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madlymiho · 5 years

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Hello dear Miho! Happy 600 followers! ❤ Here we go again Hahaha! I would like an scenario about Zoro and his GF who is teasing him a lot (Like she's eating lollipop staring at him with naughty intentions or giving him hot kisses and getting out like nothing happened). And at the end, Zoro doesn't control himself anymore and... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) If doesn't bother you, can you make an Heavy NSFW? THANK U SWEETHEART

Hello there! Aaaah thank you so much, you’re an adorable little bean 💖

Does it bother me to write HEAVY NSFW? Hehehehehehehehehehe *laugh even more evilly* you’ve knocked on the right door, sweetie! Loved the topic, hope you’re going to enjoy this!

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Warning : Heavy NSFW

Zoro scenario : How to tame your teasy girlfriend (read after the cut)

At some point, you would never believe how the New World could be a hot place. It’s been almost two days since the Sunny can’t sail. There’s no wind. Not a single zephyr to blow in the sails and make them move to the next island. The temperature aboard is almost unbearable, and most of the Straw Hat try desperately to cool off with various methods. Sanji, stuck in the kitchen, cooks many fresh meals and drinks to help them all, but the general atmosphere is quite tensed.

“Can you stop doing that?” Zoro snaps, taking a swallow of water from his flask after he reached ten thousand push-ups, far from behind done.

She tilts her head, a playful smirk growing at the corner of her lips, while she shrugs. She’s seated on the floor of the nest, facing him, only wearing a revealing short and the top of her bikini. Her hair is tied with a blurred bun, some of her locks lazily falling around her face, skimming the edge of her neck.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She gently replies, offering him a genuine smile.

Zoro sighs as he sits on the floor, retracting his legs against his chest to start a session of abs exercise. Despite the heatwave outside, he’s always ready to work out almost compulsively. His bare torso is covering with sweat, and for a moment, she freezes and imagines her tongue running on his warm and salty skin, until he becomes a mess under her ministrations. Nevertheless, for the moment, she simply takes a long lap on her frozen lollipop instead, making sure that her green-haired boyfriend doesn’t miss a single movement. Zoro clicks his tongue, and looks away, dedicated to his sport session rather than her silly game. He doesn’t know what she’s planning to do, yet, she slightly starts to get under his skin acting like this while she’s almost wearing nothing.

“Ah, crap!” She suddenly hisses, bringing Zoro back to the reality.

He’s about to tell her to find something better to do than bother him, but as he turns his head, he notices that her ice-cream has dripped all over her neck, her fingers, but also her lovely breasts. She tries her best to clean her mess, but the drop of the sweet cream is plastered almost everywhere on her torso. She flicks her finger, trailing an inviting road on her round and feminine area, bringing back her digit to her mouth to suck on it, before she releases it with a wet and loud “pop”. She suddenly notices that Zoro isn’t moving anymore, his hungry stare following her every gesture, sometimes wandering on the mess she created a few seconds ago. She innocently smiles, her teasing features setting ablaze his tanned cheeks, frustrating him more than she would believe.

“Get cleaned.” Zoro mumbles, looking back at the wall in front of him as if it has all the answers of the universe, before he puts his body back at work.

“You’re so grumpy today…,” she teases, taking another lap from her frozen and colorful lollipop, the naughty sound irritating her boyfriend’s ears.

“I’m busy, idiot. What don’t you go back with the girls and do whatever girls do when they feel hot?”

Zoro closes his eyes as soon as he finishes his sentence, understanding excessively late the double meaning of what he has just said. He hears a mocking chuckle beside him, and before he can move his body to tense his muscled belly, her fingers are already skimming his nape, her warm breath teasing his earlobe. Her burning mouth presses a soft kiss beneath his ear, and for a moment, he can’t help but enjoy her sweet presence and the way she desperately tries to manipulate him. But since he’s not entirely receptive, she sighs loudly and starts to get up and ready to leave. It’s not interesting when he doesn’t want to play with her.

“Alright, I’m going for a drink at Sanji’s.” She simply informs him, already on her way out, but it’s enough to tickle his possessiveness and the fact that he wants her to fool around here.

Zoro growls, immediately jumping back on his feet to catch her wrist and pulls her almost violently against his chest. She gasps, surprised by this sudden turnaround, both of their skin plastered against each other. Zoro stares at her with both anger and passion, his hands pressed against her back to hold her close. She tilts her head, a few strands of her hair tickling the crook of her neck while she patiently waits for him to eventually spit whatever he needs to spit.

