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Wriothesley x Lyney

A/N: This was such a joy to write. Special thanks to @lovelynim for the inspiration (this fic is a huge mashup of multiple loose ideas she had), and to @ticklygiggles for proofreading and motivating me with her enthusiasm.

Summary: Wriothesley has done it. He pissed Lyney off for being too rough. After a chilly silent treatment, Lyney gives him the chance to make amends. (Also on AO3)

Note: They have no canon ages in Genshin but in this fic they are both adults (Lyney young adult, Wriothesley some years older).

Word Count: 4K

Ah, wasn’t it just marvelous? That sweet, hysterical laughter. Those cute and rosy cheeks. The way he writhed and squirmed. Wriothesley only needed one hand to pin his boyfriend’s arms firmly above his head, and one hand to tickle him.

His fingers were long enough to touch multiple sensitive places all at once. And boy, Lyney was ticklish. What a delight. 

“WRAHah-Wrioahaaha! Nohoho- ahahaha !” Lyney’s lovely sounds didn’t go wasted. Wriothesley embraced them, drank them like they were the finest tea. 

Still holding Lyney’s arms firmly and pinning his legs with just his weight, straddling him effectively, Wriothesley spidered his fingers mercilessly all over Lyney’s small torso, digging into his sides and tummy and eliciting the most hysterical bouts of laughter.

“WAHAHah! Nohoh-ohohow stahahahp!” He had him right where he wanted. When he tickled Lyney’s armpit and realized he wasn’t going anywhere no matter what he tried, he released his arms and tickled his other armpit as well, digging his fingers under there to find the hidden treasure.

“And that activates the laughter,” Wriothesley commented dryly as if Lyney hadn’t been laughing all along.

“AHAHAHH! Wahahait- NAHA -” Lyney jolted and arched his back, helpless to Wriothesley’s merciless tickle attack.

“Plea-ahaha nohoho! I cahahan’t breheheathe!” Wriothesley only nodded in response. When he clawed up and down Lyney’s ribs, the hysterical laughter dissolved into the cutest pitchy shrieks and squeals. 

“AAAaahhh! Nohohoooo staahhaap!” Just a little more… He dug his fingers into Lyney’s torso again, his fingers wiggling mercilessly and -

“AHAH Wrioehehehe - IT HURTS !” Wriothesley froze, his hands stopping their assault on Lyney abruptly, and he looked at his face. He looked - ahem. Cute, erotic, but also… Angry. His face was flushed, tears were sparkling in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed.

“Finally - you - stopped. Wriothesley.” 

Wriothesley leaned back and looked at him in surprise. “Did I go too far? Did it tickle too much?” he asked. Lyney weakly moved up and gasped for air. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 

“Don’t talk to me,” he said before getting up on shaking legs and walking away. Wriothesley watched him go. Oh no. He always playfully tickled Lyney and he would never be this angry? 

“Lyney come on, I was just playing,” he said, following after him and placing a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. To his surprise, Lyney suddenly took his own shirt and lifted it, almost as if he was flashing him to seduce him, but it was to make a point.

“Just playing? Do you see this? I’ve been asking you to stop all this time, and yet you went on. You’re always too rough and I've had it!” 

Wriothesley saw the red marks on Lyney’s delicate skin and he shook his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize - “ Lyney then showed him his arms, all red as well. 

“Did I do that?” Wriothesley asked, perplexed, and he remembered pinning those arms down... Was it that rough? Lyney rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated grunt.

“Did you do that? Gee, I wonder who else has been pinning my arms and violated my whole body like I’m some sort of toy without feelings. It’s a miracle you didn’t crush me, Wrio. And you don’t listen so… Just leave me alone.” 

Ouch. 

Lyney went into the bathroom and before Wriothesley could say something, the door closed with a loud slam.

Oh no. He looked at his own hand and clenched it into a fist. Was he really that rough? He didn’t mean to hurt him. Of course he didn’t. It was just some playful tickling he thought. He was making Lyney laugh, he thought. They were having fun, he thought. Damn, he really hated himself for hurting the person he held so dear. 

He waited until he heard the shower running and decided to put some effort into making up with Lyney. He rummaged into his storage and found some of the best and most valuable teas he had been saving for special moments. Well, this was a special moment… He needed Lyney to forgive him. 

While Lyney showered, Wriothesley prepared the best quality tea for him, and put it on a tray together with a plate of Lyney’s favorite biscuits and some grapes. 

When Lyney came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Wriothesley’s oversized shirts - throb - Wriothesley gulped and quickly got up. 

“Lyney, I’m so sorry. I made you some tea, it’s really good tea and should be a comfort to your eh, throat,” he said guiltily, realizing that Lyney must probably not only have a sore body, but a sore throat as well.

Lyney sat down on the couch and side-eyed him. He didn’t say a word, but judging from his attitude, he would accept the tea.

“Here,” Wriothesley said, handing him a cup. He was relieved when Lyney indeed accepted it and brought it to his lips. Wriothesley sat down next to him and waited awkwardly for him to drink it. 

“Too bitter.” 

Eh?! After just one taste, Lyney put down the tea and without even grabbing one of the biscuits, he got up again. 

“Lyney wait,” he reacted, but Lyney shrugged and went to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him before Wriothesley could say anything. Argh. Wriothesley stared at the tea, then took it and gave it a taste.

It was fine, but… Ah right. He sighed. It was fine for him. Lyney liked his tea sweet. This was anything but sweet. 

Wriothesley couldn’t believe he was ruining their weekend together. It wasn’t often that Lyney did not have performances to work on, and Wriothesley was busy with work almost 24/7. 

Finally they were together for the whole weekend and he managed to piss Lyney off like this. Wonderful. At this rate, he was going to leave him. Wriothesley stared at his bedroom door and sighed. Well, he had work to do. 

He gave it a second attempt. Lyney only deserved the bestest, sweetest tea in all of Teyvat. So Wriothesley again looked through his collection and found a tea kind from Mondstadt, made with Calla Lily which was known to not only be bitter but also sweet. If perfected with sugar and honey, it had to be to Lyney’s liking. While preparing the tea, Wriothesley started to realize how little he knew of Lyney’s preferences. 

Or well, he did know about them, but how little he actually took them into consideration. Maybe that was how he ended up tickling Lyney until he was angry like this. To him, tickling was just some playful roughhousing, and maybe he didn’t know his own strength either... Oof, bad boyfriend behavior. He had to make it up to him.

“Hmm,” Wriothesley hummed, and he tasted the tea first. Oof, very sweet. He wasn’t a fan, but he was sure Lyney would like it. Satisfied, he knocked on the door and waited.

“Lyney, please. I remade the tea, can I come in?” It was his own bedroom, but right now Lyney was inside, so he had to be the gentleman he usually wasn’t… 

“Fine,” Lyney said on the other side, so Wriothesley was glad to enter and found him on his bed, reading the book Aether had gotten him recently from Liyue. 

Wriothesley put down the tray and gave him the tea. Lyney tasted it, and without a word, continued to drink.

“Is it good?” Wriothesley asked. Lyney nodded quietly. 

“A-alright…” Wriothesley wasn’t sure what else to say or do. Maybe Lyney really wanted to be left alone now…

“Well, is there anything else I can get you?” Lyney shook his head. Oh. 

“I see. Should I leave you alone?” 

Lyney nodded again. Ah, that stung! 

“Okay, I understand. Let me know if you need anything…” Wriothesley literally felt like a kicked dog as he left the bedroom again. Lyney liked the tea, which was good. But he was still angry. Surely he should’ve known a cup of nice tea wouldn’t make things magically better again. 

So, he went out. By himself. Only to grant Lyney the time and space he needed, and of course, to visit some shops and buy some nice things to spoil him with. He found a cute plushie of a black cat and purchased it, then in the next store he also got Lyney a new mug, and a bag of sweets. 

With these bags, he returned home. It was silent and Lyney couldn’t be seen, so without knocking he rushed into the bedroom, afraid that Lyney had already left. 

“Ly- oh,” Wriothesley said, watching in surprise how Lyney was half naked. Lyney was just taking off his shirt, showing that sweet lovely skin Wriothesley loved to touch and tickle so much and - no! Bad Wriothesley! 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly, and he put down the bags.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked. Lyney gave him a look. Oof, was he still that angry?! 

“Some fresh air will do me good,” Lyney said. How mean. After Wriothesley just went out by himself. He sighed. Well, it wasn’t as if he invited Lyney to come with him…

“I got you something,” Wriothesley said, and he took the plushie out. It was wrapped in the prettiest wrapping paper, and he handed the gift to Lyney. Lyney stared at it.

“I don’t want it.” 

Wriothesley almost fell backwards. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Lyney rolled his eyes. “I don’t want it. It’s not my birthday.” He continued dressing himself, and Wriothesley quickly got the other gifts out.

“I got you these too.” Like he feared, Lyney only eyed the gifts but didn’t bother unwrapping them.

“Nice. We can save them for my birthday.” 

Wha-! Wriothesley dropped the bags and grabbed Lyney’s shoulders.

“Lyney, stop being like this. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I said I was sorry right? What else do you want me to do? How will you forgive me?” 

Wriothesley asked. Lyney only stared back at him. 

“I’ll do anything,” Wriothesley insisted. Ah, now there was some response. Lyney raised an eyebrow.

“Anything…?” he asked.

Wriothesley nodded. “Anything. Whatever you want,” he confirmed. Lyney hummed.

“So… If I say: I want you to let me tickle you, you will do it?” 

Ah, it was still about tickling? Wriothesley nodded. “Of course!” If it was still about tickling, he should’ve just gone ahead and told Lyney he could tickle him back, if that was all he wanted! Stupid of him to not even think of that! 

“For as long as I want to?” Lyney asked. Wriothesley nodded again.

“Sure!” It wasn’t as if he was super ticklish or anything. Lyney could tickle him however he pleased for as long as he liked.

“Good. I will teach you the difference between your technique and mine,” Lyney said. So, he was going to tickle him softly, was that it? 

“Of course, go ahead!” Lyney appeared a little surprised that he agreed just like that. Perhaps a ticklish person like Lyney couldn’t comprehend that someone would submit so easily to a tickle torture on voluntary basis. 

“Good. Then we will do it now.” 

“Right now, wonderful. What do you want me to do, should I undress?” Wriothesley asked eagerly, relieved that this would also stop Lyney from leaving. 

“Just your jacket,” Lyney commanded, so Wriothesley took off his jacket. 

“And your pants,” Lyney added. Wriothesley had to fight the perverted thoughts coming in as he stripped while Lyney still gave him this cold stare. When he was just in his T-shirt and underwear, Wriothesley stood in front of him and spread his arms.

"All yours, baby,” he said jokingly. Lyney still hadn’t melted his ice, and he simply gestured that Wriothesley should move to the bed. So he climbed on his bed and went to lie down on his back. 

“Like this?” he asked. Without answering, Lyney climbed on top of him and eventually straddled him. 

“Hmhm. Comfortable?” Lyney asked, staring down at him. Even when angry, he was so considerate. Wriothesley only started to feel worse about treating Lyney so roughly…

“Yes, I’m fi-” Before Wriothesley could finish his answer, Lyney reached out and without warning scribbled his fingers against Wriothesley’s lower stomach.

“Hohaha,” Wriothesley let out a strange sound as the ticklish sensation surprised him. Lyney repeated the soft tickle, his fingertips fluttering against his abdomen. Despite wearing his shirt, he could feel the tingly sensations right through it, and he shuddered.

“Ohohoh w-we’re hehe stahaharting ahahalready hmhmhm?” he chuckled, surprised that he already felt the urge to laugh while Lyney barely used any pressure.

“Yes, so hold still,” Lyney said, using his other hand to wiggle his fingers against his side. Just softly, without digging in too much, but enough to tickle.

“Hnghh yehehes o-of couhourse,” Wriothesley giggled. How silly. The reflex to move his arms was really there already, but he didn’t want to be in Lyney’s way. Lyney’s touch was so soft and delicate, like Lyney himself. It suited him. His fingers scratched very softly, rubbing circles against Wriothesley’s sides and tummy and causing him to let out a stream of giggles he had preferred to hold back.

“Hehehehe ahahalright y-you’re quihiihite good ahaaht thiihis,” he laughed to encourage Lyney. It felt quite ticklish, but he wouldn’t call it torture. More like a massage that made him laugh. It actually felt pleasant. 

“Ahhhahah!” Wriothesley jumped when Lyney’s fingers moved under his shirt. It felt entirely different to have those soft tickles on his bare skin, and he began to squirm. 

“A-ahahare you ehehenjoying yoursehehelf?” he asked Lyney, but he didn’t get a response. Lyney’s fingers tickled their way up his ribs and paid thorough attention to them, scribbling and fluttering as if Wriothesley’s ribs were the magician’s new musical instrument. They then traveled to his bare tummy and spidered lightly, causing Wriothesley to jump a second time and - oops. 

“Wrio?” Lyney asked in a warning tone when Wriothesley had grabbed Lyney’s wrist. 

“Hehehe reflex, sorry about that,” Wriothesley giggled, and he put his arms back beside himself. He hesitated and then raised them above his head. 

“I’ll - I’ll put them like this,” he said, and Lyney eyed him coldly.

