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[comfytickles]

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[mythica0]

Something nicer

🎂:The Loud House

🍫: Luanne

🧁:Siblings(implied/mentioned)

Summary: it’s April fools day again! Luanne’s favorite holiday! But after a talk with a friend a bit ago; she decides to go a different route this year.

A/N: the friend I’m mentioning is my OC Mary who is Luanne’s BFF.i know it’s nowhere near April fools day but I wanted to make this anyway. Also I added prank stuff that doesn’t exist because I can <3. hope you enjoy!

Something Nicer

‘April Fools is tommorow! I’m so excited!’ Luanne thought, bouncing on her heels. She’s been preparing for months!- she can’t wait to see the look on her family’s faces when they get pranked so hard!!

She was just about to go pick where she was going to place each prank- but then, she remembered a conversation with her friend Mary from a few weeks ago.

———

“So, April fools day is coming up.” She said, cautiously at the lunch table one day at school.

“I know! I already have all the supplies ready! I’m so excited I could practically burst!!”

“I know, and I’m so happy for you! I know you love pranks and April fools day and I love that for you… but-“

She sighed and resigned herself. Luanne looked wide-eyed at her friend, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for a while now- don’t you think your pranks are a bit… mean?”

“I mean- of course they’re a little mean! Wouldn’t be much of a prank if you didn’t cause a little chaos!”

“That’s not what I mean- it’s just- a lot of your pranks are physically harmful, or, or cause property damage- that’s not very funny- it’s just mean. Pranks are supposed to be confusing and maybe a bit irritating, not painful or distressing.”

“Hmm. I’ve never thought about that. I love my family! I don’t want to hurt them… but… that’s the only way I know how to prank! I don’t want to give up my favorite holiday….” Luanne seemed disheartened, and looked down at the table.

“Well, some of your pranks are okay! How about you give me some prank examples you’ve pulled and I’ll tell you if they’re okay or if they’re too much.”

“Alright! Um- the time I wrapped my entire house with wrapping paper!”

“That’s okay! No one was hurt, and while it might’ve been annoying to clean up, nothing was damaged.”

“Hmm.. the time I poured bleach on Lucy’s clothes to turn them white!”

“Did you buy her a replacement? If so, that’s okay. If not- just do that in the future.”

“Okay! The time I put oil on the floor so someone would slip into the oven and left raccoons in there!”

“Nope. Too far. Whoever fell victim to that was probably covered in scratches and very sore from crashing into an oven. The idea of a slippery floor isn’t a bad one though!”

“Oo! That one time I cut holes in the floor boards so someone would fall through into jello!”

“Did you pay for the damage to the floors? Did you make sure the wood wouldn’t cut anyone?”

“No one was hurt! And the place was abandoned- no one lived or went there.

“Then that’s alright!” That conversation went on for a bit, and eventually Luanne asked Mary what she should do about this year. She already had her supplies and half of them might hurt people!

Mary made it clear that she’s not really an expert on pranks, but that it might be a good idea to lean into something else that she enjoyed that doesn’t cause pain. Luanne said she’d think about it and then moved on.

———

“I should probably do that… I can’t believe I’ve been being a bully to my family for so long!” She whispered to herself. She decided to look through her prank supplies and see if she could scrounge up anything that wasn’t painful or harsh.

Lucky for her, she had forgotten that the day of that conversation she had ran to the store to get some more… friendly pranks.

With new , nicer supplies in hand, she went home to start set up.

————

“Alright guys. We’re pretty much outta options. Nothing we’ve tried is working!” Lincoln spoke at a sibling meeting later that afternoon.

“We still have the option of sedating her.” Lisa piped from the other side of the room, holding an ominous looking needle in her hands.

“No, Lisa- we tried that remember? She just set up early! It’s like she always knows our plan!”

“Drats.”

“It’s not the best plan- but I think I have an idea.” Lana raised her hand.

“Maybe if we pretend it doesn’t bother us, she’ll stop? Yes it means we’ll have to endure this year and maybe next year too, but maybe she’ll get bored!”

“Good idea Lana! Alright guys, looks like that’s our best plan. We’re just going to have to endure.” A collective sigh went up in the room, but no direct protests.

———

Luanne woke up and stretched, getting down off her bed quietly. ‘This is going to be great! I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks!! Maybe they won’t be mad at me!’

She giggled a little and went to her secret hideout where she had monitors to watch the chaos, carful to avoid springing her own pranks.

This was going to be fun.

Later that day, when everyone woke up they steeled themselves. They had to act like nothing was bothering them, even though they were dreading every second of today.

The first prank of the day happened when Lisa stepped out of her room only to be met with a bucket full of cool water.

‘And it begins. You are not bothered, you are not bothered.’

“Ahh. A classic. I wonder what metal this bucket is made out of?”

Luanne lifted an eyebrow in her hideout. “No reaction? That’s odd… but hey, maybe they’ll still like my big twist!”

The next victim was Lori, who woke up to find her favorite formal dress painted and decorated with the text “APRIL FOOLS!” In macaroni attached to it. She wanted to yell, but breathed in and instead commented on the Clever decoration before moving the shirt to the side and continuing.

All of the family gathered in the living room: this wasn’t their first rodeo, they knew Luanne had a big dramatic something that was going to happen in three… two… one-

“Hello family!” Right on cue, Luanne’s monitor dropped from the ceiling, showing her smiling face In her classic jester chair.

“I have some lovely surprises waiting for you today! This year is a little different than my other April fools day plans.. but I would hate to spoil the surprise!”

Everyone was so shocked that they forgot they were supposed to be acting like they didn’t care. She said different. Usually she says more intense or something like that. But never different. They looked to eachother with concern.

“Have fun! I know I will! Muahhahaha!” Luanne’s monitor slipped back into the ceiling.

“What? Just cause I’m not being too intense anymore doesn’t mean I can’t still lean into the “pranking evil genius” role! Geez.” Luanne spoke to mister coconuts.

The family was nervous now. How were they supposed to act nonchalant when Luanne just dropped that bombshell on them! But, they went about their day anyway.

The next prank brought upon the knowledge of the twist. Lola stepped into the kitchen, only to trigger a trip wire that pulled her into the air, stuck in place. She pepared for a punch to the gut or a mouse trap or something- but instead was met with giggles. Her own giggles.

“ whaahahat thehehe?” She looked up to see feathers swirling along her sides and underarms. “Eehee! Thahahat tihihihickles!”

The monitor dropped down again.

“Thats the point! I see you’ve found the twist!”

The family gasped. “So that’s what you meant by different? Tickling?”

“Yup! I thought about it- and this way- no one gets hurt!”

“Eheehahaha! Wehehell ihihis thihihis thihihing gohohona lehehet mehehe dohohown!”

“Yup! It will after about 5 minutes. Enjoy!” Luanne giggled and winked at her.

The next victim was Lincoln.

After the twist was discovered , the family forgot all about their plan and turned the day into a game. Lincoln ran outside, only to slip on one thing into some pillows on a tree, which then caused a strange glitter-like substance to fall on him.

The next thing he knew, his whole torso was bursting with ticklish shockwaves, causing him to burst into laughter and clutch his stomach. This action caused the glitter to get on his hands and arms- starting to tickle them,too.

“Poor, ticklish Lincoln. I see you found my giggle glitter! Isn’t it wonderful?” Another screen popped down from the tree.

Lincoln was belly laughing and kicking his feet in ticklish glee. “Hahahahaaa thahahat tihihihickles sohohoho muhuhuch ahahaha!!”

“Good! Cause there’s more where that came from! Muahaha!”

Meanwhile, Lucy went into her room and hid in her coffin. ‘I’ll be safe in here.’ She thought, only to be startled by a bunch of soft, pillow-like robotic hands reaching towards her. ‘Oooor not..’ then the hands made contact, squeezing and poking Lucy gently. “Pfftahaha! Dahahang ihihit luahahahanne!”

“Oh! I’m so glad you found my little poking pillow hands! Do you like them?”

“Wahahahahat? Nohohoho wahahahay!”

“Don’t lie to me~ you totally do.”

“S-shuhuhut uhuhup!” Lucy flushed, which was very noticeable on her pale face that she then covered up.

This went on and on(with some normal pranks in there too- Leni got a pie in the face)

Lisa got trapped in a machine that trapped her in laughter for 10 minutes.

Lynn’s shoes had automatic feathers in them

Lana fell in peanut butter which caused Charles to lick it off her

Luna found another giggle glitter prank.

Lori ran into some robot bugs(where did Luanne get all these robots?)

Lenny’s belt started to vibrate on her belly

So on, so forth

At dinner, Luanne left her hideout, making her way to the house. When she opened the door, her family all greeted her at her table- but instead of glaring or mumbling about revenge.. they were smiling. ‘Perfect.’ Thought Luanne. ‘This might just be my best April fools day ever.’

“Hey, there’s our little prankster! Care for some tacos?” Their dad spoke, finishing setting the table.

Luanne smiled brightly. “Absolutely!”

They are together and laughed and talked like any other day of the year, and after dinner was over Luanne pulled something out of her pocket and walked up to Lori.

“Hey Lori, I wanted to give you this.” In her hands was a folded dress, exactly alike to the one that Luanne had *ahem*.. decorated.

“You- you got me another one?” Lori seemed surprised.

Luanne hesitated and looked down. “Yeah.. to replace the one I ruined.”

“Y’know Luanne? I don’t know why you switched it up this year, but I’m glad you did. This years April fools has actually been…. Fun. The most fun April fools I’ve ever had. Thank you.” Luanne teared up a bit and the two embraced each other, followed by the rest of the family shortly after.