“Really, Sanji?” Zoro snarls, his possessive fingers falling down on her spin to grope her rear and squeeze it aggressively.

“At least, he’s always willing to give me some attention,” she teases with a long whisper, slightly coming closer under the pressure of his digits.

She perfectly sees this spark of jealousy blooming inside his only iris, gazing at her as if he dares her to say another word. She knows how it’s easy to fluster him when she talks about Sanji. Zoro hates whenever the Cook of the Straw Hat tries to get along with her. He knows that he can trust her, but his inner instincts are always deeply shattered when she smiles at another man than him.

“You better not leave now, Name.” Zoro threats, his voice slightly lower than usual, almost broken.

It has that infinite power to make her quiver on her legs, her throat dry as she drowns herself into his stare.

“Make me stay, then…,” she only manages to whisper, giving Zoro all the power and domination he was looking for until now.

Without any hesitation, he grips her hips strongly, walking rapidly until her back hits the first wall it would encounter. She lets lose a gasp, but soon enough, his lips are sealed on hers, devouring her sweet flesh with a hungry and messy kiss. Their teeth clench almost violently, Zoro forcing his tongue inside her mouth to swallow her every moan. Her fingers are immediately searching for something to touch, brushing his bare chest while she perfectly feels the goosebumps running under her digits. Zoro slams her back a bit more against the wall, his hard crotch strongly pressed against her core. She hums in approbation, and opens her eyes when Zoro abandons her lips to skim her neck, his tongue licking the remaining of her ice cream. Her head falls backwards, her hands already grasping his green hair, the burning breathing of his mouth dangerously close to her breasts. Hungrily, Zoro starts to lick her skin, his fingers digging inside her hips to firmly maintain her right where she is.

“You taste good,” he growls against her flesh, moving aside her bra to release one of her boob. “You’re such a messy girl…”

Before she can answer, Zoro pinches his lips on her nipple, his teeth gently nipping the soft and tender circle, pulling on it without any harm. She immediately arches her back, desperately trying to control her pleasure, even if Zoro has always been quite talented when it comes to pleasure her with his mouth. His thousand hours of training with a katana trapped between his lips have given him an improbable skill to ravish her body and make her lose her mind. Slightly impatient now, Zoro suddenly pulls on the top of her bikini, ripping it off to throw it on the floor. He’s hornier than before, his second hand finding its way to her other breast, massaging it shamelessly. He takes his time to let his tongue travel on her bare chest, enjoying the sweet smell of vanilla and fruits delightfully spread on her skin, the many scents of the ice cream tickling his senses. She pinches her lips together, her fingernails scratching the top of his head while he suddenly bites and sucks on her sensitive area, until she lets lose a powerful and desperate cry.

“Stop teasing!” She snaps impatiently, her eyes begging for something else.

Zoro smirks, his face coming up to overlook her, his thumb skimming her bottom lip as he grins at her.

“You are the one who started this, silly. And now you want me to rush things?”

As an answer, she impatiently rolls her eyes and catches his wrist to pull it down, directly inside her short. Zoro’s grin grows bigger, such as the bulge underneath his pants. He doesn’t need to check for too long; she’s terribly wet down there. He wishes that he could tease her for hours since she can’t stop playing with his nerves, but Zoro knows that she’s right. He wants her as much she wants him, and there’s no point to waste any more time.

“You gotta have what you’re looking for, silly girl.” He snarls, pushing one finger inside of her warm and damp core, pulling down her shot and her panties with some messy and impatient gestures.

She quivers from her head to her toes, pressing on his wrist to make him continue, bouncing on her legs to get rid of her useless clothes. Zoro has always been that way with her; a dominant and raw animal ready to make her come with strong and heavy gestures, ignoring the many clothes he has already ripped to fuck her properly. Quickly, she manages to help him getting free from his pants as well, his large and hard arousal bumping proudly against his lower abdomen. Zoro breathes loudly, and before she eventually touches his length, he spins her rapidly and plasters her belly against the cool wall, ignoring her surprised gasp and the violence of his gesture. His finger abandons her wet core, immediately replaced by the head of his arousal, his sweating body all pressed against her back.

“Up on your toes.” Zoro commands, his fingers slapping her butt to make her obeys quicker.

