#proven to be ticklish

[ticklace]

yes but you see, those who are self-conscious about their belly deserve gentle belly tickles the most 💕

it’s honestly such a struggle when you want gentle belly tickles but you’re so self conscious about your belly ugh 😢

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw thoughts about bottom rdr2 boys ft. arthur kieran and charles

contains amab sub top reader. ftm rdr2 men. no pronouns for reader but male implied. first time writing for these boys but hopefully not the last.

imagine arthur tying your hands together with his lasso and having his way with you; bouncing on your lap in a steady rhythm, one hand on your stomach while the other rests at his side. he looks like a true cowboy, his head tilted back as he takes you to the hilt, groaning and muttering beneath his breath. as he gets nearer, his free hand goes up to his hat, keeping it steady on his head as he rolls his hips into yours. when you both cum he gives you a half-lidded smile and takes his hat, placing it on your head alongside a charming kiss on your lips to top it off.

your slow pace is torture for kieran. he’s on his stomach, your chest pressed against his back as half your cock slides in and out of him. you both know if you go too fast and too deep he won’t be able to keep quiet, but he can’t help himself to move back into you as best as he can, his teeth sinking into his coat sleeve to stop his moans from tumbling out of him. eventually you tire of having to hold back and give kieran the entirety of your cock, not even slowing down to let him catch his breath. 

charles asks you to go hunting with him one day. confused, you find yourself in an empty forest with what seems like no animals at all. when you look over at him you see his face is dark and he bears a familiar glint in his eyes. you’re not surprised when he pushes you against the nearest tree, tilting his head to kiss you. its gentle, yet deep. you can’t find it within yourself to tease him when his hand slips past your belt. a thought crosses your mind about what you’ll tell the others back at camp when they ask why you’ve returned empty-handed, but a kiss to your neck and a grip on your cock has your mind suddenly blank knowing you won’t be thinking about anything else but charles for the next couple of hours. 

you and ftm!arthur hitch your horses for the night, throwing down some bedrolls and deciding to lay low. you roll out one and then the other, feeling an arm slink around your waist. arthur kisses your neck, the ticklish feeling making you softly push him away. he pulls you down with him onto one of the bed rolls by your belt loops, locking you in place between his legs and already he begins to press up against you, using the friction of your clothes to his advantage. you don’t argue, angling your hips to make sure your clothed dick connects perfectly with his pussy, his low groaning telling you all you need to know about how well you’ll sleep tonight.

making your shy, flustered ftm!kieran ride you, letting him go at his own pace. he’s hesitant with every move, not quite sure if what he’s doing is right. his inexperience is proven enough just by how tight he is but he’s uncoordinated, messy with every experimental bounce and sloppy with his hips. he whispers for your assistance, desperation clear in his voice. you place your hands on his waist, guiding his movements just enough for him to learn on his own. ever so slowly he figures it out and soon his clumsy humping turns into a somewhat consistent bouncing. you're so proud of him, drawing circles on his clit with your thumb and rewarding him with an earth-shaking orgasm that keeps him bed-ridden a little too long for dutch’s liking.

ftm!charles is more confident than you expected him to be. you’re closed off in your tent, on top of charles who’s on top of your now untidy bedroll. his legs are wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him so tightly there’s no chance you’ll slip out even with how wet he is. he’s never been loud, whether by choice or by instinct you’re not quite sure, so the only concern you’re ever left with is if the others can hear the sound of your balls slapping against his skin. he always takes you so well, always leaving you to be the one completely breathless afterwards. his pussy always grips your cock with such vigor and robustness, you wonder if he does it on purpose just to see you fall apart.

side note. i can only imagine how many men in this game would use the “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” joke. also man i'm not even into bondage but i want arthur morgan to tie me to a tree so bad

[p0ckykiss]

baby i'm yours - choi yeonjun

summary - yeonjun can't think of not being by your side and you wouldn't have it any other way.

genre - fluff, falling in love, friends to lovers, sharing a room, yeonjun is whipped

"you've been clingy lately. is there something going on that i don't know about?"

yeonjun opts to shake his head, never once letting go of you who's currently squished under the heavy weight of yeonjun's body. yeonjun was left feeling the need to barge into his best friend's room and quite literally tackle you in bed. looking back at it, he figures it's due to the fact that you haven't spent as much time as before, both of you busy with individual schedules and when you did have your free time, you would either be fast asleep or on lenghty calls with your family.

yeonjun isn't upset over that.

this is one of the rare occasions, he thinks. finally getting you alone, all to himself. he missed this.

"you're lucky i already showered." your giggle makes yeonjun shuffle even closer, wrapping his arms around your warm body.

"i would've cuddled you in the shower, too. absolutely no problem."

"i have no doubts about that."

it's been proven to be a real challenge to stay away from you, even for a few minutes. he doesn't like to think of himself as a baby that needs constant attention but it may very well be the case with you and your calming presence. practically glued to your side, he closes his eyes and preens at the way his freshly washed hair is being carded through, long and gentle fingers massaging his scalp from time to time. his whole body goes limp, melting against you when your other hand lays on his broad back and works the stiffness out of his muscles. you lay like that for a while in silence, save for yeonjun's content sighs and your words of appraisal.

"i'm starting to think that you missed me real good."

yeonjun nuzzles his face further in your neck, pulling a breathy laugh from you beneath him at the ticklish movement.

"of course I did." he murmurs against your skin, voice low and affectionate. "didn't you miss me, too, ynie?" one of his hands moves from your waist and slides under your shirt, drawing circles on your skin with his finger. your chuckles turn to full blown laughter and yeonjun's heart soars.

"hey! stop that, it tickles!"

still wriggling and laughing, you try to push yeonjun off the bed. it proves to be a real challenge when he sprawls his body entirely over yours and knocks the breath out of your lungs.

"not until you say it too. do you know how hurt I am? unrequited feelings are no joke, y/n." he fake cries and you slap his back playfully.

"i missed you too, dumbass."

"now can you please move before you kill me?"

yeonjun does as told and settles back beside you, satisfied with himself as your warmth envelopes him again.

"i really mean it, yeonjun. i missed you a lot."

yeonjun can hear the smile in your voice and his heart does a somersault. he knows this feeling all too well.

"i know."

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"that's not fair! i've been playing this game for months, struggling and wasting all my nights to get this far! what about you? you just waltzed in here and swooped every critical fighter like the sly predatory bird you are!"

"how is that my fault? It's about being lucky, and clearly, luck hasn't been on your side but mine!"

"i'm about to swing this controller at you, beomgyu! don't try me, you know I'd do it."

"oh yeah? do it then."

woken up from the commotion downstairs, you sigh heavily and make your way towards the living room, immediately welcomed by two arguing boys. beomgyu and soobin, having another quarell over video games, while the rest of your roommates watch with either amusement or exasperation. your eyes scan the area until they eventually seize yeonjun's figure in the kitchen, having a glass of water. on your way to the kitchen you pass by an exhausted taehyun who pats your shoulder and moves to break the two rascals apart. you can only laugh at his poor attempts to get beomgyu off soobin's back.

pulling your gaze away from the guys, you return to staring at the object of your affection. yeonjun seems to be spacing out again, that hilarious blank expression making you shake your head in amusement. his hair sticks out in all directions and the urge to run your fingers through it is strong enough to make you do just that. approaching him silently as to not spook him, you settle behind him and caress his soft hair, making him look at least a bit presentable. yeonjun leans against you by instinct and nuzzles his head in the soft hoodie of his best friend.

"morning, sleepyhead. spacing out again?"

yeonjun sets the empty glass on the counter and turns around to circle his arms around your middle. almost falling off his chair, yeonjun looks extremely comical and you move just a bit forward to accomodate him.

"morning.." he mumbles. "the roommates woke me up."

"yeah, me too. was hoping on sleeping in for at least a few more hours."

"well, plans ruined."

"we can do something else today though. what do you say about shopping?"

the simple offer has yeonjun bouncing on his feet and all ready to go despite it being only morning. the excitement is infectious, you can feel it seep through your skin and gradually, a fond smile takes over your features.

"i'm suddenly not sleepy anymore. let's have breakfast and go."

"ramen?"

"ramen."

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"how about this one?"

yeonjun points at a somewhat simple yet fancy silver bracelet that has an infinity symbol carved on it in the color black. he thinks it looks nice enough to show it to you so he beckons you over with a smile.

you've been shopping for clothes for approximately two hours, scanning rows and rows of clothes ranging from casual to something more expensive. both of your wardrobes needed a refresh and so it wasn't a problem of spending too much or buying too many articles. you both share a common interest for fashion, things went smoothly but there's something missing. accessories. matching ones at that.

you peek over your shoulder with great interest, eyes practically glowing at the sight of the stylish bracelet and matching necklace.

"it's cool and all but.." you snicker. "look at the price tag, yeonjun. it's crazy."

"do you like it?"

you start twirling your hair, something you do when you're embarrassed. "i mean, yeah, who wouldn't? it's totally my style. but we can't waste so much money on this. we'll go broke in no time." you laugh, pat yeonjun's shoulder and move towards the exit of the shop, seemingly ready to return to your shared apartment.

yeonjun can't possibly go home without buying the matching set and so he approaches the cashier.

"uhm, hello. may i purchase these?"

the lady looks up at him with a knowing smile. "is it a present for the person who's waiting outside?"

he can feel his face heat up at the implication of her words. "something like that. y/n really likes the bracelet."

"is that so? i happened to hear your conversation earlier." she leans closer to whisper. "we don't normally do this thing but i can make an exception for you two and sell these to you at a lower price."

"are you sure? i wouldn't want you to get in trouble-"

"it's no problem."

she's still all smiles and sunshine as she wraps up the accessories and gives them to yeonjun. he tucks them safely in his bag and thanks her a million times before finally leaving the shop and joining you. you look up at him dubiously, eyeing the bags in his hands.

"what took you so long?"

"i was..looking around some more."

"really?"

you start walking back home and the nervousness of carrying your present is enough to make his legs go limp. what will be your reaction upon seeing that he bought the matching set after all? you couldn't possibly be mad, right? he sure hopes so.

"yeah, really."

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freshly out of the shower, yeonjun lays in the comfort of his bed and fiddles with the bag that shelters what he just bought for you. you are still showering, he can hear the water running and the groovy tune of a song that he's been listening to lately. your voice sounds a bit muffled yet yeonjun can discern a few words here and there and the more he listens, the more his nerves subside and he finds himself spacing out a second time that day. surely nothing can go wrong, he tells himself. he'll confidently reveal the gift, place the bracelet around your wrist then wear his own necklace and call it a day.

you've always talked about wearing something memorable for the both of you and this is the perfect time for it.

he doesn't know how much time has passed but it must've been a while because in front of him stand you, hair already dry, skin flushed from the steam in the shower, comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt already on. with a quick shake of his head, yeonjun smiles at the confused look you give him.

"seriously, what's up with you? you've been spacing out again." you point out, seemingly amused. "and why are you gripping that bag?"

"close your eyes?"

"what did you do this time, yeonjun?"

"please just close them. you'll find out."

as soon as you do as told, his hands fumble with the fancy bag and pull out the small box that holds both the bracelet and necklace, a sappy smile already on his face. he's buzzing with excitement at the prospect of him and you growing even closer.

"it's been two minutes. can I open them already?" your right leg is shaking, anxiety bubbling beneath your skin.

