all the things that made you tickle in life

Super fluffy (and slightly NSFW) romantic Castiel headcanons…

  • Castiel is ancient. He beheld the birth of stars, the discovery of fire, the rise and fall of kings and queens, wars on and for Heaven and Earth. Yet all those eons of time measure as insignificant periods of nothingness to him held up to the relatively short number of blissful days he has counted since knowing you. All the epic beauty and destruction he has witnessed seem inconsequential in comparison to your inner and outer beauty and the way a single doting look from you can wreck him in the most pleasurable of ways. Every time he gazes into your eyes he sees the entire universe and perceives the total span of his very existence.
  • Castiel would do anything to keep you safe. Knowing the lengths he would go to to protect you, the lines he would cross, the alliances he would betray without a second thought is the one thing in all of Heaven and Earth that terrifies your stoic angel.
  • Castiel doesn’t merely love you. After all, angels weren’t made to love. His devotion runs unfathomably deeper than human love. He worships you - puts his entire faith in you. He warms his celestial being in the fiery radiance of your soul. He breathes in your bubbling laughter like life sustaining oxygen. He nourishes himself upon tender touches – the light tickle of your fingers at the nape of his neck and carded sensually through dark hair. He bathes in the sweet nothings you mutter against his skin as you make love. The gentle words of Enochian whispered nightly in your ear, limbs lazily tangled together as you drift to sleep, are pure veneration.
  • Castiel feels hunger. For an angel, food is simply a not especially interesting conglomeration of molecules co-mingling on the tongue. But there is one taste he absolutely craves, an inimitable intoxicating essence that makes his mouth water in anticipation, an appetite he can never sate - you.
  • Castiel’s human vessel belies the enormity of his true angelic form. Powerful, awe-inspiring, fearsome to behold, the angel is a skyscraper sized wavelength of celestial intent who in your presence cannot help but feel small and unworthy of your unyielding love.
  • Castiel uses his grace both as a gift and selfishly. With it, he can heal, soothe, calm, persuade, and reach his influence beyond the physical limits of his vessel exactly as God intended angels to do. However, skimming your body with this raw unhindered power, he quickly discovered his grace too can tease, delight, and pleasure. In fact, nothing pleases him more profoundly than spending whole days and nights kissing your flesh and caressing every inch of your body with feather-light tendrils and titillating bursts of the unadulterated energy of his celestial being. A secondary consideration at best (and only of import since it seems to make you happy), the orgasmic release of his vessel is a mere flitting shadow in the light of the illuminating bliss he experiences when touching you with his grace.
4th of July

“I cannot fucking believe you managed to get kidnapped on the day of your fucking birthday!”

“Well, technically I wasn’t kidnapped. I just fell in a trap,” Steve retorted. “And that happened two days ago, you just managed to show up today, on my birthday.” He smiled a little to himself, thinking how he got the only thing he’d wished for since Bucky had gone under ice, again.

“I see, you’re still as stupid as to fall into a fucking stupid trap,” Bucky snapped back.

Steve could’ve laughed out loud from how happy he was. Having Bucky snap at his idiocy was the closest he’d felt at home since he plunged the Valkyrie into the ice.

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Found You (Soulmate!Jinho x Reader)

Rating: PG-13

(A/N): Here’s a quick little semi-drabble about Pentagon’s Jinho in a soulmate AU! Enjoy!!!! (He rude af thooooooooooooo boiiiiii)

Originally posted by yeo1

“The heart knows when the search is over.” -Unknown

“How is it,” he murmured deeply into your hair, his hot breath warming the chilled skin of your neck, settling the goosebumps there. “That I deserved someone like you?”

“I could ask the same thing,” you whispered, giggling lightly when his soft lips tickled the sensitive spot just below you ear. It made your neck scrunch and bump into his gently at the feeling, your toes curling in soft pleasure as he suckled at your skin, a bruise surely on its way.

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On and Off Screen

Author’s note: Eek, I can’t believe I finished this today! And omg it’s super long, too, I literally did not see this coming. //sweatdrop

Summary: AU. Nagisa and Rei are co-starring in a drama series that is about their fictional lives as boyfriends. Unfortunately, there is one scene that ends in a tickle fight in which Rei’s character has the upper hand and Nagisa doesn’t like the look on Rei’s face once they start rehearsing. At all.

Word Count: Almost 4k of pure Reigisa fluff! Hope it’s okay~ ♡

[Bonus: I used their voice actors’ names for their characters, lol
Also, maybe I can go by heart!Anon -if it’s not taken of course- because I’m too chicken? //hides]

Note to author: THIS IS THE CUTEST REIGISA FIC IVE EVER READ AND THIS AU IS SO REALISTIC!! *dies* everyone be prepared, read and die of fluff.

They were about to film the new episode and Nagisa was probably the most flustered person in the whole world because the last scene they had to film was a playful moment with his fellow actor and boyfriend, Ryuugazaki Rei. Usually he’d be jumping up and down at the thought because them playing a lovey-dovey scenes in this series was what made them fall for each other in the first place, but this one scene… Eh.

At first, Rei had been very distant and shy about the whole dating thing and the only reason he’d decided to audition was because he wanted to participate in showing the world that it was totally normal to be in a gay relationship. It was definitely not one of his first roles, which shone through his amazing skills; something that had made Nagisa question himself so many times for the first few months. Rei’s eyes held so many emotions whenever he was looking at him when they were filming and if Nagisa hadn’t pushed himself to take the first step, he wouldn’t have ended up in a real relationship with him.

