#wholesome tickle fight

[squishy-squishy]

Eclipse Lake alternate fight

Hi! This is my first Owl House fanfic and tickle fic. Just pure wholesomeness here. Summary: Let’s go wayyy back in time to the Eclipse Lake Amity vs Hunter fight. But instead of actually battling completely with magic, the two kids embrace their childish sides and fight a different way

Maybe he would have listened. If things had just been a little different٫ he would have listened.

Amity had tried to comfort Hunter after his breakdown٫ but of course٫ as soon as he had seen the portal key around her neck he lunged at her. She dodged out of the way, somersaulting and sending the Golden Guard tumbling to the ground.

“Aw, c’mon! Being nice usually works for Luz!”

He ran at her again, only for King to run in between them and shout a magic, sonic “WEH!”

In an instant, the little red bird that was following him had become a staff, and was grasped in Hunter’s hand, saving him from the attack. That tilted the scale, now he had a chance against Amity’s magic. He smirked at her shocked expression as she had the same realization. He moved in a flash of yellow light, but quickly found that a staff with a palisman felt nothing like the artificial magic that came from his old one. He yelped as he nearly lost his balance, sliding a few feet.

“Real staffs are weird-”

He was cut off by sticky abomination goo wrapping around him. It seeped into the sleeves on the coven scout uniform he had tried to disguise himself with. His staff once again came to the rescue, letting him escape the goo and teleport high above Amity.

Bolts of yellow magic lept around the empty lake, ricocheting off the walls. Two powerful witches, each with different fighting styles, neck and neck for the key. Hunter teleported all around her, and his staff clashed against the abomination goo she summoned as a shield. Once, twice, three times. His fingers narrowly brushed the key, but he could never grasp it before Amity knocked him away.

He became desperate, crazed. His eyes were wide and panicked as he fought. His teeth were gritted together so hard his jaw was aching. Every block, every dodge, every hit Amity got on him sent him spiraling. He couldn’t go back empty handed. He couldn’t, he couldn’t. If she escaped then he really might as well finish that grave he had been digging earlier, lie down in it, and never come out. It would be better than facing Belos after yet another failure.

Amity, on the other hand, was calm. Focused. Unlike Hunter, she had gotten plenty of sleep, and backup was on the way. She was confident in her ability, and knew how to use her staff and abomination magic at their best. She anticipated every attack, swiftly moving away with an extra graceful flair only Amity Blight could pull off.

At least, she did, until Hunter completely snapped.

“If you really wanna help, THEN GIVE ME THAT KEY!”

He caught the key with the end of the staff, and the rope holding it around her neck snapped. The key went flying, and the two teens collapsed to the ground.

Hunter tried to scramble to his feet, but Amity caught him around the waist and dragged him back down.

“Oh no you don’t!”

She hadn’t realized it, but in the process of tackling him back down, her thumbs had dug into his sides. It shot a feeling up his spine that he wasn’t expecting. A sort of tingly, electric feeling.

He squeaked, and fell back to his knees, his arms wrapped instinctively and protectively around his torso. Amity froze. King froze. Hunter stared at the ground in front of him and his ears went red.

What was that?!

He didn’t have much time to think about it, since after Amity snapped out of it she made a bolt for the key. He reached out to grab her but found himself flat on his back with a glob of purple goo holding him down. She calmly walked back over to him.

“W-what are you doing?!”

She knelt down next to him. “I’ve spotted a new opportunity. An opportunity to get you to calm down and stay here until backup arrives.” She hovered her hands over his sides.

He stared at her. She couldn’t possibly be serious. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Luz says laughter is the best medicine! And my siblings do this to me all the time. You’ll be fine.”

And with that, she rapidly squeezed at his sides.

It was almost comical how fast Hunter broke. He burst into giggles, his wide smile showing off the gap between his teeth. Any semblance of his tough, hardened and cocky Golden Guard persona melted away in an instant, revealing the dorky teenager he had hidden away. He threw his head to the side, hoping to at least save some of his dignity. “W-whahahat is thihis?! This is childihihish!”

“Good! I think you need to be a kid!” She drew a small spell circle in the air, and the abomination goo crept its way up towards his neck. Hunter squealed and scrunched up his shoulders.

King hopped up onto Amity’s shoulders. “Yes.. YES! Get him!” He climbed down and joined in on the chaos, poking at Hunter’s belly. His laughter became higher and squeakier, and he struggled to push King away with his hands pinned to his sides.

“Gehehet off! You’ll- you’ll pahahay for this!!” He threw his head from side to side. His laughter only picked up and his squirming became more intense when King crawled across his chest and went for his now reddish ears. “P-PALISMAHAHAN! HEHEHEELP!”

Amity gasped when the little red bird actually responded to Hunter’s pleas, and grew to a staff in Hunter’s hands. He used the same teleportation trick he had before to escape the goo, and dove for the key. Amity was just barely fast enough, climbing on her own staff and snatching the key off the ground before the two went tumbling down yet again.

Only this time, Hunter was at the advantage. Amity was stuck flat on her back, holding the key tightly to her chest. He was kneeling at her side, keeping her pinned down with one arm, and trying to pry the key away with the other. Years of training to be the Golden Guard made it easy to keep her down, but days without sleep made it difficult to take it away.

“Listen-” he started to say, making yet another unsuccessful attempt to steal it. “You’re strong, and I’m tired, but at the end of the day-”

His hand brushed against her neck. Amity squeaked and scrunched up her shoulders. After a few perplexed moments, Hunter’s mouth broke into a smirk.

“Oho, don’t tell me you have the same little weakness?” His palisman perched on his shoulder as he latched his hand onto her side. “Tell you what, Blight, you hand over that key and I’ll let you go. If you don’t give me it, I’ll just torture you until you let go of it. Either way, I win.”

Amity just stared back at him, clutching the portal key a little tighter. It was almost uncanny how much Hunter’s tone and expression reminded her of the twins when they were trying to get on her nerves. She saw Edric’s same look, and knowing what always happened when he had that gleam in his eye, she was a little scared. Still, she defiantly shook her head.

“Fine then. We’re doing this the hard way.” He skittered his fingers up and down her sides and ribs, and she burst into giggles. When Amity had tickled him, it was half to tire him out and half because from everything Luz had told her about him, he really needed to be a kid again and Amity decided to take it upon herself to fix that. She wasn’t trying to be too rough, or take it very far, just keep him there until Eda found them. But Hunter? He was motivated by spite, revenge, desperation. He really wasn’t going to ease up until she gave up the portal key, and it was maddening. The way he acted like a mean older sibling certainly wasn’t helping.

He hit a spot just between her underarms and ribs, and she screeched. For half a second she even considered ditching the key and just running. The only thing that kept her holding on was the thought of Luz, sick in bed at the Owl House and patiently waiting for her awesome girlfriend to come home. No way was she letting herself lose.

Even when Hunter started targeting that dreaded spot specifically.

“nAHAHAHAA! NO!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can’t take it yourself? Drop the key!”

“NEHEVER!”

Hunter laughed along with her. Despite the seriousness of getting the key, and the intense fight they had just had, he found himself having fun. The childish nature of a real battle turned tickle fight made his chest fill with a giddy feeling, one he hadn’t really gotten the chance to feel growing up in the Emperor’s Coven.

Eventually, Amity’s squirming allowed her to get a hand free to attack Hunter’s side with. He nearly pulled away in surprise

“H-HEHEY! Not again!”

“I’m nohohot giving up thahahat easily!!” She propped herself up on her elbow, continuing her attack while still trying to resist Hunter’s.

To King, it was an adorable sight. The two kids both had so much pressure from the adults in their lives, so much expectation to be absolutely perfect, and they had both let it go. It was a rare occasion to see either of them allow themselves to just… be kids. They acted like siblings, pushing and shoving, neither of them could hold the upper hand for too long. Eventually, the key was nearly forgotten in the playful chaos.

Nearly.

Both of them immediately ceased their tickling as soon as Kikimora’s voice could be heard echoing nearby. All of their childlike glee was sucked away in an instant, a brutal reminder of what was actually at stake.

Hunter moved his staff up to Amity’s throat, and she responded with shooting a spike of abomination goo inches away from his face with her free hand.

He glared down at her, but now Amity could see past it. The hurt behind his maroon eyes. Luz was right, he really was a bad but sad boy.

“At the end of the day, I know how to find you. And your human. So let’s just make this easy for both of us.”

Amity didn’t respond for a moment, and out of sight, she crunched the key in her hand before she silently dropped it into Hunter’s hand.

He flew away on his staff right as Eda arrived. She had to check on a still-a-little-out-of- breath Amity.

“Geez kid, what happened? Scared him off from the Titan’s blood?”

“No… but I found out something else.”

[giggly-squiggily]

Never Bore A Mischievous Demon (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Welcome to "Squiggily's self indulgent hour"- the post in which I write something out of pure desire and put my whole Ryusae loving self into it! I can't tell you why I had the sudden urge to write these two; I just did- and here we are :D

CW: Swearing, Suggestive humor (It's Shidou ya'll), possible Blue Lock spoilers! (I didn't have a setting in mind when I wrote this but gonna put that there and in the tags just in case)

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Summary: Shidou loves Sae's laugh. Sae hates when Shidou tickles him. One of them is lying.

He was bored. It was never a good sign when Shidou was bored.

Swinging himself on the balls of his feet, he dared a peek into the locker room to find Sae getting dressed. Practice ran late, the sky around them a warm orange color and the locker room mostly empty.

He smelled like expensive body wash and lotion, skin smooth against defined muscles. His hair mused from the shirt he pulled overhead, still damp from his shower. He looked a bit tired, pausing his dressing to yawn.

Shidou saw an opportunity and took it.

Faster than the speed of light, he darted behind Sae and grabbed his waist, pressing his fingers into the bare skin of his stomach.

“AH!” The shorter boy yelped and spasmed, an elbow lodging itself into Shidou’s own gut. It did nothing to deter the other boy. “Damn it, demon- get the hell off!”

Shidou laughed heartily, grinning at Sae’s death glare. “What, Sae-Sae? You know what happens if you take forever to get dressed!” He leaned in real close, just inches from his ear. “I get eager.”

“Go take care of it with your left hand.” Sae elbowed him again, jerking once more when Shidou let his fingers trail across his skin. Free from his clutches, he hastily pulled his shirt all the way down and grabbed his bag, eager to get away. “Do that again and I’ll-”

“You’ll what, Sae?” Shidou was before him once more, blocking him in with a teasing smile. “I wanna know- tell me what you’re gonna do to me~”

The other man’s eyes narrowed into slits, going for unfazed. So stoic yet so expressive; Shidou loved these little quirks only he seemed to find within the picture-perfect player. Right now, his expression seemed annoyed, but he could tell by the tightness of his jaw and flush creeping above his collar he was getting nervous.

Oh, how Shidou loved it when Sae got nervous.

“Go die.” Sae walked past him, making a point to shoulder check him on the way out. Shidou laughed as he followed along, relishing in his speedy pace.

Oh what fun they would have when they returned home.

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Sae felt his pulse racing in his ears as they walked the steps up to their hotel room. He tried to tell himself it was just the exhaustion, but he knew better.

Shidou was behind him, keeping a bit of distance and whistling a tune. Their relationship wasn’t a secret- there’d been many times they’ve come in with Shidou’s arm around his waist or his lips against his own. If anyone had an issue, they didn’t dare voice it. The perks of being who he was.

