#hyper ticklish

[mayisgoingnuts]

Three seconds to find out who is who /silly

characters who are super ticklish, who flinch and giggle at the slightest touch, who can hardly handle a simple poke to the side vs. characters who are hardly ticklish, who need a drink in them to let loose enough to actually laugh, who only have a few secret spots the can get them ... also the two are dating and the super ticklish one always whines how unfair it is and the not-so-ticklish one gets the smug look wiped off their face when their partner finds that super bad spot!!!!!!!

[simpxxstan]

svt + nerdy y/n!!

a/n: this is absolutely self-indulgent. i'm sorry if i'm writing slower than usual, i'm trying to get back on track!

sfw content. gender neutral reader and established relationship.

very mildly suggestive (pg13 audience only!). nerd here refers to anyone with academic interests or a general high level of interest in uncommon/niche topics. i've tried to make the concept of nerd as inclusive as possible.

seungcheol

not a nerd himself but will encourage you 100% to be a nerd- buys you new pair of glasses when your eyesight worsens, new documentary CDs and even membership of a hundred foreign journals.

defo has a sapiosexuality kink- you can guess how attracted he is to your intelligence. but he's the smarter one on the streets, so he'll take care of you in every way possible while you stay in your little geeky bubble.

it's always baby let me recharge your phone bill for you; baby please eat your meals on time; baby you can't stop drinking water because of exam stress; baby if you're pulling an all-nighter, call me over, i don't want you to stay up all night alone.

jeonghan

loving jeonghan involves so much cuddling and lazy time when you both just lie under the blankets, his head is on your stomach and your fingers in his hair. it's at these moments that he encourages you to read out for him and he hums along whenever you pause to check if he's fallen asleep.

but jeonghan draws the line sometimes. he is supportive- but only when you're not trading off your time with him for the sake of peering into books.

you can sit with me and solve bivariate normal distributions or whatever you have to do, he whines into your ear. but you keep tickling me and i mess up the calculations! he laughs at this, i can't help it if you're just so ticklish, baby.

joshua

three years ago, joshua would've laughed if someone told him he would be more interested in the latest discoveries of astrophysics than in who's winning the la liga matches. but here he is- successfully converted into a nerd entirely because of your influence.

joshua was ridiculously easy to convert. all it had taken was the shiny, lovesick look in your eyes when you'd ask him if he wanted to watch a documentary on alternate universe theories with you, and he'd said yes in a heartbeat. and then it had just been a spiral into the metaphorical black hole. and he does NOT regret it, as long as he gets to spend time with you.

josh is this getting too boring? you'd quietly ask after an hour of the documentary, guilty for being too absorbed in it to even look at your boyfriend and see how he's faring. but joshua is melting at your concern, so even if it was a little bit boring, he'll reassure you sweetly, not at all baby! this is so new and interesting!!

jun

yes he may be from china, but clearly you know more about his own roots than he does! whenever you're watching news, jun loves it when you fill him up on some quirky background info that he didn't know about, but adds so much value to the context of the news.

in awe of your academic capabilities and keeps bragging about you to everyone. feels so proud when he can contribute to something you're passionate about too. he CANNOT fathom why someone as nerdy and intellectual as you should want to be with him.

junie, you're so smart! you praise him after he reports a profit he's making on a stocks investment. he shyly giggles, not like you, baby. you shake your head, i may be book smart. but you're street-smart!

soonyoung

hyper and calm partners!!!! he used to get annoyed with how you would pore into your books all day and how focused you were on your studies, but now he sees the charm in it all. it makes you happy, and in turn, he gets to wrap himself around you and be as clingy as he likes.

he really tries to follow with your nerdiness, his enthusiasm is there he swears! it's just not his fault that his attention span is so low and he ends up staring at your lips more than actually listening to you.

baby are you even listening? you ask, pouting. it drive him even more insane and he ends up giving in to his instincts and kissing you. yes baby! i heard everything!

wonwoo

WILL BE GEEKY WITH YOU! i imagine the two of you sitting next to each other at a table, him focused on his games and you're focused on your studies, your feet in his lap, and you're both sharing the same cup of coffee.

he loves collecting pretty little diaries for you, because he knows you write little poems and trivia in those diaries. whenever he's out on tour, he's bringing a locally-made diary for you, and if possible, he customises it with your name imprinted on it too.

wonwoo, there's a new adaptation of pygmalion getting shown in the theatre! do you want to go watch? i want to take notes from this adaptation and write about it on my blog... you need not even explain so much, wonwoo bought the tickets already when you began to talk about it.

jihoon

feels so giddy when he comes home from work and the first thing you do (in between his kiss attacks) is tell him a new fact you learnt today in whatever is your latest obsession.

jihoon loves his personal space, so when he's found you who's equally fond of your personal space and interests, it's literally a match made in heaven. they say it'll put distance between the two of you, but it really does quite the opposite!

jihoonie, can you help me learn this table? maybe ask me randomly and i'll try to answer. jihoon wants to tell the table to self-destruct from the entire world because you're near to tears trying to mug it up. but he doesn't. instead he says, love, how about i make a song for you which simplifies this? like a mnemonic but nicer.

seokmin

man was too desperate to get out of school to understand why you choose to be a nerd. but it's hella cute, so he doesn't need to understand. he's obsessed with your quirky habits- the way you bite your lips when you're finding a topic difficult, the way your glasses slip down your nose and you irritatedly push it up again, the way you crave the hot chocolate he makes when you're under exam stress.

admires your smartness so much! WILL brag about it to everyone he meets. WILL bring up the fact you told him yesterday, in today's conversation with his members just to show off your smartness.

posts stories about you being so cute while working hard for your exams but it's just you with oiled hair, acne breaking out like hellfire, and cramming notes at breakneck speed (you don't talk to him for an hour after this, but he doesn't get why you're so embarrassed, he only sees cuteness.)

mingyu

another one who WILL be nerdy with you. mingyu's always been a curious boy- even as a child, he would be drawn into new ideas easily. nothing is different now, and mingyu sits with you often when you're studying, his hands often wandering to your shoulders to massage them, and bringing you a regular supply of ramen and snacks.

you have a habit of repeating to yourself what you read, so mingyu steps in and asks you to talk to him and explain the topics to him as if you're teaching him. safe to say, he gets VERY turned on after such mock 'teaching' lessons and eventually loses focus on what you're saying.

gyu do you remember that paper i wrote last month? yeah, it got selected for a journal. you say it so nonchalantly that any other person would think you're showing off. but mingyu knows how much it means to you, and you're only downplaying it because you think mingyu won't think it to be a big deal, as most academic snobs tend to do. but lucky for you, mingyu knows exactly how precious an achievement it is to you, so he shows his appreciation to you instead of merely saying it (by showering you with kisses that make you tingle all over).

minghao

OH oh. will listen to your rants with the sweetest subtle smile on his face. will buy encyclopedias and reference books for your mini library. will take you to speaker sessions, workshops and other such informative events across the city, even places you've no idea about.

the most ardent supporter you could have asked for, he is in awe of your mental capabilities and your intelligence. you both have a lot of quality time where you're just sitting together and doing your things, but minghao values it like no other activity in the world.

hao? there's a new parcel at the door. you call him when a delivery arrives and he's at work. open it. he may not be around to see your reaction, but he can sure imagine the grin that's bursting out on your face when you squeal his name into the phone on seeing the hardcover special edition version of your favourite collection of essays.

seungkwan

lots of wide-eyed wondering at why you would want to stay rooted at a spot and read books over playing badminton with him. he wants to complain that you've chosen your academics over him, but that'd be a lie, so he can only half-heartedly whine about it.

comes around to your point of view as soon as you start showing him documentaries (on animals living in the Himalayas, as per your latest obsession). it begins with him finding the animals cute, to eventually finding you cute when you animatedly talk about them. and once he's totally converted, it's fairly easy for you to convince him to help you with exams.

expect eye rolls, smug smiles and hair being brushed back nonchalantly when the questions he had asked last night from your texts actually matched with the ones asked in the exam. i told you, baby, he whispers in your ear. now i want my reward, you've been drowned in books for way too long and not paying any attention to your boyfriend.

vernon

it was a surprise to him as well when he realised he's got a massive sapiosexuality kink. as someone who's run as far away from the education system as he could, he doesn't even know why he finds it so attractive when you're being nerdy. but, well, he does.

he loves hearing you talk about whatever it is that you're learning lately, and sometimes something or the other catches his attention. and then, you know he'll dive right deep into it to know all about it, until his curiosity is satisfied.

nonie, what's the video you sent me? you ask him when you return home from uni. i wondered if you've watched this one. it explains the theories of why the harappan civilization disappeared so well. you can only smile at his enthusiasm, i bet you've been looking at conspiracy theories again, nonie. the guilty grin on his face says it all.

chan

chan listens so well, but you can't really blame him if he doesn't retain the information. he's elated simply to have you wrapped in his arms as you talk about what happened in your classes today, and his nose in the crook of your neck so he can smell your lovely scent. intermittently nods his head (just wants to rub his nose on the soft skin of your neck) and hums in agreement of what you just said (suppressing moans when he can feel your heartbeat quicken when he presses kisses to your neck too).

it doesn't matter what your new niche is, but he's indulging it. he admires your ability to stay focused in a field as demanding as academia, and he's all for you to go ahead with your interests and education as long as you want to learn.

you wake up to post-its on your forehead every day when chan has had to leave early for work: get out of the house and get fresh air. shampoo hair today, interview tomorrow. practice the introduction speech again. drink water and take vitamins. STOP DRINKING COFFEE. and you giggle at each of them, because they're all things you've tried to remember for yourself and forgotten, so chan reminds you like this, but his cute handwriting and the little XOXOXOs he's drawn all over make your heart melt.

[chadobi]

Can I have some hcs of rise boys discovering that S/o is ticklish? Just need some fluff in my life 🥲

listen i totally understand you so don’t worry! There is yours fluff 🫶🏻

Leonardo

• Leo finds out during one of your classic sparring matches—he loves “friendly competition,” which is really just his excuse to flirt with you while showing off.

• Mid-move, he grabs your side to spin you around, and you let out the most undignified squeak.

• He freezes mid-motion, blinking. Then slowly, a grin starts to spread across his face.

“…Was that a giggle?”

• You try to play it off, but he’s already circling you like a smug predator.

“Oh-ho, what’s this? Weakness detected?”

• You threaten him, warn him, beg him not to but he lunges anyway, fingers flying. “This is for all the times you beat me in Mario Kart!”

• You end up breathless and flopped across the mat, and he flops down beside you, chuckling.

“Alright, truce. But just know—you’re never safe again.”

RAPHAEL

• Raph is the gentlest of the brothers when it comes to physical affection, and he always holds you like he’s afraid to hurt you.

• One day while he’s hugging you from behind, his hand brushes your side and you flinch with a muffled laugh.

• He pulls back immediately. “Whoa—did I hurt you?”

• “No! No, I’m just…ticklish.”

• He looks stunned. Then he starts to smirk. Slowly.

“…That so?”

• You shake your head. “No. You didn’t hear anything.”

• But he’s already advancing, holding up his hands.

“Nah-uh. I definitely heard something. C’mere…”

• He doesn’t go all-out—just a few gentle squeezes to your sides, enough to make you giggle. He’s laughing too, face flushed redder than usual.

• “You’re way too cute when you laugh like that,” he mumbles, pulling you back into a warm cuddle to hide his own flustered smile.

DONATELLO

• Donnie is hyper-aware of your physical responses to everything, so he notices instantly when you jolt after he brushes your side reaching for something.

• He pauses, calculating.

“Hmm. That reaction suggests… ticklishness. Intriguing.”

• You try to dodge the conversation, but he immediately opens a note on his T-phone.

“Subject: S/O. Observation #42: hypersensitivity at lateral abdomen. Application: recreational. Hypothesis: further testing required.”

• You groan. “Don, don’t you dare.”

• “Oh I dare.”

• But when he does try again, it’s with exaggerated care, and he watches you like he’s analyzing data in real-time.

• “Fascinating. You’re squirming. Laughing. Blushing… Adorable.”

“Scientific conclusion: I like making you laugh.”

MICHAELANGELO

• Mikey learns your secret the most dramatically.

• You’re sitting on the couch, and he flops into your lap out of nowhere, startling you. His head hits your side and you snort.

• He shoots up like a meerkat.

“WAIT A SECOND—was that a tickle laugh?! Don’t you dare lie to me!”

• You try to run. Big mistake.

• “OH IT’S ON NOW!”

Mikey chases you through the lair like you stole his pizza.

• When he finally tackles you onto the beanbags, it’s a full tickle war, complete with fake crying and dramatic pleading (from both sides).

• “Mikey—please!”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of JUSTICE!”

• Eventually, you’re gasping for air and he’s lying on your chest, giggling just as hard.

“Okay okay, truce. But babe, your laugh? Literal music. I’m gonna make it my ringtone.”

[krosiefics]

thigh kisses • bang chan

Wc: 391

Summary: it’s really just bangchan kissing readers thighs which makes her giggle. (lwk tickle fight at the end) it’s really just a small drabble

Tags: FLUFF!!!, established relationship, thigh insecurity, reader isn’t too insecure of her thighs but when chan points them out she starts to be a bit, afab!reader (though no mention of gender, just how i see her)

“I like your thighs.”

You whip your head around at your boyfriend who had his head in your lap. You ended up in this position after binging the Harry Potter series, you were on the third movie when Chan got uncomfortable and switched positions.

“What?!” You squint your eyes at him, he simply shrugs leaving a small kiss on your thigh, right above your knee. “Why though? I mean… they’re chubby and big, why would you even like them?” You frown suddenly hyper aware of your thighs, you weren’t really that insecure about your thighs, but whenever you wore shorts you could see how much they’d spread on seats when you’d sit down which sometimes made you feel bad.

“First of all, your thighs are sexy and second they’re so soft and plump, I like them like that.” Chan turns his head to look up at you. He smiled at the pout you wore, he suddenly tilted his head down again planting kisses along your lower-thigh.

