#had me squealing giggling and kicking my feet in the air PLEASE

[ryescapades]

omg hai...... can i please request a loserumi (narumi) of him religiously admiring an idol!reader.. like he'd almost always show up to all her concerts and fan meetings to the point where his followers would always upload posts of him getting seen fanboying in public 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

— narumi gen, japan's strongest anti-kaiju combatant biggest fanboy ever.

characters: narumi gen (kaiju no.8) x idol fem!reader genre/warning: kinda headcanon format, none i think a/n: this is such a new concept to me so it took me a while to come up with something. thank you for the req anon! hopefully you don't mind me using kpop as the ref since i'm more versed in that compared to irl jp idols TT

pt.2

loser!narumi who undoubtedly has a stan account of you, his favourite artist across all social medias where he posts fancams, edits, merchs, etc.

loser!narumi who probably has a lot of customized/official jerseys with your name and birthday number printed on them. even sets his lockscreen with a picture of him wearing it or something.

loser!narumi who listens to your songs religiously and learns almost all of your choreographies. he's girlypop like that.

loser!narumi who has a 'y/n shrine' at home where he puts all of your albums, photocards, posters and prints that he got (also most likely he has a flag of your face on japan's logo hung in his bedroom. if you know that kpop idol on american flags, then you'd know what i mean).

loser!narumi who's your biggest defender and truther, he's never letting a hater of yours even breathe peacefully they gotta sleep with one eye open every night (he fights with them on twt and insta on a daily basis).

loser!narumi who definitely trash-talks Dispatch whenever you accidentally/mistakenly end up in a dating allegation.

loser!narumi who takes impromptu day offs from his captain duties in order to attend every single one of your concerts/fansign/cupsleeve events, especially when you're doing a tour in japan. he's in disguise, of course (japan would definitely riot if they see their cherished protector so much as mundanely breathe the outside air).

loser!narumi who still gets noticed by your other fans during said events. not like he tries that hard to hide himself anyway. not when he's loudly cheering along the fanchants during concerts, your lightstick held in his hand and he's screaming your name at the top of his lungs like his life depends on it (it does, he thinks).

loser!narumi who still pathetically denies the pictures of him posted on social media, saying he had a doppleganger or some shit (boy you ain't slick wtf that's clearly your ass squealing and dancing there).

loser!narumi who goes absolutely batshit crazy when you make eye contact with him or look directly at his camera when he's filming you or hold his hands and talk to him so sweetly during fansign events.

loser!narumi who giggles to himself, rolling around in bed, kicking his feet and shit whenever you reply to his comment during your live stream.

loser!narumi who always brings along a photocard of yours everywhere he goes, even during missions. "that one's for you, y/n!!!" *proceeds to kiss your photocard repeatedly* —narumi after killing a kaiju, probably.

loser!narumi who's a teensy bit delulu thinking one day he might be the one to have you, his dearest idol whom he loves so much <3

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[tgms]

fight! — togame jo

you only wanted to try throwing a real punch! too bad your overprotective boyfriend has other plans. (wc: 1k)

“make sure your thumb’snt in your fist,” togame explained from over your shoulder. “line your feet up with your shoulders and put one forward—like that. good girl.”

you stand in the middle of your room, arms up like you’re ready to fight, hands formed into fists (thumbs on the outside!). togame stands behind you, big hands resting on your waist as he guides you to a proper fighting stance.

you giggle at the praise, craning your head back to lock eyes with him. you purse your lips a little, and he sighs before ducking his head down and planting a quick kiss.

“you happy now? if you needa punch someone, stand like this and aim for his nose or kick his balls.”

“mhm. thanks for teaching me, y’re the best,” you grinned back at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “but how ‘bout that reverse arm breaker thing you did? said you’d show me how to do that.”

“maybe next time. no need to worry your pretty head over that,” togame said, ignoring your immediate pout and pressing his thumb into your bottom lip to smooth it out. “lemme take care of all the fighting for you, ‘kay?”

the pout on your face deepened, your body already starting to pull away from togame’s. his grip on your sides tightened slightly and he turned you to face him fully.

“next time, baby,” he sighed out. he could never win against you. “dinner first, then we’ll see.”

you brightened up considerably, arms reaching up to wind around his neck. you planted another kiss on his cheek, laughing slightly at the air he blew on your neck.

“dinner first!” you promised, eyes glistening. “can i pick?”

which is how he ended up here, in an alleyway after dinner with an empty wallet and a group of guys giving him the stink eye. and of course, you with your arm wrapped prettily around his. why you picked a hole-in-the-wall dingy izakaya in the middle of the worst part of the city is beyond him.

“you know them?” you asked togame, eyes following the group of guys who were sneering at your boyfriend.

“had a little scuffle with ‘em last night. don’t worry ‘bout it,” he replied, sharp eyes directed to the supposed ringleader.

“were they weak?”

“very weak. made them eat shit.”

“can i try then?” you stopped midstep, looking up expectantly at togame.

“no,” he shot back quickly, almost cutting you off.

“you didn’t even let me finish!”

“i know what you’re gonna say, baby. and my answer’s no. no fighting for you.”

you stayed rooted in your spot, still a good three-quarters of the alleyway left before you reached the main street.

“if you let me punch one of them i’ll stop asking you to teach me,” you proposed.

“still no.”

“and i promise to stay away from any fights from now on. for real,” you threw in, tugging down on togame’s arm to get him to look at you. “and if i don’t have any cuts i’ll do anything you want.”

he turned his head slightly, eyes staring down into yours in a silent battle. you could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he weighed out the pros and cons of letting you do as you please.

pros: you’ll finally stop asking him to let you fight.

cons: you’re gonna fight.

after a couple more seconds of silence, togame threw his head back and groaned, one hand moving down to snake around your waist and the other coming up to toussle his hair.

“fine. you know i can never say no to you. i don’t wanna hear another word about fighting after this, got it?

you squealed in excitement, hopping up on your tip-toes to plant a smooch right next to his mouth.

“you missed,” he grumbled under his breath, hands flexing against your hips. you hummed, missing his words in your excitement of your first ‘fight.’

“which one should i go for?”

“that one in the front,” togame leaned down, voice low. “apparently their leader but he’s weak as shit. don’t worry ‘bout the rest.”

you beamed up at him again, giving him another quick kiss before practically skipping over to the small group.

“remember, no cuts!” togame called out after you. you didn’t bother replying to him or acknowleding his words. he grinned a bit, at least you listened when he said to never look away from your opponents.

togame stood a few steps away, watching as you exchanged quiet words with the leader of the group and laughing inwardly at the confusion that continued to show on his face, panicked eyes switching from you to togame.

and suddenly a loud crunch echoed through the air and the guy was on his back, uncomfortably laying on bags of trash. a hand came up to cup his bleeding nose while the rest of his group stared in shock, jaws hanging open.

you happily walked back to togame, smile as bright as ever and pride evident in your eyes. you lifted up one of togame’s arms, settling it around yourself as you started walking toward the main street.

“i did good, didn’t i?” you asked, beaming up at togame. the arm around your shoulders shook as he laughed, deep and hearty as always, but with something a little more that you couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“so good, baby,” he grinned, pressing his lips to your temple. “you always listen so well.”

his words sent butterflies straight to your stomach, and you couldn’t help the way you squirmed a little in his grasp.

“and no cuts!” you proudly showed off your knuckles, skin just as smooth as before your little fight.

“wow. looks like i get a wish, then,” he grabbed your hand and brought it up for closer inspection, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles after he deemed your skin injury-free. “dinner on you for the next week? or maybe you should take out the ori’s trash tomorrow.”

“no wait, stop,” you said, panic filling your voice. “anything but the trash, jo. you can’t make me!”

he laughed again, that same something still lingering.

“well how about i show you just how good you were today and we’ll call it even?”

notes: i literally want him so bad wtf. talk to me if u enjoyed!

[lixzey]

The Unknown Number

a/n: again guys, please ignore the time stamps!

Your eyes widened as you saw photo. “What the fuck?”

Was it really him? Or was someone else catfishing you? If someone was in fact, catfishing you, they were doing a great job because the photo they had just sent was new. Timothée has never posted a photo like this before. Maybe, it was one of his staff? It had to be, because there was no way in hell that Timothée fucking Chalamet would reply to some random number.

Suddenly, a notification popped up on your phone from instagram.

tchalamet added a post!

tchalamet SNL tonight RUN IT

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Oh fuck, it really was him.

You immediately dialled Hailey's number. You paced around the room as you waited for her answer.

Damn it, Hails, answer my fucking call.

“What's up, bitch?” Hailey's voice rang in your ears, finally picking up after minutes.

“Oh cazzo, Hailey, credo di star parlando con il vero Timothée Chamalet!”

“Wait, what!?” Hailey gasped. “Talk in english for god's sake! You get all squeaky when you get excited, you cunt,”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “Okay, sorry, I got excited!”

“Get to the point, Y/n! Nana wants us to be ready in five minutes for dinner!”

“Okay so,” You giggled, still reeling from what just happened. “The number you sent? I think it's Timothée Chalamet!”

“I understood you the first time, you idiot,” Hailey said, you were sure she rolled her eyes. “What's your proof?” Hailey asked.

“The number I texted sent a photo, which coincidentally, two minutes later Timothée posted the same photo on his instagram account!” You squealed, kicking your feet up in the air.

“Jesus Christ! Send me a screenshot! Omg this is crazy!”

“Yeah, it is! I'll send you a screenshot in a few minutes, I'm gonna text this e number again. You know, to make sure.”

“You better, bitch,” Hailey laughed. “Okay, talk to you later!”

“Later, babes!” You said, before ending the call.

You opened up your iMessage app and started texting Timothée again.

Here you were, stuck in a hotel room, and texting—bullying—Timothée Chalamet.

It was immature, but were literally texting the man you've been worshipping for years.

It was only harmless texting, right? What the hell could possibly go wrong?

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[ravenromanova]

Nowhere to run

Pairings: Vamp Natasha x Female reader

Warnings: 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mentions of blood, Blood kink, Biting kink, Smacking, Oral, Fingering, Double ended dildo, Vibrator use, Slight cnc DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER 18!!!!

Summary: You hide and she seeks

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You ran as fast as you could through the trees of the woods you stumbled upon. The wind was harsh against your skin as you sped through. Your breath was short and it was getting harder and harder to breathe but you knew you couldn’t stop. She was close and you could feel it you just didn’t know where she was.

A twig snapped in the distance and your heart dropped at the sound. You couldn’t see very much since the trees blocked the moonlight so you were essentially blind. But luckily for her she was able to see in the dark. She was waiting for you to be at your most vulnerable, she wanted you out of breath, desperate and needy.

She crept around the trees as you try to find shelter behind an oak tree. A smile crosses her face as she watches your movements. You were out of breath hunched over as you gasp for air by the tree. You can hear footsteps crunching leaves behind you but you have no energy to run.

