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[lovelynim]

"Are you ticklish, Moze?" "M-Master Jiao, stop it... please...

AHHHHH I'm so glad to share this commission with you guys!!

This amazing piece was created by @tsukiharu, which I thank for taking in my request and doing it so amazingly

[ppystkposts]

This is a commission do not use or trace

THANK YOU SO MUCH @xsezzie FOR COMMISSIONING MEE

(3 slots still open for october)

[chibimochii]

A Lost Gamble.

Aventurine x Dr Ratio x Sunday

Doodle post!! It's a bit messy but ugh these characters... umu

Sorry Aven, but I cannot NOT see Sunday as a non mean ler. At least for now.. but now one has motivation to get revenge on that smug soft (fake) face

[torygama]

HEY HEY, LOOK!! @rand0m-s1nner DREW ART FOR ME

AAAHHHHH, I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS

(I was allowed to post this)

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 9: Death Spot

Lee!Blade x Ler!Jing Yuan

*Warning for bondage and mentions of death

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���How is the prisoner holding up?” The General asked, walking around the man bound in chains, his wrists shackled to the ceiling, his feet to the ground.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan. I have business to do elsewhere.” Blade retorted, eyes narrowing at the figure circling him.

“You will be let go, I’m sure. But you still must face trial. I have actually come here to move you to a more comfortable cell. I’m sure you don’t enjoy being chained up like this, yes?” He asked softly, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the bound man, looking him up and down.

Blade stayed silent, not offering a response to the man who brought him here, fervently avoiding his amber gaze.

Jing Yuan sighed, shoulders relaxing as he tried to change the subject. Blade had already been interrogated – it was better to talk to him, see what he’s been up to. “Have you found the thing you’ve been searching for? Death?” He frowned at his old friend, past memories filling him with melancholy.

The Stellaron Hunter returned his gaze, eyes focused on the ground as he offered his answer. “No, I have not…I’m not him, Jing Yuan.” 

“I’m aware.” He said woefully, his frown deepening as more memories flooded into his mind – memories of happier times with his friends. “I could help with what you seek, though,” He suggested, walking to the back of Blade, his eyes wandering over his muscular form. “I happen to remember certain situations where you said ‘you’re killing me’...”

Blade’s eyes widened as he felt a finger swipe up his back, the chains rattling as he twitched. “Jing Yuan, I am not-”

“You are not him, yes. However, you share the same body…and I happen to remember it very well.” He said with a smirk, his hands wrapping around the other’s sides. Squeezing and kneading into the soft muscle.

“J-Jihing Yuahan! Stohop thihis!” The man demanded, twitching left and right as much as the bindings would allow as the hands crept up to his lowest ribs, then back down to his hips. Past memories flooded into his own mind, of laughing under his lovers’ hands, begging and pleading as they played with him. A blush crept over his face at the memories.

“But, as I said, you mentioned this particular activity ‘killed you,’ even if you admitted you loved it later…” He chuckled, strong hands prodding at the ribs and between them, one by one as if he was counting them and the spaces between.

“NoHohO! LeHehEt me gOhoHo!” blade pleaded, a whine slipping out as he felt the hands creeping higher and higher. He blushed at the General’s words, remembering exactly the moments he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t hate this, he did however, find it extremely unpleasant, not to mention demeaning.

“As I said, I am sure you will be let go after your trial. Now, if I remember, you said your ‘death spot’ was right-”

“YAHAHAH SHIHIHIHIT!”

“-here.” The sleepy general chuckled, his fingers scratching into the outstretched armpits as the rattling chains mixed with the song of laughter echoing throughout the chamber. The focused on the centers of the defenseless pits before scribbling around them, from just below the strong biceps to the highest of ribs. “I have missed hearing your laughter, I must say.”

