#like uncontrollable nervous bursts of giggles

[enter-drfrog]

So I’m never gonna shut up about the fact that I got to meet Aaron Tveit at the Sweeney Todd stage door. I was fighting for my life in that crowd but it was worth it. He signed my playbill and I got to tell him that I loved him in Undrafted. It’s one of my all time comfort movies and I’m glad I got to tell him how much I love it. And my comment about it made him smile which means I win at life. I’m never gonna recover

[tonycries]

Go For It, Gojo! - G.S.

Synopsis. You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid… …is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, academic rivals to lovers, student president! reader, unprotected sex, banter about physics, cunnilingus, oral sex (male + female), 7 minutes in heaven, college! AU, 69, Satoru is a tease down bad for you (and has a big dick), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, hardass), swearing.

Word count. 10.2k

A/N. I really don’t like physics. Art by @_3aem on X.

Life truly has an awful sense of humor - almost as bad as Gojo’s, which you discovered on the first day of Advanced Quantum Physics. 

The air charged with nervous energy and the scent of freshly printed syllabi, you quickly snag a seat right at the front row of Professor Yaga’s class. 

Ah, you’ll never forget how peaceful those few seconds to yourself after introductions were - before the devil incarnate dramatically swung open those lecture hall doors and plopped himself down right next to you. Late. 

“Any closer to Yaga and you’d be fucking his wife, y’know.” a voice hums from beside you, shattering your daydreams of passing this class with flying colors and riding a wave of glory into becoming a Nobel prize-winning physicist. 

With a slight scowl, you turn your attention to the source of disturbance - only to meet eyes with (self-proclaimed) campus sweetheart, Satoru Gojo, leaning on his chair with an air of nonchalance. At your silence, he repeats, “I said any closer-”

“I heard what you said.” you snap, irritation flaring at the amused twinkle in his blue eyes and the mirthful grin that spreads across his lips at your reaction. “Doesn’t erase the fact that you’re sitting here too.” you raise a brow.

“Oh me? That’s because I’m already fucking his wife, sweetheart.” he deadpans with a blank expression. 

What? The tense silence that follows is deafening - for the first time ever in your life, you were shocked into speechlessness. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Before Gojo bursts into hysterics, clutching his stomach. “You- you shoulda seen the look on your face- HAHAHA-” he gets out between uncontrollable laughs. Face burning, you train your eyes forward and will yourself to not glance at the 6’3 mess cackling beside you.

Ugh. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Just think happy thoughts - kittens, quantum mechanics, being valedictorian. Desperately attempting to block out the giggling thorn at your side, you recoil at Professor Yaga’s extremely disapproving look in your direction. 

Panicking, and dreams of being his ace student slowly flushing down the drain, you quickly flip through your notes, attempting to catch up to where the lecture had now started. 

“Looks like we’re in trouble, partner~” Gojo’s dramatic stage-whisper catches the attention of students around you, them chuckling at your expense. 

“Hey, you’re the student president, right? Hey~ Heyyy prez~” As Professor Yaga continues his spiel about the syllabus, you continue to very obviously ignore the incessant comments that spill out of Gojo’s lips, to stifled laughs from his fast-forming entourage. 

The harder you tried to focus on Professor Yaga’s words, the louder and more absurd Gojo’s comments became - as if he’d made it his personal mission to enrage you. A sense of impending doom looming over you, you glare at him with a look that could’ve melted steel, hissing out, “Do you ever in your life shut the fuck up?”

Eyes widening in mock innocence, he grins “Oh~ I didn't know our student prez could get so feisty. Maybe I should take notes instead of doodling hearts around your name in my notebook.”

Ears ringing in embarrassment and frustration, and mind a whirlwind of how bad it would really be if you killed Gojo right here, you almost miss Professor Yaga’s question, “Now, would anyone here be able to discuss the interpretations in the debate between the Copenhagen interpretation and the Pilot-Wave theory?”

Teetering on the edge of your seat, you raise your hand, scrambling to salvage whatever is left of your academic reputation. You and- Gojo?

You start at the call of your name from Professor Yaga, “The Copenhagen Interpretation uses Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and emphasizes measurement to state that quantum-level particles can act as both waves and particles. It’s the most widely accepted and pragmatic theory.”

Gojo basically falls out of his seat in eagerness to answer after you.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Gojo.” 

You internally groan, ready for whatever bullshit was about to come out of his mouth. 

With a deep breath, “Not to be the devil’s advocate but the Pilot-Wave theory makes way more sense practically.”

Professor Yaga raises an intrigued eyebrow at Gojo’s statement, the class collectively holds a breath - as if awaiting the impending academic battlefield.

Gojo, with a cocky grin, plows on, “Think about it. The Pilot-Wave theory suggests that particles have definite positions and paths, unlike the uncertainty principle of the Copenhagen Interpretation. It's like predicting where a ball will land after you throw it, rather than saying it could be anywhere until you look."

Oh? He wasn’t a complete idiot?

Yet, you roll your eyes, “But the Pilot-Wave theory is too fanciful, it brings in too many hidden variables that have their own set of problems. It goes against the measurements and principles of locality!”

Unbothered by the challenge, Gojo leans back further in his chair, “What’s a couple complications? It’s a lot clearer on a microscopic level, none of that weird uncertainty of the Copenhagen Interpretation.”

Irritation running through your veins, you scoff at his condescending tone, “It might seem intuitive, but experiments and observations support the probabilistic nature of quantum mechanics.” You’re almost out of your chair at this point, an accusing finger pointed at Gojo. “Despite its weirdness, the Copenhagen Interpretation has proven successful in predicting outcomes.” 

“Oh yeah? And it’s also only used by hardasses that just want to shut up and calculate, sweetheart.”

“Big talk for a little bi-” 

“OKAY STUDENTS, that’s enough for now. Let’s put a pin in this discussion and move on with the topic.” Professor Yaga, who had been watching the debate with amusement, promptly ends it once you two begin to get overly heated. 

The rest of the class, on the edge of their seats and probably hoping for some fists swinging between the academic titans, now sit back in disappointment at the fight cut off early. 

You sit back in indignation, fuming at how Gojo had gotten you so worked up. And he was wrong too! 

The lecture continues as if you two were never two curse words away from each other’s throats. 

But, in the midst of it all, your glare meets blue, sparkling with amusement - a jolt of electricity runs through your body at the glint of recognition of the other’s brilliance. An unspoken yet undeniable competition.

You’ve avoided Gojo like the plague for the past few months since then - which isn’t doing much when said plague follows you around everywhere with incessant calls of “Hey, hardass prez~”. The only time you seek him out being to gloatingly show off the large, red “100” on your tests - to which, unfortunately, he does the same. 

It’s stupid. It’s childish. Honestly, sometimes you think he just tries to get under your skin for the hell of it.

But you don’t have the time to think too deeply into that.

Just like you don’t have time for this frat party. 

Music and alcohol thrumming through your veins, it’s always the same thing. You’d rather be holed up getting ahead of your physics textbook than be here. Yet, you owed a favor to your friend Haibara - and he’d been bugging you to come to this party for weeks now. 

You’ll just stay another hour then leave, you sigh.

Zoning out as Haibara plays an overly-intense game of beer pong, you’re startled by an arm around your shoulder. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our lil’ prez looking like she’d rather peel paint than be here.” The expensive cologne hits you before the realization of who this was. “Drooling over the jocks? I recommend the STEM majors, sweetheart, jocks aren’t that great in bed.”

Quickly shrugging off his arm, you scowl, “Not like STEM majors are any better. And unlike some people, I have goals beyond being the life of the party.”

Decked out in slacks and a slightly too-unbuttoned shirt, Gojo chuckles, “Yeah, like what? Banishing fun?” Cerulean eyes gleaming with mischief, “You gotta let loose for once, sweetheart. Not everything in life is about academics and accolades.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes “Well not like I-” but whatever snarky retort gets caught in your throat as Gojo seizes your hand, effortlessly pulling you onto the dance floor. 

Caught off guard, you can do nothing more than sputter in surprise as he leans down to murmur in your ear, above the bass reverberating the walls, “C’mon hardass, sometimes in life, you just gotta- dance!” 

Gojo spins you into a dramatic dip, his silver chain brushing your face and his hand on your back burning into your skin.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment - yeah, embarrassment - as the people around you cheer in amusement at the science department’s biggest rivals navigating the dance floor with surprising chemistry.

This was ridiculous. And yet, music ringing in your ears, you almost crack a smile. Almost. That is until your eye catches Haibara’s surprised ones from the side of the dance floor. Wait - here you were dancing with Gojo. 

Gojo pain-in-your-ass Satoru.

Immediately pushing him off with a hand to his chest, you don’t listen to whatever spills out of his mouth as you make your way to Haibara, disappearing with him into the crowd.  

“Hey, hey you okay? Wasn’t that the guy you were manifesting would step on Lego with his bare foot?” Haibara’s concerned voice speaks up from wherever you were dragging him through this sprawling frat house. 

“Ugh, yeah. Sorry about that, I don’t even- Anyway, how did the beer pong go?” you snap out of your reverie. What happened there? You were almost…enjoying yourself with Gojo Satoru of all people. 

Listening to Haibara brag about his dominating beer pong win thankfully took your mind off of your little endeavor with Gojo. 

“And then Yuji totally-”

“AH, THERE YOU ARE! Perfect, come join we’re two people short!” your kinda-friend Shoko’s drunken drawl breaks through the conversation. You can barely get a word out as she forcefully drags you two into a dimly lit room against your protests. 

The atmosphere heavy with beer and laughter, she plops you two down onto the floor in a neat circle of people before taking her seat beside you. “GREAT! Now we’ve got everyone, we can finally start.”

With a mischievous grin, Shoko declares, “Alrighty, folks! Time for the ol’ classic - we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven!” pulling out an old-fashioned, tattered hat from behind her back, to a collective mix of groans and cheers from the circle. 

“Where did you even find that ratty old thing, Shoko?” a sharply handsome man - Geto, you think - chuckles from his seat opposite you. And beside him- your heart stops. Gojo.

A smirk curling his lips and twinkling blue eyes locked on you. 

As if on instinct, you move to get up - only to be brought back down by a hand on your wrist. “Nuh-uh, no one’s escaping, c’mon it’ll be fun.” Shoko smirks, beginning to hand out pieces of paper to write down your names.

Apprehension pooling in your stomach, you share a glance with Haibara, who was honestly just happy to be here. Reluctantly, you scrawl down your name, tension building as it drops into the abyss of the hat.

“As our first attempted escapee, I think the prez should go first.” that agitating voice you knew too well speaks up. If looks could kill, Gojo would be six feet under and you’d be dancing all over his grave with a textbook on the Copenhagen Interaction. 

To agreeing laughter - and your impending doom - the hat is promptly placed in front of you. God, you knew you should’ve stayed home. With a shaky hand, you delve in, grasping onto a slightly crumpled piece of paper.

Not Gojo. Please not Gojo. Literally anyone but Gojo- 

Turning it over.

Satoru Gojo.

You jolt in surprise, rereading the hasty handwriting over and over - as if willing it to change. This must be some kind of sick joke. Eyes meeting Gojo’s, a flash of surprises passes his face before a self-satisfied grin takes over. He looked way too fucking pleased with himself.

“No fucking way.” Shoko mutters as it dawns on the group just who you were paired up with. Cheers and wolf-whistles erupt, filling the room as Satoru stands up extending a hand theatrically towards you. “If her highness the student prez would do me the utmost pleasure of joining me.”

You scoff, jeez it would be a surprise if you two didn’t kill each other in there. “Unless she’s…intimidated?” he bats his long lashes at you mockingly.

Intimidated? Of who? Swatting away Gojo’s hand, you stand up. “Intimidated? Don’t make me laugh.” 

He leans down, retorting, “I’ve tried but you don’t seem to know how.”. The room holds their breath, attention squarely on the two of you.

A beat of silence passes as you glare at him. You really could smack his annoyingly pretty face right now, but you shouldn’t - too many witnesses. 

“Now now, you two. Save it for the closet.” 

Ever the mediator, Geto ushers you two in the direction of the - very cramped - closet tucked into a corner of the room. 

Before you know it, the creak of the heavy wooden door rings in your ears as the door closes behind you. The loud click of a lock resonates, plunging you two into darkness. 

The muffled sounds of the party seem miles away as you try to focus on your breathing - trying not to let your mind drift to Gojo. You could feel the heat of his body, the ghost of his presence less than a foot away from you.

“So…” you flinch as Gojo’s voice cuts through the deafening silence. “You still alive and breathing after being trapped in a tiny closet with me?”

You huff, desperately wanting to break out of this closet, “Yes, but you probably won’t be if you don’t stay on your side.”

“This closet is barely a closet, there’s no ‘side’, sweetheart. And that’s my leg you’re resting on.”

You immediately scramble to move away from the warmth of Gojo’s leg that you’d been subconsciously leaning yours on. In the chaos, you probably did a bit more damage than solving. “Ah! Wait- watch the crown jewels, hardass.” 

You distance yourself as much as possible in the small space, knee burning where it had brushed up against Gojo’s that.

God, you were making a fool of yourself.

“As much as I like forceful women, you better take me out on a date first, sweetheart.” As your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting filtering in through the slight crack of the door, you could make out that signature playful grin. 

Your irritation simmers beneath the surface. Gojo always knew how to get under your skin. 

“Don’t you worry your empty lil’ head, I wouldn’t fuck you even if I was paid.” you bite back.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo leans in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “You sure about that, prez? I’ve been told that I’m irresistible.”

You raise a brow, unimpressed. “Yeah, irresistibly hard to not smack.” 

“I always did like ‘em feisty. Makes our little debates all the more interesting.”

“Our debates would be a lot more interesting if you learned to keep that big mouth shut.”

“Oh? C’mon, prez, you love this ‘big mouth’. And you love the challenge. I see the way you look for me every time you answer one of Yaga’s questions, y’know.” Gojo murmurs, gaze piercing into yours.

He leans in closer - now definitely not on his side of the closet. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d call it chemistry. Admit it and I might consider not calling you ‘hardass’ for a whole week.”

“What- That’s just because- I’d rather be called ‘hardass’ for a lifetime than admit to having any chemistry with you. I can’t even tolerate you for seven minutes here.” you sputter at both his proximity and his (absurd) accusations.

“As the student prez, isn’t your entire job to tolerate everyone? You’re a walking contradiction, sweetheart.”

“I am not. You have no effect on me.” you protest, standing firm. In the heat of your argument, you and Gojo have drawn closer to each other. His breath now fanning your face as he hums, voice a seductive tease, “I do, admit it. There’s a part of you that likes our chemistry.”

A defiant spark ignites in your eyes, “I’ll admit no such thing.”

“Then…hit me like I know you want to if you don’t want this.” he whispers, voice breathless. He closes the distance.

Gojo’s lips meet yours. 

Soft, they were so soft. 

Your heartbeat thundering in surprise, a hand raising to - to what? Smack him away? Eyes fluttering closed, your hand fists his shirt, the other subconsciously finding its way to his cloudy locks. Tugging. Kissing him back. 

Satoru kisses you like he’ll never be able to again. Because, he knows - he probably won’t.

Lips searing against yours, his eyes roll to the back of his head at your taste. Sweet - so sweet - just like candy, with a hint of Baileys and everything that he’ll never be able to have. 

A strangled groan leaves his throat when you bite down on his lips. Tugging with your teeth. Shit, fuck him and his bigass ego, he wanted to be the one showing off his irresistibility but really it’s the other way around. 

Mouth opening to let you in, he drinks in your gasps as he intertwines his tongue with yours. Large hands on your face pulling you impossibly closer to him in this godforsaken closet. It was dizzying - almost as if it hurt to part, drawn by that familiar magnetism that always seems to hang around you.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Satoru’s hands wander the expanse of your body. Groping and squeezing every curve and dip - he doesn’t have enough time. He probably never will.

A hand rests firmly on your hips. Awaiting. Breaking away - just a fraction - he breathes out urgently into your lips, “I need to taste you. Let me taste you. Please.”

“Desperate, huh?”

Your gaze pierces through him, it always does. Immediately after your disoriented nod, he presses a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. God, he could do this forever.

You shudder as he hastily bunches your tight dress at your hips, sending blood rushing straight to his cock. Shit, this was not how he expected these 7 minutes to go.

Hurriedly falling to his knees, the pain doesn’t even register when he comes face-to-face with your clothed cunt. Panties already so wet - just for him. Cock twitching carnally, he needed to taste you now. 

Tongue flattening across your swollen folds through your underwear, just a slight taste of your wet pussy and Satoru already thinks he might pass out. Ah, so good - of course you taste heavenly.

“Ah! Gojo- more.”

Pulling away, he feels drunk off the whimper of disappointment that escapes your mouth. “Call me Satoru.” he hums, fingers deftly sliding your soaked panties down your legs. His hot breath fanning your entrance has you clenching your thighs together, desperate for any friction.

Mouth watering at this, Satoru curses the darkness inside the closet - can’t even admire your pretty pussy right. You flinch as his face meets your cunt. Shit, this was better than he’d ever imagined on those lonely nights pathetically fucking his fist.

He breathes you in so sinfully, tongue sliding teasingly between your folds in a leisurely rhythm that almost has him forgetting however many minutes you two have left. Frankly, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about it either. Sinful squelches fill the confined space, along with your quiet moans of his name. 

“Hngh- S-Satoru. Feel s’good. Faster.” 

