Brief talk about Angel's profession and character accurate dirty dialog
Angel knew Husk wasn't a fan of his persona, even if it was only there for his own sanity, Husk preferred the real him, Anthony, not Angel Dust. It gave him comfort, knowing someone liked the real him, a place he could drop his walls if he wanted to. Husk came to their room a little later than Angel, cracking his knuckles and wrists as Angel laid sprawled out on the floor.
"What... are you doing down there?" Husk asked, seeming genuinely bewildered as he shut the door behind him, greeting Fat Nuggets with a pat on the head before going to stand over Angel who hadn't responded.
"Hey, Legs! Have you died a second time or what?"
"Certainly feels like it..."
"Ah! He speaks! What's going on? Why are you on the floor?" Angel groaned, long and dramatic, before turning on his back, looking up at Husk who had his hands on his hips.
"Work was a bitch, because Val had an attitude because Vox isn't giving him enough attention I guess. Several of the other actors clearly didn't know what they were doing which made shooting longer. And to top it all off, I had to walk home because Val refused to call me a car." Husk hissed through his teeth, a sympathetic noise Angel heard often.
"Are you hurt today?" Husk asked, much softer than his previous tone.
"You think I can't handle a little pain Baby~"
"Angel.."
"...I'm just a little sore, that's it." Angel moved to get up, wincing a bit. Husk kissed his teeth as he picked Angel up, maneuvering them to lay comfortably together on their bed, Angel laying on top of him, head resting just under his chin.
"You're sure it's just that? You're not lying to me?" Husk asked lowly, hands rubbing up and down his back extremely lightly, just in case. Angel scoffed lightly, bumping his forehead against Husk's jaw.
"I'm alright, I promise, no bruises this time. Why~? You want to give me an inspection~?" Angel purred, ignoring Husk's huff.
"Y'know, I'm talking to Anthony, not Angel Dust. Is he present? Or do I need to make an appointment?" Husk sassed, poking his shoulder blades. Angel's shoulders twitched as he choked on a giggle, reaching for Husk's hand, not being able to grab it.
"Stohop! Thihis is ruhude!" Angel whined, burying his face into his shoulder. A slow smirk rose on Husk's lips, his claws jellyfishing right on his shoulder blades.
"You're being dramatic. You offered me an inspection, now you're complaining that I'm inspecting~?"
"ThihiHIHIhis isn't ihihinspehehecting! Thihihis ihihihis cruhuhuel! Ihihihi cahahan't reheheach yohohou at ahahall!" Angel's feet shuffled against the sheets, all four of his hands flexing and clenching.
"Who am I speaking with~?" Husk teased, sending a few pokes down the back of his ribs and spine.
"Ohohoh myhyhy sahahatan, Ahahanthohohonyhyhy okahahay? Cohohome ohohon, ihihi'm tihihired!" Husk wrapped his arms around him firmly, squeezing him to his body, purring lowly.
"I fell in love with you, not your pornstar persona, ok? You don't need to pretend with me."
It was an unspoken rule that if players had to share rooms then Hayden and Shane would room together, everyone knew this. They even joked about them being so close that they might as well share a bed, though Shane made sure not to let Ilya hear that one. Hayden understood Shane better than he knew, he even knew that Shane appreciated him treating him like he would everyone else with minor adjustments for his autism. Hayden had been side eyeing Shane for the last 3 hours, his semi constant fidgeting, chewing on his hoodie string, constantly checking his phone.
"Ok, dude, what is going on? You're acting like someone is dying in the hospital and you're waiting for news... That's not actually happening is it?" Shane turned to Hayden with the most confused look he'd ever seen.
"What? No, no one's dying. What are you talking about?" Hayden exhaled heavily, obviously calmed by the fact that nothing bad was happening.
"Ok, that's good. So, what's wrong then? Why are you so antsy?" Shane shrugged, sitting next to Hayden on the bed.
"I don't know, sometimes I just get these moods where I can't relax. No big deal, it'll pass." Hayden nodded slowly, humming in thought which Shane took as him processing the information. In reality, Hayden was creating a plan, weighing his options.
"Want a distraction? Y'know, to help you relax." He asked, bumping their shoulders together. Shane sat for a few seconds, considering it before nodding.
"I have this idea, I do this to my daughters when they have too much energy and need to chill out. Turn your back to me." Shane gave him a weird look before turning, letting Hayden wrap his arms around his middle, effectively hugging him from behind.
"You just gonna trap me like this until I inevitably calm down?" Shane scoffs, faking trying to escape, making Hayden chuckle a bit.
"Nah, imma do this!" That was the only warning Shane got before Hayden dug his middle and ring fingers into his ribs. A very uncharacteristic squeal bursts from Shane's lips as he practically falls back into Hayden's chest.
