#six of crows tickle

[ticklishraspberries]

Sunshine (Jesper/Wylan)

Summary: Jesper has a dumb nickname for Wylan. Wylan insults Jesper’s nicknaming skills. Jesper can not stand for such an injustice. Fluff ensues. (Based on an anonymous prompt. I haven’t read the Six of Crows book, only watched the Netflix show, so I hope I got their characterizations right. I actually went and read the scene where Jesper calls him “Wylan Van Sunshine” in the books so I could understand the context. Hope y’all enjoy!!)

The nickname had begun as a joke, a dig at Wylan’s habit of expressing the negative consequences of their plans, but ever since its first utterance, Jesper finds he can’t stop saying it.

Thus, his boyfriend is oh-so-fondly dubbed as “Wylan Van Sunshine” and it makes that said boyfriend blush each time.

“I don’t know why you call me that,” Wylan grumbles, carefully placing chemicals back in their proper place before turning to face Jesper, something like a pout on his face.

“Because you are my sunshine,” Jesper replies. “The light of my life, always keeping me happy and warm…You know, all that cheesy nonsense.”

Wylan’s blush doesn’t disappear, but the answer seems to soften his features. “You’re a sap.”

“Only for you,” Jesper says, reaching out for his boyfriend, and Wylan steps forward to allow himself to be pulled into a tight hug, Jesper’s lips pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Wylan sighs, content. “I suppose it’s one of your better nicknames. You’ve come up with some quite horrendous ones in the past.”

Jesper lets out a gasp of mock offense. “How dare you! I’m great at nicknames.”

Wylan looks up at him with a look that just screams ‘seriously?’ and Jesper pouts. The position that they’re wrapped up in makes it easy for him to maneuver them back onto the bed in the corner of Wylan’s workspace.

“And what’s so wrong with my verbal expressions of love, hm?” he asks, holding both of Wylan’s hands and slowly maneuvering them upward, wrists pinned above his head.

Despite the vulnerable position, Wylan only looks mildly nervous, a touch more jittery than he usually is, and his lips are curling into a smile that he’s trying to bite back. “You say some of the sappiest, most ridiculous things,” he replies. “I love it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make fun of you for it.”

Jesper can’t keep up the act of offense, and breaks into a smile of his own. “And that means that I can still punish you for being cheeky, sunshine.”

Wylan’s mouth opens to argue or barter, but all that comes out is a squeal of laughter as Jesper’s fingers dig into his side.

“Wait, wait—”

“Wait for what? Because I’m not hearing an apology.”

Wylan is giggling too hard to give some sort of witty reply, and he certainly isn’t going to apologize, and so he just squirms in his partner’s hold and laughs, a high-pitched and

Jesper grins like a madman, all devious eyes and flashing white teeth, as his fingers crawl from Wylan’s right side and over to his belly, sliding beneath the loose sleep shirt (one he’d stolen from Jesper) and scribbling against pale skin,

The laughter only grows, as Wylan’s stomach has always been a weak spot, and his wriggling grows more desperate. “Jesper, please!”

“Please what, darling?”

“Stop it!”

“But your laugh is just so sweet,” Jesper coos in his ear. “I just can’t get enough of it, sunshine.”

Wylan splutters in embarrassment, clearly wanting to argue with the claim but laughing too hard to form a coherent sentence. They stay like that for a few moments longer, Jesper’s fingers dancing across Wylan’s skin, both of them giggling like mischievous children, until there is a loud thump! from above their heads.

It’s followed by two more rapid bangs: Kaz’s cane, signaling for them to shut up. They look at each other with equal parts mortification and amusement. The giggles don’t stop quite yet, but the tickling has ceased.

“He’s going to kill us one of these days,” Wylan rasps.

“Oh, Kaz? Nah, he’s all talk,” Jesper replies. “He loves us under all that grumpiness.”

Wylan looks at him as if to say, ‘you’re joking, right?’

It makes Jesper snort and snuggle close, pressing his lips to Wylan’s temple. “You’ll start to feel it eventually. He’s quite fond of you. I mean, how could he not be? Look at this sweet face!”

He pinches at the other’s blushing cheek, and Wylan bats him away with a fond roll of his eyes.

“Let’s just go to bed before we piss him off any further. Or else he’ll make you even older on the next passport.”

Jesper chuckles but is already tucking himself beneath the blanket, tossing it over Wylan’s legs and snuggling closer to him.

“Goodnight, sunshine,” he mutters. “Goodnight, sap.”

It seems as though that nickname is here to stay, and Wylan isn’t going to complain.

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[feathergil]

(Yet another) Commission done for a friend! This is making me want to get into this content now,,

#feathergil #six of crows tickle #shadow and bone tickle #tickle art

[tickleeteases]

Should Have Known - Part 2

Fandom: Six of Crows

Word count: 2762

Characters: Ler!Jesper, Lee!Wylan, plus a little cameo from Inej at the end

Rating: SFW, but there is some making out, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read :))

Read part one here!

Summary: Jesper gets his revenge on Wylan, making the younger boy regret teasing him.

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Jesper smirked down at him. He shifted so he was straddling Wylan’s waist and used his knees to pin his arms. “Too late for apologies, Merchling. You’ve made your bed, it’s time to lie in it.” he winked. “What was it you said to me? Ahh yes… I’m going to take. You. Apart. You really should have known I wouldn’t let you get away with teasing me.”

Wylan’s face flushed bright red, both from the teasing and from the position they were in. He shook his head and squirmed under the older boy. “Jehehes,” he giggled nervously. “Th-this isn’t necessary, really! I’m not- I’m not even that ticklish! There are better ways to get me back! You don’t even need to get me back, we’re even!”

The Zemeni snickered down at the rambling boy beneath him. “Oh yeah? And what better ways would you suggest then, hmm?” He leaned down to Wylan’s ear. “I can think of a few, but I don’t think you’d really find them to be punishments.” he whispered teasingly, making sure Wylan could feel his breath on him.

Wylan shivered and pulled on his arms, wanting his hide in them. He really should have known that teasing the older boy would cost him dearly, but he’d never gotten the upper hand before, so it was hardly an opportunity he was going to turn down. He was regretting it now though. Now that he was pinned and blushing and probably about to get tickled to within an inch of his life.

“No smart responses this time? No cocky teases? My my, how the mighty have fallen.” he teased, waggling his eyebrows down at Wylan. He ran his fingers lightly up and down one of the Merchant’s arms, just barely grazing his skin. His voice dropped to a low growl. “I think it’s interesting that you thought you could lie to me… Especially a lie that can be so easily disproven.” he smirked, giving Wylan’s side a quick squeeze and receiving a squeak.

The redhead gasped softly at the gentle strokes on his arm, mentally kicking himself when he squeaked from the sudden side tickle. Jesper found out very early on that light touches when he was teasing Wylan sent him to another level of flustered and he’d used the information to his advance ever since. “I wasn’t- it wasn’t a lie! I said I’m not THAT ticklish, not that I’m not ticklish at all!” he argued, trying to seem confident, but his earlier demeanour had been shattered the moment Jesper said he was going to take him apart. He absolutely was THAT ticklish, but he’d be damned before he admitted that. But he didn’t need to admit it, they both knew it already. They both knew he was probably even more ticklish than Jesper, although it was a tough call. Similarly to the Zemeni, he hadn’t been tickled much. It wasn’t really a common interaction among the Crows, but Jesper made sure he got the occasional squeeze or poke in, mainly to make him blush, but also as an excuse to touch him.

“Another lie~” Jesper sang. “You’re probably more ticklish than I am.” he chuckled.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

Jesper rolled his eyes and tasered his sides again, sending the boy beneath him into a fit of squeals. He grinned smugly. “You were saying?”

“Nohohot fahahair!” he whined.

The older boy winked at him and gently ran his fingers up and down the younger’s sides. “The more you lie, the worse it’s going to get for you, Giggles.” He relished in the twitching, and gasps coming from Wylan’s mouth, while snickering at his attempts to stay quiet.

