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Living with a teenager was hard, harder than Ryland would like to admit.
And, hey, it’s not like he thought it’d be a breeze! He usually taught younger kids, he’s not used to it. But, he’d have to get acquainted pretty soon.
They’ve been on this ship for a while now, and you? You’ve warmed up. And, yes, it took time. Ryland still remembers those attempted cold glares and scared eyes of yours. But being stuck in the middle of space causes people to get close pretty quickly. And you’ve grown to like him!- or.. tolerate him, as you say. …What? You just don’t wanna give him a big head, that's all.
And, while working together, you haven't been quiet. When you get something right, when there’s a breakthrough, (or when something literally breaks,) it’s always a loud reaction from you. A yell, a laugh, a wince.. But now? Not even a hum.
Ryland noticed immediately. And being stuck here, waiting with you and Rocky to arrive at Erid, he had nothing but time to figure out why.
You were working on something, something that was probably unnecessary and only in creation to keep busy, with Rocky sitting beside you on the floor only being sliiightly annoying.
“Is almost done, question?” He asks, leaning up.
“Not yet, Rocks.” You murmur quietly, not looking down from your work. You love Rocky with all of your being, you really do, but if he asks you one more question you might shove your head through your laptop.
“Friend grumpy grumpy sad. How long since last sleep cycle, question?”
“I just woke up, actually.”
“Is lie. Rocky see friend in science lab all night.” ..Right. You should know better than to try and trick an alien.
“Oh, do you hear that? I think Grace is calling for you. Yeah, definitely, okay, see you later, Rocky...” You ramble off in a low tone, beginning to turn away.
“Grace no call for Rocky,” Rocky replies in a confused trill. “Grace stand in door, statement.”
You flinched, whipping your head around, and of course Ryland was standing there.
Maybe you hadn’t seen him today, but, it wasn’t exactly.. Okay, maybe it was avoidance. But it wasn’t personal! It’s just that you didn’t feel like.. bothering him? something like that, you guess.
You blink, before holding back a sigh and turn back away. “Stalker, much?” You mumble, starting to type again, even if it just was backspacing whatever junk you just wrote down that didn’t make sense.
“I wouldn’t say stalker.” Ryland hummed casually, moving to walk over and sit in the chair next to you. “Hey, kid. You busy?” And then he smiles, smiles like none of this mattered. You wished you could believe him.
“Mhm.” You just barely reply, barely move until he puts a hand on your shoulder and you don’t know whether to slap it away or lean into it, whether you were allowed to want to do either.
“You’re quiet today. I don’t know if I like it.” He jokes, or at least tries too. When you don’t do so much as crack a smile, he stutters back. “Not that you’re loud..” He chuckles awkwardly. When there was no reply, his face drops a little with a slight huff as he leans his chair closer. “..Something’s up, huh?” But it wasn't so much of a question, he already knew it.
“Grace and friend sleep now? Rocky watch, question?” Rocky perks up, stepping taller as if he was puffing his chest out. You would’ve smiled if you weren’t so preoccupied.
“Yeah. It’s pretty late, we should get some rest.” Ryland says so softly, and there’s nothing in you to be annoyed at him. “And maybe it’ll help, yeah? Come on.”
“Maybe after I finish up.” You say bluntly, suppressing the wince of guilt when you saw Rocky sink down back onto his feet.
But Ryland simply raised an eyebrow, like he was used to it all, nodding slowly and crossing his arms over his chest idly. “Right, right.” He dragged on, “What’re you working exactly? Must be important.”
“Important. Life or death.” You nod, trying to look serious. Rocky lets out a series of concerned trills, which you quickly shut down with a wince. “Kidding! Kidding, it’s- joking, Rocky, I was joking.”
“Not funny, statement. Bad bad bad.” Rocky replied, sinking more into his ball. “Rocky forgive.”
“Alright, alright you two.” Ryland chuckled, driving a hand between your shoulders to get you to follow. “Bed, you.”
“No-“ You huff, twisting away to stay seated. “I’m serious. I’m working, I’m.. busy.”
Ryland didn’t bother to suppress the eye roll your words produced, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Then we’re talking.” He leans forward, hands in his lap. “What's the matter, hm? You’ve been moping around all day.”
You don’t say anything for a second, squeezing your eyes close as you try and think, maybe try to string out a coherent sentence? That’d be nice.
“..Rocky go sit in sleeping quarters, wait for Grace and Friend.” Rocky said slowly before rolling out the room, because, even for an alien he had a slight bit of social awareness. His friends needed space for a second. ..Even though he’d be able to hear anyways, but, he’s learnt that humans are strange like that.
“..I..” You try to begin, but the words seem to get caught in your throat. “I don’t really..- I don’t want to think about it anymore. Or talk about it, I just want to feel anything else. You know?”
“Then we won’t think about it anymore.” Ryland says in a firm tone. “But you’ve gotta let me in, kid.”
“Fine.” You manage, trying to keep at least most of the sass out of your tone. “Okay. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, just come here.” He tilts his head with exaggeration and tugs you into his arms. “And don’t do this again, okay?
Your arms stay limp at your sides for a minute before returning the hug, your head pushing into his shoulder. You drop your weight, letting him carry you just for a second or two, before pulling back. Or, at least attempting too- Ryland had his arms firmly around your middle, resting as far as he could reach around you.
“..Ryland?” You question, trying to look up.
“You know,” He hummed, resting his chin on top of your head in that too-calm voice that always makes you feel slightly nervous. “I think I know a couple ways to help you stop thinking.”
“..What, gonna hold me captive?” You blink, confused. “I mean, there’s not much.. oh.”
You tense up, freezing but not exactly stuttering out threats or excuses. He wasn’t serious right?
“Oh?” Ryland repeats, and you can hear that stupid grin on his face. “What? It’s not like you’re too old for this, you’re basically a baby.”
You probably had a comeback ready, Ryland knew you worked fast with your words, but all that flew from your head when you felt his hands just barely starting to graze over the backs of your sides. You swallow nothing, pushing away the shaky smile on your face as you roll your shoulders back to cope.
“Whats this?” He almost laughs, leaning back to try and get a glance of your face which you quickly turn away from. “Doesnt tickle? Not even a bit?”
“Mmmh- No.” You force out, voice strained and high pitched trying to sound at least slightly normal. You didn’t.
“Is that right?..” He chuckled out, voice thick with tease as his hands trailed up your ribs slowly. “Well, then it must be something else then, right?” Ryland stood at the top of your ribs, drumming his fingers against the top bone. “Maybe you’re missing a rib or two. You should really get that checked, you know. In fact- I’ll check for you! I am a doctor, you know, it’ll be my pleasure.”
“You’re not evehen that kind of doctor!” You spit out, a couple giggles slipping between the words.
“Oh, so you think my profession is funny, hm?” He replies, ignoring your point completely, and this is so stupid, but you’re having the most fun you’ve had in a while. “I’ll let it slide this time, I suppose.. We’ll start your exam, it won’t hurt, but it might be just a little ticklish.”
Before you have a chance to reply, to tell him this is ridiculous, he lightly squeezes up and down both sides of your ribs. You couldn’t hold that in even if you tried, so, you let out a string of childish giggles and roughly pulled back from his tight hold, to no avail.
“Woaaah! Hey now, you gotta atleast try and stay still! How else am I meant to finish? Maybe I should start again…” He shakes his head with a tut.
“Noho-! Okay okay! Ohohokay-“ You giggle softly into his shoulder, toning down the immediate thrashing and fighting for your life to light squirming. Hard, but, you’ve had to do worse.
“Theeere we go. See? You got it, just like that.” His hands end up at your sides, skittering his fingers quickly before dragging his hands in a claw shape back up to the top of your ribs. “Alright, you ready? ‘Course you are. One.. Two.. Three.. Five, Eight, Twelve- Yep, you’re missing a couple all right! Silly thing, you should’ve come in sooner!”
“that ihis- nohot how yohou count!” You yell out, before falling back into the familiar fit of giggles as his hands drop down to idly scratch and squeeze at your hips.
“Ooohh, someone’s giggly.” Ryland cuts you off, head ducking to whisper into your ear. “You sure you aren’t feeling just a little ticklish?”
You grin and duck your ear away, shaking your head. “You’re sohoho stuhupid.”
“And you’re sohoho adorable, you know that?” He mocks you just a little, which you’ll tell him off for later, one hand keeping itself firmly around your middle as the other hand comes up to scribble the back of your neck and upper back. “The cutest.” And, fuck, you feel like you’re going to pass out with all the attention.
“I like this spot, don’t you?” He comments idly, hand trailing up and down your spine now. “It makes you get aaallll squirmy. Isn’t it fun?”
“I’m-“ You cut yourself off with a short whine, knees almost giving out between giggles and squirms. “Rylahand I cahant-“
“Hmmm.. Alright. I’ll let you go...” He hummed, hands slowly sliding down to rest at your sides again. “..On one condition.” -And you almost groan out loud instead of in your head as usual.
“You promise me that you’ll come to me when you feel like this again.” He says simply in a light tone of voice. He holds you upright as you catch your breath, leftover laughter still escaping.
Well.. Could you promise that? You mean- Promises are promises, and, most likely, this would happen again. Apparently, you’re taking too long to think, and you realise that when Ryland's grabbing at your sides again.
