#but that made me giggle a lot ahahaha

[singsweetmelodies]

katie i just finished your 1D piarles au and oh my god it was everything i never knew i needed

i was a GIANT 1D fan when they were together and now i'm obsessed with piarles the way i used to be obsessed with the band so this fic was just... perfection, a masterpiece, worthy of a nobel prize. it made me feel so nostalgic that the last instagram live made me genuinely emotional 😭

sorry i'm rambling but i just wanted to tell you that i loved it (even when i wanted to hit pierre over the head) and thank you for writing it 💞💞

hello friend!! oh my gosh, thank you SO much for the lovely compliments 🥹❤️ i appreciate this message so so much! as a fellow giant 1D fan & piarles girlie, this fic holds a very special place in my heart, so whenever someone tells me they enjoyed it too and it meant something to them, it's just... it's so, SO wonderful to hear. i struggle to put it into words, but it's one of the best, most heartwarming feelings i know. it's just so special to be able to share something that means a lot to me with other people who get it and who feel the same way, so just - truly, thank you so much for this very kind ask!! i have been coming back to it in my inbox in tumblr for the past few days whenever i need a little pick-me-up, and just beaming and immediately feeling a little bit better about everything. so: thank YOU!! and i am truly so, so ecstatic that you enjoyed this fic too ❤️🎶❤️

[slimeylee]

📻 🌹|| she's bound to pass the test , as princess of hell ! like her daddy , she is madly power-fell ! ♪ /lyr

♡ switch ! alastor ( he / it ) switch ! rosie ( she / it )

[ this is a SFW tickle fic . NSFW DNI / DNF ]

-- warnings >> mouth tickles

..... 861 words , 5,637 characters

I'm a Cannibal , It's What I do

Alastor and Rosie sat besides each other , sipping tea and laughing . Rosie had been talking about a situation that she ran into earlier that day . " You should've seen her face , Alastor . I mean , it was hilarious ! " Rosie took a sip of its tea .

" Ohh , you and your humour ! " Alastor elbowed Rosie playfully in the ribs , earning a small squeak . Alastor glared at her , his smile growing wide . She could tell it was a genuine , mischievous smirk and that he was up to no good . " Alastor , don't you dare . I see that look in your eyes ! " Rosie exclaimed, backing away .

" Ohohoho , but I do believe I must examine why you made such a sound , my dear ! You're not hurt , are you ? Pehaps I should check ... " Alastor crawled toward Rosie , a nervous smirk on her face as she scooted away . " Now now , Alastor , there's really no need . I'm fINE !- " Rosie yelped as Alastor tackled her down . It sat on her waist , smirking evilly down at her .

" Now , Rosie , don't worry ! I'll be very careful , " Alastor teased , knowing that Rosie reacted a lot more to gentle tickles over rough tickles . It began counting Rosie's ribs , gently sliding along them . " One ... " Rosie immediately started giggling softly , swatting at Alastor's hands . " Two ... three .. Rosiee ~ I can't make sure you have all your ribs while you're smacking my hands , dear ! Oh , now where was I ? " Alastor teased , ' forgetting ' what number he was at .

" Alahastor , don't play redihiculous , yohou were at three - " Rosie's laughed softly , it's cheeks turned pink . " Oh , but how could I be so sure ? I think it's only safe for me to restart ... don't want to miss any now ! Let's see ... one .. two .. " Alastor's fingers trailed down Rosie's ribs . " YoHOhou're soho mean , Ahahalastor ! " Rosie squawked at the sensations , chuckling brightly . " Your laughter is music to my ears , darling ! Three ... four .. five , " Alastor continued , placing teases in between his counting .

After Alastor finished counting one side , he scribbled in between Rosie's bottom ribs . Rosie squealed , laughing as she gently bucked her hips . Alastor then began counting Rosie's other set of ribs . It couldn't help but gently squirm beneath Alastor , giggling and sucking in it's stomach . " You're doing so good , Rosie ... almost doone ! 17 , 18 , 19 .. " Alastor's finger continued to trail down Rosie's ribs . " 22 ... 23 ... and 24 . Wonderful ! You still have all of your ribs , sweetheart . But I do need to make sure they aren't broken . " Alastor said , bringing his head down .

" Oh , Alastor , don't you dare ! NononoNOHOHO ! " Rosie cackled out , throwing its head back . Alastor had begun nibbling Rosie's ribs . " Does this hurt , dear ? " Alastor asked , his smile growing wider . " NOHAHA! Ahahal! Ihit dohoesn't huhurt ! Ihi'm fine ! " Rosie bucked her hips , squirming . " How marvelous , dear . But oh , I am rather hungry at the moment ... " Alastor grinned , leaning down and nibbling all along Rosie's ribs .

" AHAHAlastor ! Noho nihihihibbling ! Ahahaha ! " Rosie whined , squirming desperately beneath Alastor . " I'm a cannibal , dear , it's what I do ! " Alastor exclaimed . Through her laughter , Rosie scoffed . " Wehehehell , you wanna know somethihin' ahabout me ? I'm a cahahannibal too ! " It immediately started to fight back .

The two laughed as their playful fighting went , before Rosie got the high ground after a bit of struggling . " You're not going to get away with that without a bit of revenge ! " Rosie smirked , before she leaned down and immediately nibbled Alastor's ribs . The deer threw his head back with a cackle . " AHAHA ! Rohohosie , nahaha ! " He chuckled , arching its back gently as Rosie nibbled over each of its ribs .

" What's the matter , sweetheart ? Can't take what'cha dish out ? " Rosie smirked , scribbling her nails in between Alastor's ribs as he laughed freely . " Nohohoho ! Rohohosie , plehease ! " Alastor pleaded , his grin wide on his face . Rosie shook her head . " Oh , Alastor , such a sensitive thing you are ! I just love ya laughter and your big grin . " Rosie complimented , a big smile on her own face as Alastor's cheeks began to tint a gentle pink .

Rosie leaned her head back down and nibbled Alastor's ribs . It let out a deep squeal , squirming beneath Rosie as it cackled . " Ahaha ! Rohohosie ! " He snorted . " Hey , I'm a cannibal , it's what I do ! " Rosie repeated Alastor's words , smirking as she unbuttoned his coat . Alastor glared down , its eyes widened . " I know what you're doing !- Rosie , no ! I don't - AHAHAHA ! " Alastor cackled , throwing his head back . Rosie had lifted up Alastor's dress shirt underneath his coat , blowing a raspberry directly over his ribs . " ROHOHOsie ! I gihive ! Stohohop PLEHehease , dear ! " Alastor giggled , squirming beneath Rosie .

It lifted its head from his ribs , smirking . She crawled off of him , letting him catch his breath . " That was rather fun . I enjoy spending time with ya , Alastor . " Rosie smiled , sitting to the side of it . Alastor sat up , " Ah , me too , dear . I truly wish we'd see each other more often . " He smiled softly , looking over at Rosie .

" Well , if ya ever pass through this place again , we must catch up on some more chatting . And rib eating ! " The two cannibals laughed , before standing up .

" I'll see ya later , Al . Thanks for stopping by ! " Rosie exclaimed , kissing Alastor on both cheeks . She gave him a hug , before walking him out the door .

[lonely-layla]

Amazing experience

Budo Masuta x fem!chubby!reader

Not proof read so if you see errors use ur brain

You made it to the martial arts club, You’re not sure who you’re looking for but from the flier it was someone named Budo. You take a deep breath and fix my skirt as you open the door to 5 people training.

“Welcome to the Martial Arts Club! What brings you here?” A man, around 5’8 with black hair approaches you. “Uhm hi. Imr looking for someone named…” you look at paper double checking the name on the flier. “Budo Masuta?” You hear a chuckled come from the black haired guy in front of you. “Well, that would be me. And you are?” He looks at you waiting for your response. “Y/n” you respond nearvously. “It's nice to meet you, y/n. And I assume you wish to join the Martial Arts Club?” He asks you with a standard enthusiastic tone he always has.

“Y-yeah” you stutter in response. “Excellent! I always welcome more members to our club. Do you have any experience in martial arts, or would you be a complete beginner?” You pause for a moment before answering “no…im a beginner”. “Don't worry, we'll start you off slowly. That should give you a good foundation to work with, and then you can always advance as you improve your skills!” He smile at you. It makes you feel warm inside, how a complete stranger is being nicer to you than anyone in the whole school has. You begin your classes with Budo until the bell rings for class.

You walk to your class when you see and you and Budo are both in class 3-2. As you sit down in class, you see that Budo is already seated next to you. He glances in your direction and smiles, then turns back to the front of the class.

“The first 6 digits of pie are 3.14159” you say answering the question. “Correct y/n” the teacher congratulates you. “It seems you know a lot about pie don’t you, fatty” Musume comments from the back of the class, giggling as some of the people in the class also laugh a little.

Budo glances over at you and notices you’re much less confident than you were before. He shoots a dangerous glare at Musume. She immediately shuts up and faces forward, visibly shaken.

Class bell rings again and everyone leaves to lunch. You pack up your stuff but Musume had stayed. You notice the rest of her friends walking into the classroom. *what the hell are they gonna do now?* you think to yourself.

Just as you ask that, you turn around and is faced with a little pig that got thrown at your face. You don’t even worry about yourself you worry if the little pig is alright as it squeals and runs away. “OMG Y/n! It’s your twin ahahaha” Hanna yells and they all laugh and walk away. You burst out into tears and run to the zen garden.

Once you arrive at the garden to calm down you take a seat at one of the benches. You hear footsteps come up behind you, and you can sense someone approaching you from behind as your breathing slows down. *Oh no, it’s probably them again. Please stop, don’t come any closer* you think, you brace for an impact but you feel a soft hand on my arm.

Budo is standing behind you. He looks worried when he sees your wet cheeks and red eyes from crying. You feel his hand squeeze gently. “Hey...are you alright?” He asks you with a worried expression on his face. It was embarrassing for you, for him to see you like this. You didn’t know how to respond, so you turn away and curl into a ball and continue sobbing.

He kneels down and rests on the ground beside you. He pulls you close to him and gently pats your back as he tries to comfort you. “Shhh, everything will be okay. I know it's tough right now, but just try to hold on and let your emotions flow naturally. I promise it gets better” . Those comforting words proved to you that he wasn’t here to judge you.

“Why do I have to look like this?” You ask softly, trying to hide your body. “Why do so many people find time out of their day to tell me what’s wrong with me?” You sigh out of exhaustion. Budo gives you a reassuring gaze as he continues to hug you.

“I don't think there's anything wrong with how you look. Yes, you may have a few extra pounds on you, but that just makes you more beautiful in my eyes. There's nothing wrong with having a little bit of extra curve, it just shows that you have a healthy amount of energy and nutrients. Musume and her friends are just jealous of your natural beauty.” He comforts you rubbings circles into your shoulder.

The bell rings to go back to class as I stand up and just him as tight as I can. Thinking about how no one had ever said that to me before. “Thank you” I say feeling more tears fall. Budo smiles warmly, angles your face to face his and gently wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “It's no problem at all, really. Just try to keep your eyes dry. I'd hate for your pretty face to be stained with tears” he giggles as he smiles at you.

This was the moment you realized you were in love with him. The man that actually care about you unlike anyone else. We both walk back to class together and I sit down, instinctively putting my bag on my lap hiding my stomach. Budo noticed this subtle act and notes it.

As the day comes to a close and you make your way to the gate, you hear footsteps approach you and you sense someone approaching you. “Hey y/n, I just wanted to ask you about one of the math problems from class today. I didn’t really understand it” Budo speaks to you, obviously trying to make an excuse to walk you home, but you don’t mind. He walks beside you discussing the problem bruh you reach your home.