“You’re teheasing me.” Wylan complained. The touching didn’t quite tickle properly, but it was driving him up the wall. “At least tihickle me properly if you hahave to tickle me at all!” He wasn’t sure how it was going to end for him if Jesper did tickle him properly, but at least he wouldn’t be so on edge from the teasing touches of the Zemeni, but the smirk that grew across Jesper’s face told him he probably wasn’t going to get what he wanted.

“But Wy, you’re so fun to tease!” he told him. “Plus I don’t know if you remember or not, but if you throw your little mind back to a mere few minutes ago, you’ll remember that you decided it was wise to try and steal MY role in our dynamic. So you’ll see why it’s very important for me to prove to you that you will never be able to out-tease me.”

Jesper chuckled at Wylan’s groan. He left his sides alone but went back to lightly stroking his upper arms, adding more ticklish scritches in than he usually would when he was just teasing the younger day to day. He leaned down and kissed the younger boy softly, not stopping the light tickles. He snickered into the kiss as he enjoyed Wylan’s attempts to not squirm from the teasing.

Wylan was now bright red for a different reason. He was not at all used to kissing Jesper, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. “You’re mean.” he pouted once Jesper had pulled away.

“Not yet.” Jesper winked. “But I’m gonna be~” he sang. He started tickling the redhead’s neck, still keeping his touch very light. “I’m gonna get you all squirmy and sensitive, until you can’t stand it anymore, and then I’m gonna make you beg me to tickle you properly, and then I’m gonna wreck you.” he explained in an all too casual tone, while continuing the soft tickles to the younger’s neck.

The Merchant boy scrunched his shoulders up as best he could and shook his head. “Sohoho mehehean!” he whined, but the smile on his face said differently.

“Yep. And it’s all your fault for teasing me.” Jesper smirked. He got bored of tickling his neck and instead sucked on his finger, then swirled it round Wylan’s ear, just to be a pest, eliciting a noise of disgust followed by a string of complaints and threats from him. The Zemeni snickered, but didn’t bother responding. He lifted Wylan’s top to expose his stomach and began drawing lines all over his belly, beaming whenever he’d get too close to the Merchant’s bellybutton and he would squeak. “Uh oh, seems like a bad spot, hmm? I’ll come back to it later.” he teased.

Wylan was squirming around and pulling on his arms with more intensity now. He desperately wanted to be able to hide his face from Jesper, so he couldn’t see how flustered and red he was, but the older boy had his arms pinned too well. The teasing was driving him mad, but he knew it was only going to get worse. He felt conflicted because his body was telling him to escape the playful torture, but his brain was loving being so close to Jesper. “Jehehes, plehehease…” he giggled out shyly.

“Please what?” Jesper asked, pretending to be oblivious. He wanted to keep everything fun and light, but he was also out for revenge, so he wasn’t planning on giving Wylan an easy time. He reached behind and began the same light torture on his knees and thighs. “Please continue setting all your nerves on edge so that when I do tickle you properly, it will tickle ten times more than usual? Sure!”

Wylan bit his lip to keep the gasps and squeaks that were threatening to escape his mouth in. His thighs and belly button were probably his two worst spots, a fact Jesper seemed to be figuring out much too quickly for his liking. He managed to get himself under control again, mostly. “You know whahahat I meant, you ahahass!”

“Name calling? In your position? My my, Wy, have you learnt nothing about knowing your place since joining the Dregs?”

“I knohohow my place and it’s cehehertainly not below you!”

Jesper grinned at the easy set up the younger boy had given him. “Oh but Wy, below me is exactly where you belong.” he whispered into his ear. Wylan flushed a deep shade of scarlett. The Zemeni smirked. “So? Are you ready to beg?” he asked. He was now honing in on a spot he’d found on Wylan’s inner thighs. He kept going very close to the spot before moving away again, leaving the redhead’s legs kicking out and twitching.

Wylan squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to ignore the feeling, but he couldn’t. “Plehehease…”

“Gonna need more than that.”

“Please, Jehehes?” he tried.

Jesper snorted fondly. “You’re either terrible at this, or you’re trying to get away with not having to beg, which is a foolish thing to do in your position. Either way, I guess we need to continue until you learn.”

He went back to Wylan’s stomach, circling his bellybutton with a single finger, occasionally darting it in towards the rim and then quickly away again.

Wylan squealed each time he got close, his giggles becoming more consistent now. “Fihihihine! Plehehease tihihickle me!”

“Sorry I couldn’t quite understand you, could you say that again?”

Wylan groaned at the annoying boy above, he was going to kill him. “Jes, please! Plehehease tickle me!”

Jesper finally did as he was asked and dug all ten fingers into Wylan’s tummy and sides, scribbling in with his blunt nails to really get him laughing.

Wylan threw his head back at the sudden change of pace, loud laughter forcing its way from his lungs. “NohoHOHO! JeheheHEHES!” he cackled.

The Zemeni grinned at his booming laughter and kept up the torture. “No? But you asked for this, BEGGED for it in fact!” he teased.

“Yohohou mahahade meheheHEHE!”

“Made you? How could I have made you? I don’t have control over what you say, you have free will.” he said, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “And you used your free will to beg me to tickle you, so I am!”

The red-haired, red-faced boy was losing his mind. For some reason he’d thought the teasing was worse than the tickling would be, but oh boy was he wrong. Now he was being wrecked and was still getting verbally teased, a combination guaranteed to keep his face matching his hair. “YohohOHOU’RE A DEHEhehehead mahahaHAHAN!”

“Oh so now I’m a man?” Jesper smirked. “If only you’d realised that earlier, then none of this would have happened.”

He scribbled his fingers up to Wylan’s ribs, getting the spot on himself that the younger boy had tortured earlier. He chuckled at the reaction he got, and although Wylan wasn’t laughing as hard, his body was twitching much more dramatically.

The Merchant body flinched each time Jesper squeezed the spots between his ribs. He was sure the older boy must have had training in how to effectively torture a victim, there was no way he should have been able to find the spots that gave the strongest reactions so quickly. As Jesper squeezed a particularly sensitive spot on his lower ribs, his legs shot up in defence, kicking his tormentor in the back.

They both paused.

“…Jehehes… Jesper! I swear that was an accident! Please, I promise! I swear to all the saints!” He rambled.

Of course Jesper knew it was an accident, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an excellent excuse to keep his promise and completely take Wylan apart. He narrowed his eyes at the boy beneath him. “You’re done for.” he growled.

He reached back and started pinching the spots he’d been previously narrowly avoiding on his inner thighs, sending Wylan into hysterics.

“ShihihIHIHIT! I’M SOHOHORRY!” Wylan shrieked with laughter. “WHA- WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DO- NOHOHOHO!” he cackled as he watched Jesper lower his head and start blowing a seemingly endless stream of raspberries directly onto his bellybutton, without stopping the torture on his thighs. “I CAHAHAN’T!”

Jesper smirked to himself as he blew raspberry after raspberry on Wylan’s worst spot. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long, Wylan wouldn’t be able to take it, but he relished in his laughter while he could.

The redhead was thrashing around like crazy, his laughter loud enough to wake half the Barrel, but it finally went silent when Jesper started nibbling the rim of his bellybutton. That was the most ticklish thing Wylan had ever felt, it was almost unbearable. If it had been anyone but Jesper doing it, he probably would have been hating it, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate anything Jesper did.

After a couple of seconds of silent laughter, Jesper stopped and rolled off Wylan to lay beside him, an annoyingly smug grin on his face as he watched the other trying to calm down and regain his composure.

As soon as he was released, Wylan shoved his shirt down and curled into a ball to protect his spots. He panted hard and closed his eyes. “I’d beheheen kidding about tehehelling the others about the spohot on your knees before… but they are ahahabsolutely finding out now.” he managed to get out between residual giggles.

Jesper snorted and stuck another saliva covered finger into the panting boys ear. “Do you want to go for round two?” he asked fondly.

Wylan whined and slapped his hand away. “You’re gross!” he complained, rolling over to look at him with a childish pout, but it was quickly replaced by a small smile when he saw the fond look on Jesper’s face. He blushed a little and looked down, wanting to kiss Jesper but feeling shy about being the one to initiate it.

Jesper cooed. “You’re adorable when you’ve been knocked down a peg or two.” he teased.

