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satoruxx · 2 months

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pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.2k words summary: fluff, toji being his sarcastic asshole self, but secretly a softie, more grumpy x sunshine content to feed the soul, reader is a uni student, toji ACTUALLY having MONEY???? rheya's note: more grumpy toji bc i'm in love w him !! this is lowkey not great but i have nothing else to post so here <33

you drum your fingers against your lips, eyes scouring the racks of pastries and sweets to satisfy the steady rumble brewing low in your stomach.

a quick snack before your final exam—that's the plan. so you let your eyes wander until they fall on a warm croissant, looking oh so delectable with its crusted flakes and buttery goodness. so you smile to yourself and head over to the register, eager to get your hands on the snack after a long morning of hard work and studying.

you wait patiently behind the customer in front of you, tapping your foot idly as you scroll on your phone to pass the time, until the cashier calls you up with a wave of his hand.

"what can i get for you?" he asks, and you immediately tap your finger against the glass.

"a croissant please."

he nods, reaching out to grab it with a napkin before dropping it into a paper bag. you fiddle with your wallet, pulling out your credit card and handing it to him, but his expression turns slightly awkward.

"oh sorry," he winces, turning around a sign next to the register. there in bold letters it reads: CARDS NOT ACCEPTED. CASH ONLY.

your shoulders drop, fingers frantically digging into the crevices of your wallet even though you know there isn't any cash in there.

dammit. should've gone to the bank to withdraw some after tipping the delivery guy last week.

"i don't think i have cash on me…" you trail off, face heating up because you're sure that the customers waiting behind you are now slightly ticked off.

the cashier scratches at his wrist awkwardly, giving you a half apologetic shrug. "sorry…"

your face twists, embarrassment thrumming low in your stomach as you shut your wallet with a resigned sigh. "it's fine, you can just leave it—"

"i got it." a deep voice utters from behind you, tone careless. you turn to look over your shoulder only to find your throat going dry, because whoever you were expecting to see was nothing like what this man looked like.

a towering, imposing build, heavy with muscle. sharp, angular features framed by jet black hair that just barely tickled his neck. and deep green eyes that are staring down at you, emotionless. the only change in his features is the tug of his scarred lips when they take in your wide eyed expression.

"oh—uh—" you stumble, caught off guard, the words coming up all jumbled like you've forgotten how to speak. the man moves closer, now hovering right behind you as he reaches a bulky arm out to drop a few bills onto the counter. you inhale sharply, not expecting the proximity.

"that about cover it?" he tilts his head at the cashier, who has gone quiet. he nods, too quickly, a nervous dip in his brows that you don't quite comprehend. but then you glance at the man again—at his hulking frame and narrowed eyes and his unkind expression, and you guess you understand.

and yet, nothing about him is inherently scary. he's intimidating, but in an oddly comforting way.

"a-and anything for you sir?" the cashier asks, giving the man a nervous smile.

"coffee. black." his tone is clipped, unbothered, and the cashier nods. he reaches over and hands you your bagged croissant.

"then if you could just wait to the side and we'll have your coffee ready in a minute, sir."

the man nods once, glancing at you briefly before taking a few steps to wait to the side.

"thank you," you say quietly, feeling oddly parched as you look at him. he peers down at you with those striking eyes, and you offer him a smile—half sheepish and half grateful.

"don't worry about it," he replies with a shrug, casually shoving his hands into his pockets. "couldn't have you holdin' up the line."

he nods behind you, motioning to the line, and you huff indignantly, ignoring the flare up of embarrassment once again.

"well if they put the sign on the door then i wouldn't have walked in here like an idiot," you mutter, crossing your arms. he chuckles, low and deep, shaking his head with amusement.

"'s true," he grins. "pretty fuckin' stupid of them."

you don't expect him to agree, so you just nod, mildly surprised.

"you look like you haven't eaten all day," he comments offhandedly, glancing around the cafe like he's bored. you fiddle with your hair somewhat self-consciously, and he glances down at you from the corner of his eyes. "i just mean you look exhausted."

"oh," you reply lamely, a helpless shrug of your shoulders following. "well i have a final exam in an hour and i didn't get much sleep last night."

"at least you studied hard," he hums, reaching out over the counter to take the cup of black coffee the barista hands him. he turns to look down at you with a haphazard shrug. "you did what you could. no point stressin' about it now."

"i guess…" you trail off. "still nervous though."

his lips curl upward, eyes glinting. "you should be more confident in yourself, kid." he takes a sip, tilting his head down at you, before turning and heading out into the cold.

you stare after him, not sure what to do with yourself. somehow you didn't expect it to be so easy to talk to a man who looked like he wanted to burn the world to the ground, but surprises can come in all shapes and forms.

and for some reason, his intimidating aura and indifferent stare has you oddly curious.

it's only when you peer into your paper bag, seeing the croissant that you've heroically been gifted, do you come up with a plan, pushing the door open and hurrying out into the cold. your eyes immediately catch his retreating figure, still large and imposing even with how he's hunched over to escape the bite of the cold.

"wait!" you call out after him, catching yourself before you trip on your own two feet. he pauses, turning to look down at you while arching a brow as you try to compose yourself. "uh—"

"toji." he fills in, huffing quietly as his hands remain shoved deep into his pockets.

"toji," you repeat, not admitting to enjoying the way it rolls off of your tongue so easily. "i need to pay you back."

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "ah, don't worry about it, doll." the scar on his lips tilt upward into a half smirk. "just ace that test of yours, yeah?"

something leaps in your ribcage, and you blame the flush crawling up your neck on the stinging cold. you're not sure what to say for a second, but then an unfamiliar confidence crawls through your veins, culminating in a burst of determination.

"i'll buy you something here next time!" you don't know how or why you say it, lips clamping shut because you're sure that you're coming on too strong or coming off weird or something.

a low chuckle. you look up in surprise.

"sure." toji's grin widens, eyes shining with mirth. "i'll hold you to that one, kid."

and later, when you bite into the croissant, it's warmer than you expected it to be.

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heartsoji · 1 year

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haikyuu boys with an s/o who's really scared of horror movies

pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, bokuto x reader

a/n: lol this is me i actually cannot with horror like at all

warnings: post-timeskip in iwaizumi's

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi's pretty good with horror movies

occasionally, he'll be a little caught off-guard with a sudden jumpscare, but he's pretty much fine otherwise

now YOU..

you are not ok.

you are screaming, hiding, and tearing up

he honestly doesn't really understand what's so scary about them

since i hc iwaizumi to be a realist, he'd be like

it's a movie. it was filmed. those are actors. it's so obvious none of that stuff could ever happen in real life

still, he understands that you're really scared and tries his best to comfort you

time to put those beefy athletic trainer arms to work

he lets you cling onto them for the whole movie and lets you use then as a stress ball

iwaizumi's a traditional, old school, cheesy hopeless romantic. convince me otherwise.

therefore, his method of comfort usually comes in the form of soothing words and back rubs in his arms

its actually quite nice. he lets you scream into his titties (HE HAS TITTIES AND THEYRE MORE ROCK SOLID THAN REGINA GEORGE'S MOM'S. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

when you're truly scared scared (like heart pounding, sobs racking ur body, you're def gonna get rlly bad nightmares type of scared scared)

he will probs turn it off bc he thinks that no movie ending is worth this much terror

he cares about you a lot, after all. he thinks its slightly amusing when you're screaming your head off at the obviously fake blood, but he would never want you to be fearful for real

rubs your back and whispers soothing words into your ear

"its ok" "i'm right here" "don't worry, i'd protect you if they ever came" type of stuff

after you've calmed down a bit, he'll try to make you laugh

jokes, tickles, anything, really!

he hates seeing you scared. he just wants you to be happy

10/10. marry me sir.

oikawa tooru

lol

hate to break it to you but

tooru is equally as scared of horror movies

you guys have to cuddle up in blanket burritos together and scream at every jumpscare

honestly you both only make it through the movie through sheer willpower

if you're crying, he'll try to comfort you, but tbh he's pretty damn scared himself

however, once the movie is over, he's totally fine

movie forgotten. out of memories. what movie should you guys watch next?

but YOU

you're still crying

you're still really shaken up

you're def gonna have nightmares

he takes that opportunity to be the manly man he is and swoops you up bridal style

he's very charming. he looks at you in the most dazzling, heart-melting way

lol boy u were just crying too stfu

he cuddles you close, and just like iwa, whispers sweet words into your ear

however, unlike iwa, they're much more...childish? playful? how to describe them..

"it'll be ok. your big, strong, boyfriend will protect anything that tries to hurt his princess" "*dramatic gasp* YOU DON'T THINK I'M CAPABLE OF FIGHTING IT OFF BY MYSELF? HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME LIKE THIS? THIS.. THIS IS BETRAYAL" "they don't even look that strong. im sure i could hit a volleyball at one and it would rip into two!"

stuff like that

he would make sure to cuddle you extra close that night

overall, he's pretty fun and is good at making everything seem less serious. 8.5/10!

tsukishima kei

honestly, he's as affected by horror movies at the average guy

he doesn't find them as terrifying as oikawa, but he's definitely not as unaffected as iwaizumi

but you'd never know that

why?

he just hides his emotions really, really well

also he just sometimes focuses on the wall behind the tv and drowns out the voices

he just sits through them and bears them, basically

now, why? why in the world would he do this when he doesn't even enjoy it?

to make fun of you, duh. shouldn't that have been obvious?

when you leap 30ft out of your seat into the air, he laughs at you

he'll even add onto your fear by like grazing your opposite shoulder when you aren't looking and pretending he didn't do it

hes a brat

but honestly, he partially enjoys it when you spring onto him at the jump scares, no matter how much he denies it

as we all know, the boys a lil shy about asking for affection

with horror movies, he gets your affection without even asking for it! yay!

but once the movies over, if you're really shaken up, he'll use his giant beanpole arms and spoon you until you fall asleep

but then he'll be an ass about it the following week

pokes, grabs, jabs you and will say,

"huh? it wasn't me. maybe it was the (wtv villain or ghost or spirit or wtv from the movie)!"

