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m4rs-ex3 · 6 months

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ALLLL RIGHTY YALL

if u haven't already seen.............. guys i was late i was fucking late for the panel give me a break

BUT here is a play by play of everything from the second i got in

[A GOOD CHUNK OF THE SECRET SCENE] if you saw this post within the first few *hours you got to see but you know what? they got to me i don't wanna be the snitch (i did on accident but its the though that counts)

opeli is being led blindfolded (which we see from opeli's pov. riveting visuals i tell you) by soren to the ✨secret meeting location✨

when she comments on the fact that it is literally just callum's office soren shuts her up bless him

opeli's like "DID BAIT GIVE BIRTH??!?!?" and soren's like no these are "rescue baits" and opeli gives them the greatest fucking look i can't even describe it to you

you've seen that leak "look it's the pearl :D""WHA""yep he's in there :)))))"

rayla says it like "per-al." just thought you should know

soren suggests forming a Fellowship of the Pearl and going to throw it into a volcano i fucking hate this show

they're all debating what to do with it meanwhile the most cryptic-ass shots of callum with the pearl like we get it he's fucked (i take it back i want more)

they finally get to him and he's like "uh????? destroy it obviously?????"

he suggests--and these are 100% his words (not actually cuz u know but its the general idea)--"smash it? throw it off a cliff? take a big ol axe and just--KA CHOP." i love him so much

rayla asks how they know it won't just release him

the way callum is so confused and conflicted and he just says "i... i don't know" oh my god by precious baby

cool ass top-down to the pearl whirlpool esq transtion into the next scene hello??

zym is being emo at a painting of his mother (the one from 4x03 yeah they just stitched that shit up it's all good)

ezran's like. huh. we oughtta do smth abt this

callum is Thinking Thoughts on the turrets(?? yk where soren does his lunges) and tossin the rune cube when he sees the star rune light up......................................

it's stella stella's there and the way he reacts to her is so precious 😭 he's not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up type shit

enter rayla "they told me u would be up here brooding"

(in a tragic turn of events the rayllum of this scene had my brain fuzzy so i can't remember a few chunks here and there have pity my brain has rotten)

callum's like "we have to do something i'm scared he's gonna use me. i know what we need to do ok we need to go to the starscraper"

it's honestly hilarious the way he says "and *WE.* should go" he's like "don't be gettin any ideas now this is an us thing"

and then ohoho "they have something there for you, too" (THAT was an exact quote)

he's like "PLSPLSPLS i've studied star magic i know the spells i know the runes i just need the quasar diamonds!! LET ME FREE UR PARENTS AND RUNAAN PLEAAAASSSSEEEE"

rayla is veryyyyyy opposed she's like "NO i want to help my parents as much as you"--honestly i don't think ANYONE wants to as much as him--"but i don't want my biases to affect that" BIASES?!??!! like that was the word she used i can't stop thinking about it

zym has entered his wolf child era his ass is HOWLING at the moon

soren hears him and goes "aww little guy misses his mom :((( sometimes i wonder where my mom is...." WHAT AWHAT WHAT AWHAT PJARDON SAY IT AGIAN YOU WAHGTS SAY IT AGIAND HUAH HUWH A

ok. yeah callum does not have pajamas BUT I THINK WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES HERE????????????? HE WAS SLEEPING IN HIS OFFICE

THAT COUCH THING THAT THEY WERE ON WHEN RAYLA CAME BACK IN 4x03???? HES JUST SLEEPING ON IT I CANT MY GUY WHAT R U DOINGGG

in other news

bruv is tossing and turning and then just. ~stops.~ this can only mean good things (i think you know where i'm going with this)

he sits up. hobbles over to the door. there was a really cool transition (can u tell i respect the cinematography) and he's in the cellar holding the pearl.

he wakes up in aaravos' prison and is like "well this looks neat!" until he sees the mirror and screams and wakes up. when he realizes where he is he goes "what have i done" dude you fell asleep?? god he's never sleeping again (<- me when i lie 😈)

the description we got of this next scene did NOT do it justice it was fucking incredible

callum kicks down the fucking door (not actually) screaming for rayla

rayla TUMBLES OUT OF BED ON TO THE FLOOR, pillows in hands and unafraid to use them

"WHOA. HEY HEY ITS OKAY ITS ME! it's just me rayla. it's me. callum" i feel like he was saying the same 5 words for 7 hours it was beautiful

rayla: "callum?? jeez i could have-" *looks at pillows*

callum giggles the cutest fucking giggle and says something along the lines of "yeah, it would've hurt real bad :)"

oh yeah DE-LAYERED PONYTAIL RAYLA CONFIRMEDED??!?!?!?!?!

she sits back on the bed and my guy KNEELS DOWN AT THE CORNER OF THE BED TO PICK UP HER STUFF BEFORE HE SITS DOWN NEXT TO HER and they say chivalry is dead romance was birthed and ended with this scene

he tells her about it and she goes "callum, you're exhausted. you had a nightmare. if i thought you were in any real danger you know i would-" and then ironically i forget the same line that the person from nycc did wouldja look at that

can i just mention how close they were sitting in this scene i mean i jsut thikn i should mention hwo clo

yada yada he has a lightbulb and runs off with her blanket

the iconic "i know stella.. he took our blankie :("

god knows why barius is up in the middle of the night whispering sweet nothings to his jelly tarts

callum comes in with a certain proposition mwuhahaha

rayla comes into his office and sees his aesthetic ass sewing by fireside and graciously says "ah i get it! you're taking your mind off things by peacefully knitting" so iconic for both of them

callum explains that he's stitching runes to create a protection spell when barius comes in with the """"""""pearl""""""""""

rayla DIVES in front of callum and says "what r you doing get that thing AWAY from him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she got SO protective SO fast it was blessed

callum's like au contraire 😈

ok so obviously we had all heard about the fake pearl but. you know that one guy who makes insane sculptures out of nothing but chocolate? that's what they did the pearl is brown sludge with a candy coating 💀 i'm losing my mind that is so funny to me

so yeah with the decoy out the real pearl is protected by--and callum literally said this--"a magic blankie >:)"

he also pops in to tell ez and omg GUYS BAIT HAS HIS OWN LITTLE ROYAL CANOPY BED ITS SO FUCKING CUTE

dawn in the courtyard--ez is saying goodbye to soren, zym, and pyrrah who are going to look for zubeia (i almost just typed zendaya i need sleep) and callum and rayla who r going to the starscraper

my roman empire is this: callum was acting all eepy and then when they get going hE RESTS HIS HEAD ON RAYLA'S BACK AND FALLS ASLEEP. I CANNOT FUCKING MAKE THIS UP IT WAS PHENOMENAL SHE LOOKED SO FUCKING HAPPY I I I I I I HAKJSDHFKJASHFDKJHSADKFHKJASHFIHASEKFH

on a slightly lower note

scene from teaser except they did cut a couple lines in the teaser. mainly just terry going "didn't see you there,, cuz i was asleep. with my eyes closed"

he does not in fact get impaled but claudia tells him she's gonna leave him first and does just that

as she's going omfg terry's cries and pleas and "I LOVE YOU"s and "I WILL WAIT. I WILL WAIT HERE FOR YOU" was absolutely insane idk what was in the air in that recording studio but shout out to ben

i am so tired goodbye!

#SO SORRY i couldn't get this out last night #but here she is #tdp s6 #tdp s6 spoilers #tdp spoilers #tdp wondercon #tdp #the dragon prince #*thought i fixed it within minutes but iiii did not💀

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icypenguin · 5 months

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★~ Streamer!venti headcanons!

heyyy how’s everyone doinggg? sorry for the messy schedule by the way, i was in a writers block and can’t really figure out what you guys would like.. but i hope this is enough! so without further ado, please enjoyyyy!

-streamer!venti who would play horror name ‘just for fun’ cuz he thinks he’s brave enough to face the fear, yet he got goosebumps just by the title screen and background music.