Ah, it’s really music to his ears. Your voice plays on repeat in his mind. He doesn’t even realize the call from outside until you look down at him, eyes dazed and kiss-bitten lips moving to panickedly mutter, “Satoru, we only have three more minutes.”

Ah, guess he’ll have to take his time in his dreams. 

“I only need two.” Satoru purrs, lips ghosting your wet core, voice sending goosebumps down your spine - all the way down to your dripping cunt. 

“W-well, stop hngh- running your mouth then.” you retort.

Satoru’s smirk against your plush folds is the last thing you see before he dives nose-deep in your pussy. He doesn’t waste time, tongue dipping in and out of your hole at an unforgiving pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Hah- yes! Satoru jus’ like that!” you hiss out, desperately trying to keep the moans ripping from your throat to a minimum, in fear of the others outside hearing. 

Noticing, Satoru snakes a hand up to your mouth - bullying his ringed-fingers in through your swollen lips. His index caresses your tongue, speeding up his movements on your pretty pussy as you gag around him. Moans catch in your throat as you struggle to accommodate him, the pleasure of being stretched from two ends too much. 

Satoru only has to take one look - tears clinging to your lashes and drool trickling down the corner of your mouth as you suck on his fingers - before he thinks he might just cum in his pants. Fuck, it was so lewd. 

You tighten your grasp on his hair, sure that your knees would give out if it wasn’t for the bruising grip he had on your hips, keeping you firmly on his mouth. Unable to run away. 

Shit, for someone so tight-laced, you were so messy on his mouth. He moans as your slick pools in his mouth, dripping down the corners of his lips. The  tap! tap! tap! of it hitting the hardwood floor rings deafeningly in his ears.

Ah, so this is why they call it 7 minutes in heaven. Satoru thinks he wouldn’t mind dying if it was in between your legs being suffocated by your cunt. 

Your entrance clamps down desperately on his tongue, forcing him to bully it into your snug pussy, fucking you unrelentingly. His nose rubbing against your swollen clit over and over. 

At this point, Satoru doesn’t know whether the pulse he feels is that of his heartbeat or your cunt, throbbing and achingly needy for his mouth. His nose stimulates your clit just right, sending shockwaves through your body that have you bucking into him for more.

Voice slightly muffled by his fingers, “Fuck- Satoru, keep going. Hngh- I’m gonna cum!” 

The way your walls desperately try to fuck his tongue has his cock straining so painfully against his trousers. Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt mercilessly, the harsh pace making you squeal and buck into his face. Your juices are now all over his mouth, gushing around his tongue. In and out in and out in and out-

“Satoru!”

You cum hard - all over Satoru’s pretty face.

Now, Satoru loves when you run your mouth and infuriate him, but he might just love it even more when you’re falling apart and speechless under his touch. 

Riding out your high on his features, you can feel yourself quivering around his tongue as he laps up your juices as if it were a delicacy. Deep moans leaving his mouth and vibrating across your soaked cunt, making you jolt at the overstimulation.

Pulling back, Satoru admires your unfocused eyes and bruised lips. “For someone that so fucking despises me, your slutty pussy sure is sucking me in so desperately.” he murmurs, slightly out of breath after what just transpired. 

“Sh-shut up.”

Ah, if only he got to see this view more often. 

You can’t help but feel the same way. Seeing Satoru fucked out, vibrant eyes half-lidded and blown out, your slick prettily glossing all over his mouth and nose. A small voice in the back of your mind wishes he was more like this and not whatever he is when he’s getting on your nerves.

“ONE MORE MINUTE! Finish up whatever devil’s tango or death match y’all are having in there!”

Those troublesome thoughts are pushed out of your mind as soon as you hear Shoko call from outside.

The bubble is broken. Jumping apart as far as possible in the cramped closet, you press yourself into the closet wall as you two wordlessly rush to make yourselves slightly more presentable. The air, once charged with overflowing tension and sex, now so strained.

Bending down to feel for the panties that Satoru- no, Gojo had thrown god-knows-where, your hands graze his - still slightly wet with your spit. Snatching your hands back as if it burned, you make out Gojo’s figure pocketing something.

…

Your panties??

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you hiss, face burning at both his actions and the idea of going outside without panties.

“Just think of it as repayment for the fun.” he hums, mirth spilling into his tone. And before you could snap at his antics, Shoko is ripping the door open and looking around the closet for what you can only assume to be missing body parts and blood.

“Aw, man. And here I was thinking Satoru would be six feet under by now.” she groans, walking off disappointedly - for which you were eternally grateful otherwise she’d have seen the few suspicious stains on the floor.

“Remember, you owe me twenty, Shoko.” Geto speaks up from the circle. Were they…betting on whether you and Gojo would kill each other in there?

Finally stepping out of that godforsaken closet, you catch the smirks and raised eyebrows from some of the people from the group.

Meeting Gojo’s eye, a smirk curls around his swollen lip as he swipes a thumb across it. Agonizingly slow. Teasing. 

Your cheeks flare, something pooling in your stomach. Ugh, this is why you hate frat parties.

“You alright, man? You look…flushed?” you hear Geto question, pointedly staring at Satoru’s slightly disheveled look.

It was all getting too much - the alcohol in the air, the thumping of the overplayed pop music, and him. You felt so lightheaded. Ripping your gaze from Gojo’s you leave without so much as a goodbye to him, only stopping for a reassuring nod at Haibara. You make a beeline for the exit, dashing out of there and down the winding staircase as fast as you could. 

Focused on navigating the packed party, you almost don’t register Gojo rushing after you. Ignoring whatever words were tumbling out of Gojo’s mouth, you silently thank the sorority that had just pulled up - clinging onto him in greeting, making it impossible to follow after you. 

The cool night air washes over you as you finally step outside. You sigh in relief as you leave the chaotic sounds of the party - and him - behind. 

Impatiently waiting for your friend on the way to pick you up, only two thoughts echo in your mind.

He actually only needed two minutes.

What the fuck?

Meanwhile, back in that heady room, Shoko nudges Suguru, the latter still watching in amusement where Satoru had run after you in the door. “Hm?” he asks, absent-mindedly.

“Why do most of these papers have Satoru’s name?”

---

You pass through the next morning in a daze. The hardest part was probably trying to get dressed without making eye contact with the purple finger marks on your hips that Sato- Gojo had left to remember him by.

You still can’t believe that happened. 

It’s alright, it was just a mistake in the heat of the moment - you just have to forget it ever happened, right? But that’s easier said than done when your last class of the day is Advanced Quantum Physics.

Cursing your timetable, you step through the crowded campus. You pull your sweater tighter around yourself, the fabric doing nothing to stop your skin searing where Gojo’s lips had been just last night.

Alright, you just had to get through this one class today. There’s a lot of people in Professor Yaga’s class - it’s not like you’ll necessarily see that bane of your existence-

“Yooo prez, fate just seems to bring us together hmm?” 

Gojo almost topples out of his chair, waving in your direction. As your eyes sweep across the room, you can feel your heart sinking. Shit, you really feel like you’re being Punk’d right now. 

Cursing whoever was up there for this cruel joke, you make your way to the desk beside Satoru’s - the only empty one. 

Slumping down onto the chair with a frustrated huff, you sink into yourself - eyes trained firmly forward and ignoring the playful grin in your peripheral vision.

To your surprise, Gojo doesn’t say a word throughout the lecture. Not a single comment about fucking any professor’s wife - or your cunt. Huh, did last night cause some type of qi deviation or something?

As Professor Yaga drones on about quantum entanglement, you find the words going in one ear and out the other, too focused on wondering what Gojo’s game was.

It’s only towards the end of the lecture, at the introduction of some new assignment that you find yourself finally letting your guard down. Okay, see, it wasn’t too bad. Now time to go back to your apartment and study whatever quantum entanglement was for the next five hours.

“Ah- And remember, the midterm assignment pairings are posted on Canvas.” 

What was that?

God, you hated working with other people. It was much more efficient for you to stay in and finish this paper in one sitting.

“So, partner~ My place or yours?”

What?

The bell rings, its metallic chime resonating in your mind almost as loud as Gojo’s words. Signaling the end of class - and probably the end of your sanity. 

You wish the ground would swallow you up at this very moment. These days have really not been your days.

---

“Literally what do you bring to the table?”

“Comedic relief and my undeniably good looks.”

“...”

“...and also the case study and background information.”

The air at the stuffy café just off-campus was a mixture of freshly ground coffee and hushed conversations - of course, occasionally disrupted by the chaotic debates that erupted from your little booth.

Not too long ago, as everyone moved to file out of the classroom, you were frozen, glaring at your open laptop so intensely you half-expected it to combust - scrutinizing the neat arrangement of Gojo’s name next to your own over a million times.  

Finally sighing in defeat, you nodded in surrender at Gojo - who was whooping in victory. But, you were still adamant on meeting somewhere in public. The last time you two were left alone ended up…interesting. 

“Then you do that and I’ll take care of the rest of the theoretical analysis and evaluation. Okay, sounds good, Gojo.” you deadpan, rubbing the sides of your forehead in frustration. 

“Ouch, no Satoru?”

Ignoring his comment, you promptly slam your laptop closed, gathering your things with a determined sigh. Ready to escape the stifling atmosphere of the cafe. “So you do that and put it on the doc, and I’ll do the same with my parts. See ya.”

That’s when you feel a large hand covering yours - the same one from- “Hey there now, hardass, stay a little longer - gotta make sure you don’t slander quantum entanglement in our essay the same way you do with the Pilot-Wave theory.” Gojo interrupts your intrusive train of thought. 

“What? Unlike you, I don’t slander any scientific theories. Although, I do think the idea of entangled particles jumping around like you do is hardly the hallmark of a stable scientific theory.” you retort, face burning but setting down your bag nonetheless.

Resting his face on his hands, he grins at you. “Oh yeah? I think stability is overrated, prez. Quantum entanglement challenges you because it’s a realm where your precious stability crumbles in the face of non-local correlations.”

God, was he glad he begged on his knees to Yaga to pair you two together. He was having way too much fun with this. 

“Just because particles can communicate faster than you can comprehend doesn't mean we should abandon reason.” you raise a brow. 

“Well, I think you should just embrace the uncertainty, sweetheart. Life is a game of chance, just like quantum entanglement.”

“Oh, really?” you drone out, sarcastically. 

“Yeah, think about it. For instance, I never thought I’d still be alive and breathing after last night. But here I am.” at your stunned silence, he continues. “I for sure thought you’d have the coffin ready as soon as I kissed y-”

You panickedly place your hands over his mouth to shut him up, those blue eyes twinkle in amusement. “When I said you had a big mouth I really wasn’t lying, huh.” 

Slowly removing your hands once it seemed like Gojo wouldn’t spill your endeavors in this family-friendly cafe, you sigh, “Okay- We’ll get some shit done today, alright. But this is the last time I’m meeting with you for this.”

“Mhm~ You got it, prez.”

It was not the last time you met with Gojo for this. 

Nor was it the second-last.

Or the third-last. 

Each and every time you two worked together on the assignment, you’d spend more time bickering about anything ranging from what you’d learned in Professor Yaga’s class that day to whether the old lady who frequented the café was a part of the mafia. 

“I’m telling you, she handles those knitting needles like they’re a weapon.”

“Mhm and she sips her Earl Grey like she’s plotting espionage. Now, get to work before I use my teaspoon as a weapon.”

“I’d rather investigate her than this damn Qiskit simulation.”

“Sure, Gojo. I’ll add her to our list of groundbreaking research projects.”

“Don’t come crying to me when I rub it in your face once we see her on the news as a mafia queenpin, prez.”

You’re pretty sure the café employees have a love-hate relationship with you and Gojo - too lively to be one of their favorite regulars, but arguments too amusing to kick you two out. 

And as for your relationship with Gojo…well. It’s not as if you can’t go 7 minutes without being somewhat civil, and yet that’s exactly the issue, isn’t it?

After what had happened that night, it feels as if there’s something charging the air whenever you two are together.

You chalk it up to just lingering tension, but that still doesn’t explain the way Gojo’s eyes hold a warm twinkle whenever he looks at you - gaze a little too warm than you’d expect a rival to have. But it’s fine, you just have to ace this assignment and then this strange dynamic can go back to normal.

It’s only towards the end of your assignment that you realize how wrong you really were.

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Out of breath and darting across campus towards where you knew Gojo was waiting, you half-wish you joined the track team instead of the student government. Damn student reps, can’t keep proper archives.

As much as you got a kick out of getting on Gojo’s nerves, you hated to keep anyone waiting.

“Ah! Prez! Was heartbroken thinking you’d stood me up, y’know?” Satoru calls once he spots you bolting towards him on that dimly-lit pathway. Wow, maybe you should’ve joined the track team.

You trip. Ah, maybe not.

Feet automatically hastening your way, he catches you. Well, more like you fall into his arms.

“Just in time, huh?” he chuckles, thankful for the sun dipping below the horizon - otherwise you’d surely have caught the rosy flush tinting his cheeks. Arms wrapped around your waist and supporting your waist, Satoru almost coos at the surprised look gracing your face. You always did something to his heart.

Hastily distancing himself from you once you stand on your own, he rambles - anything to drown out the banging of his heart against his chest. “So, I’m assuming you were out there doing all your president-ly duties?” 

“Ah! Yes, I’m so sorry, the meeting ran overtime and-” 

Listening to you rant, Satoru thinks that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here - bickering with you. He’s only snapped out his reverie at your disappointed groan. Oh, what was this? He didn’t even realize his feet had carried him to the little café already. 

Ripping his eyes from you, he turns to what moping at. A sign with red writing is plastered over the very locked café entrance - Sorry! Staff training today, hope to see you tomorrow!

“Seems like everyone’s got meetings today.” he hears you grumble. Satoru knows it isn’t right, but his heart leaps slightly at the chance to get to know you outside of that familiar cafe.

You, meanwhile, felt tension - and something else - pooling in your stomach. Shit, if the sanctuary of your café is no longer available…

“Well, we could just go home and finish off the paper by ourselves. It’s only the last bit anyway.” you suggest, voice slightly shaky at the idea and anticipation of actually being alone with Gojo after so long. 

“But Suguru’s such a loud snorer, I’d never get any work done.” Gojo whines. Well, there goes that plan.

“The library?”

“I hear it’s haunted this time of year.” he answers right away. 

“Ghosts are seasonal?” you ask absent-mindedly, too focused on weighing between the need to finish this assignment today and the uncertainty of what would happen between you and Gojo.

A tense silence fills the slowly darkening street as you go through all your options. Finally, watching the long shadows casted now, you sigh. “Fine. We’ll go to my place.” you mutter out. 

“Would you get angry if I celebrated right now?”

“Maybe.”

The walk to your apartment is bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun. It was almost peaceful - if it weren’t for Gojo’s excited chattering about god-knows-what. 

Your mind was running a million miles a minute. Was something like last time going to happen? Were you a lecher for expecting it? Why didn’t you mind the thought as much as you think you should?

You risk a glance at Satoru, who was in the middle of a passionate speech about how ketchup was a valid condiment on pasta. Soft sunlight paints his hair an amber hue, casting warm shadows that bring out his pretty features, eyes sparkling with passion and mischief. He was beautiful.

Wait. Beautiful?

“Hey isn’t this your apartment building or is walking past it a pre-entrance ritual?” 

Ah. Whoops.

You snap out of those ridiculous notions, gathering whatever dignity you have left to walk back to the apartment complex you’d left in the dust while wrapped up in your thoughts.

“Oooo, didn’t take you for much of a decorator, hardass.” Gojo comments, flitting about your cozy apartment to look at all the little knick-knacks and pictures 

“Did you really think I lived in some sterile lab?” you retort. Gojo’s almost-endearing curiosity amuses you enough to let go of the electricity thrumming through your body at having him so close. In your home. 

“Well, I expected more beakers and fewer fairy lights, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, pretending to be offended. “Believe it or not, Gojo, hardasses can have a sense of style, too.”

He continues his exploration, stopping in front of a photo on the wall. “Who’s this model?” he grins, pointing at a picture of you in stuffy formal attire at some conference.

You sigh, knowing exactly which photo he's referring to. “That, Gojo, is me at a conference presenting a groundbreaking research paper.”

“Groundbreaking, huh? Is that what they call it these days?” he hums, arching an eyebrow playfully. 

“Yes, and six feet under is what they’ll be calling you if you don’t get your ass here and finish this paper.”

“...yes, prez.”

Writing the conclusion and inserting citations is always the fun part. If you could write an essay on whatever you want, it would be only conclusions and citations, you think.

After a few hours of working on your paper, apparently Gojo does not feel the same way.

“Fuck Noodletools. All my homies hate Noodletools.”

“This is why you only have two friends, Gojo.”

“Hey! I’m a very likable person, y’know.” 

“...”

He sets his laptop down leaning closer to you over where he was seated opposite you on the coffee table, clearly bored of citations for the time being. “Also, aren’t we friends, sweetheart? Technically I have three.”

You raise a brow, this was the first time Satoru had ever addressed the strange dynamic you two had. “Are we?” you ask, genuinely. 

A deafening silence envelopes your living room. This was the first time you’d seen such a serious expression take over Gojo’s face as he answers, voice even, “I’m not sure.”

The atmosphere thickens with a charged tension, the weight of Gojo’s words lingering in the room. A spark flickers in his eyes. You feel like you could almost get whiplash from the contrast between the heated banter to where you two were now. Was it always so hot in this room?

