#ticklish!aqua

[lovelynim]

Hiiii congratulations for 400!!!

For the game could you do Lee!Aqua and Ler!Ruby or Miyako (the pink haired lady who takes care of them.) ((Yes I had to google her name))

Sometimes Aqua makes such scary expressions, they've really got to make him lighten up!

Thank youuu, and the game really is so fun! I'm enjoyed everything you write for it, even though I don't even watch some of the shows! You're just that good!

Hi Anons!

Ahhh, I was really excited to write something for Aqua cuz I love his vibes huehuehuehue also ruby really does give off the impression that should tickle him out of the blue just to mess with him hehehe

I feel like I was a bit unfair with Aqua on the poll, tho, but oh well, he deserves it ~

So, shall we see how this one will turn out? ~

Aqua looked away, his lips curling into an awkward smile as he tried to avoid eye contact with his twin sister as much as possible. Slightly shifting his position on the couch, he couldn’t help but to grow more and more nervous as Ruby kept intensely staring at him. 

“So?” She insisted, her voice making Aqua jolt in place. Ruby pouted, getting impatient at her brother’s silence.

“W-well,” he muttered, still trying to figure a way to avoid the topic as much as possible or to, at least, put his answer in a mild way. If it was any other person, Aqua wouldn’t have problems turning them down, no matter what the offer was. But as for Ruby… specially when she resorted to such a direct approach.

“‘Well’? Just say it already!” The girl snapped, sitting back for a moment while looking at Aqua with serious, piercing eyes. 

Shivering in place, he sighed. If he knew she planned to corner him like this, he would have already prepared an excuse beforehand. “Ahm… I think I won’t have time, you know, my schedu-”

“Nuh-uh,” she interrupted, grinning, “I already checked and you don’t have any recordings scheduled for this week.”

“But I told the director I’d hel-”

“Yesterday you told us he doesn’t have any project currently going on and that he is just discussing some ideas,” Ruby’s grin grew even larger, leaning forward, “come on, it’s just a dance practice, you can even wear a mask!”

“I don’t dance, Ruby,” Aqua sighed, placing one hand on his sister’s shoulder and gently pushing his back, trying to recover some of his personal space.

“And that’s the point of a dance practice!” She insisted, holding his arm as she cornered him again against the couch, “I need some new content to post! And Kana doesn’t want to do it!”

“T-then why do I have to? I’m not even in your grou-”

“Because you are my dear twin brother and you’d do anything for your beloved sister.”

“...I wouldn’t put it like that,” Aqua chuckled, but instantly regretted his words as it seemed to have sparked something inside Ruby. Something dangerous.

“Aqua…” Her grip around his arm tightened, the annoyance in her voice was clear. Uh oh.

“Ruby, I ca-”

“As your sister, I also know a lot of stuff other people don’t,” she said, sounding a little too threatening for her brother’s taste, “stuff about you, brother.”

Those words triggered and brought some of Aqua’s childhood memories back to his mind. One, in particular, when he found out that his new body was more sensitive than his previous one.

“Ruby, d-dohOHON’T!” He protested, letting out an embarrassing high pitched laugh as his sister reached for his side, squeezing it mercifully. Her other hand, previously holding his arm, was already trying to find its way to his ribs while all Aqua could do to fight the tickling back was press his arms down. “Plehehease! No tihihickling! Ahaha! Stohohop!!”

“Stop?” Ruby spoke, a clear smug both in her tone and in her face. She wiggled her fingers, breaking her brother’s facade into a puddle of boyish laughter.

[axie-axo]

Session Storytime with @plussizepolleepocket 🖤🤍

I am gonna try to type this without just GUSHING bc YALL. Best fucking weekend.

So after a lil drive, I actually unknowingly pulled up right next to Lace and we both SCREAMED! I gave them the biggest hug and we went inside this wonderful restaurant (pictures below) and we were laughing at how silent it was because we were enjoying the food so much 🤣

Then, we went to a not-so-aqua aquarium but still had a great time looking at sharks and frogs 🐸

We checked into the Airbnb, and Lace was being so adorable the second we relaxed I asked to tickle her because my hands were just ITCHING. Pretty girl has the sweetest giggles and is much more ticklish than they expected 🤭 we’re gonna ignore the fact that she woke me up with tickles and I was too sleepy to fight back so I melted

Then we went to the COOLEST light show (pics also below) and got some pizza before we sessioned. The next day we went shopping and did a lil car session before saying goodbye, and when I tell you I miss Lace so much already???? Such an amazing friend 🖤

Not to get on my soap box but when I tell you how valuable it is to have such a good friendship with someone in this community, and then get to session with them??? The feeling is amazing, you feel so much more relaxed, and it makes the wrecking soooo much better.

[sonicasura]

Oni!Kafka

A thought for a different idea that quickly became its own thing. Thus this very page as I rather keep stuff like this separate. Other species swaps might also get their own info posts. Let's get started.

All it takes is a gift bottle of mysterious booze on a 30th birthday party to turn Kafka Hibino's life upside down. In a world dealing with kaiju, discoveries like magic being real are still plausible. Or in this case: curses.

Thanks to cursed liquor, Kafka has become a Liquor Devil that rightfully earned the title of Oni for how disastrous his first night was. A 10 ft aqua blue scaled beast with chimeric traits like long teal curved back horns, caracal ears, long tongue with harmless(to humans) cat papillae, sharp clawed fingers, teal hoofed tiger legs, black bat wings, teal lancehead viper for a tail and finally thick obsidian fur covering his lower legs/upper back/wrists/chest. (He still retains the dad bod but has extra muscle.)

Oni!Kafka is venomous with two types of poisons he can wield. The one in his claws act akin to Cane Toad venom which causes hallucinations and an almost drunken state within victims. It's the tail that needs to be avoided as the fangs of the snake hold Golden Lancehead Viper venom.

Oni!Kafka runs pretty hot in temperature so it isn't uncommon for cold blooded animals or those seeking warmth to flock to him. Well his tail does need a warmer since it's the only part that's cold blooded. Otherwise he's warm blooded in nature.

When it comes to Oni!Kafka, you can say the himbo's manchild nature has ramped up. It's very easy to grab his attention. Anything that interests the human side like food, drinks, playthings, etc will work very well on the devil half.

What really gets Oni!Kafka's attention is anything with nostalgic value. Even if it's an old childhood friend that he lost contact with. Best be careful as the Liquor Devil will kidnap or steal his current interest(much to the human half's embarrassment.) *looks at KafMina enthusiasts specifically*

Oni!Kafka loves to play with willing playmates. He usually chooses children games like tag as not everyone is super strong like him. If they are then roughhousing will be something the devil will request instead.

Despite being venomous and intimidating, Oni!Kafka is quite friendly in nature. Best not to interrupt his games or cheat at them. That's one of the few fastest ways to garner the demon's fury other than harming his treasure and stealing from him.

Kafka's tail has a mind of its own, usually responding to the name Hissy. This serpent is a tsundere that doesn't let just anyone touch it nor easily show they like pride and affection. The viper won't bite a nonthreat but will head bump or slap them instead.

Anything Kafka likes is added to his 'hoard'. It doesn't matter whether it's objects or people as all of it are considered treasure to him. Both forms are possessive with the devil side being the most.

Kafka has to drink a special elixir on a bi-weekly basis in order to live a normal life. There are times where he's required to transform and thus kept busy by his companions. Also he has to be very careful around alcohol.

Due to being a Liquor Devil, a certain amount of booze will trigger his transformation into Oni!Kafka. It takes severe exhaustion or another elixir for him to revert back to human form. He suffers a major hangover afterwards as transforming can be compared to being heavily intoxicated.