“I could tell you why I changed it up!” She reached towards the table for a leftover tortilla shell. “I think I’m ready to taco bout it! Hahaha!”

Luanne smiled and felt so warm and happy.

‘I’m glad too, Lori. I’m so happy I did something nicer’

———THE END————————————————

[ondestamor]

"– De todo modo, como posso ficar com meu coração? Ele não me pertence mais." - O Despertar do Príncipe, Colleen Houck

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

The Marauders Favourite Animated Movies

James - Cars or Madagascar

Sirius - Brother Bear or Despicable Me

Lily - Up! or Moana

Regulus - The Hunchback of Nortre Dame or Big Hero 6

Remus - How to Train Your Dragon or Kung Foo Panda

Marlene - Mulan or Treasure Planet

Dorcas - Corpse Bride or Coraline

Mary - Tangled or Chicken Little

Pandora - WALL-E or Rio

Barty - The Road to El Dorado or The Lego Batman Movie

Evan - Monsters Inc. or Bolt

Peter - Toy Story or Aladdin

[bifacialler]

I’ve realized that I have not posted this one here, so yeah, I’m soft on sister characters. And I think this came with a galaxy-brain thought that “oh lord, her brother is Piper Hellebore”. Seriously, no wonder Lily kicked his ass all the time.

[radiant-fanon-maker]

[svholand]

hoje eu vou chorar E A CULPA É DELA. 😭😭😭😭😭

⸻ 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇!𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐́𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆

prompt: você é uma pequena ladra vivendo a mais trágica história de amor

obs.: gente o que vocês estão prestes a ler é um suco de melancolia, são desejos inatos que precisam ser reprimidos. minha mãe lana del rey e os incontáveis seriados de missing people e casos arquivados que eu assisti na vida me ajudaram nessa canetada! é uma proposta diferente dos outros hcs que eu postei e eu espero MUITO que vocês não estranhem e gostem! 🥹🤞❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 special thanks pra todas que me incentivaram a lançar algo sem final feliz @imninahchan @idollete @kyuala @svholand

obs.²: não romantizem nenhum dos eventos descritos ok? se você estiver num relacionamento tóxico (ainda que não pareça pelos altos e baixos) converse com alguém e denuncie <3

tw.: no começo da narrativa a reader ainda é menor de idade, consumo de álcool, atividades ilícitas (roubo, estelionato, consumo de álcool por menor de idade), agressão verbal (bem ligeiro), violência gráfica, car sex, manhandling, manipulação, s.h (é implícito e não narrado!), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, MDNI

thief!simón que você conheceu quando ainda tinha dezessete anos. você dançava num bar a troco de ter uns trocados, a regra era que não te tocassem, mas você podia os tocar, se quisesse, e se aproveitava para surrupiar as pequenas correntes e relógios de pulso quando os homens estavam embriagados o suficiente. reparou no rapaz aos fundos do salão te observando enquanto tomava alguma bebida, era bonito, e ao contrário dos que deliravam na sua figura indecente ele ficava indiferente – o que não te impediu de se aproximar, não se ofereceria, nunca o fazia, mas com muita sutileza e destreza nos dedos abria o fecho de um pequeno terço de ouriço que ele tinha

thief!simón que te encontrou nos fundos da casa de shows nessa mesma noite, você já com as roupas normais e ele encostado na parede de tijolos, te acompanhando, até que você passasse por ele e ele esticasse o pé te fazendo tropeçar e cair de joelhos, o fitando irritada. “algum problema!?”, “nenhum, mas você tem algo que é meu”, “deve estar ficando louco, ou deve estar drogado”, e ele se agachava ao seu lado enfiando a mão nos bolsos do seu moletom tirando de lá um punhado de coisas roubadas junto da correntinha

thief!simón que não disse mais nada ao sair andando, mas depois de duas semanas te encontrou no centro da cidadezinha “panfletando” – por ser tão lindinha e mirrada ninguém desconfiava, mas sempre que se aproximavam para saber mais da falsa promoção você percorria seus dedinhos pelas bolsas e carteiras alheias, arrancando jóias, notas, moedas, o que fosse de valor – e ele observava; mais do que gostaria de admitir

thief!simón que se aproximou e soprou no seu ouvido “eres atrevida, eh?”, sorrindo de canto e te rodeando, mantendo uma distância segura. “não sei porque... se eu tô só trabalhando”, “sei, sabe qual é o seu problema? no puedes mentir a otro mentiroso”, te dando um peteleco na testa, fazendo-a bufar frustrada – era a segunda vez que ele te pegava em flagrante, além de não parecer fazê-lo por uma moral intacta, mas só pelo prazer de atrapalhar

thief!simón que não achava aquela cidade tão pequena, no entanto, começava estranhar que para todos os lugares que ele ia haviam resquícios da pequena ladra, e ele não era devoto de nenhum deus, muito menos acreditava em conexões de vidas passadas, mas numa sexta, antes de se mudar, quis passar na casa de shows. não te assistiu, ficou sentado no bar, de costas, esperando que você viesse até ele. “não gosta de mulheres?”, perguntou provocando o maior, “você é menor de idade”, “não sou”, e tudo o que ele fez foi te olhar de cima a baixo com a mesma expressão do dia na praça, “vou sair da cidade... quando o seu repertório é curto, não da pra ficar no mesmo lugar pra sempre, você vem ou não?”

thief!simón que havia perguntado de forma tão indiferente e estúpida se você queria segui-lo que a situação se tornava cômica quando você se pegou no ford granada marrom que ele tinha, os vidros abertos e o rádio tocando alguma música desconhecida, rumando para qualquer distrito há alguns quilômetros de distância do anterior

thief!simón que via em você uma mina de ouro, principalmente quando tinham acabado de conseguir alugar um quarto e cozinha, e ele aproveitara para te levar para comprar algumas roupas. as palavras o fugiam assim que você saía do provador com um vestido branco solto com uma fita na cintura – a vendedora tinha feito questão de arrumar seu cabelo com um fiilho no mesmo tom – , estava perfeita, uma boneca

thief!simón que colocou seus planos em ação não muitos dias depois, em um jantar de bancários que haveria na cidade, ele conseguindo convites depois de forjar um cartão e se apresentar como advogado imobiliário recém chegado nos arredores e te apresentando como noiva

thief!simón que não sabia se gostava ou se detestava quando os homens de meia idade te cobiçavam descaradamente - alguns babavam e usavam seus paninhos finos para limpar -, mas que se aguentava até o final da noite, quando você conseguia atrair um dos porcos para o estacionamento dizendo “meu noivo não precisa saber, e eu quero tanto...” enquanto ele observava por detrás de uma árvore esperando o momento certo de agir; esperando o sinal que haviam combinado

thief!simón que não poupou em gastar no mercado depois da pequena fortuna que tinham arrancado do homem, ameaçando-o de contar para a família, filhos e clientes o quão sujo ele era por cobiçar uma jovem prometida. comprou vinhos, doces e charutos – os quais te ensinou a fumar apesar de você preferir os cigarros mentolados normais.

thief!simón que se mudava com você todo mês, gabaritando as cidades costeiras. chegavam, inventavam uma história confiável, faziam alguns alíbis aqui e ali e aplicavam os golpes. vocês comemoravam, vivendo uma vida luxuosa, passando a se hospedar nos melhores hotéis, se embebedando em cada final de semana – e por vezes até no meio dela –, ouvindo você contar os mínimos detalhes da infância cruel quando estava completamente alterada, jogada na cama apenas de calcinha e sutiã abraçada à uma garrafa de champanhe

thief!simón que acabou descobrindo seu aniversário ao acaso forjando alguns documentos para as identidades da próxima cidade, e fez questão de comemorar. te levou num mirante de onde, mesmo de dentro do carro, era possível ver a praia, as barraquinhas e o parque de diversões todo aceso pela noite. também te presenteou com uma correntinha, o pingente sendo de uma flor de belladona – apelido que ele passou a usar fielmente contigo

thief!simón que tirou sua virgindade naquele lugar, forrou os fundos do sedan com alguns edredons e te fez dele, beijou cada canto do corpo pequeno e encheu seus seios, costas e coxas de chupões – e não tinha problema porque ninguém mais veria, nem mesmo aqueles em quem aplicavam os golpes, porque o hempe nunca deixava avançarem mais do que a possessividade dele permitia. você era dele

thief!simón que te aninhou no peitoral depois de mais uma noite que terminava em vocês dois fodendo com as luzes do quarto de hotel ligadas e as sacadas escancaradas para quem quisesse ver, você dedilhando o peitoral enquanto ele baforava a fumaça do charuto para cima, amaciando suas costas macias com a mão livre. “você acredita que deus tem um propósito pra nós?”, perguntou curiosa subindo os olhos até o rosto inexpressivo, “não acredito nessas coisas, bella...”, “mas você tem uma biblía no carro”, “era da minha mãe”, “mas você ach-“, “por que você não dorme um pouco? amanhã a gente sai cedo”, e assim te calava como em outras incontáveis vezes

thief!simón que apesar de não demonstrar ficava cada vez mais apegado à sua figura, se sentia doente e nauseado por não conseguir evitar aqueles sentimentos quando você o acordava vestindo as camisas dele, ou então quando te via enrolando os cabelos para um penteado novo – toda delicada de frente ao espelho –, quando o abraçava por trás enquanto ele fazia as contas do quanto precisariam roubar para continuar com o mesmo estilo de vida. sentimentos tão inoportunos que ele se alcoolizava quando se tornava demais para suportar