The feeling of his lips on your thighs causes you to giggle. You didn’t know why it tickled, it just did. Chan noticed your giggle fit and decided to tease you even more. “You’re ticklish.” He says with a grin before kissing your legs feverishly. “Stop!” You say between giggles. You squirm as he holds your hips down with his hands. Chan lifts the shirt that you’re wearing up, the shirt is his so it’s a bit too big for you making it fall mid-thigh. Chan lifted it up revealing your shorts underneath. He peppers kisses along your legs as his hands begin to tickle your sides where he’s holding.

“Chris!” You call out his name, tears forming in your eyes from laughing so much. Chan looks up at you with a big smile. You suddenly push him off of your legs, crossing your arms over giving him an ‘upset’ pout. His smile fades thinking that he upset you in some way. Suddenly, you push him back onto the couch, your hands digging into his sides as you tickle him the same way. Chan attempts to not burst out into laughter, his face turning red and his eyes tearing up. In the end he ended up laughing, making grabby hands to your body again in order to tickle you.

God you really love this man.

[depravitycentral]

Inspired by my impending period (and scouring through the yan overhaul tag and finding this lovely piece by @after-witch), basically just a short, non-comprehensive yan Overhaul blurb when you’re on your period but I staunchly believe he's Weird About It in a pathetic sexually-repressed way

Tw: dub-con fingering, m masturbation, recording, kind of infantilization, minor mention of forcing you to finish your food

Thinking about Overhaul who is not the biggest fan of your menstruations. He doesn’t find you repulsive – far from it – but there’s still the fear of germs. He’s still hesitant about the dirtiness of it all, the messiness, the fact that you can’t control it. It’s a constant war in his head, each side of him wanting to simultaneously comfort you through the pain and your obvious embarrassment while the other side recoils and urges him to wrap you in disinfectant-imbued absorbent pads.

And he prepares very well for your periods – he’s got a few sets of antimicrobial sheets dedicated to your time of the month, the crisp white stretched taught over three layers of absorbant bed protectors. He’s got a set of extra absorbant panties with a wax coating in the material to minimize leakage, all in that same soft, off-white color Kai always prefers you in.

(Buying the panties had been a decision purely motivated by his worry for the mess you’d inevitably create, but the first time he sees you in them he has to suck in his breath, pupils dilating and his pulse quickening because fuck, how can you still look so enticing with clinical, full-coverage underwear?)

He’ll force you to wear special clothing during it, too – nightgowns that leave you skin feeling simultaneously ticklish and unbearably soft, the material of such high quality that you’re terrified you’ll somehow stain it. He’ll have you lather yourself in a special selection of ointments and exfoliants in the shower, claiming that your body needs exposure to more vitamins and quality supplements to account for everything you’re losing. He’s insisting that your portion sizes get slightly bigger even when you refuse to finish your plate.

(Something he won’t stand for: you’ll finish, or someone will pay – you’ll have a front row seat as he slips off his glove, and even afterwards you’re still expected to finish that last bite of mushy, flavorless ‘food’.)

You’re getting more protein on these days, too, his paranoia eating away at him because he needs to make sure you’re healthy and that you don’t develop any sort of deficiencies or illnesses or anything else that could snatch you away from him.

Anything that could cause you to abandon him.

But really, while his hyper-controlling behavior and the constant scrutiny and micromanaging of your every move is heightened on your period, arguably the worst time is the leadup to the first little drop of blood. Of course it’s never really a surprise when you’re due because he keeps anally strict records and documentation of your cycles – tracking each phase and making sure that everything is uniform, consistent, healthy.

(And yes, that includes tracking your ovulation phase as well – he still can’t quite muster up the courage to fuck you, his own insecurities and fears barring him each time his hand hovers over his zipper, each time the pretty pout of your lips and the lull of your voice leave him hard enough to hurt. He’s still tracking it, though, the start and end dates marked with a big red check mark on his personal colander, the sight making him adjust his tie in the mirror, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he takes in his appearance.

Maybe he should leave his tie just slightly askew – women like the casual, effortless look, right? Maybe it’d make him seem less stoic, less alien, less intimidating – maybe you’d even fix it for him, reaching out with hesitant hands, asking in that pretty voice of yours for him to let you fix it, the feeling of your fingertips through the layers of his clothing enough to get precum staining his boxers. He’ll swallow and leave the tie slightly off-center, throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves for good measure. He’ll run a hand through his hair as he knocks on your door, already anticipating and hoping for even the slightest sign that you notice.

Perhaps your ovulation will leave you more recipient to the way he awkwardly settles at the edge of your bed beside you, his thigh just barely brushing against yours, your breaths close enough that he can hear. Hopefully you will be, because when he spends an hour that night with his cock in hand, embarrassment and shame creeping up his spine at how he's unable to stop thinking about how horny you must be, it would be much easier to imagine you'd at least be willing to let him help you. He wants to help you.)

He's tracking everything, and so he knows exactly when your period is due - but the human body is fickle, and so he relies on a system to ensure you've actually begun bleeding each month. It's clinical, more than anything - he'll ask you to follow him to the room with the gynecologist's chair, the kind with cold metal that bites into your skin. You'll settle in, legs spread and pretty cunt on display, Kai's gaze never wavering from the sight as he rolls on an additional layer of surgical gloves.

He'll maneuver the rolling seat up to the space between your spread legs, his voice monotonous as he asks you whether cramps have started, whether you've noticed anything unusual, whether you're yet experiencing that occasional bout of horniness that accompanies the first few days.

It's hard to answer with a straight voice as cold, latex-covered fingers prod at you, two thumbs spreading apart your labia to peer at your clenching hole, a single finger even running over your clit to test your sensitivity.

(Blink and you'll miss the way Kai tenses at the noise you make, his jaw clenching and his sharp inhale - he won't comment on it, but tonight it'll be on repeat in his head, your small oh mentally punctuating each of his strokes.)

He's silent once the touching begins, partially out of distrust for his own voice and concentration, and you won't bother to fill in the silence. You're completely dry each time, and after he spends a few moments poking and prodding to look for any signs of swelling or abnormalities, he'll pull back for a few moments.

It's short lived, and as he squeezes a bit of antimicrobial lube onto his pointer finger, you'll only shudder. He'll shudder too, for an entirely different reason, as he slowly pushes a single finger in, taking care to go slow.

(He feels a bit pathetic for being so attentive and slow with the 'exam', but he can't shake the feeling of wanting each and every sexual encounter between the two of you - he counts this as such - to be a positive experience. He wants you to associate him with treating you well, with taking the proper precautions for your comfort. Because ultimately, when he finally works up the courage to replace his fingers with his cock, he wants you to be receptive. He needs you to be receptive.)

It's still silent, and as he pushes all the way to the hilt, he'll curl his fingers slightly. He's moving them slowly and methodically, pressing his gloved fingertips against every inch of your walls, the sensation making you bite your lip.

And Kai's watching you - his gaze flicks between your face and his fingers, wanting to bask in the sight of you but also fixated on the sight of his fingers inside you. All the while he's trying to memorize the exact pressure of how you squeeze him, your natural curvature, committing everything to memory because it'll make his fantasies tonight that much better, that much more real, that much more preparative for when he finally, finally has you underneath him, staring up at him and begging for more, please Kai please...

After some thirty seconds he'll pull back, the wet noise of the lube making you cringe and him shiver, and he'll carefully examine the latex for any signs of blood.

If there's no visible blood, he's quick to discard the glove, immediately washing his hands in triplicate at the nearby sink, his voice finally cutting through the oppressive silence in the room. Everything checks out, he'll say, go shower. I'll have dinner delivered in an hour or so.

He'll pause, turning off the sink, but not turning around to face you. I'll be joining you this evening.

There's no question in his voice, no desire for your permission, only a vague sense of resoluteness that makes your heart sink.

Okay, Kai. The sound of his name rolling off your tongue makes his eyes flutter closed, and he only turns around once he's fully in control. The sight of you still spread in the chair catches his gaze, the beat of silence as he openly stares at your cunt nearly impossible to catch, but nonetheless present.

He swallows. I trust you remember where the shower is in this examination room?

He matches your nod with one of his own, before slipping past the steel door. Once it's shut behind him, he sighs, flexing his hand that had been, just moments prior, inside you. He stares at his finger for a moment, still gloved and protected, before slowly exhaling and returning back to his office, the footage from the examination bathroom already live on the screen as he waits for you to disrobe and follow his instructions.

You, meanwhile, will be left to bite your lip and try to forget the feeling of his finger inside you and the obvious bulge in his slacks.

And as the warm water runs down your back, you'll content yourself with the knowledge that at least the specula remains untouched on the bedside table.

For now.

(TLDR Kai uses checking for your period as practice for fingering you, and yes it's just as unsexy and weird as it sounds. And the longer it goes on, the more likely he is to record it - to record you, really, and the sight of his fingers sinking into you.)

[solesourced]

Size 16 feet on this one tickle boy - his massive soles are hyper ticklish, and he desperately wants to submit 😈

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[ramblinscramblin]

your headcanons were great, may i rq general cuddling headcanons? if you don't want to do all of them then just medic, scout and sniper pls :3

→Cuddling Headcanons

Genre: tooth rotting fluff

Characters: Medic, Scout, Sniper + Demoman and Engie

EEEKK! I love this so so much! I will likely revisit this and add some more of the mercs in the future, I just have so many requests right now and I want to keep working through them so for now it will just be there three. Let’s goooo!

Scout

Scout is super restless as we know, so you have to get okay with the idea of changing postions a lot.

Loves to cuddle though, clings onto you like a life line. Likes to lay directly on top of you, kind of curled around your body.

Kiss him a lot during cuddling, he blushes and melts every time.

If he senses you getting annoyed/upset with the amount he moves he will hold his breath to try and stay as still as possible. Doesn’t usually last long though.

Chatty, like normal, you guys cuddle while ranting about your days.

Secretly prefers being the small spoon.

Sniper

Sniper likewise, clings to you like his life depends on it. Every time you readjust he asks if you’re getting up, even if he was just dead asleep.

Light sleeper, anything and everything wakes him up. Too loud? He’s awake. Too quiet? He’s awake then too.

Sort of likes his personal space, so cuddling is rare which honestly makes it even more rewarding.

Sleepy kisses on your temple/shoulders, he likes to run his fingers up and down your arm.

Medic

Medic is very into cuddling, it is necessary for you to be within arms reach for him to sleep.

Will complain and whine if you’re not around for him when he wants to go to sleep.

Medic prefers to cuddle with the two of you facing each other, arms wrapped around the others back. Hand running up and down your spine and neck.

If you’re ticklish he is hyper aware of that, and will absolutely use it against you.

Generally very playful while cuddling, likes kissing your neck just as you finally starting dozing off. He’s annoying I love him.

Demoman

He’s also pretty restless too, to be honest, unless he’s drunk, then he’s out like a light.

Likes to cuddle on the couch with you, the closer the better!

He wants to live inside your rib cage secretly, doesn’t want to be apart from you. Cuddling is the closest he can get.

If you choose to show your hair/have hair he loves to play with it! Tender stuff like that is his specialty, will melt if you do the same.

Deep sleeper, you don’t ever have to worry about waking him up.

Engineer

Oh my god he’s so comfortable to lay on I just know it.

Likes to be the big spoon, but will cuddle however you want.

Sleeps like a rock, once he gets into a comfortable position he won’t budge at all.

I have a headcanon that he is a sleep talker, do with that information what you will.

Likes to scratch your back lightly while the two of you are cuddling, especially while you tell him about your day. Give him that domestic nonsense right now.

In truth, I wrote demo and Engie totally on accident. Forgot the characters you asked for almost immediately and went totally rouge, but I hope you enjoyed anyways haha!

[desb3ar]

ANYWAY.

Goofy Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

i love making silly shit with him (and making him depressed asf lol)

Rarely, Miguel will have the WORST joke known to man. Gag is, the reaction TO his bad joke is the funniest part to him. he’d say some lame shit like “what do you call a can opener that don’t work? a can’t opener.”

If he EVER were to laugh hard enough, let alone laugh at all… Snorts and wheezes would be expected. Then he gets embarrassed cuz Mr. “im s’pose to be the big strong leader” gets caught sounding like a piggy. (Ha. Piguel O’Malley ref.)

When he’s focused on machine work, trying to figure out something on the fly, he’ll blow quiet raspberries. Lyla makes fun of him for that sometimes.

SPEAKING OF LYLA… SHE will laugh her ass off when she puts the most goofiest filters on Miguel when he’s trying to work. That one filter that makes it look like you’re crying, wet face n’ all with the frown and shit? All time favorite. Miguel always wanna assume her laugh attacks are malfunctions, but he see’s no problem on account of many successful diagnostics. So he gotta suck it up.

I wrote about this before, but I read he’s hyper sensitive, so I HAVE to assume that he’s ticklish. Gotta be. When people find out, sides are poked. He’d JOLT UP and swat people away like bugs (cuz they are kinda.) If you’re close to him, knowing you’re prone to tickle him out of nowhere, he’d get SKEPTICAL and flinch when all you want is a hug. (The amount of betrayal when you tickle him instead scarred him LMFAOOO). I couldn’t say you’d whisper in his ear and it will tickle him because he already has enhanced hearing so there would be no point.

I saw an actor au that i LOVE, right? i keep thinking that miguel, when he’s trying to be serious, he breaks character too often because he ends up laughing 😭 idk behind a serious character is someone who CAN’T be serious for more than 2 minutes. (i’d kill for someone to make a pixar’s after credits blooper animatic with atsv characters.)

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third time's the charm ✧.* xavier x reader ✧.* 4.9k words ✧.* friends to lovers, college au summary: you and your study buddy finally give in warnings!: a very soft dom/sub dynamic, pussy slapping, biting, light choking, edging, face riding, bondage (with a belt), unprotected sex, xavier lowkey a freak note: i feel like its canon that xavier is secretly a dirty little freak in the bedroom right? right??

divider cred. @enchanthings-a

It was a complete accident the first time.

