#oh yehet

[cyberexo]

[17:04]

Sehun used to be a boy scout so he knows how to tie all sorts of knots with rope but hasn’t really implemented much of it in his life as he grew up and certainly not in his current relationship with you- being so into how crafty his hands were with rope you always asked him to show you but he never did so you took it upon yourself to do whatever you could to get him to show, like pissing him off beyond belief till he couldn’t put up with you anymore and TIED YOU UP- lord have mercy.

[marvelous-llama]

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Exordia Academy by @kpopfanfictrash

Welcome to the Exodus Mall by @yehet-me-up

12 days of lust by @kwanisms

Gaurdian angel series by @marshmallow-phd (Kyungsoo, Sehun, Baekhyun, Jongin, Chanyeol, Junmeon)

Vampire series by @marshmallow-phd (Tao, Chanyeol, Yixing, Luhan, Minseok, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Baekhyun)

Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa collab by @myeoning-call

meant to be by @galactichen

Kim Minseok

Kim Junmyeon

Zhang Yixing

Byun Baekhyun

Kim Jongdae

Park Chanyeol

Do Kyungsoo

Kim Jongin

Oh Sehun

[dreamingofbucky]

Inescapable

chapter three

summary: you finally encounter a suited man.

tags/warnings: hints of violence, choking (not reader), allusions to possible assault and robbery, spanish nicknames because spider-man has no chill compared to miguel hehe, tbh some whiplash bc spiderman is so sweet and miguel is not.

wordcount: 2.4k

author’s note: not betea read.  uhhh thank you for 700 followers and being patient with me for this update! I've been planning and plotting this series so it can flow well. And I even started plotting another multi chapter fic for miguel. it'll be a dark one...can't wait!

tag list: @yehet-moi-ohorat @127aliciia @keepingitlokiii @soseoulol @netey6m @miggyoharaswife @thesecretwriter @natthernandez @twitchydownfall

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The crime in the city was only seemingly getting worse.  

You were on your third week at work and you’ve just finished sending in last minute emails before leaving the office. It was Thursday, so that meant you could stop by the grocery store for some discounted sushi. It was the simple things, really. 

Miguel O’Hara has been out of your mind for as long as you could muster, even if you saw him around Alchemax. You’d easily turn your heel and walk back to where you came from or even side step him and walk down a random hallway. 

Ever since that night you found yourself drunk-mumbling and moaning his name you had to make your distance. And he didn’t seem to make it any more difficult for you. It’s like he knew you were avoiding him and he let you. 

How sweet. 

He was off doing whatever bullshit he’d do during the workday and you were positive there were times he wasn’t even in the building or on campus for that matter. But you didn’t mind one bit when you turned in the first of many reports to your boss and you got praise for it. 

You didn’t dare to find Miguel to share the good news because this was all you and you wanted to cherish it. Even if his credentials were on it. 

You didn’t care. 

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Walking toward the grocery store is not as noisy as you’d expect for a Thursday afternoon. You even had a little pep in your step once you reached the destination and began looking at the sushi options. You opted for a Philly roll and a crunchy crab. You even got another bottle of wine to dive into. 

Once you paid for your groceries you were on your way home when you got this funny feeling in your body. Like someone was following you. 

You picked up your pace, sushi bag in one hand and wine bottle in the other. Your hand tightened around the wine bottle and you’d sacrifice the sweet and savory goodness to use it as your weapon if you had to. 

Turning your head slightly, you could hear the shuffle of footsteps behind you—catching up. Your heart rate quickened at the realization that the faster you began to walk, the faster the steps behind you slapped against the concrete. 

You didn’t bother to turn to look at who it might be, you couldn’t spare that second as you picked up your pace into a light jog. The pretty blue dress you decided to wear to work today flows around your thighs with the movement. 

The streets weren’t busy so there wouldn’t be anyone you could scream to if you needed. You were ultimately fucked if you let them get to you, regardless of what they wanted. 

There were often times you almost got robbed before you found ways out of those situations. If tonight was going to be the first, you’d be sure to put up a fight. Even if it costs your wine bottle. 

The blood pumping in your veins rushed to your ears and that’s all you could hear. It wasn’t until you ran across a street, thinking you made enough space between you and whoever was behind you that you knew you were wrong. 

Oh, so wrong. 

“You can’t keep running, pretty,” a gruff voice sounded right by your ear. It was so sudden that you jumped at the sound, turning your gaze at the man with a black ski mask on. Did they seriously follow you with that on in broad daylight… and no one stopped them? 

Another reason added to your list of why you were starting to dislike this city. The bystander effect was very very real here. 

