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[giggly-squiggily]

Whoops I found another sports anime 👀

(I’ll reblog this and let y’all know if it’s good!)

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summary: Karasu scraped his knee, Otoya sees an opportunity for mischief and Shidou inserts himself into the situation. Fun.

an: idek what this is but i'm kinda obsessed with these three and karasu gives me kuroo vibes in a way i can't explain he's so ahhhh

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“Eita. Eita, no. Eita– Eita.”

Shidou was debating. On the one hand, he had finally found a comfortable position on his bed and was just about to doze off after a long day of tormenting the weak and trying to land a kick into Rin's arrogant face. On the other hand, the increasing urgency in Karasu's tone was intriguing, to say the least, and a part of him was curious about what shenanigans his roommates were getting up to.

The other, bigger part of him preferred taking a nap though.

“No, no, get– Eita. No.”

Oh, that came with a little shriek, interesting. Half-giving up the idea of napping, Shidou rolled onto his side and let out a theatrical yawn to remind them that he was in the room too so he wouldn't see anything he really didn't want to see, then he slightly peeked one eye open to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

The Assassin and the Ninja were on Karasu's bed, both fully clothed (thank heavens) with Karasu leaning back onto his hands and Otoya kneeling in front of him. They seemed to be locked in a stalemate, staring at each other like two cats about to break into a fight.

A cat fight.

Shidou bit back a giggle and watched closely how Otoya's hand moved closer to Karasu which made the older boy pull back his leg and hiss quietly. “No.”

“No what?” Shidou gave up on spying on them and sat up, stretching his limbs and smirking when his sudden intrusion on the scenario made Karasu glare at him. “What'cha doing, Hokage?”

Otoya seemed to brighten up at the nickname and lifted his hand to show Shidou a... washcloth? “Crow boy took a nose-dive on the running track.” A grin pulled on Otoya's lips as he looked back down at his fellow team captain. “A beak-dive.”

Shidou snorted and Karasu rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha.”

“I thought it was amusing.”

“Well, you're a dumbass,” Karasu snapped at Shidou and opened his mouth to immediately let another insult follow, but instead a startled yelp left his lips and his knee jerked. “Eita!”

Finally won over by his curiosity, Shidou got up from his bed and made his way over to see what Otoya was doing. Just moving the washcloth over the scrape on Karasu's knee, nothing major. Hm. “Are you being a wimp, Karasu?”

Oh, if looks could kill.

“I've been trying to clean it for like ten minutes, but he wouldn't let me,” Otoya explained as he carefully cleaned the injury and proceeded to carefully press it against Karasu's knee to cool the skin around the scrape.

Shidou glanced down at the Assassin, his brows furrowed slightly. “Why not?” Something told him that there was more to this story.

“I don't trust him,” Karasu snarled, but Shidou could see his tension ease at Otoya's gentle treatment of his ouchie. He could understand the sentiment of not wanting to trust the Ninja, but so far he seemed to be doing a good job. Karasu had probably just gotten his guard up a little too high over the past few days – a natural occurrence when spending time around Shidou, or so he had been told – and was now freaking out over nothing.

Just as he came to that conclusion, Karasu finally relaxed and closed his eyes for a brief moment. That was all it took for a mischievous spark to appear in Otoya's eyes and his movements to pause. Then everything happened very quickly and all Shidou could do was stand there and admit to himself that they had been fooled.

“Shit– Eheitahahah!”

Oh well, at least he wasn't the one paying for their mutual mistake.

Mildly impressed, he eyed Otoya's grip on Karasu's ankle, as strong as it had been quick, and the diabolical gleam in his eyes as he slowly dragged the washcloth over the back of Karasu's stretched out knee. Impeccable technique, he had to admit.

“Ihihi'll kihihihill yohou!”

Karasu seemed less impressed. Within the blink of an eye he had gone from grumpy and wary to flopping around on the mattress like a fish, angry giggles pouring from his mouth and his leg uselessly twitching in Otoya's grip. Shidou gave himself a moment to take in the unusual sight, then he slipped back into his element and threw himself onto the bed next to Karasu, smirking down at him.

“Oi oi, what a charming laugh you have.” He looked down at Otoya, then back at Karasu and teasingly flicked against his forehead. “He gotcha good, you gotta admit.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Karasu tried to glare at Shidou, but the frantic giggles robbed him of quite some of his usual intensity, if not to say all of it. “Fahahah– dohohon't tohohouch mehehe!”

“Ah, but you're usually so touchy.” Shidou chuckled, deciding not to flick Karasu's forehead again and poking his exposed armpit instead. Oh, that got him a squeak. “If I just think about all the times you put your nasty arms in my way when I was trying to score... you might deserve this after all. Maybe you wouldn't be in this predicament now if you had been less annyoing, ever thought about that?”

“Oh no, he would still be here even if he had been less annoying,” Otoya spoke up, still dragging the washcloth over the back of Karasu's knee with a contempt smirk and making the dark haired boy thrash and cackle. “I'm just doing this for fun.”

“Fuhuhuhuck yohohou!”

“Hmmno.”

“Ihihihi'll nehehever pahahahass toho yohou agahahahahain!”

Otoya grinned at Shidou and readjusted his grip on Karasu's ankle. “Wanna see my secret Ninja technique?”

“Do I.”

Even before the washcloth made contact with Karasu's bare sole, Shidou knew that this was going to be good. Marvelous even. And the shriek it dragged from Karasu only proved him right.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT, GEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFF!”

Shidou grabbed the second ankle and pinned down the previously free leg that had been trying to kick Otoya in the shin. “Oh no, you won't.” He chuckled menacingly when the washcloth turned its attention to this sole as well, getting more of those sweet sounds out of Karasu. “Caw for us, crow boy.”

“IHIHI HAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOU!”

“Really? That smile says otherwise.”

The flush on Karasu's face was a downright work of art, but from the way his laugh went nearly silent, Shidou knew that they were nearing the end of their fun and Otoya seemed to come to the same conclusion, discarding the washcloth and releasing his hold on Karasu's ankle, allowing his friend to curl up and catch his breath.

“Yohou... you guys suhuhuck...”

“Oh, boo, is this the thanks we get for taking care of your scrape?”

Otoya didn't seem to mind that Shidou included himself into what had just happened as if him and Otoya had been planning the attack on Karasu all along and the annoyance on their victim's face only made Shidou feel better about it.

“You didn't take care of anything you piece of– ”

“Oh, come on,” Otoya cut him off. “He's fun.”

“He's an asshole.”

“Both correct.” Shidou blew Karasu a kiss and gladly took the high five Otoya was offering him, then he got up and stretched his arms above his head. “If you'll excuse me now, I have to get my beauty sleep.”

[giggly-squiggily]

Oo, I wanna play!

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this is so false? nobody loves me and i have NO simps...unless...people show up in my dms and tell me they like me....haha jkjk...unless 😳.... /j

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Would Kurama go into a relationship a human or a yokai or someone from Reikai? If so, what would those relationships look like? (Would he be protective, consider them equal, manipulate them..anything that comes to your mind)

Thanks.

@giggly-squiggily *cough to summon fellow simp*

Anon you’re so beautiful for this ask 🧎‍♀️

I think that Kurama wouldn’t care who or what his partner was. He just wants them to love him as unconditionally as he does them.

I think he’s a very domestic partner. He doesn’t care about classic “gender roles”—quite frankly, he thinks they’re absolute bullshit.— so they can expect him to tackle most of the chores in the home.

He’s a fantastic cook, and cleaning soothes his soul. They will come home to an absolutely spotless living space, and a warm dinner on the table every single night. If they beg him to take a night off, he’d simply smile and ask: “why would I do such a thing?” He’s 100% an acts of service partner.

He’s also a quality time partner. He LOOOOVES to just spend time with his partner for the littlest things. His partner is in the shower? If they’re up to conversation, he’ll sit on the toilet with the lid shut (or outside the door to respect their privacy.) if they’d rather be alone, he’s waiting on the bed for them to be ready for conversation.

Partner who does their makeup? He’s sitting on the counter and kicking his legs as he talks to them (please don’t let him do their eyeliner, he accidentally pokes their eye every time and he gets SO upset)

Partner who works from home? He’ll sit on the other end of the table/couch/bed and hold their hand whenever they let him.

He’ll watch tv, play board games, do crafts, goof around at any time, etc.

Dad!Kurama Hcs because yes:

He always gets up in the night time when his child cries for his parents. He lets his partner rest and sleep every time without fail. When asked why, he’ll lie and say something like “I’m a youkai, darling. I don’t need the sleep.” Knowing fully well he’s still in a human body-

He likes to carry their child everywhere. The little baby strappy thing? Good luck trying to get it from him. His partner will have to pry their child out of his arms (he just loves his little kit Y’know?)

He loves doing family activities, and he has family portraits hung up ALL OVER their home. He likes to take the super cheesy pictures with like the weird 80s poses (like everyone laying on top of each other)

Their little one commonly finds themself sleeping in papa and (parent title)’s bed. Why? They had a scary dream, they missed their parents, they were cold, they saw a spider, there’s a monster in their closet, they needed water, their bed was too small, their blanket was too warm and too cold at the same time, Uncle Hiei told them to. (which with his telepathy, it may be a truthful statement)

Kurama was over the moon to become a father, and when his little one called him “daddy” for the first time, he knew that all of the bad decisions he’d ever made weren’t worth a thing anymore…

[intheticklecloset]

hi! could i get 🤍🧣 with lee!chigiri and ler!kunigami? thanks sm!!

