#time drake is ticklish

[tickletastic]

Please, Call Zatanna

Fandom: DC

Ship: Mentioned Birdflash (haven't said this on my previous DC fics, but batcest shippers, please DNI)

Summary: If Dick had a nickel for each time he woke up in Jason's body, he'd have two nickels. At least this time he can take advantage of it.

Strangely, it’s not the first time that Dick has woken up in someone else’s body. Or the second, even. The first time was after a weird mission with the Titans, and he woke up in Bart’s body, buzzing like he was going to die if he didn’t move, starving like he hadn’t eaten in months. The second time, he woke up in Jason’s body, a familiar redhead in the bed next to him, a small child cuddled between him and Roy. He had jolted like he was electrocuted and stumbled to the manor while Lian and Roy still laid peacefully in bed. It was, without a doubt, not the highest on the list of ways that Jason would have liked to come out to his family, but none of them had made a big deal of it. 

That’s all to say that, while nobody expects to wake up in another person’s body, Dick weirdly recognizes the weight he wakes up with, has a muscle memory of throwing the weight around the last time he and Jason ended up in this situation. Last time, Jason’s body had been sore, bruised ribs and two fractured fingers that he hadn’t bothered to mention to anyone. This time, he feels pretty alright other than the ebb of exhaustion encroaching on his alertness, and the dizziness that could likely be contributed to missing a round of meds the previous night. 

He can hear a groan from somewhere down the hall, the clattering of stuff falling to the floor, and predictably, Dick’s own body is dashing through the door. Jason looks beyond fed up, and the only relief is that he hadn’t gone home to Roy and Lian the night before, and that he had somehow, for the second time, avoided Roy seeing him in this embarrassing ass situation. Jason rolls his eyes with a grunt before glaring daggers towards Dick, “what the fuck did you do this time?”

“Me?” Dick gasps, offended, but unsurprised. He has been known to piss off a magician or two from time to time. “It was your fault last time!”

“Was not! How was I even supposed to know there was a witch in Gotham? She wasn’t fuckin’ around in crime alley, I never encounter the weird shit that you and Bruce do!” 

“Master Jason,” a voice says from the hall, Alfred clearing his throat, “language, please.”

“Sorry, Alfie,” Jason sighs, looking down at his hands. 

“Wait,” Dick says, tilting his head to one side, dark brows furrowed, “how’d you know that’s Jason?”

“Consider it an old man’s intuition,” Alfred looks between the two of them, partially flabbergasted that Dick’s body is wearing an expression so vividly Jason, and Jason’s body is wearing one that’s so vividly Dick. “Though I was unaware we were dealing with another magic incident.” 

“We were unaware too,” Dick groans, “I want out of this bulldozer.” Dick makes for the door, grabbing Jason and dragging him non-committedly behind him. They’ll have to call Zatanna again like the last time, and Dick is praying she’s not off-world again. He doesn’t love having to call one of his ex-girlfriends to get him out of embarrassing, avoidable situations, but it could’ve been worse, Wally had begged Dick to stay the night last night, and Dick is suddenly very glad he had said no. 

Jason rolls his eyes, following behind Dick, not making much of an effort to actually walk, “don’t talk about my hard-earned muscle like that.”

When Jason stops in the kitchen, claiming he’s hungry and his pit-stop is Alfred-approved, Dick paces the hall anxiously, hearing constant, numb buzzing in his mind. He remembers the noise from their last body-swap, remembers having to fight off a green haze that nobody else could see. Jason grins when he peeks his head into the hall, but it seems he hasn’t even realized that he’s not hearing the buzz, as if he’s the same with it or without it.  “Chill, dickface. Can you like, eat an egg or something? My body needs protein.”

Dick glares in Jason’s direction, and it almost startles Jason how stern his older brother is able to look in a body that’s not his, “I’m sure you’ll last two hours without a protein bar.”

“Says you, you weigh like three pounds,” Jason jabs, walking into the hallway to follow Dick to the cave. 

“I’m lean,” Dick groans, “you try doing a quadruple front flip with the body of a football player. In fact, I’d love to see you try.”

The cave, as usual, is dark and cold, a breeze seeming to come from nowhere at all. Tim is at the table closest to stairs, slumped over his laptop, eyebags deep and drooping. He has a mountain of Monster cans in front of him, and a coffee pot that Dick is certain Bruce swapped for decaf at some point, though it seems it didn’t matter anyways. Dick shoots him a disappointed look, letting out a tired sigh knowing that he’ll probably have to drug Tim’s tea or something to get him to actually sleep. 

Tim looks startled by the expression, a light blush on his cheeks, and Dick is reminded that he’s not in his body, but in Jason’s. Jason shows his affection through playful aggression, he doesn’t have the oldest sibling instinct to be exhausted by Tim’s shenanigans instead of worriedly amused.

“Timmers,” Dick calls, Jason’s timber voice coming out higher, more cheerful, “is B down here?”

Tim’s brow furrows, and he squints at Dick, His glasses sit low on his nose, and he pushes them up closer, but seems no more satisfied, no less confused. “Uh, I think so. He was like,” Tim takes a moment and looks at the time on his phone, “like two hours ago? I don’t remember him leaving I think?”

“Great, thank you, Timmy!” Dick skips deeper into the cave, and Jason has to physically restrain himself from tackling his own body because of how fucking stupid Dick is making it look. 

Bruce doesn’t look as exhausted as Tim, but he’s certainly getting there, slouched over a pile of files, sifting through them lazily and looking between them and his computer screen. He looks infinitely more exhausted when he looks at his eldest sons, putting his head in his hands and lightly pulling at the ends of his hair, “I will contact Zatanna again.”

“Thanks, B!” Dick exclaims, grinning widely. There’s something dopey about the expression being on Jason’s face, but Bruce still has to look away to hide his own grin at seeing a rare smile on Jason’s face. 

Dick turns back around, heading back towards where Tim was sitting, and Jason watches as Dick throws the younger boy over his shoulder, overestimating Tim’s weight, or, more accurately, underestimating his strength, and having to adjust. 

“Jason, what the f-”

“Not Jason!” Dick quips, pretending to drop Tim, “all thanks to some evil witch or warlock out there.” 

“Even worse,” Tim responds, but he hardly struggles when Dick moves to the stairs, intending to get him to finally sleep after who knows how long awake. 

Jason takes the opportunity to move towards the training area, hoping to try out Dick’s escrima sticks in Dick’s own body. He had tried to use them a few times, when he found them lying around or during the odd training session, but he just didn’t have the nimbleness to make them work, it was all about fists when he was fighting. 

He does a few flips, practices throwing himself around like it’s nothing, grabbing onto things he had never been able to jump to, doing tricks he hasn’t done since his Robin days. When Dick comes back, he watches Jason attempt some sort of backflip, one that lands him facedown on the mat. 

Dick rushes over, grabbing one of Jason’s arms and flipping him over on his back, looking unimpressed when Jason groans, a hand finding his face. “You better not have just bruised my body.”

“Bruised? You’ll be fine, dickhead, I’m sure you’re not made of glass,” Jason replies, rolling onto his side. 

“What hurts? Seriously, Jason, if you messed up my body I’m going to break one of your fingers before Zatanna gets here.”

“Chill!” Jason replies, sitting up, criss-cross in a way that makes this feel like he’s in a primary school class, getting chided by a teacher for spoiling To Kill A Mockingbird for the rest of his class.

“You’re impossible,” Dick sighs, reaching down and reaching for Jason’s ribs to make sure he won’t be feeling pain once he’s back in his body. Jason jolts away with an aborted squeak, swatting at Dick’s hand. 

“Fuck off!” Jason shouts, rolling away from Dick, he stops once he feels far enough away and gapes at Dick, “your body is like, crazy ticklish.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dick replies, waiting to plan his attack.

Jason eyes the room’s exits, figuring out which one could get him as far away as possible. Dick just grins, knowing it won’t matter once he catches Jason, knowing there will be no way for him to actually escape. 

Luckily for Dick, he sees Jason looking shiftily towards the back exit, the one that leads from the training room down the hallway to the medbay. Dick jolts forward and narrowly misses Jason as he runs, making it to the hall. Dick rounds the room to another exit, walking briskly down the hall, and he’s soon cutting off Jason’s path, grinning evilly as he watches Jason contemplate his next move. 

“You know what’s about to happen,” Dick says with a light laugh. 

“Can you ever just leave me alone?” Jason grunts, looking around to bolt again, “you’re so annoying.”

“I legally can’t,” Dick responds, and in seconds he’s tackling Jason to the ground, Jason, who had made the mistake of looking back for an escape route, “I’m your favourite big brother, after all.”

Jason is grappling against Dick’s hold, but he knows it’s over when Dick uses his thighs to pin him down, Jason’s current body no match for his actual one when it comes to strength. He doesn’t even know where to protect, other than the vague ideas he has from when Bruce used to tickle Dick, or he and Dick would get into mostly one-sided tickle fights as children. He moves his arms down to protect Dick’s ribs, but he’s not even sure if they’re Dick’s worst spot, and he’s beginning to realize that Dick knows exactly where to tickle, it’s his body, after all. 

Dick grins, lopsided and playful like he always has when he’s messing with his siblings, and he pretends to think, looking at Jason as he gradually grows more anxious. Dick moves his arms down so they rest limply by his sides, and Jason, noticing that the hands are eerily close to his sides, tries to jerk away. Dick grins, teasingly wiggling fingers next to Jason’s stomach, content when Jason starts to squirm. 

“Whahat thehehe fuhuhuck,” Jason giggles, “why ahaham I laahahaughing?”

Dick blushes faintly, shaking his head, “no way, is this bothering you?”

Jason shakes his head, brows furrowed, “it’s yohohour fuckin’ bohohody, why ihihis thihis getting me?”

“It’s the anticipation,” Dick explains, frustratingly level and calm, despite the pink blush on his cheeks, “I guess my body doesn’t like it.” 

“Yohohou’re tehehlling meHEHE,” Jason shrieks as Dick’s hands finally truly descend, fingers spidering over Jason’s tummy, “DiHIHICK! Stahahp ihihit!” 

“Nope, I’m taking full advantage of this situation, I never tickle you anymore.”

“Behehecause I’d kihihill yohohou!” Jason squeals, hands firmly on Dick’s wrists, not doing enough to push his hands away. Jason doesn’t know enough to predict that Dick is going to go for the sensitive spot between his belly button and left hip bone, but he’s suddenly arching his back, gasping and squealing as he tries to figure out some sort of strategy to defend this body he knows nothing about. 

“Hmm, where should I try next?” Dick thinks out loud, examining Jason’s red face, the smile up to his ears, he shakes his head when Jason insists that he try nowhere, and settles for a spot that will make Jason snort, “you know, I’m pretty bad on my ribs.”

Dick’s fingers wiggle upwards and drill into each rib, and Jason flops between arching his back and falling flat, “Plehehease! Yohohou- yohohu’re stuhuhupidly tihihicklish!”

Dick blushes, but he doesn’t bother denying it, he’s very acquainted with it, “alright, but right now it’s you that’s stupidly ticklish.” 

