#Found new brushes eheheh

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#my art #hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #hollow knight ghost #hollow knight hornet #silksong #hk #Found new brushes eheheh #i love them so much

[kusuguricafe]

MC used tickle! It's super effective!

A/N: shoutout to @cxra-melty for the inspiration 💜

Summary: Kieran needs a little cheering up and MC and their minccino are eager to help!

Characters: lee!Kieran, ler!MC

“Hey, Kieran!”

Kieran looked up to see MC walking towards him and waving, with a minccino riding on their hat.

“Oh! Hey there, MC!”

They sat down next to him and minccino climbed down off of MC’s hat onto Kieran’s lap.

“Hi, minccino,” Kieran scratched behind her ears. She melted into his touch, delighted. “Aren’t you cute?” He looked back up at MC. “Did you catch her recently? I don’t think I’ve seen you with her before.”

“Yes, I did! I caught her in the Polar Biome for Drayton’s challenge, and we’ve grown quite fond of each other ever since. Her name is Cappuccino!”

“Chino, chino!”

“She’s very sweet.”

Cappuccino jumped back to MC and climbed up onto their shoulder. “She likes to be up high.”

Kieran smiled halfheartedly. “All Pokémon just love you, don’t they?” He looked at his feet.

“I wouldn’t say all…”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“I…” MC started, “I want to apologize.”

Kieran looked up at them.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you. That wasn’t okay, and I’m really so—”

“I’m sorry too! I’ll never lash out at you like that ever again. I promise!”

“I know. It’s okay, and I forgive you.”

“I forgive you too.”

MC smiled. “Can… Can I have a hug?”

“Oh! Y-yeah…”

The two leaned in and embraced each other. After a moment, Cappuccino crawled over to Kieran’s shoulder and nuzzled into his neck.

“Eek! H-hey!”

“I’m not doing anything…?”

They let go and MC saw that Cappuccino had found a new perch.

“Chichi! Chichi!”

“Aw, I think she likes you!”

“Mrrmph-! T-tell her to stahap, w-would you?”

“Wait, are you—”

“N-no!”

Cappuccino paused to look at MC. Kieran let out the breath he was apparently holding in.

“Hmm, I think I know something that might cheer you up.”

“Wha-?”

“Cappuccino, use tickle!”

“Chi! Chichichichichichichichi!”

Cappuccino rapidly swished her tail back and forth against Kieran’s neck and ears. When he scrunched his neck and shoulders to protect himself, she would crawl to the other side.

“Ah! Ahahahaha nohoho! S-stahahahahahahap ihihit!”

Kieran didn’t want to accidentally hurt her, so he just sat there, giggling, fists clenched in his lap.

“I was right! Now let’s see… Are you ticklish here?” MC gently poked Kieran’s tummy.

“Nahahahahahat you too!”

“Sounds like a yes. How about riiight here?” They wiggled a finger in his belly button.

“EEEHE! NohohOHOhooo!”

Cappuccino wagged her tail under his chin.

“Ehehehe *snort* I- *snort* stAHAHAHA!”

MC laughed along with him. “What about these ribs of yours?” They kneaded his lower ribs with their thumbs and Kieran shook his head and kicked his feet out.

“Chichichi!”

Wanting to help MC, Cappuccino slipped under Kieran’s shirt and clung to his bicep as she swiped her tail over his right armpit.

“W-whaAAHAHAHA! G-gehet oUT of-eEHEHEHE!”

“You have a really cute laugh, you know,” MC commented, still tickling his ribcage.

Kieran blushed.

Cappuccino then crawled down his torso, came out the bottom of his shirt and sat on his left knee.

“Chino!”

“What is it?” MC asked Cappuccino, “Do you have an idea?”

“Chino, chino!”

Cappuccino held on to Kieran’s thigh and swished her tail against the underside of his knee.

“N-no! Not my knehehehEHEHEES! I’m rehEHEHEHEALLY t-tihihicklish thehehEHEHERE!”

“Good work, Cappuccino! It’s super effective!”

“Shuhut uhuhup! You’re worse than CahahAHAHAHA! WAIHAIHAIHAIHAIT!”

MC joined in, squeezing above Kieran’s kneecaps and holding his legs still with their own while Cappuccino hopped back and forth between his legs, brushing her tail against his inner thighs and the undersides of his knees.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! DOHOHOHOHON’T! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Don’t stop? You got it!”

“NoohOOOHOHO-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHAHAI’M GONNA DIHIHIEEEEHEHEHE! MAHAHA! MEHEHEHERCY! MER-HAHAHA-HERHERHERCY!”

“Alright, Cappuccino, that’s enough.”

“Chino…”

Disoriented, Kieran leaned over onto MC’s lap and gasped for air.

“Ehehehe.. haha… ahahaha…”

MC patted his head. “You alright?”

“Yeaha…”

Cappuccino clambered over Kieran and climbed back up MC’s arm onto their shoulder. MC continued to soothe Kieran by lightly scratching his scalp, which he appeared to enjoy. They stayed like that for a few minutes until MC stopped and Kieran finally came out of his daze.

“Wha- When did I get on your lap??”

“Don’t worry about it,” MC said reassuringly, “I don’t mind.”

Embarrassed, he sat up and avoided MC’s gaze. He twiddled his hair in his fingers.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“F-for tickling me… I haven’t been tickled in a while, and, so uh… it was nice.”

“Oh, I’m glad!”

“Yeah.” Kieran peeked at MC and smiled, genuinely.

“Feel free to ask any time. Right, Cappuccino?”

“…”

Kieran stopped hiding his face and turned towards the pair. “Looks like she fell asleep.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t, after that.”

“I almost did, you have a magic touch. No wonder your Pokémon love your pets so much!”

#tickling #tickle fic #kieran #lee!kieran #mc #ler!mc #pokémon #pokémon scarlet and violet #pokémon scarlet and violet dlc #the hidden treasure of area zero #the teal mask #the indigo disk #princess scrawlings

[i-will-always-be-happy]

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: During the last few days, Deku has ignored Bakugou, realizing his mistake, he decides to apologize in a different way.

Lee: Izuku Midoriya / Deku

Ler: Katsuki Bakugou

'Ugh, here comes that stupid nerd', Bakugou thought, watching Midoriya approach. He knew what he would say: Hey Kacchan!, he had no idea how much the green-haired man's attitude bothered him. But this time, it was the opposite, deku walked past him and didn't even bother to greet him or greet him, Bakugou was shocked at that.

Bakugou coughed, trying to get attention but he just kept going. He didn't understand what was happening. The nerd, his childhood best friend, ignoring him? He shook his head, what was he thinking? He was a nerd and he didn't have to care about that. Bakugou just turned around and went to his room.

The days passed the same, Midoriya ignored Bakugou. Even when Bakugou was accompanied, he greeted the others but he gave him a cold greeting, he didn't know why, but he was wondering what deku had against him. 'Bakubro, is everything alright?' Kirishima touched his shoulder and snapped him out of his thoughts. 'Of course I am hair shitty hair, why wouldn't it be?, classic Bakugou.'Well, lately I've seen you pensive, is it or does it have something to do with Midoriya not talking to you?', Bakugou clenched his knuckles, responding badly way at first, until finally he had to come clean and tell him that he was right, this new behavior was making him think. 'Maybe... He got tired of how you treated him, I mean, you always treated him badly and told him to die, even though he admired you so much, you despised him', damn, that shark tooth was in the wrong Right, he hated to admit it, but he pretended to him that he wasn't sorry for doing it and let him, Kirishima sighed, knowing that the blonde did care about his friend after all.

All the students went to visit their parents, except Bakugou, well he would, but after doing something. 'Oh hello Katsuki! Come in, come in', Inko kindly invited the blonde to her house. They chatted for a while, Inko noticed the time, she was late, she apologized to the boy for not asking to continue serving him. 'Is Izuku at home?' 'Oh yeah, he's in his room, sorry to leave you. If you go to see Izuku, tell him I went out for a while', he left immediately and that blonde was left alone, sighing and walking around the house for a while, until something he saw reminded him and he knew perfectly how to ask Deku for forgiveness. He went up the stairs silently, until he found Izuku lying on his bed face up, perfect, perfect place, perfect position and no one around. 'Hey Deku', Izuku recognized the voice and turned, turning his back on the blonde, but it didn't last long, as the blonde turned him around and stood on top of him. 'Stop ignoring me already!' 'Wasn't that what you wanted? I thought you wanted me to leave you alone, so I do!', Izuku frowned, earning a smirk from the blonde. 'Deku deku... you know? It's not good to have your best friend as an enemy, because he knows your secrets~'

'What are you talking about-? Wait... No, no Bakugou, don't you dare or I swear what- Ehehehe!', Deku started to laugh when he felt fingers brushing against his neck. 'Oh please Deku, you're not going to get away from me, take this as an apology from me', Bakugou smiled, running his hands to deku's sides, making him squeal. 'Nohoho! Kahahahachahan! Plehehehahhahahahsehehe! Dohohon't' 'Don't do what, deku?', he trailed his fingers up to deku's lower ribs. 'TIHIHIcklehehe EHEHE! Stahahahahap!! Sohoho bahahahad!!', deku squealed, helpless before his best friend, his cheeks began to blush all the way to his ears and he tried to grab his friend's wrists, all to no avail. 'Still tickling you? Damn deku, I knew you liked them, but I didn't think to that level!', he laughed before sticking his fingers into deku's armpits, piercing hard and making him scream. 'NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! WHY?! MEHEHEHERCY!!', Deku knew that the blond wouldn't be content to see him laugh, he wanted to destroy him until Deku was a mess and couldn't breathe. 'Hmmm... No, you were rude to me, this is what you get for being rude'

'BUHUHUT! EEE! KAHAHACHAHAN!!', he begged, the blonde didn't stop for anything I said or asked him for. 'Tell me, Kacchan, I forgive you and I'll stop', it was Deku's opportunity to make those sensations leave his body. He took a deep breath, enough to scream before the laughter came out of his mouth again 'KACCHAN I FORGIVE YOU!!! HAHAHHAHAHA!! I SAID! STOP! PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHSE!!', and just as the blond said, he stopped, sitting next to the green-haired man, who was gasping for oxygen while still laughing. He directed his teary eyes to the blonde, that blush, those eyes, it seemed that was the expression he wanted to see from deku. 'You're too ticklish a nerd,' he got up and left the room, 'warning' his friend that it would be worse the next time he ignored him. Deku saw how the blonde left and returned with a glass of water, he received it with affection and smiled, definitely, he missed that affectionate part of his friend

#bnha tickle #mha tickle #ler!bakugou #lee!izuku #lee!deku #bnha tickling #mha tickles

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Fódlan Flufflets #25: Popular (Felix/Bernadetta)

A parting gift before my two-week retreat -- the return of Fódlan Flufflets!

In honor of the #ChooseYourLegends results, have some #Felibern -- my very first, in fact! Please enjoy this latest slice of my patented Fódlan anachronism. ---

Felix had endured countless humiliations in the maelstrom of agony that was his life. Losing spars to classmates and veteran knights alike. Falling for Glenn’s mischievous pranks, guised as “coming of age” rituals. Enduring the second-hand embarrassment that was Sylvain’s skirt-chasing.

All soul-crushing in their own ways, but experience ingrained a budding humility that’d bloomed into his adulthood years, and he’d learned to brush off such embarrassments like the pitiful swings of a fresh Fraldarius troop.

This, however, was the final straw. Not even a day into their vacation at Derdriu, and they were greeted with the culture shock that was the city periodical’s headline:  

““SHIPPING WARS” RUN RAMPANT -- “FELIBERN” OUTPACES THE LIKES OF “DIMILETH”, “SYLVGRID”, “FERDITHEA” and “LEORENZ” IN NEW POLL DECIDING FÓDLAN’S CUTEST COUPLE!”

And that was how, after being chased by hordes of screeching fangirls, Felix and his wife found themselves holed up in Derdriu’s fanciest inn. The screams of adoring fans and invasive paparazzi buzzed incessantly outside their window like a sea of hungry gnats, swarming the Aquatic Capital and descending upon their refuge -- their cheers and demands invasive as they were utterly confounding.

“FE-LI-BERN! FE-LI-BERN!! FEEL THE BERN!!!”

“WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! COME OUT AND SMOOCH FOR US!”

“CAN YOU COMMENT ON THE RUMORS SURROUNDING LADY BERNADETTA’S PREGNANCY?”

Cornered, exhausted, and utterly defeated, Felix’s face rested firmly in his palms – not merely because of the egregious invasion of privacy, or the impossible likelihood of escape, but because of one unfathomable variable he’d never have predicted.

“Ehehehehe,” giggled his wife. “Oh my gosh, Felix! Look! They drew us as little kitties! And we’re snuggling!”

No, it was because after all the screaming and hiding ceased once all the facts were laid bare, Felix came to the horrifying realization that Bernadetta actually liked it.

“Bernie’s never won at anything,” marveled Bernie, “but Cutest Couple in Fódlan? Hehe! It’s funny because it’s true! Bernie prevails!”

“Please stop,” moaned Felix.

“But look at all the competition!” said Bernadetta as she thumped her chest. “We beat out Ashette, Mercedue, Cysithea, and, and-”

“Yes, I read the article.”

“Ehehehe, do you know what this means? We have fans!” said Bernadetta with a squeal. She unlocked the window and waved outside. “Yes, hello! Bernie sees you!”

Wincing at the deafening roar, Felix yanked her back inside and slammed the window shut. “Don’t encourage them. And since when were you such a social butterfly?”

“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport, Felix!” said Bernadetta with a pout – shaking her arms in that familiar display of protest. “C’mon, didn’t you see the artwork? They’ve got some serious talent!”

Shoving the paper into his face, Felix was met once more with the paper’s meticulously detailed header image: the two Fraldariuses, engaged in a wistful liplock amidst glowing fireflies in a moonlit forest; a menagerie of doe-eyed woodland critters surrounding their tryst with palpable adoration.

Felix composed himself with a deep sigh. “Last I checked,” he said with an elaborate exhale, “our marriage wasn’t out for display. I don’t know how this whole nonsense started, but once we get back, I’ll appeal directly to Dimitri for an immediate ban on this so-called ‘shipping’.”

“Oh, come on – it’s all in good fun! Here, check these out,” said Bernadetta as she flashed a collection of paper-thin tomes, their covers decorated with amorous embraces and lovelorn looks courtesy of Fódlan’s top couple.

Felix nearly hurled. “What are--wait, where’d you even get those-”

“Oh, some fans shoved them into my hands while you were swinging your sword at those journalists – I think they’re called ‘zines’? Let’s see: there’s “Arrows and Swords” – it’s full of little stories about us! – and this one’s called “Violet Dreams and Azure Courage” – chock-full of pictures; see, I’m a mermaid! -- and this is…um, I’m not sure what the “18+” stands for, but it’s called “Steamy Fraldarius Nights” and--oh my-”

Ripping that last one out of his wife’s hands, Felix threw the offending zine to the floor and smote it with a Thunder spell. “Look, we came here for a retreat,” said Felix, incredulous at reminding Bernadetta – Bernadetta! -- of the values of privacy. “How do you expect us to relax if we’re constantly entertaining the delusions of these obsessed goons?”

Bernadetta pouted as she crossed her arms. “Well, you can say what you like, but they’re not leaving!”

“Then I’ll make them,” said Felix as he marched to the window and swung it wide open. “People of Deirdru, may you promise to leave us alone once I give you what your pathetic hearts desire!”

“WE HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR, LORD FRALDARIUS!”

“Felix?” said Bernadetta as her husband pulled her to the window, “what are you-”

Immediately swinging Bernadetta to his front, Felix elaborately dipped his wife out the window and gave the entirety of Derdriu front-row seats to a passionate kiss.

The city shook with a rumbling roar – the raw power of nerd fandom rippling the very air itself, enduring even as they pulled apart.

Bernadetta flushed crimson, reduced to lovestruck babble. “N-no fair.”

Felix grinned roguishly. “Just promise me you won’t wound Lorenz’s pride by rubbing our victory in his face, and I won’t embarrass you further.”

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#fodlan flufflets #felibern #felix hugo fraldarius #bernadetta von varley #i just love absurdism #bernie and lorenz do seem to have an antagonism thing going on #choose your legends #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses fanfiction #fe3h

[strange-changes-ln]

“ Strange Changes. “

Chapter Four: “An Episode.”

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

This is- fine, this is A- for- Alright. Just- enter the elevator. And- And get this box to the Lady already. So… why is he hesitating? Is he nervous? Course. Why not. He made it all the way here, he could probably turn around and go back, but that would’ve been a lot of time, simply wasted. So, he’s just- gonna have to suck it up, and go in. Roger presses the button on the side of the wall, waiting for the constantly rising, and lowering box from behind the metal doors to show up.

This? This is okay. Nothing’s wrong here.

For now, he can just look around for a while, he supposes. With the new sight. He’s still wondering how this happened. Was it merely by chance? Was something or- someone causing this? He highly doubts it’s a someone, but-

“ Janitor? “ A voice. Came from in front of him.

. . . The Lady.

Oh— Oh she was in the- he didn’t- think-

No- focus! Don’t start acting idiotic now, Roger.