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“Hey, princess?” Kunigami’s voice rumbled softly, breaking into the comfortable silence between them.

An explosion of butterflies went off in Chigiri’s belly. He loved being called that, especially by his boyfriend. “Mmm?”

Soft tracing up and down his shoulder. “What do you want for your birthday?”

The redhead blinked, surprised. He lifted his head from Kunigami’s chest to look up at him. He was curled into his partner’s side, feeling super cozy and warm, and he’d been about to fall asleep when the question was posed. It took him a few moments to wake back up enough to answer.

“My birthday?”

Kuni smiled indulgently. “Yeah. In like a week, right? What do you want?”

Chigiri shrugged and went back to snuggling into his chest, his heartbeat lulling him back to sleep. “I don’t care.”

“You don’t care?” Kunigami asked dramatically, dropping his hand from his boyfriend’s shoulder to his side, giving it a soft squeeze that jolted him into waking up a little more. “We can’t have that. I need to know what to get you!”

“I dohohohohon’t wahahahahant anything,” Chigiri whined back, squirming and giggling the more Kuni squeezed his side and hip. “Hehehehehehehero!”

“Nothing at all? Seriously?” Kuni switched to scribbling into his belly, pulling him closer when he tried to wiggle away.

“I mehehehehehean it! Ehehehehehehe, nooooo! I was abohohohohout to fall asleeheheheheheep!”

“Not until you tell me what you want for your birthday~” The blonde smirked and reached around with his other hand now, pulling Chigiri into his lap and hugging him tight, scritching and raking his fingers all over his lower torso. “We could go out somewhere, or order in and watch a movie, or I could get you the most obnoxious bouquet of flowers I can find…”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Chigiri squealed, giggling freely now, his red hair falling around his face as he squirmed. “I juhuhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahahant you!”

Kunigami slowed his tickling to a stop, resting his head on Chigiri’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “Just me?”

“Y-Yeah,” the smaller boy panted, blushing a little. “You’re all I need.”

“Hmm.” There was a pause, and for a moment Chigiri wondered if he’d upset his boyfriend, but then the tickles resumed and Kuni asked, “So which book should I draw inspiration from, then?”

The redhead blushed even harder, letting out a little gasp even as more butterflies fluttered in his belly. “Rehehehehehehensuke…!”

[thatbigbisexual29]

It’s Only Funny When I Do It (ATSV)

Hello friends! I have written again! This one was surprisingly hard for some reason?? I had a certain line I wanted to use (credit to @giggly-squiggily​ thanks bestie!) but I had no idea how to write to that point. I think I erased and rewrote... 12 times?? But, I finally figured it out! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last! Also I know it isn’t a lot compared to other fics, BUT ITS OVER 100 NOTES NOW THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!! I can’t believe so many people liked my silly fic, it makes me feel so nice and accomplished. Anyways, hope you guys have fun with this one! :)

Miles was in trouble. Why did he start a truth or dare game with Gwen? Why did he say dare? Why did he commit to this stupid prank?!? He was dead. Even as he swung frantically through Brooklyn, New York to escape the madman chasing him, he knew deep in his heart that he was dead.

“MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILES!” Hobie bellowed after him, swinging towards him with a fiery anger in his chest.

“I’m sorry!! I thought it would be harmless! Gwen dared me to do it, go after her!” Miles shouted back. He desperately swooped through alleyways and cars, hopping over buses and roofs, doing everything in his power to escape the punk spider. But he just couldn’t shake the furious man.

“I’ll get ‘er AFTER I’M DONE KILLIN’ YOU!” Hobie barked. The older male swung up, twirling in a backflip, then shot a line of webbing towards Miles. It caught his back and Hobie yanked, causing Miles to lose his momentum and fall. Hobie was quick though, pulling the webbing closer so the younger man didn’t plummet to his death. He swung up to a nearby building and tossed Miles onto the concrete roof, watching him tumble onto his back.

“Ow! Ey, ey, EY! Chill! Let’s talk about this! Don’t you love talking??” Miles rambled in a panic, quickly backing away from the rapidly approaching Punk. Hobie wasted no time with thwipping Miles’ legs to the ground, then his web slingers so he couldn’t try to run away. Miles struggled to free himself with no luck. Finally, Hobie towered over him. It was hard to discern his facial features with his mask on, but his presence emitted rage.

“Miles. You’ve got free seconds to explain why I found DIS in mah flat today.” Hobie kneeled over Miles and held up his guitar. Although, it wasn’t his normal guitar. The strings were instead very poorly taped on pasta noodles. Some of the noodles were boiled, some weren’t, but after their little chase a lot of the noodles didn’t stay on the guitar. It really was a dumb prank and in retrospect, not even that funny.

“Ok, I know that you’re mad…” Miles began.

“Mad? Mad? I’m bloody fumin’, mate! Do ya know how much guitar strings cost?” Hobie growled, angrily slinking his guitar off his back but gently placing it on the floor beside them. 

“No…?”

“Nearly £120! Look me in me eyes and tell me you fink I can afford £120 of strings!” Hobie grabbed both of Miles’ wrists and forced them above his head, thwipping them multiple times to the ground.

“L-Listen! I’m sorry alright?? It was a prank! I didn’t mean to cut your strings I-”

“You cut ‘em?! Those strings were perfect, they were! Ooohoho Miles…” Hobie took a deep breath and sat back on his leg, tightening a fist and trying to calm himself. Miles tugged harder at his restraints but the webbing held true. He knew Hobie would never intentionally hurt him, but he couldn’t deny the nervousness that bubbled in his chest.

“Alright how about this, I’ll buy you new ones! Ok? And even after that I’ll still probably owe you! C’mon man we’re friends! Don’t do whatever violent thing you’re about to do!” the teen bargained, watching the eye lenses on the punk closely. Hobie turned his head back towards his friend and smirked under his mask.

“Me? Doin’ somefin violent? You know me all too well. But I ain’t gon do nofin to ‘urt yous, Miles. But tell me somefin. Your mum’s a nurse, yeah? You know how to stop a bleedin’ wound?” Hobie asked as leaned over the teen, cracking his knuckles and then his neck.  Miles swallowed nervously, attempting to pull his arms down once more before realizing he was screwed.

“You… you put pressure on it…?” he responded with a confused look to the older male. Hobie huffed a small laugh.

“You don’t say. I guess then you know wha’ I’m bouts to do wit these bleedin’ armpits, roight?” And before Miles could think, Hobie tasered his armpits with two fingers in each hollow. Miles barked out an embarrassing high-pitched yelp and fell into a loud cackling fit. He squirmed this way and that but Hobie just stuck to him (hee hee spiderman joke).

“AIIYE!! Gyahahahahaha! Hahahahaha Hobie! Ahahahahahaha whahahahahahat ahahahahahare you dohohohohohoing?!”

“Whas it look like, ya yankee? ‘M gettin’ revenge! As if I’d ‘urt mah protégé, come off it mahn. ‘Old on, dijyou jus snort?” Hobie asked, slightly recoiling at the sound he just heard.

And he was right. Miles had just snorted of all things. This was a big reason the teen avoided tickling or tickle fights because of his laugh. He was just too embarrassed. There were certain spots on his body that would immediately produce snorts, and his armpits were one of them.

“Pfffhehehehehehehahahahahahaha *snort* ahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahahap ihihihihit! *snort* Nahahahahahahahahaaa! Quihihihihihit! Pleheheheheheheheeeease! *snort snort*” Miles snorted up a storm. He was glad he couldn’t see Hobie’s face because he knew he was smiling ear to ear like the Grinch.

“Ohoho nah mate. This is too good. Ya got a little piggy snort, do ya? Do ya always snort when someone tickles yer pits, eh? That’s hilarious, spidey. Kitchy koo~” Hobie teased as he scribbled all his digits into Miles’ exposed armpits, chuckling as the teen shrieked and snorted again.

“NAHAhahahahahaha! Nohohohoho kihihihihihitchy!” Miles argued, furiously shaking his head back and forth.

“Whas dat? No kitchy koo? Aw Miles, you’re such a lightweight mahn! C’mon mate, jus a few more! Jus a few more an’ I’ll stop wit de teasin’ yeah?” Hobie laughed as Miles shook his head more. He then moved his long fingers to his ribs which earned another yelp from the teen. Hobie couldn’t help but smile wider.

“Too bad! A kitchy kitchy koo~ Kitchy koo Miles!~ Aww, does it tickle? Ah bet it does. You wouldn’t be laughin’ so much overwise. Ain’t you cute? Wit all dese girly giggles an all. Oh mah god, you sound like Mayday! Hah! Tha’s adorable, mate. Does Gwen know about this?” Hobie teased, enjoying how Miles’ squirming turned to thrashing.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOBIE PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY! LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET ME UHUHUHUHUHUHUP PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” Miles screamed as he arched his back, wildly waving his head around while also trying to hide it behind his restrained arm. 

“‘Old on! You still ‘aven’t learned your lesson!” Hobie chuckled, tasering Miles' side to make him jump. Which he did. While also breaking the sound barrier for a split second with his shrill yelp.

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIHHIHIHIHHIHIS IHIHIHHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIT??” Miles screamed, almost at his limit. Hobie took note of this, knowing he needed to wrap it up.

“Understan’ dis, Miles. Pranks are only funny when I do ‘em. ‘Ear me?” Miles nodded frantically and Hobie finally backed off and let the teen breathe. Then he realized what would actually help and lifted Miles’ mask over his nose, not revealing his whole face. Miles took in greedy breaths of air as Hobie fished out his pocket knife, slicing away the webbing that held him down.