"DUHUHUHUDE! WHAHAHAT AHAHARE YOHOHOU DOHOHOING?!" His head shakes frantically, his black hair flying all out of place.
"Wow, you're way more ticklish than I was anticipating!" Hayden chortles, watching Shane's phone light up again.
"Maybe we should take a video and send it to Boston Lily~"
"DOHOHON'T YOHOHOU DAHAHARE!" Hayden let's out an amused scoff, not even slightly shocked by the immediate blush on Shane's face.
"Dude, you look like you're gonna explode." He chuckled as Shane slid down into his lap, he haphazardly pushed at Hayden's hands, mainly trying to cover himself. Hayden groaned dramatically at the sound of Shane's ringtone, his mom was calling.
"Mommy dearest has come to save you." He joked giving Shane a few pats on his stomach as he relented, ruffling his hair for good measure. Shane didn't see the satisfied smile on Hayden's face when he noticed that Shane's shoulders had dropped and that he was significantly more relaxed more. Success!
All three boys had their days where they just felt a little silly for some reason. Dream referred to his as zoomies, George referred to his as feral moods, and Sapnap referred to his as possessions, saying that he felt like it wasn't fully him but something crazier with an itch to get it's hands on something... or someone. Sapnap had gone to the gym when he woke up in that mood, trying to work it out or tire himself to the point where he can no longer think about it. However, it didn't work, on his drive home, he felt his mood get worse somehow. His fingers twitching against the steering wheel as he pulled into the garage, he had texted George that he was in one of those moods and nothing was helping so he had a feeling he was hiding. He walked into the house, dropping his gym bag and toeing off his shoes, he immediately saw Dream, standing in the living room with his back to him. Sapnap felt like something had taken over him, next thing he knew he was on Dream’s back.
"WHAT THE F- Sap?! Jesus! Why-?" Dream could barely get a full sentence out before Sapnap dug his fingers into his armpits, tearing a scream laugh out of Dream, leaning over so Sapnap was basically laying on top of his back.
"WHYHYHYHYHY!?" He cried, wheezing as Sapnap reached down to squeeze just under his bellybutton, causing his legs to buckle and collapse to the floor.
"I have been itching for this all day Dream! Woke up possessed by the tickle monster or something." He said calmly, like he wasn't tickling the air out of Dream’s lungs. The blonde kicked and thrashed around the living room floor, the spread of all ten fingers vibrating into his belly had him bordering on seeing stars.
"STOHOHOOHOP STOHOHOP! GEHEHEHOHOHOHORGE IHIHIHIS IN THEHEHEHEHERE!" Dream cried out desperately, flinging his finger to the coat closet, gasping loudly when Sapnap paused entirely.
"You're not lying are you? If you are and this is a ploy to get away I will just raspberry you until you are nothing but a puddle of sweat and tears." He warned, Dream shook his pink face rapidly, shaking his hand to the closet. Sapnap stood up slowly moving to the closet, ripping the door open to find George in the corner covering his mouth.
"Dream you traitor!" He shrieked as Sapnap dragged him out of the closet.
"I'm sorry George! He was gonna kill me if he went any longer, I couldn't do it!" Dream attempted to defend, George was too busy screaming and thrashing to listen. Screaming laugh filled threats as Sapnap pinned him on his front and dug into his back ribs.
"Me or Dream? Either way I don't believe... like at all." Sapnap chuckled from his place on George’s hips, rubbing both his knuckles up and down his ribs in opposite directions.
"FUHUHUHUCK! FUHUHUCK FUHUHUCK FUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHOP DOHOHOING THAHAHAHAT! SHIHIHIHIHIT REHEHEHEHEHED!" Sapnap backed off immediately, watching George curl up tight, gently holding his ribs since they were aggressively tingling.
"I clearly haven't been tickling you two enough, you've lost your tolerance."
Here's the long awaited, highly requested part two of Revenge, Finally
⚠️If you are not a fan of intense tickles, tools and or restraints then this fic is not for you⚠️
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In-ho had woken up in the same room he was in before, but this time he had more time to take in his surroundings. The black room was padded with soundproofing squares, there were warm white lights set to dim around the room so it wasn't pitch black, the room had no windows, if it did they were covered by the padding. The floor was a navy blue carpet, there was a single bed, a single chair, and his 001 uniform, folded neatly in the corner. He was now in a thin black t-shirt and basketball shorts. His wrists were shiny with an ointment for the slight rope burns on his wrists from their first 'session'. In-ho had tried to escape a few times the day before after regaining his energy after Gi-hun left, completely unsuccessful. The heavy door opened and shut once again, Gi-hun had returned, but not empty handed, he had a small bag with him. His eyes traced the room until he found In-ho in the corner.
