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luvyeni · 19 days

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𐙚 : KISSING/BITING THEIR NECK (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

request: kissing or biting nct dream’s necks.

authors note. i hope you like it 🩶!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : MARK ֶָ֢ !

he gets horny don't get me wrong , but it's also on his neck, where he's really ticklish, let's out a bunch of giggles.

he smiled watching your mischievous eyes turn to him. "what are you thinking baby?" he watched you stalk him, you climbed into his lap, he laughed. "what are you up to." you shook your head. "nothing." you grabbed the other side of his cheek, pulling him to your lips, kissing his cheek. "just want to give you some kisses." you repeatedly kissed his cheek. "yeah?" he said, wrapping his hands around your waist as you reached his neck , leaving wet kisses. "baby you know im ticklish." you felt his adams apple move; smiling against his neck. "then why are you getting hard?" your hand came down to his pants, squeezing his cock. "because you your lips feel good." he moaned. "yeah?" you licked his neck. "fuck baby that's enough." he groaned out.

"gonna cum if you keep doing that"

𐙚 : RENJUN ֶָ֢ !

depending on the situation he's gonna be annoyed, horny? yes but annoyed nonetheless.

"renjunnie." you skipped into your bedroom, met with your glaring boyfriend sitting on the bed, his phone to his ear taking a call. "im on the phone." he mouth, meaning he was telling you to shut up , but could you be a good girlfriend and listen? no of course not — you instead straddled his lap smiling evilly , wrapping your arms around his neck. "no hyung im fine, what were you saying?" he gripped your waist, that was in fact your second warm for you to shut and now sit still on his lap. you still denied his command, dipping into the crease of his shoulder blade, and his neck nipping at his neck. renjun should've known you couldn't be trusted, his hand coming down to your ass to give you your last warning, but of course you were a brat , biting down harder he grunted. "hyung i have to go , i think yn just broke something." he said, you pouted. "yeah you know her , never listens when i tell her to do something." he hung up the phone , his eyes glaring at you. "you don't fucking listen do you?" his hand came up to your jaw. "i just wanted your attention." your lips already forming a pout. "well now you got it."

"you want to use that fucking mouth so bad , how about you get on your knees and suck me off."

𐙚 : JENO ֶָ֢ !

playful puppy, he loves this — you wanna bite his neck? he's gonna do the same then.

"baby i have to go to the gym." you climbed on to his back. "no." he smiled, trying to shake you off , he already decided he wasn't going when you whined for him not to, but he wanted to play around. "baby please." he laughed, you kissed his neck. "please stay." you wrapped your feet around his waist. "how am i supposed to hold you up like this if you don't let me go to the gym." he felt your nose pressed against his neck. "you're already strong enough." you kissed his neck again , giggling for biting down on. "ow , babygirl." you laughed in his ear. "that's funny?" you nodded. "okay." he said , and before you could register, he was throwing you on the bed , holding your hands together. "it's my turn." he held your kicking legs down , his face dipping into your neck , biting down. "jeno." you squealed. "i won't go today baby." he said licking the bite mark, you whimpered— he smirked.

"I'll stay here and fuck you instead."

𐙚 : HAECHAN ֶָ֢ !

little perv will let out a moan— but in his defense you bit his sensitive area, how do you expect him not to.

"go go— fucking go!" you boyfriend shouted into the mic, you hated when he got riled up while playing the game. "yah, lee jeno are you fucking stupid, i said go!" you kissed the back of your teeth, sitting your phone down, climbing off the bed. "haechannie." you pouted, he looked at you for a second going back to the game. "baby hold on." you ignored him, sitting down on his lap. "baby, baby i can't see." he moved he's head around your body. "fuck off jeno , yn is sitting here that's why." you got comfortable on his lap. "stop all that cursing." you kissed his mole, he smiled. "m'sorry baby." he said. "i know you hate it, I'll try and stop." you kissed another mole, the one closer to his jaw, he let out a low sigh as you reached his jaw. "ju-just play the game." he stuttered into mic as you kissed each mole on his neck— finally you bit down, and he let out a moan. "ew dude are you fucking on the mic?" you laughed hearing his friends freak out. "shut the fuck up, don't be mad im getting some and you arent." you could feel his cock chubbing up in his sweats. "are you hard haechan?" he kissed the back of his teeth, in a duh tone.

"if you don't get up and get on that bed now, everyone is gonna hear me fuck your brains out."

𐙚 : JAEMIN ֶָ֢ !

jaemin is unpredictable, he could just laugh it off , or he's gonna bite you back , but in the most extra way , lets go with the second way.

"baby." he laughed feeling your nose on his skin. "what are you up to?" you giggled , he knew you so well. "nothing." you said , quickly attacking his neck. "i knew you were up to something." he smiled , letting you biting his neck a few more times , before quickly flipping you over. "jaemin." he smiled down at you. "what baby?" he cooed. "didn't you bite me first?" he said , before biting your cheek playfully. "jaemin!" you squealed, laughing. "im just getting you back." he held your hands together, moving to your exposed stomach, bitting down. "just getting my revenge." he said , keeping his eyes on you as he came down to your bare legs , you sighed as he spread your legs open , kissing your inner thigh, the tone definition shifting. "jaemin." you felt his teeth nipping at your sensitive inner thigh. "fuck." you whimpered. "i can see your little clit twitching." you moaned.

"shh shh baby this is payback, let me eat your pretty pussy."

𐙚 : CHENLE ֶָ֢ !

curses a few times because you did just bite him — but he's not mad at it, he actually likes it quite a bit.

"ow shit." he looked at you perplexed, why the hell did you just do that? "you bit me!" you laughed , you loved your dramatic boyfriend so much. "you bite me and now your laughing." he scoffed. "what if i bite you back." you shrugging. "go ahead." you said. "I like that." he scoffed. "if course you do." he gripped the back of your neck , to keep you from biting him again. "you do too , dont pretend that your cock isn't hard right now." you broke away from his grip, bitting him again. "fuck." he grunted. "try not to cum." you giggled, just pissing him off more. "says the slut grinding down on his my leg." you tried to bite him again but he was faster, gaining control again. "didn't i say stop?"

"it was cute the first time, now you're pissing me off."

𐙚 : JISUNG ֶָ֢ !

why did you do that? and why did he like it? is all he thinks, he's so confused.

sitting in his lap , watching him play games on his phone , occupying your time by scrolling on tiktok , playing with the necklace dangling on his neck. you came across a video of a girl biting her boyfriends neck to get his reaction , sparking an idea in your bored mind. turning the camera on, brushing your nose against your boyfriend's neck, smiling when you saw his hands stop moving. "baby what are y— ow." hissed when you bit down. "why'd you bite me?" you laughed hearing his confused tone. "baby." you felt the shift in his attitude. "fuck i liked that too much." he groaned, you giggled whispering in his ear. "you're on camera." he threw his phone to the side, his cock throbbing in his sweats. "turn it off , before you won't be able to post it." you felt his hands travel to your ass. "why is that?"

"because it'll definitely pick up the sounds of me fucking you."

©️LUVYENI

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months

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●Adam Cole x Reader●

Summary: You and Adam turn on Max at World's End.

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"You got this Max. I believe in you."

I am standing infront of Max cupping his face with my hands looking at him. He looks at me with worry written on his face.

"You think I can? Even against Samoa Joe?"

"Yes! Look at all the other people you have beaten to keep your title! You are the longest reigning champion! You got this!"

"Y/N... I...I appreciate everything you do for me. You have no idea. There is something I need to tell you."

As soon as I go to say something, there is a knock at the door. I turn to look at the door.

"MAX YOU ARE ON IN ONE MINUTE!"

"You better get going!"

I turn back around looking at him. He grabs his robe and title, kiss my cheek than walks out of the locker room. I pull out my phone and text Adam asking if he is ready to go. A few minutes go by, Adam walks into the locker room with a big smile on his face.

"Hi honey!"

"Hi Adam!"

He grabs me into a hug and I smile as he lifts me up while wrap my legs around his waist. I look at him putting my arms around his neck and his hands grab onto my butt.

"You ready for tonight baby?"

"We get to reveal both of our secrets tonight. Of course I'm ready."

He puts me down just in time with Roddy coming around the corner looking at us confused.

"What is going on here?"

"We are getting ready to go out for Max's match. Shouldn't you be getting ready for something?"

I make a shooing motion at him and he rolls his eyes looking over at Adam.

"We still doing this tonight?"

"Doing what?"

I look at Roddy acting confused.

"That's all you Adam. Bye."

Roddy leaves quickly and I giggle at him looking at Adam. Adam shrugs his shoulders.

"He doesn't know I'm in on it, does he?"

"Nope. Didn't tell anyone. It's gonna be a surprise to everyone."

"Good. Now let's go out there."

We leave the locker room and make our way to gorilla.

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Adam and I are at ringside hitting the mat cheering on Max.

"Cmon Max! You got this!"

Joe catches him in a headlock setting up for The Kokina Clutch but Max runs into the corner, flips over Joe and pins him. Joe kicks out and catches him in the Kokina Clutch. Max is kicking around trying to get out. Me and Adam hit the apron yelling.

"Nooo! Max!!"

Max stops moving, the ref lifts his arms and it falls. The ref does it again and his arm just falls again.

"Cmon Max!"

The ref lifts his hand slowly, let's go and it just drops like dead weight. I gasp, grabbing some of my hair on the side of my hair leaning on the apron shocked and Adam is smacking the apron in anger. Joe grabs the title, celebrates a little than leaves the ring. I climb into the ring checking on Max and Adam kneels down next to me.

"Max, you did amazing."

Max sits up looking at both of us holding his arm.

I gasp standing up seeing the Devil's Henchman walking towards the ring. I help Adam stand up and Max is standing infront of us defending us. One guy grabs Max by his arms, one grabs Adam by his arms and one puts his arm around my neck making me watch. Another one comes in with a steel chair in hand facing Max.

"Don't hit him! Hit me instead!"

I look at Adam than back at Max. They are yelling not to hit each other. The guy with the chair turns to hit Adam and the lights go out. When the lights come back on, Adam is sitting in the chair and I am standing behind him with my hands on his shoulders. I smirk looking at Max. The guys take off their masks revealing Mike Bennett, Matt Taven, Roderick Strong and Wardlow.

"Y/N! Adam! How could you do this to me?!"

He gets up walking towards us and I look back at the guys behind me motioning for them to attack him. They attack him and Wardlow hits him with a powerbomb. Adam pulls out the Devil's mask and holds it up as I evilly laugh behind him. Adam stands up and walks over to Max throwing the Devil Mask on his chest. I walk up next to Adam looking down at Max than up at him.

"Oh Max. One more thing."

Adam grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses me hard. Roddy looks over at us shocked. He pulls back and starts laughing at the crowd booing us. I look back at Roddy and smile a little seeing his face. We all climb out of the ring and make our way to the top of the ramp. We pose at the top as the crowd boos us even louder. Adam grabs my waist and kisses me hard again while Max is sitting in the ring looking up at us. I pull back looking at Max in the ring and I wave my fingers at him smirking. The lights go dark and we make our way to the back. What a way to end the year!!

THE END!

#aew imagine #imagines #wrestling imagine #writing #aew dynamite #aew fanfiction #aew fic #aew worlds end #adam cole imagine #adam cole fanfiction #adam cole fic #adam cole #mjf aew #mjf #aew #fanfiction #charley's fics

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widowsistersandfriends · 1 year

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Battle of the Best

Request: "Can you do a fic where the reader is teasing Yelena about how ticklish she is. And then claims to not be ticklish, but is only is certain spots? Btw, really love your fics."

Note: Thank you for this fic request and the kind words! I'm sorry it took so long but I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1464

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“I’m booooored…” you complained, lying across the couch in the living room of the Avenger’s Compound.

“Y/N, why don’t you keep Yelena company? She’s bored too and I have some work to do, so I can’t entertain you two children,” Natasha suggested in a teasing tone.

“We are not children,” Yelena interjected, as she had just entered the room.

“Uh huh,” Natasha said, quirking an eyebrow.

“C’mon Y/N, Natasha has made me your babysitter for the day,” Yelena said, grabbing your hand to lift you off the couch.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Well, since we’re two children, we’re going to the park today,” Yelena declared, as you giggled.

“The park? Where all the little kids are?” You asked skeptically.

The blonde nodded, quickly escorting you out the door.

A short walk later you arrived at the playground area, which was recently renovated. Luckily for you two, there were no people or little kids at the playground.

“Oh look, they added gymnastics bars!” You said excitedly.

“Wanna have a competition?” Yelena said, a small smirk forming on her face.

“Whatever it is, you know I’ll beat you at it,” you retorted back.

“We both hang from the bar and see how long we can stay on. Whoever stays on the longest wins,” Yelena explained.

“How is this a competition exactly if we know I’m gonna win?” You asked, with a cheeky little grin.

“The catch is…you can do anything to make the other person fall,” Yelena added.

“Pffsh, okay blondie. That won’t help you win you know,” you said cockily.

“We’ll see you little butt,” the blonde replied.

“You go first,” you said to Yelena.

“I’ll set the world record for longest hold,” the blonde assured you.

Yelena clung onto the bar, hanging loosely without her feet touching the ground. You started the timer and it began counting up. You slowly walked over to the blonde, smirking evilly.

“I know you think you have this in the bag, but I have a trick up my sleeve,” you said, grinning in her face.

“And what would that be?” Yelena asked.

You wiggled your fingers teasingly, as the blonde’s eyes widened and she shook her head frantically.

“Y/N, NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Yelena shouted.

With that, you began tickling her armpits, making her thrash around and laugh. She was stubborn, and you knew she wouldn’t give in so easily.

“I’LL NEHEHEHEVER DROHOHOP,” she shouted, as you giggled at her reaction.

“My goodness, you’re so ticklish. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this sensitive,” you teased, which only made the blonde blush and laugh harder.

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE,” she laughed, kicking her legs to try to keep you away.

You quickly grabbed her legs, yanking both of her shoes and socks off to expose her bare soles.

“Uh uh uh, no kicking,” you said teasingly, while you began to rake your nails over her soft feet.

“NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE,” she squealed, still barely holding on to the bar.

“You might set a record, but instead you’ll set it for being the most ticklish person on earth,” you teased,” as she just shook her hand and continued to laugh hysterically.

You tickled underneath and between her toes, knowing this was a sweet spot. The blonde let out a shriek of giggles, as you eventually released her foot. Yelena was still holding on by a thread.

“Not giving in are you?” You asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Never,” she said breathlessly.

“Really?” You asked, now squeezing away at her sides, which she immediately went to protect, as she dropped down on the soft surface beneath her. You followed her down, quickly pinning her arms and continuing to tickle her sides.

