#Genshin tickling

[ticklygiggles]

Servant and partner | Thomato

Commissioned by @xsezzie

A/N: thank you so much for your support and I'm sorry for the looong wait (as always), I hope you enjoy this one! Also, kudos to my friendsies who helped me out with this one and beta read mwah I love y'all 💖

Summary: The Head of the Kamisato Clan doesn't know how to relax, but his loyal servant and partner is always there to help out!

Words: 1.6k

“Milady,” Thoma said softly, poking his head into the room where Ayaka and some others were playing Genius Invokation TCG. “Have you seen Milord lately, by any chance?” 

Ayaka giggled behind her delicate hand at something Yoimiya said before she turned around to look at Thoma. “Ah, Thoma,” she said softly. “Now that you mentioned it, I haven't seen brother for a while now… I think he said he was going to his room for a moment after dinner.” 

Aether chuckled as he carefully arranged three cards in his hand. “I bet he's doing his fair load of work,” he said, looking up at Thoma with a smirk. “The Head of the Kamisato Clan can't relax for even a second.” 

Ayaka chuckled. “The traveler must be right, Thoma. Brother is probably locked in his room working. You know how he is.”

That was what Thoma feared. He sighed heavily, thanking them with a small nod and a smile before heading to Ayato's room... and his—ahem.

Kamisato Clan, Yashiro Commission, Shuumatsuban. Thoma was well aware that Ayato had a lot on his plate, sometimes even more than he could take, so he fervently insisted that he enjoy his free time when he had it, but every time, without exception, Ayato found an excuse, a little distraction so he could sneak off to finish some pending task or start something new he needed to get going.

Thoma had always admired his hard work and dedication… but he certainly never envied him for his need to be working all the time. Even though he enjoyed all his daily tasks, Thoma eagerly looked forward to his days off and any distraction from work that might arise. 

But Ayato was different and Thoma knew he wasn't going to change overnight, but he would be there to make him enjoy his free time... whether he wanted it or not. 

He swung the room door open forcefully, creating a pocket of air that sent papers flying all over the room. “Milord.”

Ayato visibly flinched at the sound of Thoma's voice. His shoulders tensed, as did his grip on the pen in his hand. He turned around slowly, trying to look calm, nonchalant, as he smiled sheepishly at Thoma. 

“Thoma… were you looking for me?” He asked with feigned innocence and Thoma raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest after closing the door behind him.

“Milord… I'd like to know what are you doing locked in the room when you could be relaxing in the hot springs?" Thoma asked slowly, his tone a bit firmer than usual. 

Ayato couldn't help but chuckle, finding his behavior endearing to say the least. “Thoma, I just need to finish up some reports and other stuff…” he explained calmly, standing up from the chair to pick up the papers that Thoma accidentally sent flying. “I'm sure those hot springs will not go anywhere, will they?” he asked with a smirk as he gathered the papers and placed them back on the desk. 

Thoma huffed, rolling his eyes. “They will certainly not go anywhere, but your time here will definitely end,” he explained, approaching Ayato. “This servant will not allow his master to spend the rest of the night stuck in work.” He hooked one of his arms around Ayato's.

Ayato chuckled, looking up at Thoma with those sweet eyes he knew so very well Thoma couldn't resist. “What about my partner? Would he let me finish my work for the night?” 

Thoma flushed brightly, huffing again. “Your partner is even more worried than your servant. Now, c'mon.” He pulled at Ayato's arm, gently trying to pry him off the chair. “Besides, your partner also wants to be with you in the hot springs, can't you indulge him?” 

Ayato chuckled again, barely fazed by Thoma's small tugs on his arm. “Ah, is that so? I remember my partner having a lot of fun with an oni, a puppy, and a traveler last night,” he replied with a smirk, looking up at Thoma with a teasing glint in his eyes. “He certainly didn't think of me while playing around, did he?” 

Thoma rolled his eyes one more time. “Nonsense, you said you'd come with me tonight,” he said, pulling at Ayato's arm again. “C'mon then, the hot springs are waiting for us.” 

Ayato smiled, gently pulling his arm away, turning back to his work. “Tell them to wait a bit more, I need to finish this first.” 

Thoma pouted, looking at Ayato intently as he returned to his work, almost completely ignoring Thoma, if not for his slightly labored breathing.

Thoma watched Ayato carefully. The head of the Kamisato Clan wore his kimono too loosely, almost falling off his shoulder, exposing his sharp collarbones and firm chest to Thoma's hungry eyes. His gaze slid down the valley between Ayato's ribs until it stopped at the small exposed part of his stomach. 

Thoma sighed heavily for the umpteenth time. So this was how things would be, huh? 

“Milord,” he said and Ayato responded with a soft hum. “Let's go to the hot springs together now.” 

“We can go when I finish,” he answered calmly. “Or you can go without me, Thoma. I don't want you to miss the fun with everyone because of me.” 

Thoma nearly threw a tantrum, but he held himself back very well. “Milord, if you don't stop working right now, I'm gonna make you.” 

Ayato chuckled, reading over a report, Thoma supposed. “Oh, really? And how exactly are you planning to make- haa!” Ayato jolted when he felt a mischievous finger sliding down his side. 

Thoma noticed Ayato's skin covering in goosebumps as he looked up at him, his expression serious. “Don't you dare,” he warned, but Thoma simply smirked. 

“Let's get going, then!” 

“I still need to finish- ah! Thoma! No- ahahaha!”

Oh he was so ticklish.

Thoma chuckled as his hands came in contact with Ayato's sides, making him giggle brightly as he squirmed on the chair, trying to catch Thoma’s hands and push them away, but Ayato has always been weak to tickling, once those giggles started to spill out, it was like like all his strength also started to escape from him. 

Weak, slender and warm fingers wrapped around Thoma's wrists, stopping them in place as they tried to climb up towards Ayato's ribcage.

“Are you ready to go, Milord?” he asked with a bright smile, enjoying the sounds of Ayato's laughter more than he should. 

Ayato stubbornly shook his head, kicking his legs out with a loud cackle when Thoma's fingers found his hip bones and pinched at them gently but firmly. 

“AHAHAHA! THOHOMAHAHA!” Thoma always forgot how loud Ayato's laughter could get. It echoed through the whole room, ringing in Thoma's ears in a pleasant way. “N-Nohohot there! NOT THEHEHERE!” he begged, stomping his bare feet against the wooden floor. 

“Not here?” Thoma asked with mischief in his voice. “I can stop, Milord… only if you promise you'll stop working!” 

Ayato shook his head again and his laughter seemed to increase in volume when Thoma's agile fingers started to squeeze one of his thighs, his other hand still latched to one of Ayato's hips. 

The Head of the Kamisato Clan leaned over the desk, and Thoma was kind enough to remove the report from under Ayato's face to prevent his skin from getting dirty with ink and the document from being ruined. Thoma was that good of a servant. 

The blond leaned over Ayato's back, laughing softly in the other's ear, causing Ayato to let out a squeal, trying to hide his ear with his shoulder while laughing loudly, his weak hands trying to push Thoma's away from his most sensitive spots.

“Milord~?” he sang while Ayato's laughter became more desperate, frantic and impossibly louder, infecting Thoma who laughed with his cheeks reddening as much as Ayato's. “What do you think about visiting the hot springs with this faithful servant and lover?" he asked, pressing kisses behind Ayato's ear where it was also ticklish. 

Ayato gasped, laughed, and squealed, tiny tears glistening on his eyelashes and a bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Thoma swallowed hard, Ayato looked ridiculously attractive even when he was a mess. 

Thoma couldn't help but admire Ayato's beauty as if he wasn't destroying his hip and thigh, quickly finding the back of his knee and pinching the sensitive nerve there. Ayato kicked hard as a loud burst of laughter shook his body. 

“Milord~” Thoma tried again, giggling to himself as Ayato giggled between those laughs when Thoma talked very close to his ear. “What is it gonna be?” 

Ayato nodded, having a bit of a hard time catching his breath to speak. “FIHIHINE! I'll gohoho! Juhuhust STAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHASE!” he pleaded and Thoma did just that, chuckling as he kissed the side of Ayato's neck, making him shiver while he tried to catch his breath. 

“Y-Yohohou’re a m-menace,” Ayato mumbled, breathing heavily and twitching slightly. 

Thoma chuckled, rubbing Ayato's thighs as he spoke to his ear. “Is that so? I thought I was just a nice servant and lover!” 

Ayato chuckled as well, lifting his head from the desk and looking back at Thoma with warmth eyes, his cheeks still flushed and his lips pulled in a smile. “Well… that's obvious.” 

They both giggled softly, their noses nuzzling together, their lips brushing against each other's. Thoma suddenly on Ayato's lap and hands touching here and there… let's just say it was good that those hot springs weren't going anywhere because they were kind of busy at the moment. 

[skayleay]

boyfriends ?

[undercovergamer]

✨Thoma’s Troubles✨

Idk why Itto is so low-res bro

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Thoma is sad until Itto makes his day better :)

a/n: the word “muzzle” is mentioned, but it refers to the body part of a dog. I’m pretty sure the nose / face area is called that? Nobody is wearing a muzzle, English isn’t my first language. Also, some swears appear.

Word count: 2908

It was a rather gloomy day in Inazuma. The sky was cloudy, the weather was cold, and the air smelt of rain. Most people preferred to stay indoors today, so the streets were emptier than usual. Unfortunately, mother nature wasn’t alone in her sadness; it affected some of the people as well. Especially Thoma…

He let out a sigh after the last customer of the day left Komore Teahouse, relieved to no longer need the customer service mood. He was meant to assist the loyal pooch Taroumaru today, as Ayato had noticed he needed a break from his usual duties.