Before you can think to run, fight, or even think, they grab you by your elbow harshly and push you toward an alleyway. Your breathing fills the silence around you and you know you should scream. 

Yell.

Fight.

Do something. 

But nothing came out of your mouth when you parted your lips. Your hand wouldn’t lift when the neurons in your brain attempted to connect with the nerves in your hand to lift the damn wine bottle and smash it over this person’s head. 

You’re pushed against a hard brick wall and your breath gets knocked out of you. The sushi bag falls in the process. 

“You won’t be needing this,” the person laughs before leaning down and pulling the wine bottle out of your hardened grasp. Your fingers are stiff around it and they have to practically yank it out of your grip. 

Their eyes are almost bloodshot and they’re not too much taller than you. You could make a run for it, if your damn body listened to you. But you seemed to be stuck in Freeze Mode. 

“You’re not going to say anything?” They ask, leaning in closer. You could hear their muffled breathing under the mask. “This will make it easier for me then.” 

It takes everything in you to finally speak and it comes out as a pitiful whisper. “P-please, just leave me alone. Take my purse!” 

Their eyes run down the length of you until they stop at the purse strap over your shoulder. 

“That wouldn’t make this fun, though. I’m already enjoying this. Why not make it last?” 

You suck in a deep breath, still attempting to will your feet to move. To move your knee at least and jab it into their crotch and then make a run for it. But of course your body would not respond to your commands. 

They lean in even more, their covered nose brushing against your cheek and then your neck. Your whole body is on alert and the hairs on the back of your neck stand firm. You close your eyes, hoping they can do whatever they need to and make it quick. Blocking it out would be far better than trying to continually stop them, you think. 

But that wouldn’t happen, thankfully. 

It all happens so quickly. They’re lifting a hand to brush your head when they grunt and then take a step back, falling a few feet away. You hear it all and you finally whip your eyes open. 

The gasp that leaves your lips is loud as you register the scene before you. You plant yourself even more against the brick wall as you take in the tall figure. The tall figure that’s donned in a blue spandex like suit with red markings over it. They make a design, but you can’t quite make it out from this angle. 

Eyes widening, your fingertips clutch the brick and you attempt to calm your breathing. 

“What the hell? Who are you?!” The masked man screams, holding their head and attempting to stand up to fight against this person. 

Once the masked man stands at full height, that’s when you realize the difference between the two. The suited man is more than a foot, maybe two, taller than this masked guy and he’s leaning so far into the guy that you can practically see the sweat beads drip down his temples from where you’re standing. 

“If you think you can save the day, you can’t!” The masked man screams just then, attempting to scare the tall suited man. You attempt to inch a little to the right, away from the men. 

“Get lost before I force you to,” the tall figure finally speaks. The voice is low, borderline teasing. As if he’s a predator playing with its prey; giving it a chance to think about running but knowing there really is no way out of their predicament. 

But something else about the voice rings in your ear and it keeps your feet planted. As if the intonation is a spell, keeping you grounded. 

“Fuck off, let me have her. Trying to be a hero? Go find real villains like those petty cops that ruin our city. She’s none of your concern—”

Before he can finish his sentence the suited man reaches his hand out and grabs the masked man’s throat. It almost looks effortless with the way he then raises his arm, lifting the guy by the throat as if he weighs nothing. You widen your eyes at the sight and watch as the masked man starts to fumble his words, clawing his fingers at the suited guy’s wrist. 

The suited guy is silent as he grips the masked man’s throat even tighter and his eyes bulge out of the mask as if they’re going to pop out. 

“You know one thing about me?” The suited man asks, finally turning his head to look at you. Red shapes outline where his eyes would be and they move with the expression he has. Right now they’re narrowed slits on the suit and you wonder how the guy really looks underneath it. 

The masked man can only groan, unable to speak or probably breathe. 

“I might try to be a hero here, but that doesn’t mean I’m like the ones you silly humans watch on your TV,” he starts. He continues to look at you and there’s a sudden chill in the air that comes from the intensity of it. You gulp, waiting for him to finish. 

“I don’t have a ‘no-kill’ rule.” And as if he’s just teasing the man, he laughs and it does something to you. The string of laughs vibrate throughout your body and you’re not sure if you should be afraid of this suited man or not. He is saving you from this encounter, but your mind is in a frenzy trying to decide if you’re next. 

The masked man’s fingers continue to claw at the suited man’s wrist before he loses consciousness. Your breathing is erratic and you’re positive you’ll be next to pass out. 

