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lee-lucius · 6 months

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Advent Calendar 3: Angel

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Modern AU

"Um... is—is everything alright?" Grey squeaked, eyes worriedly darting between her partner's faces.

Gordon shook his head, a sullen look on his face, but he made no attempts to sign, only disappearing further into the comforts of their apartment.

Gauche looked vaguely murderous as he leaned closer to Grey, whispering, "Just some asshole customers at work. Got a little too invasive, again."

"Oh," she whispered back, hand cupping her mouth. She never understood why people couldn't mind their own business! If she was there… her spirits fell, realizing she probably would've been too stunned or too intimidated to have done something, even if she had been working today.

"Don't worry. Me and Yami dealt with it. They won't be coming back."

It was as if Gauche always had a sixth sense for when her anxiety was rising, and he was able to soothe it just as easily. Taking her hand in his own and squeezing it gently, he spiked her nerves in an entirely different way, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Her mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish, only somewhat hidden by her free hand as she tried to gather her thoughts. "B-But he's… he—he's still upset…"

He only shrugged his shoulders, bobbing his head in Gordon's direction after they'd both fallen silent, and they went after him.

They found him lying on the couch in the living room, bundled up in blankets and staring intently on a spot at the wall. Grey stood by the arm of the couch, hesitating, until Gordon noticed her, smiling slightly at her appearing and opening his arms, an invitation she readily accepted.

A set of steady arms enveloped her, cradling her to Gordon's chest in his mound of blankets and pillows, making a exhilaratingly nerve-wracking feeling soar through her, as if she was sitting at the top of roller coaster and didn't know yet if she'd be throwing her arms up into the air or throwing up as soon as the ride ended.

It took a few overwhelming moments for her to adjust, only able to focus on the warmth of Gordon's embrace and his breaths wafting against the back of her neck and the sound of Gauche fumbling around in the kitchen. But she was mercifully able to relax, heart beating slowing even if the embarrassingly bright blush wouldn't leave her face.

She felt… safe, relaxing here with her partner. And secure, as if he was shielding her from all of her anxieties, from everything bad in the world; right there, in that moment, she didn't think she could feel more loved.

And more than anything, she wanted Gordon to feel that way.

"Wait!" she blurted, far more impulsive than usual, and pushed against his chest, sitting up. "I, um, can… can I ho—hold… you, instead?"

With a surprised look on his face, Gordon merely nodded, allowing Grey to hesitantly rearrange them so that he was leaning against her, her arms wrapped around his waist.

This position took more time to adjust, and her embarrassment surely wasn't helped by Gauche returning with three steaming mugs, setting them on the table and positing himself on the other end of the couch, distanced from their cuddle pile. It wasn't unusual of him, but it did make Grey feel more awkward about the whole thing.

At least, Gordon seemed content, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, and after she'd calmed down her internal screaming, she brought one of her hands up to card her fingers through his hair, like he usually did for her.

He mumbled something she couldn't quite understand, but it was filled with such adoration and love that made her want to cry, because she could hardly believe how lucky she was to be with an angel like Gordon. He was perfect, and she never wanted to let him go.

Until he shifted, looking up at her in a way she could only describe as timid, despite garish makeup that always made him look far more intimidating than he was.

He sat up, and Grey was about to ask if she'd done something wrong or made him uncomfortable when Gordon started signing.

"I want to laugh."

She smiled, grabbing Gordon's hands to pull him back and waiting for him to get settled before saying, "Tap my shoulder if you want me to stop, okay?"

He nodded, the faintest flush on his pale face that made her feel the slightest bit less nervous. It was rare for Gordon to get embarrassed with how naturally affectionate he was, but this—asking to be tickled—always seemed to embarrass him.

It was a little odd at first. She could hardly remember ever getting tickled, let alone tickling anyone, and never thought about it until Gordon admitted he'd enjoyed it, and Grey discovered she didn't quite mind it either.

Still, no matter how many times it happened she could never quite get used to it. Dragging her nails against Gordon's neck, she could hardly believe that she was actually the reason he was giggling like that, a sound so pure and happy she thought her heart might beat right out of her chest.

But that wouldn't be enough if she wanted to really get him laughing. Instead, she brought down both her hands to pinch at his sides, delighting in his surprised squeak and the way he wiggled back and forth, instinctive trying to escape her touch but loving every moment of it.

He was so cute like this, and Grey would do it anytime, as much as he needed, to see that bright smile on his face, and she thought that she actually might just like this as much as he did, and she wanted to tell him all this but found her mouth as unresponsive as usual, the words wilting in her throat.

"Having fun?" Gauche spoke up, surprising Grey so much she almost stopped, but she kept going, not ready to stop hearing her partner's lovely, angelic laugh quite yet.

Gordon only nodded against her shoulder, unable to even attempt signing anything with his hands sandwiched between his and Grey's body.

Watching Gauche from the corner of her eye, she saw how his eyes skimmed over them, the edge of lip slightly quirked up as he shifted a little closer. "If you really want to get him, you should tickle his back."

There was a low whine from Gordon, the noise he made every time someone used that word he apparently couldn't stand. Grey was kind enough not to tease him about it, but she wasn't kind enough to not take Gauche's advice, her nails scribbling against the back of his ribs through the thin cloth of his skirt.

His laughter was louder than anything he'd ever said, low and raspy and absolutely breathtaking. Grey just couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him, pecking at his lower jaw. Then his ear, remembering how it'd made him squeal last time and laughing when he did it again.

Suddenly, his laughter shot up another octave, and Grey realized it was because Gauche had taken hold if one of his feet, looking bored as he aimlessly traced shapes against the soles. But she knew her partner and could see the hidden satisfaction in his eyes, knowing he was enjoying the domestic site as much as them.

After a few more moments, Grey and Gauche shared a glance and wordlessly agreed he'd probably had enough. Even after they stopped tickling him, he continued giggling, a bright smile still plastered on his face.

Grey returned to running her fingers through his hair, lightly kissing his temple, and Gauche ran a hand along his back, rubbing it soothingly but firm enough that it wouldn't still tickle him.

"Feel any better?" Gauche asked after he'd regained control over his laughter.

Gordon only lazily nodded, leaning further into Grey with a yawn. All the events of the day must've tired him out.

"Your drinks got cold. I'll get you new ones," he stood up, beginning to trudge towards the kitchen, but Grey's had reached out before he could, latching onto his wrist.

"Stay," she said, apparently more brave than she thought.

Or stupid, she realized, when Gauche stared at her for a long moment, his one visible eye squinting at her with indiscernible emotions. But right before she was about to start blubbering out apologies, he just shrugged, gesturing for them to make room and sat back down.

Gordon sat in the middle, leaning against Gauche's shoulder this time as Grey leaned against his, held firmly in place by Gauche's arm that stretched along the back of the couch, wrapping around her shoulder. Once again, she was struck by the notion of how lucky she was, not only to be with Gordon, but both of them.

"I love you two," she breathed, continuing her brave streak.

Gordon kissed her cheek as Gauche repeated the sentiment, and she could only wish that every day she spent with them was just as filled with love.

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yeetusfurrycake · 4 months

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Can you draw him as a lee? :D

pink would def wreck grey for fun

#art #digital art #tickle art #tickle #sfw tickle community #among us #lee!grey #imposter v4 #vs impostor v4 #ler!pink #pink imposter #among us tickles

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auroras-space25 · 1 month

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Hello Tickle Community📸

☁︎︎Hi! I’m Aurora☁︎︎

I’m new to the tickle community so here are some things about my new blog🌏

My requests are open and I will write fics and headcanons ♡︎

I only write for 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 characters/people and from a 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 reader perspective ✧

I will write for 𝐋𝐞𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𑁍

I’m 18 years old so I’m not very into NSFW content ☽

My prompts are 100% open! Please feel free to put through any ideas ♧︎

I write for 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 and also 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 from my list of Fandoms below✬

Messages are open but please be kind and respectful, you are free to ask anything whether it’s about tickling or not, just please be respectful ✫彡

Fandoms I Write For:

𝐓𝐯 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬:ꨄ

Supernatural 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Sam and Dean)

The Last Of Us

Gilmore Girls

Teen Wolf

Criminal Minds

Daredevil 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Brooklyn 99

Outerbanks

The Summer I Turned Pretty

American Horror Story (Tate/James/Kit/Evan)

Stranger Things

Grey’s Anatomy

𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬:★

10 Things I Hate About You

The Outsiders

Scream 1-6

Twilight

The Maze Runner

Pirates Of The Caribbean

The Dirt

MCU (Tony, Steve, Bucky, Peter Q, Peter P, Loki, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Deadpool, + The Actors)

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬/𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬:♫

Mötley Crüe 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐞)

Nirvana

Metallica

Guns N Roses

Arctic Monkeys

One Direction

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rainbowwing251 · 1 year

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ty for answering my ask hehehe... was reading through ur tags and to answer the question of if mio would have to strategize in advance or not, i think noah's the kind of lee who just kinda crumbles and curls up when he's tickled so mio can just hold him and go to town bc he doesn't rly fight back that much. plus i like to believe mio is stronger than him bc did you SEE her send that moebius flying in that one cutscene with her bare fists? insane. -tickleraptorss

HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THAT SCENE.

She literally Falcon Punch’d that Moebius across the field into a rock, how did I forget that?!

Yeah, she probably doesn’t need to be strategic when it comes to tickling Noah because A) she’s naturally stronger than him, and B) like you said, he essentially crumbles into dust if someone were to give him a single poke, and he doesn’t even try to fight back!

The only reason why she’d want to strategize her tickle attacks is to jazz herself up I guess? To make herself even more merciless than she normally is?

But that’s not necessary either because even if he knows it’s coming, Noah will die the moment she touches him. She does it anyway because it’s fun to see him get reduced to a puddle of squeals and giggles by her own hands.

#tickling #The colorful words of the color grey #Xenoblade chrontickles #Xenoblade chrontickles 3 #Lee!Noah #Ler!Mio #Mio can either commit murder or commit murder in style #Either way Noah’s not going to be able to stand up for a while because he’s too busy trying to catch his breath #And keep himself from bursting into giggles #He better hope that she’s not ready for round two!

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lovelydiamond-cake · 2 years

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The headcanons were adorable!! More Ler roguefort pretty pleeeeeease

Of course!!! And thank you!

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♤Ler!Roguefort headcanons♤

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Mischievous little bitch

Will tease their lee to no end

"Oh? You weren't laughing this hard when I tickled you over there! *dramatic Gasp* Could it be? Your [insert area] is sensitive?"

"So so sensitive! I wonder where I'll tickle next? Your sensitive hips or sensitive sides.. Oh I know! What about both!"

"H, I, J, K, L.. your left ribs go all the way to 'L' in the alphabet!... wait a second.. Wait no that can't be right.. Oh! Silly me!! I meant to count these delicious ribs! Not alphabetize them! Oh.. but it's already taken me so long to alphabetize them... Oh well! Let's start again! Lets see here.."

While tickling their Lee, they will make it known to them that they won't be stopping for a while

Likes to both make fun of their Lee's laugh (in a playful way) and laughing with them

Anything to fluster their lee

Their like a sneaky little fox

It's a must for them to sneak up behind their lee for the best experience

They see their lee all comfortable and vulnerable, doing whatever it is their doing

And all their thinking is

"How dare I let [insert favorite Lee here] sit there all alone when I could be giving them my utmost attention!"

Sneaks up on their lees all the time

Even if their lee catches them, their fast fingers will be able to get the lee laughing before they get the chance to run away or defend themselves

Has pounced on their lees multiple times

Spidering, digging, light touches, you name it- they will do it

Their to fast for the lee to stop all ten fingers sooo

Have fun :)

They love sending their lee on edge

When tickling their lee, they love to tease their weak spots

Either light tickles or tickling around the area just to get their lee all riled up

Then, just when their lee thinks their about to strike..

They stop and say something like "it looks like you need to take a breath, hm?"

But just when their lee is about to take a nice long well deserved breathe, Roguefort instantly goes for their death spot to have them shrieking

Loves doing that it's their best tactic

Their best lees are Eclair and Earl Grey and Almond

Roguefort loves to hear Eclair's shrieking laugh and loves to see Earl Grey's serious and usually focused self, turn into a pile of uncontrollable giggles

If the lee is comfortable with it, they give tickly kisses (both romantic and platonic)

Also loves to see their lee squrim sooo not much restraints

Even if their lee doesn't squrim, they'll find a way

Really likes tickling others for their laugh and the pure fun of it

Always knows when their lee has had to much, and knows exactly when to stop

Rubs Lee's body to help seize any leftover tickles

Teases them again even after all the tickling

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We all need a little Ler Roguefort

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#cookie run #roguefort cookie #Ler!Roguefort #cr tickles #cr headcanons #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #tickle #ler #eclair cookie #earl grey cookie #almond cookie #i headcanon Roguefort Earl Grey and Eclair as siblings if yall havent noticed

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ticklemet1mbers · 2 years

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Okay I’ve been inactive on this acc for a while BUT guess who’s in a ler mood? So send me asks with questions and I’ll answer with Sanders Sides headcanons! (Ex: “what’s each of the side’s favorite spots?”)