“Y/N! STAHAHAHAP IHIHI ALREHEHEADY DROHOHPPED,” she cried out, as you just shrugged and continued tickling her. Eventually you let her go, having mercy on the cocky blonde.

“You..are..such…a jerk,” Yelena managed to get out, still breathing heavily and recovering from the tickle torture.

You looked at the timer and saw that she had lasted 5 minutes.

“You really think this will be in the record books?” You asked teasingly, as Yelena retorted by giving you a soft poke on the side.

“Nice try, but I’m not ticklish,” you said, giving the blonde a side squeeze, which earned you a yelp.

“Sure, Y/N. I totally believe you. Now get up on that bar,” Yelena insisted.

You hoisted yourself up, hanging the same way the blonde did. You had decent arm strength, so lasting more than five minutes seemed like a piece of cake for you.

Yelena immediately picked up your feet, taking off your shoes and socks the same way you did. She began to scribble up and down your feet, expecting the same reaction out of you that happened to her. However, you didn’t feel a thing, much to your pleasure.

“Nice try blondie. I told you I wasn’t ticklish and you didn’t believe me,” you said, rubbing it into your face.

“Y/N, everyone is ticklish and has a secret spot. I’ll find yours,” she said evilly. Part of you panicked inside but you would never let that show. You tried your best to concentrate and block any other sensation on your body.

Yelena moved up, lightly tickling your calves, knees, thighs, and even your hips and sides. None of those spots even got you to crack a smile, much to Yelena’s frustration.

“What can I say? I have nerves of steel,” you said triumphantly.

Yelena rolled her eyes, but was determined to not give up. She slowly moved her fingers up to your ribs, pausing for a second, before digging her fingers between your ribs. Your eyes widened, not expecting this sudden, overwhelming sensation. You clamped your mouth shut, desperate to not let out any giggles. Unfortunately, Yelena was a spy and could pick up on even the smallest of details.

“Oh? Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you…ticklish?” The blonde teased, digging in between even more aggressively, causing you to jolt.

“Y/N, just laugh. You know you want to,” Yelena said.

“N-n-ehehverrr!” You replied, letting a small giggle slip out.

“I heard that Y/N. Come on, I’m only gonna get you worse if you resist,” Yelena said evilly.

“Yelena! Stop tickling mehehehee!” You giggled, as fingers sped up.

“Nah.” With that, she dug in full force into your ribs, causing you to shriek with laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” You squealed, as Yelena grinned at you.

“Silly Y/N, that’s the point. It’s supposed to tickle for super sensitive people like you,” Yelena teased.

“IHIHIM NOHOHT SUPEHEHER SENSIHITIHIVE,” you shouted, desperate to drop down.

Yelena moved up to your armpits, earning a whole new fresh wave of laughter.

“IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you screamed, as you dropped down from the bar, Yelena catching you before you hit the ground.

“Thanks,” you said, as Yelena smirked evilly.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said, as she pinned you on your stomach.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Yelena asked.

“Nowhere! Now let me go!” You said, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere.

You felt the blonde slip her hand underneath your shirt, as she began to softly rake her nails over your back. You lost any and all control.

“OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEHEASE ENOUGH!” You cried.

“You can never have enough tickles, Y/N. Plus this is what you get for lying you little brat,” Yelena commented. Her nails continued to torment over your upper and lower back, making sure to dip into your sides and the back of your ribs. Your feet kicked in desperation, as the blonde began to tickle the back of your neck, one of your weakest spots.

“PLEHEHEASE LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO AHAHAHA IHIM GONNA PEHEHEEE,” you shouted, as Yelena finally let you up.

“This will teach you to one, not lie, and two, don’t think that you can beat me in any competition,” Yelena said teasingly.

“You’re still way more ticklish than me,” you retorted with a playful glare.

Yelena raised an eyebrow and moved towards you again.

“WAIT NO! I TAKE IT BAHAHAHCK!” You scream-laughed as she gave you another quick rib tickling.

“Oh my gosh, that spot is bad,” you whined.

“That’s a good thing,” the blonde responded, as you rolled your eyes.

Yelena checked her timer and realized it had been running the whole time.

“Guess that means I win,” you said cheekily.

“No it does not! You definitely fell way before me, I just didn’t stop the timer,” Yelena said.

“Guess that means we’ll need to have a rematch, right?” You said, as you both shared a grin, and the blonde nodded in agreement.

With that, round two of tickles and laughter began, and you two were definitely no longer bored.

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simplee-dreaming · 11 months

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Ticklish Trainee

A/N: First story for a while. Short but sweet so hope you like it!

Word count: 577

Summary: Wanda uses your weakness against you.

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You flop down on the sofa, groaning into a cushion, which makes Wanda giggle.

“What’s up, doll?” She asks, stroking your hair.

“Barnes.”

“Ah,” Wanda grinned, “upped the pace, did he?”

“He seems to think I’m on his level. I can’t compete with that beast,” you rolled onto your back and groaned again.

“Well he must think you’re more capable than you think.”

“Not true. I’ve seen him big up Sam even though Sam is nowhere near his level.”

“Don’t let him hear that,” Wanda giggled again. “Do you want to switch training partners? Maybe Steve is a better choice?”

“Steve is worse. All I have to do is poke the punching bag and he’ll ask if I hurt myself.”

“But you could really injure yourself from a single poke!” Wanda gasped.

“Shut up,” you chuckled.

“No but seriously! Imagine the damage!” Wanda exaggerated, poking your sides to make a point.

“Hey! Stop that!” You squirmed.

“Not until you prove your worth,” Wanda pinned you to the sofa and started squeezing your sides and ribs. You arched your back and cackled.

“NOHOT FAHAIR!”

“Villains aren’t fair. Now come on Y/N, try and fight me!”

You thrashed your arms around trying to push her off but she wouldn’t budge. Instead, she grabbed your wrists, pinned them above your head and nuzzled her face into your neck.

“WHOA HEHEY NOHO!” You squealed. Wanda’s laugh sent further vibrations to your neck and you kicked your legs in response.

“Ooh bad spot?” Wanda blew multiple raspberries on your neck whilst letting go of your wrists to tickle your armpits. You screamed and thrashed but her bodyweight kept you pinned.

“Cootchie cootchie coo…” Wanda teased in your ticklish ear. Seeing her laugh at your reactions somehow made everything 10x more ticklish. She sat back up to claw at your tummy and sides which made you buck.

“AHAHAHA NOHOT THERE!” You screamed as she kneaded your hips. But she just smirked at you as she continued tickling.

“Do you mind not killing my trainee?” A voice came from the door.

Wanda stopped and you both looked over to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe.

“I just wanted to see if she could protect herself. But I think we know the answer…” she squeezed your side again and you shrieked.

“Y/N…you’ll never get anywhere if you’re this ticklish,” Bucky sighed but a hint of a smile formed on his lips.

“I can’t help it!” You protested.

“Alright well we’re gonna have to train you out of it,” he replied.

“How?”

“By tickling you until you become immune..” he nodded at Wanda and she turned back to you, smirking evilly.

“Nononononono…” you protested but Wanda had already gone back to tasering your ribs.

You were so distracted by that sensation that you didn’t even notice Bucky sit on your legs.

“WHAT THE F-” you screamed as Bucky tickled your feet. Wanda laughed at your shock and the two of them tickled you in every weak spot they could find until you physically couldn’t take anymore.

“Alright sprout,” Bucky got off of your legs, “See you tomorrow in the training room. You’re gonna need to rest before I get you again…my ticklish trainee,” he winked and your heart fluttered.

Wanda got off you too and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“Oh Y/N, you are so screwed..” she chuckled.

You giggled, knowing full well you were going to enjoy training from now on.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #ler!wanda #lee!reader #ler!bucky

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sunflowernoodles · 1 year

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Rough Day

There’s a disturbing lack of lee Sero fics and He is one of my favorite characters and I will not be having that. I really liked writing this one and I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Sero

Ler: Bakugou

Ships: bakusero

Sero hadn’t been having the best day. It started with remembering he forgot about last night’s homework when he woke up so he was rushing to get it done in the morning and get ready. So while he was panicking in his room he stubbed his toe on his desk. His morning just got better from there.

He didn’t finish the homework, Aizawa gave him permission to finish the homework and turn it in later, though it would effect his grade a little. Then at lunch he dropped his tray while he walked to his friend groups lunch table. Gym class just left him all sore and tense the rest of the day.

Bakugou, being the lovely boyfriend he is, offered to hang out with Sero, and maybe help him with today’s homework too. Once they finished that, they just laid in Sero’s bed, Sero half laying on top of Bakugou with his head resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Sero gradually relaxed as Bakugou played with his hair. The last thing Sero ever expected from Bakugou was for him to be a huge softie, but he could admit right now after the day he had it was nice.

Bakugou absentmindedly ran his nails down Sero’s bsck, meaning for it to be comforting but Sero shuddered slightly and rolled his shoulders a little, “Quit that.” Sero said quietly but made no other attempt to shoo Bakugou why.

“What? Why?” Bakugou asked, looking down at the top of Sero’s head, continuing to lightly run his hand over Sero’s back. Sero just groaned.

“Because I’m tired, now stop ihiHIT-“ Sero giggled out in surprise and quickly clapped his hand over his mouth as Bakugou’s hand crept too close to his ribs.

Bakugou stared down at Sero before repeating the action, making Sero jump and cling to him. Bakugou took a second to realize but when he did he just smirked, “Someone a little ticklish? Huh? Is that it?” He teased, gently skittering his nails over Sero’s ribs.

“Dude, shuhut uhup.” Sero giggled, attempting to knee Bakugou’s leg. All he got was a look from Bakugou and a small pinch to his side.

Sero, in a moment of panic and quick thinking, rolled off of Bakugou and onto his back next to him. He felt smart for about five seconds until Bakugou quickly sat up and pinned Sero down by his waist, Sero letting out a little sound of surprise.

“Well, I’ll be honest, I was not expecting this.” Sero nodded, looking up at Bakugou as he just evilly smirked down at him. Sero’s eyes widened a little as a slight pink spread across his face.

“B-but uh, haha, you got me. Good one, Babe.” Sero laughed nervously, trying to move Bakugou away. But Bakugou just gently held his hands, tilting his head to the side with an amused grin, “Awe, it’s cute you think I’d waste an opportunity like this.”

Sero couldn’t help the slight nervous, yet excited smile that slipped for a second. He scrunched his shoulders up as Bakugou leaned down next to his ear, “Say red when you want me to stop, okay?” Bakugou asked but gave Sero no time to answer before digging into his sides.

Sero threw his head back against his pillows and a stream of loud cackles erupted from him, “BAHAHAKUGOHOU NAHA, WAHAHAHAIT!” He kicked his legs out behind Bakugou.

“Wait for what?” Bakugou asked playing dumb, squeezing around his boyfriends sides randomly and getting a few small snorts.

“YohOUho are suHUCH- such aha jeheherk!” Sero giggled as Bakugou constantly switched up the tickles, not giving him a chance to get used to them.

“Hey now, thats not very nice. Especially since I could be way meaner, you poor, little spider.” Bakugou teased, causing Sero’s face to flush a bright red at the teasing as well as the nickname.

“And honestly, it’s a little funny you called me a jerk but you haven’t even tried to pretend to ask me stop, isn’t it?” Bakugou questioned, leaning down to Sero again. “I actually think you may like getting tickled until your brain goes all fuzzy and you just have to lay there and laugh yourself silly.”

Sero’s face was beyond red at that point, Bakugou wasn’t even tickling him too aggressively anymore, just too flustered and embarrassed to get out a coherent sentence, “IhihIHIT- NAhahaHAha! Bahahabe!”

Bakugou chuckled, “Babe? That all you can say? Am I right? You want me to tickle you until you’re a big, laughing, blushing mess?” He asked, satisfied with his mess of a boyfriend.

As Bakugou suddenly squeezed Sero’s thighs and his laughter became louder and more frantic, Sero tapped his knees, “OKAHAY! RED! REHEHED!” Sero spoke through his now hiccupy laughs.

Bakugou immediately let up and climbed off of Sero. He lightly cupped Sero’s face to wipe away the few laughter induced tears from his boyfriend’s face. “You feelin’ better?” He asked, getting a small nod in return.

“Mhmhm!” Sero giggled slightly as he attempted to catch his breath. “Thank you, I think I needed that.”

“Yeah, I know. I still thing you like being tickled, you tomato.” Bakugou pointed out and Sero let out a small flustered whine.

“Whatever, I might. Shut up.” Sero playfully shoved Bakugou then sighed a little as he relaxed again.

Sero knew he’d still have bad days after this, but if this was how it got dealt with, then he could get through it. Bakugou knowing he likes being tickled didn’t sound the worst either.

#lee!sero #ticklish!sero #ler!bakugou #bnha tickles #sfw tickles #tickle fic

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Chapter 12: When the Kingdom's Rule Ends! The Flag of Faith Flies Forever!

(episode 89)

"He's not here!"

"Which guy?"

"That guy!"

"That guy?"

"That tin bastard!"

"Ahhh! That bastard! I'll find him right away, and finish him off!"

"Little girl?"

"Shh."

"What's going on here? What have they done... to my castle?!"

"Doctorine."

"Hm?"

"He called me... his friend."

When Wapol wasn't looking, Venus went to work in sculpting a crude snow decoy in her likeness. 'Let's hope this'll keep him busy, so I can take care of him,' She thought to herself. To finish it off, she stripped out of her coat, and put it on the decoy. 'Okay, perfect.' She hid across the room behind her hiding place, and shivered at the freezing breeze. 'This better work.'

"Aha! There you are!" Wapol found the decoy. "I'll chew you up, runt!"

She grimaced when he ate the whole thing, coat included, in one huge bite. 'I shoulda thought this through a little more.' She shivered again, her top not providing nearly enough coverage.

Bundled in a spare coat, Nami headed for the door, determined to leave. 'This is no time to be in bed, resting! I should get out of here while Doctorine isn't around! I couldn't take being stuck here for three days.'

"Huh?" Wapol looked up at a door opening, and grinned evilly upon seeing her.

'Nami?' Venus blinked in confusion.

"I got lucky! Looks like I can leave without a problem." She stopped at the railing upon noticing the man below. "Wh-who's this guy?!"

"You must be one of the Straw Hats!"

Nami stared in shock. 'He definitely looks like a bad guy!' Since she was sleeping, she missed the whole attack on the Merry. "No, that's not true at all!" She lied. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about!"

"What?!" His eyes widened in surprise. "I'm wrong?! Really?!"

"That's right! I'm a navigator who's just passing by here!"

'What is she doing?!' Venus thought.

"Oh, I see."

"Well then, see ya." With that, she began walking down the pathway.

"Okay!"