It was true that Rei had been acting in the beginning, but after their first kiss on camera, Nagisa could definitely tell he was into it and after confronting him, Rei awkwardly admitted that he had indeed developed feelings for him. And so, they started hanging out in between takes and going on dates whenever they could. 

As usual, they received the script for the next episode two weeks in advance and Nagisa had happily been skimming through it until he reached page 28 where it said, “Daisuke playfully tickles Tsubasa… end act 7.”

Nagisa’s face had become bright red and he quickly turned to the next page, looking for his next scene. The butterflies in his stomach stopped him from focusing, though, because oh god, he didn’t want to get tickled by his boyfriend on camera. He’d probably get extremely flustered and make weird noises and ugh.

Slowly but surely, Nagisa let himself slide down the couch at the thought of Rei tickling him in front of twenty other people with at least five cameras pointed at them. Not to mention they were going to be practicing this scene multiple times and had to record it at least another ten times.

As icing on the cake, Nagisa knew that he was beyond ticklish and Rei was probably going to use it against him in the future.

Turned out he was right because they were at the studio now, going through all the lines and Rei was sitting next to him, holding his hand under the table; a habit they had developed in their first week of getting together. Their scene was coming closer and closer and Nagisa tried to shrug it off, but his heart ignored him and continued to ram itself against his chest. Luckily he managed to somewhat stay in character throughout the whole thing for which he patted himself on the shoulder.

Matsuoka Gou, the director, suddenly looked up from her script and clapped her hands. “Everyone, I’d like to take a small break. Good work so far!”

Everyone bowed and got out of their chair to go grab a drink, talking to each other excitedly about the new episode. Nagisa was about to get up, too, but Gou had walked up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Can I talk to you and Rei-kun for a sec, Nagisa-kun?”

Blinking, Nagisa let go of Rei’s hand and rose to his feet. “Sure? Everything okay?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Gou laughed and looked around to check if everyone had gone. “I just find it important to know what my actors are comfortable with and what they’d rather not do.”

Uh-oh. Nagisa already knew where this was going and resisted the urge to snort nervously. Instead, he nodded to indicate that she could continue.

“Obviously, it’s important that Rei-kun hears this, too. I’m assuming you’ve read the whole script of this week’s episode?” Another nod. “Right, so are you okay with Rei-kun tickling you? I know for a fact that my brother hates being tickled, like, he will seriously hurt you if you even think about trying, so I thought I’d ask to make sure.”

At least he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward, seeing that Rei’s cheekbones had also turned red, which made him feel slightly better.

Of course it was a normal question, asked by a professional on top of that, so Nagisa cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back because he couldn’t stop friggin’ fiddling. “I’m okay with it, yeah.”

“You sure? Because if you’re not, we can just replace it with a kiss and then do a fade out.”

Now she was just making it worse. How was Nagisa supposed to answer that without it sounding wrong. How.

“We can see how it goes and if he gets uncomfortable, we can always replace it with something else,” Rei spoke up and put his arm around Nagisa’s waist, rubbing it reassuringly. “Does that sound like a good idea?”

“Yes, excellent! Thank you for your time. I’ll leave you two alone, then.” Gou practically skipped to the nearest vending machine and Nagisa snickered to himself.

Rei pulled him down onto his lap and slipped his other arm around his torso as well, laying their hands over each other. “So, it’s safe to assume that you don’t dislike being tickled?”

The day had just begun and it was already getting out of hand. Rei sounded a little nervous, yes, but the smile was still evident in his voice.

Nagisa blinked and looked over his shoulder to see Rei looking up at him with a curious yet playful look. That idiot was enjoying this.

“You’re really mean, you know that?”

He shouldn’t have said that because the next thing he knew, he was trapped in a tickle hug. Nagisa squealed in surprise and pulled his knees up to his chest, wiggling around aimlessly in the other’s grip. Rei had strategically crossed his arms over his torso and was squeezing and tweaking his sides repeatedly.

“N-no! Rei-chan! We’re not shooting yehet!” he managed to giggle out and threw his head back against his boyfriend shoulder.

“All right, all right, sorry,” Rei chuckled and adjusted his grip on Nagisa to get more comfortable. “Can I at least know your worst spot?”

“Rei-chan, no.

It was no wonder people kept asking him if he had gotten a sunburn because his face was now permanently red. They went through the scene and Rei teasingly poked Nagisa’s side when they got to the tickling scene, making him jump and squeak and the entire crew laugh and coo. While Nagisa squirmed awkwardly in his seat, Rei patted his knee and whispered a soft apology in his ear, which made him relax again.

He had no idea what was going on anymore. It was common knowledge that most people didn’t really mind being tickled, some even liked it, but in Nagisa’s case that was kind of hard to get a grip on because he didn’t know whether he was just embarrassed or excited. Sure, his high school friends had tickled him a few times during lunch breaks and sometimes during swim practice, but that was about it and left him with little to no answers. He was usually on the other side, knowing fairly well how to tickle someone until they begged for mercy, so he had no idea about his feelings towards the receiving end. Pretty much any kind of psychical contact was fun in his eyes, so maybe he liked tickling as well.  

Nagisa curled up his toes at the thought of him finding out soon enough without having a choice because they would start rehearsing in a few days and before he could even blink, he and Rei were lying in bed, dressed in their own clothes still, cuddling in front of their crew.

Rei threw a crumbled up piece of paper at the trashcan next to the desk and purposely missed.

“Ah, damn it.”

“It’s okay. Not all of us can do simple things,” Nagisa giggled, already mentally preparing for the upcoming tickle attack.

“What did you say?” Rei turned to him oh so calmly and even though they had practiced these lines a few times already, he still felt goosebumps appearing all over his arms and legs. His voice did that thing were it lowered to a certain pitch that sent shivers down his spine and it made his heart flutter excitedly.