No- this distance was intentional. A false state of security the demon knew would make him antsy. He knew for now he was safe, but once that door opened…

Pausing before it, Sae took his time searching for the key- digging through his gym bag while Shidou carried on whistling. He could feel his eyes on him, watching his every move. It sent goosebumps across his skin; something Sae rarely felt with anybody.

Bastard. He hated how something as trivial as a look affected him.

No point stalling- Shidou would get impatient soon. Past mistakes taught him there was a time limit to how long he could keep the demon at bay. He swiped his card and unlocked the door.

The whistling came to an end. Sae tried not to look as he walked in.

The second the door closed- he ran.

“Sae-Sae~” Shidou laughed as the striker took off, sprinting for- what exactly? Their room? The bath? The balcony??? He didn’t think this through; another effect Shidou had on him. The demon was hot on his heels, fingers swiping at him and just barely making contact with his shirt. He needed to get away, now.

He found himself in a standstill with the demon, glaring into those sharp pink eyes. Shidou was grinning, flinching left and right to throw off Sae’s escape. Each fake out made him laugh, the sound ringing in Sae’s ears like a windchime. “Where you gonna go? Whatcha gonna do? You know you can’t hide from me!”

Bedroom it was. Sae sprinted, the thump of Shidou vaulting over the couch following him. He was so close-

“GOTCHA!” Shidou yelled as Sae swore, fingers just brushing the door. So close!

“Put me down, demon!” Sae grunted as he was swung around, half-carried into the room by the giggly man. He was soon tossed into the bed, sending the neatly lined up pillows flying. Before Sae had a chance to react, Shidou was on him, tugging at his shirt.

“Don’t you even think about it- Shidou!” Sae growled, fighting with all his might. Unfortunately for him, it was at this time the demon decided to enact his masterplan, pinching at his sides. “Knock it ohohff!”

“Hehehe, I told you, Sae-Sae; if you keep me waiting, I get eager.” Shidou beamed as he managed to shove a hand up Sae’s shirt, pressing his hand against warm skin. “And I want to be fed.”

“Fuck of-Ohoohhoff!” Sae wished he could have held out longer. Maybe if Shidou went somewhere less ticklish like his ribs he could. If he’d gone for his neck this entire scenario might have played out very differently.

Alas, he went right for the one spot he knew could break Sae down immediately. Well- near immediately anyway. “Ghoohohoh bahhahck to heheheell, yoohohohu dammahhahan behhhahahast!”

“Aww, why would I wanna go back when I’m in heaven?” Shidou cooed sweetly, his hands scratching at Sae’s stomach rapidly, making the smaller striker thrash about. “You can’t give a man a taste of your golden laugh and expect him never to come back, now can you?”

Sae wanted to punch him. He might have, if he wasn’t too busy fighting off the talons tracing random patterns into his skin. Each flick and press of Shidou’s fingers zapped his strength, the touch poisonous to his resistance. “Aheahahhaha, shhuuhhuuht uhuhuhp! Gehahahahaha, yohoohohohu’re just beheehheing duuhu-Gahhahahaha!”

“I’m being what? Dashing? Demonically attractive? Whatcha gonna say, Sae-Sae?” Shidou cooed, drilling both thumbs into the sides of his stomach as the rest of his fingers tapped along his waist. He leaned in closer to Sae’s flushed cheeks, pressing their foreheads together. This time, he was wise to move in only after Sae jerked. “Are you gonna tell me how you really feel? That you’re actually enjoying this? Hmm?”

He didn’t need words to know the truth. Sae’s actions made it clear he was. The lack of resistance, the hands on Shidou’s shoulders barely pushing him back- if anything they seemed to cling to him- how despite trying to glare, he couldn’t hold eye contact while giggling up a storm. 

God, why was he so freaking cute?

“Geahhahaha! Fuhuuhuhck! Fuhuhuhck, ohohohoaky! Ohoohohkay gehhehet the heheheell ohohohoff!” Alas- all good things must come to an end. Shidou didn’t fight when Sae put real strength in his shove, sending the other tumbling into the sheets. He didn’t fight back when Sae wrestled him on his back, glaring down at him through flushed cheeks and small pants. If anything- he stretched out beneath him with a lazy smile, drinking in the sight. “Thehehere…ahahahss.”

“Hmm.” Shidou smiled bigger, earning an eye roll from the other boy. He reached up, gently pinching Sae’s cheek. “Cutie.”

“Ugh, you’re insufferable.” Sae shoved his chest before starting to get up, making exactly one centimeter before Shidou pulled him down into him. “Lemme go.”

“Never!” Shidou laughed, further entangling their limbs as he pressed a fat kiss into Sae’s cheek. “You’re mine!”

“So annoying.” Sae groaned, but his squirms for freedom stopped. He let himself relax into Shidou’s embrace- pretending the heat in his cheeks was from the previous tickle fight. “You shouldn’t be allowed to tickle me since you’re not ticklish yourself.”

“Who said I wasn’t?” The taller boy asked, grinning when Sae leaned back to stare. “What? Just because you haven’t found it yet doesn’t mean I’m not.”

Sae narrowed his eyes, suspicious. Shidou resisted the urge to laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

“Tell you what- since you’re so cute; I’ll tell you.” Sae’s eyes narrowed further, but he let Shidou lean in. His breath tickled his ear as he whispered.

“Gross.” Sae rolled his eyes to the back of his head, smacking Shidou’s bicep as the other laughed into his neck. “Be serious, demon!”

“I am! Wanna try it out?” Shidou winked, laughing harder when Sae pinched his bicep. “Really though- I am ticklish somewhere. I’m sure you’ll find it eventually.”

“Of course I will.”

“So confident.” Shidou snickered as he pulled Sae back into his chest. “That’s what I love about you though- or I should say, one of the many things I love about you.”

So much for blaming his blush on something else. Sae let out a small noise of defeat as he pressed closer into Shidou’s chest, the day catching up on him. Shidou’s long fingers ran down his spine at such a soothing pace, he couldn’t bring himself to fight anymore. “I take it tickling me is one of the things you love as well?”

“Tickling, telling bad jokes- whatever makes you laugh really.” Shidou smiled in his crown, breathing in his scent. “I just love seeing you smile and hearing you happy. It makes me happier than anything.”

Sae didn’t have words; he suddenly didn’t trust his voice. Instead, he curled his fingers into Shidou’s shirt, pretending he was falling asleep and not fighting off the strange lump forming in his throat. Above him, Shidou carried on stroking his back, murmuring into his crown more sickly sweet things until he was properly out; dreaming of demons with pink eyes and funny smiles that made his heart do stupid little flips.

Thanks for reading!

[lunarisntlee]

Stop saying any tickling is a kink challenge

(Impossible)

[bubblygiggles]

I’m the best tickle monster

TICKLE FIC! DARYL,RICK,JUDITH (FLUFF,INNOCENT TICKLE FIGHT) Just a scene I imagined towards the end, when they are finally reunited and at peace, living happily.

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Daryl woke up in panic as he heard Judith screaming from another room. The door flew open as a smiling Jude ran into Daryl’s arms.

“What’s going on??” He tried grabbing her to get a better look on her face, but she slipped out of his hold and shielded herself with a pillow behind his back.

“He’s coming!” She shrieked. “Who??” Daryl couldn’t understand what was going on. Was it a walker? Why is she giggling behind him then? Did someone break in?

The sound of heavy steps approached the room with a slight growl. It must be a walker. Daryl reached for the knife on his nightstand but stopped himself from grabbing it as his saw Rick walk in like a clumsy dinosaur, his fingers wiggling above his head.

“The tickle monster!” Judith yelped, giggling uncontrollably.

“Im sorry? I thought I was the tickle monster.” Daryl turned to look at Judith.

“Not anymore Daryl, there’s a new one in town.” Rick rested his hands on his hips, standing like a cowboy sheriff.

“No. There can be only one.” He growled. Judith stopped giggling as she sensed a tension between the two. She loved how playful Daryl is with her, but she also loves when she gets to be silly with her dad. She watched them stare at each other with curiosity, tilting her head to see better over Daryl’s shoulder.

“Jude, who’s the best Tickle monster?” They said at the same time. “Well..”

“It’s me, I’m her dad.” Rick chuckled, pointing at himself.

“No, it’s me, I’m her uncle.” Daryl barked.

“But you both are-“

“Fine, let’s settle this like real men”. Rick puffed his chest. “Fine.” Daryl stood up from the bed and sized up his brother.

“Fine.”

Rick grabbed Daryl by the neck, pulling him down. Daryl wrapped his arms around Rick’s legs, making him lose hold of his neck and took the opportunity to flip him over his shoulder. Rick landed on the ground loudly, groaning. Daryl sat on top of him, trying to pin his arms over his head, but Rick kept shoving his hands in Daryl’s face, pushing it away. Kicking, grunting, huffing and puffing, they wrestled on the floor like two dogs.

Judith climbed closer to the scene on the bed, laughing as the two grown men tried pinning each other down. Rick bucked Daryl off, flipping him onto his stomach and straddling his hips. He caught both of Daryl’s arms and pinned them behind his back as if he was arresting him. He held them tightly with one hand, making Daryl growl in frustration.

“Now, admit that I am the best tickle monster.” He pushed Daryl’s head against the floor, messing up his hair.

“No.” He barked.

“No? Okay. I’ll prove it then.”

Rick dug his fingers into Daryl’s unprotected side, making the poor man jerk from side to side, desperately attempting to avoid the electric sensation of tickles.

”AHH YOUHOU CHEHEHEATER” his husky laugh was loud amd hoarse.

“Cheater? I’m only doing what a real tickle monster would do.” He chuckled as he switched from squeezing one of Daryl’s sides to the other.

“AHAHA JUHUHUDITH HEHEHEHELP”

“Don’t even try missy, or you’re next!” He pointed his finger at her as she clasped her hands over her mouth to hide her laughter.

“Sorry uncle Daryl…” (She wasn’t sorry).

Daryl whined and kicked his feet harder in distress, trashing around as much as he could in hopes of throwing his tormentor off of his back. He kicked Rick in the back accidentally (not), making his assault stop. He had about two seconds to catch his breath before Rick let go of his arms and grabbed the foot that kicked him.

“Wait.” Daryl wanted to flip onto his back but Rick’s weight held him down.

“WAIT” He felt his shoe come off along with his sock.

“You just got to admit it Daryl and i’ll stop.”

“Wait wait wait Rick wait”.

“For what?” Rick turned around to look at him. Big mistake. He was soon thrown onto his back by Daryl’s other leg that hooked him as he flipped around. Another round of clumsy wrestling.

This time, Daryl dominated. He had a stronger upper body than Rick, which allowed him to pin his brother’s arms above his head. The look of panic on Rick’s face was priceless. Oh how the tables have turned.

“For this.” Daryl drilled his finger into the open armpits. He felt Rick’s whole body jerk as his head flew backwards, laughing hysterically.

“Yeah, who’s laughing now huh?” Daryl teased, poking and squeezing every possible ticklish surface on Rick’s torso. His laughter went silent a few times as he was tortured without mercy.

“See? You can’t even talk back. That’s how you tickle someone.”

Judith felt slight pity for her dad. She’s never seen him so vulnerable before. But, he looked so happy, laughing so loud.