thief!simón que era diferente quando bebia daquele jeito, como se estivesse fora de si. não te chamava de “belladona”, reprimia suas tentativas de se aproximar, de tocá-lo, te dizia “eres una chica estúpida e ingrata! – as palavras sendo cuspidas - nada te alcanza, ya sea dinero, joyas o todo lo que tengo!”, “simón... eu não entendo, mas por favor não fica as-“, “cállate!”, erguendo a mão na sua direção, mas retesando quando você se encolhia. quando se acalmava a única coisa que dizia era “vou dormir fora hoje”

thief!simón que agia como se nada tivesse acontecido depois, que te deixava sem saber das negociações, que te tratava como burra e nova demais para se envolver nos assuntos que realmente importavam no final das contas, mas justificava dizendo que não queria te dar rugas, e que você podia ficar só com a parte divertida que era gastar e ser uma boa mulher pra ele, “a mais linda”, soprando e segurando seu queixo antes de te beijar

thief!simón que quando se mudaram de novo arranjou uma cartada grande, um político muito influente que era conhecido pelo gosto nefasto por mulheres novas; por corrompê-las. e assim o garoto tinha outro plano em mãos, te introduzindo num bazár beneficente como a irmã mais nova, filha do segundo casamento da mãe, tão pura, te fazendo usar lentes coloridas e uma maquiagem fina e leve que naturalmente fazia com que todos quisessem saber mais sobre você

thief!simón que no entanto, viu tudo ir por água abaixo; a sucessão de acontecimentos sendo muito rápida pra ele sequer digerir. o senador se encantava por você, perguntava tudo, nome, idade, se estava na escola e o que gostava mais de aprender lá, e era respondido, com mentiras, mas não poderia parecer mais satisfeito. assim que conseguiam atraí-lo para o estacionamento, o homem, não tão velho assim, sacava um calibre, colocando o bucal prensado contra a sua lombar, te arrastando para um carro que não conheciam

thief!simón que entrou em estado de frenezi, saindo de sua posição e não dando dois minutos que estavam dentro do veículo, abrindo a porta com violência e puxando o outro pelo colarinho, não dando tempo para que este reagisse, socando o rosto com uma fúria reprimida desde muito, o cigarro preso no canto dos lábios que se apertavam e a pele cobrindo os ossos da mão rasgando com os impactos. um zumbido ensurdecedor o parava quando o disparo acontecia

thief!simón que assistiu com os olhos esbugalhados a camisa do homem ir se encharcando de sangue pouco a pouco, enquanto você trêmula segurava o revólver, o rímel escorrendo pelas bochechas por causa do choro e a expressão de espanto que terminava de deixá-lo sem chão, fazendo-o largar o cadáver e ir até si te tirando o objeto das mãos e a abraçando. os sussurros falhos de desculpa, de pronto já acabou, eu to aqui, enquanto pegava quaisquer vestígios na cena do crime e te levava para o carro, saindo em disparada

thief!simón que evitava olhar para o seu semblante catatônico pelo resto da noite, porque precisava ficar focado em arrumar as malas no hotel e colocar tudo no porta-malas de forma amontoada, porca, pisando no acelerador tão fundo que os pneus cantavam quando estavam na estrada; mas era isso, vocês nunca podiam ficar muito tempo mesmo

thief!simón que dirigiu por seiscentos quilômetros, ignorando o sono, e só parando quando seu choro vinha à tona. um choro tão copioso e doloroso de presenciar, porque antes de ninguém, ele sabia quem era a maior vítima naquela história. parava no acostamento e passava para o seu lado do banco te colocando no colo e te ninando como se faz a um bebê, “sshh, mi belladona, vai ficar tudo bem...”, os beijos espalhados no seu cerne e um em especial na testa, em que ele se demorou porque precisou segurar o choro também

thief!simón que desligou o rádio quando a transmissão começava a falar sobre um casal de jovens golpistas foragidos dando a descrição de cada um, e que não conseguiu dormir pelos próximos três dias assombrado com o fato de que ele tinha estragado mais uma vida, tirado as chances de você se tornar algo melhor e maior... com propósito, talvez

thief!simón que não conseguiu te acalmar quando você viu as notícias pela tv de tubo no motel onde estavam se escondendo – seus rostos estampados nos principais jornais que relatavam o assinato do senador –, apenas acendendo mais um cigarro e ouvindo suas súplicas implorando para ele dizer o que fariam, como escapariam; mas pela primeira vez em muito tempo, simón hempe não tinha um plano, nem truques; tinha gasto todo o tempo pensando em você e em sobre como ele conversaria contigo e diria para mudarem de vida, que poderiam recomeçar em outro país e ter algo normal, com uma casa fixa, empregos, e até filhos.

thief!simón que ouviu as sirenes bem antes de você, e numa última tentativa de salvar ambos te acordava apressado, sem explicações, segurando sua mão e te puxando para o carro – lembrava de pegar uma única mala que não estava desfeita e a bolsa com o dinheiro, sem se importar com mais nada.

thief!simón que ignorou os megafones que davam voz de prisão e o cerco que se formava na rodovia, ainda tentando contornar as viaturas e os homens fardados que empunhavam suas armas

thief!simón que não deixou de segurar sua mão mesmo naquele momento, segredando baixo que vocês tentariam correr quando ele abrisse a porta

thief!simón que tomou a frente quando os oficiais atiraram, o corpo perdendo as forças quando três dos vários disparos o acertavam

thief!simón que sentia mais pelo seu espanto e desespero do que pela dor física que era aliviada pela quantidade de adrenalina correndo nas veias, sussurrando um “belladona...” para que você prestasse atenção – o mundo parando para que vocês tivessem o seu último momento juntos – “você vai dizer que eu te manipulei, sim? vai fazer isso por mim, mi amor...”, “n-não”, vendo-te balançar a cabeça em negação e soluçar com a vista embaçada das lágrimas que caíam em abundância ao passo que suas mãos tentavam inutilmente tampar um dos buracos por onde o líquido vital jorrava. “prométeme que serás mi belladona por mucho más tiempo”, a mão alcançava o pingente que nunca saía do seu pescoço e ele sorria te fitando enquanto os últimos segundos de vida dele se esvaíam

thief!simón que naquela manhã te deixou. você sem saber quantos anos ele tinha de verdade, sem saber de onde ele vinha, sem saber sua história e sem nunca ter ouvido que ele a amava – apesar de sentí-lo com imensidão.

thief!simón que nunca saberia que depois de acatar o último pedido dele você tinha passado pelo júri do caso e sido inocentada

thief!simón que nunca te veria tendo a vida normal que ele sonhara outrora, com um marido que te respeitava e te cuidava e com dois garotinhos lindos que te chamavam de mamãe

thief!simón que apesar de não ter tido isso tudo, ainda tinha vivido sua melhor fase ao seu lado, ao lado de sua belladona.

[pupsmailbox]

DEER︰FAWN ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　alex. alexei. alexin. alice. alix. alyx. anais. antler. ash. aspen. atlas. axel. bailey. bambi. bambie. barnie. benny. berkeley. birch. bonnie. bonny. buck. buckley. butch. cedar. cervus. chevrette. clover. cotton. daffodil. daisy. daphne. deerette. doe. elkkie. elowen. faline. fawn. fern. fike. finn. finnley. forest. forêt. ginger. glee. haiden. hawthorne. hayden. hazel. helios. helix. hellfire. holly. honey. jasper. juniper. lexus. lilith. lily. luca. lucha. luci. lucia. lucifer. lucifus. lucius. lucy. luka. lukas. maple. meadow. melody. oak. oakly. olive. petunia. primrose. rafan. raiden. rampage. rayaan. rayden. rein. riot. roe. sage. scout. sprout. trax. trevor. tucker. violet. vixen. willow.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aer. ant/ler. antler/antler. ash/ash. berry/berry. branch/branche. buck/buck. ce/cer. clove/clove. cross/cross. curse/curse. daisy/daisy. deer/deer. demon/demon. devil/devil. dirt/dirt. doe/doe. dust/dust. escape/escape. evil/evil. fae/faer. faun/faun. fawn/fawn. fern/fern. fir/fir. for/forest. h…/h…m. hazel/hazel. hex/hex. hide/hide. hol/holly. hoof/hoof. horn/horn. hurt/hurt. hy/hym. limp/limp. lone/lone. lost/lost. pine/pine. riot/riot. ruin/ruin. run/run. scare/scare. sh…/h…r. shock/shock. shy/hyr. shy/shy. stab/stab. stag/stag. stalk/stalk. stare/stare. th…y/th…m. thy/thym. wild/wild. 🌱 . 🌲 . 🌿 . 🍁 . 🍂 . 🏔 . 🏞 . 🦌 .

[tecontos]

Sou uma Punheteira de mão cheia (o inicio de tudo).

By; Lily

Oi TeContos. Vou me identificar como Lily, sou atriz, não sou das mais famosas minha carreira ainda é curta, mas você já deve ter me visto, já fiz 5 novelas, 3 filmes de repercussão nacional, participações em programas na TV e propagandas nacionais . Já trabalhei na Globo, no SBT, na Record e em outros canais menores. Quase todos que leem este texto, já viram o meu rosto nas telinhas pelo menos uma vez na vida.

Atualmente tenho 23 anos, me cuido bastante e pareço que tenho menos. Consegui meu espaço na carreira artística principalmente por causa do meu rosto, que sempre foi muito elogiado pelos diretores. Nunca fui do tipo gostosona, mas tenho o IMC perfeito. Minha bunda não é grande, mas é bem redondinha. Meus seios estão entre pequenos e médios. Os bicos deles chamam a atenção pois têm aréolas largas.