“Good.” Wriothesley braced himself for the continuation of the tummy tickles, only for Lyney to suddenly reach for his exposed and vulnerable armpits.

“HYAh!” Wriothesley let out the most embarrassing sound and moved his arms down in an instant.

“It can’t tickle you this much, move your arms. I remember you telling me you’re not that ticklish at all, so it shouldn't be hard to keep your arms up,” Lyney said, wiggling his fingers gently against Wriothesley’s armpits despite his desperate attempts to defend them.

“Ahahaha I’m nohohot uhuhused to thihis!” Wriothesley laughed. He could remember it too; him telling Lyney confidently that he could try and tickle him back but that it would be no use, since he was not that ticklish. He then proceeded to tickle poor Lyney to tears. One of the many times… To think that Lyney put up with his apparent rough and ruthless tickle attacks for so long, and here Wriothesley was, already squirming and wriggling because of this very soft and gentle tickle session.

“Are you really going to keep moving your arms? I can’t tickle you properly,” Lyney complained when Wriothesley again moved his arms to cover up his most sensitive areas.

“If you can’t keep your hands away, I’m afraid I’ll have to use this.” 

Wriothesley heard a familiar sound, and the next second he saw his very own handcuffs being twirled around by Lyney. He was sure he carried those handcuffs on him earlier as he went out, kind of a habit even on his day off. When did he…?  

“Did you forget your boyfriend is a magician?” Lyney asked, judging the confused look on Wriothesley’s face.

“No I… I’m sorry.”

“Will you keep your hands out of the way, or do we cuff them?” Lyney proposed. Wriothesley shook his head.

“I’ll keep them out of the way. AHh-hehehe!” He was immediately laughing again and his hands shot forward to catch Lyney’s fingers that had tickled his hips all of a sudden.

“Y-you caught me off-guard!” Wriothesley whined, but Lyney shook his head and took the cuffs in his hands. He lifted himself off Wriothesley and flipped him over on his stomach. Just like that!

“We will do it like this,” he said, cuffing Wriothesley’s hands behind his back. Wriothesley wasn’t protesting but… he was also still processing the fact that Lyney was tying him up. He was going to tickle him while in a helpless state.

“That’s… Unfair. I never cuffed your hands when tickling you,” he tried to reason calmly. 

“Did you ever need to? Besides, what’s so bad about handcuffs? I know how to free myself from them. I’m sure you can do it as well, no need to be a magician for that, not-so-ticklish Mr. Wriothesley,” Lyney lectured. Eep. Wriothesley blushed for getting himself into this position, and he wondered how he was going to endure this. His confidence had kind of faded...

He waited for Lyney to turn him back around, only to suddenly feel an unbearable ticklish sensation on his sides as Lyney had wriggled his fingers there so he could brush against his bare sides and tummy from behind.

“Nahhah! Hehehe-” Wriothesley laughed. Maybe this position was a blessing. He was anything but cool right now and wouldn’t want to face Lyney like this!

“Does that tickle?” Lyney teased.

“Yehehes! It does- hahahaa!” Wriothesley felt his laughter increase and increase even more, especially when Lyney’s fingers climbed back up his ribs again. He squirmed and struggled, but with his hands tied behind his back, he really was more helpless than he had ever been before. 

And with those ticklish sensations intensifying…

“Lyehehe-Lyney! I’m reheheally sohohorry!” he apologized through uncontrollable giggles.

“Are you now?” Lyney sang. His fingers arrived at his armpits again and managed to find those sweet spots that made Wriothesley jump. He felt Lyney bounce on top of him, still straddling him, and more laughs and cackles left his lips.

“Eeehehehee! Dahahaamnh!” He wriggled from side to side. That tickled so bad! And still all this time, Lyney was only using minimal pressure. After tickling his armpits until Wriothesley’s voice got even louder, Lyney’s light tickles moved towards his neck. It was a spot Wriothesley hadn’t even tried on Lyney before since he’d just squeeze and claw at Lyney’s slender torso until he cackled, but he realized the neck could be rather sensitive with how much he was laughing and writhing.

“Nohohot thehehere!” he whined, moving his head from side to side. It was such a vulnerable spot, and Lyney skilfully trailed his fingers against the skin of his neck, under his chin, even his ears. Why did it tickle so much!

“Not here, really? Is this the spot?” he heard Lyney ask. Before he could process what happened, Lyney managed to flip him over on his back again with surprising strength for a guy so small. And finally Wriothesley could see his face again and… He was relieved to see him smile. He no longer had the cold aura around him. The look in his eyes was as soft and tender as his tickles were, and Wriothesley couldn’t help but blush and feel shy under his judging gaze all of a sudden.

“Plehehease,” he whined when Lyney’s fingers scribbled randomly at any spot they could find under his shirt. He arched his back and gasped.

“Please what?” Lyney asked, probably thinking he was going to beg him to stop the tickling.

“Kihihiss me,” Wriothesley giggled instead. He was so in need of that affection after seeing Lyney angry. Lyney smiled and leaned in.

“Ask again,” he said with a smirk, his fingers finding a really sensitive spot right at his waist and tickling it very softly with his nails.

“HNghehehhe! Kiss me,” Wriothesley moaned softly. Lyney finally closed the final distance between them and kissed him. Their lips moved together while Lyney’s fingers continued to explore the most sensitive places on his body. Which was... anywhere actually, Wriothesley learned. From his tummy to his sides, and he even moved his hands further and found a really sensitive spot on his lower back that made Wriothesley shudder when it was tickled with quick and soft little scribbles.

“AHhhaha not thehehere!” he laughed again, but Lyney shut him up with another kiss. Damn! Wriothesley’s entire body was on fire as he moaned, his giggles muffled while Lyney continued to kiss him more passionately.

They kissed and kissed, he laughed and giggled, and all of a sudden he heard a click. His hands were released from the handcuffs. He had no idea how his magical boyfriend did that so smoothly without him noticing, but he wasn’t going to ask. 

Satisfied with his freedom, he immediately wrapped Lyney into his arms and kissed him as if his life depended on it. However even while kissing, he now remembered: soft. He didn’t need to pin him down or squeeze him firmly, or kiss him without a break until he couldn’t breathe. He shouldn’t hold him too tightly, he shouldn't do anything that might hurt him. He could take it slow and easy, and he realized that was how Lyney enjoyed it the most.  

With Lyney still on top of him, they made out, and finally when they pulled apart, Wriothesley asked, just to be on the same page: “Are you still angry?” 

Lyney smiled. “I was never angry.” 

Wriothesley frowned. “Hm? You were very angry.” 

“Wasn’t. How else was I going to let you submit to this?” Lyney asked, demonstrating by tickling Wriothesley’s cheek and neck softly. Wriothesley responded with a sudden giggle and he twitched.

“Buhuhut…” Before he could ask, Lyney kissed him again.

“You forgot again. Your boyfriend is a magician, but also a performer. I know how to act.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course I was a little irritated. You tickled me so much until it did hurt a little, and I was also embarrassed. But everything else was just me making sure this would happen,” Lyney admitted, and he tickled Wriothesley again.

“I cahan’t believe y-you hehehe,” Wriothesley laughed, but he couldn’t help but hug him tightly again. He loved his boyfriend so much, and everyday he would still learn new things about him.

“So... About those gifts…” Lyney finally said, and he looked at the bags. 

“May I still receive them? I’m curious what they are.” 

Wriothesley chuckled and shook his head. “Of course. They’re all yours baby.” And he watched fondly how Lyney jumped off the bed and rushed towards the bags with adorable excitement. Yeah, never a dull day with a ticklish and sneaky cheeky magician Fatui as his boyfriend. But Wriothesley wouldn’t trade him for anyone else!

[Epilogue]

“Ahahahah! Wrioheheh-Wriothesleheheey! Nohoho!” Lyney couldn’t stop giggling as Wriothesley lightly tickled his stomach and sides. 

Hugging his newly gifted cat plushie tight didn’t give him any protection. The plushie even happened to be a nuisance when Wriothesley’s fingers found his underarms and brushed gently against the spots. Embracing the plushie, it was hard to move his arms, and Lyney kicked as a reflex. Of course that didn’t affect his huge boyfriend in the slightest.

“Hehehehe not thehehere! I cahahan’t mohohove!” 

It was the morning after a long and lustful night during their weekend together, and Lyney was currently facing Wriothesley’s wrath and revenge for tricking him the previous day. Well, it did result in something. He now tickled him with so much care, softness and tenderness. In a way it felt even more ticklish than ever. It felt better.

“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.” 

Ah, they had also officially introduced a safeword now: “Nehehever!” Alright, that wasn’t the actual safeword. No way would Lyney surrender now. But, the safeword was ‘jellyfish’. Just a random word they came up with together during their heated night together, but with the way Wriothesley was indulging him right now, Lyney doubted he should ever use it. 

“Alright, then I’ll continue tickling you just as I please~”  

Wriothesley sounded so happy and content that Lyney couldn’t help but feel that his little act really paid off. Just another improvement in his remarkable romance with the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide!

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Day 7 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

(This fic is sfw, but there are some mentions of spiciness at the end!)

A/N: 🥳🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEEEEAAARRRRR 🥳🥳 I love you so muuuch, I hope you enjoyed this lil event and I hope you enjoy the last day of this even! I decided to write Thomato since it is a pairing I don't write much!

I hope you have a wonderful day Ginny, and I'm sending all my love to yooouu! (@otomiya-tickles)

Summary: Ayato is back from a business trip and it seems he can't keep his hands to himself, (not that Thoma mind too much).

"M-My Lord. I still h-have things to do."

"Hmm? Don't you want to stay with me, Thoma? If that's the case, then you are free to go."

Thoma bit his tongue to stop himself from whining. Never in a million years would he want to leave Ayato's side, but he really had to finish his chores that had been interrupted with Ayato's arrival. After being gone for almost two months, Ayato was back to the Kamisato Estate once again.

Seeing him safe and sound had been a tremendous relief to Thoma. The correspondence they sent to each other was not enough to calm the anxiety and worry squeezing his heart, but now Ayato was finally back and Thoma felt complete once again. 

He had missed him out of his mind and, if he dared to say it, Ayato had also missed him deeply. As soon as his master had seen Thoma, he rushed towards him and hugged him tightly, pressing him to his chest and planting kiss after kiss on his lips. Thoma's face had taken on an almost unhealthy reddish color and when he told Ayato that people were going to see them, he took him to his room, one that he had not seen in a long time. 

After closing the door behind them, Thoma found himself back into Ayato's arms, his face and neck being showered with tender kisses that had him blushing and shivering. Ayato must have really missed him all this time, could it be that something happened?

"W-Waka? Are you alright?" 

"Hmm?" Ayato hummed, pressing his lips against the pulse under Thoma's jawline. "Why do you ask? Is it so weird that I want to kiss my lover after not seeing him for so long?"

It wasn't weird. Thoma knew Ayato did show his affections for him often, with little gifts and kisses on his cheek here and there, but this time… maybe he really got homesick this time? It had been a long trip after all, but not as long as some other trips Ayato had made before. Well, it wasn't like Thoma hated the attention.

Thoma smiled and he wrapped his arms around Ayato's waist as his master cupped his face and moved it gently so he could still place kiss after kiss against his flushed skin. He really loved the attention, but he had also heard Ayato's stomach growling and Thoma hadn't even started preparing supper, so he really needed to leave that right that instant to make a snack for Ayato and prepare some tea as well; start dinner and finish his early duties.

"Waka… W-Waka we can do this later," Thoma said, pushing his head back when Ayato gently lifted his chin, a kiss to his throat made him moan softly. "Y-You need to rest, My Lord and also eat something, so let me go and quickly make something for- ehehehe!" 

Thoma quickly covered his mouth when a tirade of bubbly giggles escaped from between his lips. His shoulders scrunched up, squishing Ayato's face in the process as he nibbled at that tender spot underneath Thoma's ear. 

"W-Wahahaka," Thoma giggled, squirming softly. "H-Hohold on, plehehease! Y-You knohohow I'm tihicklish thehere!" 

"Of course I know that, and I know you like it when I tickle you," he whispered against the soft spot, brushing his lips against the warm skin to keep Thoma giggling. 

"W-Waka!" Thoma whined, covering his face with his hands. "Y-Yohohou sahahaid you w-wohohouldn't tehehell- ahahaha!" He was surprised when he suddenly felt fingers digging into his ribs, gently clawing at the sensitive bones.

Thoma took a step back, but Ayato followed him easily, tickling him softly. 

"I didn't tell anyone, did I? We're the only ones here, are we not?"

"Y-Yehehes, b-buhuhut- Wahahahakaha! Why ahahare you tihihicklihing mehehe?" 

"Because I can? Because I want to? Because I missed it and because you keep saying you want to leave?"

Thoma grabbed Ayato's arms and tried to push them away, but Ayato barely moved as he kept tickling his ribs. 

"It's nohohot thahat I wahahant to, I just, haah!" 

He wasn't sure how, but he suddenly was laying with his back against Ayato's bed. His master climbed on top of him as his fingers kept drawing out more of that laughter. Thoma squirmed, giggling and laughing and squealing whenever Ayato found an exceptionally sensitive spot. 

It had been a while since the last time he got tickled. Two months ago, to be exact, the night before Ayato left for his trip. That night, Ayato had said that he would miss tickling Thoma, especially more after learning that Thoma didn't mind being tickled and that he, in fact, liked it. 