Dick does a motion that’s something between pinching and spidering on a middle rib, and Jason snorts before falling into hysterical giggles, throwing his head back. When he does the same to the top rib on both sides, Jason shrieks, trying to clamp his arms to his sides. Jason’s face is progressively growing redder and redder, and he can’t seem to figure out a way to predict where Dick will go next, entirely unaware of how ticklish Dick’s body is and where. 

Dick’s tries to put his hands under Jason’s arms, but is unable to because of how strongly Jason’s arms are clamped down at his sides. “Alright, well, you asked for this.”

Dick’s fingers fly down to Jason’s thighs, skittering between his mid thighs and hipbones, and Jason screams, bucking violently, flinging his arms instead of strategizing. “FUHUHUCK- N- DIHIHICK, PLEHEHEASE!”

“I think you can take a little more,” Dick laughs, shaking his head, “I have pretty decent lung capacity.”

Jason has felt Dick tickle him to pieces before, he knows that Dick’s skilled in tickling younger siblings to pieces, tickling all the back-talk and sarcasm and bad moods out of them. He himself has been tickled to tears at the hands of Dick. But this? Jason has never felt so thoroughly tickled before in his entire life. Every spot, every tactic, completely taking him apart. 

When Dick pinches above Jason’s knee, scratching underneath it every few seconds, erratic and unpredictable, Jason’s done for. He descends into wheezy, silent laughter, his hold loosening on Dick’s wrists. 

Dick relents, pulling his hands away as he watches Jason try to catch his breath, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He suddenly looks sheepish, looking off towards the door, “you know, I uh- I actually can’t tell your signs when you’re in my body. Did I go too far?”

Jason waves Dick off with a limp hand before covering his face with his arm, “you do that weird half snort half wheeze thing.”

Dick glares, his voice scandalized, “no I don’t!”

“You so do,” Jason responds, reaching a hand up to taser Dick’s bottom rib. 

Dick snorts, rolling off of Jason, “you’re still ticklish? Why didn’t you try to fight me off?”

“One of us has some self-preservation skills, Dickie,” Jason says with a wink, the expression is completely Jason, even though it’s Dick’s face, “you and I are going to have some fun when this is over.”

Dick pales, laughing nervously. “Uh, did you hear that? I think I heard Bruce call me, I’ll- I-” Dick bolts from the room, leaving with a bright blush. 

Jason just laughs, rolling his eyes. Dick might play the role, but he’s not dumb enough to expose every spot, every tactic that makes him a hysterical mess… Unless, of course, he was looking forward to the revenge.

[superhero--imagines]

Bat Boys on Valentines Day

Dick Grayson

* Made reservations a month ago

* Cross-checked the regular menu and seasonal menu to make sure there were things you’d like and conformed to your dietary preferences

* Surprises you with flowers and a big ticket high-fashion item like a Luis Vuitton bag or a pair of shoes

* When he hands it over the shocked look on your face makes him smile.

* You shower him with kisses in a second.

* “I” *kiss* “love” *kiss* “you” *kiss* “so” *kiss* “much!”

* He laughs at the ticklish feeling and kisses you back when it’s over.

* “No, I love you so much.”

Jason Todd

* He hates crowds and decides to make you a nice pleasant meal at home.

* He decided the menu over a month ago, a full four course meal with curated cocktails, wine and ambiance.

* He ‘borrows’ some fine dining dishes from the manor and sets the table up with candles and a bouquet of flowers.

* “Do you like it?” He asks, nervous and afraid—he cooks for himself all the time but cooking for you makes him afraid beyond belief

* What if you don’t like it? What if you have a secret allergy? What if you never want to talk to him again because he didn’t take you out like a traditional date?

* “I love it! The risotto is so good and, are these truffles?”

* Afterwards he gives you some books he knows you want or that you would like and pressed flower bookmarks that he made himself.

* “Jason Todd, you are my entire heart.”

Tim Drake

* He forgets.

* “I thought Valentine’s Day was always on Thursday!” He shrieks, flipping through the phone book for any restaurant that’ll take you.

* “That’s Thanksgiving Tim.”

* But it’s okay—

* “Shit, you think dominos will still deliver today?” You shout from the other side of the room.

* —because you forgot too.

* You have pizza in bed while watching movies and cuddling.

* “This isn’t the worst right?” He asks.

* “Any day with quality time with you is a good day.” You mumble after a yawn, cuddling into his chest as he flushed bright pink.

Duke Thomas

* Classic Dinner and a Movie

* You guys haven’t been dating for long so he doesn’t want to scare you off with anything intense.

* You end up goofing around too long at the arcade connected to the movie theatre and missing your reservation slot.

* You end up getting soft pretzels and sitting by the lake.

* “Honestly, I think this is way better than eating at a French restaurant.”

* He laughs, “any time with you is a good one.”

Damian Waybe

* It’s a three person date — You, Damian, and Titus.

* You go for a walk around the lake, playing with Titus and jokingly splashing each other, and then a picnic on the grassy bluff above.

* “It’s pretty quiet today, huh?”

* “Everyone’s probably at the new french restaurant downtown.” He holds out a dipped strawberry for you which you bite into.

* “The one you can pronounce?”

* You laugh at his frown, pressing a kiss to his cheek, only to laugh again when Titus nudges you with his nose and places his head in your lap with a wagging tag.

* “Of course I didn’t forget you, kisses for Titus too!”

Bonus:

Bruce Wayne

* Wines and dines and sixty-nines you

* He’s probably got a standing reservation at the best restaurant in the city on account of the fact that he’s richer than god

* Gets a private room or balcony that overlooks the city so you have privacy but also the glitz and glam of a night out

* Already called ahead of time and got the chef to make your favorite dinner—just for you

* As a gift he gives you six orgasms in a row a cute little diamond accessory with his initial in gold.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Vampire Wedding Part 2

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

After Drake's proposal, he again took me on a boat to a cave on a small island.

Drake: "The place we're heading to is further in. It's dark, so should we hold hands, or should I carry you?"

Mitsuki: "H-Hold hands, please."

As we exchanged these words and moved forward,

Mitsuki: "Is that an altar?"

Deep within the cave, a structure seemingly carved from rock stood quietly.

Drake: "This is a church known only to pirates."

Mitsuki: "Only pirates?"

Drake: "A long time ago, churches were built here and there to mourn their dead comrades and hold weddings."

Drake: "This is one of those."

Mitsuki: "Wow, so there are many places like this."

Listening to Drake's explanation, I looked around.

Mitsuki: "It's kind of surprising. I thought pirates didn't really believe in gods."

Drake: "That's not true. The goddess of the sea is quite jealous, you know?"

While lowering the large luggage he had carried from the ship, he smiled wryly.

Drake: "If I don't pledge my love properly in front of the goddess, she'll sink our ship."

Drake: "So if I'm going to marry you, it has to be here."

(We're really having the wedding tonight.)

While I was in a daze, he beckoned me over.

Drake: "Come here, Mitsuki. A bride needs to get ready."

Mitsuki: "But I haven't prepared anything."

Feeling ticklish at the word "bride," I hesitated, but he gave me a mischievous smile.

Drake: "I told you, didn't I? You just need to let yourself be swept away by me."

Drake: "Naturally, everything is prepared, including the dress."

As he said this, he opened the luggage, and I saw a pure white wedding dress and various sparkling accessories.

Mitsuki: "Wow!"

The delicate beauty of the dress and the dazzling sparkle of the accessories took my breath away.

Mitsuki: "It's beautiful! Thank you, Drake!"

Mitsuki: "But can I really put on this dress by myself?"

Drake: "Leave it to me, fawn."

He took the dress and held it up against my body.

Drake: "It's my privilege alone to make you beautiful."

Drake: "I'll make you the most beautiful bride in the world, Mitsuki."

True to his words, Drake skillfully helped me put on the dress and accessories.

Drake: "All done. What do you think?"

My reflection in the mirror looked glamorous, like a completely different person from just moments ago.

Mitsuki: "It feels like a dream."

(As expected of Drake, the dress and accessories fit my taste perfectly.)

Drake: "I almost mistook you for a princess from somewhere. It suits you very well."

Before I knew it, he had finished getting dressed and looked at me.

Behind his eyes, there was a shimmering heat, perhaps due to the full moon.

Mitsuki: "Drake, are you okay? Are you in pain?"

Drake: "I've had more than enough blanc, so I'm good."

Drake: "But you're so beautiful that it's making me restless."

He let out a sigh, as if holding something back.

(Even now, he's like this. What more if he's already drunk my blood?)

Mitsuki: "Hey, even without a blood oath, I—"

He pressed his finger against my lips, cutting off my words.

Drake: "I told you. It's what I want."

Drake: "And I won't lose control and hurt you."

He smiled reassuringly and extended his hand.

Drake: "Now, shall we begin our private wedding?"

Mitsuki: "Okay!"

Standing in front of the altar, Drake lifted my veil.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

His eyes, looking straight at me, reflected only me.

Drake: "From now on, my soul will always be with you."

Drake: "Even if I'm swallowed by the storm and sink to the bottom of the sea, my soul will return only to you."

Quietly, his solemn vow etched a strong determination deep within my heart.

Drake: "Will you be the place I return to, Mitsuki?"

With as much determination as his, I gazed back into his aquamarine eyes.

Mitsuki: "Yes."

Mitsuki: "Even if we are separated in the future, my soul will always be with you."

Mitsuki: "Thes place I will always return to is by your side, Drake."

As I spoke, filled with overwhelming happiness and love, he smiled warmly.

Drake: "By the seven seas, I swear, you are mine forever."

He lifted my left hand and brought his face closer.

Drake: "And I will be yours forever, Mitsuki."

His whispered words were followed by a sharp pain as his fangs pressed against my ring finger.

Mitsuki: "Ah..."

The pain was followed by a tingling pleasure that spread throughout my body.

I shivered involuntarily, and he pulled me close, his breath coming out in rough gasps.

Drake: "I was prepared for it, but your blood really is exceptional."

His body, as he murmured longingly, was hot, and his heart pounded like a drum.

Mitsuki: "Drake, are you okay一Mmph."

Before I could finish, his hot lips covered mine.

Drake: "You should worry about yourself more than me, Mitsuki."

Despite his light tone, his voice was filled with heat, and he continued to devour my lips.

The repeated kisses fueled the pleasure I'd felt from my finger earlier, and I clung to him, seeking more of that heat.

Mitsuki: "Mmph... ha, so hot..."

When our lips finally parted, I was utterly drained, leaning heavily against him.

Drake: "Now we've got the sea goddess's approval."

He looked at me, a ferocious aura surrounding him.

Drake: "So, it's alright if I savor you to the fullest, right?"

Drake: "Let me take everything from you."

His eyes, filled with a heat strong enough to make me melt, were breathtakingly seductive.

Mitsuki: "Yes. Take everything."

Shivering with the joy of being desired, I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung tightly.

Trembling with the joy of being desired, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly.

Mitsuki: "Take everything, Drake. My husband."

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Brotherly love

A/N: Hi @13phantom13angel13, I am your squealing santa this year! As an avid batboys fan, I really hope you enjoy what I wrote and that I did them justice. Happy December!

Summary: After a mission doesn't fit up to Red Robin's standards, it's up to Jason to step up to his big brother role.

