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You let your phone clatter onto the counter, not caring about being careful with it.

Leaned over on your elbows, you dropped your head down to run your hands through your hair shakily. Your fingers met at the back of your skull. You could feel your body trembling slightly.

The worst part of all of this was that you couldn't do anything. It was outside of your control.

You hated not having control. It always left you shaky, anxious, distressed. Like if you could only take charge then nothing bad would ever happen.

You clenched your fingers tight, pulling at your hair, trying to focus on the dull ache it provided.

Not on your phone chiming with new messages.

You told her this would happen. She had come to you for advice weeks before, and the two of you talked at length about what decision she should make. You told her exactly all the ways it could go wrong but, ultimately, she was in charge of her own life.

Now everything was going bad, and she was begging for help.

The trembling in your body increased slightly. Your chest stuttered, making you gasp sharply.

The front door rattled, and you heard Colt thudding his way through the apartment.

You forced a deep breath, running a hand down your face. You straightened just as Colt got into the kitchen.

"Hey." You said, then cleared your throat to sound less breathless. "How was work?"

Colt stopped dead in his tracks, eyes scanning up and down your form. "What happened?"

You shook your head. "It's fine. I'm fine."

Colt frowned, and stepped closer to you. His hands, calloused but gentle, rubbed up and down your arms.

"You're shaking."

"Yeah." You let out a weak laugh. "I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin."

"What's going on?"

Your phone chimed again in that moment, screen lighting up with your friend's name.

"Ah." Colt said simply, turning back to you. "Things turned out bad?"

You exhaled sharply, stepping away from Colt's embrace to pace around the kitchen.

"It's bad." You said, pacing towards the doorway. "Everything I said could go wrong went wrong, and now I feel like maybe my paranoia is actually good for something."

"You did tell her." Colt said, watching you. "But she makes her own decisions."

"Right." You agreed, turning on your heel and pacing to the opposite end of the kitchen. "And I don't wanna say 'I told you so' because that's rude, but I really want to and that makes me feel bad. And, on a deeper level, I don't feel bad about that."

"You feel bad because…you don't feel bad for her?" Colt frowned a little.

"Exactly." You turned, made your way back to the doorway. Turned on your heel again, but froze in spot. You looked up at Colt. "Am I a bad friend?"

"No!" Colt soothes. "No, of course not."

You nodded, looking aside, flapping your hands by your sides. "I feel like a bad friend."

Colt sighed through his nose softly. "Look. You spent weeks talking with her about it. You stayed up half the night more times than is healthy, just to make sure you covered every angle. She knew exactly what she was getting into. None of this is your fault."

"Feels like my fault." You admitted in a whisper.

"It isn't." He repared, more firm this time. "It's just your brain trying to control the situation."

You buried your face in your hands. "I know."

Colt didn't approach you, letting you process.

"I feel like I'm about to climb the walls." You said, emerging from your hiding place, hands flapping again.

Colt pursed his lips, thinking. Then, seemingly making a decision, he pushed off from the counter he had leaned up against, and came to stand in front of you.

"Alright." He said, stepping into a fighting stance, fists raised up by his face. "Have at it."

"What?" You blinked, hands faltering. It felt like bugs crawled under your skin at the loss of movement, so you took to squeezing your hands in and out into fists.

Colt raised his eyebrows expectantly, spreading his arms wide. "Fight me."

"I'm not going to fight you." You objected.

"Why not? It'll ease the adrenaline." He said, then pushed at your shoulder with just enough force to make you sway backwards a little. "Come on!"

"Colt." You admonished. He pushed again, on your other shoulder. "Seriously?"

You locked eyes and for a long, silent moment, neither of you moved. Colt - never one to back down - and you - avoidant of all things confrontational.

Then he smirked.

He shot out his hand to squeeze at your ribs in one, single movement.

"Hey!" You gasped, flinching. His arm was back at his side before you could even try to catch it.

"What?" The smirk got impossibly wider, and he struck again in the same spot. You flinched again, trying to block his hand.

That was when your phone rang, buzzing against the counter loudly.

"Don't even think about it." Colt said immediately when you looked in the direction of your phone.

"It could be her." You said, taking half a step towards it. Colt side stepped to block your path.

"She'll be fine." He said. "You don't need to fix her life for her."

"What if-"

"You've done enough." He insisted. The phone fell silent.

You couldn't help it - your eyes flickered again to where it lay on the counter.

"Alright." Colt said with finality, and then his hands were on you.

Colt could be precise when he wanted to - stunt work required precision as well as guts - but that was not his intention with you this time. His hands kept moving, kept jumping from your ribs, to your thighs, to your stomach, neck, hips. You had no way of tracking or predicting his movements.

"Come on!" Colt baited over your scattered laughter. "Don't you just wanna let loose?"

You knew you were playing right into his hands. But what other choice did he leave you? You swatted at him, weaving your hands between his reaching ones, and pinched his sides. Giggles burst out of him immediately, and he twisted against your grip.

Colt, however, was a stunt actor. And stronger than you. So when he wrapped his arms around you and hooked his foot over your ankle to tackle you to the ground, you went down like a sack of poatoes.

Flat on your back, Colt's leg thrown over one of yours, you felt a bit like a bug stuck upside down, limbs flailing to no avail.

Colt sneaked his hand under your hoodie, nails scratching just by your hip. Laughing loudly, you aimed your hand at his neck. His chin ducked and shoulder came up, trapping your fingers against his skin. He wheezed a laugh, but apparently wasn't overtaken by your tickling that much. He lowered himself until he was level with your abdomen, hands hiking up your hoodie.

"Don't you dare-" You warned, but Colt was already lowering his mouth to your abdomen, blowing hard against your skin. Your back arched as you burst out laughing.

"Are you just gonna lay there and take it?" Colt teased, lifting off you, but replacing his mouth with both hands against your sides.

Okay, you thought, focus.

You curled you leg up, bracing your foot against Colt's hip. Then you hooked one hand under his arm, the other on his shoulder, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket. You knew Colt was humouring you, but that didn't stop you. Taking a deep breath through your laughter, you shoved at him with all your might, forcing him onto the floor next to you and quickly following after him.

When you rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, he was already grinning.

You slapped his reaching hands away from your thighs. "Stop it!"

"You gonna make me?" Colt sounded thrilled - no, hopeful - and reached again, managing a couple of squeezes above your knee. His eyes twinkled when you yelped and you realised - you have to put a stop to this. With newfound determination, you pulled Colt's unzipped jacket to both sides, exposing the tshirt underneath.

"That's not exactly what I had in mi-whoah!" Colt's tease was cut short as you wedged your fingers under his arms, scribbling your nails at his uppermost ribs. His shoulders scrunched up to his ears, head thrown back in wheezy laughter.

"You're such a little shit, Colt." You said over the noise, though without much heat, and felt his legs kick out behind you.

"Oholny for yohou!" He managed, and you decided he was too coherent.

So you leaned over him and blew a raspberry against his neck.

He squealed. An honest-to-god high pitched squeal, and his hands gripped at your hoodie desperately, tugging, but clearly with no further plan of action.

"That bad?" You asked, leaning back to look at his face. He was still laughing, since you hadn't stopped scribbling your fingers over his ribs. His cheeks turned pink at your words.

You grinned, satisfied with the results.

"Nothing to say?" You couldn't help but tease. Colt made a choked, grumbling sort of sound that made you laugh lightly.

Then his grip tightened and your world tilted.

Colt had you underneath him on the floor again. His weight pinned you down effectively as he sat over your legs. He positioned his hands over you, curled into claws.

When you shot your hands out to try and catch his, he pulled them back. Out of your reach, but still claws.

You felt yourself flush.

He only grinned, dopping his hands abruptly until they almost made contact, then pulling back again as you flinched.

"Nothing to say?" He repeated your words.

You took his distraction as an opportunity, and tried aiming for his hips. Arms flailed amongst vague threats and choked off laughter, as both of you tried to gain the upper hand.

Colt, of course - damn him - came out victorious.

He immobilitsed both your arms by crossing them at the wrists and pressing them into your chest tightly with his hand. His other hand braced on the floor by your head, and he leaned over you to cover your face in light kisses. Your eyes scrunched shut at the fluttering, ticklish sensation, but any attempts at turning your head away were futile as he simply followed your movements.

