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Soulmate at Zombie Joe’s
Soulmate is a pulse pounding adults-only play with original music that explores the complexities of marriage – pushing the boundaries of love, desire, and intimacy. When Cyrene and Caleb decide to add another woman into their relationship, the audience is thrust into a whirlwind of emotional turmoil and unexpected revelations. With its bold themes of sexual exploration, and raw vulnerability,…
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can you maybe do Ler Swansea headcannons :3 (if you’ve already done that sorry I haven checked your blog💔)
Was gonna make a whole headcanons list for all the characters, so it thought I'd just answer this here. 🙏
🪓Mouthwashing tickle headcanons.🩸
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Curly
LEE
🧡 this man loves tickles but will never admit it.
🧡 his tummy and ribs are his most sensitive spots.
🧡 gets embarrassed when tickling is brought up in convo.
🧡 would always lose tickle fights to jimmy when they were kids. Sometimes on purpose
🧡 will try to keep his laughter as quiet as possible before it becomes too much, and it turns into deep cackles.
🧡 "noho, wahahait! wahaHAHAHAIT-!"
🧡 hadn't been tickled in years until Daisuke, in Daisuke fashion, found out.
🧡 blushes a lot.
🧡 doesn't try very hard to get away as he doesn't want to hurt the person tickling him.
LER
🧡 as a ler, however, his confidence is brought back.
🧡 will want revenge if he's playful and will chase you down to get it.
🧡 this man will tease you the whole time. he likes to play innocent as if he isn't wrecking you underneath him.
🧡 "What? what's so funny? me? tickling you? i have no clue what you're talking about!"
🧡 "Geez, you must think I'm hilarious if you're laughing so much..!"
🧡 he's strong. the strongest guy on the ship aside from Swansea. so pinning you down won't be an issue for him. no matter
🧡 he doesn't want to hurt you or take it too far, so he will check up on you afterwards.
🧡 he's actually very good at tickling. knows everything in the god damn book to get you screaming.
🧡 his favourite thing to do is the claw with his had on the lee's stomach.
🧡 he'll also give killer raspberries. Also, the only reason he attempts to grow his beard.
☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★
Anya
LEE
🩵 she isn't overwhelmingly ticklish but still is.
🩵 she's ticklish all over, really. but the spots that really get her are her underarms, neck, and her feet. (not in a weird way obviously.)
🩵 she's a giggler in the beginning. but get one of her worst spots, and she'll be squealing.
🩵 her laughter is soft in the beginning, but after a while, she's howling.
🩵 "nohoho, plehehease..! ple-! PLEHEHEASE!"
🩵 will squeal loudly if you surprise her.
🩵 she actually doesn't mind tickles. she finds it strangely comforting. but I didn't tell you that.
🩵 she squeaks. she once did it when Curly was tickling her and was so embarrassed.
LER
🩵 she gives big sister energy when it comes to tickling honestly. her tickles can be either soft or rough depending on what they're for.
🩵 she'll be gentle if she's cheering someone up or if you're, i don't know, not Daisuke. Curly isn't off the hook either.
🩵 however. if you've pissed her off, it's war. Daisuke is a frequent victim.
🩵 she teases no matter if it's soft or rough tickles. either way, she has a way to make you flustered as hell.
🩵 "Come on, it's only a little tickle. It's not so bad... you sound so cute..!"
🩵 "Too much? maybe don't cheat then, you little asshole!"
🩵 her nails are a killer.
🩵 will feel bad if she's taken it too far, which is often the case during board games.
☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★
Daisuke
LEE
🩷 MY BOY!
🩷 this mf is ticklish everywhere isn't not even funny. more so where there's muscle or bones.
🩷 his worse spots are his tummy, thighs, and hips.
🩷 he'll be giggling before you've even started. he hates anticipation. It makes him very flustered.
🩷 hates it when people blow in his ears. He'll squeal.
🩷 be ready to give chase if he's not sitting or lying down. cause this man will run for his damn life.
🩷 he secretly gets in lee moods a lot. its makes him very flustered and has a hard time asking for help.
🩷 was also very confused when he first got one and was freaking out.
🩷 that's why he'll annoy and provoke anyone around him.
🩷 on the very rare chance he has asked for tickles. he's very, very embarrassed about it.
🩷 he's very weak to rib counting and raspberries.
🩷 has a very loud and high-pitched laugh. you'll think someone is being murdered.
🩷 "NOHO, STAHAHAHAP! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!
🩷 is sensitive to any and every form of tickling.
🩷 will giggle like crazy at soft tickles.
LER
🩷 like Anya, he's giving older brother vibes.
🩷 he's surprisingly strong, not Curly level strong, but can pin you down well.
🩷 knows where everyone is ticklish and it's scary.
🩷 his teases are ruthless. knows exactly what will make you flustered.
🩷 "Aw! right here? it tickles right here, right? I'll have to stay right here then!'
🩷 "At this point, i may never stop!"
🩷 he definitely knows every trick in the book, and one hundred per cent tells jokes to make it seem like you're laughing at them.
🩷 will sometimes take it too far. but will always try not to and make sure you're okay.
🩷 will get excited if anyone asks them to tickle them. he'll act like he's just been asked to serve the country.
🩷 teams up with Anya on occasion.
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Swansea
LEE
💜 I can't really think of much for Lee Swansea.
💜 I'd say he's a little ticklish on his tummy and sides.
💜 but will quickly swat you away before telling you off. (Daisuke 👀)
💜 has a very wheezy and gruff laugh.
💜 "h-hey-! enohough yohohou..!"
LER
💜 now ler Swansea is different.
💜 he raised two daughters, to he used to play tickle monster with them both.
💜 and ever since Daisuke came into his life, the intern is like the son he never had. so poor Daisuke gets it the most.
💜 when he's in a playful mood, he'll tickle Daisuke for anything. not listening, to cheer him up, to wake him, or just because.
💜 he knows every technique in the book, too. He was a former tickle monster, after all.
💜 he teases a lot. like, this man's will make sure to make you feel even worse better than you already do.
💜 "Listen to ya! squealin' like a damn girl."
💜 "Maybe if ya had gotten your lazy ass up, we wouldn't be here, would we?"
💜 always knows when to back off or when you've had enough.
💜 sometimes will laugh along with you. Only if he's feeling playful.
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Jimmy
(I know, I know it's jimmy, but let's just pretend he's normal... ish. he's still mean, but he doesn't do any of his crazy shit he did in the game. 😭)
LEE
❤�� he's definitely ticklish, yet he'll never admit it for as long as he lives. he claims it's weak.
❤️ Curly is the only one who knows where he's ticklish and is the only one allowed to tickle him.
❤️ he's a fighter and will kick or punch.
❤️ the only spot he's really ticklish and will get a laugh out of him is his knees.
❤️ squeezing them will get a yell out of him. he'll kick and do anything to get you off.
❤️ his laugh his wheezy and grumbly.
❤️ will swear and insult you through his laughter.
❤️ "g-gehehet the fuhuhuHUUCK OFF MEHE-! FUHUCK YOHOHOU!"
❤️ i wouldn't try to tickle if you're not Curly. you will not survive.
LER
❤️ he's evil. very evil.
❤️ this man is not letting you go until you physically fight him off you. or you're in tears.
❤️ the only two people he's tickled before are Curly, who he's more careful with. but Daisuke? Daisuke had learned his lesson way too many times not to poke fun at Jimmy.
❤️ rough tickles. Damn rough tickles.
❤️ this man will hunt. you. down just to teach you not to mess with him.
❤️ is mean even when he's tickling.
❤️ "It tickles? that's kinda the point, dumbass."
❤️ "Jesus, just how sensitive are you? its kinda embarrassing..."
❤️ will fight you just to pin you down.
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Absolutely loved writing these. They were great fun! 🙏 you can tell who my favourite character is. 💀
Make sure to send over your own headcanons if you wish.
#mouthwashing tickle#mouthwashing tickles#tickle headcanons#mouthwashing headcanons#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing swansea#mouthwashing jimmy
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KIWIII THIS IS JUST A SILLY THING and you don't have to reply since it's not a fic request but like, please whenever you're up for it do the paralogism quest IM ON MY KNEES there's totally material for lee dahlia because,, him and venti are very, VERY close friends,,,
I just finished it and I'm like thinking about so many things at once (lee Albedo, lee dahlia... free me this instant,,,)
SHIOOOOO, hellooooo OK HEAR ME OUT. I did the quest and I love them all, Dahlia and Venti being besties means everything to me. The ideas, I have too many Shio!! Here have some!!
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Venti and Dahlia sat together within the cozy Angel Share’s tavern, as it buzzed with sounds of lively chatter and merriment from the patrons inside. Despite the loudness, it was truly a warm atmosphere.
Both had their favorite drink of choice and decided to sit away from the bar area itself, mainly due to the insistence of Master Diluc, but also because it was much easier to talk to each other.
“Dahliaaa~” Venti sang as he held out his empty glass towards the Deacon. “Please help me, my wine seems to have vanished.”
Dahlia raised a brow to his friend and sighed. “That’s hardly a mystery, Venti. That’s the third glass you’ve inhaled in the past ten minutes.”
“Ehe, technically my fourth.” Venti held up his fingers, which counted five, but Dahlia didn’t bother to correct the drunken bard. “If you count the apple cider that the generous knight gave me.”
“Ah, yes, that’s right. Perhaps you should drink some water instead?” Dahlia kindly suggested, unable to hide his amusement at how animated Venti became with the more drinks he consumed.
At this suggestion, Venti gave a long, entertained laugh. “That’s a good one, my dear friend. But we both know that wine tastes much better.”
“We also know that you have no filter once you drink enough of it.”
“I don’t know what you meeean, you know I can easily hold my drinks just fine. I am an expert after all!” Venti boasted, his loud voice carrying over to the other tables, drawing amused glances from other patrons.
“Not so loud, Venti. You’re competing with other guests,” Dahlia chuckled, putting a finger to his lips. But Venti was far too gone in his merriment, scooting closer until he was leaning against Dahlia, almost tipping them both over with his body weight.
“Come on, Dahliaaa~ you need to lighten up!” Venti had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as his arms wrapped their way around the Deacon. Dahlia held onto the bard, assuming that he was just going in for a friendly hug but jolted in surprise when he felt fingers digging into his sides.
“Ah! V-Venti! Pfft – noho, no!” Dahlia grabbed onto the bard’s wrists to stop them and pushed them closer to Venti. “Stop being silly!”
“But you love when I’m silly!” Venti giggled, trying to free his hands from Dahlia’s grip but he held on tight.
“Not in the middle of the tavern!” Dahlia kept hold of Venti’s wrist and placed both their hands down on the bench between them, glaring playfully into his eyes. “Behave.”
Venti’s expression was a look of challenge and Dahlia knew that if he were to release those hands, he would be in for more trouble. He tried to scoot further back along the bench but no matter how far he did, Venti only followed, closing the distance once again.
It wasn’t long until Dahlia’s back reached the wall, and Venti followed him all the way. Their hands still together Dahlia felt nervous, but giggles already escaped him at his predicament.
“Stohop!”
“I’m not doing anything~”
“But you’re planning it!”
“Nuh-uh. See? My hands are trapped. I can’t do anything like this, can I?”
He had a point, but Dahlia was still suspicious and was determined to wait out this devilish mood the Anemo Archon had taken.
But suddenly, Dahlia startled out a laugh when he felt something ticklish brush against his neck. “Whahat was that?”
He tried to crane his head to see but couldn’t find any traces of the source. He looked back at Venti with an accusing frown, but Venti stared back with innocent smile. He was definitely up to something.
“Venti.”
“Dahlia.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing~” But as soon as he said those words, Dahlia felt that same ticklish sensation as before, but this time, on the other side of his neck, up to his pointed ears.
“Hehehe!” Dahlia burst into loud giggles, releasing Venti’s hands in favor to protect his neck and ear from what ever was tickling them. When he reached up, he grabbed onto a feather, one made completely from Anemo. “You-”
Before Dahlia could even register his mistake, he was back to laughing uncontrollably as Venti’s now freed hands were glued to Dahlia’s sides and tummy, squeezing.
“Venti - nohoho!” Dahlia squirmed and tried to curl up on himself and somehow managed to rest his head onto Venti’s shoulder while the bard tickled him silly.
“Isn’t it more fun to let loose, Dahlia?” Venti asked, delighted at how hard his Herald was laughing. “Now how about another drink?”
“Fihihine, fine!” Dahlia gasped between laughs, giving a grateful sigh of relief when Venti finally stopped his tickles, and instead wrapped an arm across his shoulder instead.
“Ehe! Uh, all merriment aside, could you buy the next rounds too?”
Dahlia sighed. “Yes, my dear friend.”
#genshin impact tickling#genshin tickles#lee!dahlia#ler!venti#Venti#Dahlia#sfw tickling#i'm completely normal about them#i love them your honor
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Okay having a BAD start to my day so here’s some stuff that Tony does because he’s an overprotective loving son of a bitch!