“JING YUAHAHAN! STOHOHOHP! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The prisoner begged, his head thrown back in laughter as he was tickled. He pulled at his arms, though the chains pulled them tight. He attempted to move his legs, though they were chained to the floor, not able to move. All he could do was take what the general gave him, and hope he could spare a shred of mercy as tears of mirth formed at the corners of his eyes, his blush deepening at the humiliating situation, yet he still could not say he hated it, as for the first time in a while, happy memories resurfaced.

“I will, but first I want to see – can one truly die of laughter, or did you always just say that so we would stop?”

[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 7: Fidget

Pairing: Lee!Reader, Ler!Sunday – Romantic

Word count: 789

[notes: ehehe I love Sunday sm eheheh im gonna pull for him when he’s playable. I think this is my favorite fic I wrote ehehhe. and if I did the calculations and if im right, then his drip marketing will perfectly align with the day i’m posting this ᕙ(  •̀ ᗜ •́  )ᕗ]

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Fidget, fidget, fidget…

“[Y/N], are you alright?” Sunday’s voice was lanced with concern. His usual aloof appearance was replaced with a softer and gentler expression. One that only you get to witness.

You two were waiting outside the meeting hall where an important conference would be held in a few minutes. You being a close companion of Sunday and his significant other, allowed him the chance to invite you to experience (suffer) the meeting with him (he didn’t want to do it alone). There is currently no one else in the waiting room other than the two of you, the silence didn’t help with your growing nerves.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. I’m just not really used to getting ready for something so… important and fancy. Hehe…” You shuffle around and play with the hem of your shirt. 

Fidget, fidget, fidget…

An idea popped up in Sunday’s head “Well dear, I do have a method that could help you calm down.” His tone was teasing, but you were too caught up in the idea to notice his the cheeky grin growing on his face. “Really? What is it? How does it work?”

Sunday merely chuckled at your actions and brought you into a tight hug. The action was warm and intimate, it brought you immediate comfort and reassurance, making you lean further into the Halovian’s embrace; it made you feel safe and protected. That was until you felt a ticklish feeling next to your ears. You peak your eyes open only to see that Sunday was using the wings behind his ears to tickle your ears. “eheehe- S-Suhuhnday-”

You try and wiggle out of his ticklish embrace but his grip is strong, but not uncomfortable. “Is my method helping you, angel?” Sunday teased, you would be lying if it wasn’t helping with your nervousness but it was just that you were too ticklish! You blush at his velvety smooth voice, you had always liked the way Sunday talks. Suddenly, your train of thought was cut off when you felt fingers gently probing and scribbling along your sides. “W-WahahaiehEHEHt SUhuhndahaAHy! ah-AHahahahah”

The charming man’s face was graced with a gentle smile, he always enjoyed listening to your laughter. He slowly climbed his fingers to your ribs, vibrating his fingers between each bone, all while tickling your ears with his wings. You buried your face into his neck in an attempt to muffle your laughter, scared that someone may overhear your playful banter. “EhehehHEHEh w-wahahait- I-ihiht tihihickles! G-gahAHaha” 

The combination of his feathery soft tickles on your ears, along with the precise fingers prodding and scribbling your sides made your mind melt into a puddle. “I’m sure it does, my dear. I believe that was my intention from the start.” Sunday chuckled, oh how you wish you could hear more of his laughter.

You tried to retaliate by reaching towards his hips to try and tickle him back, knowing it was one of his worst spots. However, he was faster. “Ah ah ah, my love~. None of that, please. This is for you.” He caught you in the act and tickled you faster, making you slam your arms back down to your sides to try and block his tickling hands. But unfortunately, you had only trapped his hands against your armpits and ribs. 

Sunday smiled in amusement “Love, be sure to keep quiet, I would hate it if someone else were able to hear your beautiful laughter.” Sunday’s teasing only made you blush harder, hiding your face deeper into the crook of his neck to try and muffle your giggles. 