You feel his hand fall to the small of your back as you two walk together, this brings butterflies to your stomach. Budo glances down as you walk up your driveway. The sight of you fills him with so much emotion. The way your soft cheeks glisten in the sunlight, the gentle sway of your hips as you walk, the way your cute little Akademi uniform clings your tummy, everything is just perfect. He waves goodbye to you as he walks to his own home.

That night you thought of making Budo a fresh batch of cookies as a gratitude gift. The next day, you walk into school and spot Budo walking in with the rest of the martial arts club. “Hey Budo!” I say waking over to him.

Before he could say good morning back I speak “thank you for protecting me yesterday. I-I brought you some fresh baked cookies. You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want but I just wanted to do something ni-“ your rambling is interrupted by Budo putting his hand on your shoulder. “Thank you for the cookies, but you don't have to buy me anything. I'm just doing my part as the Martial Arts Club leader. And I was only being a gentleman by accompanying you home; it's something that I'd do for anyone” Budo states as he continues to walk into the school.

“id do that for anyone”, those words ran in your head all day. Was what he said and did back in the garden, just because he felt bad for me? Did he not actually like me the same way I liked him? Was all of his actions just him being friendly? There was so thoughts in my mind.

Today, you decide to keep your distance from Budo so that you can clear your head and make some sense of your feelings. Budo noticed that you were avoiding him,but he didn't make an effort of contacting you. He just thought that you didn’t want to talk to him because of this morning. As you sit alone, you're filled with mixed emotions, excitement, frustration, uncertainty.

Your school day concludes and you walk to the gate like you always do. Still compressing the thoughts, but then you hear footsteps behind you. You can tell it’s Budo, because… well who else would it be. But his footsteps sound fast.

You turn around to feel his lips crash into yours with a passionate kiss. It sends a jolt of butterflies through your body as you melt into Budo's embrace. His hands caress the side of your face as he kisses you. It's like all your negative feelings are being erased, leaving only pure, blissful happiness.

You break the kiss as you look at him, this kiss lingers on your lips, almost tasting the sweetness from where his lips touched yours. “I've wanted to do that for so long... You're so beautiful.” He states, tilting his head a bit smiling at you.

Why now? Why all of a sudden? He was so distant a couple hours ago, why does he think this is the right time? You look away from is gaze with a concerned look. You can’t understand why all of a sudden he’s showing you affections after being distant all day.

He noticed this body language and takes a step back. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I should have asked before I did something like tha-”

“nonono! You didn’t! I- I just didn’t think you liked me the way I liked you” you meekly say adverting his gaze. He smiles and exhales as he moves closer, “Oh, honey... I've always thought you were so cute. You don't think I kept following you around because I hate you, do you? I thought you would have put two and two together by now, but I'm guessing you didn't pick up on those hints” he awkwardly smiles.

You make eye contact again but slowly look someplace else. “I just didn’t think someone like you could like someone…like me. The whole reason why I join your club is because Musume and her friends told me to lose some weight” Budo's expression widened hearing your wirds.

*flashback to before you met Budo*

“Ahaha y/n! Don’t you think you should lost some weight you fat pig” Hanna Daidaiyama comments walking by you. “Don’t you think you need to re-dye your roots bitch?!” You angrily snap back at her. She frantically looks around as she walks towards you and pushes you to the ground. “Yeah, but unlike you, I know how to fight” she says as she walks away.

You stand up and amidst yourself off, walking to the stairs of the first floor you see a post o Brie wall “Martial Arts Club! Come show off your self defense skills and learn new ones!” Those seems like exactly what you need. You rip the poster off the wall and go straight to the class

*back to present time*

Budo pulls you into a hug. “Don't let anyone tell you any different: you are beautiful. Those bullies were just jealous of your beauty, and they took it out on you just because they had some personal problems to deal with. I know you've gone through a lot, but I swear to you that everything is going to change. From here on out, none of that bullshit is going to happen again.”

You feel tears fill your eyes to this. You finally found someone who loves you for you, who doenst want to change you. “T-thank you Budo” you sob out.

He smiles as he wipes away your tears with his thumb “Oh, my sweet little angel~” He kisses you on the forehead and wipes a few more tears before gently placing his hand on your cheek. “I'm so happy that you're mine now” he tells you warmly as the smile grows wider and brighter than ever as he stares into your eyes.

You both walk home together and this time, when you get to your doorstep, you invite him into you house. Since your parents are out on a business trip it was just you and your dog “do you want to come inside?” You asks gesturing at the door. Budo face lights up as he nods ands walks inside. He follows you inside the hallway. He pets your dog softly, then smiles warmly as he turns to look at the inside of the house.

You both get to your room as you walk to the closet to change. YIY close the door and walk out in a hoodie and some shorts. Budo couldn’t stop staring at you as you sit on the bed. “Do you wanna watch a movie?” You ask him with a light blush on your cheeks, he smiles and agrees.

Budo curls around you tightly as he rests his head against your chest. Your soft, warm body is incredibly comforting, and he feels completely at peace. He wraps his arms carefully around you, and pulls you into a tight hug. He kisses your forehead.

“I guess listening to Musume actually did do something good for once hmm~” you exhale softly as you adjust your position to be more comfortable. Budo laughs at your comment and gently strokes your hair as he rests his head on your chest. “I guess that’s one thing to thank her for. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now”

You shifted your weight so your on my side, letting out a soft groan to the movement. Budo picked up on the slight noise and it sends shivers down his spine. He begins to caress your body more intimately, stroking your hair and running his hands along your side. His touch feels heavenly, and you could almost feel the heat coming from his palms.

You turn again to face him and lean in to a kiss. Budo wraps his arms around your waist, returning the kiss. Holding you tightly against him as he kisses back with all the passion in world. He then movers you up onto his lap in a quick movement.

You are surprised at his strength as no one else was able to move you like that before. His lips are warm and tender, and they feel like heaven as they make contact with your own. You feel your body heat up with excitement, and your mind becomes clouded with pure ecstasy.

Your hips begin to unconsciously start rocking on his groin, making his breath hitch. His hands start to roam your body going from your thick thighs and ending on your lump ass.

As you continue to ride him he throws his head back “Mmm~” he melts a deep moan escape his lips as his hands grip your ass tighter, urging you on.

He begins to take off your shirt when you put your hand over his go stop him “Budo are you sure about this?” You ask letting my insecurities get the better of you. “I-I just don’t want you to be… disappointed” I look down in shame. His hands go to my chip and it leads me to connect with his lips once more. “I love you and your body, there’s nothing about you that will disappoint me” I gives you a smile.

Grabs your wrist firmly, pulling your hand away from his “You are beautiful the way you are and II’ve every inch of you. You're perfect exactly as you are.” He reassures you as he continues to undress you.

His hands start to move your pants down to expose your stomach. He pecks kisses all over your body. Once your bottom parts are exposed, he kisses you deeper, his hand gently caressing your bare thigh, moving closer to your already wet pussy “You are so beautiful” his eyes hold yours as his hand moves further up your thigh, making you shiver from anticipation and desire.

He inserts two digits inside of you. “Oh my, looks like you wanted this as much as I did~” he says getting more hard by the minute as he pumps two digits in and out of you. You take his pants off as you start pumping his already hard cock in your chubby palm. “Ahh~ damn you good” his laugh turned into a moan as he continued to pump into you, now adding a third digit and hitting deeper.

Budo groans loudly "Fuck~, I can't take this much longer~" he breathes heavily as his hips buck into your hand. He feels his orgasm coming over him as he lets out a loud moan as he comes onto your hand. his whole body shivers as his breath hitches.

His eyes widen when you don’t stop pumping and you lower your plump ass onto his cock and begin moving. “W-wait wait wait! Ah~ fuck~” he moans out loud joy expecting you to overstimulate him.

As you continue to bounce, he in clasps your bra letting your heavy breasts fall and bounce freely he reaches up to cup your breasts and his mouth goes to your right nipple "You are so fucking beautiful right now," he muffles into your breast, his hands falling to your stomach massaging it slowly.

You couldn’t believe the amount of praise you were getting from this man in the moment. it was too much for you to handle. “ahh~ fuck Budo!” You yell out as you come to my climax and squirt over his cock.

He watches in amazement, watching the liquid seep out, feeling your tightness release around him “Oh my~” He whispers as he feels the warmth of your climax cover his cock, it's something he's never experienced before with another person.

His words snap you back to reality as you see the mess you made around you. “B-Budo I’m.. Fuck I-” before u ou could spew out your apology, he kisses you softly, “Don't worry about it honey~” he soothes, pressing his lips to the curve of your neck as both of your breathing patterns even out. “It was incredible”

You lean on his chests as you two both fall into a soothing sleep. Feeling each others chests rise and fall.

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Speaking Tongues

hello everyone!!

if you didn’t hear, yesterday was @mushiewrites BIRTHDAY WOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 everyone go wish them a happy birthday and give good vibes :DD

this is the fic i wrote for the momentous occasion, and originally i wasn’t gonna post it but someone encouraged me to anyway so here it is <3 it is different than anything i’ve ever written, but it was pretty fun to do, so i hope everyone likes it as much as mush did >:)

WARNING: this fic does include mouth tickles on george’s belly button, i know that is Not a lot of people’s cup of tea, so if that makes you uncomfortable, read at your own risk/skip this one!! no hard feelings, keep yourselves safe <3

lee!george, ler!dream, feat. sapnap, 1.6k words

enjoy!

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“This is so stupid,” George grumbled, clenching his teeth as he yanked at the restraints that held his wrists above his head. He felt the cold metal dig into his wrists uncomfortably, a harsh reminder of his captivity, yet the only anxiety he felt was that of the anticipation– really, he was more endeared than anything. “Is that really necessary?”

“For you? Yes. You’ve never tickled you before, you wouldn’t know,” Sapnap explained from his spot, cross-legged next to George’s bound arms at the head of the bed. George scoffed, already squirming through his nerves, twisting his wrists and trying to find a comfortable position for them to be stuck in for the next… however long it would be.

“Whatever,” He groaned again, earning a chuckle from Dream.

“You better watch that attitude, Georgie. If I was in your position I’d be careful,” He explained, settling himself to straddle George’s thighs, an action that made George’s heart kick up and his toes curl as he shifted nervously again.

He knew, realistically, that Dream was right, and that he should shut up, but for some reason that even he didn’t fully understand, his mouth was literally incapable of listening to that logic. So, he dug his grave even further.

“If you were in my position, you wouldn’t have even made it far enough to have an attitude, so…” George said, unable to stop himself, his brain spiraling as he cursed his lips for moving.

The room went silent. George felt like he had just stepped on a twig in the woods in a horror movie, alerting the killer of his exact location. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but every scenario his brain supplied was worse than the last.

“…Oh?” Dream replied, voice dangerously low, rumbling through his chest and into the deep center of George’s soul, and eyebrows dangerously high, wide pupils staring daggers into George’s eyes. George swallowed, already breathing heavier at the single syllable.

“No– no, I-I didn’t mean–“ George said, immediately trying to backtrack, voice shaky as he twisted and pulled at his wrists. Dream sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out as a wistful sigh, as if he was forced to make a decision he was reluctant to make– his next actions were decided for him, and he was simply going along with suggestions that were given to him nonchalantly.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” He finished, shrugging his shoulders, before launching his attack, and suddenly the tips of his rough fingers were digging into the center of George’s rib cage, his thumbs digging into the front of his ribs as well.

“NO, NONONO, I’M SORR– AHAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–!” George protested, screaming as soon as Dream’s hands touched down, latched onto the horrifically sensitive area, unmoving even as George thrashed and squirmed and tried his hardest to throw him off. “DREHEHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, giggling as he watched George’s reactions only grow stronger. He shook his head wildly before throwing it back against the pillow below him, switching between pulling at his arms and forcing them to straighten out when the bite of the handcuffs became too much to handle, his eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at the corners. “I bet you’re sorry now, huh, baby?”