Oni!Kafka sheds on a daily basis but does molt three times a year. If it's the latter case then he's stuck like that until the process is over. The devil is extra moody and irritable during this period so ice cream, movies, or light alcoholic drinks help keep him content.

Oni!Kafka's wings are a bit ticklish thus it's quite easy to get the fella laughing hard. Absolutely loves himself some chin and behind the ear scratches. Guaranteed to get the big guy purring very loudly within seconds.

The Monster Sweepers had some difficulty dealing with Oni!Kafka on the first. Partly because they were freaking out especially Toku as he gave his friend the bottle in the first place. It was a huge relief to know their coworker is still the same albeit more childish.

The apartment got wrecked because Oni!Kafka wanted to play tag and the place was obviously too small. Board games were too boring while his fingers weren't suited for normal video game controllers. It took a few hours of insane tag to exhaust the demon.

Finding the recipe needed for the special elixir obviously took time. Medicine to help with hangovers did suppress some of Kafka's demon side leaving him in a half state. It took going to an occult store to find a few ingredients for their concoction.

On some occasions, Kafka will become his demon form if hungry enough. He has a preference for meat and often hunts kaiju to satisfy his hunger. The man requires enough food to feed an adult family of five to sustain himself.

Meals heavy in fat and sugar reduces the amount he needs to eat though. Food cooked with alcohol also helps but Kafka has to make sure it's diluted. Signs of a transformation about to occur are the same as someone getting drunk.

Increased talkativeness, boost in confidence, etc. The only inhuman warnings are the appearance of bumps on the forehead/back/tail bone, skin greying, and extra hair. Rice water or foods that help with hangovers can reverse these symptoms if caught quickly.

Only permanent visible change to Kafka's human form is his teeth are now Oni-like fangs. The other alteration involves the man's liver becoming immune to the harmful effects of alcohol. In fact liquor provides extra nutrients and even an adrenaline boost during high stress situations for him instead.

Oni!Kafka is semi-nocturnal so he's prone to sleep during the daytime when there's no work to do. He either sleeps in a loaf like a cat, curled up, or if possible upside down akin to a bat. Only sleeps on his back should a friend/family/mate wants to rest atop of him. He's a cuddler otherwise when sleeping next to someone.

If my brain lets me then expect a drawing of him. Other than the crossover idea, there would most likely be two more ideas with him. Amongst them is one where someone else gets Kaiju No. 8 instead and Kafka is only a devil.

If you are wondering, there isn't a demon based on alcohol sadly. Believe me I checked so Kafka is mostly his own thing with an Oni basis at the core. Want to a crack at your own version then go ahead.

Merely link this page here so everyone else can check it out too!

@noodlesbf-blog @kafkahibinomybeloved @discoknack @mechazushi @giantgoblin @driokrine @iceclew @terra-sketches @renard-dartigue @writeroffanfiction

[sqrkyclean]

hm . a short fic about someone (an oc or reader insert , up to you) getting tickled by both whimsy (who is making a mess) and aqua (who is attempting in vain to scrub away said mess)

Oh that’s huge

Whimsy’s tongue fluttered early between your toes, the whipped cream dripping down between the other few as it melted. She let her sharp teeth brush along the ball of your foot, a shiver of raw ticklish arousal shooting through your body.

No matter how much you struggled, you found yourself unable to escape.

The instant whimsy managed to suck the last of the soft,sugary fluff, you jolted. Aqua pressed her paw against the heel of your other foot.

You squealed in protest as she began mercilessly scrubbing every inch of your captured foot, soap dripping down to your ankle in thick ribbons.

“God, you’re a mess,” Aqua mocked, making sure to get in between each of your toes no matter how much you shook and struggled. “Apologize for making me clean up after you right now.”

“I—“ you hiccuped between desperate giggle-sobs. “I’m sahahahrry—!!”

“Hmm…” aqua paused for a moment to consider this. “That didn’t sound like words to me. Can you stop laughing for a second so I can hear you?”

You heaved in a breath to reply just as Whimsy pulled out a long, elegant feather quill, dipping it into a bottle of glittery ink.

As you tried to speak again, the sharp metal began drawing cute little hearts on the surface of your big toe. You let out a full on scream as you shook in panic, but nothing you could do would make them stop. All they wanted was to make you giggle yourself sick.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Making the Best of the Situation

Summary: Peter 1 gets deaged to a one year old and has to get cleaned up. Two and Three come up with a great way to get the youngest clean and have some fun along the way 🙃❤️

(This idea was given to me by the lovely @teddysterk 😁❤️ It would have been done sooner, but I accidentally deleted part of it and had to rewrite it 😅 But, it is finished! 😁 Hope you all enjoy 😁❤️)

"Come on Uno, I need you to work with me."

One squirmed as Two wrestled him out of the his outfit.

"You're filthy bud, we have to get you clean."

A whine slipped out as the shirt popped over the youngest's head, thoroughly smearing mud on his face and hair.

"There." Two set the soiled clothing aside. "Otto has got to get that portal fixed."

The youngest's face dropped. Approximately a week had gone by since One had jumped through the portal from his world to Two's. The portal had glitched with One inside, turning him from a teenager to a one year old.

Needless to say, none of them were excited about the change. They were trying to make the best of the situation, but it wasn't fun.

Two softened and wrapped his baby brother in a hug. "I'm sorry this happened to you Bug. Trust me, if I could, I'd fix it in a heartbeat."

With a tiny sniff, One hid his face in the eldest's chest. Emotional regulation sucked when your entire body fit on your older brother's chest.

Ignoring the mud smearing his shirt, Peter 2 rubbed One's back. "We'll get you back. I promise."

A knock came from the partially opened bathroom door. "Hey, everything okay?"

Two turned to Three. "Yeah, we're just processing things."

"Still having a rough time?"

"Unfortunately."

Another quiet sniff interrupted the moment.

"I'm sorry Bug." The middle Peter placed a kiss on the top of the youngest's head. "I promise, we'll get this figured out."

Two squeezed him close. "You're not alone in this Pete."

After a beat of silence, Three squeezed Two's shoulder. "Ready?"

"I guess. Got everything?"

The middle Peter motioned to his bag. "Yep."

"Nice." A piece of rubber caught Two's attention. "But what's that?"

"Oh yeah!" Three held up two sets of gloves. "Ta-da!"

"Why do you have dish washing gloves?"

"Well, as much as Uno loves us and we love him, I don't think bathing would be the best experience bare handed."

One of Two's eyebrows arched up. "So you bought gloves?"

"Yeah, but look." The middle Peter shoved the gloves toward him. "They have soft bristles on them to help you clean better."

The eldest eyed the gloves. They were an odd aqua green color with the palms and fingers covered in small bristles. From his perspective, they looked prickly and rough. Yet when he ran a thumb over them, they felt soft and gentle.

"See? This way we can clean him, but there's still a layer in between."

Two nudged One. "What do you think Bug. Do you like the gloves?"

Hesitantly, One felt the bristles. His face wrinkled a little at the feeling, but he didn't pull away.

"I can't tell if that's a bad look or an okay look."

Three shrugged. "It's better than nothing at all."

As the middle Peter pulled the glove back, Two felt One turtle. The quietest little squeak snuck out as he quickly pulled his hand back.

The eldest smiled, but made no comment. "Did you buy two sets?"

Three pulled another set out of his pocket. "You read my mind."

"Perfect."

A tiny smile pulled up the corners of One's mouth. Not a full smile, but the first one Two had seen in the past few days.

The eldest slid on a pair of the washing gloves and brushed a finger against One's cheek. "Gootchie goo."