The woman stalks up behind you and puts her hands around you waist firmly. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel her breath on your neck.

“i told you id find you kotenok” She whispered against your ear as she presses your back against the tree. You’re forced to look at her as she grabs your chin and tilts your head back. You knew from the look in her eyes that’s you were fucked. Her eyes went red and you could see the black veins surrounding them, her smile was as devilish as it was wide as she looked at you.

“You have nowhere to run now little one you’re mine” And with that you feel all your resolve leave your body. She smiles once she sees you give into her.

“I’m yours” You whisper to the redhead with a doe eyed look. Natasha loses all control when the words leave your lips. She is quick to take you back to her cabin. The woman picks you up bridal style and uses her vamp speed to get you to the cabin.

You squeal and giggle once you see how eager she is to take full advantage of you. She kicks the cabin door open and rushes you both inside the master bedroom. Once she gets you two to the room she uses all her strength and throws you on the bed. You look at her with lust in your eyes as she gets all the supplies she needs to ruin you.

“You’re my toy tonight. You will do everything i ask of you. Understood?” She asks as she towers over you at the edge of the bed. Not being able to form words you opt to just nod your head and she hums in satisfaction. The next moments are a blur as she rids you both of your clothing and sits in front of you.

Natasha is quick to tie your hands to the headboard along with tying your feet to the ends of the bed. She then slowly crawls up your body and you can see that her once green eyes are fully blown.

“Tell me how much you want me” She commands as she starts to attack your neck and not only leaves hickeys but leaves bite marks. Your breath hitches in your throat as she speaks and even though you know she’s dominant right now you can see her desperation.

“I want you so bad mommy. Please please please ruin me” You beg pulling at your restraints and groaning when you realize you aren’t able to touch her.

She doesn’t waste any time as she quickly takes on of your nipples in her mouth and starts sucking. You moan loudly at the sensation of her mouth on one of your tits and her hand on the other. Natasha moves to the other nipple giving it the same attention as the other as you let out a satisfied groan.

After she has had her fill of your tits she starts slowly kissing and biting down your body drawing a little blood. She licks over the bite marks to soothe them before she came face to face with your pussy. She takes a second to admire your bare body and pussy before giving it a small kiss. Natasha groans as you buck your hips against her lips as she kisses you.

“So desperate” She comments before she spreads your lips and attaches hers to your clit. You buck your hips and moan as she starts sucking on your clit like a woman starved. Natasha shoves her tongue into your pussy and groans once she feels how tight you are. She continues to lick from your hole to your clit in fast motions and you scream in response.

“I-I’m gonna cum p-please can i cum?” You asks desperately as she picks up the pace and starts sucking faster. She doesn’t respond just nods at your question since she’s too wrapped up in how you taste to speak. That’s when you feel the coil in your stomach snap and you cum all over her face and tongue with a scream. The redhead licks you clean with a smile on her face before she continues with her plans for the night.

“Such a good and sweet girl” She praises as she licks her fingers and crawls back up your body. Once she reaches your stomach she straddles your thighs and runs her hands all over your body.

“So perfect, So soft, So sweet, So pretty” She says as she looks at you with nothing but love in her eyes. Who knew a big bad vampire could love someone this much? definitely not you but you relish in her love anyway.

“You know i love you right? You know you’re everything to me right?” She asks before she pecks your lips slightly.

“Yes mommy i know you love me, I love you too” You say bashfully at the woman you love more than anything.

“Good girl” She praises again and decides to untie you so you can finally touch her. And once you’re free your hands quickly make way to her hips and you give them a soft squeeze. You two spend a few moments in a heated make out before Natasha grows eager and needs more of you.

She gets up off of you despite you making grabby hands for her to come back. When she comes back she has your favorite double ended dildo and vibrator in her hand. Your eyes light up and the toys as she walks back over to you and straddles you yet again. She takes her time playing with you by running her hands up and down your soft skin. Her eyes flicker from red to green as her hunger for you grows. You can see her fangs pop out and her tongue run across them in anticipation.

“You can feed on me- it’s okay” You say softly as you run your thumb over the black veins under her eyes. Natasha stares at you with bewilderment for a minute processing what you said. She’s never actually fed on you before, Sure she will bite you here and there nut she’s never fed. The reason being that she doesn’t want to hurt you, She loves you, Your her precious girl and she doesn’t want you to be in pain.

Her eye flicker upwards to yours as if she’s silently asking for more permission.

“I trust you- if anything i’ve kinda been wanting you too” You admit shyly and that’s what sells it for her. She settles herself fully on your hips before leaning down and brushing your hair away from your neck. It takes her a moment before she does anything because she has to reel herself in. She finally decides to let her fangs out and sink them into your neck.

“Oh fuck-“ You moan at the sensation you had expected it to hurt but in reality it feels so fucking good. She takes her time as she slowly drinks the crimson liquid from your veins. Nothing Natasha had ever tasted before had been as good as how you taste. She keeps going for a minute or two and in those moments you are in pure bliss. Your fingers tangle themselves in her hair and you moan loudly as she takes her fangs out.

“You taste better than the finest wine in the world Dekta” She praises before she licks the mark to soothe it. The sensation is enough to make you finish right then and there but you hold out.

“Please fuck me Vladelets” (master) The need in your voice makes the older woman smile. She simply nods and grabs the strap and brings one side to your lips. You immediately know what she wants you to do so you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. She then takes the bright red strap and smacks it against your tongue a few times before you start sucking. You bring it as far as you can in your mouth and start bobbing your head getting it nice and wet for her.

Natasha lets you go at it for a minute before pulling it out of your mouth and replacing it with the other side. You eagerly repeat your previous actions and get the other side wet. Once she’s satisfied with how wet it is she climbs down your body to your pussy. She rubs the tip of one side up and down your pretty folds before she slowly inserts it into you in a swift motion.

You let out a loud moan once the strap is in and the redhead smiles sinfully before she props your knees up. You give her a questioning look as she places herself on top of your pussy. She takes the other side of the dildo and inserts it into herself and grinds her hips against yours.

“Fuck yes-“ Her moan comes out breathy as she feels the tip hit her g-spot. The both of you find your hands on each others hips as you both start grinding against each other. Natashas head falls back as she lets out a guttural moan at the moment unfolding in front of her.

“F-Feels s-so g-good” You stutter out when she picks up her pace and thrusts into you onsite and of grinding against you. Natasha is quick to grab the vibrator and place it in between you two right on your clits.

“OH FUCK!” The both of you scream in unison when she turns it onto the highest setting. She picks up the pace of her thrusts and decides to just ruin you.

“You’re so pretty dekta, look at you a complete mess for me so fucking pretty” She grunts out and her grip on your thigh becomes tighter. She’s so close and she can tell you are to by the way you’re breathing.

“Fuck i’m gonna cum baby-please please make me cum-Oh fuck!” You scream as your orgasm comes ripping through you and you squirt all over the redhead. When she feels your warm juices hit her skin that’s when she comes undone and fucks you both through her orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit” She breathes out as she finally stops thrusting and takes a second to breathe, before turning off the vibrator and taking the toy of of you both. You groan at the loss of the strap but quickly forget about it as Natasha lays down next to you.

“That was amazing” The words barley come out above a whisper as they fall from your lips. The older woman looks at you before pulling you to lay on her chest.

“I told you i could make hide and seek fun” She jokes as she runs her fingers through your hair and smiles.

“Yea i guess you’re right” You chuckle in agreement before you yawn and nuzzle into her chest and listen to her heartbeat.

“I gotta clean you up dekta” She says as she tries to move you but you tell her that you both can just shower tomorrow that you dont wanna move. Natasha lets out a soft laugh at your antics before she pulls the blanket over the both of you and holds you tight.

“Goodnight my sweet girl” She whispers as she leaves a kiss on your temple.

“Goodnight my little vamp” You mumble as you drift off into one of the best night sleeps of your life.

~the end~

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[itsabouttimex2]

I just wanted to ask if you have posted these oneshots on Ao3 as i've found a fic posting them and wanted to check its actually you

(That’s me, alright! I went ahead and changed my name there to match my Tumblr! Thank you very much for checking in with me on this! Also, since we’re here… I’ll go ahead and drop a fluff fic I only uploaded to AO3! Also, this isn’t my usual content, so I’m unfamiliar with proper tags- if there’s one you’d like added, please tell me!)

Hands-On Reunion

Macaque is sure that he’ll end up killing Wukong one of these days, absolutely. He’d find a reason (which would probably be very easy), and then he’d find a way (which would probably take a few hundred years).

And since he’s already got a reason right here and right now, Macaque can get to finding his method of execution all the sooner.

Well, once Wukong is done having his fun.

“Sorry, bud!” The Great Sage says, his fingers dancing over Macaque’s ribs. The ebon monkey writhes under the teasing touch, gnashing his teeth in anger and lashing his tail about. “But we both know you’ve earned this a few times over, huh?”

Okay, so maybe he was occasionally taking food from Wukong’s kitchen. And occasionally stealing away his little monkeys for naps and company. And occasionally entertaining himself with his rival’s console whenever the Great Sage was out.

…very frequently, actually.

So frequently, in fact, that he had gotten relaxed, complacent. His shenanigans were soon performed lazily, openly- a sort of self-brag that swelled Macaque’s confidence.

He just hadn’t expected to get caught pilfering snacks as he carried his haul through the forest.

Nor had he expected that Wukong had readied a method of “punishing” him for it.

“D-damn you! Get your hands off of me, you oversized ape! Thihihihis isn’t funny!”

“What was that, bud? I couldn’t understand! Do you mean… this?!” Wukong jokingly asks, digging his fingers into Macaque’s armpits as the ebon demon squeals. “Or this?!” The ginger follows up, wiggling his digits tortuously fast.

“Stohohohohohop! Ahahaha, Wukoooong! Knock- knock it off, you big brute!”

Both of the hair clones around Macaque chitter, holding his sable-furred limbs down as their master continues to relentlessly tickle him. One even snags his shoes and peels them away, leading Wukong to probe the now defenseless feet with his tail- only drawing louder squeals and giggles from Macaque.

The Great Sage pauses and draws back, but not to give Macaque a reprieve. Instead, he plucks out a two more hairs, blowing life into them with a single breath.

Immediately is the shadow demon besieged, his ribs and feet now being toyed with by two sets of hands each.

“You’re gohohohoing to regret this, Wukong! I swear, I’ll-“

Macaque gasps and cuts short his words when Wukong approaches from behind, lightly placing one hand on either side of his skull.

“No, Wukong, c’mon, plehehehehease! Not my ears, anywhere but my ears! I’ll be good- eeeek!”

To the Monkey King’s utter delight, his assault on Macaque’s many ears doesn’t bring forth laughter- but hooting. The umbrakinetic squirms wildly against his restraints, chittering and squealing in a primal show of lost control.

As he thrashes about in an attempt to displace the clones, Macaque kicks his feet and shrieks, hooting out threat after threat.