“WH– AHAHAHA– YEHEHEHES! DREHEHEAM, COHOME OHOHOHON!” George pleaded, attempting to reason with him, well aware that both he and Sapnap knew how much everything about the situation was driving him completely insane. He heard Sapnap chuckle next to him and he turned to hide his face in his arm as much as he could, the sudden reminder that he was still being watched hitting him like a truck and making him dizzy.

Well, that was probably the lack of oxygen, but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight, was he?

“Alright, fine, take a breather,” Dream said, pulling his hands back and rubbing the ghost tickles away with his palms, letting George catch his breath for a few moments. George took the opportunity graciously, gulping down the air like water in a drought, his body relaxing against the calming touch of Dream’s hands, almost forgetting what those same hands were just doing to him.

Almost.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Dream decided, slipping his hands under George’s loose t-shirt and pushing it up to reveal his torso, his whole tummy on display as he giggled nervously at the attention.

“Oh– Dreheheheam…” He whined, practically putty in Dream’s hands, but he tensed up again when Dream’s fingers began to scratch at his sides and the dip of his waist. He broke into high pitched giggles, squirming harder than ever before at the light touches, knowing they could sometimes drive him even more crazy than the cruel tickles– and he worried that might have been one of those times. He was able to handle it, though, until a few seconds later when he felt a soft gust of air flow over his tummy, and he whipped his head down to see none other than Dream’s smiling face hovering barely a few inches above his torso and blowing softly on his skin that was already riddled with goosebumps. “Nohohoho, nononono, whahat are yohohou doihihing–“

“Shhh,” Dream soothed again, only spiking George’s anxiety more.

Then, just as George thought he’d seen it all, he felt something he had never, ever felt before, touching his skin.

Dream’s tongue. In his belly button.

“OH– NO, OH MYHY GOHOHOHOD!?” George blurted out, voice turning squeaky and stuttery from the sheer shock of the feeling, and he dared to venture a look down to see if he was imagining it or if Dream really did have his fucking tongue inside his belly button, and he was horrified to find out that it was, in fact, the second one. “WHAHAT– oh myhy– whahat’s wrohohong wihith yohou–“ George yelled, breathing shallow and panicked, squirming like his life depended on it– which, in that moment, it kind of felt like it did.

“Sapnap,” Dream said sternly, not missing a beat, and Sapnap seemed to know exactly what he wanted from that.

Sapnap leaned over, gently curling his arm around George’s head, and placed one hand softly over his mouth, using his pinkie under his jaw to keep his lips pressed tightly together. The other hand quickly found its way to George’s hair, combing his fingers through the soft curls there, helping to both keep George in place and to help him relax into the feeling. George continued protesting, whining and trying to shake Sapnap’s hands away, but nothing seemed to help, and his whiny giggled and attempts at complaining were muffled into Sapnap’s palm against his will.

“There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sapnap commented, voice low, close enough to George that he didn’t need to speak very loud. George groaned behind his hand, glaring up at him with a fire in his eyes that Sapnap couldn’t wait to watch Dream extinguish. He looked back down to watch Dream lower his head, and like magic, his mouth was on George’s belly button and George was thrashing once again.

“MMMH–!” He yelped, sucking in his stomach and tensing his entire body, his toes curling and biceps straining, puffing his chest up in favor of driving his hips back into the mattress, hoping to pull back far enough that Dream would stop. He didn’t, of course, and it only gave him better leverage to hold George’s hips down and let his tongue dip into the hyper-sensitive button. George gasped, a strangled sound getting caught in his throat as his entire body convulsed, and his broken screams and whimpers returned. “MM– MMHPH, MH!”

“This is cute,” Dream mused, placing a few tiny kisses to George’s tummy before nibbling lightly at the edges of his belly button. George squirmed and jumped at each nip, squeaky laughter taking over, his face bright red from complete and utter embarrassment, shock, and disbelief at what the hell Dream was doing. “Love when you get all squeaky, pretty boy.”

“MM-MM!” George denied, trying to shake his head as much as he could, curling his arms in to hide the rest of his face that was still visible. He was still squirming, but both Sapnap and Dream could tell that it was completely involuntary– he wasn’t trying to squirm away, it just kind of happened. Sapnap’s hand in his hair continued to scratch softly, helping him relax and fall into the trance even further, and Sapnap giggled at how sweet the scene was.

He could tell George wanted to be vehemently against everything that was happening to him, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t essentially floating towards the moon with how spacey he was because of it.

They stayed like that for a while, Dream’s mouth playing with the sensitive dip of George’s tummy, George’s whining and spasmic squirming, Sapnap’s hands staying firmly in their places, until George’s muffled voice grew raspy and the other two decided he’d probably had enough.

Dream pulled back, dazed for a moment as he came back to reality and stared at the red marks on George’s abdomen made by his fingers and mouth, but George couldn’t have seemed more content if he tried.

They quickly uncuffed him, Dream taking a moment to press soft kisses to the harsh red lines on his wrists from pulling at the restraints, holding George’s hands and playing with his fingers as he, too, came back into his own body. Sapnap immediately laid down on the bed, tugging the covers over himself and George and motioning for Dream to do the same on the other side, before clinging to George like a koala. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, making George laugh and jokingly try to shove him away, but that only made him squeeze George impossibly tighter, making him fall into another fit of giggles as they all settled into each other’s arms.

[il0veyoujk]

Soldier! Attack!

This is a tickle-related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Jungkook returns home from his military service to see his little sister, Nefeli (18)

Warnings: None

Notes: This ff is requested by the beautiful @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae ! I hope you'll like it love! I am sorry I couldn't do it a cheer-up ff, but I remembered it last second, and I couldn't change it, I had to rewrite the whole ff 😭

Lots of love Nef 💕

The sound of the front door shutting wasn't enough to pierce the sound of the loud music Nefeli was busting through her headphones. The young girl was currently in her room, pretending to study. In reality, she was vibing to her favorite music, with her Spanish book widely open in front of her, and her homework waiting.

Nefeli was wiggling her body to the rhythm of the music, feeling like she owned the world. Using her pen as a microphone, she pretended to be the singer and headbanging unstoppably. Just like she used to when she was a little girl.

"We are home!" her parents yelled the moment they stepped home "Nefeli! We have a surprise for you!" her mum used her singsong voice to allure her daughter into coming downstairs.

One, two, three minutes... Nefeli was nowhere to be seen. She was so drowned in her music she hadn't heard anything. Looking at each other, the two middle-aged ones decided to send the surprise to their daughter.

Nefeli was occasionally trying to focus on her exercises, trying to conjugate the verb cosquillear, but the loud Lady Gaga music was too intense to ler her focus. Vibing excitedly, she was enjoying herself way too much to notice an unexpected change in her room.

However, turning her head, the young girl was shocked to see her older brother leaning on the doorframe smirking "Why hello there girly" Jungkook chuckled, amused.

It's been a year since Jungkook left for his military service. He hadn't seen his family all this time. Even though they communicated with letters, it's not the same as seeing each other in real life.

"Eeek! You are home!" Nefeli squealed. She instantly jumped on her brother, letting her headphones fall on the floor "I missed you so much!"

Catching her, Jungkook let out a small groan along with a small giggle "Hehey! I missed you too, little one!" he smiled softly, gently swinging his little sister in the air back and forth.

The two siblings remained all hugged for a while, not bothering to even move a single inch from the spot the young lad was standing "So you still got the moves huh?" Jungkook scrunched his nose cutely and bounced her gently in the air like he used to when she was younger.

"You think?" Nefeli giggled, as she was squishing her brother's cheeks "I had the best teacher!" she smiled widely.

It was true, Nefeli had learned how to sync with the rhythm through BTS video clips. Ever since she was a kid, she would try to copy every choreography her brother and his friends would publish. She had ever mastered some of them! And Jungkook was so proud of her.

A wide, bunny-toothy grin appeared on Jungkook's face. He gently placed a kiss on her cheek and hug her tighter "Aw thank you little one" he giggled softly.

A small smirk though flashed onto Nefeli's face, who giggled softly "Oh I meant Jimin, not you" she shrugged, trying not to show her teasing sense.

However, the small smirk turned into a full-on giggly state the moment Jungkook's fingers started wiggling around on Nefeli's ribs "Oh really? Jimin huh? Not me?" he asked in the most mischievous, warning tone he has ever used.

The surprising, way too missed feeling on her sides, made the young girl erupt into an unexpected loud fit of giggles "Whahahaha--- wait nohohoho pleahahase ahahaha!" she squealed as she was thrashing around in her brother's grip, trying to push herself out of there.

The two siblings would occasionally have tickle fights, usually with the young girl ending up on the receiving end. But it was their dynamic. They loved those cute little fights!

Nefeli failed miserably to escape her brother's arms. Much to her surprise. Usually she would manage after one or two tries. Yet, this time she didn't.

Chuckling mockingly next to his little sister's cheek, Jungkook moved his fingers to Nefeli's favorite, and worst spot: the sides! He started walking towards his own bedroom, letting her now hysterical giggles fill the whole house "You should know better than to tease a soldier, cutiepie!" Jungkook teased, as he was tasering the poor girl's sides.

"Nohohoho stohohop ahahaha! Whahahat did I do ahahaha?!" Nefeli screamed between her loud giggles. She was flailing around in the air in her attempt to fall off of her brother and run away for dear life.

Of course though, that didn't happen. It was nowhere close to happening!

"Oh stop screaming, Nef! You know it's going to happen, stop fighting it" Jungkook used his singsong voice to tease his little sister as he was throwing his sack on the floor and closing the door behind him.

"He's tickling her again" mrs Jeon smiled to herself as she was preparing dinner downstairs. Homemade pepperoni pizza! Jungkook's favorite.

"It's not like she's complaining though. She loves it!" mr Jeon commented as he was reading his newspaper. Yes, the historical tickle fights in the Jeon residence were well-known in the whole neighborhood.

Upstairs in Jungkook's room, Nefeli was trying to fight to escape the ticklish hell she was put into. She was thrown onto the bed and Jungkook was pinning her down with his own body weight and was torturing her poor tummy with his fingertips "Aww you are just as I ticklish as I remembered!" he giggles as his fingertips were shaking on her tummy like crazy.

A deep blush had started spreading on her cheeks as Nefeli was trying to push his hands away all shy "I ahahaham nahahaot ticklish ahaha-AHAHAHA NAHAHAHAO AHAHAHA!!!" she tried to lie... but a few nibbles on her side made the poor girl go ballistic!

Jungkook knew what he was doing... Pretty well! Using her worst against her... "I am sorry what? Did you just dare to lie, little one? Huh?" he smirked widely before moving his nails on her poor armpits and started scribbling on them like crazy.

Instantly pressing her arms on her torso, Nefeli trapped Jungkook's fingers under her armpits, unfortunately for her "Whyhyhy did you cohohome bahahahack so meahahan ahahaha?!" she squealed through her loud giggling.

"Oh no... Now I have to dig my way out... You are so rude" the young lad was enjoying the playful torture he was giving his little sister to the fullest. Not that Nefeli wasn't... but maybe Jungkook was enjoying this a bit more. He had missed her laughter... So here he was now, digging into his little sister's armpits mercilessly, making Nefeli howl in loud giggling and driving her crazy bit by bit.

"Agh!" Nefeli squealed loudly as she was wiggling around like a worm "Nohoho pleahahahase ahahaha I ahaham sorry ahahaha!" she pleaded as her hands were gripping onto her brother's wrists to pull them away from her.

"Oh no no no no no no, you are not getting away with just a few begs" the young lad smirked as he lowered his head again towards her tummy "You are going to regret choosing Jimin over me!"

