#ler!christophe

[tkle-parkie]

Ler!Christophe x Lee!Gregory Headcanons

I have some headcanons for them as well since I love Gregstophe.

Enjoy my Ler!Christophe x Lee!Gregory stuff ><

This isn’t nsfw! Strictly sfw and for comforting, I don’t do nsfw tickles because it makes me uncomfortable. Please understand that

Christophe ( Ze Mole )

He’s the reason why Gregory found out one his most favorite way of feeling loved is getting tickled

Christophe loves to embarrass Gregory by how ticklish he is in public, poking at him and give gentle tickles just to demonstrate. Of course this is all just to be a playful jerk and Gregory gets annoyed (in a affectionate way)

Speaking of being a playful jerk… boy is he smug and just downright an asshole (positively) when being a Ler, he teases Gregory about everything about him. From the way he laughs, how he reacts, and how ticklish he is mentioned previously.

He’s very sneaky, he loves doing sneak attacks on Gregory.

He has a pretty strong grip, he’s basically a death trap. Once Gregory falls into his arms, he’s basically done lol

Likes it to tickle Gregory to cheer him up, he know it will every time ♡

He loooves to do the whole “What? I’m not touching you or anything haha” stuff when he seems like he’s about to tickle him, which makes Gregory all nervous and once he calms down that’s when Christophe attacks

Tricks Gregory into a hug so he can tickle him alllll over his back jhjhjh

“Aren’t you ticklish?” “Ohhh you’re mine now, does that tickle? Hmm you sure?” “You are ticklish, liar.” “Where do you think you’re going?” “Is my sweetheart ticklish everywhere? Haha, you’re so weak, mon petit chanton..”  “I don’t even know why you’re trying to get away at this point, maybe you aren’t even trying..!”  hjhjjhjh aahh ♡

I know Christophe is a Ler but he does have a secret tickle spot on his back… he doesn't like telling anyone that though

Christophe gets annoyed by how long it takes for Gregory to wake up in the morning, so why not give him a little tickle attack to wake him up? ♡

Gregory

He remembers the first time Christophe started tickling him was when Gregory blurs out “I forget how easily ticklish I get.” and now it’s just a nonstop thing between them lol.

He has so, so many very ticklish spots. It’s almost endless, and Christophe takes advantage of that greatly

He runs out of breath very easily, so when he feels like he really needs a break they made sure to have a safeword between them, just so Gregory doesn't suffocate on himself lmao

He’s a fighter, when it comes to getting tickled he starts punching and kicking all the time, which is a little bit more harder for Christophe to keep him still. (And sometimes he will punch Christophe in the face by accident)

Even if he knows he’s not gonna break through Christophe’s grip, he tries anyways, he squirms a whoooole bunch

Gregory snorts.. And squeals a lot.. Chuckle (Of course Christophe points it out like “Awh, was that a snort? That’s cute, amour” to embarrass him)

Gregory’s armpits are the mooost ticklish out of all the whatever number of tickle spots he has, but this one will let him full out scream bloody murder. Which startled Christophe at first but it became normal after a while

Even after Christophe is done tickling Gregory, he will have these little giggle fits without Christophe even doing anything to him. Gregory will just be laughing at nothing for a few minutes as he finally calms tf down

Gregory has a hard time sleeping, so what’s the solution for him? Getting tickled till he’s exhausted of course, and as a bonus they can cuddle afterwards ♡

Bonus scenario: Christophe challenges Gregory that if he ever kicks him or thrash around too much he will keep tickling more and more til Gregory gives up. Sometimes, Christophe likes to cheat, and say he kicked at him with his boyfriend replying with “No no I didn’t!!” but it’s too late hehe

#sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #south park tickles #tword #tword community #gregstophe tickles #ler!christophe #lee!gregory #tickle hcs #tickle writing #gregstophe

[fanficsandfluff]

Squealing Santa 2k23: All the Maybes in the World

Fandom: Peacemaker (DCEU)

Characters: Peacemaker (Christopher Smith), Vigilante (Adrian Chase)

A/N: Happy Holidays, @fluffy-lee-boa! It has been a hot minute since I've actually watched the show or seen Suicide Squad, but I sure did try my best. Peacemaker is a comfort character of mine, I love him to death, and I just want him to be happy.

Tried my best to take inspiration from your prompt: "Maybe Character A discovering he’s ticklish for the first time and wanting to bond with the Character B so they ask about it."

Thank you @squealing-santa for your organization and hosting another year of this fantastic tradition!

It's been a pleasure being able to provide you with your 2023 Squealing Santa fic!

"Is it bad?"

"No."

"Is it good?"

"If it wasn't bad, wouldn't you then assume it was automatically the opposite?"

"Is it cancer?"

"Adrian, what the fuck."

Christopher Smith pinched his temple between two fingers, letting out a very drawn-out sigh. When he came to his friend about his... well... discovery, let's put it, he had no idea how dense Adrian would be nor how difficult it was for him to actually explain himself.

"Well, you're not giving me the best clues, you know. You can make this clearer and stop beating around the bush if you just admitted you loved me," Adrian said in his oh-so-oblivious yet sincere way, pushing his glasses further up his face. This admission gave Christopher another reason to groan, this time into both hands that now shrouded his face.

"That's-That's not it, Adrian."

"Yeah, okay," Adrian scoffed.

Christopher finally looked up from his dejected position and furrowed his brow. Just come clean. Why was it so hard? He wanted to talk about it in the first place and now that the moment was here, he was too fucking embarrassed.

"Em did something to me that no one's done in a really, really long time and it was... surprising? It just--"

"Who's Em?"

Christopher turned his head to look at Adrian and gave him the benefit of the doubt, knowing the nickname had been pretty new to him and her, "Emilia, sorry."

"Who's Emilia?"

Benefit fucking obliterated.

"E-Emilia. You've worked with her for the past month."

"I have?"

"Harcourt--"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so! Jesus, dude, here I am thinking Emilia was Eagly's other name or something."

Christopher was just about ready to walk out of his own goddamn trailer.

"So..." Adrian scooted a hair closer to Christopher on his buddy's couch, grinning, "What'd you two get up to?"

"She tickled me."

Adrian was still grinning, still nodding his head, tongue poking out like he was hearing some sick story about his best friend and teammate getting it on together, until, "Huh?"

"I know... I didn't know what was happening at first. And I just-- reacted! Then I shut down, she asked me about it, and pssh, I barely knew what the fuck I was feeling so I booked it out of there."

"Why'd you run away?"

"Because..." Christopher's mouth was fully ready to continue speaking, but his brain stopped him short. Why did he leave the situation so quickly? From what he'd heard about it, tickling wasn't too bad. But every part of his body wanted to flee the scene the moment it happened.

"Did Keith ever tickle you?"

In a rare moment of sincere clarity, Adrian hit the nail on the head with that unidentified trauma.

Of course. When the brothers would sneak around to avoid their father, the two would do anything they could to keep their spirits up. And that definitely included a tickle fight here or there, ones that young Christopher would lose more often than not. And if dad ever found them, he'd hurl the homophobic and incestual slurs. So, yeah, Chris never thought about that in a really, really long time. Until today. Until his fight or flight kicked in because of one stray touch along his ribs.

Christopher ended up nodding slowly after what he was sure was many moments of silence as he was taken back to decades ago. Adrian even let him have these moments, which was another big win for his character.

The realization dawned upon Adrian in a heartbeat later, and he was smiling wide, "You're ticklish?"

Chris felt an unfamiliar flush build in his cheeks and he glanced at his friend, "Yes, but don't get any ideas, Adrian, I swear to god."

"Wouldn't dream of it," not, "I just can't believe the Peacemaker is ticklish! Who would've guessed?" even Adrian let out a small, excited giggle.

"And you aren't? Why's it such a big deal? I bet you like it, too, you sick freak," even though Christopher came to Adrian to confess and get some advice about his predicament, he couldn't avoid hurling insults as his defense mechanism. Can't get too close now, remember.

"Oh, I do," Adrian thumbed his glasses again, nodding and possessing a very matter-of-fact look about him, "It's one of my favorite torture methods."

Chris made a face, knowing in that moment Adrian definitely meant to torture and to be tortured.

"What's there to like?" he asked more genuinely.

"It's so much fun, dude! The tingles, the nerve endings, the effortless laughter," Adrian was smiling just thinking about it, and Christopher was squirming at just the mention.

It was then, in basking in the beautiful memories of being involved in tickling, that Adrian reached out and pinched at Christopher's side without abandon. Chris shot off the couch completely, screaming a, "What the fuck!"

Adrian giggled with pure glee coursing through his body at the discovery his best friend laid out before him, "Stop fighting it!" he bolted off the couch and ran straight at Christopher.

They played a brief game of cat and mouse, Chris hurling every kind of insult at Adrian in his avoidance of the inevitable. The ever-determined Adrian wound up cornering Christopher in his bedroom, avoiding objects that were hurled at his head in the process.

"Go fuck yourself. Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your aunt--"

"What's Aunt Kathy got to do with this?"

"Well I know you don't have a sister, otherwise I would've banged her already, dipshit."

Adrian grinned disturbingly at the thought. He wouldn't want any part in that intimate affair, of course, but him being able to say that Peacemaker was his brother-in-law was too tempting to not daydream of.

Christopher was genuinely considering jumping out his window once he ran out of small throwable objects. That split second of decision cost him big, as Adrian roundhouse kicked him directly into his bed.

Knowing he had nowhere else to go, nothing else he could do to prevent this, Christopher threw up his hands, "Wait wait wait wait! Adrian, wait!"

"Yeah, buddy?" Adrian straddled Chris and rested his own hands on his hips just waiting for whatever his idol and friend was going to say to him.

Christopher shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before continuing his thought, "This is still new for me... I'd appreciate it if you, you know..." he swallowed, "took it easy."

Adrian couldn't believe his ears. Had he already converted Christopher into being okay with tickling? Not fighting back as much as his traumatized brain probably wanted him to? Adrian now felt he had a duty to uphold. To take a step in reversing whatever repressed, fucked up memories and feelings Christopher had towards tickling.

"Of course, dude," Adrian assured. He wiggled his fingers in quick anticipation and softly touched down on Christopher's belly. He could feel his friend tense beneath him and watched Christopher's hands land on his own face to cover up.

"No anti-torture techniques now, Mr. Military Man," Adrian chastised.

Adrian did take notice of Christopher making himself more vulnerable by lifting his hands like he did. And the Vigilante was not one to turn down the opportunity, so he clawed at Peacemaker's ribs, not pressing in too hard at the behest of his friend.

Christopher's arms immediately shot down and squeezed to his sides as laughs huffed their way through. When Adrian vibrated his fingers more quickly, that amped up Christopher's laughter, the much larger man rocking from side to side.