-streamer!venti who loves pokémon and sonic the most. he has a full collection of their funko pop figures.

-streamer!venti who’s got the famous and iconic squeal when he’s excited.

-streamer!venti who often streams with his friend in aim to complete a horror game but they ended up chatting about how unicorns are fake and their delusions on them becoming a business man...

-streamer!venti who does those kawaii neko girl dances just for fun but ended up getting viral and teased for it.

-streamer!venti who always includes you to his stream, even if it’s just you watching him or greeting chat.

-streamer!venti’s chat who has been asking since ages a go if you guys are dating and even started to make a ship page about you both.

~ small drabble ~

“CHAT CHAT CHAT HELP MEEE HELP ME WHERE- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS THE KEY- THE STUPID WAFFLELING KEY SHUTUP MONSTER SHUTUP YOU BIG POOPYHEADDDDDD” venti was screaming his lungs out by the horrors he got from the video game, not minding what could possibly happen if your neighbours have heard it. “shh venti quiet down! you’re being too loud!” you opened the door quickly to shush venti down, remembering what happened by the last time when venti screamed in the middle of the night… “oh yeah- sorry! AAAAAAA OPEN THE DOOR OPEN THE DOOR-THE KEY WONT WORK STUPID KEY STUPID STUPID STUPIDDDD” he was too focused on the screen that he even forgot what you just said. “VENTI! i told you to quiet down!” this behaviour or venti was tiring but still, you stayed with him even if you can’t have good rest. “oopsies… sorry y/n i- sighs i was so close to reaching the end!” he was now devastated since the monster succeeded to catch him and slash him in the game. both of his hands were placed on his hair as his elbows were on the table. another defeat of another game that he was on the edge to finish. you noticed what happened by his expression and felt guilt drowning your emotions. “ah- sorry.. i disturbed you, didn’t i?” you got closer to venti, patting his head in hope to cheer him up. “it’s fine y/n.. it was my fault too.. i should’ve been more careful” he looked up to see you with shimmering eyes, a mix of devastation and guilt. meanwhile you both were comforting eachother, chat was going crazy by the more-than-friends contact!

ilovegummybear456: SHIPPPPP

elgatofan1267: AWWW THEY’RE SO CUTEEE

pizzaburritoslice: OMG VENTI X Y/N CONFIRMED???

wigllyjellyyyyyies: SHIP NAME RN????

pandalover02: THEY’RE LITERALLY CUDDLING?!?!!?!?!?!

and the rest were filling the chats with love emojis… upon focusing on the screen again, you both were suddenly in a blushing mess as chat goes wild about this. neither of you were brave enough to speak so soon, but he finally did it. “so- shall we play pokémon shining pearl now?” he cleared his throat before saying and tried to move on to another topic, but chat resist and kept on spamming love emojis and teasings. “ughh guyss stop ittt! we’re just roomatessss!” he whined to make them stop while you giggled at this. “well chat, time for me to go! oh and- dinner in 30 minutes, kay?” “okie dokie!” he shot you and thumbs up and went back into his stream. now chat was teasing about you taking care of him, feeding him, cooking for him.. well, goodluck for him to escape out of this naggings!

TYSM FOR READINGGG! hope u all liked this one! please have a nice dayy!

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #venti headcanons #venti x reader #genshin impact venti

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skzooweemama · 1 year

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Hiii I love love loveee your past two works they’re adorable🥹🥹

I was wondering if you would be open to writing how skz members react to you like accidentally poking/touching them w something (ex: a paintbrush or the eraser of a pencil). Something that you wouldn’t expect to tickle them but it does??

IM SORRY IM TRYING TO HAVE THIS MAKE SENSE😭😭

If this is too confusing or you simply don’t want to write it please don’t feel pressured, I understand!

hi hi! i’m so happy you liked my last two works!! thank you for your kind words!!

as for this request: i’m crying and throwing up this is SO CUTE 😭

i actually have so many ideas-

thank you for being my first ask anon!! 🫶🫶 this turned out to be 6000+ words of tickly fluff omg- that was NOT intentional what the heck!!! i probably won't do this much for every ask i receive, but i certainly got caught up in this one haha

(i think i ignored the “accidentally” in some of these 🫣)

EVERYONE SEND ME ASKS!! 🔫

ENJOYY!!

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Bang Chan:

When you heard the door open, you were hunched over your textbooks. It had been hours since you moved, practically yanking your hair out while gathering evidence for your research paper.

“Baby?” Chan’s voice came from down the hallway as he toed off his shoes and locked the door behind him. When you didn’t respond, he walked into the kitchen, finding you in the same spot he left you in when he went into the studio. “Have you been here this entire time?” He asked, coming up behind you to rub your back lovingly.

“Mmm…” Was your only response, not even offering your boyfriend a look.

“Did you eat?” A kiss was pressed to the top of your head. You nodded, and while Chan didn’t exactly believe you, he didn’t push. “Can I help?”

That made you look up at him, your tired eyes softening when you saw his bare face and equally tired eyes smiling back at you.

“Sure, thanks Channie…” You responded with words this time, pushing a book over to him. You briefly explained what you were looking for and he sat beside you, listening intently. Together, the two of you took notes for another half an hour before you stretched, sighing in relief as you were finally done for the night. “I never thought I’d get through those two chapters tonight!” You exclaimed, closing your textbook.

Chan giggled beside you, brushing your hair from your face. “Aren’t you lucky that I’m here?” He teased, giving you a lopsided grin.

You smiled and pressed a small kiss to his mouth. “Well duh, but don’t go getting full of yourself now.” You punctuated your last few words with a couple quick pokes to his side with the eraser of your pencil.

Chan jolted in his seat, sputtering out some giggles as you poked him. With a whine of your name, he pushed at the hand with the offending pencil in its grasp. “What are you doinggg?!”

You laughed at his reaction, trying to poke at him some more. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“You know why! Knock it off!” He cried, trying to get out of his seat so you’d leave him alone. Now feeling playful, you hooked your ankle around the leg of his chair so he’d have a harder time moving it.

“I don’t! Why are you running from me?” You continued to tease, grabbing his closest arm with your free hand so you could continue your assault. He broke into more giggles, pulling at you a bit but being careful not to hurt you.

Chan let out a small “Ah!”, his smile growing bigger and bigger the more he laughed. “Stohohop! It tihihickles!!” He choked out between laughs, body squirming away from you as much as he could from where you had him trapped.

“What? It’s just an eraser! Does it really tickle?” You asked, playing completely innocent as if Chan wasn’t a laughing mess before you.

“Yehehes!! E- Enough!!” His voice broke a bit from the laughter, so you let him have a break. You rubbed the tickly sensations away with one hand and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help it.” You apologized, still grinning at his flushed face and slightly heavy breathing.

“You’re so mean…” Chan whined, suddenly feeling shy. You just laughed, and he made a mental note to get you back in the near future.

Lee Know:

“Min, are you sure I can’t help?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen island. Minho stood across from you, dutifully chopping vegetables to add to the stew he currently had sitting on the stove.

“I’m sure, just sit there and be patient, hm?” He told you curtly, staying focused on his knife work. You groaned, watching him chop up the vegetables longingly.

Minho was the cook in your relationship, you knew that. He could whip up just about anything if he had the recipe for it, whereas you had a track record of ruining instant ramen. Still, you always wanted to help him out in the kitchen.

After another ten minutes, you were feeling restless. Minho had moved on from chopping the vegetables and was now monitoring the stew while it simmered, waiting to add in everything else so it could cook all together. And his back was turned to you. You eyed one of his wooden stirring spoons and an idea crossed your mind.

Carefully, you approached him from behind, spoon grasped tightly in your hand. As soon as he turned around and stepped away from the stove, you held the spoon out in front of you.

“En garde!” You exclaimed, wielding your culinary weapon. Minho gave you a wildly unimpressed look.

