#jjba tickle fic

[cringemesstickles]

Joseph Joestar: The Phobia Expert

[TickleTober Day 10: Spidering]

Summary:

Word Count: 2091

Pairing: Josecae implied

A/N: This is my first jjba fic yippeee

I always found it funny how it's canon that Caesar doesn't like bugs, so here we are. :]

(also im posting this on my laptop because mobile tumblr is busted for me rn. so if the formatting looks goofy, sorry :'))

Joseph was on the balcony of Lisa Lisa’s castle, watching the waves dash against the rocks of Air Supplena Island. Despite the gorgeous view, the Joestar was left grumbling and irritated.

“Stupid Caesar… stupid Lisa Lisa… stupid Island…” He huffed, chucking a pebble over the rails.

Of the three things he mentioned, his new training partner took the cake. Joseph had never met someone so insufferable.

Simply thinking about his smug face got under the brunette’s skin even further, bringing him to kick the concrete like an angry child.

“Who does he think he is?! He’s nothing but a-”

Before he could finish that thought, a panicked yell echoed through the halls of the massive building. It was hard to place where exactly it was coming from, but it sounded like it was from… Caesar’s room? And that was certainly Caesar yelling!

In spite of his distaste towards the man, Joseph dropped everything and darted through the halls.

Was Caesar okay?! What was he yelling about?! Were they already under attack?!

Joseph couldn’t get the worried thoughts out of his head. Sure, he hated his training partner… but he didn’t want him to get hurt.

When he reached the Italian’s room, he kicked the door open and frantically scanned the area.

“CAESAR?! WHA-“

But the sight had him stopped in his tracks.

The normally pristine room was now a chaotic mess. The bed sheets were crumpled and peeling off the mattress, pillows were on the floor, the desk was a disorganized sprawl of papers— it was as though Caesar had already been fighting a battle which he was losing terribly.

The Italian was standing on his mattress, holding onto the wall and gasping for air. His normally neat hair was mussed and his skin was a few shades paler than it usually was. His eyes were wide and panicked and… maybe even a little wet.

It looked like a tornado had struck the room, which was NOT how Caesar liked things. 

What the hell happened? It looked like the threat was still present by the state the older man looked.

“CAESAR!! WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE THEY HERE?!” Joseph asked wildly, his eyes scanning rapidly around the room.

Caesar’s head snapped to the door, a bit panicked by the fact that someone else was witnessing this. Nevertheless, he was relieved to have some backup.

“J-Jojo!! The chair!!”

Joseph blinked, his brows knitting in confusion. He looked at the chair, but nothing was there… at least nothing big enough to see from where he was standing. 

He stepped closer…

“CAREFUL, JOJO!!!” Caesar pleaded.

What on earth was the blonde so freaked out about? It must be some sort of invisible- wait…

Joseph froze in his place.

There was no way… no way THAT was what the great Caesar Zeppeli was so freaked out about.

Joseph kept his eyes glued to the spider at the top of the backrest. Sure, it wasn’t a tiny spider by any means… but a SPIDER?! Caesar was a hamon user for crying out loud!

“Um… Caesar?”

“What?! Why aren’t you doing anything?!”

The spider, however, was getting a bit antsy from all the noise happening around it. It started crawling to the back of the chair, and the movement made the poor Italian squeal in terror as he clutched onto the wall with a death grip.

The Brit couldn’t stop the laugh that jumped from his throat. This was just too good…

“Caesar, it’s just a little spider!”

Caesar, however, wasn’t finding this funny in the slightest. He shot the taller man a look of desperation, his eyes wide with terror as they flickered between Joseph and the spider.

“It’s not little, you dolt!!! I-It’s the size of my hand!!!”

Joseph snorted. “Yeah, your palm…”

The spider, oblivious to their conversation, started skittering down the backrest, getting closer to the floor. The sight made the Italian more frantic and he squeezed his eyes shut, a slight waver to his voice.

J-Just kill it or something… anything!!!”

The brunette’s head tilted at that. 

Caesar sounded legitimately distressed… as much as he didn’t like the guy, he couldn’t just let him suffer mentally. 

He sighed and bent over to untie his shoe, taking it off his foot and standing back up. Fearlessly, he strode over to the innocent creature and squished it with a loud thump. He almost felt bad about it, but he knew the Italian wouldn’t calm down unless the thing was dead-dead.

He put his boot back on and stood up, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“There. Nothing but a pancake now.”

Caesar was speechless for a few moments, staring at the little corpse. He eventually exhaled, his shoulders slumping as the tension drained out of his body. As he let the air out, he let his body drop onto the mattress, crossing his legs and burying his face in his hands.

“T-Thanks…” He muttered under his breath.

The Joestar cocked his head to the side, raising a brow. He wasn’t used to seeing his partner like this and he kind of hated it.

Not that he LIKED the guy’s cocky, know-it-all attitude… but seeing him all undone like this? That was worse.

Sure, over his interactions with Caesar, he’d think to himself that he wanted to see the guy undone and break that stupid facade. But he didn’t mean he wanted to see him terrified over a stupid little spider, though it was admittedly kinda funny at first…

“What makes you so terrified of spiders? I mean… you fight nasty, immortal beings, so what’s the deal?”

The question caught Caesar off guard. Joseph sounded legitimately curious… he wasn’t mocking him or anything, just asking a simple question.

“Well, I don’t know. It’s an irrational fear, okay? And it’s all bugs… the way they skitter around… they’re all disgusting and they’ve got too many legs and some of them are slimy and-”

“Alright, alright, point taken.” The Brit cut him off, rolling his eyes. Something inside of Joseph wanted to help… but he wasn’t much for feelings, nor was he a therapist.

But something about that spider gave him a different idea…

Suddenly that signature cheeky grin spread across the taller man’s face as he rose from the chair, striding over to the bed to plop next to the Italian.

“You know, Caesar… I’m a bit of a phobia expert. I bet I can get rid of your weird bug thing in no time!”

Caesar looked over at the cocky look on Joseph’s face, a mixture of annoyance and dread filling his stomach. 

He knew that look… it was the look of someone up to no good.

“Oh yeah? And how do propose we ‘get rid of it?’” He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Close your eyes.”

“Absolutely not”

“C’mooon…” Joseph whined, “just do it!”

The Italian wasn’t easily swayed… not at all. But the guy was offering to at least mitigate his phobia. He knew it was likely a load of crap, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. 

“Fine…” He grumbled, his eyes fluttering shut.

Seeing the shorter man listen to his command, Joseph’s eyes sparkled with mischief. He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers in preparation, then they dove into the blonde’s neck, skittering against the soft skin like the legs of itty bitty spiders.

Caesar’s eyes shot open and he jolted.

“GAH!” He yelped, immediately trying to swat the Brit’s fingers away. “W-What are you doing?!”

The response made Joseph’s heart leap.

“Exposure therapy!” He exclaimed cheerfully, giving a playful wink.

He continued to mimick an insect’s walk with his fingers, spidering his nails along his partner’s neck and occasionally wandering up behind his ears, eliciting uncharacteristic squeaks. The Italian was a mess of giggles, a state the Joestar never thought he’d see him in.

It was quite refreshing. But was it adorable? Absolutely not!

…

Okay, maybe a little…

“J-Jojohoho, stop it, you oaf!” Caesar protested between noises of mirth, bringing his shoulders up to his ears and his chin to his chest, a failed attempt at protecting his ticklish spots.

No matter what he did, the Brit was persistent, digits scrabbling over any spot he could reach. It didn’t matter if his targets were cut off, he’d easily find a substitute.

“No can do, Caesarino! You gotta face your fears!” Joseph snickered, enjoying the Italian’s frantic laughs and snorts.

Caesar was squirming every which way, trying to get the brunette’s hands away from him, but that only seemed to make the tickling more intense.

His cheeks had tinted scarlet by now, the smile on his face more genuine than his usual cocky smirk. His nose was scrunched and his eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look at the taller’s teasing expression.

His attempts at pushing the offending hands away were futile. 

He was a skilled hamon user, sure… but with all the laughter, he couldn’t regulate his breathing. He would surely blow Joseph out the window once this was over though, regardless of whether it was helping or not.

“Q-Quit it!!” Caesar insisted, still batting at the fingers while trying to twist away from them. 

He was also desperately holding back his amusement. He really didn’t want to give the annoying brunette the satisfaction of giving him a good time… even though he kind of already did.

“You know, Caesar… I didn’t exactly peg you as the ticklish type~” The Joestar teased with a mischievous smirk, fluttering his fingers down to the smaller man’s collarbones, earning a loud squeal, which got an amused chuckle out of the tickler.

“S-Stop laughing!!” Caesar huffed, but as soon as the words came out, a wave of bright, hysterical laughter tore from his throat, his head falling back from the strength of them.

What caused this? Joseph had found his ribs.

The spidering gimmick was given up in favor of digging into the sensitive ribcage, the younger man’s eyes lighting up with glee at the dramatic reactions.

“Aw, did I find a good spot?~” He teased with a grin, easily overpowering his training partner due to how weakened he was from the tickling.

Seeing the uptight Italian shrieking and giggling like a little kid was something Joseph couldn’t have predicted. He also couldn’t have predicted how cute it would be…

Why was this so cute?!

Caesar was oblivious to the subtle blush on Joseph’s cheeks as he himself was reduced to helpless flailing and stuttering giggles as those damned fingers dug skillfully between each bone, lighting his nerves on fire with tickly sensations.

He fell back on the bed, still squirming and laughing like a madman.

“M-Mercy…! Plehehease!” He cried frantically, a couple mirthful tears falling down his burning cheeks.