You let out a strained laugh, attempting to diffuse the seriousness and go back to a trivial territory you were more familiar with. “I never thought the great Gojo Satoru would be uncertain about something.” Your eyes flicker unwillingly from his intense gaze to his worry-bitten lips.

The mischief returning to his gleaming eyes, he smirks “Uncertainty can be thrilling, don't you think, sweetheart?”

You don’t even know what to say to that - and you don’t have to. Because before you can respond, Gojo swiftly leans over the coffee table - catching your lips in a sudden, electrifying kiss. 

Time stands still. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that you didn’t want to push him away. At all. In fact, you grab a fistful of his soft locks, pulling him impossibly deeper into the kiss. 

Pulling away mere millimeters, Gojo’s hot breath fanning your mouth as he whispers, “Told you the uncertainty is thrilling, sweetheart.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” you grumble, irritated because his lips ghosting yours was not enough.

Before you know it, Gojo has you pinned against the plush couch. His lips finding your, the kiss deepening as he yearns for that desperate connection - as if each breath depends on smothering you with dizzying kisses. 

The room seems to shrink, right now only filled with the heated exchange of breaths and the feeling of Satoru’s lips searing into yours. 

You think he tastes like caramel and uncertainty - yet, this time, you fall into the unknown with open arms. Wrapping your legs around his toned waist, your arms around his broad shoulders - bringing him to you so close you’d think the laws of physics were taking a coffee break.

It almost hurt. 

The intensity of the moment only growing, the atmosphere in your homey apartment crackles with a tension that you knew in the back of your mind had been building for so long - ever since that party.

Your heartbeat echoes in your ears. You knew this would happen.

And a part of you needed it to.

His fingers trace a path along your jawline, leaving a trail of heat - you shudder, craving for more. 

“Gojo, I want you.” you breathe out, words muffled by Satoru sucking sinfully on your lips. 

He pulls away slightly, delicate strings of saliva still connecting him to you. Every fiber of his being resisting to part.

“Don’t call me that.” he purrs out, the intensity of his half-lidded stare sending a jolt straight down to your heated core. “It’s Satoru when we’re fucking, remember?”

Looking into his sultry eyes, for the first time ever you decide to heed what Satoru says. “S-Satoru, please.” you whimper, hips bucking up to meet his own. You can feel the large outline of his achingly hard cock straining against those stupidly overpriced trousers, pussy quivering in anticipation. 

Now, there have been three times in his life that Satoru thinks he has died and gone to heaven. The first being when he discovered that the ramen joint by his dorm also had free Wi-Fi. Second, that first day in Advanced Quantum Physics when you snapped at him told him to shut the fuck up. 

And finally, right now, as he’s got you needy and squirming underneath him - such pretty gasps of his name leaving your kiss-bitten lips. 

God, navigating quantum physics is a walk in the park in comparison to what you put his heart through. 

“Hmm, never in my life thought I’d see his view, sweetheart.” he whispers lowly into your ear, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt along your alluring body. How did he get so lucky?

Hastily pulling down your shorts, his mouth waters at your wet panties. Another prize for him, hm? Throwing them along with your panties to god-knows-where, Satoru drinks in the sight of your bare pussy - a privilege that he didn’t get in that godforsaken closet. 

Ah, so ready and dripping for him already. Your slick glistens out of your heated entrance as you clench around nothing. “Aww, they’ve faded.” he whines, heart lurching at the lack of his marks from last time.

It’s alright, he can just make more.

Not one to waste time, with a bruising grip holding your hips steady, Satoru grinds his painfully hard cock into your needy cunt, savoring the pretty mewls that leave your mouth. The way your swollen pussy quivers against him makes him throw his head back, seeing stars already. 

Nipping along your neck, leaving marks he knows you’ll have to cover up tomorrow. “Sit on m’face,” he murmurs into your skin.

“W-what?”

Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the valley of your breasts, Satoru breathes you in. Fuck, he prefers the smell of your skin to any scent in the world. “Sit- on- my- face.” he repeats, words punctuated with erotic kisses to your hardened nipples, tongue flicking them through the fabric of your clothes. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know?” you gasp. Yet, still shifting on that cramped couch. Why do you two always fuck in the most inconvenient places?

Satoru’s legs hang off the end of your couch as he lays on his back, you’d almost find the position funny - if it weren’t for you straddling his head. 

His hot breath on your wet cunt sends waves of electricity though your entire body as you hover over his mouth. Your needy pussy right above where his mouth is, hesitating. Your slick oozes slowly through your swollen folds - drip! drip! drip! onto his awaiting tongue, brows furrowing and eyes rolling to the back of his head at your sweet juices.

“Mhm, and I hope that you’ll be the death of me.” he hums, tongue savoring your taste.

It’s the last thing said before Satoru surges forward, plunging mouth-first into your heated cunt. 

Despite not being on a time crunch this time, Satoru doesn’t waste a moment teasing - he already has you splayed out and aching for him, what more could he want?

He bullies his tongue into your snug cunt, pushing past the first ring of muscle. You twitch around him, sweet moans spilling incessantly from your mouth. “Ah! Hngh- Satoru! Fuck s’good.”

Your sounds of pleasure going straight to his dick, he bucks into your hands. Ah, more. He needs your touch more. 

The feeling of your plush walls clamping down on him only spurs him on further, fucking you at a ruthless pace. One hand gropes across your body, resting a thumb on your clit that rubs tight circles, making you grind down further into his mouth. 

“Your pussy is so honest, sweetheart. She wants me so badly.” he murmurs, voice sending vibrations that make you let out a loud moan which he suspects your neighbors would be complaining about. 

You were so perfect for him, Satoru thinks he might go insane.

You were definitely going insane.

Satoru shows no mercy, his abuse on your dripping cunt only speeding up at every buck of your hips into his tongue. It felt so fucking good. 

Closing your eyes, his pressure on your core has you seeing spots behind your vision. You could feel the curl of his signature smirk against your folds as your pussy tries sucking him back in at every thrust. Too good to let him go. “Knew you loved this ‘big mouth’, hardass.” he murmurs. 

Shit, you can’t be the only one acting so needy like this.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” Satoru drawls, voice muffled by your cunt as he feels the breeze of his lower abdomen hitting the heady air of your living room.

“Payback.” is all you mutter out as you fumble his trousers down his long legs. Curse these gyms. Curse squats. Why did he have to be so perfectly sculpted? An Adonis in his true form. 

You can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth as his boxers come into view - rock-hard cock straining painfully against it A patch of pre-cum pools at his head - he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. Hands shaky from the way Satoru’s incessant tongue was fucking into you, you shuffle his boxers down. 

Satoru’s painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs. Fuck- how the hell were you supposed to take him? Life was really unfortunate - water was wet, and Gojo Satoru has a huge dick.

“S-sweetheart, you don’t have to-” he murmurs against your swollen pussy. 

From all your times shutting up Gojo Satoru, this one might just be your favorite. 

His words catch desperately in his throat as you spit out a pool of saliva onto Satoru’s furiously flushed head. A low hiss leaving him as you teasingly lick his sensitive slit. 

Never one to back down from a challenge, Satoru attaches his lips with yours once more. He groans lowly into you, the stimulation making you yelp in surprise. 

“So, it’s like that, huh?” 

Satoru doesn’t have the time to ponder your words before you take in as much of his length as you can in one go. “Ah! Hah- Oh fuck, prez. Always knew you were a forceful woman.”

You moan at the slightly salty taste of his precum. Gagging around him, drool drips down the corner of your mouth as you try to take him in inch by fucking inch. It was so fucking messy.

Diving nose-deep in your cunt once again, Satoru continues the merciless pace of his tongue once more. Both your muffled moans fill the heated room, lost in the pleasure and the heat of the moment.

Shit, you knew by the way your walls clenched down on his tongue that you weren’t gonna last long. And judging by the urgent twitching of Satoru’s cock - he wasn’t going to either. 

He fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth, your eyes watering as his tip hits the back of your throat. Ropes of spit and precum decorate your lips. Even the staunch part of you that never backs down for anyone cheers at being so used. It’s so fucking debauched.

Your hand moves down to massage his heavy balls, tugging and pulling at a rhythm that matches the rapid ministrations of his thumb on your swollen clit.

Mind spinning and pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming as you both lean closer and closer to your highs. With a final mewl around his thick cock, your juices are gushing all around Satoru’s mouth. 

Your mind blanks as you cum, the only things registering being the tingles of your oversensitive pussy as Satoru rides you through your high on his tongue and the taste of Satoru as he cums in hot spurts in your mouth. Salty, with a hint of sweet - the flavor making your pussy twitch.

Fucking his seed into you, your mouth milks his cock. His cum dribbling down the corner of your mouth, all thoughts of dirtying your couch go out your brain when you hear the fucked out whines at the back of Satoru’s throat.

Fuck a refractory period, you wanted to hear that more.

You remove yourself from him with a lewd pop! Cum flowing smoothly down your throat, you lock eyes with Satoru over your shoulder. His jaw drops, pupils blown lustfully as your tongue sticks out - showing the way you’ve swallowed every single drop of his seed.

“Now, Satoru. I need you to fuck me with yours cock just as you did with your tongue.” your words still strained from your orgasm.

Wordlessly, Satoru nods, eyes shining - still reeling from the sinful sight of your bruised lips glossy with his cum - his cum that you swallowed as if it was a delicacy.

Meanwhile you were thinking that you should fuck Satoru more if it meant you got him to shut up and be pretty more often. 

Slightly more clear-headed now, just as lustful. 

Your couch creaks in protest as you shift positions to face Satoru once more. He seizes your lips in a passionate kiss, mouth attacking yours with a desperation for your essence.

Your head spins as you taste yourselves on each other, words tumbling out of your mouth in the haze, “Satoru, bed- now.”

But when has he not challenged you?

“Mhm, anything you say, prez.” he whispers raspily against your lips, still-hard cock teasingly dragging along your swollen folds. 

“Satoru.”

“Fuck yes. Say m’name, sweetheart.” he groans out, throwing his head back against the armrest. Your slick pools all over Satoru’s thick head, dripping sensually down his length to where he gripped tightly at the base. 

Swollen lips dropping into a small “oh”, he slides a ringed hand up his member, spreading your juices. Cock twitching carnally at the way your pussy was leaking all over him, he grits out, “Need to feel you around my cock now, sweetheart.”

So he does.

Thick head pressing into your tight entrance, a low growl leaves his throat at how sinfully tight you were. Fuck, he could just about pass out right now.

“S’tight, sweetheart. So good.” he fucks up into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips - impatience quickly waning. You yelp at each thrust, walls burning with the stretch of Satoru’s thick head. 

You try to steady yourself as Satoru’s thrusts get deeper and deeper, nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders. In the midst of it all you still manage to impatiently slur out, “I-if you’re gonna fuck me then hah- fuck me like you mean it, Satoru.”

Oh, that did it.

Your words make the last bit of sanity Satoru had left snap. 

In a swift movement, he sheaths his throbbing erection in your wet cunt completely. A gasp gets caught in his throat at the way your walls were clamping down on him in surprise. 

He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and a dangerously predatory glint in them that sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck me like I mean it, huh? You’re quite bossy, y’know that, prez?”

Before you can retort - and probably dig your grave deeper - he stands up in one fluid motion, your legs around his waist and cock still buried deep in your snug pussy. You moan at the change in angle, his tip now kissing your cervix so deliciously painfully. Shit, you feel so full. 

Hands moving down to grope your ass firmly and support your weight, he grins lowly in your ear, “You’re lucky I love that part of you.”

The wall is cold as Satoru shoves your back against it. his body making the air leave your lungs as he presses into yours, ramming into you at a merciless pace. Your tight cunt clenches so tightly around him, as if to prevent him from leaving. 

Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy. His lips capture yours once again in a rough dance that matches the cadence of his hips.

You mewl against his mouth at the feeling of his heavy balls stinging your skin as they smack your ass. The power behind each harsh thrust has you bouncing against the wall, legs pulling tighter around his toned waist to bully his cock impossibly deeper in you. 

“Where- fuck! Where’s the bed?” he moans breathlessly against your lips, voice sounding as if each thrust of his pulsing cock into your plush walls sends him spiraling deeper into insanity.

“Down- down the hallway. Hngh- fuck, Satoru!” you not far behind.

Your mind is foggy, barely even registering as Satoru moves blindly towards your bedroom with powerful strides - not yet pulling out of you.

He doesn’t get very far before he’s got you sprawled over your bedroom floor, your carpet digging into you as his cock slams into your abused cunt with that feral pace he loves so much. Not even making it to the bed.

“Ah! Hah- Satoru, what happened to the bed?” you sputter out in-between uncontrollable moans. 

“Too far. Hngh- need you now.” he answers around your breasts, teasing and tweaking your sensitive nipples.

“Wh-who’s irresistible now?” you manage to smirk, relishing in the huff of laughter that escapes him. Even now, you always did manage to one-up him.

“Mhm, you’ve always been irresistible, sweetheart.” he mutters, moving to press a chaste kiss against your forehead, not sure whether the words were even meant for you to hear. 

And you know it’s just pussy-drunk talk, but right now you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up, heartbeat ringing in your ears. 

Not sure how to respond to that, you pull him closer to you, allowing him to bury his burning face in the crook of your neck. Maybe right now neither of you needed to speak, your bodies doing enough talking as Satoru continues his relentless cadence.

Your hips bucking up to meet his, you whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room as Satoru moves down a hand to draw rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. It was all too much. “S-Satoru.”

“Me too, my sweetheart. Me too.” is all he gasps out, teeth digging into your neck at the pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Satoru’s tight balls twitch as they smack your ass, cock glistening with cum and slick. He sees stars behind his eyes - or maybe those were tears at the overstimulation. He really doesn’t know anymore. 

Head spinning and thoughts racing with only Satoru Satoru Satoru, you’re very much in the same state. 

“Satoru?” you whine out, tears clinging to your lashes.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You pull him into an intense kiss, pussy clamping down on him desperately as his lips brand yours - it sends you both over the edge. 

Satoru thinks he sees heaven as he cums, and you were probably an angel. 

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your walls white, cunt quivering around him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forms around his base as he fucks his seed into you desperately, marking you so obviously as his. All thoughts of Plan B run out of your mind at the overstimulated whimpers leaving Satoru’s ruby lips.

His dick twitches inside you as his unforgiving thrusts slow down to shallow grinds of his hips, nothing more than to keep his cum inside of you as your highs bate.

Body collapsing onto yours, careful to not crush you with his weight, Satoru pulls you closer to him. And despite everything that happened this evening, he thinks that this might be what makes his ears burn red the most. Your body so vulnerably connected with his own. Just the two of you in this quiet world.

The silence feels intimate and fragile. Brain still hazy from your orgasms, you don’t think you’ve ever quite looked at your bedroom ceiling from his angle. 

Strangely enough, Satoru’s warm weight on you feels comforting. Neither of you speak now. Nor do you speak when Satoru carries you to bed, searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe you clean with. 

It’s only when he lingers at the foot of your bed - uncertain - that the silence is broken. “Get in, stupid.” you scoff, opening the covers invitingly.

Of course, an elated smile overtaking his face, Satoru jumps in your bed with enough force to send you both bouncing. It was childish. It was so ridiculous. It had you barking out a surprised laugh at his antics.

In your joy, you don’t even realize that Satoru has stopped moving - frozen, smile slipping off his face and staring at you with an unknown spark in his eyes. 

“What?” you question, feeling strangely self-conscious. 

White locks tousling as he shakes his head, he breathes, “It’s the first time I’ve made you laugh.” The words hang in the delicate atmosphere, tension so thick you think it could snap any moment.

You hide your face in your hands, palms clammy. “You- you make me sound like some sort of evil witch.” you stammer out, embarrassment pooling in your gut. The tension in the air dissipates, yet the intensity in Satoru’s gaze remains.

Satoru understands, smiling blindingly. He pulls your naked body to his, wrapping his arms tenderly around your waist as you both bury into the covers. “Well, more of a hardass than an evil witch.”

“Satoru?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You still have to finish your citations.”

A/N. Can be read as a standalone BUT part 2 planned for next longfic Sunday!

Plagiarism not authorized.

[evie-sturns]

Never have I ever - matt sturniolo

summary: an innocent game of never have i ever with your bestfriend matt, turns into you finding out his biggest secret, hes still a virgin. you have to teach him a thing or two.

contains: smut, virginity loss, clueless!matt, inexperienced!matt x experienced!reader, fluff, making out, bestfriend!matt.

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"okay- never have i everr... pissed the bed above the age of 16." i laugh, staring at matt who has a grin on his face.

"i am GLAD to say i have not." matt smiles, wiping his face.

"whatt!! i have!" i exclaim,

matt and i burst out laughing, him pushing me over on the bed. i fall on my back, still uncontrollably laughing.

i sit back up on the matress,

"your turn now!" i say,

matt pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, they slip down everytime he speaks.

"i dont have one!" matt instantly snaps back, shutting down my suggestion.

"okay ill go again." i grin cheekily.

"never have i everrr cried after sex." i speak,

matt visibly tenses, his smile faltering.

"oh- um- i dont know-" matt laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

matt adjusts his glasses again, something he seems to do when he’s nervous.

"come onn, you can tell me!" i push,

matts eyes are going everywhere but mine, his cheeks flushed and his hands fidgety.