“ Ah— My Lady! Uhh- I-I didn’t think you were coming down, you- usually don’t. “ He- tried to his best not to stammer, but it was bound to happen. The Lady slowly moved her way out of the elevator, her kimono making it seem like she wasn’t touching the ground to move. She stared. Silently, at him.

” … “ He blinked, awkwardly. “ I-uh- ahem- brought you something. This was supposed to be given to you. I don’t know why, there wasn’t anyone there when it arrived. The Ferryman just saw the package, with a note, by the dock, saying that it had to be given to you. Don’t know how it arrived, again, it just kind of appeared, and.. and I, uh… “ He glanced back up at the Lady. She was still silent. She- might’ve been getting tired of his ramble. Ah jeez.

“ ..M..My apologies, my Lady, I-I should’ve just given it to, huh. “ He let out a fake chuckle. That- didn’t make this looming, discomforting sense of tension any better.

The Lady simply approached him, looming over his shortened stature. She seemed to…examine him. Something was different about him, something she didn’t see at all before. She stared directly at Roger, technically making ‘eye contact’ with him. Her expression was hidden behind her cream white mask. The Janitor shrunk, just a bit, under her gaze.

” ..um..ah-haha- uh.. m-my Lady?- Is there, something you would- “

” Where are your eyes? “ She finally spoke, her voice was soft, and calm. He flinched. Not again.

” ..uh.. p..pardon? “

“ Your eyes. You do not seem to have them. “ It’s something she never knew, due to the skin acting as a blindfold most of the time. How interesting, this was.

He- really didn’t wanna get back on this again, but- he assumes he has to. Deep breath.

“ ..Well, you see, I— t-this is a past scar, it’s nothing, b-but… most of the townsfolk didn’t exactly appreciate that I was around. They saw me as a freak of nature, and… i-it isn’t like I could tell them they’re wrong. So, a- a group cornered me as I was just trying to find solitude, and.. they, uh.. “ The paining quiet, the uncomfortable stare of the Lady, having to recall this moment all over again— he just did his best to keep calm, despite the stuttering. Why was he acting like this, he’s an adult, suck it up.

“ ..They— did their damage. They got what.. what they wanted for the most part, heh-… “ He laughed it off. Like his normally would have, but it wasn’t helping. It didn’t help any of the times he’s tried it so far. The Lady still, stared. She was waiting. He wanted to just cut it short and give her the package. But… he kept going, he didn’t really know why. “ S-Sure, they most likely wanted me dead a-at best, but hey! At least.. they were satisfied, eheheh.. “

The Lady nodded. He’s kind of surprised she listened to all of that. He had the feeling she would have cut him off right then and there, but-

“ Did it hurt? “ She… unsettlingly asked. Roger was mostly looking at the ground during this, but now he had perked his head up to meet Lady’s eyes.

“ ..did it…hurt? “ He squinted.

“ The attack. Was it painful? “ ..That’s a…strange question to ask. But a question nonetheless.

“ ..Y-Yeah. A lot, actually. It was.. kinda scary, too, I couldn’t see.. everything was dark, it was cold.. raining. Nobody seemed to come to my aid, so I just- had to go off, on my own. I-I kinda thought I was- gonna die. My eyes were bleeding, I felt that if I lost too much, I would’ve…u-uh…mm- “ He shook his head, before continuing. “ T-Though, I- found my way to…somewhere, can’t remember where. And- luckily, there was a gauze. Just had to.. wrap myself up. Was lightheaded after. Cold. A-A little too cold. And alone, kind of when…wh-when I shouldn’t have been. “ He once again, tried to laugh it off a bit. But it progressed.

No.

No.

No no no no no NO. NO. STOP. You- You shouldn’t be having one of these now, not in front of the Lady..! Calm down, calm down, you’re just talking.

The Lady seemed confused. He had been giving out chuckles of discomfort a few times during this, but now? Now it seemed to escalate. To a strangely high degree.

” I-I don’t know where— my Mom- m-my Dad, they- weren’t around, they- I-I lost them, I lost- I-I was lost, so- s-so lost, it- it was cold, I was scared out of my mind that someone w-would’ve found me and tr-tried t— o-or hoped that someone would’ve helped, b-but funnily enough; nobody did!! “

He was rambling again, nonono, stop, calm yourself down! You’re being overdramatic, Roger, stop it. “ I-I could’ve…….c…..could’ve…… heh…heheheheh- n-no one was there, no one stopped it, I-I was on my own, b-but that’s what I wanted, right?— W-Well, I mean- sure, but- but not like that, not like that, not like.. someone, a-anyone could’ve done something, s-someone could’ve helped, someone, SOMEONE.. “

This was… spiraling out of control, the Lady finally made note. Roger was backed up against a wall, hand to his hat, putting an immense amount of pressure onto it, still talking to himself. She didn’t know what was going on with him, but it was best to calm the situation down at this point in time.

She gently put her hand on the Janitor’s shoulder. He jolted, eyeing up at the tall, elegant woman. He was a shaky, stammering, panicked mess for a couple of moments there. Another one. Really?

His breathing slowed, his hand slowly lowering from his hat and down to his side. The…The shaking was still prominent, but not as much as before.

This seemed extremely unprofessional. And he felt as it was. But the Lady simply brushed it off, and eyed the little box he was supposed to have given to her sooner. It fell to the ground, as he lost his grip. She reached down, and picked it up, firmly. Once more, eyeing Roger. He immediately diverted his attention, looking to the left.

“ ..I-I’m.. “ He began to speak, eyeing the Lady, still… stuttering. “ ..I’m s- “ He was stopped, the woman putting her hand in front of him. She didn’t need an apology. She simply turned, went into the elevator, and went back up to her quarters.

. . .

He’s so… so… tired.

Mentally, and emotionally. He just- wants to get back to his comfort zone. Where he doesn’t have to be around people other than the kids. Alone. By his own choice.

Passing through the Kitchen, he doesn’t even know what time is it, but he notices Marcus still up. He’s smoking. He’s…not supposed to be. But he still does, and Roger never knew why. The Chef had noticed him from where he stood.

“ -Oh, hey R..uhh… you okay? “ He squinted one eye. “ Did you get the box to- “

” Mhm- yep. “

“ Oh. Uh. Was she mad, or.. “

” Nono, uh… it didn’t seem like it. “ He could’ve only been able to tell if she had spoken, if she had a certain tone to her voice. But she sounded calm and collected. So… hopefully she wasn’t mad afterwards. “ I just.. “ Roger ‘crossed his arms,’ which was just an excuse to not say that he was hugging them instead of having his arms crossed. “ ..I’m just gonna go. I’m tired. You should, uh.. probably go too, Y’know? “

” ..Yeah. Yeah, I probably should. “ Marcus nodded, and put whatever he was doing at the cutting board to a halt. He started to head off, off to his living space. Marcus glanced back at-

Oh. The Janitor was already gone.

Huh.

…

Y’know, he— he kind of got curious. About the box. Whoever sent it to the Lady must’ve been… maybe… important? He doesn’t know. He never gets to see her often.

Eh, whatever. He’ll just get some rest. Marcus kept thinking to himself. As he carefully entered his bedroom, careful as not to disturb his brother.

. . .

The Lady hummed. She held the box firmly in her hands, as she made her way over to the wooden desk-like object, with the broken mirror.

She quietly sighed, before continuing to hum. She quickly inspected herself. She still looked the same. She was still elegant. She was still…

Hm. Eyeing the little box that had been sent to her. It was a cardboard box, with a little dark blue bow on the top. She squinted behind the mask. How…simple of a design. She gingerly removed the blue bow, and put it down on the wooden surface she stood at. She then began to open the box up itself.

She wonders.

Once the box has been properly opened, she sees— a letter? Just- a normal, white letter. She hums, lifting it from out of the box. She removed the seal, carefully, with the best precision she could muster. Inside, was a folded piece of paper, exactly three times, it had been folded.

. . .

Unfolding the paper, she skimmed over the note for a moment, before taking the time to actually read it. Once that was done, she read.

She, ah— read it a couple of times. Because-..

Well..

” … “ She stood in a sort of- shocked silence.

She then muttered.. something.

. . .

She simply put the paper onto the wooden surface, and vanished. Into the shadows.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #little nightmares #little nightmares lady #roger the janitor #Strange Changes

[tk-writer]

Hair.  [YTTD - Joesara]

When classes let out for the day, Sara found it strange that Joe wasn’t waiting for her at the front gates of the school. He didn’t mention having o-soji duties, and none of the clubs he was a part of had meetings that afternoon. The two of them always walked to and from school together - it was their little unspoken agreement, and had been since kindergarten. Things changed when they were older and got more involved with after school activities, but they kept this silent promise on the days they were free. It was really out of character for him to rush home without telling her.

She decided to swing by his place on her way home to make sure he was okay. He could have just forgotten, but just in case...

She approached the familiar front door, one she had known since her toddler days, and was greeted warmly by Joe’s mom soon after she knocked.

“He’s upstairs in his room,” she said in lieu of a proper greeting.

“Is he okay?” Sara asked while slipping off her shoes. “It’s not like him to rush home without telling me…”

His mom pressed her lips together in concern and seemed unwilling to say. Something was definitely not right.

“Why don’t you go talk to him? He’ll certainly appreciate you stopping by. I think he needs a friend.”

Her avoidance worried Sara. Did something happen to Joe?

She didn’t have much time to linger on it. She bounced her way upstairs to his room and firmly knocked on the door.

“You in there, Joe?”

The faint sound of rustling behind it let her know he was.

“Is that you, Sara?!”

He sounded normal enough. That was a relief.

“Yeah. Thanks for leaving without me,” she grumbled, pretending to be irritated.

“AGH! I’m sorry!! I totally forgot!”

Yeah, he sounded like normal Joe. It was bizarre that he was talking to her through the door, though...

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Totally normal. Not different at all. Same old same old. Why do you ask!!”

That time, he sounded off. Almost like he had a tremor in his voice. Sara turned the knob, but realized the door was locked.

“Can I come in?”

He paused for a few long moments before replying.

“Um… I’d rather you didn’t, if that’s okay…”

“Are you indecent?”

“WHAT!? No!! It’s not like that!” his voice rang through the thick walls, clear as day.

“Then what’s wrong? Please tell me… I’m worried…”

She heard a dramatic sigh from the other side before he finally conceded.

“Ugh… fine… but you have to promise not to laugh, okay?!”

“I promise.”

The door slowly opened, and Sara realized why he’d made such a request. One glance at his hair and she found herself holding back a chuckle. In all honesty, it looked like someone had taken a lawn mower to his head. It was cut unevenly on both sides, some parts in the back sticking up every which way thanks to the hard gel styling his curls. It was already difficult to take Joe seriously before, but this new hairstyle was going to make it impossible.

“...Um…”

He ran his hand through his hair to smooth it down, but it sprung back up in an almost comedic fashion. The poor kid let out another disheartened sigh. He seemed really down; it was unlike him to have such a gloomy expression.

“Pretty bad, right? It’s okay, you can say it. Everyone else made fun of me too.”

Sara gave it a closer look and noticed the hair on his right side was slightly longer than the left. Anger suddenly flashed through her mind; if this had been done as a practical joke, the person responsible had gone too far with it.

“What happened? Who did this?”

“A bunch of people from home room said I should change up my look... at first it was kinda fun to think about, but they all got so pushy… then this one older girl from the drama club showed up. Said she wanted to be a beautician or somethin’. She pulled out all these magazines and everyone poled around us and at that point I couldn’t really say no…”

She didn’t mean to pity him, but hearing this made her feel guilty she hadn’t been there to stand up for him. He was prone to bullying, always had been, but even this was extreme. She cupped his face with one hand and ran her thumb across his skin tenderly.

“Oh, Joe…”

He put his hand on top of hers and leaned into it for a moment or two. Then he gently pushed it away.

“It’s okay… I’m used to being laughed at. How’s this any different from the regular stuff, ya know?”

He was breaking her heart, the way he was frowning like that. She rummaged through her mind, trying to think of ways to make the best of his new hairstyle.

“Hold on. Maybe we can fix it. What if you fluffed it out a bit, like this?”

She reached out both hands and ran them through his hair, combing through the crunchiness of the gel. Her fingers brushed against the sides of his neck, making him squirm ever so slightly. He scrunched his shoulders in defense and let out a breathy laugh.

“Hey… stop! That tickles!”

Feigning ignorance, she fluttered her fingers around his ears and teased him when he giggled.

“Hold still! I can’t fix it if you’re moving around like that.”

“Ehehehe! Doooooon’t!!”

When he was least expecting it, she playfully poked his ribs and laughed when he squealed. He lost his balance and fell backwards onto his bed, giving her the upper hand. She launched an all-out attack and continued to poke all of his worst spots, jumping from his sides to his underarms and once in a while scribbling against his neck, just to throw him off. He thrashed around, giggling wildly with a huge smile plastered across his face.

Eventually, he fought her off, grabbing her wrists and holding them with both hands.

“You’re so cold, Sara! Tickling a man when he’s down…”

Sara giggled back, happy to see him smiling once more. She looked at his hair again, the choppy bits strewn all over his comforter, and suddenly got an idea. 

She stood up abruptly and seized a pair of scissors she saw laying on his nightstand. Her eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror as she held thick clumps of hair in her grasp.

“Hey, what are you do- wait, Sara! No!”

It was too late. Long locks of mousy brown hair fell to the ground. Joe watched in abject horror as his best friend gave herself the most atrocious haircut, on purpose. When she was finished, she turned around to face him.

“See? Now we’re matching.”

Sara now had bangs… uneven bangs, but bangs nonetheless. It would’ve been a cute look, had she finished cutting the rest of them instead of keeping the length on her far left side. To Joe, it looked absolutely ridiculous, so much that he burst into laughter once again. This time voluntarily.

“AHAHAHAAHAHA! You look so funny!!”

Not the reaction she was expecting. Annoyed that her act of solidarity was being mocked, she set the scissors on the table once more before pouncing on him. She began tickling his ribs again, this time much more sadistically. His laughter increased in pitch and sounded much more panicked.

“So that’s what you’re gonna do? Laugh at me when I try to make you feel better? Huh? Huh?”

Joe tried to spit out apologies in between fits of laughter, but was only able to babble as her tickle attack continued. At one point he even snorted, which prompted her to tickle him even harder. His squirming became more desperate, yet his efforts to fight her off were pretty halfhearted. By the time she stopped, his cheeks were flushed bright pink and his hair was even more disheveled than before.

She laid down at his side and spent the next few seconds just admiring him. Taking in his form in all its glory. Even if his hair looked ridiculous, his smile was still sunny and bright and wonderful. Just like him. She reached out and ran her hand through his hair again, holding some of it up to the sunlight coming through his window. It shined in reddish-auburn hues and was soft to touch, almost like silk.

“Hey, it doesn’t look so bad now! I kinda like it with one side styled like this.”

Joe’s laughter had finally died down. Once again, he looked quite sullen, giving her a weak half smile to mask the feelings his heart.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, you know…”

“I’m not lying! Seriously. I think it looks cool.”

Joe suddenly sat up with an intense look in his eye.

“Say that again!!”

“Say… what?”

“What you just said right now!!”

“Uh, I think it looks cool?”

Before she could finish, she found both arms pinned to her sides as Joe wrapped her into a strong embrace. He pulled her back down onto his bed and buried his face in her shoulder.

“No one’s ever said I looked cool before!! Not one single soul! But hearing you say that makes me feel like the coolest guy EVER! I could die of happiness, Sara!!”

He rocked her from side to side as he gushed and gushed and gushed over his unsuspecting best friend. She didn’t mind it, really, and she loved being in his arms like this, but after a while it got to be too much even for her.

“Alright, alright! Enough of the sap.”

He released her and used the back of his shirt sleeve to wipe his eyes. She hadn’t noticed he was crying until then, but fortunately it seemed like it was the last of his tears.

“Do you feel better now?” she asked, sneakily worming her hand into his.

“Yeah, loads!! But uh, you really didn’t have to cut your own hair, you know…”

“I know. I kinda dig it though. Maybe we’ll start a new trend.”

For a second, Joe looked like he was about to cry again, but his typical joyful expression soon returned. He squeezed Sara’s hand a little harder.

“You’re… really awesome. You know that?”

She smiled back at him

“Duh. Now enough moping around. Let’s go get takoyaki. I dunno if I’m up for another night of your mom’s cooking.”

He flashed her a toothy grin and bounded off the bed, ready to lead the way.

“You don’t have to ask me twice!!”

#yttd #your turn to die #joesara #tickling sort of #this more of a cute hurt/comfort than anything #i got the idea after watching Joe's fondness event in Your Turn to Shine!! #anyways i love them and ive decided to stan forever #lee!joe #ler!sara #ficlet

[devilbat]

Revenge of the Nerd

Accountant!Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: fluff, Mention of blood, mention of violence, mention of being assaulted, Possibly a small mention of vampires..oh mention of nerds. 

@drakesfiance requested 6, 15, 42 with Tom. Hope you like it.. also made it a bit of a holiday one shot..

6 "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

15 "Is that blood?" ".....No?"

42. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked."

