#but. wait no. hm. agh. why no wait hold on

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i flap-a the hand and shake-a the head and fuck-i-am-supposed-to be-working-on-my-essay-that-i-did-not-hand-in-and-promised-to-have-for-wednesday-and-i-don't-want-to-do it-so-instead-i-procrastinate-a on the tumblr as always

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys being called pretty──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA + fem!reader

Established ! Relationships

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

“Hey pretty boy!” “Erm no. I prefer…handsome” “speak up!” “I said I prefer to be called handsome.” He grumbles “Well pretty Boy rolls off the tongue better so I’m sticking to it. Now get to class, pretty boy~” “but- I..- fine…thanks for the compliment…” he walks away mopey but flustered by the compliment. Later he says how he doesn’t mind you calling him that, but he’s stubborn so he mumbles while explaining that he doesn’t mind

KATSUKI~

“How’s your day pretty boy?” You sneak up in hun so he didn’t realize it was you “WHO SAID THAT? IM GUNNA K- oh” he turns around to see you with an unimpressed look “sorry…was that you who called me that?” “Uh yeah…?” “Hm. Whatever, I GUESS it’s fine.” Later he asks you to call him pretty again while cuddling after school but shhh don’t tell anyone-

SHOTO~

“Hey babe!” He was currently sitting in the lunch room alone waiting for you “hi y/n…” “youre looking very pretty today~ you almost sparkle” you joke “I sparkle? Is there glitter on me?” “No…it’s a joke. But you do look pretty!” “Oh…thank you love…” he whispers that last part since he’s somewhat caught off guard, he never really thought someone would call him attractive let alone pretty

TENYA~

Rarely do you see him without glasses so when he took them off to clean them you had to say something. “You’re really pretty…” “hm?” “You. You’re really pretty” his jaw drops along with his glasses. He picks them up and puts them back on before turning away from you to calm down “why would y/n say that, is it just because I’m her boyfriend or is it genuine?” He whispered “I can hear you pretty boy!” “AGH!”

EIJIROU~

“You’re kinda pretty…” You say holding your cheek “what?” “You’re kinda pretty.” “What no really…?” “Yeah really~” “ah jeez…thanks y/n…” it really made him feel better, like REALLY he wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the week. Through out the day you could hear him say “do it again!” “Please!!!” “Just call me pretty one more time?” But not in front of anyone! He can’t be caught being soft even though it’s obvious

DENKI~

“How was class pretty boy?” He just sits there with a dumb look at he thinks for a second “what?!” “How was your class?” “NO! The other thing.” “Pretty boy?” “Huehehehe yeah” he sits there biting his lip looking dumb “ok I’m never calling you that again.” “NO that’s NOT fair!” “Then stop being stupid.”

SERO~

“Aw Man cant You Call me anything else? Maybe dashing or something?” “Aw whyy? You don’t like being called pretty?” “Well…not in front of everyone, no.” He whispers “but I guess it’s ok…please call me that in private later…” “don’t worry I will!”

TOKOYAMI~

“You’re honestly kinda pretty…never really thought about it but you’re really majestic” he blinks a few times before responding “I literally have a bird head how is that pretty?” “Birds are really pretty…don’t you think?” You say softly “Uhm…yes some bird are very beautiful” you flash a smile “exactly” he closes his eyes and crosses his arms, once you look away he smiles

AOYAMA~

Dude he loves it?! “Hey pretty boy” “well I am quiet pretty aren’t I?” He winks “just take the compliment.” He pouts “fine…just say it again” “ugh…you’re very pretty..and sparkly” “you are the love of my life~!” He says with actual tears in his eyes

OJIRO~

“Why pretty?” “Why not?” “i guess you have a point” you nod, he starts to fiddle with his tail before speaking “you really think I’m attractive? Let alone pretty?” You scoff “hell yeah!” “Wow…thanks!” He hugs his tail with a dumb smile

SATO~

“You look reallyyy pretty when you’re focused on baking!” He looks away from the counter and over to you “what?” “You look pretty Sato!” He inhaled and gives you a wiggly smile “thanks y/n! I’ll make you some cookies too…” he says almost shyly

SHOJI~

He was changing his mask infront of you and you decided to speak up “you know all those scars look really pretty on you” “…w-what?” “You look pretty! With and without your mask” “uhm well..I uh- you know…thank you.” He lets his head fall in embarrassment, but also feeling confident after what you said. “Even prettier when you blush” “STOP”

KOJI~

“Hey pretty boy!” “*squeals*” end of story.

Jk; “hey pretty boy!” He looks over at you, before covering his face with his hands, letting out a whiny “stop,stop,stop…” “haha! I’m just trying to compliment you! You deserve it?” “*squealing noises* stop…” “why?” “He peaks his eye out of his hands “because…I can’t handle it…”

Hi….this ain’t proof read😋

[princessbrunette]

omg rafe walking in on bunny holding a gun to groff (like the scene where hollis is shot)

spoilers below !!!! mentions of death n violence too

i like this idea because i think it would result in rafe killing groff, leaving (cough, cough) certain people’s fate on a different path — keeping them alive and well.

rafe would stroll in, only to have his heart plummet to his ass, seeing you shakily holding up a gun, eyes trained on the older man.

“hey, hey hey woah! ‘the hell is goin’ on?” rafes loud and panicked voice fills the room, making you jump which makes everyone flinch. his hands are up in the air like you had the gun aimed at him.

“rafe, so glad you’re here.” groff greets him as calmly as he can, glancing toward him reluctantly as to not take his wide eyes off you. “why don’t you tell this little lady right here to put the gun down huh? we can all just talk.”

rafe licks his lips, stalking closer. “wh—why? what you do huh? why is she — why is my girlfriend holding a gun to your face huh?” he raises his voice a little, watching the tears prick your eyes as you tremble, stiff and unmoving as you stare at groff.

“nothing, nothing just a little misunderstanding!”

the cameron boy turns his attention to you, even bending at the knees a little to level with you. his hands are infront of him now, wild eyes trying to grab your attention.

“hey, look at me alright why don’t you hand that to me? not gonna let anything happen baby just — just lemme have it.”

you trust him, and only him — but the second you take your eyes off groff, extending your arm to hand the pistol to your boyfriend, groff is quick to suddenly knock it out of your hand, sending the room into chaos as he charges at you.

naturally, rafe swings at him and the two begin to tussle, flying into furniture. avoiding the chaos, you crawl in your little white dress — still somewhat conscious of the fact you’re messing up your outfit and reach for the fallen gun once more, only for groff to grab it just in time, aiming it right at you.

groff pulls the trigger, but by some insane stroke of luck — the gun jams, leaving him confused and disorientated for a moment, leaving your boyfriend the perfect opportunity to grab it once more, the gun shooting out a delayed bullet straight into groffs leg.

the older man falls to the floor now, yelling, wincing and clutching his wound.

“agh! son of a bitch!” he curses, curling up and backing away until his back hits the cool marble of the kitchen wall. rafe licks his lips, catching his breath as he stalks toward the man, now fearful and small on the ground. “look i snapped okay, it was a mistake that i wont be making again!”

“yeah, nah… little too late for ‘mistakes’ now, isn’t it?” rafe screws up his face, lifting the gun to aim it at him. “you tried to shoot my girlfriend.” he observes, now eerily calm.

you stand trembling behind him, heart thundering in your chest.

“in my defence, she was going to shoot me first.” groff tries, causing rafe to scoff and cock the gun, causing the man to cower.

“pro’lly within good reason too, bitch.” he takes a few breaths before calling your name, hoarse voice just that tad more gentle. he doesn’t take his eyes off groff as a safety precaution, yet he waits for some kind of response.

“hm?”

“face the wall n’cover your ears, alright?”

“rafey, you’ll go t’jail again and—” you go to whine, emotional but he cuts you off impatiently.

“hey. i’m a killer, alright. s’who i am. just like my dad. wouldn’t have to be that way but — but people keep pushing me so… i got no choice. do as i say, okay? now?”

he waits for the sound of your reluctant scuffling feet, and even through the palms of your hands — the sound of the single bullet piercing the air is deafening.

[howlingday]

OKAY, SO...

Hear me out... Jaune is PipSeras child.

He's got a French name, blond hair, blue eyes, is a lot stronger than he knows at first.

That's kinda all I got.

Toss in weird "Uncle" Alexander and Alucard too.

Everything happened so fast. What was supposed to be just another adventure for Jaune and his friends ended up getting him killed in the end. And not even in a cool, heroic way like a last stand protecting his friends from the Grimm... or Cinder, but he fell when the cliff he'd been standing on gave way and sent him and few Grimm hurtling towards their demise. It was a long drop. Just long enough for him to say.

"I'm coming, Pyrrha."

And then, everything was black. Memories began fading in and out of his mind. His first day at Beacon. His last night with Pyrrha. His childhood spent with his seven sisters. His broken body being lifted out of the dirt by and rubble by a woman with red eyes.

Huh... He didn't recognize her, but she started to fill his mind more and more, even more clearly than his previous memories had. She had short, blonde hair, tied back in a small ponytail, much like his wolf tail in his younger years. She was shorter than him, almost by a foot, maybe, but she carried him like he weighed nothing. She then placed herself into his neck and Jaune felt every part of his being was being drained from him. Like he was dying faster.

His mind blinked and she knelt over him, warmth filling his mouth. He could feel his body begin to shift and change. Then everything went dark again. The memories began fading in and out again, but the ones with the woman weren't as present this time.