"oh, sorry. open them."

you take a while to adjust to whatever you're seeing in yeonjun's hand. you see the small, sophisticated box along with what's in it and you freeze. the bracelet you just saw at the shop earlier today. and a matching necklace. your palms start to sweat and your heartbeat picks up speed at the gesture. silly yeonjun can't resist buying things that you like, no matter what anyone else says. you should've known better. yeonjun is incredibily stubborn when he wants to be. you look up at him and searches his eyes, all full of adoration, pride and excitement. your heart swells, barely concealing the smile that only seems to grow wider when yeonjun fiddles with his fingers and waits for a reaction.

"you said you liked it and i..bought it. even though you said i shouldn't. i couldn't help it. if you don't want it i can return it-"

"you're a real piece of work, you know that?" you let out a breathy laugh and shuffle closer to yeonjun's flushed face, scanning each and every detail of it, engraving it in your mind. no one else has ever gone to such lenghts to make you happy. "you never listen to me, do you?"

yeonjun gulps when your fingers caress the side of his face, falls into a deep trance the more he looks into your eyes.

"i wanted to make you happy." he murmurs, closing his eyes as soon as your lips touch his forehead.

"i am happy just being here with you. material things don't have the same effect you have on me, you know? sure, they do look nice, but they could never replace you." he lets himself be pulled into your arms. "i can appreciate the meaning behind your gift though. never took you for the romantic type."

yeonjun chuckles and traces a finger across your wrist. the bracelet is carefully being clasped around it and it suits you so well that he mentally pats himself on the back.

"i can be anything you want, y/n."

your heartbeat picks up speed at the implication, hands shaking as you place the silver necklace around yeonjun's neck. pretty, you think.

"anything? are you sure?" a teasing lilt accompanies your voice. you push forward, testing the waters between you. yeonjun doesn't step back.

"when have I ever been unsure?"

"what if I want you to be my boyfriend?"

yeonjun's breath stutters in his chest, alarms ringing in his head as he pulls just slightly away to come face to face with your pretty face. though unexpected, he's not entirely surprised. the tension has always been there somewhere around you. a bit too close to be just best friends, ever since the beginning.

"i'd gladly be."

your lips form a teasing smile, all inviting and soft. yeonjun glances down then back up, a silent hint. you take it, of course you do. shuffling even closer, yeonjun is once again reminded of how enamored he is, of how much he'd do for you.

"is that so? prove it."

yeonjun does just that. he immediately closes the small gap between you and seizes your lips in a searing kiss, stealing all your breath away. your hands find each other, intertwining and holding tight, lips chasing each other with the fervor of feelings being hidden all these years. intoxicating, yeonjun quickly realizes. you use the advantage of your better position to push even closer to yeonjun, running fingers through his hair as your lips part and gasps for air fill the silence in the room. neither of you move an inch away, simply staring in each other's eyes, bracelet and necklace somewhat glowing under the soft lights.

"so? are you mine yet?" yeonjun's teeth comes into view with how wide he's smiling and you are forced to squash the urge to hug him so tight that your bodies morph into one.

thinking back on it, you figure you've always been each other's. a silent agreement. despite voicing it out just now, you have always known.

"i think i've been yours since the first time i saw you."

"augh, that was a bit too much."

"shut it, yeonjun."

this is just another step into their journey. nothing will change between you and you are sure you'll only grow closer as time passes.

[gtgbabie0]

✧gorgeous distraction✧

{James trying his best to study while you distract him}

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“Knock it off” James tries so hard to be serious meekly pushing your shoulder, you watch with a teasing smirk as the crease between his brows wobbles and a small chuckle escapes his supple lips, that he tries so hard to press into a thin line to show how ‘unimpressed’ he his, and he hates to admit it but you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

James could never truly be mad at you, you’re his everything and he tells you so about ten thousand times a day, so he doesn’t mind much when you press ticklish kisses against his jaw and to that sensitive part just behind his ear, while he’s trying to study, his books splayed across your bed and he pretends to more interested in them than you.

He always gets this fleeting feeling in his chest whenever he’s around you and it flutters to his stomach leaving him all giddy inside, you drive him mad in the best way possible.

Especially when your gentle fingers play with the curly ends of his hair that sit against his neck, the way your cold knuckles graze against his warm skin, he thinks he just might end up going insane.

You giggle watching as he not so sneakily glances at you, a small smile dances on his lips, and you know he can’t keep his composure for long, “James… James, give me attention” you whisper in his ear as you continue press kisses along his jaw while your gentle fingers still twirl through his hair, with the hope that he might just put away the scattered books and paper tonight.

He wants to be stubborn, he wants to regain some kind of control over himself when it comes to you, but how can he? When you smell like home and your comforting warmth is radiating from you inviting him like a Sirens melody.

"I'll kick you out" he threatens, as you blow cold air against his ear with a giggle, while he scribbles notes down on some paper.

"It's my room, love" you remind him, your head resting against his shoulder

"That won't stop me from locking you out, Love" he smiles as you let out a huff and he thinks he's finally won, that you might have gotten bored, but he's proven otherwise.

Your hands playfully tug at the hem of his sweater nimble fingers dipping under the soft weaved fabric as they gently traverse his lower abdomen, and you feel his muscles tense under your teasing touch as he lets out a breathy giggle that borders on a gasp and you relish in the soft sound.

“Oh!— alright, enough you win, you win” he smiles picking up the old tattered books on transfiguration and chucking them carelessly, you gasp watching them skid across the old wooden floor.

“What did the poor books do to you?” You giggle as he scoffs at you, his hands pull you into his lap and your heart feels so full and loved as his gentle fingers trace mindless patterns on the top of your thighs, and you lean to press a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

his hands settle against your hips, "If I fail I'm blaming you" he says, chuckling as you feign offense with an overdramatic shocked expression.

“Not my fault you're so pretty James” you whisper, hands cupping his warm cheeks, and pride blooms in your chest at the redness that tints his cheeks, "Just completely and utterly irresistible"

He’s a blushing mess and uncontrollable toothy grin splays across his face, his lips wobble as he tries to stop it, and it makes you giggle, “Well... I got nothing on you Angel” he admits with a wink and you roll your eyes at his comment leaning down to capture his soft red lips in a loving kiss that leaves him breathless, and he never wants to let you go.

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☾⋆AN// *BOOM* I wrote this instead of my essay, hope you enjoyed lovelies! <3 {{requests are open!}}

[abbyromanoff]

Can I please request intersex Maria Hill x shield agent!reader. Reader is like EXTREMELY pretty like goddess level pretty and practically everybody’s in love with/attracted to her. And she met Maria at one of Tony’s parties? Thanks in advance

HALLOWEEN NIGHT

PAIRINGS: kidnapper!Maria Hill x Barton!reader

WORD COUNT: 2747

WARNINGS: dark fic, Maria has a dick, kidnapping, R sleeping with Wanda and Nat, flirting, jealousy, pretty rushed ending tbh, smut, thigh fucking, belly bulges, daddy (M), breeding kink, virginity loss, parties, kinda fem!R but no pronouns are used, drugging, needles, age gap (legal), restraints, gags, cumming on R, petnames, Maria honestly can’t last long at all, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your foot tapped gently with the beat of the music, your drink in hand as you took occasional sips. You hummed at the taste, oblivious to the watching eyes surrounding you, Maria being one of them.

All throughout the night you’ve had people coming up to you, trying to find any excuse to talk to you or look at you up close. To them, it was like a fallen angel had walked through the doors and greeted them with your presence, you were that angel. Maria couldn’t help but agree with them, but it didn’t mean she liked it. She thought, no, she knew you belonged to her, she just wished you knew it too.

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my oldest, Y/N,” Clint spoke with a grin, allowing the spotlight to land on you as you shyly waved. Maria’s breath was practically shot out of her, her heart thumping quicker than ever.

“It’s lovely to meet you, dear.” Wanda shook your hand and gave you a small grin as she looked you up and down. Nat did the same as Wanda, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm before smirking. She sent the witch a knowing look and returned to her seat, patting the spot between the two, signaling for you to sit.

“And how come I’ve never met this one, huh, Clint?” He rolled his eyes at her antics, well aware of the thoughts hidden beneath layers of their head.

“They just moved back home after college, they’re a psych major.” They all nodded as your father boasted about you, Maria remained silent. She was eyeing you, but you didn’t look much into it. You feared she was doing so because she didn’t like you or was trying to profile you, but that was proven to be wrong the moment her voice came to surface.

“I’m Maria,” The sweetness shocked you, but you appreciated her willingness to let another into the bubble the team seemed to form.

“Hey, Maria, it’s nice to meet you.” You calmly retorted, giggling as you felt Nat’s fingers brushing over your soft skin. Your inner thigh was just barely showing under your dress, and they both used that to their advantage, most had throughout the night.

“You ticklish, dove?” You bit your lip to stop yourself, and Maria internally groaned at the sight. She wanted to tear that lip from beneath your teeth and bite it as she let her tongue explore your mouth.

“Just a little bit.” She chuckled, images flashing through her mind of you beneath her, biting that lip as you came around her fingers.

“Would you like a drink, Y/N?” The agent's voice boomed, bringing you out of your trance as you forced yourself to look around, noticing your father was no longer nearby. You didn’t expect him to watch you the whole night, but you didn’t expect him to leave and strike up conversations with others so quickly.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumbled, your nerves rising under her gaze. She gave a short nod before walking towards the bar, her eyes occasionally glancing your way.

“So, what do you say about coming with us? If you’d like to dance, we’d love to join you.” Wanda suggested, brushing her shoulder against yours with a knowing grin. Her hot breath fanned against you, leaving goosebumps to trail your skin.

“Oh, a-alright.” You didn’t expect so much attention, but you were happy they seemed to enjoy you.

“Good choice, dove. It’s alright if I call you that, right?” The blush on your face was all the answer she needed, but she still awaited your worded response.

“Yeah, I think it’s kind of cute, actually.” The two led you to the floor, Nat placing her hand on your bottom while Wanda’s grazed up against your lower back. She stood behind you, letting her body grind against yours while Nat stayed in your view. She smirked as your lips parted when feeling Wanda’s breasts pressing into you.

“Can we kiss you, dove?” You didn’t get to speak as Nat instantly pressed her lip into yours, Wanda’s landing on the soul of your neck as a moan threatened to leave you. Your hips involuntarily went with the witch's movements, resulting in a deep groan from the redhead.

“Fuck, such a good girl.” You gave in to their shared compliments, basking in the warmth they offered you. You forgot about the offered drink from earlier, causing Maria to scowl with displeasure when seeing where you stood. She didn’t understand why she felt so predatory over you, she just met you, after all, but there was something about you she had never seen before. Not only did your beauty outshine the room, but your heart was filled with a pureness she’d never expect someone your age to have. You were a college graduate, most students would be fucking their brains up with alcohol and drugs while they slept with anyone who offered themselves, but you were different.

“Why don’t we ditch this party, yeah? I can think of a few things we could do instead.” You gulped, suddenly aware of the proximity you lacked between the two.

“Oh, I- I don’t know.”

“C’mon, dove, it’s not like we’d ever hurt you. If you want to stay here like this then that’s more than fine, but we’d love to make you feel as good as you deserve.” Wanda snaked her hand over your front, placing it undeniably close to your breasts. You gasped, licking over your lips before sharing glances between the two.

“I’ve never, you know.” Her eyes widened slightly, but it was enough to cause your brain to spiral. You hoped she didn’t think wrongly of you now, especially not when you got so far with the two. You weren’t a kid anymore, you hoped she didn’t see you as such now.

“Mm, that’s alright, we’re not here to judge you, dove.” It was made clear they still wanted to continue, and you took that as the okay to move forward.

“Please take me upstairs, I want you both so bad.”

