#he was TICKLED

[maroonmused]

i don’t have any analysis to add to the honda odyssey car fucking scene right now but i know it wouldn’t be complete without hugh’s logan’s loud snort laugh right after wade resignedly announces that he’s going to fight him

[demi-pixellated]

Sorry Sonic, Your stay in the story has been extended. Indefinitely.

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

bari saxthur got lucky in that kayne didn’t write him a part in The Wager so he didn’t have to go to the world’s longest and ugliest rehearsals

[bootleg-grandpa]

Nautica gets the Favourite Child™ privileges

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[snail-day]

You made a grave mistake:

Eating the last of your husband's mochi.

Really, you were just hungry. It was right there. So soft and sweet, how could you resist? You didn’t think about the consequences.

Now here you were, wrists pinned tight above your head by one of his big hands, Satoru looming over you with a faux pout tugging at his pretty, glossy lips. His snowy white hair fell into his glittering blue eyes, a few strands brushing against his flushed cheeks as he stared you down with all the exaggerated betrayal he could muster.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with mock sympathy as he shifts both your wrists into one hand, his grip so easy and effortless. His free hand snakes down, lifting your shirt just enough to reveal your soft belly. "But you left me no choice," he says dramatically, flashing a boyish, playful grin - one that makes your stomach flutter more than it should.

You squeal, squirming uselessly beneath him, but he just lets out a low chuckle, nuzzling against your bare skin before planting a teasing, open-mouthed bite right onto your belly. Sharp enough to tickle, soft enough to make you yelp and giggle all at once.

He doesn't stop there; he peppers little kisses and mock bites all across your stomach, humming little "om nom nom" and sounding like he's pretending to gobble you up.

"Pleaaaase, 'Toru!" you gasp between giggles, trying to wriggle away.

"I know, I know," he coos, leaning back just enough to beam at you, those crystalline eyes gleaming with so much affection it’s dizzying. "But c’mon, sweetheart. How am I supposed to resist..." His hand smooths over your side, slowly lingering, causing nervousness to creep across your skin. Stiffing in preparation for his next attack.

"...when you’re this cute? Hm?" he teases, brushing his nose along your tummy again.

"This pretty little thing…" A kiss.

"This greedy tummy that stole all my mochi?" Another kiss.

"Guess I’ll just have to…" He attacks, biting playfully at your side again, causing you to shriek. Fighting against the tight grip he has on your hands.

"And don't even think about begging for mercy," he whispers, voice low and sweet against your flushed skin. "You’re the one who picked this fight, baby."

[ghastigiggles]

idk what you expected when you literally inserted yourself between them. headass

[skecherss]

look at his photograph

[acesluvrxx]

NO ONE TALKS ABOUT HIM.

ughh him at 40 is so MMMFHGGFHUJVKUVIFHKDJDSLK the way we're growing old together :3 WE DO IT EVEN WHEN HIS BUSH HAIRS TURN GRAY or idk maybe i really REALLY like him with stubble BUT?? HES HOT WITH STUBBLE LIKE IM SNIFFING THE SCREEN SO HARD UGHH I CAN SMELL HIS MERA MERA

[paunchsalazar]

assorted Crowley commentary

[spielzeugkaiser]

I'm not even appearing with the bg3 au you'd expect (the witcher), no, I straight up jumped to cyberpunk- And now I have a whole sci-fi buddy cop movie in my head with scientist!Gale, lovebot!Astarion and cyborg!Karlach being on the run.

[finns-tword-blog]

careful, talis

based off one of @ticklishfiend 's jayvik hcs

[ourchunkysalsa]

i believe they’ve become a couple ☝️🩷🏳️‍🌈 i’m not sure 🤔 if they’ve gotten married 👰🏻👰🏻 but uh ❌🏳️‍🌈 they may have gotten married 🤔💍or they may just be like 🤷😕 going steady 🤔🥰👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨but they’re a 😁😆 terrific pair of comic lads👯

[yeosin-n]

Can I hold shattered dreams face... He's so cute-

watch out he’s gonna you do a tickle !!!!

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Today on the list of "good stuff that happened": I got to tell my brother about how Percy Jackson in the Son of Neptune is absolutely insane and spends basically the whole book just making the Romans go "?!"

