#that they want to tickle me so bad they'll fight for it

[ticklingmesoftly]

When you're play-wrestling or in a tickle fight and you're doing okay and fighting them off and then they pin your arm or your leg or your ankle and you try to get away but you can't and they realize it as soon as you do and they do that cocky laugh and smirk and say something about you being trapped and you know you're fucked and you get that instant feeling of dread and your eyes widen and you immediately start begging "no no no, waitwaitwait, please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- " and you're already giggling and it's coming and you can't stop it and AGHHHHHH.

... just saying I'm totally normal about it. 🫠

[yeyinde]

kinda enamoured with the thought of our poor mc going to a dud of party but meeting Kyle and Johnny there (both looking as out of place as you feel) but instead of taking you home, they bring you back to Price and Ghost. a sweet little treat for them all to share.

and they're charming, of course. too charming. but alcohol numbs most of your inhibitions about how touchy they are. how physical. folding themselves into your space, leaning down to whisper in your ear when you can hear them just fine. hands on the small on your back. around your wrist. your waist. knuckles against your cheek—

god, you're such a pretty little thing, aren't you?

warm skin. breath that smells of thick, sweet cream and oaky black tea. hands curling under the hem of your shirt—shush, shush, doe, ahm jus' helpin' ye; yer hot, ain't ye? lemme help ye out o'yer jumper—thick, sunkissed fingers dancing over your skin.

you feel funny, you slur into his—Kyle, he huffs, grinning wide; wolfish: call me Kyle, sweet thing—neck, chasing the scent of spiced vanilla and wild, ripened plums. everything is spinning. spinning—

"god, he's gonna just love you—"

but they'll take you somewhere. home. you nod, nose tucked tight against his warm, steady pulse. "wanna go home—" you mumble into salt-tinged skin, and they laugh.

"oh, don't worry, beautiful. we'll get you right where you need to be."

you trust them, of course. let them usher you into their car, curled up against a broad, warm chest. lulled under a blanket of security wrapped tight in strong, firm arms. and if his hand wanders, fingers tickling the insides of your thighs. well—

you can't deny they're attractive. maybe you can get their number after and call them in the morning.

but that doesn't happen.

you wake to the sound of voices. hands sliding under your knees, around your shoulder. carried into a house that isn't your own—some strange cabin deep in the forest. the glow of the wood stove in the only light on inside, and you struggle to adjust to the thick orange haze.

"what's going on?" you ask, blinking at the sight that greets your liquid eyes.

Kyle places you down on a rug, holding your hips tight when you fumble. laughing, just a little, under his breath when you gasp.

sitting in an old, wooden chair is a man you've never seen before. big, broad. intimidating. his thick legs spread lazily—one kicked out against the rug, the other bent at the knee. and elbow rests on it. in his hand, a lit cigar. the other dangles, loose and lax, off the armrest. fingers curling, unfurling, into spasmic fists.

his eyes burn caeruleum in the flickering gold.

you fight back a shiver, but feel it slide like hot oil down your spine.

"what—?"

"my boys didn't explain it to you?" he asks, voice a rough, abrasive scratch in your head. gritty. porous. you feel it against your skin. fingers digging into your nape. bad girl. there's something about him that commands attention, and you give it easily as he tuts, pale lips pulling into a condescending sneer beneath the thick of his beard. "or maybe you just weren't payin' attention, sweetheart."

"attention to what—" sir almost trembles out. his lips twitch like he heard all the same. "i just want to go home—"

the hand dangling over the ledge flares to life. he flicks it careless around the room with a hum. "you are home."

"my real home—"

and then you see it.

he moves like liquid through the shadows. folds himself into the dark like its where he belongs. and you thought—and still very much do—the man sitting on his throne was large, intimidating, but it pales at the absurd height of this thing that slinks out of the corner with a heavy, laden gaze. powdered charcoal. endlessly black. flat, though. amused.

when he speaks, it's all brass. "what's this? Johnny brought 'ome a stray?"

"nah," you hear Kyle's grin. feel the phantom shift of sharp teeth against your neck. breathless laugher. warm hands. baby, you feel so good. "we found 'er in a club. lost little lamb."

"and you dragged her back to the wolf's den, mm?"

"you complainin', cap?"

it takes all of your willpower to tear your eyes off the man, but you manage. ripping them away until you find him—Price—again. he stares back with a lidded, heavy gaze. unflinching. hungry.

"not in the slightest."

Kyle purrs. "Johnny couldn't keep his hands off her, sir. might have some competition for who goes first."

cold air on your nape. dread bubbles up in your belly. "no—"

they continue like you hadn't spoken. like you don't exist. the man in the corner folds his thick arms over his broad chest, shaking his head a chainsaw-like grunt. laughter, you think.

but Price doesn't seem to find it nearly as funny. his teeth sink into the butt of the cigar with a growl. "gonna fight me for first, Sargeant?"

Johnny snorts, and rubs his finger under his nose.

"she's sweet," he murmurs, all wide-eyed and feverish. cheeks pinked under the warm spill of orange. "cannae blame a man fer wantin' such a pretty little thing—"

"back of the line," Kyle prods. and you wish his touch made your stomach churn, but that thread of intrigue, alcohol spooled want, still thrums in your veins.

"i just—" you stammer, eyes widening as real, tangible fear sets in. skewers into your belly. heart in your throat. the erratic echoes pounding in your ears. "i just want to go home."

"you are home, birdie—" he speaks and it feels like the walls shake. "didn't get a bright, did you, Johnny?"

"tha's mean, Lt—" his hands snake around your waist, pulling you into his hard chest. "didnae anyone teach ye 'ow tae chirp at birds?" the shorn sides of his Mohawk scratch against your cheek when he nuzzles, kittenish, against your face. "don't listen tae 'im, doe. yer th' sweetest, brightest lit'le thing—"

"mm, and such a bright little girl would know how to behave, wouldn't she?"

even with the alcohol dulling your senses—thoughts scattered and thin as two pairs of hands start pulling at your clothes, stripping you down to nothing—you can still see his words for what it is:

a threat.

as if to reinforce this idea, the man—Ghost, Johnny whines into your burning, stinging cheek, skin chafing from the graze of his buzzed sides: gotta 'ave a taste, Lt—moves, his body spilling out in a dizzying tumble of thick limbs. he stands by the door—the only one—and folds his arms over his chest once more, head cocking to the side as he stares down at you.

"don't worry, Johnny," he rumbles, lids slipping to half cresences over the ink black of his eyes. "i intend to."

the air stills when Price hums. your attention is pulled back to him instantly, but a part of you—all animal—halves it down the middle, keeping Ghost in your sights at all times. turning your back on him feels—

stupid.

you shiver.

Price shifts in the chair, reaching up for the cigar still pinched between his teeth. the look in his eyes is a startling, heavy thing. doom tastes like ash between your teeth.

"an' you're a bright girl, aren't you?"

it's not really a question. you nod anyway, feeling the fight in your body dissolve like wisps of smoke in the dense, thickened air. excitement, desire, hums—an electrical current—in the air, bubbling up between them. they move around you in a way that's dizzingly coordinated—a living, thrumming dance. stigmergy. as your clothes fall, as their hands grab your flesh, pinching and caressing, moaning in your ear about how soft you are, how sweet, one, horrifying thought thickens in the back of your head:

you know, then, that you're not going home.

"oh, sweetheart," Price drawls like he knows what you're thinking. a mocking little coo as he tucks his knuckles under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his burning gaze. there's something in there, you think. something awful. something hungry.

"you already are."

[specialgradefckr]

I'm curious about your last fic, if reader asked Suguru to break up with Satoru and never talk to him again, would he do it?. My other question is how would they react if reader just moved out one day without telling them anything?

(the fic in question: yandere!satosugu/reader)

hehehe what a fun question! i don't have any super concrete plans right now but asks like this really get me thinking!

would suguru dump satoru and go no contact?

nope. suguru is a MASTER manipulator. he would never let his relationship with you get to that point.

he would, in fact, send satoru to straight-up seduce you if he thought you were ready to make such a demand.

in the fic, you're crushing on suguru but you're still deeply attracted to satoru.

other than that, suguru and satoru would definitely find it hot if you tried to drive a wedge between them or limit their time together. they're both enchanted that you're so jealous, but i think satoru would also really like the "forbidden love" angle.

he's having secret little rendez-vous with suguru, who's trying to manage your feelings so he pushes him away and that absolutely tickles satoru. he might get a cnc kink out of it.

or just dubcon suguru outright, the way a man in a mutual relationship might dubcon a fully willing victorian lady who feels great social pressure to put on an air of reluctance.

they'll spend some time cozying up to you. mostly satoru, if you've come to want to push him away so much. you should remember you like him, too!

what if you just rage quit?

stalking time! but also once again, i think suguru is very in tune with your emotional state, and he'd likely take some kind of action before it got to that point.

you'd also have to be VERY quick. maybe arrange it at a time when they're both out.

suguru would find you almost instantly, and absolutely turn on the waterworks... pressure your many mutual friends and family (childhood friend, remember?)...

asking what he did wrong in so many mournful tones. why didn't you say something if it was so bad, just acting completely innocent when you call him out on his manipulative behavior.

gaslight gatekeep girlboss. you go suguru.

satoru's taking a more practical approach though. he shows up at your house, (skimpy) clothes disheveled, covered in bruises and scrapes, lip bleeding, tears in his eyes.

he'd spin some story about he and suguru had a fight/broke up and he went out, got drunk, got in a fight at a bar and now he can't go back to suguru looking like this, please...

he's in some kind of super slutty outfit too. crop tops, boob windows, shorts short enough for you to ride his thigh in.

and yeah he'll basically do whatever he can to get you to sleep with him. act all pitiful and pathetic. literally anything to get you tangled up back in their relationship again. he'd be sooooo smug about it to suguru, too XD

[chibimochii]

psst.. *slides you the goods*

He likes being tickled, he really does, and has trouble admitting it, but he's really bad at asking for them. Oftentimes, Aether has to ascertain from his body movements, like when Xiao bounces one leg while seated, or maybe he gets super fidgety, sometimes huffs or sighs impatiently out of the blue. During times like these, Aether will often ask him, "Would you like..?" and Xiao will look up at him with a nod and the faintest glimmer in his eyes, which prompts Aether to approach him with outstretched arms, maybe a slight wiggle to his fingers, and Xiao already his arms up against his chest, snorting as Aether starts with gentle pokes, as if discovering Xiao's spots all over again. They'll fall back against the bed or grass, wherever they might be, and Aether will keep the same pace, watching as the corners of his mouth slowly begin to tug upwards. Xiao's laughter is free-flowing, hardly forced, and he'll drape one arm over his face to cover the blush flowering across his cheeks. When Aether asks if he'd like to keep going, Xiao will give a small nod, but sometimes, that's not a sufficient answer, and Aether needs a little more than that. "C'mon, use your words," he'll encourage him, and Xiao whines through sparsed laughter because this is the hardest part for him, but as Aether's fingers begin to pull away, Xiao will finally mumble through gritted teeth "don't stop.. please" which isn't exactly asking for tickles, but it's close enough in Aether's book. Baby steps, of course.

You 👏are👏 saying👏 the truth!!!👏👏👏

It's something he isn't used to. First of all physical affection in general? But also- it makes him feel nice and warm inside??

First time he got tickled by accident, Aether must've tried to brush off some dust on his side which made him jump. "Ah sorry, I should've asked before touching you"... but why did it feel so nice? Hello?? And how in the gods above would he be able to say that to the traveler? (Man's got a huge crush if you don't see it have these 👓)

He has been tickled in his past by his brothers and sisters. Sure. But that was a long.. long time ago that he forgot what it felt like. And now, he has someone that makes him so safe... doesn't mean he finds it easier to admit what's going on in his head.

Enjoying it is something they do have in common tho, which does make the whole thing a lot easier. Because as you said. Aether can definitely read xiaos body language and recognize it "oh, I see~" but he can't always just, get him right away. Because Xiao's fight response is likely on 99% of the time and would end up having a spear pointed at him. Especially when it's in the beginning. Baby steps is the way to go, just like every lantern rite. He learns to get out of his comfort zone. Wanting to spend more time with the people he cares about, he will learn to enjoy the little things that make him feel happy. Like tickles, good for him (•3•)♡

Thank you for this- I went wayyy over board but ugh- you did give me some real goods T-T

[kragggon]

"So! I was out and about in the mountains near my home city, looking for interesting creatures to take pictures of. I got stopped by a wildling kobold-- much taller, beefier, and more uh... 'traditional'? Cousins to us cityling kobolds. He told me in Scalespeak (thank Sahvriyol I speak it) that I wasn't welcome in their territory, and I may've listened to him and the pike he was whirling around if he wasn't riding a Silver Monster!!

I'd never seen one before, not even in the Phonan zoos, so I begged him for a chance to get some pictures, maybe give it a pet or two? He thought it was funny, and said as long as I turn around and leave right after, he'd allow it. Needless to say, that was the best experience I had that day! His name was Kirasir (the Silver Monster I mean) and he was very friendly and surprisingly photogenic! I don't think I got a single bad picture of him.

Silver Monsters in general are pretty friendly monsters-- they'll only attack if you have 'food' on you. They're a species of Insectoid Arcfauna, and a very close cousin of Rust Monsters who eat tarnish instead of rust: despite the name, they don't eat just silver. Wannabe pathmakers, don't forget to memorize all the metals that tarnish: steel is one of them!

They are social pack monsters, who live as part of a hive in a biiiiig underground network of tunnels that they carve from the earth. They communicate by rubbing their antennae with each other's: certain patterns mean certain things to them. Kirasir tickled my arms quite a few times with his, I'm not sure what he was saying but I hope it was something happy! Due to tarnishable metals being a little rarer than rusting ones, they're a bit smaller than their Rust Monster cousins, so they can eat less. Their carapace is also a bit smoother, since they prefer to run away when threatened: they're incredible burrowers, and they can dig a hole and hide in less than 15 seconds, even in solid stone! Still, it's probably not a good idea to go out and pester them. Silver Monsters will fight back when they have numbers or are cornered, and even if you're not wearing tarnishable armor, their bite is designed to pierce rock, so it'll certainly take a chunk out of you. However, they don't usually fight to kill, and once you back off or can't chase them anymore, they'll probably run away.

Unlike Rust Monsters, which are a bit more aggressive, Silver Monsters make great pets! They're very friendly and they have a surprising amount of personality-- they're even great with kids! However, I implore you to do a ton of research before you go get one. You don't want to be one of the people that has their houses fall down when the braces to your support beams get eaten! However, it's certainly possible if you're wealthy enough to keep them well-fed and you have a large enclosure made out of non-tarnishable, sturdy metal. I hate having to say this so often, but when you're getting a pet, especially an exotic one, do. Your. Homework. However, the groups who have the most unanimous success with Silver Monsters are the wildling kobolds.

I guess I should probably talk about them too, huh? Wildling kobolds live in tribes out in the wilderness-- they would make great insight for all kinds of beasts if they weren't so territorial. They make great smiths, combatants, and beastmasters, making Silver Monsters perfect companions to them: not only can the wildlings feed them well, but they're small enough to ride the Silver Monsters as mounts! Wildling scouts like the ones I met patrol the crags with hooked pikes, designed to grab and pull to make up for their height disadvantage. Coupled with the facts that Silver Monsters can climb on walls and up trees, a skilled wildling kobold rider is an amazing fighter, able to use their environment to gain all kinds of advantages over their opponent.

I'm glad that guy (I forget his name, sorry) thought I was funny, because I admit I was pretty intimidated to see him! He was a pretty relaxed guy once the initial tension died down. I will say, DO NOT DO WHAT I DID. I am a kobold, and even if I am a cityling, wildling kobolds still somewhat see us as 'kin'. They are extremely territorial as I said, and they will not give a non-kobold a second chance. You've been warned! "

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Written by @pyyakelp, slightly edited by me. In case y'all didn't know, we share lore with our stuff.

[giggly-squiggily]

I feel there is a lacking of Toma Hiragi content in our humble community, gang. Please allow me to change that.

Tickle headcanons below the cut!

-Words cannot begin to express how much I love this man. Someone get him a gift basket of stomach medicines and band tee-shirts.

-Okay onto the headcanons kjarjeakjre; I think his worst spot would be his stomach? Maybe it's all the medicine he takes, but he's giving me Pillsbury dough boy- poke him and he'll jump back and giggle energy.

-Umemiya likes to tickle him there a lot; trapping him in a tickle hug and "massaging" his gut to help ease the pain while Toma's a giggly mess in his arms ajrjeakrkjeawkjrk

-He's giving tickly armpits too. Wiggle a finger under one and he's swinging kjarkeakjrjkea He'll never actually hurt you of course, but be ready to duck or step back if you choose to do so.

-His knees and thighs are giggle spots; squeezing them makes him kick and snicker. You'd have to hold him down good though; this man is a thrasher! He'll try to avoid making contact, but tickling him makes him physically spazz out.

-Gruff, kinda wheezy laugh! A smoker's laugh without the habit. If you get a particularly bad spot, he'll fall to the ground in a heap and just kinda die? Family guy death pose but immediately squirmy when you start tickling him again akjerajrakjr

-You need to be ROUGH with this man- he can gargoyle through the feathery stuff with ease. Like- not so much it hurts, but just a bit more than the pressure you'd think. The only exception would be his stomach- he can't guard from that at ALL.

-Relentless ler- by far the most dangerous one of all of Bofurin. Umemiya's the one who starts all the tickle fights, but Toma's one of the few who can successfully get him back. (Kotoha is the other one)

-He's not above tickling if it works. Sugishita's being particularly grumpy? Sakura fiesty? Nirei won't stop rambling? Umemiya? Tickles. It's rare when he does break them out, but you can usually tell by the screams when he does.

