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gaybananabread · 4 months ago

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~This has been in the back of my mind since the movie came out; the time has come. I’m making progress with TickleTober, so enjoy this meal in the meantime! There’s probably more than a hint of shipping in here, but you don’t have to read it like that if you don’t want to. I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Wade Wilson

Ler: Logan Howlett

Summary: Logan is struggling to get used to living with Wade; he has a limit for Wade’s bullshit. The merc loves pushing him to that limit regularly. Logan uses an unconventional method to shut his smartass roommate up.

Warnings: canon-typical language and jokes, spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine and Golden Girls (you’ll see). This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

I’ve finally done it: the ultimate team-up turned homo-erotic-roommates-story. And, ya know, saving my entire timeline; mainly the Logan stuff, though.

Wade had been incredibly happy since they’d saved the existence of his timeline. He was showering regularly, disposed of that horrid “toupee,” and started actually talking to the people in his life about how he felt. It kinda sucked, but hey – character development isn’t always sexy.

Things were going splendidly for the merc with a mouth.

Logan, on the other hand, was slowly going insane.

The Wolverine was grateful for the place to stay, of course; hell, he felt more at home than he had in years. The problem was how…Wade Wade had been acting.

Logan secretly admired how openly true to himself Wade could be; I mean, the guy literally said whatever came to his mind, no matter what. Then again, the guy literally said whatever came to his mind. No matter what.

Even if that thought completely spoiled something for Logan.

“Hey, Peanut! As much as I love that juicy ass, I’m gonna need you to get outta my spot.” Wade flicked his wrist at the eX-Man, beckoning for him to get up. Logan had been there for about twenty minutes, and there was no way he was moving; the episode of Golden Girls he was watching wasn’t finished yet. The man rarely got time to rest like that, savoring every half hour he got with the television like it was holy.

“I’ve been here, bub. Wait your turn.” Logan didn’t even blink, leaning to the side so he could still see the screen. He was gonna finish that episode, damn it.

“Ooo, is that ‘End of the Curse’?” Wade hums, taking a closer look at the screen. Logan wasn’t very far into the episode. “Turns out it’s just menopause, not pregnancy. Man, nothing wakes you up like an existential crisis and skinned minks.”

A low growl rumbled in Logan’s throat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Ooooo, Wade fucked uuup…

“Did you just spoil the ending to my Golden Girls episode?” The livid tone of his roommate’s voice made Wade’s smile grow nervous.

It’s cool, it’s fine. All I gotta do is nail this recovery. Read and learn, people.

“At least I didn’t tell you that the whole Rose and Miles Webber thing doesn’t work out.”

Fuck. This is why you don’t stare at your roommate’s moobs while trying to save yourself, kids.

“You motherf- WADE !” Logan bolted up from his chair, charging at the blemish-skinned man. Wade made his first smart decision that entire morning:

He ran for his fucking life.

But, of course, luck refused to be on the red-suited man’s side. Wade tripped over one of Mary Puppin’s toys outside his room, Logan’s large hands quickly hoisting him up by the waist. Before he could fantasize anything, he was slammed down on his bed. Which, of course, opened up a whole new realm to dig his own grave in.

“Damn, Peanut! It’s customary to take me to dinner first, but you know I don’t mind gettin’ sloppy~” Okay, that was a little cliché. Wasted opportunity, Wilson.

Logan seemed pissed regardless. “You fucking ruined the one relaxing thing I get to do a week when Al’s out. Do you know how hard it is to enjoy a show when you know what’s gonna happen?!”

As entertaining as seeing Wade squirm beneath him was, Logan wanted revenge. He normally would’ve skewered the smartass, but Al was getting sick of smelling Wade’s blood whenever she left for a few hours. That, and he may or may not have gotten some blood on the couch (don’t tell her).

What else could he do? He wanted Wade to suffer, to regret his actions, to shut up for one in his god-forsaken existence. The only times he could remember that happened was when he was asleep, and when he was…oh. Ohoho, fuck yes.

“You’re gonna learn to shut that gaping, bottomless shithole you call a mouth, Wade, and you’re gonna learn it the hard way.”

“I do everything the hard way, Peanu- yeEEAHAHA! THEHE FUHAHAHACK?!” Before Wade could finish proving Logan’s point yet again, he felt ten muscular fingers knead into his thighs. It was – ironic, he knew – his death spot.

Now, imagine trying to explain why you’re smiling so much when someone’s grabbing at your thighs without stuttering. Spoiler alert: it’s torture.

“You can’t mouth off if you’re too busy laughing, fuckhead. Now shut up and scream for me.” Logan squeezed and squished at the merc's thighs, doing his best to tickle the shit out of him.

“Y-YOUHU CAHAN'T- FUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHO!” Wade tried and failed to speak through his laughter, his head reeling from the intense feeling. For the first time in many moons, the Merc with a Mouth was rendered speechless.

“I can’t fuck? Really? Bold ass statement to make when you’re at my mercy.” Logan’s more playful side was slipping out; how could it not with Wade’s goofy-ass laughter egging him on? Seriously, how could anyone expect him to act like a hard-ass with the man making such purposefully adorable noises?

“NOHOHOT WHAHAHAT IHI MEHEHEANT!” Kicking and squirming, the scarred man was quickly realizing he couldn’t talk his way out of the situation. They were matched in strength, but the tickling quickly un-evened the playing field. Maybe pleading for his life?

“COHOHOME OHOHON! I-IHI’LL QUIHIHIT!”

Logan paused for just a moment, his hands still resting on Wade’s hips. He was…actually gonna stop being a loudmouth? While he didn’t believe a word of that, he still wanted to take things a bit easier on the man; damn feelings…

Slowing down, the Wolverine moved his wiggling fingers to Wade’s stomach. Compared to his thighs, it was a decently tolerable spot; still, it fucking tickled.

“Wohoholvie, thihis is nuhuhuts! Ahand not thehe hohot kihihind!” Okay, maybe he immediately proved himself a liar, but Logan didn’t exactly quit! He was sort of justified, in that sense.

“You never learn, do ya?” There’s an air of amusement and affection in his voice that shocks the both of them. Logan immediately tries to correct it, clearing his throat with a glare. “Stubborn asshole. It’s a bad idea to taunt me when you’re this fucking ticklish.”

“Th-thihihis ihihisn’t fahahahair! Youhuhu’re thehe Tumblr bahahabygirl, nohot mehehe! Youhu shouhuhuld be gehehtting ihit!”

“The fuck is a Tumblr babygirl?” Logan snorted at the silly-sounding words, once again trying to figure out what the hell his roommate was talking about.

“Thehehey knohohow!” Wade pointed towards some unseeable audience, making the hairy man roll his eyes. He seriously needed to get Wade tested for something; it would probably explain so much.

“Do you want me to go back to your thighs?” Logan jerked his hands down threateningly, reveling in the squeal the motion causes. He didn’t even touch the other man that time; it was kinda cute.

“NOOOHOhohooo! Dihickhead!” Without thinking, Wade thrusted his arms out and shoved at Logan’s shoulders. Obviously, the brick wall of a man didn’t move, but his attention was drawn to a specific nuisance: the merc’s arms. Specifically, the fact that he hadn’t explored beneath them yet.

Gathering the mouthy man’s wrists in one hand, Logan forced Wade’s arms up and pinned them to the mattress. Once again, Wade was faced with a tough decision: smart off and completely fuck himself, or grovel and hope for some mercy.

Eh, smart choices are plot killers. This one’s for you, dear reader.

“Y-youhuhu’re really ehembracing your dark side, Peanut~ Next thing ya knowhow, I’m gonna be getting fitted for thohose fuzzy cuffs and a harn- FFFAAHAHAHAAA! OHO- OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI’M SOHOHORRY! IHIT WAS THEHEHERE!”

Logan showed zero mercy, digging into Wade’s underarm with renewed vigor. He switched back and forth every few seconds, right to left, wrecking the man as thoroughly as possible. The man’s thighs were definitely still his death spot, but his armpits were a close second.

“You don’t act like you’re sorry, ya shithead.” There was a lot less contempt in Logan’s tone than Wade was expecting; he couldn’t exactly comment on it, but the Wolverine seemed almost happy that he had chosen to prolong his torment by being a smartass.

Wade, on the other hand, was going through it; a vibrant blush had taken residence on his cheeks, little tears of mirth showing up for the housewarming party. Worst of all, his exhaustion forced his muscles to relax, allowing snorts to catch in his throat.

“Damn, Wilson. Goin’ hog wild down there, huh?” Wade’s heart would’ve stopped right then if it were possible. Logan “Go Fuck Yourself” Howlett…made a dad joke?!

“Y-YOUHUHU MAHAHDE A JOHOHOHOKE! IHI’M SOHOHO PROUHUHUD!”

“Fuckin’ Christ, just shut up already!” Embarrassed from both the acknowledgement and praise, Logan dug back into Wade’s thigh to silence him; well, keep him from talking by means of hysterical laughter.

About two minutes into getting his thighs attacked by the kitty man, Wade was rethinking all his life choices that led him there. I mean, he obviously wouldn’t do anything different if he actually had the chance to, but there were some regrets. His laugh was growing raspy, a few wheezes slipping in with the snorts as he struggled to catch his breath.

Logan noticed how tired Wade was getting almost instantly. The man hadn’t smarted off in a hot second, so he figured it was time to stop; definitely not because he was taking it easy on Wade or something stupid like that…

The moment the tickles stopped, Wade drew in deep, giggle-ridden breaths as he tried to calm down. He barely noticed his wrists’ release, too tired to lower his arms anyway. It was, admittedly, an utterly adorable sight.