You woke up with a small headache as the sun blared through the windows, reminding you where you were. The two women were still sleeping next to you, their peaceful snores making you grin. You didn’t know what to do going forward, you just lost your virginity to two strangers at a party. Sure, they knew your father, but that only made it worse.

“Fuck,” You groaned out, trying your best not to wake both Wanda and Nat as you scooted out of the comfortable bed. You wished you could go back to bed, but you weren’t sure if they even wanted to see you in the morning. You gathered your small pile of clothes on the floor and loosely tossed them on before exiting quietly.

“Good morning, Y/N.” You jumped, turning to the voice and spotting a tired Maria with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Jesus, you scared the fuck out of me!” You chuckled. “What, uhm, what are you doing up so early?” You leaned against the wall, brushing the strands of hair out of your face and remaining in a neutral stance.

“I could ask you the same, couldn’t I?” Her calmness sent shivers down your spine, but you didn’t know why.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” You noticed her jaw clench and her nostrils flare slightly, making you fear that you spoke wrong.

“Would you like some coffee? I think you’ll be needing the energy after last night.” Your cheeks brightened, a snort coming from your end as you followed her into the kitchen. The place was so large, you didn’t know how anyone got around.

“I suggest you change your clothes.”

“Oh, I didn’t bring a spare, I kind of expected to be going home after last night.” You wondered if your dad went back home without you or stayed, but you were kind of hoping he headed back so you wouldn’t be stuck with his questions on the ride home.

“You can pick some from my room, I don’t mind.” You felt bad for accepting the offer, until you realized it was that or walking around in high heels and a dress the rest of the day. You found her room with the help of a small direction from her and Jarvis, rummaging through her dresser the moment you found it. You took a minute to glance around her room, the soft yet blank aroma causing your curiosity to grow. You had the clothes in hand, but you wanted to see more. Maria gave off such a tough, cold exterior, you wanted to know what was behind that.

Her bedsheets were perfectly set, not a wrinkle in sight. Her pillows were perfectly aligned and her bedside tables were close to empty, only sporting a lamp on one and a book on the other. There wasn’t even an alarm clock, how did she wake up so early? Maybe it was nightmares, but there was no way she could remain so relaxed and calm if she experienced such on a daily.

You felt the urge to go to the bathroom settling in and assumed she wouldn’t mind you using hers, seeing as she was allowing you to borrow her clothes. What you didn’t expect to see was a knife in the sink, hints of red still covering it. You gasped, only to feel a body behind yours and a hand coming to your mouth.

“You shouldn’t have gone in here, pretty girl.” You tried screaming beneath the coverage but only managed to release a weak whimper as your eyes started growing heavier. You looked down, noticing a needle drawing out of your waist before you fell limp in her hold, unable to fight her off like your thoughts screamed at you to do.

“Perfect, you’re awake.” Came the same voice from earlier, leading you to look around and take in the surroundings. You laid on a bed, it wasn’t as comfy as Nat and Wanda’s but it wasn’t as bad as the one you spent your college years on. Your mouth was still covered by a gag, your legs and hands tied as you tried to wiggle away from her. She stood in your sight now, her shirt gone as her abs shined under the dim lighting. Her left side was patched up, and you were able to get a closer look as she climbed on top of you. Her hands came to your chin, bringing your eyes in line with hers while she smirked.

“I’m going to remove this now, but if you scream, cry, yell, anything, I won’t hesitate to cut your fucking tongue out, got it?” She all but growled, causing tears to rim your eyelids. You nodded nonetheless, taking multiple deep breaths when she did as promised.

“How’d you get that?” You asked after moments of silence, your voice so silent it was practically a whisper.

“Don’t worry about it, alright? All I want you to do is sit there and look perfect for me, you don’t need to think.” You complied, your eyes fluttering as her camera’s flash shocked you. She let the polaroids dry before taking a few more, smiling as she admired each one. She licked her lips, cupping her semi-hard cock with a groan.

“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I need you.” She unbuttoned her pants slowly while stalking towards you, lowering her undergarments before stroking her length, chuckling darkly as you shuttered, your thighs instinctively clenching.

“Don’t move a single fucking muscle, I want to see how wet and needy you get for me.” You bit your lip, a desperate attempt to calm your nerves that rose.

“Are- are you going to put that in me?” You eyed her crotch, taking in every vein that pulsed.

“Mhm, and you’re going to take every last inch, Princess.” Your legs were lifted into the air, the rope forcing them to stay bound together as she put them over her shoulder. A slap came to your ass, causing your body to jolt as you cried out.

“God, I love it when you cry.” A moan found its way past her lips when her length came in contact with your plush thighs, her tip sneaking past the skin as you spotted the pre-cum drooling onto your waist.

“Fuck, please, Daddy!” You regretted the words the moment they left your lips, but your desire seemed to overpower you. She stilled, and you could hear every breath she panted.

“My beautiful baby, my angel…no one else gets to see you like this, yeah? Only me? Mhm, good. Let’s see what other pretty sounds you can make, Princess.” She looked back on the night before, the sight of Nat kissing your sweet lips while Wanda marked your neck only fueling her anger. Seeing them lead you to their room made her want to do things she could never repeat, but now that she had you in her hold, you were safe from everything and everyone else, she convinced herself. It wasn’t your fault you were so lustful, anyone who saw you instantly fell to their knees, begging to even hear your voice. But no one got to see you the way she did, and she’d make sure the two Avengers never got to see you again.

“I’m so close, can’t wait to paint your body with my fucking cum.” Spurts of hot liquid shot onto you, Maria’s head being thrown back while you took in the sight. She had never cum so quickly, whatever you were doing to her was something she couldn’t control, and she wasn’t displeased.

You felt the restraints around your legs loosen before they fell onto the bed, Maria instantly grasping onto them and putting one on either side of her body. She rubbed her cock against your folds, lips parting as your hips thrusted with each movement. Your clit throbbed in delight before she allowed her length to tease the bud, relishing in your sounds of pleasure that were meant only for her.

“Eyes on me,” She demanded when seeing your eyes fall shut, a gulp of fear traveling through your throat. “No, I don’t care if you’re scared, you’ll keep those eyes on me, got that? I want to see the very second I break you, my sweet doll.” She stroked your cheek, her gaze stuck on your cunt that slowly accepted her tip.

“Ah- it’s so much, Daddy! I- I don’t think I can take all- all of it.” You sniffled, hands struggling against the restraints as you tried to play with your pleading nipples that hardened in the cold.

“I want to see how much you can take, impress me, Princess.” You mewled out pleas. “I don’t care if it hurts, you’re here to please me, I could care less if you get off or not.” She pressed her palm against the bulge on your stomach, your sounds bringing shots of heat to her body. She could feel her coil's tightness returning, bringing a small gasp from her end.

“Oh- fuck! I- I’m close again, baby, I’m gonna cum inside you so fucking much!” Her thrusts became animalistic, her grunts causing your brain to fog. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mind going hazy as drool threatened to dribble onto your chin. She was now completely inside of you, causing clapping sounds to elicit throughout the room with each moving of her hips.

“You wanna carry Daddy’s babies, sweetheart? Yeah, you want me to knock you up?” You nodded, unable to comprehend the words she spoke.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m cumming! Mhm, take all of it! Going to get this greedy little cunt filled to the brim with my fucking cum.” Her lips found your neck in a hurry, desperate to replace your previous marks with ones of her own. You felt spurts of her seed shooting into you, her thrusts becoming slower and sloppier the longer she stalled inside of you. Your warm walls were clenching onto her, gripping for dear life in ways no one has. No one has brought as deep of pleasure as you have, proving her point as to you being the best target she could equip.

“I’m never letting you go, baby, you’re mine now.” But the truth was, you didn’t mind.

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Shopping - ARTMS Jinsoul

"Hey there." Jinsol's voice floats into your ears as you wake up from your nap on the sofa.

"Oh, you're back. How was shopping with Yerim and Jungeun?"

"Good." Jinsol drawls in that airy tone of hers. "We got a lot of new stuff."

"Did you get your Air Force One sneakers?"

"Mmhmm, we got the last pairs!"

"That's great, anything for me?" You joke, getting into a sitting position and stretching with a satisfied sigh—it was a good nap! You smell the faint scent of Jinsol's shampoo as she leans over the sofa and wraps her arms around you.

"You got meeeeee~" She peppers you with kisses.

"I know I know. Do you need any help with the bags?"

"No no, I have it all sorted out." Jinsol gives you one last peck before leaving you to sink back into the sofa. You're back to lying on the sofa and scrolling through your phone before you hear Jinsol call out.

"Oppa, can you come over here?"

"Coming!" You push off the sofa and go to the bedroom, and you're glad you left your phone in the living room, because you would have dropped it. Jinsol's wearing the tiniest little black dress.

"I got this for you, thought you might like to see it." She poses, bringing her hands behind her back, and you see just how tightly the night-shaded fabric hugs her figure. The thin straps contrasts her skin perfectly before it slightly stretches around her chest. It tapers back down her toned tummy, flares around her hips, and ends shortly after, perfectly not hiding her thighs. Dorky as she normally is, Jeong Jinsol can be downright lethal. "How is it?"

"Umm, umm, ummm..." Your mouth is dry as she walks towards you alluringly. "G-Good?" you croak your answer in the form of a question. Jinsol takes your hand and brings to her shoulder—almost naturally you slip it underneath her strap.

"Do you want to try taking it off me?" She reverts to her teasing playful tone, and you look to play in a different sense. You wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close—Jinsol dangles her hands off your neck, but she curves backwards against your arm, keeping just a little distance yet.

"Jeong Jinsol, what are you doing?" you ask her rhetorically, your hand already sliding a strap off her.

"Jindori wants to play~" She squishes your face between her hands, but actually she's pulling herself to you for a kiss. The two of you are laughing and kissing at the same time, easily bouncing on to the bed. As she slips her arm through one side you are removing the strap from her other shoulder.

"You got this while thinking of me?" You whisper, sucking on her earlobe before leaving a mark on her neck. "Naughty girl."

"Ah! It was right there, just hanging in the shop. It looked so small, yet it fit me! I wondered how it would look hanging in our wardrobe, in which case... What would I be wearing then?"

"Nothing," your voice escapes you as a growl, and as you pull the dress off Jinsol you are proven right—she was wearing nothing underneath. "Really?" Jinsol smiles and takes off your t-shirt before removing your shorts, and soon you are just as naked as she is. You kiss and moan into her ear as she runs a nude leg up and down yours, lightly wrapping around your hip.

"I also got some lingerie from Victoria's Secret, but that's for next time. It's very revealing." She tickles your ear with a kiss. "And it was on sale too."

"God I love you." You give her a peck before kissing down her delectable neck, taking extra time on the spots you know she likes—you were going to treat her extra nicely.

"Ah haha it tickles, mmm!" Light kisses on her breasts go from ticklish to pleasurable quickly as you palm and squeeze them at the same time. The low husky breath she releases when you take a nipple into your mouth is heavenly, and you play with it a bit more before moving down. Jinsol's tummy twitches as you plant kisses down her midriff—ticklish at first, they quickly become pleasurable as you inch closer to the apex between her thighs. Slowly you spread her blooming lips with your tongue, licking one side and then the other. Soft husky moans escape her, her body heat increasing by the moment—you feel it all too well as her thighs close around you, long legs crossing around the back of your neck.

Your tongue coaxes her nub out, shortly followed by her juices on the flat of your tongue. Jinsol's moans come in hitches and gasps, as if trying to keep up with you. You watch her fall back on the bed, her hands finding yours on her hips—it is another gauge for you to use, to figure out how good she's feeling. As far as you can tell, she's feeling pretty good, her nails digging into the back of your hand and her heels doing the same on your back. She humps herself slightly on your lips, so you delve into Jinsol just a little more.