Word count: 549

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“I hate to be that guy, but I’m the angsty one here. So I’m gonna need you to stop'' Jason spoke, leaning against Tim’s door frame. The latter sulked in bed after his latest mission. In a house full of egocentric detectives, any small mistake seemed like the end of the world.

In true Drake fashion, he didn’t bother communicating, simply huffed and crossed his arms. Laying on his side, facing away from his older brother. If facial expressions made noise, the whole mansion would’ve heard Jason’s aggressive eye roll. 

This was definitely the moment where he’d walk away, but for some reason, his legs stayed cemented in place. As much as he hated being the ‘caring’ older brother, he can’t just let poor Tim sulk, right? So with a groan, Jason made his way in, sitting at the foot of the bed. 

“C’mon, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad”.

“Easy for you to say, you weren’t there!” The younger’s voice grew in intensity before falling flat once more. “Just leave me alone…”.

Well, talking it out sure didn’t work, time for plan B: do things the Jason way. All that time learning to torment his brothers wasn’t left in vain, as it came handy whenever one of them fell a bit too stubborn. 

So with a sigh, Jason casually got up, making Tim believe he was finally leaving, only to suddenly be pinned on his own bed. Back pressed against the mattress and hands held firmly above his head.

“You seriously think I’m gonna let you sulk all by yourself? You’re even dumber than I thought” 

“I’m not dumb— W-wahait! Not thahahat!” whatever anger Tim felt was quickly dissolved into light titters, as strong fingers started to drag up and down his side. 

“See? Much better. A smile suits you more” Jason couldn’t help form a grin of his own, watching the younger robin slowly losing his composure. Trying to endure and act tough, only to fall back and give in to the laughter.

“Stohop it! I’m seherious- Gyah!! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Jahahason!” Red Robin let out a flustered whine, trying to shield his ever-growing red face behind his bound arm. His body desperately trying to wiggle away as Red Hood’s tickly fingers danced all over his abdomen.

“Not a chance! When’s the last time you let loose and had a good laugh? Either way, I’m changing that now~”

An ear-shattering squeal erupted from the younger brother when Jason started scratching at the soft spot below his navel. 

“EEEEK! PFFT! NAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I CAHAHAN’T!” poor Tim gasped and wheezed in uncontrollable laughter. Words falling deaf as he desperately tried telling Jason to stop. 

After a few more squeals and cries of ticklish agony did Jason finally let up. Allowing Tim to take in a well-deserved breath. 

Once the happy rush passed, an awkward silence fell upon the boys. Jason cleared his throat, about to head out, before being stopped by a small ‘wait’ from Tim.

“I- uhh… just wanted to say, thanks for that…” the young robin didn’t bother meeting the older one’s gaze. It wasn’t everyday they had such a pure, brotherly moment.

“No problem, Timmers” Jason shot back with a soft smile before walking out. Maybe acting like an older brother wasn’t so bad after all.

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[anxious-lee]

|| Darkwing Duck Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: this show is so freaking wholesome and an untapped goldmine for tickle scenarios

@ticklish-ghost-archive i saw your darkwing duck tickle art you posted and just wanted to share this with you in case you were still interested in this fandom

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Drake Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

- can't believe I get to say this but he is CANONICALLY TICKLISH

- this dude (much like his '17 variant) is a chaotic switch. everything about him is chaotic

- doesn't tickle as often as he gets tickled

- has breathy belly laughter

- can admit that he's ticklish if he's not feeling self conscious about it. like if no one asks him, he can admit it pretty casually if it's relevant. but if someone asks him like "are you ticklish? 😏" he'll go into full denial. and there is NO winning that battle

- will NEVER admit verbally that he enjoys being a lee. being a ler, maybe. but never the lee

- worst spot is his belly. 1. bc bellies are adorable and they're my favorite and 2. bc when archie the spider was under DW's clothes tickling him, he said "that's my special spot" at the same time he curled into a ball, seemingly trying to protect his middle

- only two people who get to tickle him are gosalyn and launchpad. he seems to be a very closed off person anyway so letting someone get so close as to tickle him is not something that happens often

- with how obsessed he is with his image and never showing vulnerability, it's a HUGE act of trust for him to let himself be tickled

- lee moods drive him crazy. he could be listening to J. Gander talk about the most fascinating case in the world and all he would be thinking about is dem tïĉķľĕs

- when he gets in these moods, he becomes a needy cat. just sprawling onto launchpad's lap or pushing his feet up against him. acting bratty won't get him what he wants because he acts bitchy all the time. you would hardly be able to tell the difference

- launchpad (bless his heart) is not the brightest bulb so these hints are pretty lost on him. "oh sorry DW, d'ya want me to scootch over?", "gee DW you sure are cuddly today", etc

- (darkwing never can tell if LP's stringing him along on purpose or if he's really just that dense)

- eventually DW has to resort to going "hey lp... um... would'ya mind.. uh-you know... doing the *wriggles fingers* thing?"

- and launchpad smiles big and warm and says "aw, of course DW, climb on over here"

- ADORES being tickled by launchpad, it's his favorite thing

- darkwing does the Jim CummingsTM hoot-laugh when it really tickles. he finds it SO humiliating and damaging to his suave and mysterious image, so he tries to hold it in. launchpad loves it however and knows how badly his partner needs a laugh every now and then, so he'll try to coax it out of him; "aw DW, I heard that laugh~. just let it all out and you'll feel better. i know it really tickles~"

- ^ it always works eventually, and launchpad's right; DW does feel better afterwards

- he doesn't ever need tickles from gosalyn because, you know, that's his CHILD. so when gos tickles him, it's because SHE wants to play and he obliges happily

- gosalyn remembers how ticklish her dad is from when they first met and uses that to her advantage when they play. his saving grace? he knows her tickle spots too

- as a ler, his greatest asset is his unpredictability. he's clever, he's eccentric, he's thinks on his feet, and he'll try anything to make his lee laugh

- SADISTIC TICKLER

- RUN

- teases with silly baby talk (as he's shown to do in the series anyway); "d'aww is someone giggly because I found their tickle spot?" "coochiecoochiecoochiecoochiecoooo~" "I think someone's ticklish~"

- OR alternatively, oblivious teases; "what was that, I can't hear you over that laughing sound?"

- tickles gosalyn when she goes overboard with the smack talk. eventually DW catches on that she's goading him on purpose to get tickled, but he pretends not to notice. He loves it, too. you called me old and dorky? well I'd say that deserves a tickly sentence 😈

- will actually threaten her with raspberries if she doesn't settle down for bed. as expected, she ignores the threats completely, and doesn't fight that hard when it's time for her comeuppance

- tickling launchpad is a lot easier because he's not as spunky as gos and also he's a BTG (Big Ticklish Giant)

- not only that, but he's easier to trap; "say LP, be a lamb and grab the sugar on the top shelf for me?" works every time

- as cold and aloof as darkwing pretends to be, seeing launchpad, the sun in his universe, laugh and smile is like pure ecstasy for him. that's why he loves to tickle him

- doesn't bother with starting out slow, he just gets straight to the big laughter

- surprisingly very encouraging and supportive of launchpad whilst tickling him. if he notices LP getting a little too hysterical, he'll ease up just a little and say "you're doing great, LP. couple more minutes and we'll stop ok?"

- "DEEDOUBLEYUHUHUHUH!"

"yes~?"

"IHIHIT TICKLES!"

"i know it does buddy, just take it all in. or... we can stop if you want"

"..."

"I thought so"

- gives LP lots of gentle aftercare (tell no one)

Launchpad Mcquack

- launchpad is a ler-leaning switch

- gets more delight out of making those around him laugh than receiving it himself, because as we know, LP doesn't need the extra help in feeling cheerful, that just his default attitude

- his only frequent lees are darkwing and gosalyn; id say he tickles them both an equal amount

- launchpad is gosalyn's best playmate (and the fun parent) so plenty of times, he's pulled out the ol tickle monster shtick that worked on him when he was little. but surprise surprise, gos is not like most kids. she overtakes him fairly easily despite his size, and once you get him laughing, he's done for. darkwing will come upon the two of them in the living room, with launchpad down on the floor and gosalyn wrecking his shit, and have to separate them before gos gets carried away (LP doesn't mind, he's proud of the little tike)

- has a booming belly laugh that goes quiet after a few minutes. don't worry though, this isn't a sign that he needs a break, it's his good laugh. one should be worried if he starts cackling wildly and manically, THATS when he's at his limit. or when he says uncle

- loves tickling his pal darkwing. he doesn't get to see DW relax that often, let alone laugh, so the moments when the masked hero wriggles around and giggles in his arms are very precious to LP

- knows that darkwing likes it and also knows that he's embarrassed about it, but doesn't understand why

- also understands that while DW outwardly presents as having solidified confidence, inside he is very unsure of himself and struggles with being anything less than incredible. although LP thinks DW is ALWAYS incredible, he knows that his partner doesn't see it that way. little tickle sessions are a way to prove to DW that he is beautiful and perfect and worth it by just being himself. no mask and cape necessary

- makes sure DW is comfortable and relaxed the whole time

- teases with compliments; "you have such a nice laugh", "you're quite a fighter aren't ya?", "aren't you just the cutest thing on the planet? i think you are~", etc

- ^ compliments fluster darkwing to his wits end (face goes red, stammering out retorts) (ironic isn't it?)

- ACTUALLY CANNOT STOP PRAISING DARKWING

- will not tickle darkwing unless he outwardly asks for it (as outwardly as he can anyway)

- a very gentle tickler

- the kind of ler to cuddle AND tickle

- tickling to him is about playing in a safe environment

- sometimes (just like darkwing), he needs to be tickled too as a pick-me-up, or a display of comfort

- but as we see in the show, launchpad isn't too good at asking for what he needs, so he sits quietly and suffers until someone makes it a point to check on him. DW is aware of this and makes it his priority to detect any signs of hurt feelings or depressed moods ("why so glum, chum?" - Star Crossed Circuits)

- if LP looks like he could use a good tickling, DW will beat around the bush, without directly asking if he wants tickles: "you know, launchpad, you look like you could use some cheering up. me and my friends here *raises wiggling fingers* could help you if you need it". and while that sounds like a tease, when DW says it here, it's completely genuine, his friend is upset and he wants to fix it

- when darkwing gets the ok from launchpad, then he goes into full tickle monster mode

- getting tickled by darkwing makes LP feel very loved, because he does think very highly of his partner, and being taken care of by him instead of the other way around is very therapeutic

- his worst spot is his armpits

- darkwing'll stray just a little too close to those hollows and launchpad will cry out joyfully "NOHOT THE ARMPIHIHITS" to which darkwing responds "ohoho, YES the armpits!"

- talking about tickling is about as easy as it is for most people: can say the word all day long but gets a bit sheepish when asked about his own ticklishness

- doesn't really get lee/ler moods. he's just happy when the moment arises

- best tickle technique as a ler is squishes

- family tickle fights with all three of them are his favorite. it really solidifies the feeling that they're a family

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This was a very self-indulgent list for me, but I hope you all like it too 🫶

[stormcried]

@overangeled Cont of X

"A-Angel! Fuck're y'doin!?" Drake tried to squirm and thrash against Angel's tickling onslaught! He's never had anyone tickle him like such in a long time and Drake's unused to this kind of affection. Still, he's going to snort and giggle from the tickling. How does one have a ticklish side when they're made of molten rock and magma? Best not to question the specifics. Drake's laughter emitting in the hotel hallway as Angel is doing this. "I-I'll k-kill y-hahaha!" Drake couldn't even finish his damn sentence!