"Hwang In-ho, not at all the name you gave me, but the name your brother oh so willingly gave me." In-ho glared at Gi-hun, a surge of protectiveness firing up in his chest.
"What have you done to him?" He growled, feeling unsettled by Gi-hun's unbothered chuckles.
"Absolutely nothing, Jun-ho and I have been working together for a while. I assured him I wasn't hurting you and had no intention on ever doing so and he volunteered all the information I now have on you. You're not the only one with the info anymore."
"You planning on keeping me in here forever?" In-ho snarked, trying to pull a reaction from Gi-hun, unsettled by his nonchalance.
"If you learn to behave then I'd be happy to move you to a better room, but let's be real here In-ho, you're better off here in my custody than you ever would be if we hand delivered you to the police." In-ho hated how he was right, there would be no leniency whatsoever. He watched Gi-hun unzip his bag, rummaging around but not pulling anything out.
"Two people minimum are always guarding the outside of your room, if you ever need the restroom or something, you knock, someone will handle it." He explained it as if that was a given, a bottle of water and a sandwich were placed on the folded uniform, he placed something in his pocket before setting the bag on the chair and approaching him, raising an unamused eyebrow as In-ho tried to back himself further into the corner.
"Let me make something clear to you, I have a sedative in my pocket, if you try anything, I will knock you out with it, and it will not be fun for you." Somehow, In-ho didn't doubt that. His heart pounded, feeling Gi-hun grab his biceps, dragging him over to the bed, shoving him down on it.
"What do you want from me? You want answers? An apology? What?"
"I told you, this is revenge in my own way, I can be sadistic but I'm not violent. This will be your only purpose until I've decided you've experienced what you deserve, then I'll coordinate with your brother the best choice of action after that." Gi-hun spoke almost roboticly, moving slowly back over to his bag, turning back to reveal leather cuffs.
"These shouldn't damage your wrists like the rope did." In-ho wasn't sure how to feel about Gi-hun's statement, the subtle compassion. Despite the fear driven anticipation he felt strangely cared for by Gi-hun replacing the restraints with something that wouldn't hurt him. He watched him closely as he buckled the cuffs on tight enough that he couldn't slip out but loose enough that they didn't hurt.
"Why do you care what happens to my wrists?" He hated how small his voice sounded but he couldn’t help it. He watched Gi-hun sigh heavily as he hooked the cuffs to the head board.
"I already said I have no intention on hurting you... and I oddly still care for you, even though I know you are not Young-il and I don't know how much of that was a lie, but since when do emotions make sense." In-ho felt a small pang of sympathy for Gi-hun, but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Gi-hun pulled him down the bed a bit to stretch his arm up and climbed onto his lap. He subconsciously tensed his whole body, fighting a mental battle on whether or not he wants to close his eyes.
"Lucky for me, your brother was real willing to give me a good list of spots to try on you~" Goddamnit Jun-ho
"A few I've already played with a bit~ Like your ribs~ and your thighs~" In-ho wanted to sink into the mattress, grunting when Gi-hun grabbed his jaw so he couldn't turn his head.
"He's told me that your hips are good~ Your armpits~ Your knees~ And your neck~ He had a lot to say about your neck~" In-ho shut his eyes tight, pressing his lips shut, fists clenching and unclenching as Gi-hun slid his fingers from his jaw down the sides of his neck.
"Look at me~" Gi-hun growled lowly, pressing his hand on his chest. After a few seconds he drilled his finger into his lower ribs, watching his eyes shoot open with an embarrassingly high pitched yelp. Gi-hun watched the rapid rise and fall of In-ho's chest as he panted.
"Now, I've had a rough day, so I'm going to use you as my stress ball~ You can beg, plead, scream, bargain, cry~ It won't work~ You'll just have to deal with it until I've decided I'm done with you for the day~" In-ho wanted to do something, anything, to Gi-hun and just run for it. But he remembered that sedative Gi-hun mentioned, seeing it poking out of his pocket. He tried to worm his hands out of the leather cuffs with no success whatsoever. He suddenly felt Gi-hun's thumbs on his hip bones causing him to freeze. His thumbnails moving back and forth at an agonizingly slow speed. In-ho mentally cursed his brother for outing this technique to Gi-hun. Said technique would slowly ramp up his sensitivity so he couldn't hide spots, the longer he kept that up the more unbearable that sensation will get.
"Oh fuck off, he did not tell you about that!" In-ho hissed through gritted teeth. His whole face scrunched up as he tried to subdue the reactions bubbling in his chest.
