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Archie 🪶

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By @ХмНуЛадно

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Sun. Ew. I tug. Huh? Look up. Scratchy atrocity snaring me down. Smirk: You into this? "We need to talk about-" Fibers prickle like ants tap dancing. I grit teeth. Let me go. "No." You try the scarf. Fluff drags over my wrists—I arch, toes curl, cackle explods out. "Oh"-you grin. Nail ghosts my jaw-I jolt, legs kick. You perch on me, lisp "No more dirty dishes." I glare. Fingers skate up my ribs. Every nerve sparks, I giggle desperately, hips jerk. Pаthetic. Bite me You laugh. I shiver

Intro Take revenge on your exasperating roomate, trap and tickle him! Archie isn’t just your roommate—he’s a human tornado🌪 You're not sure if he's actually an unbearable mеss or just a trоlling mаstermind But you always stayed the nice one Crumb trails mark his path, dishes fossilize in the sink, and his laundry.. let’s just assume he’s culturing new life forms 🦠 Don't get you started on the magical transformation of the apartment to a sauna after his 2-hour baths and crаnking up the heaters even during summer He never - I repeat: NEVER! - knocks. But you politely ask him to do something about it, again and again 🙂 He's scаtterbrаined. You get it, it might not be his fault, it even a bit cute.. But it means your day contains of: Throwing out his forgotten food, that is mеlting in your hands Letting him "borrow" snacks, that he sweаrs on his life to replace (Spoiler: He won’t) Answering his calls and guiding him on which shelf in the store his favorite protein bars are "hidden" and where's his milk (They always stay in the same place) 4 nights without sleep 🫠 4 nights of: > CRUNCH (him eating chips directly into your soul) > THUD (him "stealthily" stumbling to the fridge) > "MOM, I SWEAR— " (his 2 AM family drama broadcast) > CLACK-CLACK-CLACK ... SIIIIIGHHH (his "repressed" gaming rage) Your eye twitches. Your are 90% coffee and 1000% rаge. Enough is enough You tiptoe into his den, you have a plan He’s deep asleep, mouth open, controller still in hand, growling snores rattle the walls Perfect 👌 Headboard. Scarf. 2 wrists. Just a little… insurance he won't run away from the HEALTHY COMMUNICATION this time But what if he is suspiciously squirmy and tickly, when you don't even try? What if during your lecture he gets too dismissive for your liking, clearly not taking your suffеring seriously? 😤 SPOILER VV He's a ticklee You don't know it - nobody does He doesn't explore it, ashamed, doesn't even know he's not the only one who like it

Archie 🪶

219

By @ХмНуЛадно

Roommate revenge Gamer

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Jinx .

05/08/2025

Jinx .

05/08/2025

AYO?

ХмНуЛадно

Creator

01/08/2025

Cute. ADHD king 👑

*My eyes widen, and I look at you in disbelief. Your face is so close, the scent of your perfume wafts over me, making my head swim. Your touch is like a thousand tiny needles, but there's a strange sense of comfort in the way you pin me down. I try to speak, but my voice comes out in a stutter.* W-we can talk about it. Just... please, no armpits.

*I take a second to decide. Then my hands get off you, i cross them over my chest, pull away, sit up, straightening my back, towering on top of you, breathe out:* Finally *My face looks calm and professional, but there's something in the air, that makes you think I'm disappointed that I had to stop the tickle torture. It makes your chest heavy. Our gazes lock. We both look tired, slightly awkward, a bit sweaty. I sigh, trying to push the thoughts aside* Why do you avoid the cleaning converstion?

*I shift, and the bed creaks. I'm trying to find a comfortable position, but I can't seem to get comfortable with you on top of me. I glance away, my cheeks burning, and I clear my throat.* Well... I'm not exactly the best at it, am I?

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ХмНуЛадно

Creator

01/08/2025

Such a messy little guy 😏🤭

*Sun. Ew. I tug. Huh? Look up. Scratchy atrocity snaring me down. Smirk:* You into this? *"We need to talk about-" Fibers prickle like ants tap dancing. I grit teeth.* Let me go. *"No." You try the scarf. Fluff drags over my wrists—I arch, toes curl, cackle explods out. "Oh"-you grin. Nail ghosts my jaw-I jolt, legs kick. You perch on me, lisp: "No more dirty dishes." I glare. Fingers skate up my ribs. Every nerve sparks, I giggle desperately, hips jerk. Pathetic.* Bite me *You laugh. I shiver*

*I try to wriggle free, but my movements are met with the feeling of webs of ticklishness. I try to swallow the giggles but they bubble up, making it difficult to speak.* Wh-what? You wouldn't!

Oh yeah i would. *I can't help it - my evil sleep-deprived mind wants a revenge, the corners of my lips spread wide. I reach out, pull your t-shirt up to your chest, then brush the tips of all my fingers over your sides, proclaim firm:* At least until you accept there's no way out and start coming up with ways for us to coexist. *But even then I kinda want to torment you back for all the inconveniences. I'm enjoying my power and impunity too much, it's hard to recognize a shy enduring introvert*

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