"im- like.. what- what do you mean." matt stammers,

"are you okay? you dont have to say." i say softly,

"no its fine- it doesnt- just shut up.” he mumbles,

“if you have it’s fine!!” i giggle

“i’ve never like- done anything so…” matt says quietly, an awkward chuckle escaping his lips.

“what?”

matt avoids eye contact, “it’s not a big deal,”

i nod, “no yeah- i know it’s not a big deal i just was convinced you’ve done a lot.”

matt shakes his head, “no.”

i grab his hand, “you know you can tell me stuff like that, right?”

he nods, “it’s just embarrassing..”

i shake my head, “no it’s not, i would never judge you.”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. his cheeks are deep red and his head is tilted down and his gaze is fixed on his lap.

matt’s never really talked about his sex life, he’s always been a reserved person ever since i met him, now i can see why.

“i’ve never even made out with a girl, like i’ve kissed and shit but never made out, isn’t that so embarrassing?” matt starts to open up

“you’ve never even made out?” i repeat, my eyes widening.

“see- that reaction is why i don’t tell people.” matt groans, flopping back on the pillows as he throws his face into his hands.

“no- no it’s not a bad thing!” i state,

matt’s nods silently,

i stare down at him as he looks up at me,

suddenly he speaks.

“would you teach me stuff if i asked.” he blurts out

“pardon?” i say, not convinced that i heard him correctly.

“like how to have sex and stuff, if not that’s okay and we’ll forget this whole thing ever happened- i just trust you a lot and i feel like it would just be a friendly thing.” matt speaks fast, stumbling over his words

“you actually want me to..?”

matt nods shyly, his cheeks now a deep red.

“it won’t matter afterwards- it’s just purely so you’re not a virgin anymore?” i clarify,

matt nods again, “yes- no strings attatched..”

i take a deep breath, “you’re sure?”

matt speaks, “i am, i’m sorry-“

i furrow my eyebrows, “don’t be sorry, i’m glad you trust me.”

matt nods again.

i grab his chin, “just follow my lead baby.”

matt’s eyes widen, a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

i press my lips to his softly, a small gasp escaping his mouth.

our lips slot together perfectly, my nose brushed against his as i tilt my head to the right.

i run my hands up the back of his neck to the back of his hair, tugging loosely at the strands.

matt’s hands are practically glued by his sides, i grin as i grab his wrists, placing his hands on the curve of my waist.

i slowly dip my tongue inside his mouth,

although matt said he’d never made out before, it doesn’t seem like it, he’s impossibly good.

matt sits up on his knees, the matress dips beneath his weight.

i scoot closer to him, the wet sounds of our lips smacking together fill the silent room.

i slowly pull away to catch my breath, our panting loud and heavy.

matt has a different look in his eyes, more needy but dominant, he wants more.

he grabs the back of my neck and tugs me closer to him, colliding our lips again.

“you’re good at this.” i mutter against his raw lips, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“no i’m not.” he mumbles, his face inches away from mine.

“you definitely are.” i say softly,

i crawl onto his lap, he grabs my jaw and pulls me back into him.

our tongues fight for dominance, i clearly seem to be winning.

i can tell matt enjoys this, enjoys me being in full control.

i pull away again, “matt- should we start?” i breathe.

he covers his face, “i’m gonna be so clueless.”

“matt that’s okay, i promise, you said that about kissing and you were fucking good.”

matt’s breathes nervously as i shift on his lap,

“no but i barely know anything about this.. like i know the basics but nothing else and-“ he starts,

i press a finger to his lips, “shh.”

“i’m here to teach you, remember?” i say gently, running my hand through his hair.

he nods, “okay- okay.”

i smile at him reassuringly,

i reach for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up over my head.

matt’s eyes are trained on my lacy black bra, his cheeks instantly blushing

“wanna try take this off?” i say, referencing my bra

matt nods frantically, his hands reach up behind my back and fiddle with the clasp.

after a short amount of time he gently unclasps it, letting it fall fowards on his chest.

he sits up straight against the headboard, me still sat on his lap.

matt’s eyes are fixed on my tits, which are right in his face.

he stares shamelessly, “fuck..”

i feel him growing through his sweatpants, his bulge pressing against my clothed cunt.

“you’re hard?” i whisper, reaching for his waistband.

he nods,

i tug down his waistband to his mid thighs,

“im gonna take these off.” i speak,

matt whines softly, “okay- okay.”

i tug down his boxers, his erection springing out.

holy shit.

“not to boost your ego or anything but that’s big matt.” i tell him,

matt lets out a breathless laugh, “stop that..”

“have you ever had a blowjob?” i ask, knowing the answer already.

“no- no! i told you..” he replies, his tone whiny and embarrassed.

i grin, getting off his lap and sitting between his thighs,

i lay between his thighs, propped up on my elbows as his dick is inches away from my face.

i kitten lick his tip, a sharp gasp escaping matt’s mouth.

he bucks his hips up instantly,

“you’re so sensitive.”

matt breathes heavily,

i wrap my lips around his tip, taking the head of his cock in my mouth.

“ohh- oh my god..” matt groans, covering his face with his large hands.

i swirl my tongue around his tip, before taking more of him down my throat.

“fuck- fuck oh god-!” matt whimpers,

i instinctively clench as i hear his whimper, it was so fucking hot.

i look up at him through my eyelashes, his framed glasses sit ontop of his light blue eyes, which are now scrunched shut.

his glasses have always turned me on, it makes him seem more innocent.

matt clutches his bedsheets,

he gasp as i continue to take him down my throat.

i suddenly pull off of him, matt’s eyes opening slowly.

“don’t stop please.” he mumbles, his hands shaking lightly.

“i don’t want you to cum yet, you’ll be all overstimulated if you do.” i tell him,

i crawl back up onto his lap, sitting on his thighs.

matt’s dick rests against his stomach, still fully hard

i tug his shirt off over his head, “you’re sweating.” i laugh.

“how could i not i mean- you’ve just left me fully hard here and-!” matt complains,

i press a finger to his lips, “shh sh.”

he whines, “i want you so bad.”

“you want my pussy?” i ask, playing with the ties of my shorts.

matt nods frantically,

i sit up slightly to tug my shorts off,

matt stares down at me, still sat happily on his upper thighs.

he looks at my black lacy panties, which match the bra i had on.

he shyly reaches down, dragging his cold finger over the fabric of my panties, just lightly grazing my clit.

“please- please.” matt sighs,

i smile, tugging my panties to the side.

matt throws his head back as i’m revealed to him, clearly overwhelmed.

“i can’t- i need you right now.”

i grin, hovering myself above his tip.

“can you- can you be on top, like in charge.” matt asks shyly,

“yeah, of course i can.” i say,

“you ready?” i follow up,

“yes- yes.”

i slowly sink down onto his tip, both of our gasps filling the room.

matt’s dick almost instantly twitches inside of me.

his cheeks go a deep shade of red.

i sink further down on his length, matt arches his back off the bed. a small cry escaping his mouth.

“you- oh my- that feels so good-“ matt babbles,

i fully bottom out on him, sitting comfortably as i try to adjust to his girth.

matt lets out ragged breathes,

he reaches up and grabs my waist, the same thing i taught him to do while we were making out earlier.

i start to slowly drag myself back up his cock, almost pulling out then dropping back down again. i position his hands to my ass.

he sinks his fingers into the plush of my ass as he try’s to contain himself.

“y-you can make noises,” i assure him,

his lips are pursed in a thin straight line, which he instantly stops doing as soon as i tell him not to.

he lets out a well needed moan, his voice cracking.

“you- you usually guide the girl up and down your dick.” i say, still sticking to the ‘teacher’ label that he wanted me to do.

overall, this is just for me to teach him.. right?

matt helps me, pulling me up and down on his length,

“please- please i need to cum.” matt whimpers breathlessly,

“you can hold it.” i say,

i start to pick up the pace, bouncing harder, and faster on him.

his tip kisses my cervix, each vein fills me up so much.

he starts to squirm, his glasses fall off his face onto his chest.

i grab his glasses, without thinking putting them on me.

matt stares at me, instantly letting out a guttural moan at the sight.

“i can’t- please let me cum- please!” matt raises his voice, his voice high pitched and whiny

“i need to! i need to fuck!” matt rambles, his voice breaking as he sinks his fingers further into my sss.

“you- you can cum-“ i tell him,

matt lets out a high pitched whimper as he finishes.

he coats my inside with his release, his abs tensing and his eyes scrunching shut.

i let my head tip back, his glasses shifting up my nose.

i clench around his sensitive cock before orgasming aswell,

“matt!!” i squeal,

i slowly start to come down from the orgasm, gently lifting myself off his dick.

matt lays in the sheets, his body trembling.

i lay foward on his chest, pulling his glasses off of my face and putting them back on his.

he smiles softly, his eyes shut and beads of sweat on his forehead.

he pants heavily into my ear as i lay ontop of him.

a comfortable silence fills the room, accompanied sounds of our heavy breathing.

matt breaks the silence after a second.

“that glasses thing- was so hot.” he sighs, reffering to me riding him with his own glasses on.

i smile, chuckling softly into his shoulder.

matt speaks up again.

“um- i know we said it was a one time thing but.. do you maybe think we could maybe do it again tomorrow.. just so you know- you could teach me more..?”

“i could make that happen.”

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@downbad4reid

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[rinkkuma]

୨୧ JJK BOYS AS BFS

ft. yuta okkotsu, suguru geto, & yuuji itadori

tags. reader implied to have long enough hair to tie up in one of suguru's, gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. gave my bbg (satoru) his own separate post here! i am planning to do a part two! stay tuned (≧∀≦)

YUTA OKKOTSU

definitely the type to be a tiny bit shy at the beginning of your relationship. nervous to ask if he could hold your hand or whatnot, but the moment you say yes his worries melt away. but once he gets comfortable.. oh boy. he is holding your hand 24/7. his hand is super soft though and he gives you the occasional playful squeeze as he smiles at you.

all the other second years teased the fuck out of yuta before you two started dating. his heart nearly stops beating every time he talked to you, there were butterflies in his stomach, his words were getting jumbled, everything that could go wrong did. he tried his very best not to be nervous and obvious about his crush on you, but it eventually slipped while the two of you were having casual conversation with the other second years. (they all face planted and laughed uncontrollably but hey, at least he finally confessed)

he is so gentle with you. whenever he hugs or cuddles with you, his hold is never too strong or too loose. he will never raise your voice at you for whatever reason. he always follows the sidewalk rule. walks slightly faster when he needs to open a door so he can open it for you. pulling out a chair for you. whatever it may be, he treats you like royalty.

yuta is super attentive! the second he sees you slightly shiver, he is taking off his jacket and handing it to you without a second thought. when he notices the look of wanting to go home while you're out and about, he is dragging you to the car. even the slightest change in facial expression, yuta will notice.

will do any chores for you. especially if you hate doing them. he's bored out of his mind while you're doing an assignment, and he doesn't want to bother you? he is cleaning your room, doing your laundry, and sweeping the floors. yuta doesn't mind doing them either! i mean it was gonna be done sooner or later, so why not just do it now?

SUGURU GETO

like the gentleman he is, insists on carrying your bag. anywhere, anytime. after you buy something, he snatches the bag on the counter before you have the chance. the bags are never heavy to him. unless he's carrying a whole haul of bags he'll admit it's a tiny bit heavy, but he would rather die than have you carry your bags.

catches himself staring at you a lot. you could be having a conversation at a table facing each other, and he'll rest his chin on his hand and look at you with the most lovestruck expression ever. when you fall asleep before him, he looks at you with a soft smile all the while he cups your face.

before you two start dating, he smiles so hard while he texts you. (his smile is even bigger now that you're dating, but we'll save that for another time) he almost starts giggling and kicking his feet type excited. suguru also adds ‘my’ to the beginning of your name for your contact name when you officially start dating.

always has hair ties on his wrist for you. (and partially for him) notices that your hair keeps getting in your face while you study? he is already tying it for you. speaking of doing your hair, he can do any hairstyle. literally you could show him a hairstyle you wanna try, and he does it perfectly the first time.

discreetly sprints runs to the passenger side of the car to open the door for you. absolutely insists on opening the door for you. especially if it's raining, he does not want you to get the slightest bit wet, so he opens the door while holding an umbrella over you. one time while it was raining though, he almost slipped and you burst out laughing.

YUUJI ITADORI

if he ever overhears you talking about a certain movie or show with him or someone else, he will one hundred percent watch it for you so he can talk to you about it. even if it's not his cup of tea, it gives him an excuse to see you ramble about something you enjoy and allows him to listen intently.

he loves hearing you laugh and seeing you smile, so he makes a lot of jokes around you. sometimes they aren't really funny, but you always crack a small laugh every time and it makes his heart race every time.

will hold the umbrella for the two of you when it rains. the first time it started raining while you guys were out, he was jumping for joy. (in his head) he has been waiting for this moment since like, forever and he almost always carries an umbrella around during the winter season just in case of this. the second it started to rain, he pulled it out of his pocket (that you did not know existed) and opened it up over the two of you. if the umbrella is too small for the two of you, he makes sure it's at least covering you. he does not care if he gets wet.

very slightly panicked if you ever get hurt. it could be as small as a paper cut, a scrape on your knee from falling, and oh boy. he is losing his mind. it's not like he didn't know how to tend wounds, but he would be so worried that your tiny little paper cut would be life-threatening. after about 2 hours of calming him down, he is no longer worried about the injury.

bakes you a cake for your birthday! (with the help of megumi, nobara, and all of the second years of course) it was a disastrous experience to say the least, but the cake didn't turn out too bad. sneakily figures out your favorite cake flavor a few weeks prior. (he asked megumi to randomly start a conversation with you about dessert and lured you into finding your favorite flavor) he shows up to your door first thing in the morning before he starts to sing (in the doorway) and gives you a bazillion hugs throughout the whole day.

[rebelliousmuse]

Camera Malfunction - C.B. pt 2

Check part 1 here:

https://www.tumblr.com/rebelliousmuse/755390305921040384/camera-malfunction-cb?source=share

Still not a pro in using Tumblr, don't laugh.

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"The Estes Method is a technique designed to facilitate communication with the supernatural," Sam explains to the camera, "it involves a spirit box, this device I'm holding right here, that rapidly scans radio frequencies. This is believed to help spirits communicate with our world." Colby, blindfolded and wearing headphones connected to the spirit box, takes a deep breath. "Ready?" he asks.

"Let's do this" Kris replies.

"Hello" Sam calls out into the quiet room. "Is anyone here?"

A moment of silence passes, then Colby's voice breaks through. "Here" he says, his tone filled with surprise, the rest of the team exchange excited glances.

"We're..." Colby speaks again but stops. "And something I didn't understand" his face shows cofusion.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Cindy... Blackwood" Colby replies, his voice echoes through the parent's bedroom.

Excitement ripples through the group. "Hi, Cindy, nice to meet you" Sam says. "Can you tell us what happened in this room?"

"They were together" Colby responds, and pauses as if gathering his thoughts.

"Woah, who?" Sam asks with wide eyes.

"Maybe her husband cheated?" Kris suggests. "Oh my god, what if her husband had a mistress and she was the one that killed them all out of anger because he didn't choose her or something like that?!"

You feel a shiver run down your spine. This is getting too intense. You try to play it off, but your nervousness is evident.

"No" Colby says. "The man... punished... not a woman... loyal"

"Oh, then what was she talking about?" Sam asks towards Kris and you.

"Your friends" Colby replies, your eyes widen in shock. Sam and Kris exchange confused glances.

Sam leans forward, his eyes fixed on Colby "What about our friends?"

Colby shurgs nonchalantly, "I already told you."

Kris raises an eyebrow, her skepticism evident. "Um... can you, uh, say it again?"

Colby hesitates before answering, "The boy and the girl..."

Sam presses on "Yeah, what about them?"

You glance at your watch, feeling a growing sense of urgency, "Guys, we should really wrap this up. It's getting really late."

Kris's smile widens as she meets your gaze "Why?"

Colby's breath quickens, and his leg bounces nervously "Moans and sweat" he says still blinfolded and connected to the spirit box.

Kris says "Okay, let's stop this" as her eyes twinkle and Sam nods in agreement. "On my bed... they did..." Colby immediately clamps a hand over his mouth realizing his slip-up.

Sam chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief with a weird look on his face, "Alright, enough". He touches Colby's shoulder, making him take the headphones and blindfold off.

You and Colby exchange a nervous glance, your cheeks bruning bright. You both look over at your friends, who are staring at you expectantly. Colby looks away guiltily, his face turning a shade of crimson.

Kris bursts into laughter, her eyes wide with amusement. "You did what?" she asks, still giggling uncontrollably.

You try to supress a smile and swat at Kris playfully "Shut uppp!"

After investigating some more through the place, you and Kris walk outside the manor, "I'm glad it's over" Kris murmurs, rubbing her arms. "That place gave me the creeps"

You nod in agreement, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush of the investigation. "Me too. I think we found more than enough evidence for this video."

You peer from the outside through a window and see Sam and Colby setting up their final shot inside the living room. As they film the outro they seem to be in good spirits, laughing and joking with each other. But then, as soon as they turn the camera off, something changes. Sam's face suddenly darkens, and his fists clench. You can't hear what they're saying, but it's clear that they're arguing.

Kris nudges your arm. "Do you think they're okey?"

You shake your head. "I don't know. Let's just keep an eye on them."

As you and Kris watch, the argument escalates. Sam's voice becomes louder, and his words are punctuated by angry gestures. Colby looks increasingly distressed. Finally, Sam turns on his heel and storms out the room. Colby slumps onto the couch, looking defeated.