“Won’t this rain ever end…?” He mumbled, petting Taroumaru’s head to distract himself. He felt grateful for the break, though he still had a lot on his mind.

“Woof!” replied the shiba, his tail wagging as he received pats. The two of them wouldn’t receive customers for a while, so they could just chill.

“Haha, you sure are cheerful today, buddy…” Thoma said with a small smile as the doggo gave his hand a reassuring lick.

“Hm? Ah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about me.” Thoma said, trying to smile in spite of his mood, but he still felt that nagging pain of Sadge™️ in his heart.

“Woof woof!” This clever dog saw right through him, and he was having none of his lies.

“Hey, I’m not-…!” But before the shiba could scold him further for lying, footsteps quickly approached the teahouse’s entrance.

“Hoo! Phew, finally some shelter! C’mon, buddy! Hurry!” The door opened, revealing a slightly drenched Itto with his little bull companion Ushi, both wet from the heavy rain.

“I-Itto?! Oh my! You’re- You’ll catch a cold…!” Thoma exclaimed, surprised to see them entering like that.

“Heh! Oh don’t worry, this is nothin’. Mind if we crash here?” Itto said with confidence, shutting the door once Ushi was in. “I’ve been through worse!” he added with a chuckle.

“L-Let me get you some towels. I’ll be with you in a moment!” Thoma sprung into action right away, leaving the room for a moment while Taromarou went to greet his guests.

“Hahaha! Thanks, man! You’re a real one.” Itto replied, chuckling as Ushi tried to shake himself off. “Hey, hey, be still. Gimmie a sec.” he said, kneeling down to remove the bull’s armor.

“Mooo…” Ushi moo’d with satisfaction, stretching a little before walking towards Taromarou, who had hopped off the counter to play with him.

“Woof woof!” he barked, happily wagging his tail as Ushi replied with another moo.

“Hah! You two sure get along well, huh?” Itto said, chuckling at their cute communication. “Aww, hello, boy! Workin’ hard today, huh? Such a good boy!” He knelt down once more to pet Taromarou, before being “attacked” with puppy kisses.

“Woof woof!” The shiba was happy to see him, licking the oni’s face affectionately, which made him stumble a little.

“Hahaha! Easy there, pal! It tickles.” He said, laughing as he played with Taromarou. “Mooo…” Ushi watched and yawned a bit before he looked around, wondering when the retainer would come back. He preferred to be without chaos for now, wanting to sit beside his master after he’d calmed down.

Meanwhile, Thoma had found the towels, but struggled to leave the room to join the others. He knew they needed to dry themselves, but unfortunately he felt like he couldn’t go back just yet. He knew he should, but the moment he felt tears in his eyes from all the built up sadness, he just wanted to hide. Hearing the fun Itto was having, he didn’t want to spoil it. He knew deep down the oni would understand, being as kind as he was, but he chose to stay to finish crying first.

The playful chaos in the other room lasted for quite a while before the trio realized Thoma hadn’t come back yet. Taromarou had calmed down by then, laying in Itto’s lap with a content expressionon on his widdle face while Ushi huffed to get their attention.

“Hm… hey, shouldn’t Thoma be back now?” Itto asked, petting both animals on their heads.

“Moo.” Ushi agreed, looking to the direction the human had gone.

“Uh-huh… Hey, Taromarou? Wanna earn yourself a treat?” Itto asked with a smile. The shiba perked up and wagged his tail. “Go find Thoma for us, alright?”

“Woof woof!” Taromarou barked with some excitement before he hopped up and sniffed to pick up his master’s scent. He didn’t really need to do this, since he knew where the towels were, but he did it anyway just to be sure.

“Damn it…!” Thoma muttered to himself, wiping his tears away to stop crying. Hearing the door be pushed open by Taromarou startled him, and he almost dropped the towels onto the floor. The loyal dog whined as he walked up to his human, sensing something was wrong.

“Ah-.. what’re you doing here, boy?” Thoma tried to act normal, but couldn’t hide his slightly dampened face from man’s best friend. Taro let out a small growl before barking, basically telling Itto to get over there. “Ah- shh, sshh, don’t-!”

“Woof! Woof woof!” Taromarou huffed and looked at him with big puppy eyes, his tail resting behind him as he felt worried. Thoma was about to say something, but Itto came in just then.

“Aha! You found him! Good boy!” Itto praised, chuckling before he noticed the lack of excitement in the shiba.

“Ah…! S-Sorry for the wait.” Thoma tried to act natural, smiling slightly as he handed a towel to Itto. “You must be cold by now. Please, take this.”

“Ah- thanks, heh!” Itto focused on drying his hair before anything else. He had to be careful not to rip the towel with his horns as he rubbed it against his head.

“Moooo…” Ushi closed his eyes and Thoma knelt down to dry him off. It felt good, he thought.

“There you go, lil- ah, I mean, big guy. Hehe.” Thoma chuckled at his error, but to his dismay started to feel sad again. Emotions are complicated, he thought. He couldn’t hide them from Itto, especially not when knowing he’s so kind and caring. The oni was talking about the weather, but Thoma wasn’t paying attention, trying to control his tears and distract his mind.

“…and it was cold, man! I usually try to brush it off… real men don’t carry umbrellas, I say. I’m starting to reconsider that, though… ugh…” Itto rambled, messing up his hair with the towel as he tried to dry it quickly.

Taromarou whined at Thoma while Itto combed his hair to fix it. The oni glanced at the housekeeper and noticed a sniffle. “Hey…? Are you okay?” he asked.

And that’s when the floodgates opened, of course, at that simple question. He trusted Itto, so his brain was simply wired to let go of his emotions now. He couldn’t say much as he wiped his tears.

“Thoma…” Itto knew Thoma liked hugs, so he sat down next to him on the floor and invited him into one. Ushi wiggled away from the towel to comfort the worrying shiba while the men hugged one another.

“There there, I got you…” Itto comforted, patting the other’s back. Thoma’s cries were mostly sniffles and hiccups. His voice was barely heard. He rested his head against the other, melting into the embrace as he sought comfort. “I’m just so tired…” he said, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

“I get that…” Itto couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen Thoma cry before. It worried him, but he kept focusing on comforting the other. Poor guy, thought Ushi as he stood by and watched, trying to comfort the whining shiba. Thoma calmed down after a while, feeling much better after letting his frustrations out. He wanted to pull away, but simply couldn’t as he rested against Itto, so tired from such a long day.

“You okay?” Itto asked, patting his back as he loosened the hug.

“Mm… it’s been a long day, I guess…” Thoma replied, wiping his eyes again.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s the weather? I mean, it’s pretty shitty today, isn’t it?” he said with a light chuckle, pleased to hear a snicker from the other.

“Heh, yeah. It’s been raining all day. I’ve felt down since I woke up this morning.” Thoma said, sighing. “I guess I got up on the wrong side?”

“Mm, maybe. I know how it feels. It sucks.” Itto replied, adjusting himself as Thoma pulled away.

“Yeah… one thing lead to another, and-… here we are.” Thoma said, hinting as if something else was wrong.

“Mhm? What happened?” Itto gave him a curious look.

“Ah, just… minor inconveniences building up.” He didn’t want to talk about it and hoped Itto wouldn’t pry.

“Ah, dude, I hate when that happens! And it’s always when we’re already upset- THAT’S when our clothes get caught on door handles.” Itto ranted, crossing his arms.

Thoma laughed, and Itto felt glad for that. “It’s true! It really is…!” the pyro wielder agreed, chuckling at Itto’s attitude.

“For real. Ugh!” Itto rolled his eyes before smirking and laughing it off with Thoma. They were still sat on the floor, allowing Taromarou to come cuddle his master.

“Y’know you can tell me anything, right?” Itto asked, patting Ushi who’d come over to join.

“Yeah… I just… I heard some whispers around the estate, and all… I kinda miss Mondstadt, too.” Thoma took a breath and explained as best as he could. Sometimes, certain estate guards were not kind to him. They didn’t think a guy from Mondstadt belonged there, working for such an important family in Inazuma. Their distasteful jabs really stuck with him today, since his mood was already down to begin with.

“It’s not the first time… I’ve already told Master Kamisato about it. Again.” he sighed as he said this, petting Taromarou while he spoke.

“Psh, then you gotta tell them to fuck off! Stand up for yourself, man! Those guards ain’t shit!” Itto said, angry that someone would be so mean to Thoma. He was such a kind soul! He didn’t deserve that!

“Ah, I know… but- well, they’re kinda intimidating, heh…” Thoma chuckled slightly, a bit embarrassed. Ushi huffed in response.

“They’re pussies, actually! What, they can talk smack behind your back, but can’t say it to your face?” Itto questioned.

Thoma chuckled. “They do, sometimes. It’s pretty back-handed.”

“The audacity! Ugh, when I catch them-…” Itto huffed angrily, clenching his fists.

“L-Let’s not escalate anything, okay? I’ll talk to Ayato about it…” Thoma said, smiling nervously.

“You still need to stand up for yourself and tell those guys to buzz off!” he said, now censoring his swears for Thoma’s sake.

“I-… I can’t do that, Itto.”

“Yes you can. Ayato wouldn’t fire you for that, y’know. He’s a chill guy.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. Those guards just scare me too much…” Thoma frowned and looked away, getting nudged by Taromarou.