"Awesome," Adrian had a smile a mile wide at this discovery, at seeing his best friend and idol laughing this carefree.

Adrian tested out a few more spots on Chris's upper body, all earning him a variety of laughs. When he'd had his fill of exploiting his friend's weakness, he unhooked his legs from atop Christopher and knelt beside him on the bed. Chris took in deep breaths to recover and was rubbing his hands along the parts of his torso that still felt tingly.

"That was so much fun," Adrian decided to pitch in his two cents, smiling broadly.

Christopher was still processing what just transpired. He did think he should be feeling way more self-conscious after being so vulnerable like that, laid bare with all his emotions and his body. But no, he was actually feeling pretty good. Like the tickling was a stress-reliever. He would never admit any of this, however, of fucking course not.

"Economos is gonna die when he hears about this," Adrian seemed to be still in his own little fantasy world post-tickling, giggling at the idea of their teammates face when he tells him of Peacemaker's weakness.

"Oh, fuck no. You're not selling me out to Economos! I trusted you, man!" Christopher, fully on the rebound, saw the glint in Adrian's eyes behind the kid's glasses and the anticipatory smile on his stupid face, and, well... don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Adrian was squealing and laughing before Christopher even laid a finger on him. And yeah, it was clear to Christopher just how much Adrian enjoyed being tickled. Which was actually kinda cute.

And as Christopher was getting his footing being the giver of tickles, not the receiver, he was quickly seeing how much more he preferred this side of it. Doing the tickles. Being a younger sibling first, then only child, he was only ever on the receiving end or receiving nothing at all. Adrian must have been used to this kind of treatment being Gut Chase's kid brother, so maybe that's why it grew like it did within him.

Either way, Chris was fine taking pointers from Adrian on how to tickle him more effectively, which was all kids of fucked. And Adrian swore not to tell anyone else on the team about this. While Adrian and secrets was a ticking time bomb, Christopher knew he needed the time to fully anticipate what was to come. Maybe the team knowing wasn't a bad thing. Maybe he avoided the situation with Emilia too quickly. Maybe there was still a chance for him to feel more grounded day by day, surrounding himself with loving people and loving acts. Fuck, he was getting soft... and maybe soft wasn't a bad thing, either.

#squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #squealing santa 2023 #ss2023 #squealing santa #peacemaker #dceu peacemaker #dcu peacemaker #dc peacemaker #peacemaker series #christopher smith #adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker fanfiction #peacemaker fanfic #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #lee!peacemaker #lee!christopher #ler!vigilante #switch!vigilante #ler!adrian #switch!adrian #peacemaker tickle fic

[gregor-samsung]

热带雨 [Wet Season] (Anthony Chen - 2019)

#热带雨 #Wet Season #Anthony Chen #2010s movies #lovers #Singaporean drama film #Yeo Yann Yann #Koh Jia Ler #women #cinema of Singapore #Asian movies #far east cinema #freedom #Christopher Ming-Shun Lee #school #Chinese people #passion

[porqueamamosler]

"...quando vendes um livro a um homem, não vendes apenas 350 gramas de papel, tinta e cola - vendes a ele uma vida totalmente nova. Amor, amizade, humor e navios ao mar à noite - cabe todo o céu e toda a terra em um livro, quero dizer, em um verdadeiro livro."

Christopher Morley (1890-1957)

#Christopher Morley #porque amamos ler #o lúdico #livraria #vender livro #livreiro

[haechanskins]

Intoxic8 - Bang Chan and Changbin (pt.1)

☆ note: this is my first post and my first writing after some great years, hope you enjoy! i would really appreciate if you let a comment with your thoughts

☆ genre: smut, fluffy at the beginning, toxic at the end

☆ warnings: this will be kinda messy, be prepared; f!reader, smut, bondage, choking, teasing, friends with benefits (kinda fluffy), friends to enemies to lovers (toxic), degrading, angry sex, hatefuck, persecution and maybe more (?)

☆ wc: 3k

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clique aqui para ler em português. ☆

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"You really don't change, huh? Trying to get attention with these tweets?!" A notification popped up on the screen; my expression of laughter turned into doubt. Changbin. Changbin has sent a DM. "Damn, get off my back!" I thought before responding.

Changbin was my best friend and confidant; he knew that when I posted things like today, it was because I was genuinely lonely or had a lot of built-up desire, and to be honest, it was both. Our feud began when he was dating, and his ex didn't like me, going so far as to threaten me. Changbin, driven by the emotions of his past relationship, grew suspicious of me and distanced himself. Now, a year after their tumultuous breakup, I see him faded and completely empty. Even with no more contact between us, Changbin insists on tormenting and offending me whenever he can. We're no longer friends, we're not rivals either; in fact, we're nothing. But I know he harbors an incessant hatred for me, and personally, with each passing day, it becomes disillusionment. The feeling I carry is that our friendship was once unbreakable and beautiful; today, I see that our separation was laden with disappointments and caused me to lose faith in the gentle figure Changbin portrayed to me.

"You're really craving me, and you don't know how to ask." I replied and blocked my phone; if he thinks he can test my patience this time, he's very wrong. "Why would I want you?" he questioned. I wondered if he really wanted to engage in this senseless debate. "Well, you criticized a silly tweet of mine. Either it's desire, or you really have too much free time!" My message was viewed, and that was it.

Days passed since our interaction, and I continued posting on social media as usual. A phrase passed through my timeline: "I have boobs... and you have hands... I think that we can do something with that information." A momentary burst of laughter escaped, retweet! Not even 15 minutes passed, and the notifications started:

"You should stop this."

"Preserve the image that people have of you."

"If there is any, actually." - Changbin said.

"You again? I must be very hot." I sent with disgust. What image should people have of me? What do I owe them to need to maintain a dignified image?

"Yes."

The immediate response was a shock; Changbin doesn't usually yield or agree easily—something was wrong. He's proud, never gives in, and no matter how close we were for years, that would never change; it never did.

"You only confirmed something I already knew!" I replied and tweeted, "Being hot is a burden..." and then, in less than seconds, Christopher Bahng, my closest friend, responded: "True... I'm coming over, leave the window open!"

He was definitely the best in the world, both in advice and in bed. I never had and doubt I'll ever have an oral as good as his. Details aside, Chris always came to my house; after all, he lived at the corner of my street, already knowing where the stairs were to climb up, so he didn't even need to notify me. My parents didn't like him much, as sweet as the guy was, they thought he was indecent and always asked when I would get close to Changbin again. That's the conflict, a conflict of interests. The Bahng family has a network of cosmetic products, just like mine, in which Changbin's parents have a partnership.

"Are these hands okay?" Chris asked, appearing at the window and waving them as he entered. The purple LED light in my room illuminated part of his face, making his eyes even brighter than usual. "Did you really come just to fuck me, Christopher?"

"Is there anything more important right now? Only if you want, you know I don't refuse anything for a hottie like you." he said, laughing and lying down beside me on the bed. I nestled in his arms and began to speak. "Changbin called me... just to annoy me, I guess. He could stop hating me; the real reasons never existed," my voice carried a tone of sadness, not that I really cared, but it hurt in a certain way. "What did he say, love?" he asked, turning my face slightly, and our eyes met. It was like my home; Chris was my home, about to be destroyed without us even knowing. I explained everything, and he could only say, "I always knew he had some kind of repressed love for you." with a laugh and holding my face. "Seriously, you should try to meet and talk... a friendship of years isn't thrown away because of an ex-relationship. Besides, him invading your space out of nowhere is at least a lack of awareness and respect!" he said calmly. "I love you so much," I said, hugging the boy who reciprocated saying "I love you even more!" and planted a kiss on my shoulder.

At that moment, my phone vibrates, and Chris's curious eyes search for the device on the bed. He laughs and asks, "Why am I a jerk?" and laughs even more at my confused face. "Because your ex-best friend won't stop messaging you, saying I'm a jerk?" My jaw drops; it's impossible to have reached this level. Ten messages in a row, Chris laughed and talked about how desperate Changbin was while my anger grew. "I'm going to reply." I said. "Give me the phone" I asked, taking a deep breath. As he ran his hand through his curls, he realized I wasn't happy. "Hey, don't do this. There's no need to waste your time." I remained silent as the dark-eyed gaze of the brunette conveyed a comforting feeling. "I'm not offended babe, the anger is his... it's not your fault if he doesn't think about the consequences of his actions!" Chris was right, but I needed to take it out on something before I thought about it even more.

"They're good." I whispered, watching Chris's eyebrows change expression in confusion. "These hands are good!" I said, taking one of his fingers to my mouth, with little time for reaction. Chris had already pulled me by the waist for a hungry and electrifying kiss; every touch of his made my body shiver entirely, and I yielded to his movements. I sat on his lap, and soon his hands went under the thin nightgown that covered my entire body, his hands roamed my almost bare back, and his moist lips touched my neck. Our heavy breaths filled the room's silence in an exciting way. "May I?" he asked, bringing his hands close to my breasts. "You must!" I replied impatiently; one of his hands remained there, massaging, and the other was on my nape holding my hair. I rarely took steps that led us forward during the act; Chris had all the initiatives, but I had a billion-dollar energy running through my body as if my libido were about to explode. I stopped our kiss and stood up; a doubtful and worried look fell on me from his eyes "Do you want to stop? Is everything okay?" he asked. "Everything's great" I replied with a pounding heart. He sat at the edge of the bed and called me for a careful hug, but unlike what I imagined, I turned my back to him and took off the thin fabric I was wearing. I felt his hands touching my now exposed waist, pulling me closer. I turned to face him, and his eyes fixed on my breasts as if he were hungry. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, and his eyes met mine. "You're beautiful," he said "You're too beautiful" he repeated, emphasizing, and I felt my face start to blush. "You're sexy, and THIS" pointing to the clothes on the floor and to me, "is too much provocation!" he affirmed while pulling the edge of my panties and kissing my belly, moving to the thighs. Soon, I was again on the boy's lap, but completely naked, and he was loving having a complete view of everything. Abruptly, my back met the mattress, and Chris's mouth started to make a trail on every inch of my body, giving some love bites to my breasts every time he passed by them. He smiled openly and without stopping. Honestly, I didn't understand the reason, but I liked seeing his spontaneous and lively reactions, and for the first time, I felt an even greater desire to try more. "Chris?" I noticed him completely lost in the curves of my body. "Babe?" - "Yes?" he looked at me from bottom to top. "I want to try what you had mentioned." His expression didn't remain firm; he was excited but scared. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Absolutely, I think it's the moment" I said, and I saw his eyes darken like the night sky and shine like the stars that inhabit it. "We'll have to improvise, but it could work" said. "Under the bed, there's a box with yarn and also an old rope, does that work?" "Yes" he answered, already reaching for the box. Next to my bed, there was a desk, and in its drawer, an unused vibrator, I thought to myself for a moment. "We need to agree on something" he said "What?" I asked as the boy wound the yarn around his hand to make it thicker to tie me up. "Colors. Green means I can continue, yellow to go carefully or to change, red to stop immediately. Okay?" he explained, and I nodded. Chris and I had enormous freedom, so we talked about fetishes, random desires, impossible dreams... one of these fetishes discussed was BDSM, and it would be a lie if I denied that I had never felt interested or said that such topics didn't bring me a certain excitement. Maybe it was the way Chris described it, but curiosity was growing in me... less courage, but today was a different day!