You and Kris exchange worried glances. Whatever happened between them, it's clearly serious.

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Sam's voice is low and menacing as he glances at Colby, "You are the worst!" Colby shrinks back with eyes filled with guilt. "I can't believe you fucked her! You knew about my feelings for her!"

Colby's face contorts in pain, "I'm sorry, man. It just happened. I won't do it again, I swear."

"Oh, for fucks sake, don't lie to me. You know how much she means to me"

"I do, I'm sorry, it was an accident. I don't want to lose you. You're my brother, Sam."

Sam's anger boils over, "An accident?! Go to hell, Brock!"

With that, Sam turns on his heel and storms out the room, slamming the door behind him. Colby is left alone regretting giving in to temptation with you.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Head In The Clouds

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: The Ballon D'or surprises absolutely nobody but you

In all honesty, you came for the free drinks - though neither Alexia nor Aitana let you have any of the alcoholic ones.

Your nomination for the Ballon D'or was surprising to absolutely nobody but you. Sure, you had an alright season (a hattrick in the Champion's League final being the highlight) but you were only sixteen. You didn't think that you stacked up to the likes of your teammates let alone all the footballers in the world.

In fact, you hadn't even been looking at the nominations the day they came out until Keira called you in congratulations.

It completely blindsided you and still, as you sat at the awards ceremony, you were mainly thinking about whether you could slip away from your guardians for the night and find out if there were any good chip shops in Paris.

You were off in your own little world, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in your seat and sleep - though Alexia smacked at your legs every time you tried to tuck your knees up to remind you that you were on live tv.

You rolled your eyes each time but didn't try to fight it.

With Aitana on your left and Alexia on your right, you were completely trapped and you debated in your head which of them would get it this year - if Aitana would get her second or Alexia her third or, if finally, Sam Kerr would stop coming in second place and win.

But, it seemed that Aitana had misconstrued your daydreaming as worry and she wrapped on arm around your shoulders.

"Don't be nervous," She said," It's all going to be really easy. Do you have your speech ready?"

"Speech?" You asked," What speech?"

Aitana just laughed, like she thought you were joking about something.

You were so confused and, as the award presenters waffled on about something or other, you glanced back a few rows to see Frido and Mapi. Maybe, if you asked really nicely and targeted whichever of your teammates were riding the high of the Ballon D'or, they would let you find a chip shop with Frido and Mapi.

You were so in your head, in fact, that you didn't even realise what was going on until you got an elbow in the stomach and a camera in your face.

"What?" You hissed at Aitana, who had elbowed you.

Everyone was clapping and you were hopelessly lost as to what was going on.

Aitana just laughed, beaming at you. "What are you waiting for?"

You looked wildly to Alexia. "What's she talking about?"

Alexia laughed too. "You just won! Go on! Up you get!"

You didn't get up though, glued to your seat with eyes as wide as saucers. This wasn't how your night was meant to be going. In fact, you were so glued into place that Aitana and Alexia both had to pull you up to your feet and walk you over to collect your award.

"If it wasn't obvious," Aitana said into the microphone," She wasn't expecting this. Give her a second to collect her thoughts."

"Er..." Your pause was very long and you could just about make out Frido and Mapi laughing hysterically in the crowd. "Thank you?" Your hands were shaking as you held the award. You looked wildly at Alexia and Aitana, who flanked you like two bodyguards. "Er...Are you sure this is mine?"

●～●～●～●～

You never did get your chips but you did get a lot of teasing.

Especially, when you flew back to Barcelona to get ready for your next match.

Patri, for one, couldn't even look at you without bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

"It's not funny!" You insisted as you had to stop your passing drill again because she was rolling around the ground in laughter, tears leaking from her eyes from laughing too much.

"It's so funny!" She said through her giggles. "You...You were just sitting there! No thought behind your eyes! And then asking if they were sure? Gold! TV gold!"

"Shut up! You're so mean! It was just unexpected!"

"Unexpected?" Pina scoffed from where she was passing to Paredes. "To you? You're probably the only one who didn't expect it. You're a prodigy, kid."

"A prodigy who could barely string along a sentence!" Patri was still laughing, clutching at her belly. She got up to poke you in the cheek. "Did you need Ale and Tana to whisper what you needed to say in your ear? Need your Mamas to make up your speech for you?"

You pushed her finger away, snapping your teeth at her in warning when she tried to do it again. If they wanted to treat you like a little kid then you would happily go back to your biting phase.

"Shut up!" Your cheeks coloured at the reminder of Alexia and Aitana needing to run you through what to say in your acceptance speech. It was funny for absolutely everybody but you.

Your cheeks puffed out in embarrassment and suddenly you were tackled to the ground.

Pina pinned you to the turf and ruffled your hair. "Barca's little prodigy!" She cried out for everybody on the pitch to hear. "Ballon D'or winner! She just needs a little help getting her head out of the clouds sometimes!"

You tried to wrestle your way up but Patri jumped onto the pile too and you were trapped under the pair of them, wriggling and blushing at their teasing.

The pair kept up their teasing all day, even when Paredes made them get up.

"Come on! Leave it! It's embarrassing enough! People keep sending me memes about it!"

Patri and Pina broke, once again, into hysterical laughter as they sandwiched you between them on the way to lunch. Pina, in particular, was taking great joy in giving you the blow-by-blow of hers and Patri's reaction to watching the show on tv and the way you didn't realise you had won until a good thirty seconds after it was announced.

"I get it! I get it!" Despite yourself, you were laughing too and didn't even notice that the canteen was suspiciously dark. Your mind wandered easily again, from what you were having for lunch to whether you could seek refuge at Lucy and Keira's place so you didn't have to deal with more teasing.

"Congratulations!"

In a horrible twist of fate, you froze just like you did at the Ballon D'or - eyes wide and mouth open.

It set Patri and Pina off all over again, stumbling into each other and falling to the ground to laugh - pointing at your face.

You didn't pay them much attention though as you stared at the cake in front of you. In the darkness, you couldn't quite make out what was on it but the rest of the team were grinning so you weren't too worried.

"I'm so proud of you, elskling," Ingrid said, the first one to come up and hug you, rocking you back and forth with her as Mapi kicked at Patri and Pina's prone forms - definitely taking advantage of their inability to get up.

Keira took her place next then Ona then Jana and Bruna then Frido until everybody had given you a hug and congratulations - bar Patri and Pina who had finally decided to fight back against Mapi's childish kicking.

You were filled with nice fuzzy feelings as you got enough hugs to last a lifetime. You felt like you were floating on air, stuck up on a cloud somewhere.

Only to come plummeting back down to reality when you realised that whoever had arranged the cake had also arranged for it to feature your stupid, head-in-the-clouds face after you won.

"Are you serious?! Come on!"

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST ❤️

Chapter 14

Brian walked into the house and immediately burst into tears. He crumpled to floor and cried for his mommy. “Oh baby, my goodness what’s wrong?” she asked as she sat down on the floor next to him. He nuzzled his face into her chest. She held him tight, “Shhhhh, everything is ok. Mommy is here. Do you think you can calm down enough to tell me what happened?”

Between sobs, Brian tried to tell her about his day, “I I, wet my pull-up twice today and then I lost my paci, but Samantha found and gave it back to me. And then she told me I should wear thicker protection.” His speech sounded like that of an excited toddler, as his short sentences rolled one into the next, “And, and, and then I had to go to a meeting about a new client and it was Babies R Us. I got so nervous in the meeting that I tried to pee just a little bit, but but but…”. Brian wailed like a helpless child. He was so upset that he didn’t even notice that he was uncontrollably wetting his pants again. Rebecca noticed the growing wet spot on the front of his pants. She continued to act like a concerned mother, but inside she was elated. He was becoming a baby before her very eyes, “But what honey? Tell mommy what happened.”

“I, I, I…soaked my pull-up. I am so ashamed mommy, I’m becoming a baby. I don’t know how I am going to make it through work tomorrow,” he buried his head into her chest again.

“That was very of brave of you to tell me what happened. And you know what? You are just a baby. You are mommy’s special little boy. Babies have accidents. That why I put you in pull-ups this morning. But it sounds like Samantha might be right. We might need to send you in something a little thicker tomorrow. Although you are just a baby, just imagine that when you are at work, you are pretending to be a big boy and doing all the things big boys do. But when you get home, you won’t have to pretend anymore. Mommy knows its hard being a big boy. Now, I see a very wet little boy who is desperate need of a change,” she said lifting up off the floor.

Brian let her guide him back to the bedroom. He descended into a haze again, but he knew that mommy would make everything better. She laid out a changing mat on the bed and beckoned him over. She unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, “Ok step out these for me.” Brian stuck his thumb in his mouth and followed her directions. After taking off his pants, she pulled off his soaking wet onesie. “Lay down on the changing bad for me. Oh my goodness you are soaked. You really went pee-pee,” she said as she tickled his belly. Brian giggled behind his thumb. She tore off the pull-up and wiped him down with some wipes. You know what, I think we should get you into a bath. Won’t that be nice?” she cooed at him.

She led him off into the bathroom and set his naked butt on the toilet seat, his thumb never leaving his mouth. “Now you sit here like a good boy, while I start your bath.” Brian just nodded, content to let her do everything for him. She drew he bath and added some bubbles. “Ok, hop in.” Brian sat down, the water barely coming up over his crotch, but he didn’t mind. The bubbles smelled nice and it was fun to splash. “Brian, I got you something for bath time,” she said excitedly and produced a big rubber ducky. His eyes lit up. In the past, his adult brain prevented him from truly enjoying his toys, but this felt different. He was genuinely excited about the rubber ducky. “Can you tell me what sound a duck makes?” Rebecca asked as she kneeled down next to the tub.

“Qwack,” Brian chirped.

“That’s right!”she cheered. “Now you play with that while mommy cleans you up.” Brian moved his ducky through the water and splashed about, making all kinds of silly little sounds. Rebecca smiled and laughed at her silly little boy, “Mommy is so very happy to see you playing and enjoying yourself. Isn’t that so much better than worrying about all those scary big boy things?”

Brian fervently nodded his head and went back to playing. Rebecca grapped a wash cloth and started washing him all over. He bristled a little when she washed his face and behind his ears. “Can you stand up, mommy needs to wash that pee-pee and your cute little butt.” Brian did as he was told. She rubbed the washcloth over his crotch and his bottom. Brian’s thumb returned to his mouth and she washed him up. Two days ok, if she had done this, he would have been overcome with shame and embarrassment, but in this moment it felt right. He had not a care in the world. “Ok its time to hop out now.”

“But mommy, I don’t wanna. I was having fun with ducky,” he whined.

“I know sweetheart and I’m so glad that you are having fun, but mommy still has to make dinner. And I know a big baby that needs to get his diaper on. We don’t want you peeing all over the floor,” she guided him out of the tub and dried him off. Hand in hand, the two returned to the bedroom where she diapered him and dressed him in another onesie. She clipped on a different pacifier than he was used to and he made a face at Rebecca. “Mommy has already started getting my baby lots of stuff.” Brian didn’t respond, but simply popped the pacifier in his mouth. In just a matter of two days, Brian was growing more and more dependent on his pacifier. It soothed him. He recalled his mother saying that he had a hard time letting go of it when he was a toddler.

After he was diapered and dressed, she led back to the den and laid him down on the couch like she had done the previous evening. She went to the kitchen and retuned with a bottle of milk and then placed the headphones over his ears. “Remember, this music helps you relax and be the best baby you can for mommy,” she whispered and then kissed his forehead. Brian began to nurse the bottle and in a few moments his eyes closed. When she was certain that he was content, she went to the kitchen to make dinner. But before she started cooking, she pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts. She and Brian had gone out for drinks with Samantha on a few occasions. Although she didn’t know her well, they got along well. There was something about her she knew she could trust. She found her number and sent her a message: We need to talk.

[kittyball23]

Hey, Kittyball23, I was hoping for the fanfiction of the birth of the Broppy baby, whenever you're ready to publish it.

Ready now!

Baby (a Trolls fanfic)

“Ugh, how long is this gonna take?”

Clay looked at Viva as though she had grown a second head. “How long?” he asked. “Rhonda’s parked just outside the clearing. We’re literally two seconds away from reaching it!”

“Yeah!” John Dory piped up. “Hold your horses there, girlie, we’ll get to camping soon enough!”

“No, not that,” Viva clarified. “I mean, how long until the baby?!” she said, tossing the pleading eyes at her younger sister, and glancing longingly up into her bright pink hair, where she and Branch’s unborn egg was still safely incubated.

Poppy giggled. “Viva, it’s not long now! It’s any day!”

“I know,” she moaned, “but, heck, how do you know when it’s gonna happen?”

“We don’t,” Branch explained. “But Dr. Moonbloom said when it’s time, we’ll know. Especially once Poppy says - “

“The baby is coming!!”

“Exactly!”

“No, Branch!” Poppy cried, grabbing onto his arm. “The baby IS coming! It’s coming, like, NOW!”

The blue troll froze. “Now? Like now, NOW?!”

Poppy responded only with situating herself at the nearest mushroom that could support her weight and bracing.

It was at this point that everybody else began to react.

Viva was absolutely bursting at the seams. “OmigoshomigoshomiGOSH!!!” she gushed, over and over, bouncing around in an uncontrolled ball of energy.

Floyd offered reassurance. “Everything will be alright, Poppy, just remember to breathe.”

“Floyd’s right! Just stay calm and breathe, Poppy, BREATHE!” Branch said, although he himself was not as calm in his tone of voice, and sounded more like he was ready to have a heart attack. Smacking a leaf mask onto his face he approached Poppy with frantically waving arms. “Just remember your training!”

“Training?” John Dory blurted out next to him. “What training? We don’t have any training!”

“NOT YOU, man!” Clay cried. “He’s talking about Poppy!”

But the Pop Queen brushed them all off. “Guys, we don’t need any training. All I literally have to do is just put out my arms” - she put them out - “and get ready to hug!” she demonstrated, beaming.

“Luck favors the prepared!” Branch countered.

“I think you mean the crazy-prepared,” Bruce amended, “but, I have to agree with Branch on this one. It’s better to take at least some precautions.” With that, the experienced father began to shout out orders. “All right, you get some towels,” he said, motioning to Clay, “and you get some hot water,” he said, motioning to Floyd. “And - “

“What can I do?” John Dory asked, grinning hopefully.

Bruce’s eyes widened, having not exactly thought of a task for their oldest brother - aside from standing out of the way. “Err…”

“Come on, I’ve got tons of supplies that could be helpful! Look!” He reached into his green hair and pulled out a frying pan. “Ah, see? This will work, right?”

“Yes,” Bruce said sarcastically. “And I know just how…” He snatched it from his hands, and whacked JD upside the head!

“OUCH!” the Troll whined. “What was that for?”

“Does it look like we’re frying chicken?! Or scrambling eggs?” “WHATT’YOU MEAN THE EGG IS SCRAMBLED??”

Bruce whirled around at the sound of his frantic younger brother’s voice. His younger brother, whose eye was twitching, and was just about on the edge of a nervous breakdown!

“WHOA Branch, chill, I wasn’t talking about you guys’ egg!” Bruce attempted to clarify. “Everything is going splendid. Right, Poppy?” he called out to his sister-in-law.

“I’ll say it has,” Poppy giggled, “Jr.’s been enjoying the whole show!”

“See, Branch?” Bruce said to him. “There’s nothing to worry abou - “

“Jr.?” Branch questioned, interrupting.

“Jr.?” Clay and Floyd echoed, having just returned with the items that they were sent to get.

Slowly, all five brothers glanced over towards Poppy’s direction -

- and their breaths were taken away at the sight that met them.

Because right there - cradled in her arms and with her Auntie Viva gushing over them - was the baby, having hatched as the frantic new father was flustering about.

OUR baby, Branch reminded himself as he met Poppy’s sparkling fuschia gaze with calm, yet emotional, teary eyes.

“Poppy…” he whispered, touched, heart so full of love that no other feeling was possible to be occupying his emotions.

Bruce recognized this moment - having felt it so many times before himself, when Brandy had had their children - and ushered their brothers away.

“All right, come on, guys,” he said, “it’s time to give them some privacy.”

“But the baby!” John Dory exclaimed, clearly wanting to meet his niece or nephew.

“I’m sure we’ll have our chance,” Floyd said optimistically, patting him on the back.

“Well… okay,” JD said, pouting in a way that made him not at all look like the eldest of their bunch, but ultimately complying.

“And that goes for you, too, Viva,” Clay said with a meaningful look.

“Aw…” She pouted, but knew he was right, and followed him. Viva took one last peek over her shoulder before heading off. “Kinda makes me wanna have one of my own,” she said, casting a look heavy with implication at him.

Clay blushed. “O-oh! Well, um, I, um… maybe it will happen one day,” he replied.

She snuggled beside him and grinned. “That would be great.”

And as they trekked off, it was only Branch and Poppy left to themselves.

“Come on,” Poppy said, gesturing to him from where he was still a distance away. “She wants to meet you.”

“It’s a girl?” he asked, mystified.

Poppy nodded, and indeed, Branch could see the little lashes on her eyes and the adorable little smile that looked so much like her mother’s that it took his breath away. He, however, could see his own features on the child as well, indicative with her indigo hair, and bluish skintone. Slowly, he moved forward, each step becoming lighter and more eager than the next, until finally he was next to them.

He looked down at the baby.

The baby looked up at him.