"Oh but he did~ Quite enthusiastically to~" He hated how consistent he was, effectively making the sensations ramp up under his skin. His hips began to involuntarily squirm, hums and whines of embarrassed frustration mixing with his huffs of air in place of giggles.
"Well aren't you wiggly~? You think you can wiggle your way out little worm~?" The teasing made it ten times worse, In-ho's childlike giggles forcing their way out.
"Who said anything about fair~?" One thing about Gi-hun is that he's patient, he kept up that same motion easily, didn't speed up or dig, just kept slowly scratching.
"FFFFUHUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIT! GOHOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOMEWHEHEHERE EHEHELSE!" The two could hear the clanging of In-ho pulling on his wrists, his legs kicking wildly behind Gi-hun, trying to buck his hips.
"Somewhere else~? OK then~" Gi-hun smirked, jumping his hands to In-ho's underarms, slipping his hand down his sleeves to scratch at his bare skin, reveling in his suddenly burst of cackles and amped up squirming.
"Better~?"
"NOHOHOHOHOHO! FUHUHUHUCK!"
"Awwww poor you~" Gi-hun pouted exaggeratedly, watching In-ho's face turn red as he shook it back and forth, his soft black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
"BREAHAHAHAK! BREAHAHAHAK! I'M GOHOHOHOHONNA PAHAHAHASS OHOHOHOUT! I CAHAHAHAN'T BREHEHEHEATHE!" Gi-hun stopped suddenly, resting his hands on his knees as In-ho sucked in air greedily. Head lulling from side to side as he continued to giggle at the aftershocks.
"Yknow, with how evil you were you'd think that you wouldn't be this ticklish~ Look at how quickly you break~ You beg for mercy~" In-ho's eyes had closed, trying desperately to block out Gi-hun's teasing words. He barely registered the shifting of weight as Gi-hun grabbed something from under the bed. In-ho's eyes shot open and his toes curled at the sudden buzzing, there Gi-hun was, sitting comfortably on his hips with two electric toothbrushes in his hands, and they were the kind with the spinning bristles. Still a bit too prideful to beg he instead tried his attempt at puppy eyes, attempting to soften Gi-hun. Gi-hun ignored him and turned off one of the toothbrushes, setting it down next to him, just out of In-ho's view. He placed his hand on In-ho's forehead, pressing it down and to the left on the pillow beneath his head. His confusion quickly turned to ticklish panic as he felt the toothbrush make a slow trek along his neck. His high pitched, childlike giggles flowing freely as he couldn’t scrunch or cover his face, giggles getting more frantic as he brushes up under his ear. In-ho curses Gi-hun as he effortlessly moves his head to the other side to give equal treatment to the left side of his neck, then the one thing he dreaded happened. The bristles brushed under his chin, pulling a sudden loud snort from In-ho.
"Awww, as if this couldn't get any better~" In-ho flushed dark, unable to fight back or plead as Gi-hun focused on that one area, forcing a flurry of snorts to come out. He could hear Gi-hun's own giggles as he pulled the toothbrush away and released his head. He squirmed hard as he saw him pick up the other toothbrush again, whining loudly.
"Oh hush~ I'm almost done with you anyway, think of it as your grand finally~" Gi-hun adjusted himself slightly, sliding the turned off toothbrushes into In-ho's sleeves so the bristles sat in the hallows of his armpits.
"Get your breath in~" Gi-hun teased with a pat to his stomach, idly jellyfishing his kneecaps, causing his legs to twitch harshly.
"Ok times up~" In-ho barely had time to register what was happening before both toothbrushes were turned on, one of Gi-hun's hands was squeezing up and down his thigh and knee, and the other was vibrating into his ribcage. In-ho let out a piercing scream, back arching off the bed before decending into frantic cackles, body squirming in anyway it could, the chains of the leather cuffs clanging against the headboard.
"FUHUHUHUCK NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE! GOHOHOHOHOD!" In-ho's eyes squeezed shut, tears of mirth spilling from them.
"Awww~ Are you crying~? Poor baby~" Gi-hun suddenly pressed both hands flat on the vibrating toothbrushes, pressing the vibrations deep into his underarms as he sprang forward to nibble at his neck. One of In-ho's hands waved frantically in its restraint in his silent laughter. A suddenly gulp of air brought out frantic pleading.
"PLEHEHEEHEASE PLEHEHEASE PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE BEHEHEHE DOHOHOHONE! I CAHAHAHAN'T!" As quickly as it started, it stopped. In-ho was suddenly left in the aftershocks on the bed alone as Gi-hun put things away. He came back over, watched In-ho twitch slightly and released his wrists, he dabbed a rag on his sweaty forehead and neck, rubbing his chest to bring him back to earth.
