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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years ago

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Jackpot

[MHA - Kaminari, Sero, Bakugou]

summary: Bakugou is in a bitch mood and doesn’t want to socialize with anyone, especially not any of his idiotic classmates. Kaminari and Sero don’t exactly get the hint, and they end up finding a way to cheer up their grumpy friend. (platonic KamiSeroBaku fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.8 k

a/n: school has been such a bitch BUT i just finished one of my ap exams so i wanted to indulge myself and all yall nice people out there :) it’s another ticklish baku fic, and i wish i could say i’m sorry but i’m really not lmfao hope you enjoy everyone!

It was a known fact amongst the students of Class 1-A that when Bakugou woke up in a bad mood, it was best to steer clear out of his way. Nobody was daring enough to bother the blonde when he seemed to be on the verge of blowing up the entire dorm with nothing more than a thunderous BOOM.

Well, nobody except Kaminari and Sero.

Bakugou was in one of these explosive moods, reading some manga on his bed to help pass the time, when he heard a couple of knocks on his door. “Fuck off,” he grumbled sharply, refusing to bring his eyes away from the illustrated pages. He most certainly was not in the mood to socialize with any idiots today, but the universe had other plans.

“C’mon Bakubro, just let us in!” Kaminari’s voice exclaimed through the locked door.

“Yeah! You know we won’t go away until you open up,” Sero’s voice called out, and Bakugou could practically see the obnoxiously knowing smile that his friends the morons were no doubt wearing.

Failing to repress an eye roll, Bakugou dragged himself out of bed, manga still in hand, and walked over to the door. With a heavy sigh, he begrudgingly opened up and leaned his body against the door frame. “What do you fuckers want?”

Kaminari’s eyes gleamed with suspicious excitement. “Nothing at all! Just wanted to hang out with you, dude.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at the two, knowing that even they weren’t stupid enough to just ‘hang out’ with him when he was dangerously annoyed. “No. Go the fuck away.”

“Bro, you haven’t smiled at all this whole week! Just let us help you chill out for a while. You can’t hate us that much, right?” Sero suggested with a hopeful smile on his face.

“I can, and I do,” Bakugou deadpanned. “You dumbasses can’t force me to hang out with you. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

At that, Kaminari and Sero exchanged a quick glance at one another before turning their attention back to their grumpy friend. Without a word, Kaminari reached out and poked a finger into Bakugou’s stomach. He let out a muffled yelp as he stumbled backwards a bit further into his room, allowing Kaminari and Sero enough space to enter themselves.

If looks could kill, the two would have been lying dead on the floor the moment they stepped foot into the blonde’s dorm. Bakugou sent them a fierce and fiery glare, steam practically blowing out of his ears. “What the fuck do you damn extras think you’re doing?!”

Kaminari smirked. “Forcing you to hang out with us. Sero, get his arms.”

Before Bakugou could fully comprehend what was happening, Sero tackled him down to the floor, knocking the manga out of his hands and pulling his wrists above his head. Bakugou started kicking his legs around, trying to get enough momentum to break free of Sero’s strong hold, until he felt Kaminari sit himself down on his thighs, successfully pinning him against the floor.

Feeling his palms start to spark threateningly with small explosions, Bakugou’s face fell into an annoyed sneer. Could these dipshits not see that he was clearly not in the mood for their little pranks? “Get the hell off me, you- NGH!”

Kaminari chuckled as he slid his hands underneath Bakugou’s shirt with a slight wiggle of his fingers. He felt his friend’s body tense as he started to slowly trace his fingertips along his sides, his touch practically as light as a feather. “Oh Kacchan, don’t be like that! We just wanna hang out with our favorite blasty boy.”

Bakugou growled, struggling to keep the ends of his lips from turning upwards. “G-get your filthy hands o-offa me, Dunce Face! I s-swear to go-OHOD NO!”

A reluctant smile broke out onto Bakugou’s face when Sero taped his wrists to the floor and started to softly drum his fingers into the exposed armpits, forcing the blonde into a bout of giggles. “There’s that adorable little smile that we’ve been looking for!” Sero teased.

“L-lehet me uhup, Tahape Fahace!” Bakugou tried to threaten through his wobbly grin. “I d-dohon’t want to hang out wihith you idiohohots!”

Kaminari moves his hands to lightly scribble at Bakugou’s taut stomach, causing him to break out into an uncontrollable fit of higher pitched giggles. “But we love hanging out with you, Blasty! Think of all the fun we could have together!”

“Yeah, Bakubro!” Sero joined in, wiggling his fingers underneath Bakugou’s arms, occasionally moving his tickly touches down to the blonde’s upper ribs. “We could have a movie night, just the three of us. What do you guys think of Big Hero 6?”

“Ah yeah, I love that movie! What about you, Bakugou?” Kaminari asked in a much too casual manner.

“I hahahate you bohohoth sohoho much!!”

Kaminari grinned, briefly slowing his fingers’ movements. “But you’re still having fun, right?” At this, Bakugou’s breath hitched and his eyes widened, looking over at the electric blonde in a mixture of confusion and shock, his cheeks reddening a bit. “Yeah, sorry to break it to you, bro, but it’s kinda obvious you don’t want us to stop tickling you.”

Seeing a hint of distress and discomfort in his friend’s eyes, Sero quickly cut it. “Honestly, we’d be lying if we said we wanted to stop! Making you all smiley and giggly feels like a privilege!”

With far too much enthusiasm, Kaminari nodded his head in agreement before a teasing smirk made its way onto his face. “If anything, I bet you want us to kick it up a notch, dontcha Blasty?~”

“N-no I don-ohohon’t!” Bakugou shouted out as he felt Kaminari insert a singular finger into his belly button.

“Y’know, I’ve always wanted to try this out. Lemme know how it feels, okay?” he asked before sending a small shock of electricity through his finger, using just enough energy to get the ticklish blonde screaming.

“NAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUHUCK?!” Bakugou howled with laughter, immediately overwhelmed by the sensations of the shock tickling him both inside and out. He began twisting and squirming to get Kaminari’s finger out of the sensitive spot, only to find that his desperate thrashing only managed to push Kaminari’s finger further into his belly button and increase the shock’s tickly effects. “GEHEHET IT THE FUHUCK OHOHOHOUT!!”

“Jackpot!” Kaminari shouted out as he slightly wiggled his finger, never stopping the small, steady stream of electricity that passed through it. The explosive blonde’s head was thrown back from the force of his hysterics. “Aww, does it tickle that much?”

