#ticklish!heron

[amazingmsme]

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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Sundress

Janis ‘Imi’ike x shy fem! reader + Regina George x Cady Heron

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Semi-public sex, group sex, oral, fingering, spanking, mild degradation(reader receiving)

In which, Janis can’t get enough of reader’s sundress and an afternoon out by the pool turned into something more

The spring season had just rolled around but there was something unusual about it...how warm the weather was. It already felt like summer despite it being several months away. Trying to make the best of it, you and Janis decided to head over to Regina's to hang out since it was currently spring break. Janis got into the driver's seat with you in the passenger's side. And it was like a switched flipped in her once she started driving. Her hands were all over you while you sat uncomfortably. You shot her a look, displeased right as she stopped at a light. "Babe, what the hell are you doing?"

"You look so cute in that dress..." She grins, hand squeezing your thigh, "God...I wish I could just eat you up."

You snorted a laugh, "I'm not about to have you pull over somewhere just so you can eat me out." "Who says I have to do that to make you feel good, baby?" A smirk forms on her face as her fingers started to trail your thigh, making you squirm because you were ticklish. As much as you tried to play it cool, you couldn't deny that you were becoming just a little turned on by the idea. You shrug. "So you're okay with it?" Janis asks for confirmation.

"Yeah." You answered curtly. Her hand moved to the space between your thighs and you feel her fingers push your underwear out of the way before they began to tease your folds. Truthfully, this whole situation made you a little nervous, but it wasn't like you had the time to think about that. Janis was skilful at making you wet- meaning it never took her long to have you ready to take her fingers or her mouth...or whatever else she had in store for you. Of course, you finding her to be so incredibly attractive also helps when you allowed your mind to wander. The tenderness of her gesture combined with the warmth radiating from her hand was a sure-fire way to rile you up- and the weather? Things were strangely in both of your favours. Janis alternated between finger-fucking you and rubbing your clit which was only just enough to stimulate you and always had you yearning for more. You'd been biting down on your lower lip so you didn't make any noise of seemed suspicious to any possible onlookers, so when Janis finally pulled up in front of Regina's mansion after literally edging you for a half hour you just had to kiss her.

"Calm down, y/n..." She chuckles lowly, hand around the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss, "Hard to think that you said you didn't want to get fucked like this while on our way here, huh? Now you're so needy, aren't you? Can't keep your hands off me."

After a few minutes of a handsy make-out, you both quickly straightened up and rang Regina's doorbell. Seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Cady, wearing a halter swim top and boyshorts. Regina showed up behind her wearing a bikini.

"Oh, fuck me." You mumbled incoherently.

"Baby, I so would." Janis laughs, side stepping the couple to enter. You do the same, your eyes avoiding them.

"What's up with your lip?" Regina asks almost immediately, sitting down on a in-pool lounge chair.

"Nothing." You lie, not about to reveal the sexual antic in the car to the most popular girl in school.

"Yeah, everyone shows up with a bleeding lip and messy hair to my house." She scoffs. "So unless you got into a fight, Janis totally had her way with you in the car." You blushed, sipping your can of soda. You looked at Janis uncomfortably, she just looked at you with a smirk. "Did you seriously wear a t-shirt to the pool, 'Imi'ike? Come on, just take it off- the weather's fucking hot. I'm not gonna save you if you fall in the pool and hit your head."

"I don't see either of you telling her to do the same." Janis retorted, pointing to you.

"She's shy, I'm not gonna force her to do that." Regina chuckles over her words, swirling the drink in the can.

"She seems pretty mad at you." Cady mentioned to Janis.

"No, she's not." Janis said back, the smirk still on her face.

"Well, she looks-"

"Sweetie, I think y/n's just a little...bothered." Regina leans closer to the redhead beside her.

It took a second but, "Oh. Oh, okay. Sorry, I uh- sorry."

Janis snorted trying not to laugh. Regina looks at her amused, "That's the last thing you should be feeling. I feel like we should just...fuck." "What?" Cady shot the blonde a bewildered look. Regina wasn't joking.

"We're all thinking about it...come on." Regina laughs, looking at you then at Janis. "I mean, not exactly like this but now that we're all just here, why not?"

You were still avoiding eye contact with anyone who wasn't your girlfriend, and now maybe even your girlfriend too. But, your body seems to know what it wanted before your mind did, sending a rush of heat down south.

"Look at this poor thing, crossing her legs." Regina brought the attention onto you, glancing at Janis who manages to give her a shrug, "First time for everything right?" "Cady?" Regina asks, looking over her shoulder. "Well..." Cady exhaled, her nostrils flaring, "I'll admit that's always been a fantasy of mine."

"y/n?" Regina asks you softly, complete opposite of her usual tone of voice. It made your heart flutter unwillingly as you licked your lips and flinched at the sore spot.

"If you don't wanna do it, you can just watch...or do whatever you want in this house. She has plenty of games and shit." Janis scooted closer to you to speak, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Or I could just take you to the bathroom and y'know."

"The bathroom? You might as well fuck her out here in the open if you want to pick that place. I have guest rooms, Janis." Regina was offended. Your hear Cady laugh, and Janis' eyes leave you. Then, her gaze returns. You look at her. "It's okay, just- let's just do it here. Fuck it." You decided. There was definitely some shock in her eyes when she heard that, but she was genuinely concerned, "Are you sure?"

You nodded silently. "Okay." She cups your cheek in her hand, pulling you closer, "Looks like we're doin' it."

"Safe word is red." Regina declared. Janis immediately attacked your lips with hungry kisses and naturally, she managed to pick you up onto her lap without breaking the contact one bit. "So are we all just focusing on her first or what?" Regina was suddenly beside you. Janis annoyedly yanked the blonde to your chest. "Alright, then." The blonde was impressed, sharing a look with Cady then tilting her head towards you.

"Just...do whatever you think will feel good." Regina encouraged. Your eyes peeled open briefly and you saw the blonde sitting on the floor — in the water, right in front of your face. Your cheeks flushed as she put a finger through the shoulder strap of your sundress, pushing it down just enough to reveal your breast. While Janis trailed wet kisses down from your lips to your jaw, you let a whimper slip when she found the particularly sensitive spot on your neck. With Cady's hand still stagnant on your thigh, you feel Regina pinching your nipple. That was when Cady started to grope your thigh, moving in sync with her girlfriend's movement. This 'triple-threat' clouded your mind so quickly that you forgot what you were even apprehensive of. You simply had not a single second to think about anything then the rapidly growing pleasure.

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Janis removes you from her lap, causing them all to detach from you. But before you could grumble, your girlfriend was straddling you, pushing down the other strap of your dress and smoothly pulling the piece of clothing off downwards. Now in nothing but your soaked underwear, the moment of sobriety hits- making you acutely aware that you were almost fully undressed in front of people who wasn't your girlfriend. Regina took this as an opportunity to attach her mouth onto your breast, sucking on it expertly. You whimpered aloud, but the noise was quickly swallowed by Janis' unending kisses. Then, you feel your legs get pushed apart and the absence of a pair of lips on yours. Your eyes darted downwards and saw Janis face to face with your pussy. And Cady...she was- oh, now working your other breast, pinching and twisting the hardened tip like no one's business. As you tried to fight the urge to kiss someone, Janis' tongue lightly flicked your heated clit, watching your reactions closely. But her gently moves were no longer sufficient. You blindly found her head and held her close with your hand. Regina pulls away from you to watch your face, as you whined about the loss of that one form of stimulation, your eyes somehow saw the blonde touching herself. "OH, fuck." You panted, "Regina - can- can I kiss you?"

"Thought you'd never ask." She smirked, your head tilted to capture her lips, her hand was cupping your cheek to keep you from moving- just like how Janis' was, so that you were not squirming about. Cady begins to suck on your neck so aggressively that you simply found it impossible to hold back anymore - a particular loud whine echoed through the space when Cady also found the same sensitive spot in the crook of your neck. Regina laughs into the kiss, Janis responded by squeezing your thigh- all of which to force you to open your mouth and let them hear you.

"Let me hear you, okay, baby?" Janis requested gently knowing that it'd definitely work on you.

"Are we making you feel so good, y/n?" Regina's hand migrated to your chin, managing to squeeze just about both of your cheeks, you nodded impatiently, "I wanna hear you, okay? No more holding back. Me, Janis and Cady want to hear just how good we're fucking you, you little slut."

"Hey!" Janis exclaimed with a gasp.

"I-it's fine." You swallowed harshly, "Ja- Janis, keep going." She didn't say anything but you felt her again, so there's that. You felt yourself approaching the peak at a steady pace, but when you felt two fingers slip inside of you, the paced just picked up a ton. Especially with Cady apparently now rubbing your clit to add on to it. You felt the need to go onto your side, and they didn't stop you but just went along with it. Janis couldn't care about how you were presented in front of her, as long as she could continue sucking you dry and making you cry— almost. Regina stuck her tongue into your mouth making you moan in return. And fucking hell, this whole set up was something you never thought you'd be involved in, yet here you are being the centre of attention. "She's crying, Janis." Regina realised as she broke away, "You alright?" As dirty this act felt, you knew they all cared about you. It wasn't just for them. But because Regina pulled away from the kiss, so did your hand on her breast.

