalmente saiu algo com o ateez, que emoção.

Seus dedos deslizavam pela tela, os olhos treinados em ler os comentários da enésima fancam que aparecia para você, seu namorado definitivamente era uma ótima fonte de entretenimento. E não era como se você não tivesse assistido ao show na íntegra, fez questão de acompanhar a transmissão, pois queria dar todo o suporte possível ao seu homem. Mas, sendo honesta, a reação das pessoas na internet era sempre a melhor parte.

Mingi virava outra pessoa quando estava no palco, você admitia que, por vezes, ele parecia até um stripper — não só admitia, como fazia questão de provocá-lo com esse fato. O homem era dedicado quando o assunto era levar todo mundo a insanidade. Dava tudo de si nas performances. Como se a voz grave já não fosse o suficiente para deixar as pessoas alucinadas, Mingi fazia um ótimo trabalho em ser sexy. Rebolava os quadris sem pudor algum, o corpo se movia com fluidez. As expressões faciais acompanhavam as provocações, a língua não parava quieta dentro da boca e ele parecia não saber conter as mordidas frequentes nos lábios.

Você soltou uma risadinha ao ler o vigésimo "desabafo do dia, meninas...", nunca perdia a graça. Ouviu o barulho do chuveiro finamente cessar, seu namorado entraria no quarto a qualquer momento. A vontade de provocá-lo apareceu de forma instantânea. Só bastou ver o corpo forte e molhadinho, a toalha na cintura sendo o único empecilho para sua felicidade. O homem se virou para abrir a mala, pegando o primeiro short folgadinho que apareceu. Você ainda ria de alguns comentários quando ele soltou a toalha no chão e se vestiu na sua frente.

"Tá rindo do quê, princesa?", o timbre grave vibrou nos seus ouvidos.

"De você.", disse simplista. Acompanhou com os olhos o seu namorando deitar de bruços com o rostinho em cima do seu abdômen, o corpo grande atravessado no colchão.

"De mim?", a expressão de confusão ficava mil vezes mais adorável com a bochecha amassadinha.

"Das suas fãs, na verdade.", esclareceu, mas parece que não adiantou.

"E o que tem elas?", já fazia bico, Mingi era o seu bebezinho nas horas vagas.

"Elas são hilárias, 'cê precisa ver as reações com o show de hoje.", seu namorado levantou as sobrancelhas, expressando que agora havia entendido. "Principalmente os comentários sobre você, Gi. Tava muito canalha hoje.", era hora de brincar com o homem.

"Ah não, amor. Canalha é exagero.", reclamou dengoso. Mingi sempre ficava tímido quando você falava do jeito que ele se comportava em cima do palco, era meio contraditório, mas adorável de se ver.

"Exagero?! 'Cê tava agindo igual putão, Song Mingi.", seu namorado abriu a boca em completo choque, você precisou pressionar os lábios para não rir da expressão incrédula.

"Agindo igual o quê?" perguntou como se não tivesse acreditado no que acabara de escutar.

"'Pervertido' soa melhor?", inclinou a cabeça para o lado, queria que a pergunta parecesse genuína.

"Para de falar essas coisas! Eu não sou isso aí.", pediu com a voz arrastadinha. O bico havia duplicado de tamanho.

"Tem certeza?", você virou o telefone para que Mingi conseguisse ser capaz de ver um vídeo dele rebolando em cima de uma cadeira com um sorrisinho malicioso adornando os lábios. O homem não hesitou em tomar o celular de suas mãos, produzindo um som manhoso enquanto escondia o aparelho embaixo do travesseiro. Você riu da expressão fofinha, Mingi tinha um jeitinho inacreditável para um homem tão grande. "Você não é assim comigo, Gi. Fico com ciúmes.", sua voz carregava uma decepção fingida.

"É uma performance, princesa. Faz parte do meu trabalho.", explicou, os dedinhos brincando com a barra da blusinha curta que você usava.

"E daí? Quer dizer que meu namorado pode rebolar na frente de milhares de pessoas, mas não pode fazer só 'pra mim?", você brincou com as mechas loirinhas, ainda meio úmidas do banho recente.

"Eu já rebolo até demais 'pra você.", o homem sorriu ladino.

"Ah é? Nunca vi.", vocês com certeza não estavam se referindo às mesmas circunstâncias.

"Viu sim. Só não lembra porque tá sempre ocupada gemendo 'pra mim.", o sorrisinho deu lugar a uma expressão de dor, já que você puxou os fios assim que ouviu o comentário.

"E ainda reclama quando eu te chamo de pervertido.", forçou uma expressão de desânimo.

"Eu não sou pervertido, princesa. Só amo minha namorada. Não posso?", ele tentou desconversar. "Por que 'cê não para de falar besteira e me deixa brincar com você?", selou sua barriguinha, já se levantando para poder se posicionar em cima do seu corpo.

"Não tá cansado, amor? É capaz do Hongjoong aparecer aqui se você não conseguir acordar pro soundcheck de amanhã.", o homem sequer te ouvia, muito mais preocupado em deixar beijos molhadinhos pelo seu pescoço.

"Eu não vou cansar se eu ficar deitadinho com você sentada na minha cara. Que tal?", sugeriu todo bonitinho, mordendo o lóbulo da sua orelha.

"Hm, então tá. Mas juro que te jogo água gelada se você não levantar quando o alarme tocar.", fez carinho na nuca do loirinho, já puxando ele para um beijo. Os lábios de vocês compartilharam um carinho molhado. Mingi brincava com sua língua do jeitinho certo, era o suficiente para que você apertasse as coxas numa tentativa de se estimular. Ele usou as mãos grandes para abrir suas coxas sem delicadeza alguma, posicionou o quadril no meio delas e te fez circular as pernas em volta da cintura justinha. "Você não ia só me chupar?", questionou antes que seu namorado fosse longe demais. Mingi mentia às vezes, principalmente em situações como essa.

"E eu vou. Relaxa.", garantiu, mas já ondulava a cintura contra sua intimidade. Não era surpresa que ele estivesse duro, sempre ficava 'animado' rápido demais. "Sua buceta tá tão quentinha, princesa.", esfregava a ereção na sua calcinha, o calor atravessava os tecidos. Aumentou a velocidade, a fricção gostosinha fazendo ele gemer perto da sua orelha — o que definitivamente era de propósito, seu namorado sabia o quão molhada você ficava com a voz dele. O corpo grande fez mais pressão em cima do seu, Mingi estocava os quadris impiedosamente, como se estivesse dentro de você. Soltava sons cada vez mais desesperados, as mãos apertavam suas coxas com força. Era sempre um tesão vê-lo tão excitado ao ponto de perder o autocontrole, mas você era a responsável por segurar as rédeas do seu namorado.

"Já chega, Gi.", pontuou autoritária, puxando as mechas loirinhas para deixar claro que era uma ordem. Mingi se sentiu pulsar com a dorzinha que isso causou.

"Só mais um pouquinho, por favor...", a voz ofegante quase te fez ter pena.

"Mais um pouquinho e você vai acabar gozando assim. E n��s dois sabemos que 'cê sempre quer mais depois.", explicava como se ele fosse uma criancinha (e ele agia como uma às vezes).

"Princesa...", resmungou, ainda tentava te fazer mudar de ideia.

"Song Mingi. Já deu. Deita.", disse entre dentes. Seu namorado se levantou relutante e deitou do seu lado, fazendo cara feia. Você foi ágil ao tirar sua calcinha e se posicionar em cima do rosto do homem, sabia que se demorasse demais ele abriria a boca para reclamar. Desceu devagarzinho, vendo Mingi acompanhar sua entradinha com os olhos. Ele deu um beijinho fofo no seu pontinho, observando suas reações. Mas havia algo errado.

"Senta direito.", a voz abafadinha no meio das suas pernas.

"Mas eu tô sentada...?", você tinha consciência de que era mentira. Hesitava nesses momentos, mesmo que Mingi sempre deixasse claro que não havia problema nenhum em sentar de verdade no rosto dele. Seu namorado franziu as sobrancelhas, as mãos grandes na sua cintura te forçaram a descer de uma vez, fazendo você soltar um gritinho surpreso.

"Assim.", sentiu a vibração do som contra sua intimidade.

Mingi beijava seu buraquinho sensível com carinho, da mesma maneira que costumava beijar sua boca. Os olhinhos fechados e os grunhidos que ele emitia te faziam encharcar a boca quentinha. Sentiu a língua gelada invadir sua entradinha, as mãos — que já agarravam sua bunda — te pressionavam ainda mais contra o rosto dele. Mingi queria ir mais fundo. Fez o melhor que conseguiu para engolir o líquido que escorria em volta do músculo macio. Você gemia uma série de palavras desconexas, a cintura se mexia involuntariamente. Seu namorado ondulava a língua com maestria, sentindo sua intimidade se fechando em volta dela. Ele se ajustou para conseguir sugar o seu pontinho, dando um sorriso sem-vergonha quando te ouviu ficar mais manhosinha.