Try as he might to hold him in, tiny giggles slipped out.

Two glanced up but Three was too busy examining the bottles of baby shampoo and body wash. So the eldest gave One a wink. "Ticklish."

The youngest blew a raspberry at him.

"Come on." Two booped his nose. "You could use a smile."

One buried his face in his hands. However, he couldn't hide the growing grin from a knowing older brother.

Before either could further retort, Three stood beside them. "Alright Bubba, let's get you clean."

The youngest started giggling as both older brothers neared him with the bristley gloves.

"What's got you so bubbly Bug?" Two teased.

One shook his curls.

Meanwhile, Three titled his head. "Am I missing something?"

"Oh don't worry." The eldest lifted One's arm and glided one finger across his armpit. "You'll catch on."

With a squeal, the youngest yanked his little arm back to his side. A blush started forming on his cheeks as nervous giggles filled the bathroom.

By now, the confusion on Three's face had morphed into a mischievous smirk. "Aww, is someone too ticklish for the gloves?"

Peter 1's giggles grew even more as he turtled away from the bristly finger currently gliding under his chin.

Meanwhile, Two melted. One was an adorable teenager, but he was absolutely precious as a baby. Big brown eyes, high pitched giggles, and tiny curls flying everywhere? He could give Gerber babies a run for their money.

A stream of squealy baby laughter pulled him back to Three gliding both gloves along One's ribs. Both of his little legs kicked widely while he tried to grab a hold of Three's hands.

The middle Peter cooed. "Gootchie gootchie goo baby brother."

A snorty headshake was his only response.

Two grinned. "Oh no Three!"

Peter 3 looked up. "What?"

"You forgot body wash." The eldest handed him the bottle. "You'll have to clean all over again."

"Ihi guess yohoure rihight Dos."

One's eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around his torso. "No!"

The interaction immediately stopped.

Ever since the portal incident, the youngest hadn't spoken a single word. Both Two and Three had assumed he just couldn't at this age. But even One seemed surprised by the fact that any word had come out of his mouth.

However, since he was much more sensitive to emotion in his younger state, it startled him even more.

"Snuggle Bug? Are you okay?" Two asked

The youngest's eyes started to tear up.

Immediately, the eldest wrapped him in another hug. "Hey, it's okay. That was just a little startling, wasn't it?"

"Es."

Three pouted over One's head.

Two smiled, but held up a warning hand. "Let's take a break for a moment okay?"

"Ease?"

"Of course. That came out of nowhere, huh?"

Peter 1 rubbed his eye. "Ickly."

"Ickly?"

One tiny hand patted Two's hand.

"Ah, you're right Uno. The gloves are very tickly."

Peter 3 jumped in. "But they can also be fun. Watch this."

A moment later, the taller Peter covered his eyes before pulling them back again. "Peekaboo!"

One small giggle slipped out.

So Three repeated the actions again. "Peekaboo! Ah peekaboo!"

By now, One had returned to his giggly baby form and all past tears faded away.

Three covered the front of his face to try to hold back the squeals trying to leave his mouth while Two bit back a laugh and held up the bottle of shampoo. "Why don't we start with the shampoo first Bug?"

One nodded and reached for the bottle. "Old?"

"You want to hold the bottle?"

"Es ease."

"Sure." Two helped him hold it. "There you go."

While the bottle had seemed small in both Two and Three's hands, it seemed absolutely massive in One's. A little extra maneuvering and the youngest was able to squeeze a small amount of the shampoo onto Two's hand.

"Thank you Uno." Two lathered the shampoo as he watched Three sink to the floor. "When Tres is done freaking out, maybe we can actually finish this bath."

The tallest of the trio whined as he pulled himself back up. "Don't tell me you're immuned to all of this! That sounds coming out of him are literally precious!"

"Trust mehe, Ihi know. But he's also been sitting on this counter without any clothes for over 10 minutes. So let's put a hold on the cuteness aggression until he's cleaned and clothed please?"

Three whined again, but still wetted One's curls with a little water. "It's not fair for him to be this cute and you not expect me to smother him!"

"You can have all the cuddles after bath time."

"Ugh! Fine."

Once his curls were wet enough, Two massaged the shampoo through. Even these two actions had one turtling into his shoulders with a stream of babyish giggles pouring into the space again.

"Oh my word!" Three melted. "Are you not hearing these Two!"

Peter 2 had to admit, it was hard not to join Three on the cooing end. There were a few instances where he purposefully dragged his fingers over a spot just to keep him giggling a little longer. "It's like a little giggle fehest ihin here."

While the youngest giggled away, Two may have pushed all of his curls up into a bubbly mohawk to make both he and Three die of cuteness overload.

Then, while he thoroughly rinsed, Three prepped his gloves for the second part of bathing. "This will be a quick in and out Bug. Maybe."

"But the same rules apply to you as to teenage Peter." Two booped his nose. "If you need us to stop, tell us to stop, okay?"

"Tay."

Once rinsed the youngest already looked much cleaner. However, streaks of mud still decorated his face and body.

The eldest carefully wetted One's body before helping him back up. "Alrighty Three."

In true older brother fashion, Three wiggled his fingers toward his baby brother. "I'm gonna get you Petey."

Anticipatory giggles began filling the room again as One watched the gloves get closer and closer. "Ihicklyhy oo!"

"Aww, are the gloves too tickly for baby Petey?" Two teased.

"Eanie!"

"I'm not a meanihie."

"Eanie oo!"

The middle Peter carefully washed One's legs clean. "Scruba-dub-dub, I washing ya Bug."

Those same giggles grew even more as Three washed away the streaks.

"Aww, does some baby got ticklish knees?"

"Noho!"

"I think you do." One finger glided under the back of the youngest's knee. "Tickie tickie."

"Eee! Ehe!"

"Ee?! You're killing me here Uno!"

"Noho!"

Two stopped the youngest from rolling off the counter. "Where are you going rolly polly?"

"Eanihies!"

"Not meanies." Two moved to scrub behind One's ear. "It's just our job."

"Eeee!"

"That's right." Three moved up to scrub along his tummy and ribs. "Big brothers have to tickle baby brothers. It's---."

A snort broke him off.

Both older brothers melted at the sound while One pouted. However, it was hard for it to be persuasive with bright eyes and snorty laughs.

Three blew a raspberry into his tummy.

"SQUEE! EE!"

"Ihi gohot your tummyhy."

One little hand batted Three's head. "Noho ummyhy."

Two broke at the facial expression on Three's face.

However, all laughter quieted as Peter 1 rubbed his eye with his fist.

Both older brothers shared a smile as they wound down their attack. Even in tiny human form, tickles still wore the youngest out.

So Three took off his gloves. "Alright Uno, let's finish up here. Then it's jammies and nap time."

"No ap."

Two also removed his gloves. "You're eyes are so heavy Bug. We'll play later."

"No ap ease?"

Three guided him to the sink. "You'll be cranky if you fight it Bubba. Trust me, the fun will still be there when you get back."

"Tay."

Quickly, the older two rinsed One clean of soapy suds before wrapping him a clean towel. They switched out the soggy diaper from his bath for a clean one before dressing him in a zip up onesie.

By the time they had finished, Peter 1 had almost completely slipped off to sleep. His last little bit of stubborn will kept him from fully dozing off.

Two wrapped him in a blanket. "Come on Pete, time to close those eyes."

One shook his head as he yawned.

So Three scooped him to his chest. "Come on Bubba."

The youngest's eyes already started to close. "No."

"Good night Uno."

A moment later, One slipped off into a deep sleep.