“No fair!” Sero exclaimed with playful offense. “You can’t just steal all of Bakubro’s laughter all by yourself. You gotta share, Denks!” Sero brought his own hands up to Bakugou’s pinned wrists and started to gently drag his fingertips down teasingly towards his underarms at an agonizingly slow pace. He didn’t get much of a reaction until he passed the boy’s elbows, when Bakugou began shaking his head and tugging harder on his arms. “Ohoho, what’s this? You keeping another weak spot from us, dude?”

“DOHOHON’T YOU DAHAHARE GO ANY FUHUHURTHER, TAHAPE FAHACE!! I SWEAHAHAR I’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!!” Bakugou’s threats fell on deaf ears as he felt Sero’s fingers traveling closer and closer to his underarms. He really did try to refrain himself when the dark-haired boy’s soft fluttering reached the underside of his triceps, just above his armpits, but he instantly lost control. Bakugou snorted before practically screaming with pure laughter, the most genuine smile his two friends had ever seen inevitably spreading across his typically scowling face.

“Yes, ultimate jackpot!! Take that, Kaminari!” Sero shouted proudly over Bakugou’s loud shrieks. The two boys then increased their efforts, starting to tickle harder and faster, each trying to pull the most hysterical noises from the boy trapped beneath them.

Their playful competition left lucky poor Bakugou in stitches until he finally pleaded out for mercy, tears of mirth prickling the edges of his closed-shut eyes. “ALRIGHT AHAHALRIGHT!! I’LL HAHAHANG OUT WITH YOHOHOHOU IDIOHOHOTS!! JUHUHUST STOP STOHOHOP STAHAHAHAHAHA-!”

The two immediately stopped and pulled their torturous hands away from the giggly blonde’s body. Kaminari climbed off of Bakugou’s thighs while Sero got to work removing the tape at his wrists.

As he worked, Sero looked down at Bakugou with a smug smirk. “Was wondering how long it was gonna take you to tell us to stop, Bakubro!”

“Yeah, seriously dude,” Kaminari joined in, helping the boy sit up once his wrists were free. “You’ve got some hella strong endurance!”

Bakugou wrapped his arms around his torso, rubbing the phantom tickles away as stray titters found their way out of his carefree smile. “Oho shuhut up,” he grumbled in half-hearted annoyance.

“Dude, look at that smile! You should definitely wear it more often, man,” Sero genuinely complimented, earning a deeper blush on Bakugou’s face. “It really is a good look on you!”

“I’m honestly glad that we were able to get you out of your little Bakubitch mood! Who knew that a little bit of tickling is the secret to ending your raging rampage?” Kaminari slung an arm over Bakugou’s shoulders, giving a quick squeeze.

“Whatever, fucking extras,” Bakugou said as he rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in his smile. If Kaminari noticed how he leaned a bit into the comforting touch, the electric blonde thankfully didn’t mention it.

“Hear ye, hear ye!” Sero called out, catching the intrigued attention of the other two boys. “On this day, I hereby decree that Sir Bakugou Katsuki must give me, Sero Hanta, and my fellow companion, Kaminari Denki, at least one of his genuine smiles everyday for the rest of our lives!”

“I second that! And if you fail to do so, we’ll find a way to make you smile,” Kaminari playfully threatened, sliding his arm hanging off of Bakugou’s shoulder down to the boy’s side. He gave gentle pinches to the sensitive skin, causing Bakugou to lean away and break out in a new round of giggles. “Understood?”

“Understood, understoohohod!! Nohoho more, Duhuhunce Fahace!”

“Good!” Kaminari retracted his arm from its place around Bakugou’s torso. He and Sero stood up from their seats on the floor.

Sero picked up Bakugou’s manga that had been clumsily disregarded, handing the book over to its owner. “Well, we’ll get out of your hair now, bro. See you later?”

Bakugou stared down at the book in his hands for a short moment, contemplating, before he looked back up hopefully towards the morons his friends. “Are you idiots still up for watching Big Hero 6?

Kaminari and Sero’s faces practically beamed with excitement. “Hell yeah, Bakubro! Lemme go get us some snacks real quick!” Sero exclaimed before rushing out of the room.

“We can watch it on my laptop! I’ll be right back, dude!” Kaminari called out as he quickly ran out after Sero.

Bakugou heard a faint, “This is gonna be so much fun!!” shouted from somewhere down the hallway, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that grew across his lips as he internally agreed.

a/n: yay!! i hope yall at least somewhat enjoyed reading this! just wanna say good luck to all of my fellow students, you’ve got this <3 school sucks but it’s almost over! i believe in all of youuuu :D

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years ago

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Momo and Her Stoic Canvas

Warning! This is a tickle Drabble!

Ships: Platonic TodoMomo

Warnings: Tickles

Prompt: Momo runs out of places to scribble down her notes, so she uses Todoroki’s hands and arms Unfortunately for her, it’s a huge Todoroki Tickle Hot Spot™. The poor boy fights literal demons to keep quiet.

“Oh great.” Momo Yaoyorozu whispered with gritted teeth. She swiftly dug through her school bag. “No no no no no.” She muttered. She was all out of paper. Her old tests were locked away in her dorm, along with her extra notecards.

The black haired girl searched hastily in her desk. Hoping that she had left a gift for her future self...? Nope. No such luck.

Momo had to think and had to think fast. Aizawa banned quirks from the classroom, but he could understand... but then again, she would be lectured for being unprepared and-

The mellowest snore broke her from her thoughts. That’s it!

“ahem.. Todoroki.” Momo whispered, gently tapping the bi-colored boy’s shoulder with her pencil. “Wake up, fool.”

Shoto opened his eyes to see Momo practically frothing at the mouth. “Shi- Yaoyorozu? Wha-“

“No time to waste. I’ve already missed two minutes of lecture. Give me your arm please.” Momo begged one a hushed tone.

The boy obliged, hesitantly stretching his right arm across the desk toward her. Shoto Todoroki would soon regret all decisions he had made since his birth in the following moment.

Momo gently gripped his arm and rolled up his sleeve. Shoto tensed as he felt a scratchy pen tip gliding against his arm. He balled his left hand into a fist and took deep breaths. To his demise, she took her time writing.

“Ngh- Yaoyorozu... c-can’t you write s-somewhere e-else?” Todoroki couldn’t help the smile forming on his lips.

“No! I’ve missed too much! You can wash it off when we get back to the dorms.” Momo bit back in a hushed voice.

The girl continued to agonizingly write her notes down on Shoto’s arm. The boy gently smacked the desk with his free hand as snickers leaked from his lips.

When Momo ran out of space on Todoroki’s arm, she moved to his hand.