2/10. makes fun of you and makes the movie even scarier tbh. the 2 points r only bc of the comfort he gives after its over.

bokuto koutaro

like most things in life, bokuto goes between two extremes, and never crosses into the middle

he's either having super insane cut shots that go BOOM

OR he's doing awful and is in his emo mode

same thing with this

he either isn't affected by it at all and just laughs

or he screams when the character breathes a lil too heavily

now, if he thinks the movie's not scary at all, he's pretty good to watch with if you're super scared

during the scary parts, he lets you cling onto his beefy arm while he just watches the movie in amusement

like there's a really scary scene where there's a huge jumpscare into the most climatic scene in the movie and you're burying your face into his arm but in the background you just hear:

"HAHAHAHAHA! Y/N Y/N! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! HE'S...HE'S GETTING CHASED BY THIS GREY LITTLE CHILD! HAHAHAHA ITHIHIHIT'S EYES LOOK LIKE TAPIOCAAHAHAAHA"

"oh the grey little child is smiling! it's kinda cute! why is the main character guy sweating? he looks like me right after a long game"

"why'd the grey little child pull a purple thing out of his throat? what's that? i wonder what it tastes like though..i think it would be a thick gummy texture, but maybe a little gooey on the inside. definitely grape-flavored. the really sweet artificial good one. oh.. now i want a gummy!"

yeah

he definitely makes it less scary because he makes all the scary stuff seem really stupid

honestly pretty nice. you might not get as many nightmares because of him

now

when he's terrified, he's more terrified than you

*main character sneezes* "AHHHHHHH"

think oikawa x 800

mhm

honestly, you kind of have to take the comfort role even though you're deathly afraid of horror movies

"kou, he's just walking. its ok."

honestly he makes it seem less scary like this too because it forces you to see why the movie isn't actually that scary because you have to find out the reasons to comfort him

8.7/10. a sweetie

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sxcret-garden · 4 months

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HI ITS 🪐 ANON AGAIN, SO I FINALLY REMEMBERED WHAT I WAS ALSO THINKING ABT THE OTHER DAY so most likely of any of the the ateez members (i don't have a specific one you can choose BAHASHFKCNMXKD) with an s/o who is like pretty quiet in bed like bcs sometimes people take it as a bad thing but IDK i'm not super loud so it just makes me wonder :")

Aaaaaaa i'm finally getting to this as i try to empty out my askbox a bit!! Sorry for the long wait 😭 gonna answer this as an mtl, explanations are under the cut~

most

Jongho

Yunho

Yeosang

Mingi

Seonghwa

Wooyoung

San

Hongjoong

least

I put Jongho first cause I think even if you don't make noise at all he wouldn't mind, so long as you have other means to communicate whether you like what he's doing at the moment or if he should change things up a bit. Will definitely be more talkative in this case and fill the silence with praises and muttered "I love you"s, and always asks if you feel good. The type to hum in response when he does tickle a sound out of you, and if he manages to make you moan as he makes you cum, he will certainly tease you about it with a soft smile afterwards - don't be fooled though, this guy adores every single sound you make, and will figure out over time how to lure those sweet whines out of you

Yunho does like hearing your voice during sex, and even as you're making out and fooling around before getting to business, but I think he actually prefers a partner who's on the quiet side. Little whines and silent moans do so much more to him than if his partner is super loud, and you bet he'd get drunk on hearing your voice like this alone. Whispers all the things he wants to do to you in between kisses, and if all you can respond with is a weak whine against his lips he'll just feel that much more turned on (and this might lowkey make him want to ruin you....)

I think Yeosang is a bit similar to Yunho, in that he prefers a partner who isn't super loud. He does like having you talk to him during sex, because the communication makes him feel comfortable during the whole process, but if you're not one to moan a lot or to cry out when he hits just the right spot that's totally fine with him. Even just the way your breathing speeds up and becomes heavier as you're nearing your high is a sound he'll appreciate and that'll make him eager to keep going. Whisper praises into his ear about how good he's making you feel and the guy is melting under your words alone

I see Mingi as the shy type if he hasn't been with a partner for long enough, so I think he'd absolutely understand if you're not very vocal in bed - whether the reason is because you're shy about it or because it's simply not your style. However, he will encourage you to let out your voice a bit more when he's having sex with you, because he's just really really curious about all the sounds you might make while he's pleasuring you. Very patient and will do his best to ease you into the process, and whenever you let out even the most quiet of moans he'll be right there to tell you how beautiful your voice sounds to him and how much hearing you turns him on

Seonghwa would definitely be surprised if you're barely making a sound, eventually stopping what he's doing to question whether you're enjoying yourself or if you're just doing this for his sake (which he really doesn't want). It definitely feels a little unfamiliar to him at first to have such a quiet partner, but that isn't to say he wouldn't get used to it. Would definitely talk to you more than he would with a more vocal partner, and will naturally slow down a bit to make sure you're liking what he's doing. However, he would certainly also sometimes nudge you to make more sounds, because no matter how understanding he is, there are times where he's just desperate to hear your voice during sex

I put Wooyoung so low because I'm convinced he'd have sooo much fun with a very vocal, loud partner, and because I think he's very vocal as well. He too will be surprised when he learns that you tend to be very quiet in bed, and this will just instantly make him that much softer for you. Doesn't know what to do with himself when he gets to hear your soft whines and deep sighs at the way he's touching you, and will soon find himself addicted to luring those little noises out of you. He just can't stop himself and will go as far as to overstimulate you out of pure curiousity and because it's fascinating to him how you can make him feel so many feelings at once with a simple quiet mewl

Now San is one who needs the verbal communication, even if it's just you two moaning at each other's touches. Gets seriously worried if you don't make a single sound because he's scared you might not like being intimate with him or that he's set you off in some way. However, he will be soso soft for you in an instant once he hears you give him little whines and moans or even if you whisper a curse through gritted teeth - the latter especially is gonna be such a huge turn on for him. I feel like he'd naturally match your energy and sex with him is gonna be a lot softer if you're on the quiet side than if you're very vocal from the start (but that doesn't mean he won't be willing to be rough or more experimental if you ask him to!)

I feel like Hongjoong lives off of dirty talk and getting the most desperate noises out of you, which is why he's last in the list! Not to say I don't see him enjoying himself with a quiet partner, but sometimes this guy just needs someone to talk back at him and his teasing as he's fucking you, someone to whisper the dirtiest things into his ear and to let him hear the sweetest whines when he's going just a bit too slow on purpose, and sometimes also someone to shower him with praises while you're making love at the end of a rough day. Just loves hearing your voice so much and the way you talk to him during sex just turns him on the most out of everything, so he just thinks it's a shame he doesn't get to hear more of it! Though he will be the most understanding ever if you're not comfortable with the idea of being a little louder too

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez mtl #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #jongho smut #hard hours #smut #mtl #🪐 anon #ask #answered

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oreosmama · 2 years

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April Showers (Benny Watts x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: All dolled up and ready to confess, you await a certain chess champion’s visit as a thunderstorm rages outside. But the longer your phone call stretches on, the closer you realize he may be to feeling the same about you.

A/N: long time no see y’all. So as it turns out, life is a disaster. funny how that works. anyways, here’s some benny watts bc he’s hot. hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2075

Outside, the rain poured enough to drown the city life. People fled indoors, hair and clothing drenched, umbrellas shivering with droplets. Few taxis were roaming the streets, save for those catching the poor, wandering souls whose homes were nowhere near the concrete jungle in which they trudged.

You curled your finger tighter around the cord of your telephone. A small grin began to tease at your lips, pestering at the corners and daring to smudge upon your front teeth the pale pink lipstick you wore.

Had you gone anywhere today? You couldn’t quite remember. And yet, there you were, sitting in your third-floor apartment, draped in your nicest day dress, a little black number that flashed your décolleté, and nothing more.

You hated the dress—despised it, in fact. The broadcloth fabric tickled at every seam, the skirt, even on a day with a light breeze, always wanted to leave little to the imagination, and you didn’t own a single pair of flats that complemented well, despite its impartial color.

But he liked it.

You’d been wearing it when you both first met.

Your eyes gleam as you murmur into the telephone, still watching the road in front of your apartment. Your window has grown fogged, streaks of raindrops smearing here and there, and you lean further against the sill. The bruised clouds show no signs of stopping.

Like it was yesterday, you remembered every second of it; the scent of musk, of leather and aftershave and—was that cinnamon?—flooding your senses after colliding with a solid figure. Two hands had grasped your shoulders in effort to steady you, and—God—how you couldn’t forget the feeling of his fingertips against your bare skin.

Soft. That’s what you admired most about him. Despite his rough exterior and deliberate personality, he was unpredictably, endearingly soft. You curled your head closer to the phone, cupping it against your face as though his words were a caress upon your cheek. A breathless laugh escaped you. “Is that right?”

‘Are you all right?’ That day, he’d dipped his head to meet your gaze after you stumbled from the impact, and shaded eyes scanned yours beneath the wide brim of a cowboy hat. Your breath hitched.