Noticing the look in his eye, she prepared an energy ball, and without a word, shot it right at him; she stifled giggles when he crashed into the wall.

"Hey! Who did that?!" He demanded after recovering. "Show yourself!" He glanced around the room, but didn't see the culprit.

Venus stayed silent, trying to keep her teeth from chattering as she hid. She needed to get it together, in order to defeat him. She couldn't fight while shivering like a Chihuahua.

Upon hearing footsteps, he remembered Nami; that fibber was sneaking away. Behind her back, he shimmied up a pole, and jumped down on the next floor.

'Uh oh,' Venus' eye widened. Her distraction wasn't enough.

"Hm?!"

"Liar!" He started running towards her.

"No!"

"You idiot! Wait!" Venus watched helplessly from the first floor.

"Don't come this way! Go away!" She jumped down a trapdoor at a staircase, and to her relief, her pursuer was stuck.

Wapol kicked his legs, as he struggled to free himself. "Did I gain some weight recently? Then I'll do this: Munch Munch Factory! I'll eat myself!"

Nami watched in shock, as his jaws dislocated, and ate up his own body! "Ah! What's that?!" She backed away, as his tin jaws bounced down the stairs like a ball. "H-he turned into a bucket!"

"Miraculous bone structure shaping technique, complete!" His mouth released the rest of his body; all of a sudden, he was much skinner, and taller. "Slim Wapol!" His threatening eyes stayed on Nami. "I won't let you escape."

"No!"

She ran for the door when he leaped towards her; she was pinned face-down to the cold floor. "I'll eat you first!"

"I found you!" Suddenly, a single kick from Luffy sent Wapol back to the wall. He looked on in confusion, as he approached Nami, joined by Venus. "Huh? Was that he that skinny before?"

"Nice one!" The young witch praised.

Nami turned to him, and noticed something wasn't right. "Ahh!" She shot up, and clocked him on the head. "Luffy... why is my jacket all beaten up?" She calmly patted his shoulder.

"Ahh!" He screamed.

"How much do you think I paid for this jacket?! It was 28,800 berries! And that's the price after I talked them down!"

"I'm sorry, but that guy shot a bomb at me! I couldn't help it!"

A mischievous, scheming smile grew on her face, and she put on a facade. "Geez... but oh well. I'll forgive you. I didn't expect it to come back in good shape when I let you borrow it." He stared on in confusion. "As payment for the damages, you owe triple that amount plus some."

"Triple?!" Venus exclaimed angrily.

"The total is 100,000 berries. Consider it a loan."

"Ahh!" He exclaimed. "Don't tell me you expected this to happen!"

Nami's chuckling was abruptly interrupted. "He's not paying it!" Venus glared.

"Oh, yes he is!" Nami retorted.

"You're being ridiculous! I have a sewing kit! I'll fix it for you!"

"No, Luffy's the one who damaged it! He should compensate me for it!"

"It's an ugly jacket anyway!"

"What'd you say?! Wait, why aren't you wearing one?! What happened to-"

"That's it, you bastards!" Wapol indirectly ended the argument. His eyes widened when he saw Venus between them. "Hey, wait! I thought I ate you! You tricked me, you little runt!"

"You can keep the jacket," She deadpanned.

"Darn! His body sure is made tough," Luffy remarked.

He whipped his hand back to point at the large door behind him. "Look! Believe it or not, this is the arsenal! I'm the only one who has the key to this room. Naturally, there are a wide variety of weapons in here. When I eat them up, and make them part of my body using Munch Munch Shock, you'll witness a horrific human weapon!" He laughed evilly. "Now, be prepared. The door will open! It'll be scary! The key to that horrific door is-" He went to grab the key, but to his dismay, it wasn't on the ring anymore. "Gone!" He stared at them in irritation. "No, this isn't over yet."

Luffy was on alert when he made his escape. "Ah! He's running away! Wait!"

"Stop!" Venus glared, running with him.

Wapol ran up the spiral staircase, with the two close behind. "I've got another trump card."

Now alone, Nami analyzed the "misplaced" key in her hand. "Oh, it's just a key to the arsenal. It would've been nice if it were a key to a treasure room. How disappointing."

"Nami-san!" Sanji came fast-crawling over from the door. "Good! You're safe!"

She knelt down in concern when he stopped at her feet. "What happened?! Why're you crawling like that, Sanji-kun? Are you all right?"

As he blushed, his eyes turned into hearts. "Nami-san, you're that concerned about me?!" He started leaning his face towards the small bit of cleavage peeking out from her shirt. "If I get enveloped in that warmth..."

"Don't!" She smacked his head back down.

"Nami... -san." His limbs fell limp.

"Wait! Wait, wait!"

"Dammit!" Wapol burst through the trapdoor, now with ease. "The upper levels are full of snow too!" He trudged through with irritation. "I won't let them get away with this! I won't! I'll make them experience how great the king is!" He shoved a door open, and stomped inside. "The power of Drum is my power," He muttered, "The power of Drum is my power. I'll use the ultimate weapon of the Drum Kingdom." He walked to a purple tarp, and yanked it off, revealing a huge, mechanical cannon with a crown on top. "The Tin Titan Royal Crown Seven Barrel Cannon!"

As he laughed evilly, Luffy and Venus made it to the room. "We've now cornered you!" Luffy announced. "Be prepared!"

"Give up!" She glared.

"Humph! It's you who are cornered, Straw Hats! Time to get blown away!" Wapol pulled the lever on the cannon... but steam blew out of the bottom. "Huh...?" He glared, and yanked it up and down in frustration.

Venus quirked a brow. "We're waiting."

"Shut up!" A small family of chirping Snow Birds hopped out of the cannon's mouth, the mother following her two chicks out. "A bird's nest...!" He gawked.

"Snow Birds!" Luffy beamed.

"So cute!" Venus gushed, before they both started laughing, and pointing at the cannon.

"How dare you make fun of me!"

By a windowed tree close to Gyasta, some of the citizens from Big Horn gathered where a white rope was tied to the trunk. "I'm surprised to see a rope connected to the castle from a place like this."

"A young man in town found it by accident."

"This place used to be Dr. Kureha's house!"

A mushroom-shaped gondola was riding along the rope, with Usopp, Vivi, Zoro, Dalton, some residents, and the Twenty MDs on board. "This is a great view!" Zoro remarked.

"Yeah," Usopp agreed, "Hey, isn't this a little overcrowded?"

"We can't let Dalton-san go alone when he's injured!"

"We'll fight too!"

"W-well I get it," Usopp stammered, "But we'll never get there like this!" Dalton panted through his pain, as Vivi watched on in concern. "Paddle! Paddle harder!"

"Dalton-san, don't push too hard," Vivi urged.

"Wapol..." He glared ahead, recalling his arrest for calling the "king" out. "To hell with status! To hell with the king!"

In the castle room, Wapol glared up at the mother bird. "I'm the king! I'm the king of the Drum Kingdom! I'm the king!"

"No!" Venus shouted.

He was about to eat the bird, prompting her outburst, when Luffy's hand stopped him. "This is it for you." His grip tightened. "It doesn't matter, if you're a king, or God. It doesn't matter who's great, or who's not great! After all, I'm a pirate."

Wapol laughed behind his hand. "It does matter, Straw Hat! The Drum Kingdom is a member of the World Government." His legs began weakening. "Now listen. This is a world-class offense!"

"Like I said, that doesn't matter, either!" Luffy grinned. "This is my own fight!"

"Y-you damn Straw Idiot! I'll digest you!"

He opened his massive jaws, but Luffy's stretchy fingers kept them from closing. "Try and eat me."

"Not yet! Munch Munch Shock! Tongue Cannon!"

"Ah! His tongue became a cannon!" Luffy exclaimed at the sudden transformation.

"Disappear!"

"Ahh!"

Chopper saw the explosion from down below, but kept his worried feelings hidden.

"Dalton-san!" Vivi exclaimed when he coughed up blood. "Please hang in there! What should we do? Dalton-san! Dalton-san!" She cried. "Dalton-san!"

"I'm... I'm all right," He panted.

"Dalton-san."

His breathing rate was still heavy. "I'll make sure... to end this country! To hell with history!" He fell to his knees, remembering when the horrid doctor hunt first started. "To hell with state control!" He recalled Hiriluk showing relief that the Twenty MDs were actually healthy. "What's wrong with wishing the country to have a heart?!"

Everyone noticed him pull something out of his jacket. "D-Dalton-san, what're you-"

They were taken aback when he wielded a link of red dynamite sticks bearing ominous skulls and crossbones. "Dynamite!" Usopp exclaimed.

"Listen, everyone. When we get to the castle, once I get inside, lay on the ground."

"Are you worried about him?" Kureha asked the quiet Chopper.

"I'm not worried about him at all!" He replied with determination. "He's a pirate!"

Wapol laughed evilly at the new, smoking hole in the roof. "What an idiot! He let his guard down!"

Venus gaped in horror, but smiled when an unharmed Luffy landed right behind his back, grabbing his shoulders. "Actually, that's you."

"W-what?!"

"One, two..."

"What?! What're you gonna do?!" Luffy spun himself tightly, before planting his feet on Wapol's hips. "Hey, let me go!"

"Gum-Gum..." Luffy aimed him upward, "Blowgun!" On cue, he launched him through the very center of the ceiling, knocking the top off. From where he was stuck, Hiriluk's flag almost mocked him from how it blew proudly in the wind. "Stay here." Ignoring Venus' protest, he began climbing up the roof through the hole from the cannon.

"Doctorine," Chopper continued watching.

"Yeah, it seems... that it's finally come. The end of a long nightmare."

"End," Chopper almost whispered, as his mind took him away again.

"This country is sick right now. Its citizens, king, and the government too, are all sick. People suffer from a sickness of the heart. I'll definitely save this country, using medical science one day."

"Get out of here, quack!"

"Never come back!"

"Run, Chopper!"

"Whoa!"

"Ahh!" Wapol screamed when he climbed up the roof.

Luffy punched his hands together. "You'd better be prepared if you're gonna meddle with someone else's skull flag! Gum-Gum..."

"Ahh! Hold on a sec! I'll give you status, and a medal!"

"Gum-Gum-Gum-Gum-Gum-Gum..."

The fight was noticed from the gondola. "Look! There's someone on top of the castle!"

"Witchy-Witchy..." Venus stood further down, but close enough, preparing to give some surprise assistance.

"Doctor," Chopper muttered, "The kingdom is... the Drum Kingdom is... about to fall!"

Wapol screamed in terror when his hands were launching back like rockets. "Then, I'll make you vice king!"

"Bazooka!!"

"Ball!!"

The combined attack sent Wapol flying; Luffy chuckled, as he watched with a wide grin. Then, he realized that he hadn't attacked alone. "Huh? Venus!" He beamed. She returned the gesture, before they shared a high-five. "Yeah!" He cheered with her.

Nearby, the gondola finally arrived on the top of the mountain. "Alright then!" Usopp hopped out once it slowed to a standstill. "I'll go check. Don't worry. You can come back later." Zoro ignored him, as he disembarked. "Ahh, Zoro's going ahead of me again!" He raged. "Serious power, activated!" He ran further ahead of him, not about to be second-fiddled again. "Venus-chan!" By the time they were out of the elevator, Usopp was hiding fearfully behind Zoro.

"Hey, let go!"

"Alright! I got your back!"

Zoro tried to push him off. "Hey, if you're scared, you can come later!"

"Hm?" Luffy looked down, along with Venus, who perked up.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm not scared!" His legs shook. "Because I'm-"

"Luffy, wait!" She called out, but it was in vain. He was already jumping down with an angry battle cry. "Ugh!" She facepalmed, and began to run down to meet them.

"What?!" Usopp exclaimed.

"Luffy!" Zoro gawked.

During his fall, Luffy recognized who he was aiming for. "Ah?! Zoro! Usopp!" Inevitably, he crashed right into them.

Meanwhile, Vivi left the elevator to join the group. "Ah!" Before her was the boys buried in snow, delirious. Luffy straightened up, and laughed sheepishly.

"What'd you do that for, you jerk?!" Zoro shouted.

"Oh, it's you guys! Since I recognized the clothes you're wearing, I thought you were one of them. So you guys came up too." He turned to the sniper, who stood up clumsily. "Usopp, didn't you say you couldn't come up?"

He laughed with confidence. "Don't be silly! If I see a mountain in front of me, I climb it. I'm that kind of guy. But coming up this cliff was quite an adventure."

"We came up by ropeway," Vivi clarified, and he deterred in disappointment, "Luffy-san, are Nami-san, Sanji-san, and Venus-san okay?"

"Yeah, they're fine now," He grinned.

"Ahhh, I'm glad to hear it!"

"Now, get it together," Usopp continued, but was ignored, "We were also attacked by a huge condor on our way! Man, was I surprised."

"I'm glad," Vivi smiled, ignoring the sniper.

"But then I was like, or maybe I should say," Usopp karate-chopped the air with a battle cry, "Just what you'd expect from me." As he stretched his tall tale out, he was ignored.

"So," Zoro turned to Luffy, "What were you doing on top of the castle?"

"I was beating the crap out of the king," Luffy replied, "Venus too."

"Usopp-kun!"

Speaking of which. "Venus-chan!" Usopp exclaimed cheerfully, as she ran out of the castle, and up to him. "Thank goodness you're okay! I- wait, where's your coat?"

She glanced down at herself sheepishly. "I-it's a long story."

She grimaced when he ate the whole thing, coat included, in one huge bite.

"Well, you can't go around like that! Here, take mine."

"R-r-really?" She smiled gratefully through her shivers, as he took it off, and handed it to her. "Thanks!" She pulled it on, and hugged herself. "Still warm," She giggled.

"Oh, come on!" Zoro raged. "You give her your coat, and not me?!"

"She needs it."

"So did I!"

"She needs it more."

At the elevator, Dalton came staggering out, and up to Luffy. "Then as I suspected, the one who flew far into the sky earlier was Wapol! You beat him?!"

"Yep! Me and Venus! Why?"

Dalton stared in awe, as Usopp and Zoro argued. "So what about his top two men?"

"The reindeer beat them up."

"Those two... a reindeer did?"

"Oh yeah!" Luffy raised his hand to the sniper. "Usopp, listen! We found a new friend!"

"Hm?" He turned away from the argument. "What?"

"Reindeer," Dalton muttered in awe, "Reindeer...?" Upon turning, he saw Chopper hiding ineffectively behind a tree nearby. "Blue nose..." He recognized him as the creature he allowed to escape after Hiriluk's death. "You are that reindeer... I see. You've been fighting all this time since then!" He collapsed to his hands and knees in a bow directed to him. "Thank you. Drum will definitely..." He teared up, "Definitely be reborn." Chopper watched silently with caution.