-Not much of a teaser, but his voice gets all soft and gentle when he tickles someone- a contrast to him chewing someone out. You know how he talks to Sako? That's how soft and kind it is. For some it's even worse than any teasing phrases Kiryu or Suo could say. (Some = Sakura).

-Post tickles depend on the person and how he's feeling. Most of the time he's usually the one getting got, so his immediate response is to tickle back. It's rare for him to just lay there and take it. When he does he just kinda groans with a laugh. If you're his S/O or comfortable with it, he'd pull you in his arms and just hold you against him.

-I feel like the other kings get him from time to time; especially Tsubakino. Even the slightest thought that Toma is stressing himself out beyond normal and they'll give him a few "distractions" to help him calm down. It works wonders- for a few moments anyway, Toma doesn't have as much pain after.

That's all I have now! Maybe I'll do the other boys later? 👀 Lemme know who you want next!

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

I just realized I can leave asks to moots and make them rant- I mean, let them answer at length if they want to

Thinking about lmk lately, got any headcanons u haven't shared yet? Or some that u really like? could we have some? Pretty please?

yes, u can do that :3 anyways I was going to post some stuff about shadowpeach at some point so anon sorry if u don't like shadowpeach (also sorry if anon is @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc honestly a lot of these we've already talked about)

anyways here's some shadowpeach headcanons ... actually this is more like wukong & macaque (basically shadowpeach) things i don't see often at all but they still live free rent in my head

or whatever:

Because he's blind in one eye Macaque has really bad depth perception so he needs glasses and because of the trigram furnace Wukong also needs glasses but he doesn't want to admit that he does. Later however Macaque starts wearing glasses, (and Wukong's a total simp over it) so wukong finally admits he needs them too and now both monkies have glasses except a lot of the time when Macaque and Wukong try to kiss now the glasses get the way :3

Because: shapeshifting, Wukong can always be whatever height he wants to be. If he wants to be the little spoon? well now he's short. If he wants to rest his chin on top of Macaque's head? Well now he's tall. And so on and so forth.

They have those "I'm stupid/I'm with stupid" shirts that they'll often wear to crowded places to help keep track of each other.

Wukong also has a white shirt with sharpied words on it that say "Macaque come pick me up I'm scared" and it's his favorite shirt.

They love to pick each other up, both are strong enough to so honestly it's second nature to them also both are very clingy/touch starved/touchy so picking each other up helps with that. They also love piggyback rides, holding tails/hands/feet, lying/sitting on top of each other, hugs, feet rubs, biting each other, and nuzzling each other.

Another thing they love to do is tickle each other with their tails.

However due to ✨ the horrors ✨ they don't like having the other touch their face very much (or most ppl touching their face tbh)

Anyways, Wukong is utter shit at pick up lines, but they somehow work on Macaque

In turn Macaque is a horrible dancer (u can try & pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands) but Wukong loves and enjoys it when Macaque does dance

The pair have two beds in their bed room instead of just one just in case they fight / they just don't want to sleep in the bed so when they sleep together every square of space counts because the beds are smaller to fit the room

These monkies also have matching onesies and they also buy/win stuffies for each other so they have a collection

These two are also a very competitive couple, weather if it's with each other or other people

Macaque has a set number of pet names he will always use, (ex. three pet names), and whenever he doesn't use one of said three it means something is wrong/he's pissed/etc. However Wukong will usually use just the first pet name/nick name that pops into mind.

If you ever happen to watch a disney/pixar/dreamworks movie with them they'll sing the songs at the top of their lungs, especially if it's a love song

Wukong likes Macaque's drawings and thinks they're awesome, he's like "LOOK! LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND'S BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGS! LOOK AT THEM!!"

A lot of times they send pictures to each other of monkeys or things somewhat similar to the other always captioned with "this you?" (they love teasing each other)

Wukong likes showing affection with a lot of the 72 transformations so Macaque has been tackled by dog Wukong many times, or had cat Wukong fall asleep on him, or has had hamster Wukong hide in his scarf, etc.

Wukong drools and Macaque snores when they sleep

Because of Macaque being a night owl and Wukong being an early bird (or vice versa) the two are always dragging each other to bed/lying on top of each other to try and get them to sleep while the other tries to escape

Macaque can wax poetry until the cows come home but every once and awhile Wukong says some poetic bullshit that just kills Macaque

Macaque is a baby magnet so whenever they go out in public children are always going up to him or staring at him but Macaque is horrible with/very not interested in children so it leads to funny predicaments that Wukong has to keep himself from laughing at

Many of their dates are just them going "lets see what the fuck happens" before heading out and letting the way of the universe (and their own adhd) decide what they are going to do today

They are old gay ass men that still call each other 'boyfriend' like their 17

And last but not least the monkies have a special sign language they created when they first met (and later perfected over the years) because when they first met Wukong was very bad at controlling the volume of his voice and Macaque was still perfecting his ear deafening spells for his six ears so they came up with hand signals/sign language they could use instead. They still use the hand signals but they later got so good at reading each other that they have a kind of telepathy with each other that they don't have with anyone else.

[ticklystuff]

Helololo Hope you had a nice day

My name team is Xiao, Faruzan, Xianyun and Furina

ask game is closed!

hello~ thanks for sending your squad! also omg you have xiao's exodia team, how does it feel to be so powerful

who’s the most ticklish character

it's a toss-up between xiao and furina, but i think i'm gonna give this one to xiao! he's just a tiny bit more ticklish than her, something she constantly holds over him and feels the need to remind everyone about lol

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

xianyun because well.. she's a bird lol but yes even bird ladies can be ticklish! DO NOT TICKLE HER THOUGH unless you want an hour long lecture about how you should respect the adepti that protect the land but for some reason it's ok to her when xiao is the one being tickled also faruzan! she was trapped in that pyramid for a century so like has her nervous system changed at all?? can she still feel things? (she doesn't according to her but don't let her fool you!)

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

xiao and furina but it's furina a little more! the gang tickles are usually initiated by xianyun and i can imagine her having a little soft spot for xiao and i feel like she and furina would butt heads because furina can be a diva at times and xianyun would probably want her to be a little more disciplined but furina isn't her disciple so tickles is the best she can do to get furina under control lol

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

i don't think this would apply to any of them! HOWEVER xianyun and faruzan would absolutely announce people's tickle spots whenever they manage to learn about them. i like to think that they have this constant rivalry and any time one manages to discover a new spot of the other, they'll run to xiao and furina to reveal what they've learned lol xiao is just like as long y'all keep me out of it, we're good

who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

oki i like to think that sometimes xianyun will do like partial transformations, so like sometimes she'll have her wings out even as a human (or maybe she has her bird head but human body alksdjf) anyway idk if that made sense but just imagine her with her human body, but also her bird wings and faruzan, wanting to see if she could still be ticklish as a bird, sneaks up on her and strokes her wings and xianyun can still make bird noises too as a human so she just does this ugly squawking noise aklsdjflk

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

ohhh mmm this one's hard! i personally think they'd all be bad lers lol xiao would be the biggest loser though! he's just.. so inept at tickling and easily crumples to simple pokes and turns into a giggly mess. furina is the same way, but i think she would at least try to put up a fight. xiao just turns into incoherent giggles and babbles lol

which character has a kink for tickling

none!

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

i personally don't think that furina would've had much physical interaction with people when she was an archon, so she was probably deprived of tickles. like, she knows what tickling is and has seen people tickle each other, but never understood why people laugh when tickled, until xianyun tickled her one day

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

xianyun with.. everyone lol she can be very aggressive when it comes to tickling furina and faruzan because there's just something that snaps in her when it comes to them, but for xiao, she's much softer and careful with him. probably cause they've known each other for a while, but she will baby him and give him tickly hugs and HE HATES IT because it's embarrassing and he doesn't need stuff like this ughasdklfjkl

[agdistis-sanctified]

Cable Playlist

This will be all over the place; STRAP IN.

❧ You Know Where to Find Me - Imogen Heap This song is about friendship and also about a river: soothing and healing, but also a terrifying and turbulent force of nature. There's something about the otherworldly, compassionate, dangerous, and very layered vibe of this song that I associate with Cable, a savior complex, with what it's like for Wade & co. to be close to him. Song really hits around Don't mistake my charity / For what it is / A deep need to be needed, necessary

❧ Wake Up and Smell the Coffee - The Cranberries Parenthood song in the context of both Tyler and Hope? ;_; (+☕)

❧ It's Called: Freefall - Rainbow Kitten Surprise Thought to give friends what I thought that they wanted / Never had they needed a good friend as I've been / Don't get me venting on friends who resent you / 'Cause all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to / They thought was a necklace, and reckless, they fell into hell / Where you both hang with nothing to do but / Scratch, kick, let gravity win, like / Fuck this, let gravity win, like / You could leave it all behind / Even the Devil needs time alone sometimes / You could let it all go / You could let it all go / It's called freefall

❧ Nutshell - Alice in Chains We chase misprinted lies / We face the path of time / And yet I fight, and yet I fight / This battle all alone / No one to cry to / No place to call home

❧ Night of the Swallow - Kate Bush Song is an argument between a smuggler and someone telling him not to go on his next flight. Something about "Let me fly! Give me something to show for my miserable life!" from the smuggler, and his assurances that there's no risk ("Though pigs can fly, they'll never find me posing as the night"), always tickles my Cable radar.

❧ Army of Me - Bjork Technically this is not what the song is about at all, but there are great dystopian horror vibes here if you want them. Something awful happening while "You're on your own now / We won't save you" plays.

❧ Pitch the Baby - Cocteau Twins Potential Askani Clan vibes?? There's something here, I know it. (The direction I always go in for Askani vibes is Cocteau Twins and Bjork; this song just happens to be particularly catchy.)

❧ rise - Origa Peak "soldier savior from the future" vibes. (Great options all across the Ghost in the Shell franchise, really.)

❧ Bat Out of Hell - Meatloaf "According to Irene, if any one song described Cable, it was Meatloaf's 'Bat Out of Hell.'" This is an actually insane thing from canon and I love it. This song is cool and reckless and corny and exciting and wholehearted and I can fuck with that. Ridiculous. On a similar note, I can't lie, I have Blinded By the Light by Manfred Mann's Earth Band and Holy Diver by Dio on my Cable playlist, too.

❧ I wanted some distinctly schlocky "soldier savior from the future" songs on the playlist because that felt right. His design is so fun. There's a layer to it all that's colorful and shameless. The Nexus and Digital World by Amaranthe, Veil of Elysium, End of Innocence, and Revolution by Kamelot, Star of the Age by Shearwater, Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin, Utopia by Within Temptation.

❧ Style - Foster the People brazenness

❧ BLOODMONEY - Poppy I enjoy this just as a ~vibes~ song for potential futures where Cable is evil. (War!Cable, overrun-by-TO!Cable, etc.) There's probably a SOPHIE song out there that would be perfect for this as well.

❧ A Bad Dream - Keane War grief. I think of a story he recounts somewhere in the 90s about trying to save an enemy combatant...

❧ Where Do We Draw the Line - Poets of the Fall What does tomorrow want from me? / What does it matter what I see? / If it can't be my design / Tell me where do we draw the line?

❧ Tired - Su Lee Crumbling workaholic. Bloodshot eyes in the dark / Is this even worth it? I don't know / I'm tired / Wish I could go back in time / To when I was a baby / Gotta gotta go back to work / Gotta gotta go back to work / Gotta gotta go back to work

❧ They make sense in my head and ymmv but I have run out of comments: Duvet by Bôa, Not Strong Enough by boygenius, Talkin' Bout a Revolution by Tracy Chapman, Michael Myers Resplendent by The Mountain Goats.

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[squeaky-n-blushy]

How

How do you keep writing such amazing, adorable fics even after you've written so many? BECAUSE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS WAS BEYOND CUTE. Kanene. I am enamoured with the way you write Lan Xichen. I adore how much of a gremlin you make him, BEING ALL PLAYFUL AND SOFT. This entire fic had me giggling in joy, BECAUSE IT'S IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO BE GIDDY READING YOUR PORTRAYAL OF THIS CHARACTER AND THE SITUATIONS™ YOU PUT HIM INTO

LET'S GO SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

IT STARTS OFF ADORABLE. AND THEN IT JUST STAYS ADORABLE THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE THING, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???? (The tiny bit about Madam Lan at the beginning though ooooohhhhhh ooaaauuuggghhhhhh)

THE VERY FIRST SCENE OF THE LAN BROTHERS AND LAN QIREN READING TOGETHER WAS ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS- JUST IMAGINING THE TEENY TINY LANS HAS MY HEART SOARING. And the small mention of Lan Huan tucking A-Zhan into bed AAAUUGGHH i feel like everything about this fic is out to kill me

AND TINY LAN HUAN PLANNING TO SNEAK INTO HIS DIDI'S BED PLEASE PLEEEAAASEEE IM GONNA DIE IS THIS WHAT PEOPLE CALL BABY FEVER? They're not around their parents often, their shufu isn't too affectionate, but they'll always have one another <3

Lan Qiren you really had an entire monologue in your mind just to convince yourself to show your nephew some affection, that stick in your ass must be too far up, old man. BUT SEEING HIM BEING SOFT WAS SO SWEET <3 <3

[(he was still learning when touch was and wasn't welcome for him)] Kanene. get outside right now. we're gonna fight we're gonna sair na mão. IT'S THE TEENY TINY PRECIOUS LITTLE DETAILS LIKE THIS THAT MAKES YOUR WRITING SO PHENOMENAL. EVERYTHING MAKES ME WANT TO CLAW AT THE WALLS BUT THE WALLS HAVE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE MY INSANITY SO IM GONNA CLAW AT YOU INSTEAD GET OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW WE GONNA FIGHT

TINY LAN ZHAN GIVING HIS BROTHER BUNNY KISSES TOO I AM GOING TO DIE.

The Tickle Monster awakening within Xichen for the first time and him being like "Huh- *blinks* I don't know where this came from but that's just the way things are now :D"

“Xiongzhang is very bad at bunny kisses.” AS HE LOOKS SO SERIOUS AND EXASPERATED WITH THAT TINY POUT AND THOSE CHUBBY LITTLE CHEEKS. THAT'S A BAAAAAABYYYYYY

Sect Leader Yao slander RAAAAAAAAHHHH 🔥🔥🔥💪💪💪

[There was barely a movement of white and suddenly Lan Wangji froze in his careful, unbothered march, lips pressed in a tight line as his arms unfolded from their position from behind his back to clue on his sides protectively. The feeling of a silly urge to smile bubbled, just as his attention immediately turned to his older brother.] HE'S BEEN CONDITIONED JADKSHALDHAJSH he already knows what to expect

The two of them just standing at the door, not wanting to leave themselves open to an attack omfg how does the silliness fit inside of them

THEIR BANTER WHILE THEY'RE PLAYING AROUND. I LOVE THE HEADCANON THAT LANS ARGUE USING THE RULES

"No tickles" Wangji says and Xichen sighs in defeat, like a LIAR

No wonder Lan Wangji grew to be such a talented cultivator, usually cultivators have to join night hunts to practice getting away from monsters' attacks. Lan Wangji had a monster is his very own home, so he could train whenever <3 how thoughtful of Xichen, helping his didi grow more agile <3

LWJ still being jumpy afterwards when Xichen was innocently just trying to eat his dinner hakdhakdhsks

NEXT SCENE AND OOOOOOH, OOOOHHHHH JIN GUANGYAO MENTIONED ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️AND XIAO JIN LING IS HERE TOO!!!!! ITTY BITTY SMALLER THAN AN ATOM

Pause. Jingyi and A-Yuan calling LXC Xichen-ge is actually the sweetest thing. Especially Jingyi, who's not really related to Xichen as far as we know. Xichen may be the future Sect Leader, but he watched these kids grow, helping them along the way and goofing off with them, letting them be children. Xichen may be the future Sect Leader, but to the baby Lans, first and foremost, he's Xichen-ge <3

[Lan Yuan’s belly recoiled from the idea of taking the baby away from his family. If he was Jin Ling, he would be very sad with this plan.] Ooohhhhh sweet boy,,,,, honey,,,, A-Yuan,,,,,,,,

LXC CALLING A-YUAN "little bunny" YEEEEES YEEEEEEEEEES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES BOFU LAN XICHEN‼️‼️ THAT'S HIS LITTLE NEPHEW WHO HE ADORES DEARLY

It's always funny seeing Lan Yuan and Lan Sizhui together, just by looking at them you'd never guess which one was born into the Lan Sect and which one was (partially) raised by Troublemaker Supreme Wei Wuxian.

Jin Guangyao watching it all with a knowing smile as the chaos happens eheheheheeeee

["No tickling" Lan Xichen agrees] LIKE A LIAR

"No sneaking to talk with Jin-Zongzhu far away!" TEEHEEEEE TALKING. YES. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THEY DO, FAR AWAY FROM INNOCENT EYES.