Xavier never meant for things to go that far, for him to wind up in a position like this with you. For the last four years of college he’s studied with you for almost every exam after your professor paired the two of you up during your first week. Xavier thought you were funny, cute and you were one of the only people on campus who didn’t seem to think he was a prick thanks to his laidback demeanour. The two of you became fast friends, and it was normal for the two of you to be affectionate, touchy even. Sometimes you would dissolve into giggles and tickle fights when you were supposed to be studying, but it had always been innocent. 

To be honest, Xavier had never had the mental bandwidth to consider you as more than a friend. He didn’t do relationships or dating. Sometimes he hooked up at the occasional party, but the idea of you and sex never crossed his mind.

Until that first moment. 

The play-fighting started like it did any other time; Xavier teased you, you pushed him, and that was it. Xavier was breathless, your cheeks were pink, and he wrapped his hands around your wrists to keep your fingers from his ticklish spots. He can’t recall when he pushed you down or how you ended up on your back beneath him, hands pinned to the mattress, but it was like the moment shattered. You were looking up at him, eyes hazy and darkening the longer he hovered over you. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. He suddenly became hyper aware of your thighs brushing against his hips and the fact that all he had to do was drop down a little and your bodies would be flush, all your hottest places pressed together.

Then he panicked, pushing off of you and grabbing his bag to cover what would no doubt be the mother of all boners. You got up, blushing, and laughing awkwardly before claiming you had an appointment to go to. 

Xavier took that as his cue to leave.

The second time it happened was at a party; Xavier was drunk, not so much that he would black out, but drunk enough so that everything around him had that pretty haze to it. Like he was walking through a dream. He found you with his friend Jeremiah, tossing back shots from garishly green glasses. 

Looking back, he’s not sure why he gripped your waist the way he did, but his hand fit there like a puzzle clicking into place, and you glanced over your shoulder at him with bleary, dilated eyes. Instead of pushing away, you seemed to step back into him, your body boneless as you pressed softly against his chest. Jeremiah neither commented nor looked too long at the two of you, walking off with a wry glance and a shake of his head. 

There was something in Xavier that compelled him to touch you, to run his hand from your waist up your ribcage towards the pert nipples he could see through your shirt, puckered and tempting. His eyes lingered there for long enough that you noticed, swallowing hard as your chest began to rise and fall a little harder. Xavier’s hand barely twitched before he was knocked by another partygoer, jostling him so that he spilled his drink all over your shirt. After that, the moment fell away like a fading daydream and he helped you clean up as if nothing had happened. Which it hadn’t, really. 

The third time it happens is when Xavier is at your apartment, shaking himself from a nap just to open his eyes to the credits rolling on screen. When he glances your way, you’re standing by the sofa, shaking your head and smiling at him. Your eyes seem to sparkle from the low light, streetlights reflected in your gaze. 

“Maybe one day we’ll actually make it through a movie without you falling asleep,”

Xavier yawns, stretching like a cat and letting his body slip a little further down the sofa. His shirt rides up slightly as he moves, but he’s too preoccupied with blinking his eyes back to life to notice the way your eyes drift down to the skin that’s become visible. “I saw enough of the movie to know it was bad,”

You sigh, plopping down beside him, “Yeah, you’re right. It was garbage,” you turn to him, bathed in blue light from the darkened tv and the moon spilling through the window, “we could’ve made fun of it together if you hadn’t fallen asleep,”

“You should’ve slept with me,” It's out his mouth before Xavier even realises the way it sounds, and he thanks the lack of light in the living room for hiding his warm cheeks. He swallows noisily when you don’t immediately reply, a groove forming between your brows as you trail your eyes over his face.

“Yeah,” you reply, “I should’ve,”

The moment hangs there, suspended, and one more Xavier finds himself caught in uncharted territory with you. He won’t pretend like thoughts of you haven’t featured in his daily life more often these days, won’t pretend that he hasn’t grasped his cock in the shower a couple times and thought of you and your soft, pliant body. He’s had twisted thoughts about you, things he wouldn’t dare utter to anyone, things he never even knew he was into before now, but still, he’s had them.

He’s thinking about it right now, as you watch him, growing more uncertain by the second as the silence continues to spread over you both like ice. He wants to drag you to him and keep you both in the heat of that tension that keeps raising its head between you both. Wants to lose himself in it, in you. 

But he doesn’t, and neither do you. 

Clearing your throat, you look away, cheeks darkening even under the glare of the tv. You start shuffling things on the coffee table, hands picking up and putting down empty take out cartons like you need to move but you don’t know why. Xavier sighs softly and takes them out of your hands, walking to the kitchen to deposit them in the trash. He takes a few moments alone in the kitchenette, surrounded by little pieces of you - Hello Kitty mugs, heart-shaped dishes clean by the sink, a couple polaroids of the two of you with friends and alone together stuck on the fridge. 

Xavier isn’t stupid, he knows that these moments are gonna keep happening more and more frequently until one of you gives in. And he wants to give in, wants it to drown you both until all you can do is cling onto each other. But he’s never been good with other people, he doesn’t know if he can cradle something as precious as you in his life like that without breaking you, or himself. 

“Xav? Can you help me with something?” You walk around the corner of the kitchenette to find him slouched over, arms braced against the kitchen counter. Xavier watches your eyes grow unfocused before you blink it away and glance at the floor, blushing still. “I, ah, my shower head needs attaching. Remember I told you I got a new one?”

Xavier nods and stands to his full height, eager to get back to some normalcy. Acts of service is probably the only way he can show how he cares for you without breaking out into hives about it, or doing something ridiculous like ripping your pyjama shorts straight down the middle seam and ducking his head into your pussy. 

He clenches his jaw and tries to focus on something else. Your shower, right.

The bathroom in your apartment is too small, though it seems to work for you. Just like the kitchen it’s filled with little mementos of you, surrounding him with you. The shampoo bottle still open on the shelf in the shower smells like strawberries, and Xavier wonders if he’ll get a moment alone so he can sniff at it like a freak. 

The shower head attachment is simple, and Xavier screws it into place easily, tightening it as far as it’ll go. You slide into the cubicle with him, checking out his handiwork and offering him a nod and an impressed look, “Good work, I think I’ll keep you around,”

“I require three banana muffins as payment, if that’s the case,” 

The two of you laugh, and you move to get out of the cubicle when you yelp, slipping into Xavier and pushing his hands into the shower dial, turning it on and sending a spray of cold water over the two of you. The shower head creaks a few times, shaking and rattling wildly before it pings off and hits the ground. You scream, Xavier curses and another, stronger spray of water soaks you both as his hand fights to get hold of the dial to turn the water off. When he does, the room is silent save for your panting breaths. The water is freezing as it soaks into every layer of clothing, and Xavier turns, looking at you through the wet strands of his hair. 

He’s expecting you to burst into laughter, to shake your head at your own misfortune, but instead, when Xavier’s gaze finds you, he loses all sense. You’re soaked too, dripping wet in your t-shirt and shorts, wet hair hanging over your shoulders and plastered to the sides of your neck and face. Cheeks pink, either from the cold or something else, Xavier isn’t sure, but either way it has his stomach tensing and a ridge forming in the sopping denim of his jeans. Your eyes aren’t on his face, though. Instead you’re staring at his chest, eyes hazy like you’re daydreaming about something, but the way you lick the shower water off your lips has Xavier’s blood running scalding through his veins. 

“You…” You say, voice fading off as if you can’t quite find the words. Instead, you reach out, pressing your hand in the middle of his abdomen, right above where his shirt sticks to his abs. Xavier never claimed to be a gym bro, but a combination of martial arts and swimming has always left him with a toned physique. He thanks god now that his parents ushered him into such activities that led to this moment, that led to you looking at him like this. “You’re…”

He swallows hard, just now doing his own perusal of your body, eyes fixed on the way the wet t-shirt sticks to your breasts. He can see the lace of your bra like the shirt isn’t even there, the white material transparent enough to show every inch of intricate, pink lace that covers your breasts. 

When your gazes collide, it's like striking a match to dynamite - there’s only so long before the fuse burns out and the two of you combust. And you do just that, Xavier stepping towards you, crowding you against the shower wall as he threads both hands through your hair, holding your head steady so he can take your mouth the way he’s been thinking all this time. You moan greedily into his mouth, welcoming the rushed sweep of his tongue with one of your own, tasting him with as much fervor as he does you. 

But Xavier is desperate, eager, and he’s not gonna give up control that easily. His hands tighten in your hair, pulling at the strands and keeping you steady while your hands fist in the soaked material of his shirt, tugging and pulling while you whimper against his lips. He kisses you deeply, drinking you up. His body moving of its own accord, hips pinning you to the wall just so he can grind into you, a stuttered groan of relief building in his throat. 

“Fuck, fuck,” He grunts, finally breaking the kiss and allowing you to take a full breath before he’s diving back in, a hand pressed to your neck. He’s being rough, losing control, and he loosens his hold on you for a moment just to feel your own hands move over his, pressing his touch tighter and tighter. He can hardly believe it, pulling back to see you slowly open your eyes, your hot and heavy-lidded gaze finding his as you press his hand against your neck again, asking for more. “God,” Xavier groans, obliging eagerly. 

He presses his fingers experimentally, watching as your lips pop open on a gasp, Xavier’s tongue licking against their seam, collecting your taste and making it his own. He’s impossibly hard, probably close to coming, but he can’t help but watch you lose control with him. Giving it to him. 

“Fuck me, Xav, please,” You speak, voice hitching over the grip he has on your throat, “I need it so bad,”

“Yeah?” He says, pressing his forehead to yours, water still dripping down his temple, “Show me,”

You seem to know exactly what Xavier is asking for before he does, your hands leaving his waist to push at your waistband, fingers hooking into the material of your shorts and underwear and rolling them down until they fall with a wet plop on the shower floor. You’re completely bare to him now, so pretty it’s hard to believe this isn’t a dream. The soft curls at the centre of your legs are shiny with how bad you need him, and he takes his time, feasting with his eyes as you squirm for him. 

Xavier has no idea what he’s doing, has never been with a girl like this. Never felt comfortable allowing her to give him total control of her body. He needs to be sure, needs to know you’re in this as deeply as he is. 

“What do you need, baby?” Xavier’s lips are back, because he can’t help it, suckling on your lower lip and nipping at your jaw, “Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything,”

“Fuck me,” You say, voice just barely above a whisper, your cheeks darkening a gorgeous cherry shade as you utter the words, “Make it hurt,”

Xavier can hardly breathe, can barely think when you speak to him like that. You’re giving him everything and he can’t think of a way to show you how much this means, how badly he’s wanted this with you and nobody else. He presses another long, lingering kiss to your lips, taking your hand and leading you out of the shower cubicle. If he’s going to have you, he’s gonna do it on your bed and nowhere else. He needs you to be soft, comfortable and safe when he fucks you. 

He’s just passing the threshold of your room when he spins you, your back hitting the wall with a dull thud. You gasp, the sound swallowed by Xavier’s lips as he tugs the material of your shirt up and up, revealing that pretty pink bra to him. Finally. 

“So gorgeous,” He says softly, running a finger over your nipple as it peeks through the lace. You shiver, and Xavier smiles for it. His finger runs down to your navel, circling it as your stomach muscles clench and release impatiently. You shift on your feet, thighs rubbing together, and Xavier watches it all with the hunger of a predator. Tapping one of your thighs, he murmurs, “Spread them,”

You do as he says, eyes glassy with desire as you stare up at him through your wet bangs, lisp swollen and shiny from his kisses. He sighs softly at the sight, swallowing hard so he can regain enough moisture in his mouth to speak, “You want this?”

An eager, quick nod is your answer.

“If you say stop, we stop. We don’t need any fancy words, just say it and I’ll stop,” He brushes your bands off of your face gently, reverently, “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Breathless and tight, you sound as desperate as him, dropping your gaze to watch his hand as he runs it over your stomach and down towards your pussy, fingers moving through the soft hair straight into the hot, wetness he’s been looking for. When he circles your clit, your head falls back against the wall, a ragged breath parting your lips. 

Xavier’s cock is beyond painful, straight into numb with how badly he needs to fuck it into you as hard and fast as he can. But he wants to make this good for both of you, to fulfil every fucked up urge he’s ever had and never acted on. He’s never wanted to be with anyone like this, never wanted to mark them up and leave them bruised and wet and panting like he wants to with you. He circles your hard little clit once more before his hand leaves you completely, coming down with a swift smack against your pussy that has your knees buckling. 

“Fuck,” You groan, “Xav…” 

“Too much?” His eyes dart between yours, looking for any ounce of regret or hesitation. But he finds none of it, only a heat that mirrors his own. 

“Again,”

Xavier could die now and all would be right with the world. His hand is wet, sticky with your need for him, and he can barely catch his breath and he delivers another spank to your cunt, soothing it with a few slow rubs on your clit. Your body is damp now, but shimmering with sweat instead of spray from the shower. You’re trembling, eyes alight as you watch him. He spanks you a couple more times, enough for you to be on the verge of coming, your clit throbbing and hot as Xavier circles it, too slow to make you come but slow enough so the reminder is there, tugging at your gut. 

You’re so wet now that Xavier’s fingers are glistening with it, slipping through your folds with no resistance. He moves you away from the wall slowly, allowing your legs to shakily carry you over to the bed before he places you on the mattress. You’re trembling with the need to come, and Xavier thinks this view will haunt him for the rest of his life. He’ll go to sleep and wake up thinking of you like this - wet and needy under him. 

His hands make quick work of his belt, and you watch with rapt attention, hands fisting in the sheets as you itch to touch him. But you know he won’t let you. Instead he takes the belt out of the loops completely, moving swiftly to flip you over so you’re on your stomach. You gasp, almost crying out in surprise before Xavier has your wrists in one hand and his belt in another. Then you sigh, moaning softly into the mattress. 