"Drink and eat, you need it. I will see you tomorrow" Gi-hun pet him a bit before setting the sandwich and water bottle next to him on the bed. He picked up his bag and walked out of the room, clearly saying something to whoever was guarding his room. He saw Hyun-ju and heard the teasing tone from Gi-hun so he assumed the other guard was Gyeong-seok. Is this how the players felt, waiting for the next game the next day. Now In-ho just had to pray that Gi-hun didn't have a bad day tomorrow.
5 Times Someone Tickled Hyun-ju Accidentally +1 Time It Was On Purpose
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1. Seong Gi-hun
Hyun-ju and Gi-hun sat next to each other at a large table in his new house, looking over documents of players, that were in need of extra help, who reached out. Hyun-ju offered to help him comb through it to make it quicker. She let out a puff of air, blowing her bangs up as she stretched her back before hunching back over the papers.
"I'm gonna grab us some waters and order us something to eat, Bulgogi ok?" Gi-hun finally says after a little over an hour of silence, Hyun-ju nods in response, giving him a soft smile which she sees he tries his best to return. He gently pats her thigh, ending it in a small squeeze, causing her breath to hitch and her knee to slam into the table with a loud thud. Gi-hun instinctively grabs her shoulder, watching her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, only to be met with tightly shut eyes and a furious blush taking over her face. Gi-hun relaxes and let's out an amused huff, patting her shoulder as he stands.
"I haven't seen someone do that since my daughter, let me know if you need to ice that knee."
2. Jang Geum-ja
Hyun-ju and Geum-ja were both in her room, she had a date with Gyeong-seok that night and had asked Geum-ja to help her with an outfit because she was beginning to overthink it. She sat cross-legged on her bed carefully touching up her eyeliner before applying her dark pink liquid lip.
"This is perfect, Jun-hee and I love how you look in this!" Geum-ja held up the dark red dress she picked, it was form fitting down to the skirt where it became more flowy, it came down to mid-shin and it tied behind her neck. She nodded, misting her setting spraying before fussing with her hair for what felt like the 80th time that evening.
"Hyun-ju, Honey, you could throw your hair up in the messiest bun you could muster and he'd still look at you like you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, relax, stop messing with it." Geum-ja reassures, running her fingers through her hair, accidentally scratching the back of her neck, causing her to scrunch up with a few quiet giggles.
"As much as I'd love to explore that, you've gotta get dressed Nae Ttal, he'll be here soon."
3. Park Yong-sik
The pair had gone out to watch a movie at a drive-in theater, Yong-sik, having snuck in alcohol, was a little inebriated, hanging off Hyun-ju's shoulders as she practically dragged him into his house, shushing him so he didn't wake their mother.
"Hyun-juna! You're so responsible, I'm older than you and you're still taking care of me. You're so awesome." He slurred a bit, flopping on his bed as Hyun-ju hummed in acknowledgement, tugging his shoes off his feet.
"Are you gonna stay the night? We could have a sleep over! Like we're kids!"
"Hush Yong-sik, Eomma is sleeping. I have to go home tonight, Na-yeon has a play date in the morning that I am taking her to, I am not facing the wrath of a 4 year old because of an unplanned 'sleep over'" Hyun-ju scoffed, feeling like she's scolding a child.
"You're boring now." He whined making a move to shove her only to grip her side, causing her to yelp and jump away from him.
"ShHhHhH! You're the loud one now."
"Oh my god, go to sleep."
4. Kim Jun-hee
Hyun-ju paced back and forth in Jun-hee's living room, gently bouncing the baby, her quiet coos melting Hyun-ju's entire heart.
"I swear, she only behaves like an angel with you. Anyone else or just me and she screeches like a banshee." Jun-hee lightheartedly complains, slightly waddling out of her hallway, hair damp but looking well rested.
"Thank you for taking her so I could nap and take a shower, I feel so much better." Hyun-ju could hear the genuine gratitude in her voice as she flopped down on the couch. Hyun-ju sat down next to her, carefully laying the baby in the automated rocker, turning it on.
"It's no problem at all Jun-hee, I meal prepped for you so you won't have to cook, I did your laundry, and I cleaned up for you as well." Jun-hee looked at her in awe for a couple seconds.
"Oh Unnie, you didn't have to do all that. I appreciate it but that's so much."
"I don't mind, I became Na-yeon's mom in the late toddler stage, I never got the baby stage, I'm enjoying it a bit, even if it's just auntie duties." She shrugged, Jun-hee made a mental note to see if Gyeong-seok would be open to discussing surrogacy with Hyun-ju.
"Does your back hurt from all that?" She asked innocently, prodding her back muscles, eyebrows jumping in surprise when Hyun-ju squirmed and giggled a bit with a soft flush.