Thoma had been a blushing mess that night, laughing until he begged for a break; he had had so much fun and he had felt so loved and indulged by Ayato, but right now he felt flustered. 

"Can't you forget about your duties right now?"

"Y-Yohohour stomahahach keeheheps grohohowling, Wahahaka- ahahaha! My Lohohohord! Plehehease!" 

He jerked when he felt fingers clawing against his tummy, he grabbed Ayato's wrists but barely did anything to stop him. His legs hanging from the edge of the bed kicked and jerked as Ayato tickled him more and more. 

"Wahahahakaha! At leheheahast- ahahaha!" 

"You cannot. I'll tell a servant to bring me something to eat so you don't have to leave."

"B-Buhuhut W-Wahahaka, I hahahave to- ahahaha plehehease not my rihihihibs agahahain!" 

Thoma arched his back when he felt Ayato's fingers pressing against his ribs one more time, clawing and vibrating against the muscles that jumped under his touch. Thoma's laughter increased in pitch and so increased his squirming. 

"You're moving too much, Thoma. Do you want to leave that bad?"

"N-Nohoho! It just tihihihickles too muhuhuch and- eek!" 

Thoma shrieked when he suddenly found his arms pinned above his head. He flushed to his ears and started to laugh nervously, shaking his head. 

"N-Nohoho, Wahahaka, plehehease not thehehere," he said, laughing and looking up at Ayato with bright eyes, his heart fluttering when he saw Ayato's fair cheeks dusted in pink. "Y-Yohou knohohow I'm very tihicklish thehere!" 

"Where?"

Aaaaah, that smirk was sending butterflies to Thoma' stomach. Ayato arched an eyebrow and he pushed Thoma' arms up a little higher. 

Thoma curled his toes and fingers. "Wahahaka, you knohohohow!" 

Of course he knew what was Thoma talking about, the night before his departure, Ayato had made sure to tickle Thoma' most ticklish spot until Thoma was seeing stars. Why was his Lord being so teasy right now?! 

"I think I forgot, in that case, you'll have to remind me," Ayato said, leaning closer to Thoma's face. "Where do you like being tickled the most, Thoma?"

"Wahahakahahaha!" Thoma whined, trying to hide his face away from his lover. 

"Where was it?" Ayato asked, holding both Thoma's wrists with one of his hands, the other lightly tracing Thoma's arm, making him giggle brightly. "If you don't tell me, then I guess I'll have to stop and- 

"Under my ahaharms!"

Ayato chuckled, "oh? Right here you mean?" 

Thoma shrieked with laughter when fingers suddenly descended against one of his armpits, fingers wiggling and diggind gently, causing Thoma to throw his head back with the loudest laughter ever. 

It felt like forever since he was tickled like this. He had missed it, laughing like this and feeling that maddening sensation that always made him feel so uncoordinated and out of control. He had missed having Ayato's hands all over him, vigorously trying to make him laugh his head off as he looked at him with tender love. He had missed being under his master's attention. He had simply missed Ayato. 

"AHAHAHAHA! Ayahahahato-sahahahama plehehease!" 

"What is the matter, Thoma? You want more? That is no problem."

"N-Nohoho, thahahat's nahahat- AHAHAHA! Oh, plehehease!" 

Ayato had let go of Thoma's wrists and quickly pushed his now free hand into Thoma's other underarm. Thoma pressed his arms tightly against his sides as he cackled in hysterics, unable to form coherent words between his loud laughs. 

"Ah, I think I am kind of remembering how ticklish you really are, Thoma," Ayato teased, nodding a little. "Especially under your arms, yes, but it is a good thing you love this, right?" 

Thoma shrieked with laughter, weakly grabbing Ayato's hips and giving them a squeeze. Ayato jumped, giggling softly. 

"Nohohow, Thoma. Are you trying to tickle me back right now? When you are at my mercy? That just won't do."

"AHAHAHAHA, My Lohohord, nohohoho!"

Thoma hiccuped between his laughter when Ayato leaned down to nibble at his neck and ears, causing tears of laughter to cling to his lashes and fall down the sides of his face. Thoma reached up and squeezed Ayato's sides, making him laugh against his neck. 

"Hehey! I am the one dohoing the ticklihing."

"Wahahaka plehehease! Juhuhust a momehehent!" 

Ayato laughed, "did you have enough for now?" Thoma nodded weakly. "Very well," he said and the tickling stopped and as Thoma tried to catch his breath and stop the residual laughter still making his body shake, Ayato quickly grabbed him and cuddled him, pressing kisses to his forehead.

"From one to ten, how much fun did you have right now?" 

Thoma giggled, looking at Ayato with droopy, sleepy eyes. "O-One huhuhundrehed." 

Ayato chuckled, "yes, me too." He hugged Thoma tighter and kissed his lips tenderly. "I missed you so much, Thoma. I wanted to drop everything and come right back to see you."

Thoma smiled brightly, his nose nuzzling against Ayato's. "I missed you too, Waka. Some days were harder than others and I wished to see you every single day. Welcome back home."

"It is good to be back, Thoma." 

A kiss here and a kiss there became a hand here and a hand there, a giggle and a laugh into moans and grunts. Thoma had missed his lover so much, he couldn't think of anything else now that he had him between his arms, jerking and flushing under his touch, sighing his name over and over. 

They had a lot to catch up on and Thoma thought that maybe they could both hold off their hunger for a bit, after all they would have plenty of time until Ayato's next trip. 

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #Kamisato ayato #thoma #thomato #thoma x ayato #ticklish!Thoma #a bit of #ticklish!Ayato #tickle fic #mia's things #ginny's birthday extravaganza #ginny's week

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That Darn Cat

Author's Note: So sorry for the very, very, very late upload and me being almost nonexistent on this website. In short, a bunch of life changes happened, and I 1000% don't get paid enough to do as much work as I have to do.

Thanks for being so patient with me. This a sequel to Wow Fantasstic Baby and is a product of my brain just going feral. If that what it takes to write fics, then that's what it is, I guess.

Tagging @myreygn @otomiya-tickles @ticklishfanart and a special shoutout to @parker-fluff for being my test subject to @italeean (I hope this is a nice wake up call Elle).

It was no secret that Tsukishima was an observant person. Both on and off the court, his teammates and friends know that although he doesn’t say much, he’s always watching and thinking. Thus, it came to no one’s surprise that he had picked up on a substantial amount of Kuroo’s likes, dislikes, routines, and habits in the few months they had been dating.

Despite the latter’s mess of a hairstyle, Tsukishima had found that he loves running his fingers through Kuroo’s hair and scratching at the base of Kuroo’s neck; his boyfriend, of course, loves it too. He adores the way Kuroo melts into his touch and how Kuroo hums under his breath, recording these little moments in his heart to be played over and over again until the day comes when he can’t remember.

Tsukishima isn’t the kind of person for grand gestures. He shows his love through small, handcrafted gifts made from the leftover scraps from Yamaguchi’s many art projects, daily updates about what he’s doing, sending pictures, finding scented candles that remind him of his loved ones, and reminders about important dates like quizzes and doctor’s appointments.

But lately, Tsukishima notices that the third year’s replies to text messages and phone calls decrease in frequency. It’s not as if he doesn’t understand. Third years have college entrance exams, plus his duties as a volleyball captain with a team going to nationals. He has his own exams and volleyball practice to attend to. Sure, he wants Karasuno to beat Nekoma if given the chance, but he plans on giving his boyfriend a needle-felt cat and maybe a kiss, no matter the outcome.

Instead of mourning the time he’s losing and whining to his boyfriend to pay attention to him, he finds himself worried about Kuroo because he knows that trying too hard not to let go is like trying to hold onto wet sand. And, yet part of him is still insecure because this is his first relationship, and he’s terrified of messing everything up. He has a small but strong support system, but they’re people who know the deeper parts of him that he hides behind walls.

After blurting these fears out loud on accident while talking with Kenma to double-check if his observations are correct, Tsukishima finds himself with a free bus ticket to Tokyo. During the many hours it takes to get from Miyagi to Tokyo, he can’t help but think he’ll see a side of Kuroo that he’s never seen before.

Regardless, he wants the latter to open up to him and show him every side, the bad, the sad, the ugly, the calm, the cheerful, and everything in between. In time, he hopes to do the same.

This afternoon, on the rare day that Kuroo takes a break from studying, his boyfriend is practically sprawling on top of Tsukishima’s lap while Tsukishima runs his fingers through the former’s hair.

“I want, uh, want to do something for you,” Tsukishima says, his face heating up a little as he breaks the silence in the room.

“Hmm?” Kuroo mumbles in response, “But you already do so much for me, love.”

Tsukishima debates hiding his face behind his hands. He absolutely adores how Kuroo still makes him feel like a giddy little kid, as surprising as it is to imagine him that way (Yamaguchi won’t stop making fun of him, not that he minds).

“I know…” He takes a deep breath and leans down to plant a kiss on the back of Kuroo’s neck. “You’ve been really stressed lately, and I just want to help relieve your pain in any way I can.”

Kuroo pushes himself up on his forearms so he can look Tsukishima in the eye. Kuroo’s gaze is filled with such warmth and understanding that Tsukishima falls in love with him over and over again. No matter Tsukishima’s limited and feeble attempts to comfort his boyfriend, Kuroo always treats him with such kindness and grace, letting him warm up at his own speed. He admits that opening up again is hard, but he’s willing to do it for Kuroo.

“All right. What do you want me to do, then?”

Tsukishima bites his lip. Okay, maybe he hasn’t thought this through enough. He tries to think of something, anything that he can do to erase the tension lines in his lover’s face and the stiffness in his lover’s shoulders, until a small voice in the back of his mind has him fighting back a smirk. “Can you lie down on your stomach?”

“Like this?” Kuroo asks, stretching himself out on Tsukishima’s bed with his arms crossed over his head.

Tsukishima slings his right leg over Kuroo’s body and sits down on his butt.

“Ooh. I think I’m going to like this.”

This time Tsukishima actually smirks now that Kuroo can’t see him. He expects his boyfriend to squirm or even at least twitch when he squeezes Kuroo’s sides. What he doesn’t expect is to hear a loud shriek followed by rapid giggling. “I’m just trying to give you a back massage, darling. Won’t you be good and stay still for me?”

The only response he gets is a shaky fuck off.

“Tch. I guess someone better teach this naughty cat a lesson.” He grins at the way Kuroo immediately starts squirming at his words. “Oh? The flirty tom cat can’t take what he dishes out. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to behave.”

Okay.

Tsukishima knows he should feel a little guilty, but his boyfriend’s squeaks and snorts of protest as his drums his fingers on Kuroo’s sides. But he loves the way the latter shakes his head from side to side, making his bed hair even messier than usual. Scratch that, he kind of loves everything about the figure cackling even harder than Tsukishima had been before when he skitters up Kuroo’s ribs.

“Naaahaahahat there,” the latter begs, trying to grab Tsukishima’s hands.

Kuroo fails every time.

“Hmmmmm?” he says while alternately poking each side of his lover’s ribs just to see him jump. “Then…how about here?”

The cackling gets replaced by a long howl that’s almost painful to his ears.

Good.

He snickers. “Attention neighbors of this small apartment with hopefully thick walls, I need to report a murder. Cause of death some fingers resting on a set up very, very, very ticklish underarms.”

Leaning down next to Kuroo’s left ear, Tsukishima asks, “Left, right or both.”

And he thought his boyfriend was a little sadistic when Tsukishima was getting tickled the last time.

“FUUHUCK,” Kuroo screams, his arms clamped to his sides.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad. I’m not even doing anything.” Tsukishima squints at the shiny dot on his lover’s face. “Wait? Is that a tear I see?”

Kuroo whines.

Tsukishima, with some strength he didn’t even know he had, flips the latter over and pins Kuroo’s hands over his head. “Nope. That absolutely won’t do. I want to see that cute face of yours.”

It takes everything in him not to coo at his boyfriend on the spot as he looks down with a soft smile on his face. Kuroo’s face is flushed, more so than any match he’s seen him in. He relishes the way Kuroo tries in vain to hide his face in his arms. Even the bright red color of his ears matches his face.

Kuroo is so hot like this.

Another squeak of protest breaks the silence.

Tsukishima’s smirk returns at the sound. “Sounds like someone is a fan of that.”

“Nohohoooo.” Kuroo replies, now giggling and squirming from anticipation.

“Now, raise your arms above your head and keep them there.”

“WHAT,” his lover squawks, mouth agape.

He plants a kiss on Kuroo’s forehead. “You heard me love. Or…do I need to do something a little more drastic?”

“I-Ihii…whaaa…?” Kuroo replies, his face growing redder and redder by the second.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry I have an even better idea for you.” He uses one hand to pin both of his lover’s wrists and uses the other hand to grab the latter’s chin so they’re looking at each other. “Please move dow-no, you will move down so I can sit on those pesky arms of yours.”

Somehow Kuroo’s face grows even redder at the command but scoots down like he’s told, albeit while glaring at Tsukishima. Nope. Tsukishima is definitely not proud of himself for that one. Not at all.