#KFUSVGKSURGKURVSGKU PLEASE #okay but if I get no asks I’m gonna be pissed #grey’s in a ler mood lmfao

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geniousbh · 29 days

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⸻ ❝ 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐 ❞

felipe otaño ₓ f.reader

wc: 6,8k

prompt: você começa a perceber coincidências muito estranhas entre 3 assassinatos e o barista bonitinho da cafeteria que você frequenta

TW.: SMUT, DUBCON, violência gráfica, manipulação, perseguição, gaslighting, menção à s.h (abuso), menção à suicídio, menção à vômito, menção à catolicismo, consumo de álcool, stockholm syndrome?👀 if u squint, sexo oral, rimming (muito ligeiro), nipple play, worship, p in v, SIZE KINK, MANHANDLING, BULGE KINK, sexo desprotegido (não façam), creampie, love bombing. tudo nessa história é TÓXICO, a reader ainda tá passando por TEPT e tem ataques de pânico (mas eu n dei nome aos bois, só escrevi os sintomas dentro do contexto). o felipe é um sociopata e stalker, se você é sensível com qualquer um desses tópicos NÃO LEIA. mdni

obs.: optei por deixar os avisos antes porque mais do que nunca preciso que vocês estejam informadas sobre o que vão ler, amigas🤒👍 não é e nunca será de forma alguma minha intenção denegrir a imagem do pipe, é uma história original que usa pouquíssimos traços da personalidade que ele demonstra! eu ouvi let the world burn do chris grey e animals do maroon 5 enquanto escrevia! revisei muitas vezes, mas por estar enorme provavelmente ainda tem erros, então me perdoem! no mais, espero do fundo do meu coração que vocês gostem 💐🎀🎁😚❣️boa leiturinhaaaa!

o primeiro assassinato havia sido televisionado, mas sem grande impacto. o rapaz era incapaz de ser identificado devido aos vários ferimentos no rosto - que o deixaram deformado para as fotografias da perícia - mas, para você, não restava dúvidas de quem era. a pulseira fina no braço esquerdo e a tatuagem na mesma região. cristian tinha sido quem te atraíra naquela noite depois da festa, com uma boa aparência e boa lábia, se aproveitando do seu estado embriagado, e te levando de carro para um galpão abandonado afastado de qualquer bairro residencial.

o terceiro e último tinha sido considerado o mais brutal. o vídeo se espalhara numa velocidade absurda, saindo do fórum onde havia sido publicado por uma conta anônima e indo para as grandes plataformas. os quatro minutos de gravação contavam com o garoto lendo uma carta onde ele se desculpava. se desculpava por todos os crimes e pela índole horrível qual ele tinha, se desculpava com os pais que não mereciam a vergonha de ter um filho como tal, e por fim, se enforcava com uma corrente presa no apoio de cortina no alto da parede. wilson fora o rapaz quem filmara enquanto os outros dois te violavam, os insultos que ele te direcionava no ato eram podres e por várias noites ecoaram em sua cabeça te impedindo de dormir.

o segundo assassinato tinha sido maior em proporções, diferente do primeiro, não seguindo qualquer padrão para a infelicidade dos policiais responsáveis pela investigação. o corpo esquartejado tinha sido espalhado aos arredores de um colégio público da pequena província onde você morava. o cheiro fétido e o horror que os jovens passaram quando o cadáver, ou os pedaços cadavéricos, melhor dizendo, foram encontrados deixou os moradores e pais revoltados. este, por conseguinte, teve o nome revelado em rede nacional. depois que cristian te conduziu forçosamente para o galpão quem te "recepcionou" fora henri. ainda conseguia sentir o toque bruto dele enquanto o rapaz rasgava suas roupas e te forçava contra o colchão antes de te prender com cordas - essas quais a fibra tinha deixado sua pele em carne viva -, restringindo seus movimentos de maneira que ele conseguisse fazer o que quisesse, mesmo com você lutando.

porém, a cidade era pequena, então as notícias corriam como o vento, tornando sua busca exaustiva e praticamente impossível.

faziam cinco meses, e apesar da sua terapeuta não recomendar que você ficasse indo atrás e procurando mais materiais sobre os casos, revivendo o trauma, era intrigante demais e você não se enquadrava no grupo de pessoas que acreditava em coincidências. todas as evidências te levavam a apostar que as mortes tinham sido cometidas por uma mesma pessoa, e uma que era próxima o suficiente para saber o que você havia passado na mão dos três indivíduos naquela madrugada infernal.

no primeiro assassinato haviam achado algumas pegadas masculinas, de tamanho 42-43 aproximadamente; um homem alto. já no segundo, o relatório emitido pela delegacia contava com uma descrição detalhada dos restos mortais que haviam sido cortados com uma precisão assustadora. "exigiria uma força muscular nos braços e no tronco todo realizar um desmembramento limpo, além de certo conhecimento anatômico". já no terceiro, o ip rastreado não dava em lugar algum, como se o aparelho de onde tivesse sido enviado não existisse mais - e muito provavelmente havia sido destruído mesmo. o fórum em si fora criado uma semana antes e o mais incomum era que o url da página havia sido modificado para "ni-una-sola-línea-que-no-cruzaría-por-ti".

o que te fez começar a ter aulas de espanhol com uma professora particular; uma senhorinha muito simpática que, apesar de dizer ter dois filhos, morava com seu gato frajola apenas. as aulas eram todas as quartas, você ia e voltava a pé ouvindo música nos fones.

muitas coisas haviam mudado desde o episódio, evitava algumas ruas, não ia mais ao cinema e por muito tempo ficara sem visitar a cafeteria que sempre frequentava aos sábados. não conseguia dizer se era por ter vergonha - já que aquelas pessoas provavelmente tinham ouvido sobre -, ou se porque tentava urgentemente se esquecer da rotina que tinha antes, já que não se sentia mais como sua antiga persona. a violência fora tão grande e tão injusta, quem poderia te culpar?

quando passou pela porta, ouviu o sininho soar nostalgicamente. uma das atendentes se virava e sorria cumprimentando "seja bem vinda". ah sim, se recordava numa onda melancólica do cheiro do café - que eles mesmos moíam já que o estabelecimento tinha uma tradição de vários anos -, do jazz suave e bem baixinho que preenchia os ambientes da locação, e de como o ar condicionado era sempre agradável, nem frio e nem calor, só aconchegante.

se sentava numa das mesas próximas à parede, ainda não se sentindo pronta para se sentar no mezanino ou perto das janelas como tinha costume. e antes que terminasse de folhear o cardápio um rapaz alto se aproximava para tomar seu pedido. você se lembrava dele também, mas quando seus olhos se encontravam, uma estranheza grande mexia com seu âmago te fazendo retesar na cadeira.

— não te vi mais aqui. — ele comentou com um sorriso singelo te fazendo notar que apertava os próprios dedos nas páginas do papel firme do menu, parando em seguida. — pensei que tinha se mudado.

felipe gonzalez otaño era neto do primeiro dono da cafeteria el dulce camino, um rapaz que beirava a mesma idade que você, alto, de ombros largos e olhos que te remetiam a imensidão do oceano - mesmo tendo ido à praia uma vez só quando ainda era pequena. olhos que ao te reconhecerem ali haviam se iluminado ainda mais. mas, diferente de quando você era cliente assídua, agora ele tinha uma cicatriz numa das mãos e outra no rosto - e a julgar pela coloração ainda rosada, deviam ser recentes.

— não... — você retribuía o sorriso pequeno e então recolhia as mãos para o colo, ainda sentindo-se desassossegada. — se eu tivesse me mudado, acho difícil que você não ficasse sabendo... — desconversou, tentando brincar.

— entonces encontraste un café mejor? — ouviu a resposta e o fitou dali debaixo. apesar do tom provocativo, felipe, ou "pipe" como o chamavam lá, não parecia brincar quando perguntava.

— não. isso nunca. — soprou sem jeito antes de colocar uma mecha do cabelo atrás da orelha. — e você, como se machucou? — arriscou.

— acidente. — ele respondia rápido, quase ensaiado. — posso anotar o de sempre?

— nossa, você ainda lembra? — indagou divertida.

café com leite gelado, sem açúcar e uma fatia de bolo de cenoura com cobertura, era o seu favorito, o que você pedia sempre, e exatamente o que felipe te respondera. o lisonjeio não perdurava mais graças ao sentimento ruim que agora comia suas entranhas te fazendo sentir as palmas e a nuca suarem frio. ainda assim, havia sido capaz de finalizar a bebida, pedindo que embalassem o bolo para a viagem.

"acho que você pode estar um pouco impressionada com o sentimento de voltar a fazer algo da sua antiga rotina. e estou muito orgulhosa de ter conseguido! vamos conversar mais sobre isso na sessão desta semana. abraço!"

o caminho para seu apartamento tinha sido completamente dissociado, num piscar de olhos você estava na sala de casa, se sentando no sofá com o corpo pesado e uma sensação de incompletude que te fez mandar uma mensagem para sua psicóloga. não seria a primeira vez que a chamaria num final de semana, e pelo valor mensal que seus pais desembolsavam era mais do que justo que ela te respondesse.

não era o suficiente pra você. passou o jantar todo beliscando a comida que sua mãe preparara e na missa do dia seguinte era incapaz de acompanhar as músicas tocadas. estudar para o pequeno seminário que teria na faculdade segunda-feira então?... fora de cogitação.

seu domingo acabava com você enfurnada no quarto revirando a caixa onde guardava as matérias impressas, os jornais com notícias e fotos dos assassinatos, apurações públicas do corpo policial local e boletins que a imprensa nacional tinha feito. relia tudo e bufava frustrada quando seu alarme para acordar tocava, te tirando do frenesi e avisando que havia passado a noite em claro, sem qualquer resolução.

na faculdade, suas olheiras espantavam todas as amigas que perguntavam com preocupação o motivo. não tinha porquê mentir, todas eram bem próximas desde o primeiro semestre e haviam sido peça chave para sua recuperação.

— como é mesmo o nome do barista? — julie questionava antes de puxar o celular depois de te ouvir contar suas percepções.

— aqui! eu sabia que não me era estranho! — a garota dizia de súbito e virava a tela do aparelho para compartilhar. — ele se matriculou aqui na facul faz um mês mais ou menos... depois do meio do ano.

— felipe. felipe otaño. — respondeu desanimada, se esforçando para copiar as anotações de marcela em seu caderno já que o sono tinha sido tanto nas primeiras aulas que tirar um cochilo havia sido inevitável.

você esbugalhava os olhos e segurava o pulso da amiga, confirmando ao ler o nome na lista pdf que ela mostrava. estava matriculado em fisioterapia, no período noturno... então como nunca tinham o visto? ou sequer topado com ele?

— mas não é tão estranho assim, 'miga... pensa, a cidade de vocês é um sopro e aqui é a universidade mais próxima. — mar tocava seu ombro fazendo um afago cuidadoso. — pode ser só uma má impressão.

— sabe o que eu acho? que você precisa se distrair mais dessas coisas. — foi a vez de rebecca, que estava quietinha até então, falar. — vamos com a gente numa festinha do curso, por favooor... a gente não bebe, ficamos juntinhas... — a ruiva sugeria e esticava as mãos para segurar as suas. — eu sinto sua falta! todas nós sentimos! vai ser bom se divertir! — e todas te olhavam com carinhas pidonas, te deixando numa saia justa.

"vou pensar", foi o que disse com uma expressão sem graça não querendo magoá-las. mas, era bem verdade. você sentia saudades tanto quanto elas e no fim, todas aquelas coisas podiam ser só acasos do destino. não poderia deixar que o resto de sua vida fosse consumido pelos fantasmas de sua ferida emocional. por isso, mais tarde naquela semana conversou com as colegas e combinou que iriam na próxima comemoração da atlética ou qualquer coisa assim, que fosse num lugar mais fechado e limitado só para os estudantes.

na quarta decidia ir até a biblioteca que ficava no subterrâneo da faculdade, ocupando quase o andar todo, com uma infinitude de armários e estantes com os mais diversos gêneros de livros, desde manuais de administração e coletâneas de herpetologia até romances e fantasias - tudo o que você precisasse eles tinham, e se não tivessem, mandavam encomendar se o aluno levasse uma solicitação por escrito.

lá também tinham salas de estudos, individuais e grupais além de algumas mesas de madeira espalhadas onde vez ou outra alguém se sentava para ler.

era assim que via a silhueta conhecida, mas tão rapidamente e tão de relance enquanto olhava por entre as brechinhas da prateleira de romances policiais que por alguns segundos duvidava que estava só sonhando acordada.

continuando em sua busca, sequer notava a pequena escadinha no caminho, onde alguns exemplares estavam colocados no primeiro degrau - provavelmente esperando que o bibliotecário viesse devolvê-los às suas respectivas seções -, se atrapalhando toda quando se esbarrava e tropeçava fazendo o móvel tombar e os livros em cima se espalharem no chão com um barulho seco.

— merda... — sussurrava nervosamente, se agachando rápido e vendo se nada tinha estragado, seria o fim se algum dos de capa dura tivesse avariado.

— quer ajuda? — a voz te fez congelar.

seu corpo pequeno diante da figura se petrificava. assistindo o otaño aparecer no corredor e se juntar a ti, apanhando todos os livros com as mãos grandes que alcançavam dois de uma só vez, os empilhando entre ambos. este te encarava com uma expressão que passava de neutra para confusa reparando no seu estado catatônico. sibilava algo, mas você não ouvia, apenas olhando para os lábios carnudos mexendo e no cenho dele franzindo.

