#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.

[orangeheliophile]

Babysitting

(Bakugou Katsuki x reader)

You offered to babysit triplets for a friend, but Katsuki wants your attention, and he wants it now. So it turns out you have to babysit four demons who are filled with attitude and chaos.

Warnings: Bakugou. Cursing, slightly suggestive?

Contains: Crack, fluff, mentions of marriage and having kids, Third year! Bakugou, reader is silly, and Bakugou is a ridiculous boyfriend. Mild making out, chaotic triplets, Bakugou is petty but clingy with reader.

"C'mon, handsome. It's time to let go."

Currently, your boyfriend, Katsuki, is clinging to you like a koala. Literally.

He has his legs wrapped around your waist, and his arms circled around your shoulders. His face is stuffed into your neck, while his fluffy spiky hair is shoved into your face. You would find him cute if you didn't have to leave in ten minutes.

A deep sigh leaves you, not being able to walk with your 5'11 boyfriend wrapped around you like a baby. Not to mention that he has stupidly big muscles everywhere, making him kinda heavy to carry.

Your hand playfully reaches to poke his cheek, to which he huffs in response and nuzzles his face into your neck. The action makes you flinch, as you're ticklish, so your boyfriend is basically torturing you.

"B-Babe! Stop!-"

The blonde scoffs, squeezing his arms and legs around you while pressing wet kisses onto the exposed skin on your shoulder. The sensation is ticklish, making you shiver as you feel your face heat up. Yeah, he's not getting off any time soon.

With a sigh, you place your hands under his thighs, hoisting him up as a surprised grunt leaves his lips. You hold him securely, rolling your eyes when his grip tightens and his head peeks at you with a 'you better not drop me or I'll kill you' look. Nonetheless, you carry him like a baby! He is a baby. Your stupidly ridiculous, heavy, grumpy, handsome baby.

Taking the first few steps is difficult, but you manage to waddle to your desk while carrying Katsuki with you. What does his mother feed him?! You extend your hand to grab your bag, struggling to do so as little grunts leave your lips. Katsuki rolls his eyes, unwrapping one of his legs around you to kick your bag farther away from you. Your eyes twitches in irritation, shooting him a glare as the blonde snickers and buries his face in your chest.

"I should abandon you in an alleyway."

"I'll fucking duct tape myself to your hip."

You sigh disappointingly, shaking your head to which your boyfriend hates. So the bastard licks your face like a dog instead.

You yelp, face scrunching as you drop your boyfriend onto the cold, harsh floor. Katsuki grunts loudly, rubbing his lower back while shooting you a lazy glare. "The fuck was that for?!" He grumbles.

You stare down blankly at your boyfriend, grabbing your bag forcefully as you lightly kick his rib while walking over him as if he's a rug. The blonde scowls, turning onto his stomach while grabbing your ankle with both hands, making you drag him across the floor.

Katsuki whines dramatically, his face sliding against the floor as you try to shake the heavy and bulky man off of you. "Quit trying to abandon me! Where the hell do you have to go anyway?!" He shouts, wrapping his arm around your leg so it makes you harder for you to leave him.

With a struggle and a few kicks towards him, you manage to grab the doorknob, a determined smile on your face as you glance down at your angry gremlin smugly.

"I'm going to babysit. And if you don't let me go, I'm taking you with me!"

Yeah, he's starting to regret acting like a fucking toddler.

Currently, you're handling three little children who are the reincarnation of tiny demons. But no, their just sweet little angels in your eyes.

Katsuki is worried that you're blind.

He's slumped onto the aqua colored sofa, arms crossed with a scowl on his face when one of the kids keeps clinging onto your hips while whining like a toddler. That's his fucking job.

One of the triplets, a girl named Aimi, is standing in front of Katsuki shyly. The blonde glances down at the small child from the corner of his eye. The young girl flinches, blush creeping up her cheeks as she tilts her head away with her hands behind her back.

Katsuki raises his eyebrow, huffing with a roll of his eyes before grumbling loudly. "What do ya want?" The girl smiles cutely in response, twirling side to side as she reveals the plastic princess tiara from behind.

No. Absolutely, no.

Katsuki's eyes widen, a scowl leaving his lips as he sits up straight on the couch. "There is no way in hell!-" You send a glare at him, having the other two children clinging onto you as you open their bags of veggies. Katsuki shuts up. He somewhat fears your wrath. That, he will admit.