“HRGNH- Momo.” Shoto hissed.

“What?” She hissed in return.

“U-use my ohohohohother ahahaharm.” Hushed giggles interrupted his, usually emotionless, demands.

“What’s so funny? I ran out of space!”

“Nohohoho. Thehehe pehehehehen.” Todoroki bit his lip, should he tell her?

“Well spit it out! I don’t like to be laughed at, Shoto.” Momo said as she turned to him to glare.

Upon turning, she noticed that the bi-colored boy was breathing heavily. His free hand was slapped over his mouth and his eyes were squeezed shut.

“Mohohohohomohohoho.” Shoto begged as she started writing on the base of his thumb, “tihihihicklehehehes.”

Momo smiled warmly, shaking her head. Her face, clad in a pleased look, seemed to relax. “Only you Shoto.” The girl let out an amused scoff, “only you would have ticklish palms.”

Shoto’s already red face flushed deeper, causing his breath to hitch.

“Uh Todoroki...” Momo said sweetly, “I’m uh... out of room.”

The bi-colored boy sighed heavily and slowly offered her his left arm. Great. This one was even more sensitive.

Of course Momo didn’t mind. This poor kid needed to smile. She began to write, causing the latter to release an audible squeak.

“I need quiet in my room please.” Aizawa’s voice rang through both of their ears. Luckily, none of their classmates turned around.

Momo slowed her writing pace, making sure to spell every word right and stretch out abbreviations.

“Y-Yaoyorozu. I h-have extra p-paper.” Shoto’s right eye was squeezed shut.

“No shush. I’ve already turned your right arm into a masterpiece. Let me finish.”

The girl glanced at the clock, thankfully class was almost over.

“All right class, that’s it for today. Finish copying these notes and you’re free to wait for the bell.” Aizawa turned his attention to his students.

His gaze immediately locked into Momo, who was hastily scribbling down the contents of the board. Then to Todoroki, who was vibrating in his seat trying to keep quiet.

He let out a fond breath of air with the subtlest grin.

Momo moved to Todoroki’s hand and the latter strained both his voice and muscles.

“Pleahehehese lehehehet Mehehehe gohohoho.” Shoto spat at Momo through gritted teeth.

“Not yet! Almost done. Last few sentences.”

Momo slowed even more, ensuring she messed up to gain a chance to scribble out her mistake.

“HGRNH- MOHOHOHOHOMOHOHOHO.” Shoto’s hushed laugh was getting louder. The boy bit down on his lip and gently tapped the table with his other hand.

“THERE! Done.” Momo stated proudly, capping her pen.

Just then the bell rang, the two heroes-in-training moved to grab their things as the classroom cleared out.

“Yaoyorozu, Todoroki.” Aizawa was standing by them, “next time you need more paper. Just tell me. You won’t get in trouble.”

“Y-yessir.” Shoto responded bashfully as a blush crept all the way to his ears.

“Come on you. I have to copy these down onto paper back in the dorms.” Momo grabbed the one spot on Todoroki’s wrist that was lacking her impeccable handwriting.

Aizawa shook his head with a fond smile. He loved his kids, there was no doubt about it.

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon #15

I’m excited! I wanted to do a revamp of the tickle headcanons for the bros! And with the undateables in tow as well! ^^ hehe! This is gonna be fun~! Thank you two anons so much for the asks! Featuring a Tickle Monster MC!

Lucifer:

Can not stand being tickled... in public.

Is usually very composed when it’s a poke, but fights for his right to keep his reputation when fingers start wiggling.

This is why he wears layers.

But no matter how many layers he wears, MC is still able to make him chuckle, of course he gets his revenge. Just not when Lucifer’s working... but he’s strangely always working...

Tolerates being tickled as his relationship with MC goes on. Though is quick to disappear when MC is in one of their moods~.

Likes tickle fights cause it’s just another challenge to show his power, but he will never stand a chance against all his brothers AND MC ganging up on him.

Hips, Armpits, Back (his Wings in his demon form are ticklish at their base.) are some of his worst spots.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 7.5 for “You’ll have to tr-hihiy harder than that~.”

Mammon:

To get him flustered, call him The Great Ticklish Mammon.

He has high pain tolerance because he’s the one getting punished most of the time, but he is hypersensitive~.

The only way to truly subdue him, get information out of him immediately, start wiggling your fingers closer and closer to him and he sings like a raven.

“You’ll owe me 1,000,000 Grimm if you tell people I’m ticklish!” *proceeds to tell everyone at the dinner table, slaps a wad of 1,000,000 Grimm right on top of Mammon’s plate, and excuses yourself to your room without another word.*

You sometimes find Mammon tied up out in the open, panting, with tear streaks going down his face. A fine offering for good harvest, peace, and prosperity, for such a Chaotic Tickle Monster of such a high caliber of affection, love, and mischief. He tries to sell his other brothers’ tickle moments for cash, but he gets caught a lot~.

As your relationship deepens, he finds himself trying to tempt you to tickle him. Purposefully taking your things, calling you idiot when he’s the little spoon. Keep him.

Ribs, Back of the Neck, Legs, Horns(when he willing shows them) are some of his worst tickle spots~. But ticklish everywhere.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 12 for “I-I took the brooch that Asmo gave you, p-plehease, not that!”

Leviathan:

Stays in his room, so no one can make any sneak attacks. Is usually safe from tickle monster MC in the beginning.

At first when tickled, he’s a blushy mess, trying to get you to stop by not laughing, maybe if I don’t laugh, they’ll get bored and leave.

Rule No. 1: If tickles happen, it’ll be a matter of time before laughter happens, and in the case of Levi, he breaks within 10 seconds.

As you both get closer, you start getting him interested in it, because you start pointing out different tickle scenes in anime, and/or video games.

He isn’t used to being hugged let alone kissed. Heck, he still blushes at being touched, but at least with being tickled, he can do something with the flustered energy (i.e. flail, laugh, and try to tickle back!)

He calls foul when you tickle him while you two are playing games, every time you make him lose at Devil Kart, he demands a rematch, and you just keep on poking and teasing him so you can be with him til dinner time.

Belly, Sides, Feet, Tail (pretty sensitive) are some of the good spots to get him~.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 8 for A-Aha! Dohon’t touch me there!

Satan:

Likes MC’s tickle monster tendencies because it is another thing he knows his brothers now, especially Lucifer.

But when attention is put on him? HOOOOO BOY... he becomes more elusive, and slippery.