Joseph immediately pulled his hands away, snapped out of his slight daze. He was so wrapped in his own thoughts that he forgot the poor guy needed to breathe and-

Wait… did Caesar just beg for mercy?! He never thought he’d see the day.

The brunette crossed his arms and leaned against the bed frame, giving his training partner some room to calm down. There was a cocky smirk on his face as he watched the normally suave hamon user reduced to a giggly mess.

He was starting to like the guy more than he’d like to admit…

It took a few moments for Caesar to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were still slightly watery from the attack. 

As he sat there gasping, he shot a glare towards Joseph.

“S-stupid idiot…” He muttered breathlessly. But there was no real bite to his words, and the corners of his mouth were upturned in a slight smile.

The sight drew a red hue to Joseph’s cheeks, but he played it off by carrying his playful demeanor.

“Well? Are you still freaking out about that silly spider?”

The question caused Caesar to huff and roll his eyes. He didn’t wanna admit it, but…

“Fine… maybe you’re not totally useless like I thought before…”

Joseph’s grin widened and he was going to make a snarky comment, but something in the Italian’s expression prevented him.

“Thank you, Jojo…”

Caesar’s words made the taller man blink with surprise. His face was overtaken with disbelief and he waited for the Italian to follow it up with a sarcastic remark, but that moment never came.

The man was serious.

“N-No problem.”

When his training partner gave a smile in response, Joseph’s heart leaped.

Maybe Caesar wasn’t so bad after all… maybe Joseph even liked him a little bit.

[giggly-squiggily]

I humbly request Giorno distressing our favorite Capo with tickles. Bruno totally deserves it.

Oh you don't have to tell me twice! *dancy dance* I love Bruno so much, and I love Giorno! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Swearing, very very light restraints (Giorno's stand ability- nothing truly constricting)

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@gladdygirl18 @t-wordiiish

So many zippers…

Giorno knew he was staring- likely an unreasonable amount so, but he couldn’t help it. Bruno’s suit was weirdly hypnotic. Black speckled fabric, the longer he looked at it, the more he realized they were zipper heads. Gold stripes of teeth across various parts of the outfit that logically made no sense, yet still came out incredibly fashion forward. He wondered if the zippers worked or not.

“Can I help you, Giorno?” Bruno hadn’t looked up from his gaze out towards the horizon. Giorno felt himself flush at being caught, suddenly shamed. “You look as if you have questions.”

“I…sorry, Bucchirati. I was just thinking about your suit.”

“My…suit?” Bruno looked back at him. “What about it?”

“It’s just so…odd.” Giorno winced at his lack of word choice. Bruno raised a brow. “Not in a bad way, by any means! I’ve just never seen anything like it! The design especially catches the eye.”

“Oh? Well, thank you.” Bruno seemed pleased by the comment, amused at the younger boy’s ramblings. “Your own suit is eye-catching as well. It’s not everyday you see someone wearing such a getup.”

Was…was he making fun of him? Giorno didn’t know how to feel about it. He cleared his throat before turning back to the horizon, trying not to stare.

It lasted exactly five seconds before he was sneaking glances at the patterns once more.

“Would you like a proper show?” Bruno asked, turning to him completely. Giorno was about to apologize again, but Bruno waved it off. “It’s fine- I am rather fond of this suit. I picked it out for the same reasons.”

“So you also thought it looked like a dalmatian?” Giorno asked, then froze. Oh merde, he let that slip.

Bruno, to his credit, burst into laughter. “Given your love for animals, I’m not surprised that’d be your first thought. I was thinking of dominos myself.” He stretched his arms out and did a slow turn, his back to Giorno to give him the full view. “The zippers were something I had added when it was tailored.”

“Ah..” Giorno nodded, shuffling closer. “Could I touch it?” At Bruno’s nod, he reached out, running his hand against the fabric along his upper back. “Wow, it’s good quality too. Why the zippers though?”

“Surely I don’t need to explain that one to you, do I?” Point taken. Giorno’s eyes caught the glint of the zipper teeth, tilting his head curiously at it. He poked at it, wondering if it was as cold as it looked.

“Eh!”

“Bucciarati?” Giorno flinched back, suddenly concerned. Was he hurt? “Wait..”

“F-Forgive me..I was surprised.” Bruno tried to play it off, but Giorno’s brain was already running a mile a minute. He had jumped, but the sound he made wasn’t one of pain. The spot he poked was rather close to Bruno’s neck…

Feeling bold, he poked again.

“Giorno!” Bruno yelped as he twisted around, eyes narrowed. “What-”

“You’re ticklish?” It wasn’t a question. Red flooded Brunos’ face. Giorno felt himself starting to smile. “Bucciarati…”

“That’s enough of that. As your Capo- Giorno!” Bruno tried to jerk back, but the blonde was fast. Too fast. Bruno’s feet were suddenly wrapped in vines, keeping him in place as Giorno dived behind him. “Release me at o-oohohnce!”

“Whoa, no wonder you’re always gone when Mista and Narancia act up.” The blonde was amazed, grinning as his fingers wiggled along Bruno’s neck. The older man was struggling to escape, scrunched up and slightly bent over. “If they knew just how sensitive you were, they’d be all over you!”

“Doohohn’t assume! I’ihll hahahahve you knhohow I’m rahahther goohohd at tihihickli-eeheheh!” Bruno’s argument was cut short by growing mirth, jumping and twitching at each press and flick of the blonde’s fingers. It didn’t help that the vines by his feet seemed to grow, wrapping around his legs up to his calves and squeezing gently. “Yhohoohu’ll rehehehgret thihihis- ahehahaha!”

“I’ll take my chances.” Giorno chuckled as he dragged his fingers down Bruno’s back, finding the action rather effective. Bruno went from scrunched and giggly to arching sharply with a startled cackle. “Your back is this ticklish?”

“Aheahhaha! Dhohohon’t shahahy thahahaht! Gehahhaha!” Bruno nearly lost his balance from the pokes along his spine. It felt like he was in an elevator, and Giorno was an annoying child who pressed every button from the bottom up. “Rehehehaleahahse me thihihs instahhahnt!”

“Sure- just after I figure out which one of these black dots will get you to scream.” Giorno was rather enjoying himself. How often did their beloved Capo let himself laugh like this? He poked and prodded at all the different dots along the back of Bruno’s suit, relishing the yelps and shouts he let out. “I suspect there’s one that’s especially bad.”

“Ah! Ehehe! Heh! Thehehere ihihisn’t-GAH!”

“Found it!” Giorno dug his index finger into the one aligned with Bruno’s hip, twisting while the older man spasmed and shrieked. “The great tickle spot of Bruno Bucciarati! I’ll keep it a secret for a price.”

“GIHIHIORNO!” Bruno was begging now, cheeks red as beets and laughing near hoarse. “MEHEHERCI! MEHEHEHRCY!” At his please, the blonde did as requested- if not a bit reluctantly. The vines retracted back, acting only as a net to catch Bruno when he stumbled free. When he was steady once more, they returned to normal. “Ehehe..hehehehe…thahahnk you for the sahahve…”

“Didn’t want our Capo to break his nose.” Giorno shrugged, not used to gratitude. Bruno raised himself back up with a long sigh, smoothing down his suit. “I got a little carried away at the end there, huh?”

“Never mind that, it wasn’t out of malicion.” Bruno seemed fine with it. If anything, he looked rather proud. “I believe that’s the first time you’ve done something like this, Giorno. I hadn’t expected such a playful side from you.”

Giorno winced, averting his gaze with a blush. “Forgive me, that was so-”

“I told you, nevermind that.” A hand rested on his shoulder from behind. “I’m glad. For the longest time, you’ve been so stiff around us. I was starting to get concerned. It makes me happy to know you’re not all business.”

“Bucciarati..” Giorno started to smile, looking up-

He found his Capo before him. Smiling the most devious of smiles.

Wait, but if he was there, who was…

Zipper Man. Uh-oh.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be wise of me to not address this. You’re brave, Giorno Giovanna, but like Mista and Narancia in the past, you must learn what happens if you decide to target me.”

Giorno had no time to react before Zipperman’s hands shot out, grabbing his sides and ribs. “Bu-ehahahahahahhaha!”

“Ah youth.” Bruno sat back on the fencing, elbows on knees and folded hands to his smiling lips as he watched Giorno squirm and laugh before him. “So bold, yet so quick to forget. Allow me to remind you just who you’re messing with.”

Thanks for reading!

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[moongeonight]

Boss's "weakness"

Summary: Giorno is having a hard time with being the boss of passion and with some unexpected guests in his office, things become a little chaotic.

A/N: Me writing a fic?? 🤯 I've had this idea in my head for a while so I'm here to share it, Special thanks to @crimsonkingg22 for giving us Lee giorno's content, thanks for the food 🙏🏻

(this is a tickle fic!)

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Giorno was currently signing quite a bit of paperwork in his office as the new boss of passione, it had been going on a little hard for a few weeks but he knew in the end it was necessary.

suddenly he saw that the door opened slightly, he looked at the door but... There was nothing, with a sigh he returned his gaze to the desk and...

"Hi Giorno!"

He was startled by Mista's six bullets stand which were now on his desk, several saying his name and others just playing around.

"Hi!" "Giorno, what a beautiful office you have!" The six bullets said, Everyone talking at the same time that it was difficult to understand what they were saying.

Giorno had a small smile come onto his face when he saw the bullets, He was quite fond of Mista and his little stands.

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

Number 1 was the first to talk "Mista went out without us and he told us to tell you he wouldn't be back for a while"

the other bullets were just doing their own thing, number 6 was spinning around the office and 3 was trying to take a pen from Giorno's desk.

"Huh, ok then, He probably went off to buy some things somewhere, he sometimes do that, And number three don't touch that please" Giorno said as he gently picks up number three and puts it with the other bullets.