First of all. I hate to say it. Babe, you are going to be chipped. You’re gonna end up with a little microchip in the back of your neck or behind your ear. There are articles online like why you actually CAN’T microchip your child: a guide for helicopter moms and Tony sees those and laughs. He also will put trackers inside your shoes (he does the same with Pepper) so next time one of you god forbid gets kidnapped or yoinked by aliens it’ll be just a tad easier to find you! Also one time you lost one of your favorite shoes to a sewer grate in NoHo and cried about it for a week. Tony started chipping your shoes after that and you haven’t broken down in the middle of NoHo since so you really have him to thank for that. Also OBVIOUSLY he makes sure the trackers are completely dormant and inaccessible to anyone and everyone unless it’s ACTUALLY an emergency and he needs to find you or he’s genuinely worried about your safety. Otherwise it’s just a little bit of plastic and silicone that you don’t even know is there.
Also I’ve mentioned this before but he absolutely will hook up Jarvis to monitor your vitals (you do the same to him. So does Harley. Peter is the last one to find out about this. Anxious attachment squad.) so you can keep an eye on each other. But it’s kind of funny because both you and Tony think it’s individually your idea and don’t mention it to each other for obvious reasons, but when Pepper is waiting with you for Tony to get back from some very minor battle or threat or avengers business, watching you pace around the conference room in Stark Tower unable to relax until your dad is back, she can’t help but think how you look exactly like him right now. Like your body language, your gestures, your expression… it really is in your blood. So when you bring up a holoscreen and ask Jarvis to show you your dad’s vitals, tracking information, suit status etc., Pepper just laughs. She has seen Tony do the EXACT same thing to you countless times, and she knows he’s going to be fine. She just shakes her head.
Also if you like jewelry you better believe you and Tony have a running deal where every time he has to leave and can’t bring you with him, or almost dies, or gets injured, or has to deal with some other world saving bullshit that he can’t bring you along with for objective safety, he gets you a new charm for your charm bracelet. This happens… more often than either of you would like, and you currently have at least 2 or 3 charm bracelets sterling silver or platinum or 24k gold (or if you’re like me unplated white gold) depending on what metal you prefer. All of them are stuffed to the fucking gills. They’re so heavy you had to stop wearing them all at the same time cause you were getting wrist strain. It’s a little hilarious in a way. But that gives both of you something to hold onto. It’s such a small, grounded tradition that there are times where Tony has thought okay, wrapping this up. I promised my kid a new charm after this. Sometimes you’ll go through and touch all the different charms on your bracelet while you wait anxiously for whatever it is to wrap up, reminding yourself that he’s going to be back soon and he’ll probably take you right down to Tiffany’s or Cartier immediately after getting cleared by the medic. Then cheeseburgers. It’s a nice little tradition for both of you to wind down a little.
Or alternatively if you’re more masc/don’t wear as much jewelry, Tony goes the dogtags route. It starts off with him giving you the dogtags Rhodey gave him after the whole kidnapped in a cave incident when you were a kid. They were more of joke dogtags since they’d been going back and forth about this trip to demonstrate Jericho making him an honorary veteran. Low thread count sheets, lack of air conditioning, all these jokes about Tony having to rough it on a military base for a trip. Rhodey had them made but after what happened it… didn’t feel funny anymore. So Tony gives them to you to hold onto, either as a necklace that he adds onto or as the first charm on your bracelet. If you’re a bracelet person he also had the original chain made into the chain of your bracelet, and kept the extra to make you more in the future.
Regardless, being a Stark means you’re a trend setter even if you don’t want to be. Even if you’re reclusive as a cryptid there’s still so many social media accounts and tags dedicated to the “nepo baby stark aesthetic”. Of course, that means that chunky charm bracelets and/or maximalist dogtag necklaces become a HUGE trend. A staple, even. And whenever you see videos on tiktok that are like “how to get the nepo baby stark look with your charm bracelet/necklace, buy this set of quirky eclectic charms from tiktok shop!” it just makes you laugh. You probably keep the meaning of it private for obvious reasons, but it’s kind of refreshing to feel a vague sense of solidarity with so many people while still knowing that theirs isn’t because their dad keeps almost dying and stopping the world from being suplexed by any combination of the big three, as Sam calls them. Aliens, androids, wizards. Maybe you make a parody on your tiktok like “how to get the nepo baby stark look from the actual stark nepo baby: step one, have a dad that’s constantly in mortal danger for the safety of humanity at large, then guilt trip him into buying you a charm every time you or him or both of you almost die! You’ll fill it up real fast that way lol” and then you don’t post for three months. Truly an icon.
#drabbles#tony stark#tony stark x reader#tony stark drabbles#dad!tony#iron dad#ironfam#iron fam#iron family#iron man#iron man x reader#iron man drabbles#dad!tony stark#tony x stark!reader#stark!reader#mcu#mcu x reader#mcu drabbles#mcu x stark!reader#i forget the rest of the tags I usually use#also I cannot find my art tablet pen!!!!!! please fucking pray for me!!!!!#like to charge reblog to cast shit except it's caress your screen to charge and whisper in a tender voice “it shall find you op” to cast
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Wasn't Thought Out
A/N - Fic 1 for the Hear Me Out Cake event held by the lovely @tickly-trashcan! This fic is for Astrid and Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon suggested by two different anons! I haven't written for these characters in forever, but I love them deeply. Please enjoy!
Word Count: 724
The ocean and the sky were almost matching hues of crystalline blue when Astrid stepped outside, her interest piqued by a curious noise resonating from the back of her home. A soft smile settled onto her face once she saw the perpetrator of the pitchy sound that had grabbed her attention. There in the yard, covered in a fine layer of pollen, was her boyfriend and his dragon best friend. Despite being the chieftain of Berk, the man was pinned to the ground, child-like expression of joy and good humor adorn his face as he laughed, playfully batting at the top of the dragon’s head while the Night Fury licked him furiously. Astrid stood off to the side, hands on her hips as she watched the scene unfold before her.
“Toothless!” Hiccup’s tone was higher than his normal one, pitch rising and falling between short bursts of unstifled laughter. When Hiccup was younger, back when he first encountered and befriended Toothless, he was anxious about his laugh, hiding it from the rest of the world. Toothless was the first individual he didn’t hide his face with, allowing the dragon to see his goofy smile and hear his full laugh. Astrid was next, having first witnessed it in a moment similar to this one. After Hiccup became aware of her presence and that she found his laugh adorable and charming, he became less restrained around her. Now, years later, after countless moments of mirth, many would forget how the boy would hide his joy behind his clasped hands.
Wagging his tail with great delight, Toothless switched tactics to gently paw against his rider’s belly, eliciting a cackling laugh which vastly differed from the prior squeaky laughter. Ears up and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, Toothless radiated with a giddy aura, renunciant of a child on their birthday. The dragon must have sensed an air of negativity coming from Hiccup earlier, Astrid figured, as this was something Toothless often did with Hiccup when the young man was feeling down. Luckily for everyone, Hiccup never seemed to mind these playful attacks committed by his friend. Nor did he mind it when Astrid was struck by the same mischievousness that Toothless had been inflicted with and joined in on the fun.
“Where did you come from?” Hiccup let out a gasp as Astrid tackled him, rolling him away from Toothless. Respite from Toothless’ attack was short as Astrid made quick work of getting into a comfortable position, then resumed where Toothless left off. “He-hey! Noho fair!”
“You two having fun without me was unfair,” Astrid teased, taking her long braid in her hand to run the loose end beneath Hiccup’s chin, provoking the stream of giggles Astrid heard often before they laid down to sleep.
“This all wasn’t really thought out ahead of time,” Hiccup stated in such a way that Astrid had to laugh. Of course he had to keep stating the obvious, it was the most Hiccup thing to do at any moment, but as luck would have it, Astrid always found this quirk charming.
“Wasn’t it now?” cooing, Astrid began to dance her fingers along Hiccup’s sides, delighted by the change of his laughter’s pitch. Wriggling around beneath her, Hiccup smacked the ground repeatedly, long blades of grass caressing his fingers with each movement.
“Noho!” laugh as contagious as ever, Hiccup’s head was thrown back as Astrid laughed along with her boyfriend. “This wasn’t either though.”
Out of the blue, Hiccup’s brain managed to rewire itself into committing an act of retaliation. Reaching out quickly so Astrid could not take advantage of this new opening, Hiccup’s hands latched onto Astrid’s hips and began to knead into the sensitive spot.
“Hehey,” she yelped in surprise, though maintained her focus to keep her fingers latched onto Hiccup’s torso, her fingers migrating down to the center of his belly.
Tail wagging ferociously, Toothless smiled his typical gummy grin as he watched his best friend use all his strength to flip them both over. Before he could get her pinned, Astrid counter attacked by dragging his legs into her lap as Hiccup was on his belly. Without any way to fight it, Hiccup slipped into hysterics as Astrid dug into the back of his ribs, knowing she was not going to hold back with her revenge.
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Bugging Bathena
Summary: When Buck's in a mood, he bugs Bathena ❤️ :)
(Okay, @mysunshinebuck and I were talking about this and wanted to share it with you guys ❤️ :) Hope you enjoy! ❤️😁)
"Buck."
"What? I'm not doing anything."
Athena set down the dish she was drying and crossed her arms. "You've been bugging me for 20 minutes."
"I haven't been bugging you," Buck defended.
"You've been talking non-stop the entire time."
"Oh, so I can't even talk now?"
"Watch your tone."
"Hard to watch something I can't see."
Athena arched one eyebrow up.
Buck held up his hands. "You said it."
Athena started moving around the counter.
The younger didn't say anything. He just watched her as she got closer to him.
Meanwhile, Athena studied his face. She must have seen something because she softened.
A moment later, the police sergeant wrapped Buck in a hug that the taller firefighter immediately returned.
"You okay?" Athena asked.
"I'm fine," Buck admitted while resting his chin on the top of her head.
A small smile tugged up the police sergeant's mouth. "Having a rough day?"
Buck shook his head before burying his face into her hair.
"You want to talk about it?"
"No."
Athena deadpanned. Buck wanted the attention, but wouldn't tell her why he wanted the attention.
"You know I'm hear if you want to talk," the police sergeant reminded him.
"Mh-hm."
Athena pulled her head back so she could look up at him. "Then what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Buckley."
"Thena."
"Buckaroo."
"Ma'am?"
Athena glared at him.
Buck gave her a little smirk. "Just being respectful."
With a sigh, Athena grabbed Buck's wrist and tugged the younger firefighter to the living room. "Bobby."
The mentioned fire captain looked up from where he was working on his computer. He lowered his chin so he could see her over his glasses.
With a gentle shove, Athena pushed Buck toward the couch. "Your son needs attention."
"Oh?" Bobby plucked off his glasses and plopped them on the coffee table. "So he's my son when he wants attention."
"I'm standing right here," Buck reminded.
Athena pushed him down on the couch by his shoulder. "Go see Bobby."
Buck pushed himself up into a sitting position, giving the police sergeant a glare as she started to head back into the kitchen.
"Aw." Bobby played along by scooting closer and wrapping Buck in a bear hug. "C'mere kid."
"Bobby," Buck whined. "I'm not a child."
"Oh?" Two hands came to rest on the blonde's sides. "Then when do you laugh like one?"
Immediately, Buck's eyes went wide. He knew that tone.
Then Bobby's hands started squeezing.
Buck jumped back into the older man''s chest. "Noho! Bobbyhy!"
"What Buck?"
Lehet mehe goho!"
Bobby pinched at Buck's hip. "Why?"
The blonde firefighter squeaked, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Nohot thihis gahame agahain!"
Bobby went for the other hip. "What game?"
"AH!" Buck turned and buried his face into the top of the couch.
In response, the older man tugged him out of hiding. "Get back out here."
The blonde firefighter jumped again when one of Bobby's hands jumped up to his ribs.
This time, his elbow hit Bobby's stomach.
The older man paused his attack with a grunt. He went back to just hugging the younger while he caught his breath.
Meanwhile, Buck descended into light giggles.
Finally, Bobby lifted his head. "Watch where you swing those things."
"Thahat's yohour fauhault."
"How is it my fault?"
"You wehere tickling mehe!"
Bobby immediately dug a hand into Buck's stomach. "Were?"
Buck cackled and squirmed forward to escape the hold, but Bobby kept him pinned.
"Bobbyhy!" Buck whined through his laughter.
"What Buck?"
The younger squirmed himself backwards again. "Lehet mehe goho!"
Bobby attacked Buck's lower stomach. "Why?"
Buck kicked and squirmed into the back of the couch again. "NOHO!"
Bobby went up to his ribs again. "No what Buck?"
A squeal erupted from the younger and he squirmed into a ball before going still, his face burying into the top of the couch again.
Finally, Athena came back out of the kitchen. "Finished the dishes."