"Porra, que delícia...", sua boca sequer fechava, muito ocupada em gemer bonitinho pro seu namorado. Mingi achou que ia gozar assim que você começou a se esfregar na boca dele, o pau meladinho latejou desesperado por atenção. Ele o apertou por cima do tecido fininho, porém sabia que precisava de mais. Abaixou o short com agilidade, mas só o suficiente para conseguir se tocar sem problemas. Estimulou a glande molhadinha, espalhando o líquido por toda extensão. Grunhia dengosinho contra a sua entrada, a mão livre te impulsionava para se esfregar mais. Você já estava burrinha de tanto prazer, sentia o nariz do homem roçando contra o seu pontinho, enquanto a língua tentava brincar com o buraquinho que apertava sem parar.

"Goza, princesa.", seu namorado soava grogue. A mão ágil batia uma bem apertadinha, tentando simular a pressão da sua buceta em volta dele. Ele gemia desesperado, sentindo o orgasmo chegar. "Goza, porra! Goza logo...", te deu um tapa ardido, vendo seu corpo arquear. Suas mãos foram para o cabelo dele por puro instinto, puxava sem dó, praticamente esfregando o rosto de Mingi contra sua intimidade. Melava ele todo, você não conseguia parar. Chamava pelo seu namorado igual putinha, o orgasmo fazendo seu corpo tremer. Quando finalmente conseguiu voltar a si deu de cara com um Mingi sorridente embaixo de você, os olhinhos perdidos entregavam o fato de ele estar meio tonto. Você virou a cabeça para trás, viu o abdômen todo sujo de porra e entendeu imediatamente.

"Foi gostosinho, Gi?", ele acenou fechando os olhos. Você desceu seu corpo, o suficiente para ficar cara a cara com o pau do seu namorado. Lambeu os resquícios de porra devagarinho, Mingi te encarava completamente apaixonado. Fez questão de engolir tudo olhando pros olhinhos brilhantes.

"Eu posso-"

"Dormir. Você pode dormir."

[nonuwhore]

parabéns,nonuuuu!você é a minha autora favorita de todo esse site,e olha que eu sou muito exigente,honesto!queria fazer um pedido com os prompts 35 e 45,e o idol seria o mingi do ateez♥︎

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

35. "Espera, você tá com ciúmes?" "Não..." + 45. "Você fica tão gostoso/gostosa quando tá bravo/brava." contém: fluff, fluff e fluff; relacionamento estabelecido; menção rápida de uma certa insegurança sobre o relacionamento por parte da leitora (o relacionamento é meio à distancia, então se você espremer tem ansgt); smut: sexo sem menção de preservativo; sexo na cozinha; riding; vanila sex (?);  contagem de palavras: 2,2k  nota da autora: voltamos! esperamos que pra ficar dessa vez. agradeço imensamente a paciência e espero que curta o resultado. tá um tanto açucarado, viu? recomendo ler com um copo de água do lado. 

Mingi estava demorando demais, então você resolveu fazer chocolate. Você começava a culpá-lo pelo atraso do avião, já que ele podia muito bem tomar os controles e voar logo para casa. Provavelmente ficará agarrada à perna do seu namorado por pelo menos duas horas depois que ele colocasse os pés dentro de casa, você pensou, mas primeiro precisava ficar de cara fechada para que ele soubesse quanta falta ele fez, e como isso te deixou com raiva, principalmente por ele não ter largado o trabalho do outro lado do mundo e vir correndo para você.

Algo que você, nesse ponto, deveria ter se acostumado já que o trabalho dele é literalmente…. Viajar. Como consultor de pacotes de viagem, Mingi estava sempre voando de um lugar para o outro, conhecendo paisagens e culturas maravilhosas sem você, o que ele sempre compensava de várias maneiras diferentes quando estava em casa e agora você precisava ser compensada o mais rápido possível. Olhando a caixinha do fone de ouvido vazia em cima da mesa e sentido os plugs dentro do ouvido, você lembrou do presente que ele tinha de dado e sobre toda a discussão deles serem da cor favorita do Mingi e não da sua cor favorita. Sorriu, boba, olhando para dentro da panela onde o chocolate começava a dar seus primeiros sinais de borbulhas.

"Isso não faz sentido nenhum", você balançou a cabeça, rindo.

"Faz todo sentido, além de ser uma ideia perfeita. O fato de você não gostar de verde é ainda melhor."

"É mesmo? Me agracie com toda sua sabedoria, então!", a ironia estampada no seu rosto o fez conter um sorriso enquanto mordia o lábio inferior, apertando uma das suas bochechas com força. 

"Além de sempre lembrar de mim quando usar os fones, porque, afinal fui que te dei, você vai fingir ficar com raiva, porque odeia a cor verde, mas me ama”, ele parecia tão convencido da própria genialidade que beijá-lo e tirar a risadinha presunçosa dele foi mais forte do que você.

“Esquisitinho”

Você ouviu um barulho, abafado pelo fone de ouvido, de algo se chocando contra a porta, seguido de um tremor no chão. Algo foi atingido de novo e o piso tremulou mais um pouco, como se alguma coisa estivesse vindo na sua direção. Olhou em volta do cômodo, tentando entender se era ali que os barulhos aconteciam e não viu nada, andou até a janela e procurou na rua, ainda nada. De repente braços te enlaçaram e seu coração quase saiu pela boca. Encheu seu pulmão de ar e cheiro que te tomou junto com oxigênio, familiar e esperado, te fez relaxar.

“Song Mingi!”, chutando ele para longe, você segurou seu peito, tentando normalizar a respiração, “Tá tentando me matar? Achei que a casa ‘tava sendo invadida!”, você ouviu a risadinha perversa dele por cima dos seus gritos e ele foi ao teu encontro de novo, te abraçando agora de frente, as mãos segurando pela cintura e te colocando no balcão perto da pia da cozinha. Desligou a chama do fogão e beijou sua bochecha, a boca, enquanto o nariz desliza pelos lugares que conseguia, como se desejasse te inalar, ser preenchido de você. Segurou seu rosto, checando se todos os detalhes que ele tinha deixado no mês passado ainda estavam ali e sorriu quando finalizou a vistoria. 

“Você tem sorte que eu menti meu dedão do pé da mesa da sala, se não teria te assustado de verdade”, a boca encontrou a sua de novo, os lábios te seguram enquanto as mãos passearam dos seus ombros e braços para as costas e a cintura, finalizando nas coxas e uma boa apertada de cada lado da bunda. Você tentava sorrir, amando cada nota de desespero que Mingi imprimia enquanto te tocava, mas ficava difícil quando os lábios dele pareciam não querer parar de sugar os seus, mesmo que isso fosse uma questão de vida ou morte.   

“Eu senti tanto a sua falta…”, você disse quando ele te largou por um momento, descendo os beijos até a pele da sua clavícula, subindo um pouco a sua regata e beijando também sua barriga, saudando cada pedacinho seu. “Vem, vamos pro quarto”, e tentou descer do balcão, mas ele colocou no mesmo lugar.

“Não dá tempo”, ele ofegava e disse aquilo como se precisasse cruzar o mundo de novo para chegar até o outro cômodo. O beijo agora parecia mais controlado, prestava mais atenção aos detalhes conhecidos e, principalmente, reconhecendo-os. “Eu realmente ia te dar um puta susto, mas quando te vi meu peito doeu de tanta saudade…”, te segredou no ouvido, enquanto descia sem reserva a parte de baixo do seu pijama. Você soltou um muxoxo de dó e abraçou o pescoço, sentindo seu corpo relaxar embalado pelo dele, pelo toque desajeitado que ele começava aplicar na sua intimidade, absorvendo na ponta dos dedos o calor que você emanava dali enquanto murmurava algo para si mesmo. O toque te fez gemer procurando a boca de Mingi, que ele ofereceu rapidamente, circulando um braço atrás do seu pescoço. Suas mãos alcançaram o zíper da calça jeans, entrando no ritmo precipitado que seu namorado tinha proposto, ambos rindo com a urgência um do outro, enquanto se olhavam e dividiam a vontade de estar ali para sempre.

Ele te ajudou a deslizar o membro para dentro da sua entrada, com a mesma pressa de antes, mas buscando agora aproveitar cada detalhe de estar fisicamente conectado com você. Mingi respirou pesado e te viu apertar as pálpebras, absorvendo a sensação de preenchimento. Beijou seu nariz, deslizou o dele no seu e se moveu um pouco, segurando suas pernas que tremelicavam ao redor dele. 

“Dá pra você nunca mais ir embora?”, a sinceridade do seu pedido machucou um pouco mais o coração dele e automaticamente os braços grudaram seu corpo no dele.

“Nunca mais, prometo”, ele respondeu, porque naquele momento te daria qualquer coisa que você quisesse, mesmo sabendo que essa, sobretudo, era impossível. 

Deitados na cama, Mingi desliza os dedos pela tela do celular te mostrando inúmeras fotos de paisagens ao mesmo tempo que te conta como, quando e porque as tirou. Te explicando cada detalhe, te ajudando a imaginar e te tele transportando para cada canto que ele tinha percorrido na viagem. Ele sempre foi muito bom em narrar cenários, isso provavelmente era muito positivo para o trabalho dele, visto que fazer com que os clientes desejassem estar em todos aqueles lugares era o objetivo principal. Agora, por exemplo, tudo que você queria era viver os momentos registrados pelo celular com ele. 