He ties your hands, manoeuvring you so that your face is pressed against the mattress, turned so you can watch him behind you, and your ass is in the air, thighs spread so he can see everything. Your tight, wet pussy shining from his torture, and the snug little ring above that beckons his attention briefly, a still-wet finger running over the hole until you tense and gasp. He has no plans to fuck you there tonight, but he hopes that one day he can have you there, too. 

“So fucking beautiful,” He murmurs, letting his jeans fall to the floor and standing in only his briefs. His cock is a hard, throbbing ridge at the front of his underwear, though he makes no move to remove them. Letting the tip of it leak steadily against the dark material while he kneels to the floor, facing away. His hair brushes your inner thighs, so close to your pussy, and you twitch above him, trying to look. His hand tugs on the loose end of the belt, pulling you up with a gasp until you’re hovering above him, your cunt just inches away from his parted lips. You can feel every soft breath against the damp skin, and you need him to do something, anything. 

“Please,” You whimper, asking for something, though you’re not even sure what. Anything, a touch or even a breath against your aching pussy would be enough right now. 

His hand comes to wrap around your hip, the other holding tight onto the belt and keeping you kneeling over him. His eyes watch you, dark and heavy, from between your thighs. He reaches up a little, licking softly at your clit once, just enough to make you moan and your thighs shake. He grins, then, watching your body react to him, your tits shudder with every ragged breath you drag in. He can’t help himself, turning his head to run his teeth along your inner thigh, prolonging your torture a moment longer. 

His teeth dig in, just a little, and you gasp, eyes flashing with something greedy. Xavier waits for you to say it, gives you the chance to stay silent, but you don’t.

“Harder,” You murmur, voice shaking, “bite me. Fuck,”

So Xavier does, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh just enough to bruise, sucking deeply on the skin there. You shake above him, hips gyrating against nothing but air as you hover over him. You’re completely lost to your own desires now, just like Xavier, and so he decides to give in a little, barely giving you a moment to breathe before his lips are slipping over your cunt, tongue pressing against your clit. You cry out, hips already rocking like you know exactly what he wants from you with every moan he presses into your flesh. His tongue is fast, flicking and fucking into you so quick you’re sure you’re about to come, thighs shaking and stomach caving in with the intensity of it.

But then he pulls away, and you groan, almost falling forward before he catches you with the belt and pulls you back up. His smile is wicked from between your thighs, lips shining from your cunt, and you sigh shakily. His tongue drags slowly over your bite mark on your thigh, lips sucking a couple more marks into your skin, and then he’s back again, eating you out like a man possessed. And maybe he is, he sure feels like it, drinking down every wave of you that meets his tongue. Your hips grind downward, now, fucking his face until he pauses once more, all the breath leaving your chest. 

“God, please, Xav - I need to come, please, please -” You’re babbling above him, begging to come, and he can’t help but smile. He has wanted this for so long, wanted to see you lost for him.

“You want to stop?” He whispers, kissing your inner thigh again, “You know what to say if you do. You wanted me to make it hurt,”

“I -” You swallow, torn between needing to come and wanting to feel everything tomorrow. You need more - more bruises all over your body, more slaps against your skin, more of Xavier’s teeth sinking into you. “No, don’t stop,”

He surprises you by moving this time, slipping out from under you and releasing his hold on the belt so you flop down onto the bed, ass still up in the air, pussy dripping down your thighs. The sting of Xavier’s bite aches a little on your thigh, but the waves of pain greet the waves of pleasure humming through your body, and you find yourself clenching around nothing. Xavier must notice, because he curses softly behind you, running a finger down the swollen seam of your pussy. The next thing you feel is his breath ghosting along your spine, followed by his tongue as he laps up every drop of sweat. His hair, dry by now, brushes against you and has you shivering. A quick shuffle of material is followed by the thick head of his cock brushing your cunt, and you groan, biting the sheets on the bed. You’re strung so tight, so desperate to feel him inside you that you rock back to try and take him in, but all that does is have him brush against your clit, dragging a moan from both of you. 

He reaches under, slapping his cock against your clit a few more times until you’re almost crying with the need to come. The thick heat of it so welcome it has you clenching again, desperate to be full of him. 

Xavier watches your body strain and tremble, his dick so tight with the need to come now that he worries he won’t make it past the first thrust, but he prepares himself. His voice is tight, rough when he speaks, “Do you want me to get a condom?”

Your reply is surprisingly quick, eager, “No. I need you to come inside me,”

He almost comes right then and there, against your thigh instead of inside you, but he takes a deep, steadying breath. “Okay,” he says, before assuring you he’s been tested, and you do the same. By the time he’s positioned himself where he wants to be, he’s sweating all over, his hair wet at the temples all over again as he smooths a hand over your spine, gripping the belt that binds your wrists. When he enters you, it’s not slow or steady, its fast, hard and almost obliterates what he has left of his psyche. 

“Oh, god,” He murmurs, unsure if he can make this good for you when you’re squeezing him so tight, so wet around his aching cock he doesn’t even have to warm you up before he fucks into you again and again, quick thrusts that have your ass slapping against his stomach in quick succession. “So fucking wet, baby. God,”

“Yes,” You agree, a moan swallowing your words as you let your eyes roll back, losing yourself in the sensation of being so full, so stuffed full of Xavier that you can hardly breathe when he hits deep, your mouth open and drooling against the mattress. He’s fucking you so good, so deep that you completely lose all sense of being, hovering over your body, a full out-of-body experience just from Xavier’s dick.

Why haven’t you been fucking the whole time? Is your thought, unknowingly mirrored by Xavier as he wraps the belt around his wrist, tugging you up so you’re lifted from the mattress, hovering and twisted at a new angle that allows him to feel every inch of your pussy. You’re barely making any sound now as he drills into you, your breaths ragged and broken as you take it. 

“I’m coming - oh ff-uck, Xav you’re making me come -” The way you call for him is an aphrodisiac in itself, and it has Xavier’s balls tightening, the need to come punching a hole through his gut, almost. But he doesn’t stop there. He fucks you hard through your orgasm, pushing through the clench of your walls until you’re boneless, body jerking with every thrust. You’re just about to tighten up on him a second time when he lets go of the belt, pushing you down into the mattress and arching your back even more. You scream through your second orgasm, throat hoarse and tears leaking out onto the sheets, but you don’t ask him to stop. You just lie there until it builds again, your sweat slicked body beginning to push back and meet him thrust for thrust. 

“I can’t- I can’t go again, Xav -”

Xavier takes your hair then, tugging you so he can speak against your cheek, “Yes, you can. Cause you’re a good girl, right? You’re my good girl, so you’re gonna take it and you’re gonna come until I tell you to stop,”

Your eyes go white, rolling back when the third orgasm hits you, your whole body trembling. Xavier isn’t sure if you’re conscious for a second, his thrusts almost slowing before you groan again. Your pussy is so wet it's all he can hear, the hot suction of his cock disappearing inside you. It’s enough to drive him insane with it, desperate to keep you here forever, coming on his cock like a good girl. 

Even Xavier isn’t immune to the deep clench of your cunt, however, your body tensing up for that fourth orgasm once he has you flat on your stomach is enough to send him overboard. His body trembling, sound muffling as it approaches faster than he can take it. He knows you can come again, but he isn’t sure he has the brain power left to do more than make himself come, so he unties your hands with a shaking hand.

“Gonna come, baby,”

“Please, yes,” You pant, somehow still aware of your surroundings even as your body flirts with the possibility of an allusive fifth orgasm. When Xavier speeds up, his hips slapping against your ass, his hand joining the fray with a sharp spank against your plush cheek, you can’t help but let your hand dart down between your stomach and the mattress, circling your clit just enough times to have you coming with him. “Oh, fuck, Xavier!”

A few brutal thrusts later, Xavier is spent, his own legs trembling with the effort of holding his weight, so he falls alongside you on the mattress. Your bodies are somehow more wet now than they were in the shower, slicked with perspiration. Xavier rolls over, throwing an arm over you and already halfway to snoring when you shift onto your side. 

You snort to yourself, pushing him gently so you can lay on his shoulder with a long awaited yawn. 

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It's For Science

This is just a little something I scrounged together, inspired by a post by @snugglyfluffle 😊

https://www.tumblr.com/snugglyfluffle/761535277842022400/since-logan-has-a-shorter-waist-then-wade-does-do?source=share

Damn, writer's block has been a biiiiiitch. I wrote a lot of this in the later hours of the night after my long workdays so sorry if it's nothing spectacular, or if there's any spelling/grammatical errors. 

Wade gets it into his head that maybe not all humans have the same number of rib bones. His logic being that since Logan has a shorter body then he may be an exception. Unfortunately for Logan this is far too ticklish of an experiment for him to bear.

A small bit of ticklish!deadpool at the end too. 😉

Warnings for foul language and other Deadpool-type stuff.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

ler!Logan/Wolverine x lee!Wade/Deadpool

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 4,234

"The skeletal system is comprised of bones that give structure to the body and work with the muscles and joints to provide movement. The human body contains 206 bones….," the certified doctor on the television explained as he gestured to a replica model human skeleton while Wade sat watching on the couch.

"207 if I'm watching Gossip Girl, hehehe. Shit, I already made that joke in the movie. Well it's still true anyhow, am I right?" Wade snorted a laugh as he turned from his position on the couch with his hand up for a high-five, but found his roommate leaned back in the couch with his eyes closed and his hands on his lap.

It had been a nice lazy afternoon for the two of them and Logan had KO'ed quite a few beers as the monotone voice of the television host was making him doze off.

"Pssht! Old man can't stay awake for five minutes," Wade waved him off as he turned back to the tv.

"The ribcage has an important job in providing protection to some of the most vital organs being the lungs and the heart. There are 12 ribs on each side, making 24 in total…"

The merc blinked in curiosity as he sat up tall and now slowly began to feel up each side of his body to count the ribs within, having to dig in pretty thoroughly to get through the muscle.

"Hmm I'm only feeling 20 here….," he rechecked to be sure, finding all the ones leading up to his collarbone.

"The 11th and 12th pair of ribs are called 'floating ribs' because unlike all the others they are not attached to the sternum but are still attached to the backbone….," the doctor went on as he pointed to two pairs of ribs on the back area of the skeleton.

Wade's hands wound around to his lower back and found the missing pairs right where the doctor said they'd be.

"Huh. What do you know, he's right. I mean, duh!" He bopped himself on the forehead, "Of course he's right. He's a fucking doctor. Hey Wolvie, you're missing some interesting stuff here."

"Mmph," Logan only grunted in response, not even hearing what Wade had actually said as he started to drift further into fully passing out.

Wade then had a thought pop into his mind as he looked over at his near-comatose friend. Logan's torso was a lot shorter than his own so he wondered if it was true that all humans had the same number of ribs. The doc hadn't specified if it was possible to have less and Wade's hyper mind needed an answer right away.

"Hmm. I suppose I could just Google it to find out for sure, but nah! I prefer to do my own field study. Plus you all need a fun little fic to read, and I know Logan won't mind if it tickles just a teensy little bit. Commence Operation How-Many-Ribs-Does-A-Wolverine-Have."

He slid over and wiggled his fingers up in the air before placing them on the bottom of Logan's ribcage, pressing in gently to feel the first two ribs as the man immediately jumped and blinked his eyes open in a groggy daze.

"Whatistha….Wade? What-heheh-What're you doin'?" He batted at Wade's hands with very little accuracy from being half-asleep, giggles escaping him as the fingers moved up to the next set of ribs.

"Well if you had stayed awake Peanut, you would have seen this educational program I've been watching about the human body. They say there are 24 ribs in a human, but I was curious if it applied to all body heights. Being that you're a little shorter than me I wanted to see if you had the same," Wade explained his current lunacy as Logan started to wake up a little more though it took him a moment to really process everything that had been said.

"Huh? The fuck are ya-eheheheehee-Ribs? Course I do, dipshihihit. Now stohahahop it," he was unsuccessful in trying to block out Wade's hands as they continued up his sides.

"I sure will. Once I have verified the facts. Though I'm pretty sure this would go a lot quicker if you would just hold still," Wade smirked big time, knowing there was absolutely no way Logan could ever stay still for something like this when his torso was so ridiculously sensitive, "Okay looks like that's number 5…..and oh, there's 6…."

"How abohohout I c-count your teeheeheeheeth after I knohohock 'em outta your fuhuhuhucking head?" Logan chuckled hard, taking a half-hearted and easily dodge-able swing with his fist towards Wade.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, muffin cakes. Come on, this is a fun game. At least smile, would ya?" Wade teased, looking down at his friend while increasing the speed that his fingers wiggled around against his sides.

The X-man's grin had lit up his normally stoic face while he made many attempts to shove Wade's arms away, but those nimble fingers were practically glued to his sides.

"Of ahahahall the stuhuhuhupid-Eeeheheheheheheh! Stahahahap, ya mohohohoron! Thehehehey're all thehehehere!" Logan was giggling uncontrollably and sinking back into the couch cushions, trying to will his body to phase through and escape but there was only so much give that he was allowed.

Truthfully after the relaxing day he'd had and the keg of beer in his belly he found that he wasn't too bothered about Wade waking him up with his dumb experiment.

"How can I be certain? Got any proof? Any reliable witnesses to corroborate your case? Hmm? Perhaps you have an x-ray of your body to show me? A scientific essay conducted by a world renowned researcher? Any of those would be acceptable."

Logan obviously could only shake his head.

"N-Nohohohohoo, buhut I can cuhuhut myself opehehehen and-ahahahahaa-you cahahahan loohoohook for yoursehehehelf!" He released one claw from his hand as Wade gasped in horror and quickly grabbed his wrist to pin it to the couch with his knee.

"Ohhh no you don't. You're crazy if you think I'm gonna allow my precious little badger to cause himself any harm. Besides my method is way less messy. Just wish I knew why you find it to be so funny," he stated, playing dumb as Logan attempted to growl through his giggles, though the intimidation factor was completely lost.