Two brushed down his damp curls. "You know, I miss teenage Uno, but baby Uno's pretty cute too."

"I wanna squish him."

"We just got him to sleep."

"Please?"

"Later." Two plopped on to the bed. "Come on."

"What are you doing?"

"Making a cuddle party." The eldest patted the bed. "Told you you could have all the cuddles when we were done."

A moment later, Peter 3 was pressed against Two's side with One on his chest. "Yes!"

The eldest pulled him close. "This is perfect."

Meanwhile, the youngest snuggled further in between the two before quickly falling back asleep. The machine may not be fixed yet, but baby One was pretty cute.

Maybe they would be able to get through this okay after all.

[smilingangel582]

Who am I to deny a request... anyway, yall better send me any requests u need....I'll try my best!!

Warning spoilers alert watch or read the manga Oshi no ko

Just to see that smile

"Aqua-kun, you seem distracted?"

Eating his parfait, he noticed she had just begun to speak after a gentle stroll around the amusement park. He and Akane just got on their first date, and it was turning out pretty good, though he hadn't intended to be this intimate with her.

"Oh, no... just wondering"

Akane tilted her head now munching the cream "...about?"

He realised he almost let slipped crucial information about his plan, shaking his head. He managed a smile to make her see "Yeah never mind that, where else should we go?"

Huffing, there's a cute pout she managed to reflect for the first time in front of him without acting as Ai Hoshino "There you go again..."

"What?"

"That smile, it's so forced... why...? You always look so sad"

The words somewhat irritated him, and he sighed, stopping his pace for a moment to face her "Well it's not like I don't enjoy it. it's my way... sorry about that"

Her pout contorted to concern, did she go too far and ruined the mood?

Still, she should be able to do something about that bitter look. He's got a lovely face so the least he could do he be happy and create a nice expression for her.

Looking back at the amusement park, she cast her seagreen eyes towards the ferris wheel "Hey forget it, let's ride the ferris wheel, I hope you aren't afraid of heights"

"I have no objection"

They began taking more photos but this time Akane was enjoying her time with him, mostly because she intended to make him laugh one way or another.

"Look at this." she showed a funny cat video on her phone, and he looked at it. Seeing how it was a sweet attempt to lighten the mood, he gave a gentle smile

Close enough but not what she wanted.

Next, she would pull some funny faces to tease him. In fact, it was kind of a terrible attempt. Instead, he was confused. "Are you alright?"

She puffed her cheeks "Aaah I give..."

"Give up on what?"

"You're pretty tough, I tried to make you laugh, but you didn't."

He put two to two and then widened his eyes in realisation. He ruffled his own hair with slightly awkwardness. "I... I'm sorry, I guess my mood did affect you too, but trust me, your efforts were not in vain"

He grinned now, something better... she blushed as he looked very handsome. She wondered if its real or if its just acting. If it's acting he surpassed man actors.

She hummed now, ready to give up, but then another idea popped to her head. He watched her raised her wrists now clawing them "Oh but I got one more trick up my sleeve"

He was still puzzled but then yelped when she dug her fingers on his waist. He was squirming to escape now. The ferris wheel they were on was only a trap for Aqua. He did not expect her to resort to this. He blushed now. "Hohold ohohon... wehehe're ihin publihic!"

"It's revenge for being such a party pooper" Akane snickered now pushing her fingers up his ribs knowing they were bad enough for someone like him.

"Eh, the great Aqua-kun is actually ticklish?"

"OK OK, cuhuhut it out nohohow!" He giggled now, curling to the corner, trying hard not to let out anymore embarrassing sounds.

She hit wrongs spots every time he tried to escape.

"Wait did you snort?"

"Nononononohoho THhahHahts bAHAHAD!"

"You're ribs? Huh, funny. I realised the backs are more sensitive than the fronts... strange"

Aqua arched his back. His thoughts were a chaotic mess. So far, only Ruby and Ai had driven him crazy like this.

"Ah... this spot looks nice too" Akane devilishly kneaded the top ribs that were behind but close to his underarms. It was the last straw... he can't win against this teasing and torment.

"IHIHI NOHOHO! WAHAHAIT, TIME OUT! FOHOHOR REHEHEAL AHAHAKNE SAHAHAN!"

She listened now and backed off with giggles tumbling from her own lips. She hadn't expected him to be this sensitive.

"It's... kind of cute" she said as he straightened up covering his face with embarrassment. She poked his stomach to get him to show thst face and he did revealed a rather roused and ruffled expression, something she never saw in him before.

She felt her own cheeks heat up.

"As long as you don't post anything about what happened at the ferris wheel just now..." he said in a shakey voice,"...we're cool"

Before he could hear her reply, she leaned forward, pressing her warm lips to his own. It was a brief but delicate kiss that even Aqua wasn't ready for.

She looked away now with a smile. "You look adorable when you laugh... so you should do it more."

She added, alluring him while licking her lips. "It's payback for last time... at love now. " her eyes suddenly shone like stars with perspiring brightness in that beautiful pool of emotions.

He was startled, feeling the heat restrain his own cheeks much longer. He looked down now, silent but also much subtle. "Y-yeah... um, thanks..."

He turned to look at her one last time... was it because she was good as Ai, or was it her own charisma?

He didn't know what this sensation was... this fuzzy warmth. Somehow, it feels dangerous...

[atomsminecraft]

Who do you think is the most ticklish of the consorts? It’s either Roy, Tino, or (since he’s a future consort) Aqua in my opinion

[ticklishthoughts1]

Azure Headcanons fr

Y'all this is one of my favorite Ocs so you're getting shit abt him now

-He has loved the color blue in all variations his entire life, one of the main reasons being his name is a variation of Blue. It makes him calm.

-He has very ADHD (And PTSD but we don't talk abt that)

-Despite being the blue boi, he will almost always eat red things, says it 'balances him out'-loves apples

-Someone in the society called him azzy once, it annoyed the fuck out of him in a lighthearted way, so of course now half of the spiders he knows calls him that

-He subconsciously emits a big-brother like protective vibe to literally everyone he platonically interacts with, regardless of their age.

-In his Universe, People Blush purple, not red

-His best friend is a literal princess in his universe-due to this, instead of Spiderman being outlawed there, he's not only legal, but celebrated officially.

-He has no biological family, to the best of his knowledge

-He's actually a songwriter, but Ironically, this is more secret than him being Spiderman. Sometimes in his universe, people will do fan edits of Azure to the Music he created unknowingly

-Despite being probably the best ler of my ocs, he can get incredibly lee around certain people(Ahem-mona) and When being Tickled, he will use his own superstrength to try and keep himself still for the ler

-Soft tickles affect him a lot less than rough ones but fluster him so much more that he has to fight a smile when looking at things like Makeup Brushes

-He has ticklish ears, but they've only ever been gotten like ONCE, and never again

-He is very good with tech, and helped to create an AI named Gerald. Gerald is not an acronym-he just liked the Name Gerald.

-Gerald commands a little Army of Robotic Spiders, known as the Aqua Centurion

-Although he Hates when people touch his hair without his explicit permission, if he gives said permission he will become insanely relaxed while someone plays with his hair to the point of falling asleep

-He is quite good at fighting and enjoys sparring. One time, literally gave someone a pseudo-therapy session by talking to them while sparring them

-Azure is a tall Motherfucker (6'3)

-His first kiss was canonically him faking being gay with a friend until it wasn't fake anymore

-If he is called prettyboy, he is a puddle. that's it. it's a fuckin kryptonite

-He finds it hilarious to use his spider strength dispoportionately at random-like if he's arguing with someone about something unimportant, he will pick them up and hold them over his head with one hand while making a point, set them back down, dust them off, and continue as normal

-he can do a double backflip from a standstill, and his fighting style is very very fluid, which often suprises people due to his size.