“As praias eram incríveis, incríveis mesmo! A areia era tão branquinha e macia. No fim do dia, até uma boa parte da noite, ela continuava quentinha, então quando a gente pisava, apesar do vento frio, o calor na pele era bem gostoso”, você o escutava, olhando cada vez que ele ampliava a imagem e te apontava algo na foto, mas sempre voltando sua atenção para ele e para cada micro expressão empolgada que ele te oferecia, tão apaixonada e triste por pensar que daqui há algumas semanas iria perdê-lo de novo. 

Mingi passou para a outra foto e agora ele estava acompanhado de uma colega de trabalho, que você conhecia e que era um amor de pessoa, mas que a vista inacreditavelmente bonita e um tanto romântica te fez reagir quase instintivamente.

“E essa aqui?”, perguntou mesmo conhecendo a mulher há anos, já que ela sempre acompanhava Mingi nas viagens e era uma figurinha carimbada em todas as festas de fim de ano da empresa.

“Esse quarto era um sonho,” respondeu, acreditando que sua pergunta era sobre as instalações, “a vista pra praia tanto de noite quanto de manhã era perfeita, super paradisíaca. Acho que vai funcionar como pacotes de viagens para casais, principalmente lua de mel. Muitos bebês vão ser feitos lá…”, ele riu, já visualizando como poderia publicitar o destino.  

“E… Vocês ficaram juntos…? Nesse quarto?”, as pausas nas perguntas fizeram Mingi pousar o olhar no seu rosto. Você ainda encarava o celular, o olhar fixo na foto, mas completamente vazio de pensamentos. Ou melhor, cheio deles.

“Não… Ela ficou em um ao lado do meu. Por que a gente ficaria no mesmo quarto?”, levantou uma sobrancelha e apoiou a cabeça em uma das mãos, buscando sinais em você para confirmar a própria hipótese. 

“Ah, sei lá… Às vezes a empresa não quis pagar dois quartos… A cama parece bem grande também…”, você virou a barriga para cima e encarou o teto, imaginando mais do que queria.

“Você ‘tá se ouvindo falar?”, deu um riso rápido e a ficha finalmente caiu. "Espera, você tá com ciúmes?"

 "Não...", você respondeu automaticamente, fazendo uma careta ressentida, tentando inutilmente provar que não estava.

“Tá sim. Por que você tá com ciúmes?”, Mingi puxou seu corpo para baixo do dele, te prendendo com os dois braços, e rindo sem vergonha da sua cara.

“Não tô não!”

“Tá sim! O que eu fiz?”

“Você não fez nada! Mas deveria ser eu com você nessas fotos, não ela!”, a confissão saiu meio estridente e você se sentiu patética. Respirou fundo e pegou seu namorado olhando para o lado, assustado e sem jeito, porque ele não tinha solução para o problema. “Desculpa, não é justo com você. Agora eu fui muito egoísta, me perdoa…”

“Não, você tá certa, devia ser a gente lá.”

“Poderia ser a gente lá, mas não é. O que a gente tem aqui é muito mais importante e precioso pra mim. Eu juro”, você segurou o rosto dele na sua direção, tentando a todo custo arrancar o olhar preocupado de Mingi e conseguir o espirituoso que você tanto amava de volta. “É que… Quanto mais o tempo passa, mais difícil é te ver partir e ainda pior ter que te esperar”, segurou o choro e o abraçou forte, que ele te devolveu na mesma intensidade. 

“Eu te amo tanto… Prometo que vou fazer cada momento valer a pena, cada um deles”, a voz ecoou no seu ouvido, ocupando sua cabeça com conforto e calmaria.

“Eu sei, você sempre faz”, você o beijou, subindo em cima dele, que se ajeitou encostando as costas na cabeceira da cama, espalmando sua cintura com firmeza e aprofundando o beijo.

As suas mãos encontrando os cabelos dele, acarinhando a região, sem pressa, se apropriando da memória da textura que eles tinham. Mingi te dedilhava inteira, como se quisesse o mesmo, te apertando e sentindo seu corpo padecer sob o dele, começando lentamente a movimentar seu quadril na direção do dele, provocando sua intimidade nua na dele, também despida. Sentiu os líquidos que vinha de você aos poucos se espalhando pela extensão, a pele que ele segurava arrepiar e o músculo lubrificado pulsando nele.

“Não vai me provocar não… Senta direito, vai…”, ele pediu manhoso, as mãos agora segurando os dois seios com força e depois apertando ambos os mamilos, arrancando um chiado seu. 

“Não ‘tô te provocando… Eu ‘tô curtindo o momento… Como a gente prometeu…”, você rebolou um pouco agora e Mingi encostou a cabeça na parede, respirando fundo. Riu, satisfeita com a reação dele, que segurou sua bunda com mais força, te dando um susto.

“Eu vou subir em cima de você, ‘tô te avisando”, ameaçou e você sabia que entregaria o controle para ele se isso acontecesse. Flexionou as coxas um pouco e com uma das mãos direcionou o membro para dentro de si. A compressão e o alargamento fizeram os dois segurarem o ar dentro do peito, soltando devagar, sincronizados. 

Mingi te ajudou a movimentar o quadril, impaciente, encarando sua boca e reverenciando cada sonzinho de prazer que ela emitia. Você apoiou os braços atrás de si, balançando a cintura para frente e para trás, oferecendo o show que seu namorado merecia. Chamou o nome dele baixinho e ele segurou suas coxas, grunhindo algo desconexo e se controlando para não gozar, porque você sabia como o corpo dele funcionava, ele vibrava diferente dentro de você, os dedos te tomavam como se você estivesse prestes a esgueirar para longe dele.

“Porra, ah- Eu vou passar essas duas semanas nessa cama com você. Vem cá”, te puxou para perto dele, te abraçando pela cintura e encaixando o rosto na curva do seu pescoço. “Eu sou teu, ‘tá? Não esquece disso”, você gemeu mais alto, sentido a sensação boa crescer dentro de si, “Pra sempre, de qualquer lugar do mundo, eu sou seu e só seu”, a fala grave seguida de beijos molhados pelo queixo e pescoço faziam sua cabeça girar e segurar-se em Mingi deixou de ser uma opção para virar necessidade. 

“Repete pra mim”, pediu, sentindo que você gozaria de qualquer forma em poucos segundos, mas os sons que aquelas palavras tinham eram doces demais e te davam a clareza que você precisava.

“Eu fui feito pra você, meu bem. Só pra você…”, o sussurro te alcançou e você apertou os fios curtos da nuca dele, ouvindo em seguida um ruído rouco vindo da garganta de Mingi. 

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Era o terceiro sorvete que você tomava e nada dele. Você o mataria dessa vez, tinha certeza. Ou ele tinha errado o horário do voo ou tinha te dito errado de propósito, e conhecendo seu namorado do jeito que conhecia, a última opção parecia mais tentadora. Já tinha desistido de encarar o portão de desembarque e agora andava na frente da vitrine de urso de pelúcia tentando decidir qual era o mais caro e que seria sua escolha de presente de desculpas dessa vez.

Algo segurou sua perna e você pulou, assustada, quase caindo em cima do vidro. 

Mingi riu copiosamente. “E essa minissaia, é pra me dar boas vindas?”, perguntou te levantando no ar enquanto sentia seus braços apertarem o pescoço.  

“Infeliz! Eu vou arrebentar o seu nariz!”, ameaçou, com voz de choro. 

"Você fica tão gostosa quando tá brava. Meu amor…"

[kenjicopy]

Bom dia, docinho!! Desculpa incomodar, é que eu queria exaltar que suas capas SAO MUITP LIMDAS E PIMPOSAS E LIMDAS DE VONITAS MARAVILGOSAS EU AMO SEU TRABALHO!! Eu tento fazer capas também mas sempre acabo me decepcionado e quase desistindo, mas quando vejo trabalhos magnificos de capistas tão incríveis como você, meu ânimo aumenta em 10000%!!

Apenas se não for um problema perguntar, como você consegue inspiração para fazer suas capinhas? Existe algum perfil ao qual vose tem preferência para pegar recursos/packs de edição? Como você finaliza elas?

Muito muito obrigada si vose leu atw aqui!! Seu trabalho é impecável e eu admiro muito o quanwo de tempo e dedicação você deve pôr em cada trabalho seu!💕💞

oioi, meu amooo !! MUITO, MUITO, MUITO obrigada mesmo 😔😭😭 ler esse tipo de mensagem me deixa totalmente desconcertada e de coração quentinho, obgg meu amo 💕💕  

olhaaaa, eu tenho muuuita gente que me deixa inspirada na hora de editar e que sou apaixonado nas capas, então vou mencionar alguns aqui, @wistarluk , @mubroom , @yezuri , @moonwos , @stamoon , @youreiludida , @izuchus , @tansshoku , @yourteght , @/nwtuno, @cham-stuff , @jwhongi , @strawbettyz , @chishikizi , @riveager , @donaculkin , @is-ateez , @aestuantic ,  @chanyouchan , @capriwho , @mafuyuchii , @jmsoup , @vpurpleh , e por aí vaaaai, é que alguns não achei o user por aqui, e outros não lembro de cabeça 😔 mas essas pessoas aí, tem tudo mão de ouro 🖐️!! 

