#timebomb tickle

[tkpuke]

To be Loved is to be Known

Pairing - Powder x Ekko

Word count: 1,689

In which Ekko starts to feel stressed out while working on the time machine to bring him back to his own universe he belongs in. Powder knows a great method to help relieve his stress, one unbeknownst to him.

This is a tickle fic. Please do not read if that’s not your thing.

Papers were scattered around Ekko, some crumpled up and torn out of frustration. A small beam of light started to make its way into the room, signaling the sun coming up. That didn’t matter to Ekko, however, because what mattered most is why he just can’t seem to brush over this damn minor problem he’s having on the machine.

Footsteps were being heard, getting closer until Powder was revealed. “Thought I’d might find you here. Vander made everyone a delicious breakfast, come down an— have you been up all night?” She stopped in her tracks once getting a full good look at his state, his eyes meeting hers. Visible heavy eye-bags forming and looking fatigued and irritated. Ekko looks over to a window to see the sun, swearing it was only 9 pm two seconds ago.

“No…?” He starts, but Powder gives him one raised eyebrow and he sighs. “Okay, fine, I have been.” He rubs his temple as he leans against the table, Powder joining him as she rests a gentle hand on his shoulder. “But it’s because I’ve come across an issue that just won’t seem to go away, no matter what I do.”

She lets out an airy laugh. “Hey, nothing we can’t fix, right?” A determined smile takes over her features, but doesn’t last long when Ekko didn’t return the smile and just stared at the floor deep in thought.

Powder can read the ins and outs of Ekko. It is one’s job of being a girlfriend, isn’t it? That being said, she can definitely tell how mentally tiring working on this machine is starting to take a toll on Ekko. He’s only ever out to go get food, not wanting to waste any unnecessary time on anything else that’s not working on getting him back home to his people. Powder practically has to drag him out sometimes to get fresh air and hangout with the others that are asking where he’s been.

Powder is smart, no doubt about that. She picked up after a few days that Ekko wasn’t her Ekko, but regardless they are still the same person, hence feeling confident on doing a personal favorite activity of hers that she knows will help Ekko ease up and get his mind off things that are stressing him to the core.

“Want me to tickle you?”

Ekko blinked. “What?”

He slowly looked over to her, an innocent smile she’s wearing. Powder takes a step forward, Ekko takes a step back. “Y’know, what I do to help you relax whenever you get like this.” She says ever so casually as if Ekko is probably thinking ‘oh yeah, that thing!’

But Ekko wasn’t thinking that. Quite frankly, his heart started to beat faster every step Powder attempted to get closer to him, noticing her flexing her fingers a bit. “W…what are you talking ab—“

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it.” She cuts him off, grinning slyly when he takes a moment to put the pieces together. In this universe, somewhere along their relationship, Powder made the beautiful discovery that Ekko doesn’t hate being tickled as much as the normal person does. If anything, he absolutely enjoys the playful action and like how Powder stated earlier, drowns any stress out of him.

Only though the Ekko from the original timeline that’s in this Ekko’s body hasn’t quite made that discovery of himself just yet. Hence the confusion, his thought process that Powder has gone mad, and believing that fact of him is simply not true.

He must have been too caught up on his thoughts racing, because he felt himself suddenly backed up into a wall. Trapped, but only momentarily. He looks at an opening to escape on Powder’s left side. Powder reads his stance, knowing exactly his next move.

Ekko makes one last look at Powder. She does the same.

He books it.

You can’t outrun Powder in a place that she knows the ins and outs of. All the shortcuts, exits, and obstacles that would slow down a chase. Which further explains why Powder catches up to Ekko so quickly, pouncing on him as they go down together on the floor. He catches one of her wrists, the other high up out of his reach on purpose.

“Powder! Please.” Ekko nervously giggles out, but feeling a sense of thrill inside that he never felt before. A lively one at that, almost as if he’s excited to see what will happen next.

“Alright alright, your pleas have been heard.” Without any form of build-up, she immediately sticks her hands under his arms and starts wiggling away. “No need to beg for me to tickle you.”

She can’t help but break out into a cheeky smile when her ears pick up that sweet melodic tune: his laughter.

Ekko cannot remember the last time he has been properly tickled ever since Benzo died in his original timeline. He didn’t even know if he still was ticklish, thinking that sort of stuff just kind of vanishes overtime while growing up. Although, clearly the Ekko in this perfect timeline he was stuck in has definitely had people make a habit of tickling him whenever the opportunity arises, especially Powder. She went straight for the kill, having her fingers get trapped in his underarms as he squirms for freedom all the while cackling for the whole world to hear.

“PohohoWDEHEHER!” Is all he can say, struggling to form any coherent sentence without his laughter interrupting the process. She relents a little, scratching a bit lighter. “That’s me!” Powder watches him flail a bit less, noticing how he’s grabbing her wrists but not making any attempts to move them.

“sohomewhere ehehelse. Give me a sehehecond..” he managed to say, already sounding out of breath in the thirty seconds she’s tickled him. He’s never experienced anything like this, all so new. So it might look like Ekko is more ticklish than Powder is use to, finding it a bit cute how he tapped out so fast.

“I would love to, but I’m kind of trapped here mister.” She wiggles her stuck fingers to state the obvious, him giggling hard. Ekko mentally prepares himself a little, slowly raising his arms a bit for her to bring her hands back. He’s a fool to ever think there’s not another spot far worse, because Powder instantly latched onto his knees from behind and started squeezing like there was no tomorrow.

Completely caught off guard by how deadly of a spot his knees were, Ekko snorted out a deep belly laugh and it all continuously spilled out from there. It’s surprising that nobody came in from the start to check out who kept screaming as if they’re getting murdered, but it’s just Ekko who cannot handle a few wiggles here and a few squeezes there.

“Did you just snort?” Powder chuckled, but not expecting any answer from him as he was too busy trying to buck her off. She managed to lock her legs around his in a way where she didn’t budge in the slightest from his hysterical movement, smugly looking down at him.