Was this death? He'd heard stories of golden gates, a realm of clouds and a reunion with others who passed before he did. Maybe even a reunion with Pyrrha. Yet death now seemed to be, well, just sitting in the dark and thinking about what you've experienced. It was no different from living, was it? Was this why people were urged to live their life to the fullest? Because once you die, you're stuck in the dark thinking about how good you had it when you were alive?

Could he move? Jaune twitched his finger... And he could move! Feeling around, he was on the floor of a cave. An uncomfortable floor, at that. He decided to push himself up, and see what the room of death looked like.

The woman from his memories stood at the other side of the room, a menacing look in her eyes as she glared down the barrel of her rifle.

Jaune decided to lay back down.

"You're awake now," the armed woman said, "so you might as well get up."

"Are you going to shoot me?" Jaune asked.

"That depends on what you're going to do." She made a gesture with her rifle, moving it up swiftly. Jaune stood to his feet, hands in the air. She stepped closer. "No funny business."

"No funny business." Jaune gulped. "Got it."

'Better listen to mother, kid.' A voice said. 'Zat is no "popgun" she's holding.'

"I'm sorry, what?" Jaune looked at the woman after hearing the man's voice. "What did you say?"

"Wait, did you hear him, too?" She asked.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"Hm..." She lowered her weapon, narrowing her brow as she squinted at him. Suddenly, Jaune's hand flew out and squeezed her breast. She shrieked and punched Jaune into the wall. "You pervert!"

Jaune had fought his fair share of Grimm since attending Beacon Academy. Granted, it wasn't as much as Ruby or her team or his team, but he'd say it was his fair share. The hardest thing to ever hit him was that Ursa that was attacking Cardin. This woman's punch made that seem like the bat of a kitten.

"Agh... What the hell..."

"Pip, you asshole!" The woman growled. "You could have done something else!"

'Ah, but it wouldn't 'ave been as funny, mon cher~!'

"Who..." Jaune rose to his feet. "Who is that?"

"His name is Pip, and he's a pervert asshole." The woman grumbled.

"No kidding..." Jaune still felt sore in his jaw, but nothing felt broken. Either his aura was that good or something happened to his body. "And who are you?"

"My name is Seras."

"Nice to meet you, Seras. I'm Jaune." He extended his hand, making her flinch. When she noticed it made no attempt for her chest, she took his hand and shook it. Jaune then noticed that her hand was a writhing mass of black and red tendrils. He flinched, making the woman and the voice his head share a laugh. "What... What are you?"

"I'm a vampire." She said like it was the most normal response ever. "And so are you."

Jaune blinked. "What?"

A scream echoed from the mouth of the cave. He recognized it as Nora's. He ran for the entrance, only to be stopped by Seras, holding her arms out wide.

"Just wait a minute!" Seras shouted. "You need to wait until-"

"I can't wait!" Jaune slipped past her. "My friends are in trouble!"

Rushing headlong down the corridor, Jaune made it to a flight of stairs leading out of the darkness. However, as he looked to the peak of the steps where light slowly sank to the entrance, something deep inside him stopped him from going any further. From behind, Seras called out to him.

Another scream erupted from the fading light and Jaune threw his caution to the wind. Fear be damned, his friends needed him! Rushing up the stairs, he shut his eyes and barreled into the light.

And everything burned. Jaune screamed as his skin felt like it was boiling, and his hair singed. He fell to the ground, roaring in agony as his body felt like it was dying the most horribly gruesome death possible. A loud thunder echoed before a tree fell on top of him.

'Well done, mon cher,' Pip groaned, 'you've managed to crush ze boy before he could burn.'

'Is he dead?' Seras asked without speaking aloud.

'Non. But if he's smart, he won't do zat again.'

A hand slapped the dirt beneath the tree. Jaune pulled himself away from the extending shadow. Rolling her eyes, Seras walked over and pressed her boot to his head. He gave a whimper, still tender from the immolation.

"Oi," she barked, "you can't just run into sunlight like that anymore. I already told you. You're a vampire."

"Then why..." Jaune groaned, "why aren't you..."

"Because unlike you, I'm a real vampire." She removed her boot. "Fledglings like you aren't as tough until you start acting like a vampire."

"How... How do I..." Another scream echoed and Jaune pushed himself up. Seras smacked him into the ground. "AGH!"

"Would you just wait?!" She looked to the sunset. "Just a little longer now..."

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"Are... Are they gone?" Ruby asked, panting.

Jaune's death had a greater impact on herself and her temporary team of Nora and Ren than she'd expected. She'd been through so much in the Fall of Beacon, as the local news called it, and with the mutilation of her sister, the abduction of her partner, and Blake running away, it seemed negativity would be a constant in her life. But at least her team was alive, which gave her hope. The remaining two of JNPR were a different story.

"Maybe." Ren replied quietly, just loud enough for the two girls near him to understand.

The Grimm they were being attacked by wasn't something Beacon had prepared them for. Among Professor Port's many tales, none of them mentioned a Geist-like Grimm who had bladed hands but could not possess objects. It moved fast and silently, striking when their backs were turned. The sunset seemed to act as both a blessing and a curse.

"I'm hungry." Nora gave a small whine.

With the sun setting, light became focused on the trio. The blessing of this was they could see the Grimm ambush from the shadows they cast close by. The curse, however, was that they couldn't attack while facing towards their attackers. It took a few nicks on their shoulders and arms before figuring out this strategy. If Jaune were still here-

"They're coming!" Run turned from the tree, keeping an arm ahead of his brow to block any the sunlight. Using his gun, he managed to veer an attacker off-course. However, this only gave another attacker the chance to charge in from his blind spot.

"Gotcha!" Nora shouted as she fired her grenade launcher into the threat. She fell back, her arm swinging wide from the recoil, making her yelp in pain. The Grimm coming for Ren didn't come out of the smoke-cloud Nora had turned it into.

"Nora!" Ruby ran out and grabbed her teammates, taking them with her deeper into the woods. Ruby weaved around trunks and over branches as the shadows lengthened on night's approach. She stopped just a few seconds later, dropping the two and panting as she tried to catch her breath. Carrying two people was different than carrying one, and carrying one was already more exhausting than using her semblance only on herself. Looking over, Nora was holding her elbow close to her body. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-" Nora tried to move her elbow, but winced in pain. "Nope. No, I'm not."

"Here." Ren pulled some fabric from his bag, then began tying it around Nora's wrist and over her shoulder. "How does that feel?"

"Better." Nora said, looking at Ren with a smile. He gave one in return, and for a time, they seemed to only see each other smiling.

Ruby smiled, too, at their smiling. But her throat suddenly became dry, and she gave a small cough to help clear it. The two partners looked away with blushes on their faces. Way to ruin a beautiful, little moment between best friends, Ruby.

Thinking on best friends, Ruby's mind drifted to Jaune. He was her first friend, fellow team leader, and when he died, she felt so... angry. With herself. Her life since it had now become this horrible, awful thing that was just non-stop pain and suffering. She'd heard it said that pain builds character, but all she was building now was a lump in her stomach. It wasn't healthy, and it only attracted Grimm.

"I'll keep an eye out for any Grimm." She said. "You two get some rest."

They stared at her in horror. No, they were looking past her. Turning slowly, she saw a Grimm unlike the others. And she let out her loudest scream.

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The sun had nearly set, so Seras let Jaune go free. He could still feel a tingle over his body, like a slight warmth you'd get on a summer's day. Thankfully it wasn't enough to consider his life would be in danger. Not this time.

Following the direction of the screams, he found his way to not far where he fell. In fact, he found his weapon with all of Ruby and their team's stuff. However, none of the team was there to greet them. Picking up his sword, he heard the sounds of weapons clashing not far away. Hurrying over, he found Ren peppering now and then from a distance as Nora stayed behind him with her arm in a sling. The reason Ren wasn't unloading everything was because he didn't want to accidentally hit Ruby as she clashed with the Grimm.

It was a tall, imposing creature, almost looking like a cross between a spider and a horse. It spun its bladed arms around to either slice or deflect Ruby's scythe. Jaune was about to hurry over when he noticed something off about the creature. Through the dark shadows of the night, Jaune saw that part of its body split off to spin freely, as if gauging the best way to strike. That time then became now and circled wide and was coming for Nora from behind!

"Huh?" The grenadier of Team JNPR and JNRR looked behind her to see a dark figure with blood-red eyes slowly rising from black dust and white ash. She gasped as she recognized his mop of blond hair. "Jaune!"

As Ren turned to see, it was only for a blink as Jaune jumped past his teammates and charged at the Grimm. Like a hot knife through butter, maybe even better, Jaune tore through the massive Grimm. Detaching from their powdered comrade, the smaller Grimm from before began to split from each other. Before Ruby could twitch to move into action, Jaune had already smashed apart what little Grimm were around.

"Jaune..." Ruby blinked. She swayed a bit. This was almost like a dream. Sure, his eyes were a different color, but they held the same amount of kindness they had before. Maybe this all was a dream and she'd wake up soon? That's what her body thought, so she fell to the ground.

Or, at least, she fell into Jaune's arms as he caught her. She must have been exhausted, fighting to protect her friends by herself, with one injured and the other keeping close to the injured. She'd taken a few hits, too, since she was covered in bruises and cuts. Bloody cuts...

There was a burning desire inside Jaune. Hotter than the sunlight that burned him, yet not as painful. The scent of iron excited him and he licked his lips in anticipation. Ruby's neck was so slender, so vulnerable, and Jaune felt his mouth open as he leaned in to give it a kiss. Just one... little... taste...

WHAM!

Jaune smashed through a tree as a large, monstrous hand held Ruby off the ground. Ren and Nora stood in awe as the blond woman carefully lowered Ruby to the ground. She then stepped a few paces away from Ruby, her large rifle held in front of her. In a blink, Jaune appeared again, this time his face contorted into an inhuman snarl. The woman pointed in a direction and, in what felt like the longest half-second of their lives, Jaune disappeared from view.