Giorno quickly grab all of the bullets up and sets them down on his desk "ok guys... I know you are excited but please stop messing around and calm down"

"Now listen, lunch is for another hour and i really need to finish my paperwork first... ok?"

"aaww...." All the bullets said clearly disappointed "Can we at least stay here? Pleaseeee"

"Huh? oh, i mean i guess you can" Giorno said going back to signing the paperwork.

"But please, just try to stay calm and not mess around, i don't want any chaos to occur ok?"

in fact the pistols were calm... For 5 minutes, before they started talking, floating and even fighting among themselves, Giorno was already used to this and although it was not the ideal he had to keep working, Having the little stands around was almost like having multiple children, Even if they were just parts of an actual person... or whatever the hell the bullets counted as.

Giorno just kept working, sighing and rolling his eyes sometimes when they got too rough or loud.

number 3 and 7 got on an intense argument, eventually they started to fight and they ended up kicking the documents off the desk right in front of giorno.

Giorno looked over at the documents and just stared at them for several moments, He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and he leaned on his desk, covering his face with his hands, he knew that his stress did not come from the bullets, it came from a lot of accumulated work, he really just needed a moment...

All the six bullets saw this and were immediately startled, They all flew off the table and sat on Giorno's head and said all together and sounding desperate, even number 5 start crying.

"WE'RE SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T GET MAD!"

Giorno could feel the bullets on his head and all felt bad, he was just overworking himself although he didn't want to accept it.

"No, no guys, i don't blame you all, i just... need a moment, I'm a little stressed, this whole change of power thing has been hard... just give me a few minutes and I'll be fine" Giorno spoke gently, mad at himself for not working better.

the bullets felt relieved to hear this, but they could still see that he was stressed and they really wanted to help him.

"how do we help Giorno? We don't want you stressed!" Number 2 said out loud, the others ones nodded in agreement, Number 5 was still crying but still nodded.

Giorno was flattered by the little bullets attempt to help him and he smiled slightly, To tell the truth he didn't know if there was any way they could help, the only way they could help would be helping with his paperwork..which they couldn't unfortunately, he didn't know what to say...

The bullets looked at each other, trying to think of a way they could help, that's until they saw how number 3 was floating stealthily near Giorno and since he had covered his face with his hands he had not seen him, number 3 just smiled a little mischievously while getting into Giorno's open chest.

And just when Giorno was going to remove his hands from his face, he felt a light sensation on the top of his ribs, that was when he looked up and realized that number 3 was missing as he soon realized that he had managed to get inside his suit.

"H-hey..! hey w-wait there, it-it tickles-s" Giorno said a little bit surprised as he started to giggle softly and sat up properly.

the bullets also looked surprised for a few seconds but started to laugh at the situation "we didn't know you were ticklish GioGio!"

Giorno stopped giggling for a moment and he got a slightly shy expression on his face, he was surprised that the bullets were finding entertainment in seeing him get tickled, but it wasn't like he was embarrassed, no.

"Ah- well um... yeah i am slightly ticklish" He went quiet, trying to keep a straight face but he couldn't help it, he started giggling again as the feeling of the stand tickling him increased.

number 3 continued to tickle him while he went deeper into his suit, he seemed to want to make sure Giorno had a nice break from the paperwork.

"that's so funny! I would never have thought that the boss of Passione could be so ticklish, what if a enemy use this against you!?" Number 7 said this with "concern".

Giorno could feel how the little tickling kept going, making him giggle even more, he couldn't help but smile and he even had to put a hand on his mouth to calm down a little and speak.

"Ah-haha don't worry...! nobody will know! I-I don't even think anyone would try to t-tickle me in-n a fight" He spoke in between giggles, taking a few breaths.

number 3 stopped tickling him but stayed in Giorno's suit "you're right, but what if they do? We have to make sure no enemies know that you're ticklish."

Number 6 was spinning around with a mischievous smile as he said "oh! oh! I have an idea!"

Giorno raised one eyebrow when number 6 said that, it didn't seem like a good idea but he was curious so he decided to hear the plan.

"hmm i have a feeling i may regret this but, go on... what is the idea?"

"we have to do some tickling training! So if bad people try to tickle you, you'll be prepared!"

Number 1, 2, 5 and 7 nodded and said all together "YEE-HAWWW!" Just immediately after they went to attack Giorno getting into the opening of his chest.

"Ah...! w-wait a sec-ah-ahahaah" Giorno let out a laugh before he could say anything else, he couldn't even stop the other bullets from getting inside his shirt before they started tickling his sides, he tried to push some of the bullets away but they seemed very determined.

"Ahahahahaha! H-hey wait a second guys..! hahaha!" He laughed loudly this time, unable to hold it back anymore, His face had an amused but exhausted expression.

"We have to make sure the training is complete! GioGio needs to be prepared for any evil enemy plans!" Number 5 yelled as the bullets were clearly having fun tickling Giorno.

Giorno was unable to hide the slight desperation in his laughter, he couldn't stand being tickled like this, by these many tiny bullets at once, He tried to speak through his laughter.

"Ahahaha! no nohoho! I appreciate the tra-ahahaha! T-training but-! Aha-hahaha! I th-think i'm going t-to ahahahaha lose my mihihind!"

"Hey! No complaining, this is for your own good Giorno!" Number 1 said in a cheerful playful tone.

Giorno almost yelled in laughter as the bullets started to tickle his armpits, it was a very weak spot that made him go crazy.

"Pfff- hahaha! Nahahahah wait! not my- hahahaha! My armpits! Anything but- AHAHahahaha!! My armpits!"

Giorno started to desperately try and move away from their tickling but they clung onto him tightly, not giving him any chance to escape, He laughed louder but also tried to regain some seriousness and speak.

"A-ahahaha! hey...! I- hahaha! I have to finish paperwork! Stop! Please...! ahahahaha!"

number 2 was pretty quick to respond while giving Giorno an evil smile. "Oh no no no! Your training must be complete first, then and only then will we allow you to go back to your paperwork"

Giorno blushed slightly when he hear this, even feeling flattered again, but this was replaced by desperate laughter as he received another round of tickling on his armpits.

"Ahaha, nohoho ahahahah! Oh-ahahahahaha! C-come ohohon! Please no more! Hahahahaha! My sides...! ahahaha!"

At that moment Giorno thought to himself that he was thankful that no one walked in his office and saw him like this, his reputation would be more than ruined.

"Aahahahah! please! ahahaha! I'm begging you already! hahahahaha! Just give mehehe a-ahahahahaha! A break! Stop already!"

when the bullets were actually considering stopping, the door was kicked open... It was Mista who, apparently, had arrived earlier than expected and upon hearing all the commotion, got worried and burst in.

"What's going on?! I heard what it seem... HEY! BULLETS! what are you doing?!" Mista scream when he see the image in front of him.

Giorno's eyes widened when the door was kicked open and Mista suddenly appeared, he could swear that he got even more red in the face than before, he was already blushing from the tickling but now it just increased more.

He had hoped that no one would see him like this, especially not mista, Even while being tickled so much he mumbled desperately.

"M-Mista!! Help-! ahahaha hehehelp me!"

The bullets stop what they were doing and as soon as they saw the door open and the figure who was there, they began to yell in surprise.

"MISTA!!" The bullets came out of Giorno's suit and flew towards their user, Leaving the poor boy to catch his breath.

"We are training the boss to defend against any enemies who dare to use tickling against him!!"

Giorno let out a sigh of relief when the bullets stopped the tickling, but then he mentally face palmed as he heard the bullets explain why they were Torturing tickling him, he could already see the look on mista's face when he quickly put a hand on his forehead and spoke in a tired and embarrassed tone.

"Ugh... not the best way to explain it guys..."

Meanwhile Mista immediately burst out in laughter when he heard the explanation, He leaned against the wall as he laughed, Never in his life did he think he'd see the boss of Passione being tickled by a bunch of mini stands all over his body... worst of all is that they were his stand.

"Oh... oh man, hahahaha! This is priceless!"

As he just look how Giorno was blushing and all out of breath from all the tickling, it was kind of adorable- wait, no. That's not the point, he had to do something.

Mista chuckled and rolled his eyes before speaking "Don't be ridiculous, That sort of training isn't necessary, Giorno would never let a enemy tickle him! Stop bothering him he need to work!"

the bullets looked at each other, a little sad because they had to stop their fun time with Giorno.

number 6 said almost with a pout in his voice "awwww but we wanted to help Giorno, we're worried about him, he's always so stressed, we just wanted him to have a little break from all the work"

Number 3 jumped into the air before replying with a mischievous smile.

"besides, it was really fun to tickle him!"

"I knew the training thing was just an excuse..." Gionno said muttering under his breath.

Mista shake his head slightly at the bullets reasoning and chuckled at the comment about Giorno never letting a enemy tickle him, but Giorno just stayed silent, clearly flustered and embarrassed by this situation which was not common for him.

"I appreciate the concern but yeah maybe the 'training' wasn't the best idea..." Giorno mumbled with a shy expression, he took a quick breath and spoke again.

"...but i guess if you really want to help now It's better that you guys just let me work..."

The bullets didn't seem too happy about this, they wanted to continue having fun and making Giorno laugh, but the look on mista's face made them realize they didn't have much choice at the moment.

They hovered in silence for a few moments, but number 5 was the one who spoke. "promise us to take a break from work later, okay?"

Sure Giorno was grateful that they were finally listening to him, but at the same time he knew he had to give them a bit of comfort , so he took another deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Yes, yes I promise to take a break later... I swear" He spoke gently and with a slight hint of tiredness in his voice.

Mista smiled upon hearing the exchange between Giorno and the bullets, he was satisfied with the agreement they made and spoke to the bullets.