"Almost finished with this one," Bobby replied while pulling his hand away from Buck's ribs.
The younger stayed hidden in the couch, giggles still filling the room.
"Buck," Athena called.
"Whahat?" Came the muffled whine in response.
The police sergeant moved closer to the couch back. "Watch your tone."
Buck lifted his head enough to address her. "Again, can't watch something I can't seEE!"
Bobby's attack on his sides had him hiding again.
"Are you done now?" Athena asked him as she leaned against the back of the couch.
A slight shift had Bobby's hand back at his ribs.
Buck immediately jumped out of hiding. "YES! Yehes Ihi'm dohone!"
"Done with what?" Bobby asked, hand poised over the sensitive spot.
Buck tried to shift away, but not going anywhere because of the couch back. "Wihith my attihituhude!"
The older man finally pulled his hand away. "Better be."
The younger immediately sagged into the couch.
In response, Bobby ruffled his curls and pushed him up. "Go finish your chores and leave Athena alone."
Instead of getting up, Buck turned to glare at Bobby.
Immediately, Bobby started to move forward, hand aiming for Buck's ribs again.
The younger bolted. "Alright, ahalrihight! Ihi'm going!"
"Always here to talk if you change your mind," Athena reminded as Buck headed to the stairs.
"I know," Buck replied while snatching up an empty laundry basket sitting at the foot of the stairs.
After the younger disappeared up out of sight, Athena turned back to Bobby.
Bobby pointed at the now empty stairs. "That is your son."
"Yes, because my son does his chores," his wife shot back.
Immediately, Bobby's face dropped into a deadpan.
Athena pushed away from the back of the couch. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of a few more things in the kitchen."
As she stepped away, Bobby snatched up his glasses from the coffee table and turned back to his laptop to finish his work.
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molting season .
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lee! husk & ler! vaggie
tw: tickling, fluff, lots of swearing.
(THIS IS NOT A SHIP. it’s platonic.)
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preening. the oh so shitty thing.
it was a BITCH to try and preen wings by yourself, so.. you need a friend to help you out! or in this case.. “co-worker”. (still friend, just not mature enough to admit it.)
who are we narrating for in this topic you may ask? that would be both vaggie and husksr! yknow.. the ones who have wings.. duh.
it was molting season.. a very unfortunate thing for winged demons(or fallen angels..).
and with vaggie not having her wings for a decent amount of time.. she forgot how to preen them herself.. since she couldn’t really reach. so.. she asked husk for help!.. after Charlie talked her into doing it of course.. since she also had no idea.
and surprisingly.. he helped! easily.. being in hell with wings since the 1970s, he was practically a pro!
but.. about a week or so later, his wings started to bother him aswell. vaggie offered to help. multiple times! but being stubborn, husk declined every time.
but vaggie INSISTED. so.. eventually he caved.
so fast forward to said activity, they were sitting on the hotels couch.. at like 11pm.
husk was sitting on his knees, arms crossed over his chest.
“you betta not fuck anything up.” he warned.
“calm down, i know what im doing.” she said with a huff.
husk hummed, rolling his eyes.
and so it begun. she began plucking loose feathers from his wings.
but she couldn’t help but notice.. he was pretty jumpy? also she could’ve sworn she heard some weird noises made out to be a stifled laugh?
“uh.. you okay, bud?” she asked.
“fuhuckin’ peachy. juhust- just gehet it over with.” he grumbled, his hand covering his mouth.
okay.. now she KNEW she heard a stifled laugh.
so, to fully confirm her suspicions.. she scribbled her nails in a random spot on his wings. causing his back to arch with a quiet yelp.
“hehey!- quihit!-“ he demanded, though it sounded like more of a plea.
“what? I’m doing what you wanted. i gotta find loose feathers one way or another.” she shrugged.”
“bullshihit! yohou and i bohoth knohow what you’re reheally dohoin’. so stohohop!” he argued.
“wow. I’m trying to help you out and this is how you repay me? attitude? I’m offended, husk.” she said sarcastically.
she then used her free hand down to husks side, lightly squeezing it.
“AHAYE!- dohont you fuhuckin’ dahare!” he yelled.
she grinned mischievously.
“you said you weren’t ticklish just the other day? don’t tell me you lied….” she said in a fake disappointed tone.
“fuhuck OHOHOFF!-“ he yelped as he felt her dig her nails into both his wing and hip.
husk tried to squirm out of vaggies grip, but she was a lot stronger than she looked.. able to hold him in place with no issues.
“I’m not finished. you aren’t leaving this spot till I’m done.” she said sternly.
vaggie continued to pluck and straighten out husks feathers with one hand. the other hands nails scribbled up husks sides slowly.
“kihihid i mehean it!- gehehet- pffshhhihit-!” poor thing couldn’t even finish his sentence.
vaggie continued, knowing she was driving him insane. it was hilarious! why would she stop now?
she continued the same tactic until she was done preening. then she quickly moved her hand from his wing to his hip, using both hands to mercilessly dig into them.
“AACK!- waitwaitwahahait!- VAAHAHAGGIE!-“ he shrieked.
“maybe this’ll teach you to be greatful.” she grumbled playfully.
“nohoho!- I’m soho- I’m sorry!- I’m SOHOHORRYYY!- KEHEHEAHAH!-“ he pleaded with a snort.
“sure, NOW you’re sorry. bet you wouldn’t be so apologetic if I wasn’t tickling the shit
out of you.” she rolled her eyes.
vaggie moved her merciless hands to husks stomach, which got him ROLLING.
“NOHO!- NOHOT THEHEERE!!- FAHAHACK-!” he squealed.
vaggie snickered under her breath.
“I thought cats liked belly rubs?” she questioned sarcastically.
“THAHATS DOHOGS DIHIPSHIHIT-!” he giggled out.
“ohh. you sure it’s not for cats too? I mean you seem giddy!” she teased.
husk tried to speak, but all that came out was a cackle along with another snort.
“great answer.” she said jokingly.
“KIHILL YOHOURSEHELF!-“ he insulted.
“I can’t, dumbass. also, rude? I’m never gonna give you mercy with that attitude.” she shook her head. “hm.. I wonder.”
vaggie lifted one hand, then gently scribbled her nails behind one of husks ears.
husk practically screamed bloodly murder. luckily, they were in hell. so his scream wasn’t enough to wake anyone.
“AAAHAHAHHA!- FAHAHACK YOHOU- STAHAHAP IHIT-!” he cried out.
husks feet kicked and he fell over onto his side.
vaggie couldn’t be more amused.. and proved.
she continued the assault on his ear, pushing him fully onto his back with her free hand then sitting on his waist.
“there we go. now I can get somewhere.” she talked to herself.
vaggie moved her hands down to husks underarms, digging into them.
they weren’t as ticklish, but it was still torture.
“PLEHEHASE!- stohop!- ihim sohohorry!- reheheally!-“ he pleaded.
vaggie pretended to think for a moment, then hummed.
“eh. not good enough.” she grinned.
“WHAHAT?!” he exclaimed.
“you heard me. buckle up buttercup. you’re not going anywhere.”
as vaggie said that, she pinned husks beefy paws down to the couches arm with one hand. continuing her ticklish harrasment with her free one.
she then got an idea.. a cruel one at that.
vaggie used both hands to pin husk’s arms down, then leaned down a bit.
while husk was catching his breath, he looked down at vaggie.. then realized what she was gonna do.
“wait- waitwaitwaitwait kihid! dohont you even thihink-“ he was cut off by his own squeal.
vaggie had blew a raspberry right onto the old man’s tummy. he practically acted the same as a 5yr old being tickled.. except he could actually swear.
“YOHOU FUHUCKIN’ PRIHICK!!! AHASSHOHOLE!!-“ he insulted.
vaggie blew another raspberry onto his tummy. he just never learns, does he?
after about 5 minutes, husk couldn’t take it anymore.
“OHOKAY!- okayokayOKAAHAY!- EHENOUGH!! MEHERCY! PLEHEASE!” he whimpered.
vaggie lifted her head and sat up at those words. letting go of his paws and crossing her arms over her chest.
“learn your lesson, loud mouth?” she asked sternly.
“yehes-! yes- ihi dihid.” he panted.
vaggie got off of him, sitting on the other side of the couch and letting him curl up.
“good. maybe don’t be such a dick
next time.” she rolled her eyes playfully.
“fuhuck you.” he grumbled.
“excuse you?” she asked, prodding at husks foot/paw.
husk tensed when he felt the prod, his toe beans instantly curling. “nohothing! nothing at ahall!”
vaggie pulled her hand away and smirked.
“thought so.”
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Receding (matt murdock x sister!reader)
Title: Receding
Type: one-shot; matt murdock x sister!reader, implied peter parker x reader but no appearance
Warnings: none! Just pure sibling fluff
Spoilers: none?
Notes: inspiration brought by facial hair!matt and the pic below (not mine)
Still in a big Daredevil kick! If anyone happens to have any Daredevil requests or prompts…i would super love it 😍
As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!
Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot
Word count: 451

“Ew! Matt!” Y/n screeched, immediately shrugging a shoulder up to wipe her cheek.
Matt laughed as he stood there, listening to her actions. He had come up behind his sister and placed a somewhat sloppy kiss to her cheek, resulting in the aforementioned screech.
Y/n rubbed the residual feeling away, scowling at her brother. “When are you shaving that stupid thing?” she said.
Matt turned around and glared at her defensively. “What ‘stupid thing’?!”
“Your beard!”
“It’s not stupid!”
“It is too,” she giggled, finding his reaction funny. “Why are you even growing it out so much?”
“I…I don’t know. Because I can?”
“Is that it, or are they the lost hairs from your receding hairline trying to make a comeback?”
The way Matt’s jaw immediately dropped made Y/n burst into laughter. Matt scoffed and shook his head. “Ohh, my darling sister,” he said, voice dangerously low. Y/n covered her mouth to try and contain her giggles but her hand dropped quickly when she felt Matt’s arms wrap around her from behind. “Always one for provocation, aren’t you?”
“Ihit’s not provoking if it’s true,” she giggled, trying to pull his arms off her.
Matt grinned at her struggling. “First of all, it’s definitely not true,” he said, having to try hard to keep the humor from his voice at hearing his sister’s giggles. “And second of all, you and I both know,” he paused to blow into Y/n’s ear, earning a yelp, “that you crave trouble.” Matt burrowed his face between her neck and shoulder, shaking his head back and forth to rub his scruffy beard against her skin.
Y/n screeched and squeezed her eyes shut. “Matt! No! No!”
Matt kept his head where it was and chuckled, making Y/n flinch. “Ohoho you just gave me a great idea,” he said evilly.
“Noho! Don’t! Dohon’t you dare!” Y/n said through her laughter. She increased her struggles but fell against Matt when he squeezed her sides.
Matt took the chance to blow a raspberry against her neck. That in combination with his beard drove Y/n insane. Her laughter went silent and Matt took that as his cue to stop. As soon as he pulled his head away, Y/n’s hands shot up to cover her neck as she panted, only standing because Matt still had his arms around her to hold her up.
“You…are so…mean,” Y/n said between pants to catch her breath, a couple residual giggles still coming out.
Matt patted her arm. “Yeah, I know.” He let Y/n go and she plopped onto the couch. “Parker ever think about growing a beard?” Matt said with a shit-eating grin.
“NO!”
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Brotherly Antics
AN: day 2, here we go! This has been one of my favorite fics to write so far! It’s just so fun & playful, & I just love these characters so much! If you haven’t already, go watch Blood of Zeus! Now, on to the fic!
The fight was far from over, Heron knew this well. Their victory on the battlefield will be short lived, but for now, they could enjoy the rest and relaxation.
His friends remained on earth while he resided in Olympus for the time being, talking things over with his half siblings and training by their side. Their father would be proud.
Heron sat on the side of the field, drinking water as he watched his brothers spar. In a flash, Hermes ran behind Apollo, hooking both arms under his before slamming him to the ground in a cloud of dust.
"Why you little-" Apollo growled, swinging his legs to knock Hermes off his feet. His back hit the hard packed dirt with a pained groan. His eyes flew wide open as he felt an arm wrap around his legs and he began kicking with all his might, the wings at his ankles flapping frantically.
"Apollo don't! That's cheating!" he cried, a smile playing at his lips as he tried to shove him off.
"You cheated first! Attacking from behind like that, really Hermes?" he taunted as he began scribbling against the downy feathers. Hermes shrieked so loudly, it made Heron jump in shock, head snapping up to look at the pair.
"Ohoho plehease, you're just looking for ahan excuse to- NOHO WAHAHAIT!" Hermes cut himself off with a giggly squeal before hysterical cackles burst free from his chest. Heron found himself chuckling along to the infectious, goofy sound, though a blush was quickly spreading and he found he couldn't bear to watch the scene for long. He grabbed a whetstone and began sharpening his sword to appear busy, watching from the corner of his eye.
"Stick around long enough, and you'll be next," a gentle voice warned from behind, startling him enough to turn around. He relaxed slightly; it was only Athena.