— hola?! — o moreno estalava os dedos em frente ao seu rosto. — chamando para a terra? — ele soprava um riso. — 'cê me ouviu antes? se machucou com o tropeção?

negou devagar e apertou os lábios quando ele colocava os livros no colo e arrumava a escada antes de te estender a mão oferecendo ajuda para que ficasse de pé. nunca tinha reparado em como ele era alto. obviamente sabia, mas sempre que estavam próximos era no café com você sentada então nunca tendo a real noção da diferença acentuada.

o sentimento de ansiedade voltava com tudo na boca do seu estômago - borbulhando a bile -, te fazendo ignorar grande parte das coisas que ele dizia.

— você tem certeza que tá bem? — o maior insistia. — se precisar que eu ligue pra alguém... algum familiar ou amigo que você confie? — e então alcançava o próprio bolso da calça tirando de lá um celular antigo, estilo flip.

— seu celular... — falava baixo e pausada, pega de surpresa por não ver um daqueles há quase quinze anos.

— ah, é. o meu antigo quebrou, então tô usando essa relíquia aqui. — ele mostrava mais de perto, te deixando abrir e ver a telinha pequena se acendendo numa cor alaranjada. — es practico, fora que a bateria dura dias.

ergueu os olhos até estarem se entreolhando e viu pipe parar de balbuciar e dar um suspiro afável.

— acho que tô falando muito, né? — ele coçava a nuca e olhava em volta como quem quer te dar espaço para pensar no que responder.

— por quê escolheu fazer faculdade aqui? — perguntou depois de um tempinho ainda processando.

— e por quê tão de repente? — continuou.

— hm... — ele voltava a focar e então dava de ombros. — não sei, acho que é cômodo pra mim. é perto de casa... perto de quem eu conheço. e o curso que eu faço tem uma nota boa também. creo que eso es todo. — mas ao fim da explicação os olhos azuis pousavam em ti, te medindo com aquele brilho que lhe despertava uma necessidade intensa de fugir.

— você ia preferir que eu dissesse algo poético? do tipo, finalmente decidi seguir meus sonhos? — ele ralhava e passava os dedos por entre os fios compridinhos. — no soy tan interesante, nena... — concluía. — mas acho que posso dizer que meu propósito tá aqui.

antes que pudessem continuar com a conversa - que mais parecia um interrogatório -, seu celular tocava. seu pai falava sobre conseguir ir te buscar daquela vez, e você não sabia se agradecia ou se o amaldiçoava. apesar de tudo, queria perguntar mais coisas ao latino. precisava acabar com as dúvidas.

"meu propósito tá aqui", não era um jeito incomum de parafrasear que ele gostaria de se formar como fisioterapeuta? ou talvez fosse uma divergência de línguas... uma falha sua, na sua interpretação.

sua obsessão estava tão latente que a terapeuta tinha achado melhor aumentar as sessões para duas vezes na semana. enquanto isso, quanto mais tentava ignorar, mais vezes se encontrava com felipe, fosse na biblioteca ou no pátio da instituição, ou ainda indo numa farmácia ou fazendo compras na tendinha de frutas e vegetais do seu bairro - ele sempre te tratando cordialmente, sem ultrapassar os limites de uma conversa pequena.

quanto mais percebia, mais o enxergava, chegando a sonhar vividamente que havia recebido uma ligação cujo o timbre do outro lado da linha era idêntico ao dele. mas, seria improvável já que nunca tinham trocado números de telefone.

o ápice era quando visitava a casa de uma tia por parte de mãe. recordando algumas fotos da infância, encontrava uma imagem curiosa de sua turminha de pré-escola. você estava na frente, trajando o uniforme de conjunto e um penteado alto com marias-chiquinhas, sentada com as pernas cruzadas, junto das outras garotas, enquanto na fileira de traz os meninos eram ordenados de forma crescente. o do canto direito lhe chamando a atenção. era igual... o nariz, a cor dos olhos e visivelmente mais troncudo que os outros.

não... você devia estar enlouquecendo. seu fim, mofando em algum hospital psiquiátrico, parecia cada vez mais perto de se realizar.

— e aí, gatinhas melindrosas. — rebecca soltava já chegando na mesa durante o intervalo. você reagia sem levantar a cabeça do caderno, apenas dando um jóinha. — caraca, que clima de enterro. não sei se vai mudar algo, masss... confirmei os nossos nomes num rolêzinho. eles vão fechar um barzinho e tudo, a gente tem desconto.

— nossa, que chique. vamos, não vamos? — marcela indagou, e mesmo sendo no plural, dava para saber que era direcionado a você - depois de passar meses furando com elas ou só não respondendo, você não se incomodava mais.

— honestamente... qualquer coisa que me faça esquecer de pensar um pouco. — disse vencida e riu com a comemoração geral da mesinha.

— meu deus, o que é isso? vai chover!!! — julie se debruçava sobre seu corpo e deixava um selar no topo da sua cabeça.

— não esqueçam de mandar o lookinho no grupo. não quero ser a única que vai desarrumada. — rebecca pontuou contribuindo para o clima de risadas.

ficar planejando a saída realmente tinha te tirado do foco. depois da aula de espanhol com a sra. perez tinha feito questão de passar num dos pontos comerciais para ver algumas lojas de roupa. tinha poucos vestidos e estava querendo um novo, e por quê não aproveitar-se da ocasião para gastar suas economias? como era um barzinho não teria problema se usasse algo mais solto... mas como era de noite ficava presa nas cores neutras já que dispensava os brilhos.

assim, quando o dia chegava tudo o que precisava era separar sua roupa e torcer para que não tivesse nenhuma crise de ansiedade e desmarcasse em cima da hora.

foi então que, parecendo ler sua mente, uma das atendentes te mostrava um vestido curtinho com manguinhas românticas e um tecido de viscose, super leve, num branco perolado. você poderia vestir com uma sapatilha e acessórios que já possuía, então não teve dúvidas ao escolher e mandar uma foto no provador para o chat "girlies", recebendo diversos elogios e até mesmo algumas figurinhas engraçadas de becca.

não, definitivamente iria até o fim, seria uma mulher de páginas viradas! deixaria este capítulo assombroso para trás e resgataria um pouco da alegria e delicadeza da sua personalidade.

o táxi te deixava na porta do bar que parecia animado. alguns canhões de luz atravessavam o ar e o céu escuro com os fachos abertos, e a fila se formava sobre um tapete roxo aveludado. checavam nomes e identidades com o segurança e estavam dentro.

a iluminação negra fazia seu vestido se destacar um bocado enquanto procuravam uma mesa para ficarem. e, mesmo que a ideia principal fosse não beber e só aproveitar o seu "comeback" à vida universitária, pediu que nenhuma delas se segurasse por você, que estava se sentindo bem e que se algo incomodasse pediria outro táxi pra casa.

e era desse jeito que em duas horas, marcela se encontrava se engraçando com o barman - muitos anos mais velho -, julie dançava com outras duas colegas na pista de dança improvisada e rebecca flertava com uma mulher numa das mesas perto dos fundos - fingindo não ver a aliança grossa na mão direita da outra.

você bebericava uma batidinha, aproveitando a música que era uma mistura de anos 2000 com as mais atuais. a bebida estava fraca o suficiente pra que ainda conseguisse sentir o gosto do suco de morango. tudo corria numa boa.

mas, por algum motivo se sentia observada. a agonia da sensação te levava a descascar o esmalte de um dos polegares enquanto olhava para os lados apreensiva. o que só fez sentido quando um rapaz se aproximou todo simpático para conversar, te tirando da espiral que se iniciava...

— acho que nunca te encontrei, que curso você faz? juro, você é a coisinha mais linda que eu já vi, queria muito te pagar uma bebida. — não era muito alto e parecia desinibido apoiando o cotovelo na mesinha, brincando com a manga do seu vestido enquanto disfarçava o fato de te comer com os olhos.

não se importou, não era tão invasivo, embora não sentisse qualquer atração de volta. apenas aceitava conversar e a bebida - qual você se certificava de que passaria da garçonete para ti, sem ficar na mão de mais ninguém.

o tal santi era bem humorado, te tirava alguns risinhos, mesmo que não escondesse as intenções; mas odiaria tomar uma carinha bonita por tudo que uma pessoa pode ser.

subitamente o clima pesava.

"você é burra ou o quê?"

sentia um arrepio percorrer sua espinha e não mais conseguia olhar nos olhos do garoto que tagarelava sobre algum interesse particular. seu celular vibrava emitindo um "beep-beep" de sms e você pedia licença para ver o que era.

"por quê veio?"

"uma vez não foi o suficiente?"

engolia seco e olhava os arredores mais uma vez, atenta. algo pinçava sua testa lendo as letras miúdas no visor, uma dor de cabeça instantânea acompanhada de uma náusea tonteante causada pelos órgãos internos revirando.

— qual foi, gatinha, tá com algum problema? quer ir pra um lugar mais calmo? — santiago fazia menção de te tocar o queixo e você o estapeava para longe.

— não. — respondia seca e se levantava no ímpeto, deixando-o para trás e procurando um banheiro próximo.

"vai embora"

se prostrava e jogava a água gelada no rosto com abundância sem se importar se a maquiagem borraria em algum canto. não podia estar acontecendo uma merda daquela, justo naquela noite. a porra do celular não parava mais de apitar e tremelicar na sua bolsa te deixando frustrada e com vontade de descartá-lo na primeira lixeira que visse.

"você não consegue se proteger sozinha"

"esse cara não conseguiria te proteger se precisasse."

se agachou no chão largando o smartphone na pia fazendo com que toda a superfície de granito vibrasse a cada nova notificação. quis chorar, engolindo o nó que se formava na garganta e sentindo o corpo pulsar, ora com força ora fraquejando as pernas que se sustentavam vacilantes.

saindo do cubículo, o loiro te perseguia, querendo saber se estava tudo bem, te acompanhando até o lado de fora.

chegavam na calçada e você se virava com a expressão espantada, completamente diferente de meia hora atrás, forçando um sorriso torto a ele.

— escuta, não precisa mesmo. eu me lembrei de algo que tenho que fazer e vou embora...

— impossível, 'cê tava de boa até agora e do nada isso? poxa, se não quisesse nada comigo pelo menos avisasse antes de eu te pagar um drink. — ele cruzava os braços, claramente incomodado e com o ego ferido. — não quer nem ir pra outro lugar? eu moro umas três quadras daqui, sei lá.

— não, você não entende... — ria de nervoso — eu preciso ir de verdade. — abria o aplicativo de corridas e se esforçava muito para conseguir digitar o endereço com os dedos tremendo.

— a gente pode conversar e tomar um vinho lá... — ele se aproximava de novo, envolvendo seus ombros por trás e tentando afastar seu cabelo que caía teimosamente sobre suas bochechas.

seus pés se arrastavam, inábeis de acompanhar o ritmo das passadas longas que as pernas do argentino davam.

contudo, antes que você pudesse se esquivar o corpo de outrem era agarrado e arremessado para longe caindo perto de alguns arbustos. seus olhos arregalavam notando a figura grande tomar seu campo de visão e segurar firme um de seus pulsos. "ela disse que não quer, não ouviu, puto?", felipe cuspia ríspido e no segundo seguinte te puxava com ele.

te colocava dentro de um carro e dava a volta para entrar no banco do motorista, se virando para lhe passar o cinto antes de dar partida e segurar o volante. seu corpo ficava completamente estacado, sua mente freezada, mesmo que todos os seus poros se dilatassem e seus bronquíolos abrissem para puxar mais fôlego, te indicando que você deveria fugir.

então porquê não conseguia? olhando para a frente e não enxergando nada, não memorizando nenhum caminho que ele fazia, não pegando nenhuma referência para saber como voltar...

ele, por sua vez também não falava, se atentava ao trânsito e vez ou outra te observava com o canto dos olhos. o brilho azul sendo o único ponto de destaque no interior lúgubre do veículo. estacionava em frente a um conjunto de apartamentos e descia, indo te buscar. o cavalheirismo era tão boçal e estúpido com a maneira que ele te manejava sem poupar força que qualquer um teria reações adversas assistindo.

quando sua voz finalmente saía, já era tarde, o otaño te passava para dentro da quitinete alugada, trancando a porta atrás dele. o ambiente estava um breu, nem mesmo a luz dos postes que entrava por entre as frestas da persiana conseguiam te nortear.

— as m-mensagens... foi você, não foi?

— e quem mais seria? — ele perguntava olhando para baixo antes de te fitar. a áurea do maior ainda mais robusta que ele mesmo, te fazendo cambalear para trás quando este avançava um passo na sua direção. — quem é que estaria lá pra te proteger se não fosse eu, chiquita?

— eu não preciso... da sua ajuda. — soprava hesitante tateando o sofá que batia contra suas costas e negava com a cabeça.

— como? — pipe soprava nasalado, achando graça. — você ia preferir sofrer tudo aquilo de novo? que eles ainda estivessem andando por aí... escolhendo a próxima vítima? — estreitava os olhos.

— como assim?

e rapidamente ele batia o dedo nos interruptores do cômodo, acendendo as lâmpadas claras que te queimavam a vista nos primeiros segundos. quando se adaptava, a primeira coisa que notava - e seria impossível de não fazê-lo - era uma parede grande, com um quadro de madeira processada, várias fotos pregadas com alfinetes coloridos, papéis e linhas tracejadas conectando uma coisa na outra. os retratos de cristian, henri e wilson com um x marcado em cima de cada.