"All right, you heard the boss, leave him alone, he has work to do" And with that the bullets said goodbye to Giorno and went to Mista's gun.

Giorno smiled slightly when the bullets had finally obeyed, it was sweet how much they cared about him being stressed but he really just wanted to finish his work, although the tickling has distracted him a bit.

"Thanks mista, sorry you had to see that, it was honestly a little... embarrassing"

Mista chuckled once more before replying "Oh don't worry about it, it was actually quite a funny sight to see you being tickled like that by they"

Mista smiled before continuing "But really, who knew you were so ticklish? I mean you're the boss of Passione, I would never have thought-"

"One more word and I'll give you extra work"

[elyuzts-echo]

"It's time for a break, Mr. Capo."

Sum: Abbachio was getting worried about his capo not getting enough rest from the constant workload he gets. So he pays his friend a visit.

(Shoutout to: @crimsonkingg22 for being an absolute queen/king for making lee bruno art, this is my thanks to u!! :33)

Disclaimers:

This is a tickle fic, if you're uncomfy w that sorta stuff then feel free to scroll :)

I have not finished pt 5, so some things might not be realistic as it is in the anime (though I've gotten to the part where passion meets trish so ye :3)

ANYWAYSS-- fic under cut :3

This was Abbachio's cue to open the door. The goth walked into the capo's office and closed the door behind him. His arms crossed. "Mind telling me how long you've been in this office for?" Abbachio asks, an eyebrow raised with a stern tone that has a tinge of concern. The capo paused, looking at him. "...I'm... Not too sure." He says with a slight chuckle, trying to light up the situation.

From seconds to minutes, from minutes to hours, from hours to days, Bucciarati was working in his office 24/7. Abbachio knew that he had a ton of tasks to do, and he trusted the capo to be self-disciplined of himself. But sometimes, the capo seems to forget that he needs rest aswell. This has led to numerous lectures from Abbachio about how the leader needed a break, but it always got nowhere.

Today was one of those days where Abbachio would have to forcefully get Bucciarati to come out of his office to take a break. Abbachio reached Bucciarati's office, knocking on the door. Bucciarati was focusing deeply on some papers until he heard the knocks. He spun around in his office chair to look at the door."Who is it?" He calls out from the room, still focusing on the papers but listening to Abbachio.

Abbachio could tell that Bucciarati was tired but knew that the other male wouldn't admit it. "There's nothing to laugh about now. I'm worried." He says, his hands gently landing on Bucciarati's sides, not thinking about Bucciarati was ticklish.

The Capo flinched, looking at the slightly taller male with a small wobbly smile. The two knew each other for a long time, but never did he think about revealing his sensitivity to Abbachio. The goth raised an eyebrow, looking at where his hands were cupping. "What is so funny? I'm concerned about your well-being." Abbachio says before it finally came to him what was happening. With a bit of confidence, Abbachio squeezed Bucciarati's sides gently, and the other male flinched again, his smile growing.

"Abba- Don't-" The Capo warns, trying to seem serious, but with his goofy smile, Abbachio just smirks. He squeezes Bucciarati's sides again. "Ehek-!" The other male squeaks. Oh no.

"What was that? I told you there was nothing to laugh about." Abbachio says sarcastically, his hands gently continuing to squeeze Bucciarati's sides. After a bit, he said, "You deserve rest soon. Will you promise me that you'll get some rest?" He asks, pausing for a bit to hear the other male's response. "Abbachio- I'm buhusy-" He says, not knowing the consequences.

The moment Abbachio heard Bucciarati's response, he dug his fingers into Bucciarati's sides, scribbling and squeezing. "AHAHA- Ahahabba!" He squeals, his body moving as if he was a fish that came out of the water. The Capo was incredibly ticklish.

Abbachio just smirked at this, continuing to tickle him. "I take back what I said, there is something to laugh about now." He says with a calm yet teasy tone. His hands slowly sliding up to Bucciarati's ribs, clawing there gently with his black painted fingernails. "Why are you so mysterious? I've never known this about you..." Abbachio teases into Bucciarati's ear, making Bucciarati 10x more ticklish and flustered. "SI FEHERMI, PER FAVOREHAHA!" (Stop please) The capo laughs.

Abbachio just shakes his head. "Not unless you get some rest." Abbachio says. "I Hahave work to doho!" Bucciarati retorts. "That can wait." Abbachio shrugged, before going a bit rougher on the Capo, while not making him uncomfortable.

As much as Bucciarati hated this, he felt grateful whenever Abbachio were to drag him out of his office for a break. The Capo was always blind to realize that he too, also needed rest. Abbachio was usually pissed at him for not getting sufficent rest because of his work, but now? Abbachio seems quite cheeky as he found something new about his leader.

"STAHAHAP PLEAHASE-" Bucciarati pleaded once more, as he was about to give up. Abbachio gently chuckled and removed his hands from his sides and ribs.

"It's time for a break, Mr. Capo. Are you going to take one now, or do you need more persuasion?" Abbachio leans closer to Bucciarati's ear, his warm breathe tickling the other male's ear gently. "Sì, sì.." Bucciarati finally answered, leaning back in his office chair, but suddenly flinched from another poke from Abbachio. "Come on, let's go out of this office. Let's have some coffee downstairs." Abbachio gently takes Bucciarati's hand and pulls him out of his chair, walking with him to close the office door and go downstairs for a well-needed break for the two.

Thanks to Abbachio's newfound discovery, he has found a more better and effective way to get his capo to have a break from work. Inside of Bucciarati's mind, he hopes he could get back at Abbachio soon. Though not sure if Abbachio is ticklish though. We might just never know.

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End!!! :333

[goth1clee]

Polnareff x male reader

Summary: you are the newest member of the SDC, who joined shortly after iggy did. Similar to kakyoin and polnareff, you were an enemy stand user turned ally, who also wanted to defeat Dio. (This fix does contain tickles so if you don’t like it then scroll).

Tw: not many, mention of people changing and being shirtless

Word count: 1885 words

“Good morning y/n. I hope you slept well.”

You awoke to the sound of Advol and Joseph cooking breakfast. You yawned and smiled in Advol’s direction. Even though you had only been a part of the Stardust crusaders for a short time, they were all quick to make you feel welcomed. However, one member stood out to you. Jean Pierre Polnareff was the third person to meet you, and was the first to warm up to you. Your first impression of him was quite unforgettable.

You were sat with both Advol and Joseph in a small cafe, waiting for the rest of the crusaders to join you. Suddenly, the door to the cafe burst open.

“God, it took me forever to find this place. I’ve been walking for almost an hour-“

The man in the door way suddenly paused his short-lived rant and stared in your direction. He was like nothing you’d ever seen before; he had a thick French accent and was built similar to that of an ancient Greek statue. He smirked and sauntered over, pulling up a chair.

“Ah, you must be the new stand user, non?”

You replied quietly, which caused his heart to melt ever so slightly.

“My name’s Jean Pierre Polnareff, and not so long ago I was in a similar situation to you mon ami. Dio had one of those horrific flesh buds implanted into my brain.”

You listened carefully as he explained his whole story: about his sisters death, his mission to avenge her, and how he met Dio and obtained his stand.

He stopped talking and began discussing plans with Advol and Joseph. Very few minutes he would turn his head to catch your gaze. A sappy grin would plaster his face every time you made eye contact, and looked away in panic. Everything was so new to you, especially him.

As you slowly arose from your sleeping bag, your eyes began to adjust, and you started to function. As you began to eat, a shadow cast over you.

“Well good morning y/n, I see you slept well.”

Polnareff towered over you, smiling as he always did. You nodded in response and the Frenchman sat next to you and began eating his breakfast.

“Mm Joseph, I’m amazed at how you can achieve such incredible food in the middle of a desert.” Polnareff spoke between bites, which made Joseph smile.

“Good food comes from experience Polnareff” Joseph replied, much like a father lecturing his son. You sat and spectated all of the crusader’s conversation, as you didn’t talk as much as the rest of them.

“So y/n,” Polnareff turned to look at you, breaking through your internal silence, “you’ve been with us for almost a week now. How are you finding it? Entertaining non?”

You paused eating and thought for a moment. Your journey so far had been incredible so far. Yes, it involved fighting enemy stand users most days, however you had visited so many amazing places, it was worth it.

“Yeah, it’s been nice so far thanks.”

“Oh, je suis content!” The Frenchman beamed at you. He seemed to do this often, despite only knowing you for a short time. Even the others could tell, he acted different towards you. You were no different from the rest of the crusaders, however Polnareff seemed to be drawn to you in more ways than one.

After everything had been cleared from breakfast and the campsite had been packed away, you and the rest of the crusaders began to make your way towards the nearest town; your destination was a hotel not far from the city centre.

Journeying with the boys was nice. The conversation was always interesting, and Polnareff always made an effort to try and get you to come out of your shell.

“Ugh, we’ve been walking for ages Jiji, how much longer until we get to the city.”

Although Jotaro was the only one to voice it, everyone was sick of walking.

“Only a few minutes now Jotaro.” Joseph replied.

Soon enough, you had reached the hotel. Joseph had insisted on booking all the rooms, due to his wealth.

“Ok, so I managed to book three rooms. Two have two single beds.” Immediately Jotaro interjected.

“Me and kakyoin will take one of the single bed rooms.”

“Right,” Advol spoke up, “ and me and Mr. Joestar will take the room closest to the ground floor, in case of an emergency.”

“Ok,” Joseph spoke, “that room is also one of the single bed rooms. So that leaves…y/n and polnareff. You both don’t mind sharing do you?”

Before you could say anything, Polnareff spoke up,

“I don’t mind at all Mr. Joestar, although I do snore, so I warn you Y/n.” He spoke playfully, and didn’t notice how red you were.