“Aww, bud! You sound just like a baby monkey, don’t you? That’s soooo cute!”

He’s met only with further gasps and hooting, Macaque having fully lost himself under the king’s playful assault. It’s also impossible to miss how his face reddens under the teasing, then twists back into anger-

And suddenly, purple smoke unfurls from all corners of Macaque, swelling through the air and forming into… his war form, standing tall but hunched as Macaque tried to recover from his breathless fits of laughter.

“N-nice…,” a pause, as Macaque composes himself enough to put on a dramatic air, “nice try, Wukong! But no one gets the better of me. How about we turn the tables and give you a taste of your own medicine?!

Shadowy tendrils rise smoothly from the ground, lashing around as they try to snag at Wukong’s ankles. With the great amount and speed at which they move, it’s likely they would’ve been able to catch him-

If Wukong hadn’t been ready for this moment, that is. He chuckles and casually backhands one tendril, cutting through it with sheer might. Then, using another few as a balance beam, the Monkey King swings himself into the air, pushing higher and higher as he springs off the cold constructions of darkness.

And once he’s high enough, a golden sphere of light bubbles around him- heralding his own war form, aureate and multi-armed. Macaque has precisely three seconds to register what he’s brought upon himself by upping the ante, and tries by the fourth to run.

Wukong catches him on the fifth, beginning to wrestle his rival of many centuries to the ground. Where they fall the ground cracks and splits open, deep trenches illuminated only by the Monkey King’s light.

With six arms to Macaque’s two, the Great Sage takes a quick win, pinning the sable simian’s shifted form to the ground.

“Wukong,” he bellows through the shadows, fear in his voice at the upcoming assault. “Don’t you dare-“

Laughter, loud and deep, roaring from a giant mouth. The trees shake as ponds ripple, both disturbed to their bottoms by the howling shadow monkey.

His arms are pinned up by two of Wukong’s own, the other four pushing and prodding and punching all across his torso and ribs- and again does the king’s tail find his feet, leaving Macaque squealing even louder.

Then Wukong draws a breath inwards, exhaling it across three of Macaque’s ears-

Prompting another massive fit of simian hooting, the sable demon left to kick and chitter wildly. Unfortunately for him, the thrashing did nothing to waver Wukong’s relentless hands- and only really shifted him further into a disadvantageous position.

In a last-ditch effort to escape, Macaque dispels his form shift, leaving him small enough to slip through even the divots he had left in the earth just minutes earlier.

It doesn’t save him- Wukong catches him by the tail, holding the furry appendage between two large fingers. Placing his tired rival in one large palm, he comes upon the already shaking simian with the five hands left free, each pointer finger wiggling and tickling into Macaque’s skin.

There’s a delight to be had in hearing monkeyish squealing and shouting, desperate chitters and squeaks one after the other. Wukong certainly takes a few minutes to enjoy it.

But even the Great Sage knows that there are times to get serious- and when Macaque’s sneaky yellow eyes bead up with fresh tears that threaten to spill, he pulls all hands away, observing his rival.

Macaque lies across Wukong’s massive palm, trembling weakly from the aftershocks of so much laughter and wheezing.

“Alright, alright,” Wukong chuckles, righting his disoriented rival with a single finger, propping him up. “C’mere, ya big baby!” He gives Macaque’s back a few gentle flicks, hoping that it would shock his shaken system back to normal. “Easy, bud… hey, hey… deep breathes, okay?”

“Hnnng… ahhh… huff… huff… Wu- Wukong! You- I-“

“I know, I know. You’ll “get your vengeance”, the king mockingly says, pitching his newly booming voice similar to his rival’s. “I know ya will, bud. Just settle down for right now and breathe.”

“…hmph. You’re the worst,” Macaque huffs, resting his chin against a ridge on Wukong’s palm with an exhausted pout. “Watch your back, you big ape.”

“I will, bud,” he lightly returns, bringing his rival up for a warm nuzzle, much to the latter’s embarrassment. “I’ll keep an eye out for the big, scary, Six-Eared Macaque.” Another few minutes pass with Wukong coddling the sable simian to his cheek, sharing a soothing warmth to help settle Macaque's nerves.

He pulls away slowly, regarding his fellow monkey with kind eyes.

Carefully, he rolls the umbrakinetic onto his well-tickled stomach in spite of angry protests, then starts to run a large thumb down the black-furred back. Macaque immediately relaxes, nearly purring at the pleasant sensation.

The Monkey King knew he would certainly have the favor repaid shortly thereafter, not even a full week having passed… but for right now?

Wukong would hold Macaque tight, close his eyes… and relish the closeness of his “little brother”, just like he did centuries ago.

“…I missed you, bud.”

“…yeah,” sighs Macaque, still laying on his belly and trying to keep his tail from wagging. “I know.”

“…and I missed you too.”

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since trouble doesn't know peter is spidey do you think she sometimes is amazed/confused as hell by his super strength? like he sometimes forgets himself and idk does something that requires unbelievable strength and trouble's like..... that's not normal

yes. peter’s gotten good at acting like a normal human, and since he pushes spidey to the back, his powers aren’t as strong as they normally are, but he’s still a fucking hero.

like, one time he came over to help trouble rearrange her dorm room and she’s doing her best to keep up but when he, quite literally, picks her desk up with two hands on either side, and turns around with no sign of struggle with a ‘where you want this one, trouble?’

she’s like a guppy, staring at him in shock, not that she thought he was weak, but she didn’t know he was that strong.

and peter realizes where he messed up so he pretends to weaken his stance, ‘c’mon, trouble, it’s getting heavy.’ and that snaps her from her trance and points against the opposite wall and stares at him until he slowly sets it down.

‘you’re very strong.’

peter’s quick to avoid eye contact, ‘nah, not really. you should see tarrent move shit around, he puts me to shame.’

———

peter’s kicking his feet and squirming around on his bed.

‘stop it! you’re being a menace!’

her fingers won’t stop digging underneath his armpits, a jolt each time she tickles him.

‘i told you i’m not ticklish!’

‘liar, liar!’ he tries to roll over, but she’s stationary on his lap.

‘c’mon, trouble! quit it!’

a vicious giggle, ‘make me!’

she thought she had him pinned down, she didn’t. peter just let her think she did. her hands scramble to grab his, thinking if she went flying away it would help.

her back hit the bed, peter had tossed her to the side with one hand. he shifted to lay over her, holding her in place with one hand on her tummy.

her squirm made peter smile, ‘made you.’

she fought against his hold, she really did. it felt like sleep paralysis, she used all her might but she couldn’t even get her neck off the bed.

pushing at peters hand she felt a little too trapped, kicking her feet and trying to roll to her side. he had her locked in.

she wasn’t having fun anymore, ‘peter, stop!’ he thought she was, can he not feel her fighting?

‘nuh uh, you’re just gonna attack me again.’

she feels hot, ‘you’re too strong, get off!’ he rolls his eyes, ‘you can’t sweeten me up, trouble. i know your games.’

she wheezes, ‘peter, please let go.’

she gasps for air the second he removes his hand, she didn’t realize how hard he was crushing her until he moved away.

peter throws her shirt up, his eyes dancing over the skin making sure she isn’t bruised.

‘are you hurt?’

‘no, you were just… when did you get so strong?’

peter’s heart is racing, ‘i didn’t- i’m not. maybe you were tired from tormenting me?’

‘you immobilized me without even trying.’

‘i tried plenty, you’re a fighter.’

‘okay, but like…’ she squeezes at his biceps, ‘have you been working out more?’

‘if you want me more squishy just tell me.’

her eyes narrow, ‘you’re deflecting. if it’s steroids you can’t hide it from me, cause your dick is gonna shrivel up.’

‘do you really think i could shove a needle into my own arm? i’d die.’

‘deflecting!’

peter’s panicking, it’s his fault, he got too into you he forgot about holding back. he’s got to charm his way out of it.

‘is it wrong to wanna look good for my baby?’

his name came out in a squeal, she went hiding into his touch.

‘petey! stop!'

[holdmytesseract]

Hello bestie!!

First of all congratulations for 2k!!🎊🎊❤ I absolutely loveee your idea of the campfire and I'm here for it 🙋🏻‍♀️

Character: Tom hiddleston

Song (505 by arctic monkeys) :

"But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"

Maybe some angst with a happy end (?) Cant wait what you come up with!! Lots of love <3🤍🎀

Hard To Say Goodbye

Warnings: angst? fluff, dad!Tom!

Word Count: blurb

a/n: @muddyorbsblr helped me a bit along and inspired me, so this happened. I really hope you like it, friend! 💚

"You'll have to fly to Hawaii tomorrow?" You responded kinda shocked; trying your hardest to keep your focus on the road. From the other end of the line, you received a deep sigh. "Tomorrow, yes." You stopped at a red light and blew a raspberry into the heated air of the car.

"Evie isn't going to like this, babe... She really looks forward to spend the second week of the autumn holidays with us. Well, especially with you..."

Another deep, almost painful sigh escaped your husband's lips. "I know, darling, I know... It hurts me to the core, but I can't change it. I signed up to this. It's my obligation to be there. If I would've know that they wished to start shooting Skull Island in October, I would've planned things differently."

Hearing Tom's words caused you to feel bad as well. You didn't mean to blame him or wanted him to blame himself.

"Babe, please stop blaming yourself. It's not your fault. I'm just sad for our baby." "Me too, love..." Tom swallowed hard. "Did you pick her up already?" "No, I'm just on my way to your mom's." "Alright... I'll be home in about an hour as well. Then I'll talk to Evie, okay?" You nodded to yourself. "Alright. See you later. Love you, babe." "I love you, too."

After picking up your excited six-year-old and drove back home, Tom was already home as well. The light in the bathroom was switched on and the delicious smell of his aftershave, shower gel and cologne mingling in the air was proof enough. "Baby, I think daddy's home already from his gym session," you told Evie with a smile on your face as you helped her untie her shoelaces.

An excited gurgle left her lips. "I missed daddy so much!" You giggled; knowing very well that she did. Evie was a daddy's girl - from the very day of her birth. "I know, sweetie. I-" The sound of a door falling into it's hinges cut off your sentence.

Tom had left the bathroom.

Evie's eyes widened. She quickly and clumsily kicked off her shoes, "Daddy!" and stumbled to run around the corner. "Daddy!"

Tom had barely closed the door behind him, when he heard the sound of small feet against the wooden floor and his daughter's happy voice. A big smile stretched across the actor's face. He squatted down; still only in boxers, due to fact that he just took a shower and waited for Evie to run into his arms.

And she did.

"Daddyyyy!" The little girl with blond-brown locks squealed and threw herself in her father's arms. "Hey, sweetheart." Tom lifted her off the ground; hugging his daughter tightly and inhaling her scent. He had definitely missed her. "I missed you so much, peanut." Evie giggled and cuddled closer against Tom; wrapping her little legs around his bare waist. "I missed you, too."