The residents filed out of the elevator. "Ah!"

"Wh-what's that strange creature?!"

"A-a reindeer? No..."

"That's a... m-m-m-mons..."

"Hey, stop it!" Dalton ordered.

"Ahhh!" Usopp screamed in terror. "It's a monster!"

"Usopp!" Venus scolded, as Chopper gaped, then ran further into the woods.

Luffy ran over, and punched his head. "Don't call him a monster! He's the new friend I was talking about!"

"What?! That thing is?!"

"He got shocked, and ran away!" Luffy started going after him. "Wait! Monster!"

"Enough with the monster talk!" Venus yelled after the captain, as he ran off.

"Reindeer!" Kureha and Dalton smiled as they watched. "Hey, wait! Hey! Reindeer! You're my friend! Hey! Reindeer! You're definitely my friend! Hey! Wait!"

"Doctor... this is for the best, right? This is..."

"Wait! Reindeer!"

"No way I'd wait!"

#magical straw hat #one piece #one piece oc #tempeste g. venus #drum island arc #drum island

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broke-art · 2 years

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Red son x reader training

Red son caught your wrists and pinned you against the wall.

"Care to try that again?" He taunted lightly a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You cheated!" You huffed trying to get air back into your lungs.

"I'm a demon, you were expecting me to be fair?" Red son gave you a dubious look.

You jerked your knee upward suddenly in retribution only for Red son to anticipate the move and jump backwards.

You launched yourself off the wall attempting to hit the flame prince only to miss each time.

His fighting style was fast and efficient, not to mention elegant in a manner of speaking. And yet when he hit, it had the force of an oncoming truck. Typically his attacks threw you back wards if you didn't brace properly.

You threw a right hook this time, but Red Son only pulled to the side to avoid the blow. Then you felt him press his leg behind yours and shoulder check you, sending your form backwards and smacking your back against the floor.

With a twist of his ankle he pinned your hips to the floor with his knee, caught your wrists in one hand, and pinned them to the floor above your head.

"Not bad, peasant girl. But not good either." Red son mused unimpressed. "Your form was weak and your punches were sloppy."

"I think I've improved some." You pointed out. "I didn't fall on my face this time."

Red son scoffed.

"Be that as it may, you aren't focusing." He accused leaning closer.

Your breath caught in your throat. You had thought it wasn't obvious. But he could hardly blame you. You swore he wore the black tank top to mess with you.

"Yeah well," you tried to think of a retort. "You have a fascination with pinning me."

The red that painted Red Son's cheeks signalled your victory as he tore himself away and releasing you.

"That is beside the po-"

You instantly took the opportunity to pin him to the floor with his wrists on either side of his head.

"HA! Gotcha!" You cheered victoriously.

Red son's face displayed shock that soon melted into a smug look.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and flitted through your nerves.

"You have a total of 5 seconds to run." He warned.

Your confidence waned momentarily, but you shook off the doubt.

"No way, I pinned you. Technically I win."

Red son laughed evilly before kicking out your knees from under you and rolling you both.

You fought valiantly, but in the end you were pinned beneath him. He grinned then paused when he realized his lips were inches away from yours.

His eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes before a flash interrupted whatever thoughts were going through his head.

Red Son's head snapped upward to see Lady Iron fan leaning against the doorway holding a camera.

"My, my Red son." She mused with an amused smirk. "How forward, have you been speaking with your father?"

In an instant Red Son was on his feet.

"Mother! You- you are mistaken I-"

You sat up only to catch lady Iron Fan's look. She smiled at you while Red Son babbled then gestured to him with her eyes.

Suddenly her intent clicked in your head and you grinned mischievously tackling the fire demon from behind.

Lady Iron Fan giggled evilly and walked away as you pinned his arms behind his back.

"Y/n you little-" Red son growled as you leaned down where he could see you.

Admittedly, you hardly considered it when you pressed a kiss to his cheek. This silenced him effectively. You waited with baited breath hoping he would say something.

But instead, after a few moments of silence he jerked back throwing you off him. But before you could hit the floor his arm snaked around your lower back and pulled you to his chest.

"If you're going to kiss me, you're going to do it properly." He growled with very red cheeks.

With that sentiment he pressed as kiss to your lips.

You tensed slightly in shock but then melted into the kiss.

*Sorry I've been gone but I brought an offering!*

#lego monkie kid #lego red son #jttw sun wukong #jttw #jttw wukong #lego #lego monkie king #lmk #lego nezha #redson #lego fanart #lego fanfiction #lego fandom #lego redson fanfiction

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retro-radio · 10 months

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More stuff for my college au!

Nicky and Diane: *enjoying a bottle of wine and eating a tub full of ice cream while Ted is at work*

Nicky: *covered in coffee* Work sucks sometimes

Diane: *smirks* Amen to that! *eats a spoonful of ice cream*

Nicky: *smirks and downs his wine* He spilt an entire pot of coffee on me!*

-the door opens-

ted: *hanging up his jacket* Honey I'm home! *walks into the kitchen* What are you doing- *Sees Nicky* Roth.

Nicky: *nods in acknowledgement* Theodore.

Ted: *sees the ice cream* That isn't good for-

Nicky: *cuts him off* My patience right now is thinner than your hairline so I suggest you shut your mouth!

Diane: *snorts and pours herself more wine* More stuff! Nicky does this kind of stuff with Mya all the time when she was still a baby! ...sometimes Ted as well

Mya: *sat in her highchair while Nicky is babysitting innocently kicking her legs back and forth* Nicky: *smirks evilly and runs to the fridge and grabs cheese slices* hehehe... *turns to Mya*

Mya: *looks at him innocently and giggles* Bab-

Nicky: *throws the cheese slice at Mya's head and it sticks to her forehead* Hehehe...sorry sweetie. Mya: *giggles and claps her hands* Nicky: *removes it and lets her eat it*

#hello neighbor #college au

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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I love that you get mad/emotional on behalf of the characters bc whenever I write angst or put those guys in situations I giggle like a madman bc I get to inflict pain on my readers ajslsgsksgjdjf

NSNNFBFBFB

I think most of it depends on the situation and like where the angst is coming from, cause sometimes I am giggling maniacally as I write the angst/stress lol

Like every single one of the Makarov chapters was written with me evilly giggling to myself and kicking my feet anytime Makarov got to do something evil, but I think that might be because I lowkey got super attached to his creepy ass while writing him so now he's one of my blorbos (guys I've read like a lot of the fanfics tagged for him on ao3 sjdjjfjfjf)

But like with the current chapters where my focus is primarily on Roach who is my main man and main boy, all of my emotion is going into whats going on with him, so I'm feeling what he's feeling (I'm an empath guys don't worry about it/j)

But yeah I end up getting super anxious/for the characters. I can't remember what chapter it was specifically but there was one chapter that stressed me out so bad that I actually had to force myself to take breaks while writing it because I was getting overwhelmed. And I specifically remember that while I was writing the chapter where Jackson loses his leg that I was like legit struggling to breathe properly while writing it because I was so anxious for him (this was part of the reason he got to live too lol)

I definitely get very into things while writing lol

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange

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xgiannax · 3 years

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Hey can i maybe get a KiriBaku x reader where they find out that she has extremly ticklish feet🥺 by the way love ur fics❤️💚

Hey, ofc you can! And thank you sm 🖤

“Y/n, don’t you-ah!” Kirishima jumped yanking his arm away in response to You pressing your finger to it to shock him.

“Isn’t it cool?!” You exclaimed scooting across the carpet with your socked feet to recharge, heading toward an unsuspecting Bakugou

“Yes it would be cool, if you wouldn’t make a habit of shocking me every five seconds” Kiri grumbled glaring from his spot on the floor

“Katsuki~” you sang reaching out to him, he glanced up from his phone with a bored expression

“What-ouch dammit!” He swiped at you and you dodged him laughing evilly while he rubbed his cheek in pain. You’d recently been fascinated with the idea of rubbing your socks on the carpet to create static electricity. More accurately: you thought it was funny to shock Kirishima and Bakugou when they were least expecting it.

“Eat shit, y/n” Bakugou grumbled glaring harshly at you

“eAt sHiT y/N” you mocked scooting across the carpet once again, but this time Kirishima was one step ahead of you.

“Nah not again, come here!” He grabbed your waist swiftly and yanked you down and into his lap “Ow! How the hell? That’s it-“ he growled at you when you still managed to shock him on the way down, the two of you beginning to wrestle. Which actually meant that Kirishima attempted to over power you while you pinched and slapped at him, laughing at his frustration

“Give them to me, y/n! “ he shouted reaching for your socks again, you laughed swinging your legs around to dodge him

“No! They’re mine, stop- ack!” He caught one of your ankles dragging you across the floor and back toward him when you tried to crawl away. You squeaked kicking in response to him grabbing at your foot to yank your sock off.

“Maybe if you weren’t being so annoying right now-wait are you giggling?” You quickly shook your head, but Kiri smiled at you not believing you

“You are! Bakugou, did you know this?!” He asked over his shoulder, giving you a chance to escape while he was distracted only to caught by Bakugou who smirked at you

“What? That y/n is ticklish? Of course she is, the most annoying people usually are” he threatened, easily dragging you to the floor next to Kirishima. Bakugou positioned your back against his chest trapping you in a bear hug

“Guys! Hey-HEY!” You squealed kicking at Kirishima swiping a finger across your one bare foot, he laughed with you grabbing your other sock and pulling it off despite your protests. Kiri grabbed your ankle, raking his nails down your foot slowly, you clamped your mouth shut trying your best to arch and twist out of Bakugou’s grip. He picked up the speed and you cracked dissolving into frantic laughter, shaking your head

“Listen to that giggle, so cute isn’t it?” Kiri cooed, switching to scribbling under your toes.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHP, YOU SUHUHCK!” You cackled kicking at him with your other foot, he chuckled at you easily catching your other ankle in a headlock.

“That wasn’t very nice, y/n.” He teased wrapping his arm around both of your ankles and looking back a Bakugou “A little help?”

He let you go, smirking and crawling toward your feet making you panic.

“Any last words, looser?” Bakugou grinned at you, making you glare back

“Fuck you-NAAHHAHAH” Your screaming laughter filled the room at the feeling of his nails quickly scribbling across both feet at once, Kirishima’s eyes widened and he laughed along with you

“Whoa! Y/n, why are your feet so sensitive? I think I know my favorite thing to do now” he chuckled reaching back to poke at your stomach which made your laughter go silent, you weakly shook your head trying to roll away

“MERCYYY” you gasped out cackling, and they finally stopped letting you collapse on the floor out of breath

“I guess now she’s done fucking annoying us” Bakugou chuckled at your panting form on the floor

“Shut up, you guys are so mean” they both laughed at you

“Yeah yeah”

#bnha fluff #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #sfw tickles #kirishima x y/n #kiribaku #ejirou x reader #tickle asks #bnha tickles #feet tickling #tickle community #kiribaku x reader #y/n

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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Unspoken Rules (Dr. Stone)

Summary: See above.

A/N: This is the fluffiest, cutest, most romantic anything I've written for a while! Hope you're ready for this one, @skribblz! >:) By the way, I've said it before but I'll say it again here: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FEEL SHY TALKING TO ME. YOU ARE MY BUDDY AND I ALWAYS LOVE CHATTING WITH YOU!! <3

Also, this fic could kiiiind of take place in the same universe as "The Anticipation Game." I unintentionally lined it up to kind of follow that first one, but it can 100% be read as a standalone as well. Either way, enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,182

Modern AU

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“S-Sehehehehehenku, nohohohohoho! Ehehehehehehehe!” Gen squealed. He was currently lying on his back, rolling on the ground while his feet were propped up – and trapped – on the couch in Senku’s tickly clutches.

Senku merely smirked lazily down at him, one knee pinning one of Gen’s bare feet to the cushions while holding on to the ankle of the other, scribbling away at the sole easily. “Heh. Come on, mentalist – you’re not even trying to get away.”

Gen squealed again, covering his face to hide his blush as he giggled crazily into his palms.

“Hey, we’ve talked about this. No hiding your face.”

Gen uncovered it just long enough to stick his tongue out in giggly defiance before hiding again. “Cahahahahan’t do anything abohohohout it up thehehehere, genius!”

“No?” Senku challenged, pulling back the toes of his foot and scratching deliberately at the space between the first two, making Gen arch his back off the floor with a shriek, hands shooting down as he tried to roll over and drag himself away.

“S-Stohohohohohop! Sehehenku!”

“Can’t do anything about it down there, wise guy,” Senku shot back evilly, settling in against the couch cushions, continuing to tickle as if he weren’t even struggling to maintain his hold on his wiggly boyfriend’s ankle. “Guess you’ll just have to take it.”

With a playful shriek, Gen flopped back into his previous position, laughing helplessly for several seconds before it occurred to him that the scientist was wearing shorts just like he was. In a flash he shot out his hand and scribbled desperately along his bare calf.

Senku giggled openly at the contact, but – to his credit – didn’t release his hold on either of Gen’s feet. “Nihihihice try.”

Gen let out a scream of laughter when Senku raked down the arch of his foot as punishment, then gathered up his strength to aim even higher, this time digging behind his boyfriend’s knee.

On instinct Senku curled up, more giggles spilling out of him. “Hehehehey!”

Gen quickly reclaimed the foot Senku had been sitting on, allowing him to shimmy closer to the couch as he continued laughing from his own tickle treatment, grasping Senku’s ankle and tickling his foot just as the scientist was doing to him.

“Oi!” Senku squeaked, finally releasing his grip on Gen to reach down and pry him away. “Get off of—gah!”

Gen grabbed his wrist, pulled him down to the floor as well, then rolled them over so he was on top, straddling Senku while quickly shoving his hands under his arms.

“Hehehehehey! No fahahahahahair!” Senku cried, laughing, squirming on the floor but quickly realizing he wasn’t going anywhere. Thinking fast, he grabbed onto Gen’s thighs and pressed his thumbs in deep, feeling a rush of triumph when his partner shrieked again and shot up to his knees.

“Sehehehehehenku!” Gen laughed, trying to grab one of his arms to pin it out of the way instead, having lost his straddling position.

Again, Senku was quicker. He shot his hands up to Gen’s sides, making him bring his arms in protectively, then kicked his leg out to unbalance him and knock him over, causing the two of them get tangled up momentarily before the scientist regained the upper hand, tickling his thighs once more.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Nohohohohohohoho!” Gen squealed, collapsing on the ground to laugh out his ticklish frustration.

“Face it, mentalist. You can’t win against me in a tickle fight. For that matter, you don’t want to.” Senku chuckled, looming over him with a knowing smirk that made Gen blush so hard his ears and neck went red, too.

He covered his face again, embarrassed but still giggling happily.

