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✭ I’m sorry, this gif is too precious for me NOT to put on here. I’m back at it again with Banana Fish, but this time it’s a request from the lovely @wertzunge !! Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it!! <3 P.S. I had a lot of fun writing this!! You can always send me more if you want !! <333

Btw, I tried to keep the original prompt true so if anything seems off, I’m sorry. (Not really an experienced writer yet, but one day! ..One day!)

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Title: “Ferocious Lynx.”

Pairing: EijiAsh ft. Skipper.

Summary: When Eiji hears a commotion coming from Ash’s room, the only thing to think is that something bad is happening - but when the poor boy walks on something else instead, he finds himself in a position where he can’t escape.

Warnings: Some swearing, I guess.. Other than that... It’s a wholesome tickle fic~!

Note: I’m gonna change the plot a little bit - instead of Skipper and Eiji getting kidnapped by Arthur and his men, let’s just pretend that Ash defeated them all with his mad skillz and got everyone safely back home. :)

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It happened roughly a week ago. The deal that changed the black-haired boy’s life forever, the deal that made him considering running back to Japan as fast as he could. Due to the recent events, the attack at the bar by Arthur’s men, the concerned photographer asked to make a “deal” with the gang leader - basically letting him own Eiji for a week or two in return for protection.

The sly lynx, of course he’d accept because he was just too lazy to do anything himself! What Eiji hated the most of this, however, was the fact that it was so boring and lonely. The only people who came by were gang members, and of course Eiji couldn’t really speak to them - what would they talk about? ..it just seemed a little too awkward for him to start, and when asking questions and things to Ash, the younger one would just tease him about it! It made life miserable, but as long as Ibe didn’t worry about him, he guessed it was alright for now.

“..ahh,” Eiji sighed, sitting down on the older, slightly uncomfortable couch as he finished with his “job”. He ended up cleaning the entire living room, by himself might he add, because he didn’t know really what else to do. He wasn’t allowed to go outside, he would be easily recognized by everyone - he wasn’t allowed to mess around with Ash’s things (like he had anything there anyways) and most of all, he basically was treated like a maid. “Eiji, go get this, go get that” sort of thing from Ash. And while he didn’t complain at all, it started to grind his gears. Of course, he couldn’t get too mad because he WAS protecting him - it was the least he could do, anyways. “Safe, huh? ...well, if it makes Ibe happy..” he murmured, closing his eyes as he leaned against the headrest of the couch.

Suddenly, a loud scream was erupted from Ash’s room which made the exhausted boy jump in fear. ...what was that, he wondered as he stood up, a concerned look on his face. “That didn’t sound like Ash... but... something could be going down.” He concluded, face pale from the shock of hearing such a loud noise in the quietest of rooms. Standing outside of his room, he almost wanted to leave it up to him - maybe Ash could take care of it on his own. But if there was any chance that he was in danger, Eiji had to see him. He took in a breath, grasped the doorknob tightly, and opened wide. I’m gonna...

“AHAHAHA- W-WAIHAHAT! ST-STOP! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

...save you? Eiji’s eyes widened at the scene he was witnessing - Skipper, the one who saved him at the bar incident was pinned down underneath the ferocious lynx of a gang leader, basically begging for mercy as Ash launched a tickle attack on the poor boy. Eiji didn’t know whether to stand there or walk away - the initial shock of hearing the scream made him stand completely still, as if he was frozen. He could feel his face heat up incredibly fast, but he couldn’t move fast enough to hide it.

“...oh,” Ash calmly said, as he noticed the photographer’s assistant walk into the room, slowing his attack down so that Skipper could catch his breath. The young boy’s face was red with tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, grasping his sides ever so tightly. Eiji raised an eyebrow, fists clenched as he looked down in sheer embarrassment. So he didn’t need saving?! Why was he even concerned..? But then again, it felt kinda nice seeing that scene take place - Ash never really let his guard down, but in the split second that he saw of him tickle torturing a kid, he was totally relaxed. ..felt kind of odd, as well.