One time, Mammon and MC had accidentally disturbed Satan’s reading, which is weird cause he was reading in his room, and Satan went to go fuss at them. MC began reaching at him with grabby, tickly hands to which Satan grabbed their wrists and moved his body away from those reaching hands, half glaring, half breaking and biting his lip. “No... No... NO!”

All Mammon had to do was squeeze Satan’s hips and record it to start his tickle vid business. It was over, the cat was out of the bag, Satan was laughing on the floor with a human tickling him.

As short as the Avatar of Wrath’s fuse is, and as calm and collected as he carries himself, Satan becomes Giggly Boi™️ 2.0 when being tickled. (I say 2.0 because JackSepticEye is the original Giggly Boi™️)

As their relationship deepens, MC gives Satan soft tickles to remind them to take breaks during their research and their work. It warmed your heart to see that on his birthday when the cats crawled all over him, they were tickling him too.

Navel, Sides, Chest, Tail are just a few of his worst spots, just don’t tell him I told you~.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 11 for I’m trying to rehehead! Stahahahahp!!

Asmodeus:

Adores the attention from being tickled and likes it. It feels more like a massage that makes you giggle for him.

The least ticklish out of all the brothers, but that’s still pretty ticklish, I think Lucifer is a tiny bit more ticklish than Asmo.

Is the Tickle Monster MC’s second ride or die, willing to help tickle any of his other brothers, except Lucifer...

Will get jealous if he isn’t tickled as much as the other brothers, will be the one to actively goad MC on for tickles.

Is the one who is ticklish in the least likely of places, palm of the hand, arms, shoulders, but there is also a spot that makes him absolutely erogeneously melt. “That’s a secret~!”

Asmo will like more gentle tickles as your relationship grows, when at first he liked them merciless. His weakness are raspberries.

*in tune to Favorite Things* Fingers on necks and raspberries on belly, squeezing the thighs will just turn him to jelly~.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 7 for Ohoho! Give me more! I wahahant more!

Beelzebub:

At first is too hungry to even acknowledge tickling. He could feel it, but his hunger is far too great.

When you begin to hang out with him, and deepen your bond with him, he begins to be a bit more playful with you. Back before you came along, Belphie was the only one who could tickle Beel, but that has changed with MC’s addition.

No one wants a famished Beel, and merciless tickles lead him to getting hungry, so MC learns that Beel should get soft, fluttery, and brief tickles, for affection and attention.

That’s not to say Beel isn’t for a good tickle fight now and again, sometimes MC and Beel get into a tickle fight for a mutual workout, it usually ends in a highly cuddle fest, with pizza bringing up the rear so everyone wins.

Beel is pretty ticklish considering he’s in constant hunger at times. Rumor has it, Belphie knows a certain spot that makes Beel stop hunger rampaging... *cough cough* Navel *cough*

Beel is all for the belly rubs, belly tickles, and nuzzles. His favorite thing is when MC sleeps on him, cuddling up to him, and nuzzles into him, like a cat.

Belly, Ribs, Pits, Horns are pretty good spots to get him to laugh.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 9 for Hehehey! C-Cuhut it out! I can’t tell you what I wanna tehehehell you!

Belphegor:

As much as Belphie loves to tickle MC, Belphie is pretty ticklish himself, although during times of exhaustion, and deep sleep, he won’t even react to tickles.

MC gives Belphie wake up tickles when Belphie has worn out the snooze button on his alarm, though Belphie thought sleeping would keep him safe.

Belphie and MC sometimes tickle team up against Beel, but when it comes down to it, Beel will come to Belphie’s defense when he’s getting wrecked. Mammon joins when Beel joins and they get into a tag team match.

Belphie is a fan of soft tickles when he gets them, but gives them hard when it’s everyone else. He’s more ticklish than Beel, but less ticklish than Satan.

Doesn’t usually like being tickled, but if you stroke and tickle his back super gently, it lulls him to sleep.

Belphie and Satan team up with MC to see if they can tickle Lucifer into submission, because Anti-Lucifer League is all about taking Lucifer down. But of course to no avail, Lucifer is always one step ahead of them. (Not really a good move to tickle the second least ticklish brother when two members are the more ticklish brothers... I’m just saying...)

His worst spots are his feet, sides, ears, horns, (his tail is an effective tickle tool)

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 10 for Plehehehease, lehet me sleehehehehep!

Diavolo:

Diavolo, the poor darling baby boy, has never been tickled or even knew about tickling before... until getting to know MC.

Diavolo happened to catch you tickling Lucifer one day... Lucifer was about to slam MC down into the depths, until Diavolo said, “Lucifer... In all my years of knowing you, I have never seen you smile like that... MC... just what were you just doing?”

As you explain, Diavolo becomes more fascinated, intrigued, amazed, in that order. Meanwhile, Lucifer is trying to escape, and hide in a hole until the end of time, cause out of all the people who walked in, it had to be Diavolo who witnessed him deal with such an unbecoming activity...

“So... I just touch someone else’s body area, or vice versa, and just... wiggle my... or their fingers?” Diavolo had been more than willing to learn, and get more information. MC asked to lift his arms up, and when he did, they proceeded to tickle Diavolo’s armpits, much to Lucifer’s protest. The reaction was immaculate; a fluttery yet strong laugh, and a jolty jump that made the hands wiggle down his ribs, which made him drop onto the floor,!melting into a giggle puddle.

After he was done laughing, he got back up with a smile and stars in his eyes, seeing Lucifer holding MC up by their shirt, “MC, that was such an exhilarating experience! May it be possible... that I learn more about this from you?!” Lucifer was shocked and let MC down, while MC was more than happy to accept the offer.

Diavolo and MC developed an amazing bond between each other, Diavolo now knows all his tickle spots and welcomes tickles from you. But you had also shown him about Tickle Wars, reassuring him there was of course, no real violence, no Warlike destruction was to be had, only a couple of people trying to make each other laugh... and Diavolo is currently at war with you to this day~.

Diavolo found out his laugh raises in quantity and quality around his ribs, hips, chest, and feet.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 10 for You sure ahahare full of suhuhurprises!

Barbatos:

He hasn’t been tickled himself, but he has seen a few possible futures where he was. In some they were successful attempts, others weren’t.

But in all of them, the one consistent factor was that MC was tickling him.

Barbatos knows potential spots that he’s sensitive, but, his tickle spots practically change every moment, so it’s hard to pinpoint a spot in him.

When he does get tickled in a good spot, it’s like that spot is locked as sensitive. Of course he has nothing to worry about since it’s mostly you who would be tickling him.