Wylan rolled his eyes and flipped Jesper off. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“Who would I be if I weren’t teasing you?” The older boy winked, before placing a small kiss on Wylan’s cheek. “I’m… I’m glad you stayed behind with me.” he said genuinely.

Wylan blushed and smiled. “I’m glad too. Although I’m sure Kaz isn’t going to be happy he had to back down in front of the others… so this might be the last time we see each other.” he joked.

Jesper chuckled. “Better make the most of it then.” he winked, before kissing Wylan passionately.

The Merchant let out a small squeak before melting happily into the kiss. He shifted so he was positioned on top of Jesper, how the older had previously been on him, and continued kissing him.

“Kinky.” Jesper teased, pausing the kissing to glance at inevitable flustered look on Wylan’s face. He smirked.

“Wrong actually.” Wylan told him once he’d gotten his flush under control. He restarted the kissing, but used his fingers to lightly tickle Jesper’s ribs.

It was now the older boys turn to blush and squirm again.

“You tickled me way more than I tickled you, it’s only fair.” Wylan winked, then went back to making out and tickling him softly.

Jesper blushed a little darker, letting out a small giggle as they kissed. Maybe giving Wylan the upper hand every so often wouldn’t be so bad.

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“Well, isn’t this a surprise?”

Jesper and Wylan practically leapt off of each other, staring startled at the voice.

“Kaz was right.” Inej giggled. “I had more faith in you two, I thought you’d be able to keep your hands off of each other for a few hours while we were out, but apparently not. Now I owe him thirty Kruge.”

Both Jesper and Wylan’s faces were hot this time. Of course it had been Inej, the Wraith could sneak into anywhere she wanted and find out the information she needed without being heard, they should have been more careful. They stuttered over their words, trying to come up with excuses for what they’d been doing.

Inej smiled fondly. “Relax. We all knew it was coming. Plus even if you tried to deny it, your twin hickeys prove otherwise.”

They both flushed darker.

“Everyone will be interested to know that you were underneath though, Jesper. We all thought the Merchling would never get the upperhand.” she smirked, turning to leave the room. “Maybe Kaz’ll let me keep my Kruge for that bit of information.”

That checked Jesper out of his embarrassed daze. “Inej! That information is private!” he growled, as she darted out the room. He ran after her, calling out threats.

Wylan chuckled fondly to himself as he walked down after them. “Hey Inej, I’ve got some other interesting information about his knees you should know!”

“WYLAN! DON’T YOU DARE!”

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[tiklart]

SQUEALING SANTA GIFT FORRRRR THE ONE AND ONLY: @ticklishraspberries!!!

Six of Crows - Inej/Kaz

Uahhh, I hope you like it 🧎 I literally couldn’t wait to start on this, I was beyond hyped for this pairing

Thank you @hypahticklish for hosting this wonderful event like always 🥲💕💕🫶

#bsjdjjd I can’t believe we were each others secret Santa’s 😭😭 #but I was so excited to make this 🥲 #tickle art #tickle #tickling #tickle fanart #squealing santa #ss2k23 #soc #six of crows #kaz x inej #sankta inej #kaz brekker #fanart #tiklart

[to-be-a-dreamer]

I will never not find it hilarious that one of Kaz's main skills is close-up magic like I know it's because it's good for pickpocketing and it shows how he always wants to know how things work so. Logically it makes sense for the character but it still makes me giggly and does not help him beat the "most dramatic bitch in Kerch" allegations. Funniest character detail in the history of ever please never make him stop

#truly i cannot explain why its so humorous to me but everytime he does it i get so tickled #same with the flash bomb trick he pulls on the darkling in the show #like yeah it makes sense and that is absolutely how that character would get out of that situation #but also that's the funniest shit i've ever seen mans really pulled the cheesiest trick in the book on the most powerful person alive #and it WORKED #kaz brekker #six of crows #shadow and bone #grishaverse

[tklpilled]

gold rush

(jesper/wylan)

summary: wylan won't admit he likes tickling. jesper's going to make him, one way or another.

a/n: commission for @ticklishraspberries !! thank you soso much i loved writing these two

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

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The house is always filled with a variety of sounds, much to Jesper’s enjoyment. He hates the silence, hates how it gives him too much room to think and think and think. He’s eternally grateful for the constant humming, or the gentle notes from the piano and Wylan’s flute, so that when neither of them are in the mood for talking it doesn’t leave them in an uncomfortable quiet.

Jesper loves how much more comfortable Wylan has gotten with him. It’s not that there was anything wrong before, but Wylan is—he’s very awkward, and he flusters incredibly easily; especially, it seems, when it comes to relationships. Jesper doesn’t mind, not at all, but he can’t deny that he rather enjoys when Wylan will give him a sharp remark where he used to stay quiet, and how he initiates things more than he ever had before.

Still, not everything has changed. One of the first out of many reasons why Jesper fell for Wylan is that he’s just so fun to mess with. It’s incredibly entertaining to watch him stiffen and stammer, eyes widening as he immediately grows defensive when Jesper finds the right thing to poke fun at. Of course, Jesper’s not mean; he stops as soon as Wylan starts to show any signs of discomfort, but until then, he’ll take great pleasure in toying with the boy.

And, really, this time it’s Wylan’s own fault for being so ticklish.

“Gah—Jesper!” Wylan squeaks, spinning around to face his boyfriend, who’s just poked his sides.

Jesper grins. “Yes, sunshine?”

Wylan’s cheeks redden. “Don’t call me that,” he grumbles, looking away.

Jesper puts a finger under Wylan’s chin, tilting his face up. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he teases, and jabs a finger into the boy’s side again as he moves away.

Wylan, predictably, squeaks again. “Jes!”

“Problem?” asks Jesper, using both hands to repeatedly poke up and down Wylan’s sides, nearing his hips and ribs but never straying far. Wylan nearly collapses into a fit of giggles, curling in on himself as he tries to bat Jesper’s hands away.

“J-aha! Stohohop it!” he begs, nearly squirming away before Jesper pulls him into his chest. 

“Oh, hush,” teases Jesper. “I already know you like it when I tickle you.”

Wylan turns beet red. “Th-thahat’s not—I do nohot!”

Jesper raises an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“N-nohoho—Jespeheher!”

Jesper stops, stilling his fingers but keeping him held close. “Alright then.”

Wylan makes a few sputtering sounds, as if he’s going to protest, but then he decides against it. “Y-you…”

“Me?” Jesper pulls away just a bit to look at him.

Wylan flushes. “...Nothing.”

Now, Jesper knows full well that Wylan doesn’t mind being tickled—in fact, he even likes it, craves it from the right person. It’s pretty clear to anyone who watches—the way Wylan hardly even tries to fight back, the way he leans into the touch rather than away. The thing is, though, that no matter how obvious it may be, Wylan just won’t admit it. Jesper has tried. But this time, he’s taking a different approach—don’t tickle Wylan until he admits he likes it. It seems easy in theory, but Wylan can be stubborn.

So, here they are, a week after the incident, and Jesper is mourning the loss of one of his favourite sounds. The house is quieter without Wylan’s laughter filling the air, but it’s not enough to make Jesper be the first to give in. He’s going to make Wylan admit it this time.

Holding himself back is…much more difficult than he thought it would be. Jesper doesn’t realise just how often he tickles Wylan until he can’t do it anymore. When Wylan stretches, scrunching his nose as he reaches his hands high above his head; when he’s trying not to laugh at Jesper’s jokes, but he’s not doing too great of a job; when he gets embarrassed, and his face turns that pretty shade of pink that Jesper just adores. If Wylan doesn’t confess soon, Jesper might just die due to lack-of-Wylan’s-ticklish-giggles. 

Lucky for Jesper, it doesn’t last much longer.

Jesper’s hands are on Wylan’s bare skin, under his shirt and running up and down his sides. Wylan flinches, once, when Jesper strays too close to a sensitive spot—which was genuinely an accident; Jesper can forget just how ticklish his boyfriend is—and when Jesper notices, he stops, just as Wylan had asked him to do. He doesn’t miss the small whine that slips from Wylan’s lips.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” says Wylan, a little more focused on the ceiling. 

Jesper hums. “I heard you make a noise.”

“You heard wrong.”