When she’s finally ready, he pushes his hips forwards, all of his manhood disappearing in one and hard thrust inside of her. Zoro closes his eyes, his teeth biting her nape, drips of saliva mixed with the sweat of her skin rolling down her spine. With this position, he feels strongly squeezed by her inner walls, and for a moment, he desperately fight the need to cum with a single motion. However, since she gently teases him by arching her back and move her hips with slow rounds, he immediately lectures her impatience by a strong and powerful thrust movement, slamming her body back against the wall. He clenches his fist on her hip, his tongue teasing her earlobe, while he starts to take a steady pace, never letting her the opportunity to catch her breath. He feels his entire body setting on fire, one of his hand cupping her waist so intensely that he’s absolutely certain to leave some marks on her delicate skin. His other hand skirts her abdomen, getting lower to find its place back against her swollen clit, ignoring the long and needy shiver travelling through her entire body.

“You’re so wet…,” Zoro groans with a husky voice, a long breath escaping from his throat to tickle the back of her neck. “You wanted this so much, right?”

She moans loudly to answer him, as his fingers are now circling her sensitive and exposed nub with all his best intensity and movements.

“You’re such an impetuous girl when you want me, and look at you now,” Zoro continues, his fingers increasing their pace as long as his hips. “You can’t even speak…”

“Zoro…,” she begs loudly, her head falling back on his chest.

He grins, feeling the weight on his power, from the top of his thrusting length, to his unbearable fingers torturing her body. She’s under his mercy, unable to move, only there to take what he gives, and suffer from her previous insolence. He loves that kind of session, when she’s nothing but a crying girl, her everlasting little teasing game suddenly forgotten in her uncontrollable and primitive pleasure. He feels that her legs are shaking now that he increases his pace, the room full of lusty noises, his balls and his skin slapping strongly against her body. Drops of sweat lazily roll on her spine, and for a moment, Zoro contemplates her arched back and the way he disappears inside of her, while she takes him so bravely. The sight creates a heatwave in his lower abdomen, and since he’s close to reach his end, too excited by the situation, he immediately presses his fingers hard on her nub, until she cries loudly, her head leaning back on her shoulders, before she presses her forehead against the wall.

“Let it go…” Zoro encourages with his heavy tone, slamming hard his hips to the point that he feels that she could break under his touch.

And then, he feels it. The sweet shiver hitting hard her entire body. She moves erratically her hips to escort his ministrations, unable to contain her pleasure anymore while she growls desperately, sensitive enough to collapse right there on the ground. She’s suddenly nothing but tight, and Zoro can’t help but pinch his lips together, far from having the control on his own pleasure now. He grabs her hips to get a better position, and with a few strong and restless pounds, he eventually reaches his own end, moaning hard against her ears. He rides his orgasm out, letting her getting back on the ground, her body nothing but a pure mess. Remains of ice cream, but also spit and sweat covering her back, her arms and belly. Zoro can’t help but smile, proud of his own creation. He helps her spin on her hips, ignoring the fact that they are both disgusting at the moment, dragging her against his chest. He feels terribly hot, but he doesn’t want to let her go, enjoying her presence while she’s finally tamed. At least for a short moment.

“You stink…” She mumbles against his skin, wriggling her body to escape his grip and catch some fresh air.

Zoro sighs, rolls his eyes, yet, he smiles, and traps her even harder against his torso.

“You don’t smell like a flower as well, you know that, idiot?”

“Argh let me go, Zorooo!” She yells, causing him to burst into a genuine laugh.

“Stop moving like a damn fish, Name! Alright, shower now.”

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creepychippy · 5 years

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Luigi's Mansion 3 - Tickling Drabbles (Part 6)

