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Caleb would 100% lean into your hand like a puppy when you would play with his hair and he would 100% close his eyes as a small smile crossed his face and he would 100% reach for your hand to do the thumb thing

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lads guys x reader with tourettes
content: gn reader, hitting self, tics, shame, bullying (towards reader), comfort, pain mentioned
wc: 1673 total
a/n: happy tourettes awareness month!! may 15th - june 15th! i never see tics talked about/ written about (bc it's niche i think LMAO!) so i thought i'd do it myself :3 hopefully this will be pushed to anyone who can see themselves in this, i wanted to give us a teeny bit of representation hehe. happy awareness month to any of my tourettesiblings !!! doesn't include sylus soz
reader is not going till adhere to every tourettes experience- i haven't lived them all, i can only pull from my experiences :3
Thinking about⌠single father Zayne..<3âď¸đ§âđ§
CW:smut MINORS DNI,blow job,Zayne stroking himself to mc?,female reader,he has a daughter,English is not my first language!!sorry for any misspelling <\3
You met Zayne when you were looking for a job as a nanny. He happened to need someone to look after his little daughter, Lumi.
When you first met Lumi and him in a cafe, you were amazed at how much of an exact replica she was of him in appearance.
It was a simple routine, you would pick up Lumi from her school, come to her and Zayne's house, feed her food that Zayne had prepared in advance, play with her, shower, and sleep.
You saw Lumi as a wonderful, smiling, sweet girl, and you felt that there was a special connection between the two of you, and Zayne? You thought he was a very handsome guy, but you saw him as a person who kept to himself, you couldn't decipher his feelings for the most part, it's not that he wasn't nice to you, he was very polite and kind, but you couldn't decipher more than that about him
Until one day
You had just put Lumi to bed, you heard the door open and you already realized that Zayne had returned to the house. "Good evening, Mr. Zay-" Your words were cut off the moment you saw him barely standing on his own two feet.
Stuffy nose, rosy cheeks, and tired eyes, he was undoubtedly sick.
"Mr. Zayne, are you okay?" you asked worriedly.
He coughed and looked at you with a little shame. "I probably caught the flu from one of my patients," he said, hanging his coat on the coat rack. "You're free to go," he added.
"Let me.. let me help you," you said and held his hand.
"You don't have to," he whispered with a stuffy nose.
"But I want to" you gave him a soft smile,and he sighed.
âI really⌠donât want to bother youâ he looked at you softly.
You took his hand and sat him down on the couch. "Lie down," you said softly.
You looked at him, even though he was sick, he was so beautiful. The more you looked at him, the more you felt warmth in your lower stomach.
âI can wait with you until someone comes to be with you. After all, I don't want you to be alone when you're so sick," you told him, his gaze darkening a bit. "I... don't need help. You can go. I can manage on my own," he told you.
He says he doesnât need help, but his body betrays him: dizziness, shallow breathing, fevered skin.
âDo you have... someone to be with you and take care of you?" you asked out of the blue. "N-no, I don't," he whispered with shame.
"Let me help you please, Mr. Zayne," you said. "You can call me Zayne, that's more than enough," he said, his ears reddening.
He saw you as a beautiful and nice girl, but nothing more than that until this moment.
Zayne will never admit it, but he enjoyed the female validation he got from you a little too much. He hadn't been treated like this in so long, not since his ex-wife left him. He felt pathetic and perverted that your concern made his dick erect. Concern, the most basic emotion in the world, but that a beautiful girl like you was giving him something he had been deprived of for years? He just couldn't control it!
"Let me stay here tonight, help you settle down a little because you're so sick, just like I'm taking care of Lumi when she's sick!×´ You said and smiled at him, "Even just to see if you need anything during the night, if it makes you feel better, so I don't have to be your full-on caregiver," you said.
Suddenly you dared and caressed his cheek, feeling that it could show him that he was seen in your eyes, that everything was okay and that there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Zayne felt his tip throbbing under his pants, he hadn't felt a woman's touch in so long, he let out a light sigh from his mouth, not from despair, from the fact that he felt like he was about to cum in his pants, just because of your soft palm on his face "Okay" he whispered
He didn't agree to you helping him walk towards his room. He walked towards his room, gently closing it behind him, and you stayed in the living room. You decided to surprise him and tidy up the living room area a bit, so that he would have a little less work the next day.