Chris asked me to bring my hands to my back, and as gently as possible, he tied my wrists. The next step was to place the rope on my neck and run it down the length of my belly, then move to my back, and that's when the strands of wool came in, encircling my breasts and waist. During each knot, he showered kisses on my body, asking if everything was okay, and it truly was, everything was fantastic. After finishing the ties, his gaze changed, and his hand found my neck; our lips collided again, even hotter, and Chris displayed all his need right there.

"For the words I'm going to use, use the codes we talked about, okay?" he asked, and I just nodded in agreement. "I didn't hear that" he said authoritatively. "I want to hear you answering" he continued. "Yes" I replied, feeling my butt receive a strong slap. "Yes, sir!" he corrected. "Yes, sir" I murmured. "Good girl!" he exclaimed, turning me around and making me lean over the bed. "Decided to include your own toy here?!" He laughed, turning on the slightly vibrating object. Chris clicked the speed button three times and set it to the maximum. "Let's see how much you can take." He touched the vibrator to my clit, inserting two fingers into me. "You're so wet; did just that get you like this?" he teased. "Yes" I whispered, trying to contain the moans. Chris then reprimanded me with a look, and I corrected, "Yes, sir!" An involuntary loud moan escaped, "you won't moan or speak unless I ask you to" Christopher said "You also won't cum until I give permission" he said, and I could already feel my intimacy throbbing. The pressure to stay silent was difficult and disturbing in a way.

Many thoughts raced through my head with each act. My desire was to touch him or be able to touch myself when he stops just to provoke me—a discomfort in my wrist bonds begins, and then I physically understand the purpose, the tension running through the body, and the desperation to want more and more. The moans start to become uncontrollable. "I said you can't moan or speak unless I allow it!" Christopher said firmly, giving a hard slap on my butt, making me moan even louder. His look of satisfaction was evident; his smile was evident. "Please" I whispered. "You're entitled to three words. What are they?" Chris said, sitting me in front of him and putting his hand on my neck again; his hand was huge and fit perfectly there. "Fuck me now" I begged, and so the night went on.

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The sound of the door slamming downstairs made me wake up slowly. A familiar male voice resonated through the house. Due to sleepiness, I didn't recognize it and closed my eyes again. My parents never entered my room until 2PM to check if I'm okay, so Christopher spent the nights with me and left as soon as I went downstairs for lunch, knowing that no one would be on the side of the house where my room is. This started when I entered university, and on Fridays, I usually spent day and night in the lab, coming home very tired; there was no way to wake me up on Saturday mornings.

"I bet she'll be very happy to see you here, Bin" my mother's voice became louder, and steps headed toward my room. For a few seconds, I tried to understand what was happening. "It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, wake up!" I repeated, pinching myself. "What's a nightmare, angel?" I heard Chris's husky voice enveloping me in his arms. Two knocks on my door, we looked at each other alarmed; on the clock, it's 8AM, the doorknob turns, but the door is locked. "And now?" I whisper. Chris puts his finger in front of his own mouth to ask for silence while my mother calls my name, saying, "Bin came to see you, said you talked and resolved things." Son of a bitch!

I see Chris's messy curls as he moves carefully around the room to get dressed, and I feel like I'm going to pass out from anger; if it weren't for this desperation, I would spend the whole morning wrapped up in him. "Your wardrobe makes noise; say you're going to get up and change into pajamas, and I'll get into it in case your mother comes into the room" he murmured in my ear. What a mess!

"I'll open it now; I need to change my pajamas" I said, following the plan that could go very wrong. As soon as I see the shirtless boy hiding among the clothes, I feel guilt and love; as soon as he settled in, he winked and smiled. I closed the wardrobe doors and opened the bedroom door, seeing Changbin with the most mocking face possible. "Long time no see!" Changbin said, hugging me as he entered my room. "Good morning, daughter. I'll let you talk."

"You're very shameless" I said, slapping his arm. "And you're attention-seeking, a slut!" he retorted. What did he come here to do? It made no sense whatsoever; it was a chaotic and utterly ridiculous scenario.

"Where is he?" he asked. "Are you kidding me? You come to my house, wake me up at 8 in the fucking morning, pretend we're settled for my mom's sake, all just to look for Chris? Who are you?" I shout without realizing, pushing him toward the closed door.

"Won't you answer me?" he asks again. "I want you to fuck off, Seo Changbin. Get out of my house." I said with disgust. Changbin held my arms and approached my ear, whispering, "Do you want me to fuck like you do with Bahng every night?" I let go, slapped his face, and opened the door in silence for him to leave. He laughed silently, stroking his cheek, and staring at me as he descended the stairs.

I locked the door again and opened the wardrobe for Christopher to come out. I was already in tears, and he watched every inch of my body to make sure everything was okay. "Hey, I'm here," he said, hugging me and planting a kiss on my forehead. "I'm here..." he repeated. That's how we stayed for a while until lunchtime arrived, and he had to leave.

Evening arrives, and nothing lets me stay still. I can't stop thinking about what Changbin did in the morning; it was madness, complete madness.

"Thinking about me?" the message comes instantly. Did he change his number?

"You're disgusting," I replied and blocked his new number. Soon, another message comes through Twitter.

"I know you're thinking about me!" he asserted and continued, "I just need one night to make you forget Bahng, the idiot."

"I don't want to forget him; I want to forget you. Leave me alone."

"What does he have that I don't?" he persisted.

"Do I really need to answer that, Changbin? Do I need to draw a picture of our entire last year? Do I need to say who welcomed me and who takes care of me every day? Fuck you, damn it!"

"Okay, then." And the conversation ended just like that, out of nowhere. I wanted to end him in every way; only anger ran through my body. I put on my headphones and fell into a deep sleep, only to be awakened again by light taps on the window. "Come in" I said without turning around. As usual, I feel my waist being embraced and feel comfort again.

"You'd accept anyone, wouldn't you?" The voice wasn't the only one that climbed my window every night; it was Changbin's. I jumped up in shock. "What are you doing here? What the hell is this?"

What comes next? What are your thoughts? 'Intoxic8' was the winning story in the poll and will be divided into two parts! I hope you enjoyed it so far ♡

#kpop bg smut #kpop smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids smut #changbin x you #changbin x reader #changbin smut #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #haechanskins

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

lee! changbin and ler! chan and minho!!

who wreck changbin really good😼

Diagnosis:

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Changbin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan and Minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

[Medical AU]

I choose to keep the warnings secret to sustain some level of surprise to the story. Read at your own risk !!!⚠️ 

@jeonginsdiary HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE 💕

-Changbin is a soloist in this story-

also i wrote this 4 months before it released, so the template's the same LMAO

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33@v--143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday@inkytornpages@lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

Being a soloist certainly wasn’t easy. Especially if you live alone.

Changbin felt pretty lonely, watching as all the other groups in JYP file into their dorms after a long JYP NATION concert. 

He watched as all the members congratulated each other with hugs and happiness, and that feeling of loneliness only increased. 

He smiled and waved at everyone until he got back to his dorm, following by shutting the door and then facing the dark silence. 

He usually feels at home, but the place only feels cold now. 

Sometimes, he regretted choosing to work alone. Other times, he realizes that he’s too shy to work with other people. 

Changbin slumped down onto his couch, hating the way his stomach rolled up and fixing his posture. 

He wished he had someone who would help him feel the same love as the others did. But that was impossible. 

The days only passed, his break becoming filled with his thoughts. He had no one else to think about.

Soon enough, this mindset became increasingly draining, leaving Binnie exhausted constantly from overthinking and feeling overwhelmed. 

However, the company noticed this soon enough, and they scheduled him a psychological evaluation for the next day. 

Changbin scowled at the schedule. He hated doctors visits. 

The questions that his doctor asked him always made him feel small and uncomfortable, and he was certainly not looking forward to it happening again. 

But it had to be done. 

The next morning, he prepared himself for the crippling questions that pierced through his confidence, hoping that maybe, maybe things would be better today. 

Changbin arrived at his appointment on time, making sure that his doctor had nothing to criticize. 

But it wasn’t his doctor. 

“Mhm…Ah! Seo Changbin?” A man said, smiling sweetly at him. 

“T-That would be me.” Changbin cursed at himself internally for stuttering. He probably looked like a idiot. 

“Right this way.” 

Changbin tried not to scrunch his nose up at the strong smell of hand sanitizer, it was making his eyes water. 

The man, whose name tag said ‘Christopher Bang Chan’, led him to the room, where Binnie took a seat on the chair. 

He prepared himself for the uncomfortable questions. He was an idol after all. He was used to this. 

However, this doctor didn’t say anything like that at all.

“How are you feeling today?” Chris asked with a dimply smile. 

“I’m feeling good…” Changbin lied, the words came so easily to him. 

“I don’t think so.” Christopher replied nonchalantly as he pressed a sphygmomanometer [blood pressure cuff] to the rapper’s chest. 

“Your blood pressure's increased drastically...are you okay?” Chris furrowed his eyebrows at Changbin. 

“I guess idol work has me feeling a little anxious, nothing more I guess…” Changbin trailed off, avoiding eye contact with the doctor as if it was embarrassing. 

But instead of making him feel uncomfortable, Chris had actually listened. 

“What part of your work makes you feel this way? Is it the producing, the deadlines, the performances…?” Chan smiled sweetly at Changbin as he spoke, leaving the shorter feeling considerably relieved and relaxed. 

“I think I just feel a little…lonely?” Changbin tried to communicate, feeling as if he needed to more in depth, but before that could happen, Chan cut him off. 

“Ahhh, you’re a soloist, right? That makes sense. I think you just need to have a good time with someone who wants to be around you. That one thing could decrease that feeling.” Chris diagnosed, scribbling on his notepad. 

“Oh-Okay. But I…” Changbin didn’t feel like saying more. 

He didn’t have friends. At least, friends who wanted to be around him for his personality and not his money. 

“-You don’t have friends.” Chris replied, smiling at the way Bin’s eyes widened. 

“You are famous. It makes sense. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m retiring from this job soon. I’m going to become a producer, so you’ll probably see me around.” Chris talked, clearly trying to cheer the rapper up.

“O-Okay.” Changbin didn’t know how to respond, but he was considerably happier knowing that the doctor was going to do what he loved.