“Toohoho MUHUCH! NOHOT THERE PLE-“ a sharp hiccup cut him off, feeling absolutely embarrassed and mortified from all these unknown noises he didn’t even know he could make come out of him so freely. Hands started to trail upwards from his knees, a sense of a small break but it wasn’t much of a difference for poor Ekko. “You told me to go somewhere else, remember!?”

Powder almost felt guilty for having way too much fun, but she knew she wasn’t alone with that feeling. Ekko was too, don’t let his reactions ever fool anybody. Noting his hands tightly around her wrists but never moving them, knowing damn well he’s strong enough to easily do so. Saying ‘please!’ but never a ‘stop!’ and suggesting for new spots for her to attack. You’d have to be blind to come to an assumption that he wasn’t enjoying himself.

His laughter was starting to be overtaken by sharp hiccups, which has always been a cue for Powder to stop soon. Soon.

Showing mercy on his knees, her hands find their way to his neck to start lightly skittering. Ekko grabs onto one of them, fingers interlocking with hers. “Ohohokay, stop! I’m nohot stressed, I’m nohohot!”

Powder softly smiles at the sight in front of her, heart feeling warm. The smell of the breakfast Vander made downstairs caused her to stop, realizing she and Ekko both had a plate of untouched food still waiting for them.

She got off of him with ease, sticking out a hand for him to take to help him up. Catching his breath, Ekko took the offering hand and stood up fully, brushing off some dust from his pants. He looks over at Powder, shooting her a cold but jokingly glare. “That was horrible. I’m not that bad to you to deserve that, am I?”

Chuckling, she gives his arm a little push. “If it was so horrible, I would’ve heard you say stop a lot sooner than you did.”

Silence was his response, feeling his face heating up. She’s right, Powder is always right. It’d be pointless for him to argue with her and deny, because even he knows the truth. Ekko enjoyed every second of it, because when was the last time him and Powder ever played around like this? In his timeline, not since they were twelve.

He misses the good times so much, and him needing to relive those memories and emotions were long overdue, but at least he experienced it one last time with someone he so dearly loves before heading back home.

Powder knows he’d never admit it, so she broke the silence first. “How does eggs and french toast sound?” They both share the same smile, Ekko walking right beside Powder as they head on downstairs where everyone else is.

These are the moments he wished he could stay in forever, never having to leave or give up something behind. Ekko will never forget this, forget her, and he’ll promise Powder that.

[tickly-trashcan]

Icing Cookies {Ekko x Jinx}

Advent Calendar Event!

A/N: oughhh ekko has been my fav since day one but after season two i needed more ekko content and i also miss him and jinx's antics hehe so i decided to write for these two!! they're so silly i love them and i hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Ekko and Jinx are decorating some cookies, but Ekko's look... a bit odd.

Word Count: 1k (under the cut!)

“Jinx, these look like shit…”

“No, only yours do.”

“Hey!”

Jinx laughed, nudging Ekko with her elbow. “What? I’m right! Have you never decorated cookies before?”

Ekko huffed. “No, I haven’t! I didn’t think it would be this hard, either.”

Jinx looked over at Ekko’s batch of cookies that he had been decorating. They… did indeed look like shit.

Ekko had helped Jinx bake the cookies and that had been easy enough, but as soon as he picked up a piping bag, they suddenly looked like globby, horrid lumps of goop. There were colors mixing into weird colors and Jinx could not tell what most of them were even supposed to look like. There was some icing dripping onto the counter from some, and others had bits of cookie exposed where there definitely should have been icing.

Ekko sighed and wiped at his nose, accidentally wiping icing on the tip of it. Jinx held back a laugh, but he noticed her change in expression. He frowned. “Are you laughing at how bad they are?”

Jinx grinned. “Maybe~!”

Ekko groaned and let his head fall back in exasperation. He set down the icing bag he had been holding and crossed his arms. “I give up. You finish them.”

Jinx whined. “No, Ekko! I can’t make all of these without you! My poor hands will get tired!”

Ekko raised an eyebrow at Jinx. “You were just making fun of how bad my cookies look.”

Jinx shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts?” Ekko started to walk away and Jinx had to grab his wrist and drag him back. “Hey, hey! They’ll still taste the same, just do a few more with me!”

Jinx looked up at Ekko with pleading eyes, pouting her lip slightly. Ekko sighed and gave in, making Jinx snicker victoriously. She put the piping bag back in his hands and held onto his hands, walking next him as he watched her carefully.

“Never thought the Boy Savior would need saving, but here we are! I’ll help you pipe a few so they don’t look too much like shit.”

“Watch it, Jinx.”

“Okay, okay, sheesh! Let’s start with a snowflake, that should be easy enough.”

Jinx guided Ekko’s hands while he applied pressure to the piping bag. It went across the cookie in small lines, Jinx correcting Ekko on how much to squeeze the bag when it got a bit gloppy again. In the end, it was much better than Ekko’s previous cookie attempts. It took a bit of creative interpretation, but it was a snowflake if you looked close enough. Jinx put her hands on her hips triumphantly and then pat Ekko’s shoulder.

“Good job! It’s a very special snowflake. Y’know, no two snowflakes look the same.”

Ekko nodded his head, a small smile on his face. Jinx went back to her own cookies, but Ekko tried to get her attention again. “Hey, can you… help me with one more?” Jinx raised an eyebrow at him. Ekko rubbed the back of his neck. “I– I mean, you don’t have to…”

Jinx smirked. “Ohh, I see. You need my expert cookie skills, don’tcha?”

Ekko hummed. “Something like that.”

Jinx picked out an ornament for their next cookie and decided to make it blue. This time, she demonstrated how to do it for Ekko on her own cookie and then watched as he tried it himself. He piped some green icing onto his ornament cookie, but he was struggling with the evenness of the icing. Jinx chuckled as she watched and leaned against Ekko once he finished.

“I’d put that on my tree.”

“You would?”

“Yeah… maybe near the bottom where no one could see, but I’d still put it on!”

Ekko chuckled and rolled his eyes. He set down his piping bag and leaned his back against the counter. Jinx hummed and stood in front of him, leaning against him as his eyes widened.