While you worked on the living room, Zayne worked on the base of his cock with his big hand, his muscular thighs each pushing out, twitching with pleasure, the red, angry tip secreting pre cum, how he wished you were his hand, Zayne wasn't a person who usually touched himself, but your little touch made his brain feel things he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Sweetheart.. this touch of yours⌠look what you're doing to me, like a damn pervert.." He whispered to himself, he made sure to make gentle strokes all over his cock, he massaged a little under the head of his cock, groaning quietly, he wanted to take it slow, give his cock a good massage that hits deliciously in all the places he's neglected
He felt his body betraying him, he was so sick, he couldn't even breathe through his nose, small sighs came out of his mouth along with ragged breaths, he closed his eyes, imagining it was you, he felt so bad, he felt perverted, dirty, he thought about how sweet you were, but he just couldn't stop "I'm sorry⌠I'm sorry sweet thingâŚ" he whispered
You remember that you had to ask Zayne if he needed you to watch Lumi tomorrow, so you walked quietly towards his room, you didn't really hear any noise from his room, so you thought he was sleeping, you didn't want to disturb him but you had to plan your day so you opened his door to wake him up, only he wasn't sleeping.
"I'm sorry..!" he said "You weren't supposed to see that.." He looked at you, red and embarrassed, your eyes slid to between his thighs, you stared at it, veiny, juicy and thick, you felt saliva build up in your mouth "I can help you with that.." you dared to say, eyes looking at his beautiful face
He felt all the blood rushing from his cock to his cheeks. "I.. won't resist this," he whispered shyly. You closed the door behind you, crouching between his thighs. You started slowly, kissing the inside of his thighs, enjoying the fact that he winced from your touch.
"Are you okay?" You stopped and asked. "Yes.. please.. continue" he whispered, a light growl escaping his throat. "Okay" you said as you suddenly bit the inside of his thigh, a gentle bite, his body tensed, his hands gripped the bed sheets. You felt his thighs enclosing your head. "I'm sorry... it feels so good" he whined. The feeling of his thighs hugging your face made you feel something wet gathering in your panties.
âZayne.. Can I⌠make you feel good?â You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. âFuck⌠please,â he said, cradling your face with both of his hands.
You moved towards the base of his cock, kissing open kisses until you reached his tip, you started licking the tip of his cock, a salty taste building up on your tongue, he groaned "Exactly like that... you're doing such a good job..." he said, you squeezed your thighs together as the words came out of his mouth.
You started to work deeper with your mouth, saliva flowing all over his cock, you were gagging from how big it was, you felt his hand caressing the crown of your head, gentle caresses "You are so good to me⌠so so.. good to meâ to he said, your eyes rolled back from the intense feeling you were feeling right now
You pushed your head deeper, your nose came into contact with his pubic hair, he groaned, you continued to move up and down his erect "I'm so close.." he gasped, you felt his large hand on your throat "I want to feel you swallow my cum" he said, you moaned as your mouth was full of his cock.
You started to increase the pace, gagging, and suddenly he started to move his hips gently, trying to pleasure himself with your mouth, greedily and deliciously, until threads of your cum came out from the tip of his cock, continuing to ride his orgasm, he grabs your throat with a little force just to feel you swallow his cum ,your mouth filled with a salty and warm feeling, trying to swallow as much as you can out of the big load that came out of him, "Fuck..." he curses under his breath, you separate your lips from his penis, you places a kiss on his tip lovingly, causing him to gasp for breath. your mouth dripping with a combination of his cum and your saliva
"Are you feeling better?" you ask, wiping the saliva from your lip. "Much, much better, honey," he says.
Guys this is my first smut in English please be nice to me im begging
Where even the Darkest Disarms its Weapons: Sylus x Reader
warnings: tickling, sweet fluff, affection, cute stuff
Summary: Work at the Hunter's Association was absolutely exhausting today. Upon your return to the N109 residence, a twist of events ends with you stuck in an oversized shirt of your beloved. Sylus won't mind, right? Right?
A/N: Hii guys, sorry I haven't written in a very long time. How are you all doing? I've been so busy with life and other things that I couldn't even finish this by Sylus' birthday. I've also had some requests in the inbox for quite some time. If you are one of them, I'm so sorry, I'm trying my best to stay strong and get to you. But in the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy this late present for our beloved!
You walk in nervously, fiddling with the soft fabric in your hands.