Both smiled at each other.

“She’s… gorgeous,” he finally said.

The baby sweetly giggled in response.

He reached out, ready to caress her, but paused. “Can I… touch her?”

Poppy gave him a baffled look. “Can you? You’re the father! Of course you can!”

She transferred her to Branch’s awaiting arms, the baby giggling again.

“Daddy’s silly, isn’t he?” Poppy said, smirking.

Branch would’ve thought of a comeback, but he was completely enraptured by the small child he was holding. The most wonderful representation of their love for one another, and the greatest gift she had given him; his entire being seemed to glow with pride and love, and a warm feeling filled every corner of him.

"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Poppy sighed, equally as fascinated.

"Yeah..." he replied, and then spoke to the baby. "It's great to finally meet you... um..." Branch faltered, realizing that he didn't even know exactly what to call her!

"Oh, right, we need a name!" Poppy stated excitedly. She hummed in thought for a second, and then came up with a suggestion. "How about... Baby Branch?"

"Uh, she's a girl."

"I know, I'm kidding," she giggled. "It's just, she wouldn't even be this cute if it weren't for you, right?"

Branch chuckled. "I beg to differ," he said, nudging her playfully, in a way that let her know that she was also a contributor to the baby's adorableness. But when he tried to think of a name that would be unique and suitable, his mind was drawing a blank.

Poppy could see this, and she asked, “What was your grandma’s name?”

“Rosiepuff,” he answered.

“How about that?” she suggested.

“Really?”

“It’s nice, don’t you think? And I like it.”

It is. But Branch had another idea. “How about just Rosie?” It was an homage to his grandmother, and also allowed their baby to have her own distinction.

“Rosie,” Poppy repeated, testing it out, and liking it very much. She wasn’t the only one who liked it. The baby squirmed and smiled in response.

“I think that would work,” she agreed, first leaning in to peck little Rosie on her forehead, and then sharing a kiss with Branch. He wrapped an arm around Poppy’s shoulder and cuddled the baby close to them with the other, fully content with the decision and the new life produced.

“Can we come see now?”

The new parents looked up to find Viva and the rest of the bros, huddled together some paces away, seeming all-too-ready to greet the newborn.

They laughed. “Yes, you can,” Branch assured, feeling much more relaxed than he did before.

Viva beamed. “YAY!” She whizzed over and was the first to reach her sister’s side. “AWW, sis! I’m so happy for you!” Then she peered down at the baby and all but died from the sheer overload of delight. "Oh my gosh, helloooOOOO!" she gushed, in just about the same way she did when first meeting Poppy and Branch on their journey to Mount Rageous. "My name's Viva! Or, in your case, AUNTIE Viva!"

"Didn't you already introduce yourself, V?" Poppy giggled.

"It doesn't hurt to do it again!" Viva exclaimed, and then grabbed onto Clay's arm. "Oh, Clay, isn't she the most precious little thing you've seen?!"

Clay sucked in a breath, looking like he was trying to keep himself in control. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry… I promised myself I wouldn’t cry," he mumbled, looking like he was very much on the verge of bursting into joyous tears.

Next to him, Floyd's lip trembled and his eyes misted over. "I didn't," he admitted, and then promptly broke into a sob.

"On behalf of all of us, Branch, congratulations," Bruce said, smiling proudly at his brother. "From one dad to another, I think you're gonna be a great father." And then, to Rosie he said, "And I have a feeling you're gonna have plenty of playdates with my kiddos."

John Dory jumped in at this. "Yeah! And just wait till you meet your cousin Rhonda!"

Bruce looked at him bewilderedly. “Cousin?”

JD rolled his eyes. “DUH! That’s how cousins work, right? Children of siblings? Am I right?” He extended his arms out like it was so obvious.

“But… But Rhonda’s not actually your child!” Bruce pointed out.

JD sighed. “Still going on about that? Sheesh.” Sure his daughter might be a 3-foot-long caterbus and not a little trolling, but she was still his daughter!

“Anyway,” Bruce said, not wanting to touch on the subject any longer and drawing his attention to the Trolls of the hour, “Congrats!”

Branch smiled, grateful for all his brothers sincerity in their praise. "Thanks, guys… really. You're all gonna be great uncles."

"Or in John Dory's case, a great-great uncle," Clay joked.

John Dory beamed, not quite getting it. "Thanks, bro!"

"He meant it cuz you're old," Bruce said, smirking mischievously.

JD scoffed. "HEY!"

But his mood dissolved when Rosie smiled up at him, amused by her eldest uncle. "Awww, look at you, girlie. You got your mom and pop all over ya! And if you don't believe me... hooo! Have I got some Bitty B photographs for YOU to see!"

Branch gasped and shot him a murderous look. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would," John Dory teased, "but right after this!" And then he hugged Branch tightly, very close to smothering him under the weight of his affection.

"John Dory!" Branch muffled, but found it to be a useless effort trying to worm his way out of the hug, with the way that the other bros were surrounding him in a huge embrace as well! His protests were ignored, especially when Poppy encouraged the matter by calling out "HUG TIME, EVERYONE!" Baby Rosie was carefully cuddled in the midst of it all, everyone beyond elated at the prospect of their expanded family.

And what else could Branch do in that moment? Well, nothing except relishing in that feeling of being surrounded by the ones he loved and who loved him.

That’s what.

[ghostlee]

I FOUNDDD ANOTHER FANDOM THAT HAS ALMOST NOOOOOO TICKLE CONTENT!!! 🗣️🗣️

INTRODUCING: WIND BREAKER

I LOVEEEEE THIS SHOW SO MUCH ITS SO GOOD!!! I’ve also read (caught up with fully since it’s still updating) all the Manga for this so far!!

SO HERES SOME STARTING CONTRIBUTIONS FROM ME FOR THIS FANDOM!!

WINDBREAKER TKL HEADCANONS!!

Sakura

- 1000% denies that his ticklish without fail every time. He could be actively being wrecked and he would still say that he’s not ticklish.

- Nirei was one of the first people to find out that Sakura was ticklish and immediately starting writing it down in his little journal.

- As soon as Sakura saw Nirei start writing in the journal about him being ticklish he tried to grab it from him but Nirei started to poke his fingers into Sakuras side as he was trying to grab it.

- Suo has tickled Sakura before but for the most part keeps to himself but Sakura is for some reason afraid of Suo as a ler and nobody can quite place why.

- He’s ticklish all over his sides and his back is also super ticklish.

- Super ticklish behind his knees.

- As Sakura started warming up to Nieri and Suo more he got more comfortable trying to tickle them.

- Has tried tickling Suo but after he left to try and do it he came back disheveled looking and all flustered. Who knows what happened there.

———

Suo

- Actually insanely ticklish, one of the most ticklish of them all but due to his fighting style of being nearly untouchable, it’s carried over into him being able to avoid being tickled for awhile.

- Has a super sweet and innocent laugh, if you manage to tickle him, it’s like music to your ears.

- Poker face of steel, if you ask him if he’s ticklish he will simply answer “no” and give absolutely no indication of lying so most people just drop it.

- Sakura and Nieri were pressing him for answers the one day while they were hanging out, Nieri somehow had his fingertips right by Suos ribs the one time he asked as he managed to drag his fingers right over his ribs as he was asking.

- Suo basically tried to say no but choked out a small bark of laughter and his hand quickly came up to protect his side and he jumped back slightly before looking at Sakura and Nieri with wide eyes.

- Sakura and Nieri both stared at Suo before getting big smiles and they both jumped out towards Suo.

- One time he had Sakura try and tickle him but he managed to turn the tables so fast on him that he had Sakura at his mercy, tickled him for a good minute or two and then let him go and just stood there with his hands behind his back and smiled at Sakura.

———

Nieri

- Absolutely adorable ticklish lil guy.

- A total nervous train wreck so if anyone asks him if he’s ticklish he freezes up and starts to get all nervous.

- Loud squeaky laughter that kinda hurts your ears but it’s worth it since it’s pretty cute still.

- His underarms are unbearably ticklish and he can’t take more than a few seconds before he bursts out into uncontrollable laughter.

- Umemiya tickles Nieri to calm him down a lot since he knows it distracts Nieri enough to take his mind off of things.

- Nieri takes notes on everyone that he finds out is ticklish since he sees it as a weakness and a good way to beat them in a fight since he’s not as confident with his actual fighting skills.

- Probably the only person that Suo would let tickle him and strictly for practice on where to aim so that Nieri can have something to do.

- Sweet lil thing is ticklish right around his ears and he squeals and giggles when anyone touches them and he covers his ears and kicks his feet.

———

Umemiya

- ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART WHEN IT COMES TO TICKLES

- Thinks they are the greatest thing since sliced bread for bonding activities and getting to know the other Bofurin better.

- The most ticklish tummy imaginable.

- People have definitely ganged up on him before for a tickle attack when he gets a little to excited about things.

- An adorable laugh like omg it’s so precious.

- 100% tickles Sakura and Neiri, he’s gotten close to tickling Suo but the boy is usually just a bit quicker then him on his feet and manages to evade it almost every time.

- Except for once where he managed to trap Suo in a big bear hug and started wiggling his fingers into Suos sides and the boy started giggling with laughter and that’s what fuels Ume to try and catch Suo again so he can hear his laughter.

- If he’s getting to into his plants to much Hiragi will come up onto the roof and tickle Ume into agreeing to come back down stairs away from his garden.

———

Choji

- Honestly kinda scary so the people of Shishitoren don’t try and tickle him ever since they were originally scared to be punished.

- However after the Shishitoren arc where Choji becomes a better person, the others in his team start to feel more comfortable around their captain and slowly but surely start to involve him in things like tickle fights.

- Jo definitely was one of the first ones after Choji was reformed with him to break the ice and try tickling Choji, found out he’s super ticklish and let it play out from there.

- Choji is actually pretty ticklish around his hips and his underarms and due to his height (smol) he can’t fight back against Jo very well so he just gets caught in tickle hugs often and has learned to accept them.

- Umemiya after Furin and Shishitoren became allies started to feel comfortable tickling Choji and even one time managed to get Choji to play a tickle game with him of “how long can you keep your arms up.”

- Neither of them lasted very long but it was wholesome nonetheless.

- Secret death spot is his belly button but nobody has found that out yet. (Not even himself)

———

Jo

- Sly Mf, this guy would admit to being ticklish right in front of you but grin through it and challenge you to dare and try tickling him.

- He’s actually so ticklish though but he will say with confidence that you won’t be successful in making him laugh.

- Even if you pin him down and have him at your mercy he will still act like he has the upper hand against you.

- Umemiya and Choji jumped his ass the one day and absolutely wrecked his shit right in front of Sakura and he was absolutely dumbfounded that Jo was that ticklish.

- Sakura refuses to tickle Jo since he still wants to beat him in a fist fight so he thinks tickling Jo wouldn’t do the fight justice. (He gets over that when Jo provokes him enough and then Sakura absolutely mauls him with tickles.)

- Doesn’t struggle at first but if you get the right spots (right under his ribs) he will be a squirming, laughing mess under you.

- Nieri is an absolute train wreck when it comes to doing anything with Jo since he’s terrified of him, but there’s a part of me that thinks Jo and Nieri becomes good friends and Jo tickles Nieri with nice soft tickles the one time since he can see that Nieri is afraid of him and then allows Nieri to tickle him back and they have a wonderful bonding moment.

- Ume definitely saw it from around a corner and could not be more thrilled that his friends are bonding.

———

Kiryu

- Absolute sweetheart, this man will let you tickle him if you ask nicely.

- Knows he’s ticklish but not enough that he’s like uncomfortable with it so he’s ok if people tickle him to blow off steam.

- Tickles Nieri and vice versa since they are just lil besties and it’s so cute.

- Soft and quiet laughter, but if you get him in the right spot, his hips and low tummy are a bad spot for him, you can sometimes get some more hysterical laughter for short moments of time out of him.

- Doesn’t like being held down when he’s tickled but doesn’t mind behind held in general (in a hug, under the arm hook, ext.) to restrict movement.

- Won’t say stop ever so the other Bofurin that have tickled him before will recognize signs of when Kiryu has had enough tickling.

- Big cuddle tickler, both as a Lee and a Ler. This man will get all snuggly and then try and tickle someone or he will provoke enough to get tickled.

- If he’s been playing on his phone for to long Umemiya will tickle him to get him away from it for a bit.

———

Kaji

- Thinks tickling is childish and that it’s stupid to be ticklish but is super ticklish himself so he doesn’t have much room to talk.

- Tries desperately to cover his mouth when he’s being tickled since he doesn’t want anyone to know that he is ticklish.

- Enomoto definitely at some point wrecked Kaji with tickling and it was probably due to Kaji not listening to him or tuning him out with music and Enomoto getting tired of it and then absolutely destroying him with tickles.

- Doesn’t want anyone to know, he found out through Enomoto tickling him, but his belly button is hands down his worst spot.

- He’s absolutely mortified about the belly button being what does him in, but Enomoto finds is hysterically adorable and almost lets the mention of the spot slip at a school picnic and he thought Kaji was gonna explode.

- Once Kaji starts actually mentoring Sakura, the boy inevitably finds out that Kaji is ticklish and Kaji for the only and only time allows Sakura to tickle him and he finds out how naturally skilled Sakura is at getting away from his hands trying to grab onto the tickling hands.

- Actually a super cute laugh but rarely laughs so nobody knows what it actually sounds like.

———

ANYWAYS HAVE SOME WINDBREAKER HC OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN THIS SHOW HEHEHE

If you guys are interested in more windbreaker (even if your not send me asks about it so I have an excuse to yap about it more.)

BUT IF YOUR INTERESTED TALK TO ME!!! WE CAN YAP TOGETHER 👹

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none

characters: josuke, okuyasu, koichi, rohan

notes: i randomly thought of this last night while i was asleep (so you bet i had no sleep and decided to work on this instead) anyways since its the afternoon now i have decided to fix it up and post it! hope you guys enjoy <3

Baking with each duwang gang member!

Josuke Higashikata

Josuke is determined to bake the perfect cake for your anniversary. He’s confident at first, flexing his muscles while mixing the batter, but then he accidentally spills flour all over himself. You laugh so hard you can’t breathe, and he tries to play it off cool.

“Guess I’m just sweet enough already,” he jokes, blowing flour off his nose and winking at you.

As you’re decorating, you catch him using Crazy Diamond to fix a broken egg—claiming it doesn’t count as cheating. You both end up splashing each other with frosting, turning the whole kitchen into a sweet, sticky mess. By the end, the cake is barely decorated, but Josuke pulls you into a hug, both of you laughing uncontrollably. He promises to take you out for a real cake later.

Okuyasu Nijimura

Okuyasu thought baking cookies would be easy—until he realized there were actual instructions involved. He’s squinting at the recipe like it’s written in another language. You decide to guide him step by step, and he keeps asking if it’s okay to eat the dough at every stage.

When you turn around, you catch him eating half of the ingredients, chocolate chips smudged on his face. “What?” he says innocently, mouth full. “I’m just testing them!”

Eventually, you manage to get some cookies into the oven, but when the timer dings, Okuyasu excitedly pulls them out with his The Hand, accidentally wiping away the entire tray. You burst out laughing as he looks at his empty hands in confusion.

“Well… at least we still have the dough!” he grins.

Koichi Hirose

Koichi is surprisingly good at following recipes, but he’s so nervous about impressing you that he keeps double-checking every measurement. “Are you sure it’s exactly one cup?” he asks, staring at the sugar like it might explode.

You reassure him and playfully sneak a dab of frosting onto his cheek. He blushes, flustered but smiling, and tries to return the favor. But the moment is interrupted when Echoes starts repeating every measurement Koichi says, making it impossible to focus. “One cup! One cup! One cup!”

You both burst out laughing as Koichi apologizes and tells Echoes to quiet down. Despite the chaos, the two of you manage to make a beautiful batch of cupcakes, and Koichi proudly hands you the first one, beaming with happiness when you tell him it’s delicious.

Rohan Kishibe

Rohan insists on making something “artistic” and spends way too long sketching out intricate designs for the cookies you’re baking together. He’s laser-focused on getting every detail right, using Heaven’s Door to ensure his piping skills are perfect.

You roll your eyes but play along, knowing he takes pride in his work. At some point, you accidentally knock over a bowl of sprinkles, and Rohan looks over with a disapproving glance. “This is supposed to be a masterpiece, not a disaster zone,” he sighs.

In a playful huff, you sprinkle some of the mess onto his hair. He glares, but then a sly smile spreads across his face. He uses Heaven’s Door to write “in love with sprinkles” in your mind. The next thing you know, you’re giggling uncontrollably, tossing sprinkles everywhere while Rohan shakes his head, pretending to be exasperated—but he’s clearly enjoying it.

Not my best work but i really like what i wrote for my love okuyasu so I decided to post :p Requests are open, so don’t be shy to ask for anything you’d like me to write!❤️

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[wishitweresummer]

Helium (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Sitting Pretty (Chapter Eleven)

Word count: 1034

Sapnap’s spine straightened at the sound of George’s shrieking as soon as he entered the house. The fur on his ears stood up straight at the strange distortion of it.

“Guys?”, he called out into the house.

“In here!”, Dream yelled back, down the hall in his room.

It wasn’t the most surprising thing to come home to a tickle fight. Dream and Sapnap had been known to tease each other, but ever since George joined the household, the fights had kicked up tenfold.

“You gotta check this out!”.