“Are you secretly five years old?” He asked, moving your spoon aside with one hand, walking by you. You huffed and turned around, watching as he searched through the refrigerator. “Seriously, I go to all the trouble to make you food and you can help but be child-,” Minho cut himself off with a grunt when you poked his ribs with the spoon as he went to reach for something.

“I got you, Min. You’re dead now.” You told him, unaware of what you were doing. When he didn’t respond, you poked at him some more. “Hello? You good?”

Minho held out for all of five seconds before he began to giggle and try to scurry away from you. He smacked your spoon out of your hand and backed up as much as he could in the small kitchen. An evil smirk adorned your face.

“What, you done ignoring me now?” You asked, creeping towards your ticklish boyfriend menacingly.

“Honey… please, let’s just- let’s talk, okay? You wanna help me cook?” You laughed at Minho’s begging, secretly loving when he got like this.

“Nah, it’s too late for that now. I wanna hear you laugh.” With that, you lunged forward while Minho tried to dodge to the side of you. You caught him around the waist as he went, and wasted no time in digging into his hips. He screamed and clawed at your hands, breaking out into silly giggles immediately.

“Nohoho!! Nohohot fair!!” He cried out, leaning against the island once he gave up trying to fight off your quick hands. His laughs were belly laughs now, getting deeper and more intense as you abused his worst spots.

“Not fair? I think it’s totally fair, actually. You were being so mean to me! I think you should apologize.” You told him, acting as if you were actually upset. He tried to shake his head for a moment, before a well placed jab to his upper ribs had him keeling over.

“AH!! Nahaha!! Please baby!! Ihihi’m sorry!!” Minho’s voice was raw from the laughter, but he did manage to apologize so you let him go.

“Alright, you’re forgiven.” You let him go, pressing a kiss to his back and rubbing his hips briefly. “Let me help out next time, okay?”

Minho took a moment to gather himself, before turning around and giving you an annoyed look. “Fine. Just don’t be so childish then, hm?” He tugged you into his chest, pressing a searing kiss onto your lips. You squeaked in surprise, before he pulled away, biting back a smile. "You're so annoying..." He muttered and returned to cooking.

Minho's words nearly got him wrecked again, but you were hungry and his red ears told you all you needed to know. He was whipped for you, just like you were for him.

Changbin:

A whiny “Babeee” was all that you needed to know that your dark rapper was home from the gym.

“In the living room, Binnie!” You called back, setting your book down. Changbin came around the corner soon after, hair wet from a shower and a pout on his face. You sat up a bit, opening your arms in an invite to sit with you.

Changbin took it immediately, flopping down next to you and letting you wrap him up in your arms. He buried his head in your shoulder and let out a groan. “Missed you…” He mumbled into your skin.

“I missed you too, my love. How was the gym?” You asked, rubbing light circles into his back.

“‘S fine…” He trailed off, and you could tell he had more to say.

“But…?” You prompted, kissing his head gently.

“Hurt my shoulder…”

This news was surprising to you. Changbin was always so safe in the gym, never lifting more than he should and never using incorrect form.

“What? How?” The question left your lips sounding slightly more worried than you meant it. “Sit up baby, let me see.”

Changbin sat up, looking bashful. “I tried to lift too much… usually I increase by 10 pounds, but today I increased by 20.”

“Oh Binnie…” You sighed. “Which arm?” He gestured to his right shoulder. Gently, you touched the muscle there, pressing lightly until he flinched. It seemed to be the worst on his inner bicep. “Want me to try to roll it out?”

Your boyfriend nodded, looking kind of pitiful. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was always so confident at the gym, this mistake must’ve been really frustrating. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his pouting lips, rubbing his arm comfortingly.

“I’ll be right back.” You told him, going to find his little muscle roller stick. It looked like a rolling pin with bumps on it, and it was meant to help sore muscles heal faster. Originally, you had bought it for yourself, but once you started dating a gym rat it became a communal item.

You returned quickly and instructed Changbin to lay on the ground with his right arm raised above his head. “Okay baby, I’m just going to roll this up and down your arm. Tell me if it hurts too much.” You explain, kneeling beside him. He nodded and shut his eyes, brow drawn up in preparation for the inevitable pain.

Beginning slowly, you rolled the small foam roller up and down his muscly inner bicep, pressing firmly. Changbin let out some groans, face scrunched as the pressure built up. You knew it would end up hurting, it always did. Rolling out your muscles was a real chore.

“You doing okay?” You asked, to which he nodded. You kept it up for another few minutes before you lightened it up. “I’m gonna go lighter now, okay?”

The light, gentle rolling of the foam was a sharp contrast to the deep pressure he had felt moments earlier, and when it approached his armpit, Changbin’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait-,” He exclaimed, trying to swallow the giggles threatening to burst forth.

You seemed to be none the wiser.

“What?” Once again, the roller approached his armpit, and this time, Changbin couldn’t help but stutter out a small laugh. A teasing grin grew on your face. “Oh? Does this maybe… tickle?”

A blush blossomed across his cheeks immediately, and Changbin shook his head. frantic. “No! No it really doesn’t, but I think I’m done now, so- AHH!”

You rolled the ridged massager right into his armpit this time, causing him to scream. He desperately tried to put his arm down and roll away, but you had him pinned with a knee on his elbow. He couldn’t help but break out into his goofy giggles once he realized he had no where to go.

“PLEHehase!! Bahahby!! It tickles!!” He laughed, shaking his head from side to side. Of course you knew he was ticklish, but opportunities to torture him never presented themselves so nicely. How could you let this one pass you up?

“Oh, so now you’re going to tell the truth? I thought it didn’t tickle?” You asked, and Changbin simply threw his head back, his giggles becoming louder. (Part of that was your fault, as you did start trailing your fingers against his sensitive skin after the roller left it)

His squirming got more and more intense, and since he was already injured, you didn’t want him to get more hurt. Reluctantly, you got off of him and helped him sit up, massaging the top of his shoulder with your hands while he caught his breath.

“That was… really mean…” Changbin said, panting a bit in between words. He still wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hurt shoulder.

“Sorry Binnie, you were just too cute.” Changbin blushed again at your words, and shook his shoulders in the way he did when he got flustered.

“Yeah? Your Binnie is cute?” He asked, pursing his lips for a kiss.

“The cutest.” You confirmed, leaning forward to grant his wish.

Hyunjin:

“Darling, hey…” A gentle hand shook you awake. You blinked at its owner blearily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Jinnie? What’s wrong?” You asked as you made out the figure of your boyfriend kneeling over you. His hair was pulled back away from his face and he was smiling at you softly.

“Nothing’s wrong, you just fell asleep. I didn’t want you to ruin your sleep tonight.” Hyunjin told you, petting your hair once before getting up from the side of the couch. You sat up, suddenly feeling lonely.

“Where are you going?” You asked, watching as he headed towards the hallway. He turned back towards you and you realized his clothes were covered in smears of different colors.

“Painting, you wanna come watch?” He asked, turning his head to the side as he did. You nodded, unwrapping yourself from your blanket cocoon and getting up to follow after him.

Hyunjin laughed when you reached him, kissing your head gently. “You’re so cute…” He murmured into your hair before leading the way down the hallway.

Once you were in the small studio, you took in the half finished art piece that he was working on. It looked to be a portrait of an old woman who seemed to be staring right back at you, smiling kindly. She didn’t have hair or the top half of her head yet, so you figured that was next.

Hyunjin stood behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. “I’m working on painting aged faces… do you like it?” His voice was soft and close to your ear. You leaned back into his touch.

“Mhm… she’s lovely. Reminds me of my grandma.” You told him, and he let out a huffed laugh behind you.

“I’ll keep that in mind, hm?” You nodded at his words, turning to press a kiss to his cheek before he took a seat at the small stool before the canvas. You took a seat in another chair, settling in to watch him paint.