LER!LAN XICHEN COULD RIVAL NIE HUAISANG IN HIS BURRINHA INOCENTE ACT. IT'S ALWAYS "Am I?" THIS "Am I?" THAT, BATTING HIS LONG AND PRETTY EYELASHES WITH THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO'S DONE NO WRONG IN HIS LIFE EXCEPT LIE BLATANTLY WHILE HE WRECKS HIS LOVED ONES WITH TICKLES

A-Yuan wanting raspberries too- what if I ascended

[“Er-ge must be really hungry today.” A-Yao glided closer, uncaring for how Jin Ling chewed at the string of his hat, a playful light in his eyes. “Perhaps I should assure a larger assortment of snacks during our time in the conference. Jintali is proud of their hospitality, especially for allies.”] MY BLORBO MY BLORBO IT'S MY BLORBOOOOOOOOO💕💖💕💖💕💖

[“What is happening here? Who is being murdered?!”] YOUR BLORBO!!!!!! THE SOUR GRAPE HIMSELF OMG HIIIII

Jiang Cheng's demeanor softening as he stares at the kids- again, I AM GOING TO DIE.

WHAT WAS UP WITH THAT FROWN AFTER A-YUAN SPOKE. IS JIANG CHENG THINKING A-YUAN SEEMS A LITTLE FAMILIAR OR WHAT?? 👁️👁️

[“And then he’s gone forever?” Lan Shizui held Jingyi’s hand tightly, voice so small and low that it broke their hearts a little. A-Yao pressed his lips firmly, a bit guilty. ] BABY BABY NOOOOOO. Also,,,,,, Jin Guangyao,,,, Jin Guangyao,,,,,,,, how much do you know?

JINGYI WANTING TO MOUTH OFF TO JIANG CHENG AHDKSHKSHSKDHSM IT'LL ONLY GET WORSE AS YOU GET OLDER KIDDO

THE ENDING- JINGYI AND SIZHUI WERE LITERALLY JUST DOING THEIR OWN THINGS IN PEACE AND LAN XICHEN DECIDED IT WAS ATTACK TIME

KANEEEENEEEEE I AM OVERJOYED WITH THIS. THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH US AND OMFGGGGG I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE GONNA GET MORE CHAPTERS OF THIS. I AM GOING TO DIE AND ASCEND SO MANY TIMES I'LL BEAT XIE LIAN'S RECORD. THE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE EAGERLY AWAITED <3

The Collection (First Chapter)

1. Escape

Kanene's notes: I USED TO PRAY!!!!! I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS. Finally after so much time and struggling and writing and screaming this is done!! Watch me fall dead on the floor okijuytrfgthjkjh. This is the longest chapter from the all to start with a golden star! I really hope you all like this, it's a personal project of mine that I am very happy to complete

Kanene's warnings: Light Angst, nostalgia, tooth-rooting fluff, mouth tickles (raspberries and nibbles) and tickles between family, all sfw ofc! Around 10.000 words. Ler!Lan Xichen and Lee!Wangji + Jingyi + Shizui

[~*~]

Lan Xichen is a collector of treasures.

He doesn’t remember when it started or for which reason. Perhaps the idea had been a fruit of seeing his shufu dutifully making copies of his most treasured scrolls and aligning them with care in his room. Maybe who set his heart on it had been his own mother, who learned to preserve her favorite flowers from their monthly bouquet and keep them guarded in between the pages of her favorite poetry books, always smiling and never complained when he and A-Zhan asked her to see them again and again. Perhaps it was one of the elders who teached him that precious things must be guarded safe and close, maybe it was a lesson he got from a book… In the end, none of this truly mattered.

His collection had little to do with pages or books. It was not something he could proudly show someone or be afraid of getting too large and running out of space. However, it was full of riches much rarer than the most expensive fabric or the purest gold, each one of them was unique and special in a way that could never be shown or gathered again. They were small enough to be carried with him all the time, always close to his heart and he would (or could) never think about selling or giving not even one away. They had no physical attribute to be priced and no human in the world capable of seeing its complete value.

It’s nature, in his feelings, could be also a result of his values and sect, a part of being a Lan, of having something that you love so deeply ingrained thoroughly into every fiber of yourself until there's no point in trying to understand where it ends and you begin.

However, Lan Xichen does remember the very first item of his collection.

(...)

“And the fluffy bunny thanked the kind cultitrator-”

“Cultivator.”

“Cultivator.” He pronounced each syllable slowly, until it sounded more like the adult’s correction. Lan Quiren hummed lightly in agreement without opening his eyes, so he must have said it right. Lan Huan controlled his big, proud smile, the best he could (one must not be arrogant, for it spoils the soul and destroy the humanity) but it still escaped when Lan Zhan’s small hand tugged his robes impatiently, eyes dropping with sleep, and yet refusing to give up, being held awake only by his own stubbornness to listen to the end of the story. “The fluffy bunny thanked the kind cultivator with lots of bunny kisses, happy to have a new friend and finally get back to home again. With a juyuful jump-”

“Joyful.”

“With a joyful jump,” he sneaked a look at his Shufu, who hummed again, “she landed on the green grass, tasty and fresh, and hopped back to her family. The end.”

Lan Zhan watched him close the book, soft and content, finally giving up to his exhaustion, eyes closing slowly. Shufu, in contrast, opened his and turned to look at Lan Huan with a short nod, a hand coming to press on his back until it was set into a straighter posture. 

His gaze travelled and then stopped at the younger boy. “A-Zhan, wish a goodnight to your Xionzhang and Shufu. It’s time for you to sleep and for me to retire.”

Lan Huan had time to put the book back to the shelf where it belonged, back with his other books and scrolls for studies, and then come back to tuck his didi in as shufu prepared Lan Huan’s bed, until Lan Zhan eventually did what was asked. He waited until their eyes were on him, stared deeply at the adult and then just as long at his Xiongzhang and then hummed clearly, head falling back on his pillow, quickly falling into a deep leep.

“Good night, A-Zhan.” Both him and Lan Qiren answered in sync, the first with a smile and the second with a huff, watching the smallest with their own kind of fondness. 

His shufu cleaned his throat softly and Lan Huan climbed in his own bed, plans of sneaking in the middle of the night to his didi’s own momentarily forgotten with how much his mind was too occupied, brow furrowed in contemplation. Like this, he took off his forehead ribbon and carefully folded and placed it with his outer robes, next to his bed.

A gruffy, low voice pulled him back from his thoughts the same time it tucked him under a pair of thick blankets. The fall was getting closer.

“One must speak if there is a reason to do so and avoid letting fruitful thoughts fester.”

“Shufu…” His voice slow, hinted with a serious thoughtfulness that has been appearing more and more with the passage of the years.

Lan Qiren felt himself get even more straight, sharp eyes looking in his nephew’s face, hoping to find something that would help him get a glimpse of what was going into the boy’s mind. Lan Huan was growing faster each day and he knew that very soon he would start to make questions that Lan Qiren would either dread or not know the answer. He didn’t think it would be so soon.

“Can a human give bunny kisses?”

The adult almost sighed out loud in relief, then chided himself for his presumptions. It was yet too soon. Only then he registered his words.

“Where does your doubt come from?”

“The bunny said thank you to the cultivator, but didn’t receive anything back.” Lan Huan sounded worried. “They were happy together, but the human can’t live together with the bunny’s family…Couldn’t then the cultivator give her a bunny kiss too? Before she went away forever?”

“She received her entire family back, so she showed gratitude, the bunny kiss was already the result of a gift, not the beginning of one. Besides, one must not assume too much, perhaps they can continued visiting each other.” He answered, a hand holding his beard, which soon was forming into a nice goatee, maybe Qiren could let it grow, see how it would turn out. “As for your question, I think a human can give someone a kiss akin to the bunny in the story, holding the same purpose, even if different in their nature.”

“How?” 

“You rub the tip of your nose softly on the person.” He carried himself stiffly, his words quick and cutting. For a moment the quiet prevailed and the adult let the boy think about his words.

It was a calm night, soon enough the wind would get strong enough and sweeping the old leaves of their streets would become a new punishment and chore. Another winter would come and then would go again. Lan Huan would start his music lessons soon and begin to learn etiquettes and greetings necessary for conferences, presentations and the rest of his future. He already didn’t need his strict uncle to read his favorite story before bed anymore or hold his hand tightly before departing to his morning classes. He learned how to tie his own forehead ribbon and how to control his thoughts to be shared after meals, and talked more and more excitedly for the day he would receive his courtesy name. 

Lan Zhan too, as every good younger brother did (as Lan Qiren once did in a forgotten past, as well), started following Huan’s every step, eager with hawk eyes watching in awe his older brother’s every move, every word, his every right and wrong, mirroring it with all the skill could. He waved away Qiren’s help in dressing himself and ran to Huan to ask for his nightly stories. They no longer went searching for him during his nightmares nor cried for him when they were hungry or fuzzy, too tired to comprehend their own feelings.

And yet, Lan Zhan still held his robes and trailed after him for hours, pouty and determinately protective, everytime after Qiren came back from a long conference. Lan Huan continued to look at him for guidance with such bright, curious eyes after watching him spar and flooding him with questions, never afraid of being admonished for how long or simple they were.

They were growing into fine, young boys who would soon be fine, young mans. That was a good thing, Qiren thought. It was. 

In the end, he sighed and made his decision.

“Like this.” Lan Qiren lowered his head and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose on his nephew’s small (yet so, so small) forehead. Then he promptly straightened back and turned around, ignoring the delighted, soft gasp from the kid behind him as he walked away.

“Good night, A-Huan.”

And like this, it was born a tradition.

Right on the next day, Lan Huan got up and, seeing that Lan Zhan was awake too, immediately turned to him with an excited smile.

“Good morning, A-Zhan.” The younger one watched him with wonder in his eyes, clearly curious about what made his brother so bright so early. Lan Huan chuckled and wormed himself across the mattress until he could sit on its border, getting closer to the other. “I have a surprise for you. Do you want it?”

Lan Zhan turned to look at his empty hands with narrowing eyes, but his curiosity ended up winning, his head nodding as he stepped closer, confused and eager to know what he would get.

“It is a…” Huan gave it a pause to increase the antecipation, “a bunny kiss!”

His attempt to replicate the light nuzzle in his brother’s forehead was much more clumsy than his shufu, but as he quickly retreated to analyze his didi’s reaction (he was still learning when touch was and wasn’t welcome for him), Lan Zhan’s eyes were wider than normal, mouth open and eyes staring at him in surprise before looking up, hands slowly coming to rest on his forehead, just around the place the ‘bunny kiss’ was laid, being careful to not touch it. 

That was a good sign. The older brother beamed.

“I learned from your story!” Lan Huan got up and started to dress for the day, carefully tying his forehead ribbon before putting on the layers of his robes. Breakfast would begin soon and shufu would come to collect them not much long before. “Did you like it?”

“...Not a bunny.”

Lan Huan couldn’t really refute this, as it was true and lying was prohibited in Cloud Recess, so he simply hummed in agreement and continued his morning routine, just like he has been taught. 

Soon, there was a small hand tugging at his wrist and pulling his attention. As Huan whirled around, his didi smacked his face on his palm, turning from one side to another in an even more clumsy bunny kiss. Lan Huan felt like bouncing, body almost trembling with the effort of keeping his control. 

Lan Zhan looked at him and then, with a very satisfied air, went back to prepare himself.

Ever since then, Bunny Kisses became something to expect on their daily routine, except for their shufu, who who only fell to the tradition once or twice, always in quick bolts that would disappear as soon as they came to be never mentioned again. However, between the two kids it was their new way to say Goodmorning and Goodnight, a Thank-You for when Lan Zhan kept him company during his long afternoons of studies and a See-You-Soon for when they had to head different classes during the morning.

It was only natural, then, that soon Lan Huan’s mind, bright and curious in the peak of childhood, discovered how such a soft form of affection could be used for much more playful mischievousness than it was firstly intended. 

(...)

Lan Huan carefully set his brush down, mindful to not let any drop of ink fall on his table or calligraphy exercise, for the danger of having to write all of it again. With a quiet sigh of relief he looked at his didi, too concentrated in his little pile game to notice that Huan had already finished over and therefore they were free to go out to shufu. The tip of his fingers had a few light smudges of black from when he continued to grind the ink for Lan Huan even before the older could stop him and Huan couldn’t stop the happiness that filled his chest at that, watching as the little boy continued with determination at his task.

An idea rose in his mind.

Perhaps it was a result of how much time they spend sitting down, slowly falling into boredom or that Lan Zhan seemed extra clingy after his classes, but suddenly… suddenly Lan Huan wanted something.

There was a playfulness growing in him, something that looked at his didi and celebrated that he was so oblivious to his intentions. It was the perfect opportunity, just what he needed to attack.

Huh.

He blinked. 

In the next second, he was lunging, his arms full of his younger brother who barely had time to look at him in surprise before Huan was shoving his face on his neck, nuzzling it with energy until a squeak rang across the room, quickly being followed by quick, low snickers that made his shoulders bounce and him to try to hide the sensitive spot from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“Bunny Kisses!” He resurfaced again, gold bright eyes that looked exactly like his staring right back at him. Lan Zhan shook his head, still snickering and scrunching up his neck, phantom tickles dancing on his tingling skin and pulling a tiny smile from his closed lips.

“No?” Lan Huan shook his head together with him, his entire expression still twirling in mischievousness. The corner of his eyes crinkled with his smile “No Bunny Kisses? But you love them so much, right?”

His didi, his lovely, poor little didi, immediately nodded to answer his question and the flashing grin he received was the only hint he had before Lan Huan’s nuzzles descended to his belly, tiny raspberries being placed a couple and more of times until his quiet snickers grew to low, hysterical giggles, chubby hands pushing his head away as the younger squeaked and tittered at each new nuzzle, laughter growing a tad louder when the tickly affection got too close of his sides and bellybutton and then went back to unstoppable chuckling as his brother deviated and tickled from those highly ticklish spots to focus on the rest of his stomach a little more.

“No bunny kisses.” Even with each one of his syllables being caught in tons and tons of giggles, Lan Zhan concentrated on his interjection. “Tickles!”

Lan Huan gasped softly in an exaggerated surprise.

“Oh no, A-Zhan, am I tickling you?” He turned just enough to be able to see the younger one nod fervently. “I must correct this immediately, then!”

Purposefully, he shoved his face fully on his side. Lan Zhan gasped and started to wiggle from one side to another non stop, unable to escape the clutches of the tickle monster. The more the nuzzles attacked and teased the spot, the more squeals and small yelps escaped from his mouth, huffs and puffs of laughter filling the previous too quiet room. He shook his head fervently. 

“It tickles here too?” Lan Zhan nodded, again, and Huan began to rest tiny raspberries here and there, his laughter grew stronger. “What if I do this? Does it tickles less, didi?”

At Lan Zhan’s shaking head and squeaky chuckles, Lan Huan pulled one arm upwards without any resistance, starting to poke and rub his nose on his armpits, voice light and playful as he asked once more. “What about here? Does it tickle too, A-Zhan? Maybe I can try here, then?” Jumping now to his ribs, Lan Huan snickered when a louder squeal flew the air at this and hiccups began painting the younger’s quiet squeaking laughter. “Ah! Not here as well? Didi, you’re really ticklish all over.”

“Then… here.” Finally, Lan Huan gave up his tickle attack and placed the bunny kiss on his forehead, light and soft until the squirming and giggling slowed down a bit.

Lan Zhan felt his own happy giggles slowly dying as well until he felt a small smile and bright eyes staring, lingering in his face in a pout from the playful offense. When he looked, Lan Zhan’s face had gone back to his usual expression, but now much more relaxed and happy. The young brother Lan Zhan sighed deeply, as if burdened by a great duty, he then stared seriously into his older brother’s eyes.

“Xiongzhang is very bad at bunny kisses.”

This time, it was Lan Huan who couldn’t stop his laughter.

So, it started like this, and Lan Xichen began collecting smiles, laughter, light, and happiness. His collection only grew bigger as the time passed, in those moments when his little brother's eyes softened on the corners and he looked at him expectantly, with an attentive, excited attention, when his mother gathered his face in her warm hands and he made a silly face that never failed to pull a smile from her, when he his family continued to expand, full of opportunities and moments that only made Lan Xichen richer and richer.

(...)

They made it to the end, to everyone’s relief, and Lan Xichen thanked how the rules of his sect taught him how to move quick and quiet without resorting to an actual running, ill-mannered pace to escape. The Lans made their way to their rooms swiftly before any other Sect Leader could pull them away to joy idle conversation.  

It was clear in the tilt of his head and the vague sense of his eyes that Lan Zhan was beyond bored, wanting nothing more than for this to be over and them to go home. After listening to Sect Leader Yao complain about the tariffs for almost one entire shichen, Lan Huan could relate. He was sure their Shufu felt like that too, since that small tick in his left eye appeared in the middle of the ranting and hasn't gone away ever since, a clear signal of the adult reaching stress levels that could possibly equal to a qi deviation, besides when Sect Leader Yao’s long winded vent was over, with fingers being pointed to half of the other sects and no solution being proposed, Lan Qiren’s words came hot, scolding and educated in a way that only years of practice would result. The Ouyangs quickly ended the conference after it.

“I will retire to my room to meditate.” Lan Qiren huffed and nodded as Lan Huan and Lan Zhan gave him twin bows, equal in sentiment and execution, making something light appear in his eyes as a response. “Wangji. Xichen. I will see you at breakfast.”

“Mn.” His brother agreed at the same time he said. “Yes, shufu.”

He looked at his little brother and realized he was not going to be the one to ask, so when nothing more was pointed out, Xichen added. “May we attend to your morning meditations together?”

Lan Qiren caressed his goatee, a pleased air momentarily appearing in his face. “They said the blossoms came in earlier this year, creating a calm scenery to clear the mind and balance the spirit. Very well. I will collect you not long before sunrise.”

“We will be ready.” It would be good to change their usual place and enjoy the beauty of the sect they were in. If it was far enough away they could even press their uncle to join them for a few songs in the spirit of “practice” before heading to another exhausting conference. Xichen was plenty aware of how hard it was to deny them when he and Wangji combined his forces.