“We have another way to fix that, but only if you want to…” The taller clicked his pen a few times before checking a box on his sheet. 

Let’s say Binnie was a little more than desperate. “That’s okay, I want to do it.” He replied, smiling shyly back at his doctor.

“Okay, let me call the psychologist, his name is Minho, by the way, and he will explain the procedure.” Chris stood up and left the room, leaving Changbin waiting on the chair. 

“Good afternoon.” A man walked into the room, who Changbin presumed to be Minho. 

“Good afternoon.” Changbin replied quietly, feeling a little shy. 

“Right. So Chan told me everything, so I’m here to explain the procedure.” Minho stared down at his clipboard as he spoke. 

“Okay…” Changbin watched as Minho took his seat, leaning forward to clasp the rapper’s hands with his own. 

“Do you know the effects of laughing on a human being?” Minho almost whispered. 

“Laughing lets you release endorphins, and enhanced your intake of oxygen.” Binnie recalled. 

“Oooh, we have a smart man here!” Minho smiled heartily down at him, squeezing his hands once, which Changbin found surprisingly relaxing. 

“So we have to find a way to destress you, and make you laugh.” Minho continued, Changbin nodding along with him. 

“So, we’re going to have to take an injection. Are you scared of needles?”

Changbin shook his head, confused.

But if the company trusted this psychologist enough to assign him to Changbin, then he must be safe. 

Minho walked over to Changbin and gently removed his jacket, causing the younger to shiver from the sudden chill hitting his skin through his tank top. 

“Oh, you’re wearing the perfect shirt. I don’t even need to do anything!” Minho gently took Bin’s arm in his hand and lifted it above his head, earning a little squeak in return. 

Minho pulled a long piece of metal from the table and strapped Changbin’s hand to it, high above his head, making sure it stretched just enough not to hurt, adjusting the strap so that it was snug, but not uncomfortable. 

The psychologist did the same with the other arm, guiding Binnie to a sitting position and strapping his legs down as well. 

“How is this going to help me laugh?” Changbin asked, nerves increasing as he tried to unsuccessfully pull his arms down. 

Minho just smiled and scribbled up the boy’s side. 

Binnie squeaked loudly and jerked away, his eyes widening in realization. 

No. They wouldn’t. Would they?

 A bewildered Changbin watched as Minho opened a box and grabbed a needle, sterilizing it before walking over. 

“This’ll hurt for a few seconds, then it’ll feel really tingly, okay?” Minho smiled when Binnie nodded, bracing himself. 

The needle went in, piercing the underside of his bicep, and nothing could’ve prepared Changbin for the pain that followed.

However, he held it back. A few strained whimpers escaped him, but most of it was muffled. 

“Okay. We’re done. You okay?” Minho patted Binnie’s bicep, eyes widening in awe at the size of it. 

The older attached a bandage to the bleeding point.

“Mhm.” Changbin suddenly felt extremely tingly, the feeling spreading from the area on his bicep, down his arm, and throughout his body. 

He stifled a giggle at the incredibly ticklish sensation. 

“Okay, I would tell you what this injection does, but I think it’s better if I show you.” Minho called Chris back into the room, who looked delighted to see the shortest okay. 

"Okay! How was the injection? I bet it hurt, huh? Well, how about we cheer you up..." Chan gave the pinned boy an evil smirk before ducking his hands down and squeezing once at his side.

The youngest jerked harshly with a loud squeal. 

Changbin didn’t think he was that ticklish…but his thoughts were cut out a few seconds later by his own laughter.  

Chan’s fingers continued to tickle all over his torso lightly, and the eldest watched as Changbin muffled his own giggles by biting his lip and hiding his face in his bicep. 

“Aweee! He’s so cute! Don’t try to hold it in, that shot was just to make you more sensitive.” Chan teased, giggling when Changbin’s face turned a bright pink. 

“mhmhmAHAHAHA!” Changbin squealed through his laughter as Minho joined in at his underarms, and the fact that he was wearing a tanked shirt made the unbearable feeling at his bare underarms insanely strong. 

Changbin tugged at his arms, forgetting that they were pinned high above his head, leaving him at the complete mercy of the two doctors. 

“PLEHEHEASE! WHYHY AHARE YOUHU TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE?!?” Changbin made out through his loud hysterics.

“Eh. You were cute and needed a laugh. Why else~?” Minho teased even further, moving slightly further down and startling himself with the scream that the helpless boy underneath him emitted.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Binnie cackled, suddenly throwing his head back when Chan’s hands curled around to his back, leaving the boy twisting and squirming weakly. 

“Fine. Later, though.” Minho frowned, instead moving downwards and squeezing Changbin’s thighs. 

“NOHOHO IHIHITS TOOHO BAHAHAHAD! AAAAAHH DONT!” Chan’s fingers had resorted to digging at his v-line, throwing the youngest into another round of loud laughter. 

Changbin had never felt more ticklish in his life. 

He was pretty sure the shot was to make him more ticklish, even Chan had said so. 

Binnie didn’t even know it existed. He wasn’t complaining though, he definitely felt better than before. 

“AHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STOHOHOHOP!-” Bin screeched, the feeling becoming way too overwhelming for him to handle. 

“Okay, break time!” Both boys let up on the heaving boy, who panted and gasped for breath. 

“ahaha…whyhy…” Changbin let out the last few giggles, smiling softly up at the two lers. 

“Never mind that. Why are you so freakin’ cute?!” Chan squeaked, pinching softly at the youngest’s cheeks. 

Changbin couldn’t help but blush, only to giggle lightly when the other two cooed even more. 

He finally caught his breath, only to start squealing again when Minho stroked lightly along the area between his armpit and highest rib, an obvious weak spot. 

The metal strap above his head clanged, Binnie squirming around as Minho dug one hand into the previously mentioned area. 

“AGGHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHAHAHA-” Changbin screamed uncontrollably and thrashed desperately at the insanely ticklish sensation. 

"Ouuu, this must be your worst spot!" Lino looked like he had found a pot of gold, making sure to contast the tickles on each side of Binnie's chest, one side lightly stroking, and the other side digging harshly.

"NOAHAHAHA! MINHO! MIHIHINHO PLEASE!"

Changbin didn't know which side to twist, both types of tickles were absolute torture for the poor soloist.

"He's too adorable! What's wrong bun? Someone's got the giggles?~" Chan cooed in a baby voice, squeezing Changbin's cheeks as he giggled at the flustered blush on the boy's face.

"Come on Chris! Help me tickle him! He isn't laughing hard enough!" Minho scolded, ignoring the loud screech emitted from the rapper.

"NOOOHO CHRIS DOHON'T HELP! I'LL DIHIHIE! PLEASE-"

"Of course you won't die! We're doctors, we know when to stop!" Chan glanced at the machine situated behind Binnie, which displayed the boy's statistics.

He was going to tap out soon.

Changbin begged and begged, tears streamed down his face, and he was twisting in every direction humanely possible.

Then Chris wriggled his fingers deep into the crevices of Binnie’s ribs, driving the helpless boy underneath him ballistic.

Changbin screamed as loud he could, which was pretty loud, and desperately tugged at his arms, which were infuriatingly still strapped above his head, unwilling to crash down anytime soon.

"OOH he's so loud!" Chan whined, as if he wasn't the one breaking the poor boy beneath them.

"Good thing the room's soundproof. It sounds like we're murdering him!" Minho winced as he pulled another scream from the soloist beneath him.

But Changbin would be lying if he said he hated it. 

"Say that you're happy, and we'll stop." Chan decided to give the poor boy a chance.

“BAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIM HAHAHAHAPPY!!!”

And just like that, the torture stopped. 

Chris unbuckled his wrists, and Changbin slumped, breathless, against the chair. 

Minho handed him a pill and a glass of water.

"What's this fohor?" Changbin stared at the small pill resting in his palm.

"It's the antidote for that injection you took. Though I would have liked it to stay like that, don't ya think?~" Minho teased, wiggling a singular finger in Binnie's face and watching him squirm.

The soloist popped the pill before downing the glass of water, slumping backwards against the chair and panting slightly.

“Do you feel better?” Minho asked, gently rubbing at his sore wrists. 

“Y-Yehea…” Binnie gave them a wide smile, and Minho couldn’t help but squish his cheek again. 

“Sorry ‘bout that. It’s kinda something we do for anxious or sad patients. Especially idols who need a laugh. You feeling better?” Chan giggled nervously.

“Y-Yeah. I’m definitely coming back later.” Changbin flushed when the other two cooed at him, exchanging numbers with him. 

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Changbin went back to his dorm, the flat looking a lot more comforting than before. 

He slept. A lot. 

Then someone knocked on his door.

Distracted from the light of his laptop (chop chop cooking up a hotpot-), Binnie opened the door.

"Hi! I'm apparently supposed to join your group? I'm your new leade-WAIT. Changbin?!" Chan squealed.

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #BAHSJD #IM SORRY ABOUT THE CRAPPY ENDING #this flustered me WAYY TOO MUCH #my brain is empty haha #I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY TIME #but this may be the best fic i have ever written #agree with me?

[soap143]

Say please?

Lee!Felix

Ler!Chan

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Last night, Felix went to bed early in hopes of killing that horrible lee mood that he had just gotten. However, when he woke up, not only was the lee mood not gone but it had gotten much worse.

Today was supposed to be a pretty busy day, so the long haired boy hoped that all that work would help him forget the feeling. After having a quick breakfast, him and his bandmates headed to dance pratice, where they practiced their new choreography for a couple hours. While he was working on a specific move, Lee Know had walked up to him, trying to correct him by gripping his sides in an attempt to show him in which direction his hips should be facing. But that didn’t quite turn out the way it was supposed to… Felix was pretty ticklish and combined with his mood, he almost crumbled to the ground, even if he knew that the cat boy had no intentions in tickling him.

But it didn’t stop there. He was in the studio, recording some songs for their new comeback. It felt like he had repeated the same lines 100 times, but he still just couldn’t get them quite right. He started groaning and stomping around like a child, when he heard Chan’s voice through his headphones “Felix, if you don’t get these line one more time, I swear I will tickle you to tears~!” Chan was obviously joking around, but it still left blushing and fantasizing about it.