She then turned around, giving a salute as she held a sweet smile on her face. "G'd evenin'!" She called. "The name's Seras Victoria and, well, I'm a vampire~!"

[iwaasfairy]

omg atsuko… i miss that little incest demon 🫶😭

GiRL YOU AND ME BOth I missed him so much I miss his stupid smug face and his attitude and his clinginess and I !!! AgHDJFJFJ hang on I wanna give you a little snippet I scrapped from a fic of his ♡♡♡

tw mom x son incest, dubcon, possessiveness

The weight on you is much too heavy. The brief nap is therefore interrupted without an apology when you groan and try to free your arms from under his muscular chest. At your movement he breathes a soft laugh into the top of your hair, and squeezes you into a solid hug. “Hmn, you remember when we used to cuddle like this every afternoon?”

“That was-” you huff, and one of your arms make it out just enough to pet down his curly head of hair and between his shoulders “before you outgrew Tooru. Ahg- Atsuko, you’re too heavy, get off-”

Instead of listening, he chuckles and just turns his face towards you, and hovers that smiley, cursed mouth just a breath away. You could struggle. You could try to get out from under him. But he’s got that glint in his eyes that’s basically daring you to try, so the best you’ve got is to stare him down instead. And your boy just raises a brow, before sliding one hand up your shoulder to hold your throat. “Ohhh, am I? Poor you.”

He leans down to kiss your lips slowly and too deeply, enjoying dragging his tongue along yours as you wiggle, and then sits up halfway to allow you room to sit up. But before you can slide out of the couch, his large hands wind around your waist, and one hand hooking under the elastic of your panties, he turns you around and pulls you right back into his lap— his lips rosy. “C’mere. I haven’t gotten to -hm.” He cuts himself off by grinding his hips up against you, and forcing you to hold steady on his stomach. “-let me see your tits. Please.”

“Ko—,”

He doesn’t wait before sliding his hands under your loose comfy shirt and pulling it up over your head, rubbing himself against you as he moans. “Come on, dad’s not gonna be home for hours, and I’m hard just thinking about it.” He is. The flimsy athletic shorts are doing nothing to hide the feeling of the heat of his center against you, or the twitching of his hard cock as it is rolled along your slit. “Got hard seeing you,” he takes one tit into his mouth for a few seconds, before switching to your mouth to moan, “laying here with no bra, moaning my name-”

“I wasn’t,” you quickly breathe back, trying not to whimper as he takes your other tit and rolls the nipple along his teeth, making you jerk against him.

“You so were, mom.” He lifts you a little to push the damp cotton of your panties aside and instantly starts rubbing two fingers in lazy circles over your clit, and then smiles. His mouth is back on yours and swallowing down an embarrassingly needy moan and you— cant help it, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. “I know you like me most. That’s why you always get so fucking wet.” He pants in between kisses, sliding thick fingers through the mess and opening you up. “Makes that pretty pussy so sloppy and I haven’t even- taken out my cock yet, hm? You want my cock to fill you up?”

That dirty mouth doesn’t stop, not even when he starts kissing down your neck in sloppy, possessive kisses— tracing marks he definitely left on purpose last time too. Your pussy feels so hot and needy, and you don’t fight it when your body longs to chase after the touch to sit down onto his fingers when he slides them into you with a satisfied hum. “Mom.” You left your boy pull back to pull his shirt over broad shoulders too, and ignore the look he gives when you rock yourself down onto his touch with tiny whimpers. “Mom, take out my cock, c’mon. You’re dripping all over my shorts, and I know you want to moan my name.”

“You’re so— agh- f-fuck-” He hoists you up onto your knees to suck a trail of sloppy kisses down your tits, and rubbing impatient but good, such good, motions over your needy clit— before using his free hand to shove his own shorts down his thick thighs. Your pussy clenches when he rests his face against your midriff, and fucks two long fingers into you until you drip down his hand, and the touches grow more teasing.

When he looks up he has that smug smile again though, and long lashes cant hide the amusement at your tense look, biting back moans. “I’ll help you, like the adoring son I am. Here, see?” He takes his cock to brush it along your messy slit, the head glossy and flushed as the thick, heavy length seems to get even more hard by the second. And with his pants halfway down his legs, he looks at you before patting his thigh. “Say ‘thank you, baby’. I can make you say my name when you’re getting fucked— you can’t help yourself, right?”

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Xiao & Reader

Platonic + 41. “No, I’m not ticklish there.” Requested by @eliankrios for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Fishing. Generally speaking it was seen as mostly a quiet and peaceful activity. But not fishing with Aether and friends, nah.

"Heeeheeehee!"

"Don't you daaaare!"

"You're scaring the fish- don't touch me!"

"Oh nooooooo!"

"NOHOHO - n-no tickling-ahahhaah!"

You couldn't hold back the grin as you watched the chaos in and outside the lake. Aether's fishing rod was floating in the water. Sethos and Cyno were going after it and making it a race who would get it first, but ended up in some chaotic splashy battle with each other.

Meanwhile Aether was yelling and laughing for his life as Childe and Venti pinned him down and tickled him to death. You were sure Aether started it with the tickling though.

"They shouldn't have come here if they were going to be noisy."

You looked to your side at Xiao who just said that. The two of you were still at the fishing spot, your legs dangling above the water and fishing rods still in your hands, but with all the noise and the splashing, you were very unlikely to catch anything. You chuckled at his grumpy remark.

"They're just having fun. We're still enjoying ourselves, right? Ah look, they've really got him now," you said, pointing at Childe who was tickling Aether's bare tummy without mercy while Venti held his arms. Aether's loud contagious laughter was all over the place now.

Xiao sighed and shook his head. "He's exaggerating."

Pffft, that made you laugh. "Come on now, that would be you if your tummy was tickled like that!" you exclaimed, enjoying where this conversation might be going if you handled it well.

Xiao gave you a funny judgy side-eye. "No, I'm not ticklish there."

Ha! "Oh really?" You couldn't hide the smug grin as you reached out for him. He didn't even flinch when you reached for this tummy.

"You're not going to stop me?" you asked, pausing when he merely stared at you.

"Like I said, I'm not ticklish there. I don't see why I would stop you."

Oh. Your hand froze right before it reached its destination, and you hesitated for a moment. There was nothing more foolish than tickling someone who wasn't ticklish, right? Hmm... Never mind. You decided to try anyway, and you started to wiggle your fingers against Xiao's tummy.

"AGh," Xiao made a funny sound and bent forward. He caught your hand and glared at you.

"Don't you dare."

"Ooh? I thought you weren't ticklish?"

He was someone like that hm? Lying with a straight face? He was surely covincing, but not enough to stop you!

The struggle between the two of you was only very brief. He tried to run away for sure, but he barely got up before you caught him. Both your fishing rods fell in the water and floated after Aether's.

"Dohohon't!" was Xiao's first cute little cackle as you pinned him down and tickled his tummy.

"I can't believe you lie so easily, Xiao! Who's exaggerating now, huh?" you teased. He wriggled and squirmed but didn't seem too motivated to make a scene like Aether.

"I'm n-nohothing l-like thahat!" he protested through held back giggles. You glanced in Aether's direction again and alright yes, Xiao wasn't as hysterical. He also wasn't attacked by two people at once. But still, he was ticklish and laughing at your mercy. That was a win for sure.

"Heehee, I'm afraid I didn't catch that," you lied, clawing mercilessly all over his tummy and sides. More and louder giggles could be heard gradually as he squirmed and struggled, his arms wrapping around himself yet unable to protect every spot from your wiggling fingers.

"Not ticklish, tssk," you said with disbelief, switching to playful pokes in circles on his tummy. Xiao squealed adorably and arched his back.

"Ahahalright f-fine! I'm tihihicklish!"

"I can see you are ticklish, yes. Oh wait, did you say that, thinking it would stop me? It takes a little more than that," you said smugly. Xiao's lack of wrath was also your savior. If he really hated this, you would probably already be in the water by now.

"Gahahaha!" Xiao shook his head. "I ahaham s-sorry!" Smooth, smooth!

"For what?" you asked. You curiously scanned his torso and decided to test his ribs and underarms as well - which happened to be even more ticklish than his tummy, perhaps.

"WAHh!" Xiao let out a pitchy yelp and was then reduced to silent laughter. Hehe, it tickled that much.

"Well?" you asked, smirking when he was laughing so much he couldn't even answer you.

"F-for lyihihing!" he finally managed to say.

You raised your eyebrows. "I'm glad you admit it." You had never seen your friend Xiao laugh this much, so surely you couldn't help it and continued for a liiittle longer.

Then when you finally stopped, you held out your hand. "Apology accepted," you said with a smile. Xiao rolled his eyes tiredly and shook your hand sheepishly.

"Good," he said, breathing heavily as he recovered from the tickle attack.

"What do you say, should we go help our dearest Traveler?" you said, surprised to see and hear they were still caught up in the same tickle fest over there. Xiao frowned.

"Now why would I..." He stared at your smug face for a moment, and then sighed.

"Fine, I'll help."

Great! No one caught any fish that day, but there sure as hell was a lot of fun and laughter, and that was the whole point of your get-together, even ticklish little Xiao couldn't deny that!

[salty-croissants]

Rayman/Ramon x reader : suggestive scenarios 👀 ❤️

Thank you @theunalivegodd for the request !