“Hey, quit covering your face,” Senku reprimanded gently, reaching up to pry one wrist away as he tickled with the other hand. “I want to see that smile—”

Gen grabbed his wrist again, this time reaching across to his boyfriend’s unprotected side and digging in hard.

Senku screeched, instantly letting up his own attack to defend himself, which failed miserably as he was shoved back against the couch, Gen quickly straddling his lap and digging into both sides unhindered. “AIEEE!! MEHEHEHEHENTALIST, NOHOHOHOHO – MMMPH!!”

Gen crushed his lips into Senku’s, silencing him with a kiss while still tickling wildly against his worst spot, feeling victorious and giddy in a way that made his head spin.

The scientist twisted his head away after a moment, desperate to be able to laugh out loud. “NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NO DEHEHEHEHEATH SPOTS – WAITWAITWAIT!!” he cried, grinning even as he fought against Gen when the mentalist tried grabbing his wrists to pin them behind his head to the couch. “NONONO!! AIIEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! NOT THE NEHEHEHEHCK, YOU INSAHAHAHAHAHANE LITTLE—!!”

Gen gripped his wrists hard, keeping them pinned out of the way while he kissed and nibbled along his boyfriend’s neck and ears, making him squeal in the most adorable way possible, his feet digging into the carpet behind his straddle, completely helpless now.

“Little what, hmm, Senku?” Gen teased, kissing his lips again, absorbing his laughter as he pinned both wrists with one hand, scribbling against his open side with the other. “Insane little what?”

Senku giggled hysterically, squirming against the couch, cheeks pink with mirth and flusteredness. “Yohohohohou insahahahahane mehehehehentalist!”

“Ouch. I’m wounded,” Gen deadpanned with a playful smile, then kissed him again.

For a few long, torturous moments, Senku giggled into his partner’s mouth while struggling to squirm away or even bring his arms down to protect his most vulnerable tickle spot, but gradually Gen’s tickling hand slowed to a stop, and then they were kissing – just kissing – with more and more fervor as the seconds ticked by. Senku wanted to melt into him, but he was more determined not to lose this tickle fight.

As soon as Gen released his arms to cup his face in both hands, Senku ran his fingers through his hair to relax him for just a moment…then dug his fingers up into his armpits.

“WHA-HUUUUH?!” Gen yelped in surprise, clamping his arms down, but it was too late. “SENKU YOU CHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”

Senku pushed him back onto the floor, pinning both arms above his head with one hand as had been done to him a minute ago, digging a single finger into one of his underarms to make him giggle hard but not lose his mind…yet.

“I don’t want to hear it about cheating,” he murmured into Gen’s ear, gradually moving to straddle him. “You went for my death spot. You broke the rules.”

“Whahahahahat rules? There were no ruhuhuhuhules!”

“The unspoken rules, of course.” Senku tickled a little harder. “Death spots are off-limits to give each of us a fighting chance.”

“Y-You mehehehehean to give you a fihihihihighting chance,” Gen shot back through his giggles, knowing he was digging a deeper grave for himself with every word. “Yohohohou cahahahahan’t win unless I leheheheheave your sides alone – AIIEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! WAIT, NO, SEHEHEHEHEHENKU, NO!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh, you’re practically begging for it now, my dearest Gen,” the scientist growled playfully into his ear.

The mentalist’s laughter quickly went silent when Senku used his own kissing technique against him.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #dr. stone #dcst #ishigami senku #asagiri gen #sengen #fluff #cute #romantic #boyfriends #lovers #playful #tickle fight #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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soft--dragon · 3 years

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Rehearsal Mischief

I've got mock exams next week so I won't be able to write for a little bit, but I got this done within a few days for you guys before I have to go study again 💙

I hope you guys enjoy ^^

Word Count: 4,556

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Wilbur strummed his guitar happily, humming the tune to Cause For Concern as his fingers slid into the familiar chord positions. Ash was close by, altering settings on his amp and harmonizing the melody every so often. It was a quiet day in the studio, just Wilbur, Ash and Tommy who was swinging around in his chair slowly. They were waiting for Joe and Mark to turn up to properly rehearse, but they were being delayed another fifteen minutes due to traffic.

"Will," Tommy whined. "I'm so bored."

The humming paused and Ash glanced at the lead singer of Love Joy to see how this would unfold. He’d witnessed the pseudo brothers' antics in action constantly, but almost every interaction started differently but ended the same. He was curious as to how this one would go.

“Then find something to do” came Wilbur’s very unhelpful response making Ash quietly snort.

Tommy tipped back in his chair with a loud groan. “Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilll-”

A hand clamped over Tommy's mouth to muffle the whine, Wilbur’s exasperated but fond grin sent his way. “Shut the hell up child.”

Tommy made sounds of protest behind his hand, then once realizing he was practically unintelligible, he promptly licked Wilbur’s palm.

“EW!” Wilbur screeched, ripping his hand away, waving it like it had been burned as Ash and Tommy burst into laughter. “YOU GREMLIN-! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKER-! TOMMY THAT WAS DISGUSTING!”

Tommy grinned evilly, kicking his feet up onto the soundboard of the studio as he giggled. Ash had taken to leaning against the wall to keep himself upright, he was laughing so hard.

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed and he wiped his hand on his trousers. “You are so feral, holy shit.”

Tommy stuck out his tongue with a sly look, waggling his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t have tried to silence me, bitch.”

“Oh yeah?” Wilbur glared then lunged for the boy who rightfully shrieked, tearing his legs down from the bench to hide from Wilbur’s playful attack.

Ash smiled to himself as Tommy’s childish giggles burst through the room, bubbly and adorable and reserved only for his friends. Tommy was batting at Wilbur's hands that kept slipping through his meager defenses to tickle his belly and ribs.

"WIHIHihihil! Nohohohot thihihis!" Tommy squeaked through his laughter.

"Not this? No?" Wilbur scribbled into his sides making him squirm and laugh loudly.

"Ahahahehehey!"

"Squealy thing today aren't you?"

Tommy's cheeks flushed pink and he ducked his head to hide it, blonde hair falling over his face. "Fuhuhuck yohohou!"

Wilbur giggled fondly, pinching at his ribs quickly. "Nawww, someone getting flustered? Getting all embarrassed and giggly? Aren't you just the sweetest-"

"WIHIhihihil! ShuHUHut ihihit!"

Tommy lifted his head in an attempt to glare at his brother but with his wide grin, sparkling eyes and flushed face, he looked more adorable than intimidating. Wilbur outwardly cooed, lifting a hand to scratch at Tommy's collarbone while the other dropped to his stomach. His mischievous grin only widened at the loud squeak and peals of laughter that burst from Tommy at the conflicting spots, squirming down the chair in hopes of escape.

"What on earth did Tommy do this time?"

Wilbur paused, lifting his gaze to the door where his two other band mates were watching fondly. Tommy immediately shoved Wilbur away and hid his face, giggles still slipping free from his lips.

"He licked my hand, I needed to teach him a lesson in messing with older brothers" Wilbur shrugged, ruffling Tommy's hair and approaching his friends and hugging them immediately. "Took you two long enough to get here."

"We told you there was traffic!" Joe argued indignantly but still hugged Wilbur tightly.

"Excuses" Wilbur tutted but his voice was playful. He drew back and spotted what they were both carrying. "Oh, so that's why you took twice as long, coffee run?"

Mark chuckled. "You could say that."

He slipped one of the cups out of the holder and crouched beside Tommy who was still composing himself. "Got you a hot chocolate mate, Wilbur said you liked the ones from this place."

Tommy blinked then smiled shyly, still giggling as he took the offered drink. "Thanks Mark."

His hair was ruffled gently by the drummer. "You're welcome big man, it's great to have you around again."

Tommy's face, that was just coming back to a normal colour, immediately went pink again.

The amps hummed to life as Wilbur attached the cord connected to his guitar, fumbling with the settings before rising and going to the microphone set up in the center of the room.

He loved rehearsing with the boys, excited to sing and share the music they'd created together. But this was the first time he'd performed the new EP in front of Tommy. His anxiety had faded over the last few hours, only to return at full force when they were setting up. What if he forgot the lyrics? An amp blew? They screwed up?

Or worse.

What if Tommy didn't even like the music?

The blonde had been practically bouncing when they finished their drinks and Joe said to set up the studio. He'd been looking forward to this meet up session for weeks. He was the first to hear their new EP, the songs had been carefully crafted over the months and fine tuned to be perfect. And they were! They were really good! Wilbur knew that.

But he couldn't shake the idea of letting Tommy down. The "what if's" kept circling Wilbur's mind like a buzzard over roadkill, swooping in with a new theory of how it could all go wrong.

Luckily, Tommy had always been incredibly intuitive about Wilbur's emotions. Obviously sensing his nerves, he'd yanked Wilbur aside to talk before he walked into the studio. Wilbur had seen the fiercely protective and loving blaze burn in Tommy's eyes multiple times, but it never failed to warm him inside when it was directed towards him.

"Wilbur, you know I adore your music, I adore everything you've done actually, you're really poggers. I've told you that, haven't I? Yeah. Every time when we call- you're so poggers Wilbur, I'm gonna like the music, no- I'm gonna love it. I'm your biggest hype man, remember?"

His words were so sincere, Wilbur had to hug him for almost two minutes, wondering how on earth Tommyinnit managed to make him so damn soft.

Tommy had smiled reassuringly, promising Wilbur it would go fine as he patted his back gently, rubbing his spine a little as well. Wilbur appreciated it. Tommy always gave good hugs.

Tommy was watching from the sound studio, excited eyes skimming over the different instruments and devices. And as much as Wilbur's brain wanted to come up with the ways the session could go wrong, Tommy's enthusiasm was very contagious. Wilbur found himself smiling every time he flicked his eyes over to his little brother who grinned back.

Wilbur clamped the headphones over his ears, plucking each string of his guitar to check the tuning. "We good to go lads?" He asked into the mic.

Ash and Joe, who were in the studio booth checking the audio, raised a thumbs up.

"We're good on the guitar, but your mic isn't the best Wil" Ash said, altering the settings.

Joe hummed in agreement. "Can you make some noise for a moment so we can test it?"

Wilbur opened his mouth to simply sing a note when fingers dug into his sides suddenly. Wilbur jumped with a squeal, arms slamming down.

"AHAey! Whahat!?" Wilbur gripped the offenders wrists, swinging his head around to stare at a smirking Mark in bewilderment.

"How was that lads?" Mark asked, his hands still on the singer's waist, "did you pick that up?"

Joe chuckled, messing with something on the board. "Yes, but it was still quiet, do mind doing it again so I can test the frequency?"

Wilbur spluttered. "Wha- hang on-"

"Course not!" Mark grinned.

His fingers curled into Wilbur's sides again, squeezing the soft skin with precision. Wilbur doubled over with a gasp, laughter bursting free immediately.

"Mahark! Whahat- thihihis ihihisn't nehehecessary!" He yelped, stamping his foot as he squirmed for freedom.

"It is Wil! You wouldn't want Tommy to not hear your lovely voice would you? We gotta make sure the mic is working!"

Oh god. Tommy.

Wilbur risked lifting his head and caught Tommy watching him, a grin on his face. Wilbur flushed pink, ducking his head to hide his warm face but jolted up with a squeal when Mark pinched at his lower ribs.

"Nohohot thehehere! W-Wahahait!" Wilbur pressed himself into Mark's chest, his cackles making his shoulders bounce.

"Mark could you please get him to a higher pitch?"

Ash's amused voice in his headphones made Wilbur squeak, shaking his head in protest but it was useless. Fast squeezes to his hips made Wilbur arch with a shriek, his laughter jumping octaves higher than normal.

"OHOHOho gohohod! NohOHO! Nohoho fuhuHUck- plehEAHAHEse- MAHAHARK!"

Wilbur's knees buckled, unable to stand the tickling any longer. Mark quickly caught the brunette before he could hit the floor. Wilbur giggled hysterically, holding onto Mark's arms that were wrapped around his chest to hold him upright.

Mark chuckled, looking back to the sound booth where the trio of onlookers were watching fondly.

"That good enough? Or do you need me to do a round two?"

Wilbur's giggles picked up again, curling his shoulders in shyly. "Nohoho Mahahark noho- nohohot agahain" He whined.

Joe's laughter bounced in his ears, followed by his voice; "Nah, we got it, thanks Mark."

Wilbur slumped in his friend's embrace, breathy titters still slipping from his lips as he recomposed himself.

"Thahat was mehean" he muttered, squeezing Mark's wrist gently to let him know he wasn't actually mad.

Mark simply giggled, hefting Wilbur to stand again and nudging his arm with his own playfully. "Well at least your voice is warmed up now."

Wilbur kicked him gently in the shins in response, too embarrassed to come up with a witty retort. At least his anxiety had receded from laughing, but Mark didn't need to know that.

The rehearsal went off without a hitch much to Wilbur's relief. At the end, Tommy couldn't contain himself from bursting into the studio just to hug Wilbur. He rambled excitedly, hugging the other band members too and practically bouncing up and down in pure euphoria as he complimented their music and hyped them up.

The members of Lovejoy would be lying if they said their hearts hadn't melted into goo.

Wilbur was bright red as Tommy hung off his arm, grinning up at him and kept saying how "fucking god tier talented" his older brother was. He had to hug Tommy and repeatedly call him adorable nicknames until Tommy was too flustered to speak proper sentences just to get him to stop.

Both of the Crime Boys were terrible with compliments it seemed.

They piled back into the sound booth, discussing lunch ideas but as a group of indecisives, it was not going well.

“Subway is the way to go” Mark argued.

“Nope, not in this building sir, we’re getting pizza” Wilbur shook his head.

“You can’t go wrong with McDonalds!” Tommy waved a hand but Ash grabbed him and stuffed him in a gentle headlock, making the teen burst into laughter and smack at his arm.

"Chinese maybe?" Ash offered while giving the struggling teen in his grip a noogie, grinning at the giggly protests Tommy made.

“How about we do something a little more diverse?” Joe suggested innocently but his eyes were evil. “Maybe follow the example of Wilbur’s favourite animal and go for ants?”

Wilbur whirled around on his second guitarist with a disgusted look. “Don’t you dare speak to me of those monsters, Joseph!”

Joe cackled loudly at Wilbur's enraged gaze, smacking his leg in his mirth. “Every time! Oh, that’s too good!”

Wilbur grumbled, turning his back on Joe as everyone else laughed. “I’m not talking to you, you’ve lost Wilbur talking privileges.”

“That’s a privilege?” Ash mumbled to Tommy who giggled loudly but quickly smothered it with his hand at the look Wilbur gave him.

Joe laughed, prodding Wilbur in his spine. “C’mon Wil, I was just messing with you.”

Wilbur only crossed his arms firmly with a disgruntled noise.