“You’ve made that noise before.”

Wylan blinks, his expression blank. “No, I haven’t.”

“Could it be that—”

“No—”

“---you want something that you’re too afraid to ask for?”

The ceiling can not be that interesting. “Wh-what kind of thing would that be?”

“No idea,” says Jesper, returning his fingers to the same spot. Wylan twitches.

And Jesper, rather than his usual choice of making Wylan squirm even more, does nothing.

Wylan grumbles. “That.”

“Hm?”

“Th-that,” stumbles Wylan, cheeks beginning to heat. “You keep stopping.”

“Oh?” Jesper wriggles his fingers for a moment. “You said you didn’t like it.”

A tiny, frustrated noise comes from the back of Wylan’s throat. “...I lied.”

Jesper snorts. “Did you, now?”

Wylan covers his face with one hand, turning away as he hides his blush. “Just—go ahead.”

“I want you to say it.”

“You—!”

Jesper kisses him softly. “Come on, Sunshine. It’s not hard.”

Wylan sputters, bright red as complaints rapidly fall from him.

He soon realises Jesper is serious.

He whines, way too embarrassed than should be legal. “I don’t—I don’t hate it. T-tickling,” he tacks on at the end, in case Jesper tries to make him say it (he would have).

“So?”

“So!” Wylan is somehow even redder. Jesper thinks he might actually explode. “You…don’t have to stop.”

Jesper laughs, before he lays across Wylan, limiting his movements, then grabbing both wrists and pulling them over his head. “I thought you’d never say it.”

#my fics #arty writes #tickle fic #six of crows #soc #shadow and bone #sab #shadow & bone #s&b #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #wesper

[august-anon]

i need to reread the six of crows books so i can write more six of crows fics the community needs more

#august rambles #six of crows tickling

[rosiesramblings]

Could you write a story for six of crows?

Full disclosure, I have never read/seen(?) (is it a show now?) (I'm afraid it will make me Feel Emotions and I get enough of that already) six of crows, so my answer would be a polite no, sorry. I know it's a popular fandom though so I would check out @ticklishraspberries stuff if you haven't yet!

#asked and answered #rosie rambles #anon #non tickles #six of crows ask

[themotherofblood]

On dancer reader, can we have some motherly moment between reader, Baela and Rhaena, with a little Daemon participation, please? (would love to read something about their relationship)

yes!! I love this idea, this is a little blurby. Also Daemon being a total girl dad!!

Masterlist | part one | part 2

There wasn’t a scarcity of children in the Old Palace, all your half sinblings, step siblings and even cousins filled every extravagant room the palace had to offer. Luckily, Daemon and your quarters were rather secluded, spacious marble floored rooms over looking The Sunset Sea, the orange hue of the dusk painted your chambers every evening.

This particular evening, Daemon had taken Baela dragon riding. Moondancer had finally grown large enough to be saddled, a shiny purple leather saddle with a gold moon pendant was worn by the young creature. The curtesy of his niece Rhaenyra, she gifted Daemon and by extension you, a clutch of eggs, four magnificently coloured orbs for the babe within you and the many more to come.

You had lounged out at the Mirrored Palace with your family, some painting away with the newest oil colours from Bravos, the others brawled with each other as you embroidered away a red tunic with gold threads. You hadn’t noticed until the hour of crow that Rhaena wasn’t amongst you. You excused yourself, trailing away at the gardens to find the little white haired beauty, instead you found her handmaidens who told you she was in her chambers.

“Rhaena?” You called out, her small frame sat by the lit hearth that held her egg for over a year now, and many more years elsewhere. You huffed, holding onto the chaise rests to lower yourself onto it. “What’s wrong darling?” You pet her head.

“I- I wonder if the egg for my sister would hatch,” she sulked, you knew this to be a sensitive subject for her, she placed her egg down and looked up at you apologetically for her abruptness. Both girls had firmly decided that the child within you would be a girl and then proceeded to pick an egg from the four Rhaenyra had sent.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you smiled at her, patting the space next to you for her to sit as she cradled her egg. “I do not know much of dragons, I don’t understand it like you do, your father does.” You hugged your arms around her.

“What I do know is, the dragons do not make you who you are,” you stated, a truth you understood about your husband. Caraxes a mere extension of who he was and the fire within him.

“Father seems to think otherwise, everyone in our bloodline has one,” Rhaena pouted as she rest her head against your shoulder “even mother did.”

“That isn’t true, Rhaena,” you cooed “your father wants nothing more than to help you claim one some day, should you ask him he will tell you all the same.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” she questioned, her purple eyes filled with moisture, her bottom lip jutted out and darkened cheeks heated.

“kesrio syt iksā tolī byka,” Daemon’s voice rumbled from behind you, he stood leaning against the posts of the veranda, still in his riding clothes as he approached Rhaena. You are too little.

Rhaena appeared sheepish as she made space for Daemon before plopping herself onto his lap. “I’d rather you be little, chubby and alive rather than a dragon rider. I wasn’t one until I was nearly six summers older than you.” He tickled her tummy making her giggle before resting her head against his shoulder.

“I miss mother,” she reminisced making Daemon turn to you uneasily.

“Well,” you spoke up, pointing at the window where the skies had already darkened “when I miss mine own, I look at the stars.”

“The stars?” Rhaena looked confused.

“Look at them, think of Laena and pick a star that might appear to be her,” you smiled at her “that way, every night your mother can visit you.”

Rhaena looked for a moment, you could see her eyes darting all over before she picked one, her eyes softened “that one,” she whispered pointing at the star.

You later in the week had been met with crucial urgency as your handmaiden huffed, running to you about your husband. Daemon nearly loosing his mind at an ungodly hour in the morrow as he went to rouse Baela. She wanted to see the sun rise from high above the skies, he would have taken Rhaena along with him. He stroked Baela’s pretty hair to rouse her from the pouted dream she had been dreaming, Baela groaned and grumbled, burying herself further under the sheets “papa, no.” She whined as Daemon pulled her.

Instead of chuckling at Baela’s adorable protests, his gut filled with horror as his daughter’s bed was stained with blood. No, no- not his sweetling. He shook Baela harder this time to wake her, looking over her face and arms to find any sign of injury before yelling at the guards to fetch his you and the Maesters.

“Are you hurt? Baela, you must tell me what happened,” he urged her, Baela appeared confused until she saw the blood standing her night gown until she too mirrored her father’s terror.

“Papa, am I going to die?” Baela cried, her bottom lip wobbling. Daemon tried to remain calm as he shook his head, nothing would happen to his daughter. His urgency wasn’t met with enough speedy response, he grew impatient for the Maesters to arrive. “Everything will be fine,” he rocked Baela in his arms.

You burst through Baela’s bed chambers, huffing and cradling your bump as your took in the scene infront of you. The stained bed, the terror on Daemon and Baela’s face, the staining on the lower half of Baela’s nightgown. You shoulders slumped in relief as you slapped a hand over your thudding chest to calm your breathing.

“Daemon she is fine,” you calmly stated.

He began to look at you like madness had filled your head as he gestured to all the blood, how were you not loosing your mind. Merely weeks ago you pulled the entirety of the Old Palace upon your head when Baela cut her elbow from a fall. He shook his head, clutching Baela harder.

“Daemon, she’s flowering.” You sighed, trying to pull Baela away from his tight hold, she looked confused between the two of you.

Daemon frowned “she’s too young,” he shook his head once more, once again refusing to let his daughter go.

“I flowered at eight, she in nine.” you stressed, once again trying to pull Baela away as the Maesters finally came to the her chambers.

The two appeared worried until you spoke without looking at them, asking them to leave a essence of milk of the poppy behind. Baela’s handmaidens we’re ordered to draw a bath for the young girl. “Go on darling,” you nodded at her to clean up as they stripped her sheets.

Daemon still sat on the footrest, looking a little calmer than before as you came to stand in front of him. He groaned, resting his head against your belly before pressing two kisses to it over your robe. “She is fine, Daemon.” You reassured once more by squeezing his shoulder.

“I was so sure-“ he shook his head. “She’s flowering?” Daemon looked up at you, your fingers pushed back his hair as you nodded looking down at him.