Brown, but not one of those plain browns that was easily forgettable; these were one of those browns that would haunt you for days, the ones you could imagine wandering all over you, making you feel that jittery, hot anxiousness that simultaneously makes you want to tighten your clothes around yourself or strip them off altogether. You had let yourself get lost in them for longer than what was socially acceptable, especially with a stranger.

But for that time, all you could imagine was diving into them a little longer, getting a little closer to see if they were really that dark, deep umber they seemed to be, or if it was just the shadow of his hat.

‘I’m fine,’ you’d reassured with a tight smile, though it was the growing flush to your cheeks that made you so tense rather than frustration with the collision. It was warm, too warm, and, even worse, it was embarrassing to become so flustered so easily.

A corner of his mouth had lifted, and his hands retreated from your shoulders. ‘Sorry about that. I should’ve paid more attention.’

The more you pored over the interaction, and every interaction following that, the more you noticed it at every fleck of his words—the hint of a Southern accent. During the day, it slipped past the ears without notice, but when it came to later hours and earlier mornings, it was thick and heavy off his tongue. Often, his voice would lower an octave. A dangerous gruffness would hang on his every word, and a tightness in his jaw kept his words drawled.

‘Ah, uh, me too.’ You’d shrugged casually, hoping that in some way it might disguise the terrible tremble of your hands. ‘Just been looking for the mirror.’ You gestured down at the black dress your friend had forced you to try on, silently cursing at the way it wrinkled in all the wrong places and hung loose in others. Of course, you remembered thinking to yourself that day, of all the times you were to run into an attractive boy—no, attractive man, it had to be this moment, donned in the most uncomfortable frock imaginable.

Slowly, his gaze followed the gesture. A careful, brown scan trailed from the bare skin at your collar bone, following the buttoned path down to the fabric pinched at your waist, and finished at the rippling skirt at your knees. His lips twitched, and for one unbearable moment, he was utterly silent.

All you could think about was how stupid it had been for you to draw more attention to yourself, as if he couldn’t already see the sweating beading at your forehead, or the heartbeat in your throat. This man was sucking the air from your lungs, leaving you breathless and fidgety and nervous and hyper and taut all at the same time. A terrible mixture. And the one thing you had left to do was damn every haphazard, insubstantial interaction you’d ever had with handsome males that had left you so inadequate for this situation.

Then his gaze flicked up to you, somewhat darker as he tipped his hat towards you and smirked, a gentle curl of his lips, before clearing his throat. ‘I like it. It looks beautiful on you, Miss…?’

His question had hung in the air, marinating until you could bring yourself back down to reality with a harsh bite on your tongue. ‘YN. YLN,’ you mumbled. ‘A-and you are?’

‘Benny. Watts.’

“Benny Watts, don’t you dare tell me that you’re only in this city for a chess tournament.” You shook your head, an unabashed grin overwhelming your face when he chuckled from the other end. “I did my research, you know.”

“Oh yeah, princess? What’d you find?” There was shuffling from his end, and you heard what must have been jangling coins, but dismissed it.

“The only tournament here is for the state title.”

“Yeah?”

“So you’re telling me that the US Champion wants to play chess against forty-year-olds with nothing better to do, and university students?”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m strapped for cash.”

You curled further into the sofa, hugging the telephone base closer to your chest and fiddling with the rotary dial. “Bullshit.”

He’d told you he was a chess player that day, and a good one at that. Said he’d travel all over the country to play, sometimes the world. You almost didn’t believe it, until he’d led you over to the magazine rack and pulled the latest edition of Chess Review.

‘Here,’ he probed the front pocket of his trench coat, revealing a wallet. ‘You should keep it.’ Wordlessly, he passed a few bills to the cashier near the door. ‘And the dress.’

‘No, you shouldn’t just-’

He flashed you a smile and tipped his hat, already halfway out the door. ‘I already did, princess.’ Then he winked. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll meet again.’

“Well, princess, I do so love to be the best in your eyes, but I have to say there are some strong up-and-comers nowadays.”

“Same excuse you used last time.”

“Damn,” he whistled, letting out a sigh. “Can’t slip anything past you, can I?”

But he had, once. Just once.

‘Well,’ your friend had appeared beside you after he slipped out of the department store, causing you to flinch. ‘Now we know the dress works.’

You’d huffed, trying to summon the effort to throw her a glare, but the rapid thumping of your heart had been making any and all anger difficult. ‘I’ve been looking for you.’

‘Well damn,’ she smiled slyly and shook her head with disbelief, ‘you should look for me a lot more often.’

And as the pair of you watched him walk away, you’d spotted a small tuft of blond hair peeking out between the brim of his hat and the collar of his leather trench coat, and cursed at how well it all took your breath away. You had to agree with her.

“Not anymore. You know I love to hear about your wins, Benny, but not like this.”

“Aw, you flatter me.” You could imagine the way he was fiddling with his hat at this point, dragging a finger across the brim or perhaps readjusting it altogether. “Here I thought you were getting tired of my chess talk.”

“I wouldn’t have stayed on the call if I was. Plus, you get all cute after you’ve won a game.”

On the other end of the line, Benny scoffed incredulously. “Cute? Did you just say cute?”

You leaned your head back, biting your lip. “Yeah, you know, it’s adorable the way you get all excited when they give up.”

“Adorable? Excited?”

“Yep.”

“...You’ve never seen me play a single game, have you?”

Finally, he was back in town. He’d called and told you ahead of time that he was headed over from New York; that he’d signed up for a tournament and had arranged to stay at a local hotel, and that he was wondering if you could meet up somewhere.

Somewhere.

Meet up.

Hotel.

As if he hadn’t been planning on staying in your apartment anyway. As if the plan was to share a couple drinks and a couple laughs, the way you’d done it so many times before. As if the second before last phone call you’d had with him hadn’t ended with him almost telling you he loved you—just before he broke himself off with a stutter and mumbled something about having to hang up.

And now he was coming here.

The conversation had fallen into a natural lull, and it was then you took note of how painfully hot your cheeks were despite the cold weather exuding from your window. Your fingertips were frozen, you realized, as you gnawed on your thumbnail.

“Benny, I…” You dug your nails into your arm, eyes clenched shut. “I really miss you.”

His breath hitched.

The silence grew suffocating.

Your heart thumped painfully, and the dress began to itch.

Then he exhaled. “I miss you too.” He shuffled on the other end. “So fucking much, princess. Look out your window.”

“What?”

Your gaze darted outside. The sun was just setting, and the sky had grown more black during your call. The lone street lamp shining into the phone booth was the only reason you could see him.

He was supposed to be waiting for a cab at the university—that’s what he’d told you, at least.

Instead, in the foggy glass box, he raised his hand, fingers flashing in a short wave.

“Benny.”

“I couldn’t wait.”

When your form disappeared from the window, he hung up. When you raced down the stairs of your apartment complex, he abandoned the phone booth.

And when you burst through the front doors, he opened his arms, grunting as you collided with his chest, chuckling as the motion flung the damp hat from his head.

“Now who’s excited?” he mumbled into your hair.

He was completely soaked from what must have been a two-hour walk through a thunderstorm. The damp sleeves of his leather coat began seeping through the dress fabric at your waist. Droplets from his hair dripped onto your cheek.

Then he pulled away, tilted up your head with a lone hand on your jaw, and crashed his frozen lips against yours, as though trying to absorb whatever warmth you would give him. God, even his ring chilled you to the bone.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to mind. Not as you drew him up the stairs, back into your apartment. Not as you both shed layers upon layers, peeling back whatever separated the two of you, until it was solely skin on skin and nothing more.

And when the steam of the shower obscured your view of him, he sought you out on his own, searching for you and curling himself around you, planting his lips against your throat as his fingers secured the softness of your hips.

“Princess?” he mumbled into your skin, sweet honey dripping off his accent and soaking into your skin.

“Hmm?” Your fingers danced along his scalp as you dragged them through the blond tufts, suds floating down the drain.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#benny watts x reader #benny watts #benny watts x you #queens gambit x reader #queens gambit x you #queen's gambit x reader #queen's gambit x you #queen's gambit #queens gambit #thomas brodie sangster

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sweetlittlenamjoon · 1 year

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✨how stray kids would react to finding out about your regression✨

SFW interaction only please!!!