After about 30 minutes, you still felt drowsy, and in an effort to stay awake you decided to distract Hyunjin a bit. You had spotted a fluffy old paint brush sitting by his art supplies. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in years, and you decided to change that.

“Jinnie?” You called out, getting up to grab the paint brush.

“Yes, love?” He answered, currently perfecting the shape of grandma’s hair.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, coming to stand behind him, hands rubbing his back mindlessly. Hyunjin glanced at you over his shoulder, confusion etched into his brow.

“What game?”

You giggled at his innocence. “I’ll show you!” Suddenly, you lifted up the back of his sweatshirt to expose his skin. “You guess what I’m writing, okay?”

“Okay? But- GAH!!” He cut himself off with a yelp as your fluffy paint brush made contact with his back. You felt him begin to shake beneath your hands as you worked on writing nonsense all over his skin.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna play?” You absolutely knew what was wrong. Your boyfriend was insanely ticklish. He couldn’t even stand you tracing shapes on his back when he was wearing heavy jackets- he was just too ticklish.

Hyunjin was doing his absolute best to hold back his giggles. The feeling of the brush against his skin sent shockwaves through his body, and it was all he could do to stay still in that moment. Any sign of weakness would be a ticklish death sentence.

You, on the other hand, were having a blast. It wasn’t every day you got a chance to exploit Hyunjin’s ticklishness, so you weren’t about to give it up now. The brush slowly found its way to his side, the feather light touch on one of his worst spots finally causing him to break into giggles.

“Wahahahait!! Waitwaitwaitwait- baby PLEASE!!” Hyunjin pleaded, slumping forward on the stool and trying to squirm away from the evil brush.

You didn’t reply, just pressed a kiss against his shoulder before you went in for the kill. While you swirled your brush against his side, your free hand massaged his other side.

Hyunjin lost his mind, practically falling off the stool in an effort to get away from your attacks.

“AHHH!!!” He shrieked, now on the ground. You followed him, sitting on his long legs as he tried to escape. The brush was abandoned, and instead you just tickled him wherever you could reach.

“NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Hyunjin cried, grabbing for the hands currently clawing at his ticklish belly. You giggled along with him, heart overwhelmed with adoration.

“Yahhh, you’re so cute Jinnie! I need to do this more often!” You exclaimed, digging your thumbs into his lower belly and vibrating the muscle there.

Hyunjin threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut and a large smile on his face. His witch-like cackles filled the room as he eventually gave up fighting back, instead just laying there and taking it.

“My baby is tired hm? Okay, I’m done.” You decided, halting your attack and instead laying down beside Hyunjin. You pulled him into your body and let him lay his head on your chest while you played with the hair that had been knocked loose from his updo. Hyunjin was breathing heavily, but still nuzzled into your touch as the two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“What was that for?” He asked after a while, and you giggled at him. Hyunjin looked up at you, offering you a glare and a pout as you laughed.

“I just wanted to mess with you, I couldn’t help it.” You explained, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He grumbled something that you couldn’t make out. “What was that?”

All he did was shake his head, and something told you to be on guard for the next couple days. Just in case Hyunjin decided to take revenge.

Han:

“Baby! Come listen to this!”

“Ji! Don’t yell, I’m right here.”

Han gave you a sheepish grin as he took off his headphones, turning in his rolling chair to face you. You were sitting on the couch of the studio he had taken over for the evening, just keeping him company and being an occasional beta listener for his new tracks.

“Sorry baby- I didn’t realize how loud I was talking.” Han said, flushing a bit. “But come here, I want you to listen to something.”

You did as you were told, sitting beside him in a rolling chair of your own. Han tugged you even closer and handed you his headphones. You put them on, giving him a look that said “let’s see what you’ve got”. He laughed and clicked play on the track he had queued up.

A trap beat began, quickly followed by a funky melody. Immediately you liked it, and leaned forward to watch how the audio layering changed on the program while you listened. Unconsciously, you placed your hand on Han’s knee while you listened, keeping the beat with your pointer finger.

“Wow!” You exclaimed when the track finished, moving the headphones to sit around your neck. “That was amazing Ji, seriously. I can’t believe how creative you are! That was like nothing I’ve ever heard before, how do you do it?” You asked, excitedly squeezing your boyfriend's knee as you turned to look at him.

To your surprise, Han was bright red and biting his lip. “Baby? What’s wrong, are you feeling okay?” You asked, suddenly concerned.

Han coughed awkwardly, nodding. “I’m fine, just warm suddenly.” He wouldn’t meet your eye.

You frowned. “If you say so, but let’s go home if you’re not feeling well, okay? I can’t have you getting sick on me.” You said, squeezing his knee once again as you went to get up and grab your jackets.

“AH-,” He squawked out as you did so, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. You stopped in your tracks, before turning to look at him.

“Are you ticklish?” You asked, and Han’s heart sank. He had been dreading this question since you started dating.

“What? Me? No, what a crazy question! I would never- NAha!!” You cut his rambling off with another sharp squeeze to his knees. Han began to giggled freely, realizing he wasn’t getting out of this without a fight. “Baby, baby please- just think about this okay? Don’t- don’t tickle me!”

There was no reasoning with you. An evil grin spread across your face and you pounced, squeezing and scribbling at his knees, slyly sneaking your fingers inside the rips in his jeans to tickle his bare skin. Han squealed, laughing immediately as he tried to roll away from you or at least push your hands away.

“Bahahaby!! Nohoho!!” He whined out in between giggles, making small whimpering noises when you continued your torture.

“Sorry Hannie, I can’t help it if you’re ticklish!” You teased, only letting up your attack when he began to kick out at you. He may be cute, but tickling him wasn’t worth getting kicked over.

Han giggled to himself for a second longer, before glaring at you. You simply stuck your tongue out at him and turned to grab your things. When you did, he grabbed you around the waist and tugged you down onto his lap. Before you could even protest, he began to tickle you like mad, making sure you laughed just as much as he did.

It was a while before the two of you actually went home.

Felix:

“Leonardo DiCaprio used to be so cute… what happened?” You sighed, laying on top of Felix while the two of you watched Titanic for the millionth time.

“I think his head got bigger- is that even possible?” Felix replied with a laugh, running his hands through your hair.

You laughed with him and gave him a teasing look. “I guess so. But I’m just gonna say that your head better stay the same size, okay?”

Felix made an offended noise at your words. “Hey! What the heck is that supposed to mean?”

"I dunno, Lix. What do you think it means?" You laugh, nuzzling into his chest.

"Uh uh, no. You don't get to be cute right now!" Felix said, trying to hold back a laugh of his own. He reached over and plucked the remote off the coffee table. "No more Titanic for you, it's making you goofy."

"What? Hey! Give that back!" You whined, reaching for the remote in his grasp. Felix shook his head, holding it just out of your reach.

"Nope, I'm turning it off! Sorry baby." At these words, you panicked, desperately wanting to continue watching. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

Just before Felix could turn it off, you grabbed his chin, tilting it down so you could press a heated kiss to his pretty lips. When you pulled away, Felix looked like you had just given him the most mind-numbingly wonderful drug to ever exist. In his daze, he accidentally brought the remote back into grabbing range. You snatched it out of his hand quickly, sitting up with a victorious cheer.

"Haha! I win!" You cried, waving the remote around. Felix groaned, sitting up as well and giving you a pout. "Take that, Lix!" To add to your gloating, you used the remote to quickly jab him in the ribs.

Felix certainly wasn't expecting that and grunted in surprise, bringing a hand to cover the spot you jabbed.

At first, you were worried you hurt him. "Baby? Did that hurt? I'm sorr-," You cut yourself off when you saw the light blush rising to his cheeks. "Did that tickle?" You asked, laughing out in shock.

Felix's cheeks turned dark red immediately, and suddenly he was up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.

"Hey! Get back here!" You yelled out, getting up to chase him down.

Felix had run to your bedroom and he didn't even have enough time to shut the door behind him before you were on him. Quickly, you had tackled him onto the bed, hands finding purchase on his lean hips. You began squeezing and Felix screamed in protest.