Jinx watched Ekko closely, noticing his eyes flickering down to her lips and back up to her eyes. She smirked and leaned closer to his face, but he did not lean back at all.

“Jinx…?”

Jinx leaned just a bit closer, making Ekko almost stop breathing in anticipation. She let her hands rest on his hips, and just as he closed his eyes, she gave his hips a gentle squeeze.

Ekko yelped and jolted back, hitting his head against the cabinet. “Ow!! Hey– Hehehey!! Jinx, wahahait!”

“Huh? What’s wrong, Little Man? Is something funny?”

“You– Stahahahap!!” Ekko laughed as Jinx crept up his sides. He tried weakly to shove her away, but she had him pinned. He tried his best not to squirm because of all the cookies behind him, but with Jinx tickling him, that was proving difficult.

“Someone’s got the giggles!” Jinx chuckled, pinching his sides as he whined through his laughter.

“Jinx, dohohohohon’t!!”

“Hmm? Don’t what?”

“Tickle mehehehe!”

Jinx grinned and latched her hands onto Ekko’s ribcage, making him gasp. “Tickle you? Well, if you insist!”

“NOHohoho!! Jinx, plehehehease, not thehehere!!”

“Why not? I thought this was your favorite spot!”

Ekko whined and laughed, trying to clamp his arms down. Jinx laughed along with him, but finally let up when his laughter started to get hiccupy. She chuckled as she watched him come down from his fit of laughter, but he could hardly muster up a glare for her.

Jinx leaned in close to Ekko again, smiling as he finally managed to stop giggling. “What is it now, Jinx?”

“You have something on your face.”

“I– What?! Where is–?”

Jinx kissed the tip of Ekko’s nose, cutting him off mid-sentence. He stopped, staring at her with wide eyes as she smiled. She licked her lips and hummed. “It must have been icing. We were supposed to ice the cookies, Ekko, not your nose.”

Ekko huffed and pressed his forehead against Jinx’s. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Jinx shrugged. “But that’s why you love me, right?”

Ekko wrapped his arms around Jinx, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “That, and so many other reasons.”

Jinx wrapped her arms around Ekko as well, holding him tightly. They held onto each other for a few moments, but then Jinx stuck her hands under Ekko’s arms, making him shriek and burst into laughter again. She laughed with him as he squirmed in her grip. They would finish decorating those cookies… Eventually.

[lbulldesigns]

Could you imagine what an intimate moment between Ekko and Jinx would be like.

They are sitting on Ekko's bed, talking about whatever, when they look into each other's eyes and just trail of talking. They stare at each other and suddenly their the only ones in the world, this is their bubble and nothing else matters but this moment.

They lean into each other, Ekko smiles and softly says something that sounds something like "first time" or something to Jinx she honestly doesn't care. Their lips meet and they kiss tenderly before this desperation on both sides bleeds in.

Before long, their hands are on each other, running other each other's arms, legs, necks, Ekko has one palm supporting the back of Jinx's head and the other on her hip rubbing small circles into it.

Jinx straddles Ekko's lap, and holds his face with both hands, before moving them down to grip the hem of his shirt and pulls it off his body.

They have to break the kiss in order to take the garment off, but don't instantly return to kissing as Jinx is watching her nails trail down his chest.

She watches the muscles under her nails jump in response, and smiles. Looking Ekko in the eyes she leans forward but avoids his lips, she trails small butterfly kisses along his jaw, as Ekko places small kisses on her neck

Her lips graze his ear, and he feels her breath upon it as she whispers.

"Choochie choochie coooo"

Before assaulting his sides in a surprise tickle attack.

Ekko:

Jinx:

[youmaycallmeyourhighness]

I love Timebomb so much because I think roughhousing/play fighting is a legitimate form of affection and I imagine if Vi were to pick Caitlyn up and ragdoll her around it probably wouldn't go over too well

[hexblooded]

the chromacrash universe has always tickled my fancy in general but chromacrash timebomb, specifically, is my personal brain rot. wearing each others colors is just so superior to everything else

[renatogpadilla]

After "Arcane" ended, I fell into a bit of a LoL rabbit hole (I know, I know, TERRIBLE idea!) and came upon the friendship (crush? 👀) between Jinx and Lux, which I believe we'll be seeing in the inevitable Demacia show, but I also realized something while looking into it.

In Episode 7 of Season 2, Ekko and Powder have that wonderful dance scene to "Ma Meillorie Ennemie" which means that, canonically, the French Language exists within Runeterra, and the only character with a French accent in LoL, to my knowledge, is Fiora, from Demacia. This leads me to believe that "Demacian" as a language is spoken by born Nobles of the kingdom, like a symbol of status. Since Lux doesn't have an accent, I like to believe she hides it and she and her brother Garen can speak it fluently if need be, but they keep their neutral accents to show they're "staying in their lane", but drop back into their accent when speaking normally among themselves... As an aside, I also headcanon that Caitlyn can speak it, or at least understand it, because she's just posh like that, though that's neither here nor there.

But back to "Arcane", this led me to two conclusions:

Number one: For a kingdom of medieval mage-haters and being the sword-and-shield fantasy stereotype, Demacia has some unexpectedly modern club bangers. (Something about a Timebomb love song being in Lux's native language tickles my brain in some good way.)

And number two: If their friendship is as close as it seems, Jinx is gonna come back knowing AT LEAST a few insults in French...

But moreso than that, I can't help but imagine a moment when someone in Demacia talks shit about Jinx being criminal scum or some such, which Jinx can't understand, and it's Lux (sweet, innocent, just delightful, Lady Lux!) who proceeds to go FULL MEROVINGIAN and unleashes the most SCATHING, vulgar and absolutely career-ending string of perfect French Demacian anyone has heard in recent memory, just absolutely COOKS the guy to the point that she has to consciously stop herself from lighting up and ACTUALLY cooking him and then turns around with Jinx in one arm (that's just her bestie, she swears!) and walks off in a huff, red in the face...

And Jinx can't understand what she said, but she finds it INCREDIBLY hot.