“Then scare them back. Tell them the big bad oni will come get them if they don’t stop!” Itto said, grinning with some amusement at his idea.

Thoma chuckled. “Itto, they’d arrest you on sight if I threaten them with that!”

“So what? I’m not going down without a fight!” Itto chuckled too, enjoying their newfound banter.

“And how do you think Ayato would react seeing you beat up his guards?”

“If his guards are asshats, they deserve it.” Itto shrugged. Thoma snickered and started laughing at Itto’s goofy arguments.

“Hahaha…! Oh you’re impossible to reason with~!” he teased.

“Pfft, so are you!” Itto struggled to contain his giggles.

“Touché. Hahahaha..!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Once they had calmed from their shared giggles, Thoma felt the weight on his heart lighten. Taromarou wagged his tail and nuzzled him to comfort further. Thoma giggled at the shiba’s antics, feeling ticklish from the way his muzzle rubbed against his neck.

“Aww~ such a good boy!” Itto cooed, smiling at the cuteness. Ushi agreed, giving a small nod he’d learned from the bipedals around him.

“Pfft~ Hehehey!” Thoma protested half-heartedly as Taromarou excitedly pawed at him, licking his face and wagging his tail. “I-It tickles!” Thoma giggled more as the dog managed to push him over.

“Hahaha! Yeah, get him!” Itto joked playfully, laughing along at the scene.

“Itto, help me~! Hehehehe!” Thoma laughed playfully, putting little effort into escaping.

“Haha, fear not, I’ll help ya out!” Itto said, with a rather devious expression which the housekeeper didn’t see.

“Ahahaha! Hurry!” Thoma laughed as the playful shiba licked his ear, trying to push the doggo away.

“Heheh, do I have to?” Itto took his time, giggling at the scene before scooping up Taromarou and placing him aside.

“Hehe…! Thank you…” Thoma chuckled, about to sit up before he suddenly found himself laughing out loud again as Itto betrayed him, tickling him instead. “WhAAHAHA!! Wahahahahait- nohohohohoho!!” he squealed with surprise, weakly pushing at his tickler’s wrists as he laughed and wiggled.

“Instructions unclear, couldn’t let him have all the fun!” Itto teased, playfully wiggling his fingers all around, gently but quickly tickling the other. Taromarou hopped around playfully as he watched, happy to see and hear Thoma smiling and giggling.

“Ihihittohohoho!! Ahahahahahaha! Plehehehease!” Thoma laughed, not squirming around as much as Itto had hoped he would. The tickly sensation of those nails combining with his shirt’s fabric was simply maddening, yet strangely fun.

“Heheh! You want me to stop?” Itto asked, targetting the other’s sides and ribs for the funnie.

“Ahahahahahaha!! N-Not thehehehere!!” Thoma squealed, his eyes squeezed shut as he laughed and wiggled. Despite how badly it tickled, Thoma didn’t squirm too much, but the teasing made him want to roll away and curl up. Itto snickered, finding him oddly adorable while tickling his tummy, making him laugh and flutter his legs. “Mhm? You want mercy yet?” he asked.

“Ahahahahahaha!! Y-Yehehes, plehehehease!!” Thoma finally pleaded, giggling his head off. He was a really ticklish guy; a fact both Kamisato siblings knew well before Itto found out.

“Hahaha! There ya go~ was that so hard?” Itto teased playfully as he stopped tickling. He reached out to help Thoma, pulling him up to sit.

“Haha… huff… haha… that was mean, you know…” He said, too shy to admit he’d needed it.

“Heh! Ya better keep on smiling now, or the tickle monster might getcha!” Itto joked, laughing at the playful shove he got in response.

“Don’t be so childish! Hahaha…” Thoma joked back, chuckling with amusement. Boy, he sure was lucky Itto had shown up.

“Hahahaha! I’m not being childish, I’m just warning ya.” Itto replied, sticking his tongue out in a playful expression.

“As if, you goof.” Thoma chuckled, feeling a lot better than he did earlier today. He was really glad Itto showed up, relieved to no longer have to cry. “Heh… thanks for cheering me up, though…” he said, a bit sheepish since he’d been tickled.

“Ah, no problem. I’m just glad I could help out!” Itto replied, grinning proudly. “And besides, it was really funny seein’ you giggle like that.”

“Oh, don’t even mention that!” Thoma blurted out, embarrassed by his teasing.

“Heh! Or what? What’re you gonna do ‘bout it?” Itto taunted playfully, giggling at the playful banter.

“Tch.” Thoma had to think of something…

“I’ll just tickle you agai-”

“Taromarou, get him!”

“Wh-What?!”

“Woof woof!” Itto’s confidence was short-lived as the shiba sprang up, wagging his tail as he unleashed his nuzzling attack. Ushi huffed and sat a bit further away from the chaos, knowing dang well his master wouldn’t last without squirming.

“Pfft- that’s not fair!” Itto protested, giggling his ass off already as he tried to gently push the dog away. The affectionate nuzzles and licks against his jaw tickled real bad.

“That’s how it started for me, so it’s plenty fair.” Thoma replied, chuckling with amusement. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the courage to tickle Itto himself, so he let his pupper do it instead.

“Hahahaha! Make him stop~! I- hahaha! I cahahan’t-! Hehehehe!” Itto struggled to speak through his giggles, and Taromarou pushed him over just like he’d done to Thoma.

“Hehehe, that’s so cute~!” Thoma cooed, adoring his dog’s antics. It was also really funny how such a small dog could bring such a powerful oni down like that.

“Hahahaha! C’mohohon! Stahp it!” Itto snickered and finally managed to convince Taromarou to let up, giggling as he caught his breath.

“Are you really that ticklish, Itto?” Thoma teased with amusement. He was genuinely curious, though.

“Tch, am not! Shut up…” Itto protested, though he struggled to act grumpy because that moment was simply too sweet not to smile at.

“You sure about that? Taro sure had you fighting for your life there.” Thoma said with a chuckle.

“Psh, that was nothing! It’s not like I was dying from some puppy love.” Itto scoffed, trying to save his pride.

“Mhm, sure…” Thoma chuckled and shook his head before standing up from the floor.

“I’m not lying!” Itto retorted, standing up as well.

“I didn’t say you were!” Thoma replied.

“You-…! Pfft-…”

Neither of them could continue their banter as they laughed at the situation. Itto never failed to bring joy and sunshine wherever he went, even on the gloomiest of days. Thoma felt grateful to have him as a friend; he was always so kind and loving to him.

Perhaps he should seek him out more often…

[n1ghtdreamer]

Cyno tickle fic (ler! Reader x lee! Cyno)

WARNING! English is not my native language, sorry for possible mistakes. "Aaand… Diluc uses his ultimate and deals six points of damage!" With a satisfied smile, you swiped the last Cyno's card off the desk. He looked with surprise. "It can't be true… I was so close to winning… Just one move..." After a short silence, he continued: "Well… It was a worthy battle. I didn't expect you to beat me". You smiled: "You have a strong deck, but it looks like I was more lucky this time". "That's true..." The guy agreed, "And what reward would you like to have?" There was an awkward silence. Cyno reached into his bag in search of his wallet. When he found it, he sighed. "It looks like I really don't have any mora now.… There are a few coins left, but I need them for the way back". You stared at Cyno in silence. There was a note of embarrassment in your gaze. The guy noticed it. "Tell me already what is on your mind", he sighed. "Give me your foot," you said suddenly, lowering your eyes. "Foot?", he asked in surprise, "Why do you need it?" "I want to check something out," you replied, looking away in embarrassment. The young man shrugged, lifted his right foot and put it on the table. Blushing slightly, you grabbed the ankle and started slowly and hesitantly running your fingers over his bare foot. Cyno immediately shuddered and started twitching his foot. "Hahahay," he said in a surprised but slightly confused voice, "what are you doing?" "Satisfying my curiosity", you smiled awkwardly. You started moving your fingers faster. The young man squirmed harder, reflexively trying to avoid the tickling. Breathing deeply, he tried his best to hold back the laughter. Smiling, you scratched the middle of Cyno's sole. The guy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, struggling to resist the reflex urges. His reaction was expectable. He was the General Mahamatra, after all, a real warrior. That meant he was really good at controlling himself. But you didn't want to give up so soon. Suddenly you attacked his toes, and the guy couldn't help but started giggling. "Hahahaha! Hehehe! Enough! Hahaha!" "What happened? Can't keep a straight face anymore?", you teased. "Mhehehe! Hahahaha! Stohop ihihit! Pleahehese!" It seemed like you'd managed to throw Cyno off balance after all. "Okay, that's enough for you," you said mischievously and finally let go of his leg. Cyno immediately hid it back under the table. "What a nonsense", the guy said awkwardly, "did you really wonder if I am ticklish?" You smiled significantly. "You held up well. It even seemed to me that you're not ticklish… However… Everyone has their weaknesses". The young man looked away, slightly embarrassed.