-He LOVES the technically correct but wrong POV things-he once made a slideshow explaining by definition that while a hot dog isn't a sandwhich, It IS a taco.

-When he's in suit, he refuses. to. stay. fucking. still.

-One of his friends that's more like his brother now caused 'the chili incident'. He mentions this often, and refuses to tell another SOUL what the incident is.

-He actually has no secret Identity in his verse-no family to protect.

-When he gets really flustered,suprised, or angry, he has this southern drawl to his voice-he personally hates it, and tries to squash it in his normal voice

-calls absolutely everyone hun and darlin

-when he's super happy he does lil headbops as if listening to music, he calls these "bop-isms"

-he has trouble sleeping in front of people-if he sleeps in front of you it is the ultimate sign of trust

[crypticcupid]

*tears your door off the hinges and yeets it out of the window* You 🫵. About them basic ass self-ship asks.

Can I get a uhhhh.... 😘, 🐶, 💫 and 💋 for Heisenberg and/or Hancock pwease? <3c ~ @avid-adoxography

@avid-adoxography MY FUCKING DOOR-

/j/j I'm gonna' do both because any opportunity to talk about my babes I will take with eagerness!! Thank you so so much for askin'! :D

😘: What’s your f/o’s favorite thing about YOU? K.arl love my loyalty. The man could tell me to jump off a bridge and I'd trust his judgement enough to ask why while leaning halfway over. He knows that I follow him like a puppy all the time, and he loves getting his ego stroked because of it. That said, once he does realize that the loyalty is not from fear, admiration, or for a secret ploy to take his power it really strikes him hard. Like "Damn, this dude just likes me enough to listen to me and respect my demands?". Yes K.arl, I like you that much. 😤 J.ohn is more simple in the fact that he's just smitten from how much Rayne is a big sweetheart. Rayne is nice to most folk he meets and tries to help everyone and anyone. That's rare in the Wastes. Rayne is a rarity that H.ancock treasures so much. 🐶: If you and your f/o were to get a pet, what would it be? I said this on my last blog somewhere but I stand by it; K.arl and I would get Rottweilers. Big, goofy, rotties!! They'd probably get serious German origin names and have the training for guarding jobs, but they are also the babiesTM. They get up the couch and lay on us while we listen to the radio. Slobber on my leg while I'm cooking. I love them, they are goobers. As for J.ohn, he's getting a Rad Horse with me and excitedly talking about how cool it would be to ride one in battle. Her name is Peach, and he truthfully had no idea how to ride her. That's fine though, I know how to ride, I can teach him while sitting behind him in the saddle. She loves him though and always noses him for attention. Puts her whole head on his shoulder and waits for pets. He's taught her to bite people on command please help me- 💫: Are either of you ticklish? If so, where? ThIS MAN DENIES IT! H.eisenburg never will admit it, but he's got a particularly ticklish spot on the back of his knees. Which ya' know, not a common spot. But when your partner is a flexible and stubborn bastard? No it's not safe. :) Well ghoul skin is a bit more rough and, not necessarily numb, but more so armored type of senses. So it's a faint tickle if anything. That said, the spot just below his chin? (Chefs kiss) Best spot to get the sensation in. 💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o? Where are their favorite places to kiss you? Well a safe place that I love to kiss pretty much anyone is the neck or temples. One for... less than wholesome reasons in comparison than the other. lol H.eisenburg likes to kiss Aqua's forehead and just at the corner of their lips. Something about how Aqua always hums when he kisses their forehead makes him smile all smitten to himself. H.ancock likes Rayne's lips period anyway you slice it. But! ....He really loves the dramatics of kissing up her arms. Morticia and Gomez style, man is devoted. Plus, Rayne always starts giggling when he does it which is a major bonus in his books.

Basic Self-Ship Asks

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"AN INSTANT CLASSIC THAT SOLD OUT IN MINUTES; THIS BATHROOM SET IS SOUGHT AFTER TO THIS DAY."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the now sadly discontinued Carl "ATHF" bathroom decor set, c. 2014, now a rare collectors item.

"The first of many products I made for As Seen On Adult Swim. An instant classic that sold out in minutes; this bathroom set is sought after to this day."

-- STUART GOLLEY (designer)

Design: Stuart Golley

Art Director: Brandon Lively

Creative Director: Jacob Escobedo

Producer: Rena McMullan

"Spruce up your bland toilet at home with the "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" themed Carl Brutananadilewski toilet cover and bib. This freakin' sweat toilet decor features life like detail, including a ticklish mustache to sit on and accurately placed pit stains."

-- THIS IS WHY I'M BROKE (The Internet's mall)

Source: www.thisiswhyimbroke.com/athf-carl-toilet-cover.

[goldendivinewrath]

@full-of-mercy

Vash doesn't feel like he can breathe in that short eternity of stillness and eye contact and not being certain, his chest and his lungs feeling squeezed too tight to expand. Wondering, taking in signs and tells and still not being sure of what he's seeing, of what the result is going to be, what he might have to say in order to dismiss or explain or retreat--

That squeak, the one he inadvertently makes when he's moved seemingly without thought or effort -- moved closer and quickly and it's nothing that he could have predicted or found need or desire to argue against -- would be absolutely mortifying if he were of any mind to process the fact that he'd made that sound in the first place. It's distant background noise at best, along with every thought in his head; Vash can't entirely process the reality that he's been vehemently pulled in instead of pushed away.

He actually manages to process a whole lot less when the ticklish-warm-sharp-good touch ripples over his skin and immediately deeper, looking at the man beneath him, watching exactly what he's doing and still needing extra time for the physical sensation and the rest of his scattered mind to catch up to one another. Bright, bright blue-green-aqua-teal eyes, glowing ring slowly getting overcome by expanding black, peer down in a way that's almost predatory, breath shallow and fast.

The information given takes another moment or two for sinking in, to understand, and by then-- There aren't words in response. Language ceases to exist altogether in a guttural moan of anticipation, fully realizing intention. The sound only seems to be echoed by a resonance that is rapidly pulsing instead of remaining a steady vibration, matching his heartbeat and the as-of-yet barely present rocking of his hips. He feels like he could shake himself apart on the atomic level if he goes much further, and that being a fully coherent thought in a choppy ocean of sensation almost gets him to spare breath to laugh.

Vash can't do much more than wheeze in a stilted breath when wet heat overwhelms everything else, something about the fact that Wolfwood's humming almost feels like it answers his own pulsing resonance enhancing the electric rush of pleasure. Tempted as he might be (if he could speak) to insist it's too much, it's not. It's not. It's just more than he's used to, more than he's experienced before, more than he possibly could have expected.

He wants to-- He doesn't know. Warn? He can feel it, like a coiled spring slowly unwinding, releasing one kind of tension in favor winding up another; the bud is opening under the wet heat and the idea of more, and it's just a spiral after that. The more the petals fill and part, open, the more he feels, the more his body responds, the more -- slick? nectar? -- he releases, and maybe that's something that could use a verbal warning, but being a little past the point of caring most certainly counts as successfully not thinking. He's opening, blooming, more soft-slick-sensitive surfaces to benefit from the attention, and he barely even hears the shaky moan coming from his own panting mouth.

He's got to-- Got to-- Vash moves, tips forward a little more, pays absolutely no mind to which hand is trying to support against the mattress and which is reaching. Just to touch, not to force, not to drive, though he can't be sure how hard he might be failing. He tries, tries, not to let any of Wolfwood's hair get caught in his prosthetic, because the joints fit tightly, it's perfectly engineered, but he can't tell what's happening when he's trying not to let his fingers clench down too hard but his hips are completely and absolutely a lost cause as they jump forward without rhythm, and he'll just have to apologize later.