Just the thought of Jinx finding out her new friend has an accent for the first time by her defending her honor sounds absolutely wonderful to me. And after "Arcane", she deserves a bestie (👀?) like Lux to help her heal before going back home for her man and her sister...

[saturnzskyzz]

Arcane tkl concepts

A/N: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝙸 𝚍𝚘 ⚰️) 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚔𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! :]

These are just for fun! So no credit needed. There's barely any tkl fics for arcane so I thought I might spark some creativity!

Catvi (Caitlyn & Vi)

Lee! Caitlyn ler! Vi

In the talking stage, there comes a time where they start to become touchy with each other? Not extensive, but just enough where there's some playful banter and vi would either shove Caitlyn's shoulder, or Caitlyn would playfully kick Vi from behind her knee. But what Vi recently discovered was that Caitlyn is rather sensitive in the sides from random, and playful, pokes. When Vi wants to confront her about it, Caitlyn would seem to deny it, but also wouldn't completely scruff the idea of her being sensitive on the sides. And THAT'S when Vi is like, "let's test how sensitive you are" or something, and would go for the kill.

Lee! Vi ler! Caitlyn

A cute one that I thought of is that Caitlyn likes to give Vi gentle tickles when she's overwhelmed or stressed. Vi would lay on her girlfriends lap, and since Caitlyn would have a habit of stroking Vi's hair, she would purposely get close enough to Vi's neck and would just enlight the most breathiest giggles from Vi. OH MY GOODNESS I need to write this one😭😭

Jayvik (Jayce & Viktor)

Lee! Jayce ler! Viktor

The thought of Jayce being on the receiving end should not be this surprising.. Then again he's a playful little shit and I headcanon that Jayce inflicts Viktor's ler side. Jayce would do something as simple as misplacing something of Viktor's and acting like he didn't do it, and when Viktor isn't getting an answer from Jayce, that's when he's like "you know what? You asked for it" and would tickle the answer out of him. The amount of times this has happened would be historic.

Lee! Viktor ler! Jayce

Again, playful little shit Jayce. He likes to hear his friends laugh, and when he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of things when annoying his partner in crime, how about he annoys them by tickling them? 😭😭 of course with Viktor's health he take account that he can't go too rough or else a very painful coughing fit would start.. He would literally jump off of a building if he went that far. So he just goes gentle with Viktor, and when I tell you the giggles that would fly out of this man would send a serotonin boost to Jayce??!! He could hear this man giggle all day.

Timebomb(Jinx & Ekko)

:𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍:

SPOILERS FOR ACT3

Lee! Jinx ler! Ekko

When building up their friendship again after the war, they talk a lot about the past. When Ekko bring up a past memory that he adored which is when Ekko first discovered that Jinx was ticklish, he reluctantly brings it up and when jinx is all like "what? I don't remember that" or trying to deny it, that's when Ekko is like "I wonder if you're still ticklish" and we all know how that will turn out. Obviously there's this headcanon I have for the both of them that they are frequent with their tickle fights, and either one of them could either have the upper hand, or one is on the receiving end. Different days with a different winner. If that makes sense? 😭

Lee! Ekko ler! Jinx

I feel like jinx would have discovered it randomly. Like "oh, did that hurt?" and when Ekko goes no, Jinx is just like "okay, NOW we need to decipher what that noise was" and it would lead to her tickling the shit out of Ekko. This ones really short, but it also explains itself pretty well I believe 😭

That's all that I have for these main three pairs!! My brain is all goopy and mushy by thinking about all these 😭😭 hopefully these strike interest for you guys :]]

[hpalways]

in another lifetime

charas: timebomb drabble (ekko x powder) synopsis: as ekko thinks back to his journey from the other universe, he wonders and regrets what could've been in this timeline. warning: spoilers a/n: arcane hurt me so now i have to write angst for it LOL, they are my unbecoming frfr i miss them sm. also heard theories that jinx is still alive (im coping BYE) tho so maybe ill have to write another thing where he finds her

That singular night was still vivid in his mind to relive through, over and over again. From the strobing lights to the taints of her blue hues glimmering mischievously, he could just about see it if he closed his eyes. She was so close to him, so beautiful in a white, pure dress that he could not look at anything else. Her cute little dance moves that slowed down time for him and the sway of her short blue hair. Just a reach of his arm... would he be able to feel her warmth?

Of course not. It was now a memory to be tucked away. In this cold, sad world that he fought to survive in, he could not save the one he desperately wished to.

Ekko raised his arm toward the stars in the sky, laying there. So far yet so close. The stars represented her, burning bright until the very end.

When he first heard news that Jinx was gone, his gut dropped down to levels of hell, a torment of agony and lament drowning him in waves. How could it possibly be? She was the one that always came back from the dead to haunt him, a thorn to his side he could not get rid of. But now, she was gone, the moment he tried to reach out to her again.

He wondered.

He wondered so bad.

Boy Savior she called him. It made him so angry back then. So angry he turned his back on her, accepting the fact that he would never see the same girl he once was so close to.

But now he wondered if he gave up on her too soon.

Deep down all along, Powder was in there. The pain that she endured to live the way she had, she did everything to survive. But his cowardice could not face that. He could not see the suffering or the light that had disappeared from her gaze. The glimpse of her scared face beneath his grasp during their fight looked so much like... Powder. And yet, he still could not save her. Instead, he watched Silco carry her away, for her to continue the path of destruction.

When he found her there in her hideout, prepared to end it all, he could finally see the scope of it all. No longer was he shrouded in an endless cycle of rage and resentment, and for once, he could see it with a clear vision.

He should have tried harder -- to be at her side, save her of the demons that chased her.

She had painted him of her colors, her touch tickling his skin as he watched the furrow of her concentrated brow. Jinx was different from Powder in the other timeline, more rough and shrivel, her scowl imprinted on her lips. He realized he didn't mind it though.

Then they went off to war, only for one of them to return.

He... missed her.

Now all that was left of were his spiraling thoughts, of what ifs and regrets.

He pressed his fist against his forehead, feeling the heat of tears swarm from the corner of his eyes. Where he had been with Powder in the other universe on the same rooftop overlooking Piltover, he was now alone, the quiet unbearable.