Sempre adorei ler contos eróticos. Eu vinha planejando há vários anos fazer as minhas confissões. E esse momento chegou! Hoje vou contar uma das minhas maiores taras: bater punheta para os homens. Sim, isso mesmo! Você não leu errado! Sou uma verdadeira punheteira! Essa tara é tão diferente que definitivamente não é fácil compartilhar pessoalmente com ninguém. Quase ninguém vai entender. Só tive uma amiga que abri o jogo sobre os meus desejos punheteiros. Ela também é uma atriz muito famosa e uma pessoa que me entende em tudo. Ela brinca com essa minha tara por punheta me chamando de “punheteira” sempre que tem uma chance. Morro de rir! Quando eu olho um homem enquanto estamos juntas, ela pisca pra mim fazendo o gesto de punheta. Eu digo rindo: “nem me fala! Com esse aí, eu ia ficar sem braço!” E ela tem toda razão: sou mesmo uma punheteira!

Não sei porque sou uma mulher que gosta tanto de punheta. Já refleti várias vezes sobre o que meus fãs e os colegas de trabalho pensariam dessa minha tara. Talvez não seria tão estranho assim, pois artistas em geral são meio malucos. As pessoas não fazem ideia como muitos atores são gente com a mente desconectada da realidade. Quase todos os vídeos pornôs que eu gosto de assistir, são de “handjob” ou “tugjobs”, ou punheta em inglês. Fico procurando todas as possíveis variações de punheta ou “handjobs”. Mas gosto mesmo é de punheta amadora, especialmente em público, no mato, em um banheiro público, em estranhos. Não faço a mínima ideia quantas mulheres também têm tara por punheta, mas eu sou uma delas. A grande verdade é que gosto muito mais de fetiches do que da penetração pura e simples. Sou mais imaginativa. Não é a toa que sou atriz! Já até assinei um pacote de sites de “handjob” para tentar ver mais conteúdos diversificados, mas me decepcionei e cancelei a inscrição. Era tudo muito polido demais! Prefiro mesmo os amadores.

Eu descobri o tesão pela punheta com o meu primeiro namorado aos 16 anos, ele tinha 18 na época. Lembro de ficar hipnotizada assistindo ele batendo punheta debaixo do chuveiro. Deixem-me contar essa história super diferente!

A mãe do meu primeiro namorado era diferetentona. Ela deixava eu vê-lo tomando banho, mas deixava claro que não aceitava putaria dentro de casa dela. A gente obedecia com seriedade. Como a mãe dele sabia que adolescentes sozinhos são como fogo e palha, ela fazia marcação cerrada. Era um misto de liberar e puxar as rédeas aos mesmo tempo. Jamais entendi a mente da mãe dele. Ela era um mulher estranha pra dizer o mínimo.

A casa dele era muito liberal pra nudez. Todo mundo tomava banho de porta meio aberta. Moravam ele, a mãe, a irmã mais velha e a avó. Já vi, mesmo sem querer, todos daquela casa sem roupa. Eu já nem me importava mais. Mas as coisas não eram tão liberais assim como pareciam. A mãe do meu primeiro namorado não deixava a gente tomar banho juntos e nem ficarmos sozinhos em casa ou trancados no quarto. Nessa parte ela monitorava bastante. Porém, devido à liberdade com relação à nudez, ela permitia que eu ficasse dentro do banheiro, com a porta entreaberta, olhando ele enquanto tomava banho. Sim, acredite se quiser! Era realmente assim! Eu ficava sentada no vaso ou de pé, com o box entreaberto e a gente ficava ali conversando sobre coisas do dia a dia de adolescente enquanto eu o via se ensaboando. Mas eu nunca tirei a roupa lá, pois a mãe dele nunca mencionou que eu podia, afinal eu era uma estranha na casa. Na época eu era virgem e tinha pegado no pau dele rapidamente algumas vezes, mas a gente ainda não tinha feito praticamente nada.

Quando a mãe dele não estava perto do banheiro, ele ficava batendo pra eu ver. Eu nunca ensaboei ele, pois a mãe dele dizia que só me deixava ficar na hora do banho com ele se fosse com respeito. Eu sei que é estranho, mas era assim que funcionava! Eu ficava com tesão e com medo da mãe dele aparecer e o ver batendo. Os banhos dele eram sempre rápidos e não havia muito tempo pra ele ficar ali batendo por vários minutos até gozar. A mãe e a vó dele também estavam sempre por perto, circulando pela casa. Ele pedia pra eu vigiar, pois o barulho do chuveiro era alto e se a mãe dele tivesse vindo, ele não ouvia. Como não podíamos fechar a porta, ele batia um pouquinho quando dava. Várias vezes ele nem conseguia gozar, pois a mãe dele andava pelos corredores e até entrava no banheiro pra pegar alguma coisa. A porta estava sempre entreaberta. Quando ela entrava, eu olhava pra baixo e ficava tímida. Eu ficava gelada de medo da mãe dele ver, mas amava vê-lo batendo punheta! Tempos bons!

Quando ela entrava no banheiro de repente, dizia meio brincando e meio séria:

- “estou de olho em vocês hein, comportem-se”.

A casa era pequena e as chances de sermos pegos era alta. Mas quando a casa ficava silenciosa, ele me olhava e perguntava:

- “será que dá?”.

Eu já sabia sobre o que ele estava falando. Eu ia na ponta dos pés até porta pra conferir se a barra estava limpa e respondia:

- “acho que dá”.

Ele deixava o box entreaberto por segurança quando ele ia bater, então eu não conseguia ver 100% aquela punheta que eu amava. Eu tinha que ficar mais ou menos perto da porta para vigiar. Era uma mistura de frio na barriga com tesão. Eu então autorizava ele a bater. O pau dele duro tinha 17cm e era muito bonito. Sempre gostei de observar a beleza dos pênis. Esse é outro tesão oculto meu! Eu ficava hipnotizada vendo ele bater e ficava muito molhada. Ele não gozava rápido. Então tive a sorte de vê-lo gozar não mais do que umas 3 vezes. Eu amava vê-lo gemendo em silêncio, enquanto me olhava com cara de tesão. Quanto eu tinha sorte e dava tempo, eu tinha o prazer de ver os jatos voando.

Eu tinha vontade de tirar meus peitos pra ajudar no estímulo, mas o medo de adolescente era muito grande e eu ficava ali parada com tesão e com o coração a mil. Eu sempre fui muito curiosa e perguntava muitas coisas enquanto ele batia: se tava gostoso bater, qual era a velocidade melhor, o jeito melhor de bater, o quanto de porra costumava sair. Eu queria entender e saber tudo! Até ele achava curioso que eu fizesse tantas perguntas. Quando ele gozava, ele puxava bem o prepúcio pra trás e parava de movimentar. O pau ficava ali pulsando e jorrando os jatos de porra. Eu achava demais e caía o queixo nessa hora. Eu sempre dizia animada:

- “nossa! Saiu muito!”

Ele ria e dizia:

- “consegui me concentrar mas pensei que não ia dar tempo.”

Ele perguntava se eu gostava de ver e eu respondia: “muito”.

Tenho um perfil de mulher dominadora. Isso assusta os homens. Sou sempre eu quem está no controle na hora do sexo. Fico falando e pedindo que ele faça as coisas. Se eu não estiver no controle, não consigo gozar. Estou sempre perguntando, falando e pedindo coisas.

Acredito que o meu primeiro namorado me ajudou a gostar de ver e bater punheta para os homens. Massagear um pau até gozar, é uma das coisas que eu mais gosto de fazer na hora do sexo.

Eu adoro bater punheta! Eu sou tarada por punheta! É muito libertador confessar isso! É como tirar um peso da consciência, sabe. Quem imaginaria que uma atriz de TV (conhecida) como eu é uma punheteira na intimidade? Mas não tenho mais vergonha dessa minha tara. Sou uma mulher honrada, honesta, que trabalha, paga as contas e não deve nada a ninguém, tenho apenas uma tara diferente.

Esse foi o meu primeiro relato, logo volto para contar sobre algumas punhetas que bati em alguns caras.

Obrigada. Até a próxima!

Enviado ao Te Contos por Lily

[comfytickles]

Crows Feather!

Pairings: Rax x Lili

Warnings: None!

Lee: Raz

Ler: Lili

This is a sfw Psychonauts tickle fic. Scroll if this ain't your thing!

"So, has this got anything to do with psychonaut training?"

"Nope!"

The two little psychonauts sat in the tree fort at the dead centre of the Questionable area. Lili had managed to drag Raz away from Sasha's "intriguing" lectures after a little convincing. Raz furrowed his brows and stared blankly at Lili.

"Then why are we even here? Is this one of those moments you keep telling me about?"

Lili burst into a fit of hushed giggles and shook her head, leaving the goggle-wearing psychic even more perplexed.

"No Raz, this is to do with a… test!"

"A test, huh?"

Raz looked unconvinced. This wasn't the first time his girlfriend toyed with his expectations. He gave Lili an awkward grimace and gestured for her to explain.

"Yeah! A test to see if we have similar reactions."

Okay, now Raz was confused.

"Lili, all people have different reactions. I mean, your reaction to a difficult situation is arson."

Lili shrugged with a laugh, to which Raz giggled. This was true of course and she knew it. But this… test was a little different. It was something she had been waiting a long time to do.