“You have to have a safe word!” She exclaimed.

“A what?” Daryl didn’t look at her, he was too concentrated on torturing Rick. He let go of his arms and jammed both his hands under Rick’s armpits, wiggling relentlessly. All Rick could do was squirm and laugh silently.

“A safe word to know when to stop!”

“Why would we need that? All he has to do is admit I’m the best.”

“Well, he can’t breathe…”

Daryl stopped his attack as soon as he noticed how red Rick’s face has gotten, tears rolling down his eyes.

“Oops.” Daryl chuckled.

Barely catching his breath, Rick pulled at Daryl’s hair, yanking him to the side and making him tip off of him. His body followed, landing on top of Daryl heavily. Without a moment of hesitation, he shoved his hands under Daryl’s shirt and went for his ribs.

He bucked, he squirmed, he jerked, nothing was throwing his opponent off. Grabbing at his invisible hands, Daryl’s laugh took a pitch higher as he shook his head from left to right.

Rick added in Judith’s favorite thing; he blew a fat raspberry into Daryl’s neck. Judith could not help but open her mouth wide from surprise as she heard Daryl gruff shriek. It did not take much longer for his laughter to also go silent, kicking his legs violently as he pushed at Rick’s face to free his neck from the torture.

“Judith, get his feet.” Rick said tiredly, winking at his fascinated daughter.

She climbed off the bed and grabbed onto the bare foot. Although she did not weigh much, Daryl’s worst fear was to hurt his little ass kicker, so he did not throw her off. Instead, he surrendered to his fate, letting the Grimes team up on him.

Rick seized his attack, pinning Daryl’s arms to the side of his head.

“Admit it.”

“Ohohohokay, youhouhou ahare thehehehehhahahaahAHAHAHA”

Judith found a sensitive spot under his toes.

“Just say it!” Rick desperately chuckled as the most badass man he knew had a tear roll down the side of his face.

“YOU’RE THE BEST PLEASE STOP”

“The best what??”

“RICK AHAHAHA PLEASEEEE”

“No, say it!”

He slid his arms above his head and pinned them with one hand as he threateningly wiggled his fingers above his ribs.

“NOOOOO PLEASE hahAH AHA”

“Last chance…”

“FUCK YOU’RE THE BEST FUCKING TICKLE MONSTER”

“ Good.”

He dug his fingers in between each rib, altering between gently scribbling the sensitive skin and kneading the poor sides with his knuckles.

Daryl gave up completely, his body lightly bouncing from the silent deep laughter, as his shoed leg weakly kicked against the floor. Soon, his face was a hot pink with tears running down his face.

Rick and Judith stopped their tickling. He stood up and ruffled Daryl’s hair. “And don’t you forget it”. He said before leaving Judith and Daryl alone.

She sat by his head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re still the best.” She squeezed him tightly.

“Damn right.” He chuckled, too tired to hug her back so he patted her head gently.

“We will get him back next time.” She smiled.

“But first… you need to get your dose of tickles.” He grinned and grabbed her into his arms, clawing and wiggling at her belly, making her shriek and giggle. She squirmed her way out of his hold, making a run for the door and out of his sight.

“Rick! Get her!” He yelled out into the hallway, collapsing back onto the floor.

Soon, he heard him say “gotcha” from downstairs, Judith screaming once again before falling into helpless giggles.

Daryl lay there, smiling.

[dinky-giggles]

AHHHHHHHH

[okay-babe]

Saw your Alastor request game and HAD to give it a try

A wholesome “ZIP ME”. Alastor helping with getting ready for the day or assist and just shows appreciation 🥰🥰🥰🥰

In love with you for requesting this prompt because I am in such a fluff writing mood rn <3

(Also for my anons who also requested this prompt, I still plan to write something for those as well, so they should be out before too long!)

Morning Routine

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, extreme levels of fluff, domestic bliss, soft alastor

Throughout your life (and death) you had woken up to many a nice view, from the rivers and lush wetlands of Louisiana to the sight of the city hundreds of feet below you.

And yet, none compared to the view of your beloved when he was half-ready for his day, which was typically the stage at which he woke you from your always deep and well needed slumber.

And today was no different.

Alastor hummed a distantly familiar tune from behind your still sleeping form as he slid in beside you on the bed you shared, body resting atop the covers as he leaned forward to press a kiss behind your ear. In response, you shifted slightly, nose scrunching the smallest bit as your lover's breaths tickled the soft flesh he had so very recently offered his affections to.

Alastor chuckled slightly under his breath at the sight, raising a gloved hand up to the exposed portion of your upper arm to run a feather-light touch down its length, immediately causing you to shiver.

After a few more moments of tickling breaths and nearly fleeting touches, your breathing pattern shifted slightly, eyes blinking open and squinting at the sudden invasion of light that was always there to greet you each morning.

Groaning softly, you were quick to close your eyelids once more, brow furrowed with displeasure at your wakefulness as the Radio Demon laughed beside you.

"Why good morning, dearest, how lovely to see you!"

He teased exuberantly as you huffed in reply, just barely opening your eyes enough to make it obvious that you were glaring at him before closing them once more to yawn.

"Ah ah ah,"

Your lover tutted from beside you, his grin wide and immensely amused as he continued,

"I'm afraid the time for rest is over, my dear. No more exhaustion allowed."

You scoffed in response, only just barely fighting off the urge to flip him off as you sat up slightly, tugging your knees toward your chest and blinking your blurred vision away to the sound of barely moving water and a whispered breeze that always seemed to flow through the far less inhabitable side of the room you and your husband slept in.

Satisfied with your vague efforts to get up for the day, Alastor hummed in contentment, standing just as he always did after waking you so he could continue his typical routine, allowing your hungry eyes to follow him eagerly.

It was like this every morning, and you'd be a fool to believe he didn't know and find some semblance of amusement within it, but even still you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You gained far too much enjoyment from watching your love's lithe and nimble fingers do up the buttons of his shirt and tie the fabric of his bow tie to feel any shame over it.

Or, at least, enough shame to make you stop.

You continued your enraptured staring for several more minutes, eyes trained heavily on the view of the overlord rolling up his sleeves and sliding his belt through the loops of his dress slacks as if he were a modern art exhibit designed to utterly enthrall you.

Your gawking continued all the way up until Alastor turned back toward where you were sitting upon the bed, his head tilted slightly in mock curiosity as he began to approach you once more, donning all but his coat, a sight which made you blush in spite of yourself.

Sure, you had known the demon for an extremely long time and had seen him in far more compromising and promiscuous positions and outfits than this, but still. There was just something about the sight of him, dress shirt sleeves rolled up over his elbows and svelte torso and legs so clearly in view, that made your heart rate quicken inside your chest.

"You're going to be late, you know."

Alastor all but crooned suddenly, snapping you out of your reverie with a few quick blinks and an awkward clear of your throat.

"Huh?"

You asked, sitting up slightly further as your lover began to leisurely unfold the clothing he'd laid out for you at the foot of the bed earlier that morning, no doubt all too aware of how slow you were prone to waking up and hoping to save some time.

The overlord chuckled, a subtle shake of his head highlighting his amusement as he looked in your direction once more, red eyes lingering in a manner that reminded you of just how tremendously the being standing at the end of the bed adored you.

He regarded you with a gentle and exasperated fondness as he replied,

"The reopening is today, dear heart."

He purred, grin as wide as ever as he approached further, extending his hand outward and helping to maneuver you so your legs were hanging off the side of the bed, ignoring the sudden panic in your expression brought on by his words and quickly silencing it before it could be vocalized with a quick press of his lips to yours.

He pulled away slowly afterward, index finger curling beneath your chin and lifting it to ensure you were looking him in the eye,

"And whatever would we do without our darling front desk receptionist there to woo our guests on sight?"

His tone was teasing now, lilting and oh-so amused as he took both of your hands in his and slowly pulled you upward and onto your feet, humming that same distantly familiar tune from earlier all the while.

"Not to worry though."

Alastor continued with a mocking tap of his index finger against the tip of your nose,

"With my help you'll be up and ready with time to spare."

He winked at that, instantly causing you to roll your eyes before knowingly bringing your arms up above your head, causing your love's grin to widen further at your immediate understanding of what was to come.

"Well look at you!"

He cried with feigned surprise and delight as he grasped gently at the hem of your sleep shirt, tugging it upward and over your head with a flourish before he knelt down before you and pulled your underwear downward just the same, his eyes never once leaving yours as he did so.

"You're becoming a regular pro at this, darling."

You scoffed a bit at that, though your lack of exasperation was made clear by the lifted corners of your mouth, never quite able to lay flat with your Alastor around.

Humming a different tune now, the sinner reached behind you on the bed to grasp at a new pair of undergarments for you, holding them open to make them easy to step into before pulling them up and rising with them, laying the fabric flat upon your hips before moving to help you with your bra.

Far too used to this process by now, you simply sighed and let your lover do as he would, your still tired body leaning into his every touch as he ran skilled fingertips up and down your spine and pressed them dexterously into the tense muscles of your shoulders until he felt you were sufficiently relaxed beneath his hands.

Once that was finished, he was quick to have you sit upon the bed, long fingers grabbing at your stockings and garters and bunching them up expertly before sliding them onto your feet and up your soft legs and thighs with ease, though he was notably slower with this task than he'd been with the previous two, taking his time to admire you and allowing his hands to feel your skin before covering it with the fabric in his grasp.

When he was finally satisfied with the state of your stockings, Alastor leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you with a pleased smile and an ever adoring look in his eye before he placed twin kisses against the skin just above where your garters held your stockings into place, as if in farewell.

It was then and only then, with his desires to admire you satisfied (at least in part) that your beloved grabbed your work attire from the bed. It was something he had chosen for you himself when considering the concept of uniforms, a sweet yet professional looking black dress that you knew from having tried it on a few days prior fit you perfectly, (no doubt because your lover had long since memorized your measurements and given them to the tailor himself).

Pooling the rich fabric at your feet, Alastor looked up at you expectantly, and immediately, you stepped into the middle of it, allowing him to once more pull another garment up your body, rising with it as he had previously with your underwear until your arms were in the sleeves and all there was left to do was zip up the back.

Feeling the cool breeze upon your spine, you shivered slightly, the difference in temperatures striking.

"Al,"

You murmured, adjusting your hair to ensure it wouldn't get in the way of what came next,

"Would you mind?"

Immediately, the overlord was nodding in almost enthusiastic agreement, motioning for you to turn around for him to provide access to the still unzipped portion of your dress.

"Why of course not, dear heart. Let me see."

Blushing at the nickname in spite of it having seen years of persistent use, you did as you were told, turning 180 degrees until you were facing away from your lover, back bared to him so his deft fingers could easily find the gold trimmed zipper there.

Grasping onto the metal between his thumb and forefinger, the demon slowly began to tug it upward with a notable level of patience, his opposite hand moving to your shoulder to push at some of the fabric there until he'd created a patch of bare flesh to press a few soft kisses to, his teeth nipping at you ever so gently from time to time just to make you jump in surprise at the unexpected sensation.

This continued for a few quiet and very much appreciated moments until finally, the overlord moved away with a dramatized sigh, pulling the black fabric of your sleeve back over your shoulder before he finished zipping your dress up the rest of the way.