And that's where Nefeli lost it... She widened her eyes, but before she could even ask for mercy, she instantly felt tiny shots of electricity hitting her unstoppably and all over her midsection, exposed as it was from squirming around too much "NOHOHOHO NOT THE BEHEHEHERRIES KOOK PLEAHAHASE AHAHAHA I AHAHAHAM SORRY!" she screamed in laughter, throwing her head back in ticklish agony.

Jungkook was shaking his own head on Nefeli's tummy to add more to the ticklish sensations. A few chuckles would escape his mouth while he was blowing raspberries all over Nefeli's midsection "Oh so now we're using nicknames huh? Such a cheap way to escape your punishment, little one..." he mumbled on Nefeli's soft skin.

This situation kept on for about three more minutes. Having moved his fingers to her sides, Jungkook wasn't planning on showing any hint of mercy any time soon... The whole house was filled with hysterical laughter and nonstop begging from Nefeli's way too ticklish reactions.

However, a well-known voice interrupted the playful assault of the Jeon siblings "Kids! Dinner's ready!" mrs Jeon yelled for her children.

Everything stopped instantly. Jungkook let go of his little sister in an instant and pulled away. It's been months since he's eaten his favorite food! "This isn't over..." he mumbled, poking a few times Nefeli's tummy and sides before eventually letting her go "I just have to gain some more energy for round two... You better disappear!" he smirked, winking at his little sister.

As Jungkook ran downstairs to grab a bite, Nefeli remained on his bed in a ticklish delirium, with a wide smile on her face. She was trying to catch her breath hopelessly, as a few leftover giggles were leaving her mouth.

Jungkook made his case clear... She better hide!

[theoncelee]

Squealing Santa Submission!!

I’ve had this done for a bit, but figured I’d post it on Christmas Day because why not?

Hi! @blueberrygiggles I’m your Squealing Santa this year!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating! I really can’t be trusted with winter holiday themed things can I? Yes, I wrote about both Chanukkah and Christmas, again. Listen I just can’t pick, ok? They’re both too fun. Hope that’s ok 😅

Also I made a lil visual aid it’s just flat colors but:

Fandom: MHA

Ship: KiriBaku (Romantic)

Warnings: Light swearing and capital text. Other than that nothing this is super fluffy ^-^

Summary: AU where Kirishima celebrates Christmas and Bakugou celebrates Chanukkah. Kirishima and Bakugou are enjoying a lazy day chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room. The topic of which winter holiday, Christmas or Chanukkah, is better comes up. Playful tickling ensues 😈. Later, when lying in bed, Kirishima takes his sweet, soft, revenge.

Bakugou and Kirishima were just chilling in Bakugou’s dorm room, shooting the shit.

“I’m just saying, Christmas is the best holiday. I mean, come ON. Lights, cookies, and best of all, MAGIC. Chanukkah has NOTHING on THAT” Kirishima argued playfully.

“Nothing you say? Chanukkah has latkes, fire and gambling. That beats some fatass in a stupid suit any day of the week” Bakugou replied.

“Gambling?” Kirishima questioned.

“The fuck do you think dreidel is, shitty hair?”

Kirishima burst into loud laughter at that.

“DREIDEL? PFFT ihit doehoesn’t cohount if ihit’s chohocolahahate”

“Alright, pack it up gaylord before I give your something to laugh about” Bakugou shot back.

“You say as if you aren’t the biggest gigglemonster in Class 1A, Bakubro.” Kirishima teased with his signature shark-toothed grin and a wiggle of his fingers.

“Speak for yourself, sir laughs-a-lot” Bakugou retorted with an indignant huff.

“Aww that was cute. I’m tickled”

“You will be if you don’t watch your attitude”

“Says you, giggles” Kirishima replied, accentuating the statement with a quick poke to Bakugou’s side, causing the fiery blond to bite down on his lower lip.

“That’s rich coming from you, flinch-meister” Bakugou easily returned, tasing kirishima in the ribs, resulting in a dramatic flinch and a sharp gasp.

“Oh yeah? Well, too bad you’re too slow to catch me.”

And with that Kirishima took off running out of Bakugou’s dorm room and towards the common room in a blind fit of nervous energy, giggles already threatening to bubble up and out of his throat. Bakugou was hot on his trail, fighting a grin of his own (he DID have a reputation, you know). The two quickly found themselves in the common room, facing each other from opposite ends of the couch, swerving to try and fake the other out. Though they tried to look serious, no one could mistake the excitement and playfulness dancing in their eyes. Finally tiring of the back and forth game, Bakugou leapt across the entire couch, flying into Kirishima and barreling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Bakugou scrambled to straddle Kirishima.

“Nooo dohohon’t”

“Don’t what, shitty hair?”

“Tihickle mehe”

Before Kirishima ever realized the trap he’d fallen into, Bakugou shoved his hands up his boyfriend’s shirt and scratched at Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“AIIIIIIIIEHAHAHA BAHAKUHUBROHOHO”

“Yes love?”

“AHAHAHAA”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you sweetheart”

“NAAAAAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T” “AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

“Don’t stop? Well, if you insist”

“NOHOHOHO IHIHI AAHAHAHA”

“Just shut up and laugh, shitty hair”

With that Bakugou squeezed his hands into Kirishima’s underarms. And Kirishima did indeed “shut up and laugh” considering he could no longer get a single word out through his laughter. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Bakugou moved on to his grand finale, Kirishima’s ribs. He found the rib 3 from the bottom on the left, the one he KNEW Kirishima couldn’t stand, and dug in with scratching, vibrating fingers. The reaction was immediate.

“AAAAAIIIIII…………AHAHAHA………AH………NAHAHHHH……MEHE…..HERHEE….CEEEEE”

That last scream sounded suspiciously like “Mercy”, so Bakugou slowed his tickling down to just gentle tracing, keeping Kirishima in light giggles before rolling off him to get him some much needed water. Kirishima just closed his eyes and smiled, feeling significantly happier than he had before.

Later that night, Kirishima and Bakugou were cuddled up in Kirishima’s cramped bed, the tips of their noses practically touching as they easily shared whispers and hushed laughter between them. Wide smiles tugging hard at their cheeks, stray hands roaming, blushes deepening. All it took was one stray finger brushing against Bakugou’s side where it met his back, causing Bakugou to let out a small yelp and Kirishima to raise an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Oh? What’s that I hear? Is that…an opportunity for revenge?” Kirishima wasted no time grabbing Bakugou’s waist, flipping him over and pulling Bakugou’s back into his own chest. Firmly securing Bakugou against him with one arm, Kiri used his free hand to skitter his fingers all over Bakugou’s tummy, causing the sweetest, most out of character giggles to spill from the blondes lips without restraint. Normally he was able to resist such light tickles, but it was late and he was too tired to try or care. Soft, easy laughter bubbled up from his core and poured out of his mouth without protest as he threw his head back on Kirishima’s shoulder and grabbed desperately at his hands, despite putting no force into actually pushing them away. Naturally, Kirishima noticed.

“Aww is the super manly King Explosion Murder not strong enough to push me off? Or is he having too much fun to even try?” Bakugou could only shake his head and giggle in response. Because he WAS having fun. It felt good, to laugh like this. To be tickled and teased and so thoroughly messed with. It felt good to know that someone cared about, no, LOVED him enough to want to fuck with him like this. He kept up a tough facade, and he was slow to trust, but with Kirishima he felt SAFE and LOVED. And he knew he could love THIS, with HIM, without judgement. And GOD it felt good. He let his giggles grow without resistance, reveling in the feeling of laughter and being teased like this.

“Careful, love. Don’t wake our classmates” Kirishima chucked directly into Bakugou’s ear, careful to make sure his breath alone tickled.

Seeming to have forgotten they weren’t entirely alone, Bakugou quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, attempting to muffle the sweet giggles he couldn’t even attempt to stop from streaming out of him. That’s when he felt treacherous fingers slip under his thin sleep shirt, the scribbling on his bare skin somehow WORLDS better worse. Kirishimas delicate fingers scratched and scraped at Bakugou’s soft skin, occasionally digging into the toned muscle underneath. They were like spiders, softly reeling in their prey for the taking. And Kirishima, that godsend asshole, was definitely taking. Kirishima’s dangerous hands traveled up and down Bakugou’s torso, tickling from his hips all the way to the top of his ribs, occasionally even dipping into his underarms. Bakugou grabbed a nearby pillow and threw his face into it in a desperate attempt to muffle his soft laughter. When he felt one devious finger swirl into his navel, he felt himself double over in a failed attempt to curl up, still held firm in Kirishima’s embrace. His mind was alight with the buzz of nothingness, unable to comprehend anything besides the feeling of Kirishima against his back, the safe arm around his waist, and the gentle tickles crawling over every inch of skin they could reach. Sensing his boyfriend was reaching his limit, Kirishima slowed his tickles down until he was just gently rubbing away all the ghost tickles, before pulling Bakugou even further into him, carding his fingers through Bakugou’s hair, and whispering sweet praises in his ear. He kept this up until Bakugou drifted off to sleep, cheeks still dusted pink and a soft smile still tugging at his lips, body still curled around Kirishima’s arm. Kirishima himself wasn’t awake to enjoy the sight for much longer.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Day 28: Massage

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𝖑𝖊𝖊: Hyunjin

𝖑𝖊𝖗: Chan 

𝖙𝖜: massage, body oil, hyunjin is shirtless for most of this, lots of screaming blah blah blah, swearing 

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @vale-143@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday

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“Hyungggg!” Hyunjin whined, dropping his bag at the door. 

“Back from dance practice?” Chan asked, looking up from the screen of his laptop to look at the dancer. 

“Yeah, my back is killing me.” Hyunde groaned in pain as he stretched. 

Chan stood up, walking over to the younger and looking at his back. 

“Oooh, yeah. That looks painful…”

“It is!” Hyunjin exclaimed. “And the worst part? I couldn’t even dance properly today, Minho hyung was so disappointed.” 

Chan frowned. “Did you tell him that your back was hurting? He isn’t the type to be disappointed for no reason…”

“No…”

“Oh. Well anyway, want a massage? I’ve got a break right about now.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows scrunched up in concern. “It’s good, hyung. I don’t wanna take up your time anyway.” 

“Get on the bed.”

Within minutes, Hyunjin was laying back up on the bed, and Chan grabbed the body oil from the shelf. 

The second Chan pressed down on the dancer’s back, he hissed in pity. “Hyunjin, your body feels like a rock!”

“Yeah, it’s been affecting my mood too! I can’t help but get irritated when i’m constantly in pain.”

Chris continued to massage the younger’s back, smiling at the contented sighs leaving the boy underneath him. 

“SHIT! Hyuhuhung!” Hyunjin squealed. 

Chan’s fingers had traveled down to Hyunjin’s sides, and his fingertips were pressed lightly into the sensitive skin. 

“I’m sorry! Did that hurt!?” Chris shrieked, worried. 

However, that just made Hyune blush. 

“Oh? Did that perhaps…tickle?” Chris whispered the last word into the younger’s ear, making him shiver. 

“NO! No! I CAHAHANT! HYUUUNG THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES!” The dancer screeched as Chan’s fingers danced across his underarms and sides.

“Awww. Cute!” Chan laughed as Hyunjin’s blush only grew, turning his ears and neck red. 

Hyunjin cackled as Chan jammed his fingers into his neck, effectively driving the younger insane. 

“AHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!”

“Yes, you can! Don’t be silly…” The older giggled as he leaned down to nibble at the skin of Hyunjin’s side. 

Hyune screamed loudly as he bucked and twisted in any way possible, before squirming further into Chan to escape his invading fingers on his other side. 