“That you can’t throw to save your life?”

Lazily throwing the blankets aside, Rei slung a leg over Nagisa’s waist and smirked down at him, making the other gulp in anticipation.

The next twenty seconds were of Nagisa laughing hysterically, Rei easily pinning him down and tickling him into oblivion. Rei’s fingers were everywhere, squeezing, grabbing, poking, scratching, scribbling, basically testing out different areas and techniques to see what kind of reactions he would get.

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56 with Jeonghan please? Thank you!

56. First time experiencing that the relationship has become suffocating

This turned out to be a lot more difficult to write about than I thought, but I hope you like it! ❤︎

Suffocating. That was the only word you could describe your relationship with Jeonghan at the moment.

You weren’t sure what had happened for it to become like that; what had made cuddling up to him with a happy smile on your lips turn into finding excuses to be away from him.

You hadn’t fought and he hadn’t done anything for you to feel that way per se, but you felt like there was some tension between you, and somehow, the longer the relationship had continued the more it seemed to keep you tied down and the more you wanted to be alone. Of course you knew that a relationship meant commitment, but it was too much, especially with the two of you living together. You wanted and needed space, yet you couldn’t find the strength in you to voice out your wish.

Relationships required an endless amount of work and dedication, but how were you supposed to give it all that when you simply wanted to be on your own, without worrying about said relationship? You wanted to simply be, disconnected from everything. The difficult thing was that you loved Jeonghan more than you could describe and weren’t exactly ready to have him out of your life, either.

He had never addressed the changes in your behavior and the way you simply were, but you knew he had sensed something. However, to outside he was still his fairly cheerful self, showering you with love, skinship and attention - none of which you really desired, at least as much as he was giving you.

You lay down on your bed, trying to think back to the times things had been different. A small smile formed on your lips when you remembered for easy it had been to breathe back then, because now it seemed like no matter how deeply you breathed, it wasn’t enough; there just wasn’t enough oxygen to fill your lungs with to protect you from the suffocating feeling.

You remembered how easy everything had been back then, and the mere thought of how different things were now made your eyes well up with tears as the anxiety got too much. Placing your arms on top of your closed eyes you breathed deeply with tears falling down your temples and tickling your ears a little.

Back then, it had only been a pleasure to see Jeonghan often; to exchange messages on a regular basis and to have him in your life in general. It wasn’t that you didn’t like any of that now, but you were so exhausted with it all. You sighed. You loved Jeonghan, but you hated the pressure of keeping your relationship together, as much as you did want to do that. You wanted to be with him yet you wanted to have no commitments at all.

It was the first time you had ever felt that way, that conflicted about wanting someone both in and kind of out of your life, and you were scared, to say the least. You wanted to be in his arms yet you wanted there to be half the world between you; you wanted to spend a day just listening to his voice yet you wanted to only have silence around you. Whenever you got a message a part of you wished it wasn’t from Jeonghan, but when it turned out it really wasn’t, you felt disappointed.

You let your arms slowly fall down from your eyes and opened your lids slowly, looking at your ceiling despite your blurry vision. Maybe you and Jeonghan just weren’t a good match. He was the type to need as much of your attention as was possible and he loved being with you, as close as he could, whereas you had recently discovered that you weren’t quite as clingy, not even close. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to move in together.


You lifted your head a bit from your pillow and looked at the door that was slowly opened, and soon the dark-haired male appeared with a small smile on his lips. His smiles weren’t as wide or bright as they used to be - he had sensed that something wasn’t right.

You rubbed your eyes a little before sitting up, sniffling as quietly as you could and patting the bed. “We need to talk.”

Jeonghan let his hand fall from the doorknob and his gaze move from you to the floor. He pursed his lips and nodded; he had seen it coming.

On his way, he turned the lamp on his nightstand on, just to bring a bit of light into the otherwise dark room. After that he took a seat next to you, and you hugged your knees close to yourself, hiding half of your face behind them.

“I… need some space,” you said quietly. Jeonghan nodded in understanding, waiting for you to continue. “I love you, but I need some time on my own. I want some time to be me, not simply half of an item, and I… just really want to be alone for a while.”

Jeonghan wrapped his arms around you as you cried again and shushed you gently, rocking you from side to side slowly. He tried to comfort you, yet that only made you cry more. It had been long since the last time his hug had made you feel good, but at that moment, it did. It didn’t feel suffocating, and you didn’t feel like pushing him away. Slowly, you unwrapped your arms from around your legs and got them around Jeonghan’s waist instead, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’ll give you as much time and space as you need,” he said softly, although his heart was hurting. He was glad your “We need to talk” didn’t have as negative of a result as he had feared, but it made him sad to know that you didn’t want to be with him as much as he wanted to be with you, or at least that was how he felt.

However, your happiness was his happiness, and if he could do something to make you feel better, he’d do just that.

You lifted your face a little, your cheeks wet with tears. “What if I need forever?”

He looked down at you, and the sight of his eyes glistening with tears and a sad smile spreading to his lips as well as his voice cracking broke your heart.

“Then I’ll give you forever.”

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One Day We Were

Summary: He was supposed to just be a distant memory from now on, but he was a memory that wouldn’t stop haunting you. No calls, no closure, no happy ending. One day you were and the next you weren’t. But it can never be that easy, can it?

A/N: Thank you for reading! This was requested a while back and was super fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

~Approx. 4k words~
~Warnings: Smut~


Moving on could be a tough thing, especially when there was no real reason you should have to. It was stupid really. Stupid enough that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment that everything had gone wrong, but somewhere in your whirlwind of a relationship with the boy of your dreams one of you, or both of you, had stopped putting in the effort. Perhaps it was because he was gone too much and you had stopped trying to call him, but whatever it was it was both of your faults but neither of you would ever admit it. You were too stubborn and he was too hardheaded and now you had lost each other.

