things are, as per usual, being... the way things tend to be. in my head. and my appreciation for the lot of you should not give way to the bitterness i've been feeling over my shabby creative performance and input within the fandom's context.
tl;dr when nonsense and harmless fun makes you upset or sad, you step the fuck back and venture out into the desert to find god the creator.
so i'm stepping back to engage in religious fasting and hermitage-inspired delirium. is that what the children call "locking in"?
will post things, should i stop being a little bitch. will not, however, engage with new posts for some time. so basically you'll just see me throw things up into the ether and then dip.
for a few days, at least.
this post is for nothing really because none of this matters or is of any significance, but for some reason i felt the urge to explain myself.
Tests: The eternal bane of everyone who hasn’t given time to prepare for the test.
Or, who didn’t have an effective cheat sheet
Granted, Nora would be killed on the spot if Goodwitch caught her cheating. But, she had a fool proof plan! It was so brilliant, you could put a hat on it, and call it a Sloth!
She just needed to use her new found psychic connections to contact her, Fearless Leader, and get the answer for question #72 of this stupid test!
Nora: (Jaune? Jaune…? Jaune~?)
Jaune did nothing, but continued to work on his test. Nora groaned in her throat as he just kept working on.
Nora furrowed her brow as she decided to up her telecasts to Jaune.
Nora: (Jaune! Can you hear me! Jauney! Can you hear me!)
Jaune just kept on writing away at his test.
Nora: Grrrrr…! (Jaune! Jaune, answer me! Jauney! Pyrrha, I want your babies!)
Jaune stopped working on his test to look around the classroom for a moment before going back to his test.
Nora smiled in glee as she realized she was getting through. Now she just needed to up the messaging!
Nora: (Jaune! Velvet thinks you’re cute! Coco would bang you too! Hell! I even want to see what it's like to bang an Empath! Jaune! Answer me! Will you show us women what it's like to bang an Empath! Jaune! Jaune! JAUNE!!!)
Jaune flinched, hard as if someone was screaming in his head. Jaune sighed deeply as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.
Jaune: (Yes, Nora… Do you need something?)
Nora: (Yes! Ahahahaha! I did it! YES!)
Jaune: (Yes, congratulations, you are the first to establish a Mental Link with me. But, why did you decide to do this in the middle of class?)
Nora: (Ah! Yes! I was wondering if you could help me…)
Jaune: (No I will not help you cheat.)
Nora: (But, why?!)
Jaune: (You’re not going to use my empathic abilities to help you cheat.)
Nora: (Nahhh… Wait! How do you know I’m trying to cheat?!)
Jaune: (It's a hard test to complete, and I can feel your frustration like a burning inferno. It wasn’t a massive leap of logic.)
Nora looked to her side to see a thick heavy book had landed on her head, but the odd thing however was that it was just hovering there in the air. She then noticed how everyone was looking at her with a confused look across their faces, before all watched and followed the book returned to its owner.
Nora: Oh no…
Glynda: That was a reminder that you are working on your test, and that you shouldn’t use your leaders telepathic abilities to cheat.
Nora recoiled in fear before hissing at Jaune.
Nora: You told?! You fink!
Glynda: Miss Valkyrie.
Nora: Yes, Ma’am!
Glynda: Get back to your test. If you try this again, I will fail you, and you will be forced to retake the test again. Understood?
Nora: Understood, Ma’am!
Glynda: Good. Now get back to work. That goes for the rest of you. Back to work.
Soon the sounds of the flapping of papers, and the scribblings of pencils refilled the room as Nora begrudgingly went back to the test as she heard Jaune's laughter echo in her mind.
Nora: (Shut it. You tattletale!)
Jaune: (Haha~! Gotta teach you not to cheat somehow.)
Nora: (Jerk.)
Jaune: (Just focus on finishing the rest of the test; You should be able to figure out the answer to question #72 that way. Okay?)
Nora: (Okay…)
Jaune smiled as he severed their connection as he went back to work. But, his eyes glanced upward to see a familiar pair of eyes looking at him.
Jaune: (I didn’t tell her the answer.)
Glynda: (I know you wouldn’t. I just needed some assurance as your teacher.)
Jaune: (Haa… Okay, fair. Now if you excuse me, I have to get back to my test.)
Summary: All of Bachira's friends are getting their tickly revenge on him one by one, but they're also being awfully secretive about something. Bachira is determined to find out what it is, and only one person has the answer - Isagi.
A/N: I've wanted to write an "everybody gets revenge on Bachira" fic for a while, but I didn't want it to be the standard "ganging up on him" style. It was important to me that they come at him one at a time, building confusion and anticipation, so I finally sat down to grind it out, and it worked out beautifully that I could also make it a holiday story. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing! Enjoy, and Happy Holidays! 💖
Word Count: 3530
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It was December 20. AKA, the last day in Blue Lock before they were released for the holidays, and Bachira was feeling…well, kind of down, if he was honest.
It wasn’t that he would miss Isagi – they’d already arranged a couple of meetups during their time off, so that was handled. And it wasn’t that he wasn’t looking forward to hanging out with his mom again. He loved her to death and was excited to exchange gifts with her, never minding that he still had to actually go out and buy them since he’d been stuck in Blue Lock during the holiday shopping period. It was just…something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the thought of being allowed to leave tomorrow made him kind of sad.
It wasn’t until he bumped into Raichi of all people that he understood what was bothering him.
“Oi, watch where you’re going,” the blonde spat automatically, then did a double take when he saw the smaller boy. “Yo, what’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to cry. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Liar.” Raichi crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe, not allowing the bobcut boy to pass by him into the next room. “What’s up?”
Bachira was more surprised by his friend’s insistence than anything. Raichi was one of the last people he’d have thought would care if something was bothering him.
“Nothing, I’m fine. Just bummed to say goodbye to everyone tomorrow.”
“You know we’re back in two weeks, right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“You sure that’s what’s really up?” Raichi twisted his head to crack his neck, and suddenly Bachira felt like he was in imminent danger. “It has nothing to do with anything else?”
Bachira took a hesitant step back. “I don’t know what you’re—”
Suddenly the blonde had him by the wrist, yanking him into a bear hug that would have shocked the smaller boy a lot more if the reason for said “hug” wasn’t immediately clear.
“Gah! Ahahahaha, wahahahahahait, no!” Bachira squealed, gripping Raichi’s Blue Lock-issued sweater and snickering into his chest as the taller boy’s fingers squeezed up and down his sides. “Whahahahahat are you dohohohohoing?”
“The hell do you think I’m doing? I’m getting you back for all those times you snuck up on me,” Raichi grumbled good-naturedly, hands briefly drifting down to his hips before flying back up to his ribs instead. “Ah fuck, can’t have Isagi thinking I’m hitting on you.”
“Lihihihihihihike he’d be wohohohohohorried about you!” Bachria giggled without thinking, his playful instincts taking over the more his friend tickled him.
Raichi scoffed. “What, you don’t think I’d be good boyfriend material?” He grasped the other boy’s ribs firmly and begun to dig and knead with precision, causing Bachira to arch and shriek with giggles.
“Ahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohot my type! Ehehehehehehehehe!”
“Oh, is that so?” Raichi teased, dropping back down to his waist and squeezing his hips. When the smaller boy tossed his head back and squealed with laughter, the blonde chuckled and said, “There’s that smile. My work here is done.” Then, just as quickly as it had started, it was over, and Raichi was giving Bachira a playful shove before continuing the way he’d been going when they bumped into each other. “Seriously, though, watch where you’re going!”
Bachira leaned against the doorframe, still grinning and letting out soft giggles as he caught his breath, his mind whirring. He shook his head in confusion. What had that been about?
But it didn’t matter. He couldn’t complain, not when someone other than Isagi had finally been willing to mess with him a little. He felt several pounds lighter when he finally regained his bearings and continued on his own way.
~
“Hey, Bachira,” Chigiri called when he entered the redhead’s room.. “I’m glad I got to see you before tomorrow. I have something for you.”
“For me? But it’s your birthday in a couple of days. I was coming to give you your gift.”
The blush on Chigiri’s cheeks told the other boy that he already had an idea of what that “gift” might be. Still, he shook his head and got to his feet, waving him over, kneeling as though to reach under the bed. “I insist. Come on over here, I know I put it somewhere…”
None the wiser, Bachira strolled over to stand at his side, unaware of the trap he’d walked into until it was too late.
In a flash, Chigiri shot to his feet, grabbed Bachira’s shoulders, and shoved him down onto the bed, grinning triumphantly.
“Oh! M-My, missy, I’m flattered, but I already have a bohohohohohoyfriend! Ahahahahahaha, whahahahahahat?!” Bachira laughed when Chigiri plunged his fingers into his upper ribs, only centimeters from the prize he’d clearly been going for before Bachira clamped his arms down instinctively.
Despite being thwarted, the redhead laughed along with him and quickly moved to straddle his waist to keep him pinned. “This is what you get for all those times you tickled the crap out of me for no reason!”
“It wahahahahahasn’t for nohohohohoho reheheheheheason!” Bachira protested, only squirming a little as he took his punishment. “I lihihihihihike seeheheheheheheheeing you smihihihihihile!”
“Tch. Now who needs the boyfriend reminder? Are you flirting with me?”
“Nehehehehehehehehever! Nahahahahahahahagi would kihihihihihihill me!”
Chigiri laughed, taking one of his arms and trying to pry it open so he could get to the good spot. “What about Isagi?”