Don’t worry , as long as it’s not fully nsfw I’m fine with occasionally writing suggestive stuff :)👍

Thank you for asking about it first though , I appreciate it ❣️

Not gonna lie though , I was a bit nervous about posting this one … hope I got everything right ;_;

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

presence of suggestive elements 

Rayman 🧡

You released a sigh , staring at the ceiling of the bedroom while trying to keep your eyes open : 

Rayman told you that he was going to be late tonight for an important interview that he absolutely couldn’t avoid ( Board of Directors orders , as per usual ) , but you were still determined to wait for him , even though you were quite tired yourself .

< Come on … just a little longer … he’s gonna be here soon … > 

Your efforts were admirable , but eventually after a few minutes your head fell back on the pillow and you ended up falling asleep .

…

You weren’t even sure how long it had been , but at some point you woke to the familiar sensation of someone leaving a trail of kisses on your back , and a smile illuminated your face … 

< Hmm … welcome back , Ray … ~ > 

When you slowly turned around to look at your boyfriend , you couldn’t help but notice the sheer exhaustion on his face … however , judging by the spark in his eyes he was definitely very , very happy to see you after all those hours of work and stress .

< Thanks love … I missed you ~ > 

Rayman’s hands travelled across your body , the feeling of his touch on your skin giving you butterflies .

Clearly both of you had been looking forward to this moment , and as you stared at each other it wasn’t difficult to tell where this was all leading up to …

< You look tired , hun … > 

You heard him hum when you tenderly kissed his nose , something that you knew he always enjoyed a lot .

< Yeah … well , doesn’t matter now : I’m with you . > 

Before you could even realize it , Rayman had positioned himself on top of you , smiling smugly in front of your surprised expression …

< Now then , y/n … why don’t I just show you just how much I missed you and your beautiful face , hm ? ~ > 

You chuckled in response , your heartbeat speeding up in anticipation as he got closer …

< Go ahead Ray … I’m all yours ~ > 

That answer was exactly what he needed to hear .

You bit your lip , barely managing to be quiet when he begun kissing his way down your neck …

It surely seemed like that night was going to turn out differently than what you expected , and you definitely weren’t disappointed about it . 

Ramon 🖤 

< Hiss - > 

< Hold on Ram - that one looks painful … gimme a second . >

Ramon stared at you , his eyes following your movements while you used the bandages you had left to patch him up …

He felt slightly lightheaded now that the adrenaline of the fight was slowly fading away , and the realization that those Eden guards you just defeated could’ve easily killed the both of you if luck wasn’t on your side made him feel sick . 

< Listen … I know you were trying to protect me back there , but almost getting killed because of it isn’t something I can allow you to do . > 

You heard him sigh in response …

< y/n , I’m fine , this - agh — 

This is nothing … > 

Your boyfriend couldn’t bare to look up at you when he felt your gaze on him … 

He knew you were upset , rightfully so . 

< Sweetie , are you seriously saying that while bleeding all over the living room ? > 

No answer …

< Ramon . I mean it . 

Do you have any idea what would happen if I lost you ? 

You’re literally all I have left , without you I’d … I … > 

You took a deep breath , trying to calm yourself down despite the slight shakiness in your voice . 

< I don’t know if I’d even have a reason to go on , do you understand … ? > 

There was a moment of silence after that , and you could feel Ramon’s eyes on you …

Suddenly , his hands grabbed you and brought you closer to him , a muffled gasp leaving you when his lips met yours .  

< R - Ram — > 

When you felt his tongue slip in your mouth , you could barely even think straight anymore … 

That series of rough kisses kept on going for quite a while , you now laying down on the couch with Ramon on top of you , until eventually you both pulled up to catch your breath .

You stared at him in awe , and he couldn’t help but smile while caressing your cheek with one hand . 

< Heh … you weren’t expecting that , were you darling … ? > 

< I … no , but it wasn’t unwelcome … >

Your expression softened when your hand lightly touched his bandaged waist …

< Are … are you sure you don’t wanna take some time to recover before doing this , my love ? 

I wouldn’t want you to get more hurt , and - mm — ! ~ > 

Your sentence met an abrupt end when Ramon decided to lower his head and leave a  small bite on your neck .

< … you worry too much , y/n . > 

There was a clear hint of desire in his voice now , and as he gently lifted your chin to look into your eyes you could see that he really did just want to make it up to you for being so wreckless that afternoon …

< Now , please just lay back and relax , okay ? 

You need to be rewarded properly after all you’ve been through … ~ > 

By the looks of it neither of you was going to be leaving that comfortable spot anytime soon … 

Not like that thought could even cross your minds at that point . 

[luvsuperboard]

comfort meal

pairing: bf minho x f.reader

contains: fluff, comfort, mentions of food.

note: feeling soft lately and the thought of minho cooking your fav meal to make you feel better after a bad day it’s just agh <333 :(

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getting home and sinking in your bed was the only thought invading your mind as the day went through, a bad day, the worst even. you opened the door and you could already feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you smelled your home’s scent, it was cozy, warm. it was home.

you kicked your heels off and messily unbuttoned your shirt as you walked to the bedroom. there he was, who you proudly call your ‘cute reason to live’. alright is kinda corny but c’mon man. his cat-like features fixated on his phone, which he put down the moment you walked through the door.

he was laying on his back when you came in, giving you the sweetest smile–the one that quickly faded when his eyes met yours. “hey, hey my love…” he stood up and pulled you into a tight hug, his hands finding their way to your hair and these softly stroking it as you melted under his touch “why are you- y/n?” as soon as he heard you sniff he understood.

“wanna talk about it?” he whispered still holding you close, you looked up at him, you swore you could clearly see your reflection in his deep brown eyes. “i just had such a bad day min..” your lips quivering as you let the words out.

“my sweet girl… you’ve worked so hard” he kissed the top of your head, yea he meant that. “let me take care of you today? don’t stress and go put on some comfy clothes, i’ll cook your favorite, hm?” you just nodded and his silhouette faded into the hallway that led to the kitchen.

“y/n, baby, dinners ready!” a soft voice was slowly getting you out your sleep. sometimes what you needed was just to rest like minho said; let go of your worries for a moment and drift to tranquility.

“c’mon, don’t make pull you out of bed” he said and pinched one of your cheeks, earning a giggle from you. you both walked to the kitchen, where a plate full of one of your favorite dishes was waiting for you. it was simple, homemade and just perfect.

you thanked him with a tiny smile before siting down “eat, my love. don’t like you going to bed with an empty stomach” he caressed your back when you started eating, feeling proud at the way your eyes had lit up when you saw what he prepared.

god you loved this. you loved that he loved this.

one of his favorite things was making and experimenting with new recipes for you to try. he loved how your cheeks would look all puffy while being stuffed with his food, how much you would praise his cooking skills, and above all when you would be by his side as he cooked, either helping him or telling him about your day.

you couldn’t help it but start to tear up again, you felt so loved and comforted. “awh, what’s wrong, my baby?” minho cradled your face with both of his hands, making you look up at him from your plate.

“is it bad that i’m crying because your food is amazing?” you sounded so vulnerable, he felt his heart was going to jump out his chest, his ears now red from the compliment. he didn’t know how to reply, even though he’d feel bad seeing you cry, he liked you enjoyed it that much.

he wiped your tears with his thumbs, smiling fondly “well, i’m glad you like your personal five-star chef’s food,” he successfully made you laugh “and you can cry all you want, i don’t want you bottling up what you feel, alright?”

as the night continued, you both ended up curled up in bed, minho wrapped both of you in a bunch of warm blankets, whispering variety of sweet things to your ear as you slowly fell asleep on his arms.

you weren’t a cat person, but you were definitely keeping this caring and gentle kitty.

[wonfilms]

incl : l.hs x gn! reader

warnings : tears, a little bit of angst but a happy ending, communication issues.

a/n : i’m in love w/ one lee heeseung and goodnight.

w.c : 0.8k

Waking up next to Heeseung was something you’d learned to treasure, with his busy schedule and your work it was hard to get some time to just enjoy his presence. You’d even started waking up a little earlier just so you could spend a few moments in the soft silence of the morning before life became hectic again. 

The sunlight pouring in through the window made your boyfriend look almost angelic, hair tousled framing his pillow case, long eyelashes rested oh, so prettily against his cheeks. Soft snores escaped the corner of his slightly open slips, he looked like a painting laid like this. You resisted the urge to brush the stray hairs out of his face and press sweet kisses to his temple, but you didn’t want to wake him.

You knew how much he needed this sleep. You could tell that he was starting to get exhausted. His training was endless and even though he was getting some rest right now , you knew it wouldn’t last.

Distance was never something either of you wanted, but at the moment it felt like that was all that you had, the mere reminder that he was there. Perhaps not when you got home every night, but he was there. He always would be, and you knew that but why did it hurt so bad to see him like this.

When he sheepishly asked you to massage his tight shoulders for him last night he looked happy enough, but you couldn’t help the way your heart ached a little when you saw him trudge in through the door late at night, eyes a little duller than usual. 

You missed him, hell of course you did. You missed him every time your phone call went to voicemail, and though he called back as soon as he was free , you felt almost hurt every time you heard the monotone bleep of the answerphone.

You swallowed thickly to stop the tears from threatening to spill out of your eyes, though you failed to keep back the sniffle that escaped from your lips. A soft grunt came from heeseung as he awoke and turned to face you,

 “Morning pretty… wait- hey are you okay??” his voice immediately changed to concern. You nodded furiously , attempting to cover the gloss of your eyes with your hands.

 “‘M fine heeseung, agh you have to go already… you should get ready”  you panicked as you looked at the ever looming time on the clock sat on the bedside table. He cocked an eyebrow at your words, before pulling your hands away from your face,

 “oh y/n…” he whispered before pulling you into his chest, you felt the tears you were holding spill almost instantly when your head nestled against his shirt. He patted your back carefully , holding your body close to his. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong hm?” he leant his forehead against yours. 