As a tickler, he’s quick and brief, a rather mischievous butler. When he finds out Diavolo’s ticklish, he finds enjoyment in gently poking/teasing Diavolo in MC’s presence or not. Referring to Diavolo and MC’s sessions as “play dates”

Thinks tickling is an interesting thing to get into, especially for someone like himself. Doesn’t hate it per say, but he won’t expose himself willingly.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): ?? for Had enough have you?

Solomon:

This smug little bastard, is just as much of a tickle monster as much as MC is. And he absolutely loves it.

And although he may be timeless, so is his sensitivity, he certainly hasn’t outgrown his sensitivity, he just hides it through magic.

But it seems for some reason, you are able to cut through that dastardly magic and give the wiseman sorcerer just what he deserves: a good time and a good laugh.

You found out he was ticklish during the retreat after you got out of the labyrinth, you gave him a poke after you all were safe, resulting in a gasp, jump, and wide eyes giving your eyes contact. (Ha ha, I’m in danger!)

But strangely enough, that didn’t deter him from hanging out and spending time with you. In fact, when time permits, you both get into mini tickle fights with each other, and if you two are ever on another retreat or trip, it’s on sight.

Solomon has been pretty touch starved as well, so tickling, as reactive of an activity as it is, is pretty good affection and bonding to get. Tickle him, hug him, keep him... Solomare let us date him.

He’s ticklish everywhere, but his armpits, hips, shoulders, knees, are some of his fun spots.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 8 for H-Hohohohow did you dohohoho thahahat?!

Simeon:

He is familiar with tickling, he has had a bit of tickle experience with Lucifer when he was an angel, when Lucifer was the Scion of Humility, and he wasn’t ashamed of his ticklishness.

But Lucifer would also punish Simeon for tickling him while he was working, with more tickles. So as the Avatar of Pride, he hasn’t changed that much...

Simeon has always been very playful and loves to bring a smile to his friends’ faces. So when he met MC, he was excited to have a friend who shared his same goal.

That being said, Simeon has kind of halved his sensitivity in the Devildom for obvious reasons, but is willing to let himself be vulnerable around MC.

But also, his outfit seems to expose some of his most ticklish spots, so, he seems to be ready for an even playing field when getting into tickle fights.

He takes good pride and care in his wings, but he usually preens them himself, because his wings are especially sensitive, the only spot on him that he wasn’t able to desensitize, which is why he doesn’t bring them out.

He is super ticklish on his back, abs, arms, and wings.

Ticklish Scale (1-10): 4.5(Desensitized), 9(Voluntarily Vulnerable)

(I hope this is satisfactory! ^^)

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nicklightbearer · 4 years ago

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Not A Warning, Babe, It’s An Order

yet another whf tickling fic! i just cant get enough of these two. this one is a lot longer and a good bit more.... sweet? cute?

in this; virgil didnt die and also nick and jack are Frens <3

“Ugh!” Nick huffed, balling up yet another failed composition and throwing it towards the trash can- at this point, while most of it at the bottom was empty bottles, it was overflowing with similar papers. Ripped, crushed, and ruined.. None of them were right. He couldn’t get down the mood he wanted, not in the slightest- and though he eyed the pills set in a neat bowl on his desk, he ended up shoving those away too and just pressing his head to his hands.

This wasn’t working. He couldn’t feel it, that groove that would inspire him to write a million words all in one night- that focus, that drive.. It eluded him.

From the open window, a cold chill. He’d left it open on purpose, of course- tonight, of all nights, he’d actually hoped that Jack would show up- but so far, nothing. Perhaps he wasn’t listening.

Perhaps he was off indulging in his own hobby. A thought that would’ve once made Nick shudder just made him snort now, and he stood up to grab his guitar.

Maybe this time, he could interrupt the magician’s work instead.

Making his way over to the window, he gave the guitar a few plucks- out of tune, dammit- but with his keen ear for such things, he twisted the pegs just so until the guitar sang as beautifully as ever. He pushed open the door to the balcony, giving a few strums, before settling on a chair outside and kicking his feet up on the railing.

Yes, this would do nicely.

Jack.. Wasn’t actually hunting, not tonight. He hadn’t been, as of late- sneaking off to Nick’s room to get a bit of company now and again, coupled with ‘terrorizing’ the poor man, well.. It’d been doing just fine.

At the moment, he was actually perched on the windowsill of some random citizen- he hadn’t bothered checking who, it didn’t matter- and peering into the window to a bedroom across the way. This house was his target- a doctor lived there with his wife, and it seemed that this particular fellow had taken a vested interest in the bobby’s investigation of the ‘escape’ of Foggy Jack.

Irritating, to say the least. Those doctors gave him the heebie-jeebies.

He’d been there for.. Oh, three hours? It was about three hours when he finally noticed something to break the monotony- hell, the doctor hadn’t even come home yet, all he’d seen was the wife folding laundry and watching the late-night run of Uncle Jack’s show- and it was.. Well, at first he thought he was hallucinating. It wasn’t the first time.

But as the song trailed off, he noted that it was different from recordings. It was as if Nick was playing his guitar right out into the open night air, something like a ballad version of When You’re Gone.

Surely Nick wasn’t playing outside at this hour. Though he tried to ignore it- probably just some other musician practicing- it kept going.. And his curiosity got the better of him.

Sighing, he slid down from the window, dissolving into his usual mist before even touching the ground.

If it was Nick, he’d be rather cross. At the same time, it was definitely a first for him to be doing something like this, and he wondered to what end it was.

When Nick noticed the fog rolling up the streets, converging into a larger cloud as it got closer to his house, he smiled grimly. It had worked- and he wasn’t actually sure how Jack would react to such a summons, as odd as it was. But he needed help- and of all the times Jack had offered, well, he surely wouldn’t be that put off.

He closed his eyes, now crooning the words to his song softly as he felt the fog push up towards his balcony.

“When you’re gone… Baby, it’s a long way home.” He could feel a presence behind him now, but he didn’t bother stopping his playing. It was near the end, anyway.

“Baby, it’s a long way home.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder as he finished the tune, and lolled his head back to open his eyes and grin up at Jack. The magician was quiet- looked rather neutral, but curiosity glinted in his eyes.

“A wonderful performance as always.” “Why, thank you.” “But I must ask.. It’s nearly midnight, most of the good folk have gone to bed or out to their activities of the night. Why haven’t you?” “I’m glad you asked!” Nick beamed, swinging his legs down and standing up as he grabbed Jack’s arm and dragged him inside- not that there was much resistance.