"Trying to scare me away so you can have the field all to yourself, sister?" he teased, looking down to hide his blush. She snickered, something sly and knowing behind the sound.
"It was a warning. You're fresh meat for them, and if they see you sitting here..." she trailed off, looking him up and down. He squirmed under her gaze, furrowing his brows. "I'm afraid you'll be serving yourself up on a silver platter."
"That's ridiculous," he hissed, dragging the stone across the blade harshly. "They're all the way other there, and a little busy, if you haven’t noticed," he reasoned, a fair amount of sass entering his voice. "I'll be fine." Right? he didn't say aloud, but looked up at her expectantly, hopefully.
Athena arched a brow at his tone, cocking her head to look at him.
"Do you know what Hermes is the God of?"
"A lot."
Athena snorted and rolled her eyes, resting her hand atop his head and leaning on him like a table. "Be specific."
"Speed, travel-"
"Mischief," she cut him off, and he snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide. "And Apollo is almost as bad, though he may have you fooled. But, I mean, just look at who started this mess?" she nodded to the pair subtly, not keen on drawing their attention by pointing.
Heron followed her gaze, watching the pair roll around and laugh. Hermes was flopping around like a dying fish, cackling and pleading for mercy as Apollo pinched and rubbed the wings between his fingers. He scratched at the base of the wings where they met the ankle and his laughter spiked, surging forward with renewed energy to launch an attack of his own. He buried his hands under Apollo's arms and he jolted, slamming them down to his sides with a bark of laughter. Hermes let out a triumphant, giggly war cry as he fought for the upper hand. Heron smirked as they watched it all play out, but there was the faintest touch of sadness to it. These were brothers, who grew up wrestling and playing with one another, who loved each other wholeheartedly. This was everything he and Seraphim never got to have, and he bit back the vile taste of jealousy.
He wasn't jealous that he wasn't included! That's not what he meant, so don't go putting words in his mouth. He was jealous of the bond that never was; the brother- the best friend he should've had. It was like looking in a twisted mirror of what could have been.
His lip curled in a sneer as he scraped the stone along the sharp edge. "So?"
"Do I really have to spell it out?" she asked, more amused than annoyed. "You're our brother. That makes you just as much fair game as the rest of us," she teased softly. His mouth hung open in shock, but she cut him off before he could speak. "So if I were you, I'd get a head start. Hermes is quite fast."
Heron sat there frozen, looking between her and the wrestling Gods on the ground. He locked his gaze with hers, "Are you being serious?"
Athena chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Trust me, I'm one of the few who won't pull the wool over your eyes." He nodded before heaving a deep sigh, accepting the truth of the matter. If she's right, he'll be quick work if he sticks around. So he gathered his things as quietly as he could, but by that time, he could hear their fight beginning to wind down. Still, he crept towards the exit, praying they wouldn't notice.
"Just where are you off to?"
Of course they fucking noticed.
"I'm done training," he said curtly, glancing over his shoulder to call out, trying to play it casual. When he looked ahead, he stopped in his tracks with a choked gasp as Hermes stood blocking the exit.
"Actually, I don't think you are."
"Excuse me?" he asked, tossing his things to the side, knowing it's best to ditch them now than while he's running for his life.
"You have to get a full workout. You can't just hit the weights brother, cardio is very important," he practically purred, taking a step towards him. Heron took three steps back.
"I think I'm good-"
"No, he's right brother," Apollo spoke from behind, and he tensed up when he felt a large arm rest over his shoulders. He slipped out of the hold, stepping away and turning so he could keep both of them in his vision.
"Why so jumpy Heron? Did our dear sister warn you about us?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Heron didn't move a muscle, and that was all the confirmation they needed. "She knows us so well," he mused.
"I'd hope so. Otherwise we'd need to give her a little reminder," Apollo piped up.
"I think we should anyway. She did tip him off," Hermes shrugged nonchalantly.
"Guess it's settled then," Apollo agreed. As the pair spoke, Heron took off running across the field. They gave him a few more seconds to believe he had a fighting chance before they gave chase.
Heron came to a screeching halt when Hermes suddenly stood in his path and he turned on his heels. He screamed when he saw Apollo coming up from behind, and he made a B-line for the rows of seats. He jumped over the wall into the stand, heading towards the exit. Apollo paced him on the field while Hermes circled around from behind.
Apollo jumped into the stands with ease, quickly gaining on him. Heron should've known better than to look behind him. It was the same kind of fear as when you're up high, and you look down. A small scream escaped his throat and he ran even faster.
He was grabbed from behind, and panic surged through his body. He shot forward with God-like speed, breaking free of the hold. Hermes cut him off at the last second and he froze, caught between his half brothers.
"You're trying awfully hard to escape. You must be rather ticklish to go through this much trouble to avoid it," Hermes teased, flashing him a smirk. Heron took a step back.
"No, I just know you two are awful together," he justified with a smirk of his own.
"Thank you, you're too kind," Hermes hummed, taking another step towards him, and Heron took that as his cue to start running again.
"Great brother, you let him get away," Apollo rolled his eyes.
"Relax, it's not like he'll get very far," he quipped, dashing off and returning in less than a second with a struggling Heron in tow.
"Noho, let me gooo!" He leaned back as far as he could, running in place as he tugged on his trapped arm.
"Oh dear, laughing already?" Hermes cooed, chuckling at the blush that spread across Heron's face.
"No! Shut up!" he snapped defensively. He landed with a thud on the ground when Hermes let him go, watching Heron launch himself into the dirt with his own momentum.
"Is that any way to speak to your brother?" Apollo asked, crouching down to grab his arms while Hermes straddled his waist.
"I'm sorry! Let me go!" Heron put up a good fight, trying to get away. However, he had a twitchy, nervous smile and the struggling was mostly for show.
"No can do. See, you haven't gone through initiation yet," Hermes drawled, resting his hands on his sides. "I mean, are you really our brother if we haven't tickled you until you cry?"
"What?"
"Oh please, you're scaring him. Don't worry Heron, we'll stop once you beg for mercy. We're not animals."
"No way, I'm not gonna beg from a little tickling," he argued. His defiance was adorable.
"Won't you?" Hermes asked, arching a brow. Heron faltered in his confidence.
"No?"
"Oh my, you sound a bit unsure of yourself," Apollo spoke up smugly. "What's the matter, afraid you'll crack?" he taunted. Heron grunted and strained to pull his arms down, but they were firmly pinned beneath Apollo's knees.
"I won't!" he growled, kicking his legs against the ground. Hermes smirked down at him, leaning in a little closer.
"Let's test it then, shall we?"
Heron's eyes flew wide open and he shook his head. "Wait, that's not what I meant!"
Hermes threw his head back in a shrill, hysterical cackle of his own. "Oh dear, sweet, baby brother, there really is no escape. So you might as well just accept your fate now." As soon as he finished speaking, he began squeezing his sides softly, relishing in the way Heron jumped beneath his touch, yelping before biting down on his lip. Still holding onto the last shreds of his dignity, he shook his head.
"Oh good! I was so hoping you'd go down fighting," Hermes chirped, clawing just beneath his ribs.
Heron grit his teeth together, sealing his lips shut as tight as he could, but muffled giggles and shrieks still managed to make themselves known.
"I just love it when they try to hold it in, don't you?" Apollo teased, walking his fingers down his arms. Heron jerked under the touch, arms straining to come down. His breathing came in quick bursts through his nose, sounding more like laughter by the second.
"It's only one of the best parts," Hermes agreed before clawing at his stomach. Heron immediately crumbled at the touch, allowing loud belly laughs to escape. Hermes couldn't help but giggle at the reaction, "Aww, you really are a ticklish one, aren't you?"
Heron felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he tried to hide his face in the crook of his arm. "SHUHUT UHUHUP!"
"I didn't hear a no," Apollo pointed out, scratching his bare armpits. Heron shrieked and arched his back before flailing uselessly beneath his half brothers.
"You're one toho tahahalk!" he managed to taunt back.
Apollo gasped loudly before drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits. Heron was thrown into hysterics, and the God had to raise his voice to be heard over frantic laughter, "You little shit! Just for that-" He didn't finish his sentence, instead he brushed Heron's hair away from his neck and took a deep breath.
"Wahahait! W-what ahahare you- AHAHAHAHA OHOH SHIHIHIT!" Heron tried to scrunch his neck to block the feeling as Apollo blew a raspberry on his neck. He pulled away, watching as Heron giggled and rubbed his neck with his shoulder, panting heavily to catch his breath. "Whahahat the hehell was thahat?"
"Oh? Don't tell me you've never had a raspberry before."
Heron scrunched his face, "That's what you call it?"
"Well, that's what humans are calling it," Hermes reasoned.
"Why?"
They both chuckled, and Heron felt his face grow warm. "I don't know. Say, you're half human, why don't you tell us?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Heron whined, tugging on his arms and bucking his hips.
"Just lehet me gooo! You're being mehehean!" he giggled, throwing his head back in defeat. The mischievous pair replied in unison.
"Oh I'll show you mean!"
"What? But we're being so nice!"
Hermes rolled up Heron's shirt, taking a deep breath just as Apollo had moments before. He shook his head, eyes wide with giddy fear as he realized what was coming.
"Nohoho wait! Please, I'm sorRYYYYY!" his pleading dissolved into a shrill squeal as the trickster God blew a raspberry in the center of his stomach. Heron kicked his legs and bucked as much as he could, snorting and cackling when Hermes blew another raspberry, followed by one on each side of his belly, still quivering with laughter.
"Plehehease! You're killing mehehehe!" he squealed, eyes shut tightly and nose scrunched adorably as he laughed.
"What? Come on, you can take a little tickling, can't you?" Apollo asked smugly, scratching behind his ears and earning a choked off giggle in response. "I mean, you're half God, so it would be pretty embarrassing if this was what did you in, after everything-"
"OHOHOKAHAY I GEHET IT! SHUT UP!"
"Oh, he gets angry when he's flustered. Good to know," Hermes noted with a smug smirk, clawing at his sides.
"Noho I dohohon't!" Heron argued, blushing profusely and trying to look at anything else besides the two Gods grinning down at him.
"Agree to disagree," he shrugged smugly. He moved down to squeeze his hips, and Heron bucked with a loud, giggly shriek.
"Ohoho shihihit! Nohot there, plehease!"
"Not there, you say?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. He squeezed his hips, making him thrash with another yelp. "See, when people say that, they usually mean it really tickles. So, is this a bad spot?"
"Ihihhi'll kihihill you!" Heron growled through his laughter. They both rolled their eyes.
"Sure you will. You look quite threatening with that smile plastered on your face," Hermes taunted.
Oh, that was the last straw. Heron summoned what little strength he could and thrust it out through his hands. He latched onto Apollo's knees where they were keeping his arms pinned and let the electricity flow from his fingertips, hoping for the best.
Suddenly, Apollo jumped back with a startled shriek of his own, rubbing his knees frantically. Hermes stared at him quizzically.
"What-"
"He used his damned lightning," he explained in a rush, cutting him off. He turned to look at Heron, hoping for a truce.
"I'll help hold him down if you promise to do that to him-"
"Excuse you, but what the fuck?" Hermes snapped, staring at Apollo with a look of utter betrayal.
Heron nearly choked on the air he was sucking in. He looked at him in bewilderment, furrowing his brows.
"You do know you'll be next, right?"
"Of course, I'm just biding my time, same as you. It's why you ran, is it not?"
"Just stop talking." When they looked up, Hermes was already halfway across the field. Apollo smirked and pointed at him.
"See, if he really wanted to escape, he'd be halfway to earth by now."
"I can still hear you!"
Apollo stood and stretched, "And yet, you don't hear him denying it." He smiled down at Heron and winked, offering a hand to help him up.
"No, you don't," Heron agreed with a genuine grin of his own.
"Well, he's waiting for us to catch up. So? What do you say?"
Heron just smirked and cocked his head before taking off in a sprint.
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Tickly fishy
Sebastian x gender neutral reader
LEE: Sebastian LER: Y/N
Warnings: none :)
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Today was surprisingly calm. You had spent most of your time inside Sebastians shop. You've been down here with Sebastian for a good few months now, and honestly, you wouldn't change a thing.
You had helped Sebastian all day with data and snatching more things for his shop. After what felt like forever doing non-stop work, Sebastian lay down with a loud thud.
Sebastian didn't say anything, only dragging you down with him and curling his massive body around you.
"Ugh.."
Was all Sebastian groaned out. He was clearly drained and tired. You smiled softly at him, patting your lap, inviting him to rest on it. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"What? No way! What do you take me fo-!"
But you relented. You cupped his face, dragging it down onto your lap comfortably. Sebastian went to protest but instantly found comfort in your lap.
"Jeez, you're warm..."
Sebastian mumbled into your leg as he nuzzled into it, wrapping two of his arms around your waist. You chuckled softly, reaching up to pet his long, silky hair. Sebastian hummed with contentment.