“I said,” He chuckles along with you, probably finding this as dumb as you are. He pulls you tighter, squeezing with every word. “You’ll. Come. To. Me.”
You squirm back with a squeal, ducking your head and nodding. “Okay! Ohokay, whatever, yes!”
“Good.” Ryland grins, obviously proud as he lets go. You stumble back into the wall, catching your breath and running a hand over your face as if you could just wipe the stupid smile left on your face.
“Alllright,” Ryland yawns, as if he didn’t just tickle you to pieces, stretching his arms up. “Time for bed. Come on, I bet Rocky will have loooots of questions about what was so funny.”
You probably have something to complain about at the back of your head, but everything’s so fuzzy that you can’t seem to make the effort to think of it. Ryland wraps a hand around your shoulder and leads you out.
This fic is sfw, but still Minors and Ageless blogs DNI
Lers Volt x Eddie x Lee Reader (Gender Neutral, No y/n)
Words: 6232
No spoilers, but this can be read with either normal or realized Volt and Eddie! Just some tk fluff with them cus they took over my brain completely, and I hope yall enjoy!!
Being with Eddie and Volt was amazing. You always felt comfortable, safe, between them whenever you were together, which was a lot. Unfortunately, that usual ‘safety’ quickly turned to danger tonight.
It was late into the night, but all three of you were still awake, relaxing on the couch downstairs as you watched a movie. It had become a routine every weekend to enjoy one while cuddling up with each other, each of you taking turns on who got to choose what to watch. It was Eddie's choice tonight, as Volt had picked the last movie, and you the one before. He chose an older action movie, one you all had watched before, but Eddie especially seemed to like.
Though there was nothing wrong with the movie itself, Volt and you just didn't quite have the same love for it as Eddie, both of you getting a bit bored towards the middle of it. The plot seemed to drag on a bit when you already had the knowledge of everything that would happen. That was what started it all.
Seemingly too bored to stay still, Volt’s hand, that had been resting on your side since the beginning of the movie, began to fidget, his index finger gently swiping up and down it. You jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden unexpected feeling.
“Sorry love, didn't mean to frighten you.” He gave a soft smile as he whispered an apology right next to your ear, assuming that he had just caught you off guard with the movement and startled you. He stilled his fingers once more, as though he thought it would distract you from the movie you weren't actually paying attention to.
“Ah, don't worry. Was just really into this part, I guess.” You whispered back with a quiet laugh at the end, lying to play off the real reason for your reaction and to hopefully hide your disappointment at him stopping. Neither Volt nor Eddie had found out about your sensitivities yet. Though both had come close many times, every time you somehow managed to find an excuse for whatever noise, jerk, or jump you had reacted to their touch with.
It wasn't as if you disliked it by any means, quite the contrary actually, you just weren't sure if you were ready for either of them to know about that yet. You feared if they found out and realized that you enjoyed it, they may find it strange, or judge you for it. Or, on the opposite side, you didn't know if you could take it if they did accept it, imagining them both lovingly teasing you about it making your face grow hot and head spin at the thought alone.
You were quickly pulled from the thoughts running through your head as his hand suddenly moved again, this time slipping under your tank top to feel the warmth of your skin against his. He gave a gentle squeeze to your lower side, and while you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful or comforting, it had the same reaction either way. You jerked slightly away from the touch this time, curling into yourself with a small laugh. Volt looked at you, almost concerned for a moment, before you saw the pieces connecting in his head.
“Oh? Oh no… Now isn't this just terrible for you.” His hand gently squeezed again at the soft skin of your side, this time more purposefully, his lips forming a knowing smirk as you let out another quick laugh.
“No, Volt- Wait!” He didn't let you finish as he turned to fully face you, both his hands now latching onto your sides as his nails skittered up and down them with horribly accurate precision. Your hands shot to his wrists on instinct, but you barely pushed away, pretending to put up a fight for show, all while not actually trying to stop him.
“Apologies, live wire, but I simply can not do that. This is a very important discovery that just must be explored now, I'm afraid.” Despite his words, he didn't appear to be sorry at all, continuing to trace his fingers along your waist, his touch traveling up to your ribs.
“Noho! Yohou're inteherrupting the mohovie! Eddiehe!” You whined out your other boyfriend’s name through your now even more frantic giggles as Volt's fingers tested out the new spot, but you were met with no response from him.
“Am I now?” Volt gave a confident look, nodding his head towards Eddie, who was laid back against the couch cushion, fast asleep. You wanted to be mad at him for falling asleep during the movie that he had picked, but he looked so cute sleeping that you couldn't find it in yourself to be truly irritated with him. This did, however, put you in a tricky position. With Eddie asleep, this made it so you only had to deal with one of them for now, but it also made it so no one was there to save you from Volt until he decided to spare you. You debated on trying to wake Eddie up for a moment, thinking he may be on your side and help you get revenge on the other if you did.
Volt seemed to notice your line of thinking as he changed to gentle scratching around your tummy, clearly trying to find every spot that brought a reaction out of you. He wasn't disappointed as your laugh got even higher, your hands closing a bit tighter around his wrists as he targeted the more sensitive area.
“I don't think you’ll want to do that, dear. He can be even more merciless than I, especially if his sleep has been disturbed.” You couldn't fully tell if he was bluffing or not, but the thought of him telling the truth and having to face the wrath of Eddie, along with Volt’s already horrible teasing, was enough to stop you from attempting to wake the slumbering man.
“Yohou're suhuch an ahass!” You suppressed your laugh as much as you could, trying to be quieter than before with the new fear of waking up a vengeful Eddie, but you couldn’t silence yourself completely. It was a difficult task with Volt’s hands finding every ticklish spot on your waist, it taking everything in you not to squeal when he hit a sensitive patch of skin near the side of your stomach.
“Oo feisty~ Best be careful though, too loud and he may wake.” Volt took your words and the way your laugh quieted as a challenge, wanting to see how much it would take for you to get just a bit too noisy and stir the other. Though he usually wouldn't purposefully disturb Eddie's sleep, he figured he most likely wouldn't mind it so much if he was being awoken by your adorable laughter.
“Thahat would behe your fahault!” You whisper yelled as you argued with him, knowing that it really would be more on him than you, but you could tell he didn’t care. All he was focused on now was drawing more of those beautiful giggles from your lips, any consequences could be dealt with later.
“And why would it be my fault? You’re the one making all the noise, love.” If you were able to glare at that moment, you would have been throwing daggers at him with your gaze, but instead you were only able to give a slightly annoyed look through squinted eyes, a large smile still stuck to your face.
“Behecause you’re tihickling mehe!” You tensed as you accidentally got a bit louder for a moment. You glanced over to Eddie, and felt a wave of relief go through you as you saw he was still completely out. You already knew he was a deep sleeper, but you couldn’t help still being a bit surprised that he could sleep through all of this so peacefully.
“Oh am I? Apologies, I hadn't realized.” He gave you a fake look of shock which quickly turned back into a cheeky grin as a small laugh escaped him at your statement of the obvious. You let out a small growl of irritation through your giggles at his sarcasm, wanting to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face.
Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get the chance to do that anytime soon, as he found the sensitive spots located right around the tops of both your hips, lightly pinching on either one. You let out a small shriek, falling to the side as your legs curled up towards you to get away from and block his attacking hands. Landing you right on top of Eddie’s lap.
“Mmn… The hell..?” Volt’s hands paused for a moment as the dark haired man awoke, albeit a bit groggily, looking down to see you laying in his lap, some giggles still slipping through your lips and a clearly flustered expression spread across your face.
“Eddie! Hehelp! Volt’s torturihing mehee!” You quickly threw him under the bus, hoping Eddie may side with you if he believed it was Volt’s fault that he was woken up. Technically, it really was, as you never would have fallen onto him had Volt not been viciously attacking you with tickles.
“Yes, Eddie, be a dear and help me, won't you?” Volt used the way you had fallen back to his advantage, moving your legs down onto the couch, despite your effort to keep them curled to you, and sitting atop your thighs as he tried to lure Eddie to his side. Eddie seemed puzzled at first, but Volt cleared up that confusion by returning his fingers to your hips, making you break into immediate giggles once more as he softly pinched around them. The previously sleeping man let out an amused sigh as he became more cognisant and realized what you both had been talking about, already knowing whose side he was going to be on.
“Well, I suppose if you both insist.” You lost all hope you once had of him helping you as soon as you felt him shift, hearing the playful tone in his voice as his hands took your wrists and easily pinned them above your head onto the couch. You could instantly tell how screwed you were, now completely stuck between them with no way to protect yourself. You could feel butterflies fluttering through your stomach as you looked up at Eddie, a small smirk tugging at his lips already.
“Nohoo! Nohot him! Hehelp mehe!” You pulled at your hands that were trapped in his grip, though not too hard, not actually wanting to break free. You knew that if you genuinely told them to stop, then they would, without hesitation, but you didn’t really want that, and they definitely didn’t either.
“Aah, bit too late for that, sorry. Should’ve been clearer before.” Just like Volt, there was no hint of remorse in his voice as he decided to join in on the fun, however, his approach was very different from the other man’s. Rather than jumping in with clawed fingers in an attempt to get the biggest reaction out of you, he gently fluttered his nails on the side of your neck, tracing around to the other side to do the same, back and forth, bringing some small squeaks out of you between giggles. Perhaps it was just because he wasn’t fully awake yet, but you were surprised how much softer he was about it compared to Volt, though the conflicting feelings almost made it worse. Your brain couldn’t tell whether to focus on those light touches around your neck, or the almost electric sensations spreading throughout your sides as Volt moved up to them once again, wanting to try the area once more now he had easier access to it with your body being slightly stretched out over Eddie’s lap.
