#ticklish!david

[radio-navlee]

Mayhaps lee!David headcanons?

Oh but of course, we can’t forget about him!

Head cannons

Lee David:

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t flap his wrists when he gets tickled. Hes for sure a flapper

Pretty squirmy though, but who isn’t?

Will hold onto your wrists if he’s not flapping them.

If you get him in the right spot and surprise him, he will scream until he runs out of breath and fall into cackles

Very feather ticklish indeed. Feathers on the neck and ears will give you some adorable and amazing giggles

I can totally see him waving his finger at you if you try to poke or tickle him randomly, like a warning “no no no”

He’s a kicker too, if you pin him down he will kick into whatever’s on the ground. Dirt? Gone! Wooden floors? Scratched! Tile? Dented and or shattered!

And this is the segment where I’m going to rate his worst to least ticklish spots!

Thighs: 9/10 he will scream if you kneed into them correctly and will die from laughing if you’re not careful.

Sides: 9/10 A basic spot everybody goes for yes but latching onto this particular spot with have him in stitches quick!

Ribs: lower 7/10 upper 8/10 Both spots not as bad but will equally have different reactions based on how you tickle them.

Tummy: 7/10 He’s not a fan of tummy tickles but spidering and crawling you hands over his tummy will get some satisfying laughter, plus he likes it that way

Armpits: 5/10 surprisingly all you’ll get if you go here is a clamp down and a few laughs.

Neck and ears: 5/10 again go with feathers and you’ll get the giggles and scrunchies

Knees: 5/10 a few surprised laughs but not a lot, he will try to kick you off his knees though.

Feet: 4/10 (me personally not a huge fan of feet tickles so) it’s more of an uncomfortable tickle spot more than a fun one

Lee moods:

Sometimes will ask for tickles from Gwen, but most of the time won’t say anything at all until she notices him

He gets super embarrassed when he’s in a Lee mood

For some reason I can see him trying to communicate to Gwen with hand signals to tell her that he wants the tickles.

Anyways that’s it luvs, I know it’s quick but I am getting stuck on a Lee Pomni fic, so I don’t want to make this too long. Expect more soon!

[lextickle]

DAVID TKL HEADCANONS

(I’m hyper fixated on campcamp again…. gulp)

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LEE :

look at him. he’s OBVIOUSLY the most ticklish person that’s ever existed.

worst spots are his knee’s, ankles and underarms

his ler’s are normally gwen and (on a good day) max

has the most silliest laugher ever. high pitched,, squeaky & obnoxious

gets really flustered by verbal teases. a few “tickletickletickle!~”’s and “kitchy kitchy koo!~”’s will get him SQUEALING.

LER:

most gentle ler you’ll ever meet. which makes the sensation’s much.. much… MUCH.. worse.

favorite spots to tickle are the tummy, sides and ribs

big fan of complimenting his lee’s

“your giggles are so sweet!” and stuff like that(lee mood won’t let me think)

but he can ALSO be a lil teasing.. not in a mean way though! mostly!

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” ��d’awww, look at this cute widdle tummy!~”

hypocritical ahh/hj

he mostly only tickles gwen and/or max just to get them to smile(or just because he feels like it)

but he’ll occasionally tickle the other campers when needed!

he’s so stupid UGH I love him.

[amazingmsme]

What Siblings Do

AN: Yes yes, late again, don’t be expecting that to change lmao. But this is a Schitt’s Creek fic I started awhile back to fight the writer’s block & I’m so happy I got to include it for tickletober! Here’s day 15, hope ya like it!

The Rose family was not a tight knit, overly affectionate one. Even as children, the siblings were distant from one another, preferring to play with their expensive toys alone or with their respective friends. When Alexis started to toe the line of puberty, she set out on her world-wide bender that lasted throughout her middle and high school years. David was already on his own in New York, his sister merely a footnote in his thoughts.

When they lost everything and their lives essentially flipped upside down, they only just began to realize they may not be the perfect, happy family they thought they were. Money can buy a lot, but memories are forged from your actions, or lack thereof.

Alexis thought she and David were normal brother and sister, that their contempt and annoyance with each other was common and didn't border on hostility. After being forced to spend so much time with him, she's grown to enjoy his near constant presence, and wondered why she'd ever shut him out. But then he'd say something snide and bitchy and she was promptly reminded. But David was smarter than he gave himself credit for, and she had to admit he could be hilarious. (She couldn't let on that she thought that; the last thing he needed was an ego boost.)

It was the middle of the afternoon, and she was hanging in the motel lobby to fight off her boredom. Stevie gave up on passing her Candy Crush level and shifted her full attention to Alexis's nonstop rambling and the occasional question. She must've read something in her expression, because her next words threw Stevie for a loop.

"I hope I'm not coming off as, like, an entitled whiny brat trying to brag. But I just miss the way things were when we had money. Things I never even considered as a luxury before, I can't dream of having now," she said dejectedly.

Stevie shook her head, eyes wide. "No, I-I don't think that at all. I mean, you are an entitled whiny brat, but so is David," she said, smirking when she saw a fleeting smile grace the other's face.

"Thanks."

"I mean, you can't really help it. You guys had a lot of money, so you lived like rich people. You never knew this would happen, so it's okay to miss it. Hell, I miss it and I don't even know what that's like."

Alexis nodded, taking in her words. "Yeah, but I guess if anything good's come from it, I don't think I've ever been closer with my family."

"Hm, I can see that. No offense, but none of you seem like the... touchy feely type," Stevie said, vaguely waving her hand in her direction. Alexis giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Well you're not wrong there. I can't help but wonder what it's like to have, like, a normal childhood," she wondered aloud, leaning on the front desk.

Stevie hesitated before she spoke. "Weeell, when I was a kid, we played outside a lot." Alexis listened intently, leaning farther over the counter. Stevie let out an amused huff as she continued. "We'd get dirty and someone wound up hurt most of the time. We got into a lot of trouble," she admitted, chuckling. "Even though I can't really stand my cousins now, we had some good times, back in the day."

"Aww, that's so sweet! So like, what would you guys do? Any favorite, memories you'd like to share?" she asked in her usual inquisitive, bubbly manner.

Stevie thought for a moment, a smile forming on her face. "We'd go skinny dipping in the creek during summer. But only after it rained," she specified, the two of them succumbing to a short lived giggle fit. "We had a few sleep overs. We just did normal kid shit like watch movies and play games." She paused and chuckled, shaking her head. "There were some pretty brutal tickle fights. But I'm sure you know all about that, being the youngest," she teased.

Alexis cocked her head. "Mm noooo," she said, stretching her arm out and leaned away from the counter.  "Should I?" she asked, knees slightly bent and arms tucked close like she does when she's nervous about something. Stevie looked her up and down, brows furrowed.

"Are you trying to say you won against David growing up? 'Cause that doesn't really seem likely if I'm being honest," she deadpanned.

When she didn't answer, Stevie dropped the sarcasm. "Alexis... have you and David ever had a tickle fight?" she asked, genuinely curious. She thought for a moment, shook her head, paused and hummed to herself before shaking her head again.

"Nnno, not really. Maybe when we were like, really little, but nothing more than a poke here or a squeeze there," she explained. Stevie looked at her, something akin to pity in her gaze as she tried to think of something to say. It made Alexis fiddle with her hair as she whined. "That's not weird, right?"

Stevie froze like a deer in headlights. "No," she replied, a little too late.

"Mmmm really?" she asked skeptically. "'Cause you're acting like it's weird, and it's making me feel weird, 'cause, like, were we supposed to?"

"Well- I- obviously, it's not for everyone," she struggled to put her mind at ease.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like, I don't know, like I'm one of those dogs on the sad commercials."

Stevie shrugged. "I don't know. I guess, I'm just a little sad for you guys," she said honestly, her hands shoved in her pockets. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

"Oh my God, it is weird!" she cried, grabbing a fistful of hair. Stevie shook her head frantically, mouth slightly agape.

"I didn't say that!" she insisted.

Alexis heaved a sigh. "You didn't have to."

There was a long stretch of awkward silence. Stevie finally spoke up. "You know, it's never too late. And I saw David get back like an hour ago, and most of the guests are out for the day," she hinted. Alexis picked up what she was laying down, and a bright grin stretched across her features.

"Thanks Stevie, you've really been a huge help. On an unrelated note, I think I'm gonna go," she said, already at the door.

"Uh huh," Stevie grinned as she watched her leave and walk down the sidewalk through the window. She muttered a silent prayer for David, hoping he'd forgive her for whatever hell she unleashed upon him.

When Alexis burst into their room, David was laying on his bed eating Doritos and talking on the phone.

"Why have we never had a tickle fight?" she demanded, slamming the door behind her. David jumped out of his skin and started choking. Alexis could hear Patrick on the other line asking if he was okay until he composed himself enough to answer.

"I'm fine, Alexis just- barged in here and said the most atrocious thing I've ever heard so I started choking on my Doritos!" Patrick hummed in understanding. Ah, so that's what all that crunching was.

Alexis stared down at him, arms crossed. "That's not an answer!"

David groaned. "I'm sorry babe, I have to go. I'll call you later." He didn't wait for Patrick to say goodbye before hanging up. "Are you out of your mind? I was on the phone!" he yelled at her, standing up from his spot on the bed.

"Oh come on David, I've walked in on much worse," she teased. He huffed in frustration, running his hands through his hair.

"What even brought this up? The last time I just acted like I was going to tickle you, you hissed like some demon and flipped me off."

"Well, yeah, but when was the last time you actually tried?" she asked in exasperation.

David blinked a few times as he realized he didn't have an answer.

"I... don't know."

"Don't you think that's weird?" she asked, staring at him expectantly. Hopefully.

He shrugged, "No."

"Well Stevie got this look on her face when she found out, and she said she thought it was sad!"

Oh, so this was Stevie's fault. He was going to kill her. "It's only weird cause you're making it weird!"

"So you really don't feel like we missed out on something?" she asked, something accusatory in her voice.

"No! And honestly, I wish you'd just drop it!" he snapped, throwing himself back on the bed. He turned his attention back to his phone, thumbs flying across the screen. He didn't notice his sister creeping towards him, which would utterly be his downfall. He looked up just in time to see Alexis looming over him, and let out an ear piercing scream.

In the lobby, Stevie muttered to herself as she idly clicked around on the computer, "Wow, that was fast."