Luigi/Kruller: Security Check Expect for some small noises like the humming of security cameras, the squeaking of a chair and some pages of a book being flicked through, the room was entirely silent. When Kruller wasn't doing his usual patrolling around the mall, he would be sitting in his office and absentmindely read a book during his break, sometimes even giving a glance towards the green tinted screens, the occasional flicker dividing his attention away from the string of words that the security guard was holding in his hands. Currently, the first beams of sunshine were making their entrance in the morning sky, which meant that most guests of the Last Resort were either having their sips of coffee to properly wake up or going back to the realm of dreams, depending if they were an early bird rubbing the sleep from their eyes, or a night owl believing that sleep is for the weak. As a result because of this, only a handful of tired ghosts were strolling around the shopping centre, most of them making themselves comfortable on some chairs outside the shop and holding small talk with another one of their kind, the casual giggle ringing through the air here and there. Nothing could seem to break this quiet and calm peace...- until out of nowhere a sudden knock on the door pierced the silence, giving the security officer a small shock, since it caught him off-guard. "Come in." The door was opened and a familiar face stepped into Kruller's workplace, holding a plate with a donut and cup that contained what seemed to be freshly made coffee. "Mornin', Kruller. Steward was a lil' bit-a busy, so I thought-a I lend him a hand and-a bring your breakfast to you-a, instead.", announed the green clothed plumber leaning against the doorway, who has decided to expand his vacation with his friends in this hotel a little bit longer, since a peculiar 'incident' interrupted them at the beginning of their visit. "Ah, that's very nice of you. Steward probably appreciates your help, even though he's an workaholic and would rather done it by himself, as I know...him..." Laying his book aside him, Kruller stared at Luigi in a skeptical way - something was off about the plumber today, he just couldn't put his finger on it. That's when the watchman noticed said something, however. The former ghost hunter's speech was kind of slurred, his movements were rather sluggish and executed in a shakingly manner, which could be observed while he was putting down the tableware on the desk, and the most notable point are the big dark circles that had appeared under his eyes. While Kruller might not be the brightest when it comes to a lot of things that were more or less complex, it didn't mean that he wasn't attentive and mindful when specific subjects were being displayed right in front of him, especially those that he had certain past experiences with. "Had a nightmare?" "..." Propping himself against the doorway and using it as a support for his drowsy body, Luigi stopped dead in his tracks, taking a moment to formulate a response in his head, a particular guard waiting patiently and watching him. "...'s nothing, don't-a-worry about it." "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it, not even a little bit? I do not want to pressure you to do anything that you don't want to do, of course, but sometimes it's just...relieving to have someone hear about your thoughts and worries, you know?" "..." Sighing, the green plumber slowly closed the door behind him, taking a chair out of a corner from the room and positioning it in front of the table in such a way so that he could rest his arms on top of it. "Well, you-a-see..." Luigi took his sweet time describing in detail what had happened in his nightmares and what bothered him, although he stammered and mixed his words up quite a lot along the way. Meanwhile, Kruller silently listened to the poor boy's worries, which went from 'King Boo tried to capture everyone again', 'Everyone hated and abandoned me' and finally to 'I even killed my brother in one dream, because I was brainwashed'. At the end, a sympathetic expression has made itself clear on the purple spectra's face, due to some mentioned aspects being fairly relatable and also stirring up some past memories within him. "...I guess you were-a-right, it was kind of-a-relieving to talk about it. I'm-a feelin' better, thanks..." Sure, to any outsider's eye, Luigi's statement could have been taken as nothing but the truth. The years of paying close attention to behaviours and certain cues from people and being watchful in general, however, told the slightly overweight guard that this was not the case at all. There was still this lingering feeling of guilt and melancholia that was emitted by the plumber's eyes, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Letting Luigi leave in such condition was out of the question, no doubt, but what exactly was the best method to cheer up a grieving plumber? Kruller took a second to ponder, making an effort not to take to long to hatch a plan in case the former ghost hunter was getting impatient, which luckily didn't appear to be the case at least. As soon as an idea popped up inside of the watchman's head, he could've sworn that if he was in a cartoon, a light bulb would have certainly flashed above his head. "Hey, uh, Luigi, if you don't mind, how about we play a little game?" "...Why?" "Ah, well, I don't get a lot of company around here in the morning and nothing interesting happens in that time period anyway, so I thought we could kill some time together." The green plumber seemed to be considering the offer, having his head drowsily raised from his arms a bit in a curious manner. Please let this work. "What-a-exactly is this-a-game called?" "Oh, uh, it's called... 