"Leave me alohone!" You complained, face burning at the affection.

"Mm-m." Colt objected, trailing down over your jaw and to your neck. His stubble made the feeling even worse.

"Noho!"

"Will you promise to leave your phone alone?" Colt asked against your neck, raising goosebumps over your skin. You scrunched your shoulder, but his head blocked the movement.

"Yes, yes, just let me up!" You agreed quickly.

You felt his lips curl into a grin against your neck, and he nipped you lightly before straightening. He kept your arms in his grip, though.

"Don't even try tickling me." He warned you, eyebrows raised, but still grinning.

"I won't."

Colt released you, getting to his feet. By the time you managed to scramble to yours, he was grabbing your phone off the counter.

"For safekeeping." He exlpained when he saw you looking, slipping your phone into the back pocket of his jeans. Chuckling lightly at your disgruntled expression, he leaned over to place soft kiss on your lips in an attempt to pacify you. "Wanna order waffles and watch that trash show you love?"

"It's not trash." You muttered, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders.

"It's kinda trash, babe." He said, leading you to the living room.

"I want extra strawberries on my waffle." You said, ignoring his comment.

"I will get you triple strawberries." Colt said, with all the seriousness of a man heading into battlefield. "Quadruple strawberries."

You snorted, letting him nudge you gently down onto the sofa.

He was right, you mused to yourself quiety as you watched him tap in the order on his phone. You've done what you can, and freaking out over someone else's bad choices wasn't goint to benefit anybody.

You reached for the TV remote before Colt could catch you staring.

Now, you were being transported to the Police Station trial environment, where they had assured you the officer was waiting under many restraints. You were slightly confused on why they couldn't bring him back to the Sinyala facility, but you assumed it would be too big of a threat. But sure, let's bring you to an unfamiliar place where you'd be completely alone with him.

You were quite looking forward to this though, knowing you could get under his skin easily and have some fun for the day. Upon arrival, a guard over the speakers directed you on where to go. This place was a mess. Trash littered the ground and broken mannequins were scattered everywhere, along with some blood and corpses, but it was very much set up like an average police station. You supposed it wasn't your place to judge; you could've been the poor soul to never make it out of here.

They had told you prior that Coyle was held in one of the jail cells, restrained to the metal table that barely passed for a bed. You went in further, taking in your surroundings and being careful not to step on anything on the floor. Who knew what kind of things around here that you could bring back with you.

You made it past the security room, walking down a long hall that finally brought you to the opened cells of the station. You looked into them, finding most of them empty with only remains of the beings in here before you. A sudden deep hum sounded from one of the cells down the hall, and you knew it was the cop. With the tiniest of a smirk playing on your face, you treaded down the hall. Keep it professional, of course.

You entered the small cell, where Coyle sat on the bed with his wrists handcuffed to the metal bars above him. You recalled how the guards at Murkoff told you he was "heavily restrained." You quipped a raised brow, wondering how only two handcuffs were considered a lot. You brushed it off though, knowing he was going no where even if he had more room to squirm.

When he saw you, he paused his humming to give you a dirty smirk, his dark aviators looking up at you. "Aww, you just couldn't resist seeing me again." A small chuckle followed and he looked you up and down, his smugness only increasing when he saw the small grin on your face. You nodded at him, his file between your arm and torso.

"Leland."

"Oho, on a first name basis now aren't we? You never told me yer' name, sweetness."

You tilted your head to the side, your lips turned in an upright, tight line. before you clicked your tongue. "I'm afraid you're not allowed to know that."

Part of you wondered why he was so smug, as if he wasn't currently held down in front of you, knowing what was about to happen and how you knew a huge weakness of his. You assumed it was just his nature though. Taking the file from your arm and setting it down on a nearby small table, you turned to him and crossed your arms. "You know what's going to happen now?"

Coyle snickered, nodding his head slowly and sitting against the wall more comfortably. His feet were crossed out in front of him as his bottom half rested along the bed. "Yes, I do," he said, in a deep, southern drawl.

"And you know what's gonna happen if you don't behave yourself?"

He wiggled his arms, the cuffs clinking against the concrete wall and metal bars. "Yer' hands will be all over me. Don't get too excited now."

You rolled your eyes at him, the smile still on your face. He hadn't changed since the last time you saw him. You questioned how he could be so cocky right now; you both knew you could completely turn this sideways, making him shriek and beg for mercy.

"Okay Coyle, you know how this goes." You stepped forward more, towering over his frame and bringing your arms to your sides. You peered into his sunglasses with a grin. "We'll start at the top. Stay still and remain quiet, unless anything hurts."

He wore his same leather jacket and white button up shirt, so you tried to hide the smirk that crept onto your face, knowing you'd definitely take advantage of unzipping it and "evaluating" his torso. You stared at his arms, prodding at his forearms and moving up towards his biceps, gauging for any signs of discomfort on his face.

He still wore that cocky grin as he stared back into your eyes, his stained teeth almost peeking out behind his lips. It almost made you hesitant to continue; there was something more sadistic and menacing about him than usual. You wouldn't let him see it though; you were the one who was supposed to be under his skin, not the other way around.

You made it to his shoulders, pressing down on the tops of them, when Coyle suddenly pulled at the handcuffs, the links instantly breaking into pieces on the floor as they slid off his wrists with ease. You gasped, not given the chance to comprehend what just happened as he grabbed your arms and changed your positions. In one swift motion, he was now above you, with you lying on your back against the metal bed. "H-HEY! WHAT THE-"

Coyle snickered, taking your wrists in his hands and putting them above your head. You struggled against his hold, using all your effort to lift yourself off the bed and move your legs to the floor. It was fruitless though, as he was close enough to the edge of the bed that you had no room to try and get up. He sneered down at you, the smirk effervescent on his face as he squeezed your wrists once.

"Plastic cuffs. Looks like your little guards wanted this to happen."

Your eyes widened as they looked up at him with terror. You shook your head, still tugging at your wrists and kicking your legs out for any chance of getting out of his strong hold. Was this some sort of sick joke?! What was Easterman thinking giving him faux handcuffs? No wonder he was acting so arrogant. Your stomach twisted at the thought of what he was planning to do.

He noticed the sudden tenseness in your face, leaning down close to you and chuckling in your ear. "Not so assertive now, huh?"

He moved in further, his warm breath on your ear, making you shudder and twitch your head. "Now stay still and remain quiet, honey."

"Coyle don't-HAH!"

His free hand was immediately placed on your side, giving it harsh squeezes and ripping a shriek from your throat. Loud laughter followed suit as you tried to squirm away from his hand, kicking your feet out against the metal bed.

He peered down at you with a devilish grin, using minimal effort in holding your wrists down. You didn't realize how strong he was. His fingers pinched up and down your side, grasping at your shirt and digging into your waist. You heard a few sniggers from the cop as he shook his head. "God almighty, what a sight."

"YOHOU CAHAN'T DO THIHIHIS!"

"Ohoho, who's gonna stop me, huh?" His tone was wicked, laced with something you've never heard from him before. It could only be best described as vengeful. His hand on your side didn't stop as he switched to your other side, bringing another shriek past your lips at the newfound sensitivity.

"EHE-EASTERMAN! H-H-HEHELP!"

You had the slightest bit of hope that he was listening. That he was watching the scene unfold, that he knew how dangerous this was for you. But you realized he had lied to you; reassured you the officer couldn't cause any harm. Your eyes widened more at the sudden realization. He was watching. He saw everything. No one was coming to save you, and you and him both knew it.

Coyle cooed at you, digging all five fingers into your side and shaking them briskly. "Aww, you think he's gonna help you? You're stuck with me, sweetness. And the only thing I wanna hear out of you is begging and screaming."

You yelled out through high-pitched laughter, throwing your head back and tightly shutting your eyes. Gasps and shrieks emitted as he sought out to find all the sensitive spots along your waist, calloused fingertips treading above your clothing and prodding extensively. "P-PLEHEHEASE-"

Even you didn't realize how sensitive you were; it wasn't often you were found at the expense of your own laughter and writhing. Coyle seemed to love it though; perhaps a bit too much, as his teeth showed behind his wide grin and he snarled. "So loud already. I'm gonna make a mess outta you."