“Dream, no! No more! Please!”, George begged through a flurry of giggles. His face was red and his sweaty hair was a mess. Actually, he looked completely wrecked. George’s tail was twitching unnaturally, which Dream and Sapnap usually recognized as him pretending to be upset. Dream’s was going a mile a minute. Sapnap grinned at the scene. Dream was on his knees, looming over George on the bed with his hands gripping his sides. The smaller was still catching his breath and looked panicked to still be held by Dream’s large hands.

“What are you doing to him?”, Sapnap asked.

Dream shot a delivish look down at George to make him squeak in fear, then pressed him down to the bed by his sides. A loud squeal flew out from between George’s lips as he was quickly yanked back up and then shoved harshly back into the soft mattress. Hysterical laughter took him over entirely as he was bounced into the mattress by his sides over and over again. His hands smacked weakly at Dream’s. The cute look on his face was like helpless glee. He seemed unable to beg and just lost himself to the uncontrollable laughter. It was childlike, bouncing free from George and shaken up by Dream. The longer he went on, the wilder George’s laughter got. Soon, he was cackling and sharp little shrieks were breaking through.

Dream came to a sudden stop, making George let out a strange little mewl. He threw his head back and bubbly giggles came pouring out.

“That’s pretty silly.”. Sapnap said softly as he approached the bed. He was normally pretty cautious around Dream when he seemed to be in Tickle Monster Mode, but he was getting an overwhelming surge of fondness for George in this state. “He’s so cute like this.”. George flapped his hand in the air like he was shooing away the compliment.

“Shut…up…”, he mumbled between giggles. His hands were busy again trying to pry Dream’s off his body, but they weren’t very successful. “Do it to Sapnap.”.

Dream’s playful gaze snapped up to meet Sapnap’s. See, this is why he was usually cautious!

“Oh, I’m okay. George looks like he’s having a blast though. You should get him again.”. Dream grabbed Sapnap’s hand before he could retreat.

“C’mon, Pandas.”, he said as he patted the bed next to George. “Climb up. I’ll only do it once.”.

“No way!”.

“C’mon! It might not even be that bad, just try it. Please? Please!”.

“I’m not letting you tickle me!”, Sapnap stepped back and tried tugging his hand free. Dream rolled his eyes and got a better grip on his wrist before yanking him onto the bed right across George. George screamed out dramatically as Dream dragged Sapnap’s thrashing form across him, but burst into laughter before either could believe he was actually hurt. “No no no no!!!”, Sapnap yelled as he fought the hands, but was unable to stop Dream from pinning him down to the bed right up against George. “Please!”, he burst into giggles as the nervous butterflies crowded into his tummy.

“Get him!”, George cheered.

Before Sapnap could fight back, Dream released his wrists and grabbed his sides. He was surprised at how roughly he was shoved into the mattress, but the ticklish shock of the grab had him squealing before he could process it. His entire body flopped against the bed as Dream bounced him against it and he was helpless to the laughter that overtook him. It was just so stupid. The tickling at his sides was bad enough, but being so out of control as Dream shook him and made his laugh sound dumb…he got it. He felt like a kid being made to lose his mind and he couldn’t stand it. His laughter rose in pitch as Dream just didn’t let up. He could feel George’s amused gaze on him. It tickled so bad.

“Stop!”, he cried out, but it sounded so ridiculous since he was being treated like a ragdoll. Dream and George both laughed.

When Dream’s evil hands finally left his sides, he curled up against George. Helplessly, more giggles poured out of him. He was a can of soda, shaken up. There was no way to calm down as the ticklish bubbles would just keep floating to the top. Predictably, George shoved him away with a laugh. They both giggled as they weakly slapped at each other’s hands. Dream sat between them on his knees smiling down at them.

Suddenly, Dream lifted both his hands up in the air and posed them like ticklish claws over the two. Both of them shrieked in terror, already far too riled up.

“Get him, not me!”.

“No, get him!”. They both tried to throw each other under the bus, but the hands came upon both of them anyway. They squealed with laughter as Dream tickled their stomachs. The helpless ticklish headspace had already stolen their fight, leaving them defenseless to Dream’s playful hands.

He lifted them in the air again and wiggled his fingers threateningly. The boys shrieked and clung to each other in fear, completely lost in the giggles.

~•~

After that day, Dream had a new signature move. When either of his boyfriends were being brats, he could scoop them up, throw them onto any soft surface, and that would be enough to get them apologizing and begging for mercy. It more than tickled. It shook up their brains and made them feel so weak and silly. Losing everytime. Maybe one day they will be able to get out of his hold and give him a taste of his own medicine. One day.

Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu

[bellewintersroe]

Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC… Part 4.

Okay, I know I said this next chapter was going to be spicy but I don’t know if it fits in with the story so it’s just gonna be some Carlos x Jenna fluff of their first few days and I promise part 5 will be spicy 🌶️🌶️ Again any apologies if I’ve used the wrong name for the OC, I’ve gone through and tried my best to correct any mistakes so hopefully there isn’t any! No warnings, I’ve tried to make this a fun little chapter with mainly Carlos x OC x Platonic!Charles. Just some badly translated French, Italian and Spanish. Jenna does her first interview with Carlos since their first date together and things are overtly flirty. The only thing breaking that tension? Charles Leclerc the proud 3rd wheel.

“Good night.” Carlos smiled knowingly as I rested against the hotel room door frame. “I’ll see you on Thursday.” I spoke softly, shyly glancing down to my hands. “You’ll be doing the interview?” He spoke quietly as I nodded back up to the dark haired man.

“Yeah, thank you for tonight anyway, you really didn’t have to pay.”

“I’ve got it all covered.” He shook his head firmly. “Well I owe you.” “No, never.” He hushed as I giggled slightly. He was adamant all night that I wouldn’t pay, he almost looked offended when I offered to buy a €7 crepe for him. “Okay. I feel bad.”

“I know how you can pay me back.” He borderline giggled as I gazed up to his eyes. He had a shy expression, a childlike amusement spreading in his eyes. “What’re you gonna say?” I let out a soft laugh as he giggled again. “I can’t, it’s really embarrassing.” He rumbled our laughter, putting a hand on my shoulder. “What? Was it for a kiss or something?” I snickered causing him to snicker harder. “That’s so cheesy!” I teased, nudging his shoulder as he moved closer, cupping either side of my face as I chuckled out before he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. It was a little hard because both of us were laughing and he kept bumping his teeth against mine clumsily.

“Sorry.” He snickered, kissing me more gently as I ran my hand over his bicep, enjoying the feeling of his muscle. He was so toned, he was literally unreal. “You make me laugh.” I commented with a shy smile once we broke apart.

“I hope so.. I’ll see you Thursday, yeah?” He spoke as I nodded, swallowing the urge to let the most excitable screech of laughter that would most likely scare him off. “Okay.” He smiled, eyeing up my lips once more in a manner that made my knees week. With one more lingering kiss we’d parted ways and I’d fainted as soon as I got back into my hotel room. Not literally, but I wanted to. The heaviest sigh escaped my mouth as I relived his kisses over and over again, swooning at the thought of his plump lips pressed up against my own.

Now there was only two more days until I’d see him again…

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“Hello, I’m back in M-Mon-“ I burst out in uncontrollable laughter as the two men besides me joined in. “I can’t- I can’t! Okay, I’m sorry!” I waved my hands at the camera crew who would crack me up further with their smirks and grimaces to bite back laughter.

“Okay, I’m calm.” I turned over to Carlos who has his hand over his eyes giggling. “Why is this so funny?” Charles then asked, the two Ferrari boys stood at either side of me as I straightened my back, dedicated to getting the introduction right this time.

“Somethings made her nervous… it’s set you off, hasn’t it, Jen?” Lisa asked, making my cheeks warm up. It’s as though she knew. I mean- maybe she did, Anise had a loud mouth when she was drunk. I didn’t blame her.

“Nothing to be nervous of.” Carlos shrugged from besides me, making my cheeks grow even warmer. “Oh- I’m going red, I need- okay, I’ll do it seriously now.” I pushed my blonde hair over my shoulder, clearing my throat and taking a couple deep breaths.

“Hi, I’m with Carlos and Charles-“ Charles burst out laughing from besides me, trying to hold it in as I burst out another giggle, my shoulder grazing against Carlos’. “Charles!” I exclaimed but Lisa ushered me to continue. “Um and we’re back in Monaco- and this interviews a mess I’m sorry- but we’re gonna um…” I covered my mouth from giggling as the two amused boys besides me watched.

“We’re gonna drive a car blindfolded!” Both of them started laughing again as I felt Carlos’ hand rest on my shoulder for support. “Not a real car!” Somebody cleared up from behind the cameras. Poor men were probably fed up of my nonsense. “Not a real car! Anyway- who wants to go first?” I attempted to usher the interview on, despite the fact I was blubbering out bursts of laughter every two seconds. Charles had lost it, he couldn’t even hide his laughter as Carlos jumped forwards.

“I’ll go.” He ran his hand off my shoulder, leaving it feeling slightly cold as I giggled again, nervous from his touch. “Okay, Carlos is going first.” I inhaled again, biting down harshly on my chewing gum when I almost inhaled it. That would not have been a good look.

“Where’s my blind fold?” The Spanish man smiled up to me as I turned to where Lisa threw one over, handing it over as he smiled up to me, before tying the black cloth around, over his eye. “Charles you gotta direct me!” Carlos exclaimed as the other man ensured his eyes were fully covered.

“I will try my best.”

“Ai, ai, ai, this is difficult.” Carlos muttered, feeling for where everything was on the simulator. I guided his hands to the wheel amused as I watched on as the chaos unfolded. Surprisingly the ‘interview’ went kinda well, it was chaotic but people enjoyed that. I had a good time, and even though I was nervous as hell with Carlos next to me, I’d managed to calm myself down from my giggling fit earlier.

“Make him crash.” Carlos whispered in my ear, cupping his hand as his fingers nudged through the strands of my hair. I didn’t know if it was purposeful or not, but it made my stomach twist with butterflies. “How?” I smiled back to him as he nodded me to follow him, pointing at the wheel as I reached forwards, nudging the wheel further and further to the left.

“Okay, I’m- Carlos where are you?! Why am I turning?!” Charles exclaimed in surprise as the whole simulator began jittering violently before he’d crashed directly into the wall. “Nooo!” He cried out dramatically, Carlos clapping his hands in amusement as I jumped back, acting all innocent.

“What happened?! Why did you crash?” I exclaimed as Charles forced the blindfold off his eyes.

“Carlos you fucker! You turned my wheel!” He jumped up out of the seat as I bit back a laughter. “Wasn’t me!” Carlos snitched as my mouth opened, mocking a gasp as the Spanish man laughed, holding either side of my arms and giving me a quick squeeze.

“It was you?!” Charles was wide eyes. “You are a bad influence on her.” The monegasque playfully shoved Carlos. “Now it’s your turn!” Charles pointed out. “I don’t even drive in real life!” I held out my hands.

“Even better!” Charles responded excitedly. “You don’t have to do it blindfolded.” Carlos exclaimed. “No! That’s not fair!” Charles held out the blindfold, clearly competitive about the whole thing.

“She doesn’t even drive!” Carlos defended as I climbed into the seat, feeling the Spanish man adjust the seat so I was further forwards. “Such a gentleman.” Charles pointed out before plopping the blindfold over my head. “Okay, I’ll use the blindfold but don’t expect me to be even able to start this thing.” I was just as shit as I thought, first of all I couldn’t even start the damn simulator, then my chair was constantly jittering from something I was doing wrong on the pedals. Who made a simulator this hard in the first place?! Maybe that was a stupid question. “Keep your foot down! No, no!” Charles screeched out in laughter, snatching the wheel to turn it- I was assuming back on the track. “I don’t know where I’m going.” I worried, yanking the wheel back to where I felt him turn me.

Carlos choked out a laugh. “No pensé que serías tan mala!” (I did not think you’d be this bad!).

“Qué? ¡Soy una mierda!” (What? I’m shit!). I exclaimed back out in Spanish. “Oh my god.” Charles snickered when the simulator lurched forwards and the simulator jittered furious.

“Mamma Mia.” Carlos playfully spoke as I lifted the blindfold back off my face. I had indeed crashed, and I had been going backwards for a good- “7 laps?! I was backwards?!” Both the boys began laughing profusely as I groaned, knowing they’d been messing me around the whole time. “Whatever, I think I was good.” I joked, biting down on my tongue as I jumped out of the simulator.

“Amazing.” Carlos teased back to me as I smiled back up to him. “Thank you!” I attempted to joke along but ruined it with a chuckle.

“Um, anyway, thanks for watching- if anybody made it this far in. This afternoon we’ll be joined with Daniel and Landon to see if McLaren can beat Ferrari’s high score.” I wrapped it all up as Carlos snickered. “You are funny.”

“That was the most fun I have had in one of these in a while.” Charles admitted as I secretly was super happy about the admission. There’s nothing worse than boring interviews that these drivers already had too many of to do.

Thankfully, we’d all have a break from the filming, I didn’t mind, I was having great fun, I couldn’t lie. It was fun to do something different other than just asking things all day. I was looking over the table of endless amounts of food, eyeing up what looked to be blackberry seeds piled on top of some kind of cracker.

“It’s caviar.” A familiar voice spoke as mg hand immediately yanked away from the food. “Ew.” I accidentally spoke before looking up and seeing Carlos besides me. “Where did you come from?” I smiled, biting down on my lip as he carried a plate full of the most food I’d ever seen.

“From the interview.” He spoke like it was obvious. “Holy shit, that’s a mountain of food!” I eyed him back up as he flashed me a toothy smile.

“I’m a hungry man, after this my diet starts again.”

“Fuck dieting.” I shrugged. “You never diet?” A

“Nuh uh, I don’t have the self control.”

“How do you look so good then?” He flirted as I turned back up to him with a perked brow. “I am being serious?!”

“I just… I don’t know.” I blushed, completely forgetting I was walking to put food on my plate. I was too caught up with being in Carlos’ Vinci it’s.

“You’re red now.” He pointed out. “Oh, Carlos don’t!” I laughed. “I’m sorry, will you come sit with me? Charles is there as well, he’s lonely.” I turned over my shoulder to see Charles eating alone like a lost school boy.

“Poor guy.” I giggled before looking up to Carlos again. “We best join him…” I’d been sat with them for a couple of minutes, swinging my legs nervously when I accidentally caught Carlos’ with my own. “Sorry.” I turned to see him smirking. “It’s okay.” He shook his head and continued eating as I joined back in the conversation with Charles.

“-sorry, and then she never ended up coming, so.. now it’s just me.” I shrugged, “do you enjoy it? Like the racing in general?” Charles asked. Just as I was about to answer I felt the nudge from a foot under the table once again that almost made me choke on my food.

“Mmmh!” I perked, knowing it was Carlos’ foot that had nudged against my own in a playful manner. “I didn’t when I was little, I have to admit I was forced by my brothers to watch it. But no I do, I have for quite a while.” Carlos let out a laugh at my words, as though he was being soo casual and definitely not playing footsies with me under the table. “Was it karting you used to do?” I then asked Charles, purposefully nudging my foot back into Carlos’s as he kicked back almost instantly. This time I jumped, reacting physically to the kick under the table. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean it to be that hard.” Carlos quickly put a hand on my arm.

“What are you doing? Playing footsies under there?!” Charles burst out in laughter. “No, he kicked me!” I lied. “Purposefully.” Carlos teased, biting back down into a burger.

“Jésus, je suis en troisième roue...” (Jesus I am third wheeling). My eyebrow perked back up to Charles.

“Je peux aussi parler français, tu sais.” (I can speak French too, you know). His eyes widened in surprise. “Really?!” Charles eyes landed on Carlos. “Sposala.” (Marry her). “Anche italiano Charles.” (Italian too, Charles).

[shyywriter]

Eclipse Joins The Fun

Note: Here's a little bonus fic following the events of "Playdate Trouble". I wanted to show Eclipse some love and give them a role too.

Eclipse hummed a cheery tune, as they were tidying things up in the daycare's secret room. There was a lot of junk and old crates lying around in there. So Eclipse was rummaging through everything, figuring out what to keep and what to recycle. But as they were examining an old toy barrel, Eclipse suddenly hears laughter coming from the daycare. They paused before turning to look towards the door. That sounded like...Sunny? Eclipse sets down the barrel before going over to peek through the door, curious about what was going on out there. Their eyes dart around the play area, trying to locate where it was coming from. Eclipse's eyes then go wide as they spotted the source of the laughter.

There, sitting by the play structures, was Sun and Moon. Sun was giggling up a storm, struggling to keep his arms up as Moondrop tickled away at his sides and underarms. Eclipse stepped out onto the balcony and watched, curiously, as Sun and Moon continued on with their tickle game. Neither of them seemed to have noticed their older sibling watching from above. Eclipse simply just stood there, tilting their head, as they stared down at their brothers. They weren't really sure what was going on. But, it looked kinda fun.