When all of their work of the day was done, it was almost 9;00 pm. Once everyone arrived back into their dorms, Felix ran into the bathroom to shower first. After a relaxing warm shower, he wrapped himself in a soft towel, only to realise that he hadn’t grabbed any clean clothes. It didn’t really matter anyway though, because it’s like they would see anything new (i am pretty sure they’ve seen eachother naked more than one time). So, he just walked to his room with only a towel wraped around his waist. As he entered his room, he was ready to take off the towel covering him, but then he heard a voice, scaring him to death “Don’t get undressed Yongbok! I’m in here, you know? Disgusting!” “BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN! Do you know how much you scared me?!” His australian brother just giggled “Atleast put on some underwear or something before I talk to you… I won’t look!” Chan said as he turned his head the other way. Felix just groaned and went over to his closet to get some boxers and shorts. “Now that you’re dressed a bit more appropriately I can talk to you” “Shut up! (imagine this with a heavy australian accent) “Ok so, I see how jumpy and giggly you were all day. Are you perhaps in a lee mood?” what. How could Chan possibly know what that even is?! Felix couldn’t help but get all red and flustered “W-what is that…” “A what? A lee mood? You probably wonder how I found out? Haven’t you seen it? Your tumblr account got leaked! I didn’t even know that app existed until news came out and it was so surprising because…” Oh. My. God. His tumblr account got what now? He didn’t even post anything on there! This must be the most embarassing thing ever! He was sure he was so red by now… “Hello? Are you even listening to me?” “W-what? How?!” “Ihihi’m just kidding, it hasn’t been leaked, I just found it myself…” “You don’t even know if it was me!” “Oh, please, you leave your phone unlocked far too often” “I don’t! I just told you my password because I trusted you. Obviously I don’t anymore…” “Oh please Lix, I’m not mad or disgusted or whatever, I just want to help you” “W-with what?” “Are you stupid on purpose? Your l-e-e mood!” the chick didn’t even want to know how red he was… “I-I’m not in whatever mood that is” Felix angrily said, turning away from his hyung. He thought that Chan would leave the subject and go do his own thing, but, as he was choosing what shirt to wear, the kangaroo walked up behind him and picked him up by grabbing Lixxie by the waist and carried him to the bed “Dour nourt(it’s like do not but with an aussie accent) try to even deny it, mate” Felix just gulped and anticipated the lers next moves “Well?” Chan asked, laying the boy down onto his bed and sitting on his hips “…Well w- what?” Felix had his eyes wide open, scanning his hyung’s body, registering every single move that he might be able of predicting “Are you being stupid on purpose? Well, are you going to admit it or should I force it out of you?” the blonde(i forgor if his hair is actually blonde atm) haired boy gulped, looking away from the threatining gaze. Chan wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just playing around, not actually trying to scare the younger.

This is killing me! If only Chan knew…

But Chan did know, Yongbok was just in deep denial. Not like he would admit it, but Felix was unknowingly trying to get his bandmate to discover his precious secret. Before, he would even delete the app when he was simply around Chan or just the group, but, as time passed, he started to even leave the app oppened and would sometimes use it around them. Chris knew.

“Alright, alright, I won’t torture for any longer, but I’ll atleast give you 3 more seconds to speak before I start” “Speak about wha-“ “One..!” “Wait, Channie Hyu-“ “Two…!” “CHAN WAHAHAIT-“ “Three! Too bad you didn’t get to say much, Lix…” Without a warning, Chan dug into the lee’s sides “CHAHAHAHAHAN WAHAHAHAIT WAHA- PLEHEHAHAHSEHE” His hysterical laughter only amused the older, leaving him hungry for more giggles “Aww, but we’ve just started! Plus, didn’t you want this? There’s no time to wait~” Felix’s lee mood, ticklishness and Chan’s teasing all combined left the poor boy squirming and jerking around, trying his best to stop his arms from disturbing the tickler “ANOHOHOHOHOTHER SPOHOHOHOHOT PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHASE! CHAHAHAHAN!” “Oh? Wreck another spot at the same time aswell? Why didn’t you just ask?” When Chan looked up to see his friend’s face, he was met with a pinkish-redish laughing mess. The blush had ran down from his ears to his cheek and was slowly leaking onto his neck. Cute. The fact that ge was probably enjoying this made the process even more fun and cute “Felix, do you know what my favourite berry is? Except from my own, of course” The kangaroo slowed down his attack to let the younger speak “I dohohon’t know and don’t wanna kn-OHOHOHOHO GAHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHAN!” Lix’s deep belly laugher soon was escaping his throat as Chan pressed his lips onto the victim’s side and blew a big raspberry. But Chan wouldn’t stay in one spot for long, he kept on switching between his stomach, sides and V line, sometimes going up to his ribs. At this point Felix felt like he could not keep his arms away from his attacker, he just wasn’t able of taking so many rough tickles in all of his worst spots “CH-CHAHAHAHAHAN! MIHIHSTER BAHAHAHAHANG! PLEHEHEASE PLEHEHEHEHASE ANOHOHOTHER SPO- SPOHOHOHOHOHT!” When Felix begged like that, Chan felt obligated to oblige “Fine~ But you have to choose what spot, because it’s just too hard to pick one myself” the ler sheepishly smiled, turning his gaze back onto his aussie soulmate. Felix took too long to recolect himself and answer, or maybe he just had nothing to say “Alright, you’re taking your time on purpose~ I know it’s hard to choose one place when you’re too damn ticklish everywhere…” Chan shook his head side to side, resembling dissapointment. Felix just blushed and looked away, too flustered to speak “I’m not going to do anything if you stay quiet. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time, I can wait” Chan looked down, mischievously smiling, knowing that this was killing the younger “You’re so anohohoying, just do it!” “Say please…?” Felix bit the inside of his cheecks, feeling his stomach do front and backflip at the same time. The anticipation was eating him alive, so, knowing that his very much awaited award was one word away, gave him a sudden burst of confidence “PLEASE BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN T-TICKLE ME!” said man flinched, almost jumping away from his victim “Well, if you say so~” He teasingly placed his palms onto his sides and slowly pressed his fingers onto the lee’s tender skin. Felix looked down, processing and trying to predict his ler’s future moves. His eyes moved up and down onto Chan’s face and back to his hands, dreading every second that passed. Chan on the other hand found the younger’s torture rather amusing.

To Felix’s surprise, Chan got inpatient aswell, digging his fingers into the poor boy’s sides “OHOHOHOHOHOHO GOOHOD CHAHAHAN PL-PLEHEHEASE!” Yongbok started begging alomost immediately “Wait, didn’t I already tickle your sides?” “YEHEHEHEHS!” “Why didn’t you tell me?! I just waisted so much precious time when I could’ve been-“ “CH-CHAHAHAHAHN STOHOHOP TEHEHEHEASING!” said man just smiled, moving his torturous moves down to his victim’s legs and pressed his fingers deep into the muscle making Felix agressively flinch to the side “AHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHUHUNG” “What is it, Felix?” “WAHAHAHAHAIT WHAHAHT JUHUHST AHAHA SEHEHECOND PLEHEHEASE!!” Chan was ruthless, but not cruel, so, per the sunshine’s request, he stopped his quick fingers “What is it?” Words could not express how worried he was after he checked the state of his bandmate — not only were his face,neck and ears beet red, but also his whole upper body. Chan watched with horror in his eyes, afraid he might have crossed a couple lines “I- I” Felix was still catching his breath “I want to t-tickle me harder” he said, completely exhausted. The kangaroo glanced at him with an eyebrow raised “I would agree, but Felix, I think you’re too tired for that…” “NO Chan I promise I-Ihi’m not tired a-“ Felix cut himself of by falling alseep. Chris looked at him with heart eyes, simply adoring the sigh that he had just witnessed.

The elder picked up the long haired boy up and carefully laid him down properly and tucked him into his bed. He made sure to not forget his younger brother’s speacial request to completely satisfy his mood the next morning…

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Hey, sorry for not updating in so long! This fic has been in my drafts for a long time and I’ve finnaly finished it. I hope you enjoyed

#tickle #rough tickles #stray kids #bang chan #ler!chan #lee felix #!lee felix #chanlix #skz tickle #sfw tickle community #tickle community #kpop tickle

[sungminxxx]

So.. you’re the strong one, huh?

masterlist!

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Summary: Changbin and Chan had just come back from a workout. They both feel great about themselves after this workout. The younger especially. Since the younger was so confident in his muscles, Changbiin decides to tease Chan about how he is stronger than him. This drives them both into a playful mood. As the story progresses, we find Chan teaching Changbin who the strongest one really is. 

Positions: lee!changbin & ler!chan

Warnings: Tickle fic

Requested by: @coati-can-do

A/N: I'm very very sorry for the long wait! I had no motivation towards writing for a while but I am back!! I will do my best to get to requests as soon as I can. This story took a little bit of time once the motivation came back but I did my best, though I don't feel too confident about this one but let's see how it does! I hope you enjoy :]

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After a full day of the idol life, Changbin and Chan felt stuffy. They had earlier decided to go to the gym together. Both boys worked out for 2 hours before finally deciding to head back to the dorm. It was 2:55am. By the time they got to the dorm, the other boys were already asleep. 

They settled in, then after about 30 minutes, Chan decided to make a very late dinner for the two. As the elder did so, the younger sat on the island, flexing his arms. “Wahhh hyung, I am so sexy. Soo so strong. Don't you think so?” he said as he watched his Hyung finish up the food. The Australian smiled and turned around. “Yes Binnie, you are very strong.” 

This made the muscle bunny very happy to hear. “Yeah. Even stronger than you!~” The moment those words left Changbins mouth, Chris looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Ah.. I see…” he starts. He moves towards Changbin, making the muscled boy nervous. Changbin jumps off the island and takes a few steps back. “Hyung?” he questions. As much as he wants to run, he does not want the leader to run after him, leading to something he knows that might already happen. Changbin was lost, thinking to himself as the older boy continued to get closer to him. “So.. you’re the strong one, huh?” said the now curious leader. Changbin nodded. “Y-Yup. I am.” Oh boy, he felt so confident at that moment. Immediately after those words were said, Chan picks his little one up and brings him to the living room, where he sets him on the floor and straddles his waist. Yup, that one quick moment. That confidence Changbin had felt just a second ago faded once he was on the ground. Christopher looked at Binnie. “Well, show me then. Show me you’re the strongest.” he stated, setting his hands on the younger's tummy to tease him. The slight touches on the so-called ‘stronger one’s tummy made him shiver and giggle. “H-Hyuhuhung-” he giggled, trying his best to get out from under the leader. 

“Bin, I’m not doing anything yet. Why are you already laughing??” Chan teased. The only word that catched Changbin’s attention was the word ‘yet’. This made his mind spiral. What did he mean “yet”? Was he gonna do… that? No, no. HUH? The poor boy was too in his mind to realize that the elder had already pulled his shirt up and had his fingers just above his ribs. He had only noticed once he felt fingers going up and down his sensitive ribs. This feeling alone drove him crazy. “AAahahHH HYUUUHUHUHUNG-!!!” he yelled. Chan smiled, continuing his fun little torture on his member. “Yeahhh? You mad I started with your worst spot first kid?” he teased. All Bin could do was nod. He felt so ticklish so quickly. “Well, you’re the strongest aren’t you? Throw me off of you. It’s not that hard bunny~” Chris continued to tease. Though the ticklish boy tried his best, it almost felt completely hopeless. Yes, he was strong. However, when it came to being tickled, he swore to be the weakest. 