Turning around, yet still keeping a strong grip on Kuroo’s wrists, he uses his right leg to pin his boyfriend’s right arm and his left leg to pin his boyfriend’s left arm until he’s more or less just kneeling on them. “Yes…Yes, this is much better,” he says with a low hum that rumbles in his chest.

Kuroo pouts up at him. It’s so fucking adorable that Tsukishima wants to take a picture, so he does as the former only pouts harder at the action. “You don’t want to bully your poor boyfriend, do you? You wouldn’t do something like this to him, would you?”

“Sorry, dear.” He uses his right hand to massage circles onto the base of Kuroo’s neck. The all-familiar hum follows as he moves up the back of the latter’s head and kneads on his scalp.

Once Kuroo is sufficiently relaxed, he digs a single finger into the center of Kuroo’s right underarm. His lover almost leaps off the bed with a high-pitched squeal. It’s music to his ears.

“SHIHIIT,” Kuroo screams before breaking into desperate laughter and flopping around like a fish out of water.

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Tsukishima teases, “It’s just one little finger. How bad could it be?”

“IIIHIIT’S BAAHAHAD." His boyfriend’s legs wave back and forth in a frantic matter, reminiscent of something straight out of a horror movie.

Kuroo has many sides, sides that Tsukishima has yet to see, but he thinks this might be his favorite. In everyday life, both on and off the court, his lover is calm, cool, and poised. This side of Kuroo is a wild beast he can’t wait to tame. He wants to learn which buttons he can push, and perhaps what his boyfriend will do in return.

“Hmm? I don’t know. I think you can get more desperate than this. I guess we’ll just have to see, then.”

“FUUHUCK OFFF!” Kuroo tries to hiss but it ends up sounding like the high-pitched sound of a tea kettle going off.

Tsukishima settles into a rhythm. Alternating between left and right with a single finger right in the center has Kuroo practically wailing. Spidering around the edges until little hiccups and snorts start to filter through his lover’s laughter. Raking his fingers from the middle of Kuroo’s ribs up to the bottom of his biceps makes him blubber and babble like a brook filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes.

And, once Kuroo almost gets used to the pattern, he wiggles all five fingers into each underarm which has the former straight up screaming like he’s being murdered.

After the nth round of this routine, because Tsukishima has all but forgotten…oops, Kuroo’s begging and pleading becomes incoherent.

“FUUHUHUUU! NGHHHH! NAAAAA MOHORE!”

“Really, more?” Tsukishima asks. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”

Tears stream down his boyfriend’s face as his laughter finally goes silent. “I…c…an’t…”

“Okay. Okay. I think you’ve had enough, silly,” Tsukishima replies with a chuckle, crawling off Kuroo’s arms and helping the latter sit up. Biting his lip, he says, “I didn’t take it too far, did I?”

“What!” Kuroo squawks, waving his hands in front of his chest and then covering his face with his hands. “No. no. I…uh…kindoflikedit.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Say it again.”

Kuroo tries to hide his face in his hands again. “Nooooo,” he whines. “You already heard it once. I’m not saying it again.”

“Oh come on,” Tsukishima says, bending down to give his boyfriend another kiss, “Be good and tell me again, clearly this time. I want to hear every word.”

Another sound akin to a wheezing kettle comes out of his lover’s mouth. “Oh. My. God. You can’t just say stuff like that.”

 “But I can, and I will,” Tsukishima replies. He could get used to this. Kuroo all flustered for him. “Now say it.”

“Nooooooo.”

“I’m waiting.”

“...Fine.” Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I. Liked…it.”

 “Well…I guess that makes two of us, then,” Tsukishima peppering Kuroo’s face with kisses until his boyfriend is giggling. 

“As long as I get to get my revenge, of course.” Kuroo reaches over to squeeze Tsukishima’s thigh just to hear him squeak.

If he was a different person, he would be pouting, but he settles on prying his lover’s hands away from his face and planting a kiss upon his lips.

“But…We need a safe word or something, so we know for sure if we go too far,” Kuroo says after their lips part, his voice coming out more breathy than normal.

“Mhmm. Yeah. I don’t want to actually kill my boyfriend.”

Kuroo glares back at him in a playful manner. “Based on today, you’re sure as hell going to get as close to that as possible.”

“You love me anyways,” Tsukishima replies while pulling Kuroo into his arms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

#tickle fic #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #kuroo tetsurou #kurotsukki

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I’m starting a tag game so hAh take that >:D

Anyways it’s time for some self love sooooo

List your top 3 favorite works (art fics whatever u want)

AND WHY :D gotta make sure to do the why👹no self deprivation here🕺

Feel free to rope anybody else into this chain we gotta self lovo 🤸‍♀️

GHOST! This is so cool oh my goodness! Let's make a chain! >:D

1.) Operation WereTiger: BackFired!: One of my favorite works for Bungo Stray Dogs! It combines all my favorite things: Lee!Dazai, Atsushi's paw hands, collaborating with friends, and absolute mayhem! Nym (@intheticklecloset) is a fabulous writer- and getting an opportunity to collab and befriend her makes this fic extra special in my book ^w^

2.) Girls Night: I adored writing this fic ajlkjarkjeajkrakj It's not often I get the chance to write Shinobu and Mitsuri's friendship, nor do I get the chance much to write something so Muichiro-centric. This fic covered both! :D Getting to write these three having a sleepover and bonding brought me so much joy alejkrakjrekj I just love writing sleepover fics!

3.) Phone Chaos: Lookie, it's our collab! :D I love collabs, can't y'all tell? Alongside that- Spy x Family is one of my favorite anime/manga! The characters are hilariously cute, the story is funny and intense, and I adore these two as a couple so much. Also writing Yor with her face covered in chocolate to go alongside your art with her covered in chocolate is beyond funny alkjrkeakraekrjk

No pressure tags: @rachi-roo, @gladdygirl18, @tklpilled @danibby @otomiya-tickles, @duckymcdoorknob @myreygn @ticklish-n-stuff @intheticklecloset @skribblz @helloitsghost (That's right- I'm tagging you too :P) + Whomever reads this and wants to play! :D

#squiggily plays #ask game #top threes #fanfics #fluff #helloitsghost #ghost :3 #friend :3 #new game let's gooooo!

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Redeemed (Junjou Romantica)

Summary: After a fight, Usagi is overly apologetic and Misaki is beginning to feel guilty. But then Usagi gives him a coupon book for personal favors, and he gets an idea...

A/N: This is a fic I wrote for the one and only @otomiya-tickles several months ago. It was originally going to be part of the 12 Days of Ficmas last year, but when that didn't happen I decided to write it just as a special gift. I've finally decided to share it with the rest of you as well. (This was also the first fic I wrote after...certain events.) Hope you enjoy. <3

Word Count: 2,642

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This coupon book was ridiculous, but it had been given to him with good intentions and a sincere apology behind it, so Misaki sighed resignedly and flipped open to the first ticket, beginning to read.

One free massage. One day without interruption. Wow, really? One fancy dinner of choice. One shopping trip. One…

The list went on and on, each page more intriguing and confusing than the last. Misaki felt his heart warming. He appreciated that Usagi seemed genuinely remorseful for what he’d done the other night – forcing himself on him so much the younger boy cried for an hour straight, feeling violated and unsafe in their shared home – but this almost felt…too much.

Then he flipped to the last five pages of the small coupon book, wrinkling his brow when he saw that they were blank. It took him a few moments to notice the small text at the bottom of the page:

Write-in. Whatever you want, I’ll do it for you, Misaki. I love you.

Misaki’s heart officially melted.

It was almost too bad that Usagi was out of the apartment right now. He felt as though he could go to the man this instant, wrap him in a hug, whisper that he’d been forgiven. Really, he’d been forgiven before the coupon book was even handed to him – his partner’s profuse apologies upon seeing his tears had been enough, even if they hadn’t felt enough in the moment. But now he felt their roles had been reversed, that he needed to go and comfort his boyfriend this time.

Well, he could cook them a nice dinner and they could have that conversation later. For now, Misaki put the coupon book back in his pocket and flopped sideways on the couch, curling up comfortably, mind swimming with possibilities.

Of course he would use the write-in space – it was too good to pass up. But what could he ask for that hadn’t already been offered to him in a different coupon? He could always ask for another full day of no interruptions if he wanted. That was truly beneficial to him on several levels and appealed to him the most out of everything he saw. An opportunity to get his work done without being snatched away for a spontaneous makeout session or tickling? That would be amazing.

Wait.

Misaki’s eyes flew wide open. No. No way. I get enough of that already – I can’t ask him to—

But he was already searching for a pen, heart hammering in his chest.

After all the apologies and all the thoughtful coupons, truly, this was the least he could do to meet Usagi halfway. Pen now in hand, he clicked it open and shakily began to write in his first request.

*

The door to their apartment clicked open. Misaki glanced up from where he was making dinner at the stove and smiled shyly. “Welcome back.”

Usagi hung up his coat and removed his gloves, maintaining uncertain eye contact with him the entire time. “Thank you.”

Things hadn’t felt this awkward between them in a long time, and Misaki was determined not to let it last. “Did you have a good day?”

“I did.” The older man approached the kitchen cautiously, like he was afraid of spooking his partner. “Did you?”

Misaki smiled genuinely then, remembering the coupons, thinking of the one in his pocket he intended to hand his boyfriend after dinner. “Yes.”

Usagi nodded. “Good.”

There was a beat of silence, then the younger man couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?”

Usagi blinked, then seemed to relax, sauntering around the counter to meet him and pull him gently into his arms, kissing his lips tenderly, with none of the harsh determination he usually exhibited. “Hello, my love.”

“Mmn.” Misaki groaned, pulling away when he heard the contents of his pot about to boil over. “All right, that’s enough. Go sit down; I’ll bring you a plate.”

The older man opened his mouth – probably to protest that he could do it himself – then seemed to think better of it and did as he was told for a change. Misaki smiled to himself, turning off the burner and stirring up the last of their dinner before reaching for two plates out of the cupboards overhead. Usagi was kind of cute when he was being docile, though he knew that once that coupon was out of his pocket and in his boyfriend’s hands, that would end quickly.

Dinner was uneventful, if a bit strained on Usagi’s part. Clearly he was still feeling badly for how he’d behaved before; his conversations were empty of their usual teasing cadence and flirting comments. He was polite, interested, and tame.

Misaki couldn’t wait to get him back on track.

When they’d finished eating, Misaki glanced at the clock. Half an hour, he decided. That’s what they say for swimming, right? I’ll wait half an hour and then give him the coupon.

In the meantime they migrated to the living room after putting the leftovers away for tomorrow. Usagi seemed relieved when his boyfriend sat beside him on the sofa, cuddling into his side like he did when he wanted comfort or affection.

“How did you like your coupons?” Usagi asked him after a while, voice soft.

Misaki tensed at first – thinking of the one in his pocket – then remembered that wasn’t one of those that Usagi offered and relaxed again, humming contentedly. “They were really thoughtful. I appreciate it, Usagi-san.”

“Any that caught your eye?”

“One day without interruption?” Misaki said, voice teasing. “Can you really do that?”

“For you, I can do anything.”

At this, the younger boy lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend, surprised to see how serious Usagi was about this. He felt himself melt again, though this time it came with a pang of guilt. He was definitely feeling too badly about what had happened for too long. He glanced at the clock. Forget the half hour – he had to do this now.

Misaki shifted, throwing a leg over Usagi’s lap. The older man looked surprised in the split second it took the brunette to lean down and kiss him. After a long moment strong hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer, holding him almost reverently.

“I’m sorry, Misaki,” he murmured for what felt like the hundredth time since that night a few days ago. “I know I can be pushy, but I never meant to hurt you—”

“I forgive you, Usagi-san,” Misaki whispered into another kiss, reaching into his back pocket. “In fact, I’d…I’d like to redeem one of those coupons now, if I can.”

Usagi pulled back, eyes darting to the paper in his boyfriend’s hands. “Of course. Whatever you want, my love. My Misaki.”

Misaki whimpered at the endearment, blushing as he held out the coupon. Usagi took it and angled it until he could read it.

“Oh, one of the write-ins?” he mused, then fully took in what the words said and what they meant. He blinked. He glanced at his partner. “Oh?”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me!” Misaki protested, shoving at his chest lightly, feeling heat rising in his cheeks.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“N-No! I mean…” The brunette hesitated, certain he wouldn’t even be allowed an explanation before he was attacked, but surprisingly, Usagi was sitting there patiently, watching him, waiting for him to speak. Misaki whimpered again, averting his eyes. “I don’t…don’t entirely hate it, you know? Just…maybe we can have a safe word this time?”

Usagi’s curious look gradually shifted into a sly grin that made Misaki’s heart race. He tossed the coupon aside and pulled him in closer, earning a squeak in response. “What word would that be, my little tickle toy?”

That did it. Misaki covered his face with both hands and flopped into Usagi’s chest, groaning. “Don’t call me that! It’s embarrassing!”

“Answer me, Misaki.”

He whined. “I-I don’t know…why not the same one we use in the bedroom?”

“Because I want a different one for this.”

Of course he did! “Fine! You pick one, then.”

At this, Usagi gripped his waist tightly and got to his feet, hoisting him over his shoulder and beginning to trek upstairs. “You’re the one who will be laughing himself silly. You decide.”

Misaki’s eyes widened. He knew – he knew they’d be doing this now, but still! He gripped Usagi’s sweater and yelped, “W-Wait!”