            It was the day of the big company holiday party. You had helped plan for the night's festivities from the decorations down to the caterers. You hoped tonight would go well. As with all plans, things had there ups and downs like there were only a few of your coworkers willing to help you on a Saturday morning. Who really wanted to come into work on their day off, if it wasn't to party. Kate from marketing, Jim from IT And Tom from accounting, ended up being the only ones that came through for you. Kate was one of your friends who had helped you land your job. Sure it wasn't anything glamorous you work as the assistant to the woman that ran the company.

Jim was a bit of a jerk but did anything for you. He was a flirt and tried to get into anyone's pants. If he weren't an arrogant ass and a horn dog, he would be attractive. Then there was Tom; he was devilishly handsome, with his blondish red hair. A sharp jawline that always was graced with a five o'clock shadow. Piercing blue eyes that could steal your soul if you weren't careful. And a true Gentlemen, even with his rather shy demeanor, he always kept to himself. He never talked to anyone beside you. Though you thought it was because you were always down in accounting for your boss, it was his only reason why he spoke with you.

But you were happy he came to help, even if you were the one to wrangle him into it. The batting of your eyes and the pouting of your lips. Pleading for him to help. Though he told you he wasn't going to make any promises. You were giddy when he was the first one waiting for you in the banquet, the room the posh hotel. It had surprised you to see him out of his typical button-down shirts, pocket protector, thick rim glasses, and blue trousers. It was a beautiful sight to see him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not that him being a suit wasn't at all lovely.

You were on the ladder hanging Mistletoe up, well maybe you could get try and get the mysterious man that was Tom under it. You couldn't help but think of him all the time. You practically daydreamed about him at work and the unbelievable, not safe for work thing you wanted to do to him. Your mind wandered while on the ladder when you saw him reach up, his arm extended, hanging garland on the top of the door his shirt riding up, giving you a glimpse of pale skin and a bit of a very happy, happy tail. Making you lick your lips, and before you knew it, you found yourself tumbling off the ladder. Shielding yourself from hitting the ground, it never came. In fact, you never once felt that hard hit of the floor greeting your body. Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of Tom.

"Are you all right?" His velvet-smooth accent rang through your ears. Making you gasp every time he spoke. His grasp was tightly holding onto you. Your cheek pressed into his chest. That fact you were this close to him, that what you felt pressed against you was solid lean rock. His sent was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Like warm spice on a cold night, with hints of coffee from this morning and something earthy like being in the Forest after the first rainfall.

"Um, y-yeah." You stammered, Tom slowly set you down. His arm still wrapped around your midsection. "How did you get to me so fast?"

"Eheheh, quick reflexes." he shrugged his lips pulled into a small. As he moved his arm from you once your feet were stable. "You should be more careful. I wouldn't want you to get hurt on the day of your party."

"Yeah." You shyly agreed, wishing you weren't so flabbergasted around this man.

----

You worried your bottom lip as you arrived at the party that night. You hoped Tom would show, he never came to any of the company events. You had told him after everyone left that you wished to see him there. The dress you chose was a beautiful form-fitting sequin blue coming down mid-thigh, sparkling black tights molded to your legs like a second skin. Though when you had to rush toward the build regretting the fact you didn't grab a coat and something longer. But then again, you didn't think you would have had to walk far either. Oh, first world problems when you're running late. You heel-clicked along as you made it to the elevator shivering.

You could hear the party was in full swing before the doors even opened. Smiling to yourself when you walked in. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. You found your boss and her wife talking with a few of the board members.

"Ah, there she is, y/n." Your boss called you over. Pulling you to her side when you reached them. "This girl is the one responsible for pulling this all together." Your boss praised you, making you blush. "Y/n, this is Stan, my father's former partner.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." You hummed, shanking the older gentleman's hand.

"You young lady have been doing a wonder here." Stan acknowledged. ”Keeping this one on time. She was always late, even to her own wedding." He grins wide, and your boss scoffed. Her wife, Chanel, only nodded in agreement.

"Anyways, y/n darling, you remember my wife, Chanel." Turning your attention back to your boss. As Chanel gave you a tight hug.

"Of course." You smile, forgetting she was a hugger. And always bubbly but a sweet person.

"And where’s your date, dear?" Chanel beamed before releasing you.

"Um, I um." You stammered. You didn't think you would be asked this question. Everyone, even Stan, looked at you. You felt like a bunny in a wolf's den. Not until you felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You yelped about to kick whoever it was until they spoke.

             "Sorry I'm late, darling. Trying to finding parking was atrocious." Tom's smooth voice spoke up. And you were once more engulfed in that earthy spice. Tom's tall frame leaned in, pressing a light kiss on top of your head. "Fallow, my lead love." He whispered into your ear. You tried to keep yourself calm. Your heart rate speeds up, ready to burst any second. You watched everyone reaction Chanel squealed, clapping her hands together.

          "That's my boy." Stan seemed to smirk, patting Tom on the shoulder. Your boss, on the other hand, just raised her eyebrow at Tom. Her face set, not wavering as she looked at him.

          "Eheh, now if you would Excuse us, this one owes me a dance." Tom cooed as his hand moved to the small of your back ushering you away.

           "Um, What was that all about?" You inquired, looking up at the man, taking a good look at him. He was in a stunningly fitted tuxedo, black bowtie tied tightly around his neck. His blue eyes, the ones that usually hide behind thick frames, where freed from them. His sharp jaw cleaned from stubble. Your jaw may have hit the floor.

          "You looked like you desired a way out." He chuckled as he moved you with the rhythm of the music.

         "And what am I to say to my boss Monday when this fairytale ends cinderella?" You quipped. Not once did you notice where he was leading you to as he glided across the dance floor. Tom's slender fingers hooked under your chin, making you look up. His lips brushed against yours far too quickly for you to really register.

"You planned that, didn't you." Your eyes widened when you spotted the mistletoe hanging above your head, the same one you almost fell from.

"Hey, I might turn into a pumpkin at midnight, so I might as well take this as the perfect opportunity." He smirked.

"Are you flirting with me?" You looked into those blue eyes of his.

  "You finally noticed?" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He's shy, quiet, and nerdy demeanor was rather adorable.

---

The night went on, staying close to your "date." Tom insisted on walking you to your car, fresh snow dusted the ground. Tom had insisted that you wear his coat.

That’s when it all happened all to fast. The guy came out of know where grabbing you out of Tom's arms. You screamed, trying to fight him off of you as he pulled you into the ally. The other guy making sure Tom wouldn't follow, hit Tom in the head with a blunt object. The other man followed the one that held you tightly. Once he reached you, his hand grabbed ahold of your jaw harshly.

"Stop your screaming, and you might make it out of this without much more than a good fuck." The man snarled. Tears streamed down your face as you called once more for Tom. Unfortunately, giving you a sharp smack across the face. "I said shut up, you ungrateful whore."

Before he could do anything further, he was ripped from you and tossed at a high rate of speed. The man holding you by the throat growled. Pushing you to the floor as he attacked your savior. Both men that attacked you came at the new man. You watch in horror. Soon you recognized who stepped in to save you.

"Tom, watch out." You screamed as the other man came behind him. "No!" shrieking when Tom's assailant impaled Tom with the object in his hands.

The growling of a wild wounded animal came deep from Tom, making you jump. Tom turned around his eye, growling a snarl along his lips, showing two long sharp canines. Your eyes widened in horror. Tom ripped the man apart. The other man didn't get very far before Tom tore into him, drinking from his throat. Tom turned towards you, approaching you with caution.

"Darling are, are you all right?" He choked out, unsure what your reaction would be. You should be scared fleeing for your life. But somehow you knew he wouldn't hurt you. If he was, he would have done it by now, right?

"Is that blood?" You squeaked out, feeling a bit woozy. Tom quickly wiped the blood from his mouth.

  ".....No?" He smiled, shyly his fangs peeking out between his lips. His hand reached out for you. "I won't harm you." He tried to reassure you. Your shaking hand took his. "Are you hurt?" His eyes were scanning you for any injuries. His free hand brushed against your now lightly purple cheek. You winced, giving him his answer. He looked back at the men he slaughtered. Your eyes followed him. You gasped at the sight. Tom quickly turned you away.

"Tom?" he hummed in response, looking down at you. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked." You inquired. Tom stopped his mouth gaped.

          "I'm not what movies make us out to be. That and I’ve lived a very long life. I do believe it was when the middle ages were Popular. Before Vlad, the Impaler. Before." Tom shrugged like it was nothing.

         "Okay, okay, I get it your as old as a dinosaur!" You teased.

         "Hey, now I'm not that old." Tom huffed.

          "You're really do have this whole Clark Kent thing going on. But I got to ask, why did you stop caring about fashion in like 1980? You have this poindexter, revenge of the nerd's thing going on at work."

            "Hey, now I liked that movie." Tom grumbling. "I have to look inconspicuous, not every day you look as good as I do at six hundred years."

           "Okay, Yoda. So like why are you. I'm-you know." You started nervously playing with the hem of Tom's coat.

           "Why what?" Tom smiled. You were rather cute when you were nervous.

            "Taking an interest in me. It's not like I'm a Secret vampire during the night and mild-mannered accountant during the day! Why, accountant?" You started Squirreling on him again, going from one subject to the next.

        “Slow down, darling. How about this, I'll tell you everything at dinner tomorrow night?" He suggested.

           "I'm not on the menu, right?" Quickly looking up at him.

            “As tantalizing of a morsel, that you are. No, well, not in the way you're thinking, at least." Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

          "Oh my God, perv." You smack Tom in the chest playfully.

           "Come on, let's get you home." he pulled you into his side. Heading back the direction you were going.

           ”Do I have to invite you in? Wait, what about the sun? Cause I mean, you do have a day job. Oh, and crosses? Garlic?" You chattered on. You heard Tom groan.

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[amenomiko]

Ah, My Dear Daughter...

Him and his beloved daughter.

Nobunaga - "Papa, please groom me!"

Obviously it's a first time for him to do it but since his wife is not around, well, he will just do it then.

He randomly put some powder here, a bit of lipstick there, and some eyeshadow here.

Of course, it's MC's make up items that she brought from the future for the first time.

Her daughter is excited and couldn't wait for her mother to come home from her visit in town and so the father is her only hope.

He grinned and nod confidently to himself. "Ooooh what a masterpiece."

She beamed. "Really??" Then she took a mirror and her smile immediately disappear. She sees nothing but a thick white powder, plump lipstick all over her lips, purple eyeshadow and smudge eyeliner on her eyes. Not to mention the HUGE, ROUND blush on her cheeks.

Even Geisha wouldn't make up like this.

She pointed at her face. "This?"

He nodded. "Yes." His smug is still there.

"This? Masterpiece?" She glared.

"Oh yes, not even your mother could win over your beauty. Hmh."

MC went pale at the doorway, and the rustling sound of fallen fabric took both of their attention.

Hideyoshi - No..! It's Dangerous!

Hideyoshi has just finished with the war council, now on his way back to his chamber.

Then he paused, he smells something delicious where it came from the kitchen.

He could hear voices not too far from the place he were standing. It was Masamune and.. A woman's voice? It must be one of the maids--

"What are you doing??"

His daughter jumped. "F-father..! Don't just appear out of no where like that..!"

His eyes wheeled from the hot pot, to grinning Masamune, and to his daughter, and the KNIFE IN HER HAND???

"Wh- what is that thing you are holding now??"

"F-father, obviously this is a knife--"

"It's dangerous! Masamune, stop laughing..!"

"Oh please, Hideyoshi. Your daughter is the one who insist to learn on how to cook from me, and besides, she is very good in handling knives so you don't have to--"

He immediately take the knife away from her. "Don't cut it..! Let me do it!"

"Oh come on, father, I've been doing it all the time when I help mother in the kitchen..!"

"That won't convince me. What if you cut your finger and the bacteria spread all over your body and your face gets swollen??"

His daughter smack her forehead to his overly concerned nonsense while Masamune is laughing so much at this, until his cheeks is cramping.

"Ah, just let your father be. There's always next time--" Hideyoshi glared to the carrots in front of him, "There will be no next time..!"

Masamune shrugged. "Alright, alright, just relax, Hideyoshi. Hey..!" He poke Hideyoshi's butt cheek lightly.

Hideyoshi: Ah--

He cut his finger.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH OAO!!"

"KYAAAAA QAQQQ!!!"

Masamune: Oh f-- I'm screwed (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Masamune - Daddy, I have a boyfriend!

CLATTER.

MC went "Oh my." to the tea cup that just fell from her husband's grip.

"You-- what??"

He rushed to his daughter, gripping her on the sides of her arms.

Please, please, please, anything but that! God, let him misheard it, she didn't say that she--

"I have a boyfriend Daddy!! His name is Kei and he is sooo handsome!! Ehehehe I'm so happy (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)!!" His daughter, who is barely 6, said it happily and cup her cheeks giddily.

"What- b-b-b..!" Colors has left his body.

MC have to do something before her husband faint. "Anata, it's just a crush among the kids, oh you know, it's just the sweet things between children when they were small-"

"Never underestimate childhood love, my wife." He is all serious now. "This kind of thing must NOT be taken LIGHTLY!" He clenched his fists.

"Ah, no.. Anata-"

"How dare that brat..! He really got the guts to get the heart of my baby kitten..!"

"Anata.. Hello.. Can you hear me ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ?"

"This can't do!! There is no other HANDSOME PERSON in this world other than ME \(UAO)/!!

"Is that the main problem here ((((;゜Д゜)))??"

Ieyasu - What are you wearing?

Ieyasu's daughter likes to create a new kind of fashion, a habit that she pick up from her mother.

Not that Ieyasu mind about it.

But he DO mind when the daughter wears it.

For example, she created a new fashion for female ninja like the ones she ever saw in those animation (source: Her Uncle Sasuke OBVIOUSLY) of which the ninjas wear a short yukata where the length reached until their upper knees.

She was so happy with her creation. Twirling herself in front of the mirror, giggling happily whenever she brushed her fingers among the fabric itself.

Ieyasu simply look up from his documents, and goes "Hn." When his daughter showed him the yukata. (MC pursed her lips from holding back her laughter, knowing how contrary her husband's "Hn" is).

Until she said "Okay! Since Uncle Sasuke is around the town I'm going to--"

He raised one of his eyebrows. "..And where do you think you are going?" His tone is grim.

"Well, it's to show Uncle Sasuke this yuka-"

"NO ONE is going out of the town with THAT kind of yukata."

"A-Anata.."

"But-"

"What are you displaying? There's NOTHING to show today or NEVER."

"But I'm not--"

"No BUT'S, nothing, end of conversation."

"Ughhh!!" She stomped her feet, "FATHER YOU- YOU-..!"

He raised another of his eyebrow. "I'm what? Now go and feed the fish at the pond. Go elsewhere but the town." He glared.

Now she is pouting, trembling with anger. "FATHER YOU-- YELLOW WIRE BRUSH (/QAQ)/!!"

"Ah.. And there she goes. Looks like you've earned a new name this week hm? What was it last time? Scrubber for toile-"

"....Stop." He continued to read his documents with (-"-;) face.

Mitsunari - Nabe.

Mitsunari loved his daughter more than anything in this world. She is his angel, his blessings, his gift from God, the flower to his life. Until..

"Father, this is my fiancee, ____! Hehehe he just proposed to me yesterday..!"

She brought her fiancee to meet her parents.

MC was shocked by it, but she was happy. Yet, she is worried for her husband. It might be a big impact for him as his face is still frozen the moment both of them stepped into the room.

Her daughter's fiancee bowed to MC, and when he bowed to Mitsunari, the tactitian still has no any expression on his face.

When suddenly a smile curved on his lips. "Ah, ____. Welcome. Perfect timing of you to come today. We are having Nabe for our dinner."

MC breathe a sigh of relief, but somehow she is still worried because..

Mitsunari's smile didn't reach up to his eyes.

They sat at each other's places, and his "smile" is still there.

"Wow..! We are having meat for tonight?" His daughter cheered. "Yay! Is it from Kobe? Really, Mother?? Yay!!" She turned to her fiancee, "Isn't it great?"

Her fiancee chuckled, "Hahaha you are so cute."

Somehow MC noticed that there's a slight twitch to Mitsunari's smile.

"Oh, allow me to serve you, My Lord." Her fiancee about to take the meat to place on Mitsunari's bowl when he cut his words with "It's alright. You are a guest here. Let me do it."

"Ah, but I insist--"

With the same smile on his face, Mitsunari put a vegetable on the man's bowl of rice instead.

"O-oh, thank you--"

And another. And again, and again,...and again. Until his bowl is FULL of vegetable, while some of it fell of from the bowl itself.

"Uhm-- My Lo-"

Mitsunari gasped softly. "Ohh..! I'm so sorry."

"N-no..! It's alright--"

"It seems to be lacking of more vegetables! Here you go..!" He take the raw vegetables plate and POUR all of it in front of the man.

"F-father / Anata...!" MC and her daughter said in unison.

"Young man has to eat a lot of vegetables don't you think?" His violet eyes darkened. "Hm?"

"Y-y-y-y-yes..!"

Silent anger is more scary than anything indeed.

Mitsuhide - It was an accident!

It took a while for his daughter to convince her father to meet her boyfriend.

Well.. "Boyfriend" because the condition of this meeting is that..