“He’d understahahahahand – AH! Nohohohohohohohoho, Chihihihihihihigiri!” Bachira tossed his head back and absolutely cackled when the redhead at last managed to scribble into his armpit, his free arm flailing desperately. “Nohohohohohohohot thehehehehehehehehere! It tihihihihihihihihickles!”
“Does it?” Chigiri taunted, grinning, using the same exact tone of voice Bachira had used on him several times before. “I couldn’t tell~”
It was a few more minutes before the redhead finally let him go, and several more after Bachira had stumbled out of his room before he realized he’d never given Chigiri his own tickly sendoff.
Oh, well. It had been worth it!
~
“Oh, hey, Reo. Have you seen Isagi? I can’t find him anywhere.”
It was a while later, and Bachira had been up and down every hall of Blue Lock, searching for his boyfriend. He had no idea where he could have gone, or how he could have looked almost everywhere and not found him yet, but it was possible his boyfriend was looking for him too and they kept walking circles around each other.
To Bachira’s surprise, Reo looked startled upon seeing him, eyes darting around as though searching for an escape. But before he could open his mouth to ask why, he’d been shoved up against the wall with tickling fingers in his belly.
“Ah! Whahahahahahat, you toohohohohohohoo? Whahahahahahat is hahahahahahappening today?!” Bachira cried, giggling helplessly and curling up despite himself, though inside his heart was soaring. He hadn’t been tickled by anyone but Isagi in so long, he’d forgotten how fun it was when someone new was playing with him, finding his spots for the first time.
Reo smirked. “I take it I’m not the first, then. Who else has gotten you already?”
“Rahahahahahaichi and Chihihihihihigiri,” Bachira replied, squealing when Reo darted around to scribble at his spine. He halfheartedly shoved at the purple-haired boy’s shoulders.
“Raichi got to you before me? Damn. I gotta be faster than that.”
“Is thehehehehehehehere a muhuhuhuhuhutiny or sohohohohohomething? Why is eheheheheveryone after mehehehehehehe?”
“Oh, you don’t know?” Reo’s smirk turned evil. “At least I have that going for me. Consider this payback for always tickling me!”
Bachira was so confused, but he was beginning to detect a pattern. Everyone who had gotten him so far was someone he’d tickled multiple times in the past but never been able to provoke into fighting back. Well, except Raichi, but again – it had been a while. Had they been scheming together, waiting for the same day to gang up on him? The thought made him incredibly happy.
Finally Reo let him go, ruffling his hair playfully. “Heh, all right, I think that’s sufficient. You good?”
“Y-Yeah,” Bachira giggled, more breathless with every random tickle attack he endured today.
Reo jabbed a finger over his shoulder. “I just saw Isagi heading to the showers. He’ll probably head back to your place when he’s done.”
Their place. Even though they technically shared a room with others in Blue Lock, Bachira thought it sounded nice for them to be lumped together like that, as if it was a given that they shared the same space.
“Thanks, Re-Re,” the smaller boy replied, just barely holding himself back from elaborating on the double meaning of his gratitude.
Reo seemed to get it anyway. He smirked, saluted, and went on his way.
~
When he felt a weight settle on his legs, Bachira stirred from his impromptu nap and hummed contentedly. Without opening his eyes, he murmured, “Hey, Yocihi~”
“Yoichi?” a voice that was decidedly not Isagi’s replied, and Bachira’s eyes snapped open. He’d assumed his boyfriend was the one who was sitting on him since they were in “their room,” and none of their roommates were that familiar with him.
But instead of black hair, he saw white, and instead of blue eyes, intent gray ones.
“Nagi?” he stammered, genuinely surprised, though his heart began to race in anticipation anyway. He had a feeling he knew what was coming by now. “W-What…what are you doing in here?”
“What do you think?” Nagi replied, leaning back with ease to scribble at Bachira’s bare feet.
Bachira whined briefly, then dissolved into giggles, gripping the bedsheets beside him to ground himself. “Et tu, Bruhuhuhuhuhute?”
“Like you don’t deserve it,” Nagi said with a smile, keeping his touch blessedly light compared to those who had come before him. “Besides, I think you’ve always wanted me to get you back one day. Haven’t you?”
He couldn’t deny it, so instead the bobcut boy nodded through his snickering, unconsciously crossing his feet one over the other again and again, trying to evade the tickly fingers sending playfully unbearable sensations up his spine.
“You should know,” the white-haired boy continued, grabbing onto one of his big toes without even looking behind him and ruthlessly scratching at the ball of his foot with one finger, “the only reason I haven’t done this yet is because I’m lazy, not because I didn’t want to.”
“It’s okahahahahahahay,” Bachira managed through his helpless giggling, beginning to squirm at the more intense tickles. “I knehehehehew you’d cohohohohome around!”
“Well, when Isagi talked to me, I figured it would make a decent Christmas gift, since I won’t see you over the holidays.”
Isagi? “He tahahahahahahalked to you? About whahahahahahat?”
Nagi’s eyes widened. “Oh. I thought you knew by now. Well, you’re not getting anything out of me today.” Then he rapidly switched tactics and squeezed his knees, scribbling all over them and earning more squealing giggles. “It’s my turn to make you surrender.”
~
When Yukimiya poked his head into the room a while later, Bachira took one look at him and curled up defensively, grinning wide. The bespectacled boy laughed. “The jig is up, huh? What number am I?”
Bachira had already lost count, and with the taller boy approaching him with teasing wiggling fingers, all coherent thought flew out of his head. He was giggling before Yuki even reached him. “I dohohohohon’t know – fihihihihihive or six?”
“How’s your stamina?”
The younger boy was grateful he’d been asked. “F-Fine…just not too rough, yeah?”
Yuki grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him into a more prone position, then straddled his thighs and got to work tickling Bachira’s belly and sides, drawing out happy (if a little tired) laughter. “You’re never too rough with me, so I have no reason to be rough with you. But I’m definitely going to get my share, so buckle up, buttercup!”
~
Bachira went from excited, disappointed, nervous, and relaxed all in the span of about two seconds. The boy sitting on the field stretching was Rin, not Isagi, but Bachira had no fear walking up to him to ask after his boyfriend. It was unfathomable to him that after asking after him for half a day at this point, he still didn’t know where he was.
Unless Isagi was avoiding him.
Bachira shook his head. It was a coincidence, he was sure. Especially since at least two of his assailants had seen and spoken to him today at some point. There was a conspiracy going on, but he didn’t mind it. If anything he was wired, jumpier than usual, eager to see who would come after him next.
But Rin wouldn’t tickle him, not being the biggest fan of it himself, and so Bachira strolled right up to him and asked, “Hey, Rin-Rin, have you seen my boyfriend?”
Rin tensed for a moment, then his shoulders relaxed as he turned and glanced up at him. “You just missed him. He was in here asking if I’d seen you.”
“Really? Did he say where he was going?” Bachira asked, eager to finally be close to catching up.
“Think he was headed back to yours.”
“Ah! I just left from there. Okay – thanks, Rin!”
Bachira turned to leave him be, assuming that’s what he wanted, but at the last second he registered the muttered, “Sure, that’s all I’m good for. Getting you back with your boyfriend.” And he stopped, turning back in surprise.
Rin was already stretching again, seemingly unbothered, but his words hurt the smaller boy, and he sauntered back over, plopping down next to him in the grass.
Rin side-eyed him. “What are you doing?”
“Can I stretch with you?” Bachira asked, already crossing his legs and lifting his arms above his head, joining in the routine he remembered from his days on Rin’s team.
“What about Isagi?”
“We’ll catch up with each other soon. Right now I want to hang out with you.”
Rin was silent for a long moment, but finally rolled his eyes and went back to his routine. “You’re still so weird, bobcut.”
Bachira took that as acceptance, and soon the two were settled into a calming wind-down routine. The smaller boy was surprised to find how much it helped him to take a few minutes to just breathe, stretch, feel his muscles working and relaxing. He let out a contented sigh.
“You seem tense,” Rin observed after several minutes of silence.
Bachira smiled. “Not really. On edge, maybe. It’s been a weird day.”
“That’s rich, coming from you. What happened?”
For the first time, Bachira hesitated. What would Rin think about everyone coming after him today? Would he think it was stupid? Would he want to join in? No, no – definitely not that last one. Still, the dribbler blushed a little and murmured, “A lot of my friends have been, um…tickling me, today.”
“Have they.” Rin’s voice was flat, uninterested. Bachira was surprisingly relaxed by the tone. Everything was normal with him, at least.
“Yeah. It’s been fun, don’t get me wrong, but it’s been so random that I think my body is hyperaware of everyone else. It’s a little tiring is all. But I’ve been having fun!”
“You would.” Rin shot him a knowing look, his lips twitching in the barest hint of a smile. “You know why they’ve been doing it, right?”
Bachira glanced at him, surprised. “Most of them have said it’s overdue payback for me tickling them so much. A couple have said it’s a Christmas gift for me.”
“Sure, but Isagi’s the one who went around giving everybody permission.”
“Permission?”
Rin eased out of his stretch and leaned back, watching Bachira as he said, “Your friends haven’t been retaliating against you as much as they want to because they think that tickling is just something for you and Isagi.”
Bachira was startled. “What? No! Anyone can—”
“I know that now, but only because Isagi talked to me about it. He said you were sad because no one else was messing around with you like he does, and he realized how it probably looked to everyone, so he went around clearing it up today. That’s why everyone’s been coming after you. They’re finally off the leash.”