With an exaggerated groan, Katsuki rubs his face with his hands, having a deadpanned expression while sending a glare to the little girl in front of him. "Fine! But don't you dare to that makeup crap with me!" Aimi gasps happily, having a wide smile as she grabs the blondes' hand and drags him to the small table.

The other two boys, Haruto and Dai, are clinging onto you like Koalas. One of them is wrapped around you like a backpack, while the other is sticking onto your legs. The two boys snicker seeing Katsuki having to participate in a tea party with the most dreaded look on his face.

You glance at the scene, unable to hide your laughter at the sights of your boyfriend wearing a pink tiara while barely being able to fit on the small plastic seat. The blonde snaps his head towards you, having an angry pout on his lips as his face turns a shade of bubblegum pink of embarrassment.

"Quit laughing at me!"

You snicker, giving a cheeky smile to your boyfriend as you place the veggie snacks onto the plastic table. "It's time to eat your veggies, Aimi." You smile, patting the girls head as she giggles in response. You glance at Katsuki slyly, a smug look in your eyes as you pass the plate of chopped up carrots and green beans to him. "You too, Kats."

The blonde glares at you, muttering under his breath as he takes the plate harshly and chomps onto the snack. The triplets giggle at the aggressive boys' misery, as Haruto sticks his tongue out at Katsuki while Dai clings onto you tighter.

Katsuki sends a glare to the boys, making them flinch as they hide behind you. Haruto, who has grown attached to you since you've arrived, hid his face into your neck as you carried him. This ticks your boyfriend off. Because he's the one who should be clinging onto you. His face should be stuffed into your neck! And he's supposed to be the one who's getting your God damn attention!

And you know this, because you send him a knowing smile while rubbing Harutos' hair. And Katsuki's jaw drops while his eye twitches.

That's the last fucking straw.

Katsuki huffs, and puffs, his lips pouty and his eyes filled with pettiness anger. The triplets look at him in concern, thinking he's about to explode when he- drops onto the floor.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his pettiness as he curls into a ball with his back facing you.

The triplets merely blink and shrug their shoulders.

Aimi walks over to the spiky haired blonde, poking his shoulder as she sighs and shakes her head. "Well, he's dead." She says, taking off her plastic tiara to put on her doctor coat. The boys grin, knowing what their sister is about to do as they hop down and grab the toy shovel and the fake surgical tools.

Your eyes widen in amusement, hiding your laughter with your hand as you sit down on the couch and watch them play with torture your boyfriend. Aimi kicks his leg with her foot, as the blonde doesn't respond at all and plays dead.

Haruto sneaks up from behind, peering down on your boyfriend as he scrunches his face in disapproval. He grabs the plastic shovel, thinking that he's going to pretend digging up the dirt, but instead, he smacks it onto Katsuki's head. Repeatedly. Just to make sure he's dead!

You laugh, watching the boy beat up your 'dead' boyfriend while Dai fake sniffles and Aimi throws flower toys onto Katsuki. You decide to play along, grabbing a kid-sized blanket and getting up from your spot. You make your way towards the triplets, tossing the blanket onto Katsuki as the blonde harshly grabs it and wraps it around himself.

"So dramatic." You sigh, rolling your eyes while chuckling when you hear a quiet growl leave your buried boyfriend.

You crouch down next to Haruto, whispering in the little boys' ear as a big smile grows on his face and nods happily. Haruto goes to tell his other siblings, whispering to each other as they snicker in agreement. Your eyes wander to Katsuki, poking your finger to his back to which he tenses up, yet doesn't respond. You huff, cheeks puffed out as you slowly make motions with your finger on his back. This soothes your boyfriend, watching him relax as he scoots closer to your touch.

Suddenly, he rolls towards your direction, hooking his arms under your knees as you yelp in surprise when he flips you both over. The blonde bastard sighs in content, snuggling his face into the plush of your thighs while wrapping his legs around your calfs. You deadpan, propped up on your elbows as you watch your boyfriend curl into your body. So immature.

The triplets stare at you both, Aimi giggling and fawning over your romance while Dai rubs his head in confusion. Haruto has his cheeks puffed out adorably angrily, crossing his arms with a huff as he glares at the blonde laying on your lap. Katsuki opens his eye, giving a smug smirk towards the younger boy while grabbing your hand and kissing it repeatedly.

You roll your eyes, hearing a dramatic gasp leave Haruto as the little boys' jaw drops in betrayal. "Y/n! Why is he kissing your hand? You said I was the one who could marry you!" The boy whines. Katsuki freezes, looking at you with wide eyes as you tense and gulp. You laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck while trying to create a distance between you and your boyfriend. "I can explain-"

"YOU SAID WHAT?!"