Changbin struggled. He thrashed, he kicked, he jumped, nothing. Nothing worked. He could not get Bangchan off of him. As he tried helplessly to escape his tickle torture, Chan was alternating in between spots quickly. He went from his tummy, to his armpits, to his neck, to his shoulders, to his sides, and back to his ribs. Channie had noticed the younger struggling, but all he could do was smile. “What’s wrong? I thought you were stronger than me? You can’t get me off, can you?” he said. Binnie just helplessly giggled at this point. “STOOoAhahaHAHAHAHAP HYUHUHUNG THIHIS IS SO MEHEHEHEAN!!!” he yelled. Chan found this absolutely adorable. Having his younger one giggling underneath him helplessly was such a sight. He adored this. Changbin on the other hand, was still continuing to lose his absolute mind. As he continued to laugh, he found himself enjoying his tickles more and more. Now, of course he would never admit that, but he was starting to enjoy himself. Of course, Chan noticed this. He once again found this adorable. “Awwww, you dont hate this, huh?” he smiled. “Well this doesn’t have to en-” Chan got interrupted by loud laughter. He had found the golden spot on his ticklish little one. Right in between the ribs and armpits, he tickled there, which made Changbin scream. “OKAHAHAHAY OKAY HYUHUHUNG N-*snort*-NoOOoHOH MOHOHOHORE!!!” the brown haired boy screamed. 

“Not until you tell me I’m stronger!!” said the leader. Changbin shook his head, refusing to do so. “Fine then.” Chan started. “Don’t admit it, I’ll just stay in this spot forever!” This made Changbin desperate. It took him a minute, but he finally decided to admit it. “FIHIHIHIHINE FIHIHINE.” he giggled. The Australian leader smiled. “Fine what, bunny?” he teased. “Y-YOUUHUHUR STROHOHONGEHER!!!” the poor boy screamed. All Chris did was smile. Of course, he also stopped. “I know.”  he giggled to himself. The younger bunny, now exhausted, takes some time to catch his breath before looking at the elder, smiling. “Thanks... Hyung.” he said, slightly blushing. As he came closer to the leader, Chan opened up his arms for a hug. Changbin goes into the boys arms and hugs him. “Let's go eat now, yeah?” said the now satisfied leader. Bin smiled and walked over to the now almost cold food. After the workout and the little tickle session they had, it was past 4:30am. The two boys heated up their food and rushed off to bed once they had finished their meal. They both fell asleep happy, glad that they ended off their day with a playful moment. 

#kpop #kpop tickle #kpop tickle fic #tickle fic #tickle #lee #ler #tickle community #stray kids #skz #lee!changbin #ler!chan #ticklee #tickler #stray kids tickle

[yourdarlingness]

hello deathe ! may i request npts based on Teru Mikami from death note , please ? thank you

　Teru Mikami　names · pronouns · titles

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

asher . christ / christopher . charlotte . eleanor . claire . eli . ezra . jonathan . lucy . madeline . morgan . olivia . reid . rowan . theo . william . yves

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

hx / hxm . shx / hxr . thxy / thxm . ki / kill . kil / ler / killer . 4 / 4s . fou / four(th) . pun / punish . mor / morbid . vi / vile . si(n) / sin . de / dev / devote . un / unholy . ob / obey . noe / note . wri / write . scri / scribble . de / death . tomb / tombs . 🩸 . 💀 . 🔪 . 📓 . 🖋️ . 📓🖋️

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the ( devotee / loyalist / fourth / hand ) of Kira . the servant who serves Kira . the most devout follower . the evil punisher . the devotee who vanquish evil . one with strong sense of justice . the unholy juror . the "righteous" one . Kira's most devoted follower . the prosecuting devotee . prns* undying devotion . prns* sickening ideals

sorry for less names >< it was a bit hard + mind was blanking out

#✦ —— @yourdarlingness . #『 🎀 』 ◞◟ with creativity uncaged #✦ ┈ completed #teru mikami #death note #death note teru mikami #dn teru mikami #names #pronouns #neopronouns #titles #npts #npt #npt list #npt suggestions #npt ideas #npt pack #cw religious themes #tw religious themes

[silencehq]

Na reta final do ano, o Acampamento Meio-Sangue entra em um clima festivo. Você acordou com o sol brilhando entrando pelas frestas da janela de seu chalé. Sim, isso mesmo, o sol resolveu aparecer após dias de uma chuva intensa. O céu está limpo e as nuvens pesadas que despejavam a ira dos deuses durante duas semanas seguidas… parece que não passou de um sonho. A voz de Dionísio despertava os dorminhocos e atraía todo mundo para fora, com faces sonolentas, cabelos bagunçados, todos encaravam o deus do vinho de maneira confusa. Logo atrás dele estava Quíron com uma feição exasperada que geralmente tomava conta de seu rosto quando Sr. D. começava com seus dramas.

“Aproximem-se, semideuses. Vamos, vamos, seus remelentos preguiçosos! Temos um trabalho intenso pela frente então vamos aos avisos da semana.” dito isso, o deus desenrolou um pergaminho velho que se você esgueirasse um olhar curioso, veria que não havia nada escrito ali. Mesmo assim, ele fingiu ler: “Apolo nos agracia com seu brilho, Deméter com as flores e blá-blá-blá. O Natal é em quatro dias então começaremos com os preparativos para a Grande Ceia do dia 24.” ele desviou o olhar e com a irritação clara na face, disparou: “Não devíamos comemorar isso vocês sabem que somos muitos, não apenas um.” bufou irritado antes de continuar: “Mas devido a quantidade de pedidos que vocês fizeram ao longo do ano, Quíron resolveu ceder. O Natal vem e será comemorado com estilo. Para isso teremos que arrumar o Acampamento… E com nós eu quero dizer… vocês.” rapidamente esclareceu e você podia ouvir os resmungos contrários de seus colegas, as reclamações baixas um pouco disfarçadas.

“Calem a boca, vocês pediram por isso! Mas continuando, as atividades estarão pausadas até o dia de Natal, o foco de vocês será arrumar os chalés e todos os ambientes do Acampamento, podem tornar esse lugar festivo como se o Papai Noel tivesse vomitado aqui.” apenas ele riu da própria piada, não parecendo abalado quando prosseguiu: “E de noite, ao invés do jantar clássico, teremos algumas… atividades diferenciadas. A programação dos quatro dias estará presa no Pavilhão e na Casa Grande, se esforcem de dia e se divirtam de noite. Aproveitem que conseguimos restaurar a magia do clima e temos novamente um sol ao invés das chuvas irritantes que estávamos tendo.” o pergaminho foi amassado e jogado no chão, mas antes que atingisse o solo, este apenas se despedaçou em pequenas folhas verdes, o cheiro de uva subindo e se espalhando pelo espaço. “O que estão fazendo aqui ainda? Vamos, vamos, ao trabalho!”

MATERIAIS DISPONÍVEIS PARA A DECORAÇÃO DURANTE O DIA

Na frente da Casa Grande, após o discurso de Dionísio, uma grande quantidade de caixas de papelão apareceu magicamente. Dentro dessas caixas havia todo tipo de decoração de Natal que os semideuses pudessem imaginar. Dionísio não apoiava a comemoração, mas já que iam fazer, que fosse com estilo e de grande extravagância.

Luzes de Natal.

Árvores artificiais para serem montadas nos chalés já que de maneira alguma as árvores do Bosque podem ser cortadas! Você não quer deixar uma driade sem moradia, quer?

Enfeites como bolas, guirlandas, meias para pendurar nas lareiras que apareciam agora em todo chalé, anjos de porcelana, renas, bonecos de neve de isopor, estrelas, fitas e laços.

Festão aramado, velas, tudo em grande quantidade para não faltar.

ATRAÇÕES NOTURNAS

Nas noites, para recompensar o trabalho duro com a decoração, inicia-se um festival natalino. Diversas atrações para os semideuses se divertirem um pouco e talvez assim esqueçam do peso da Grande Profecia que Rachel jogou em seus ombros. Aurora Sinclair e Christopher Bae, de Afrodite, se juntaram e pregaram visco por todo o acampamento, então fiquem de olho!

ÁRVORE DAS LEMBRANÇAS

Um Natal no Acampamento significa uma inovação, portanto, os Ferreiros e Filhos da Magia trabalharam intensamente para produzir decorações diferenciadas para os semideuses. Uma delas, a mais significativa, era A Bola de Lembranças. Ao invés de bolas foscas ou brilhantes, os semideuses receberiam esferas transparentes. A instrução para tornar esse item peculiar em algo extraordinário é simples: mentalize sua melhor lembrança no Acampamento e ela aparecerá na bola. Simples, não é? Cada semideus recebe um enfeite mágico e, feito isso, poderá pendurar sua lembrança na Árvore das Memórias. Não se preocupe, você não estará transferindo essa imagem e perdendo ela de sua mente, apenas compartilhando com seus colegas. Sim, é obrigatório pendurar seu enfeite após ativá-lo.

BAR DE DIONÍSIO

Sr. D. não podia deixar uma festa acontecer sem ser o principal fornecedor de vinho e outras bebidas também, claro. As bebidas estão liberadas e os semideuses são desafiados para campeonatos de bebida, o vencedor ganha o privilégio de ganhar um presente na Oficina Mágica.

DESAFIO DO ARCO E FLECHA

Os alvos estão se movendo mais rápido, mas existe a chance de conseguir uma ficha para a Oficina Mágica então vale a pena. Não existem equipes aqui, apenas um contra o outro e no final, um vencedor. As disputas se renovam a cada vinte minutos, são três rodadas onde você tem que acertar o maior número de alvos possíveis.

MESA DE DOCES E ALIMENTOS

Todas as noites as comidas se renovam, como uma ceia infinita. A magia que enche os pratos dos semideuses durante os jantares comuns no Pavilhão, nesses quatro dias está modificada para prover comidas Natalinas para todo mundo. Panetone, Peru, o temido arroz com uva passa, tudo o que vocês desejarem — se tiver algo a ver com Natal — aparecerá em seu prato ou em uma bandeja na mesa. Conforme os semideuses vão fazendo pedidos de comida, a mesa vai aumentando um pouco mais para comportar as bandejas das diversas iguarias saborosas. É possível desejar doces também! Então use sua imaginação e encha o estômago!