Powder's words rang in his mind, a push for him to keep going.

"Sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind."

[adolin]

Cytherea raised Gideon AU, where Gideon is still the same but also wants to be an author and is way more overdramatic and depressed about being a cavalier

Cytherea finds Gideon on the Ninth and doesn't quite know what she wants to do with this child who could open the tomb, could be the catalyst of a lyctor rebellion, could be Many things so she just waits for the ginger tickling timebomb to grow on a steady diet of melodramatic Seventh House novels

[ixupi94]

Timebomb // Sleepytime Teatime

Ticking Timebomb - Chapter 4

The master of time takes his own tea cup and inhales the sweet tones of lavender before taking a small sip. His shimmering golden eyes subtly shift from his tea to his honored guest. 

N.Gin softly huffs as he smiles at the handsome man sitting there across him in the dim moonlight, mimicking him by smelling the flowery vapor and taking a sip. 

"Oh… That's…"

Nefarious' amused smile widens in anticipation, not expecting much positive of a review.

"...interesting."

Nefarious chuckles quietly, observing the adorable individual, noting his silly youthful crush on the little ginger, apparent by the tickle in his stomach. 

"-Is it, now..?" He casually responds, almost teasingly.

N.Gin looks up with wide eyes. "Um… Yes. It actually tastes like flowers. It's … pretty nice." He takes another sip. It really is surprisingly good, and the honey is a welcome addition.

A small sound of surprised satisfaction leaves the Brit. 

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤmija had been a ticking timebomb before her sinful pact with wonbin. what else was to be expected from a sheltered catholic girl with a raging porn-turned-wonbin addiction? he had been a blessing in the form of the perfect outlet — a man that was willing to defile her in ways that she’d only ever seen in videos. and the man she’d spent so long pining for, no less. how did she ever get so lucky? he justified her carnal urges while giving her a purpose, something that she’d been lacking for so long. 

ㅤㅤeven if that purpose involved being subjected to beautiful punishments such as this one… all that begging for him to fuck her, and he’d spoilt her enough to oblige, but her cunt was still empty, and her ass was so sore. the tears that had welled in her warm brown eyes started to fall with each blink, drops tickling her skin as they rolled down past her temples and down her cheeks when she lifted her head to bury her nose in his locks — muffling the moans that his bite evoked whilst savouring the feeling of his lips on her shoulder, even if it does hurt. but, for her, pain brought pleasure.

ㅤㅤin that moment, when her father knocked on her bedroom door, she selfishly wished for him to drop dead. he’d raised her to be loyal and devout, yet there he was, threatening to interrupt her act of repentance. it took all of her strength to answer, her voice only faltering once or twice as she willed him away, trying to listen to his footsteps as they grew further away, but it was proving hard to listen to anything but the lewd wetness of her tight ring being stretched out. how her father hadn’t heard the relentless slamming of wonbin’s hips was a mystery, but she knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

ㅤㅤher hole never once lessened its hold around wonbin’s pulsating length, the pain of each thrust never alleviating but only shifting into a distorted pleasure whenever the head pressed deep enough for her to feel it in her cunt. a gag sounded at how suddenly his fingers were in her throat, teary eyes glistening as they sought his out — still searching for approval every time she looked in them. the lewd strikes to her cunt have her eyes widening and her body trembling with pleasure, each contact made with her clit making her thighs tense and her holes clench, doubling both the pleasure and the pain as she comes undone at his last strike in spite of her emptiness — her juices erupting from her in ways that made her cheeks red from embarrassment.

ㅤㅤshe doesn’t know what it was that tipped her over the edge exactly, whether it was the blinding pain from his relentless thrusts, or the force of his hands, or the carnal look in his eyes, or the demeaning way he spoke to her, or all of the above… she just hoped the mess she’d made on his clothes wouldn’t get her in trouble. she didn’t dare moan when she came, nor did she dare moan when his thrusts grew more feverish and her tight walls tried to keep up with the demand of his pace and size, but she couldn’t hold back the moan that his words conjured. she’s drooling around his fingers when she nods, her desperation evident in her face as she grew closer to getting what it was that she wanted the most… just not where she wanted it. but she’d earned this, and she can earn that, too.

Wonbin had not set out to find someone to manipulate, it was just that Mija turned out to be so pliable in both body and mind that it came naturally. Add to that his intellect that knew where to say what when and this situation felt much less absurd. Meant to be even. Who else would be able to take control of her, doubtful that she would know what to do with herself if not for Wonbin taking over for her. All while she was so blissfully oblivious to what was really happening. And so this was where he decided her place was, underneath him, at his mercy, a useful tool for his every need. Maybe god was real, and maybe he had chosen Wonbin as someone special. At least the idea had him chuckle, something eventually drowned in a distinct moan that he muffled by sinking his teeth into her shoulder until a deep impression of them was left behind. Bruises, bites, wounds- how much longer would she be able to explain them away to her boyfriend? The heir was interested to see what would happen. Especially now that he was sure he was rendering her impossible to sit comfortably for a while. A steady reminder of himself wherever she would be. With the knock disturbing his thought process, there was only a brief moment of care before he continued on. Honestly he couldn't care less about what the man on the other side of the door was saying, all he focused on was the delicious way she squeezed around him from nervousness, the look in her eyes of terror mixed with the usual need of approval and with just one glance down her folded body he took notice of her arousal making a mess of herself and his cock, spilling with each impactful thrust rocking her body. Mija had barely finished speaking to her father and Wonbin decided to shove his fingers into her mouth, letting them stroke across her tongue to the back of her throat, properly stuffing that mouth to muffle further noise. A precaution given how he leaned back, slipped his other hand between them and began striking her open cunt with his palm. "Look at your cunt drooling. Maybe fucking your ass is better than anything you could feel with this used up hole." Once more his hips came to a grind just for two more strikes hitting her sex. The expression he carried was priceless. Something he had never let slip before but now it seemed the mask had fully fallen, any smile, any amusement having left there was only something primal, something dark left in his eyes as he looked down to her as he picked up the pace and started drilling his cock deep into her. "Nod if you need my seed. If you can't exist without it anymore."