"I'm fine—" You assured, back arching off the chair at the same time you fell back flat on it. Janis was forcing your legs open at this point, assaulting your nearly-overstimulated bundle of nerves to get you over the edge. "She's close." Janis spoke while her face was buried in you, it made you cry out. Then her tongue pushes into your entrance just to give you more. "Fuck!" You let out, nearly screaming. Everything- every little bit of touch, contact, anything at all sent shocks down your spine as you inched closer to your high. There was no doubt both Janis and Cady could feel how erratic you were. But Regina was no fool, giving you all that she's got to help the two girls shove you into overdrive. Janis smacks you repeatedly, sending needy noises and vulgarities spewing from your usually nice mouth. The three of them ogling at you while you started seeing stars, feeling yourself throbbing. "God, y/n. i never would've expected this from you...so loud." She chuckles into your ear, "I'm so close too, baby. Keep going, that's it- let me hear you moaning and whining for us, you little plaything..."

"Cads, switch please?" Regina asks hopefully, right at the second where Janis stops everything.

"Oh, my God..." You squirmed, "Janis-"

Cady quietly switched places wth Regina, allowing the blonde to finally feast her eyes on your drenched cunt. But that wasn't all...no. She didn't just take her spot. Regina fucking George climbs on top of you, her legs bracketing either of your sides. Her bare ass hovering above your face, her voluptuous breasts pressed against your torso were not on your list of possible occurrences — ever.

Holding her hair out of the way in one hand, Regina proceeds to traap your clit in her mouth. "Oh, my God—" Three words. That's all you could get out before Cady tilts your head towards her and kissed you. She shut you up, but your mouth wanted to moan, whimper, whine...all of it. You couldn't take this intensity much longer: Cady was groping your breasts and making out with you, Regina was sucking onto your clit like it was candy and Janis? She was as good as slamming into your sore cunt like this was her last chance to do so. All of them were merciless, savouring your moment of desire for touch. And more. All of them had one goal in mind...

You somehow manage to get out of Cady's hold on you, "Shit, guys- I'm so —" They didn't want that- they wanted to hear your needy little noises. They were a determined trio, and you easily submitted to them being so close. You were holding back your orgasm, wanting to feel more until you absolutely couldn't take it. "Think you can give us one, my love?" Janis peppered soft kisses on your inner thighs, her fingers still going in and out of you but sluggishly. You reflexively shook your head no, wanting her to go faster. "Please go faster, Janis. Please." You begged tearfully. "I need- I want more."

Her fingers rammed into you just like you'd asked, the other two of them picking up their paces too as you wished for. The coil in your core threatens to let go. You whined loudly, and it was like they could read your mind. "Come on, baby. I know you can do it." Janis coaxed, "Come for me, baby..." She feels your muscles clenching and she pokes at your g-spot intentionally for a few times before retracting her fingers. "Off." Janis demanded and the blonde quickly detached her mouth to let Janis take you. You unraveled, back arching off the surface as the release gushed from you into her mouth. Janis chuckles contently, kissing you there before lapping you up. You were moaning throughout each second of your orgasm, giving their eyes and ears a sinful treat.

Janis was trying to clean you up but the blonde and her redhead clearly had other ideas. "I think she can give us one more, Janis. What do you think?" Cady asks.

As much as Janis was worried, seeing how badly your body trembled, she was the only one who knew for a fact you could come again. She's done it before- and during both your first times. "Are you up for it, my love?"

Your mind's turned to mush, desperate for more pleasure. Still hearing your heart pounding in your ears, you gave them the green light and so, they carried out their ministrations for a second time from you. Janis let them do it- Regina rubs your clit while Cady finally had her turn to fuck you with her fingers. Janis watched, enjoying the little show before her eyes. Before any of you knew it, the clear gush of liquid proceeded to come out of you nearly drenching Janis in the face. "Holy shit." Regina stops, chuckling in disbelief. "Wow." Cady pulls her slicked covered fingers out swiftly, tempted to lick them clean. Regina notices and just put them into the redhead's move, raising a brow, "Go on, taste her." Regina climbs off of you, letting Janis take over. "Good girl." Janis presses a kiss to your lips, "You're alright, hm?"

"I know," You said back tearfully, "I know, I just- oh. my. god."

"You did incredible." Regina winked, "It was good, wasn't it?"

"Good?" You panted, "I can barely breathe now."

"Never would've thought something like this would actually happen." Cady grins, "You...taste so sweet."

"I know." Janis smirked, kissing you again.

"We should do this again." Regina decided.

"Not today you're not." You instantly informed her.

Regina shrugged calmly, "Sure, you watch us three then."

[toweroftickles]

The Boy and the Heron - Tickle Headcanons

I have been so excited for this movie for so long! Obviously, more “Ghibli Giggles” drabble collections are going to spring out of this, but in the meantime, here are my immediate out-of-the-theater thoughts.

Mahito Maki

Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Armpits, Feet

He does not like being tickled at. All. 😆 He’ll get all pouty and mad if someone tries it.

The only person he ever allowed to tickle him without elbowing them in the face was his mom, but even that made him sulk.

His preferred form of retaliation is to push, shove, and (if necessary) punch.

One of those boys who doesn’t “laugh” as much as “yell and scramble in the opposite direction.” (You know the trademark “Ghibli run” that every single character does at least once? Where they sprint and hold their arms out like geese? That.)

Sort of lonely growing up. Schoolmates and friends don’t usually tickle him; it’s pretty uncommon and comes as an unpleasant, embarrassing shock.

Will hold his breath, squeeze his eyelids tight, and suck his lips in between his teeth to keep from laughing. His record is about 15 seconds.

⬆️ This frog incident (not to mention that time the pelicans swarmed him) really tickled, but he was too nervous to laugh. XP

Himi

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Tummy

Always covers her face and shrieks whenever someone pokes her. Maybe a tiny bit embarrassed by how ticklish she is. ^^

Definitely a screamer. And a kicker. Her laugh is bubbly and cheerful and she seems to have fun with tickling, but she can’t hold still to save her life.

Be careful - she’s usually got a firm control of her pyrokinesis, but too much tickling can cause her to expel fire blasts all over the place!

The only people she ever tickles are her little sister and Kiriko. (She tried it on a parakeet guard once…ineffective.)

She’s a sneaky one, fond of surprise attacks. Has spidery fingers that love to poke.

A daydreamer. Sometimes when she’s cleaning up her little house, she pretends that her feather duster is tickling the furniture. That makes her giggle.

The world created by The Granduncle is stuffed to the brim with sentient bird species, and one of Himi's hobbies is collecting their discarded feathers. (Not directly related, but she does know which ones tickle the most!)

Kiriko (Young)

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of the Feet, Ribs, Armpits

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Upper Back

Loves being tickled on her ribs and her tummy until she can’t breathe…that’s a super-fun endorphin rush for her…but can’t handle it on her feet. Armpits are 50/50; that depends on how much she likes you.

She struggles - needs to be restrained or held down. Her toes get very wiggly when she’s tickled near there; it’s pretty adorable.

Big sister energy. A fan of rowdy horseplay, of all kinds - wrestling, noogies, tickle fights, the works. (She’s also a dirty cheater.)

Her first-choice method of cheering up a grumpy Lady Himi is to mercilessly tickle her until she's too happy to frown anymore.

Uses aggressive attacks; really digs her fingers hard into her victim’s vulnerable spots and scratches wildly. Can be very mean if she wants to.

You can hear her amazing laugh for miles. She always throws her head back and lets loose a hysterical smoker's cackle that makes everyone around want to laugh along with her. It's fun and contagious and full of life.

Both she and Himi always get a case of the giggles when swarmed by friendly Warawara.

The Grey Heron

Ew. And furthermore, ew.

Not ticklish at all. (Again: ew.) BUT…

The Grey Heron's feathers possess many magical properties. There's a supernatural energy rippling through their fibers thanks to their constant transformation (see, in the film, how they can provide homing magic to arrows and have a biochemical bond with the Heron’s body)...a goofy side-effect of which is that they're much more tickly than normal feathers.

Suffice it to say, this creature should be captured and studied immediately. For science.

[frauleindermorgen]

a kiss to make the other stop being stubborn

kiss meme

"Look. Stealing all five pairs of my gloves is impressive, Edward, and it certainly sends a message but I am going to help the refugees in the next room over with or without hiding my Brand."

It is still an odd experience to think of Daein palace as her own (though less so now that more than just Sothe have joined her there), but at times like this she is supremely grateful she has a place for the people - all of them - who need her. The contingent from Hattari are weary from the journey and disaster both and if someone hadn't continued to waylay her she would be back in there healing them with Sacrifice now that her magic stores were running so low.

(She should have known better than to walk out of the room. But, contrary to popular belief, the Queen of Daein is aware she will collapse if she doesn't eat.)