Noticing he was still literally straddling the anti-hero, Logan climbed off and went to grab Wade some water. When he got back to the bedroom, the merc had curled up on his side, a blanket hap-hazardly tugged over him. The eX-man rolled his eyes at the sight, turning the man to face him.

“Here, drink this.”

Despite sticking his tongue out, Wade greedily gulped down the water. His textured cheeks were still a healthy red from the tickling, the ice water both soothing his throat and cooling him off.

“Thanks, Kitty.”

“Just take a nap or somethin’, bub.” Rolling his eyes at the statement, Logan turned and trudged out of the room; neither missed the light blush on his cheeks from the nickname.

Wade settled back into his bed, sighing at the ceiling. Despite everything, he was actually going to try and improve on his spoiling restraint; he kinda deserved what came to him, even if it was totally overkill.

As for the tickling…well, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Logan could’ve cut his vocal chords or sliced his head off in the tub, but he didn’t; the man just did something silly and lighthearted to drill the lesson into his brain. It was curious, in a sense; why would he choose to be lenient with the loudmouth?

It definitely deserved some looking at, to say the least.

Maybe I’ll insult his mutton chops tomorrow. Ya know, for research purposes…

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hansolsticio · 11 months ago

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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 nós 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."

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lopsicle · 3 months ago

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We’ll Take Care Of You

TickleTober Day 8, Exposed Body Part

Characters: Lee! Vox, Ler! Velvette, Ler! Valentino (Romantic, polycules give me life), Zestial (Background/Implied Zestmilla).

Summary: Vox gets injured during a fight with other overlords; Vel and Val help treat his injuries.

Warnings: Fighting, Blood, injuries, scars, Valentino.

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Blood. Vox couldn’t tell from where it was pouring, his whole body felt like it was trying to rip itself apart, the distinctive sting in his abdomen clued him in though. The way his leg wobbled beneath him also wasn’t a good sign, he couldn’t keep himself supported for long, his knees hit the pavement. Fuck, why was there broken glass there’s?! Oh right, from his screen. It has been shattered, a large, ugly crack covering his right eye.

He might’ve convinced himself he was on a bad trip with the way his sight was glitching out, different shapes and colours all buzzing in his vision, much like the ones you’d see flashing on an error screen, worsening his throbbing headache. Weakly, a swarm of wires emerged from behind him, crackling with electricity. He lunged his arm forward, commanding them to ram into his assailant, who side stepped easily.

“Thou hath grown weaker since the disappearance of The Radio Demon.” Zestial commented, making his screen flash with a furious, cyan blue brilliance. Vox’s eyes shot open, well, his one good eye did, Zestial had created a sizeable crack over his over one.

“Tell me, art I noht worthy enough to be a challenge to thou?” Zestial asked, his lanky figure looming over Vox, seeming much bigger than it ever had before. Vox stares up at those soulless, toxic, feeling much like a fly caught in Zestial’s web.

“Jesus, y-you proved your point..” Vox managed to muster enough strength to speak, though it was muffled beneath all his static and glitching. Zestial tilted his head, leaning down to examine Vox, his suit torn with sweet, blue liquid pouring from his wounds, face destroyed and humiliated. Zestial smiled and returned to his full height.

“It appears that I have. I hope this serves as a reminder to thou of whom the real overlords of this realm are. Do not think about spitting poison in the direction of Carmilla again in my presence.” Zestial warned him, though Vox wasn’t listening. His audio receptors were too clogged with his own blood. It was only when Zestial began to walk away, leaving the shivering, pained man behind that he reached for his phone with upmost need, even if his movements were weak and limp, like a skeleton clinging to their own grave. A ringing filled the silence around him, answered almost immediately.

“Vox, where-fuck, what happened to you?! Where are you?!” Velvette bellowed on the other end, her stern look boiling away to concern. Vox squinted at her with his good eye and smiled, relaxing his muscles, not having any remaining strength in his body.

“Hey Vel,” his voice came out uncharacteristically weak and tiny, “you look beautiful.” He mumbled, Velvette’s worried, frantic cries for an explanation fading away as his world blinked into darkness.

When Vox came to, he felt like shit. Not as shitty as before, there were no burning pains in his body, just mostly sore. The world around him felt soft and a quick glance around revealed him to be back in his room, though it looked a little different. On his bedside drawer were various types of bandages, cotton balls and ointments, iodines, peroxides and such, along with some medicine and…was that a card? Vox squinted at it. “Get Well Soon,” apparently from his assistant Papermint. Well, that didn’t explain why he was here-

Oh right. The fight. Ugh, did Velvette really see him like that, all injured and gross and sappy? Vox sighed at the thought, before pulling up the covers slightly to take a look at his body. His thigh had been thoroughly bandaged up, so comfortable he hadn’t even noticed until now. His shoes and shirt were gone, revealing a good few scars littered across his torso, precise and thin. Zestial’s nails. That fucking eight legged was freak was going to get what was coming to him, Vox was sure of that at least. He didn’t have long to linger on the thought though, due to the sound of incoming footsteps heading for his room.

“God dam it Valentino, he’ll be fine, he just needs rest!” Velvette screeched.

“Bullshit, he’s been out for a whole day, our novio is strong, he would’ve pulled through by now.” There was a small part of Vox that was resentful that he had indeed woken up and that Val was about to be proven right. His door clicked upon, Valentino’s imposing figure stood next to Velvette’s short one. Valentino’s coat was gone, letting his wings breathe freely, wearing nothing but a comfortable dark tracksuit beneath. Velvette’s hair wasn’t styled at all, simply left to hang freely, a style that Vox found gorgeous. Valentino just smirked confidently at Vox though it was aimed at Velvette, who just stared flabbergasted, before breaking into a relieved smile.

“Really picked an inconvenient time to wake up, didn’t you?” Vel commented, a rare sound of softness in her tone as she approached Vox; Valentino in tow.

“You know me, Vel, I always show up in places I’m not wanted,” Vox smirks, trying to regain some of the confidence he had lost from that humiliating defeat. He could pretend for now. Valentino leaned down next to his bed side, stroking his hand at the top of Vox’s TV head. At this distance, Vox could see through the tint of his red-sunglasses, his eyes were full of clear relief and love.

“You had us worried, hermoso.” He said in a tone that made Vox shiver, not used to Valentino being so affectionate. “Christ, Vel was a mess when she came to me.”

Velvette huffed. “Well excuse me, Vox was talking like he had one foot in the grave already! Who even did that to you?!” Velvette asked, there was fury in her tone, but it wasn’t directed at Val or Vox. Vox really did think he was a goner there, huh? He cringed at the thought of getting all sentimental and mushy in front of Vel…ugh, at least it wasn’t Valentino. He wouldn’t let Vox live that down, though the way Velvette was being so worried about him almost made him prefer Valentino.

“That old spider prick Zestial, but it’s fine, really. I-I just couldn’t see and I thought I was..you know, a lot more worse for wear than I was, it’ll take a lot more than that to keep me down.” Vox bragged, though the other two weren’t all that interested in his ego right now. Valentino pulled out two golden pistols he’d kept on his body, because that’s a responsible thing to bring into a make-shift hospital room.

“So, we’re going to kill this guy, right?” Valentino asked, unable to stop a grin from forming on his face though he was dead serious. Vox interjected before Vel could passionately agree.

“No, no, you two are not about to go and worsen the mess I created. We could hit him where it hurts though, his reputation, I’m sure some of my cameras caught what went down, we could easily spin this and frame him as-.” Vox put a hand to his chin as he rambled though Velvette waved her hands dismissively.

“No, no, no, you are not working right now, your hurt and your not doing anything until your better!” Velvette stated, crossing her arms over her chest, practically daring Vox to argue with her. He still get like absolute Hell, that fight has taken a physical, and unexpected emotional toll on him. He couldn’t let his image continue to slip though, he’d already looked like an idiotic sap to Velvette and a useless, banged up meat sack to Valentino. Now what was he, some helpless baby?

“Yes, I am-ow!” Vox tried to pull himself up, though the second he began to get up, it was like his torso was trying to split open.

“Careful, querido, we haven’t finished with the cuts on your torso. At least let us handle them.” Valentino asked, squeezing Vox’s hand in his own. Vox’s face heated up at the feeling and he leaned back into the bed.

“Thank you,” Velvette added in an exaggerated tone, before comfortably pulling back the covers to leave Vox’s torso on show. She grabbed some of the cotton balls on Vox’s desk and doused it in the antiseptics she had accumulated there. “This is gonna sting a little.” She warned him.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Oh, please I’m not a kid-oh fuck!” He screeched as Velvette dabbed and pressed the cotton ball against the scrapes on his torso, one by one. He squeezed onto Val’s hand tighter instinctively and hears the man chuckle; Vox blushed even more. Velvette winced and worked as fast as she could, thoroughly disinfecting all his cuts. Vox took in a deep breath, trying to regain any semblance of composure as he swatted away Val’s hand.

“You two really didn’t have to do all this, for me,” Vox added quietly at the end, Val put a hand on his hip.

“That’s a weird way of saying thank you, Voxy.” He teased, though Velvette made sure to lightly smack his arm, having finished treating Vox.

“Shut up, Val! And yes, Vox, we did, did you want to wake up half blind with a useless leg? I didn’t think so.” She seemed to shudder slightly as she described it. He hated that she saw him like that already but that just made a little bit of guilt crawl up to his throat like bile.