Hyunjin’s arms flailed, grabbing at the older’s hair as he howled in ticklish agony. 

Soon, the dancer became desperate. He shot his hand down and squeezed at the older’s side as hard as he could. 

“nooOHOHOHO! HYUHUHUNJIHIHIN!” Chris squealed. He stopped tickling Hyunjin, and both boys dropped to the bed, still giggling their hearts out. 

“That…was kinda fun…?” Hyunjin questioned, a wide smile displayed on his face. 

“Wait, really!?” Chan replied, wide eyed. 

“I mean, I kinda liked it…” Hyunjin buried his head in his hands, exasperated. 

“I’m gonna tell everyone.”

“Ok…HYUNG WAIT NO!”

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 11 - Pumpkin

Tsugikuni Yoriichi x Reader

A/N: This is extremely self-indulgent, but this whole event is self-indulgent so enjoy!

"Yoriichi, my love! Welcome back!" You jumped from your spot in a chair when you saw his figure entering your little house. 

Yoriichi smiled softly, leaving his sword aside as he closed the door. "I am back." His arms immediately spread open and with a giggle you quickly hugged him, his arms wrapping you tenderly and you breathed in his scent. 

Relief rushed through you, he was back once again. He was safe and sound and in your arms once again. 

"Yoriichi," you said after kissing his cheek. "I've got something for you!" 

"Hmm?" He tilted his head to the side, looking down at you. "A gift?" 

You giggled, nodding your head. "Yes! Come here! Sit down while I go get it." 

Yoriichi did as he was told, reluctantly letting go of you after kissing your forehead and sitting on the chair you were on when he arrived. You laughed to yourself as you got his gift from your bedroom.

Rushing back to the kitchen, you found Yoriichi patiently waiting for you, his eyes beaming slightly at seeing you. 

"Here it is!" You gave him the little package and waited on your tiptoes as he slowly unwrapped it. 

"This is…"

"It's a new haori!" You said, grinning brightly. 

"It has… a lot of pumpkins." 

"Yes! It looks very autumn-like right? Do you see the little red and yellow leaves? Isn't it so cute? Would you put it on right now?" 

Yoriichi stood up and quickly took off the red haori you had given him not long ago and as he put on this new haori, you could barely contain your laughter. There wasn't a chance you'd let him wear something like that in public. The design of that haori was ridiculous. One or two pumpkins embroidered on the sleeves would have looked better, but the amount of pumpkins that were embroidered all over the haori was just stupid!

You only got it for him as a little joke, you were sure he would decline it and you'd laugh and tell him you were playing and he would blush all cutely and you'd be the happiest person ever seeing him so adorably flustered! 

"I love it."

Wait.

"W-What?"

Yoriichi saw the pumpkins on his sleeves with fond eyes. "I love it. Thank you very much, dearest," he said, kissing your forehead. "I'll wear it from tomorrow on-"

"No!" You yelled, surprising him slightly. "Yoriichi, you cannot wear this thing out there!" 

Yoriichi frowned. "This thing? This is something you gifted me, so of course I am going to use it."

You shook your head. "No! I was just joking! I- I just wanted to prank you a little! I thought you wouldn't like it!"

"This is something you gifted me," he repeated and you could see the confusion clouding his eyes. "Why would I not like it?"

"Because it's hideous, Yorii!" You said almost exasperated. "This pattern- it hurts my eyes!" 

Yoriichi made a small face, a small pout that your eyes didn't have the pleasure of seeing very often and something fluttered in your heart. Did you hurt him? 

"I'll keep it."

"No!" You hugged his waist, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Please, what will people say if they know I gave you this when I gift you the prettiest haoris out there, Yoriichi!" You begged him, but all he did was shake his head solemnly. 

"I'll keep it and wear it. I cannot just throw away something you gifted me-e-ehehe- haah, m-my lohohove, nohohot tihihicklihing."

Desperate situations required desperate measures. Your fingers dug lightly into his ribs and his laugh tumbled from his lips. Yoriichi pressed his arms to his sides and scrunched up his shoulders.

"I won't stop until you promise me you won't wear this thing outside," you said, fighting back a smile at hearing his giggles and laughs. "You can wear it here if you want to keep it so badly, but not outside."

"B-Buhuhut it's y-yohohour- ah! Ahahaha!" 

You squeaked when he suddenly collapsed onto the chair, but you quickly followed him, sitting on his lap and adding more to his embarrassment. 

He laughed beautifully as your fingers wiggled against his ticklish ribs. He squirmed and tried to gently stop your hands, but he was uncoordinated and laughing a bit too much. 

"Yes, it is something I gave you, but I will forgive you if you don't wear it, in fact, please just don't wear it ever!" 

Yoriichi grabbed your waist and nodded. "Fihihine! I wohohon't! I'll ohohonly wehehear it hehehere!" 

"Is that a promise?" 

"I prohohomise! M-My dehehearest, my lahahaugh is s-staharting t-to sohohound too ehehembarrahahaassing!" 

You giggled, stopping your tickly fingers and giving him a break. "You made a promise, Yoriichi."

"I- I still don't understand why I have to hide it- wahahait! I wihihill- ihihif thahat's what you want, then I'll do it."

You nodded happily, kissing his flushed cheeks a couple of times before his hands on your waist started to tickle you. 

"I'm sohohorry! I'm sohohohorry!"

You deserved this. Maybe this way you will learn your lesson and not play pranks on Yoriichi again!

[thebest-medicine]

Day 23: Incoherent

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Fjord, brief lee!Jester

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Fjorester my beloved. I need their silly energy in my life. Little snippet of Jester tickling Fjord and then asking him to do the same to her (a lil fluff, a little sexy, whatever ya feel *eyebrow waggle*)

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“Ah. Oh no. No- no Jessie- ahaHAWAIT!” Fjord squealed before descending into giddy laughter. 

“Wait? What do you want me to wait for?” Jester asked innocently — her fingers, on the other hand, were quite guilty of the quick, nimble scribbling they’d begun inflicting on Fjord’s sides.

His head shook side to side against the pillow beneath it, occasionally bumping into his elbows on either side. His arms twitched and pulled against the silks tethering them to their bed above his head. Jester’s fingers sent electric tingles up his bared torso everywhere they touched. They plucked at his sides and then began spidering wildly over his belly. 

“Aha- I can’t- I hehehehe- AHAHAHA AHH NOHOHOHO- THAHAT TICKLES! THAT TICKLES HAHA- AHAHA JESS!” 

“Well, duh, Fjord! It’s supposed to tickle!” 

The next few minutes were hazy — fuzzy in the best sort of way. Jester was smiling at him, tickling and teasing him to bits. She brought out so much in him that he hadn’t expected, and she had so many silly, wonderful ideas for expressing affection. In the midst of one, she squeezed at his hips a few times, getting a yelp for her efforts.

“I can’t believe how cute you are when you’re getting tickled Fjord! Your face is so cute! I have to draw it for you some time.” 

“NOHOHOHO!” Fjord cried through his cackles.

Jester’s grin widened as she got an idea. A few more quick squeezes to Fjord’s abdomen and she pushed up, hauling herself off of his hips and running over to her sketch book. 

Fjord took a few deep breaths, some broken up with lingering laughter, and stared at the ceiling as he happily accepted the short break. “Wh- what are you planning now?” He asked — sounding a little teasing and giddy, and a lot nervous.

Jester spun around, a smirk on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. In her hand, she held up her sketching pencil. 

Fjord swallowed, watching her. His giggling started back up again. 

Jester perched atop him, eyes hungry. He felt his stomach twist with anticipation, excitement, and nerves. She took the pencil in her hand as though to start a lovely drawing, except that she had the pointy end up. 

Fjord shook his head. Jester nodded encouragingly, the hand not holding her pencil grabbed at the top of his underwear and pulled the waistband down a bit. She lightly drug the back of the pencil back and forth over his hip. Fjord gasped and burst into giggles. His legs kicked out on the bed behind Jester. 

“Ahaha no- nonono!” Fjord whined. 

“Yes yes yes!” Jester chirped in response. She drew figures and circles and whimsical patterns all over the lower section of his tummy, the front of his ribs and chest, his sides, and even up into his armpits and along his neck. 

Tracing the pencil along each rib on one side as she made her way back down to his sides, Jester started wiggling and pinching along the other side of his torso with her free hand. 

Fjord’s laughter grew louder as he wriggled side to side at her two fronted assault. His smile could cause bones to melt, but his laugh was like a cannonball of delight. It was the sort of gut-deep, boisterous sound that ricocheted off the walls of the ship like thunder - and it was impossible for Jester not to grin in the middle of the storm. 

Dropping her pencil, she made a sound of delight and started scribbling up his sides. Fjord wheezed and cackled, his eyes squeezed shut with tears in the corners of them. 

Fjord was already pretty far gone, but he still reacted viscerally to the sound of Jester sucking in a deep breath. “NO- NAHAHAHA NOOO NAHAHOT THAT!” He pleaded.

“Aww, are you too ticklish?” 

“STAHAHAHOP HAHA NO- JES DON’T DO IHIHIHIT!” Fjord wailed.

“Oh alright… I’ll just give you a couple raspberries. Let me know if it tickles too much, okay Fjord?” 

Her fingers continued to scribble and crawl their way from his hips to his armpits, which would have had him in plenty of hysterics on its own. Her lips, adding poison to the dagger, pressed down softly on the middle of his belly before she let out a loud, ticklish vibration against his abs. 

Fjord pretended to ignore the shriek that fell from his lips when she started, and each additional squealing wail that followed when she continued.

“NAHA- STAH- I CAN’T AHHH HAHA AHAHAA-” His thundering cackles quickly devolved into shouts and gasps between wails of desperate laughter. 

 It wasn’t until her nails began to scratch unbearably under both of his arms and she decided to blow her next raspberry on his side that Fjord cried out “SP-SPRINKLE!” between hoarse booms of laughter. 

Jester withdrew with a grin, sitting upright over him and taking in his exasperated, ravaged state. “Wow, you did really good Fjord! I was pretty mean..” She winked. 

Fjord felt a blush rise to his cheeks in spite of his already warm face. “Heh, thanks.”

“Okay.” Jester leaned in, peppering his cheeks with kisses as she untied the silks from his wrists, leaving the restraints hooked up to the bed. “Okay, okay! Me next!!”

Blissed out smile on his face, Fjord took his jelly arms and wrapped them around Jester’s wiggling form, pulling her in close for a cuddle. “You’re too good at that.” He mumbled as he pulled her in to be the little spoon, both of them still giggling. “I’m so tired now, I need to nap first.” He sighed dramatically, closing his eyes as his legs wrapped around Jester’s. 

He pretended to start snoring, exaggerated and loud, and Jester squealed adorably. Then, “sleep-walking” fingers began to trace ticklish paths around Jester’s ribs and sides, over to her stomach, down near her hips. 

“Ah ehehe Fjord!” Jester squeaked out as she giggled harder. 

A loud snoring sound, and then Fjord mumbled. “Fjord’s sleeping.”

“Nohohoho he’s nohot! Fjord’s tickling!”

Another fake snore. “No he’s not. He’s sleeping.” Jester felt him take a deep breath, chest rising to press further into her back. A long, exaggerated snore. “But when he wakes up. He’s really gonna get you.” 

“Hehe hehehee oh nohoho-” 

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 18 - Spiderweb

Honkai: Star Rail - Kafka x Caelus

Caelus tried to pull his arms free, but his struggle only made the strings wrap around his limbs tighter. Looking like a fly caught in a spiderweb, the trailblazer let out an audible sigh, finally facing his captor.

"I should really stop helping you out," he muttered, remembering how much March 7th warned him about these encounters with one of the most dangerous Stellaron Hunters.