BARRACA DE POÇÕES COM FILHOS DE HERMES

Com permissão de Dionísio e Quíron, os filhos de Hermes montaram uma barraca improvisada que está disponibilizando Poções para os semideuses produzirem suas próprias bebidas. São Poções com sabores que lembram bebidas Natalinas como eggnog, chocolate quente, chá de menta e biscoito de gengibre. Mas a verdade é que seus efeitos são bem diferentes do que apenas te deixar bêbado. EGGNOG: você só falará a verdade! Quando tentar mentir, sua língua vai formigar e a verdade vai sair a todo custo. CHOCOLATE QUENTE: fala caótica, você começará a falar coisas sem sentido aos ouvidos de todos, por mais que para você faça sentido, quem te ouve não entenderá nada porque na verdade você só estará cantando Jingle Bells. CHÁ DE MENTA: orelhas e nariz de duende... sim, boa sorte. A névoa vai agir e a ilusão criada em sua face é de um duende natalino, com direito a suas roupas também modificadas pela névoa. BISCOITO DE GENGIBRE: assim como as renas, você irá flutuar. Esse é provavelmente o mais legal, aproveite enquanto durar! Cada efeito dura dez minutos e como são Poções misturadas com diversos tipos de álcool, além de tudo isso você ainda ficará bêbado.

SALÃO DOS ESPELHOS

O anfiteatro se tornou um labirinto que, segundo Percy Jackson, parece o labirinto de Dédalo. Aqui, ao invés de vocês encontrarem monstros, vão encontrar espelhos. Espelhos mágicos. Esses artefatos foram enfeitiçados por Pietra que resolveu dar sua contribuição de maneira divertida. Os semideuses se deparam com essas superfícies reflexivas e após encararem seus próprios reflexos por alguns segundos, vêem ali imagens dos Natais passados. Lembranças da época festiva, não importa se você comemora ou não, irão surgir nos espelhos. Mas não se engane, não são todos que mostram seu passado, alguns mostram o que Pietra Venâncio alega ser o futuro. Você vê a si mesmo em cenas que representam possibilidades de como passará seus natais… e infelizmente há aqueles que não conseguem ver nada. Pode tentar acreditar que é uma falha da filha de Hécate, mas Sr. D. diria que você apenas não tem um futuro e provavelmente vai morrer. Sabe-se lá o que aconteceu com esses espelhos.

OFICINA DOS PRESENTES

Está situada ao lado da Árvore das Lembranças, foi projetada pelos Ferreiros mas encantada pelos Filhos da Magia e permite que semideuses conquistem presentes especiais ao colocarem as fichas que ganharem nas disputas de bebida ou arco e flecha. Entre os itens produzidos estão escudos com símbolos gregos e espadas decoradas com ornamentos festivos, adagas com desenhos natalinos em seu punho, arco com flechas que não machucam o adversário, mas sim o contamina com o espírito festivo por alguns minutos. Ou você pode ganhar ainda melhor, uma camiseta com o rosto do Sr. D. com um chapéu de papai Noel na cabeça. Há boatos de que Olivia Jones, de Hermes, sabotou a oficina e os presentes se tornaram aleatórios, inclusive, a frequência da camiseta é maior do que os presentes úteis.

PASSEIO ROMÂNTICO NA CAVERNA DOS DEUSES

Parte do pequeno lago está congelado dentro da caverna, então há a possibilidade de patinar no gelo com aquela sua paixão. Ou você ainda pode escolher descer lago abaixo dentro da canoa encantada. As canoas foram enfeitiçadas para seguir o curso das águas até que atinjam a cachoeira, saindo da caverna. Ainda dentro, porém, é possível ver o teto da caverna enfeitado com luzes de Natal e o que parece ser um céu estrelado. O céu não passa da Névoa agindo, modificando o ambiente, mas torna o passeio mais romântico sob as estrelas. Talvez Afrodite abençoe seu romance… Ou talvez ela queira atrapalhar, como está sua sorte nesses quatro dias de festival?

Semideuses citados: @christiebae e @lvegoddess (Afrodite) ; @pips-plants (Hécate) ; @olwvia (Hermes)

OOC

BEM-VINDES AO EVENTO DE ABERTURA! Não temos um dia fixo em IC e sim QUATRO! Um festival natalinos a disposição vocês para que explorem a época festiva que estamos. A partir das 16h podem começar a postar suas interações, estará liberado sem a necessidade de postarmos algo mais! 

Como podem ver, sempre vamos incluir semideuses nos eventos e drop da central, então se seu char não foi citado nesse, não se preocupe, poderá ser no próximo!

Podem postar looks se desejarem, não é obrigatório já que são quatro dias em IC. Que aliás, essa primeira parte do evento se passa nos dias 20, 21, 22, 23 de dezembro em IC; em OOC terá início hoje dia 17/12 e vai até o dia 27/12, podendo ter uma extensão, caso desejem.

A tag para looks é #swf:looks

E a tag para starters é #swf:starters

#evento01 #swf:evento01 #evento:festival de natal

[slashercross]

Não só a pika do Chris, também a buceta peluda da Mi.

Christopher: OLHA!! Eu não invado farmácia às 4 da manhã pra roubar Gillette pra ler esse tipo de coisa!

[tkle-parkie]

Tickle Therapy! (Gregstophe tickle fic)

Ler!Christophe

Lee!Gregory

This isn’t nsfw! Strictly sfw and for comforting, I don’t do nsfw tickles because it makes me uncomfortable. Please understand that.

It was 1 AM in a Motel cabin, two boys decided to stop by to rest while on a roadtrip to register a room… Though one of them notices the other isn’t sleeping very well...

A brunette boy named Christophe creaked the door wide open, laying his eyes on a blonde boy, wearing his long sleeved jammies laying on his stomach, facing on the end to where his arms were dangling off the side. 

“Bonjour, Gregory.” Christophe spoke to him, revealing the blonde boy is named Gregory. 

“Oh, g’day.” Gregory greeted him back, lowering his head back onto the bed to stare into the screen of the TV, which was the only light source that lit up both of their silhouettes in the room. Gregory did show that he was visibly happy to see Christophe, giving a welcoming smirk and a wave with his hand. But he also looked tired, clearly not interested in whatever is on and only lost in his thoughts.

The French man decided to join his boyfriend by sitting on the edge of the soft mattress. Feeling comforted by how quiet and relaxing it was in the room, after a bit of a long day of driving on the road, for days on end, taking his time to relax. 

To cut off the awkward silence between him and Gregory, he spoke up “ Is zere anything interesting on?” He spoke along with a very thick French accent, eyeing his attention back to him

“No, sadly…” Gregory let out a heavy sigh, showing signs that he wasn’t acting normally today. It slightly worried Christophe when noticing this, deciding to say something about it to comfort the blonde. “Are you okay?” The question caught the Brit’s attention,

Looking back up at him, his blue eyes making eye contact with Christophe’s. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Today felt incredibly boring, though.” He admits, crossing his arms to rest his chin onto them. Today did feel boring, for Gregory at least, he was inside in a car most of the time not having any enthusiasm like he usually does. Normally he would be a ball of energy, always planning out things and making up new ways to bring up conversation but today felt understimulating for Gregory. Which left him irritated and only leaving him in his thoughts to find any hints of entertainment. 

Christophe wanted to shrug it off, hoping that Gregory would figure out what to do himself. But the thought of wanting to help entertain his boyfriend kept coming back to him. Helping give the stimulation he needed, to be happy and full of energy again. Christophe doesn't usually care for other people's feelings, but he cared for Gregory a lot. 

He eyed Gregory’s position, specifically looking at his back since Gregory was laying on his stomach. This gave him an idea, a malicious one in fact, the idea made Christophe give a big grin across his face. His eyes filled with playful mischief,

Gregory, however, noticed this. Raising an eyebrow at his expression “What’s with the stare?” he questioned, making Christophe immediately try to hide his smile with the palm of his hand, not realising he was smiling. 

“Oh, uhm, eez nothin’, just…” He couldn’t help but hold back his grin as he raised his hands away from his face, quickly placing his hand on Gregory’s back, trying to seem innocent enough. Slowly  at first crawling across, soon spidering his hands to pick up the speed. Making the blonde jerk his head up in shock, immediately trying to lean away. 

“Hey! What's that for?” Gregory instantly protested against what Christophe was doing, looking up at his green eyes, which he was smiling still letting his eyelids soften to give a smug look. 

“What? You ticklish?” The brunette’s question almost caught Gregory off guard, watching him shuffle closer. Before a few seconds of silence after digesting the question, Gregory tried to look unfazed 

"Wha–? no, no I'm not." Gregory narrowed his eyes, trying to deny the question, his cheeks flared red in embarrassment.

The brunette smiled wider, knowing just by Gregory’s expression he suspected he was lying. Besides, everyone has a tickle spot, and Christophe was determined to prove Gregory wrong. 

Christophe took advantage of Gregory’s position, moving himself to straddle on his back, his hands crawling on Gregory’s side, slowly but enough for the blonde start to giggle

“You suuuure?” Christophe continued to scoot next to his boyfriend, trailing his finger tips onto his back.

“Noo I’m not!” Gregory replied instantly, his body jerked upwards, his tone was annoyed but he somewhat enjoyed his playful side of Christophe, it was rare he was ever like this, it was always fun to see it, but the downside is falling for his mischievous tricks. Such as the situation he's in currently as an example.

“Waait! N-AHAH!” Gregory arched his back in response, kicking his feet up and down almost instantly and let out a high pitched squeak

“You liar!” Christophe laughs, taking action to further prove Gregory wrong, spidering his finger tips under Gregory’s ribcage, making the blonde boy squirm underneath him. Gregory immediately tried to lift himself off from his laying position to hopefully push off from his back, clinging onto the side of the bed as his laughs escaped from his throat, having no control over his giggles. 

“NOOHOOHAHA NOT THEREAHA! CHRISTOPHE!” The Brit pleaded knowing his sides were the worst part for him, having no control over his laughter, becoming unsuccessful to toss Christophe off. He was pleased at his attempt to try to push him away, taking that opportunity to reach up to Gregory’s armpits, trailing circles with his hands making his loved one let out a squeal, a very loud one at that, knowing that spot specifically is very ticklish.

This startled Christophe at first, pausing his actions, he knew Gregory since forever, and yet this noise was something he never heard from him! Lowly laughing at how funny it sounds, having such an adorable squeal coming from someone who couldn’t even shove him off.

“Ha, I ‘ever heard you make zat noise,” He let out a nervous short chuckle, “You’re gonna get us kicked out if you’re gonna do zat.” Christophe states, genuinely hoping that it didn’t wake up anyone else at the Motel. Gregory’s face flustered red in embarrassment, not believing he even did that in the first place, being put in such an awkward position. 

Gregory hissed, somewhat annoyed that Christophe was getting his way, but yet he admits that it is making him feel much better from being so understimulated today. 

“T..That was your fault!” The blonde argues, hoping what just happened would make Christophe not go further, but was proven wrong as he was lifted off from his position. Now held one of Christophe’s arms, facing towards the French man.

“Don’t be like zat, I’m just doing my job, mon amour..” Christophe says lovingly, moving his hand to place back down onto Gregory, this time directly on his abdomen.