[golden-chiivalry]

strange behaviour (haikaveh)

🪸 ;; pairing -> alhaitham x kaveh (genshin impact) ;

🪸 ;; fic type -> fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic ;

🪸 ;; warnings -> none ;

🪸 ;; author’s note -> woaaaa first fic !! i recently got back to genshin after quitting during sumeru release, and kaveh stole my heart 💔 so here’s some kaveh bullying bcuz he took his sweet, sweet time coming home :)

sorry if they’re ooc :(

🪸 ;; masterpost

🪸 ;; ao3

it didn’t take the scribe too long to notice something was off about his roommate. he knew the man like the back of his own hand; he could tell when something was wrong.

and his senses were telling him something was up. kaveh was behaving strangely.

he’d linger in places alhaitham was at, casting him strange looks, he’d try to initiate conversation or playful banter, and most surprisingly of all, he’d been dropping vague, almost unnoticeable hints of craving… something.

did alhaitham figure out what it was? not yet. the architect was making it quite hard. what could kaveh possibly want from alhaitham?

perhaps he was behaving like this because of his job? alhaitham has heard many stories of his “moronic” clients, most of those being drunken confessions from the blonde.

his “strange” behaviour continued over the weeks, until alhaitham physically got fed up with the constant hint dropping, lingering glances.

he waited for kaveh to return, sitting on the couch with his arms folded over his chest. “kaveh” the scribe spoke sternly, staring at his roommate. the latter returned his gaze, his crimson eyes filling with confusion as he stared back at alhaitham.

“yes?” “couch. now”

kaveh wanted to refuse. he didn’t have time for this! but at the same time, this could be a chance to get what he wants… right?

the architect reluctantly sat down next to alhaitham, fidgeting with his hands nervously. “you’ve been behaving stranger than usual.” alhaitham said bluntly, matter of factly. kaveh scoffed at that. “my behaviourism hasn’t changed a bit. you’re seeing things” alhaitham frowned at that. “and now you’re lying.”

kaveh froze. fuck. he got caught.

“what?!” he squawked, attempting to hide his clear nervousness at alhaitham’s statement. “i am not!” “you clearly are.” the scribe sighed. the two went back and forth for a while, their argument ending with a surprised squeal from kaveh when alhaitham’s hand dug into his side.

“what was that for?!” the architect said shakily, swatting at alhaitham’s hand. alhaitham was silent.

in one move, he pulled kaveh down onto his lap, his legs holding the other’s arms down. “a-alhaitham? what are you— wahahahait no!”

kaveh’s words were cut off by giggling as alhaitham’s hands dug into his sides again, his fingers fluttering up and down and drawing out loud squeals of laughter. “ahahahalhaitham! stohohohohop thahat!” he whined, squirming around in the scribe’s hold. “i will if you explain your behaviour to me, kaveh.” alhaitham replied blankly, continuing to tickle and squeeze kaveh’s sides. “hahahahaithahaham! wahahah nooo!” the architect squealed, kicking his legs out. he squawked in protest when alhaitham’s hands moved up to his ribs. “nahahahaha! nohohot theheheree!”

a ghost of a smile crosses alhaitham’s face as he spidered his hands over his poor roommate’s ribs.

“you know how to make it stop, kaveh” alhaitham answered truthfully, biting back a smile at kaveh’s embarrassingly loud squeals. “youhuhuhu bahahahahastard!!” he yelped, trying to give alhaitham an unhappy frown. it had no effect, though. his frown looked more like a crooked smile. “i ahahaham your sehehehenior! youhuhu behehehetter shohohow some respehehehect!” “that’s not nice, kaveh.” alhaitham chided, scribbling his fingers across kaveh’s tummy, which resulted in loud laughter and protests from his senior. “you ought to set a better example for your junior.”

at this point, kaveh’s mind went blank. all he could process was the unbearably ticklish sensations of alhaitham tickling his tummy and hips. he shrieked when the scribe’s hands shot to his hips and thighs, his laughter reaching an even higher octave.

“hahahahahahaithaAHAHaham!! pleEHEHEheheseee!” kaveh begged, tears of mirth pooling in his eyes as he kept on laughing and squealing. “will you talk to me now?” alhaitham questioned nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t sending the poor architect to his very own grave with tickles right now. “i wihihihill i WIHIHILL! juhuhust stahahap ihihit!!”

the scribe did as told, raising his hands up ever so slightly. kaveh panted, attempting to catch his breath after alhaitham’s cruel attack.

“y-you are so mean…” kaveh breathed out, resting his head against alhaitham’s side. “so i’ve been told” came the reply. “well? will you talk now, or do i need to persuade you more?”

kaveh shuddered at his roommate’s tone of voice, his face heating up as a blush dusted his cheeks. “well i uh…” he stuttered, avoiding alhaitham’s gaze at all costs. “you?” “i… wanted attention..” kaveh sighed. “your attention.”

alhaitham paused at that. kaveh, someone who claims to hate alhaitham, wanted his attention?

“oh.” the scribe replied, unsure of what to say. kaveh blushed furiously, hoping the couch would swallow him whole and let him hide for all eternity.

“y-you were busier than usual! of course i’d start to miss you!” the architect whined. “ugh, you are so horrible!” “you should’ve said so, kaveh.” alhaitham smirked, scratching at kaveh’s armpits, earning himself a loud screech of laughter. “i would’ve paid you some attention.”

“wahahahahaha!! haithahaham nohohoho wahahahait!”

[monmonlil]

[cooldudesthings]

A Stormy Day At The Winery

Note: This is not a ship ( Kaeluc shippers DNI )

Angst/Comfort

Tw: Mention of death and there are some cheer up tickles in this.

So if you don’t like either don’t read

Hope you enjoy!

It was a stormy day in Mondstadt, and much to the brothers' dismay, they were stuck inside with one another at the Dawn Winery. What was supposedly Kaeya’s short visit to ask Diluc about the recent appearances of the “Dark-night Hero” seen back in town turned into something more. Kaeya wanted to know everything about why his brother was doing it again. After all, it had been a while without any attacks on the town from the Abyss Mages and Hilichurls for it to reoccur once again. Kaeya wanted to team up with Diluc and get to the bottom of the issue like last time. However, Diluc didn’t seem keen on the idea of using his younger brother’s aid for something he could easily deal with on his own.

What they hoped would be a short discussion turned into multiple hours before dealing with Kaeya, which extended into the next day. The thunder was the only sound between the two brothers as they sat near the fireplace until Kaeya finally spoke up.

“Why do you believe you’re the only one who lost someone the day Father died?”

Diluc looked irritated but stayed quiet, not wanting to engage in a conversation that would lead to a pointless argument. But Kaeya continued to speak.

“I had lost Father, but I also lost someone else—my older brother. I want him back!”

Kaeya got up, walked over to Diluc, and grabbed him by the collar flaps of his coat as tears welled in his eyes. “So please…bring my older brother back.”

Diluc stood there, the irritation on his face transforming into guilt and sadness as Kaeya clung to him in tears. It was dead quiet, aside from Kaeya’s sniffles, until Diluc finally spoke up, his hand hesitantly resting on Kaeya’s back, his mind racing to consider what to do. Out of every possibility that could have happened tonight, this was one he hadn’t even thought about.

“I’m sorry.”

Diluc started to rub Kaeya’s back in an attempt to comfort him, but when his fingers barely touched where Kaeya’s ribs were, he felt his younger brother jolt and pull away with a yip, making Diluc worry if he had hurt him.

“Are you okay? Did I touch an injury?”

Kaeya shook his head no, wiping his tears away, his cheeks painted pink with embarrassment. He needed to find an excuse for his reaction without making Diluc worry further.

“No, you didn’t. I just…didn’t expect it.”

Diluc raised a brow in curiosity, easily catching Kaeya’s lie as he put two and two together.

“Really, are you sure? Maybe I should check. You know, injuries can get bad if they aren't acknowledged.”

Kaeya started to step back, his face completely flushed with embarrassment. His mind raced to figure out a way out of the situation. Much to his dismay, Diluc stepped closer to Kaeya, resting his hand on his shoulder, a mischievous expression plastered on his face.

“Diluc, I swear I’m fi-hihine! It was- nohohoho!”

Kaeya practically screeched with laughter as Diluc’s fingers quickly started to spider and skitter on his ribs, making Kaeya wriggle and squirm in a half-hearted attempt to escape.

“You’re still very ticklish, Kaeya! How have you not grown out of such a childish thing?”

Diluc teased as his fingers climbed to Kaeya’s armpits, making him squeal and snort. “Br-brohohohther! Stohohohop ihihit! Ahahaha!”

Kaeya had tears of laughter down his cheeks as he shoved his way out of Diluc’s hold, causing him to hit the floor.

“Oww-heheh! That was uncalled for. Diluc, I should get you back for that!”

Diluc huffed a half chuckle and rolled his eyes as he helped Kaeya off the floor and onto the couch.

“Can’t have the Cavalry Captain crying on me now, can I?”

Kaeya chuckled before hugging Diluc. “Thanks, I needed that.”

[gargalezthesia]

Hear me out; soft ler Diluc

Any headcanons, friend?

Oh Do I

Some of these sound a bit romantic, my inner diluc yumeshipper came out lol

I feel like he’s not the type to actually wreck you unless asked

If you asked him for more gentle tickles he’d be happy to oblige !!!

Asks to do anything/makes sure you’re okay before tickling you. “Can I pull your shirt up?” “Are you comfortable enough? Nothing hurts?”

He has long-ish nails? Only really files them when they get in the way of his work, so you might end up regretting asking for it gentle LOL

His favorite spot to tickle someone at is probably their stomach, raking his nails up and down or scribbling gently over your lower stomach :3c

If you have a favorite spot, he will notice. He’ll take note of the way your smile gets wider and you stop squirming as much. He’ll prod at that spot for as loooong as he can

Probably have to talk about a safeword, even if he’s being gentle. He’ll end up stopping the moment you say stop, can’t tell if you actually mean it or not. Doesn’t wanna hurt you ☹️

Instead of pinning you down, he’ll pull you into his lap and tickle you. If you genuinely want to get away, you can. Also gives him the opportunity to cuddle up to you while making you laugh! It’s like heaven to him!!