“Mm, yes. You really should be more specific, dear. You only have yourself to blame for this, honestly.” You would have loved to rebuttal, slinging some sort of insult or profanity at the white haired man, but your words were quickly caught in your throat as Volt’s fingers found the spot where your ribs and sides met, a squeal replacing whatever you actually wanted to come out of your mouth. Both of the men couldn’t stop the soft smiles that took over from hearing all the cute noises you were making from just some simple touches, and you could swear you heard some quiet laughs slip out from Eddie’s lips under Volt’s louder chuckles, your face only growing hotter as you felt your heart skip a beat at the sounds.
“Thihis ihis so unfahahaiir!” You whined out a complaint as soon as you found your ability to speak again, one that neither of them seemed to take seriously. They exchanged mocking looks, knowing that it absolutely was completely unfair, but that fact only seemed to make this even more amusing for them, finding it adorable how you only seemed to fight with your words and never to actually get away.
“Darling, who ever said anything about playing ‘fair’?” Volt emphasized his words by bringing his hands up to under your arms, which were still pinned above you by Eddie, his grip holding strong, especially for someone who had been sleeping only a few minutes ago. He tested them first, using only his index fingers to circle around the outside to the center, wanting to see just how ticklish you may be here before going all in. He was extremely pleased when he heard your giggles getting higher as your arms reflexively jerked down, but didn’t break from the hold they were stuck in, an almost nervous glint in your eyes. You cursed at yourself mentally for choosing to wear a tank top for a pajama shirt tonight, but the weather has been quite warm recently, so it felt like the best choice earlier on.
“Y'know, if you didn't want this, then you really shouldn't have woken me up.” You felt a mix of shock and slight exasperation as you heard Eddie's words, but when you looked up at him, his expression clearly gave away that he was just messing with you. Seeing the cocky looks on their faces, part of you already began plotting your revenge on them, especially Volt, him being the one who got you stuck in this situation in the first place. You couldn't focus too much on that right now, though, too busy squeaking under their hands and they tested out every spot they could reach on you.
“Thahat wahas Voholt’s fahault ahand yohou knohow ihihit!” The mentioned man let out a fake sigh and pretended to look disappointed at your words, still not stopping the tracing under your arms as he did, though Eddie had taken his fingers away from your neck, allowing some slight relief.
“Still blaming me for your mistake I see… I think we need to teach you how to take some responsibility, live wire.” A shiver went through you at his tone, it sounding even more sinister than his previous teasing. You looked into his eyes and hated how someone could look so innocent yet so mischievous at the same time. They were full of so much love and adoration for you, and yet his smirk looked downright evil, only confirming the fact you already knew. You were screwed.
“V-Voholt, whatehever you’re thihinking, yohou behetter nohot! Eheddie, hehelp mehee!” You tried giving Eddie your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to garner some possible sympathy from him, but he just snickered at your misfortune, using his free hand to push your hair from out of your face, running his fingers through it soothingly after.
“Sorry, but Volt’s right. You really do need to learn how to take responsibility. I mean, I was sleeping soo well before you woke me up, kinda rude, don’t you think?” His sarcastic tone was a stark contrast to the comforting way he played with your hair, only making you whine at him more at his refusal to take your side.
“Yohou fehell asleheep durihing the mohovie yohou pihicked! Isn't thahat ruhude?!” Knowing you weren't winning him over, you switched to antagonizing him, which may not have been your brightest decision. You saw his face flush red for a moment as his hand froze, clearly a bit flustered about that now that you had called it out, Volt chuckling at his embarrassment.
“Thehey do have a point there, dear.” Eddie shot a glare to him, and then back to you before removing his hand from your hair and placing it on your ribs. He didn’t actually do anything yet, but the contact of his hand on the spot made you tense, as you expected him to immediately dig into it.
“And here I was trying to be the nice one. I guess that was my bad.” His words were full of a playful irritation that made you want to sink right into the couch and disappear, and if you thought Volt’s smirk was evil, Eddie’s was downright villainous, a small bout of regret almost starting to creep its way into your brain. Before you could apologize or get even a single word out, you felt his nails moving across your ribs in a much more calculated way than your previous attacker. That combined with the way Volt was still tracing under your arms caused a small shriek to leave your lips, his other hand still preventing you from yanking your arms down as you continued pulling on them. Not one to be outdone, Volt stepped up his game as well, turning one finger into three under both arms, adding his thumb and middle finger to scritch his silver painted nails in and out the center of your underarms.
“W-Wahait! Sohorry, Ihi’m sohohorryyy!” Hiccups began filling your laugh as the sensations overwhelmed your brain, unable to decide which one was worse. Neither of them listened to you, too busy enjoying your helpless laughter and the chance to get revenge for all the times you had sassed them before.
“You know, I really don’t understand how it took until tonight to find out about this. I mean, they’re so sensitive, it’s a miracle they were able to keep it hidden till now.” Volt’s words were directed towards Eddie, but his gaze stayed on you, watching your face as he spoke and moved his hands just slightly around, trying nearby spots like your upper arms and the sides of your underarms, going closer to your back. He was pleasantly surprised when the latter spot was met with more squeaks in your laugh and your shoulders shaking slightly in an attempt to get his hands away.
“You’re right… How did you manage to keep this from us? It feels like we’re barely doing anything, yet here you are looking like you're fighting for your life.” ‘Barely doing anything’ felt like the understatement of the century to you, especially coming from the man who managed to learn just the right ways to take you apart in a matter of minutes, though being honest, it really wasn’t that much of a feat. He managed to find every spot on your ribs that made you flinch, giggle, and squeal, hitting them with perfect accuracy, yet still keeping his touch gentle enough to not fully overwhelm you. Volt was more interested in finding every spot on you that he could, aiming for quantity over quality, it seemed. Every time he changed spots and heard your laugh change, even just slightly, he lit up. He was clearly enjoying that no matter where he tried, it got some sort of reaction out of you, no matter how big or small it may be.
“Ihi wahasn't tryihing toho!” That may not have been completely true. There were a few times when you may have lied to them when they accidentally tickled you before, but you felt them knowing that may only make things worse for you. If it weren't for the way your vision slightly blurred from the tears beginning to well in your eyes from laughing, you may have noticed the looks of skepticism the two men shared with each other.
“Oh dear… I believe they may be lying.” Volt stopped his hands for a moment, noticing the way your eyes were starting to water, Eddie following right after, though neither moved away from the spots completely.
“Oh, they definitely are. Did you really think you could keep being this ticklish a secret from us?” Eddie emphasized his point by giving your side a light pinch, making you jerk away with a squeak before you answered.
“Mahaybe…” Honestly, you didn't really know what your plan was with hiding it as long as you did. If you knew it would turn out like this, you probably would have let them find out much sooner.
“Hmm, I feel as though we should make up for all that lost time of not knowing. Don't you agree?” Volt looked to Eddie once more, both sharing the same sinister look with each other.
“N-No! I don’t!” You felt your stomach already fluttering yet again with anticipation of another round. Despite your words, however, you didn’t really want them to stop just yet.
“Ah ah, dear. I wasn't asking you, besides, I believe all of us know that's just another lie.” Volt’s smirk said everything you needed to know. They had you fully figured out. Your eyes went wide, a nervous smile taking over your lips against your will as you went to refute.
“Wha- I don't-” Your stuttered replies were interrupted by their shared snickers, Eddie speaking up this time.
“Don't think we haven't noticed how you didn't once actually ask us to stop. Not to mention, I've seen you when working before, you have more strength than that, love.” Your face felt hotter than ever before, both men having easily caught on to the fact that you really didn't mind this kind of attention. Through that embarrassment though, you felt relief. They weren’t weirded out by it, and they were teasing, sure, but they weren’t actually being mean about it. You realized that the reason you tried to hide your sensitivity wasn’t in fear of this. It was in fear of judgement, of disgust, of being shamed. You felt embarrassed in a bit more of a foolish way now. Of course they weren’t going to hate you or find you weird over something as silly as enjoying tickling, in fact, they both seemed quite happy about the fact that you liked it.
They seemed to notice how flustered you were getting, both beginning to get a bit worried they had made you uncomfortable or assumed wrong as you got quiet. You were a bit surprised as you felt Eddie release your arms and Volt move off of your legs, shifting himself, and you, to sit on the couch with your legs in his lap. Eddie moved over, turning himself to the side to have your head resting on his crossed calves, bringing a hand to the side of your face after, softly holding it as his thumb brushed over your cheek. Volt followed suit, doing the same as he rested his hand right above your knee, comfortingly rubbing his thumb on the side of it, making sure to add enough pressure that it wouldn't tickle.
“Apologies if we assumed wrong dear, but please know, it’s quite alright if you do like this. Honestly, I think it’s truly adorable, don't you agree?” Volt’s voice was softer than you had heard it all night, trying to soothe you in case you were upset, not knowing that it was very much the opposite. He gave a glance to Eddie as he asked his question, looking for backup in reassuring you.