Em relação aos recursos, tirando o DeviantArt, eu uso o pngwing, ou jogo no Google a coisa específica que eu quero e transformo em png, usando o remove.bg 💕 (caso queira algo específico, só me chamar, tá ? <3

Na finalização, eu normalmente taco um topaz pronto em cima, e logo após aplico uma nitidez ajjakaka aliás, peguei desse anjo aqui @yezuri, aliás por onde anda a yezz, um beijo pra yez 💋

É isso, meu beeem !! muito obrigada mesmo por essa mensagem, me deixou toda shaiaoakakoa um bj 🥰💕

[princesssdark88]

Ateez like Boyfriends: Marriage 💍

♡ Lembrando a todos que este post é meramente ilustrativo, e feito apenas para divertimento dos fãs. ♡ Reminding everyone that this post is merely illustrative, and made just for the amusement of fans.

Mingi

Vai fica todo pomposo com cara de "ganhei na loteria"

Nervoso vai fica se movimentando até começa toca a marcha nupcial

Vai fica encantado te olhando se aproxima dele

Você e ele rindo de nervosos um pro outro quando subirem no altar

Vai fica soltando risinhos de nervoso toda hora que olha pra você

"Eu tô tão feliz, amor, você tá feliz?"

Fez os votos em forma de rap pra fica bonitinho

Vai gagueja na hora dos votos e ter que repetir umas partes porque ficou nervoso

Você e ele vão rir na parte do "respeitar-te" e do "na riqueza…" (aí aí essas crianças!)

Vai fica tímido na hora do beijo e tapa com a mão

Vai sair do salão com os braços abertos tipo "venci família" apontando pra geral tipo "tú viu, casei mesmo! O pai tá off!" __________________________♡_____________________________

It's going to get all pompous with a "I won the lottery" face

Nervous, keeps moving until the wedding march starts

He will be enchanted looking at you as you approach him

You and him laughing nervously at each other when you walk down the aisle

He'll be giggling nervously every time he looks at you

"I'm so happy, baby, are you happy?"

Made the vows in the form of a rap to look cute

He will stutter at the time of the vows and have to repeat a part because he got nervous

You and he will laugh at the "respect you" and "in wealth…" (kids! ^^)

He will get shy at the time of the kiss and cover it with his hand so no one sees

He's going to leave the salon with his arms open like "I won, family!" pointing to the general like "you see, I really got married! Dad's off!"

Hongjoong

Vai fica vendo se tá tudo certo, se o padre tá bem, se música vai toca na hora certa

Vai fingi que tá calmo, mas vai fica se balançando de nervoso quando tiver no altar

Vai fica ajeitando a roupa dos membros que são os padrinhos e mandando eles se comporta

Vai fica te olhando igual cachorro que caiu da mudança enquanto você se aproxima do altar

Quando você tiver perto, vai fica sorrindo e balançando a cabeça de tão feliz que tá

"Já falei que te amo hoje?"

Vai fica atento ao que o padre fala, mas vai acha tudo muito demorado

Disse que escreveu os votos do fundo do coração

Fica todo bobo ouvindo você ler os votos tipo "é de mim que ela tá falando!"

Vai dá um risinho quando você disser o "aceito"

Vai segura firme sua mão depois que vocês colocarem as alianças

Vai dá um selinho na hora do beijo porque tá tímido

Queria te carrega nas costas na saída mas lembro que precisa se comporta

____________________________♡______________________________

He'll see if everything is right, if the priest is okay, if the music is going to play at the right time

He'll pretend to be calm, but he'll be swaying nervously when he's at the altar

He will be adjusting the clothes of the members who are the godparents and telling them to behave

He'll stare at you like a dog that fell from the change as you approach the aisle

When you're around, you'll be smiling and shaking your head because you're so happy

"Did I tell you I love you today?"

He will pay attention to what the priest says, but he will find it all very time-consuming

He said he wrote the vows from the bottom of his heart

It gets all silly listening to you read the vows like "it's me she's talking about!"

he'll giggle when you say "I do"

He'll hold your hand tight after you put on your rings

He'll give you a little kiss because he's shy

He wanted to carry you on his back on the way out but I remember that he needs to behave

Wooyoung

Tal qual uma criança, não vai para naquele altar

Vai fica perguntando para os membros que são os padrinhos se tá bonito

Vai fica cumprimentando os convidados de longe

Pergunta de 5 em 5 minutos se você já chegou (Se tivesse com o celular, já tava te ligando)

Quando ouvir a marcha nupcial, vai fica nervoso e começa a ri sozinho

Quando você entra, vai abri um sorrisão e começa a fica emocionado

Quando subir no altar, ele já vai tá chorando

Vai dar um beijinho no seu rosto quando você tiver perto dele e fica dizendo que você é linda

Vai fica sussurrando que você tá cheirosa

Vai fingi que esqueceu as alianças

Vai dizer nos votos que você tiro a sorte grande por se casar com ele

Vai fica todo se vangloriando quando você ler os votos

Vai fingi que tá pensando quando o padre pergunta se ele te aceita como esposa

Você vai fazer o mesmo com ele, e ele vai ri

Vai dá um beijo bonito e apaixonado

Vai sair todo tímido porque tá com vontade de chora

_____________________________♡_____________________________

Like a child, he won't stop at that aisle

He will keep asking the members who are the groomsmen if he looks good

He will be greeting guests from afar

he will ask every 5 minutes if you have already arrived (If he had his cell phone, he would already be calling you)

When you hear the wedding march, you will get nervous and start laughing to yourself

When you walk in, he'll crack a smile and start to get emotional

By the time he walks down the aisle, he'll already be crying

He will give you a kiss on the cheek when you are around him and keeps telling you that you are beautiful

He'll keep whispering that you smell good

He'll pretend he forgot his wedding rings

He will say in the vows that you hit the jackpot by marrying him

He'll get all bragging when you read the vows

He'll pretend to think when the priest asks if he accepts you as his wife

You'll do the same to him, and he'll laugh

He will give you a beautiful and passionate kiss

He'll leave all shy because he feels like crying

Yunho

Vai pedir ajuda dos membros para saber o lugar onde tem que fica porque tá muito nervoso

Vai fica balançando a mão dando oi ou se curvando pra todo mundo

Vai fica nervoso e com os olhinhos brilhando esperando a porta abrir quando ouvir a marcha nupcial começar

Vai chora quando te ver, vai chora quando você chega perto, vai usa o lenço do paletó toda hora

Vai segura sua mão, te ajudar a subir e arrumar o seu véu

Vai fica fazendo carinho no seu rosto as vezes quando olha pra você

"Você tá muito linda, parece uma princesa!"

Vai beija sua aliança antes e depois de coloca

Você e ele vão ficar brincando com os dedos enquanto dão as mãos

As vezes você e ele vão se olha e sorri um pro outro

Os votos dele são curtinhos mas adoráveis que te fazem sorrir

Ele vai fica surpreso com seus votos e ficar com as bochechas rosadas

Vai ficar em dúvida na hora do beijo se te beija mesmo ou se dá apenas um selinho

No fim resolve dá um selinho fofo

Vai encaixa seu braço no braço dele quando vocês estiverem indo embora como se dissesse "agora estou ao seu lado!"

_____________________________♡_____________________________

He will ask for help from the members to know where he has to stay because he is very nervous

He'll be waving his hand, saying hello or bowing to everyone

He will get nervous and with his little eyes shining waiting for the door to open when he hears the wedding march start

He'll cry when he sees you, he'll cry when you get close, he'll wear the scarf on his jacket all the time

He will hold your hand, help you walk down the aisle and fix your veil

He'll caress your face sometimes when he looks at you

"You look so beautiful, you look like a princess!"

He will kiss your wedding ring before and after you put it on

You and he will be playing with your fingers while you hold hands with him

Sometimes you and he will look at each other and smile at each other

Their vows are short but adorable that make you smile

He will be surprised by your votes and get rosy cheeks

He will be in doubt at the time of the kiss if he gives you a kiss from the movies or if he just gives you a little kiss

In the end, it solves, it gives a cute kiss

He'll snap your arm into his arm when you're leaving, as if to say, "Now I'm by your side!"

Seonghwa

Fala pra todo mundo que tá muito nervoso e ansioso e fica se sacolejando

Diz que tá sentindo palpitações quando você começa a demora

De 5 em 5 minutos pergunta: "Ela já chegou?"

Quando a marcha nupcial começa, fica paralisado pois não sabe como reagir

Você mal entro ele já vai tá com os olhos cheios de lágrimas

Vai beija sua mão assim que você subir no altar

Vai fica te olhando enquanto o padre fala e fica fazendo carinho na sua mão

"Eu te amo muito, sabia!"

Falo que os votos seriam curtos (mentiu, tinha duas folhas)

Soltou um "wow" na hora dos seus votos admirado com o que você escreveu

Pediu pro Hongjoong guarda as alianças pois tinha medo de perde

O padre nem terminou, já disse SIM

Fico esperando você fazer o mesmo, e levantando a sobrancelha tipo "fala logo sim, mulher!"

Vai termina a hora do beijo com outro beijinho

Vai fica todo bobo agarrado em você na hora de sair da igreja

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Tell everyone that he's very nervous and anxious and keeps shaking himself up

Says he's having palpitations when you start the delay

Every 5 minutes ask, "Has she arrived yet?"

