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[otomiyaa]

Day 8: Memories

Kavetham | 12 days of tickles🎄

Word Count: 1K

Good thing they were at home. Good thing they were alone. Yes, all good. But also… what the hell!!!!! 

“Alhaitham. You have to drink this.” 

It was pretty hard to force him to drink water. Alhaitham sat in a funny position at the dinner table. He had already burped and hiccupped in the most uncharacteristic ways possible, and now Kaveh was afraid that if he didn’t get him to sober up soon, he was going to barf all over the table and floor and he really did not feel like cleaning that up.

“At least let me drag you to bed then,” Kaveh said, but Alhaitham was glued to his seat, his body heavy as he refused to get up.

Facts were facts. Alhaitham was drunk. It wasn't a common thing, nor was it a first time experience. But still, it definitely would fit in the ultra rare category, and Kaveh was too busy worrying to feel honored.

If only Aether had warned them properly about the special liquor he brought from Fontaine. It had a light taste but a strong effect.

Kaveh's glass was still pretty full, but Alhaitham had already emptied his own as if it were water, leaving Kaveh with the messy results. If Kaveh had been faster, this would've been very different. Then they would've been drunk together. Maybe that would be better. More fun.

Instead he now felt responsible for keeping the situation under control. "Come. To bed we go," Kaveh finally said when he failed again to let him drink some water.

Alhaitham swayed a little as he was helped on his feet. So heavy. Kaveh tried to support his heavy body while he guided him to bed. If he was in bed, it would no longer be his problem. But it was never going to be that easy.

"Bed...." Alhaitham howled. That did get a snort-laugh out of Kaveh, but he was soon back in stress-mode when Alhaitham tripped and dragged Kaveh to the floor in a gracious fall.

"Alhaitham, geez!" Kaveh whined, ending up on the floor with... He blushed. Alhaitham pinning him down.

With a funny hazy look in his eyes, Alhaitham towered over him, and Kaveh's concern that his lover was going to throw up all over his face was quickly forgotten when Alhaitham said the most unexpected thing.

"........Remember when I first tickled you...?"

Kaveh frowned. "What?"

Alhaitham wiggled his fingers above him, confirming Kaveh did in fact hear correctly.

"N-no. I don't. Get up, Alhaitham. You need to go to bed. You're drunk," Kaveh reminded him, but Alhaitham didn't budge. Then without warning he started to tickle Kaveh's sides.

"......Went like this?" he muttered dreamily.

Kaveh yelped and tried to catch Alhaitham's hands, but damn he was fast!

"N-nohoho I doubt ihiihit! Get ohohoff mehehe!" He had thought the situation couldn't get any crazier, but it did. Drunk Alhaitham was pinning him down and tickling him, on the floor. And Kaveh, despite being the sober one, couldn't do a thing about it except laugh like an idiot.

Still attacking him with merciless tickles, Alhaitham leaned in and kissed Kaveh's neck.

"I tickled you.... here...." Alhaitham murmured in his ear while his fingers pressed into some of Kaveh's worst spots.

What was he getting all randomly nostalgic for! Kaveh did not remember Alhaitham tickling him the first time, definitely not like this, and he doubted these memories Alhaitham was recollecting were any real.

"You're beheheing rihidiculous! Stohohop!"

"You were so... ticklish here..." Alhaitham's fingers managed to sneak under Kaveh's shirt and grazed against the bare skin of his tummy.

"Dohohon't!" Kaveh cackled. He bucked wildly and tried to get his drunk boyfriend to stop tickling him, but Alhaitham was too busy bringing up memories and tickling him silly, and Kaveh was too ticklish to be able to handle it in any dignified way.

"Ahahalhaitham! I'm wahaharning you!"

Sober Alhaitham tickled him plenty and would rarely grant him mercy if he begged like this, so of course drunk Alhaitham cared even less.

"You said.... it tickled...." he spoke in a funny voice while continuing the merciless attack.

"Ohohobviously I would! Stohohop!" Kaveh curled up and tried to kick and swat at Alhaitham's grabby hands, but despite being drunk, he was as strong and persistent as ever.

"I wanted to tickle you.... forever...." Alhaitham's breath felt hot on Kaveh's ear as he continued to mumble these words, alternated with ticklish kisses and nibbles.

"These cahahan't be real mehemories! Stop thihis!" Kaveh cried. He arched his back when Alhaitham's wiggling fingers reached his underarms, and he shrieked uncharmingly.

"NOT THEHERE!" he warned. Alhaitham was going to pay for this, and the Traveler too!

It tickled so bad Kaveh thought he would pass out. But in the end one of them did pass out and it wasn't him.

"....A-Ahal-Alhaitham?" he asked breathlessly when suddenly the weight on top of him got even heavier. The tickling stopped too, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

It was obvious that Alhaitham had passed out on top of him, and with some difficulty, Kaveh managed to push him off.

"You - are - unbelievable," he sighed. For a moment he tried to lift him off the floor, but Alhaitham made it so difficult that he ended up moving some blankets and pillows to him instead.

"Sleep here then," Kaveh said with a blush. He hesitated for a moment, then he positioned himself right next to him.

"........Remember...."

Kaveh's eyes went wide open when he heard Alhaitham's sudden drunk sleep-talk. He quickly covered himself up.

"No, I don't remember. Don't you dare bring up tickling agai-NOHO Alhaitham I sahaid nohoho!"

Whatever the alcohol had done to Alhaitham's head was a mystery, but it sure rattled with his memories and turned him into the worst tickle monster ever. It was Kaveh's very own fault to choose to sleep with the tickle monster.

"Let go ohohoff meeee!" he howled, but it was definitely going to be a long night!

[trans-ace-lee]

That Darn Cat

Author's Note: So sorry for the very, very, very late upload and me being almost nonexistent on this website. In short, a bunch of life changes happened, and I 1000% don't get paid enough to do as much work as I have to do.

Thanks for being so patient with me. This a sequel to Wow Fantasstic Baby and is a product of my brain just going feral. If that what it takes to write fics, then that's what it is, I guess.

Tagging @myreygn @otomiya-tickles @ticklishfanart and a special shoutout to @parker-fluff for being my test subject to @italeean (I hope this is a nice wake up call Elle).

It was no secret that Tsukishima was an observant person. Both on and off the court, his teammates and friends know that although he doesn’t say much, he’s always watching and thinking. Thus, it came to no one’s surprise that he had picked up on a substantial amount of Kuroo’s likes, dislikes, routines, and habits in the few months they had been dating.

Despite the latter’s mess of a hairstyle, Tsukishima had found that he loves running his fingers through Kuroo’s hair and scratching at the base of Kuroo’s neck; his boyfriend, of course, loves it too. He adores the way Kuroo melts into his touch and how Kuroo hums under his breath, recording these little moments in his heart to be played over and over again until the day comes when he can’t remember.

Tsukishima isn’t the kind of person for grand gestures. He shows his love through small, handcrafted gifts made from the leftover scraps from Yamaguchi’s many art projects, daily updates about what he’s doing, sending pictures, finding scented candles that remind him of his loved ones, and reminders about important dates like quizzes and doctor’s appointments.

But lately, Tsukishima notices that the third year’s replies to text messages and phone calls decrease in frequency. It’s not as if he doesn’t understand. Third years have college entrance exams, plus his duties as a volleyball captain with a team going to nationals. He has his own exams and volleyball practice to attend to. Sure, he wants Karasuno to beat Nekoma if given the chance, but he plans on giving his boyfriend a needle-felt cat and maybe a kiss, no matter the outcome.

Instead of mourning the time he’s losing and whining to his boyfriend to pay attention to him, he finds himself worried about Kuroo because he knows that trying too hard not to let go is like trying to hold onto wet sand. And, yet part of him is still insecure because this is his first relationship, and he’s terrified of messing everything up. He has a small but strong support system, but they’re people who know the deeper parts of him that he hides behind walls.

After blurting these fears out loud on accident while talking with Kenma to double-check if his observations are correct, Tsukishima finds himself with a free bus ticket to Tokyo. During the many hours it takes to get from Miyagi to Tokyo, he can’t help but think he’ll see a side of Kuroo that he’s never seen before.

Regardless, he wants the latter to open up to him and show him every side, the bad, the sad, the ugly, the calm, the cheerful, and everything in between. In time, he hopes to do the same.

This afternoon, on the rare day that Kuroo takes a break from studying, his boyfriend is practically sprawling on top of Tsukishima’s lap while Tsukishima runs his fingers through the former’s hair.

“I want, uh, want to do something for you,” Tsukishima says, his face heating up a little as he breaks the silence in the room.

“Hmm?” Kuroo mumbles in response, “But you already do so much for me, love.”

Tsukishima debates hiding his face behind his hands. He absolutely adores how Kuroo still makes him feel like a giddy little kid, as surprising as it is to imagine him that way (Yamaguchi won’t stop making fun of him, not that he minds).

“I know…” He takes a deep breath and leans down to plant a kiss on the back of Kuroo’s neck. “You’ve been really stressed lately, and I just want to help relieve your pain in any way I can.”

Kuroo pushes himself up on his forearms so he can look Tsukishima in the eye. Kuroo’s gaze is filled with such warmth and understanding that Tsukishima falls in love with him over and over again. No matter Tsukishima’s limited and feeble attempts to comfort his boyfriend, Kuroo always treats him with such kindness and grace, letting him warm up at his own speed. He admits that opening up again is hard, but he’s willing to do it for Kuroo.

“All right. What do you want me to do, then?”

Tsukishima bites his lip. Okay, maybe he hasn’t thought this through enough. He tries to think of something, anything that he can do to erase the tension lines in his lover’s face and the stiffness in his lover’s shoulders, until a small voice in the back of his mind has him fighting back a smirk. “Can you lie down on your stomach?”

“Like this?” Kuroo asks, stretching himself out on Tsukishima’s bed with his arms crossed over his head.

Tsukishima slings his right leg over Kuroo’s body and sits down on his butt.

“Ooh. I think I’m going to like this.”

This time Tsukishima actually smirks now that Kuroo can’t see him. He expects his boyfriend to squirm or even at least twitch when he squeezes Kuroo’s sides. What he doesn’t expect is to hear a loud shriek followed by rapid giggling. “I’m just trying to give you a back massage, darling. Won’t you be good and stay still for me?”

The only response he gets is a shaky fuck off.

“Tch. I guess someone better teach this naughty cat a lesson.” He grins at the way Kuroo immediately starts squirming at his words. “Oh? The flirty tom cat can’t take what he dishes out. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to behave.”

Okay.

Tsukishima knows he should feel a little guilty, but his boyfriend’s squeaks and snorts of protest as his drums his fingers on Kuroo’s sides. But he loves the way the latter shakes his head from side to side, making his bed hair even messier than usual. Scratch that, he kind of loves everything about the figure cackling even harder than Tsukishima had been before when he skitters up Kuroo’s ribs.

“Naaahaahahat there,” the latter begs, trying to grab Tsukishima’s hands.

Kuroo fails every time.

“Hmmmmm?” he says while alternately poking each side of his lover’s ribs just to see him jump. “Then…how about here?”

The cackling gets replaced by a long howl that’s almost painful to his ears.

Good.

He snickers. “Attention neighbors of this small apartment with hopefully thick walls, I need to report a murder. Cause of death some fingers resting on a set up very, very, very ticklish underarms.”

Leaning down next to Kuroo’s left ear, Tsukishima asks, “Left, right or both.”