You've just gotten back from an absolutely exhausting mission. Just hours ago, stuck in the pouring rain and a difficult situation, you and Tara had to take off your uniforms in order to cross a river knee deep in nothing but the t-shirts you wore underneath.
Even on the walk back into the N109 zone, your uniform has still been wet, the black and red leather soaking your shirt as you've been holding it against your chest. Upon the return to Sylus' residence, you discover the laundry has "just started a side hustle as a slow-cooker, actually. It'll be ready in a few hours," according to Luke and Kieran. Just your luck! So with no other choice, you run to Sylus' room after your shower, finding a clearly oversized (but not for him, you can tell) shirt and draping it over your shivering body. Just the mere sight of yourself in the tote bag of a shirt brings a slight giddy smile to your lips. How silly, yet... it's different. It feels different. It smells like Sylus, the husky yet warm fragrance of his cologne enveloping you like a blanket on a winter day. Well, at least now you can cross "Share a hoodie or shirt with your beloved like in the books and movies" off your bucket list.
After hanging up your dripping work attire in the buzzing laundry room, you head down the hall, towards Sylus' office. Although you know he's probably busy and you don't want to disturb him, a little greeting can't hurt. You'll just let him know you're back. Although, it's not like he doesn't know where you are at all times anyway, thanks to Mephisto's eyes. Reaching the tall black entrance, you grab the handle and turn it, pushing the door open.
Not much to your surprise, Sylus is on the phone, his back turned towards you as he swirls a glass of ruby wine in his free hand, his gaze overlooking Onychinus in all its nightlife glory. You stand there, waiting, listening to his talks about the upcoming auction, unsure of whether you should make a noise to announce your presence or not. But a few moments later, the wheels holding up Sylus' chair make a soft squeaking noise as he turns around and his eyes fall on you, setting his phone down.
A light pink tints your face, and you look down at your petite figure in his oversized shirt, fiddling with the soft fabric in your hands. When your gaze lifts again, you meet his ruby eyes.
The change in them is visible, one that not even the blind could miss. The way they soften at your arrival. The way the ends crinkle, lifting into delicate fan-like shapes. It's as if something inside him softens, something akin to ice, something only you have the warmth to melt. Sylus' affectionate gaze brings a warm smile to your own lips.
For a moment, he observes you silently. He can still smell the rain on you, mingling with your natural scentâa mix of something faint and floral that he can't quite place. A fragrance he hasn't been able to live without since the day he discovered it. Your blush deepens by a shade, and you open your mouth to speak. But he beats you to this silent game of tenderness. He always does.
Two strong arms gently wrap around you. Your feet leave the ground. His body is warm and solid against yours.
Sylus leans his head down, his breath ghosting over your ear. âI didn't know we had a fashion show scheduled for today at my place,â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. âWhy the delayed invite?â
Your eyes wander, eventually landing and focusing on a distant vintage record player. You feel his lips curl into a smile against your ear as his hands go to brush through your hair in the most gentle manner, the way he only does to you.
âYouâre going to catch a cold,â he speaks again, a hint of genuine concern in his voice. "Should have done a weather check before hitting the runway, hmm?" Both his voice and touch are soft and tender. "But I guess I can't blame the kitten for wanting to crash the catwalk as soon as possible, can I?"
You giggle as his hand descends to your stomach, gently poking and prodding to elicit soft childlike laughter from you, batting at his slender fingers. You lean into his touch, finally speaking up. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything about the fit? Or lecture me on how I'm disturbing your work hours?"
Sylus chuckles slightly, the sound deep and warm. "Work is never-ending, sweetheart," he replies, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern on the bare skin of your arm. "But with your presence, it can wait."
His gaze lingers on your face, his eyes roaming over your features as if committing every detail of you to memory, as he's done countless times before. Your breaths mingle as his face comes down to hover just inches from yours. The contact of his lips to your forehead is the most tender, barely even there. When Sylus speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper.
âYou look adorable,â he murmurs, a hint of a smile playing at his lips as he bends down to wrap one arm supporting the small of your back, the other under your bent knees in bridal position. "Absolutely charming. I'll have to have myself at least a few dozen photos of you and I still won't be satisfied with this surprising yet precious twist of fates."
You smile as he starts walking out of his office with you in his arms, stepping out the door and turning down the large marble hallway.
"Let me guess. You haven't eaten a thing yet, have you? Let me make you someth-" You trail off when Sylus strides past the kitchen, turning to look up at him.