When the wedding march begins, he is paralyzed because he doesn't know how to react

You barely get in, he's already going to have tears in his eyes

He will kiss your hand as soon as you walk down the aisle

He'll be looking at you while the priest talks and he'll be stroking your hand

"I love you so much, you know!"

He said the votes would be short (he lied, he had two sheets)

He let out a "wow" at the time of your vows, amazed at what you wrote about him

he asked Hongjoong to keep the rings because he was afraid of losing

The priest didn't even finish, he already said "I do"

He keeps waiting for you to do the same, and raising his eyebrow like "say i do right away, woman!!"

He will end the kiss time with another little kiss

He gets all silly clinging to you when it's time to leave the church

Jongho

Vai tenta ficar sério no altar, mas as vezes vai dá uns pulinhos de nervoso

Fica aquecendo a voz, parece até que tá indo pra um show

Mexe no terno de 5 em 5 minutos, verifica as alianças toda hora

Quando a marcha nupcial toca, e você entrar, vai fica te olhando e sorrindo

Quando você chegar no altar, vai tira o véu, balança a cabeça pro lado e fazer cara de "eita, como tenho bom gosto!"

Óbvio que vai canta no casamento

Vai fala pra você não chora e te dar o lenço dele

Nos votos vai agradecer por você existir e ser um apoio pra ele

Vai fica nervoso na hora de coloca a aliança e colocar bem devagar pra ter certeza que coloco mesmo

Quando o padre pergunta se ele aceita, vai sorri e dizer "claro que aceito!"

Os membros vão ri e ele vai olha pra eles com cara de bravo

Vai fica todo pomposo quando você dizer "aceito" também

Vai segura seu rosto para te dar o beijo e ficar tímido depois

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He'll try to get serious at the aisle, but sometimes he'll jump up and down nervously.

Warms up your voice, it sounds like you're going to a concert

Tinker with the suit every 5 minutes, check the rings all the time

When the wedding march rings, and you walk in, he'll be looking at you and smiling

When you get to the aisle, he'll take off his veil, he'll shake his head to the side and make a face like "wow, I made a great choice!"

Obviously, you're going to sing at the wedding

He'll tell you not to cry and give you his scarf

In the votes, he will thank you for existing and being a support for him

He will get nervous when putting on the ring and put it on very slowly to make sure I put it on

When the priest asks if he accepts, he will smile and say "of course I do!"

The members will laugh and he will look at him with an angry face

He'll get all pompous when you say "I do" too

He will hold your face to give you the kiss and be shy afterwards

Yeosang

Parece um anjo da igreja de tão bonito

Diz pro padrinhos que são os membros que tá com o coração acelerado

Fica se balançando de nervoso e dizendo "o que eu faço! O que eu faço!" parecendo uma criança confusa

Vai fica admirado olhando pra você vestida de noiva

Quando você entrar, vai fica sorrindo até você chega perto dele

Vai beija sua mão e te ajuda com o vestido

"Wow, como você tá linda!"

Vai fica olhando pro padre mas toda hora dá uma olhadinha pra você e sorri timidamente

Vai fica tímido na hora dos votos e dizer que você significa muito na vida dele

Vai chora nessa parte e você vai seca as lágrimas dele, que vai agradece

Vai ouvi os seus votos e fica te olhando com os olhinhos brilhando

Quase erra a mão de bota a aliança, vai sorri e pega a mão certa

Na hora do beijo vai fica com vergonha, vai dar um beijinho tímido na pontinha do seu nariz e depois nos seus lábios

Vai te estender a mão pra você encaixa os dedos quando vocês saírem da igreja

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He looks like a church angel because he is so beautiful

Tell the godparents, who are the members, that your heart is racing

He keeps shaking nervously and saying, "What do I do! What do I do!" looking like a confused child

He'll be amazed looking at you dressed as a bride

When you enter, he will keep smiling until you get close to him

He will kiss your hand and help you with the dress

"Wow, how beautiful you look!"

He keeps looking at the priest but every time he takes a look at you and smiles shyly

He'll get shy when it comes to vows and say that you mean a lot in his life

He'll cry at that part and you'll dry his tears, he'll thank you

He will listen to your vows and stare at you with his little eyes shining

Almost misses the hand of putting on the ring, he will smile and take the right hand

At the time of the kiss he will be embarrassed, he will give a shy kiss on the tip of your nose and then on your lips

He will hold out his hand to you so that you can fit your fingers when you leave the church.

San

Não admite que está nervoso

Sorri e cumprimenta todo mundo sorrindo

Fica puxando assunto com o padre

Diz pro Wooyoung para de fazer bagunça com os padrinhos

Fica rindo de nervoso porque você tá demorando (tá quase indo te busca em casa)

Vai ouvi a marcha nupcial e vai coloca a mão no coração como se pudesse segura ele

Vai se emociona quando ver você entrar

Vai te ajuda a subir, vai tira o véu e beija sua testa com carinho

Você vai dizer pra ele não chora e ele vai fala com a voz grossa "eu não tô chorando!"

Vai fica repetindo o quanto você é linda e o quanto ele te ama de 5 em 5 minutos

"Eu tenho tanta sorte de ter você, te amo!"

Não ouviu uma palavra do padre porque só sabe olha pra você

Vai chora na hora dos votos

Vai fica todo bobo ouvindo você ler seus votos

"wow, ela não é perfeita!" vai fala depois que você termina, e dá um sorriso

Vai fica nervoso na hora de bota a aliança

Vai fica segurando firme sua mão pra ter certeza que você não vai embora sem ele

Vai segura seu rosto na hora do beijo, te beija apaixonado e depois beija sua testa de novo

Vai quere sair com você no colo

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He won't admit he's nervous

Smiles and greets everyone smiling

Keeps bringing up random subject with the priest

Tell Wooyoung to stop messing with the groomsmen

Laughs nervously because you're taking too long (he's about to pick you up at home)

He will hear the wedding march and will put his hand on his heart as if he could hold it

He will get emotional when he sees you enter the church

He will help you walk down the aisle, take off your veil and kiss your forehead with affection

You're going to tell him not to cry and he's going to say in a thick voice "I'm not crying!"

He will keep repeating how beautiful you are and how much he loves you every 5 minutes

"I'm so lucky to have you, I love you!"

He didn't hear a word from the priest because he only knows how to look at you

He will cry at the time of the vows

He'll get all silly listening to you read your vows

"Wow, she's not perfect!" he'll say after you're done, and gives you a smile

He'll get nervous when it's time to put on the ring

He'll keep holding your hand tight to make sure you don't leave without him

He will hold your face at the time of the kiss, kiss you passionately and then kiss your forehead again

He'll want to go out with you on his lap.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 600

𝙩/𝙬: raspberries, mostly soft tickling, some rough, pinning but no restraints

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hongjoong and seonghwa

𝙡𝙚𝙧: hongjoong and seonghwa

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Hey, you should probably go to sleep.” 

Hongjoong jolted in fright, turning his head slowly to stare wide-eyed at Seonghwa. “You scared me! Why are you awake?”

“I could ask you the same.” Seonghwa sighed, moving to the edge of the desk Hongjoong sat at. 

“I need to finish my work.” The leader responded, continuing to type away at his laptop. 

“Joongie…you look really tired…and you have a fever, go to sleep.” Seonghwa demanded gently, flinching when the younger turned to glare at him. 

“Seonghwa. I’m fine. Leave me alone.” Hongjoong groaned. 

“Hey, where’s the hyung in that sentence?” Seonghwa teased playfully; he knew better than to take Hongjoong’s words to heart, especially when the younger was tired. 

The eldest slowly massaged down the leader, causing him to squeak and squirm in surprise.

Hongjoong just groaned at the older’s antics, choosing to ignore him completely. 

Seonghwa frowned at that, pulling the leader onto the bed. 

“Nooo…” Hongjoong whined, staring at his laptop. 

“You need to be cheered up. And I know exactly how to do it.”

Seonghwa grabbed both of the leader’s wrists and yanked them clean above his head. “Tickle time!” He announced. 

Joongie’s eyes widened in horror, realization dawning on his face just before the torture started. 

Fingers skittered up and down his sides, and poor Hongjoong broke immediately into tiny giggles at the soft tickles at his sensitive sides. 

“Nohohohoho Seohohonghwaaa~” He giggled sweetly, the brushing of fingers along his sides making him throw his head back and bite his lip. 

“Awhhh…your giggles sound so cute~” Seonghwa cooed. “But I wanna hear some laughs.” 

He leaned down to blow loud raspberries into the leader’s sensitive neck. Hongjoong could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he squealed. 

“NoHOHOHO SEONGHWA STAHAHAP!!” He demanded, shrieking and tensing up when anothe raspberry met the skin under his ear. 

“Not stopping until I hear a hyung.” Seonghwa laughed, and poor Hongjoong squeaked at the vibrations of the older’s lips. 

“StaaaHAAAHA!!” He let out before his laughter went silent. Hongjoong couldn’t get anything out even if he wanted to, his voice stolen from him and not allowing him to plead or beg. 

Finally, when his voice came back, he was babbling and crying out through his words. “HyUHUHUHUNG!! Ihihim SOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“Okay okay, I can feel you kicking behind me.” Seonghwa laughed and let up, adoring the younger’s beaming smile and red cheeks. 