“Oh.” The smaller boy digested this information. It did make sense, and it would explain the couple of mentions he’d heard of Isagi interspersed with his friends being eager to tickle him like crazy throughout the day today. At this point he’d been gotten by nearly everyone. Everyone except…
Wait.
Bachira eyed Rin. “You said he talked to you, too? But you haven’t tried to tickle me.”
Rin raised a brow. “And?”
“Well…I guess I’m not surprised, but…everyone else has gotten their revenge, Rin-Rin.”
Rin’s eyes darkened with something Bachira couldn’t quite name. “You want me to tickle you, too? You’re not exhausted?”
“I mean…I’m getting there, but I’m not…totally exhausted yet.” The dribbler shifted in his seat, glancing at his friend and then away again. “It’s okay, I know it’s not your thing—”
And then he was facedown on the grass, Rin’s weight on his back, pinning him there. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” Then – without warning – the taller boy was scratching at the spot between his shoulder blades like a cat with a scratching post.
Bachira burst into the loudest laughter he’d let free all day, kicking his legs behind him uselessly and clawing at the grass. “AHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! RIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!!”
“I’ve been dying to get my revenge on you, bobcut,” Rin said over his hysterics, the hint of a smile in his voice for the first time. “But I wanted you to come to me, and I wanted your consent first. You’re always good about having mine before you attack me, you tickle psycho.”
“EHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE, RIN!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”
Rin was merciless, never changing his pace, never letting up. “Anyone else got you here today?”
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
“Damn right. Because they don’t pay attention like I do. I know from watching you and your boyfriend screw around that this is the spot to get you really screaming.”
“RIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!!” Bachira screeched, laughing into the ground, slapping his palms on the grass, the blades tickling his palms, only adding to his playful agony. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”
“Does it, now,” Rin replied, again in that flat, toneless voice. Only this time, it was meant to drive Bachira into further distress, and it worked all too well. The taller boy kept scratching at his shoulder blades with one hand while snaking the other around to dig into his armpit, drawing a desperate scream of laughter from the smaller boy. “Gosh, this must really, really tickle, huh? Just sooooo bad. I had no idea you were this ticklish, bobcut.”
Bachira laughed so hard he went silent, wheezing and gasping for breath and pounding the grass frantically with the arm that wasn’t clamped to his side protectively. “I give,” he pleaded, voice barely audible by now. “I gihihihihihihive, plehehehehehease, Rin!”
Thankfully Rin understood he was done and stopped his assault, climbing off of him and letting him roll onto his back to gasp for air, face dark red and mirthful tears leaking from his eyes.
“Damn, bobcut, are you going to live?” Rin asked, a hint of concern in his eyes as he watched the other boy recover.
Bachira nodded weakly, giving him a tired thumbs-up. “Just…gotta…catch…my breath…”
Rin snorted, morphing it into a cough to hide his smile. “Isagi will kill me if you die, so don’t die, all right?”
“You…got it…Rin-Rin.”
~
“There you are!” Isagi exclaimed as Bachira staggered back into their room for the second time today. It was blessedly empty save for him, thank goodness. The striker smirked. “Have a good day?”
Bachira all but collapsed onto the bedroll next to him, shimmying so his head was in Isagi’s lap. “You’re my favorite person in the whole wide world, you know that?”
Isagi was grinning so hard it was a wonder his face hadn’t split open. “Uh-oh, I know this Bachira. This is tickle high Bachira. They got you good, huh?”
“So good,” the dribbler murmured, nuzzling into Isagi’s lap as his boyfriend snatched up a blanket and draped it over him.
“I bet you’re exhausted now.”
“I want to sleep for a thousand years.”
At this, Isagi finally laughed. “If you do that we won’t get to hang out over the holidays!”
“Worth it.”
Isagi ran his fingers through Bachira’s short locks. “I hope it was okay to talk to everyone. You’ve just been so bummed about no one wanting to play with you, and I felt bad because I think they thought I’d be jealous or something…”
“I love you so much, Yoichi.” Bachira titled his head up to make eye contact, smiling sleepily up at his partner. “Thank you.”
Isagi relaxed, smiling back and leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’re welcome. I’m happy you had fun.”
“So much fun.”
“Merry Christmas, bumblebee.”
Bachira snuggled into Isagi even more and fluttered his eyes closed, his voice barely audible as he let sleep take him away. “Merry Christmas, Yoichi.”
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: when your father decided that you needed therapy, taking you to his dear friend dr. crane to treat and help you, you thought it wouldn't work at all, but it turned out to be everything you needed.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT(minors dni!!), noncon/dubcon, depression, cursing, crane is a mysoginistic prick, using therapy for unhinged reasons, smut, hair pulling, jonathan just being an creep, choking AND strangulation, dacryphilia, hitting, unprotected sex (safe sex its great sex!!), breeding kink, forced breeding, power dynamics, i think crane should be a warning himself, reader being borderline stupid and naive. also this has a lot of backstory i’m so sorry i got carried away lol.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.1K
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: omg my first fic on here!! this is also my first work on english and my first smut ever so i apologise in advance for any mistake!! i hope y'all enjoy it anyways ahahahaha live laugh love jonathan crane👏🏻 feedback its very appreciated so i can improve and continue to publish better works, anyways enjoyyyy 💓
𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁
It was awkward, to say the least.
You were sitting across from Doctor Crane in the couch at your dad's house, legs crossed as you watched him write on his clipboard, something about it making you feel anxious, a little nauseous, even.
This wasn't your first session, you started doing this four months ago, not long after your divorce that caused you to fall into a spiral of sadness and misery. Your failed— and short marriage was the main reason you started taking therapy with your dad's friend, the chief of Arkham, Jonathan Crane, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.
He was patient, you told him several times that he was a saint. Regardless, before you started with the sessions, he explained to your dad that he didn't really do this; therapy really wasn't his strong suit, but for a friend, a desperate one, he would gladly do it.
Your dad came to him, offering a big stack of money if he would talk to his little girl, make her recover her once joyful personality, like you had one to begin with. Jonathan really couldn't say no, and not really because of the money, he had other reasons in mind, unethical reasons.
And there you were now. You were quick to open up to him, eager to talk, to be listened and he, on the other hand, was ready to listen, to give you advice, console you and help you get through the sorrow that was following you since you were young, playing the role of your knight in shinning armor.
"I can't believe you don't actually do this" you said once, sniffling your nose with a handkerchief he gave you as he examined you with a warm gaze, an empathetic grin on his face. "You're really helping me"
Jonathan was quick to wave his hand and tell you that it wasn't a big deal, that he was just doing his job, and if you weren't so innocent, so stupid, you would have noticed the mischievous sparkle that flickered in his eyes for a split second.
You were landing right in the palm of his hand.
Not even thirty minutes into the first session you told him everything about your past; every little thing you thought he needed to know to treat you. And you were slightly right; he did need to know those things, but not to treat you, just to manipulate you and mold your little brain into what he was envisioning for you and your future together.
Truth was, you hated everything about your life, regardless of the fact that you had everything. That's what you've been told since you were a child; a big house, a lot of money, maids taking care of you so you wouldn't have to move a finger and just sit pretty and relax inside the walls of the huge mansion that confined you since you could recall.
You have everything. That was bullshit.
Sometimes, you couldn't help but think that people told you that out of pity, like they knew how miserable you felt, but not daring to say a word about it. Your dad was a powerful man, and you were aware of that, ever since you were born, he had bussines with Falcone and you knew that people feared him, he practically ruled Gotham, that lifeless and dangerous city that you had to live in.
You have everything. You were tired of that sentence. You didn't care at all about these nice things surrounding you, those dresses in your closet, those diamonds in your jeweler, that fancy car you owned since your eighteenth birthday, no, that was useless in your eyes, because all you really wanted, was love.
It was a lonely life; you learned how to do everything by yourself, how to comb your hair, how to deal with your period when it first came, how to dress up properly and do your makeup. You didn't even had to learn about boy problems because there weren't any boys in your life, you were homeschooled. So you were quiet, not really having to talk at all, there was nobody to talk to.
And since Jonathan was the only person you were talking to at the moment, you started to feel like you loved him, the idea sitting right with you without you even knowing it, thinking that this was how therapy normally went.
Loneliness striked your life at a young age; your mother died from a strange disease when you were eight, leaving you with a shattered heart thad bled everytime you walked past her bedroom, or saw a picture of her. You practically watched her die, a witness of how she lost her strength, how her once beautiful skin turned pale and yellow, and lost every little spark within herself, and the worst part was that all the money you had, couldn't even help her.
It was a deep wound that you carried with yourself, with nobody to talk about it.
Your father spent his days locked up in his office, and when he wasn't there, he was out in the city doing unthinkable things that you didn't even wanted to know about, leaving you on your own, having to fill all of those silent and empty rooms by yourself, with nobody to laugh with, nobody to hold you and see you grow. He wasn't really around, working all the time, too busy to know that his daughter didn't seem to care about all the expensive stuff he bought for her, not even taking the time to have dinner with you or hold a simple conversation. He loved you, you knew that, he just wasn't the type to show his affection with words or actions, but with gifts. And you hated everything about it.
But now, Jonathan was there, making you feel listened, finally saving you from falling into loneliness again. Your whole life, you thought you had a horrible sickness, that you were doomed to this awful destiny of sorrow and silence, but now, with his sweet words and good company, you couldn't be more than relieved.
You wished sometimes that you met him earlier, that this whole therapy stuff started before, and you even confessed it to him. And it irked him a little, that you didn't even remember how you two really met each other, hiding his annoyance with a warm smile.