Tom peppered her forehead and cheek with kisses, before he slowly let her stand on her own two feet again, but still squatted down to be on eye level with the child. "Did you have a great few days at granny's? Did you keep her on her t- Oh, hello, darling."

You had get rid of your shoes as well and decided to join the small family reunion - but now your body was struggling between suffering from an ovary explosion because of the cuteness Evie and Tom radiated together, or drooling all over your husband. Since he had to start training for his role as James Conrad in his upcoming movie 'Kong: Skull Island', he built up a lot of muscles - and now that he was almost naked, it really showed.

You swallowed; trying hard not to lose your shit in front of your daughter.

"Hey, babe."

Tom quickly picked up Evie again and walked over to you, in order to press a kiss on your lips. You threatened to burst.

"Daddy, can we go play? Nana got me a new doll for my tea parties!" Tom reluctantly broke the kiss and nodded at the girl on his arm. "Of course, peanut. You still have to tell me what you did together with granny. I just have to get dressed. Go already ahead, okay?" She nodded and happily jumped down the hallway towards her room.

In the meantime, you got your brain working properly again; remembering that you could have this handsome man all to yourself tonight.

You placed your palms on his muscular pecs. "You should really talk to her, babe..." Tom nodded sadly; arms enveloping your body. "I have to, I know." You cupped your husbands chiselled cheeks and kissed him lovingly. "I'll start dinner."

The rest of the evening was overshadowed by Tom having to leave for Hawaii tomorrow. Evie always hated it, when her father left the country to film, but in that very moment, it made her even sadder - and that didn't change no matter how much Tom tried to make it up to her.

And the next morning wasn't better...

Thick crocodile tears ran down Evie's face as she watched Tom packing his last few things. "Daddy don't go," she sobbed; clinging onto Tom's leg.

His heart broke all over again. He couldn't help himself but to lift her up in his arms again. She was getting pretty heavy now. After all, she wasn't a toddler anymore, but the Brit didn't care at all. She was his little girl and his fatherly instincts strong.

"I am so sorry, peanut. Daddy doesn't want to leave, but unfortunately he has to. It's his job, you know..." He pressed a kiss against her cheek and gently brushed her tears away with his thumb. "I promise you, that I'll call you every night for your bedtime story." Evie rubbed her red, teary eyes. "And before I go to school?" Tom nodded. "And before you go to school."

That reassured the girl at least a little bit.

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[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: @hearted-anon 👀

𝙩/𝙬: use of restraints, rough tickling, changbin works too hard smh

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: hyunjin

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Changbin worked a lot. Sure, it was difficult for him to admit so, but deep down he was aware that he worked a little too much for someone who was supposed to be taking a break.  

He woke up pretty early in the morning, drank TWO cups of coffee, and then made his usual protein shake and grabbing his bag to head down to the gym. 

Two hours later and he was walking back, skin dewy from his shower and then he was working, either dancing, singing, or rapping—or maybe even all three, until he had lunch. 

Then he was producing some new music. He would sit at his desk [or maybe the couch?] and he would work on new music all day and even throughout the night, where he fell asleep at a ungodly time. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe he worked a lot. He never really did things for fun outside his free time, did he? 

Hyunjin frowned when he caught Changbin laying on the couch, phone in his hand. “What are you doing?”

Changbin looked up with a smile. “Hi, Hyunnie!!” He sang, rising from the couch with a groan and running to cling onto the younger. 

Hyunjin shook his head fondly as Changbin buried his head into his chest, and he ruffled his hyung’s hair. God, he was too sweet. 

“Um—so hyung, why are you still working? It’s so late.” Hyunjin asked, cupping the shorter’s cheeks and squishing them with an ever-rising love growing in his chest.

“Mmm…don’t wanna…” Binnie suddenly yawned, and Hyunjin glanced at the face, a feeling of exhaustion settling over it. 

“You should really rest, hyung. You look super-duper tired.” Jinnie sighed, moving his arms down and wrapping them around the bunny’s belly. “C’mon. Pretty please?”

“Mmhm…noo…” Binnie whined, squealing when Hyunjin teasingly poked his ribs. 

“C’mon hyung~” Suddenly Changbin could feel the air turning mischievous, and he immediately scrambled to protect himself. 

“W-Wait wait—HYUNJIN!!” He shrieked suddenly when he was full body thrown onto the couch, feet dangling over the edge as Hyunjin easily got the upper hand. 

”Keep ‘em up or it gets 10x worse.“ Hyunjin grabbed the older’s arms and squeezed, pulling them easily over the bunny’s head. 

Binnie gulped, firmly grabbing the edge of the couch above his head, just as Hyune began to untuck his shirt. 

“You still don’t wanna take a break, huh?” Jinnie scoffed, opening up the dwaekki’s shirt up to his highest rib, smiling at the familiar way Binnie’s legs kicked suddenly as cold air hit his skin. 

“H-Hyunjin…please!! The others are sleeping!!” Binnie hissed, cheeks flushing a furious red when Hyunjin traced down his arms. “Then you better stay extra quiet, hm?”

“Hyuhuhunjihin pleeheheeaasee!!” Binnie giggled, unable to hold back his sweet giggles as Hyunjin traced around his small, rounded tummy, the skin unbearably sensitive. 

“Plehehehease dohohohon’t!!” He snickered, tangling his hands in his hair as Hyunjin continued to happily keep the older giggling beneath him. 

“Don’t what?” Hyunjin feigned cluelessness, continuing his small movements across Binnie’s torso, trapping the boy’s knees further when the rapper began to kick desperately behind him with a high pitched squeal. 

“Dohohon’t tihihickle mehehehe—PLEHEASEE!!” Changbin pleaded when Hyunjin moved to his ribs, grabbing the smaller’s rib cage and shaking it to pull louder belly laughter from his hyung. 

“Please what? Please keep tickling my sweet little ribs? Please keep on making me laugh? You have to specify, bunny~” Hyunijin cooed, and Changbin squeezed his eyes shut, a flustered pink blush coating his ears. 

“Plehehease KEEHEHeeep ohon mahahahaking me lahahahaugh!!” Poor Changbin giggled flusteredly. 

Hyunjin’s heart almost exploded. “Gosh, hyung, you’re just so cute.” He mused, skittering his fingers along the dwaekki’s upper torso, mainly his armpits. Binnie begged, the words fading into frantic laughter as he kicked his legs desperately behind Hyune. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!”

Hyunjin only continued his scribbling along his hyung’s armpits, Changbin shaking his head as he cackled and tried to keep his arms up. Only, the dancer continued with his relentless teasing until Binnie couldn’t bear it anymore, throwing his hands down to grip at Hyunjin’s. 

“Oop. They’re down~” Hyune cooed, grabbing his belt from behind him and using it to buckle the poor dwaekki’s wrists to the heavy chair behind them. 

“Thahat’s so unfair!!” Binnie complained. Not that he minded, he always got wrecked worse when he was tied down and helpless. 

“You’re the one tied down. I make the rules here.” Hyune declared, gently rubbing down Binnie’s legs as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Tummy time~” Hyunjin returned to Changbin’s belly. He always did. 

“W-Wahait…No rahaspberries pleheasee!!” Changbin stuttered, eyes widening in anticipation as Hyunjin pressed a small kiss to his torso. 

“Oh? I wasn’t gonna do it (he was), but now thanks for that idea!” Hyunjin exclaimed, leaning closer to the older’s belly. 

The fact that Binnie couldn’t move at all had him nervously twitching and squeezing his eyes shut. 

He suddenly shrieked when the raspberry landed—not on his tummy—but on that torturously ticklish area right beneath Bin’s pecs that always had him howling. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUNJIHIHIHIN!!” He screamed in betrayal, squealing frantically when the buzzing sensation only continued. 

Binnie started to cry with mirth, shaking his head side to side as Hyunjin aimed for the sides of his chest, and the younger was suddenly startled as a long, sharp wail tore out of the bunny’s throat. 

Frightened that he had hurt him, Hyunjin abruptly stopped. Right in the middle of the raspberry. 

Changbin choked on a peal of laughter, panting hard and Hyunjin began to feel the worst. The dwaekki seemed to be genuinely out of breath. 

“Hyung…hyung, I’m so s-sorry…are you okay?” Hyunjin immediately scrambled to unbuckle and grasp at Binnie’s arms. 

“Yeahah…why’d youhu stop lihike that...?”  Changbin heaved. 

“I…I thought I’d hurt you…” Hyunjin suddenly gasped, and Bin sat up immediately, grabbing at the dancer’s shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug. 

“No. No, you didn’t hurt me, baby…what made you think so?” Binnie cooed, and Hyunjin coughed for a second before responding. “You sounded like you were in pain.”

Changbin laughed. “Nonono love, it just…um—you know—tickled…too much.” He cleared his throat in embarrassment. 

Hyunjin looked up at him with a mischievous smirk. 

“Hyune…Hyunjin.” Changbin immediately began to back up, the younger crawling towards him all the same. 

Binnie shrieked when his back hit the headboard and suddenly Hyunjin was wrestling him down and managing to pin the older yet again. 

“Let’s move here?” Hyunjin tapped gently on the skin of the rapper’s thigh, gently rolling up his shorts to expose the inner area. 

“Nohoho…I really can’t tahake ihit there!” Changbin stared in horror as Hyunjin began to gently wiggle his fingers, nearing the skin gently…slowly. 

Suddenly, Hyunjin’s knees were pinning Binnie’s apart and his hands were scribbling torturously up and down the skin, causing the poor rapper to wail desperately through his loud cackles. 

“WAHAHHAHAAHAHAIT!! IHIT TIHICKLES TOO MUHUCH PLEHEHEASEE!!”

“How could I? I love your thighs, so soft and perfect.” Hyunjin replied, looking fondly down at his beautiful hyung, smile wide and happy. 

“NOHO—WAIT—CHAHAHAHANGE SPOHOHOHOTS I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” Changbin wailed, kicking his legs out fruitlessly. 

Instead of moving to a spot where Bin could handle it, of course, Hyunjin then grabbed his ankle, running his nails down the taut skin, moving half of his fingers to the inner part of Bin’s feet. 

Changbin nearly saw god. High pitched squeals tore themselves out of his throat and his mind was breaking. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAAHAAAHA I CAHAHANT!!” 

“Really? Even your ankles are so unbearable ticklish that I have you squealing here beneath me? What about these little feet then, hm?” Hyune then switched to said spot, and Changbin’s laughter went silent immediately, only coming back wilder. 

“HYUHHUHUNE WAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEASE!!” Changbin screamed. “MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP OHO GOHOHOHOD!!” 

“Only if you agree to take a break with me.”

Binnie gave in immediately, especially because fingers began to torturously tickle at his thighs again. 

“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY!! IHIHILL TAHAKE A BREEHEHEHEHEAK!! IHI PROHIHOHOMISE!!”