His fingers travelled upwards, finding your ribs and delivering deft prods and squeezes to the sides of them, his fingers curling around on your back and digging deeply. It tickled like hell; your back arched up into his fingers, only adding to the sensation. You slammed it back down, your feet banging against the metal and producing a racket of echoes around the small cell. "C-COHOHOYLE-AHA!"

He chuckled down at you, fingers continuing their search for your worst spot. "What is it, hmm?"

You shook your head, trying to speak clearly through heavy laughter. "I-IHIHI-"

Coyle noticed you struggling to get your words out, so he backed off just slightly, slowing his pace to scribbles on your ribs to keep you squirming and giggling. Your eyes opened to look at him again, a wobbly smile on your face. You gasped through your airy giggles, slowing your movements and stuttering out. "I-Ihi still neheed to peheherform the ex-exahaham!"

He snickered, shaking his head at you. "Aw, honey. You can just write me off as in excellent condition when I'm done with you."

"Thahaht's nohot p-prohofessional-ahaha!"

Coyle let out a deep, raspy laugh. "And what? What you did to me months ago was?"

You shook your head, pleading with him through giggles and with your eyes. "I wohon't doho it again!"

He leaned down, right in front of your face this time, the smoke on his breath making your nose twitch. With a deep, southern drawl, he spoke just above a whisper. "Damn right. Yer' in my hands now."

There was no chance of you speaking out again as his hand was back to giving electrifyingly intense squeezes to your ribs, pinching higher to your upper ones and lingering there, watching with sadistic exhilaration as you screamed and fell back into your boisterous laughter.

You pulled at your arms again, twisting left and right to try and evade his hand, but it never left your torso, always digging and pinching and tickling the absolute hell out of you. Confined to the small bed, there wasn't much wiggle room, so you were stuck taking what he gave you as he slowly drained your sanity.

After a few minutes of the intense attacks on your ribs, his hand drifted towards your underarm. You descended into giggles again, using your low sensitivity there to your advantage and taking in much needed breaths of air. You suddenly thought of an idea. Surely it would end up in your favor.

With the remaining strength you had left, you changed the position of your legs and kicked at Coyle's thighs, making him falter and back up with a grunt, the grip on your wrists becoming undone as the strength of your push sent him backwards. You immediately sat up, rushing off the bed and charging at him. With a yelp, Coyle was sent crashing to the floor as you tackled him, taking the opportunity to sit atop his thighs and grab his wrists, putting them underneath the weight of your knees.

He barked out at you, his expression faltering into an angry one before the sadistic grin was back. He pulled at his arms, squirming under you and trying to knock you off. You held on though, placing your hands on his sides with a smirk of your own. He stared up at you through his aviators, deep snickers dripping off his lips. "Ohoho, you think you've won now, huh?"

You challenged a stare back, narrowing your eyes into his sunglasses and searching for his eyes. "I believe we can start the exam now."

You knew you had to work quick. Your hands got to work on his sides, squeezing with a precision that had Coyle choking on his laughter and writhing at the touch. You grinned down at him, watching as the wobbly smile replaced his smirk. "Aww, who's laughing now?"

He growled through his laughter, shaking his head and kicking his legs out behind you. "Y-youhou mohohotherfucker!" You gave him a mock frown, pursing your bottom lip out in fake sympathy.

You kept one hand squeezing mercilessly on his waist, using the other to unzip his leather jacket and open it to reveal his bloodied, white button up. He snickered, half at his sensitivity and half at your actions. "Oho, you've juhust been waiting to tahake my clothes off, hmhmm?"

You rolled your eyes at arrogance, digging harshly into his side and making him cry out. "Are you still super ticklish here?"

Your free hand fell above his tucked in shirt, wiggling and poking his abdomen in random patterns. He sucked in a breath, his stomach twitching underneath your fingers. His laughter deepened, throwing his head back with gritted teeth. You spoke out loud while taking mental notes of his reactions. "Subject shows extreme sensitivity to his abdomen, as usual. Will further examine."

You rushed your other hand to his stomach, shaking all five fingers into his muscles and vibrating deeply. The poking hand continued with its random prods, sending the officer into a frenzy of yelps and laughter. "S-SOHON OF A BIHIHITCH-"

You giggled at him, taking great pride and joy in getting him back and reducing him to a mess underneath you. "You poor, poor, thing."

The faintest of a blush crept up his neck and protruded onto his cheeks. You cooed at him, bringing a hand up to flutter your fingers against his neck. "Aww, are you blushing now? This must be really getting to you!"

He tried to growl through his laughter, but it ended up turning into giggles and titters as your fingers landed on his neck. He tried to move his head away, but your hand only followed, so he did his best at squeezing his head against his shoulder. It barely affected your movement though, as more giggles emitted from him. "The mean cop can still giggle!"

"Ehehehnough you fuhuhucker, I-I'll cohohook you!"

You looked around, not seeing his baton in sight. Turning your head back to him, you clicked your tongue. "Aw, seems like they were smart enough to at least leave you without your prized weapon. Too bad I can't use it though."

You suddenly perked up, remembering the spot that drove him wild the most. Your smile turned into a sick grin, challenging the ones he gave you. Keeping up with the flutters on his neck and the pokes to his stomach, you questioned him over his laughter. "How are your hips doing?"

The slightest of a hitch in his throat was caught by you, and your grin darkened. He shook his head, his laughter growing in volume at just the mention of his hips. You snickered at his crazed reaction, taking it as evidence that it still drove him up the wall.

"DOHON'T FUHUCKING DO IT-"

Too late. You swiftly brought your hands down to his hips, putting your thumb on top of the bone and wrapping your other fingers around his waist. Your thumbs dug in harshly, squeezing without mercy and sending shocks through his entire body. He all out yelled, a deep, hoarse cackle bursting from within his chest and echoing throughout the cell.

You grinned down at him, a bit taken aback by how badly this was affecting him. Was he this sensitive the last time? No words escaped past his lips. The only sound in the small room was his booming laughter. He writhed under you, bucking his hips and slamming his boots against the floor.

Perhaps he bucked a bit too much, as you were suddenly thrown off his legs backwards, landing on the ground with yelp. Your eyes widened as you watched Coyle catch his breath for just a brief second before sitting up and going to grab at you. With a shriek, you scrambled to get up from the ground, barely missing his aim for you as you stood up, running out of the cell in terror.

"You got forty kinds of hell coming to ya' for that!"

You didn't make it far though. Coyle's hands wrapped around your waist, dragging you back into the cell and promptly digging into your sides. You squealed, manic giggles spilling past your mouth as your hands grabbed at his, trying and failing to pull them away.

He snickered in your ear, his breath tickling you further and making you tilt your head away. "Aww, what was that ya' said? Who's laughin' now?"

"IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!"

"Oh, honey. There's no use in apologizing now. Just scream for me, sweetness."

And scream you did, as Coyle suddenly swept your foot out in front of you with his own, making you yelp between your laughter and fall to the ground with him still wrapped around your waist. He followed you down, taking the opportunity to sit behind you and continue squeezing your sides. Your hands were on top of his forearms, desperately trying to pull them away to no avail.

You squirmed in his hold, twisting with no where to go. Your legs kicked out in front of you, so Coyle took one of his legs and put it over one of yours, keeping it secured on the ground. A small, involuntary whine left your lips and you shook your head, trying to kick his leg off yours. It was of no use though, you were being weakened with laughter by every passing second.

"Coy-Cohohoyle!"

He smirked against your ear, his beard just barely scratching against your neck, causing you to lean forward to dodge the ticklish feeling. He took notice of this, chuckling and following where your head went with accurate precision, purposefully rubbing his beard against the side of your neck.

"Oh? What happened to a first name basis?"

You squealed at the sensation, falling into louder giggles as your shoulder struggled to reach your head, blocked by Coyle's own, forcing you to take in the scratchy feeling.

"When was the last time you had a physical exam, huh?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, nervous giggles spilling past your lips as your squirming doubled. He tightened his hold on you, practically securing your entire upper half with just his arms. Your arms smacked the top of his, searching for any possible way of escape. "Ihi dohon't need ohohone, ahasshole!"