"Yohohohou f-fucking knohow why I'm lahahahahaughin', ya ihihihihidiot!" He retracted the sharp blade back into his body, trying to squirm free, "Now gehehehet outta thehehehere, ohohor ehehehelse!"

The threats were in full effect, but the claws remained sheathed.

Wade recognized that Logan was in a more light-hearted mood than normal, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. If he had woken up with murder on his mind then Wade might have been more inclined to back off sooner. But now that he had the green light it was on!

"Or else what? Doesn't seem like you're trying too hard to stop me," he called his bluff and grinned at how the man weakly pulled at his wrists with his one free hand and was trying to curl up in defense.

He knew Logan would be fighting him a lot harder than this if he was really as disagreeable as he wanted him to think.

Actually, Wolverine had a little secret he was keeping. He would die before admitting it out loud, but there were times he found that he actually enjoyed this. Yes, enjoyed getting tickled within an inch of his life.

Definitely not at first though. And to fully grasp the situation we'll have to rewind the story just a…

"Aw nohohoo bub! Thehehey don't neeheed to hehehear all o' thahahat!"

Wade's heart skipped a beat as he gasped in excitement.

"Oh em gee! Your first fourth wall break! I'm so fucking proud of you!"

Shush, we're doing this.

Anyways Logan couldn't remember ever being tickled before so the day Wade had discovered that he was in fact quite ticklish he did everything in his power to fight him off and avoid it altogether. Wade wouldn't back off though and inevitably got him pinned down, even though it resulted in several stab wounds to his head and torso.

Having been alive for over 200 years Logan was very used to experiencing pain of some of the highest levels physically and mentally, but tickling was something very alien to him. Not surprisingly he struggled with processing the maddening, yet gentle touches.

He didn't like to show any signs of weaknesses, but being tickled completely overwhelmed his heightened senses, especially in the touch department, and it was impossible for him to not react to it. There had been feelings of anger and humiliation at how easily simple fingers were able to render him powerless, and it only got worse once he finally broke into agonized laughter.

Logan hated the feeling of not having control, especially over his own body. Once he had managed to break free, he had been extremely cross with Wade and went into one of his brooding moods for the majority of the day.

After giving him time to cool off, Wade eventually approached him to apologize, and Logan shrugged it off now that his temper had died down. Though he had been working on trying to better himself and he explained to Wade what it had made him feel and why he had reacted so strongly against it.

Wolverine being vulnerable enough to share his feelings with him was one of the only times Wade was ever completely serious and really gave his full attention. Despite getting a kick out of always annoying him Wade never wanted to cause him true stress and it made him feel like a real asshole when Logan ended up apologizing to him too.

Wade promised to never do it to him again but added that he just got carried away due to the fact that he really liked seeing Logan not only smile but laugh especially. Logan had become utterly stupefied by that confession. He thought Wade had only been trying to torment and embarrass him, which was what had really set him off.

He had then taken the next few days to reflect on that. He could definitely empathize with how good it felt to see someone you really cared about experiencing joy. Knowing that Wade's intentions were far from malicious had really put his mind at ease about it, realizing that his pride had gotten the better of him.

And the more he thought back on it it really wasn't that bad.

Which was why Wade's squawk of surprise when Logan tackled him from out of nowhere to attack his sides with tickles gave Logan the same fuzzy feeling he assumed Wade had had. Wade not only was laughing from the tickling, but from relief as well, realizing that he'd been unspokenly forgiven.

He didn't even fight it and just let Logan tickle him to his heart's content until finally the man stopped and grunted that he had hoped he'd "learned his lesson" while giving him a small smirk.

Wade was able to read between the lines and took the chance to pounce him the very next day, and despite some growling threats he received the older mutant didn't seem entirely displeased. Logan had completely let his guard down, which now enabled him to truly experience it in full.

Still, he made Wade work for it before he finally stopped holding in his laughter. The crazy merc then proceeded to make him laugh harder than he could ever remember doing in his past, and he found the brain chemical effects from that to do wonders for his mood.

The funny thing about it to Logan was that even though he was rendered helpless from tickling he realized that he was still 100% safe, and he found that to be a very comforting thought. It was a new experience for him to be in such a close proximity struggle where the end goal wasn't to try to hurt or kill him.

Sure, Wade would use tickling as a form of retaliation a lot of times, but it was all the same to Logan by now. Naturally he wasn't always in the mood for a tickle attack, but these days more often than not he didn't fight it too much and was quite content to let his roommate turn him into a squirming, wheezing wreck.

Of course, for appearances sake, Logan would still curse his head off and threaten the man's life at every turn. Up until the mischievous merc would tickle him to the point he could barely take it and turn that macho attitude into desperate pleas for mercy.

Which brings us back to our current situation.

"Dahahammit! I-I dihihihidn't ahahask for a wahahahaake up cahahahall!"

"No thanks needed! It's totally complimentary in el Casa de Wade. But don't mind me, feel free to go back to sleep. I'm just going to keep counting these ribs here until we get to the bottom of this. Ah, finally we found 7 and 8."

Wade was still acting as if this whole idea was just to count his ribs and hadn't even acknowledged that he was purposely tickling him and realizing that made Logan feel even more giddy as he let out a snort and shook his head.

"Wade c'mooon! Get ohohohoff! Ya-heehehehe-Ya know I'm ticklihihihihish, fucker!" His big-muscled arms were clamped so tightly against his sides, but there was no stopping the determined fingers crawling up his ribs.

"Whaaa? Wolverine? Ticklish? Ha! That's absurd! My guy Logan is way too mean and strong and tough to be affected by something so childish! Oh boy, and I thought I was the king of jokes around here. Now come on, stop messing around and just move your arms out of the way so I can finish this," Wade smirked, loving to tease him about his ticklishness in regard to his hard-core reputation.

"You fuhuhuhucking ahahahasshohohohole!" Logan snorted hard and now fell over to the side as he began scooting along the couch to get away.

"Heheh, where do you think you're going? Stop being so dramatic, Nancy Kerrigan. It's okay to make that joke now, right? 30 years later is fair," he shrugged at the camera, not letting up one bit as he followed along with his squirming prey, "I can feel 9 and 10 now. We're almost halfway there! Oooh! How exciting!"

"Cuhuhut it ohohohout! Heeheheheheheheh! Juhuhust drohop this stuhuhupid ideheeheeheea!"

The higher Wade went the stronger the tickling sensations felt, and Logan was pretty sure he was going to die before the last of his ribs were even reached, though in his mind it honestly wasn't the worst way for him to go.

"🎵 Ohhhh the itsy-bitsy spiders crawled up the waterspout….🎵," Wade effortlessly sing-songed with clawed fingers continuing their torturously slow progress, thoroughly scraping over every rib bone they came across, "🎵 Down came the rain….but couldn't wash the spiders out because they were having too much fun counting all these cute little ribbies. 🎵."

It always made Logan feel silly whenever Wade's teases took on a more juvenile form. He was the tenacious and deadly Wolverine and yet Wade was treating him like he was just some harmless little kid. He was never able to stop the blush from spreading across his face.

"Shuhuhuhuut uhuhuhup! Ohohor you're gohohonna haahahave another fuhuhuhuckin'-Hahahahahahehee-hohohohole t-to breheeheeheeathe outta yohohour fahahahat hehehehead!"

"Wow. We're body shaming now? I'm very sensitive about my fat head, you know. Well have you looked in the mirror lately, mister? Just walking around with those big, sexy arms and your handsomely chiseled jawline, and don't even get me started on all that sculpted beef that you're hiding in disgrace underneath this shirt. Yeah, doesn't feel so good now, does it, you absurdly attractive man? Uh huh….oh….yup, right there we got 11 and 12."

Wade was just so ridiculous sometimes, but when Logan was already caught in a laughing fit the merc's unstoppable blabbering only succeeded in making him laugh even harder. And unfortunately, he was slowly losing his will to carry on with acting tough through this tickle session.

"Fihihihiiine! I'm-heeheehehahahahaha-I'm sorrrrry! I tahahahake it bahahahaack! Just stooohohohoooop!" Logan didn't know how much more he could take of this. Actually, he did know due to having suffered under Wade's fingers for months now, and the answer was a lot.

"Why? I'm just trying to get a count here. 13……14…..It's for science. Hey look, I'm sorry……," Wade pretended to show some remorse before breaking into a huge smirk, "Sorry my wittle Wolvie-polvie is too freakin' ticklish for his own good!"

Logan's back finally met the armrest of the couch, preventing him from going any further as he leaned back over it to try to get away. Though this now had his ribcage fully stretched out as Wade stepped it up and dug his fingers in mercilessly between rib bones, making Logan positively howl in laughter.

"Ahahahahaa! Wade naahahahahahahaho! Pleheheease! Thahahahaat tickles!" He thrashed madly trying to wiggle away, but Wade had him pinned right where he wanted him as he just snickered at the situation.

"I think at this point you know that was part of my plan all along. Hehehe, but we're so close! Think of the prestige we'll get from this scientific breakthrough! Oh! I think I just found 15! Oooh! And could that be 16?! C'mon, buddy! Bear with me now!"

The upper ribs were basically in Logan's armpits that were covered with a more fleshy layer and Wade was really having to probe in there to actually feel the bones beneath.

"Not thehehehere! Noohot thehehehehehehhehehere! Haahahahaheeheeheeheehaa! Mehehehehercyyyyyy! Logan squealed helplessly with his head tilted back and showing off his elongated canine teeth; his face as red as a tomato as tears squeezed out of his tightly shut eyes.

The feral man's t-shirt had ridden up, exposing the lower half of his ripped stomach and Wade was currently in a position where it was at eye level. He smirked as he thought about how crazy Logan got whenever he would blow raspberries into his tummy, and he found the urge to do so was just too strong to resist as he took a deep breath.

"WAAAHahAHaHAhaHAHAAADE!!" Logan screamed with the first oral assault landing directly around his navel, breaking into silent laughter while wheezing desperately for air. Many more blows were delivered to his belly and ribs while the fingers continued tickling in his armpits as Logan summoned up any energy he had left and pushed with all he had in him at Wade's head and shoulders.

Eventually after being slapped and punched in the head so many times, Wade finally allowed himself to be pushed away, taking one last nibble at his hip bone.

"Geez, calm down Hugh, you over actor," he chuckled as he looked down at the man who was currently swallowing all the air he could and gingerly wiping away at tears.

"Okaaahaahay…..Fuckin' Hell……That's it…..for nohohow…..Y-You got me…..good……No more….right?"

"Weeeeeell if you would have just stayed still, we could have had this all over with. But noooooo, you just had to make me lose count," Wade sighed loudly in feigned disappointment, "Looks like I'm gonna have to start aaaallllllll over again."

With a wicked grin he began reaching out towards the still incapacitated man who was now shaking his head frantically as his hands raised in defense.

"N-No Wade. Not again. Stay back. Heehehehe-please. I can't take any more," he couldn't help giggling in anticipation as Wade hovered over him again.

"Hold still now…Don't worry Peanut, we'll get through this together. So that's 1……and 2…….and a coochie coochie coo…," Wade started again on his waist to get at his bottom ribs as Logan was already breaking into squeals.

"20?! Again?! For real?! I've counted three times already!"

Logan was hanging halfway off the couch; his hair sticking out in every direction and his cheeks slicked with tears as he coughed and tried to regain any hint of sanity he had left.

"It's……It's……fine…….Wade…..I'm sure……..they're in……there……somewhere……," he panted weakly, slowly starting to feel his energy revitalize.

"Or maybe you really do only have 20? My theory that you have fewer since you are shorter may be correct!" Wade was getting lost in his thoughts, but then at that moment a voice of reason sounded off.

"And remember, the 11th and 12th pair of ribs are referred to as 'floating ribs' and are only attached at the backbone….," the television was still on and by this point the doctor had gone back around and was summarizing everything he had just talked about.

The light bulb finally went on in Wade's head.

"Oh yeeeeah……forgot about those little buggers," Wade slowly turned to look at his friend whose eyes went wide as he scrambled to get away.

Five seconds later and Wade had Logan pinned on his stomach as his fingers wiggled into his lower back to find the missing rib pairs while Logan cackled wildly and pounded his fists with his feet uselessly kicking at the cushions.

"23…..and 24! Well would you look at that! I guess all humans are the same after all!" Wade declared happily as he finally climbed off of his roommate, signaling the end of his reign of terror, "Whaddya think, Wolvie? Aren't you so glad to have that useful little tidbit of information at your disposal?"

Logan gradually rolled over onto his back and raised an annoyed brow.

"Could've just fuckin' Googled it, bub," he growled, though a smile was still stuck on his face.

"Okay I admit waking you up may not have been the nicest way to go about it, but you know how impatient I am. And be honest, you really don't seem that upset about it," Wade grinned, reaching over to scribble fingers over his now exposed stomach while Logan snorted chuckles and tried to block him out with his knees before rolling away.

"You're lucky I didn't piss my pants, asshole. Drank a shit load of beers right before I fell asleep. I gotta piss like a fucking racehorse now," Logan stumbled to his feet and walked off to use the bathroom.

Wade grinned as he watched him walk away before turning to the audience.

"He's cute, ain't he? And I didn't hear any denial in that, did you? He doesn't know that I heard the author spill his secret earlier. It's nice to know that he actually enjoys it, even if he won't say it. I'm totally good with that."

The sound of Logan groaning in relief echoed down the hallway followed by the toilet flushing several moments later before he walked back out to join Wade on the couch.

"Did you make sure to put the seat back down? Althea won't be happy if she falls in again," he asked as Logan looked at him with a frown.

"That one was on you, shithead. I always remember to. You've lived how many years with this poor lady? I seriously don't know how she's put up with your stupid, inconsiderate ass for so long."

"Exactly the same way you do, sugar tits," Wade grinned and pinched his cheek, receiving an adamantium elbow into his side and grunting as the air was knocked out of him momentarily.