Hyunjin let up on that spot, moving back to his hyung’s belly to give him a breather. 

Binnie panted as Hyunjin let him go, laying his fluffy hair on the bunny’s bare tummy and sighing in satisfaction. 

Changbin slept that night peacefully, as did a warm ferret who snored away on his hyung’s soft tummy, hands kneading gently at the older’s thighs. 

Safe to say, Hyunjin got to spoil his hyung the next day with all the lovely things, and the break was certainly well-deserved. 

[reidslovely]

Bambi!! I have a request, my love!

Frat!Peter taking you and your little baby daughter on a picnic sometimes because he just wants to spend time alone with his girls ♡ maybe she's a bit older by now and he just chases her around a field and they pick flowers to bring to momma? he's so girl dad I'm gonna cry. okay, anyway, love you, love frat!Peter, hope you have a lovely day/night

Tana my love I love you so much!! I adore this thought and while listening to my cute little domestic Peter playlist Hozier's In a Week came on and it only fueled me to write more...thus I give you this cute little blurb..

We'd Become the Flowers

(please reblog or comment in place of liking/hearting this post pretty please)

Grass and flowers crushed under Peter's bare feet as he chased the three year old around the field. “Maisy, Maisy, Maisy May.” He said your little girl's name in a sing-song voice pretending not to be able to catch up with the little girl. 

“Be careful you two I don’t need another coffee table incident.”

Peter and the little girl's ears peaked at your voice yelling into the field. 

“I only needed a few stitches.” Peter defends himself, hearing you laugh. Snatching the curly haired toddler into his arms blowing a soft raspberry on her cheek. 

Her soft giggles and squeals of more filled the air in the meadow, you lounged lazily on the yellow checkered blanket with your finals study guide/homework scattered around you. Peter could see a blur of your hair color and the blue sundress hazy in the sunlight. 

“Wanna help daddy?” Peter asked, kissing his daughter's head spinning her around. 

“Wanna help.” She says kicking her legs as Pete puts her down picking a handful of flowers. She watches him intently grabbing from yellow and pink flowers. “For momma.” 

Peter nodded in response. “Of course.” 

Peter watched her adoringly, she was the perfect mix of the two of you. She was so little but her heart already held your passion and kindness. Her need for adventure and terrible two’s coming from him. He thanked whatever sent you to him, and whatever got him here. He sat in the grass pretending to bite at the flower his daughter was putting in his face.

 These were his favorite days, all day picnics in upstate. He felt a joy he knew all too familiar. It was the same feeling he held going to ball games with Ben growing up, but now he was happy to be on the other end. 

Peter carried his daughter on his hip as he walked back, her little arms tucked full of the flowers they had picked. Maisy insisted she was big and strong enough to carry them all. 

“What is this?” Your head craned up to look at them and the heat built in Peter’s chest and face. 

“Just a little gift for momma.” Peter smiles sitting Maisy down as she handed you the bouquet, which of itself was pretty impressive. 

“Awe thank you Maisy May.” You said kissing your daughter's head flattening out her hair. Maisy smiled hugging her arms around your neck and Peter took a mental picture tucking it away into his long term memory. 

“Everything okay?” You had asked him after a bit of him just sitting and staring, your daughter half asleep in your lap. Your fingers played with her curls as Peter's chin rested on his knee. He smiled and twirled one of the pink flowers from the batch. 

“Everything is perfect bashful, I got my girls.” 

Hope you enjoyed this small little blurb friend 🫶🏼 it was so cute.

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[breakerwind]

Nirei’s Notebook

Lee!Nirei / Ler!Sakura

Summary: Sakura thinks that he caught Nirei writing bad things about him in his notebook. When Nirei refuses to show him, Sakura resorts to tickling him until he does.

A/N: I didn’t read this after writing it so pls ignore any mistakes

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“Show me!” Sakura threw his hands at Nirei’s notebook, trying to grab it.

Nirei held it behind his back and took a few steps backward. “No! It’s private.”

Sakura had caught Nirei sneakily writing something about him in his notebook and was determined to find out what it was. Was it bad? He assumed it was since he could’ve sworn that he’d seen a stupid little frowny face next to his name.

“It’s not private if it’s my name, dumbass! Now show me what the hell you were writing!” Sakura shouted, charging at poor Nirei. He rammed into the blond, knocking both boys to the floor.

Sakura landed on top of Nirei, sitting on his waist. He froze for a second before blushing and quickly trying to grab the notebook from Nirei’s hands.

Nirei was swift. He managed to sway his hands in the air fast enough to keep Sakura from grabbing the notebook. He was doing so good, until…

“GaHA- Wuhu…wahait, stop!”

Sakura had jammed a finger into Nirei’s exposed armpit, making him clamp his arms down. The notebook was now in reach and easy to grab, but Sakura didn’t even realize it. He was too focused on the giggles that had come from Nirei to notice.

He looked surprised, although he’d heard Nirei laugh plenty of times. Sakura tried something new, poking the boy’s belly a few times. 

“Sahakura, no!” Nirei giggled, kicking his feet. He tried to grab Sakura’s fingers, but they were too attached to his stomach to be removed. He kept poking Nirei’s ticklish belly until Nirei finally grabbed the notebook and threw it at Sakura’s chest.

Even then, Sakura didn’t pay attention to what he’d originally harassed the boy for. Right now, he was too busy trying out new spots to tickle. He wondered if different spots caused different laughter…

“Thehere! There’s the nohoteboohohok! Tahake it!” Nirei pleaded. Sakura responded with a few squeezes to Nirei’s sides, making him squirm around beneath the stronger boy. 

“GahAHah! Pluhuhease, take the nohotebook!” Nirei giggled, weakly pushing Sakura’s arms away from his sensitive sides. “Ahand stop looking ahat me like thahat!”

Sakura snapped back into reality. “What do you mean, ‘like that’?! The hell am I looking at you like?” He asked, starting to squeeze his sides roughly, even letting his fingers rise up to his ribs. They pinched and poked, making Nirei squeal and whine.

“I mehean…youhohou look like ahAHaho crahazy man!” Nirei managed to speak, although Sakura could barely understand what he was saying.

“I look crazy? Well…uh, you look stupid!” Sakura retorted, now shoving his fingers under Nirei’s arms. Nirei flailed his legs in the air and slammed his palms against the floor.

“WahAHAHoHOah! GAha, Sahakura!” He yelped. He tried to think of ways to escape, but his mind shut off when Sakura scratched the center of his armpit. “FUhuck! SAHAkaHAra!”

Sakura chuckled, pleased with himself. “Call me crazy again, I dare you!” He teased, holding one of Nirei’s wrists above his head and placing his index finger on the center of his armpit. He let it sit on the ticklish spot, not moving it an inch. “Do it!” He desperately wanted a reason to tickle the fuck out of Nirei.

“NOHahoHO! No! I’m sohorry!” Nirei squealed, using his free hand to whack Sakura’s head. “Lehemme go!”

Sakura huffed and puffed before freeing Nirei’s wrist. There was a moment of silence between the two for a moment.

“Are…are you gonna get off of me?” Nirei asked. Sakura quickly hopped off of his waist, embarrassed. When he looked down at his feet out of embarrassment, he saw Nirei’s notebook lying right beside him.

Grabbing it, he flipped through the pages, trying to find his section. Nirei watched him do this, trying to keep himself from snatching it back. He knew that he’d get tickled more if he did…

When he finally found his section, there was a note at the bottom that read: “Sakura tells me ‘Good Morning’ now.”

Beside it was a smiley face. He looked at Nirei, then back at the notebook before slamming it shut and handing it back to its owner.

“I only say good morning because it’s nice!” Sakura’s face was pink as he tried to explain himself. He wanted to seem quiet and tough, but to him, greeting Nirei with good morning went against that persona. “Don’t get the wrong idea, alright?!”

Nirei chuckled, laying the notebook down. “Okay. Well, thanks for being nice to me.” He said, a huge grin on his face.

Sakura wanted to knock some sense into Nirei, but instead replied with: “Whatever…you’re welcome…I guess.” If you looked closely enough, you would see that Sakura also had a tiny smile on his face.

“Just…don’t write smiley faces anymore! It looked like a frown and I thought something was wrong.” Sakura demanded. Nirei nodded, still smiling, although he had no intentions of quitting smiley faces anytime soon.

The day ended with Nirei telling everyone in class how Sakura couldn’t tell the difference between a smiley face and a frowny face. Nirei was lucky that Suo and Kiryu held Sakura back when he tried to lunge at him…or else the class would’ve found something else to talk about–that being how ticklish Nirei was.

[tkfanz428]

“I’m bored….”

Lee: Noah

Ler: Izzy

TDWT

Izzy sits at the corner of the plane seat, curled into a ball. She puffs her breath since Owen threatened to break up with her if she started beef again with Chef. She whines as she stays in her seat, rocking back and forth, popping bubbles in her mouth.

“Ugh…. Could you be any louder…?” Noah groaned, he covered his ears before lifting his legs. He laid them down right next to Izzy, big mistake of his… a thought lifted her frown into a smile…

He felt his shoe getting lose, before he could tug it. He felt a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Hey? Izzy? Wait what’re you-?!” He watched his shoe tumble on the ground, he then saw his sock fall on the ground.

“Hope you ready Noah…” Izzy giggles, she lifted her free hand, wiggling her fingers in the air. Noah tried to tug his foot away, his hands kept sliding off the seat.

“AGH!!!!” Noah squealed, his foot shook with every finger that spidered up his toes. Izzy giggles, she traps Noah’s toes, she watches as he desperately twitches. Noah bangs his head against the seat, he covers his head, laughing harder every second.

“Shouldn’t we stop this?” Tyler questions,

“I don’t know I kinda wanna watch what happens next.” Owen leans on his hand.

“Well we can call this free entertainment.” Alejandro smirks, Noah turns to him, trying to hold a glare and his puffed up laughs. Izzy pauses for a moment, Noah gasps as he lifts his head look at her.

“Okay.. you had your fun Izzy. Now let me go, or I’ll- YAGH!!!” Noah burst out laughing as Izzy snuck her hand back to his sole. This was the first time she’s heard him laugh so hard because of her. She watched as he tried to hard to curl in his foot. Noah covered his face, blocking the boys’ view of the tears flooding around his face.

“Izzy! PLEHEHEASE! STOP IT! I CANT TAKE ANY-*HIC!*-MORE!” Noah choked out, Izzy couldn’t even understand what he was saying as everything that came out his mouth was cut off by a hiccup. Noah jerked closer to the edge of the seat, he fell down to the floor. The loud thud caught Team Victory’s attention.

He started kicking with his free leg. All it felt like to Izzy was some soft shoves. She then grabbed his other ankle.

“Thank you for letting me know Noah. I agree. I think the other foot is feeling lonely.” Izzy started untying his other shoe.

“Wait! WAIT! NOHOHO! IZZY THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! IZZY LET ME GOHO!” Noah couldn’t help but laugh, if it was irritating before, it’ll definitely be hell for him now.