“I just…never wanted either of you to see me in that state, I-I apologise, it won’t happen again.” Vox’s voice shifted to the tone he’d use when discussing business deals, formal and matter of fact, dropping with false confidence. That seemed to set off alarm bells in his partner’s head. Velvette considered for a moment what to say, but Valentino beat him to it.

“Voxy, darling, baby,” he leaned in, placing his hands on Vox’s shoulders, “do you know how stupid you sound right now?”

Vox’s eyes narrowed with insecurity, Velvette looked about ready to rip off Val’s wings before he continued.

“Do you know how many times you’ve seen me ripping apart this whole tower because of some shit Angel did? Or how Velvette was a blubbering mess when she first came to Hell? None of us three are perfect, we’re in Hell, so stop lying to all three of us.” Vox’s eyes seemed to soften as he looked away, actually taking in something Valentino said. Velvette seemed shock that Valentino said something actually useful.

“You know you have to be wrong if I’m agreeing with dick for brains here. Vox, we’re not gonna view you differently for this, your still our leader. This place couldn’t function without you, we still value you.” Velvette sat down on Vox’s bed next to him, who was feeling warmly trapped between the two.

“Well…that is certainly got to know, just make sure that the details of all this stays between us? You didn’t tell anyone else, right?” Vox asked, to which Velvette shook her head.

“Only your assistant.” She explained, Vox seemed to relieve, able to relax once again.

“Good, good…thank you for doing all of this for me, truly.” Vox managed a smile for his partners, Velvette politely returned one. Valentino remained smug as always but kept his hands on Vox’s body, playfully dragging his fingers down his arm.

“Very good, I like it!” Val praised him in a sickly sweet tone, which just made Velvette roll her arms. Vox on the other hand was much more preoccupied with the way his hand was travelling down his arm, with his index finger gently dragging against Vox’s chest and then just his side. Vox eyed Valentino’s hand, biting at his lip though he was much too weak to hold back his laughter right now, softy cracking up and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Gohohod, Val, stop thahahat!” He ordered, swerving his body away from the man slightly, but Val’s fingers caught up with him, a wide grin on the man’s face as he realised what he was doing.

“Oh, don’t be such a princesa, Voxy, it’s just tickling, it’s not like I’m doing anything…sinister.” That last word came out in a dark whisper, Vox felt his face sparkle with electricity, unable to meet Valentino’s smug gaze. He tried to curl up on himself but one of Valentino’s pair of arms took a hold of his wrists, forcing them above his head.

“Vahahahl, the tickling is the prohohoblem!” Vox whined, his laughter coming out slightly crackly and hoarse, doing his best to contain his snickers. Velvette starting to scribble her nails along his abs didn’t help with that.

“VEHEHEHEL!!” Vox shrieked, tensing his legs; Velvette simply smirked up at him, squeezing at the solid skin.

“What? You gave me a proper scare, you dolt, consider this my revenge!” She declared, skittering those wonderfully manicured nails of hers over his torso, her touches a lot more precise and decorate than Val’s large hands.

“Fuhuhuhuck, why yohoHOHOHu thehehen?!” Vox spat out at Valentino, who just shrugged, his crimson teeth shining with glee.

“I just like doing this, you look adorable, Voxy~!” He teased, pinching the side of his screen, before sharply withdrawing his hand at the feeling of a sharp shock bubbling at his fingertips.

“CAHAHN YOHOHU BOHOHTH QUIHIHIT IT?!” Vox whined in a flustered tone, wishing he could just disappear, or hide under the covers. His partner’s fingers were not compliant with that wish however, Velvette continued skittering her nails all about his torso whilst Valentino squeezed up and down his ribs, leaving Vox’s midriff in sensory hell. Velvette looked a little apprehensive as she noticed how hard Vox was squirming about, he looked about ready to blow a fuse in his head with how hard he was blushing. It was cute, obviously, but she couldn’t help but come concerned for Voxy, pulling away her hands and ushering for Val to do the same by slapping his wrist. Surprisingly, he complied.

“You got off lucky this time, mi amor, but you owe me~!” Valentino made sure to remind him, but Vox wasn’t listening. He smiled appreciatively at Velvette as he laid down, trying to recover.

“You two..you two are assholes..” he spoke with a small grin before figuring to add, “thanks though but, I can handle myself from here and you both can’t afford to stay here watching me all day.” Velvette huffed, knowing he was right. Valentino looked down at him, something close to love in his eyes.

“As long as you say so, Voxy. Come on, Doll, I have a shoot to film.” He stated to which she just rolled her eyes in disinterest and turned her face towards Vox.

“Stay safe, baby,” Velvette murmured, kissing him on his cheek gently, before she stood up. Vox’s eyes had a little twinkle as he looked up at Velvette.

“I will, I promise.”

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #sfw tickle #tickletober #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024 #hazbin hotel tickle #lee vox #ler valentino #ler velvette

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prairleedog · 5 months ago

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Wolverine ticklecannons!!!

This silly fucker has my heart omg <3

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Lee:

— THE LAUGH. He has the sweetest little laugh like omg if you get a spot like his ribs or sum he will just absolutely go spiralling off into snorts like it.s so cute guys

— takes a lot to actually get him to allow it, you have to be friends / closely acquainted but once he's comfortable enough to actually open up, he doesn't really fight it or anything

— melts into neck + shoulder tkls + sometimes he'll growl through little giggles and it's just. aAJBAKDJSJHDHD

— has a really pretty smile. Like in the gif above like it's js so cute especially when he's laughing <33 + has canines that poke out a little when he smiles which is an added bonus

— swears like an absolute sailor while being tickled on certain spots (i.e: biceps, ribs, really anything upper body wise). He will act like a bitch but honestly he likes it cause it helps him destress

— some of his worst spots are def upper body related esp. around his stomach but he has ticklish knees :3

🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟—🌟

Ler:

— THIS MAN. He may be a cute lee but he is an absolutely unforgiving ler

— uses facial hair when blowing raspberries n stuff because it makes the whole thing tickle more

— if you piss him off enough, he'll bring out the claws and lemme tell you they are SO BAD

— an absolute asshole about everything. “ can you grasp the concept of silence? I'm trying to do something. ” while he's absolutely wrecking your shit

( STEALING MY POOKIE @just-a-fluffy-knight 'S HEADCANNON HERE)

— if he's feeling surprisingly playful he'll drop down and chase after you on all fours (which also happens to be incredibly scary)

— THE HOOD OMG when he pulls the hood down you are FUCKED. like absolutely royally fucked. You better dig your grave because he will tickle the absolute snot out of you

— surprisingly good at gentle tickles / cheer-up tickles :3

I'LL BE BACK W ONES FOR WADE SOON <333 BYE FOLKS :D

#AAAAAAHH I MADE THEM #they're kinda trash but that's okay #I like them right now #Ler!wolverine #lee!wolverine #he's so silly i love him

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otomiyaa · 3 months ago

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Lyney for the send a character thing👁️👁️?

Lee & Ler Headcanons - requests closed!

Lee:

Even though he can be all cute and ticklish, lee Lyney is a little menace and his ler should be careful to not fall for his tricks.

Has a secret switch on him depending on how much he's tickled in what spot, and it either turns him into the cutest "no! please!" helpless puppy OR biggest brat™ who will provoke his ler even more.

It's always funny and surprising for the ler to see Lyney suddenly switch from pleading in the cutest way to simply digging his own ticklish grave by showing a naughty attitude. It's his talent as an actor, he can be the kind of lee he wants to be.

Sometimes he'll beg for mercy in the most convincing way when he's not nearly exhausted yet.

It takes his ler a lot of work to get the 'real' Lyney out - laughing so helplessly that he can't even think of putting up an act anymore. A lot of work, but it definitely isn't impossible!

Ler:

Likes surprises. He'll trick the lee into thinking he'll tickle them in one spot, and then tickles them somewhere else. He's very unpredictable!

There are times where he makes a little show out of it. That's our charming performer! He'll tease the lee and say things like "aww will you give the audience more of those cute giggles?" and "did you guys hear that? Let's hear it again!" even when there's no audience at all except Lyney himself.

He enjoys interaction so he will make the lee choose between spots and methods - sometimes agreeing to it, and sometimes using those tricks and surprises again and going for the option the lee didn't choose. Like I said, unpredictable.

Compliments the lee's laughter and expressions a lot. He really observes their reactions closely and likes to comment on it.

In the same way as when he's a lee, he can switch roles in a split second, transforming from the sweet gentle ler into the ruthless, stoic ler, depending on his mood and the situation!

#genshin impact #lyney #tickling #tickle headcanons

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sweetnessbabylv · 1 year ago

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𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙧 !! (Técnica que me fez conseguir depois de 2 anos tentando) thread para o edtumblr 🌷

Miar era um complexo pra mim, eu simplesmente morria de inveja de quem conseguia, conheci uma amg no ed e ela me ajudou muito mas mesmo assim eu não consegui, pesquisei muito, e até no ⏰eu fui parar.

Primeiro, ajoelha no vaso, beba bastante água antes, caso queira beba água com sal morna que vai ajudar também, faça movimentos de tesourinha e círculos com os dedos (dois) eu uso o indicador e o do meio, foque na região das amígdalas.

O segredo é não parar, vocês não conseguem pq tiram o dedo antes, só tira o dedo quando sair alguma coisa, pode demorar um pouco mas vc vai pegar o jeito, fique sempre girando e fazendo movimentos, vai vir ânsia e desconforto mas quer dizer que vai dar certo.