Next door, Johnny's head snapped up in alarm when he heard his son's scream, but his nerves were set at ease when it was followed by loud laughter. Moira on the other hand, didn't seem to bat an eye.

Back in their room, Alexis was already laughing as David flailed on the bed, holding her hands and pushing against her with all his might. She had the high ground and ultimately won the upper hand when she twisted out of his grip and shoved him on his back.

"Alexis! Alexis nohoho!" he immediately broke, having no resistance against the feeling. She was scribbling up and down his sides, finely manicured nails sending ticklish shocks through his whole body. He rolled onto his side, curling in a tight ball as he swatted at her persistent hands.

"Wow David, who knew you were so ticklish?" she taunted, pinching around his torso sporadically, leaving him in a fit of jumpy giggled, shrieking each time her hand made contact. “I really missed out! Oh well, guess I just gotta make up for lost time!” she chirped happily, kneading her brother’s stomach as if she were a cat making biscuits. Needless to say, it was very effective.

“Nohoho you dohon’t! AHAHAHA!” he screamed and arched his back when she poked his bellybutton. A devious grin spread over her face as she wiggled her fingers above him. He didn’t know why, but felt warm and fluttery inside. He hadn’t played with Alexis like this in… okay he’s never played around with her like this, but something about it felt somewhat adjacent to fun. He tried to banish the thought from his mind, but was beaten to the punch when she started squeezing his hips, sending him into mad cackles.

“Ohohoho fuhuhuck you!” David snapped as she began squeezing his thighs. That had no right being so ticklish.

“You know, you’re not really doing much fighting in this tickle fight,” she teased smugly, hands continuing down and latching onto his knees. David screeched and kicked, but to no avail.

Hold the phone.

“Ihihi cahahahan doho thahahat?” he asked incredulously through his laughter. Alexis scoffed in annoyance as if it were obvious, which, to her,

“Duh, it’s called a tickle fight! You’re supposed to try and defend yourself!” Apparently, that was all the permission David needed.

He mustered up the strength to turn over and shoved his hands under his arms. She let out a shrill squeal, falling on her back as she fell victim to bright, bubbly giggles.

“Ha! And you tried to say I was bad?” he mocked, enjoying how the tables turned. That made her snort, followed immediately by a shriek.

“Dahahahaviiihihid!” she whined, grabbing a pillow off the bed and shoving her face in the cushion. Her laughter was muffled, but only slightly.

“What’s that? Sorry, I can’t understand you, you’re laughing too hard,” he teased, scribbling over her neck. She yelped, biting her lip in an attempt to hold back her laughter, but to no avail. He looked down at her and smiled. He doesn’t remember the last time she looked so carefree and happy. Her hair was tussled in a way she would’ve been appalled by, her cheeks were flushed a bright pink, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but most importantly, she wore a smile that stretched from ear to ear. David smirked down at her. “Or maybe just take that pillow out of your mouth.” She flipped him off.

He gave a dramatic gasp. “Well that’s not nice! I guess someone needs to be taught some manners!” He went to attack once more, but the predator became the prey.

Next door, Johnny Rose had been trying to read the same newspaper article since their tickle fight began. Don’t get him wrong, he loved the fact they were bonding! But did they have to bond in such a loud manner? His brows furrowed in concern when he heard a shrill scream followed by begging and screaming for help. He set his paper aside and made to stand.

“Ah ah, what do you think you’re doing?” Moira asked, brush combing through one of her many wigs. John gestured wildly to the door.

“He asked for my help! It sounds like there screaming bloody murder in there!” he exclaimed, pointing to the door behind him that connected the two rooms. Moira gave him a look

“John, they’re adults, they can fend for themselves. Besides, Alexis borrowed a necklace without asking, and David blew me off for dinner to go see Patrick. So I say let them tickle torture each other to their heart’s content,” she chirped, unbothered by the sounds next door.

Johnny sighed, defeated. “Okay, if you say so.” It was probably another 10 minutes before they settled down.

[lovelynim]

DAVID SPOTTED

Omg i never expected to bump into cyberpunk art rrrrahhh

Self healing 🥲

Everyone is fine, and this became a daily occurrence for the squad after they discovered how much David loves the attention (*≧∇≦)ﾉ

[autisticallyasexual]

Shiloh and bros Tickle head cannons

okay so I’m sorry that I have not written much. Was meaning to tonight but am way too tired and emotional for it to be good for me. Tomorrow maybe… here’s my compromise w/ myself:

Micah Nelson—switch 50/50

ler

• will use both hands if he doesn’t need to pin down

• will use teases but not too much

• will only stop if you need him to

lee

• absolutely ticklish all over

• worst spots: armpits and feet

• one of the times you’ll actually see him laugh

Judah Nelson—switch lean ler

ler

• will love your laugh regardless

• make bad jokes/puns and then when you say it wasn’t funny he’ll ask why you’re laughing

• will wear his big, goofy smile while tickling you because you’re so cute

• will call you cute, adorable, etc, but because he means it and not as teases.

lee

• adorable goofy smile

• will willingly admit he loves it

• worst spots: belly and knees

Elijah Nelson—switch big lean ler

ler

• is kind and gentle with his touches, but will still absolutely wreck you.

• pins you down to do so

• thinks your laugh is the best and will tease you about it

• grins while tickling, will not stop until he decides you can’t take anymore.

lee

•takes a lot to pin him down and successfully tickle him so not often occurrence

•worst spot: back

Tied for favorite character. WILL be an often occurrence.

Shiloh Nelson—lee

• isn’t strong enough to tickle anybody else except her little niece

• is moderately ticklish

• worst spot: sides and thighs

Mary Nelson—switch lean ler

ler

• mostly teases

• can’t tickle many people

• when she can is ruthless!

lee

• not very ticklish

• worst spot: ribs

Daniel Nelson—ler

• isn’t ticklish

•loves to give raspberries

• teases sometimes mostly doesn’t talk

Britney Nelson—switch 40/50 lean lee

ler

• sometimes will tickle others

•but only when provoked

•will also be absolutely ruthless!

lee

• is very giggly

• super cute laughter

• worst spots: back of knees and neck

Michelle Mouton—switch lean ler

ler

•again, ruthless.

• pins down with knees to use both hands

•goes for death spot if provoked

•teases relentlessly

lee

•cackles and snorts just about everywhere

•when she’s in the mood, she likes it.

•will never admit it

•worst spots: neck and thighs

tied for favorite character will appear lots

•very weird to see her all happy because usually she is kinda dark…

[cringemesstickles]

Pranks Come With Consequences

(TickleTober Day 27: Hysterical)

Summary: Jack takes a prank too far and David wants revenge

Pairing: implied none

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: HELLO FIRST NEWSIES FIC?!?! 😨

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In a cramped and dimly lit room, the unmistakable smell of ink and newsprint lingered in the air. Jack Kelly leaned against a wooden table, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched David Jacobs furiously review the evening’s edition of the New York World.

“What did you do, Jack?” David’s voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing as he came across a particular line in the paper—a line he definitely did not write.

“Aw, come on, Davey. It’s just a little joke!” Jack replied, chuckling. “No harm done, right?”

David slammed the paper onto the table, his eyes filled with indignation.

“A joke? You call replacing my carefully crafted sentences with ludicrous innuendos a joke? You jeopardized my credibility!”

Jack’s eyes widened as he registered David’s fury. A sense of dread settled over him, and he stammered,

“Look, I- uh- I didn’t think you’d get this mad... I’m sorry.”

David’s glare deepened, making Jack’s heart skip a beat. Then, with a sudden swiftness, David lunged at him, knocking Jack onto the beat up sofa.

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry, alright,” David growled.

Before Jack could react, David pinned him down, his fingers swiftly descending towards Jack’s vulnerable sides.

Usually, David was gentle, employing feathery strokes to elicit laughter; but not this time.

This time, he dug his fingers in, scribbling rapidly and relentlessly into the sensitive flesh.

“WHAHAA- DAVEY, STAHAHAP!”

“Say you’re sorry!” David’s voice was stern, but his eyes twinkled.

“EEK- I-I’M SOHOHORRY!!” Cried Jack, flailing aimlessly under the torturous sensations.

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

David shifted to rake over his friends tummy, moving his hands in a circular motion, relishing how Jack’s laughter got louder and his belly seemed to quiver sensitively.

He’d been tickling the blonde for less than two minutes and he was already hysterical, something David found both ridiculous and endearing.

“NOO, DAVEY, MEHEHERCY!!”

The brunette laughed at that, not halting his attack.

“Aw, you don’t like this? It’s just a little joke, remember?” He teased, causing a bright red blush to form on Jack’s face which was adorned with a childlike smile as he thrashed and guffawed.

“NOHOHOHO, DAVE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

Normally, David would relent by now; but in this moment, he was a man of vengeance and he wasn’t gonna stop until he felt that the little prankster had truly learned his lesson.

Besides, anyone with a brain could see the sparkling joy in Jack’s eyes. He was always up for mischief in any way, shape, or form, thus making it enjoyable for the both of them.

David’s nimble fingers wandered up to his victims underarms, drilling his thumbs into the hollows and earning a snort from the boy.

Jack squealed and kicked, slamming his arms down to his sides, which didn’t help at all; in fact, it only seemed to make it tickle more.

“GAHAHAHA- NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHERE!!” He cackled, tears of mirth starting to fall down his face as he wriggled like a worm on a hook, unable to escape the ruthless tickling.

David grinned, digging in harder and making Jack scream with laughter.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Jack? Does this tickle? Does it? Maybe next time, you’ll think of the consequences before pulling a stupid prank like that.”

Jack’s bright boisterous laughter echoed through the room, almost filling it with a feeling of warmth.

“DAVEHEHEHEY!! I-I CAHAHA- MEHER-MERCYYY!”

The troublemakers struggling was beginning to falter, going limp and surrendering to the tickly torment and letting himself be consumed by his own hysterical reactions.

David pulled his hands away for a moment to give Jack a breather, though it was clear by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished quite yet.

“Well? You ready for more tickles?” He teased, wiggling his fingers just above the blonde’s ribs, knowing it was a tickle hot spot.

Jack’s eyes widened comically and his squirming picked up again, renewed with a newfound desperation.

“Oh no. nononono, Davey, plehehehease! I’m sohohorryyy!!” Giggled Jack, tingling with anticipation as he watched those scarily skilled digits inch closer and closer to his most ticklish spot, both eager and dreadful.