“Let me experiment real quick..” Izzy pecked at his socked foot, Noah squeaked, she pecked his bare foot, he squeaks once more. Izzy noticed a quicker reaction without the sock on. Noah felt the last bit of protection peel off his feet. She wrapped her arms around Noah’s defenseless legs.

“I’d rather not hog him up you guys. Anyone like a turn?” Izzy turned to the others.

Noah’s face turned pale.

“Wait, don’t bring other people into this!” Noah whimpered. It didn’t take long for everyone to gang up on him, for the next hour, he was a laughing mess.

“I’m gettin bored of just this spot. Let’s make it more fun for him..” Alejandro went to Noahs head. He pulled Noah’s arms up, exposing his sucked in belly.

“Hey-! *HIC!* Nonono please..!” Noah laughed out.

The rest of team victory all dove into his belly, all Noah could feel was the sensations of soft, cold hands rubbing and poking his belly and feet. He was struggling more to catch a breath now that his two worst spots were being mercilessly tormented. His squeals and screams began to sound more agitated than pleasurable.

His desperate cries for help eventually reached Team amazon.

Courtney intervened, forcing Izzy to let Noah go. He laid on the ground, panting, hiccuping, choking on his own giggles. His body kept twitching.

“You’re lucky I got my wiggles out now Noah. But next time it’ll be on my time only.” Izzy laid her head on the wall behind her. Her snores signaled everyone else to go back to what they were doing. Noah hugged he tightly, thanking her for saving him, at the corner of his eye, he saw Alejandro glaring at him.

His green eyes showed a sign of malice, it unnerved him slightly….

[draconisxcaput]

It Is Exceptionally Lovely Being Draco Malfoy

☆ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

☆ Word Count: 1757

☆ Summary: The moment you share together, snuggled between the bedsheets and wrapped up in each other’s early morning affections, is light and warm and everything Christmas morning is supposed to be

☆ Warnings: mentions of food (hot chocolate) alluded to pregnancy, reader and draco celebrate christmas

Soft flurries of snow are falling from the winter sky, dancing in the wind and landing delicately on the ground outside of the Malfoy’s apartment on Christmas morning. Draco wakes up gradually, the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair lulls him out of his slumber, and he turns his head towards you, grey eyes still droopy and a lazy smile pulling at his lips.

You giggle, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on his lips before you pull away, still stroking his silky locks and brushing them away from his face. “Merry Christmas, handsome.” 

Draco gives a content sigh, nuzzling into your embrace for a moment longer, and begins to pepper kisses up the expanse of your arm until he arrives at your cheek and whispers against the rosy skin, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

Your smile is beaming, and the moment you share together, snuggled between the bedsheets and wrapped up in each other’s early morning affections, is light and warm and everything Christmas morning is supposed to be.

Draco gets up first, rolling out of bed and shuffling around the room as he shrugs on a clean button-up. He looks over to you — his wife — who is still laying in bed, and sends a cheeky wink when he catches you watching him get dressed.

“Want me to wake him up?” He asks, still doing up the buttons on his shirt while giving you a knowing look.

Immediately, you groan, bringing your hands to your face, and fall back into the plush pillows behind you. “Yes please,” you mumble from behind your hands and peek between your fingers to see Draco laughing and walking over to your side of the bed before he leans down and presses another kiss to your head. You bring your hands down and cross them in front of your chest, staring at your husband with a pout on your lips. “He never makes a fuss with you, I don’t get it.”

Draco only laughs harder, pulling away with a smug grin on his face, and makes his way to the door. “I can’t help that he likes me better,” he says from the doorway with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He receives a whine in response, and he sends you one last smile before he leaves the room and walks down the hall in sock-clad feet. 

He’s quiet as he approaches the nursery, opening the door slowly, and padders over to the crib. He ducks his head under the mobile and is met with the sight of his sleepy little baby, blond hair askew at the top of his head and a tiny thumb sucked into his mouth. Draco wants to take a second to admire him, let him sleep peacefully for a little while longer; but it’s Christmas Day and there are presents underneath the tree, and he just can’t wait to spoil his favourite boy.

He brings his hand down, fingers gingerly brushing against the fabric of the infant’s pyjamas and tickling his tummy. A gurgle escapes from the back of his son’s throat before he wakes up, eyes fluttering open and little mouth parting to release his first cry of the day.

But then he sees Draco, baby blue eyes meeting sterling silver, and instead of crying, he lets out a happy squeal, kicking his feet under his blanket, and flashes his daddy a very gummy smile.

“Hey Scorp,” Draco grins down at him, scooping him up in the air and holding him out at arm’s length. 

Drool is already beginning to collect at Scorpius’s mouth as he continues to babble nonsense, and Draco takes the time to look him over, finally noticing the attire you had chosen to dress him in the previous night. “What in Salazar’s name was she thinking,” he grumbles, already walking towards the changing table with the baby still in his arms.

“Da!” Scorpius squirms in his hold, reaching out and making grabbing motions with his fists in an attempt to snuggle up against his father, but before he even gets close, Draco has him lying down on the table, a set of more appropriate jammies in his hand.

When he finishes changing the baby, he holds him up again, admiring his work, and then Scorpius is at it again, closing and reopening his fists and calling out to his father. “Dada! Dada!”

And it warms Draco’s heart really, how much Scorpius loves him. He wants to shower him in all of the love he never knew when he was a child, the love that only his wife, his soulmate could show him existed. Draco smiles warmly down at the babe once more, giving in to his insistent requests, and cradles his body against his chest, tucking his little blond head into his neck.

Walking out of the nursery is easy, Scorpius is quiet and content in his daddy’s embrace, and Draco holds him tightly as he makes his way to the family room where the fireplace is roaring, the Christmas lights are twinkling, and the crystal ornament shining in glittering letters of ‘baby’s first Christmas’ is hanging from the tree.

“What is he wearing?” You walk into the room, brows furrowed and holding two mugs of marshmallow hot chocolate in your hands as you take in your sleepy son, little arms and little legs all bundled up in a dark green onesie.

Draco cranes his neck to look down at Scorpius, and when he’s met with a very happy baby smiling back at him, he leans down to press little kisses to the crown of his head before he looks back at you and answers, simply, “Pyjamas.”

You scoff, bending down to put the mugs on the table, and come back up, eyes narrowed sceptically and hands resting on your hips. “What happened to the ones I dressed him in last night?”

“The red and gold ones?” Draco waves you off. “They were ghastly, surely you didn’t think I was going to let our son frolic around on Christmas morning dressed as a bloody Gryffindor.” 

“They weren’t Gryffindor related! They were festive!” You squeak, and Scorpius has taken to teething on the collar of Draco’s shirt.

“Well, these are festive too,“ he gestures to the green cotton onesie. “And if you ask me, I think the green suits him more anyways.” 

Scorpius makes a sound of agreement, humming around the fabric in his mouth, and your expression softens as you walk over to your little family, cupping your husband’s cheek and stroking his skin softly. “You’re very lucky I love you.” And then you’re pulling the baby out of Draco’s grasp, shushing him soothingly when he makes a wail of protest.

“I know my sweet boy, I know,” you cradle him just as Draco had been doing before, “It’s still early for you, I know, but it’s your first Christmas, and mummy and daddy have so many presents for you.”

There’s a pout resting on Draco’s lips as he watches you take the baby, and he chases after you, trailing behind like a lost puppy as you head toward the tree. “I hope you don’t plan on hogging him all day,” he plops down on the floor, right amongst the sea of gifts, “He’s my son too, you kn—“

You plant yourself right in his lap, snuggling into his chest and bouncing Scorpius in your arms. He goes soft immediately, his own arms snaking around your waist and peering over your shoulder to look at your little bundle of joy, giggling and squealing with delight. You lean back, angling your head to look up at him, “Better?” You ask.

He nods, agreeing, “Better,” and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

It isn’t even an hour later when wrapping paper is littering the floor, new toys are flooding the room, and a bright green dragon, plush and bigger than Scorpius’ little body is clutched between his chubby hands. 

You’ve left the room, gone to fetch “just a little surprise” for Draco, who is currently lying on the floor, squeezing and tickling his son’s little clothed feet. When you come back in, you’re holding a small, lidded box, all wrapped up in a sparkling fennel bow. He takes it from you curiously, one of his fine brows arched as he looks back and forth between the small parcel in his hand and the woman standing across from him. 

“I thought we said no gifts…?”

Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you bring clasped hands up to your mouth to hide your excitement. “I know,” you say gently, “but this one didn’t cost a thing.”

And under any other circumstance, he’s sure he wouldn’t open it, too filled with pride to accept a present from his wife when he himself is empty-handed. But as you stare at him expectantly, eyes shining brighter than the star at the top of the tree, he realizes he doesn’t feel guilt at all. All he feels is love. 

Shooting you one last glance to which you nod her head encouragingly, he begins to pull at the ribbon, unravelling the bow completely before he moves on to the lid of the box. He’s not really sure what he’s expecting, but when his eyes make contact with the white stick sitting atop the plush tissue paper, he all but freezes into place because two pink lines are staring at Draco Malfoy right in his perfectly sculpted face. 

There’s a pregnant pause, and though it's cliche, no other word could describe it so perfectly. Draco’s mouth is parted with awe when he looks up and there are already tears in your eyes as you kneel to the floor in front of him, Scorpius pulled into your lap, and a bashful grin stretching across your cheeks.

“You’re pregnant?” It comes out choked, his bottom lip wobbling ever so slightly.

After transferring Scorpius to one arm and using the other to brush Draco’s unruly bangs from his face, you laugh happily. “Yeah, baby,” you breathe, tucking his blond strands behind his ear. “I’m pregnant.”

There’s a storm outside and yet Draco is sure he’s never felt warmer.

He sits on the floor, his son in his arms, and the promise of a lifetime with the love of his life resting in his palm. He is quite literally holding his world in his hands, and it occurs to him, then and there, that it truly is exceptionally lovely being Draco Malfoy.

[alltoowelltom]

a missed chance

tom holland x single mom!reader

from this request here

note: this is a repost! i've been having so many issues with tumblr and posts not showing up so i decided it was best to just re-upload <3

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Almost three years ago Tom came to the conclusion that he'd missed his chance. The photo of two pink lines on a stick you'd sent to the group chat with no caption was an image that Tom saw whenever he closed his eyes. It haunted him in the middle of the night and clouded his mind when he sat in traffic. It summed up the situation, as he saw it - he'd waited too long and the opportunity for your will-they-won't-they friendship to ever grow into something more had slipped out of his grasp.

He settled into his role as Uncle Tom wonderfully. As the eldest of four he'd always been great with kids and he loved your young son as if he were Tom's own, but the tension in your friendship never quite fizzled out.

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Your phone rang as you sat on a park bench, watching Alfie play in the sandbox just a few meters away.

"Hello?"