“I have to write a new song. And I’m having a lot of trouble!” “You sound delighted about that.” Nick huffed, setting his guitar down and turning to cross his arms with an irritated frown. Jack merely tilted his head, still not entirely sure where he came into play.

“Well! You’ve helped me before.” “Ah, so it’s like that?”

The way the word was murmured shot a shiver up his spine, and Nick held his hands out placatingly as a cruel smile spread across the magician’s face.

“No! No, it’s not, you big bully. Godsakes.” “Well, do explain.” Nick sighed, stepping over to his bed and flopping to sit on the edge- and, when Jack didn’t move, he patted the spot next to him. There was a brief hesitation before he settled down, hands resting on his lap as he watched Nick almost warily.

“I need a favor.” “A favor.” “Yes. I know you get all excited about- about making me laugh, but I hardly ever get to see you laugh. And I think it would make for a great inspiration if you’d let me have my own fun, for once.” Jack’s face reddened considerably, even if Nick could only peek at the spaces around the edges. He shifted, bringing a knee up onto the bed so that he was facing the magician and leaned forward while clasping his hands together earnestly.

“Please! It’d be a big help, really.” “I..” “And you can- you can have your fun later, once I’m done. Okay?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “No strings attached?” “Well- I mean- oh, don’t be mean. You know what I meant.” “Mmh. I suppose if it’s such a big help..” He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment before nodding in agreement. Nick clapped once, already excited. “Perfect! Okay, perfect. Here, you lay down, let me get my pad.” Jack may well have just up and died, with how heavily his blush was- but he complied, laying back on the bed awkwardly before covering his face and exhaling. Nick had scampered over to his desk and ripped the last page off again, completely trashing his original ideas and bringing over the blank paper and pencil to set on his nightstand.

“.. It’s not going to be very comfortable there. Here, up you go.” As he was pulled into a more comfortable position- laying so that he was propped up on pillows instead of flat on the mattress- he was silent. Nick paused for a moment before scrambling to sit on his legs, suddenly rather aware of how awkward the situation could become if he didn’t pull this off perfectly.

“.. And the mask?” “Oh no. Not taking it off.” “Jacky…” The magician peeked through his fingers, watching how Nick’s face fell and his eyes shined. Ooh, he was getting good at those puppy eyes.

He deflated, hooking his fingers around the edges and wiggling it off carefully. The night air felt cold on his exposed skin- especially with how fiery it was from the flustered state he was in.

“There. Happy?” “Absolutely!” Nick’s smile was back, and he laced his fingers together, stretching them a bit before wiggling them a few times- Jack had to bite back a giggle of anticipation- to get warmed up.

“Alright. Don’t cover your face again, okay? I need to see you smile!” “God.” As his palms pressed to the magician’s sides, he yelped at the immediate slam of arms that nearly locked him in place.

“Woah there, Jackaboy- hey, you’ve only gone and trapped me!” “Well- I can’t- aha!”

His fingers curled slightly, and even with his jacket to protect him, the magician had to lock his jaw to keep the tingles that spread across his torso from affecting him too much.

“Come on, you silly boy.. Lift your arms up.” “I can’t if you- if you keep- doing that!” “Doing whaaaat?” The teasing! The tone! He hated it- but as skilled fingers began kneading at his sides, he couldn’t voice any of that. He pressed his arms down a bit harder, jerking as Nick’s hands slid down to squeeze his hips experimentally.

“Gosh, you’re such a baby about it. With all your big talk about how sensitive I am, I thought you wouldn’t be half so bad..” Nick tsked, pulling back for a moment before pushing his hands underneath the jacket and clawing at his stomach. Jack nearly had a heart attack right there, hands flying up to his mouth to stifle the sudden squeak as he squirmed.

“But that’s not right at all! You’re just as ticklish as me, aren’t you? God, what a hoot.” This was it. This was his funeral.

“Imagine if the constables caught wind. Foggy Jack, menace to society- and all you have to do to reduce him to a pile of fluff and giggles is a little tickling.” “Fuck ohohoff!” “Ooh, swears. So scary.” Nick was careful as he pulled one hand out to start undoing buttons- the jacket was soon pushed aside, and he grinned as he ducked his head down. One hand locked on each side, squeezing over and over as his face pressed against the magician’s stomach- and though he didn’t yet do much other than that, the hot breath he could feel through his shirt made Jack buck up in an attempt to throw him off.

“Hold still! Squirmy wormy, squirmy Jacky, my gosh!” “Faha- Fuhuck you-” “Oh, quit the swearing. I’m not going to stop.” His hands drifted up, nails easily drilling against ribs and finally coaxing out a howl of laughter as Jack threw his head back against the pillows. Accompanying this was an even more infuriating sound- a soft ‘oooomnomnomnom’ as he nibbled at Jack’s shirt- and the slight biting feeling only earned more laughter that had now reached a much higher pitch than he’d ever admit.

“Jeez, no wonder Virge likes this snack..” Though he heard the words, he had no time to process them- not now that Nick had deftly undone his dress shirt and buried his face against him, blowing a raspberry square in the middle of his stomach. “NooOOHOHO- AHAHA- NIHIHIHIIIIHIHICK!! NOT THE- THEEHEE-” “Oooooh, yes! That’s perfect, Jacky.” Though he had started pushing at Nick’s shoulders, the musician merely chuckled and pushed his hands up- and from how he started kneading his fingers into Jack’s underarms, the shocks it sent up his arms drained his strength almost completely.

“Tickle-tickle-tickle… Oh, this is rich. No wonder you like doing this.” “Nihihick- plehease-” “Pleeease what? You volunteered.” “Noho! I didn’t- ahAHAHA!” Another raspberry. If he’d been able to form a coherent thought, he’d be thinking about how awful that mustache of Nick’s was for such an endeavor- the way it brushed against his stomach sent shivers across his body and left him breathless from the laughter.

Nick hummed a little as he looked up, reveling in the fruits of his labor for a moment and relishing in the squeals of laughter that now poured from Jack’s smiling mouth. It really was inspiring- the way he thrashed about and laughed as though he were witness to the funniest joke on the planet.. One that Nick had…

That was it!

Nick rolled off of him abruptly, seizing the pad and pencil from where he’d landed on the floor. Jack was still giggling softly, gasping for breath as he opened his eyes and blinked- a disappearing act from Lightbearer was.. Definitely unexpected.

But he heard humming beside the bed, and after fixing his shirt, he peered over the edge to see the musician scribbling on his pad of paper, occasionally pausing to tap the eraser to get a beat before resuming.

He was only the slightest bit disappointed. As he made to sit up, though, Nick looked up- then huffed, standing once again and pushing him back down.