"AHH!! NAHAHA!!" Felix cried out, his laughs loud as he tried to pry your hands off his hips. You just laughed along with him, swinging a leg over him to straddle his thighs.

"And to think all of this could've been avoided if you didn't try to steal the remote, hm?" You lamented between giggles, skittering your tickling fingers up to Felix's ribs. He let out another scream, throwing his head back as you began to teasingly count his ribs.

"NOHOHO!! DOHON'T DOHOHO THAHAT!!" The words were hardly intelligible through his screeching, but you understood well enough.

"Do what? This?" You played dumb, but dug your thumbs into a particularly bad spot under his third rib. Felix's hips bucked beneath you aggressively, nearly throwing you off. His laughter fell silent soon after, his hands clawing at your thighs and his face nearly turning purple.

You rolled off of him, rubbing his chest lightly and giving his shoulder kisses until he caught his breath. When he did, he turned his head towards you, blond hair all in his face, and let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. You giggled and pulled him into your chest.

He fell asleep soon after, leaving you no time to apologize for being a tickle monster. Hopefully the cuddles would make up for it.

Seungmin:

"Min! Come look at what I'm making!" You called excitedly from your place on the couch, working on your latest crochet project. It was a hobby you'd picked up recently, and after mastering some basic stitches, you decided to try to make something special.

Seungmin appeared from around the corner, t-shirt crumpled and sweatpants riding up on his long legs. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes and he looked kind of grumpy. "Whaaaat?" He whined, flopping down on the couch beside you.

You giggled at his appearance and ruffled his hair. "Were you napping? You should've told me, I would've kept quiet." Seungmin just grumbled in response. "Anyway," you held up your project for him to see, "Look! It's PuppyM!"

The PuppyM in question was your crochet project. You had found a template online and you decided to recreate it to surprise your boyfriend. The stuffy was definitely sort of wonky looking, but you tried your hardest and you thought it had come out okay.

Seungmin, apparently, did not feel the same.

His eyes widened as he took in the Skzoo's appearance, and suddenly loud, mocking laughs escaped him. "Whahaht the heheck is that?" Seungmin snickered, trying to grab for it.

You held it out of his reach, making an offended noise at his words. "It's PuppyM! I crocheted him..." You whined, feeling disappointed by his reaction. "I thought you'd like him..."

Seungmin sat up, still laughing about it. "He's so squished! What happened?" He exclaimed. You frowned at him and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch, smacking him with it.

"You're a real jerk, Kim Seungmin." You turned away from him with a huff. You took PuppyM and tried to finish the stitching on him, but you felt so mad that it wasn't going well. The crochet hooks were not behaving.

Meanwhile, Seungmin was feeling pretty guilty. He didn't realize you were so serious about the project or else he wouldn't have laughed like that. He held the pillow you smacked him with and stared at your back silently, wondering if he should apologize.

Seungmin called out your name gently. "I'm sorry, baby. That wasn't cool and I-," You turned back toward him quickly, frustration clear on your features.

"Oh now you're apologizing? Yeah, seems about right. You know, I worked so hard on this!" Your words were angry and you jabbed him with your crochet hook to emphasize your point. Instead of arguing back, Seungmin let out a squawk of laughter and clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening.

An evil grin spread across your face and you set your project down, moving towards him on the couch.

Seungmin scooted away from you as much as he could, already beginning to beg for mercy. "Baby, baby please. I'm sorry, okay?"

"What are you sorry for? Hm? Because whatever it is, it seems like you need a bit of a punishment." You spoke lowly, moving to cage him in beneath your body. Normally, this would be sexy, but now Seungmin was blushing for a different reason.

Before he could get another word out, you slipped a hand up his shirt and dug into his side. Seungmin bit his lip, desperately trying to hold in the laughter that was threatening to spill from his lips. It was working until you began to vibrate your thumb deep into the muscles in his stomach.

"NAHahaha plEHEase!! I'm sohohoryy!!" Seungmin cried out between laughs, trying to hide his face in his shoulder while his hands grabbed at you in protest. You simply giggled at him, blowing air into his ears when he turned his head.

"You were so mean to me, Min. How am I supposed to forgive you?" You asked, pretending to think while your hand destroyed his ticklish stomach. You made a humming noise and pressed ticklish kisses wherever you could, causing the tall boy to squeak and hiccup around his giggles.

"I'll do anything!! Nohoho mohohoreee!!" His words were pleading, but you still didn't feel satisfied.

"Ah! I know." You stopped tickling him, getting up to sit on his waist. "You tell me just how much you love my PuppyM and I might forgive you, okay?" Seungmin, flushed and teary eyed, nodded. Before he could catch his breath enough to tell you what you asked him to, you threw his shirt up, pressed your mouth to his lean stomach, and blew one long raspberry into his skin.

Seungmin screamed, thrashing beneath you as the raspberries just kept coming. "NAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASEE!! PUPPYM IS- GAHAHA!!! I LOVE HIM!! STAHAHAPP!!" Seungmin could hardly get his words out, and his laughter fell silent just after. You blew just one more raspberry before wiping your spit off his tummy and pulling his shirt down.

"There, was that so hard?" You asked, smiling down at your thoroughly wrecked boyfriend. He only whined in response, pulling you down to lay on top of him. You heard his breathing even out as you cuddled him. "You gonna fall asleep again?"

A sleepy kiss was pressed to your temple, along with an "mhm" from Seungmin before he fell asleep beneath you. You smiled a bit, feeling your heart swell from the amount of love you held for him, even if he was kind of a meanie sometimes.

I.N:

"Thanks for letting me do this, Innie. It means a lot." You said, pulling out your makeup supplies and setting it all down on the table. Jeongin was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, staring up at you nervously. You had asked him to be your model for a project at your beauty school, and he had agreed without thinking. The two of you hadn't been dating for long, and now that he was here, he felt kind of anxious.

Jeongin nodded, offering you a small smile. "It's nothing. I want you to do well on this project so it's the least I could do."

You smiled and leaned down to press a light kiss to his lips. "You really are the sweetest, you know that?" Jeongin blushed and looked away, but he couldn't help but smile when you giggled at his reaction. "Okay, I'm gonna start now. Just stay still, hm?"

He sat like that for a while, letting you pat various powders over his face. You painted pastel shadows onto his eyes, highlighting them with lots of glitter and sparkle to fit the theme of the project. When you finished with his face, Jeongin looked like a fairy.

“There! You wanna see?” You held up your small handheld mirror to him, and Jeongin nearly gasped. His makeup had been done countless times by many different people since he became an idol, but something about the way you accentuated the curves of his face made him feel really pretty. “Do you like it?” You asked softly, rearranging his hair lightly so he could see more of his face.

Jeongin nodded, still staring at himself. “You’re amazing…” He murmured, dropping the mirror from his face and looking up at you in wonderment. “You’ll definitely get high marks on this project, just you wait.”

You laughed at his words, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. “You think so? I think it’s just because I had an amazing model to help me out.” You grabbed something else from the table and your long, fluffy kabuki brush. Jeongin had seen those before and remembered them because of the cool name. “Alright, I’m almost done. I just need to do one last thing.”

Jeongin nodded, seeing you were holding a jar of fine body glitter. “Where does the glitter go?” He asked.

"I was thinking of dusting across your cheeks and your neck, just to highlight the colors on your face," you explained, unscrewing the lid of the jar and dipping your brush into it. "Is that okay?"

"Uh y- yeah! Yes, that's fine." It wasn't really fine, if he was being honest. Jeongin knew how... sensitive his neck was, and he wasn't wild about sharing that information. But you looked so excited, how could he deny you?

You gave him a beaming smile and began to brush the glitter over his cheeks. That spot wasn't too bad, but now you were gathering more product on your brush and-

"Ah!" Jeongin cried out, grabbing your wrist when the brush made contact with his neck. Upon realizing what he did, your boyfriend blushed and looked away, slightly nervous for your reaction.