“Nope. Not buying it. I don't think you’re truly sorry yet.” Smirked the brunette, a devious glint in his eye.

“I am, I am!! Dahahavey, pleHEHEHEASE- OH GOHOHOD!”

A mixture of snorts, shrieks, and squeals filled the room as Jack was tossed into a bout of hysterics, kicking and thrashing like a wild horse as David’s fingers dug harshly into his ribs, pinching skittering and squeezing the sensitive spot.

“Aw, listen to that beautiful laughter. You’re just too adorable when you’re all helpless and squirmy~” David cooed, delighting in the way Jack’s cheeks managed to flush even darker, taking on a cherry red hue.

“NOHOHOOOO!! D-DAVEY, STOHOHOHOP!” Jack pleaded, struggling to breathe through all the laughter.

“Stop what? Tickling you, or calling you cute?”

“BOHOHOHOTH!! EEK- MEHERCY, MERCEHEHEHEY!!”

Figuring the boy had learned his lesson, David began to ease up; but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

“Alright, I think you’ve learned your lesson. But just to make sure…”

Quickly pulling Jack’s shirt up, David lowered his head and blew a loud raspberry right on the blonde’s ribs, getting a shrill shriek in response.

“NAHAHAH- DAHA- PLEHE- CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE-”

At this point, Jack was nearly incoherent.

His body went completely still and he seemed to lose his voice, with a bright smile glued to his face as, he let his head fall back as he let out silent happy laughter.

Seeing his friend was genuinely struggling to breathe, the brunette pulled away, getting off of the boy and giving him some room to calm down.

“You alright?” He asked, getting a tired nod from Jack who was gasping for air and giggling from the phantom tickles.

“Good. Now let this be a lesson… next time you wanna pull a stupid prank like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”

Jack nodded frantically, still flushed from the attack.

“Heard you loud and clehehear; no more pranks… for now… hehe” He grinned cheekily, David merely rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“You’re incorrigible, Jack…” David chuckled fondly.

Jack Kelly could be a real handful sometimes, but David, no matter how frustrated he could get with his friend’s shenanigans, wouldn’t have him any other way.

[tickle-bugs]

any thoughts on schitt's creek chars? 👀 i always felt like there was so much potential for tickles with david and patrick! they're just sooooo

some headcanon shenanigans below bc i did not expect to love this show as much as i did. and then i did.

im for sure gonna write a fic for them but i wanna put a dent in my current prompts before i do wheee

ok ok im throwing my take into the ring: patrick is more ticklish than david but you wouldn't know that from david's reactions. david screams. category 7 flailing event. several dead, patrick wounded

ok so canonically david and patrick are always exchanging these soft little touches but david's are very. hm. wiggly little fingers and squeezes. so i'm thinking about david with a mischievous streak now. david comes up behind patrick while he's reshelving and squeezes his waist every time he reaches up

i think patrick is ticklish in unconventional places and is mildly embarrassed by it? like his face, his ankles, etc. but david is so taken with it. he'll try to hide his face and david is personally offended like?? give me your face back i was looking at it

there's a secret cut of the cabaret episode where stevie's trying to help patrick with his makeup and he's giggling and twitching like "do NOT tell david...stevie don't--" and well. yknow when stevie does her evil little smiles? that promise is not upheld <3

patrick is a giggler send tweet. just think the public should be aware <3

when they need to be at the store early and david absolutely refuses to leave bed, patrick will give him like. a warning period of time. patrick will fully get ready, make breakfast, etc, and if david is still in bed? patrick will crawl back into bed under the guise of being sweet and then tickle the living daylights out of david

i really love the idea that patrick finds out david's ticklish because stevie comes into the apothecary and just. volunteers the information. david's screeching in betrayal and patrick's yelling over him to thank her

patrick's competitive streak is impossible. david will tickle him to win an argument or something and then the next morning patrick is looming over him with villainy in his eyes

under the right conditions, david will giggle and patrick will snort

ok but re: competitive streak....patrick encourages this feral sort of competition in david (like the escape room episode or the baseball one). patrick likes roughhousing and wrestling and david does Not. but then patrick gets cheeky in an argument and all of sudden david's pulling WWE moves?? and this becomes part of their life

i like to think they get to a point where they're comfy making lighthearted breakup/divorce jokes without it ever being taken seriously. anyways stevie comes into the store one day and david announces that they're getting divorced. stevie's like "did patrick tickle you" and then patrick emerges from the back with a black eye and a goofy smile, thus answering her question.

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

PSA, if anyone has any footage or know about any footage of dan stevens being tickled/ticklish/a lee, just know this:

thank u in advance 😇

[kanene-yaaay]

The sheer power of this fic, the teases, the cuteness, the warm feelings and sweet scenarios and the maddening tickles and the teases and the hugs and the happiness and the comfyness and the tickles and the laughter and-

I don't even have words here, only giggles and smiles

tickletober day 11- "hug"

word count: 2,893 words

before ANYTHING else, i have to give the most credit ever to @radio-navlee - i took a lot of inspiration from this post of hers about dadvid (dad!david lol) and max tickle hc's, and it straight up inspired me to write for this show that i genuinely love so much. this fic may be kind of ooc in a few places, but i has a lot of fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy!

This whole thing was so stupid.

Max didn't even know why he was trying in the first place. Ever since David started fostering him, the camp counselor was being stupidly affectionate around him. Ruffling his hair, squeezing his shoulder as he passed Max at the dinner table, covering him with a blanket when Max pretended to fall asleep on the couch. It pissed him off, and he didn't even totally hate it, which pissed him off more. Fuck David.

And the thing that was pissing him off the most? David's stupid hugs. Not because Max was, like, too traumatized and touch-starved by his shitty neglectful parents or whatever. He didn't need David to be soft or gentle or whatever the fuck-- he wasn't made of glass. It didn't take long for the man to realize that, and it was only a matter of time before he was swooping Max up into a hug at least once a day. Of course Max would snarl and curse and try to escape-- it's how he was.

But what was so stupid, what was genuinely so ridiculous and embarrassing it put Max on guard to even think about it, was that... he was starting to want David's hugs. Because David's hugs could tickle.

When he first noticed it, it was an accident, of course: David wrapped him in his arms, even picked him up and swung him around a little. Max was used to this. What he wasn't used to, though, was the way David's hands on his sides gave him a little squeeze, his fingers curling in just so to keep Max from falling to the ground. David didn't even seem to notice he did it; Max couldn't notice anything else.

So of course he screamed and kicked David in the nuts, dropping to the floor as David fell to his knees. Later, after he recovered, David took this a subtle sign that Max didn't want anymore hugs.

Which he didn't.

Except maybe later that night, when he was in the spare room on the little futon sofa David swore they'd replace with a real bed as soon as possible, he couldn't stop thinking about the rush of feeling that went through his body when he'd been tickled. David hadn't mentioned anything about it, so Max was pretty sure he didn't know what he'd done, which somehow made it better and worse at the same time. It made it better because Max didn't have to defend himself from any future attacks, didn't have to protest against any teasing that David was sure to throw his way if he knew Max was ticklish.

But it also made it worse, because if Max wanted it to happen again, he would have to be the one to do something about it.

Hence the single stupidest scheme Max had come up with since leaving Camp Campbell: try to get David to accidentally tickle him during a hug again.

God, fuck David.

~

His plan started the next morning when he came out for breakfast. David was there, chipper as ever and literally whistling as he made his coffee. He must've heard Max's footsteps over his whistles, though, because he stopped and turned around with a smile already on his face.

"Hey, kid- oh!"

Max didn't let David finish his sentence before he wrapped his arms tightly around the tall man's midsection. He refused to look up, instead just waiting for David to return the hug.

He didn't. Max waited several beats longer than he ever normally would before peeking upwards.

David has a look on his face that was a perfect mix of shock, joy, and concern. His arms were half-lifted in the air, like he was afraid of even touching Max.

"Max...?" He spoke like he was trying not to startle him. "What's wrong?"

Max flushed and yanked his arms away. "Nothing! Fuck off." And with that he shoved David away, snatched the coffee mug off the counter and stalked back to the living room, grateful that his skin color meant his blush wasn't that visible.

Jesus, that was a shitshow. He'd hoped the man's stupidly cheerful demeanor would result in him doing what Max wanted right away, but David also had the annoying tendency of being very overly careful and hyper-aware of Max's whole vibe ever since he realized what grade-A shitholes his parents were. He probably thought Max was having a brain aneurysm or something.

Max slurped his coffee in thought. He'd have to try again, and David better get it right next time.

~

David didn't get it right next time, or the next time, or the time after that. Fuck David!

It had been a week of these stupid embarrassing moments, of Max hugging David and taking too long to pull away in the hopes the man might take the hint. It only took a couple attempts for David to chill out when Max hugged him, and after that things were pretty much back to normal: he'd give Max a quick squeeze around the shoulders, but never tried to pick him up again. This happened multiple times a day, and Max didn't know what was worse: David thinking he constantly wanted hugs, or David finding out what he actually wanted was tickles.

Tonight, they were watching a movie, some PG-13 thing that was one of the few genres that they could both agree on (romantic comedy). They were sitting side by side on the couch, wrapped in blankets and trying to balance the popcorn bowl in between them.

Suddenly David made a thoughtful noise. "Hey! I just remembered, we have raisins and peanuts in the kitchen-- what do you say we turn this popcorn into trail mix?"

"Don't you dare ruin this popcorn for me, David," Max shot back. "It's not meant to be healthy, it's meant to be salty and buttery and make your stomach hurt after."

David raised an eyebrow. "What if I throw in some pretzels and M&M's, too?"

Max wavered.

"... Only if they're the curly pretzels," he decided, flopping back onto the couch as David removed himself from his blanket burrito and headed toward the kitchen. The movement jostled Max's own blanket, pulling it to the side, and a sudden shiver racked its way up his body. Jesus, why did David keep it so cold in here?

Without thinking about it Max grabbed the blanket David had been using and threw it over himself, burrowing deeper into the softness. His signature hoodie wasn't just for looks-- he actually did get cold pretty easily.

When David came back, Max pretended to be laser focused on the TV screen.

"Now, what do we have here?" David asked, bemused and calm. "Didn't know you were a blanket thief, kiddo."