“WAH- AHahaAHA! *snort* SUHUhndahAHAY” You snorted. You could feel Sunday’s heartbeat getting faster as you squirmed in his grasp, he loved how adorable you were. But alas, you were too busy being tickled silly by man to realize fully. He leaned down a little, bringing his head close to yours and you felt a kiss land on your nose. He used this opportunity to remove his hands from your ribs and move his wings to tickle your neck.

The sound of your light-hearted giggles filled the empty waiting hall. The sight of you being flustered by just a few simple touches along with words from your lover made his heart flutter, encouraging him to continue using his ‘relaxation method’.

After a few more minutes, Sunday decided to have mercy on you, stopping his ticklish attack but still keeping you in his arms. You felt a gentle kiss placed on the top of your forehead, followed by Sunday’s soothing voice of reassurance and how you’ll be alright during the meeting. After all, you were going in with the head of the oak family’s support. Maybe you didn’t mind this calming method that much.

[xsezzie]

Fox and the Crow

I just noticed that this will be my first proper fic written for Honkai Star Rail... I must spend too much time making ideas in my head or in DMs.

Pair: Jiaoqiu x Moze Words: 701 Warnings: It's tickling?, Swearing

Moze traced the soft ears in front of him, feeling the muscle twitch beneath his fingers. He became mesmerised by the movement and how tender they were. Of course, the person who owned these ears was not pleased.

“M-Moze stop that! It tickles!” Jiaoqiu complained, but made no effort to move. He was surprised he was able to feel such a sensation. It sent shivers down his back and made him squirm as he sat on the floor between the Shadow Guard’s legs, eyes trying to focus on a cooking show he was watching.

His protests fell on deaf ears, as Moze was in his “zone”, at least that is what he and Feixiao called it.

The Foxian squirmed again as Moze’s fingers gently scratched the crook at the base of his ears, making him shake his head. “Moze!”

“Oh… are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes! Well… not that type of uncomfortable… it tickles so cut it out.”

“I didn’t think you would feel it…”

“Neither did I!” Jiaoqiu whined, his face now red.

Out of curiosity, Moze slid his fingers under his friend's arms to test his armpits. No reaction at all.

“Nice try, but I can’t feel that… What about you little Mozey?” Jiao smirked and tried to jump on top of the assassin, who quickly turned invisible and slinked away.

“Dang it Moze!” Luckily, his eyes were sharp enough to catch his shadowy friend in this form, pulling him back to the sofa and wrestling with him. “I am too old for these games, now be a good bird and stay still so I can try this.”

Moze grumbled, still holding Jiaoqiu’s hands away with ease. But the Fox has more appendages than Moze has hands, which caused the Crow to drop his shroud as he felt the tip of Jiao’s tail softly trace into one of his armpits.

“N-No…”

“Yes~”

He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the ticklish sensation building, threatening to course through his body.

“Coochie coochie coo! Come on Moze~ I can feel your arms getting weaker.” Jiaoqiu wiggled his tail a little faster.

A soft whimper escaped the guards mouth as the giggles began to bubble to the surface. He used one hand to push against Jiao’s chest while the other arm shot down to clamp the tip of his tail in an attempt to make him stop his tickling. “Stop that…”

“Aha!” The healer was able to start tickling his friend properly now, gripping his sides and softly gliding his nails over the thin tank top he was wearing.

“PFF- Jiao stohohop!!”

“I have never heard you laugh like this, it’s music to my ears~”

“Ahahahahaha~ Jiaoqiu!!”

The Foxian couldn’t help but smile down at his normally stoic friend, his face was adorned with red hue and his body squirmed beneath his fingers and the tip of his tail. Finding sensitive spots all over his torso as Moze kept trying to turn himself invisible again to escape.

“Gahahahahaha!! Jiaooo!!! This feels… hahahahahaha!!”

“Ticklish? Well yes, that is what tickling does my friend. I must say, laughing and smiling is a nice look on you.”

“Fuhuhuck you!!”

Jiaoqiu laughs, gently pushing up Moze’s shirt to get his stomach directly. This only causes more squirming and laughter as he panics.