Hearing your darling take a step back from where he'd been standing just behind you, you were quick to turn around to face him, your smile growing brighter when you saw the immediate fondness and adoration in his eyes, that thinly veiled softness he reserved solely for you so very apparent that it made your heart lurch happily inside of your chest.

"What do you think, Al, am I presentable?"

You asked lightheartedly, giving him a slow spin as if wanting to make sure he saw every possible angle.

Alastor all but scoffed in response, though his eyes betrayed his affections far too obviously, making it easy to tell just how much he was enjoying your slightly slower morning together.

"Don't be silly darling, you're always the belle of the ball."

He teased, reaching out to take one of your hands in his eyes as he spoke, using it to tug you closer until you were nearly chest to chest with him, eyes widened in surprise.

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, warm, loving, and slow, before he finally pulled away with a sigh, expression contented and smile exceedingly genuine.

"Come on then, dear."

He said after a moment of silence, stepping away once more to guide you toward the bathroom attached to the room the two of you slept in,

"Let's finish getting you ready before Charlotte sends poor Vagatha after us for being so late."

[bigdumbtickler03]

I really want a platonic bestie that I can joke around with and have sweet tickle moments with.

playful tickle fights on a lazy day. tummy tickles for a cheer up. gentle back tickles for when they can’t relax/are stressed. tickle hugs. snuggly tickles.

just playful, wholesome tickling. it’s just simply the best thing ever.

[yumeaoka-chan]

A Witch & Her Spider

Pairing: Hobie Brown × Reader/ Demon! Hobie x Witch! Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: flirting, pining, clingy hobie, touchy hobie, lovesick reader, lovesick hobie, cursing, no physical description of reader(besides clothing), reader is AFAB, fighting(idk why I keep writing fighting scenes), blood, gore, death(it's really not as bad as it looks I promise)

Summary: And let it be known, no harm shall come to the Spider's witch, lest the culprit be webbed and eaten whole.

A/N: Credit for the lovely banners goes to @the-shroom-garden !!! Week 4 of Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! I promise the next thing will be a little more... wholesome😭🤚 Also, Hobie calls R starlight cuz her magic looks like stars💕

“Now where did I put that night orchid…?”

“...Still workin’, starlight?”

With wide eyes and a gasp, you turn around to level your intruder with a glare. A small huff leaves your lips and you place your hands on your hips, looking up at the smirking demon before you. He chuckles softly and leans down just so that your eyes are level with his, his multiple piercings glinting under the light. His long hair moves to frame his face, gold pieces adorning it like the most beautiful of jewels. You can practically feel his cool breath fanning your rapidly heating cheeks. Piercing gold eyes bore into yours as Hobie grins at you cheekily. It makes you scoff and you turn back to rummage through your cupboard of potion ingredients.

“Jumpy tonight, aren't we? Is it because it's a full moon?” You roll your eyes before handing him a a small glowing vial, a ghost of a smile on your lips. He takes it gladly, his grin turning genuine as he slips the sleeping potion into the pocket of his trousers. The demon barging into your cottage was nothing new, of course. You'd known him since you were twelve, after all. Just a young witchling who was tasked to summon a familiar during your studies. Only to accidentally summon a very powerful, very playfully annoying demon prince instead.

Hobie had been about the same age in demon years as you around the time yet, he still towered over you like it was nothing. As you had gaped at him in awe, all he did was take a look around your home and scrunch up his nose in apparent disgust.

“Not to be rude or anythin’, but it smells like a red cap had a party with a bloody ogre in here…” His words had snapped you out of your astounded daze and you let out a loud snort of laughter before pointing to your black cauldron. Black liquid bubbled inside, smoke from the brew wafting through the air.

“Tongue of wartfrogs and toenail clippings of ogre do tend to smell like shit.” His grin had been so wide that you could see the glistening pair of fangs in his mouth.

“Awful stuff, witchling. What poor bastard is gettin’ that?” After that day, you two were inseparable. He always took time out of his day to visit you, sometimes even crashing on your sofa just so he didn't have to leave. You never liked to admit it, but you enjoyed his company. Loved it, even. It was like something in your life just clicked in place when Hobie appeared and you truly wouldn't have it any other way. The feeling of arms wrapping around your middle pulls you out of your musings, a smile flitting across your face as he drapes himself over you.

You take a moment to lean back in his arms, closing your eyes as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Hobie's locs tickle your cheeks, his cool breath fanning your neck. Slowly, you turn in his arms to face him, tilting your head back as you look at him with a teasing smile. Gold eyes gazing into yours, warm and glittering and so very beautiful. It makes your breath hitch as you take time to admire his features. You've always thought Hobie looked ethereal and otherworldly, from his sharp chiseled jawline to the way his cheekbones sat high. Even his skin held this radiant glow that made it apparent that he belonged to another world entirely.

“You're awfully clingy tonight. Afraid you'll have to find someone else to cuddle though, Hobes.” You say teasingly as you pull back just a bit. He gives you a playful pout before chuckling softly, deep voice rich and warm in your ears. You hoped you didn't look as utterly taken with him as you felt. As you always have for quite a long time now. Hobie cocks his head to the side with a fond look shining in his eyes and you mentally curse the way your heart flutters in your chest.

“And why's that, starlight? Hm?” He's too gorgeous to be looking at you like that, you think as you force yourself to pull away from his embrace. Walking towards your bubbling cauldron, you wave your hand in the air, a black cloak magically appearing on your body in a shimmer of sparkles. Hobie follows you, eyebrow raised in question at the sudden summoning of your cloak. After whispering a quiet spell, the boiling liquid settles almost instantly, steam wafting through the air.

“Like you said earlier. It's a full moon. The perfect time to go foraging for ingredients.” Grabbing a wicker basket from off the shelf of your cupboard, you're surprised to turn around and find Hobie gazing down at you with an uneasy expression on his face. Brows furrowed and lips downturned into a slight frown, he crowds you until you're almost pressed against the shelf.

“Foraging? Tonight…? You don't really have to, right?” His words make you look up at him curiously. Hobie's easy going attitude is nowhere to be seen at the moment, just barely contained worry and something else. Something you couldn't quite find the name for. Giving him a smile, you press a hand softly against his cheek to ease his worries. You try not to dwell on how he instantly nuzzles his cheek against your palm when you do so.

“Afraid so. Night Orchids and certain mushrooms are only available during the night. And having a full moon means there's more in quantity.” As you move your hand back from his face, Hobie's hand is quick to gently bracelet your wrist, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. He places your hand right where his heart beats and you internally squeal when he leans down until your faces are inches apart.

“Why not stay here with me, yeah”, Hobie mumbles softly, gold eyes filled with warmth and shining as bright as the glittering stars. His other hand comes up to hold your chin, tilting your face up towards his more. A nervous chuckle escapes your lips and you turn your head away, pushing lightly at his chest as you try to calm the frantic beating of your heart.

“Something really is wrong with you tonight. What's with you? I'll be fine. Gone and back before you know it, promise.” You say hurriedly, voice a shaky mumble as you wriggle your way from off of the cupboard, moving so away from him and towards the door. Hobie's quick to grab you again before you can open it, his hand softly squeezing yours with something akin to urgency. You turn around to give him an exasperated look but falter when you see the pleading look in his eyes. He's serious about not letting you go out tonight. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, his eyes suddenly widen just a bit. He tilts his head to the side with a frustrated look on his face, eyes narrowed and a scowl on his lips. Moments pass before he lets out a long groan, releasing your hand so that he can scrub at his face in frustration.

“Stupid fuckers, I swear…”, he growls lowly under his breath and that's when you understand what has happened. There are times when Hobie gets mental messages from the Hells, some from his friends and others from his family, the latter he absolutely loathes. Hobie takes a deep breath before looking down at you again, his hands reaching out to gently rest on your shoulders.

“I've gotta go, starlight. I'll be gone for only a little while, then I'll come back. Please just… stay home and wait for me. Something about tonight just seems… off.” You want to laugh at his words, but the unreadable expression on his face makes you bite the chuckle back. Once you nod your head and reassure him that you won't leave, he's off with an annoyed scowl, slipping into the beckoning portal that he's suddenly opened on the floor. As soon as the portal closes over his head, you grip your basket and slip outside. The crisp night air makes you shiver just a bit and you pull up the hood on your cloak, humming a bit as you venture further into the woods behind your cottage.

Sure, Hobie might get upset that you left anyways, but he should know by now that you do what you want. Regardless of his very adamant warnings.

“He's such a worry wart. I'm a powerful and capable young witch! I can handle myself, dammit!” You huff as you kneel down to pick the patch of glowing blue mushrooms beneath a white oak tree. You spot a couple singing purple thistles a ways ahead, storing the mushrooms inside of your basket before trudging on. As you pick and search for ingredients, the one flower you've been searching for is nowhere to be found. After several minutes of looking, you let out a loud groan of exasperation. You frown as you contemplate searching deeper into the forest, glancing back at your lit cottage in the distance. Would it truly be a good idea to go so far away when Hobie said something was off around here?

As much as you trusted Hobie, you really did need more night orchids, especially for the batch of potions that your client was coming to pick up tomorrow. Steeling your resolve, you step deeper into the thick forest, the trees so tall that it seems like they're touching the moon. The stars are hard to see in such a dense part of the woods, so you utter a small spell, a pocket size ball of light magically flickering into existence. It floats in front of you, tiny shimmering sparkles trailing after it as it slowly moves in the air. It makes your foraging a bit easier.

While you travel deeper into the woods, a sudden feeling of unease creeps up your spine. It makes goosebumps appear on your arms and your heart thud loudly in your chest, so loud you can hear it in your ears. There's something like a thick aura settling around you, stifling the air and making it harder to keep calm. Your eyes dart to and fro as you start to pick up the pace, eager to find the night orchids and hurry on home. Spotting a bundle of the flowers, you quickly gather them and place them inside of your basket, clutching it to your chest as you turn to head back home. Hobie was surely waiting for you there by now, probably upset and pouting that you left despite his warnings. The idea of him waiting up for you eases the nervousness bubbling in your stomach just a bit and you speed walk towards the cottage.

The ball of light floats in front of you as you press on. It's then that you hear the rustling of leaves nearby, making you snap your head in the direction it had come from. Narrowing your eyes, you study the bush a few feet away from you, only for your stomach to drop at the sight of a pair of glowing yellow slits for eyes. Low rumbling growls surround you, the sound making sweat drip down your back, the barking the thing to make you break out into a sprint.

Werewolves, a pack of eight of them, froth at the mouth as they chase after you. Large dripping maws snapping at your heels and cloak, howls and growls ringing through the night. You can feel the saliva of one of them dripping onto your arm and you quickly flick your wrist in its direction, vines shooting up from the ground to grip its tail and yank it back away from you. Your chest heaves as you dash towards your cottage, wicker basket swinging wildly in your grip as you try to escape the pack of werewolves. Sweat beads on your forehead and the hood of your cloak falls off your head as you zoom past the trees. Glancing back, you can see another one lunging straight for your foot, quickly shouting out a spell to make it take a mouthful of flowers instead.

A yelp leaves your lips as you feel claws yank at your cloak, pulling you back. You quickly make it disappear into a pile of shimmers with a quick swipe of your hand, making the werewolf stumble and bark angrily. Just as you spot the lit cottage in the distance, sharp teeth imbed themselves into your ankle, making your scream pierce through the night sky. Gritting your teeth, you lift your hand and shoot small bolts of fire from your fingertips, hitting the werewolf in the eyes and burning its fur. It howls and rubs it's face in the dirt as you press on. Blood oozes down your ankle and makes your shoes soggy, pain flaring up every time you press down on it. You have to suck it up, have to keep going until you were home. Hobie was waiting for you, after all. You couldn't die here.