"Shut up moron."

"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it? Burn my goggles?"

The two giggled for a while before Lili reached into her bag. Raz looked curiously over her shoulder before she pushed him away.

"Hey! What gives?"

Raz pouted slightly and crossed his arms. Whatever Lili was getting had better be worth it or else he wouldn't be leaving Sasha's lab for these "trips in the woods" anymore. Lili pulled the object out of her bag and hid it behind her back.

"Don't be such a drama queen, Raz."

"I wouldn't be if you just showed me what you're hiding!"

Raz moved a bit forward and reached for Lili's hand, but she quickly moved out of reach. She grinned and shook her head, leaving Rax to roll his eyes and sigh in defeat. This girl… What about her Raz found cute was beyond him. She giggled. Oh wait, now he remembers.

"Raz, do you remember that time at Whispering Rocks—"

"There were many times at Whispering Rocks Lili."

"No, the one where you were using an object to get information out of people?"

Raz looked frankly amused, leaning back lazily on one of the walls.

"That still doesn't narrow it down."

Lili pulled the object out from behind her back and twirled it around between her fingers. Raz went red in the face.

"Oh so you remember this crow's feather, do ya?"

"I— Y-Yeah. I used that to—"

"Tickle me?"

Raz shifted uncomfortably against the wall and tried to bite back a nervous giggle.

"No! I used it to—"

"Tickle other people?"

Lili looked like she'd won the lottery and honestly? In this situation she may as well have. Raz, unfortunately, had gone bankrupt. The pyro-girl looked fondly at the silky black feather shining dully in the gaps of light.

"I'm not ticklish Lili."

Raz was avoiding Lili's triumphant gaze and instead chose to look at a nearby bird, perched on one of Bob's thick vines. He didn't notice the large, transparent hand gliding towards his legs. With a yelp he was pulled up into the air by his feet, his hands swayed limply alongside his head and torso.

"Oh really? Well, let's just test that theory."

"It's not a theory! It's aAEE—"

Raz jolted harshly and swung back, away from the black feather. In the rukus of being strung upside-down, his turtleneck had shifted up to reveal his pale, yellow belly.

"What was that Raz? It isn't a theory?"

Lili swirled the feather teasingly around Raz's naval, making him buck and whine. There were moments where the feather dipped into the naval, causing the junior psychonaut to squeak in protest.

"Lili please!"

"No, no, I think you're right. It isn't a theory. It's a lie~"

She pulled back the bottom of the turtleneck and slid the feather up and down the little guy's side. He twisted around, holding his breath and biting his tongue. No way is he gonna break. Psychonauts don't have weaknesses like this! Well, maybe Psychonauts don't, but he wasn't too sure about Junior Psychonauts.

"L-Lili— gheehe— st-stop it!"

"Hehe~ It tickles, dosen't it Raz?"

He nodded involuntarily and closed his eyes. This was a bad decision. With Raz's attention based solely on holding back his giggles, it left Lili with the opportunity to add in a few helping hands.

"ghhnnnahaha—! waitwaitwait! Don't use your haahahaands! Liliiii!"

Lili knew it was unfair. After all, Raz didn't tickle her like this. But then again, this was adorable. Watching your boyfriend squirm around and cover his face in an attempt to salvage his dignity? Now that was a sight Lili couldn't pass up. Not for the life of her.

"Why not Raz? Gimme one good reason—"

"C-Cause I diiihihihidn'— gosh please! I didn't dohoho this to yooohohohohou~! Ahahahahaaaha!"

Lili's hands made their way down to Raz's armpits and she grinned. A horrible winning grin. Panting, Raz shook his head in desperation, his cheeks alight with colour. Why would she do this? It was so embarrassing! The fingers dug into the hollows and Raz barked out a loud laugh.

"Tickle tickle tickle Raz~ Somebody's way too ticklish for their own good."

"Noooo! Don't dooohohohoo that! Don't tease meeehehehee! Please!"

He thrashed around in his girlfriend's hold and tried to pry her hands away. Well, this wouldn't do. Lili wanted no obstructions to her "playtime", and these hands were proving to be quite the problem. A second large, transparent hand joined the first, grabbing Raz's wrists roughly and pulling them above his head.

"L-Lili, d-don't! I'm sorry for tickling you that day!"

Slowly, the little psychonaut was turned the right way up. He was grinning nervously down at Lili, clenching and unclenching his gloved hands. Lili squeezed his sides and watched as Raz's knees raised in a desperate attempt to block the sensation.

"Alright Raz, I'll give you a fighting chance!"

Raz looked perplexed as Lili readied herself in the position to lunge. He was dropped with a loud thud, before being tackled by the smaller. Her hands dug into anywhere she could reach and Raz screamed.

"Stoppit! Stooahaha—! Ahahahaaa!"

The amount of "coochie coos" and "kitchy-kitchys" was unbearable! Too bad Lili was having the time of her life, unable to see her boyfriend's gradually increasing embarrassment. He pushed at her shoulders but that just left his hollows open for further assault. Except, Lili didn't go all the way up…

"If you keep struggling like that, I'll have to bring back the hands!"

"Nonono! Anything b-fuuuheheheee—!"

Lili didn't even know Raz's voice could get this high. Until now of course. She paused briefly to examine which area she had drilled into.

"Oooh~! Looks like someone's got ticklish ribs!"

"Y-You should know by now that I'm ticklish everywhere."

Raz admitted this with an air of respect. To what about this situation he respected, he wasn't entirely sure. For all he knew, Lili was just really, really good at revenge-tickles.

"I thought you said you weren't—"

"I was obviously lying."

With a squeak and another hysterical push at Lili's shoulders, the young psychonaut's ribs were assaulted with scribbling fingers. Oh how wonderful. By now Raz's laughter had caught the attention of Nona and Cruller, who were now standing at the bottom of the tree.

"Now what're you kids doin' up there?"

"You're not doing anything bad are you pootie?"

The tickling ceased immediately and the pair hastily separated. Raz was blushing an intense shade of red and Lili was sporting a bashful yet noticeably smug grin.

"N-No Nona! We were just—... Uhm…"

Lili was staring at Raz still wearing the smug grin. His train of thought crashed and burned, leaving his voice to fade part-way through the sentence. Lili decided it would be better to calmly sort the situation out. Sike.

"I was tickling Raz"

Raz let out an audible shout of indignation, followed shortly by a sharp squeak.

"Lili! Stop!"

"Wha~at? It's just Ford and Nona?"

"Yeah that's the main reason why—"

Nona said something briefly to Ford and the kid's went quiet.

"Kinda deserved after that whole crow's feather situation."

Ford said this as if he remembered it like it had happened yesterday. Lili let out a laugh of triumph and Raz, now mortified, covered his face. Seems like even Ford remembered that stupid crow's feather. Jeez, he was never gonna live that down…

"You really aren't Raz."

"Yes, it seems like your girlfriend is intent on reminding you that pootie."

Great and now they were reading his mind.

"It's annoying isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Just like the crow's feather."

Raz groaned in exasperation and held his face in his hands.

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyooo friend! Are you well? I hope so! So, my request might be slightly unusual, so please feel free to decline😅. Can I please request a fic with Lee! Douma x Ler! Reader (gender up to you, but preferably male) who loves flustering Douma by tickling him but who is not ticklish in the slightest?❄🌈. I'm usually not one for reader-inserts, but after your fantastic Koku x reader for tickletober, I gor hooked🤣

Hey friend! As of writing this, I'm doing pretty good! I hope you're doing alright :3 Oh my, this is so CUTE! I love some good ol' Lee!Douma to start the return from my hiatus, so I've gotcha covered!

As is all my Reader inserts- the reader is gender neutral for inclusivity!

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@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @wolfyeatstacos @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @t-wordiiish @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @giggly-toybox

“Why hello there, (Y/N).” Douma looked over his shoulder at you, smiling as you draped yourself across his back. “Missed me already?”

“Hmm.” You hummed against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You’ve been going non-stop for what seemed like years, tearing up every corner of Japan in search of the Blue Spider Lily. The results have been…lacking.

The fact you were able to walk away from Lord Muzan with your head still on your shoulders was a miracle. All you wanted to do was melt into your boyfriend and drown in the sound of his laughter.

One wasn’t physically possible, but the other…

“Hm? Did you fall asleep back there?” Douma asked when you didn’t make a sound, leaning more into him. “Funny (Y/N), you know we don’t need sle-ehehe!”

“Shhh, I’m resting my eyes.” You mumbled, unable to fight off a smile as you began to curl your fingers against his sides. “Don’t move so much.”

“Aheahha-aheahhahaha! (Y-(Y/N)! Gehahahhaa, wahhahait, wahhahit hohohohld ohoohohn! Gehahahhahaahaha!” Douma twitched as he leaned forward, already giggling. “Noohohoho fahahir- yoohohohu can’t juuuhhust go and dohohoho thhahahaht!”

“Hush- didn’t I already tell you I’m resting?” You wrapped your arms further around him, tapping your fingers against hard muscles as Douma folded in half, laughing the entire way. “You’re so noisy, Dou. Really, really noisy!”

“Yohoohohou’re the ohoohohne tihihiihckling me- ehehehahahahahhaha!” Squeaking, Douma completely collapsed against the tatami mats lining his space, unable to fight off the peals of mirth building up in his chest. “(Y/N), nohohohohoht thehehehehhehere!”

“Not where?” You mumbled with a giggle of your own, nuzzling the spot between his shoulder blades. It was terribly ticklish- the spot that never failed to get your boyfriend on the edge. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. I don’t know what “where” is.” Your hands moved to the lowest parts of his waist, squeezing rapidly and making him thrash. “Stay still- I’m getting comfortable.”