“Oi, you good? Gonna recover or ‘ave I traumatized ya?” the punk teased. Miles let out a tiny cough and a laugh.

“Nah, I’ll need therapy after what just happened. Consider a lawsuit ramming your ass, Brown,” the teen responded cheekily. Hobie barked out a laugh and shoved his shoulder, falling on his butt (although he played it off like it was intentional).

“You’ll ‘ave to catch me first, Morales. Cheeky bastard,” the punk chuckled and looked into the sun which was now setting over the city. They sat for a moment, Miles calming down with Hobie waiting on him.

“Listen man,” Miles started, “I shouldn’t have done that. I know how important your guitar is to you, and I should have backed out of Gwen’s dare. And I'll get you new strings. We’ll stop at a music store, there’s one not too far, I think,” Miles said, sitting up to face the older male. Hobie looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah, sounds cuppa. You good though, honest? Don’ need a Mickey Bliss or nofin’?” the punk asked as he stood, offering a hand to Miles, who gave him a confused look.

“I seriously have no idea how I understand you.” Hobie snickered and pulled Miles to his feet as the teen pulled his mask over his face. Then, the two heard someone shout ‘help!’ from the road below. They shared a look and nodded. Guitar strings could wait. Though Miles learned a very valuable lesson that day.

Don’t ever prank Hobie unless you want to have a death wish.

[gladdygirl18]

Sorry I haven't been able to put out more TTS's. A lot has been going on these past few weeks I didn't have time to write, but I am back with another tickle tea story; maybe short maybe long, idk but enjoy 🫶🏾

Blue me, orange BF

So about a few days ago, my boyfriend and I were chilling in his basement watching TV (minecraft I think idr 🤷🏾‍♀️) and in classic cheeky boyfriend fashion, he sneaks he hand around me and starts tickling me 😅💖

It's gotten to the point where this man tickles me almost every fucking day and I love it 🥰😍💖🫶🏾 after that, he tried to lay on top of me to keep tickling me, but I retaliated with my own tickles. At first he wasn't laughing and I said "come on hun, please laugh. Ik you're not that ticklish, but you're still kinda ticklish"

I was getting a bit frustrated when he wouldn't laugh, but after some time, he started giggling and and trying to stop my hands from tickling him

"Okay okaahahay! Plehehease!"

HIS LAUGHS WERE SO CUTE AHHH 😍😆😍💖🫶🏾😆🥰🫶🏾

Some time passes and it is Sunday evening. My boyfriend and I were cuddling on the couch in his basement and it was heaven omggg 🥰🫶🏾💖 (if u have a partner, have cuddle time it is amazing)

While cuddling I tried to tickle his armpits, but he got the upper hand and tickled me in turn (not that I minded ofc)

Come Tuesday afternoon, my boyfriend was taking a well needed break after doing some work. While sitting between his legs, he pulled me in close and started tickling me (at first i felt very numb to the feeling, but smth happened the night prior that made me really sick so yeah) after a but it did atart to tickle

"What ahahahare you doihihiging?"

"Im giving my girl the beat medicine"

OFC HED USE THAT PHRASE 😆🥰🫶🏾💖 HES SUCH A TEASE

After he finished tickling me, I flipped around and laid on his chest/stomach, I lifted up his shirt and started kissing his belly. Feeling cheeky, I kissed his bellybutton and placed my tongue in it; that got a reaction outta him

"Whats wrong?"

"It tihihihickles!"

"Oh reeeeaaallllyyyy?" Ofc I continued to kiss and tickle his bellybutton. After like a minute or 2, he put his meditation skills to use and blocked out the feeling (cheater 😒)

Now it's (last) Wednesday morning, and my boyfriend and I are just cuddling (even tho we had to be up and out of the house in like half an hour) now normally I'm very stubborn when waking up but this time round I was a bit more cooperative

While in the process of waking up, my boyfriend started tickling me so much omgg 😆😆🫶🏾💖🤭🤣 and you wanna know what the said to me?

"Who's my tickly girl? Who's my giggly girl? Come on, tell me~"

AHHHHH IVE ASCENDED😆😆💖🫶🏾🫶🏾😆💖💖

And he was hitting all of my sweet spots too omgggg laughing like that is so freeing. When he finally stopped, he climbed on top of me and asked, "How was that for a wake up call?"

All i could do was laugh. Wednesday after while sitting with some friends, I started ticking one of my other friends who is very ticklish in front of her boyfriend (he was on FaceTime at the time) and I was giving him tips on how to tickle her, but he already knew 🤭😏 (they are so cute together I swear😭💖🥰)

After that, my boyfriend slips his hand underneath my hoodie and shirt and starts kneading my belly pudge with ticklish vigor and oh goodness was it funny 😆🤣🤭💖 but it was fun tho

I said it once and i will say it again; it has gotten to the point where my boyfriend tickles me daily and omggg it is so freaking fun 😆💖 dear Lord the names he calls me

"What was that, my ticklish/giggly girl?" "Come on~ you know you wanna laugh" "laugh, laugh~"

AHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭🥰😆💖😆🥰😭💖

I'm gonna break this up into another part cuz a lot happened in the past few days and if I put it all here, it's gonna be long as hell, so stay tuned for another update soon (might be tomorrow)

Tagging: @sunstone-smiles @giggly-squiggily @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa

[gladdyator18]

You’ve Activated My Trap Hug - TickleTober2024 Day 11 (Hug)

Tailored to the fabulous @giggly-squiggily! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: When Ashton is visiting the Rosalina, he starts acting like a little brat, which isn't too uncommon. Luckily, Rosalina knows how to deal with brats like her boyfriend.

Word Count: 1417

It's no secret the Princess of Xiruthia and the heir to House Galileus are an item. It was quite a surprise when Ashton proclaimed his feelings towards Rosalina, but it all worked out when she did the same. The two love spending time together, messing with each other, and just being in the other's company. At times, Ashton is a bit of a brat and likes to annoy Rosalina whenever the urge strikes. Luckily, the princess knows how to deal with her bratty boyfriend.

It was a warm afternoon, and Ashton decided to visit his girlfriend at the palace. When he arrived, the guards and castle staff greeted him and directed the nobleman to where the princess was. In the palace's library, Rosalina had her nose stuck in a book, reading about how a siren fell in love with a knight. She sat in a small bay window overlooking the castle gardens and some of the kingdom below. When one of the guards opened the library doors, he cleared his throat to get the princess's attention.

"Pardon me, Your Highness," the guard said, "Lord Ashton is here to see you."

"Send him in." Rosalina said, not looking up from her book.

The guard bowed before stepping to the side to let the heir of House Galileus in. When Ashton saw his girlfriend reading, he chuckled as he approached her.

"Hey, Rosebud," Ashton said, "How've you been?"

"I've been well, Ash," Rosalina said, not looking up, "What about you?"

Ashton quirked a brow as he watched the princess read, not giving him any attention. The nobleman scoffed as he casually plucked the book from his girlfriend's hands.

"Wha-? Ashton, hey!" Rosalina exclaimed, reaching for the book, "I was reading that!"

"So you'd rather devote all of your attention to this book than your own boyfriend?" Ashton teased, "I must say, Your Highness, I'm wounded."

Ashton sighed dramatically as he did his best damsel in distress.

"What were you even reading anyway?" Ashton questioned, looking at the cover, "Making Waves and Changing Tides. Is this another romance story about knights and mermaids again?"

"N-No, it's not." Rosalina retorted, a faint blushing appearing on her cheeks.

Ashton chuckled as he set the book down and sat down next to the princess.

"Come on, Rosebud, it can't be that embarrassing," Ashton said, "I already know you like that stuff; why try to lie about it to me now?"

"S-Shut up!" Rosalina exclaimed, trying to hide her blush.

Ashton laughed and draped an arm over the princess's shoulder.

"Ahh, you love me Rosie Posie," Ashton teased, "And there ain't nothing you can do about it,"

"Ugh, you are so annoying." Rosalina said, feeling a smile creep on her face.

"Me? Annoying? Never."

Rosalina glared playfully at the nobleman and poked his cheek.

"Yes, you are." she said.

"You love me so much it makes you look stupid, but it also makes you look adorable." Ashton teased, poking Rosalina's nose.

Rosalina blushed when the nobleman called her adorable.

"Q-Quiet you..." she said sheepishly.

"Why don't you make me, Your Highness~" Ashton challenged with a chuckle.

As Rosalina glanced at her boyfriend with puffed-up cheeks, an idea came to mind, and a smile formed. Rosalina straightened her posture before standing up and sitting behind the nobleman. Then, she wrapped Ashton in a tight embrace. Ashton chuckled as he placed his hands over hers.

"Is this your way of getting me to shut up, Rosie Posie?" Ashton asked, chuckling.

"No," Rosalina began, positioning her hands, "But this is!"

Without warning, Rosalina started digging into the nobleman's sides, causing Ashton to flinch and chortle.

"Hehehehey! Rosahahaha!" Ashton giggled, "Cut it ohohohout! Hahahahahaa!"

"Nu-uh! You've been a mean little brat this whole time," Rosalina retorted, "And brats like you need to be taught a lesson."

Ashton tried to twist out of the princess's embrace, but he couldn't move; he was trapped.

"Hohohow are yohohohou this strohohohong?" Ashton questioned.

"How are you this weak?" Rosalina retorted.