"Ooh," he clicked his tongue, "is that sass I'm hearin'?"

"LEHET mehe gohoho!"

He shook his head against your neck, his beard grazing against your skin only making you giggle further. His southern drawl echoed in your ear. "With all this squealin', I think we outta check. Start by getting these hands out the way."

He suddenly took both of your hands in his, putting them behind your back and against his torso. You tried to put up a fight, but he ultimately got your wrists in one of his hands. You couldn't see what he was doing, but you felt him reach behind him. With an anxious smile and confusion crossing your face, you wondered just what in the hell he was up to.

You heard the faint sound of something jingling behind you, like keys or metal or something. The feeling of something cold wrapped around your wrist, it following suit on your other. You tugged at your hands, yet they went nowhere. A gasp resonated from you, confusion turning into panic at the realization. Handcuffs. Real handcuffs.

You lowered your head, your giggles rising in pitch as the wobbly smile on your face on grew in width. "Ohoho gohod, plehehease." Coyle's hands snaked back to your waist, fingers poised at your sides and ready to strike at any moment.

"God ain't gonna save ya' now."

His fingers attacked, promptly digging all ten into your sides relentlessly. You threw your head back at the touch, falling onto his chest and writhing in his grasp. Your hands balled into fists behind you, while your unrestrained leg kicked out against the floor.

"P-PLEHEHEASE DOHON'T!"

"Now, now. This is an ongoing examination. Tell me somethin', honey. Does this tickle?"

He switched tactics, aiming for squeezing up and down your sides now. You shrieked, the extremity of the feeling making you jerk underneath his touch. Your head was titled back against his shoulder, loud laughter echoing all around the cell. "GOHOD DAHAHAMNIT-"

"Ooh, such foul language for someone so professional."

He kept his hands squeezing against your sides, dipping his head low and once again rubbing his beard against the open skin of your neck. A high-pitch squeal escaped you and you squeezed your eyes shut, nose scrunching up and head failing to elude his scruff. He snickered into your ear. "Subject shows extreme sensitivity to the neck. Should we further investigate this?"

If you could kill him, you would. How dare he use your own words against you?

"NOHOHOHO!"

"Hmm," he growled in your ear, "I think we damn well need to."

One of his hands came up to wiggle his fingers on the opposite side of your neck where his beard was currently keeping you in a fit of high-pitched laughter. The added sensation only made you squeal again, head tilting to try and press against your shoulder.

This only exposed the other side of your neck though, so Coyle took the chance to delve further into your neck, reaching part of your shoulder and collarbone. You didn't know how to respond, the two highly contrasting feelings driving you up the wall.

"Aww, yer' all bark and no bite, huh?"

The hand at your waist crawled higher, landing on your ribs and poking at random intervals. Each poke made you squeak, driving you back down to airy giggles. Your torso twitched, back arching and convulsing into his chest.

"C-Cohohoyle, plehehease! I'm sohohorry!"

"I ain't sure I believe that, sweetness."

You shook your head, giggly whines intermixed with your squeaks. "Ihihi-ha! I swehehear!"

"Is that what you were gonna say before you kicked my leg earlier? That hurt ya' know."

Coyle hummed, his smirk evident in his tone. You couldn't see it, but you knew he was up to no good. "Speaking of legs..." he trailed off.

A hand was suddenly atop your restrained thigh, making your giggles spike and turn into panicked laughter. You pleaded out, doing your best to try and wriggle his hand off. "N-Nohoho! Dohohon't-"

"Upper half seems fine, but what about the lower half, hmm?" His breath was against your ear again, he scruff brushing against your ear and making you titter.

"COYLE! NOHO-"

The hand atop your thigh squeezed mercilessly; up and down the length of it with such intensity that it must've rivaled the feeling of his shock baton. The feeling shot up your leg and spread throughout your torso, making your hips buck and laughter raise an octave.

Coyle snickered at your reactions. "Aw, what pretty lil' noises you make."

Against your will, a small blush painted itself across your cheeks, heat radiating off them at his sudden flirtatious teasing. You shook your head, trying to hide your face from him. He noticed instantly though, as he was gauging your face for reactions.

His free hand was back on your neck, fluttering his fingers to make you turn your head back towards his way. He cooed, grinning ear to ear. "Aw, am I makin' you blush? Don't hide from me, sweetness."

You said nothing as you were too laughter struck, head tilting back to him as he scribbled against your neck. Your blush only deepened at his words, eyes squeezed shut in mirth (and so you didn't have to view his teasy smirk). The hands behind your back struggled, having no where to go as the handcuff links clinked together.

Coyle brought his hand down more, pinching above your knee with his thumb and index finger. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder again as you practically lied against him. Your other leg kicked out in every direction; the knee he was attacking twitching and flexing underneath his fingers.

"Christ almighty," he snickered, "I just love making you dance for me."

The hand at your neck rushed back to your side, squeezing the same way he was your knee. The combined, tremendously ticklish sensations had you screeching before falling into silent laughter. Your stomach ached, mind going hazy as he never let up for a second. The only sound in the room was his humming and chuckling.

You were going limp in his arms when the speakers in the police station sounded, Easterman's amused voice reverberating around the cell.

"I think the doctor has had quite enough now. Wouldn't you like to see them again, Leland?"

Coyle ignored his words, continuing to pinch your knee and dig into your side. Easterman was over the intercom again, his tone stricter this time.

"Now."

With a snicker, Coyle stopped his torment on you, lifting his hands off you and leaning you forward a bit to take the handcuffs off your wrists. You greedily sucked in air, chest heaving up and down as giggles poured out of you. The blush was still on your face, along with the wobbly smile as the officer took your hands in his. His thumbs rubbed soothingly against your wrists, his mouth coming close to your ear and whispering to you.

"Yer' lucky, I'll tell you that. Next time I won't be so lenient."

You shook him off you, leaning forward and not daring to meet his eyes as you shakily stood up from the floor. Coyle chuckled and also stood up, going towards the table with his file. You turned around and watched as he opened it up, checking off boxes and writing something down that you couldn't make out.

When he was done, he closed the file and took it in his hand, turning to you with a smirk. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. "I don't think that was your job. What exactly did you put down?"

He walked towards you, holding the file out for you to take it. You hesitantly grabbed it, slowly opening it up to see what he had written.

"I didn't ask him to stop once. I'll be back for more again soon."

You slammed the file shut, the blush returning to your cheeks with a darker hue than before. You stared at him through his aviators, shaking your head with the tiniest hint of a grin playing at your face. You didn't want to admit it, but just maybe he was half right. Perhaps you had developed the smallest of a soft spot for him.

He could clearly see it though; the way you didn't even attempt to deny his accusation. He grinned at you, putting a hand on his belt buckle while the other reattached the handcuffs to the hook on his belt. He titled his head towards you. "You don't have to say nothin'. I already know, honey."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to play off your embarrassment. "Whatever."

An alarm sounded around the police station, symbolizing your cue that it was time to leave for the facility again. You straightened your clothes out and put the file between your arm again, looking to him with a small, trying-to-be-professional, smile. He peered at you back, the cocky grin not once leaving his features. "You go on. I know you'll come runnin' back eventually."

You cleared your throat at his tease, rolling your eyes and giving him a small nod. "Goodbye, Leland."

You turned on your heel, walking out of the cell before he could see your flustered smile. You heard him call out behind you, voice evident with a playfully wicked and flirtatious tone.

"I'll miss ya, too."

“C’mon, Shattermaster! Daddy believes in you!”

Dagur laughed as he and his companion zipped through the air, cheering the green-scaled dragon on. They were racing you and Hiccup. It’d been a rather boring day on the Edge, as shocking as that may have been. Astrid was out on a scouting run with Snotloud, and the twins were off doing…well, who knows what.

Regardless, the three were left alone, and it didn’t take much to get Dagur’s wheels turning on new ideas to pass the time.

Soaring ahead, Hiccup and Toothless take the lead. The bold red tail gives both of you a clear view of who just passed you, drawing multiple groans. Those two always seemed to win the races…

Except you had a new technique.