At least it was the kind of breakup that didn’t involve any screaming or accusing, but that also meant that it was a breakup without any closure. One day he was there and the next he was gone, simple as that.

Except it wasn’t that simple because as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him. You missed his long legs tangled with yours in the dead of night, his arms wrapped around you the only thing lulling you to sleep. You missed his tall frame hovering over you while you made breakfast in the morning and his unshaven face tickling your neck as he planted kisses up and down your jawline and his fingers that fit like a puzzle piece when they interlocked with yours as he led you down the street.

But you couldn’t have any of that anymore and if you couldn’t have it then it was no use thinking about it. So you tried to move on with your life, getting rid of all the things that reminded you of him, never thinking about the times when life was wonderful, and of course staying off of all forms of social media. Every time you went online another picture of Luke with some ‘mystery girl’ had surfaced. Of course they were never around long, but it was enough to make your heart go back to the familiar ache and you just couldn’t take that.

It had been three months since you had last seen him, save one time when you saw him from across the parking lot at the grocery store, and needless to say you were out of there pretty quickly. You missed him, but just like you had been when it had ended you were just too stubborn to be the first one to reach out. Besides, you were sure he was happy to be a free man again. The pictures of him and all those girls proved it and you were not going to go running back to him when he didn’t really even miss you that much anyway.


It was another lonely friday night surrounded by boxes of pizza and bottles of wine when you heard a sharp knock at your door. Begrudgingly you got up from the couch and trudged to the door, bringing your blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders for extra protection, just in case. Swinging the door open you were met with the face of your best friend and surprisingly her boyfriend as well.

“Kyra hey!” You beamed. “And hey Ashton.” You smiled, acknowledging the sandy haired boy. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we heard that you haven’t been out in a while so we are here to give this friday night some life!” Kyra beamed, inviting herself inside and tugging Ashton along behind her. “Wow this place is a mess.” She laughed, gesturing to the garbage dump your apartment had become.

“Well I haven’t had a lot of time to clean it. I’ve been busy.” You lied and Kyra raised her eyebrows.

“Well no matter, you need to get ready.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“Just out to this thing. Ash heard about it through some friends. It’s pretty exclusive so I thought it would be fun! Right Ash?” She squeezed his bicep and he grunted in response.

“Yeah, uh, it’s gonna be really fun. Lots of cool people are gonna be there.” He spoke like he had the whole thing rehearsed and you suspected that he did.

“I don’t know guys, I’m quite happy here. Besides I wouldn’t want to-”

“Run into Luke?” Kyra interrupted. “That’s okay, you won’t! He’s in LA right now so you shouldn’t have any problems. Now go get ready, we’re going out!”

You rolled your eyes, but you knew Kyra well enough to know that protesting certainly wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Alright, alright just give me a couple minutes.” You sighed, depositing the fluffy blanket back onto the couch and walking to your bedroom to pick something out.

“Wear the red dress!” Kyra called out to you and you could hear her whispering something to Ashton before she scurried along after you.

“I don’t want to wear the red one.” You mumbled, suddenly hit with a wave of bittersweet memories. The red dress had always been his favorite. You wore it to almost every special event and Luke had sworn that it was somehow lucky. You had some great memories in that dress and putting it on to go somewhere without him almost felt sacrilegious.

“Well you look hot in the red one so you should wear it tonight.” Kyra insisted, pulling the dress off of its hanger and tossing it at you. “You can borrow my lipstick that matches. You’ll look amazing I promise.” She squealed, sitting down on the bed.

“Alright I’ll wear the stupid dress.” You grumbled, removing your pajamas and pulling on some cotton underwear.

“No wear the lacy ones!”

“What? Why? I don’t plan on going home with anyone tonight.”

“Because you never know silly! Now put on some cute lingerie. You’ll feel better on the inside trust me.” She began rifling through your panty drawer in a way only your best friend could and tossed you a lacy black set. Of course it had been one that Luke loved the most.

“Anything else you’d like to pick out for me tonight?”

“Yeah, a drink at the bar. Now get dressed!”

You playfully rolled your eyes before pulling on the necessary items to placate your bubbling friend. Twenty minutes later, the three of your were piled into Ashton’s car and off to wherever in the hell they were taking you.


You were not in the mood to be out tonight. Everything was either too loud or too bright and all in all you felt forty years older than you were. You wanted to go back to your apartment and change back into your pajamas and forget that tonight had ever happened. You had been third wheeling ever since you got into the car with Kyra and Ashton and frankly had been having a miserable time. Maybe you just needed a little more to drink because what you had in your hand right now was not doing it for you. You made your way over to the bar and ordered a vodka soda. Maybe a couple of these would help you have a little more fun, or at least forget about the face that was hindering your ability to have a good time.

“Hey beautiful can I get you a drink?” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around and were faced with a tall, handsome man you had never seen before with a smile that you didn’t quite trust. But you were trying to let go tonight and maybe finally move on from the blonde haired, blue eyed boy that had been haunting you.

“Only if I can trade it for a dance.” You flirted back as he handed you a drink.

“Of course babe.” The stranger winked before guiding you to the dance floor, his hand dangerously close to your ass. You shrugged it off, following him out as he turned you around and began grinding against you. He carried on quite promiscuously for a while, continuing to buy you drinks and then dragging you back to the crowded dance floor. You had lost Kyra and Ashton, convinced that they had left you here with this person who was starting to make you feel quite uncomfortable.