Ashton tried to swat away his girlfriend's hands, but she easily dodged his hands and continued to tickle the nobleman senseless.

"Rosalinahahahahaha! Hehehehahaha!" Ashton giggled, "Come ohohohohon! Stahahahahap!"

"Are you gonna stop being a brat?" Rosalina asked.

"What dohohohoho you thihihihink?"

Rosalina sighed and rolled her eyes. With a swift movement, she kept one arm wrapped around the nobleman while using her other hand to tickle his armpit. Ashton squealed as he rocked back and forth in the princess's grasp, trying to escape, but he still marveled that his girlfriend was so strong.

"Aaahahahahaa! Rosahahahaha!" Ashton half-whined, "Plehehehehease! Knock it ohohohoff!"

"Y'know, I have to deal with bratty kids all the time, and this is how I keep them in check," Rosalina said, "I guess I need to try harder for you if I want to get my point across."

Ashton tried to dislodge his girlfriend's arm from around his middle, but it was barely budging.

"Rosebuhuhuhuhuhud! Get your hahahahand ohohohout!" Ashton giggled.

"Hmmm... nope," Rosalina said, "It's staying there until you've learned your lesson."

Ashton giggled as he tried to escape the princess's tickle hug.

"Aahahahahaha! Rosahahahaha!" Ashton cried, "Come ohohohon!"

"Are you gonna stop being a brat?" Rosalina asked again.

"Maybehehehehe! If you stohohohop, I'll thihihihihink about ihihihihit!"

Rosalina was surprised that the nobleman could still act like a brat. Rosalina sighed as she pulled her hand out from his armpit and wrapped her other arm around him, embracing him tighter.

"Sehehee? That wahahasn't so hahard, rihihihight?" Ashton questioned with a giggle.

"Who said I was done?" Rosalina asked.

A chill ran down the nobleman's spine. Rosalina then shifted her arms to hug Ashton by his shoulders. Then, Ashton yelped and started laughing. Rosalina giggled as she dug her nails into her boyfriend's shoulder blades, swaying with Ashton's attempts to escape.

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEE! ROSAHAHAHAHAA!" Ashton laughed, "NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

"Why? Does it tickle, Ashy?" Rosalina questioned, "Does it tickle?"

"WHAHAHAHAT DO YOU THIHIHIHIHINK?!"

"I don't know; you tell me. Tell me, Ashton, does it tickle if I do... this?"

By "this," Rosalina slipped her fingers past the nobleman's collar and started skittering his nails on his shoulder blades and neck, causing Ashton to squeal and reach up to try and pry away his girlfriend's arms and hands.

"YEHEHEHEHES!" Ashton laughed, "YES, IT TIHIHHIHIHICKLE! AAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Good," Rosalina said, "Maybe this will teach you not to be a brat."

Ashton felt himself grow weaker as he laughed and squirmed in the princess's grip.

"ROSALINAHAHAHAHA! I GIHIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUHUP!" Ashton laughed, "PLEHEHEHEASE! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!"

"Are you gonna stop being bratty?" Rosalina asked.

When Ashton didn't answer, Rosalina brought out one of her hands, slipped it under the nobleman's shirt, and spidered her nails all over his side, making Ashton double over and lean back into his girlfriend's lap with a loud laugh.

"YEEHAHAHAHAHA! YEHEHEHEHES!" Ashton cried, "IT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!"

Rosalina giggled as she stared at her boyfriend's happy face with loving eyes. His rosy cheeks, white smile, and adorable laughter made her swoon. When Rosalina stopped the tickling, she kissed the nobleman's lips. Ashton was shocked at first but pulled his girlfriend in closer. When they parted, Ashton sat up and pulled Rosalina into another kiss, which the princess gladly accepted. After they parted, Ashton took a deep breath before leaning back into the princess's lap.

"So, are you gonna promise not to be bratty?" Rosalina asked, playing with the nobleman's hair.

When Ashton hummed in thought, the princess tweaked his side, causing the nobleman to flinch away and chortle.

"Okay, okahahay!" Ashton giggled, "I'll try, but come on, Rosa; you love me when I'm bratty."

"So what if I do?" Rosalina questioned, "Gives me an excuse to tickle you."

The nobleman quirked a brow and sat up, glancing at the princess.

"What did you just say?" Ashton asked, feeling a smirk form.

The princess's eyes widened when she realized what she said.

"O-Oh, uh... nothing." Rosalina said.

"Did you just say it gives you an excuse to tickle me?" Ashton asked.

Rosalina blushed and turned away from her boyfriend's gaze with a nervous giggle. Then, Ashton wrapped his arms tightly around his girlfriend and pulled her into his chest. He chuckled as he leaned closer to her ear.

"You may have restrained me with your magic, but I don't need magic to keep you locked in place, Rosebud." Ashton teased.

Before Rosalina could protest, she squealed and produced bell-like laughter as the nobleman tickled her in retaliation. Tickle hugs sure are deadly, wouldn't you agree?

[tastybluesprite]

Get some sleep

Woooo first Blue Lock fic! And btw I totally agree with @giggly-squiggily headcanon that Isagis worst spot is his ribs. Like it just feels right to me. Anyway hope y’all like it!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if you aren’t into that feel free to keep scrolling. Also spoilers for the second selection arc.

Summery: Isagi won’t got to sleep because he wants to keep training. What is Nagi to do?

Yoichi Isagi was in the indoor field of Blue Lock. He just couldn’t sleep. Not when everyone else was so good. Not when Bachira, his partner, got stolen from him. He needed to get better. To become a stronger player on the field.

He had been practicing dribbles and trying to lengthen his shoot range, when a certain someone interrupted his practice.

“Figured you’d be here Isagi.” Nagi yawned. Just watching Isagi practicing exhausted him. “Oh hey Nagi.” Isagi regarded his white haired teammate.

“Isagi it’s two in the morning, and you need to sleep to order to be in top form. Especially if you want Bachira back.”

“Yeah, well why do you think I’m practicing right now? If we’re going to get Bachira back we have to face against Rin again. Especially if we have to face Rin.”

Nagi sighed. “I understand that but aren’t you tired anyway? Cmon let’s just go to bed and I promise we can practice together tomorrow.”

“Sorry but no can do. I have to do this or I’ll never become a better player, let alone be able to get Bachira back.”

Nagi wished his teammate wasn’t so stubborn. Having to make a stubborn person do something was such a pain and so energy consuming.

“Ok then. I guess I’ll have to make you come to bed then.” Nagi said simply.

Isagi was confused by those words for a moment, when Nagi suddenly ran to tackle him to the floor with dangerous speed.

“What the- gAH!” He fell to the floor of the fake grassy field as Nagi had him straddled.

“Nagi let me go!” Isagi half whined, trying to push his teammate off. But he was then realizing just how exhausted he was, what with the practice he had just been doing, and with the fact that it was 2:00 AM.

Well in short terms his energy was pretty depleted.

“I’ll let you go sure.” Nagi deadpanned. “Only if you promise you’ll go right now to get sleep.”

“No I can’t! I have to keep practicing.”

Nagi sighed. “Fine, just remember that you basically asked for this…”

“Asked for wh-AHhahaha nohohoho wahahahait!!!”

Suddenly all ten of Nagis digits were buried into Isagis sides.

Isagi shrieked and fell into a stream of night pitched giggles.

“Oh good, so you are ticklish.” Nagi mused as he tickled his raven headed teammate.

Isagis cheeks dusted pink as he failed his attempt to squirm away.

“Plehehehease IhIhIhI hahahave tohoho kehehehep gohohoihihing!!!” He insisted through his laughter

“No you don’t. You have to rest. If this is what I have to do to make you understand that then so be it.”

“NohOhOhoHo chAHAhanAhaha NOHOhohot ThehEHEhere!!!!” Isagi was cut off when Nagi began clawing at his belly. “Quite a sensitive spot you have here Isagi.” Nagi commented.

“ShAHAhahaUHT UHUHUP!!!” He squealed out through his laughter, his hands gripping Nagis wrist. Although Nagi noticed he made not effort to push him away.

“Isagi are you enjoying this?” Nagi teased with a slight grin, a small chuckle in his voice.

“NOhohohOho ihihim NOHOHAHAHAHA!!!” He exploaded into hysterical cackles as the white haired soccer player started squeezing and massaging at his lower ribs.

“WAHAHAHIT NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”

“Where, here?” Nagi feign ignorance as he pressed harder, making Isagi laugh harder as he threw his head back.

“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE IHIHILL GOHOHO TOHOHO BEHEHED!!!”

Nagi tilted his head “You mean that?”

“YEHEHEHS PLEHEHEHASE IHIHI SWEHEHAHAHAR!!” His laughter was fading into silence and Nagi knew he should give him a break.

Isagi leaned to his side and curled up, excess giggles still spilling out of his mouth.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish Isagi.” Nagi teased. He expected Isagi to bite back with a retort, but the next thing he knew he heard soft snoring.

The raven head had fallen asleep.

Nagi couldn’t help but smile softly. He picked him up bridal style and headed towards their room. That night Isagi had a nice long deep slumber, dreaming of the match that would win Bachira back.

[in-st1tches]

Baji’s Crush.

I originally submitted this to @giggly-squiggily, I thank them and other tickle-fic blogs for giving me the bravery to now publish my own stuff to this site.