"I'm going," she insists, not very queen-like at all as she practically dives past Edward but he's grown so strong, and he catches her effortlessly. She lets out a huff of breath half laughter and half frustration.

"Listen, I would not hear the end of it from King Tibarn if I sent for another Heron royal, so just let --"

She stumbles for a moment as Edward changes tactics, and for a moment as she looks into his eyes she wonders, has she made him angry? She knows he worries, knows his heart as well as her own it feels like at times, and so surely he knows how important this is, surely...

Ah, he's captured her hands. She really doesn't want to have to call Sothe on him, and so soon too (the thought the zephyr might disagree with her doesn't even occur to Micaiah).

"Really, what do you think," she says, and then laughs at the foreign ticklish feeling on her bare palm, "Edward!" oh and the laughter that springs forth as he presses kiss after kiss to her hand is like the light of summer itself; she is a child in this moment, rather than a queen, and the ridiculousness of the situation only heightens that feeling.

"I yield, I yield!" She manages, laughter calming as does her earlier hot-headedness; Queen Nailah was more than a match for King Tibarn, she thinks, smiling back at Edward as her thoughts start to fall into place, and besides Rafiel was always too shy to ask after his siblings himself.

"...alright, I'll pause, at least for tonight. I promise."

[gentlenekomata]

She wasn’t very used to compliments and she couldn’t help but awkwardly smile at the words of Reyson, actually knowing that he spoke the truth telling her about her behaviour and attitude: she was taught to be polite and - aside from any personal interest - she always made her best to be respectful and gentle towards the interlocutor, regardless of the identity and species –she loved any kind of creatures.

As he spoke, the majestic griffon brought the muzzle closer to Sakura’s hand, gently touching the edge of her fingers, a ticklish sensation caught the petite priestess as she tried her best to stick her hand close to him: she was a little bit afraid that he might change his mind and bite her, but the friendliness of his glance and the seraphic smile of Reyson convinced the petite priestess to gain courage and open her hand to the griffon’s muzzle. It was pretty humid, but tender and warm: to much of her disbelief, the creature softly lick the palm of her hand, making Sakura shiver for a moment as she didn’t expect such tactile sensation at first.

“I… think he likes me, maybe” she giggled, keeping her hand open to let the griffon sniff more: the friendliness of the creature did really surprise Sakura, who for the first time had been so close in contact with a creature like a griffon. Not that she wasn’t used to extravagant and rare beasts, but she usually was on the other side of the fence, looking them from afar. Yet, this time she had the opportunity to be close by and she gave a long look at the muzzle resting on her hand with dreamy eyes and with a little smug on her face –she was so proud of her and that moment. It was then that she turned to face Reyson, a very serious yet delicate expression hovered on her visage.

“Do you think we can take him for a stroll?” she didn’t know if it was allowed with such rare creatures, but she made a very pleading face as she stared at the Heron prince, hoping he could in some way allow such activity.

       galdr for a mount.

[demigoddessqueens]

Main Masterlist III

Critical Role - multi party dancer!reader // multi party Father’s Day // little one afraid of storms // there was one bed 🛏 // modified memories // Song: Insider angst // saying I love you to them // sacrificing yourself for them // snowball fight

Vox Machina - Percy and you expecting // sick Percy // Percy and Vax wedding // Percy angst // sister of Everlight // writing, kiss prompts with Percy // prompt ask for Archibald // close call with Vex’ahlia // layers of clothes // supportive Vex’ahlia // Percy in the rain // baby first word // facing a meltdown // one year birthday // siren seduction // baby on the way // Orthax horror // Percy confessing to childhood friend // in the acid room // sibling helping with proposal // yandere Percy + Trevor // perchalia smut // Percy drabble // selkie reader // if baby VM cried // ticklish Baby VM // sacrifice for them // vex and shy reader // ADHD reader // vampire reader // scanlan soulmate // love song // vax’ildan angst // Vax saving you // telling them they’re the best // surviving with Archi and Percy // playing with Little One

The Mighty Nein - cowboy traveler // Caleb taking care of you // close call headcanons // caleb leaves you // Caleb and librarian reader // Caleb saving you // expecting with Caleb and Essek // Molly with reader and kiri // Marion and babenon with poison master // Fjord with familiar // Fjord as a father // Cadeuces with aroace reader

Crown Keepers/Bell’s Hells - birthday baby // secret crush on Orym // Dorian and Ashton expecting // reader saving Cyrus // Will and Orym proposal // hugging crush // unwanted visitor + MN // poly with Dorian + Dariax and Orym // bell’s hells baby antics

EXU Calamity/Rings of Brass - Loquatious headcanons //

Dune - Paul atreides HC’s

The Martian - mark watney smut

The Dragon Prince ✨ - Soren + maid!reader // Chitty chats

The Sea Beast - letters from the sea 🌊

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit - boromir angst

Exophilia 👹 - shadow monster

Star 🌟 Wars ✨- ahsoka + Ezra + Rey headcanons //

Spider Man NWH - yours, mine

Arcane/League of Legends - jinx angst headcanons

Blood of Zeus - heron headcanons // bubbly personality with ⚡️//

Assassin’s Creed - Christmas with the crew 🎁

Castlevania - drunken mishaps with VM and Cass // kissing headcanons // at the fair // pregnancy headcanons

Alucard - hollow knight sequel // dragon reader part 3 // season 4 Alucard // playing with Alucard’s fangs // hollow knight p3 //

Trevor - fatherly Trevor // Trevor vs wolf //

Hector - dragon reader //

Isaac - love story //

Genshin Impact - drunk headcanons // on your period // fluff + smut fic // pregnant headcanons // yandere scaramouche

Nezha Reborn - love at first punch

[the-iron-orchid]

Hey~

For the kinks ask - can I request 67 for Jinana/Julian? If it's not too weird, ofc!

67: Tickling (erotic or otherwise)

Well, uh, this one’s short but filthy, hope you enjoy! :)

Pairing: Jinana/Julian, Julian POV, ~900 words

Warnings: Bondage, marking, cock bondage, orgasm control, domination, tickle torture

🔞🍋 18+ Only, Minors DNI 🍋🔞

Julian grips the cords that bind his wrists to two corners of the bed’s sturdy canopy frame, arms spread apart. His ankles, too, are bound, his legs equally spread as he stands with his back to the bed itself. (Heron does very good work; this bed has more than stood up to the games that Julian and Jinana play.)

They’ve been playing for some time this evening; Jinana is in a leisurely mood. His body is already well-marked by hir mouth, hir sharp little teeth, hir short nails, and the cords that bind him. His hair is damp with sweat, and his cock and balls ache with need - a need that will only be fulfilled at hir whim, in hir time.

S/he has that part of him, too, bound with silken cords, so that his every movement adds to the torment - he must do his best not to wriggle too much, lest the tugging and friction of the cords send him over the edge before s/he has given him permission to come.

He feels Jinana’s body press to his sweat-slick back, and hir gentle fingers comb the heaviness of his hair back from his face. He lets his head loll back against hir shoulder, and hir teeth catch the lobe of his ear with another exquisite little pain.

“We’re going to play a new game, darling,” s/he tells him, hir voice low in his ear, and he shivers. “You’ve been doing well this evening.” There is a smile in hir voice. “We’ll see how much longer you can last.”

He has a premonition of sorts, even before hir fingertips skate lightly over his sides, his ribs. Julian’s body goes rigid, and he must fight his first instinct, which is to twist away, with his entire being.

Jinana chuckles, and hir fingernails run lightly over his hips, his upper thighs... then his inner thighs, close enough to his groin that he groans aloud with frustrated wanting.

“Oh, dearest, you know you’re not getting off quite that easily.” Hir fingertips trace feather-light patterns back up his hips, and his belly tenses as they travel up toward his waist, moving with a slow intent that makes the anticipation all the worse. Julian is trembling by the time those fingertips start to make their way inexorably up his ribs, and he bites down on his lower lip to muffle a little shriek as his body flinches back uncontrollably. Of course, the movement causes the silken bonds to rub and to pull, making him moan aloud with the sensation.

“Ah ah,” Jinana tells him, hir hands now traveling over his chest, finding his nipples, nails raking over them so very lightly before pinching them between hir fingertips, just the way he likes it. Twin bolts of sweet, sore pleasure strike through his body, making him want to arch back against hir - but he just barely manages to restrain himself, gaining an approving little laugh that is almost drowned out by the sounds he makes. He doesn’t have to be quiet, after all...

Jinana’s warm little hands move out over his sides again - and there’s nothing he can do about it, no way he can stop his body from reacting, from twisting and arching in his restraints, desperately trying to escape the ticklish torment, and completely unable to do so. And every uncontrolled movement brings him closer to the edge, eroding what small control remains to him.

Jinana continues to tickle his ribs without mercy, while Julian desperately grasps at the shreds of his self-control, all sense of anything but this gone from him. Finally, beneath the strangled series of cries and groans he can’t help but to give, hir voice carries itself to his ear, hir words to his brain.