Joe narrowed his eyes and grinned. “Wil~”

The teasy voice made Wilbur’s stomach fizz, curling his posture a little on instinct. Joe chuckled, prodding his back again but aiming for his ribcage. His grin only widened at the sharp intake of air and flinch from the touch.

“Oh Wilbur~” he cooed. “Stop ignoring me now~”

Wilbur shook his head with a defiant huff but a smile was already pulling at his lips despite trying to stay stone cold.

"Wiiiiiil~"

A single finger trailing down his spine made Wilbur shiver, goosebumps rising on his arms. He refused to crack though, remaining steeled and solid. He merely huffed again, blatantly ignoring his friend.

Joe pouted slightly then narrowed his eyes with a smirk. "How long do you think you can hold out Wilbur? I can do this aaaall day you know~"

He shifted his hands to simply graze his fingertips over the sides of Wilbur's ribs, the brunette's arms clamping down over his hands not doing anything to deter him.

He giggled a little. "Oh? Did that tickle a little too much for you Mr Soot? Couldn't help but try and stop me, hmm?"

Wilbur visibly bit his lip to stop himself from replying, but his ears went red much to Joe's delight. "Nawww, is someone getting embarrassed?"

Wilbur balled his hands into fists, trying not to squirm and give his friend the satisfaction of a reaction and maintain his façade of ignoring him. Every tease, every slight scratch, every shape drawn into his back was slowly but very surely chipping away at Wilbur's resolve. It was taking all of his willpower to not burst into giggles-

"Try his neck Joe" Tommy piped up from where he was slumped in Ash's gentle hold, but he was more resting his weight on the bass player's shoulder at this point.

Wilbur's head snapped around to glare at his little brother but his expression crumbled into a wide smile as Joe's fingers skimmed over the back of his neck. He pushed his face into his hands and finally released a stream of flustered giggles.

"And he breaks!" Joe cheered, skittering his nails featherlight over Wilbur's neck, swiping a few stray fingers over his ears and relishing in the squeak from it.

"Yohou're thahe wohorst!" Wilbur cried, his happy titters making his insult very hard to take seriously.

"You love me though" Joe grinned, slipping a hand to skim under his jaw briefly, the other dropping to scratch softly at his lower back.

Wilbur twisted, a squeak bursting free at the sensations. He was torn between running from, and relaxing into the soft tickling. Then a raspberry buzzed into his neck causing him to squeal and arch his back.

He chose running.

Wilbur dove away from Joe, ducking behind Ash who was his last line of defense at this point. He giggled hysterically into the back of his hand and held onto the bass player's jacket like a child would.

"Ahahash hehe's buhullying mehe!" He whined, trying to control the laughter tumbling out of him.

Ash chuckled, dropping his hand into Wilbur's curls. "Not our fault you're so ticklish man."

Wilbur gave a mock offended, albeit flustered gasp, staring up at his friend. "Ash, I trusted you!"

Hours later, the boys were cleaning up the studio as Tommy unhelpfully whined about having to leave later, sitting upside down in one of the chairs because this kid just couldn’t sit properly.

“It’s just so unfair! I want to stay with you Wilbur! Can’t you call my dad saying you’ve kidnapped me? Mark? You’re a good actor right? It could be a team effort!”

Mark snorted, tousling Tommy’s hair in passing. “We are not calling your father for a fake kidnapping Tommy.”

“Awww c’monnn!” Tommy leaned into his hand and put on his best puppy eyes. “Please Mark?”

“Look away Mark” Wilbur piped up from where he was wrapping up a cord. “His puppy eyes are lethal.”

“Speaking from experience?” The drummer gently shoved Tommy’s head away from him and went back to sweeping up the crumbs on the floor.

Wilbur sighed. “Unfortunately.”

Tommy stuck his tongue out at the brunette while batting at the air after Mark’s hand. “I could make you commit war crimes if I wanted to.”

“Yeah right” Wilbur snorted, turning away and putting the cord in a cupboard. “You don’t have me that tightly wrapped your finger.”

Everyone in the room shared a long look. Tommy definitely did.

“Wilbur, come on please?” Tommy sighed, directing his big blue eyes at his brother.

The singer threw up his hands in exasperation. “I said I’m not committing war crimes!”

Tommy burst into laughter. “Noho! No. No, I don’t want you committing war crimes dumbass, I mean kidnapping me.”

Wilbur pinched the skin between his eyes with a huff. “Technically still a crime, and not happening.”

Tommy puffed his cheeks and glared at Wilbur but his eyes held a genuine sadness that Wilbur felt pull at his heartstrings. He really couldn’t say no to that look, Tommy had weaponized it against him.

He gave a long sigh, rolling his eyes. “If,” he held up a finger with a stern look, “if, your parents are okay with it, and you agree to behave yourself, you can-”

He suddenly had an armful of child who was grinning brighter than the sun itself.

“Yes! Yes I’ll behave- I promise!” He nodded rapidly, eyes shining. “I’m gonna call my dad right now! Thank you Wilbur! Thank you so much!”

He was out of the door before Wilbur could even reciprocate the hug. The man stared after him, lips parted before they quirked to smile softly. Damn kid turning him to goo. He turned slowly to return to cleaning and froze.

His three friends were grinning at him, eyes fond and Joe had his phone out.

“You two are adorable,” Ash smiled.

Wilbur flushed, crossing his arms. “Fuck off, all of you. Joe send me whatever photo or video you took. I want them.”

Joe cackled, pocketing his device. “Sure thing big bro Wilbur Soot-”

Wilbur flipped off his friend and went back to cleaning the studio, trying to shove down a smile.

“Tommy’s not wrong though” Mark hummed. “You really are wrapped around his finger.”

Wilbur scoffed, keeping his face turned away from his friends to hide his growing smile. “Yeah right.”

“Kid’s got you right where he wants you” Joe agreed.

“No he doesn't-”

“Wilbur, the kid could probably ask you for anything and you’d give him it.”

“He asked me to commit war crimes, Ash.”

“Okay something a little more within reason then” the bass player waved him off with a smirk. “Point is, the little guy has got you.”

“Tommyinnit has not got me Ash-”

“You’ve been got” Mark hummed, grabbing a dustpan to gather up his sweepings.

"N-No Mark- I have not been got-”

“Nah, mans has been gotten” Joe smirked, nudging Wilbur on passing.

“I-” Wilbur glared, ears tinged red. “I have not been gotten, got or anything like that, I am strong, I will not bend to the will of a child, I am a big maHAN-!”

Wilbur squeaked, twisting away when he felt a sharp prod at his ribs. Mark giggled, wiggling his fingers at the singer.

“What you are is ticklish, Soot” he chuckled. "And I don't think big men who have been got are ticklish~"

Wilbur stuttered out a protest, crossing his arms and backing away from the duo guitarist. “Mark- no- you’ve already tickled me today-”

“Oh right, I have...” Mark hummed.

“But I haven’t!”

Ash’s arms slipped around his waist and his fingers dug into his belly. Wilbur threw his head back with a squeal, jumping slightly but Ash kept him trapped against him.

“Ahahaey! Ahahash!”

“Yes Wil?” Ash grinned then gently pushed Wilbur onto a chair. He scribbled into his ribs quickly, smirking as Wilbur attempted to curl into a ball.

“N-Nohoho! Ahahash! Dohohon’t- whihIHIY?!”

His feet stamped the floor when Ash’s nails skittered over his collarbone and neck, shaking his head as he hiccuped, scrunching his shoulders up.

“Awww, hiding from me Wil? No chance~” Ash then grabbed onto his legs, quickly squeezing the muscle and chuckling at the high squeal that tore from Wilbur’s throat.

"NOHOHohoho!" He howled, "Ahahahash! Ihihi truhuhusted yohohou!"

"Bad luck Wil" Ash grinned, squeezing up and down his knees.

“Fuhuhuck youHOHOHOU!” Wilbur tried to swivel the chair around to avoid Ash’s ticklish touch, giggling like a hyena.

Ash smirked, swinging the chair back around. “No no no, the other two got plenty of time to tickle you! Don’t be rude Wilbur! I want to tickle you too!”

Wilbur shrieked, batting at Ash’s hands that had gone back to squeezing above his knees and up his thighs. “YOHOHOU’RE THAHAHAE WOHOHORST!”

“Rude much?”

“SHUHUHUSH!”

“No, I don’t think I will~” Ash glanced over to the other two who were smirking as they watched. “Care to hold him still boys? Mans is a squirmer.”

Wilbur flinched back with a fit of high pitched giggles, covering his face and shaking his head. He’d already been subjected to Mark and Joe’s tickle attacks, the idea of all three tickling him at once-

His wrists were gripped and hauled over his head much to his alarm, a loud squeak yipping out of him. Mark winked down at him with a snicker, and Joe sat by his feet, gripping his calves tightly to keep them still.

Wilbur gave a flustered whimper, caving in on himself as he broke into fits of nervous laughter. “N-NO! WAHah-wahahit! Guhuhuys! Nohot all ahat once! Thahat’s soho unfahair!”

"Sucks to suck Soft Boy" Mark snickered, scribbling a hand into his armpit.

Wilbur yanked at his hands with a squeal but Mark held firm, keeping his arms raised above his head.

"Hey Joe, hold onto his legs yeah? I'm gonna give these ribs some attention" Ash grinned then promptly started placing fast pinches into his lower set of bones.

Wilbur sucked his stomach in and arched back, trying to evade the quick fingers on his ribs as he cackled loudly. Mark cooed, scratching from his forearm down to his upper ribs, spidering over his armpit before trailing up to his elbow to repeat the process. His mind couldn't focus on anything but the sensations on his upper body, he couldn't even kick, squirming limited to twisting his torso in the chair.

'At least it can't get any worse than this,' he thought as he laughed so hard his whole body was shaking.

And then Joe squeezed relentlessly at his knees.

Wilbur screeched, thrashing on the chair but unable to find relief from the tickling plaguing his system. The overwhelming tingles sparked and fizzed throughout his body, his laughter squeaking when a bad spot was attacked. It was when Ash had simultaneously started pinching his upper ribs and lower ribs randomly that he started bucking his hips in desperation.

"Wowzers Wilbur, I knew you were part bull because of all the bullshit you say, but bucking is a new feature!" Ash joked, scratching up and down his ribcage with alternating patterns to keep him guessing.

Wilbur had tears pricking his eyes as he laughed hysterically, wishing he could at least hide his face from his attackers.

"It wasn't that funny Wilbur c'mon" Mark grinned, scuttling his nails into his sensitive pits and giggling at the hiccupping protests he got from the action.

"Yeah, your sense of humor is scuffed if you thought that was peak comedy mate" Joe tutted, scribbling underneath Wilbur's knees just to hear him scream like he always did at the feeling.

Wilbur scuffled his shoes on the floor before going limp as he was very quickly reaching his limit. "PLEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAD! GUHUHUYS!"

Ash grinned but thankfully caught his wheezy laughter and drew back, cueing the other two to stop as well. Wilbur's limbs were released, immediately curling in to protect his torso from any further tickle attacks.

"Yohou guhuys ahare soho fuhuhucking unfahahair, hoholy shihit," he whined through his giggles. "I prahay for all yohour downfahalls."

"You could use those as song lyrics" Joe snorted.

Wilbur shoved at his head, glaring but his smile was genuine as he calmed down, rubbing at his stomach to relieve the last of the tingles. Mark's hands dropped onto his shoulders to massage the knots, his pressure light but firm enough to give the desired effect. Wilbur melted into the feeling with a content hum laced with lingering titters. It took almost another two minutes before Wilbur was breathing normally again. He made a mental note to never start a tickle fight with these guys if he wasn't sure he could win. They were all tickle monsters dressed in cozy jumpers and dress pants.

Actually speaking of which..

Wilbur flicked his eyes over the trio of band members, sitting up a bit further and swiveling his chair to be able to look at them at the same time. A moment passed before he broke the silence.

"Okay what is going on with you three?" Wilbur asked. The question had been weighing in the back of his mind for a while. "I get it, I'm ticklish and you enjoy torturing me, but you've been doing this all day. What's going on?"

His band mates shared a look before bursting into laughter. Wilbur blinked at them in bemusement as Mark had to rest his hands on his knees to stay on his feet. The other two weren't better off as they wheezed loudly.

"What?" Wilbur stared, lips lifting a little at their laughter despite his confusion. "What is it?"

"Your back man" Joe coughed an explanation through his tumbling laughter.

The singer blinked. "My…back?"

Wilbur reached an arm behind him and felt something thin and soft brush his fingertips. He managed to snag the end and pull it off, bringing the item in front of him. It was a sticky note.

"I don't understand" he lifted his gaze to the other three who were managing to somewhat compose themselves.

"Other side" Ash grinned, wiping a tear from his eye.

Wilbur raised a brow and flipped the paper over. His stomach dropped and his eyes widened at the words.

Tickle me!! I'm an anxious crime boy and I need to laugh! :D

Wilbur's face was red, he knew it was, and not just from the soft coos from his friends commenting on it.

"W-When- when-" he stuttered and tripped over the word.

"Almost all day man" Mark spluttered through his giggles. "Someone decided to stick it to you when you were worried about rehearsing this morning."

Mark had barely finished his sentence before Wilbur leapt up from the chair and bolted through the door, hollering at the top of his lungs.

"TOMMYINNIT YOU ARE A DEADMAN!"

The remaining members of Lovejoy really did fall to the floor in laughter as they heard the muffled, shrill scream followed by hysteric cackling from a teenager who was most certainly going to pay for his harmless prank.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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It’s Only Fair

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Minor Spoilers for RE8: Village

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: It’s all fun and games while Corpse is simping over Lady Dimitrescu, seeing as how Y/N herself isn’t immune to that woman’s charms. However, things get ‘serious’ when Corpse has to deal with his girlfriend making heart eyes at the hammer wielding final lord - Heisenberg.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for this incredible request - it hit close to home, not gonna lie hehe. Thank you so much for the opportunity you gave me with this request, I had a ton of fun turning it into a fic and I hope you have at least half as much fun reading it! Love, Vy ❤

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Heisenberg remind you of Lucas from the seventh game? I don’t know, all this speakers communication is giving me flashbacks I’m not too fond of. That guy traumatized me.“ Y/N shudders in her seat from where she’s observing Corpse’s gameplay while keeping tabs on the speeding chat, answering as many of the comments as she can.

“No idea. Never played the game.“ Corpse wheezes out, feeling the pressure’s on and working up a little bit of a sweat seeing as how this is the last lord he’ll have to battle before probably having to square up with Mother Miranda. The fact he’s running low on ammo has been stressing him out but luckily he has Y/N there to comfort him every time. She doesn’t even need to use words to do so or even ask him what’s wrong - just placing her hand on his knee allows him to feel relaxed and as though everything will be alright even though it probably won’t be if he doesn’t collect some money, ammo or supplies for making ammo soon.