"A-Aren't you hungry? I'm sure you've skipped all three meals today!"
Sylus shakes his head. When you look up do you realize that he is heading straight towards the bedroom.
"No need," he says firmly, his arms tightening slightly around you. "You're not cooking tonight."
Despite your protests, he carries you inside, his steps soft but deliberate as he gently kicks the door shut behind him. Your shared bedroom is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a small table lamp in the corner.
With you still cradled against his chest, Sylus walks over to the bed and places you down gently on the soft mattress. He looms over you, his eyes never once leaving yours. His weight is pressing you down against the sheets, his large frame hovering over yours.
You meet his gaze with a flustered and confused expression. But it seems like Sylus doesn't have the same thought as you in mind, as your beating heart is suddenly stilled when he shifts his weight to push himself off you, turning over to lie down next to you instead. One of his hands finds the subtle curve of your waist, gently pulling you into his chest, the other going to your hair. You let out a sigh of relief and content at the feeling of his slender fingers scratching delicately at your scalp.
Your lips curve into a mischievous smile as an idea forms in your head. Turning over to look up at him, you look into his eyes with mock seriousness.
"Sylus, can you tell me something?"
Sylus nods. "What's got the kitten so curious, hmm?"
You giggle.
"Did you have a leftover bedsheet to have made into a shirt this big or something?"
A shriek leaves you as Sylus pounces on you, taking you down on the bed. You let out a squeal as your back softly hits the sheet, his body playfully caging in your own as his hands instantly find your waist, tickling you. Bubbly laughter erupts from your lips as you try your best but evidently fail at getting back up, your hands immediately coming up to try and bat and grab at Sylusâ larger ones dancing across your sensitive areas. Sylus chuckles down at you, a playful gleam of annoyance and challenge in his eyes and voice as he leans down just inches from your face.Â
âYou little tease,â He says amidst your sweet sounds of rebellion. âHow dare you insult my taste in clothing. Iâll let you know that Iâm no less a fashionista than you! Youâll pay for this, cheeky little kitten!âÂ
You suddenly feel an intangible presence as Sylusâ Evol appears. Your eyes widen amidst your fits of laughter as you watch the fiery red light slowly materialize, shrieking. No, no, no! You squeal, shaking your head from side to side.Â
âN-noahahaha! N-NOAhAHhe Pl-pALHAHahaehse! D-doananât! Hhahaha-I-im SOShrhroorryyyhHAhahaâŚâÂ
But itâs too late. Sylus laughs at your panicked expression as the tendrils of red light hover towards you, and whatever two somewhat useless weapons you possessed against Sylus in this playful battle are lifted away from your body as his Evol gently encircles around both your wrists, pulling them upwards to be pinned on either side of your head. As more fibres of the energy slowly graze the exposed skin under your arms, your body squirms, your laughter going up an octave but never too high under Sylusâ gentle yet affectionate touch as it covers all the sensitive spots on your body that his Evol doesnât.Â
Sylus laughs, the deep sound filling your ears as he smiles down at your struggling form. âNow, now, I donât think that apology counts as sincere if itâs spoken out of mere helplessness, does it now?â he teases, his fingers gently grazing the soft skin of your stomach under your shirt.Â
Tittered pleas leave your mouth as he gently but surely tickles you to pieces, his touch a little too decisive for its own good, your wrists helplessly pulling and tugging with all their might against their supernatural restraints as they can in this weakened state.Â
When youâve been reduced to a puddle of half-broken giggles and squeals, Sylusâ hands finally let up their wreaking of chaos. The fiery red energy slowly retreats from your wrists, gently letting your hands down to rest on the bed. You immediately wrap your arms around your body upon their freedom, giggling breathlessly as you watch his Evol dissipate into his body through half-closed eyes.Â
âI-ih-hahahte y-YoUahAhhaâŚâ
Sylus laughs. That deep, husky laugh that fills your heart with warmth the moment it resounds in your ears. The sound produced, ironically, by the most feared man in the N109 Zone and all of Linkon City. The sound only you get to hear. The sound reserved for you and only you alone.Â
The moment you hear it, you smile. Sylus watches, face etched with affection, as you calm down, your breathless giggles slowly fading into the silence.