“Oh, Ilya… I want you to come for me. Come for me now.”

The response is imprinted on him now, the trigger of words that almost instantly relaxes his hard-fought control. Hir name is the last thing he manages to say before the orgasm erupts in him with a force that leaves him spasming helplessly in hir arms. Harsh cries tear themselves from his throat as his cock jerks in its own bonds, spurting into the empty air before him. And all the while, s/he does not let him go.

When he can breathe again, Julian finds himself still supported by those slim arms, hir murmuring voice soft and soothing in his ear.

“I know that’s difficult for you, darling. You did so well.” S/he speaks words of magic, and Julian feels the bonds around his lower body and ankles loosen and fall away. Once more, and his wrists slip free as well. Somehow, s/he manages to keep him from falling, easing him down to where he lies across the bed, recovering.

Jinana looks down into his face, cupping his cheek in hir hand and tracing hir thumb over his lips, hir lips curved in a smile. There’s nothing he would not do for that smile.

S/he fits hirself against his side, lightly stroking his hair, his cheek, his chest. Hir touch and hir voice ground him in reality, bringing him back from the place he goes when he submits himself to hir.

“Your endurance has grown so much,” Jinana says. “I’m proud of you, darling.” As always, the words of praise warm him, some inner part of him drinking it in like nourishment.

“Anything for you, my love,” he manages to whisper. “Anything.”

[tickly-tufts]

For the FE3H question, I personally would like to see some Claude and Dimitri (I think the tag is something along the lines of Claumitri or Dimiclaude)

“AH!” Dimitri jumped, startled by a sudden jab to his side. The quill he’d been using promptly snapped in his grip, falling to pieces before he whipped around. The young prince was stunned to find the leader of the Golden Deer grinning back at him.

“How goes the studying?” Claude asked casually, hands folded behind his head.

“It’s progressing,” Dimitri replied, though he continued staring at Claude in confusion. “Is there something you needed? You could have called my name.”

“Actually, I did, but you didn’t seem to hear me. Figured the hands-on approach would work a bit better.”

Did he really? Had Dimitri simply been too absorbed in his notes to notice?

Deciding it was a reasonable enough explanation, Dimitri bowed his head.

“My apologies, then. How may I help you, Claude?”

A quick exchanging of lesson materials later, the incident was all but forgotten.

—

“I believe you’re supposed to take two steps forward, then one step back… Like this perhaps?”

Dimitri fumbled as he spoke, hesitant in his dancing. The only thing he was even less certain of in that moment was his ability to instruct.

Goddess only knew what had led Claude to asking him of all people for help.

“You were picked for the White Heron Cup, too, right? That means we’re in this together. I’ve never taken part in any of these stuffy noble dances, so it’ll be a learning experience for us both!” Claude beamed. 

Dimitri didn’t know how Claude was so relaxed even as they waltzed together, the two of them swaying hand-in-hand with little space left in-between.

“Now then, where was I supposed to put my other hand again? Right about… here?”

“Hah!” Dimitri gasped, immediately jerking backwards at the sensation of squeezing against his ribs. However, with his arms still around Claude, it was only a matter of seconds before they both lost their balance and toppled into the grass.

“Claude…” 

“Yes, your Princeliness?” 

“Was that intentional?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Looking far too comfortable sprawled out on top of him, Claude smiled, revealing nothing as Dimitri frowned.

—

“So, I just have to make your back hit the ground?” Claude questioned, already in a battle stance. 

“Yes, and I promise to hold back my strength to make it a fair fight,” Dimitri answered. “Of course, you’ll be the loser if I pin you down first.”

“Fair enough,” Claude shrugged, and so the match began.

…and ended before either of them could even consider breaking a sweat.

“I win,” Dimitri announced, a rare glint of smugness in his eyes.

“…You cheated,” Claude deduced upon realizing he’d been tricked.

“Whatever do you mean?” Dimitri shot back, and even though he knew he was in a vulnerable position, Claude couldn’t help but be impressed by the cleverness.

“Well then, what do you plan to do now that you have me captive?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“First things first…” Dimitri’s free hand, the one that wasn’t wrapped around Claude’s wrists, migrated downwards. “What was it you were doing before? Those two times you tried to feign innocence.”

Claude’s eyes widened.

“Now, now, let’s not do anything hasty. Dimitri? H-Hey… DIMIHEHEHAHA!”

Bursting into laughter before he could finish his entreaty, Claude hid his face against his arm, hoping to muffle his reaction even as jolts of ticklishness threatened to overwhelm him.

“Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” Dimitri wondered aloud, poking and prodding at Claude’s stomach through his shirt. “Or maybe you assumed I wouldn’t even notice what you were up to,” he theorized, kneading at Claude’s unprotected flanks.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! I GEHEHEDDIT AHAHAHALREADEHEHEHEE!”

“Hm, are you blushing?”

It was an honest observation rather than a tease, yet it still served to make Claude’s cheeks burn brighter.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” he denied through hysterics.

Things only got worse when the tickling moved to his ribs.

“EHEHEHEHEHEEK! W-WAHAHAHAIT! DOHOHON’T!”

“Ah, so that’s why you targeted this spot last time.”

“EHENOHOHOHOUGH! P-PLEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

Ever the gentle soul, Dimitri chose then to show mercy, removing his fingers from where they’d been digging into Claude’s ribcage. 

Before long, the prince was back on his feet, offering a hand to his exhausted companion.

“Are you alright?”

Picking up the pieces of his shattered dignity, Claude sighed, accepting the aid.

“Swear you’ll never speak of this again, and I’m golden.”

[sexysilverstrider]

A Practice to Remember

 To this day, Claude still wonders why his professor even considered him, of all people, to participate in the White Heron Cup.  “Ah,” she remarks, “a little to the left. You slid too far for that move.” Instructions pour out of her mouth calmly. Serenity and focus grace her face. But don’t be fooled. In all honestly, Byleth herself is at lost in the art of dancing. While she struggles in trying to guide the young heir in his dance practice, at least she can be glad that she isn’t the one that is going to dance in the competition.  Still…  “Teach…” Huffs of unsatisfied air escape his mouth. Finally halting to a stop, Claude plops his hands to his sides. “I mean this in the nicest way possible,” Green eyes stare at the apathetic woman, “but I feel like a crab who has lost its purpose on a Tuesday morning.”  The joke runs over her head; that is obvious with such a blank stare she is giving him.  Arms crossed and tightened. A single breath is held, then released in a slow manner. “Sorry…” is all she musters. Shame kisses each cheek. As agile as she is in the battlefield, Byleth has to bitterly admit that dancing has a different grace altogether that even she cannot grasp. Her head lowers, hiding the embarrassment of being unable to guide her student.  Byleth is rarely one to show emotions. But to see guilt wash over her face, Claude feels his stomach clench in complete discomfort.  Turns out he doesn’t like that sort emotion from her.