Katsuki sits up, eye twitching as he has his hands on either side of you. You blink, accidentally making eye contact with him as you can see the jealousy in his fiery gaze.

And at this moment, you realized it's time to leave.

You shove your boyfriend off, enough to get out of his grasp as you scramble onto your feet and start to run away. Katsuki scowls, pouting angrily as the thought of you agreeing to marry someone else infuriates him. Even if it was just to make sure a kid wasn't crying!

You race towards the couch, leaping onto the other side in order to escape your feral pomeranian haired lover. It doesn't work.

Katsuki chases after you, the triplets squealing and laughing as they watch his jump to the other side and land in front of you. You squeal, trying to get away, but the blonde scowls and scoops you up in his beefy arms. He sits criss crossed, making you sit on his lap while his arms are wrapped around your shins in order to keep you still. Your arms are pinned to your sides, making you unable to move as he huffs and presses kisses to your head.

Whining, you squirm in his grasp, wanting to get away, to which he grunts in disapproval. "Quit doin' that shit." He grumbles, squeezing you three times as a silent signal for 'I love you.'

Your heart softens at the gesture, starting to relax in his embrace as he sighs in content.

In his mind, this is where you should be. In his arms, showing each other affection and certainly not agreeing to marry anyone else.

But the triplets have other plans in mind.

The three look towards the couch curiously, knowing you both are sitting behind it as Haruto pouts and curls into a ball on the floor. Dai shakes his head disappointingly at his brother, patting Haruto's head as the other boy fake sobs.

Aimi looks towards her Haruto, getting an idea as she grins and runs over to shake her brothers shoulders. The little girl starts to whisper her plan, the other two listening in as they quickly nod in agreement.

Small feet pat against the floorboards, and the three of them scramble to where you two are sitting, all of them having eager smiles on their faces as they go behind the couch to tell you their great idea.

But they stop when they see Katsuki making out with you. On purpose. With the kissing noises and everything.

You're pressed against the wall, arm draped over his shoulder as your hand is pressed firmly against his chest, face red and too flustered to notice the triplets staring at you both in horror.

Katsuki opens his eye, having a smug glint as he smirks into the kiss while looking at the three, especially Haruto. He thinks he's so funny when he makes the kissy noises and roams his hands around your back.

Yeah, the triplets have seen enough.

Aimi squeals dramatically, covering her face with her hands in order to keep some of her purity. Dai gags, bending over as he scrunches his face in disgust when he sees Katsuki lick your mouth. Haruto, on the other hand, has had enough. As he stomps his way towards you both but Katsuki is quicker to react, placing his big hand on Haruto's face as the younger boy scowls and complains.

You're kinda getting embarrassed, so you attempt to pull away from Katsuki's lip lock, but he doesn't want to let you. He's having too much fun traumatizing the kids!

Whining, you place one of your hands on his neck, the other on his chest as you pull him away from you and try to squirm away. "My job is to babysit! Not to traumatize little kids!" You yell, slapping your boyfriends' head while he snickers.

"Oh really? Because that sounds like my job, peach-"

"NOT THE NICKNAME!!"

With a hard smack to the head, Katsuki releases you, groaning in pain as he holds his head in his hands and falls back onto the floor. The blonde scowls, trying to trap you with his legs, but you're quicker to escape his leg lock.

Haruto snickers at the blondes' pain, rushing towards you as he clings onto your side. The younger boy wraps his arms around your neck, whispering in your ear as you listen attentively. You grin, patting the childs' head as you turn and deadpan to your boyfriend.

"Time out, Katsuki. Go to the corner."

His jaw drops in offense, making a silly scrunched up face as Aimi and Dai giggle. "What do you mean 'time out'?! I'm your boyfriend!-" He gasps dramatically when you scoff and cross your arms. You stand on your feet, picking up Aimi as you both point to a corner behind the play room area. Right behind the toy kitchen.

Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes as he stands and stomps to the corner dramatically, making the kids giggle of how dramatic and funny he is. You snicker, a smile on your face as you wonder if he's doing this on purpose. Could it be he wants to entertain the triplets?...

With a dramatic groan, Katsuki slumps onto the floor, facing the corner while hugging his knees. The triplets snicker, as Katsuki whines exaggerated and starts to complain. "This is so boring. Can't I do something else?" You grin, shaking your head while crossing your arms. "Nope." You reply, making sure to pop the 'p' as your blonde groans out loud.