“Hey what do you say we get out of here babe? I’ve got some things in mind for you tonight.” His voice slithered into your ear and made you cringe. The thought of going home with this guy made your whole body shiver and so you gingerly removed his hands from your waist.

“Um, I actually can’t do that.”

Suddenly you felt his hands back on your body, squeezing harder than they had before.

“C’mon sweetheart I’ve got it all laid out for us. Here let me just get you another drink and you’ll be fine.”

“N-No that’s okay. I need to leave.” You stuttered, the bad vibes you had been feeling suddenly reaching a pinnacle.

“You’re not fucking leaving until I say you are.” He growled, his entire demeanor suddenly turning incredibly hostile as he reached a hand up to grope your breasts.

“Stop it!” You pushed him away but he held onto you, his grip like iron as he shuffled you towards the private bathroom, ignoring your struggles and protests.

Suddenly you felt his weight being ripped off you, his strong hands gone from your skin. You turned around and saw the last person you thought would be here currently beating the shit out of the man who had been harassing you.

“She fucking said stop you fucker. You fucking listen to her when she says something, you hear me?” Luke shouted as he threw punches at the man he had cowering on the floor.

“Luke!” You shouted, rushing to pull him off the guy before he did something he would regret. You gripped his broad shoulders and yanked him off the sleazy mean underneath him.

“If I ever see you here again I’ll fucking kill you, understand?” He shook his pointer finger at the terrified guy as he scrambled to get up and get far away from the scene.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest to create a sort of barrier between you and your ex boyfriend. It felt odd for him to be standing in front of you now, like somehow it wasn’t even real. But his eyes were just as blue and even more real than they had ever been and right now they were staring directly at you.

“I come here all the time. Never seen you here though.” He shrugged absentmindedly and you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this had been Kyra and Ashton’s end game all along.

“I thought you were in LA?”

Luke raised his eyebrows and you mentally cursed yourself for admitting you knew anything that showed you cared for him more than you should. “I was in LA. But I’m here now.”

“I can see that. Why’d you just do that?”

“Because he was a sleazy asshole who clearly couldn’t take no for an answer.” Luke scoffed.

“You could’ve killed him! We both know what that temper can do. If it had been anyone else would you have reacted like that? ”

“Y/N it wasn’t anyone else it was you.”

“So? We’re broken up, what do you care what happens to me?”

“Because I care about you.”

“No you don’t.” You could feel yourself getting angry. For what reason you had no idea, but it was something about seeing him again after months of pushing all your thoughts about him aside that was setting you off. You didn’t know how to handle yourself around him like this.

“How would you know how I feel?” He raised his voice over the loud music before taking your arm and gently dragging you into the back hall by the bathrooms where it was a little quieter, your back against the graffitied wall. And his tall form hovering protectively over you. “How would you know how I feel when you wouldn’t return any of my phone calls and you refused to see me?”

“C’mon Luke we don’t need to go back there right now.”

“Yes we do Y/N. I need to know what went wrong. I’ve been driving myself crazy thinking about where we went wrong but I just can’t figure it out. We were so good together! What happened to us?”

You were silent. You didn’t know what to say to him because you didn’t know the answer.

“We need to move on Luke. What we had was nice, but it’s over now. We drifted apart and that’s how life works.” Your voice sounded foreign, even to you. You knew deep down that you didn’t mean those words, that you were only reciting to him what you had been telling yourself to try and make sense of your ending.

“God, how are you fine right now?” He ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair, distress written all over his handsome features. “How are you completely fine when just looking at you kills me? You in that fucking dress looking how you always look has me floored. I tried to move on, I fucking tried so hard but you consume every waking thought in my mind. I cannot stop caring about you, I cannot stop loving you. And I don’t know what the fuck to do about it because clearly you’re just fine without me.” His eyes were watering as he spoke.

“I am not fine!” You shouted, cutting him off as he stared at you. “I am not fine.” You repeated, your voice lowering into a whisper. “I don’t know why we ended Luke, we just did. One day we were and one day we just…weren’t. It was easy to walk away but it was so hard to stay away. You’re right, we were more than good we were great together and it was hard to give you up, it really was. And sometimes I wish I hadn’t. Fuck, all the time I wish I hadn’t.”

“Then come back to me.” He placed his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking over your skin. “Come back and we can be happy.”

You shook your head. “I am no good for you Luke. You’re you and you’re out there traveling the world and changing people’s lives with what you do and meeting new people all the time and I’m just-”

“Perfect. You’re just perfect for me.” He stopped you. “We can do this again, we can make it work this time, I know we can.” He searched your face, searching desperately for the answer he wanted. “God Y/N say you’ll come back. I’ll lose my goddamn mind if you walk away again.” He was desperate. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was terrified of what your answer would be. Except you didn’t answer him.

His lips felt just the way you remembered, smooth and supple, tasting of spearmint gum, with the scruff of his beard tickling your chin. His body was familiar, but you could pick out subtle differences since the last time you had held him. His arms were bigger, his shoulders just a little more broad and his chest slightly more toned. They were good changes, you though as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands found your waist do that he could lift your feet off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the unisex bathroom, not detaching his lips from yours once. He fumbled at the door, kicking it open and stumbling inside before setting you down on the countertop. His hands roamed up your body, reaching up to the familiar zipper of the beautiful red dress that he loved so much and dragging it downwards, exposing you bare back that he could see in the mirror. He slipped the fabric down your arms, taking time to feel every inch of your skin that was so familiar to him and exposing the set you were currently so glad that Kyra talked you into wearing because you could feel him hardening at the sight. His hands continued traveling down your body, taking the dress with them until it was left in a pool at your feet. You reached up and tugged at his jacket until he too began to shrug it off before lifting his white tee shirt over his head and discarding it on the bathroom floor. Your hands eagerly fumbled with his belt buckle, undoing it and tugging his pants down his hips as far as you could reach. You swore you could hear him chuckle at your impatience but you knew he was just as ready as you were to begin solidifying your reunion.