“I feel s-so bad heeseung..” you voice came out in hiccups as you attempted to explain the tears this early in the morning, “i don’t want you to leave”

You’re startled by the sound of his airy laughs, “oh pretty? I’ll be back home extra early tonight yeah ? I promise”.

Though you smiled at the sight of him laughing,  your feelings still weren’t conveyed properly, “no hee, I mean… I don’t want us to break up. Your bottom lip threatens to quiver as you speak, a soft confused look graces Heeseung’s face. 

“What do you mean y/n? We’re not breaking up? Are we?” his eyes gloss over at his own question..

“You’ve been so busy lately i just wish that there wasn’t so much distance between us, but even so i can deal with it i just don’t want this to be the reason you end it, and i know you’re so tired but-” your rambling is cut off by heeseung pulling you in for a tight hug, 

“Love, I'm not going to break up with you because we’re busy right now, I promise… I'm tired but I never want you to think I'd break up with you  because I can't deal with it… have I made you feel that way??” you can sense the urgency in his voice, to which you just held him tighter.

“Not at all heeseung, even when you’re exhausted like this you’ve never failed to ask how my day was even once? And I'm so thankful for that.” you smiled pressing your forehead to his, “thank you.”

“Love, you don’t need to say thank you to me..” he whispered, kissing your cheek sweetly, “and i’ll stay true to my word, i’m going to try and get home extra early tonight yeah? And then we can spend some time together ”

You felt yourself grin at how cute he was, “yeah ” . 

“I think i want to thank you” he said instead , “god hee, you don’t need to say thank you to me either??” you were bashful as he grazed his nose against yours.

“Thank you for sticking by my side.” he mumbled before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

[starleska]

[me walking into your inbox not knowing anything about Maxime or what the Despicable Me franchise has been doing for the past five years:]

Hm, I saw your post about that Maxime La Mal guy being cold-blooded and I think you’re so right about him cuddling to cope. He definitely looks like an expensive guy, with a coat THAT thick in THAT weather, he’d probably in some big ol lavish, luxurious bed with a million bajillion blankets and multiple comforters and pillows still clinging to you I mean whoever haha unless.

Temperature dips just a little below Pretty Hot degrees and he’s fully wrapped himself around you, maximizing….Maxime-mizing sharing your body heat. His bones are probably inside your ribcage at that point, he seems pretty boney…or exoskeleton-y, Idk the situation, but it’s probably somewhat overcome by the cuteness of having him snuggling so close and clinging like a cicada to a tree <3 or something.

it’s also the perfect opportunity to snuggle him back and pet his hair…wait his antennae are in there…is it okay to touch his antennae? They seem like they’d be devilishly sensitive, that’s kinda their whole purpose. Idk maybe it’s 50/50….AGH WHATEVER you know snuggling we all know snuggling. Perfect opportunity to hold him close <3

…y’know an electric blanket would probably also help, you reckon he owns one of those? Someone should get him one of thoseI should stop standing under this air vent when my digestive issues are making me feel colder already, I’m getting way to sympathetic to the random character plights, I don’t even GO HERE I gotta go, my tumblr is breaking down rn-

SQUEAKS...!!!!!! 😳😳😳

PLEASE you did not need to come into my inbox with all of these glorious ideas for cold-blooded Maxime oh my god!!!!!!! 🙈💖💖💖

you are so right, Maxime is a man of comfort, excess and style and wherever he sleeps would reflect that...fun fact, cockroaches don't have eyelids, which is why they sleep in darker places!! they also fold their antennae down during rest :3c so i reckon his bedroom probably simulates something of a cockroach sleeping environment and is completely blacked-out 👀 khgfl 🥴🥴 i can tell you for a fact that Maxime canonically calls his antennae very sensitive (after Gru Jr. grabs them as an attack 😂) so i love the idea that at night he'll let you pet them gently...perhaps he'll issue a little click or a chirrup if the sensation is particularly pleasurable 🥰 honestly, i'm imagining an Italy from Hetalia situation 😳 hahahaha you SAY you don't go here but you come in with paragraphs about this silly little villain? oh, my dear friend. i think you're too far gone 😉 do try not to think too hard about Maxime wrapping his coat around you and spending a little too long with his fingers lingering on your arms, squeezing you. "C'est parti!" he'd chuckle. "You're much less cold now, no?"

[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Lilith: what happened to your bike? Ernest: i think snow got stuck on the wheels. sucks. Lilith: well i think it's not a day to bike around. or… hang out. Ernest: it's never a bad day to see a friend Lilith: … Ernest: what is it? Lilith: it's… um… Lilith: … Lilith: you look fancy today. Ernest: oh! my good clothes. my father in law is coming over later today, i need to look decent. Lilith: that's… nice.

Ernest: hello!! Ernest: …Vlad? hm. Ernest: there you are- Ernest: oh. oh my god what happened to your eyes? is your diet messed up? Vlad: if it was, you would know. Ernest: … Vlad: there is something bothering you. Ernest: ahah. very true. Ernest: originally i wanted to, spend some time with my friend. practice on your pipe organ some more, maybe. but now i just want to talk Ernest: did i ever tell you what my two novels were about? Vlad: no, you did not. Ernest: they were about things you could find in the dark, and good vamps. you see i used to find comfort in horror. Ernest: i… want you to keep them. maybe you'll find in them what my boss didn't. Vlad: why…me? Ernest: ah, it's just- another one of my gifts. Vlad: …thank you. Ernest: hah. my mama would be so mad at me Ernest: she said my stories had a light the others would be grateful to see. but i just don't see the point on writing anymore. Vlad: you have both a great mind and great words, what could be stopping you from sharing them? Ernest: oh well, I think i am…out of the loop, friend. Vlad: …? Ernest: ah, how can i explain this to you… Ernest: a little more than a decade along, after she died, things got… strange. tea was too much, music was not on time, everything made me feel like something terrible was about to happen, even my own words. i was… slow. i went to the medics, thought i had some kind of vitamin deficency. Ernest: they told me i was depressed instead. Ernest: i was given a bunch of drugs, and even got institutionalized for a few seasons. Ernest: i don't think it was only because of her passing away. i think there was always something wrong with me. Ernest: sigh i got better after my son was born. much better. i thought it was finally gone but, no. Ernest: it has a hold on me, and it will not release. it's unbearable Vlad: who? Ernest: my whole head, i believe. -ernest walks around- Ernest: even if i just wish to break away, i don't want to keep making Mila sad anymore. Ernest: ah…ahah. god. things are too much all the time …but, you know what, Vlad? Ernest: even if it sounds stupid from the mouth of someone as tired and worn out as me, Ernest: i still believe my children will make their days shine, y'know? they'll go far. because i want them to have beautiful lives. Ernest: …i wish you were able to understand. Ernest: well i- clears throat thanks for listening, you're good at it. Ernest: i talked too much. Ernest: agh- i'm just having bad thoughts. i need to be an adult and not run from… everything. Ernest: … Ernest: it will pass Vlad: ernest, wait. Vlad: stay here, stay in the manor

[tickly-tufts]

Entertainment (N$FW)

@tickles-tea ordered a MEAN serving of spice… so this one is for the hardcore 18+ knismos

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CONTAINS: bondage, nudity, non-consensual tickling, forced orgasm

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The Tickler.

He’d been knocked out and kidnapped by the Tickler.

Miguel had always known his luck was bad, but the multiverse had to be mocking him at that point. It’d looked like such an easy mission, too, which was why he’d opted to go alone… except this variant was no common thief. If only he'd realized before it was too late.

He didn’t know where the villain had taken him, but it must’ve been some kind of personal base. Heavy metal clamps had been locked around his limbs, raising his arms and spreading his legs into a kneel-like position. He was fully elevated off the ground, held slightly below his usual eye-level, and while his hands and feet were technically free, he couldn’t reach anything with his talons.

And as if all of that weren’t bad enough... he’d been stripped right down to his boxers. Lyla would never let him live this down… although, she'd have to reconnect with him first. Miguel felt a stab of unease at the thought.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, the Tickler making their official entrance. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting long! I was just gathering a few of my tools.” Miguel glanced warily at the bag in their hands, which they proceeded to set on a nearby table. Then they faced him, beaming brightly. It was as unsettling as it was irritating.

“Let me go,” Miguel snarled, flashing his fangs as a threat. Rather than being intimidated, though, his captor simply looked intrigued.

“And why would I do that?” they countered simply. “It was so much trouble getting you down here. But now I have you all to myself, and I intend to make the most of it~”

The tone in which those last words were delivered was almost enough to make Miguel shudder. Without his watch, his suit, or even his clothes, he knew he was in a dangerous position. Variants of the Tickler were generally just a nuisance, but this one had defied every convention thus far.

“What do you even want from me? Information? Ransom?”

“Entertainment.”

Of all the answers they possibly could’ve given… that one promised to be the worst.

—

The Tickler’s very first tools of choice were a pair of mini feather dusters. They fluttered them around Miguel’s neck first, pouting when Miguel refused to give in.

“Aw, don’t pretend it doesn’t tickle! I can see your mouth twitching. Being stubborn won’t help.” They scoffed when Miguel pressed his lips into a line. “Well, can’t say I didn’t give you fair warning.”

Miguel had hoped to hold out longer, but then the dusters were tickling right under his arms. The feathers were silky against his bare hollows. He promptly burst into a fit of giggles.