And he thought his boyfriend was a little sadistic when Tsukishima was getting tickled the last time.

“FUUHUCK,” Kuroo screams, his arms clamped to his sides.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad. I’m not even doing anything.” Tsukishima squints at the shiny dot on his lover’s face. “Wait? Is that a tear I see?”

Kuroo whines.

Tsukishima, with some strength he didn’t even know he had, flips the latter over and pins Kuroo’s hands over his head. “Nope. That absolutely won’t do. I want to see that cute face of yours.”

It takes everything in him not to coo at his boyfriend on the spot as he looks down with a soft smile on his face. Kuroo’s face is flushed, more so than any match he’s seen him in. He relishes the way Kuroo tries in vain to hide his face in his arms. Even the bright red color of his ears matches his face.

Kuroo is so hot like this.

Another squeak of protest breaks the silence.

Tsukishima’s smirk returns at the sound. “Sounds like someone is a fan of that.”

“Nohohoooo.” Kuroo replies, now giggling and squirming from anticipation.

“Now, raise your arms above your head and keep them there.”

“WHAT,” his lover squawks, mouth agape.

He plants a kiss on Kuroo’s forehead. “You heard me love. Or…do I need to do something a little more drastic?”

“I-Ihii…whaaa…?” Kuroo replies, his face growing redder and redder by the second.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry I have an even better idea for you.” He uses one hand to pin both of his lover’s wrists and uses the other hand to grab the latter’s chin so they’re looking at each other. “Please move dow-no, you will move down so I can sit on those pesky arms of yours.”

Somehow Kuroo’s face grows even redder at the command but scoots down like he’s told, albeit while glaring at Tsukishima. Nope. Tsukishima is definitely not proud of himself for that one. Not at all.

Turning around, yet still keeping a strong grip on Kuroo’s wrists, he uses his right leg to pin his boyfriend’s right arm and his left leg to pin his boyfriend’s left arm until he’s more or less just kneeling on them. “Yes…Yes, this is much better,” he says with a low hum that rumbles in his chest.

Kuroo pouts up at him. It’s so fucking adorable that Tsukishima wants to take a picture, so he does as the former only pouts harder at the action. “You don’t want to bully your poor boyfriend, do you? You wouldn’t do something like this to him, would you?”

“Sorry, dear.” He uses his right hand to massage circles onto the base of Kuroo’s neck. The all-familiar hum follows as he moves up the back of the latter’s head and kneads on his scalp.

Once Kuroo is sufficiently relaxed, he digs a single finger into the center of Kuroo’s right underarm. His lover almost leaps off the bed with a high-pitched squeal. It’s music to his ears.

“SHIHIIT,” Kuroo screams before breaking into desperate laughter and flopping around like a fish out of water.

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Tsukishima teases, “It’s just one little finger. How bad could it be?”

“IIIHIIT’S BAAHAHAD." His boyfriend’s legs wave back and forth in a frantic matter, reminiscent of something straight out of a horror movie.

Kuroo has many sides, sides that Tsukishima has yet to see, but he thinks this might be his favorite. In everyday life, both on and off the court, his lover is calm, cool, and poised. This side of Kuroo is a wild beast he can’t wait to tame. He wants to learn which buttons he can push, and perhaps what his boyfriend will do in return.

“Hmm? I don’t know. I think you can get more desperate than this. I guess we’ll just have to see, then.”

“FUUHUCK OFFF!” Kuroo tries to hiss but it ends up sounding like the high-pitched sound of a tea kettle going off.

Tsukishima settles into a rhythm. Alternating between left and right with a single finger right in the center has Kuroo practically wailing. Spidering around the edges until little hiccups and snorts start to filter through his lover’s laughter. Raking his fingers from the middle of Kuroo’s ribs up to the bottom of his biceps makes him blubber and babble like a brook filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes.

And, once Kuroo almost gets used to the pattern, he wiggles all five fingers into each underarm which has the former straight up screaming like he’s being murdered.

After the nth round of this routine, because Tsukishima has all but forgotten…oops, Kuroo’s begging and pleading becomes incoherent.

“FUUHUHUUU! NGHHHH! NAAAAA MOHORE!”

“Really, more?” Tsukishima asks. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”

Tears stream down his boyfriend’s face as his laughter finally goes silent. “I…c…an’t…”

“Okay. Okay. I think you’ve had enough, silly,” Tsukishima replies with a chuckle, crawling off Kuroo’s arms and helping the latter sit up. Biting his lip, he says, “I didn’t take it too far, did I?”

“What!” Kuroo squawks, waving his hands in front of his chest and then covering his face with his hands. “No. no. I…uh…kindoflikedit.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Say it again.”

Kuroo tries to hide his face in his hands again. “Nooooo,” he whines. “You already heard it once. I’m not saying it again.”

“Oh come on,” Tsukishima says, bending down to give his boyfriend another kiss, “Be good and tell me again, clearly this time. I want to hear every word.”

Another sound akin to a wheezing kettle comes out of his lover’s mouth. “Oh. My. God. You can’t just say stuff like that.”

 “But I can, and I will,” Tsukishima replies. He could get used to this. Kuroo all flustered for him. “Now say it.”

“Nooooooo.”

“I’m waiting.”

“...Fine.” Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I. Liked…it.”

 “Well…I guess that makes two of us, then,” Tsukishima peppering Kuroo’s face with kisses until his boyfriend is giggling. 

“As long as I get to get my revenge, of course.” Kuroo reaches over to squeeze Tsukishima’s thigh just to hear him squeak.

If he was a different person, he would be pouting, but he settles on prying his lover’s hands away from his face and planting a kiss upon his lips.

“But…We need a safe word or something, so we know for sure if we go too far,” Kuroo says after their lips part, his voice coming out more breathy than normal.

“Mhmm. Yeah. I don’t want to actually kill my boyfriend.”

Kuroo glares back at him in a playful manner. “Based on today, you’re sure as hell going to get as close to that as possible.”

“You love me anyways,” Tsukishima replies while pulling Kuroo into his arms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 11 - Pause & Pose

Citron: 《It seems that there are no problems regarding this matter.》

Personnel: 《Understood. Well then, there is one more thing I’d like to discuss--.》

Personnel: 《Actually, ever since your activities have become more widely known about to the general public, Citronia-sama, interest in foreign culture and arts has been growing.》

Personnel: 《There is a proposal that the country should take this opportunity to invite performances from abroad.》

Citron: 《I think that’s a wonderful idea. I will talk it over with my father.》

Personnel: 《If that’s the case, I will make putting together a rough outline my number one priority.》

Citron: 《I’ll be keeping an eye out for promising theater companies and other groups on my end.》

Personnel: 《Thank you very much for doing so. I will have a rough outline ready in time for the International Arts Festival, so please wait until then.》

Citron: 《Regarding that… please put the status of my attendance on hold due to scheduling circumstances.》

Personnel: 《Would you like someone else to attend in your place? His Majesty also said that this would be a good opportunity to promote Zahra to places abroad…》

Citron: 《No, if we do participate, I would be the person most suited for it… but I’m currently tied up with some other things. Please just give me some time.》

Personnel: 《Understood.》

Citron: ��

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Typing*

Tsuzuru: …Phew.

Masumi: …It’s noon.

Tsuzuru: What are you? Some kinda hourly reporter? Chill, I’ll take a break soon.

*Phone buzzes*

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: If you know who it is, you should answer right away.

Masumi: I know.

Masumi: …I’m answering a call, so get out.

Tsuzuru: Huh? I’m supposed to leave?

Masumi: Go.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, yeah, I’m going.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door closes*

Tsuzuru: (Maybe this is Masumi’s way of getting me to take a break.)

Tsuzuru: (Guess I could go for a walk after I eat lunch…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Shop bell rings*

Shop Worker: Welcome. Please take a seat anywhere.

Tsuzuru: …

Syu: Oh, would you look at that, if it ain’t Minagi-sensei.

Tsuzuru: Huh--.

Tsuzuru: (I never would’ve expected to see Otomiya-san in a coffee shop like this, it’s like seeing an animal in the wrong environment… Like a bar would make sense, but here?)

Syu: I ain’t out drinkin’ all the time, y’know.

Tsuzuru: (Busted…)

Syu: You alone? Come ‘n hang out with me for a bit.

Tsuzuru: Ah, well, if you insist…

Tsuzuru: (He even acts like we’re in a bar.)

Syu: Damn, that Yukio’s really done it again.

Tsuzuru: Huh?

Syu: The Fleur Award.

Syu: This is Yukio we’re talkin’ about, so I bet he’s all “Theater is the best” and “It’s more fun when everyone’s aiming to win the Fleur Award ♪”

Syu: He probably hasn’t even stopped to think about all the people who got caught up in this and now can’t tell left from right in the confusion.

Tsuzuru: Haha…

Tsuzuru: (I’m really starting to feel like I’m one of those people…)

Syu: So, how are things goin’ for you? Figure out what you’re gonna do to win?

Tsuzuru: Ah, we’re thinking of doing sequels for our debut performances…

Syu: You don’t say. That sounds pretty interestin’.

Tsuzuru: It’s just, this is my first time writing a sequel, so I’m having a lot of trouble trying to figure out how to make it work and what kinds of things people are expecting from me. I’ve got a huge weight on my pen, so to speak.

Syu: Why can’t ya just keep doin’ what you’re doin’? Doesn’t the fact that you chose to do sequels to your debut performances show that you’ve got some kinda determination?

Tsuzuru: Well, I mean, I guess so.

Syu: Well, if you’re in need of some more help--.

Tsuzuru: ?

Syu: …Ever heard of a director named Akazaki?

Tsuzuru: Oh, I have. Isn’t he pretty famous?

Syu: He’s a director and a playwright, and every few years he runs a scriptwriting camp to train the younger generations.

Syu: He’s doin’ it again this year and asked me if I knew of any promising young talent.

Syu: I was actually gonna recommend you, Minagi-sensei, but I decided against it ‘cause I figured you’d be too busy for it.

Tsuzuru: A scriptwriting camp… those actually exist?

Syu: Playwrights who have participated in it in the past have done things like won theater awards overseas and have been selected to work on major dramas, so it’s got a proven track record.

Tsuzuru: I’ve never done anything like that before, so I’m really, really interested.

Tsuzuru: But considering that the results for the first quarter are gonna be announced in three months, I don’t know if I’d have the time for it…

Tsuzuru: (I’m pretty attracted to new challenges, but given the timing, I feel like I’ve gotta hold back on this one.)

Tsuzuru: I’ll definitely want to participate whenever the next one happens.

Syu: Got it. I’ll keep ya posted for when that time comes.

Syu: And like I said before, I think you’re doin’ fine as is, Minagi-sensei.

Syu: If you’re goin’ back to the basics, let your past self teach ya about ‘em within the script for your debut performance.

Syu: Think about what it is you wanna write about. It’s pretty easy to find that sorta thing in your first work.

Syu: Writin’ what you wanna write is one of the upsides to workin’ for a specific theater. This sequel’s somethin’ that only you can create, Minagi-sensei.

Syu: Do what you want whenever ya get the chance. Before it gets to a point where ya wanna read somethin’ but can’t.

Tsuzuru: --.

Tsuzuru: (...Right. He can’t read any more of Hakkaku-san’s sequels.)

Tsuzuru: (And if it weren’t for the changes in the Fleur Award system, we might’ve never brought up the idea of doing sequels to begin with.)

Tsuzuru: (Blindly clinging to the opportunities put in front of me. That’s how I did things back during RomiJuli.)