“You wrote it,” the older man said matter-of-factly, swinging their bedroom door shut behind them, plunging them into darkness without bothering to turn on the light. “You wanted this.” He tossed Misaki onto the bed, making the smaller boy squeal and start giggling already even though he hadn’t been touched yet. Usagi loomed over him, and the brunette could tell he was smirking even though he couldn’t see him perfectly. “Choose a safe word, Misaki.”

“P-Purple,” Misaki stammered, not at all sure why that was the only word that came to mind in the heat of this moment. He shrank back on the bed, arms glued to his sides preemptively.

Usagi chuckled. “Purple it is.”

“Eeek!” Misaki cried when his boyfriend pried his legs open to sit between them, leaving his thighs vulnerable to the first tickles, which came swiftly once their word had been established. “Ehehehehehe wahahahahahait! Wait, I d-dihihihihidn’t have tihihihime to gehehehehet reheheheheady!”

“Did you need time?” Usagi teased, amused by his partner’s weak attempts to swat at his hands. “Would it really have helped you?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“So, tell me, my love. What inspired you to use one of your write-in coupons for this?”

Misaki desperately wanted to cover his face despite it already being dark in here. “I tohohohold you alreheheheheady!”

“Explain it to me again.”

“Jeheheheheherk!” Misaki whined, bucking his hips with a near scream when Usagi moved up to pinch his hipbones in warning. “Okahahahahay, okay! I l-lihihihihike it, kihihihihind of! A lihihihihittle bit!”

Usagi hummed. “Like it how?”

It took a moment for the younger man to process what the question meant in his ticklish haze, though thankfully his partner had moved up to his sides instead of his death spot. “Nohohohohot like thahahahat, you pehehehervert! Just for fuhuhuhuhuhun!”

“All right,” Usagi chuckled, shoving his hands under Misaki’s clothes to get to the bare skin beneath. “But don’t think that means I won’t try this in the bedroom, too. Just to experiment.”

Misaki couldn’t even bring himself to protest or fight back; he was too lost to his giggles already. It had only been a few days, but he didn’t realize until now how much he’d desperately missed Usagi being on top of him, making him squirm and let out involuntary noises that embarrassed him beyond belief.

And really, after how tense and awkward things had been between them since that night, seeing the outline of his boyfriend’s happy grin made all of this worth it.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Usagi teased, fingers scribbling and scratching at his sides and tummy. “Look at you squirm, Misaki~ Does it tickle here? What about here?” He darted up to his underarms without warning, earning a loud shriek and even harder giggles, legs kicking the air but doing him no good with the way they were positioned. “I’ve missed your laugh, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve tickled you, hasn’t it? Were you missing it, Misaki?”

“Stahahahahahahap!” Misaki pleaded, tossing his body this way and that, going nowhere fast and feeling a little thrill from the knowledge. “Quit teheheheheheasing me!”

Usagi leaned down to bite his earlobe playfully, fingers digging harder into his armpits while his body pinned the smaller boy to the bed so he could hardly move at all. “Never.”

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Usahahahahahagi-sahahahahahan!” Misaki cackled, throwing his head back with waves of mirth, the reality of his situation sinking in more and more the longer he felt those strong, singing, unbearable sensations wrack his body. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Jeheheheherk! It tihihihihihihickles! Please, it tihihihickles so bahahahahad!”

“Does it?~”

“Mohohohohove somewhere ehehehehehelse!” Misaki begged, frantically trying to dislodge his boyfriend’s fingers from his underarms. “Plehehehehease, new spohohohohohot!”

“Oh? Would you prefer if I tickled you…here?” Usagi’s fingers moved down to his ribs, pressing and digging into each one, clawing and raking and drilling in rapid succession that left Misaki near breathless with hysterical giggling. “You do seem to like it here, don’t you, tickle toy?”

Misaki cursed, surprising and pleasing Usagi immensely. “Stahahahahahap with that crahahahap! Don’t call me thahahahahahat!”

“Tickle toy,” Usagi chuckled darkly, still pinning him in place with his body. “You just want to laugh so loud for me, don’t you? Laugh and squirm and kick and beg me to stop? Hmm, tickle toy?”

Misaki dissolved into silent laughter at the incessant teasing, shaking his head, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. “Plehehehehehease!” he wheezed, barely able to catch his breath. “Dohohohohon’t!”

Usagi seemed to sense he needed a moment, so he sat back up and slowed his tickling to a light tracing along his body, up and down his chest, digging in randomly just to watch the brunette jolt and giggle helplessly.

“You’re mehehehean, Usagi-sahahan.”

“I rather think you like it.” The older man went back down to his thighs, pinching in tandem with his teasing intonation of, “Mi-sa-ki.”

Misaki tossed his head back, spewing even more giggles, wiping a tear from his cheek. “Mehehehean.”

Usagi grinned at him, gently pushing his legs down flat on the mattress so he could straddle them, unbuttoning his boyfriend’s jeans. “Relax,” he said when he got a wide-eyed, horrified look from the younger man. “I’m not doing anything like that. Just getting easier access.”

Misaki’s eyes only went wider at that comment. He smiled wobbily, knowing full well what was coming next. “Wait!”

“Nope.”

“But it tickles so bad—!”

“I know.”

“No! Wahahahahahait!” Misaki squealed, then screamed full-on when Usagi’s thumbs pressed into those super sensitive spots along his hips where they met his thighs. He arched his back and yelled his ticklish agony into the air, and not for the first time he wished he had a way to cover himself up, this time to muffle what had to sound like him being murdered horrifically. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT, USAGI-SAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“But I love hearing you scream and laugh like this,” Usagi replied reasonably, drilling his thumbs in deep, adoring the way Misaki’s body thrashed beneath him at the simple touch, shrieks and curses and loud, desperate laughter filling the air around them.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE USAGI-SAHAHAHAHAHAN!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Usagi chuckled, shifting just slightly downward toward the ultimate prize, smirking when Misaki’s laughter when silent a second time, wheezes and gasps for breath replacing the ear-piercing noises he’d been letting out moments before. He didn’t stay there long, thankfully, lightening his touch and scribbling gently over his belly, swirling into his navel a few times as Misaki panted for air, his giggles having turned whiny and exhausted.

“Purple?” the older man asked, checking in. It was clear he was trying not to go too far again, and for that reason alone, Misaki felt like he could withstand a little more, his love for his partner swelling up inside him twice as much as usual.

“No,” he replied breathlessly, even going so far as to pull his own shirt up further, exposing more of his bare torso for Usagi to tickle. “Not yet.”

Usagi looked both elated and touched. He leaned over him again, kissing him so hard Misaki saw stars. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Misaki replied just before being sent back into a world of ticklish bliss, giggling and squirming uselessly on their shared mattress, loving the feeling of Usagi’s hands on him, making him melt, making him submit as he always did.

It was good to have him back.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #junjou romantica #usagi x misaki #misaki takahashi #usami akihiko #boyfriends #lovers #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[dokidoki-muffin]

I posted 182 times in 2022

That's 182 more posts than 2021! (edit: lololo not shit sherlock.. this blog didn't exist then 🤣🤣🤣👌)

176 posts created (97%)

6 posts reblogged (3%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@otomiya-tickles

@intheticklecloset

@theatregaymer

I tagged 182 of my posts in 2022

#dokidoki asks - 135 posts

#tickling - 25 posts

#dokidoki thoughts - 24 posts

#art - 21 posts

#dokidoki spice - 20 posts

#not art - 9 posts

#just text xD - 8 posts

#dokidoki requests - 7 posts

#yoi - 7 posts

#yuri on ice - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#can't decide if this is a ramble or a rant xD but honestly just let people enjoy what they enjoy and get on with it xD ^^;;;;``

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Anyone here who read Neon Sign Amber by Ogeretsu Tanaka at some point? 🙃 It's still one of my favourite BL mangas to this day! I really love how some of her characters are actually canonically ticklish 💖 This here is inspired by *the moment* from the extra chapter 😳🙈 (For some reason I was motivated for more detailed colours this time)

566 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

I just couldn't leave the other Yuri without tickles >w< How did it come to this? You're free to speculate :P

And yes. I am slowly trying to bring this blog back to life, but I have no plans whatsoever xD So I will just go with the flow ^o^;

618 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

#3

I had quite a few different asks for Sk8 in my inbox, so I tried to combine more characters into this one 🤭✨ Don't ask me, but whenever I see a bratty squirt like Miya, my brain keeps yelling one single thing: Wreck that little shit!!! 😆🔥😈

703 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#2

I had a bit of extra time today and a decent idea 🤭✨ So there we go!! I hope this is what you wanted anon ^^ (Colo is a bit simpler again because otherwise it takes forever! 😅😬)

762 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Oh, you're sorry? Maybe I should do this every time you mock my cooking 🤔🙃" . Argh fuck it 😂🙈 I originally wanted to write a fic for this as well but I somewhat lost control over my life in October 😬😆 srsly.. there was just so much going on that I barely had time for anything, soooooo for now here's the art post at least 🙄🤣🙈 Yeah. I hope you enjoy it anyway 🙃🙃🙃

817 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #lolololo I didn't know this is a thing XD #But funny to see :3 #ALSO WHATS WITH THE 800+ NOTES? ARE YOU INSANE? XDDD O___O #Anyway thank you all so much for an absolutely fucking amazing year!!!!!! (well quarter year to be exact XD) Much love from this muffin!!!

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

About Me and the Blog

I am a 1st year college student pursuing a Bachelor's in Aerospace Engineering. If I don't post in a while, you know why. But, I'll definitely post something in advance or an update whenever I have the time. I love tickling and I am 90% lee 🫠. Interestingly, I have never been tickled before but have always been yearning for it since I learned about it. I usually satisfy my craving by reading fanfics and looking at art which at times gives me the ticklish tingles if you know what I mean ;) 

This brings me over to why I started this blog. I have been thinking of starting a tickle blog for a while now. Around 5-6 years ago. I wanted to write and join the tickle community that has always been bringing me happiness throughout my life. It's the joy, laughter, and connections that I feel when I read a fanfic or see an art piece. The Tumblr Tickle Community has a special place in my heart and I want to be a part of it. 

My main inspiration and love for tickling comes from otomiya-tickles, now known as otomiyaa. Her blog has been a huge influence and one notable post she made back then when I was still exploring the community was key in making me start a tickle blog. Screenshot below 👇

Her post was a sense of relief knowing that there are other people like me that are hiding their interest in tickling. I wanted to break out of my shell since then and here I am now, proudly starting a tickle blog :) I'm not alone and there is a whole community that I can be in without being judged because we have something in common, tickling. 

I want to also thank all the tickle blogs whom I've liked the content of over the years and how much your content means to me. I have read fanfics or saw artwork of a series and enjoyed it and wanted to watch the series. Avatar the Last Airbender and Dr. Stone, as examples. 

A special thanks to you, the reader, for taking the time to read this and understand me and the blog a bit better. This all came from the top of my head and was a lot of information. I can't wait to make content for you all and see what else the community has in store!

#blog intro #intro post #tk blog #tword blog #tword community

[t-wordiiish]

Favorite tickle video/content blogs?

Oh gosh let me think

@otomiya-tickles writes the best fanfics I've ever seen I've reread the genshin ones idk how many times JAJSJSHSH

@sourcesolo has good gifs and I'm constantly finding content there to reblog

@weakagainstfeathers makes me feel some type of WAY😳

@ticklishprincesub has no idea I exist but his content fuels my ler/soft dom tendencies I have aidjdjdhdhd I might have a Tumblr crush on him and he might be my dream lee

@toadallytickles cuz who doesn't love her are you even in the community if you don't follow her

@city-tickles also has really good content! Especially videos definitely check out the videos that are posted there

There's definitely more but I can't think of them off the top of my head

#asks

[sleepysheepytea]

I posted 620 times in 2022

That's 235 more posts than 2021!

537 posts created (87%)

83 posts reblogged (13%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@tickletr-ash

@simplysmilingdrew

@sleepysheepytea

@otomiya-tickles

@lovelymessybubbly

I tagged 487 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#tickle art - 148 posts

#everyone here is so sweet help - 89 posts

#fluffy's ocs - 65 posts

#spam - 53 posts

#reblog - 43 posts

#go back to sleep fluffy - 34 posts

#tickletober - 32 posts

#tickletober2022 - 31 posts

#sfwtickletober2022 - 30 posts

#other's art - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 109 characters

#the idea literally woke me up last night and i had to quickly write it down on my phone before i lost it fsjk

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

AIGHT I SPENT FAR TOO LONG ON THIS BUT 

EEEEEEEEEE THEY WERE ALL SO CUTE IN THE OVA I WAS LIKE HONK IT!! TICKLES FOR THEM!!

do i care that i probably got their outfits wrong? no.

473 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#4

another oc comic ehehehheheheee

with different ocs tho :p

i hope u all like it!

See the full post

482 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#3

more bc this has been the only thing keeping me calm jadkjfhj

508 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#2

...

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m-more

i need to stop i know hsjdshkf but aaa

653 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i has done it EHEHEHEHE

668 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #spam #this is interesting #ayyy my bby obi and his friendo made it to the top 5 #honk yeah

[xsezzie]

Profile Tag Game

Hello: My name is Sezzie, I know I can be rather blunt and robotic at times, but I promise you I don’t wish to intentionally hurt you. I am always open to having a chat whether it be in my DMs or through asks.