He began trailing his lips down your neck and you tousled his hair with your fingers, tugging at the roots until you could hear his moaning on your skin as he left marks you were sure would be quite visible in the morning.

His hands were off of you for a moment as he tugged his pants down the rest of the way.

“Burger underwear? Really?”

“Shut up, you love it.” He went back to kissing you, his tongue delving into your mouth as he took your breasts in each of his palms, kneading them wonderfully slow as his tongue continued to massage yours. He felt so good, so routine that you wondered how you had gone so long without him. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he worked you over with his expert tongue and hands, your body craving him.


“Yeah baby?” His voice was breathy on your lips, turning you on that much more.

“I need you…need you to do something-oh, fuck!” You whined, as his fingers ghosted over your clothed pussy, brushing over your extremely sensitive clit.

“Say it again.” He commanded as he teased his fingers over your entrance.

“Luke I need you, oh god, I need you!” You moaned, your head luling to rest on his shoulder. He chuckled at your submissiveness before whispering in your ear, “I’ve got you sweetheart, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He reached into the jar of conveniently placed condoms, grabbing one and ripping off the foil packaging before gripping the base of his dick and quickly rolling it on. With it held firmly in his hand, he gripped onto your shoulder with the other as he captured your lips for another kiss. You could see the sheen of sweat on his forehead as he looked down to watch his cock sliding into your pussy with ease. Your moans mixed with each others, the feeling of him filling you up making you feel complete. He stayed like that for a few moments, unmoving inside of you, savoring the feeling of being connected to you again after what felt like a lifetime without you.

“You know I still love you right? I never stopped loving you. Not once.” He whispered, his breath hot on your skin.

“Yes, now move.” You demanded knitting your eyebrows as you braced yourself. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to move his hips and you watched in awe as his thick length moved in and out between your spread legs. You clutched the countertop for dear life as he began rocking faster and faster, your juices coating his length and helping him slide in and out as he found a steady rhythm, fucking you against the bathroom counter. You could still feel the reverberating bass of the club remix pounding in your chest, but all you heard was Luke’s voice in your ear, whispering sweet nothings mixed with the occasional groan of pleasure when you clenched yourself around him.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Just like that. God I missed this so much. Missed your sweet smell, missed your gorgeous tits and the way you can take all of me so well.” He cooed, speaking between gritted teeth as he moved his hips in a way that have you the ultimate sensation like only he could. You could tell he was reaching his climax as he began nipping at your earlobe, a tell tale sign you had memorized that meant he was about to come. You were getting close too, your entire body heating up and your legs shaking slightly as he lazily rubbed his fingers over your clit as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

“L-Luke please.” You squeaked, holding onto his biceps as he rocked your entire body with the force of his thrusting.

“I know sweetheart, almost there.” He grunted, carelessly caressing your neck with his lips. Your perfume smelled the same as he remembered the beautiful scent that had been haunting him for so long. He knew you were close. He could feel it in your body as you clenched around him and the very thought of him being the one to make you come brought him to the edge.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck I love you. I fucking love you baby, fuck I love you so much. Love fucking you!” He came as he unleashed the profanity filled confession of love, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he unloaded his cum into the condom, deep inside you. You hit your high soon after him, coming in a whirlwind of passion and emotion as he coaxed you through your climax. You felt your entire body tingling and your heart racing as his thrusts began to slow and you two began to catch your breaths, coming down from the insane orgasm.

“That was-”

“Amazing.” You finished, giving him a small peck on the nose as he pulled out and proceeded to dispose of the condom. You leaned your body into his, your head hitting his chest and your arms wrapping around his bare torso with a content sigh. He kissed the top of your head before pulling his pants back up and refastening the buckle.

“So, does this mean you’ll take me back?” He took his lip ring between his teeth, fiddling with it like he always did when he was nervous.

“Of course it does you dork.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes before pulling you in for another long kiss.

“Good. Because I’m ready to take off back to my place, maybe, for dinner? And then another round if you’re up for it.” He winked before continuing. “I’m ready to make up for all this wasted time. I wanna do it right this time. Do right by you and make sure that not a day goes by where you don’t feel my love.”

“I think that will be more than enough Luke.” You smiled happily, moving your hand up to caress the side of his face. “I love you too, by the way.”

He smiled, kissing your forehead lovingly before whispering, “Well baby, that’s all I’ll ever need to know.”



What would they do to cheer you up when you are sad?

I know we have one of them cheering you up but I thought  of this this a little bit different, Admin A~

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Maybe he won’t know what to say at first, maybe his advice won’t be the best but he will stay up all night thinking on a way to get your smile back. It doesn’t matter how but he will do it. At the end he would come up with a beautiful love song talking about your smile full of life. 


He would lay on bed with you all day, probably in his daily clothes and you in your pajamas. He noticed something was wrong just when he was saying goodbye heading to work, so of course he had to stay after seeing the mess you were made. He would cuddle you all day, making you doze off in his arms, but he would stay there, until you feel better.