Tsuzuru: (Thinking it could’ve been both my first and last chance, I was willing to do anything and everything I possibly could.)

Tsuzuru: (That’s why now, I--.)

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[otomiyaa]

This was so much fuuun! Dr. Zayne my beloved~~

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A date worth remembering| Zayne x Reader

Collab with @otomiyaa

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! We're early for this one but we wrote it in like one day *applause* we love our doctor that much 😍 we hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: Chocolate? Check. Gift? Check. Food? Check. A clueless boyfriend? Check! All ready for the perfect Valentine's day!

Words: 2k

You felt a little silly. Your cheeks were red and your heart was about to jump out of your chest as you made your way to Akso Hospital. Night had already fallen over Linkon City, but the streets still looked very alive and vibrant. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple holding hands, hugging and even sharing kisses in the middle of the street, causing your already reddened cheeks to get even hotter. 

Flowers, chocolates, balloons and heart-shaped decorations filled the restaurants around. It was that big celebration again: Valentine's day. You couldn't say you'd ever been drawn to that particular celebration. Thousands of other more important things were running through your head most of the time, but... now Valentine's Day didn't feel so foreign to you. 

With your free hand, you covered the silly but huge smile that stretched your lips. On your other hand, you carried a plastic bag with two lunchboxes, food warm and ready to serve; in your bag were two boxes: a heart-shaped one filled with truffles and dark chocolate. The other, a small rectangular box with a pen with a certain doctor's name engraved on it. It was your first time celebrating Valentine's day, you couldn't help but go a bit overboard.

Your voice sounded funny as you checked in at the reception. They had gotten used to you popping in unannounced, being Dr. Zayne’s partner. You were allowed access and made your way by yourself to his office. You couldn’t wait to see his response… Giggling and humming to yourself, you ended up in front of his door, and you breathed in. 

“Alright then,” you whispered, raising your hand to knock on the door. Right at that moment, the timing magical and so funny, the door opened and Zayne showed up. He looked at you and your raised hand, and then moved back into his office.

“Great timing. I was about to go catch some lunch.” He walked back inside, letting you stumble in with your luggage. You were used to your boyfriend being such an ice queen. 

“You? Lunch, at a regular time?” you asked. 

Zayne shrugged. “I remember a certain someone promising me to eat lunch normally if I did too, so I’ve got to set an example,” he said kindly. You smiled and put the bags down beside his desk.

“Well, good thing I planned my visit just right then. I have something for you, of course,” you said, reaching inside the bag and taking out the chocolates first. You handed the box to him, and he accepted it with a frown on his face.

“Thank you? You know I don't usually eat sweets, but thank you for choosing dark chocolate..." Zayne said, turning the box over and carefully reading the ingredients label. “However, is there any particular reason why you're giving me this? … Is it my birthday? Isn't it during summer?” 

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him. He actually looked confused, his eyes looking at the box carefully and then turning to look at your eyes. You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his expression. You expected nothing less from Zayne, he obviously wasn't going to remember that today was Valentine's Day - it really would have been surprising if he had remembered. 

“What is so funny?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he opened the box to take a chocolate.

You giggled, cleaning a gleeful tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Zayne… I'm really hurt.”

That caught his attention. He quickly raised his head and looked at you with slightly widened eyes. You weren't upset that he had forgotten, you expected that to happen, but that didn't mean you couldn't act a little offended, right? 

“Did I do something?” 

“Do you know what day it is, Dr. Zayne?” you asked playfully. 

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Date?”

“February 14th,” he said, and you could see his facial expression change as he said it. He wasn’t that stupid.

“Oh.” 

He turned his head, looking just the slightest bit embarrassed. He was so cute. You strode towards him and grabbed the chocolate box that was still in his hands.

“You are in a relationship with me, and forgot about Valentine’s Day?” you asked him teasingly. He put only a little bit of effort in keeping the chocolate box as a shield in front of himself, but you managed to take it away and put it on his desk as you dragged a chair to sit beside him. 

“I was busy,” Zayne explained.

“So was I,” you hummed. “Mission after mission, but looking forward to this day,” you said, rubbing his stomach fondly through his doctor's suit. Zayne shuddered and caught your hand.

“Don’t,” he warned, but you continued to wiggle your fingers. 

“Don’t what?” 

There was no way he would say it, but the light pink hue spreading across his cheeks only made you feel more playful. Your mind convinced you that he needed to be lovingly punished for his cute mistake. Leaning in closer to him, noses almost touching, one of your hands sneakily moved to his side and your fingers gently wiggled against his flank. 

Zayne gasped and he jerked. “You– I am sorry, it r-reheally slipped my m-mihind- stohohop that!” A giggle escaped his lips when he felt soft wiggly fingers on both his sides, climbing up towards his ribs. 

“Hmm? Stop what?” You tease, smiling warmly at him; the corner of his lips trembled, stubbornly trying not to smile. “Why are you so squirmy? After not remembering it is Valentine's day, now you don't want me to be close to you? Don't you think you're being too rude, Dr. Zayne?” 

Zayne shook his head, trying to avoid facing you as he tried to push your hands away from his body, but a squeeze to that tender spot underneath his ribs had him letting out a strangled sound that made you giggle. 

“Oh? Could it be that Dr. Zayne here is ticklish? Or maybe it's just some reflexes?” 

“I’m nohohot - wait ahahah!” He turned and twisted clumsily, positioned awkwardly against his desk while you continued to tickle him. You gasped dramatically.

“You’re not? Were you going to lie to me too, on top of everything else? I’m so hurt,” you said, grinning like an idiot as you continued to observe the sweet expression on his beautiful face. Even from the funniest joke, Zayne wouldn’t ever laugh the way he did right now. Tickling was like magic, so you couldn’t help but find the smallest excuses to make your lover laugh.

“Ahahalright, that’s enough!” Zayne laughed. You cocked your head.

“I don’t understand,” you whined, your hands lowering to dig into his hips, making him jerk and jump adorably.

“I’m sohorry!” he laughed. “I forgohohot!” Zayne laughed. You didn’t even consider tickling him into an apology, but if he was going to be like this anyway…

“Didn’t quite catch that,” you said, pinching his cute hips again. Zayne let out the most adorable little cackle.

“I’m sorry I forgohohot Vahaha-Valentine’s Dahahay!” 

“Are you really sorry, Dr. Zayne?” You grinned, leaning so close to his laughing face. “Don't forget I haven't used my special weapon yet,” you teased, your hands moving behind him, your fingers gliding across his lower back, making Zayne gasp sharply and jump forwards, your noses now definitely touching. 

“I truhuhuly am sohohorry!” He laughed, his arms suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. You blinked in surprise, your hands stopping before you wrapped your arms around him too, squeezing him tightly as he laughed breathlessly against your ear. 

How could you deny him a hug when he was letting you listen to that wonderful sound he could only do? Zayne's laughter was definitely the best gift for any occasion. How could you not forgive him? 

“Did you learn your lesson, Dr. Zayne?” You asked, kissing his shoulder. “I'm sure you won't ever forget about it, hmm?” 

Zayne sighed, finally breathing normally. He nuzzled your neck with his nose and you giggled, pressing yourself closer to him. 

“Even though I was laughing against my will,” he said, playfully biting your neck and making you gasp. “My apologies were sincere. I am also sorry because I didn't get you a present… dinner's on me next time.” 

You hummed, the most ridiculous grin pulling at your lips. “That's okay, Zayne. I kinda knew you wouldn't remember it. I know you that well.”

“...” He leaned back to look at you. “And yet you decided to tickle me?” 

You shrugged your shoulders. “It was your punishment!” 

“I see,” he said, nodding slowly. You held your breath when he gave the most intense stare for a few seconds. He then let go of you and moved towards your bag.

“So did you bring anything else, or will we have chocolate for lunch?” he asked. You breathed out. For a moment you thought he was going into revenge mode.

“There’s lunch of course. A healthy one. Warm.”

“Did you pack it well? I hope it didn’t get cold,” Zayne said. You nodded proudly.

“The way I pack it, it never gets cold,” you said. Zayne hummed.

“Good. Then we have a little more time.” Suddenly he had both hands on you, and you jumped up in a wave of surprise and panic as he started to tickle you.

“Hohohold on! Zahahayne!” You tried to make your escape, but he pulled you back. 

Zayne held you firmly against his chest, one arm wrapped around your back, his fingers sneaking under your arm from behind as his other hand clawed at your ribs and then quickly moved to your hips. You laughed against his chest, your cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing your laughter.

“Uhuhunfahahair! UHFAHAHAIR!” You cackle, trying to push him away, but it was useless, he had you trapped. “Why ahahare you tihihickling mehehe?!” 

Zayn chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. “Well, you tickled me first, I guess I'm just returning the favor… you also took away my chocolate. That was mean, don't you think?”

You shook your head, shrieking and laughing as he tickled you mercilessly. How dare he?! He was the one who forgot but he still tickled you?! How was that fair? You wanted to ask him, but you were too busy laughing your head off and the only word that came out of your mouth was his name. 

“Yes, yes,” he said calmly as he lifted your arm a little so he could bury his hand properly under it. “I am right here. You don't need to call me anymore.”

You were blushing so much it felt like your cheeks were on fire. “Plehehease! Nohoho!” you whined tiredly when his fingers wouldn’t let you rest for one second.

“Why not?” Zayne asked, his voice soothing. You shut your eyes and squirmed in his tight embrace.

“It tihihickles,” you laughed, slowly losing strength in your voice and body to protest already. To think you stood the best chances against the strongest Wanderers, yet just a little bit of tickling from Zayne and there was nothing you could do.

“Good.” Zayne’s hand that was tickling your ribs had dropped further down and moved under your clothes where he rubbed your bare tummy lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel blessed and tortured at the same time, relaxing in his hold.

“Shall we have lunch then?” Zayne finally said, slowing down his tickle attack but not entirely stopping it yet. You nodded quickly.

“Y-yehehes,” you giggled. 

“What did you say?” Ah, he even returned your own teases to you, acting as if he didn’t hear it well. 

“Yes!” you squeaked and he chuckled, finally stopping his playful assault. You collapsed against him, breathing heavy and giggling softly. “You're s-soho mehean, Dr. Zayne,” you whined playfully, looking up at him with a little pout. “You truly don't deserve me, I'm too good for you.”

Zayne laughed softly and kissed your rosy cheek. “Yes, yes. I don't deserve you,” he said, rolling his eyes and kissing your forehead. 

“You don't deserve the other gift I have for you either,” you said nonchalantly, slowly moving away to take the lunchboxes out.

Zayn arched an eyebrow and he discreetly looked around, trying to find that other gift. You grinned. 

“Did I make our doctor feel a bit curious?” You teased, placing the lunchbox in front of Zayne, who blushed slightly at your words, but refused to say anything. “You truly don't deserve it, but…,” you said, grabbing your bag and pulling out the little box. “I hope you like this, Zayne.”

Zayne grabbed the box, but he didn't open it immediately. He stared at it, perhaps a little too shy and you smiled warmly. 

“Hey, it's okay, love” you said, placing a loving hand against his thigh. “You can open it. Don't worry about anything! You already gave me a beautiful gift.” He frowned and you playfully poked his ribs, making him gasp. “Your laugh and also your time.”

Zayne stared at you before chuckling softly. “You're so corny.” He opened the box, and he paused for a moment before taking out the pen.