Chat: Tickling - Of course I like tickling, no shame in that. It’s completely normal… some people get flustered by it? Oh well, those people are the cutest~ Hm? You aren't cute? Well, I guess someone will need some tickles to convince them otherwise!

Chat: Identity - I wonder who I was yesterday, who I’ll be today, and what I’ll be tomorrow… I wish I knew who I was.

Chat: Masking - That thing I just did now, it was incorrect. I will be sure to act correctly in accordance with societal norms next time. If I do not act correctly then others will become disgusted or angry... Just as I would if you were to do the same.

When It Rains: Ugh, this would be nicer if it was at night time…

After the Rain: Everything either looks really clean or really dirty depending on the area… oh look, the birds are coming back out.

When Thunder Strikes: Ah… so relaxing.

When It Snows: What’s that?

When the Sun Is Out: Everything is as it should be…

When the Wind is Blowing: Ugh, my hair is messed up now…  

Good Morning: Get up already, the world is perfect at this hour. The bad people don’t come out until later so it’s best to enjoy it while it lasts! 

Good Afternoon: So hungry… must do my best to not eat a big meal…

Good Evening: Better get inside… they will be coming out soon.

Good Night: The optimal sleeping hours for those who suffer from depression are 10pm to 5am. Setting yourself a strict bed time will do wonders for your mental health, so hurry along, time for sleep.

About Sezzie: Alphabet - A fellow neurodivergent coworker taught me to think of all my disorders as “my alphabet”… so my alphabet currently is GAD, MDD and BPD… with ASD and ADHD in the process of being diagnosed.

About Sezzie: Writing - I actually hate that I’m the writer in the family and cannot physically draw. But, having a high literacy IQ certainly comes in handy when I’m creating. I’m glad people are able to feel my writing when I put the effort into it.

Something to Share: Name - My real name means “princess” apparently… I hope I don’t come off as one.

Interesting Things: Senses - Ah I love exploring sensory things. Honestly, I believe that feeling sensory pleasure is very soothing and not always supposed to be NSFW as most see it.

Sezzie’s Hobbies: Each of my personalities seems to have different hobbies, but if had to take a guess on the true me… writing, worldbuilding, and video games would be on top! I do also enjoy learning new things and gardening.

Sezzie’s Troubles: My existence troubles me… too dark? Well, deal with it. Life isn’t sunshine and rainbows, and I’m tired of coddling the special ones.

Favourite Food: I do not have the ability to have a favourite food due to my sensory eating issues… my addictions and interests change constantly. Ah but if there is one I’ll always come back to… Chicken Kievs hehe

Least Favourite Food: All of them! I like the art of food but eating? Bleh. I wish we didn’t have to.

About @otomiyaa: Ahhh she is my idol! I have been following her for years.. and only recently got the courage to begin talking to her more. I get nervous and think I come off as some weird fan that thinks they are friends with their idols. Forgive me Otomiya-SAMA!!

About @ticklystuff: He is the first person I began talking to when I joined the community. I feel like I owe him something for all the kindness and chats we have had together. I wish I could talk more often about hot MEN with him hehe

About @ticklish-n-stuff: Sakura-chan is one of the few people I can let my guard down and show my more "embarrassing" or "fangirl" sides to when it comes to characters I like. I am grateful to have her in my life. She also gushes about MEN with me and we have a blast discussing tickling.

About @nataliewritez: Nat is my adorable little sister and is a joy to chat to about anything. I can't believe we have known each other for nearly 2 years already!

About @fanfic-chan: Dessie is so adorable and such a comfy person to be around! Also the biggest lee ever hehe

About @ticklygiggles: Little does she know how cute she is. Perhaps I should go tease her sometime soon...

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Tagging @fanfic-chan @nataliewritez @ticklish-n-stuff @ticklystuff @italeean @thatonetickleblog @anzynai @stopiteatpopcorn

#genshin impact #profile game #profile tag game #personal

[otomiyaa]

Terms & Conditions

Alhaitham x Kaveh

A/N: First fic I'm uploading on the new blog (yolo) and gift for @xsezzie sama pos because, well. Because. The pose in this fic was inspired by this art by @ppystkposts :)

Summary: Alhaitham proposes to discuss the new terms and conditions for living together with Kaveh. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.8K

Letters, a lot of them. Kaveh squinted his eyes and looked up at Alhaitham who had just presented him with a document that would take years of his life, just to read.

"What's this?" he asked. Alhaitham tapped the document as if Kaveh was an idiot.

"A new agreement. I figured, it's been a little over a year since you moved in with me. We can extend the contract, if you like."

Kaveh glared at him, then scanned the huge agreement. It was a long piece of paper with so many letters. What was Alhaitham plotting all of a sudden?

"....Have there been any problems?" Kaveh wondered.

Alhaitham shook his head. "So far, no. But there might be. Sign this and we'll give it another go for the next year."

Kaveh read the beginning of the contract and hummed. How cold. It was a fact that his relationship with Alhaitham had kind of moved on to the more... intimate kind. They kissed, they shared a bed, wasn't that the definition of dating? But yeah, it was also a fact that Kaveh was living here, in Alhaitham's house. It wasn't like they were married or something...

Still, to be treated like a mere tenant, it kind of stung. Was it maybe related to the fact that he lowered Kaveh's rent earlier due to Kaveh really struggling financially? Wasn't it an act out of empathy from Alhaitham, and he had stopped trusting him ever since now that he lived here for a cheap price?

Kaveh sighed, skipped all of the nonsense which was obviously just Alhaitham being boring about guarantees for losing his key, rent payment, Kaveh's list of domestic duties, standard rules about not damaging his belongings and such, so he took the pen Alhaitham handed to him and signed.

"There. Happy? I signed," Kaveh said, and he crossed his arms. Alhaitham nodded.

"Thank you. Well then, that settles it. This agreement is effective starting today. Now as for point 7.2," Alhaitham said, and Kaveh frowned.

"I would like to make use of it immediately. So please," he gestured to the couch. "Come with me."

Kaveh quickly jumped in front of him and stopped him with a hand on Alhaitham's chest.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. Alhaitham grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"The thing you agreed to. The condition for living with me. We are doing it now."

Huh! Kaveh struggled when Alhaitham dragged him towards the couch and managed to pull himself free.

"What do you even meanー" He rushed back to the table and checked the contract again. There were a total of 12 segments, so 7.2 was obviously overlooked like most things he only scanned briefly. It was hidden under the category 'domestic duties' and...

Kaveh's eyes widened and he blushed.

"...Will subject to complimentary tickle session for once a w-w-week? What the...?" Kaveh said in a pitchy voice. His mouth opened wide at the realization that this must be because...

Last night... He blushed even more at the memory.

He kind of tickled Alhaitham brutally, teasing him about his sensitivity and laughter. And then managed to fight him off effectively when Alhaitham tried to return the favor, with Kaveh childishly threatening him to spread the word all around Sumeru about their most ticklish scholar, if he wouldn't let him go. Sumeru already knew how ticklish Kaveh was, so there was no way to return the threat for Alhaitham and he let it rest. Only to retaliate with a comeback like this?!

"I can't believe you included a rule like that. You tricked me. I didn't agree to that."

"Yet you did. You signed your name, I saw it with my own eyes. It's not my fault you didn't read all the terms and conditions. So," Alhaitham sat on the couch and patted his lap.

"Come here. I'll be gentle."

Kaveh took a step back and shuddered. "No way man! You can't make me."

"Well, I won't force you. But I will, how should I put it. I would be very disappointed if you break our contract right after signing it." To make things worse, Alhaitham gave him the worst puppy look he had ever seen on his usually expressionless face.

Kaveh gasped. Alhaitham was such a trickster! And still...! He clenched his fist and stomped towards him.

"Fine. But seriously, once a week?" he asked, moving over to where Alhaitham was sitting.

"Could have been once a day, but I thought that would overdo it. Besides, it's my fingers that will do all the work."

"Or once a month, once a year, or never at all," Kaveh grumbled, shyly sitting on Alhaitham's lap and deciding to ignore that comment about Alhaitham's damn fingers doing 'all the work'.

"Like this?" he asked, leaning back.

"More like this..." Alhaitham said, and before Kaveh could protest, he had flexibly positioned Kaveh's arms under his legs, pinning them down with ease.

"Will keep you from moving around," Alhaitham explained. Well duh, Mr. Obvious. Kaveh squirmed nervously and looked up at him, now suddenly realizing what he had gotten himself into. Willingly...

"H-h-how long?" he asked, gazing at Alhaitham's fingers that were flexing above his tummy. To make things worse, Alhaitham even took his shirt and moved it up, revealing his bare skin.

"Hmm, for as long as you can go," Alhaitham said, wiggling his fingers above Kaveh's bare stomach and making him twitch already.

"A-and who decides that?" Kaveh asked. Alhaitham then smirked.

"I do."

As soon as his fingers made contact with his ticklish tummy, Kaveh instantly made a noise.

"HYAhh! Ahahalhaitham hohohold on!"

"No, we're starting."

"Buhhuhut - ahahaha!" Kaveh wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. After accidentally signing an agreement that included this exact tickle treatment, and then voluntarily letting Alhaitham do his thing, you'd expect he knew what he was getting himself into. But only now that he was really feeling the tickling, it started to sink in, and oh shit he had never been in such a helpless and vulnerable position before.

"I quite like this position," Alhaitham said, pressing Kaveh's arms even tighter against the couch while his fingers danced mercilessly all over his bare stomach, scribbling around and over his belly button and pinching and squeezing his sides every now and then.

"Nohoho! You ahahare the wohohorst!" Kaveh roared.

"I know," Alhaitham agreed. Kaveh thought it was going to be just tummy tickles, again he was such a naive little fool. As soon as Alhaitham's fingers moved further up, pushing his shirt further up and climbing up his ticklish ribs, he jumped and let out a loud hysterical shriek.

"NAHAh nonono not thehehere!" he protested.

"Where?" Alhaitham dug in carefully between his lower ribs and slowly wiggled them upwards where he stayed at his upper ribs, his fingers doing devil's work there. Kaveh was losing his mind.

"PLEhehe-plehehease! Hehehehe! Tihihime out!"

"Already?" Alhaitham asked.

"Soohoon plehehease whahaha!" Kaveh laughed breathlessly. How embarrassing. So humiliating that he couldn't take more than that. But this position in which he really couldn't move, it was like no other tickle attack he had ever experienced. Alhaitham sighed and finally stopped, resting his hands against Kaveh's heaving chest.

"I will let you catch your breath," Alhaitham said, and his eyes shifted for a little. Kaveh's eyes widened, he knew where he was looking.

"N-n-not my ahaharmpits," he laughed nervously.

"I'm sure you can take just a little bit of that. I've been quite gentle so far," Alhaitham said. Gentle! W-well that was true, actually. He hadn't been as rough, as ahem, other times. But yeah, those were entirely different. It was funny they would sometimes roughhouse and have some crazy silly tickle fights, but this 'tickle session' just couldn't compare to it all.

"Ready?" Alhaitham asked.

"No," Kaveh replied cockily, and he stuck out his tongue. So naturally, Alhaitham's fingers reached his armpits and started to tickle. Kaveh threw his head back and howled.

"Daaaahahaahaamn ahahahah!" Alhaitham was relentless. He tickled both armpits for as long Kaveh could endure, but when one hand moved back and picked up the tummy tickle torture, things weren't much better for Kaveh who could hardly breathe through his hysterical laughing fit. His legs kicked helplessly and he shook his head from side to side.

"AHahahalhaithahaham! Nahahah- ahahaha plehehease!"

Alhaitham smirked at him, looking so unbelievably satisfied with himself and his result from his stupid prank.

"AHahaha-ALHAITHAHAM!" Kaveh shrieked.

"Yes?" He finally got a reply.

"AHAhaha! No mohohore! Waahaahha!" Kaveh had no idea how long it had been. But at last, Alhaitham seemed to decide that Kaveh had reached his limit.

Kaveh's arms were released, but he was too tired to move away and just tiredly rested in Alhaitham's lap, breathing heavily and gasping for air.

"That - was - insane," he panted, but he couldn't stop smiling. His voice also sounded like it had changed pitch permanently. Geez. It felt like an entire workout.

For a moment they stayed in silence, and nothing could be heard except Kaveh's loud breaths.

Surprisingly, Alhaitham was the first to speak then. "You didn't read the rest, did you?"

"What rest?" Kaveh asked, annoyed again about that lame agreement trick. He was never going to sign anything ever again without reading every single letter.

"Well," Alhaitham said, and he paused.

"...At 7.2.1. for example, it says that I am only allowed to tickle you that one time a week. So, you'll probably like that. Unless you give me permission to do it more often, of course," Alhaitham explained, caressing Kaveh's hair.

Huh? Alhaitham was so talkative now, Kaveh had to let those words sink in. Hmm, so he could only tickle Kaveh that one time a week, unless Kaveh literally gave him permission to tickle him more?

Even after enduring all this, the sudden thought of limiting Alhaitham's tickle attacks to just once a week... All of a sudden it didn't sound like a lot, he thought as he remembered some of the times when Alhaitham playfully retaliated during tickle fights, and those triumphant moments when Kaveh would win. Not to mention the playful and affectionate tickles when they were in bed... He blushed and mumbled something.