He is a baby, so the first thing he would try is to make you life and tickle you. But he has this brotherly side and his instinct would tell him to hug you tightly and kiss your forehead. Giving you a warm smile he would sit down with you and ask you “Babe what’s wrong? You can talk to me”


Whats the best way to distract you from something that is upsetting you? That is probably going to shopping, at least for Tao. He would take you to all me malls he knows and buy everything you want. After a long day he would take you home and make you try everything you got. Once you are worn out he would spoon you and remind you how much he loves you.


Probably won’t say anything, just take your hand and take you to a nice place to eat. Let it all out while eating, eat to your hearts content. If you need to talk, he’ll listen, but first, you belly has to be happy. 


Ge would get a little bit protective, ask you who hurt you and probably want to kill that person. But he would calm down and the anger in his eyes would fade, only showing his love for you. He would ask you what you want to do, what you need and we would do it all, all for you.


After all day of cuddling and trying to figure out what’s wrong, he would leave the bed and look for his microphone. Without you knowing what he plans on doing, he would start giving you a private performance, singing girl groups songs and even attempting dancing. It won’t take long before he starts hearing you laugh and light come back to your eyes. His light. 


He would be all sweet and loving, give you everything you ask, even what you don’t ask for. He would just give it all, hum you love songs as you fall asleep in his arms, thread his fingers on your hair, even his cats would come and give you sweet kisses (licks) just day with your perfect boyfriend, forgetting about the world. 


Being the dork he is he would try his hardest on making you smile. Maybe by telling you cheesy jokes or tickling you, watching funny movies or pranking the boys. But even when you two are doing things to distract you he would take your hand, or steal you kisses from time to time, making you feel warm, his touch being reassuring. 


Staying home, making you some tea and baking you cookies would be the first things crossing his mind. He wouldn’t leave you a second alone, he would stay there, comforting you even in silence. Pecking your head and cuddling you until you decide to tell him what’s wrong and find a solution together.


He even has a song and dance for the sad times. You don’t need to worry about anything, this boy will do it, he will take care of you, make you smile, laugh, warm. He will give you love, because he knows that’s what you need. Deep inside he would probably feel sad too because he feels everything you do, but that will just make him try harder on making you happy. 


A little bit cliche, he would bring you flowers and chocolates, romantic movies and delicious food. Make out sessions and spooning you in bed. He knows how you like lazy days, he knows you love ice cream specially when sad. He would also listen, listen to everything you have to say and give you his arms so you can cry, cry but feel the warmth of his heart. 

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Behind The Scenes part 5


Summary: After discovering that Steve’s ticklish as well Bucky can’t help but mess with him all day. He also can’t help but think of how his life with Steve could be.

A/N: Just these two idiots being all flirty and stupid and people walking in on them being all flirty and stupid.

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“On your left.”

Steve visibly jumped at the sudden voice next to his ear, but turned to Bucky with a grin nevertheless. “Hey, you.”

“Hey.” Bucky perched down on the seat next to him. “What are you drawing?”

Steve closed his notebook quickly. “Just doodling. Nothing remarkable.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

Steve’s lips twitched upwards almost timidly. “You’re too kind.”

“I’ve never seen any of your sketches, though,” Bucky said, adjusting his position on the chair so that he could look at Steve more properly. “Do you ever show them to people?”

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Head over heels

Jenissi scenario for when you try and find out what’s really going on between you. Are there mutual feelings involved? Will you have the courage to confess? I sort  had a dream about this, so I had to write it out. ^^ | Fluff


Laughter sounded over the grassy fields as you and your friend made your way over to the group of people sitting on the ground. Their laughter felt like a welcoming thing to hear as you both approached them with smiles on your faces. Not to mention the warmth of the sunrays that tickled your skin and made the day even better. It was nice that despite the busy city life, Seoul also offered huge parks like this. And with such a lovely day as today, you couldn’t be happier to finally have a chance to sit outside with your friends and have a good time again. But most of all : you couldn’t wait to see him again; Kim Taeyang. Or Jenissi, as he’d liked to be called.

You two weren’t exactly close and would easily be considered acquaintances to any outsider. But to you, and according to some friends, it definitely felt like there was more going on between the two of you. Not to mention the fact that for some reason you always felt butterflies stir in your stomach at the mere thought of him. It was even worse when actually seeing him. And as you approached the group and heard him talk in that quirky tone of his, you couldn’t help but feel giddy and head-over-heels again without a second of doubt. You definitely liked him a lot. And you did have some hope that your feelings were mutual. After all, according to his friends, Jenissi wasn’t the type to open up about his feelings for as long as he was unsure about how the girl felt. Up until then he would rather avoid talking about it or showing it too obviously. He was more the taking it slow kind of guy. Well, it was too slow in your opinion - to the point of being completely annoyed by it. Each and every time you came here you came with the convinced belief that he had no feelings for you and that you wouldn’t be swayed yet again. But it was hopeless… Hopeless and confusing. After all, other times he had hugged you, teased you with that cute smile on his face, he had tickled you only to hear your laugh - which he claimed was cute - and the two of you even almost kissed last summer.. Until he looked away and suddenly pointed out it was getting late and he had to go. But…Once the group of friends departed from eachother to continue on with their daily lives, it was as if he didn’t even bother to see you alone. As if you were nothing more to him except for a nice distraction for when he was out with his friends. It hurt. And that was the very reason you were fed up with how the situation was. Today you were going to find out what his plans were regarding the two of you.

“Hey everyone!” you and Kyoungmi, your friend, spoke together; making two certain heads snap up instantly. Jenissi and Yooncheol. You knew for a fact that Yooncheol had feelings for Kyoungmi and those feelings were definitely returned, but he made you swear you wouldn’t tell. Nor would he say anything to Jenissi about you. Still, another mission of yours was to bring those two together. And that’s why you plopped down in between Jenissi en Nakta with Kyoungmi on the other side. And so the mission started.