— tudo que eu fiz por você... pra você dizer que não precisa de mim? — felipe sussurrava aproveitando-se do seu espanto, te encarando de cima quando se aproximava pelas suas costas. o remorso palpável fazendo as sobrancelhas dele caírem, mas a raiva alternando erraticamente o semblante de uma emoção para outra.

— o quê...? — suas pupilas dobravam em tamanho, o coração parecia parar quando as coisas se encaixavam para fazer sentido.

— olha o que você me fez fazer... — felipe segurava seu dedo indicador com cuidado e firmeza te guiando pelo mural. — eles estavam te observando fazia tempo... te caçando... pobrecita... — a tristeza na voz era real, parecia tão frágil. — não podia ficar assim. então... tudo o que tornava atraente, eu arranquei... — ele te fazia contornar o rosto do primeiro menino marcado - todas as informações, horários, todo o planejamento escrito na mesma caligrafia com que seu pedido na cafeteria era anotado -, antes de arrastar seu dígito para o segundo. — quebrei e despedacei... — os sussurros eram praticamente rosnados e você podia sentir uma lágrima quente cair sobre seu ombro desnudo. — fiz com que se odiassem... — ele pressionava sua digital contra o último. — pra que você pudesse ter paz e ficasse segura, mi amor... — te segurava os ombros e virava seu corpo franzino, colando suas testas. — tudo por você... qualquer coisa por você...

sobressaltou, desequilibrando para trás, mas ele já estava te bloqueando.

quando o bolo de restos chegava em seu esôfago sem aviso prévio tudo o que podia fazer era empurrar o outro e despejar o líquido no chão de tacos, começando a chorar; aterrorizada.

— você... matou... matou três pessoas! — soluçava lutando contra a ânsia que continuava. — desconfigurou, esquartejou, e assombrou... você... o q-uê é vo-cê?! — perguntava entre soluços.

— ssshhh... você tá assustada. mas, não precisa. tá segura agora. — os braços grandes te puxavam para um abraço sem se importar com suas roupas sujas e com sua boca babada de vômito.

— não!! não..! — se debatia e erguia uma das mãos tentando manter distância dele. — você é um assassino!

desde a primeira vez que tinha o visto na cafeteria, o rosto de felipe era o mesmo. não era uma pessoa que demonstrava emoções que não fossem agradáveis, sempre estava com os olhos calmos, apaziguados e a boca nunca se retorcia.

era lindo, tão lindo que a maioria das mulheres se sentia intimidada quando ele as atendia - você gostava de observar então tinha notado tudo isso. entretanto, o homem que estava à sua frente agora era algo completamente diferente. as veias saltadas na testa e no pescoço contrastavam tanto com o que ele dizia, como se fosse um animal violento condicionado a se comportar. e ele não havia gostado nada de escutar a acusação... não porque ele se recusava a ver a verdade, e sim porque você deveria ser grata. afinal, tinha dado muito trabalho.

— eu sou tudo o que você precisa. — retrucou indiferente e sóbrio enfim, as lágrimas que outrora caíam, completamente secas.

— você nem me conhece! é um maluco! meu deus, meu d-deus do céu...!! — gritava. uma das mãos agarrando o tecido do vestido na altura do abdômen que ardia de tanto se contrair, curvando o corpo e respirando com dificuldade.

sua cabeça girava, o instinto de correr para uma das janelas e tentar abrir te consumia e você fazia, sem sucesso porém, correndo e ultrapassando-o, indo até a porta da entrada, esmurrando e virando a maçaneta sem parar enquanto se desesperava gritando para que alguém viesse ajudar.

— eu sei tudo sobre você. — a calma com que a frase saía era delirante. — desde os seus quatro anos de idade. sei todas as suas vontades, gostos, sonhos. todas as suas amizades, cada idiota com quem você quis se envolver. todas as suas redes sociais, seus históricos de notas, todas as fotos, mesmo aquelas que você só aparece um pouco. as comidas que gosta, as que desgosta. sua catequese, crisma, as aulas de espanhol que você vêm tendo porque... querendo ou não — e então ele sorria soberbo e orgulhoso. — você gostou do que leu, não gostou, nenita? não existe una sola línea que no cruzaria por tí...

— ay, me duele asi... mas, não adianta, amor... todo mundo sabe que eu fui feito pra você e você foi feita pra mim... ninguém vai atrapalhar a gente. — ele soprava condescendente, caminhando até você e te pegando no colo, jogando seu peso sobre o ombro e recebendo de bom grado os golpes que você desferia enquanto tentava escapar. sua força sendo a mesma que a de uma criancinha.

ao entrar no quarto, separado por uma divisória, você parava mais uma vez - pensando que o cenário não podia piorar... - de repente... sua face estampava quase tudo a sua volta.

fotos e mais fotos coladas nas paredes e no teto, algumas que você sabia da existência e outras que nem sonhava - de longe, pixealizadas devido ao zoom. num quadro emoldurado sobre a cômoda estava um cachecol que você há muito tinha perdido no colégio e nunca conseguido recuperar porque nunca fora parar nos achados e perdidos.

ele te colocava na cama, sentada, assistindo seu rosto estarrecido com a decoração e se agachava a sua frente passando as mãos por suas bochechinhas suadas e coradas do choro.

— se você pudesse só entender o quanto eu te amo... o quanto eu esperei... — segredava e você finalmente o olhava, parando de chorar lentamente, piscando morosa e prestando atenção. seu cérebrozinho atrofiando as engrenagens como mecanismo de defesa pra que você não elaborasse o que acontecia. — eu nunca vou deixar que te machuquem de novo. eu posso te fazer feliz... tão feliz que você nunca se lembraria do que aconteceu naquele galpão... mas, eu não quero ser o vilão, cariño... — trazia suas mãos juntas e beijava seus dedinhos miúdos que espasmavam.

estava tão consumida que uma parte de si finalmente se sentia plena por saber da verdade, por não precisar mais ter de fazer aquelas associações com cada nova informação que aparecia.

uma outra parte, se sentia extremamente perdida e encurralada, aos poucos aceitando que não havia acordo - e que era natural da cadeia alimentar que o mais forte vencesse.

por último, uma fração crescente queria agradecer felipe pelo o que ele tinha feito. nenhum policial, da cidade ou do estado, fora solicito em dar continuidade com as investigações, e no segundo mês toda a papelada fora arquivada e nunca mais citada, fosse sobre o abuso ou os homicídios.

por isso, quando ele repetia que ninguém mais seria suficiente pra você, que ninguém te merecia como ele, não te restava outra escolha que não fosse acreditar.

meses de incontáveis sessões terapêuticas que iam pelo ralo, te convencendo muito facilmente de que ninguém a não ser ele aceitaria uma pessoa tão quebrada e inconsequente...

deitou a cabeça na palma grande que te acariciava a maçã do rosto e descansou as pálpebras, suspirando e sentindo o corpo doer devido toda força que usara antes. e assim que sentiu os lábios grandes pousarem nos teus, rachados e trêmulos, não resistiu.

— me deixa cuidar de você... — pipe silvou contra o selar.

a mão dele deslizava para sua nuca te segurando por ali enquanto a outra livre descia para uma de suas coxas, fazendo um carinho manso, querendo que você relaxasse. ele tinha um cheiro bom, - tinha estudado minuciosamente para escolher as notas do perfume que mais te agradariam. pedia passagem com a língua sem dar importância para o gosto amargo na sua boca e aos poucos você derretia sobre os lençóis.

o corpo era pesado e estava emanando um calor reconfortante. pressionando sua estrutura pequena enquanto o ósculo se tornava mais necessitado.

te soltava os pulsos permitindo que você o tocasse os fios castanhos sedosos, emaranhando-se ali enquanto suas línguas dançavam, girando e enrolando uma na outra. quando se afastavam, um fiozinho de saliva ainda os conectava. tinha tanto tempo desde que não era tocada assim que tudo ficava mais intenso.

arfou quando os lábios rosados do maior selavam suas clavículas, beijando e lambendo todo o seu colo, e não parando, apenas descendo um pouco do decote do vestido e colocando um dos biquinhos arrebitados na boca. mascava o mamilo, chupando com força antes de abrir a boca e colocar o máximo do seio dentro para mamar, fungando manhoso.

era horrível que fosse tão bom... se sentia suja, mas queria mais, forçando a cabeça dele até o outro lado para dar a mesma atenção ao biquinho que era negligenciado.

— eres tan buena, tan mia... — ele soprava contra sua pele.

o via se colocar de joelhos e tirar a camisa que vestia expondo o tronco forte e trabalhado. o abdômen desenhado e o peitoral largo... levou a ponta do pé até lá, vendo como parecia minúscula - todas as suas partes eram - perto dele, deslizando pelos gominhos torneados antes que ele sorrisse e puxasse para cima, envolvendo alguns dedinhos com a boca para chupar e soltar estalado.

tirou seu vestido em sequência adentrando as mãos enormes por baixo e subindo até que passasse a peça por sua cabeça, jogando longe, logo mais se curvando e beijando sua barriguinha. mordiscava algumas vezes em volta do umbigo te fazendo eriçar. aos poucos a lubrificação que melava seu canal ia se acumulando e umedecendo a calcinha, te deixando afetada.

pipe te virava de bruços e puxava um travesseiro para colocar debaixo do seu quadril, só pra te ter empinada. enchia as mãos com seus glúteos e apertava, afastando as bandas e soltando; vendo a carne balançar. você era tão gostosa, tão linda, tão dele... mordia de levinho ali também antes de descer a calcinha e ver sua bucetinha estreita reluzindo. apertava as laterais fazendo os labiozinhos se espremerem mais um contra o outro e entreabria a boca antes de vergar-se e inspirar o cheiro do seu sexo, revirando os olhos e levando a mão até o próprio falo coberto para se apertar por cima da calça.

ia se condenar mentalmente por estar tão excitada já, mas não teve tempo quando felipe começava a te devorar naquela posição. ele enfiava o rosto entre as suas pernas abocanhando sua buceta e sugando despudorado. lambia animalesco arrastando o músculo quente do grelinho até a entradinha traseira onde forçava para encaixar a ponta e mexer te tirando choramingos sôfregos.

quando você estava toda babada ele se distanciava observando a obra. chutava o próprio jeans para se livrar da roupa e sentava na cama, te trazendo para o colo, com você de costas. o membro duro na cueca te espetava a lombar enquanto ele amassava seus seios e beijava seu pescoço.

— tá vendo, nena? só você me deixa assim duro... não quero mais ninguém. tem que ser você. — sussurrava arrastado na sua orelhinha antes de mordiscar o lóbulo.

descia a mão até sua rachinha e dava tapinhas sobre a púbis melecada, rindo seco atrás de ti notando como você reagia a cada ação. segurou seus quadris e te ergueu o suficiente para que pudesse retirar o membro do aperto e ajeitá-lo na sua entrada. no mesmo instante seus olhos corriam para ver o tamanho avantajado. ele era grosso e a glande estava inchada vazando pré-gozo.

— n-não vai caber. — negou subitamente apertando um dos antebraços do maior tentando se levantar, se frustrando já que com apenas um braço ele te mantinha no lugar.

— lógico que vai. você não entendeu ainda? nós fomos feitos um pro outro... — dizia antes de te deslizar para baixo fazendo o cacete penetrar até o fim.

você puxava o ar com a sensação sufocante. era grande demais, preenchia todos os cantinhos possíveis e alargava suas paredes que se esforçavam para fazê-lo acomodar. sua barriguinha estufava automaticamente e o clitóris ficava todo expostinho por conta da pele esticada enquanto felipe por muito pouco não te partia ao meio. suas perninhas inquietavam e você chorava baixinho com a ardência, pedindo que ele fosse devagar como se recitasse um mantra.

começava te guiando, apertando seu quadril para te fazer subir e descer e soltava a respiração falhadamente "muito apertada, porra...", sussurrava sozinho enquanto te fodia. queria ter um espelho para ver você de frente, mas conseguia imaginar como estava. a cada vez que colocava até o talo um som molhadinho ressoava; era a cabecinha dele beijando o colo do seu útero, te fazendo arrepiar inteira.

ele era paciente, não aumentava o ritmo, mas o seu aperto intenso estava fazendo todo o trabalho para ele, apertando toda a extensão como se quisesse expulsá-lo enquanto você mesma babava e balbuciava algo apoiada no ombro dele.

quando já estava treinadinha, o garoto te deixava subir e descer como queria, cheia de dificuldade já que era empaladinha por ele. sentia-te rebolando e ouvia as lamúrias dizendo que era demais para si.

te puxava para ficar com as costas coladinhas no peitoral e descia os dedos de novo para sua xotinha, massageando em círculos o pontinho que pulsava antes de subir um pouco a mão e pressionar o baixo ventre inchado com ele dentro; sua reação era espernear e colocar a mãozinha pequena sobre a dele.