Vai sair e vc vai continuar com o dedo lá, só tira quando sair tudo, ai vc se limpa, nos primeiros vai sair mais água, repete até sair tudo, agora na questão do BARULHO é simples.

Para não fazer barulho miando, deixe um espaço em cima pra respirar, n põem a mão tapando a boca toda não, se não vai estufar e “explodir”.

Com esse espaço vc n vai fazer barulho, talvez uma tosse mas acho que ngm ligaria tanto pra tosse né? Sempre mie com música quando vc não estiver sozinha, é primeiro tenta sozinha, quando conseguir, mia com algumas pessoas em casa e quando vc pegar o jeito pode se aventurar.

Após miar sempre sempre beba água, muita água, sim é normal sair uma gotinha de sangue pq vc forçou muito ou as unhas machucaram a garganta, a barriga ficar extremamente inchada também é normal, vai desinchar.

‼️Alerta para n apodrecer tanto os dentes, normalmente mias tem os dentes corroídos e sim o seu dentista vai saber q vc mia, só escova o dente uma hora dps de miar pra n corroer ainda mais.‼️

⁉️Pq miar destrói os dentes? A comida ja entrou em contato com suco gástrico e isso é uma ácido, quando vc vomita esse ácido vai nos dentes e quando vc escova de imediato vc vai estar abrasando em cima do ácido.⁉️

🚨Miar se torna viciante e vai ter consequências graves e permanentes no seu corpo, cuidado e pesquise sobre antes de começar pq quando vc consegue vc n quer mais parar. (Posso trazer a thread sobre as consequências)

Obrigada por ler, se quiserem podem dar ideias de thread que vcs querem ver por aqui, beijos da ana pra vcs meus amores do ed💗💗💗

Qualquer dúvida sobre t.a, miar, nf e outras coisas podem mandar aqui💗

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cherry-bomb-blush · 1 year ago

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You mentioned Graves a few days ago and hhhhh He'd be such a teasy little shit while interrogating someone with a shit eating grin on his face,,, "Tell me what I want to know and I'll go easy on ya" and that he will but in the most insufferable way where he takes advantage of someone being weak to gentle tkls 😖 The worst part is that his Shadows would most definitely want in on the fun as well if he lets them and it would be awful! Though, he'd probably have fun with it and tease his lee into oblivion, bonus points if they do get flustered easily because they'll never hear the end of it and mmmmm I hate Graves with a burning passion but he'd be something else as a ler,,, Sorry for ranting in your inbox, I'm just glad someone else has finally seen the potential he has!!

First of all, I'm so sorry this took me several days to respond to ��😭 I've been so caught up in work I've barely had time for myself 💀💀 Like I've been slowly chipping away at this ask, adding stuff little by little 😭🤚

And second, NEVER apologize for ranting in my inbox!! This shit gives me LIFE and I'll eat it up EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

I also used to hate his guts but then out of nowhere he started growing on me for some reason??? And now I'm OBSESSED.

I think he loves leaning over his lee to try and intimidate them with, as you said, a shit eating grin (especially if they're shorter than him or sitting down)

Intimidation + Anticipation feels like his cup of tea to me.

Also? Him saying he'll go easy on you, but in reality, he's just gonna wreck your shit anyway, just with gentle tks is EVIL and SO him I think.

But I also think he loves using rougher tks on the more stubborn lees. Like he actively looks forward to it. Probably gets a big stupid grin on his face when it clicks in his head.

Ohgghg my mind turns into putty over him I'm afraid

I'm not sure what else to put lmao 😭🤚 just that he's mean and a teasy little shit that needs to be taken out fr

#ler!graves #cod tickle #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #again I'm sorry this took so long 😭🤚#and for what

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 6 months ago

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𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.4k

𝙖/𝙣: they’re so cute ☹️💔 also i feel like hannah would be the most torturous ler ever with her small nails sdoijfwufh

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, tickle fight, based off of games

𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz and hannah

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

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

Ding dong.

Seven boys looked up from the couch where they were scrolling on their phones, some on the ground and some laying on each other.

“I’ll answer it.” Chan grunted, gently handing an asleep Hannie’s head to Minho, who was seated beside him.

An elated look flashed on Channie’s face the moment he opened the door.

“Channie? Who is it?” Minho yelled from his spot on the couch.

“HANNAH!!” Chan shrieked, latching onto his sister immediately.

“Hannah?” Minho appeared next to the leader, smiling fondly at the moment taking place right next to him.

“HANNAH?!” Six other voices yelled from the couch, and the three at the door could faintly hear the sound of footsteps racing to the door in padded socks.

Hannah giggled for a moment at her brother’s inevitable gushiness, squealing when she was suddenly on the floor, crushed by the weight of seven men at the same time.

“Get off, get off! I can’t breathe!” She gasped dramatically, shoving at her brother’s head and carefully patting Hannie’s at the same time.

Minho stood above the pile and laughed his sweet, honey-like laugh, helping Hannah up once the others got off of her and pulling her into his own embrace, rocking her side to side as he hummed.

After a while, he let go of her, and Hannah set down her bags.

“Um…yeah. I’m so happy to see you.” Chan laughed awkwardly, covering his face as he sniffled.

“Ugh, always so emotional, bro.” Hannah rolled her eyes, smiling anyway and pulling him into yet another hug.

Jeongin and Jisung both grabbed her bags to take to the guest room, while Minho started up the stove to cook lunch.

After lunch, all the boys were itching to spend time with Hannah, especially Chan.

“How about we play some board games?” He slapped his own thighs and stood to grab some from the cabinet, while everyone arranged in a circle around him.

Hannah smiled fondly as she listened to her brother humming ‘perfect blues’ while reaching for a multitude of different boxes.

“Here we go!” Chan placed at least ten boxes on the floor in front of them.

“That’s so many games! Will we even get to finish them?” Jisung doubled over in giggles.

“I mean, we could if we tried.” Hyune interrupted.

“Let’s play…Jenga?” Hannah asked in her thick Australian accent.

Eight men choked at the same time, and Hannah stared at them suspiciously. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” Minho responded, failing to notice how red his ears had become.

“Hmm…we should set a punishment for whoever loses.” Hannah smiled. Everyone exchanged glances of nervousness. “We’ll just decide later.”

A few rounds into the game, the stakes were high, everyone was in full concentration.

Chan nervously watched Minho pull out a block, worry painted on his features as he pulled one out next.

Jisung slowly pulled, but realized he made a grave mistake the second the tower tilted. It was like time had slowed down, and the blocks fell, scattering everywhere.

Hannie blinked twice, and the room fell silent.

“Get him!”

There was a scramble, poor Hannie screeching for mercy as he was grabbed and pinned to the floor.

“Wanna know what we do as a punishment ‘round here, Hannah?” Minho grinned, and Jisung was begging, squealing as every limb was pulled out and away from his body, exposing his vulnerable torso and thighs, which Minho happily took a seat on.

“What’s that?” Hannah responded, watching with amusement as Jisung pleadingly looked at her with his round boba eyes wide open, pupils dilated.

“This.”

Hands descended all over poor Hannie’s body, scribbling and pinching at his waist, armpits, sides, tummy…anywhere the boys’ fingers could reach, really.

Jisung screamed, arching his back as helpless laughter began to pour from his lips, cheeks flushing an embarrassed pink.

“Awhh, he’s so ticklish!” Hannah giggled, watching Jisung squeal and throw his body to the left when a hand massaged into his ribs on the right.

“Trust me, they’re all ticklish.” Minho motioned to the whole group.

“YOUHU TOOO!!” Jisung screeched with laughter, squeezing his eyes shut with a huge smile. He let out a helpless plea when Hannah began to squeeze at his left side from her spot behind him.

“STAAAHAHAHAA—!!” Poor Jisung pleaded, the sensations were especially horrible as her nails massaged into his very slightly pudgy skin.

“Yah, Hannah. Use your nails on him; drives him crazy.” Changbin suggested from his spot holding the quokka’s arms hostage.

“Well, if he’s okay with it.” Hannah looked down at Jisung for confirmation, smiling as the boy squeezed his eyes shut with a nod.

Minho held down Jisung’s hips while Hannah straddled him, untucking his shirt and slipping her cold hands up to his tummy, pressing gently to warn him, pulling a loud squeal from the boy beneath her. “I barely even did anything!” She protested.

“Ihit stihill tickled!!” Hannie admitted with a smile. Hannah shook her head before she started, suddenly tickling the expanse of his tummy with one hand while her other hand found the skin of his side and squeezed.

More and more hands joined on his sides and armpits, and Jisung was howling, bucking his hips and arching his back the highest he could before slamming it back down, shaking his head before slamming it down onto Changbin’s thigh in desperation.

“AGHAAAHAHAHAAH YOUR NAILS YOUR NAHAILS OHO MY GAHHAAHAHAA—!!” Jisung babbled incoherently, loud laughter and strangled squeals escaping his throat as he struggled.

“Aweee…Channie remember when we got him with Binnie that one time in the studio a long time ago? He’s still the same, ticklish Sung he was.” Hannah smiled fondly, memories flashing in her eyes.

Poor Hannie turned so red. He really couldn’t handle the teasing.

“Take it, Hannie, this is your punishment.” Minho laughed, causing Jisung to laugh even harder.

Hannah let up after his laughter went silent, smoothing down his shirt gently and wiping away the small tears resting on the boy’s shirt.

“Youhu guys are bruhatal…” Jisung panted, letting out a small whine when Hannah brushed a tear off of his neck.