“It really is.” Eddie’s eyes were locked to yours, his gaze transfixed on you as if you were the prettiest night sky he ever saw. He cleared his throat and refocused himself as he realized how much he was staring, the same flush from earlier returning to his cheeks. If either of you teased him about it, he’d make an excuse about how he was still tired, but you both knew it was bullshit.
“What he means to say is, while we very much enjoy this, if you truly do not, then we’ll stop. Just say the word, dear.” Volt grabbed one of your freed hands, pressing a kiss to the back before setting it down with a gentle squeeze. You took them in for a moment, almost tearing up as you wondered how you got so lucky as to end up together with these two amazing men.
“I mean, you don’t- you don’t have to stop…” You couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eyes, glancing towards the television instead, where you saw the ending to the movie that none of you had been paying attention to playing out. You could feel the tension ease out from both the men you were laid upon, knowing that you were okay and that their assumptions turned out correct.
“That sounds like an invitation, love.” Volt's sly tone was back immediately, his arm starting to wrap around your legs to keep you still for what he had planned. You moved your arms to cover your face, trying to block it from their view in an attempt to save yourself even a sliver of dignity tonight.
“Nuh uh, none of that. No way you're hiding that pretty face of yours away from us.” Eddie went to move your arms away from your face, but you decided to be more difficult this time, becoming even more playful than before, now that you had nothing to hide. You held your arms tightly around your head, blocking as much of your face as you could while not covering your nose too much, still, of course, needing to breathe. Eddie tried pushing them up gently, but noticed you weren’t budging, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Oo, our little live wire really wants to play now.” Volt wasn't helping Eddie at all as he smiled at your newfound stubbornness, it being very amusing for him to see you try to defy the other. Eddie let out a fake sigh of resignation as he moved his hands from your arms down to your stomach.
“Guess we'll just have to make you move them a different way then.” Right as the words left Eddie's mouth, they began again. Volt's free hand tested out your knees, spiraling his nails from the center outward, his other arm holding your legs strong, keeping you from jerking your leg away. Eddie, on the other hand, had both his hands on your waist, one gently clawing your stomach near your belly button while his other did the same to your side. Though you wanted to try and stay stubborn, the combined sensations made you drop your arms almost instantly, grabbing at Eddie's hands, but not deterring him in the slightest.
“Shihit! Wahahait!” No matter how much you squirmed, there was no escape. Volt had a steady hold on your legs as he alternated between your knees, loving the way it made you shake and squeak. Eddie kept his hands moving, lowering them to your hips as he massaged his thumbs into your skin towards the top of them, the same spot Volt had found earlier. The squeal you let out only motivated him further, keeping his touch focused on them, continuing to softly dig into the spot.
“My, that didn’t last long.” Volt teased you for your short lived defiance, both men having smug smiles plastered to their faces. You attempted to flip him off, bringing one hand off of Eddie’s and just barely getting your middle finger up before he switched methods and squeezed above one of your knees while scribbling under the other with the hand of the arm wrapped around your legs. Your hand quickly fell, hitting down on the couch cushion as you cackled.
“Well, I am getting them pretty bad, makes sense they wouldn’t be able to hold out.” Eddie’s voice sounded far too cocky, obviously trying to antagonize the other. A slightly surprised look took over Volt’s expression for a moment before realizing what the other was doing, playing along with his game.
“That may be true, however, I think I may be what truly made them cave in the end.” You could sense something brewing between the two of them, a competition that you were the main determining factor in. You could tell where it was going, the anticipation filling your stomach only adding to the sensations dancing around your legs and waist.
“Why don't we just have them decide, then? Tell us, who’s doing a better job of breaking you?” Eddie leaned forward so his head was almost directly above yours, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he changed from massaging your hips to dragging his nails up and down them, slipping just slightly under the band of your pajama pants.
“Yes, dear. Please let us know, and I’d make sure to answer correctly, if I were you.” Volt stepped up his game as well, moving up to your thighs and targeting the underside of them, scritching all around the area, trying to find the spots that would make you squeal. He got what he wanted and more, a small shriek leaving you at the combined attacks, hiccupy laughter taking over right after.
“Yohou’re bohoth bahad! Gehet awahahay!” You squirmed as much as you could, but there was no escape from their hands. You couldn't even figure out what to do with your own, wanting to cover your face, grab at their hands, and slam them on the couch all at the same time. You settled with grabbing at Eddie's wrists again, his hands being the ones closest to yours.
“Ah ah. That doesn't answer our question, love.” Volt’s hands formed claws as he vibrated them into the sides of your thighs, your legs kicking out in his grip, still without breaking free.
“Maybe they just need a bit more motivation.” Another shudder went through you at the way he spoke, questioning how they were planning on making it worse than it already was. You were surprised when you felt Eddie’s hands pause for a moment, alleviating some of the sensation, but not all, as Volt still continued. You felt his hands go under your arms and jolted, but he wasn’t attempting to tickle you there this time. Instead, he lifted you to be sitting up in his lap, tucking his chin into your neck as his arms wrapped around you.
“Well, this hardly seems fair, I think I may need to even the field a bit.” Volt stopped as well as he adjusted himself once more, now straddling your calves, giving himself easier access to more of your spots.
“Yohou’re one to tahalk about fair!” Some giggles still fell from your lips as you used the momentary break to catch your breath and call out Volt’s hypocrisy. He only let out a laugh at you, Eddie even letting out a huff of amusement, one you could feel on your neck from his closeness, it sending a small shiver through you.
“It is really unfair if you enjoy it, live wire?” That got you quiet quick, him looking knowingly into your eyes as he said it making it even worse. An embarrassed pout took over for a moment, mumbling a small ‘shut up’ under your breath that you didn't mean, only serving to entertain both men more.
“Clearly we aren’t doing enough if they still have this much of an attitude. I think we need to teach them why they shouldn’t test us so much.” Eddie’s arms tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed to him as he made sure to speak lighter, being close to your ear.
“I agree, and they still haven’t told us who’s been doing a better job. I would very much like to know, dear.” One finger dragged up and down one of your thighs, making sure not to tickle too much, not yet.
“I cahan’t decide! You’re both mean!” You wiggled around in their grip, but there was no way you were getting out now, nervous laughs completely taking over before they could even start again. They couldn’t help but find it incredibly endearing how cute you were right now. You were undeniably flustered, but there was a sparkle in your eyes that told them how much fun you were having, despite your attempts to call them ‘mean’.
“Oh live wire…” Volt’s hands stilled for a moment, Eddie leaning in close to your ear right after.
“You haven’t seen mean yet.” Before you could even fully comprehend the words that were whispered into your ear, their hands began moving again, it all happening so suddenly that you couldn’t even begin to stop the scream that left your lips. Volt’s fingers were gently but quickly pinching at your inner thighs, moving up and down them, sporadically switching to dragging his nails across the front or sides of them before changing back again. Eddie, on the other hand, had unwound his arms from you to place his hands back onto your hips, this time slipping under the bottom of your tank top and massaging his thumbs into your lower back while the rest of his fingers gently dug into the sides of them. He added on to that by nuzzling his chin into your neck, making sure his stubble softly scraped against the side and down to your shoulder.
“WAHAIT! NOHOHO!” You could barely get the words out, far too lost in your own laughter. Though your body wiggled around as much as was possible, you didn't move much, your two boyfriends keeping you trapped as they continued.
“All you need to do is tell us who's doing a better job, dear. That can't be too hard, right?” Volt changed his methods again as he spoke, softly digging the tips of his fingers into the spot where your thighs and hips met, enjoying the way it made your laugh get higher and legs attempt to kick out from under him. It was far easier for him to say that. You couldn't even focus on the feelings separately, all of them combining to turn your brain to mush as squeals and hiccups poured from your lips. That was until Eddie moved his hands up to your ribs, now focusing his touch on the lower back of them. You would have fully folded into yourself if his hands hadn't been there, your laugh turning silent for a moment after the loudest shriek of the night left you. They both stopped again, mostly in shock, but also wanting to make sure they didn't go too far. As soon as your giggles came back and your head fell against Eddie's shoulder to reveal your wide smile, they untensed, seeing that you were still having fun.
“I think we have an answer.” Eddie shot Volt a smug look, knowing it was the spot on your back that made you react like that. Volt rolled his eyes dramatically, not ready to admit his loss just yet.
“Now now. We don't have an answer until they give us one. Ready to decide, live wire?” You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to think of how to answer. Both of them were horribly good teases, and made quick work of finding a good amount of your sensitive spots and what worked best on them, it felt impossible to choose between the two of them.
“Ihi can't pick. Cahan't we just say you both win?” Volt was about to jokingly argue that a decision needed to be made when a loud yawn came from you, it spreading to both men, making all of you realize just how late it had gotten.
“I suppose that's agreeable for now. Though don't think we'll be forgetting about this anytime soon.” Volt shot you a wink as he moved off of your legs, Eddie taking you off his lap to be squished comfortably in between them and the couch. Their arms wrapped around you, holding you protectively as you began to drift off, all the energy you used up quickly catching up to you.
“You did good, get some sleep.” Eddie used the arm that wasn't around you to grab a large blanket, handing one side to Volt as they carefully placed it over all three of you, making sure you were fully covered.
“Thanks guys.. I love you both.. Goodnight.” The soft smile and tone to your voice melted their hearts, Eddie placing a kiss to your forehead and Volt doing the same to your cheek as they smiled with you.