— assim, hm? olha como você me tem bem, amor... bem fundinho, atolado em você... — a palma botava mais força e você conseguia sentir internamente os centímetros deslizando no vai e vem. — e quando eu gozar você vai ficar toda buchudinha, não vai? vai tomar a minha porra e guardar aqui, sí?

nenhum pensamento coerente se formava no seu consciente mais, nenhuma frase saía, e toda a estimulação fazia seu corpo ficar inflamadinho, cada vez mais perto de gozar.

ele não estava diferente, o membro pulsava, as veias salientes que massageavam sua cavidade nas estocadas denunciavam o quanto ele estava perto latejando de forma dolorosa naquela bucetinha tão justa sua. ficando pertinho do ápice felipe usava as duas mãos para te guiar de novo, ouvindo o plap plap das suas coxas chocando contra o colo dele e o barulhinho encharcado que a mistura da sua lubrificação com a porra dele começavam a fazer.

mas, se segurava, esperando que você arqueasse e desse um gemido alto e penurioso enquanto atingia seu orgasmo para poder se desfazer junto. o leitinho dele te lotando.

pipe arfava com a cabeça apoiada na sua enquanto a boca entreaberta buscava ar para se recuperar e as mãos te percorriam, sentindo todas as curvas e a pele morna e macia abaixo. virava seu rosto e tomava seus lábios outra vez. "te amo, te amo tanto", segredando amolecido.

e de fato amava.

amava loucamente e de uma forma que você nunca poderia compreender por completo. viraria o mundo de cabeça pra baixo por você, moveria mares e montanhas se fosse possível e não deixaria que ninguém te perturbasse, não permitiria que qualquer coisa ou pessoa ficasse no seu caminho e te faria entender que só ele poderia proporcionar aquilo tudo.

e era por isso que você devia amá-lo de volta. além do mais, você já estava ali... não era como se ele fosse te deixar escapar.

#lsdln smut #la sociedad de la nieve #felipe otaño reader #felipe otaño smut #pipe otaño reader #pipe otaño smut #pipe otaño #deus me proteja veyr

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jeonginsdiary · 3 months

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Can you do Lee! Seungmin & Ler! Chan

Chan got fed up of Seungmin calling him old. "You're half of 52 next year" or something like that I'm not sure You don't have to do it but thank you if you even see this

- Aging

- Lee! Seungmin | Ler! Chan

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“Hey Chan! You’re half fifty! Fifty two next year,” Seungmin reminded the oldest, giggling and running to hide behind Minho when their leader turned around to glare at him.

“I’m not even that old! You guys are so overdramatic.” Chan rolled his eyes, taking a quick sip of his water bottle.

He and the members were having a little break from their exhausting dance practice. But it wouldn’t be a break without an onslaught of teasing from the younger boys.

The vocalist playfully scoffed at the Australian’s words. “You are! You’re gonna go grey soon.” He stuck his tongue out at Chan, provoking the leader.

“Oh you’re so asking for it.” The older mumbled under his breath, chasing Seungmin around the studio before he was finally able to tackle him, shoving the boy face first onto the ground and sitting on his back thighs.

“N-no! Guys, help me!” Panic was evident in Seungmin’s tone as he squirmed around, glancing at his members in hopes he would be saved. His eyes landed on Jeongin who was smirking rather evilly, sending shivers down the vocalist’s spine. “Innie please stop him!” Seungmin glued his arms to his sides.

“Don’t you dare, Jeongin.” Chan warned the maknae, taking his two index fingers and tasering Seungmin’s lower sides.

“PLEHEASE!” The vocalist squealed. Twisting around on his stomach, trying to grab the older’s hands. “Get off of me!”

“No way! You’re being a little shit right now and i’m going to teach you a lesson.” Chan warned, taking the opportunity to stuff his fingers up the boy’s armpits.

“AHAHAHAHAH! HYUHUHUHUNG, NOHOHOHO!” Seungmin screamed, pressing his arms to his sides and flopping around like a fish out of water. “Stahahahap, I’m sahahahaharryy!”

Chan rolled his eyes, ripping one of the younger’s arms up and sticking his pointer finger into the hollow. “This is what you get,” He reminded the boy, keeping his arm above his head no matter how hard Seungmin tugged.

“Noooohohoho, it tihihihihickles!!”

Laughter erupted from the members. “It’s supposed to tickle, Min.” Hyunjin giggled while Seungmin thrashed around.

Finally releasing the younger’s arm, Chan went back down to squeeze at Seungmin’s sides full force. “NO! Stohohohohohahahahahaha!” The younger kicked his legs, writhing around weakly.

“What are you gonna do about it, Seungmin? You can’t stop me~” The leader teased, not budging when the vocalist grabbed onto his wrists and tried to pry him off.

The younger cackled wildly, bringing his legs up to kick Chan in the back with his socked feet. Felix and Hyunjin had jokingly pulled his shoes off while he was napping on the couch and he was seriously regretting their decision.

“Ooh~ Are you ticklish here Mr. Kim..?” The leader grabbed one of Seungmin’s ankles the next time he kicked up and began scribbling crazily over his arch and sole.

The vocalist let out a frantic scream, trying to twist around and pull those wiggling fingers off of his feet but finding his arms too short to do so. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I REHEHEHEHEALLY CAN’T TAKE IT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!” He begged squealing when the oldest shifted his body so he was seated on Seungmin’s ankles. Carefully, he peeled the boy’s socks off, ignoring the pleas and whines escaping the younger’s lips.

“Please don’t do this! Hyung please!” The Australian simply ignored him, continuing to remove the second sock before dramatically flinging them across the room. “Pleasepleaseplease! I’m super ticklish there! I’ll do anything!!” The vocalist tried bargaining, his attempts ultimately shut down when Chan vigorously dug into the area right beneath his toes. “AGHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I SAID PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin clenched his toes as much as he could but nothing would stop that horribly ticklish feeling on his bare feet.

“Will you really do anything?” Chan asked the younger, his words barely audible over the boy’s hysterical laughter.

Seungmin nodded violently. “YEHEHEHEHEHES ANYTHING I SWEHEHEHEHEHEAR ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHA!!” The vocalist was grateful when the leader lifted his hands.

The Australian moved back onto the younger’s hips. “Then let me tickle your bellybutton without you bringing your arms down.” He deadpanned.

Seungmin’s eyes widened in panic. “W-what? N-no! That’s even worse!”

Chan smiled. “Or we could just have another member pin your arms…” He glanced at the other boys who were all invested in their own things, unfazed by the daily tickle attack. Well.., most of them were just glad it wasn’t their turn.

The vocalist couldn’t help but whine. “No~ Please not another member!” He groaned when Chan once again insisted he keep his arms up.

“I promise I won’t move my finger.” The older said, knowing Seungmin didn’t stand a single chance if there was anything wiggling in his navel. It was that sensitive.

Reluctantly, the boy slowly raised his arms, complaining the whole way. “This is stupid! All because I called you old!?” He got a warning poke to his bellybutton for that, making his arms shoot down instinctively, and having to force them up all over again under Chan’s instruction.

When the younger’s arms were finally out of the way, the leader got to work.

“Aw~ There’s no way this small button can get you screaming and crying in less than a second.” He teased. “I mean, you can’t even handle a single poke to it! It’s just too ticklish, isn’t it~”

Seungmin let out a loud, long whine. “Stopppp!” He really couldn’t handle all this cooing. His hands fidgeted above his head and he didn’t know how much longer he could take this.

“Fine, since you want me to start so bad~” The older brought his index finger directly into the navel, watching Seungmin jolt aggressively despite there being no movement whatsoever.

“P-plehease..!” The vocalist’s tummy quivered under the finger, waiting for the moment it would push in. He sucked his stomach in as far as it would go but he couldn’t get away.

Chan made quick eye contact with the boy and couldn’t help but melt at the sight. Seungmin’s lips were pursed in an anticipated smile and his cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. His hair was messy from all the thrashing and his eyes were slightly teary.

He looked adorable.

Wasting no more time, the leader finally plunged his finger into the sensitive navel, being careful not to wiggle around as promised. “STA—AAAAAAAAPP AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHO!!” The younger let out an ear piercing shriek, resorting to tangling his hands in his hair in an attempt to keep them up.

The vocalist tried twisting his body, but that only resulted in Chan’s finger roaming around his button the more he wriggled. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP YOU SAHAID YOU WOHOULDN’T MOHOHOHOHOVE!!”

The Australian cocked a brow. “I’m not moving! You’re squirming too much, it’s forcing me to!” The older defended himself.

Seungmin could only scream and arch his back, which again caused that tortorous finger to push further in. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!” He didn’t know what else to do besides try and arch his back further which, again, didn’t work out in his favor. “STAHAHAHAP PUSHING IHIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUHUHUAHAHANG!”

Chan laughed this time, surprised the younger still had his arms up. “You’re doing pretty good, Min. What about some raspberries..?”

The moment these words registered in Seungmin’s head, he absolutely freaked out. Slamming his arms down, he held onto the now still wrists which were once digging into his navel.

“Oh, so now your hands are down?” Chan teased before calling Minho over. “Hold his arms up for me, he won’t keep them up himself.” And without any questions, Lee Know complied.

“Nonononono! Don’t do this you guys! I’m really sorry Channie hyung I’ll never do it again!” The younger rambled endlessly.

Minho couldn’t help the smirk that grazed his features. “Oh, this is because he called you old?” He received a nod from the Australian who agonizingly brought his head above Seungmin’s belly.

“Are you ready?” The leader ignored the boys’ pleas of ‘no!’s’ and ‘wait!’s’. He pushed his lips right onto the vocalist’s bellybutton and blew.

Now, since there wasn’t many recordings going on, Chan hadn’t shaved in longer than usual, so the light stubble along his chin began to rub ticklishly on Seungmin’s skin, making the boy absolutely howl with laughter. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP YOUR STUHUHUHUHUPID BEHEHEHEHEHEHEARD TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!” The younger could barely get anything else out before being immersed into silent laughter from the nonstop raspberries and stubble on his worst spot.

“It’s not a beard!” Chan made sure to rub his chin directly under Seungmin’s navel just to hear the boy scream out some desperate pleas. “But go rest up with the other’s, and you better have learned your lesson.” Immediately, the vocalist scrambled off to go find Jeongin.

“Wow, you got him good.” Lee Know grinned at the older.

“Shut up, he totally loved it.” And anyone would be lying if they denied that.

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so i got this request forever ago and i totally forgot about it until i looked through my drafts😭 it got pushed to the bottom since i have a lot of tktober stuff and other fics started above it so basically the first half of this was started a long time ago and i finished it today😭😭

also the beginning of the fic is not very good cus i wrote it during my huge writers block so bare with me😔😔

#kpop tickle #stray kids #stray kids tickle

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moonsoaked-tickles · 1 year

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Lee grey with some ler gold and red on the side please! I need more of our bootleg boy being happy here alright!

Hiii anon !!! I am so sorry for this being so late I have literally no excuse for that oops,, ., ,

Anyway !! Our boy,,,

smiles and walks away like nothing happened

#a ticklish lullaby #Lee!Grey #Ler!Red #Ler!Gold #again i am so sorry for how long i took to start doing these #most of my requests are from like. december HAHDVDJ #BUT I'M FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO DOING THEM !!!#it is okay everything is. perfectly fine #fnf tickling #fnf tickles

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fluffypandabun · 1 year

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If you're still taking welcome home requests. Perhaps 2 and 16 with Lee Frank and Ler Wally? 👀

“Ive told you Wallace.” Frank droned “I don’t laugh, you know this”

The grey puppet didnt even need to look up from his book to see the other puppet roll his eyes. The book he’d been trying to read before a certain blue haired painter decided to make it his mission of the day to annoy him.

“Oh come onnnnn Frankie” Wally groaned, scooting closer across the table to lean against Frank. “Not even a lil giggle?”

“No”

“A teeny tiny one?”

“Hmm let me think-No.”

“Okay okay but hear me out, knock knock.”

Frank held back a groan of his own, he would not give Wally the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Im not doing this again Wallace.”

“Come on pleeeeease!”

A sigh. “Fine, whos there?”

“Hal.”

“Hal who?”

“Hal will you know if you dont open the door?” Wally exclaimed before bursting into giggles, Frank however, just rolled his eyes. Pulling his book closer to his face to hide the fact that his lips had twitched upwards at that, not necessarily because the joke was funny but because Wallys laughter was contagious

“Seriously?” Wally chortled, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Not even a little laugh? Really?”

“Perhaps” Frank hummed, turning a page. “its time to accept the fact that perhaps, you simply are not funny enough to make me laugh”

It was a lie of course, the painter could be funny at times, but he chose to come and bother frank during his reading time so Frank would choose to be a bit stubborn.

There was silence for a moment, so long that Frank, who was worried he’d actually upset the other puppet, lowered his book to look at him.

He found the blue haired painter looking at him, lips curled up in his signature cat-like grin. Mischief swimming in his eyes.

“Oh? Is that a challenge~?”

“I-I” Frank sputtered, feeling his face heat up as he lowered his book to his chest protectively.

“Whats wrong Frankie~?” Wally purred, leaning closer to the grumpy puppet, “Cat got your tongue?”

Frank instinctively leaned away from him. “N-Now Wallace, don’t give me that look”

“What look?” Wally hummed, cocking his head to his side. “Im just smiling at you! And you know I smile at everyone!”

“I-I know that look Wally!” Frank stuttered, his voice betraying his own nervousness. “So dont even think about doing it!”

“It? Ohhh you mean this~?”

The puppet raised his hands, wiggling his fingers teasingly. Frank squeaked, face turning an even darker shade of red.

“Wally!”

“What?” Wally giggled. “Scared that I’m gonna….. getcha!”