Some months ago, your father started to brought you to parties he attended, parties were all the corrupts scumbags from Gotham reunited and celebrated how they were dragging the city to the gates of hell on their benefit, and you couldn't be more happy to attend them. You knew he was bringing you because he recently broke up with the young girl he carried with him— that was most likely your age, and needed a pretty thing to hang of his arm and take care of the people he didn't feel like talking to.
So you accepted this new life, eating up this role of socialite like it was made for you.
It was a chance to know people, to speak and make new friends, but you learned quickly that those people weren't there for that, and picked up on how mostly of the people who talked to you just wanted to climb up the social ladder and gain some extra points from your father.
He, even, introduced you to a couple of people that seemed close to your age, and you chatted with them, feeling extremely anxious because you weren't used to this, so it was weird to them seeing such a pretty woman, with your status and fortune, acting so shy and quiet in a place that your dad practically owned.
After a couple of hours, you learned the agenda. All you had to do was put on a fake smile, get them off your father's shoulders and pretend you were very interested in what they had to say, hiding your uncomfortable expression behind your glass of champagne, promising them that you would arrange a reunion with your father someday.
One of those nights, your father introduced you to someone, someone who you didn't pay much attention because he seemed to be uninterested too, only being there for the sake of his job.
"Pretty girl, come here" your father said, a cheerful tone of voice as grabbed you by the shoulder to get your attention, snapping you out of your train of thoughts. "I want you to meet my friend, Doctor Crane"
You looked at the man in front of your dad, his pale blue eyes already sizing you up discretely, looking at you up and down in a way that didn't go unnoticed by you, a shiver running down your spine as his eyes finally locked with yours.
You couldn't help but feel small under his gaze, your glass now forgotten in your left hand, the right one extended to take his and stretch it for a quick second, returning to your first position, his expression remaining serious.
"Nice to meet you" he spoke, his voice sounding like velvet in your eyes, not quite sensing the undertone behind it. "Your father told me wonders about you"
You grin, the irony of that sentence making you laugh a little, what wonders could your father know about you? But you kept your composure, the conversation not going any further, and you forgot about him fast enough, when in another of those annoying parties you met the love of your life — or so you thought.
That same night, when you went back home, you were thinking about spending the rest of your life with some guy that flirted with you at the bar, and Jonathan, prayed to whatever thing listening to him up there, that crossed your path with his again.
He practically obsessed with you, because it felt right. You were young, beautiful, wealthy and had a last name that could open even more doors for him, getting tired of saving Falcone's man of going to jail; you were an opportunity, tied to a nice pair of legs.
After a few weeks of stalking, it kinda broke his heart that naive as he expected you, you got married to the guy from the party; he told you then his name was Lewis, and now you doubted it that was even true.
You were finally going to get what you always wished for, a family, love. And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.
It was a dream that you were living in. A dream that shattered in front of you no longer than three months after.
After you contracted married with this man, you took care of the house, now learning all of these housewife duties that you didn't know anything about, but making your best effort to please him, to be the perfect woman ever created, departing from your old life and habits and adjusting them to his own.
You couldn't be more happy, regardless of your bad cooking, the bad-swiped floor and the half-done bed that welcomed you both every night, you finally had love.
It lasted three months. Your wholesome real life fantasy of a marriage destroyed when you found out, accidentally, that this man was just an employee of your dad, willing to get a promotion if he married you. At that moment, you didn't know who you hated more, if the bastard, or your dad who was literally bribing the bastard to love you.
But your dad only wanted to make you happy, tho.
You were embarrassed, not quite sure of how to tell this to Jonathan, because after all, he was there for you, just for the money your dad was paying him. Your cursed the day your dad became rich, because all of it was making you miserable and it felt like it wasn't going to stop.
At this point, a feeling of despite against you was growing within Jonathan, after a few weeks treating you, he quickly remembered why he didn’t chose this path of career, but remembering that he was there because of a major reason; a reason more important than your helpless cries for attention.
He was sick of you, all you ever did was complain in the commodity of your million dollar house, unaware that there were more important problems in the world. It isn’t completely your fault, Jonathan thought one day, you were just an ungrateful brat, and his work was to tame you, and he planned to do just that today.
"So," he startled you, narrowing his eyebrows, an expression in his face that you could only understand as concern. "remember, if you don't speak, I can't help you".
You chuckle and shift your weight in the chair, immediately feeling your eyes fill up with tears as you confronted the fact that you had to speak about it, right now. He was quick to offer you his handkerchief, as he always did and with shaky hands you took it, sniffling onto it, closing your eyes as you felt your whole body shake with each one of your cries.
You felt Jonathan put his hand on your knee, softy caressing the skin that his thumb could reach, opening your eyes and looking at his, Jonathan welcoming you with a pitying look. You put the tissue aside, both him being so close and his scent impregnated on the piece of fabric making you feel a little giddy, a little confused.
Why was your heart racing so much? He was your therapist, here to talk about your former husband.
Jonathan couldn't help but grin a little, knowing he was maybe breaking a rule here, touching you like this, being so close. He couldn't care less, after all, he wasn't here listening to you cry and bitch about your whole life for the sake of your well-being. He was here because he wanted you to break and get on your knees to him. Figuratively and literally.
"It's so embarrassing" you struggled to spit out "He didn't even love me, Doctor"
He hummed, dragging his chair so he was a little closer to you, you looked at him through your teary lashes and tried to keep it together, this wasn't the first time you cried in front of him, but the reason itself was enough to make you feel full of shame.
He didn't say anything, this being a motivation for you to continue.
"My dad was paying him" you murmured, cleaning the mascara off your cheeks. "It was all a lie"
The whole situation was absurd, what happened to you still felt like a sick joke they were playing on you, your dad and Lewis, probably waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the truth.
But that wasn't going to happen, right now the only thing that felt true to you was Jonathan. He set you up to that, and you blindly fell on his silly trap.
"Poor thing" he cooed you, moving his hand a little further up your thigh, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. A mastermind, that's how he felt. "How could they?"
That was all the mendacity he fed you with since you started seeing him, making you believe he was actually empathizing with you, full of loathe against everyone who hurt you, who dared to leave you alone, but now he was there, his task being to pretend to care.
"It's pathetic" you blurted out, leaning into his touch when his prying hand went up to your cheek. You really couldn't say anything more, crying against his hand like it was something you did every monday morning. "I'm so sad. I don't know what to do"
He shook his face, your eyes meeting his with a confused expression, black stained tears dropping on your lap and wetting his hand before he returned it and looked over his clipboard, pretending to think.
You were so vulnerable, ready for him to destroy. He finally got you where he wanted. He then explained you that you were so sad that it made you unaware of a lot of things, blinded by your own pity against yourself that every door that opened, you closed. It all came down to a thing; you needed a diagnosis.
He gave you a moment to process the information, ready to continue with his plan.
"Actually," he started, his tone now more firm, more strict, the one he used when you were approaching the end of the session. On the last one, he recommended you to touch yourself, to liberate oxytocin on your brain or something you really didn't understood.
It was almost evil from his side, he knew that your only thought while doing it would he him ordering you to do so.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, Y/N" he stated, making your heart skip a beat. "But I think you're sick"
You nearly gasped, the air got stuck in your throat, more tears gathering in your eyes. You lifted one of your hands to your chest, a million thoughts crossing your head as Jonathan's clever eyes examined your expression.
Bingo.
"Sick" you repeated after a moment, almost like you were making peace with the revelation. "How sick?"
It was an innocent question, your tone of voice shaking as your inferior lip trembled, holding it with your teeth in an attempt to not burst into tears again, your whole body feeling like it was going to break into a million peaces by how much you were shaking in the couch.
Jonathan was quick, standing from the chair he was on and taking a seat by your side, his hand swiftly placing in your knee. You looked at him confused, he never got this close, maybe your sickness was serious.
"What am I, Doctor?" you whispered, your eyes showing him a hint of fear that made him finally lose all his faked professionalism. "Depressed? Crazy?"
Both of you were dying of anticipation now; meanwhile you feared that you were going to get admitted to Arkham, Jonathan was seeing the golden ticket to the best future he could ever achieve, and all thanks to you.
"Oh, no, no" he purred, his hand making its way up to your thigh. "You're sick, not crazy"
You parted your lips as his hand moved more further, not really sure of what was happening, not daring to stop him, too scared of your mental health to think about anything else, not helping the way your legs started to part too.
A sudden gasp left your lips as his hand squeezed your tight, a smile you never saw on him appearing on his face. The crying stopped a moment ago, the surprise of having him so close making you go a little numb.
"I know what a girl like you needs" he said, almost sternly, like his hand wasn't centimeters away from your panties.
Was in that moment, that you knew this wasn’t about therapy anymore.
"You think so?" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but now for a whole different reason. "And what is it, Doctor?"
"To be fucked stupid"
It almost shocked you how he said that as it was a normal diagnosis, like he gave you a name of a medicine you could go and buy at any drugstore in town. You gulped and didn't move when his grip tightened on your leg, your face growing red.
A loud gasp escaped your lips when at your lack of response, Jonathan grabbed you hard by the jaw and forced you to look at him. Your eyes glistened with nothing but fear, your brows narrowing as you mumbled something that he really couldn't understand, and it wasn't like he wanted to.
"You're sick, Y/N" he repeated, more harshly this time, his hand moving your head as he spoke. "And I'm going to cure you"
He let go of your face to clasp his lips against yours, a kiss very far away from sweet, his mouth moving roughly against yours. You never had been kissed like this, so you tried to play it along, trying to show him some of the love you felt for him, that you thought you owed him.