“Not our fault you’re so ticklish.” Seungmin scoffed.

“Well, now that we’ve finished that game, let’s try something else.” Chan set the Jenga blocks aside to pull another box from below the pile.

“How about Uno?” He smiled seemingly innocently at Felix, who stuck his tongue out at him.

“Sure.” Hannah shrugged, dealing the cards and setting a starting card.

The game mostly continued in an orderly fashion, a few uno’s here and there along with the maknaes’ cheer for victory as the two won.

Soon enough, it was all down to Jisung and Felix, and Jisung sure as hell was not planning on losing again.

“Don’t even—” Felix gasped as a +4 card landed on the pile between the two, the older chirping out a little “Uno!” in between.

He had lost.

Jisung cheered, the other members laughing at the pure shock on Lix’s face.

“Wait wahait—!!” Felix squealed when he was pulled down, trapped in the same way Jisung had been.

Hannah once again took her place on his thighs, making sure to check if the boy was comfortable.

“Please…please no.” He begged breathlessly, gasping when he felt a hand snake up his thigh to his hip. “Please…Jinnie.” He pleaded, the dancer only ramping up his anticipation.

“Sorry, Bbokki.” Was all that came from Hyunjin before Felix felt fingers. Everywhere.

Some scribbled over his underarms mercilessly, while the others mainly attacked his sides, knowing it was a weak spot on him.

“NAAAHAHAHAHA!!” Felix descended into screechy, incoherent laughter.

Hannah only laughed, forcing Felix’s cheeks to turn a flustered shade of red. “You’re just as ticklish as Ji, aren’t you?”

Felix squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head and laughed loudly, anything to drown Hannah’s voice out.

More and more hands than he could handle began to run up his sides and down his thighs.

Felix’s eyes snapped open in horror as he could feel an embarrassing amount of laughter bubble up in his throat.

“P-Pleahease…nonoNO FUHUHUHUHUCK!!” He screamed, twisting side to side as more laughter choked up inside him.

Hannah spidering his tummy with her nails certainly wasn’t helping matters, the almond shape of them adorned with smooth polish that glided over his skin made him feel like he would ascend any second.

“PLEHEHEHEASE AGHAAHAHAAHAA I CAHAHAN’T I CAN’T TAHAHA—PLEASE NOHO!!—” Lixie’s sentences dissolved into incoherence when Hannah mischievously dipped her index finger into his belly button, swirling around with her nail in a torturous way that had him throwing his head back onto Changbin’s lap and screaming out pleas for mercy.

“sTAAHAHAAHAHAPP!!” He shrieked, loud laughter following. “OKAHAY OKAY EHEHENOUGHH!!”

Hands let up for the second time that day, gently rubbing over the spots they had tickled and soothing the poor boy beneath them.

“You ahall suhuck.” Felix choked, panting for the oxygen that had left his lungs, rubbing his hands over his sides to ease the tingly feeling.

“Let’s play Phase 10!!” Changbin cheered. “Really? Another card game?” Seungmin scoffed, earning a “Yah!” from the dwaekki.

“But I suck at Phase 10!!” Chan protested. “Guess you’re losing, then.” Felix laughed. He was hungry for revenge after his previous wrecking.

The game continued, Chan obviously losing; he wouldn’t stop whining about it. “This is so unfair, I’m gonna lose!”

And he lost. Of course he did.

Chan let go and just gave in while Changbin grabbed his arms with a grin. “This is gonna be so bad!”

“Get ready, bro.” Hannah cackled maniacally, throwing Chan’s shirt up with a flourish.

“Please go easy!” Channie pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut when he saw his sister’s nails wiggling over his belly.

“No way! This is too good of an opportunity.” Minho replied ecstatically, placing his hands on the leader’s left ribcage, Jisung following on the right.

“Oh god…” Channie whimpered, feeling two hands on each of his armpits and thighs.

“Three...” Hannah counted, “Twooo…Oneeee….Go!”

Chan screamed as hands kneaded all over his body, thrashing crazily as nails spidered over his tummy.

“Hyung, we’re being gentle!” Minho laughed, softly kneading the skin beneath his fingertips.

“How about let’s not?” Changbin asked, everyone nodding even though they could clearly hear the eldest’s protests and pleas.

The hands only squeezed faster, Hannah smiling fondly down at her brother as his cheeks puffed in a wide smile, dimple showing as he let out more gaspy laughter.

“YAHAAHHAH!! IHIM YOUHOUR HYUNG!!” He shrieked.

“Awhhh, you’re just as ticklish as when we were younger.” Hannah smiled, Chan’s face burning red at the memories of her tickling him silly as a child.

“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed over her voice.

“But, I remember you loooved being tickled, isn’t that right?” She grinned maniacally down at her tomato of a brother.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASEE!!”

“Now if I remember correctly, your worst spot was…” She pondered for a moment before evilly placing her hands onto his sides, causing his tummy to twitch.

“Awh, your body’s being honest, how cute.” She teased, motioning to Changbin to tighten his grip on her older brother’s wrists, ensuring no escape for his outstretched torso.

“Hannah…please please please don’t!” Chan pleaded. “Nohoho—AHAHA SHIHIHIHIT!!” He gave up immediately, surrendering to his own laughter and pleas for mercy.

“HAHAHAHANNAHH!!” Poor Channie wailed, her fingers spidering up and down the bare skin, pinching gently and scribbling.

“PLEASE PLEHEHEHEASE AHAHAAHAHA!!”

“Fine fine, you’re still the ticklish baby you were.” Hannah laughed, Changbin following by releasing his arms.

“Awhh, Chan hyung the ticklish baby.” Minho mocked in a cute tone, regretting it immediately with a shriek as Chan pounced onto him.

“Fuck the games, I’ll just wreck you right here in front of everyone.” Chan sneered, settling on Min’s hips but struggling immensely as the younger thrashed around crazily.

“I’ll help.” Changbin approached the wrestling boys, earning loud screams from the middle.

“Oh, Minho’s ticklish?” Hannah asked. “NO I’M NOT—CHAAAN!!” Minho squealed as a finger plunged into his belly button, wiggling around ticklishly and causing the dancer to screech.

“NO! CHAN NONONO LET ME GO!!” Minho choked, face burning bright red as he struggled to hold his laughter in.

“Watch this.” Chan ducked his head next to Minho’s belly. Poor Min screamed and used his hands to shove at Chan’s face while his legs kicked out at Changbin.

The rapper swiftly grabbed his foot and threw his shoe off, scribbling five fingers up Minho’s small sole.

The dancer crumbled into laughter, giggles pouring out of him as he weakened considerably, allowing Changbin to snatch his arms while Chan tickled along his belly.

“Nohoho thihis is soho uhunfair!!” Minho slumped, giving up completely. Everyone gathered around him and placed their hands somewhere along his body.

“Nohoho…” Minho gasped, shuddering as the hands on his sides snuck up his shirt and rested on his bare skin.

Hannah set his head on her lap and held her nails above his neck, establishing the fact that it was a deadly weapon.

“Three…Two…One!!” Chan yelled, ducking his head down to blow a loud, wet raspberry onto the dancer’s v-line.

Minho dissolved into messy cackles, his cute laughter bouncing off of the room as he giggled at the feeling of smooth nails gliding down his neck, along with fingers wiggling up and down his whole body in that torturously gentle way the others had learned drived him crazy.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP UGHHH I CAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHEEE!!” Minho laughed, squeezing his eyes shut and twisting sharply as a finger latched onto a sensitive spot on his upper rib, scratching gently and almost sending the dancer into a frenzy.

“Break time!” Jisung cried, letting up with a flourish as Minho crashed onto the floor in exhaustion.

“aghaaa…thahat was so bahad…” Minho gasped, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Hyunjinnie~” Hannah teased. She felt…weird somehow? As if tickling the others was the only thing able to satiate that burning hunger in her stomach.

Hyunjin gasped. “No…no. Hannah DON’T!!” He squealed when she pinned him down with her hands, going wild on his sides and watching him howl immediately, squirming away from her tickling fingers fruitlessly.

“NOOHOHO STOHOHOP IHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!” Hyunjin pleaded, screaming in betrayal as Changbin pinned his arms up yet again, leaving his torso free for seven pairs of tickling fingers to attack.

“STAHAHAHAHHAHHAAA!!” Hyunjin broke, squealing incoherently and squeaking out pleas for mercy.

“Aweee~” Hannah cooed, making Hyunjin flush a bright red in response.

“YOUHUHU CAHAHAHANT DOHO THIS TO MEHEHEHEE!!” Hyunjin screeched, suddenly letting out a scream when Hannah stuck a finger into his belly button.

“AAAAHHH STOHOHOHOP!!”

Hannah in fact…didn’t stop. Hands only sped up against him, reducing poor Hyune to an absolute mess, incoherent pleas pouring from him and legs kicking out desperately behind him.

“AHHAA— stohohohohop PLEHEHEHEHAHAGAHHA!!” He babbled, finally giving in, throwing his head back and laughing and laughing.

“Okay, everyone I think he’s done.” Hannah squinted, letting up with her nails as everyone detached their fingers from his sensitive torso.

Hyune whined, soothing hands rubbing all over his sides and tummy to calm him down.

“Binnie next!!” Felix shouted, pouncing onto the surprised rapper, who shouted as Hyunjin immediately regained his breath and ran to help Felix.

Entwining his long fingers with Binnie’s small ones, Chan was immediately able to yank his arms up halfway, but struggled to pin them properly.