Within minutes, the suited man lifts his other hand and you can’t believe your eyes as you see something retract out of his finger. A claw. He pulls off the ski mask and you gasp, seeing the face of the man who attempted to rob you and probably do much more. He doesn’t look much younger than you.  

Another life wasted to the corruption and cruelty of this city. 

The suited man doesn’t give you enough time to process it all before he’s slowly dragging his claw up to the man’s chin before pressing into the skin and drawing blood. He continues to run his claw up toward the man’s temple. The gash isn’t big, but it’s deep enough to cause a thin line of red and some blood drops to begin to pour down his face. 

The suited man releases the hold on the masked man’s throat before tossing his body on the ground, like he’s disgusted to be even touching him. He restracts the claw before turning toward you. You hitch your breath, eyes widened, and hands slowly reaching up toward your chest in a pathetic attempt to look defensive. 

But he doesn’t stop walking toward you, he even cocks his head to the side and the red lines for his eyes narrow even more before he’s a couple inches from you. His broad shoulders take up your vision. His bulging muscles underneath the suit doesn’t help with how you’re feeling with the heightened emotions. 

With the height difference you have to crane your head up. It reminds you of someone else that is just as tall. 

Miguel O’Hara. He’s always got you craning your head to look up at him. You blink a few times before this suited man reaches his hand up to grab your chin. It’s not harsh, but quite delicate. Like he’s worried he’d hurt or break you with the simplest touch. 

“W-Who are you?” You finally stumble out in a breathless tone. 

The red lines on his mask contort before he takes a deep breath. “Not important, nena. You’re safe now.”

You glance quickly at the unconscious body a few feet away and swallow the lump in your throat. Eyes averting to the suited man, you can’t help but part your lips. His thumb moves from your chin to your bottom lip. You can’t see his face, but you want to desperately. 

“Thank you,” you breathe. 

“Stay out of trouble, muñeca, or you’ll just have to see more of me,” he whispers so lowly you almost miss it. 

Your heart thumps wildly against your chest and before you can even ask him who he is, why he’s in a suit, and why he’s attempting to be the city’s hero when those kinds of things don’t exist, he’s taking a step back and heading out of the alleyway. You want to chase after him and make him reveal himself, but your feet continue to stay planted on the concrete. 

After a few deep breaths you look at the unconscious body on the ground and you finally take a step forward. Finally, you have the strength to move your feet and you find yourself standing in front of the masked guy. His eyes are shut and the blood is starting to dry on his face from the claw that pierced the skin. 

You look around the alleyway before looking back at the man and lift your foot, taking a deep breath and kicking his side. He’s still slumped and passed out, so you kick him again. And again, and again. 

The anger in you starts to dissipate and it turns into tears as you continue to kick the guy’s midsection. Until your ankle hurts and your toes feel stubbed. Your breathing is harsh and you back up, feeling exhausted at this simple act of defense. 

You pondered the way the suited man said he isn’t like the heroes you watch on TV. Most of the time they only help the damsels and then take the villains to authorities or beat them up. Never kill. Seemed like a notion all heroes abided by.

But not this suited man. He had no rule that stopped him from killing someone. That terrified you, but that also brought an odd sensation of relief to you as well. A protectiveness sensation, if you will. 

Maybe this city could benefit from that kind of hero with how horrible it’s become. 

You hitch your purse higher on your shoulder as you turn on your heel and head out of the alleyway. Your appetite is gone and all you want to do is curl up on your couch and sleep. 

And that’s what you do. But that night you don’t dream of just anything. 

You dream of that suited man. 

And oddly enough, you dream of Miguel O’Hara as well.

[xolliwritez]

Mushi-Madness || BSD Tk Fic

Summary: Mushitarou finds out that his beloved reader is ticklish.

A/N: Hello!! This fic was created after sharing some idea's (and teasing huhu) with my friend's @stopiteatpopcorn and @ticklish-n-stuff go check them out!!

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There on the ground sat you and your lover, Mushitaro. The two of you just recently started dating, but that didn't stop Mushitaro from trying to learn more about you, especially if it mesnt he had to lay hands on you. He was rather affectionate - and of course funny, so the two of you got along rather smoothly.

However, the moment he decided to offer you a massage for your 'hard work'? That's when you wished to have denied his generous offer.

"Darling, you look rather tired as of lately, if I may be so inclined.. perhaps I could offer you a massage?" He said, puppy dog eye's practically begging you not to refuse. And who would dare to refuse such a generous offer from their own lover? Not you, that's who.

"I mean, if you don't mind!" You said with a gentle smile, as the man sitting beside you made a cheshire grin, yet you shrugged it off. As he got you down on his bed, sitting confortably on your lower back, he crackled his knuckles, ready to begin.