You and your dragon took a swift dive, swooping ahead of Hiccup as you caught a strong wind gust. It was incredibly close, but you passed the finish line in the dirt right before the pair. Dagur was a good few seconds behind, though he was cheering you on the whole way. “YES, hahaha! Oh, you smoked him!”

“Yeah, good job,” Hiccup applauded, placing a hand on your shoulder. It’d been a while since one of you had beaten him. “How’d you get that lift on the wings for your dive at the end?”

You smiled at the praise, knowing the dismissive nature of his response was rooted in curiosity and respect. He was happy for you—he simply wanted to figure out how your trick worked. “Found a wind gust. I’ve been practicing, figuring out their paths and how to use them. Pretty good, huh?”

“Wow, I hadn’t—”

“WHOOO YEAH!”

You jumped as a pair of strong arms suddenly closed around your middle, lifting you into the air. It was obviously Dagur—the scars made it easy to tell—but it still spooked you. “My Thor, Dagur, warn me next time!”

“Aw, c’mon! You beat Hiccup! That’s cause for celebration!” he smiled, giving your sides a few teasing squeezes. They were meant to playfully annoy you, but instead, you yelped.

Dagur panicked at your little yelp, immediately setting you down in front of him. “Oh, Gods, did I hurt you? Pierce a lung? Bruise a rib? How many heads do I have?”

“No, Dagur, it’s— uh, one?” you blinked, trying to catch up to his runaway train of thought. You looked over to Hiccup for help, but quickly discovered you weren’t getting any. He was simply smirking at you like the smug bastard he was, knowing why you had yelped. He always knew…

“Then…why’d you make that sound? That wasn’t a normal sound, and trust me, I’m well-versed in them,” he questioned, ginger brows furrowing with concern. His hands remained on your shoulders, his firm grim cementing the fact that you were screwed.

“It’s nothing, okay? Just…” You took a breath, knowing that the next four words out of your mouth would seal your fate. “It just kinda tickled.”

You watched as realization slowly dawned on Dagur’s face, his pinched concern morphing into giddy glee. “You’re ticklish.” His grip on your shoulders tightened a bit, making you gulp.

“Mph, mphmhmhm… Oh brother?” he giggled, looking over at Hiccup with a wide grin. “Would you mind helping me with our friend here?”

Your eyes widened at his sudden request. Trying to dissuade Dagur was pointless, so you trained your gaze on Hiccup. “Wait, Hiccup, c’mon. Let’s think about this, yeah?”

“Alright,” he nodded. The man tapped his chin a few times before walking over, giving your stomach a poke. “I thought about it, and I’m still doing it.”

“You little— OHOhoho Gohohods!”

The attempt to threaten Hiccup went right out the window as Dagur squeezed your sides again, moving around to hold you from behind. Escaping was impossible thanks to his strength, leaving you stuck between the two men.

“Ooohoohoo, that’s a fun sound!”

Dagur’s eager little giggles were usually endearing, although you found it hard to properly appreciate them while he was causing chaos for you. Hiccup began to randomly poke at your stomach as well, making you flinch and jerk in Dagur’s hold. Not fair, not fair at all.

“This is pretty fun, right brother?” Dagur grinned, skittering his fingers across your ribs for a moment. Every one of your reactions were fascinating to him. “They’re wriggling around like a river eel!”

“I’m shocked you hadn’t already found out about this, Dagur,” Hiccup chuckled, giving that little spot beside your navel a few quick pokes. “They haven’t exactly been hiding the fact.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

Dagur shook his head, tsk-tsking at you. “Guess I’ll need to come around the Edge more often, won’t I? Can’t have you hiding things from me! That’s where slippery little secret slopes get started.” His fingers dug a little further into your sides, making you squeal.

“I’m not sure it counts as a secret if you’re the only one who didn’t know,” Hiccup mumbled, smiling as he jabbed at Dagur. It was a harmless little comment, but it still got the berserker’s sights set on him.

“Oh really, Hiccup? You have something to say?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes at the slim man. His fingers slowed on your sides as his focus shifted, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

Hiccup bit his lip at the direct acknowledgement; he could sense the playful threat in Dagur’s tone. Still, he didn’t backpedal, deciding that the facts might save him. “Well, uh…I was just saying, you’re the last to know. They get into tickle fights with the twins pretty often.”

“Hmph. Well, how kind of you to inform me of this key detail about our good friend here,” Dagur grinned, his voice unsettlingly even and calm. It’s almost scary, hearing him speak that way. He gave your arm a little pat, pressing his forehead to your shoulder for a moment. “I’m gonna give you a break now, okay?”

You weren’t arguing with that. You stepped aside, hearing Dagur crack his knuckles. Hiccup’s eyes widened, but before he could even think about running, the berserker was on him. You couldn’t help but giggle as the two toppled to the grass, wrestling to try and get the upper hand. Dagur won that hand rather quickly.

“DAHAHAGUHUHUR!”

Hiccup’s back arched as his ribs were targeted, his good foot stomping against the dirt. Dagur had him pinned on his back, arms above his head, and goofy expression on full display. There was no way he was escaping that.

“What? Can’t use your snarky words when you’re laughing, can ya?” he goaded, giving each pair of ribs a special little scritch. He was surprisingly delicate while tickling the fragile bones, careful not to do any more than tickle the man. “That’s what you get for messing with Dagur, baby!”

“You two are such dorks,” you huffed, shaking your head at the pair. You’d finally caught your breath, free to watch the chaos unfold in front of you.

Hiccup squirmed and wriggled on the grass, eyes meeting yours. He couldn’t move his arms, though you had a feeling he’d be reaching out if he could. “HEHEHEHELP!”

“Aw, there’s no help for you, brother,” cooed Dagur, giving his hair a quick ruffle before moving back to his rib cage. “They’ve already had their dose. Now it’s your turn, and the medic’s in!”

That got on your nerves a bit. Was he suggesting that you couldn’t handle standing up for the poor rider? How dare he? With a huff of amused annoyance, you crouched down behind Dagur and ran your nails down either side of his exposed neck.

Dagur jerked, a shrill yelp leaving him. Both his hands flew up to his neck, swatting at your own as he released Hiccup’s wrists.

The other man wasted no time, his smaller hands latching onto Dagur’s waist and squeezing away. It was chaotic as all Helheim, but man, was it fun.

“GYAhahah! Ohoho, youhuhu muhuhuttonheads!”

Dagur practically growled those words through his laughter, though you both knew the sound of true anger in his voice, and it wasn’t present. He was simply trying to intimidate the two of you into backing off.

That definitely wasn’t going to happen.

“C’mon, lighten up! It’s your turn, mister berserker,” you chided, giving the small bit of pudge beneath his navel a quick tase. His voice cracked for a moment, laughter pitching up as the spot was targeted. “Ooo, bad spot?”

“SHUHUHUT IHIHIT!”

Hiccup laughed a bit at that, his hair still a wreck from the earlier tickles. He was simply too focused on “revenge” to care enough about fixing it. “Here, try his ears. Just don’t let him bite you.”

“IHI WIHIHILL! K-KEHEEP YOUHUR FIHIHINGERS AWAHAY, OR THEHEHEY’RE MIHIHINE!”

“Duly noted.”

As your fingers traveled upward, you couldn’t help but smile at the situation you found yourself in. Two of your favorite people in the archipelago were lying in the grass with you, smiling for one reason or another. You all were having stupid, careless fun—and Thor, did it feel good to laugh like that.

"almost done, sweetheart." uruha nods, obedience written over his face. you have no doubt he'll stay put until you've had your turn with natsuki. "nats here has been needing this. it's been long overdue, hasn't it?"

natsuki squeals when your mouth replaces your fingers. uruha can feel his pulse quicken from the hold he has over his trembling wrists, "ah hngngg!! NGH YES!"

he's so noisy.

not even hokuto, himself, can be like this. or maybe. you're pretty good for what he thought was an amateur. nothing compared to Uruha, though.

just look at him...

his hair had fallen from his ponytail, sticking in every direction but he kept composed as you asked him to, with a bitten, red lip being the exception to keep as quiet as possible.

he can hold his composure better than you.

you'll eat natsuki alive if he asks you to.