"It's a daily struggle that's for sure. But I owe ya a lot for breaking me out of my destructive cycle, so we'll call it even," Logan had softened his demeanor, knowing he truly owed Wade his gratitude as the other man noted this and took advantage of his guard being down.

"Awww there it is! Right there! I knew you loved me!" Wade squealed as he jumped onto Logan's lap and wrapped his arms around his head in the tightest of hugs.

"Gaah! Wade! Fuckin' dammit! Let go of me!" Logan struggled to pry Wade off of him until he was hit with a moment of inspiration as he latched his fingers onto Wade's unprotected sides to start tickling him with everything he had.

"Aahaahahah! Logan dohohohohooot! Thahahahat's nohohohot fahahahaaair!" Wade yelped with giggles as he quickly tried to escape, but Logan held him firmly in place.

"Fair? Okay, let's be fair. See we learned that all my ribs are there, but seems we've overlooked yours. Think it's best we check that out right away, don't you?" Logan asked with a crooked grin as Wade frantically shook his head while thrashing in his lap, "No? Well ain't that just too damn bad."

Logan dug right in with both strong hands, not even hiding the fact that his mission was to tickle the absolute shit out of his roommate.

"Okaahahahay yohohou cahahan cheheheck! Heheehhehahah! Juhuhust nohoho tihihihickling!"

"Now how do ya expect me to do that? You got an x-ray or some bullshit to show me? A fuckin' thesis paper on the matter? What? Ya don't? Well that fuckin' sucks for you. Looks like we're doing this the old-fashioned way. What number was I on? Oh yeah….1…….1…….1……1 again….."

"Cahahahahaaan't you fuhuhucking cohohount, you neahahahanderthal?!?!"

Logan smirked big time, repeatedly prodding into the same rib over and over.

"Guess not. Numbers apparently aren't my strong suit. Looks like this is gonna take alllll day then."

Wade could only laugh and squeal in response, knowing he had sealed his own doom.

[brotherwtf]

How about Bucky being ticklish if someone talks into his ear from close up?

laughing at this bcs he totally would be

he's so like weirdly sensitive around his head and maybe it's not even head trauma or anything its literally just like he's hyper aware whenever someone has a hand in his hair or on the nape of his neck of kissing his ear, hey Gale loves it because it causes goosebumps to jump up on Bucky's arm bcs he's so sensitive

but he's also CRAZY ticklish all over, but especially like his neck and head, maybe he's a little giggly during sex bcs Gale's lithe fingers always make his skin jump but he's SUPER ticklish whenever Gale whispers in his ear

not even anything seductive or whatever, Gale will just lean over and make a stupid remark under his breath and he'll huff air against the shell of John's ear and John will flinch and stifle a giggle, shoulder kicking up from the sensation and Gale always smiles bcs he knows the effect it has on John and he finds it cute

trapping him by wrapping his arms around John's front and tilting his head up ever so slightly and maybe he just whispers "I love you I love you I love you" on repeat until his cheeks hurt bcs of how much he's smiling and Johns trying to bat him away but he can't bcs he's laughing too hard, half heartedly begging Gale to stop and Gale only lets up when he physically can't smile anymore

draping himself over John in bed and waking him up with a "good morning, John" and a giggle as John breathes out a laugh, trying to push Gale's lips away but it only encourages him to do it more, pressing kisses upon kisses on John's cheeks and lips bcs he loves him so much

I'm melting from the sweetness brb gonna cry

[wreckingtickles]

"FUUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHCK!!!"

"That hurt when you jumped and then when you landed on my arms!"

Bakugo was writhing on his own bed, the bedsheet all crumpled from his continuous squirming; but no matter how much he tried, he wasn't able to pull his feet out of Kirishima's iron grasp.

"Common decency would have required you to take off your shoes, like Midoriya and Todoroki!" complained the redhead as he kept furiously scrubbing Bakugo's bare soles with the grooming glvoes he'd borrowed from Koda, the myriad of plastic nubs unlike anything Bakugo had ever felt.

He shot up to a sitting position, as if trying to headbutt Kirishima, who had his back to him, but he was too far, and with his wrists tied together behind his back with his own tie, there was precious little he could do except laugh his head off; or maybe it was an attempt to get closer to appeal to him, as if reducing the distance would have inspired more pity in his tormentor.

"KIHIHIHIRHIHSHIHHIHAHAHAHAHHAMMAMAMAMAMAAA!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHSEE!!! GHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHA!!!"

Protests and threats had been a thing for the first 10 minutes, when Kirishima was using his fingers to scribble all over Bakugo's soles, or to pull his big toes back to get at the tender flesh under and between his toes.

The two forks had resulted in bargaining, in Bakugo promising that no retaliation would be unleashed if Kirishima stopped at that moment.

"Oh, now you call me by my name? If this is what it takes, maybe it should be a recurring thing."

And the grooming gloves, those had finally led to pleading.

Kirishima focused his frenzied scrubbing on the upper half of Bakugo's feet, hitting the sensitive balls and the base of his toes.

A jolt ran through the crumpled body of the hysterical, defeated blond, who fell back on the covers, howling at the ceiling.

"GHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! SHHIHIAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! PLEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSE!!!"

Kirishima was completely relentless. "Although now I see why you didn't take off your shoes. You might have fallen over laughing if we just brushed your feet, and cost us the battle."

He wasn't sure if the guffawing blond could hear him, but he'd made his demands clear from the start: he wanted an apology. And he wouldn't stop until he got one.

So he briefly loosened his hold so he could grab both of Bakugo's feet, his palms on the tops, and rubbed the nubs on his thumbs right into the balls.

Bakugo screeched as a new torrent of ticklish tears poured out of his eyes, staining the covers just like the other useless tears before them.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!"

"Right in your weak spot, uh?" remarked Kirishima, finding it increasingly difficult to keep up his angry tone. He rubbed all over the trapped balls with his thumbs, not even giving Bakugo a chance to speak.

The blond had to claw through the overwhelming ticklish response to finally scream a broken "HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHH!!! IHAHAHAHAHM SOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHHAHAHAHARRYYYYY!!!!! SOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Kirishima went on rubbing Bakugo's soles for a few more seconds before finally pulling his hands back.

"What did you say?" he asked as Bakugo breathed in for dear life.

As desperate as he was for air, the blond knew that any delay would have caused the tickling to resume. "I'm s-sohorry..."

"Sorry for what?" asked Kirishima as he let his thumb graze the hyper-ticklish ball of Bakugo's left foot again, instantly causing the blond to spasm with terror.

"F! Fohor nohot... takihing my... shoes off," he finally said, thoroughly beaten.

"Geez, was that so hard?" asked Kirishima as he began to remove the grooming gloves, without ever letting go of Bakugo's ankles.

The blond closed his eyes as he panted, blinking away the last tears, too overstimulated to feel the slightest hint of shame at having been forced to aplogize, and by tickling of all things.

He forced himself to open his eyes as he felt Kirishima shift at the foot of the bed.

His thumping heartbeat picked up again when he noticed the redhead was holding two hairbrushes.

"W-WAIT!!" he begged, his voice filled with desperation. "I-I apologized!!"

"You did." Kirishima nodded. "And now for your punishment."

He scrubbed the two hairbrushes into Bakugo's soles, filling the overwhelmed blond with a new surge of unbearable ticklishness.

"..........................................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHHACK!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOHOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!"

The entire bed shook with the sheer energy of Bakugo's thrashing; but Kirishima wasn't going anywhere.

"Thirty minutes should make the lesson stick," added the redhead before focusing once again on the balls of Bakugo's feet.

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Still on a break, but had an idea for a short story I just needed to get out.

[taehyungsgrowl]

bitten and smitten - seokjin x fem!reader

not a vampire au! unless 😳

Lately i've been thinking so much about that clip of jin and hobi trying to bite each other. And that of course got me and @desertsunflower00 thinking. And well one thought led to another. and here we are; boyfriend!seokjin who takes notice of Y/N's hyper fixation (aka the twilight series).

Disclaimer: I actually think Jin would eat up the twilight movies, but for plots sake... hater vibes!

Pairings: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: playful banter, jin is a bit of a hater (lovingly), slight jealously, tickling, hickies, spit, unprotected sex, fingering, vampire mentions, teasing, biting, they're actually so in love.

nsfw/mdni/rated r

not proofread!

Y/N didn’t think her recent movie marathon would draw so much attention, but the faint strains of Bella’s Lullaby drifting from the living room had given her away. Jin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face.

“So… which one is it this time?” he asked, his voice tinged with playful curiosity. “Is this the part where the sparkly guy stares at her for way too long?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, her focus momentarily breaking from the TV screen. “It’s not just staring,” she huffed, pausing the scene mid-glance. “It’s… intense emotional connection!”

“Oh, of course,” Jin replied, dragging out his words as he walked over and flopped onto the couch beside her. “Intense emotional connection. My bad.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and hit play again, determined to ignore Jin’s antics. But she could feel his gaze on her, his smirk practically burning a hole in her concentration. His presence beside her was impossible to ignore, especially when he leaned in closer, his broad shoulders brushing against hers. His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he’d just rolled out of bed, and that signature smirk of his—it was maddening and unfairly attractive all at once.

“Why don’t you just admit it?” Jin continued, leaning closer. “You’ve got a thing for vampires. Is that why you always look at me like I’m your next meal?”

Y/N threw a pillow at him, her face heating up.“You’re insufferable!” she laughed, though she couldn’t hide her grin. “I do not have a thing for vampires.”

“Sure you don’t,” Jin teased, effortlessly catching the pillow and tossing it aside. “Team Edward, huh?" He was fighting hard against a smile as he continued, scooting closer, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief, "Soon, you’ll be asking me to roleplay as Edward.”

"Jin!” Y/N shrieked, laughing as she tried to push him away. “You’re ridiculous!”

“Admit it,” he said, his grin widening. “You want me to stare at you all broody, don’t you? Or should I practice my wolf howl instead?”

When she refused to dignify that with an answer, Jin struck. His fingers darted to her sides, tickling her mercilessly. Y/N squealed, twisting and thrashing, but his grip was strong, his arms wrapping around her like a playful trap.

“Say it!” Jin demanded through his own laughter, his deep voice vibrating in the air between them. “Say it out loud," his laugh deepened.

“Never!” she gasped, squirming as his fingers found every ticklish spot. “Stop, Jin, I can’t breathe!”

“Not until you confess!” he shot back, his laughter mingling with hers.

Y/N managed to grab a throw pillow and swung it at him, catching him off guard enough to wiggle out of his hold. She scrambled to the other side of the couch, breathing hard and clutching the pillow like a shield.

“You’re evil,” she panted, her cheeks flushed from laughing.

“And you’re obsessed,” he shot back, leaning casually against the armrest as if he hadn’t just waged a full-on tickle war, he ran his hand through his dark hair.

“I’m allowed to be obsessed with things,” she said, narrowing her eyes. Then, with a sly smile, she added, “You know, next time, I’m just going to invite Jungkook over. At least he appreciates good movies.”

Jin froze, his smirk faltering. “Jungkook?” he repeated, narrowing his eyes. “You’re going to invite him to watch this?”

“Yep.” Y/N plopped down on the couch again, hugging the pillow to her chest. “He wouldn’t make fun of me the whole time. He’d probably even quote the lines with me.”

“Oh, please.” Jin scoffed, but there was a hint of jealousy in his tone. “Jungkook doesn’t even like vampires." he lied, knowing damn well just how big of a Twilight fan Jungkook was too.

“At least he wouldn’t tease me about Edward and Bella,” she shot back, sticking her tongue out.

Jin leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re really bringing Jungkook into this? Fine. Next time I’ll invite him over, and we’ll see who he sides with.”

“Good. You’ll lose,” she said smugly, but her confidence cracked ever so slightly as her laughter bubbled up again. She knew full well that Jungkook, the ever-loyal maknae, would probably side with Jin just to gang up on her.

Instead of pressing the point, Jin reached out and pulled her close, tucking her into his side. “For the record,” he said softly, his dark eyes sparkling with a different kind of mischief now, “you’re way cuter when you’re laughing at me than when you’re planning movie marathons with Jungkook."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the warmth of his arm around her and the teasing lilt in his voice made her cheeks flush.

Nestling closer against the firm warmth of his chest, she rested her head on his shoulder. “For the record,” she murmured, “you’re way more annoying than Edward.”

Jin let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Annoying, huh?” he said, tilting his head to look down at her. “I think you mean irresistible.”

Y/N lifted her head to meet his gaze, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I mean exactly what I said,” she teased, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her words.

Jin’s smirk softened, and his dark eyes searched hers for a brief, tender moment. “You’re lucky I like you, even if you have terrible taste in movies,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“And you’re lucky I tolerate you,” she shot back, though her voice wavered as he leaned in closer.

Their laughter faded into a quiet, charged stillness. Jin’s hand brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle, and before she could think of another playful retort, he closed the distance between them.

His lips met hers, soft and unhurried, and Y/N felt the world melt away. The teasing, the tickling, even the faint strains of Bella’s Lullaby in the background—all of it dissolved into the warmth of the moment.

The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the steady warmth of his touch and the faint buzz of her heartbeat in her ears. When he pulled back, Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before he leaned closer again, this time nipping playfully at her neck.

She squeaked in surprise, swatting at his chest. “Jin!”

“What?” he said, grinning as his dark hair fell into his eyes. “I thought you liked vampires. Just trying to stay on theme.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, laughing as she shoved at his shoulder, though the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“And you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he shot back, tugging her back into his arms.

Y/N sighed dramatically but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips as she nestled back into his embrace, “You’re still more annoying than Edward.”

“I’m way more fun," he murmured against her hair, his grin audible in his voice,

Y/N huffed, though her smile only deepened. “Fun, huh? More like annoying.”

“Fun,” Jin repeated, his voice playfully coaxing. “Trust me, if you spent more time with me, you’d see it.”

“I’ve spent plenty of time with you,” she teased, shifting slightly to get more comfortable against him.

He chuckled, his fingers tracing gentle circles against her back. “Well, what if I add a little more excitement?”