And that's how you got into this situation, biting back a smile as his smooth hands gently rubbed up and down your side's, creating smooth circles over your side's, his smile grew into a wide grin as he noticed how you jolted and gasped at his touch.

"Oh? So you're ticklish but you never thought about telling me about this? I thought we were partner's.." *He acted upset, pouting as he then started to purposely tickle you now, nails just barely grazing above your hip's and gliding up and down your side's in a repetitive cycle, keeping you on edge. "C'mon boo, just let it out, I don't want that pretty little face of your's to explode now, hm?~" He whispered into your ear.

You could only whine in response, suppressing the giggly eruption that threatened to spill out your throat, as he laughed in response, now squeezing and prodding at your hips in vigor. "Come on now, don't keep me waiting, you know how much I hate waiting!" He said, now laughing more as you finally crackled, hands attempting to pry him off to no avail, he was simply too strong, not too mention how much tickling drained your own strength.

"Oh what a pretty smile you have, oh, what a nice laugh you have aswell! You know, I'd love to hear more~" He looked at you with lovesick eye's, as he rested his chin again your shoulder, a teasing yet loving smile glued to his face.

With that, you then threw your own head back with gleeful delight, as his once prodding hands made their way towards your tummy, clawing gently at the sensitive flesh as you flailed and spluttered out helpless remarks, making him only laugh at you more.

"Oh my, does that tickle? Oh sorry, I didn't seem to have noticed, silly ol' me!" He chortled, as he kneaded at your stomach, making you stay hysterical. "M-Muhushi! Wahait! Yohour crahazy! G-Gone mad!" You remarked, yelping slightly as he accidentally poked a digit into your belly button, elicting a loud shriek from you.

Mushitaro had stopped, the two of you stared at eachother at a state of shock, before he grinned at you with pure mischief. "Oh boy! I certainly have! Mushi-madness is what I've got, nehehe~ Unfortunately for you, you'll be laughing madness!" He spoke in a teasing tone, making your cheeks flush, before you grinned back. "Y-Yehet I'm not the one who gets fluhustered tickling their own love, hm?~" You teased back, a wide smirk taking over you, giggling as you saw his face tint a gentle shade of red, before you threw your head back once more, with new rage filling him as he dug a single finger in your navel.

"Let's see how long you'll last, hm?" He remarked, leaving you too your ticklish demise, as you began to go breathless, he then stopped, pulling you into his lap and rubbing your back, careful not to tickle you any further.

"Sorry if I went too far, honey." He mumbled, face flushing as he turned his head away, yet you grasped his chin gently and turned it to look into your very own eye's, kissing his forehead, as he almost malfunctioned. "You're so adorable when you mean your apologies, Mushi~" You cooed, making him puff his cheeks as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "Screw you.." He said.

"You think they noticed we were here?" Poe asked, looking as Rampo had recorded the entire scene, ready to send it too Dazai, "Not at all."

[tickling-giggles]

Tickletober Day 4: Games

Pairing: Kenma Kuroo

Can be viewed as Platonic or romantic✨

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“Oh kenma” kuroo entered their apartment singing his name.

No answer

Kenma he called again before searching the apartment for him.

“I said OH KENMAAAAAAAAAA- kenma did you not hear me” he walked into their bedroom seeing him sitting in the bean bag.

“Hmm hey kuroo”

“Kenma what’re so focused on now that you could even give me my greeting hug” Kuroo slightly pouted

“Like and it’s raining hard outside it would be nice to be in a WARM EMBRACE but n—“ kuroo rambled on before kenma cut him off.

“No sure”

“What?”

“Nice, cool color”

“I— YOUR NOT EVEN LISTENING” kuroo chuckled just as his phone started ringing seeing that it was bokuto. “You better be lucky bo called mister HEY BO WASSUPP!”

“Yeah I know” kenma half answered, he glanced to see kuroo on the couch chatting with bokuto.

Just as he looked back at his game it saw it spinning. Uh oh the wifi got turned off. He was trying to figure out why until he remembered when kuroo told him the rain was really bad outside.

“Tch damn the rain just had to mess with the wifi”kuroo groaned a bit as it made him upset a little but it gave him the opportunity to mess with kenma.

“Ohooo kenm-“

“I’m right here” Kenma notified.

“Wohoah you summoned before I can even finish calling your name wow this is new” Kuroo chuckled even though he genuinely was kinda surprised.

“You must be bored Huh?”

“Yeah I guess” Kenma admitted.

“In that case you wanna play a game”.