“We love you too.” Eddie spoke without fully looking at either of you, still a bit embarrassed whenever he said the words.
“Good night, live wire.” Volt shut the TV off, pushing himself even closer to you to give you more warmth as you slept. Eddie copied, leaning into your other side so the three of you could be as close as possible. It didn't take long for all of you to fully nod off, each of you getting a better night's sleep than you had had in a while.
(thank you thank you thankyou all!!! so much for the love and support from my last fic im so glad yall liked it it make me ecstatic that its loved this is and abel x redeemed sinner reader tickle fic i hope you all enjoy)😘😘😘😘
Abel had always been everything Adam refused to be.
Where Adam was hard and unyielding, Abel was gentle. Thoughtful. Soft in ways Heaven rarely celebrated. He could be timid at times, yes—but every ounce of bravery he had, he spent on the people who needed it most. On hope. On the belief that Heaven and Hell didn’t have to be enemies. That change, redemption, and compassion weren’t weaknesses.
Y/N embodied that belief.
A sinner redeemed. Someone Abel should have, by all heavenly standards, kept at arm’s length. But he couldn’t. He didn’t even try anymore. Every time Y/N smiled at him, every time they sought him out for comfort or conversation, he felt something warm and overwhelming bloom inside of him.
And lately, whenever they sat together, Abel found himself watching them more than the world around him.
Today was no different.
They sat side by side in the Garden of Eden, the true one—untouched, untouched by time or human hands since the Fall. Eden was peaceful in a way that felt impossible for both Heaven and Hell. Holy light filtered through enormous fruit trees, gilding the air with golden dust. Flowers glowed faintly where they grew, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves, humming a lullaby older than the Earth itself.
Y/N sat with legs tucked beneath them, eyes wide in quiet wonder. They looked like Eden had been made just for them.
Abel didn’t look at the scenery.
He looked at them.
Y/N’s awe made him ache. How could someone so pure-hearted have ever been condemned? How had Hell claimed them when Heaven should have held them tight?
His breath caught as they turned their head and their eyes met his. There was a softness there—an unspoken warmth—that pulled his heart forward even before he consciously leaned in.
“Abel…?” Y/N whispered, voice barely above the rustling leaves.
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
He closed the distance slowly, giving them time to pull away. They didn’t. Their breath hitched softly. Abel’s hand trembled as it hovered near their cheek. His heart thundered like it was trying to escape his ribs.
He leaned in—
“ABEL!”
The spell shattered like glass dropped on marble.
Lute stormed into the garden with sharp, echoing footsteps. Her face was twisted in disgust, wings drawn high with righteous fury.
Abel whipped around, startled. Y/N flinched as if struck.
Lute’s eyes narrowed. “Your father would be horrified by you.”
Her voice was venom in silk.
“Getting close to a sinner? Touching one? Adam would be disgusted by the sight alone.”
Y/N froze, their posture curling inward. Shame—old, familiar, suffocating—washed over their features as they dropped their gaze to the grass. The brightness in their eyes dimmed instantly, replaced with that wounded look Abel hated more than anything.
Something inside Abel broke.
He stood up—slowly, deliberately—and turned toward Lute with a steadiness she had never seen in him. His wings unfurled in a sharp, protective arc as he stepped between Lute and Y/N.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. His voice trembled with anger he rarely allowed himself to show. “Don’t you ever speak to them like that.”
Lute scoffed. “I’m reminding you of your bloodline. Your father’s legacy—"
“I am not my father!”
The entire garden echoed with his shout. Birds startled into the sky. Light pulsed like a heartbeat through the trees.
Abel’s hands balled into fists. He stepped forward until Lute instinctively backed up.
“My father ruled through cruelty. Fear. Judgment.” His voice wavered, but not from uncertainty—from conviction. “I refuse to be like him.”
He glanced back at Y/N—small, folded in, trying to disappear.
“And I will never let anyone make them feel unworthy again. Not even you.”
Lute’s expression twisted in outrage. “This is a mistake you’ll regret.”
“No,” Abel said firmly. “The only mistake is listening to you.”
She stormed out of Eden in a swirl of feathers and fury.
As soon as she was gone, Abel rushed back to Y/N and knelt before them. Gently, he placed a hand under their chin and lifted, urging their eyes to meet his.
“Hey,” he whispered, voice breaking into tenderness. “Don’t listen to her. You are not filthy. You are not unworthy. You’re…”
He swallowed hard.
“You’re everything good I’ve ever known.”
Y/N’s lips trembled. “But she’s right. I’m—”
“No.” Abel cupped their face with both hands. “You’re not what she called you. You’re kind and brave and so, so important to me.”
Y/N didn’t lift their head. Their shoulders were shaking. It made something in Abel twist painfully.
He had to fix this. He had to.
So he thought of the one thing that always brought light back into Y/N’s eyes. Something gentle. Familiar. Safe.
His smile turned mischievous—a rare spark that only Y/N ever saw.
“Well,” he said softly, “if my words aren’t cheering you up…”
Y/N blinked, confused. “Abel…?”
He wiggled his fingers.
“Then I guess,” he said, leaning closer,
“…I’ll just have to use… emergency measures.”
Y/N gasped, realizing too late.
“Abel—no—!”
He pounced.
His hands slid to their sides, scribbling playfully, and Y/N burst into startled laughter, falling back into the soft Eden grass. Abel followed, hovering over them, gently but persistently tickling until their tears of sadness melted into breathless giggles.
“Ab—Abel! S-stop—!” they squeaked, half laughing, half breathless.
“Never,” he beamed. “Not until I see that smile again.”
Y/N squirmed, kicking lightly, laughter spilling uncontrollably. Abel eased up whenever they needed air, then resumed with feather-light teases along their ribs or pokes beneath their arm, each time earning another burst of joyful sound he cherished more than heavenly choirs.
The garden filled with laughter—pure and untainted.
When Y/N finally collapsed back, breathless and smiling, Abel rested above them, bracing himself with hands on either side of their head. He looked down at them with so much affection it glowed brighter than the Eden light.
“See?” he whispered. “Much better.”
Y/N’s cheeks were pink. “You’re impossible…”
Abel grinned softly. “Only for you.”
He leaned closer, heartbeat steady now, resolved.
“Who cares what my father would think?” he murmured. “Who cares what anyone says?”
His forehead rested gently against theirs.
“I choose you. I always will.”
And then he kissed them—slow, tender, full of everything he’d been holding back for far too long.
(author note - hope you enjoyed he was just like a teddy bear i couldn't resist and don't for get you're amazing and that i am open to any request)
Hey, can you do one where Y/N has coffee that's really sweet and Doey, being curious, drinks it and gets really hyper before having a sugar crash?
Good idea 👍🏾 Thank you for request this story. Poppy Playtime x Gender Neutral Reader “Finally Free” Request #4. Enjoy the story. Btw it may take a while for me to get all of your request, but I will write them. Lots of fluff ☁️ in this story.
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Like any other day, you woke up at 8:00am, did your daily routine, and make breakfast for your family. The toys woke up and came downstairs for breakfast
Y/N: “Morning kids.”
You prepared waffles, bacon, eggs, and orange juice for your kids. And a coffee for yourself.
Doey was the last one to walk downstairs. He let out a big yawn, showing he’s big, red teeth.
Y/N: “Good morning, Doey.
You placed a kiss on his forehead.
Doey: “Good morning, mama/papa.”
You prepared a plate for yourself and Doey and join the others at the kitchen table. You set your coffee near you and Doey.
Doey: “Mama/Papa, what are you drinking?”
Y/N: “ Just some coffee.”
Doey: “Can I have some?”
Y/N: “No, sir. The last time we need is for you to have a sugar rush.”
Doey pouted a little, but when back to eating. As you and your family were eating breakfast, the door knocked.
Y/N: “Oh! That must be my new camera!”
You ordered a new camera to take pictures of your new family. You left the table, and Doey stared at your mug.
Doey 💭: Now’s my chance! But mom/dad said no. Maybe a little sip won’t hurt.
Doey picked up your mug and took a sip. The coffee was sweet and had a taste of peppermint. Doey chugged your mug until it was empty.
You came back into the kitchen to show off your new camera.
Y/N: “Hey guys, check out my new camera. You want to take some pictures of you all the hang up on the walls.”
Poppy: “That sounds like fun!”
Kissy wrote on her write board: “I want to look perfect for the camera.”
Y/N: “Okay, let’s finish breakfast then we can start.”
You went back to your seat to finish your breakfast. You tried to take a sip of your coffee, but the mug was empty. The only one who could have drunk it was Doey. You didn’t say anything until Breakfast was over.
Y/N: “Kids, why don’t you go play? I need to talk to Doey for a minute.”
The toys left the kitchen, leaving you and Doey alone.
Y/N: “Didn’t I tell you not to drink the coffee?”
Doey: “…Yes.”
Y/N: “So, why did you drink it?”
Doey: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! But it was so sweet and tasty! And smelled like peppermint!”
Doey continued rambling so quickly. You knew he was beginning to have a sugar rush. You needed to get the sugar out his system or he might destroy your house.
Y/N: “Okay, Okay! Doey, it’s fine. Why don’t we go outside and play a game?”
Doey: “Like what!?”
Y/N: “Hide and seek tag. You try to hide and I’ll seek.”
Doey: “Okay! Okay, Okay! Let’s play!”