“Now it’s YOUR TURN!” Hongjoong announced loudly, leaping onto his hyung and sticking his hands right up the boy’s armpits with an evil cackle. 

Seonghwa shrieked and burst into cackly laughter, his smile making the leader laugh along with him. 

“Oh tickle tickle ti-ckle hyung~” Hongjoong teased, causing Seonghwa to squeal and blush furiously. 

“STOHOHOPPP ihim nohot a bahahaby!!” He giggled, shoving at Hongjoong’s wrists. 

“But you’re so ticklish! Are you absolutely sure?” Joongie evilly smirked before shooting his hands down to knead the older’s rib cage. 

Seonghwa screamed and arched away, eyes squeezing shut from pure sensitivity as he shoved at Hongjoong’s wrists. 

“STAHAHAHA—NOHOHOHO!!” He squealed as the fingers moved to the crevices of his ribs. 

“You’re not sure?” Hongjoong teased. 

“OKAHAHAHAY OKAY PLEHEHEASE!!” Seonghwa pleaded, which the leader took as his cue to let up. 

After a while of cuddling, Seonghwa made a move to get up. 

“Now come on, you’re sick. I’ll get you some medicine while you get ready for bed. Got it?” 

“M’kay.” 

Safe to say the two eldest was thoroughly tired in the morning, but Hongjoong reported that he was feeling much better now. 

[saturnzskyzz]

Maknae's smile

Lee: Jongho

Lers: Yunho, San, Wooyoung, and Yoesang

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This is a drabble because I've literally seen no fanfics of lee Jongho, and that's going to change ᴛ ᴏ ᴅ ᴀ ʏ :)

(I'm still working on requests. Two are scheduled right now, but I won't reveal the date until it gets closer to mid January ^^)

Enjoy!

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"Who is the Maknae of the group?" Hongjoong read out loud for the rest of Ateez to hear.

In unison, they all pointed to Jongho, who was sitting in the back middle of everyone. Jongho brought up both of his hands to showcase his face, and put on a fake smile for the camera.

Ateez were at an interview where they were given' a board with a set of questions. Each question had strips covering them, so Hongjoong-the leader-was peeling them off one by one, to answer with his fellow members in a professional manner.

Yunho, however, saw Jongho's fake smile, and-the michivieous ace he was, and fortunately enough for him, was sat next to Jongho-gave a few pokes to Jongho's side, causing him to squeak and defend himself from the ongoing attack; which left the other members: Yoesang, San, and Wooyoung, to join in since they were close to Jongho as well.

"Guhuhuys! - we're ihin the middle ohohof an intervihihiew!" Jongho said, curling in on himself.

"We'll give you guys a break, I'm sure you guys do this quite often, ya?" The interviewer asked with a smile.

"Yehes, quite frequently. Sorry about that." Hongjoong said, Apologeticly.

"Ihit's no worries." Said the interviewer, who then got up to get a few waters for themself, and for the members. They could tell that Jongho would really need it after his members onslaught was finished.

"Mehehercy! Plehehease! Ihihit's tohooho muhuhuch!" Jongho said in defeat. He was starting to loose balance on his chair.

"Okay guys, let's stop. We have an interview that we need to finish." Hongjoong said with a warning.

The members thankfully stopped, much to their dismay, but Jongho was nonetheless thankful for his hyung's save.

And with that, the interview went on.

[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Seonghwa

Pairing: Seonghwa x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Tword

Warnings: angst, self doubts, tickles

“I’m not worth it…” you whispered. “I’m not worth anything”. Tears started coming from your eyes.

It has been one year now. One year since you last thought you were worth something. Then that one someone came in your life and simply destroyed you. And your life, your confidence, your self love.  You really thought he loved you. At least liked you.

He always made those signs. He has been so cute in private, he complimented you, he spent time with you. But in class, he was always so NOT nice… He treated you bad, he said bad things to you, he was just so DAMN shit.

And it has been one half year since he told you that he never had feelings for you. Everyone thought you had. But you yourself didn’t even know. But THEY knew. THEY talked with him about you, THEY told him you liked him. You have never told them. They just knew. Or not.

You then had six weeks without him. Until your best friend had the GREAT idea to invite both of you to his bday party.  (A/n: Not Seonghwa, I just needed a story and this it is …) He acted completely normal. Like there has never been something between you. But he knew that he had destroyed you.

And he had decided to continue. For the next year, you were supposed to see him and he acted all nice. Sometimes. Sometimes not. His little comments about your likings, your look, your clothes, your faces destroyed you each time. Every. Fucking. Single. Time.

You started to doubt yourself, not feeling good anymore, trying to save your face, wearing other clothes, changing your style, isolating yourself.

Then, a few weeks before Christmas Eve you got sick. Not that bad, but you infected your friend you lived with too. They got sick really bad. Back then you were the only one out of nine who wasn’t sick. You really did your best to care for them, to make them healthy again. But then you got sick again, when everyone else was healthy again. You had planned to travel around Korea when New Year’s Eve came and everybody looked forward to it. Including you. But because you were sick, your friends decided to NOT do it and staying at home instead. That just made your self-confidence worse.

They stayed home because of YOU. They didn’t live their dream because of YOU. They didn’t have fun because of YOU. You weren’t worth it. You had told them multiple times that they just should go without you, but they all wanted to stay with you.

What was one the one side SO CUTE and on the other it made you just feel worse because you were the reason that they stayed home. Because YOU brought that illness with you. You weren’t worth them. Those eight precious boys who’d rather be there for you and care for you than traveling around this wonderful country for two weeks.

But then Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho found out why you were that depressed and helped you. They gave you back your self-confidence, they helped you through this phase, they gave you attention and they loved you. They helped you slowly but safely out of this dark hole.

(A/n: true story … Only though that it wasn’t Korea but my grandparents whom I didn’t see for two years and my family whom I wanted to go with. But the rest is 100% true…)

“I am not worth their love” you whispered again. You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall for hours now. You were hiding in your room the whole room now, you only came out to eat and go pee. And it was already 4pm.

You wished someone would come in and just hug you, cheer you up by any way. And – surprise- Seonghwa guessed that something was wrong with you and so he decided to go and cheer you up a bit.

Hwa entered your room and immediately spotted you on your bed. He sat down next to you and pulled you in his lap. “Hey cutie, are you okay?” he asked with such a soft voice that your heart just melted. But a sudden Lee mood plopped in your brain and so you ignored him on purpose.

You just let your body fall over his legs so that you were laying across his lap. He then shakes you softly. “Hey… Jagi!” He shakes you softly, placing his hands at your arm. Precious boy’s mission was now making you laugh. He bent over you and first tried aegyo to make you smile, but you simply closed your eyes because it was TOO cute…

But he doesn’t give up that easily, he says random funny but not funny dad jokes what make you smile a bit bcz you can’t stand his cuteness. (o.o)

But you fastly hide your smile by covering your face with both hands, a blush appearing on your cheeks. But he already saw it.

“Aww c’mon show me that smile again!!!” he said and you hard his pout. He shakes you again, his hands accidently touching your side. Your smile came back very fast and you flinched a tiny bit. You stayed still right after that but he has realized too soon.

“Awwww are you ticklish?” Seonghwa asked, his voice sounding so happy. (>.<) You blushed harder but you ignored his question. Because you were too stubborn and your smile won’t just appear since your sadness has come again.

So Hwa just starts poking over your sides and tummy and ribs to find out. And godamit this pretty boy was fast >.< He poke all over your midsection faster than speed of light but still so soft that it wouldn’t hurt.

You just exploded in giggles, covering your happy smile with both of your hands, not even trying to stop Seonghwa. And he saw that you didn’t try to stop him and sensed that you needed this little cheer up.

So soft boy sneaked his hands under your shirt and scribbled over your soft, cute lil tummy. You let out cute, happy squeals, what made his smile widen automatically. He was proud and happy that he reached his goal and made you happy. And he loved the way you were happy with him.

But he also saw that you really needed this now. So he clawed over your sides, tummy and ribs, looking at you with eyes so full of love that if you would have seen it (your eyes were closed from the giggling and laughing) you would have started crying again.

You now start squirming and you laugh with full belly laugher now, making his giggle with you. As he came over your ribs, you squirmed a little more. And ofc he noticed (>.<) And precious Hwa explored your ribs now. He scribbled up and down, between, on your back and where your tummy and ribs met. He clawed over them, right under your ribs and over your upper ribs. You let put more squeals now, but still not trying to stop him. You only squirmed more since it was such a great but also unbearable feeling.

After like another five minutes he stopped, looking at you with the brightest smile. Just as yours. Your eyes were teary, your face red but you had the biggest, brightest smile on your lips. And it just made him happier.

But however he feels a bit sorry for this, the precious Park Seonghwa he is (>.<). He thought he had gone too far. So he waited until you had calmed down, wrapping his arms around you, pushing you in a sitting position. “I’m sorry Y/n… Have I been going too far?” he asked quietly. “No… No it’s all right Hwa. Thank you – I think I needed that now… I love you” you whispered the last part.

“I love you too-“he whispered and you two fell on the bed, hugging each other. Seonghwa was just too precious. He is so caring and loving >.<

After that you watched a random anime together while cuddling each other.