“If this is some type of stupid thing then no” kenma answered seeing the pattern everytime he’s bored kuroo ends up tricking him into something stupid.

“No it’s not I promise you’ll laugh it’s called duck duck goose” Kuroo smiled .

“Kuroo are you an idiot or are you an idiot you need atleast 4 people minimum to play it basic rules” kenma bluntly asked.

“Ah but here’s a twist you don’t”

“I am not chasing you around the house you know I hate running” Kenma slowly started to whine.

“No one’s chasing no one if you come here and let me show you instead of you criticizing me then you’ll understand” Kuroo dramatically sighed.

Kenma rolled his eyes as he plopped down on the couch next to him “So….”

“No come on the floor with me hold one of your hands like this” Kuroo showed him as kenma copied.

“Now what” kenma impatiently asked still bored, kuroo swiftly pinned both of his arms above his head.

“This is my version of duck duck goose ready?” Kuroo smiled innocently which made kenma even more nervous.

“Um no”

“Too bad Duck Duck duck duck” kuroo started off poking his sides

“Stahap poking mehe this isn’t even aha gahame”

“Goose!” kuroo dug into his armpits.

“AhahaAhahahHaAHA StOhOhohP”

Nope

“Duck duck duck duck”

“Nohoho nonono”

“GOOSE!”

“NAHahahAhahHAHa THIihiIs isn’t Fahahir”

It’s plenty fair you said you were bored I asked if you wanted to play duck duck goose you said yes so now here we are”Kuroo explained that cheeky asshat he was right but still.

“Now stop trying to distract me duck duck duck” kuroo rolled his eyes, he took a long pause after the last duck.

“WAAHAHAit wahhahait” kenma squealed assuming he was gonna yell goose.

“I didn’t even do it yehet” kuroo couldn’t help but giggle.

“Go— duck duck” kuroo tricked him

“Jeheherk”

“You know what kenma, I have had enough of your slick little comments, when I’m being nice and keeping you busy with games” Kuroo jokingly furrowed his brows, before pulling kenma into a different position where both of his hand s have acess to tickle him.

“Thihis isn’t eheven a gahahme stuhuhupid NYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“This is now your consequence of having a slicky ricky mouth” Kuroo taunted.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT”

“Nope”

“IHIHI STAHAHAPED RAHAHAAHINING LOOHOHOHK NOHOHI RAHAHAHIN” kenma pointed out hoping kuroo would let up.

“Oh your right” kuroo looked out the window. “But we’re having so much fun” kuroo teased.

“I DOHOHON’T WANNAHAHAHAT TOHOHO PLAHAHAY THIHIHIS GAMEHEHEHEHE ANEHEHHEMORE”

“Well that’s too bad”

“NAHAHAHAHHA KUROO NOHOHOOOO

“Naha kuroo yeeeess”

“YOHOHOHOHUR BEHEHEHING MEHEHEHAN”

“Good”

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

a holiday prompt!

Peter 1 sneaking one of his gifts early! Peter 3 catches him and tickles him! Then 2 comes home and asks what he did and when 3 tells him he's just like "of course he did"!

idk why i just see peter 1 being the one to sneak gifts early

Peeping Tom

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Yes he does 😆 And I can totally see Three knowing his youngest brother would struggle to wait so he plans ahead 😉 hope you enjoy Anon! Have a great rest of your holidays ❤️)

Peter 1 quietly crawled across the ceiling. He tried to quiet his heart to listen for his older brother. Peter 3 was the only other one home, but he was currently in his room on a phone call. This was the perfect opportunity.

Peter 1 crept closer to the Christmas tree. There was one gift in particular One wanted to see. It was a small gift partially tucked behind the Christmas tree. To everyone else, it looked like a regular box, but One had the sneaking suspicion it held the gift he really wanted. The youngest Peter carefully dropped behind the tree. He just wanted a peek to satisfy his curiosity and then he would still act surprised on Christmas day.

The youngest picked up the box and gave it a shake. It sounded right and it felt right.

The youngest Peter cheered. "Yes!"

One listened once again for Peter 3. It sounded like the older Peter had gone quiet so the youngest had limited time. He tried to hold it up to the light to see if he could catch anything through the paper. Odd, it looked like it was double wrapped. The youngest carefully slid off the wrapping paper, peeked around the tree, and then pulled the paper back.

"Eep!"

A thick substance spilled out onto his hands. The package had been booby trapped! That's why it was wrapped so thickly!

"Oh no!"

"Figured the ink would come in handy."

One jumped and turned.

Three smirked. "For certain little brothers who like to peak."