[achillestickler]

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Last week I decided that because I'd had so much fun drawing Papa Smurf being tickled, he really should get his revenge. In "Revenge of the Smurfs" the tickle's on the other smurf! Gargamel can't STAND it on his feet! Also that week, a look back at "Stay Away From Sue" in which Mr. Fantastic had enough of Namor's flirting with his wife and decided to teach him a ticklish lesson. Namor deserves it for parading around barefoot in a speedo all the time...

This week I locked poor Drake Bell into the dreaded "Box of Shame" for some foot tickle torment. Last month I did a podcast interview with the Bisexual Fetishist (link to the episode below) and he had mentioned how much he wanted to see Drake get the treatment. Also this week, a look back at "StraTOES", one of my favorite older drawing. I was always a huge fan of the Masters of the Universe, especially of Stratos who runs around barefoot and covered in feathers. Of course he needed tickling!

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[lunaxriax]

“I’m knocking on doors regularly at times eh.” He laughed a bit. “I’ll work on breaking the habit. Hell I even knock on my own door at times.” Drake laughed more admitting. The officer smiled wide kissing her back as she took it and put it on. Walking over he stood in his cop stance that was more comfortable for the buckles on his thighs while he reached to remove the tags from the back of it. “It’s all yours, I won’t be coming to take it back. However my band ones you have I’d like them they are old so just treasure them while in your hands.” He smiled looking towards her. “I’ll still fight you though.” He playfully said whilst grabbing and tickling her sides.

"You can knock on anyone's door if you'd like, but here you can just waltz right in. Also you have a key, I didn't give it so you can knock on my door. Okay but now I want to see you knock on your own door." She chuckled with amusement, doing a little twirl once she had put the hoodie on. "How do I look? I think I'm going to walk around in this one often. Well, preferably just the hoodie. You better not take it back because I've claimed it as mine now." She nodded firmly and smiled at him. "I'll take very good care of them, I promise. Because they are a treasure." She raised a brow for a moment yet ended up laughing when he started tickling her sides, squirming a little. "Drake! That's so not a fair fight at all - you know I'm ticklish."

[13phantom13angel13]

I LOVE you writing! Could I request a fic with Lee! Dick Grayson or Lee!tim drake? <3

Aw! Thank you so much! 😭 You have blessed my crops with such kind words! (I know that made no sense lol) But you sure got it, friend!

Author’s Note: I couldn’t decided which one to do, so…you get two for the price of one! I hope you enjoy!

Brotherly Sparring

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Training sucked. No matter how much Tim knew he had to do it to stay in top shape, it was his least favorite thing to do. However, Tim couldn’t say no when Dick asked him to a sparring match; even going as far as pulling out the puppy eyes. Tim was a sucker for the puppy eyes, dammit.

Tim grunted as he was slammed into the mat yet again. He groaned as he rolled over to get back up to his feet.

“Geez, Dick. Take it easy, will you?”

Dick smirked as he bounced on his toes. “Come on, Timmers! It’s like you’re not even trying! At least put up some sort of fight!”

Tim glowered at his older brother, because he was right. Tim wasn’t putting up much of a fight. Probably because he didn’t want to be sparring right now. Damn Dick and his damn puppy eyes. Tim sighed as he ran a hand through his hair before being tackled to the mat. This time, Dick pinned him with his arms above his head, held together by the wrist in one of Dick’s hands.

“Yo! What the hell, man!?” Tim exclaimed as he struggled to free himself from his evil brother’s grasp. Dick gave him the biggest shit eating grin he’s ever seen. He audibly gulped.

“You won’t put up a fight on your own, Timmy. So, I’m gonna make you.” Dick responded, wiggling the fingers of his free hand at him. Tim’s eyes widened. Oh no…

“No no no no no! Dick, don’t!” Tim struggled harder. “Don’t you dare tickle me!”

Dick’s smile twisted into a sadistic smirk. “Nah. I think I will.” With that, his fingers descended upon his little brother’s side.

Tim burst into bright giggles, attempting to evade his brother’s fingers.

“Dihihihick! Knohohohock it ohohohohoff!”

“I will when you fight me like a man!” Dick declared as he tickled up Tim’s ribs towards his armpit. Tim REALLY started to thrash then. His laughter came in harsh waves; getting louder and higher pitched the further up Dick tickled.

“NOHOHOHO!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

“Not where? Not…here!?” With that, Dick released Tim’s hands and started to tickle his underarms. Tim. LOST. IT.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIHIHIT!!! DICK STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!! YOU ASSHOLE!!!” Tears started to form in his eyes as his face turned red.

Dick gasped in mock shock. “Did I just hear our sweet little Timmers swear!? The travesty!”

“SHUHUHUHT UHUHUHUP!” Tim growled through his laughter, and in a last ditch effort to free himself, he launched his hands up for a counter attack, connecting with his brother’s sides. Dick yelped in surprise, falling off of Tim in the process.

Tim took that as his opportunity to strike. So he clambered up on to Dick’s shins and proceeded to squeeze his thighs.

Oh dear.

Dick was thrown into screaming laughter as Tim attacked his worst spot.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHMMY!!! MEHEHEHEHERCY!!!” Dick thrashed around, hard. Tim was almost thrown off of him a couple of times but kept at it. He wasn’t going to let his eldest brother get away with tickling him during training. Not this time. However, he did move spots so Dick didn’t actually die from laughing so hard.

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll stop!” He stated as he tickled Dick’s stomach. Dick giggled helplessly, tears of mirth trickling down his flushed cheeks.

“Ohohohkahahahay! Okay! I’m sohohohohrry!”

“Now say I win.”

“Tihihihim!”

“Say it!” Tim demanded as he tickled his sides, causing Dick to giggle harder.

“You wihihihin! Now stahahahahap!”

Tim gave a nod of satisfaction and climbed off of him, helping him sit up in the process. Dick giggled breathlessly for a moment before finally calming down.

“Man…you’re ruthless.” He stated, playfully nudging Tim. He chuckled softly.

“What can I say? When I have two asshole older brothers, I tend to learn from the best.” He gave Dick a cheeky smile. Dick had to laugh at that.

“Fair enough. Come on. All this laughing made me hungry.”

Tim rolled his eyes affectionately at him as they stood. “Of course it did.”

At least the rest of the evening was spent in relative peace.

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I hope you enjoyed this piece between two of my favorite batboy gremlins! ❤️

[tickletastic]

Kon tickling tim with his powers is big brain thinking. Like I think while dick is the most widely known for being ticklish tim gets tickled wayyyyyy more but for different reasons. Like he struggles to take care of himself once he becomes obsessed with something and sometimes the only way to get him to concede is to tickle him Boneless. Raspberries, nibbles? Make him go insane and as much as kon likes using his powers it's more fun for him to wrestle him down and slowly lower his head to his ribs and watch the infamous tim drake scream at him while giggling hysterically. Tim also can't handle teasing and almost everyone around him is good at it?? Like he hates when kon is using his powers and calling him pretty when he laughs, or or dick making him snort on purpose and cooing at him makes him want to combust. Everyone has come to the conclusion he must like being tickled because he never learns but no one is 100% except the Kent's. They can hear ur heartbeat and know when everyone is lying.

YES YES YES YES YES

Like obviously dick is crazy ticklish, but i think tim might even be worse, and he absolutely can’t pretend that he’s not. he cannot hold in a single giggle and every single method, without fail, gets him bad. he would never admit it for the sake of his pride, and because he thinks he’s smarter than that and better at hiding it, but he definitely likes it, and when he and kon are alone he feels comfortable enough to let himself go. i think he’s so quick to go jelly when kon is around that the two of them have been caught a few times, tim tickled silly on a couch in titan tower, his cowl half off his face, or in the library at wayne manor when jason goes to get a new book after returning one he just finished, kon softly tickling tim until he’s all giggles and soft edges.

[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

Part #2

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Sometimes both sides are in the wrong.

Warnings: More angst, mentions of substance, gaslighting!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests!

(Y/N) isn’t one to feel jealous easily.

When she dated a certain boy from her school a few years ago, she wasn’t even phased when she had found him kissing another girl at a party.

She simply didn’t care.

But the aching feeling in her when she saw her current boyfriend sniffing a line on the back of a random girl with the perfect house and the perfect clothes and the-

“(Y/N), do you want to come down to the beach with us?”

(Y/N) finally looks up from her novel in which she wasn’t even reading in the first place. Her mind was somewhere else, and her thoughts weren’t put in the context of the book.

“No. I’m not feeling well.”

JJ sighs, fixing his cap backwards and placing himself beside her. He looks over her lap, reading the first few lines of the book his sister’s reading and sighs. 

“I never read, so I do not understand how this whole novel thing works. But I’m pretty sure reading about getting over a breakup won’t do you any good.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, snapping her book with a shut. The last thing she ever wants is for JJ to lecture her. She had enough bawling her eyes the past 2 weeks. 

“What time are you supposed to go again? Go.”

She’s grateful, of course, for JJ. He was there for her the whole 2 weeks when she didn’t feel like eating or taking a shower or anything that involved getting out of the bed.

But she feels better now, her hair perfectly up in a hairdo and the red color of her cheeks returning.

She’s not sad anymore.

The feeling evolves into anger.

Of course, (Y/N).

You’re nothing but a pogue.

If there’s one thing Obx is famous for, that will be the annual bonfire. It’s an excuse for every teenager on the island to let loose and to free themselves after a year of studying.

For (Y/N), it’s just another party for Rafe to ignore her.

But she’s not coming down to the beach with him a few distance away, hell, she doesn’t even know if he’s coming.

“What the fuck! You told me you’re not coming,” JJ laughs, giving his sister a side hug. “You look good. You don’t look pale anymore.”

“I’m gonna be sick if you keep saying nice things to me,” (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though her insides are beaming. JJ has always been her number one supporter, and she loves her brother with all her heart.

“Just don’t go to the other side of the beach, okay? All your friends are here.”

And we’re back to him protecting her.

She gets it, really, but she doesn’t feel like a night full of JJ and his friends becoming some sort of bodyguards to her.

The last thing she ever wants is for Rafe to think she’s still weak.

“J, I know.”

He holds both of his hands up, “I’m just saying. I’m by the fire if you ever need me, okay?”

It’s funny how the boy who cried to her over his scraped knee is the same boy who’s trying his best to protect her. Growing up in a dysfunctional family, all (Y/N) and JJ has is each other. 

(Y/N) walks to the music booth, getting so tired over the same artist being played over and over again. She doesn’t feel like listening to Drake all while trying to forget a certain brunette boy from the back of her head.

“Hey, can I get something different? Play the Euphoria soundtrack if you must. Anything other than the songs you’re playing.”

The DJ looks up to her and gives out the widest grin. (Y/N) tries to look away from the charming smile, but her eyes are glued to a pair of blue ones.

“Not a fan of Drake?”

“Nah.”

“Why? Trying to move on from an ex?”