Baji sighed as you came into his sight line, you were just the prettiest thing he ever saw, he just couldn't help but stare, he couldn't help but sigh again as you walked past, Chifuyu glanced at him, amusement evident in his eyes, "So what's got you sighing over there?" he asked his long haired friend, the older boy jumped slightly "N-nothing" Baji stuttered slightly hoping that he was able to hide what he was looking at, unfortunately for him, he wasn't as quick with hiding the blush that was climbing up his neck and ears, Draken let out a chuckle as even Mikey looked at the long haired boy with amusement, “Did you not see Y/N Chifuyu?” the taller and older boy said, a teasing tone in his voice as Draken gave Baji a sly smirk watching as the long haired menace went a little redder in embarrassment, and to everyone's shock was silent as well, “Baji did.” Mikey snickered as Baji shifted around nervously where he was seated, “Hell, Baji clocked her as soon as he saw her enter the building.”

Baji shifted nervously,feeling like he should leave and with a purpose, he left his straightener on, he left the stove on, the Furbies have declared him their new overlord and God, something, anything, but man, he should leave. He brushed his hands off his pants and went to stand, “I, uh, promised my mom I’d be, uh, home soon, so I’m gonna go.” Baji himself winced at how lame he sounded as he went to stand up, to escape, something, anything, only to feel a large pair of hands grab at his shoulders and another pair of hands grab at his sides and his stomach making him suddenly let out a giggle, Chifuyu grinned evilly suddenly watching Baji’s face “No way” the 3rd blonde of the group said “There's no way none of us didn't know about this.”

“About what Chifuyu? Baji here having a ticklish little tummy, nah, we all knew that.” Draken drawled as he drummed his fingers against the dark haired boy's stomach and sides, grinning when he heard an almost childlike giggle in response “but please enlighten us about what we didn’t know here about ticklish little Baji.” Chifuyu grinned evilly at his best friend who was trying his best to keep his giggles in, “Guhuhuhys staphit!” Baji tried to hide his face but Chifuyu was not having it, and quickly put his fingers to work on the wannabe arsonist's knees, “Baji has dimples” Chifuyu said simply a smile pulling at his mouth, “I just cant believe we never noticed” he teased as he quickly started to grab and squeeze at Baji’s knees and thighs as Draken kept drumming on his stomach and sides, Baji squealed as he tried to dislodge his best friends hands from his legs “Stahahahahapt!” He just couldnt escape, between Drakens fingers getting his sides and stomach, occasionally digging into his ribs, making his squeak, Mikey cooed, “that was adorable, does Y/N know that your ticklish Baji?” ToMans commander asked as he trailed one single finger along an exposed ear and the other two males grinned at the squeak and the giggles that that one move brought out, it was just too precious, “cause if we've found out that your still pining over her instead of asking her out…well” Mikey trailed off as he quickly started to poke and prod all along Bajis torso, the other two grinning at the giggles and laughter that were escaping the feared 2nd division captain “got it?”, Baji nodded and took off to find you.

[giggly-squiggily]

Loid fighting not to laugh at wet bond is so- 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[myreygn]

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

[trans-ace-lee]

Borne Back Ceaselessly into the Past

Author's Note: Warning this is a tickle fic. This has been written for almost 2 weeks now. For the record, do not, I repeat DO NOT read this fic if you haven't watched episode 8 The Mu in Muichiro episode of Demon Slayer season 3 Swordsmith Village Arc and/or finished the entire manga.

Tagging (Note, I'm tagging people I talk to that I know watch demon slayer @italeean @wertzunge @myreygn @ticklygiggles @otomiya-tickles @giggly-squiggily @duckymcdoorknob

Muichiro knows the other hashiras get into tickle fights, but they take care not to include him. Before regaining his memories, he had forgotten what it was like to smile, let alone laugh. After meeting Tanjiro and everything that happened at the swordsmith village, he can recall faint memories of being tickled by his mom and dad before they died, leaving him and Yuichiro to fend for themselves. And maybe even rare times of his brother, Yuichiro tickling him whenever Muichiro annoyed him. He remembers the warmness from those moments, but he can only see the face that matches his own, albeit colder and stronger than he ever was then. The others are blurred like footprints in the sand washed away by the sea.

But he’s unsure. He attributes tickling to happy things. Yet, all these emotions he gets to experience once more are sometimes overwhelming and confusing. His survival instincts have told him to lash out, so thinks the rest or all of the hashiras would be too much.

Muichiro knows that Oyakata-sama, Tanjiro, and the hashiras care about him, but a part of him is afraid of hurting someone. The former two are kind and considerate. Shinobu is what he imagines his mom was like before she got sick. Sanemi and Obanai are strong. Although Mitsuri and Tengen can be a bit much sometimes, they have good hearts and care about the ones they love. And Gyomei is gentle despite his size and wise even though he’s blind, knowing what others need before they realize it themselves.

He doesn’t know who to go to. He’s been able to hear and remember the other hashiras’ stories, so he knows whom he doesn’t want.

“Tanjiro?”

Tanjiro greets Muichiro with the same dizzying smile, radiating such warmth and kindness that breaks through almost every wall he has. It’s so infectious that Muichiro can’t help but return the gesture. “Yes, Tokito?”

There’s a tightness in his chest. It bubbles up into his throat, and he feels like he is drowning in his own saliva. His heart is beating, no humming, like hummingbird wings. He imagines his eyes are rounder than normal as he stares at Tanjiro. Muichiro’s brain is telling him to flee.

Tanjiro’s eyebrows furrow. “Is something wrong?”

He doesn’t reply right away. Something in his head tells him he’s just nervous, but the new feeling isn’t welcome, nonetheless. “I’m…fine.”

“Well, you can talk to me if you ever need to,” Tanjiro replies with a smaller smile this time.

Muichiro debates shielding his eyes.

“Did you need something in particular?”

‘N-no?” Muichiro stammers, clenching his sword.

In reality, he knows he can ask Tanjiro for any favor, and Tanjiro would do everything in his power to fulfill the said request, but the words just won’t come. “Remember when you told me about your siblings?”

Tanjiro’s smile falters for a bit, but it quickly returns, his eyes softening. “Of course. Is there something else you want to know?”

“Huh?” Muichiro says, feeling a faint warmth on his cheeks. “It’s not that…”

“Did you need something, then?”

He’s smacked in the face by memories of someone younger and sweeter than the person he is now. He can remember bits and pieces. Tanjiro is reminiscent of shared laughter and making food with his family. It’s a feeling filled with joy, like sitting under a tree when rays of sunshine hit your face in just the right place to warm your entire body. The birds are chirping, and every negative emotion you have is replaced by the love you give and the love you get from others.

And yet, it’s sad and distant, even though Muichiro knows he can find it among the demon slayer corps, but he doesn’t know if he has enough time to trust everyone enough to feel the same way again. When he’s reminded of the person, the child he used to be, he mourns the lost innocence and the big heart his brother admired.

Muichiro takes a deep breath. It’s moments like these that remind him that Tanjiro is older than him, if only by a year or so. They’re both kids. He doesn’t like being reminded that they’re so young, but they’ve gone through so much.

“You know the thing you’d do with your siblings?” he says, turning the statement into a question.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen, blinking in response. “Oh?” He cocks his head to the right. “I know you’re still warming up to that kind of stuff, so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“But if it’s you, then I don’t mind?” Muichiro mumbles, contemplating digging a hole in the ground and throwing himself inside it. Right now, he really wishes Tanjiro wasn’t looking at him the way he is. If a person would ever befriend a demon that wasn’t Nezuko, Tanjiro would be the one to do so.

“Well, where do you want me to start?”

Well, there’s no turning back, Muichiro supposes, as his face grows hotter. “Uhm…I don’t even remember where I’d be…you know...”

Tanjiro chuckles. “Let’s go inside where it’s more comfortable.”

Somehow in the few minutes it takes them to walk into one of the rooms in butterfly mansion, every Kakushi they pass is left glowing with happiness when Tanjiro greets them by name. Muichiro normally keeps to himself, but he might consider talking to them every once in a while.

“Can you sit in front of me?” Tanjiro asks after he kneels on the tatami mats in one of the mansion’s spare training rooms.

Muichiro’s fingers twitch as he fights the urge to fiddle with his hair, a habit he’s picked up when he’s confused or unsure. “Like this?” he asks, sitting down with his legs crossed and flat on the ground.

“That’s fine,” Tanjiro hums. He holds his hands out for Muichiro to see.

Muichiro stares at Tanjiro’s hands, his lips faintly twitching.

Tanjiro grins at his reaction. “It’s okay. We can do this at the speed you’re comfortable with.”

“…I’m just a little nervous,” he admits. Although Tanjiro’s words are comforting to a degree, Muichiro wishes his bangs were a bit longer to cover his entire face. He settles on covering his eyes with his sleeves.

“We can go slow if you’d like.”

He peeks at Tanjiro behind his fingers. “I-I think I’d be okay with that.  I just don’t know where to start.”

“Let’s start with something easy,” Tanjiro says with a chuckle, “How about your sides?”

Muichiro closes his eyes and nods before he can change his mind. He’s nervous, but he doesn’t find himself scared in any way. He trusts Tanjiro. He knows he can trust Tanjiro to stop if he feels uncomfortable.

“I want you to see what I’m doing.” Tanjiro holds up his hands in claws.

Maybe Muichiro isn’t ticklish anymore. Maybe his body has forgotten what the sensation is like.

At the electric feeling that shoots up his body, he does not topple over backward. He does not squeak when Tanjiro’s fingers make contact with his sides with a gentle flutter. His face does not flush when Tanjiro comments that Muichiro reacts just like Tanjiro’s brother, Takeo.