One dropped the present and jumped up. He tried to reach the ceiling, but a web grabbed his back and pulled him back down. The youngest Peter thumped into Peter 3 then two arms wrapped around him.

"You think I'm gonna let you go after that?" Three lifted his feet off of the ground. "I don't think so."

"Three! Three Ihim sorry!"

Three sat down on the couch. "I thought you would be better than that Pete. Guess I was wrong."

One blushed. "Ihi . . I wahas just excited."

"I know." Three placed a hand on One's tummy. "But the rule is you have to wait till Christmas."

One squeaked and squirmed. "Ihim sohorry."

"Too late. Now face the consequences."

One squealed as Three dug into his stomach. "Nahahaha! Threheheee!"

"This is what you get for trying to be sneaky."

One kicked his legs and squirmed as his laughter turned to louder and more high-pitched. "Ihim sohorryhyhy!"

"Are you sorry peeked? Or sorry you got caught?"

"Uhuhum . . . Uhum . . ."

"Just what I thought." Three slid his hands under One's knees and pulled him across his lap.

"W-wahait!"

Three lifted the youngest up to his face and blew a raspberry into his tummy.

"NAHAHAHA!" One snorted.

"This is what happens when you get on Santa's naughty list."

"Ihi prohomise! Ihim sohorryhy!"

"Ihi know you're sorry you got caught, but you need to face the consequences of your actions."

One then dissolved into a pile of squeaky cackles and snorts as Three alternated between raspberries and kisses all over his tummy. He knew Three was right and that he shouldn't have peeked, but he was really excited about the present he wanted.

Of course, his curiosity died considerably when Three nuzzled into his tummy and made sure his nose rubbed against One's belly button.

"NAHAHAHA!" Another snort. "J-JEHERK!"

"Sahays the ohone trying to ruin ohour suhurprise."

"Ihi *hic* dihidnt sehee ihit yehet! Ihi proho*hic* prohomise!"

"Ahare you going to peek agahain?"

"Ihi swehear! Ihi wohont doho ih*hic*ihit again!"

"You'll wait until Christmas?"

"Y-yehes!"

Three skittered his fingers across One's tummy. "Swear to me."

One squealed. "Ihi swehear! Ihi swehehehear!"

Three stopped his tickles. "I'm going to hold you to that."

Peter 1 curled into his older brother's hold. "Ihi really aham sohorry Threhee. Ihi shouldn't hahave peheeked."

The older Peter rubbed circles into his younger brother's back. "I know you're excited Pete, but if you open them now, you won't have any to open on Christmas day."

The youngest blushed. With the way Three was holding him and the way he was being scolded, he felt exactly 5 years old. He didn't know why that age specifically, but that was how he felt.

"Nohot a kihid," he muttered.

"Yes you are," Three teased, "atleast that's what your actions tell me."

Peter 1 hid in his older brother's shoulder. Three was right, and One hated he was right.

"What's going on in here?" A new voice asked.

Peter 3 held up one of One's hands. "Someone decided to be a peeping Tom with his Christmas gifts."

"Of course he did."

"I'm sorry," One replied.

A hand ruffled his hair. "I'm guessing Three already taught you a lesson."

The youngest Peter squeaked and turtled his shoulders.

"Ihill take that ahas a yes."

Another squeak.

"You've got two more days kid, and then you can tear into them," Three added.

Peter 1 finally came out of hiding. "Fine. I'll try to be more patient."

"Atta boy," Three ruffled his hair this time.

One pushed away. "Not a dog!"

"Not a dog, not a kid, what are you then?" The taller Spiderman teased.

"Spiderman."

"Hmm . . . The name is kind of misleading."

The youngest Peter pouted and playfully pushed his brother. There was no animosity. Peter 1 knew Three was right and he shouldn't have peeked, he would just have to wait a couple more days.

No matter how hard it may be.

[tksavvy]

A Normal Day at The City of Wizards [CRK tickle fic]

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨Plot: Stardust Cookie initiates a small bet with Moonlight Cookie. Spoiler alert, he loses the bet. Also, these two may or may not be ooc, sorry for that--✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨One beautiful day (or night), Moonlight Cookie and Stardust Cookie were sitting down on a couch in the clouds, relaxing, trying away from the world's challenges.

And then one of the siblings, Stardust Cookie, proposed a bet.

"I bet I can't even crack down laughing by your side. Something other than funny videos or jokes. Whoever loses will have to do what the winner wants..."

"Crack down? We're gonna see about that!"

That's when Moonlight Cookie left to look for something. She finally came back with...rather an object. A purple brush...and a...feather duster?!

Uh oh...he knew where this was going.