As the older changed directions and went to his personal quarters, the brothers kept calmly following their way. When the scenery no longer caught his attention, Lan Xichen turned his gaze to the younger, watching his expression vague and unseeing at his surroundings. Wangji was still bored and distracted.

Lan Xichen, after years and years of practice and patience, immediately recognized the quite mischievous feeling that appeared in his soul as his mind processed what a perfect opportunity this was.

There was barely a movement of white and suddenly Lan Wangji froze in his careful, unbothered march, lips pressed in a tight line as his arms unfolded from their position from behind his back to clue on his sides protectively. The feeling of a silly urge to smile bubbled, just as his attention immediately turned to his older brother.

Lan Xichen, of course, controlled his urge to snicker. 

“Is something the matter, Wangjii?”

Ah. He wasn’t as subtle as he expected. Golden, equally accusing and accessing eyes burned on his form as if they could read the plan in his mind. Xichen let a serenate air take over his expression, even though it was a futile attempt of distraction. There was nothing he could do. As much as he knew each expression and quirks of Wangji, the same could be said about his own expressions and his brother, who could read the playfulness in the light of his eyes with ease from lis away, and so took a petulant step away, muscles tensing.

Their gazes found each other. Thankfully, they were already close enough to their quarters that no other wandering disciple would think about appearing to bother them and their dinner had been long delivered at their rooms. Even if there was an emergency they would go first to Shufu. Therefore, there was no hurry at all, to catch some unexpected smiles and giggles today while chasing the exhaustion away.

Lan Xichen chuckled and calmly turned to continue their way, one arm crossed on his back and the other gesturing to the empty corridor. “Let’s go to our room. I am quite tired from the evening.”

Lan Wangji waited for him to go forward and then marched to his pace, right by his side, straying away when the older brother tried to get closer and matching his stride step by step, gaze unrelenting, watching him with the tail of his eyes. 

No words, protesting or accusing, were spared and anticipation was quick to twirl in the air around them.

They stopped in front of the door. Stared at it.

Wangji kept his expression carefully blank. Lan Xichen continued to smile, tranquil.

“Wangji, please?” He motioned for the door.

“Xiongzhang.” Lan Zhan nodded.

None of them moved, not wanting to give up their equal ground to a more vulnerable position. 

Maybe the conference really took a toll on his brother, because he partially caved, an annoyed huff leaving him as he turned the slightly bit away from him, angling his body just enough to open the door and keep him in his field vision in the case of a sudden attack. Unfortunately for him, Lan Xichen was still more practiced and quicker.

In no time at all, a wiggly finger rested on his ribs, sneaking a few tickles there before he dodged.

“Xiongzhang!” There was a gasp and a tune in his voice, a hint of titters. His eyes were attentive and bright, now, which only encouraged Xichen to sneak a few more tickle attacks, another wiggly finger poking  his armpit, a quick pinch on his sides, a bit of prodding on his spine when he kept turning away. They continued to twirl, jumping close and pushing away in a playful game of cat and mouse.

“I am sorry, A-Zhan, am I tickling you?”

Lan Wangji bit back a squeak and a wobbly smile, as too many memories flooded his mind. He was no longer a tiny, innocent and giggly kid to fall so easily to his older brother’s antics. Still, there was a hint of flustered red taking over the tip of his ears.“Lying is prohibited. One must not deceive with his words. One must not fight with the family, for there is no winner. One must not stray from the righteous path!”

There was no helping the joyful laughter escaping from Lan Xichen as they continued their chase, the thought of him walking away from the righteousness because he decided to tickle his younger brother by surprise was too hilarious for him. 

“One must show his true appreciation to his family and friends, to care and intervene when they’re needed. One must honor their elder’s gifts, their experience and wiseness. One must be just and kind, and only then will they be following the right path.” He countered.

“Not tickling.” Wangji highlighted and huffed, annoyed. In a sudden more he opened the door, fast to get into the room and close it, however, too slow to do it before Lan Xichen took the opportunity to burrow his fingers for a few kes on his neck, using the distraction to worm his way inside his room, too. 

“There are no rules saying they don't apply to tickling.”

“Xiongzhang is being purposefully obtuse.”

“Has Wangji grown too old for his brother’s affection? Does he no longer accept my bunny kisses, no long care for his Huan-ge?” Lan Xichen teased, letting his hands fall and looking away with a sad, disheartened face. “Poor is my heart.”

(He calmed too the piece of his soul that ached a bit too truthfully at his words.)

“Xiongzhang.” His ears were completely red now, which was completely endearing. Lan Zhan must have understood him a bit too well, as always, and gave a single step closer, in a suspicious support. “No tickles.” He emphasised.

Lan Xichen sniffed, looking at him with bright, big eyes, Lan Zhan looked back unmoved. “What about Bunny Kisses?”

Oh, they could get even redder. 

“No tickles.” Wangji repeated firmly while taking another step closer. 

Xichen sighed in defeat, and in the next second pounced. Wangji jumped out of the way with a wordless surprised sound. He would become a wonderful cultivator, with reflexes so quick as to catch up with him even with years of differentiation between them.

Still, they would yet have a few years before that. Xichen ranked his fingers up and down Wangji’s ribs, making him stumble out his grasp with a quick huff of laughter, arms hugging himself over the lasting buzzing tingles. He didn’t have a lot of time to recollect himself before the other was attacking again. This time, when Xichen managed to poke and scribble at Wangji’s bellybutton, he pried a quick, muffled snort before the other jumped away. 

Simple like that, they resumed their previous chase across the room, robes floating and dancing in the air as they jumped from one wall to another, going over the furniture and dodging all of their sparse decorations with ease, which definitely wasn’t an activity his shufu would ever approve, but it was very effective to exercise their precision and grace during fast movements.

Just as Wangji was jumping over their bed, preparing to propel himself on the nearest wall and get away, Xichen had the opportunity to catch him, one hand barely had time to secure a firm grip around his ankle before Xichen was pulling him down on the mattress, quickly latching his other hand on his calf and squeezing.

A high squeak floated across the space and Wangji immediately melted on the spot, his kicks completely uncoordinated as he tried to turn his every ounce of control into controlling his laughter. Lan Xichen, as he always did when he saw his younger brother stopping being so serious and having a little of fun, was endeared.

“We’re not in Cloud Recesses, Wangji-di.” Since he already decided to choose violence as a form of caring, Xichen began squeezing the calf non stop, walking up and up until he got to his knees, sparing plenty of light, maddening scribbles on the ticklish skin until it created a quick wave of airy titters before going downwards to his calves again, laughter morphing in deeper guffaws that only grew quicker and lower the more he tormented the muscle, kneading and tasering non stop. “You can laugh as much and as loud as you want.”

Wangji just shook his head, if it was a protest against the tickling or an affirmation that he was not discarding the rules outside his home it was unclear. Obviously, that was not helped by the way Xichen decided to tease his ankles, leaving tiny scratches around the bone and spidering his fingers all around them, collecting more and more squeaks and huffs of laughter by doing so, following those the sensitive spot no matter how much Lan Zhan tried to twist his legs this way or that, more softer giggles dancing on the air with his efforts.

Once more, Xichen decided moving upwards, scribbling and wiggling around his ankles, drumming on his calves, passing with plenty of scribbles and pokes on the underside of his knee until his dancing fingers fingers managed to scratch at that spot between his knee and thigh, which pried an louder flow of snickers, hand slowly creeping to the back of his thighs. He barely clawed the stop and suddenly Wangji was turning around, hands holding his wrists while a big, closed-lipped smile, eyes bright and ears red, stared back at him.

“Xiongzhang.” He admonished, still giggling a bit around his words, probably because that spot of his was a fisher of loud, shrieking laughter. 

Xichen showed him a tiny apologetic smile of his own, expression bright and happy. Wangji softened, still carrying a hint of a pout, and it was a proof of Xichen’s self control to not snicker out loud. It only resulted in another suspicious stare. Once more Wangji had been perfect in reading him. “Stop playing around.”

“I apologize, Wangji.” His tune was still light and playful and, truly, he couldn’t help sneaking a last tease. Poking a little of fun at his younger brother has been one of his delights for a long time now. “But aren’t you glad to no longer be burdened by boredom? There’s a new, more vivid air in you, now, don’t you think?”

Lan Wangji simply huffed and let his hands go, heading to their table without even a glance at his direction, petulantly ignoring him. 

When they finally began sharing their dinner, Lan Xichen noticed the more relaxed pose Wangji carried, a a slight twitch of his lips from time to time (especially when Xichen kept reaching to grab bowls and food next to him, which wasn’t actually any kind of teasing) and a happier, brighter kind of light in his eyes. 

They really knew each other too well, when Wangji’s eyes found his Xichen grinned, the other immediately turned around with another flustered huff.

He had fun, Xichen was glad.

His plan had really worked.

(....)

Lan Xichen smiled warmly, steps silent as he approached the two kids who were too distracted whispering among themselves to notice their new observant. He beamed when he found Jin Guangyao’s, watching the kids from a bench under a colorful gazebo, bouncing a shrieking little A-Ling on his leg. Xichen put a finger in his lips and A-Yao turned back to pay attention to his nephew, pretending to not see the other stop right behind Jingyi and Yuan, bending down quietly, being careful in not letting his shadow fall on them to not be noticed.

“We just need to revise our plan.” Jingyi whispered (which, to him, was a slightly more quiet shout. A-Yuan was watching him with an attentive gaze and he preened under the attention) and, with a stick, moved a few pebbles on the grass. “You stay here with Xichen-ge and while Liangfang-zun is distracted with Sandu Shengshou  I will grab Jin Ling and put him in our room! He can wear my extra robes and hide so no one can find him. I’ll be extra clear so I will not need to change my clothes, too. No one will notice him with so many Lans here.”

“But… won’t Jiang-Zongzhu get sad because we stole his nephew?” A-Yuan didn’t seem as confident in this plan as Jingyi. He looked at Jin Ling in the distance before turning back at his friend. “Won’t he be missing his jiujiu?”

“A-Yuan, he is going away today. If we let him, we won’t be able to play anymore! The adults will order us to wait for when the next Conference happens and it will take forever. And! He will have us, Xichen-ge and his shushu here with him so he won’t be feeling alone.”

Yet, his friend didn’t seem much convinced, Lan Yuan’s belly recoiled from the idea of taking the baby away from his family. If he was Jin Ling, he would be very sad with this plan. But he being Lan Yuan, he was also very sad to see the baby going away. 

His fingers fiddled with the hem of his robe before pressing it until it was free of wrinkles. When he looked up, his eyes were determined. “I think we should ask Xichen-ge to play more with him  He will help.”

“Xichen-ge and Liangfang-zun are really close friends, but Liangfang-zun and Sandu Shengshou are not.” Jingyi pointed and Lan Xichen felt surprised with how attentive the younger was. To keep the relationships between sects as peaceful as possible, very few, almost none, people knew that A-Yao and Jiang-shixiong, no, Sect Leader Jiang didn’t like each other, besides, both of them tried to keep appearances for Jin Ling. “I don’t think it will work if we ask.”

The two kids sagged, stuck in an impasse. A-Yuan poked one of the whitest pebbles, lost in thought. “How can I even distract Xichen-ge?”

Lan Jingyi opened his mouth, but the voice that answered his friend wasn’t his. “I might have an idea.”

The kids squealed and jumped in surprise, Xiao Jingyi turned to look at him with wide eyes and A-Yuan pressed his hands on his mouth, as if to take back the loud noise. Before he could get that guilty expression in his face, Lan Xichen scooped him in one of his arms and started his most successful distracting technique. An even louder squeal was pried from his nephew. 

(They were in Lanling, after all. There is no need to enforce Gusu Lan rules so strictly when there is more pressing matter at hand, like a very likely war between the Jin and the Jiangs if Jin Ling disappears under the care of the first. Besides, if they did start reinforcing the rules, Xichen would also have to pay his fair punishment and write some extensive lines about eavesdropping.)

“Gege! Xichen-ge!” A-Yuan squirmed in his hold, kicking and trying to push his hand away as it began to squeeze his side non stop, playful, restless fingers spidering and pinching every inch of ticklish skin. His high squeaky laughter began traveling across the air and the younger one wiggled and wiggled until he could turn around and shove his face in his shoulder, melting completely on him as his entire body shook with his giggles and crackles.

“Yes?” Xichen smiled and wormed his hand up until it was attacking that silly spot right between his shoulder blades with fluttering fingers and a barely there touch that never failed to fill his uncontrollable laughter with snorts and high pitched snickering. A-Yuan trashed a bit more, finally realizing that there was really no escape from his tickly end. The kid then hugged him closer, shyly muffling his laughter. 

Lan Xichen nuzzled the top of his head, happily. He would have to move him soon, both to be sure that Xiao Yuan was breathing properly and also as a chance to see that delightful smile of his.

“No need to get shy, little bunny, your strategy to distract me is very efficient, I say. I already forgot what I even came here to do.” 

He sneaked two fingers to lightly scratch at his neck, successfully making him pull his face out of his shoulder to scrunch and protect the spot. Lan Xichen flashed an eager grin to those gleaming, squinting eyes. “Maybe I only  need to keep tickle-tickle-tickling you until I remember, then! Doesn’t it sound like a perfect plan?”

A-Yuan was too occupied wiggling his form from the new, previous free hand that found the back of his ribs and was attacking him with vigorous scratching to answer. It didn’t help that the other hand had only crawled up to tease the shell of his ears with an onslaught of soft, light tickles too.

Even so, it didn’t take long before a grip pulled the hand that wasn’t holding his nephew up away and another little boy answered him.

“Let him go!”

“But, A-Yi, then he will fall.” His reply was goodnaturedly and, like a very caring adult, his grin only expanded further at Jingyi’s groan. The boy didn’t despair for long, however, quickly tugging his sleeve once more with a more determined look on his face.

“Don’t worry, A-Yuan. I have an idea!”

Lan Yuan adjusted his face to look at his best friend, uncovering it enough that only one teary eye and half of a bright smile were visible, his hands still held the white fabric under his grip tightly. He looked quite like a worm, squirming from one side to another like this.

“A-Yi!” His giggles got bubbly and full of snorts as Lan Xichen started making his fingers walk up and down and up and down and up and down (again!) his spine. “R-run!”

“Never!” Jingyi protested, putting all his strength in pulling Xichen’s hand away while tiptoeing and putting his other hand between A-Yuan’s back and Lan Xichen's tickly fingers. “I won’t leave you behind! He can’t fight both of us at once, A-Yuan, don’t worry.”

“Is that so? Perhaps, you should come closer to defeat me, I believe.” Xichen stopped tickling A-Yuan and let him become boneless on his hug, tiny snickers still escaping from his lips. With his other arm, he scooped Jingyi up, gracefully suppressing a grimace when the young one shrieked right next to his ear. “There we go. I am excited to see your new, brilliant plan that will lead to my fall.”

Jingyi clumsily straightened himself, poofing out his chest with pride. 

“You already fell for it, Xichen-ge!” With a gleaming smile, A-Yi beamed smugly. He straightened himself even more, both arms resting on his back in a pose that he and Lan Wangji usually assumed when teaching their classes. Lan Xichen easily stomped over his desire to chuckle at the morrorining. “Now both of your hands are full! Which means you can’t use them to tickle us now, aha!”

The adult gasped in faux despair and Jingyi bounced in pride. 

“How didn’t I see this? Jingyi, I am afraid your mind has long surpassed mine. Such a good plan…” A-Yuan patted his arm, still giggling softly, in consolation. Lan Xichen tried very hard to keep his faux despairing tune one and not become endeared. “I fear there is no other choice for me, then. I will have to use my secret technique.”

For a little bit of suspense, he let the silence guide their nerves high, refusing to meet their searching eyes as the xiao lans exchanged looks between themselves and then turned back to watch him tensely, expecting the  moment of his attack. Glancing at his friend, Lan Xichen noted both him and Jin ling staring at the silly moment, the first with a knowing smile and the latter with wide, attentive eyes.

“The Snacking Attack.”

“That is a stu- silly namEEEEEK!!” Jingyi's commentary grew louder with another shriek as Lan Xichen tilted him a little to the side and pressed his face on his belly, placing freely and playfully nimbly nibbles and buzzing raspberries on every inch of the tickle spot. “NO! XICHEN-GE!!”

Different from Lan Yuan, who was always fond of muffling his reactions and closing his eyes from the uncontrollable, loud laughter tickling usually pried from him, Lan Jingyi did the completely opposite, he crackled and shrieked freely, limbs trashing, kicking and squirming with no hope of coordination or escape, missing his every attempt to pushing the buzzing, electric feeling that jumped and tingled his nerves away with every tickle. Lan Xichen made sure to bury his face as much as he could on the spot before replying, shaking it from one side to another with another raspberry.

“Hm?” The words vibrated from his belly to his entire torso. Lan Jingyi wheezed and crackled in reply, one hand coming to his hair to push him away. Lan Xichen hummed again, just to be sure. “I apologize, could you repeat that? I couldn’t quite grasp your words. Someone is laughing really loudly nearby and it muffled your sentence. It’s a good thing that we’re not in Cloud Recess, I suppose, otherwise I would have to catch that giggly person and explain the benefits of keeping a calm, collected mind.”

It would be quite amusing to try to hold a conversation with him. While A-Yuan would at least try to stay focused on what he was saying and in his surrounding, Jingyi seemed to forget every and any single thing in the very moment a small poke attacked his side, his mind focusing in nothing else but the sensation and in almost no time the boy would be jolting and squealing in surprise every time a new spot was tickled, even if he saw the attack come from a li away.