"Ihihi-I'm fihine Jun-hee-ah, don't worry."
5. Kang Dae-ho
Dae-ho was extremely stand offish to Hyun-ju at first, finding both her and her rank intimidating. He eventually came around feeling extremely greatfull at her anxiety calming techniques she'd shown him.
"You're a lot like my eldest sister y'know? You're cooler though." Hyun-ju chuckled at the compliment, continuing to braid the top half of his hair.
"Thanks I think." She joked, tying off the braid, spinning it into a bun and clipping it.
"Yeah, you're both really good with your hands, when I was little I used to think her hands had magic in them." He confessed, taking Hyun-ju's hand, tracing little circles on her palm, emulating the 'swirling magic'. Hyun-ju bit her lip, knee bouncing and fingers twitching as she tried not to react. Dae-ho eventually got distracted by a bird in the bird feeder he'd put outside his window.
"Have you ever been tested for ADHD before?"
+1. Park Gyeong-seok
It was one of those days where Na-yeon was having a sleepover at Auntie No-eul's house, giving the couple some grown up time.
"I've noticed a few things about you since we've started dating." He said softly, the two were laying on their sides on their bed, facing each other, just talking really.
"Have you now?" She teased in return.
"Yeah, like how you hide your ticklishness, just not very well." He quipped, watching her face turn pink.
"How one of my favorites is this one~" He crooned, tucking her hair behind her ear, watching her giggle and turn into her pillow.
"Is it such a crime to want to see my lovely girlfriend smile? You always look so pretty when you smile." He hums, pinching her hip, sending her flying onto her back with a loud laugh. He quickly hovered over her with a fond expression, tweaking her rib to watch her laugh for a bit.
"You hide it but I absolutely adore it." He kissed her nose and crows feet, opting to cuddle her instead.
The three actors sat together in Sung-hoon's trailer, all agreeing that he had the nicest one, after filming their little skit for Netflix. Sung-hoon sitting cross-legged on his couch, Yu-ri and Si-wan sitting on cushions on the floor infront of the couch, all watching the new season on his TV. When Hyun-ju falls and her attacker is revealed both Yu-ri and Sung-hoon slowly turn to look at Si-wan, only to find him already bowing his head with his hands together in a silent apology. Yu-ri fake bucked at him with raised fists while Sung-hoon reached forward and grabbed his shoulder, his fingers unintentionally pressing into his underarm.
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"Why did you do that huh~? Wasn't satisfied with just Young-mi~?" He said with faux anger, shaking his shoulder, furrowing his eyebrows when Si-wan began giggling hysterically.
"Are you laughing at me~?!" He chuckled in disbelief, jabbing his free hand into his back ribs, earning him a sharp squeal with a big jump forword, Si-wan falling to his left, trying to push Sung-hoon's hand off his arm.
"StohohoOHOP!" He whined, jerking himself onto his back.
"Are you really that ticklish that just his fingers being there is bothering you?" Yu-ri asked in disbelief, laughing at his predicament.
"Hyun-ju can't get revenge for that but I can certainly avenge her now~" Sung-hoon slid down off the couch, straddling Si-wan's hips as Yu-ri moved up to his spot to watch.
"Nohohohoho duhuhuhude! Thihihis ihihisn't fahahahair!" He whined, giggling in anticipation, trying desperately to catch Sung-hoon's hands. Sung-hoon snatched one of his wrists, pinning it to the floor, shoving his hand under his jacket, digging into his exposed armpit, giggling in surprise at his sudden shriek in response and his weak attempts to pull his hand away.
"NOHOHOHOHOHO NONONONO GOHOHOHOHOD!" His feet kicked out frantically, he barely noticed Yu-ri putting a pillow under his head as she laughed at his reactions.
"Apologize for killing Hyun-ju~!" Sung-hoon yelled over his loud, frantic laughter, moving to press into his ribs like piano keys.
"IT'S NOHOHOHOHOHOT MY FAHAHAHAULT! BLAHAHAHAME THEHEHE DIREHEHECTOHOHOHOR!"
"How on earth are you this ticklish dude~? How do you live~?" Sung-hoon teased, dropping to squeeze at his stomach, just under his bellybutton, chuckling at his back arching repeatedly.
"Sorry for whaaat~?" Sung-hoon drug out, leaning forward a bit, drilling his thumbs into his hip bones.
"I'M SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHOHOR KIHIHIHILLING HYUHUHUHUN-JUHUHU!" Sung-hoon suddenly took his hands off, patting his chest as he greedily took in large gulps of air, fanning him. Yu-ri, taking the feather she had pulled out of one of Sung-hoon's pillows, gestures for Sung-hoon to pin him again silently, which he complied, pinning his arms to his chest. He looked up confused before twitching violently, breathy giggles falling from his lips as Yu-ri dragged the feather along his neck and ears.