The younger looked in fear as his boots and transparent black socks were slowly taken off.

"Okay! Whoever manages to not laugh wins!" Moonlight Cookie says, knowing she can handle this for HOURS without breaking a sweat. Her little brother, however, can't. She isn't as sensitive as her little brother is, but there they are.

She grabbed the brush, and made direct eye contact with him, smirking. Stardust Cookie saw the brush she was holding. Her legs were holding down his foot.

He gulped. "...You do realize you're cheating, ri--AHAHAHA! NAHAHO---!!" Stardust Cookie starts squealing, squirming and begging, pleading Moonlight Cookie for mercy as Moonlight Cookie has his left foot pinned down, that exact brush moving alongside it as it twitched.

"MOHOONLIGHT COHOOKIE! PLEHEASE!! YOHOU KNOW--! I'M TOHOHOO--SEHENSITIVE THEHERE!!" he begged, unable to escape this sensation.

"YOU'VE---! YOUHOUVE YEHET TO WIN THIHIS BEHEHET!!" he exclaimed, trying to escape to take his revenge. However, this only makes Moonlight Cookie smirk, and she starts scrubbing the brush a bit faster. Stardust Cookie blushes a deep red and his laughter goes a whole entire octave higher.

"AJSJKADIADF---NOOOOOHOHOOOOOO!!"

"Now do I win, Star?"

"NOHO!! YOHOU AHARE NEVER WINNING THIS BEHEHET!"

"Oh, really lil' bro?" Moonlight Cookie grabs his other foot and the feather duster, and the duster frollics alongside its sides, turning his yelping into complete hysterics.

"MAKE IT END! MAHAKE IT EHEND, MYHY GOHOHODS!!"

"Not until I win~"

She slows down the intensity, only to pick it up at the very last minute, targeting the worst spots.

"EEP! FINE! FIHINE, YOHOU WIHIHIHIN!! JUST--JUHUST STAHAHAHAP THIS---AHAHAHA---!!"

And just after those words, after what felt like an eternity, Moonlight Cookie finally stopped, letting her brother rest at last.

"Ohohoh...dehear gohods...ehehe..."

"Now, do you want to get something so we can sleep?"

"Yes! Goodnight, sister...I'm going to the bed now..."

And so, the next day, Stardust had to buy Moonlight the plush she wanted, a small Kuromi doll. It was a normal day at the City of Wizards indeed. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Bonus! The brush Moonlight Cookie was using:

The feather duster Moonlight Cookie was using:

[yehet-me-up]

Oh Sehun 오세훈 🐣 Overview

Sehun is a South Korean rapper, singer, songwriter, actor, model and dancer. He’s the youngest member, lead dancer, rapper, sub-vocalist, and visual of EXO and sub-group EXO-SC with Chanyeol.

This post is part of an effort to celebrate the accomplishments of EXO over the past 10 years and to provide tangible avenues for supporting these artists in 2022 (when they will likely be leaving SM Ent.) and beyond 🖤

Internationally known for his dancing and rapping, Sehun has been able to show off his unique singing voice on recent albums, especially through EXO-SC. Sehun has not yet released a solo album, but hopefully we’ll get one soon! 🥳 Through a variety of brand endorsements, magazine covers, and designer shows he has also become a face to watch in the world of modeling and fashion. 

He is both a teasing maknae to his older members as well as a kind-hearted, soft-spoken performer who brings warmth and fun to anything he does. Please join me in supporting EXO’s 🐣 Oh Sehun.

🎭 Acting Roles 🎭 

⇢ (2013) Royal Villa sitcom - cameo ⇢ (2018) Dokgo Rewind web drama series - Kang Hyuk ⇢ (2018) Secret Queen Makers web drama series - self ⇢ (2018-present) Busted! tv show - self ⇢ (2021) Now We Are Breaking Up tv series - Hwang Chi Hyung ⇢ (2021) On Rent: House on Wheels variety show - self ⇢ (2022) The Pirates 2: The Last Royal Treasure movie - Han-goong ⇢ (filmed 2016, release date ?) Dear Archimedes - Yan Su ⇢ (filmed 2016, release date ?) Catman - Liang Qu

🏆 Awards 🏆

🕺🏻 Fashion + Brands 🕺🏻 

⇢ In May 2020, Oh became the new brand spokesperson of Dr. Jart+ in China ⇢ In 2017 and 2018, Oh attended Louis Vuitton's fashion shows in Paris. He was announced as the Best Dressed Man in Louis Vuitton's show consecutively for both the years, 2017 and 2018 ⇢ In 2018, Oh became the second South Korean male idol after G-Dragon to be featured on the cover of Vogue Korea for its 22nd anniversary; it became the best-selling issue since the magazine's inception in 1996 ⇢ In 2018 Oh became the ambassador for the Italian luxury fashion house Zegna's clothing line XXX alongside Chinese singer and actor William Chan ⇢ In October 2020 Oh was announced as the new face of Dior Men