But he didn't care if you felt loved during the kiss, trying to assert the dominance he held upon you, his hand now holding firmly the back of you neck to prevent you from pulling away.
It was a mess; your teeth clashed, drool was dripping from your chin as his tongue explored every space of your mouth, not leaving anywhere of it untouched. Your movements were a little stiff, unsure of what to do, trying to provide the sweetness that he lacked.
His hand moved to your the front of your neck and squeezed it a little, making you yelp in surprise, the sound muffled by his mouth. You tried to get away from the kiss, confused about his rough actions against you, a little scared of him even, almost like you didn’t trust him every little part of your brain in this same couch for the last couple of months.
But then it clicked on your foggy brain, he knew you, perfectly— you only knew his name, you didn’t know what this man was capable of.
You could only move a few centimeters away from his hungry mouth, your lips parted as tears welled in your eyes from the pressure he was applying to your neck.
“Stop” you managed to stutter, your breath mixing with his. “I can’t- breathe”
You doubted that he listened to you, your voice not coming out of your throat at all and getting stuck in your larynx, your voice-box completely muffled by his strong grip.
“Shut up, brat” he spitted, his tone sounding full of abhor, your eyes wide open as you felt the air leaving your body and your lungs starting to burn. “Always getting what you want”
You weakly placed one of your hands around his wrist, another attempt of gasp elicited from your agape mouth as he lifted his other hand and choked you with both, something in your dizzy mind telling you that he was possessed.
“Crying all the time- complaining” he continued, not caring if you were listening, the suffocation being to much to bare now. “So selfish”
And maybe he was.
Your brain was filled with fear, wondering how it all went from a kiss to this— almost getting killed by your therapist in your couch. You opened your eyes to meet his, feeling like your chest was on fire as there wasn’t any air flowing in, seeing how the blue of Jonathan’s eyes has darkened and his lips were parted as well, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he choked you to death.
Your eyebrows narrowed together in terror as you noticed that familiar tingly sensation in your lower belly and your thighs clenching together. Maybe it was something about him exercising this power over you, how you felt so feeble under his touch, that was probably leaving bruises on your neck for you to carry and show around what he was making you do it.
You didn’t have enough time to think about it, you were practically dying.
“And you are enjoying this?” he said with an amused tone, probably noticing how your thighs fragily contracted against one another.
You felt yourself slowly lose your consciousness when finally the relief came and the air started to flow again to your desperate lungs, taking long and loud puffs of air when his hand let go of your neck. Your erratic breath was interrupted by a loud moan that escaped you when Crane yanked you by your hair and shoved you to the floor.
He was quick yo position you between his legs, looking at you through his unfixed glasses, giving you a twisted smile that made you quiver in fear, that growing wet patch on your panties making you feel like a really sick girl.
“Doctor-” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he pulled your hair, withdrawing a mewl off your mouth. “Hurts”
“You talk when I tell you to talk” he snickered, adjusting the way his fingers gripped your hair. You thought that he might just pull out the strand he was tugging. “I’m sick of your whining”
You felt more tears well up in your eyes; not sure if it was from the pain in your head or how his words felt like a knife that landed right on your heart. You were confused, sad, angry— a little hot, too.
“I pay you yo listen to me” you said, your voice so shaky you were lucky he could understand you. You wished he didn’t understand you.
Another sort of moan left your lips as a hard slap made a landing in your cheek, your face turned to the side because of the impact. You closed your eyes in disbelief, a cry coming out as you felt helpless, wondering if this was some exposure therapy he was experimenting on you.
He repeated himself, instructing you to talk only when you were told so, nodding in defeat as you accepted whatever this was and continued to play along with Jonathan’s sick fantasy of controlling you, without even knowing it.
You looked at him with nothing but inquietude, the look in his eyes giving you the foreboding that nothing good was about to happen now, frightened of what we would do to you.
He didn’t show any hints of letting go of your hair anytime soon, just holding it firmly to keep you looking at him through your heavy lashes, a wicked grin on his smug face.
“Let’s give that whining mouth of yours a good use” he said, and you gulped, understanding what he wanted and quivering in fear, not really understanding why the sticky sensation between your legs grew.
“Undo my pants” he commanded, and you stayed still, your eyes not leaving his even when another slap landed on your tear-wet face. “Do as you’re told, brat. This might be your only cure”
You couldn’t help but sob a little, his tone sounding so definitive, so professional. Your trembling hands reached his belt and unbuckling it ungracefully, taking longer than he expected, you heard him chuckle as you unbuttoned his pants afterwards, then putting your hands back in front of your lap.
“C’mon” he pulled your hair again, causing you to moan in pain. “Don’t make me tell you what to do”
You looked at him again in nothing but shame, trying to resist to this humiliating request of his, but complying it anyways. He said he was going to cure you, but now you doubted it, right now, you only wanted this to be over.
With a last look at his eyes you returned your attention to the growing bulge in his slacks, the shame in your brain being present at all times, not quite helping the way your eyes were fixated on his clothed member. You were quick to free him out after your staring earned you a other harsh pull of hair, your lips turned into a line when his cock slapped his abdomen, causing his dress shirt to wrinkle a little.
“Go on, Y/N” he encouraged you, as you looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him for mercy, knowing that even if you screamed it at him, he just wouldn’t listen. “This isn’t about what you want, anymore. Is about what you need”
A tear slid from your eyes and disappeared down your cheek when his free hand placed the tip of his hard cock on your parted lips, gesturing you to take it and not waste more of his time— more than you already did.
“Open up, whore” he said under his breath, using your hair as a device to move your head and help you shove his length down your throat. You complied, the tears in your eyes now soaking in you cheeks by the effort that you were making trying to welcome his thick shaft down your mouth.
You were sure you scratched him with your teeth a few times as he bobbed your head up and down with his strong hand, manhandling you without care for his own pleasure. You placed your hands on his knees, trying not to gag, but when his tip touched the bottom of your throat, you couldn’t help it.
You cried as you felt suffocated again, now for a whole different reason, a more humiliating one, and you almost wished he killed you then. His hips buckled everytime your lips reached the base of his cock, the room filled with the sounds of your mouth and saliva coating his shaft and the soft moans that came out of his poisoned lips.
“Take it, whore” he said, his voice now husky and distorted by the pleasure, the pain that your teeth accidentally inflicted on him turning him even more. “God- you are horrible at this”
He chuckled between heavy breaths, pulling you by the hair and releasing his cock from your mouth, a vulgar pop filling both of your ears at the sudden separation of your lips and his member. Your eyes looked at the floor, feeling such a shame that the mere thought of meeting his face with your fearful face made you cringe, the pulsating pain on the back of your head making you dizzy.
“You can’t suck dick properly” he said, his tone sounding like he was making fun of you. “No wonder why your husband left you. You’re just pathetic”
You finally rose up your face to look at that insufferable smile of his, ignoring the way his cock was still hanging there in front of you, almost brushing your nose. His fingers finally untangled from your hair and giving you some sort of solace, the consolation that this traumatic session was over.
Maybe the remedy was worse than the sickness itself.
“Jonathan, stop it, plea-”
Your imploration was completely ignored, followed by another slap on your wet cheek that made you cry even more, not understanding how this man could’ve been the same one who made you felt loved and finally listened. You fell for a lie once again.
“Get on the couch” he simply said, his words were like a bucket of cold water fell on you. “Stop the bitching, don’t want to hear it”
“And I’m your doctor. Not Jonathan” he reminded you, making you feel even more ashamed.
You did as he told, again, half-standing from the floor and sitting next to him, trying to take as much space from him as you could before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, your face growing red as his face was now centimeters away from yours.
“You look so beautiful when you cry” he whispered, caressing your face but trying to nor wipe the tears away, almost like he was admiring you. It made you melt into his touch, glad that his kind demeanor was there again. Even if his words made you cringe— and the fact that his cock was still out, you felt your heart grew warmer by the way he tenderly touched you.
It didn’t last much longer, when his lips twitched into a malicious smile and went down to nibble your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses around the bruised skin and bitting where his fingers hurt you previously, making your fingers wrap on his hair and cry for mercy, trying for him to stop hurting you this much.
“Shut up, stupid brat” he repeated that same insult, making you swallow your cries, closing your eyes in disbelief as he continued to injure your already suffering skin.
You arched your back in surprise when all of the sudden his hands reached for your breasts, groping your tits like his life depending on it, stimulating you through the fabric of your shirt, but all you felt was fear and anger, impotence flowing through your veins because you just couldn’t scream and push him away, fear was freezing you on the spot.
The worst part? You maybe didn’t wanted to push him away. Because maybe if he gets what he wants now you would be cured and he’ll be back to normal, returning you the sweet Doctor Crane that you met once, not this monster that was groping you like a piece of meat.
He clicked his tongue and dropped both of his hands to spread your legs open, forcing your back to drop onto the hand rester of the couch. You looked at him with big eyes, your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and scream to Jonathan that enough was enough, you just couldn’t take any of this anymore.
But your heart stayed there, between your lungs that seemed incapable to hold any air, making your breathing erratic. So nobody screamed Jonathan to stop, and he continued with his profanation against your persona— your dignity.
He bit his lip at the sight of your fucked-up face, your legs open as it showed him the dark patch on your baby blue panties, darting his eyes from your half-exposed crotch to your teary eyes.
“God, keep crying and I might come now” he growled, lowering his face to meet your pussy, kissing it through your underwear, making you mewl, closing your eyes at the sudden attention your core was getting.