 “Hey now.” Hands quickly wave in front of her, he approaches forward. “I didn’t say you’re a bad teacher, Teach!” Laughter is forced in vain hopes that it will dispel her sorrow. “It’s just…uh…” One hand quickly rubs the side of his neck. “I’m sorta bad at this dancing thing, that’s all—”  “No.”  Her reply is quick. Sharp. Completely silencing him from saying any further.    Lavender eyes snap forward, actually making him flinch where he stands. “I’m your teacher.” A frown tugs the corners of her lips. “I should be guiding you, even if it means making sure you ace this dancing competition.” Resolve burns in those big beautiful eyes. “Even if it means I’ll dance with you to make sure you learn!”  Shock is the recurring character in his opera of emotions as Claude stands in bafflement at her statement. Fire burns in a pair of lavenders. Sparks of awe twinkles in a pair of greens. “Uh…” He tries to break the suddenly awkward silence. Both hands level near his chest. Both feet remain glued where he stands.  It takes her a full minute to realize what she said. And once the thought has registered, a flush of red splashes her cheeks.  Cute.  “I-I mean…” Stutters. She actually stutters. “Of course I don’t want to intrude. But I’ll make sure by the end of today, you’ll have the grace of a—”  “Dance with me.”  Shock ties her tongue tied.  Things seem to happen too fast for someone like her. And Byleth soon realizes that a hand—his hand—has reached out for her. Once, twice, she blinks at the waiting palm. A low chuckle accompanies her ringing head, and the young professor looks up at him.  His smile can rival the sun above.  “Well…” A light snicker tickles his tone, “since you did say you’ll dance with me so that I can learn better.” The grin on his face widens to a smile; playful at first, then slowly eased to one of anticipation. His other hand is positioned behind his back. Claude doesn’t move much afterwards, merely waiting for the response of his beloved professor.  However, as seconds grow to minutes, regret and shame start to envelop him—  He’s thankful he manages to swallow a gasp once his hand is finally being held.  “Well then…” Gaze falls to the held palm. She watches as slender fingers gently curl around her own. She hitches a breath as his grip cosily tightens around the shape of her hand.  It feels…right. Safe.  Warm.  The thought echo in unison without their realization. Byleth remains still in her position, unaware, lost, and frankly, very embarrassed at the action she has done. Courage took hold of her a few seconds ago, but that bravado now dissolves into awkwardness. She keeps her vision low, straight at their held hands. Uh… She wonders if Sothis is available in her head now. If that mysterious being is available, she can give her advice or at least ease her of this painful still-stone moment—  “B—Teach…”  His voice. She hears his voice.  Shivers run down her spine for his tone lacks of the cunning tune she is ever so used to.  Finally holding on to the bits of courage she manages to collect, Byleth finally looks up.  His smile can truly take her breath away.  Unbeknownst to her, a tornado of emotions is raging inside of him as well. Her eyes are flames that always attract him like a helpless moth. Her quiet stare both eases and wrecks him. Though words are not her strong suit, Claude feels hilariously hopeless every time she decides to open her mouth and speak.  He feels absolutely foolish every time she easily but unwarily snatches his attention with the simple movement of her pretty pink lips—  “Anyways—” he quips, then inhales sharply. “Ready to be swept off your feet?” Enlightening the atmosphere is always is strong suit. And even in this moment that literally takes his breath away, Claude holds on to his shaking sanity and straightens his back. “I may not look like it, but I’ll make sure to impress you by the end of the day.”  Surprise washes her face. And in a split second, short laughter bubbles inside the practice hall.  He fears his traitorous heart will blow their cover anytime soon.  “Okay,” is all she replies. Pushing away the bundle of nerves that twists her chest and stomach, Byleth fixes her posture. Her right hand squeezes his left, and she can feel her body being gently pulled forward. Though she had never danced in her life, Byleth is quite proud in her observation skills. She has seen commoners and mercenaries danced around a dancing campfire. She has seen happy couples gracing the earth with no regards to anyone around them. As a kid, Byleth always found the scene amusing and interesting. She even wondered once what it would feel if—if—she was ever in that situation.  And now, looks like she doesn’t need to wonder anymore.  Without a word, she moves her left hand to his right shoulder. Gaze never falls to the tall heir, always to the positions of her hands and body.  She isn’t ready to look at him now anyways.  A hand can be felt on her left hip. Shoulders flinch ever so slightly, but composure is quickly recollected in hopes that he didn’t see. “Ready…?” His voice huffs softly above her head. Warm air brushes dark blue strands, caressing each to each of her burning cheek. Words are absent entirely; a simple nod is given as a response.  A hum tickles her ears, and Byleth rues over the fact that she already feels empty from losing the touch of his right hand.  With ease, Claude gently placed the spindle of the phonograph near him. Once music starts to fill the hall, he places his focus on the woman in front of him.  By the stars, when he does, Claude actually feels his breath being taken away as his stares into those pair of dashing lavenders.  A smile stays in place. A heart howls like a wild beast.  Without a word, he starts to move. Following her instinct, she starts to follow. Left and right they sway. His hand on her hip tickles her ever so slightly, twitching a shaky smile that only widens his own. One step forward. Two steps back. Their bodies are merely inches apart. Their heartbeats drum as one.  As much as Claude is supposed to be the one practicing, Byleth isn’t all that surprised when she feels him guide her on the dancefloor. Soon enough, laughter fills the air. Joy beams brightly among the two. While this whole ordeal was meant to be practice for the Alliance heir and she was supposed to teach him, in a matter of minutes, the sound of harmonious glee fits perfectly with the lovely music.  Fingers entwines wonderfully with his. The sway of her skirt provides cool air to her thighs. The swish of her hair tickles his ticklish chin. Sometimes her left hand will be released so that she can twirl a few steps away. Sometimes his right hand will brush up her back when she returns back to his arms.  Tap, tap. The sound of heels echo in the halls. Once more she twirls, and this time she jumps a mere inch, and jumps again when she spins back to his embrace.  She’s beautiful. He has never seen her this happy before. She’s beautiful. He has never seen her laugh so much. Sure, she is one who rarely to never show a proper reaction. Hell, the smile he saw from her for the very first time still lingers in his mind like haunting memory.  But to see her like this…right now…  His heart only howls louder. A gulps slides down a dry throat.  From afar, none can tell who is learning and who is teaching. The image that is a sight to behold right now is an image of two people happily enjoying their presence without a care in the world. Only momentarily that she has forgotten her role as a professor. Only momentarily he has forgotten his ambitions as a leader.  If only…he wonders. If only—she wonders.  Time could stop right now.  Suddenly, the steps she takes falters, but instead of flinching backwards, she only holds a tiny gasp to feel her body being pulled closer.  “I got you…” is all he musters, whispers, tracing delicate shivers down the sides of her neck.  His voice lulls close. Too close. Realization hits her far too soon and far too later when she feels his heartbeat drum near her face. Her right cheek, warm and kissed by heat, is pressed against his sturdy chest. One hand pressed close to his chest, while her right hand is still held tightly, firmly by reassuring fingers.  Words are absent in a presence of soothing music. But alas, even the music has finally reached its end. Thoughts are in a jumble, but her mind forces itself to focus on anything but his heartbeat. Emotions boil inside her roaring heart, but her brain firmly ignores it in complete vain.  But the situation is proven a challenge. How can she ignore this? Not when she can feel his arm, strong and safe, tucked comfortably around the small of her back.  She then hears his breathing. Harsh. Quick. Hitched.  She cannot look at him just yet.  Silence is always a norm for her. Silence is her friend. Noise often irks her, and there are only a selective few who she can tolerate especially since entering the academy.  But Claude. His voice is never noise. Not to her. Not ever.  So that’s why—as their bodies pressed close together, as their warmth caressed the skin shivering underneath—Byleth wants nothing more than to hear his voice right now—  “—leth…”  It was faint. Too faint. But she swore by the name of her deceased mother that she heard—  His hug tightens. Something is pressed gently onto the top of her head.  Ba-dump!  She wonders if the wave of emotions coursing through her accidentally caused a Divine Pulse. But one things is for sure: everything is happening too much, too fast around her. In a matter of seconds, just as she was about to register reality, she instead gasps meekly at the feel of her body being released and pushed away.  She wonders why she feels sad by the action.  Bafflement widens a pair of lavenders. Neither a sound nor a peep, Byleth gapes at the tall heir before her. She sees him pant, wheeze, all the while clutching where his heart screams.  Bafflement still paints her face, and will continue to do so when she hears short laughter next.  “Well I—uh…” Stammers break down what words he wishes to say. “I—gotta go, Teach. I think I’m late for—” One look at her is enough to rattle him. “—Professor M-Manuela’s class—” Breathe, you idiot. Breathe!  He is never like this. He should never be like this. Not once. Not ever. Never would he expect himself to be so easily exposed like a startled fawn. His masks should serve him well. His smiles should provide him the protection from the world he craves to save.  But now…as she stands before him…  Answers are never given, and Claude doesn’t know whether to be thankful or not. He laughs again, ever so dumbly. One arm bent on his stomach, he gives a little bow. “Bye, Teach! Thanks for the lesson!” Without a single hesitation, he dashes off.  Tick…tock…tick…  Byleth wonders how and when she got herself to sit on the ground.  A few dumbfounded blinks happen all too fast. Her head feels numb, then dizzy, until she finally cups her face with shaking palms.  His voice lingers in her ears like an enchanting tune.  Did he just… No. It couldn’t be. She was hallucinating. She is, still.  Legs bend, then straighten forward. A tiny whine escapes behind pursed lips. Heat can be felt on her palms. Her lower lip juts, shakes. Memories of minutes ago stirs her heart ablaze. The whine is now being vainly gulped down a parched throat. One hand slides to her heart, and Byleth groans meekly at the singsong tunes of the incident.  He feels so warm…safe…right…  Slowly she closes her eyes; she wonders if it would be alright to lie on the floor for a few hours. ---  He wonders if it would be alright to slam his head against a concrete wall.  Puffs of hot air are forced out of his lungs. Sweat trickles down the side of his neck and face. In truth, his whole body was on autopilot when Claude made a run for it. So colour him surprised when he finds himself safe and sound in his room.  He soon rues that the silence of the room only intensifies the memories of a few minutes ago.  The touch of her skin. The warmth of her body. Hell, when his nose tickles the strands of such soft, dark blue hair…  Fingers shakily move to his tingling lips.  “Ha ha…” Dumbfounded laughter cracks the deafening silence. “Ahaa…” His legs feel wobbly. Is he dizzy? He feels dizzy. Should he sit? Maybe he should sit. The decision is never made as Claude soon finds himself squatting on the floor.  He can still feel her touch.  In…out…and all he can smell is the scent of tempting mixture of caramel and vanilla.  Byleth…  A fool. He is a fool for almost sputtering out her name out of the blue.  Bump…he finally falls to the floor. Hands now ruffle the messy strands of soft hair. Claude closes his eyes once, then snaps them open immediately when all he could see was her bright smile.  A fool. He is a fool for letting his masks crumble when it comes to her.  She feels so safe…warm…right…so right…  Byleth… Thoughts in a haze of her, Claude mindlessly brings his right hand to his face. Eyes closed, he takes a deep breath, letting her scent linger in his nose, in his mind, in his heart.  He misses her already. So much.  Damn it… Looks like he needs to see her later during dinnertime and apologize for whatever’s happened back there.  And yet—I want to see her now…—he doesn’t regret the moment one bit. END

[aratilightwood]

Soft Kitty.