“She’s growing,” you stated making Daemon grunt once more, finding the thought of his little girls growing so quickly displeasing.

“See after her? Please,” he requested, you nodded before moving behind the divider when Baela sat submerged in her tube, only her head popped out of the milky water.

“I am not dying?” she asked, still confused. You shook your head.

“It’s your moon blood, it shall happen for every turn of the moon,” you said making her grimace.

“Every moon!” She exclaimed making you giggle.

“Unfortunately so darling,” you smiled at her sympathetically.

The handmaidens brought chamomile tea from the kitchens for you to lace with a drop of milk of the poppy. Enough to make the rumbling pain in her belly heel, her handmaidens wrapped her in thick cloth before helping her back in bed.

“This tea is going to heal her?” Daemon paced by the foot of the bed.

“Don’t be daft Daemon,” you glared at him chicken mothering down your neck. He knows well enough that one cannot just heal away moon blood. “It’s for the pain.”

Rhaena had long awoken and found herself situated next to her twin sister, she appeared a little nervous about the blood but curious. She hugged her sister a little too tight making Baela swat her back before succumbing to her hold. The two of you left the girls to rest as you pulled Daemon out of their rooms.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought over the brave Rogue Prince loosing his bearings over moon blood. He glared out you, making you laugh even harder, choking out apologies as you clutched your bump trying to stop. He groaned all the way through, dragging you back your shared bed chamber as your fit of giggles just wouldn’t stop.

“You can either stop giggling like a child, or I can make you,” he warned, his own lips faltering as they curled upwards with your giggles.

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[mordredisacoolname]

GRISHAVERSE CHARACTERS WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON THEM

Shadow and bone / six of Crows

MALE READER (can also be read as gn)

Characters: Alina Mal Genya Nikolai Kaz Inej Jesper Nina Wylan Matthias

*Mostly based on the show as I'm only in the middle of Siege and Storm

ALINA- you were both very tired, riding in a carriage led by horses. Alina was starting outside the window when she felt a weight on her shoulder, turning her head she saw you with your eyes closed asleep on her. Smiling to herself she moved a little so you'd be more comfortable and spread a little warmth through you so you won't be cold. She tried staying as still as possible in the carriage to not wake you up.

MAL- you were both drinking some kvas and talking nonsense outside your tent while everyone else were asleep. As he stared into the sky talking about keramzin memories he was interrupted by your head falling on his shoulder. "Do I bore you this much?" He barked out a laugh, watching your sleepy face and moving to a more comfortable position. He decided to let you sleep a little more before waking you up and returning to the tent.

NIKOLAI- you were hanging out in his ship quarters with a few other ship mates, his arm hang around your shoulders when he felt your body leaning towards his own, your hair tickling his neck. He watched you in amusement while Tamar and Pryvet were telling a story about a past adventure, tightening his arm around you.

GENYA- you both were sitting on a sofa in your room at the little palace, genya talking about her day and (rightfully) complaining about the queen, with a tea cup in her hand. When she asked you about your opinion, not hearing an answer she glanced at you finding out you were asleep. She presumed you were just leaning against her as you often did, but to her surprised you were just passed out from the tiring day as a grisha in the little palace. Smiling softly she carefully helped you fully lay down on the sofa, and left you to your rest.

KAZ- you were sitting in his room trying to form the next step leading to the fall of Pekka Rollins when he felt a slight weight on his shoulder. He immediately tensed up frozen in place. He tried calling your name hoping you'd wake up but unfortunately for him you didn't. He wanted to shrag you off, and he would've if you didn't know each other for a very long time. It felt weird, anxious but also a little comforting. He stayed like this still as a statue for a few minutes before slightly tapping you on your arm to wake you up.

INEJ- you were both sitting outside in silence wanting some peace and quiet from the loud tavern when inej felt your head slip down to her shoulder. She smiled softly, studying your face; feeling the urge to let you stay like this forever. Unfortunately it was getting late and unsafe outside, so she had to wake you up, but she really enjoyed those few minutes of you together.

JESPER- you were sitting at a table in the barrel watching people drink, talk and play, when you felt the tiredness creeping up on you "don't you dare fall asleep and leave me alone in this boredome" said Jesper while holding some sort of drink on his hand. "I'm not asleep" you perked up at the accusation, taking a sip of your own drink you left on the table. As the time passed on, you stopped answering Jesper's questions and observations. "Not asleep my ass" he snored, finishing the rest of his drink and helping sleepy you stand up and go to your room.

NINA- you were sitting on soft cushions near a window watching the snow. You rented a small room and decided to lit a fire and warm up a bit. You were both quiet, enjoying the outside view and the inside warmth, wrapped together in furrs. You slowly fell asleep, head tilted back when Nina noticed you're not awake, laughing quietly she guided your head on her shoulder, tightening the furr around you two.

WYLAN- wylan was mixing some stuff together when you called him to take a break and join you on the sofa, petting the empty space besides you. After a few protests he finally agreed and sat down next to you, your arm wrapping around him. Drawing him closer you kisses his head, nuzzling your nose to his wild hair, feeling sleepy. He was telling you about what he was making when you slowly started shifting away to sleep. When he noticed he smiled trying not to move his head too much as your head was on his. He was just sitting there squished between you and the sofa, and eventually fell asleep too.

MATTHIAS- he was sitting all grumpy away from the rest of the crows when you approached him. "Mind if I join you" you asked not waiting for his answer and sat down besides him. "Why do you ask if you're going to do that anyway" he scowled. You shrugging your shoulders leaning against him and observing everything that was going on in front of you. Announcing you were tired, you tilted your head to rest on his shoulder, instantly falling asleep. Looking at you Matthias sighed annoyingly, but let you stay mumbling something in Fjerdan.

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[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Kaz Brekker x gn! Reader - Eyes on you

A/n: Have a bit of fluff while I brew up some angsty parental! kanej and nikolai fics!

Summary: Y/n doesn't want to take their eyes off their lover, the crows take notice

Warnings: swearing, very cheesy, mentions of violence alluded to the reader having adhd (I didn't realize till after I had written it, but perhaps that's because I have adhd-) ooc Kaz, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The Three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your, they/them] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) kaz x reader, (romantic!) helnik, (platonic) crows x reader, (platonic!) nina x reader]

"I can't believe he let us go on that heist without telling us the whole plan." Wylan huffed as the crows were gathered at a table at the Crow Club. "I thought after the ice court he would've told us something that important." He grumbles.

"It's Kaz." Jesper snorts as he puts an arm around the merchling's shoulders. "What did you expect?"

Normally you would've interjected about now and defended Kaz, you had been dating him for about six years now. Though, the both of you were very quiet about you're relationship meaning that the crows didn't actually know you were together.

Of course the two of you were quiet, Kaz had enemies who were just waiting to pounce. Prowling back and forth, trying to play the long game. Quite frankly over the years you too had made some people not very happy with you. At this point though, you probably could've told the crows, but even now they were still alluded from the truth.

Which made some conversations very fun and others where you'd want to throw yourself over a bridge because of how dense they were. You were just waiting for them to figure it out by now.

Going back to your reason as to why you couldn't interject, it may or may not have been because you had been too busy staring at your boyfriend to put your word in there.

Honestly though, who could blame you? Kaz Brekker was always so pretty, but today he just looked absolutely ethereal, you didn't know why, because he was still just in the clothes that he usually wears. He still had the same haircut, and he certainly hadn't done anything out of the ordinarily (for you anyways) but he just looked drop dead gorgeous.

Not that he didn't usually, but most of the time you could force your eyes away from his beautiful figure, but today they stayed focused solely on him. Although it certainly was nothing to complain about, as you gazed at Kaz with love clear as the morning sun in your eyes.

"Y/n, are you listening?" Nina, your first, and one of your bestfriends, snapped her fingers in front of your face to break you out of your trance.

"Oh ya, sorry." You muttered and turned your gaze away from the bastard and back onto your group of friends.

"As I was saying," Nina started up again as she plopped down into a blushing Matthias's lap again.

Really you had all the intentions of paying attention but then the sneaky Dirtyhands himself had placed a very light touch on your shoulder as he practically breathed down your neck as the hairs stood up and your posture straighten.