End ~

A/n: Soo this is my second fiction for the ‘how each Ateez member finds out/reacts to you being ticklish’. I still can’t believe 110+ people voted this time…. O.o

Anyways, I hope you like this …

It took me so long actually and I had an existence crisis while writing but anyways,

Love you guys <3 and thank you!

Taglist: @itzystopkiddingmenowloco @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

[portlicat]

retrospectiva-licat

uma pequena amostra dos trabalhos que fiz durante esse ano com - ou sem - a minha evolução pessoal.

um probleminha que tive foi a perda de todos os arquivos do meu computador, o que significa que eu só tenho as capinhas feitas para o @desiresdesigns, mas está valendo, né?

caso queira ler as hitórias, clique na capa desejada.

janeiro - not that innocent divertidinha, uma das que mais gostei de ter feito. queridinha de todos/minha.

fevereiro - unconditional love não foi feita em fevereiro, mas foi modificada e entregue nesse mês, então tá valendo. bonitinha, clean, romântica. mais uma sasusaku (pena que o autor excluiu ela)

março - so high primeira capa de one piece, primeira finalizada desse jeito que eu AMO. eu odiava, mas agora está entre as fav (outra que a história foi apagada)

abril - freitag peguei essa aqui na base da herança, mas adorei fazê-la. uma das minhas primeiras de colagens, e esse png foi luz na minha vida (perdi ele...)

menções honrosas de abril:

maio - cherry in the desert linda, cheirosa, do jeitinho que eu gosto, essa daqui tem meu coração

junho - exile adoro ela, tenho como uma das mais lindas

julho - love to hate you sem comentários, uma das minhas fav também

menções honrosas de julho:

agosto - além da coluna o coloring é o de sempre, mas nessa aqui destacou

setembro - eclipse amo este, a primeira vez que coloquei esse tipo de gif

menção honrosa de setembro: amo os meninos do ateez, eu moraria nessa capinha se eu pudesse

outubro - shameless créditos à @stamoon, uma pena que não foi usada TAMBÉM

novembro - destined with you disponível para doação

menções honrosas de novembro:

dezembro - todas essas, e ainda contando

não sei o que mudou nas minhas capas, mas algo está diferente (acho que não só o computador). eu já queria ser boa em capas divertidas, então acho que melhorei demais nesse estilo.

o que eu quero pro próximo ano, lá no desire tenha MUITOS pedidos quanto nesse ano, mas que essa galera que chegue, use-as. use os designs, seja agradecido pir esse trabalho gratuito, bem feito e que não necessita mais que uma leitura em regras que estão lá para um próposito.

vou aprender a gravar vídeos e irei compartilhar o meu processo de criação (com único intuito de ajudar a quem está começando agora, assim como minhas besties fizeram comigo quando eu era um jovem girino.

espero poder fazer outra retrospectiva ano que vem, com capas ainda mais lindas que essas. é isso, amores. um beijo e feliz ano novo pra nós

[summerbrisa]

☀️ OLÁ SERES HUMANOS!!

Depois de tanto tempo planejando fazer algo um pouquinho diferente para celebrar alguma coisa importante (que ainda não existe, mas depois eu penso em alguma coisa mais elaborada), eu finalmente decidi criar um pouquinho de coragem para fazer uma mini doação de plots que estavam guardados no meu docs. Enfim, espero que você se agrade com algum deles.

ALGUMAS CONSIDERAÇÕES IMPORTANTES:

1- Um ploplotinho por pessoa;

2- Adote e use, por favor;

3- Não tenho prazo, mas quanto antes melhor (eu tenho ansiedade, não sei esperar por muito tempo);

4- Não seja um caloteiro: se gostou do plot, pode adotar sem medo, mas o use. Pode ser daqui dois meses, um ano ou um dia, mas use!!;

5- Me avise quando postar a história, vou surtar e ler o mais rápido possível (@heejakelinos no Spirit).

ENFIM! SIMBORA GALERA!!

PLOT 01: Carta para o futuro (taekook, bts); adotado!

"Doze anos haviam se passado desde a morte de Kim Taehyung e Jungkook ainda não tinha superado o amado por completo. Então, certo dia, tomado pela angustia e solidão de não ter quem mais o amava, Jungkook decide escrever uma carta de despedida para Taehyung, na tola esperança que o moreno lesse de onde quer que estivesse. Ele só não contava com uma resposta do Kim, com a mesma letra e prometendo voltar para cuidar dele."

PLOT 02: Complexidade do complexo (centric taehyun, txt); adotado!

"Nunca foi fácil para Taehyun ser alguém tão inseguro, meio depressivo e cheio de anseios quase impossíveis. Nunca foi fácil para ele ter que aguentar o mundo sob os ombros desde muito novo. Nunca foi fácil para o jovem continuar vivendo mesmo sem ter certeza se realmente queria aquilo. E continua não sendo fácil para ele acordar todos os dias com a sensação de que talvez seja o seu tão esperado último dia."

OBS.: a ideia é que seja algo meio depressivo sobre viver sem se sentir vivo de fato, caso não tenha ficado claro.

PLOT 03: Girls, (winrina, aespa); adotado!

"Karina passou a vida inteira escutando de parentes babacas e amigos sem juízo que não existia outro tipo de casal além de um homem e uma mulher, e por muito tempo ela se deixou levar com aquela mentira e acabou se esquecendo de se conhecer de verdade. E ela poderia continuar assim, tranquila e confirmada, se não fosse pela chegada de uma estrangeira barulhenta no seu curso. Winter era o seu apelido. Karina então começou a se questionar constantemente: isso não é sobre caras, é sobre garotas?"

OBS.: Inspirada em girls, da girl in red!!

PLOT 04: Quando o relógio bate às 3:33 (Woosan, ateez ou original); adotado!

"Cuidado! Toda noite naquele bairro coisas estranhas acontecem: crianças somem, lojas são invadidas sem deixar rastros, a noite é banhada por sangue humano (literalmente) e alguns animais são oferecidos como sacrifícios para entidades malignas. Tudo isso ocorre entre às 3:33 até às 6:66. Numa noite quente e silenciosa, Choi San é tomado pela curiosidade e a falta de sono e decide ir atrás do culpado por toda a matança que anda acontecendo na cidade. Ele só não contava com o fato de que realmente encontraria um culpado e que esse tal culpado fosse tão devasso e bonito."

PLOT 05: Can't catch me now (heejake, enhypen); adotado!

"Onde Jake havia desistido de viver e mesmo depois de tanto tempo Heeseung ainda conseguia viver a vida do mais novo: quando a brisa fresca de versão bagunçava seus cabelos, quando a chuva lavava sua alma em dias pesados, quando ele comprava algum livro e o cheiro de página nova entrava em seu pulmão o renovando, quando via algum filhote de cachorro peralta ou quando estava apenas comendo seu precioso ramyeon. Foi difícil para Heeseung no começo, mas depois que o moreno entendeu que Jake ainda vivia nele tudo ficou muito mais fácil. Porque Jake estava em todos os lugares; mesmo que seja impossível pegá-lo agora."

OBS.: inspirada em Can't catch me now da Olívia Rodrigo e também aborda sobre suicídio, então, pode pesar a mão na depressão, viu?

FINALMENTE, FIM!

Espero que tenham gostado de algum plot, obrigada por ler até aqui e pelo possível apoio, sou sua fã 💛

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Interrogation

"Alright, who did it?"

Hongjoong stood in front of Yunho, Mingi and Wooyoung, all of whom were avoiding his gaze. Seonghwa stood behind him, taking in the mess that was the kitchen.

Flour had been flung everywhere, with clumps of what looked like butter randomly interspersed. An egg had been shattered in the middle of the floor, whether by accident or intentional he couldn't tell. It was a mess, and although one of the three (if not all of the three) were responsible, they were all stubbornly keeping their mouths shut.

Hongjoong tapped his foot impatiently, as Jongho and Yeosang entered the dorm behind them. Shocked gasps came from the two, and Hongjoong, done, turned to Jongho.

"Grab San and bring him to my room. Yeosang- make sure none of these three move other than to clean up the kitchen. If they leave it's on you."

Yeosang gulped nervously, nodding his assent. The three 99 liners also shivered, knowing that they may get away with their mischief for 20 more minutes but not much longer.

After all, San had tried to stop them.

Seonghwa smirked, making a detour to the cleaning cupboard and grabbing a few things.

San must have anticipated their coming, as he was already fighting when Jongho brought him into the room. He had been slung over the younger's shoulder in a fireman's carry, and was desperately pleading with the younger to let him go, kicking and squirming violently. Hongjoong sat on the bed, arms folded and a serious expression on his face. He motioned for Jongho to drop San next to him, which the younger did, with San scurrying to the farthest corner of the bed.

Seonghwa let Jongho out with instructions to help Yeosang, before locking the door behind him and putting the key in his shoe.

"So, San," Hongjoong said conversationally, like he hadn't effectively had the younger abducted, "Do you know what happened in the kitchen?"

The elders could see the conflict in San's eyes, whether to rat out his same-age friends or to protect them. It was likely that the trio had pleaded with him not to tell the elders, that they'd clean up before they got there, Seonghwa thought, and even though San knew Hongjoong wouldn't hurt the other three, the leader could be scary when angered.