“Are you okay?” Tanjiro asks. Muichiro can hear that Tanjiro is equal parts amused and concerned.

And he does not pout when he replies. “I’m fine.”

“How does it feel? Am I good to keep going?”

Muichiro thinks for a moment. “…It’s different, but not in a bad way?”

He grumbles to himself when the statement comes out like a question. After losing his memories, but before recovering them, he knows his smiles are few and far between. The ones he can remember are mostly mocking enemies or forced by an overzealous Mitsuri’s hands pulling at his lips when she gets carried away.

Muichiro’s lips twitch once more, a movement that Tanjiro still doesn’t miss. “You can keep going,” he mumbles.

“Are you going to come back up here or am I going to have to go down there.”

“Noooooo,” Muichiro whines, covering his face with his left arm.

It’s just tickling. He’s seen the tickle fights the other hashiras and the demon slayers get into.

But why does he feel so light and almost giddy? It’s an emotion he’s not familiar with at all. He might have felt this way before but can’t quite remember when. Was it before he became a demon slayer? Before it was just him and Yuichiro? When his mom and dad were still alive?

He doesn’t know where this feeling came from, but he wants to find out, so he doesn’t want this, everything that’s happened after regaining his memories, to stop.

Muichiro doesn’t want to forget anymore.

When Tanjiro’s fingers start moving again, he finds himself giggling, the laughter bubbling out of his mouth like a babbling brook. He likes to think of himself as a serious person for the most part, but he just can’t stop laughing.

Besides the tickling, there’s a fluttering sensation in the back of his mind that reminds him of…home, so he just lies on the ground with his arms on his chest as more laughter pours out of him.

Muichiro’s face hurts from smiling for so long.

“Your laughter is brighter than I imagined,” Tanjiro says as if reading Muichiro’s mind. “…It’s cute.”

Muichiro cackles at the comment when Tanjiro pokes at his ribs. “I’m naahaat cuteee.”

Tanjiro clicks his tongue. “That’s what someone cute would say, right Nezuko?”

Muichiro hadn’t noticed that Nezuko had been in the room. It didn’t surprise him, since he knew Tanjiro and Nezuko were usually together, but he couldn’t focus on the details as Nezuko nuzzles her hair into his neck.

He shrieks at the slight roughness of her hair, but he wishes that necks were less sensitive. He wishes his neck was less sensitive.

Tanjiro laughs, wiggling his fingers into Muichiro’s underarms. “You have to be gentle, Nezuko.”

This time his elbows move back, arms clamping to his sides. “Aaahaaaha. Waahait. Wait. Wait,” he blubbers.

The tickling stops immediately. “Did we go too far?” Tanjiro asks, his voice oozing concern.

“No. no!” Muichiro says. And no, he does not squawk. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

Tanjiro’s face brightens at Muichiro’s words.

“M-mmph! Mmph.” Nezuko replies as she lies down beside Muichiro.

“Do you want tickles, too, Nezuko?”

“Mmhhp,” she giggles when Tanjiro’s hands spider around her stomach.

Muichiro can’t help but smile at the two of them. Maybe he and Yuichiro used to look like that when they were younger.

Tanjiro smirks at him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about you.”

He squeals when Tanjiro does the same to his stomach, arching into Tanjiro’s fingers because it tickles too much. He doesn’t want to reminisce about his tragic past anymore, he just wants to let the happiness and laughter take over him.

Muichiro can see the same soft smile on Tanjiro’s face when he talks about his siblings. It comforts him.

“No. No. Noohohoho,” he yells when Tanjiro’s fingers slip past his sides to the small of his back. His body slams back to the ground as he cackles, snorting when Tanjiro hits the slight dimples above the back of his waist.

It tickles. It tickles. It tickles.

“Ooh. I think I found a good spot,” Tanjiro says, laughing along with Muichiro.

Scratch that. Now he wishes his back was as ticklish as his neck, but he doesn’t feel overwhelmed. He supposes that this is the biggest range of happy emotions he’s ever experienced. The sensations that make this uncontrollable laughter spill out of him aren’t bad, they’re just something he needs to get used to.

The bottom half of his body is less sensitive than the top half of his body, but he can’t help the snorts that burn his nose when Tanjiro scribbles his hands behind his knees or the way his eyes close when Tanjiro pinches his thighs.

When tears are prickling at the edge of his eyes, and Muichiro’s face has become a little red from laughing so hard, the tickling stops. Muichiro can tell his hair is a little messy, but he finds that he doesn’t mind when Nezuko curls into his lap.

Nezuko hums when Muichiro starts running his fingers through her hair. “Thank you for that, Tanjiro,” he says, trying to return the blinding smile that Tanjiro has on his face.

“No thanks needed. I’m happy to do it any time,” Tanjiro replies with a somehow even bigger smile than normal.

“Who started a tickle fight without me,” Tengen calls out, sticking his head in the doorway. “Oh?”

Tengen looks at Muichiro’s hair and then at Tanjiro and Nezuko.

“All right, why didn’t anyone tell me we could tickle Muichiro now,” Tengen says in a mock hurt tone.

“Huh…This is kind of new, I guess…”

Tengen holds a hand as if to ask for permission before patting Muichiro’s head. “Well, I’m happy then. Now to find Sanemi. That grumpy bastard is going to get used to smiling at some point.”

Muichiro’s face morphs back into its usual blank slate. He can’t get the past back, but maybe being here, with them, is enough.

[helloitsghost]

Ghost has no impulse control pt. I give up

Possible spoiler warnings for the recent mario bros movie under the cut

I watched the mario movie a few days ago and GOD DAMN IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT

There were a few things I personally didn’t really enjoy much mainly involving character development BUT BESIDES THAT I FUCKING LOVED IT THE REFERENCES THE VOICE ACTIRS DID AMAZINF THE MUSIC GOD THE MUSIC ESPECIALLY AT THE FINAL FIGHT JUST EEEEEEEEEE *ghost noises*

ANYWAYS

it healed my childhood I’ve always loved mario and I especially love and will always love Luigi :3

Green man he’s so adorable and I love him and god I DJFJSJFJSJDJDF HES JUST SO PRECIOUS

but enough of my rambling

Takes these lee Luigi doodles inspired by @giggly-squiggily not helping me during my lee Luigi brainrot /j /lh (love you squigs /p)

He’s so adorable I swear I’m gonna draw these on my ipad soon with better quality after I finish a collab but

EEEEEE LUIGI🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Also

Balloon boy :3 hes precious I love him

Ight me go screech now bye🏃‍♀️

[duckymcdoorknob]

MERRY CHRISTMAS DESSIE POO!!!!!! SURPRISE!!! IT’S ME!!!I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA THIS YEAR!!! @fanfic-chan

IM SO GLAD THAT WE’VE GOTTEN CLOSER OVER THESE PAST FEW MONTHS!! ILYSM BESTIEEE!!!

Double surprise!! It’s the fic idea we had in discord ❤️❤️

Send help why is this like the only gif of these two on this site 😭

I hope this isn’t too OOC; I haven’t seen Tengen in a whole season.🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Enjoy your novel-sized gift!!!

Helpful Distraction

Ships: NONE! Zenitsu Agatsuma & Tengen Uzui.

Warnings: this do have tickles in it ngl, mentions of fears and sensitivity to sound.

Prompt: When Tengen notices that Zenitsu is having some trouble in the Entertainment District, he offers a distraction that he remembers from a long-time friend of his.

Tags: REITERATING WITH THE LOVELY @fanfic-chan HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! THANK YOU TO @nataliewritez FOR ALL OF THE IDEAS ❤️❤️❤️ KNY Taglist: @ticklish-n-stuff, @giggly-squiggily.

Tengen was not anticipating having to take the three brats with him to the Entertainment District. He wanted to just take the pigtailed girl and make the mission easier. Of course, white-knight Kamado had decided to rescue the girl that he was “tormenting” so harshly… What a job this has turned out to be.

So, here he sat. The moon was high, and the four men were seated on a rooftop, enjoying some shrimp tempura that Tengen had purchased for them.

“Thank you, Mister Uzui!” Tanjiro had beamed when he was handed the small package.

The sound pillar had smiled; he liked this kid’s manners.

Inosuke was… well… Inosuke.

And the little yellow-haired kid... He had muttered a “thangkyou”, but he seemed a bit scared of the city.

Why so?

Well, it seemed like whatever was troubling young Zenitsu was long forgotten. The thunder breathing user was smiling happily on the rooftop, talking ecstatically with his friends and kicking his feet above the absence of ground below them.

All seemed to be going well until a firework went off…

Zenitsu squeaked in discomfort, hands shooting up to cover his ears. When he realized what he had done, a tiny whine of protest escaped his lips as he defeatedly watched his tempura topple off of the roof and plummet into the pit of darkness below his feet. He sighed and stared at it, watching it disappear as it was engulfed by the void. His hands were folded in his lap, his feet stopped kicking, and his eyes that had previously been crinkling shut in joy were now dull and unblinking.

Tengen frowned a bit; poor kid…

He wordlessly held out his own second tempura, shaking his wrist in front of the pouting boy.

The sound pillar was shocked at what happened next. Zenitsu looked up at him with disbelief before smiling and taking it, breaking off a small piece and handing the rest back to the hashira. “Thank you!” He chirped.

Tengen smiled, “No, no. Just take it. I ate before we left this morning.”

“Yeah, but that was this morning. You’re super strong, and you need it more than me,” the blonde argued, shaking his wrist in the same way.