[tkpuke]

IM ALSO OBSESSED W TIMEBOMB AND THERE ARE BASICALLY NO TICKLE CONTENT SOOO

my personals headcanons or thoughts on them(mostly alternative universe version)😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

> They had soo much tickle fights during the childhood!! (I rewatched “enemy” animation by riot and there was a moment at the start when Ekko scared Powder by grabbing her when she didn’t expect and she was so 😨 and he just started laughing and IT WAS SO CUTE AHHGGG *dies*)

> Vi was ruthless to Ekko, she just headlocked him and that’s it.. he’s dead;; he also wanted to look all cool and in front of Powder, but then she saw him getting totally wrecked by her older sis and it was how she found out. Or I’d say since they grew up together they had these fights all the time.

> Ekko was really embarrassed by his sensitivity but Powder found it adorable since he was so 🥺🥺🥺

> In another universe they spend countless nights burning incense, drinking cider, listening and dancing to music and having tickle fights at Powder’s place while being tipsy

> Powder’s laugh is very contagious and he just can’t stop smiling when he hears it😭 and it doesn’t matter if it was a tickle fight or a dumb joke mid conversation, he’ll recognise it anywhere

> Her worse spots are just her upper body and behing knees which makes her just freeze and take it, his are NECK (imagine petting a cat under the neck but it’s actually Ekko and instead of purring he chuckled) and just some basic spots but also has ticklish calves

> They are so AAAAAAAAAAA

(also)

> I can see Ekko getting wrecked by the kids in their firelights camp. Because he literally like adopted them😭 best big bro I swear

AAA THANK U FOR BLESSING US WITH UR TIMEBOMB TK HEADCANNONS 🤲🏻

first off, YES they definitely had a bunch of tickle fights when they were younger. Mostly Ekko being a little shit and messing with Powder 24/7, but who says she never got her revenge on him? I like to believe Ekko is slightly more ticklish than Powder and he never hears the end of it from his friends.

Vi definitely plays a little rough with all of them when they were all younger. Her finding out Ekko is ticklish in the midst of rough-housing with him made everything even worse for poor Ekko. She never lets him live it down, always tickling him until he surrenders whenever they play fight or just gives him a poke to the side when walking past him. Y’know, cause Vi is a little shit. Powder never teases him for it though, cause she’s often on the receiving end as well 😭

Sigghhh, in another universe they are happy 😔 I would pay to see a season of just solely Ekko and Powder on what could’ve been if things didn’t turn out the way it did. I think we ALL would pay to see that.

Powder has the cutest laugh EVER. It sounds kind of raspy at times and it’ll crack here and there when a really ticklish spot is being targeted or she finds something very funny. Ekko adores her laugh. He adores everything about her, how could he not? He always tries to hear her AT LEAST giggle once a day. He makes it his mission.

Oh goodness HER KNEES don’t be surprised if she accidentally kicks the living shit out of your face when u attack her there. Ekko can confirm that does happen because he’s a victim of it himself 😔 and omg ur so right about Ekko’s neck. Powder sometimes will pretend to give him a neck massage when he looks like he needs it from her, but really it’s just an excuse to get him giggling adorably.

IMISSTHEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH UGH I CAN TALK ABT THEM FOREVERRRR

[inari-zaheer]

oh my god i love timebomb but i didn’t know that you could request them poly 😔😔….but now that i know can i request mornings with timebomb like the one with violyn ? thank you and i have a great day !!

I do write Poly inserts with every couple, Timebomb is one of my favorites, have a great day too♥️

Mornings With Timebomb

Pairing:Ekko x Reader x Jinx

Tw:Mention of sex

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These two would be the clingiest people on earth while sleeping with you

Jinx would be hugging you with her head tucked on your neck while Ekko would hold her from behind while caressing your side

Jinx sleeps in the middle mainly cause sometimes she has the worst nightmares, but it was also so she could not steal all the blankets lol

Ekko would be the first one to wake up

Not wanting to disturb any of you try to untangle himself from you guys, he’d just sit there and admire

After sometime you wake up and he just gives you the softest smile possible while caressing your cheek

You always let Jinx sleep in a little bit cause without you both she doesn’t get a healthy sleep schedule

But if you guys had something important to do that day you wake her up by kissing her head

Which she just whines and nuzzle herself even closer to your neck

So Ekko starts kissing her shoulders and neck tickling her

After a long while of morning kisses and cuddles you guys finally get up and start getting ready for the day

But only after all three of you had breakfast together, as Jinx always asks

You and Ekko would be the ones to cook it, not because Jinx is a bad cook, far from it, but because her cooking methods are…dangerous exotic

They both take turns in hugging you from behind while the other arrange the table

Y’all sit and eat talking about the chores you have for the day while Jinx playa footsie with you and Ekko

After eating you head to the bathroom, were when the three of you were in the mood Jinx definitely convinced you to have morning shower sex

Which you guys ended up doing pretty often, just to, y’know, start the day better

You’d sit in the counter with Ekko between your legs holding your waist as you do his face paint, and if you wore it too he’d do yours

And then the both of you would brush Jinx’s hair and braid it, as she doesn’t trust anyone else to do it

She’d try and convince you both to just forget any important tasks of the day and just pass the day cuddling each other

But it didn’t work, so after a good amount of hugs and goodbye kisses y’all go on your separate ways for your day

[holylulusworld]

Hit it off king of hell style

Title: Hit it off king of hell style.

Summary: You are done running after Dean, so you take Crowley’s offer and hit it of king of hell style.

Square filled for @spnquotebingo​​​​​: “Son of a bitch!” - SPN

Word Count: 1,3k+

Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader, former Dean x fem!Reader, Crowley x fem!Reader (platonic)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, pissed reader, Y/N is just done, drunk reader, flirty Crowley, mentions of smut, cheating, jealousy, overuse of the word ‘fuck’ and sonofabitch, mentions of deaths, fingering, implied smut, kidnapping (kinda)

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

SPN Quote Bingo masterlist

“Crowley,” you mutter under your breath, eying the demon warily while he steps closer. 