Fuck Kaz, he really brought out the worst in your short attention span.

Then he sat down in the chair next to you so that your thighs were touching. Your heart was beating out of your chest, it had to have sounded like a drum to your peers.

Kaz leaned in next to your ears and brushed a gloved finger over your collarbone, like the fresh autumn leaves tickling your skin.

"I've seen you staring love." He whispered.

Your breath caught in your throat and you momentarily forgot to suck in some very vital air.

But you wouldn't be Kaz Brekker's partner if it weren't for the fact that you could keep up with him.

You were equals after all.

"And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

Kaz chuckled, but a light blush dusted over his cheeks as his ears turned red. Only you could make the bastard of the barrel blush, something you would rave on about for ages if you could.

"Come outside with me? I have something to ask." He purred, as his hand came to link with yours.

"Okay?" You replied rather confused, but going along with one of the most dangerous men in Ketterdam anyways.

"Where are you going?" Inej questioned the both of you, as you two stood up.

You had forgotten that you had an audience of friends around you that a) didn't know you were together, and b) were very nosy and love gossip.

"Going to go make out in a closet some where." Jesper joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I wouldn't make out with Y/n in a closet, they deserve more. Unlike you and the merchling over there." Kaz speaks in the most monotone voice know to man as the crows chock on their own spit and stare at the two of you with wide eyes.

"What!" Nina squawks.

"Why do you all look so surprised? I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend if I want to?" You ask the group, your eyebrows frowning.

"BOYFRIEND?!" They all yell in shock as you curse your scatter brain for forgetting for one second that they didn't know. Kaz making innuendos is a bit different then you revealing that the two of you had been together for years and you guys were just waiting until they realized.

"I owe Matthias so much money!" Jesper exclaims with a gasp as he fake faints into Wylan's side.

"You guys bet on us?" You question them, crossing your arms over your chest while your face appeared annoyed, you couldn't truly hide your amused expression as well as your boyfriend.

Inej sighs. "They did, I didn't. Jesper and Nina said you guys were just friends, Wylan said you guys love each other but would never date, and Matthias said you guys had already been dating for months."

"Months?" Kaz questions with a smirk on his face.

"Kaz." You growl under your breath trying to warn him not to push his luck. "Nina can raise the dead." You attempt to remind him, but your luck might just have run out.

"You have not been dating my best friend for more than a few months." Nina says crossing her arms over her chest.

You give her a rather sympathetic look that tells her everything she needs to know.

"No!" She gasps in disbelief. "There's no way you've been dating for more than six months, at the most!"

"Turn the word months into years and you have your answer Zenik."

"SIX YEARS!" She screams making you wince at the volume. "Kaz Brekker! You've been corrupting Y/n for six fucking years and we didn't know!"

Kaz only rolls his eyes and takes your hand in his, almost impatiently. Disregarding all your friends and their gaping mouths.

"Yes, now get over it because we have something planned." Kaz mutters with an irritated look on his face as he pulls you away from your friends.

_____________

"We're definitely following them right?" Jesper says as he bounces to his feet pulling poor Wylan along with him.

"Oh, yes." Nina agrees while cracking her knuckles.

________________

"Kaz this is beautiful." You spoke in awe as you gazed upon a small valley of wonderful blue flowers that nearly appeared to glow in the dark.

It had taken quite the walk to get here, but it was just outside of Ketterdam so it could have been much worse. Even if it had been an longer walk it still would've been worth it, this place just gave you an amazing feeling. Almost akin to the same feeling Kaz gave you, just not quite. Nothing could beat that.

"Thank you for bringing me."

"I didn't just bring you here for one purpose." He replied as he turned to face you, and grabbed your hands with his own ungloved shaking ones.

"Y/n L/n you are everything." He whispers as if the words were hard to find, hard to conjure.

"Marry me, make me Kaz L/n."

Your eyes widened in shock, your hands went to cover your mouth as tears of joy filled your face and you nod your head erratically yes.

"Say it, please I need to hear you say it." He begs.

"Yes, Kaz! Of course I'll marry you."

He smiles one of his rare ones and your foreheads go to touch as you both close your eyes taking in everything and-

"Congratulations! The Crows jump out of nowhere a bit sheepishly.

Kaz looked like he was about to murder them but you threw your head back in laughter.

Your fiancee, and your friends - your family was all around you. What else could you ever need but this? Your soul grinned, and your heart was filled.

Words 1400

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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#kaz brekker #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #grishaverse #nina zenik #nina zenik x reader #matthias helvar #the crows #the crows x reader #delusion writes

[ticklishraspberries]

Foolish Desire (Jesper/Wylan)

Summary: Wylan is always doing things with his hands, and it makes Jesper’s find wander. (Based on a lovely prompt by @nhasablogg!! Thank you so much for the idea!! Hope y’all enjoy!!)

It’s stupid, really.

Jesper feels like a fool for even noticing it, let alone caring. But falling head-over-heels for Wylan has proven to make him quite a fool, and he isn’t necessarily complaining.

It’s just…Ever since he saw Wylan first play piano, he can’t stop watching the chemist’s hands. If the musical skill was not already attractive, something about the graceful, fluid way that Wylan’s fingers moved was captivating…And, extremely flustering.

Because even when he isn’t playing the piano or the flute, Wylan’s fingers are always moving. When he’s thinking deeply, he wiggles his fingers in the air like he’s plucking imaginary strings.

And, it’s so stupid, because Jesper normally never gets flustered like this, but lately, he can’t stop thinking about those fingers and what they could do to him. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)

 No, it’s sillier than that, and Jesper wants to slide down off his seat and hide under the club’s bar for the rest of the evening as he watches Wylan tap out a rhythm on the table, fingers quick and deliberate.

And Jesper really wants to drag him upstairs and beg to be tickled, because that’s the sort of foolish thoughts that Wylan has put in his head.

“Are you alright?” Wylan asks, startling Jesper out of his thoughts. “You’re…quiet.”

“Am I not allowed to be quiet?” Jesper asks, a little too defensively.

“I mean, you just never are. Quiet, that is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go so long without saying a word.”

Jesper knows that Wylan isn’t going to drop this until he fesses up, but he would rather go up against a rival gang without his guns than say it out loud.

“Do you want to get out of here? I mean, it’s not like Kaz needs us for anything tonight…” he says, trying to seem casual. “We could…Head upstairs?”

Wylan’s eyebrows raise at the suggestion, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’d like that.”

They head up the steps and into Jesper’s room, their room, and once the door is shut, their lips are locked together. They fumble back towards the bed, sitting perched on the edge of it, fumbling to shed their jackets and toss them onto the floor.

“So, this is what you were thinking about, hm?” Wylan asks, his voice soft and breathy.

“I’m always thinking about this,” Jesper replies. “Your mouth, those blushing cheeks, your hands—”

“You’ve been watching my hands lately,” Wylan interrupts.

Jesper’s flirtatious tone fades, and he feels his own face flush. He’s been caught. Well, sort of. Wylan probably assumes that it's something sexual, which is definitely a factor, but this feels more embarrassing to admit. Sex is familiar, it comes easily to Jesper (no pun intended), but vulnerability and honesty is a little more difficult.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out on it,” Wylan says when Jesper goes quiet. “I just noticed it, I thought it was cute.”

Jesper scoffs, but he’s smiling. “You’re the cute one here. I’m not upset that you mentioned it, it’s just…The reason is silly.”

“Silly? You, Jesper Fahey, silly? I can’t believe it.”

“Ha ha, very funny. But, uh…I guess I’ve just noticed that you move your hands a lot when you’re thinking. Like you’re playing a song on the piano. It’s very endearing, by the way, but it just made me think that…Well, I guess I just realized that I tickle you all the time, and you’ve never really done it back. And when you do that with your fingers, it sort of looks like…”

“Like they’d tickle?” Wylan supplies.

Jesper’s face burns. “Yeah, I guess.”

Wylan chuckles, but it isn’t condescending or judgemental. “That’s adorable, Jes. If you wanted me to tickle you so badly, you could have just asked.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say—Wait, Wy—!”

He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before Wylan has pushed him back against the bed, those fingers that had been taunting him for so long finally on his sides, scribbling up and down in a way that already has Jesper howling.