“NO!” He squawked, laughing non stop “No tickling! You’re cheating!!”

“Is that so? I wasn’t under the impression we were playing a game.” Satisfied with the wheezing turn that his laughter took, Lan Xichen lifted his face, smiling calmly at the kid when his beaming eyes found his, airy chuckles and subdued crackles still spilling from him, arms crashing down to protect his torso “I apologize. Please, if you would be so kind, explain to me, then, the rules of this game.”

“Yehehah!” Jingyi cheered excitedly, no longer hugging himself and starting to grin in mischievousness. He pointed a wobbly finger at him! “No ticklihihing.”  

“No tickling.” Lan Xichen agreed. “What else?”

Jingyi pursed his lips, thinking. Suddenly, his eyes twinkled. “You must put A-Yuan on the ground!”

With narrowed eyes, he watched as Lan Xichen complied, his friend sagging and clutching the larger, white sleeves with a few snickers before letting them go and stumbling on the ground. Jingyi bounced in his arms in happiness, seeing that his wishes were truly being followed. 

“Jin Ling must be here as well, for this and all of our games, tomorrow and then the tomorrow after that and then tomorrow after tomorrow! We have to tickle him too when he comes, so it’s fair. You must come to more of our games! And play fairly! No sneaking to talk with Jin-Zongzhu far away.”

Feeling his cheeks burn and how the kid didn’t look anywhere close to stopping, Lan Xichen finally pulled his final card.

With a light tune, he interrupted Jingyi.

“Excuse me, this is a very long list, I might if I am not in the best conditions, and to carefully contemplate each of your points and try my best to find a common place between us with them I will need to gather my energy and strength, alright?” Jingyi pouted, but there was no throwing a fit or planning another kidnap, which was a good signal though. “For that, you won’t mind if I have a snack, do you? To replenish the body and calm the soul. It will be really quick.” 

They boy must have started to recognize his quirks, for the way he immediately became suspicious. However, when he realized the possible meaning of his words, it was already too late.

“Would you like some more raspberries?”

He gasped. “NO-”

Suddenly his entire ribs were being devoured in long, loud and buzzing raspberries that made him almost fall from the other’s grip. Unrestrained, high pitched, squeaking and shrieking laughter filled the yard as his mind was completely taken over by the mischievous attack.

Lan Xichen lifted his mouth, but for the way that the squeaks and squeals continued to fill the air, he might as well had continued his tickly endeavor.

“A delicious meal, indeed.” Jingyi crackled and laughed, legs kicking and tiny hands coming to rest in his face. “A-Yi, please,” his tune was amused and exasperated. “You’re aware of our rules: one must not talk during their meals. Yet, I can hear your cute laughter loud and clear, you must cease this loud behavior at once.”

“You’re tickling me!!” 

“Am I?” Deciding to finally stop his playing and teasing, Lan Xichen stopped his tickles and pulled himself back to his usual straightened posture, a fond smile gracing his lips as he watched the young one in his arms giggle and squirm. “I was under the impression that I was simply offering some raspberries for a snack. I apologize.”

As the other recuperated his breath, the adult turned to look downwards, seeing big grey eyes staring right back at him. A-Yuan jolted and looked down, holding the hem of his clothes and stepping closer to him.

It was not difficult at all to see what he wanted.

Adjusting A-Yi, Lan Xichen scooped the kid again, laying tiny raspberries all across his neck and cheeks, until a twin pair of giggles were ringing loudly in the air.

“Er-ge must be really hungry today.” A-Yao glided closer, uncaring for how Jin Ling chewed at the string of his hat, a playful light in his eyes. “Perhaps I should assure a larger assortment of snacks during our time in the conference. Jintali is proud of their hospitality, especially for allies.”

“A-Yao.” Lan Xichen huffs a laugh, lightly scolding.

A shout and trashing attracted his attention back to the Lans on his arms, who, at some point, engaged in a tickle fight between themselves. Jingyi had captured Yuan’s feet and was attacking his friend with energetic scribbles while the other tried to pry his fingers away, laughing and squirming freely, one hand getting dangerously close too A-Yi’s own leg, but the kid was much preoccupied shouting about his victory to notice.

Lan Xichen's heart was truly weak, seeing both of them having fun and being loud like that made it melt from cuteness. Of course, his sect’s rules weren’t as harsh for the kids as it was for the adults who should know better, but the sight of the boys playfully fighting and being unapologetic loud about their joy was a rare enough occurrence that should be enjoyed.

After a few moments of a light brawl and more giggles, Lan Xichen couldn’t help but turn around to rest a fond kiss on the top of their heads. He sighed contentedly, uncaring for a few kicks or slaps that found their way to his chest. Nothing better to light up after an exhausting conference than to hear such some bright laughter, it was almost as if all his energy was being replenished after this moment. The fact that both kids would be tired enough for their bedtime today was also a good consequence of all this fooling around.

Shrieking laughter and snorts ran like a lovely melody across the yard.

“What is happening here? Who is being murdered?!” 

Lan Xichen turned in time to see Jiang Wanyin's frowning face emerge from the inner’s doors as he stormed across it. His gaze clued on him, eyes passing through his face and the laughing kids in his arms as confusion blinked for a moment in his eyes before being replaced by his usual closed expression. 

“Zewu Jun.” He bowed formally and, as Lan Xichen lowered to put the kids on the ground and return the gesture, lifted his hand in a halting motion. “No need. I am not staying long, I only came here to get my nephew.”

“Sect Leader Jiang.” A-Yao stepped close, receiving the bow from the other and answering in kind with a smile full of politeness but with little truth. In his arms, Jin Ling squirmed until he put him on the ground, the little one wobbling to his jiujiu until he could latch on his legs with a squeal and a long winded babbling.

For a moment, the fondness on both of Sect Leader’s eyes was so strong that Lan Xichen really wished they could get along easier, being so equally caring about Jin Ling. 

The spell was over soon, however. 

“Of course, I will ask the maidens to prepare his belongings for the trip.” Jin Guangyao made a flourish with his hand and sent a message butterfly to the inner part of the palace. One of Wanyin’s eyes twitched. “Has this year’s conference been fruitful for you?”

“As much as it can be.” Jiang Wanyin replied with a slightly less polite tune, but with an equal void of truth. “The Jiang Yummeng Sect thanks the Jin Sect for their hospitality.”

“Of course, our sects have been strong allies for years, and I am glad our hospitality shows my appreciation. Tell me, how has the rebuilding of Lotus Pier been?”

Before he could listen more of their exchange, Lan Xichen felt Jingyi squirming on his arm and remembered to put them on the ground, patting and adjusting their clothes until they were less wrinkled. All the while, Jingyi kept stealing glances at Jiang Wanyin and Jin Ling and then turning to him with big, pleading eyes. Yuan did the same, although his eyes barely found his before he was looking down, playing with the hem of his robes sadly.

The adult sighed and got up.

“Sect Leader Jiang.” Said one stopped what he was saying and turned at him sharply, his displeased face turning into a confused scowl, once again. “About Jin Ling’s departure, I believe there is something A-Yi and A-Yuan wanted to ask. They’ve already recomposed themselves.” He joked, reminding about how the other had found them playing in the yard.

Jiang Wanyin huffed, the corner of his lip twisting for a brief as if it wanted to break his sharp expression, but as quick as it came it was over. The Jiang turned completely at the kids, staring as Jingyi stared fiercely back. Lan Xichen laid an encouraging hand on their backs, pushing lightly forward.

“We would like to play a little more with A-Ling, please, Jiang-Zhongzhu.” A-Yuan bowed the proper height and then turned to Lan Xichen, who nodded in agreement.

Wanyin frowned (it felt a bit different than his previous one, even if Xichen couldn’t quite put his finger on why. His face was more expressive than his brother, moving and changing from expression to expression much more visibly, however, it was still hard to distinguish each one). “I will stay for a few hours while me and Liangfang-zun share a cup of tea and all of Jin Ling’s stuff gets prepared. You can play with him then, until we leave.”

“And then he’s gone forever?” Lan Shizui held Jingyi’s hand tightly, voice so small and low that it broke their hearts a little. A-Yao pressed his lips firmly, a bit guilty. 

“He is not going to die,” Sect Leader Jiang rolled his eyes, tune half exasperated and half clipped, then seemed to realize whose presence he was and set himself even more straight. “You will see him again if Zewu Jun brings you for the next conference.”

“He is our friend! You can’t-”

“Lan Jingyi.” Lan Xichen cut before the boy could get even more worked up or Sandu Shengshou could get offended by his demeanor. Jingyi huffed and quieted down. “Do not let your emotions overcome you.” When all he received was a small nod from Jingyi and a big, sad eye from his nephew, with an internal sigh, he continued. “Perhaps Sect Leader Jiang would be amenable in setting a visiting date at Lotus Pier in the near future?” He doubted Jin Ling would enjoy the Cloud Recesses being so little.

Jiang Cheng tensed and looked at him, searching for something before his eyes fixated on the kids. The corner of his eyes were tight and expression seemed more sharp than normal. Eventually, he bowed, nor higher or lower than necessary. “The Gusu Lan Sect is always welcome in Lotus Pier. I will personally send a letter to set the date and details a couple of days after I settle in my office and take care of the most urgent matters.”

“Of course.” Lan Xichen bowed back. “Gusu Lan thank Sandu Shengshou for his offer. Me, Lan Shizui and Jingyi do thank you as well.”

“Yes!” Shizui caught his clue first and pulled him and Jingyi into a clumsy, too low for the situation, bow. Sect Leader Jiang’s face lost some of its tension then. 

“It’s good for A-Ling to form strong bonds with the Lan Sect, maybe it will rub off some patience on his bad temper.” As to prove his words, he lightly poked the toddler’s nose and received an angry, long winded rant for it, tears gathering on the corner of his eyes as he moved his arms to clutch on the offending hand. The Jiang tsked and pulled him closer, bouncing in an attempt to ease him with an eye roll. Lan Xichen hummed in agreement, quietly amused.

“I will head to my quarters now and prepare the necessary documents for our discussion.” Both him and A-Yao nodded to each other and Lan Xichen followed the lead as well. The younger leader then turned his attention to the little Lans with an inexpressive face. “You two got something to say?”

Jingyi nodded and stepped forward, getting his arms full of a toddler when Jiang Cheng lowered Jin Ling back to the ground, Lan Shizui approached them and got trapped on the hug as well.

“I’m going to miss you.” He whispered.

Jin Ling simply accepted the affection before deciding it was enough and pushing them away. He turned around then and clung right back to his jiujiu’s leg, waving them as he gathered on his arms once more and they headed away, a Spider appearing from somewhere far, facing away from them following him close as Sect Leader Jiang marched back inside.

“Bye bye!”

After their shared dinner, Jiang Cheng announced that he would be staying for two more days (after, of course, the polite e politically expected back-and-forth where he stated not wanting it to be viewed as an imposition to the Jin Sect, to which A-Yao claimed that he was welcomed to stay as long as he felt like until it was decided) in Koi Tower before departing to Lotus Pier.

Only when Lan Xichen managed to put both children to sleep did he realize that this meant that Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling would be leaving the very same day he, Shizui and Jingyi were. An interested smile pulled at his lips at that. 

Ever since that day, much more play dates had been arranged and a stronger bond formed between them, both with the adults and children. Sect Leader Jiang (then Jiang Wanyin and now simply Wanyin) and A-Yao became more amenable to each other, even if they continued to have a pleased joy in poking each other to their limits. Lan Jingyi and Shiziu were no longer small enough to be carried by Xichen nor needed him to arrange playdates, both already starting to lose the baby fat of their cheeks and go out on night hunts accompanied. Which meant that xiao Jin Ling already claimed himself too old for such “childish things” as well and pestered his uncle to be taken together on his own night hunts, resulting in plenty of bickering and annoyed letters being exchanged back and forth between the sects. The more the days passed by, the more Xichen got surprised with how fast they were growing up.  

However, there was something they would never be too old to escape from.

Lan Jingyi’s surrounding awareness was growing better, Lan Xichen noticed, probably because of the uncountable shenanigans he and his friends (Shizui not excluded) continued getting into. The very memento Xichen approached him, stepping quietly closer as he saw the boy wander around while he was enjoying the calm evening, Jingyi immediately turned his head in his direction, freezing for a moment, eyes wide and body tensing, before dashing away.

Oh well, Xichen sighed, catching up with the young teen and gathering in no time a bundle of shrieking Jingyi in his arms. His smile was soft and his voice calm as he lectured him, no heat in his tune, but in a giant contrast with his hands, which were skillfully and fast at tickling his armpits, digging and drumming and making him thro his head back in laughter, legs kicking madly.

“Young Master Jingyi, I am sure you’re plenty aware of our sects’ rules, being an acquaintance to them just as much as I, despise our diffent ages.” Jingyi replied with loud crackling and Xichen sighed in faux admonishment, sparing a few fingers to wiggle over his highest ribs as his thumbs still tormented his armpits. “Therefore, we both know which rules you broke and are breaking at this very moment, don’t we? Can you please inform each one of them to me?”

Jingyi squealed and squirmed, trying in vain to escape him. When moments passed by with no response, Lan Xichen lightened his attack, deciding to instead scribble his fingers on his neck and pry higher pitched and uncontrollable giggles, in lieu of helping the boy.

“Take the time you need, A-Yi. I will be waiting for your answer right here.”

He highlighted the end of his sentence with even more tickles, Jingyi shook his head and fell completely on his arms, snickering and giggling non stop.

Patience was a virtue, and Lan Xichen wouldn’t want to hurry such a bright, young mind. Jingyi would come to share his answer when he was ready, he was sure. While that didn’t happen, Xichen was more than happy to stay exactly where he was, giving the boy all the motivation he needed.

Lan Shizui, (un)fortunately, was not so attentive nor as bold to break one of their main rules right in front of the heir of the sect, which allowed Lan Xichen to approach him and walk side by side before the boy was looking at him, his polite greeting vanishing on his lips when he saw the specific smile Lan Xichen had in his face, immediately changing, however, to the fastest pace possible one could get without running. 

It was a little funny to see. Xichen, of course, matched him step by step, continuing at his side.

Shizui jolted when a poke landed on his side, too quick to be dodged, while a loud and embarrassing high pitched squeal almost escaped from his mouth. As he tried to dodge or change his path, more and more pokes attacked, falling on his back, wiggling on his sides, teasing his ribs and prodding his shoulder blades determinedly and relentlessly until he was left squeaking and stumbling on his steps, no longer able to at least pretend to maintain a straight face as those playful and bright golden eyes (so much alike HuangJun that Shizui couldn’t help but feel himself smiling joyfully in reply) and being easily followed by his uncle.

“Young Master Shizui, where are you trying to go? Wouldn’t you accompany me for a walk?”

Shizui simply shook his head, snickers and chuckles muffled by his hands that immediately when to cover his face, red spreading across his ears and neck at the playful words and tickles that continued to tease him through all the way.

Jingyi and Shizui never got to really understand what impulsed the First Jade to get so mischievous asn silly around them, how he could find both when they were on a bad mood or after a rough day and put a content smile on their face, but each time they would be greeted with that same grin and a warm embrace. Memories would spill from when they were both tiny enough to hide behind him amidst his robes and they perhaps would never be able to admit out loud, but Jingyi and Shizui were more than happy to be reminded of such fond, cherished moments of their childhood. 

Xichen, as well, never told anyone, but all of them knew he was more than happy to continue to share this piece of playfulness with the ones he watched and helped to grow up. 

In the end, there are simply things that they wouldn’t truly wish to escape.

[~*~]

EXTRAS

The story Lan Xichen was reading for small Lan Zhan wasn’t something Lan Qiren choose (he favored the poetry books, but those would have to wait until the kids were older) but that the kids received as a present from one of the elder and, much for his chagrin, one that Lan Zhan loved with all his heart and asked to Xichen to read for him every night for years refusing to go to sleep otherwise and getting incredibly fussy on the next day if he didn’t.

Lan Xichen tickling Lan Yuan: <3 <3 <3 awwww look at my nephew he is so cute <3 <3 very smol very polite

Lan Xichen tickling Lan Jingyi: >:]] So you’ve chosen death >:]]]

To the little girl that I met on the park when I was 7 and who rattled out her little brother's worst tickle spot as his ankles: thank you so much I have never forget this moment and I hope I am doing right by your name to honor the knowledge you gave me and using it to torment my dear fictional characters <3

[rogueddie]

Steve has never wrapped a present before. He admits it in such a soft voice, so full of doubt and self-consciousness, that it makes something in Eddies chest ache.

"It doesn't need to be perfect," Eddie says, gently pulling his hands away from the wrapping paper. "This is your family. Your real family. They'll love you no matter how their presents look. And, if they do look bad, just say it was me."

Steve ducks his head, fiddling with Eddies rings when he doesn't let go of Steves hands. "I just want them to have a good Christmas."

"And they will. You'll be there."

"But it- it should be perfect. It's the first time all the kids are back together, after California and then Max... it needs to be perfect."

"Steve. It will be."

Steve doesn't look up, tries to pull his hands away again. His shoulders hunch more and his face scrunches up for a moment.

"Oh, Steve, baby." Eddie jumps over their little pile so he's next to Steve, wrapping an arm around his back, pulling him close. "You don't need to stress. I'll make sure everything is perfect. Ok? Let me take care of this, just this once. Let me give you this one Christmas."

Steve laughs, though it sounds a little wet. "Is this your present?"

"What if it is? I think it's a great present." Eddie sniffs, haughtily.

"Cheap," Steve mutters, shifting so he can tighten his arms around Eddies waist, hiding his face against his chest.