“Yohohohou and I bohohohoth knohohow thahahaht’s impohohohossible! Agheahhahhahaha!” In a moment of revenge, Douma shot his hand back and grabbed your knee, squeezing. The result…

“Nohohohoho fahhhahahahair!” He cried when you didn’t react- choosing to intensify your tickling instead. “Yhoohohoohu’re nohohohoht tihihiihihcklish at ahahahhahall!”

“What? Of course I am. I’m very ticklish!” You leaned up so your chin rested on his shoulder, speaking into his neck. “I’m super ticklish right here…especially when you do this~”

“(Y/N)!” Douma all but howled when you began nibbling on his neck and ears, making him scrunch up the best he could. It meant nothing- you had him right where you wanted him. “AHEHAHAHHA COOHOHOHME OHOHOHOHON! THIHIHIHS IS UUHUHUHUHNJUUHUHUST! UHUUHUHNFAHHAHAIR! UUHUHUHNCAHHAHALLED FOHOHOHOR!”

“Yes yes, how terrible it must be for Lord Douma- tickled to near death by a lower ranked demon.” You cooed at him, shooting your hands up and digging into his pits- making him fall silent in mirth. “You know- maybe I’ll challenge you for the spot; all I need to do is tickle you to win- I could be Upper Rank 2!” Then you cringed, suddenly disgruntled. “Ew- nevermind; that’s way too much work.”

“YOHOHOHU’D BEEHEHEH GOOHOHOHOD AT IHIHIHI!” Douma cried when he got his voice back, reaching out and catching your hands. “Oohohokay, hoohohkay, that’s enohohohugh.” His voice slowly grew more soft as the remaining giggles passed, leaving him curled up on his side. It was times like this you imagined what he’d look like human- cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he struggled to take in air.

You reached out, pushing his bangs free from his face and running a thumb beneath the misty tears forming on his cheeks. “Did I go too far?” You asked.

Douma only laughed, pulling you into his arms and twisting so he was on top. Adjusting his weight so not to crush you, he cushioned his head against your shoulder with a soft hum. “Never. I’d gladly let you tickle me to the end of time if it means I get to see you so happy.”

Demons didn’t blush, but you felt the phantom feeling of heat on your cheeks at his remark. Smiling, you ran a hand through his long hair, playing with the ends as he got comfy. “You’re right about earlier. I did miss you while I was gone. I missed you alot.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet.” Douma giggled- squeezing you close to him. “I missed you too. I’ll try to ask Lord Muzan for more time with you.”

“That’s gonna go well.”

“I’m his favorite- he’ll listen to me.” Douma stuck his tongue out, grinning when you mock bit at it. “But you’re my favorite snow angel. You always will be.”

“Promise?” You asked, holding out your pinky. Douma didn’t hesitate, wrapping his icy one around yours.

“Promise.”

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Code pink

🎂:The Loud House

🍫:Luanne

🧁: All siblings

A/N : sorry about the lack of writing! I’ve been being super lazy and lacking any real ideas I’ve enjoyed, but this one showed up with the loud house! Because of the inspiration, this one’s kinda long lol. If you want to see more Loud house fics let me know!! :D also, in case you weren’t clear: Luanne’s my favorite character:3(I feel like I might have overused the haha- get it? After Luanne’s puns so I hope it doesn’t get annoying lol)

Also also- all platonic!! No incest on my blog!!!

Code pink

It was a normal Saturday morning in the loud house.

Which means, to any other household, it would be completely abnormal. Lori was on the phone, Lola was driving around, Lana was tracking mud in the house- you get the idea.

Luna awoke to the hustle and bustle of her home, and stood up to stretch.

Luanne was already awake, looking through her comedy supplies for… something.

“G’morning sis! How’d ya sleep!”

Luanne stuffed something in her pocket surreptitiously and turned around.

“Oh! I slept great! Kinda worried tho.. I think my pillow was lying behind my back! Haha- get it!”

Luna groaned- classic Luanne.

“What about you, Luna?”

“Ah, I slept awesome, dude!”

“Good!” Luanne smiled, and then whispered under her breath “you’re gonna need it”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

Instead of answering, Luanne turned to Luna with a mischievous glare and a glimmer in her eyes.

“Uhhh, why are you lookin’ at me like that, brah?”

She smiled and wiggled her fingers in Luna’s direction. Immediately, Luna jumped

In the air and out into the hall, and shouted.

“Code pink everyone! This is not a drill!!!”

As soon as she shouted that, there was a large bustle as all the loud siblings scrambled and scattered.

Lincoln talked to.., someone? While he was running.

“You may be wondering, what’s code pink? Well… Luanne is a notorious tickle monster in the loud house-“ Lincoln remembers some iconic moments..

———

“Gotcha! I bet you’re just dying of laughter! Ha ha- get it!” Luanne joked, with a frantically giggling Lucy under her hands stuck in her coffin. “Luahahane! Stohohop- gihihihigling ihis nohot myhy styhyhyle!”

“Aww, but I just love tickling you pink! Or I guess tickling you black, in your case haha, get it!”

———

“Oh no! Lenny! There’s a monster in here!”

“What! Where! What is it?!”

“It’s… the tickle monster! Rawhh!” Luanne pounced on Lenny, scribbling her fingers all over her sides.

“Eeehee! Luahahahnne!!”

Luanne deepened her voice.

“I’m not Luanne, I’m the tickle monster! And I must say your outfit really tickles my fancy! Muahaha, get it!”

———

“Luahahanne! Whyhyhy!”

Lincoln giggled helplessly in the window seat of vanzilla, leaning away and futilely pushing at Luanne’s hands.

“I’m just taking some laughy taffy for the road! Haha- get it!”

———

He shivered at that last memory. “And sometimes, she goes into full tickle monster mode.”

“This has happened enough times for us to come up with a code- code pink. You know when you hear that, there’s a rogue tickle monster Luanne on the loose- and she won’t stop until she’s turned all of us into a giggly puddle”

“So yeah, running might seem pretty pointless, but let me tell you a secret.” He begins whispering, now behind a garbage can. “None of us really mind- it’s all in good fun.”

He speaks at a normal volume again. “But we like turning into a fun game- and we know Luanne enjoys it too!”

Meanwhile, Luna wasn’t able to run fast enough to avoid capture.

“Ahh, my first meal! I can wait to… dig in! Haha- get it!” At the pun, Luanne started, true to her words, digging into Luna’s stomach.

Luna burst into laughter at the contact, her loud nature extending to her laughter. “EeeyahahaH! Yohohou’rehehe sohoHO ruthleheheHESS, LUAHHAHNNE! AHHAHA!”

“This is barely anything! I could get real mean!

“WAHAHAIT! NOHO ANYHYHYTHIHIHING BHUHUT THAHAT! I CAHAHANT!”

“I haven’t even done it yet!”

“BUHUHUT YOUHOHOU’REHE GOHOHING TOHOHOO!”

“Fine, you caught me there! Not as much as I caught you though! Hahaha- get it!” after the pun, Luanne took a deep breath and blew a raspberry right on Luna’s tummy.

“EEEHAHAHAHA CRAHAHAHAP- NOHOHO!”

Luanne giggles. “You’re lucky I have some other siblings to catch! But I’ll catch you later!!”

Luna giggled a bit and stood, dusting herself off, and went to go hangout in the living room.

Luanne started walking through the house through all the chaos. Some siblings were hiding, others were just running around. Lynn was one of the latter.

Luanne spotted her amongst the chaos and decided she was up next. She skipped through the chaotic house until she was right at the bottom of the stairs.

Lynn didn’t notice her and tried to run up, but Luanne caught her by the shirt and pulled her into a hug from behind.

“Look who it is!”

Lynn burst into giggles of anticipation and frantically spoke.

“Lu-Luanne can’t we, can’t we talk about this? Heheh.”

“Nope! You’re gonna be the tickle monsters next snack and you’re gonna like it! I can’t help that I’m hungry for giggles! I think it’s about time for me to sink my teeth in! Haha- get it!”

Once again, true to the words, Luanne started gently nibbling at Lynn’s neck, causing her already giggly sister to fold over herself as much as she could while trapped in a hug. She squirmed around helplessly in Luanne’s arms, trapped in perpetual laughter.

“Aww looks like we have a wiggly, giggly Lynn!” Luanne started to spider on Lynn’s torso, causing her to kick her legs frantically.

“Dohohont sahahay thahahat! Pfffhahahahaha!”

“Why not? Is it flustering? Does it make my tickly tickles worse??”

“YEHEHEHESS!”

“Yay!! But it’s about time for me to bounce! I got some other siblings to see! So I’ll throw you a bone! A funny bone! Haha- get it!”

Lynn just stood there for a moment, shaking herself off, before going to join Luna on the couch.

“She’s unstoppable, man.”

“You got that right. Phew.”

As Luanne skipped up the stairs, whistling and giggling whimsically, Lisa took out her pencil and started to write. “Test subject appears to be satisfied with the results of her work. More study is needed.”

“What ya doin’, Lis?” Luna called from the couch.

“Shhh. I’m doing field research. I am attempting to find out what about this form of whimsical activity that Luanne enjoys. As well as maybe the source of these moods.”

“Well good luck, Lis. Pound it!” Luna sticks out her fist and Lisa returns the fist bump before moving on to follow Luanne.