"Fuck off, I'm cold," Max replied, "and I'm a kid so you can't take it away from me."

"Language! And I wasn't going to take it back." David stepped closer and placed the trail mix bowl on the coffee table. "But do you think we can share it?"

Max looked up at him, glaring. David returned the look with a patient smile.

"... Fine."

He stayed purposefully still as David rearranged the blankets to accommodate both him and Max. The few inches of space between them were gone, and now Max found himself pressed against David's side, his arm throw over the back of the couch behind Max's head.

Max hesitated. He didn't wanna try his stupid plan anymore tonight, especially since he was pretty much giving up on it since David was so dense he couldn't even figure out what Max actually wanted from all those hugs. Still... he did want to be comfortable. So after a minute of indecision, he rested his head against David's shoulder, curling his legs up onto the couch until he was practically a ball under David's arm.

He expected David to tense up, or freak out, or ask him if he's okay again. But to his surprise, none of that happened. Instead, David immediately shifted his arm to wrap around Max's shoulders instead. It happened so quickly Max thought he'd planned it.

He looked at David suspiciously. "Did you plan this?"

To his surprise, David snorted. "Me? You're the one who stole the blanket, kiddo."

"You left it behind and you didn't call fives. It's my blanket now."

"Oh, is that right?"

Before Max even knew what was happening, David's hand was on his side, scribbling against his ribs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He couldn't help it; he gasped, gripping the fabric tight in his fists, and shoved his face into David's shoulder.

Immediately the motion stopped. After a beat, Max peeked up to see David smiling sheepishly at him.

"Sorry," he said. Then he just... kept watching the movie.

That was it. Max shot a hand out of the blanket nest, grabbed the closest pillow he could, and whacked David in the face with it.

"Ahh!" David screamed, more in shock than in pain. His hands went to his face, checking for injuries, and he looked at Max with wide eyes. "What was that?"

"Why did you stop?"

Max knew, he knew he was being weird, but he didn't care. He kept his annoyed face even as David's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why did I stop what?"

Jesus. Christ. "The thing you were just doing."

"The thing I was just doing?" His face morphed slowly from confusion to surprise. "You mean-- when I tickled you?"

Max flopped back to the couch, arms crossed. "Ugh. Yes, that."

"You're annoyed that I... stopped tickling you?" Oh, fuck. Now David's voice had an inkling of... fondness, or something stupid like that. Max was beginning to regret this.

"I had thought that's what happened the other day..." David said slowly. "Before you, you know. Kicked me."

Max shrugged. "I don't have the best reflexes, okay?"

"I see," David said. He had a thoughtful look on his face. "So... is that why you've been hugging me so much this week? Because you wanted me to do it again?"

God, he sounded so earnest it made Max wanna hurl.

"I do not wanna talk about this," he huffed, staring at the TV and pretending his face wasn't on fire.

"Max, it's okay!" God dammit, he could hear the laughter in David's voice. "Kiddo, buddy, it's okay, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, I'm not judging you. I'm just surprised! I mean, you were always so grumpy at camp, I just never would've thought that it's something you'd like. It's actually really--"

"Don't you dare!"

"Cute!"

Max glowered. "Shut the fuck up, camp man!"

"Okay, okay!" David said, raising his hands in defeat. "I'll stop, I promise. But... Max, I'm not gonna tickle you if you keep telling me to stop. I don't like playing unless I know you're still having fun. So I'm sorry, but if you want me to tickle you, you're going to need to tell me."

This was actually hell. Fuck David, for real.

Max couldn't even look at him now. His eyes were locked on his fingers, twiddling with his hoodie strings.

"... Do I have to say it out loud?" he mumbled, half hoping David wouldn't hear him.

To his surprise, David didn't respond right away. Max looked at him only to find David was already watching him in thought.

"Here," he finally said. David leaned back, and while keeping eye contact with Max, rested his arm in the same position on the back of the couch again.

Max hesitated. Then he scampered back forward and resumed his place leaning against David's side, letting David wrap his arm around his shoulders again.

"Is this okay?" David asked, and Max was about to swear at him again before he felt David's hand once again, this time scratching up and down his arm through his hoodie.

Max gave a full-body shiver. Fuck David. "It's fine."

David nodded, pleased. "I'm gonna put the movie back on."

Max nodded, wary and on edge. He tried to keep watching the movie, but David's blunt nails trailing up and down his upper arm were impossible to ignore. Each brush reached a bit closer to his neck every time, and he fought the urge to twitch.

Suddenly he felt two fingers scratch lightly against his neck. He snapped his head to the side. "David!"

"What's wrong?" David asked, sounding far too pleased with himself. "This is what you want, right?" Before Max could even answer there was another hand on his stomach, scribbling and wiggling haphazardly over the blanket. Even with the layers, Max couldn't help but squirm. Giggles started falling out of his mouth without his permission.

"Awwwww," David cooed, "are you ticklish there, Maxy?"

Max shook his head, not even in response to the question, just to try to get some of his nervous energy out. David's hand left his neck and reappeared at his side, curling into a claw and scribbling blindly wherever he could reach.

Squeals of laughter rung through the air. Max's body didn't even know how to react with all the sensations, and he ending up curling even closer to David's side, shoving his face into David's shoulder as he tried to muffle his giggles. David tsked.

"Maximilian," he said in a faux-stern voice. "Why are you trying to hide? I'm only tickling you."

Suddenly he stopped, and Max took deep breaths, only to let out a completely involuntary squeak as he felt David's arms wrapping around his torso. Without warning he was lifted and shifted until he was on David's lap, wrapped in a hug that coincidentally also left him without any escape routes. He didn't even get a moment to complain about it, however, before David was tickling him again.

"Uh oh, looks like someone forgot their bug spray!" David teased. "Here come the ants!" He walked his fingers up and down the back of Max's ribs, giggling when the action made Max's laughter grow even louder.

"Aw, what's the matter? I'm just tickling you, silly. I thought you liked my tickle hugs!"

Max shoved his fists against David's chest, trying to push away, but he couldn't focus with how badly it tickled. David wrapped his arms tighter around Max's torso until his hands were resting on his sides.

"Do you remember when we learned the Heimlich maneuver?" David asked. Max didn't respond, too busy moving from side to side but finding the hands tickled no matter where he went. "Remember, you wrap your arms around the person, and you squeeze!"

David did just that, except instead of squeezing like they'd learned in safety camp, his hands tazed against Max's sides. Max screamed, throwing his head back and laughing like crazy as David did it again. And again. And again.

"Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!" David chanted in time with his squeezes, his voice going goofy and ridiculous with every squeeze. "Boy, you sure are giggly today, aren't you? You're not a Mr. Grumpypants, no sir, you're just a little cutie pie!"

"Davihihid!" Max whined. He curled forward and shoved his forehead against David's shoulder, only to jump and squeal when he felt the counselor blowing cool breath against his ears. Desperate for something to do, he found himself grasping handfuls of David's shirt, not pulling, just holding on tight.

"You still having fun?" Davis asked. Max nodded, his brain too fuzzy to think about being sarcastic. He felt rather than heard David laugh, the action reverberating in his chest as he continued to tickle all over Max's sides and back.

Finally his hands slowed, then stopped.

"Alright, it's okay," he said as Max's peals of laughter fell to just panting giggles. "Let's breathe, okay?"

To Max's surprise he didn't push the kid off his lap; instead he merely adjusted his hands so his palms were lying flat against Max's back. He jumped when they started moving again, but this time David was merely rubbing slow circles in the center of his back, careful to avoid any tickle spots.

Max finally caught his breath, dropping his head once again until his cheek rested on David's shoulder. He coughed once, and David stopped.

"Is your throat okay?" he asked, that annoying concern back in his voice. "Do you want some water, or tea?"

"I'm fine," Max replied hoarsely. He could tell David was unconvinced, so he continued before he could protest. "Later."

That seemed to be enough for David, and after a beat he continued rubbing Max's back. A few seconds later, one of his hands moved upwards until he was cradling the back of Max's head, his fingers brushing gently through his thick black hair.

Jesus, if anyone from camp saw him now, he didn't even know what they'd say. They'd probably just assume he was poisoned again. He'd almost rather be poisoned than let his friends see him now: literally curled up on David's lap after being tickled nearly to tears.

But there was no one else here. Just him and David, and David wasn't going to make fun of him. He'd told Max that, and Max believed him.

He closed his eyes, let the drone of the forgotten movie fall into the background, and drifted off. The last thing he felt was David's arms, still wrapped around him, keeping him safe.

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt.2

-while angel loves no one more than david, no one infuriates them more than he does (could apply to all mates)

-darlin’ tries to trip david every time he walks in front of them

-lasko is so obsessed with dear, he trails after them like a lost puppy all day (even when they're at damn)

-gavin is 100% addicted to sugar (he’s always eating candy and desserts and drinking sweet drinks)

-darlin’ is insanely ticklish but the only one knows is sam because no one else would dare get that close to them (sam comes up behind them and pokes their sides while they’re not paying attention and they flinch hella hard) ((he also tickles them when they’re in bed together))

-as a teen, darlin’s parents would not let them do anything without david (because they would undoubtedly get into trouble otherwise)

-vincent acts incredibly corny ironically just because it annoys/embarrasses lovely every time

-darlin’ is a pretzel purist (obsessed with them)

-if gavin is arguing with freelancer, giving him a lollipop with make him shut up 99% of the time 

-gavin and freelancer look at each other in sync and judge other people

-asher and baabe argue once a year

-freelancer and gavin fought like one time in their first year of dating and it made freelancer cry like a lot especially to damien (he told gavin after they made up “never let me catch you making my best friend cry again, do you hear me?”) 

-david and darlin’ are 100% siblings coded

-every other week david, asher, milo, and darlin gather together somewhere and talk about their mates and other stuff (mainly their mates) ((sturniolo triplets style))

bonus +

asher: “we’re shifters, of course, our love language is biting the shit out of each other”

milo: “we’re shifters, of course, i'll fight you if you touch my lower back no matter who you are”

darlin’: “we’re shifters, just because i respect the pack hierarchy, doesn’t mean i respect the people in said hierarchy”

david: “we’re shifters, of course, as alpha, i’m legally allowed to beat the shit out of all of you for the sake of “keeping the pack in line””

[radio-navlee]

can u write some hcs for ler dadvid...lee max ofc - leebrains

Yess! Ofc I can! I’d love to! These hcs might be a little longer than most, I got carried away😵‍💫

Max definitely has a soft spot for David, he just doesn’t want to show it.