Eddie gasps as loud as he can, flailing in his attempts to pull out of Steves hold. "How dare you! I try to do a nice thing for my boyfriend and this is the thanks I get?! Betrayal!"

He twists, rolling them over so he's on top of Steve. Steve tries to hold on tighter, tries to grab Eddies arms, but he squirms enough that he's able to get his hands on his sides. He doesn't stop tickling him until Steve sounds out of breath.

"Surrender!" Eddie yells, sitting back, grabbing Steves wrists when he tries to fight back. "You have been thwarted, foul demon!"

"Get off," Steve says, trying to sound irritated. But he's grinning so wide that his eyes are scrunched up. "God, you're so annoying."

"Admit defeat!"

"Fine, alright, you can deal with Christmas." Steve raises an eyebrow, but Eddie stares back, waiting. Steve huffs, rolling his eyes. "And it's a great present, really thoughtful and totally not cheap."

Eddie rolls off him, whooping, punching his hand up. "Fuck yeah! I'm awesome, thanks for the confirmation- again. What is that, the fourth time today? Raise your game, Harrington."

"You don't fight fair!"

"Don't be a sore loser," Eddie snatches the wrapping paper off of him when he picks it up. "Ah, ah, ah! Do I need to defeat you in ritual combat? I'll show you how to wrap first."

"Drama queen," Steve says, shuffling so their sides are pressed together.

"Baby girl," Eddie teases, kissing him on the cheek. "Ok, so when you wrap your present, you first need to make sure you have enough paper... like this. See?"

Steve hums, resting his chin on Eddies shoulder.

"Alright. So, I'm gonna make a little mark... here. And then you can use the line here to make sure you're cutting it straight..."

[shadowcatzone]

-Library-

Lisa: I just want to spend a few days on a vacation with jean is that so much to ask for??

Traveler: i think i can help.

Lisa: how can you help though?

Traveler: ...what do you know about wisps?

_____

-windrise-

Traveler: Venti, Jean and Lisa need your help.

Venti: MY help??

Traveler: it's something only you can do!

Venti: ...i'm not gonna help them with serenading each other.

Traveler: plea-! Wait what? No- thats not it.

Venti: alright, then i'm all ears!

Traveler: Lisa wants to go on a vacation with Jean.

Venti: uhuh.

Traveler: but Jean is always busy! She never has the time.

Venti: I'm aware.

Traveler: so you need to help out Jean.

Venti: ...why do i have this foreboding feeling?

Traveler: You need to take her place-

Venti: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Traveler: but it's really easy for you!

Venti: but you know why i have this form!

Traveler: Venti- don't make me force you.

_____

Jean: --I'd love to, really, but you know i can't leave-

Lisa: It's only three days! Besides, the Traveler said they'll take care of everything, nobody will even notice you're gone!

Jean: the Traveler, no matter how competent, cannot carry the whole of mondstadt on their tiny shoulders, and-

Traveler: *bursting in* i'm done!

Jean: Traveler-!

Lisa: well, did you take care of everything?

Traveler: I've found a wisp willing to take Jeans place!

Jean: What? Don't tell me you-

Venti!Jean: IT WAS HUMILIATING!! THEY TICKLED ME UNTIL I LOST MY FORM THEN PUT ME IN A JAR!

Lisa: Wonderful! I'll go pack everything we'll need, we're leaving tonight!! *leaves the room*

Traveler:

Jean:

Traveler: ...praise me.

Venti!Jean: do not praise them or i will abandon mondstadt for real!!

Jean: ...You're Barbatos, aren't you?

Venti!Jean: *exasperated* of course i am!

Jean: *paniked* TrAvEleR!!

Traveler: ...it really wasn't that dramatic. I only put him in the jar for safekeeping. Besides, he agreed in the end!

Jean: did his agreeing have anything to do with wine?

Venti!Jean: *dramatically* What! How could you think this of me! I'm simply doing my duty as an archon!

Jean: ...right, even you wouldn't work this hard only for wine

Venti!jean: *offended gasp*

Traveler: ...i did say kusanali would be awfully disappointed considering how much she looks up to him.

_____

-somewhere in sumeru-

Nahida: ah-chu- ...?

Tighnari: *picks her up* LESSER LORD KUSANALI IS ILL WE HAVE TO GET HER TO THE BIMARSTAN IMMEDIATELY!!!

Nahida: no i'm fine, really-

_____

Venti!jean: *at the desk* this is actually not so bad...

Diluc: wait for it-

Huffman: *bursting in out of breath* you- have to- get klee- off the- statue...

_____

The aftermath is probably that venti will never again agree to this kind of deal. Look after klee. Find lost cats. Take care of klee. Fight off hilichurls. Make sure klee does nothing bad. Mother mondstadt. Capture klee.

All in the job description, i guess. Jean on the other hand has never been more relaxed and energetic. Not for long, of course.

Kaeya never showed up for work bc he somehow caught wind (ha) of the situation and decided it's the best time to procrastinate.

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Infuriating

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 8,016

Includes: dom!Carol, captain kink, brat taming, choking, degrading, fingering, edging, nipple clamps, clit clamp, thigh riding, spanking enhanced with powers, vibrator enhanced with powers, strap-on gagging and choking, strap-on sex and overstimulation

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You hadn't meant to fuck up Carol's mission. You weren't that petty. But the look on her face when you disobeyed her direct order and took the shot was priceless.

You and Carol had never gotten on. The first time you laid eyes on her you were infuriated by her actions. The second time you met only amplified that.

You had been under cover for a year when she came along and screwed up your mission. It had taken a long time to be trusted by those you 'worked with'.

You had set up a buy with a huge advanced (and crazy irresponsible) weapons smuggling ring that would lead to you obtaining more of their weapons for SHIELD until eventually, hopefully, you would figure out the secrets to their operation and be able to take down the business.

Just as the dealers arrived at the abandoned warehouse Carol came flying in to take on the armed men, oblivious to the mission that was happening, in all her heroic glory.

"We got the weapons, it was a success."

After writing out the report and having a long convosation with Fury (most of which involved you describing Carol in ways Steve would have been outraged by) you had at least expected an apology from the blonde. You could still remember how that went down.

"It was not a success!" You almost screamed at Carol. It infuriated you to no end that after half an hour of talking she still didn't see the bigger picture. She really thought she had done the right thing.

"Yes we got the weapons - something I could have done on my own - but that's such a small part of the rest of what they're making."

"You don't know how much there is." Carol said, her voice as calm as ever as she leant against Fury's desk with her arms crossed.

"That's the point." You said through gritted teeth, determined not to loose your cool infront of her and Fury. "My mission was to find out and put a stop to it."

"There are guys in holding. They'll talk."

You almost laughed at that. "If I could ask them my way they definitely would." You silently cursed SHIELD's moral codes that stopped you from torturing the answer out of them. They wouldn't talk any other way.

"They'll talk." Carol said stubbornly. "And anyway, you should be thanking me for cutting your mission short."

And that was it. From that moment on you couldn't look at the woman without wanting to slap her. That had been months ago.

Despite you never hiding your dislike for Carol she never seemed to mind you. In fact, she tried to be around any chance she could. Always looking for ways to get on your final nerve, everything she did she did for your reactions that you had grown worse at suppressing.

You took some of it out on her during training. It bothered her but thrilled you that you too were on the same level in combat. Apart from the times she was a sore looser and used her powers.

But you had made a strong effort to avoid training with her too. She taunted you during fighting. Although you were used to it it struck different when her body was pressed against yours to pin you to the floor.

Your most shameful day was when her actions had sent a jolt to your core that you couldn't deny.

Carol looked down at you with an insanely arrogant smirk as she straddled your waist. She was always like this in her moments of victory, always wanting to rub it in.

"Wow, you gave in quickly today." She quipped, not even trying to hide the obvious undertones. That didn't even make sense!

You weren't about to give in when she looked so god damn smug. You gripped her shirt with two hands and lifted your hips to flip her off but she caught on both too quickly and too late. She lurched forward into your grip but instantly pinned your hands above your head as her legs fell down next to yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realised her face was inches from your own, it was only then that you become aware of the darker specs of brown in her eyes that highlighted the lighter shades. They were beau- okay. They were okay eyes. Yours were better.

The corner of her mouth raised in her familiar smirk that you always despised. But being that close brought light to how soft her lips looked. They were slightly parted and you wondered what kind of things she could do with that mouth. Professional things of course. Strictly professional and tactical thing. Not sinful things at all...

You wanted those thoughts banished from your head immediately. You wanted to leave.

All too hastily, you tried to raise your hips again, only then noticing how Carol's new position had her core right over yours. The contact and friction was undeniable, as was the slow throbbing that started.

A quiet moan slipped from your mouth that you desperetly coughed to cover up. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to see if Carol had noticed.

"Get off me, Carol." You huffed, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"What? You don't like me ontop of you?" She smirked.

God you definetly did.

As much as you tried to ignore that memory and replace it with the time you were first introduced you rarely succeeded. And even then it was like your hatred for her only encouraged how much you wanted to feel her deep insi-

"Are you even listening to me?!" Carol yelled at you with a glare. You never zoned out during meetings. Carol knew that. Fury knew that. Yet it was still very clear you just had.

"Are you done rambling?" You quipped, not having a moment to place the filter over your mouth as the thought spilled out.

Fury arched a brow at the question and Carol's jaw clenched in an annoyingly attractive way. You did not regret that one bit.

"If I hadn't taken the shot the hostages would have died."

"They almost did anyway."

"Almost."

There had been some sort of detonator with the man holding the hostages. Once dead, the storage he had loaded into his truck had been destroyed and nothing was salvageable. That was important cargo, but you always put a priority on lives. Taking the bad ones more than saving the good ones admittedly.

Once a vigilante always a vigilante.

"I don't think you understand how valuable that cargo was."

The meeting continued like that for a while. You would never admit it to anyone, especially as fucking up the mission wasn't intentional, but seeing how the tables had turned from the last time the three of you were in that office? It made you happier than it should have.

You guessed the two of you were even now. Maybe she would finally leave you alone. Your happiness faulted at that thought.

Finally, Fury told you and Carol to go and that it would be discussed again tomorrow. He was clearly tired. It had been a long day and it was late, everyone else was already asleep.

Even as you trudged down the hallway Carol continued to rant about your inability to follow orders. You would be the first to admit you weren't a team player. You still weren't used to it. But you always follow orders.

"I can follow orders, Captain. I just choose not to follow yours." You said calmly as approached the hallway towards your room.

You hated that Carol's room was next to yours. You had been there when Carol had talked to Tony about staying at the Avengers compound. You had seen her sly smirk as she pointed out on the compound map which room she wanted. Knowing full damn well it was next to yours.

How long did she plan to keep this up? You definetly didn't bug her about her screw up as long as she was you. Why couldn't she just hold the grudge in silence like you?

"You put aside personal matters when you go on a mission, y/n." She continue to scorn.

"Not personal, Captain. I just know when a decision and order is bullshit." Your room finally came into your line of sight. Just a few more meters.

"It wasn't bullshit. It was the right call. You just refuse to do what I tell you to." You rolled your eyes at her insistence, something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde.

"The whole thing would have been fucked if I followed your orders. You should be thanking me." You taunted with a smile. But before you could fully bathe in your victory of getting under her skin, Carol gripped your neck tightly and slammed you into the wall.

You eyes widened as your back hit the wall painfully and you struggled to comprehend that Carol's hand was really around your neck...and you liked it.

"What? Got nothing to say to your Captain now?" She smirked. A familiar jolt travelled throughout your body and rested between your legs at her words.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Her hand, her words and the tone that accompanied them. You could always tell Carol was a top, but a dom?!

"If I could go back..." You started, your voice quiet with an edge of fear that made Carol preen. "And do the mission again...." Carol watched your face intently, awaiting your words of apology. "I still wouldn't follow your orders. Because I don't take orders from yo-" Carol stepped forward and forced one of her legs between yours.

You bit you lip to stop yourself moaning at the friction she was causing, the urge to grind against her leg was strong.

"Brat." She whispered with poison dripping from her voice. Her warm breath hit the small area of skin her hand wasn't covering and her hair tickled you chin.

"I have just the thing to deal with that. You wont be keeping up that facade for long."

You were about to object and assure her you would. That your stubbornness was just as strong as hers and you had been down this road before with others.

As she moved away from you she gripped your shirt in her closed fist and pulled you away from the wall with her. You hated that you instantly missed the contact of her thigh between yours. But her rough nature was doing it for you too. It had been so long since someone had been rough with you and you yearned to feel that again.

Carol had barely opened her door when she pushed you through the gap into her room. You were about to take in your surroundings and even pause to assess what was happening, but Carol's hands were on you again and all doubt slipped from your mind.

The next thing you knew your face was engulfed by soft pillows before you felt Carol's strong presence above you.

You could feel her knees on either side of your waist, pressed against you as though caging you beneath her. Her hands entwined with the back of your own and held them above your head under the pillows.

You went to move your hips up out of instinct from your training but Carol was too strong. She didn't even flinch from you efforts, clearly overpowering you in strength.

You reminded yourself you would not, under any circumstances, let Carol win.

You wouldn't apologise for the mission, wouldn't do what she said and you would not fully submit to her. It was something you truly believed, Carol knew this and it made everything you eventually did all the more worthit.

You could never imagine or anticipate the things you would let her do to you that night or the desperate way you would beg her to do them.

Her hair tickled your exposed neck as she leant down to whisper into your ear. "Anything you want to say to me before I begin? Perhaps an apology?" Carol questioned, knowing you would say no such thing but wanting to have more ammunition for later on.

You chuckled into the pillows before replying. "Go fuck yourself." It was muffled. But Carol understood.

She didn't reply verbally, instead she leant further against your body as her hands left yours and wandered down your arms.

Carol inhaled the scent around your neck as her hands reached your shoulders and decended to trace your collarbones that were visible from your shirt being lowered.

The blonde took her time memorizing every inch of your body, especially cupping your clothed breasts in her hands and ever so slightly grinding herself against you as she did so.

You reminded yourself to control your breathing as you felt those motions, not allowing yourself to be caught up in the firm grip of her hands against your breasts or the way she used your body to gain some friction to her core.

Her hands continued to massage your lower stomach, admiring the feel of your finally formed abs in a way she never could when you trained.

You kept your head amongst the pillows when her fingers danced around the waistband of your trousers. You didn't want Carol to see the anticipating look on your face at the touch of her fingers. They barely dipped half an inch beneath your trousers and panties but the contract gave you chills. You wanted to feel her against your bare skin more.

Carol retracted her fingers and instead wordlessly moved them to the centre of your trousers and unbuttoned them. You could hear her pull your zip down in the deafening silence of the room and you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation again.

She didn't hesitate once in her movements. With undeniable certainty, Carol slipped her hand under your trousers and panties to meet the space between your legs that welcomed her.

Carol sighed into the crook your neck as her fingers met your wetness between your slick lips. You bit your lip to stop any sounds escaping your mouth as the arrogant hero swiped a single finger slowly through your eager folds. She collected the arousal on her fingers before pressing it firmly to your clit.

Your hips rolled into her hand before you could stop them and the action caused a smug grin from Carol that although you couldn't see, you could feel against your skin. It was considerably worse and amplified your arousal as Carol could tell.

You hated feuling her ego. You hated that she had made you so wet your throbbing clit would slip around her fingers when she had barely touched you.

"Such a wet little brat. You're so ready for me and I've barely touched you." Carol husked as her finger continued to alter between running through your folds and rubbing your clit lightly.

It took every ounce of self control in your body not to squirm against her or make any noise. Your pride helped you keep those actions at bay.

Carol gripped your chin with her free hand and turned your head away from the pillow. You tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde, knowing it would make your self control waver, but her hand continued to guide your line of sight to her enchanting gaze.

Her face was so close to yours you were completely caught off guard when Carol's finger pushed inside you and was engulfed by your lower lips with ease.

You bit your lip hard at the action, still staring into Carol's eyes and refusing to be the one to look away first. The intense eye contact did you no favours in holding off your verbal signs of arousal, especially when her single digit curled to brush your most pleasurable spot.

You gave a breathy moan when Carol held her finger against your g-spot for a long moment before withdrawing it, your eyes marginally widening as you adjusted to the pleasure, something Carol wouldn't have noticed if your faces weren't so close.

Her finger pushed back in at a slow pace but always stroked the back of your pussy in an angelic way.

You moaned louder when Carol returned with two fingers, the additional surface area made the experience all the more pleasurable and you feared how quickly you would cum.

Carol studied your facial expressions as she fingered you slowly, figuring out the spots that made you preen in pleasure the most and even the best angles to approach it.

It didn't take her long to understand the eb and flow of your pussy better than anyone ever had. With this powerful knowledge, Carol's pace suddenly increased in an overwhelming way you could barely adjust to.

She fucked you hard and fast with her fingers. Her wrist twisted in the most agile ways that caused her fingers to burry deep within you.

You moaned continuously as you stared into Carol's brown eyes you were beginning to remember better than your own.

The pleasure was immense and you knew your orgasm would hit you hard. Your breathing became rapid and your walls clenched down on Carol's fingers desperetly as your body prepared for your release.

Carol's fingers increased in pace as she gripped your chin harder, ensuring you look at her as her smirk finally returned.

Just as you were about to explode around Carol's fingers she retracted them from your throbbing pussy and brought them up to her lips as she grinned at you.

"Carol!" You protested in disbelief and annoyance.

"What? You didn't really think I would let you cum so soon did you? You haven't earned the right. Unless, of course, you'd like to make an apology." Carol said as her eyes bore deep into yours.