You felt embarrassed at how much you enjoyed when he moved the fabric to the side and started making out with your cunt, swallowing your fluids like a starved man.
“So wet” he mumbled against your labia, the vibration making your eyes roll back, bitting your lip to prevent any moan to come out; he was raping you, why did he make you enjoy it? “I bet you like this, to be treated like a whore”
You shook your head, more tears falling out of your eyes as you felt nothing else but humiliation, pleasure washing over your body everytime his tongue brushed your clit, your back arched against nothing.
“You like it?” he said, finally pulling out and pushing his body up so his face was in front of yours, his cock grazing against your now stimulated pussy, a gasp leaving your lips, a gasp that quickly turned into a hurting moan when his hand slapped you again, this time in your throbbing cunt. “Answer me”
“I- I do” you whispered, gripping his shoulders when you felt him align the head of his member with your whole, scared of how it was going to fit. You had trouble taking it when he face-fucked you, how the fuck it was going to fit down there?
“I’m going to fuck you so good” he whispered between pants, jerking himself off before entering you. “You’re going to forget that pathetic husband of yours”
You couldn’t help but cry, trying to push him off by the shoulders, a terrified look on your face. “It won’t fit, Doctor” you pleaded, a crooked grin on his face as you keep on calling him that. “I beg you, don’t-”
“Yes, beg me” he said, starting to push his member inside you with a slow but relentlessly pace, not giving you enough time to adjust, just to scream and hit him weakly on the chest, face and shoulders before ge grabbed your hands and pinned them down, on the sides of your body. “I’m going to cure you- do you so good”
His voice was low, as he barely could speak when he felt just how tight you were, your walls hugging his cock just the right way, his pulsating head making your mind dizzy, the stinging pain starting to be forgotten.
But when he slid out and entered back it, the hardness of his movement made your insides burn with pain, a loud cry echoing in the walls of the living room as he started to trust into your pussy with a fast pace, not caring at all if you felt good.
He snapped his hips against yours with an animalistic force, growls escaped from his mouth every time his cock was welcomed by the warmth of your stretch whole, the sensation making him go even more feral, making you cry more.
He let go of one of your hands and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at his eyes as he fucked you vigorously, the blue on his iris not existent anymore, only his widely dilated pupils meeting yours, your blurred vision distinguishing the depraved expression in his face.
“You- so tight” he snarled, his voice barely audible, covered by the sound of skin slapping and your loud cries. “I bet your stupid husband didn’t fuck you like this”
You felt nothing but shame as you felt his cock now sliding in and out more easily, the wetness of your cunt growing as he spoke to you like that, that familiar heat flourishing in your lower belly as his words degraded you, your cries quickly becoming moans.
“This was all you needed- fuck” he said, his spit splashing your face as he talked, his words full of disdain. “A good dick, that’s all it takes to keep bitches like you quiet” You nodded, thinking that if you agreed he would stop. How wrong you were.
In a quick movement Jonathan took his cock out and spun you around, not giving you time to get on your ass up by laying your chest down before he stabbed your hole again, pushing your skirt all the way up to see how his pelvis came into collision with your ass.
You were moaning like a bitch in heat now, sure that the maids were listening, not really caring about it anymore. Jonathan was fucking you nice and hard, your mouth wide open as his tip brushed your cervix, screaming to him to keep it right there.
“I’m close” he said, pulling your hair back to press his chest to your back, his other hand going down to play with your swollen clit, wanting your to come around his cock like the slut he knew you were. “Come with me, you whore”
“Yes” you moaned, your tongue out as his cock hit the right spots, making your hips to move against his, grinding against his hand and dick, feeling your wetness drip down to your thighs. “Yes, yes, I want to”
He laughed, approaching your ear with his tongue to bite it, leaving a long and wet kiss underneath it that made you grow hotter, your eyes closed as you let him use you; the only thought in your mind being him and his wonder-working cock.
Truth was, he was fucking you stiffly, every slam of his hips stronger than the last one, but you were so deprived of touch, so dick-starved, that even if Jonathan was fucking you like a lifeless doll, only for the sake of his pleasure, you loved it, even when it hurt you.
“I’m going to fill you up” he said against your ear, his hand leaving your clit unattended as he grabbed your hip to increase the velocity of his thrusts, ramming your hole like a demented man, making your head drop against his shoulder and scream at the ceiling, now knowing what he meant by curing you.
“Going to get you pregnant” he said, more to himself than anything “so you don’t have to bitch about being alone anymore”
You opened your eyes with terror, you didn’t want children, you were so young. The idea made you frightened, the moaning now sounding like little nos and pull outs, but Jonathan didn’t listen.
“Doctor please, please, pull out” you pleaded, reaching for his hips and trying to push him away, one of his hands slapping your ass and pulling you down by your shoulder blade so you wouldn’t fight anymore. “Doctor Crane please”
“I will fucking fill you up, Y/N” he chanted, laughing at the idea of your round belly and your swollen tits, carrying his baby all day and feeling all worked up and needy all day, only waiting for him to fuck you all day. “You won’t be alone again. You won’t be sad again”
Then you realized it.
When he came, your hot walls creamed every single drop of his cum, making his thrusts sloppy and slow, his moans filling your ears as you sobbed under his touch, feeling his seed paint your walls and load your insides with his sperm.
That was your cure.
His hot release that now flooded inside your leaking cunt, that was your so-promised antidote. He took away your solitude by giving you his and yours firstborn, a bastard baby that would give you the company that you lacked.
You felt him chuckle as he rode out his high, the chase of his own climax made you forget yours, so now there you were, your swollen cunt looking for its release while his rested among your insides calmly, like it was meant to be.
He didn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to appreciate the sight of your skirt resting in your hips all rolled up, your bruised neck and messy hair, the way your ass was exposed to him by the way he had you arching your back. All for him— for him to wreck.
He pulled out and rolled his eyes when you started crying, now being annoying instead of hot. You sat on the couch and saw him button his pants and fix his hair, hissing when you felt nothing but pain growing in your worn-out pussy. You explained through your weak voice how he ruined your life, that he was the worst person you’ve ever met and that now you had to carry the product of his sick and twisted rapist-fantasy, even tried to hit him, but your pathetic tantrum only gained you another slap in the face, and a stern look.
When he tried to stand up and leave, you grabbed him by the wrist and begged him not to, he couldn’t just leave you, not now, not ever.
“Don’t be so ungrateful” he said, a smile that made you feel nothing but trepidation in his face. “You’ll never be alone again”
You couldn’t help but feel scared. Scared of him, of what just happened, of what’s going to happen next, scared for your future son with this evil specie of a man.
When you continued to cry, and he pulled you for a hug as he assured you that he would never leave you; and how could he? He had a long life of success waiting for him now, giving a girl of your status his last name, his children. Oh, it’s going to be wonderful, he just needed to tame you and make you the perfect slave for him, and that wasn’t going to be hard.
You were sure that you’ll never be loved, but at least now Jonathan was going to be with you. You’ll never be alone again.
Summary: Hermes pulls a prank on his siblings, and then tries to ask for tickles, but none of them agree.
A/N: I liked this idea, and thought it would be a great expression of how shameless of a lee Hermes is. Also an excuse to write sibling dynamics <3 don’t question why Hermes only chose to ask the people he pranked rather than the other gods on Olympus I don’t feel like thinking of a reason. Anyway, ENJOY! :3
Cw: mild swearing! Very basic binds! (Just hands tied together. Entirely platonic.) also pretty intense tickles, but once again he enjoys every second of it.
P.S: this is a long one! Buckle up, and grab a snack!
Unconventional retribution
Hermes was causing chaos. Again.
He was bored, and felt like pulling a bit of a prank. So, he waited until all his siblings, (and by all, he means a few. He has hundreds of siblings- ahem- Zeus.) were together, and-
He dropped a giant water balloon on their heads.
He was rewarded with gasps and scoffs and other various noises of annoyance and shock.
“Ugh! Hermes!” Athena stood, glaring at him. Apollo blew his dripping hair out of his face, trying to dry himself off.
“Ahahahaha- you guys should see your faces! Ahahahaha!” He laughs at their expense, earning glares from all of them.
“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” Ares growled, but before he could go after the messenger, he was stopped by a calm yet firm grip on his shoulder.
“Don’t chase him, Ares. You won’t catch him.” Apollo whispered. “I have a better idea.”
Hermes didn’t bother listening in on their conversation, he was far too busy giggling to himself over the fairly simple prank. Apollo gathered them together, planning revenge.
“What’s your idea, Apollo?” Athena asked, already trying to mentally piece together what he could possibly be thinking of.
“When he asks us to tickle him, we simply won’t.”
Ares groaned. “Ugh! I don’t want to wait for him to decide to ask us for something!”
Athena chimed up again. “Yeah, how do we even make sure he asks us? What if he doesn’t?”
“Oh trust me, he will.” Apollo paused for dramatic effect. “We’re gonna put him in a lee mood.”
Artemis raised an eyebrow and spoke for the first time this whole conversation. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”
“Just follow my lead.”
He turned to project his voice towards the still giggling Hermes.
“Hey Hermes!”
Hermes paused his giggling, flying down to the group.“Yes, dear brother~?”
“That was a good prank! You really got us good, you little shit.” He punctuated his statement with a poke to the side, making Hermes flinch and smile as he expected Apollo to continue. But.. he didn’t. Hermes tried to act like it didn’t bother him, completely unaware that it was intentional.