“S-Sorry, I... heard a scream..and thought something.. bad was happening,” Eiji mumbled as he fiddled with his hands, earning a slight chuckle from the blonde. He sat up, along with Skipper who was still out of breath, and raised an eyebrow. What was that look for, he thought as he mustered up enough courage to look up for a moment. The jade green eyes scanned him up and down before looking at his “little brother” Skip. “..Hey, do me a favor, yeah? Go to Chinatown and get Shorter, we have to do something later.” He nudged the other in the side, getting a squeal out of the latter - “FINE! Fine.. I’ll be back... in a bit..” Skipper said, standing up and walking out of the room. Which now only left a flustered Eiji and a devious Ash in the same room together. Alone. ..this could only end well.

“What? Jealous?” Ash teased, standing up slowly - the words sent another level of embarrassment through him and he shook his head, his nervousness getting the better of him. No words could escape his mouth, much less process through his head. Fact is, he wasn’t really “hands-on” with his parents much as a kid, so naturally stuff like this didn’t happen. Akira, his little sister maybe did it once or twice but that was so long ago that he’s already forgotten about it. “...ahh, so you are jealous. Huh. Well, if that’s the case, it’ll be a while before Skipper comes back so do you want me to tickle you?” Eiji’s face seemed to turn a deep shade of red, eyes darting back and forth. “..I mean... I g-guess,” he mumbled quietly. There was no getting out of it anyways, so he might as well just take it.

“..alright,” Ash grabbed him, as gently as possible and threw him on to the bed, pinning his hands above his head - a sinister grin was on his face, and the other really didn’t like where this was headed. Sitting on his waist, he leaned forward to his ear and blew softly on the outer part, watching the boy shiver and hunch up softly. “...huh. Would you like to tell me where you’re ticklish, then~?” His whole face turned red, shaking his head - even if he wanted to tell him, what would he say? ...it’s not like he remembered where exactly he was most ticklish. If he was ticklish, even.

“Gonna play the silent type, eh?” Ash asked as he gently slid his fingers around his ear, watching the boy’s eyes widen immediately. “...what’s the matter? You seem... a little squeamish today, huh?” Eiji couldn’t function anymore. Any words that had even the 1% chance of wanting to come out have immediately been stuck back in his brain. He was going to die - of embarrassment? Quite possibly so. “...mmm..” he shook his head, squirming in his grasp. There was so much he wanted to say, and yet, while looking deep into those jade green eyes - there was nothing he couldn’t read at that point. His face said it all.

“...you don’t know? Or do you not want to tell me~? That’s okay, I’ll figure out eventually,” those were the last words uttered before the blonde moved down and trailed at his pant line, making him squeak out involuntarily. “..w-wait,” Eiji choked out, the only word he could muster up before giggles slipped out of him. “Wait? Wait for what? For me to find your worst spot.. and then abuse it? ...mmm.. trust me, I can’t wait for that. Also... consider it.. payback for making me take care of you..” Ash grinned as his fingers wiggled teasingly underneath his shirt, making him clench his hands into fists. “Waihihit, s-stahahahap ihihit..! Ash!” Before he knew it, laughter was pouring out of his mouth - he can’t ever recall being this ticklish but the situation he found himself in seemed to answer his question earlier.

“What is it, Eiji?” Ash asked, his nails scraping gently across his pale stomach, making him want to jump out of his own skin. “H-Hehehehey! Nahahaha- c-cut ihihihit ohohohout!! Hahahahahahaha!!” Eiji’s giggles rose in pitch, making his voice sound very squeaky - something that seemed to edge the blonde ler on more. The sparkle in his eyes seemed to brighten the more he got a reaction out of the Japanese boy. “...p-plehehehehehease! Hahahahahaha!”

“...please what? Tickle you more? Oh don’t worry, you’ve got a lot of that coming your way~.” Ash slowly traveled his fingers way up, resting right underneath his arms. His fingers had not even starting moving, but the poor boy had already been sent into hysterics. Even just the light touch was enough to drive him up the wall. His whole body now was shaking, his legs kicking against the sheets of the bed.