And still, still, through hazy thoughts and slightly hazy vision, he attempts to keep an eye on Wolfwood, because saying he can hold his breath and being more durable than a standard run-of-the-mill human being are certainly pieces of knowledge that Vash has, but making sure they're all very true is another thing. And maybe... maybe... watching is really like its very own drug. Coveted. Wanted in ways and with a strength that he can only admit to himself behind a wall of not thinking at all.

Laughter is good. It feels like a thread of tension has broken, and like the occasional too-tight rubber band Nicholas wears around his wrists, its snap is liberating. A touch of adrenaline mingles with relief, spiraling through his reckoning, and it really is for the better that he is both on his back and held captive between strong thighs. Otherwise, with the fluttery feeling that vaults between his stomach and his ribcage, he might well float away.

Laughter spools out into a purring groan, though he cannot manage the same pitch and timbre of Vash's preternatural resonance. It does not stop him trying, low enough to vibrate - although that might just be the creak of the cheap mattress underneath them as they adjust, unmistakable with the intimate gravity he no longer resists rocking into. Once, twice, press-grind, abdomen cording, stark in the skew of pale linen. His ribs expand against the pressure of squeezing knees, still perfectly capable of breathing, of moving. He could topple them over, could rearrange their orientation with ease, but he does not. Instead he grips Vash's waist, kneading his thumbs over the changing textures of unbroken flesh and smooth-silvery scar over rippled strength. Fearless. Wondering.

Because of course he has wondered.

He can lie expertly to himself, but he cannot lie about this.

They have lived more or less in one another's skin for years now, one way or another. On the road, on Angelina, on transports, in tiny cramped rooms, in shared beds, out in the wilderness. Close proximity has become a source of comfort as much as it can spur irritation, bickering that has become something of a second (third, fourth) language, a sort of unspoken affection along with every excuse for casual touch. Stitching wounds, cleaning up after gunfights, tending hurts… they have seen one another in the nude.

Wolfwood has looked, curious but never daring to pursue or presume until now. Until this overt welcome. Clear signs. Signs even he cannot ignore, cannot help but answer, because they have pulled on a thread of want he could only imagine on lonely nights and with a scrap of stolen clothing, pining away between the pillars of guilt and longing.

Everything outside of this space has ceased to exist.

There is only this.

Steady, swift, he drops his hands to assist peeling leather away, flicking buckles open and pulling zippers to free Vash from his ridiculous gunslinger's attire. The notion of quick-release like Punisher's bindings comes to mind, flickering in and out, stashed for later.

Maybe.

When he looks down, when he arrests his own urge to flee, Vash finds Wolfwood staring.

Lips parted, rounded, kiss-swollen, as he observes, as he breathes slow and deep, scenting like a beast, tongue curled against the backs of his incisors. Too pink, the seam, but sheened, promising, enough to inspire a dull throb as his hips tic-twitch against nothing. The color rides high on his cheeks, and his eyes are blown so dark that his pupils swallow his irises.

He, too, must swallow.

Meeting eye contact with Vash flares heat lightning down his spine, an aching jolt, a pang of hunger. His nostrils flare.

And then without hesitation, without warning, he hooks his forearms under, grips buttocks, and pulls, leveraging the slippery coverlet and the breadth of his own torso to yank Vash toward his chest. Further. Closer. Gaze held, he tilts his face left and right, brushing the stubble of his jaw and cheeks to inner thighs. Closer, closer. Nearer. Kisses follow, methodical against old wounds and unblemished skin, against his own impatience. Nicholas endeavors to make it quite clear just where his destination lies.

A nuzzle to the crease of thigh and pelvis, the arch of his nose wedged in tight, inhale-exhale, humid and hot.

"I can hold my breath a long time," he thrums, low and carnal and utterly enamored, pressing a kiss to the pad below Vash's navel with another deep, deep inhale. "Do what comes natural."

A graze of teeth - gentle, gentle - before he cranes his neck and tips his chin, mouth blooming open to fit fearlessly over Vash's sex. Tongue curling zig-zag, stroking from seam to bud and back with a rush of saliva, he echoes their earlier mauling in slow-motion, all with an abiding hum.

[imagine-your-kh]

Would it be okay to get HC for Wayfinder trio + Vanitas, with a close female SO that wants/likes to tickle them (playfully so, not kink)?

Ventus :

He has no problem with it, it will make him laugh easily

But he will tickle you back !

Aqua :

She’s ticklish, like many others people

But she dislikes that and will avoid it

Terra :

He’s ticklish on the back of his knees and only there

He tells you he’s ticklish but he won’t tell you where… and so, let you search

But if you find his spot, he will tickle you back !

Vanitas :

His skin is insensitive at some part because of scars or just because of the training that turned his skin more thick

So you can try as much as you can, but he won’t react much

[smilingangel582]

Right right right! Also I accidently deleted someone's request for oshi no ko... I think they wanted to do one together with me hehe...

Sorry buddy pls send me another ask... I'm so clumsy! Teehee

Anyway, I'll write one as a sorry

Soooo watch Oshi no ko the new anime

Soooooo warning spoilers alert as always I saay!!!

Btw way have I ever told i aquamarine, and midnight blue are my fav colours geeeheee u know why I love him!

Ai always had to be cheerful around them. Aquamarine Hoshino, looked at his own childish form as he had been reborn as her child. He enjoyed it to such a great extent but then again, he had so many troubles with it despite his mentality being of an adult more older than Ai.

He watched his twin sister Ruby, the clingy otaku, who's more creepier than himself. Her side eyes showed rivalry and she had more affection as a girl. Not like Aqua desired any...

He began watching the room and rolling over like any baby, but then Ai lifted him up.

"Aww, my little Aqua is more grown up than me!!! Riiiight?" She teasingly giggled now spinning him around. He didn't find much thrill in it but then again her smile was alluring.

Ruby was alseep, so they were alone this time. Seeing how she was petting him and cuddling him, he felt anxious and had concerns for his mental rights. This could be harassment for his part, but in appearance is a motherly love.

Gaaah! God, why did you make me have memories now of all time! Aqua huffed now.

Ai pouted. "Are you upset, baby?"

Aqua widened his eyes realising a mistake he made, shaking his head he gave a smile and a grin that was childish enough.

"Aww so adorable, thats my Aqua, cuter than most boys!"

He blushed but then jumped at the tingling touch at his sides.

"Oh... ohh?" She teased more."Are we ticklish?"

It's strange how Gorou was actually ticklish in his previous life but somehow assumed he grew out of it, but it's been a while since he's been tickled like this.

He curled to her side to escape the touch, unintentionally being a child for his appearance.

"Well, Ruby has her laughter and bubbly joy despite not being ticklish, but I guess it's luck that you..." she poked his belly again "happened to be sensitive... rwaaar! Tickle monster's attack!"

Mostly, Aqua's squeals and laughter made Ruby open her eyes from her nap. Speaking of Ruby, Aqua was bewildered that someone of her personality was not in the slightest ticklish!

"Mahaha... hahaha, maa..." he was embarrassed by that unwilling sound he said to call her. She was more joyed by it and buried her nose into his belly again "kawaiii (cutee) kawaiii needed Aquaaaa chaan!"

Aqua noticed how Ruby was snickering at him but then Ai picked her up too who was clueless to why she wasn't ticklish.