David loves to taser his sides every now and then

Max doesn’t usually gets back at David, tickling people in general is awkward for him.

David has totally woken up Max with tickles

The few times Max and David are alone together, David likes to tickle massage Max’s shoulders. (He thinks it’s funny how he scrunched up his shoulders)

Max usually holds onto David when he’s getting tickled, weather it’s an arm, leg, finger, torso, foot, Max just needs something to hold onto.

David and Max have made systems, if Max is getting tired but still wants tickles he’s taps David 3 times, if he wants to move spots that’s 2 touches, if Max wants David to go for the kill at his worst spots that’s multiple taps for it to start and stop, if Max is tired in general he taps David’s arms 4 times.

David loves to tease, Max hates it. (Love hate relationship with teasing)

Different spots have different laughs for Max, you can’t tell at first but after a while you can’t deny it.

Max likes the pinning, David does not like pinning max. Max thinks it’s fun and David thinks it’s torture for the poor boy

Max sometimes sleeps over at the counselor cabin, before falling asleep David always rubs his back so he can fall asleep faster.

David will find any way to tickle Max, cussing, bad moods, being mean to people, he will find a way to tickle him to bits.

Davids favorite tickle moments are when he finds Max grumpy or sad and tickles to cheer him up

David never knew he was ticklish until the ‘missing incident’ (I wrote a fic on it) but before that, he would alway graze or accidentally tweak his sides causing a gasp or a squeak in return. “Sorry Max, you ok?” “Yeah-yeah. It’s- just a bruise. That’s all!”

Even though Max is a crazy good liar, David can alway tell. (David tickles him until he tells the truth)

David loves nicknames, but only when he uses them, and Max hates nicknames. (Max: Grumpy pants, Maximilian, Maxy, Cutie, Ticklish Man, etc). (David: Camp Man, Leaf hair, etc)

Maxs laugh is very squeaky, he hates it, so he tries to cover it up by laughing deeper when he’s around other’s. So instead of a “Hihihi” it’s a “Hah Hah Hah” and most people think it’s fake.

David loved hearing Maxs real laugh for the first time, he was so shocked his voice could go that high.

Davids favorite spots to attack first are sides, underarms, thighs, knees, neck, then ears.

Max has memorized David’s tickling patterns and loves hates it.

Max is constantly wondering and exporting the camp, so it wouldn’t have surprised David if he got himself stuck in place. The most recent ones have been; (Little Fics Below)

An old cabin, he had reached for railing but missed and his fall caused the floor to cave in, causing his legs and arms to be pinned to his side. Good thing he wasn’t too far from the camp or David would have never found him. (David tickled his ears, neck, and shoulders)

Stuck in vines, classic, but not for the amount of bugs that were there. Max had adventured to the forest but David was concerned because of the last incident so he came with. Noticing vines just a little out of his reach, Max jumped up to grab them. The vines pulled down around max but tightened when they got caught on a branch. The vines were practically laced with Beatles making Max panic. “Uhh, David- DAVID!!” He squirmed realizing the Beatles came crawling towards him. Max had his arms pinned out and was held in the air but 5 tangled vines. “Stop! Stop!! Get- go away!!” He tried to shake them off the branch but they kept getting closer. Crawling through his hoodie sleeve, they scurried around his body, their favorite spots being the belly, armpits, and neck. Max practically screamed for David and David helped him out of this predicament.

String, now max wasn’t completely stuck but he was limited on movement. Neil thought if he tangled him up in string he wouldn’t be able to get out, and he was right, but Max took it as a challenge. After 6 failed attempts, he gave up and asked Neil to get him out. Unfortunately, not even Neil could get Max out of it. So when all else fails, go to David. David awed at the moment to make Max feel embarrassed. David then helped him untangle himself and got a few quick tickles here and there which drove Max insane. As quick attacks always made him jump and yell, but never laugh or giggle.

I hope this was enough for you guys🩷🩷

(Yes i did decide to just write tiny fics at the end😊🤫)

[astralbulldragon13]

Angel and Darlin’ being friends:

“So, you’re David’s new menace?”

“You bet your fine ass I am.”

“Good, keep him on his toes. He also has a ticklish spot on the bottom of his ribcage, it’s especially sensitive in wolf form.

This is how Sam learns David used to cause Darlin’ ‘menace’.

[veryblushyswitch]

This fic always puts me in such a lee mood it’s so fucking adorable I can’t 💖

Not As Bad As You Think

Notes: For the anon request. Turned out a little angsty in the beginning, but I hope you like it!

Summary: Max decides to skip out on afternoon activities. 

“Max.”

The sun was warm on his skin, piercing through his closed eyes.

“Max.”

He threw an arm over his face in an attempt to protect it.

“Max!”

The boy sighed with the realization that he would not in fact be getting any rest that day. He knew who was standing over him without having to open his eyes. “David. Nice of you to drop by. Have you come to convert me to whatever dumb fucking activity you have planned today?”

“A scavenger hunt is not a dumb activity,” David sniffed defensively. “In fact, some might call it a super fun, engaging activity.”

“We didn’t have anything else planned.”

This came from Gwen, who had walked up behind the other. Max finally relented, giving into the reality that this was probably going to turn into an entire ordeal. He sat up, reluctantly opening his eyes and squinting against the bright sun. He couldn’t imagine doing anything in this weather, let alone a scavenger hunt.

“C’mon Max.” Gwen kneeled down next to, looking just as exasperated to be here having this conversation as he was. “I get that you have some unrelenting vendetta against us, but could you please just humor us on this one? All the other kids went—even Nikki and Neil. I thought you guys did everything together.”

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[amazingmsme]

Best Friends with Benefits

AN: merry late Christmas & happy new year @girltickles! I loved stepping in to write your fic! Thanks for being patient. It was so much fun, I love writing for this fandom! This fic is more ambiguously spicy than some of my other fics, but nothing really happens other than light bondage. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

They both knew this was nothing more than a fling. But it's not like Schitts Creek has much in terms of dating. Or in their case, just screwing around.

David was a surprisingly good lay, if a bit bossy and needy. But damn, did they have fun together. More importantly, Stevie trusted him. Enough to consider asking for something she'd wanted for a long time.

But she was hesitant. David was more than just another fuck buddy, he was her best friend, she didn't want to make things awkward between them. Although, she supposed by now, they were well past that point. David was only judgy about the little things; he knew better than to mock you when he could tell it meant something.

Still, that doesn't mean she wasn't nervous.

And apparently, she was being obvious.

"Is everything okay?" David asked, lying on his side to face her. The sheets were pulled up just above his waist, and Alexis found herself staring at his bare chest.

"Great."

"Okay, now I know something's wrong," he said matter of factly. She rolled her eyes, throwing her hands up in defeat.

"Nothing's wrong!" she insisted.

"Did you not like the tongue thing? I was just trying something new, and I-"

"No, no, the tongue thing's good. I liked it, a lot," she reassured, a slight flush dusting her cheeks as she thought back. "Just forget about it, it's stupid."

"Hey, whatever it is, it's not stupid. You can tell me," David said, reaching out to card his fingers through her hair. She hummed and leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.

"Promise you won't laugh."

"I'll try my best, but you're very funny," he teased, smiling proudly when she chuckled, smacking his arm weakly.

"Oh I know I am," she bragged playfully.

"Sooo," he prompted, dragging out the word to help lighten the mood.

"It's embarrassing."

"We've both seen each other naked," he deadpanned, as if that was the pinnacle of embarrassment. Either he was right, or she was about to prove him very wrong.

"Fair," she admitted with a slight tilt of her head. He stared at her expectantly, and she sighed. "So I was with this guy-"

"Ooo, tell me more!" he teased, getting more comfortable.

"I was!" she lightly smacked his shoulder, a smile already tugging at her lips. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Anyway, so he was just passing through, but we really hit it off. And oh my God, David, you should've seen him! He had this long dark hair, and beard, and abs for days."

"Okay, you did not just say "abs for days,"" David taunted, adding air quotes for dramatic effect. She scoffed, a bark of laughter slipping through.

"Shut up, he really did! But he was so hot, I already made up my mind that I was gonna do anything he wanted," she began to explain.

"Obviously," David nodded along, listening intently now.

"And one night, he uh," she paused, clearing her throat. Why was it so hard to speak all of a sudden? She could feel her face getting warmer and knew she was blushing. David bit his lip to suppress his grin. He'd never seen Stevie so flustered before... It was a good look on her.

Come on Stevie, just spit it out!

"He tied me to the bed and tickled me," she blurted out, pulling the sheets up to her mouth to muffle her voice.

"Oh," David said, blinking a few times in surprise. That certainly wasn't where he thought this conversation was heading. "Well, did you like it?"

She gawked at him, "Why else would I be telling you this?" A sly smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, small at first, but it grew with each massing second into a mischievous grin.

"Don't-"

"Aaaaaaw!" David cooed loudly, scooping her up in a tight hug before she could even think to escape.

"Shut up David!" she scolded, but didn't actually mean it."

"What, this wasn't the reaction you were hoping for?" he asked, his breath ghosting over her neck and making her smile.

It was actually better than she expected. David was a little awkward when it came to touch and affection, so the fact that he was so accepting must be a good sign.

"It's a bit much, to be honest," she teased, squeaking when he unexpectedly pinched her side.

"You literally asked for this!" he noted, unable to stop smiling. 

"I knooow," she whined, reaching up to hide her face. He couldn't help but scribble his fingers in her exposed pits. She snorted, and David was hooked.

"Oh I gotta hear that again!" he cheered, straddling her waist as he wrestled her arms above her head. He was stronger than she gave him credit for.

It was... kinda hot.

"Sorry I don't have a cuffs or anything, it sounds like that guy was really prepared."

Stevie swallowed the lump in her throat. "He was."

"So what was, like, your favorite thing he did?"

"Um- I-" she stuttered, unable to find the words. David noticed she was having trouble, and decided to help her out.

"Okay, maybe that's too specific. Just tell me what you remember enjoying."

How the hell was he being so casual about all this?

"Well, for starters, his stubble felt horrible in the most amazing way-"

"Wait, should I be taking notes?"

"David!"

"What? I'm trying to give you what you want. Now stop beating around the bush!" he demanded, delivering quick pokes to her belly.