"ack! hahh right there, right there, [name]-" then look at Natsuki — he withers into your warm mouth and tries to yank his arms free from behind his back, unfortunately, uruha wants to be good so that'll never happen.

hokuto comments and teases natsuki's manner of whining, "he's super loud. is he usually like this or is it because you're touching him? let me try."

natsuki shakes in your hold, and he starts thrashing around when hokuto's fingers tiptoe playfully towards his chest. the piercings on his nipples glint dangerously with the need to be poked and groped at.

but he only wants you to do it.

"don't touch me, bastard!"

natsuki huffs, the red from his face blossoming down to his chest. he's super embarrassed. they all had to watch as you squeezed his reddish cock at the bass, licking up all the pre that leaks out at your ministrations.

for what? so they can get a taste of you as well??? no, no no. one glance at the men surrounding him. and he can tell they're waiting patiently, some less than others, for their turn.

for example, look at Yura, he's already palming himself over his clothes, lazily, his tattooed hand coated with his arousal. he's trying to match the pace you set on natsuki.

he was the first one to break.

loser.

"you know," Hokuto starts, "i'm getting pretty tired of your constant insults. we're trying to help."

yura silently agrees. hokuto doesn't need a verbal response to understand those eyes. he gets them all the time.

help who???

you were the one who groped him in front of the men, all of whom, by the way, he hates. foolish uruha who took everything, the man who killed his older brother, and the leader of a terrorist group.

and now they're circling him, watching like hawks to a prey.

he's sick.

natsuki is so sick, he can't process it with how good he feels.

they're not helping.

they're only making him feel.. small.

"suck on your mother's tits." natsuki hisses so casually that it causes a strike of stunned silence. he's pretty sure uruha muttered a small 'dude...' into his ear but he couldn't care less. "i'm not trying to please you."

"oh?" yura voices.

he knows very well who he means.

his looped gaze falls onto you.

you meet his eyes with a raised brow before you prop yourself off of natsuki with a pop, it elicits a shaky cry from him, his sturdy thighs quivering.

"are you just gonna watch?" you question as you grip natsuki's thighs to keep him from squirming so much. yura shrugs, it's a horrible response. he knows. he doesn't know what to do. "i am not your owner. do as you please as long as you don't touch natsuki."

yura doesn't answer but hokuto does for him, a teasing glint in his eyes — "i'm sure he likes watching."

he keeps his focus on you.

his attention.

there is no denial however, he does exhale, fed up.

you felt your job was done with him so you turned back to natsuki. he pays extra attention now, knowing you're the only one who'll be touching him is exciting.

"...and no, hokuto, you must ask properly before you do anything bold. don't be rude." you click your tongue in disbelief. it's a hypocritical thing for you to say but who cares? "he's for me alone. wait your turn like uruha."

hokuto bites his bottom lip — nearly a mirrored image of the restrained uruha who tries not to rut his hips against his friend's back. hokuto likes how you spoke to him. mean. "pretty please?"

natsuki sneers his way.

"hell no."

"watch your tongue, natsuki." he frowns at your disapproval but he doesn't fight back or argue. he only decides to relax in Uruha's arms who hisses at the pressure to his lower body. "you don't get to decide things here- hm?"

a pair of warm hands slipping around your waist brings your attention to another man.

yura.

he catches you off guard.

you paid him no mind so it surprised you when he circled around you, stepping over natsuki's trembling legs and crouching behind you without a care in the world.

he takes a similar position to Uruha's except when he presses his chest flush to your back, he doesn't hesitate to buck his hips, swollen cock meeting you in between. it's a small jump but it's something different.

you feel him.

the tightness around his crotch area.. what he's been dealing with.

has he a thing for watching?

honestly, you thought he was going to stay in the background, observing, touching himself at the scene.

yet here he is...

his hands caress your body, dipping lower and lower... "yura, what are you doing?"

"you seemed stressed taking care of them. i can't have you go numb when i haven't gotten a turn." yura blinks slowly, the piercings on his face strangely itch with the need to do more. touch more. you're soft. so warm..

at the sight of his boss taking initiative, hokuto takes a knee beside you, he practically engulfs you in a hug as he wraps his arms around your waist to replace yura's.

"can I?" he winks at you, pouting ever so slightly. he smirks when you nod, curious about what he plans to do.

he tentatively pecks your cheek. it's a cute notion that brings a burn to your ears, one yura can feel with his cheek pressed up to your face as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. does he also have a thing for smell??

hokuto exhales, his shoulders relaxing as you bring your hand to cup the back of his nape, pulling him closer. his kisses trail from your jaw to your neck, his tongue licking up the clot of blood he creates with his sucking.

"let's see it, then. can you be good for [name]?"

you flush at the shifted attention.

natsuki forces his eyes open to watch the pleasure flicker in your expression when yura's teeth graze your shoulder, a strong temptation to sink his teeth in arises but yura pushes it down, and all natsuki can do is throb painfully, neglected, in your hands.

it's when your touch leaves his body to hold onto yura's wrist when he can't take the sight. natsuki grunts with need and frustration. no. he doesn't like this — "just.. just touch me instead.."

"why?" hokuto wants to snicker at his defeat.

"because.. i want to be the only one touching [name]— not you filthy mutts.. you don't deserve it, not at all!!" his jaw ticks with jealousy, his chest burns harshly. ugh, no! he doesn't want them to touch you.

"well, what is it, natsuki? you don't want anyone to touch you but you don't want anyone to touch [name]? now, that isn't fair for the rest of us." yura's hand slips below your waistband, his fingers teasingly pushing to feel the plush of your thighs. he pinches any fat possible to narrowly avoid touching your groin.

uruha furrows his brows.

he's teasing you! you shouldn't suffer through that!

"yura.." you take on a warning tone.

"i just want to make you feel good too." he explains, blinking innocently.

uruha feels his mouth water at the sight and he subconsciously unbinds natsuki's arms when his hold loosens. he gasps in shock as natsuki takes this opportunity to attack you with kisses where hokuto wasn't (hasn't been) touching, sucking greedily on your chest and moving quickly to lift you up so his nimble fingers can reach to waistband and, with one swift motion, remove your pants.

you settle back on yura's lap.

but uruha was starting to feel left out as his muscles go taut.

they're all touching you — yura, even hokuto — he's been waiting for his turn. patiently, for you... So he seizes his moment when natsuki spreads your legs apart. there's enough space for him to fit in!

uruha, in his cute, flashy clothes, smiles adorably when he's able to slot right between your legs, leveling his mouth to your groin. he bites his already sensitive lip to keep himself from drooling. his breath stutters when a small spasm hits your muscles — hokuto finds a good spot beneath your ear!

on the other hand, natsuki clicks his tongue.

"you're clingy. that'll drive away your lover, natsuki!" uruha argues as if he wouldn't be the same way with you.

"quite the contrary, i would love that-" hokuto defends with a dismissive wave.

"this doesn't involve you."

"doesn't it if i'm already here?"

they start to argue but it's yura who feeds you with tender kisses, his teeth nibbling so lightly on your bottom lip, earring jiggling with a song. the moan that you let out catches their attention.

yura chuckles at their clear eagerness and removes his own hand from your thighs —

"what do you want us to do now?" yura questions your authority. he seems to get a rise out of doing it. like it amuses him. "don't let this throw your plans away. what did you have in mind?"

"...go on, yoji." you direct your attention to the man between your legs. he jumps, excited at the possibility of serving you — "you can have a treat."

it's what good boys get.

uruha suck in a breath from his teeth. his heart pounds wildly. oh, he's so excited. his mind goes blank, a pool of spit accumulated in his mouth– he doesn't even think when his drooling tongue meets your crotch.

the extra slimy wetness of the muscle has a moan tumbling out of your mouth. the sound had uruha whining into a face full of you and the muffled vibrations only intensified the pleasure.