Before Y/N could respond, Jin leaned down once more, his lips brushing softly against her neck. She let out a breathy laugh, the sensation sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

“Jin!” she exclaimed, squirming beneath him.

“What?” he said innocently, flashing her that mischievous grin again. “You can’t resist. Admit it.”

“I can resist,” she insisted, though her voice wavered with amusement.

“Hmm,” Jin hummed thoughtfully, his dark eyes locked onto hers with playful intensity. “I’m not convinced.”

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, trying to suppress the grin tugging at her lips.

“And you’re too easy,” he teased back, nipping at her skin once more, a bit harder this time, just enough to leave a faint mark that made her gasp softly.

Y/N swatted at him again, though her laughter betrayed any annoyance. “Stop! You’re going to leave a mark.”

“That’s the idea,” he replied, pulling back with a wink. “A little souvenir for you.”

“Jin…” her hips bucked up to meet his.

“Hmm?” he hummed, settling back into the warmth of her embrace, his fingers idly threading through her hair. His lips moved back to meet hers, letting his tongue beg for an entrance she easily granted him.

Y/N let out a soft sigh when he pulled away, immediately missing the feel of his lips on hers, “Fine,” she murmured, her voice lower this time, “you win.”

“Always,” Jin said smugly, pulling her even closer, his lips pressing to her temple in a tender, lingering kiss.

Jin sat up, pulling Y/N up with him, settling her on his lap. Her oversized shirt rode up exposing her thighs as she sat on him. His eyes wandered down to the delicious flesh and his hands followed as he gripped her thighs. "Wanna take a bite of these next," he murmured almost to himself.

"I think you've teased me enough today," she huffed, her bottom lip jutting out. That alone almost made him lose it. He moved his hand up to run his thumb over her lip.

"So pretty," he looked in her eyes and leaned in to kiss her again - making her forget her thoughts.

"Want you…" she mumbled against lips, practically feeling his own curve up into a smile.

"Yeah? Was it the biting? Did that do it for you?"

Her face flushed and her breath hitched, giving her answer away before she could even speak.

"You already knew that though," her pout returned to her face, getting squirmier on Jin's lap.

He laughed, giving her another peck, "Yeah, maybe I did,"

Jin's hands found themselves sneaking into her shirt, slowly lifting it off of her. "God," he sighed, discarding her shirt before moving to cup her bra less breasts in his hands. "Wanna mark these too, baby…" his hand crept up to her neck lightly tracing the hickie he left earlier.

He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his fingertips. He slowly wrapped that hand around her neck. Adding just enough pressure to make her gasp. Jin chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her again. He trapped her lips in his, swallowing her moan as he tweaked her nipple with his free hand.

His hands traced her soft skin, gently memorizing every curve in his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair, fingers carding through it as he kissed her.

After they pulled away, his lips ghosted over hers, fighting the urge to crash into each other again.

Both breathing heavily, Jin’s forehead rested against hers again. “You have no idea how much I want you too” he murmured, his voice hoarse, his hands steady on her hips. “Tell me if you want me to slow down.”

Y/N shook her head, her fingers sliding down to trace the line of his jaw. “Don’t stop,” she said, her voice firm.

Jin nodded hurriedly as he shifted them around to give him enough room to roll down his dark sweats. After he pulled them down along with his underwear, just enough to free his cock from the restraints it had been in, he started to work on moving Y/N's panties aside. His long fingers delicately traced along the wet patch at the center of her underwear, his plump lips curved up into a smile.

He pulled the thin fabric aside, exposing her glistening folds. His finger ran up and down her pussy, teasing her entrance.

"Seokjin," she gripped his shoulders, adjusting herself on his lap.

"I know, sweetheart," he cupped her face and pulled her in for another kiss before aligning himself with her pussy. She lifted her hips and then slowly sank herself down on his length. She winced at the stretch as he filled her up.

"Fuck," she cursed, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she adjusted to the length. A shiver ran down Jin's spine feeling her soft lips start to leave a trail of wet kisses along his neck.

Y/N’s lips grazed Jin’s neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses against his skin, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. His hands tightened gently on her hips, grounding them both. He hissed as her teeth grazed his neck.

Jin let out a sharp breath when her teeth sank deeper in his neck, the tension in his muscles betraying how much he liked it.

And of course, Y/N noticed.

"Not the only one with a vampire kink now, am I?" she teased, licking over the spot she just bit.

"So you are admitting it's a kink now," he laughed, moving his face to capture her lips with his.

"Shut up," she grumbled against the kiss. squeezing her walls around him enough to make him moan against her lips.

Y/N started to move her hips up and down his length, feeling him deep inside her each time their hips met. Jin gripped her ass firmly, taking the opportunity to sink his teeth into her lower lip.

"Faster, baby, please," his voice strained as he pulled back from their shared kiss. A string of their mixed saliva still keeping them connected when he pulled back.

She nodded, unable to make coherent words, as she sped the movement of her hips. She rocked herself back and forth letting his cock brush against her swollen clit.

"Jin… I'm close," she whined, her legs shaking from the building orgasm that was about to hit her like a wave.

"I've got you," he wrapped his strong arms around her and laid her down on the couch, briefly pulling out of her to have her lay on her back before finding him home back between her legs.

He pulled her panties aside and started to draw lazy circles on her clit as he entered her again. With long, deep strokes that made her eyes roll back.

"Wanna cum together.." he stroked her face, fingers lingering on her swollen, just bitten lips.

Y/N nodded, opening her lips to take him thumb in her mouth, looking up at him like he'd hung the stars for her. She sucked on his thumb, her breasts bouncing with the increase pace of Seokjin's thrusts.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his torso, feeling herself getting closer. She took in the sight of her boyfriend hovering above her, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, the veins showing in his biceps as he supported his weight, his delicious pink lips just tempting her to take a bite.

It was all too much. Between the sensations Jin was providing between her thighs and the sight of him, the most beautiful man, she got the pleasure to call mine… Her orgasm rocked through her body.

She panted his name as he continued to fuck her through it.

It wasn't long before he followed. His cock twitching as her creamy walls hugged tightly around his length.

After he came, he stayed inside her for a little longer, both of them trying to catch their breaths. The post orgasm glow adorning their faces.

Y/N winced at the loss when Jin finally pulled out. He adjusted her panties back to cover her pussy and laid down on the couch, pulling her on top of him to have her rest on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat in the stillness of the moment.

Her head nestled in the crook of his neck, the quiet rhythm of their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. His fingers idly traced patterns along her back, the soothing motion making her feel weightless.

Just the two of them wrapped in the warmth of each other.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV, still paused where she’d left it. Jin broke the silence first, his voice low and tinged with playful mischief.

“So,” he began, a grin audible in his tone, “bitten and smitten?"

Y/N groaned at his joke, lovingly rolling her eyes at him.

Jin smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It didn’t take much to make you forget all about the movie, did it?"

“Maybe because someone kept distracting me,” she shot back, though her lips curved into a smile.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug, leaning down to kiss her head. “And now you’ll associate that lullaby with me forever. You’re welcome.”

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thank you all for reading ♡ ilysm! i hope you enjoy!

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[ticklygiggles]

Definitely not ticklish | Wanderer x Lumine x Lyney

A/N: Merry Christmas in advance, @kusuguricafe ! I am your @squealing-santa this year! ❤️ Whoa it had been a hot minute since I participated hehe.

Anyways, I wish you a looovely Christmas, if you celebrate it! I hope you like your little gift ^^ and have a month full of warmth and a good start of the year! Wishing you the best mwah 💕

Summary: Wanderer's face is really pretty.

Words: 2.7k

He never thought his face was particularly extraordinary. He always avoided looking at his own reflection on any surface; his face was just a reminder of his imperfections and he hated it deeply. 

He never paid much attention to it... until recently when he started being hyper aware of it. All because of a certain magician who deliberately enjoyed looking at him. 

Wanderer had never met anyone like Lyney. At first, he seemed like just a goofy boy, outgoing and too smiley for Wanderer's taste, but as time went by, Lyney let his true feelings show and he did not always show that bright smile and flirtatious attitude in front of Wanderer.

It was strange to see him like this. His duality worried and even made Wanderer stay alert all the time around him, but routine made everything change and he soon got used to the magician and all his little traits and stupid jokes and magic tricks that didn't surprise Wanderer at all. 

However, there was one thing Wanderer just couldn't get used to…

“G-Give me some space!” He growled, trying to get away from Lyney. 

“Hehe, sorry sorry,” The wizard apologized, but the huge smile on his face and his flushed cheeks let Wanderer know that he was not sorry at all. 

Lyney was simply obsessed with Wanderer's face. There wasn't a day that went by when Lyney didn't mention how beautiful Wanderer was. It was an everyday occurrence, at any hour. And if his face wasn't being appreciated by Lyney's words, then it was appreciated by his violet eyes fixed on him as he smiled fondly. 

Wanderer never knew what to do when that happened; he felt uncomfortable, embarrassed even, if he needed to name that feeling properly. He wanted to hide from Lyney stares, but also try to act as if it didn't affect him as much as it did.

“I told you to stop!” 

“I can't help it! You're just so beautiful!” 

Wanderer groaned. This was such a terrible feeling. He wished he never agreed to being in a stupid relationship with Lyney and have a date in this stupid Serenitea Pot while he was being stared at!

By the corner of his eye, he could see Lyney was staring at him again and Wanderer rolled his eyes and turned his head away from the magician, who was almost glued to his side to look at him properly. Lyney chuckled and Wanderer jolted a little when he felt him rest his chin against his shoulder.

“Ow, c'mon, Wanderer!” Lyney begged against his ear, his breathing caressing his soft skin, causing him to shiver. “Let me see your pretty face, yes?” 

Wanderer shook his shoulder, but Lyney didn't move away. “You're so annoying! You do this every day! You literally look at my face all the time, you can be without it for a while.” 

“No, I can't!” Lyney pouted, making his voice sound teary and sad. “I will die a very painful death if you don't let me look at your face right now!” 

“Then perish,” Wanderer said, closing his eyes and fighting the urge to rub at his ear as Lyney's breath fanned across the skin. 

Lyney whined, but ultimately stopped talking, although he stayed right where he was, glued to Wanderer's side.

Silence filled the room once more. Wanderer could only hear Lyney's soft breathing in his ear, the sound of running water outside, and the chirping of birds. As much as he said he hated the Serenitea Pot, he actually felt relaxed in it. 

Also, Lyney's body pressed against his was so warm, like a soft blanket. Wanderer felt himself beginning to lose consciousness. Lyney's hands gently touched his waist, startling him slightly before he relaxed under the soft touch. He was definitely going to fall asleep on that small table in the middle of the room. 

But when Lyney's fingers moved too close to his back, Wanderer jumped, his eyes wide as he gasped and stiffened.

“What's the matter?” Lyney asked worriedly, his head tilting slightly to see Wanderer's face, but he quickly turned away. 

“Nothing,” he said hurriedly, his hands quickly finding Lyney's. “Now, move away or I'm gonna– ack!”

A single poke to his waist. That was all it took for Lyney to know what was going on and Wanderer wanted to whine. Why was he so ticklish if he wasn't even human?! 

“Oh?” The teasing in Lyney's tone of voice sent shivers down Wanderer's spine. He could see Lyney's mischievous grin without even looking at his face! 

“Don't you fucking dare,” he warned, pushing at Lyney's hands. “I don't– ungh!” 

“Why didn't anyone tell me you're ticklish?!”

Wanderer gritted his teeth, refusing to let any stupid and embarrassing sound escape his lips. Evil fingers started to squeeze the curve of his waist, making him want to crawl out of his skin. 

He could never get used to this terrible sensation. It made his brain feel like mush and he hated that it made him want to laugh so much. But above all, he hated that Lyney had found out about this! He had tried so hard to hide his stupid sensitivity from Lyney's prying fingers, but he had let his guard down.

“Ow, c'mon! Won't you laugh a bit for me?” Lyney teased with a little giggle, his lips brushing against Wanderer's ear.

Wanderer shook his head, desperately trying to keep his back to Lyney so he couldn't see how his trembling lips started to curve into a silly smile as the tickling continued, his eyes tightly shut.

“Oh? What's going on here?” Wanderer groaned as that sweet voice reached his ears. He straightened his back with a deep gasp when Lyney's fingers moved up towards his ribs.

Great, now the traveler was seeing this mess. 

“Lumine! Why didn't you tell me Wanderer is ticklish?!” Lyney reproached her and Wanderer could hear the pout on his lips. 

Lumine chuckled softly as she approached them, closing the door of her room behind her with one foot as she gracefully held a tray with cups of tea in one of her hands. 

“I didn't? Well, it seems that you know it now. You're doing it all wrong, though.” She said and Wanderer widened his eyes. No, she wouldn't dare! 

“What do you mean I'm doing it wrong?!” Lyney asked, offended. His hands moved away from Wanderer's body, and in a beat, he tried to get up, but was pushed back by Lumine. 

“Going somewhere?” That horrible smirk sent shivers down Wanderer's spine and he tried to scurry back but was met by Lyney's body and the magician giggled happily, hugging his waist from behind as if he was a stuffed animal. 

Wanderer whined, “stay away from me! No! Don't touch me th-thehehere! Ahahahack! I hahahahate you!” 

His body went crazy as he felt Lumine's warm hand gripping that terribly ticklish nerve above his hip. As soon as she began to squeeze that nerve, Wanderers' laughter shot hastily from his lips. He thrashed around, trying to push Lumine's hand away as he laughed uproariously. 

“Oh.” He heard Lyney say and Wanderer shrieked, feeling his other side being under attack too. He threw his head back against Lyney's shoulder, his body going a limp under their maddening touch. 

Wanderer had his eyes tightly shut, but he could hear Lyney and Lumine giggle above him as their fingers mercilessly chased those spots and his hips shook in desperation. 

“You see? He's very ticklish here,” Lumine said, using her free hand to grab one of Wanderer's so he would stop pushing hers.