“HAHAHA DON’T YOU DARE!”

“I have to find out your weakest spots so I can tell Feixiao~”

Moze shakes his head wildly, laughing too hard to be able to protest as Jiao’s tail brushes over his stomach and into his bellybutton, all while his fingers are exploring his ribs. 

He bucks and sends them both tumbling to the floor, finally pinning Jiaoqiu under him as he pants and regains his composure.

“Menace…”

“Adorable.”

The pink haired man tries to use his tail again, tracing the back of Moze’s leg. However, it is quickly stomped on to prevent any movement.

“Ouch! That was rude.” Jiao huffs.

“Do that ever again, and I will assassinate you along with Feixiao.” Moze threatens, though the soft look in his eyes shows he is not serious about harming the fox. Instead his fingers return to his ears as he pouts from embarrassment.

“Ah! Moze dohohon’t!!”

[13thedream]

Characters: (Lee) Sunday, (Ler) Kafka

a/n: this is based off of the Idea that Sunday joined the Stellaron Hunters. I have not done the most recent quest yet - only partially proofread, and my first fic, so do not make fun of it, please. But constructive criticism is encouraged

words: 1,5k

Sunday has had a headache all day today, and his eyes felt sore.

It was no doubt the fault of him staying up for most of the night tearfully, but he was sure that these people played a part in it.

They are unfamiliar; they hardly know him and he hardly knows them. And yet, here they are behaving as if he’d always been a part of the “family”. Arms slung over his shoulders, going out to places as well… Aren’t they meant to be an elite group, the feared and despised Stellaron Hunters? No doubt powerful, and yet, they had so much time on their hands to still be silly.

It is safe to say he is not used to such treatment. Relaxing, sitting back and doing nothing, having fun - yet he is neither relaxed or having fun. The thought of his sister laid heavy in his mind - the way she looked so tired on the television, and it tugged at his big brother instincts to sometimes see her wings not preened.

Sunday sighed quietly, his face buried in gloved hands as he leaned back against the sofa he sat on. He regrets now not bringing any of his books, or his journal; then again, he had to leave in such a rush, there simply was no time.

A tiny breeze fluttered the feathers of his left wing, and it twitched. He ignored it, groaning as he burdened himself with thoughts of his sister. What if she’s not feeding herself properly? What if she’s spending her nights crying?

Another breeze, another twitch.

Maybe she hates him. No- Robin would never, yet he found himself wishing she would. He hates himself so much, and he’s just pulling her down with him.

“...day.. Sunday.-” Something delicately traced down his wing, and Sunday would forever deny the startled, squeaky “eep!” He had let out. He whipped around, golden eyes wide, meeting the even and somewhat curious gaze of Kafka.

She was smirking; he felt his cheeks heat up at his own embarrassing reaction - and his damned wings were now curling around his cheeks too, as if he were some shy child hiding his face.

Clearing his throat, Sunday spoke, “..Good afternoon, Miss Kafka,” A polite greeting, choosing to move past what had just happened.

“Hey, angel,” she replied, that stupid smirk never leaving, and he felt his skin prick from the nickname. Angel? Audacious to call him anything other than his own name - yet, he held no power here, so he may as well accept it.

Kafka continued to speak casually, “I’ve been calling your name for a while. D’you wanna have dinner with us later?”

Sunday huffed quietly at the thought alone. Dinner with that barbaric swordsman, the moving suit of armor, a literal cat, and the girl who can’t put her phone down? Forget it. The most normally behaving person there would be Kafka, and that’s saying a lot.

“No.” Sunday grumbled, before clearing his throat once more and fixing himself, “...No, thank you. I will get my own.”

Kafka merely shrugged one shoulder, propping up her face on a hand as she observed him. When had she sat down beside him? Sunday met her gaze for a couple of seconds before glancing away, feathers puffing up. What does she still want?

“No problem. You seem tense,” the woman commented offhandedly, and he looked back out of politeness.