“....That’s…” You hoped you weren’t making him feel burdened, so you quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Do you like it?” you asked. Zayne turned his head and smiled at you. Without answering, he pulled you closer and kissed your lips. Ah, so that was a big yes. You melted into the kiss and whined a little when he pulled apart. 

“I truly don't deserve you,” he said and you giggled, kissing his nose.

“Don't be silly,” you said, feeling your cheeks flushing. “Now, let's eat before our lunch really gets cold! I'm sure you'll love it. It's soooo healthy! It even has-

“Carrots…” 

“Hmm? Oh! I think that's m-mi-ahahaha! No! Nohoho! Wahahait!” 

You could barely get another word out as a very vengeful yet sweet and charming Doctor Zayne renewed his tickly revenge, and you couldn’t help but love him for it. Well… It was definitely a Valentine’s Day with remembering! 

[intheticklecloset]

Redeemed (Junjou Romantica)

Summary: After a fight, Usagi is overly apologetic and Misaki is beginning to feel guilty. But then Usagi gives him a coupon book for personal favors, and he gets an idea...

A/N: This is a fic I wrote for the one and only @otomiya-tickles several months ago. It was originally going to be part of the 12 Days of Ficmas last year, but when that didn't happen I decided to write it just as a special gift. I've finally decided to share it with the rest of you as well. (This was also the first fic I wrote after...certain events.) Hope you enjoy. <3

Word Count: 2,642

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This coupon book was ridiculous, but it had been given to him with good intentions and a sincere apology behind it, so Misaki sighed resignedly and flipped open to the first ticket, beginning to read.

One free massage. One day without interruption. Wow, really? One fancy dinner of choice. One shopping trip. One…

The list went on and on, each page more intriguing and confusing than the last. Misaki felt his heart warming. He appreciated that Usagi seemed genuinely remorseful for what he’d done the other night – forcing himself on him so much the younger boy cried for an hour straight, feeling violated and unsafe in their shared home – but this almost felt…too much.

Then he flipped to the last five pages of the small coupon book, wrinkling his brow when he saw that they were blank. It took him a few moments to notice the small text at the bottom of the page:

Write-in. Whatever you want, I’ll do it for you, Misaki. I love you.

Misaki’s heart officially melted.

It was almost too bad that Usagi was out of the apartment right now. He felt as though he could go to the man this instant, wrap him in a hug, whisper that he’d been forgiven. Really, he’d been forgiven before the coupon book was even handed to him – his partner’s profuse apologies upon seeing his tears had been enough, even if they hadn’t felt enough in the moment. But now he felt their roles had been reversed, that he needed to go and comfort his boyfriend this time.

Well, he could cook them a nice dinner and they could have that conversation later. For now, Misaki put the coupon book back in his pocket and flopped sideways on the couch, curling up comfortably, mind swimming with possibilities.

Of course he would use the write-in space – it was too good to pass up. But what could he ask for that hadn’t already been offered to him in a different coupon? He could always ask for another full day of no interruptions if he wanted. That was truly beneficial to him on several levels and appealed to him the most out of everything he saw. An opportunity to get his work done without being snatched away for a spontaneous makeout session or tickling? That would be amazing.

Wait.

Misaki’s eyes flew wide open. No. No way. I get enough of that already – I can’t ask him to—

But he was already searching for a pen, heart hammering in his chest.

After all the apologies and all the thoughtful coupons, truly, this was the least he could do to meet Usagi halfway. Pen now in hand, he clicked it open and shakily began to write in his first request.

*

The door to their apartment clicked open. Misaki glanced up from where he was making dinner at the stove and smiled shyly. “Welcome back.”

Usagi hung up his coat and removed his gloves, maintaining uncertain eye contact with him the entire time. “Thank you.”

Things hadn’t felt this awkward between them in a long time, and Misaki was determined not to let it last. “Did you have a good day?”

“I did.” The older man approached the kitchen cautiously, like he was afraid of spooking his partner. “Did you?”

Misaki smiled genuinely then, remembering the coupons, thinking of the one in his pocket he intended to hand his boyfriend after dinner. “Yes.”

Usagi nodded. “Good.”

There was a beat of silence, then the younger man couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Aren’t you going to kiss me hello?”

Usagi blinked, then seemed to relax, sauntering around the counter to meet him and pull him gently into his arms, kissing his lips tenderly, with none of the harsh determination he usually exhibited. “Hello, my love.”

“Mmn.” Misaki groaned, pulling away when he heard the contents of his pot about to boil over. “All right, that’s enough. Go sit down; I’ll bring you a plate.”

The older man opened his mouth – probably to protest that he could do it himself – then seemed to think better of it and did as he was told for a change. Misaki smiled to himself, turning off the burner and stirring up the last of their dinner before reaching for two plates out of the cupboards overhead. Usagi was kind of cute when he was being docile, though he knew that once that coupon was out of his pocket and in his boyfriend’s hands, that would end quickly.

Dinner was uneventful, if a bit strained on Usagi’s part. Clearly he was still feeling badly for how he’d behaved before; his conversations were empty of their usual teasing cadence and flirting comments. He was polite, interested, and tame.

Misaki couldn’t wait to get him back on track.

When they’d finished eating, Misaki glanced at the clock. Half an hour, he decided. That’s what they say for swimming, right? I’ll wait half an hour and then give him the coupon.

In the meantime they migrated to the living room after putting the leftovers away for tomorrow. Usagi seemed relieved when his boyfriend sat beside him on the sofa, cuddling into his side like he did when he wanted comfort or affection.

“How did you like your coupons?” Usagi asked him after a while, voice soft.

Misaki tensed at first – thinking of the one in his pocket – then remembered that wasn’t one of those that Usagi offered and relaxed again, humming contentedly. “They were really thoughtful. I appreciate it, Usagi-san.”

“Any that caught your eye?”

“One day without interruption?” Misaki said, voice teasing. “Can you really do that?”

“For you, I can do anything.”

At this, the younger boy lifted his head and looked at his boyfriend, surprised to see how serious Usagi was about this. He felt himself melt again, though this time it came with a pang of guilt. He was definitely feeling too badly about what had happened for too long. He glanced at the clock. Forget the half hour – he had to do this now.

Misaki shifted, throwing a leg over Usagi’s lap. The older man looked surprised in the split second it took the brunette to lean down and kiss him. After a long moment strong hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer, holding him almost reverently.

“I’m sorry, Misaki,” he murmured for what felt like the hundredth time since that night a few days ago. “I know I can be pushy, but I never meant to hurt you—”

“I forgive you, Usagi-san,” Misaki whispered into another kiss, reaching into his back pocket. “In fact, I’d…I’d like to redeem one of those coupons now, if I can.”

Usagi pulled back, eyes darting to the paper in his boyfriend’s hands. “Of course. Whatever you want, my love. My Misaki.”

Misaki whimpered at the endearment, blushing as he held out the coupon. Usagi took it and angled it until he could read it.

“Oh, one of the write-ins?” he mused, then fully took in what the words said and what they meant. He blinked. He glanced at his partner. “Oh?”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me!” Misaki protested, shoving at his chest lightly, feeling heat rising in his cheeks.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“N-No! I mean…” The brunette hesitated, certain he wouldn’t even be allowed an explanation before he was attacked, but surprisingly, Usagi was sitting there patiently, watching him, waiting for him to speak. Misaki whimpered again, averting his eyes. “I don’t…don’t entirely hate it, you know? Just…maybe we can have a safe word this time?”

Usagi’s curious look gradually shifted into a sly grin that made Misaki’s heart race. He tossed the coupon aside and pulled him in closer, earning a squeak in response. “What word would that be, my little tickle toy?”

That did it. Misaki covered his face with both hands and flopped into Usagi’s chest, groaning. “Don’t call me that! It’s embarrassing!”

“Answer me, Misaki.”

He whined. “I-I don’t know…why not the same one we use in the bedroom?”

“Because I want a different one for this.”

Of course he did! “Fine! You pick one, then.”

At this, Usagi gripped his waist tightly and got to his feet, hoisting him over his shoulder and beginning to trek upstairs. “You’re the one who will be laughing himself silly. You decide.”

Misaki’s eyes widened. He knew – he knew they’d be doing this now, but still! He gripped Usagi’s sweater and yelped, “W-Wait!”

“You wrote it,” the older man said matter-of-factly, swinging their bedroom door shut behind them, plunging them into darkness without bothering to turn on the light. “You wanted this.” He tossed Misaki onto the bed, making the smaller boy squeal and start giggling already even though he hadn’t been touched yet. Usagi loomed over him, and the brunette could tell he was smirking even though he couldn’t see him perfectly. “Choose a safe word, Misaki.”

“P-Purple,” Misaki stammered, not at all sure why that was the only word that came to mind in the heat of this moment. He shrank back on the bed, arms glued to his sides preemptively.

Usagi chuckled. “Purple it is.”

“Eeek!” Misaki cried when his boyfriend pried his legs open to sit between them, leaving his thighs vulnerable to the first tickles, which came swiftly once their word had been established. “Ehehehehehe wahahahahahait! Wait, I d-dihihihihidn’t have tihihihime to gehehehehet reheheheheady!”

“Did you need time?” Usagi teased, amused by his partner’s weak attempts to swat at his hands. “Would it really have helped you?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“So, tell me, my love. What inspired you to use one of your write-in coupons for this?”

Misaki desperately wanted to cover his face despite it already being dark in here. “I tohohohold you alreheheheheady!”

“Explain it to me again.”

“Jeheheheheherk!” Misaki whined, bucking his hips with a near scream when Usagi moved up to pinch his hipbones in warning. “Okahahahahay, okay! I l-lihihihihike it, kihihihihind of! A lihihihihittle bit!”

Usagi hummed. “Like it how?”

It took a moment for the younger man to process what the question meant in his ticklish haze, though thankfully his partner had moved up to his sides instead of his death spot. “Nohohohohot like thahahahat, you pehehehervert! Just for fuhuhuhuhuhun!”

“All right,” Usagi chuckled, shoving his hands under Misaki’s clothes to get to the bare skin beneath. “But don’t think that means I won’t try this in the bedroom, too. Just to experiment.”

Misaki couldn’t even bring himself to protest or fight back; he was too lost to his giggles already. It had only been a few days, but he didn’t realize until now how much he’d desperately missed Usagi being on top of him, making him squirm and let out involuntary noises that embarrassed him beyond belief.

And really, after how tense and awkward things had been between them since that night, seeing the outline of his boyfriend’s happy grin made all of this worth it.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Usagi teased, fingers scribbling and scratching at his sides and tummy. “Look at you squirm, Misaki~ Does it tickle here? What about here?” He darted up to his underarms without warning, earning a loud shriek and even harder giggles, legs kicking the air but doing him no good with the way they were positioned. “I’ve missed your laugh, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve tickled you, hasn’t it? Were you missing it, Misaki?”

“Stahahahahahahap!” Misaki pleaded, tossing his body this way and that, going nowhere fast and feeling a little thrill from the knowledge. “Quit teheheheheheasing me!”

Usagi leaned down to bite his earlobe playfully, fingers digging harder into his armpits while his body pinned the smaller boy to the bed so he could hardly move at all. “Never.”

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Usahahahahahagi-sahahahahahan!” Misaki cackled, throwing his head back with waves of mirth, the reality of his situation sinking in more and more the longer he felt those strong, singing, unbearable sensations wrack his body. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Jeheheheherk! It tihihihihihihickles! Please, it tihihihickles so bahahahahad!”

