#little ball of sunshine 🐻

[italeean]

(Un)welcomed intruder

Hiiii how are you all doing? Today it's the birthday of @mai-mei and @wertzunge and I decided to make a little something ^_^✨️ I hope you had an amazing birthday and that you'll enjoy our gift, Mei 💚🤍❤️

Dazai sighed as he opened the door to his apartment, not even bothering to put out his key, who needed locked doors anyways. "Ahh maybe a burglar had sneaked in, that would be exciting," he mumbled as he slipped out of his shoes and walked further into the dark room. The brunette was welcomed by silence when he heard a sudden sound behind him.

He barely had time to dodge a kick that was coming for him from behind, and when he turned around, he found a fuming redhead glaring at him. "HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!! YOU'RE A MAFIA AND YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!! IF I WERE ORDERED TO GET RID OF YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN KILLED A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY!!!" Chuuya yelled before letting out a long string of cursing, so long and with so many colorful words that even the rudest and worst-mannered man on Earth would've been impressed. Dazai could see the smoke coming from his ears... that guy really had every intention of killing him (or at least give him the beating of a lifetime).

Dazai just grinned at the smaller teen, easily evading the kick that was aimed at him. He was already used to his short temper and his "nice" way of showing his... well let's call it affection for other's, it only made him more adorable and easier to tease. "Chuuuuya~ It's also nice to see you too~" He walked over to him and petted his shoulder a few times as he continued to speak. "Ahh yiu know, it really makes me happy that you care so much about me... you love me after all... *sigh* It's a shame you wouldn't kill try killing me though," he said the last part more to himself, ignoring the daggers that were starred at him.

"IF YOU KEEP TESTING MY PATIENCE, I'LL CONSIDER KILLING YOU FOR REAL!!!" The 15-year-old yelled as he touched a book and sent it flying towards his frie- I mean, mafia partner. "AND SERIOUSLY, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SUCH A DUMBASS THAT THEY LEAVE THE DOOR OF THEIR OWN HOUSE OPEN?!!" He kept yelling in a fit of rage and threw three more books at his business partner, "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING AT?! A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP?!!"

"You would? You really would?!" Dazai asked with sparkling eyes, skillfully moving from left to right as his "bullets" missed its target by mere centimetres, giggling playfully. That kid really needed to relax some more - a teen shouldn't act like this nor have these thoughts. "Well, I now have a partner who will look after me, besides..." he was suddenly behind him "...you should worry about yourself more Chuuya. Looking after your friends is great and all but being angry doesn't help anyone. Hehe why don’t you try smiling for me~" he teased and squeezed his lower sides, hoping to get a reaction from him.

The frustration that the redhead was feeling from not being able to hit Dazai even once was suddenly replaced with another kind of sensation. "HAAAAHH?!! WHAT THE- hehe... WHAT THE FUhuhUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Chuuya eventually managed to suppress his laughter and with a huge jump, helped by his zero gravity ability, he landed on the other side of the room, although he was still busy rubbing his sides with vigor in the spots where Dazai had touched him, trying to get rid of the tingly feeling.

He knew it. Dazai knew it... as if a kid like him wasn't sensitive. That would be funny and exciting enough to kill some time and maybe even bond with the little gremlin. Chuuya rarely showed so many emotional outbursts with anyone but him which told him that he really felt comfortable around him or (which was more likely) that he just found him annoying. Now there was only one way to find out, right. He wiggled his hands at him as he tried to approach him again. "Ohh... don't tell me you're actually ticklish Chuuya~ ...Heeey, don't look at me like that. YOU still haven't laugh yet, act a bit more your age and let me tickle~" he said, walking closer.

For the first time in forever, the shorter guy found himself backing off from someone... and that someone was one of the people he lov- I mean, loathed, the most. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!" He yelled while sending more and more objects flying in his direction, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL, I MEAN IT!!!" He shouted, but a keen ear could've heard an unusual shake in his loud voice, and an observant eye could've realized that the corner of his lips where slightly, almost unnoticeably, turned upwards.

Dazai's smile only grew wider. He wasn’t stupid after all and already knew his dear partner's quirks, all of them. "Do you plan to demolish the entire room- woHa that almost got me." He ducked as a vase flew over his head, breaking into dozen pieces when it hit the wall behind him. He looked at it and back at the other who had already grabbed the next item to through at him. "I really liked that one *sigh* You truely are a bad kid, trying to "kill" me in my own house... and you know what happens with bad kids, right?" Dazai asked, using the moment of confusion to take a few steps closer to his target. "They're taught a lesson~"

"I'M GONNA DEMOLISH MORE THAN THIS ROOM IF YOU DON'T CUT THIS CRAP!!!" Chuuya yelled, still throwing anything he could put his hands on towards the brunette. "AND I'M NOT A KID!! I COULD KILL YOU EVEN RIGHT NOW IF I REALLY WANTED TO" If he hadn't been so focused on yelling at top of his lungs, he would've probably noticed that his partner was slowly cornering him...

"Then why are you acting like one~ Chuuya-kyun," Dazai giggled as he finally reached the little screamer. "You're saying all this but in the end... you won't do it~ Hehe and uuuup we go~" he teased, easily lifting him over his shoulder, ignoring his curses and hits as he carried him to the couch.

"I'M ACTING LIKE A WHA- AAAHH WHAT THE HELL?!! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!" Chuuya yelled and let out the longest stream of curses Dazai had ever heard. He also tried to hit the taller guy's back, but to no avail. He didn't budge, as if he wasn't even feeling the strong punches he was receiving. As a last resort, he tried to use his ability, but he realized that Dazai was already using his own on him, that bastard...

Chuuya squirmed, Chuuya cursed, Chuuya kicked and slapped, but in the end not even his ability could save him from what was about to happen. Dazai - having reached his destination - threw him on the soft cushions and immideatily put his feet in an leglock, sitting at the armrest and making himself comfy. "Didn’t you say something about killing me and look where we are now~" he teased, looking down at the angry kid with a smile before his gaze went to his wiggling feet. "Well, at least you had the decency to take off your shoes before breaking into my home, maybe you aren't such a delinquent after all~" he continued, before he slid his fingers slowly over his socked soles, testing the waters.

As much as the shorter guy tried to kick and squirm away, his partner's grip was too strong. He tried to sit up and reach him with his hands, but he couldn't do that either. It was so irritating how smug Dazai was about the whole situation, it made Chuuya want to punch him... well, more than usual. "YEAH, I KNOW HOW TO BE A DECENT GUEST, BUT YOU'RE A SHITTY HO- AAAHH WHAT THE FUCK!?" The sudden tingly feeling made him fall backwards, but he managed to throw a pillow at the brunette and hit him right in the head.

"I am what, Chuuya? I'm a 'shitty' what? You know for some- owww!" he fake-whined, pouting a bit when he heard a faint chuckle from the redhead. Though, Dazai wasn't someone who let that stand without any consequences, not that he had planned to stop anyways, Chuuya really needed to learn how to let go for once and with that he just gave him the oppertunity to do so. "Oho seems like you're up for some real trouble now, Mr. Decent Guest~" the brunette mocked as his hands found their way to his heels, wiggling over it and drawing little circles around it.