And then the only sounds resonating within the bedroom are the occasional whirs of the air purifier that sits on the distant nightstand.Â
When your eyes open again, youâre met with Sylusâ soft eyes and tender smile just a few inches above you. You feel your heart catch in your chest, staring into the pools of red. Those pools that at times hold ice cold enough to freeze blood, so much contempt, so much wrath. But also capable of holding fear, vulnerability, and the emotion that ripples in them now.Â
Warmth.  Â
You feel the contact before it happens. Through slowly closing eyelids, you see Sylusâ face lowering closer and closer down towards yours, followed by the tender connection of your lips. The scent of his cologne fills the air around you, wrapping the two of you in a soothing embrace. Sylusâ hand travels to the back of your head, the reassuring touch sending gentle shivers down the nape of your neck.   Â
It's at this moment that the thought hits you hard. Sylus' Evol is an extremely powerful, feared energy. There is no blade sharper, no wind that can deliver the force it delivers. You've seen it in action countless times, the air filled with the merciless sound of bones cracking and cries of the enemy's pain as it rips, twists, tears them apart. Yet, when it's in your presence, it becomes so... soft. So gentle. Communicating through such desperation, always reaching out oh so slowly when it approaches you, enwrapping you in it's comfort. Before you met Sylus, you never would imagined a weapon could turn into but a toy in the presence of its beloved. Never could have believed the sight as you watched the murderous blood-red energy shrink, dissipate into a soft breeze, a subtle breath, almost faint enough to not even be there, when faced with the one it feels most vulnerable with. Yet the sight is indeed true, as the glowing mist has proved countless times capable of dimming its glow, retracting its claws, hesitantly touching and prodding in just the right ways to elicit soft childlike laughter from you when another in your place would have been ruthlessly teared to pieces.
Your lips finally disconnect. The breath you were unaware of holding comes out as a giggle, shattering the moment.Â
âOkay, but honestly, just tell me I look like a sack of potatoes in this thing already. See, the sleeves are practically falling off!âÂ
You hold your arms up to his face. A deep, rich chuckle leaves Sylusâ throat.Â
âWhatever you say, sweetie. To me, itâs all the same.â
Yet as he speaks, you both know that these words are untrue. In his eyes, no wine red dress or fine lace will ever be able to adorn you the way Sylusâ clothes do. What he sees is his precious kitten. And if by chance, if only by chance, she may have forgotten the feeling of being the most admired treasure of the dragonâs hoard, his beloved, to rule as queen and princess of his stash, the touch of gentle claws that withdrew upon contact with her smaller hands, her dragon will do whatever it takes to make sure her memories return.
One by one. Without pause to catch even a single breath. Not even if it takes decades, not even until fate has cruelly snatched the bright years of his youth. For if it means his most precious treasure can return, then for centuries, for decades, he will slit his own throat with the knife of his desperation with no hesitation, let the blood seep down trembling hands, let shaking red eyes waver in pain bereft of any regret until the day she does.    Â
And now, those same ruby sharp eyes take the shapes of moons as they look down upon their ownerâs moon, who seems to fit so perfectly into his arms, as she sits up and rests her head upon her palms.Â
You smile mischievously. Your tongue slips out for a miniscule second before it swiftly retracts, but the swift yet dilated pupils of the keen onlooker catch it.Â
âCatch me if you can, Syl-â your giggly taunt is cut off midway as the large hands wrapped around your waist instantly tighten, pulling you into their trap as your words trail off into laughter. Â
You really donât know how much time passes. The two of you stay like this, him gently yet playfully tickling your sensitive spots as he chuckles down at your reactions, you, giggling away helplessly underneath him. Wrapped up in this little bubble of laughter, only the two of you. But one thing is clear: Both of you are happy. Maybe not invincible together against this cruel world, but still happy. And maybe, just maybe, thatâs enough for now. Just for now.
You steal another peak through half-closed eyes up at Sylusâ joyful expression, his cheeks tinted a light pink and lips curved into a wobbly smile.Â
Yes, happy. Thatâs for sure.Â
The Anniversary Incident: Xavier x Reader
cw: SFW, tickling & pure fluff
note: just a midnight thought so i dumped it out but i hope you guys like it! enjoy!
this is a tickle fic btw!
Clink.
You drop an earring into the small porcelain dish that sits atop your dresser. The small pearl catches in the sunlight coming through the bedroom window, splaying a vibrant rainbow across the wall. You frown at yourself in the mirror, careful to avoid the eyes of the significant other, his figure watching you from the corner of the reflective glass from where he sits on the bed behind you.