Set post QOAAD.

...

- Even though Kit’s eyelashes aren’t long, Ty loves butterfly kisses. It’s ticklish, featherlight and he enjoys the sensation of it on his cheek bones. Kit prefers Eskimo kisses because they’re a sweet gesture, especially on cold days when they only have each other to keep warm at the Scholomance. Sometimes he’ll say, “come to think of it, my lips are feeling lonely too.”

- Ty is taller and sometimes this bothers Kit, because it means he has to tiptoe when he gives Ty a peck on the lips. Or lift his head so their gazes can meet for a brief second, and he can catch a glimpse of the grey eyes he fell in love with years ago. Although, there are advantages of being shorter, like, settling as the smaller spoon in bed, or blushing whenever Ty brings arms around his waist to coax him into an embrace from behind.

- They grow into the habit of wearing each other’s sweaters, mainly because of familiar scents. They prefer wearing something that’s been taken off recently, because it’s still warm. Usually, Kit is the first to offer a piece of his clothing on a cold day, because he doesn’t want Ty to become ill. Kit becomes fond of one of Ty’s sweaters, so Ty hands it over to him permanently.

- After an intense day of patrolling and demon hunting, Ty becomes restless from the chaos. Kit insists they lie on the beach or grass, and count stars at night time. It’s a lengthy task, but it distracts Ty and the quiet atmosphere soothes him. They point out weird and funny cloud shapes, or beautiful constellations while holding hands. Kit occasionally hums the lyrics to a song ending with, “the story that I love you, it has no end.” They eventually fall asleep together.

- Irene is very protective of Ty so when she first meets Kit, she becomes hostile towards him. Kit is left perplexed and a little upset because he thinks, “another cat hates me,” especially since Church isn’t fond of him either. But as they spend more time together, she grows to love and adore him. She walks closer to him when they’re exploring the Carpathian Mountains, and she climbs onto an armrest to nudge her head against his when he’s sitting.

- Mina instantly befriends Ty and considers him as a second brother. Whenever he visits Devon, she always follows him everywhere, breathless with her small legs. She takes him around Cirenworth Hall and gives him a tour. Ty has a fascination with her warlock powers, especially of her advanced development compared to most children. Mina loves animals just as much as him, and they can talk about cats all day.

- When Kit is distressed, the feeling of Ty’s palm against his when they’re clasped together, comforts him. He’s grateful when Ty traces patterns at the back of his hand, in a circular motion. When Ty is anxious, he places his hand on the heron necklace and attempts to make his breathing even by counting heartbeats. Sometimes, he takes the jewellery off and fiddles with the chain idly.

- After being trained by a former Silent Brother, Kit gains experience in healing people. He becomes great friends with Catarina, who shares the same interest. His new skills prove to be useful when Ty gets injured. He wraps bandages, with careful hands, whenever Ty gets a deep wound. Ty insists someone else can do it. But Kit always replies with, “you gave me my first Iratze, now let me do this for you.”

- Ty remembers when Livvy used to sleep by his bed while he was unwell, so he comforts Kit in a similar way. When Kit becomes badly injured and has to stay in the infirmary overnight, Ty refuses to leave his side. They tell each other funny stories about their families to lighten the mood, before Kit falls asleep. When the duvet falls down Kit’s chest, Ty pulls it up and tucks him in again.

- When they’re staying at the Scholomance, there are restrictions as to when they can use the library. They keep quiet, but when everyone leaves, Ty insists they remain and read a book together. They don’t get caught most of the time. But when they do, the Professor instructs them to leave before they get a sanction. Kit doesn’t study at the school, but that won’t stop him from receiving a detention.

[blaithnne]

So... Cabeakley and/or Morgkley for the ship asks, pretty please :3?

So I’ve watched enough Darkwing Duck to love Morgana and ship her with Beakley, but not enough to do this properly, so I just went with Cabeakley

Who said “I love you first”

Cabrera

Beakley was leaving the house in somewhat of a hurry, grabbing some things and rushing towards the door when Cabrera called her back, “Bentina! You’ve forgotten something!”

Bentina turns around, “Hmm?”

Cabrera grins and gives her a kiss on the cheek, “I love you”

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Cabrera

Beakley doesn’t like having loved ones as her background in case her enemies get hold of her phone, but Cabrera is constantly changing her background because she keeps talking cute pictures of her loved ones.

Her current background is of when Beakley came over to the Cabrera household for the night, and along with Fenton they watched an old movie.

Fenton, having been working non stop at the lab and staying up all night patrolling the streets as Gizmoduck, managed to fall asleep on Beakley’s shoulder, and Gloria got a picture before Beakley could stop her.

Beakley and Fenton spent the next few weeks desperately trying to delete the photo incase anyone else saw it, but when they finally got a hold of it they couldn’t bring themselves to, not because they liked it or anything, no way - why would they like it? It wasn’t as if it was cute or anything, but M’ma would probably be mad if they deleted it so they might as well leave it, for her sake, obviously.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Cabrera

She likes to leave little messages in the bathroom in the manor that Beakley usually gets ready in. Love hearts and smiley faces, and reminders that she loves her.

Beakley says she’s acting like a teenager, but she secretly likes them

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Depends what you classify as cheesy

Cabrera will buy boxes of chocolate and cards and random things that remind her of her partner, and Beakley will get her swords with her name engraved on it and she’ll somehow manage to get a whole new model of gun named after her, so they’ve both got their own cheesy gifts

Who initiated the first kiss

Beakley

They were sitting on the couch in the manor watching some soap opera that Cabrera insisted they had to watch, when Cabrera suddenly remembered that she’d got a present for her.

She’d had her close her eyes whilst she scampered off to her car, and when she told her to open her eyes again, she handed her her own grappling hook, the one that she’d broken several weeks ago, all fixed.

“...Y-you fixed it...?”

“Weeeelll you said that you hadn’t had a chance to get it fixed yet so I- mmph!’

And Beakley just snogs her

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

They both do, but in different ways.

Beakley is an early riser, so she wakes her up with a gentle kiss on the forehead, and coaxes her awake if she’s not in the mood. Sometimes she’ll pick her up bridal style and set her down gently on the ground of Gloria’s feeling particularly stubborn. She always has her clothes laid out for her too, because Cabrera is not a morning person

But every now and then Cabrera will be up before Beakley, or Beakley will sleep in and it’ll be up to Cabrera to do the waking up.

She wakes her with a gentle kiss on the forehead, just so she knows that she’s not being assassinated by a fowl Agent, and then she goes in for the kill.

She jumps on her and plants kisses all over her face until she’s forced to fight back and they’ve fallen on the floor in a pile of tired laughter.

They both agree that Beakley’s method is much more welcome in the mornings.

Who starts tickle fights

Cabrera (again)

She’ll start tickle fights with anyone, Fenton’s grown accustomed to it, and even goes as far as warning Beakley that M’ma will find out if she’s ticklish and she will destroy her.

And that’s a problem because as it turns out, Beakley is very ticklish.

She didn’t know until Gloria took her by surprise one day, because no one would dare even touch the feared Agent 22 let alone start a tickle fight.

Except M’ma Cabrera, because she always wins

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Cabrera (jeez she’s on a winning streak)

She does it mainly because she knows it’ll turn Beakley into a blushing mess. She’ll just open up the shower curtain and go “Mind if I join you?” With this huge grin on her face, and Beakley will have a panic attack.

The first time she did it she really took Beakley by surprise and she ended up punching her in the face, so now she always announces her presence in the bathroom before doing it

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day with work at lunch?

Beakley

She sometimes shows up at Cabreras precinct with a packed lunch full of all Cabrera’s favourite foods, or sometimes she’ll stop and get a takeaway on the way there, it depends how last minute the decision is.

The first time she showed up a police officer fainted because “ohmygoditsAgent22shessocool”, and another time a civilian fainted because “ohmygoditsScroogeMcDuckssister”

But now everyone their is used to her visits, and one of the officers even asked her if she’d bring him some lunch as well, only to get a very stern glare and a raised eyebrow as response

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

They both were

Cabrera was nervous because of just how badly she wanted things to go well, she had everything planned and made the biggest romantic gestures possible because she just knew that this woman was the one, that maybe finally, for the first time since her husband’s death, she could love someone just as she’d loved him

Beakley is nervous because she hasn’t been on a date in years, and what if she screws up and fives this amazing, energetic and beautiful woman away? What if they get attacked by fowl agents and Cabrera dies? What if Black Heron returns and kills them both? What if Scrooge shows up and starts being overprotective like he is whenever anyone in the family gets into a relationship?

So they’re both terrified, but they didn’t have to be, because aside from getting kidnapped by the beagle boys and having to fight them off one by one, things actually went quite well.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

They both do

Cabrera takes them outside carefully, and makes sure to put them somewhere they won’t get stepped on or caught by a predator.