Spotting an opening the yellow puppet lunged forward and latched onto the grumpy puppets sides, gently squeezing up and down in quick ticklish bursts.

Frank let out an uncharacteristic squeal, his book flying from his hands and landing on the floor in a heap forgotten. Frank squirmed, hands grabbing desperately onto Wallys shoulders in an attempt to push him away. Bright snort-filled laughter bubbled up from his chest and out his mouth, which was now curled up into a wide grin.

“Would you look at that!” Wally giggled “Mr ‘I don’t laugh’ is laughing! Who would have thought!”

“Nahahaha! Wally!!”

“Yes~?”

“C-Cut it ouhohoht!”

“Now Frankie I cant do that!” Wally tsk’d, shaking his head. “I have to convince you that I am funny! Now have you heard the one about the chicken crossing the road?”

As he spoke, the painter moved his hands down to gently squeezing at the grey puppets plush belly, causing him to hunch over with a giggly snort.

“Why Frankie! I haven’t even finished the joke yet and you’re already laughing? Why I must be the funniest puppet in the neighborhood!”

“Wallyeeehehehehe!” Frank squealed, he would have squirmed right off the bench they sat on if it weren’t for Wallys gentle albeit tickly grip on him keeping him from tumbling to the ground.

Wally chuckled softly. “Wow Frankie!You’ve had all this laughter just building up in ya all this time? Well I guess now I gotta make sure I get it alllll out~!”

He raised his hand to the back of Franks neck, gently fluttering his fingers. Causing Frank to scrunch up his shoulders, snorting loudly.

“Tktktktktk~!”

“Wally plehehehehehase!!”

Seeing the puppet was getting quickly tuckered out, Wally stilled his wiggling fingers with a giggle.

“Okay Okay! I’ll stop.”

Though he was no longer ticking him, Wally kept Frank in his grip. Allowing the tuckered out puppet to lean against him, still giggling. A wide smile still plastered on his face.

Wally reached up to gently pet the top of Franks head, his normally neat hair a disheveled mess.

“Aww, there there.”

After a moment of calming the butterflies in his belly, Frank let out a groan, sitting up and sending his yellow friend a glare. He straightened his shirt collar and leaned down to pick up his discarded book with a huff, flipping to the page he had been on before he’d been interrupted, pointedly ignoring Wallys self satisfied look.

“You, Wallace” He grumbled, face burning. “Are a disturbance to the peace.”

“And your still smiling~” Wally purred, leaning against Frank and resting his head on his shoulder.

The grey puppet, who was in fact smiling, simply huffed.

“Trick of the lighting.”

“Uh huh.” Wally hummed, making himself comfortable leaned against Franks side, who simply sighed and resigned himself to the fact that his clingy painter friend wasn’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. Not that Frank could find it in himself to even mind. He might even have appreciated the company, though he’d never admit that out loud. Not like his verbal admittance was really needed, given the way he himself also made himself comfortable leaning against his friend. Enjoying the content silence of the moment at last.

“…….So did you hear that one about the dog and the stick?”

“Wally!”

#pandabuns fic #pandabuns posts #pandabun requests #Welcome home tickling #Ticklish Frank!!#Thank u for the request it was very cute!!!#Idk if Wallys full name actually is Wallace but i found it very funny to imagine frank calling him by his full name so #New hc

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rainbowwing251 · 1 year

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thank you for spreading the lee noah propaganda i am not immune to extremely ticklish jrpg protagonist

as a thanks i offer you: ler!mio who is a menace as a ler but is also very ticklish and can't win tickle fights unless it's against noah or taion.

also consider ouroboros tickle fight battle royale. every man for himself. who do you think would win 👀 -tickleraptorss

I may not be as active on here as I once was, but I’ll keep on spreading the lee!Noah propaganda for the foreseeable future! Maybe one day the lee!Noah nation will rise up…

Hehe ler!Mio who can’t take what she dishes out when her lee turns the tables on her~ She may be able to tease you into oblivion, she may be able to tickle you to tears, but the moment you fight back and start tickling her? She’s down and out for the count!

This is often the case when she tries to tickle Sena. There are rare occasions where she wins the tickle fights that occur between them, but 99% of the time her starting a tickle fight with her goes about as well as trying to fight a Level 80-something Gogol at the beginning of each Xenoblade game.

And the Ouroboros tickle fight battle royale… hmm… I’m having a hard time thinking about who would come out on top, but I know damn well that it’s not going to be Noah. He’d probably be the first to go!

I might have to give this a bit more thought, but I think the winner would be Lanz? I was originally going to say Sena because she seems to be physically stronger than most of Ouroboros, but Lanz is likely just as strong as she is, and is far less ticklish to boot. Taion was another contender, but let’s face it: under that scarf and stoic exterior is a ticklish nerd who’d likely get targeted by Eunie and Lanz at the very least.

Again, I might need to think about this for a bit longer, but I’m going to say Lanz would be the winner.

#tickling #xenoblade chronticles #Xenoblade chrontickles 3 #The colorful words of the color grey #ler!Mio #Lee!Mio #The Ouroboros tickle Royale reminds me of a dream I had this January #I don’t remember most of what happened in that dream #But I do remember someone (probably Lanz) launching a surprise tickle attack on Noah and he shrieked #Taion got tickled too and he squealed #Though I don’t remember who it was that tickled him #I also remember Mio making one of those exaggerated shocked faces in response to Noah’s shriek and Taion’s squeal while she pointed at them #She wasn’t that surprised to hear those noises I think she was just being silly #Maybe I should try to write that #Though I don’t know how I would go about doing that since like I said I don’t remember much of what happened in the dream

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Do you have any red velvet hcs 👀 he's my dear sweet boy

Aww! Red velvet and his dogs!!

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♧Tickle Red Velvet headcanons♧

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He has a cake arm and he loves dogs.

What more could you ask from him??

Goes for the members of darkness when he's bored

Sometimes brings his cake hounds along as well

He goes for Dark Choco and Licorice the most cause why the hell not?

They get him back too, but he's usually the one who starts it

Sensitive areas would be neck, chin, back ribs, and knees (Kneecaps more than knee pit)

Death spot would be sides and hips

Now his laugh would be bubbly giggles and deep-ish? Belly laughter

Not that deep but- yeah

He can take verbal teases but physical teases like air tickles or soft touches on his spots will kill him

Squirming is not often for him

Unless your teasing his bad spots he doesn't really Squirm

You might wanna get someone to help pin down his cake arm though

If you don't- the tables will turn very quickly (unless he wants to get tickled, if so you don't have to worry about it-)

Has gotten tickled by his cake hounds on numerous occasions

A lot of those occasions is were he got caught by Pomegranate and Dark Enchantress

Dark Enchantress doesn't really mind as long as he gets the work done, finds it adorable anyway

But Pomegranate thinks he's wasting time playing with the hounds.

Plans on getting his cake hounds on her, he just needs the perfect time

Does air tickles with his cake arm

It depends on who he's tickling if he's going to use his cake arm or not

Like if it's someone stronger like Dark Choco, he'll use his cake arm to pin them down

But if it's someone like Licorice, then he'll use his cake arm to tickle them

Has gotten everyone in the COD except Dark Enchantress at least once

Yes even Pomegranate-

Likes to tickle the young ones from time to time, but mainly does it with his hounds because he doesn't want to scare the kids with his cake arm, even though he's very gentle with it.

He doesn't want to hurt the kids

But the other COD members?

With Dark Choco, since he always has his armor on, he usually goes for his neck or waits for him to take off his armor and let his guard down

Nibbles his neck cause Choco can't take mouth tickles

Usually gets chased by Choco every time he does this (to him its worth it)

Wrestle sometimes which usually leads to Red Velvet striking his hips

Sometimes Choco is completely done with his Bs and just tickles him out of the blue

And doesn't stop till he's begging

With Earl Grey, it isn't common to tickle him since he's rarely at the COD lair

But the rare times he is, usually to drop off the Chess Choco twins so they can see Dark Choco, he'll walk towards him grab his arm quickly and scribble his ribs with his cake arm for a minute to complete destroy pervious posture and walk off smiling

He always does this when he least expect it

Licorice has to be the number one person he tickles (the second is Choco)

Licorice could be nagging at him at something and he'll tackle him and just start tickling the ever loving shit out of him

Always uses his cake arm on him

Chases him for the pure fun of it too

Lobster.. is also rare

Mainly because they have claws instead of hands

Red velvet didn't even know if they were ticklish until he got bold enough to squeeze their side and heard Lobster bark out in laughter (Choco suggested not to, but he did anyway)

Lobster took it as a challenge and attacked him

So- yeah not often

With Pomegranate..

He's only got her once and he's scared to get her again

She was talking to his mother about something and the rest of the COD noticed that she didn't have her robe on

Licorice went to go ask why she didn't have it on, she didn't get the chance to answer when Red Velvet took the chance to squeeze her side saying "yeah aren't you cold?"

She let out a squeal followed by some panicky laughter

She chased him all of the COD lair twice that day and now avoids her like the damn plague

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Thank you for asking! Red velvet needs more screen time..

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#cookie run #tickle #cr headcanons #cr tickles #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #red velvet cookie #lee!red velvet #ler!red velvet #dark enchantress cookie #dark choco cookie #earl grey cookie #licorice cookie #lobster cookie #pomegranate cookie #cookies of darkness

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mushiewrites · 11 months

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The Gift of Giggles

Today is Karl's birthday!! I wasn't planning on doing anything for it, but then summer sent me an ask (found here), and I immediately knew I had to write it. It's very cuddly and sweet, my favorite way to write karlnap <3 I hope you all enjoy!

Karl and Sapnap are finally together for his birthday, and he has a very interesting birthday request for Sapnap

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Karl : 1.8K words)

“I can’t believe you’re here.” Karl remarked softly, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy standing in front of him, looking out the window at the grey clouds and watching as the rain bounced off the pavement. He let his chin rest on Sapnap’s shoulder, letting out a pleased noise when the younger boy leaned his head against his own.

“I know, I really wanted to make sure I could be here for your birthday,” Sapnap replied, bringing a hand up to rub at one of the forearms holding tightly across his chest. “I wish it wasn’t raining, though. I feel like it’s kind of ruining it.”

“Nonsense! My little panda is here, and that’s all that matters.” The comment went straight to Sapnap’s cheeks, painting them a light pink as he whined and turned his head away from the older boy.

“Okay, grandpa, noho need to get so sappy.” He giggled, squirming to the side with a yelp when a quick poke was delivered to his side in retaliation. “Hehey!”

“Watch it, you. I may be a grandpa, but I can still take you down.” Karl smirked, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to Sapnap’s temple. The smaller boy hummed at the action, letting his head fall back onto Karl’s shoulder as he closed his eyes and melted into the warmth of his arms. Karl started swaying back and forth from one foot to the other, allowing himself to close his eyes as well, just taking in the others' presence and letting himself relax into the comfortable silence. After a few minutes, he poked at Sapnap’s side again, making him giggle and squirm.

“Hey Sap? Angel? My darling baby boy?” Another two pokes into his side, this time further up towards the middle of his ribcage. Sapnap bit his lip, trying to keep his giggles in.

“Hm?”

“Do you think…you know, since it’s my birthday…” Karl started, loosening his hold and turning Sapnap in his arms, keeping his hands on the smaller boy’s shoulders as he looked him in the eyes.

“What is it?” Sapnap asked nervously, shifting his weight onto either leg as he waited for Karl to continue.

“Well, I was wondering, since it’s raining and all, and again, it’s my birthday,” Sapnap raised his eyebrows at Karl, prompting him to go on. “Can I tickle you? Just a little bit!”

“What?! Karl!” Sapnap reached up to wrap his hands lightly around both of Karl’s wrists, squeezing twice as his blush grew darker. “Just…come on, why?”

“It would make me really happy! I love hearing your giggles and watching your cute lil nose scrunch up.” Karl let his bottom lip stick out as he pouted, giving Sapnap the biggest puppy eyes he could muster. As much as Sapnap wanted to refuse, he felt himself melting just from the way Karl was looking at him.

“Karl, I-“

“I’ll be so nice and gentle, baby, I promise!” Karl cut him off before he could protest fully, bringing a hand up and gently cupping Sapnap’s face, letting his thumb rub over the soft hair of his beard and giggling when the younger boy melted into the touch. “Come on, for me?”

“Ugh, fine! Only because it’s your birthday…” Sapnap huffed out, rolling his eyes when Karl jumped up and down and began clapping his hands with an excited squeal at the agreement. He let go of Karl’s wrists, only to have his own scooped up by the elder, pulling him in the direction of the couch. He watched as Karl took a seat in one of the corners, still holding his hands and swaying Sapnap’s arms back and forth, making them both laugh.

“Well come on then, pretty boy, sit with me, won’t you?” Karl let go of his wrists and tapped the cushion next to him, signaling for Sapnap to join him. Sapnap complied, sitting down with his thigh pressed against Karl’s, knocking their knees together playfully and making Karl grab at his thighs to get him to stop. Sapnap cried out with a yelp, grabbing Karl’s hand and yanking it away. The older boy patted his own thighs a few times, raising his eyebrows at Sapnap. When he still didn’t get it, Karl spoke up.

“Ankles up, gorgeous.”

Sapnap felt all the color drain from his cheeks, instantly regretting agreeing to the torture he was about to endure. He turned his body slightly towards Karl, shaking his head quickly and grabbing both of his hands, bringing them up to his lips and giving them each a quick kiss.