You giggled, patting his shoulder. "Are you ticklish there?" Jeongin nodded, keeping his gaze on his lap. "You're so cute..." You cooed, tilting his chin up so he'd meet your eyes. "Can I keep going? It'll be over soon."

Jeongin blushed once again, but nodded anyway. You smiled, once again bringing the glittery brush up to his neck. Instead of freaking out or trying to stop himself, he let his giggles flow freely as they came. His eyes squeezed shut and his dimples came out as he cringed from the sensation, which caused you to ooh and awe over him once again.

"Are you really this ticklish? I'm barely touching you!" You couldn't help but tease him, entranced by his cute face and melodic laughter.

Jeongin did his best to stutter out some words. "Yehehes ihit's bahad!" The brush danced up to one of the spots beneath his ear, which made him squeal out and try to hide in his shoulder. "AHH! Nahaha!!" He was back to grabbing at your wrist.

This time, instead of trying to will him to take his hand off so you could move, you used your other hand to jab into his armpit. Jeongin let out another soft scream and clamped his arm down over your hand, leaving the brush free to finish its work. You kept your hand in his armpit, just as encouragement to let you finish up.

"Bahaha!! Nohoho!! It's so bad!!" He cried out, beginning to thrash in his seat as both his underarms and neck were seemingly tortured at the same time. You giggled at him, and worked on the last little area of his neck before you finally let him have a break.

"I'm sorry, Innie. That must've really tickled, hm?" You asked, setting the brush down. "I'm done now, not to worry."

Jeongin's breathing was a bit labored, and his face was on fire, but he looked more happy than anything. "It's okay, it did tickle but... I didn't hate it..." He admitted, once again not looking at you.

You raised an eyebrow as you packed up your makeup supplies. "Oh? I'll have to explore that more later..." You sing-songed teasingly. Jeongin let out a small whine at that, to which you chuckled.

"Come on, I need to take pictures of you, pretty boy."

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Growing into the Job, Post 390: Cat n Mouse, p1

He looked like a baby deer, standing there in my bedroom, wide eyed and haha anything but innocent the little gremlin.

“Have you been snooping?” I scolded, watching the power in my voice basically blowing my bra right off his face and make him take a step or two backwards, letting it fall to the floor. I was trying to sound funny, casual, playful but I’d felt my energy building building building all through my workout and tho it was sposed to relax me now haha I was like ready to nnngh blow up. And then seeing him with my bra on his face? Fucking adorable. It made me swell up even more. The poor little man needed my perfumes to keep himself from getting sick - woops! I forgot all about that, how he needs me - and I guess there’d been enough of me in that white underwire I’d worn a couple days ago. So, he’d put it on his face to breathe, just so he could have a hint of my scent. S’okay. Now you get the real thing little boy.

He took a step back, seeing me, his eyes huge and confused.

“M-M-Melissa…oh my g-god…” he stammered, seeming to forget for the moment what I’d just caught him doing. Instead, he was worried about how I looked. “Y-y-you’re huge.”

I love when he stutters like that, trying to speak to me. “Oh, you noticed,” I smiled, stepping now into the bedroom…and watching him take another step back. He bumped into the shelf. A candle toppled over, and he panicked quickly trying to catch it, but it fell to the ground and knocked over one of the pictures of him I’d framed. Clumsy little monkey. I mean, I guess I can’t blame him. After my workouts I tend to bulge up, like a lot. My muscles swell up like crazy, making me look enormous. And as I came closer to him, I felt them all growing bigger still, vibrating, urging me to just reach out and grab him.

And I did.

I reached out my arms, to take him into a hug, but the stinker ducked and got underneath them. He quickly darted to the side, away from me.

“Jay-yyyyyy..?” I sang, turning towards him again, “What are you doinggg?” I sounded crazy like a crazy lady but haha who cares.

“I, uhhh…” he sputtered, looking this way and that. Guhh it was so cute! Suddenly he darted to his right, but I was quicker. I cut him off with a single step. He hesitated, backing away again.

“I’m uh…”

You’re trying to get away from me you little scamp. “C’mere I just want to hold you,” I said, crouching down for to snatch the bra off of the ground that he’d had over his face. I took another step towards him but nnn hahaha he just kept running away. “What is up with uuuu hahahaha? Are u afraiiid of me? Afraid of what you did?”

“I-I ummmm-” he began.

“You were snooping,” I repeated, finishing his answer for him, “You were looking through my stuff and snoopity-snoop-snooping.” At that I lunged towards him but urrrr he snuck under my arms again and scampered towards the door, running out into the hallway.

I turned, bra still in hand, and stepped after him. By the time I got out of the bedroom he was already scooting down the stairs.

“Why are you running away from meeeee..?” I called after him as he hit the bottom floor and disappeared around the corner. I giggled. Of course I could just boom out, use my bossy voice, and make him turn right around. I could make him crawl back up the stairs to me til he got to my size 15s, but where's the fun in that hahaha? Well, that actually does sound fun too haha…but I have a better idea.

I walked to the top of the stairs. “Hide and seek? Is that what you want to play, honey?” I spoke. I made certain he would hear me. My voice, I knew, could carry through the house. In fact it could shatter all the windows, if I wanted. “Cat and mouse?” I continued, as I took my first step down towards the bottom floor. I was still in my workout clothes, this tight white top and black leggings, but my muscles were so pumped up from even just the tiny little weights my mom had downstairs that they were nearly bursting out of my clothes. Maybe I’ll do that, when I catch you, make you watch me burst out of my clothing.

“So, where is little mousy?” I asked, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, “ Big big kitty wants to playyyyy…” In all honesty I felt less like a kitty and more like a giant mama she-lion stalking for dinner, but I was willing to go with it. I glanced down at the table, this narrow thing that my mom kept in the atrium. My eyes narrowed. I’d dropped a bunch of ‘Lean In’ and ‘Movement’ pamphlets here last week, and he’d obviously been looking through them. I could smell him on them.

“I see you found my pamphlets,” I called out to the house, holding back a laugh, “Interesting reading, hm?” I knew I shouldn’t leave these laying around; they're supposed to be for girl-eyes only. Whatever. “And you were looking at that picture of me from the fitness competition? I was big for a twe- …nineteen yr old…” I said, “I’m so much bigger now.”

Come back here and I’ll show you.

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Oh my god, oh my god! What the fuck is happening?? I thought to myself, having moments ago ducked behind the couch, my heart racing with the panic of a hunted animal. What do I think I’m doing?? Seeing her like she was, being caught in her bedroom after finding all the things I’d found - those pamphlets, her notes and ravings, my instinctual reaction was ‘get away from this giant crazy lunatic’.

Deep breath. I know I know I know…this was Melissa. My girlfriend. Of all the people I’d ever met she was one of the most sweet and tender. The perfect girlfriend. At times.

But it was more than fair to say she could - at other times - be rather unbalanced, and this was clearly one of them. I could see it in her eyes, as soon as I saw her upstairs. She was manic. She was possessed by this need to get bigger, stronger. She claimed it was to protect me, but why did I suddenly feel so endangered? Why? Was I just confused? She wouldn’t actually hurt me, right? No….no. But I…I needed time to think, to process. What did her having all that propaganda imply, what did all that stuff I found on the shelf mean for us? For me?

“Come out come out wherever you are…!” I heard her tease, giggling. Urk! She was close, walking just on the other side of the couch I was hiding behind. I had to crouch down, shrink down even smaller not to be seen, almost crawling under the couch. I could feel her passing by, and I watched as her long, long legs came into view walking away. Her big thighs bulged through spandex leggings, thick, hip-width muscle lapping at the base of her tapered, heroic torso. The twin planets of her ass rocked back and forth rhythmically swaying as she made her way towards the enclosed indoor pool to look for me. She was carrying the big white bra I’d been breathing from; it dangled from her right hand. Is she using that as bait?