"Fuhuhuck ohohohoff! I apohohologihihihized!" He whined, shaking his head rapidly, hair falling over his eyes.
"You apologized for killing Hyun-ju, you didn't apologize for taking my protector and trying to kill my baby~" Yu-ri responds, hearing Sung-hoon's instigating giggles.
"Yuhuhuhu-rihihihi plehehease!" He missed their eye contact suddenly feeling the large hand squeezing deep into his thigh, feeling like he was squeezing the nerves directly.
"AAAAAHHH I'M SOHOHOHORRY I'M SOHOHOHORRY I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" His legs drummed against the floor as he frantically apologized. The sensations stopping as soon as they started, leaving him heaving in relief. Relaxing when he felt the weight of Sung-hoon leave his hips.
"We should've filmed that, I'm sure the fans would've loved that for compensation." Yu-ri joked, giggling with Sung-hoon.
"We'll just tickle him in the next little press thing we do" He joked back, chuckling at his embarrassed whine. Si-wan felt Sung-hoon pull him up onto the couch, brushing his hair back and fanning his face.
"You ok?"
"Yeah I'm good, I haven't been gotten like that in years..." He shuttered, wrapping his arms around his middle, rubbing his tingling nerves.
"Did you just say 'gotten' Si-wan? You can't even say tickle? How cute is that!?" Yu-ri cheered, pinching his cheek as it flushed pink.
"Leave him be Yu-ri, we don't want to break him, not yet anyway~"
⚠️Intense tickles, light restraints, squid game 2 spoilers⚠️
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You'd think that In-ho would know better than to underestimate Gi-hun, especially after being in the games with him for days. Yet somehow, one minute he's in the comfort of his observation room and the next he's being choked out until his vision goes black. He comes to in one of his soundproof rooms, wrists bound together with rope, back in his 001 uniform minus the jacket, and a cloth of some sort shoved in his mouth. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his awareness in the dark.
"Oh good, you're finally awake." In-ho didn't move, he didn't have to, he knew that voice. He could hear him get up from a seat from a corner of the room.
"You've been out for quite some time, I was beginning to worry that Hyun-ju had squeezed too tight." So that was who choked him out earlier, that explains the experienced grip. In-ho could hear Gi-hun's footsteps approach him slowly from where he was laying on the floor. He stared straight up towards the ceiling, refusing to look at his captor. He heard him kneel down beside him, grabbing the cloth in his mouth, pulling it out quickly. Gi-hun watched him stretch his jaw, waiting for him to turn to look at him.
"Nothing to say now? After everything you've done? I trusted you and you used that to your advantage." In-ho could hear the betrayal in his voice, see the hurt in his eyes.
"You've been the ringleader for far too long Young-il, it's your turn to be on the other end." In-ho rolled his eyes, scoffing at his little monolog, ignoring the slight pang of guilt in his chest when he calls him Young-il.
"You gonna make me play a game with the threat of death or something?" Gi-hun let out a low growl, grabbing hold of his bound wrists, almost effortlessly slamming them to the floor above his head as he swung his leg over his hips.
"Not so tough without all your little guards are you~?" In-ho inhaled deeply, refusing to break eye contact. As soon as Gi-hun raised his free hand, In-ho tensed and shut his eyes, awaiting the sting of a slap or the throbbing pain of a punch. What he wasn’t ready for was the feeling of Gi-hun's fingers kneading slowly into his side. He attempted to swallow the grunt that formed in his throat, pressing his lips together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. This is childish, he thought, clenching his bound fists.
"Won't look at me now~? Afraid you'll squeal and laugh like a girl if you do~?" Gi-hun's voice had dropped to a rumble as his kneading turned into squeezing that slowly picked up speed and ground as he squeezed up to his ribs. In-ho's breathing picked up quickly as he tried to keep the noises down, only grunts and defiant hums escaping. Gi-hun chuckled evilly when he heard the shuffling of his enemies feet behind him.
"You trying to run somewhere~? Where are you going~?" In-ho had already begun to panic at how little he could move and the teasing definitely wasn't helping. Gi-hun reached back suddenly, grabbing hold of In-ho's thigh, kneading deeply, relishing in his sudden panicked laughter.
"There we go~ That's what I wanted~ Oh~ And you sound so cute~! Maybe I'll keep you~ use you as my little stress reliever~"
"FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!" In-ho could barely recognize his own voice, he honestly couldn't remember the last time he laughed this hard.
"You wish~ Come on beg~ I want to hear you beg me for mercy~" In-ho was going crazy from being able to do nothing, he'd never heard Gi-hun so sadistic. His knuckles in his ribs were a breaking point.