Just as you reach the yard of your home, claws sink deeply into your shoulder and teeth into your calf, and you cry out as you're thrown onto the ground. Dirt and sweat sticks to your cheeks as you groan with pain, your head having made an impact first. Crimson drips down from your shoulder onto your dress and you press a hand there to stop the bleeding. The pack of werewolves creep slowly upon you then, sharp teeth bared and claws on full display as they lick their chops. Panting from the flaring pain and the run to your home, you lift up a hand, your palm glowing a bright white as you ready yourself for their attack. Fear makes you shake and your lips tremble as you gaze at the pack of hungry creatures. You couldn't fight off this many alone, especially in your injured state. It was like you could feel Death kissing the back of your neck as you peered at your reflection in their glistening orbs.

The front door of the cottage suddenly slams open then, a thick and ominous mist spilling from inside. It makes both you and the werewolves look on with shock and anticipation. It's eerily quiet then, not a single one of you moves. Something darts out of the opened door moments later, so lightning quick that it's like a blur. There's a hiss and a sudden whimper before one of the creatures drop dead before you. Your eyes are wide with shock and disbelief as you look up. Hobie glowers at the pack menacingly, murder gleaming in his golden eyes, his pupils now thin slits. From his jaw there now sits a frightening pair of spider-like fangs, what he uses to viciously tear off the head of another werewolf. Crimson drips down his maw as the sound of bones snapping from his fangs sounds loud in your ears, and you can do nothing but watch as he spits the head into the dirt. His lower half is now that of a spider, eight legs long and black as night as he scurries over towards another. Using two legs and his claws, he tears through the creature, ripping it clean in half, blood and gore from its insides splattering his hair. Hobie mauls through the pack with ease, a fury you've never seen before marring his frightening expression.

Only one lone werewolf remains, shivering and whimpering as it watches its pack get decimated. Tail tucked between its legs and ears drooping, it turns to quickly escape, only to let out a terrified whimper when it comes face to face with the livid Spider. Hobie's hand shoots out to grip the creature by its neck, yanking it up until it's eye level with him. The werewolf whines, its feet high off of the ground now. Hobie tilts his head again, eyes cold and boring into the creature. His voice rumbles through the night and makes even your bones shiver.

“Touch her again and I'll eat you alive. You'll feel every agonizing moment of me gorging on your body. Understand me, dog…?” His threat isn't even that. It's a promise, one that you're sure he'll keep. Not even waiting for the creature to respond, he throws it away from him, his attention now on you as he slowly transforms back into his more human form. You can hear the creature howling and scampering off but you don't pay much attention to it.

All you can see is Hobie, whose frightening and menacing appearance has all but faded, his eyes once more those gold liquid pools of warmth you love so much. He's quick to bend down and scoop you up in his arms, holding you close to his chest as he walks inside of your cottage. The warmth of his arms makes you nuzzle closer to him and your eyes flutter shut as he presses a tender kiss on your forehead. There's no pain as he holds you safely in his arms, his every touch soft and delicate. You let yourself drift off to sleep as he cares for you, adrenaline wearing off and exhaustion settling in your bones. Hobie's whispered words are like the sweetest of honey, the most delectable of nectar as you slip into slumber.

“I've got you, starlight. I'm here.”

[bones4thecats]

Having Children With Their Fem! S/O

Characters: Aku, Father, Vilgax and Lord Garmadon Inspired By: Random Thoughts A/N: I know that a couple of these characters either don't like kids or just feel basically nothing for them, but this is just something I had to write! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Operation Zero and the Lego Ninjago Series and mentions of abandonment and divorce ⚠️

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»»—————————————-　  Aku 　—————————————-««

👹 Aku prided himself on being a heartless being made of consistent darkness. But, when it came to you, his longtime wife who was created by a similar amount of energy, he was fairly fair

👹 He has always been focused on furthering his rule of the pathetic mortals in which he despised to the point where it led to him having seven girls with a woman called the High Priestess, though it was with his magic, he did not do anything disgusting in his opinion with her

👹 Despite knowing he felt nothing towards the woman and only viewed the girls as his personal soldiers, you couldn't help but feel inferior to the Priestess, she has done something that you possibly never could with Aku. Though, you did treat the girls as your own, since their mother seemingly could care less

👹 The one thing that made Aku think of having children with you was seeing you pick up a small group of baby aliens from a clan that wished to be relocated to Earth and begin to tickle them with one of your long claw-shaped fingers

👹 As the aliens left after hearing their conditions of living on his and your planet, Aku looked to you and motioned for you both to return to your personal chambers, which you did willingly and without fear

"My yang, I noticed how you looked at those young Vadaquians with a... warm and wholesome stare. That is completely unlike the lovingly evil woman I married and pledged loyalty too. So, if I may question, what is your issue?"

👹 You sighed and lowered your shoulders before shifting into a tortoise and hiding yourself inside of your shell before announcing it was dumb and he could just not bother himself with your issues

"Y/N, you're my wife of hundreds of years. I decided myself if I wanted to handle your thoughts and worries when I laid that shadow-bonding ring around your finger. Now, what is it your worried about?"

"It's just... you know the girls. I just... I want something like that."

"And that can be arranged with swift ease."

"Wait- really? You'd do that for me?"

"I would do anything for the woman who allows me to feel something other than hatred."

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👹 And that he did. Just 9 months after the events of Samurai Jack's return and renewing the top-hunted foe to be the time-traveled man, you welcomed a young boy, whom Aku named Oni

👹 You smiled and lightly ran your hands against the baby's long trio set of horns that matched his fathers as his large pure-white eyes opened with tiny specks of white fire erupting from them. When it came to appearance, he took after his father, though your color scheme popped more than the Shogun of Sorrow's

"Ah, there is my little boy and woman!"

"And there is my stubborn husband."

"Hey now! Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be here for the special event, but I needed to get that Samurai fool out of my way again. He almost found the portal back to his time, and if he does..."

"Oni doesn't live..."

"Correct. This is all for him, and us, and I suppose his sisters and their mother."

👹 Chuckling as your baby began to shift his way to his father, the demonic being allow him to sit on his horns, giggling as he acted like the man he has observed for the past few weeks over the small portal that showed him and Jack's fight, but mainly him

"He will be the perfect next generational heir, don't you think?"

"Yes. I do, Aku."

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🔥 It was no secret that your husband was far from a child-guy. He constantly provided evidence that he hated kids beyond any kind of recognition. He even hated the children that you two were forced to adopt

🔥 When Benedict married you, he laid it out plain as day that he never planned on having children, and you wholeheartedly accepted that

🔥 But, ever since the Delightful Children from Down the Lane joined your family and therefore home, you began to crave having an actual family. One not bounded by a Delightfulization-Chamber, but by blood and the love you two shared for one another

🔥 And while it was easy to think this all without saying it out-loud, even beginning to wonder about how he would reply was enough to make you want to curl up into a ball and stay there forever

🔥 Thankfully the sound of a five-way synchronized knock allowed you to be free of your thoughts. And you merely sat up from your desk and called to the children to come on inside

"Good afternoon, Mother. Father wishes your presence in his office."

🔥 You smiled at the kids and gave them each a pat on their heads before allowing them to walk to their rooms and get ready for bed. Once each of their doors closed you grabbed your husband's notebook, suspecting that was what he needed

🔥 He has a bad habit of leaving stuff in your room. Honestly he needs a better sleep schedule (not me scolding him when I barely sleep😐)

🔥 While the door to his office opened, you took a deep breath and readied yourself, hoping that his day wasn't filled with a ton of disappointments. You may be his wife, but his anger was something not even you could escape

🔥 You noticed that there was a lack of anything on fire, so, you took the chance to make some small chit-chat while your husband worked away on some papers and beckoned with his hand for you to hand him his notes

"My dear, I've been wondering how your day's been."

"It's been decent, better than normal thankfully."

"Well... there is one thing I've been meaning to speak to you about, if you don't mind-"

"If the children have done something, I swear to-"

"No! No, no! The children have done perfectly well since the last incident. It's just... oh nevermind, it's nothing that important."

🔥 Benedict went from staring intently at his paperwork to looking at your seemingly guilt-ridden face and his yellow eyes narrowed, which was prominent from the darkness of his suit

"Y/N, everything you say is important to me. Well, as long as it has nothing to do with random cravings, because those have been getting worse and worse over the past few days."

"Yeah, about that..."

"I mean, you're acting like how Monty would call and describe his wife when she was pregnant with his boy."

🔥 Oh this was pointless. Reaching into the pocket of your black hoodie that Ben gifted you for your birthday just days prior, you pulled out a small box and laid it down in front of him

"What's this for?"

"Just- open it, please."

"Is this a... pregnancy test? Oh sweet sasperilla, you're pregnant?! But I- we..."

"I understand that you aren't fond of children, so we don't have to have them if you don't want to."

"Do... you want the child?"

"I would prefer to give them a shot at life than to not."

"Then... okay. We can have the child... if you want too. This shouldn't only be my choice, it should also be yours. I may hate children to a degree but, I cannot hate you and your choices."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, if it's a boy, can we name it Benedict Wigglestein III?"

"No."

»--•--«

🔥 The sound of the collected family in the hospital's main room rung freely as the members of the Uno Family and the Wigglestein Family all wondered how you were doing in the delivery room. Ever since your screams stopped, Monty couldn't help but fear you were hurt to the point of possible surgery

🔥 All of a sudden, his brother walked out of the doors with a mixture of both traumatized and happiness written on his face, though it was mainly in his eyes

"Ben? How's Y/N and the baby?"

"I... I have twins..."

"Wait- twins?! Aw! A boy and a girl?"

🔥 Monty smiled at his wife before ushering his brother back into your room and patting his shoulder in assurance. And he couldn't help but chuckle as his brother walked into the room where you and your children no doubt were

🔥 He couldn't be anymore proud of him

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»»—————————————-　Vilgax　—————————————-««

🐙 While living for many years as a Warlord was something that many only viewed your husband as being, it was his closest allies and people that saw who he was outside of his work; a loyal and caring husband

🐙 As a member of the Chimera Sui Generis species, training for battle was a big part of your childhood. And when you first met your future spouse by training to be top-servers of your planet, he was smitten

🐙 Overtime you witnessed the destruction and new colonization of planets. And since you serves as his right-hand, Vilgax and you would see many types of families, the most common being fathers, mothers and their children

🐙 And seeing the male and female members of the army grow and expand with their families adding more members, you couldn't help but wonder; would this ever happen for you and Vilgax?

🐙 Normally he was busy with his work, so getting a decent time to speak one-on-one with your husband was hard. Nonetheless trying to talk about something so important to both you and your lives together

🐙 You were beginning to lose faith in actually talking to him, but when one of Vilgax's best men came inside of the control room you turned around and recognized him to be the one who always guarded the emergency medic and doctor's zone of the ship

"What is it you need, Soldier Axiomar?"

"Doctor Xiliv has requested her for a quick check-up, since she has been complaining of some stomach issues as of late."

"Alright. Would you like me to accompany you, Y/N?"