I refused to fall for it. Now was my chance.

Behind her back, just as she was stepping through the sliding doors, I darted away. Trying my best to stay quiet, I scooted towards the kitchen, and through the back hallway. There was a door there that led outside. If I made it outside, maybe I could-

I could what? As I got to the back door, and my hand met the handle, I froze. I was suddenly assaulted. Assaulted by doubt, apprehension and a new wave of nausea.

Ugh. Ugh ugh- I- can’t. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t open the door. Something in my rat brain was stopping me. Somehow I knew, as the taste of bile hit the back of my throat, that things would only get worse out there than they were in here. I had a flash, a mental image, a picture of it. I would be cold, weak and alone, and the reality of it made me shiver. I couldn't do it. I’ve got to think of something else…

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I knew he wasn’t in here. I knew he wouldn’t dare go into the pool area. It was too frightening for him now that he was afraid to go near the water by himself. He might fall in again, drown without me.

Yeah, the pool room would be off-limits, even if it was just to hide from me.. Plus, I knew where he was anyway haha. I could hear him. His heavy breathing, his little steps as he scampered from the great room. He was trying to be sneaky but to me they were clear as day. I came out here anyway just to give him some time to try to get away, maybe find a really good hiding spot. I wasn’t worried that he’d go outside. If he did, then he’d be really scared, and he’d feel even sicker. So no. I wasn’t worried. He would need me soon.

But I wanted to hold him so bad. Like, now.

So, after just a little bit - I counted to ten in my head - I turned around, came back into the main living area, and closed the slider to the pool behind me. “I guess you’re not in there,” I called out, knowing he could hear me. I peeled off my workout sneakers - one, two - and dropped them on the floor. Socks too. I liked the feeling of the house shaking under my bare feet, but first I listened. I could so easily sense him and everything about him now. So cool.

“Oh are you starting to feel sick? Does you're tummy hurt? Hm hun?” I announced, “Being away from me is just so hard, huh?” Slowly I started to walk and yeah haha - <boom boom boom> went my feet. “Take a deep breath hun. There should be enough of my perfumes around so you can handle it - I’m really sweaty haha - but still. You don’t feel so good, do you?” It was like I could feel his stomach turn. “Come to mama. You can sniff her bra again, and make it all better <giggle!>”

This is like playing hide and seek with a toddler. I glanced around the great room, making a show of looking under the couch cushions and behind the big potted plant that I really needed to water, but I knew he wasn’t in here. He was like a little kid, so predictable so I kinda already knew where he was.It was so obvious. Plus haha I can hear his heartbeat.

He was scared. Was he really trying to resist me?

“Hiding in the kitchen, hm?” I called out, as I casually made my way towards him. I’d turned off my perfumes, completely, a little while ago. I didn’t really know I could do that, but I guess I can. I giggled to myself. If you're not going to play nice sweetie, then I'm not going to either. I can withhold from you. Let’s see how much you like that.

“Get ready, hun,” I said, “Here I come…”

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Oh no! How the hell?!? I could hear her coming closer, the house - and everything around me - shaking under her feet. She couldn't possibly know!

My heart raced anew. I thought I’d found a spot, the perfect place. Here, in the dark, I could be quiet. I could try to deal with this building nausea. She’d never think I could actually fit in here, right? I’d just had to push a few cleaning products out of the way and curl up a little. Suddenly my height is an advantage, I thought ruefully, but if she knew I was in the kitchen, it wouldn’t be long until-

<boom boom boom!> her footsteps were coming closer.

How are they so loud??

She continued to talk to me, teasing me as she approached. “Haha I bet you’re wondering: ‘How does she know, huh? How does she know I was looking at the pamphlets? Her picture?’ Are you wondering that, sweetie? Are you wondering how I know?”

She was in the kitchen, now. I heard her opening some of the upper cabinets. “I was downstairs working out with my mom’s little baby weights, lifting them all and I felt it. Haha I felt you, what you were doing,” she continued. A cabinet door <slammed>, making me flinch. “How does it feel to have a girlfriend that can read your mind, honey??”

Oh my god she’s crazy, I thought to myself but, for a second, I couldn't help but consider the horrifying possibility. I shivered in some dark mix of fear and arousal. What if she could?

I heard a loud <THUD> as she looked through a garbage can, followed by the clinking of utensils as she opened - a silverware drawer? How small does she think I am??

“Wanna know what else I can do?” she asked as her heavy footfalls - <boom, boom, boom> - approached even closer. What small bit of light came into my hiding space, the little sliver through the door, was eclipsed by the shadow of her legs as she passed in front. She’d stopped. She was now a foot away from me, if that.

I knew, I knew it right then and there. She was waiting for me. She was standing there on purpose, blithely talking to me and indulging my little game of hiding from her. She totally knew where I was.

“You know, don’t you? That I know exactly where you are?” she began, “I can feel it, but that's not all. I can also tell you’re shaking. You’re quivering. You’re afraid.”

My eyes went wide. How? How was this all possible? I knew I needed to hide. I needed to get away, but all I managed to do was get myself trapped, and now she was coming to get me.

“Awwww, honey, sweetie…don’t be too afraid…”

<BOOM!>

An enormous footfall, inches away, rattling the cabinets, glassware and indeed the entire house around us. I covered my head and went into a fetal position I heard her begin to laugh. All my nerve endings were screaming and I’d tucked away, backing deeper into my little hole as far as I could.

“You like that?” she chuckled, as <BOOM!> she slammed her foot again into the kitchen floor, to shake the house even more violently and causing me to nearly jump out of my own skin. I heard something crash and shatter in another room. “I can make my feet really heavy. I can make earthquakes for you,” she said, from where she stood right outside my hiding spot, “That’s kinda sexy, right?”

I tried to keep myself from moaning, whining, whimpering - I was so scared! - I didn't want her to hear me. She knew I was here but…but…

“Come on out, sweetie, come on out and I can show you what else I can do,” she continued, “I can use my breath, I can use my eyes, I can use everything that’s super about me and we can have so much fun…”

I couldn’t help it, I let out a noise. It was a groan? A moan? A little whine? Whatever it was it sounded pathetic, and I’m sure she heard it…

“Ohhhhh, sweetie..!” I heard her exclaim, “That little noise! Are you feeling okay? All hidden away from me, away from my perfumes?” I saw her shadow shift outside. “It hurts your tummy, doesn’t it? Being without them? Makes your head all ucky?”

Nnngh. Oh my god. Yes. I wanted it. I needed it, now more than ever. I needed to smell her, to breathe her in. I just need a little.

“Just a little? That’s all you need?” she cooed, torturing me with the promise and an infuriating little giggle, “Come on out, then. I have something that might help.”

I reached my hand out toward the door. I shivered, I shook. My bones rattled like a junkie, my mind desperate.

Wh-What is it?

“‘What is it?’ Hmm, here’s a hint,” she began, frightening me with her evident ability to know what I was thinking, “it's smooth, and silky and white and it’s reeeeeally big. I think it'll make you feel allll better. You just have to ask nice.”

My breath rattled in my lungs as I pictured her caressing it in her hands. Oh Christ.

“p-p-please..?” I peeped out, from my dark little spot, giving into my weakness and perversion as I finally revealed myself.

I heard her giggle.

“Please what?”

“p-please may I come out..?” I asked.

“‘Please may I come out and..’? What else, honey?”

She was going to tease me, punish me, show me the folly of ever trying to get away from her.

“please may I come out,” I began again, my voice timid and meek. Just as weak as I was. I didn't even really know what I was saying anymore. “A-and…” oh my god oh christ what am I saying “...c-can you put your bra on my face?”

What the hell’s become of me??

I really need to get out of here!

“Oh, of course sweetie,” she giggled, apparently amused and tickled pink by the candidness of my pathetic request. “I would love to do that, but where are you?” she teased.