"What did you say?" Alhaitham asked.

"Of all the nonsense on that stinking contract, can you at least revoke that one particular rule? It sucks."

"...7.2.1? The one that forbids me from tickling you ever outside our once-a-week session?" Al-Bastard-Haitham asked.

"...Yes."

Kaveh could die from embarrassment, but luckily the only response from Alhaitham was: "Alright. I think I could do that."

Then in that exact same position, Kaveh fell asleep, resting comfortably on Alhaitham and trapping him on the couch.

Not that Alhaitham complained. He had his book nearby, as always, so he grabbed it and started to read, while his free hand fondly stroked Kaveh's hair. Now that felt actually really good.

Note: This fic was loosely inspired by the movie Wonka.

#genshin impact #kavetham #tickling #tickle fic #otomiya!writes #kaveh #alhaitham #sezzie sama #pos #lee!kaveh #ler!alhaitham

[ticklygiggles]

Day 4 - Ginny's birthday Extravaganza

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom and I'm happy it is a gift for my most beautiful girl @otomiya-tickles! I LOVE YOU NDKDNDJFKF

Summary: While Karlyle relishes on his new life, Ash makes an interesting discovery.

Waking up between Ash Jones' arms was still something Karlyle couldn't get used to. Seeing Ash's beautiful face when he opened his eyes in the morning always set free thousands of butterflies within him, especially when those pretty eyes were looking back at him so fondly and lovingly. 

He started to enjoy staying in bed after the alarm rang off, cuddling with his boyfriend, enjoying a shower of kisses and praises that always set his face on fire. He loved Ash so tenderly, it scared him. When will the time come when Ash gets fed up with him? Would it be tomorrow or three years from now? In an hour or until the end of their days?

Just thinking about Ash telling him that he didn't love him anymore was enough to make him feel so anxious and scared of the future. A future without Ash in it… was that even possible?

But he knew it was stupid to have these thoughts. Ash loved him and Karlyle also loved him very much. It was useless to think about the things that could go wrong, he knew he should focus in the here and now with Ash kissing the crook of his neck and his warm, big hand resting in that spot that, somehow, always made him jump at the back of his ribs. 

This was an important moment. The future could wait because now he had Ash and he wasn't going to let him go any time soon. 

"Lyle?" Ash's voice was raspy and it made Karlyle's heart flutter. He looked up with a blush covering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and Ash smiled warmly at him. "You know, I've noticed that if I touch a spot around here you- oh..."

Karlyle had barely time to register what was going on before he broke into a fit of sweet, bubbly and deep laughter. He jerked away from the tender touch on the back of his ribs and hid his face against Ash's chest.

Uh… what has happened? 

"Karlyle," Ash said breathlessly, his eyes widening. "Are you ticklish?"

Karlyle was speechless as he tried to regain his breath. He looked up at Ash, his mouth trembling with a little smile. 

Ash had barely brushed his fingers against that spot on his back, but he felt a strong urge to laugh as the weirdest of sensations assaulted him. So this was tickling? 

Of course he had felt a little ticklish before. Sometimes Ash kissed his neck in a certain way that had him jerking a little. Sometimes Ash also touched his thighs too lightly and he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin, but it was never enough to make him laugh like this. 

"I don't… I don't know? I've never- I didn't-"

Karlyle widened his eyes slightly when Ash leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss. His lover chuckled, pulling apart to nuzzle his nose against Karlyle's.

 "Of course," he said tenderly. "Here, let me show you all about it."

"W-Wait, you- AHAHAHA! H-Hohohold ohon!"

Karlyle was startled when Ash's fingers were on the back of his ribs again, now attacking both sides with gentle pinches and clawing at the spot. Karlyle squirmed, pressing himself tighter against Ash's body, his hands desperately trying to reach back to stop Ash's playful ones. 

This was crazy. This sensation was something Karlyle wasn't sure he had felt before, but there he was, laughing brightly like a stupid person as Ash tickled him. 

"Karlyle, the back of your ribs seem to be very ticklish. What about the front?"

Karlyle threw his head back in hysterical laughter when he felt Ash's fingertips digging into the front of his ribs. Clawing against the spaces in-between and rubbing his thumbs against the sensitive bones. 

"Ahahahash! Wahahahait, plehehease! Thahahat's- ahahaha!" 

He was ruthless. Laughing along Karlyle, Ash tickled his ribs profusely, making Karlyle let out the most embarrassing sounds ever as he tried to escape Ash's clutches, but every time he was about to break free, his lover would wrap his arms around his waist and bring him right back into his tickly trap, making him shriek. 

"Oh goodness, Lyle. How is it that I didn't know about this?" Ash asked as he clawed at Karlyle's belly, making him giggle brightly. "I still think your ribs are your most ticklish spot, but you seem very sensitive all over."

"Ahahahash! I dohohon't- ahahaha! Plehehease not thehehere!"

Yes, he also agreed on his ribs being the most ticklish, he wanted to scream whenever Ash's fingers found that spot. It was so overwhelming, but why was it also so fun?

Ash's fingers were gentle, fluttering from spot to spot having Karlyle confused as he tried to stop him. Ash's laugh filling his ears over his own laughter. Ash's embrace, preventing him from rolling away in the big bed. Everything was just… so perfect and fun for Karlyle, he thought he couldn't completely hate this. 

But he felt a little out of breath.

"A-Ahahahash? Ple-hehehease! I cahahahan't!" 

Ash chuckled and he finally stopped. Karlyle collapsed against him as he wrapped him tightly in an embrace. Soft kisses were pressed against his neck and he shivered slightly. 

"... I told you to wait," Karlyle said with a little pout on his lips and Ash laughed, hugging him tighter. 

"Ow, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself, look, I'll show you my weakest spot."

Karlyle turned around so he could face Ash again, his eyes widening slightly. "Will you?"

Ash chuckled, "yes! It's right here, you see?" He said, lifting his arm slightly to point the hidden spot under it. "But you gotta be careful because I'm very sens- pff- ahahaha! I'm tehehehelling y-you thahat- Kahaharlyle!" 

That was definitely fun and the thoughts fogging his mind quickly went away, he definitely had to tickle Ash more often... even if that meant he would get tickled too. Not that he minded too much anyways.

#define the relationship #ash jones #karlyle frost #ash x karlyle #ticklish!Karlyle #tickle fic #mia's things #ginny's birthday extravaganza #ginny's week

[lovelymessybubbly]

hiya egggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggster mcbegggggggggggggggggster I was looking through ur blog and I was wonderin do you have any blogs or peeps ya wanna shoutout? I want to look through more epic blogs but the sea of tumblr is vast!

oh of course ! ☆*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆ i would be happy to share with you some of my favorite blogs.

@sleepysheepytea has the cutest most shojo art style and draws a lot of cute anime characters experiencing playful tickling

@vqler colors and renders like a god, creates super flustering and in depth comics of characters from all sorts of media in ticklish scenarios

@ssnicker-doodless super fluid and fun art style, is a complete fandom run-around so you will never run short of content for different medias

@ticklishfanart wonderfully soft and cuddly style and very clean lineart, pours so much love into their fave characters and it comes through in their art

@otomiya-tickles all of her fics are like solar flairs in your brain, hit all the right spots, and she is also super duper sweet and loves to chat about tickling

@happyandticklish writes incredible fanfic and so many in such a short time, you will be fed like a king i swear it to you. also provides the most groundbreaking text posts about tickling

@ticklishraspberries amazing writer, super sweet, provides a comforting presence in our community

@dokidoki-muffin professional level art, but pumps it out like it’s nothing. torments so many wonderful anime characters, with unending love, of course

@made-by-jade-222 super talented and fun, creator of an insane form of media to be found on such a niche community: audio bites, and has a genius brain when crafting ticklish scenarios

@ticklygiggles super talented writer, all her fics are so smooth and clean and will have you completely red in the face

@skribblz whose art looks as though it came straight off the page of the manga it was drawn for, and every picture has a different scenario, which is impressive on it’s own

and many many many more. i hope you can be fulfilled by all that they provide to the community !! ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ

p.s. @ticklepinions also has an intricate breakdown of notable blogs here !

#tamakucha shaberu #egg talk

[italeean]

Top 22 of 2022 Tag Game

Thanks @otomiya-tickles and @myreygn for the tag!!

Since it's my first year, everything should count as new to me, so I'll also put "older" fandoms and ships

Part 1: Fandom Faves

01 - Favorite Fandoms of the Year

Genshin Impact, Haikyuu, Bungo Stray Dogs, Kuroko no Basket, Boku no Hero Academia, Yuukoku no Moriarty

02 - Favorite Ships of the Year

Genshin Impact - Xiaother, Kazuscara, Cynari, Kavetham ❤️ BSD - Shin Soukoku, Ranpoe ❤️ Haikyuu - Bokuaka, Kuroken, Kurotsukki, Yakulev ❤️ BNHA - Todobaku, Tododeku ❤️ Yuukoku no Moriarty - Sherliam

03 - Favorite Anime/TV Show of the Year

Yuukoku no Moriarty, Gakuen Babysitters, Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, Dahmer

04 - Favorite Movie of the Year

MHA World Heroes Mission

05 - Favorite Character of the Year

BSD - Akutagawa ❤️ BNHA - Dabi and Todoroki (can't decide) ❤️ Genshin Impact - Tighnari and Scaramouche (can't decide again) ❤️ Haikyuu - Kuroo ❤️ Yuukoku no Moriarty - William ❤️ Free! Iwatobi Swim Club - Ikuya

06 - Favorite Soundtrack of the Year

Ruu's Song from Genshin Impact (it was the first time I cried for a videogame)

07 - Favorite Book/Manga/Comic of the Year

Uno, Nessuno, Centomila (One, No one, 100 Thousand) by Pirandello ❤️ Il Gatto che insegnava ad essere Felici (The Cat that taught how to be happy) ❤️ Boku no Hero Academia

08 - Favorite Game of the Year

Genshin Impact obviously

09 - Highlights of the Year

Welp... time to sound sappy ig 🫣 Making an account here and meeting all those new amazing friends

Part 2: Community Review

10 - Favorite Tumblr Moments of 2022

Squealing Santa and Tickletober!! I've seen and I'm seeing so many amazing works!! It makes me feel like a kid in a candy store 😻

11 - Favorite Fanart of the Year

Aaaahh too many to choose 😵‍💫 I'd say this one, this one, this one, this one (a gift for me), this one (another gift), this one and this one (gift for my first milestone

12 - Favorite Fic of the Year

AGAIN!! Too manyyy 😵 I'll go with this one (it's so good and the fact that it was written for me makes it even more special) and this one (AAAAAAAAHHH SO CUTE)

13 - Favorite Ask Game of the Year

Probably the one I'll host in a few days 😅

14 - My Top Achievements as a Writer

Probably my milestones for this year and managing to balance my writing time study time, chores time and free time

15 - My own Best Fic of the Year

If I consider the notes, I'd have to say this one, but if it comes to personal taste I'm choosing this one with no doubts

16 - My most Underappreciated Fic of the Year

I don't really have one... honestly I'm not that well-known as a writer and all my fic received more love and appreciation than I could've ever asked for!!

17 - A Post of Mine that got more Popularity than Expected

This one. It's not exactly a conventional pairing (OBVIOUSLY PLATONIC) but it got really appreciated and it made me pleasantly surprised and extremely happy ^_^

18 - Something I Changed on My Blog since This Year

It's my first year here, so I don't have anything 😅

Part 3: Next Year

19 - Something I didn't post This Year but I'd like to post Next Year

Some sequels for some of my drabbles (from my drabble event)

20 - Goals for Next Year

Keeping a constant writing schedule and showing as much appreciation as possible to the other talented creators around here

21 - 2023 Releases I look forward the Most

Attack on Titan, the new season of BNHA, Genshin updates and THE FINAL MOVIE OF FREE! (pls where are you?? 😭💔)

Part 4: Spreading Love

22 - Shoutouts to People who made my 2022 a Better Year

@jettori my first friend around here!! Having you through this journey is a gift I still don't think I deserve 🥹

@fanfic-chan @rattypattyy @kaerichan-yatta @tickles-and-cuddles @tickly-floof @xsezzie MY LITTLE GREMLINS!! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOO MUCH <333

@mai-mei well... you've "officially adopted" me so I'll say it directly 😹 BEST. BIG. SISTER. EVER.

@wertzunge always so sweet and supportive 💙🥹 I think you understood that I almost see you as a big brother

@myreygn there's only a true sweetheart among us and it's you. PERIOD. ❤️‍🔥

@xiaosstepstool I'll never get tired of saying this: BEST. MOM. FRIEND. (Who's actually a baby in denial) ✨️🍡

@eliasiis the one who's not in charge LITTLE KID... You're truly a sunshine, always brighting my days 💛

@otomiya-tickles @skribblz @intheticklecloset Not only did I experience the emotion of having three of my idols notice and appreciate my work, but I also got the chance of talking to you without being an anon!! It was so much nicer and you all are three amazing people that I'll always carry in my heart

@intheheartofarainbow @kaaveh @simplysmilingdrew @fresh-thomato @vampirecorset @leeviathaaaan @rand0m-s1nner @lovinglyroses Thank you all so much for existing and being part of my life. You're all so precious ❤️🥹

#tag game #end of 2022

[trans-ace-lee]

Better Days

Author’s Note: This a re-imagined gift for an old friend. I may have written this from first person perspective, but I am not a ler, and I just couldn’t figure out a character who I could write well enough to match the vibe I wanted to write. This can be read as platonic or romantic. Tagging some of the users that inspired me to start writing: @giggly-squiggily @duckymcdoorknob @happyandticklish @otomiya-tickles

The door creaks open, and I can already sense the metaphorical cloud sitting above your head, my hands going still from slicing vegetables. You won’t talk about how stressful work is and the toll it takes on you but I can read the subtle expressions on your face.