Probably likes blowing raspberries if you’re especially close with him. Gentle ones on your neck to make you snort, and if he’s in the position, of course he’ll blow one on your stomach.

Conclusion: He’s as happy as you are when he tickles you.

[skayleay]

SEE YOU ALL IN THE NEW YEAR!!

Thank you @otomiyaa for commissioning! I wish you happy new year! 💜

[undercovergamer]

✨Lawful Lessons or something✨

requested by anonymous

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

idk the title doesn’t make sense anymore cus the story took a different turn. My original idea was tickling Itto til he promised to follow the law, but I ended up writing something else lmao 😭

Anyways…

Looks like Itto got into some legal trouble in Fontaine, ending up in the Fortress of Meropide for an unspecified amount of time. Oh, what would it take to qualm his worries and have him behave himself?

Since Wriothesley can’t exactly leave his important post for vacation, I decided to bring Itto to Fontaine instead. How? Business trip with Ayato. Why? Boyfriend shenanigans. Hotel? Trivago. (That joke is still funny, I swear!)

CW/TW: There’s mention of Itto having a meltdown in this fic. It’s NOT caused by tickling, he is just very stressed and overwhelmed from the Fortress of Meropide. Also there’s swearing.

Word count: 4696 (nice)

Ah, Fontaine: the region known for its impressive machinery, beautiful ocean, and strict legal system. Some find the laws ridiculous: one of them forbids people from unleashing any flying objects within three months of visiting or something like that, which is so oddly specific it got Itto in trouble.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the only law he broke. His attire was deemed inappropriate, Ushi was considered an exotic animal and therefore illegal to bring without a permit or something (he’s fine, don’t worry), he accidentally vandalized and destroyed property, and got into a fight with a citizen which lead to another fight with an officer, which lead to resisting arrest. He was also charged with disturbing the peace, and was really angry about his other charges as he argued. Wriothesley was almost impressed at the sheer speed in which the oni racked up all that chaos.

Kamisato Ayato and his sister were on a business trip to Fontaine, see. Itto had practically begged to come with them, and Ayato just couldn’t say no to that puppy-eyed face. The Arataki Gang didn’t come along, though, since that would be too many people. Most of them stayed behind to help Granny Oni, so Shinobu could join the trip. She wanted to get to know Ayaka more, but knew she’d have to keep her boss out of trouble as well…

…which she sadly failed to do since Itto appeared to be a magnet for chaos. After his assault charges, he was sent to trial, which was exhausting to go through. The Oratrice Mechanique D’Analyse Cardinale found him guilty of his crimes. Itto felt really overwhelmed and stresed by such a dramatic and public trial, and worried sick over how long his sentence would be. Before being sent to the Fortress of Meropide to atone, he had emotional goodbyes with his friends, and especially with Ayato.

“You’ll get through this,” he’d said to Itto. “We’ll make sure of it. Don’t worry.” But it was easier said than done, and Itto had only spent a bit more than a week there before having an overstimulated meltdown caused by all the built-up stress. Wriothesley decided enough was enough and brought the oni into his office to calm him down. He knew better than to leave a strong and overwhelmed oni alone in an unfamiliar place such as the Fortress; especially one as emotionally unstable as this one.

Over the week, Wriothesley had tried to make accommodations suitable for Itto, such as letting him swap any lunchbox with beans in to one without for free and giving him an extra pillow for his cell, but the overall environment and uncertainty still lead him to a violent meltdown. Other inmates were mean, his cell smelt weird, the blanket felt scratchy, his new uniform was uncomfortable, he missed his friends; all the little things built up over time just to break him. So, Wriothesley thought a smaller, more controlled area like his office would be the perfect place for Itto to de-stress.

He figured Itto would feel safe there since they knew each other by now, and he hoped the oni would trust him enough to relax. But to say Itto was pissed was an understatement, and also not entirely accurate. He angrily vented his frustrations about wanting to go home, how Fontaine’s laws can kiss his ass, and how he felt lonely and confused. Wriothesley sipped some tea, letting the oni vent and pace around the office, occassionally nodding and responding to show he was listening.

“I just-! I-… I wanna go home…” he said eventually, his anger turning into sadness as his rage faded. Wriothesley sighed slightly and got up from his seat to offer Itto a hug, which wasn’t something he usually did. However, the duke figured Itto needed one by now and liked his vibe, so he didn’t mind. Perhaps they could officially become friends.

Itto burst into tears once he accepted the hug, sniffling and sobbing in the man’s arms. On one hand he felt ashamed to cry so much with someone that wasn’t Ayato, but on the other hand he’d trust Wriothesley with his life if he needed to. Though he kept complaining, gradually calming down from his distress as the two hugged tight. He was always quick to trust people like that, often befriending them earlier than they did him. Most of the time it was awkward, but this time it seemed reciprocated.

Once Itto had stopped sobbing and gotten quieter, Wriothesley spoke up again. “Listen, I can tell you’re not a bad guy. Cus if you were, you wouldn’t feel even an ounce of remorse.” he said.

“I don’t mean to break laws all the time…” Itto mumbled, sniffling while resting his chin on the other’s shoulder.

“Even so, I can’t free you yet even if I wanted to. That’d be an illegal abuse of power, and it’d hurt the trust people have in our law enforcement.”

“Your law enforcement is stupid.” Itto huffed without missing a beat, making Wriothesley chuckle as he patted the other’s back.

“Pff… That may very well be the case. Our system is different to that of Inazuma.”

“Mm…” Itto sniffled and pulled away, wiping his eyes. “I know, but still. It’s stupid… I hate it.”

“Mhm. Now, unfortuantely I can’t tell you when you’ll be freed exactly. Despite your crimes, you’ll be here for less than a year total.”

“Why? I mean, why would it not be more? I thought Fontaine was strict like that.” Itto seemed much calmer now, thankfully…

“It is, but right now we’re having some complications with your cases. It would seem your travel companions want you out as quick as possible, and they’re working on bail negotiations with Monsieur Neuvillette as we speak.” Wriothesley went over to his desk as he spoke, sitting back down to sip his tea.

“Wha- Really?! Why didn’t you just say so??” Bro was positively flabbergasted to say the least, getting excited at the idea of an early release. Shinobu would usually bail him out in Inazuma, but maybe he’d have to rely on Ayato this time…

“I tried to, but you were in the middle of a rant, so it would’ve been rude of me to interrupt.” Wriothesley smirked a little, somewhat amused by the other’s reaction despite everything.

“Oh, ha ha, very funny. Hmph…” Itto sulked, crossing his arms with a glare on his face. Though it didn’t last long since he couldn’t help but smirk as well.

“Haha, I’m serious~! You would’ve only gotten angrier if I had tried to butt in.”

Itto chuckled and rolled his eyes in respone, not wanting to admit the other was right.

“Heh, now come on, take a seat so we can discuss all this properly.”

“Ah, fine, whatever.” Itto huffed and sat down with the man, arms still crossed stubbornly.

Since Itto was mostly calmed, Wriothesley decided to give him a thorough explanation of why he’s in jail and what he should expect from it. He tried his best to answer any questions the oni had, hoping to completely calm his worries and help him understand. None of Itto’s crimes were intentionally harmful or pre-meditated, he’s just very good at getting into trouble.

“Now, are you still worried about how long your sentence will be?”

“Yeah… Didn’t you say some people stay here forever? What’s up with that? I don’t wannaaaa…!” Itto flopped back on his chair like a disgruntled teenager, which made Wriothesley chuckle.

“Pfft, heheh, you don’t have to, y’know. That part is usually optional.”

“Hey! It’s not funny!”

Wriothesley cleared his throat. “Mph- s-sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s been ages since someone with your mannerisms talked to me so casually. It’s refreshing.

“Hmph…” Itto crossed his arms.

“Anyway, like I said, your friends on the surface are negotiating with Monsieur Neuvillette, which will determine whether or not we transfer you from Fontaine to Inazuma.” Wriothesley explained. “Turns out the Kamisatos are willing to pay your bail and whatnot, but you still have to serve time for your crimes regardless. Just less. Perhaps with good behavior you could get out early.” he added, chuckling to himself.

“Tch, you’re not getting any good behavior outta me!” Itto argued stubbornly.

“Oh really now? What a shame~” Wriotheslay teased, chuckling at the other’s reactions.

“Don’t look at me like that! I’m not changing my mind.”

“Hahaha, sure you aren’t…” Wriothesley was amused by Itto’s attitude. He found him rather charming. “Anyway, hm…”

“Yeah?”

“I believe you mentioned sensory issues during your rant earlier. Am I right?”

“Yeah..? What about them?”

“You know you’re free to retreat back to your cell to rest your head, right? I got a document from that shinobi girl that states you’re neurodivergent.”

“Huh?? Shinobu? When did she give you that??”

“What’s more important is letting you know you can rest in your cell, or in my office, when things get too noisy for you. And that includes all senses, ya get it?”

“I think…? But won’t I get in trouble if I’m in the middle of work?”

“Hm, you might, but I could try getting you some noise cancellers to decrease that risk.”

“Is that allowed…?”

“For disabled inmates, all accommodations are allowed. So, yes. I definitely should’ve gotten you more of those earlier…”

Itto looked grumpy instead of responding to that.

“Speaking of which, about your uniform…”

“I hate it. It’s too tight and scratchy and hot and stupid, I can barely breathe!”

“Right. I assume it’s a size too small for you, is that right?”

“Dude, yes! I’ve been trying to tell you over the week, but you’re too damn hard to get a hold of!”