She gulps, “No. Just have a good taste in music.”

The guy licks his teeth, “Touche. The name’s Nate.”

(Y/N) gives him a small grin, “Hm. Can we change the song now?”

Nate raises a brow because god; no one has ever disregard him. 

There’s something about the girl.

“Is Party In The USA good enough for you, princess?”

Her breath hitches. The last time someone has ever called her princess was probably a few weeks ago. 

This is not helping her to get over him.

“Whatever. You’re the DJ, right?” she answers, turning on her heels. “Oh wait, Nate?”

He smiles at her again, and (Y/N) has the urge to slap the smug look off his face.

“Don’t call me princess. You’re not my boyfriend.”

For the past 40 minutes, no Drake song has been playing. The crowd begins filling the empty space in the middle to dance with each other, and (Y/N) has to look away from the couple getting close and leaving kisses down each other’s necks.

She makes her way down to the drinks counter to get herself a beer because she really doesn’t feel like watching another friend of hers kissing their partners while sober. She decides that if she has to stay for another hour of people making out with each other, it’s better if she’s intoxicated.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) turns her back, expecting to see a drunk friend of hers, but the sight of the same DJ from before greets her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not asking you to change the music.”

“I know, I guess I started off wrong just now. Let me reintroduce myself. You deserve to know the real me.”

(Y/N) laughs, because this whole thing sounds like something out of a corny Netflix movie. He’s cute, sure, but she’s just not interested.

He removes the beanie he’s been wearing all night, revealing a blonde buzz cut underneath. (Y/N) tries not to stare.

Okay. Screw cute. He’s handsome. 

“Hi, I’m Nate. I’m from New York, and I just moved here.”

She smiles, finally, because he fits the exact image she has of every male teenager in New York. Blonde buzz cut, an unbuttoned blue shirt with a peak of his toned body underneath, and a pair of red shorts. 

A new kook.

“Nate, your kind and I don’t match. You’re a kook.”

He scrunches his face, “They’ve been telling me that shit since the first week I’ve been here-” he steps closer, and (Y/N) can smell his expensive cologne. It’s not the same one she favors on Rafe, but it’s close. “-don’t tell me you believe that stuff.”

Oh.

She grins, “I’m not rich, Nate.”

“So?”

Oh.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she smiles, extending her hand. Nate beams, because finally, after a whole night of watching her from his booth, she finally expresses the most beautiful smile there is. 

“(Y/N), I feel like we’re going to get closer soon.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a Drake’s fan either.”

. . .

(Y/N)’s hesitant. 

She doesn’t believe him in one bit, not even when he flashes her the most charming smile ever. 

But he’s not afraid to show her off. She went on a date with him a few nights ago, and she distanced herself from him upon the entrance of the restaurant.

“What the fuck are you doing? C’mere.”

(Y/N) looked up to him, “You don’t have to stay near with me.”

Nate turned to her with a confused expression. “Why? I’m buying you dinner, remember?”

He held her hands in his, and she let him.

Nate pokes her side and suppresses a giggle when she yelps from the sudden touch. He fails, however, when she falls from his bed onto the floor. 

“You’re too ticklish,” he says and helps her up to her feet. Her eyes wander to the band posters on his wall again, being so amazed and surprised by this boy’s taste in music and movies.

“I don’t even listen to half of the bands you listen to,” she says finally, pulling herself down to the empty space beside him. “Do you know who’s Ariana Grande?”

Nate rolls his eyes, “Ha-ha. No. I don’t. Is she the one who sang Despacito or something?”

(Y/N) laughs and her heart suddenly soars. She feels at ease, and there’s lightness in the air, even when they’re in public.

(Y/N) stands up, taking the full room into view again, and walks to the shelf full of pictures of Nate and his family. There’s a picture of him in a soccer jersey, a picture of him playing the drums and then an electric guitar, and-

“Oh my god, is this your girlfriend?” (Y/N) exclaims, picking up a photo frame with a beautiful brunette girl smiling back at her. “She’s so pretty.”

“(Y/N), put it back,” Nate rolls his eyes, standing up from the comfort of his bed and walking towards her. (Y/N) laughs, liking the way his eyebrows scrunch in distress and hides the photo frame behind her.

“(Y/N). . . I’m not playing.”

“No one is playing, Nate,” she laughs, taking a few steps back as he motions forward. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart back in NYC, Nate.”

“(Y/N), put it back.”

(Y/N) pulls a confused expression, “Put what back?” she brings the frame forward, and expressed a fake sigh. “Oh, this? I was just checking this out-” Nate charges for her and she squeals, running towards the end of his room and watching as he runs in her direction. She panics, looking around for a place to hide, and as her eyes meet his bed, Nate has the same idea in his head.

He pushes her over his bed so she topples over, the frame still in her hands. She yelps, leaving the frame alone and using both of her hands to push his chest away. 

Nate hovers over her, being so close he can smell her sweet scent now, and she looks so good under his yellow lights and in his bed and that goddamn smirk on her face-

“Is she your girlfriend, Nate?”

“None of your concern, princess,” he answers. Her eyes snap down to the cross dangling from his neck, and he can’t do this anymore; not when she looks so pretty under his gaze.

(Y/N) can feel the sudden change in the air now, and the chasing game they’ve been playing suddenly doesn’t look like a chasing game.

He’s like a predator waiting to attack. 

(Y/N)’s eyes look up to him again. “Is she your girlfriend?”

And he connects his lips with her. She gasps from the sudden touch, but after a few seconds, he can feel her kissing him back. 

And for once, she feels okay again. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her and letting his warmth engulfing her.

She feels at peace.

“Rafe,” she whispers, letting the blonde boy trails down to her neck.

Nate pulls away, his lips sore and red after their brief makeout session.

Chest heaving, he steps away. “Rafe?”

(Y/N) sits up, groaning and fixing her hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I don’t mean that, Nate, I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”

Nate pulls a disgusted face, and it’s the same look Rafe had put in the party a few weeks ago to her and she can feel herself losing again. 

“I’m going out. You can stay here if you want.”

“Nate-”

The door closes behind him, and (Y/N) groans. 

Way to go, (Y/N).

. . .

She hates how bad she feels for Nate.

He has been nothing but a total sweetheart to her, and there she was; moaning another guy’s name and letting him walked out of his own home.

So that’s the core reason as to why she’s standing outside of his house at 10 p.m. on a Friday, letting the heavy rain soaks her whole outfit because of course she would forget to bring an umbrella.

She knocks again, with her fists this time, because she’s certain he hadn’t heard her. For a moment, she’s afraid his father or mother would open the door but after remembering how they’re going to be away for a business trip, she sighs in relief. 

The door opens midway of her banging on the door, revealing a shirtless Nate with nothing but green sweatpants complimenting his legs.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” he groans, tugging her arms in and closing the door after her. (Y/N) attacks him in a tight hug, slightly shivering from the cold rain outside, and after a few seconds, Nate hugs her back.

“You’re okay?”

“Can we talk in your room?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

(Y/N) doesn’t let him give any excuse and she pulls him into the living room, but before she can reach the space, he pulls her to a halt.

“Hey, we can’t go there, I’m kinda, um, doing something. What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “Nate, I’m so sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it when I called you someone else’s name and that’s the stupidest thing I ever did but please don’t go, okay? You’re all I have.”

Nate laughs, “God, you’re really worried about that? I get it, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is, really. But tell me one thing, though-” he pulls her arms, and pins her against the wall. (Y/N) smiles, staring into his blue orbs. “Is this Rafe more handsome than me?”

“Hey man, we really can’t wait-” a voice starts from the direction of the living room, and before (Y/N) can move away, the voice rings again. “Ah. Of course.”

Oh my god.

She misses him too much. His hair is messier than ever, his eyes bloodshot and his nose red. (Y/N) wonders how many lines he did, but judging from the distant look in his eyes, she’s guessing a lot.

“Rafe,” she whispers, getting closer to the boy she missed and letting his smell engulf her. 

“Rafe?” Nate quirks a brow because this isn’t making any sense. Why would she called his friend the name-

Of course.

Rafael is Rafe.

So this is the guy.

His childhood friend is ‘the Rafe’ of the girl he’s starting to fall for.

After so many hours of trying to find the Rafe she accidentally called him, he hadn’t thought of his own childhood friend to be the guy all along.

Growing up, he have been told to call him Rafael up until the day he moved to New York. 

He can’t believe it.

“Rafe,” she calls again, this time following Rafe out to the living room. “Rafe, listen to me.”

“You moved on too fast.”

“I haven’t moved on, Rafe, fuck, I swear I haven’t,” she expresses. “Please. Listen to me.”

“You were mad at me for doing a line from some bitch’s back and you’re, you’re o-out here, under my own fucking friend’s arms and- did y’all fucked?”

“What?” she gasps, “God, Rafe, no. No. I will never fuck anyone other than you.”

“Yeah?” Rafe raises a brow and lets out a shrill laugh. “God, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

“You can, Rafe,” she steps forward, trying to reach his face with her cold fingers. The anger she felt before suddenly dissipates into the thin air because god, she did not realize how much she has been missing this boy more than anything in the world.

Her everything.

Rafe flinches away, “Stop. Do you know how miserable I am the past few weeks without you?”

“Don’t turn this on me now, Rafe.” “And you’re out here with fucking Nate Hamilton. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Rafe, it’s not like that,” Nate suddenly steps in, and (Y/N) gives him a warning look not to say anything more. He ignores her, “Are we not going to talk about how you disregard her just because of her status on this fucking island?”

“God, always with your equality shit,” Rafe groans. “You guys deserve each other. I can’t believe you will ever do this to me, Nate.”

What hurt Rafe more isn’t the fact that she was all pinned under his arms, but it was because Nate knew about their relationship. Rafe had told him everything about her ever since they first started dating, and he hadn’t just lost her tonight.

He lost his childhood friend too.

“I’m leaving,” he says, rubbing his nose and sniffing. Rafe isn’t sure how many lines he has done, but his mind is getting lighter and lighter and the lights are turning blurry. 

He can’t stand being in the same room as them. He will fucking drive if he has to.

(Y/N) bites her lips, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears. So they know each other? Why won’t Rafe ever tell her about him? Is this still her fault? She wasn’t even cheating on him. They’re not together.

Right?

Are they together?

“Hey, you’re okay?”

(Y/N) pulls her hands away, stepping away from the blonde boy and walking towards the exit. She has to leave this house as soon as possible. The once comforting bright color of the wall seems so dull and suffocating now, and she longs for the familiar blue paint of Rafe’s room.

She wants Rafe. 

No one else.

Just him.

“Just me?” Rafe smiled. “Hey, hey, I got a surprise for you.”

“Rafe, I hate surprises,” (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back against the headrest. “You bought me a dress before!”

“Look-” he smiled, showing her a gold ring in a small velvet box. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god, it looks like yours!” (Y/N) exclaimed, clutching his hand with the ring and comparing the color. 

“Of course it’s the same ring. You’re my wife, I’m not going to buy you a different kind.”

“Wife?”

“What? Am I not your husband?”

(Y/N) wishes for nothing but Rafe. 

She presses on his contact again, turning her phone downside and moving the speaker nearer to her lips.