'Security Check', right." "And what do I-a-do in this-a-game?" "Well, for starters you have to stand up and spread your arms out in a T-Shape." Standing up, the green hero followed the named steps, albeit doing it somewhat sluggishly, while the taller spectra, who was now floating behind the tired boy, assisted him to some extend. "Okay, what-a-do I do next?" "Laugh." "...Wait wha-hahahahahat?!" Before Luigi could even process what was happening to him, ghostly fingers were already being scribbled into his sides, sending shockwaves throughout his body and making the plumber clamp down his arms out of reflexes. "K-kruhuhuhullehehehahahar, w-w-whahahahahat ahahaharehehe-ahahahaha y-yohohohuhuhuh doho-hahahaha-dohohohoihihihihihihng ahahahahaha?!!" "What does it look like? Performing a security check on you, silly." The redeemed ghost hunter was immediatly torn out of his fatigued state, wobbily pushing against the bigger spectra's wriggling hands but to no avail, his feet weakly pounding against the ground. "Pleheheheheh-hahahahahah-heheheheahahahasehehehehe, nohohohohohahahahahat ahahahahahahaha-hehehehehehehehehehe t-thehehehehehrehehehehehehe!!" "Not there? Got it." Deciding the sides were becoming a repetitive place to drill his fingers into, Kruller instead went on to work on the fidgeting plumber's ribs, gaining him now a more high pitched chuckling instead of giggling. "Ahahahhaha-AHAHAHA K-KRUHUHUHLLAHAHAHA W-WHAHAHAHAHIHIHIT, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Sir, please stop squirming so much. I have to ensure the safety of every citizen around here, after all.~" "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA S-STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" A giddy Luigi attempted to flee from the mischievous spectra's grasp, but was instantly restrained by one arm and punished by the other hand who had snaked his way into his armpit and was currently spidering said area, causing the poor boy to blush in a deeper shade of red. "Ah, ah, ah.~ Has no one ever taught you to not disrespect the law? Since you dared to resist an officer's instructions, I now have to take proper action to ensure no further resistance.~" "W-WHAHAHAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIHIHIT-AHAHAHAHAHAHA; I-IHIHIHIHI AHAHAHAHM S-SOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHARRYHIHIHIHIHI!!!!" "Tell it to the judge." "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Realizing that escape was futile, the writhing ghost hunter let himself lean into the spectra's body which in turn promptly earned him squeezing against his belly and light scratching against his neck, making him shriek and wheeze with bubbled up laughter even more. "EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA N-N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" "I'm sorry sir, but depending on your actions you have to suffer the consequences for it.~" "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE S-S-STOHOHOHOHOHOHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" After switching from spidering against his neck, squeezing against his sides, scribbling away his ribs and basically tickling every tiniest laughter out of the plumber, Kruller noticed the tears that had formed in Luigi's eyes, prompting him to seize all attacks, giving the blushy and shivering mess of a plumber finally a chance to catch his breath. "Ah, uh, I...I didn't overdo it now, did I...?" Having eventually revovered to a degree that he was able to talk again, the green ghost hunter who had still a hint of red in his face quietly gazed at the worried ghost before finally answering. "Hey, Kruller. You said-a-this was-a-game, right?" "U-uh, yeah, I did...Why?" "Well, that would-a-theoratically mean that the roles of-a-the players can be switched up, right?" The ghost of the security guard, who was backing up into a wall behind him, didn't like where this was going, especially that playful glare and smirk that the plumber was giving him. "I-ah u-uh, I t-think I've got t-t-to go!" "Before you do-a-that, I still have-a-one question to ask-a-you." "...Y-y-yes?" Luigi was now standing in front of a very flustered Kruller, his blue eyes piercing the spectra's very being and his fingers wriggling teasingly towards him. "Are-a-ghosts ticklish?" Ah, well. At least Kruller was able to cheer Luigi up.