“Hah, sorry about that. Being the admin of this place is a lot of work, you know.”

“Being in this dumb stupid outfit is also a lot of work. These suspenders are shit, the collar is itchy, the sleeves are stupid-”

“Yes yes, I know. Your uniform isn’t the right size, so we’ll simply have to get you a new one.” Wriothesley tried not to laugh at the other’s “work” claim.

“Hmph… Do you even have my size?”

“Boy I sure hope so. Though, I’ll have to take your measurements to be sure.” Wriothesley reached into one of his desk drawers and pulled out a tailor’s measuring tape.

“Huh? How convenient…” Itto wasn’t expecting the duke of all people to have one of those laying around.

“I know, right? Now, first and foremost, you must consent to me touching you for this, alright? I’ll have to wrap it around you and whatnot.” Wriothesley explained as he stood up from his chair, followed by Itto doing the same thing.

“Sure, man! I consent. It can’t be that bad.” he said confidently.

“Right, spread your arms real quick. I’m gonna need to measure around your waist and chest. Probably your hips…” Wriothesley explained, mildly surprised when Itto did as he was told without protest.

“Okay, what else?” he asked.

“Well, you’re a pretty big guy. If you’re too large, you might have to get a custom uniform.” Wriothesley said while he moved to wrap the measuring tape around the other, surprised at the slight jump he got.

“Hmph-! I-Is that so?” Itto jolted a little at the brush against his side and tried to play it off cool, hoping his reaction went unnoticed.

“Mhm. Hold still.” Wriothesley took note of the measurement before moving the tape down to the other’s waist and so on. Itto struggled to stay still though, growing tense. “Heh. Are you ticklish or something? How convenient.” Wriothesley joked, giving Itto a playful poke.

“Pfft- naha-! Sh-Shut up… I’m not ticklish, you just surprised me!” Itto stifled a chuckle and tried to be still. “I’m not used to getting measured, okay??” he said defensively.

“Mhm? I can see that.” Wriothesley chuckled at the other while measuring. He couldn’t help himself noticing the struggle when he measured from Itto’s waist up to his armpit. Itto snickered and yanked his arm down at a mischievous poke to the pit.

“Oops. Hold still now.” Wriothesley could’ve just measured on his back instead since the uniform isn’t supposed to be a tight fit, but he chose that previous area on purpose just to tickle the other.

“Heh! Stop tickling me then!” Itto gave up on T-posing to at least keep his armpits safe.

“Haha, I’m trying!” Wriothesley said, poking the other repeatedly to tickle him.

“Ahaha! No you aren’t!” Itto replied, giggling himself silly while trying to cover himself with his arms.

“Just relax, and let me measure you.” he said, wrapping the tape around his waist again while tickling him all the way around.

“Ahahahahahahaha!!” Itto jumped and laughed, trying to wriggle away to escape.

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” Wriothesley teased, tickling the other’s side for a moment.

“Pfft, hahahaha! Staaahp! You’re doing all that on purpose!” Itto protested with a playful smack to the other’s hand.

“Hm, doing what? I’m just trying to get your measurements.��� He rubbed his hand a little before chuckling.

“Like hell you are! Liar…” Itto crossed his arms and scoffed, making Wriotheslay laugh. “It’s not funny! You ass.” Itto turned around and pretended to hit him on the shoulder for the funny.

“Ahaha, sorry! Sorry…” Wriothesley chuckled and composed himself before speaking again. “Now, you did mention the sleeves were too tight and “stupid,” am I right?”

“Yeah, they suck.” Itto nodded.

“What length would you like them to be?” Wriothesley asked while he measured the length Itto’s arms.

“Uh, I dunno? Short? Can’t long sleeves be separate? I really hate how these are- like- half long, half short. It’s so uncomfortable!” Itto responded, having no trouble standing still now. He was very compliant, lifting his arms when needed as the tape was wrapped around his bicep and whatnot.

“Perhaps. Cold inmates usually get an outer shirt so they don’t get sick and such. It might be a little scratchy for you, though. I dunno what fabrics you like.”

“Oh boy, I dunno either… Ask Ayato.”

Wriothesley chuckled at Itto’s response and continued measuring until he was done with the oni’s upper body. “Now, are your pants fitting alright?”

“Eh, not really... Why do I have to wear suspenders? The waist feels weird and these- these *things* are too small.” he said, fidgeting with the suspenders.

“Hm. Eh, we could probably just pick a pair that’s one or two sizes bigger. Might have to cuff the legs though...”

“Huh? Whaddya mean by that?” Itto looked confused while processing what the duke just said.

“Eh, if they’re too long we’ll have to fold the legs up a bit… eh, the fold *is* the cuff, see.”

“Ohh, yeah, that makes more sense! I thought you meant, like, handcuffs?” His misunderstanding made Wriothesley laugh out loud in astonishment.

“Did you really think I’d be cruel enough to cuff your ankles?” Wriothesley asked, in disbelief after such a ridiculous assumption.

“Can you blame me?? It’s been a long day, bro! That’s why I was confused!” Itto replied, laughing as well.

After the two of them had finished laughing and calmed down, they could resume their conversation. Wriothesley noticed Itto seemed a lot happier than when he first came in, so he assumed he’d be fine to return to his cell.

“So, new uniform, noise cancellers, and um… huh, was that all?” he asked.

“I think so? I forgor.” Itto replied.

“Hah, time sure does fly. You should get back to your cell.” Wriothesley tried to usher him to the door.

“Ugh. Do I have to?” Itto huffed and crossed his arms. He didn’t want to leave yet.

“Yes, assuming you’ve recovered. You seem fine, so move along.” Wriothesley tried to coax the oni to follow him, but he refused.

“And what if I don’t wanna, huh? What then, big guy? Gonna toss me out yourself? Ha! I doubt it.” Itto instigated, grinning with mischief.

“That’s-… not a bad idea, actually.” Wriothesley’s expression matched that of Itto as he approached.

“H-Hey, wait! I was kidding~! C’mon, man!” It was at this moment that he knew he’d fucked up.

“Tsk tsk tsk. C’mere, you.” Wriothesley chuckled and made a playful effort to capture the oni, even though he tried to keep the office’s desk and chair between himself and the duke. However, Itto made one small misstep that landed him right in Wriothesley’s grip.

“Ack-! Hey! Let me go!” Having his Vision confiscated had made him weaker (unless that’s not a thing in Fontaine, idk), so wriggling free didn’t work very well.

“Nope. Hold still.” Wriothesley smirked, held him tighter and started tickling his sides, keeping him trapped in a tickle-hug from behind, which instantly made him laugh from surprise.

“Pfft, hahahahahahaha! HehEHEhey!! Whahat gihihives?!” Itto wasn’t expecting tickling, that’s for sure.

“Since you won’t co-operate, I thought of a way to convince you otherwise.” Wriothesley said, also hoping the tickles would calm him like Monsieur Neuv- I mean, uh, whaaaat?

“Thahat- that’s not fair!! Stohohop~! Ahahahahaha!!” Itto wiggled and giggled, protesting playfully every now and then while trying to push the other’s arms away.

“Only if you surrender. Hm, it kinda looks like you’re resisting arrest~” the human teased, poking in different spots whilst holding the oni firmly in place.

“Nohoho! I- heheh- I’m ahalready in jahahail!” Itto snickered, trying to not give away any of his weaker spots.

“Ah, that’s what they all say.” Wriothesley noticed every twitch, smiling as he poked at the other’s ribs repeatedly, earning himself a lot more giggles and playful protests.

“Whohoho do you thihink you ahahahare?!?” Itto was flabbergasted to feel the other already finding out his weakness.

“Oh, I dunno, the duke? Your arresting officer? I’m the boss around here, you know.” Wriothesley chuckled with amusement as he bullied the other.

“Uhunhahahand mehehehe!!” Itto protested, giggling his head off whilst trying to swat the evil pokes away.

“Mm? No, I don’t think I will.” Wriothesley found the situation very funny. He quickly transitioned his pokes to playful flutters and scritches, revoking his office’s status as a quiet place.

“Whaha! WahahaHAHAIT-!!” Itto nearly squaked at the sudden change of pace, his giggles getting louder and more uncontrolled.

“Ticklish, are we?” Wriothesley’s fingers were quick and skillful as if he’d done this regularly, tickling the other’s sensitive ribs despite all the thrashing.

“WAHAHAHAHAHA!! L-LEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!!” Itto yelped, trying very hard to escape the other’s grip while he laughed helplessly.

“Say “mercy” and I’ll stop.” Wriothesley said, slowing down his tickling to make sure Itto heard him, giving him an easy way out.

“Pfft, never!” Itto retorted, feeling silly having that sensory need fulfilled by the dude that arrested him. He never would’ve guessed…

“Ah, suit yourself, then.” Wriothesley chuckled at the other’s boldness and resumed the quicker tickling, finding the other’s laughter somewhat contagious.

“Pfft! Wahahait! PlehehehEHEHEASE!!” Itto nearly squealed, laughing his ass off once again as he squirmed in the other’s grip. Alas, the tickles had weakened him also; he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Begging already? Oh dear.” Wriothesley chuckled and switched to vibrating his fingers into the other’s ribcage, nearly sending the poor oni to the floor.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He was laughing too hard to protest, wriggling and thrashing so much Wriothesley nearly lost his grip.

“Wow, you’re really freakin’ out, huh?” He joked, continuing to tickle the other.

“SHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT!!” Itto replied (barely), indeed flipping his shit over how badly it tickled.