The shorter guy looked at his partner with a smug, Cheshire Cat-like smile, happy that he had finally managed to hit him. "I said that you're a shitty host!!! Now you better let me g- ACK! HEHEY CUT IT OUHUHUT!!!" His squirming and struggling intensified again, trying to get out of that predicament. But everything was useless, and judging from Dazai's ominous smirk, he was about to regret hitting him.

His laughter was music to Dazai's ears and even though it was kinda forced, it fit his age so much more. "What's wrong Chuuya, can't deal with a little tickle? I thought you were strong? Was I wrong?" he mocked, making sure the other had heared each and every of his words. He skillfully scrached around the edges and then - out of nowhere - decided to tickle under his toes, not giving him the chance to get used to it. "Awww~ Are those little feet of yours sensitive? Coochie coochie goo~"

"SHUHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR STUPIHIHID MOHOUTH AHAHAHAND CUHUT THIHIS CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The redhead was still struggling in vain, but when Dazai touched his toes, he let out a scream that not even he knew he was able to make. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHI SAHAHAHAID CUHUHUT. IHIHIT. OHOHOUT!!!" In that moment, his left foot actually managed to get out of the brunette's iron grip! Now he only had to free the other one without him catching his free foot again.

Even Dazai was surprised by his strong reaction and you can trust me that him getting caught off guard for once didn’t happen often. Not wanting to get kicked and too lazy to grab his free leg again, he just slid down and straddled his lower body. "You don't need to scream Little Chuuya, might scaring the neigbors. Not my fault that you're so sensitive, having such a cuuuute weakness." He rubbed his hands together, warming them up a bit. "Let's find out if that was your worst spot or not~" he giggled and wiggled his hands down and over his sides, squeezing and kneading up and down his flanks, continuing his exploration from before.

The shorter guy was genuinely amazed by how strong Dazai was, but he would never EVER tell him, not even indirectly. He usually didn't like being overpowered, but it was almost nice when it was his partner... as much as he hated to admit it, they had developed quite the bond over the time... but that wasn't important in that moment. "YOU ASSHOLE!!! DON'T YOU DAR- EEEEEEHH" He started bucking like a fish as soon as he felt those fingers on his sides. "STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!"

"But you are laughing... so why should I stop when you seem to like it so much," the brunette teased, enjoying this waaay too much. The redhead was bucking like a wild horse but with Dazai sitting on top of him he had no way of getting free (if he really wanted to anyways). "Besides, you broke into my home, so see it as a punishment for being a bad boy, hehe~" he giggled and poked him in-between his ribs, giggling how his body trembled whenever he did.

"IHIHI WOHOULDN'T HAHAHAHAVE GOTTEHEHEHEN IHIHIN IHIHIHIF YOHOHOU WEHEHEHEREHEHEN'T SUHUHUHUCH AHAHA DUHUHUMBAHASS!!! WHOHO LEAHAHAVES THEIHIHIR DOOHOHOR OPEHEHEN THEHEHESE DAHAHAHAYS?!" Chuuya wanted to ask Dazai if he had a death wish, but he probably already knew the answer, which would've angered him even more. And getting even angrier at his colleague wasn't a priority in that moment, he had to focus on freeing himself from that situation. He tried everything, from grabbing his hands to knocking the obnoxious brunette off... he even tried to make him float again, but apparently Dazai was still using his own ability on him. However, after a while, one of Chuuya strategies actually succeeded! He managed to hit his partner in the very middle of his back with his knee, and given the face the taller guy made, he didn't exactly appreciate it...

The brunette found it almost hilarious how the teen still cursed him in almost every sentence he managed to blurt out, no even thinking of admitting defeat. But that's what he liked so much about the other. His unbreakable stamina and conviction. "You really need to learn how to respect your superiors, Chuuya-kyun~ Otherwise you might get in serious trouble~" he lectured, still managing to suppress the other's attempts of escaping. Though, at some point, the redhead still managed somehow to hit him in the back, causing the other to collapse, loosing balance as he fell forward, right on top of him. "...and that's why, yo- aHh, yohu... waHhH!" Dazai couldn't react in time and closed his, ready for the impact, only to taste something soft mere seconds later.

Chuuya was ready for everything... he was ready to counterattack, and he obviously had considered the chance of getting wrecked even more mercilessly in case his idea hadn't worked... but he wasn't absolutely ready for this. "SEHERVES YOU RIHIGHT FOR BEING SUCH A PIECE O- HMPH!" It's all he managed to say before his words got cut off. His eyes shoot open and when he did, they were only inches away from the other's. Brown eyes starring at him with a shocked expression. They remained like this for a few seconds before the brunette got up, touching his lips. "That- That was your own fault... y-you kicked me, so it was bout to happen," he told the other, actually feeling bad now for probably stealing his first one.

"Well... IT WAS CLEARLY YOUR FAULT FOR NOT BEING EVEN ABLE TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING BALANCE!!!" Chuuya yelled, his face even redder than his hair... but at the same time, he wasn't pushing Dazai off even if he had the chance now... it seemed like he wanted that little moment to last just a while longer, and not long enough to let his partner connect the dots.

Dazai held his heart theatrical as three imaginary stones hit his head. Seems like Chuuya was fine after all. "Ahh! Your're so mean Chuuya~" he fake-whined, before grinning again. "Hehe and yet you care so much about me~ Going so far as to check if my door is locked and even let me tickle you~" he teased, knowing he had the youngster cornered. "Besides, wouldn't you feel lonely if boss would kick me out Chuuya-kyun~"

"If you were kicked out, I'd get a partner who doesn't leave his GODDAMN DOOR OPEN!!!" The redhead huffed, "Do you have a death wish?!" He asked in a fit of rage, not thinking that he served Dazai the perfect joke.

Dazai pouted at that, squeezing the cocky brat's sides one more time. "I could ask the same about you~ Do you really want another round?" he teased, only to get up, leaving him on the couch. The kid had enough tickle... at least for today.  "Just kidding~ You wanna go out for lunch, my treat of course~" he suggested.

Chuuya was already ready to punch the taller guy, but he relaxed a little when going out for lunch was mentioned, without letting his guard down completely of course. However, a stream of thoughts invaded his mind. Dazai wanted to go out to eat something with him... alone... after what had just happened. Was he going to confess? What did he actually think of the moment they had just shared? Was it even relevant for him? Or was it just a stupid accident? Those inner doubts kept the redhead quiet for a couple of minutes before he managed to stutter the dumbest question in the universe, at least according to him. "W-what are we going out as, you idiot..?"

The brunette had watched the other's inner conflict with an amused expression as the minutes ticked by and Dazai couldn't help but giggle when he heard Chuuya's honest question. He had always been quite fond of him and this accident, the feeling of his lips, made clear what these emotions he had felt were about: Love. Grinning with a blush, he grabbed one of his hands and tenderly kissed the back of it. "Does this answer your question~ ...We're going as a pair, just you... and me~" His eyes locked with the other and Dazai knew that this was the start of something truely special.