“That’s more like it!” the Tickler preened, speeding up when they noticed Miguel’s arms were shaking. “Those muscles aren’t doing much for you, huh? Sure made you look tempting, though,” they winked.

The feathers really shouldn’t have been that bad, and yet the light tickling soon proved to be maddening. Every fiber of Miguel’s being urged him to twist away, to just lower his arms… but the clamps held firm.

“Knohock it ohohoff!” he tried to growl, though the effect was ruined by his giggling.

“Hm? Did you wanna switch things up already?” The Tickler dropped both dusters… then dove in with their fingers.

“AGH!” Miguel choked, then burst into laughter, unable to resist the Tickler’s expert touch. Manicured nails scratched and skittered with glee, unhindered by the hero’s biceps straining above them. “Dohon’t- noHOHO!” The villain’s fingers vibrated against the center of each underarm. Just when Miguel thought to try and bite them, the Tickler’s hands migrated downwards.

“Bet your ribs are ticklish, too!” This was quickly confirmed with a few clawing motions. “But honestly… I’m more interested in these abs.” Miguel flinched when the Tickler’s fingertips trailed lower. He couldn’t back up, so he tried sucking in when the villain began tracing along said abs. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help, and he flushed when he noticed the Tickler’s amusement.

The tracing didn’t last very long, as the Tickler inevitably escalated. Two hands were soon dancing across Miguel’s midriff, spurred on by the peals of laughter that followed. Nails sunk into his lower belly when the softness there proved especially exploitable. The accompanying taunts about his ticklish tummy only exacerbated his embarrassment.

Targeting his navel next, the Tickler teased a finger around the rim. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing for this!” they said as they reached into their pocket. Miguel blanched when they revealed a lone feather, smaller yet fluffier than those on the dusters. “Any last words?” the Tickler asked, the puff far more threatening than it should’ve been.

Miguel had been doing his best to ignore it, but anxiety began to creep up on him. His life didn't seem to be at any risk, but… how long would he have to endure this? Did anyone know that he’d been kidnapped? How would they locate him once they’d realized?

For better or worse, these thoughts ground to a halt as soon as the feather slipped into his navel.

“Shit!” Miguel cursed before falling apart, the feather tickling more than he’d dared to imagine. He felt every bit of it against his skin, absurdly soft and endlessly swirling.

“Sometimes you just can’t beat the classics!” the Tickler spoke as if making conversation. “There’s just nothing as simple yet effective as a feather. Don’t you agree, Spiderman?”

The tickling continued for a full minute, during which Miguel struggled to catch his breath. When the villain finally did step back, they didn’t take their implement with them.

“Gehet it ohohout!” Miguel squirmed, still overly aware of the feather’s presence. The Tickler simply gave it another twirl. “¡AY- BASTARDO!”

“Seems perfect where it is~”

With that, the Tickler happily moved on, forcing Miguel to cope with yet another indignity. Even just panting made the feather’s fronds shift, tickling enough that Miguel struggled to stop smiling.

“You’ve just got the cutest little waist,” the Tickler teased next, pinching Miguel’s sides. “And nice hips, too,” they continued, dropping down to give those a squeeze. “Ohh, you like that?” they observed when Miguel jolted at the action. He cackled when they dug into the dips, thumbs rubbing firm and relentless circles.

“Heh, I knew you’d be super ticklish. Got a sixth sense for that sort of thing. The second I saw you, I could tell you’d be fun… but somehow, you’re even more ticklish than I thought!” Against his best efforts, Miguel blushed, much to the Tickler’s obvious delight. Even worse, their gaze soon wandered down to Miguel’s parted thighs.

They reached out both hands to knead the thick muscles, grinning when they were rewarded with a screech. “Did I hit a sweet spot?” the Tickler mused. “Let’s see how loud you can really get~”

“¡MIERDA! NOHOHO!” Miguel writhed as the Tickler honed in on his inner thighs. They scribbled their way down to his knees, then lightly pinched a path back upwards. As they neared the top, they switched scratching, which proved ruthlessly effective. Then they slipped past the edges of his boxers, burrowing right into the creases of his thighs. “SHOCK! DOHOHON’T-!” was all Miguel managed, before he lost the ability to form words. The laughter that followed was nothing short of frenzied, and soon enough, there were tears welling up in his eyes.

The Tickler lingered there for what seemed an eternity, right at the edges of Miguel’s boxers. It was only when something new caught their eye that they stopped… then smirked openly. “Well, looks like someone’s getting excited. Are you actually enjoying this?”

Miguel’s face burned when he realized what they meant. Despite everything… he was getting hard.

The physical response was involuntary, of course. Almost unavoidable, which the Tickler knew. The captive hero’s humiliation was a treat, though, and they fully intended to savor it. Following the outline of Miguel’s cock, the Tickler started teasing him through his boxers.

“No!” Miguel gasped, trying to jerk backwards, but there was simply no getting away.

It tickled more than it had any right to. His boxers might’ve even made it worse. The villain’s fingers slid over the material with ease, skimming ticklishly along his length.

“Stohohop! STOHOP!” he ordered frantically, unable to resist the stimulation. It would’ve been nice if it weren’t a blatant violation… and it was only going to get worse.

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” The Tickler withdrew sooner than expected. But then, before Miguel could relax, they pulled out a small blade and slashed right through the fabric. Just like that, Miguel was exposed, his only scrap of clothing falling off in tatters. “Time for some attention in the back!” Miguel’s heart plummeted in his chest.

Skipping out of Miguel’s line of sight, the Tickler soon whistled appreciatively behind him. “And I thought the view from the front was great. Ever think of modeling instead of being a hero?” What came next should’ve been predictable, yet it still managed to catch Miguel off guard. Fingers pinched playfully at his ass… and because everything was against him, even that tickled.

“Was that a squeak?” His captor sounded gleeful. “I was so hoping you’d be ticklish back here!” Then hands were massaging both his cheeks, and Miguel could only cackle through his mortification.

It was ridiculous, humiliating, and only got worse when one of the feather dusters reappeared. Miguel couldn’t see it, but he could certainly feel it, laughter pitching higher at the soft sensation. The Tickler was thorough in their ministrations, dusting all over Miguel’s rear. They attacked from every angle, until inevitably-

“AH! Not there!”

Miguel froze, pure dread flooding in as soon as he realized his mistake. Deathly silence followed… tension building… with every second that ticked by. He was doomed. They both knew it. The suspense was entirely unnecessary. Even so, the Tickler made him wait…

Until the feather duster was right between his cheeks.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” The villain taunted as Miguel exploded into helpless hysterics. They used one hand to spread him further while the other continued wiggling the duster. The motion was overwhelmingly ticklish, enough for the tears in Miguel’s eyes to spill over. They rolled down his face as he wrenched at his bonds, unable to find even a second of relief.

Miguel’s composure collapsed further when the feathering migrated towards his front. Sliding down his cleft and across his taint, it was clear where the Tickler was headed next. They took a quick detour at his thighs, just to goad him that much more. It was only when Miguel was ready to snap that the duster finally settled over his cock.

“¡PUTA MADRE!” he swore violently, before mirth fully overtook him. Feathers enveloped his testicles, along with a good portion of his shaft. It was then that the second duster returned, fluttering directly over his head. With that, his whole length was nestled in softness, ticklish plumes caressing every inch.

“Such a feather-ticklish cock~” the villain cooed over Miguel’s anguish. “I could just stay right here forever~” They wiggled the dusters even faster.

“SH- NOHO-!” Miguel struggled to speak, to say anything that might earn him a reprieve. “P-Plehehease!” he finally cracked, too flustered to maintain the illusion of pride.

“What was that?” The Tickler lit up. “Could you say that again for me, Spiderman?”

Begging felt like giving up, but what choice did really he have?

"Please!" he repeated in English first, and when that wasn't enough, he fell into Spanish. "¡Por favor, no puedo más!" Each appeal was an uphill battle through laughter. The Tickler basked in his desperation, drawing it out until they were satisfied. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose we are due for a little break."

Little proved to be an understatement. It couldn’t have lasted more than a few moments. Once Miguel was no longer on the verge of passing out, the Tickler resumed, focus still between his legs. Embarrassingly, Miguel was erect, the array of feathers having done their job.

“How rude of me, leaving you like this… It’s only right that I finish what I started.”

Miguel didn’t like the sound of that at all.

The Tickler turned toward the bag they’d brought, rummaging around inside for a bit. “Ah, here we are!” They spun back around… donning a pair of sleek, furry gloves.

“Don’t-“ Miguel’s voice shook. “Please… don’t.”

With a terrifyingly innocent smile, the Tickler reached down and started rubbing.

Miguel shrieked. That was the only word for it. Every touch of the gloves tickled like hell. Every stroke and fondle was accompanied by fur, equal parts titillating and torturous.

“This material’s actually an invention of mine,” the Tickler admitted casually. “I designed it to be soft, exactly as instructed, but all our testers said it was unbearable on skin.” The Tickler circled the tip of Miguel’s cock with a single fluffy finger. “They were right, of course, but I’d put in so much work. I couldn’t just let it go to waste.”

Eventually, just as promised, Miguel came in spite of himself. The Tickler didn’t halt at all in their motions, rubbing Miguel through his moaning, sobbing laughter.

“Fun fact,” they announced once Miguel was spent. “Sensitivity tends to spike right after an orgasm.”

Miguel couldn’t keep himself from trembling, cock still resting in the villain’s gloved palm.

“Please… there has to be something else you want…” Something, anything beyond making him suffer.

“Aww, poor thing,” the villain commiserated, before their smirk returned in full force. “Unfortunately for you, this is all I want, and we still have so many toys to try. Now, cry pretty for me, alright?”

Miguel let out a broken whimper.