“Yah!! Innie, help.” Chan grunted, the maknae scrambling over to assist his hyung.

Soon enough, Changbin was pinned down appropriately, groaning when his shirt was pulled from its neat tuck.

“Please go easy!” He gasped when a finger stroked up his belly.

“Awhh, how cute. Look, he’s already turning red.” Chan cooed, pointing at the blush sneaking up poor Changbin’s face.

“Shut up….” Binnie mumbled in embarrassment.

“Awe, he wants us to shut up. So how about we just…don’t?” Felix shrugged.

Hannah laughed hard as Changbin screamed, hands descending along every spot on his body and wiggling along his squishy skin.

“STOHOHOHOHOP, YOU BRAHAHAHATS!!” He shrieked when Jeongin and Seungmin took turns tickling their fingers up one thigh at a time.

“You’re so strong normally, Bun. Look how you’re so weak and blushy just ‘cause of a little tickling~” Minho teased, watching as right on time like clockwork, Changbin’s face turned a familiar shade of pink.

“Look, so strong, but blushing so hard just because of a few teases.” Chan sighed with a smile, earning a high pitched, flustered, squeal from the boy beneath him.

“AHAA—FELIX NOHOHO!!” Changbin pleaded when Felix pulled his shirt up slightly. Hannah ran over to place his head in her lap.

“Nah. I wanna.” Felix grinned, leaning his head down slowly to listen to Binnie’s embarrassed begging, before latching righhht onto the lower part of his tummy.

Hannah made sure Chan and Minho had their grip on Changbin’s arms before she went crazy with her nails all over his armpits.

Binnie let out an glass shattering scream, thrashing around harder than he ever had before stilling completely and letting out a plethora of joyful laughter, mainly cute cackles.

“P-PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAAHAAA—” And then his laughter was silent. Dead silent.

Felix let up after that one raspberry, knowing that if he continued, he’d probably kill the rapper underneath him.

“It was one raspberry, Bunny!” Minho laughed in disbelief at the way Changbin slumped bonelessly the second they had let go of his limbs.

“Jeongin, Jeongin!!” Seungmin cheered, pulling him down and pinning him properly.

“Wait wait wait—NO!!” Jeongin kicked out at the pairs of arms coming to pin him down.

He finally succumbed, allowing Hannah to place his head on her lap, as normal.

“Plehease…go easy.” Jeongin pleaded gently.

“Okay, then neck tickles for two minutes.” Chan proposed.

“No way! That’s longer than everyone else!!” Jeongin protested.

“Yeah, but soft tickles.”

“Fine.” Jeongin sighed, waiting for Hannah’s nails to finally come down onto his oh-so-sensitive neck.

He whimpered as a nail traced down the area, squeaking when he felt another hand suddenly trail down his tummy. “Yohohu sahaid—!!”

“Shhh…” Hannah shoothed him, feeling the way his body jolted as more hands began trailing down his body.

“Ahahahagah I cahahahant tahahake thihihis!! Ihihits tohohohorture!!” Jeongin giggled, twisting aggressively away from the tickly tracing.

“Juhuhuhust go rohohough alreheady!”

“Fine.”

Hands scribbled down every single tickle spot, Hannah’s nails included on his neck.

Being the ticklish maknae he was, Jeongin crumbled instantly. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOT THE NAHAHAHAILS!!”

“Too bad.”

Jeongin squealed once and then his laughter was gone. Normally, he’d last longer, but with eighty fingers? Done.

“Okahay…” The others let up, consoling the poor boy as he gasped for air.

“Hmhmhm~” Seungmin stood up and began to walk out of the room, trying to seem casual by humming a tune.

“Seungmin?~” He heard Hannah’s voice.

Shit.

“Get him!” Seungmin tried to run, but was immediately taken down by the eight pairs of arms wrapped around him, Changbin slightly weaker because of his previous wrecking.

“Please! You don’t have to—AAAAHH!!” Seungmin didn’t even get a chance to explain. All the members had increasing lee moods from the amount of wreckings that had already happened, and were now taking it out on him.

“please…NOOHOHOHOHO!!” He dissolved into loud laughter the moment he felt eighty fingers wiggling over his sensitive spots.

Hannah seated herself on his thighs. “Oh, Minnie? Ya know, when me and your sis were on call together, she let slip a smalll weak spot of yours~”

Seungmin’s eyes widened in horror.

“How about righttt…here?” She dipped her index finger right into his belly button.

“AAAAHHHH!!” Everybody flinched.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT IN THERE—AGH!!” Hannah squished along the small button, scraping her nail along the side and listening to Seungmin’s hysterical squeals.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Seungmin laugh this hard.” Chan noticed. Jeongin laughed. “Yeah, I think nails are his weakness.”

“STOHAAHAAHAAA!!” Seungmin pleaded weakly, laughter already cutting out into silence.

“Okay, he looks like he’s gonna faint.” Hannah pulled her finger out, making sure not to accidentally poke the button on the way.

Exhausted, everyone sat down, Jeongin gently calming a giggly Seungmin.

“We didn’t even get to play the board games.” Chan gestured to them defeatedly.

“But, because of them, now I know how much you guys love tickling.” Hannah shrugged, prompting loud, embarrassed noises from each member.

“Please. I saw how happy y’all were to tickle each other, and I’m not blind.” She smiled loftily.

“Well, you liked it too!” And she was blushing.

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hearted-anon · 8 months ago

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Pillow fights!

Words: 1287 Note: For @seungsluvv T/w: None, it's raining cats and dogs ain't it? Lee(s): Know, Seungmin Ler(s): Minho, Seungmin

"Come here, Kim Seungmin!" Minho screeched as they both ran around in endless circles in the bedroom, akin to animals chasing their tail. Lee Know gripped the fluffy pillow tight in his hands, darting after the bolting puppy that had his own pillow too. To Chan's sleepy thinking, courtesy of his overworking behaviour that got his fair share of punishment, he decided to put Seungmin and Minho in the same room, which turned into a massive pillow fight.

"Get away from me hyung!" Came the reply of the running vocalist, who threw basically everything that was soft, wouldn't hurt anyone but would definitely disrupt his balance of chasing him down. Gasps and grunts came from Lino as he struggled with the amount of pillows thrown at him, although most were dodged from his fast reflexes that were thought to be inhumane.

"I'm going to catch you- ARGH!" The cat let out a cry when he was toppled onto the pile of pillows he finally got past, just to be knocked down back into them. Seungmin tackled him as hard as he could, using his fluffy shield to protect them both from the pain of their strength. Straddling his waist, Seungmin lifted the pillow above his head, as if wielding a silver sword in his hands, ready to emerge victorious in this battle with rose red blood staining his weapon, a confident smile on his face.

“Get ready to say goodbye, hyun- GAHAHAHA!” The younger’s once prideful words were cut short as fingers shot to his hips in an instant, kneading the hollows aggressively as the older panted heavily. Seungmin let up with a deafening squeal, his arms crashing down with his pillow that bounced off the floor reluctantly, tugging at the cat’s fingers. He howled in laughter as Minho regained his strength, eyes darkening with vengeance that screamed revenge.

“You thought I’d lose? Lee Minho, losing?” Lee Know scoffed, his voice heavy in sass as his hands worked happily to defeat his mini self. If anything, their only weakness was knowing each other inside out, including how to bring them down from their high horse. The younger nodded rather aggressively, swallowing down another breath in an attempt to regain his strength to no avail. That was a terrible mistake on the puppy’s behalf, another howl emitted as a finger thrusted into his navel, slipping sneakily under his shirt to wiggle and scratch all over in the soft skin.

“NOHOHO! WOHOHORST SPOHOTS ARE CHEHEHEATING! YOHOHOU CHEHEATER!” Seungmin shook his head rapidly at the sensations that quickly took over his lower tummy, digging his heels into the soft pillows that provided no ground to relieve all the shocking sensations. Lino simply chuckled slowly, smiling mischievously as none of the sensations that the younger wanted to stop, stopped. He pondered if this was revenge for forcing Lee Know to admit dogs were better than cats previously, having been quite the ‘cheater’ last time, now revenge being served to him quite coldly. The puppy panicked internally through his hysterics, he had to act fast, not wanting to surrender to Minho in the slightest, he would dig his grave which he was currently doing before that happened.

“Cheating? You call your hyung a cheater?!” Lino finally sounded in feigned anger, narrowing his eyes into slits which paused Seungmin’s thinking. Within a split second, a ring in Minho’s ears vibrated from the sheer scream that the younger one let out when a raspberry was placed below his belly button, his finger still occupying that space. The puppy kicked out through his howling, head tossed back onto the pillows that provided no comfort to him.

“AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAP STOHOP STOP!” Seungmin pleaded breathlessly, unable to think straight through the roughness of the torture he was put through. His thoughts clouded through the electrifying sensations, his hair sprawled out over the floor through his thrashing. Minho didn’t let up, determined on hearing his trumpets of victory, and would not stop until he heard it. Although in a blurry haze, Seungmin’s hands mustered up the last of his strength to dig harshly into Lino’s waistline, as roughly as he could through his desperation.

“YOHOHOU LITTLE-! ARGHAHAHAHA!” Lee Know fell backwards with a squeal of his own, the tables finally turned in Seungmin’s favour and to Minho’s dismay. Gasping for air heavily, the younger was quick to throw himself back onto the cat, squishing his nimble fingers into the cat’s v-line without an ounce of regret. His fingers trembled, his face still an incredible bright red from what he was put through, now hungry for his revenge.