Mitsuhide will decide if the boyfriend is worthy enough to be called as her fiancee.

...And he only agrees because MC is the one who persuade him to do so.

"Anata, it's about time. Come on."

He smiled. "Another one scroll for me to read, my beloved wife."

"..You said the same thing few minutes ago."

Meanwhile, Mitsuhide's daughter and her boyfriend be like:

"I can do this, I can do this,...*takes a deep breath* I can. Do. This." Her boyfriend tremble in fear, his nails dig into his knees.

"I'm so sorry ____. My father is very stubborn." She sighed. "But first, let's have a drink. Just a little bit. Okay?"

"A-a-a-alright..!" He's about to stand when his knees gives in from his nervousness, as well as the cramp from sitting too long in a same position. "WAH (/OAO)/!""Kya- OAO..!" *BAM*

Where at the same time, few seconds ago, MC has been pushing her husband to walk towards the hall, "Unnf come on already! Anata..!"

"I'm just testing his patience, my little mouse, I want to see how long he can-"

A clattering sound startled both of them. "..Anata..?" She started. "It came from the hall..! Is it the enemy??"

"..Stay here." Mitsuhide immediately run towards the meeting hall, slamming the shoji screen open "____..!"

"Ah-""Uh-"

..Only to found his daughter's boyfriend is on top of her and she's at he bottom of him.

MC catch up to her husband since she found him frozen at the doorway "Anata..? What's wro-" She gasped. "Oh my-" Then a low chuckle together with a sound of "click" took her attention. "..Oh no."

"F-F-FATHER! WE CAN- I CAN EXPLAIN..!"

"YES MY LORD, IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!"

"Stop breathing starting from now." He grinned creepily, his eyes gleaming with the eye of a killer.

The very same day, their castle is full with the sound of firing gun and a girlish scream.

Kenshin - Daddy, when I grow up..

"I want to marry Uncle Sasuke..!"

His sake cup paused mid-air the moment his beloved daughter suddenly announce her fantasy dream in the middle of tea time.

"Oho? Well, well, isn't this interesting?" Shingen grinned. "What do you say, Sasuke?"

Sasuke, who has been playing with his Lord's 6 years old daughter were surprised at it but it doesn't last long as he knew that it is just a part of kid's usual thing to say.

Especially when he is indeed the closest Uncle for her since she was small where at times he had helped with baby sitting the girl whenever Kenshin is busy or MC is busy tending to their youngest son.

She loved her other uncles too but Sasuke is always her favorite. Therefore this kind of thing is not really surprising. It's something to be expected of because at times the daughter would always say "I love you..!" cutely to her ninja Uncle.

Despite this.. Sasuke still choose to tease his Lord. And MC knew about it yet choose not to spoil the fun of watching her husband's interesting reaction.

Because Kenshin is still not giving any respond to his daughter's words.

"Anata? Are you alright?" She breaks the silence, holding back her laughter.

"....."

"Well if I am still available by then, yes, let's get married." Sasuke added with the most stoic face ever. As usual. Then he continued with "So, I will have your blessings to have your daughter by then." He bowed.

Shingen snorted and immediately covered his mouth.

"Hmm but this could be a problem."

MC feign a serious expression. "Why, Sasuke?"

"If I marry Kenshin-sama's daughter now, it could be a crime. You know, it's like marrying a loli. Hm.." He nods. "MC. I will take responsibility."

She nodded as well, pursing her lips, she pull out an 'invisible phone' and make a 'call', "Hello police? There's a criminal here."

Yukimura: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ... These two are at it again.

Kenshin, after a few minutes: ...Fine.

MC: HE APPROVED--

Sasuke's own eyes widened. "He approved- oh. Uhm.. Kenshin-sama, my apologies, I was just teasing you."

His Lord frown, followed by a sigh. "You are complicated sometimes." He sip his sake, "You are my ninja and so I trusted you more than any other vassal. What else other than approval would you want?"

"Anata.. That's not the case here." MC, currently stuck in between a surprise or wanted to laugh so bad from her husband's interesting reaction.

Shingen couldn't take it anymore and laugh out loud until he coughed all the dango from his mouth, and were nagged by Yukimura for imitating a hamster.

Shingen - Just WHAT are you wearing??

Everytime MC and her husband travel through time, their daughter will take this chance to hang out with her modern era friends.

One thing about MC's only daughter is that, she is fashionable and is into fashion designs like her mother. Therefore, mostly her wardrobe will be full with her own designs.

Except.. It can be kind of revealing. Unlike Ieyasu's reaction to his daughter when she wear something "revealing", Shingen's will be dramatic.

So there's one time where they had to attend an event to celebrate Sasuke's new invention and the warlords, especially MC and Shingen were invited.

"Oh Anata, I will get back to you to help for your necktie, give me a few minutes alright?" MC resumes her make up before calling for her daughter who is still in her room, "Honey, we are going soon, won't you be late for your outing with your friends?"

After a good 10 minutes she comes out from her room with a crop top and a skirt. "I'm ready~ how do I look, mother?" She beamed.

MC opens her mouth and close it back with a smile. "Yes, it was cute. How about you show it to your father as well? Oh, could you help with his necktie? You know how much your father is not used to it yet." She winked.

"Okie dokie~" She hops to her father, who is still focusing to adjust his necktie, "Father let me help you with that..!"

"Ah, Thank you my beloved ange--AHH OAO!"

She gasped. "What..? What's wrong?"

"Y-you-.. What do you think you are wearing??"

"Oh dear, you scared me, father..!" She huffed and roll her eyes.

"I scared you? Excuse me-- why is it so short??"

"Please, father..! It's the fashion here..!" She's about to turn around and her father were startled once more "AHH OAO!!"

"What now, Father??"

"T-that..! What is that??" He pointed to her bare back.

"Oh it's the latest trend," She whispered, "It's 'backless'."

"Backless- what- MC..! Come here..! Your daughter is--"

"Goodbye~~~ see you tonight Mother~~"

"MC- WAIT- MY ANGEL IS-"

She shushed him. "How about I wear it?"

"Ah, that would be nice-- wait- OAO!"

Yukimura - Sneaky Little Girl

Yukimura had made a rule within himself even before MC is pregnant,

That he will treat his children equally.

Boys or girls, there will be no difference. There will be no special treatment.

"Papa..! I want that." His son said as he pointed to a fabric doll of a bear.

"We have it at the castle."

"But Uncle Shingen is not a doll!" He pouted to his father, while MC snorted "What are you, Anata? Asian mom wannabe?"

"What- what do you mean- no, ___ I won't get you that doll- Hey MC don't buy that for him ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨..!"

His sleeves were tugged gently. "...Papa."

Yukimura's face immediately changed from ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨ to (ू•ᴗ•ू❁) with "Yesss?"

Both MC and their son: ಠ_ಠ....

"I want that." She pointed at the sweets shop.

"Ahh, you want the chestnut bun? Or the dango? Or the mochi? Or-"

MC coughed. "Anata."

He immediately turn back to "normal". "Uhh. No, can't do. You will get a bad stomach ache. And a cavit-" He froze to his daughter's teary eyes. "..ties.. You will get cavities..! D-don't show that face to me. D-"

"...." She is tugging on her mother's yukata now,..with the same teary eyed look.

"No, you won't convince me otherwise no matter what. You won't--"

"Papa.. You are so evil.." She rub her tears with her small arms. "I just want one of it.. Y-you even bully big brother for not buying him the toy.." She sniffed into her mother's thighs. "Awww honey. I will get it for you okay?""No..! Papa has promised us..! Unn I hate Papa (PД`q｡)!!"

"GAHHHH FINE ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!!"

The moment Yukimura goes off to buy those things that his children wanted, he didn't know the two of them (which include his own wife) shows "thumbs up" and a high-5 with one another behind his back.

Sasuke - I want to learn to use..

"A sword."

He paused from drawing glasses on his wood block. "Come again?"

His daughter, age of 6, pursed her lips, clenching on her knees and repeat it again, "I want to learn on how to use a sword."

It has always been a dream of his, to make a 'Ninja Squad' with his children. But the moment he got a daughter after 2 sons, he find himself go against the idea. Practically, his daughter is his princess and a princess that must be protected all the time.

"It's nice, but it's still dangerous for you right now." His first born, who has his personality answered in his father's place.

"Agreed. Even if you are learning it now, we won't allow you to use it right away." His second child added.

She pouted, turning to her mother for help, but she only smiled at her daughter. "Your second brother already answer for me, honey." -"This is not fair..!"

Sasuke tried to look away from seeing her upcoming tears, and to make it worse, she scoffed at him with "Fine! I will ask Uncle Kenshin then!"

"Anything but that- alright, I will teach you on how to use ninja bombs then..!"

"Hmph! Ninja bombs is lame!!" She shouted and stomp away angrily.

It's like a lightning struck to Sasuke and his sons : ฅ(๑⊙д⊙๑)ฅ!!

MC: My my (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku Mitsunari #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku sasuke #daughter #ikesen

[imaginary-portal]

Invasion

Tom Hiddleston x Feminine Reader

Warning: sexual content, bondage, like MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY PLEASE

Masterlist

This one is much longer than stuff I usually write.

Enjoy :)))

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You sighed as you flipped through another stack of papers, your nondominant hand massaging your forehead. You’re a lawyer, and as much as you enjoy reading paperwork, it gets convoluted sometimes and stresses you out. You’re currently reading a contract, has something to do with a man by the name of Tom Hiddleston and a movie production. Before you could pour your coffee, your boss handed you a large stack of papers along with a package of highlighters and sticky notes (lord knows those will run out quick). It was interesting to learn how Disney forms its contracts, as well as all the legal loopholes that this contract allows them to make. It took you a week of constant reading to finally understand all of the jargon. Every time you saw something that might be of interest, you noted it, and made a list of concerns for the client, Mr. Hiddleston. Little did you know, you would be meeting with him today to voice those concerns to him. Your boss entered the room and you stood up from your chair. She escorted him in and introduced the two of you. You took in his wonderful presence. His full beard, long blonde hair, fresh blue eyes, glasses that make him look intellectual, a nice suit that fits his form perfectly. Ah gosh, his form, his lean and muscular fit. You stopped yourself from thinking any further. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.” You shook his firm hand. “Nice to meet you as well Mr. Hiddleston.” He smiled charmingly and you smiled back. Your boss left the room and closed your office door. “Take a seat. I’ve got lots to cover with you today, and I know your time must be precious.” You both sit down. You motion to the big stack of papers. Tom’s eyes go wide. “Now, I’ve marked down every little thing in these papers that might be a concern to you. But I’ve sorted all of them from high priority to low priority. I suggest that if something is a high priority, that you and your lawyer meet with Disney’s lawyers to negotiate that.” Tom nods and adjusts his glasses with his middle finger and thumb. Damn that was hot. You try to shake the thought away. He’s focused on the task at hand. Why can’t you be? You always keep steady professionalism amongst clients. You continue on for an hour, reading him the list of clauses and loopholes in the contract. And he continues on, doing normal things that appear attractive to you. He played with his beard as he listened to you read. It made you want to feel his beard scratch against your skin. He stared off into the distance as he proposed thoughtful answers to your questions. Every once and a while he would straighten out his suit and his posture. After one of your side comments to the contract Tom laughed “ehehehe.” You smiled because you like his laugh. Little to your knowledge, you were doing a few things Tom found attractive as well. Your pantsuit fitting your form perfectly. Your hands fidget with the highlighter and your fingers rubb the top corner of the paper. It made him wonder how your hands would caress his body. How you bit your index finger when you were perplexed with thought. It made him want you to bite his lip, and other places. The way you glanced up from your desk to make eye contact with him while reading. How you tucked your hair behind your ear. The way you slightly licked your lip before beginning to read a long passage. The way your eyes glistened when you heard his laugh. But, he acts for a living so he’s obviously better at hiding his attraction.

“I think we’ve reached a good stopping point for today, Mr. Hiddleston.” You said, feeling a longing inside. “I will fax these annotated papers to your lawyer. It might take an entire shift to do it though.” Tom laughs at your joke as you put the papers back in a neat stack. “It was a pleasure working with you Ms. Y/L/N.” Tom reaches his hand out towards you and you shake it. “And you Mr. Hiddleston.” You both smile at each other. You get out of your seats and walk towards the office door. You grabbed your coffee mug so you could go refill it in the break room. He walks in front of you, he puts his hand on the door handle, but hesitates before opening it. He turns around to look at you. “I have one last question Ms. Y/L/N.” You nod. “Okay. What is it?” You hold the mug handle with one hand and cup the bottom with another. “Why didn’t my lawyer just read the contract for me? Don’t get me wrong, darling you’re a fantastic lawyer, but why isn’t he doing his job?” You smiled at his compliment and how he called you darling. “He was busy, I suppose. My boss just tasked me with reading your contract with no explanation.” Tom nods. “Interesting. I’ll be back tomorrow if you want to go over some more of this.” He motions to the papers. “Yeah absolutely.” He smiles at you before opening the door to your office and walking out. You follow behind and part your ways. You watch him walk out the door to the firm, as well as the trail of eyes following Tom as he walked. He is quite the stunning man.

The next day, you met with a client quickly before Tom showed up. He knocked at your open door with the knuckle of his index finger. “Come in.” You said without looking up. “Good morning Ms. Y/L/N.” Tom said as he entered, closing the door behind him. “Ah, Mr. Hiddleston. Very nice to see you again.” His appearance was breath taking. He looked so sophisticated and handsome in his new suit. You stood up and shook his hand. “Now let’s get down to business, shall we?” After a while of talking lawyer stuff, you both got bored. “Want to take a coffee break?” You offer. “Ah yes that would be lovely, darling.” You both walk out of the office and into the break room. “You’re technically not allowed in here, but I’ll allow it.” Tom laughs. “Do you have the authority to allow it?” You chuckle. “No.” You both laugh. You brew some coffee and it takes a while, so you both chat while you wait. You ask him a few questions about what it’s like being a movie star, and he asks you about being a lawyer. You talk a little bit about your hobbies too, and that’s when the coffee finished brewing. You pour each other a steaming cup and walked back to your office. Tom enters forst, and you closed the door. “Ready to get back into it?” You ask. “Yeah, about that, what if we didn’t?” You look at him, confusion written on your face. “What do you mean, Mr. Hiddleston?” Tom looks around, but you weren’t sure why. “I mean I like talking with you, about stuff that makes my brain hurt less.” You laugh. “Me as well, but that’s not what I’m being paid for.” Tom smiles. “Touche.” You walk back to your desk and take a seat. Tom sits down also. “I guess no one will know if we chatted for a little while.” Tom smiled with delight. “But that means we actually have to get work done one of these days.” Tom agreed to your deal and you both got to chatting immediately. You realized you both had a lot in common, despite your different professions. You had the same sense of humor, hobbies, interests, and world views. It was refreshing to socialize outside of work. Tom complimented you a few times, and it made you blush. The way he talked, how he got so focused and his words were slow and thoughtful, yet he had a quick wit at the same time. You had the most fun time in a long time. You were glad you gave into his charm. It became time for your appointment to end and you walked with Tom towards your office door. “Unfortunately, our time is up, Mr. Hiddleston. It was a pleasure.” You reach out your hand to shake his. “Indeed it was. I won’t be back here until next week, but um- perhaps I could get your number so we can chat until then?” You smile. “I don’t know if it is professional to give my personal number to a client. But I guess I can make an exception.” You pull your phone out of the pocket of the pantsuit that fits you so well. Tom took this as a window of opportunity to give you a quick once over. You hand him your phone so he could put in his number. You step closer to him. “Don’t tell my boss.” You whispered. Tom looks up at you, smiles, and winks. You felt like your legs might melt into ooze. He handed you back your phone and his fingertips brushed slightly over yours. Tom takes a step closer, invading your personal space. You both smile at each other. “I’ll be expecting your text, Y/N.” He says your first name for the first time. “Goodbye.” You say as he opens the door. “Goodbye.” He replies.

A week was a long wait, but at least you got to text him a few times.

You: Hello this is Y/N.

Tom: Hello Y/N. This is Tom. How are you today?

You: Ah same old same old. How about you?

Tom: Same. And I can’t see you :(

You: I know. The office is soooo boring. Our chat is the most entertaining thing that happened this month.

Tom: Well, maybe next time I visit we can make things a little more interesting.

You: How do you propose we do that?