Chan 🐺🎧

finds out by accident

he’s just checking in on everyone and when he knocks on your door he gets no response

he gets worried and decides to just peek his head in

you’re sleeping with your paci hanging loosely out of you mouth

he thinks it’s really cute and doesn’t really question it much

he asks about it later in private

he immediately does so much research

wants to be your cg right away

dad cg vibes

likes to carry you around

just everywhere

he just goes about his day with you on his hip

“big hugs? big hugs.”

calls you baby girl/boy or kiddo

does voices for your stuffies :)

Lee Know 🐰🐱

finds out by walking in on you with a paci

just goes 😳, apologizes, and leaves

you explain later and he’s like “oh thank god I thought I walked in on something private”

he’s totally fine with it and even hangs out with you sometimes

its takes him and minute to get comfy actually taking care of you when regressed

makes you snacks

“eat up so you have lots of energy later!”

likes to have you in his lap so he can pet your head

picks the ugliest outfits for you he can bc he thinks its funny

plays pretend but he has to be the queen

or the bad guy

“oh noooo. i’ve been defeated.” *flop*

super protective???

if any of the other boys are playing too rough he’ll just scoop you up and threaten them with tissue mouth

Changbin 🐷🐰

why do i feel like binnie would just sixth sense that you’re a regressor

like you tell him about and he’s like “oh, was i not supposed to know?”

supportive big bro/cool older cousin vibes

he loves to pick you up and just hold you

bench press the baby

does that airplane thing where they pick you up with their feet

does his cutesy voice when talking to you

“who’s binnie’s little angel?”

lets you do his hair and makeup

drags whoever he can to co-care

mostly so you can both annoy whoever’s closest

talent shows!!!

he WILL tickle you

no escape

lots of stimmy dances and noises back and forth

adventures to the park

he will underdog you on the swings he don’t care about the rules 😎

Hyunjin 🦙🌲

finds out bc you come to cuddle him one night while regressed

you’re all babbly and squirmy and he’s like “well maybe they’re just sleepy???”

but you just smile up at him and go “hyunjinnie, I wuv you.”

and he just gives you a big hug and goes “I’m not sure what's goin’ on but love you too.”

in the morning you apologize and explain everything

he’s honestly a little confused but he’s trying his best

real awkward but he’s like that with actual kids so

he warms up quick tho

just says random noises

vocal stimmies back and forth

colouring!!!

draws you little pictures to colour in

cuts up fruit for you :)

definitely a co-care kinda guy

usually with felix or changbin

Han 🐹🍓

finds out bc chan convinced you he’d really love to help out

as expected he’s so excited

“so i can just baby you and carry you around and play pretend and it wont be weird?!”

big bro/babysitter cg

you will be watching animal documentaries sorry

he says its bc theyre educational

loves when you’re extra small so he can peekaboo with you

does silly voices when reading to you

chase!

lee know has to remind him to not get too into it or somebody will get hurt lol

really helpful with impure regression

breathing techniques

“wanna put on a silly cat video for a distraction, sweetheart?”

makes sure your toys get snacks too

Felix 🐣☀️

finds out bc you confide in him early on

he’s the first person you actually tell about your regression

super duper supportive

for a while you sneak into his room whenever you feel yourself start to regress

you watch anime on his phone and cuddle

he keeps a paci in his bedside table and an extra stuffie on his bed for you

once you’ve told everyone else he’s so proud

bakes for you all the time

you get to measure the chocolate chips and lick the spoon >:)

bath time!

he lights candles and gives you lots of bubbles

comfy naps and snuggles

pillow forts!

no hyungs allowed!!!

ok i guess lee know can come in he has snacks

does his high pitched voice bc it makes you laugh :)

Seungmin 🐶🐾

finds out bc you involuntarily regress in front of him and try very hard to explain while baby brained

very confused bc you’re mumbling a lot

he just gets ‘i’m a babey sometime an is ok because i copin’

good enough of a reason as any

so he just asks what you want him to do and follows along

vibin

he gets a better explanation later

still vibin

likes to chill best when you’re toddler-middle regressed

he doesn’t know what to do with nonverbal cues lol

thank god for AAC

would do pretty much anything for you

the others pick on him for being so nice to you when regressed when he’s usually such a brat

calls you the maknae

I.N. complains but he doesn’t mind when you’re little

he WILL just tackle you out of nowhere tho

I.N. 🦊🌸

finds out by accident

finds a rattle and some other toys while tidying your room

brings your rattle out to you in the living room and is like “do you have a niece or nephew???”

you get flustered but decide to just tell him the truth

and he just goes “oh ok!” and goes back to cleaning

doesn’t help out much at first

helps with getting you snacks and blankets

sits next to you while doing his own thing

but one day he just pulls you into his lap and continues his game

once he warms up he loves to bug the other members with you

rascals, the lot of you

pretty much never uses his baby voice unless you do something REALLY cute

loves to brush you hair

forehead kisses like “mwah!”

puts you in his big shoes

he takes so many pics

and shows every member

chill with you braggy with all the boys

(requests are open! send me an ask https://at.tumblr.com/sweetlittlenamjoon/i-dont-know-if-you-guys-are-actually-aware-of-this/6t8739ocrw7r)

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strangleetomz · 6 months

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tickletober day 20- relentless

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo, lee!tommy

i am so sorry this is late

this also strayed from the prompt and is insanely short bc i couldnt really think of anything but its fine i guess-

Tommy was somewhat regretting his behavior on the IRL stream he’d done with Tubbo.

Somewhat.

He, maybe, might have, perhaps embarrassed the life out of Tubbo. Maybe.

And, the way he did that, it might have, may have, just maybe, been by briefly tickling him. Only for like, ten seconds!

But now, Tubbo had been absolutely, relentlessly wrecking Tommy for about two minutes. It was torturous!

And maybe a little fun…

“ToHOBY! NO!” These two words had left Tommy’s mouth around fifteen times now; he couldn’t really think of anything else to say. I mean, who would be able to think properly while their best friend is blowing raspberry after raspberry on their stomach while digging his fingers onto their hips?

“I don’t know, Tom. You look like you’re enjoying this quite a bit. Do you like this, Tommy?” Tubbo’s tone was teasing, but it was a genuine question. And if Tommy’s answer was no, he’d stop immediately. He stopped for a moment so Tommy could answer.

“Holy-.. Uh.. Well, y-.. Yeah, it’s.. it’s fun..” Tommy stumbled over his words. Can you even blame him, that’s such an embarrassing thing to admit!

“Aw, Tom.” That was all Tubbo said before going back to absolutely wrecking Tommy.

“TuhUHUBBO! FUHUCK, MAHAHAN!” Tommy screamed as Tubbo immediately went back to blowing raspberries on his stomach and so, insanely, precisely scribbling and spidering his fingers on his ribs. How in god’s name was he so good at tickling people!?

To Tommy, this had felt like it went on for hours. But in reality it was less than ten minutes.

“Do you apologize for being a dick on stream!?” Tubbo grinned as he squeezed up and down Tommy’s sides then vibrated his fingers on his underarms.

“YEHES! YES, I DOHO! PLEHEHEASE!” Tommy barely mustered the words out, but Tubbo heard him perfectly and stopped immediately. Tommy laid a giggly mess on the floor as he recovered, and Tubbo sat right there with him to make sure he was okay.

And okay he was.

He was happy. His smile was genuine, he had forgotten about any previous worries or stress. He felt as if all the weight that had been on him, had disappeared.

He was bonding with his best friend.

He was happy.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #augtickletober2023 #ler!tubbo #ler!tubbo_#lee!tommyinnit #lee!tommy #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sfw interaction only

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jennilah · 28 days

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I think i started to follow you bc of tiny!cas, like eons ago, let me tell you seeing you get into different fandoms over the years has been a delight.

I remember seeing post of you going like 'hey these slasher film kinda go hard' and look at you know.

I mean this in the best way possible, I feel i've been watching a house plant grow, every now and then catching my attention and being amazed by the changes

omg thats such a sweet way of describing my... well happy autism awareness day everyone, its a nice way of describing the way i naturally transition through my Special Interests lmfao

actually, for the holiday, let me infodump about this very aspect of my brain to anyone who isnt aware how this works for me. (also every autistic person is different, so this is just how this symptom manifests in me)

ill say "phases" to simplify, though thats an unfair word because it implies im "over" my past phases. 99% of my past phases are pretty much there for life, but in the back of my mind. (So long as I didnt have a "bad breakup" with it for some reason, which is rare but happens) The ability to become a raving lunatic about it is dormant until someone asks the right question.

There can only be one interest (sometimes 2, with one being the less dominant one) at the forefront of my brain at a time, though. that defines the "phase".

so for example, my recent Halloween phase is "over" and I am 100% fully into Saw now, but I still absolutely love Halloween and Michael and Jason and all those guys. as evident by me still happily sharing gifsets and art and buying merch etc if it tickles my fancy. They're just hanging out in the background of my mental display case.

yea whoever follows my tumblr for a very long time has watched it happen in realtime. the transition between interests. i know for a fact which phase I started this blog on. if you're here from the beginning, youve seen, in order:

-Durarara!! -Deus Ex -Supernatural -Godzilla -Detroit: Become Human -There was like a few weeks where it was HLVRAI -And then it was plants. There was a year-long stretch with no Special Interest and I was latching onto odd things (and I was very inactive here) -Halloween & Friday the 13th -and now, Saw

I have many other things I love, but they don't clamp around my brain in quite the same extreme way.

my phases can last any amount of time, anywhere from a few short intense months to 5+ years, its completely random, completely unpredictable. even the interest itself is impossible to predict. its not something i choose, its something that happens to me.

sometimes i avoid watching things for a long time because im still very emotionally attached to my current phase and im genuinely afraid the shiny new thing will replace it. all art or fic ideas for the previous phase? theyll be abandoned. all I will want to create will be related to the new thing. (though I will sometimes draw it anyway, like digging up old toys to play with once in a while. The likelihood just drops considerably)

which is why right now i pretty much put a pause on the other franchises I plan on watching. I'm genuinely gripping onto Saw like someone is tryin to take it from me.

and then sometimes im like "haha yeah right. ill be fine. ill eat my shoe if my brain latches to this" and then put on the movie and by the credits roll im a new person (yes thats what happened with Saw. I really had no idea.)

this is also why im terrified of even just "checking out" things that have, like, a toxic fanbase or something, because i cant stop a new phase from happening if it does. and its really hard to keep it to myself, fuck

(do u know how mad i was when i realized i was attaching to hoffman the evil dirty cop??? i was so scared of drawing him, dudes. but thankfully everyones been cool abt it and we're all very aware of his awfulness & we have fun w it)

and every time my brain changes and i do get obsessed with some new thing, i get really scared and worried and hope I dont bother everyone who followed me for something else :(((( and yet, every time, im absolutely floored by how many people choose to tolerate my newest nonsense and stick around anyway

anyway ive lost the plot of what point i was making here OH YEAH thank you!

tl;dr: that would be the autism! thank you, it WILL happen again! that is a threat! 🥰

#jennilargh #jenna answers

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whysodelirious08 · 9 days

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E.M blurb. Fine for all audiences.