Disappointed by that Ai's purple eyes glimmering softly "Aaah seems Aqua inherited Ruby's ticklishness as well... which is why he's this sensitive"

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy that, oni chan!" Ruby giggled making Aqua uneasy as he was constantly being picked on by his little sister from then on.

At least he made Ai smile...

That's what's worth of all this humiliation.

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Get Out

A/N - Here is some Hardenshipping. Hope you all enjoy! Love you all.

Word Count: 923

           Why the hell didn’t he lock his office door? He had been sure he had, but somehow this brute had managed to get in and see him in this stupid situation. It would have been fine if it had been Courtney or Tabitha, but not Archie. Hell, who even let him in here? There base was supposed to be Team Aqua proof, but someone let this bumbling asshole in without his permission. Again.

           “Maxie, my boy!” Archie had announced with his louder than life voice, throwing the steel door open as if it was only made of toothpicks. The burly man froze in the doorway when he saw the predicament Maxie had found himself in, having been stuck here for about ten minutes already. He was now dumbfounded, though a wild grin formed, the largest Maxie had ever seen from the pirate.

           “Leave,” Maxie tried to sound imposing, but his voice was shaky and tired, no malice found.

           “This is the cutest shit I have ever seen in my life, Maxie! How can I just leave?” Archie exclaimed, slamming the door shut, then jumped on top of Maxie’s desk so he could get a better vantage point. Maxie’s face had already been red before the man had walked in, but it was now a deep crimson, nearly matching his uniform.

           “I hate all of you,” Maxie groaned. By all of you, he did not only mean Archie. All of you included his Camerupt and Mightyena, which were the perpetrators of this whole scene. They started it, mostly Camerupt, but Mightyena was equally guilty in this situation. Frankly, it was a moment of weakness for Maxie, his guard had been down, but he was not expecting his own pokemon to conspire against him.

           It was feeding time, and Maxie was late to the bowls. Five and a half minutes late, to be exact. Camerupt had a schedule to uphold, one that he knew Maxie also tried to follow to the second. However, the man had been busying himself with more work than usual, the papers that filled his cabinets had filled exponentially in the last few days, thus, making him late for lunch. This just could not do, the Camerupt had thought. Not only was his beloved trainer late, but he was also stressed. Well, more stressed than usual. The man was always stressed, he had been this way since he was born.

           “What are you doing?” Maxie took a step back as his Camerupt pushed into him, more force than normal. His Mightyena understood the plan and began to help Camerupt, successfully pulling the lanky man to the floor. Once he hit the ground, they both struck. Camperupt nuzzled up his trainer’s jacket, forcing its face beneath his shirt to rub his fluffy face along Maxie’s belly. Mightyena was at his trainer’s head, licking his neck and ears and face, being as affectionate as possible.

           Maxie’s hysterical laughter was what Archie walked in on, the poor man thrashing on the floor, but could not escape the onslaught. Camerupt had him pinned down pretty good, its sturdy legs trapping Maxie’s legs together with very little wiggle room. Mightyena would paw at Maxie’s shoulders his he was struggling too much, thought the poor pokemon also didn’t want his owner to hurt himself.  

           “I had no idea you were ticklish, Max,” Archie cooed, resting his chin on his fist, smiling down at the Magma leader.

           “Shut up,” Maxie tried to say, though his giggles were too intense for the words to form properly. As it was getting harder for him to breathe, he tapped the floor and weakly said, “Enough.”

           Both pokemon obeyed immediately, withdrawing to behind the desk, behind Archie, to hide from their owner. It took a minute or so before Maxie could catch his breath enough to stand, but when he finally did, he met Archie’s playfully devious eyes.

           “You’re cute when you’re laughing, Maxie,” Archie hummed, leaning back on the desk, both hands flat on the desk to support himself.

           “Leave my office.”

           “What? You afraid I’m gonna do that to you?” The pirate growled, lifting an arm up to wiggle his fingers in Maxie’s face. The man glared, unflinching as he readjusted his glasses.

           “Get out of my secret base,” Maxie blinked, growing bored of Archie’s presence, hoping his malice hid his embarrassment well enough. “I have work to do. Now, get out.”

           “Hmmph,” Archie slipped off the desk and stood in front of Maxie, much bigger than him, but Maxie’s stare was harsh. “Fine, I’ll be back tomorrow to test some more things about you, Max.”

           “If that gets you out of my office now, then fine,” Maxie scoffed, his heart beating rapidly, though his face was cool and flat. With a smile, Archie walked out with a short wave. Once the door slammed shut, Maxie collapsed into his office chair and glared at his two pokemon.

           Mightyena whimpered a bit, though Camerupt just threw his head around, clearly happy about his accomplishments for the day.

           “Don’t do that again while Archie is here and we’re fine, okay?” Maxie said to the two of them. “We can play again like that later, it was fun. But I’ve got work to do.”

           Both pokemon nodded, then happily wagged their tails as Maxie opened a desk drawer, tossing a handful of berries their way.

           “Though, with Archie here tomorrow…” Maxie stared down at his two pokemon, gleefully eating their favorite snack. “Let’s see if Archie can take what you two can dish.”

[ellitx]

Stay With Me | Venti x Reader

anon asked: you said venti fluff but it is partly an angst. i really love the whole idea of mortal x immortal SO reader and venti are having a discussion about their future and how venti will cope with a loss of another important person and reader soothes him? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

 word count: 1.2k

              “Venti...?”

            Your soft voice echoed in his ears as he hummed on your shoulder to let you know he’s listening. Both of you were currently in Windrise enjoying the breeze brushed against your skin. It was indeed peaceful as there were no disturbances coming to ruin it. 

         It was fortunate that there were no signs of hilichurls or slimes lurking in this area. Only the sight of butterflies and cranes idling around greeted you.

            But it made you wonder what’s the sudden call for you. You noticed he’s been more clingy than ever, abruptly hugging you from behind when you went here and then attacking your face with loving kisses as he pulled you down to sit on his lap.

            Now here you are, shaking from the embarrassment that he’s nibbling the tip of your ear. You felt his teeth grazed on your skin making you shiver as you closed your eyes shut and gently pushed him to give space between the two of you. 

            Your breathing was quivering at his enticing love for you. He has never done that to you before so it was a shock and startling to see him give you this kind of affection. You already know how flushed your face was just by observing his attentive gaze on you. He didn’t point it out though. He just only smiled and said,

            “You’re so cute.”

            Your blush seared through your cheeks and for a minute you thought your face was on fire. You suddenly felt awkward, demure, and coy; even going as far as attempting to hide your rosy features behind your fingers.

            Your head quirked when you felt his hand touching your back as he dragged you to him once more. He took your hand and brought it to his lips, giving each tip of your fingers a kiss and now moving to your knuckles doing the same.

            The kisses were soft yet had a hint of sensuality on it. Maybe it was just your mind tricking you? Or perhaps it was the heat of the sun? You don’t even know because of your head going blank precipitously at his closeness.

            Ah, his eyes were so beautiful. You could feel already getting lost in those deep aqua-colored eyes of his. It’s like the colors of the sea, so clean and bright that you could watch and admire it endlessly.

            “[Name]?” He called out to you, snapping you out from your trance. You then blinked several times before letting your optics met with his.

            “H-huh…?”

            “Sorry, was it too much for you?” His dark eyebrows crinkled together as he asked. You averted your stare from him and shook your head slowly, biting your lip from timidity that he caught you staring.

              He sighed in relief and laid his head on your shoulder, fiddling with the light teal feather accessory on your hair he gave to you. You peered at him and watched his fingers play with your [hair color] tresses in between his thumb and index finger. 