“Does it tickle that much? I couldn’t imagine being that ticklish. Aha.” And that’s when the actual tickling began - the nasty ler scratched his delicate fingers into the center of his armpits, grinning as his work just only started. Eiji jumped out of his skin, squirming desperately as he could do nothing but laugh hysterically. “Woah, maybe that’s why you didn’t want me to know where you’re ticklish...” Ash couldn’t help but laugh with the hypersensitive boy. “HAHAHA- ASH! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEASE-!”

“...now why would I do that? I’m only getting started..” the more he picked up the speed, the more increasingly squeakier his voice sounded - and Ash wasn’t going to lie: it was ... pretty cute. At first he was just surprised at the fact he was there, considering that originally he was checking up on them to make sure everything was as okay, but now? He was just surprised at how someone could sound so cute and not be known to him. “...aww, is it too much for you?” The blonde let go of his wrists to use both hands, using one hand to softly pinch his sides while the other digged mercilessly under his arm. “AHAHAHAHAHASH! F-FUHUHCK! STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT, PLEHEHEHEASE...!” Ash flinched back - ... that was the first time he ever heard the boy cuss. He knew it was getting bad then, if he had no other choice but to swear. His fingers stopped where they were, although they never really moved from their spot.

Out of breath and panting with still a couple of giggles flowing out, the other laid his head back and sighed in relief. It was finally over - at least, for now - and he could take a moment to take in all of a precious resource called ‘air’. “..t-thahanks..” he said, covering both of his eyes with his hands. Jeez, Ash did a number on the poor boy. “..are you that ticklish everywhere?” Ash asked with a somewhat serious tone, playful wiggling his fingers at him. “No,” Eiji said softly. “Not that I remember anyways. I haven’t been tickled since my sister did many years ago. I just..haven’t really thought about it.. until I saw you tickling Skipper..” There was a brief moment of silence before Ash burst out laughing, unexpectedly.

“H-Huh..? What’s so funny?”

“That’s cute,” he said, pushing his hair back from his eyes. Cute? Huh? The red hue on his face came back as he puffed his cheeks out, crossing his arms. “Cute, huh? What do you mean by that?”

“Just sayin’, it’s cute.” Ash repeated, turning around so that he was facing Eiji’s legs and Ash’s back was visible to him. Eiji was visibly confused - weren’t they ... done? A terrified shiver went through him. If... he’s doing what he’s thinking of, Ash might literally kill him. Physically and mentally. “Hey, Eiji?”

“Y-Yeah?” He asked, his voice seemingly small in comparison. There was a moment of silence before he turned around, holding eye contact with the pitiful male. “Are your feet ticklish?” His stomach dropped - nonononono... this was what he wasn’t looking forward to. He darted his eyes away, looking for an excuse to get away. “...er, actually, I j-just remembered ... I forgot to clean the kitchen! I’ll just, uh, being going now...”

“Can it. You cleaned the kitchen yesterday, remember? Oh, well, I guess you don’t remember me being there. I am a master of stealth, after all.” That little... his cheeks puffed up as he realized there was no getting out of this. Covering his face as he wiggled his socked feet, he remained silent - and that was all he needed as an answer. Tracing a single finger up the sole of his foot, the reaction? ...interesting, to say the least. The smaller one squeaked loudly, covering his mouth - eyes widened in surprise that he was the one who made that noise. “Jackpot,” Ash murmured, mostly to himself as he scribbled at 10 fingers on both of his socked feet.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-! WAHAHAHAHAIT! YAHAHAHAHAHAMERU!” Eiji couldn’t help but cry out in his native language, seeing as this was probably the worst torture in his life - Ash merely chuckled. “‘Yameru?’ Does that mean stop in Japanese? Cause if so, you already know my answer.” Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill out - man, could Eiji have walked in on ANYTHING else? It feels like he’s being murdered! “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Oh, poor ticklish Eiji,” Ash fake whined, dragging his nails slowly up the poor boy’s feet. All the while he’s doing that with one hand, Eiji doesn’t even notice the fact that Ash is taking off one of his socks and throwing it to the side of the room. But when he feels all 5 of his fingers against his bare skin - you’d start to wonder if he’s the most ticklish person on the planet. Eiji screamed, pushing against the blonde’s back weakly - from how much he’s been laughing, it feels like his chest and face are on fire, and his laughs have begun to turn a little wheezy. Picking up on this sign, the younger stops, getting a little worried.