Sorry its short. Its just a lil something. I know I haven't been around for a while lol. Just something before I go to bed bc I slowly getting my muse back. Not proofread!

Fine for all audiences!

Feedback is welcome but be respectful

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Your eyelids sat closed though you could feel the setting sun still on your face, your room so quiet yet it didn't bother you too much. A comfortable silence, you supposed. One you had grown too used to for your liking. You could feel his arms around your waist, his slow breaths fanning the back of your neck, tickling stray hairs that almost made you want to squirm. He had fallen asleep as you read out the second article of the latest Hit Prader magazine starring the hottest band in the world: KISS. You couldn't say if he liked the band much and you were reading it because you were following on from the first page just out of curiosity. The glossy pages falling at an angle as you held it sideways, not ideal but you tried. Eddie always nagged at you not to risk ripping the pages.

Most wouldn't know, but he kept his magazines pristine, claiming that in a few years or decades he could sell them for a good price. You would always roll your eyes and tell him he'd better find a good storage space for them because he'd be crazy if he thought you'd let him keep them stacked up in a corner like they currently were. The stack was halfway up your dresser and according to Eddie, that was only this years. His collection went back to 1980 or perhaps it was '82. You couldn't remember. The magazine was placed down and you tried to get some sleep yourself but you were too lost in thought about the idea of you and Eddie looking at places together. You both knew it was a little too soon to do so given you were both still in high-school but you were both so close to graduating that it felt right to try and get out of the trailer which you had all but almost moved into at this point. You loved Wayne but you and Eddie both wanted to give him his freedom to not listen to Eddie play his guitar or sing drunkenly to Iron Maiden.

So many plans. So much to do. But the crash of Thunder urged your eyes to snap open. Your bed empty. The room dark. But it wasn't the thunder that replaced the silence. It was your quiet sobs and thickening sadness.

He wasn't coming back...you could only live in his memory.

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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Red

wrote this a while ago and wasn’t going to share it to tumblr bc it’s a little intense, but fuck it. it’s my blog, i love intense stuff and i’m gonna share it 😎

dream decides to show sapnap some very VERY sensitive spots on george. with the help of sapnap, they hold him in place and make him scream ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(lee!george / ler!dream / ler!sapnap : 1.6Kwords)

this fic contains intense feet tks and light restraints

“Cmon Dream, hold him steady for me!” George barely heard Sapnap’s request over his own frantic laughter, trying his best to kick and squirm free from the blondes grasp. “It shouldn’t be this hard, this man weighs like, two pounds!”

“Okay but clearly he knows how to throw his two pounds around, because he’s so fucking squirmy I can’t get a good grip!” Dream sassed back, his arms wrapped around George’s calves as the brunette continued to writhe and flail around the bed as much as he could.

“Ugh, fine, you bitch.” Sapnap huffed out under his breath, walking forward a few steps to the edge of the bed where Dream sat, smirking as he watched George squirm and pull at the handcuffs that were secured above his head. He rolled his eyes at the dramatics, reaching down to grab at George’s feet in order to help Dream secure them more.

The scream that tore from George’s throat, however, was enough to cause Sapnap and Dream to freeze their movements, eyes wide as they both turned their attention to the oldest boy. George’s face was bright red, staring back at them with nervous giggles pouring out of him, shaking his head quickly back and forth without saying anything. Sapnap furrowed his brows in confusion, not understanding what he was pleading for.

But looking down and seeing that he had wrapped a finger under George’s toes quickly answered that question for him. Sapnap smirked, raising an eyebrow at Dream as he too caught on to what was happening.

“Oh George, what’s got you so nervous? What’s wrong, pretty boy?” the elder couldn’t stop the nervous squeak that climbed its way up his throat, followed by more nervous laughter as he continued to shake his head in protest.

“I-I’m nohohohot! Shuhut up!” George was fighting with the restraints harder than before, pulling at his wrists and trying to yank his legs free from Dream’s headlock. He felt a tighter grip on his right foot, screaming out as his toes were pulled back, presumably by Sapnap. “NOHOHO NAHAAA D-DOHOHN’T!”

“Holy shit, what are you doing to him?! It sounds like you’re killing him!” He heard Dream burst into high pitched giggles at his own reaction, unable to stop the squeal that escaped him as he felt a nail scrape at the lower part of his big toe, trying desperately to curl them with no success.

“See the lower part of the toes? This absolutely destroys him,” Sapnap continued to drag his nail over the lower part of his big toe before moving onto the second one, giggling when George let out another shriek. “See? And when you hold his toes back it just gives you so much more access to them! The best part about that is that he can’t even curl his toes to protect himself!”

“NAHAHAHAHA S-SAHAPNAHAHAP NOHOHO!” Dream let out a surprised giggle as George pulled at his ankles harder, almost losing his grip on the squirmy boy but thankfully readjusting himself before George was able to slip away. The blonde tightened his grip and brought his attention back down to Sapnap’s fingers, which were now scratching slowly underneath the pad of George’s third toe.

“How did I not know about this?” the blonde questioned, getting a shrug in response as the younger of the two stayed focused on his task at hand. “Look at him! He’s like a worm!”

George could barely focus on what Dream was saying, too busy pulling at his wrists and bucking his hips up and down against the bed. Sapnap had found this spot by chance during one of their many tickle fights, and George had managed to always somehow get away whenever it was in danger of being tickled again.

However, Sapnap never had a Dream to help hold him steady. This was the first time George truly felt how horribly ticklish this spot was. He didn’t know what to do with himself. They were only on his third toe and his cheeks were already wet with tears; his lungs were already on fire.

A high pitched scream caught the attention of the two boys at the end of the bed once more, Sapnap smirking as he scratched under the pad of his fourth toe. He remembered that this had always been the most sensitive for George, and decided to pull his toes back as much as he could to make sure he had access to the underneath of it.

“NAHAHAHAHA N-NO- D-DOHOHON’T! PLE- NOHOHO NAHAHA!” George’s cackles were frantic and desperate, louder than they had been in the minutes before as he felt his most sensitive area being scratched and tickled with no mercy. Sapnap’s tracing was precise, never moving from underneath the pad of his fourth toe. He lazily dragged his nail up and onto the pad every now and again, doing tiny circles and making George squeal and squeak.

“Oh Georgie, your poor little toes! This one’s the most sensitive, isn’t it baby?” Sapnap teased, George responding with a whine as he continued his hysterical laughter. The younger boy could see that George was quickly losing stamina, still yanking at his wrists and legs but not nearly as much. He knew his breaking point was near and decided to spare him, moving onto the pad of his pinky toe.

“Awh Sap, listen to him! He’s squeaking!” Dream smiled, giddy laughter flowing easily as he listened to the chirps and squeaks between George’s screeching. Sapnap nodded his head in acknowledgment, giggling to himself as the older boy started begging out protests when Sapnap focused on pulling back his pinky toe for more access to the area underneath.

“Yeah, he does that sometimes, doesn’t he?” George wanted nothing more than to press his lips together to stop the laughter and squeaks, but he couldn’t dream of it when Sapnap was scratching at his toes like that. He could feel his brain slowly melting, not able to struggle anymore and falling limp against the blankets below him. George could feel himself shaking his head slightly, still pleading and squeaking and crying out in ticklish agony. “So cute, George.”

“NAHAHAHA I-I CAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE!” Dream chuckled and rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness, eyes meeting with Sapnap’s as he too shook his head at the exclamation from the elder.

“You’re talking, right? That means you’re breathing. You’re fine, George, stop being dramatic.” The brunette was cruel with his words but knew that George truly was tiring out, and so he decided to go out with a bang.

Sapnap stopped scratching at his pinky toe only to shove his fingers in every space between them, twisting his fingers and causing George to squawk before falling into hysterical cackles. Dream didn’t think he’d ever heard him laugh that hard, turning around and seeing how red the smaller boy's face was. His eyes were still squeezed shut as he pulled pathetically at his restraints, tears steadily flowing from how hard he’d been laughing.

When Sapnap removed his fingers George was able to get a quick breath in, immediately losing it again as he felt a light scratching between his third and fourth toe. George’s hysterics quickly turned silent, attempting to scream out but unable to speak properly. Dream noticed this and grabbed at Sapnap’s hand, stopping the movements but not removing the pressure from the spot to keep George laughing.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Dream moved a hand to rub light circles on his ankles, trying to help calm George as his laughter regained its volume.

“R-EHEHED, PL-PLEHEASE REHEHED!” The minute the safeword passed George’s lips, the tickling stopped and his legs were freed. George took in shallow breaths, still gasping and crying from the intense tickling he had just endured.

He felt the warmth of two bodies pressed on either side of him, feeling his hands being maneuvered out of the cuffs and slowly brought down to his sides. Fingers rubbed soothingly over his wrists as the two younger boys softly praised George, telling him how amazing he was and how good he’d been.

George hadn’t opened his eyes, too tired to speak and no energy to move from where he currently was. He felt a large hand combing through his hair as a prickly chin was pressed into his neck, making him squeak but not tickly enough to want to get away. A wobbly smile reappeared on his face as his breathing finally began to even out, moving his hands to grip onto the thumbs of the two boys for comfort.