Tom: You’ll see ;)

Underneath the intellectual glasses is quite the cheeky flirt. You were left intruiged for the rest of the week as to what Tom had in mind. When the time for his appointment finally arrived, you tried to get right down to business. “Good morning Mr. Hiddleston.” You reach out to shake his hand. “Good morning Y/N. You know you can call me Tom, right?” He closes the door. “Sorry. Force of habit. Today’s our last meeting. Now we have to do some catching up because-“ Tom interrupts you. “We lost a week of getting to know each other, I agree.” You shake your head. “I meant because we didn’t do any work at our last meeting.” Tom rolled his eyes. He walked closer to your desk. “You faxed these papers to my lawyer, right?” He touches the stack of papers on your desk. You walk towards your desk. “Yeah, but-“ Tom remained hovering over your desk. “So he’ll figure it out. Relax, Y/N. We have some catching up to do.” He turns around at you, and notices something different about you. “What is it?” He asks, placing his hands on your shoulders. You felt tingles from his touch. “I’m just not in the mood for getting fired today, is all.” Tom laughed. “You won’t get fired. Because no one will know.” He takes his hands off your shoulders, walks to the office door and locks it. “I don’t know Tom. This contract is important for your career.” You lean against the desk, so you’re half sitting on it. “I told you. My lawyer will take care of it.” Tom sits on the chair in front of you. You sigh because of his irresistibility. “Fine. What would you like to do for the next hour?” You ask. Tom plays with his beard as he thinks. “We can chat.” He says simply with a smile. So the two of you chat about your likes and dislikes, pasts and futures, which made the hour go by quick. Your watch beeps. “Oop. Looks like our time is up, Mr. Hiddleston.” You return to your professional disposition. You both stand up and start walking towards the door. Tom stops in front of you, making you stop too. He turns around to face you and invades your personal space. “It’s a shame. I was having a good time.” You could see his blue eyes glimmer from up close. Your breaths got shallower as his presence hovered over yours. You swallow your nervousness. You pout. “Me too.” Tom nods. “Keep in touch, yeah?” You nod. “Will do.” Tom smiles and turns around and opens the door. “Goodbye.” He looks at you one last time. “Bye.” You say. You wished that you had more meetings with him so that this wouldn’t have to be the last one. The two of you stayed in touch over text for about a week, and then you both faded out of each other’s lives. You thought about him every once in a while, how pleasant his voice sounded, and how attractive he looked in your office. How quickly he had a hold over you. He convinced you to do things that no one else could. How he chipped a crack in your professional wall.

Today is a normal day at the office, about one month after Tom last visited. You have your usual coffee, a meeting with a client at 11:00, and your lunch at noon. You finished typing up the report when you recieved a knock at your door. “Ms. Y/L/N, your 11:00 is here.” Your assistant says. “Ah Mr. Greenwood how are you?” You shake the elderly man’s hand. “I’m well darling, thank you.” When he said darling it reminded you of Tom for a short second, but you quickly shook the thought away. About halfway through your meeting, you see a familiar figure through your office window. You felt bad because Mr. Greenwood was talking but you weren’t paying attention. He wouldn’t know the difference anyway, he tends to ramble. You were astonished. It was Tom freaking Hiddleston talking to the service desk. “Excuse me Mr. Greenwood. The business outside is distracting me, I’m just going to close the windows. You can continue talking.” You get up from your seat and he starts talking again. You approach the window and hold the string to close the window shades. Tom looked so good, it made your heart pang with hurt. You see Tom make eye contact with you, give you a reactionary smile, and you immediately close the shades. You finished your meeting, but Tom’s presence distracted you. When Mr. Greenwood left, you grabbed your lunch and started walking towards the door. Tom beat you to it, though. He entered and blocked the doorway. “Y/N!” You look at him confused. “Tom? What are you doing here?” Tom steps further into the room and quietly closes the door. “Are you not excited to see me?” He asks. “No, I am, I just thought-“ Tom interrupts you. “I should have kept contact with you. I’ve been thinking of you a lot this month.” He takes a stride forward. He grabs your hand. “Would you like to catch up?” You smile and scoff. “You seem to come at the most inconvenient times. Always invading my workplace.” You pull your hand away and look down. “Let me just punch out for my lunch so my boss doesn’t get mad. Stay here.” You put your lunch down on the desk and leave. You take a few minutes to breathe in the break room and come back to your office, closing the door behind you. You twisted the lock. Tom was standing there, waiting, his hands in his pockets. You took in his form, recognized how good he looked in suits. He turned around you face you and you walked towards him. “I’m sorry for not contacting you before I came here-“ You interrupt him by pulling his tie to close the gap between you and engaging in a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands fell on your waist. You pull away, out of breath and shocked about what you had just done. “Mr. Hiddleston. You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You both smile and continue kissing. Tom adds some heat to the kiss by pulling your body closer to his and slipping his tongue in your mouth. You press his bicept to feel what you’ve been missing out on. You start walking forward, making Tom walk backwards until he is against the wall. Your lips momentarily depart. He runs a hand through your hair as you kiss down his neck. Tom lets out a shaky breath. “Ms. Y/L/N, getting very seductive, I see.” Tom says quietly and you smile against his skin. You press your hips even closer to him and he lets out a subtle moan. You reattach your lips to his and Tom squeezes your breast, which caused you to moan against his lips. Tom starts walking forward, pushing you back. You kept your lips connected as you moved across the room. Tom squeezed your butt along the way, making you giggle. You stopped when you were pressed against your desk. Luckily, it was pretty clean so you didn’t have to move stuff out of the way. Tom kept pushing you down and down until you lied on your back on the desk, your legs hanging off the edge. Tom hovered over you and kissed you from above, your tongues battling for dominance. His won, but you think it’s because he was above you.

Tom left kisses down your neck, and you told him not to leave a hickey, but you could feel that he definitely did. His crotch was pressed against yours, and you could feel yourself getting wet, and him getting hard. When your lips reconvened, you pushed yourself and Tom up from the desk. You were now sitting on the desk, kissing. Tom had his hands on your hips and you cupped his cheek with one hand, played with his hair with another hand. You gradually slowed down the kisses and pulled away. You both tried catching your breath, looked at each other, and laughed. You straightened his tie, and Tom grabbed your hand and left a kiss on it. You looked at your watch. “My break ends in five minutes.” You say, still out of breath. Tom smirks. “Well then, it’s five more minutes for us to kiss.” He says, kissing your lips. “Mmm. But I think we should use the five minutes to straighten ourselves out so no one knows what’s happened in here.” You say, placing your hands on his chest. “Fine.” He pecks your lips and backs away from the desk. You straighten out your pantsuit and fix your hair. You take your emergency foundation out of your desk to quickly cover up the hickey. Tom smiled with pride about that. “See? Aren’t you glad I suggested we freshen up?” Tom adjusts his coat. “Yeah good call.”

You kissed Tom one more time, as slow as possible, before you left to punch back in. When you came back, Tom was nowhere to be seen. But a note was left on your desk saying: Meet me at my hotel tonight. I will text you the address. -T.H. You laughed out loud when you read the note, and continued on to your work. When your shift finally ended, you went home to eat dinner and freshen up. You showered, changed into some more seductive clothing, and bought a bottle of wine from the liquor store. You didn’t bother to cover up your hickey, in fact, you admired it in the mirror for about five minutes after your shower. You drove to Tom’s hotel and arrived at 8:30 pm. You knocked on the door to the room number he gave you. There was a momentary pause before the door opened. “Ms. Y/L/N. Very nice to see you.” Tom opens the door wider. He hasn’t changed from the outfit he was wearing earlier. “Mr. Hiddleston, it’s my pleasure.” You say, entering the tidy room. Tom closes the door behind you and you put the bottle of wine on the nearest counter. You turn around and see Tom standing over you. You tug on his tie and smirk. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. The two of you picked up from where you left off. You started loosening his tie while taking off your shoes. Tom starts pulling your shirt over your head. You quickly break the warm kiss to pull off your shirt. Tom took off his tie. As you kissed more, Tom squeezed your breasts, which were held by a fancy bra. You worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Tom plopped his shirt on the ground and you started playing with the buckle on his pants. You pull off the belt and pull away from the kiss. You crouch down to your knees to pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his hard member. You look up at Tom and start giving him a hand job. When Tom’s moans escalate and you see cum starting to spill, you start sucking on his member. Tom cums in your mouth, and his moans fill up the hotel room. You stop sucking and pull his member out of your mouth. You stand up and kiss Tom on the lips so he can taste his cum. Tom plays with the waist of your pants and you grab his hands to help him pull them down. You step out of your pants and Tom says “jump so I can pick you up.” You do as he says and Tom holds you up with his arms under your thighs. You now get to kiss him from above and challenge him with your tongue. Of course, you win. Tom walks over to the bed and places you down gently. He pulls down your panties and puts them aside. He looks around to the floor and picks up his tie. “Want to be tied up?” He asks. “Sure.” You say and put your hands together. Tom ties your hands and puts your panties in your mouth. “Our safeword can be...” he looks around. “Shoe.” He smiles. He kisses your lips over the panties and leaves a trail of kisses down to your pussy.

He starts to play with your pussy, and then starts eating you out. Your moans built as his tongue circled around your clit. He then put two fingers inside you and fingered you. You were just about to reach your climax, when he suddenly stopped. You tried talking through your panties. “I’m sorry darling, what was that?” He takes the panties out of your mouth. “Hey, I didn’t do that to you!” Tom kissed your lips and you tasted the flavor of your salty juices. “It’s because I have more for you.” He kissed you some more. He untied your hands. “Now, should we use protection?” He asks. “No, we’ll be fine.” You say. You both reposition yourselfs on the bed and Tom slides himself in you. You moan and grip his arm. Tom starts thrusting, and then he goes harder and faster. You were in a fit of moans, and your hips thrusted to try and get his member to go deeper inside you. Finally, you both climaxed and held onto each other as you rode the high down. When you finished, he pulled out, kissed you on the lips, and plopped down beside you on the bed. He reached his arm over pull you closer to him. He kissed you on your forehead. You both layed in each others arms until you caught your breaths. You spent the rest of the night talking to each other, about anything and everything until you both fell asleep. In the morning, you woke up to the feeling of kisses on your shoulders. “Good morning, darling Y/N.”

#tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #fanfic #imagine #crush imagine #imagines

[smolnoms]

A Wolf’s Gotta Eat

I’m writing a story, didn’t think I’d make it to three chapters, but to celebrate doing so I’m putting up the first chapter. It’s my favorite, as it’s got all the good shit I like in it.

What’s In It?: Mouthplay, unwilling prey, animal-human hybrid giants and tinies, mouthplay, foodplay (of sorts? It’s with alcohol.) teasing at soft/fatal vore, and lastly, mouthplay.

Plot’s not super relevant, but to summarize; This world is one of animalistic tinies and giants. Think hybrids. The tinies used to live on lands far below, but due to famines and shit, they found a way to the top through the generations. However, they weren’t expecting the large dangers that lay above…

Character desc. for your convenience: P’veil is a black wolf hybrid, Juol a monkey hybrid, and Hugh is a lizard hybrid. The tiny gets described in ch. but is currently unnamed until later chapters.

Down the wet, empty streets came a dark figure. 

They were one of the many mutts found infesting the shadiest parts of a town so run down and run over, it was a miracle that it still stood. 

Hard working to all, loyal to a rare few...but honestly? That could be said of many.

No, truly, despite their reputation and the respect they held, they never let themself be anything more than another faceless grunt of the back alleys, selling questionable products at best, and morally horrific at worst. Sometimes, even they were a tad frazzled by some of the things that found their way into their little corner of the market, such as the severed leg of a wolf, one that so closely resembled their own…

But, hey! That wasn’t relevant right now. 

What they were really focused on now, was getting a drink.

“Hey, world to P’veil!”

A snapping finger inches from their face jerked them back to reality. Standing before them was a gruff, round man, sporting a grin sharpened with fangs, and a lower portion heavily drabbed in the scales of a reptile. He even sported a short, thick tail just beyond him, one with rounded edges and stained a dull green.

Another voice, higher than his, spoke up besides him. “You’ve been rather spacy tonight…”

P’veil turned to look at a female this time, one with a lengthy brown tail and wide, clawed brown furred feet and hands.

“D’aww, guys, there’s no need to worry about me, I’m just fine.” The entire line was delivered without the friendly mirth one might have expected, and yet, it was paired with a genuine smile, one that shot past them and out beyond the stretching street.

“Well, if that’s the case, then hurry your little furry butt!” Hugh, the reptilian man, barked out in laughter.

“Yes, let’s,” the other, Juol, agreed. As she passed by P’veil, she grinned cheerily, and gently dragged her dull claws across P’veil’s arm. They shivered, goosebumps trailing behind.

“Come on now, wolfy,” Juol cooed, and P’veil couldn’t help but continue alongside their two friends.

The three walked the abandoned streets, void of the rare few honest folk still left in this town. On occasion, pairs of glowing eyes would appear from deeper, untredded roads, either sitting still, or scurrying away as soon as they were noticed.

It did not trouble these three. Not at all.

Having let the silence stretch out long enough, P’veil piped up, curiosity making their voice softer than it ought to be. “I hear this bar is different than the rest.”

“Oh, it’s true! Tell them, Hugh,” Juol sing-songed.

The old man grinned playfully, and paused to sweep a hand outwards to a single building. It was an unusually long building, brown bricked and colorfully stained by sputtering neon sign that hung, crooked, above the entrance. The narrow steel door was not one that invited the pure or the weak to join in on the fun.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

P’veil found themself standing just in front of the door, brow raised and eyes flickering in appraisal. The only real thing that caught their gaze was the neon sign. 

Depicted in bright purple and yellow was a humanoid lioness. She was poised with a hand raised towards her mouth, and fingers wrapped around something. However, it didn’t appear to be a glass of wine...

Done loitering, P’veil finally placed a clawed hand on the cold door, and shoved it open.

“Right up to the front, now! To the bartop!” Hugh crowed, shuffling his overall straps higher before waddling over.

Juol merely hummed, and sauntered over with a toothy grin.

P’veil glanced around quickly. It was dark, with small lighting here and there that made it clear that it was deliberately dim. Numerous human-animal hybrid creatures were milling about, more or less quietly, all sectioned off into their little groups, and occasionally casting looks around at the others, just as P’veil was now doing. They stopped before they could make the mistake of making eye contact with someone, and went to join the other two.

Hugh and Juol sat siddled next to each other, and P’veil gravitated over to Hugh’s side, settling down on a plush, worn-red stool. Their pure black tail hung off the edge.

“I already took the liberty of ordering for you,” Hugh said. “For the joy of mystery!” he tacked on, to appease P’veil’s flash irritation.

“Oh, right, the secret,” they murmured. 

“Hmhmm! Oh, I just know you’ll love it! Perhaps, even more that Juol!”

“Impossible,” Juol smirked, eagerly awaiting her own drink with little bouncing motions.

Humming, P’veil settled further in their seat, softly tapping a sharp claw against the hard countertop. Hells, they were intrigued now. They supposed they could wait, just for a bit, for such an anticipation.

As they awaited their drink, they tried to guess at what the mystery was. First off, they relied on their best sense, and scented the air.

...Sweat and alcohol, expectedly. The heavy odor made them huff, though for a second, they detected something hiding just underneath. They licked their lips, and looked up at the menus that hung above the back of the bar.

And, as expected, it listed off all the drinks that were available, paired with the occasional image. 

Yet what was most curious about some of the drinks, from half the menus, were the strange words freshly painted next to them. Something about it sparked a familiar feeling from P’veil. They remembered that these things were very new, and a sudden popularity to the black market.

“Wait...are, is this-ow!” They sneered at Hugh, who had swatted them. “What was that for?”

“For cheating,” he smugly said. “Honestly, there’s no fun with you, I swear-”

Just then, the bartender returned. The three leaned forward on their seats, eagerly awaiting the reveal of their drinks. 

Not one to tease, the bartender (a hulking man with a snake’s head), swiftly slid a glass in front of each person. 

And P’veil...smiled...wide.

For, sitting right in the middle of their drink was a little, pink, amphibian, tiny humanoid.

And it was staring right up at them with scared, orange eyes.

“Oh Hugh! Ya really outdid yourself!” P’veil hollered, ribbing the man. He returned their laugh while dragging his own glass closer to himself. 

“I’m real glad you think so,” he rumbled, toying with his glass and his own prey that sat within. “Now, bon appetit!” 

“Yes.” They lifted up their glass in one swift motion. The pink axolotl-boy yelped and scrambled feebly for a hold as the glass began to tilt. “Bon appetit!”

The small hybrid cried out, his pleas ringing off the glass. “No!”s and “please!”s and “I don’t wanna die!” crashed and burned on their ears. 

The glass was emptied, and the prey tumbled into their mouth.

The rushing burn of alcohol was swallowed, and following it was the smooth, warm, struggling form of the small youth. Tiny hands feebly pushed out, brushing against their tongue, their teeth, and even smaller head nubs tickled the roof of their mouth. They simply sat there, feeling his squirming on their tongue, and relished in the euphoria of having something so small, so vulnerable, trapped within the heat of their mouth. After a moment sampling his taste, they teased their mouth open.

He gasped in a breath. Brown hair was matted, wet, to his forehead, along with his shorts, the only clothes to drape his body.

“Please, stop...I can’t…” he wheezed, already withering from the assault. He tried crawling outward, and they lifted him along with their tongue, watching amusedly as a tiny arm reached out into the open air.

And gently, ever so gently, they brought their tongue back in, and closed their fangs down on the arm.

He took in a sharp breath. They felt his body go impossibly still inside their mouth. In the silence, they felt his tiny heart hammering away inside his tiny rib cage, shuddering along at a mile a minute.

And then, with a rumbling laugh, their sharp maw opened once more. Their hands fished inside their teeth and removed the drenched, tiny body, and let him hover right in front of their face.

He stared back with impossibly wide eyes.