"Ah ah oppa, gonna— mmph!" She muffles herself on the pillow as you instantly switch to her clit, kissing and sucking on it. The jolt of pleasure throws her off and over the edge, a low moan followed by delicate breaths as her thighs tremble around you. Her groans' loudness match the intensity you apply on her nub, and slowly they soften into satisfied mewls.

"Thanks oppa—"

"I'm not done." Reluctantly your hands push her thighs to the sides—you wouldn't be trapped between them anymore, but it did give you a better angle to tonguefuck her. Jinsol bites her lower lip, your tongue twisting and thrusting inside her a prelude to what would happen later. She sighs and gives in, sinking into the bed as she reaches for her own breasts, titillating herself a little more with kneads and squeezes. You eat Jinsol eagerly, tonguing her just deep enough that she tries to push herself further on you. When you think she's had enough teasing you replace your tongue with your fingers, feeding her something more substantial.

"Oh, oh mmm!" You rotate your fingers in her and Jinsol rotates with them, twisting her hips into the bed. She spreads her legs just a little more, urging you to go deeper—you curl your fingers inside her, and now she's letting out small whines. You try to keep your lips attached to her, but her wild movements make it hard, so you settle for kissing her thighs where you could, sucking her skin and leaving marks all over the insides of her thighs—she'll have to wear a longer skirt tomorrow. Her hips begin to jerk in rhythm with with your fingers, and you keep them plugged, allowing Jinsol to hump your hand, grinding her clit on your palm. With a loud husky moan she comes undone swiftly, bucking herself, trying to throw your overstimulating hand off to no avail. You keep your hand pressed firmly between her legs until she whines and slaps the bed in delicious agony—the pressure is released, and Jinsol sighs and goes limp on the bed, her pussy weakly clinging to your fingers as you remove them.

"Good?" you ask her, laying next to her.

"Mm very good, give me a moment." Lazily she reaches down your body, rubbing your erection slowly, almost massaging your cock to warm it up. At first her smile is sweet—Jinsol is glowing as the chemicals of orgasm run through her brain, but eventually the smile turns naughtier and cheekier as she strokes you, lips curling at your breaths and gasps. "I want to be on top."

"Sure." You roll to her side and lay down, ready for her to mount you, but surprisingly Jinsol turns around, giving you the best view of her ass rather than her pretty face as she backs herself up a little and sits on your hips. You can't see what she's doing, but you certainly feel her wrap two hands around you, pressing your shaft against her slick folds.

"Mmm, mm..." You hear yourself moan as your tip pushes her open, and Jinsol sinks down on your cock, each inch disappearing at a slow rate until you're fully sheathed inside her.

"Good oppa?" Jinsol emphasizes the question with a squeeze of her muscles.

"Yeah, you feel so good." She giggles before fixing you with a deadly gaze.

"I hope you can hold on then." You are mesmerized as Jinsol begins to move, half bouncing, half twerking herself on to top of you, up and down and back and forth. Her cheeks jiggled only lightly at first, but soon they intensified as the clash of flesh on flesh became louder, as did your moans. Soon her thighs were flexing too, trying to throw herself on your cock harder, to throw herself off the precipice faster.

More, more, more! That is the only thought going through Jinsol's head, but try as she might she can't quite get there—gravity can only do so much for her. She begins to feel the burn, her legs complaining—it's one thing to squat and flex on stage, it's another to repeat it thoroughly, all while filling herself with cock. Her riding slows down, her slams reducing to bounces and grinds. Her hands brace on your legs, and you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her backwards.

"I can take over."

"Are you close?" Jinsol turns to kiss your jaw, asking you in her slow sexy pace. She spreads her legs further, and squirms a little, sinking deeper on to your cock. You hold her more tightly, one hand on her breast, the other on her midriff to keeping her steady.

"Yeah, very." She takes your hand and slides it down her body, and her voice is low and needy, her hand pressing yours into her skin, just below her cute bellybutton.

"Make me cum with you, I want to cum together..." Jinsol buries her face in the crook of your neck, and her moans vibrate in time with your rhythm. She's even tighter around you as you press her hips to yours, but she's just as wet as she is tight, and you slide in and out of her easily. Your hand drifts down a little lower, finding her clit and rubbing it, and Jinsol begins to contract around you, squealing and whining at the odd circles you rub around it.

"C-Cum for me oppa, ahh! I'm going to cum!" Jinsol can barely hear the sound of your bodies coming together once more, her senses filled with your loud moans and her own vocals. You're thrusting up into her wildly now, and with a rough rub on her clit and a solid thump at her womb she cries out and arches her back. It is an intense orgasm, and it burns through her pleasure quickly, her mind floating back to reality even as you are still moaning in her ear. It allows her to discern one thing—the gooey liquid that's spurting and gathering in her.

"Oh! I can feel you cumming in me!" she gasps, but no one's there to hear it as you're still tense and rigid, going through your own climax and continuing to fire your load in her. Jinsol trembles in primal glee, gripping the sheets as the heat grows in her. She's limp, powerless on top of you as you continue to rut and grind.

"It's so much!" she moans and giggles, and all she can hear is your heavy breaths, your heartbeat pounding against her back. Her eyes roll slightly in her head as she is introduced to a new sensation. "Oh fuck, you're leaking out of me..." Your thick seed leaking out the sides tickle her sensitive skin, and if there was a mirror opposite the two of you it would show Jinsol in an utterly lewd position—her thighs open wantonly, marked with your kisses earlier; cum leaks from her thoroughly creampied hole, now flowing freely as you soften and slip out. You tighten your grip around her waist possessively, two lovers finally satisfied.

"Good?"

"Yeah, you came so much." Jinsol whispers as she feels herself leak with a finger. "You must have liked my black dress."

"Mm, I guess so." Jinsol turns around and the two of you kiss and cuddle in bed, your load slowly leaking on to her thighs and the sheets, but neither of you cared.

"Shower?"

"Sure, oh I should wear that lingerie I bought after!"

"Please no, maybe next time."

"Okay! Next time you can fill me up like this again! Carry me! Jindori can't walk because you went too hard on me!" You sigh and laugh at her cute-toned dirty talk before scooping her in your arms and taking her to the shower. Both of you would agree that Jinsol's shopping trip is definitely a success.

A/N: Something simple for a simple dress, their outfits look so good! Glad the members are landing on their feet. Thanks for reading!

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Ooh, I just read your latest lee! Dazai ler! Kunikida fic and I loved it so, so much! If it's okay, can I please request a lee! Kunikida ler! Dazai + Atsushi fic? KuniLEEda needs to relax if you know what I mean XD. So Dazai is rough, kneading into Kunikida's ribs in a way that's making the latter lose it and he somehow convinces Atsushi to join him. Atsushi being the sweet boi he is, goes really soft and gentle on Kunikida, making Dazai go soft too. In the end, all that's left is a giggly pile consisting of a tiger, a poet, and a... Dazai. Feel free to decline and have a lovely day!

GAH I LOVE! Lee!Kuni gives me such life! :D This prompt is so perfect, anon! I've gotcha covered! This is a sequel to "Hide and Tickle"- cause why not :D

CW: Swearing

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@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada

“Help me tickle Kuni, will you?”

Atsushi stared- not sure if his daze was from how fast the brunette moved or by the offer itself. He knew this would happen- tickle fights never stopped at just one person here at the agency.

“Dazai, get off!” Kunikida’s yell snapped him out of his daze, bringing him back to the present. Said poet was flailing about beneath the giggling detective, grabbing at the hands reaching for his sides. “This is ridiculous! Get back to wohork!”

“Ooo, get back to work he says!” Dazai managed to wiggle a hand free, pinching at his waist and making Kunikida flinch. “Ooo, be productive! Look at me, I’m Kunikida- I’m so serious and grumpy all the time! I forgot how to relaaaaax.” He turned back to Atsushi with a devious smile, jerking his chin over. “Come on, Atsushi! Don’t be shy- get in here!”

“Erm..”

“Atsushi, don’t you da-Ahahahhahahre!” Any words of resistance Kunikida had left were lost in snickery noises, his arms shooting down to his sides in a vain attempt to block him out. “Geheheheht hihihim ohohoohff!”

“No, tickle him Atsushi! He won’t bite! Not you anyway..”

More snickers, a few more enticing invites and a wagged brow from Dazai finally convinced him. “Oh okay. Just this once.” The weretiger grinned as he dashed over, throwing himself into the fray and nearly knocking Dazai out. “Come here!”

“Gah! Nohohoho! Nohohot you toohoohoho! Shihihiihihihiahahahhaah!” Kunikida yelled out, his snickers expanding into proper laughter at the extra hands. His efforts to scrunch up were proven futile as Dazai recaptured his hands, lifting them up and giving Atsushi room to attack. “Dahahahhahamn yohoohohohohou, Dahahhahhahahzahahhahai!”

”Awwww! I love you too, Kuni! Isn’t he just the sweetest thing when tickled, Atsushi?” Dazai cooed sweetly, unfazed at the profanities the blonde was shouting at him. Keeping his grip firm, he gathered both wrists into one hand as he brought his other hand to get him in the armpit. “He has such a delicate laugh for someone so strict!”

“This is delicate?” Atsushi blurted out, voice nearly lost in the boom of Kunikida’s mirth.

“To me it is! Make sure you get him real good here! Oh, and here~” He dragged his hand down to Kunikada’s waist, tapping at the skin towards his back. “He’s really ticklish back here.”

“You must tickle him a lot to know all that.” The weretiger hummed in amusement as he brought his hands to Kunikida’s waist, turning his hands into claws that reached all the way around. “Now that I think about it- he knows pretty much all your own tickle spots too. Is this a common occurrence?”

“The hehehehell it ihihihihihihiis! Be quhuhuhuuiet, Ahahhahtsushi!” Kunikida squawked through his laughter, finally turning his daggers towards the weretiger. Dazai merely wagged his brows, the answer a secret on his lips.

“Get him good, Atsushi.”

Atsushi did as told, bringing his clawed nails gently against the sensitive skin, relishing in the way the poet arched and cackled. “Hey it’s working!”

“Of course it is! I know my stuff!”

”GEHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH! SHUHUHUHUT THE HEHEHELL UHUUHP DAHAHAHZAIHAHAHI!! AHAHHAHATSUHUHUHUHUSHIHIHIHIHI!” Kunikida flopped about like he was having an exorcism, cheeks heating up and smiling wide enough to split his face in half. He tugged at Dazai’s grip so intensely he nearly dragged him down against him. “YOHOHOHOU TWOHOHOHOOHO SUHUHUHUUHUCK!”

“Hehe, sure we do.” Atsushi grinned. “That’s why you’re not fighting back nearly as much as you could, right Dazai?”

“You’re finally getting it.” Dazai sniffed like a proud mom, making the other boy laugh.

“AHEHAHAHAH! AHHEHAHHAHA SHIIHIHIHIIHT! GEHHAHA! OHOHOOKAY, OHOHOKAY STAHAHAHAP!” Kunikida sounded near shrill, face burning and laugh near mute.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Kunikida’s giggle fits started to have a wheeze to them, signaling that he was at his limit. Dazai released his hands, gently tugging Atsushi back by his suspenders as the blonde gasped for air. “Let him breathe, Atsushi.”

Pulling his hands back, the weretiger was practically thrown off as Kunikida thrashed, rolling to safety with his arms around his torso- glaring daggers. He looked like a spooked cat, wild eyed and teeth grit. “Yohohou twohoho…”

He knew he should be scared. He knew he should probably run for his life- look for a good hiding spot until Kunikida’s rage subsided.