            Your mouth parted and hesitantly inquired, “It’s bothering you again, is it?” Venti’s digits halted before nodding slowly as his response. You carefully turned around and threw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him close to you, and kissed his head.

            He took in your sweet scent when he shut his eyes and hugged you tighter. Your hand reached to his head to put down his beret on the soft grass, and dug your fingers through it, making his tense shoulder relax and enjoy the feeling of your fingers running on his scalp.

            You slide your finger over his cheek and brought your lips on it to kiss him. His face softened and smiled before placing his hands gently on the sides of your face as he brushed his lips with yours.

            He ran his fingertips over your forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your heart fluttered like a hummingbird at his sincere but hasty kisses making you knot your fingers in his dark locks and melt against his body.

            Venti parted from you and inched closer, feeling his hands encircling with yours. You looked up at him and his eyes were already glued to yours. You took notice of the lonely and needy look he had on him.

            You caressed his cheek and stroked down his back in comfort.

            “I’m still here.” You softly mumbled on his lips.

            “I know. I… I’m just scared.” His hold on your hip had more pressure than before. He eyed your hair accessory again and reminded himself you’re not leaving. Your touches helped him forgot the sorrowful pain in his heart and just lose himself to you.

            “You won’t leave me, right?”

            “Of course not. I’ll always be with you, Venti.” You gave him a short peck on his cheek and grasp his hand firmly but tenderly. He hummed at your words and carefully pushed you down on the soft grass as he rested his body on top of yours. 

            He intertwined your legs together as he laid his head on your chest, listening to the calming beat of your heart. He noticed your hair ornament glowed for a second, making his lips tugged upwards. 

         You won't certainly leave him, right? Even if the lifespan of a mortal being is so short compared to his, he wished so badly to let you live longer and be with you forever. He traced the lines of the soft feather and watched it faintly glow when it made contact with his finger. 

            You arched an eyebrow at him, wondering what he was doing. You were curious about it. It was a gift from him after all, and there were many surprises he did with that accessory just by the slightest of his touch.  Maybe he was just restoring the anemo powers within it? Whatever it was, you let him do as he pleased. 

            You felt a strange yet soothing aura within you and didn’t notice how Venti had already buried his face on your neck until he started peppering it with soft kisses. A small giggle slipped from your lips at the ticklish sensation and placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

            He expected you to pull him away but much to his surprise, you only brought him closer and played with his hair.

            He was tempted to mark you, needless to say. But he refrained himself from doing so considering the fact both of you were outside and he doesn’t want you to pass out from his shameless acts.

            He placed his hands between your head trapping you as his small frame hovered over you. You owlishly blinked at him and nervously gulped. You don’t know what’s going on, but it sure did make you jittery and timid because of his intense look he had on you.

            Your willingness to be vulnerable indeed won his heart, but he won’t entirely dominate you. It’s contrasting against his belief in freedom, though it made his heart tugged of how you’re so willing towards him.

            He loves you so much he can’t bring himself to the thought of losing you. He remembered your many acts of thoughtfulness that made him fell head over heels for you. He looked adoringly at you and brought his face close, bringing in another kiss; getting rid of the sad thoughts, and just enjoyed the accompany of your presence.

            He’ll be willing to spend his life with you eternally if there are no other choices but this.

 i think my writing went too far from the context given by the anon... i-i'm sorry

 ​​​​​​​ive made an alternative angst ending for this hehe

[the-himawari]

A3! Chigasaki Itaru - Translation [SR] Banquet of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: The talk show wrapped up without a hitch. Great job, everyone.

Chikage: Good work.

Itaru: Senpai, please add me as a friend later.

Masumi: He still won’t let that go?

Chikage: Well, I’ll think about it.

Itaru: That’s a promise. I heard it, alright?

Izumi: (These three are the same as always.)

Itaru: Alright then, I gotta get home quickly and grind the event. First, I’ll go change…

Izumi: Ah, Itaru-san. You still have your polaroid to take, so please wait!

Itaru: Polaroid? Ahh, the present project that Sakyo-san was talking about? Got it. We can take it on the stage, right?

Izumi: Yeah! Alright, then without further ado~.

*click*

Izumi: …Yep, it’s perfect!

Masumi: He looks shady as hell.

Chikage: Perhaps you should consider your age a little more.

Itaru: They really just say whatever they want, don’t they? How can they treat me like this?

Izumi: Ahahaha…

-pause-

Izumi: …? (What a beautiful forest… Just where in the world is this?) I’ll head forward for now… huh…) (EH!? I’m floating…!? Also, my body shrunk!)

Monster: Grrrrr…

Izumi: !? (A monster!? And he’s coming right at me…!)

Monster: GWAHH!

Izumi: (I’m done for—!)

???: AQUA SWORD!

*slash*

Izumi: …!

???: Gwen!

Izumi: Eh? (By Gwen, could he mean from KniRoun…?) (Which means that person is Lancelot… and I’m Gwen?) (I’ll just go with the flow for now.)

Lancelot: You’re not hurt, are you?

Izumi: N-no. I’m alright. Thank you very much.

Lancelot: Thank goodness… If something happened to you, Gwen, then I’d…

Izumi: Lancelot…

Lancelot: …Gwen, you’re really precious to me. I’ll never let you go again, Gwen.

Izumi: —.

-pause-

Izumi: —! (A dream…?) That was a pretty strange dream… I see, I dozed off in the middle of my task. I still have some work left, so I’ll brew some tea…

-pause-

Izumi: Huh, Itaru-san?

Itaru: Director-san? You’re still awake?

Izumi: I was in the middle of doing work, so I came to make some tea to keep myself awake.

Itaru: I also just came since I thought I’d procure some onigiri as a midnight snack.

Izumi: You don’t let go of your phone even when you're heating up the onigiri, huh?

Itaru: That’s right.

Option 1: “I’ll make tea”

Izumi: I’ll make enough tea for you too, Itaru-san.

Itaru: Are you sure? Thanks. I wanted to go back to my room and eat these once they were warmed up. But if you’re here, then maybe I’ll eat here too? I have a couple onigiri, so you can have half.

Izumi: Are you sure? Okay, I’ll have some then. But weren’t you in the middle of your game?

Itaru: Well, yeah. But once I clear this part, it’s chill. …I’d like to kick back and relax with with you. In other words, this is my friendly midnight snack time with Director-san.

Izumi: Ahaha. Midnight snack time, huh?

Option 2: “In my dream, Lancelot…”

Izumi: Actually, I dozed off earlier and in my dream, Lancelot appeared.

Itaru: Say whaaat—I’m jelly. I wanna see him too. …I wonder if I’ll be able to see him if I sleep together with Director-san?

Izumi: Uh, no, there’s no way that’s going to happen! I’m pretty sure I had that sort of dream since I saw you in your Lancelot getup.

Itaru: Eh? …So you’re telling me the Lancelot in your dream looked like me and not the one from the game?

Izumi: Yeah.

Itaru: I see. …It's a weird feeling, like I feel happy and ticklish. But I guess it's safe to think that I've become a memorable enough Lancelot for people to dream about.

Izumi: Fufu, that’s right.

Itaru: Thanks. I'll do my best to become an even cooler Lancelot if I get the chance to play him again.

Izumi: Speaking of which, did you get the reward Lancelot you were playing for?

Itaru: I’ve already gotten enough for the points bonus. Here’s the boy.

Izumi: Oh, you did. Heh… he looks amazing.

Itaru: I know, right? Wanna start the KniRoun social game too, Director-san? I’ll send you the invite code. Of course I’ll thoroughly teach you how to play. Now then, welcome to KniRoun mania.

Izumi: I feel like there’d be no turning back, so I’ll have to pass!

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