"Okay, okahay!" she conceded, already giddy for what was to come. "I-I really liked when he tickled my neck and ears," she began, a dark blush already spreading. "And uh, thighs are a good spot. Pretty sure I'll scream."

"Oh you will," he added smugly. She grabbed the pillow to hide.

"And he took a fuckin' hairbrush to my feet."

David arched a brow, "And how was that?"

"Awful."

"Awfully good," he taunted, earning a pillow to the face.

"But he used some kind of lotion or oil, and I swear it made it worse. Don't ask me how, but it did.

David flashed her a soft smile, "Are you telling me this because you know I have, like, a ton of scented oils and lotions?"

Stevie froze.

"What? No-"

"Be right back!"

"Wait, David! Where are you going?" she yelled as he leapt from the bed, already standing in the doorway.

"Just grabbing a few things," he said, shooting her a wink before he left, only clad in a pair of boxers. She fell back against the headboard, shaking her head fondly.

He came back with a small tote, various items sticking out from the top.

"Okay, so, I lied. I did have cuffs, I just had to go get them," he chirped, reaching in his bag to pull out a fuzzy pink pair of cuffs, dangling them for her to see.

She was speechless.

"I- uh- wha- what all did you get?" she asked in a stutter.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," he purred, twirling the cuffs around his finger before crawling on the bed and straddling her. "Now be a good girl and put those arms up."

She closed her eyes, but did as she was told. "You're gonna fucking kill me, aren't you?" she accused.

"I doubt it," he shrugged off her concerns. "If you can survive the tickle expert, I think you'll be fine with me." He locked her arms in place, effectively trapping her beneath him.

"Oho my God, don't call him that!" she scolded, her blush darkening to a shade.

"I'm serious! And if I'm being honest, a little nervous!"

"You're nervous?" she asked incredulously.

"Full disclosure, but I don't have a lot of practice with... all this. So just... let me know if I'm doing something wrong."

"David, it's just tickling. It's not rocket science," she deadpanned.

"Oh," he cocked his head to the side, leveling her with a playful glare. He slipped a finger beneath her bra strap, pulling it back to snap against her shoulder.

"Ow!" she hissed, but it was more out of reflex than actual pain.

"Don't get sassy with me," he warned, but he knew she would. He was counting on it, actually.

"Will you just get on with it?" she honest to God whined. So excuse him for reveling in the moment.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he drawled, making a show of cracking his knuckles before he got started.

Stevie braced herself for what she knew was coming, and yet, she still screamed.

"Oh wow, so you're like, super ticklish! I honestly didn't expect that, it's actually really cute," he taunted playfully, scribbling up and down her bare sides. She squealed, twisting her body any way she could manage.

"HeheHEHEY!" she tried to protest, snorting before dissolving into loud, carefree cackles. "I ahaham nohot cute!" she adamantly denied.

"Wanna try saying that again, without laughing?" he asked with feigned innocence. He crawled up her ribs before drilling his thumbs in her exposed hollows.

"Ohoho FUCK you!" she snapped back before thinking better of it. David's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, and she immediately began to backtrack. "Nonono wahahait, I didn't mehehean thahahat!"

David retaliated by scribbling all ten fingers under her arms, enjoying the uncharacteristic squeal that escaped her.

"Really? 'Cause it really seemed like you did," he said without an ounce of sympathy. Stevie only dug her grave even deeper.

"So whahahat if I dihid?" she asked, sporting a cheeky grin that wasn't entirely a result from the tickling.

"You know, you can just ask me to make it worse. You don't have to be such a damn brat about it," he huffed, sounding more exasperated than he actually was.

"Whahat did you just call mehehe?" she asked breathlessly, staring up at him incredulously.

"A b, r, a, t, brat!" he spelled out, drawing each letter across her tummy, earning a shocked snort followed by bubbly giggles, finishing by wiggling a finger in her bellybutton. She arched her back with a shriek, falling into a helpless round of cackles. She shook her head back and forth, tugging uselessly on the pair of cuffs.

"OHOHOKAHAHAY! OHOKAHAY DAVIHIHID, I GET IHIHIT!" she managed to speak through her hysterics. David pulled back with a satisfied hum, giving her another quick breather.

"Glad we're on the same page."

She glared at him, a wide smile still splitting her face in two. "I fuckin' hate you."

"I wouldn't lie if I were you," he warned, wiggling his fingers threateningly. She flinched involuntarily, internally cringing at herself.

"Trust me, I'm not," she held firm, trying to look anywhere other than his hands, but her eyes kept darting back.

"Well in that case, you're about to despise me," he purred, leaning down to whisper in her ear as he straddled her waist. Without warning, he blew a raspberry on her neck, catching her completely off guard and shattering any tension that was building up.

"NOHOHO!" she screamed, trying her best to scrunch her neck for protection. David nuzzled in the crook of her neck, rubbing his stubble against her soft skin, nipping and nibbling lightly. Stevie felt her knees to weak, all the fighting strength she had in her slowly leaking out. "D- Davihihid, plehehease!" she whined, closing her eyes as tight as she could, as if that would somehow alleviate the torturous sensation.

"Please what, Stevie? C'mon, use your words," he cooed down at her, definitely intending to come off as patronizing. Before she could answer, he blew another raspberry, just to cut her off. She screams in his ear, desperately trying to squirm away.

She trails off into helpless giggles as he moves down to nibble against her ribs and sides, blowing small raspberries along the way. He gave her another quick break, just rubbing his stubbly chin on her belly, and she continued to giggle and hiccup as she caught her breath.

"You're sohoho mehehehean," she whined, hiding her face in the crook of her arm. David hummed in amusement.

"Actually, I'm being incredibly nice, seeing as I'm doing exactly what you asked," he so rudely pointed out. Stevie groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, don't remind me."

David chuckled, kneading from her sides to her hips, down her thighs. Stevie gasped before shocked, hysterical cackles filled the air.

"Okay, I won't," he chirped condescendingly, vibrating clawed hands into the muscle. She kicked and thrashed around, snorting and squealing all the while. He took his time, savoring every second.

By the time he reached her feet; she was nothing but a giggly puddle. He gave her another break, allowing her the chance to catch her breath and speak.

"You're ahawfully good fohohor someone so unsure of himself," she quipped through residual giggles.

David shrugged proudly, "I'm a fast learner." He drug a finger up the sole of her foot. Her leg instinctively jerked away.

"Lucky mehe," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

David smirked, reaching a hand inside his bag to pull out a soft hairbrush and bottle of lotion. "Very lucky."

[arminsumi]

hii could i request something with suguru involving his shoulder blades... maybe tattoos... body worship or smth? such a vague idea sry

PHYSIQUE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

note : oooh! good timing for this req i am currently so deeply in love with the male physique. it's so beautiful. smth about the cleft between men's shoulders makes something click in my brain.

warnings : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : contains sexually suggestive content

🍒 More from Jay : GETO works / JJK works

during the day, a white shirt drapes his muscular torso just perfectly enough to hint to his martial artist's physique, the cleft between his shoulders very pronounced.

suguru wears the shirts that have teasing, elbow-length sleeves. he doesn't realize that you're aching to see more of his toned arm, and the tattoo spanning it. it vines around his bicep, runs down his forearm; black ink in his skin of a dragon. he loves when your eyes catch onto the tail of it, and when your fingertips ghost the art. your touch gives him slight goosebumps.

you gawk when you see him behind closed doors, taking his shirt off in the dim glow of your bedroom light. his arm muscles flex as he rids the fabric and tosses it.

"like what you see, hm?" he asks.

it's all there, for you to look at; that pretty, toned physique that hides behind baggy clothes all day.

"touch my body." he commands softly, "don't get shy on me now, didn't you want to do... this?"

he grabs your hand, and places it in the center of his chest, flattens it out, right over a red ink tattoo between the cleavage of his chest. suguru's heartbeat is heavy, you can slightly feel its galloping thump as you splay your fingers out and press hard.

by his encouragement, your hand drifts down his middle. slowly. so slowly, your lips are parted and he loves how starstruck you look. it makes him feel good. makes his ego swell to have you staring at his body like it's the sculpture of david.

he kisses you hard. the passion matches the dim gold light of the room. and this light really reveals the dips and curves of his body so well. the dents of his abs. the contortion of his back muscles as he moves his body softly against yours. his broad shoulders.

suguru relishes in your silent body worshipping, he drinks it up. he looks down at your smaller figure, softly palming your head as your fingers ghost more of his tattoos, the cryptic ones that make no sense, the symbols almost runic-like spanning down his side.

he smoothly navigates your fingers to his reddish brown nipples, all perky and sensitive. the smallest noise comes out of him when you play with his nipples. he tries so hard to not ask you to play with his sensitive nubs. it's embarrassing for him. so he makes you switch focus to his pecs.

"here... squish your fingertip in here... feel that? mhm. pretty firm, isn't it? you know how it feels for a man to touch his own body...? yeah. it's rough. but your hands... they're not calloused... they're so soft and small... almost ticklish... especially down my sides... and over my nipples, too... l-like that haha... fuck. um. anyways... yeah. you said once... that you like this part?"

he brings your hand to his v-line. and god its... yum.

"drooling for me, princess?"

"fuck, haha... shut up... yeah i am..." you respond.

"hey..." he smirks, "tell me... what's your favorite part of my body?" he asks, genuinely curious, his tone sounding a bit self conscious. just a bit. he's always had that shiver of insecurity over his shape.

"every part of your body is my favorite..." you reply honestly, tracing your fingertips around his skin, exploring his body like a map full of hidden treasure.

his eyes light up. brows raise. heart flutters. throat constricts.

"... really?" he whispers. that was unexpected of you to say, and he needed to hear it.

"yeah... i love it..." you admire.

"oh really? you love it? well then... how about you show how much you love it with those pretty lips?"

© arminsumi

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Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

[chubbyreaderchan]

Crying in the Sand | Poly! Lost Boys x plus sized!Reader

Summary: The Lost Boy’s mate has some old “friends” come to town. She wants to spend time with them without her boys but they end up destroying her self-esteem instead. The boys will not let them get away with it. 