[5eraphim]

on my knees desperate for heavy smut i beg i beg i need to be manhandled by him

Ok, for this one I wanted to try something a little different, so this one isn’t exactly canon compliant. Hear me out though- So Imagine a scenario where instead of Heavy’s mother and sisters isolated in a cabin in the wilderness, what if they were sent to safer land, something like a communal living safehaven and Heavy is the one stuck fending for himself in the Russian wilderness. Also, this wound up far less "aggressive" than you might have wanted, he's not nearly as brutal as he could be- so I apologize for dropping the ball there-

Summary: Reader is a traveler seeking shelter after getting lost in a storm, and as night swiftly approaches is almost certain she won’t live to make it through the night. Risking it all, she strays from the path home after seeing another's home in the distance, praying whoever lived there would provide shelter for the night. Her prayers are answered when she's seen and brought in from the cold, but now in the abode of this new guardian angel. And the fear of death becomes the fear of something much less certain.

Character: Heavy 🐻 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob

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"Is this where I die?"

The one thought you tried so hard to keep in the back of your mind now pestered you more than ever. You had no idea how long you'd been wandering alone or when exactly you strayed from your predetermined path, but you knew you were unquestionably lost. Not strayed, you made sure to stay on the trail, but at some point, you got turned around and were completely thrown off your bearings. It wasn't yet nightfall, but the shadows brought by twilight were already stretching into nightmarish figures shifting and following you out of the corners of your eye. By now, you felt as though there was nothing left to protect you from certain death but the dwindling light of your lantern. A pitifully weak beacon of light, you held as tightly as you could in your numb, trembling hand.

Earlier that morning, when you set out on your trading expedition, you knew it was dangerous to travel through unknown territory alone, even more so with the rumors of an oncoming storm were true. If only you listened while you had the chance. Your father, who earlier that week came down with a terrible fever which showed no signs of letting up any time soon. While your family wasn't one of high birth or wealth, his job was vital all the same, and if he wasn't there to transport his goods to the trading post by the end of the day, his reputation as a merchant would be tarnished forever. As the eldest in your family, you knew risking going out at a time like this could kill or otherwise send your father out of commission, so you volunteered to transport the goods yourself. 

It was a choice between his weakened condition and your lack of experience, a tough gamble, but eventually, you were granted permission to strike out on your own and deliver the goods. The mission was successful, but the route back began the real challenge.

The snow fell much heavier and sooner than anticipated, blocking out crucial sunshine and diminishing visibility with a stinging swill. The path you thought you knew scrambled beyond recognition. You move as fast as possible while trying to conserve as much energy as possible. Still, once the panic set in, you could not focus, navigate or think rationally. Things were going from bad to worse with no clear end in sight.

"Why am I still moving? It's only a matter of time."

Time felt as though it were standing. Still, you were sure by now your mind had long since begun to give way to delirium, and there was no hope of living through the night. Without the sun's light to guide you had a bad feeling you were now walking in circles, waiting for exposure to take over. Or perhaps a wild animal attack, whatever it might be, it was all the same for you in the end. The air felt so thin and bitter against the sliver of your face, which peaked out from under your hat and over your scarf. It was almost impossible to breathe, much less to continue walking. Finally, with a final pathetic stagger, you found yourself on your hands and knees, mustering up the last of your strength to keep the lantern upright. For a moment, you just sat there numb and stunned. You'd have broken down in tears if only you still had the strength to cry. But looking up a little, you swore you could see something in the distance. A structure almost totally hidden by the dense trees surrounding you, but you could've sworn you saw smoke rising from a chimney top in the distance. You needed to move, if you didn't get up, you would die, but you were so tired and overwhelmed by agony that you could only hobble a short distance before losing your balance again.

The wind whistled deafeningly overhead. You tried to scream for help but knew no one was close enough to hear. In a matter of hours, you would lose consciousness. In a matter of days, your body would be picked apart by the wild animals of the forest. These were your final moments alive. Mentally you called out for your family, called out to God, with dying breaths begging for someone to save you.

In your last moments of coherency, you could've sworn you saw a figure drawing nearer in the snow, one unmistakable silhouette strikingly clear among the swill and heavy snowflakes which clouded your vision. Before you blacked out, you hardly had time to wonder what was encroaching. In your final moments, you tried to absorb any warmth from the lantern, curling your body around the light in the fetal position, feeling as helpless and scared as an infant, alone in the wilderness.

"Am I dead?"

The world around you was all black, and you were vaguely aware you were still curled up in the fetal position, though you couldn't hear the wind blowing around you as you remembered. No, it wasn't that you couldn't hear the wind blowing, but it sounded so much further away now. You could feel your body shivering involuntarily, your mind too hazy to comprehend much of anything. It was too hard to move, but you managed to control your shivers just enough to consciously begin breathing a bit steadier than before. Taking weak, quivering breaths through your nose while you felt your still-freezing body shiver weakly. Your senses were all numb, but you were subconsciously aware of something so soothingly warm beside you. A tremendous thing you found yourself trying to nestle closer to. Something warm and soft, so comforting and soothing, if you were dead, you must be in heaven now. Never before had you felt such calming warmth or such delicate touch. It took you a moment to realize you were curled next to another human body. You were vaguely aware the other body was breathing, and the sound of another heart beating so close hypnotized you back to slumber like a lullaby.

With a gentle hum, you shifted a little in your sleep, slowly moving your wrists and ankles with circular movements and stretching out your limbs after being tense and rigid for so long. Little by little, you felt your senses returning to you, the dull throbbing of your head, the smell of another person's body so close. The uncomfortable dryness of your mouth and congestion in your nose and throat from so much time spent out in the cold.

Despite your body's pain in protest, you tried to force yourself to sit up a little, only to realize you were held firmly in place by… something? You weren't quite sure where you were or what was happening, but the confusion did nothing to help the dull pain of your headache. Focusing hard, you did your best to open your eyes and understand where you were. Not to say you were in too much pain or anything. You just felt disoriented above all.

With a sickening realization, it fully hit you. The soothing presence you found continuing to lull you back to sleep was the beating of a heart and the slow rise and fall of a chest, your cheek resting against the naked flesh of a man's chest. With a start, you jolted a little, instantly scared of the current situation, only to feel your body firmly in place, two strong arms wrapping around you effortlessly, keeping you as close as possible to their owner.

You tried to say something to protest, but given how dry your mouth was, you could manage nothing more than a weak noise of protest. Struggling, you looked up and were met with the relaxed face of the most massive man you'd ever seen. His eyes were closed, but his strong features and heavy arms caused you to freeze up instantly. Looking around, you realized you weren't home in your own warm bed as you thought, but in the bed of a stranger, or rather, in bed with a stranger.

A fire burned in the corner, a silver kettle and tall pot on an antique stove, bearskins piled on the floors, and the curtains were drawn over the windows, but you could feel your skin crawling hearing the whistling winds blow outside. You could smell the spice of tea and something bubbling in a pot over the oven. All things considered, the scene around you was pretty cozy and charming, but given the circumstances, you were far from at ease.

 The fear of the situation caused fresh goosebumps of fear to prickle along the length of your skin as you couldn't help but try to push yourself away again. Of course, your body was unbearably sore from all you'd endured, but still, you were too scared to stay still, though the feeling of one of the plump arms tightening around your body caused you to squeak in fear before forcing yourself to remain still.

"Stay still. Your body it's warming up. Stay longer."