“Grasshopper,” Crowley smirks, sitting next to you to order his favorite poison. “How have you been? Did your partner in crime leave you hanging again?”

“You know exactly that Dean ran off again,” you down your next drink, hissing when the amber liquid runs down your throat, burning deliciously. “I’m just done running after that sonofabitch!”

“I see,” nodding thoughtfully Crowley orders another drink for you. “I’ll have a single malt,” he dips his head to look at you. “Do you want something better than this-“ the king of hell shoves the drink the bartender poured him away, nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Do you have better stuff?” you quip, not interested to leave your bar stool or the dingy bar in the middle of nowhere anytime soon. “Guess you only want to use me to control his demonic ass.” snickering you down your next drink. “Burns so good.”

“I know he told you to not come back,” the demon sighs, patting your shoulder. “Must be hard. Squirrel is not Squirrel any longer, Grasshopper. He’s all rage and bloodlust. Not that I would mind a little massacre here and there, but Dean is bad for business.”

You snicker at Crowley’s pained expression. “What did he do? Did he piss in your cornflakes or something?”

“Something like that,” the demon grumbles. “I tell Dean to kill an unfaithful wife, and he kills the guy signing the contract. What will happen if people hear I can’t control Dean? No one is going to sign shit any longer.”

Cradling his face in his hands Crowley huffs. “You should’ve known better, Crowley. Dean is a timebomb with black eyes. Before he was unpredictable but now – he’s just-,” you shrug, not finding the right words. “An asshole.”

“I second that,” Crowley laughs when you order another drink and a Piña Colada for him. “How about we fuck him over and have some fun, Grasshopper?”

“I don’t think so,” licking your lips you look at Crowley who tries to look taller. He stretches his neck, groaning as something cracks. “We can have a few drinks, though.”

“Deal,” holding out his hand Crowley looks at your hand. “Grasshopper, you must shake my hand. That’s how you agree to a deal.”

“I won’t sign any deals with you, king of hell,” growling the words you hop off the barstool. “Did you come here to get my soul or shit? Do you honestly think I would sell it for Dean, the guy who just railed a waitress and let me watch?”

“You watched?” you roll your eyes at Crowley’s words. “Seriously?”

“No, I did not watch. Why should I watch my ex fuck a random chick? I got better things to do, like drinking and giving a shit on his demonic ass. Just wish I gave him the boot sooner.”

“Broken heart?” Crowley carefully tries. “Come on, Grasshopper. Let’s hit it off king of hell style. We can have a few drinks and I promise to not let you sign any deals.”

“Fine, whatever. Got nothing else to do,” you grasp for your jacket and purse. “You will pay for my drinks.”

“Of course, my lady…”

“And then he went off to play house with Lisa, that yoga chick he barely knew,” you slur, giggling as Crowley tries to down the girly drink you ordered for him. “Can you believe he left my cute ass to play house?”

“I would’ve never left you, Grasshopper,” Crowley nods to himself, imagine getting you in his clutches, a collar placed around your neck, his name hanging from it. “How about you come with me, and I’ll show you a whole new world?”

“Nah, I got a nice drink, some peanuts, and a good view at the bartender’s ass when he bends to pick up shit,” you smirk. “Dean can go and fuck himself, or anyone else around.”

“He hurt you – huh?”

“Demon or not, we were still married, and he just told me,” you mutter, leaning closer to Crowley. “We ain’t married anymore, sweetheart! It says, ‘till death do us part’.”

“He did?” brows furrowed Crowley watches you throw a few peanuts into his face. “What?”

“That’s all your fault,” poking your finger into Crowley’s chest you growl at him. “It was you telling him about that fucking first blade and Cain. He got the mark because of you, Crowley. Don’t act all innocently now.”

“I didn’t know he would die,” Crowley shrugs. “At least not through Metatron’s hands and so soon.”

“But you knew about the consequences and said nothing. All of it only to howl at the moon with a feral demon called Dean Winchester. That’s pathetic for a king of hell. You should retire or get a hobby,” you grunt, ordering another drink. “Give me my poison.”

“I think she had enough,” the demon watches you slip off the chair to dance to the music in your head. “What are you doing?”

“Dancing, Crowley!” you smack the back of his head, grinning as he doesn’t fight back. “That’s for ruining my marriage, sonofabitch! If I wasn’t drunk, you’ll be dead by now. But I’ll leave this to Sam…Sammy.”

“Moose? Did you call him?”

“Nah, he would ask how it went and I am not in the mood to explain his big brother is busy fucking his way through the state of-“ blinking a few times you look at Crowley. “Where the fuck are we?”

“A bar?” Crowley smirks when you slap his cheek. He would never admit it, but he has a thing for dominant women. “Ouch, that tickled Grasshopper.”

“Stop calling me that, Crowley. You promised we would hit it off, but this is just hanging out at a bar with better drinks,” you sigh. “Maybe I should find a dick to ride for the night.”

“Oh-“ the bartender clears his throat, almost dropping the bottle of Whiskey in his hands. “Is she single?” the man whispers in Crowley’s direction. “I don’t want an angry husband to chase after me with a baseball bat, or gun again.”

“Not a chance,” Crowley growls. “If anyone gets her in his clutches, it’s me.”

“DREAM ON!” a deep voice bellows. “Did I not tell you to bring her back to my brother?” Dean grunts, watching you sway to the music in your head. “This-“ jerking his head toward you Dean narrows his eyes, “doesn’t look like bringing her home. It looks like getting her drunk to take advantage of my wife.”

“Ex-wife,” you mutter, pointing your index finger at Dean. “You said it yourself, we aren’t married anymore. You dicked down that chick and I can fuck Crowley if I want to.”

“You won’t!” Dean closes the distance between you with three longs steps before he grasps for you to throw you over his shoulder. 

“Lemme down, you sonofabitch,” you lift your head to ask Crowley for help. “You’re a fine bar buddy, Crowley. You can’t just let him take me.”

“Sorry, Grasshopper?” Crowley shrugs, laughing when you throw insults at him. “I can’t control a timebomb. You should know that.”