“Ahahaha, thank you! Sometimes less is more, Y’know?”
“I couldn’t agree more, certainly tickled my fancy.” Apollo spoke smugly, and around him, his siblings started to realize what he was doing.
Hermes felt more giddy butterflies bubbling up at the words, his smile widening. He could just feel the impending wrecking that was radiating from his siblings, and it was making him excited. He could feel the beginnings of a lee mood sparkling in his chest.
“See ya round, Hermes.” The group departed, the idea of their revenge planted.
As the day went on, the four continued to tease him. Sometimes subtly, sometimes.. not so subtly. (‘Don’t worry, I’ll make you laugh so hard you forget your own name’, Ares had said at some point. That one sent the butterflies reeling.) it was driving him up the wall.
Hermes was in a full-blown Lee mood. He was giddy and giggly and excited, constantly thinking about laughter and squirming and tingles. He knew he needed to ask someone, and he wasn’t ashamed to do so. So first, he asked Athena.
“Atheeeennaaaaaa” He dramatically flopped himself across her lap, a hand to his forehead in a ‘woe is me’ pose.
The goddess rolled her eyes in response,pushing him off of her(to which he just flew a few inches back). “Yes, Hermes?”
“Will you tickle me?”
Athena raised an eyebrow. ‘Wow, Apollo’s idea really worked.’ “No.”
“Pretty pleeeease? With a cherry on top?”
“No.” She repeated, keeping her answers curt.
“Why noooooot?”
“With that prank you pulled earlier? You don’t deserve tickles.”
“Ugh. Boo, you’re no fun. I’ll just go ask someone else.”
Athena smirked as he flew away, chuckling to herself. “Good luck with that, Hermes.”
The next sibling he attempted to ask was Ares. He was usually pretty ruthless, which is exactly what he wanted right now.
“Hey Ares!”
Ares jolted and tried to act like he wasn’t startled. “Ugh, what do you want, Hermes.” He said it more like an aggravated statement than a question.
“Will you tickle me? Please?”
“Ugh, no.”
Hermes sighed. “Why not?!”
“I’m busy.”
“No you aren’t!” Hermes challenged, gesturing at the fact that Ares was literally just sitting there.
Ares smirked, enjoying the banter. “Yes I am, what are you talking about?”
“Uuuuughhhhhh fine! I’ll go ask Artemis!”
Ares smirked. This is fun to see.
“Hello Hermes.” Artemis didn’t even look up from waxing her bow to speak to him. “What do you need?”
“Gimme tickles! Pretty please!”
Artemis rolled her eyes and didn’t respond, which prompted a dramatic whine and pokes from the messenger. “Artemiiiiis. Don’t ignore meeeeeee”
“Go away. The answer is no.”
Hermes huffs, pouting slightly. At least there’s one more person to ask. “Hmph, whatever.”
He flew over to Apollo. “Heyyy Mr.sunshine!”
“Ah, Hermes. What can I do you for?”
“Will you pretty please tickle me?”
“Hmmm.. no.”
Hermes groaned loudly. “What is up with you guys!”
Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I’ve asked all four of you, and all of you said no!”
At this, the other three emerged from hiding in the same clearing where this whole thing started. Apollo spoke up, acting as the leader for this plan since he came up with it.
“That would be my idea, brother.”
“What?”
“After your little prank earlier, we decided to get revenge.. unconventionally. So, we aren’t going to tickle you. That is, until you apologize.”
Hermes groaned, pouting. “ughhhhh, I’m sorry, okay?! I’m sorry I dropped a water balloon on your heads. Now will you pretty please tickle me?”
Apollo chuckled. “Alright, fine. I’ll accept your apology. C’mere. Let’s get that pout off your face, hmm~?”
Hermes happily did so, and all four of the group circled him. Now that he was actually getting what he wanted, the pout completely disappeared, leaving a giddy smile in its place. It definitely didn’t help that Artemis used some of her hunters rope to keep his hands up while still allowing her hands to be free. Hermes was now downright giddy.
“And five, four, three-” Apollo drawled each word, to add to the growing anticipation he could see all over Hermes’ face.
“Dohohont cohount!” Hermes half-whined, but the anticipatory giggles littering the words definitely muddled the seriousness.
“Hey! Don’t interrupt me! Now I gotta start again! Five~ four~”
The other three joined in on the last three, adding to the playful energy. “Three, two-“ there was a pause, it probably only lasted a second, but to Hermes it felt like eternity.
“ONE!”
All at once, his nerves exploded with ticklish sensations, causing him to burst into giggles and gasps of laughter.
“Eeeehahahahaha!”
“Aww, such cute giggles~” Apollo teased, a singing lilt to his voice.
Hermes blushed at the teasing- he might not get embarrassed, but he sure did get flustered, and it just made it all the better.
There were electric sensations all across his skin- his belly, his sides and ribs, his neck, his back- he couldn’t focus on one feeling. Joyful, bubbly giggles spilled from his lips endlessly, his wide smile showcasing just how much fun he was having.
“Ahahahahaha-! Tihihihickles!”
“That’s the point, silly. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Athena smirked and raised an eyebrow.
Hermes nodded in response, the sensation being absolutely unbearable yet addicting at the same time. “Ehehehehe yehehehehes! Ahahahahaha-!”
“Is it too much? Hmm?” Artemis spoke, her usually quiet nature making it all the more flustering.
“Yehehehehehes! Ehehehehe!”
“But you love it, don’t ya, feathers?” Ares snarked in his gravelly voice.
“I’m glad. You know, maybe these wings deserve some attention, yeah?” Apollo suggested, looking to his siblings. The other’s nodded, and Hermes protested through a giddy nervousness. “Nohohoho! Nohohot thehehere!”
“Why not~?” The sun god sang “don’t you love it there?”
Hermes didn’t know how to respond. He did, but it was also just so ticklish! He couldn’t stand it! “Ihihi-! Yehehehes, buhuhut-!”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over your giggles!” Ares spoke, and then all four of them started to target his wings. Apollo got the ones behind his ears, Ares got the ones at his left ankle and Athena got the ones at his right ankle. (Artemis took up the task of holding him still. He was definitely gonna squirm.)
Hermes lost it. A joyful squeal ripped from him, followed by loud peals of laughter. He tried in vain to squirm, to flap his wings away, but he just couldn’t. He was in stitches, and happy tears formed in his eyes.
“Ahahahahahaha-! Nohohot thehehere- EEEE!”
“Aww, what’s wrong? The little messenger can’t take it?” Apollo cooed, taking each of his ear wings in his hands and scribbling and rubbing against them.
“Nohohoho-! Ihihi- ahahahahahaha!”
Hermes was breathless, in ticklish agony, and he loved it so much. The blissful torture was exactly what he wanted, his sides starting to hurt from how hard he’s laughing.
Then Artemis, still holding him down, started to add raspberries on his tummy, and he just broke. Endless, loud and giddy laughter echoed from his chest, his face dampened from tears, cheeks sore from smiling and sides aching from the workout. As much as he loved the feeling, he was starting to reach his limit, so as best as he could through his peals of laughter, he called, “OHOHOKAY- ST-AHA- STOHOHOP!”
Knowing that Hermes wasn’t one to protest unless he meant it, his siblings immediately took the cue and stopped. Artemis took off the rope from his hands and started to soothingly pet his wings to get rid of the lingering tingles, while Athena went to go get him some water.
“Are you alright?” Apollo asked softly.
“Y-yeheah.. ehehe.. thahat was ahawesome.. you Guhuys are the best..” he was loopy from giggles, and his true thoughts just spilled out, earning a collective ‘awwwww!’ From everyone, even Athena who was lucky enough to return just as he said it.
“Here you go, brother. Drink up. Make sure to go slow.”
Hermes nodded and gratefully took the water, taking a gentle sip to soothe his lungs and throat- ice cold. Perfect.
“Thahanks, Guhuys.. ihi lohove you.”
“We love you too, Hermes.”
And they spent the rest of the day talking and enjoying their time together.
genre(s): pure fluff like hold onto your hats because this might make you fall in love with him kinda fluff + (no warnings!)
coco’s <3 note: thank you @okkotsu-simp for requesting this 🤍
– sungchan who first meets you at your universities library because you’re sitting in his usual spot and he’s seriously irritated about it but he thinks you’re too beautiful to tell you off
– that same sungchan decides to just take the seat in front of you and smiles when you look up at him surprised, he’ll explain that you’re in his spot and shake his head no quickly after when you try to get up and offer it back to him, instead asking you what you’re working on
– the rest is history after that, you have a mutual crush on one another and he asks you out immediately after watching the library worker try and flirt with you, something about how you’re his significant other and he thought it was obvious to evereyone???
– sungchan is the type of boyfriend to introduce you to the things he usually does alone, this isn’t to say he doesn’t continue to do them alone but if he thinks you’ll enjoy going on a walk in his favorite park then he’ll be sure to plan for you to try it out with him
– he won’t force you to try new things (foods, activities, hobbies, etc.) but he would most definitely encourage it
– he knows how hard university can get so he will always make sure you’re taking care of yourself
– you’ve been up for hours working on a final paper? it’s time to sleep love, and he means it! he’s a strong guy do you really think he won’t trick you with cuddles on his bed then trap you in his arms till you eventually fall asleep?