“Wait? It sounds like you’ve been waiting for this,” Wylan teases. “But I must say, your laugh is much prettier than any instrument.”

“You’re a sahap!” Jesper cries, squirming wildly against the mattress. It’s been a while since anyone has properly done this to him. Sure, the occasional one-night-stand had found a sensitive spot and gotten a few giggles out of him, and Inej sometimes poked his belly and ribs to either get his attention or shut him up.

Wylan is really good at this, which Jesper once again blames on musical talent. Why would a normal person need such dainty, dexterous fingers, if not to play pretty music, or to tickle their boyfriend into hysterics?

“Is this living up to your imagination?” Wylan asks, and although he’s grinning, there’s sincerity in the question.

 Jesper just nods, unable to form coherent words between giggling, as Wylan has found the terribly sensitive spot by his hip bones.

“Good, I’m glad. I’ll have to do this more often, since it’s occupying so much of your mind.”

Jesper whines, throwing a dramatic hand over his face, but he doesn’t protest. Honestly, he likes the sound of that. When his body has grown too tired to squirm, Wylan’s touch slows to a stop, before leaning down to kiss Jesper’s flushed cheek.

“You are absolutely adorable,” he says.

“Quiet,” Jesper replies, breathless. “Let me hold you, you master of all things musical, explosive, and ticklish.”

Wylan’s laugh is bright and bubbly as he snuggles into Jesper’s arms, face buried in the crook of his neck. “I’d be happy to make you laugh like that more often, just so you know.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed…As long as I can still return the favor,” he adds, tweaking Wylan’s side, who responds with a squeak.

“Fine,” he replies, trying and failing to sound exasperated by it.

Jesper grins. “The deal’s the deal, darling.”

Maybe it wasn’t such a foolish desire after all.

#wesper #soc ticklefic #soc tickle fic #six of crows tickle #six of crows tickling #wesper fic #wesper fluff #six of crows #grishaverse #raspberry writes

[livelaughlee]

Hello!

You can call me Dahlia <3 (no, this is not my real name)

I'm 18-20, straight, she/her pronouns

I'm like 85% Lee. (And a bit of a brat)

That other 15% you better watch out for!

I would love to meet new people and make new friends! My Dm's are open, I'm just too shy to say hello first!

Boundaries:

Anyone 25+ feel free to interact, but please do not comment or DM

Teases are welcome, but please keep it sfw!

I do not wish to discuss tickling as a kink on this blog!

I will not be doing any face reveals or giving out any personal information. Please do not ask.

I am willing to RP, but only with people I am comfortable with and only sfw. Please don't just jump straight into my DMs with RP requests.

Please don't be creepy in the DMs or you will be blocked.

I am not looking for any irl sessions!

Thank you for reading! I hope you have a beautiful day <3

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I don't write fics but I'm always down to talk about these Fandoms:

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Shadow and Bone or Six of Crows

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[tickleeteases]

Should Have Known

Fandom: Six of Crows

Word Count: 2072

Pairing: Jesper/Wylan pre dating

Summary: Jesper is bored but Wylan has been learning his tricks and turns the tables on him. Jesper tries to take what he usually dishes out and learns a valuable lesson.

This is a tickle fic. Enjoy!

It had been bound to happen really, he should have known. He knew the merchling would grow wise to the teasing eventually, but somehow it still came as a surprise to him.

The rest of the Dregs were all out on a job. Kaz hadn’t allowed Jesper to go, because it would involve going into a few gambling houses and he didn’t trust him not to get sucked in and blow the job. It had stung a bit, but Wylan had insisted on staying behind with Jesper, so that made him feel better, and after some convincing (arguing), Kaz had agreed.

Jesper had to hand it to Wylan, he’d gotten much more confident recently, and convincing Kaz to let him stay at the Slat had been a ballsy move. This increase in confidence should really have been Jesper’s first clue that his rein of one-sided teasing was coming to an end.

The others had only been gone an hour or so, but Jesper’s fingers were already starting to itch. It wasn’t fair that they were getting to gamble and he’d been grounded like a child. He was bored and needed a distraction, and the merchling sitting in the corner of his room was always a fun one.

“One of your buttons is undone, are you trying to seduce me?” Jesper lied with a smirk, flicking Wylan’s nose when he looked down to check.

Wylan rolled his eyes in an attempt to draw attention away from his pink cheeks. He chose not to respond, not wanting to give the Zemeni boy the satisfaction of hearing the inevitable nerves in his voice.

Jesper grinned to himself and moved to sit on the arm of Wylan’s chair. “Aww, come on, Wy. What’s a man got to do around here to get some attention from the cutie in the corner?” he teased softly into Wylan’s ear while his fingers grazed his bicep.

That nearly got him, but Wylan couldn’t help but laugh at that, much to the Fabrikator’s chagrin. “Man?” he snorted. “If you’d just referred to yourself as the boy that you are, you probably would have gotten the reaction you wanted from me, but alas, your big ego got in the way.” he winked.

The older boy scoffed indignantly. “I do not have a big ego! I’m more of a man than you are!”

Wylan snickered. “Well you sound like a whiny toddler right now.”

“I do not!” he huffed, sounding significantly like a whiny toddler. He stood up and crossed his arms, so he could pout at the younger, but dropped them quickly as he realised he was proving his point. Wylan smirked and Jesper felt some heat raising in his cheeks.

This back and forth should have been his second clue that their dynamic was changing.

Jesper rolled his shoulders back and straightened up. “You’re walking a risky line, Merchling.” he told him with as much confidence as he could muster while forcing himself to hold eye contact with Wylan and his smug grin.

“And yet you’re the one who seems nervous. I don’t think it’s me that should be worried, Jes. I think you’ve been playing too many risky games recently, and now you’re worried they’re going to come back and… bite you!” Wylan launched himself out of the chair towards Jesper, but stopped just short of actually touching him. He doubled over laughing at the surprised shriek that left the Zemeni’s mouth.

Jesper shot him a glare. “Stop laughing at me!” he complained, but there was no real annoyance in his voice, he knew they were just playing.

The younger boy calmed his laughter and grinned cheekily at his friend. “But that noise was so cute!”

Jesper blushed properly now. “It was not.”

“It definitely was.” he teased, pinching Jesper’s cheeks and cooing. “Awww, are you blushing? Your cheeks are so hot!”

Jesper pushed his hands away, but Wylan grabbed his wrists to keep him close. Jesper’s breath hitched the tiniest bit at that, and he looked into Wylan’s eyes, feeling his usually cocky demeanour falter.

“Problem?”

“You’re stealing my role.”

The merchant chuckled. “Maybe if you’d teased me less, I wouldn’t have been able to learn all your tricks so quickly.”

“Maybe if you let go of my wrists before I have to force you, I’ll let you feel the touch of my nimble fingers running through your hair, while I whisper sweet nothings in your ear.” He shot back, a last ditch attempt at regaining the upper hand.

“I don’t think you really want me to let you go.” Wylan smirked.

That was when Jesper finally realised his days of getting the younger boy to blush whenever he wanted with no repercussions were over. He should have known Wylan would learn quickly. He should have known that one day all the teasy, flirtatious comments he’d thrown at Wylan would come back and bite him in the ass. He’d given the younger all the tools he needed to knock Jesper down a few pegs, and he’d done it of his own volition.

Wylan could see the realisation written all over Jesper’s face and it only boosted his confidence. “Uh oh, is the little gunslinger in over his head?” he winked, slowly walking Jesper backwards until his back was against the wall. “Can he dish it out but not take it?”

Said gunslinger was doing his best to keep it together, but he’d taught Wylan well, and he suspected some of Nina’s charm and confidence may also have rubbed off on him too. He pulled lightly on his wrists, trying to get them out of Wylan’s grip, but the younger had gotten stronger during his time with the Dregs, which caught him a little by surprise. Jesper was sure if he really wanted to, he could still overpower Wylan, but… he wasn’t sure yet if he really wanted to.

Wylan smirked smugly when he felt the tug of Jesper’s wrists. “What’s wrong? Can’t escape? Honestly Jes, I’m a little offended that you underestimated me.” he teased.