Beakley just fucking murders them and then Cabrera gets really dramatic about it

Who loudly proclaims their love when drunk

Both

Cabrera does it when she’s sober anyway, but when she’s drunk she’ll stand on a table and scream about how much she loves her girlfriend and “hEY LOOK AT HER ISN’T SHE HOT, I’VE KISSED HER”

Beakley doesn’t really yell about it, but she will tell everyone about the fact that they go out -

“Can I get you anything M-“

“Not a girlfriend, I’ve got one, she’s over there, isn’t she amazing?”

“Would you like something to dr-“

“Look at my girlfriend”

[amazingmsme]

A Little Closer

AN: a day late, but I’m trying to catch up. Decided last minute to change today’s yesterday’s prompt cause I’m desperate for more boz content! Just some wholesome father son bonding because we were honestly robbed. Hope y’all enjoy!

Zeus was anxious for what lay ahead. He had no doubt that his son was a capable fighter; he'd proven himself as such time and time again. But what they were going up against scared even him. Yet, what he was most afraid of, was losing his son before he had the chance to know him. Really know him.

And so he pushed him, probably harder than he should have, if he were being honest. He wasn't blind to Heron's fury, nor his contempt towards him, but Zeus couldn't bring himself care about that. Not now. Not when Heron's life was on the line.

He could sense his son's growing frustrations. A losing streak on the training field never felt good, but it was especially anxiety inducing when you're painfully aware of an important battle looming on the horizon.

Heron needed a break to rest his body and clear his mind. He'll improve drastically after a nap and a quick bite to eat, but his helpful suggestions went ignored. Zeus knew he was tired- exhausted even. He remembered back when Athena and Ares would train like this. He smiled at the fond memory. The only way to get them to stop had been...

Zeus looked down at Heron on the field, teeth clenched in a mixture of determination and pain. When he closed his eyes, he saw Heron relaxed; shoulders slack with a warm, genuine smile.

Zeus didn't want Heron's only fond memories of him to be ssssswhen he was disguised.

"Heron, why don't you come here for a second? I think I know something that might help," he called out, hiding his mischief behind a sliver of truth.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked as he approached.

"I can't just tell you! You gotta come here," Zeus instructed. Heron rolled his eyes, but complied.

“This better be good.”

"It is, I promise. Ares and Athena themselves trained using this very method." He noticed the way Heron perked up as he spoke. "It's something I taught them, and hope to teach you now."

"Really?" Heron tried to mask his excitement before doubt crept in. "But... what if I'm not as good as they are?"

"Nonsense, you're a natural!" he encouraged by slinging an arm around his shoulders, jostling him playfully. "Just do what I say, alright?" He nodded, waiting expectantly.

“Alright now, close your eyes,” he instructed, and Heron did so. “Good. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Reach your arms toward the sun, really feel the stretch,” he advised, slowly walking around behind him.

“Can I breathe now?” Heron asked, voice strained.

“Oh! Yes, you can breathe,” he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Slowly exhale, and release all the tension in your body.”

“What’s the point of this, exactly?” Heron questioned, clearly annoyed and skeptical of the seemingly pointless exercise.

“The point is to learn to relax and ground yourself,” he said gently.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’m nowhere near ready, and I’m sorry, but breathing and stretching isn’t gonna stop the giants!” he yelled, and Zeus could hear the underlying panic lacing his voice. He sighed, subconsciously agreeing with him.

“You don’t think I know that? Heron, I just want you to take care of yourself. Listen to your body and take a break when you need to.”

“I don’t need a break,” he insisted, fixing him with a harsh glare. Zeus only smiled with a wistful sigh.

“That’s what Ares and Athena used to say. And you wanna know what I told them?”

“What?”

“Come a little closer, and I’ll tell you. It’s a secret.” Heron shook his head, but did as he was told. “Little closer.” He rolled his eyes, taking another step to close the gap. Zeus threw a large arm around his smaller frame, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

Heron swore he wasn’t even saying real words. Heron scrunched his face as he tried to listen, cupping his ear as he leaned in. “Huh?”

“Gotcha!”

Heron screamed in shock when he felt himself lift off the ground in a crushing hug. He felt fingers dig into his sides and he bit back a giggly yelp.

“You and your siblings are all the same. Too stubborn to take a break unless someone makes you,” he teased, flashing a bright smile. Heron couldn’t bear to look and turned away, desperate to hide his own giddy grin.

“Y-you trihihicked mehehe!”

“I did no such thing! I really did used to do this with Athena and Ares!”

“You sahahaid ihit would hehehelp!” he cried, weakly shoving against the arms wrapped around his waist.

“Laughter always helps!” he reasoned as he scratched up his ribs, earning a snort. “Heh, sounds like you inherited your old man’s laugh,” he reached up to ruffle his hair. A dark blush spread across Heron’s cheeks as he struggled in his hold.

His hands crawled higher and a loud shriek filled the air as Heron thrashed around in his grip. “Noho! Not thehehere, plehehease!” he begged through bubbly giggles, holding one hand at bay with both of his. Zeus attacked his other side and he immediately crumbled, allowing the other hand to reach its target.

“Not where? Oh, you mean here?” he asked, feigning ignorance as he shoved his hands under his arms. Heron howled with laughter, pressing his arms against his sides and kicking the air uselessly. “Yeah, that does seem like a bad spot,” he mused, deciding to make matters worse and drill his thumbs in his hollows, drawing slow circles.

Heron was wheezing and cackling, using one hand to muffle his voice and the other to fend off the invading hands.

“Knohohock ihit ohohoff alreadyyy!” he whined, kicking in time with his giggles. Zeus couldn’t imagine a cuter sight.

“I suppose I could…” he trailed off in thought, drumming his fingers against Heron’s sides to keep him squirming. “If you promise to take a break from training. Just for a few hours to let yourself rest, then you can get right back to it,” he bargained. And, well, Heron wasn’t really in a position to negotiate.

“Fihihine! I’ll tahahake aha stupid break!” he cried out through his hysterics. Zeus wore a proud smirk, vibrating a clawed hand over his belly, allowing just the smallest amount of electricity to flow through his fingertips as he did so. Heron threw his head back, cackling wildly as he curled into a protective, twitchy ball of nerves.

“There, was that so hard?”

True to his word, Zeus relented after that. He set him back on the ground once he was sure Heron had found his footing, ruffling his hair one last time. Heron huffed out a residual chuckle and smacked the hand away, light enough to let him know he didn’t really mind.

“Well, you didn’t make it easy, that’s for sure,” he sassed, not bothering to hide the lingering smile still gracing his features.

“Ha! Only because I know you can take it,” he joked, punching his son in the shoulder before pulling him into a side hug, shaking him lightly.

“How thoughtful,” he teased back, feeling more relaxed.

Zeus wore a soft, fond expression. “Get some rest son. You’ve earned it.” Heron stood a little taller, his smile more authentic.

“Thanks, I will… Dad.”

Every day, the looming battle grew a little closer. But so did they.

[stxpidwithlove]

✧ * .   otp #2 ft. cady heron & jason ‘jd’ dean . * ✧

( @freczeyourbrain )

Who said “I love you” first

cady. duh. the girl produces word vomit like no other. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

cady, again. jd has had the default background forever.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

jd and they range from ‘you look beautiful today’ to some extremely filthy content. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

cady, are you kidding me? jd is a good sport about it, because he knows she means well

Who initiated the first kiss

i’m pretty sure this was jd? but cady was giving him major signals.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning.

jd again. it’s cady’s favorite way to wake up.

Who starts tickle fights

jd, only because he isn’t ticklish at all and cady knows it’s a lost cause. cady, on the other hand, is extremely ticklish on the bottoms of her feet. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

cady. it’s one of the way she likes to ‘surprise’ jd. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

cady. jd did it once, but cady was so busy at the zoo that she didn’t get to share it with him.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

neither. they’d been having sex known each other a while before going on their first actual date. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders

they both do. jd kills them, cady takes them outside.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

jd did it once at a bar and cady was so moved she almost started crying.

[toweroftickles]

Who are your favorite underrated ticklees? like characters you think should have more tickling art/fics about them?

Oh, now you’ve done it. You’ve unleashed a tangent. 😂 Buckle up, kids; this word-and-picture vomit is gonna take a while. All 30 slots gettin' used up on this one.

UNDERRATED LEES

Let’s start with Avatar. When the second movie came out I went through a bit of a phase…half the characters in it could go here. The whole Sully clan. The Na’vi are perfectly sculpted ‘lee material - their long bellies, the ribs, the feet - and NOBODY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF IT.

(Literally just think of all the tickle torture they get up to)

Moving on to anime, Studio Ghibli is packed with characters who deserve more tickle attention. My favorites have gotta be Ursula from Kiki’s Delivery Service (I really wanna see content with her, Kiki & Tombo together), Lisa from Ponyo, Fio Piccolo from Porco Rosso, and Young Kiriko from The Boy and the Heron.