“Rafe, please call me back. I miss you, and we can fix this, okay? I didn’t know about Nate and I was so, so stupid. I can never replace you, Rafe. You’re mine, remember? Please. Call me back. I miss you.”

She sighs, setting her phone down on her lap and watches as the rain patters down her front windscreen heavily.

Love is a hell of a drug.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

(Drake?)

His aquamarine eyes gleamed coldly in the darkness.

Mitsuki: "Did I say something weird?"

Drake: "Nah, it's probably just the way you see things. I can't understand it, though."

Slightly furrowing his eyebrows, he turned his gaze to the water's surface.

Drake: "For me, betrayal meant death."

Drake: "There was the risk of dying from betraying and the danger of being killed in retaliation for betraying. No matter which side I stand on, death is always close by."

Drake: "I can't read people's hearts no matter what they say, and even if I believe them, you never know when they'll turn on you."

Drake: "I don't have the time or the ability to consider the other person's circumstances."

(There it is again.)

(He easily fits into social circles, but there's still this cold side to him.)

(I guess this is related to his past, after all.)

Drake's tone sounded as if he had cut off his emotions, giving a glimpse of what he must have experienced during his time as a pirate and a soldier.

Drake: "If I betray someone, I do it with the understanding that I may die. If I'm betrayed, I'll chase the other person to the ends of the earth for revenge."

Drake: "If I can't achieve revenge, I'll curse the whole world like a sailor wishing for destruction on an eternal voyage."

(.........)

The smile he wore had a somewhat cynical and pessimistic atmosphere, making me shiver.

(For someone who has lived through battles like him, my way of thinking might seem naive.)

It wasn't just his way of thinking.

Even taking just one aspect like 'betrayal,' it felt like everything about the world he had walked through was different.

(He feels distant.)

(But then again, he might think I still don't understand him.)

Mitsuki: "I chose to believe because I wanted to believe. You're the one who made me want to follow through on that feeling."

Drake: "Me?"

I nodded in response to his questioning gaze.

Mitsuki: "Don't you remember? You invited me on a boat before, just like today, and listened to me."

Mitsuki: "You said that living in a way that goes against my own wishes is the real betrayal."

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "If you're always thinking about those people and sacrificing your desires, you'll miss out on life."

Drake: "In that case, you should choose the path you believe in."

Drake: "In my opinion, living in a way that goes against your own wishes is the real betrayal."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Mitsuki: "When you said that to me, it made me realize that I shouldn't betray my own feelings."

Drake: ".........."

At that time, it was undoubtedly thanks to him that I was able to let go of my negative thoughts and reconsider my own heart.

(His words back then still resonate in my heart.)

After conveying my feelings, he spoke up.

Drake: "You really are a strange woman."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: “I could never trust someone enough to be okay with being betrayed.”

Drake: “And yet, you started to think that way because of my words.”

Mitsuki: "Yeah."

Drake: "I don't get it."

Drake: "Still, I'm amazed by your stubborn kindness."

He said something dismissive, yet he reached out and gently stroked my cheek.

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

Drake: “I don’t know why, but despite your ridiculously naive thinking, I can’t ignore that you secretly feel sad behind that stubborn kindness.”

Mitsuki: ".........."

His touch was so warm and ticklish, and it felt like heat was spreading from there.

(I don’t understand it either.)

(Sometimes I feel so far from you, yet you’re still here for me.)

Understanding him was like trying to catch a wave.

However, the warmth we shared at this moment was undeniably something I could believe in.

After a while, the sound of a bell echoed in the quiet night.

Drake: "We should probably head back soon."

Mitsuki: "Yeah, everyone must be worried."

(Although I want to stay like this a little longer.)

Drake: "Actually, maybe I won't go back."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Drake: "You said something nice, so I kind of wanted to go against it."

Mitsuki: "..........."

Drake: "Kidding, let's quietly leave before the city lights go out."

After exchanging banter, we returned to our usual atmosphere.

Mitsuki: "Thank you again today, Drake. I always end up talking to you about everything."

Drake: "I also talk however I want, so it's a fair trade. Don't worry about it."

He faintly smiled while rowing the boat.

I felt like I was slowly starting to understand him, yet at the same time, I still felt like I didn't understand him at all.

(For example, where does he get that coldness he sometimes shows?)

------------Flashback------------

Drake: "Trust, huh? People can easily betray you. You never really know what someone's thinking deep down."

Drake: "Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine, so you don’t need to worry about it."

Drake: "Real betrayal is much more merciless."

---------Flashback Ends--------

I remembered his words and actions that had been stuck in my mind for a long time.

Mitsuki: "Drake, there's one thing I'd like to ask."

Drake: "Hm?"

Mitsuki: "Have you ever had someone betray you badly?"

Drake: "..........."

Drake: "Well, yeah. Being betrayed and betraying others was just a part of everyday life for pirates."

Despite my bold question, Drake smiled.

However, his gaze momentarily darkened as it wandered across the river's dark surface.

Drake: "But the first memory of betrayal in my life was from my mother."

(His mother?)

Drake: "You see, my mother comes from a somewhat special and prestigious lineage."

Drake: "However, one day, she got pregnant and eloped with a man."

Drake: "With me in tow, my parents traveled from town to town to escape."

Drake: "Life was tough, but they were kind. My mother always looked at me with gentle eyes."

Drake: "But when I wasn't even ten years old, our escape suddenly came to an end."

Drake: "We were captured and brought back by the clan members who were chasing us, and my mother died as a captive."

Drake: "In her final moments, my mother averted her gaze from me and said,"

『 I should never have given birth to you. 』

Mitsuki: "She seemed like a kind mother, so why would she say that at the end?"

Drake: "Who knows? Maybe she couldn't take it anymore."

Drake: "Because I was born, she became a disgrace to the clan and was hunted down."

He shrugged his shoulders and let out a bitter laugh.

Mitsuki: "What happened to you after that?"

Drake: "I managed to escape on my own, but when I finally found my father, he already had a new family."

Drake: "I had nowhere to go, so I resorted to committing petty crimes to get by."

When he met Karen, he mentioned doing similar things around that time.

Drake: "One day, I sneaked onto a ship, only to find out it was a pirate ship."

Drake: "Instead of being thrown out, the captain took me in, and the rest, as you can imagine, is a tale of piracy."

Drake: "After I got my own ship, I began receiving missions from the Queen."

His words abruptly cut off in the middle of the conversation.

Mitsuki: "Drake? Sorry. If you don't feel like talking about it..."

Drake: "No, it's not that. I just had trouble recalling things I'd almost forgotten."

Drake: "Well, it just means I've gotten used to betrayal with this kind of upbringing."

He spoke nonchalantly, but deep inside, his heart must've been wounded when his mother told him that he should never have been born.

(That was his first experience of betrayal.)

(But did his mother truly feel that way?)

(She went through so much, even running away, just to give birth to the child of the person she loved.)

I suppressed the questions that arose in my mind.

It would be too optimistic and irresponsible to say that there might have been reasons behind his mother's words based solely on fragments of the story I heard.

Because I can't truly know the truth inside someone's heart.

(But...)

------------Flashback------------

Mitsuki: "I wonder if that girl has a family."

Drake: "Even if she does, having a blood connection doesn't necessarily make them a good family."

Drake: "I don't have a place to miss or a place to return to."

Drake: "I'm fine with being a flying Dutchman."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Drake's somewhat lonely mutterings crossed my mind.

(There is a deep and cold sea in his clear eyes.)

(Even if our ways of thinking are different, even if he says he can't understand...)

(Can I, even just a little, be there for him like he was for me during tough times?)

With these thoughts welling up, something natural slipped out of my lips.

Mitsuki: "Hey, Drake..."

Drake: "Hm?"

Mitsuki: "You might think that people can betray others, but no matter what, I won't betray you."

Drake: ".........."

Mitsuki: "I won't break promises or push you away. I promise."

Mitsuki: "So please try to believe in me."

Under the twinkling stars, I gazed at him sincerely.

He, in turn, stared at me as if trying to expose my heart.

Drake: "Mitsuki."

Drake: "Even if I were a villain trying to deceive you, would you still not betray me?"

(Villain?)

I couldn't imagine him deceiving me like that, but...

Mitsuki: "I won't betray you. I don't want to betray you."

(Having someone trustworthy will surely be a support.)

(I want him to have that kind of support, even though he has lived through betrayal.)

As I waited for his next words, only the sound of the rippling water filled our surroundings.

Then...

Drake: "Ha...ha...ahahaha!"

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

For some reason, he burst out laughing.

Drake: "No, sorry. Different people asked me to believe in them, but they all had excuses or were begging for their lives."

Drake: "You're the first one to ask me to believe without any benefit for yourself."

After laughing for a while, Drake gently placed his hand on my head.

Drake: "Well, if you put it that way, I'll try believing in you."

Drake: "You won't betray me, and I'll believe in you. It's our promise."

Drake: "Like a pirate's code."

Mitsuki: "Okay! I promise."

A special connection formed between us, and a smile naturally spread across our faces.

Later, when we returned to the mansion, I visited his room before going to sleep.

Drake: "What's up, lil' fawn?"

Mitsuki: "I wanted to give you something as a thank-you."

Mitsuki: "Will you accept this?"

What I handed him was:

Drake: "A shell bottle?"

It was a small empty bottle I got from the kitchen, filled with sand and seashells I found in a miscellaneous store. Looking through the bluish glass, it resembled the ocean.

Mitsuki: "You love the sea, right? Paris doesn't have one, so I made this so you can feel the ocean as much as possible."

Drake: "Heh. It's beautiful."

Mitsuki: "The sand inside is called star sand and sun sand. They say having it grants wishes."

Even if I don't know why he came back to life, I secretly hope that his wishes will be fulfilled.

Drake: "A sea in the palm of my hand. Nice."

Drake: "I'll treasure it. Thanks, Mitsuki."

(I'm glad he liked it.)

In response to Drake's smile, I nodded with a content heart.

Alone in his room, Drake threw himself onto the bed, playing with the shell bottle Mitsuki gave him in his hands.

With every tilt, the sand and seashells swayed inside, creating a sound akin to the rustle of gentle waves.

Drake: "Give believing a shot, huh?"

Drake: "Those words suit me the least."

Was Drake's sarcastic smile directed at Mitsuki or himself?

Outside the window, a crescent moon was floating, just one step away from being a full moon.