“We’re both adult men, we’ll survive two nights.”

You grabbed your bags and took the lift up to your room. When you got there, you unpacked your bags and sat idly on the bed.

“Already chose your side of the bed y/n?”

You turned around to face Polnareff. To say you were nervous was an understatement. He made you nervous; not in an uncomfortable way, but he had a strange effect on you.

“I-I don’t mind which side, I was just sittin-“

“Woah woah mon ami, I was just pulling your leg. I don’t care about sides.”

He gave you a reassuring look, before placing his bags down.

“I’m just going to freshen up. You don’t mind do you?”

“No not at all, go ahead”

After a few minutes, Polnareff walked out of the bathroom, with only a towel draped over his waist. His hair dripped over his shoulders. You’d never seen his hair down.

“Je m’excuse y/n, I forgot to grab my clothes.”

You quickly turned around as he picked up his clothes. The Frenchman chuckled at your reaction.

“Aw, quel est le problème y/n, I’m not offended.”

He retreated to the bathroom and shortly came out wearing a baggy t-shirt and pyjama bottoms. He slumped down on the bed next to you. You quickly arose, and got changed in the bathroom also. You came out wearing a similar outfit.

“You ok y/n, you seem…jumpy?”

You froze. He was perceptive to say the least. The very thought of sharing a bed with Polnareff made you weak, and he secretly knew it.

“I’m fine thank you Polnareff.”

You sat on the bed next to him, rigid as a wooden board.

“You need to relax mon ami.”

Polnareff rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, I give a killer massage. How does that sound huh?”

You moved out of his grasp, your stomach in knots.

“No thanks Polnareff, I’m not overly fond of massages.”

“Aw why not?”

You stopped a moment to try and think of a lie. The truth was you were incredibly sensitive. It would only take a small squeeze on your back, ribs, or pretty much anywhere else, and you’d burst into uncontrollable giggles. It was humiliating to say the least.

“Uh, it’s just not my thing.”

“Oh don’t be silly, here-“

Before you could interject, Polnareff’s hands dug into your shoulders lightly. You jumped and let out a small yelp.

“Whahat was that mon ami?”

Your reaction amused Polnareff, but it also confused him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t apologise y/n, I should’ve listened. But why did you react?”

“I-I don’t know”

“Oh come on y/n, we both know you know, so spill.”

You were speechless, much to the Frenchman’s dismay.

“Is it pain.? Non? Were you startled, uncomfortable, heck, ticklish!”

The last word made you react visibly. You were incredibly embarrassed. However, this delighted your French counterpart.

“Well I would never have guessed.“ he jested.

“I can explain-“

“No need mon Cher. I’m just surprised is all. I mean, you’ve taken down stand users with immense power, yet you buckled under my touch.” It’s quite sweet really.”

You felt more at ease knowing he wouldn’t judge; this was short lived. A shit-eating grin spread across Polnareff’s face, and he suddenly had you pinned to the bed.

“W-what are you doing?” Panic filled your voice, which only made Polnareff chuckle. He gripped both your wrists with one hand and had the other hand placed over your stomach.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t use this new information mon ami? I’ve finally found a way to loosen you up. About time.”

“Please. It’s embarrassing”

Polnareff scoffed “Absurdité! You need a laugh y/n, and I’d be more than happy to give it to you.”

Within second, the Frenchman’s fingers spidered across your abdomen, making you artist with bubbly giggles. Your protests only made Polnareff’s smirk wider.

“tes rires sont comme de la musique,” polnareff often switched to French halfway through his speech, more so with you than other people; he enjoyed your reaction every single time.

“Un garçon tellement chatouilleux~”

“Stop teasing!” You begged through giggles.

“Oh I’m afraid I can’t do that gentil garçon, this is too much fun”

He dragged his index finger along your bare ribs, which drove you mad. He decided to switch positions, and straddled your waist, pinning your wrist with silver chariot. He placed both hands on your hips and drilled his fingers into your skin. Your laughter picked up.

“NO NO NOT THERE PLEHEAEE I BEG.”

“Oh you beg do you,” Polnareff teased, “has the chatouiller le monstre found a bad spot.”

You replied with louder giggles, snorting occasionally. Polnareff began to slow down, making sure you could catch your breath.

“Aw, tu es tout rouge~”

“Ok ok, that’s enough., plehease stop.”

Your giggles began to gradually stop. As you regained your senses, you noticed Polnareff’s gaze. There was no judgement or malice behind those eyes; only love and adoration.

“Oh, but one more thing y/n..”

Polnareff swiftly lifted up your t shirt, exposing your bare stomach. His head rested on your torso as he blew raspberries on you stomach. You squealed in surprise. You felt your wrists loosen and you immediately rolled onto your sides, clutching your ribs.

“Pl-plehease, no more.”

“Alright, J’ai fini~”

Polnareff pulled you close to him and hugged you. His face beamed with joy; he hadn’t had this much fun in a while, and to tell the truth, neither had you.

“Well I quite enjoyed that,” Polnareff began, “it’s refreshing to hear you laugh finally y/n. You’re always so quiet, but now I know what get you giggling huh?”

“It’s been so long since anyone has done that to me.”

Polnareff looked surprised.

“What, no way. But you’re so ticklish, how has no one ever seen this side of you?”

“I’m not quite sure, I’m not massively close to many people.”

“That’s tragic y/n. Well, you’ll be glad to know I’m not easy to rid of. And I’d you think I’m not going to use this tactic when never you’re being too quiet, then you’re mistaken.”

You smiled coyly in response. You yawned; it had gotten late now, and the Frenchman had tired you out.

“I suppose we’d better get some rest,” you began, “ I’m shattered now.”

You both layer down on opposite sides, however Polnareff was not one for being awkward and distant. He moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You tensed up, but soon relaxed once you got used to his embrace.

“Mm, bonne nuit y/n, dors bien~”

“Good night Pol.~”

[farfaripol]

I noticed that few people wrote JoJo fanfiction. Besides, no one has ever done Lee Johnny before. So today I'll fix that! Enjoy:)

Roles: Lee Johny! Ler Gyro

Relationship: PLATONIC

Warnings: it's a tickle fic; tusk tickles?

"Hahahaa! Ahand this is your stand? He's too cute compared to you." Gyro laughed at Johnny's stand while looking at the tusk

"yes, yes, very funny." Johnny had no time for Gyro's words now. While the owner of the steel balls admired the stand, Johnny was busy with the map and laying out the route to the next race

At this time, Gyro had already picked up the floating pink creature. He held it carefully, and carefully looked at every detail. Each time the stand seemed cuter and cuter to him

"heh, such a cute thing~" Gyro took the stand in one hand and used his index finger to tickle the stand's belly.

"PWHAHAHA!!" Johnny immediately covered his mouth with his hand, and a blush began to grow on the cheeks. Hearing the laughter, Gyro immediately stopped ticklings and looked at Johnny.

"What the hell was that?!" Realizing what was going on, the cowboy returned back to the stand, using slow circular movements to move his finger across Tusk’s stomach. "Is someone ticklish here! Nyo-ho~"

"wait..wahait!! Gyroho! Dohohohn't!! Johnny didn't have time to finish his words before he immediately fell into constant giggling. Johnny couldn't stay in a sitting position and fell to the ground holding his stomach.

"Gyrohoho, stahahp i cahan't" Johnny lay on the ground, having completely forgotten about the map he was working on. And Gyro continued to spider his fingers over the tusk, causing Johnny's laughter to grow even stronger.

"Gyrohoo!! Plehease stahAHAP AHAHAH!!! NAHAHT!! DON'T GO THEHEHERE!!" Johnny curled up into a ball, laughing hysterically as Gyro's hands darted across his back. No matter how hard Johnny tried to stop him, he couldn’t yet. Because of his laughter, he lost all his strength and couldn't even pull his Stand out of Gyro's clutches.

"don't go where? Right heereeee?~" Gyro slowly lowered his index finger down Johnny's spine.

"NAHAHAHA!! GYROHOHO!! DICKHEAHAD! AHAHHA STAHP" Johnny immediately arched his back, throwing his head back and laughing hysterically

"what did you said about me?? Now you'll regret what you said" With these words, Gyro squeezed the sides and ribs of his Stand user. And tackled him with no mercy.

"AHHAHHHAHAH NAHOHO GYROHOHO STAHAP IT!!" Tears began to form at the corners of Johnny's eyes. He hit the ground with his fist and could no longer to say out a single word.

Gyro was too caught up in the tickling that he didn't even notice someone sneak up on him from behind. Johnny, despite being ticklish, was able to hit Gyro on the head with an overthrown newspaper.

Johnny hit Gyro over the head with a rolled-up newspaper, causing his hat to fall off his head. At the same time the tickling stopped. "I told you to stop. It's time for revenge"

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Okahay.. i'm sohorry! Don't do anything bahad..."

Johnny wasn't listening anymore. He came up from behind and started tickling the cowboy. Gyro has already bursted into laughter "NAHAHA JOHNNY I'M SAHAHARY PLEASE STAHAP"

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 12: Bites/Nibbles

Summary: Bucciarati and Abbacchio's make-out session takes an interesting turn when Bucciarati can't seem to stop laughing.

Word Count: 598

I didn't have a lot of time today, so this one's pretty short, but I was really excited to write for these two! Their relationship is so cute, and I love their dynamic! I hope you enjoy! 💙

Abbacchio swirled his glass of wine in his hand before bringing it to his lips, glancing over the rim of the glass at Bucciarati.