“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet, mister. This is a full song, not just one verse!” Shit. “Now, Nick- really, it can’t be that hard to-” “It is! Now hold still. Wait- I’ve an idea.”

He got on his knees, gesturing for a moment before finding his words.

“Roll onto your stomach. Hug a pillow if that helps.” He complied, and though many spots were now protected by the bed, he had a funny feeling he was going to hate whatever was happening- of course, this was only strengthened when Nick turned his back and settled to sit on his knees. He maneuvered in such a way that he could sit criss-cross, pulling Jack’s feet through his legs and yanking his shoes off with ease.

Oh no.

“Nick- come on, this is getting ridiculous..” “Not a peep! I don’t want any protest, I’ve got to focus!”

Nick hummed the part he was thinking of as Jack buried his face in a pillow- before, of course, using the eraser end of his pencil to poke rapidly at the magician’s feet. The steady stream of giggles he earned was muffled into a pillow- but it seemed like enough, and he started writing again for a moment before repeating his actions. Jack balled up a fist and slammed it against the bed a few times, his legs screaming that he kick but wholly unable to due to their position.

“Nihihick- come on, aren’t you done yet?” “Don’t be impatient! Hey, you ought to be flattered-” He paused, now poking between each foot with every word and relishing in the flurry of flustered snickers he earned-

“You’re~my~muse~for~this~song! Isn’t that exciting?” “Ihi- eheheh- I suppose…” “Hey, if this works, maybe we can try more often! God knows with that album I’m supposed to have coming up…”

A thrill shot up through his stomach, and Jack grasped at the pillow he was strangling to the point where he was certain it would rip. “I didn’t agreehee to ahahany such thing!!” “But you would! Or..” Nick swung around, now facing him properly and giving him a brief break-

“I can convince you~.” Jack’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest- only to have a sudden wave of giggles come out instead, as Nick slipped his hands under his jacket and shirt to flutter his nails up and down the magician’s back and sides.

“Nohoho- you’re awful! Ahahawful!” “Oh, you love me.” “I hahahate ihihihihit!” Nick laughed along with him for a moment before landing a final pinch on one side and grabbing his notes again. Jack grumbled into his pillow, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. Of all the things Nick could’ve asked him to do…

But soon, they’d both gone quiet, and the scratching of pencil to paper began to slow- more pauses, more tapping, slight grumbling. Jack risked a peek over his shoulder, noting the irritated expression that Nick had.

“.. Something wrong?” “Well.. This next part. It’s less.. I need that giddy feeling. And it’s not coming.” Jack squirmed his way back onto his back and sat up, pulling his legs out from under Nick- with the lack of protest he must be pretty focused.

“That giddy feeling?” “Yeah. Like- when you take Joy for the first time in… No, that’s not quite it.” He hummed again, tapping the pencil on paper before groaning and shaking his head.

“Smilin’ like a little child, in a candy store.. Like that. Sort of.” Jack was content to watch, the look of focus combined with aggravation endlessly fascinating- and when the expression popped to a surprised look, his eyes widened. Surely not again…

“I’ve got it! I know.” And he tossed the pad onto the nightstand again before turning to Jack- this time, he was determined. Jack winced, a smile already tugging at his lips- but he was taken aback when Nick instead raised his arms above his head. “Tickle me!” “.. What?” “Well, it would work! It has before. That giddy feeling- you’re pretty good at getting it when you want.”

A more menacing smile now found its way onto his face, though a fairly endeared one. Of course, this was much more his speed…

Though Nick had seemed determined at first, that quickly melted into nervous giggles as Jack’s hands pushed under his shirt, nails already scratching steadily at his sides. His arms swayed, wanting to come down from where he held them but staying up.. For now.

“Well, I must say, I greatly prefer this to your horrible torture. We should’ve started here, instead.” “Ghhheheh- thahat’s not- how it works!” “Well, it should be.” He chuckled quietly, slowly making his way up Nick’s torso and almost admiring his dedication- even when his ribs were the target of light squeezes, he kept up, though he’d folded at his elbows to clasp his hands behind his head as he trembled.

“You- ha!- fucking, you’re a buhuhuhullyheehee…” “Isn’t that what you asked for? Please, Mr. Lightbearer, do clarify. You wanted me to tickle you, so I am- what’s the problem?” “Ghhhhheheheh…” Jack paused for a moment, hands resting on his ribs, before abruptly pushing up and drilling into his underarms. Nick yelped before squealing out more laughter, arms falling back down and locking as he covered his face. Judging by how he swayed, he’d probably fall if he wasn’t careful- so Jack carefully guided him to lay down, keeping at his torment the entire time.

“Go on, uncover your face- I’ve barely even picked up the pace…”

Nick jolted, then gasped through his laughter and finally pushed at Jack’s hands.

“Thahat’s- stooohohop, I neeheed to write!” “Aww.. Do I have to?” Jack pouted, but finally let go when Nick squeezed his arms down again.

“Yehehehehes!! Jack!” “Oh, fine.” He paused. “You actually have trapped my hands, though. Ease up.” Nick took a few deep breaths, slowly releasing his arms- squeaking at a final squeeze from Jack before he was released properly. Grabbing his notepad, he shook his hands out to try and get rid of the shakiness before bringing his knees up so he could write again.

“Cover your face… Hm- hmhmmmm.. Mmh, mmhmmmmm…” Jack tilted his head, trying to peek at the writing and huffing when he was swatted away. “I’m not done! No looking.” “Are you using my words?” “No- well, sort of. You’ll see.” He kept humming a few times before shifting so that his back was to Jack.

“.. Hey, do it again. But not so fast. I’m trying to nail the chorus.” “Do what?” “What do you think, you bully?” Jack snorted, settling on tracing his nails up and down Nick’s back- enough to earn a few snickers, and keep him content as he wrote. “What an effort, for a single song.” “You have no idea.” “Mmh, I think I have some. I’ve watched you write the whole thing.” “Yeah, well.. Shhh.” More humming- and quite a few giggles later- he finally set the pad down and pushed Jack’s hands away.

“Okay. That’s the first draft.” “Draft, are you serious?” “Well, I have to make sure it’s perfect!” Nick stretched, though he kept an eye on Jack- of course, the bastard’s hands twitched towards him, but he held himself back well enough. “It’s late. The best thing for me is to sleep on it. That’s why I write so late, so that I wake up with a little inspiration left over.” “Mmh, I see.” He faceplanted on the bed, reaching up to work off his wig; it was a mess, anyways, so it didn’t matter if he just threw it on the floor for later. Jack simply sat where he was, unsure if he was now overstaying his welcome.