He could tell by the breath against his neck that Sapnap had fallen asleep, feeling tired himself and letting out a big yawn as he stretched his legs. George felt Dream press a gentle kiss to his temple, wrapping an arm around the older boy and pulling him closer for cuddles. George hummed in approval, tilting his head to the side to slot it into the crook of Dream’s neck. Another yawn and another scratch at his scalp was enough to melt him, falling asleep in the comforting warmth of his best friends.

#lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #oof #sorry not sorry #i love this tbh #sent it to cal a while ago and we died together #puppyduo stays together and suffers together tbh #anyways………enjoy #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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thedragonagelesbian · 4 months

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For the one word prompts, 2-Safe and/or 21-Laughter, possibly for Cyrus and Wyll bc I think they both deserve them 🥺🥺 or for anyone else you feel like writing for!! ❤️

thank you dear <333333333333333333333333333

Send me a one-word prompt and I'll write a lil something

You're so right they DO deserve this, I love the prompt 'safe' for them so much I decided to write one for each of them. I also swapped the order of the prompts to have one ficlet for each of the three acts of the game

Also. I know these are all too long to constitute proper drabbles and I don't care!! Once I start writing about these two, I can't stop.

21 - Laughter

"Are you alright?"

Cyrus' head was ringing as he picked himself up off the floor, pointedly ignoring Wyll's outstretched hand. This was now the second house--or was it the third?--in this demolished husk of a village in which he had nearly bled out, and he was getting sick of it. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been hurt this bad: sore from head to toe, skull still throbbing even now that he was on his feet again, blood slick and sticky down his sleeve, abdomen aching and bruised with every breath, every blink, every moment...

But that didn't mean he needed help.

"That ogre hit you mighty hard," Wyll continued in a tone that would have been consoling to just about anyone else, but Cyrus grunted in response and began to dig through his pack.

"I've been hit by worse." A blue dragon allied with the Zhentarim in Iriaebor, for example, determined to raze the city if it couldn't be kept under their control. But that had been over a century ago, and the bad memories did little more than tighten Cyrus' scowl. "I'm fine."

If the harsh snap bothered Wyll, he didn't show it. Instead, he studied Cyrus for a moment, his expression steadfast in its stoicism before he bent down to inspect the corpse at their feet. Cyrus couldn't help but give a small sigh of relief. That was a better use of Wyll's time than fussing over him, he was sure.

Meanwhile, Cyrus pulled out a satchel of rogue's morsel salt. A pinch taken with water was at least enough to dull the agony in his side, but a pang remained between a couple of ribs that were probably broken. They would have to camp soon, loathe as he was to admit it, furious as he was with himself for how weak he had become. How in the hells had he ever been any good at this?

The plate mail, for one, a cocoon of hard metal layered thick enough to protect him far better than these damned leathers could. The divine healing, too, the pulse of the holy he could draw out through his hands to patch himself up with merely a thought. And the smites, and his holy aura, gods he missed that, each breath another fold in the fabric of the universe to keep himself and his loved ones safe.

Well, his loved one.

And what did he have now?

A tadpole in his skull, a new magic that seemed to knock from his fingers just as quickly as he summoned it, and a few other people as fucked over by life as he was.

And at that moment, one of those people in question produced a massive ivory war horn from the dead ogre's belt and blew into it. Loudly.

The noise caught Cyrus by such surprise that he nearly drew his weapon, but wheeling back around, he saw only Wyll, smile sheepish as the thunderous roar died down and he gave an apologetic shrug. "It's like I always sometimes say." He nudged the still-lifeless corpse with his toes. "You can't summon dead ogres, no matter how hard you blow."

Cyrus blinked at him hard, so stunned by both the cacophony and the absurd follow-up that he couldn't help but laugh. It didn't sound like that, of course-- it was a rough, choked noise, up through the nose and only tickling the top of his throat, and it shocked him almost as bad as the horn did. "You..." his breath was short now too, lungs stuck between articulations until it forced something less like a snort and more like a bark from his windpipe. "You always... sometimes say that?"

Wyll's smile widened, and Cyrus swore his chest puffed up a bit. "Indeed I do. A habit I picked up from my father, for it was he who first told me: a good idiom is worth its weight in... well, just about anything, depending on the circumstance."

Still stutter-chuckling and nearly breathless, Cyrus asked, "And what is it worth now?"

"Hearing you laugh."

2 - Safe

(1)

The evening started like any other: hot tea in Cyrus' tent, underneath the herb planters and the light cantrips that sustained the canopy above their heads. Newer was the physical intimacy, seeking respite between sips of the bitter infusion in shoulders or the crooks of necks and each other's hands, but the sense of safety was so familiar to Wyll as to almost feel old. As absurd as it was given the short time in which they had known each other, when he felt Cyrus' arm around him, he could almost forget that he had ever known anything other than its steadiness.

Almost. But their impending arrival at Moonrise Tower had stirred up too many memories and feelings about what had come before. Wyll had started trying to give voice to that, as new as it was too. So eloquent in every other regard, describing his trepidation came to him like early season snowfall, each word an individual flake struggling to survive long enough to join with its kin and build up into something of substance.

Most of the time, the words melted away, but Cyrus listened patiently anyway, and always kissed him first on the cheek and then on the lips before leaving to check the camp one more time before bed.

Tonight, though, when their cups were emptied and Wyll had started yawning, Cyrus hesitated. He did pull away, and he did turn to face Wyll, but instead of kissing him, he said, "I, uh, have something for you."

"Another book?" Wyll asked hopefully. Cyrus had found plenty of fuel for his budding barding, but the Shadowlands had proved light on light-hearted literature.

"No, it's... well, I know how this will look, but just bear with me for a moment."

Cyrus reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of rings. Both had bands of warm, recently-polished gold and were topped with bloodstones chiseled into hearts. The only distinction between the two was the ornamentation of a pair of hands framing each heart-- one cupping it from below, the other hugging it from above.

"I had Gale identify these for me, he says that they work together so that whoever wears this one," he pointed to the down-turned palms, "can protect the one who wears this one," the upturned palms, "from, well, just about anything. Makes them harder to hit, makes the hits they do take hurt less."

"That's quite the boon." Wyll considered Cyrus' cautious tone before adding, "But magic that powerful usually comes with a cost."

"Yes." Cyrus' brow furrowed, deepening the wrinkles already set there. "Whoever wears the first ring, whenever the other is wounded, they take the wounds too. Hurts just as deep and just as long, according to Gale."

"Oh." Wyll thought of how many times he had seen Cyrus drop in battle. Thought of cradling his dead body after True Soul Nere had plunged his screaming sword through Cyrus' stomach. "Oh, well, I'd be happy to do that for you."

"What? Wait, no, no, that is not what I'm getting at." Cyrus closed his hand around the rings and pulled them away. "Wyll. I'm covered head to toe in adamantine, I don't need..." His cheeks turned pink, and he suddenly dropped his gaze. "I- I want to do this for you."

Wyll felt his face warm too. "N-no, I couldn't possibly ask you to--"

"You aren't asking, I'm offering."

"More than I could in good conscience accept." Wyll reached out to take Cyrus' fist, and Cyrus let him uncurl his fingers, but Wyll's interest was not in the rings but the scar beneath them, which he stroked gently. "You've already given so much of yourself."

Cyrus responded by reaching up to massage the skin at the base of one of Wyll's horns. "And you haven't?"

Wyll didn't have a good answer for that. No easy way to say that his flesh felt like a small price to pay away for someone else's life.

But Cyrus said it for him: "You're right, I'm no stranger to sacrificing my body for people I love..." A small shudder passed through him. "For people who claim to love me... But that's all the more reason to trust that I know what I'm doing now. This isn't a cavalier decision for me, Wyll, I've given it a lot of thought, and I'm... ready, for the first time in a long time, to give this. To protect you. To keep you safe." His hand slipped from Wyll's forehead to the swooping lines across his cheek where Mizora had first dug her claws into him. "Please let me keep you safe."

Wyll tried to swallow and found a knot in his throat, gnarled and aching with pride and guilt and expectation, a wound worried too many times to heal clean, bled out over and over and over again for others.

He didn't know what it would mean to staunch it with someone else's skin.

"If you must carry my harm," he managed at last, "please at least also let me soothe it."

Cyrus was rarely one to accept magical healing, but he smiled now and murmured, "A fair deal." Fairer than any other Wyll had ever made in his life. Cyrus slipped one ring on and held up the other. "May I?"

Wyll nodded, a touch light-headed as Cyrus lifted his hand. As a rule, he tried not to dwell on what he had left behind in Baldur's Gate, all of life's milestones he had missed in his exile, but he was reminded of them now watching Cyrus slide the ring down his pointer finger. The other man's hands were rough and weathered, but Cyrus worked gently, tenderly, each caress a slow drag not of memories--Wyll had already missed out on those--but of dreams he had never thought would come true.

And when Cyrus bowed his head and brought his mouth to Wyll's knuckles, it was better than any fairytale.

(2)

When he first awoke in the Elfsong Tavern, Wyll assumed it was because Cyrus was coming out of his trance. Even nestled in a bed for the first time in ages, Wyll slept lightly, and even though Cyrus always tried not to disturb him when he broke his meditation, most nights, Wyll woke up anyway, over-attuned to minute changes in his surroundings to the point of exhaustion.

But most nights, the end of the trance was signaled by a slight shift in Cyrus' posture, a change of his breathing against Wyll's chest, a snuggling deeper into his arms.

Tonight, those arms were torn open as Cyrus was suddenly scrambling out of bed. Wyll sat up to watch him dash across the room and double over his pack.