“How could I not be?” Sunday replied, tone cool and curt. Kafka shrugged again, raising one eyebrow as she observed him a moment longer.

“Fair point. But no one’s coming after you here, y’know?” She pointed out, and he huffed; of course he knew that. They’re in the middle of Xipe-Knows-What, in Xipe-Knows-Where.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’m more worried about the company here than anybody looking for me.” Sunday watched reproachfully as Kafka’s expression turned into one of amusement, as well as a mischievousness which had him tensing up further.

“Ah? How come? We’re a loving family here.” She replied, and they could both tell that she was just messing around now. They both knew why.

Sunday sighed, “Well, I don’t feel the slightest bit safe with that swordsman - constantly looking as though he'd strike me down if he had the chance. And that girl is a nuisance. It feels as though her entire personality is just, “Games this,” And “Hacking that,”.” He snorted out - and he felt himself lighten a bit at Kafka’s huffed out laugh.

“...Sam is most likely the most tolerable person,” Her smirk never left for the entire conversation - does this woman even know any other facial expressions..?

“And you are… Hm.” She looked even more smug than usual for a moment at his hesitance, and he grumbled out, “..Mysterious, I suppose. I dislike how unpredictable you get.”

Kafka was silent for a good long moment, just staring at him, before she chuckled, “Might I remind you, Birdie, that you are not so normal for yourself.”

She reached out again, while he was looking elsewhere, and dragged a finger down one of his wings lazily.

Sunday yelped.

His wing flapped, and he whipped around to face her again, cheeks on fire. “Would you please stop that?” He politely snapped, eyebrows furrowing.

She observed, he shifted, trying to cool down his cheeks.

“You’re ticklish,” Kafka finally mused out, tone thoughtful. Sunday sputtered, cheeks ablaze, a huge difference from his usually stoic, cool demeanor.

“What? No. What-? I was just caught of guard.” He replied, shifting away from her on the sofa. Perhaps he should try to respectfully make his leave-

“You laughed a little bit,” Kafka hummed, her eyes narrowing, a nearly predatory look behind them.

“I did not,” Sunday denied, frowning.

“You did.” Kafka’s already smirking lips began curving upwards even further.

“I am not ticklish. Where did you even get that from? Your claim makes little to no se–”

“Alright. Let’s prove it.” Kafka said, and before his brain could even process her words, two hands were firmly gripping his sides, fingertips digging into the flesh.

Sunday let out a surprised, “Aah-ha!” Falling back onto the sofa and attempting to squirm away. It did not tickle so terribly - yet single nerve felt as though it was on fire, and his embarrassment worsened with every little squeak which escaped his lips. He hated his laugh, and he was now sure he hated this damned woman, and her damned smirk, and her damned hands.

“Wait- Wait! Wahahait!” He cursed himself, giggles slipping into his words. His body was jumping, hands reaching down to try and push her’s away, but to no avail. She easily dodged all of his attempts, hands squishing at the sides of his stomach now, only worsening the sensations.

“Gah! Ahahaa! Wahait!” Kafka was smirking, watching the usually uptight Halovian fall apart just from a few touches. His body spasmed when she got closer to his belly, and she chuckled.

“So much for not ticklish, hm?” She hummed out, that predatory glint still in her eyes. He was blushing hard, his laugh a bit awkward - probably from not being genuinely used in so long - and his smaller pair of wings were busy trying to cover up his face.

What an adorable sight.

Her hands teased his belly for a few moments longer, before lowering down on it. Sunday squealed, blushing a dark red now as he lowered his hands to block his sensitive stomach, panting. He heard Kafka click her tongue.

“K-Kafka, thahat’s–!” Suddenly, her hands were in his underarms, those horrid nails scratching at the exposed skin.

“AAah! Kahafka!” He cried out loudly, tone becoming more and more high pitched the longer this went on. His arms slammed down, trying to fruitlessly guard his vulnerable underarms, but that just pushed her hands in deeper, digging into the centers.