"just like that, yoji. that feels perfect," you praise and buck your hips into his mouth. uruha lets his mouth fall open for you to access more. he'll let you stomp all over him if it means he can serve you properly. "fuu.. hah- good boyy.."

yura squirms impatiently but he smiles tightly to contain his need. he shares a glance with hokuto who gently grabs your chin to meet you in an endearing kiss.

natsuki throbs at the sight and he covers his mouth. he's gonna vomit. why is he so turned on right now? this isn't right. this isn't right!!

his lover is kissing back the enemy with just as much need as his pheromones release. if hokuto were a dog, he'd be pawing at you with happiness. that smug idiot!

he bites his inner cheek to stop himself from keening at the lack of attention.

"don't look so jealous." yura speaks to him, amused when natsuki snaps his gaze to him. "we're only here to serve."

the feeling of vi's thighs wrapping around your head were enough to drive you mad

she was perched on your face, rubbing her pussy across your lips, nose and chin, desperately chasing her release

you couldn't ignore her inventive language above you as she ground her clit perfectly into your mouth

"fuck! right there, right there- ohmygod" her words were mixed with loud moans and other incredibly lewd sounds

being gentle was the last thing on her mind as she leaned down and grasped your tits, harshly flicking your nipples

vi's mind was foggy as she leaned down and started pulling down your pajama shorts, the only thing keeping her from tasting you

"want this pussy so bad" she whispered, and you could feel the reaction vi's whining had on you

she wasted no time immediately sucking your clit into her mouth, her hair tickling your inner thigh as you drove your hips up into her

you busied yourself with her pussy, messily dragging your mouth up and down, switching between stuffing her with your tounge and abusing her clit

her tounge swirling around your clit caused a particularly loud moan to escape you, which vibrated right against vi's pussy

the way vi tasted, along with the way her mouth felt was enough to get you embarrassingly close to your own release

you swore she was trying to kill you when she started dirty talking against your cunt, the words muffled against your slick

"that's it, suck my clit" vi practically moaned out, pushing her hips back into your face

her words were enough to push you over the edge, and you felt the band in your stomach snap as vi rode you through your orgasm

hers was shortly after, and you reveled in the way she came undone over you while you worked your tounge on her overstimulated pussy

before long, vi was lifting herself off you and flopping down, peppering kisses on your arms and hands

she turned to you, a glint in her eye and asked "want to ride my face next time, princess?"

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guys real talk who's receiving during face riding im confused

This is quite a long one Peter smiled when you cuddled into him. He couldn’t deny how nice this felt though. This was what he wanted, just to lay with you and cuddle you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him.

You look up at Peter who is still wearing his glasses. You softly pull them off of him as you look at them.

“How blind are you without these?”

Peter let out a small chuckle as you took his glasses. He watched you look at them which he thought was kinda cute.

“I can see fine, I only need them for reading.”

He says as he takes the glasses and sets them on your bedside table.

“Mmmh…

Nerd…”

You tease as you cuddle back up to him. Obviously he wasn’t a nerd because he wore glasses, you just liked to tease him about it.

Peter chuckled and rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a proud smile on his face. He was used to people calling him a nerd, but he knew you were joking.

“Shut it…”

“Hey I’m just speaking the truth…”

You say as you give his ribs a small jab.

Peter let out a small chuckle and squirm as you jabbed his ribs.

“Hey…”

Secretly he loved the way you teased him and how it was so affectionate and playful.

You lift your head up as you notice his reaction and smile.

“What was that?”

Peter chuckled nervously, realizing that you saw his reaction to you, he didn’t want to admit that he liked that you teased him. He knew you’d tease him even more if you found out. He tried to think of a response.

“A-uh…nothing…”

“What are you ticklish?”

Peter’s eyes widened slightly as you accused him of being ticklish. This was bad, your teasing was only going to get even worse if you found out he was ticklish.

“W-what? No…no I’m not ticklish.”

He tried to convince you.

You narrow your eyes at that and stifle a snicker.

“Mmhm…”

You start poking at his side whilst the two of you stay cuddled.

Peter tried to hold in his laughter, but your prodding was getting to him. He started to laugh a little as you poked his side.

“H-hey…stop…don’t do that…”

He said, although he was fighting back a full-on laugh. The fact that you now knew he was ticklish was bad.

“Ah so you lied?”

You tease as you sit up and continue poking around his ribs and waist.

Peter couldn’t help but laugh as you continued to poke at his ribs and waist. It was a lost cause, you already knew he was ticklish and there was nothing he could do about it. Each jab at his ribs and waist sent him into another fit of laughter.

“S-stop it…oh my god….”

“Yeah you definitely lied, I’m hurt you lied to me.”

You continue to tease as you continue to tickle him, avoiding his squirms and hits, knowing that each tease seems to make it worse for him

Peter tried his best to get you to stop, but it was hopeless. He was squirming and writhing under you, trying to stop the poking and laughter at the same time, but he was a goner. He couldn’t escape your teasing and tickling.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I lied!! Please stop…”

He said in between laughs. Oh god, you now knew his most vulnerable weak spot, his ticklish side.

You let out a laugh at this and stop tickling him at last.

Peter could finally breathe for a second as you stopped tickling him.

“Oh my god…I hate you…”

He said lightheartedly, his cheeks red from laughing, a smile still on his face.

“You’re such a big baby.”

Peter gave you another glare, pretending to be annoyed, but in reality, he was secretly enjoying how playful and affectionate you were with him. He was also secretly loving the way you were teasing him, but, he’d never admit that out loud.

“Shush, you’re a cruel woman.”

“You just can’t take a simple tickle.”

You say smugly as you lay back down and cuddle back into his arms.

Peter rolled his eyes playfully, a small pout on his face. He still hadn’t gotten over the fact that you now knew one of his weaknesses.

“Yeah right, like you could take it any better than me…”

“Well unlike you I’m not ticklish.”

Peter’s eyes widened when you stated that you weren’t ticklish. This was good…very good. It gave him the perfect opportunity to get back at you for embarrassing him.

“Really?”

He said, having a mischievous tone to his voice.

“Mmhm!”

That was a lie…you knew it, Peter knew it…it was known, you were a terrible liar.

Peter’s smirk grew as you confirmed that you weren’t ticklish. His brain went into scheming mode…he knew exactly what he had to do.

“So…if I were to do this…”

He reached forward and quickly went for your sides.

You let out a squeal and immediately jolt away off the bed and stand away, having a very extreme reaction that definitely catches Peters attention.

Peter’s jaw dropped slightly as you squeal and jolt away off the bed when he went for your sides. He was not expecting to get such a reaction out of you. He was expecting a small laugh or something, not outright squealing. He was speechless and slightly shocked for a few seconds, but when he came to his senses, he had a smug and proud smile on his face.

“You said you weren’t ticklish…?”

“I’m not.”

You say as you stay standing away from him and away from the bed.

Peter let out a small snort at your response. You were so obviously in denial, he couldn’t believe that you were trying to deny the obvious.

“Right…so that reaction was for what exactly..?”

He said with a smug tone, knowing that he can now tease you just like you teased him.

“You’re imagining things…I did nothing…”

Peter tried not to laugh at your excuse, but he couldn’t hold it in. He gave you a look as if to say ‘seriously?’. He was enjoying teasing you.

“Right…”

“I’m just being truthful, maybe you’re seeing things…”

Peter rolled his eyes, but in reality, he thought it was pretty cute how you were so desperately trying to deny the fact that you were ticklish. It was even more cute how you attempted to turn it around on him by lecturing him about making fun of disabilities.

“Right, so you don’t mind if I do it again?”

He said, having a smirk as he slowly raised his hands.

“There’s no point…you’re just being delusional…”

Peter raised an eyebrow, still suspicious that it was a lie about having ‘tourette’s’. He couldn’t let this go so easily. He had to test it out and see your reaction to tickling again.

“Oh yeah? Alright then…guess I should test it out again, just to be sure…”

He said with a sly smirk as he slowly got off of the bed and started to come closer towards you.

“NO! I mean- no…you don’t have to do that…”

You say as you immediately back away more, even though there isn’t really anywhere to go…

Peter tried his hardest not to chuckle at your reaction. You were clearly in complete denial that you were ticklish, this only made him want to tickle you even more. He slowly continued to stalk closer to you as you backed away until you were pressed up against the wall.

“Why not…it’s just to check if I’m seeing things…right?”

He said, a smug smile on his face as he came closer and was now standing in front of you.