Warnings: Sexual innuendos but no real sex scenes, cursing, blood, violence, fighting, body shaming, self-hatred, anxiety, shirtless men for some reason, nudity, strong language, bullying, adult bullying, reader is larger in clothes size than the boys but they don’t care, Marko being let loose. Everyone in the coven is dating everyone else. No Michael or Star or Laddie :(

David’s arm wrapped around her plush hip, pressing her into his side gently. The boys were acting rowdy as they walked the boardwalk, minus Dwayne who was loyally carrying her bags despite her protests. She had been holding off the entire night to tell them she wasn’t going to be hanging out with them the next night. They had a hard time allowing their mate to go anywhere without them, but she made them promise to allow her to have other friends. Which was hard to do as an adult who surrounds herself with scary biker boys with pretty hair. 

But old friends were good. They didn’t know her boys, they had no idea they existed since they were coming to California for vacation from her hometown. They were only passing through the next night and then they were off to try to get to Hollywood and Disneyland for the rest of their trip. She was sure she was a fleeting thought in their minds. They hadn’t contacted her since graduation and she mostly forgot about them until they got her phone number from her family.

“You alright?” Dwayne said. 

His voice was low, and had the depth of dark chocolate and the warmth of his leather jacket on a cold night like tonight. His knuckle brushed over her plush cheek, a forest fire against her cheek despite his deathly cold. David’s fingers dug into her side and the leader looked at Dwayne, mildly annoyed he noticed her thoughts before he did. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” 

She took a deep breath. Now or never. 

“My friends from high school called me last night. I guess they are flying into Santa Carla because the tickets were cheap,” she said. 

(Y/n) leaned into David a bit more, as if seeking physical support from him. He was the leader and protector, she thrived off of that. She liked feeling his protection and listening to his opinions. 

“They want to hang out. Go to some beach. Something less popular than--” 

She motions around them at the crowds and lights. 

“They only have a day to stretch their legs and they want to hit up the beach before they go to Disney,” 

“Are you wanting to introduce us?” David asked. 

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek, thoughtful. That was something she hadn’t decided on yet. There were a few snakes in her old friend group and she did not want to share her boys with them. They had snatched so many crushes from her in the past, or even helped boys prank her with false dates. 

“No,” she was firm. “They are from a small town. They wouldn’t get it… or us,” 

David gave her a look, it was cold and distant. A tinge of jalousy seemed to sully the air. Dwayne’s hand joined David’s on her body. His hand pressed against the blonde leader it was intimate and comforting for both (Y/n) and David. 

“She should be able to see her friends without us,” Dwayne said gently. 

They could aways watch from a distance. 

Leave it to Paul to ruin the comfortable gazes between the two boys. His lanky arms wrapped around their human mate in a near breath stealing grasp. He nipped at her neck and she giggled at the ticklish sensation. 

“What? Don’t want your high school buddies to be jealous?” Paul purred. 

Marko was in front of her in an instant, keeping a steady pace walking backwards to look at her features. Her soft stomach was his favorite and he often encouraged her to show it off, but it was hidden tonight. With a final leer he grinned his devilish smile that made (Y/n) melt and give into practically anything he wanted. 

“Maybe she doesn’t want them to know how kinky our lady is,” Marko smile never wavered. 

His fists pulled at the opening of his jacket, tongue lapping out at his lips. 

“Not that they’d ever find out, amore,” 

Never in her life had she had so many boys pinning and loving her like they did. She felt wanted and taken care of all at the same time with the four wild vampires. 

“If we aren’t going to see you much tomorrow then we should go back to the cave,” David mused. 

The vampire swiftly tugged the cigarette from behind his ear, pressing it between his lips before lighting it. The hot burn of cigarette smoke filled the air even with his efforts to puff the smoke away from the fragile human he was so annamoured with. 

“Why’s that?” she asked. 

“We need to scent you,”

“Scent me?” 

He hummed, his own devilish grin tugged at his lips. It wasn’t fair how handsome he was. It took everything in (Y/n)’s body to run her fingers through his course facial hair. 

“Can’t have any others trying to touch what is ours,” 

His face was close to her’s now. David’s scent of tobacco, mint, and metal washed over her face. He leans in close and almost purrs his next words. 

“And kitten, you can touch my beard all you want…. But I think it might feel better against your thighs,” 

Her face heated and her thighs rubbed together at the insinuation. The sharp ears of the others caught every word and like a pack of hyenas they howled with laughter. 

“I would punch you if you weren’t so pretty,” she said,

She crossed her arms over her chest like a child. David couldn’t help but laugh, knowing very well her threats meant nothing. His soft lips pressed against her’s in a chaste kiss. 

-- 

The day started with her friends arriving at her apartment. No, scratch that. One friend who was one of the snakes, and two girls who used to bully her relentlessly arrived on her front porch. She knew the snake friend was coming but apparently (Y/n) had assumed that she was still friends with the others she used to be around. 

“You look…” the snake, known as Allison grimced visibly. “Like you!” 

Ouch. That one hurt. She could feel herself folding in already and the day with them had hardly started. Ashley the blonde resident mean rich girl in the town hugged (Y/n) like she had a disease and only did so out of politeness. The third was a dark haired girl who always seemed to be a package deal with Ashley. Bridget… thought (Y/n) had often called her an “idiot” in her head. 

“Hi, uh…” she smiled fakely and followed Ashley into the apartment. 

“Once we get relaxed a smidge,” Ashley said. “We should go to lunch. Didn’t you mom say you work on a boardwalk?” 

“I thought you didn’t want to hit the boardwalk?” (Y/n) asked. 

“Oh, we don’t want to hit the boardwalk at night. Too crowded and… too dangerous,” she cringed. 

The plump girl wanted to roll her eyes, but she was right. The boardwalk plus peak summer season plus night and minus her boys could be a one way ticket to robbery… or worse. Though the “or worse” were her boys. She’d always be safe on the boardwalk. 

“Oh, sweetie, You aren’t going to wear that to lunch are you?” Allison asked. “It’s a bit tight don’t you think?” 

(Y/n) looked at the shirt that hugged her body quite tight, a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt. Yes it was a bit small, fitting a bit like a crop top and she did snip part of the neckline to fit a bit better but it was Paul’s shirt. He gave it to her. From his own clothes. 

“Here sugar,” the wild blonde grinned, tossing the t-shirt at her bare body. 

The boys were out feeding that night and Paul had practically destroyed her mind with incredible sex and just his overall vibe. They never liked her to be alone in the cave if they could help it. 

“Paul, how high are you?” 

“No, babe, it’s hi how are you,” he grinned jumping into her nest and kissing her jaw. 

“No, Paulie. Baby… I’m gonna stretch it out,” 

“And?”

“Don’t you like this shirt?” 

“It’s my favorite,” he grinned. 

His lips continued to kiss her neck. 

“I’ll ruin it. Stretch it,” 

“Well, call it payback, sugar,” He sucked on her neck. 

Her mind was getting fuzzy again. “For what?” 

“For you letting me stretch your pussy out,” 

The memory normally made her laugh but her fingers were now tangled at the hem of the shirt. Stress was filling her mind. 

“Yeah, I can change,” she said softly. “Just make yourselves at home,” 

It wasn’t long and she came out to the three girls giggling. It was like they never left high school. They looked up at her and Bridget laughs again. 

“Are you done?” (Y/n) asked. “Would you like to see the boardwalk or not?” 

“Of course, you look so cute. We’re gonna take my car. It’s bigger,” Ashley grinned. “A rental,” 

It took a lot to not gag at the fakeness in her voice. (Y/n) threw her bag over her shoulder, tracing the patch Marko had stitched into it as she walked to the car. 

“Bridgy,” Ashley smiled. “Let (Y/n) sit up front. She is hosting us after all,” 

Bridget climbs into the back and (Y/n) sits in the front telling her in detail the best ways to get the pier. She couldn’t remember the last time she was her in the day time, it was still lively but it was just a different feeling.

It felt more family friendly and not one wrong move from being either a rave or a brawl. No David holding her hip or Marko pinching her sides. No Paul wanting to sneak her off into one of the changing booths or even a Dwayne making sure she actually eats something that was sugar dipped in more sugar. It was a familiar loneliness she had hanging over her she had most of her teenage year as the three women linked arms and (Y/n) fell behind them. She was never lonely or felt as if she wasn’t wanted with her boys. 

Hell, if they didn’t want her around they would’ve eaten her by now… and not in the fun way. 

“Where should we eat?” Allison called over her shoulder. “What’s good?” 

“There’s a 24 hour diner near the Di--,” 

“What, no,” Ashley said. 

The preppy blonde was aghast at the mention of a diner. She rolled her eyes and reached into her beach bag. A pamphlet of the local attractions and restaurants she must’ve gotten at a rest stop at some point. 

“Oh, we should go to the seafood place,” Ashley grinned. 

(Y/n) cringed at the thought. The boys had told her many sketchy things about the owner and management. It was not a great choice but a water and a side salad would hold over until she could get a corn dog from her favorite booth. Maybe. 

The best part of the restaurant was definitely the air conditioning. It felt nice against her skin, she even tugged her well loved jacket from her shoulders. Another gift she had an argument over when David gave it to her. It was older, but with Marko’s sewing skills and patches from all of them it was transformed into hers, though the arms were a bit tight and it didn’t zip properly but it fit the best out of all the boy’s clothes and she adored it. Marko promised to make it fit better but she wasn’t sure she wanted it. It was like a constant hug from David, it even smelled like him. But even a punk can get sweaty in a jacket on the beach. 

---

“Why did you let us eat there?” Ashley whined as they walked down the boardwalk. 

“You wouldn’t listen if I told you,” (Y/n) replied. 

“Wait where are you going?” Bridget copied the whine of the other girl.

It made her want to jam a plastic fork into her ear. Somehow she managed to get in line at the good corndog place, as suggested by Marko. 

“I thought you were dieting. You know cuz the jacket was so tight and the salad,” Bridget accused. 

She shook her head and bit her lip. Her hand went into her pocket fidgeting with the coins inside. This was going to be a long day and it had barely started. She could’ve been in bed this whole time. Hell, she could’ve been in her nest the entire time, with her boys. Hell, she’d even hang out with Max at this point. At least he wasn’t an open asshole like these girls were. 

(Y/n) bit into the fried treat and sighed in contentment. 

---

“Are you sure this beach is private enough?” Allison called. 

Then she giggled and whispered. The sun was starting to set and the girls wanted to abandon the boardwalk quickly. (Y/n)’s mind ached from being around the three girls and she was practically counting down the hours until she could go back to her boys. By the time they were on the beach she knew of, the sun was down and it was quite dark. 