“Wooow, fake fan, huh?“ Y/N pokes his side teasingly, “No, nevermind, I know exactly why you chose to play this, skipping all the previous ones in the process.“ She prods on, continuing to mess with Corpse who gives her a side-smile after having held on a still face for such a long time, features frozen in his focused and on-edge state.

He rolls his eyes, deciding to play her game, “Oh yeah? Why do you think that is?”

She scoffs, “Maybe cause thee other games don’t have 9ft tall vampire ladies? I don’t know, I’m just shooting in the dark here.” She delivers another poke to his side, giggling devilishly as she does so.

Corpse quickly takes hold of her hand, murmuring: “Maybe...” under his breath before bringing it to his lips and giving her knuckles a kiss.

Y/N wiggles her hand free from his grasp, mock-offended by his words, “Knew it! I freaking- Whoa, hello there, sir.” She cuts herself off as the game enters into a scripted cutscene, showing off the final lord in all his glory. “Who is you?”

“Y/N, Heisenberg. Heisenberg, Y/N.” Corpse laughs, “I forgot you missed the episode where he was first introduced.”

“Damn do I regret that now.“ She whispers, eyes glued to the game instead of the screen of her laptop where she’s been fetching comments flying by. No one can blame the girl, she’s got a justified reason to be distracted. “Wish we met sooner, Mr. Heisenberg.“

Corpse finds his jaw on the floor in an instant as his head snaps to face his girlfriend, “Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Y/N frowns, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend as she finally brings herself to tear her eyes off the screen where now the game has been paused. “What? You now get to complain? After I didn’t say shit about you drooling all over Lady Dimitrescu? It’s only fair I get my own simp-worthy subject, don’t you think?”

Corpse rolls his eyes, “This deal doesn’t seem like it’ll benefit you much - I get a hot, classy and rich vampire lady and you get...” he motions at the screen, his face twisting in a displeased expression, “...him.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll be perfectly benefited, don’t ya worry.“ She shoots him a wink, cackling quietly yet evilly at the shock-disappointment het comment is met with on her boyfriend’s part. “What?“ She asks though laughter, “He’s hella hot!“

“Ok, that’s it.“ Corpse gets up, pushing the desk chair Y/N’s sitting in forward, rolling it on its wheels towards the door, “You’ll be in exile until this chapter’s done with. I can’t have you simping all over the place, it’s bad for business. I mean, if you fall for guys who look like him, God knows what people will think I look like.“

“Well, you do need a shower but...“ Y/N comments through a fit of giggles, kicking her legs as to get up and off the chair but by the time she’s able to react, he’s already rolled her out in the hallway and shut the door of the recording room behind himself as though she can’t just open it and walk back in. Which is exactly what she does, much to his dismay - but she only pokes her head inside, “You’re right, it’s bad for your image, so I’ll clarify.“ She clears her throat, raising her voice as for it to be picked up by Corpse’s mic from across the room, “The two men in question don’t look at all alike, folks! Heisenberg is way hotter than Corpse!“

“OUT!“ Corpse shouts, sounding as threatening as he can while laughing his ass off alongside Y/N who has followed his ‘order‘ and stepped out in the hallway where her laughter can still be heard. “Guess the longer I don’t shower, the hotter I’ll appear to Y/N. Remind me to buy myself a cape as well. Wonder how much factories cost around the West Coast...“

“COPYCAT!“ Comes Y/N’s shout from outside the door, causing Corpse to break out in another fit of laughter.

Never did Corpse think he’d be trying to cop the ranks of a video game villain but here he is, actually googling the price of cape coats and he’s never felt more bemused with himself - ok, that may or may not be a lie considering he’s really digging the coats he finds for sale online.

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Epilogue

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

At this point, what can be considered normal?

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

It was a nice late morning. The sun was shining but thankfully, it was blocked out by the dark curtains. It was nice and quiet, only the sounds of your breathing as you slept peacefully. There were no alarm clocks or phone calls-

*BANG BANG BANG*

“Yoongi hyung! You’ve been holding onto her for hours! She needs to come out!” Taehyung was banging on the door. You could hear Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok and Jin there too.

“Yeah! She needs to work!”

That was a lie. After coming back from performing Geumjae’s surgery yesterday, the boys had insisted you take a break since it was a long, gruelling surgery. But then again, the others would do anything to get the pale man to open the door for them.

“Just keep quiet and they’ll go away soon.” Yoongi grumbled, holding you tighter, totally unaffected by the screams.

“No, we won’t!” Seems that they heard him.

“Come on, I have to get up.” You patted his back. He tucked you into the crook on his neck like a mother holding her child. His cheek pressed against the top of your head as he huffed.

“You don’t have to get up. It’s your day off.” He murmured. You giggled, arm slinging around him in defeat.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your head.

“That’s it! I don’t hear movement! Either get the keys or Jungkook, kick the door down.” You heard more commotion outside. Everyday was a chaotic day in the Bangtan household.

“Ugh, hang on a sec.” Yoongi got out of bed, ready to give them an earful. But the moment he opened the door, he was mowed down by everyone else as they approached you, who was on the bed. You welcomed them with open arms and they piled on, engulfing you in big hugs and smiles. Yoongi stood there, glaring at you.

“Yah! Get off!” Yoongi shouted.

“Okay.” They willingly slipped off the bed, which was surprising. Until Jungkook scooped you up into his arms, running out of the room. He cackled evilly while you yelped, arms tightened around his neck in fear.

“I’m hom- What...” Namjoon stopped in the doorway when he saw what was going on. You have him a pleading look.

“Kook, let her down now.” Namjoon frowned. As much as you liked to play around and have fun with the boys, sometimes, all you would like is a peaceful morning.

“With all due respect, hyung. If you try to take my baby away from me, I will actually fight you.” Jungkook said.

“Rich coming from the guy who took her from me. Fight him, Joon.” Yoongi snorted from the top of the stairs. Knowing that the boys will actually fight each other (which you do tell them is dumb), you pinched Jungkook’s pressure point, temporarily immobilising him.

“Ah!” He yelped as he let go of you. You fell onto the couch, standing up and straightening Yoongi’s your hoodie. With a sigh, you headed over to Namjoon to properly greet him after his early morning meeting.

“Welcome home.” You grinned.

“Thank you, my love.” He wrapped an arm around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re bleeding!” Your eyes widened when you saw his knuckles. It looked exactly like Jungkook’s knuckles. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Grabbing his wrist, you brought him to the office.

“Love, I can patch it up. They’re small wounds. You’re supposed to be resting.” Namjoon told you. You shook your head while washing your hands.

“Small wounds that can get infected, Joon. And I don’t need to rest much more, I knocked out like a light with Yoongi last night.” You chuckled, grabbing your first aid kit. You pulled your stool to sit in front of him and began to clean his wounds. The first thing you did was remove some of the dried blood that crusted on the side.

“It’s gonna sting.” You said before putting the antiseptic. He winced slightly, his nose scrunching up.

“You guys never get used to it.” You laughed. Once the wounds were cleaned, you bandaged his knuckles. You placed his hand in yours, inspecting his hand for more injuries.

“You’re lucky you didn’t break anything again.” You lectured.

“Because I have a doctor that takes good care of me.” Namjoon grinned. You shook your head, kissing his cheek.

“Please, I already told you not to overwork them considering they just got better after you broke them. And you always scold the younger ones for not listening to me when you’re no better.” You teased. Namjoon laughed.

“If I have you to take care of me, I will get injured more.” Namjoon hugged your waist. You flicked his forehead.

“I dare you, Kim Namjoon.” You frowned.

“Alright, alright. Namjoon looks good and patched up! Now it’s my turn, I want my morning kiss. Come here.” Jin yanked you away by your waist, dipping you down and showering you in kisses. You burst out laughing, grabbing onto his shirt so you won’t fall back.

“I’m going to get a coffee.” You shuffled away to the kitchen. The maids prepared your usual iced coffee.

“Thank you.” You yawned and sipped before going back out. You sat on the couch and Jimin sat down, bringing your legs up to drape over his lap. When your phone buzzed, you took it out of your pocket to check.

“Ah, I have to go check on Geumjae. He just woke up.” You announced.

“But it’s your day off.” Hoseok said.

“I know. But it’s the day after his surgery so I have to make sure he’s feeling alright and not having any complications, considering it was a major surgery.” You grunted as you stood up. You quickly finished your drink and went to change. Yoongi would be accompanying you, of course, to visit his brother. The other boys decided to tag along... just to not be left out.

“You guys go grab a bite. I shouldn’t be too long.” You sent them a kiss as they dropped you off at the staff entrance.

“We love you.” They said.

“I love you all too.” You smiled and waved as they drove to the public parking. Slipping on your coat, you went to Geumjae’s private ward. He was awake, sitting up slightly and watching the television that was provided.

“Hey, got here as soon as I heard you were awake. Yoongi should be coming up soon, he’s parking the car.” You greeted.

“Hey... Thanks again... for everything. Not just the surgery... but for making me realise my mistake. I’m so glad Yoongi and I are close again. It’s really all thanks to you.” He smiled weakly.

“Don’t mention it. How are you feeling?”

“A little light headed. And sore.” His hand lightly touched his clothed chest where the surgery sutures were underneath.

“That’s normal, considering the effects of the anaesthesia is wearing off. I’ll still put you on IV painkillers for the next day or two, until the wound starts to heal more and cause less pain. Can I check your wound?” You asked. He nodded and you unbuttoned his shirt to check the sutures.

“Looks good. I’ll replace the gauze.” You removed the protecting gauze above the sutures and replaced it with a clean one.

“Good news is we managed to remove the affected tissue. You still have to be on your medications for the next week? We will do a follow up biopsy after just to make sure we have completely eradicated the cancer.” You instructed.

“Okay. Thank you.” He nodded as you buttoned his shirt up.

“Hyung.” Yoongi came in.

“Yoongi.” His brother greeted as you straightened up. You let Yoongi get closer to his brother as you removed your gloves and washed your hands. As they chatted, you checked his charts.

“Take your time, Yoongs. I’ll go find the others.” You smiled. Yoongi nodded, reaching to peck your temple before sitting down to speak with Geumjae. You gave them privacy, exiting the room. You went to the nurse’s station to update Geumjae’s file. Although the surgery was tiring, you learnt a lot and was glad for the experience.

“Mr Min in Room 32 should be in IV fluids until he’s no longer nauseated by the anaesthesia. Then move him to soft foods.” You told the nurse, who nodded her head and keyed in the instructions to the patient’s system profile.

“Thank you!” You smiled and handed the file to her. You went to the vending machine to get a can coffee.

“Hi, are you a doctor here?” Someone appeared.

“Kinda?” You chuckled, pressing the button for your cold coffee. You weren’t gonna tell some stranger the long story about you being a private doctor to singular patient here.

“I’m a new resident. Nice to meet you.” He held his hand out. You gave a small smile, shaking his outstretched hand.

“You’re Dr (y/l/n)’s daughter right?” He asked and you nodded your head.

“I look forward to working with you, sunbae. I know you did the recent lung cancer tissue extraction surgery, it was very knowledgeable and I learnt a lot.” He bowed.

“Thanks... But I don’t actually work here as a mentor so you won’t see me around anymore. The other doctors are just as good, I’m sure of it. Everyone is trained and of professional calibre, you will learn a lot from them as well.” You were starting to get a little awkward by his overly enthusiastic disposition.

“Baby, there you are.” A voice appeared and you saw your 6 other boyfriends there. They did not look pleased.

“You took so long so we came to find you. We had to stop Kook from ordering everything on the cafeteria menu.” Jimin laughed. You shook your head at the maknae, who pouted.

“I’m still a growing boy.” He argued. He wasn’t, actually.

“Who’s this?” Jin raised an eyebrow.

“Uh... He’s a new hoobae that works here.” You explained, realising that you hadn’t even learnt about this resident’s name. But it didn’t matter, you probably weren’t going to see him after this anyway.

“Come, jagi. We should go.” Taehyung grasped your hand, glaring at the now scared boy. You shook your head, knowing exactly what they were doing. Even before you got together, the boys always said you were their partner just to keep other girls away. Vice versa, they branded themselves as your boyfriends to scare other guys away.

“I-I have to go. Bye.” He bowed and scurried off.

“You guys are horrible, you know that?” You folded your arms with a shake of your head. Hoseok grinned, leaning to peck your cheek. You reached over to straighten his blazer.

“Oh, you’re still here.” Yoongi blinked, seeing the group of you there. You nodded your head.

“Are you hungry? We bought you guys sandwiches.” Namjoon lifted the bags up. Instead of sitting there to eat, you ate in the van as Hoseok drove.

“Here.” You gave some to Jungkook.

“But you hardly ate any of it yourself.” He told you. You just shrugged, not really having the appetite to eat anything. Jungkook leaned forward to eat the last bit of the sandwich out of your hand. You would much rather have your coffee instead of the sandwich.

“Shall we have barbecue tonight?” You asked the boys.

“It’s been a while.” They nodded their heads. Hoseok detoured and went to the big supermarket. You split into 3 teams, Jin and Yoongi buying the meat, Hoseok and Namjoon drinks and you with the maknaes for everything else.

“Buy a lot of meat, hyung!” Jungkook shouted to Jin as he placed his hands on your shoulders to push you to the other aisle.

“Hyung wanted coarse salt for his shrimp. This or this?” Jimin held up both the boxes. You looked at both of them before pointing to one. He happily placed it into the cart.

“Shall I make japchae?” You asked them.

“Yes!” Taehyung cheered. You sent a message to Yoongi to pick up some beef for japchae from the counter for you. After that, you picked up some vegetables that would go into japchae. Jimin trailed after you obediently while Taehyung and Jungkook disappeared. Jungkook had reappeared with loads of bags of snacks in his arms.

“Koo! That’s too much.” You chuckled at your now almost full cart, half filled with bags of chips.

“But we need more snacks for our movie nights! And besides, Jin hyung and Taehyung hyung keep eating my snacks. This is so they won’t take mine.” Jungkook pouted.

“Banana milk!” He quickly got distracted by the dairy section and ran off.

“You know, I can see why people don’t believe our line of jobs sometimes and how Jungkook is supposedly our best fighter.” Jimin scoffed.

“Well, take his banana milk and you’ll truly see how well he can fight.” You giggled as you placed some carrots and bell peppers into the cart. Taehyung came with 3 different ssamjang containers.

“Tae, why are you getting so much? We won’t be able to finish them all in one night.” Jimin scolded.