You didn't say anything but nodded. His eyes were half-lid as he stared at you.s feeling somewhat suffocated in your current position. It was too intimidating to look the stranger directly in his eyes, so you kept your gaze fixed squarely on your hands as you rubbed them together, as though to buffer away the memories of the awful stinging you felt moments ago when the coldness overreached the wool of your mittens, leaving you frozen to the bone.

You wanted to speak and say something, but this was all so overwhelming, and you were too scared to say the wrong thing. Doing anything which might incur the wrath of your "savior" and once again returning to the awful cold and darkness outside. 

"Tea is warming. Will you drink?"

It wasn't wise to say yes, but better to accept any offerings he had rather than have him force you to oblige. You nodded but couldn't help but ask,

"Who?"

Was the best you could manage to ask. Hearing your voice made you realize how hoarse and weak you sounded. He looked down, somewhat surprised to hear your voice.

"I am called Heavy."

"How did you…."

You trailed off, but the question was understood. It was dangerous to ask your "benefactor" how you got here or say anything to provoke ire and risk being cast out again, but thankfully he merely nodded.

"I saw your lantern light. You fell. I took you here. You've slept hours."

It terrified you to think about what would have happened if you'd lost your lantern earlier or if it burnt out before you could be saved. It was a miracle you were alive. The thought of every terrible thing that could've happened to you caused tears to brim as your mind was filled with visions of your cold, lifeless body torn apart by wild animals or your blue-frostbitten body being blown about endlessly in the snow. So many miserable ways to go, and you were alive now, but why were you still so scared?

"Don't cry- you are safe now. Heavy will protect you."

You didn't do anything to stop the older man when his massive hand found your chin, tilting your head up so he could entirely focus on your lips. Nor did you so much as flinch at the feeling of his face making contact with your own. He was shy, a bit stiff, but warm. Despite his initial silence, you could hear him humming softly against your mouth, and from your place resting on his chest, feel his breath in his lungs as he nuzzled his face closer to yours. 

"Still too cold. Skin to skin will warm you up faster."

Nodding feebly, you realized with discomfort that you had been stripped of your clothes from earlier that day. You weren't too broken up about this. However, the idea of putting on those soaking wet, frozen clothes back on made your stomach churn. You tried to keep your fear under wraps as you felt the stranger running his hands over your bareback. 

"It's ok, just relax, let me warm you, little one."

Swallowing your nerves, you felt his hand on your bareback under the blanket, his fingers smoothing against your soft skin, gently ushering your naked body to lay against his. You must've fallen asleep on his chest, your sleeping body wanting to crawl as close as you could to the hypnotic warmth of his body. With a few deep breaths, you allowed your arms to slither away and felt the admittedly pleasurable sensation of skin-to-skin contact. He had the body of a beast yet moved gently against you, but you knew the moment you tested him or tried to resist, he would show you his real might. You lay bare-chest-to-bare-chest against Heavy, resting your head against his chest. 

"I can move to the side if I'm too heavy for you- I wouldn't mind, really, I'm not that cold anymore-"

He laughed heartily at your protest, running his hand up your thigh to rest comfortably on your ass, giving the flesh a gentle squeeze in mock assurance.

"You are nothing! The weight is good. Too long now, I've been alone. Prayed for companionship, and now you are here. You will not be leaving again."

He spoke with such a light-hearted voice, but his words still chilled you, and you didn't like his implication. Kissing the top of your head, he hummed lowly as you felt the reverberations deep in his chest. You didn't know the melody but were sure you'd heard the song somewhere.

"Kiss again?"

You could've sworn you could feel the slight increase in his heartbeat, as though simply holding you in his arms and a shy peck on the lips was enough to excite him. His hand left your back to find your jaw again, though he took a moment to stroke the side of your face, feeling the pulpy skin of your cheek under his calloused fingertips.

"I've been alone for so long- too long. I pray to God to send company, and tonight, I bring home an angel."

He kissed the top of your head sweetly, and your breath hitched as you felt him sitting up in bed, effortlessly pulling you to sit on his lap. Both his hands resting on your waist, looking down lovingly at your flushed skin and bare tits, you could feel he grew aroused quickly and would only remain so gentle for so long. He pushed you up a little to meet his lips with your own, shyly suckling at your bottom lip, wanting to pull you closer and closer. You used his broad shoulders to keep yourself balanced, hesitantly returning the kiss, having no idea what the man had planned for you next.

"H-heavy, will you please tell me where I am?"

"We are home."

He was about to press his lips to yours again, but you pulled away, just a little, but enough for him to hesitate, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. While Heavy was irritated by the delay, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for you. He wanted to hold you close, kiss you, and show you how safe you were under his roof, but he understood why you were too shaken to give in. He wanted to help you relax. Clearly, you were timid, not ready for such close intimacy in bed.

"Tea is still hot, I'll get it for you."

Nodding in response, Heavy allowed you to slide away, giving him space to get out of the bed to the kitchen, leaving you in a nest of blankets, noticing the absence of his body heat immediately. You couldn't help but watch with slight paranoia as you stared at him intensely while he fixed the drinks. 

"No sugar rations left. Can you drink it black?"

"Black is good."

When he returned to the bed, he held two mugs of steaming tea in one hand, holding something in the other you couldn't quite make out. You sat on the edge of the bed to take one of the cups in your hands as he set the other on the bedside table. In his other hand, he revealed an old-looking little glass bottle labeled in a worn print you couldn't quite make out. 

"Medicine for your head. You'll need it."

Hesitantly you accepted as he handed you the bottle. It looked legitimate and, from an outside perspective, looked exactly how you'd expect cold medicine to look. You knew the bottle being unsealed was a major red flag, but other than that, it appeared precisely how cold medicine should be. He watched you, clearly not going anywhere until you took your medicine.

"Just a few sips. It's strong."

Your mouth felt dry, and the longer you looked at the little bottle, the more confident you were something was wrong. Still, despite your better judgment, you raised the bottle to your lips, letting the thick elixir pour into your mouth as you forced yourself to swallow quickly before the taste made you hesitate. After successfully doing a decent amount, you only realized the taste was much sweeter than expected. But artificially so, in a way that made your teeth hurt. Satisfied, Heavy took the bottle back, patting your head with his chubby palm.

"There is hot water for a bath. I'll draw one now."

You lay back, sipping a bit at the bitter tea to help wash the sickeningly sweet taste of the medicine out of your mouth. You let your eyes drift shut, feeling the drug begin to kick in. The pain in your head easing away into a lighter, becoming more bearable, and if not for Heavy returning to your side to let you know the bath was drawn, you could've quickly fallen asleep right there.

Guiding you by the hand, you walked with a slight unsteadiness, swaying, needing to support yourself against Heavy even at such a slow pace, especially up the stairs. Eventually, he led you through the open door into the bathroom, where he shut the door behind him. Instantly putting you back on edge, not exactly understanding why he decided to step into the bathroom with you, the feeling intensifying when he pulled off his shirt.

"I think I can take it from here. Thank you for this, but I-"

"No. I will stay."

You flushed slightly at his resolution and how unbothered he appeared now, standing topless before you.

"Oh! I'm, I'm so sorry, it's just… I'm not sure how I feel about, uh, this? I can wash by myself. No need for you to worry about me!"