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voidtrapblog · 4 years

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I laugh watching Papyrus be taken to the ground by the overzealous skele-dragons. Looking up at Sans I smile, "I'm fine, snow joke." I reach up taking his hand a little warily, hoping to not feel that slimey sensation again.

heheheheheheh, that’s good to hear, just know i won’t give ya the cold shoulder if ya need help

*Thankfully, there’s no slime this time, just warm, smooth bone. Sans helps you back on your feet before turning back to a still laughing Papyrus*

hey bro, you doing good over there?

S-SANS DON’T-HEHEHEHEHEHEH-D-DON’T STAND THERE! H-HELP-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!

*The blasters were absolutely relentless in their affection getting ways. Sans chuckled at the scene for a little bit longer before raising his hand and putting two fingers on his mouth*

FWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

*A loud piercing whistle comes out (But he doesn’t have lips????) and the two blasters perk up before bounding over to Sans... Leaving behind Papyrus in the snow to catch his breath.

They both sit in front of Sans on full alert, watching his every move... However, you can still see the little tips of their tails wagging rapidly*

#Void Trap #Trap!Sans #Trap!Papyrus #isn't-that-something

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curled-up-blushing · 6 years

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Just Ask!

SEQUEL TO THIS:

https://curled-up-blushing.tumblr.com/post/182119669920/light-as-cotton-candy

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC: okie let’s go

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Connor had a thing.

Well, that's stupid. Connor had a lot of things. A cynically sweet sister, a cotton candy machine, and a boyfriend from a parallel universe. And let’s not forget about 15 different pins for his pink hoodie. But...

This was different.

Connor liked being tickled. Maybe it was a kink, but it wasn't really sexual. He just liked to laugh. Something about when his boyfriend would pin him down and dig his fingers into his sides, trace the name of his neck, and just wreck him with loving tickles was so endearing, he just couldn't get enough of it.

Ever since he'd told Evan about his little... thing... he was pleasantly surprised to find out how understanding and sweet Evan was. To be granted, Evan was always a sweetheart. Whether he'd like to admit it or not. Maybe he had a punk exterior but deep down he was truly a hopeless romantic, even if he didn't show it.

Regardless, Evan was really nice about it. Connor was getting tickled almost every day. And honestly, Connor was sure getting used to it. Although, as much as Connor adored tickles, and believe me, he did. There was just one slight fault that kept Connor from his ticklish paradise.

Connor didn't know how to ask for tickles.

Now that he was getting tickled more often, he was craving them even more. But he was too flustered to ask for it. How did they do it on Tumblr? As far as he'd seen everyone else had the same problem.

So what to do? He opted to hinting relentlessly. Basically, that meant reaching for everything on the top shelf, resting with arms behind his head, no socks, wearing crop tops, etc. It was honestly kind of tiring.

Today was a day like usual. It was a Sunday, Connor was over at Evan's because Heidi was out for the weekend. He had convinced Evan to let him do his nails, and therefore with his freshly painted black, Evan was very cautiously typing on his phone.

Connor had this feeling. That same bubbly tingling in his stomach that he felt every day. He was in a real lee mood right now. This was an intense one too. He couldn't stop blushing and smiling at everything, he was in a constant state of giggles, and oh boy was he sensitive. that always happened with his lee moods, and the only way to help him was to be absolutely wrecked with tickles.

He was wearing a light lavender purple cropped tank top and some flowered flowy shorts. Currently, he sat crisscrossed on the floor in front of Evan, trying to brainstorm ways to get Evan to give him tickles. Now he was definitely regretting the manicure he gave Evan. How was he gonna do it now? Ugh...

"Connie?"

Connor woke from his daze with a start, looking to Evan. "Y-Yeah Evie?" Welp. There was the stutter. Guess he'll die.

"You seem a bit on edge baby, something bothering you?" Evan asked. He'd most definitely noticed how fidgety and antsy his boyfriend was.

Connor blushed furiously. "Nope! Everything's good! Cotton candy and rainbows!" He rambled nervously.

Evan smiled in amusement. "Heh. Is that so?"

"Mhmm!" he answered. A bit too quickly he might add.

"Well okay then..." Evan seemingly passed it off.

But then, oh God he did something infuriating.

Connor didn't notice it at first. He noticed Vena was making a strange gesture with his hand. But all of a sudden he saw it and when he realized he froze.

Evan curled his fingers and clawed them as if he was...

Like he was giving little...

Ghost tickles...

Dear god. Connor felt his face slowly heating up. This was NOT happening.

"W-What... are you doing?" Connor asked shakily. He swore he saw Evan bite back a smile.

"Just drying out my nails a bit faster. I think they're done now," Evan said passively.

"That's... good," Connor breathed out as Evan scooted closer.

Connor held back a huge yelp as he felt a strong hand slink its way around his tiny waist. He let out a squeak. Why, why, why, why?

"You good, Cupcake?" Evan asked. Connor turned red at the nickname. Dear God...

"Mhm," Connor yipped, not taking his eyes off of the hand at his side.

He couldn't take it. Now was a good time as any, right?

Connor stretched his arms above his head, then wrapped them around Evan's neck. He rested his head upon his strong shoulder, making sure his neck was exposed and vulnerable.

Nothing. What!!? How obvious did he have to make it?

Connor let out a silent whine.

"You know you can just ask, right?"

Connor's eyes widened. Oh my God. "W-What?"