The white-haired male exhaled fondly. He picked up the tempura, but chose to hide it inside of the package. He feigned eating motions, side-eyeing the young slayer, who was much happier and chatting with his friends again.

After a few more minutes, the thunder breathing user’s tummy growled loudly, causing Tanjiro to giggle. “Sounds like someone’s still hungry!”

“Tanjirooooo!” The blonde whined, “don’t embarrass me when Nezuko might hear meeeeeeee!”

The hashira broke into boisterous laughter as Zenitsu hid his face in his hands. He whined as his tummy growled once more. Tengen shook his head with a smile as he tapped the boy’s shoulder. When the blonde looked up at, he was met with a grinning Mr. Uzui offering the other half of the tempura that Zenitsu was sure he had eaten.

He was about to take it when another firework flashed across the sky, causing the blonde to flinch violently.

Tengen frowned. That bad, huh?

The thunder breathing user simply carried on and hesitantly took the tempura, munching on it silently. The other two slayers watched in awestruck silence as the colors illuminated the dark air.

Mid bite, another one crackled, and Zenitsu’s breath hitched a bit. The boy began to cough, and Tengen’s hand found itself on the small of his back, rubbing reassuringly. “Are you okay, kid?”

Before the blonde could reply, a set of three loud fireworks popped and forced the poor slayer’s eyes shut as he whimpered quietly.

A look of remorse found its way to the sound pillar’s face when he heard barely audible sniffles.

“Tanjiro, Inosuke,” he called to the two novice slayers, “here’s some money. Please go get some more food for us; it is evident that our little friend here needs more food to be as flashy as he can!” He dropped a decent amount of coins in the brunette’s hands, shooing the two off. When he could no longer hear their footsteps, he turned to the blonde. “Hey, little man… how’re you hanging in?”

Just then, a giant firework exploded before them. The tears that had been pricking the young slayer’s eyes had fallen as he covered his ears. He buried his head into Tengen’s side, seeking any immediate comfort. “Make them stop… please.”

“Shit- it’s worse than I thought…” he breathed, “It’s alright…” the sound pillar soothed as he lifted his arm to let the boy against his chest. Tengen placed his own hands atop of Zenitsu’s hoping to further muffle the sound. Neither said a word as the boy choked out a cry every time another firework would explode. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” Tengen would repeat.

The fireworks continued at a torturous pace, with each boom being sporadic enough to keep both on their toes, but routine enough to show both slayers that there would be more coming. Zenitsu blinked away a few of his tears, noticing Tengen’s right eye squinting whenever a firework would boom.

He could hear them tenfold too… and here was Zenitsu who was crying a baby.

It was almost as if the pillar could hear his thoughts too. “Don’t worry about me, kid. I’ve heard much louder through my time as a hashira.”

Zenitsu nodded, shoulders coming up as he cringed from another torturous sound.

Minutes passed and the show seemed to be calming a bit. The sound pillar removed his hands carefully, gently cupping the young boy’s cheeks and swiping his tears away. “Are you feeling any better?”

The blonde nodded, hesitating to pull his arms down. “T-Thanks, Mister Uzui, sir.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A solemn silence passed, and a quick glance from the hashira let him know that the thunder breathing user was still shaking like a leaf in apprehension.

“You know,” Tengen mused, “Kyo has this distraction method that he uses with Senjuro all of the time. Would you like me to try it on you?”

A hesitant nod from the boy—who was still squished against the sound pillar’s side— allowed Tengen to begin to plan his course of action.

“Okay, so I’m going to have to touch you for it, that okay?”

The blonde but the inside of his cheek as he thought. “Y-Yeah,” he finally answered.

“Okay! Time for the flashiest distraction you’ve seen, little man!”

With that, an arm locked over the young slayer, and five fingers found their way to his sides, wiggling with a gentle intensity. The thunder breathing user squeaked a bit and was holding in his giggles.

“I-Is - pffehehe- this a p-part of the- ehehe- the dis-distraction?” Zenitsu managed, body squirming from the ticklish touch.

Another belly laugh erupted from the hashira. “Kid, this is the distraction.”

Zenitsu’s face flushed as he kicked his legs, resting his cheek against the arm ensnaring him. “B-But it— kyeahaha- i-it ti-hihihickles.”

The white-haired male smiled fondly. “Does it? I don’t remember that happening with Senjuro…” he feigned a bit of innocence as his hand moved over the boy’s tummy, clawing at the softness.”

The poor young slayer couldn’t hold it much longer…

“M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi!”

“That’s me!”

“Ihihihihit- hehehehe- ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“Aw jeez, I would hope so,” the sound pillar replied with fake relief on his tongue, “If it didn’t, I would be letting Kyo down.”

Zenitsu, cheek still resting on Tengen’s arm, giggled helplessly as the hashira prodded around his tummy. His legs were still lightly kicking, but there were no signs of protest from the boy.

“You feeling any better, little guy?”

“M-Mhmhmhmhmhm!”

“Good, good! We’ll get you feeling flashy as ever, and then you can-“

A loud boom penetrated the playful atmosphere, causing Zenitsu to whine and both males to rest his hands over the boy’s ears.

“Damn… I was hoping they’d be over by now,” Tengen grumbled, removing one of his hands to rub the young slayer’s back. “It’s okay… just keep your hands up, alright?”

The blonde nodded; all previous giddiness that he had seemed to have evaporated.

“You’ve never been around fireworks before…. Have you?” Tengen inquired, grabbing Zenitsu and holding him in his lap.

The boy shook his head ‘no’, and Tengen sighed.

“Why don’t I keep distracting you, hmm?” A glint of mischief laced the sound pillar’s words as a smile found its way to his face again.

Zenitsu nodded, eyes still closed.

The white-haired male chuckled at the blonde before pushing some hair out of his face. While he was fourteen, he looked so young in the moment. “Alright, I’m gonna start again…” After the warning, Tengen’s hands descended back onto the boy’s tummy, wiggling against his uniform.

Zenitsu began to giggle softly once again, squirming out of instinct. His hands remained over his ears as his eyes remained shut.

Tengen continued to prod and squeeze at the little guy’s tummy, happy to provide him any relief from the amplified sounds.

As the fireworks boomed, Zenitsu’s own hands and giggling managed to successfully block out the amplified sound. “M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi! Ihihihits wohohohorkihihihing!”

“Great! Now you make sure you keep your hands up, or else we’ll be back in the same spot,” the sound pillar chimed. “Yep… just keep those arms up!” With that comment, Tengen moved his hands up to scribble at the boy’s ribcage.

The young slayer curled against the hashira, his giggles growing in volume. His legs came up to meet his chest, desperately not wanting to put his hands down. “Hehehehey! Thahahats nohohohot fahahahair!”

“Fair? Oh, kid, you should know by now that not a single bit of me plays fair,” the white-haired male chimed as he lightly prodded at the sensitive bones.

“Eep! Ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“But isn’t it helping? You seem so much more relaxed, little man!”

“B-Buhuhuhut! Hyeahahaha! Tihihihickles!”

“Just keep your arms up, and it’ll be fine!”

After a few more seconds on the young slayer’s ribcage, the sound pillar moved his hands up to scribble under the boy’s arms. Zenitsu squeaked and kicked his feet to the best of his ability.

“M-MihihiHIHISTeheheher UhuhUHUHUHUZui!”

“Oooh! Bingooooo!” Tengen cooed at the blonde, “Someone’s ticklish here!”

“Yehahaha! IhiHIHIHITs sohohohoOHOHO BAHAHad!” Zenitsu wiggled about, but never putting his arms down, or asking for it to stop.

“But would you rather be listening to those fireworks? They getcha’ pretty bad, Mm?”

“NohohOHOHO Wohohohorse thaHAHAHAN yohohou!”

“Ohoho! Some lip! Little guy’s got a bit of sass to him!” Tengen’s playful side—courtesy of Kyojuro—was fully out. “Looks like I’ll have to tickle the attitude outta ya’!”

“WahaHAHAHAIt! NoHOHOHohoho!” Zenitsu’s legs were kicking more rapidly, and yet he still seemed to be completely on board with the tickles.

“Mmm, shoulda’ thought about that, kid.” The sound pillar dug in with a bit more fervor, having to work against the thick uniform. “These damn element-proof suits are annoying… they’re also Tengen-tickle-proof!”

The blonde squealed, feeling the increased sensation instantly. “OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD. DOHOHO NOHOHOT SAHAHAY THAHAHAT.”

“Oooooh?? Looks like they aren’t quite Tengen-tickle -proof after all!”

The boy’s arm threatened to fall many times, but he kept his hands safely planted on his ears. With little legs kicking, Zenitsu squirmed and laughed with his eyes shut, cheeks dusted pink with mirth.

“Soooo… You wanna tell ol’ Tengen why you haven’t asked me to stop yet?”

Ah! He’d been caught!

“Nohohoho reheheasohohon!”

“Mmm, someone forgets where he is…” the white-haired male brought one hand down to squeeze at the blonde’s side at the same time.

“OKAHAHAY- OKAHAHAY- IHIHIHIHIT MAHAHAHAKES MEHEHE FEHEHEEL SAHAHAHAFE!”

Tengen’s own eyes closed and his lips fell into a pouty frown at the adorable reaction. “Well, little man, seems like you came to the right hashira. This flashy guy is happy to make you feel as safe as you need.”

With both hands returned to the young slayer’s underarms, Zenitsu chuckled a few more times before his arms finally trapped Tengen’s hands.

The sound pillar chuckled. “Hey, I need those.”