“You ready to give up yet?” Those damn vibrations… How did Wriothesley know to do that? So unfair!

“STAHAHAHAP!! Rehelehehehease mehehehehehe!!” Itto squealed before he wheezed and struggled to breathe. “I’ll take that as a yes.” the other commented, chuckling at the other as he stopped tickling. “Heh, you okay?” He asked, chuckling as the other pretended to go limp in his arms.

“Ehehe… heheh…! You’re evil…” Itto said, giggling while catching his breath.

“I know, but that doesn’t answer my question. Are you okay? … and stand up, you’re not a ragdoll.” Itto chuckled with amusement before a short tickle attack to his armpit jumpstarted him again.

“GAHAHA-!! Gods, don’t do that! Heheh…! I’m fine!” he said, standing normally whilst keeping his arms down to protect himself, giggling slightly between breaths.

Wriothesley was surprised, letting the other catch his breath before he spoke again. “Really? You’re “fine” after all that?” He asked, letting go of him.

“Tch, yeah, it’s not like I’ve never been tickled before!” Itto boasted confidently, throwing shame out the window for a moment.

“Is that so?” Wriothesley chuckled at his admission, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah? I’ve-… I mean-… I guess I’m used to it?” Itto tried to hide his embarrassment, but his ears were slowly turning red despite his efforts. He tended to blush that far when he felt shy and whatnot.

“Right, I’m not surprised considering how goofy you can be. It’s not every day I get to tickle an inmate, haha!” Wriothesley joked, giving Itto a ticklish poke.

“Pff- hey! Hahaha…! I guess you’re lucky?” Itto added, chuckling with the other.

“Heh, I suppose. So are you gonna leave my office and behave yourself, or am I gonna have to start round two?” Wriothesley threatened playfully, making sure to keep a lighthearted expression as he crossed his arms.

“Oh I bet I can take you down this time! Everyone’s ticklish somewhere, ya know!” Itto retorted with equal silliness, cracking his knuckles in an overconfident stance.

“So you’re-?”

“I’m gonna fuck around and find out!” The oni interrupted, knowing there would be consequences, but that he could at least survive them.

“Hm. Try me, you won’t.” Wriothesley challenged, getting ready to wrestle the oni down if he had to.

“You’re gonna get it!” Itto taunted before he made his approach. Wriothesley chuckled and attempted the same desk-between-them strategy Itto had used before when trying go escape him, which proved to be a rather fun game. Eventually, however, the duke got distracted once he bumped his hip into the corner of the desk, wincing slightly in pain before Itto managed to catch him.

“Ah, damn…” he muttered briefly, held like a grumpy cat as Itto lifted him from behind for a moment to celebrate his victory. “Still got some strength left in ya, huh?” he said. It seemed Itto didn’t notice he got hurt.

“Dude, of course! Vision or no, I’m still an oni!” Itto said proudly before setting the man down. “Looks like I win!” he added, keeping the other hugged.

“And who said I gave up?” Wriothesley asked, chuckling to himself. The situation was so unusual and amusing he couldn’t help himself.

“I did, cus I’m about to defeat you!” Itto replied, initiating his silly attack without further warning. With his arms wrapped around the other’s middle, Itto tickled his sides, which caused him to jolt and snicker slightly.

“Mpfft-! A-As if I’ll- *snrk* g-go down so easily…” Wriothesley said, hoping to keep his composure as he tried to break free, but that only caused Itto’s hands to slip a little bit as his grip loosened slightly. “AhahAH-!” The tickles hadn’t stopped, and the slip caused them to move to the sides of Wriothesley’s ribcage instead, which made him jump and laugh with surprise.

“Oh? What was that?” Itto chuckled and kept going, giggling along with amusement.

“Shihihit-! Hahahahahah!” Wriothesley had forgotten how ticklish he could be, and he certainly didn’t expect Itto to find a good spot so quickly.

“Ooh, is the boss a little sensitive there~? Hahahaha! Oh poor you.” Itto teased, mischievous as ever. Wriothesley wheezed and bucked, trying to break free from the ticklish grip.

“Hahahahaha!! Fuhuhuck- stohohohop!” Wriothesley felt embarrassed to make such a fool of himself.

“You givin’ up already?” Itto asked, giggling while he kept tickling, switching spots to the other’s abdomen.

“HahahAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO-!!” Wriothesley laughed louder despite his best efforts, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. He could barely believe he’d gotten himself so ticklish with an inmate of all people.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Itto teased, tickling the other’s tummy. As luck would have it, Wriothesley finally to break free from Itto’s grasp. He’d love swiftly turn the tables, but he had to breathe first.

“Ah- shit- wait, wahahait! We can talk about this!” Wriothesley glared at him, intimidating the other. Itto tried to bargain his way out, but the duke was having none of it once he approached.

“Oho, I think we’ve talked plenty. Get over here.” Wriothesley replied bluntly, ready for revenge. Itto tried to back away, but Wrio caught him before he could try to escape. “Not so fast.” he said.

“But-! Please! Ihi-!”

“Nope.”

“Ahahahahaha!! Nooo!”

Wriothesley interrupted Itto and tickled him again before he could finish speaking, this time managing to wrestle the other to the floor to really wreck him. Or, well, to defeat him at least. Despite everything, Wriothesley knew better than to overstimulate the oni himself.

“NahAHAHAHahah-!! C’mohohon~!! Ihi was just plahayihihing!!” Itto kept laughing and squirming on the floor, his legs kicking as Wriothesley held his wrists with one hand while tickling him silly with the other.

“I’d have cuffed you for real if I wasn’t feeling merciful…” Wriothesley muttered, acting all grumpy after the tickles he’d faced just moments ago. “You surrendering yet?” he asked.

“NEVERR!!” Itto shook his head.

“You sure about that?” Wriothesley smirked and tickled his way up to Itto’s armpits, switching between them with his one hand.

“Pfft~ ahahAAH!! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto screeched and tried to get away somehow, making the other chuckle.

“Heh. Didn’t know you could sound like that.” Wriothesley commented. Itto managed to free his arms, but at the cost of his ribs as Wriothesley switched spots, once again tickling his ribcage with vibrating fingers like he had done before. “Do you yield?”

“FFAHAHAHAHAHA!! FIHIHINE-!! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!!” With his head thrown back, the poor, ticklish oni didn’t last very long before surrendering. Wriothesley finally stopped and pulled his hands away.

“Heheh, you sure put up quite the fight.” Wriothesley was sort of impressed with the other’s endurance.

“Hah… eheh… hehe *hic* heh…! I hate you~ haha…!” Itto struggled to reply while catching his breath, still covering his ribs with his arms just in case.

“Heh, hate’s a strong word. I didn’t kill ya, did I?” Wriothesley joked, reaching out to help Itto get up with him.

“Hahah…! You almost did…” Itto replied, still giggly while he was helped up.

“I didn’t think you could handle all that. I’m impressed.” Wriothesley admitted, smiling at the other.

“Heheh, shut up! You’re cruel!” Itto gently punched him in the shoulder as a playful gesture.

“Hahahaha! I know I am. Still, you’re quite the fighter, huh? Have I told you about the pankration ring yet?” he asked, crossing his arms as he spoke.

“Heheh… huh? The whuh?” Itto chuckled, finally recovered from their tickle fight.

“I’m sure I showed you the area when you got here. Didn’t I?”

Itto lagged for a moment while his brain processed before he remembered. “Oh! Yeah the uh, that boxing arena thingy, right?”

“Yes, that one.”

“What about it?”

“Heh, you could be a pretty good fighter in there y’know. It’s a great way for energetic inmates to blow off steam.”

“Is that so?” Itto was interested already.

“Yes. You should check it out sometime… after your accommodations and whatnot, of course. Just be sure not to hit your opponents too hard, alright?”

“Right, yeah…! I’ll kick your ass for sure!”

“Oh? Is that a challenge?”

“You bet it is!!”

“Haha, I’ll let you know when my schedule’s free for that. You’d best not underestimate me.”

“And you’d better not tickle me! I’d rather lose in real combat than be humiliated like that!”

“Hahahaha! Fine, no dirty tricks from me.”

Although Itto was confused by how quickly their tickle war had ended and how casual conversation had started again, he stuck around to keep discussing with Wriothesley before he felt satisfied enough to return to his cell. He hoped he’d be able to get out soon, but he also wanted to spar with the duke someday.

Who knows how fun that would be?

[gabe-76]

Kinda an anatomy test

(i used a 3d model reference for it)

[golden-chiivalry]

tickle-tober day one: anticipation (kaveh x gn!reader)

🪸 ;; pairing -> ler!gn-reader x lee!kaveh ;

🪸 ;; fic type -> can be seen as platonic or romantic ;

🪸 ;; warnings -> none ;

🪸 ;; author’s note -> woahh,, first tickletober prompt!! i was thinking of going for haikaveh but couldn’t figure anything interesting out 💔 hope y’all don’t mind a quick x reader to start things off!

tickle-tober masterlist

ao3

“[name]!” kaveh grumbled for the nth time this past ten minutes. “hello? are you listening to me?!”

the architect was a mess, to say the least.

right now, he was chilling with you. his head was in your lap as you read a book, enjoying each other’s company in silence. innocent enough, right?

wrong.

in one hand, you held a book. the other rested on kaveh’s abdomen, tapping against his side lazily.

and it was driving him crazy!

“[n-name]!” he whined, trying to move slightly to make that annoying tapping affect him less. were you doing this on purpose or what?!

“yeah?” came your reply, nonchalant despite the flustered mess in your lap.