“What? Iz my sweetheart a wuss?” Christophe gave off a smug playful tone, wanting to purposely annoy Gregory affectionately, which worked perfectly as he watched his lover’s face scrunch up in embarrassment, too choked up at the fact that Christophe’s fingers were slowly tickling him. 

“You– eek-! Kehaha… hahahahHA-!” Soon accepting this and couldn’t help but giggle, fidgeting his legs as it got more intense, soon enough Christophe was tickling with both hands. 

“Iz at least making you feel better?” Striking down his hands all over around Gregory’s ribcage, listening him squeak and laugh, trying desperately to squirm out but to no avail, trying his damn hardest at this point, but to Christophe it felt like he wasn’t even trying, making it so easy to take advantage to tease him.

“Awww, look at you, I zhould have done this long ago!” He continues, watching him thrash around and punching his fists onto the bed forcefully,

“KEAHAHHA!! STOAHAA– FUCK YOU AHAHA!!” The now more weak, and even almost crying of joy, blonde was swearing at his attacker, which amused Christophe more, brushing it off easily and trailing his hands all over his stomach and sides. 

Though, he knew this wouldn’t last for long as he noticed how drained Gregory was, tears rolling down his blushing red cheeks as he was almost wheezing out his laughs completely winded. But he was satisfied enough with his state, slowly pulling away his fingers. Gregory felt relieved, panting heavily and still smiling from cheek to cheek widely, attempting to recover from the burnette’s loving attack. 

“Alright, alright, mon petit squealer… You’re off ze hook ‘or now.” Before he lets go of the completely winded blonde, Christophe leans to give a small peck of a kiss on Gregory’s forehead. Pulling away to give him some air, Gregory now on his knees desperately trying to catch his breath from his chest feeling tight, but he got it eventually, still smirking no longer hiding the fact that he liked it. 

Christophe held his hand, caressing his palm with his thumb 

“How ‘bout now? Feel any better?” He smirks, feeling proud of himself. 

“... Yeah.” Gregory finally confessed, his face almost as red as a tomato, snuggling his body against him. Christophe nods, happy that he could help out his boyfriend, loving him dearly even if he was so full of himself during the whole thing just to play around with him. The two knew they were both tired, softly wrapping onto each other as the night’s ambience filled the room; it was warm and comforting, safe from whatever was worrying them. 

“..Thank you, by the way.” Gregory’s voice was soft and almost was as quiet as a whisper, resting his head onto his significant other, resting his arms beside him. 

Christophe replies with a small kiss on the shoulder, clenching his arms around him close.

“No problem, je vous aime..” He hazily said as his mind drifted off peacefully.

(My first fic I've posted on here! I'm not the best at writing since it's a side hobby, plus Idk how to properly type out Christophe's french accent onto paper lol I tried my best! I hope you all liked it ♥)

#sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tword #tword community #sfw twords #south park tickles #gregstophe tickles #gregstophe #lee!gregory #ler!christophe #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic #fluff fic #gregstophe fluff #t word #tickling

[susie-dreemurr]

Reagindo a OSNF: Episódios 3 até 12

Estou compilando meus liveblogs de OSNF (e outras temporadas dos) para organizar meu blog para eu começar a não spammar com mto post kkkk

Dps do ler mais. Ah e sim não coloquei todos pq alguns podiam ficar só num post msm e outros não achei. Adicionei também alguns que não postei, mas sim mandei pra mutual.

VAI TOMAR NO CU AS ÚLTIMAS PALAVRAS DO CHRISTOPHER FORAM EU TE AMO FILHO. CELLBIT EU VOU ME MATAR NA SUA FRENTE.

CELLBIT EU VOU PRA TUA CASA E VOU TE MATAR PUTA QUE PARIU O MANO CHORANDO PEDINDO PRO THIAGO CUIDAR DO FILHO DELE

Reação da Liz após quase uma hora do amigo tá morto é beber até não sentir nada mais. Respeito. O Joui bebendo pela primeira vez por causa disso vai ser um desastre kkkkk, quase me faz esquecer da miséria

Mano, a morte do Gregório me deu raiva, ó. ERA SÓ MANDAR O ARTHUR LEVAR ELE PRO HOSPITAL OU PRO BRÚLIO GENTE 😭😭😭

O povo do Santo Berço é que nem o culto da starlight do MLP. Meu Deus do céu, o povo de Santo Berço parece como o Marcelo ficou após ser possuído pela criatura no episódio 6. Só me toquei agora!!!

O hotel de carpazinha sendo simples, com quase ninguém vindo, mas os funcionários amam seu trabalho VS a porra do hotel de Santo Berço

Pq que o Joui Luzidio tem um design melhor que o Joui normal 💀💀💀 O joui normal parece só um cara qualquer. (Tanto que eu imagino o Joui como o Luba só pra ter um design + interessante kkkk)

Ferreiro pediu o cartão de abrir a porta pra Liz e ela deu, it’s so joever

MURILO MORREU NAAAAAO EU QUERIA SALVAR ELE </3 tadinha da Jessica. Cibele foge daí eu não ligo que aqui era vida perfeito, não quero que tua vida vire porra de Danganronpa

Eles especificamente falaram que o Porteiro toca o sina e ninguém ouviu ele mesmo que seja de dia, adeus Porterio </3

Não vou mentir, o Ferreiro me lembra do BRÚLIO um pouquinho. Brúlio mas Errado. A reação do Brulio pela morte do Getulhinho e a reação do Ferreiro por eles terem entrado na casa do Porteiro e achado coisa incriminadora é parecida.

Porteiro vai ir de base que nem o Virgolina, eu temo. Eu não acha que ele vai ser O vilão, acho que ele vai ser tipo um subordinando a alguma coisa, ele tem essa vibe.

Ah e o Joui dizendo “será que esse homem pelado que nós matamos foi o porteiro” faz sentido por 1 segundo até você lembrar que tipo. Se ele já tava matando as coisa pelado pq q as roupas dele tavam cheia de sangue em casa 😭😭😭

#o segredo na floresta #OSNF #assistindo ordem #aop #ordem paranormal #mine

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THE TORTURED DAUGHTERS DEPARTMENT

Durante as sessões de terapia, o terapeuta de Olivia a aconselhou a colocar todos os seus medos, memórias em cartas, afim de auxiliar na recuperação não só de seu corpo, como também de sua mente.

Nas últimas sessões, Olivia foi orientada à escrever uma carta para cada pessoa que marcou sua vida, de forma negativa ou positiva.

A segunda pessoa que Olivia escolheu para escrever uma carta foi seu pai, Aaron Priestly.

Abaixo, você lerá a carta escrita por Priestly.

Atenção! O conteúdo a seguir pode conter gatilhos como: alienação parental, depressão, casos extraconjugais entre outros.

Por sua conta em risco, boa leitura.

Para ler a primeira carta, clique aqui.

Sugestão: para uma melhor leitura, escute tolerate it.

Oi, papai.

Sou eu, a Olivia. Você lembra de mim?

Provavelmente não. Você nem se lembrava de mim quando vivíamos sob o mesmo teto.

Não sei ao certo como dizer tudo o que tenho para te dizer. É mais fácil falar sobre a mamãe ou o Christopher, já que eles ao menos participaram da minha vida. Já você... Bem, sua empresa sempre foi mais importante do que sua filha caçula, não é?

É estranho. Sempre invejei minhas amigas e seus pais que davam tudo para elas, todo o amor e carinho que pudessem. Eu invejei até mesmo Celeste, com sua família perfeita que sempre a amou com todo o coração. Sem falar em Christopher. Deus sabe o quanto eu invejo o Christopher por ter um pai que nunca tive.

Se sempre fui invisível aos seus olhos, por quê então me deu o nome da sua amante preferida?

Depois que me formei e sai de casa, decidindo não ter qualquer contato com vocês, acabei descobrindo sobre seu passado. Me diga, papai, Miranda sabe sobre a existência de Olivia Wright? Ou ela realmente acreditou que você era fã da Olivia Newton-John? Você me deu esse nome, por medo de errar o nome de Miranda na frente dela?

Você sente muito por sua filha ter se tornado uma amante, assim como a sua Olivia?

Me pergunto se, alguma vez na sua vida, você se lembrou que teve uma filha.

Você nunca demonstrou interesse nas minhas apresentações, ou nos presentes que fiz para você com as minhas próprias mãos. Se lembra da gravata que comprei pra você? Da pintura que fiz com o seu rosto? Do pequeno livro que escrevi uma história que queria viver com você?

Você se lembra de todos os namorados, namoradas e afins que levei para casa, só pra chamar a sua atenção?

Porra, você lembra de mim? Ou você só se importa com a merda da sua segunda família?

Me pergunto se você ainda teria uma família perfeita se Miranda e Christopher soubesse das suas mentiras. Seria ótimo assistir vocês se foderem e toda essa merda.

Mas... Não posso fazer isso, papai. Seu segredo está seguro comigo. Nunca vou contar nada para ninguém e... E só poder te olhar trabalhando já me enche de alegria.

Ainda sou a Ollie patética de sete anos que escapava para o seu escritório, só pra assistir você trabalhando, lendo, e não podendo fazer mais nada.

Eu te amo, papai. Mesmo que você não possa me amar, eu amo por nós dois.

Com amor,

Ollie.

#nobodys daughter 𓂃 about #the tortured daughters department 𓂃 cartas

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Teasy Ler Benji (Benjamin) and poor ticklish Lee Christopher 🤭😈

#tickle #tickle art #monster tickling #tickle monster #my ocs do not steal

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Décorer le monde   Paris, Balagny-sur-Thérain, Milan

Essef Les papiers peints (1866-2006)

Christophe Leblan et Vincent Pruchnicki

Préface de Nadège Lefebvre

Archives départementales de l’Oise, Beauvais 2022, 144 pages, 246 ill.  dont 231 en couleurs, 22 X 27,5 cm, broché, ISBN  978-2-86060-038-5

euro 32,00

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Exposition du 18 septembre 2022 au 2 juin 2023

Cette publication  vous présente de façon approfondie l’histoire de l’entreprise et propose un panorama des techniques utilisées et des goûts en matière de décoration d’intérieur depuis 140 ans.

Qu’ont en commun les maisons de George Sand, d’Emile Zola et de vos aïeux, qui soit haut en couleur, riche en fleurs et en formes géométriques ou peuplé d’animaux? Des murs tendus de papier peints aux raccords pas toujours parfaits!  Mais comment en est-on venu à recouvrir ler murs de feuilles de papier? Quels sont les modes de fabrication du papier peint? Comment l’usage de ce décor s’est-il diffusé dans le monde entier?  “Décorer le monde - Essef, les papiers peints (1966-2006)” vous apporte des réponses en suivant de Paris à Sydney, en passant par Milan, la brillante aventure d’une société oisienne de design mural.

27/01/23

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