"Love, you've got to start checking the caller ID before you answer." Tom chastised lightly on the other end of the line.

"Tom!" you squeal, drumming your feet on the concrete ground. "Does this mean you've landed?!"

"I'm touching solid ground," he confirms. "Back in the land of hope and glory."

"Good," you grin. "I've missed you."

"Yeah?" you don't miss the hope in Tom's voice and if you could see him, you'd notice the crinkles by his eyes that only appeared when he received really good news.

"Does that mean I can come over this evening?" he wonders aloud.

"I wouldn't complain," you shrug. "It's your first night back though, you don't want to see your family or anything?"

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Tom shakes his head. "You and Alfie are family."

As if being summoned, Alfie begins to whine from the sandbox, seemingly done with the plastic shovel in his hand as he holds his arms in the air, wanting to be picking up by you.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you tonight," you say. "Talk soon."

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"How's my little man?" Tom asks, scooping Alfie up as he runs towards where Tom stands by the front door. He swings Alfie through the air, spinning around before bringing the giggling toddler to rest on his hip.

"He's grown!" Tom remarks. "You're almost too big for me to do that." He tells Alfie, poking him playfully in the tummy.

Tom feels stupid for not realizing how much bigger Alfie's gotten in the last four months since Tom's been away filming. Your FaceTime calls usually took place while Tom was in hair and makeup, right before you went to bed back in London and by that time Alfie was more often than not fast asleep already, so Tom hadn't seen much of the little guy. He wanted to kick himself for once again kidding himself into believing that you and Alfie existed in some sort of time-warp, lives permanently still until Tom came home to London. Of course you guys had your own little life together. You didn't need him, right?

"Yeah, he's getting older by the day," you laugh, wiping your flour-covered hands on your jeans as you step into the hallway. Tom wraps you into a side hug with his free arm, making sure not to squash Alfie between you two, who's fiddling with a loose thread on Tom's sweater.

"Alfie's just had dinner, do you want any?" you call over your shoulder as Tom follows you into the kitchen.

"Hmm, what's on the menu, chef?" He chuckles, placing Alfie down on the carpet and ruffling the boy's hair.

"It's the extremely gourmet and elegant meal of boxed Mac and cheese." You answer.

"Ooh, yes please!" Tom calls as he wanders into the living room.

He's always felt so comforted in your flat. It’s always felt a mile away from the stresses and worries of Tom's life as an actor, and more importantly it's always felt like you. Despite the baby bouncer hanging in the doorway, the discarded toy stuffed behind the TV and a few picture books strewn across the sofa it retains the features that made it yours like the vinyls on display above the record player Tom bought for your birthday one year and the mini chalkboard with a half rubbed out score from a game of beer pong from before everything changed. There was now a hastily scribbled reminder to 'buy teething rings' over the top.

"Sorry about the mess," you say, gently kicking a few brightly colored building blocks out the way. Tom helps by stacking the picture books from the couch into a little pile on the coffee table. "I was going to have a tidy up when Alfie and I came home from the park, but you know how it is."

He doesn't know how it is, not really. As close as you are, he's always slightly on the outside when it comes to you and Alfie, reduced to an uncle just the same as Uncle Haz or Uncle Tuwaine. But he wants to be more than that. He wants to be your partner in this, someone to lend a hand when the house gets messy or a shoulder to cry on when things get tough. For being a web-slinging superhero during the day, he wishes he was brave enough to tell you how he felt.

"Don't even worry about it." He says instead, smiling in thanks when you pass him a serving of mac and cheese in a colorful plastic bowl and a plastic spoon.

"I ran out of real cutlery." You laugh as he looks at it quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "You know, no one tells you how much living with a toddler changes you," you say. "I haven't used adult cutlery in about a week, and just the other day I found myself eating a sucky yogurt for dinner while watching Cocomelon. Alfie wasn't even in the room."

Tom laughs as he spoons the golden pasta into his mouth.

"It sounds to me like you're desperately in need of some adult interactions." He hears how it sounds as soon as he says it and hopes you don't think he's being creepy.

"Oh God, don't even get me started, " you say. "I haven't gotten any sort of adult interactions in like, a year. No wait…two years and nine months."

"Two years and nine months?!" Tom gasps, glancing at Alfie out of the corner of his eye who sits on the carpet playing with a toy train track Tom had given him last Christmas.

"Welcome to motherhood." You grimace.

Tom puts his empty bowl on the coffee table, trying to figure out how to word his next question.

"Do you ever get…lonely?" He asks delicately. "I don't mean physically, I mean actually."

You shrug, pulling a blanket over your lap.

"I mean, yeah. It's just that between work and Alfie, I don't have time to go out and meet people, you know?"

Tom nods thoughtfully, letting you continue as he gently tugs the edge of your blanket, pulling it over his legs too.

"And if I do meet someone, it's hard because sometimes if I tell them about Alfie it's a deal breaker, or if they're okay with it I'm still not comfortable bringing people in and out of his life. If someone's in his life I want them to be in for good, right?"

"Yeah, I get what you mean," Tom sympathizes, placing a hand on your leg.

"I wouldn't change having him for the world," you say quickly. "I just sometimes wish I had someone to talk to who doesn't speak only in Bob the Builder references."

"I'm always here to talk to, lovie." Tom reassures you. "Can we fix this? Yes we can!" He giggles and you laugh too, pushing his shoulder with yours.

"I'm really glad you're home, Tommy." you say quietly, putting your hand over his where it still rests gently on your leg and rubbing small circles into his skin.

"It's good to be back." He agrees. His eyes meet yours and you both lean in ever so slightly. He picks his hand up off your leg and slowly brings it up, only to be interrupted by a shriek from Alfie as one of his trains crashes off the track. You both jump away, Tom's hand hovering in mid-air as the only proof of the moment that might have happened, frozen on its collision course to your cheek.

You avert eye contact, standing up and reaching for Alfie.

"I'm sorry-" Tom starts but you shake your head, eyes shining.

"No don't worry, it's okay." You say. "Uhm, do you want to help with bathtime?"

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"Hello?" Tom calls down the hallway, kicking the front door shut behind him. There's no answer but he hears chatter and laughter from in the distance. He deposits the cake on the kitchen counter, breathing a sigh of relief upon discovering he'd gotten it from the bakery to your house in one piece.

He steps out of the French doors, immediately grinning as he takes in the scene before him. In the back garden Alfie's second birthday party is in full swing. A handful of toddlers play on the mini slide set you'd set up, their parents hovering nearby and chatting. He assumes these must be some of Alfie's friends from daycare. He spots Alfie almost immediately, running (or waddling) around with the top half of his face painted to look like a Spider-Man mask, clearly having the time of his life.

"Tom!" you spot him standing on the deck, excusing yourself from a conversation with a few parents and heading over to him.

"I'm so glad you made it," you say, giving him a quick hug. He lingers for a second, basking in the feeling of being able to hold you close. He lets you go with only a slightly wistful smile.

"Did you get the cake?" you ask hopefully.

"Of course," he says, rolling his eyes but taking you by the arm and leading you into the shade of the kitchen. "It's in here."

He opens the cake box, grinning as you gasp happily.

"It's perfect! Thank you so much for picking it up." you say, giving him a quick one sided hug and he gulps.

"You look pretty." he murmurs before he can stop himself, taking in the glittery dress you'd chosen for the occasion.

"What was that?" you blink, turning your head away from where you were putting two blue candles in the frosting and making eye contact with Tom.

"Uh, I said I love this city." Tom tries to save it, suddenly losing confidence as usual. "Glad to be back, y'know?"

"Okay?" you nod. "'s good to hear."

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Tom hangs back as Alfie blows out his candles with a little help from you, allowing himself to hide in the small crowd of toddlers and parents. He'd been so confident driving up to your house with Alfie's cake safely in the passenger seat, even going as far as blasting Enchanted by Taylor Swift with the windows down to prove to himself that today was the day. He had to admit how he felt for so many years or it would truly eat him alive. But now here he was, leaning against the wall at a two-year-old's birthday party and feeling like the biggest wimp in the known universe. He silently excused himself to the bathroom, locking the door and knocking his head on the mirror. Come on, Tom!

"Hey," Tom said, tapping you on the shoulder.

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"Oh shit," you say, whipping around and dropping the pile of paper plates you'd been collecting up. "You scared me, Tom! I thought everyone had left already."

"Sorry," Tom laughed gently. "No I was just in the bathroom. Want some help cleaning up?"

"You were in the bathroom for an hour?" you ask worriedly. "Jesus, is everything okay?"

"Oh, everything's brilliant." He smiles at you. "I was just thinking."

"I didn't know you knew how to do that." you grin at him. He breathes out, glad some of your familiar banter had returned.

"I have to tell you something." he says before he can think too much about it.

You nod, smiling gently for him to continue as you clean up.

"Can you…can you stop doing that for a minute?" he asks shyly, taking the stack of paper plates from you and putting them down. "This'll only take a minute and then I'll be gone, promise."

He hesitates before taking both your hands in his. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the electricity that radiates from where your hands meet.

"Do you remember that night at the pub a few years ago?" he asks slowly. "It was the night they were doing the trivia night on pop culture and you won our team all those points for knowing the One Direction questions."

"Yeah," you laugh. "Once again the 1D obsession saved all of our asses."

"And then later that night," Tom continues, his voice wavering. "You uh- you found out about Alfie and you sent that picture of the test to the group chat."

You nod, remembering that night all too well.

"I was outside your house that night." he blurts out. Well, I've done it now, he thinks.

"What the fuck, Tom." you laugh. "You got all serious just to tell me you were stalking me almost three years ago?"

Tom groans.

"Will you let me finish, love?" he asks. "You left before any of us. And the boys all hyped me up, and then I left too. I came to your house because I had to tell you how I felt. And then before I could even knock, you sent that photo to the groupchat. And then how could I possibly add more to the situation and tell you that I've been in love with you since we met?"

Your eyes widen after his confession and you slowly take your hand out of his. Tom swears he's never heard a silence quite this loud before, and he takes it as a bad sign.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he babbles. "I just had to tell you because I couldn't keep lying to you and pretending that everything I see or think about doesn't remind me of you."

"No, Tom." you stop him, gently placing one finger over his lips to shush him. "It's just that I don't really know how to respond to that. I mean, you want me? You actually want me?"

"Darling, you could punch me in the eye and I'd still want you." Tom tries to ease the situation and you giggle. You wrap your arms around him gently, breathing in his scent.

"Is this okay?" you ask hesitantly.

"It's more than okay." Tom confirms, copying your actions. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling the sweet smell of your conditioner that he's only ever been able to admire from afar before now.

You nudge him ever so slightly away from you and tip your head up a tiny amount so you're looking at him. He's been so brave, being the first one to make a move so you feel it's only fair that it's your turn to break the ice. Chest flush against his you close the gap between your mouths, meeting his lips in a soft kiss.