“...ah, whoops. Did I kill ya?” Ash asked as he turned around to find a tear-soaked, messy haired Japanese boy laying down on his back. The other couldn’t speak at the moment - he was still processing the fact that he stopped, since there was still tingly sensations all over his body. It made him jolt a couple of seconds but it didn’t seem to affect him that much. “...n-no,” he wheezed out, “...y-you almost did...” there came a sarcastic and light chuckle out of him but when that was done, he was lucky to have air.

“You guys finished with your one-sided fight?” There was a voice that everyone in the room recognized - Shorter, the purple haired Chinese boss was standing right inside the doorway, his arm resting against it. But somehow, even Ash didn’t even see him coming. Eiji was too embarrassed to speak and Ash immediately went back to being a boss for the day. “Yeah, we’re done,” he said as he jumped off the other male, letting him be alone for a minute. “Let’s go get him, yeah?” Shorter and Ash fist bumped before heading out the door, leaving Eiji alone in the room where he just got tickled to death.

What a day this had been...

[thefloorisbalaclava]

14. for john?? :3

Here it is. Smut with John Marston. I’m posting this while I still have the nerve to. Enjoy!

John sat across from you, pushing around the food on his plate and taking a bite every now and then. When you talked to him or asked him a question, he would respond, but had that faraway look in his eyes.

“You miss him. I know,” you said and he looked up before looking away quickly. Maybe you said the wrong thing. You shouldn’t have said anything at all, but before you could apologize, John spoke.

“It ain’t just that,” he murmured. “I feel like I let him down somehow.”

“You did exactly what he wanted you to do. Your family is safe because of what he told you.”

“That’s just it…my family, well, they ain’t my family no more. Abigail and me, we really tried. And Jack…he probably hates me. I wasn’t a good father to him and—”

“John, things with you and Abigail ended on good terms, remember? And Jack could never hate you. That boy loves you. You always tell me when you visit he never wants you to go.” You reached over and took his hand. “Arthur would be proud of you.”

“Yeah, I just wish I could feel proud of myself, you know?”

“I know. If it makes you feel any better, I’m proud of you too.” You smiled at him and he gave you his sideways smile.

“You always make me feel better, sugar. Always. How do you always know the right thing to say?” He ran his thumb back and forth over your fingers.

“It’s ‘cause I know you and I love you. I don’t like seein’ you upset and down on yourself. You’re a good man.”

“I must be doin’ somethin’ right if I can get you to stay with me.” He lifted your hand and kissed it then placed it back on the table so he could eat.

“You still flirtin’ with me, John Marston?”

“The day I don’t flirt with you is the day they’ll have to bury me.” He chuckled and finished his dinner then cleared both his dish and yours. “You’ll be real proud of me when you find out what I did today,” he said as he took your hand and helped you out of the chair.

“And what is that?”

“I took a bath while I was in town.” You both laughed as he led you into bedroom but you stopped laughing suddenly as you thought about something. “Don’t make that face. I did it all myself. I promise.”

“We got a bath here, John…”

As he undressed, he explained himself. “I guess I…just wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.” He sat on the bed wearing only his union suit and sighed. “Can’t seem to do nothin’ right. Sorry.”

“John…” You walked over and knelt in front of him. “I’m sorry. It is real nice what you did but next time let me give you your bath like I usually do.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of doin’ things for me? Thought I’d give you a break.”

“I’lI never get tired of doin’ things for you. Ever.” You sat up on your knees so you could kiss him. You began unbuttoning his union suit and he pulled back slightly.

“What are you doin’?” You pulled the top down until he was able to take his arms out. “Hey…”

“What?”

“I…aw hell…” He kissed you harder than you had kissed him then tried to make you stand.

“No. Up,” you commanded and he lifted his hips so you could pull his suit completely off. “Just sit down and let me take care of you.” He leaned back slightly and you kissed his stomach, moving lower with each kiss. He began breathing heavily the lower you went.