"Cyrus?" Wyll rubbed at the sleep in his eyes and barely stifled a yawn. "What are you looking for?"

Cyrus didn't give any indication that he had heard Wyll, but an answer came when he pulled out the astral prism, a tinge of orange still swirling between its facets. In the moonlight pouring through the window, Wyll watched Cyrus hold it tight between his palms and press. Hard. Like he was trying to crush it, as if it were a sheet of paper and not a box of iron.

"Cyrus?" The jagged points of the prism's vertices bit deep into his hands, prompting Wyll to leap to his feet. "Cyrus! For gods' sake, you're going to hurt--" By the time Wyll made it to the corner, Cyrus' palms were already sliced through, blood mingling with his opalescent scar on his right hand and dripping down his left. Wyll tried to wrench the prism away from him, but Cyrus had always been the stronger of the two, and his grip was fierce. Desperate. Loosening only when Wyll begged, "Please, stop."

Cyrus blinked at him like he was realizing for the first time where he was. And Wyll realized for the first time that his pupils were blown with panic.

"My bloom, what's wrong? What's happened?" He took Cyrus' hands again, gentler this time, and he felt how they shook against his own. "Please talk to me."

The prism hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Cyrus held Wyll's gaze for a moment, grey eyes wide and trembling, before he crumpled. Wyll caught him before his knees could give out entirely, and Cyrus collapsed into him. He clung to Wyll and heaved against him and smeared blood all up and down Wyll's back, but Wyll did not let him go. He wrapped his arms as tight around Cyrus as he could, squeezing each shiver and shuddering breath until finally Cyrus gasped:

"I want this damn thing out of my head." The words, more distraught than Wyll had ever heard from him, came out hot and wet against his neck. "I want this fucking thing..." He suddenly jerked away-- just enough to kick the astral prism. It rolled to the other side of the room, where it knocked dully against a wall and came to a rest, which provoked a smothered sob from Cyrus. He let go of Wyll to clutch his skull instead, nails digging in to his temple like he meant to claw the tadpole out right then and there. "I want it gone. I want her gone. I want..." He looked at Wyll again, streaks of blood framing the wild look in his eyes. No longer the hunter but the prey. "Gods, I want this all to be over."

"It will be." It was an easy promise to make, and Wyll believed it. He didn't know where their journey would take them, but he knew where it would end, and he had his new oath and his love to guide him to that destination: Cyrus, in his arms, always and forever. With one hand, he took Cyrus' bloody hands into his own, while the other remained firmly attached to his waist. "It will be. A year from now, ten years from now, this will all be a bad memory, and that doesn't mean it won't still hurt, but we will have a lifetime of good memories together to weigh that hurt against... And we will be safe. The both of us, we will finally be safe."

#its the trifecta a little silly a little sweet a little sad :)#cyrus bg3 #cyrusXwyll

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httpslela · 2 years

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late night talks - r.b.

robin buckley x plus-size fem!byers!reader

warnings: fluff, lots of it!

author’s note: im a little nervous about this one bc its just silly and chill a bit corny even and idk if people like it but oh well

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It was this thing that you always did, you had a lot of trouble sleeping ever since you were little and you would probably just go to Jonathan’s or Will’s room for the night but both of them weren’t home, and you really didn’t want to bother your mom, so your only way was sneaking in your best friend’s bedroom in the middle of the night. You had told her you would do it so she didn’t get startled when you got there.

Robin didn’t think much of it since she knew you had sleeping issues and had slept in her bed many times before, usually after you came back from school for the day, but that was a whole lot different experience. She was never on the bed with you.

— Hi. — You whispered, closing the door really gently behind you and successfully not making much sound.

You were in your striped pajama shorts and a red sweatshirt you had taken from her and never given back. It was practically yours already.

— Hey. — Robin whispered back, from her bed. The only light in the room was her little bear shaped night lamp, right next to her bed, so you could see her face.

Her hair was messier than usual — so adorable — and you noticed she was wearing a green button-up pajama shirt. You could tell she was sleepy.

— C’mon, get over here. — You slowly made your way to her bed, watching as she got closer to the wall and made space for you on the mattress. She pushed the covers up so you could get under them, your body dangerously close to hers.

You felt your heartbeat race as she put the covers down again, you could feel her whole side touching you.

Robin was rested her head on the very end of the pillow, facing you. She didn’t let it show but she was nervous with your touch, her heartbeat had never been that fast and she was feeling her face grow hot. She could sense the awkwardness getting close to take over her.

— Sorry, didn’t wanna bother you. — You whispered, facing her as well. Bad idea. Now, your face was so close to Robin’s, that you could feel her breathing on your nose and mouth.

She was completely freaking out at this point, not being able to keep her mouth shut.

— Yeah, no problem. It’s fine, you never bother me, really. This is nice, y-you’re nice. It’s okay. Don’t worry. — You thought it was the cutest thing when Robin rambled like this and couldn’t hold your giggles in. She realized that she was doing it again, the rambling, and embarrassedly smiled.

— Shh, Rob. Sleep. — You closed your eyes and let your body rest and she did the same, mimicking your actions.

You didn’t fail to notice her arm almost shyly resting on your waist and you felt like you could throw up your heart at any given moment.

You opened your eyes for a split second, seeing her face from up close. Because of the weak yellow light, you could only see half of her face.

Her eyes were shut and her long lashes rested against her freckled face, a few strands of her hair tickling her cheeks. She was so pretty it hurt.

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn't even really know when exactly she opened her big blue eyes as well, but she stared at you right back. Both of you, barely breathing to the sight of each other.

Robin’s long fingers reached from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek gently, rubbing it with her thumb.

— You are… Like, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. — You flushed at the words that lazyly left her mouth, she was clearly drunk in sleep and it was adorable.

You were hopelessly in love with her, you knew it.

In a brief moment of courage, you closed the gap between you, smacking your lips against hers. Robin didn’t have much time to think, completely shocked that this was actually happening.

A girl was kissing her. Not any girl, you, her best friend, the one she’s been hopelessly in love with from the day you met.

She didn’t kiss you back and when you pulled away, you were already feeling like a fool for having done this. You should’ve thought that she wasn’t into you, what a stupid idea. It’s not because she’s into girls that she wants to kiss you, you should have known. Big, big mistake.

You started to move away, almost getting up and running home but she stopped you, holding you firmly on your place by your face, looking at you with examining eyes, brows slightly furrowed.

— I-I’m sor- — Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt her soft lips against yours. This time, it wasn’t as slow and hesitant as the first time. Robin was desperate.

You held her face, caressing the back of her head. Her warm tongue licked your bottom lip gently and you opened your mouth so she could enter it, your tongues moving against each other in a nice rhythm.

Both of your hearts beating fast against your chests.

Robin pulled away, feeling like she had just ran a marathon. You hid your face on the crook of her neck, hugging her, feeling your face burning and your smile that you couldn’t hold back.

— This is... Nice. — She said after a moment, caressing your back, feeling more relaxed than ever.

— Yeah. It is.

It didn’t take long until both of you drifted to sleep, resting in each other’s arms. You knew that from this night on, you’d have the nicest nights of sleep.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin x reader #robin stranger things #robin buckley stranger things #robin x plus-size reader #robin x fem!reader #wlw fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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tickly-trashcan · 1 year

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hi my love can you tell me about your kunikida hcs :) tickle or nontickle or both wherever your heart takes you hehe

A/N: miss dani you are going to cause me to have heart palpitations BRUHHH i love kunikida so so much and I'm in love with him and I am about to go bonkers ILY

i have such a hard time picking his tickle spots bc im a firm believer that he's at least a little tickly everywhere

IF I HAD TO PICK THO he's very tickly on his ribs, underarms, hips, and sides

he's also tickly on his neck and shoulders but those are his huffy giggle spots and those are EQUALLY as cute I'm in love

Dazai messes with him all the damn time with tickles and Kunikida hates it bc Dazai is really good at tickling and Kunikida cannot handle it

Dazai will tickle him in the worst situations too, like when he's writing something down or doing something else that's important

One time Kunikida held the door open for Dazai and Atsushi like a gentleman and Dazai jabbed him and he folded like a lawn chair he was so pissed and then Dazai just ran off

The other people in the office tickle Kunikida occasionally as well, but not like Dazai where it's planned

Sometimes Yosano will just rub his shoulder when shes walking by but she'll do it in a tickly way and he shudders

Ranpo will tickle him if he wants something like candy or whatever his heart happens to want at any given time but Kunikida will normally get him what he wants before the tickling happens lol

Atsushi and Tanizaki tend to stay away from Kunikida because they fear the backlash of tickling him

They've seen Dazai get got after tickling Kunikida... they are just a little scared now LOL

Kunikida can be a pretty intense ler mostly bc when he tickles someone its bc he's pissed off at them (more specifically, Dazai)

He doesn't normally tickle people tho, it's mostly Dazai that he tickles and it's only when Dazai's just been nonstop

He knows Dazai's spots and he'll take advantage of that and wait for the perfect time before he goes ham

(forgive me for some self-indulgent reader insert headcanons incoming)

When he's with a S/O, he's actually really sweet with tickles

He doesn't mind being tickled when it's his S/O, mostly bc he trusts them with his entire heart (SOBS)

He's a very gentle ler with his S/O as well, like he'll always ask beforehand and he never pushes them

Sometimes tho he won't ask but that's just bc he thinks that his S/O is being a little bit silly or something and he just nabs them and tickles them a bit