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[anxious-lee]

|| Drakepad + Gosalyn Tickle Headcanons ||

(A/N): these three are undeniably a family and I love them ❤️

i want drake mallard to be my dad what who said that

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- launchpad is such a tickle monster

- his solution to all stress is just to tickle until the sadness goes away

- it always works on poor, overworked drake

- (drake tends to neglect his wellness for the sake of crime fighting and sometimes needs lp to make him go to bed, or eat, or drink water) (he will grumble a little bit after, but he knows he needs it)

- drakepad is so physically/emotionally comfortable with each other that tickling is almost an unspoken thing between them

- they can hold an entire conversation using only eye contact and wiggling air fingers (gosalyn will hear them arguing behind her, it'll go quiet for a few moments, and then drake will shout "OK OK FINE ILL GO TAKE A NAP"

- so yeah launchpad is a switch

- probably ler-leaning switch

- drake I'd say is a chaotic 50/50 switch

- depending on who he's with, he can either be a tickling neir-do-well, or a clumsy, nervous, ticklish puppy

- with gosalyn, he's the former. with launchpad, he's the latter

- gosalyn isn't really the type of kid to enjoy being tickled as much as her dads might, but it's fun sometimes (only because she trusts them with everything)

- one morning, gosalyn refuses to get out of bed, despite it being 11:00 in the morning (I feel you girl). drake however needs his crime fighting partner and goes to coerce her out of bed

drake: ... but I need you! You're my partner!

gosalyn: mrrgmbm cant grmb too tired mbghmmhn

drake: oh dear, whatever will I do without my faithful companion... *scratches a finger up her sole*

gosalyn: *hrn* s-stooop

drake: *puppy eyes* i can only hope that I'll be alright... out there... all alone *wiggles more fingers on her foot*

gosalyn: HYAHHIHIHIHI FIHINE!

drake: works every time 😏

- when tickling gos, drake does this bit pretending that his hands are sentient beings that cannot be controlled, and that they eat when they tickle (classic dorky dad stuff)

- he loves to make his daughter laugh and smile, and he loves to play with his husband ❤️

- when tickling launchpad, he doesn't do the sentient hands thing. he mostly sticks to teasing about how a big guy like him is so "vewy vewy tickwish~" and it works like a fucking charm

- teases lp uses AGAINST drake would be calling himself the tickle monster, and actually encouraging his lee to come out on top; "come on, darkwing duck, you can take this! you're almost free, I believe in you!" but try escaping a 6-foot tickle monster and see how successful you are with that. drake ultimately crumples into launchpad's lap at his ticklish mercy

- drake's most ticklish spot is his belly, making him fit perfectly in launchpad's lap for tickles

- lp is a very gentle tickler

- and also quite ticklish himself

- his most ticklish spot is his underarms

- launchpad LOVES kids, ESPECIALLY his own kid, so gosalyn finds herself the target of her dorky dad's tickle attacks. he teases her with silly noises like "tikikikikikikiki" and "brbrbrbrbrbrb". which she finds SO embarrassing lol

- remember that scene in the jungle book when baloo pretends to be knocked out and mowgli accidentally starts a tickle fight with him? yeah that's launchpad and gosalyn actually

- drake will sometimes convince gos to help him tickle-ambush papa, to which she always agrees a little too evilly

- lp isn't the only one gos tickles

- gosalyn also realizes that her dad can overwork himself, so she takes it upon herself to lecture him into relaxing. when that doesn't work, her next plan is to tickle him to exhaustion. drake is no fool, he can see the glint in her eyes from a mile away, but she's young, and agile, and determined, and he's clumsy, awkward, and old, so the chase isn't long

- gosalyn is 100% a ler

- the happiest days in the McQuack house are when all three of them are engaged in a full out tickle war that has them running around the lair screaming and laughing

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My contribution to the Drakepad shippers! I wrote these as they came to me, so they're not organized at all sorry

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Queen of Diamonds (Chapter 13): Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

created by @sirthisisa-wendys and @thehypestdeano

synopsis: after the fun has come and gone, the emotions still remain. Will you be able to handle them, or will they threaten to break you apart?

wc: 1.1k

tw: smut

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"Hanma..."

Your breathy sighs make Shuji's cock twitch while he's inside of you, your ass smacking against his hips repeatedly.

"Keep throwing it back for me," he murmurs, and you look over your shoulder at him, watching him watch you fuck yourself on his cock while he records on his phone. "That's it..."

You turn back around, feeling your stomach clench in arousal at the sight of him recording your fucking. It would no doubt make its way to Tetta, where he'd watch it over and over and over again before stashing it away in his secret collection.

The past few days had been filled with these pleasurable moments, whether he was being your trusty bodyguard or making you feel like a goddess with the way he fucked you. Shuji did his best to please you, and more often than not, he did an excellent job at it. Kisaki would ask about his performance, and you would tell him that Hanma deserved a raise, to which he would always reply, "I'll think about it."

But you need no convincing.

"Shuji," you whisper, feeling his arm tighten around you as you both lay on the beach. "Thank you."

"For what?" he chuckles, placing a tender kiss on your shoulder.

"For taking care of me. I've had a lot of fun."

"Glad to hear it, princess," Shuji replies, nuzzling your neck as the waves crash against the shore. A soft spray of seawater comes your way, and you tuck your face into the crook of his arm to avoid getting the water in your face. "What, afraid of a little water?" he teases, hands coming down on your sides.

"No," you protest, but Hanma's thin fingers begin to tickle you, and you laugh out loud, trying to shy away from his torment. "Stop!" you shout, still laughing and Hanma rolls with you across the sandy beach. "It's too much!"

"That's what she said," Hanma guffaws, then begins tickling you again. And for the first time in a long time - even though you're in the middle of being tormented - you feel true joy. A childlike joy almost threatens to burst through your ribcage and render you more helpless than you are right now, helpless to happiness, helpless to contentment, helpless to every emotion you've yearned for.

But when you burst into tears at the overstimulation and overwhelming emotions, Hanma stops, his hands coming off of your ticklish spots.

"Don't cry, don't cry. I stopped, see?" Hanma looks confused, but you shake your head as you wipe your face, still laughing and crying at the same time.

"No, no," you mutter, sniffing. "I'm not sad, I promise."

"Okay..." Shuji waits for an explanation, and you lean forward, placing both hands on his cheeks.

"I'm just so happy. I'm so fucking happy." His yellow eyes soften and he pulls you in for a quick kiss, then holds you against his chest.

"Thought I was gonna lose my job for a second."

You begin to laugh again, wrapping your arms around his torso in the chilly beach air.

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The text comes that next afternoon, after a mid-day romp with Hanma.

"It's time to come home."

Those five words are enough to make you leap for joy, rocking Hanma awake and yelling,

"We're going home, Shuji!" Hanma groans, turning over on his side and placing his pillow on top of his head, but you opt for the opposite reaction. "He said today's the last day and the jet will be here tomorrow morning."

"Great," Shuji mumbles from under the pillow and you frown, pulling the item off of his head.

"Aren't you excited?" you retort, but your companion pulls the pillow out of your grasp and places it over his head again.

"I'm really tired. Maybe now I can finally get some sleep." You roll your eyes, ignoring his protests, and jovially waltz to the bathroom, preparing to take a nice, long bath.

And while you're in the tub, you think to yourself about the things you need to tell Tetta about when you return. The sunsets, the bungalow, the beach sand, the way the seawater smells... All of the things he'd missed, he'd learn about from you. And you'd be eager to see the smile crawl across his face, hear the way he says your name, feel his fingers hold you close against his body...

You sigh with pleasure, sinking lower into the bath. Three whole weeks without Tetta... and now you're finally going home. For some reason, it felt like an eternity. But now you're just grateful you can be with him once more.

At dinner, you drink more than your fair share of wine before putting on something slow and sensual to dance around to while you're fully tipsy.

"Hanma," you call out to the man in the kitchen, and he looks up at you over his beer, brow raised. "Come dance with me."

"I can't dance, princess," he shrugs, but you pout, dancing over to him before pulling him up by his arm.

"Please?" Hanma scoffs, shaking his head. "Just one?"

"I'll do it for a kiss," he finally acquiesces. You raise up on your tiptoes and pucker your lips, leaning forward to pull Hanma into a kiss. It's not a perfect one, but it's enough to get him close to you and awkwardly sway in the living room to some woman singing her heart out about love.

"Isn't this perfect?" you ask, and Shuji grunts.

"I need to be really drunk for this to work."

"You've never slow danced before?" you wonder, looking up at Shuji curiously. He looks away sheepishly and you giggle. "Am I your first dance partner?"

"Sure, you can say that." You hold him closer, smiling as he embraces you as well. And you sway there for a while, reveling in the moment. It's not until you find you cannot keep your eyes open that Hanma ushers you into your bedroom, tucking you under the sheets and - for once - kissing your forehead and whispering his goodnight.

"Night, Hanma," you mutter, patting his cheek before he straightens up and waits for a moment. When he feels you're sufficiently asleep, he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of you in the bed, sending it off to Kisaki with the message: "She's eager to come home. I hope you're ready."

Barely a second passes before a new message pops up.

"I've called off work for the next few days; that's how ready I am."

Hanma laughs, tucking his phone into his pocket and looking down at you one more time. "One more for the road," he tells himself before kissing your exposed cheek and inhaling the scent of your shampoo then leaving you to sleep soundly.

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[onegayastronaut]

Masterlist

Hey, I made this because I get about 1 ask per week on whether or not I have a masterlist. Please bear with me, I have many fics out there, and I do not have time to add everything out there all at once. This is a post in progress so to speak, so check back often to see if I've added anything you want to see lmao. I've tried to be as organized as possible, hope this helps anyone who is interested.

Who/What Shows I write for

Imagines:

TVD/Legacies/The Originals

Being Hope Mikaelson’s Best Friend and Dating Lizzie Saltzman Would Include…

Training With Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Being Damon Salvatore’s Daughter and Dating Lizzie Saltzman Would Include…

Being Rebekah Mikaelson’s Best Friend and Dating Hayley Marshall Would Include…

Lizzie Saltzman Being Jealous and Overprotective Would Include…

Rebekah Mikaelson Turning You Into a Vampire Would Include…

Dating Freya Mikaelson Would Include…

Arrowverse

Dating Dinah Drake and Laurel Lance Would Include…

Being a Villain and Dating Black Siren Would Include…

Being A Vigilante and Dating Julia Pennyworth Would Include…

Being Married To Caitlin Snow Would Include…Being Married To Caitlin Snow Would Include…

Dating Caitlin Snow Would Include…

Being Selina Kyle’s Daughter and Dating Jesse Wells Would Include…

Dating Sara Lance Would Include…

Jealous Sara Lance Would Include…

Sara Lance Taking Care of You After a Near Death Experience Would Include…

Being a Time Remnant and Dating Sara Would Include…

Sex With Sara Lance Would Include…

Sara Lance Comforting You During a Thunderstorm Would Include…

Dating Kara Danvers and Being a Superhero Would Include…

Jealous Kara Danvers Would Include…

Dating Kara Danvers When You’re on Your Period Would Include…

Tickle Fight with Kara Danvers Would Include…

Being Barry’s Younger Sister and Dating Caitlin Snow Would Include…

Being Barry Allen’s Twin Sister and Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Dating Lena Luthor Would Include…

Jealous Lena Luthor Would Include…

Lena Luthor in a Tickle Fight Would Include…

Dating Iris West Would Include…

Dating Cat Grant Would Include…

Dating Laurel Lance and Being a Speedster Would Include…

Dating Felicity Smoak Would Include…

Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being a Super Villain and Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Dating Alice/Beth Kane Would Include…

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Criminal Minds

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NSFW Alphabet List (Jennifer Jareau)

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The 100

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Twilight

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MCU

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Wanda Maximoff Finding Out You’re Really Ticklish Would Include…

Being Clint Barton’s Sister and Dating Wanda Maximoff Would Include…

Being the Youngest Sister of Pietro + Wanda Maximoff and Peter from X Men with Other Superheroes Flirting With You

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DCEU

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Fics

MCU

The Professional, Part 1 (Mob!Wanda x Reader)

The Professional, Part 2

The Choice (Leigh Shaw x You x Wanda Maximoff)

Hot For Teacher (Agatha Harkness x R NSFW Fic)

Late Night Heroics (Monica Rambeau x Reader)

DCEU

Dirty Diana (Diana Prince x Reader NSFW)

Meeting the Family (Diana Prince x Reader)

Criminal Minds

Regret (Jennifer Jareau x Reader)

Hot Date (Jennifer Jareau x Reader)

Office Shenanigans (Jennifer Jareau x Reader)

Arrowverse

I’ve Had My Eye On You (Cat Grant x Reader)

TVD/Legacies/The Originals

Moving Away (Rebekah Mikaelson x Reader)

Riverdale

Locker Room Hookup Part 2 (Cheryl Blossom x Reader)

Other

Backroom Favors (Dani Clayton x R NSFW Fic)

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Kon-el/ GN!Reader/ Tim Drake NSFW* PWP

Warnings: poly, established relationships/roles, cock warming, edging/teasing, deep throat/gagging, fingering

Words: 2100~

Tim wasn’t certain what he’d walked in on, the sight of you and Kon stopping him still in the entrance, his heart rate increasing as his breath hitched. “What… What are you two…?” His eyes narrowed, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably before tentatively stepping into the apartment, door closing behind him.