You look up at Peter with a pleading eye and nervous smile as you’re now against with wall.

“Peter?”

Peter smirked at your pleading and nervous look. He could tell you were scared but didn’t want to accept the fact that you were ticklish. He stopped so he was standing right in front of you, just an arm’s length away from you. He slowly raised his hands to your sides again.

“Yes?”

You let out a shriek at just the sight of his hands rising as you quickly shove them away and recoil yourself into the corner of the wall.

Peter chuckled at your little shriek. He found it so cute how you were so in denial about being ticklish. He also thought it was cute how you shrieked and recoiled yourself away from him. It was like your body knew it was going to be tickled and you wanted to avoid it.

“Oh come on, it’s just a little test…nothing to be scared of…”

He said, slowly lifting his hands up to your sides again, but instead he quickly pulls you over and into a tight one sided hug.

“Ah here we go.”

“NOOO! Peter nohohoho!”

You say through your giggling, even without having actually being tickled yet.

Peter tightened his grip around you as you protest. He couldn’t hold his laughter in as you went full on into your denial. Even when he squeezed your sides a bit he could tell you were struggling to remain calm.

“Are you sure you’re not ticklish? I mean you’re kind of freaking out right now…”

He said teasing you and slightly digging his fingers into your sides.

You let out a loud squeal as your knees immediately buck whilst you stay latched in Peter’s arms.

Peter laughed louder, having a tighter grip on you as you began to buck under his grasp. You were so obviously ticklish and a terrible liar.

He starts digging his fingers in deeper as he starts properly tickling you now.

As soon as the proper tickles start you immediately start giggling even more.

Peter smiles widely as you let out a string of giggles as he properly tickled you.

“Oh what’s this? Are those giggles I hear? No it can’t be! That would mean you would have to be ticklish!?”

“Sssshuhuhuhut up!”

You say, clearly flustered through your fits of giggles.

It was clear that earlier when you were tickling Peter that you were tough with the teasing. But now quite hypocritical as it’s clear you cannot whatsoever handle being tickled or even being teased.

Peter chuckled as you told him to shut up while still giggling. It was honestly endearing seeing your feisty and tough side get turned into a giggling mess.

“Hmm, you were so confident before when you were tickling ME…now look who’s all giggly now, hm?”

He said while continuing to dig his fingers deeper into your sides, causing a string of giggle and squirms as you failed to escape his grip.

“I’m sorry!”

You say incoherently through your giggling, sounding like an absolute child.

Peter chuckled more at your incoherent apologies. You clearly were fighting with everything you could to hold in your giggles. He loved seeing your tough, feisty and sarcastic nature being turned into a giggling, squirming mess right before his eyes.

“Aww you’re sorry?”

He teases as he gives you no mercy in his grip, digging his fingers into your sides even more and causing an endless string of giggles from you.

More giggles pour out of your mouth as you squirm in his grasp, letting out a little snort in the process of the giggling.

Peter couldn’t help but smile widely at the adorable sounds you were making while being tickled. He especially loved the little snort as you tried to speak through all your giggles. It was such a drastic difference from you being snarky and feisty, but he secretly found it sweet and endearing. He continued to tickle your sides, now focusing more towards your ribs.

“OKAHAHAHAY!”

Another snort comes out.

“Okay okay okahahahay! Mercy! Tap out! Just nohohohoho more!”

Peter smirked as you begin to beg for mercy. He could tell that you were completely breaking down and were begging for an escape from his tickling. He continued for another few seconds just to see how badly you’d start begging before stopping. He loosened his grip and retracted his hands from your sides.

“Alright fineee, I’ll take pity on you and stop.”

You let out a long giggly breath and slump against him whilst we stand.

“You’re cruel.”

Peter chuckled at your comment as you leaned against him.

“You were pretty cruel to me when you were the one tickling me, you know that, right?”

He said, having a slight smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yes but this was worse…

You made me snort…”

Peter laughs more at the mention of you having snorted while being tickled. It was honestly really adorable to him.

“And I’d happily do it again…”

“Mmh, whatever ‘Spider-Boy’…”

You mumble as you pull away from the hug and walk back over to the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

Peter rolled his eyes as you called him ‘Spider-Boy’ again. He definitely didn’t enjoy the fact that you’d given him this new nickname.

“Only if you promise not to call me ‘Spider-Boy’ in the future.”

He says as he climbs into the bed with you and pulls you in to cuddle.

“Can’t promise that…

I’m picking the movie.”

Peter knew that it was basically hopeless to get you to stop calling him ‘Spider-Boy’ but he still didn’t like it. He let out an exaggerated sigh before replying.

Lee:

This man is a cackler and giggler anytime he is tickled

Growing up with Dean, he’s gotten pretty good at defending himself against being tickled, but as soon as you get one spot he’s done

Will definitely give you puppy dog eyes to convince you not to do it

He’s a fighter, he’ll squirm and try to pry your arms away as he curls in on himself

Thats where his long limbs come in handy for him

Sam’s ribs and armpits would be his most sensitive spots

Ler:

Sam can be pretty ruthless as a Ler when needed

He’s figured out the signs of when you want him to tickle you, like when you provoke him with sass, stubbornness or trying to tickle him first

Type of person to use more rougher tickles like poking and squeezing

He loves making you laugh so he always admires your laughter when he tickles you

Definitely more comfortable being the Ler but still allows you to be the Ler at times

He’s a teaser, saying things like; “You brought this upon yourself.” Or “What was that? I can’t quite hear you past your giggling.”

Dean:

Lee:

He will never admit that he’s ticklish no matter how much you prove it

His laugh can differ, it could be a hearty laugh or a squeaky laugh or if he’s holding back, only a chuckle

Will give you a certain look of warning when you try to tickle him

Like Sam, he’s a fighter and will do everything to get away

Although he secretly likes it but he will never admit that

His most ticklish spots would be his hips and waist

Ler:

Much more likely to be the Ler as he is an older brother after all, meaning he’s a very skilled tickler

Dean has the serious surface when in reality he would be getting butterflies at the sound of your laughter and can’t help but crack a smile

He would definitely tease you if you’re ‘air ticklish’

“I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Oooo what’s this?”

He can work with both soft and rough tickles, depending on the situation

Big fan of soft soothing tickles during cuddling

Castiel:

Lee:

He would be confused at the sensation at first but after a bit he will actually start to enjoy it

His laughs are usually more quiet, like little chuckles or giggles

After the first time you tickled him he would ask you to do it again because he ‘Likes The Human Experience’

Castiel twitches and squirms a little bit but tries to remain as still as he can

His most ticklish spots are his waist and neck

Ler:

Castiel likes tickling just as much as being tickled because he likes to understand human reactions like that

He’ll be soft with the tickles, smiling at you whilst stopping to make sure you’re okay

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Is it okay with you if I continue?”

Uses tickles as a way to cheer you up if you’re sad or upset

He wouldn’t tease you out of risk of embarrassing you, but also because he doesn’t know how

Crowley:

Lee:

Don’t tickle him…just don’t even try

He wouldn’t actually be ticklish but he would threaten to murder you if you tried

Would give you a death stare

“Do that again and I’ll pluck your eyes out and use them in my cocktail.”

Ler:

I feel like he wouldn’t try to tickle you often, but with the soft spot he has for you he can’t help but find it endearing

Uses it as a form of punishment

“Learn your lesson?”

Only uses rough tickles to make his point

Secretly Crowley can be affectionate with you and may give soft tickles during a cuddle

Gabriel:

Lee:

He’s a playful guy so I feel like he’d enjoy being tickled but wouldn’t admit it

Wheezes or laughs whenever he’s tickled

He’ll threaten to tickle you if you try to tickle him

He would probably provoke you with his smartass comments to tickle him

I feel like he’d probably need to be pinned down, which I think he’d like anyway

Gabriel has very ticklish ribs and knees

Ler:

Gabriel is known for loving jokes and pranks so expect to be tickled a lot

Will use mockery and baby talk to tease you

“Aw what’s this? Is that another spot?”

“Someone’s sensitive.”

He would be a smiling/smirking idiot when he hears your laughter

Likes to use both soft and rough tickles as well as tickle hugs, surprise tickle attacks and wake up tickles