His laugh is normally pretty loud and surprised if it's someone like Dazai tickling him bc he's not expecting it, but when his S/O is tickling him he's a bit quieter

That said if they tickle him bad enough he will get loud bc he's a bit dramatic with tickling but he'll be fine dw

His laugh is mostly giggly and he huffs a lot when he's being tickled, but sometimes he'll also whine a bit?? is that the right word idk but he's very cute either way

When he's in a relationship he's very sweet, he always makes sure that his S/O is taken care of and comfortable

He is 100% the kind of guy that if he gets like a bonus from work or something he'll spend it all on his S/O bc he loves them

He also does the budgeting in the household so he makes sure there's always a little bit set aside for gifts or fancy dinners whenever he feels like his S/O needs a little pampering

He's not super physically affectionate, which is why tickling is kind of nice because he can let loose a little bit

Also when I say he's not super physically affectionate I mostly mean in public lol he's not a PDA guy

But when it's just him and his S/O he can get kind of clingy

he'll hold their hand, hug them from behind, bury his head in their neck or chest when he's cuddling he's just a big softie when he's not around other people

He's normally very regimented with how he holds himself but he feels so comfortable around the person he loves that he's just totally willing to let his guard down

sobbing over him brb oughhh I need to write more for him bless u dani for allowing me to yell about him a little bit i needed that LOL i hope you have a lovely day!! (expect a kunikida fic soon my brainrot is even worse now)

#kunikida #bungou stray dogs #headcanons #tickle headcanons #kunikida x reader #sorry not sorry #danibby

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raspberrysmoon · 4 days

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ummm please say more about the wilbur/john/xander fic right now <3 theyre my favourite guys ever and we need so much more content for them (i say as I write yet another fic not about them)

YIPPEEE YEAHHHHH LETS GOO!!!!! ok this got LONG so its all under the cut. uhm. i hope this tickles your fancy :3

i have SOOOO many thoughts abt these three tbh,,,, i had a thought last night of what it would be like if john and wilbur were engaged when wilbur. uhm. "died". but like 20 years later john's found xander and to hell with it if he can love them both. one is dead, itll be fine

except, wilburs not actually dead. he falls out of a portal and hes normal again and holy shit what does john do now. like thats still technically his fiance (and first love but shh) but his husband is Right The Fuck There

but it wnds up pretty okay. john makes sure wilbur really is okay and normal (hes as normal as he can be after being in the black for that long) and introduces them and it goes great

wilbur backs off of his own accord even though it absolutely destroys him to do so and gives both john and xander (mostly john) the shovel talk ("i swear to god- and ive met god- if you hurt him ill be one to get your ass and send it to hell" type shit)

but. where is this legally dead man going to live. aside from john, there arent many people who jnow him still alive (and ghats not to count the amount still working with peip) (there are two still working with peip. john and colonel schaffer)

so wilbur camps out on john and xanders couch until they figure out what to do from there

but wilbur is Old and Weak and hes honestly provably pretty close to (if not) disabled from the sheer amount his body has gone through and the couch is definitely making it worse. and xander being trained in medicine (though not practicing) steps in and is like "ok i know its going to be weird as hell but you have GOT to get in a bed. ours or not i dont give a shit" but they dont haev the space for another bed and honestly wilbur's been struggling to sleep alone anyway

so they end up dragging his ass into their bed and its like. the best sleep of his life. and he wakes up in the fetal position (normal) between john and xander (not where he fell asleep) and theyre both kind of holding onto him (what the fuck ?)

and he freaks a bit. bc thats his ex (?) fiance and his new husband. he cannot get between them like this are you kidding??

so he goes and sits on the couch but its really cold and he hates it (flashback sequence??) but he forces himself to not care and like. puts a show on or smth until xander wakes up and comes out like "why did you leave i was comfortable" and hes like "im already intruding a lot i felt bed" and xanders like "youre literally not but ok. do you like pancakes" and thats that (the answer is yes, blueberry ones)

and like a month later finally wilbur is cleared to get to work on mapping and explaining the black and white, and the lords in black, so he throws himself into that. 9/10 times he falls asleep at his desk or on the couch again and john and xander are both a little sad but theyte quiet abt theyre big boys theyre handling this great (<- lying)

and xander snaps after like. three weeks of wilbur destroying himself for the sake of explaining the shit he'd seen and he goes and demands that wilbur comes to bed one night and it goes a little something like this

"wil, come to bed"

"i have work to do"

"i dont give a shit, im shutting your laptop in ten seconds"

"no, i have shit to do. go cuddle with your husband" (< said bitterly)

"why are you being a bitch about this. we miss you" (< terrified this is wilbur shutting him down rn, but totally genuine)

"wtfdym you miss me. your husband is in there. you realize im your husbands ex right." (< getting increasingly upset)

"yeah. i mean. it doesnt really feel like you are ahymore, but if you want to call it that sure. but we miss you." (< catching on slowly. not fast enough)

"what" (< officially confused)

"have you not. noticed how much we're both kind of totally in love with you. really" (< losing his fuckingn mind)

"xander what the fuck are you talking about. what" (< also losing his fucking mind)

and then its a monologue about how john never stopped loving him and xander knew that if wilbur ever came back john would probably (definitely) go back to him in SOME capacity and he never minded. and then that happened and xander found himself doting on both of them and kind of maybe definitely falling really in love with wilbur and he can say not but. you get the point

by this point john is also here standing in the doorway (exhausted) (his fingers are crossed) and wilburs just stunned into silence for a while

and then he shuts his laptop and stands up and takes xanders (outstretched) hand and lets them take him to bed in silence and its. its his way of saying yes okay? its his way of telling them that he gets it, that he's done the same and that he loves them too

and they fall asleep together with wilbur in the middle. and its perfect

#this got so out of hand #whoops #wilbur/john/xander #raspberry writes #hatchetfield #alice answers asks !!#not even sure when i fleshed it out this much #last noght it was. 'lol what if they fell in love post b&w'

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ticklishfiend · 7 days

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um long irl tickle story because i’m tweaking out rn 😀

so i’ve got this friend who is also not Just A Friend and it’s complicated LMFAO anyways, we’ve done kink play stuff before so we know everything each other is into. obviously this means they know i’m real big into tickling fjskjf (which no, is not purely sexual for me lol. neither of us are very sexual people, kink isn’t always abt sex and i think more people in this community need that to register in their brains LOL)

ANYWAYYS so i dont think they know Just how into it i am, like they dont even know abt this blog but im slowly working up the courage to tell them abt it bc i know they wouldnt be weirded out (im just shy LOL). so bc they dont rlly know how big of a thing this is for me, they’ve never Really tickled me before.

now, i’ve tickled them. plenty actually lol. it’s super fun and i love tickling them sosososo much bc they’re reactions are so cute and they’re really good at holding still lol. but anytime they’ve tickled me, it’s mainly just like a poke here or a squeeze there, nothing for real yknow.

which is like. it’s fine. but every time they do it i get skyrocketed into the biggest lee mood for like days on end and usually i get too embarrassed to tell them dhsjndjsg

but the other day i actually decided to tell them how much it affected me. we had both spent the night at a friends house, and at every sleepover when its time for bed, our other friend goes to her room and then its just the two of us alone in the living room. we were high the other night and cuddling, and they kept teasing me by making claw hands and wiggling their fingers at me (i’ve told them before it flusters me So Bad when they do it and now they’re just relentless with it 😭😭), they poked me a few times like usual but also kept quickly skittering their fingers on my foot which they’ve never done before and dhsjjdjdf i was too high i was losing my mind

so that was it, but the next day when i got home i texted them telling them they were so evil for that bc now im feeling crazy. they found that hilarious and teased me abt it for a minute 😭 so i thought that was the end of it bc they rarely tease me too much (im mainly the dom in our relationship so i can understand why lol)

but then. but then.

my friend group went hiking all day today, so when we got back to my friends house we were pretty beat. me and my friend were cuddling on the couch watching tv, but they just kept. poking. me. i felt crazy LMFAO

so ofc bc im me, i was tickling back! i’m more deliberate with my tickles, so i kept squeezing their side and poking places i know they’re ticklish at. they ofc kept making wiggly hands at me, but atp im like so lee and it’s not enough 😭

so. i called them a coward! (teasingly, ofc). i didn’t get specific cause our other friends were right there and id rather they not know abt it LMAO but this main friend knew what i was talking about. they were playing all offended, trying to defend themselves, but they kept not actually tickling me so ofc i kept calling them a coward hehehe

so later tonight once we were at our own houses, we text each other almost immediately. ofc because i was feeling super lee after all that i told them i was (playfully) mad at them for teasing me earlier

they started defending themself again saying they aren’t a coward, so i texted back with “always threatening but never actually does anything about it 🥱 coward behavior to me”

they texted back with “when i come over tmrrw its over. im gonna get you”

😨 WHAAAATRTSJS

AAAAHHHHHH

i was. freaking out LMFAOOO

they kept teasing me back and forth about it and i am STILL losing my mind and that was hours ago 😭😭

we’re hanging out tmrrw night and yall. yall idk if i can HANDLE ITFNFKD we’re spending the night like we always do so once we’re alone and ALSO HIGH AGAIN��……bitch i can’t my stomach just turned a flip thinking about it omfg

anyways yeah sorry i know this was long but this little back and forth on “will they ever actually tickle me” has been going on for almost a YEAR now so im justifiably freaking out abt it LMFAOO

i’m also taking my driving test for my license tmrrw before we hang out so let’s hope i don’t start thinking abt tickles and crash the car 👍

#tickle community #tickling #irl tickles #irl story #personal

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