“I-I’m down here…” I said, from inside my lair, as I lightly pushed open the cabinet door.

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“Oh good boy!” I sang, laughing. Omigod this was too much hahahaha! He asked! I got him to actually ask for it! “Good boy, good boy,” I said, immediately crouching down and opening the under-sink cabinet where he’d been hiding from me. “Oooo you look so cute, so little and curled-up and scared under there, like a little boy hiding from his - nnngh - mommy.”

Did I just say that out loud haha??

He still had on his wrinkled little work shirt, his wrinkled little work pants. His brow was all wrinkled up too, he was so nervous, embarrassed. He looked up at me. “Aww, sweetie! It’s okay! Come on out!”

I knew I could have helped him, reached in and lifted him right out of there, but I wanted to stand and watch him crawl out toward me, Which was exactly what he started to do.

Awkwardly, so awkward, he started coming on out, unfolding himself from the little ball he’d curled himself into. He got partway out, from the cabinet, before he stumbled and fell into a little heap at my feet. I giggled at his clumsiness, and looked down at him.

He started to try to get his hands under himself, maybe trying to stand - but I could tell he really wanted to scamper away.

“Nuh-uh,” I immediately said with a frown, placing a big, bare foot of mine onto his chest. I gently (well, maybe not so gently haha) pushed him down, until he was laying on the floor. With his scared little eyes looking up at me as I had him pinned on his back, it was priceless!

Oh, haha, poor baby. Are you afraid that I saw through your little escape attempt? Afraid I read your mind? This was just too much fun!

“Stay there for a minute,” I told him, my foot now pushing him into the polished hardwood floor of the kitchen. Nnnngh omigod is that a boner? Is he…haha omigoddd…liking having my foot on him, being stepped on? Little man don’t you know I could crush your ribcage like celery sticks?

I considered pushing my foot up, rubbing it in his face. I could make him lick and kiss my toes to make it up to me, for all this running away and hiding. Kiss my feet. The boys in the basement ask to do it. Maybe you should learn to do it too.

“h-how did you know I was in there?” he finally asked, from down on the ground. There were so many questions in his scared little eyes, but he was really just having trouble accepting the truth about what I could do. I figured I should keep it simple.

“Let’s just call it women’s intuition,” I said, smiling my biggest warmest smile at him as I took my foot off him, leaned down, and picked him right up from under his arms. My bra still dangled from my right hand but I had no trouble; he weighed practically nothing. I could hold him off the ground like this for as long as I wanted, watch him squirm. I looked him right in the eye as I slowly started to pull him in-

Oh ho the little noodge! He put his hands up to my chest, trying to push off, push me away.

‘Still afraid of me huh? Even with that big boner in your pants?’ He pushed, the little twerp. “Oh like that’s going to help!” Nnngh! That’s only going to make it worse haha! ‘Now, come to mama…’

I arched my back, pressing my big breasts just further into his small hands. I couldn't keep from moaning. "OOoooOOoooo I like the feeling of your little hands on me, Jay,” I said, “It makes me feel even bigger!”

It’s true. Maybe I’m a bit mean sometimes, maybe I’m a bad girlfriend but comparing his shrunken body to mine was like my favorite thing to do. “You’re so small, so little and weak,” I said to him, “and when we’re together I feel huge. I love feeling huge.” I giggled. His hands were mushed right into my boobs, basically disappearing. “Do you promise you’ll keep getting smaller for me?”

His jaw was quivering, his eyes big and wide. He was staring at his hands, seeing for himself just how smsll they were compared to my breasts. He was just so powerless. Shocked, he looked up into my face... His brain was slowing down. He was having trouble talking. I had let go just a little of my pheram- uh, perfumes - I didn’t like when he felt sick to his tummy! - but it’s not like he was babbling, or salivating all over the floor. I could just tell he was lost in me. And not just in my size, he was lost in all of me. Sure he was paying attention to the swell of my shoulders and traps which, nnngh, were still all pumped up and enormous and maybe haha a little intimidating. But his eyes also traveled into my eyes, my smile, my big thick hair. I just loved how he was looking at me. It's quite nice, sometimes, to be such a bombshell haha.

He was like a baby deer, and now that he’d been caught by the hungry mama bear - haha me - with his big wide eyes, all his trembling? He might as well have been drizzling himself in honey. “Sweetie I need a kiss, a nice big one,” I told him, unable to help myself as I pulled him in.

He could tell as soon as my my lips pressed against his: I just wanted to eat him up! He could feel how wonderfully full my lips were and just how easily they engulfed his. He felt their softness and warmth overtake him, and, nnngh, I wanted him to imagine them pressing up against his entire body, being sucked into my mouth, me eating him up! My lips needed no help pulling him into them and haha as we kissed he could feel his breath being drawn from his lungs by my own stronger ones. I held his breath from him and when I finally released him he found himself panting.

“M-Melissa, oh my god…” he managed, his head swimming from lack of air.

My cheeks warmed up and my excitement built even more. I opened my mouth to respond, but instead a moan came out and once again I pressed my lips against his. Now I really began to suck him in, a huge kiss.

It’s like…I didn’t mean to kiss him again. I should really be punishing him, for snooping, for running away from me and hiding. There were other things I should be doing, I knew, to show him his place, but I wanted him inside me so badly and as I kissed him my mouth opened wider and worked against his, overpowering his smaller lips with my own while again drawing the breath from inside him. I sucked in, and in, and in. He struggled a little, then a lot, in my hands. Squirming around, the little cutie.

I thought maybe I should break the kiss but - haha no - I didn’t wanna, even as his chest began to strain and I began to get concerned I might collapse his skinny chest. He’d stopped moving. So instead I breathed into him, filling his lungs. I’d taken the breath from him so I could give him my own. Don’t worry, I can give you what you need to breathe. What I breathed into him was better than regular air. It was my air, my oxygen, it was all me me me.

Stil, he began to squirm again, like he was trying to get away from me.

“You are being such a stinker!” I laughed, breaking our kiss and holding him so our faces were just inches apart. I cocked my head and regarded him, falling into thought as he gasped. “I’m beginning to think that your email friend and this ‘resistance’ are a little problem for us. Are they making you think this way, act up like this, all naughty? I don't want them infecting my perfect little man with bad ideas.”

He shook his head, still recovering. “N-no, Melissa, I just w-wanted to…f-find out more…”

“Oh, Jay, I know,” I said, trying to stay calm. Think, Missy, think. Be patient with him. “Well, as long as you stop reading those emails, it's no problem.” At least for now.

He didn’t have a phone, at this point, no one could text him either. We looked through all his mail, made sure he only got stuff we’d want him to read. In fact, is there any reason he needs to read at all? God haha mmmph! That would be amazing! Emptying that little head of his until he can't remember how to read. I could just picture it: I imagined myself looking into his eyes and draining him of all his big-boy smarts until he was like a simple little child, watching all his brains just dribble out. That way I could read to him at night, help him along with books at bedtime. Books like - what’s it called? One Fish, Two Fish? Red Fish, Blue Fish? Or haha One Boob, Two Boobs, White Boobs, Brown Boobs. That should keep him focused on what's important. Haha Boobs Boobs Boobs hahahahaha.

Sometimes I sound crazy, I know. But everyone is a little crazy when they're in love, right?

“So, though, is that why you were sneaking around snooping? Reading those pamphlets and looking through my stuff?” I asked as gentle as I could be when every inch of me just wanted to, nnngh haha toss his little man body onto the counter and climb on top of him. “You trying to figure me out?” I continued.

At that, I lifted him a bit and <plopped> him on his butt, right onto the granite of the kitchen counter, next to the sink. His little legs dangled off the side. I put my hands down - I was still holding my bra - on either side of his knees, resting the weight of my upper body on the stone and leaning in towards him. Instinctively, he leaned back a bit. People get like that, these days. They have trouble handling me when I get close.

“I should punish you but, well, here. Let me tell you a little about what’s happening…”

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