He was, as always, a picture of perfect calm, but Abbacchio could imagine the goosebumps on the back of his neck that formed whenever Abbachio, drunken and laughing, leaned a little too close, the whisper of his breath grazing Bucciarati's skin, and his heartbeat, that if Abbacchio leaned a little closer and pressed his lips to Bucciarati's jumping pulse, he would feel it racing beneath him, matching Abbacchio's.

The ghost of a smile graced his face while he, as if having read Abbacchio's mind, tilted his head to the side, strands of his hair coming to brush against his lips, his jaw, exposing more of his tanned skin, making that spot on his neck all the more tantalizing; not that Bucciarati wasn't exposed enough with his linen shirt that clung to his skin, translucent in the light, and revealed his tattoo, trailing down, down, down, so far that Abbacchio had to snap his eyes back upwards, shifting uncomfortably as he met Bucciarati's piercing eyes, filled with warmth and desire and longing—and Abbacchio couldn't hold himself back anymore.

Fumbling, he set his wine glass down on the coffee table, shifting closer to Bucciarati on the couch, finally allowing himself to press a burning kiss against Bucciarati's pulse. Bucciarati made a noise, something surprised, and reached over, setting down his own glass as Abbacchio pressed another kiss to his flushed skin, his jaw this time.

Normally, in these intimate, private moments between them, Abbacchio was unbelievably gentle; every gaze, every touch was filled with absolute adoration, a sort of reverence in his affection; he cradled Bucciarati's skin, holding him much like one would porcelain, a beautiful heirloom, something delicate and priceless, with all the love someone like Abbacchio could muster.

Now, it was different. In this drunken moment of passion, he couldn't think, couldn't contain himself, too absorbed in this moment, in his lust, in Bucciarati—Dio, Bucciarati—he melted into Abbacchio's touch, craning his neck back more, bringing his hands up, trailing them along Abbacchio's chest, tangling them in his hair, roughly pressing their lips together, bitten and swollen, arching his back and making an unholy noise that stirred something in Abbacchio's chest.

"Leone," he gasped, breathless as they separated, and Abbacchio returned to pressing hot kisses against his jaw, trailing them down his neck, biting down, and—and… then there was a laugh.

Momentarily stunned, Abbacchio paused, pulling back slightly, a frown tugging at his lips—was Bucciarati laughing at him? Did he not like it? Had he ruined the mood?

Concern and embarrassment swirled in his stomach, converging in a nasty pool of regret that didn't sit well with all the bottles of wine—though they had been Bucciarati's idea; Abbacchio supposed he was a bad influence rubbing off on him.

"Sorry," Bucciarati mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "It just tickled a bit."

"You're ticklish?" He asked, a mix of bewilderment and glee.

Abbacchio didn't bother waiting for an answer before he returned to his neck, kissing and biting, gentler than before and relishing in the quiet huffs of air coming from Bucciarati, the way his smile curved, hesitant and wider than before, his flush darkening and spreading across his face, his head shaking, turning, trying to escape Abbacchio's mischief, making strands of hair dance, grazing across Abbacchio's skin.

"Leohohone," he gasped again, this time giggling as their night was diverted.

It wasn't what either of them had planned, but neither could really complain.

[giggly-squiggily]

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Tickletober Day 11: Sneak Attack [LATE]

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Characters: Kakyoin (ler), Jotaro (lee)

Words: 561

Warnings: Tickling

Summary: Kakyoin has a sneaking suspicion that his friend is ticklish, so he sneaks up on him to make sure he’s right.

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Contrary to popular belief, Jotaro isn’t an emotionless, edgy badass. Well, maybe an edgy badass, but certainly not emotionless. Kakyoin knew better than anyone else that he was just a normal teenager. A teenager who happened to have a rather ridiculous weakness.

Kakyoin first discovered it about a week ago. He was only trying to get his attention. Jotaro was slouching into an oversized chair, reading a book. Kakyoin was trying to talk to him, but quickly realized he was being ignored. “ahem.” He cleared his throat in annoyance. No response. He waved his hands in front of his face, but he never even flinched. Fed up he raised his voice a little, “Hello? Earth to Jotaro!” and poked him in the side. He was surprised, to say the least, when he saw him jump a little. Needless to say that got his attention, and Kakyoin decided not to mention it.

After a while of thinking it over, it was really the only logical thing he could do. If he was right, and he was sure he was, then this will be a moment that goes down in history! They were both sitting on a couch in their hotel room. There was a comfortable silence between them, Jotaro was reading another book as he often was, but Kakyoin was simply waiting for his opportunity to strike. He didn’t have to wait long, soon enough Jotaro was so immersed in what he was reading that he was completely oblivious to his surroundings. Kakyoin scooted a little closer, constantly checking to make sure the other didn’t notice. Luckily for him, he didn’t. Once he deemed he was close enough, it was finally time to enact his plan.

In one quick motion, he slipped his hands around Jotaro, grabbed onto, and squeezed up and down his sides. “Sneak attack!” Jotaro jumped and tried his best to hold down the giggles, though he wasn’t doing a very good job. “Whahat do you thihink y-you’re doing!?” Kakyoin only smiled sweetly and switched from squeezing to skittering. He doubled over with a wheeze, trying to pry off his friend’s hands. “You mean to tell me,” Kakyoin started, “that big, tough, stand user Jotaro is ticklish?” Jotaro’s face flushed pink and he squeaked out a string of cuss words. He fell back into the couch, giving Kakyoin the perfect opening. He straddled his waist and gave him a breather. , placing his palms on his belly, Jotaro grabbed his wrists with a firm hold. If Jotaro’s eyes could shoot knives, Kakyoin would’ve been dead a long ago.

He didn’t let that bother him though, and went right along scratching and kneading his quivering skin. Jotaro through his head back howling with laughter. He tried to pull his legs up and curl in on himself, but they only thumped against Kakyoin’s back.  “Ahahaha stohoaahahap!” He gave him a strong shove, effectively knocking him off. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” Kakyoin smiled to himself, making himself comfortable on the other end of the couch again. Once Jotaro caught his breath, he launched himself toward Kakyoin. He looked up to meet eyes with the still quite flustered boy now looming over him. Jotaro kept his usual slightly annoyed poker face as he dug his finger into his friend’s ribs. “N-nohoho wahahait! JohoOTAROHO!” It was going to be a long day.

[tonberry-yoda]

You know I had to slide in here when the requests are open but congrats again on the 400 u have worked hard and earned it as ur writing is top tier and I can't wait to see the book that ur working on and I wish u lots of motivation , anyways on to my request I was wondering if u could write a (ofcourse) kakyoin x reader caught making out cause omfg I am a huge sucker for those kind of fics they have me kicking my feet and giggling all the time -♡

OMG HI!!! literally this is crazy because you send this to me right when i hit 400 and now im closer to 600?!?!?! like how crazy is that?? your kind words mean so so much to me always and a little update on the book, im hoping to finish it this year!!! no revisions or editing, just get the damn thing done so i can do the hard part! thank you again for all of the kind words and for being so so amazing. i hope you have a wonderful rest of your week and happy new year!! this is my first fic of 2023!!! <333

Caught - Noriaki Kakyoin

Pairing - Kakyoin x reader

Warnings - kakyoin being hot and cute <3

Word Count - 364

“Whoops,” Kakyoin giggled, “accidently” falling on top of you and pinning your arms to the couch. “My bad. I suppose I fell.”

You laughed as Kakyoin placed kisses up and down your neck, your hands gripping tighter to his.

“K-Kakyoin,” you laughed harder, trying to squirm out of the hold he had you in. “Noriaki, that tickles!!!” You accidentally kneed him in the gut, making him topple over in pain. “Oh, shit! Nori, are you okay?” You lifted his chin to find him smiling with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“I'm fine, y/n. You’re just so…” his voice fell to a purr next to your ear. “So strong.”

You blushed and jokingly pushed him away from you, but he just pulled you back and on top of him, holding you by the hips. “My… you look pretty up there.”

“Stop it, Nori. My face is already red enough, it doesn't need anymore.”

“I love you.” His voice was soft and sincere. God you loved him.

“I love you too.”

Kakyoin brought you down and your lips brushed against his. He pulled you closer somehow, his lips just on yours. His tongue slid into your mouth, making you shudder and he smiled into the kiss, holding the small of your back. You grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

That’s when you both heard it, freezing, your lips on his lips.

Shit.

You looked up and saw the whole rest of the Stardust Crusaders giggling at you. You quickly pushed yourself off of Kakyoin and fell onto the floor. You moved your hair out of your eye, now heavy breathing.

“Shit. How long have you guys been here?”

Polnareff was the first to speak up after lifting his eyebrows at the two of you. “We just got here, don't worry.”

Joseph laughed and patted Polnareff on the back. “You two can get back to your little makeout session, but we leave in five minutes, so make it snappy.”

Sometimes there were downsides about traveling with friends.

You looked at Kakyoin, who smiled and helped you off the ground.