🌟 Miscellaneous 🌟

​⇢ "Yo!" music video (remake, Shinhwa) ⇢ Esquire interview  ⇢ Sehun + Kai interview discussing their personalities backstage ⇢ Super Elle interview ⇢ Dior interview ⇢ Instagram Lives masterlist w/subtitles ⇢ Dokgo Rewind interview ⇢ Best vocals compilation ⇢ Individual magazine covers: Dazed Jan 2021 | W Korea Feb 2020 | L'officiel Hommes S/S 2020 | Esquire November 2020 | Rogue Fashion Book issue 4 March 2019 | Madame Figaro March 2019 | Cosmopolitan China April 2019 | Leon Jan 2018 | Vogue Aug 2018 | Arena Homme Oct 2018 |  Vogue Jan 2017 | L’optimum Thailand March 2017 | Super Elle Aug 2017 | Tom Magazine July 2017 | Marie Claire July 2017 | First Look Dec 2017 | Vivi Nov 2016 |

⇢ Follow Sehun on Instagram @ oohsehun 

Thank you for supporting EXO Sehun 😘

And if you want to help spread this post to folks who haven’t experienced the magic of Sehun yet, please reblog this and tell me what your favorite Sehun moments and performances are! ✨

[intrpol]

the love movie scenes seemed so cliche, so why were you smiling at all of them? i’ve changed since this started, and you put up with that too, didn’t you?

just me missing my two bfs /hj

[jageun-ai]

Have y'all seen this photo of Sehun?

I fucking love this twerp 😂😂😂💞💕

Thank you to @chanyeolflix on Instagram for sending me this photo

[cyberexo]

[00:44]

He made it very clear from the start that none of the activities you indulged in together involved any romantic feelings- if that’s what you were looking for, walk away and do not speak of it, the relationship was strictly existing for the prime use of each other’s bodies (more so him using you other than the other way round) right when he was done, Sehun would just get up to clean up himself and leave, not another word exchanged between you. Of course it hurt, being the opposite sex automatically made you more longing and emotional but the way he made you feel was too good to let go of, discarding your want and right to a more humane relationship- it wasn’t worth risking losing him just so he could go find another one to screw without any strings attached. It hurt, but it hurt good- where’s my Sehun @ ?!

[hwangnika-blog]

#19

sehun: im not talking to you guys anymore

suho: what this time?

sehun: when i said yehet nobody responsed. shame guys, shame

[tickling-giggles]

Tickletober Day 5: Magic

A/N: I know this is probably so short but this is like one of the 5 fics I held off on because it was difficult for me to write since Idk much about the characters personalities and I had to research which kinda still didn’t help and during like Mon-Fri I probably won’t post the fic dead at 12 am due to school but I’ll still try to get them in that day ✨

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“Hey Mereoleona” sally called as she walking into her room

“Hm”

“Do you mind if I test something on you really quickly I promise it’s nothing painful” sally asked

“Sure”

“Okay all you need to do is drink this and then I’ll be able to tell if it work or not” Sally explained

“‘Kay”

“What was that it tasted good”Mereoleona took a sip before chugging it.

“It was pineapple-mango anywhooo do you feel anything?”

“No not yehet”

“You giggled! YES ITS WORKING” Sally jumped up on excitement

“Wahahait whaahahat dihid you gihihive mehehe” Mereoleona began giggling

“My magical tickle potion”

“Wehehehell ihihit tihihickles” mereoleona admitted

“That’s good that’s also kinda the point”

“nahahaha whehehen dohoes ihit wehehar oHOAHAHAHAHA IHITGOHOTWOHORSE” Her knees had given up as she dropped to the floor.

“Oh well I kinda didn’t think about that haha whoops” Sally chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck.

“SAHAHAHLLEHEHEHEHEE STOHOHOP IHIHIT”

“I don’t know how to!!” Sally whined

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This is LITERALLY one of my worse drabbles EVER AGHHH I ALSO DONT WANT THE NUMBERS BEING MIXED UP ON MY OAGE SO THAT SLOWS ME DOWN☠️☠️😒

[whataboutthesecondbreakfast]

It's something he can never escape from

[skybluelatte]

Happy Birthday Sehun!!!💙💙💙

[its-md]