"Not... not entirely," he admitted, eyes on the quilt beneath him. He fiddled with his fingers nervously, looking up at the elder two. "I tried to stop them initially, I knew they'd make a mess, but I had a headache and went to lay down for a bit. They said they'd clean up before you got back."

Seonghwa hummed as Hongjoong nodded, their hypothesis proven correct.

"Fair," Hongjoong murmured, "Do you know who instigated it? Who's idea it was to make the mess?"

The younger's eyes widened comically, and he hesitantly shook his head. He kept his eyes on the blanket, knowing what was coming though reluctant to give up his friends.

With a sigh, Hongjoong stood up.

"Lay down on the bed."

San obeyed, likely so that they'd go easier on him, as Hongjoong went to his wardrobe, picking out a scarf. Seonghwa took the material, gently pulling the younger's arms up and tying them securely to the top of the bed frame. San refused to make eye contact the whole time, keeping his eyes on the window. Hongjoong repeated the action with San's ankles, as they had learned their lesson after one too many groin kicks.

The younger trembled with nervousness, and Seonghwa took pity on him, stroking his hair and letting the smaller nuzzle his palm. A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of his head, and Hongjoong followed suit, also nuzzling his forehead.

"Remember, baby, this will all be over when you tell us who started the mess."

The leader moved over to where Seonghwa had ditched the supplies from the cleaning cupboard, while the elder himself slipped between San's arms so that his head was in his lap. He gently massaged the younger's head, watching as Hongjoong rummaged around.

A wicked grin split the leaders face. "Let's start off nice," he hummed, "I've been quite stressed so this could be nice for me too, then we'll get to the actual interrogation."

He lifted up the feather he had picked, walking up to the top of the bed. San looked pleadingly up at him, puppy dog eyes at 100%, but Hongjoong merely chuckled, swirling the feather on the shell of San's ear. The youngest's face split into a small grin, and he tried to bring his ear to his shoulder, but Seonghwa's gentle hands kept it firmly straight. Small stifled giggles were slipping through San's lips, but he remained stubbornly silent as the feather traversed his neck and chin.

Hongjoong grinned as he slid the feather down the centre of his neck, down the centre of his chest, over the clothing. Not heavy enough to tickle, but enough to know where it was headed. Where San's shirt ended was a small bit of skin, just around the hipbones, which Hongjoong slid the feather across teasingly. A small squeak was heard, and San squirmed at the feel of the feather on bare skin, causing the leader himself to chuckle. He continued to swirl the feather on the strip of skin, enjoying the sounds coming from the younger's mouth.

"So cute," he cooed softly, watching as San's cheeks flushed pink. "So cute and ticklish."

Chuckling, Hongjoong put the feather aside, placing his hand on the tiny stomach. He playfully patted it once, twice, before lifting himself up to sit on it.

San squealed as the elders hands met his ribs, squirming as much as he could. Bright squeaking laughter erupted from his mouth, and he shook his head rapidly.

"Stohohohohop! Plehehease!"

"You know what you need to do to stop this, Dimples." Seonghwa teased, lightly tracing his chin and neck. "All you gotta do is tell us what we want to know."

Hongjoong giggled himself, stopping his assault on the younger's ribs. He pushed himself down til he was sat on San's hips, and started pushing up the loose t-shirt the younger was wearing.

"Nohohoooo," San whined quietly, watching as his abdomen was revealed. The process was slow, Hongjoong dragging it out as much as possible to tease the younger. The bottom of his tummy received a flick of wiggling fingers, his bellybutton a teasing poke. His ribs were squeezed hard, causing him to buck and nearly send the shirt back down, and then Seonghwa grabbed the bottom of the shirt, hoisting it over San's face so his entire abdomen was exposed. Hongjoong dismounted San, heading back over to his tool pile and pondering.

San turned his head the other way, eyes shut as he panted lightly. Seonghwa petted his hair, pressing small soothing kisses to his brow.

"You ok?" He murmured, "All you have to do is tell us."

San kept his mouth shut though, not wanting to give up his friends.

Hongjoong smirked as he picked his tool, moving towards where the younger's socked feet were. He grabbed the top of the socks and pulled them up so that the heels of his feet were exposed. "I'm feeling a little bit evil," he contemplated, "Soooo, I'm just gonna pop these in here and see how we go."

San had very little time to feel confusion, as Hongjoong had placed two travel-sized electric toothbrushes on each of his feet. He pulled the socks back over them, effectively trapping them in the casing as they weren't heavy enough to pull the socks off.

"Ok, l'm just going to leave them in there for a few." The leader smirked, watching as San bucked around the bed, howling with laughter. "Do you want a drink Seonghwa?"

"Water, please."

Hongjoong left the room, causing San's hysterical laughter to spill out into the hallway. He could see the remainder of the group in the living room, the kitchen spotless. He smirked when he noticed Yeosang and Jongho blocking the front door, and the leader casually went to the fridge to grab some bottles of water, uncaring of the concerned looks he was getting.

After grabbing three bottles, Hongjoong chugged half of one straight up, before catching Wooyoung's gaze.

"What?"

"What are you doing to him?"

The leader smirked, finishing the rest of the bottle in his sweet time before grabbing another.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Hongjoong gathered the three bottles he wanted to take back with him.

"It may interest you to know that he's holding out quite well for once."

As the door shut behind him, he let his evil grin take over as he checked his phone. Ten minutes since he had left them, half an hour since they had returned to the dorm.

"Dimples isn't doing bad today," he announced as he entered, hysterical laughter suddenly assaulting his ears. "It's been 40 minutes since we returned."

He turned off the toothbrushes, allowing San to rest for a few seconds.

The youngest in the room gulped in oxygen, head flopping into Seonghwa's lap tiredly. His brow was soaked with sweat, which the oldest tenderly wiped away, pulling the water bottle up to his mouth.

"Drink," Seonghwa instructed, watching as the younger gladly gulped down the cool liquid. When he was done, Seonghwa lifted up the bottle, skilfully avoiding spilling any on the bed, quickly fastening it.

Hongjoong flopped down next to San, snuggling up closely. His small fingers danced around the younger's side, causing bright giggles to escape from his mouth.

"Pretty baby, you're actually holding up pretty well today." The leader laughed as San squirmed, repositioning himself on the younger's stomach and wiggling his fingers in his underarms. San yelped, bursting out into loud squeaking laughter as he got assaulted. "Poor ticklish little Sannie..."

After about five minutes, Hongjoong got bored, and noticing he had one more mini toothbrush left, he got an idea. He picked it up, turned it on and ran it all across San's underarm, causing him to shriek with laughter.

"Oh, baby. Is it too much?" Hongjoong cooed, voice dripping in faux sympathy. Despite the sweetness of his words, he kept the toothbrush running along his underarm, long fingernails wrecking havoc in the other. "All you gotta do is say who did it sweetheart."

San's legs were kicking as much as they could, his head twisting and turning as he shrieked with laughter. After a few minutes, Hongjoong grew tired of it though.

"We're getting nowhere," he sighed, removing the toothbrush. "Guess I'm gonna have to pull out the big guns."

He shuffled down Sans body, til he rested on the younger's hips again. With a sly grin, he held up the toothbrush.

"You will tell me what I want to know, Dimples."

He set the toothbrush on San's stomach, off this time, letting San flinch. He then dragged it around in a circle, letting San figure out where the destination would be.

"Round, and around, and around, and Oop!" Hongjoong slipped it into his belly button, looking up at the boy. "Well, it's your final chance to let us know. 10... 9... 8..."

San's struggling renewed, knowing exactly what Hongjoong was going to do. He tugged at the scarves, tried to buck the leader off, but couldn't.

"7... 6... 5..."

He looked pleadingly up at Seonghwa, who simply averted his gaze.

"4... 3... 2..."

"MINGI AND WOOYOUNG!" He cried out, "MINGI AND WOOYOUNG MAINLY YUNHO JOINED IN LATER PLEASE DON'T--"

Hongjoong quickly removed the toothbrush, rubbing the younger's stomach softly as he babbled.

"It's ok," he soothed, quickly untying his feet and removing the socks (with the toothbrushes still inside). "It's ok, you did good."

Seonghwa gently embraced the exhausted boy, massaging his wrists tenderly and nuzzling his hair. He continued to whisper sweet nothings, and Hongjoong joined the warm embrace, pressing gentle kisses to San's hairline.

After a few minutes of snuggles, the leader got back up.

"Right, I'll deal with these troublemakers." He left San and Seonghwa alone, half-reclined on the bed as the older rocked the younger.

"They won't blame me, right?" San worried, watching Hongjoong drag the duo into Mingi's room to chastise them. Wooyoung made eye contact with him, a concerned expression on his face when he saw how red and sweaty his best friend was. "I didn't want to."

"They won't," Seonghwa held him tightly, "I think they know you couldn't help it. Besides, we always get it out of you. They should have known better."

San hummed, letting Seonghwa coddle him like a baby while listening to the vague ranting noises coming from the other room.

As the tummy rub sent him to sleep, San could only hope that the troublemaking duo wouldn't blame him for giving them up.

After all, it wasn't his fault.

Inspired by a convo @cyndaqueerv094 and I had which ended up being this heccin long boi of a fic.