Instead, he giggled- the sight of the blonde too funny for him.

The poet blinked, as did Dazai. Atsushi’s giggles got worse, and before long he was laughing properly- falling back oh his butt and kicking his feet as he held his belly. Any previous rage faded from Kunikida’s expression as he started to smile. “You’re such a brat.”

“Gahahhaa! Ahehahahahahaha! I’m shahahrry! I’m shahaharry-” The weretiger wheezed out, eyes misting with laughter. “Yoohohu look so fuhuhuhunny!”

Dazai busted out laughing soon after, finally breaking down Kunikida’s own defense. They sat there laughing, the entire scenario stupid and silly and just what they all needed.

Maybe the work could wait. For just a little longer.

Thanks for reading!

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Who's ready for a hung bottom Kaiba? Jou is. 😈

From the Old Friends universe. Finally writing that hung Kaiba lore. This takes place on Jou's birthday, so it will probably not be posted for a while even if I finish it soon. Oops.

Blowjob and banter under the cut.

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The moment he released Katsuya, the man unbuttoned Seto's shirt with unimaginable speed. Seto struggled free of it and his undershirt while Katsuya kissed a ticklish trail from his sternum to his belly. Resting on his elbows, he could only watch helplessly as the man made his journey south. He nearly choked on his spit when Katsuya nuzzled his face into the patch of soft hair peeking out of his waistband. Air fled his lungs as Katsuya worked his belt and trousers open. Seto's cock strained against his underwear, leaving a embarrassing moist spot on the front.

Katsuya nuzzled the tent in his pants too. His hot breath made Seto's cock twitch with want. "Always wondered if your dick's as pretty as the rest of you. Time to unwrap you and see for myself. Hah, happy birthday to me."

"Katsuya—" Seto gasped. His hands shot out to slow him for a second, but he only grasped empty air.

Cool air washed over the head of his cock, but hot breath followed as Katsuya sealed his lips around the tip and gave it a filthy kiss. Seto's mind blanked. His hands fell to his side and fisted in the duvet as Katsuya drew inch after inch after inch of his cock free from its prison.

"Holy shit," Katsuya swore, audibly incredulous. "You're huge."

This was the reason relationships became tricky when sex became part of the equation.

Seto swallowed, but the lump in his throat didn't disappear. For a second, he didn't dare look at the other man's face. Having a cock of above average length could be tricky, especially when you were a man who slept with other men. Even gay men could get insecure about comparative penis size. Past a certain length, which Seto was, it became more uncomfortable to work with for everyone involved. It had proven to be a point of friction in a few of his previous relationships.

Unlike in pornos, having a big cock wasn't always a good thing in real life.

After inhaling a shaky breath, he pushed up onto his elbows so he could see the man still anchored between his spread knees. Their eyes locked over the towering phallus.

Katsuya whistled, but there was no derision or disgust or apprehension in his gaze. Merely lust and excitement. "Damn, no wonder you strutted around with all that big dick energy in high school. You're hung."

Seto groaned, but from exasperation rather than pleasure. "Katsuya, please don't make a big deal out of this."

Katsuya laughed, breathless. "How can I not when you're literally a huge deal?"

He traced a finger along the underside of Seto's stiff erection, drawing a line of molten arousal. When he wrapped a hand around the base, he gave another soft huff of wonder.

Seto's mouth fell open, another plea on his tongue for his companion to put the matter to rest. That they had better things to better occupy themselves with. It stayed open in a wordless gape, a gasp and a moan eking out of him as Katsuya sucked the tip of his cock into his hot, wet mouth. Instinctively, he bucked into the heat, sinking in further.

Katsuya made a choked sound but he didn't pull away. Working his tongue and lips in tandem, the man steadily swallowed half of Seto's length. A strangled noise scratched at Seto's throat as he felt himself nudge against the entrance to Katsuya's throat. With a pop, Katsuya peeled off him, gasping for air. Seto felt as dumbstruck as Katsuya looked, with his spit-slicked lips and mouth hanging open as he panted.

But it only lasted a second before Katsuya screwed his face in determination. How could Seto forget what a stubborn fool he could be?

"Let's try that again." The slight rasp in his voice could only be described as pure sex. He went down on Seto's cock again without hesitation.

[solivagantshenanigans]

Touch of Relief.

TBHK— Aoi Akane x GN! Reader

– He's comfortable to be himself around you, too comfortable. He always drags you to somewhere alone to be with you whenever he's stressed, though he knows you don't mind it.

(Might be OOC)

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"Can't get enough of me, huh?"

You chuckled. Opposed to the usual, Aoi-focused, stern and sarcastic vice president, he had dragged you to the student council room (again). His arms currently wrapped around your waist with his face shoved on your shoulder, hugging from behind.

"Shut up..." he muttered, too tired to respond with a better comeback. He kept on mumbling, however you didn't care enough to listen.

Days like these, he would always come to you whenever he's in a dampened mood; whether he's feeling tired, sad, angry, anything negative. Whether the reason he did was because of another rejection from Aoi, handling the president's torture, or stressed from all the workload.

He comes to you for comfort so many times that you jokingly asked him once if he had any feelings for you.

Though the moment your words came out and he heard it, he didn't really take the 'joke' that well...

You didn't really mind it, actually. Sure, it may be bothersome at times. But the fact a person like him only does this to you was not something you can brush off now. Especially knowing that he's the #1 loyal simp for his crush.

You liked the fact you're the only person who does this to him, suppose that's the summary.

... Sighing, you only stayed in your seat. Except the action was proven difficult do so because of the chair's stiff structure that didn't exactly help you relax, and you knew you'd eventually have to get up to avoid getting an ache on your ass. Sometimes, you always forget about the cons of being 'Akane's cuddlebear' before you actually deal with it.

Feeling your shuffling, Akane noticed the movement and started to move your legs. He holds you for a moment, oblivious of your widened eyes, before gently positioning you on his lap. Wrapping his arms around your form again and snuggling his face to your midsection.

You tensed up, shocked at his uncharacteristically bold move. But from his lack of movement, you decided to stay quiet about it and reach to play with his hair. His strands were soft on your fingertips, and as you continue to run your hand through his hair, Akane hums in delight at your touches. He sighs as he can feel the built-up tension releasing, his shoulders becoming slack, and he feels himself feeling more relaxed as the seconds go by. Too busy shoving his face on your figure, he wasn't aware of a pleased smile forming.

Tensing up again since you're getting a little ticklish from all his gestures- you roll your eyes at his clinginess, a slight concern growing along with uncomfort from the glasses he has placed on his head.

Without a thought, your fingers tangled themselves in his hair before pulling it gently to retrieve the glasses.

His head was yanked up slightly as a choked up groan escaped from his lips. His face lightly scrunch up- not from any pain- but from being taken aback. Ignoring his wincing, you took his frames by the middle and placed them on the table. Akane was about to ask you why the hell did you do that before staring at the square frames‐ the words disappearing as he gave you a halfhearted glare .

"You could've just told me to take them off." He certainly didn't like having his hair pulled.

Huffing, you smiled smugly at his reaction, "Don't be a baby. You should've removed it earlier."

Reaching to the pockets of your clothing, you took out your phone and turned it on. Planning to ignore him for the remaining time he cuddles with you, you missed the way his eyebrows furrowed.

With a sigh, he begrudgingly accepted not having your attention as he returns to hugging you. The act of embracing you, with each other's figured close like this was soothing. It wasn't even anything intimate‐ just the quiet company of yours was already enough to shoo his worries away. It's like you always know what to do to get him to be eased, regardless if you did it on purpose or not.

With your warmth against his own, he was only focused on the feeling as he breathed in your faimilar scent that he had gotten used to.

A faint pink tint of blush coloured his cheeks. The fact that no one seems to be barging in or interrupting seems to only add to the serene moment that includes only you two, despite being in school grounds.

A sigh escaped past his lips, this time it was louder and you can tell he's more than happy to be in this moment. The repeated drooping of his eyes is getting more frequent- and he resists the incoming feeling of drowsiness to avoid accidentally falling asleep.

...this feels nice...

Time had passed. You didn't know how long though, but you can guess it was a couple of minutes.

Out of curiosity, you checked the time on your phone. With just one glance, your face turned into a look of grimace. The clock was nearing, and you needed to go home 'less your parents get mad at you for being late.

Without warning, you removed his arms around you and get off his lap with ease. Effectively waking up Akane to the fullest, blinking in a micture of confusion and dissapointment.

Akane gives you a look. If you were to describe the expression he's doing, it was something akin to a cat after they had their headpats withdrawn from them. He asks you first before you can speak. "What are you doing?"

Retrieving your school bag from the table, you looked at him with an indifferent gaze. "I need to go now. My parents need me to patroll the house while they attend a birthday party of one of my cousins..." You shrugged, you didn't even know about that relative's existence until yesterday. Akane was silent at your response, and you couldn't pinpoint what it is that he's feeling right now.

He pursued his lips, fixing his sitting position and clearing his throat. He pretends to be nonchalant, ignoring the disappointment rising in his chest at the fact you're leaving so soon. "Okay then, see you tomorrow."

It's funny how he's acting professional around you yet acts so clingy in private. You only nodded at his words, "Yeah, good luck on your paperwork, Aoi-san."

Your use of his last name didn't sit right with him.

"You can call me Akane-kun, it's fine." Averting his gaze, his eyes land on the papers sprawled on the table. The activities that he should've been doing instead of cuddling you like a bear. But if he had a say in his defense- he needed it.

Blinking in suprise, your eyes widen slightly before a corner of your mouth twitches up. You raise your eyebrow in a mix of interest and amusement, watching as he analyzes the papers. "Huh."

Akane didn't hear you, so you shrugged with acceptance and opened the door. Before leaving, you turn to face him, giving him a lazy wave and a lopsided smile. "See ya tomorrow."

His eyes raced up, Akane wasn't able to reciprocate the gesture since you were already out of the door. With no one but him and the load of work in the student council room, he slumps on his chair with a low sigh, rubbing his temples in irritation.

Not to you, but to himself.

"..."

A faint blush decorates his face when thinking about earlier. He grumbles a few incoherent things, "What am I even doing?"

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If you think this is very OOC for him (and tbh its understandable) I do believe theres a possibility for him to act like that when given the right scenarios and events, and also depends on your personality ykno

Sorry if this IS really OOC I had a vision except when I actually wrote it I can see how people might not actually see him like this 😭

[soaked4mk]

Mileena x F!Reader Head Cannons (pt 2)

👽: Yall, I’m foaming from the mouth. I really wanna kiss Mileena. (And a bunch of other stuff)

⚠️: Just a little smutty

Sfw

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★ Mileena shows her love by doing kind acts of service. Whether it be brushing your hair, doing your nails, massaging your back or just simply bringing you cute snacks here and there.

★ When you and her are together in public, expect her to have her arm around your waist, or holding your hand. If she has to be more formal, she’ll slyly tuck a strand of hair away from your face, or casually straighten out a wrinkle on your shirt.

★ If anyone were to ever step up to you in front of her, they would be in for a rude awakening. She doesn’t hesitate when it comes to her lover. And she’s proven that to you.

★ You two go out for picnics in the hanging gardens, under the willow tree you set up a comfortable blanket, with a basket full of fruits, and sandwich makings.

★ She’ll feed you, slipping the blueberries into your mouth while complimenting your outfit. “You look absolutely precious, Y/N.” If you’re wanting a sandwich, she’s for sure going to make it for you and cut it in half. “Here darling, let me get that for you.”