You had a bad feeling about this, and you could already tell by how intently Heavy looked down at you there was no way you could talk your way out of this. You reasoned with yourself that it'd be safer to appease him this way than trying to refuse the bath and invoke his wrath. Your discomfort was hardly softened with this rationalizing. For some reason, though, you had trouble imagining Heavy hurting you. He was intimidating; anyone could see that, but the way he touched you so gently.

It was hard to undress in front of him, but he had an undeniable charming innocence. Something about how he wasn't awkward or flustered helping you out of his clothes, like he didn't look at you with lust but with a pure desire to help. 

The bath felt instantly soothing, and you were thankful for Heavy's hold on you as he gently lowered your body into the hot water. You were so sore from what happened the night before that you couldn't help but sigh, sinking into the tub. The hot water felt so comforting, easily more soothing than anything you'd felt before. However, it was hard to fully let go of your modesty, and you couldn't help but curl into a ball, trying to hide as much of your body as you could.

It took quite a while before you truly relaxed and let the larger man soothe your body. You were simply too tired to feel insecure anymore. The longer Heavy stayed by your side, leaning over the side of the tub, warming his hands with the bathwater, rubbing little patterns into your skin. Eventually you uncurled yourself from the fetus position, leaning back and resting your head against the outer lip of the tub. The water felt so much better once you allowed the tension to leave your body. 

As unsettling as the situation might've been, you couldn't help but feel so protected under the stranger's care. He was bigger than anyone you'd known before but only touched you gently, the caresses loving and tender but with an element of restraint, as though he feared you would shatter under his touch if he weren't careful. 

Once again, you felt yourself drifting off, knowing Heavy wouldn't let you drown. Sure enough, when he noticed the way you were falling back asleep, he spoke softly to you.

"Back to bed with you."

You were helped out of the tub, your legs unable to support your weight. You allowed Heavy to support your entire weight as he pulled you up, trying not to get distracted by the feeling of your body so hot and sensitive against his bare skin. He wrapped a towel around your body, carrying you back to bed. Your body limp and sore, your mind drifting through a haze. You felt Heavy tuck you into bed, pulling the damp towel from your body before pulling the covers over your body, kissing your forehead before pulling away to get into bed himself. Heavy undid his pants, stepping out, he left them in a heap on the floor before crawling up beside you, shuddering slightly at the feeling of your bare skin up against his, especially when you mindlessly curled closer to his body.

For what felt like hours, you could feel your body drifting in and out of sleep, unable to fall asleep in the foreign place. Not to say you were uncomfortable, just restless given such a radical change. In a dreamlike state, you could feel the warmth of another body beside you, a body almost hypnotically warm. You felt as though you couldn't help but want to draw closer. The stranger's body was massive, and the bare flesh felt comforting. You rolled onto your side, sliding one leg around his as you curled closer, wrapping your arms around his forearm. His was so large you felt like you could spoon it. You nuzzled against him, running the side of your face up and down with complete bliss. Burrowing your face into the side of his body, unaware of how intently he watched above. He dared not try to move the arm you were clinging onto to push you closer for fear of waking you up. But the moment he felt your lower body grinding against his, he knew he couldn't remain still any longer.

He tried to be strong. He really did. But after being in isolation for so long, even the tiniest provocation from you turned him on. He grit his teeth, breathing through his nose, and he could not stop the growing arousal between his legs. It was so wrong, you weren't aware of what you were doing, and to take advantage of you now would mare his conscience forever, but you made him feel so weak and so virile at the same time. He knew he wasn't strong enough to endure the temptation, mentally praying for forgiveness for what he was about to do.

He pulled your body from laying on its side to an upright position without breaking the contact between your hips and his thigh, supporting the weight of your body with no trouble at all. Just the feeling of your hips sliding from the side to the top of his leg sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. While you might not have been entirely of sound mind, you were awake enough to keep your head from falling back. Unfortunately, moving you like this caused you to awaken a bit more as your bleary eyes fluttered open. You momentarily looked aware of being upright and, with your dizziness, were almost sure you would fall.

"Be calm. I have you, don't fear."

You felt ashamed realizing what you'd done, but Heavy looked at you with such love. You felt unable to stop grinding. You simply weren't awake enough to understand the situation, likely thinking all this was some erotic dream brought about by the cold medicine and delirium. Heavy was lying down, his upper body propped up a little by the pillows, he couldn't exactly watch your lower body grinding on him, but the sight of your face, in a haze of pleasure, was all he needed. He'd fantasized about something like this before, not even he had the willpower to ignore his carnal desires altogether, but now that he had the real idea before him, the pleasure felt more incredible than ever before. Yet still, he needed more.

You slouched forward a little bit, your hands pushing against his gut to support yourself and roll your hips a little harder than before. All the while, you giggled to yourself, mindlessly pawing against the softness of his gut, giddy and delighted, feeling your fingers sink a little into the thick layer of fat. His chest wasn't too hairy, much smoother than you expected, and his thick skin felt so comforting.

By now, Heavy was sure he was at his limit. He could feel a wetness where you were grinding but watching you mindlessly feeling him up really sent him over the edge. He groaned in frustration as he rolled his hips upward, knowing you were too far away to provide any friction. But still, he didn't want to interrupt your hands against him. But by now, his erection was almost painfully swollen, and he needed release. He, ever so gently, so as not to startle you, took hold of one of your hands, curling it into a fist as he brought it down lower. 

You didn't try to stop him. Hell, you were hardly aware of anything, so you didn't tense up or retract your arm when you felt Heavy bringing your hand down to rest over the straining fabric of his boxers. He let out a low moan when he felt your fingers curiously groping at the material, not entirely aware of your actions, not an issue as Heavy took the initiative for you. 

Taking your hand on his own, he guided your hand to wrap around his shaft, not yet moving but wrapping his hand tighter around yours, his hand covering yours entirely. Even without moving, Heavy could feel a bit of precum leaking from his tip as he edged painfully close to his release. And with a deep breath, Heavy used his other hand to pull his boxers down. He couldn't help but sigh in relief, finally freeing the sensitive skin from the uncomfortable confines of fabric. Not waiting another moment, he used your hand in his to begin pumping away, using the precum as a lubricant, helping your hand move up and down with no resistance. You lazily ground away against his thigh, squeezing tighter. Despite not being all there, the feeling of the big guy under you moaning in pleasure turned you on. 

Heavy knew using you like this was dangerous, it was wrong, and desperate, but all morality was forgotten as he felt more and more desperate the closer he came to his climax. By now, he was bucking his hips against your touch, tightening his hold on your hand to the point of pain. But the pain in your body failed to reach your mind as all you could think about was how good it felt to lay down beside this comforting stranger, feeling so warm and held beside him, everything melting away as you felt him moving your hand. You couldn't move your fingers much in his firm hold, but you knew how hard it was to fully wrap around his shaft, given the size of the thing. Heavy wanted to make the moment last, to make this first risque encounter with you feel genuinely intimate, but he didn't last much longer. The touch of your smaller hand trapped in place as he used you to pleasure himself while you numbly chased your own pleasure. Heavy at last came, his head falling back as he panted and moaned, feeling the strongest orgasm he'd ever known rush over him.