"Come on. I didn't mean it, it's just my, uh, horribly b-bad memory! You get it, don't you?"
Clink. There goes the second one.
You ignore the desperation in Xavier's whiny voice, hands reaching up to your nape for the clasp of the matching pearl necklace around your neck. Your fingers come to a halt when they're suddenly met by a pair of outsiders.
"You know, I've always thought you looked gorgeous in everything," Xavier voice fills your ears from behind as his own hands covers yours, lifting your loose hair up to help you. As much as you hate to admit it, your heart skips a beat at the gesture. "But I think I may just have a favorite jewel for you now. Pearl. Oh, wait, do pearls even count as jew-"
You elbow him firmly enough to push him back, hearing his feet stagger behind you as you keep your head up, gaze fixated on yourself as your fingers resume their search for the delicate chain.
It was your anniversary. An event never to be forgotten. And he hadn't forgotten it. No, no. But what he had lost remembrance for had left you more hurt and furious than nothing else ever could.
Unlike the rest of the crowd, you and Xavier enjoyed finding peace in calm and serene places like secret cafes you found in cozy street corners or aesthetic libraries. With this in mind, instead of a fancy five-star restaurant, Xavier had taken you to both of yours favorite coffee shop. You had left for the bathroom to fix your lip gloss, telling him to just order the usual for you. But to your utter horror and dismay, you came back to a drink you had never seen before. In a rage, you stormed out of the little shop, walking the short distance home to your shared apartment as Xavier ran after you, yelling apologies and poor shouts of "Oh, please! Is there a difference between caramel and salted caramel?!"
How could he? The cafe you two had been visiting for so long? The drink you had ordered every single time, right in front of his eyes? And he didn't remember?!
Still burning over the event's mental replay, you snap back to the present when Xavier tries to take a step forward in your direction, moving away from him and towards the dresser. "Get out, freaking Park Seo-joon." Your voice is thin and tight, leaving no hesitation and all irritation as you hiss the remark. Did he think being all romantic and lovey-dovey would get him out of this one? Hell no.
Xavier pauses, almost surprised by your random comparison. Not only is it incredibly random, heâs also a little offended by how accurate it is. He canât help but let out a scoff.
ââŚOkay, thatâs kind of insulting,â he mutters, trying to suppress a laugh. You huff, only burning farther in your fury.
"It's supposed to be insulting. You fit the persona perfectly. You're not cool. Or 'handsome, possessive, hot-cold whatever room temp CEO' material like you think you're being right now."
"Wh-what?!"
Xavier actually bursts out laughing at that. Heâll give you this. You might be angry, but youâre still as charmingly hilarious as ever.
His voice lowers a pitch. âSo would that mean you aren't getting butterflies right now?â He glances down at your face in the dresser mirror, the corner of his lips twitching slightly in a hint of a smirk. "Want me to check?"
Idiot. You pull away from Xavier's hands as they try to reach for your neck in an attempt to offer you help with your necklace again, bumping up against the dresser. "I said get out. I don't need fake people in my room."
For a moment, you hear nothing but silence. Confused, you turn to look up, but it's too late. Suddenly, two strong arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into his chest.
"Hmm, are you sure? You're going to regret saying that, cutie." Xavier's smirking voice fills your ears as one of his hands travels to your right underarm, the other sneaking around to the left side of your torso as he begins to tickle you.
You shriek, hands immediately coming crashing down from your neck. No, no, no! There's no way this cheeky thing will get his way after ruining your day! But despite your efforts, your body is already betraying you, lips already parting to erupt into sweet giggles that fill the room. Your legs kick. Your hands push, pull, grab, but it's no use. Xavier's strong grip keeps you pressed against him as you squeal and squirm at his mercy.
"St-shahahap, sthahap! I-i'll k-kill youah!" You shriek whatever comes to your mind in a squealing fury.
You hear Xavier chuckle, his grasp on you tightening as he cages you in. "What was that? Sorry, couldn't hear you over all the laughing."
You mentally curse, struggling against him. "I hahahate y-youah! I-ihaha-argh!"
Xavier chuckles softly, the hand under your arm coming up to pat your head lovingly before it returns to resume its attack on you.