He took your arm and ran outside.
Y/N: “Okay now you go hide and I’ll seek!”
You counted to ten and went to look for Doey. As you were looking for Doey, you heard giggling behind some bushes and saw Doey hiding.
Y/N: “Tag, you’re it!”
You ran as fast as you could away from Doey, but he was too fast due to the sugar in his body. You looked back to see him catching up to you really quickly. You tried to run away from him, but he was too fast and grabbed you by your sides, tickling you. You broke out into laughter.
Y/N: “Doey! Stop! That tickles! I’m caught! I’m caught! You won! Let me go! Please!”
Doey: “ Ha! You’re it! You are it! You can’t trick me! You can’t outrun me! I’m too good! I’m too quick!”
You couldn’t stop laughing as Doey continued tickling you and bragging about him catching you. He stopped tickling you and picked you up in the air.
Doey: “ Let’s play some more mama/papa!”
You gave him a thumb up as you were a little tired.
For the next 4 hours, you played capture the flag, statues, scavenger hunt, and Hopscotch. Some of the mini critters and Yarnaby came out to play were you two, but they couldn’t keep up with Doey’s sugary energy.
Y/N: “Okay, Doey. Let’s go inside.”
Doey: “But I’m still wanna play!”
Y/N: “Well, let’s play inside.”
You, Doey, and the others toys came inside the house and the toys, except for Doey, fell asleep on the couch. Those games wore them out. Yarnaby took up most of couch and the mini critters lay on top of him.
Doey: “What do you want to play now, mama/papa?”
Y/N: “I got the perfect game!”
Doey: “OH! What is it?”
Y/N: “Sit next to Yarnaby, close your eyes, and count to 35.”
Doey fell asleep. Now his sugar rush crashed and he was sound asleep.
You took your camera out and took a picture of the sleeping toys.
Y/N: “These is going in the photo album.”
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⚠️ This is a tickle story, if that's not your thing then please keep on scrolling
The moment you stepped into Dr. Elias’s office, the playful doctor greeted you with a beaming smile. His curly brown hair was slightly ruffled, and his white coat hung loosely over his shoulders. “Ah! My favorite patient has arrived!” he announced, rubbing his hands together with a gleam in his eye. “Ready for your first official tickle therapy session?”
You hesitated for a moment, your stomach already twisting with anticipation. “Do I have a choice?” you asked, your voice light but wary.
Dr. Elias chuckled, shaking his head. “Not at all! A score of ten means we need to be very thorough. Can’t have you walking around all tense and ticklish without proper treatment, now can we?”
He gestured toward the familiar cushioned examination table and patted it encouragingly. “Go on, lie down. I want you comfy and cozy for this.”
You climbed onto the table, heart pounding as you settled on your back. Dr. Elias wasted no time. He adjusted the wrist supports and playfully wiggled his fingers. “Now, let’s see… where should we start today?”
Before you could answer, he gave your side a few experimental squeezes, making you jerk and giggle immediately.
“Ohhh, still just as ticklish as last time! Maybe even worse,” he teased, grinning as he continued to lightly squeeze up and down your sides, his fingers dancing unpredictably. “This area is going to need some extra attention.”
You squealed, twisting instinctively, but his hands followed every movement, ensuring you couldn’t escape his playful assault. “No squirming away! This is therapy, after all.”
Your laughter filled the room as he shifted to your ribs, drumming his fingers rapidly along each sensitive bone. “These ribs are criminally ticklish,” he noted with a chuckle. “We might have to call in reinforcements at some point!”
You gasped between giggles, already feeling breathless. “Wh-whohoho would you evehen—?!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he interrupted, wiggling his fingers under your arms now, making you arch and shriek, “for now, it’s just me. And I take my job very seriously.”
Your arms trembled as he gently scratched along the hollows of your underarms, taking his time exploring the sensitive skin. "AhaHAHAHA!!" your laughter rises with each wiggle.
His teasing words didn’t help either. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~,” he cooed. “You’re doing so well! But I think we can get even more giggles out of you…”
His hands traveled down to your stomach, where he playfully scribbled along your belly. “Ah, yes, I remember this spot being extra fun,” he mused. “Let’s confirm, shall we?”
Your laughter exploded as he used all ten fingers to wiggle and knead at your stomach, occasionally dipping toward your sides or fluttering at your waistline. The unpredictability of his tickling made it impossible to prepare for, and the more you laughed, the more delighted he seemed.
“Such a ticklish patient,” he praised. “And we haven’t even gotten to the best part yet…”
You barely had time to recover before he shifted his focus to your feet. “Now, I don't recall these being noted,” he said mischievously as he grasped your ankle. “Shall we test?”
“No—WAIT! N-NOT TH—!” But it was too late. The second his fingers danced along your sole, you erupted into uncontrollable laughter, thrashing as much as you could.
Dr. Elias chuckled. “Ohhh yes, definitely a ten! Maybe even an eleven.” He used one hand to hold your foot steady while the other gently scratched along your arch, occasionally dragging a single finger up and down your sole. “Such wiggly toes! Let’s not neglect those.”
You howled as he playfully wiggled each toe, testing their sensitivity one by one. “Coochie coochie coo! This therapy is working wonders already,” he teased.
By the time he finally slowed, you were gasping for breath, your face flushed with laughter. Dr. Elias grinned, crossing his arms as he watched you recover. “That was an excellent first session,” he said. “You did so well.”
You groaned, still catching your breath. “That was so unfair…”
He chuckled, tapping his chin. “Unfair? But it’s necessary! You’re a very special case, you know. I must be thorough.”
You gave him a playful glare. “How many more of these do I need?”
He smirked. “Ohhh, at least daily sessions for the foreseeable future.” His eyes gleamed mischievously. “And I promise—I’ll make each one even more fun than the last.”
With that, he patted your foot one last time before helping you up. “Same time tomorrow?”
Dr. Elias simply grinned. “Nope! See you then, my wonderfully ticklish patient.”
You sighed, shaking your head with a smile. “I don’t think I have a choice, do I?”
🕸️ - You two met after she saved you from someone who was about to mug you. She had been watching you walk home from work on your way back to your apartment when she saw a man walking your way with a knife.
🕸️ - She quickly took care of him and swooped down to check and make sure you were okay.
🕸️ - She, however, kept stumbling over her words over your beauty. Even doing that weird little about to give you a handshake then maybe a hug and back to a high five. You ended up giggling and giving her a hug for her service.
🕸️ - She was nervous at first then hugged you back. She’s great at giving hugs!
🕸️ - From then on, she would make sure you got home safely from work. At first she would hide and watch from a distance. Little did she know that you caught on to this after a bit.
🕸️ - You took a different way one day and waited for her to come to the ground to search for you before scaring her from behind.
🕸️ - Since then, she would walk with you home, or even better yet, swing you across buildings with you in her arms to make sure no one saw her just walking down the street as Spider-Woman.
🕸️ - One day a new student came to your college class named Robin Buckley. She had immediately eyed you when she walked in. Something about her seemed very familiar but you didn’t know what.
🕸️ - You two got really close going forward and before you knew it, she told you about her secret double-life.
🕸️ - She felt embarrassed when you said you had a suspicion but of course kept it secret and asked lots and lots of questions about it all.
🕸️ - Time went on and you both developed feelings for each other which blossomed into a beautiful and kinky relationship.
🕸️ - Robin is a switch but likes to dom most of the time. Both with pleasuring you and when it comes to tickling.
🕸️ - She wasn’t into it until you introduced her to it. And my gosh she fell in love with it.
🕸️ - She doesn’t crave being tickled like you do, but she loves tickle fights that she lets you win for a second before turning the tables on you.
🕸️ - Guys she’s literally Spider-Woman she’s incredibly strong and quick and has spider senses!
🕸️ - The only way to win against her in a tickle fight is if she’s properly pinned or tied down and you go after her worst spots.
🕸️ - You better believe she uses her webs to tie you up and pin you down.
🕸️ - I mean how can she not? She sees how much it flusters you and it’s so easy to make you blush.
🕸️ - Learned a bunch of different ways to tie you up with her webs, but also doesn’t mind using handcuffs and stuff.
🕸️ - She finds it so hot that just a small touch can make you fall to your knees.
🕸️ - Her spider senses help her sense each and every ticklish nerve and can sense how sensitive each one is compared to the other.
🕸️ - Yeah you can’t hide anything from her. She knows which spots will make you shriek, snort, giggle, all of the above. She’s a menace.
🕸️ - She’s a very sweet menace though. Always making sure there’s water somewhere in the room before a session and grabbing you some if there isn’t any. She’s also really big on boundaries and making sure you’re not uncomfortable.
🕸️ - She’s neurodivergent and never wants to make you overstimulated which you really appreciate.
🕸️ - My gosh she loves seeing what tickle tools work on you. Her favorites are those little spiky pinwheels. They’re so little but they tickle so much and she finds it so cute and hot.
🕸️ - Her teases depending on the day range from compliments and sweet talk, to absolutely merciless and telling you to beg for mercy.
🕸️ - She likes to interrogate you with stupid little things like what you’re getting her for your birthday or where did you hide her favorite hoodie.
🕸️ - She’s also into role play. It’s usually her playing the hero while you’re a villain she’s “captured” and has to torture or interrogate for information that most of the time you don’t even know which is evil!!