"Like hell I will." You groaned.

Carol clicked her tongue in disapproval before finally looking away from you. Her fingers returned to your waistband, only this time she pulled your trousers down swiftly, deliberately leaving your soaking panties clinging to you.

She then got off the bed and strolled confidently towards her walk in closet for a few seconds, returning with a few pieces of metal you weren't surprised to be seeing yet still gave you goosebumps. Carol's keen eyes seemed to notice this and she grinned knowingly to herself.

You shifted onto your side to get a clearer view of the devices attached to the long silver chain, once Carol reached your side she roughly forced your shoulder down so you were laying on your back.

"You're very pushy you know?" You quipped as Carol moved to straddle you hips and placed the metal beside you.

Her jaw clenched tightly in annoyance of your words but she didn't look at you, instead running her hands along your lower abdomen beneath your shirt. Seeing her frustration at you, especially the slight heavy exhale through her nose very few would notice, helped you control the urge to shiver under Carol's touch.

"I hope you can do other things with that mouth of yours besides bitching, for your own sake." Carol said lowly before gripping the end of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

"It can work wonders," you winked at her with a grin, "and it's nice to know you care, Captain, not just a big, mean, dom I see."

Carol's hand wrapped tightly around your throat just as you finished your sentence. She glared at you with clear rage in her eyes, a look that made putting up your hard front difficult. You had a strong urge to apologise, but you instead pushed it aside.

"If you think for one moment I'm going to go ease on you at any point you are sadly mistaken, brat. I'm not done with you until you're a begging, quivering, pathetic mess that's forgotten her own name and only knows her Captain. Even then I won't take any pity because of the shit you keep pulling. Whores dont deserve sympathy." Your breathing was shaky as the words dripped from her mouth laced with poison, threatening to be the end of you.

You were made acutely aware of her grip of your neck tightening and her ability to cut it off and never let you breathe again. You weren't sure at what point you had given over all control, but you didn't want it to stop.

Carol leaned in next to your ear and her scent enveloped your sences again. Her voice had dropped considerably when she next spoke her whispered words. "I can't wait to break you." She bit down on your ear harshly making you yelp. You couldn't deny the effect she was having on your body, she could see it too. Of course she could, she was playing you like a fiddle and there was nothing you could do about it. It was a thrilling realisation.

Carol pulled away from you slowly while you tried to return your breathing to it's normal pace. It wasn't until you heard Carol's deep chuckled that you realised that your eyes were clenched shut. You opened them to see the blonde looking very proud of herself and the result she had gotten.

You couldn't make another witty remark. Your brain couldn't form any kind of coherent thought and you wouldn't have trusted your mouth to deliver it. Besides, after what Carol had just said, you were afraid to speak out of term again.

The self-certain hero reached around your back to unclasp your bra as her other hand came to rest on your stomach, pressing down as she used it for support while she leant forward.

Carol's eyes eagerly took in every inch of your skin the moment it was exposed. She slowly pulled your bra away before flinging it across the room without taking her eyes off of your breasts.

The cold air hitting your skin made your nipples strain in a want for attention, although you and Carol both knew that wasn't the only reason. Carol hummed at the sight and leaned forward again to rub your buds between her thumb and fingers. Your head leant back into the pillows at the attention, sighing in bliss before you hissed sharply at the the spark of pain.

The blonde smiled in amusement as she continued to pinch your nipples harshly, you didn't protests out of stubbornness.

Carol then picked up the forgotten clamps next to you, trailing the chain slowly and deliberately over your sensitive skin. She attached the left clamp with a silent concentration that filled the room with tension. You hissed again as Carol adjusted the screw to the level she saw fit, which was scarily tight, before moving to the next with the same accuracy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to enjoy the throbbing pain on you nipples, but the growing slick between your legs was telling enough.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip hard to suppress a whimper, failing when Carol gave the chain a quick tug that made you give a strained whimper that sounded more pathetic than it would have if you hadn't tried to stop it.

Carol moved further down your body and spread your legs apart so she could sit between them. You could feel the chain extending down your stomach so you opened your eyes in confusion and instantly squirmed.

The two clamps had separate chains that looped around a small ring that lay on your stomach, twinkling mischeviously in the light. There was a third chain on the bottom of the ring that had a clamp at the end of it. A clamp that Carol was guiding dangerously close to your still covered core.

You had had experience with clamps before, but the thought of one pinching painfully at your throbbing clit was one you were unfamiliar and uncertain with.

Carol adjusted herself according to your newfound protests to kneeling on your legs, each knee digging into each of your thighs as a show of control. Your hands were still free and just as you were about to sit up Carol spoke with a fake pout.

"Aww, do you not think you can handle this? Are you too sensitive?" She mocked making you freeze. "I can always stop if you want me to. All you have to do is say the magic word." The blonde continued to taunt.

Your pride screamed at you to make some snarky remark as to protect your ego, knowing saying 'please' would lead to you spiralling down the rabbit hole you refused to step foot in, while your fear begged you to stay quiet. But there was also a small part of you that was eager to experience the pleasurable pain the clamp would surely deliver to your clit.

So instead, you kept your mouth shut and stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep an eye on Carol in your peripheral while appearing to ignore her.

She smirked, unbeknownst to you, at your pettiness and trailed a single finger against the wet patch on your panties. You struggled to continue looking at the ceiling and bucked your hips to try and meet Carol's hand.

Surprisingly, Carol let you and even pressed further against your panties, rubbing your clothed lips and relishing in the effect she had on you.

Carol teased you like that for a while, rubbing her finger against your soaking folds before circling your throbbing clit. Every so often she received a quiet whine from you that flooded you with embarrassment, hating how your body betrayed you and pleased Carol.

Finally, Carol pulled your ruined panties down and gleamed at the sight of your glistening folds, the view making her pussy clench around nothing and ache more than it had all night. An idea sprung to mind and she smirked at the thought.

She took the third clamp between her long fingers and pinched at your clit. You yelped and bucked your hips up again as Carol entrapped the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"So responsive." She muttered, more to herself than you, as she slowly twisted the screw. Her eyes returned to your pained face as she adjusted the tightness, studying you to see when you would reach the peak of your pain and your limit.

Your face scrunched up at the sharp pain that jolted throughout your body and made you whine lowly as you turned your head to the side and tried to squirm away.

Carol took another glance at your strained bud, biting her lip at the sight, before gripping your under arms and flipped you onto your back.

You were surprised and caught off guard but all questions flew from your mind when you were pushed against the mattress, the clamps pressing down and amplifying your pain.

A tear formed in your eye as your nipples burned hot in pain and your clit ached against its restraint. You whined and tried to squirm away, the inch you did move only made things worse as your dragged the clamps and the skin they pinched across the mattress. You gave a small cry at the pain but pushed your face into the pillows to muffle it, still trying with everything you had to not let Carol win.

You were so caught up in the unnatural pain you didn't even notice Carol stripping herself of her jeans and pants. But you did notice when you felt her wet pussy lips come into contact with the back of your thigh.

You brain short circuited when you felt how wet she was and that she was slowly rocking herself on your leg, using your body to get herself off.

"What are you-"

"Quiet." Carol cut you off by demanding as her hands locked yours to the top of the mattress again.

Her arousal was spreading across your thigh as she grinded against you.

You could feel your own breathing increase rapidly as you heard Carol gasp out occasionally. You wanted to see her. You wanted to see the look of pleasure on her face as she approached her high. What did she look like cuming? Did you feel good against her? Would she ever let you make her cum with your fingers or tongue. You prayed desperetly that you would someday get the chance.

"Fuck." Carol moaned breathlessly. Your own pussy clenched around nothing at the sound and you knew that while Carol was getting her wetness over your thigh, you were getting your own on her bed.

Carol's grip on your hands tightened as her movements became more erratic, chasing her release.

"Your Captain's gonna cum on your thigh, brat. Such a good fuck toy for me to use." A moan slipped past your lips at her words. You cursed yourself for giving the reaction Carol wanted, helping her frantic movements.

"Oh you like this, slut? You like being my little fuck toy for me to use whenever I want?"

You desperetly searched for friction on the bed covers as you whined, only to accidently apply more overwhelming pressure to all 3 clamps.

Carol's cunt dug harder into the back of your thigh as she came with a low moan, coating your skin with the evident of her orgasm.

Surprisingly, Carol didn't move from your thigh as she brought a soft hand around to the soaking space between your legs. She tugged momentarily on the clamp there and you whimpered in protest making her snicker.

She fingers teased your lower lips as she spoke. "You seemed to enjoy that just as much as I did." Carol smirked arrogantly as her fingers swiped at your arousal. "Answer me." She demanded, delivering a smack to your ass to punctuate her words.

You didn't. Instead your breathed into the pillows and tried not to think about how they smelled like Carol in an annoyingly soft way.

Carol spanked you again harshly, barely giving you a chance to adjust to the last.

"No." You lied shakily.

"Don't lie to me. You're only adding to your punishment, not that I mind. It's just drawing out the fun I'm having. Being a lying little slut gives me something else to fuck out of you too." Carol spanked you again as those words left her lips. She gripped your hips tightly and pulled you up so your ass was on full display to her.

When Carol's hand returned to your ass her hand was considerably warmer. You thought it was strange at first until she did it again, this time burning hot.

You moaned into the pillow as your realised Carol was using her powers. And you loved it. The hellish heat, Carol's brute strength and the merciless ways she delivered the blows with no recovery time hit your core everytime.

Your legs shook in pleasure and pain and your moans got notably louder. Sometimes when you tried to lean back into Carol's hand she tugged sharply at the ring connecting the chains on your clamps and you immediately returned to your position.

"Something to say?" Carol inquired after a particularly loud moan from you.

It dawned on you how close you were to submitting yourself to Carol. How close you were to telling her you loved every second of what she was doing and wanted her to fuck you.

So, to convince yourself more than the dominant blonde above you, you spoke up. "Need your powers to help you, Carol? Can't do it on your own?"

The pissed off blonde spanked you unbelievably hard after that. Your whole body lurched forward so suddenly you almost hit your head on the wall. You ass was stinging terribly and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek just after you cried out.

Carol got off the bed to once again disappear into the closet, giving you a moment to wipe the stray tear away so she could never know it was there.

When the powerful hero returned your eyes immediately fell to the obnoxious toy between her legs.

You bit your lip at the thought of her fucking you with it. Despite that, you were in denial that something that long and girthy would even fit. Although you knew Carol would make it fit. And with the blonde as pissed as she was...

"God you're practically drooling on my sheets." Your cheeks redened slightly at her words. "You want my cock, brat? You wanna be your Captain's cockslut?" God you did. But you refused to admit it, even if there was a moan caught in your throat.

"It isn't for your needy little pussy yet. It's to shut you up." Carol said as she straddled your chest, the strap inches away from your face.

"I'm not sucking your fucking strap, Carol." You tried to defy passively with an amused grin. You wanted to, so much. The thought of doing something like that was making your cunt pulse. But you might as well get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. You refused to please Carol with such a submissive act, even if you could feel the cracks in your bratty walls grow with each exchange of words and acts.

To your surprise, Carol didn't push the idea any more, simply nodding with a sly smirk, as though she knew something you didn't.

Instead, the taller woman grabbed a small device from the side of the bed you had failed to notice prior. She twirled it in her hand, as though familiarizing herself with it as she positioned herself between your legs again, a place she seemed to be becoming familiar with.

As you gazed at the toy Carol held you couldn't help but feel there was something different about it. Something you couldn't quite placed. It wasn't as slim as any vibrator you had ever seen, not as pointed either, but there was something else to it too.

You didn't voice these inquires and the blonde didn't make any suggestive comments. So you let the thoughts go.

With her free hand, Carol unscrewed the clamp that had continued to grip onto you with everything it had. The release of pressure was unimaginably relieving but you didn't get long to appreciate it.

Carol wordlessly turned the vibrator on to a high setting and teased it against your skin just above your clit. Your hips jerked instantly in an attempt to lower the vibrator to where you needed it, but Carol placed a firm hand between your hip bones and kept you in place.

You almost whined at that, trying hard to keep it at bay, but Carol soon placed it directly onto your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked again as the vibrations hit you hard. The lack of a tip stopped them being focused to one point and instead pulsed down to every milimeter of your clit.

Despite this newfound pleasure, you couldn't shake the unnerving silence from Carol that hung in the room. Just as her lack of teasing with the vibrator hung over you. It seemed as though she was purely focused on drawing out your own pleasure, abandoning any precious plans. You knew that wasn't really the case. But you didn't know what was. It was anxiety inducing not knowing what Carol was planning in that stubborn head of hers.

The silent blonde watched you as she rotated the vibrator, grinding it into you like a drill that buzzed furiously. The vibrations were sending strong shock waves to your core that were carried throughout the entirety of your body in bliss.

Just as you were about to mentally praise yourself for not making a noise the vibrations seemed to multiple at an alarming rate.

You moaned the loudest you had all night at the feeling of warmth covering your core, emitting off of the vibrator that centred in on your aching clit that was drenched in arousal. Your hips tried to buck violently in search for the source of the vibrations that pulsed almost angrily.

You finally braved a look down as you panted heavily amongst moans to see what could possibly cause such uncharted pleasure only to spot the blue, yellow and red swirls of light you had come to hate the sight of. In that moment you didn't hate them though, far from it. You were entranced by the light show from Carol.

Your legs attempted to close around Carol's hand and the vibrator, but she held them apart. She watched you with an arrogant smirk as you threw your head back and moaned continuously, just as she had planned.

"Oh? I thought you didn't like me using my powers on you. You seem to be enjoying it now, judging by your slutty moans that is." She taunted knowingly.

You're unable to muster the voice to say something, to defend your ego. All you can do try to stop yourself moaning Carol's name or title.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as Carol's powers never let up, mercilessly pulsing waves of vibrations to your core repeatedly until your legs started to shake.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as your clit throbbed aggressively, desperate to reach it's release it craved so much.

Your moans became less coherent when your back arched and toes curled. Just as you were about to fall over that glorious edge all vibrations died down to barely noticeable sensation.

You whined lowly at the worst teasing you had ever felt. It was as though Carol held you over your much needed edge by the back of your shirt, keeping you in that vulnerable state until she decided to either pull you back or let you go.

"Do you need something?" Carol asked with a shit eating grin.

You brought your hands down to push the vibrator further against you but Carol pinned them together in the middle of your stomach with one hand. The strength of just that was able to stop you and it was frustrating to no end knowing that.

Her other hand stayed firmly attached to the vibrator that was quietly buzzing against you core. Carol occasionally messed around with the vibrations levels and the inclusion of her powers to take you by surprise, constantly keeping you on the edge of where you needed to be most.

"Jesus Christ!" Your frustration bubbled to the surface, unable to control your anger at Carol for the merciless teasing she was making you ensure.

"Nope, just your Captain." If you had control of your legs, you would have kneed her in that stupidly attractive face of hers.

The vibrations were becoming too much yet still too little. Every so often they would spike to the previous level before returning to something unfairly light. Your orgasm seemed to grow closer and closer each time before it was denied.

Once, Carol slipped the powered vibrator through your drenched folds with her powers lining it. It felt insane. Energy tickling your inner walls as the vibrations hit all the right areas. But, of course, it was quickly pulled away too.

Just like that, all defiance left your body and you surrendered to your needs.

"Carol, Please, I need to cum so bad!" You wailed in desperation, not caring how you sounded.

"Really?" Carol wondered aloud as she stared down at you.

"Yes! Carol..." You whined and returned her stare pleadingly.

"Who are you begging to make you cum?"

You gulped stiffly, knowing you were about to slip head first into the rabbit hole you had been avoiding so precisely all night.

"You...My Captain." Carol preened at the use of her title, something she had long awaited to hear you say and was sure you would need no encouragement to say it countless more times that night.

"Good girl." She husked and carelessly threw the vibrator to the side now she could use something better. "You want your Captain to fuck you? You wanna cum on my cock like a good little slut?"

Your nodded eagerly, knowing the only way was forward and that you would do anything for what Carol wanted to do to you.

"Please Captain, I want you so bad." You begged shameless.

"Well then you need to get my cock ready for your cunt." Carol stated matter-of-factly as she sat up straight and edged towards you.

The silicone toy between her legs was getting nearer to your face and your mouth watered at the sight, knowing you would need it to help accomdate the size.

You were so dazed by the sight of the toy bigger than you had ever seen that Carol had to tap your cheek to prompt you to open your mouth for her strap.

You did so instantly and without hesitation, quickly having the tip of the silicone toy at your mouth.

"Such an obidient baby now. You would do anything for my cock wouldn't you?" But Carol didn't give you a chance to respond. She thrusted her hips forward and in a flash she was forcing the strap into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

The blonde retreated the strap slightly only to ram it back in with more force and causing you to gag as it surpassed your limit without consideration.

You tried to sit up on your elbows to try and soften Carol's thrusts but she knelt down painfully on your arms as she gripped the headboard to aid her thrusting.

"I haven't even got you tired up and you're still so helpless." She mocked cruelly as she continued to make you gag and choke on the toy you struggled to accomdate so badly.

Eventually it became too much and you body fell limp in defeat, drool spilling from your mouth.

Carol didn't fail to notice this and chuckled darkly at the sight of you spread out on her bed with a dazed expression. She hadn't even fucked you yet.

As the dominant hero withdrew her strap she felt a rush to her core at the sight of your saliva glistening on her cock. You really had gotten it ready for yourself. Not that it would help you handle the size much.

Carol didn't waste and time lining the strap up with your entrance. Her hands were firmly placed on either of your thighs to ensure you stay spread open for her.