In truth, you weren't sure if you came or not. The delirium of hunger and the sleep-like brain fog made the events that transpired feel like an out-of-body experience. As though you weren't truly in your own body, but were not taken by sleep either, drifting around between the two as you felt another in control. You still get a tingling pleasure lingering between your legs, perhaps an afterglow, but you allowed the pleasure to take over as your body slackened in Heavy's hold. 

He pulled you back under the blankets, carefully supporting your neck and back with his enormous hands as he settled you in a comfortable position o top of his body. Your head on his chest, listening to the slow hammering of his heart, almost inaudible given the immense fat and muscle surrounding it. Something about the position felt so right. Like the two of you were one in this bed, soothing one another with a warm body to help the other drift off into sleep. Smiling softly, you kissed the bare flesh where your head lay, feeling drowsier and drowsier by the second. You had no idea Heavy wasn't as loopy as you were and could feel everything, even the feather-light kiss and the way you were so relaxed and at peace. Heavy began to hum gently, the reverberations profoundly soothing, the last thing you heard before you allowed sleep to claim you.

Heavy felt a bit of pride in this. He knew nothing about you before today, but something about seeing you so frail and vulnerable in the harsh wilderness, a dying light moments away from being snuffed out. Or how even in the warmth of his abode, you trembled, the cold still shilling you to the bone. Your poor body is so fragile compared to Heavy, and it hurts him to see something so small in pain. But now you are out of the cold for good. He was the one to give you warmth, pleasure, and peace; merely knowing this gave him great pride.

Heavy was always so protective of the ones he loved, and he knew he couldn't ever let you go now. Not after the world had mistreated you so cruelly. He watched your breathing begin to slow as you settled into a deep rest, and while he wished you were awake and holding him back consciously, he knew this was for the best. Furthermore, Heavy had been up for hours taking care of you and ought to put himself to bed, but he wanted to hold on a little longer. But he was fading fast. Being on his own for so long had made him lonelier than he realized. 

He stopped humming, gently murmuring to your unconscious body.

"I thought I'd seen the last of my family. Thought I'd be all alone. But you give me a second chance. To start over a new life, a new family. To share with you."

Heavy had no idea what the next day would bring, but he allowed himself to hope for the first time in what felt like forever. To honestly believe a better future was coming, and he held the key to his fate right here in his own hands. 

[calicoconstellation]

──── ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𐑂 ────

❥・🎨 ❛ The Calico Constellation ❜

We are the Calico Constellation, an odd lil family of nonhumans who share a physical body. We are primarily a traumagenic UDD system with a couple endogenic median headmates. Collectively: Calico or Cali

❥・🐾 Quick info

・Collectively uses all pronouns

・An adult

・ADHD autistic synesthete

・Physically disabled

❥・🌈 Identities

・Plural system

・Queer as fuck

・Transpecies & alterhuman

❥・🎶 Boundaries

・Treat us as separate people

・Do not debate us on our existence

・Do not debate us on syscourse

・Respect our individual boundaries

⋆＊⋆ ˚°•̩̩͙⋆✩⋆•̩̩͙°˚ ⋆＊⋆ ˚°•̩̩͙⋆✩⋆•̩̩͙°˚ ⋆＊⋆

❥・💖 ❛ Evren Fae ❜

❛ The most anxious ball of fluff I’ve ever met (affectionate) ❜ -Jace

❥・��� Quick info

・Any pronouns (neos and it/its preferred)

・Nonhuman shapeshifter

・Circus performer and theatre kid

・Collects and is obsessed with alpaca stuffies

❥・🫧 Identities

・Genderqueer trans enboy

・Ace and some shade of gay

・Toothless fictionkind

・ Luz Noceda fictionkind

・Alpacalink

・Winged cat therian

❥・☁️ Boundaries

・Always ask to touch unless close

・Ask once before using petnames

・Don’t use the tone tags “/nm” or “/npa” with me please, it triggers paranoia

❀ ~ ♡ ~ ❁ ~ ♡ ~ ✿ ~ ♡ ~ ❀ ~

❥・🦋 ❛ Saffron ❜

❛ The definition of a cottagecore lesbian ❜ -Fae

❥・🌼 Quick info

・She/her and petal/petals pronouns

・An elf angel

・Obsessed with flowers and nature

・Loves yoga and mindfulness

❥・🧚🏻‍♀️ Identities

・Woman

・Lesbian

・Faekind

・Has many clicks - feel free to ask!

❥・🕊 Boundaries

・Okay with petnames

・Ask once before touching

・Uncomfy with medical terms, please don’t medicalize

・Don’t use the tone tags “/nm” or “/npa” with me please, it triggers paranoia

♤ — ♡ — ♢ — ♧ — ♤ — ♡

❥・🐾 ❛ Jace ❜

❛ His DND alignment is true neutral. Not because he’s ever nuetral on anything, but because he switches between every extreme so rapidly none of us can keep track ❜ -Fae

❥・🍬 Quick info

・He/him pronouns

・Catlike demon boy

・Proud protector and caretaker

・Enjoys cleaning, looking after others, and philosophical questions

❥・🎃 Identities

・Agender

・Aroace

・Black cat hearted

❥・🕸 Boundaries

・Do not touch

・Do not petname

・Only headmates get to call me nicknames

･｡ﾟ. ✧ : . ☽｡ﾟ✧ﾟ: . ☽｡ﾟ✧ﾟ: .･

❥・🌙 ❛ Catra ❜

❛ I’m the catboy girlboss from your nightmares ❜ -Catra

❥・🐾 Quick info

・He/she pronouns, alternating

・Spiritual Catra fictive

・Extremely passionate

・I don’t do respectability politics. Get over it.

・I love talking about my homeworld, feel free to ask me stuff

❥・💫 Identities

・Bigender tranny

・Demi-aroace dyke

❥・🔥 Boundaries

・No touch

・No petnames

・Don’t disrespect my spiritual beliefs

・Don’t separate me from my source to make me less “problematic”

・Do tell me if you think I’m hot, it’ll make my day

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❥・⚔️ ❛ Adora ❜

❛ You’re such an idiot <3 ❜ -Catra

❥・🦄 Quick info

・Any pronouns just not it/its

・Lawful good

・Loves horses and swords

・Still figuring out this whole system thing

❥・🗡 Identities

・Lesbian

・Girl…?

❥・❤️‍🔥 Boundaries

・Ask once before using petnames

・Always ask to touch

・Not comfortable answering personal questions

꒷꒦︶꒦︶꒷︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒦︶꒷︶

❥・👑 ❛ King Rexie ❜

❛ My sunshine <3 ❜ -Fae

❥・🌟 Quick info

・He/him pronouns

・King Clawthorne fictive

・Syskid

・Loves royal aesthetics and Pokémon

・Extremely extroverted

❥・🐾 Identities

・Fox therian

・Boy but in a nonhuman way

❥・🏰 Boundaries

・Okay with petnames

・Always ask to touch unless close

・Not comfortable answering personal questions

꒷︶꒷꒦ ₓ ˚. ୭ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ୧ .˚ ₓ ︶꒷꒦

❥・☀️ ❛ Summer ❜

❛ my little sister!! <3 ❜ -Rexie

❥・🧸 Quick info

・ Goes by Summer, Sunny, and Honey

・Testing out pronouns

・Nonverbal and nonscribble

・Syskid

❥・🌻 Identities

・Grizzlybear-hearted

・Vee fictionkind

・Not quite human..?