"No, sweetie. We both know how big a lie that is. You don't hate me. You love me. More than anything. Don't you?~"
Looking up at his affectionate grin through half-closed eyes, you almost lose the whim to fight back. Almost. But the urge to rebel comes rushing back faster than the blood in your veins as you recall the day's occurrences, and poorly formed curses and empty threats spill out in between your bubbly laughter. Your face unable to make an expression even anywhere close to passable as furious with the stupid smile pulling at your lips, you try your best to show Xavier who's boss.
Try. That is, until Xavier's hand travels to your ribs, and you gasp, falling through your knees. Xavier laughs, following you down to the safely carpeted floor as you sprawl onto it, squealing helplessly under his relentless touch. And that's about all you can do, giggling away as your pride is tickled to pieces by Xavier.
Xavier smiles as he looks down at your laughing form. Your crinkled cheeks stained a light red, your wide smile, your eyes, pressed tightly shut from the sensation. He loves seeing you like this. He loves hearing your little giggles, your sweet squeals every time his hands get closer to another sensitive spot. He loves knowing he's the source and cause of your laughter, your joy, your happiness.
"Just say it, love. Tell me you forgive me. Say that you'll give your beloved boyfriend another chance. I know that I'm at fault, but I can't fix it unless you talk to me, sweetie."
The nerve! Who is he to say that? But you're too weak, too helpless in this state to resist any longer. Gasping for breath, you nod quickly, shaking in his hold.
"A-Anyathahaing, an-anyhththting! J-just plehahase stahahp, stahwahahp!"
That beautiful sound fills your ears again. The one that sounds like the ringing of chimes. The one they might even call stolen from Tinkerbell. Xavier's laugh.
And then it's over.
You collapse in his arms, the sensation still ghosting your body as you gulp for air, curling into a ball. Your embarrassment could never quite crash through the roof as it is now, is the least to say. You just know Xavier will tease you about this for the next few months, if not weeks. You'll never hear the end of how your little tantrum was crushed by just his simple tickle attack.
A hand comes up to rest on your head, gently running soothing motions through your ruffled hair. The other one wraps around your waist, pulling you into Xavier's chest, enveloping you in warmth. You can practically hear that stupid smile in his voice.
"I know what you're thinking, cutie. And don't think you've escaped my teasing. But I just want you to know that you're in the right for being mad at me. One hundred percent."
What? That's not how it usually works. You stare up at Xavier. His smile only grows.
"I don't know your favorite drink. The one you order every time we visit our cafe together. That's on me, silly. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Our cafe. So now it's ours, huh? The sap. You huff, crossing your arms and turning your head to the other side.
"I...I hate you."
Xavier hand finds your chin, gently tilting your head up to face him. You expect a snarky comment, a egotistic remark. Instead, a pout replaces his gentle yet cocky smile.
"I-I know how it looks, I swear! I-I just didn't know the name, or wh-what type of caramel or toppings you get on it, s-seriously!"
So just a moment ago he admitted to not knowing the entire drink in the first place, and now he just doesn't know the name, huh? The sap.
But your sap. You can't help the hint of a smile that slowly makes its way to your lips. You bring your hands to cup his cheeks.
"Do that again and you're dead. Got it?"
Xavier nods solemnly as you speak.
"My favorite is the Caramel Macchiato. The one that's always on the billboard near the counter, with 75% fat milk, vanilla syrup, and salted caramel. Oh, and vanilla syrup drizzle."
You stare at Xavier, waiting for a response.
His eyes widen.
You gape at him. "What? Don't tell me..."
Xavier gulps.
You gasp. "So you did get it right? Then why did it look so different to me?"
He stares at the ground. "Y-you were looking at the wrong drink. Th-that was mine."
You stare at him as the words click in your mind, realizing that the drink you had seen was indeed Xavier's usual, not yours. You had simply not paid attention to the other cup that sat at the other end of the table. Your cup.
Xavier swallows. "Um...It's getting h-hot, isn't it? I-I'll turn on the AC and be back real quick..."
You grab his hand as he starts to get up, pulling him down into the bed as it's now your turn to pounce on him.
"Now, now, not so fast, little astronaut. Let me take this opportunity to wish you for our anniversary properly. Besides, you don't even have a spaceship to get you there, so why try, don't you think?"
"Wh-what?! N-no, w-ait-WAIT-NO!-AhaHahAHa..."
Needless to say, what an eventful anniversary this turned out to be. You can't wait for next year, and you're sure Xavier feels that way, too!

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