"That actually feels nice..."
Sebastian mumbled as his eyes drooped a little. You smiled, continuing the action. Gently running your fingers through Sebastians hair and playing with it.
Sebastian closed his eyes, nuzzling into your leg more. You smiled, glad to see him relax for once. This was a completely different Sebastian you knew from months ago, that's for sure. Not that you were complaining.
As you continued petting him, you moved your hands down to his ears, gently scratching behind them. As you did so however, Sebastian jumped a little. At first, you pulled your hands away, worried you made him uncomfortable. But instead, you saw his flushed face.
"D-Dont do that..."
Sebastian stammered, clearly trying to hide how it really felt. You smiled, nodding your head. But in your mind, there was no way you were let this go.
As Sebastian got comfortable again, your hands strayed from his hair to his ears once more. You gently started to scratch behind them. You could see Sebastian's face scrunch up as he tried to hold back his laughter.
"I-I said stop that, you idiot..!"
Sebastian stuttered. But the longer you kept up the scratches, the more his resolve broke. Soon, your eyes lit up when you heard his giggles.
"H-Hey! Noho- come ohohon!"
Sebastian squeaked out. His hands latching onto your wrists, but he didn't pull your hands away. His tail started to wag slightly and your eyes lit up more at the sight.
You kept up the scratches, even using your thumbs to rub the fronts of his fish like ears, only for him to yelp and giggle more.
"C-Cohome on, buhuhuddy! T-This ihihisnt funny!"
But you digress. You giggled with him, cooing at how cute his giggles were. You couldn't tell if his face was red because of your teasing or the tickles themselves.
One hand strayed down to his neck, gently scratching at the gills there. Sebastian yelped in surprise. He buried his face in your lap to muffle the barrage of laughter.
"Hey! No! Nohoho! Not theheHEHERE!"
Sebastians laughter rose, now filling the shop. He didn't even move away either, which you thought was endearing. You kept up the gently scratches at his gills, but the fingers that were scratching behind his ears soon trailed down to Sebastian's armpits.
Sebastian squealed. He actually squealed.
"OKAY, OHOHOKAY! ENOUGH! PLEHEHEHEASE!"
You giggled at his reaction, only keeping it up for a few more seconds before pulling away. Sebastian huffed, catching his breath.
"T-That... was horrible..."
Sebastian grumbled, but he was still yet to move his head from your lap. You giggled once more, petting his hair like before. Sebastian eventually calmed down. Nuzzling and even purring in your lap.
"You know, Y/N..."
Sebastian started. You raised an eyebrow, wondering what his next words would be. Sebastian grinned.
"I'm always one for revenge..~"
Before you could even get a word in, Sebastian had already started squeezing your hip. Causing you to squeal. The shop filling with laughter once more...
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A little short one for yall, but I hope you like it! (Also, send me requests if you want, I'm running out of ideas here 😭🙏)
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hellooo guys!!! here’s another deltarune fic i came up with! hope you enjoy :)
Susiezilla
Lee and Ler Susie / Lee and Ler Ralsei
Word Count: 1,300
Ralsei tries to get his glasses back from Susie. Payback ensues.
This fic does NOT contain spoilers for chapters 3 and 4!!! Just chapter 2!
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Kris had only been gone for eight minutes. That’s it. That’s how long it took for things to fall into chaos. They never should have left Susie alone with Ralsei.
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“Ugh, Kris is taking forever! What the hell are they doing in there?”
“Susie, It’s only been two minutes.”
“Yeah. I knew that. Two minutes too long, though.”
Kris had led Susie and Ralsei to the basement level of Queen’s castle for some reason unknown to the other two. Kris had asked them to wait outside, saying they’ll be back in a few minutes.
The pink monster was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, bored. “C’mon, Susie, have some patience,” Ralsei tried to encourage her. He was holding his glasses, wiping them with his scarf. Susie looked at him and got an idea.
“Well, you might have patience but do you know what I have?”
“What?” The goat-like prince turned to her.
“Your glasses, dork. Yoink!” Susie yanked his glasses out of his hands and dangled them just out of reach above him.
Ralsei squinted as his vision got worse. “Hey! Susie, I need those to see!” He complained as he reached out blindly.
“Yeah, no duh,” Susie scoffed as she slipped the glasses on her face. Her eyes strained as she looked around. “Jeez, everything is so goddamn blurry, you must be really blind, huh?”
Ralsei swatted at her and missed. “That’s because they’re not your prescription!”
She chuckled at his poor attempt to grab them. “Prescription? Isn’t that like, for medicine? What are you, a doctor?”
Another attempted grab and a miss. “Susie!”
“Heheh, you’re gonna have to try harder than that!” She pushed the glasses further back onto her snout. “Ohhh, look at me! I’m a big dweeb who looooves homework!”
Ralsei crossed his arms, a bit of pink making its way onto his cheeks. “Hey! I do NOT sound like that!” He whined, sounding somewhat similar to her impression.
The other sputtered and threw her head back, howling with laughter. “Bahaha! You definitely do!” The Prince frowned and crossed his arms. Now what? She was distracted, now was his chance to do something! But what to do? An idea suddenly came to mind. An ACT, something he had used in encounters before. He tried talking his way through and that didn’t work. But maybe he could try something more physical.
Ralsei sneaked up closer to Susie, trying to not make his movements seem obvious. He reached for Susie and attacked, dancing his fluffy fingers up and down her sides. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!” He sang teasingly.
Her eyes went wide. She choked on her laughter, it turning to something more frantic. “H-Hey! Whahat the hehell!?”
Ralsei smiled innocently “Aw, are you ticklish, Susie?”
Her face turned a darker shade of pink. “Whahaat!? Noho wahay! I’m just uh, thihinking- thinking of something fuhunny!” She tried coughing to cover up her laughter but it failed miserably. It failed even more so when Ralsei targeted her ribs, causing her volume to spike. Susie tried swatting at him but he was short and out of reach behind her. He giggled as he could make out her tail wagging through his blurry vision. Cute.
“Quihit ihit ahalreheady!” Susie growled, thrashing and reaching for him with more effort.
“Can I have my glasses back then?”
Susie decided to throw in the towel. Well, no. She was surrendering to be nice! She totally stood a chance against this dweeb, she was just being nice and letting him win! Obviously. “Gah- here! Tahake thehem already!” She took the glasses off and shoved them in Ralsei’s face.
Ralsei stopped tickling, taking his glasses from her and slipping them back on. “Thank you, Susie.” But Susie didn’t say anything. Her back was turned to him, her hands balled into fists. “Susie? Are you alright? …Sorry, did I go too far?”
Finally, she spoke. “Ralsei.”
“Yes?”
Susie turned around, her hair covering most of her face except for her snout. Even though he couldn’t see her eyes, Ralsei could feel her fierce glare staring him down. “You got a death wish or something?”
“H-Huh?”
Susie took a few steps toward him. “You think you can pull off a stunt like that and get away with it scot-free?”
The Prince from the Dark fearfully walked back. “I uh, Susie, I’m-“
“Nope. Can’t talk your way out of this one.” Her pointy yellow teeth were bared in a menacing grin. “So, what about YOU, huh? Are you ticklish, Ralsei?”
“M-Me? Well I uh, haha. Um. Perhaps I am, maybe, a little b- AHHH!” The goat sputtered before yelping in surprise as he was tackled to the ground by Susie. His eyes widened as she loomed over him. There was a glint in her eye so fierce that Ralsei started whispering prayers to the Angel under his breath.
“W-wait! Susie! Y-You don’t have to dohoho thihis!” He held out his paws and pleaded. But it was too late. Pink claws had descended onto him, scribbling across his stomach and sides. Ralsei broke into giggles and squirmed around on the floor. He hugged his arms around his body in an attempt to shield himself but the other still managed to worm her way through.
“Suhuhusie!”
“Yeah?”
“Thahat tihickles!”
Susie chuckled, he could be such a dweeb. “Pfft. Uh, yeah, duh. What else do you think I’m doing?” He was so ticklish that it was hilarious. He was even worse than Lancer, and Lancer was a little kid!
Ralsei blushed as more bubbly giggles escaped him. He desperately pulled on his scarf and tried to bury his face in it. Susie couldn’t help but notice at how cute the sight was. This guy always somehow managed to be so god damn adorable. His long floppy ears were sprawled out next to him, giving her an idea. Curiously, she reached a claw out and gently scratched the inner pink part of one of his ears. Ralsei’s reaction was instant.
“Wahait! Nohoho! Nohot thehere!” He squealed and grabbed his ear but Susie just moved to target the other one. He squeaked and managed to take hold of them, holding his ears flat against his face over his eyes.
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you tickled me! You created a monster…” Susie smirked as Ralsei raised his arms to cover his ears. He left himself wide open! He was supposed to be the nerdy smart one, how could he make such a careless mistake like this! “A monster… known as Susiezilla!” As she said the last part her claws dug into his underarms. His eyes squeezed shut, a bah-like sound escaping his mouth as his arms clamped down to his sides for protection.
“Bahah! IhI’m sohorry!”
“Gahaha! What the hell was that? I’ve never heard you sound like that before!” Susie barked with laughter.
“C-C’mon!” Ralsei opened his eyes and pleaded. His glasses had been pushed off his face from his squirming. Susie was met with gorgeous, rose pink eyes staring back at her. They were slightly glossy from his mirth. His long dark eyelashes fluttered. She froze and stared back at him, ceasing her tickling. The hell? Has he always looked like this?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet set of footsteps. The two looked up to see Kris staring blankly at them.
“K-Kris?!” Ralsei sputtered. How long have they been standing there?
“Oh. Um, hey, Kris,” Susie greeted as she awkwardly got up. “Me and Ralsei were just uh, messing around.” Ralsei pouted as she spoke, smoothening out his fur and adjusting his glasses. Kris didn’t say anything. “‘Kay, so are you all done? Can we go now?”
Kris nodded and walked over to the two of them.
Ralsei got in line behind Susie. “R-Right! Let’s go!”
#slight deltarune chapters 3 & 4 spoilers in tags!!!!#guys did you know ralsei is canonly ticklish?!!! it’s stated TWICE#deltarune tickles#lee ralsei#ler ralsei#lee susie#ler susie
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The art of Procrastination
Chongyun/Xingqiu
a/n: These two are adorable, I wanted to try and write for them. I need more practice, but I hope you enjoy anyway! 💚
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Under the shade of a gently swaying tree within Bishui Plain, Xingqiu’s sword gleamed in the dappled sunlight as he gracefully practiced his blade techniques.
Chongyun sat nearby, watching his friend’s fluid motions with a mixture of admiration and concern. He loved seeing how passionate Xingqiu was when it came to the Guhua Clan's arts, but this was not what the writer was supposed to be doing with his time.
“Xingqiu,” Chongyun’s voice pulled Xingqiu out of his concentration. “Don’t you think it’s time to start practicing your calligraphy? You know, the thing we’re out here for to begin with. You’re going to end up running out of time again.”
“Nonsense, my dear Chongyun. The sun is still high in the sky, we have plenty of time.” Xingqiu gave one more practiced flick of his sword, preparing to summon some hydro before Chongyun’s voice interrupted him again.
“Xingqiu, you asked me to accompany you to make sure you don’t waste time again. What good is it if you’re just going to ignore me?”
“Oh, silly. I could never ignore you,” Xingqiu chuckled before sheathing his sword. “But you’re right. I should listen to you, so I’ll stop for now.”
“Thank you.” Chongyun watched as Xingqiu took a seat on the soft grass beside him.
“Could you pass me that book, please?” Xingqiu pointed to the stack of books that sat on the other side of Chongyun and smiled gratefully when he passed the book requested to him. “Thank you.”
“That doesn’t look like your notebook.”
“It’s not, this is the new novel I started reading last night. A wholesome yet courageous tale of love and chivalry.”
“Xingqiu!” Chongyun scolded, his mouth gaped. “What did we just say?”
“But this tale is simply too enticing to put down! Just one chapter?”
“You always say that, then it leads to another chapter and then another, and then you’re reading something else! You can read it when you’ve finished practicing.”
“Oh, alright,” Xingqiu pouted, but was still looking at the pages. Chongyun waited patiently for him to give the book back, his hand held outright to take it. After a minute had passed and the book had still not been handed back, Chongyun snapped.
“Stop reading!”
“Just one more paragraph,” Xingqiu lowered his head closer to the book in his urgency, as if that would make him read any quicker. Chongyun pouted in exasperation and reached out to take the book himself.
However, Xingqiu was faster and held the novel up out of his reach, laughing at the sudden act as Chongyun scrambled and chased after the offending book.
“Come on, Xingqiu!”
Xingqiu kept laughing as he held the novel up, amused by Chongyun’s endearing determination but also unaware of the opening he had given Chongyun. The exorcist narrowed his eyes and lunged forward, his fingers pinching onto Xingqiu’s ribs and tickled mercilessly.