★ The two of you will have light banter, enjoying the sights of the hanging gardens, laying down and looking up at the sky. You’ll be watching the clouds drift by. Pointing out cutely shaped ones, Mileena will humor you, and try to find cloud shapes of her own.

★ You both goof around a lot. You’ll hold each other’s hands, spinning around and giggling like silly. Until you get dizzy, and she has to keep hold of your hands while you regain your balance. “Careful dear, I can’t have my darling getting hurt now, can I?”

★ Mileena absolutely loves making you laugh, the sound of it makes her heart flutter inside her rib cage. When you two are in bed, she’ll sometimes come at you with tickling hands. Or pin you down, unexpectedly— just to gain your reaction.

★ If you are ticklish, she has no mercy, she’ll tickle you until your face is red and tears are spilling out of your eyes.“I’ve got you now, little rabbit~”

★ If you’re so lucky as to not be ticklish, then she’ll play fight with you, practicing her skills in the process. Of course she uses only five percent of her power, she would never actually hurt you. “Look at you~ at my mercy.”

★ Since you’ve been in Outworld, you’ve kinda, accidentally got Mileena addicted to True crime. It just happened, and she started binging, like no tomorrow.

★ So the two of you cuddle up in bed together, watching true crime documentaries, and gossiping about the murderers in question. “What an absolute moron— of course she was going to get caught.” “If that were me, I would simply shred him apart.”

★ Not only do you two binge watch True Crime, but she’ll gladly make a day out of it, if you come home feeling drained or just upset.

★ Setting your shared bed up, fluffing the pillows and being sure to have the stuffed animal she bought you, up and centered in the bed, she’ll get tea ready and pull out your favorite pajama set.

★ Getting you comfortable, she’ll put your hair up in a style that’s out of your face, being sure to leave small, loving comments. “Look at how beautiful your hair is, Y/N.” “I’m going to take care of you, darling. Just relax and let me do this for my lover~”

★ lightly clapping, she’ll excitedly make her way to the bathroom, coming back out with face masks, and a jade face roller, to pamper you. “I got us new face masks, do you want the kiwi scented, or the strawberry?”

★ As you two sit in front of each other, she’ll happily put the face mask on you, being sure not to get any in your eyes, as you do the same for her. It’s a really sweet bonding moment that you appreciate.

★ And as you two get comfortable, she’ll massage your shoulders, kneading any tension away. Enjoying the moment as she kisses the top of your head.

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NSFW 💦

★ Mileena doesn’t mind switching from time to time, though she usually is a top. She makes the exception for the simple fact you’re also great at topping. (If not then disregard this)

★ If you are topping, expect a bratty girlfriend, who loves to tease you and test you. Though it’s all in light heartedness.

★ Some of her remarks include “You’ll have to pin me down if you want a taste, darling~” “Are you going to punish me, love? *giggles* and all sorts of devious comments that drive you wild. (In a good way of course)

★ Cheeks flushed, as she undresses before you, beckoning you over with her finger while sitting suggestively on the bed. You gladly crawl over to her.

★ When she’s being a bottom, she enjoys princess treatment (of course) and loves it when you praise her, giving her kisses and sweet compliments in the process.

★ Your hands will trail down her body, caressing the curves of her shape, taking in the excitement that they bring to you. Admiring the way she’s so easily able to tantalize you.

★ Once you’re finally able to get her teasing to stop, she’s very good. Lying down for you, while your actions continue, kisses sprinkle along her body, trailing down to her hips. “My pretty girl~”.

★ Your hands will lightly trace her thighs, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. smiling, you dip your tongue into her pool of arousal. Relishing in the taste of her essence.

★ You’ll nuzzle your nose against her clit, causing her to arch her back, and run her fingers through your hair. Probing her slit assertively while bringing your hand up to her soaked pussy.

★ Smiling into her heat, inserting two of your fingers inside her and eliciting another sweet whimper from her gorgeous lips.

★ You feel a twinge of your own arousal, bringing your other hand up to her thigh, gripping it and spreading her legs a bit more.

★ “Y/N…~” increasing your speed, you eventually bring your lover to her climax. Savoring the taste of her juices as she quivers under your touch.

★ Now, if you’re a bottom, then this works out swimmingly. Mileena loves turning you into a puddle within her grasp. She’ll cup your face, bringing you into a light kiss.

★ Her hands will trail from your face, to your neck, then to the small of your back. Pulling you closer the warmth of her body, her tongue will slip in, exploring your mouth avidly.

★ “My precious Y/N~” she coos, hiking her lips down your neck as she intertwines her fingers with yours, holding both of your hands and gently laying you down onto the bed.

★ There is nothing that Mileena enjoys more, than making you call out her name. She’ll do it by any means, fingering you, eating you out. Using toys, vibrators, nipple clamps. Whatever it takes.

★ All the hard effort she puts into your orgasm is well worth it, in her eyes. She loves to slowly build up to your climax. Hands trailing all over, unable to neglect an inch of your soft skin.

★ She’ll straddle you, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples, praising you for being so good for her. Telling you how much she loves your pussy, and how it’s so perfect.

★ “Hmm~ you’re soaked for me, dearest~” “all for me, hmm?” “How sweet~” Whispering sweet nothings as she continues her ministrations on you. “Go on sweet, cum for me~” After bringing you to orgasm, she’s quick to pamper you. Being sure to bring a change of clothes and if you want, she’ll draw you a bath.

★ If you two shower, she’s sure to lather your body, cleaning every inch of you. Making you as pristine as you were before the coital encounter.

★ If you don’t shower, then with her choice of pajamas for you, (she loves dressing you up) she’ll help you into the clothing, softly brushing your hair from your face.

★ And if the sex was really passionate, to the point of exhaustion (thats when you both make each other’s legs shake.) Then she’ll take one for them team, getting up to bring beverages and snacks.

★ Of course, if you’re feeling like your princess should stay put, you gladly get up, bringing back refreshments, and if you’re feeling extra sweet, you’ll go out of your way to make her a strawberry sando.

★ After you two pamper each other, you cuddle in bed. She holds you in her arms, in a comfortable embrace. Stroking your hair while resting her chin on top of your head. Eventually you two fall asleep, savoring the warmth from each other.

[fashionteahouse]

can you do a paul x reader where the reader has a bad habit of vaping and paul’s all like “you know that stuff isn’t good for you” and readers like “not proven”?? HEAVY on the fluff !!!

ofc ofc ! hope you enjoy :)

now or never - paul x reader

The scent was flavorful and fruitful. It didn’t stop the grimace that graced the handsome face that watched you as you placed the fixation between your lips.

You didn’t really hide the habit, nor did you try to.

The grey smoke float through the area, the wind helping it blow in another direction. Making an O with your mouth, nicotine smoke comes out.

“You should be careful, Y/N.” he comments as he takes a look at the waves that fluidly float along each other.

You just huff out a breathy laugh as the device is still firm in your hand, “About what?”

“That.” he says and eyes what’s in your fingers.

Instinctively, as if he reminded you that you had your vape with you, you place it back between your lips as you stare into the distance.

After breathing out the smoke that has to escape, you try to reassure him, “It’s okay Paul. It’s not something you should be too worried about.” you say passing it off.

“I feel like it is. You know that stuff isn’t good for you.” he says with a concerned tone. It seemed out of place, so you just shrug, “It’s not like it’s proven.”

“Just think about it, Y/N. You’re breathing in liquid nicotine.”

“The flavors are delicious.” you say but you laugh at the rolling of his eyes.

“Y/N, I’m serious. These are things that you should think about, now or never.” he says, wanting you to take the matter as seriously as he did.

“It’s not like it stinks.” you defend, placing it close to his face, “If you wanted to try it, all you had to do was ask.” you say in a humorous tone.

He places a hand and gently pushes it away. Before you could place it in your lips, he places his lips there instead. If you were going to be fixated on something, he wanted to be that something. That someone. You didn’t mind. No vape flavor could taste as good as him. Pulling away with satisfaction from both parties, he licks a bit of his lip as if he was tasting the remanence of you.

“Can I hold your hand without you holding it?” he asks you. He patiently waits for your answer as you take one last hit.

Stuffing the vape into your pocket, you blow out the smoke and interlace your hand with his.

Walking together, matching each other’s pacing of steps, he smiles at you.

“See? This is nice.” He softly says to you as you could do nothing but blush the dopey gaze he gave you.

“I love you more than the vape, you know.” you tell him, you wanted him to know that.

“You better.” he says as you giggle at the ticklish sensation he gives from placing his lips on a spot on your neck.

The vape was still in your pocket. You were glad he didn’t just tell you to flat out quit like most people did. In a way, you were flattered at the fact that he showed some type of interest in caring about your health. Paul was just glad at the moment that he didn’t have to have a competitive battle of who gets to be held by you, him or the vape.

[the-wolfs-laughter]

Thinking about an interrogation scene where the interrogated has a tickling, edging, and denial kink.

So much tickling, endless torture to get the information I need. After a while realizing just how desperate my lovely victim is so I decide to give a little reprieve.

Working at their center, never stopping the tickling on top of it of course. Be it consistent touches or occasional pokes. But my main focus is how their body reacts to mine. Watching every shake, every hitched breath, every miniscule detail until they're so... very.. close

And then I stop. I demand the information and tell them once I have it and it's proven to be true I'll let them cum.

Repeat the process over and over until I notice how much more eager they are to not give the information I seek every time I stop.

The wheels in my head start turning, the tickling never stops and neither does the attention at their core. They're getting so close, closer than they were before. The confusion evident on their face as I lean in and whisper.

"I know what you want. Give me the information, and I'll keep you as my pretty ticklish denial pet. Don't give me what I want, and I'll make you cum~"

[thaisibir]

SEES members react to period pain simulator

(Go here for "Phantom Thieves react to period pain simulator")

Makoto: sits through every level from 1 to 10 with a straight "I don't care" face, but silently hopes that Mitsuru won't get any ideas to use it for some execution

Kotone: keeps saying it's fine and smiles through the pain, even when she's crying inside by level 8

Yukari: giggles hysterically even up to level 10 because she finds it ticklish, almost falls off the dorm sofa from rolling around on it so much

Junpei: thinks it can't be any worse than a kick to the balls, promptly proven wrong when he starts bawling and begs to stop it at level 4

Mitsuru: reacts to every level with hand to her chin and a thoughtful pensive "hmm," comes away inspired by many creative ideas to use it for some execution

Akihiko: treats it like taking punches to the gut in a boxing match, makes it to level 10 looking strained and sweating, asks where he can buy the simulator so he can use it for his core strengthening regimen

Fuuka: blessed with baseline level 0-1 cramps, makes it to level 6, expresses much sympathy for girls who have to deal with high level cramps

Ken: tolerates up to level 5 before he can't put up a brave face anymore and bails, in utter disbelief when told that periods can hit girls as early as his age

Koromaru: reaction not known or recorded, no one has the heart to stick on the pads and put him through fake pain

Aigis: lacks pain receptors to process real pain, but through connecting the pads to her circuitry she gets the closest approximation to it, concludes that menstrual cramps are indeed an unpleasant aspect of the female experience

Shinjiro: had a Shadow-inflicted abdominal wound from his middle school fighting days with Akihiko and Mitsuru, a sensitive area to this day, so he doubles over swearing and wincing from the simulator

[eunchancorner]

SO uhm

Initially this was going to be a blurb. Then I got hooked on writing out the story and suddenly wanted to pull in a third party and the dialogue started doing whatever it wanted so uhm

Long story short I'm starting to remember why writing is so fun

“W-wait, Leon, c’mon, y-you’re not really mad, right?” Ethan stammered out, backing away from his admittedly much scarier boyfriend. He’d had the idea of spooking Leon with a quick tase to his sides, but had unfortunately forgotten to account for the cup of soda in his hands.