“No, no Karl, please. Baby, you know I can’t handle that!” Sapnap whined, groaning when Karl broke out into giddy giggles at his complaints.

“Come on, angel, I’m gonna be so gentle, I promise,” Karl spoke softly, swallowing his giggles down in favor of trying to comfort Sapnap. “Only for a little bit, okay?”

Sapnap didn’t reply, just allowed himself to flop back against the seat cushions of the couch, slowly bringing his legs up and dropping his feet onto Karl’s lap. Immediately there were light traces on the tops of his feet over his socks, throwing Sapnap into a fit of quiet giggles as he tried his best not to kick and accidentally hurt Karl.

“See? It’s not that bad! You’re doing so good, baby boy.” Karl cooed at him as he struggled beside him, curling his toes and trying to block the tops of his feet with the opposite, eventually giving up and wiggling them wildly instead.

“Well yehehes, but- ohoh noho, Karl!”

Sapnap was cut off with his own laugh before he could continue, jolting when he felt a finger sneak in through the tops of his socks to trace over the small round bone of his ankles. The skin there had always been incredibly sensitive, and Karl was the one to find out this information the first time they met up. The scream Sapnap had let out had scared Karl half to death, worried that he’d somehow hurt the smaller boy. But upon further inspection, he saw the bright red blush and heard the giggles he had been desperately trying to hide, and from then on, it was one of his favorite places to torment the poor boy.

“Oh yes, my sweet boy! Absolutely, yes. I need to keep tickling your poor little ankles right this second or I’ll die!” Karl announced dramatically, now using his baby blue colored nails to gently spider over the thin skin there. Sapnap’s legs squirmed slightly, the boy clearly trying his hardest to keep them in place and make it easier for Karl to deliver the tickles to one of his worst spots. He threw his head back with a loud laugh when Karl traced the spot directly below the balls of his ankles, making him ball his fists up in his hoodie before quickly reaching up to hold the brim of his hat, yanking it down over his face to hide his flushed cheeks.

“You won’t dihihie!” Sapnap replied through his laughter, thrashing harder when Karl reached a hand around to wiggle over the arch of his left right foot. The younger boy tried to pull his leg away to escape the feeling, only to be stopped by a hand wrapped around his ankle, holding his foot in place.

“Are you trying to take away my favorite birthday present?” Karl gasped in fake offense, shaking his head slowly and turning his attention towards the squirmy boy next to him. “I’m hurt. Devastated, even!”

“Oh, you’re fihine!” He giggled at the way Karl played up his fake disappointment, rolling his eyes even though the older boy couldn’t see. It seemed as though Karl didn’t appreciate the back talk, picking up speed and wiggling a few fingers along each ankle now and making Sapnap shriek. “NOHOHO! P-Plehehease!”

“Just a little bit more, Sap, I promise. You’re doing so good, thank you so much for letting me do this, gorgeous.” Karl went back to using one finger to trace over the balls of his ankles, allowing Sapnap to get a quick breath in before falling back into a fit of laughter. The kind words and praise made Sapnap want to do whatever Karl asked him, always wanting to please him and make him as happy as he could. He blindly reached an arm out and made a grabby hand motion, wanting to hold Karl’s hand immediately when a wave of emotion rushed over him. Not a second later Karl’s hand was slotted into his, fingers tangled together and holding tight, comforting him silently and making his heart soar. The other tickling hand slowly came to a stop, and soon it connected with the brim of Sapnap’s hat, pulling it up slightly until he could meet Karl’s gaze.

“Hi!” Karl smiled at him, making his cheeks heat up further as he let go of his hat, allowing Karl to push it up all the way.

“Hi, darlin’.” Sapnap replied, returning the smile when the nickname made Karl burst into tiny giggles. The older boy wiggled himself out from under Sapnap’s legs, leaving them resting on the couch and wedging his body between Sapnap and the back of the couch. He cuddled into Sapnap as much as he could, letting out a relaxed sigh as they wrapped their arms around each other.

“Best birthday present ever.” Karl mumbled into Sapnap’s neck, making the younger boy laugh into Karl’s neck in response. He shook his head at the comment, perking up when he noticed Karl laugh at the stubble scratching against his sensitive skin. He smirked, an idea popping into his head instantly when he realized a perfect opportunity had just presented itself.

“Shush, you,” Sapnap began, rolling his eyes at the comment before continuing. “But..Karl?”

“Hm?” He could tell Karl was sleepy. Even better.

“Did I ever tell you about our birthday tradition in the Dream Team house?”

“Uh…no, I- I don’t think so,” Karl yawned, pulling Sapnap even closer and cuddling tightly against his chest. “What is it?”

“Well..it’s-” Karl let out a squeal as Sapnap pressed a raspberry into the side of his neck, directly below his ear, before planting another one on the muscle where his shoulder and neck meet.

“NAHAHA! Sahap, whahat?! Stop it!” Karl burst into another round of laughter when Sapnap maneuvered them so that Karl was now flat on his back, the smaller of the two straddling his thighs and smirking down at him.

“Don’t worry! Only 23 more to go!”

“What?! Sap- Sap just…just- NOHOHOHO!”

“Happy birthday, angel!” Sapnap giggled before inhaling deeply, diving back in and planting raspberry after raspberry. He made sure that by the end of the 25 raspberries, Karl would be well acquainted with their special birthday tradition.

#lee!sapnap #lee!karl #ler!sapnap #ler!karl #i needed to write this idea when i wrote it out in summers ask #i just had to #i love karlnap waaaaayy too much #but anyways #happy birthday karl!!!! <3 #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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aero-dienamics · 11 months

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Generation Loss || The Ler of the Cabin

PART 2.

Summary: As Ranboo continues exploring the cabin, he finds a new friend. He helps him escape in hopes of leaving this place together.

Word Count: 3823

TW: Swearing ????

Authors Note: GAHHH DAMN !!! Thanks for all the support!!! My like goal for each fic will probably be about 35 likes in 3 days to keep me going!!! I just didn’t expect you guys to like the first one so much

Fair warning, this fic is VERY lee!sneeg heavy for no reason in particular.

Part 1

⚠️ This is a sfw tickle fic!! ⚠️

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Finally, back on track.

Now that the Slime man was gone, Ranboo could continue his search for some exit. He took a deep breath to steady himself after the encounter. Since he now regained free roam of the cabin, he decided to take a good look at the gameshow room. The first thing Ranboo checked out was the walls. He somehow never noticed that they were covered in slime, making the room feel even more claustrophobic. He looks up to see the ceiling also covered in gunk. That's just unnecessary.

Shaking off the disgust, he continued to walk around, finding more slime-covered objects and eventually just an entire jar of slime. Ranboo knew he would throw up if he looked at anything else. He was desperate to find a way out of this strange place. As he walked to the room's exit, he saw another door in the corner of his eye. Ranboo decided to go up to it, quickly inspecting it. Thankfully, there wasn't any goo on it.

"I might as well," He sighed, slowly turning the doorknob and opening the door.

Stepping through the door led Ranboo into yet another new area, but this time it looked more like the cabin's main room. It was a type of storage room, but the only items in there were antique kid's toys. "What the hell? What is this place?"

With nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, he decided to look around. The first item that catches his eye is an old dollhouse. Its presence felt oddly familiar to him. He walked around to the front of it to see a normal-looking house. Something about it seems familiar to him. In the bedroom of the dollhouse, there was a small lock. It was closed, which isn't helpful, but Ranboo puts it in his pocket anyway.

His curiosity was piqued, and he continued to check the corners of the room, finding creepy dolls and a lot of cobwebs. He even finds a white towel on one of the shelves. Considering the room's dirty, the towel was surprisingly clean, so he took it.

The last object he found was a letter opener. For something that opens notes, it was surprisingly sharp. With that, his pockets were completely full. Ranboo was about to press on with his search, but something unexpected happened.

"Yo, yo, wait, who is that?"

Ranboo turned around quickly at the sudden noise he just heard. He thought he was alone.

"Hello?" Both Ranboo and the voice called out at the same time, both equally confused. Ranboo initially thought it was the Slime Demon, but the tone of this person's voice was different. It had a much softer edge to it.

"Where are you?" Ranboo questioned, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice.

"Duh, I'm in here," The voice said very matter-of-factly.

"That's not very helpful…"

"You know, the cage in the corner, there's a tarp…"

"Cage…?" Ranboo slowly pinpoints the source of the voice to a small cage in the corner of the room. He removes the tarp to see another person. It wasn't the slime demon; it was someone entirely different. It was a man in a blue and white hoodie and a grey ballcap. He seemed friendly enough.

"How the hell were you looking all the way over there?" The man spoke in a semi-annoyed tone. Ranboo shrugged.

"I don't know, I don't have a good sense of direction. Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Sneeg, nice to meet you," Sneeg smiled happily, sticking his pinky through the grates of the cage for Ranboo to shake.

Ranboo hesitantly and carefully shook Sneeg's pinky. The masked man tried to smile back with his eyes, but it was obvious he was nervous. "You as well. I'm Ranboo. Have you been trapped in there all by yourself?"

Sneeg chuckled nervously. "What? No, I'm not alone in here. Don't you see my friend Frank here?" Sneeg pointed to the skeleton next to him.

Ranboo raised an eyebrow, observing the lifeless skeleton. "You mean that skeleton right there?"

"Skeleton? What are you talking about? Frank is very much alive," Sneeg said, picking up his skeleton 'friend.'

"He looks dead."

Sneeg gasped at Ranboo's audacity, covering Frank's 'ears' to shield him from Ranboo's harsh words. "Shhhh, he's very self-conscious."

"Frank… that name is so familiar. I think that slime guy killed him."

Sneeg's eyes widened. That was probably the most appropriate and only response to a mention of that man's name. "Slimecicle? You interacted with him too?"

Ranboo is slightly glad he isn't the only victim. "Yeah? What'd he do to you?"

"Well, he made me play this game show, and when I got the first question wrong and spun the wheel, I got tickled for a day straight. Then he put me in this cage because I passed out."

"Jesus Christ. That's horrible."

"Hey, it could be worse."

"What could be worse than getting attacked and then being put in a cage?"

"Being put in two cages."

Ranboo let out a half-hearted chuckle, feeling the weight of their shared experiences. "Yeahhh, alright, cool. I'm gonna try and get you outta here." Ranboo backed away from the cage and knelt down to the lock that was holding Sneeg. The only things he has in his pockets are the three keys he 'used' to enter the last room, a letter opener, and a lock. He initially tried using the keys, but when that didn't work, he just started yanking on it. "No, that didn't work... uhm."

"I don't know what to do. All I have is this lock." Ranboo pulled out the lock he found earlier, swinging it around his finger before presenting it to Sneeg.

"Wait, what kind of lock do you have?"

Ranboo looked down at the lock, squinting at the label. "It says it's a master lock."

"What kind of lock is on my door?"

"… A master lock as well."

"Just kind of slam them together. The easiest way to open a master lock is with another master lock."

Ranboo shrugged and complied, having no faith that this'll actually work. He used all his strength to smash the lock on the cage with the other lock. To his surprise, the lock opened and fell to the ground.

"I'm surprised that worked." Ranboo slowly got up before opening Sneeg's cage. "Be free."

"Eh, I'm too scared to go first. Frank, you gotta test the waters for me." Sneeg picked up Frank and pushed him closer to the exit.

"I swear to you, it's fine, just come out."

Sneeg ignored Ranboo and threw Frank out of the cage, looking around to see if anything was going to attack him. "Frank! Is it safe?"

This whole ordeal made Ranboo realize he just found another eccentric person. "… I think everywhere is safe for Frank."

After a few seconds, Sneeg finally decided to join Frank, slowly stepping out of the cage and taking a deep breath of freedom. He turned to Ranboo with a grateful smile. "Thanks, man. I was stuck in there for so long."

The man stretched his body before picking Frank back up and holding him in his arms like an Amazon box. For being locked away for god knows how long, The man looked surprisingly well-kept. He didn't have an odor and he didn't look dirty. Well, at least he wasn't covered in slime.

"So, how long have you been in there?" Ranboo asked, expecting Sneeg's answer to be a short period of time.

"A month or 6," Sneeg said nonchalantly, acting like it was normal.

"What."

"Yep. I've just been chilling in there with Frank," Sneeg responds, putting Frank on a little toy horse in the room. "Don't tell Frank this, but if you didn't come sooner I would've ate him to survive."

Ranboo nods slowly, no longer feeling safe around the new person he found. ".. ok… I'm gonna look for more items… you... do you…" He said as he slowly walked to the other corner of the room to pretend to look at stuff.

Sneeg notices a giant box in the middle of the room, opening it and looking inside. "Why is there such a big box in the corner of the—"

"AHA!!" Slimecicle pops out of the box in the corner clumsily and awkwardly. Ranboo yelps and Sneeg looks at him in surprise. How long was he in there? Ranboo didn't see him come in, so he either just appeared, or he had to be in there for a while.

"I see you've fallen for the oldest trick in the book! AHAH.. ehh, hold on.” He looks at himself in proximity to Sneeg, realizing that he can't reach him.

"Uh, can you come a little closer, Sneeg? I need you to stand right here on this inconspicuously marked X."

"Oh, no problem!" Sneeg said happily, taking a big step closer to the slime demon. Ranboo looks absolutely befuddled.