“Little what? You’ve had your fun hyung, unless you can’t handle what you dish out? What a shame.” It was quite bold of Seungmin to taunt so teasingly, considering that he was put in the same vulnerable position mere moments ago, laughing his little head off. But he was going to take his revenge, in every way possible, and no matter what. Lee Know could only cackle to his heart’s content, clawing at the younger’s hands to get them off his pudgy skin to no avail.

“YOHOHOU SHUHUCK! LEHEHET GOHOHO!” Minho squealed out, getting more and more desperate with each passing second that the unrelenting fingers stayed put on his waistline, kneading and massaging roughly into the skin that drove him absolutely insane. His smile lines were prominent through his boisterous laughter, his jaw open slightly to let out all the cackles he needed to.

“Hmm…admit defeat..” Seungmin hummed thoughtfully, which wasn’t really that thoughtful considering he replied almost immediately, almost sarcastically thinking to give the older the hope of being let go. The puppy grinned down at the cat who was in ticklish hell, his eyes crinkling up as his smile spread apart his teeth slightly, creating an open mouthed smile that was made to melt anyone’s heart that even saw it. Seungmin was no different, sighing in adoration as Lee Know squealed for mercy when his fingers hit the middle of the sensitive line of skin, slamming his head onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the wood and landing onto the pillow.

“NO! NEHEHEVER!” Minho screeched, his arms lifting up Seungmin’s fingers for a split moment to breathe, before eventually tackling the puppy on the floor. Out of energy, they both stared at each other for a moment, in an almost uncomfortable silence that would make anyone shiver. But as one said, ‘disturb the normal, comfort the weird’, as the next moment both of them bursted into soft giggling, tossing playful insults about their smiles and flushed cheeks and ears. Pillows were thrown, attacks were made, eventually both of them laying in the middle of the room, panting with tears of mirth streaming down their faces as they laid still on the shared mattress.

“Thahahat was soho fun…” The younger breathed out slowly, earning a hum of agreement from the one beside him. He squeaked when arms wrapped around him comfortably, warm breath hitting his scalp as Lino buried his face into Seungmin’s scalp, taking in the scent of his shampoo. Their eyes lidded next to each other, the aircon that circulated throughout the room calming their nerves after the war had finally ended. Breath stilling, pillows and blankets engulfed them in a safe and warm embrace, the once loud shrieks and squeals were replaced with quiet breathing, the two troublemakers cuddling up next to each other as if their life depended on it, as if the moment they let go they’d sink into a pit of darkness that separated the two forever.

Of course they didn’t wake up like that, of course they pushed each other away the next minute, after all, only they knew each other inside out…

#..?#yes #lee!know #ler minho #lee!minho #ler know #ler seungmin #lee seungmin #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickle

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 months ago

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Speaking Tongues

hello everyone!!

if you didn’t hear, yesterday was @mushiewrites BIRTHDAY WOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 everyone go wish them a happy birthday and give good vibes :DD

this is the fic i wrote for the momentous occasion, and originally i wasn’t gonna post it but someone encouraged me to anyway so here it is <3 it is different than anything i’ve ever written, but it was pretty fun to do, so i hope everyone likes it as much as mush did >:)

WARNING: this fic does include mouth tickles on george’s belly button, i know that is Not a lot of people’s cup of tea, so if that makes you uncomfortable, read at your own risk/skip this one!! no hard feelings, keep yourselves safe <3

lee!george, ler!dream, feat. sapnap, 1.6k words

enjoy!

“This is so stupid,” George grumbled, clenching his teeth as he yanked at the restraints that held his wrists above his head. He felt the cold metal dig into his wrists uncomfortably, a harsh reminder of his captivity, yet the only anxiety he felt was that of the anticipation– really, he was more endeared than anything. “Is that really necessary?”

“For you? Yes. You’ve never tickled you before, you wouldn’t know,” Sapnap explained from his spot, cross-legged next to George’s bound arms at the head of the bed. George scoffed, already squirming through his nerves, twisting his wrists and trying to find a comfortable position for them to be stuck in for the next… however long it would be.

“Whatever,” He groaned again, earning a chuckle from Dream.

“You better watch that attitude, Georgie. If I was in your position I’d be careful,” He explained, settling himself to straddle George’s thighs, an action that made George’s heart kick up and his toes curl as he shifted nervously again.

He knew, realistically, that Dream was right, and that he should shut up, but for some reason that even he didn’t fully understand, his mouth was literally incapable of listening to that logic. So, he dug his grave even further.

“If you were in my position, you wouldn’t have even made it far enough to have an attitude, so…” George said, unable to stop himself, his brain spiraling as he cursed his lips for moving.

The room went silent. George felt like he had just stepped on a twig in the woods in a horror movie, alerting the killer of his exact location. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but every scenario his brain supplied was worse than the last.

“…Oh?” Dream replied, voice dangerously low, rumbling through his chest and into the deep center of George’s soul, and eyebrows dangerously high, wide pupils staring daggers into George’s eyes. George swallowed, already breathing heavier at the single syllable.

“No– no, I-I didn’t mean–“ George said, immediately trying to backtrack, voice shaky as he twisted and pulled at his wrists. Dream sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out as a wistful sigh, as if he was forced to make a decision he was reluctant to make– his next actions were decided for him, and he was simply going along with suggestions that were given to him nonchalantly.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” He finished, shrugging his shoulders, before launching his attack, and suddenly the tips of his rough fingers were digging into the center of George’s rib cage, his thumbs digging into the front of his ribs as well.

“NO, NONONO, I’M SORR– AHAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–!” George protested, screaming as soon as Dream’s hands touched down, latched onto the horrifically sensitive area, unmoving even as George thrashed and squirmed and tried his hardest to throw him off. “DREHEHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, giggling as he watched George’s reactions only grow stronger. He shook his head wildly before throwing it back against the pillow below him, switching between pulling at his arms and forcing them to straighten out when the bite of the handcuffs became too much to handle, his eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at the corners. “I bet you’re sorry now, huh, baby?”

“WH– AHAHAHA– YEHEHEHES! DREHEHEAM, COHOME OHOHOHON!” George pleaded, attempting to reason with him, well aware that both he and Sapnap knew how much everything about the situation was driving him completely insane. He heard Sapnap chuckle next to him and he turned to hide his face in his arm as much as he could, the sudden reminder that he was still being watched hitting him like a truck and making him dizzy.

Well, that was probably the lack of oxygen, but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight, was he?

“Alright, fine, take a breather,” Dream said, pulling his hands back and rubbing the ghost tickles away with his palms, letting George catch his breath for a few moments. George took the opportunity graciously, gulping down the air like water in a drought, his body relaxing against the calming touch of Dream’s hands, almost forgetting what those same hands were just doing to him.

Almost.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Dream decided, slipping his hands under George’s loose t-shirt and pushing it up to reveal his torso, his whole tummy on display as he giggled nervously at the attention.

“Oh– Dreheheheam…” He whined, practically putty in Dream’s hands, but he tensed up again when Dream’s fingers began to scratch at his sides and the dip of his waist. He broke into high pitched giggles, squirming harder than ever before at the light touches, knowing they could sometimes drive him even more crazy than the cruel tickles– and he worried that might have been one of those times. He was able to handle it, though, until a few seconds later when he felt a soft gust of air flow over his tummy, and he whipped his head down to see none other than Dream’s smiling face hovering barely a few inches above his torso and blowing softly on his skin that was already riddled with goosebumps. “Nohohoho, nononono, whahat are yohohou doihihing–“

“Shhh,” Dream soothed again, only spiking George’s anxiety more.

Then, just as George thought he’d seen it all, he felt something he had never, ever felt before, touching his skin.

Dream’s tongue. In his belly button.

“OH– NO, OH MYHY GOHOHOHOD!?” George blurted out, voice turning squeaky and stuttery from the sheer shock of the feeling, and he dared to venture a look down to see if he was imagining it or if Dream really did have his fucking tongue inside his belly button, and he was horrified to find out that it was, in fact, the second one. “WHAHAT– oh myhy– whahat’s wrohohong wihith yohou–“ George yelled, breathing shallow and panicked, squirming like his life depended on it– which, in that moment, it kind of felt like it did.

“Sapnap,” Dream said sternly, not missing a beat, and Sapnap seemed to know exactly what he wanted from that.

Sapnap leaned over, gently curling his arm around George’s head, and placed one hand softly over his mouth, using his pinkie under his jaw to keep his lips pressed tightly together. The other hand quickly found its way to George’s hair, combing his fingers through the soft curls there, helping to both keep George in place and to help him relax into the feeling. George continued protesting, whining and trying to shake Sapnap’s hands away, but nothing seemed to help, and his whiny giggled and attempts at complaining were muffled into Sapnap’s palm against his will.

“There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sapnap commented, voice low, close enough to George that he didn’t need to speak very loud. George groaned behind his hand, glaring up at him with a fire in his eyes that Sapnap couldn’t wait to watch Dream extinguish. He looked back down to watch Dream lower his head, and like magic, his mouth was on George’s belly button and George was thrashing once again.

“MMMH–!” He yelped, sucking in his stomach and tensing his entire body, his toes curling and biceps straining, puffing his chest up in favor of driving his hips back into the mattress, hoping to pull back far enough that Dream would stop. He didn’t, of course, and it only gave him better leverage to hold George’s hips down and let his tongue dip into the hyper-sensitive button. George gasped, a strangled sound getting caught in his throat as his entire body convulsed, and his broken screams and whimpers returned. “MM– MMHPH, MH!”