—

Spiderman did not kill. No matter the villain, no matter their actions, killing was simply not on the table. Peter B. Parker knew that, of course. It’d been his policy for over 20 years.

Even so, he had to remind himself before hurling the Tickler through the nearest wall.

“Miguel!” Peter shouted once the villain was down, concern overshadowing everything else. When he’d arrived, the Tickler had been raking at Miguel’s thighs with clawed finger caps. By all accounts, Miguel should’ve screamed. The treatment was certainly brutal enough. Instead, his agony had been near silent, made evident only by a fresh stream of tears.

“Por favohohor… noho mahahás… Plehehease…” Miguel babbled, shivering in his restraints. At first, Peter assumed he was feeling aftershocks, only to realize his torment wasn’t actually over.

Vibrating brushes had been strapped to his soles, centered just enough to avoid his toe talons. Peter pulled them off, crushing both in his hands, then returned to Miguel’s front, gaze dropping low. He winced as he eyed Miguel’s weeping cock, two buzzing egg vibrators taped to the shaft. He took a steadying breath before crouching down, removing every bit of it with care.

After that, Miguel calmed, visibly sagging with relief. Peter reached out to cradle his face, only for Miguel to flinch away. “Migs, it’s just me…” Peter’s voice wobbled, his heart tightening in his chest. Fortunately, the nickname seemed to spark some awareness, and Miguel began to recover himself.

“P… Peter?” he croaked weakly, watery eyes coming back into focus.

“Yes! I’ve got you!” Peter pressed in close, wiping Miguel’s tears away with his knuckles. “I’ll have you out of there and back home soon.”

True to his word, Peter freed Miguel quickly, then wrapped his own robe around Miguel’s body. As soon as Jess acknowledged his ping, he left the villain for her, out cold and webbed-up. Tapping his watch, he opened a portal directly to 616B. When Miguel’s legs refused to cooperate, Peter scooped him up and carried him through.

—

Waking back up was a gradual process, made more difficult by pure fatigue. Nonetheless, Miguel persisted, drawn forth by the gentle hand in his hair. When he eventually opened his eyes, a soft sky blue was there to greet him.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” MJ murmured, her smile an absolutely breathtaking sight. Her hand moved carefully from his hair to his cheek, and Miguel instantly leaned into the contact.

“How long was I…” Unconscious? Captive? Miguel wasn’t sure which he wanted to ask. Without missing a beat, MJ answered both questions, frowning as she recalled the worst of it.

“You were missing for all of yesterday… then Peter got you home around 4am.” MJ had stayed up waiting for them, of course. “You’ve been asleep for around 10 hours.”

At that, Miguel attempted to sit up, only to discover he was being held down. Peering over his shoulder revealed a slumbering Peter, one arm and one leg slung over Miguel’s form.

“He was really worried,” MJ explained. “Didn’t tell me much, but…”

“You saw how I was.”

MJ’s brow furrowed, her own worry clear, but Miguel knew she wouldn’t ask until he was ready.

"Wanna see Mayday?" she asked instead, offering him the balm of domesticity. It made him feel warm... and more importantly... safe.

"I'd love to," he accepted gratefully.

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moment 1 · ͟͟͞͞➳❥ yuji itadori x gn!reader

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content: no manga spoilers, fluff

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yuji itadori is a sweet boy.

no matter how rough he can get while he fights curses, he’s incredibly gentle when it comes to you, the most important person he has left. itadori spends his moments with you like they’re the best in the world.

you’ve been together with him for over a year, knowing him since you’ve been in middle school. it was funny how over all these years, he remains the same at his core. he’s awkwardly sweet, yet not afraid to talk to anyone around him. he cares about his friends and family, and he takes time out of his day to check up on them. it was no surprise why you fell for him.

it was also amazing how itadori wasn’t fawned over by plenty of people at your old school. as nice as he was to everyone, and good-looking too, nobody ever really approached him with romantic interest.

that was until you came along.

your family came from a long line of jujutsu sorcerers, so you were bound to become one. with your crush on your middle school friend and having nothing to lose, you confessed your feelings. that confession led to today— valentine’s day.

with your fingers intertwined with itadori’s, you roamed around the arcade. it was a spot the two of you frequented when you weren’t on the job or with your friends.

you don’t know how long it had been until you found yourselves sitting in front of a certain claw machine. inside of it were various anime plushies, and itadori seemed determined to get one in particular.

he hunched over the controls and had what you called his “extreme face”. it was what you called the expression he makes when he’s extremely focused on games.

when he failed for the 4th consecutive time, you laughed it off, “i don’t see why you’re still at it. we could just buy it from the counter, you know.”

itadori only pouted at you, “it has to be my hard work that gets it. i uh- it just has to be me!”

without saying anything more, itadori turned back around and inserted another coin into the claw machine. you only tilted your head, watching as he failed again. in turn, he grabbed his head in frustration.

“agh! this thing sucks!”

multiple people turned your way, but the pinkette quickly regained his composure and apologized. after he was sure they had stopped looking, he sulked. you were sure he muttered some thing sunder his breath, but you couldn’t hear it.

“here,” you stood in front of the machine in his place, “let me have a go.”

you inserted a coin into the claw machine before you gently gripped the controller. itadori watched as you were able to directly move the claw on top of the plushie. once you clicked the button for the machine to grab what was beneath, you ended up with it in your hands.

“that’s how it’s done,” you joked, holding it out in front of itadori.

he gently hand it in his hands, “eh… don’t really want it though.”

“hm? then why were you trying so hard to get it?”

you asked, but you already knew.

the plushie itadori was trying to get was from this anime the both of you watched. however, it wasn’t just any anime— it was your favorite of all time. you were sure that he was only trying to get it in the first place to give it to you.

embarrassment tinted his cheeks pink, “no reason… in particular.”

“right,” you ruffled his hair. “look, if you want to get me something, make sure i can’t see you fail to get it five times.”

he stood straight, “you knew!?”

“just figured it out, heh. but seriously, keep it, okay? just treat me to some (f/f) soon! i’m seriously hungry.”

“i’ll get you (f/f), but i’m also getting you something else. just wait for it,” he took your hand in his.

yuji itadori is a sweet boy, but he seriously sucks at claw machines.

note: i feel like i relapsed into my old kind of writing… it wasn’t bad or anything, just less details than i would’ve liked

please reblog for more!

[azukisoul]

Translation of GinHiji manga: Super Nerve-wrecking First Date by okn___gh (Twitter)

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Translation

[page 1]

H: I'm currently...

H: ...inconceivably nervous.

H: Because I'm on a first d... date... with this guy.

H: Dammit.

H: I can't act like I usually do.

H: I always end up overthinking it.

H: To be honest, not a word he said is registering in my brain.

G: Man, the build-up in the second half of the new Pedoro movie is godlike!

H: It's taking everything in me just to respond.

H: Yeah...

H: ...Geez. The Demon Vice Chief sure is pathetic...

H: Anyway, why is this guy so relaxed?

G: To think that Pedoro would do something like that...

H: His act has not changed a bit from the usual.

H: Hmph. Is he used to this kind of stuff?

H: That carefree attitude pisses me off!

H: ...

H: ...is it just me?

H: Is it just me who's...

[page 2]

*grabs...*

H: Huh??

H: ...Ah.

H: Wai—

H: Wha...

H: Yorozuya—

H: ...grk.

H: Ack!

H: Dammit!

H: Doesn't even think about how I'm feeling!

G: ...Hijikata-kun, your face is beet red, you know?

H: Shuddup...!

H: I'm not used to this, unlike you!

H: Awful.

H: So it really is just me.

H: I'm the one who's getting so worked up,

H: so high-strung...

H: ...

H: ...Hm?

[page 3]

H: Wait... this guy...

H: Yorozuya.

G: Hm?

H: Your...

H: ...hand is so damn sweaty...

*SHOCK*

G: Huh?

*stares*

H: You... What's with that face you're making?

G: Y-You too, Hijikata-kun!

G: Why would you point it out so bluntly!?

H: ...You were so relaxed until just now, though.

H: Why are you getting so worked up over me just pointing out about your sweaty hand?

H: Your face is beet red.

G: Ugh..  Aaagh! Geez!

[page 4]

G: I...

G: I'm nervous, okay!

G: All this time!

G: I'm on a date with someone I like, so of course I'd be!

G: Dammit... I don't look cool at all now! Really...

G: Stupid ass sweaty hands!

H: I see.

H: So it wasn't just me.

H: Heh.

G: Agh!

G: Y-You—what are you laughing about!

H: Being able to put up such a calm front but getting found out by some sweaty hands is just like you.

G: Wha—

H: Besides, if you hadn't held my hand, I wouldn't have noticed your sweaty hands at all.

G: I-I just wanted to hold hands at least once during the date!

G: Is that so bad, bastard!?

H: Oh, really. *ba-dump...*

H: Being like this at our age... How pathetic.

H: Us both.

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

I Don't Know What To Title This And I Didn't Want To Come Up With A Cheesy Title Either But It's AlePupa

thingy i wrote to end off pride month with a bang 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 damn it banged frfr

———

It should be the time of the day where Pamolia should go back home from school by now.

But here Pupa is, trying to find her in the mostly empty hallways of the school she goes to.

Maybe this is just Pupa being his stupid overprotective self, but even then he couldn't help but be worried. After all, it's not everyday Pamolia arrives home late. Looking around, Pupa could feel himself getting even more frustrated. He hasn't been to this school before. Even if he did, he's only been in the outside parts of it. He's never been inside before.

"...Maybe she's in her cla-"

"Pupa?"