"I think I'll be alright... really."

🐙 Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Vilgax focused back on the coordinates of their way to Earth. You just nodded to Axiomar as he lead you to the medical room where Xiliv was waiting

🐙 Deep inside as you sat on the frequently cleaned chair, you knew what the Doctor and Medic were going to say

"Your highness, it appears that you- well."

"I know."

"Do you want us to tell Lord Vilgax or not?"

"He'll find out either way, but I'll tell him, it just makes it easier for me."

"Understood."

🐙 As the large alien walked through the halls to his and your shared quarters, he wondered why you had been acting far more nervous and weary throughout the rest of the day. Maybe you had some kind of illness?

🐙 The sound of the doors opening and closing behind your form made you spin around quick. And Vilgax merely chuckled, from calm and composed to having their guard-up in no time. You really were a soldier by heart

"Y/N. What is it you needed to speak about? It better not be something I cannot fix. Because that would be near impossible. I would destroy the galaxy for you."

"It's no illness. Unless you consider a child an illness."

"Pardon, a what?"

»--•--«

🐙 Despite his initial hesitation in being a father and raising a young Chimera Sui Generis, but after gaining advice from some of his closest allies, some would say friends, he gained the extra bravery to face the next step in life with you

🐙 He stood beside your bed as you chuckled at the sight of your baby girl. Long tentacles in the shape of elongated human hair, a small, pink wrap being around her as her tiny red eyes blinked while giggles rang through the room

"She's beautiful."

"Just like you, love."

"What should we name her?" Doctor Xiliv asked.

"How about Shaviv? It means ray of life."

"It's perfect."

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»»——————————-　 Lord Garmadon 　——————————-««

🌋 This guy has never seen himself as an ideal parent. I mean, he literally was bitten by a serpent that made him an evil tyrant in the end and he didn't take a part in his son growing up due to his unfortunate incident

🌋 And while he praises himself on not being the man he once was before, there was always a lingering bit in his heart that stayed away from being corrupted. A piece of the old Garmadon in there. Hidden away

🌋 Over time he switched from evil to good, and that was how he met you

🌋 You were the sister of Ray, the previous Master of Fire before Kai took up the mantle. Growing up with Ray meant you were also trained in the art of being a ninja, though it was with the element of light that you controlled and not fire

🌋 Over the time of them being missing, you raised your niece, Nya, and nephew, Kai, and helped Garmadon's brother, Wu, train them and their friends. And as the serpent-bitten male grew into darker habits, you remained a beckon that he couldn't help but admire

🌋 Once he redeemed himself and helped fight against many enemies alongside you and the kids, he began to get close to both you and your old friend/next-door neighbor, Vinny Folson. And let's just say that the closeness evolved beyond simple friendship

🌋 While Misako was reluctant to accept Garmadon had another lover, she noticed just how caring you were and she began to bond with you with her ex-husband and son. In fact, she was the one to ask if you two were planning on taking the next step from just marriage to having children, much to you and his fluster

🌋 After the incident of the question with Misako. Garmadon told Vinny that you two would be out for a few days and that if he needed something, he could call. And as you two began to travel to a remote and well-taken-care-of cabin just outside of Ninjago, he began to let out a small amount of chit-chat

"Hey, Y/N... I have a question."

"What is it?"

"With what Misako said yesterday... at dinner. I was wondering if- you know."

"If I wanted kids?"

"Yeah... and I understand if you wouldn't! I'm not the best guy to have children with, just ask my ex-wife."

"Garmadon!"

🌋 Spinning his head to look at you, Garmadon watched you with observant eyes as you smiled gently and held his hand with one of yours and his face with the other. And he smiled as you nodded, small tears pricking his eyes as you laid your forehead upon one another's

»--•--«

🌋 The sound of cries erupting from a woman's hands made the people sitting in the waiting room look up in surprise and slight glee. Seven of the large group looked at the nurse and she took them all back, warning them that you would probably need some space

"Is that..."

"It is. Everyone, meet Nisshoku."

"Aw! I have a nephew now! Let's go!"

"Shut it, Ray."

[123puppy]

I'd like to thank this precious video for giving me the mental image of Alastor's suffering~

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Cute.

It's a word Lucifer cannot seem to stop thinking about when it comes to The Radio Demon. For this, it's beyond his expectations. And a beautiful discovery he never thought possible.

Alastor lays flat on his back, arms barely staying near his head as he struggles to contain, and fail, the giggles that spill from between his teeth, face twisted into the sheets in a futile attempt to hide, flustered.

He forgoes his red-striped coat, sleeves rolled up along with the bottom hem of his light red shirt exposing his stomach and small waist, white strips almost zig-zagging his ashen skin.

A choked sound comes out of the man, unable to keep one of his arms in place, bringing said arm down to cover his mouth, grin growing bigger with a wobbly edge as his eyes pop open.

Long black claws dance gently over Alastor's lower tummy. It's been like this for over a minute, but Alastor is falling apart at the seams at the display, his other arm dragging itself down, red claws easily slicing through the crimson sheets in a slow 'rrrrRRRiiiip' and finding itself over his other hand to stop the giggles as they reach a slightly higher pitch, accompanied by a ringing, pitched with distressed deer noises.

Lucifer has a smile on his own face as he continues to tease the deer with no hope of stopping unless the sinner voices it. He's praying Alastor doesn't end it too soon, because for all that is holy, this has got to be the cutest and wholesome moment he's seen since Charlie's birth.

Another minute goes by. It could have been eons for all Al knows.

The sinner cannot keep still the longer this goes on. One long leg pulls itself up and scrapes along the sheets as he fights to keep from squirming about. But Lucifer, the little shit, has been discreetly pushing his shirt up little by little, then he would drag his nails down back to where they started. The sporadic reaction is a feat, the younger man fighting his instinct to curl forward even when the Angel pressed the pads of fingers into his hips. The tears welling within the corners of his eyes don't give him hope of enduring this much longer.

Alastor had been holding out for as long as he could, to the point that his death mark began to glow, until he broke when one of his lowest ribs gets grazed.

He slams his elbows down and twists his body onto its side, ears flat against his skull, "That's enough!" His voice cracks. His actual voice, no filters. He yelps when a devilish finger finds his belly button and twists away, choking back a squeal, "LUCIFER!"

Lucifer pulls his hands back, "I'm done I'm done!" He laughs, "Still, that was a lot of fun, and your skin, or fur, is so soft," He cages Alastor and grins at the withering look the demon gives him but doesn't miss how he tensed at being 'trapped'.

"Fuck off."

Lucifer raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing, "Not my fault you're sensitive. I didn't go full Tickle Monster on you like I do with Charlie." He wiggles his fingers over Alastor and the demon flinched, slapping his hands away.

Blood-red eyes turn into dials, locked on the smaller man, grin exposing all his teeth.

"I haven't forgotten how sensitive you are, Your Highness."

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves-" Lucifer shrieks as Alastor pounces.

[yourlocalghoulette]

Dating Mark Fishbach headcanon;)

mark's love language is definitely physical touch. he loves running his hands up and down your legs while you sit on his lap, watching him edit a video. he would squeeze the meat of your thighs, admiring how your soft skin kneads so easily in his hands.

he would have a short temper, especially when you game with him. if you accidentally deleted a file on his computer or messed up his editing somehow, he would lose it for a bit, but he'd try not to take it out directly on you, knowing how you react when he yells at you. if he wasn't able to contain it, he would immediately soften at the sight of you crying, sad eyes glued to the floor. he'd take you up in his arms and kiss the top of your head, swaying back and forth as he embraced you. "i'm sorry, baby, i didn't mean to yell at you like that," he'd whisper in his deep voice. he'd then cook something for you or buy you your favorite takeout to apologize. if you weren't hungry, he would cuddle with you on the couch, chica laying between you two.

he is a very busy man (obviously), but he always somehow finds time to spend time with you, whether it's taking you out to dinner or staying in and gaming.

(18+) in bed he is definitely dom, viciously drilling into you from behind but still talking you through it, whispering comforting words into your ear. "fuck, you're doing so good, baby." "such a good girl for me." "you're so pretty." "god, I love you so much."

we all know he's a boob guy, so he'll spend a lot of time focusing on your breasts, kneading and massaging them in his hands with a look of wonder on his face, like a little boy in a candy store.

sometimes, when he’s in the mood, he’ll be sub, letting you tie him up and suck him until he’s whimpering beneath you.

he would always give the best aftercare, showering with you and washing your body carefully, his strong hands comforting over your naked body. he’d tuck you into bed gently, nuzzling his head into your neck, his stubble tickling your jaw, making you giggle.

back to SFW-

he would be SO fun to be around. he would always have something fun to do up his sleeve, regardless if it was cold out or if it was raining. his favorite thing to do with you is just stay in and bake, or do art, or game. he loves pillow fighting with you, making sure he doesn’t use all of his strength to throw the pillows at you, knowing that would hurt you. sometimes he’ll accidentally throw too hard, making you topple off the bed. he’d rush to your side, checking every inch of you to see if you were hurt then cup your face with his hands. “are you okay, babe?”

those pillow fights would usually end with him spooning you from behind, his arm protectively wrapped around your stomach, his head nuzzled into your neck, giving you soft kisses up your neck and jawline.

a/n-

EEE I need him so bad, he’s just so wholesome 😭

[oddballwriter]

Personal Nurses

Summary: You get sick with something and need to stay home, and so your lovely boyfriends take up the job of nursing you back to health.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick (sore throat, stuffy nose, and fever). Taking medicine. Half Google translated Spanish, my high school Spanish is really rusty the grammar may be weird. Other wise a nice wholesome sick comfort fic.

Author’s Snip: Fun fact, this was originally going to be a fic where it was about Abi (the reader and system’s daughter that have a bit of an unofficial series with) getting sick. But I decided to make it about the boys taking care of you because I got a nasty cold a while ago and wanted to see this.

Notes: Again, the grammar in Jake’s Spanish speaking might be not so good because my Spanish is rusty as hell.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 692

Being sick wasn’t that great. Sure, it got you out of needing to do things, but you also had to deal with actually being sick. And that’s never great.

You went to bed last night with a tickle in your throat and runny nose that you thought would pass in the morning, but then you woke up dying for water, barely able to breathe through your nose, and now you were burning up like a whore in church.

When Steven eventually woke up and found you in the kitchen you could tell he knew. You made an attempt to brush it off by saying “I’ll just drink some tea and sit under an air conditioner today.” but you could see Steven and the rest of them in that brain vote no on even letting you get out into your work clothes.

So now you get to wallow in bed and have three personal nurses.

Since Steven was the one who woke up with the body, so he was the one who set everything up. He politely shooed you back into bed, placed extra pillows, called your work for you, made you your tea and breakfast, and brought all that to you in bed with a cold rag and medicine. He also checked your temperature which, of course earned an “Oh, love. That’s no good.” that seemed more like him thinking out loud.

Steven was the one mostly in charge of your comfort and doing things for you when you’re sick. If you wanted an extra blanket, you got one. If your fever rag got lukewarm, he made it cool again. Do you want more water or tea? You got it. Is it too bright? He’ll draw the curtains for you. If anything he was more of a bell boy than a nurse. But it still made him blush a little when you called him that.