Evan chuckled. "I mean, you're not exactly being sneaky about it."

Connor pushed away from Evan, crossing his arms around his midsection. "I d-don't know what you're talking about..."

"You've been doing it every day," Evan grinned. "Don't think I haven't noticed. Fewer layers, reaching for high things on the shelf, the stretching. Maybe its just to tease me but..."

Connor almost squealed in embarrassment. "I mean... kinda," Connor mumbled.

He was met with three fingers wiggling against his tummy.

"Eek!" Connor squealed, dancing away. "Evan! Dohon't!"

Evan snorted. He knew he didn't really mean it. "Don"t what?"

"Chtcsk... nothing!" He blushed furiously.

"Tickles?”

"Aiyayayayayay! Don't say that, don't say it!" Connor shrieked, squirming, bouncing in place, shaking his head black and forth. Thanks to his stupid lee mood, everything Evan said was made a million times worse.

"What...? Tickle?"

"Mmmmmm I told you not to!" He pouted, red face and hiding his face in his hands.

Evan smirked. "Seriously. Just ask."

Connor lowered his head so his hair covered his face. "Mmmmm!"

"You're really gonna make me do this?"

In a second, Connor was pinned down on his back. Evan wasn't holding him down or anything but Connor wasn't struggling so...

"I'm giving you one last chance," Evan offered. Connor stubbornly shook his head. "Fine, " Evan shrugged. "Your funeral."

Then Conor felt it. Jesus Christ, this was the end, goodbye world oh god.

Evan had his hand on Connor's exposed belly, and he was clawing it, but not enough to really do anything. And it was driving Connor up the wall.

"M...Mmph!" Connor whines and struggled, though not making a move to escape. He grunted in frustration and embarrassment. It tickled... but not enough. This was too much.

"Well..?"

"E-E-Ehehehevan! Plehehease!" Connor giggled. "W-W-W..."

"Please what?" Evan smirked. "Say it..." he hummed, dragging a light finger down Connor's side. He shivered into oblivion.

"C-C-Can I... Can I h-have t-t-t-t..." he couldn't say it.

"C'mon cupcake..." Evan smiled, clawing at his tummy.

"EEK! T-Tickles! Can I have tickles!!" Connor exclaimed, flustered beyond imagination.

Evan chuckled. "As you wish."

Connor suddenly felt overloaded with tickles as Evan dig into his stomach.

"EII! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVEHAHAHAN!! EEK!" Connor squeaked. Finally.

"See? All you had to do was ask!" Evan grinned smugly. He slowed his tickling to fluttering his fingertips delicately across his skin. "Where to next?"

"Ihihihihihihi gehehehehehet tohohohoh choohohohose?" Connor giggled.

"Did I stutter?" Evan smirked. "You're taking too long," He spidered Up Connor's sides, warning a yip and hard laughter.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY!! UHUHUHUHUMDEHEHER AHAHAHARMS!" Connor shrieked. It was one of his worst spots and he loved it.

"Alright, if you insist..." he hummed shoving his fingers under Connor's arms and wiggling them around. Immediately Connor slammed his arms down, well aware that he'd trapped the torturous digits under as they dig into his pits. He loved it.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! EIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!" Connor laughed joyously. He felt himself start to tear up.

“Here’s a fun game. Keep your hands up for as long as possible. Then I’ll go easier on you,” Evan offered.

“Buhuhuhut whahahahats thehehehe fuhuhuhun Ihihihihihihin thahahat?” Connor giggled as he raised his arms slowly.

Evan rolled his eyes and began his torture. He started with a single fingertip and lightly wiggles it in the hollow of Connor’s underarm. He didn’t expect a shrill yelp as Connor burst into loud laughter. “Geez. If one finger gets you booming, let’s see what happens with all five...”

Connor felt like he’d been electrocuted.

Immediately he shot his arms down and presumed with cheerful belly laughter.

“AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAVAHAHAHAAN!! IHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!”

Evan ignored the plea, dogging one hand under the arm and used the other to scratch along Connors neck.

“SKY! SKYHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI!”

Evan quickly pulled back, recognizing the safe word. Connor lay there, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air. His lips were stuck in a wide smile. “Thahahahat... I liked that...”

Evan smiled lovingly. “Yeah. You should ask more often.”

“I might, Evie. I think I just might.”

#deh tickle #ticklish!Connor

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