“what are you doing?” he complains, swatting at your hand. “its…”

“it’s what, kaveh?”

oh shit.

there it was; he said it, and you figured it out.

“n-nothing!” he squeaks.

“you’re awfully red.” you smile, trailing your hand towards his tummy. “are you sure, it’s nothing?”

“yehehes! nothing!” kaveh says, giggles of anticipation spilling from his lips already. “[name], come ohohon!”

he had no time to react before your hand started to claw at his tummy, drawing out panicked and embarrassed giggles.

and hey, at least your day’s getting better now! not only is the architect smiling, you got to tickle him too!

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝔂 1: 𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

SEND FUCKING HELP I FLUSTERED MYSELF WRITING THIS

Tags @undercovergamer @ticklish-n-stuff @chrimsss

—This do have tickles under the cut—

Aether should have known better than to challenge Itto in, well, anything. After all, as the old saying goes, never poke a sleeping, erm, oni... The blonde was currently running through the fields of Narukami island, Itto hot on his heels.

“Get back here, you little brat! You can’t escape the wrath of numero uno!” Itto roared, effortlessly hurdling tree stumps and leaping across rocks.

“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it!” the traveler whined in reply, keeping an eye on his footing.

In all reality, there wasn’t a bone in Aether’s body that anticipated Itto actually harming him. But, maybe he should have thought a bit before he said that the oni was a bad TCG player…

“Oh yeeeeaaaah sure! Didn’t mean it my left- WAH!”

Aether snapped his head backwards to see that the oni had overlooked a small stone, and he was now face-down in the grass.

“Haha! Smell ya later- woAH-“

Before he could realize, the blonde toppled onto the grass, using his hands to break his fall. Ouch… As he attempted to scramble to his feet, he felt a weight press onto the center of his back.

When his head whipped around, the traveler was met by an amused snort from Ushi, the very same “obstacle” that he had tripped over.

“Ushi! How could you just betray me like this, after everything we’ve been through?!” Aether whined as he tried to push himself upward.

“Haha! Good boy, Ushi! Who’s my widdle babywaby abuubuubuubuububbah-“

The traveler couldn’t help but snort at the incoherent baby talk that was being vested upon the animal atop of his back.

“Oh? Is something funny, mister tough guy? Huh? Got anymore zingers for me n’ Ushi? Eh?” Itto interrogated, effortlessly lifting the little bull, and flipping the blonde over to face him.

Aether squeaked at how easily the oni flipped him, glowing red when both of his arms were pinned above his head with great ease.

“Ohhhh? Someone’s embarrassed, how adorable!” Itto cooed as he pinched the traveler’s left cheek.

The blonde giggled a bit in nervousness from the contact, squirming in the white-haired male’s hold.

“Ohohoho! Got a case of the giggles, traveler? I know juuuuuust the cure!”

The oni formed his right hand into a claw and wiggled his fingers above Aether’s neck. The swordsman squeaked and giggled once more, attempting to wiggle away from the threatening claw.

“No? You don’t want your giggles to go away? Aww, soooo sad. I guess we’ll have to get you to the doctor then!” The oni stuck his lip out and pretended to pour as his fingers continued to wiggle above the traveler’s body.

He moved his hand downward toward the blonde’s middle, coming dangerously close to touching.

“Ihihihittohoho!”

“Hmm?”

“Stahahahap thahahat!” Aether whined as he tried to wriggle a hand free, the ghost tickles not giving him any mercy.

“I haven’t even touched you yet!”

“Ihihi cahahan feheheel ihihihit! Stahaha-AGH Stahahappihihihit!”

“What do you mean? Stop what? I’m not even doing anything!” Itto rebutted as he repeatedly inched his hands closer and then recoiled, accentuating his teases as he dipped dangerously close to Aether’s bare stomach. “Ooooh, Itto’s gonna gETCha! Ohhhh yES he is! Ohhhhhh he’s gonna gETCha!”

The traveler whined incoherently as his giggles grew in volume and his squirms were more desperate. “Ihihihitto! Plehehehehease! I cahahant tahahahake ihihihit!”

“Please what? You gotta tell me what to do, or else you’ll never be free from the wrath of numero uno!”

“Gohohods- juhuhust dohohoho it ahahalreheheady!”

“Oh? What am I gonna do?”

The traveler whined through his giggles as itto’s hand got closer and closer to his bare stomach…

“You want me to… tickle ya? Huh? Want me to get my revenge so bad? You must love it, how adooooorable!don’t worry, Itto’s gonna getcha, ohh yes he is!”

“IHIHIHITTOHOHO!” The blonde’s face were as red as the fresh dendrobium that had toppled out of his bag. “JUHUHUST TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE ALREHEHEADY!”

“Oh, tickle you? You’ve got it, traveler!” With a Cheshire grin, the oni released Aether’s arms and used both hands to gently squeeze at the blonde’s stomach.

The traveler squealed as he regretted his words, hands instantly shooting down to grab the Oni’s wrists. “WAITWAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT! IHIHIHI LIHIHIHIED! IHIHIHITTOHOHO!”

“No waiting now! I thought you wanted me to tickle you so bad? If you’d like, we can go back to the game we played before!” The oni chirped, continuing his gentle, ticklish assault on the poor traveler.

“HYEHEHEHAHAHA! IHIHIHITTOHOHOHO! WAHAHAHAIT!” The blonde shrieked as the ticklish squeezes on his right side switched to gentle pinching around his belly button. “HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHON!”

The oni paused and let Aether regain his wind. “You okay, little buddy?”

“Y-Yeah. Just, uh… just a bit flustered. Give me a minute to cool off.” The traveler admitted, ears burning a fiery pink.

“Oh you are just so freakin’ cute-“ Itto gushed as he gave a little prod to the blonde’s side.

After a few moments, Aether nodded, resulting in another toothy grin from the oni.

“Just tell me to stop whenever you need a break, cause this oni is getting his proper revenge.” With a swift movement, Aether found his arms pinned above his head once more. “And we ain’t stopping till I’m the one outta breath.”

The traveler rued the day he ever made the teasing comment toward the oni the second he felt Itto’s lips blow a raspberry on the side of his belly button. He threw his head back and shrieked as he realized he had a longggg way to go.

Aether and his big mouth…

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[cooldudesthings]

Dottore’s Research Funding

Ler: Dottore

Lee: Pantalone

Tw: swearing ( obviously tickles )

Dottore sat at his desk, humming while looking at blueprints of a new project he wanted to try. After he calculated how much mora he would need, it would be at least about 400,000 mora, and most likely a million mora. After having to fix his laboratory, which had been wrecked after an experiment went haywire, it was quite the costly fix. Dottore looked at the blueprints and the notes he had written. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money; he just didn’t want to use his own funds for something that could benefit the Fatui if it backfired or didn’t go as he had planned.

“Hmmm… I wonder if my dear colleague Pantalone would fund this research project. After all, it is a benefit to the Fatui, so he’d do it, right?” Dottore paced around the lab, mumbling under his breath as he checked what items he already had to mark off the list. “Check... I have plenty of those... Damn, I still need quite a bit of the resources... Yikes.” Dottore sighed; he still needed over half of the required items for his research. He looked up at his clock, checking the time and seeing that it was the usual time Pantalone stopped working with clients. Dottore hummed as he got up, walking in small but quick steps out of his laboratory and down the hall to where Pantalone’s office was.

When he made it to the door, he opened it, not bothering to knock. “Oh, my dear colleague—” his sentence quickly got cut off as he entered. “No, I’m not funding one of your crazy projects,” Pantalone said, his tone dull of emotion, as if he already expected Dottore’s presence.

“How rude of you to interrupt me like that.” Dottore stepped closer to Pantalone’s desk, a threatening smirk on his face. “C’mon, Pantalone, I just need about one million mora, and this project will benefit the Fatui. Don’t make me use drastic measures.” Pantalone rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed sigh. “I’m not funding this project; I’ve already funded one this month.” Dottore stepped closer and closer to the desk, closing in on the harbinger in small steps until he made his way behind Pantalone.

“Are you sure you won’t fund it?” Dottore said in almost a whisper, his hands lowering to the back of the chair Pantalone was sitting in. “I’m not funding it regardless of whether you say it benefits the Fatui,” Pantalone refused. Yet there was some feeling growing in his stomach at the grin Dottore had when he spun the chair to face him. “Oh, well let’s see if you change your mind after this.” Dottore spoke as his hands slipped into Pantalone’s coat, reaching his sides, starting to squeeze and skitter his fingers up and down, making Pantalone roar with laughter.

“Gahahad! Dahahamn! Ihihihit quihihihit!” Pantalone, a serious harbinger now wriggling, stomped, and shoved at the ruthless man tickling him silly—something many would die before even seeing. “Hm, you’re very ticklish, so I’ll give you two choices: let me experiment with your sensitivity for about a week or fund the project.” Dottore’s hands went down, kneading Pantalone’s thighs, bringing him to hysterics, tears streaming down his face, his once neat hair a mess, loud laughter filling the room and hallway. Soon, it ended, turning into wheezing and coughs as he used his strength to practically throw Dottore off him.

“...Fine! I’ll fund the damn project. You’ll be more than dead before experimenting on me.” Pantalone then stood up from his chair, a sadistic expression painted on his face. “But first, I believe I should get my fair share of revenge; after all, it needs to end fairly.” Dottore was quick to run, with Pantalone right behind him.

[gargalezthesia]

Rattles the bars of my Enclosure

[skayleay]

Someone asked for Heizou with Traveler~ 🧡