“This is cute,” Dream mused, placing a few tiny kisses to George’s tummy before nibbling lightly at the edges of his belly button. George squirmed and jumped at each nip, squeaky laughter taking over, his face bright red from complete and utter embarrassment, shock, and disbelief at what the hell Dream was doing. “Love when you get all squeaky, pretty boy.”

“MM-MM!” George denied, trying to shake his head as much as he could, curling his arms in to hide the rest of his face that was still visible. He was still squirming, but both Sapnap and Dream could tell that it was completely involuntary– he wasn’t trying to squirm away, it just kind of happened. Sapnap’s hand in his hair continued to scratch softly, helping him relax and fall into the trance even further, and Sapnap giggled at how sweet the scene was.

He could tell George wanted to be vehemently against everything that was happening to him, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t essentially floating towards the moon with how spacey he was because of it.

They stayed like that for a while, Dream’s mouth playing with the sensitive dip of George’s tummy, George’s whining and spasmic squirming, Sapnap’s hands staying firmly in their places, until George’s muffled voice grew raspy and the other two decided he’d probably had enough.

Dream pulled back, dazed for a moment as he came back to reality and stared at the red marks on George’s abdomen made by his fingers and mouth, but George couldn’t have seemed more content if he tried.

They quickly uncuffed him, Dream taking a moment to press soft kisses to the harsh red lines on his wrists from pulling at the restraints, holding George’s hands and playing with his fingers as he, too, came back into his own body. Sapnap immediately laid down on the bed, tugging the covers over himself and George and motioning for Dream to do the same on the other side, before clinging to George like a koala. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, making George laugh and jokingly try to shove him away, but that only made him squeeze George impossibly tighter, making him fall into another fit of giggles as they all settled into each other’s arms.

#everyone say HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUSHIEEEE 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉#or ELSE 🫵🫵#anyway. this was actually really fun to write #i’ve never written anything with That before bc it’s never really been my thing but it was a fun topic i think #i hope everyone enjoys <3 mush did and that’s all i care about but i guess everyone else can see too 🙄#im kidding lmao i hope it’s good for everyone else too #lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #technically #cals writing #mushiewrites

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┆ ⤿ 🎧 ⌗ Apocalypse w. JJH

❝ Your lips, my lips… ❞

ᯓᡣ𐭩 fluff (?)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc: 1.151

ᯓᡣ𐭩 avisos: jaehyun w. fem!reader, jaehyun!universitário, deve ter um palavrão aqui e ali mas não é nada muito wooow, na real tá bem good vibes (:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nota: amo cigarettes after sex e precisava escrever alguma coisinha envolvendo eles e o jae, já faz um tempinho que escrevi essa mas tá gostosinha de ler hihi

Depois de estudar feito uma condenada por anos, finalmente você estava começando seu curso na faculdade em que tanto sonhou: Seoul National University. Estava extremamente ansiosa e, para falar a verdade, também estava perdida pra caramba, mas nada disso conseguia tirar sua felicidade. Pelo contrário, só te deixava mais animada ainda.

E então, depois de vagar pelo campus igual uma barata tonta, você finalmente encontrou a sala de aula onde iria acontecer sua primeira aula. Estava nervosa, mas não pensou muito e apenas entrou na sala. Mesmo faltando quase meia hora para a aula começar, a sala já estava bastante cheia, restando apenas alguns lugares vagos. Um desses lugares estava ao lado de um rapaz. Ele tinha cabelos escuros e era de estatura alta, vestia uma jaqueta de couro preta e um jeans largo. Além disso, estava de fones de ouvido, aparentemente ouvindo uma música calma, pois batucava baixinho uma melodia sobre a mesa com a ajuda de um lápis.

Você se aproximou do rapaz, dando uma leve batidinha na mesa, tirando o mesmo dos pensamentos que estavam em sua mente, fazendo-o olhar diretamente pra você.

— Bom dia! Sou nova aqui e queria saber se tudo bem se eu me sentar do seu lado hoje… — perguntou, meio envergonhada.

— Claro! Pode se sentar e ficar à vontade, não se preocupe comigo. — ele logo te respondeu, com um sorriso caloroso no rosto.

Você tentou… realmente tentou! Mas era mais forte do que você. Parecia que um imã te atraía cada vez mais e mais toda vez que tentava ignorar a presença dele. Você estava perto dele — até demais, pra falar a verdade — e era possível escutar a música que tocava no fone dele, bem baixinho: “When you’re all alone I will reach for you. When you’re feeling low I will be there, too.”

“Cacete… além de lindo, ainda escuta Cigarettes After Sex.” Foi o que passou pela sua cabeça, mas não teve coragem de dizer em voz alta. Ele parecia estar concentrado, então não imaginou que ele fosse perceber que você estava encarando-o. Mas sim… ele percebeu.

— Você quer me perguntar alguma coisa? Notei que você está me encarando já tem um tempinho… — ele falou, quebrando o silêncio entre vocês, enquanto te olhava nos olhos. Ele parecia querer te fazer morrer de vergonha, como se soubesse exatamente o efeito que causava.

— É… ah… é que… — você gaguejou, mas tentou disfarçar. — É que eu estava tentando ouvir a música que você está ouvindo. — você disse e desviou o olhar, soltando uma risadinha envergonhada.

— Era isso então? — ele riu de leve e continuou: — Ah, ‘tô ouvindo Apocalypse. Cigarettes After Sex, conhece?

“Meu Deus….” Pensou, torcendo pra não ter sido em voz alta. E pelo visto não foi, já que ele continuou te encarando esperando uma resposta.

— Conheço! Eu adoro Cigarettes After Sex e, pra ser sincera, essa é a minha música favorita deles. — tentou manter o contato visual enquanto falava, mas falhou no final.

— Sério? Essa música é realmente muito boa! Você tem bom gosto. — ele sorriu. E que sorriso, viu!

— Obrigada! Você também parece ter um ótimo gosto. — você sorriu de volta.

— É… então… — ele parecia meio hesitante, mas continuou: — quer ouvir música comigo até a aula começar?

“Não é possível. Ele realmente acabou de me chamar pra ouvir música com ele ou eu tô alucinando? Devo ter escutado coisas…” — seus pensamentos foram rapidamente interrompidos por uma voz grave:

— Isso é um não? — fez uma expressão meio confusa, tentando entender o que passava em sua cabeça.

— Não! Não é isso. — você se apressou em discordar. — Eu adoraria escutar música com você!

— Certo, mas antes… por favor, vamos falar casualmente, não precisamos de tanta formalidade assim. — você concordou com a cabeça e sorriu.

— Tudo bem, mas qual é o seu nome? Você não está usando seu crachá. — perguntou, e ele sorriu novamente para você, fazendo seu coração acelerar. “Mas que cacete, viu.” — você pensou naquele momento.

— Jeong Jaehyun. É um prazer te conhecer, ______. — ele disse. A voz soava grave, mas não deixava de ser doce, aveludada, e seu nome saiu quase cantado.

Por um breve momento, ficou meio confusa quando ele disse seu nome. “Eu havia mencionado meu nome quando me apresentei?” Pensou. Até se lembrar de que estava usando um crachá com seu nome escrito em uma fonte enorme que era possível ser lido até mesmo do outro lado da sala. “Jaehyun… então esse é o nome do garoto que me chamou pra ouvir Cigarettes After Sex… interessante.” Continuou pensando, até ser interrompida novamente pela voz grave dele te chamando.

— Chega mais perto, ______. Meu fone é de fio. — foi o que ele disse enquanto tirava um dos fones do ouvido, por fim entregando o mesmo para você.

A ideia de ficar tão próxima assim dele te deixava nervosa, mas de um jeito bom. Seu coração estava acelerado e suas pernas tremiam, mas, independente de qualquer coisa, você não ia perder essa oportunidade. Então, sem pensar muito, você colou as cadeiras uma na outra e se aproximou mais dele, pegando o fone de sua mão e colocando no ouvido. Agora no fone tocava Sweet.

Seus rostos estavam quase colados. Você podia sentir a respiração dele em seu ouvido, e isso te causava um leve arrepio na espinha. Óbvio que você estava tentando disfarçar o nervosismo, mas talvez tenha falhado um pouco.

— Você gosta dessa música? — ele sussurrou no seu ouvido — e você se arrepiou quase que de imediato. O olhar dele vagava pelo seu rosto, parecia até meio desconcertado, mas por fim parou em seus olhos. Ele tinha um sorriso suave nos lábios, que parecia iluminar seu rosto, e suas covinhas eram notáveis, sendo quase impossível não reparar.

— Gosto. Gosto muito! — você disse, com o refrão da música tocando no fone.

E assim ficaram, até o professor entrar na sala. Um pouco antes disso acontecer, Jaehyun tirou o fone do ouvido e te encarou — parecia estar procurando as palavras certas pra te dizer alguma coisa.

— Gostei de ouvir música com você, quem sabe podemos virar companheiros de música. — ele deu uma risadinha. — ou até mais que isso… — fez uma pausa extremamente desnecessária, em sua opinião. Mas logo em seguida continuou: — Hmmm… quem sabe amigos? — falou enquanto coçava a nuca, parecendo estar levemente envergonhado.

— Claro! Vamos ser amigos. — não conseguiu evitar de sorrir enquanto falava — É… então eu posso colocar meu número no seu celular? Você sabe, pra gente manter contato e tal…. — você continuou, meio hesitante.

— Com toda certeza, moça. Eu adoraria trocar números com você.

E o resto… bom, o resto é história pra outro dia.

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