"Thanks. NOW YOU'VE FALLEN FOR THE OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK! PREPARED TO BE SLIMED, SNEEG!"

"AHHH!" Sneeg screams, but he doesn't run; he doesn't even make an attempt to move. Ranboo is clearly signaling for Sneeg to get out of there, but it's like he isn't paying attention. Ranboo felt semi-responsible for the man he had just let out of a cage, but he didn't know what to do.

"I gotta get extra goopy for this," Slimecicle said, shaking his hands quickly. After a while, the amount of slime on his hands became noticeably more prominent, and it looked greener.

Slimecicle reaches his extra slime hands up to Sneeg's neck before spidering his fingers across his sensitive skin. Sneeg immediately and scrunched up his neck.

“Ohoho my gohohod, gross!” Sneeg reaches up to Slimecicle's hands to try and pull him away, but all that does is get more slime on him.

Slimecicle scoffs, pretending to look hurt. "You guys are so rude. Calling me gross. You deserve this!"

“Fuhuhuck, Ihihim SOHOHORRRY!!” Sneeg's laughter raises an octave in surprise as Slimecicle's hands move down to Sneeg's shoulders, squeezing and pinching them to his heart's delight.

"WELCOME TO THE GHOULDOM! YES!" Slimecicle manically laughed like an evil villain as he continued to tickle Sneeg.

Ranboo doesn't wanna watch, but he can't look away. It was highly flustering to watch, especially since he imagined how it would feel if it happened to him.

“RAHAHANBOO, A LIHIHITTLE HELP?” Sneeg reached out to Ranboo, allowing Slimecicle to sneak his hand under Sneeg's armpit and start quickly and gently scratching his fingers on his soft skin. This caused Sneeg to throw his head back in ticklish agony.

Ranboo quickly backed away, adverting his gaze and avoiding the situation. “Nooo… sorryy…. No thank you."

Slimecicle shook his head in disappointment. "What an asshole. Can't believe you wanna help that guy. I can fix that, though!"

Ranboo felt terrible for not helping Sneeg but didn't want to get involved. He thought if he kept his distance and maybe ran in a few seconds, he'd be fine. But before he could finish contemplating his bail, Slimecicle let Sneeg go. Fortunately, Sneeg looked the same (except he was now covered in a bunch of slime), but there was something different about him. Something off.

"What did you do to Sneeg?" Ranboo questioned, trying to sound intimidating. His tone just came off as fearful.

“Sneeg is no more, Ranboo! This is EVIL Sneeg!”

The only thing that made Evil Sneeg different from regular Sneeg was that his hat was now backward.

"GET HIM, SNEEG!" Slimecicle cheered Sneeg on, looking happy and proud of himself.

"Hey, buddy? What're you doing?" Ranboo's voice quivers as he takes a step back, a wary expression on his face. Sneeg, a mischievous glint in his eyes, wiggles his fingers at Ranboo, sending a shiver down his spine. Before Ranboo can protest any further, Sneeg pounces on him with surprising agility.

Ranboo's protests turn into muffled laughter as Sneeg begins to kneed his fingers into Ranboo's ribs. He squirms and wriggles, desperately trying to escape the relentless onslaught. "Sneheheeg! Snahahap OUT ohof ihihit!!" Ranboo's words come out in gasps between bouts of uncontrollable laughter.

But Sneeg, under the influence of the slime, seems impervious to Ranboo's pleas. He smirks, his fingers dancing across Ranboo's sensitive ribs.

"Sneeg can't hear you, Ranboo! He's under the influence of my slime!" Slimecicle exclaims with an evil laugh, his voice dripping with mischief and amusement.

Ranboo's laughter mixes with frustration as he struggles against Sneeg's relentless tickles. "Why ahahahare you soho strohohong??" He manages to giggle out, his breath hitching with each ticklish sensation. No matter how much Ranboo pushed on Sneeg, he wasn't strong enough to push Sneeg off of him.

Sneeg's grin widens, enjoying the playful power he holds over Ranboo. "Why are you so weak?" he teases, his fingers precisely finding every ticklish spot. Eventually, Sneeg's fingers found their way to a place that Ranboo couldn't seem to avoid: his belly. Ranboo tries to protect himself, but Sneeg's fingers easily slip under his defenses and onto Ranboo's belly, slowly tracing little circles on Ranboo's skin.

The tickling continues, unabated, as Ranboo's pleas grow louder and more desperate. "SNEHEHEHEEG! GEHEHEHET AHAWAY!!" His voice strains with both laughter and a plea for mercy.

"No can do, Ranboo!" Sneeg replies, his laughter intertwining with Ranboo's. Ranboo grabbed his towel from earlier and began wiping the slime off his head and shoulders. It was a bit hard to concentrate, but eventually, Ranboo got enough goo off of Sneeg to make him stop.

Ranboo sighed in relief as Sneeg sat up, looking confused. He flipped his hat back around, turning to the slime demon.

"NO, HE'S TOO DRY!" Slimecicle cried out in dismay. He looked over at the edge of the box and down at Sneeg. "How do you feel, Sneeg?" Slimecicle questions.

Sneeg shrugs and gets off Ranboo. "Fine."

Slimecicle rolls his eyes and sinks back into the box. "Shit."

Ranboo pats Sneeg on the shoulder. "Glad to have you back, Sneeg," He says before noticing how much slime was on Sneeg's shoulder. He just kind of wiped it off on his pant leg.

Slimecicle, who was looking disappointed, sat awkwardly in his box.

"Can you close the box?" He asked sheepishly.

"Oh, yeah," Sneeg complied, closing the box on the demon.

"I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME!" Slimecicle calls out as his voice fades away.

Ranboo chuckles and shakes his head. "He said that last time, and he still hasn't gotten us."

"So, what now?" Sneeg says, shrugging.

Ranboo thinks for a second, "I guess we try to find a way out of here. The only door that I haven't opened is that side door up front."

"Then let's go."

Ranboo leads Sneeg back through the rooms of the cabin before arriving in the room he originally woke up in. They stop at the chained up door, stuck on what to do next.

How are we gonna get these chains off this door?" Sneeg pondered, his fingers running along the cold metal links. The chains seemed impenetrable, their presence a barrier to their escape.

Ranboo joined him, studying the chains with a thoughtful expression. As he reached out to touch them, an unexpected surge of energy flowed through his fingertips, causing the chains to crumble and fall to the ground with a resounding clatter. "Oh, well I guess that worked out," he remarked, a mixture of surprise and relief evident in his voice.

With the obstruction removed, they pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit bedroom beyond. The room exuded an eerie ambiance, with antique furniture draped in faded fabrics and shadows dancing along the wooden walls. A picture of what appears to be the slime demon was hanging on the wall. Sneeg stepped cautiously inside, taking in the peculiar atmosphere. "Oh. It's a bedroom?" he mused, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Ranboo followed suit, his eyes scanning the room's decor. "I wasn't expecting this," he admitted, his gaze lingering on an ornate mirror hanging on the wall. Its reflective surface seemed to hold secrets, whispering enticingly of hidden mysteries.

Sneeg's attention was drawn to another peculiar feature of the room. "Does that wall look real to you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the smooth surface before them. It appeared almost too perfect, devoid of imperfections or cracks.

"No, not really," Ranboo replied, his curiosity piqued. He rummaged through his pockets and produced a letter opener, its gleaming blade catching the dim light. "Here, I found this letter opener earlier. Maybe we can use it to slice it open," he suggested, extending the tool towards Sneeg.

Sneeg hesitated, a touch of concern in his voice. "Do we have to cut his wall, though? That seems rude," he voiced his reservations, mindful of the potential consequences.

Ranboo's response was firm, laced with determination. "He locked you in a cage, Sneeg!"

Sneeg groaned, hesitatingly taking the letter opener from Ranboo. "I don't want him to be super mad, though," he admitted, a hint of worry tugging at his features.

"Just cut the wall, Sneeg!" Ranboo urged, his voice betraying a sense of urgency and impatience.

"Ok, ok, jeez. You don't have to yell at me," Sneeg replied with a playful pout, accepting the responsibility. He took a deep breath, steadying his hand, before guiding the letter opener's blade towards the seemingly illusionary wall.

The blade made contact with the wall, and with a swift motion, Sneeg sliced through the deceptive surface. A split-second of anticipation hung in the air before their eyes widened in awe and disbelief.

"It looks like nothing's in there—OH MY GOD," Sneeg exclaimed, his voice a mix of astonishment and terror. A monster suddenly emerged from the darkness, grabbing him from behind. "HELP ME!"

"WHAT IS THAT?! IS THAT A SHARK? Maybe it's a pickle? No, it looks more like a lobster…" Ranboo's bewildered voice interjected, attempting to make sense of the horrifying sight before him. His words, a mix of confusion and nervousness, betrayed his attempt to cope with the terrifying situation unfolding in front of him.

"YOU'RE NOT BEING HELPFUL RIGHT NOW!" Sneeg's voice trembled with a mix of fear and frustration, his plea for assistance growing more urgent.

"SORRY! Sorry! What do you want me to do?" Ranboo stammered, his voice laced with anxiety as he struggled to gather his thoughts and find a solution.

"I don't know, just try and get me Ohohut- RAHAHANBOO!!" Ranboo was confused why Sneeg was suddenly giggling, but he looked down at the monsters hands to see they were poking all over Sneeg’s belly.

"Oh god, is it—of course it is." Ranboo immediately turned around and looked away, pretending to not notice the fact that the monster was tickling Sneeg right in front of him.

"Ranbohohoo, help me!!"

In a panic, Ranboo stammered, trying to convince himself that leaving was the right decision. "Nooo… I'm- I'm good. You got it. I'm gonna go!! I'm totally gonna go get help!" Ranboo says, giving Sneeg a thumbs up as he backs up.

"RAHAHANBOO! DON'T LEHEHEAVE ME HEHEHERE!"

"You totally got this!!" Ranboo's words, though intended to be encouraging, held a hint of self-doubt as he made a hasty retreat, leaving Sneeg on his own. He sped walked back into the main room, letting Sneeg's screams of laughter leave his ears until it finally faded away.

Ranboo was fine, but he felt wrong for leaving Sneeg alone with a monster. This was the second time he turned his back on him, and he didn't want to do it again. "I feel bad. maybe I should go back…." Ranboo then slowly steps back into the room he left Sneeg in, ready to face anything that might be in there. Yet, there was nothing.

"Sneeg? Helloo?" He called out, hoping for a response. Ranboo was met with nothing but silence. He looked at the hole in the wall, seeing no one around. Despite his better judgment, he walks into it.

"Sneeg…?" He calls out one last time. But, instead of finding Sneeg, he sees another familiar face sitting in a chair in front of him. Ranboo knew precisely who it was. "Ahhh, Jesus."

Slimecicle got up and turned to the other. It was apparent he was seething with anger and hate. "YOOU. You made a gross-ass hole in my wall. You fucked with my- my sharkiklester."

Ranboo tried to defend himself, his voice tinged with exasperation. "I didn't hurt it! But jeez, that thing needs to be put in a cage."

"A cage, huh?" Slimecicle scoffed, beginning to walk towards Ranboo with ferocity. "When I'm done with you, I'm gonna put YOU in a cage. AND THEN MAYBE I'LL PUT YOU IN ANOTHER CAGE!"

"Yeah, I'm not doing this again." Ranboo began to walk away, but Slimecicle grabbed him by his shirt.

"I don't think you have a choice."

Ranboo pushes the demon off of him before wiping some slime off of him. "Look, Slimecicle, I'm not trying to fight you right now."

"That's all too bad, isn't it?? Get over here!"

Ranboo tries to protect himself, but it was too late; Slimecicle had Ranboo in his slimy clutches. Ranboo almost immediately started squirming around, knowing too well about what’s about to happen next.

"Please, I can't do this again!"

"You should've thought of that before you fucked with me!" Slimecicle then began digging his fingers into Ranboo’s armpits.

“Wahahait! Dohohon’t!” Ranboo started giggling as soon as the Slime Demon touches him, not being able to contain his laughter from everything he’s experienced today.

"You should be lucky I'm not covering you in Slime!"

“Thihis is juhuhust as bahahad!” Ranboo started thinking of ways to save himself, but his train of thought was suddenly cut off by a bunch of fingers poking at his lower back. “GAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT THE HEHEHELL??”

"Oh! That's a new spot! I didn't think this spot would be that bad for you, but here we are!" Slimecicle says proudly before quickly scribbling his fingers against Ranboo’s back.

"FUHUHUCKING STOP!" Ranboo squeals through a mix of cackles and snorts.

"Oh, now you're cursing? How out-of-character of you." The Slime Demon says smugly, not letting up in the slightest.

Through all Ranboo’s struggling, the towel he had earlier started slipping out of his pocket. A great idea rushed to his head. In one swift motion, he grabbed his towel and started wiping the slime off of Slimecicle, making sure not to miss a single spot.

“AUGHH DAMN IT!” Slimecicle screamed, releasing his grip on Ranboo as he did so. The masked man didn’t stop for one second. He kept going until the demon was no more; Slimecicle was now just a green stain on a towel.

"I think… I killed a man.” Ranboo said in a shaky breath, laying on the ground. “Thank god."

#genloss tickle #lee!ranboo #ler!slimecicle #lee!sneeg #ler!sneeg

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