“But these are brands I haven’t tried before! So I wanna see which is the best. Then I’ll know to buy it next time!” Taehyung argued with his best friend. You shook your head and continued, Taehyung loved ssamjang. There’s no arguing in that. Jungkook came back with banana milk and cheese.

“You want cheese rice?” You asked.

“How did you know?!”

“Koo, even if I’ve only been your girlfriend for a short while, I have lived with you longer. You practically breathe cheese rice.” You scoffed, offended. Jungkook bunny grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

“Of course, you know me well.” He peppered kissed all over your cheek. When you were done, you went to meet the others.

“Boys, I may not be specialising in hepatology but that amount of alcohol is definitely not good for you.” You raised an eyebrow at the amount of alcohol that was stacked in Namjoon and Hoseok’s cart. Totally not in a helping way, Taehyung even got a few bottles of his and Seokjin’s favourite plum wine to add in. You laughed.

“We needed to stock the bar anyway. We promise not to drink so much.” Hoseok winked.

“Yoongi hyung and Seokjin hyung are ready. They’ll meet us at the cashier.” Namjoon informed. You nodded your head and you all went to pay.

“A big party?” He joked as he scanned.

“You could say that.” You smiled, waiting to pay with the card that the boys had given you for ‘house’ items like their groceries and meals. But honestly, they just wanted an excuse to give you a card to spend on yourself.

“You’re pretty.” He complimented.

“Oh... Thanks.” You blushed. A sudden clear of the throat made you jump slightly. You turned to see Namjoon and Yoongi with stern looks on their faces.

“Are you done yet, baby girl?” Yoongi emphasised on the pet name, which he never really uses at all. You blinked, still in slight shock. The cashier looked terrified suddenly, quickening his pace to finish scanning all your items. Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Love, later let the others load the van alright? Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” Namjoon smiled sweetly at you.

“O...kay?”

“Uh, payment please?” He squeaked. Before you could hand the card over, Yoongi plucked it out of your hand and handed it for him to swipe. He gave it back with two hands and a deep bow.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi held your hand and led you away. The boys loaded the car and you were ready to head home. Suddenly, their phones all rang at the same time. Namjoon took his phone out to check the notification. It was quiet for a while.

“Everything okay?” You blinked.

“Yeah... But looks like we’ll have to return to work for a while.” Namjoon sighed. You nodded your head.

“We’ll drop you home. It’ll be safer.” Jin told you. Again, you nodded. You knew how these business meetings could go from bad to worse in only a couple of seconds. Hoseok pulled up to the house and you jumped out.

“Stay safe, boys.” You told the 7. They sent you in with hugs and kisses, waiting for you to disappear into the house with the maids before Taehyung pulled the butler closer to whisper something into his ear. The butler nodded his head, bowing deeply. He closed the door for the van, standing on the porch until the van disappeared.

“Agashi, I was told that there will be barbecue tonight? Shall I prepare the ingredients?” The butler smiled as the other staff brought the groceries in.

“I wanna help cook! Let me change first.” You smiled and went upstairs to the room. You changed out of your hospital clothes and into more comfortable clothes, aka Jimin’s lounge pants and Hoseok’s hoodie.

“Thanks for bringing this all in guys!” You said to them as you saw them clearing all the bags of shopping and keeping everything in its place. You really bought a lot.

“What do you want to make?” The maid asked.

“Taehyung likes marinated kimchi. And Jungkook was saying he wanted cheese rice to go with the meat. I also bought japchae ingredients.” You said.

“Alright.”

“You guys can take a break. Don’t worry, I would like to think I’m better in the kitchen than Namjoon is.” You joked and they all laughed, loving your attitude. The mansion’s staff loved working with you.

“We’ll help where we can.” The cook took the ingredients out for you, laying them out neatly. You started with the marinated kimchi, which was frying kimchi with garlic, spam and minced meat. While the rest of the staff attended to the things in the mansion, the cook stayed by your side in case you needed help.

“I think a bigger dice is okay.” He demonstrated.

“You can put it here to cool. Then I’ll close the container later.” He gave you the plastic container. You scraped the contents from the pan to the container.

“Are there some side dishes that go well with the barbecue? That the boys will like.” You asked him. He went to the fridge to look through what was inside to make side dishes.

“We have a few hours so we can do some pickled radish, spicy cucumbers, the fried anchovies that master Seokjin likes?” He suggested.

“Sounds exciting!” You clapped your hands.

The next few hours were spent cooking and preparing various meals to go with the barbecue for the night. You learnt a lot from the cook and your energy was mostly fuelled with iced coffee (of course). You were just happy to prepare so much food for your boys now that you knew what their tastes were like. There was even time to make grapefruit syrup for Taehyung’s sodas.

“I’ll help prep the shrimp too.” You rolled your sleeves up to prepare for Yoongi’s salt baked shrimp on the grill.

“Ah, agashi. Let me. Your hands may smell. After all, you’ve been cooking the whole day, why don’t you take a break? I insist.” The cook shook his head.

“Oh, alright. I’m only giving in because I need to make Koo’s cheese rice later.” You giggled. The cook nodded and you grabbed a snack before leaving the kitchen. You helped the staff set up the barbecue outside.

“Let me help.” You arranged the chairs.

“It’s okay, agashi. Please rest.” The maids shook their heads. Going to retrieve Kookie, you sat under the gazebo with a book.

“Kookie ah. Don’t do that.” You stroked his head as he began to nibble the corner of your book again. Looks like even without the boys here, you still wouldn’t be able to read in peace.

“Where are they?” You checked your phone, there were no calls or messages from any of the boys. As the sun set, you were seated in your designated seat, which was in between Jungkook and Hoseok. You checked your phone to see the time, it was getting late.

You perked up when you heard the door to the backyard open and footsteps. However, when you turned your head, the smile dropped from your face.

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lee!charlie and ler!quackity, that is all,, since charlie doesnt know much, quackity teaches him what tickling is and charlie is just enjoying it sm

Discovery (creative title ik /s) summary: charlie doesn't know what tickling is, and quackity is more than happy to teach his friend about it. a/n: lee charlie slimecicle my beloved. *holds him gently* warnings: i think like one swear word LOL w/c: 1.6k DSMP, Platonic

“Quahackity s- stoHOHOP IHIT!” Purpled wailed, kicking his legs out behind Quackity who was on top of him, his fingers relentlessly scribbling into a sweet spot right beneath Purpled’s ribs. “But I’m having so much fun, Purpled! We’re just getting started.” Quackity sneered, cooing as his ‘victim’s’ laughter grew an octave as his nails skittered against the sides of his stomach.

“Noho we ahaharen’t- NONOHOHO Q- QUACKIHIHITHIHIHIY!” The boy screeched when a long raspberry was placed over his waist, small raspberries then peppering across his belly to reach his other side.

“You’re more ticklish than I remembered! Huh, this is good news- well, for me at least.” Quackity snickered as he watched his friend trash under him and smiled to himself as high-pitched cackles tore through the room.

In the room next door, a fellow named Charlie was deep in thought studying the new machine Sam built in the Casino. It would be a lot easier to think if he didn’t hear bloody murder in the room next door, though. “What is all of that about? Is someone in trouble?” He spoke to himself, peeking out in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear.

The worried boy glanced inside the room he heard all the yelling from, only to see his two friends... wrestling? “Are you okay?” He called out, Purpled about to yell for help before Quackity drilled his fingers into the sides of his belly. “Yeah, all good in here, bud!” The one clad in a dark beanie grinned widely. The slime hybrid nodded; as curious as he was to what they were both doing, he went back to trying out the new machines Sam had worked hard on.

Eventually, the laughter and yelling died down and Las Nevadas went back to calm (well, as calm as it gets). Charlie was still curious and seeking answers to what Quackity was doing to Purpled, as it looked quite fun as he learned quickly that laughter is a positive thing friends do together.

He walked around, peeking in each room he came across until he stepped in front of the door of Quackity’s office. Charlie knocked on the door, smiling as he heard his best friend inside. “Can I come in, Quackity?” He asked sweetly, excited to see his friend. “Of course, come in!” Quackity smiled fondly, permitting him.

The door flung open, the boy running to Quackity to pull him into a hug. “Alright, alright.” Quackity laughed, unfolding Charlie’s arms that were tight around him. “Okay, I’ve been thinking. Very hard, in fact. What were you and Purpled doing earlier?” Charlie asked straight to the point, pushing his glasses up that was a bit tilted from the tight hug.

“I was giving him a piece of my mind for trying to cheat against me in a game of cards.” Quackity chuckled softly, organizing more papers on his desk. “Cheat?! That’s no good!” Charlie put his hands on his hips, tilting his head down to look at his friend. “And that’s exactly why I tickled him.” He smiled up at Charlie.

“Tickled?” He asked, putting a finger to his chin. “You don’t know what tickling is? Ohoho…” Quackity devilishly giggled, then cleared his throat. “I mean- I can show you, but at your own risk.” He offered, the slime hybrid immediately shaking his head excitedly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you though! Alright, can you lay down over there for me? It’ll make it easier.” Quackity motioned towards the couch in his office.

Charlie obliged, practically skipping towards the soft couch and laying down. “This should be fun.” Quackity thought out loud, before going over to Charlie. In all honesty, Quackity is expecting Charlie to either not be ticklish because hell, can a slime even be ticklish? Or just dip out immediately, because that’s what most people do when tickled.

“Reeeady?” Quackity drew out, wiggling his fingers over Charlie’s sides. The confused boy nodded, moving his hands out of the way. Right as his fingers made contact with Charlie’s sides, he immediately squealed and laughed out. Though, as he squirmed out of instinct, he never tried to squirm away.

“Ah, so you are ticklish!” He exclaimed, his fingers drumming against Charlie’s upper ribs. “Ihit- *hic* feheheels fuhuhunny!” Light-hearted laughter poured out of the hybrid, the sensation new but it honestly felt nice.

“Yeah? I bet it does. How does this feel, though?” The casino owner sniggered evilly as he fluttered his nails down his ribs, then tracing into his waist. “Feheheels nihihice…” Charlie’s sugar-sweet giggles filled up the room. Quackity paused, sitting up with an eyebrow raised.

Charlie stumbled on his words, stuttering nervously. “I- Is thahat a bahad thing?” He panicked, still feeling the sensation of a few fingers continuously wiggling around his side. “No- no. It’s not, definitely not. It’s endearing if you ask me.” Quackity smiled down at his friend, putting his other hand to use and gently squeezing his hip. Happy laughs emitted from Charlie again, untensing his body as he enjoyed himself.

“Charlie- I do have one question, though.”

“Whahahat is ihihit?”

“How many ribs do you have? Y’know, as a good friend I need to make sure that you have all of them.”

“I dohohon’t k- knohohow?” Charlie giggled as Quackity playfully clicked his tongue and shook his head, properly straddling him. “I’m gonna count them then, alright? If you dare push me away then I’ll have to start alllll over, got it?” For emphasis, Quackity dragged his nails down all of his ribs and wiggled them along Charlie’s lower ribs.

Charlie nodded, his laughter growing as excitement overtook him. Quackity internally ‘awwed’ at the sight, but not letting himself get all soft as he massaged his fingers into Charlie’s lowest ribs. “QuahAHACKITY!” The hybrid’s laughter grew as his friend’s hands slowly rose to his ribcage, starting to feel more and more sensitive.

“Charlie!” Quackity playfully retorted, looking up at Charlie’s face then cooing at the sight. Charlie’s cheeks were bright green, and his hair was messy and disheveled, while his glasses were crooked on his face and tipping off his nose. He was adorable, to say the least.

“N’awww, is somebody having fun?” Quackity teased, a smirk growing on his face. “Does somebody love the tickles? This is so much fun!” Charlie swore he felt something flutter in his stomach. Is that what butterflies were that everyone talks about? The name matches, that’s for sure.

Wanting to be honest to his best friend, Charlie nodded as his face grew an even brighter hue. “I’m so glad, I could honestly listen to your laugh forever, y’know.” Quackity chuckled as his fingers finally reached near the top of Charlie’s ribs. His laughter grew hiccupy and squeaky, a sweet spot being hit.

“It’s sohoho… hahahAHAPPY!” Charlie squealed as fingers continued to vibrate into his top ribs. “Happy?” Quackity asked, tilting his head. This boy was going to be the death of him, Quackity decided. “YEHEHAH! HAHAP- *snort* HAHAPPY!” Charlie nodded, smiling with content.

This went on for a bit until Quackity thought that Charlie deserved some sort of ‘Grand Finale’. “I think I know someone that wants to meet you, Charlie.” Quackity tittered, his smile growing. “A nehehew friehend?” He smiled excitedly when Quackity nodded. “Yep! It is I, the tickle monster!” Quackity said in a booming voice, wiggling claw hands at Charlie.

“Wh- where’s Quahackity?!” Charlie’s eyes widened, staring at who is now apparently the ‘tickle monster’. “Whahat did you doho to my friend?!” He panicked, Quackity unable to keep up the act as he burst out laughing. “Don’t worry Charlie, it’s me! I was Quackity the whole time!” He giggled, smiling at the relaxed sigh from Charlie. “You scared me, friend!” He exclaimed.

“I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you.” Quackity smiled, sneaking his hands up Charlie’s t-shirt to dance his fingers along his belly. Charlie couldn’t stay grumpy for long as his adorable giggles started up again, filling the room with the feeling of fondness and happiness.

“Hey Charlie, out of curiosity- do you know what a raspberry is by any chance?” Quackity asked, pausing his fingers. “N- Nohoho? I dohon’t think soho!” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, making the other chuckle to himself. “Alright, prepare yourself then.” Quackity laughed before leaning his head down, earning a confused look from Charlie.

Before Charlie knew it, a raspberry was blown right in the center of his belly, the vibrations from it shooting through every nerve in his body. “QUAHAHAHACKITY!” Charlie convulsed, his back involuntarily arching in surprise. He felt Quackity smile into his stomach before blowing yet another raspberry. Another shriek escaped the hybrid, gently pushing at the tickler’s head.

“Quackity are yo- oh. Alright.” Purpled paused in the doorway, his antennae drooping down a bit in surprise at the sight, and sound in that fact. “Oh, came back for round two, bud?” Quackity raised an eyebrow at the boy in the purple hoodie, his antennae immediately flicking up. “No, I am not doing a stupid round two, you ass. I came for revenge, obviously!” He sassed, crossing his arms.

“Alright Charlie, how about I teach you how to tickle someone, yeah? Seems like fun?” Quackity urged, smiling at the slime hybrid. “I get to make my other friend laugh? Yes! Teach me, Quackity!” He excitedly sat up and approached the alien, who decided to bolt.

“Alright! Step one: the chase. Pretty straightforward. Let’s catch him!”

#mcyt tickle #lee!slimecicle #ler!quackity #lee!purpled #question mark #my writing

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