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A/N: I love teasing/edging so much urggggh; loosely tied to THIS Kon/Tim/You PWP (forgot to say in the first but they’re legal age imo, Tim’s at W.E. and RR, and Kon is… still called Superboy till Superman decides otherwise. So, you know, never. rip)

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Tim wasn’t certain what he’d walked in on, the sight of you and Kon stopping him still in the entrance, heart rate increasing as his breathing hitched. “What… What are you two…?” His eyes narrowed, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably before tentatively stepping into the apartment, door closing behind him.

Once he was inside, he leaned on the shut door just taking in the sight for a moment, slightly annoyed. His insides were fluttering, a slight jolt in his core trying to make him jump forwards as he steeled himself, rooted to the spot.

“T-Tim… Hi…” Kon answered, face maddingly red as he failed to keep his breathing even. No matter how much he tried to hide it though, Tim could see the slight spasms running through the Super’s muscles, he could see the occasional shake and twitch coming from his hands.

He huffed, his annoyance short lived as he pulled away from the door, walking towards the couch, leaving his luggage in a pile where he’d been previously standing. “What’s this?” he questioned, stopping next to the back of the couch as he leaned over, getting a better view of you and Kon.

Tim ran his hands through Kon’s fade, massaging his scalp lightly, black curls twirling around lithe fingers. The smile on Kon’s face was dazed, his head so high in the clouds right now, and Tim couldn’t help but smile back, amusement clearly dancing across his face. “Hmm~” his gaze settled on the supers lips for a moment, licking his own before shifting to stare down at you, gazing up at him through your lashes.

You were seated between Kon’s legs, face in a blissful trance as your lips were wrapped around Kon’s dick, doing your best to not move much. Your breathing was a bit rougher than Kon’s, shifting back and forth between lapping up saliva or drinking what little he gave you, and trying to breathe at all. Sitting still and having your tongue gliding across the underside of Kon’s member, when needed, like it was your personal toy just felt so good.

It was so soft that even you had to force yourself from the temptation of doing more, of sucking.

“Watching a movie…” Kon mumbled, clearly distracted, but he did his best to ignore the fact that you were seated comfortably on the floor, head cradled between his thighs. The movie was hardly a distraction from the heated cavern currently surrounding his mostly flaccid cock.  

Obviously, he needed more practice at keeping his own dick under control.

Tim looked to the television, volume turned somewhat low, before settling his eyes right back on the two of you, “right.” So, was this why the two of you hadn’t come to pick him up? Tim reasoned he could forgive the both of you, the sight you’d given him having been more than enough payment. He started getting comfortable, moving around the large high rise flat as if he lived there year-round.

“Why, did you want to… do something else?” Kon queried, watching as Tim took off his shoes, coat and tie, loosening a button on his shirt and removing his belt. Kon’s eyes moved down towards Tim’s ass, following it as he moved around, cute, perky, and toned under his slacks. “Shit,” Kon whimpered, turning his sight back to the movie as he tried to control himself, slowly losing his composure.

“No, actually, this is rather fortuitous,” Tim smiled down at Kon, giving his head a kiss from behind, “I think it’s my turn for once.” Quickly, Kon’s eyes shifted back to Tim and narrowed, watching the other male circle the couch slowly to stand behind you, staring Kon down with a wicked grin.

As Tim slunk down to his knees behind you, he leaned over you slightly, his chest resting against your bottom and backside. He ran his hands up the back of your legs, caressing, giving extra attention to rubbing your inner thighs, “I think I want a turn down here.” His ministrations caused you to whimper and Tim’s grin darkened at the panic on Kon’s face.

The more his hands massaged your thighs, the more ticklish it became and the more you wanted something else. Sure, there had been a heat in you from holding Kon’s cock on your tongue, but now the heat was gathering down there by Tim’s hands. “O-okay…” Kon muttered, eyes never leaving Tim as you bent your back slightly, rubbing your ass against him as best you could, no longer focused just on Kon. Again, you whimpered and the two could almost hear the begging coming from you, you were eager, and it earned you a light groan out of Tim.

“Hey, Kon…” Tim’s hands had raised up to cup your butt, massaging it, and Kon watched him like a hawk, “this… is a game, isn’t it?” His fingers hooked under the edge of your bottoms, tugging slightly, teasingly, “and if I had to guess the point of this game…” Kon could have groaned loudly at the look Tim gave him, “it’s to not get hard, correct?” His expert fingers unclasped and tugged your bottoms down, enjoying the effect he had on both of you.

“Shit,” Kon muttered under his breath, covering his mouth with his own hand as he tried to avoid looking at Tim. He gulped audibly, doing his best to watch what had been forgotten on the television, but it was hard to ignore what was right there in front of him.

Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, think of something else, Kon was chanting in his head, trying to drown out the noises.

Tim almost couldn’t help himself at seeing how wet between your legs you were, his fingers using your own fluids as lubrication.

You did your best to not move your mouth or tongue, Tim was correct, the goal was for the super to not get hard, it was more for your benefit than Kon’s. It was a state of bliss, as if you were meditating, and the perfect excuse at getting better with deep throating. Since holding a cock in your mouth for long periods of time would be good training, you figured.

But even you were weak to the slickness as Tim stuck a finger inside of you, followed by a second without even waiting. As your breathing hitched at the intrusive stretch, Kon did his best to steel himself, already feeling the vibrations from your mouth. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of Tim’s fingers wiggling around, slightly pumping as he added a third. Opening your legs a bit more for him, you ignored the slight ache in your knees, it would totally be worth it by the end of this.

“Eager~” Tim hummed, pleased by your inaudible begging as he removed his fingers, wiping them off on your bottom, a coolness hitting the wet trails.

There was shuffling as Tim removed his pants and briefs, and Kon could tell, your body temperature was heating up and you had to swallow more often now, saliva building up quicker. He swore he could feel your heart beating through your tongue under his member.

“Mm—h!” Kon had a great view of your face as Tim inserted himself slowly with a grunt, “d-damn…” Your eyes fluttered, entranced, unable to fully focus on tending to Kon’s dick in your mouth, saliva and something saltier mixing to wet your chin. Kon was still flaccid as Tim had fully bottomed out before pulling back out, and every time Tim would pump back into you, you could feel Kon hold his breathing. Trying to hold in his reaction and need.

As Tim sped up, each pump felt like it was hitting your stomach and it made you dizzy, unable to think, so messed up that Tim had noticed and used it to his advantage. “Yeah, that’s how you like it, huh~?” One of his hands found its way to your chest, rubbing as it trailed down around your lower abdomen. Snaking down between your legs, he started playing around, rubbing in motion with his thrusting. Your head was so warm now, your breathing had increased, and the heated breath kept fanning Kon as your body convulsed with Tim.

You felt like there were clouds in your head.

As you slowly began to lose yourself, tongue now sloppy and slightly suckling on Kon’s dick, you knew he couldn’t hold out long. Tim knew as well, Kon had lost the moment he’d found the two of you in such a compromising position. The two leaned in without needing to think, and Tim’s free hand raised to wrap around the base of the super’s neck, pulling him in so their mouths could meet.

Tim was still fucking you as he and Kon couldn’t keep their tongues out of each other’s mouths, and you heard Kon mewl before you felt the pressure. Tears welled up as you could feel his dick no longer try to fight it, hardening to hit you in the back of the throat. He started thrusting his hips to match Tim’s, feeling out the best rhythm to time with the other male.

In a way, you fell back into your trance, being able to accept Kon’s cock in your throat more easily than before, even if it had filled your mouth out. The only uncomfortable part was when his tip would ram into the back of your throat and you almost choked, trying to keep any amount of wits about you.

They were bouncing you back and forth and it was getting harder to hold yourself up now, knees burning from the carpet, throat becoming rawer, and the feeling of being filled up at both ends. And the two above you seemed to get more excited each time you moaned, the sloppy sounds music to their ears.

They had to part for air.

With another push, you could taste Kon spilling on the back of your tongue, unable to think properly to pull out. All you could do was swallow, having gotten used to the taste long ago, daresay, even enjoyed it. With a final bump or two in the back of your throat, Kon moved his hips slightly so you could slip your mouth from around his member.

Your head now rested on his thighs, messy dick situated next to your face, so close you were practically kissing it. And as Tim kept going, intent on having his own release, you did give Kon’s dick a kiss. He shuddered, sensitive as he was, before he had to hold you still as your tongue glided across him. “P-please—” he shuddered as Tim was almost there, a red hot look across his face as he gave Kon a sultry smile, “Looks like you lost, Superboy.” 

As Tim let himself go far quicker than you or Kon would have, you felt a warmth flood your insides as Tim finished, making a mess out of your other end as well.

“H-honestly…” you muttered out, you knew exactly where this was about to go, Tim’s chest heaving on your back, Kon’s thick musk invading your senses, both of them, absolutely intoxicating. You couldn’t register when Tim’d pulled out, only that his warmth had left you momentarily.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight ass of yours, pretty boy.” Kon threatened, not liking when Tim would tease him about his hero name. Tim settled himself back on the floor, pulling you between his legs in a lazy hold as he handed you his boxer-briefs to clean yourself with. You rested your head against his chest while catching your breath, a hum of content tickling your hair. “I’ll just win again,” Tim challenged, ears suddenly heating up from the thought.

Tim really didn’t have the same amount of energy the two of you had.

He knew what he got himself into every time.

The two of you were ready to go again so quickly.

With ease, Kon had pulled the both of you onto the couch with him, though you’d been placed on the bottom, and Tim over top of you, chest to chest. Though he still had his white button down and a pair of socks on. You watched as Tim let out a noise of surprise before shuddering on top of you, feeling something slippery rubbing on his bottom. “I’m ready whenever you are, Timmy~” Kon whispered in his ear, the top to the sandwich.

As Tim hid his face in the crook of your neck, Kon grinned in premature victory, lowering his head to smash his lips into your swollen ones.