The soda that was now all over the front of Leon’s shirt.

“You made me make a mess of myself! And now…” Leon took a second to think, before a smirk crossed his face as he thought of a punishment that’s proven to work at least for a while at their house.

“Now I’m gonna turn you into a mess!”

Suddenly Ethan was on his back, squealing as Leon’s fingers dug into his sides, sending sparks of ticklish energy shooting through his body. Of course this was what he resorted to. Ethan should have known this was coming for a long time. In fact, he sort of got the feeling that Leon wasn’t just tickling him over the soda.

Or at least, he did until his brain was flooded with ‘ITTICKLESITTICKLESNOBADBUTYESGOOD??’ as Leon’s fingers climbed his ribs, his touch becoming lighter and lighter the higher he went, planning each move carefully, slowly turning Ethan’s brain to mush with a smirk.

“Leheheon plehehehease! Ihi’m sohohohorry!” he managed between laughs, squeaking and almost folding as he suddenly received a poke to his belly, which turned into Leon scribbling all over it, leaving his ribs tingling and the anticipation of Leon going after his worse spot left unchecked.

“Aww, you didn’t think I was gonna kill ya that fast did you? I said I was going to turn you into a mess, and I know how easily anticipation does that for you. You need your tickles to be quick and easy for you to keep any sort of brain function. And that usually leads to revenge. But if I’m gonna turn you into a mess the right way, I’m gonna need your brain to basically melt.”

“H-hohow do youhu knohohow ahall thihihis?!” Ethan questioned as Leon’s fingers began to drift to his sides again.

“Dude, please, we’ve been friends since high school. You think I wouldn’t have picked up on all this by now?” Leon answered, still smirking as though he felt like the smartest man in the world for figuring out what kind of tickles made his boyfriend tick. “But, do you wanna know something else?”

“Whahahahat?”

“A little birdie told me tickle games get to you really bad~”

I’m going to fucking kill Liv, Ethan thought, his giggles calming as Leon retracted his hands and began to think.

“What game should we play, Ethan? The claw game? Maybe we could play rib piano? Or arms up? I know how much you love that one~” Leon listed the games off, watching Ethan’s face get redder and redder as he mentioned each game. Still, Ethan could never resist the urge to be a little shit.

“Aha… ahas much as you love tummy raspberries?”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say as he saw a blush cross Leon’s face before he narrowed his eyes and simply said “Arms up.”

“Ahaw shit…” Ethan mumbled as he slowly raised his arms, knowing he was in for it now. He squeaked softly as he felt Leon’s gentle fingers slowly touch down and begin to trace gentle patterns along his wrists, moving at an agonizingly slow pace down his forearms. Ethan fought a losing battle against a wobbly smile spreading like his own blush across his face, gripping onto a table leg that was just above him, causing it to scoot forward with a small, sudden scraping noise.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Can’t get through without something to help?” Leon cooed as he traced little swirls around Ethan’s inner elbows, watching in amusement as the goth struggled to hold back his giggles. “C’mon, Ethan, no cheating.~”

“Pff- i-it’s nohot- snrk- not cheating!” he squeaked out in response.

“Not not cheating? Wouldn’t that mean it is cheating? I dunno, double negatives are stupid… either way, it sounds to me like you are cheating! And you know what happens to cheaters, don’t you?~” he warned, his gentle fingers slowly traveling down Ethan’s arms and towards his underarms.

“N-nohoho, nonono, L-Leheon, wait!” he squeaked out before yelping as Leon suddenly moved to his sides, just above where his belt held his shirt tightly to his waist.

“God, dude, why do you wear these things so high? I can’t get to your hips like this!”

“Doho NOHOT tahake my behelts ohohoff!” Ethan warned with a light shove.

“I’m not, I’m not, but that can’t be comfortable, I’m just saying. They’re covering half of your sides! I might just have to tickle you again after you change out of this, just so I can do what I really wanted!”

“Gohod you’re soho mehehean!”

“Oh I’M mean? Mister Tickles Everyone Every Chance He Gets is calling ME mean? You could just admit you can’t handle the teasing, you don’t have to make shit up just to look big.”

“Nohow lohohook whoho’s beheing a hypohocrihihite!”

Leon didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes told Ethan he’d sassed him for the last time. Before he knew it, there was suddenly an unbearably gentle tracing just between his ribs and underarms, making his arms snap down in response as an embarrassingly high squeal ripped from his throat, his giggles skipping straight to hysterics, filled with squeals and shrieks every couple of seconds as Leon went a little too fast for his brain to keep up with properly.

“Ohp, looks like you lost, guess I’ll just have to keep tickling here~” Leon purred, holding back an amused laugh as Ethan struggled to string sounds into words and words into sentences, knowing his brain was filled with nothing but fireworks of energy, listening to his boots stomping loudly onto the floor behind him. Something he failed to notice, much to Ethan’s embarrassment, was the sound of a door shutting behind him.

“What the hell is all the noise…?” he heard a tired voice, Liv’s, behind him and turned to look at her, not slowing his tickles in the slightest.

“I’m tickling Ethan to death,” he answered simply.

“Ah… What happened to your shirt?”

“This little fucker happened. Why did you think I was tickling him?”

“Because he makes you look like a big puppy almost daily?”

“... Listen, don’t make me come after you next!” he warned with a blush, prompting Liv to raise her hands in surrender.

“Ohokay, okay, whatever you say, big man.” She came over to the two and knelt down beside Ethan. “God, him being such a big, scary tickler all the time can make ya forget how cute of a lee he is. I mean, look at him, his face matches his shirt at this point! What have you been doing to the poor guy, Leon?”

“KIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHEHE!!” Ethan somehow managed through his laughter, squealing as Leon softly drummed over his tiny death spot the best he could beneath his arms.

“Teaching him a lesson about being a brat and a hypocrite. Can you believe he had the audacity to call me mean AND try to tease his way out of this? He caused this himself,” Leon corrected. “Anyway, I think now he’s just mad he lost the Arms Up game so I’m just gonna keep doing this until he apologizes.”

“Ah, so that’s what woke me up…”

“Why were you asleep at 3:30 in the afternoon, ya weirdo?”

“Oh, fuck off, it’s not my fault Streber’s tummy is comfortable. I wanted to hang out, eventually we ended up snuggling, my head was on his tummy, and you know how fucken soft he is so you also probably know what came next.”

“Ah, yeah, I get it. Did he do that thing, too, where he like, messes with your hair?”

“He did, it was so nice! He said it helps him focus but I honestly just think he knows we like it at this point. Does he ever do that to you, Ethan?” She turned to the goth, who was still pinned under (and getting the absolute shit tickled out of him by) his boyfriend, who only responded by shakily flipping her off, still finding speaking difficult between his hysterics, prompting a quiet laugh from the redhead.

“You gonna let him up anytime soon? I think he’s dying,” she asked Leon, who rolled his eyes but let up anyway, stretching his arms as Ethan slowly calmed down.

“Yeahhh, I think he’s enough of a mess. Got anything smart to say now, Eth?”

“Aheheh… awashb… yuhu… grrehehe…” he mumbled out, not making one bit of sense to himself, much less either of them.

“Oho god you got him speaking a whole other language,” Liv giggled at Ethan’s state.

“Is that even a language? I don’t even understand what he’s trying to say!” Leon pointed out, scooping up the giggly goth in his arms.

“Gibberish is a language… sorta,” she tried to argue. “It’s sorta communication.”

Leon rolled his eyes as he chuckled softly.

“Well last time I checked, Ethan’s first language was English-”

“I thought it was Spanish?”

“No, no, he’s just really fluent in Spanish, that doesn’t make it his first language.”

“Ohhh, I always thought he spoke it so well because it was his first. I could never, honestly.”

“Yeah, I know, right? It’s actually really fucken impressive. Anyway, since English is his first language and he can’t even speak that properly, I think my work is almost done here.”

“Almost?”

“You think I’m just gonna tickle my boyfriend and not cuddle with him afterwards? Do I look like a monster to you?”

“Depends on the kinda monster. Tickle monster? Yeah, very much so, actually.”

“Pft- ok, fair. C’mon, the cuddle window is closing, and if he’s not in a fluff coma soon, he’s not gonna be the only one asked why he was being so loud. Wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he carried Ethan to the couch, followed closely by Liv, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah yeah yeah! Let’s watch Pirates Of The Caribbean again!” she suggested, Leon rolling his eyes.

“You recommend that like, every time, why do I even ask anymore?” he teased, grabbing the remote and putting the movie on.

“The illusion of choice, my friend!”

Leon shook his head, chuckling quietly as he held Ethan close, the taller’s head resting on his shoulder, snuggled as close as he could be.In the few thoughts that were coherent in Ethan’s head, one of them was definitely, Worth it.

[jeonginsdiary]

heyy, love ur fics! I was wondering if you could do Lee! Minho, Seungmin and ler! Minho,Seungmin.

I love 2min and I think it would be cute if they attacked each other!

You can pick the baseline x

- Ruthless

- switch! minho & seungmin

- i loveeee 2min ty for the request!!

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“I bet I could wreck you until you cry.” Minho said nonchalantly, sending a harsh poke to Seungmin’s side and making the younger jump.

“No way! You’re totally projecting, I could do way worse.” The vocalist retorted as he jabbed at the boy’s ribs.

“Bet.”

Then, it was chaos. The two of them both finding any sliver of open skin to dig into while trying to get the upper hand. Each one put up a pretty good fight, that was until Seungmin was able to sneak a hand up the older’s armpit. Immediately, Lee Know collapsed with a shriek, giggling hysterically while the brunet sat on his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed’s soft mattress and preventing any chance of escape. “Wait! Stop!” The dancer pleaded, grabbing for Seungmin’s wrists when he felt his hips being clawed into. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP! YOU BRAHAHAHAHAT!!” He screamed.

The younger gasped dramatically. “Brat!? Do you really think you’re in a good position to be calling me a brat?” With that, the boy took his two pointer fingers, and shoved them up Minho’s pits. He tried wiggling his fingers a bit but it was near impossible due to the dancer’s tightly clamped arms. “NOOOOOOO!! PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! SEHEUNGMIHIHIHIAHAHAHA!!” Said boy went ballistic despite there being only two meager fingers. He twisted every which way with hysterical laughter but never succeeded in escaping those torturous digits.

“Woah, hyung! Is this your spot? I thought it was your belly but it looks like this is driving you insane!” Seungmin teased, struggling to pull his hands out of Lee Know’s clamped arms. Though, once he did, he dug his thumbs into the older’s v-line. “Oh… maybe this is still your spot,” The vocalist said, giggling when Minho was thrust into silent laughter as he tried feebly grabbing onto Seungmin’s wrists. Once he was proven too weak to do so, he settled on pushing the younger’s arms with the little strength he had in him. “See, I told you! You’re crying because I’m so good at this!” The brunet boasted when he noticed the first tears of mirth beginning to stream down Minho’s cheeks. The older just frantically shook his head, eventually too weak to push at the boy’s skilled hands and he resorted to wrapping his fingers around Seungmin’s wrists as he was tickled mercilessly.

After noticing Lee Know’s desperate state, the vocalist lifted his fingers, making funny faces and mocking what he claimed the older had looked like. “You’re so dead.” Minho gave the boy one final glare before digging into his exposed side and effectively knocking the other off of his hips. He wrestled with the brunet, trying to get the younger under him without exposing his armpits which he knew Seungmin would take full advantage of if given the opportunity.