Kafka, sitting close to him, smiled as she continued to type something on the small screen next to her. "You should understand by now that, to make the whole scene more convincing, certain measures need to be adopted. People wouldn't believe I'm holding you captive if I let you run around freely," she continued, carefully reading the details of those precious pieces of intel.

"All you have to do is to hold still while I do some… searching," Kafka chuckled, turning off the screen and standing up, turning around to face Caelus, still entangled within her web. 

The trailblazer sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. "As long as you keep yourself from harming people," Caelus let out a small, knowing that Kafka would resort to much more violent ways to achieve her goals if it wasn't for his aiding. "But that doesn't mean I agree with yohohou- ahAHah, w-whahat?!"

Before he could finish his speech, Caelus broke into a fit of giggles, feeling Kafka's hand scribbling over his side, pressing her fingers against his vulnerable body as much as she wanted, taking full advantage of the strings that kept him from moving or squirming away from the tickling.

"I'm sorry, but I need to correct you… I remember there being a mutual agreement on our deal, no? You help me get some intel and I will get Silver Wolf to help you, remember?" Kafka spoke calmly, wiggling her fingers up to his ribs and making Caelus howl in laughter. 

"K-Kahahafka! AhaAHA, w-wahAHAit, stopstopstahahap!" Caelus pleaded - in vain - trying to pull his arms down as hard as he could, only managing to move a couple inches before the strings pulled him back into place. If he was like a fly trapped in a spiderweb, then the spider itself was about to eat him alive, he thought. "OkahAHAy, okahahy, I'm sohohorry! You cahahan stoh- AHAhaha, K-KahAHAHafkaAha, n-nohohohot theHEhere!!"

Caelus cried out a lot, with tears of mirth forming on the corner of his eyes as he felt Kafka move both her hands to tickle him under his arms, sending him into actual hysterics. He knew that woman was dangerous, ruthless and cruel, but he expected all those traits of her to make themselves present when she was fighting, not… tickling someone. 

Though, considering how bad it was, this could, in parts, be called some sort of murder attempt.

Kafka continued her restless assault, exploring how ticklish the Stellaron's vessel was in a couple of different spots, amusing herself with his reactions as she continued to toy with him. "Is it bad? Silver Wolf always get mad at me when I poke her during her games and- oh." Kafka fake gasped, continuing with that facade that looked as calm as ever.

As Caelus's laughter died down, he could hear some kind of beeping noise come from her pocket. "W-what… is this noise..?"

"It seems your rescuer is on his way," she said, picking up her stuff, "I'll make sure you get your part of the deal when I'm out of here, take care ~"

Kafka muttered, getting out of his sight and leaving him behind, trapped within her web as she left. Minutes later, Caelus heard the sound of someone walking behind him. "Caelus! Are you ok?" Dan Heng's voice, full of worry, asked, using the Cloud-Piercer to cut the strings.

"Dan Heng!" Caelus feigned surprise, as if Kafka hadn't told him about it in advance. "Y-yes, I'm all good!"

"What happened? Did you fight that woman by yourself?"

"A-ah, not really, I can'`t say I did- huh?" Stopping in the middle of his explanation, Caelus reached out to his phone, feeling as it vibrated. Checking the notification, he smiled as he read the beginning of the message.

[Ty for helping Kafka  recover my game accs  Heres ur reward We r even now, k?                  - S.W.] 

"Who is it? Is something important?"

"No," Caelus muttered, continuing to smile as he checked the files attached to that message: a dozen pictures of a certain someone standing next to him. "Just one of those annoying ICP ads."

Dan Heng tilted his head in confusion, but decided it didn't matter. "Let's head back, March is worried about you."

"Eh… were you worried about me as well?" Caelus smiled, walking by Dan Heng's side.

As the duo continued to chat, Caelus couldn't help, but to think that dealing with the Stellaron Hunters had its risks, but the rewards… Well, they were certainly worth the price.

A/N: Ok, so, ler!Kafka was wondering around my head for quite a while and you guys know how she kinda uses spiderwebs everywhere and etc etc so... yeah, this prompt was made for her hahah

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

[good-beanswrites]

Hi Beans, I’m finally here. Diluting the sad with fun and very OOC.

I don’t really have a lot of ideas about what to write, but I remembered that I shared my idea of Es with the chivalrous Argenti's personality. So. AU in a vacuum (maybe an actors AU, maybe not), where Es thought that it would be funny to surprise the prisoners with the behavior of a knight(maybe Jackalope came up with that idea, maybe just strange sense of humor). What about the prisoners' reactions? (gallantry and compliments to plants attached) I think Mahiru would have joined the drive even if she didn’t really understand what happened. Fuuta would probably say "ugh, cringe" and that would make him a great target for the rest of the day.

YESS ahahaha, this is such a fun idea! I wrote a little scene with a few characters, but honestly it's hysterical picturing any of them trying to figure out how to react to this new and sparkling Es... I went for a version where not even Jackalope was prepared, but I can certainly see him suggesting something crazy like that to shake things up omg. Thank you so much for the request! The original meme was made by Mug, and I couldn't help but do a doodle myself ✨🌹

Amane was the first to witness it. She fled as soon as possible, finding sanctuary in the common room. The others were surprised as she stumbled in, face pale and eyes wide. Very little could frighten the girl; it was not a good sign.

Yuno moved to comfort her. “What’s wrong?” 

Her eyes went distant with the harrowing memory. “It’s Es,” was all she said. 

“Did they do something cruel?”

“No. Worse.” Amane shivered. “They were… nice.”

“They were what?”

Amane opened her mouth, but paused at the sound of heels clicking down the hallway. 

She stiffened. “If you need me you can find me in my cell.” She disappeared as quickly as she came. The others, who had been listening in on the odd conversation, gaped after her. They tried to piece together what had been so unsettling. Still, Es’ boots approached. 

All eyes landed on the doorway. 

And Es appeared. They looked very normal. Jackalope hopped up behind them. All shoulders sagged in relief. Es surveyed the room, slightly surprised to find everyone staring. 

Then, they smiled. 

It was a genuine, bright smile. The blue-gray of their eyes sparkled with a new light. Their lips parted to release a lighthearted laugh, unlike anything the prisoners had heard from them before.

They glided through the room, heels clicking lightly behind them until they came to Muu. The others stood frozen in place.

Es swept their cape aside with a grand flourish of their arm. They held both her hand and her gaze with warmth.

“Why, hello, Muu! You’re looking as positively lovely as always. Has this fine morning treated you well?”

“Um…” She looked to everyone, her face pleading for a little guidance. They were too busy looking eagerly to her in astonishment. “Uh… yes?”

“I’m pleased to hear it.” They reached behind themself. The room let out a soft gasp as they produced a pale pink flower from underneath their cape.

“For you, my dear.”

They didn’t wait for her to finish stuttering a confused ‘thank you’ before they turned to whoever was standing closest. Mahiru’s own face lit up as Es turned their glimmering gaze her way. Fuuta scoffed, muttering something about this being the lamest, cringiest thing he’d witnessed. Es pretended not to hear.

“Shiina Mahiru… a smile like yours is rare to find in a place like this. I thank you for it.” They pinched their chin and angled their head, thinking. “The meaning of your name has to do with light, correct?” 

She nodded, unable to keep the giddiness from her face. The others watched as Es moved their glove behind once more. Surely there was no room for any more flowers hidden there…

Surely they were all mistaken – Es flicked their wrist to present a small gathering of yellow blooms.

“Something radiant for someone as bright as you.”

She fell over herself with gratitude and giggles. She tried to tuck it into her hair, and Mikoto stepped over to help her. The pair raised their eyebrows at each other in disbelief. 

This time, Es retrieved their gift before turning to their next victim. A classic red rose. They caught a prisoner’s gaze. 

“Oh, no. Nope. No way.” Fuuta held up his hands, as if it could ward them off. “I don’t want your stupid-ass flowers.” 

“Now, now, I see you’re playing hard to get, as usual.” They brushed their thumb along the thorny stem. “You know, the rose has a very similar approach.”

Fuuta’s face now matched the flower’s color. “Wha–” He stumbled backward, then took off running to the door. “I don’t know what weird mind games you’re trying to pull, but I’m staying out of it!” 

Es only clicked their tongue gently when he disappeared. “Always making things difficult, that one. All part of his charm, I suppose.” 

They followed to the entrance. Turning briefly, they flashed their smile once more.“It was wonderful to see you all! I will await our next meeting eagerly.” 

With a fluttery wave, they vanished. 

Everyone’s attention shot to Jackalope, who had paused in the doorway. No one could understand his voice, but his little rabbit face seemed to say, Hey, don't look at me. I have no fucking idea.

[tklpilled]

i'll lose myself in you

the pros of becoming friends with shou: having friends.

the cons: being friends with shou.

ritsu needs so many headache medicines.

“oh, ritsu,” coos shou in that damn voice of his, and ritsu tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him—like it doesn’t send heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

“give me a break,” he says, forcing himself to sound level.

he can practically feel shou’s pout. “i haven’t seen you much lately! i should make up for lost time, shouldn’t i?”

no, ritsu wants to say, you definitely shouldn’t, but he made a mistake by not running the second he sensed a change in shou’s mood, since now the redhead is pinning him down, ritsu’s hands under his friend’s knees.

he always does this, every single time; leaves enough room for ritsu to get away, only to tease him relentlessly when he doesn’t.

“suzuki,” he tries to negotiate, but it proves to be futile when shou vibrates his fingers into ritsu’s ribs. 

“w-wahahahahait—it tihickles—!” he gasps, squirming frantically to no avail.

he can just barely hear shou’s crooning over his own laughter. “your laugh is so cute, how am i ever supposed to stop?”

and it’s so much worse, because ritsu is a stranger to tickling—ever since his parents stopped as he got older, and shigeo was never the touchy type in the first place—but he’s even less accustomed to teasing. 

ritsu doesn’t like being helpless. he hates it. so why, he yearns to know, isn’t he fighting back? because he can. he’s perfectly capable of it, considering shou knows his boundaries and always leaves him a way out, it’s just that ritsu never takes it.

he manages to free one of his hands from underneath shou, and then he promptly realises that he doesn’t know what to do with it (doesn’t want to do anything with it). shou only laughs, and when ritsu just leaves it there for a few moments longer, he takes it back in his grasp.

ritsu is having fun, and he has no idea why.

he thinks it might be because he’s, at the very least, given an escape route. he isn’t completely helpless. he thinks it could be because it’s shou, who he trusts, and something about it feels natural. he thinks a lot of things, but he forgets them all in favour of focusing on shou’s wiggling, electrifying, torturous fingers. 

“poor ritsu,” coos shou. mockingly. “you’re just too ticklish, aren’t you?”

“st—ahahaha! dahahamn yohou!”

shou’s fingers curl around his waist, pressing into his sides. “you could get out of this so easily, you know. you are a psychic.”

ritsu makes a noise of protest. “cahaha—cahan’t focus,” he weakly defends himself, making shou grin. 

“i never get to hear you laugh,” shou sighs, massaging his thumbs into ritsu’s hips and acting casual, as if ritsu isn’t squealing under him. “you should do it more often!”

“ahaha—absolutely nohohohot!” ritsu cries, and for his own sake he ignores the warmth spreading over his cheeks. it’s not like shou is wrong. he doesn’t properly laugh very often. that doesn’t mean shou has to torment him like this, though. maybe he should try being funnier or something.

(ritsu voiced this to his friend, once, only to end up in a fit of laughter—and it was not because shou took his advice.)

ritsu knows the main reason shou does this is because he finds it amusing when he gets flustered. which isn’t fair, because it’s even easier to embarrass shou; ritsu once thanked him and he’d turned bright red, although it could just be that ritsu is hardly ever nice to him.