“Of course, I come here all the time,” she said. “Nothing for miles,” 

Other than a cave. 

“Oh good,” Allison giggled.

She tore off her top and began stripping in the dark. (Y/n) watched in shock. The darkness of the beach wasn’t enough to conciel the girls stripping down to their birthday suits. 

“Come on, (Y/n). We did this all the time back home. It’s why we wanted to come here at night,” she giggled. “Join us,” 

The grin on Allison’s lips would have mimicked Markos. This would have been a Marko or Paul idea but something felt off about this. The instinct to pull in and run as fast as she could was buzzing in her brain harder than the first time she saw a vampire feed. But just like then she pushed it away, the wild side that was primmed and built by the coven of vampires was screaming to just do it. 

A sharp swallow felt like it cut down her entire body. She pulled her jacket off then her top and the rest of her clothes. The girls were huddled and giggling, bile made it’s way up her throat. Bitter and painful as the rest ran into the water. Even at her age, peer pressure seemed to be winning her over as she went into the dark waters. Her heard was racing as the cold touched her hot skin. It cooled over the places where the sun had touched, she sighed again in contentment. The fear was washed away from her body with each crash of the wave. 

Her eyes fluttered shut and she enjoyed the sounds of the night. Quiet and still, with the occasional sound of wildlife that lived in the area. Quiet never happened with all the boys. Quiet could only be obtained with Dwayne or David. All four was shouting and calling and flirting and--. 

Giggles. 

(Y/n)’s eyes shot open. It was too dark to see anyone. She spun in a circle, hoping to see anyone. Anything. Gone. They left her. She swallowed hard, and fought back the tears of frustration and memories. This wasn’t the first time Allison played this prank. Leaving her in the middle of nowhere. But it was fine. She would just pull on her clothes and just go to the cave or the boardwalk and find her boys. 

She stepped onto the sand, careful not to step on a scuttering crab before heading to her clothes which---

They weren’t there. Her jacket. Her shirt. Even her swimsuit and bag were gone, hot tears filled her eyes arms wrapping around her bare body as she fell into the sand with a thud. Her breathing was hard and ragged. The bullying through the day seemed to have built up to this moment. It was as if time hadn’t moved since she was 16 and trying to blend in only to stand out more. She coughed out a sob. She hardly registered the rumbling of motors coming down the beach. 

---

“This is lame,” Marko said. 

He chewed at the glove on his left hand anxiously. The group of boys seemed dull. David was simply browsing the night’s produce, deciding which bodies could fill their bellies and the boredom without their mate to complete their family. 

No one peaked his curiosity. Hell, he wasn’t even that hungry, at least not that kind of hunger. David could practically still taste her on his tongue and her smell still lingered on the boardwalk. It was hours old but he knew her scent so well that it could’ve been just a few seconds ago. 

He was growing irritated. Like a caged jaguar. He wanted to rip into something, but had no one good enough. Nothing caught his interest other than a back and fourth look over the crowd. 

“Maybe (Y/n)’s friends left,” Paul said, hopeful. 

“If that’s the case she’d come to us,” Dwayne said, leaning back a bit on his bike. 

He stretched and grunted slight before leaning forward again on the handles. Dwayne didn’t need to stretch but it was an old human habit, like breathing. But he was disappointed when he remember that their little mate wasn’t their to ogle at his muscles beneath his skin. 

“Let’s go,” David flicked his cigarette carelessly. “No one looks worth it tonight,” 

They kicked off their bikes and onto the beach they drove. Taking the long sandy way home in the hopes of finding some form of entertainment. The pack were wooping and hollering but it didn’t feel as good as when it was filled with giggles. A piece of their coven was missing. David hated and loved how much she meant to the dynamic of their family. 

David inhales, sand brushed against his nostrils but that wasn’t the scent that bothered his nose. Tears. Fear. 

Her. 

Something was wrong, and David tried not to allow his true face out. He slowed his bike and the boys followed. Marko was next to him sniffing the air, he liked the smell of tears but not like this. They could see her curled in on her self crying. 

Naked. And crying. 

--

Leather enveloped her shoulders and she looked up to see Dwayne. He smiled at her sadly, kneeling to her level. 

He brushed a rough thumb under her eyes, wiping a tear off her cheek. 

“What the fuck happened, amore,” Marko was in front of her, hands gripping into fists. 

Pacing and cursing in Italian. David looked just as pissed and she didn’t see paul. Not until he threw the shirt he had on at her playfully. 

“Paul,” She whimpered. 

“Don’t even start, sugar. Just put it on,” 

His voice lacked any warmth. No happy go lucky Paul, but a serious man with anger in his voice. A black Led Zepplin shirt that smelled of him and weed. It stretched over her body, but it wasn’t enough to cover her bottom half. She moved Dwayne’s jacket to covers up but she was still very bare. But she did feel a bit better with her boys surrounding her. 

“What the hell happened,” David mimicked Marko’s question. 

His movements were so quiet she jumped when she turned to see him crouched infront of her, leather hands on her knees. 

“They convinced me to swim… without,” she sniffed. “Then took my clothes and left… I just want my jacket and bag back,” 

David pulled his large over coat off and placed it on her as well. 

“Don’t worry kitten, we’ll take care of it,” David said.

His gloved hand 

“I’ll take her back to the cave,” Dwayne said. 

He didn’t even hesitate. He lifted (Y/n) as if she weighed nothing, wrapping her tightly to keep her modest, not that anyone would see a thing or even look while in his arms. 

“I don’t,” 

“Don’t worry mama,” he soothed. “We’re flying. I’ll get my bike when you are in your nest,” 

--

Paul, Marko, and David were off. Following the scent of fake cucumber and soon to be dead bitches. Marko was the first to spot them, his eyes were especially sharp when he was pissed off and hungry. They didn’t care about safety or stopping, they tailgated them until the women finally pulled off. Clearly, they weren’t very smart. David’s bike barely stopped when he hopped off. Rage was fueling him, and his eyes were yellow. His hunger had suddenly returned. 

“What the hell--,” the blonde yelled. 

“Where the fuck is her stuff,” 

The woman in pink finally looked into David’s face. She stammered. Marko had already ripped the door of the passengerside causing the women to scream. Paul smashed the back window, seeing (Y/n)’s clothes and bag. 

The brunette screamed again as Marko tugged her from her seat. He held her so tight her arm snapped under the force and she screamed again. Marko’s long tongue flicked out before he took a rough bite. 

They would be another set of missing people. 

-- 

“Good thing you leave so much here,” Dwayne teased, running his hands over her thigh. It was a pair of sweat pants she had forgotten ages ago but she was grateful for them. She didn’t want to steal another item of their clothes. 

“Though I still think you’d be cuter in my boxers,” 

They were laying in her next again, right under where the boys would sleep. It was safest to them and they liked having her there, since she would be joining them on the ceiling someday. Dwayne leaned forward, kissing another stray tear. He had already left and retrieved his bike, and now he could be comfortable with her. His jacket was still over her shoulders and she was hugging David’s like a security blanket. 

Tears still crept from her eyes, but he could tell she was feeling better. 

His fingers traced over the waist band of her hips and he kissed another stray tear away. He kissed down her cheek all the way to her lips. Dwayne smiled when she returned the kiss, moving so she could touch his body. The cave rumbled and the other vampires came in wildly. The curtains moved and the first boy rushed in, bag on his shoulder and a grin on his face.

“Sorry, Dwayne. There wasn’t enough bitch for all of us,” Paul said patting his shoulder.

Happy Paul was back but his face and hands were coated in blood. He placed her things beside her bed and he leaned in to kiss her but Dwayne put a hand against his other lover’s chest. 

“Clean first, then kiss her.” 

“Yeah yeah, human blood disease,” Paul hissed. 

Marko rushed in next. Wild eyed and looking like he could go for another fight. But he was clean, or at least his skin was. His shirt was stained and ripped apart but his jacket was a beautiful as alway. 

 His eyes flickered around and landed on his girl. Puffy eyed, but smiling at him. 

“Feeling better, Venus?” He teased. 

She nodded. 

He shrugged his jacket off, then shoes, then his shirt before climbing in behind her. His arms snaked around her middle, squeezing at the doughy flesh of her belly just right. 

“Stop! That tickles,” She giggled trying to pull away from him. 

“Amore, how can I stop when you are just so irresistible,” 

Dwayne rolled his eyes at the antics. “Marko,” He was stern. 

Marko paused his tickling and rolled his eyes before just hugging his hurting mate from behind. He kissed her neck and nipped at the skin softly. 

“Don’t worry, my Venus,” he whispered. “Those girls wont ever hurt you again,” 

His breath is cool against her skin and she can’t help but to hum. She leaned against Marko and he allowed her enjoying her against his chest. 

The curtains pulled back again, David was now also shirtless his hair damp and gel-less. It was slightly messy without product and (Y/n) loved it very much. His lips curl into a smug smile. 

“I’m glad you like my jacket, kitten but I think I’d be a better replacement,” 

He crawled into the nest as well. He sat between Dwayne and (Y/n) taking the jacket from her hands before pulling her from Marko’s grip. She layed against his soft chest and he purred as her fingers danced over his soft belly before gently playing with his chest hair. Marko found himself back behind her, hugging for dear life. His fingers tapped against her middle. 

They all seemed to be buzzing with energy. 

“What the fuck? Why are you guys hogging the babe!” 

Paul launched himself into the pile of lovers wedging himself between the tangled legs of (Y/n) and David. Dwayne rolled his eyes before scooting into David’s other side, placing a hand on the exposed midriff of his princess. 

“I don’t think I want friends anymore,” she hummed. “You guys are like friends and boyfriends wrapped in one,” 

“You should still have friends,” Dwayne said gently. “I bet you’d like Gloria,” 

“No, I think i’m content,” 

“Whatever you want kitten,” David said. “That’s what you’ll get,” 

His fingers traced over any skin or into any hair that he could. They went down to her jaw and gently lifted her chin. He pressed a kiss against her lips. 

“I want to kiss her,” Paul huffed, pushing up against David’s stomach to climb to her face.

David grunted in annoyance but held his tongue from shouting at the vamponeside golden retriever. He just watched as he sloppily devoured her lips. 

She was never going to be alone like that again. He wouldn’t allow it.