“I'm n-nohohot!” His laughter was turning a bit frantic as their fingers kept rubbing and massaging those spots as if it was engraved in their minds how to make Wanderer laugh like a mad man.

But even as he laughed like that, he was never going to admit that he was ticklish. Even if Lumine's fingers began to claw up towards his ribs and he felt the desperation growing. His laughter turned more panicky and his flailing intensified, but he couldn't escape Lyney's embrace. 

“Did he just say he isn't ticklish?” Lyney asked and Wanderer wanted to hide when he heard them both laughing at him, still, he laughed the loudest. 

“Then, if he's not ticklish,” Lumine said, her fingers dangerously close to his highest ribs. “I'm sure he doesn't mind us doing this, right? Pin him!” 

“Aaahahack!” 

Their positions changed too quickly, but the tickling didn't stop for even a second. Somehow Lyney was able to push Wanderer onto his back and trap his hands under his knees, tickling him still just above his hip.

Lumine straddled his hips, but ultimately kept her fingers glued to Wanderer's highest ribs, making him nearly choke on his laughter. 

“STAHAHAP! Lehehet me gohoho, dahahammit!” 

“But why?” Lyney sang, moving his hands up to Wanderer's tummy, clawing at the very middle and rubbing his thumbs against the sides of his stomach. “You said you're not even ticklish, didn't he say that, Lumine?” 

Lumine nodded, “yes! I clearly heard him saying so!” 

Wanderer let out a stream of ridiculous giggles and he jerked like a worm, making his lovers giggle, so in love with all his struggling. Those sadists bastar- 

“NAHAHAT THEHERE!” He cackled, shaking his head as if trying to distract himself from the tickles to his armpits. He desperately tried to lower his arms, but Lyney had him pinned right and no matter how hard he bucked his hips and arched his spine, he simply couldn't push Lumine off him. 

The traveler skittered her fingernails up and down his ticklish armpits, making him see stars. She pinched the muscle, making him laugh hysterically, and then rubbed deep circles against the crease where his arm met his torso. 

Tapping, caressing, pinching and vibrating– she did every single technique she knew so well worked wonders on Wanderer and oh, he was laughing out of his head. 

Small tears of laughter began to cling to his long eyelashes, making them shine in the warm light coming through the window. 

“Whoa,” Lyney mumbled breathlessly. “Look how beautiful he is, Lumine.” 

Wanderer whined, but then he shrieked as the tickling to his armpits seemed to increase. Wanderer was so overwhelmed about the tickling there, he could barely feel Lyney's hand moving away from his stomach to his ribs. 

“He really is beautiful. Look how big he can smile, ah but remember he's not ticklish!” They giggled again, relentlessly tickling Wanderer to pieces.

Thankfully for him, Wanderer didn't need to breathe, but it caused his laughter to come out in a smooth, unbroken stream. Uninterrupted and unbroken, it simply didn't stop or pause for breath. His shoulders shook and his lips trembled as the mirthful sound filled the air like a steady hum. 

And that was simply so embarrassing when those two were abusing all of his sensitive spots until he was feeling somehow dizzy and lightheaded. At the verge of fainting, but at the same time, hyper aware of everything that was going on. 

“NOT TIHIHICKLING THEHEHERE!” He begged, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much. 

Lumine giggled. “Why are you even saying so if it doesn't tickle at all, or does it?” 

“NOHOHO! It dohohoesn’t!” He knew perfectly well that his words weren't helping his cause at all, but still he couldn't help but challenge them because… he liked the sensation. 

It was extremely overwhelming, and made him want to scream and run away and cringe out of his skin, but at the same time, he liked that feeling of wanting to run away, he liked that he couldn't think of anything else but those fingers digging into all his weak points. 

He liked to hear how much fun they were having when tickling him; there was no malice in their intentions even if they said the most embarrassing things to make him feel flustered. He knew that the words they said about how beautiful he was or how precious his smile was were true and made him feel warm, loved. A sensation that was still strange to him and made him feel uncomfortable, but good at the same time. 

“Do you want to tickle him here?” He heard Lumine ask as she stopped tickling his armpits for a bit.

Wanderer's laughter stopped dead. His face was still wearing a lingering smile and his eyes were sparkling with tears of mirth as he looked at Lumine. His body went limp, suddenly still as if the laughter had been switched off like a light.

“I'm gonna show the absolute, number one, weakest spot on this not-so-ticklish Wanderer,” she said with a big smile on her lips and Wanderer widened his eyes, pulling at his arms and kicking his legs as he shook his head. 

“Don't you dare! I swear if you- ahahahack! Lyney! Dohohon't!” 

The nerve-ending melody of his laughter filled their ears again when Lyney started tickling his armpits. He had learned so well from that silly traveler, who was spreading Wanderer's legs even though he was trying to resist and she got in between them, laughing mischievously.

“Where on earth are you going to tickle him?!” Lyney asked with a deep blush assaulting his cheeks, his fingers faltering a little, but not enough to stop Wanderer’s laughter.

Lumine laughed, her fingers walking like little legs from Wanderer's knees to the inner part of his thighs, under his shorts. 

“Lehehet go! Lehehehet gohoho! Dohohon't do ihihIHIHIT!” Wanderer shrieked with hysterical laughter as Lumine's fingers found that meaty part so close to his groins. 

His trashing was no joke, he desperately tried to escape, but there was no way. So he could only stay there between them as they absolutely destroyed his ticklish spots and he spiraled into ticklish agony. 

“His inner thighs are so ticklish~” She said to Lyney as she squeezed and squeezed the muscle over and over, making Wanderer howl. “You gotta have him pinned, though, otherwise he'll kill you.”

“... He's not even ticklish though!” More of their giggles and Wanderer wanted the earth to swallow him whole. 

He really doubted that that terrible sound was coming from him. It was desperate, frantic and panicky. It was also loud, boisterous, scraping in his throat and bubbling out of his mouth nonstop, a steady rhythm that didn't falter. 

There was no way a human could resist that amount of tickling, but Wanderer would gladly try it out on these two humans as soon as they stopped! 

“Wanderer, why are you so pretty?” Lyney asked nonchalantly, as if he wasn't tickling Wanderer's armpits as if life depended on it. 

“Why do you have such a beautiful smile?” Lumine asked, massaging his inner thighs in the most ticklish way possible. 

“Why do you keep saying you're not ticklish when you can barely keep yourself together?” 

“Why are you laughing so hard if you're not ticklish?” 

“Why do you keep squirming if you're not ticklish?” 

“Why do you–

Enough! 

“FIHIHINE! FIHIHINE, DAHAHAMMIT! I'm fuhuhucking tihihicklish! PLEHEHEASE, please stohohop!” He begged, unable to keep fighting against them and simply going limp as they tickled and tickled and tickled him. 

He thought they would tickle him forever, but they eventually slowed down enough to make his hysteria turn into soft giggles and then complete sudden silence again. Everything was suddenly quiet, except for the faint echoes of his laughter ringing in their ears. 

“Did that tickle, Wanderer?” He jolted a little when he felt warm hands cleaning his tears. It was Lumine, looking at him with such love in her eyes it made Wanderer want her to tickle him again. 

“Our poor Wanderer. He's so ticklish~” He didn't get to answer as Lyney finally let go of his hands and helped him sit back up, his arms wrapped around his waist again, hugging him tightly. “Wanderer, I won't be able to stop tickling you ever again!” 

He groaned, “that's exactly why I didn't want you to know!” He said, but he didn't even sound annoyed and he really didn't do anything to try and escape the tight hug or the nuzzling and kissing to his neck. Lumine chuckled and she wrapped her arms around Wanderer's neck, placing little kisses to his cheek. 

Ah, he still wasn't sure how he had ended up with these two, but he thought he could never choose anyone better to be his lovers. Of course, that was something he would never dare to say out loud. It didn't matter how much they tickled him or how many times they told him he was beautiful! 

[the-kr8tor]

Carnival date with Hobie! Going on the arcades (that are definitely rigged) enjoying cotton candy together and the Ferraris wheel!

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Thank you for the lovely prompt, angel! 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), cw food mentions, Fluff

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You take a giant bite of your cotton candy, the sugar bursts into your mouth like fireworks. The bright neon lights make your eyes shine, all the beeps and boops from arcade machines are reminiscent of the time when you were younger. It's cold out, an evening breeze passes by, fluttering your lashes in the wind. It's freezing but Hobie's arm around your shoulders warms you through your bones.

“Don't eat it all, give me some.” His breath fans your cheeks, it tickles you a bit. “Oi, stop gettin’ distracted. Ahhh” he opens his mouth for you, waiting for you to feed him like a baby chick.

“Get those pinchers out of my face.” You giggle, quickly feeding a dollop of the sweet treat before he chomps down on your fingers. You've learned your lesson.

“Thanks.” He says through a mouthful. You wipe the corner of his lips clean of candy. He sticks his tongue out to the side with the intention to lick your finger.

“Nope, too slow!” you quickly move your hand away to his dismay.

“I will bite your hand off, you'll see.” Hobie says with a smirk.

“Uh huh, sure. If you can catch me”

“You better start running then”

Before you could sprint through the crowd, Hobie's arms are already around your middle, lifting you a few inches off the ground effortlessly. You giggle, trying to not get a lot of attention from the public.

You blame the candy for making Hobie more hyper than he already is.

“Give me your fuckin' hand” he cranes his neck down to try and catch your it, you cross your arms on your chest, tucking your hands inside.

“Nu uh!” Hobie squeezes you, continuing to walk like he's not carrying you. “So you're just gonna manhandle me the entire night?”

“No, I'll throw you in one of those duck ponds.” He laughs loudly as you wiggle your elbow right on his abdomen. You didn't know he's ticklish there, you are definitely gonna use that information in the future.

Your eyes light up, looking at the gigantic patchwork teddy bear hanging on to one of the arcade booths. “Look at that one!”

“D’you want that? I'll get that for you, yeah?”

“No, it's fine, it's probably rigged anyway.”

He nuzzles your neck, “I'll bet you a kiss that I can win that ugly bear”

“Deal.” You kick your legs out to try to walk on your own but he doesn't let go so you let him carry you the entire way to the booth, laying your entire weight on him.

He stops in front of the milk bottle tossing booth, an old man with large glasses mans the it, he picks up fallen balls, placing them neatly inside a small bucket.

“How much, bossman?” Hobie asks, his arms still carrying you.

“Five pounds per bucket. Looks like you've won a much better prize though” he chuckles.

“Yeah, ‘m lookin' for a replacement though” he points at the bear with his chin. His comment doesn't fly over you though, you huff, kneading his stomach with your elbow. Hobie yelps, letting you go. “See that, bossman? Need that bear more than ever.”

You make a mocking face, Hobie suddenly has an intense urge to pinch your nose. But he doesn't, maybe he'll do it once you two get home.

He hands the old man the bills in exchange for the bucket.

“You've got four tries to bring the three pyramids down. You do that and you get the bear.” The old man explains.

“That easy?” Hobie says smugly.

The man chuckles, the same smug smile on his lips. “That easy. Good luck.”

Hobie turns to you as he's weighing the baseball in his hand. “Kiss for good luck?”

“I thought that was for after winning my prize?” despite you declining, you lean to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good luck and don't overdo it or you might give the man a heart attack.” You whisper close to his ear.

“And here I was preparing my arm to rocket this ball out of here” he chases your face, capturing your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

You poke his side, smiling as he takes aim. His arm extended like he's a professional, his muscles tensing through his shirt. You'd be lying if you said you weren't ogling him. Before Hobie throws the ball, he winks at you all suave, waking the butterflies in your stomach.

Clang!

The first pyramid bottle falls loudly. Hobie looks at you with a mischievous smirk, wordlessly saying. ‘I've got this’

He takes another ball, preparing to launch it. As you predicted, he turns his head towards you again but you're prepared this time, winking at him sweetly before he could do it.

He almost misses the bottles.

You tamp down your laugh when he looks back at you with a ‘how dare you’ face. You look at him innocently, fluttering your lashes.

After all that though, one after the other the bottles fall easily, the old man shifts uncomfortably, scratching his head. He surrenders, handing Hobie the bear.

“Told you I'll win it for you” the bear gets squished in the middle as Hobie tries his best to embrace you with the fluffy wall in between.

“I knew you had it,” you lean up so he could claim his prize. “You have super strength, cheater.” you say against his lips, he could only get a fraction of a second of your lips before you pulled away. He blinks, shaking his head.

“Thought we had a deal?”

“Claim it in the ferris wheel?”

“You cheeky fucker”

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After lining up for the ride and numerous bites of a shared funnel cake, you and Hobie hop on to the pod, the capsule shakes as he pushes in the bear to fit inside. The worker manning the ride sighs exasperatedly.

Hobie sits it across from you, scooching to make way for him, he sighs, all tired out from the labour.

The worker closes the door, the ferris wheel starts up, slowly moving your pod up.

“Your bear is on thin ice” He glares at the toy, the fluffy head tilting comedically. You laugh while Hobie casually snakes his arm around your shoulders, bringing you Impossibly closer to the already small space.

You don't mind it though, laying your head on his shoulder, reaching blindly for his hand, he half hugs you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You good?” his voice muffled by your skin.

“Better than good. Happy” you inhale his cologne, relaxing your muscles. You swear you're melting on the spot. “You?”

“You already know the answer, lovie” he cranes his neck closer to you, ignoring the ache in his nape. Hobie then presses a handful of kisses on your temple, each one sweeter than the last. He holds off with his joke about pushing the bear off the ride.

The ferris wheel halts to a stop when your pod reaches the top, you cling tighter to Hobie. The view takes your breath away, the shining lights below look like stars, the skyline looms on your right, just seeing it makes you crave web swinging with Hobie. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

The ride starts back up again with a sudden lunge, a mechanical whirring in the background. You yelp, Hobie grips your shoulder, circling his thumb over your skin comfortably.

“I've got you.” He reassures.

“I know you do” You squeeze him, moving his face downward by his chin, guiding him closer to your lips.