But most of the time, there were a lot of upsides.

~~~~~

jjba masterlist (2) --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

[theoncelee]

Yknow I’ve been here awhile it’s time I actually make one of these:

Hi! I’m Tree!

This is an SFW (at least mostly) tickle blog! I’m 18. I’m a full time college/uni student and I live on campus. I use he series pronouns. Been going by Tree on here so you can call me that, but my real name is Nathan and a buncha ppl call me Nat so any of those are fine tbh. I won’t say my exact location but I live in the US. I am taken 🩷

Boundaries:

All ages can interact. There will be nothing explicit on here as I am aware that many minors follow me, and tickling is not a kink for me.

That being said, I don’t feel comfortable engaging in teasing or any tickle talk with minors unless we were friends before I turned 18. Friendly conversation is okay, just no tickle talk sorry!!

NSFW accounts can interact as long as the interaction itself is SFW

Dms are OPEN (please dm me I want friends) for 16+ (exceptions made for those I met before I turned 18)

Ask box is OPEN for anyone to send friendly asks or genuine questions. Please don’t send teases in my ask box.

Regarding teasing and all forms of tickle talk, I have to know you first and please ask before jumping right in. I’m not always in a lee mood and I like to be able to decide whether I want to be teased or not.

Requests are OPEN for both fics and art (pls specify which if you send a request and also specify if you want tickles or not)

Fics and Art:

Nothing NSFW

Nothing non-con

No promises on timing I’m both very busy and very slow

No fandoms that I’m not familiar with (if you’re unsure just ask)

Fandoms:

Heartstopper

JJBA (parts 1-3 only so far)

Hazbin Hotel

Stranger things

MHA

Sanders sides

Umbrella Academy

Harry Potter MAYBE

Frequent tags to search or block:

“non tickles” or “non tks” = content not tickle related

“tickle community” “tickle fic” “tfb” = tickle/tickle community related content

“Tree’s bs” = random thoughts or a rant

“Tree’s frens” = my friends being awesome/adorable

“moot moment” = exactly what it sounds like. A moment with mutuals in it.

“my fics” = a fic I’ve written

My fics:

A Paper Alternative (Lee!Bakugo Ler!Kirishima)

A Different Kind of Bet (Lee!Virgil Ler!Roman)

Merry Chanukkah (Switch!Logan Switch!Roman)

SS2k23 Submission (Switch!Bakugou Switch!Kirishima)

Honest (a story I wrote for a friend that I decided to post)

Not into tickling? Check out @imawalnat for silly reblogs and poetry!

Have a fabulous day and be sure to drink a snack and eat plenty of water :)

[simtorta]

Hello @terresdebrume and thank you for the tag :)

Name: Martyna aka. Simtorta

Pronouns: She/Her

Star sign: Taurus

Number of siblings and fun facts about them: One older brother - he had for the long time long copper hair and none of his nicknames was associated with it. Now he shaves himself bald and grows impressive mustache xD

Number of pets and their names: For now none T_T Maybe in future.

Fandoms: I'm multi fandom enthusiast and fandom hopper :3 In this moment is mostly Final Fantasy VII , JJBA, Genshin Impact.

Favorite color: Lame answer but a I like all of them :)

Favorite song: At this moment - Better Place by Nsync, Turn Off The Lights by Kim Petras & Elvira and Honey (Are U Coming?) by Måneskin.

Favorite author (books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, etc.): I'm genre kind of girl. I usually judge a things for themselves (unless the author is disgusting - fuck you JKR)

Favorite fic type: Promise me happy ending I'll survive the worst angst also smut with plot is also my thing >3

Favorite holiday: Halloween maybe? Funny spooky things tickle my aesthetics.

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, etc.)?

No. To much homebody for this.

Hobbies: Anime & Manga are always my things and I slowly enter intro the cosplay.

Fun facts about you: I'm surprisingly good at imitating a cat meowing.

Anyone who wants to do this can consider themselves tagged :3

[giggly-squiggily]

Midnight Thoughts (Jojo's Bizarre Adventures)

*Walks out with folded hands* Ehem...I had a vision. And I went with that vision- and after so many months I finally finished it :D I love these dorks so much, your honor! Please enjoy some good ol' stardust crusaders antics!

CW: Swearing!

Summary: Polnareff and Kakyoin can't sleep. Antics ensue when they decide to make it Jotaro's problem aswell.

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@gladdygirl18 @t-wordiiish

“Superman is only super on earth, yeah? Do you think he’s just an average joe on Planet Krypton?”

“Kakyoin.”

“Please, have you seen him? He’d be an absolute hit with the ladies back home.” “Polnareff-”

“Yeah but what if that’s just the norm there? What if in Planet Krypton he’s considered boring or even ugly?”

“Guys-”

“You really think someone like Superman could be considered average?”

“I’m just saying- Superman to earthlings is like someone revisiting an early level in a game after making it the final few levels.”

“Would you shut the hell up!” Jotaro sat up with a glare, his eyes shooting daggers at the pair across the way. “It’s one in the fucking morning!”

“Technically it’s only 12:20 AM.” Kakyoin pointed at the clock on the wall, the face glowing softly in the dark room.

“Did we wake you? Apologies, Jojo.” Polnareff grinned from his spot across from the redhead, unfazed at the death stare he received. “All this traveling and stand fighting- it makes it hard for one to relax their mind.”

“Good Grief. Find some booze and drink until you pass out. Or go find somewhere else and play sleepover.” Jotaro grumbled as he laid back down, closing his eyes. He could understand the restlessness- there were many nights he would lay there and stare at the sky for hours- waiting to pass out from exhaustion or for morning to come.

That said- he spent those nights in silence. A simple courtesy he wished the two idiots would share.

“Wow, someone’s grumpy. It’s those moody teenage hormones, huh?” Polnareff teased, sharing a look with a smiling Kakyoin as he stood, walking over to the opposite bed. “Or is it that you’re feeling left out?”

“Neither- I want to sleep. Get out.” Jotaro glared before pulling the blanket over himself, the silent equivalent to slamming a door in someone’s face.

“Aww, don’t be like that, Jojo.” Kakyoin came over as well- crawling into the bed and flopping against the mound of blankets. “Here’s a question- do you think Star Platinum could win in a fight against Superman?”

Silence. Polnareff and Kakoyin shared an amused look.

“I know you're not asleep, Jojo. I can feel you brooding.” Kakyoin teased, tugging at the blanket gently. He received a low growl in return.

“Jojo~ Don’t be mad at us!” Polnareff climbed in on Jotaro’s opposite side, shaking the mound. “We’re your friends!”

Still nothing. Jotaro was stubborn as ever.

“He’s like a little kid- all pouty and such.” Kakyoin cooed.

“You know how we handle those kinds of guys, right Kak?” Polnareff teased with a wink.

The threat was there. Jotaro dared to peek over the blankets, making his look as scary as possible. “Touch me and you fucking die.”

“Bet?” Kakyoin grinned.

“Bet.” Polnareff agreed. Jotaro exhaled deeply.

Silence. 

Then there was chaos.

“You’re not getting away!” Kakyoin yelled in glee, charging the bound of limps and blanket blindly. Jotaro was like a bull in the pit, all flailing limbs and sharp swears as he swung in every direction. “Come here, Jojo!”

“Give in! Just let it happen!” Polnareff was a mess of giggles, putting his muscular mass to use as he threw himself on top of the teen. Once there, he wrestled his wrists down until he they were pinned, straining. “I got him! I got him! Get him, Kakyoin!”

“On it!”

“Get the hell of-HMMPH!” Jotaro’s shout of anger was quickly muffled as Kakyoin dug into him through the blanket, raking his fingers up and down his sides. His squirms increased in frequency, leading to him nearly sending Polnareff flying once more. “Cut the shit! K-Kakyoin!”

“Oo, he’s feeling it now! Get him good, Kakyoin!” The knight giggled in delight as he readjusted his seat, putting maximum weight onto Jotaro and worming his fingers against his neck. “Here I come, you damn brat!”

“Not you too- get! Gehehehhahhaat!” Jotaro’s defenses melted when fingers dug into the middle set of his ribs. Not even the blanket could protect him from the ticklish feeling shooting up his nerves. “Dahahahahahm yohohohohou! Aheahhahahahaha!”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Jojo! You love us too much to say that!” Kakyoin tugged at the blanket with one hand while his other carried on tickling. Despite his current state, Jotaro was adamant on hanging on to the damn thing. “Fine then- you won’t give up the ghost, I’ll just come and take it!”

With that, he dived beneath the nearest corner of the blankets, squeezing his way towards Jotaro like an inchworm. Polnareff scooted some to give more room, preparing.

In a matter of seconds, the room was booming.

“AH! AHEHAHAHHAA YOU FUHUHUHUCKER!” Jotaro howled when his sides were grabbed once more- no blanket or shirt for that matter to protect him against Kakyoin’s claws. “GEHEHEHEHT THE HEHEHELL OHOHOHOFF! AH! NOHOHOT YOU THOOHOHOHO!” Polnareff had begun to double his efforts, worming a hand into any tickle spot within reach. “SCREHHEHEHW YOOHOHU TWOOOHOHO!”

“So mean! To your dear friends too, Jotaro!” The frenchman chided, drilling a finger into the birthmark and making him scrunch with an undignified squeal. “Take this! And that! And this and that!”

“You can’t get rid of me, Jojo!” Kakyoin laughed through his teases, clinging to the bigger boy with all his might as he scribbled into his ribs and stomach. “I’m stuck to you! Forever and ever- AH!”

Jotaro put his strength into use; twisting hard enough to send Polnareff flying. He crashed into the bundle of Kakyoin, rolling off the bed and inadvertently bringing Jotaro with them. They landed in a crash of blankets and sore limbs upon landing.

“Ow! Oohohoho my god, that hurt! Jota-ROOHOOHO!” The frenchman was about to check in with the boys when hands suddenly grabbed his waist, kneading his sides rapidly. “AHEHAHHAH WHOOHOHOHO?”

“Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle, Polnareff!” Kakyoin was truly a gremlin. “Gonna getcha good! Jojo, help me!”

“Nohohohohohohoho! Pleahahahahse, Aihihihihiites Pihiihihihiteehehehehehe!”