“Does it?~”

���Mohohohohove somewhere ehehehehehelse!” Misaki begged, frantically trying to dislodge his boyfriend’s fingers from his underarms. “Plehehehehease, new spohohohohohot!”

“Oh? Would you prefer if I tickled you…here?” Usagi’s fingers moved down to his ribs, pressing and digging into each one, clawing and raking and drilling in rapid succession that left Misaki near breathless with hysterical giggling. “You do seem to like it here, don’t you, tickle toy?”

Misaki cursed, surprising and pleasing Usagi immensely. “Stahahahahahap with that crahahahap! Don’t call me thahahahahahat!”

“Tickle toy,” Usagi chuckled darkly, still pinning him in place with his body. “You just want to laugh so loud for me, don’t you? Laugh and squirm and kick and beg me to stop? Hmm, tickle toy?”

Misaki dissolved into silent laughter at the incessant teasing, shaking his head, mirthful tears springing to his eyes. “Plehehehehehease!” he wheezed, barely able to catch his breath. “Dohohohohon’t!”

Usagi seemed to sense he needed a moment, so he sat back up and slowed his tickling to a light tracing along his body, up and down his chest, digging in randomly just to watch the brunette jolt and giggle helplessly.

“You’re mehehehean, Usagi-sahahan.”

“I rather think you like it.” The older man went back down to his thighs, pinching in tandem with his teasing intonation of, “Mi-sa-ki.”

Misaki tossed his head back, spewing even more giggles, wiping a tear from his cheek. “Mehehehean.”

Usagi grinned at him, gently pushing his legs down flat on the mattress so he could straddle them, unbuttoning his boyfriend’s jeans. “Relax,” he said when he got a wide-eyed, horrified look from the younger man. “I’m not doing anything like that. Just getting easier access.”

Misaki’s eyes only went wider at that comment. He smiled wobbily, knowing full well what was coming next. “Wait!”

“Nope.”

“But it tickles so bad—!”

“I know.”

“No! Wahahahahahait!” Misaki squealed, then screamed full-on when Usagi’s thumbs pressed into those super sensitive spots along his hips where they met his thighs. He arched his back and yelled his ticklish agony into the air, and not for the first time he wished he had a way to cover himself up, this time to muffle what had to sound like him being murdered horrifically. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT, USAGI-SAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“But I love hearing you scream and laugh like this,” Usagi replied reasonably, drilling his thumbs in deep, adoring the way Misaki’s body thrashed beneath him at the simple touch, shrieks and curses and loud, desperate laughter filling the air around them.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE USAGI-SAHAHAHAHAHAN!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Usagi chuckled, shifting just slightly downward toward the ultimate prize, smirking when Misaki’s laughter when silent a second time, wheezes and gasps for breath replacing the ear-piercing noises he’d been letting out moments before. He didn’t stay there long, thankfully, lightening his touch and scribbling gently over his belly, swirling into his navel a few times as Misaki panted for air, his giggles having turned whiny and exhausted.

“Purple?” the older man asked, checking in. It was clear he was trying not to go too far again, and for that reason alone, Misaki felt like he could withstand a little more, his love for his partner swelling up inside him twice as much as usual.

“No,” he replied breathlessly, even going so far as to pull his own shirt up further, exposing more of his bare torso for Usagi to tickle. “Not yet.”

Usagi looked both elated and touched. He leaned over him again, kissing him so hard Misaki saw stars. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Misaki replied just before being sent back into a world of ticklish bliss, giggling and squirming uselessly on their shared mattress, loving the feeling of Usagi’s hands on him, making him melt, making him submit as he always did.

It was good to have him back.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 13: Budding Spring - Episode 11: Pause & Pose

Citron: << I don’t see anything wrong with this. >>

Staff: << Understood. Also, there is one more thing– >>

Staff: << As Citronia-sama’s activities become more widely known, the interest in foreign arts and culture increases. >>

Staff: << There have been discussions about proposing the invitation of foreign performances. >>

Citron: << That sounds brilliant. Let’s try discussing it with my father. >>

Staff: << I will create an outline as soon as possible, then. >>

Citron: << I will also keep an eye on promising theater companies and the like. >>

Staff: << I appreciate that. I will create an outline in time for the International Arts Festival, so please wait for a while. >>

Citron: << About that… Please put my attendance confirmation on hold due to scheduling reasons. >>

Staff: << Would you like to have someone else go in your stead? His Majesty said this is a good opportunity to promote Zahra overseas… >>

Citron: << No, if we are going to participate, I am the right person for it. I just have some work piled up. Give me some time. >>

Staff: << Understood. >>

Citron: …

-

[Keyboard keys clicking]

Tsuzuru: … *exhales*

Masumi: … It’s 12.

Tsuzuru: Are you some kinda time announcer? It’s okay. I’ll take a break soon.

[Phone vibrating]

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: Answer properly if it’s someone you know.

Masumi: I know.

Masumi: … I’m gonna call them back, so leave the room.

Tsuzuru: Eh? You’re making me leave?

Masumi: Hurry.

Tsuzuru: Okay, okay. I got it.

-

Tsuzuru: (Could he have just been trying to get me to take a break?)

Tsuzuru: (Guess I’ll eat and then go for a walk…)

-

Clerk: Welcome. You may sit wherever you like.

Tsuzuru: …

Syu: Oh, if it ain't Minagi-sensei.

Tsuzuru: Eh—

Tsuzuru: (Otomiya-san in a café is kinda… Should I say surprising? Should I call it a mismatch? … I’d understand if we were in a bar.)

Syu: It’s not like I only go out to drink, y’know.

Tsuzuru: (He saw right through me…)

Syu: Are you alone? Hang out with me for a bit.

Tsuzuru: I am. Then, excuse me…

Tsuzuru: (He even acts like we’re in a bar.)

Syu: Man, that Yukio’s really done it now.

Tsuzuru: Eh?

Syu: The Fleur Award.

Syu: This is Yukio we’re talking about, so all he’s thinking is probably things like “Theater is the best” and “It’d be fun if everyone could aim for the Fleur Award ♪”

Syu: He hasn’t stopped to think about the people who got caught up in this and are all confused.

Tsuzuru: Haha…

Tsuzuru: (It’s really starting to feel that way…)

Syu: So, how’s it going? Do you have a winning strategy?

Tsuzuru: Ah, we’re thinking of doing sequels to our debut performances…

Syu: Heeeh. That sounds interesting.

Tsuzuru: It’s just, this is my first time writing a sequel. I’m worried about how to plan it and what people are expecting of me. My pen’s feelin’ heavy, so to speak.

Syu: Isn’t the way you always go about it fine? Isn’t that why you chose to make a sequel of your debut?

Tsuzuru: I mean, I guess that’s true.

Syu: Well, if you need some more help— 

Tsuzuru: ?

Syu: … Have you heard of Director Akazaki?

Tsuzuru: Eh, I have. Isn't he pretty famous?

Syu: As a director and a scriptwriter, he holds a scriptwriting camp once every few years to nurture new talents.

Syu: He's holding it again this year, so he asked me if I know any promising young scriptwriters.

Syu: I was thinking of recommending you, but it looks like you’re too busy for it.

Tsuzuru: A scriptwriting camp… Such a thing exists?

Syu: Scriptwriters that participated in the past have won theater awards overseas, and have been selected for major dramas. The record’s good.

Tsuzuru: I’ve never participated in something like that before. I’m really interested.

Tsuzuru: But, considering the results of 1Q will be announced in three months, I think now’s not the time to participate in something like that…

Tsuzuru: (It’s a tempting new challenge, but given the timing, I don’t think I can accept it.)

Tsuzuru: If there’s a next time, I’d definitely want to participate.

Syu: Got it. I’ll let you know when that time comes.

Syu: As I said before, it’s fine if you stay the way you are, Minagi-sensei.

Syu: If you’re going back to the start, you should ask your past self to teach you about your debut script.

Syu: What do you want to write? That’s the kind of thing that’d appear most clearly in your first work.

Syu: Writing what you want to write’s one of the better parts of working for a particular theater. This sequel is something no one other than you can put out.

Syu: If you get the chance to do what you want, you should take it. Before it gets to a point where you can’t do anything at all, that is.

Tsuzuru: — —

Tsuzuru: (That’s true. He can’t read Hakkaku-san’s sequels anymore.)

Tsuzuru: (And if the rules for the Fleur Award hadn’t changed, we might’ve never brought up the talk of sequels.)

Tsuzuru: (That’s how it was with the original RomiJuli. I just blindly clung to the opportunity given to me.)

Tsuzuru: (Thinking this might be my first and last chance, I was willing to do everything I could.)

Tsuzuru: (Then, now too—)

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NOTES:

(1) the episode title is two words written in the same way (ポーズ) but denoted just slightly differently, i went with pause and pose by ear

[giggly-squiggily]

I’m starting a tag game so hAh take that >:D

Anyways it’s time for some self love sooooo

List your top 3 favorite works (art fics whatever u want)

AND WHY :D gotta make sure to do the why👹no self deprivation here🕺

Feel free to rope anybody else into this chain we gotta self lovo 🤸‍♀️

GHOST! This is so cool oh my goodness! Let's make a chain! >:D

1.) Operation WereTiger: BackFired!: One of my favorite works for Bungo Stray Dogs! It combines all my favorite things: Lee!Dazai, Atsushi's paw hands, collaborating with friends, and absolute mayhem! Nym (@intheticklecloset) is a fabulous writer- and getting an opportunity to collab and befriend her makes this fic extra special in my book ^w^

2.) Girls Night: I adored writing this fic ajlkjarkjeajkrakj It's not often I get the chance to write Shinobu and Mitsuri's friendship, nor do I get the chance much to write something so Muichiro-centric. This fic covered both! :D Getting to write these three having a sleepover and bonding brought me so much joy alejkrakjrekj I just love writing sleepover fics!

3.) Phone Chaos: Lookie, it's our collab! :D I love collabs, can't y'all tell? Alongside that- Spy x Family is one of my favorite anime/manga! The characters are hilariously cute, the story is funny and intense, and I adore these two as a couple so much. Also writing Yor with her face covered in chocolate to go alongside your art with her covered in chocolate is beyond funny alkjrkeakraekrjk

No pressure tags: @rachi-roo, @gladdygirl18, @tklpilled @danibby @otomiya-tickles, @duckymcdoorknob @myreygn @ticklish-n-stuff @intheticklecloset @skribblz @helloitsghost (That's right- I'm tagging you too :P) + Whomever reads this and wants to play! :D

[otomiyaa]

Aaaah this was such a fun project to work on with the amazing, sweet and talented @dokidoki-muffin 😍😍😍 tickletober day 27 in STYLE!! Thank you for the wonderful collaboration*w*

Also guys, definitely keep reading to see the precious 2nd artwork as well...^^

Tickletober Day 27: Monster

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom | Link x Zelda

This is a collab with the lovely Ginny @otomiyaa 🥰✨ (previously @otomiya-tickles) We've been working on this for a while but given the recent circumstances we decided that I will post both, the two artworks and fic, on my blog as one. You can also read it on her 👉 AO3!! Word count: 1173

Zelda rubbed her eyes. How long had it been? Her stomach answered the question with a loud growl. Right. Past lunch time. For hours she had been sucked into her books and notes, investigating her latest discoveries about Hyrule and the Zonai. It was always like this when she was spending time at home, at her cozy shared house in Hateno, together with Link.