“N-Nohohoho! Tihihihickles!”

“Well duh. That’s the whole point of-“ a familiar noise caught his attention, a sense of urgency came across his tone. “Zenitsu, give me my hands.”

“Noooo! You’re gonna tickle me agaaaain!”

“I’m serious, kid, quickly.”

With a look of confusion, Zenitsu hesitatedly freed his attacker’s hands. Within a second, he felt warm palms lightly smack over his ears.

He knew Tengen seemed frantic, but was this really necessary? What was he-

At that moment, the brightest firework the two had seen all night erupted into the air, producing an ear-splitting boom.

Zenitsu looked up at the flinching sound pillar with guilt. “Mister Uzui-“

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” the man answered frantically, more worried about the boy in his arms, “Did I get you in time? I heard the fuse going off, and I knew it would be a big one.”

The boy nodded as he moved to sit up, removing the hashira’s hands from his ears. “You cover yours. I’m okay now.”

The white-haired male chuckled. “No can-do, you’re clearly affected more.”

The blonde bit the inside of his cheek as he sighed. “Yeah… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We were blessed with one of the greatest heightened senses. It just sucks a bit during firework shows.”

“How’d you know what to do? I mean… you really knew how to take care of me.”

“Only a heartless human would let a little kid cry. Hina’s been helping me to be more of a caretaker; the four of us have been talking about having some kids of our own one day, and I need to be prepared.”

Zenitsu smiled at the thought of a baby Tengen toddling about. His smile soon turned to a frown when the man’s words registered. “Hey… I’m fourteen, not a little kid.”

The man chuckled and ruffled Zenitsu’s hair.

The young slayer sat between the Hashira’s open legs, his back turned while resting against the man’s torso. The two perked up when they heard Inosuke’s voice in the distance.

“You okay to be sitting here?” Tengen asked with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Inosuke shouldn’t notice, and Tanjiro won’t say a thing.”

After a few moments, Tanjiro’s chiming voice filled their ears. Zenitsu was right; Tanjiro noticed, but did not say a word about the blonde seeking comfort. Inosuke was too engrossed in getting his dinner to say anything.

“Welcome back!” The sound pillar chirped, “What did you end up getting?”

“We found so many inexpensive stalls! I got more tempura for us, mainly because Zenitsu accidentally dropped his; I got some bentos; a few orders of noodles; AND there was a dango vendor!”

The white-haired male smiled. “Is that so? Got any change?”

The sound of clinking coins and crinkling packages was soon heard, and the four were sharing a meal once again. Zenitsu was about to dive into his tempura when the fireworks began again.

The bursts were one right after another, each sound seeming to be louder than the next. He placed the bag next to him as he cried out loudly, ready to cover his ears. To his surprise, Tengen’s warm, calloused hands had covered them first. He looked back at the hashira, and was met with a patient smile. “Eat,” he mouthed.

Zenitsu sighed and slumped against the sound pillar, finally getting to eat the tempura he had been waiting for.

Inosuke looked up from his meal to see a teary-eyed Zenitsu finally enjoying his own. But… why did the god of festivals have his hands over his… his… uh… what was the word? His… um… listening holes? “TANTORO!”

“Tanjiro,” the brunette corrected, unfazed.

“Why is the god of festivals doing that to Monitsu?” A pointed finger brought Tanjiro’s attention back upon the action he had just missed.

“Oh!” he chimed, “You know how I have a really strong nose?”

Inosuke nodded.

“And do you remember how sick I feel when I smell something really strong? And how upset it makes me?”

Another nod.

“Well, Zenitsu’s ears-“

That’s it! That’s the word! Ears!

“-are really strong, maybe a little stronger than my nose. Do you think the fireworks are really loud?”

A nod.

“So if they’re loud for you and I, imagine how loud they are for Zenitsu. It hurts his ears, and it really makes him upset. It’s best for us to not take notice of it; he’s probably really embarrassed.”

A small “ohh” emitted from the blue-haired male. The two sat in silence once more, Inosuke offering Tanjiro a bite of his dango as the two never broke their gaze from the fireworks.

Zenitsu and Tengen watched as well. The colors illuminated the black sky, and to his joy, Zenitsu could barely hear the pops of sound.

He exhaled.

The colors really were beautiful… aren’t they?

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Strawberry Isagi (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira tickles Isagi in his own playful, Bachira way. That's pretty much it. 😊

A/N: So cards on the table - last year I watched and fell head over heels in love with Blue Lock alongside my friend @giggly-squiggily! I've been writing fics for it on my own and finally decided to go public with it this year! And OMG do I ship Bachisagi SO MUCH! 😍😍😍 This particular fic is more platonic than romantic, but it could be read either way. Enjoy! 💖

Word Count: 928

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There was no way out of Blue Lock unless you quit or were disqualified. Everyone knew that; it had been cemented into their minds on day one.

Right now, however, Isagi was really, really wishing he had somewhere to hide.

“Bachira!” he cried, wriggling uselessly around on his sleeping mat, kicking the covers every which way and generally making an embarrassment of himself. “Dohon’t!”

“Uh-oh. Are we a little ticklish, Isagi?” the smaller boy giggled, gently wiggling his fingers into Isagi’s sides, forcing muffled chuckles past his lips.

“Wahahait! Bahachira!”

Isagi tried to roll over, but Bachira was straddling his lower back, keeping him pinned in place  face down on his bedroll so that all he could do was flail and kick and sputter out embarrassed giggles as his teammate explored this new discovery. And if he knew Bachira, he wouldn’t be satisfied with simply learning he was ticklish; no, he wouldn’t stop until he’d covered every last inch of him, finding his worst spots for future reference, and that was why Isagi was so desperate to get away. It was bad enough he was so stupidly ticklish, but to have someone like Bachira constantly poking and jabbing at him when it was least convenient? The thought only made him kick even more.

“My, you’re a squirmy one, aren’t you?” Bachira switched tactics to begin pinching his ribs from the bottom up, taking the time to make sure each round of pressure did the most tickly damage it could.

Isagi squealed, frantically reaching for his pillow so he could muffle himself. “Bahahahachira! Cuhuhuhut it out alreheheheady!”

Somewhere nearby, he heard a few of his other teammates chuckle at the scene. Isagi flushed bright red. That was the other reason he wanted to be able to hide – having everyone on the team know about this weakness of his was humiliating. He was here to become the best striker in the world; how could he uphold that image when he was helpless like this?

It wasn’t like he’d been the only one tickled on Team Z; Bachira had made his rounds with pretty much everyone at this point. But still!

Speaking of, the smaller player had now moved up to his armpits, trying to wiggle his way in. “Aww, don’t fight me, Isagi. I just want to hear you laugh!”

“I ahahaham lahahaughing!” Isagi whined, trying to buck his hips upward and deter his friend.

Bachira was immovable, however, and quickly changed tactics again. He went back to digging into Isagi’s side, which was a guaranteed way to get the brunette to try and physically stop him, which left his armpits open, which meant…

“Gotcha!” Bachira declared gleefully, diving his fingers into the opened up spaces, grinning at the shriek that flew past Isagi’s lips. “Ooh, good spot? Does it tickle here, Isagi? Hmm? Well – I’m waiting for an answer~”

Isagi was going to – well, he couldn’t quite bring himself to think he’d kill Bachira, but he was certainly going to get him back for this.

“Yehehehehes, it tihihihihickles there! Wohohohohould you stahahahahap it?! Please!”

“Not yet~ I wanna see where else I can make you laugh.” At that moment Bachira seemed to hit a particularly sensitive spot, as Isagi shrieked into his pillow once more and brought his legs up to try and kick at him, one foot landing successfully on his teammate’s back for a brief moment.

But then Bachira hummed with renewed interest, and Isagi knew he was done for. “Nohoho! Wait, nohohohoho!”

“Oh? Do your feet want to play, too? They must be tired from all that running today,” Bachira teased, moving so fast the poor brunette had no chance of getting away or stopping him. In the next moment his ankles had been straddled and his bare feet were being tickled mercilessly, sending him into bouts of laughter that were much louder than anything he’d let fly before. Bachira sounded far too pleased with himself. “Ooh, I think this is a really good spot!”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHAHACHIRA, DOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Isagi screamed, caught between wanting to muffle his cries and wanting to beg for mercy, trying to twist onto his side but not having the strength for it. He settled on slapping his hand on the ground in the universal tap-out gesture. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!! ANYWHEHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!!”

“Anywhere?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!!”

“All right, then…” Bachira left his feet alone, allowing Isagi a momentary sigh of relief before he was flipped onto his back and straddled again, this time with wiggling fingers descending on his open belly, slipping under his sweatshirt to get at the sensitive bare skin.

Isagi squeaked and burst into giggles that flowed freely now that he had no way to hide his face or muffle his sounds. His hands flew down to grasp Bachira’s wrists, but the beaming smile and playful gleam in his friend’s eyes stopped him from actually trying to push him away. Why was that?

“Look how red you are. You’re like a strawberry! How cute~” Bachira chuckled, leaning down so they were nose-to-nose. “I could just eat you up, Isagi~”

The brunette’s eyes widened at the statement, feeling himself blush even harder now. Was it getting hot in here?!

“Get a room,” Chigiri mocked playfully from somewhere nearby, and that sealed Isagi’s fate in his own mind. He resigned himself to giggling and squirming until Bachira was good and done, and if it was obvious how he felt about him now, so be it. He was going to be the best athlete in the world! He could take a little more tickling!

Probably…