Get off me, you ass!” Jotaro yelled through the chaos, wiggling free from the bodies pressing him down. Despite this, he was grinning- a new light of playfulness in his expression. “Good grief- you two are annoying. All right- I’ll help.”

“Nohoohoho! Johohootaro! Johohoohtaro EPARGI MOOHOHOHI!” Bodies crashed once more as Jotaro threw himself at the pair, tickling with all his might. Alongside Polnareff’s squeals in french, Kakyoin’s own hysterics joined the fray as he pulled and shoved at Jotaro’s hand.

“DOOHOHON’T GEHEHEHT ME, GEHEHHET POHOHOHOLNAREFF!” The redhead squealed at the top of his lungs, writhing like a worm beneath the hand squeezing the life out of his thigh. “JOHOHOHOJOHOHOHO!”

“JEHEHEHEHE DOOHOHOHNE! JEEHHEHEHE DoHOOHOHNE!” Polnareff squealed as his upper ribs were dug into, swatting and kicking through giggly hiccups. Jotaro didn’t know much French, but he could tell Polnareff was at his limit with how red he was.

Releasing them, he sat back with a crossed arm glare, watching them groan and gasp for breath. “You two done?”

“Ehehehe..hehhehe yeahhahah, whehehe’re gohoohod.” Kakyoin wheezed out, Polnareff nodding through another round of hiccups. “Dahahahng, and yohoohu didn’t eheehven use your sthahahnd!”

“Didn’t need it.” Jotaro got up, tugging his blanket out from under the redhead before climbing back into bed. “Not with how ticklish you two are. Go to bed.”

“Pardon? What does that mean, exactly Jotaro?” Polnareff leaped into the bed once more, resuming their previous position. “I’d say we gave you quite the fight tonight, non?”

“Yeah! You were squealing and everything!” Kakyoin was on his open side once more, smiling brightly at Jotaro’s heated glare. “I’d say out of all of us…”

They paused, considering.

“Yeah, okay. Fine. I’m the most ticklish.” Kakyoin finished with an eye roll. Polnareff giggled and Jotaro smirked beneath his blanket. “But your reaction is super cute, Jojo!”

“Shut up.” The brunette waved him off before pulling the blanket overhead, hiding away from their devious grins. He waited for them to move, or to attack once more. Instead, the bed shifted as they got comfortable, taking up the minimal surface space. “Don’t you two have your own beds? Sleep in them!”

“No way, yours is suddenly so comfy!” Kakyoin snuggled close, pressing his face into Jotaro’s shoulder. “I told you already, you’re stuck with me.”

“Same here, Jotaro! Get used to it!” Polnareff laughed as he dragged over extra blankets and pillows, making a sort of fort for them. “Bonne nuit.”

Kakyoin let out a sleepy “Oyasumi” in response. Before long, the pair were fast asleep- tucking Jotaro between them. The brunette sat there frozen for a few moments before rolling his eyes, a rare but genuine smile on his lips.

“Goodnight, knuckleheads.” He let himself relax for the first time this entire trip, the sounds of his friends breathing on either side of him.

Thanks for reading!

[yourneondemon]

¡Pobre Abbachio!

Un trabajo que debía hace muchísimo tiempo. Originalmente era un cómic de principio a final, pero no me dio el tiempo de ninguna manera, entre la facultad, mis miles de problemas, los trabajos que me encargar y un gran etc, no puedo ocuparme de un cómic tan grande. Soy una persona muy perfeccionista y tardo tanto en entregar los proyectos porque me fijo en cada detalle, y eso es perjudicial incluso en mis tareas académicas. ¡En fin! ¡He finalizado el dibujo!

Esta ilustración es para @gladdygirl18 Espero que te guste! Lamento no cumplir lo que prometí, lamento mucho la espera y espero que te haya gustado! Está basado en una escena del fic UN-Moody Blue.

[moongeonight]

Requests are closed!

Hi! This will be my list of fandoms for tickle fics and occasionally headcanons

I post on this blog when I feel it so sometimes I disappear and sometimes I post like crazy hehe sorry not sorry

(I don't write for y/n or readers)

Danganronpa (All games and anime)

Arcane

Mob psycho

Attack on Titan

Spy x family

Harry Potter

Villainous

Death note

Evangelion

The disastrous life of saiki

Assasination classroom

Nimona

The lorax

Hazbin hotel

JJBA (Until part 6)

(I will expand the list as I learn how to make fanfics and feel comfortable writing more characters)

[elyuzts-echo]

"Childish cravings."

Sum: Squalo craved for affection, more specifically, tickles. He didn't want anyone else to know, but Tiziano found a way to make his dear partner accept his cravings.

Disclaimers:

This is a tickle fic, if you're uncomfy w that sorta stuff then feel free to scroll :)

ANYWAYSS-- fic under cut :3

Squalo wouldn't admit it, but he loved physical affection. Especially if it came from his dearest, Tiziano. But in the past few days, the red-haired man felt a desire for something along the lines of physical affection. Every time he wanted affection, he would go to Tiziano, but this time, he kept it to himself. Resulting in him altering his mood, which consisted of being more moody and a bit defensive aswell.

This "affection" was tickles.

Tiziano knew something was up, but he didn't exactly know what to do yet. The two had a relationship where that was built on trust, so knowing that Tiziano wasn't being honest with him, made him feel worried. So, he would do something that every partner would do: Ask if their significant other was ok. Squalo would always reply with a sheepish "Yes", but Tiziano could see straight through his lies. He knew Squalo was hiding something from him.

One sunny day, Squalo was lounging in the bedroom he and Tiziano shared. Trying to distract himself from the thought of his bizarre desire to be tickled. "This is humiliating..." He would mumble to himself. What did he do to think of something so childish? As he thought, Tiziano peeked in the bedroom, walking over to Squalo as he stood on the bed. "Amore, I'll go run some errands at the market, okay?" He says softly, pecking the other male on his cheek. Squalo looked over at him, giggling softly. "Alright. Stay safe, Caro." He replied.

As the two looked at each other for a while, Tiziano broke eye contact, turning around to walk out the door of the bedroom, waving bye to Squalo. As the blond did so, Talking Head slipped into Squalo's tongue, and the other stand user didn't even realize. Besides, he was pretty silent while he waited for Tiziano.

When Tiziano came back a few hours later, the sky had become dark. He walked into the bedroom to see Tiziano, still in the same position. "What's wrong, angelo?" The blond asks. Tiziano replied, "Nothing.." He mumbled. Talking Head hasn't made a move yet. From now on, Tiziano activated his stand to actively alter Squalo's replies. "You sure?"

"No," Squalo replied. His eyes widened, he was supposed to say yes. What was happening? Was it Talking Head? Tiziano simply smirked. "Oh? Do you perhaps... Want something?" The male asked, thinking of affection, but he didn't specifically know what kind of affection Squalo wanted. "Yes," Squalo replied. Shit- It certainly was Talking Head. He was meant to say no!

Usually, Squalo was able to counter Tiziano's stand in most instances, but he didn't have enough strength to think of the opposites. And Tiziano was willing to go to town with this scenario in which he had the upper hand. "Hm... Do you want physical affection, amore?"

"Yes," Squalo replied. He'd given up at this point. He felt humiliated, and he knew that he couldn't hide his desire anymore. Tiziano was able to read his mind as he hopped onto the bed with Squalo, looking down at him and his right hand slowly inches down to the other male's hip. "Do you want this?" Tiziano asked, squeezing the other stand user's hip, causing him to squeal. "Ehek! Y-Yes..." He mumbled, blushing already.

Tiziano called back Talking Head, so now Squalo could speak freely. "Poor you... How long have you hid this from me..?" He asked in a flirty tone, his left hand snaking up to Squalo's wrists, holding it above his head, while his right hand continuously squeezes Squalo's hips. Alternating from the right to the left side of his hips, making the timing unpredictable. This caused Squalo to spill some soft giggles.

"A fehew dahays.." He replied. "How much is 'few days' exactly, dear?" The other male added, his hand now going up to scribble gently on Squalo's stomach. Which caused him to squirm more frantically as his laughter became louder. This is what he wanted so badly. Hell, he didn't even know why.

"Not going to answer? Alright then." Tiziano smirked, his fingers continuing to dance on Squalo's sensitive stomach. He loved to see his darling boy smile and laugh. It wasn't every day they were able to act this. All childish and playful. "Tihihiz!" The other male squealed, squirming around like a little bug under his lover. He tried to hide his stomach, but it was a fruitless effort.

Tiziano could sense that Squalo still wanted some more tickles, so he decided to get right into it. With his hand that was previously tickling him, he slowly lifted up Squalo's shirt to expose his stomach. Squalo's eyes widened. "Ti--Tiziahano! Dohon't--!"

"Don't what?" The blond asks, poking Squalo's belly button, which elicits a rather loud squeal from him. It's go time. "Don't do this?" He teases, before lowering down his head to blow a large raspberry on his lover's stomach. "AHAHAHAK!! NOHOHOHO!" Squalo squealed again, arching his back slightly as he tried to squirm away. Tiziano just smiled, giggling along with him. "Oh, you want another one, amore?" Tiziano asks, before blowing another one, this time directly on Squalo's belly button. Loud laughter roared throughout the room from the second raspberry! Poor Squalo couldn't handle another one...

That was until Tiziano blew another raspberry, then another one... Squalo was now a blushing and laughing mess. "PLEAHAHASE-! FERMARE!!" He pleaded through loud cackles of laughter. He was nearing his limit with the amount of raspberries his lover was giving. After one last raspberry, Tiziano let up. His hands retracted from the other boy's body to give him some space.

"Happy now, Squalo?" Tiziano asked, lying down next to Squalo as he enveloped the now giggly boy in his arms. "Si.." He muttered, "You were about to kihill mehee.." Squalo added on. "Oh shush, I would never kill you, pretty boy." Tiziano teased, kissing his cheek.

The rest of the night was filled with cuddles and words of love... Andd maybe some pokes to the side and stomach aswell. But in the end, Squalo felt a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was happy that his partner was able to help with his childish cravings of tickles..

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End !! <3