– sungchan who can’t cook to save his life but will learn to make you soup for when you catch a cold
– sungchan who buys your pet clothes he thinks will look cute on them and swoons whenever you send him pictures of them wearing the outfits he bought
– sungchan who is the biggest cuddle bug you’ll ever meet, like seriously he loves his cuddles so much and demands them every night
– sungchan who so badly wants to meet your parents because he wants them to know who is dating their baby but is also so nervous to meet them that he freaks out all day till you drag him to dinner shaking
– sungchan who goes out of his way to form an authentic friendship with your friends because he knows how much they mean to you and wants to make sure they know how much you mean to him
– sungchan who drives with one hand, and places the other over you to make sure you’re safe when he’s backing out of places (i need him)
– sungchan who gets pouty when you won’t kiss him because you’re sick and don’t want him to catch your cold (he swears up and down he doesn’t care but pouts even more when he catches it)
– sungchan who always lets you taste his food when you guys go out to eat together
– sungchan who helps you study for exams you have coming up
– sungchan who invites you back to his place for holidays away from school when you can’t go back home
– sungchan who buys you flowers all the time because he knows they make you smile
– sungchan who notices the little habits you have, like tapping your fingers nervously or squeezing his hand a bit tighter when you’re excited about something
– sungchan who when he has a bad day at work or school calls you because hearing your voice immediately puts his mind at ease and washes away all his worries…
coco’s <3 note: right so like I NEED HIM. okay moving on! I could totally go on forever with these but I decided that I should maybe just post them because if I didn’t stop myself I definitely would have never posted this and just kept adding to it for months on end (this is totally not the reason I haven’t posted my jay bf hcs ahahahaha why would you even think that silly goose!) anyways I hope you enjoy these and fantasize  about sungchan the same way I did when writing them 🤣🫵🏽 as always, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3
well here's my oc, just asking even if its notpossible, but can you add this goobster into ur stories? I really like em and my hyperfixiations are controlling me, the goobsters name is Flexy Fixy, you can see his lore at my acc if you do :>
= Arandomperson
I’ll write up something in this story, but I can’t promise OC’s in the story because I can’t remember all the OC’s, but I can try. Also, I can’t find any info about your OC other than a picture, so I’ll make something up. Request #10
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It was Thursday at 2:52pm, You were working on your computer in your office. You couldn’t play with the toys until 4:00pm or on the weekends. As you were working, something covered your eyes.
???: “Guess who~”
No, someone covered your eyes.
Y/n: “Hello Flexy.”
Flexy Fixy was a slim, playful toy. He had sharp claws and his tail was a hand, he had stitched, colorful skin, and a button eye.
Flexy uncovered your eyes and you turned to face him.
Flexy Fixy: “Whatcha doing?”
Y/n: “Working.”
Flexy Fixy: “Ugh! Are you almost done?”
Y/n: “Not until 4:00, you know this, Flexy.”
Flexy Fixy: “But you’re always working! I want to play with you!”
Y/n: “I know, I know… Maybe, I could take some time off.”
Flexy Fixy: “Really?”
Y/n: “Yeah, I’ve been overworking myself, so sometime off wouldn’t hurt.”
Flexy Fixy: “Hooray! Let’s get the others and go play!”
You had to run just to catch up with Flexy. Flexy ran to the living room and called everyone outside.
Flexy: “Okay, so now that Y/n has some time off work, they can play with us!”
Dogday: “Really!?”
Kickin Chicken: “What are we going to do, Mama/Papa!?”
Y/n: “We’re going to have a field day. I’ve been overworking myself, so I’m taking some time off work to spend time with you all. We’re going to play Red Light, Green Light and some other games you guys want.”
Hoppy Hopscotch: “Hooray!”
Catnap: “Let’s play!”
You turn your head to a tree, the toys back away from you. However, you didn’t realized the toys planning something.
Y/n: “Red Light, Green Light! 1,2,3!”
The toys moved closer to you, but Flexy was still at the beginning. You were confused, but continued the game.
Y/n: “Red Light, Green Light! 1,2,3!”
The toys were almost reaching you, but Flexy was still at the beginning. He was just grinning the whole time. You got a little worried. He was something.
Y/n: “Red light…”
And just like that Flexy grabbed and held you on the ground.
Y/n: “What the hell!?”
Flexy smile got bigger. He took his hands to hold your arms down and took his hand-like tail and began tickling your stomach.
Y/n: “AHAHAHAHA! FLEXY! PLEASE! NO! IT TICKLES!”
Flexy: “ Hehe! We’re going to have so much fun!”
Y/n: “Guys! Help!”
Poppy: “Sorry, angel.”
Big Dogday: “You brought this on yourself.”
Unfortunately, the toys just joined tickling you.
Y/n: “OMG! AHAHAHA! NO! PLEASE!”
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I hope you all enjoyed this story. Please request something you would like to see me write. See you next time!
Tessy anon here and I think I accidently sent in a request when it was closed...can you do ler!affogato x Lee!y/n who is like the Lee in the shadow milk tickle thing...just so weak to being teased while tickled? Judging by what I read with affogato, I bet they'd love that y/n! Lol!
It’s all good! I could never say no to writing about my favorite fish(Do people still make that joke? It feels so old lol). (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)
Being one of Affogato Cookie’s disciples was… interesting, to say the least. You were devoted to him for certain, his promises of a kingdom in which hardships would be nothing more than choosing what dessert you wanted was too sweet to pass up. However, being one of the new one’s meant you weren’t one hundred percent into his cause just yet; some questions still bounced around your head and some doubts lingered like the bitterness of coffee. It felt like the royal advisor knew this, too. He seemed to always know more than he let on, but you supposed that was just part of what made him such a good leader.
“Y/N Cookie? Could you come here? I require your input.” You heard him call kindly, but there was something in the underlying of his voice that suggested something else. You obediently nodded and entered his study, sliding the door shut behind you. “There you are,” he said without turning to you, he was glancing at himself in a little desk mirror while touching up his lips, “you never keep me waiting. You’ve been quite a good follower, haven’t you? However, I couldn’t help but notice something.” He stood up. You stood at attention as Affogato Cookie sauntered lazily over to you, his hand traced along his desk then fell to his side once more, and somehow the smell of his incense was burning stronger as he approached. “Your eyes wander when I discuss my philosophies, you make it obvious your mind is elsewhere. Do you have your doubts about me?” His voice was smooth, but the way he asked that last question demanded a response.
“… Yes, Lord Affogato Cookie.” You said, knowing that lying would dig you a deeper grave, you watched as he hummed in thought and tapped his chin with his finger. “That’s no good now, is it? You’re one of my better subordinates, yet your heart isn’t entirely loyal to me. It’s quite weak-willed of you to still have loyalty to the old king, isn’t it?” He stepped even closer, his eyes gleamed with disdain, “Yes.” You replied nervously. “My servant, what is it that I always say?” He inquired, “You’ve no respect for the weak.” You recited, “Precisely! How about you sit down with me, hm?”. Sit down? That was an odd request, you had expected him to react with more anger, but he kept his usual unreadable demeanor. Well, regardless, you sat down on the mat he pointed to and he joined you.
You sat in silence, but soon enough you felt a hand crawling up your back like a large spider. With how unexpected it was and how feathery the touch was, you couldn’t help but bust out laughing. “Hehehe… hahahaha! My L-Lord- hahaha!” The giggles poured from your mouth like tea from a kettle, “Just as I suspected! Tsk, tsk, Y/N Cookie, I thought you were stronger than that. But maybe I could find use of this, too?” The advisor allowed his other hand to join in, both of them slowly ascended up your spine as you squirmed and fell over yourself. Affogato Cookie didn’t quit, though, he continued and pinned you against the mat so that you couldn’t escape. His hands drifted aimlessly like boats lost at sea, they trailed down and started gently scratching at your ribs from behind. “Ahahahaha! Hahahahaha! T-This isn’t necessaRY- HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!” Your voice got a little higher as he kept tickling you, you could’ve sworn it cracked a few times as well.
Affogato Cookie smiled to himself, thoroughly enjoying watching as you laughed helplessly at his fingertips. “My apologies, does that tickle?” He acted like he was going to withdraw his hands, then immediately doubled down and went straight back to torturing you, “Too bad!” He chuckled as you started to laugh even harder. Your face was beginning to flush and your resolve was weakening even more. This was just pouring salt into the wound! He started going downward, finding himself pinching at your sides just above the hips. “HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! LORD AHAHAHA!” You tried to call his name and plead with him, but your own laughter interrupted it. Besides, it’s not like he was going to listen anyways. “My, my, an even weaker spot?” He teased with the smuggest grin on his face “Oh, I wish I discovered this sooner! You are just so adorable this way.” He cooed, you squealed- not from his pinching and prodding, but from what you just heard him say.
The moments started to blur together as his hands drifted from spot to spot with not even an inkling of a rush, he was slow and methodical in the most malicious way imaginable. But what cut through the sounds of your laughter easily were the words he just had to say; him mentioning every spot he came across, him praising you for being so fun to tickle, and some miscellaneous phrases sprinkled in just to make it more unbearable. This was madness! You felt as your face got hotter and hotter with every movement and word, and at this point you had practically melted into a flustered puddle on the ground. He finally let go of you “I must admit, this was quite entertaining!” He exclaimed “I was thinking of casting you out of my little cause, but I prefer this. After all, why would I get rid of you when I have such an easy way to keep you in line now?”.
You really thought this would be the last of it? Nope! The events that transpired today were clearly something that Lord Affogato Cookie wanted more of, but admittedly you didn’t hate it. He said it himself, you were adorable this way.
End of fic! I hope y’all appreciate me because I worked on this in PUBLIC. That’s it, have a good one 🫶