I watch you close the door with your eyes closed before I ask, “Long day?”

“Not really,” you reply with a smile, but your eyes flicker away when I try to look at you. “It’s the same as always.”

I open my mouth to say more, remembering the warnings our friends gave me. The missing dimples from your smile. The irritation under your eyes from caked concealer. The cups of coffee that never seem to leave your hands. The way your cheerful expressions fall when you think we’re not looking.

But you prevent me from speaking by telling me that you’re going to take a nap before dinner.

With a frown, I go back to cutting the carrots into matchsticks roughly the same length as the radish and cucumber set to the left of the cutting board. “That bad, huh?” I say to myself. “Maybe I should prepare something extra tonight.”

Just as I finish cutting the kimbap into slices, you walk out of the spare bedroom with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, hair sticking up in odd angles and with your work clothes still on. Heavy bags sit under your eyes and your shoulder slump forward in contrast to your usual perfect posture.

I offer a smile in response to the waves of exhaustion rolling off your body. “Hungry?” I ask breaking the silence.

Although I can hear your stomach growling, I know you left your lunch in the fridge, and dislike the vegetarian options at the cafeteria, I don’t press you on the issue. “Uh, well what about a movie or something? I know you’ve been wanting to rewatch Sleepaway Camp.”

You shake your head.

“Is there something particular you had in mind then?”

“Howl’s Moving Castle,” you mumble while rubbing at your eyes.

I smile. “Alright then.”

After grabbing the dvd from the shelf and turning around, I laugh in response to seeing the mountain of pillows and plushies you’ve buried yourself into. “I guess the blanket fort was a good idea, huh?”

You whine in protest saying, “I thought this was your idea to make me feel better, but now you’re just being a big meanie.”

“How dare you think about me like that,” I reply in mock indignation with my left hand perched on my chest. “I mean…if you really don’t want this, then I can always send you home right now, but, uh, a certain someone will have to leave without the snacks I worked so hard to prepare.”

Biting my lip to suppress a laugh, I picture the pout on your lips while you tug at the back of my shirt. “Alright. Alright. You win. I’ll start the movie and then I’ll get our food, okay?”

“Because you made me even more upset, you have to make it up to me,” you say when I return from the kitchen, carrying two steaming mugs of peppermint hot chocolate, a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies, and a large bowl of popcorn balanced on a tray.

You raise your eyebrows, looking between all the food and me.

“Oh?” I respond as I set the tray on the coffee table. “I must have been mistaken. I thought I had everything we needed for a perfect night in, but, I guess, we are missing something my dear. I just can’t, you know, seem to figure out what it is.”

A smirk works its way onto my face as you cover your face with a blanket, but the smile and faint blush you’re wearing doesn’t escape my observation.

“Ah, of course.” I feel the way you stiffen in anticipation and how you almost stop breathing entirely when my hands settle on your hips, holding them just enough to make sure you can’t escape, but not enough to stop you from moving. “It’s that beautiful laughter of yours.”

You only shake your head in response.

 “Are you sure that’s not it?” I reply, rubbing tiny circles into your hip bones and smiling at the giggles that pour from your mouth. “But what else could it be?”

“Waaaaait,” you protest while trying to grab my hands, your feet pattering on the floor, “Not theeere.”

“Ah. There’s that cute face I wanted to see. You say not there, but what about, uh, here.” My fingers dance over the tops and along the inner part of your thighs as you try to wiggle away. “Tsk. Tsk. No, we can’t have that can we?”

You shriek when my fingers move to scribble gently at your feet. “Looks like someone picked a bad day to wear tights.”

“Naaahaahaaa—”

“Naaaa,” I mimic and switch to pinching at your knees, “Oh what was that? Was that adorable sound a snort? Do you think I could hear it again?”

Shaking your head once more, you start full on laughing when I begin to poke at your stomach and sides. “Look how gorgeous you are like this pumpkin. All pink in the face and not even trying to stop me right now. My. My. You’re just made to be tickled silly, aren’t you?”

“Noooo. Don’t say thahat.”

“No? To the compliment or the word tickled?” Your laughter rises in pitch as I bend down near your torso, my mouth hovering mere inches away from your tummy. “There’s that beautiful laughter I wanted to hear. See you can’t hide how much you love this sweetheart.”

You squeal as I start nibbling at your ribs while spidering my fingers up your sides into you underarms. My grin grows bigger as your arms slam down around my hands, your protests for me to stop falling deaf on my ears. “Does it tickle too much my dear?”

Your fingers twitch as if you want to cover your blushy face, but I know how hard you’re trying not to stop me from continuing.

“You’re just too ticklish here aren’t you,” I coo in your ear, your shoulders scrunching around rapid giggles. “I guess I can be persuaded to be nicer. If you can keep those arms up, I’ll be a little gentler, otherwise I’ll stop here, and you won’t get what you want.”

I can read the emotions that cross your face in the few seconds before you reply, desire, embarrassment, and then resignation because I know you really don’t want me to stop. “I caahaaan’t,” you whine, the blush on your face growing deeper.

“Oh. Come on,” I purr, my fingers stilling, “I know you can’t do it my love. I know you can be stronger than this, although…you’re all too ticklish, aren’t you?”

Giggles continuing to pour out of your mouth before I start again, your arms trembling as you raise them above your head. “Hurry uuuppp.”

“Ah. Looks like I was right. I knew how much you wanted this, so I guess I can give in after you practically begged me to,” I reply, dragging a single index finger down you left underarm while drawing circles in the other one. “This? Even this is too much for you? Oh, how adorable, no wonder I can’t resist the urge to tickle you to pieces love.”

By now, you’re already laughing too hard to respond as I switch to rubbing in the dead center of your underarms where I know you’re most sensitive and peppering you neck and ears with kisses mixed with little tickle bites. When your laughter goes silent, I can see that you’re almost at your limit. I smile at how much more relaxed you look.

 “Does it tickle that badly?” I ask, watching you frantically nod with a smile so big it almost leaps off your face. “Okay. Okay I’ll stop.”

I stroke your hair until your residual giggles stop, and you’re finally able to sit up. “Don’t pout at me like that. We both know how much you absolutely loved that my dear.”

Your pout only deepens at my comment. “You could have waited until we finished the snacks you worked so hard to prepare.”

Frowning at how guilty you sound, I pull you into a hug and say, “I can always reheat the hot chocolate and turn the popcorn into, I guess, a room temperature sweet and salty trail mix, but doing the stuff that I know will make you the happiest in the moment is most important.”

“But—”

“No buts,” I interrupt scratching at your scalp, smiling as you practically melt into my touch. “Let me fix our snacks, and then, maybe we can actually focus on the movie, but I can’t promise I won’t be admiring you the whole time.”

“You, you-ou, you stop that.”

I chuckle in response. “Alright. I’ll stop,” I reply standing up and grabbing our mugs and popcorn bowl and heading to the kitchen.

By time I return, you’ve already remade your pile of pillows and plushies, hugging honeygom to your chest while you watch Sophie bond with Markl. Throughout the rest of the film, I keep you smiling and letting out these adorable giggles as I place your feet in my lap and tickle at your feet until you pull them away and stop when you put them back.

“Thank you,” you say, snuggling deeper into my chest.

“Of course,” I reply running my fingers across the back of your hand.

With a deep sigh you mumble, “I just wish you didn’t have to comfort me like this all the time. I should be able to handle everything on my own, but I just can’t. I really didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Well…I think that you spend so long taking care of other people, that you forget that you need to take care of yourself most of the time.”

You bite your lip.

“Maybe I should rephrase that.” I roll over until we’re facing each other. “You’re not a burden to people. We want to express our thanks for all that you do for us, so it’s something we want to do and something that we want to do.”

I wipe the tears falling down your cheeks, continuing. “I don’t expect you to believe my words right away, but we won’t stop reminding you and showing you how we feel until you believe it too.”

As Sophie kisses Howl after apologizing for making him wait for so long, your eyes have already closed and the tranquil look on your face betrays that you’ve already fallen asleep. I smile at how relaxed you look now and bend down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and pull up the blanket pooling around your waist.

“Sweet dreams, my love. I hope things get better tomorrow."

#jin's scenario writing #jin writes

[spectres-swtk-thoughts]

Tickle Alphabet - Crosshair

Back at it with one of these. I need to get back into writing but for now I am still enjoying reading these headcanons of mine. Once again I believe the original alphabet was created by @otomiya-tickles please correct me if I am wrong!

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling? :)

Giving? Nope. Just a pat on the back, snarky comment, or maybe a cup of water (he can be roped into cuddles if given big massiff eyes by his siblings). Receiving? Doesn’t really want to be touched but would not mind company

B.2: By | Who do they most enjoy being tickled by?

He will vehemently refuse to admit it, he will never say it outloud no matter who it is. (Hunter and Wrecker are tied, they know this, they now compete over this. Crosshair has no clue about this competition)

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Ler, great eyesight, used to looking for movement, is probably very fast and would get his lee. Lee, has to get to high/hard to traverse places in his role as a sniper, once again very fast and agile (as hell), so he could probably escape if he wanted to (if he wanted to)

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

Back and sides. His brothers like to run or skitter their fingers up his spine just to see him jump or flinch away. It is always worth the smack to the arm they get. If he’s had a rough day, Crosshair might throw himself into a sibling’s arms and let them gently run their fingers up and down his back (rare occurrence the others love).

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

Snark and sarcasm are dialed up to 1000. He will push every button in the room to get a reaction. Will never ever ask for it though. Doesn’t really get urges/the need to tickle, it just kinda happens like if someone is being annoying like he can be.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

Fights all the way down, very verbal and teasing, will go for worst spots and worst techniques to gain the upper hand

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

loves them, melts, favorite thing ever, giggles (denies this) and probably moves into them

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a lee, being snarky/unbearable to get tickles. While being tickled will probably antagonize to get his ler to tickle a specific spot (never specifies, just hopes), consciously or unconsciously.

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

Could last a good while without spilling anything but if the tickling is too rough/gone on to long he might give hints to ease the “torture,” probably one to “crack” but in actuality is lying.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

the butterflies/anticipatory phantom feeling in the stomach. The feeling of gentle tickles just being able to pull out laughter without truly being unbearable or exhausting. The feeling of love that is typically accompanying the act

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

Teasing, he can figure out exactly what to say to get someone squirming or laughing harder. He can also see the tiniest of reactions and knows when his lee is lying/trying to play down a reaction

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Quiet, breathy/hissing laughter. Does giggle if tickled in a certain spot/the right way. Squeaks and yelps are not uncommon either.

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

I can see him being a morning person, or more like a “once they’re up they are up” person. So waking up others by being an absolute annoyance and squeezing his brothers’ sides? Yeah he’d do that.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

If needed, will tickle a sibling to tire them out. Refusal to sleep is frequent amongst the Batch and he will either tackle them and take them down very quickly with tickles or try and start a tickle fight

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

I don’t see him using a chat like other batch’s do. His siblings are always together (oof) so there is no need really. As for social media, Space Tumblr would be up his alley but I think that’d be too much of a self admittance so he hasn’t crossed that line

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Hunter and him can be a devastating duo. Enhanced senses and eyesight make for a great team. And they just know what the other plans to do. Surprisingly, he and Echo work well together. Neither expected it when Echo first joined but they have great banter that can tease their lee like no other.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

If it is a random question, probably very defensive, will go very rigid and glare, or will be very sarcastic about it. If about to be or actively being tickled, gets very blushy and snarky. May openly admit his ticklishness (good luck with that one, it’d probably take years).

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

I will say probably 50/50, definitely depends on the moment what he would prefer to be. But as for how often for either I think it is evenly split.

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Probably wouldn’t purely because the whole idea of being asked for a safeword for tickling is embarrassing to him (as being tickled already is so), but if he says “stop” he means it. Usually will say anything else while putting up the appearance of protesting. Asking nicely as well is a big indicator.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

As a ler, pointing out that he knows everything about his lee. Like “Did you think I’d forget?” or “Now I know doing this will get a reaction.” As a lee, questioning his ler’s abilities to do something. Like “really that’s what you’re going with?” “Are you sure you’re not losing your touch?” to force the ler to prove him wrong.

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

The entirety of his back is a bad spot. I’d say maybe one side is more ticklish than the other for whatever reason. I could also see where his neck meets his shoulders being a spot.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

It is Tech. Tech is just, so funny to watch in Crosshair’s eyes. He thinks it’s hilarious how red his brother can get from just teasing. (Once Omega joins though, she is very adorable and may be tied with Tech).

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

As a ler he has no problems saying or hearing it. But when he is being tickled? Absolutely not.

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