His wings were quivering, both sets, and he bucked up wildly. His hair was becoming a mess and his clothing ruffled. Mirthful tears sprung up in his eyes, threatening to fall down his red cheeks, and his chest heaved.

Kafka scratched in his underarms a moment longer before removing her hands altogether, recognizing his limit. She was still smirking, and he breathlessly glared at her.

“...Ruhude.” He panted out, titters still escaping every here and there.

Kafka only smirked, “You had many chances to say stop. You didn’t.”

His cheeks lit up again - Great Xipe, he’d never get over this embarrassment. What’s worse is that she is absolutely correct.

Sitting up, Sunday muttered a quick, “Be quiet..” as he tried to smooth down his clothes. He felt much lighter now, he realized. Not so tense anymore - yet despite that, he still glared at Kafka before moving off of the sofa.

Well. Now he has to go hide in the bathroom for a couple of hours. And possibly die from the embarrassment.

“Excuse me,” he grunted out, and hid his tiny smile in his wing as he left. Kafka replied casually, as if she hadn’t just tickled him senseless, “Seeya.”

Weird - his headache is gone too.

[cooldudesthings]

Mechanical findings

Notes: this is my first fic I suck at writing so bear with me on this i was bored outta my mind idk what to put on the title so i did the first thing that came to mind

Warnings:tk fic if you don’t like it don’t read it

Lee: Boothill

Ler:mechanic reader

Boothill found himself locked into your work table, a giggly mess. He needed to have a few wires looked at near his sensors. When you looked at the wires, taking notice of the dust and dirt close to some of the sensors, you took a can of compressed air, put the straw on it, and stuck it near a sensor. Gently pressing down on the trigger to have the air not be too much for the sensor, little did you and Boothill know that he'd be able to feel ticklish. But now that you know, you decided to mess with him a bit.

"C'mon Boot, you can't be this sensitive," you coo as you continue blowing the air around the sensors.

"Y/N! Snrk-quihihit ihihit I swehehar," Boothill laughed between words, his face painting itself a pretty crimson. To think a mechanical cowboy could be so ticklish added to his embarrassment. He was plotting his revenge against you as his pleas for mercy fell on your deaf ears.

"Awww, does it tickle more here or here?" you tease as you switch between sensors, loving every second of his laughter as you drive him up the wall.

"Gahahad stohohohop ihihihit mehehercy!!!!" Boothill cried out, becoming desperate for it to end.

You chuckled as you continued to mess with his sensors a bit more before stopping and closing him up. You hit the button for the table to release him and bolt out of the room, giggling as you knew he was going to get his revenge one way or another.

[golden-chiivalry]

tickle-tober day ten - spidering (moze x jiaoqiu)

🪸 ;; pairing -> lee!moze x ler jiaoqiu ;

🪸 ;; fic type -> written to be romantic, but can be seen as platonic, small 2.5 trailblaze mission spoilers ;

🪸 ;; warnings -> none ;

🪸 ;; author’s note -> i love. moze and jiaoqiu sm. they’re together on my team (along with aven and argenti) and i just love them sm. hoyo give me more moze eidolons

tickle-tober masterlist

ao3

the first thing that could be heard from jiaoqiu’s home was a muffled shriek, followed by (barely suppressed) hysterical giggles.

ever since the yaoqing trio returned home, moze has been practically glued to jiaoqiu’s side.

the foxian wanted to get groceries? moze’s right there, carrying his bags and helping him shop.

walking home? moze is trailing after him, watching from one shadow only to move to another to observe the foxian further.

cooking? moze does it for him.

cleaning? moze does that too.

at this point, he’s like an unpaid caretaker!

“j—jiaoqiuhuhu!” moze giggled, alternating between swatting at the healer’s hands gently and covering his face to muffle his laugher. “stohohohop it!”