The younger put up a decent fight, thrashing and kicking so much it was difficult for Lee Know to straddle him. But once he did, he mad sure to take his time in getting comfortable on the vocalist’s waist. “Please don’t do this!” Seungmin begged, knowing full well he was about to get the worst wrecking of his entire life.

“Aww, is the puppy too ticklish?” Minho faked sympathy, placing random sporadic pokes all over the younger’s body.

“Stahahahahahap! Go awahahahay!” Seungmin squealed with laughter. Every time he tried blocking the older’s fingers, he would inevitably open up another spot in which Lee Know was quick to prod at. “LEE MINHO!” The boy screamed with an aggressive jolt when the dancer poked a little too close to his navel.

“Lee Minho!? What happened to hyung?” The older swiftly ripped Seungmin’s arm above his head, digging in with his pointer finger just as the vocalist had done to him.

“AHAHAHAHAHAH! STOHOHOHOP I HAHAHATE THAHAT!!” The younger shrieked, trying to flip over and cover his vulnerable underarm but finding it impossible with the other’s weight on top of him.

Minho grinned, pushing in harder to see the boy throw his head back. “I told you it’s ticklish!” His smile grew when Seungmin brought his free hand up to try and pry the older’s finger away. “Look how cute you are~ So helpless and so sensitive….” He teased, loving the blush that crept up to the brunet’s face.

“PLEEEEASEEEE STAHAHAHAHAP TOUCHING THEHERE!!”

“If you say so.” Lee Know shrugged his shoulders, drilling his thumbs below the younger’s hip bones causing the boy to laugh uncontrollably and buck around. Minho felt his wrists being grabbed and clawed by the younger, but this only drove him to knead harder into those sensitive hip hollows.

“AGHHHH!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” Something about having his hands free to grab at the older’s, yet still not being able to stop the tickling made Seungmin feel a whole new level of helplessness.

He could already feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes and this wasn’t even his worst spot!

Of course, Minho was quick to notice this too. “Already crying? Too bad i’m not done with you yet.” The older deadpanned, sending shivers down the vocalist’s spine.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE JUST STAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin begged, his laughter beginning to sound raspy.

“Alright, alright. Let’s play a game.” The dancer suggested, letting the boy rest for a moment before he was thrown back into hysterics.

“Nononono! I don’t want to play your stupid tickle games!!” Seungmin protested, but his pleas were ignored by the older.

He adjusted himself on the brunet’s hips, shoving the boy’s shirt up to expose his pale tummy. “So, you’re gonna lift your arms above your head and keep them there while I tickle you.” Lee Know proposed like it was the easiest task in the world.

“No way! Why would I do that!” The younger said, shoving his shirt back down and covering the expanse of his stomach with his arms the best he could.

“Okay, then I’ll just have Changbin pin your arms instead.” The dancer threatened with a smirk.

“No, no! It’s okay, I changed my mind!” Seungmin did not like the idea of the strongest member holding his arms up. He would have no chance of escaping in that situation.

So, reluctantly, he lifted his arms above his head.

“Like that!” Minho assured him, taking his finger and hovering it a few feet above the boy’s belly button. “Keep ‘em up~” He cooed as he slowly, agonizingly lowered his finger down.

“Stop! Don’t touch it!” Seungmin fought the urge to snap his arms down and protect is oh so sensitive navel.

Lee Know was about halfway down when all of a sudden he lowered his finger right in front of the area. Seungmin nearly screamed. “Pleaseee doOONT!” A shriek left the younger’s mouth when the dancer lightly grazed the spot before quickly bringing his hand back up.

The vocalist nearly snapped his arms down, instead resorting to intertwining his fingers in his hair.

Minho gave his evil bunny smile, the one he always gave when he was about to do something bad, and quickly poked right into the navel. “STAHAP!!” Seungmin immediately clamped his arms down, prying at the finger in his belly button and trying to get it out before it started moving.

“Pleasepleaseplease! Hyung get out get out, I’m sorry!”

The older just smirked, making eye contact with the vocalist before pushing in deep and digging like crazy.

“NOOOOOOOO!! HYUHUHUHUAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin too was thrown into silent laughter as Minho decided to use that evil method he always used on the member’s where he found the hollow of their armpit and massaged in with his thumb. It was one of Seungmin’s least favorite methods because of how bad it tickled and he tried clamping his arm down while still trying to tug that other finger out of his belly button.

At this point, the boy was flushed from his ears to his neck and he arched his back as high as his body would let him, socked feet digging into the mattress.

“Do you admit I can wreck you worse?” Lee Know asked, keeping up his attack in both spots.

Seungmin nodded frantically, at this rate willing to do anything to get the older’s hands off of him.

“Are you sure~” Minho teased, giggling when Seungmin nodded once more while trying to curl up. “Okay, you’re done.” The dancer got off of the younger, letting him rest his head in his lap.

“Seriously, don’t do that again…” The boy panted, his eyes starting to feel heavy after the tiring attack.

“Mhmmm,” The older replied unconvincingly, scratching his scalp and lulling him into a deep sleep.

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okayy soo they kinda wrecked each other rlly hard here and i wasn’t intending that but one thing led to another andddd yeah. i hope you enjoyed!!

stay healthy!

[giggly-moon]

Something about 7 makes me think of the gods, like Hermes or Athena (maybe even Poseidon 👀) cause they’re all so full of themselves they legit wouldn’t expect to be ticklish & I think it would be funny

Or, ya know… ghost!polites & someone of your choice? 👀👀👀

7: genuinely believing they’re not ticklish and being proven wrong

A/N: decided to go for the second option cause i’m still not super confident in how i write for the gods, plus i just had to write something for ghost!polites. so this one has a fair bit of angst in it but, like, it’s our ghosty boy. it’s bound to get at least a little angsty. but i chose elpenor as the other character for this prompt because i feel like these two would have a really sweet brotherly relationship and also elpenor is just really fun to write for. also for context, i know polites as a ghost probably still blushes red but in my head, since i imagine the ghost version of him to have a much colder color palette than the alive version, his blush is blue instead so i decided to add it in for funsies.

“So, like, can you still feel things as a ghost?”

“Some things.” Polites gave a half-hearted shrug. “I guess it depends on the type of thing.”

Elpenor has always been endlessly curious, maybe to the point of it becoming a problem. And Polites’ passing had been a rather difficult time for the whole crew, but when their friend somehow came back as a battered looking spirit and the hurricane of emotions surrounding it gradually turned to a tame breeze every now and then, Elpenor couldn’t help that his curiosity was piqued exponentially.

Which, of course, meant he had dozens of questions to ask him. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, in Polites’ opinion, but sometimes his questions could hit a little too close to home.

“Can you still feel different temperatures?” Elpenor leaned forward slightly in interest, sitting across from Polites on the floor of the crows nest with his chin resting on his hands.

“Yup. I feel the cold better than warmth though, i’ve noticed.” Polites absently rubbed at his arm, as if just talking about it made him feel colder.

Elpenor gives a nod as he processes this information, before moving right along to his next question. “Can you feel pain?”

Polites gave a small sigh. “No, at least to my knowledge.”

Despite being given an answer, Elpenor still felt the need to test it anyway, reaching a hand up to repeatedly flick at Polites’ forehead. “This doesn’t hurt at all?”

“Nope.” Polites gave a slightly amused smile, but it was quick to fade. He felt a little silly for it, being sad at no longer being able to feel pain of all things, but in his mind it was just one more thing that made him inhuman. Another reminder that he was dead, that was he nothing but a floating corpse.

“Hmm.” Elpenor retracted his hand as he thought of another question to ask, looking Polites up and down like he was observing a scientific specimen. It was only a little bit uncomfortable. “Are you still ticklish?”

The question is so sudden and casual that it catches Polites off guard. “Wh- i-i don’t think so?” He sputters as he stares at Elpenor in surprise, who just stares back. “Probably not, i mean, ghosts don’t really have nerves, do they?”

“But have you tested it at all?”

Polites looks away from him sheepishly. “Well, no, but-“

With his gaze turned away from him, Polites fails to notice Elpenor reaching out for him again, not even waiting for him to finish talking before experimentally wiggling his fingers against his side. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, like his fingers are phasing through a layer of slightly thicker, cold air. But in a pleasantly surprising way, Polites still flinches away from his touch with a loud yelp, turning invisible for just a split second.

They both go silent. Elpenor stares at him with a surprised but excited look on his face, it has Polites suddenly feeling very nervous as he desperately tries to think of something to say. “Um.”

“You know, Polites, something tells me you might actually be wrong.” Elpenor says with a big grin, shifting into more of a kneeling position to lean in closer, making Polites lean back with a wobbly smile.

“B-but that doesn’t mahahake-“ Polites trails off into a fit of bubbly giggles as Elpenor reaches forward again with both hands this time to continue his attack on his sides, leaning to the side to dodge and batting at his hands. “-any sehense!“

Elpenor lets out a short ‘pffft’ sound. “Well, yeah, it probably doesn’t, but who cares? It’s still cool as hell!” He remains undeterred with Polites’ honestly pretty weak attempts at fighting him off, only moving to a different spot each time, like he’s trying to test out every one he can reach.

For Polites, it’s probably one of the strangest things he’s ever felt, but not in a bad way. It still very distinctly tickles, but in a more light and fuzzy way than he remembers, lighting up his nerves in a way that’s hard to get used to but wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. But god did it tickle like hell.

“Dude, this is great!” Elpenor says with mischievous delight. “I haven’t heard you laugh this much since you came back!” His smile slips a little as he gives it a bit more thought, and Polites thinks he hears something a bit more somber in his tone. “Or, like, at all actually.”

Elpenor doesn’t linger on that thought for very long, at least not for now, choosing to refocus on his task instead by moving his hands down to his stomach, scribbling everywhere he can reach without Polites’ hands getting in the way. And Polites hadn’t noticed it until Elpenor brought it up just how different he sounds, his now broken and raspy voice making for a very squeaky laugh, it’s… honestly kind of embarrassing.

“You sound like a mouse or something.” Elpenor snickers as if he can read his mind, and Polites tries to groan but it ends up sounding like more of a whine instead, a blue blush spreading across his face instantly.

“Shut uhuhup!” Polites aimed his protective smacking and shoving at Elpenor’s chest instead in an attempt to shut him up, and he can’t help but get a little defensive at that comment. “I gehehet ihit, ihihi’m different nohow!”

Elpenor gives him a bit of a strange look for a moment but he doesn’t say anything after that, just speeds up his hands even more and bounces around between spots with a new sense of determination. Until Polites decides that he can’t take much more of it and grabs onto Elpenor’s hands in a firm hold and gently tugs them away.

“Thahat…” Polites forced out through his residual giggles, curling up on the wooden floor and sending a playful glare Elpenor’s way. “…sucked.”

Elpenor raised an eyebrow. “You know, i really don’t remember ever hearing you say “stop” that whole time.” He stated, making Polites let out another groan. “Guess you’re not so different now after all.”

“What?”

“You said you were different now, but maybe you’re not as different as you think you are. Like, you’re still ticklish and stuff so that’s gotta mean something, right?” Elpenor awkwardly shuffled over to sit himself down right beside Polites, giving him a casual shrug. “And maybe there’s other stuff about you that’s still the same that you haven’t realized yet. You might look and sound different, but you’re still Polites.”

Polites took in his words with a surprised, wide-eyed look. But the more he thought about it, the more he started to think he might be right, a genuine smile forming on his face. He let himself lean against his friend, ignoring his lighthearted complaint about him being cold.

He’s still Polites.