“gohod dahahamn it!” ritsu groans, trying not to look like he’s enjoying this, which is a difficult task, considering the uncontrollable laughter spilling out of him.

“you’re sensitive everywhere, huh?” shou giggles, scribbling all ten fingers on ritsu’s stomach.

ritsu snorts, making shou gasp in excitement and causing his face to feel hot. “i’m nohohot! ihi—stohop! i hahate yohou!”

shou shows no signs of mercy. “it’s your own fault for being so ticklish, really,” he shrugs, dead set on breaking ritsu down into a pile of giggles. which he has already succeeded in doing, so there’s no reason to keep going.

ritsu is a mess by now, he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he tried. he’s sure his hair is a wreck, too, and he has the urge to fix it but shou always tells him that it’s cute. 

he’s too caught up in his own embarrassment to notice shou reaching back—until he scratches behind his knee, and ritsu completely shuts down.

“s-suhuhu—suhuzukihihi!” he gasps. “stohohop thahat! i’ll—k-kihill yohohou!”

“oh?” says shou, in a voice that sends chills down ritsu’s back. “don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this spot from me?”

“n-nohoho, no,” ritsu tries to bargain. “just—nohot there, nohohot thehere!”

shou curls his fingers into the skin. “not where, huh? not here?”

“f-fuhuhucking mohove!” ritsu snarls, and he tries to sound threatening but he can’t. it apparently has the exact opposite effect, judging by how shou smirks and pointedly does not move. he’d been so desperately hoping that shou never found out about that spot, because he knew that he’d never know a moment of peace after that. he was right, it seems, as proven by the absolute torture he’s going through now. 

and then it stops.

ritsu catches his breath, taking a moment before he blinks open his eyes, only to see shou hovering above him.

they stare at each other for a second before shou bursts out laughing. “was—was it so bad i forced you into using your powers?” he giggles.

ritsu grumbles in embarrassment, then releases his powers (he cringes at the sound of something else falling on the ground—it seems shou wasn’t the only thing he accidentally lifted) and lets shou land on top of him. he wastes no time wrapping his arms around the boy, trapping him while squeezing at the sides of his stomach. because, while the chance to exploit it doesn’t come often, shou is nearly as ticklish as ritsu himself is.

for a while after that, the room is filled with laughter that ritsu definitely doesn’t find endearing, and for as much as shou teased him, he really didn’t fight back at all.

[dumbstuffsstuff]

I’m Fine! || Lee!Kaveh (Genshin Impact)

Note: I have a new hyperfixation for this ship so I may be posting content of them for a bit. Anyways enjoy this drabble!! Always apologizing for spelling errors or typos, i’m really bad at typing \(T<T)/

Lee!Kaveh

Ler!Al-Haithem

Summary: Al-Haithem is worried that Kaveh got badly injured during an outing, and in his attempt to help, finds an interesting thing about Kaveh.

—

Kaveh and Alhaitham were battling a few dangerous creatures on the grassy field that happened to be a fairly small cliff that peered over the river. While the scribe was handling one creature, Kaveh managed to be cornered by two, who ended up shoving him down the cliff. Kaveh rolled through palms and shrubs and landed in the water, where he lay on his back and let his slight embarrassment fade before the scribe would go to get him.

“Kaveh!”

“Ugh… I’m good,” Kaveh gave Alhaitham a thumbs up as he sat up in the shallow water of the river in Sumeru. He held his aching back and pressed his fingers against his head to sooth the dizziness. He didn’t seem too hurt besides small cuts and bruises.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Alhaitham asks in his normally inanimated voice, but there’s a hint of concern that is audible. To save his pride, Kaveh shrugs as if nothing had even happened.

“I just tripped, not a big deal.”

“You fell off of a cliff.”

Kaveh blushes, “They pushed me off!”

“Let’s go home and rest now,” Alhaithem lends a hand, but Kaveh scoffs.

“I told you I’m fine, I don’t need help,” Kaveh attempts to rise on his own, but a sharp pain occurs at his ankle and shoots through his entire nervous system, causing him to grunt and fall back down, gripping his ankle.

“Kaveh, you’re injured! Come on, let me see.”

“I think I sprained my ankle.”

“Then let’s go, you can’t continue this journey like that,” Alhaitham pulls Kaveh off the ground. He wraps Kaveh’s arm around his shoulder to provide support.

“Thanks- HEY!” Alhaitham had easily scooped up his partner into his arms and continued walking home.

“Put me down! You don’t have to do all this.”

“It’s best not to apply any sort of pressure to an injury,” Even while concerned, it was still easy to hear the teasing in his tone.

“I don’t want people to see me like this!”

“You’ll be alright. We’re almost there.”

~

Alhaitham sets Kaveh on the couch, propping his injured ankle on some pillows and retrieved a medical kit.

After first patching up the cuts Kaveh had, Alhaitham began to wrap his ankle in bandages.

“Ouch! Watch it!”

“Sorry.”

Finally, the scribe finished bandaging his ankle, and Kaveh lay on the couch with his eyes closed. That is, until he was awakened by an unpleasant, tingling feeling on his other foot.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“I’m checking for other injuries. Just in case,” Alhaitham stroked and rubbed Kaveh’s other foot, unaware of the reaction it was causing his partner.

Kaveh covered his mouth with his hand and hugged his torso with the other. Alhaitham began massaged his two thumbs into the middle of his sole. Kaveh made a muffled noise, but hoped Alhaitham wouldn’t notice.

“Did that hurt?”

“N-No!” Kaveh attempted to pull his foot from his grip, visibly squirming a lot.

“Stop lying. You always say you’re fine when you’re not,” Alhaitham began feeling his foot more, making sure nothing was badly broken. This made Kaveh squeak, his shoulders shivering slightly.

“S-Stohop doing that! L-Lehet go!”

“Then tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nohohothing!” Kaveh squeezes his sides, revealing his smile.

“Why are you laughing?” Alhaitham asks, slightly frustrated at the architect’s lack of cooperation.

“Behecause-!” Kaveh’s face flushes and he can’t seem to state the reason. Eventually, Alhaitham gets the jist, smirking slightly.

“I see,” Alhaitham switches to spidering his sole lightly, causing Kaveh to giggle more.

“AH! Ahahaha!! S-Stohop that! You’re dohoing it on purpose!” Kaveh tries to kick his foot free.

“You never told me you were ticklish,” Alhaitham teases, ignoring the blonde’s complaints, “don’t move so much. You’ll hurt your self even more.”

“Thehehen stohoOHop tihickling meheheEhe!”

“I’m not trying to, i’m just making sure you didn’t break anything.”

“Excuhuhuses!!” It’s true, it was obviously an excuse to tickle him, but he couldn’t pass the opportunity to see the blonde giggling like a child with a bright face and glistening tears. Alhaitham felt himself blushing too, so he retaliated with scribbling Kaveh’s toes.

“NOHOhohoho!! Nahahat TheheEHEere!! Plehehehease!!”

“Why not here? Does it hurt? Or maybe it tickles too much for you?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!!”

“That’s not nice,” Alhaitham uses two hands to scribble up and down Kaveh’s foot, poking at his toes as well. Kaveh’s squirming enhances, and he keeps trying to pull his foot away.

“NAHAhahahaha!! StOHohopp!” His giggles turned into laughter, but his laughter only made Alhaitham want to tickle him more. Finally, Kaveh pulled his foot away, so Alhaitham stood up and resulted to different measures.

“I’m not done examining you yet,” he flirts and goes to the opposite side of the couch, where he’s in reach of Kaveh’s upper body.

“NOooo! Alhaitham! I swear if you do!”

“What do you swear?” Alhaitham began drawing circles on the side of Kaveh’s ribs. Kaveh hugs himself.

“Ihihi wihill END yohohouu!!”

“Oh how terrifying.” Alhaitham digs his fingers into Kaveh’s ribs, the silky fabric of his shirt making him extra sensitive.

“EEP! AHAHlhaitham!! NOHOhohoho!! STOHOP! Ihit tihihihickles!”

“Does it? I had no idea,” Alhaitham’s lifeless tone made the teasing more flustering. Kaveh tried to pry the tickling fingers off of his torso, but Alhaitham just switched to his stomach instead, slipping his hands under his shirt.

“NOOHOHHO!!” Kaveh cries, “YOHOHOU CANT!”

“But I can~” Alhaitham scribbles the sides of his stomach, drags a finger across the bottom, and teases his navel. He constantly switches between soft tickles and more rough tickles. Both drive his roommate up the wall.

“WUAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAITHAM! STOHOhohohopp! EnohoHOHOUGH! GEHET OFF!”

“This must be a bad spot huh?”

“FOHOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA SHUHUT UHUP! YOU-! YOU ASSHOLE!”

Suddenly the tickling stopped and Kaveh put his hands to his mouth, red faced and tears staining his cheeks.

“What did you call me?” Alhaitham’s eyes darkened and his straight face remained the same yet grew an entirely different expression.

“N-NOTHING! I-IM SORRY! I didnt mean that! I swear! Im sorry! It just slipped out!”

“So you wanna call me names, huh?”

“NO! I would never!”

“You’re not in a very good position to lie right now~” Alhaitham squeezes his hips.

“EEp! Haitham! N-Noho! Wahait! What are yohou doing?!”

“You asked for this.”

“What?!”

Alhaitham lifts his shirt to reveal his stomach, and Kaveh begs but his pleas go unheard.

“NOnonono! A-Alhaitham! NO! DONT!”

“PFFTTT!”

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAITHAM! STOHOHOHOOPP! PLEHHEHEASE! NO MOHOHORE!”

“So ticklish.” Alhaitham grins.

“NOHOHO IM NOHOHTT!”

“You’re seriously denying it right now?”

“STAHAP IT!” Kaveh puts his hands over his blushy face.

“Nah,” Alhaitham blows another raspberry and Kaveh’s laughter turns squeaky.

“HEHEHE *hic* OHOKKAY! HAH *hic* NOHO! MORE! Plhehease!”

Alhaitham stops his attack, not wanting to kill the poor man.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t make your injury hurt more. I forgot completely.”

“Ihit’s fine, I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me.”

“Then you enjoyed it?”

Kaveh blushes, “NO! It was horrible! Just wait until I can walk! Never do that again!”

Alhaitham chuckles at the scolding he gets from his roommate, and eventually it dies down and he lets the blonde rest on the couch.

~~

! aahhhh im so attached to them !