“Oh, yes,” they purred. A long tongue slid out and lapped up the sides of his body, taking extra pleasure as his tiny hands and feet pushed out in retaliation. “I do believe I will be coming here more often, eheheh. Now, shall we get this show on the road?” they asked. For some reason they couldn’t discern, a small spark lit up in their prey’s eyes, but they ignored it, preparing to slurp him up again. 

“Wait!” he cried, much louder than ever before. They ignored him, and decided to start with that tail of his. Licking a long stripe up its back, they opened up just enough to suck it in.

“I remember! I-she was- there was-!”

Two tiny legs kicked out as they opened up for those too, slipping them in and along their tongue without a second thought. They kicked and clawed, but found no hold along the slick muscle.

“Her name, it, it was-“

In came the torso. They felt his abdomen contract and wobble with his words, and small hands grasped desperately at their fangs.

“Her name, it was Ohrei!”

P’veil felt every muscle in their body freeze as their tiny prey warbled out that name. They gasped, and unfortunately began choking as this sent their prey halfway down their gullet.

“Woah, easy there P’veil!” Hugh slapped down hard on their back.

With a great spasm, they coughed the tiny body back onto the bar top. It slid along the polished wood, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

A heartbeat or two was spent coughing and sputtering, banging a fist on their chest as they fought to catch their breath. As it slowly came back to them, their gaze quickly sought out the form of their prey.

“Hey,” they barked. They leaned in and peered down at their prey. A long claw poked at him. 

“Hey! What did you say? Say it! Say it again!”

A groan issued out from him. He turned to them with bleary eyes. “Ohrei...she-she told me she knew someone who looked just like you…”

Dead silence. Large red eyes locked onto small orange ones, and for a moment, everything felt delicate and strained.

And he dared not move, watching with a wary eye as his fate twisted and coalesced into a new form…

#g/t #unwilling prey #mouthplay #soft vore #fatal vore #er...or at least it's almost vore #heh #had to give it a dramatic and over the top title #forgive me #my writing #tumblr tried to eat my vore piece

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Without Question (8)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Content: angst, fluff, and some new discoveries apparently

Warnings: None

Word Count: Hi there! Never thought you’d see me again, would you? ehehehe. *sigh* What am I doing with my life?

MASTERLIST in bio

"You talked to her? To that...that thing?" "Yes. And she showed me an entire alien fleet coming for the earth to destroy it. Inside out." "And you believe her." "They want to kill her, Steve. I don't think she has any motive to lie."

You brush away the branches in your way, walking straight through the familiar tall trees you found Steve and yourself dumped in. Loki had teleported you and the captain away from the facility, but he had not been generous enough to drop the two of you right next to your house. The forest occasionally felt alive with the sounds of a bird chirping here and there, sending a mating call or pointing out the position of predators. The dull green and dirt hue was lit up only by the lone blue bathrobe still covering you-  wrapping the fabric around yourself as securely as possible- and the stench of wet pines was overpowered by Steve's alert presence right behind you. "So she's been hiding here...in you," Steve's hoarse voice concludes as he takes a step to move ahead of you- jumping over the rocks and logs rotting in the middle of the path- to help you cross them in as modest a way as possible. "Yes," you affirm as your voice tries its best not to waver when Steve's strong pale arms wrap around your waist and thighs- securing the robe under his hold, giving it no chance to slip in a way you don't like- to pick you up and safely help you land away from the hurdles. Ever the gentleman. Your hands involuntarily wrap around his neck, grazing the back, making both you and he take a moment to still the sudden flicker your bodies feel on each other's touch. "She and her friend had run away from their home because she broke the law and was to be executed," you continue, trying to hide the colour in your heated cheeks by bringing forth your hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. "What did she do?" Steve's blue is bright with specks of silver floating over them, just like a clear shallow part of an ocean reflecting the sun from its surface, competing with the sunset in its full prestige. At that moment your heart wants to wrap his entirety in its strings, keep the man warm, safe, and close. Closer than you want to. Close enough to feel his skin over yours. But the reality stings. "She um..." you take those inquisitive crummy thoughts and shove them in a tiny cage in a dim lit corner of your mind, "saw her future." The words make Steve pause, his brooding beard carrying wrinkles of confusion. "Her species can alter time. They can travel from one timeline to another. Forward, backward, sideways, you name it," you sigh and shrug before rubbing your temples with your fingers. "She saw her future and found out that the alphas were using their battalions as pawns while invading other planets. Thousands of her comrades sacrificed just so the ones sitting at the alters could find strong hosts. Her mother helped her escape but not before the general of their army got word of it." A light breeze makes the forest yawn, reflecting the invisible pain and tiredness you are feeling as your brain tries to process and pass the knowledge you had just been bestowed with from a parasite living inside you. Steve attempts to let your every word seep in and work through his brain. You know in his lingering pause and concern-filled brows that he is trying to figure out the whats and the hows. But what you don't gauge is that he has already moved five steps ahead of you in what all you have thought and are probably thinking right now. "Come on," you try to snap yourself out of the low tide of anxiety touching your shores, "I can see my place." "Why did we even bother going back from here," you mutter to yourself as you start walking in the direction of the familiar white and brown structure peeking through the woods before you feel Steve's arm catch yours, forcing you to stop. "Look at me." His voice is soft but his words are heavy, already dropping a weight on your chest as you turn to look into his eyes; the searing glare making the weight burn. And at that moment you are your most vulnerable. Naked in the most crucial metaphorical sense. And you cannot even help it. The layers are coming down one by one as his adamant look is burning away the carefully placed curtains. Your skin is feeling the goosebumps. Your lungs are getting tight. Your lips want to say something but are scared of giving your fears away. But turns out they don't have to hold the secrets any longer. "Don't you dare." He knows. He has known it since the moment you told him the parasite was in hiding. He knows you think the best way to stop the mayhem would be to give yourself up to gooey bastards. Of course, he knows. He is basically the walking example of being the one to catch hands with anything that involves sacrifices. "You are not doing this." The words escaping his red lips are final, trying to punch hard at your controversial resolve. "Steve, listen to me," you begin, your voice carrying a soothing balance, "I was going to die anyway. At least I'll go out doing something for the greater good." His huff and the scrunched nose reflects transparently the emotions of being done. "Greater good," he echoes, licking his lips before deadpanning on you, "you want to give your second chance away by turning yourself up as a sacrificial lamb. That's your definition of the greater good? What makes you think your death will stop anything?" He steps closer to you, not leaving your arm as he towers over you, making sure your eyes do not fray from his. "What makes you think," he nearly hisses through his teeth, "that killing yourself will make everything all right?" And that darkness you saw in the unlit corners of the facility comes back in his eyes. The familiar beast from that night lurks in front of you in his hollowed blue, making his grasp on your arm just a level tighter but never enough to make it hurt you. "Steve-" "I lost my best friend because he sacrificed himself for the greater good. He died trying to save this planet and quite possibly the entire universe from being wiped away from existence, Y/N," he declares right in your face, the sparks of rage burning through his eyes, "and look where we are still! Fighting another threat! Losing! Hurting! Repeating everything! Every. Single. Thing! I have lost him more times than I can count so don't tell me sacrifice." He moves away from, trying to walk away; trying to leave you with the increasing ache in your heart. "Bucky died protecting you, Steve!" You shout, your voice wavering on registering the blurriness in front of your eyes. "At least have the decency to respect the memory of your own best friend. And I'm quite sure you would have done the same if not something twice as fatal as what he did." He stops in his tracks, letting his mouth fall in an utter offence. "You know what, you two would have made such great partners," he shouts back, turning to face you one more time, "because somehow it's too much when I put myself in harm's way but it is just reasonable enough to give you a reason to die!" "Well isn't it obvious, you dolt!" you announce, your voice box nearly collapsing. "What?!" "We want to do it because we cannot see you die!" A few birds fly away at the reverberations your voice creates. Steve's wrinkled rage collected in brows is diluted by the weight of your words with every passing second. "I have seen my family die too, okay? I have seen my niece and nephew perish right before my eyes before you guys were able to stop Thanos. But I am done seeing people I love die before me. I am done and I am tired and I have started to care about you way too much to even imagine losing you, Steven Rogers." The silence of the forest contains just the sounds of your panting and the crunch of dried leaves under your muddied socks. The only colours apart from you in front of your eyes is Steve's blue shirt stretching every time he inhales, feeling the ache of your words in his lungs. The mesh of all those emotions leaving you now lies between the two of you, waiting to be tugged at from one side or other. He stands there, shocked, appalled, confused, dazed- probably everything at once. What did have you done, your insides groan. "Y/N..." his voice croaks. "Don't," you interrupt him softly, looking down at your fingers while shaking your head, "you don't have to say anything. I just...it just came out without a warn-" You barely register the gentle cold touch on your cheeks under your undone hair strands. Your eyes scarcely move up to watch the arm come forward to hold your face close. Your ears just catch the that one deep inhale his lungs take. Your lips hardly part to roster the minute impact of his fingers on your cheeks when his hot lips press unto yours; to feel his beard touch your skin, scraping it, letting you know it's him. It's confounding at first, to feel his lips on yours; nothing like you imagined- better in every possible way. Then when the touch seems to be real, your hand lingers over his jaw before finally wrapping around his neck. Your eyes close themselves to let your other senses heighten; to feel him- to drink him down- in all ways possible. Finally, your lips press back on his, letting him know he is not the only one craving the other with such urgent need, letting them linger on each other for a moment longer because even the thought of letting go hurts. But you do let go. And breathe in the forest air to let yourself know that this is no dream. "Steve," you declare his name before opening your eyes, almost like an affirmation to some divine powers looking over you. "I care about you too," he answers softly, putting every last ounce doubt in your heart at rest. His blue eyes are dark. Dilated. Hungry. Craving. Parched. You know- better than ever- that you are the one who can put the beast at rest tonight.

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Untitled - Part 2

"Room 4372 at 6 then. Triple knock so he knows it's you. I'll just get you settled at the hotel and then go find him. I'll then leave you two alone until Tom has to work. Be good to him ok?"

"I have no plans otherwise. You're a good friend, Luke."

*6 PM that evening*

Dressed in a blue button up, open at my throat, a striped circle skirt and black "Fuck Me" pumps, I walked up to room 4372 with trembling hands. "This is just Tom. Just Tom...Not the man you lo...fuck" I muttered. I decided to start with a laugh and knock like Sheldon. Luke had said a triple knock so why not? *knock knock knock* "Tom?" I repeated three times.

The door opened to reveal a Tom in full "ehehehe" giggle mode. "Only you" he grinned as he ushered me in, hoping she didn't notice the tremor in his hand as he brushed her lower back. "You look beautiful" he smiled as he leaned in and kissed my cheek. "I'm so glad you could make it."

"I'm glad I could make it, too. You look so handsome" I smiled as I brushed at the wrinkles on the front of his white dress shirt that was rolled up at his forearms and tucked into his pinstripe trousers. "I wore these heels so I would at least reach your shoulders and even with them I still feel short, Frost Giant! I feel like I'm kneeling!"

He laughed and pulled me toward him. "In the end, you will always kneel" he murmured in his Loki voice, directly in my ear. I felt my knees give out as he held me against him.

"I should never have told you about my Loki dream" I laughed. "Good thing I haven't told you about my Tom dreams" I winked.

"Well I hope this was involved in one of them" he murmured as he leaned down, brushing his lips once, twice against mine. I sighed against his lips, allowing him access to slide his tongue in to tangle with mine. My hands dove into his curls as I felt his beard rub against my cheek, breaking the kiss. "We...we should stop" he sighed, resting his forehead against mine. "Dinner will be here any minute."

I looked up at him, eyes unfocused. "Hmmm?"

He laughed. "Dinner. I ordered us dinner. I also ordered champagne even though I know we both prefer whiskey. I felt champagne was more fitting for our celebration."

"Celebration?" I questioned.

"Well it's not every day that you meet the woman you've been falling for the past few months" he smiled, bringing my hand to his lips.

I let out a shaky breath and rested my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. "This doesn't feel real."

"I'm so glad you took the chance to message me. Fate dealt us an interesting hand and I can't wait to see how it plays out" he smiled, kissing the top of my head as room service knocked.

I stared out the window as our food was placed on the table, unable to comprehend the words that had come out of Tom's mouth. It sounded like he wanted to head in a serious direction and it floored me. It was what I wanted as well but I figured with his busy schedule he wouldn't want to take on another role as it were - lover.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, walking up behind me.

"Are you really sure you want to do this? I won't be a distraction? You're so busy right now. I don't want to be the reason you go off track...I don't want to be an excuse."

Tom turned me around and stared in my eyes. "You will never be an excuse. You will not be a distraction. If I didn't think I could handle being involved with you further than I already have, I wouldn't have invited you to visit. Do not let others get inside your head. I choose to be with you because you are an engaging, passionate and humorous person with a generous heart and a beautiful soul. The fact that you're built like a 40s pinup model is icing on the cake" he winked to make her blush.

"I didn't want to fall for you. The most I hoped for with that first DM was a conversation. To reach out to someone whose spirit and talent inspired me. Then you responded. Then responded again. Then you initiated a video chat. I was so flustered when I found myself getting feelings for you - real feelings, not fan feelings. I know you said it the other day and you didn't mean to let it slip but...I love you, too. You're what I've always felt was missing" I choked out around my tears.

Tom leaned down and kissed my tears away. "Happy tears?" he smiled softly.

"Yes" I sniffled with a watery smile, looking up at him. "I just...how will this work? We don't even live on the same continent."

"Let's not think about that right now. Let's just enjoy the moment and each other. Now, a toast" he suggested, handing me a champagne flute. "To beginnings."

"To beginnings" I smiled, clinking glasses as my stomach growled and I laughed. "Sorry, I was so anxious I couldn't eat earlier and this smells delicious."

Tom laughed. "I was the same. I do look forward to cooking for you in the future, though. My pasta bolognese will bring you to your knees."

I glanced at him with a raised brow. "I don't need pasta for that." Tom's jaw dropped. "Oh my God! Did I just say that out loud?!" I blushed furiously.

Tom burst out laughing. "You did, you dirty, dirty girl!" he smirked. "You match your hair now."

"I can't believe my filter broke" I chuckled. "Well, while I'm running my mouth I might as well continue - I can't wait until your proper English self snaps and you fuck me six ways to Sunday."

Tom's nostrils flare and he puts his champagne down as he takes a step toward me. "I was hoping our first time would be slow and romantic but we've got time for that later. For now, let's get started on that first way, shall we?" he suggested as he pulled my hips to his, letting me feel his hard length against my abdomen. I gasped as his hands reached around to grasp my ass and his lips suckled my collarbone. "God, I love how bloody curvy you are. Pictures did you no justice. You are a pin up model come to life."

"I actually have taken pin up pictures" I sigh as his fingers walk up my stomach to graze the underside of my breasts.

"I need them. I need them for when we're apart. Will you give them to me?" he asked in between kisses.

"I'll do one better. I'll let you take new ones. While you're busy tomorrow I'll go shopping."

"That's all I'll be able to think of during interviews tomorrow. Luke will fucking kill me because I'll be so bloody distracted and of course I can't tell him why..." he muttered.

"If you're a good boy during your interviews, I'll let you be a very bad boy tomorrow night" I smirked, reaching down to grasp him through his trousers.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction

[gattius-starfrost]

Weekend of Indulgences

The week had been long, busy, and irritating in Starfrost Clinic. Success was one thing, but Gattius quickly became overwhelmed by the number of new clients coming through the door. He was only one elf, after all. Managing financing, scheduling, and the actual practice of medicine all on his own! Not to mention his duties to take care of Tannis when Syrielle was off at the Sun Spire doing… whatever it was those Magisters did on a daily basis! He debated turning some patients away… but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Helping people was his goal in all this, after all. No, less patients wasn’t the answer. More staff… that made more sense. It came with its own set of challenges, though - Syrielle had just hired a few new guards for the Manor. More hires so soon after that would stretch their coffers thinner. House Starfrost was well off… but not that well off!

It didn’t matter, in the moment. The clinic was closed, and would be for the weekend. Gattius had finished his paperwork - records and ledgers, both - rather late into the night. All the same, he needed to decompress. He needed some time to himself, away from work, from Tannis’ constant needs, away from the busy Manor…

He needed a fishing trip.

Syrielle, of course, was all for it. The thought alone of how supportive and loving she could be at times brought a smile to his face. She came home early from her business to tend to Tannis and allow Gattius to promptly finish his work and head out for some evening fishing; the start of his weekend away! He packed his fishing supplies and overnight gear - the latter of which consisted of a shoddy tent, hammock, rations, and about half a crate of cigarettes - and set off south to start his mini-vacation!

The Elrendar River babbled on as it always had, setting a soothing soundtrack to his weekend of relaxation. Gattius loved fishing here; his hidden fishing hole, just above the falls. He cozied up against a small angled rock facing, which served faithfully as his fishing chair for years now, and cast out his line. He’d always had some success at this spot. Some days more than others, it all depended on the season. But he expected he’d pull a fish or two before bed. Ten or so the next day. The rations were really just in case, honestly - he intended to be well fed through the weekend by the rod alone!

Gattius smoked. A lot. He’d cut down a bit, between his time in the clinic, and interacting with Tannis. Neither were suitable environments for such a habit. He’d sneak out for breaks every now and again, but those had become few and far between with how busy he’d been lately. But out here, alone, he indulged himself. The taste, the feel, it relaxed him all the more!