🕸️ - Definitely sneaks pokes to your sides in public to see you freak out.
🕸️ - And she totally texts you teases when she’s out scouting and bored to make you all flustered and horny for when she gets home.
🕸️ - One of her favorite things to do while cuddling is to wrap her hands around you and tickle you while she kisses and bites your neck.
🕸️ - Always has to be touching you in some way.
🕸️ - Loves holding your hand literally everywhere you go. Whether it be to the store or just to the kitchen.
🕸️ - She can never be close enough to you while cuddling. She’s always saying you’re far away when you’re on top of each other.
🕸️ - Because of this, she likes to crawl under your shirt with her hands and lay her head on your stomach. Of course tickled ensue, but she’s too cute to stop her.
🕸️ - Girly loves using a vibrator on you while she tickles you-
🕸️ - Like the strap to attach it to your leg thing! She adores seeing you happy and that she’s the one making it happen.
🕸️ - You of course return the favor, but she’s always down to give you pleasure, kisses, hugs, all of the above. She’s sweet and evil and absolutely in love with you.
Wow! It has been ages since i have posted a fic. I hope you all enjoy! It feels so wonderful and refreshing to write again❤️❤️
Warnings: SFW tickle fic. Some profanity and brief mention of sexual harassment. (Nothing explicit)
Words: 3655 Ler Loki X Lee Female reader.
Be A Man
You absolutely hated him.
You could not stand his attitude, his mischievous, his self-righteous aura. All you could think about right now was strangling this man. Maybe kicking his ass a time or two as well.
Okay, okay. You were being a little dramatic. You didn’t actually hate him. In fact, he was your best friend, who sometimes got on your nerves, but you still cared for him and loved him.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, noticing your face was red with frustration. You reached down and turned on the sink, splashing some ice water on your face to help cool your jets a little. Making eye contact with yourself again, you rubbed the sore spot on your cheekbone that was starting to bruise. It was not completely his fault, missions don’t always go to plan. You knew it was unfair to place all the blame on his shoulders, but you were still a little pissed that your partner didn’t know how to shut his mouth sometimes.
You and Loki were an interesting pair. Loki was known to be sneaky, mysterious, a little high and mighty, and sometimes a stubborn brat. Now, you knew him deeper than that and knew he was more complex and actually a caring being, but to the outside world this is how he was viewed.
You, on the other hand, were known to be bubbly, kind, outgoing, and maybe a little stubborn, but only on very specific topics. This was why you were completely shocked to hear you and Loki would be partners.
Before your partnership began, you knew very little about who this demigod was. Of course, you knew his history and where he was from, but you did not have the chance to converse with him besides polite greetings when in the kitchen or passing each other in the hallway.
One day, you received an email from SHIELD informing you that Loki was to be your assigned field partner for an extended period. You were used to working solo, but apparently, the higher-ups decided you needed someone to work alongside you, probably some new OSHA requirement or a bureaucratic policy.
Surprisingly enough, you and Loki were an amazing team. You both were stealthy, intelligent, and perceptive.That is why you were so pissed about your current mission and why you “hated” your partner.
Stationed in Greece, you and Loki were surveilling an art museum. Rumor had it that the owner was producing counterfeit artwork and selling it. Of course, this wasn’t a typical thing for SHIELD to address, but it was a critical mission because your intel mentioned the counterfeit artwork had nanotechnology hidden in the canvas backs. This particular type of nanotech in the wrong hands would be detrimental.
The mission went by flawlessly. You and Loki were disguised as a rich couple from Italy, and together you perused the art studio pretending to admire the artwork. The plan was for you to cause a diversion so Loki could scan some of the artwork with a piece of technology Tony Stark curated. The scanner was not easily hidden, so it was best if the security personnel were distracted.
Loki removed his arm from around your waist, chastely kissing you on your temple.
“I will be right across the room love. There is some fine artwork I wish to analyze, although none of this is as fine as you dear”. Loki purred, but loud enough for those around to hear.
Oh, he was good. To others in the room, you looked like hopeless romantics. Little did they know the truth.
You nodded and fought off a blush as you confirmed this was your cue to distract the security guards. Loki headed toward the back of the room while you walked over to the floor host. You had clocked it earlier that anyone who approached the host, immediately gained the attention of all the security guards, at least for a couple minutes until they deemed it safe.
“Oh excuse me, kind sir, I was wondering if you could explain the history behind this item. My husband and I are very interested in this piece”.
The host looked at you skeptically, probably because of your youthful look.
“Oh, did I mention we will be paying cash?” You opened up your purse so the man could see you weren’t bluffing.
Immediately after eyeing the cash, the man changed his demeanor.
“Of course Miss. I would be delighted to discuss this with you.” You flashed the man a dainty smile and slowly walked over to a painting in the far corner of the room.
Pretending to be highly interested in what the man was saying, you nodded and smiled intently at his every word. After what felt like a lifetime, you felt Loki snake his hands around your waist again.
“Now darling. I thought we discussed this before. The color of this painting will clash with our interior design. Perhaps we should return tomorrow and think this over before we make any decisions?”
You pretended to look upset, pouting slightly as you begrudgingly answered him.
“Yes dear. You are quite right, like always”.
Loki smiled and nonchalantly squeezed your side. You were not expecting the ticklish sensation, so you jumped back slightly and coughed to suppress your giggle.
Loki raised his eyebrows and smirked at you. Great, just what you needed! The God of Mischief knowing your little ticklish secret.
You glared back at Loki as to say “Don’t you dare think about it”. The host, who was still standing by you two, chuckled nervously and thanked you for your time. Taking that as your cue to exit the studio, you and Loki headed out.
This is when things went wrong. As you left the building, Loki still had his arm wrapped around your waist, unmoving, but you could sense the threat that loomed over you.
“Loki I swear, you even think about it and I will—“
“DAMN! Now that is a fine-looking ass if I ever saw one. Got to get me some of dat!”
You and Loki immediately turned to see a very drunk individual giving your body a look. You rolled your eyes.
Men.
You knew you had a nice body, and had been catcalled before. If you hadn’t been on a busy street trying to blend in, you would have ripped his tongue out, but you and Loki needed to get back to the safe house.
“Come on Loki, just ignore it”. You yanked on Loki’s bicep, only to find he was not moving.
“Loki, I said ignore it! We have to go!” You said through your teeth. The inebriated man was still making foul comments, but you just ignored them. Loki stepped towards the man.
“Listen here you impotent, conniving little shit. That is not how you talk to a woman”.
You yanked on his arm again as you noticed the man was getting extremely agitated.
“Loki we got to go NOW!” You urged but still, your partner did not move. You noticed his hand started to glow a faint green as Loki summoned some of his magic.
Oh boy.
You jumped in front of Loki to stop him right at the same time the drunk man was about to take a swing at Loki. He socked you solidly in the face and you stumbled a little trying to regain your footing.
“Oh, you have done it now you-“ Loki was seething more now and you had to get out of here. You yanked with all your might on Loki’s arm again and finally, he followed suit. You could hear the man yelling profanities as you walked away.
You continued down the road in silence for a few moments.
“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for asking”. You spat a little harshly. You rubbed your sore face and shot Loki a glare. Loki jumped a little at your harshness.
“I know you can take a little heat Agent. I am more concerned about why you didn’t let me demolish that cretin for slewing hateful words your way”.
You sighed. “Because Loki, I am used to being cat-called and missions always come first. I thought you of all people would understand that”.
Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. “Well, sorry agent that I tried to protect you. Won’t happen again!”
Loki continued to mumble under his breath but you couldn’t quite make out what he said.
Still upset but wanting to change topics you decided to discuss the mission.
“So, what did the scanner find in the paintings? Anything good?”
Loki shook his head. With no emotion he said “The scanner found absolutely nothing”.
You stopped in your tracks. Turning to look at Loki, his face etched with frustration and disappointment.
“Well, that’s just great! We wasted our time, found no evidence to shut this operation down, and I got punched in the face for NOTHING!”
Loki opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand motioning for him to shut it. You were overreacting, but you didn’t want to admit it quite yet. You needed to calm down first.
Now that you were a few blocks away from the studio, you clicked a button on your watch signaling your ride to pick you up. Took only a few moments before a car pulled over and you and Loki crawled in. You were both silent for the duration of the car ride.
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You splashed your face with cold water one more time before deciding it was time to exit the bathroom. Loki probably wanted to take a shower and it would be rude to not allow him that.
You headed into the main room of the quaint little cabin you were staying at and made yourself some dinner. It was nearly dark outside already and your stomach was grumbling from the lack of food.
Loki entered the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom. Before entering, he paused, looking over his shoulder.
“I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. I should never have let that buffoon put his hands on you”.
Loki’s voice was soft, gentle even. You could tell he was being sincere.
“It’s okay Loki. I am sorry for overreacting. You still love me right?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Loki chuckled and gave you a wink.
“Well of course. Dat ass is something to admire isn’t it”.
You let out a snort and gave Loki the finger as he walked into the bathroom. You two were most definitely friends, but sometimes you wondered if there was a spark of something else underneath. You blushed and felt your heart twinge at the thought.
You were falling for him.
But you couldn’t think about that right now. He was your best friend, partner, and teammate. You couldn’t risk losing him if he didn’t feel the same way.
You decided to play it safe. You were going to bottle up your feelings and wait for Loki to make his move first.