(I could watch that gif of Ursula wiggling her toes for the rest of my life)

I'm also a fan of this girl Pipirika from Magi: Adventures of Sinbad. Not sure why. I don't even watch the show.

Then there’s Suki from the other Avatar. Less-popular character in a popular fandom. Crowded out by the rest of the Gaang.

Victoria and Mr. Mistoffelees from Cats 2019. SHUT UP I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK 😖

VICTORIA IS SO PRETTY AND SWEET AND PURE AND THE WAY THEY NUZZLE EACH OTHER AND THIS WHOLE MOVIE IS TICKLE-CODED

I'M NOT A FURRY

Vi and Caitlyn from Arcane/League of Legends. That show (and this pairing) is massively popular online, they are insanely hot together, so WHY is no one making tk content except me? HMMM? These bitches are ticklish as hell and they deserve this.

It’s. Not. FAIR. I am so thirsty for CaitVi content in the leadup to Season 2 the inside of my mouth looks like the Atreides family is going to set up a base camp and harvest exotic spice from the back of my uvula.

Art3mis from Ready Player One. Book Twitter has seemingly made it their life’s mission to demonize Ernest Cline and anyone who loves the novel/movie, so fan content is already a little thin on the ground as it is. But she needs to be put in a tickle machine, stat.

Ben & Gwen Tennyson. OG series; none of that reboot horsehockey. They fight and antagonize each other so much I’m genuinely surprised there was never a tickle torture moment in the show.

From the Nintendo side of things, Imma go with two underappreciated gothic sorceress baddies (Veran from Zelda: Oracle of Ages and Medusa from Kid Icarus Uprising). I'm also very fond of the various "hot ninja lady" iterations of Impa, particularly her orange-and-black ensemble from Skyward Sword.

And both Wii Fit Trainers.

Red Savarin from the obscure Tail Concerto DS game Solatorobo: Red the Hunter. Never played it; he just looks insanely ticklish to me. You know, some characters you can just tell.

Still not a furry.

Let's see now, Disney/western animation...Kida, obviously. Robin Hood & Maid Marian, especially the latter. (I love her giggle so much.) Mowgli is more childhood wish-fulfillment on my part: that insane Jungle Book tickle scene messed me up, and each time my prepubescent self rewound the VHS tape, I played a game with my mind. I kept desperately believing/wishing that this time, it would be different: Baloo would get Mowgli back, or their tickle war would resume later. No such luck. It's about him & Baloo specifically.

The 2004 iteration of Batgirl is my favorite one. Plus she's got a great laugh. XD

The Spider-Verse movies continue to be a Tumblr phenomenon, and yet I have not found a SINGLE solitary tickle post about Rio Morales. Can you imagine how adorable she would be as a lee? ❤️ ((Ticklish moms + older women in general warrant more appreciation.))

I also made this here list a while back. This community can tend to neglect characters who are canonically ticklish, perhaps because the question has been answered already.

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WHEW. Got all that outta my system. XD If any of you are still alive and still reading this, anybody on this list that you agree deserves more tickling fanart/fics? Any thoughts on underrated lees of your own?

[mrsmancuspia]

Thank you @persimonne for the tag!

1. Are you religious/ spiritual? Not really religious... maybe there is a god controlling us like puppets for his own amusment... but dunno really. Spiritual, yes!

2. Which Hogwarts house would you be in? Hufflepuf!! My patronus is a Heron :3

3. Which skill would you like to learn? Managing my anxiety, learn japanese

4. Would you rather: have the ability to fly/ have a coat that makes you invisible? DUDE, fly! thousand times fly

5. What good thing happened this summer? I found this beatiful fandom :3

6. If you could become an expert in one area, which would it be? Ceramics and pottery

7. Have you ever met a celebrity? If yes, who? Nope :T

8. Are you ticklish? much so.

9. What is your favourite swear word? Translate it to English if it isn’t your mother tongue. A la verga... I would be like “Oh the dick” and chingues a tu pinche madre... uuhh.. “screw to your fucking mother” dude, they sound so crappy in english :C

10. What does your last message say? I was talking to @sushigirlali about food ;P

11. What do you spend most of your time doing? Drawing, drawing and procrastinating.

I tag: @fettuccine-alfreylo @fantasticskystuff @cosmo-gonika @mytrash-mylife @fangirlart5 @picarito @emilyredekerart @alligatorjesie

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Stylish Summer Travel Outfits To Pack For Your Upcoming Trip

Summer travel outfits should be two things: cute and comfy! Travel in style with outfits you can mix and match with wardrobe you already own and the treasured few finds you pick up shopping along the way. Whether you are heading out of

 the country this summer or staying local, these outfits are great for everyday wear. Read on for our favorite outfits of summer that you won’t want to take off no matter the weather!

Midi skirt & tee shirt

Summer travel outfits should be two things cute and comfortable. That’s why we suggest packing your favorite midi skirt and comfy tee shirt for an outfit look that is perfect for the day and evening. A basic tee shirt is a staple everyone should have in their closet, especially a white tee. The white tee shirt is casual yet polished. The midi skirt is the perfect contrast to the casualness of the tee. It gives you just the right amount of dressiness you need to compliment your tee. The best part of this outfit is you can pair it with just about any shoe. So if you are exploring a new city during the day, a white pair of tennis sneakers would look equally as good as wearing a pair of designer flats while enjoying the nightlife.

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Basic shorts & tank top

Sticking with the theme of cute and comfy, packing shorts and a cute tank on a summer trip is a must! If you don’t already, make sure to keep the weather in mind when packing your summer travel outfits. That way you are always prepared with appropriate clothing. Say that you are venturing somewhere warm and humid like Florida in July you can save room in your luggage by bringing along your favorite shorts and a tank top. Shorts and tanks are summer clothing essentials. With so many different prints, designs and lengths you’ll always be able to mix and match your tanks and shorts and create interesting and trendy outfits every time.

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Basic Jeans And Tank

If you are someone who hates the way you look in shorts or just don’t like wearing them another good summer travel outfit to pack is your basic jeans and tanks. Sometimes I find wearing jeans in the summer to be more comfortable than wearing shorts. You don’t have to constantly stop your shorts from rising and the fact that your legs are hidden can act as a shade for your legs and make you feel cooler while in the humid air. Plus there’s no better feeling than laying out in the grass in jeans while soaking up the sun. You don’t have to worry about the ticklish grass or bugs that might crawl up your leg. You can just sit pretty in your favorite tank and jeans and soak up the rays without a care in the world.

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Denim jumpsuit

Comfortable clothing doesn’t mean it has to be boring. Summer travel outfits should also make you feel and look good while in them. A great outfit you should pack on your next summer destination is a denim jumpsuit. This all-in-one piece is great because it can be dressed up and down and won’t take up much room in your luggage bag either. Plus, who doesn’t love a fabulous one-piece outfit? A denim jumpsuit is a timesaver for when you want to get up and start your day without spending loads of time mulling over what clothes to wear. You can wear it alone or layer on some jewelry depending on your style.

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All-white dress

The all-white dress is a classic summer go-to style that is perfect for anyone! There is no wrong way to rock an all-white dress in the summer. You can keep it boho with a wide-brimmed hat and espadrilles, or go preppy with a nautical scarf tied around a low ponytail with a pair of Ked sneakers on your feet. As Cady Heron in Means Girls would say, “The limit does not exist!” You can do so much with a versatile dress that you’ll definitely get your money’s worth!

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Cute Romper

You can’t spell summer travel outfits with a romper! You can find a variety of cute rompers in both casual and dressy style. This perfect summer vacation outfit is not only super comfortable but versatile enough to quickly throw on for running errands or a stroll around town. They come in solid colors as well as fun and bright summer prints like stripes and polka dots. Whatever your style may be, you can find a romper that fits your unique self.

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Athleisure

If you ever had to catch a red-eye flight to snag good plane ticket deals, I’m pretty sure you weren’t dressed to the nines at midnight. A great travel outfit everyone should pack on a trip is some type of athletic wear. These days Nike makes some very fashionable athleisure wear that you can wear not just at the gym but everywhere. On a summer trip having a cute athletic outfit is great for days when the weather is less than ideal or when you have to catch an early or late flight. No one enjoys waiting at airports for hours on end, but when you have no other choice it’s good to wear something comfortable but also cute just in case the guy sitting next to you is the one. We can only dream!

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Wide-legged pants

During summer, the weather is hot and you long to be cool. On your next trip, pack a pair of cute wide-legged pants instead of your normal skinny jeans. Hear me out on this one, it might look a little awkward at first but you just have to figure out how to rock them. It can be as simple as a black tank top, necklace, and slide sandals and you have a fashionable outfit with little effort. The wide-legged pants are a nice contrast to typical tight jeans you are used to wearing during the colder months. Summer is not a time to play it safe, be bold and daring and get out of your fashion comfort zones. You might be surprised what amazing looks you can create when you try something new!

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What are your favorite summer travel outfits to pack for a trip? Let us know below in the comment section!