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 30: To The Hideout

You’re extremely excited to see Eddie & the boys play tonight. His van packed completely with band equipment he asked Robin to ride you over & he'd be the one taking you home beings you both live together now. He left 2 hours ahead of time for a small rehearsal at Gareth’s & to head to the hideout to set up for tonight’s show. You’ve spent the past hour getting ready not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb you go for a more darker approach tonight even your underwear match your outfit tonight something you pray Eddie appreciates. The new black lace bra & pantie set you got at the mall pulling out your cut off shorts with fishnet stockings with a Megadeath T shirt you turned into a crop top a nice black Smokey eye with smudged liner & the most purist of red lipsticks you would’ve swore the devil himself used his blood to color this lipstick 💄 decidedly grabbing your new boots combat boots with a heel & laced them up spraying a bit of perfume on yourself as you hear the doorbell ringing nonstop. That’s definitely Robin you whip open the door overly excited she looks pumped too she’s wearing black pants with suspenders & a the cure t shirt with a pair of converse “Holy shit jame you look… you look fuckin HOT!!” You burst into a fit of giggles “Thanks Robs you look amazing too!” You notice her cheeks go red you pull her inside “come on girlfriend let’s take a shot before we leave” she looks at you wide eyed “wow someone’s in a wonderfully refreshing mood I likey” you laugh pouring 2 shots of whipped cream flavored vodka “here this is from Philadelphia my grandfather has been making this stuff since my dad was a kid Jacquin’s it’s a liquor factory my grandfather and grandmother both work there they’re like the senior versions of Lavern & Shirley ahahaha” robin slams her shot down “wow that’s…. That’s good! He made that?! Does he make anything else?!” “Oh hell yeah robs every Christmas we all get a box sent to us with a variety of bottles this year I’ll let you take first pick out of it I’ve tried everything so now it’s you guys turn don’t tell Eddie I cracked this he saw it & has been bothering me about it but I was saving it for my best friend” you wink at her & she smiles “I would’ve never thought I’d have a female platonic best friend but I’m so glad you moved here & I’m so grateful for you and..” you cut her rambling “Robs… I love you too & I'm glad you’re my friend let’s take one more of these & hit the road & go have a fuckin blast!” She woots three times raising her hands up in the air she’s always been a good hype man for everyone in your group. Rides with Robin are always a blast blasting Lita Ford through the stereo system scream singing the lyrics singing into the water bottle you hold in your hands pretending it’s a microphone taking turns sharing the mic with Robin 🎼”I went to a part last Saturday night I didn’t get laid I got in a fight uh huhhhhh it ain’t no big thing… Late for work but the traffic was bad had to borrow ten bucks from my old man uh huhhh it ain’t no big thing….”🎼 both of you thrashing your heads as the song quickens 🎼”But i know what I like… I know I like dancing with you…. & you know what you like I know you like dancing with me ohh yeah!!… kiss me once… kiss me twice… come on pretty baby kiss me deadly!!!!!!”🎼 pulling into the parking lot you see Steve Jeff & Gareth smoking a cigarette you Robin kills the engine to your car & you both hop out as gareth runs to engulf you in a hug “you look awesome!” You lean back to check out his getup “no Emerson you look awesome check you out if Eddie didn’t already have my heart you’d be in trouble” you wink at him “oh before I forget a gift you beam digging in the glove compartment pulling out a joint twisting it in his face “all the way from the east coast it’s chronic it’s called Black widow” his eyes sparkle with excitement “go grab Ed’s & I’ll fire it up” he nods & scurries off to grab his best friend when Eddie comes practically tripping over himself at gareth dragging him outside catches sight of you & his breath hitches.

[candiid-caniine]

I'm in a position where I can't really get any sex toys, specifically for insertion and that's like 90% of what I need and I need something and idk what to do I'm going insane. Do you know anyone who makes like, under cover toys or know of any at least temporary solution Oh Bug with your infinite horny knowledge I pray thee, I need to be full and there's nothing to be full of

ahahaha this made me giggle! i can't promise to have infinite horny knowledge, but i will try my best to help. it's a travesty whenever a sweetheart out there in the world has to be empty <3

note: i'm working off the assumption you're talking about a vagina; if not, i apologize, but i don't think i'd feel comfortable recommending anal toy substitutes anyway due to the higher safety risk!

first, let's talk about materials if your best bet is household items:

top of the list in terms of safety is glass. i'd also say steel, but household objects made of steel aren't necessarily made of body-safe steel/surgical steel, so glass is really my top pick. it's non-porous, can be infinitely sanitized and re-used, and has some fun things you can do with temperature play too ;)

second favorite is gonna be plastic. it (and any other material) is 100% safe for insertion WITH a barrier like a condom, but if you can't get those for similar reasons you can't get a sex toy, use plastic sparingly; it is porous, so it can trap bacteria, which...i'll be honest here. i've never heard of this happening to people, even when they use the same hard plastic toy over and over, if they wash it a lot in between. thousands of people across the world have used a hairbrush handle, one of those 10-color pens (lol ask me how i know), and other items available to a kid in their teenage years. often repeatedly. my theory: yes, plastic can trap bacteria...but it's mostly gonna be bacteria from your body, and unless you're switching holes, i think the risk of that bacteria being non-benign is low; additionally, if you're washing it immediately afterwards and storing it in a safe place, the risk of it coming into contact with external bacteria is also low. regardless, it's safest to think of plastic as a temporary solution, and to replace it fairly often. good news is it tends to be cheap!

third best bet: a vegetable in a condom. could never do this bc i hate wasting food. could also never do this bc i was in a similar situation to you at the time, and in my case i couldn't get condoms, and no way was i putting pesticides up my vag!

i know it may seem weird that i'm putting silicone last. it should be first. food-grade silicone is probably insertion-safe, but the reason it's last on the list is that it's hard to find food-grade silicone items in the right shape lol.

now for some ideas of common items that might work/be easily concealable or explainable:

those big bubble wands (plastic). empty them out first lmao. make sure the bottom of the tube, where it was likely cut from the assembly line, doesn't have any weird rough edges. bonus points that you can put a bullet vibe in it if you have one, and if it's too light to fuck satisfyingly, try putting something heavier inside :)

the world of guasha and acupressure massage implements is wide and varied lol. from amazon, here is a steel one that's plain and simple. if you like odd shapes, here's whatever this is.

one of the pitfalls of household insertables is the shape; they're often ramrod-straight, which a vagina isn't, and rigid, so they don't bend to you. if you're confident in your pelvic floor strength, i recommend these guys! you may not exactly be able to fuck yourself with them, but they're an excellent way to feel full :)

check out the handle on this dude. is this anything? hell if i know lmao.

i've found pervertables on amazon before by just searching "[material] tools" or "[material] [shape]" or just in general typing in the material, then clicking around in random sections of Amazon and seeing what pops up! i've also found them by just wandering around stores and looking at objects in the context of what they'd feel like inside me, or being used to hit me, etc.

now for some actual, purpose-made toys that are discreet from Etsy:

carrot lmao. it's expensive, and i think primarily meant for anal insertion, but there you have it.

here's a simple but effective idea. why sacrifice good, plain function when you could just hide it well instead?

toy disguised as a paperweight with a DP option :)

i guess you could reasonably claim that this one was a gag gift or something. maybe get one of those little silicone hand puppets shaped like a real dino head and put it on there when you're not using it.

tis the fucking season!

dear lord. this is how i used to hide my weed lol. listen, i'm begging you, at least once it would be so funny to pretend this dog is a representation of me and i'm holding ur dick for you and looking at u with them sad puppy eyes okay?

hear me out, stay in this space with me; consider just hiding your dildo really effectively. here / are / some / really neat stash boxes i found on etsy. afaik the teddy ones are easy to diy; i made mine by cutting a hole in the bum of a big old stuffed pig i had and packing in my entire weed jar and then refilling it lol.

i hope this helped, or at least gave you some ideas! thank you for asking! <33

[ticklygiggles]

For the You & I event, can I request something with Asmo x reader from Obey Me, if possible nsfw? If not then sfw is fine! Congrats!

[You & I event - entries closed!]

A/N: After Tickletober, we're back to this lil event, we only have one fic left! I hope you enjoy this, anon!

Words: 900+

This is a n$fw piece!

“N-Ngh… Ah! Haaah! W-Wait, ah- ahahaha! I sahahaid not thehehere!”

“Oops, I keep forgetting, Asmo!”

“You lihihittle liahahar- nahahaha!”

You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush as Asmo giggled and laughed underneath you, your hands lightly brushing against his shoulder blades.

Asmo had prepared everything to make your night of self-care even more intimate and romantic. After you had taken a relaxing bath together with rose petals and a body wash that left your skin smelling like lavender and chamomile, Asmo had quickly prepared a hydrating facial mask for the two of you. Right away, he had put a million essences, serums and creams on your face and under your eyes before putting on his own. 

He seemed to be in a hurry and you even felt a little offended and sad, thinking that he wanted to get rid of you quickly that night, but when he patted your cheeks three times so that all the products were absorbed properly, he excitedly took out some essentials oils, saying that you and him were going to have a lot more fun than ever.

He had massaged you so nicely you were sure you fell asleep a couple of times, but you were wide awake when it was his turn, you definitely wouldn’t let him down after he pampered you so nicely.

Asmo had taken off his bathrobe happily, laying on his stomach over his bed, his arms pillowing his head. You straddled him, pouring the essential oil in your hands and rubbing it to warm it up. Asmo had moaned as soon as your hands pressed against his shoulders and you giggled, blushing at the sounds he was making. 

“Does it feel nice?” 

You had asked and Asmo could barely answer you between sighs and moans, his muscles relaxing under your tender, but firm touch. Everything was perfectly fine, you heard his breathing slowing down from time to time, and he made pleased sounds whenever you rubbed at a knot on his shoulders, however, you had forgotten Asmo had a sensitive back and not exactly sexually sensitive, but-

“It reheheally tihihickles!”

He was ticklish.

“Ahasmo! I’m just massaging your lower back! It cannot be that ticklish, can it?”

“Ihihit ihihis! You’re doing it too lightly and- AHAHAHA!” His laughter was so funny and cute, you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. 

You really weren’t trying to tickle him, it had been a pure accident. You thought lightly scratching his back would relax him too and it did, at least until you reached his lower back; as soon as your fingernails started to scratch that spot, Asmo had broken into loud laughter, his body squirming slightly, trying not to push you off him. 

You giggled, sliding your nails up his back to that muscle near his neck that had him shaking his head and kicking his legs. “It seems so! And I know you are enjoying every moment of it, Asmo.” Asmo nodded, laughing louder as your tickly touch moved to his neck. “Maybe if you admit you’re loving it, I’ll continue.”

“It is not my fault you are so ticklish,” you said and even though your first intentions weren’t tickling him, now you certainly were tickling him on purpose and he was laughing wholeheartedly. “Now, relax, I’m trying to massage you here.”

“You ahahahre sohohoho mehehean! My bahahack is reheheally tihihicklish!”

“I lohohove ihihit! Plehehease, tihihickle me mohohore- ah!” A moan left his lips when your hands pressed firmly against his back again, massaging him properly. “Darling, you said you would- ahahahaha!”

Your firm touch was replaced again by the gentle scratching and Asmo was laughing again, squirming and trying to keep his arms up and under his head, but then the tickling stopped one more time and you massaged him again. The combination of firm massage and tickly touches were working wonders on Asmo, if the circling of his hips meant anything. 

“Is someone getting excited?” You teased, leaning down to whisper against his ear. “Are you enjoying your tickles, Asmo?”

Asmo moaned, his cheeks were flushed and a thin layer of sweat was covering his forehead. The Avatar of Lust strained his neck to look at you and you shivered, seeing the lustful thirst in his eyes, a bright smiling pulling at his lips. 

“Y-Yes, my love,” he said breathlessly. “You always make me feel so, so good, please, don’t stop, dohohon’t stohohop!” 

Your hands moved to his sides, your fingernails scribbling against the sides of his ribs and his waist, making him shriek and moan your name over and over. You bit your lips, feeling heat pooling under your belly button just listening to how good Asmo was feeling thanks to your touch.

“I'm gohohoing to cuhuhum!” He suddenly said and you gulped.

“Yes, I don't doubt it,” you mumbled, grabbing one of his wrists and pulling it up above his head, your free hand quickly finding his armpit, making him cry with laughter as his body started to tremble. "I'm c-cuhuhuming! Wahahait! Nnghhh!"

Asmo cried as he quickly reached his peak, his hips grinding hard against the bed as your fingers kept working their magic on his sensitive body. His laugh had died down as he moaned in pleasure, his body tensing and trembling with the strength of his orgasm. 

“This is going to be fun, Asmo.”

After a couple of seconds, his laughter was heard again, this time louder and more desperate as your fingers dug and wiggled into his underarm.

“HOHOHOLD OHOHON! Wahahahait plehehease, I juhuhust cahahame!”

You smirked, how was this so hot? “Didn’t you say you wanted me to tickle you more?”

“Ihihi’ll cuhuhum agahahahin!”

You hoped he did. The night had barely started after all!