You huff out a laugh, holding onto your stomach when Katsuki starts to whine and complain that he's so hungry. The triplets laugh along with you, and little do you know that Katsuki has a small smile on his face when he sees a glimpse of your precious, beautiful smile. Mission accomplished.

"Geez, I'm hungry. I could sure as hell go for some..." Katsuki pauses, turning his head to the side as he gives you a mischievous grin while wiggling his eyebrows. "... Peaches."

Your smile slowly falls, the wires going on on your brain as your eyes widen in horror at the realization. Katsuki chuckles darkly, taking a knee as he presses his fingertips onto the wooden floor. Gulping, you take a few steps back, as Katsuki sits up. "Katsuki, no." Your boyfriend smirks, taking a step closer while staying low to the ground. "Katsuki, yes."

You try to run away, but it's too late.

Katsuki leaps towards you, making you squeal dramatically as he scoops you up in his arms and carries you like a baby. You burst out in laughter, feeling your boyfriend slightly lift up your shirt as he blows raspberries onto your stomach. The triplets squeal and laugh, finding you both entertaining as Katsuki pretends to 'eat' you.

"Dang, who knew you were so delicious, peach?" Katsuki teases, lifting you up bridal style while burying his face in the plush of your stomach. You cackle, kicking your feet as you try to avoid his endless torture. "Hah!- Wait!- I c-can't-" You're unable to speak, giggling and laughing as your boyfriend twirls you around in his arms.

He snickers, peering towards you as his cherry red eyes hold a certain emotion in them, adoration. It's hard to miss with how much his pupils are dilated.

Dai laughs, wanting to help you as he tackles Katsuki's leg and clings to it. The blonde yelps in surprise, a smirk growing on his face as Aimi soon joins after. "Hey! Knock it off, yoy little brats!" The kids giggle, Dai sticks his tongue out while Aimi laughs and shakes her head. "We're not brats!" She retorts, stomping her foot while clinging onto Katsuki's other leg.

Your pomeranian haired lover raises his eyebrow, a playful smile on his face as he squeezes you in his arms, making you giggle. "Oh really? You sure about that? Could've sworn there were some little monsters bothering me earlier."

Aimi squeals, smiling and giggling while Dai puffs his cheeks out and pouts. Haruto huffs, standing on the top of the couch unknown to Katsuki. The boy smirks mischievously, extending his arms out as he jumps onto Katsuki's back.

The blonde grunts, playfully glaring at the younger boy as Haruto snickers and clings onto Katsuki's back like a koala.

Right now, Katsuki has his hands full. Yet it doesn't seem so bad. The kids are having a fun time, and you're happily in his arms while smiling. And although Katsuki would never admit it, it starts to make him wonder. Is this what having a family with you would be like? If it is, he isn't entirely against the idea of having a billion brats running around the house.

"I want ice cream!"

"Hey, me too!"

"Y/n! Y/ns' boyfriend! Can we get ice cream!?"

Yeah, maybe he should think about it first.

Years later, you and your husband Katsuki are sitting on a bench at the park.

It's a warm, sunny day, filled with laughter and joy as your children are having fun on the playground. You both are the top pro heroes, having saved many lives and living in a big house for your growing family.

Katsuki has his arm wrapped around you, wearing casual clothes as he places his warm hand on your baby bump. You're pregnant for the sixth time. Like I said, you've been busy.

You smile at him, playing with his fluffy hair as it has grown longer, similar to his mother's. He sighs in content, nuzzling his head against yours while practically having you pressed up against him. He would prefer having you on his lap, but then your kids would want to go on a dogpile. And he doesn't want that since you're pregnant, and he's always way more clingy and protective when you are. He basically suffocates you way more than usual.

You gaze at the scenery, and the bright blue sky is beautifully paired with the vibrant flowers and grass. The sun makes everything seem brighter, and he thinks it makes you look radiant under its golden rays.

"So, do you think that babysitting all of those years ago prepared you for this?" You tease, a smile on your lips while you point to your many kids playing on the park. Your husband huffs out a laugh, a toothy grin showing as he presses kisses to your forehead. "Probably. If it wasn't for my clingy ass, I might not have thought that kids could be fun little monsters." He responds, his voice deeper and more husky as the years had gone by.

You nod in agreement, laying your head on his shoulder while tracing circles on his thigh, another one of the many gestures of affection you both share. "Aimi says she can babysit for the twins on Friday and that Dai has some free time to hang out with the triplets for the weekend." You smile, finding it amusing how the kids you used to help babysit for are now babysitting your own children.