“You…you ain’t gotta do that. Shit,” he gasped as you kissed his hips then his thighs.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, looking up at him from where you sat between his legs.

“…no ma'am.” He grunted as you wrapped your hand around his cock. It immediately grew harder in your grasp and you squeezed gently making him curse under his breath.

“John, look at me.” You began stroking him and he bit his lip as he looked down at you. He breathed faster as you moved your mouth towards him and brushed your lips against the tip. He reached down with a trembling hand and placed it on the back of your head as you took him into your mouth.

“Can I…” You looked up and he knew that you were saying yes. He moved his hips, thrusting into your mouth carefully. You let him control the pace tonight. You placed your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady. He cursed loudly when you sucked harder and suddenly pulled you off of him. You barely had time to catch your breath before he kissed you again. He pulled you off the floor and onto his lap without breaking the kiss. “I gotta have you.”

“I’m yours.” You stood up and undressed, loving that his eyes were on you the whole time.

“Get over here.” He pulled you by your arm and you landed on his lap again with a giggle. His lips brushed against yours as his slipped a hand between your legs and felt just how wet you were for him. “Damn girl…”

“Don’t tease.” You lifted yourself and held him steady as you lowered yourself onto him. “John…” you whimpered.

He grabbed your ass and started moving you just the way he liked, kissing your breasts and teasing your nipples with his tongue. “You treat me so good,” he said, thrusting up into you.

“You deserve it.” You ran your fingers over the scars on his face and he leaned into your touch. He laid his head on your chest as you moved your hips on him and he moved his hips at the same pace. You ran your fingers through his hair and he groaned, holding you tighter against him.

“I wanna…” He lifted you then laid you down on the bed carefully. He spread your legs and immediately nestled his head between your legs to taste you. You pulled on his hair and called out his name as he tasted you, making almost the exact same sounds he made as he ate your cooking. You never wanted him to stop but he had other plans. He stopped, making you whine. “Turn over,” he said before licking his lips. You rolled over onto your stomach and he kissed up and down your spine, nudging your legs open with his knees. He lifted your ass a bit then slowly pushed himself inside of you. “You okay?” he asked, voice huskier than usual.

“Mhmm.” You pulled on the sheets as he moved in and out of you slowly. He placed his hands over yours and squeezed them as he picked up his pace, groaning with each deep thrust. You turned your head to the side to look at him and he leaned down to kiss you, pulling away only to catch his breath.

“Touch yourself, sugar,” he breathed. He let go of one of your hands so you could slip it under yourself and between your legs. It wouldn’t take much longer for you to get there.

John’s thrusts became rougher the longer it went on and he repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside of you. His hair tickled your back as he moved to kiss your back again and whisper things to you.

“I ain’t gonna last much longer,” he warned. You didn’t need him to, you were close enough yourself. He sat up and one of his hands joined yours between your legs. His fingers were rougher and had the right amount of friction that you were looking for. You began meeting his thrusts with your own and you could feel his body tense. You cried out his name as you fell over the edge, pulling him along with you not long after. You came around him, squeezing and throbbing and he had to hold you still before he lost control.

“Fuck!” he shouted before pressing his chest to your back and thrusting in as deep as he could and filling you. Your body went limp but you could still feel him throbbing inside of you, filling you with everything he had. He stayed on top of you for a nice long time, the sticky sweaty feeling not bothering you at all. “Good lord, woman. You are somethin’.”

“I reckon you are too,” you said weakly, hissing as he finally slipped from you. He moved to the side of you and looked at you adoringly.

“What?”

“I just love you is all.” He smirked then closed his eyes. “You wore me out.”

“How do you think I feel?”

“Good I hope.” He moved closer and you snuggled up against him. “You are feelin’ good, right?”

“Yes I am. Real good.” You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Are you really proud of me?” he asked sleepily.

“I sure am.” He made a small sound and you could tell he was smiling without even looking. “I love you,” you whispered but your only response was a quiet snore. You grinned and relaxed against him. You already knew he loved you too.