Tom all but melts into the kiss, holding you firmly. There's no way he was letting the chance slip away again, now that he was right where he wanted to be.

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tysm for reading! reblogs are always appreciated and really help a writer out <3

[spicyseonghwas]

[11:48pm]

pairing kang yeosang x male reader viewer rating 13+ genres/au's fluff, boyfriend!yeosang content warnings physical contact, kissing, playful hair pulling (kinda), pet names, implied suggestive content word count :: 431 words network tags :: @preciousillusions-net a/n i cant quite remember if i posted this or not, but it was in my google doc that held all my drabbles for my old account, so i edited it a bit! please reblog this if you like it! likes do not help my algorithm.

you grinned and hid your face in your hands as you inched shyly out of your and yeosang's shared bathroom.

"i'm here baby, you can look-" you said. but you were cut off as yeosang wolf-whistled at you.

"dayum," he said loudly, "pretty, pretty boy! y'know, you look drop-dead gorgeous in my clothes. i'm having trouble keeping a grip on myself while you're in here with me."

you grinned again, giggling like a little boy as you ran over to the bed and flopped into the pillows, an almost unnoticeable blush creeping onto your cheeks as you felt yeosang's fingertips graze over your thighs. you squealed and kicked your feet, playfully swatting his hand away as he rolled over onto you and started peppering your neck and tomato-red face with kisses.

yeosang giggled, wrapping his arms around your sides and burying his face in your neck, nuzzling the skin with the tip of his nose as he wrapped his arms around your body.

"y-yeoyeo-" you stuttered in between giggles, "st-stop it, that ti-ckles-"

you (struggled a bit and) rolled over underneath him and pushed him off, jumping on top of him and rendering him flat on his back and partially immobile as you straddled his waist.

yeosang smiled his signature soft, absolutely perfect smile that always made you melt like cheese whenever he gave it to you. he pouted cutely and reached up, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you down into a kiss that nearly made your heart stop.

"i had no idea you felt so strongly about me wearing your clothes," you said when yeosang finally let you get a breath of air.

"mmm... well i mean it baby," he responded, "you look hot as fuck in my clothes, we should do this more often. i'm having thoughts about you that i should not be allowed to talk about."

you snickered mischievously, wiggling your arms out of his grip and making grabby hands motions at him. "well then, c'mere. if you can't tell me, why not show me instead?"

this time it was yeosang's turn to snicker evilly as he leaned slowly inward, crawling over you and letting his fingers tangle into your hair with a light tug. it wasn't any sort of uncomfortable pain, just enough of a burn that the adorable, giggly boy he had pinned in his arms would react.

"oh i will, puppy, just you wait..."

your eyes widened for a split second before you broke out into a snickering fit.

"oh yeah, big boy?" you taunted playfully, "well i don't wanna wait."

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[tickletastic]

The City Needs Its Hero

Fandom: Batfam

Ship: N/A

Summary: Robin Jason forces Dick to play the part of an endangered civilian, well he, of course, plays the part of Batman, saving the city from certain doom. (AKA fluff but also kind of heartbreaking because Batman, does not in fact always save the day...) Day ten of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: cloak!

“I am,” Jason says, attempting to make his voice gruff, “the Batman.” 

“Batman, save me!” Dick shouts, flailing on the carpet. 

“On my way to save the day!” Jason jumps into a flip, and Dick notices milliseconds too late that Jason is going to take a fall, the cape far too long for him to land gracefully on his feet. Jason himself realizes too late and lands with a thud on his back, his body covered completely in the cloak as the cowl clatters to the side. 

“Jason?” Dick yells, rushing over to his brother, “Little Wing, are you alright?”

Dick panics when Jason remains silent, but he can see his brother struggling to escape the cape. He slides on his knees across the hardwood to get to Jason, quickly untangling him from the fabric. 

“No!” Jason shouts, batting Dick’s hands away, “you’re ruining it, Dickie! I’m supposed to save you!”

Dick sighs with relief, scooping up his brother, cape included. “Oh my god, you scared me, Little Wing. I thought you were hurt.” 

“I’m not hurt, this cape is just dumb and long,” Jason giggles when Dick ruffles his hair and leans down to press a soft kiss in his dark curls, “go back! Go back! I need to save the city!”

“Fine, fine,” Dick laughs, making his way back across the living room.

“This time hang on to the back of the couch! Like you’re holding on to a skyscraper!” Jason shouts, running back to the side of the room he had originally been in. 

Dick laughs, surprised at the request, and decides to do a little extra to make the game more realistic for his brother. “Want me to hang from the ceiling?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jason cheers, jumping excitedly. 

“Alright, just be careful, Jay.” 

“Always am, Dickie,” Jason says before taking on a full sprint, this time being extra vigilant about the fact that Batman’s cape is almost double his height. He bounces off of the couch, landing on the top of a bookshelf, perfectly steady. 

He takes a moment to consider his options, but Dick’s exaggerated wailing quickly snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“Batman, please help me!” Dick shouts, rocking the chandelier that he’s handing from, “I’m going to fall!” 

“Don’t be afraid!” Jason responds, backing up in preparation to jump, “Batman always saves the day!” He takes a leap and manages to grab onto Dick’s torso, wrapping his legs and arms around him like a koala.

“I have saved you, civilian! You are safe now!” Jason exclaims, positively beaming up at Dick. 

“Thank you so much!” Dick says, using one arm to maneuver Jason higher on his torso, “I must repay you!”

Dick swings his legs up onto the chandelier, creating a human hammock for Jason, maneuvering them until one of Dicks elbows is locked into the chandelier, his body securely holding them both up. When they’re both secure, Jason still holding onto Dick with dear life, Dick’s free hand shoots down to scribble over Jason’s tummy.

Jason squeals, burying his face in Dick’s chest, the cape flapping everywhere as he tries not to squirm for fear of falling. “Dihihicki nohoho!”

“No? But I have to repay you somehow, you saved me, afterall!” Dick exclaims as if it’s just common sense. Jason giggles harder at the silliness, his legs gripping tighter around Dick as a substitute for kicking his feet. 

Dick leans his head down and blows air over Jason’s ears, and the kid squeaks, shaking his head back and forth, black curls obscuring his face entirely. 

“Batman, are all heroes this ticklish?” Dick teases, beaming down at his brother.

“Nohoho!” Jason squeals back, “wehehe’re ihihinvincible!”

Dick laughs along with his brother, tickling him wherever he can reach: his sides, his neck, his belly, and even his shoulder blades, spidering his fingers in every spot Jason exposes.

“DIHIHICKIE!” Jason screeches when Dick manages to get his hand under Jason’s arm, “NOHOHO!”

“No? But Batman, isn’t it rude to deny my thank-you gift?” Dick asks, feigning innocence. 

Jason shakes his head rapidly, though his words are lost to the childish, bubbly giggles that pour freely from his lips. 

Bruce wanders down the hall when he hears the laughter of his eldest, laughter he hasn’t heard much since the two of them stopped getting along so well. He watches as Dick hangs from the chandelier, using his body to cradle Jason, tickling the child silly. 

The sight is so sweet, so painfully endearing, that he almost runs back to his room to grab his phone, wanting to preserve the moment in time. He notices the discarded cowl on the ground, how Jason is somehow still draped in his cape, and he can’t even be mad that the two of them had probably snuck into the cave to grab it, can’t even find it in him to sigh dejectedly about the dusty specks of hardwood that fall from around the chandelier. 

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 29: Help

Chinatsu x Kasumi

A/N: Have you guys read this manga? If not, please read it because it's soooo cute. One of my faves, for sure

Chinatsu couldn't take his eyes off Kasumi. His beautiful, bright eyes were wide open, facing up as if he could see the leaves of the trees falling onto the ground. He was smiling brightly and Chinatsu's heart fluttered in his chest. His lover was so cute.

"How do they look, Chinatsu-kun?"

"All the leaves are yellow and orange," he said, although he was still looking at Kasumi. "They fall slowly, swinging in the air all around you, Kasumi-san."

"Oh, they must look absolutely stunning," he said dreamily, jolting and giggling when a little leaf hit the tip of his nose. "I always wanted to jump on dry leaves, but you know how my parents were so strict, I wasn't allowed. Now I'm kinda scared of doing it and hurting myself."

That longing expression on Kasumi's face made Chinatsu's heart tighten. He was always ready to give the world to Kasumi, so he didn't need to think twice before standing on his feet.

"Chinatsu-kun? Are we leaving?"

"Not yet. Wait right there, Kasumi-san. I'll be right here, okay?"

Kasumi hesitated briefly, but if there was someone he trusted with all his heart, it was Chinatsu. So he nodded and Chinatsu quickly got to work. He quickly began gathering as many leaves as possible into his arms, carefully dropping them into one place.

"You certainly sound busy, Chinatsu-kun."

Chinatsu looked up, huffing softly. "I will help you, Kasumi-san."

"Huh?" Kasumi tilted his head to the side like an adorable bird. "Helping me with what?"

"Jump in dry leaves. I haven't done anything like that myself either, but I'm sure we can do it together."

Kasumi's face lit up, his beautiful eyes opened wide and the smile on his lips widened, showing a small dimple that Chinatsu could rarely see. He couldn't help but smile too.

"Are you sure?! Chinatsu-kun, I don't want to bother you!"

Chinatsu chuckled and he dared to kiss Kasumi's cheek once he had finished. "Let's do it, Kasumi-san."

Chinatsu grabbed Kasumi's waist and gently carried him. Kasumi squealed a little and his arms quickly wrapped around Chinatsu's neck, his legs clinging to his waist.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

Chinatsu chuckled and he counted under his breath: three... two... one! And he rushed forward, running towards the pile of leaves he had created. Kasumi giggled in excitement and just when they were a couple of steps away from the pile, Chinatsu jumped into it.

The softness of the crunchy leaves greeted them like a hug. Chinatsu kept an eye on Kasumi at all times and even when they were already in the pile of leaves, he continued to gently hug his waist.

He never thought something like this would be so fun. Some of the leaves went flying up at their jumping, and then fell upon them like a shower of warm colors that contrasted beautifully with Kasumi's white skin. His lover laughed happily, his eyes closed as the leaves fell on his face. He looked adorable and so Chinatsu couldn't help but start squeezing his waist.

Kasumi jolted and he burst into bright giggles right away, squirming and kicking into the pile of leaves.

"A-Ah! Ahahaha! Chi-Chihinatsu-kuhuhun! N-No! You know I'm tihihicklish there!'

"Yeah, I know," Chinatsu chuckled, carefully tickling his boyfriend silly and quickly snapping a picture of Kasumi's laughing face with his phone. "I'm sure Kasumi-san's brother will love this picture."

"Chi-Chihinatsu-kuhuhun! Ahahaha! N-Nohot thehere!"

Fall was a wonderful season... but surely Kasumi would do something adorable in winter and then again in spring and summer... so no, actually, all of the seasons were his favorite as long as he was with Kasumi.