Moondrop chuckled, deviously, as he tickled up and down Sundrop's sides. "Kitchy, kitchy, koo! Silly Sunny. Hold still.", he teased as he watched his brother wiggle around. "GHEHEHEHAHAHA! IHIM TRYIHIHIHING!", Sun laughed, still trying to keep his arms above his head. As the two of them were playing their game together, Moondrop suddenly heard someone approaching. He turned his head and looked up to see Eclipse, who was smiling down at them with a look of wonder. Eclipse tilted their head, innocently, as they observed the scene in front of them. "What are you guys doing?", they asked. Moon grinned up at his sibling while, casually, continuing to tickle Sun silly. "Oh! Eclipse! Sunny and I are playing our new favorite game." Eclipse looked over at Sundrop. They smiled as they watched the sun animatronic snort and giggle, uncontrollably. Eclipse then looked back over at Moon while giving him an eager look. "Can I play, too?", they asked in an enthusiastic tone. Moondrop's grin widened as he nodded, tickling Sun's belly now. Sun, meanwhile, is hooting up a storm as he lets out a burst of cackles. "Of course. I could use your help." Sun yelped as he heard this, before a stream of nervous and giddy giggles spills out of him. "HEY! HOHOHOLD ON A MINUHUHUTE! *SNORT* I DIDN'T AHAHAGREE TO THIHIHIHIS!" Moon smirked at Sun as he dug his fingers into Sun's tummy, making him squeal in the process. "Oh, don't be like that, Sunny. Poor Eclipse is feeling left out. They deserve to play, too."

Eclipse beamed as they sat behind Sundrop. They smiled, excitedly, as they prepared to help tickle the daylights out of Sunny. "I've never played a game like this before. But, it sure looks like fun!" Eclipse wasted no time and began to tickle Sun's sides and ribs. Sun screeched as he arched his back, falling into another fit of laughs and snorts. His arms finally come down as he tries to wrap them around himself.

"HAHAAAHAHAHAHAHA! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAIT! *SNORT* NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIRRR!"

Moondrop chuckled, mischievously, as he continued to tickle Sun's tummy, occasionally poking at his dent to hear him make that funny yelp. He seemed quite happy to see his other sibling join in on all the fun. And he could tell that Sun was too. As he tickled, he looked up at Eclipse with a mischievous smirk. "Oh, Eclipse. Look at this." Moon then reached up and tickled one of Sun's rays. "GYAHAHAAHAAA!" Sun let out a loud and funny cackle before he retracted his sunrays. Moondrop giggled at his twin's reaction before grinning up at Eclipse. "His rays are his tickle spot. I found that out, the other night. Sunny can't stand being tickled there." Eclipse lit up as he learned about the rays. "Ohhh, I see.", they said while still tickling and squeezing at Sun's sides and ribs.

Moondrop's grin widened as he reached over to tickle behind Sunny's knee. "The trick is to tickle another spot until he brings his rays back out." Sun squealed and laughed, hysterically, as he started to kick his legs. "EEK!HEHEHEY!" Right on cue, Sundrop's sunrays popped back out while he was laughing. Moondrop smirked as he saw this. "Then you can tickle them again." Moon then used his other hand to reach up and give the rays another tickle, making Sun cackle until he retracted them again. Eclipse watched with a fascinated expression. They decided to try it out too. Eclipse drilled their fingers into Sun's underarms. "So, like this? Tickle, tickle!", they teased. "EEEAAHAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHON'T!" Then once the rays popped back out, Eclipse tickled them to make Sun retract them, once more. Sun continued to cackle and squeal and snort as his two siblings continued to play this game with his sunrays.

"WOHOHOULD YOU *SNORT* LEHEHEHEAVE MY RAHAHAYS AHAHALOHOHONE?! *SNORT* YOU BULLIHIHIHIHES!"

Eclipse smiled, eagerly, as they looked down at Moondrop. "Wow! That IS neat! Do you know any more tickle tricks, Moony?" Moon grinned, even wider, while not letting up on the tickling. "Of course I do. And I'm sure that Sunny wouldn't mind if I showed you. Right, Sunny?" Sundrop let out a giggly whine as he continued to sit there, laughing himself mad. "OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOOO! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAAA!"

By the time they were done with their game, Sunny was a wheezing, giggling, exhausted mess. He was carried by Eclipse and brought over to the pillow and blanket that Moondrop was laying out for him. After being laid down on the blanket and pillow, Sunny yawned before he closed his eyes and went into rest mode with a sleepy smile. Moon and Eclipse then tiptoed to the other side of the daycare, leaving Sun to rest and recover from another round of tickles. Moon smiled up at Eclipse as he stood next to them. "And that's how you play." Eclipse beamed as he smiled down at Moon, happily. "Hehehe! I get it now. I think that might be my favorite game too!"

[blushyeleven]

tickletober - DAY 26

ticklish kiss

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summary: renee finally comes home after you two being separated for ages, she begins getting affectionate.. forgetting your ticklish.

characters: lee!y/n, ler!renee

warnings: tickles

𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

after what felt like forever, your girlfriend finally walks through the door, finally returning from her 4 month concert tour. although the pair of you FaceTimes ever night like desperate teenagers who were long distance. there was finally a sense of fulfilment now that she was back, and the very second you see her, the moment you heard the door open and your eyes were met with hers, she rushes to you, throwing her arms around vou in a way that makes you feel complete, the way that she always does; embracing you and clinging to you so tightly that it’s as if she’s scared that if she lets go you’ll magically disappear. it’s clear she missed you by the fact there wasn’t even a ‘hi’ or any words muttered. just from the pure fact she wrapped her arms around you, and it's like she's making up for every single day apart with the way she hugs you tighter, nestling her face into the crook of your neck. you can feel her smile against your skin, the warmth of her breath as she sighs, like she's just as relieved as you are to be back together.

you pull her even closer, burying your face into her shoulder, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. it's just you, renee, and the quiet space you've both been waiting to fill again.

then, without warning, she starts pressing a series of soft, fluttering kisses along your neck. it's sweet and gentle at first, but as she trails further up to your jaw and back down, her lips barely grazing your skin, you can't help but squirm, a small giggle escaping before you can stop it. you feel your shoulders tense and shoot up instinctively, tilting your head to the side as if you could protect yourself from the ticklish sensation.

she pulls back slightly, just enough to give you a mischievous look. "oh?" she murmurs, a playful spark in her eyes. "i almost forgot how ticklish you are"

you can't hide the flush creeping up your cheeks as you duck your head, your smile turning shy and silly. it's been ages since she's tickled you, and just hearing her bring it up makes you feel all fluttery and flustered and returned the same butterflies to your stomach that you always previously felt.

"Oh, uh.. no.." you mumble, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrays you. renee, of course, notices right away, having quickly adapted and learned the ways you acted.

her gaze sharpens, her smile widening in that knowing way that makes you both excited and nervous. she shifts a bit, her hands finding their way to your sides, her fingers brushing lightly against you.

"no?" she echoes, her tone laced with amusement. "are you sure? because i remember how much you laugh.. whenever I do this.. right here”

before you can react, her fingers start moving, gentle and teasing as they explore your sides. the moment you feel her skittering fingers and the sensation shoots through you like electricity. a burst of giggles erupts from you, uncontrollable and bubbly, and your hands fly up, instinctively grabbing her wrists in a half-hearted attempt to stop her. but you don't really want her to stop, not when it feels like this-warm, light, and utterly helpless in the best wav.

her fingers trace patterns over your ribs, sliding up and down, then pressing just a little harder whenever she finds that particularly sensitive spot, just to the side of your ribs. you jolt in response, feeling your laughter bubble in her throat as she never ceases to stop, her touch relentless but playful, making you feel like you're melting into her arms.

"rehehenee!!" you gasp out between girlish giggles, your voice high-pitched and pleading. "okahahay!! whahahatehehever!! ihihim tihihicklish!!" woah, way to point out the obvious.

she only chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. "i think i need more proof" she teases, one hand moving up to graze over your stomach, her fingertips dancing lightly. "i mean, what if you were just pretending?"

the ticklish feeling intensifies as she switches between soft, quick movements and slow, deliberate ones, keeping you on edge as laughter spills and pours out of you, completely uncontrollable. her hands move up to your ribs, then down again, her thumbs pressing gently as if she's exploring every single spot that makes you react in her favourite way, adorable little squeaks and you're laughing so hard now that tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you can barely catch your breath.

"bahahahaby plehehehease!" you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper as your giggles weaken, too breathless to be anything but pleading.

but she only smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek between each laugh. "oh, sweetheart, i missed this. missed seeing you so happy."

[ticklenight]

Feet

Hawks and Dabi were enjoying a rare moment of peace together on the couch. The hideout was quiet, the TV playing some old show neither of them was really watching. Hawks was stretched out comfortably, his wings spread lazily along the back of the couch, and his feet were propped up in Dabi’s lap. It was cozy, perfect even, and Hawks was more relaxed than he had been in weeks.

But Dabi, ever the troublemaker, was feeling playful. He glanced down at Hawks’ feet resting in his lap and smirked. They were perfectly vulnerable, bare, and relaxed, just begging for a bit of fun. Dabi’s eyes flicked to the drawer beside him, where their collection of tickle tools lay neatly organized, and an idea sparked in his mind.

“Hey, birdie,” Dabi said casually, running a finger lightly up the arch of Hawks’ foot.

Hawks flinched, a small giggle escaping his lips as he glanced down with a smirk. “What, bored already? You’re like a cat, I swear.”

Dabi just chuckled. “Maybe a little. Thought I’d keep myself entertained.” Without further warning, he grabbed a heavy throw blanket draped over the back of the couch and tossed it onto Hawks. The blanket settled over Hawks’ chest, pinning his upper body down just enough to keep him in place.

“Whoa—hey!” Hawks exclaimed, trying to sit up but finding himself weighed down by the heavy fabric. He squirmed beneath it, but his wings were trapped awkwardly, and the blanket was just heavy enough to keep his upper body from moving too much. Hawks realized a second too late what kind of trouble he was in, especially with the drawer full of tickle tools conveniently within Dabi’s reach.

Dabi pulled the drawer open, and Hawks’ eyes widened as he saw what Dabi was grabbing. There were soft feathers, a small electric toothbrush, brushes, and even some fluffy pom-poms, all perfect for tickling. Hawks gulped, suddenly realizing he was in for it.

“Dabi, come on, let’s—ha, let’s talk about this,” Hawks tried, his voice already betraying him with nervous giggles. He tugged his feet away, but Dabi’s grip tightened, keeping them right where he wanted them.

“Oh, we’re definitely talking,” Dabi said with a wicked grin, twirling a feather between his fingers. “We’re gonna talk about how much you love this.”

Dabi started slowly, dragging the feather up the arch of Hawks’ right foot, watching the way his toes curled instantly. The soft, delicate strokes sent tingles up Hawks’ leg, and he broke into giggles almost immediately. Dabi took his time, tracing every line and curve of Hawks’ foot, exploring the sensitive skin with infuriatingly slow strokes.

Hawks tried to pull his feet away, but Dabi’s hold was firm. “D-Dabi, nohoho! That—thahat’s too much!”

“You think this is too much?” Dabi teased, barely getting started. He switched the feather to the other foot, repeating the slow, torturous strokes that made Hawks squirm and giggle uncontrollably. Hawks’ laughter was already spilling out, light and breathless, his eyes squeezed shut as he wriggled beneath the blanket.

“D-Dabi! I c-can’t—” Hawks’ voice was already breaking with laughter, his body twitching as he tried to escape. But Dabi wasn’t letting up. He knew every ticklish spot by heart, and he was enjoying watching Hawks unravel.

Dabi then picked up the electric toothbrush, turning it on with a soft buzz. He held it up, letting Hawks see the tiny, spinning bristles that were about to make things much, much worse. Hawks’ eyes widened, and he shook his head, but Dabi was already moving in.

“Let’s see how these pretty toes of yours like this,” Dabi taunted, pressing the buzzing brush against Hawks’ big toe. The moment the bristles touched, Hawks lost it. He threw his head back, bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter that filled the room.

“N-nohoho! Dabi, plehehease!” Hawks pleaded, his voice high-pitched and breathless as the bristles worked over his toes, slipping between them with ruthless precision. Dabi moved the toothbrush from toe to toe, watching Hawks’ wings twitch and flap helplessly behind him.

“Oh, I’m just getting started, birdbrain,” Dabi said with a smirk, loving every second of Hawks’ adorable struggle. He worked the toothbrush along the sides of Hawks’ feet, then down to the sensitive arches, finding every little spot that made Hawks squeal. Hawks’ laughter was uncontrollable now, his entire body writhing under the blanket, his wings fluttering in pure reflex.

Hawks tried desperately to pull his feet away, but Dabi kept up the relentless assault, switching from the electric toothbrush to a fluffy pom-pom that he dragged along the tops of Hawks’ feet and around his ankles. The change in texture made Hawks shriek, his laughter going up an octave as the soft, ticklish sensation drove him wild.

“You’re way too sensitive here,” Dabi teased, watching the way Hawks’ toes curled and uncurled with each new touch. “I could do this all night.”

Hawks was losing it, tears of laughter pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Dabi! I-I’m gonna—gonna diiie!”

“Nah, you’re not dying,” Dabi chuckled, leaning down to give Hawks’ toes a playful nibble, which sent a fresh wave of ticklish shock through the hero. “But you might wish you were by the time I’m done.”

The tickling went on and on, each new tool bringing fresh bouts of laughter. Dabi used a paintbrush next, swirling it in lazy circles on the balls of Hawks’ feet, the light, feathery strokes driving Hawks absolutely mad. Hawks was twisting and writhing, his wings a mess of flapping feathers, his laughter echoing off the walls.

“D-Dabi, I—I can’t—!” Hawks was barely able to get words out between his gasping, breathless giggles. He was in ticklish agony, his whole body thrumming with the sensation, but there was a kind of bliss in it too, a surrender to the ridiculous, playful affection that only Dabi could provide.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of relentless tickling, Dabi slowed, letting Hawks catch his breath. He set the tools aside and rubbed gentle circles into Hawks’ sore feet, soothing the overstimulated nerves. Hawks was still giggling softly, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the ticklish onslaught.

“You’re… you’re the worst,” Hawks managed to say, his voice weak but filled with fondness. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was wild from all the thrashing.

“Yeah, but you love it,” Dabi replied, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on Hawks’ ankle, right where the skin was still tingling from the tickling.

Hawks couldn’t argue with that. He grinned up at Dabi, his eyes sparkling with lingering laughter. “Next time, you’re the one getting tickled.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Dabi said with a smirk, pulling Hawks close as they settled back onto the couch. Hawks nestled against Dabi’s shoulder, his wings wrapping around them both in a soft, feathery embrace.

The night might have started with a playful ambush, but now, wrapped up together with the faintest echoes of laughter still hanging in the air, it was all perfect.

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Ceo's Punishment

Summary: Huggy Wuggy punishes the Ceo for his antics.

Playtime Co's Ceo was making a break for it. Huggy Wuggy threatened him with something and he was gonna get it, soon enough. Unfortunately for the Ceo, it was too soon. And Huggy and Kissy were gonna step out for a couple seconds to think of a proper punishment for mistreating them.

"Now, we're going to step out to think of a proper punishment for you," Huggy said, as he was securing the Ceo , now shirtless, to a contraption.

"It will be painless of course," said Kissy, as she and Huggy stepped out. They were met by Player, Poppy, Mommy Long Legs, CatNap and DogDay.

"Why do you want his punishment to be painless?" Mommy asked.

"I can't bear to see anyone in pain," Kissy said. "It breaks my heart."

"I know just the punishment!" CatNap exclaimed. "It's the perfect plan!"

"What's your idea?" Player asked, even though he knew what CatNap was thinking.

"We tickle him!" CatNap said, as DogDay took a very large and soft feather.

As Huggy and Kissy returned with the others, the Ceo looked nervous as he knew that they were involved.

"So we thought of a punishment," said Poppy.

"We're going to tickle you," Mommy said, wiggling her fingers.

"No, not that!" the Ceo said, panicking. "Anything but that!"

"Our minds are made up," DogDay said, going over and tickling his collarbone with his feather. The Ceo tried to hold in his laughter, but giggling was coming out.

"I told you he was ticklish, I hear giggles," CatNap said.

"Ticklish there, are we?" DogDay said. "Well, how about... here?"

With that DogDay moved the feather to the Ceo's vulnerable sides, causing him to burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggling.

"That tickles!" he said through his giggling.

"Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coochie coo!" Mommy said, tickling the Ceo's exposed stomach, causing him to burst out laughing.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! THIHIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T FUHUHUHUHUNNY!" He said through his laughter as his tummy was shown no mercy by Mommy Long Legs. CatNap went over and tickled the Ceo's other side. Player tickled his ribs, Poppy his neck and Huggy and Kissy, his underarms.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!" Mommy said, using a feather of her own to tickle the Ceo. He was overwhelmed with hysterical laughter as the feather tortured his ticklish tummy.

"CUHUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOUT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!" The Ceo protested through his laughter as his tummy was shown no mercy by the tickly feather.

"Awww, looks like someone has a ticklish tummy!" Mommy teased, stroking her feather a bit faster, which really tickled.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! YOHOHOHOHOU'RE TIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!" The Ceo protested through his laughter as he was being mercilessly tickled. Huggy and Kissy wrapped their arms around his upper arms so her was more immobile.

"What? We're not doing anything,.... yet," Kissy teased, hearing the Ceo laughing uncontrollably.

"YOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIHILL THOHOHOHOHOUGH!" The Ceo said, unable to endure the tickling.

"Okay, you asked for it!" Huggy said, and with that, the all started tickling the Ceo on his tummy, making him only able to laugh.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP TICKLING MEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!" The Ceo pleaded through his laughter as his tummy was shown no mercy.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for the Ceo, everyone stopped tickling him and let him go. After he was released, he hugged his midsection and started catching his breath.