The next sibling on the chopping block was Lola, she was driving around in her pink car. Luanne hopped in and seemed to appear suddenly. “Ahh! Luanne!”

Luanne picked up Lola and took over the car, scratching gently at her knees.

“Guess I’m taking this meal to go! Haha- get it!”

Lola’s screechy giggles filled the house, as she kicked wildly.

“Nohohoho!”

“You don’t get it? I thought it was pretty obvious!” Luanne teased, giggling slightly.

“Nohohohot THAHAT! NOHO TOHO THEHE TIHIHICKLES!”

“What? You don’t like my tickly tickly tickles! I thought you loved them!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUP!”

“You didn’t disagree~” Luanne pulled the last move for this victim; some pinches to the knees and thighs.

“But I’ll leave ya for now. Hope I didn’t drive you up the wall! Haha- get it?” Luanne hopped out of the pink car and went in her merry way.

“Test subject appears to enjoy making jokes about the activity and the people surrounding it- this is very in character for the test subject.” Lisa jotted down.

“Are you using us as test subjects again?!” Lola said angrily as she was about to head downstairs.

“No. Just Luanne. And I’m not using any dangerous chemicals, calm down.”

“Ooookaaayyy…” Lola glared at Lisa as she headed downstairs and sat on the couch.

Luanne decided to go for Lana next. The twins usually weren’t too far apart from eachother, so the little froggy was sure to be around here somewhere.

“Lana~ where are you~ the tickle monsters hungry and your giggles sound delicious~~” Luanne teased across the halls in a sing-song.

In the bathroom, Lana covered her mouth to stifle giggles. She always got so riled up when this happened!

“Are you in your favorite place in the house, Lana~~ I think you are!”

The voice came closer to the bathroom where she was hiding behind the shower curtain.

Luanne heard muffled giggles coming from the bathroom and knew she was right.

“Boo!” She pulled back the curtain and scooped up Lana, tickling her ribs.

“Eehehee! Hehehey, Luahahanne!”

“That’s Ms. Tickle monster to you! I knew you’d be in here, you always hide in the bathroom.”

“Dahaharn! I rehehally neheheed Toho fihihind a nehehew hihihidihihing spohohot!”

“I’d say! That way I don’t tickle you so hard you bring out the water works! Haha, get it?”

“Uhuhugh! Yehehehes! Youhohoure soho cheheheesy!”

“Well you must find me funny, you’re laughing aren’t you?”

“Thahahats becahahause yohohoure tihihihicklihihing mehehee!”

Luanne abruptly stopped, leaving Lana in leftover giggles. “No I’m not! Hehe! Gotta run! Still gotta buncha little pockets of giggles to feast on!”

Luanne let Lana down and the younger went to go downstairs, while the older went off once more- a curious little scientist behind her.

“Subject appears to enjoy the sound of laughter- although I feel as though this was already known about the test subject. No other indicators have yet been given.”

Next: Luanne spotted a familiar green dress underneath a lampshade. “Oh, wow, wherever could Lenny be~ she’s such a good hider!”

Lenny giggled a little in her hiding spot- she was pretending to be a lamp!

“Hmm, guess she’s not here….”

Lenny giggles some more and sighed.

“Just kidding!” Luanne pulled off the lamp shade and pulled Lenny to the ground.

“Sorry if I upset you there! Don’t mean to throw shade! Haha- get it!”

“I dohoho! Eheheee!”

“You’re always the least squirmy of the bunch! Bet all that laughter makes you feel light as a feather!” As she said that, she pulled a feather from out of her pocket- the one she hid earlier- and started

To flutter it against Lenny’s ears.

“Eheee! Thahahats reheheally tihihihickly!”

“I know~ hehe, isn’t it great?”

Lenny nodded a bit.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself! But now I gotta fly! Haha- get it!” Luanne stopped and hekored Lenny up.

Lenny looked toward the ceiling for a sec before saying “I actually don’t get it…”

“That’s okay! But I got some other siblings to find!”

“Okay! Bye, Luanne!” Lenny walked down the stairs and joined her fellow captured siblings.

“Hmm.. curious. Test subject appears to be pleased by the fact that her victims are enjoying themselves. This is a very enlightening development.” Lisa still creeped behind Luanne.

Next- Lori. Now, Luanne never went to get with Lori- she knew that her oldest sister wasn’t really a fan of the whole tickling thing- but she made an effort to at least get her a little. So, she went into Lori’s room and checked around, finding her in the closet.

“Hey~~ Lori!”

“H-hi, Luanne. Please don’t be too mean.”

“Oh, you know I never am with you! Now c’mere.” Luanne just gave Lori a big hug, lightly tracing her arms for a moment.

Lori giggled a bit and then Luanne pulled away from the hug. “Love ya, sis!”

Lori looked down embarrassed at her ticklishness. “Love you too.” She stood and walked out of the closet, joining the others.

Lisa once again took a note. “In relation to previous observation- Test subject in fact seems to find enjoyment of the other party quite important. This is intriguing.”

Next- Lucy. Luanne walked towards the attic, calling out.

“Oh Lucy~~ the tickle monster wants to say hi~~ I know how much you like your secret dark place~~

Lucy gasped and covered her mouth. She was, in fact, in her secret dark place. The back corner of the attic.

Luanne entered the spooky attic. “Lucy~~~ I know you’re in here~ are you ready for the tickles~~”

Lucy covered her mouth and held her breath. (She was being dramatic- she liked pretending it was a horror movie.)

“There you are! Get over here, spooky!”

“Gasp! I’ve been caught.”

“Yup! And now you’re gonna giggle at the hands of the tickle monster! Rawr!” Luanne pulled Lucy in and started to squeeze her sides.

“Man it’s dark in here! Thankfully your smile will brighten it up! Hahaha, get it!”

“Sahahadly, yehehes. Ahahand I CAHAHANT evehehen dohoho myhyhy sihihihigh!”

“That’s right! Your gigglin’ too hard! I could just eat you up!” Right after saying that, Luanne started pretending to ‘eat’ Lucy’s stomach, blowing small raspberries. “Nom nom nom!”

“Pfhahahahaha! Luahahhane!” Lucy’s whispery giggles echoed through the attic like the wind through trees.

“Huh, that’s weird, usually my food doesn’t talk to me. Huh-“ she paused for a moment before continuing.

“Ohohohokay! Ihihim lauhahhaughihihing ahahare yohohou hahahappy!”

“Yes. Very. Lucky for you, I’m not quite done with my mission yet! Buh-bye!”

Luanne left the attic and continued to search.

Lucy smiled slightly. She may pretend it’s the bane of her existence, but it’s actually not so bad. She needs to laugh once in a while. “Bye, Luanne.��� She whispered before heading down the latter to the attic towards the living room.

“Hmm.. test subject appears to be almost complete- code pink is almost over. I have the answer to the first question- why does she enjoy this?(she enjoys making others happy/laugh) But, the second, what causes these moods, is left unanswered.

Lisa followed Luanne down- and the floor boards creaked. “… crap”

Lincoln looked around from his hiding spot in the garbage can in the hallway. “No! Lisa!” He whispered.

Lisa looked at him, but nodded as if to say it was fine.

Luanne turned. “That’s why I haven’t seen you! You’ve been behind me this whole time! But I’ve gotcha now!”

“Ihihit whahas wohohorth ihihit! Fohohor scihehence!”

“Well then, guess this is a good reaction! Haha, get it? “

“Sooo.. why were ya studying me?”

“I whihihill infohohorm yohohou and eveheheryohohine ehehelse ihihim thehe lihihiving quahaharters.”

“Alrighty then! Just a couple more siblings to go! Can’t wait to see your conclusion!” Luanne stepped away and Lisa nodded.

“I am excited to inform you. I will be joining our siblings now.”

“Okay! Byee!” Luanne said as she walked away to look for Lincoln.

“Lincoln~~ come out come out wherever you are~~”

Lincoln was probably the most ticklish loud- by far. He was basically a walking tickle spot! And Luanne knew it.

After a minute or so, Luanne spotted a tuft of white hair behind the garbage can.

“Found ya!”

“Ahahaha! Luahahahanee!” She had begun to dig into his ribs and side, causing him to burst out laughing.

“Hey Lincoln! I would tease you for being so ticklish, but I don’t like trash talk! Haha, get it!

“Yeehahaha I gehehehet ihihit! Ahahand i cahahahant hehehelp IHIHIHIT!”

“I know! And I can’t help the fact that your giggles are so gosh darn cute!”

“Thehehey ahahahre NOHOHOT!”

“Oh they so are.”

Lincoln blushed and covered his face.

“Behheehe QUHUHUIHIHIET!”

“No way~~ teasing is half the fun! Besides~~ it’s true!”

“EHEhee! OKAHAHAY OKAY!”

“Had enough?”

Lincoln nodded.

“Alrighty then! Meet ya downstairs!”

Luanne went down and saw all her siblings siting in the couch together, Lincoln a little giggly still. She saw lily, and picked her up.

“And lastly, the baby.” She blew a raspberry and then set Lily down.

“Alright! Another successful code pink for Luanne!”

“Indeed. And now- I will share the results of my field study.”

Everyone turned to look at Lisa as she spoke.

“During today’s code pink, I took the initiative to do an experiment I’ve wanted to do for a while now- what exactly about tickling does Luanne enjoy so much? As well as the cause of these moods she gets in. “

“Ohhhh!” Luanne said. “That’s cool! I mean, you could’ve just asked, but I want to see what you think!”