The older boy rolled his eyes, but his expression quickly turned back to a flustered one when Wylan pulled his arms over his head and pinned them with one of his against the wall. He wanted to fight back, to prove that he wasn’t this easy to overpower, but maybe he was. Maybe all it took for him to melt was for Wylan to play him at his own game.

Wylan leaned in and chuckled lowly in his ear. “I’m going to take you apart.”

Jesper was done for. All the feelings towards his merchling that he’d been pushing down came bubbling up, showing themselves in the form of a hitching breath and a deep blush to rival the shade of Wylan’s hair. He gazed deeply into Wylan’s eyes and parted his lips slightly as the younger leaned in towards them. He closed his eyes, ready to finally get to admit his feelings without using teasing as a coverup. He was ready to be vulnerable.

And vulnerable is what he suddenly realised he was as he felt fingers spidering into his belly and laughter being forced from his unsuspecting mouth. “Wha-mehEHEherchling!” he gasped out through his laughter. He opened his eyes and was met by Wylan’s cheeky grin.

The Merchant snickered at the shock on the others face as he tickled his belly lightly. “You thought you were going to get what you wanted that easily, hmm? After the amount of teasing you’ve put me through? Oho no, Jes. I told you I was going to take you apart, and I meant it.”

If Jesper could have blushed darker, he would have. Wylan must have had some pointers from Nina, there was no way he’d gotten this good so fast on his own. He would be having some words with the fellow Grisha.

“I’m gohohohoing to kill yohohohou!” Jesper laughed, not sounding particularly threatening. He could feel himself sliding down the wall in an attempt to escape the tickling, but Wylan followed him down easily.

“Oh I’m so scared.” The younger snickered sarcastically. He moved his fingers up and tried Jesper’s armpits, grinning at the increase in laughter.

All the Dregs knew Jesper was ticklish. None had found out on purpose, and none had really taken things further than the occasional scribble to his sides. But he wasn’t very good at hiding his happiness or excitement, so Wylan had noticed how he lit up on the rare occasions he received a well placed poke or squeeze for a sassy comment or joke.

“I know you like this, Jes.” Wylan smiled fondly, as he slipped a hand up the pinned boy’s shirt and scratched maddeningly at his ribs.

“I do NOHOHOT! NohoHOHOT THEHERE! MEHEHERCHLIHIHING!”

The Merchant smirked a smirk, that looked far too evil for his face, at the reaction he received. “Bad spot? I think I might stay here until you admit that you’re enjoying this.”

Jesper had slid all the way down the wall at this point and was laughing loudly. “I DOHOHO NOHOHOT!”

Wylan let go of his wrists and used both hands to tickle his bare ribs now. Jesper’s arms were too worn out to do much more than grab weakly at his hands. He threw his head back in laughter, practically lying on the floor.

“FIHIHINE! I LIHIHIKE IT! NohoHOHOW STOHOHOP!” he demanded, but the smile on his face said otherwise.

Wylan smirked and stopped. “I know you do.” he winked, before placing a quick peck on the still giggling Zemeni’s cheek and drilling right back in.

The blush that had been beginning to fade from Jesper’s face immediately reappeared before he was thrown back into fits of laughter. “YOHOU ARE DEHEHEAD, YOHOHOU TEHEHEASE!”

Wylan laughed along with him now. “Me? A tease? I’ll take that as a compliment coming from you!” he beamed cheekily. He decided to give his ribs a break and skittered his fingers down his body to his legs. He squeezed up and down his thighs and found a wonderful little spot above Jesper’s knees that made him squeal adorably.

After a few more minutes of the treatment, the usually cocky, older boy’s laughter had gone silent and Wylan finally stopped for real. “Did… did I overdo it?” he asked, suddenly sounding much more like his usual, more reserved self.

Jesper was panting hard, but still had a big grin on his face. He shook his head, but playfully shoved the red haired boy. “Yohou will live to rehehegret this though…” he threatened, residual giggles still escaping his lips.

Wylan chuckled, relaxing again. “Mhm, I’m sure.” he teased. “Just so you know, I’m telling everyone about that spot on your knee that makes you squeal like an adorable little girl.”

Jesper flushed. “You will not.” he glared.

The redhead just shot him a wink. He stood up from where he’d been crouching over Jesper and held a hand out to help him up.

Jesper took it and pulled himself up. He used the momentum to push Wylan backwards onto the bed, earning a whine of protest from him, but it was quickly silenced as Jesper pushed their lips together, kissing him deeply.

Now it was Wylan’s turn to blush as he kissed him back passionately. After a couple of minutes Jesper pulled away and smiled down at the younger boy. “I should have been cruel to you and teased you the way you teased me… but I couldn’t resist your kissable face.”

Wylan chuckled fondly and blushed darker. “Your face isn’t so bad either.” he smiled back. “Plus I don’t think you should have been cruel, because me teasing you was just revenge for all the times you’ve teased me,” he rambled. “So as far as I’m concerned, we’re even now. Also, I think that now that we are both on the same lev- hey, what are you dohoho- JeheHEHES! Nohohoho! I’m sohohohorry!” He burst into bright giggles as Jesper shut him up with a dose of rib tickles.

Jesper smirked down at him. He shifted so he was straddling Wylan’s waist and used his knees to pin his arms. “Too late for apologies, Merchling. You’ve made your bed, it’s time to lie in it.” he winked. “What was it you said to me? Ahh yes… I’m going to take you apart… You really should have known I wouldn’t let you get away with messing with me.”

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Mushy May Day Eight - Sex Turning Into Making Love

Ship: Sunshine/Swiss

Notes: Continuation of day six. Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 541

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Sunshine and Swiss have only just made it home and they’re racing through the abbey back to Sunshine’s room. As Sunny locks herself in the ensuite bathroom to change, Swiss flops onto her bed to wait none too patiently.

“Are you done yet?”

“Haha, give me a minute. Gonna make my hair look nice.”

“Your hair already looks nice, Sunbeam.” He truly means it. It’s not just an attempt to get her in his lap sooner.

“Alright, fine!”

She emerges and Swiss’ brain melts all over again.

Maybe it’s the chance to have cooled his head, maybe it’s how the afternoon light filters through the window just right to make Sunny practically glow. All of Swiss’ plans to shove her up against a wall, fuck her into next week, and plenty of other delicious nastiness pales in comparison to his burning desire just to admire and worship her. All he can manage is gently pulling her close and kissing her even more sweetly.

When he pulls back she smiles up at him.

“You’re blushing again.”

“And? Can’t help it. You look so beautiful and I don’t know what to do with you.”

“You seemed to have a pretty clear idea earlier.”

“Yeah but now I just want to hold you and never let go. Kiss you until I run out of air. Love you forever.” Swiss surprises himself with how mushy he’s gotten but he can’t help it.

“So do it then.” Sunny's reply. All her teasing is gone now though. Instead she says it with an adoring smile that clearly says she feels the same about him.

He brushes a stray curl behind her ear. “Okay.”

The two of them embrace. Arms wrapped around each other and lips pressed together like they’re afraid of leaving any space between them. They share air until they’re breathless, parting their lips only enough to breath. Then they start to let their hands and mouths explore each other. It’s slow though, touching and tasting gently. Taking the time to roam skin with soft touches and feather light kisses.

At some point they end up on the bed and naked. Hands caress newly freed skin. Even as Swiss fondles Sunshine’s tits, and her his ass, there's still no hurry. Even as Swiss dips down to nuzzle his cheek against Sunny’s inner thigh. Even as his stubble tickles her and she giggles. Even as his tongue darts out to taste.

She rests a hand in his locs, not tugging, just wanting to touch. To ground herself as Swiss takes her apart with his tongue. She whimpers out her pleasure as he runs a soothing hand up and down her side. Hums against her as she arches her back and gushes slick.

Then they’re kissing again, both indulging in the taste of her. He’s rutting against her and she’s pleading for it. He’s lining himself up and thrusting in and they’re both keening with it. And even as he thrusts into her, they’re holding each other tight. And when words fail they’re locking eyes and communicating a love that can’t be vocalized.

And then they’re falling over the edge together.

In the afterglow they snuggle up against each other.

“I love you sunbeam.”

“Love you more shadow.”

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