・Shrugs

❥・🐻 Boundaries

・Nicknames welcome

・Ask every time before using petnames

・Ask every time before touching

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[italeean]

The afterparty

After his birthday party, Kuroko sleeps at Kagami's place, however there's an uninvited guest who makes things a little... animated

A/N: Surprise surprise!! A fic coming out during my break time?! 🙀 Well... my break is NOT over yet, this is something I started working on a couple of months ago for a very special someone's birthday. Yes, @wertzunge I'm talking about you 💙 I hope you enjoy the gift that @mai-mei (who contributed with this amazing artwork) and I have prepared!! Buon compleanno 💚🤍❤️ (Happy birthday)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"Kuroko! Otanjoubi omedetou!!" Everyone yelled cheerfully while Kuroko smiled widely at them. That birthday couldn't have been better, a big party with his friends from both middle and high school, but alas, the fun had to end.

It was pretty late when the guys left Kagami's place, not before cleaning up a little, and now there were only three people in the house.

"Kuroko, does he have to stay as well?" Kagami asked pointing at Tetsuya 2, not bothering to hide his annoyance. He had started to warm up to the little puppy, but having him inside his home was an entirely different story.

"Yes, it's my turn to keep him today and it's too hot to make him stay outside." Kuroko replied calmly, ignoring his friend's annoyed tone. The redhead, on the other hand, was still glaring at the furball, following his every move to prevent him to lay his paws (or worse, his teeth) on his precious basket magazines.

He wasn't really happy about the situation, but it wasn't so bad after all. Plus, it was Kuroko's birthday so he decided to let it happen as a birthday wish. All he had to do was put his magazines on a higher shelf and the risk of them getting ruined would be nullified.

He did exactly that, and joined Kuroko in the kitchen to grab a glass of water. "Nice party, huh?" He asked to the blue-haired boy, watching him nod eagerly. Obviously he shared that opinion. Thanks to everyone's contribution, the evening had been splendid and the house was left clean. The only thing left to do was throw away the plastic cutlery, plates and glasses and put the bottles of water and juice in the fridge.

It wasn't midnight yet, and some noises could still be heard from outside, but the atmosphere was extremely peaceful and relaxed. Kagami couldn't wait to finish cleaning up and settle on the couch with his friend. Hopefully they'd find a good basket match to watch together before bed.

He went to the living room to finish tidying up, and he wished he'd stayed in the kitchen, because as soon as he entered the room, he witnessed to the disaster.

A sliding noise could be heard, and the one of things falling to the ground right after. Tetsuya 2 had decided to pull the tablecloth, and it resulted in everything falling down. Luckily, there wasn't anything made of glass so nothing broke, but a bottle of water and one of juice didn't have their cap on, so all their content was spilled on the ground.

"WHAT THE- WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!!" Kagami roared in a sudden fit of anger, "Look what he's done!" He scoffed to Kuroko, who had rushed to the living room after hearing that noise.

After cleaning up everything, the ace looked less mad, but he still glaring daggers at the culprit, who was curled up on the birthday boy's lap on the couch enjoying some affectionate cuddles.

"He's feeling guilty, you know?" The blue-eyed teen asked without taking his eyes off of the puppy. "Yeah... he looks so sorry..." the taller guy commented sarcastically. "Can't you just forgive him?" Kuroko asked him while lifting up the little companion, who was displaying his best pleading puppy eyes.

The redhead glanced at the clock, it was still 15 minutes until midnight, then he looked at his two friends with an evil expression and cracked his knuckles. "Oh sure, I can forgive him, but someone still has to pay for it." He declared while getting closer to the couch.

As if he had understood what was going to happen, Tetsuya 2 jumped off Kuroko's lap, which made it much easier for the ace to drag his friend to the ground. He straddled him without pinning down his hands, he knew he was stronger and didn't need to do that.

"I'm sure that tomorrow we'll get a good laugh out of that mess, but for today the only one to laugh is gonna be you!!" Kagami chuckled while his hands found the hollow of Kuroko's arms.

"Kagahahami nohohoho..! I-i didn't dohoho anything ehehehe" the birthday boy immediately dissolved himself into a puddle of giggles, knowing it would be counterproductive to keep his laughter in. It would've only riled Kagami up more.

"I know you didn't, but you're responsible for whatever that thing does here, so you'll be the one to pay." The redhead stated while his fingers wormed their way down towards the shorter guy' ribs and sides, "But since it's your birthday, I'll let you off with a little punishment, so don't worry too much. It will only tickle a little."

As Kagami's hands went lower, Kuroko's laughter became louder. It was really rare for him to let out his belly laughter, and the ace was in love with that sound... although he'd never say that out loud. "Thihihis ihis stihihihill nahahat fahahai- EEK!" The blue-eyed guy's complaint got interrupted by his own squeak, caused by the very own little one who had caused the mess he was paying for.

Tetsuya 2 had decided to join the party, so he approached the shorter guy and licked his ears, neck and face, making him squeal and scrunch his shoulders in a futile attempt to protect at least the neck and the ears.

"See? He agrees with me so it's decided. I'll tickle you for the whole duration of your birthday." The ace proclaimed his sentence, which actually consisted of another five minutes of tickles, since the midnight was close.

Kuroko would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, it reminded him of the times at Teiko and of all the goofy memories he'd made at Serin, especially with Teppei whenever the senpai thought everyone needed a little cheer-up treatment. However, he was pretty close to the limit and didn't know how much more he'd last.

As if he'd read his thoughts, Kagami said "There's only one minute left, ready for the grand finale?" The blue-eyed boy knew what he was talking about and got ready for it as he felt his friend shifting closer to his feet.

Without even the slightest warning, he skittered his fingers all over Kuroko's poor soles, from the heels to the toes, without even bothering to take off his socks. Luckily for him, his friend's feet were just that sensitive.

"EEHEHEHP KAHAHAGAHAMIEHEH WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!!" The poor birthday boy yelled, going crazy from the tickly feeling. "Come on, it's just a minute... don't tell me you can't handle it..." the ace teased, knowing very well how unbearable it was. The little puppy was still contributing with his playful licks and barking happily at the cheerful scene in front of him.

For Kuroko, that minute seemed to last forever until it eventually came to an end. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... happy birthday!" The taller guy exclaimed as the last second of his friend's birthday ticked away.

After some breathing and a much needed glass of water, the three of them settled on the couch and were lucky enough to find an NBA match on tv. The game was really catching and the two friends were really satisfied, but when the interviews to the players began, Kagami felt a soft snoring sound and a weight dropping on his shoulder.

He slowly turned around to see the blue-haired boy asleep with his head on his shoulder. He chuckled, imagining how tired he could've been after the party and the "after-party".

Kuroko, on the other hand, smiled as he softly drifted off to dreamland with the puppy cuddled up close to him.

His birthday couldn't have ended better.

[italeean]

Good boy... GOOD BOY?!