"Please." You whispered as you both watched the strap part your folds, paving a way for itself, before disappearing into your hungry pussy. You moaned loudly as the strap stretched your walls for it's entrance. You couldn't help but cling onto Carol's bare back and scratch the prominent muscle beneath your fingers as she sunk the strap in further.

The pain was present but it was overridden by the amazing pleasure provided by it. Your pussy clenched desperately around the intruder just before Carol bottomed out into you and you cried out at the unexpected motion, gripping onto the woman above you as much as you could.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as they took over every part of your brain, body and soul.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

"You feel how deep I am inside you, slut?" Carol grunted as she continued her onslaught of fucking tour dripping pussy.

"Yes Captain! Feels so good. You feel so good deep inside me." You moaned between breathless pants.

"God you're such a desperate slut for me. Dripping whore for me to use whenever I want." She punctuated each word with the snap of her hips.

The coil in your lower abdomen was starting to tighten and you craved your release.

"C-Captain." You stuttered as you started to shudder. "I'm gonna...cum."

"Beg me for it." Carol demanded and you complied without question.

"Please! Please Captain, I'm gonna cum so hard! Please let me! I'll be good for you." You begged as though Carol held your life in her hands.

"Why should I let you?"

"Because I- because I'm sorry!" You looked Carol in the eyes as you pleaded, letting you see her expression when she knew she had won. You both knew.

"How sorry?" Carol asked as her pace increased. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm for much longer.

"I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." Carol watched you for a moment as she memorized every inch of you during her victory.

"Cum for your Captain." With a cry, you came incredibly hard on Carol's cock. Your whole body shuddered violently as Carol fucked you through your orgasm in the most ungentle way possible.

"I'm cuming! I'm cuming on your cock, Captain!" Never in your life did you think you would talk like this to someone, especially not Carol. Never since meeting the arrogant hero did you think you would submit to her in such a wanton way.

Carol fucked you through your orgasm and into another one without even considering giving you a break or chance to recover from the earth shattering one you had just experienced. Your vision was still spotted with blanks as you tried to speak this to her but you couldn't manage to form any coherent words, the only sounds resonating throughout the room were your desperate moans, slapping of Carol's thighs against your own and the wet sound of your pussy being fucked, this being amplified even more now that your cum was swirling around inside of you with the strap.

Carol unexpectedly reached out quicker than you could react to and locked her hand around your throat. Her pace was harder this time, as though reminding you she hadn't forgotten she was punishing you and that she was still mad at you. Clearly very mad.

The strap slammed against the back of your pussy and had you crying out in a failed attempt to adjust to it. Even that was muffled by Carol's grip on your airways.

You couldn't believe the force she was able to gather to drive herself into you with each thrust. Over and over. You began to loose your grip on the world around you.

You plummeted into another orgasm in no time, your overworked pussy spasming around the strap as it released more sticky liquid onto it that you were too blissed out to notice was dripping onto yours and Carol's thighs. She smacked your thigh hard to show she at least had acknowledged it.

You lost count of how many times you had cum. When your limbs went weak and finally dropped from Carol's back she withdrew. Something you were thankful for until she flipped you onto your front and dove back in. Her stamina and sex drive was unforgivable and unmatched. And soon, it was the only thing you knew.

You continued to moan and scream profanities into the pillow while Carol wrecked your world above you. She had your head forced into the pillows with one hand and showed no signs of letting up.

You mustered as much energy as you could to squirm away but your efforts were futile. Your pussy ached with the punishing pace and extreme overstimulation you were experiencing. But you had no way to escape it. All you could do was lay beneath your Captain, voice horse from screaming so loud countless times, and take everything she was giving.

When the final orgasm was ripped from your body it was as though it had taken every part of you with it. Your exhausted and overworked body finally abandoned you and left you to be enveloped by the darkness and the strong arms of Carol Danvers.

[fluffallamaful]

HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI

I have some lee!gogy hcs for you!!! And some slight ler dream!!! (Since I saw your post asking for lee gogy or lee dream hcs!)

I feel like teasing doesn't really get to him except the teases where the lers like "You were just mad 5 seconds ago! Where'd all that anger go? Hm?"

He absolutely melts at belly tickles. Do with this what you'd like

He never prevokes a ler unless his lee moods are like really bad. He either just suffers with his lee mood (same gogy💀) or he just texts a ler and asks for tickles

Lives for tickles while platonically cuddling with dream. Like they'll be watching a movie and they'll be like...side hugging and dream just like traces his belly or occasionally flutters over his ribs.

I have more if you'd like to hear them! Although they'd just probably be blurbs or mini-fics!

Have a good day/night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ahhhhhh these are all so cute!!!!! i shall discuss each one because i love them alllll ☹️ and also yes please feel free to send in more omg?? doesn’t matter the format (blurbs/fics etc…), it’s just fun to talk about them 🙌🏼

(discussion belowwww)

🦙🦙🦙…

grumpy tease: this is so cute coz it’s kinda like,, him not wanting them to notice that the tickles have cheered him up? like that’s basically what the tease is pointing out. so like if they were also to point out the fact that he’s giggling, that he’s smiling. just anything that proves that he’s loving it and that he can’t help but show it

tummy tickles: ohhh i loveeee 😭 my hc for him is that tummy is one of his favourite spots,, and that it makes him so damn giggly and practically putty. so absolutely yes

provoking: OK SO THIS has intrigued me. because george is absolutely an instigator and a little provoker. BUT with this hc,, it would mean that the only time that he isn’t being a little menace, is when he’s lee?? that’s so cute?? so like if sap or dream notice that gogy has lost his fight and cheek,, they can pretty much infer that he’s absolutely needing tickles aH!! like george trying not to be obvious about it and then absolutely being the most obvious everrrrr

tickle hugs: i’m going to combust coz yes i also love the idea of george adoring tickle hugs from dream :(( like dream has the patience for his squirminess, and he just gets showered in the perfect amount of mean:loving teases. also just the idea of dream pulling george into his side for tummy tickles makes me weak

🦙🦙🦙…

[lovelydiamond-cake]

caramel arrow x rye?

A RARE PAIR!?? I NEVER HEARD OF THIS ONE BEOFRE! IT SOUNDS CUTE WTF!??

Tk scenario!!

Caramel Arrow wanted to have a small wrestle match with Rye. Just to test out her upper strength.

It really just ended with Rye in a pile of laughter.

"What did I say we were doing?"

"HAHA WRES- *SNORT* WRESTLEHEHAHAHA"

"And what did you do?"

Rye, unfortunately, was lost in laughter to answer this time.

"You squirm like crazy! It's hard to get a hold of you!"

In all honesty, Rye is never aware of how aggressively she acts during workouts with her girlfriend. She gets very eager and becomes aggressive with Caramel halfway through.

Which poses no issue for Caramel at all; being the first watcher in Cacao's Kingdom, it goes without saying that she can handle the aggression of her own girlfriend.

But, that didn't mean she wasn't going to get punished for her aggressiveness.

"Come on! Answer it I know you can do it!!" She encouraged, watching the blush on Rye's face spread rapidly.

"I-I GIVE I GIHIHIVE!!"

"Are you sure? I barely started!"

"YOHOH WINHIN"

"Aww but so soon?"

"YES YEHEHEHESS I FORFIHIHIHAHAHA MER-"

"Jeez I don't know if I should.. Maybe this can be a training session! We can see how long i can keep a grip on you while you thrash around like crazy!"

The struggle to try and get out of Caramel's grasp was incredibly difficult. Which says a lot for the usually energetic Rye cookie. She even threw a couple kicks here and there. But it didn't stop the first watcher, simply switching Rye's position to face down as she sat on her butt, trapping her arms under her knees.

"HAHAHA I-M GONAHAHAH"

"You are a kicker aren't you? You know that won't stop me!"

Her squirming got a bit hostile once being but in this position, it made the watcher wonder if her girlfriend could actually take it any longer..

Well that doesn't make sense, you could last way longer than this..

Caramel thought as she eased her attack onto the cookie, just to check in her.

Which, after a bit, found out it was a bad idea..

Rye quickly jumped up and pinned Caramel to the floor immediately attacking her sides causing the watcher to scream out in hysterics.

"You thought you could take me down that easy huh?!"

"WAHahAhHahiHIHIhiT I'mhmh SohorHEHEHEHAHAHA"

"Well it's too late now ya softie! Should've thought about that before- huh!?.. WO- AHH"

Caramel (learned this trick for Crunchy Chip), surprisingly managed to grab a hold of the energetic cookie and place her into a vulnerable position. Easier for her to aim for Rye's ribs and kiss her neck, knowing well that it'll break her.

"CARAHAHAH NOHOHO"

"If you wanna challenge? Then I'll give you one!" She said with a smile on her face.

"YOHOH BITCHIHIH"

"I'm sorry what was that??"

Thank ovens they had nothing scheduled for tonight. They'll be doing this for a while, after all.

Ship Tk Headcanons!! (Cause I couldn't write another small story and I really want to post this!!)

Oh the wrestle all the time and Rye had no shame in it, which always leads to what you just read

Sometimes, Caramel Arrow comes home real late all exhausted and stuff and she just pass out on the bed.

And for some reason Rye thinks its a good idea to trace every single one of them knowing very well that each and every one of her scars are sensitive

And Caramel Arrow does literally everything to try and stop her, but it never works

The most sensitive of the two has to be Caramel, but Rye has the louder laugh

You can think that you got a good spot, but in all honesty she just has a really loud laughter

Caramel loves to tease her laugh all the time just for the fun of it and it surprisingly embarrasses the cookie

She also loves to tease Rue in her snorts

She will make it very clear she heard her lover snort

Accidental tickles happen all the time with these two

They could be cuddling and all of a sudden Rye would feel Caramel's hand brush against a sensitive area

And all of a sudden they have a tickle fight

They have a lit of tickle fights actually..

Since they both have long and tiring jobs, coming back home just to hear each other's laughter brings warmth to both their hearts

I hope you enjoyed!! And thank you for the ask!!

[intheticklecloset]

The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 3 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: During a particularly long bus ride to the next stop on their road trip, some of the students in Class 1-A take the time to catch up on some sleep. However when they near their destination they'll need to wake up somehow, and lucky for them, Todoroki can get pretty loud when he's being tickled!

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one! Lee Todoroki has my entire heart. He makes a great alarm clock, too! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,384

Part 1

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“S-Stop it!”

“What’s wrong? Can’t get away?”

“Kaminari!” There was a low chuckle, followed by the sounds of a scuffle. “S-Stohop, please!”

Mina pulled out one of her earbuds to listen more closely, intrigued by whatever was happening on the bus seat in front of hers. Momo sat beside her, having fallen asleep nearly an hour ago. The harder she listened, the more she matched the pleading voice to Todoroki.

“Plehehease, no! People are t-tryihihing to sleep!”

“Eh, sleep is boring,” Kaminari replied, a smile in his voice. “This is way more fun.”

Mina grinned, already guessing what was happening in front of her. Still, she carefully got to her feet so as not to disturb Momo, leaning over the seat in front of hers to witness the scuffle with her eyes as well.

Todoroki was pressed up against his window seat, desperately squirming and pushing at Kaminari’s hands. Meanwhile the blonde had a huge grin on his face, reaching through his friend’s defenses to poke and prod wherever he could, and poor Todoroki was helpless against his giggles and the sparkle in his eyes that told her he was honestly having as much fun as Kami was.

“Aww,” she cooed, drawing both of their attention. “You two are so cute.”

“Hey, Mina,” Kaminari said casually, switching tactics and squeezing the icy-hot hero’s thigh instead. Todoroki jolted and kicked the seat in front of him, grabbing the blonde’s wrist and shoving it away.

“Hey, Denki.” Mina put her chin in her hand and watched the two of them with a smile. “Having fun, Todo?”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, then received a jab to his ribs. “Stohohop it!”

“If you really wanted me to stop, you’d have said your safe word by now.” Kaminari winked, reaching up into his underarm to scribble at the hollow.

Todoroki jolted again, hitting his head against the window with a low groan. “Ow! Kaminari, please, I’m going to wake someone up or hurt myself or something!”

“If you’d hold still and take it, it wouldn’t be a problem~”

“Again – I’ll wake someone up.” Todoroki finally managed to grab both of his wrists to stop him, face turning slightly more serious. “You know how ticklish I am. Half our class is trying to sleep; I don’t want to wake them up and have them mad at me.”

Kaminari pouted. “Oh, fine, if you’re really worried about it I’ll stop.”

Todoroki looked both relieved and disappointed as he let his friend go. “Thank you.”

Mina frowned, noticing the shift in mood and wishing she could do something about it. After a moment, a thought hit her, and she lit up even as she sat back down, put her earbuds back in, and pulled out her phone to text Kaminari her plan.

Two hours later, when the bus was finally nearing their destination, Mina stored her earbuds away and looked around the bus. Most of those who had fallen asleep on the trip were awake now, but there were still a few sleepy faces. Time to put her plan into action.

Momo looked at her curiously as she stood up, tapping Kami on the shoulder to let him know she was ready. He flashed her a smirk and a thumbs-up. Moving quickly, he reached over to Todoroki faster than their friend could react, grabbing his arms and shoving them above his head. Mina immediately grabbed his wrists and held him firmly in place while the blonde plunged his fingers into his exposed ribs.

“GAH!! Whahahahahahat?! Nahahahahahaha!” Todoroki shrieked on instinct, then desperately tried to muffle his laughter as he wiggled and squirmed against both of them. “Stohohohohop! I already tohohohohold you, I’ll wahahahake someone up!”

“Good news!” Mina announced brightly. “We’re almost there! Which means everyone should be waking up anyway!”

“You’ll make a great alarm clock,” Kaminari teased with a wicked grin, pulling back for just a moment to wiggle his fingers in Todoroki’s line of vision, sparks flying between his fingertips.

Todoroki’s eyes went wide, but the excitement on his face was clear even as he shied away from Kami’s reach. “N-No, wait – WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

At this point several of their classmates had turned to look at them, all of them smiling or smirking. A couple of sleepyheads jolted awake, looking around in confusion.

Kami scribbled his tickle-shocking fingers all over Todoroki’s vulnerable torso, from his hips to his ribs and finally his underarms. Upon reaching this last spot, the half-and-half boy tossed his head back and screeched, legs kicking out automatically, drawing the attention of the people sitting in front of him.

“Mon Dieu, Todoroki, you really are super ticklish,” Aoyama said, popping his sparkling blonde head over the top of his own seat to watch the spectacle unfold. He smiled.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Todoroki arched his back, then instantly fell back against his seat when the action only afforded Kami better access to his weak spot. “IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD – PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!!”

“Aww, does it tickle, Todo?” Mina teased, gripping his wrists tighter to keep him from pulling his arms down. “But you’re waking everyone up, so you’re serving your purpose beautifully!”

Todoroki didn’t reply. For the first time he seemed to surrender himself to his hysterics, going limp and letting Kaminari use his tickle-shocks to light up his nervous system and make him laugh uncontrollably, only squirming slightly.

“It’s too bad we can’t reach his feet like this,” Mina mused.

“Oh?” Kami inquired at the same time Todoroki suddenly began fighting again with a renewed shriek. “Why?”

“That’s his worst spot.”

“NO!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Todoroki pleaded even as Kami grinned deviously at him and awkwardly climbed into his lap to pin his knees to the seat while he reached down to take one of his shoes off. Thanks to the confined space, the peppermint-colored boy could do nothing but sit there as Kami began scribbling his fingers over his socked sole. “CRAP, NO – WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Mina laughed along with him when he threw his head back against the seat and let out a scream of ticklish laughter, wiggling his torso but unable to do much more to relieve his ticklish frustration. Tears sprang to his eyes as he laughed and begged desperately for mercy.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Ooh! Good call, Mina!” Kami laughed, too. “This spot really seems to drive him crazy!”

By now everyone on the bus was awake and watching the scene unfold with smiles and smirks on their faces. Some were even cheering Kami on.

Todoroki was barely aware of any of it. All he knew was that his worst spot was being tickled, and he could do absolutely nothing about it, and it was driving him completely insane. Then suddenly his second shoe came off and both of his feet were being tickled at once, and the first mirthful tear escaped him as he screamed with a fresh round of hysterics.

“PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KAMINARIEHEHEHEHEHE!!” He begged, too weakened by his own ticklishness to even be able to pull his arms away from Mina’s hold. “PLEASE DOHOHOHOHON’T USE YOUR SHOHOHOHOCKS THERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Oh?~” Kaminari latched onto the plea and sank his teeth into it. “I wasn’t planning to, but now that you mention it…”

“NONONONO – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” For the first time Todoroki’s laughter went completely silent, but the giggles of his classmates made up for the brief pocket of empty air. Everyone was having a great time watching their usually stoic classmate laugh himself silly. Finally he gasped in enough breath to scream only one word: “HOMEWOHOHOHOHOHOHORK!!”

Kaminari stopped instantly, climbing off of his lap. Mina was a bit confused at first, but quickly put together that “homework” must have been a safe word of some kind and released her friend’s arms so he could yank them back down and curl up against the window, still beaming and giggling uncontrollably. Scattered cheers and giggles circled the bus as Kami gently squeezed his shoulder.

“You okay, man?”

“F-Fihihihine…” Todoroki gasped, a little shaky as he let himself relax into the seat. “Now I’m tired, though…”

“Well, you can’t go to sleep now,” Mina teased, ruffling his hair. “We’re here!”

Sure enough, at that exact moment the bus was pulling into the parking lot of the hotel they’d be staying in for the night.

Todoroki groaned. “Dang it.”

Kaminari and Mina laughed.

~~~

Part 4