“i’m afraid i cannot.” jiaoqiu chuckled, continuing to spider his hands over the shadow guard’s ribs. “for you see, moze, ever since we’ve returned you’ve been helping me out dutifully. i simply wish to return the favour!”

“buhuhut youhuhu’re nohot hehelping mehehe!” the grey haired male wheezed

“i am!” jiaoqiu chirps, his hands moving to spider at moze’s exposed tummy, giggling as the shadow guard shrieks once more and starts to laugh hysterically. “you’re awfully tense. as your physician, i believe a simple massage will help!~”

“jiaohoho!! nohohohohoho!” moze whines. whines! oh, this is precious! “youhuhur clahahahaws are sohoho bahahad!”

“ah, my claws?” the foxian smiled, his tail thumping against the ground happily. “apologies, my dear patient, but they’re a necessity. now, where was i? ah, spidering my hands over your ribs, yes!”

“nohoHOHOho!! nohohohohot thehehe rihihibs agahahain!”

[gabe-76]

/throws lee Aventurine

Now lemme rest

[lovelynim]

"C-Cahahaelus! T-This isn't fuhuhunny!" "No? Then... why are you smiling so much, hm?"

Another commission, this time made by the amazing Miauzi, featuring Dan Heng and Caelus, my beloved babies ~

[ppystkposts]

This is a commission. Do not use or trace

The commissioner decided to remain anonymous

Thank you so much for commissioning me ( ´∀`)/~~

[riisume]

I rise from the grave to celebrate pulling Imbibitor Lunae last night on my first 10 pull with a doodle that took me maybe 45 minutes to draw.

I've been a bit hyperfixated on the fact that Dan Heng's ears could be super ticklish... (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

He made a huge mistake coming home cuz he's probably gonna see a lot more of this treatment. >:^)

[fluffyskies]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental might of gotten inspo from a certain post

I'm using this prompt list! Link

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 2: Soft

Ler!Moze x Lee!Jiaoqiu

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“Mohohoze! M-my ehehars!” Jiaoqiu whined from his place in the other’s lap, his head resting on the muscular thighs as his ears were being massaged and played with.

“Hm? What about them?” Moze asked, a gentle smile slipping out as he watched the foxian attempt to stay still as his first finger and thumb rubbed the thin skin of the fluffy ear back and forth between them, the retainer loving just how soft they were.

Jiaoqiu let out a squeak as the fingers wandered lower, into the bases of his ears, rubbing and lightly fluttering fingertips tickling them as they swished and swatted back and forth, clearly enjoying the attention. “Th-they’re sehensitive!”

“Are they? I hadn’t noticed…” Moze’s voice dripped with sarcasm, his noble hands finally giving the healer a brief respite as they rubbed along his cheek, admiring the soft skin. When they dipped lower, scratching just under the man’s chin, he could swear he felt a rumbling coming from him as his head stretched upward, exposing his chin for more. “Do you like this?”

Jiaoqiu let out a soft sigh, nodding his head as he nuzzled into the thighs under him, and arm coming up to wrap securely around one of the man’s legs. “I love anything you do to me, Moze.” He answered truthfully, red eyes creaking open to look at dark ones, love seeping between them. That is until he saw the eyes wander upwards to those fluffy things adorning the top of his head.

A small smile escaped him with a fond sigh, shaking his head. “You may touch them, if that is what you wish, though you never need my permission to do so. It just seems as though you are rather��distracted by them” He teased, his fluffy pink tail swishing back and forth calmly over the couch.

Moze let out a cough, his cheeks going pink as he was caught staring, his hands stilling. “My apologies, Jiaoqiu. I would…”

A bandaged hand grasped Moze’s, gently guiding it to the top of his head, right onto his ear. “Then don’t let anything stop you.”

And he didn’t, soft giggling and purrs could be heard throughout the room as the silky ears were played with and massaged, another certain foxian rolling her eyes fondly as she looked through a doorway to see the two in the moment, a smile on her lips as she watched them be content together.