Kuroko is trying his best to convince Kagami that Tetsuya #2 is harmless and really sweet, but nothing seems to work. The puppy decides to take the matter in his own... paws

A/N: Good evening guys!! How are you? 🍡 Today's fic is a request from @wertzunge and it's my first Kuroko no Basket work, as I told you yesterday. Thanks Max for making a second request and for always giving me such wholesome prompts 🥺 I hope you all will enjoy this fic, suggestions and support are always appreciated. Buona lettura 💚🤍❤️ (Have a nice reading)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

The basketball gym at Serin High School wasn't exactly a quiet place. Actually, it was anything but quiet between the noise of everyone steps, balls bouncing and the coach's whistling and loud voice. But that day it was noisier than usual.

"KUROKO!! I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!" Kagami's voice was so loud that it created an echo in the room. "He's not a thing," the blue-haired boy quickly corrected him "and he's harmless. He's at least twenty times smaller than you." The dog barked in response and jumped into Kuroko's arms eager to get some scritches.

"I don't care how big or small he is," the ace of the basketball team replied with an irritated and subtly scared tone "he's a dog! He can bite!!" He backed away while his best friend followed him. The sixth man's face was expressionless, but it was more than clear that he was having fun.

Their chasing and bickering went on for a while, and they were lucky that the coach had left earlier or they would've been scolded for sure. "Oh sorry the ball slipped from my ha- watch out Kagami!" Shinji's voice resonated through the place, but the red-haired guy didn't hear the warning in time and tripped on the ball, falling on his butt.

After making sure he was alright, everyone started snickering and replaying the scene in their mind, and even Kagami was smiling. He knew it was funny and it could've happened to everyone. What he wasn't expecting at all was a surprise attack from a certain furball, now that his guard was down.

Tetsuya #2 was getting restless in Kuroko's embrace, so the guy put him down to let him run. However, the puppy ran straight towards Kagami and jumped on him in sign of affection. He was more than determined to show to the tall human that he was a good boy, and not someone to be afraid of! To prove that to him, the dog nuzzled and licked his face and neck, anywhere he could reach, not realizing that he was getting the opposite effect.

"K-KUROKO!! GET THIS THING OFF OF ME ALREADYEHE-" The red-haired player covered his mouth with his hand, hoping that no one had noticed what had just happened. Luckily no one did, and Kuroko picked up the mascot eventually, although he vehemently reminded him that he wasn't a thing.

When practice was over everyone went home, but Kagami and Kuroko decided to stay some more to improve their speed and coordination. After another slam dunk, the redhead wiped the sweat off his forehead and grinned "We're getting faster, right Kuroko?" He turned around perplexed "Kuroko? Where are y-AAAHH" He suddenly jumped while shielding his sides with his hands.

The blue-eyed guy had used his "secret ability" to disappear for a second and reappear behind his friend and give a firm jab to his sides. He just wanted to test something he'd noticed when Tetsuya #2 was "assaulting" the taller player, and he was pretty satisfied with the results.

Sensing the playful mood, the dog rushed towards them and barked happily. "THAT THING AGAIN!!" The ace exclaimed in fear and exasperation. Kuroko approached the two of them to take the mascot away, but then he had a mischievous idea. At the last moment, he latched his hands on his friend's hips and squeezed and poked the bones.

"WHAT THE- nohohot yohohohou ahagahahain!" The poor guy broke into a fit of laughter, unable to hold back. "He's not a thing, admit it." The blue-haired boy used his short stature and speed to his advantage to not get caught by the redhead, who was turning around over and over in an attempt to stop him.

"I told you to admit he's not a thing. Say it or I won't stop." The smaller guy replied with a hint of amusement in his tone, while poking all over his teammate's torso, spidering his fingers on his toned belly, worming his index fingers into his underarms and drilling his thumbs into his hips. "Shuhuhut uhuhup and stohohop ihit alreheheahahady!!" Kagami knew that the smartest choice was to just say it and put an end to his friend's shenanigans, but seeing (better yet, hearing, since he was using his invisibility powers) Kuroko amused was such a rare sight that he wanted to carry on a little more.

And maybe he wasn't exactly distressed or uncomfortable with the situation...

Not knowing what to do to escape the tickles, the ace decided to drop to the floor and have his chances in a wrestling match on the ground. As expected, Tetsuya was quick to follow him, and Kagami's plan would've succeeded if it weren't for the unfair intervention of the certain furball.

Having a dog right next to him made the taller player yelp, and that distraction was all Kuroko needed to effectively pin him down. The blue-haired boy knew he had no chance of beating the other when it came to strength, so he pinned his hands above his head with his knees, instead of straddling him and using only one hand to keep him still.

The tickle attack resumed almost immediately with the sixth man sliding his fingers up and down the ribcage and underarms, randomly digging in just to enjoy the startled increase in pitch of Kagami's laughter. "Kurohohokohooo stahAHAHAhap ihihit WAHAHA!!" The red-eyed guy was still too stubborn to let him go just yet, so Kuroko just carried on, watching him squirm and struggle to get away.

With all that movement, the tank top of his uniform had rolled up a little, and the puppy noticed it with excitement. He immediately climbed on top of Kagami, who was too busy laughing to even notice, and started licking the exposed skin. No one knows if he did it to show affection, or to mimic what the shorter guy was doing to get the same happy reaction, or both but the roaring laughter that echoed in the gym was priceless.

"GEHEHET THAHAHAHAHAT THIHIHING AHAHAWAHAHAYEHEHEHE" The redhead didn't even know he was so sensitive on his belly, maybe it was the different touch... but it wasn't the right time to think about that. He still had to break free. He didn't even know that a puppy could tickle that much, even the fluffy paws trying their best to not fall felt tingly on his skin. He really was in quite the predicament.

Luckily for him, Kuroko thought it wasn't safe to let Tetsuya #2 stay on the taller guy when he was squirming so much so he got up and quickly straddled him before getting tge dog off. Kagami instantly covered his torso with his hands, but his friend simply gave him a tiny smug smirk and turned around before getting off.

He proceeded to lay the redhead's shins on his lap, not without an intense struggle, and crossed his legs to trap them. Then he scribbled under his knees with one hand while squeezing right above the kneecaps with the other.

If he thought that the previous laughter was loud, it was nothing compared to the one that broke out the second his fingertips touched Kagami's knees. It was boisterous, just like him; Kuroko thought it suited him perfectly.

However, the fun came soon to an end. It turned out that, despite being so strong, tough and cool, even the ace was weak to being tickled in his most sensitive spot. "YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!! HEHEHEHE'S NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT AHAHA THIHIHIHING!" As soon as the red-eyed guy admitted it, the tickling stopped and he found himself free from the blue-haired player's clutches.

After Kagami had calmed down from the residual giggles, Tetsuya #2 started headbutting Kuroko, who was still sitting on the ground, because he felt left out and wanted attention. The shorter guy laughed a little and turned around to give him some tummy rubs. The puppy panted happily with his tongue sticking out and the sixth man awed internally at that sight. "See? He's a good boy..."

"Good boy..." Kuroko could almost see his teammate's furious aura building up around him "GOOD BOY?! IF I HAD TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THAT, IT WAS BECAUSE OF H-"

"Don't you wanna pet him..?"

Kagami could've said no to that request, but something in his friend's wide, expectant eyes and his hopeful tone made it impossible for him to refuse. He scooted closer and tentatively put his hand on the puppy's stomach, astonished at its softness, then he wiggled his fingers to give some scritches to the little rascal.

Maybe Tetsuya #2 was a good boy, who knows...