Katsuki hums, bumping his nose against your cheek while rubbing your baby bump affectionately. "Ya know, they might need to make more time to babysit if we keep having kids." He smirks, giving you a mischievous look as you snort and shake your head.

"We only keep having kids because you lack self-control."

"It's not my fault, mamas. You're too irresistible-"

You blush, snickering at your husbands' flirting as Katsuki smirks in victory. He laughs a bit, pulling you closer so you're practically sitting on his lap. Placing your hand on top of his, you play with his fingers, turning your head to kiss his cheek to which he blushes in response. Even after all of these years, you both manage to fluster one another.

"You know, Haruto could help me take care of our younger kids while you take our teens to UA." Your husband scoffs, raising his eyebrow as you snort at his pettiness. "Yeah, right. We both know how the little bastard kept trying to steal ya from me all those years ago." He pouts, making you coo and caress his cheek lovingly.

"Oh, don't be such a grump. Haruto's grown up, and I'm sure it was just an admiration or something." You reply, finding it amusing how protective your husband can be. Even if it's been about 15 years.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, about to complain more, but stops when you scratch his stubble with his fingers. His eyes flutter, drowning in the sensation as he leans his cheek into your palm, urging you to continue while placing your hand into his hair to play with. You giggle, smiling while playing with the fluffiness of his spiky hair as he imitates a cat purring with a lazy grin on his face.

"You're adorable when you're grumpy." You say, letting out a squeal when he blows raspberries at your face. You burst into laughter, shoving his face away much to his disapproval, making him bring you closer so you're now chest to chest. You giggle, feeling him rub his cheek against your face while having his arms wrapped around you.

Katsuki huffs, rubbing your baby bump as the baby kicks against his hand, making him smile as you gasp in delight.

"She loves you!"

"Of course she does. Why wouldn't she?"

You shrug your shoulders, looking down at your baby bump as you whisper to him loudly. "She says that you sweat too much when we cuddle." He scrunches his nose, jabbing his fingers into your hips which makes you giggle and squeal.

"Hah? Is that so? Are you sure this is our baby talking and not you?" He deadpans. You nod proudly, pinching his cheeks so his teeth bare at you. "Yeah, she told me that. She also says that you're bad at flirting-"

Katsuki gasps dramatically, putting a hand on his heart as you laugh at his fake betrayal. You roll your eyes, a happy smile on your face as you kiss him all over his face as an apology. Your blonde hums in satisfaction, holding you tightly in his arms as his cherry red eyes gaze right into yours.

He leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear while his cherry red eyes stare intensely into yours. Your heart skips a beat, feeling his warm breath against your face as his hand squeezes your hips three times.

"I love you." He whispers, peppering kisses onto the side of your face as you smile and blush. A giggle escapes you. The fact that your husband is just Bakugou Katsuki makes you feel like a schoolgirl again. "I love you more, baby."

The blonde scrunches his face, getting up in your personal space as his face is pressed up right in front of yours.

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh, uh!"

In order to shut him up, you cup his face, to which he responds by smashing his lips onto yours.

You may have one this round, but he'll definitely win the next one. Do you know why?

Because he's Bakugou Katsuki. And he loves you. But he's definitely not babysitting some of his kids. They're too crazy and feral. Even for him.

I am currently working on a request for @real-hot-grl-shi, so this is a little treat for the meantime! I'm always happy to write fics for you guys if you have any requests! Sorry if it's bad, btw.

[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.

[verumheart-a]

@modernpriestess || from (here)

   It had been a nice moment, simply laying in the grass and enjoying the gentle breeze; it felt like it had been ages since the Master had last been able to relax like that. The last time she could actually remember doing such a thing, was just days before the Mark of Mastery Exam.

  Just as Aqua began to wonder how long ago that really had been, she was snapped out of her thoughts by a slight ticklish feeling on her stomach. A hand came up to cover her mouth, as if that would make her blush go away and take back the giggle that had escaped her lips.

  Kairi was oddly excited about the discovery of Aqua being ticklish, and really, it was kind of cute, but the Master hastily scooted herself backwards as the other reached out to try and seriously tickle her this time.

   “Th-that wasn’t enough for you?” The other girl was so happy, and Aqua struggled to tell her no, never wanting to upset her and make that precious smile fade, but the embarrassment she felt over the severity of her own ticklishness won out. 

[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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