The squeal that left Xingqiu’s lips was undoubtedly the most hilarious sound Chongyun has ever heard come from him and laughed along with him as he squirmed around.
“Nohoho! Noho tickling! Thahat’s nohohot fahair!”
Xingqiu lowered his arm to protect his ribs but kept the book close to his body, his arms wrapped tightly around it, which only encouraged the exorcist to continue his relentless tickle attack.
“Stahahap! I give, I gihihihve!”
“Not until you give up the book!”
“Nohohoho!”
Chongyun’s fingers travelled from his ribs and sides down across to Xingqiu’s belly, sending him into a fit of hysterical giggles. One arm broke away from the book to try and defend against the merciless tickles against his tummy, which gave Chongyun an opening to have a hold on the book.
“Ah ha! Now, let go.”
“Nehehever!”
Xingqiu’s head shook left and right as he giggled with mirth, but Chongyun still couldn’t get him to release the novel. Time for his secret weapon.
There was one spot that Chongyun knew was Xingqiu’s worst and that happened to be the start of his knees, right where the thigh ends. He brought his fingers down and began to squeeze with vigor.
“NAHAHAHA!” Xingqiu wailed his arms flying down to Chongyun’s wrists to try and stop him. “NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! YOHOHOU WIN!”
Mission accomplished. Chongyun stopped his tickles and grabbed the novel away from Xingqiu, who laid down in the grass gasping for breath from his giggles.
“So … cruel … to me, Chongyun.”
“I’m not cruel to you,” the exorcist pouted. “I told you to so many times to put the book down.”
“But using my weakness like that against me,” Xingqiu threw himself against Chongyun, so that he had to hold them both up. “I thought you were my dearest friend.”
“I am!” Chongyun almost began to panic, worried that he may have genuinely upset his friend. “I had to use extreme measures because you weren’t listening to me!”
Xingqiu laughed, ending his façade and used a hand to cup his friend’s face. “Worry not, my dear Chongyun, I simply jest. I’ll start my practicing now, if you’re still willing to help me?”
Chongyun smiled. “Of course.”
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𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓞𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
jenna x g!poc
summary: jenna avoids talking to her family. jah plans a spontaneous outing
warnings: mature language, smut, tiny bit of violence
a/n: this is my all-time fav fanfic to write. I actually enjoy writing again, it’s been a long time since I’ve said that. also I can’t express enough how much I appreciate 230+ followers it’s small to some but this is huge to me thank you 🥺🫶🏾. enjoy the chapter - 5.5k words
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“Jenna…you’re pregnant?”
Those words coming out of her mother’s mouth made all the air in Jenna’s body disappear. Nervousness filled her and tears started to fill her eyes. At the sight, you instantly stood up from leaning against the car.
“What happened?” You mouthed in concern to her.
“Hello? Jenna?”
Jenna stepped away, “How did you find out?”
It was quiet on the other side for a moment, “So it’s true…you are pregnant.”
“Yeah, Mom I am. Listen I was going to call you and Dad and tell you guys but I had other things to handle first” Jenna explained.
“Handle? What things needed to be handled first? I get a call at one in the morning while on break at work from Hudson. My heart done fell out of my ass because I thought something bad happened to you-”
“Wait, wait Hudson called you and told you?” Jenna questioned.
“Yes. Told me that you got pregnant by some hoodlum. Who is this person anyway? You never mentioned you were seeing anyone” Natalie asked.
Jenna looked at you, you were glancing at her with concern and confusion. You saw that her face contorted into something that kinda scared you…and turned you on.
“Mom I have to go but I promise I will call you back and explain everything,” Jenna said.
Jenna didn’t wait for her mother to reply before she hung up the phone. Her walk back to you was full of annoyance and frustration.
“What happ-”
“I need to go somewhere” Jenna interrupted you and texted Big L to go home. As she passed you, she took the keys out of your hand.
“Uh…” That was all you were able to say as Jenna got into the driver's seat. Sensing the anger radiating from her, you just decided to follow her. You hopped in the car and Jenna pulled off immediately.
After a deathly silent drive to NoHo, you quickly arrive in front of a luxury loft apartment building. Jenna turned off the car and quickly hopped out. You were right on her heels.
She walked into the lobby where she was greeted by a doorman.
“Good evening Ms. Ortega” The doorman greeted.
But Jenna ignored him, her focus was on getting the little bastard on the top floor. You and her walk into the elevator which was thankfully empty.
“You gon’ talk or what? I’m lost on this entire thing right now” You questioned.
“My mother knows” Jenna revealed.
Your eyes widen at the revelation, “oh shit.”
“Oh shit is right. The person who told her lives in this building” Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Mhmm” You hummed.
The two of you stood in silence for a moment almost to the floor Hudson lived on. You took the ring off your pinky finger and stuffed your necklace into your shirt. You also pulled off your glasses and held them in your hand.
Jenna looked at you, “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready just in case I gotta beat a bitch ass” You shrugged nonchalantly.
Soon, the two of you arrived on Hudson’s floor. You followed behind Jenna until she stopped at the last door on the floor. She started to bang on the door nonstop.
A few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a groggy Hudson. Before the door fully opened, Jenna pushed her way inside.
“You had no right! No fucking right to tell my mother my business” Jenna seethed.
Now Hudson was fully awake, “I did you a favor!”
You casually walked inside the apartment and close the door. You leaned against the counter watching the scene unfold.
“No! You did yourself a favor! I told you to stay out of this. I told you multiple times and you still keep doing it. You were my best friend Hudson and I trusted you! But now I’m done with you Hudson.” Jenna snapped.
Hudson’s face contorts into an angry one, “Done with me! After everything I did for you, you just going to drop me like that! You know what, maybe I should tell the world and your little thug girlfriend everything about you and I mean everything. Show everyone the real Jenna Ortega” Hudson threatened lowly.
If it was possible Hudson would be liquified by the way Jenna was glaring into his soul.
“Or maybe I should just show her all the videos and headlines. Especially the most recent one that’s not even a year old yet.” Hudson challenged the smaller brunette.
Hudson was suddenly cut off by a pain in his left cheek and his head whipped to the right. You instantly get up and pull Jenna away from Hudson.
“Okay, time to go,” You said and continued to pull her away.
Hudson glared at Jenna as he rubbed his cheek. You and Jenna leave the boy’s apartment and make your way back to the elevator. Tears were now falling freely down Jenna’s face. Once inside you push the emergency stop button. The elevator stops and you turn towards Jenna.
Immediately Jenna started to sob and you rushed in to pull her close to you. Your arm wrapped around her and she grabbed a fist full of your shirt. You felt her whole body racked with sobs. You kissed the top of her head and hugged her tighter.
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TWO DAYS LATER
It's been two days since Jenna last spoke with her mother. Technically Natalie was calling and texting her daughter but she was too afraid to answer. Instead, the actress coped in her hotel room avoiding everyone, crying, and eating up all the room service food.
You just came back from shooting hoops with Davis and a few other friends. You took your shower and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. You haven't heard from the actress in a while and you were getting worried. So you grabbed your keys and set off to her hotel.
The journey didn't take long and you made your way up to the floor you knew she stayed on. You then knocked three knocks on the door. A few moments later, an exhausted looking Jenna opened the door.
"Damn girl you look terrible" You spoke without a second thought.
Jenna glared at you, "I will slam this door in your face."
"I'm sorry. My intrusive thoughts won that round. What you doing being cooped up in this stuffy ass room?"
"Sulking in my depression" Jenna replied and left from the door. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you. The hotel room was a lot different from the last of you were in. This was like presidential suite, it had a kitchen, multiple rooms, a big ass dining table, and 85inch TVs.
"That Scream money got you in severe luxury. I might have to dabble into the acting business" You joked.
Jenna, however, ignored you, she instead went back into her room and buried herself under her covers.
"Nah get yo ass up," You said and ripped the comforter off Jenna's body. Underneath, she was only dressed in an oversized white button up shirt and real short shorts.
“No” Jenna moaned and tried to grab the comforter but you moved it out of the way.
“Nah get your pregnant emotional ass up” You stated.
“Real talk, I know the news hitting your fam is not the way you wanted it but they know now. It’s been two days, you can’t keep avoiding them, especially your Moms.” You continued.
“You didn’t hear how she sounded Jah. I never heard my mother sound so disappointed in my life. Not even when pictures of me smoking cigarettes came out” Jenna said.
“I get it. You do your best trying to be this perfect child for your parents. When you disappoint them, you’re afraid that they’ll look at you differently” You commented.
“Yeah,” Jenna nodded.
“But they also gotta understand that you are human. Regardless of how perfect you try to be, you are going to make mistakes in your life. If they can’t accept that then, no offense, they got parenting all wrong” You added.
“You gonna be the fun parent while I be the strict one?” Jenna questioned.
"Why can't we both be fun parents with understandable boundaries" You stated and lay back to next to her.
Jenna sighed and the two of you just lay there in a comfortable silence staring at the ceiling before Jenna spoke again. "This room is suffocating. I need to go somewhere or do something"
You sat up on your forearms, "You are just luck Hollywood. I need you to get up and get dressed. I wanna take you somewhere to get your mind off things."
"I mean there are other ways to take my mind off things" Jenna smirked.
For a second you considered what she was implying but then you had to remember your talk yesterday.
"You are a very horny woman Jenna Ortega. Now get up and get a move on you smell like a reheated supreme pizza" You smirk at her annoyed face and leave her room.
“Asshole” Jenna grumbled.
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It was an hour later, Jenna still had a little attitude with you, which you found amusing. She was finally ready to go. The two of you left your apartment and got in your car.
“Where are we going?” Jenna asked.
“You’ll see.” You smiled and started the journey to your destination. Jenna pouted and sat back in her seat. The car journey was mostly just filled with you bopping along to the music while Jenna stared at the scenery.
The disappointment in her mother’s voice still echoed throughout her head. She knew that she needed to talk to her family and explain everything but she wasn’t ready just yet.
Shortly after, you finally arrived at your destination, The Bronx Museum of the Arts. You always wanted to take someone here but you never found the right person until now.
“Welcome to the Bronx Museum of the Arts,” You smiled as you opened the door for her. The two of you walked into the building that was playing a jazzy instrumental softly.
Immediately, Jenna was amazed by the art she saw. From paintings to sculptures to graffiti art. You stood a little bit behind her as she looked over the art. You, too were interested in all the art, especially the graffiti.
Graffiti reminded you of your father. Before he left, he was a construction worker but had a talent for graffiti art. Often getting in trouble in his youth with his friends for tagging buildings, cars, and billboards. Your father tried to teach your older brother how to make graffiti art but he was never interested enough. But when you came along, he was ecstatic to finally share his talent with his one of his offspring.
“This is amazing” Jenna beamed after she finished reading the description of one of the statues.
“I’m glad you like it. I was kinda worried you wouldn’t like it” You said and scratched the back of your neck nervously.
Jenna smirked as she looked at you, “Nervous?”
You stopped scratching the back of your neck and shoved your hands in your jeans pockets.
“Nah I don’t get nervous,” You said and cleared your throat.
Jenna just nodded with a smile. As much as she wanted to hold your hand, she restrained herself and kept walking through the exhibit. You followed behind her and put a good enough distance between the two of you. Jenna took notice of it but didn't make a comment. The two of you just continued enjoying your time at the museum, learning more about the Bronx and Hip-Hop culture.
Two hours have passed and the museum was, unfortunately, closing. You and Jenna left the building, vowing to come back to finish.
Instead of leading her to the car, you make your way down the street.
It wasn’t long until you arrived at the second destination, Black Knight Lounge. It was recommended to you by one of your buddies you play hoop with. It was a low-key club that served banging food and played fire music. But what made you come here was the fact that it had an open mic night, which coincidentally was tonight.
“Party for 2,” You said to the hostess who nodded and grabbed two menus. The hostess led you to a booth to the right of the stage.
“Enjoy” The hostess smiled and placed the menus down before leaving.
“This seems familiar” Jenna joked.
You chuckled and thought back to the night your child was conceived, “Reminds me of the night we conceived our child. A night that I remember daily.”
Jenna hid her red face in the menu which you laughed at. She went back to looking over the menu while you stared at her, taking in her natural beauty. This was the most relaxed you had seen her in the past week. The girl was a busybody and often forgot that she was human and can get exhausted. Hopefully, since she’s pregnant now she’ll take her body's health into consideration more.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Black Knight Open Mic Night. For all my newcomers, open mic night is the chance to showcase your musical, poetic, or comedic talents in front of everyone. Do your best cause you never know who’s watching. Rules are: each person gets a limit of 3-4 minutes, you may perform an original or cover, and you must have the instrumental for your music or perform it yourself. The winner gets $500. Without further ado let’s get it started!” The DJ announced excitedly.
Everyone in the building clapped their hands while one person went up to the DJ booth and handed him a USB.