His ear flickered, as he felt a nibble at his line. Then another. He cast his golden eyes to the water’s surface, watchfully. A firm tug caused his rod to bow ever-so-slightly. He responded in kind by jerking up quickly to try and snag the fish!--- but it got away! He exhaled a smoke-filled sigh, as he reeled in his line to cast it once more. It seemed he was a bit out of practice.

His line was back in the water before too long. He lit up another cigarette… his fourth now? Or fifth? He’d lost count. It didn’t matter, though - he was happy enough to indulge in his old vice, freely. It seemed like a good weekend to indulge, anyway. In old habits, old hobbies… time to cut loose and enjoy himself!

Gattius’ ear flickered again… but this time, it had nothing to do with his line. He heard something. Felt something. The evening Eversong breeze grew somehow cold, heralding an uneasy feeling that gripped him at his core. He sat up, eyes wide and alert, as he looked around for something - anything - out of place. It was quiet. Nothing but him, the trees, and the calmly babbling river bend stirred here, at this hour. He relaxed a bit, as he ashed his cigarette.

“... Lad…?”

He heard a whisper on the winds; quiet, but as clear as his own voice. He recognized it… and yet it sounded foreign. Distorted. He leapt up from his seat, hands glowing with radiant Light energy as he looked around once more.

“Who’s there?” he demanded!

“Easy… relax, lad…” the whisper came again. “Don’t need yeh slashin’ m’throat again…”

Gattius gasped, as a shadowy figure emerged from behind a tree before him. He scowled, hands clenching to fists… and yet his feet kept still. He’d seen this figure before… in the manor. The ren’dorei infiltrator! He was stunned-- didn’t he kill him? No, he’d vanished… was it an illusion? Was this an illusion, too? His mind was bombarded with questions as his eyes kept affixed to the elven figure.

“Who… who are you?” he demanded again. “What do you want?”

“Thinkin’ I’ll keep m’distance this time, lad.” the figure replied, smirking. “Yeh’ve gotten jumpy on me. Last time I tried gettin’ close, well… lucky slash, lad.”

The figure pulled his collar down a bit, as he brushed the darkened, pallid skin on his neck - no scar, no sign of a cut.

“It’s me, lad! It’s Alteris. Was try’na tell yeh in yer study, there, but…” he shrugged, words fading to a simple, familiar chuckle.

“Kodo-shit!” Gattius shot back! “Alteris is dead! This is a trick!”

The Blood Elf’s hands thrummed with holy power, as his golden eyes flared. He’d heard this before, fallen for such tricks in the past. Not again! In lieu of a weapon, the fishing rod in his hand illuminated with a fiery glow. An extension of Gattius’ divine power! He pointed it at the shadowy figure, scowling!

“Leave now! This is your only chance!”

There was silence for a moment, as the two stared each other down. Gattius, staring in anger and determination. The void elf… staring in disbelief. Awestruck! He blinked his eyes. Then again… the his lips curled to a grin. It started low… then became more pronounced as his shoulders bounced; he was laughing!?

“Hehe… ehehehe… Haha! Hahaha! HAH!” the void elf threw his head back, as the laughter overcame him! “HAHAHA--OH HO HO! Y’look like a feckin’ idiot, lad! What’re y’gonna do with that, now? Plannin’ ta smite me with yer open-face reel? Hahah!”

Gattius was not amused. He sighed, as the flames that glowed about his fishing rod flickered out. He scoffed.

“I could, y’know!” he said, defiantly! … but it came out borderline childishly. “I mean… Bah! Nevermind! If you’re Alteris, prove it!”

As if laughing and demeaning him wasn’t proof enough… Gattius lowered the fishing rod, but kept his guard up. His ears flickered about, eyes watching not just the Void elf, but the area around him. The void elf leaned against the tree from behind which he’d emerged, relaxed, casual, not at all appearing threatened by Gattius and his radiant glow.

“Oi, an’ how do yeh want me t’ do that, lad?”

Gattius frowned. He wasn’t entirely sure HOW this void elf could prove such a thing! What would serve as a suitable test? If this was Alteris, by some strange happenstance… how would Gattius know for sure?

“... Tell me something only Alteris would know.” he said. “About… us. About me. Something personal, aye? Not my name or favorite color… something Alteris would know about me that no one else would.”

The void elf raised his brow. He pushed up off the tree, and took a few tentative steps forward.

“A’ight… lemme think, aye? Could go int’a our relationship. First time we fucked? --No, no no, y’might’ve told that story to yer new-ish wife.” he tapped his chin, thoughtfully. “Maybe a war story, campaign we fought t’gether? Or… well, other folks were there fer most’ve ‘em…”

Gattius shook his head. None of that would really be proof. Stories about events like that were easy enough to overhear and recite. He’d told Syrielle a lot about his time with Alteris. Who knows who overheard him? The Guard was infiltrated by void elves once… was this a continuation of that? He couldn’t risk it, no. It had to be something he never told anyone.

“... Tell me about Grim Batol.” he ordered, sternly. “If you’re really Alteris… you’d know that story.”

The void elf’s shoulders slumped a bit, expression growing serious. He swallowed hard, and exhaled a sigh.

“... Aye. I remember it well, lad.” he replied, tone even. “You an’ me ventured in t’gether. Was late night, pitch black sky - dinnae think it could get any darker, until we slipped inside. Y’went in first, told me t’ watch our backs. An’ I did that, until we fell. Slid down that pit trap, remember?”

Gattius watched, rather surprised the void elf knew even that much! Could it be Alteris…?

“... What happened then?”

“Tch… well… yer leg got impaled on an iron spike, if I recall it right. Clean puncture, cleare through yer thigh. I set t’ treatin’ yeh. Bandagin’ yer leg up, best I could. ‘Course y’were criticizin’ my technique e’ry step o’ th’ way…” he chuckled, then shook his head. “... Then, I found it. Tucked in yer pocket, just above where th’ spike gotcha. Pulled it out, an’ I asked yeh, straight up… I said ‘What’re yeh carryin’ round this ring for, lad?’”

The void elf sighed, and shook his head.

“... I got mad ‘bout it, then. Chastised yeh pretty good about it. I remember th’ look on yer face durin’ it. Shocked, hurt… But I weren’t ready t’ git married, lad. An’ I knew y’weren’t then, either.” he sighed. “Took it, threw it across th’ pit, kept treatin’ yer leg. Reckon it’s still down there today, aye?

The ring y’were gonna propose t’me with.”

Gattius was silent. His golden eyes welled up with tears, as his ears pinned back flat along the sides of his head. There was a good reason why he didn’t talk about Grim Batol. To anyone. No one else, not even Syrielle, knew that story. Only he did. Only him… and Alteris. He looked him over, and shook his head.

“... How? You died. I saw you die. And then… you were in my head for so… so long… How’d you come back?”

“Th’ power o’ th’ Void is… strange, lad. Complicated. It’s kept me ‘round in yer head awhile… an’ now it’s brought me back fully.” Alteris shrugged, stepping a bit closer. “Guess that was always th’ point in stickin’ ‘round, but… this weren’t quite how I wanted t’ return to yeh.”

Gattius was speechless. His cigarette fell from between his lips, dying in the moist riverside grass beneath him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face - tears of sorrow, tears of joy… tears of anger… the complex bundle of emotions running through him seemed to paralyze him in the moment. He could only look at Alteris, both grateful for his return and disgusted by what he had become. Alteris frowned, nearing closer still until he stood directly before Gattius. He knelt down, and gazed into his luminous eyes. Reaching out, he wiped the stream of tears from the Blood Elf’s cheek, his other hand resting on his shoulder.

“It’s me, lad. I’m back - lookin’ a bit different, I know. Reborn by somethin’ I know yer not fond of…” he sighed, shaking his head. “But this was the only way I could come back to yeh.”

Alteris’ hand slipped up behind Gattius’ neck, as he pulled him up against him. Slowly, he leaned in, and presses his lips to Gattius - retrying that kiss that confusion and doubt had rudely interrupted last time. Gattius didn’t fight it. Now that he knew it was Alteris - truly knew it - he didn’t want to resist. He couldn’t! His arms came up, slipping behind Alteris’ back as he embraced his old lover once again.

It felt different; the energy coursing through Alteris was definitely different, but he felt a familiarity in the movements. The way Alteris kissed him, and the way he kissed him back in return. It was different… yet felt so right! He relaxed, letting out a light moan as he surrendered to the desire. The spark between him and Alteris hadn’t diminished, even after all this time. Despite Alteris’ cold touch, the flames of passion were most assuredly rekindled. He pressed up against his old lover, firmly and commandingly, pushing Alteris down beneath him as they shifted to a horizontal position.

After all, what was one more indulgence this weekend?

#Gattius #Alteris #fishing trip #rekindled? #GASP! #character story

[lovemybluebully]

Let’s Be Lazy

For the Anon who wrote, "Smol idea: Eddie trying to exercise and be fit but Venom gets all huffy about it, wanting to either eat or watch tv, and he tickles him while he's exercising like "Stahp we wanna watch tv! >8\ "

Wow! I only spent about 5 hours on this total when fics usually take me days if not weeks to write. My brain was just spewing all these ideas at me! XD Summary: Eddie is trying to better his mental health by exercising more often. However, his clingy roommate wants him to watch tv instead, and when he refuses the symbiote decides to find a way to get him to change his mind. M/M Tickle Fic Oh jeez, poor Eddie. I had Venom tickle the hell out of him in this one. Sorry, not sorry. XD Here you go, Anon! Hope you guys like it! ^_^ Word Count: 2,385

Again, sorry for the weird spacing. :p

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Eddie's bond with Venom had been a life changing event for him. Before he'd been extremely depressed after losing his job and the woman he loved, but ever since that little symbiote had crawled up inside his skin things surprisingly seemed to have turned around for him.

Now with his job back, and still maintaining a healthy friendship with Anne and her new boyfriend, Dan, he was on the path to living a normal life again. Well, as normal as it could be with having a superpowered alien living inside his body.

His mood still had its ups and downs, but he was trying different things to help relieve his mind of the tension and anxiety. He still tried the meditation techniques that Mrs. Chen had taught him once in awhile, but usually found that his attention span would not allow him to sit still for that long.

Especially with Venom always making some kind of commotion inside his head, usually complaining about his hunger. Eddie had changed his diet, and was eating less take-out and doing more cooking at home, though he'd still heat up the occasional frozen tater tots to appease his parasitic friend. With that he'd also taken to exercising more, taking jogs around the city or doing weights and calisthenics in his apartment.

He found his new routine was having a pleasantly calming effect on his mind, and tried to exercise at least five days out of the week. He was already a strong man, but now he was doing it more for his mental health and not so much for looks, especially now that he didn't have a girlfriend to try to impress.

Tonight followed him in his usual, he had just gotten home from work, and after making sure Venom's hunger was satiated he changed into some looser-fitting pants and a t-shirt as he went over into a corner of his apartment where he had a small weight bench and a yoga mat set out.

He had just sat down on the mat and started doing his stretches, and it wasn't five minutes before Venom was already trying to get his attention.

"Eddie?"

"What is it? Don't you dare say you're hungry again."

"....A little. But can't we just skip this? Let's be lazy, and watch some of that picture box instead."

"You mean the tv? I'm busy right now, bud, but hey, don't let me stop you. Just go watch it by yourself."

"But we want Eddie to watch with us."

"Well then you'll just have to wait," Eddie grunted as he stood up and then laid down on the bench, gripping the bar over his head and starting his chest presses.

"How long will it be?"

"Until I'm done. And it's gonna take a lot longer if you don't-Hey!" He yelped as black tendrils emerged from his arms and assisted him in vigorously pumping the bar up and down.

"We will help, and then you will be done faster!" Venom said cheerfully as his head emerged from Eddie's stomach to give him a pointy-toothed grin. "No, I don't need help! That takes away the whole point of this so stop!"

"But Eddie..."

"I mean it!" "....Fiiiiiiine," Venom pretty much whined as he released his host's arms and began drawing the tendrils towards himself, absentmindedly brushing them down Eddie's sides. The symbiote then felt Eddie tense up; his arms shaking a little to steady the weight of the bar as a giggle trickled out of him. "Heheh, hey careful, you're tickling me!"

Venom had only recently learned about this strange phenomenon that humans could be sensitive to being touched in certain ways, enough to provoke them into laughter. Eddie had tried his best to explain it to him, though even he didn't know the real reason behind it.

He learned it was completely harmless though in terms of doing any physical damage, and much to Eddie's chagrin he had been eager to test out this new knowledge. Ribs, neck, armpits, feet, knees, belly.....all areas that got the desired response of frantic laughter and bodily squirming. In conclusion of it all, he had found that Eddie was one very ticklish human being. "The most ticklish person on the planet" as Anne had claimed, though Venom currently had no other subjects to compare that to. The alien's smile widened as he now had an idea on how he could get Eddie to give up this exercise thing for now and do what he wanted to do; sit on the couch and watch tv while stuffing his face with chocolates and ideally more tater tots. "But Eddie likes the tickles," he smirked, prodding lightly into his ribs as the man's arms trembled in the strain of trying to resist. Eddie admittedly did not like being tickled, though it didn't exactly bother him that much either. Really it depended on the situation, but this definitely was not it. "D-Don't....Don't fucking do that right now! You're gonna make me drop this thing on my head!" Eddie shouted, making Venom pause as he remembered the weighted bar that Eddie was holding a mere twelve inches from his face.

"Ohhhh....ok. Sorry Eddie," he hung his head like a scolded puppy as all the tendrils disappeared back inside Eddie's body. "There's a time and place for that shit! Not when doing it could cause me to get hurt in the process! Do you understand?!"

"We understand."

Venom was surprisingly quiet for the remainder of the time that Eddie spent with the weights, and honestly the journalist began to feel some guilt over the whole thing. Through his time spent with the symbiote, he had found that the little ball of goo could actually be a bit needy at times. He just liked to have Eddie's attention, and always seemed to get noticeably mopey when they weren't doing things together. As he set his dumbbells back on the rack he sighed and softly addressed his friend. "Look, man, I'm sorry I yelled at you. Just give me another fifteen minutes to finish up and take a shower and then I promise we'll watch whatever you want. Alright?"

He waited a few moments, but was met with silence as he shook his head. "Aww, c'mon Venom. Don't be like that," he was feeling even worse now when he still got no response from the symbiote as he got down onto the floor once more to start doing some push ups. As he pushed himself up and down off the floor he began to think of ways that he could possibly make this up to Venom, but he wasn't thinking long before he felt a poke into his right side. "Aagh! Venom! Whahat are you...?!" He realized that Venom wasn't upset with him and had just been waiting for the right moment to sneakily launch an attack on him. Eddie couldn't be upset either, just relieved that they were still on good terms, but he knew Venom was going to use the incident as an excuse to really work him over. "Is now the time and place? Don't see how we could get hurt now," the symbiote tentacles poked playfully at different spots on his sides as Eddie's arms were back to shaking from trying to hold himself up. "Ehehehe, knock it off! Thaahaat's not f...fair! I....can't...." Finally his arms buckled and he crumbled to the floor, pulling them against his sides as he rolled over to try to get the tentacles to stop. They kept at the laughing, wriggling man for a moment until Venom was able to make his next move. He seeped out of Eddie to form into his humanoid shape, and then gently placed his clawed fingers onto Eddie's stomach. "You want exercise, we've heard laughing burns calories," he said with a grin, and then began scribbling said claws over the trembling flesh as Eddie squeaked and tried to squirm away. "N-No! Heeheeheehee! Venom, stohahahop ihihit!"

Eddie was a big-time giggler when it came to being tickled, though he'd usually bust into harder laughter when Venom focused on some of his worst spots.

"You stop it. We want to watch tv," the fingers then crawled up and down his sides, pinching and poking as they went as Eddie thrashed like crazy and tried desperately to push the hands away. "But...Buhuhut I'm ahahalmost dohone! Naahahahaho!! Dahahahon't!!"

No matter how he tried, Eddie just could not keep the strong alien hands out of his armpits, and now he was being tickled out of his mind. He honestly couldn't believe how quickly Venom had picked up on how to tickle someone so effectively. Lucky him. "Well consider this our last work out for the day. Now lets hear that laughter!" "No pleeheeheease! Anythi-heeheeheehee-ng but ti-hi...tickling! Cuhuhut it ouuut!!" His sneakered feet kicked at the symbiote despite knowing it wouldn't be effective, and just ended up getting them stuck in the goo that comprised Venom's side. Venom stopped for a moment and looked down as Eddie tried to tug them loose, and then the big-eyed alien was smirking bigger than ever. "Stuck, hmm?"

He manipulated his body so that Eddie's ankles were now trapped in one of his large hands as he easily plucked the shoes off of his feet. The horrified man was struggling even harder once his socks were ripped away, leaving his bare feet twitching about in the symbiote's grasp. "No wait, c'mon! You've tickled me enough, alright? You win! We'll go watch tv right now!"

"Yes, we will. But first, we think these weird, but sensitive appendages of yours require some attention," he stroked a single finger up the length of one foot as Eddie immediately cackled and jerked hard on his legs again.