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Feeling bored and needing to pass the time, you grabbed the TV remote and scrolled through the channels to see if something piqued your interest.
“No way!” You stated to yourself out loud. “I haven’t seen this movie in forever!”
You giggled and jumped onto the couch. You had not seen Disney’s “Mulan” in ages. This movie brought back many memories of your childhood, as you watched it ample times and knew each song by heart.
Loki was still in the shower, so you had no shame in quoting the movie and singing along. As frustrated and angry as you were this morning, this movie was exactly what you needed to cheer you up.
The drums in the movie started to intensify, and you knew your favorite part was coming up. You cranked up the TV a little bit louder, grabbed your hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, and prepared for your solo.
Not caring if Loki heard you or not you yelled along with the movie.
“BE A MAN!
You must be swift as the coursing river.
BE A MAN!
With all the force of a great typhoon
BE A MAN!
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the MOOOOOON!”
You continued to sing along until a deep voice startled you from behind.
“What in Odin’s name is going on!? Is a cat being skinned alive out here??”
You threw a pillow at Loki.
“Oh shut up! I have a wonderful singing voice thank you very much. You giggled and went to grab another pillow to toss at Loki.
You knew your singing voice was horrendous, but hey at least you were in a better mood now!
Loki quickly threw his pillow back at you as you dove onto the couch to avoid being hit.
“Have you ever seen this movie Loki? It’s pretty funny I think”.
Loki walked over to where you were sitting and sat beside you. He eyed the TV suspiciously as you explained the movie was called “Mulan”.
“You really think I had time to watch a silly movie while on Asgard on a flashing electronic box? Partner, I met the real Mulan, and she was nothing like this cartoon depicts her. She was a much more intimidating woman”.
You looked at Loki with a shocked expression.
“You actually got to meet her?? That is so awesome. I bet she could kick your ass”.
Loki rolled his eyes and ignored the insult.
“So explain to me, what about that song made you scream at the top of your lungs?”
You shrugged your shoulders.
“Well besides it being hella catchy, it’s also kinda ironic. Back in those days, warriors had to live up to a higher standard to prove their manhood. But nowadays, men can act like wild dogs sometimes without repercussions.”
Loki mocked gasped.
“Ouch love, and to think that you are my friend when I to you am merely a wild dog!”
You punched Loki on the shoulder.
“Oh come on, you know I don’t think of you that way! But to be fair, you aren’t as swift as a river or have the force of a typhoon. God or not, that’s just not realistic.”
Loki’s demeanor changed after you spoke about this. His eyes narrowed and you saw a slight twinkle of mischievous. You weren’t intending to offend him. You were teasing him like you always did.
“Loki, I didn’t mean to offend you! I was just sayi—HEY!”
Without warning Loki had leapt from his spot and tackled you down on the couch. He was much stronger than you so it didn’t take long for you to be pinned and not able to wiggle very much. He was sitting on your hips with your hands under your back. You kicked your feet in a futile attempt to dislodge him.
“What were you saying dear? I am not swift like a coursing river. I feel me pinning you was awful fast.”
So this is what it was about. Loki felt you were bashing his manhood.
“Loki, this is not what I meant! I was teasing you! You are very much a man! I was referring to men like the guy who punched me today!”
You tried to buck your hips, but Loki was heavy enough that you barely moved. Starting to get nervous, you thought maybe threatening Loki would help you.
“Loki, if you don’t get off me, I will start to sing again. I know how much you love my voice”.
You opened your mouth to belt out a random tune, but instead of lyrics coming out, you squeaked. Loki had poked you on the stomach.
Shit. You forgot about your ticklish incident this morning.
“Loki, let’s talk about thIS.” Your breath hitched as Loki poked you again but on your ribs this time.
“Oh, agent! Did you think I would be forgetting this little secret you tried to hide from me? I was going to leave you alone today since you did get punched and all, but then you threatened me! And questioned my manhood.
So, yes you will sing Little Dove. You will sing for me as I show you how swift I can be. You will witness yourself being forced to giggle, shriek, laugh, and wiggle underneath me. And you will soon find out I do have the strength of a raging fire, and you will have no choice but to submit to my touch”.
Your face turned red and you turned your head away from Loki, trying to hide from him. Best friend or not, Loki’s playfulness was very attractive. Being tickled by him couldn’t be that bad, could it?
“Sing for me little birdie”
Loki wasted no time and was soon scratching his fingers very methodically in between your ribs. He was gauging which set was the most sensitive, not lingering for too long before switching to another pair.
You could not even attempt to suppress your laughter. The ticklish sensation was too much and you were soon bubbling with laughter. Your lower ribs made you giggle laugh while your upper ribs were far more sensitive causing you to squirm and squeak loudly.
In search of a more ticklish spot, Loki quickly changed tactics and was now pinching your sides and belly. You wiggled harder now and were full-on laughing. Occasionally having a snort sneak out of your mouth.
“Is this swift enough for you dear? Or should I increase my pace even more?”
Loki’s teasing was making things so much worse. He also was true to his word and his tickling fingers were spidering all over your very exposed torso, finding all your weak points. He managed to find a spot right above your hip that was super sensitive, and you thrashed as hard as you could trying to throw your partner off of you.
“LOKI STAHAHAHP IT”! You tried to sound intimidating, but the amount of laughter you were spewing along with your red face made that impossible.
“No thank you, I found a spot and I am enjoying the sweet sounds I am forcing out of you”.
Loki booped you on the nose and you reacted by trying to bite his finger.
“Well, that's rude! You should play nice silly girl, or this will only get worse for you” Loki tutted at you and wiggled his finger as if he was scolding a young child.
“This is me being nice-ehehe NO!”
You tried to snap back at him, but he used the same finger he booped you with to swipe under your chin and down your neck. You let out a very high-pitched squeal and shook your head frantically.
Loki tutted at you again and gently held your head in place by putting his hand firmly on your forehead.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach explode as you quickly realized you could not move your head even an inch. You giggled uncontrollably as you anticipated what was going to happen.
Loki gave you a smirk. “Oh, what a pity. If you are giggling this madly already, I can only imagine what will happen to you when I do THIS”.
Loki shot his hand towards your neck and your laughter was riddled with insults, threats, and begging. Loki belted out a deep laugh as you opened your eyes and realized his fingers had stopped just short of their intended target.
Your eyes widened.
“No Loki- hehe please!!”
“No what dear? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”
You felt your cheeks heat up again as you fell right into another trap.
“I- I uh plead the fifth!”
Loki smirked. “Not for long you won’t little birdie”.
Loki followed through this time and fluttered his fingers oh so gently on your neck and you soon lost your marbles.
Giggling, screeching, squealing. Your laughter echoed throughout the safe house whilst Loki had the largest smile on his face, seeing you wriggling and trying so desperately to move your head and protect the delicate skin he was torturing.
You caved after a couple of minutes and you felt a tear or two leak from your eyes.
“OKAAHAHAY YOU WIN! I LIKEEHEHE YOUUU!”
Loki stopped his hands and looked at you quizzically. Realizing you had inexplicably spilled the beans, you tried to backpedal.
“I uh I mean I -“
Loki cut you off as he leaned down to give you a light kiss. You kissed him back, hard. Both of your eyes gleamed as you broke apart.
“You think I didn’t already know that dear? You made it rather obvious when you blushed at the Art Studio. You can’t fake a blush”.
You blushed again. “I was too nervous to admit it, I didn’t know if you felt the same”.
Loki chucked. “Why else would I be tickling you to tears darling? Why would I have been so upset at that cretin earlier today? It’s because I care for you, deeper than a friendship goes”.
You hugged Loki and he helped you from your spot. Now sitting up and facing him, you felt the need to be cheeky once more.
“Well since you know I’m ticklish now, it’s only fair if you admit if you are ticklish as well.”
Loki scoffed. “You even think about revenge and next time I won’t go so easy on your sensitive little neck. I’ve heard that is a great spot to plant some raspberries.”
You involuntarily flinched at the thought.
“Well, at least I did learn something about you during this whole ordeal”.
Loki looked at you skeptically.
“You might be swift as a river, be strong as a raging fire, and have the force of a typhoon. BUT you most definitely are as mysterious as the dark side of the moon”.
Loki kissed you on the forehead.
“Now that is the most honest thing you have said all day”.
ok i mean this in like. THE LEAST KINKY WAY POSSIBLE. this is not a kink. (there's a lot of talk abt ass but like in a nonsexual way) I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A KINK. THIS IS SFW NOT GET OFF MY ASS.
ok. AND SPEAKING OF ASSES. gojo satoru is absolutely DELIGHTED when he finds out you have a ticklish ass.
(AGAIN. THIS IS NOT SOME KINKY THING GO AWAY.)
satoru loves to smack your ass in a nonsexual way just to see you get angry and swat him away. but imagine his mischievous smirk of GLEE when he drags his nails down your ass and you SNORT.
hes immediately throwing you down onto the couch and straddling your waist so you cant get up. he then gently drags his nails all over your ass and absolutely DELIGHTS in the snorts and squeals you let out.
"does my pretty girl have a ticklish ass? yeah? *chuckles* coochie coochie coo baby~"
HES SUCH A TEASE OMFG STFU.
"i didnt even know you could be ticklish here! wow you really are super sensitive, huh?"
STOP.
just continuously drags his nails all around and over your ass as you just helplessly laugh and squeal.