“Alright, we have our first performer for the night. Give it up Mr. ChiBX” The DJ yelled into the microphone.
“Twenty bucks, he chokes” You challenged the girl.
“He’s not going to choke. I believe in him” Jenna said optimistic.
You pulled out a $20 bill and smacked it on the table with a smirk. Jenna smiled and also pulled out a $20 bill and smacked it on top of yours. The two of you then turned towards the stage where the overweight middle-aged man was sweating bullets.
“I like to start off my set by telling a little joke. What do you call an angry carrot?” ChiBX asked.
No one in the room answered the man so the DJ took pity on him, “I don’t know man what do you call an angry carrot?”
“A steamed veggie” ChiBX wheezed.
You and Jenna covered your mouths as you laughed from secondhand embarrassment. Again, no one in the room laughed or chuckled. The DJ cringed before hitting a button that made a buzzing sound.
ChiBX frowned and without another word just left the stage.
“Poor guy” Jenna pouted.
You, on the other hand, grabbed the $40 from the table, “Aye I’m $40 richer.”
Jenna rolled her eyes in amusement while you did a quick little dance in your seat. The two of you continued playing the game after ordering your drinks and entrees, only adding money to the mix when one of you was super confident of winning.
While sipping your Sprite, you noticed Jenna kept glancing down at her phone.
“Call them” You blurt out.
Jenna looked up, “What?”
“Call your folks. Avoiding them more is only going to make things worse than they should be” You explained.
Jenna didn’t want to talk about it so she switched the subject, “When are you going to tell your mom?”
You sighed when she switched the subject but you didn’t want to push her to talk about anything she didn’t want to.
“She gets back from Jamaica tomorrow. Which brings me to asking you if you feel comfortable meeting her tomorrow? You can absolutely suggest another time too” You said.
Jenna contemplated meeting your mom right now, especially when she’s not on speaking terms with hers right now. But then she weighed the facts that, she’s going to be gone for a few months filming Beetlejuice in London. She didn’t want to wait until she was halfway from giving birth to tell your mother.
“Yeah I would love to meet her” Jenna smiled and nodded.
“Great” You smiled.
Moments later, your food has arrived. The two of you sat in silence and devoured your plates entirely. By the time you were both done, the place was packed now. More people got up to the mic and performed comedy pieces with only three performing rap songs.
You were now sitting beside Jenna with your arm around her and her leaning into your side. You guys wanted to stay for a little bit longer to watch whoever got on stage.
“Jahaziel?” Someone called your name from behind you.
The both of you looked to the side and saw an older gentleman dressed in a polo shirt and slacks. You recognized him as one of your father’s old friends.
“Mr. Greenhill, how you doing?” You greeted the man and shook his hand.
“I’m doing good young blood. I haven’t seen you since you were little. How’s Moms?” Mr. Greenhill gleamed.
“Yeah. She’s doing good. She comes back from Jamaica tomorrow” You answered.
“Word? I might stop by and visit her. I haven’t seen her since she and Emanuel moved to Highbridge” Mr. Greenhill said.
At the mention of your father’s name, your smile faltered a little. You hoped he didn’t ask you about how or where your father was.
“Excuse me, where are my manners. I’m Mr. Greenhill, I was a friend of her father's and I used to babysit this knucklehead” Mr. Greenhill introduced himself.
"This is Jenna...we're friends" You introduced her.
Friends. The title left a bitter taste in your mouth and an arrow in Jenna's heart.
"Nice to meet you Jenna" Mr. Greenhill smiled at her which she reciprocated. "Am I gonna see you on that stage?"
“Nah I don’t think so. I don’t have anything prepared” You declined.
“The lies you tell. You are always prepared when it comes to music. This one used to put on concerts for the whole block when she was little. Singing her heart out using songs no one expected her to sing. Like that time you sang Chain Reaction by Diana Ross” Mr. Greenhill reminisced.
You chuckled, “I remember. Dre and I were using buckets as drums.”
“Yes! Good times” Mr. Greenhill said.
You nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I don't want to interrupt your outing more than I already have. It was good seeing you young blood and again nice meeting you too Jenna." Mr. Greenhill said.
"Likewise" Jenna smiled. Mr. Greenhill left your table. You take a sip of your drink but you felt eyes burning into the side of your skull.
“What?” You questioned as you looked at Jenna.
“When were you going to tell me you made music?” Jenna raised an eyebrow.
"Oh see that's how I know you are a fake friend because I have music out," You said.
“How was I supposed to know that? You don’t even promote it” Jenna replied.
"Because I made it when I was 13. I put out four songs and three had music videos. We spent a hefty amount of money on them. Almost went homeless because of it" You shrugged and placed your drink down.
“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.
“I used to do little shows on the corner by my house with Davis and a few other friends. One day, a guy came up to me after I finished performing a song and basically sold me a dream. Told me that he was a record label agent and if I signed with him I’ll be this big child singer and I’ll be rich and yadayadayadaya. So I begged my Moms to let me sign with this man cause music is my dream, singing and dancing and performing is my love language. It took a while but my mom eventually let me sign with the man under the conditions that she will manage everything and I’ll still be in school. Everything was smooth, I made those four songs and did the music videos, my mom went from having two jobs to basically a part time job so she can manage my career. So I don’t know what made her look more deeply into these people but I’m glad she did because she found out that they were pocketing the money I made from those songs.” You explained.
Jenna gasped, “How much?”
“They pocketed almost 70k from us. We never noticed because they would show us falsified documents of where the money was going too. They would tell us all our money was going to these fake ass fees and shit. ” You said and sipped your soda.
“Wow. Do you want to make music again?” Jenna asked.
"Eh I don’t know maybe later in my career. I haven’t properly performed in almost ten years so I don’t know if I still got it in me" You shrugged.
"Doesn’t hurt to try again. This is a good opportunity to practice " Jenna said and motioned to the stage.
“Oh no thank you. I’m good" You stated.
“Aw come on Jah…like you said singing, dancing, and performing is your love language. Don’t give up on something you love. Don’t let those people prior take away your passion” Jenna said.
After a moment of contemplating, you let out a sigh, “Fine.”
You stood up from the booth and Jenna watched with excitement as you walked over to the DJ booth. You opened your phone to the notes section. You found a song you wrote a couple years ago. You skimmed through the lyrics until you felt like you had the lyrics down pack. You handed the DJ your phone with the beat on it.
“What you wanna be introduced as?” The DJ asked.
“Just Jah is fine” You answered and he nodded.
You walked up to the microphone on the small stage. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you which placed your nerves in. But when your eyes locked on brown ones, you felt every single nerve disappear. You took a deep breath in and gave a thumbs up to the DJ.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, give it up for our first singing performance of the night, Just Jah!” The DJ announced.
That’s not…whatever.
The beat for your song started playing.
“It’s crazy how your heart just has a mind of its own, yeah, yeah” You started singing.
Jenna’s jaw dropped at the sound of your raspy R&B-suited voice.
“Like when a smile, that makes a choice on its own”
Jenna was completely enchanted by everything about you. From learning that you can sing to your beauty to your mindset. Everything about you made her realize something.
She was falling in love with you. Hard. Which made her even more petrified.
“My mind tries to deny it but girl I can’t fight what I know. I know. I want you baby ooh” You take your voice up a few octaves and stun every single person in the room except for one.
Mr. Greenhill was by the entrance of the building with a proud smile on his face.
You finished the rest of the song and everyone was giving you a standing ovation. You thanked everyone and went back to the booth.
“I need you to sing just for me every day from now on,” Jenna said.
You laugh as you sat down, “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Seriously, I need more music from you. I need it like yesterday” Jenna joked.
You continued to laugh at Jenna's eagerness for more music from you. It gave you the confidence boost you didn't know you needed to actually start making music again.
“Wow! What an amazing performance by Just Jah. Now I’m gonna take a quick 30-minute break and I’ll be right back with some more performances” The DJ said and switched on some music.
You recognized the song as Aaliyah's. All the couples in the room stood from their seats and went to the small dance floor. You grabbed Jenna's hand and pulled her up and towards the dance floor.
"May I have a dance with you darling?" You spoke in a British accent which made Jenna giggle.
"You shall" She replied.
You placed her arms around your neck and your hands on her waist. The two of you start swaying to the beat of the song.
"I know this was a spontaneous friend outing but did you enjoy yourself today?" You asked.
"Best friend outing I've ever been on" Jenna answered honestly.
“The best? You just boosted my ego to astronomical heights” You joked.
Jenna giggled before staring into your hazel eyes. The blue strobe lights in the room bounce off your skin beautifully.
“I want to kiss you so bad” You admitted to the shorter girl.
Before Jenna can stop herself and think, her answer spilled out her mouth instantly.
“Do it” Jenna muttered.
At the consent, you didn't hesitate to connect your lips with hers. The kiss was full of passion and love that it made the both of you slightly dizzy. You pull her closer and grip her waist as the kiss gets deeper. Jenna gripped the hair on the back of your neck. Before the kiss could escalate more in public, you pulled away but kept your forehead on hers.
“My place?” You suggested lowly.
“Absolutely” Jenna nodded quickly.
🤰🏻🩵
The both of you knew it was wrong, especially after the discussion you had two days ago. But you couldn't stop yourselves, you were both addicted to each other. An addiction that is going to generate consequences in the future.
By the time the two of you were back in your apartment, lips were interlocked and clothes were scattered everywhere. You barely made it up to the apartment with how much the two of you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. But you made it safe and clothed until the door was shut.
Jenna sighed in pleasure as your lips enclosed her nipple. Your other hand makes itself useful by rolling the other bud in between your fingers. You gave attention to the other nipple before continuing your way down her body. Kissing every patch of her skin, worshipping her body.
But Jenna was impatient, she wanted you at her golden area to take care of the ache between her thighs. But you weren’t ready just yet.
"Jah...please" Jenna whined.
The sound of her calling your name was enough to get you even harder than before. You decided to stop teasing her and settled between her legs. You looked up and saw her staring down at you with lust-filled eyes waiting for you. You kept eye contact with her as you slowly licked from her hole up to her clit.
Instantly, she threw her head back against the pillows and dragged out a moan. Then, you went to work. You started your pleasurable assault on her clit, going from kitty licks to sucking on it repeatedly.
“Oh my…fuck” Jenna moaned and arched her back while gripping the sheets in her hands. You hook your hands under her thighs and pull her closer. You moaned at the sweet taste of her which sent vibrations throughout her body.
Her moans went up an octave each time you did it. She felt the knot in her stomach appear and she knew she was going to cum soon. You removed one of your hands from her thigh. You ran a finger up and down her slit, gathering wetness before pushing your middle finger inside her hole.
Her knuckles turned white from her grip on the sheets. You started slowly pumping in and out before reattaching your lips to her clit. You added a second finger, your ring finger to the mix.
Jenna’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted from the insertion.
You sat up and hovered over the girl with one free arm. You leaned down towards her lips just brushing yours against hers. She tried to lean up and connect your lips but you backed away. She let out a whine which quickly turned into a gasp as you abruptly sped up your fingers.
“Fuck!” She gasped.
Your fingers were increasing in pace, they also were starting to cramp but you pushed through it. The only sounds being heard were the slapping of your palm against her vagina and the moans spewing from Jenna’s mouth. You slowed your pace and curled your fingers and instantly hit the spongy spot inside her walls. Jenna let out a scream as she now gripped your forearm.
You felt her walls pulsating around your fingers. A few more curls and Jenna’s back arched to the sky as her walls trapped your fingers and you felt hot liquid around them. Her jaw fell open as choked moans came out from her intense orgasm. After a moment, Jenna started to relax and you pulled your fingers out.
“You taste delicious” You smirked as you licked her cum off your fingers. She looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk.
After you finished cleaning her off your fingers, you leaned down and captured her lips. She moaned as she tasted herself on your tongue. You took this time to position yourself over her entrance. You broke the kiss for a moment to grab a condom from your dresser, rolling it on your hardened shaft, and lining yourself up before capturing her lips again.
Slowly, you pushed yourself inside her. Jenna broke the kiss as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
You loved seeing her like this, so vulnerable. It was only for your eyes and you couldn’t get enough of it. You bottom out in her as she clenched around you at the feeling of you being deep in her.
“Shit” You hissed as a deep groan escaped your mouth.
Jenna’s eyes snapped to you as she watched your face twist in pleasure. She wanted that godly sent sound to escape your lips again.
“Pick me up” Jenna mumbled.
You obeyed her request and sat up on her your knees with her in your arms. You hooked your arms around the back of her knees and gripped her cheeks with your hands.
Instead of starting slow this time, your hips snapped into a quick pace. Nails dug into your shoulder blades making moon crescent-shaped indents. Your lips attached themselves to her collarbone, bruising up the area with love marks.
"F-F-Fuck Jah" Jenna cried out. Her hips bucked wildly as you hit the right spot inside her. Sweat cling to your forehead as you concentrated on bringing her into a blissful state. But there was something in the back of your head telling you this was wrong. But you ignored it and focused on the trembling woman in your arms.