Speaking of Link… 

“Link, I think I might say yes to that lunch offer from earlier,” Zelda called out to Link who had been busy downstairs. She had heard him prepare lunch, turned down his offer to eat together despite the delicious smell. She had heard him eat, then the distant sounds of him rummaging around, and she kind of forgot that somewhere, in between all those moments, Link had announced to her that he would be going on a hunt. 

Not that the knowledge of his plans could have prepared her for the sudden sight of a… monster. Though, not a scary monster.

“Link?!” Zelda covered her mouth and literally held back a laugh. Barbarian armor. The most hideous Lynel mask she had ever seen… Link was looking absolutely hilarious.

“W-whahat are you dohohoing?” Zelda blurted out, failing to muffle her laughter as she continued to admire her boyfriend’s “monster attire”. 

“Going on a mission,” Link reconfirmed. He spread his arms. “Do you think they will fall for it?” he asked.

Well, one person was literally falling and it was Zelda, sinking to her knees as she couldn’t stop giggling.

“You look ridiculous hahaha!” she laughed. Monster Link cocked his Lynel head and scratched himself in a totally uncharming way.

“Do I?” he asked, and he slowly approached her. Eep! Zelda could immediately recognize his mischievous mood, but she couldn’t really do anything but laugh hysterically. Although, if that was laughter… Well, she wouldn’t know what to call what came next from her very own mouth. 

Squealing, shrieking, howling, whatever. But it was definitely loud. All because Link calmly lowered himself on top of her, straddling her while his fingers unleashed a merciless tickle attack on her poor stomach and sides. And Zelda happened to be very ticklish. 

“LIHIHINK! Ahahaha nohoho!” With the crazy mask that stared at her with its ugly eyes, and the relentless tickling on her lower torso, Zelda was suffering from a double laughing fit right now, and it was taking all her breath away.

“AHhhehehe Liiiiink whahaha!” Zelda cackled. Her hands failed to pry off her boyfriend’s hands that crept under her blouse, moving the fabric up to tickle her bare tummy and sides. Link��s monster act was definitely better than the looks of it. He remained quiet and proved to be an excellent tickle monster, with speedy fingers that carefully tickled their way from Zelda’s stomach all the way up her ribs and under her arms.

“EEEHEHEe nooooo Liiiink!” Zelda cried, but monster Link was serious about his little revenge - at least, that was what she thought it was. One does not simply laugh in the face of the Hero of Hyrule. 

“I gihihive! Plehehease!” Zelda laughed hysterically as Link kept scribbling persistently at her sensitive underarms. She could hear him break character under his mask: a playful giggle. Link finally stopped his attack on her and sighed. He still sat on top of her and watched her with that silly mask.

“It was that funny, hmm?” he commented when Zelda greedily caught her breath, blushing like crazy. Zelda nodded tiredly.

“Yeah,” she wheezed. They both giggled softly when her stomach suddenly growled again.

“Ah. Right, lunch. Late lunch,” Link muttered. It was so funny to hear him talk, still with that silly mask on. 

“I will get you something warm to eat,” he offered gently, moving off her, as he grabbed his mask.

“So, you’re staying around a bit longer then, Mr. Monster?” Zelda said teasingly, getting up as well and watching him walk to the kitchen.

Link nodded. “Yes, yes, I can stay a little longer. We can eat together first, and… uh…” Zelda watched him fiddle with the mask. He was tugging it, looking like he was trying to take it off, but… Zelda snorted once again.

“Wait, are you stuck?” she asked when Link continued to struggle with the ugly beast covering his face. Link shook his head wildly.

“Stuck? No, no. I just - I can’t get it off,” he muttered. Zelda slowly approached him with a smirk on her face.

“That’s the meaning of ‘stuck’, Link,” she said, and she wiggled her fingers from his exposed underarms down his sides. A delicious shriek filled their little house. 

“Hehehey! Nonono,” Link giggled nervously, stepping back and tumbling to the floor. Zelda followed him down and had him right where she wanted him for a nice and fitting payback.

“What’s this? Could it be that the tickle monster is in fact… ticklish himself?” Zelda sang, attacking Link’s tummy with fast scribbles. That’s one thing the barbarian set did well: it exposed his tickle spots and sensitive bare skin well. Way too well.

“Zehehehelda! Nohoho I’m sohohorry!” Link was quick to apologize for his tickly prank. He continued his attempts to take off the mask, flailing his free arm and kicking his legs. Link was so ticklish it was actually funny, but also the cutest thing in the world. Zelda smiled fondly, but went back into battle mode when she managed to snatch Link’s hand that tried to defend his tickle spots.

“Now I got you, little monster,” Zelda said, holding his hand tightly while her other hand tickled Link’s exposed underarm. 

“HAAAaaahh!” Link’s loud screech must’ve scared the birds away around their house, and Zelda laughed along with him. Link, who wasn’t usually this vocal, now officially sounded like the monster he tried to be.

“Convincing,” Zelda said with a smile. 

“Just one more time,” she encouraged. It didn’t matter if Link would stake his attempts at taking off the mask. She tickled his armpit and drew out the loudest most precious squeals.

“Zehehehelda ahahaah! You wihiihin hahahha!” Link laughed. It was never a competition to begin with, but Zelda decided to accept his words of defeat. She grabbed the mask and tugged it off Link’s head. 

Link let out a tiny wail in pain when the mask got finally unstuck, probably stripping his head from a hair or two, but he let out a sigh of relief. Zelda admired his bright red face, and she giggled. The mask still between her hands, she leaned down and kissed his lips. And Link kissed her back.

“Let’s eat,” she suggested when they moved apart, and Link nodded.  “G-great idea,” he said with a cute blush on his face. The mask stayed off, for now, and Zelda was more than pleased to enjoy Link in his cute barbarian outfit a little longer before he would leave for his hunt. She couldn’t stop smiling. Well, well. Maybe this whole monster dress up was something they had to do more often!

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

About Me and the Blog

I am a 1st year college student pursuing a Bachelor's in Aerospace Engineering. If I don't post in a while, you know why. But, I'll definitely post something in advance or an update whenever I have the time. I love tickling and I am 90% lee 🫠. Interestingly, I have never been tickled before but have always been yearning for it since I learned about it. I usually satisfy my craving by reading fanfics and looking at art which at times gives me the ticklish tingles if you know what I mean ;) 

This brings me over to why I started this blog. I have been thinking of starting a tickle blog for a while now. Around 5-6 years ago. I wanted to write and join the tickle community that has always been bringing me happiness throughout my life. It's the joy, laughter, and connections that I feel when I read a fanfic or see an art piece. The Tumblr Tickle Community has a special place in my heart and I want to be a part of it. 

My main inspiration and love for tickling comes from otomiya-tickles, now known as otomiyaa. Her blog has been a huge influence and one notable post she made back then when I was still exploring the community was key in making me start a tickle blog. Screenshot below 👇

Her post was a sense of relief knowing that there are other people like me that are hiding their interest in tickling. I wanted to break out of my shell since then and here I am now, proudly starting a tickle blog :) I'm not alone and there is a whole community that I can be in without being judged because we have something in common, tickling. 

I want to also thank all the tickle blogs whom I've liked the content of over the years and how much your content means to me. I have read fanfics or saw artwork of a series and enjoyed it and wanted to watch the series. Avatar the Last Airbender and Dr. Stone, as examples. 

A special thanks to you, the reader, for taking the time to read this and understand me and the blog a bit better. This all came from the top of my head and was a lot of information. I can't wait to make content for you all and see what else the community has in store!

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Aventurine x Reader

Romantic + 06. “Could you… do that to me?” Requested by anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Special thnx to @lovelynim for helping me come up with the idea for this*w*

Clover, top!

Spade, side!

Heart, under the chin!

Switch! Repeat!

You were so invested in your new little petting routine that you didn't notice you were being watched.

"What... are you doing?" You jolted and quickly turned around to see Aventurine smirking at you. He was still in bed, looking very lovely with his sleepy face and bedhead.

"Ah! Just petting the cakes," you said, and you walked towards him and gave him a good morning kiss.

"Those little babies are just too cute," you said with a smile, and you glanced back at the adorable cat cakes which were now meowing beacause of the sudden lack of attention.

When looking back at Aventurine, you noted a pout on his face. "You looked quite intense over there. Never seen you like that before," he commented, and you blushed at the realization that he may have been staring a little longer before he made you notice.

"A-ah, well, like I said. Just so cute," you answered. Aventurine was still pouting.

"Could you... do that to me? Or am I not cute?"

You stared at him. Do what? You almost asked this literally but luckily you already realized, and you gasped. The petting?!

"Y-you mean...?" You wiggled your fingers slightly and he nodded cutely. He even pushed the blankets down a little, revealing his half-unbuttoned PJs, and he reached for you with his arm, welcoming you to cuddle.. and pet him?

"Come here," he said. Ah, he was in such a cute and needy mood huh! Seeing you pet the cat cakes made him that jealous? You smiled and crawled against him. He was just too cute.

"Like this, then?" You lightly scratched the top of his head, like you had done to Clover. Aventurine made a cute humming noise.

"Yes," he agreed with a smile. He closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the attention. You combed your fingers through his hair and enjoyed the way he acted like a cat. If you continued this, would he pur?

"Here too," you said, moving your fingers to his ear, and you lightly scratched him right below his ear, brushing your fingers under his earlobe and against the warm skin of his neck.

"Hehehe," Aventurine giggled softly. He was still a little sleepy and seemed to enjoy the affection very well with his eyes closed, but was that a giggle?

"Does it tickle?" you asked. He nodded.

"Just a little," he admitted. Oh no, oh dear. This was such a sweet, loving and peaceful moment to start your morning with. But no, misschief came to peek around the corner the moment Aventurine admitted it tickled.

You smirked and glanced down at his torso. His PJs was unbuttoned so perfectly that you could see his bare skin.

"Ah, well then you should better prepare yourself. Because next in the petting routine was something like this," you said, and you reached down and lightly traced your finger against his bare tummy. Aventurine jumped and opened his eyes in surprise.

"Ohohoh, well that won't be nehehece-ssaaaarehehehee!" He was so quick to turn into one sweet giggly mess now that you were attacking him with all ten fingers - misschievous, ticklish and on purpose.

Your fingers danced under the fabric of his PJs, tickling him teasingly and making him whine.

"Nohoho! Not thahahat!"

"Yes that," you sang, shaking your head fondly.

"You asked if I'd do that to you, so I am doing it to you," you reminded him, scribbling your fingers against his sides, in a way that wasn't even that much different from how you were petting Spade.

"I dihihidn't mehehean- ahahah!" Aventurine squirmed, but you pinned him down and made sure he wasn't going to get away without finishing the petting routine.

"You are moving too much, dear. I didn't even go for the next petting spot yet. Well, hope it doesn't tickle," you said, reaching for the spot under his chin and tickling him there like you did to Heart.

Aventurine let out the cutest yelp. "Nohoho!" He tried to grab your hands, but his movements seemed a little clumsy because of the tickling.

"T-too ehehearly for thihihis!" he giggled, finally catching one of your hands but unable to pull it away.

"Never too early sweetheart," you teased. You simply continued to wiggle your fingers, tickling him under his chin an also returning to some of those sensitive areas on his neck and near his collarbones.

Your lover was so handsome and sexy, yet at the same time he could be like a whiny kitty cake.

When you finally stopped tickling him, he wrapped you in his arms and held you tightly. You tried to move, but were stuck in his embrace, and you giggled.

"So, after petting comes cuddling?" you asked. You enjoyed the way you could feel his chest heave with each deep breath as he recovered from your tickle attack.