Hours of pleasant talking passed, laughter and jokes were constantly heard and after a while some people were even playing hide and seek and other funny games. “Yooncheol, catch! ” you laughed, throwing the Frisbee his way and smiling as he caught it. Meanwhile Kyoungmi was talking to other people and Jenissi was sulking in the grass. He was acting weird; sighing and rummaging through his stuff every second and occasionally glancing towards you. But at the moment you didn’t but much notice to it, since you were having fun playing this ridiculous game with Yooncheol where you even drew a face on the Frisbee and named it Nakta. It was silly because Yooncheol kept claiming it was actual proof he could fly and when the Frisbee got stuck in a tree, all you could do was cry you had lost your Nakta. This joke continued as you sank down next to Jenissi - who was still sour faced to the point of you worrying about it.

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I made a post about how much I love the tickling community, but I don’t think that post did it justice.

You all are the reason I can be comfortable with my fetish. I used to think I was some kind of weirdo for the things I liked, in fact I vehemently denied I liked it for a long time, even to myself. I’ve never been able to tell anyone in real life about it (though one day I’ll try to work up the courage to tell my SO), and as I’m sure many of you know, it can be lonely at times when you just want to share your love of something. Thanks to all of you, I don’t feel like I’m alone anymore. I know that there are others just like me. And I know I can come here and I won’t be judged or considered a weirdo for what I love. 

So thank you all. You’re the real MVPs :)

Preference #6: Where He Likes to Kiss You

Niall: Your cheeks; They’re like magnets and his lips are attracted to them 24/7. You would be in the back row of the movie theaters surrounded by other couples making out, but of course you refused to have such an intimate display of affection in front of so many people. So that is where it started, the cheek kisses. He had settled for your soft, plump cheeks, which did not feel much like settling to him (Any time he could put his lips on you was time well spent). He found your small, shy smile that formed after his lips landed on your cheek absolutely adorable, and he found himself wanting to get that smile out of you more often. These days, he does it when you least expect it, like when you are reading a book and he comes up from behind you, or when he jumps on the counter next to the sandwich you’re building for the both of you and he plants a sweet peck on your cheek. And if you blush, and the reddish-pink sinks into your cheeks; forget it. He’d pin you onto the fridge and kiss each cheek fifty times until the blush had spread all across your face.

Louis: Neck kisses were his specialty. He knew just where to kiss you depending on your mood. If you had just gotten good news, and you were really excited, he would kiss the hollow of your throat repetitively to make you giggle and let off some of the excitement. But if you were sad, he would take a much different approach and kiss your neck right below your jaw, sucking on the skin slightly, in an attempt to distract you from what was causing you to be so sad. Or if you woke up beside him, scared from a nightmare that you had, he would tell you to relax and explain to him what it was about. And as you ramble on and on about how you dreamt that he had left you for a fan and she spread all of these rumors about you, he would be placing lazy, sloppy kisses from your jaw, down every inch of your neck, to your collar bone, too tired from sleep to try to make these kisses count, but little did he know, they were your absolute favorite.

Harry: Hands were very interesting to Harry. He found it amusing how small your hands were, especially compared to his. He would often put his hand against yours, then moving his fingers between the spaces of yours and pull it to his lips and peck them. These sweet gestures happened almost every second of the day because his hand was always in yours. If you were sitting across from him at a restaurant. He would put his hand out on the table for you to take, and he would pull it up to his lips to kiss it softly, before mumbling, “I know I’ve told you about twelve times already, but you really do look beautiful tonight” and before you would have had time to take your hand back to cover your face which holds a massive blush, he would tighten his grip on your hand and kiss it again, savoring the warmth that radiated off your hand on his lips. And in a few months from then, when your hand was bearing an incredible engagement ring, he would constantly pick up your hand to admire how the rock shined on your finger, kiss your hand,  and say he can’t believe he will get to hold your hand, kiss it, and feel its warmth for the rest of his life.  

Zayn: Lips; the traditional place where kisses were most often placed. He loved, loved, loved your lips. He loved when you wore lip-gloss, but he also loved when they were a bit chapped in the morning. He loved to interrupt your stories with kisses, and when you would pout because you were just getting to the good part, he would just kiss your lips again and again until you gave in. And ‘love’ doesn’t even describe how much he enjoys biting on your lip when things start to get heated, and you are both moaning into each others mouths, just to attach your lips back onto his, becoming swollen in only seconds. Zayn has the ability to either give quick pecks while running out the door that let you know he is busy, but will always have time for you, or he can flip you over on the couch and suck on your bottom lip (his favorite) to show you that he will always be able to put things aside to have his full attention on you, the love of his life. No matter which kiss he gives you, you know that each kiss is filled with so much love and that you would certainly enjoy his lips on yours for the rest of your life.

Liam: He found out that you both enjoyed it when he kissed your stomach You discovered this after you had just finished a massive tickle fight. He didn’t know what it was about you, but you made him want to do the corniest things, say the cheesiest truths, because in all honesty, all of the corny and cheesy things that people say are true. And after he had tickled you so much that you fell off the couch and landed on the floor, and your shirt had ridden up a tad, he bent over you and began placing little kisses on your ticklish stomach, blowing little rasberries on it which tickled you even further. And ever since that discovery, he would always kiss your belly. When you were sleeping, he would wake you up in the morning by sinking under the sheets, lifting your shirt up, and placing sweet kisses around your stomach. And during movies he would get distracted and lazily kiss your face until he sunk lower and lower and he reached your belly. Seeing your soft smile and hearing your laughter whenever he did this, was music to his ears, and that’s why he never stopped.