"AGH-"

Turning around at the speed of light, all Pupa found behind him was that stupid idiot named Aleph-0. "Oh. Hey." Pupa greeted, though his voice doesn't hold any hint of malice or hostility in it. To that, Aleph smiled. "Hello. I wasn't expecting you around here. I'm betting you are looking for Pamolia, am I wrong?" He asked.

"Yeah. I also wasn't expecting you to still be here. It's not even school hours anymore, so why are you still here?" Pupa asked, raising an eyebrow at the math teacher. "Ah, I had some other things to take care of. There was a meeting that I had to attend. But it's over now." Aleph answered, looking to the side, before looking back at the other man.

"Pamolia volunteered to do some extra work today. In...the library, I think. I fear she isn't done yet, so you'll have to wait a little more longer. I apologize for that, Pupa." Aleph then continued, a frown present on his face now. Pupa's eyebrows raised at that revelation. "Oh, I see..." He uttered out.

"...Say, you can wait in my office. I...wouldn't mind some company while I clean things up before I leave for the day." Aleph then offered, and that caught Pupa's attention almost immediately. "Huh? Really? You wouldn't mind someone else just- chilling in your office?" He asked, and Aleph nodded. "Oh, yeah, alright- wait, I thought all of the teachers share one office together?" Pupa then asked again, and the tone of the question made the teacher chuckle.

"Yes, yes, I meant that. But you said it's a shared office, so I have the right to call it my office too." Aleph replied with pride, and that managed to make Pupa groan. "Ugh...you really do have such a high ego. I hate it."

———

When the two walked into the faculty office, there doesn't seem to be anyone left in there. "Huh? Damn, seems like everyone else left already." Pupa commented. Aleph furrowed his eyebrows a bit at that. "How are they so quick to leave?" He asked himself, before eventually turning his head to look at Pupa. "...Or maybe I spent way too much time talking to you back there?"

"Sounds like it." Pupa replied briefly, and Aleph could only sigh. "Whatever. Pupa, can you close the door real quick?" The math teacher asked, and to that favor, Pupa raised his eyebrow. "What? Why? There's no use in closing the door, y'know." "Eh...I just like it when the door is closed." Aleph simply answered, before grabbing his things and putting them in his bag.

Still filled with suspicion, Pupa closed the door. It didn't took Aleph long to pack his things either, so even then, closing the door felt useless. That's Pupa's opinion, at least. "Hm, done." Aleph announced to himself, though it didn't escape Pupa's ears either. "Yeah- see? This is why closing the door doesn't do shit. I closed the door maybe two minutes ago and you're already done." Pupa complained, and Aleph only sighed.

And then silence followed soon after.

Pupa didn't like this.

"....Hey. Professor Idiot."

"Don't call me that."

"Psh. You always don't like it when I call you that." Pupa teased, and to that, Aleph groaned. "Shut your mouth, Pupa. I'm already tired enough today, I wouldn't want you to make things worse for me." He tiredly said. "Damn. But if you're really that tired, then we should take our leave now—"

"Wait!"

Pupa turned around to walk to the door, only to be stopped by Aleph grabbing his wrist and yanking him backwards. "Ah- woah-" Pupa ended up managing to keep his balance, and he knew what he needed to do next. "Aleph, what the hell?! I originally came here to find Pamolia, and then you dragged me into waiting here with you, and now you're not even gonna let me-"

Immediately, Aleph covered Pupa's mouth with his hand. "Mm—!" "Shh. I'm sorry, Pupa. But I need you to stay for a bit longer. I have something to tell you." Aleph whispered, but it's still audible enough for the blue haired man to hear. The teacher then pried his own hand off of Pupa's mouth, and the first thing to come out of the butterfly's mouth was a sigh.

"Alright, fine. What is it? Make it quick." Pupa asked, basically surrenduring to Aleph as he stood in place, (im)patiently waiting for Aleph to say what he needs to say. "Well...for starters, initially I didn't like you that much." Aleph nervously started, and with a nod from Pupa, he knew he should continue.

"Uh, but then we...sort of grew closer over time, right?" Another nod from Pupa confirms that, this time accompanied with a small smile. Aleph then continued. "Yeah, I noticed how drawn I am to you, and then I sort of...started liking a lot of aspects of you. I even started picking up on more minor things about you. It's...really stupid, but I just simply can't help myself. You're...an interesting person to me, Pupa."

"And that's why—"

"I love you too."

To that, Aleph perked up, a bit wide eyed as he stares at Pupa in confusion. "Wha-" "I said I love you too, you idiot." Pupa said, his face growing more red each passing second. Aleph was...stunned, to say the least. "I...I didn't even got to the part where I actually said it yet..." He said, scratching the back of his head as he averts his gaze from Pupa. Well that's one way to let a confession play out. This isn't how he planned things to go either.

"It was noticeable enough. I quickly noticed it was a cheesy love confession because you kept saying stuff about how we got closer and you noticing minor things about me. I knew where it was heading, so..." Pupa explained, before trailing off nervously.

To that, Aleph smiled. "So...are you really genuine with your response?" He asked, and Pupa sighed, but it isn't the tired or sad kind of sigh, it was more of a fond sigh. "Yeah, yeah. I'm genuine. Why else would I notice and cut you off during your long ass confession?" He replied, and Aleph laughed with glee. "Haha! That's..."

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing what appears to be the school's janitor. "I heard voices in here. Look, if you two are gonna have a romantic moment, at least do it elsewhere." The janitor spoke, and to that, the two men immediately felt embarressed.

———

"Pupa! You're back!"

"Hmm...yeah..."

"Where have you been?"

"I was...looking for you."

"I...didn't see you in school grounds, though."

"..."

"....Pupa? Hello? Are you- hey, wait! Are you seriously going to ignore what I just said?!"

"Pupa? Pupa!!!!!!!!!!"

[always-andromeda]

strawberry crème for Calvin pls? :) your layout for the event is so pretty! ❤️

– 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐫-𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thank you so very much, anon!! and aGH thank you for feeding my love for Calvin!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lmao Calvin is an out of touch little weirdo, 100% fluff, nothing else I can think of!

If Calvin could write his first kiss with you, he'd know exactly how to set the scene. It would be the perfect balance between planned and spontaneous. Something cinematic yet quaint.

And really, under those parameters he could go about a dozen different directions. He'd certainly dreamt about it many times.

In one, he took you to an expensive dinner and you both waited all night only for the chef to completely botch your entire order. Instead, you ate fast food burgers in Calvin's car all while softly talking and laughing over the eclectic LA crowd that you'd observed in the restaurant. When you took a sip of your strawberry milkshake, he asked, "Let me have a sip." Only for you to reply, "Why don't I do this instead?" Then grasped Calvin's tie and brought him to your lips. And even in his dreams, he could taste the cool, creamy strawberry on your tongue.

Another one saw him walking with you in a park with Scotty. And of course Scotty couldn't help but drag him along on his leash before trampling in mud. The dog then proudly hopped up to paw at Calvin's legs, tracking the sludge all over his khaki pants and leaving Calvin very frustrated. To which you merely giggled and said, "He's just showing you he loves you, Cal. Here, let me give it a try too." Within seconds, he stopped caring about the inevitable stains that would never wash out of his pants because your mouth was press firmly against his.

Then there was the one that intrigued him most. He was still trying his best to write that one up in a way that did the dream justice. In it, you and him were at his mother's house, up in that treehouse that he often hid away in when his mother and Mort were becoming too much. But he would always be willing to share that treehouse with you. All he could remember was the light of golden hour falling over both of your figures as he took hold of your chin and slowly brought you closer. Your lips barely ghosted over his own before he closed his eyes and sank into the languid kiss. That one was his favorite. He would live in that treehouse with you for the rest of his life if he could. It would just be you and him in a world alone.

Calvin had been writing all day. The more you heard the faint tapping on the keys of his laptop, the more your frustration increased. He had this terrible habit of getting so lost in an idea that it would suck up an entire afternoon if he wasn't careful.

"Cal?" You called from his living room couch downstairs. "Are we going to watch our movie?" No answer. Aaaand he's still typing. You sigh and get up, making your way upstairs.

You found him lost in...something. His eyes were completely glazed over as he typed like a madman. "Calvin?" you tried hopefully.

"Hm?"

"Are you coming down sometime soon? It's been about an hour since you said you'd be finished up here."

"Uh-huh, yeah," he replied distantly.

You folded your arms over your chest, walked around the front side of his desk, and stood beside him. Still, Calvin wouldn't stop typing; hell, he didn't even seem to notice that you were now reading what he was typing from over his shoulder.

And as soon as you saw your name scattered among the paragraphs on his screen, you wanted to tear your hair out. "You're seriously writing about kissing me when I have literally been downstairs for the past hour waiting for you to do it?"

Calvin jumped in his seat and looked at you with wide eyes. Immediately, his mouth began to hang open, speechless and completely unable to form a comprehensive sentence.

"Fine, if I have to do everything myself, might as well add this one to the list," you grumbled. You leaned down and pressed an indignant peck to his lips. Getting ready to turn and leave him, you started to say, "There, now you won't have to stress about planning our your first ki–"

But within seconds, Calvin was on his feet, taking your wrists in his hands and spinning you back towards him before spattering an assortment of little kisses all along the planes of your mouth, cheeks, and jaw. Soon, that lingering frustration was replaced with butterflies tickling at your insides as he continued his onslaught of quick kisses.

"Sorry, I just didn't know–" he mumbled breathlessly against your skin. "Didn't know how to do it just yet..."

You giggled, "Well, you sure are doing it now!"

"Yeah," Calvin finally pulled back, hand going to hold your chin and his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "And I don't think I ever want to stop," he resolved.