"Yeah. I'm resting," Aventurine said. You nodded.

"Alright."

"And then once I've rested, I will tickle you back. But not yet. Just you wait, darling~" he said tiredly, and your eyes widened. You started to squirm, but his tight hug was really not allowing you to go anywhere!

"Oh hehehe, that won't be necessary. Aven? Baby? Will you forgive me? Hey, answer me!" The little tease was now just ignoring you, or simply falling asleep again while he wouldn't loosen his grip on you.

Oh boy, looked like you weren't going to get out of here without a taste of his revenge!

[t-wordiiish]

Favorite tickle video/content blogs?

Oh gosh let me think

@otomiya-tickles writes the best fanfics I've ever seen I've reread the genshin ones idk how many times JAJSJSHSH

@sourcesolo has good gifs and I'm constantly finding content there to reblog

@weakagainstfeathers makes me feel some type of WAY😳

@ticklishprincesub has no idea I exist but his content fuels my ler/soft dom tendencies I have aidjdjdhdhd I might have a Tumblr crush on him and he might be my dream lee

@toadallytickles cuz who doesn't love her are you even in the community if you don't follow her

@city-tickles also has really good content! Especially videos definitely check out the videos that are posted there

There's definitely more but I can't think of them off the top of my head

[xsezzie]

Profile Tag Game

Hello: My name is Sezzie, I know I can be rather blunt and robotic at times, but I promise you I don’t wish to intentionally hurt you. I am always open to having a chat whether it be in my DMs or through asks.

Chat: Tickling - Of course I like tickling, no shame in that. It’s completely normal… some people get flustered by it? Oh well, those people are the cutest~ Hm? You aren't cute? Well, I guess someone will need some tickles to convince them otherwise!

Chat: Identity - I wonder who I was yesterday, who I’ll be today, and what I’ll be tomorrow… I wish I knew who I was.

Chat: Masking - That thing I just did now, it was incorrect. I will be sure to act correctly in accordance with societal norms next time. If I do not act correctly then others will become disgusted or angry... Just as I would if you were to do the same.

When It Rains: Ugh, this would be nicer if it was at night time…

After the Rain: Everything either looks really clean or really dirty depending on the area… oh look, the birds are coming back out.

When Thunder Strikes: Ah… so relaxing.

When It Snows: What’s that?

When the Sun Is Out: Everything is as it should be…

When the Wind is Blowing: Ugh, my hair is messed up now…  

Good Morning: Get up already, the world is perfect at this hour. The bad people don’t come out until later so it’s best to enjoy it while it lasts! 

Good Afternoon: So hungry… must do my best to not eat a big meal…

Good Evening: Better get inside… they will be coming out soon.

Good Night: The optimal sleeping hours for those who suffer from depression are 10pm to 5am. Setting yourself a strict bed time will do wonders for your mental health, so hurry along, time for sleep.

About Sezzie: Alphabet - A fellow neurodivergent coworker taught me to think of all my disorders as “my alphabet”… so my alphabet currently is GAD, MDD and BPD… with ASD and ADHD in the process of being diagnosed.

About Sezzie: Writing - I actually hate that I’m the writer in the family and cannot physically draw. But, having a high literacy IQ certainly comes in handy when I’m creating. I’m glad people are able to feel my writing when I put the effort into it.

Something to Share: Name - My real name means “princess” apparently… I hope I don’t come off as one.

Interesting Things: Senses - Ah I love exploring sensory things. Honestly, I believe that feeling sensory pleasure is very soothing and not always supposed to be NSFW as most see it.

Sezzie’s Hobbies: Each of my personalities seems to have different hobbies, but if had to take a guess on the true me… writing, worldbuilding, and video games would be on top! I do also enjoy learning new things and gardening.

Sezzie’s Troubles: My existence troubles me… too dark? Well, deal with it. Life isn’t sunshine and rainbows, and I’m tired of coddling the special ones.

Favourite Food: I do not have the ability to have a favourite food due to my sensory eating issues… my addictions and interests change constantly. Ah but if there is one I’ll always come back to… Chicken Kievs hehe

Least Favourite Food: All of them! I like the art of food but eating? Bleh. I wish we didn’t have to.

About @otomiyaa: Ahhh she is my idol! I have been following her for years.. and only recently got the courage to begin talking to her more. I get nervous and think I come off as some weird fan that thinks they are friends with their idols. Forgive me Otomiya-SAMA!!

About @ticklystuff: He is the first person I began talking to when I joined the community. I feel like I owe him something for all the kindness and chats we have had together. I wish I could talk more often about hot MEN with him hehe

About @ticklish-n-stuff: Sakura-chan is one of the few people I can let my guard down and show my more "embarrassing" or "fangirl" sides to when it comes to characters I like. I am grateful to have her in my life. She also gushes about MEN with me and we have a blast discussing tickling.

About @nataliewritez: Nat is my adorable little sister and is a joy to chat to about anything. I can't believe we have known each other for nearly 2 years already!

About @fanfic-chan: Dessie is so adorable and such a comfy person to be around! Also the biggest lee ever hehe

About @ticklygiggles: Little does she know how cute she is. Perhaps I should go tease her sometime soon...

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Tagging @fanfic-chan @nataliewritez @ticklish-n-stuff @ticklystuff @italeean @thatonetickleblog @anzynai @stopiteatpopcorn

[lovelymessybubbly]

hiya egggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggster mcbegggggggggggggggggster I was looking through ur blog and I was wonderin do you have any blogs or peeps ya wanna shoutout? I want to look through more epic blogs but the sea of tumblr is vast!

oh of course ! ☆*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*☆ i would be happy to share with you some of my favorite blogs.

@sleepysheepytea has the cutest most shojo art style and draws a lot of cute anime characters experiencing playful tickling

@vqler colors and renders like a god, creates super flustering and in depth comics of characters from all sorts of media in ticklish scenarios

@ssnicker-doodless super fluid and fun art style, is a complete fandom run-around so you will never run short of content for different medias

@ticklishfanart wonderfully soft and cuddly style and very clean lineart, pours so much love into their fave characters and it comes through in their art

@otomiya-tickles all of her fics are like solar flairs in your brain, hit all the right spots, and she is also super duper sweet and loves to chat about tickling

@happyandticklish writes incredible fanfic and so many in such a short time, you will be fed like a king i swear it to you. also provides the most groundbreaking text posts about tickling

@ticklishraspberries amazing writer, super sweet, provides a comforting presence in our community

@dokidoki-muffin professional level art, but pumps it out like it’s nothing. torments so many wonderful anime characters, with unending love, of course

@made-by-jade-222 super talented and fun, creator of an insane form of media to be found on such a niche community: audio bites, and has a genius brain when crafting ticklish scenarios

@ticklygiggles super talented writer, all her fics are so smooth and clean and will have you completely red in the face

@skribblz whose art looks as though it came straight off the page of the manga it was drawn for, and every picture has a different scenario, which is impressive on it’s own

and many many many more. i hope you can be fulfilled by all that they provide to the community !! ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ

p.s. @ticklepinions also has an intricate breakdown of notable blogs here !

[spectres-swtk-thoughts]

Tickle Alphabet - Fives

I've been thinking about Fives recently and decided to write my opinions about him. Then I can use this as basis for a fic I am thinking of (though I also have to come up with behaviors for Rex 😏). As always this alphabet was created by @otomiya-tickles.

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling? :)

Saying this loud and clear: cuddlebug. Expect him to latch on and never let go whether he was the lee or the ler. If his victim is feeling really shy or embarrassed afterword he will crack jokes and tell stories until they’re smiling for a non-tickly reason.

B.2: By | Who do they most enjoy being tickled by?

This boy just loves to be tickled honestly, but if he thought about it, Rex. Fives might’ve been apprehensive/shy about it at first but later on roughhousing with Rex and being how Rex relieves (his own and Fives’) stress is always fun and lifts his mood. 

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Before becoming a part of the 501st, Fives was not great at getting away from tickle attacks. The Domino Squad (Hevy) always got the jump on him, and if it were 4 v 1? An absolute goner. His ability to run got better later on, as did his ability to hunt down a potential lee. 

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

His underarms 1000%. I have an image ingrained in my head from the reboot Star Trek movies of Bones keeping Kirk steady with a hand slotted under Kirk’s arm, I imagine this with Fives. His brothers want to make sure they have his complete “attention” so they’ll hold him in place, one hand on his shoulder, another under his arm and he hates it. Also, it’s not protected by armor so he’s a goner anytime. Jesse gets Hardcase to help out a lot during any break they can find.

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

When he was shyer he’d really only make his desire known by getting Hevy’s or Echo’s attention but not clarifying what he needs them for (they catch on quick). He also learns being his goofy, mischievous self will get him what he wants. As for tickling others, he just does it no warning.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

Loud is the first descriptor that comes to mind. Whether he’s being tickled or not he’s laughing and is very boastful. Watch out for his facial hair, he is evil about it. If he has the upper hand it is no secret he will tell you. If the tables turn so does his demeanor he will beg and plead so fast. I have a scene playing out in my head if multiple forces team up against him, his brothers grab his arms to get at his death spot and he crumbles so fast, immediate giggles, wobbly knees, unsure whether to cover his mouth, protect his tickle spots, or fend off his lers. 

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

I don’t see him laughing a lot to these. DEFINITELY squirmy, might bite his lip to contain giggles but for the most part just takes them.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

I see Fives doing the same trick over and over to get the better of a sibling. Like with Echo, gaining the high ground (bunk) and holding his brother's feet hostage while the other can’t get up off the floor. Sometimes he can repeat the trick many many times, but some people (Kix and Rex) learn fast and can turn the tables against Fives.

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

Not great. Not because of how fast he gives in, but because he wants to give in and is either too shy or laughing too hard to get the words out. He learns to tap out and to breathe before trying to talk after sometime.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

I think he likes the funny feeling it gives, he loves an excuse to cuddle his brothers, and he just loves being the reason people are laughing (with him, never at him).

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

GOATEE EVIL EVIL. He will rub his beard and stubble into his lee’s neck or tummy and has 0 qualms about it; he knows it’s an unfair advantage and he’ll never stop.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

All of the above, all options selected. Giggles, cackles, snorts, squeals, it really depends on where and how he’s being tickled but giggles and belly laughs are most common.

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

He is more likely to be a victim of tickle attacks without any provoking because he doesn’t like to get up— he will but he’ll grumble about it, hence the attacks.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

Welcome to Mischief Town, Population 1. Be on guard he is here to play games and pranks, consequences be damned (or very welcome). He is more likely to be the victim of a provoked tickle attack and to tickle many to the ground.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

He would continue his mischief in his squads' chat, he might give hints he is in a tickle mood or send warning for another person to run. As for space tumblr behavior, yea I see it he’s one of us.

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

DOMINO TWINS BABY. They are a force to be reckoned with. They know each other so well they don’t have to talk they just act. It’s almost scary.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

Stutters. For as much confidence he gains and how much he enjoys himself, he gets so embarrassed.

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Domino, no question. Or tapping out if he’s too —fluttery is the word that came to mind idk why but to me it fits I hope it makes sense to others— to answer.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Wiggly fingers, the almost touches that elicit nervous giggles. Boasting about his advantage and how his lee can’t stop him.