I can definitely handle you…
A devilish smirk grew on your face. You were going to have fun with her tonight. You stopped your thrusts, much to her dismay. You laid her down back on the bed, her legs now resting on your shoulders. You interlock your fingers with hers and start going to town.
Jenna looked down at the sight of your stick, glistening from her arousal, disappearing inside of her. The knot in her stomach tightened and her walls fluttered around you, signaling how close she was. So naturally, your pace sped up to an inhuman one. Your headboard knocks against the wall.
“Yes, don’t stop!” Jenna sobbed.
A couple more thrusts and immediately Jenna saw stars. The knot in her stomach snapped and she arched into you once more, no sound escaping her lips as her second orgasm ripped through her harsher than the first one. She expected you to stop and let her catch her breath but you did the opposite. You kept thrusting into the girl, fucking her through her orgasm.
“W-W-Wait baby” She hissed as her eyes widen from you continuing. She removed her right hand from yours and pushed it against your pelvis, trying to get you to stop and let her catch her breath.
"Nah" You smirked.
Her legs fell from your shoulders, effectively giving you more access to go deeper. At the feeling of you being deeper, Jenna tried to scoot away from you.
"Nah, where you going?" You said. You flipped her onto her stomach. You pulled her ass towards you and you inserted yourself back into her before she could properly take a breath. A long dragged-out moan escaped her lips. Your hands gripped her hips, forcing the girl to move back onto you.
Jenna’s eyes slammed shut and she buried her face into the pillow. But a gasp was muffled by the pillow escaped her as you delivered a sharp hard thrust.
“Fuck!” Jenna screamed. You smirked as you delivered more sharp thrusts. Choked moans spilled from her mouth until she felt herself tremble. She was sent into another orgasm, her third one for the night.
“I can’t. I-I-I can’t baby” She sobbed as she tried running from you once more.
Your hand went around her throat and you pulled her up against you. You kissed her jawline as your other hand explored her body.
“Give me one more baby girl” Your voice dripped with lust. It was deeper and raspier which made Jenna swoon. You littered her neck with hickeys as she reached behind you and slid her fingers through your hair.
You started slow this last time, setting a smooth pace for both of you. Her heavenly pants went straight into your ear as she rested her head on your shoulder.
“You feel so good” You stated with a groan.
Her fourth and final orgasm was quickly approaching. You were almost there too, you wanted to cum together for the final one. Jenna knew you were close to exploding by the way your hands gripped her hips tighter. She purposely clenched around you which made you hiss and bury your face into her neck.
“Baby…look at…me” Jenna moaned.
You didn't want to look at her because you knew if you do, you'll be a goner. But Jenna wasn't having that, she tugged your hair and forced you to look at her. One look into her eyes had you gone, your hips stuttered as you felt yourself empty into the condom.
“Oh fuck” You groaned and gripped her hips tighter. You knew that was going to leave a bruise.
At the sight of you reaching your climax, Jenna cried out, incoherent words escaping her as she climaxed for the final time tonight. You held her close to you as she trembled in your arms. The two of you shared lazy kisses as you calmed down from tonight's activities. Both of you have tired smiles on your faces.
You pulled out her and she whined from the loss and overstimulation. You pulled the used condom off you, tied it up, and threw it into the trashcan beside your bed. The both of you laid back down on the bed. You lay on your back with your arm behind your head as Jenna cuddled up to your side. It wasn't long until Jenna's breath evened out, signaling that she was asleep and you were following her.
a/n: I also change my mind constantly on everything so the fans/public still don't know...yet cause I have a plan for that *insert evil smile*
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Tickletober Day 23: Sweet
Fandom: Marvel (Avengers)
Pairing: Sam, Bucky, Peter 1 (platonic)
Summary: Sam shows Bucky how all the cool kids are trick or treating by knocking on Peter's bedroom door in the tower. When the teen doesn't have any candy to give, the older two Avengers look for a different kind of sweetness to get.
(Yep, had to include one of these three ❤️ :))
"Sam, what are we doing?"
"You'll see in a minute," Falcon replied as he lead him over to a door in the Avengers Tower.
"Believe it or not, I know how to trick or treat. I was around when it was popular."
"Yeah, but the kids have upgraded what they do since you were around. Now I'm going to show you the right way to do this."
Bucky watched as Sam knocked on the door in front of them. At first, no one answered so Sam had to knock twice more before it finally opened to reveal a familiar face.
Peter pulled back one side of his headphones. "What do you two want?"
Sam held up a bucket. "Trick or Treat."
The teen deadpanned.
Bucky huffed out a laugh. "Seem things haven't changed as much as you say they have Sam."
"Ah, but you see, kids aren't as gullible as back then. Now you really have to work to get candy."
Peter pulled his headphones down around his neck. "Did you really knock on my door so I would give you candy?"
Sam patted Bucky's shoulder. "Just showing him the ropes of how's it done."
"I don't need you to show me how to Trick or Treat," Bucky shot back.
"Wait, isn't this the exact opposite of what they warn you about in school?" Peter pointed out.
"They teach you in school not take candy from strangers Pete."
"And now there's two strangers knocking on my door asking for me to give them candy."
"Look, all you gotta do is put something in the bucket and we'll go," Sam responded.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have anything to put in the bucket."
Sam pulled his bucket back. "Rude."
Bucky's face lit up as he grabbed his friend's shoulder. "Hey Sam."
"What?"
"If he won't give us candy, maybe he can give us another type of sweetness to make up for it."
Peter's eyebrows furrowed together while Sam matched Bucky's grin. "I get what you're laying down."
When both of them turned to Peter, the teen got the feeling he was screwed. "Oh no."
Peter tried to shut the door but Bucky managed to throw his arm up in the way. The teen then tried to run to his closet but he was quickly caught and thrown on the bed.
Bucky and Sam rushed to pin him down.
Peter squirmed. "No! Let mehe goho!"
"What's the matter kid?" Bucky wiggled his fingers into the bottom of the teen's socked foot. "You seem nervous."
Peter desperately tried to pull his foot away while still trying to fight with Sam's hands.
"I know, right?" Sam managed to slip past the teen's arms and dig into his ribs. "It's like he's worried something's going to happen."
"Naaah! Knock ihit ohoff!"
"Not until we get the sweetness we need from Trick or Treating."
Bucky spidered his hand up to squeeze Peter's knee. "So where are you hiding it?"
"AH! NOWHERE!"
"I think I know where it is." Sam dug into the kid's stomach. "Down here."
Peter bent in half. He desperately tried to pull his knees up to protect his stomach but Bucky kept pulling them back down. "No! Nohohoho!"
"You're right Sam." Bucky dug into the kid's thighs. "Looks like we found his hiding spots."
Peter was in stitches. He scrambled to roll over onto his other side but the older two pulled him back onto his back.
"Looks like you're desperate to hide something from us," Sam teased.
The teen shook his head. "Ihim nohot!"
Bucky rolled up his shirt. "Let's see what he's so anxious to hide."
"No!" Peter again tried to pull his knees up to protect himself but Bucky pinned them back down while Sam grabbed onto his arms. "Noho wahait!"
A moment later, Bucky's head rushed down to start nibbling along the teen's exposed stomach.
Peter's eyes screwed shut as he cackled and twitched at the feeling of the super soldier's teeth and facial hair attacking his bare stomach. He twisted his feet up into the air to try to counteract the feeling.
Sam gave Bucky a nudge. "Alright, my turn before we kill him."
"Nohot yohou tohoOOO! NAAH!"
Bucky chuckled. "Sheesh kid, could you be any louder."
Peter thought he was going to explode from the feeling of Sam's facial hair and teeth brushing against his stomach. It somehow felt even worse than Bucky's.
Finally, after several more minutes, Sam pulled his head away from the kid.
Peter sagged into the bed. "Jeherks."
Sam nudged him. "Drama king."
The teen kicked at them both.
"Hey! Keep that up and I'm going for those toes next."
Peter immediately pulled his feet up. "Don't yohou dahare!"
"Wehelp." Bucky stood. "Ihi thihink we got the sweetness we were looking for."
Sam ruffled the teen's hair before leaving the room with Bucky. "I think we did."
The teen glared at the two retreating figures before throwing a pillow at the closing door.
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Duckling
SFW Hazbin tk fic
Lee!Charlie, Ler!Lucifer
Obviously it should go without saying, but just in case, this is a strictly platonic father-daughter relationship
Summary: Lucifer reminisces about what moments he did get to have with Charlie, though upon realizing there's not many, he decides to make some more
I'm in my feels, I'm projecting :D sorry
Charlie looked up from her list of things to do around the Hotel, spotting her father. Deciding to take a break, she set the list down and jogged up to him. "Oh, dad! I was planning on watching this movie later, if you maybe wanted to watch it with me?" She asked, hopeful. Lucifer smiled up at his daughter, apologetically and took her hands. "Of course I would, Kiddo, but I'm in the middle of a project with my duck figurines. Maybe tomorrow though."
Her heart sank a little but she smiled back with a small nod. "Yeah, yeah that's no issue at all, Dad, it's okay. Tomorrow works." She gently tugged her hands away, picked up her list, and went back to work.
Lucifer couldn't help but feel bad turning her down. He did want to spend time with his little girl, but he also really wanted to finish this project. He was so close to being done with it, and it had to be perfect.
He headed back up to his room, shrugged his jacket off, and set his top hat on the rack nearby. As he sat down at his desk and picked up the duck figure, he thought back to the last time he had actually spent time with Charlie.
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"Chaaaarlie~! Where aaare youuu~?" The king sang out. A small giggle sounded from behind him. Of course he knew where she was, but he couldn't catch her too soon. It would spoil the fun.
He placed his hands on his hips and stayed turned around. "I guess I'll never find my little duckling at this rate. What a shame." He heard quiet shuffling behind him as a certain little Princess tried to sneak away. He turned around quickly and playfully growled, "Come back here!" She squealed and tried to run, but he was quick to scoop the child up, tickling her tummy and kissing her cheeks.
She squealed and giggled, trying to push her father's face away. "Dahaddy noho! I have ihit, I'll gihive it bahack!" Lucifer stopped with a smile, and held his hand out. The child reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a little duck figurine, decorated to look like herself. She placed it in his hand with a soft pout, which quickly went away as he kissed her forehead.
"It's not finished yet, Duckling, but you can play with it when I'm done, okie dokie?"
She smiled back at him. "Okie dokie."
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His eyes drifted to the old, faded, wooden duckling he had just been thinking about. It had been nearly two hundred years since then, leaving the paint cracked and faded, the dress tattered and worn, and the pig tails frizzy and a little messy.
He looked down at the duck in his hand. It also was made to look like Charlie. Only this time it had her bright red suit and ponytail.
Wow... Nearly two hundred years since I actively spent time with Charlie, and the one time she asks me to do something with her, I say no and instead opt to spend that time with a wooden representation of her.
He sighed, set the figurine down, scooted back from his desk, and left his room to go find his real daughter. As expected, she was back to working, looking down at her clipboard as she had just checked something off her list.
He walked up behind her and gently latched onto her ribs, just under her arms, grinning as she squealed and immediately dropped, her knees giving out due to shock; something she got from him. He followed her down, continuing to tickle her ribs and sides.
"I gotcha, Duckling!" He smiled, watching a familiar playful light return to her eyes. "Dahahad nohoho! Stahahap!" She squealed, pushing at his face the same way she used to. Lucifer tickled down her side, then skittered across her tummy, chuckling as she curled up into a ball around his hand, giggling.
She started to fight back more, pushing and gently slapping at his hands, while Lucifer just pushed back at hers and batted them out of the way to pinch at her ribs, earning another loud squeal that would dissolve into giggles.
He summoned his wings, reaching them over his shoulders to playfully brush at her tummy, neck, and ears. Charlie's giggles turned squeaky as she tried to swat him away. "Stohohop stohohop nohoho! Dahahad thihis ihihisn't fahahair! Wihihings are cheheating!" Lucifer chuckled at this. "Cheating? I wasn't aware there were rules suddenly." "Thehere ahahare, I'm thehe prihincess ahand I mahade them juhust nohow, ahand you're cheheheating!" The king laughed at this. She definitely took after him.
When he finally let up, she was still giggling, trying to calm herself down from the sudden attack. Lucifer helped her up, and started to tug her in the direction of the lobby. "Welp, come on, you said you had a movie to show me- Ah!" As soon as he mentioned the movie, Charlie raced ahead of him, now being the one to pull him toward the lobby. Easier for her since he was a full head shorter than she was.
Charlie practically tossed the surprised king to the couch and looked through her bag to find the movie she had been talking about. "Vaggie got a friend to bring it here, it's called 'Finding Nemo,' and this is what we're going to watch," she slide the tape into the weird VCR creature Alastor had made, then looked back at him, "Okie dokie?"
Lucifer gave a fond smile. "Okie dokie, Duckling."
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