Marc was the one in charge of making sure you got your medicine in, and he was on top of it. Apparently, when you were taking a nap after eating breakfast, Marc took the body to go to the pharmacy and get new medicine and vitamins because “The one we have isn’t strong enough.” as if he was able to tell just by looking at you. When he came back, he had you eat some bread, saying “So that it doesn’t mess with your stomach if it's empty already.” and also “It helps it stay down. It has something to stick to.”.

“How do you know all this?” you questioned, to which Marc simply said “Trial and error,”, “Now take the vitamins. It helps your immune system fight it off.” Marc orders. You just shrug and comment “Whatever you say, Nurse Spector.”.

Jake was dead set on making food for you, making Marc go to a whole different market while he was out, just to buy ingredients for the soup he wanted to make you.

“Qué no, Marc. No puedes compras los sopas enlatadas.” Jake said to himself with a laugh. “Mind letting me in on the joke?” Marc asked as he watched Jake cut up the ingredients from the reflection in the soup. “You couldn’t buy them canned soup, Marc. Canned soup doesn’t do it. You gotta make it.” Jake explained, clearly referring to the whole ‘make it with love’ thing. “Well, that’s what we would have,” Marc mentioned. “Because that’s all we got.” Jake said back, “But not for them.” he added as to pointed to where you were resting. “They’d do the same for us.” Jake stated confidently.

When the soup was settled and done, and cooled down enough, Jake brought the bowl straight to you in bed. You thought he was going to bring a little table like Steven and Marc did, but it was clear when Jake kept holding the bowl and took up a spoonful of it and held it towards your mouth. You say his name with a scoff and he smiles. “Come on, mi amor. Steven and Marc got to play nurse today.” Jake teased. You roll your eyes and decide to humor him and let him feed you.

[blosssombunnny]

𝓟𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓗𝓒𝓼

Light NSFW!!!

Minors DNI!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lucifer- Your mark is on your spine. On your lower back. He loves to rest his hand there and feel the warmth. He will trace it and make you squirm at the sensitive feeling.

He will smirk and feel a wave of heat rush below his belt when he can catch a glimpse of it, “Darling you know how I get when you tease me…” It makes him feel so proud and confident. It’s not a coincidence that it’s over your sacral chakra. He believes that makes you both even more connected on a higher level.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mammon- Your mark is right where your ribs meet in the center on your torso. Right under your breasts/pecs. It’s intimate and you were a bit shocked when you first saw it. And so was he ;)

“Hey MC what taking so-“ Mammon walks into your room with out knocking again. You were planning a beach day and you were taking ti long to change for his liking. He walks in to see you in your bathing suit, mark exposed. He gulps and turns red, “Tch. Why did it mark you there.” He whines and hides his face a bit, “Not that it looks bad… Just hurry up will ya!” He will then run to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Leviathan- Your mark is on your dominant hands upper arm. Right below the shoulder. It is one of his favorite spots to kiss you. It’s the perfect spot that he can reach when gaming beside you, or just cuddling in bed.

“Wahhhhhh. I wanted it to be in a sexier spot.” He will pout that it’s not on your boobs or something. But he really loves it no matter where it is. It looks so beautiful on your skin. He will always have an arm around you and trace his fingers over that spot.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Satan- Your mark is on your thigh. It faces up when you sit. It’s very high up however so usually it’s hidden. He likes it that way. He doesn’t feel the need to show you off all the time. He likes it being his treat to see. For him only.

“Mmm MC… No one else is allowed to touch this ok? I’ll be able to tell if someone does so don’t lie to me.” He can be very stingy over you. But it’s pretty fun to watch them fight over you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Asmodeus- Your mark is on the back of your neck. He likes it when you can see it. If you wear a turtleneck he’ll pout and try to take peeks at it. It makes he feels all fuzzy and excited to see you shiver when you feel his fingers on it.

“Ohhhhhh MC~ My mark makes me when you eat you up. It’s so pretty!” He will always be touching it. Even if it tickles. He loves kissing it and leaving little love marks around it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Beelzebub- Your mark is on your lower stomach. He loves it so much. Right over your perfect stomach. A perfect spot to kiss and bite. He swears his mark tastes like candy. That’s why he licks it so much…

“I love how it looks. So perfect and sweet…” he will continue until you are able to pull him off or get him to lick something else ;) He loves how small you look under him. He will lay over your legs and put his big hands around your hips and just admire your mark.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Belphegor- Your mark is on your shoulder blade. He has taken to liking hugging you from behind because of it. He’ll wrap his arms around you and lean down to kiss his mark. Sometimes he’ll give it a nibble.

“MCCCC~ Come here. I want to see it again.” He always wants you in his arms. He wants to hold you and see that pretty mark.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Diavolo- Your mark is on the side of your hip. He loves to knead and rub it. Your soft and squishy skin looks so nice under his fingers. He can’t help but watch it move as you squirm underneath him.

“So pretty MC~ you are such a sweet little human aren’t you?” He loves to tease you in the most wholesome way (until it becomes very much not wholesome). He loves reminding you that you’re his first and foremost because “I am the prince after all!” He rarely uses his status to get his way but he’ll do it over and over when it comes to you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Barbatos- Your mark is on the back of your hand. His favorite spot to kiss. It shows how devoted he is to you. He’s willing to kneel and kiss your hand like royalty. He also just loves the look on your face when he does it.

“My, my… Look at that lovely blush. Are you embarrassed princess?” He will tease you gently but will never stop worshipping you. And you of course will do the same back to see his equally amusing reactions.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I hope you all enjoy!!! Please feel free to submit thirsts or requests!!

[anxious-lee]

(Tickle) Fight Club || Gravity Falls Tickle Fic ||

A/N: couldn't leave this wholesome duo out! this takes place after dipper and mabel return to gravity falls the next summer. inspired by that one scene in the jungle book. bon appetite 😙🤌

Summary: Grunkle Stan thinks he's teaching Mabel how to box, but she has her own Mabel-y way of doing things.

Word count: 1339

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There wasn't much about Stan's life that he was comfortable sharing with the kids. Between the crime and the fraud, everything about his youth was either dishonest or violent.

Except, however, the boxing lessons.

Sure, they were pretty violent, but in the socially acceptable way!

Oh, if he could relive just one of those glory days. The thrill of punching away the opponent. The glory of victory. The aches and bruises that stuck with you for weeks. It was wonderful. After he had gotten the hang of it, at least.

Stan was recounting his good old memories to his niece and nephew when the teen girl piped up.

"Oh oh oh oh oh! Oh! OH! Brain explosion! You should teach us how to fight!" Mabel shouted.

"Ehhhh, no. Count me out," Dipper said quickly, "I've had more than enough combat for one lifetime, thank you very much."

"Aw, c'mon Dip Dip! You've kicked lots of butt before!"

"And I nearly died! Multiple times!"

Stan laughed. "Heh heh, never stopped me."

Mabel lifted herself up to the peak of her tiptoes. "Please, Grunkle Stan! Teach me to how to kick butt the Stan way!"

"Well, I guess it would kill an afternoon. Plus, I was a pretty tough champ when I was your age." Stan boasted.

His brother finally entered the conversation. "Didn't you get the daylights beat out of you about a hundred times?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Know-It-All. How many jerks did you beat in the ring?" Stan turned back to his neice. "Mabel, meet me on the front lawn, cause I'm gonna teach you to box!"

"YES!" she cheered.

"Oh boy" Dipper mumbled.

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Stan didn't need his family's vote of confidence to pull this off. This was gonna be great! He was going to pass down his skill to his beloved niece. What could go wrong?

He decided to have them practice in the front yard to give them more space to move freely. Despite their hesitations, Ford and Dipper were seated together on the porch sofa, looking ready to call an ambulance at a moment's notice.

Pfft, what do they take me for? Some kind of idiot?

It didn't matter. Right now, Stan was focused on Mabel and her journey to badassery.

He and Mabel stood opposite of each other. Her stance was incredibly goofy and her fists were poised in the wrong position. This was going to take some work.

"Alright kiddo, the first rule of boxing is to keep your eyes on your opponent. If they get the drop on you, it's game over."

Mabel's eyes popped cartoonishly out of her head.

"Sheesh, don't look that hard. Rule number two: don't stop moving. You're a harder target if you keep moving. Now try and do what I do."

Stan began to bounce back and forth from on foot to the other in a circle around Mabel. She picked up the technique quickly and did the same, albeit a little stiffly.

"Like this?" Mabel asked.

"Loosen up a little, you gotta keep loose if you want to stay in the game," Stan guided gently. "Now you're gonna want to look for an opening. Try and take a swing."

Mabel reeled her arm back as far as she could and swung it through the air. She had forgotten to think about her balance, though, and she spun herself in a circle before plopping her behind on the spiky grass.

"That's alright, kid, that's alright. Get up, let's try that again," Stan said. He wasn't about to let a little clumsiness deter her progress.

Encouraged by her uncle's words, Mabel jumped back up and got right back into position.

"Keep moving, keep moving," he reminded her.

The next swing was more controlled than the first. It didn't hit Stan, but she was understanding the flow.

"Now, you're getting it! Remember to keep circling, and keep your eyes on me," Stan laughed excitedly. "Ha ha! Come on, that's it!"

When it looked to be the right moment, Mabel reeled her arm back once more, and with the precision of a pro, sailed her fist up to meet her grunkle's bottom jaw.

It hurt something fierce, but he was too gosh dang proud of her to care.

"Oh! That was it, that was the one. Oh, I'm going down! I've been hit! Tell my story!" Stan cried in true dramatic uncle fashion, reveling in the way his hollers were making Mabel laugh. He pretended to stumble around awkwardly, like she had knocked him silly. With a final groan, he belly-flopped into the grass with a great big oomph!

Mabel hurried over to check if he was alright, giving him a little shake. Unfortunately, her tiny hands were pushing into the area behind his ribs, and even more unfortunately, Stan was ticklish.

He coughed out a laugh.

"No, nono, nono, now you're tickling," Stan eyeing her from over his shoulder.

Mabel grinned brightly, relieved that her grunkle wasn't hurt, and started to climb onto his back. Her little fingers soon found themselves scratching at his sides.

Stan couldn't stop himself from chuckling. This was so embarrassing. He had been going easy on her to give her confidence, but now she truly had him in a tight spot. One that he couldn't see his way out of.

"No! Nohow- now- now we don't do that in the riHing! No! No, the tickling! I can't stand the tickling!" Stan tried to crawl away, but he couldn't escape with Mabel on his back. The tickling was weakening him, and he fell and rolled onto his back. This now gave Mabel more places to tickle him. He belly-laughed helplessly as his feet kicked in little circles, as if he was riding an invisible bicycle. "HELP, STAHANFORD!"

Ford, meanwhile, had seen everything go down from his place on the couch. He chuckled warmly at the sight of his surly twin brother getting the snot tickled out of him by their spritely young niece. "Attagirl Mabel," he said under his breath.

The young fighter struggled to keep her balance atop Stan as he rolled around, trying to get up.

"Wohoah! It's like I'm riding a bull!" Mabel laughed. Her hands were now scribbling everywhere on his torso she could reach.

"This is cheheheating! Out of bohounds! Fohohoul! Penalty!" Stan laughed harder.

"I learned from the best. Do you say 'uncle'?"

"Your uhuncle never says 'uncle'!"

Ford's voice rings out across the lawn, "Liar!"

"SHUT UHUP FORD!"