“Okay then. The evidence I have found is this:

Luanne enjoys making people laugh, as we all knew, especially the ones she cares about, ergo, us. This is just another way to do it. She enjoys the sound of our laughter. She also appears to be satisfied by the idea that she has made us laugh, why by this particular method? I’m not sure. She also likes to make puns about it- but again, we all knew that. This is just another avenue for her puns to be explored and expressed- especially since she knows we will laugh.

However, a more interesting development- is the fact that Luanne is aware we are having a good time- and finds this quite important. I hypothesize that if one of us were to express discontent, she would not tickle us at all. She enjoys doing this to make others happy.

So that is the conclusion of my study! Sadly, I did not get an answer to the cause of these moods. Luanne, I turn the floor to you.”

Luanne smiles. “Well, with your study, it was actually pretty spot on! I just tickled you guys cause I like making you all happy, and I like seeing and hearing you all laugh. I love you and I like seeing you smile.”

A chorus of “Awwwww”’s erupted from all the siblings, except for Lisa, who just nodded and smiled, proud of her accurate observation. At the coo, Luanne blushed slightly and smiled.

“And about the moods, well, I usually just wake up with em’. Sometimes I’ll have a dream about it the night before and that’s why, and sometimes it’s random. However, sometimes something will trigger one. Like hearing you guys laugh, or seeing you reach for something on a high shelf. It’s just… fun.”

“Hmm. I’ll make a note of that. Well, that concludes this study and I’d say it was pretty successful.”

Lincoln looked at his sisters and then at Luanne.

“You said you tickle us because you love us, right? And you like seeing us laugh?”

Luanne nods and looks confused.

“Well, we love you too! Why don’t we return the favor~?” He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers, the rest of the family following suit.

“Guys, it’s time for a little ‘revenge’”

“Well, looks like a better make like a banana and split! Hahaha, get it!”

Well. It’s never a boring day in the loud house. Especially with a code pink.

———THE END————————————————

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Gaming tickle fic (ler! Reader x lee! Gaming)

WARNING! English is not my native language, sorry for possible mistakes. "Thank you so much for your help!", Gaming said sighing and smiling. "Come on, my help was quite insignificant!" you denied modestly. "No, if it wasn't for the accelerating effect of Anemo element, I would hardly have managed to reach my destination before night… and the customer was already annoyed by the delay in delivery…" You smiled shyly. "I am always happy to help my friends. Especially such a good friend like you. So you're welcome, Gaming!" Those kind words made the young man blush, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Ohh, I'm very pleased!", he replied shyly. After a short silence, Gaming said in a tired voice: "Damn, my feet hurt so much... Let's sit down." You sat down on a lonely stone bench close to the lily pond. "Huuh, what a bliss!", the guy sighed with relief, "I've been on my feet all day…" He quickly took off his shoes and started to feel his feet in an attempt to calm the accumulated pain and tension. Gaming noticed the way you were looking at him. He looked at you questioningly. "Oh, no, nothing…", you started to justify yourself, as if answering his dumb question, "you've just said that your feet hurt, and it seems to me I can help you relax". "What do you mean?", the guy asked with interest. "Would you mind if I give you a foot massage?" you said a bit embarrassed. "Massage?", the young man answered with a surprise, "No, I wouldn't mind…" His cheeks turned slightly red. He didn't expect such an offer from you. Your face broke into a joyful but awkward smile. Gaming put his bare feet on your lap, then turned away in embarrassment. You started the massage. As soon as your hands touched the guy's feet, he twitched. Your fingers were running gently on the bottom of his foot. The guy squirmed slightly, his toes clenched reflexively. "Are you okay?", you asked, "You look tense". "I'm okay," Gaming replied awkwardly, "go on, please." You continued the massage. The guy's face expression reflected conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was pleased you were doing him such a favor. On the other hand, it was noticeable that it tickled him a lot, and the young man barely restrained himself from laughing. Finally, he became unable to control himself anymore and giggled awkwardly. "Mffhehehehe! Hehehehe!" Gaming immediately covered his mouth with his hands and blushed. "What is it?" you smiled playfully, "Are you ticklish?" "N-no, nothing like that!", the young man tried to deny your assumption, but suddenly a loud laugh came out of his mouth. "Don't worry, I'll try to be more careful", you laugh kindly, noticing how ticklish he were. Gaming blushed even more and turned his head away in embarrassment. His feet continued to twitch from your touches. Then he started laughing again, he couldn't control himself. "Hehehe! Hahahaha! I cahahahahan't tahahahake ihihihit anymohohohore! I'm sohohohorry! Hahahahahaha!" You finally stopped the massage and smiled gently. "It's okay, Gaming. It's not your fault that you're ticklish. I hope I've managed to relax your tired feet a little". The guy nodded sheepishly. "You always take on too much responsibility," you said kindly, "please, don't forget to have a rest sometimes..." Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. "You try so hard to prove your independence to your father," you continued in a calming voice, "it's a big deal". After a short pause, you added: "But you don't have to act tough every second of your life. There's nothing wrong with being weak and vulnerable sometimes". Tears started to run from Gaming's eyes. "Since my mother died", he said, "I have never been able to relax and feel safe… Thank you… For giving me this feeling again…" You reached out and gently hugged the crying guy.

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Anton × Leitora – “ você é tão, tão fofo ”

NSFW depois do corte.

sugestivo, linguagem explícita.

Você e Anton estavam na sala de estar da casa do rapaz. Era época de vestibular, então estava ajudando Anton a estudar as matérias das quais ele tem dificuldade, como química e geografia.

“ Vou explicar de novo ” você disse, “ 'Tá bom ” Anton respondeu num suspiro.

E lá estavam vocês dois estudando sobre o pH dos líquidos, enquanto você explicava que o pH é uma escala numérica utilizada para especificar a acidez ou basicidade de um líquido, Anton olhava a apostila aéreo demais, não entendendo nada. Quando você se virou para o ver se o mesmo ainda estava prestando atenção, viu pequenas lágrimas se formando nos olhinhos bonitos do menino.

“ Você quer dar uma pausa Tony? ” o perguntou, “ Quero ” te respondeu, deitando no chão com um suspiro pesado. Você apenas olhava Anton descansando, enquanto continuava a ler o conteúdo da apostila, tentando achar uma forma de fazer o americano entender a matéria. “ A gente pode estudar isso amanhã? ” te perguntou com os olhos cansados, “ Claro Anton ” sorriu para o confortar. O Lee se sentou novamente, encarando as próprias mãos, esperando não ter te deixado chateada. “ Tem certeza que não tem problema? ” te perguntou querendo ter certeza, “ Não se preocupe Anton, eu não estou chateada ” o respondeu, como se pudesse ter lido os pensamentos dele, “ Eu vou usar o banheiro e já volto, fique a vontade aí ” te disse enquanto caminhava para o banheiro.

Enquanto Anton estava no banheiro, você pensava no quão fofo ele estava com os olhinhos cheios de lágrimas. As bochechas vermelhas, os dentes mordendo os lábios cheinhos e os cabelos lisos caindo por cima dos olhos dele. Ah, Anton Lee te fazia pensar coisas muito, muito sujas.

“ Desculpa a demora... ” falou sem graça, “ Tudo bem Tony ” sorriu, “ Você 'tava chorando? ” reparou nos olhinhos inchados, “ Um pouco ” confessou “ Me senti meio mal por não conseguir entender a matéria ” te disse com as bochechas vermelhas, “ É mesmo? ” chegou mais perto, “ É ” mordeu os lábios evitando olhar em seus olhos, “ Mas porque? ” o perguntou, “ Porquê você estudou só p'ra poder me ensinar e eu não entendi nada ” respondeu, “ Você é tão, tão fofo Anton ” sorriu chegando mais perto ainda do americano, “ Você acha? ” te olhou, “ Uhum ” mordeu seus lábios “ Obrigado... ” agradeceu timidamente.

“ Você faz eu me sentir estranho ” Anton falou, “ Faço é? ” colocou a ponta dos dedos na coxa bonita do rapaz, “ Faz ” desviou o olhar, “ E como eu faço você se sentir? ” “ Quente. Você faz eu me sentir quente ” respirou fundo, “ E o que você quer que eu faça com você, Tony? ” colocou a mão toda na perna do Lee, fazendo carinho alí. “ O que você quiser... ” olhou para o chão, mordendo os lábios em pura vergonha, “ O que eu quiser? ” sorriu “ E o que você acha que eu quero fazer com você, meu bem? ” o provocou, “ Não sei ” te respondeu.

Anton jurava que ia enlouquecer. Ter você tão perto, o tocando –mesmo que minimamente– estava fazendo ele queimar por dentro, um sentimento até então desconhecido para o pobre rapaz. “ Me fala o que você quer que eu faça amor ” subiu no colo do Lee, “ Me beija? ” perguntou te olhando com aqueles olhos de cachorrinho, e então sentiu seus lábios contra os dele, o beijando com delicadeza, com carinho. Seus quadris começaram a se movimentar no colo do pobre americano, fazendo o mesmo gemer durante o beijo.

“ S/N- ” tentou falar “ O que foi Anton? ” perguntou com cinismo mas Anton não conseguia se quer falar, tudo está a sendo demais para ele. “ Parece que vai rasgar suas roupas Anton ” riu, mas não por achar divertido e sim por achar fofo o modo como Anton estava levando a situação “ Você 'tá tão duro ” apertou a ereção através da calça, “ Não faz isso comigo ” ele sussurrou, colando as testas de vocês, “ Não é como se eu fosse fazer algo que você não queira ” o respondeu.

O pobre Anton agora teria que aprender a lidar de outra coisa agora.