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

Arms, if his brothers have him pinned they like to start teasing him with light tickles from his elbows down his biceps on their way to his worst spot. It’s more the itchy type of tickle than anything. If he had to choose something he hated about being tickled it might be that.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

His twin of course! Echo is just too fun not to tease and he already knows every spot so he doesn’t need to learn. Echo’s mischief can be directed at Fives so getting him back is always a victory. Later on as an ARC trooper, he makes sure to initiate cuddle piles with shinies, one of his favorite things is getting them to laugh, relax, and feel safe after their first battles.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

it’s situation and ler dependent. If it’s Echo? Not a problem, they can interchange the word over and over. If Rex shows up, Fives is a goner.

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When I talk about him being shy, I am thinking about this one post (I have no idea who created it sorry) talking about how pre-Citadel Echo was the more prevalent voice, the one to take action, while Fives followed his lead. One of the first times we see him speak up is his speech during the Battle of Kamino. Because of that I think Fives was pretty shy and reliant on Echo to speak for the both of them in social situations. So even when he gains his voice around others, still imagine the smaller group of 501st we see him with, those are his safe people :)

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Check out our first fluffy collab of the year! Now also on AO3 🥰

New Year's Resolutions| Victuuri

Collab with @otomiyaa ✨

A/N: Our first Collab of the year 🥺 Even though Ginny already retired, I keep bothering her, asking her to do collaborations together. Thanks for accepting again, my deeear! I have a blast as always~ I looove you ❤️

Summary: it's the fresh start of a new year and Victor and Yuuri find themselves talking about their resolutions.

Words: 1.8k

The first couple of days of the new year found them curled up in bed, sleeping with their legs intertwined, hugging each other and their faces so close together, breathing the same air. It was warm and cozy, in their hearts they couldn't wish to be anywhere else than in each other's arms. They would stay in bed until their bellies started to rumble and right after breakfast, they would jump back to bed to enjoy each other some more. 

A hand sneaking here and there would lead to a giggle or a kiss and then another hand going further down would make one of them let out wonderful pleased sounds that would guide them to consummate their love with kisses and caresses until their bodies got tired and they had to take long naps together. 

It was a lazy routine and at first they both felt a little uncomfortable, especially Victor, who really liked to go out and have a good time, but neither of them could resist the other's warmth and kisses. 

“Yuuri?” Victor had mumbled one morning, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he comfortably laid on his side with Yuuri snuggling against him; his long fingers carding through his lover's hair. 

“Hmm?” Yuuri nuzzled closer to Victor, taking a deep breath when his nose touched Victor's throat. 

“When are you going to tell me your new year’s resolutions?” 

Yuuri didn't immediately answer him, and after a few seconds, Victor thought he had fallen asleep again, but he didn't and when he talked again, Victor jumped slightly. 

Yuuri giggled when he felt Victor flinching and he hugged him tightly. “Are you supposed to share your resolutions?” 

“Hmm, I don't see why not. I can share mine with you and maybe you can join me in some resolutions and I can join yours?” 

“... I see. Alright.” Yuuri yawned. “You first.” 

A charming low chuckle could be heard from his husband. Ah, husband… Yuuri was still stuck in his sweet bubbly feelings when he felt Victor pinch his lower side playfully, making him let out a weird strangled noise.

“Don’t be mean Yuuri, I asked you first,” Victor argued, making Yuuri giggle.

“Okay okay!” Yuuri huffed, and he was very aware of Victor’s hand that remained on his side, but it did not move again, so he held his breath and thought for a moment.

“I would like to try more recipes. Learn to cook more good food for you, Vitya. Also eat good food together.”

“That sounds nice,” Victor agreed.

“I’d also like to visit more places. We talk more about traveling and don’t actually do it. Let’s visit some new places this year,” Yuuri continued, now feeling inspired. 

“Oh, and pick up my old workout routine. Maybe you could help me, coach,” Yuuri said playfully. He tingled when Victor’s thumb rubbed his side in approval.

“I’ll help you, student,” he said.

“Another resolution is… To tell you that I love you, more than I did last year. Hmm… Yeah,” Yuuri said, and he yawned sleepily. 

“I’m touched, Yuuri,” Victor said fondly. 

“Now, tell me yours?” Yuuri moved closer against him if that was even possible. He was pressed tightly against Victor and nuzzled him like a cat. 

“My new year’s resolution…” Victor thought out loud, and Yuuri could feel his hands on his body climb up - the one on his side trailing up his ribcage, the other moving from his waist further up as well, and he tensed up.

“Victor?” he whispered curiously, but Victor was still humming, deep in thought.

“Ah, yes. My only resolution is to tickle Yuuri more.” And suddenly his fingers dug into Yuuri’s sensitive torso, drawing out a loud pitchy laugh from him.

“Vityahaha! Nohoho!” he howled, but he had given himself quite the position in his lover’s arms and it seemed he was going to be stuck there for a while as Victor continued to tickle him with quick and playful scribbles.

“What do you mean no, Yuuri?” Yuuri’s cheeks flushed hearing Victor's teasing tone as his fingers wiggled against his ribs, making him throw his head back with loud laughter. “You have to help me with my resolutions since you're in them!”

Yuuri shook his head, shrieking as Victor moved down to his tummy, under his shirt. “You tihihihickle mehehe plehehenty ahahalreahady!”

Victor only hummed and Yuuri cackled, jumping and jerking as his lover's hands jumped from spot to spot, gently squeezing, scratching, poking and jabbing at his warm, ticklish skin. No matter how hard Yuuri tried to cover his weakest spots, Victor already knew the map of his body by memory and his fingers found every little patch of skin that had him shrieking.

“Yuuri!” Victor whined when Yuuri almost caught his hand. “Stop trying to stop me! I'm trying to do something here!”

“Dontticklemethere! Dohohon't tihihickle me thehehere- ahahaha!” Yuuri squeaked when Victor grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it above his head, exposing his underarm. “Plehehehease, Vihihihictor!” 

“Don't act as if you don't enjoy this, my love,” Victor purred and so his fingers finally touched his very vulnerable underarm.

Yuuri’s eyes widened before squeezing shut and he threw his head back, howling hysterically. It tickled so bad! It was way too early for this! And yet… he felt warmth and happy tingles spread through his body. Victor wasn’t wrong, it’s not like he didn’t enjoy this particular feeling. Laughing at his relentless husband’s mercy.

“Lehehehet go ohohof my ahaharm ahahahaha!” Yuuri kicked his legs when Victor wouldn’t stop tickling his helplessly exposed underarm.

“Alright, but promise you won’t move.” Victor was quick to agree and buried both hands under Yuuri’s arms, thumbs rubbing into the center areas of his armpits and tickling Yuuri so bad he was shrieking.

“Nahahaha Vityahahaha!” He flailed his arms and instinctively tried to push him away.

“You promised not to move!” Victor gasped. 

“I dihidn’t prohohomise ahahanything huwhaha!” The last bits of sleepiness were completely gone as Victor pinned him down and tickled Yuuri’s sides and ribs with admirable determination. 

Yuuri tried to keep in his laughter in an attempt to make Victor lose interest, but that was an impossible task when he was already laughing like a mad man, especially when he felt Victor chasing after his hips. He shrieked, panicking, trying to squirm away from those mean fingers wanting to dig into the soft and terribly ticklish flesh of his hips. 

“Hey, what are you hiding from me, huh? Why do you keep moving away, Yuuri? Am I going for your best spot?” 

Yuuri shook his head, but he then screamed with laughter when Victor finally grabbed at his hips and started squeezing them. He jolted and squirmed wildly, tears of laughter falling down the sides of his face. Victor laughed too, teasing Yuuri with comments about how ticklish he was and saying that his resolution was going just fine. 

Yuuri could barely speak as he was cackling his lungs out, his hands uselessly trying to catch Victor's, but noticing that wouldn't work, he gather the bit of strength he had left and moved both his hands under Victor's arms, his fingers wiggling into the warmth of his armpits. The sound that left Victor's mouth was inhuman and Yuuri laughed even harder as his lover's hysterical laughter replaced his own. 

“Oh my god, Yuuri!” He said in English before throwing his head back in ticklish hysteria. “NAHAHAT THEHERE! YOU TRAHAHAITOHOR!” 

It was actually hilarious that Victor tickled him so much when he was this ticklish himself. Yuuri blushed at the reconfirmation: he really didn’t mind Victor tickling him to death sometimes. However right now…

“Traha-traitor? Me? N-now why would you say that, honey?” Yuuri teased breathlessly as he managed to overpower Victor with tickles. Victor fell back, and Yuuri chased after him and continued the tickle attack under his arms, taking along some of those sweet spots on his upper ribcage as well.

“YUUREhehehe! Nohoho! Hohohonehehey!” Victor could return the pet names or anything, but nothing was better than this. Yuuri smiled fondly and wiggled his fingers mercilessly against his husband’s tickle spots.

“You’re the one training me, coach. Don’t tell me you forgot I’ve got stamina for two?” Yuuri asked, still out of breath a little but handling his teases toward Victor quite well. Victor cackled and squeaked, flopping adorably underneath him.

“I knohohow! Buhuhut my rehehesolution - ahahaha!” 

Yuuri cocked his head and concentrated on that great spot between Victor’s ribs. “Your resolution?” he asked dreamily, staring at the blush on Victor’s cheeks as he tickled him.

“Tihihickle you - wahhaah! Nohohot thihihis!” 

Yuuri nodded, taking in that sweet laughter. “But I like this a lot, too. I might add one more resolution,” he said. “Also, didn't you say we could join each other's resolution? I might want to tickle you more this year as well!” 

Victor shook his head as he shrieked with laughter. “Mehehercy on thihihis old mahahahan! Ack! Yuhuhuhurihihihi!” 

Yuuri giggled, “now you're an old man? Don't act as if you don't enjoy this, Vitya,” Yuuri giggled brightly, seeing Victor's cheeks flush pink. It was true that Yuuri was the one that really liked being tickled, but maybe after so much time together, Victor had started to like it as well and that made Yuuri's heart jump excitedly inside his chest. 

“I dohohon't- ahahahah, Yuuhuhuhuri! Leheheave my poohohohor ahaharmpihihits alohohone!” 

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” Yuuri said, and he couldn’t hold back a giggle at his own bad joke. He could hear and understand each word Victor sputtered through his hysterical laughing fit, but that didn’t stop him and his fingers from enjoying this game a little bit longer.

Only when Victor started to sound really tired, Yuuri slowly stopped his attack, and he smirked. “Mercy?” he asked, poking Victor one more time. Victor nodded tiredly and snorted.

“Yeheheah whahatehehever!” he laughed. Yuuri finally moved back in their previous embrace. They were now both all messy; messy hair, sweaty, teary and blushy faces, and each wearing a huge smile as they caught their breath while staying in each other’s arms. They both sighed deeply and looking at each other's eyes, they couldn't help but break into loud laughter again.

Yuuri thought holding each other like this, laughing and giggling and sneaking some tickles here and there, was the perfect way to start the year and he hoped dearly inside his heart that he could spend all this new year with Victor like this, loving each other and enjoying silly little moments together. 

“Yuuri?”

“Hmm?”

“We'll have a great year,” Victor said softly, his eyes a bit droopy, feeling sleepy after their little tickle fight. “We’ll go to new places and eat yummy food together and I'll tickle your little head off every chance I get.” Yuuri giggled, feeling fingers walking up the curve of his waist. “So be ready, Yuuri, because we'll have a blast! People will get mad they only see our pictures on Instagram.” 

Yuuri smiled and nodded before kissing Victor's lips gently. “I love you, Victor.” 

He knew every year would be enjoyable if Victor was with him. 

[tickles-tea]

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