"I'M SOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEHEASE! I'LL DOHOHOHO WHAHAHATEVER YOHOHOU WAHAHANT! JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEASE!" In-ho inhaled sharply when Gi-hun pulled away suddenly. Gi-hun's hand slammed firmly on his chest, gaining his attention.
"You are my bitch now, and this will be your life for the foreseeable future~ You can beg all you want but you belong to me~ The roles have reversed Young-il~ We are in charge now~"
⚠️ Warnings⚠️ Mouth tickles i guess? Just kisses really. Established relationship Hyun-ju (120) and Gyeong-seok (246) not your thing? That's ok, I've got others, just scroll, I won't be offended I promise! Take care of yourself first
It's been about 9 months since the games were destroyed, everyone mutually stuck together and became each other's little family. After therapy, financial help from Gi-hun, and settling back into normalcy, everyone seemed to be doing significantly better. Jun-hee moved in with Dae-ho, the two raising her baby with supervised visitation with Myung-gi. Hyun-ju and Gyeong-seok visited Geum-ja and Young-sik relatively often. And almost as soon as they got out, Gyeong-seok asked out Hyun-ju, leading to their now 9 month relationship, living together, Na-yeon calling her mom, and Gyeong-seok very heavily considering asking her to marry him. Geum-ja had taken Na-yeon for the day, insisting on a grandmother day with her while she's still so little, telling the couple to have a day just them, they almost didn't know what to do with all the free time.
"You know, I think I'm still a little mad at you..." Hyun-ju said out of the blue, chopping bits of green onion for their lunch.
"Mad at me? For what?" Gyeong-seok racked his brain for things he did recently, looking for anything he did that could've pissed her off.
"For faking your death, logically I know you had to, it was the only way for you to live, but I almost killed you because of that guard uniform incase you forgot." He didn't forget, he remembered hitting the ground hard after she threw him over her shoulder when he grabbed her from behind. Feeling her knee on his neck and seeing the fire in her eyes. He remembered all but ripping the mask off his face and the immediate relief of her knee no longer on his neck.
"I apologized for that many times already! Or is this because you feel bad for hurting me? I'm fine, you just knocked the wind out of me for a bit, that's all." He knew Hyun-ju felt guilty as soon as she saw it was him, even repeatedly apologizing during the early stages of their relationship. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist with his chin on her shoulder. Her hair was up and a claw clip due to Gyeong-seok absolutely loving how she looks with her hair up, 'so i can see more of your pretty face'. She could feel him staring at her despite her refusing to look back at him. She fought the smile tugging at her lips at the fact that she knew he looked like a sad puppy who wants your dinner.
"Stop, I'm supposed to be mad at you right now.." She half-heartedly sighs, gently pushing his head. He in turn just switched shoulders, tightening his hold on her waist.
"You and I both know you're not actually mad at me" He purred into her ear, watching her twitch and lean away from him a bit.
"I hate it when you do that"
"No you don't~"
"I am literally holding a knife right now" Gyeong-seok hums before digging his middle and ring fingers into her sides, hearing the clang of her dropping the knife on the cutting board to grab at his hands. Whiney grunts came from her mouth as her knee came up.
"Resistance is futile Aleumdaun~ I'm impossible to stay mad at" He crooned, sending a flurry of tickly kisses to her sensitive ear, smiling into them at her squeal and high pitched giggles.
"StohohoOHOP!" She whined, not sure where to put her hands, one landing on the back of his head as he migrated down her neck.
"Are you still mad at me~?"
"Yehehehes! Thihihis ihihihis ruhuhuhude!"
"Oh~! This is rude~?" Gyeong-seok slide one hand up to her ribs and the other down to her hip, attacking both simultaneously with a big raspberry to her ear. He relished in her loud unrestricted laughter, slipping down to the floor with her as her legs buckled, chuckling lowly in her ear at her goosebumps and helpless squirming.
"THIHIHIS IS UNFAHAHAHAIR!" He nuzzled into the back of her neck, loosening his hold a bit because blowing a quick raspberry to the back of her other ear to surprise her. She immediately jolted forward, jumping at his skilled fingers suddenly in the back of her ribs.
"AAAAHH NOHOHO, OKAHAHAY ALRIHIHIHIGHT! I'M NOHOHOT MAHAHAHAD ANYMOHOHOHORE! I PROHOHOHOMISE!" He hummed softly pulling her back into his chest, hugging her over her arms this time to show that he was done. She slowly caught her breath, head resting on his shoulder as he showered her with firm kisses.
"You look better when you're smiling Naui Salang." He hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, short enough to not make her anymore short of breath.