“What do you want?” wiggling on the bed in the messy motel room Dean brought you to, you try to break out of the ropes. “Let me go, asshole!”

“You will not speak until I’m done with you,” the demon tuts. “If you open your mouth again, I’ll gag you with my boxers.”

“What the fuck!”

“Final warning, sweetheart,” sliding his index finger over your lips Dean smirks when your breath hitches in your throat. “I think that I’ll put your mouth to better use later.”

“Hmpf…” his finger slides past your lips into your mouth, swiping over your tongue. 

“Always loved your mouth around my dick,” he muses, shoving two fingers into your mouth, slowing starting to move them in and out. He smirks, loving you look up at him, pupils lust blown.

“Do you want to say something, Y/N?” you hate he smirks down at you when he removes his fingers. “I bet,” he leans closer to lick over your cheek, “when I’m done with you sweetheart, you know how it feels to hit it off Dean Winchester style…” and just like that, he shoves his fingers into your slicked cunt, curling them. “Yeah, I think you’ll know…”

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[lecheroustaint]

I can help you however you wish. Javier attempts to hide the smile that spreads on his face but the tiniest of grins tugs onto his features. "The ejaculation kits don't always work with me but you're more than welcome to give it the old college try." It's dangerous to be given a blank slate like this, an infinite number of scenarios running through his head as he ponder exactly how much he can get away with. "Apologies for the improper medical terminology but the uh...fleshlight works 50% of the time." Javi figures using the word fleshlight is somehow still somewhat better than saying pocket pussy. "I just find they don't feel good enough to get me where I need to be. I prefer something much warmer and wetter." As he speaks to the petite brunette, the older male begins to undo his pants and belt (as best he could while trying to keep up with the façade of having an impaired wrist). Javier, as casually as one could, pulls free his impressive length, allowing it simply hang limp between thighs. Even now, half not even halfway close to being hard, it's still a menacing sight. It's one thing to have long cock but Javier prides himself on the sheer thickness of his manhood. "The condom route works best but it's also dependent on what's coming back the other way too. We could start with your mouth and the possibly try something...tighter, if that doesn't work." His eyes have gotten a shade darker, like a predator eyeing up it's prey. Javi's gaze taking a long, savoring scan up and down her tiny frame. He's not even sure he'd fit in such a small little package but wasn't that part of the fun? "Though I will say, you your regular sized protection might not be exactly comfortable on me but I do come prepared." Javier reaches into his pocket quickly and lays down strip of golden wrapped condoms. What he fails to mention is the way he'd tampered with them and they might as well have been a tickling timebomb. "There's not exactly beating around the bush but for the sake of trying to um...extract...the cum...err...sample, I'd really get off on you calling me Dad. " The own utterance of the word causes of a noticeable twitch of his meaty length. With his off hand, he's takes hold of his fat cock and begins to stroke himself, long expert strokes as if on autopilot while staring down the nurse. "Sir or Daddy works too but if you were looking to make this as quick and painless as possible then..." Okay so maybe painless was a bit of a lie but it was possible she was an overachiever.

wide doe eyes looked from the injured wrist to his face and back again. this was her first week working here and, so far, the most out there request (and there had been quite a few pervs today alone). part of her wanted to ask why he couldn't wait until he healed, but she remembered her training, explicitly stating that she had to make the patient as comfortable as possible. while she didn't think that manual quite had this situation in mind, she also knew if she could help, she should. putting on a steely resolve, she nods, more so to herself than anything. you can do this izzy, she hypes herself up. it's just assistance with collecting a sample. if she keeps things in medical terms, it makes what she's about to do so much easier. "don't you worry," she finally said as she put on both her cheery face and voice, "i can help you however you wish." her eyes glance towards the clock before she grabs some gloves to slide over her dainty hands. "we have the ejaculation kits, which i'm sure you're familiar with," she said, knowing the man must know about them with how well he seems to know both the facility and its rules, "or you can wear a condom and i can ..." she trails off, giving him a pointed look. "you know. so how would you like to proceed, mr. ..." again she trails off, letting the man fill in the blanks with how he'd like to be addressed. considering how personal they were about to get, izzy felt like she needed to know what she should call him.

[hansolmates]

hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕 

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!” 

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself. 

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?” 

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust. 

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is. 

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.” 

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.  

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?” 

“Date seven.” 

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?” 

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss. 

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby. 

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch. 

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts. 

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?” 

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.” 

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions. 

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.” 

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.” 

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy. 

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.” 

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.” 

“So, you’re bribing her with food.” 

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.” 

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” 

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease. 

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside. 

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture. 

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones. 

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin. 

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.” 

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.” 

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary. 

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing. 

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.” 

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.” 

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.” 

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!” 

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room. 

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug. 

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.” 

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.” 

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.” 

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it. 

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious. 

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?” 

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection. 

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.” 

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door. 

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.” 

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!” 

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like  indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out. 

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!” 

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her. 

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak. 

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip. 

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox. 

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?” 

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart. 

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo. 

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid. 

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone. 

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.” 

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face. 

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?” 

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car. 

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building. 

Ten seconds pass. Nothing. 

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text. 

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky. 

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands. 

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains. 

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly. 

“Then I’ll follow you home.” 

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom. 

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag. 

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?” 

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.” 

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.” 

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.” 

“It sounds like an excuse.” 

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!” 

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?” 

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.” 

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?” 

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.” 

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.” 

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night. 

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” 

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?” 

“It’s a date.” 

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair. 

“At Seungkwan’s, why?” 

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him. 

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand. 

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist. 

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door. 

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat. 

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you. 

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose. 

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted. 

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.” 

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim. 

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten. 

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.” 

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.” 

“Why Christmas?” 

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.” 

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.” 

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head. 

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with  an amazing partner. 

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.” 

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?” 

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open. 

“Mama!” 

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid. 

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?” 

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.” 

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.” 

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back. 

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!” 

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?” 

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and  you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?” 

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut  yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore. 

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder. 

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows. 

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes. 

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”