Mabel was determined to get Stan to give up. Fighting may not have come easily to her, but tickle fighting sure did.

"Say 'uncle'!"

"Neveheher!"

It was obvious to everyone, including Stan, that Mabel was winning. She was mercilessly attacking his weak spots while he could barely get a word out.

"You cahahaha- you cahahaha-" Stan tried, but his lungs were too full of laughter to make room for speech. He tried again, utilizing his old man powers.

"You cahan't do this to me. I'm old, I'm frail, I'm weak!"

"Then say 'uncle'!"

Dammit.

There was one more rule that Stan had forgotten to mention: know when to tap out.

"Alrihihight, alrihihight! Uncle! I gihihihive!" Stan gasped in defeat.

"Yay! Mabel's the champion!" Said champion cheered as she immediately hopped down off her uncle.

Dipper and Ford clapped and whooped for Mabel. Stan was still on his back in the grass, regaining his breath. The sun above his face nearly blinded him, until a sweet little face blocked it out.

"Did I do good, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked.

With the strength he could muster, he replied, "You did great, pumpkin! Ha ha! That's my Mabel!" Stan sat up, dusting himself off. "You've got real gumption, kid."

"I still don't know what that word means, but thank you."

"Alright, let's get inside. Your Grunkle Stan needs a nap. And an ibuprofen."

So boxing lessons didn't go quite as Stan expected, but he had fun anyway.

His little niece was a real firecracker of a kid. Just like someone else he knew.

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Not as long as the last one, but I just wanted something fun, short, and sweet 😊🍭

[noemilivv]

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist (2)

Charlie — Hand Holding HCs

Tickle Fight HCs

Chaggie x Hotheaded!Reader

Poly!Chaggie x Awkward!Distracted!Reader

Charlie x Reader Ice Skating Date (HCs)

Crying + Comfort from Reader HCs

Charlie x Anxious!Reader HCs

Charlie + Stepmom!Reader HCs

Reader confesses their love (while drunk) HCs

“a winner’s reward” — oneshot

Vaggie — Hand Holding HCs

Chaggie x Hotheaded!Reader

Vaggie x Collecter!Reader (HCs)

Poly!Chaggie x Awkward!Distracted!Reader

Reader confesses their love (while drunk) HCs

Angel Dust — Hand Holding HCs

Tickle Fight HCs

“Ticking Bomb” Oneshot (Reverse Comfort)

Angel Dust x Scene!Reader (HCs)

Comforting them After a Nightmare

Reader accidentally breaks their wedding ring HCs

Reader confesses their love (while drunk) HCs

first date headcanons

Alastor — Hand Holding HCs

Alastor x Sensitive!Wife!Reader

Alastor x Opposite!Reader

“Swinging, Singing, Sinner” (Oneshot)

“Try One, They Help” (Oneshot)

Alastor x Sloth!Reader HCs

Happy!Child!Reader has a bad day HCs

Comforting them after a nightmare

Reader accidentally breaks their wedding ring HCs

Alastor x Overlord!Trio!Leader!Reader HCs

Reader wants a divorce HCs

first date headcanons

Sir Pentious — Hand Holding HCs

Tickle Fight HCs

Crying + Comfort from reader HCs

Curvy!Chubby!Reader HCs

Sir Pentious x Rodent!Reader HCs

Husk — Hand Holding HCs

Crying + Comfort from reader HCs

Happy!Child!Reader has a bad day HCs

Reader with toxic friend HCs

Curvy!Chubby!Reader HCs

Comforting them after a nightmare

“Accidents Happen”

Reader confesses their love (while drunk) HCs

Husk x Gender-fluid!Reader HCs

first date headcanons

Niffty — Coming soon!

Lucifer — “Sweet as Pie” (Oneshot)

Lucifer and S/O have a double date with Chaggie

Lucifer helps transmasc!reader with period dysphoria

Alastor tries to ‘steal’ Lucifer’s s/o

Lucifer x Sloth!Reader HCs

“Beat, Beat, Gone.”

Lucifer x Pregnant!AFAB!Reader

Comforting them after a nightmare

Reader confesses to them (while drunk) HCs

Lucifer x Gender-fluid!Reader HCs

Lucifer x Adam’s Best Friend!Reader HCs

Reader wants a divorce HCs

Adam — Crying + Comfort from reader HCs

Adam x Sloth!Reader HCs

Happy!Child!Reader has a bad day HCs

Adam x Band Mate!Reader

Adam x Secret!Singer!Reader

Adam + Adopted!Child!Reader HCs

Adam x Genderfluid!Reader HCs

Lute — “Stuck with a Sinner” (Oneshot)

Lute x Sloth!Reader HCs

Adam thinks Reader likes him (But they like Lute)

having an unrequited crush on lute

Emily — “Picture Smiles” Scenario

Saint Peter — Wholesome first time HCs

Vox — Vox x Reader who worries when he glitches

“Put Me Back Together” (Oneshot)

Hand Holding HCs

Tickle Fight HCs

Vox x Sloth!Reader HCs

Reader with toxic friend HCs

“Maybe Rom-Coms do Come True” (Vox x Reader x Velvette)

Curvy!Chubby!Reader HCs

Vox x Model!Reader HCs

Comforting them after a nightmare

Reader accidentally broke their wedding ring HC

Reader confesses their love (while drunk) HCs

Vox x Overlord!Trio!Leader!Reader HCs

Vox x Genderfluid!Reader HCs

Reader wants a divorce HCs

first date headcanons

Velvette — “Maybe Rom-Coms do Come True” (Vox x Reader x Velvette)

Velvette x Overlord!Trio!Leader!Reader HCs

first date headcanons

Rosie — Happy!Child!Reader has a bad day HCs

Rosie x Baker!Reader HCs

Cherri Bomb — “Five More Minutes…” (Oneshot)

Cherri Comforts Reader after they have a nightmare

[cheezbites]

Headcanons of Dating Ghost PT.3

✎: Fun fact, part one is on 600+ NOTES??? HOLY SHIT?!? THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH😋!!! (You don’t need to read the other parts to read this one)

🌸Part One

💕Part Two

♡Summary: Wholesome headcanons of dating Ghost PT.3 <3

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Bf!Ghost loves seeing you wear his clothes. Although you practically own or have worn at least half of his wardrobe, he still gets that same content feeling that surges throughout his body when he sees you lounging in one of his t-shirts. They looked way baggier on you, but that makes it even better. No matter what you’re wearing, he’ll always do a double take, smile, and say:

“It looks cuter on you, keep it.”

Bf!Ghost never backs down from his light hearted pranks, no matter what day, season or time it is. Halloween was coming up and he remembered that uncannily misplaced skeleton prop in your garage, slowly withering away as other things piled on top of it. Compared to how it was originally bought, it honestly looked ten times scarier. The quality was worn out and old, perfect for the prank he was about to play on you.

He stood at the end of the dimly lit corridor, calling out your name like he needed your help with a favour.

“Y/N?” he said, trying to contain his laughter by clearing his throat.

“Hmm?”

“C’mere for a sec, ‘need yer help with something.”

You turned your corridor’s lights on before making your way to where his voice was, before you made the final turn he held the flimsy skeleton prop out which admittedly scared you half to death.

“Boo.”

“Ahhh,” you replied, trying to mask how genuinely scared you were with his thoughtless prank. He saw how scared you were, even if it was very, very brief.

“The skeleton checks out,” you quipped, rolling your eyes.

Bf!Ghost always ties your shoe laces for you. Always. It’s honestly became a tradition for whenever you guys go out.

“You ready to go?” you asked, kneeling down to slip on your Jordan’s.

“Wait, I forgot something.”

You expected him to make a quick trip upstairs to grab whatever he forgot, but he suddenly knelt down in front of you, catching you off guard for a second until you realised what he was doing.

You stood up, smiling down at him as he effortlessly tied your shoes.

“Aw, such a gentlemen.”

You always tease him for his officious habits, just like how he always keeps them up.

Bf!Ghost is used to solving your unserious petty arguments with pillow fights. Upon hearing a satirical remark from him, you’d grab any nearby pillow and thwack his face with it. He would grab a pillow and use it to shield his face before you guys have a blast with pillows. They always start off with teasing before they gradually grow in competitiveness. He’s fully aware he can easily win each and every single time but he still acts defeated so you can win. But you still are pretty good at beating people with pillows… is that something he should be taking note of?

“That’s it, let it all out.” He teased, still using a pillow as a shield whilst flailing it at you.

Bf!Ghost draws on your arm/thigh when he’s bored.

“Y’know ink poison is a thing, right?” you asked, still closely watching as he draws an intricate flower on your arm.

“Eh… you’ll live, dove.”

The drawings are honestly impressive, you kind of want to keep them on - possibly get them tattooed just to surprise him and catch his reaction. They’ll be worth the ink poisoning, anyways.

Bf!Ghost can’t go to bed knowing you’re upset with him. He will not go to sleep until he’s forgiven or if he sees you smile, literally. He knows you’re unaware of how many nights he’s kept himself up just because you wouldn’t talk to him and he plans on keeping it that way. He doesn’t even know why he does it, it’s just his guilty consciousness gnawing at him.

Bf!Ghost tickles you just so hear you laugh - it’s always out of nowhere, too. You could be in bed together as he’s resting his head on your stomach and out of nowhere he’d turn to face you. You curiously peer at him. His fingers make way to your stomach and start mercilessly tickling you and you’re suddenly dying from all the giggles and laughter,

“Simon!” you exclaimed through chuckles, trying to clutch onto your stomach whilst floundering his hands off.

Bf!Ghost has only one collection: his beloved teacup collection, of course. You decided to ironically gift him a skeleton cup you saw when you were shopping. God, if you only knew how much that flimsy cup with that cute little chibi cartoon style skeleton waving a British flag around meant to him.

It’s his go to cup each time he drinks tea, which is everyday. If any of his lads comes over and he’s casually sipping his tea, he never fails to mention how you got it.

“The misses got me this,” or something along those lines. He completely abandoned his other ones, this was just his signature cup.

Bf!Ghost has his occasional late night cravings, some weird, some not. But he’s just continually found himself having them and each time it’s at night. He’s not one to typically participate in British stereotypes, well… sometimes. But the urge for a good ol’ beans on toast was starting to get irrepressible. You were willing to try some, too. It honestly wasn’t even bad - in fact, it was good. You added some cheese on yours for the sake of the exquisiteness, so did he. You guys also mix any drinks you have together like odd scientists taking ‘shots’.

Bf!Ghost was trying his very hardest to keep quiet as you took a nap on him. He was a light sleeper, it was only natural to assume everyone else was. He’d inherently hold his breath every now and then whilst keeping his body meticulously still. When he felt faint and dizzy, that’s when he knew about his involuntary breath holding. Little did he know, you were deep in sleep. There could be a boisterous, off-beat 80s band playing and you would still be knocked out.

Bf!Ghost had a long, dreadful day - so did you. You were both burned out and feeling so overstimulated from the lingering buzz of people and their loud conversations and the dizziness from somehow feeling faint. When you have days like this, you’d silently endure in each other’s company, laying with each other in bed with a comfortable tranquility. You’d just appreciate each other being there as his warm hands are wrapped around you. You were both feeling unbothered. but the only person you could both bare seeing at the moment was each other.

•••╰┈➤Masterlist

Dating Gaz

Dating Price

Dating König