Highlights include exploded water cannons during war games, showing up carrying a goddes and tearing apart furies with a whirlpool, mouthing off to Mars, third-wheeling/babysitting the precious young smoll inexperienced beans that are Frazel, willingly drinking Maybe Poison, and generally breaking a lot of things by Fighting Like a Greek. Continued to explain that the best part about the multiple perspectives in these books is this:

Percy: I'm a loser, lol! I have no idea what I'm doing, also everyone is cooler than me and I'd die for them! Also Annabeth is cute when she's threatening people with a knife.

Annabeth: *while planning 6 steps ahead* Percy is an idiot. Dear gods I love him so much. Such a wonderful idiot.

Literally everyone else: Percy is (one of) the most powerful demigod(s) I've ever heard of, and he gives no shits about any rules anymore. This man is scary and dangerous and I am so glad he's on my side. Annabeth is a terrifying force to behold and I can't keep up with her. I am unsure if them being so in love with each other makes it better or worse. If they ever turn evil, we are so fucked.

[snail-day]

Satoru gets into little giggle fits from time to time, especially when you refuse to kiss him back. It’s late, well past bedtime. You’ve been dozing off at the dining room table, phone slipping from your fingers, head tilted just barely to the side. Across from you, Satoru sits hunched over his laptop, supposedly reviewing his students’ reports, but his eyes keep flicking up to you. Watching. Those baby blues crinkle at the corners when your head bobs for the third time.

He leans back in his chair, stretching his long limbs with an exaggerated yawn. “C’mon,” he hums, voice lilting and sweet. “Do I need to carry you?”

You don't answer. You're too tired or maybe you just want to see what he’ll do. And, of course, he does exactly what you expect.

He scoops you up effortlessly, arms sliding beneath your legs and back in one smooth motion. Your body molds against his without resistance, limp from sleep and too much comfort. He’s annoyingly warm. Radiating heat, soft clothed chest solid under your cheek as he carries you to the bedroom.

Satoru giggles. Not once, but in little bursts, like each sleepy twitch of yours and cranky grumbles as you try to make his life harder.

He sets you down on the bed, soft sheets enveloping you in their warmth, hands trailing from your thighs to your hips as he shifts you into place. Those slender fingers, a little calloused at the joints, but always gentle. They slip down at the waistband of your pants with ease, murmuring nonsense as he goes. Small complaints when you don't make his job easier. Kissing your skin between every motion, your temple, your nose, the corner of your mouth.

“You could try cooperating,” he grumbles affectionately, his voice vibrating against your ear. “I’m not undressing you because I want sex, you silly goose, I just want you to be comfy.”

And still, you don’t kiss him back. Brat. Causing him to freeze, his lashes to flutter. His white brows twitch, pinching up in soft annoyance.

“…Did you just not kiss me? Me?” Satoru leans back slightly, arms bracketing your head as he looms above you. “Wow. That’s crazy.”

You should’ve run when you had the chance. Without warning, he straddles your waist, knees caging you in, his ridiculous grin stretching wide across his perfect face. “Guess I’ll just have to punish you.”

Lunges forward, fingers finding your sides, your thighs, your ribs, and god, he’s relentless. Satoru is the worst person to be tickled by. Not just because he’s strong and fast (though both are true), but because he knows exactly where to touch. Reflexes honed from years of battle and used solely, exclusively, to torment you.

You shriek, trying to twist away, but it’s hopeless. He pins you with his whole body, lanky and giggly. His chest presses flush to yours, thighs snug around your hips, and his hands won’t stop moving.

“Where’s my kiss at?” he teases, laughing right in your ear. “Oh? Still nothing? Wow. I guess I gotta tickle you again! What a tragedy!”

You’re breathless by the time he relents, tears at the corners of your eyes from laughing too hard, your body aching from how tightly he held you. He finally settles, lowering himself until he’s practically draped across you, his head nestled under your chin. One arm loops under your back, the other curling protectively over your stomach. All that heat, all that size, and he just melts on top of you like a blanket.

Eventually, when he leans up to steal another kiss - warm breath fanning over your cheek - you give in. Just one. Barely a brush of lips.

He exhales like it’s the first breath he’s taken all night. Nuzzles into your neck with a pleased little whimper. “Mmm. There’s my girl.”

You roll your eyes, but your fingers still find his hair.

[thecmaly]

sugishita kyotaro, absolutely fearless, until--

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