"Bahaahaa! No no! They're fine! No attention needed! Just put them down and-Gaahahahahahahaa!! No nohohohohoooo!! Lehehemme gohohohohoo!!"

Hundreds of tiny tendrils had manifested and were tickling over every inch of his feet, including the tops and ankles as well as between all the toes. With the position he was in, and from how hard he was already laughing, Eddie had no chance of being able to sit up and try to defend himself.

All he could do was pound at the floor with his hands and slam his head back against the floor in his frantic state, hoping that Venom would show some mercy. Though he wasn't sure how familiar the symbiote was with that concept.

"Ohoho my Go-hahahahahah-od!! Ahahahahaa hahahahahahaa!! Fuck fuck fuhuhuhuuck, pleeheeheease! I can't...can't taahaake iiiit!!"

Eddie was too damn ticklish on his feet to hold up to a tickle attack on them for very long, but Venom always loved to push him over the edge in whatever situation he could. "Eddie must be burning so many calories right now," the symbiote smiled teasingly, clearing away the tendrils for the moment as his long, slippery tongue swirled briefly over both Eddie's soles. "Staahahaahahahahaaap!! I'm gohahahonna paa-haa....pass ouhouhout!!" He was surprised when Venom complied and set his feet down, though that was only so he could lift Eddie's t-shirt and bend down to give his belly a big, wet raspberry. He had no idea where Venom learned that one. Eddie screeched with a sound from out of this world as he swung an arm and ended up punching Venom right in the head. He wasn't hurt obviously, but still Venom immediately backed off as he gave Eddie a betrayed look.

"You hit us."

Eddie finally was able to sit up as he tried to regain control of his breathing. "I'm...I'm sorry. It wasn't...on purpose. It's an involuntary reaction."

"So you didn't mean it?"

"Of course not, man. It was an accident. Guess I never told you that tickling someone can be a dangerous sport. You should ask Anne about the time I gave her a black eye," Eddie chuckled as he recalled the incident that had all Anne's friends thinking that he was abusive. But after she had explained the whole story they had finally called off the lynch mob. "I see. Well I suppose next time we'll have to make sure you're completely secure," the big alien grinned as Eddie got up and began making his way to the bathroom to shower. "Pfft, you assume there's going to be a next time. Now let me have a little privacy for a couple minutes," Eddie shooed the symbiote out of his body as he got the water running and began tossing his sweaty clothes on the floor. "There will be plenty. It is now part of Eddie's exercise routine," Venom smiled from where he waited just outside the bathroom door, hearing Eddie scoff at his absurd claim as he scrubbed down his body. "Oh hell no, you asshole, this was a one time thing. End of story."

"Pussy," Venom teased with his usual insult as Eddie just shrugged. "Fine. I'm a pussy. Better than being tickled to death by a seven foot tall parasite."

Venom was pretty sure he heard correctly what Eddie had said, but he still had to question it. "....What did you say about us?"

"Uhh, you're seven foot tall?"

The alien shook his head as Eddie stepped out of the shower. "No, the other thing."

"Um.....I'm a pussy?" Eddie continued to play dumb as he toweled off and began to put on some clean clothes, smirking at hearing Venom's low growl. "We heard what you said."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie chuckled as he emerged from the bathroom and allowed the cursing Venom to reconnect with his body before sitting on the couch in front of the television.

Things were finally beginning to settle down as they immersed themselves in the reality show that Venom had been insistent on watching. A fresh pan of tater tots and everything was just about perfect for two bachelors having a night in.

However midway through the show, Eddie blurted out in a deadpan voice, "I called you a parasite, by the way."

"You motherfu-!" Though the next day Eddie couldn't help, but smirk at Venom's bruised eye as the symbiote glared at him out of his good one.

"I told you so. Tickle me, and get fucked up."

And so as time went on Venom got fucked up many more times after that.

#ticklefic #ticklish!eddie #venom #eddie brock #symbiote #fluff #friendship #tickling #my writing #anon asks #tickle fic

[tryalsynmoved-blog]

FIVE  SENSES  aesthetics. »  bold  what  applies  to  your  muse.

SIGHT small towns.     big cities.     six thirty curfews.     lights that take the place of stars.     blanket nests.     light through the blinds as a wake-up call.     found family.     finding a single star in the middle of new york city.     window shopping.     watching something terrible and enjoying it.     growing numb to the sight of injustice.     wilted flowers.     faded caricatures.     bright, bold colors.

HEARING crickets and lightning bugs.     car engines and ac units.     a phone call to mom/dad.     laughing with friends.     jokes that are so bad you have to laugh.     the clicking of computer keys/typewriters.     noise cancelling headphones.     the sound of silence.     muffled music from another room.     drumming fingertips on a table.     clicking of pens.     listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower.     ringing in the ears.     the voice of someone you love.     pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH being held close during the night.     fleeting reassurances.     holding hands when you’re scared.     brushing fingers through strands of hair.     freshly dried clothes.     bruises on your knuckles.     silk and satin.     your favourite pet’s fur or feather.     wringing your hands anxiously.     snuggies.     comforters in the cold  dead of winter.     nails against skin.     cold metal.     leather in summer.

TASTE coffee in the morning.     tea in the evening.     bubblegum that lost its flavor.     alcohol burning the back of your throat.     homemade cooking, no matter what’s made.     blood in your mouth.     stale air.     mint.     fresh vegetables.     that processed taste of citrus candy.     the first meal you cook by yourself.     foreign sweets.     fast food.     bittersweet.     sour.     spicy.     sweet.     bitter.     too much salt on fries.

SMELL morning glories and honeysuckles.     freshly cut grass.     hot chocolate in the middle of winter.     nail polish.     acetone.     hospital rooms.     smoke.     hair spray.     your favourite shampoo/conditioner.     the scent of home.     perfume.     cologne.     mint.     something burning.     wet dogs.     copper.     metal.     unemptied ash trays.     something familiar yet different.

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#do it #dO IT #tbt

[welcometoyournewhell]

Nibbles and Arguments

This wasn’t how I was expecting to go about this one??? But then the muse hit me and I just had to. Requested by @kwaiipootato. 

Klance: Ticklish Keith, Ticklish Lance

Keith hummed softly as he continued to stroke Lance’s clothed arm. Long claws tracing up and down the silky material rather softly in an attempt to sooth the other male’s nerves. Keith had trained harder than he’s ever trained before, and due to this he currently had claws, yellow eyes, cat ears, and a few patches of fur hear and there. As soon as Lance had seen him he went quiet, refusing to even talk to Keith. It wasn’t that he hated Keith in his Galra form, he loved it! The soft fur, the more intense purring, the ticklish toe beans, etc. However he hated why Keith’s half Galra side comes out. Rather than listening to his boyfriend’s words Keith had over did it and was now facing the consequences.

“Lance I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” Keith pouted. His head was resting on Lance’s shoulder as the other leaned back against him. They were on Keith’s bed. Lance sat with his legs crossed, leaning back against Keith who’s legs laid on either side of the younger male. “Your not sorry, you never are,” Lance muttered. He was fed up with this, the guy was going to get hurt and it was going to be his own fault. Lance was done. Keith’s ears went down a bit. He was sorry… only because Lance was mad at him. After a few more moments of silence Keith moved his head up. “Lean forward,” he ordered softly. “Why,” Lance stayed still, which was really awkward as his slant was no longer supported. “Back tracing,” Keith asked softly. “Not in the mood,” Keith felt tears form at his eyes.

“A-Alright,” Lance knew that tone all to well. He swore his boyfriend was a child sometimes. Leaning forward with a dramatic sigh he gave Keith access to his body.  “No Lance, you don--,” Lance simply took his hand and placed it on his back. Keith went back to being quiet before gently tracing the tips of his claws on the other’s back. Lance bit his lip, this is why he didn’t want Keith to do this. It tickled! Not that he minded, he found tickling to be pretty fun. However he was upset and Keith needed to take this seriously. He gasped softly as Keith moved his shirt up to trace along the sun kissed skin. “Kheith no,” he giggled softly, sitting up straight. “That tickles, stop,” Keith just smirked before tracing by his lower sides. “Heheh! Stop it Kheith. I’m mad,” Lance said trying to move away from the other.

Keith’s reflexes were quicker. Pulling Lance back onto the bed he roughly ( he didn’t mean for it to be rough) pinned the Cuban boy to the bed. “Ow! Keith stop it, let me up! Now,” he glared. “Why are you so mad? I’m fine,” Keith sighed. “Your not fine Keith! You over stimulate your self almost nightly now so you can be stronger! Your pushing it because your too impatient to get there healthily and gradually,” he sighed and crossed his arms. “You know what? Whatever. I’m going in my roo-- h-hey,” Lance’s pulled his arms apart and grabbed onto Keith’s arms. Keith had started trailing little kisses all over his neck. “Aha! Keith I’m serious,” Lance hissed trying his best to not laugh. The kisses didn’t let up. They were light, delicate, soft, and oh so tickly. “Nahaha,” he finally gave in.

“Hehehe! K-Keith I’m trying to be shhehehrious here,” Lance was pushing on the other’s shoulders until he felt something sharp glide against his neck. “D-Do you have fangs,” he pulled away, forcing the other up with his arms. Keith opened his mouth, pulling his lips back. “Y-You do,”Lance said with a rather amazed tone. He gently traced over each of the four kanines in his boyfriend’s mouth. “Keith you’ve never had these before,” blue’s eyes darted up to meet yellow. “How much did you over do it tonight,” he was even more pissed. He had started to calm down but now… now he was furious. “Not that bad,” Keith’s words were odd as Lance still had his finger on the teeth, keeping Keith’s mouth open. “Not too bad? Bulshit! Keith I swear,” he grumbled pulling his finger away.

“You know what? I’m done. You don’t want to help yourself, fine. Tear yourself apart and destroy Voltron,” Lance said trying to move out from under the other. “Lance,” Keith had tears in his eyes. “I don’t mean what I’m saying, I’m just really mad Keith. I’m sorry,” Lance lay back as Keith curled up into his chest. “I’m sorry,” Keith mumbled tracing his claws across Lance’s clothed abdomen mindlessly. “But your not. I know your not Keith. You can stop apologizing,” he closed his eyes. His fingers scratching lovingly into the thick mullet. Purrs replaced sorrow. “I love you,” Keith purred out. “I love you too. Can you please stop tickling me now,” Keith opened his eyes. Lance had one of his hands over his mouth, the other in his hair. His face was slightly reqd, and his eyebrows were curved upwards slightly.

Looking down Keith noticed he had managed to move Lance’s shirt up and was delicately tracing the sun kissed skin. “Seriously tonight’s not the-- ehehe,” Lance pulled his hand into his mouth once more, eyes half lidded as he watched his boyfriend start to tickle him. “I think tonight would be a great night though,” Keith argued letting his nails glide like skaters on the rink. Random circles, directions, shapes, etc. Lance giggled helplessly, he wanted to stop Keith but he also loved the bonding this brought. He loved being tickled! He loved when his siblings would tickle him, his mom, his dad, his family in general. It was just so much fun to him. It meant people were happy, everything was okay. It was safe. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t stopping the exhausted half Galra. “Hey! No not there,” he threw his head back as keith really started to tickle him, right above his briefs. He laughed even more so when Keith started to leave kisses along his abdomen, lifting more of his shirt.

“Nohoho! Pull my shirt bahahck down,” Lance whined. However his one arm was currently laying across his eyes, as the other gripped the sheet. “Hmmm…. I think not,” Keith purred after a while of silence. Lance bucked gently when he felt something else touch his sensitive tummy. “Are you biting me,” he uncovered his face to look his lover in the eye. They were still yellow, but starting to fade. “No…. just testing out these new fangs,” his ears went back as an evil smirk crept onto his face. “No, Keith-- ehe! Hahhaaha,” Lance threw his head back and giggled helplessly. Keith had wrapped his arms around Lance’s torso, pulling him up slightly like a rag doll. His teeth gently brushing against the soft, smooth skin. The nibbling was so ticklish! Lance was in disbelief. How could something like teeth tickle so bad? “Hehehaha! N-No Keith sthap,” Keith rolled his eyes.

Clearly the blue paladin didn’t want him to stop, so what would happen if he did? Keith released the giggling body and just sat there, smirking. Leaning forward he sprawled out slightly on Lance’s, now, bare chest. His arms crossed, head laying on them. His butt was hoisted in the air a bit, for both him and Lance a quite… different vibe was taking over the room compared to earlier. Lance had to be strong! He couldn’t just give into his desires, not when he needed to get a point across. But how often was it Keith was playful like this? ‘No, no. Business first, then pleasure,’ he thought. “So… I stopped. Now what,” Keith challenged. “Now you get off me and let me leave,” well that backfired. Keith felt a bit hurt but pushed the feeling away. “Really? Lance,” Keith whined sitting up. He yelped as Lance rolled him over.

“No Keith. I’m going to get my point across to you. One way or another,” he yelped when Keith pulled him down on top of him. “Laaannnce,” Keith whined sounding utterly childish. He didn’t want to sleep alone. Lance had gotten him so used to affection, and touching, and cuddles. Damnit, the boy needed his cuddles! If space dad couldn’t give them to him, then his boyfriend would sure as hell be! “Keith no, I’m serious. Doesn’t this hurt,” His head was above Keith’s. He was awkwardly laying like an easy to tip blank balancing on a railing. “No… but does this,” Lance squealed before scrunching his shoulder to his chin. Or, well, trying to.

“Nhohoho sthahp biting me,” he kicked his legs slightly. It hurt a bit, but Keith ignored the pain. Biting? These little nibbles had nothing on biting. Biting is what Lance would do and it hurt, but if Lance was into it Keith would try to compromise. “Sthap! Sthap! Oh my gosh! Ehehehe,” they were such light tickles! Lance could feel butterflies start to swarm in his tummy, along with a blush creeping onto his face. Keith just purred, enjoying the moment. After about thirty more seconds of neck nibbles Keith brought his hands down and started playing with Lance’s sides. “Ehehhahaha! Okay! Okay! I’m not mad,” Lance struggled weakly. “Lemme go! Kheheith,” Keith rolled his eyes. Bull crap, like he wanted to be let go. Keith rolled him over and continued to nibble his neck. Now he gently clawed at the soft, smooth, hairless hollows.

“No! Baby thahat tickles,” Lance couldn’t help it. Yes he was still mad at Keith but he wanted to enjoy this. It felt so great! They were so close. “Hope so,” Keith’s words were muffled. ‘Keith, please,” after a while longer Lance decided they should be serious once more. “I reheheally nehehd you to stop,” that was new. Stopping instantly Keith rolled to the side of Lance, staring and waiting for instructions on what to do next. Lance huffed a bit, panting. He sat up and turned to face the almost normal Keith. “You okay,” Keith asked. Lance nodded. “I am… but you won’t be if you keep doing this to yourself,” he frowned. “Keith I know I’m not Shiro, I’m not related to you, and I know I have no say in what you do. But please, please, promise me you’ll take it easy from now on. Cheat days, or just days off in general. Pace yourself, but enjoy it,” Keith sighed and laid his head back. “I promise, alright? Stop woryi-- hey! Ahaha,” Keith giggled as Lance started to tickle his somewhat purple tummy.  Mix of purrs strung together with the laughter.

“No! Not the thhahaummy,” Keith giggled softly. “Oh yes the tummy,” Lance teased pushing Keith down slightly while playing with the firm skin. “Ah coochie, coochie, coo! Who’s my ticklish little Galra? You are,” Keith blushed. The hell was that? Nevertheless he blushed and giggled a bit harder. “Mmmm! Lance,” Keith squirmed a bit harder trying to move Lance’s hands somewhere else. “I wonder,” Lance pondered leaning down. “Let me know if this tickles dear, though I’m sure you will anyway,” he winked at a flustered Keith before nibbling gently on the skin. It didn’t really tickle. it kind of hurt. Keith whimpered and tried to move his tummy away. “So.. yes,” Lance asked. “Ow,” Keith mumbled softly. “Oh… okay. I’m sorry,” Lance said brining his head up to Keith’s and giving him tinny hisses while tickling his ribs. “Ehehaha! Oh god! Lhahahance quit it,” he purred a bit softer now. Lance was in love all over again.

“Wait,” Lance pulled back. A smile on his face filled Keith was fear. “What,” Keith asked softly. Turning around Lance moved down. “Toe beans,” he exclaimed. They were his favorite part about Keith’s Galra form. “W-Whoa! Wait Lan-- not there,” he screamed when Lance started tickling the soft little pads. They were so ticklish and Lance knew it. “Too much! Too much,” Keith yelled through his laughter. Lance huffed but dropped the foot he was holding. “Fine, fine, not my fault the big bad emo can’t take some little, innocent, tickles,” Lance was laying back on Keith, he booped his nose for good measure. Keith glared, un amused. “And it’s not my fault the annoying boy can’t stand having his tummy nibbled,” Lance blushed at the statement. “I-- I so can,” he declared. “More than you anyway! Ow? Really? Or did it just tickle,” keith rolled his almost purple eyes. “Not a competition Lance,” he groaned rolling them over. “However,” he smirked. Needless to say the night was filled with giggles and purrs as the two made up for their argument.

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