“.. Lay down. Dork. You’re probably just as exhausted as me. It’s fine.” Though he hesitated for a long moment, he eventually settled next to Nick- the blush was back in full, but Nick didn’t seem to care. He slung an arm over the magician’s waist, already drifting off himself. Jack sighed softly, now not holding back the urge to gently comb his fingers through Nick’s hair.

“.. Good night, Nick.” “Mmnh, nighty night. Don’t run off.” It was the last request he had- and though he had other places to be, things to do.. Jack smiled fondly at the musician that now snored next to him. He was perfectly happy to wait.

#HEHEHE #we ticklish few #lightbearer #foggy poggy #ticklefic #my stuff

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Fluff Rarely Sleeps When There's Weight: Part 2

Logan decides to get himself something to eat, and winds up seeing a blanket on the couch. Not only does Logan learn of how fluffy and comfortable it is, but Logan learns that he's VERY sensitive to blanket fluff!

For @kanene-yaaay

So an update on life: I GOT HIRED FOR A JOB! I'm gonna be working in a retirement home! It's like a dream job for me! WOO HOO! But this means, my fanfic writing is going to lessen a little when I start working. I'm gonna be hit with 12 hour shifts, and a couple days as a sleep/spare time break in between. It's gonna be weird and hard to get used to, but I'm gonna try and get lots of writing in on my breaks to make up for it.

Logan was reading a book and determining some new activities to put into Thomas’s routine. He had heard the commotion upstairs, and giggled to himself at the silly tickle fight that had started up between Roman and Virgil. It’s rare to hear (let alone see) the two of them getting along. So hearing that happen, made a few ideas flow through his head.

A while later, Logan began to feel hungry. So he closed his books, headed downstairs and walked to the kitchen. There were many food items he could eat, but a specific list of foods came to his mind: studying foods.

Logan decided to make himself a peanut butter and Crofters sandwich. Peanut butter was supposed to help your brain study, and fruit has always been a brain food. And as everyone knows, Crofters is one of the healthiest fruit jams there is! And of course, whole grain bread is good for you in general. So: PB & J is the perfect lunch option for Logan.

Logan brought his food out to the living room and placed it onto the table. Sitting onto the couch, Logan sighed in content and grabbed and started eating his sandwich. Behind him, Logan felt a purple fluffy blanket that was folded up and sitting there against the back of the couch. “Hmm.” Logan hummed before returning to his sandwich. He managed to get halfway through the sandwich when the fluffy blanket fell down against his lower back. Logan turned to look at the blanket, and decided to return it to its rightful throne on the couch. With the blanket back on its special spot, Logan returned to his sandwich.

But the blanket didn’t stay there for long. Logan had a bit more of the sandwich down when the blanket fell. But this time, it landed right onto Logan’s shoulders. Logan blinked in confusion as his inner thoughts told him he wasn’t leaning against the couch. So...how did the blanket manage to plop itself onto his shoulders? Logan sighed and grabbed his napkin. While he wiped his hands off, he let the blanket fall against his lower back again and put it right back where he found it beforehand. Finally, Logan got up, picked up his plate and headed to the kitchen.

When the plate was washed and placed aside for washing later, Logan came back to the living room to see the purple blanket no longer on the couch, but laying right on the floor. Logan lifted an eyebrow in confusion. Does this blanket not like being propped up on the couch or something? Logan sighed as he sat down onto the couch, and chose to pick up the blanket and plop it beside him.

A few minutes later, Logan felt something against his leg. He looked over, and lifted an eyebrow: the corner of the blanket had jumped and was now sitting on his leg. How did that happen? Logan stood up, lifted up the blanket and stretched it out so he could see the whole thing. It couldn’t have moved. But, he could admit that it does look comfy. Logan decided to wrap it around himself.

The fur was so nice against his neck! And his arms! The fur felt nice on pretty much everything. So, Logan laid himself onto the couch and enjoyed the security hug that the blanket gave him. It felt so warm and cozy as well. He could easily assume this was Virgil’s blanket thanks to the color, but boy did Logan love it as well! A smile started showing up on his face as he processed the softness and comfort he got from the blanket.

The blanket seemed to be hugging him more, the longer he laid there on his belly. The bottom corners had soon found a way around Logan’s legs and were now hugging them. Logan didn’t think much of this though, due to his growing exhaustion from the blanket and his writing from earlier. Logan soon fell into a deep sleep for about 45 minutes. It felt nice and long though, like he wasn’t being cheated out of genuine sleep.

When Logan woke up, the blanket seemed to have tucked itself under his shirt. But Logan didn’t really realize this thanks to his dozy state. But things started to click into place when the blanket’s fluff started to move and lightly tickle his sides from under the shirt. Logan squeezed his eyes a little and moaned in slight irritation.

“Mmmm-wha?” Logan moved his hand to his belly and felt the bits of fuzz on his sides. Thinking it was nothing, Logan ignored it and closed his eyes.

But the fuzzy blanket decided to go full force, and rub its blanket corners against his sides. Logan’s eyes widened as his lips perked into a big smile. Logan quickly shoved his face into his pillow and started giggling while he struggled to get the blanket off his sides. The blanket started moving around a little, never giving Logan a chance to actually grab the corners.

To make things worse, the upper middle of the blanket had scooted itself up to his neck and started tickling there too! Logan squeaked and actually started laughing in a higher-pitched tone! He tried to scrunch up his shoulders, but that didn’t do jack for the back of his neck. The blanket quickly started to wrap itself around Logan’s neck, and torment the sides of his neck too. And on top of THAT, the upper corners of the blanket had moved itself up to his ears and started tickling there!

Then Logan made the big mistake of reaching behind his neck to grab the blanket…

Quickly, the blanket’s upper corners moved from his ears right to his armpits and scrubbed vigorously. Logan shrieked and clamped his arms right down to his sides as endless laughter came out. “HAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOW IHIHIHIHIS THIHIHIS EHEHEVEHEN HAHAHAPPEHENIHIHIHING?!” Logan asked the air in pure confusion. The stimulation was just too much for him! The poor logical man couldn’t even think while he was worn down to nothing but a giggly puddle. “HOHOHOHOW AHAHARE YOHOHOHOU TIHIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHE RIHIHIHIGHT NOHOHOHOW?!” Logan asked the blanket.

Gosh...If even one person could see him like this, they would question his sanity. What kind of person yells questions to a BLANKET of all things?! Not a logical person, that’s for sure. Despite how weird the circumstances were, the blanket seemed to be enjoying itself! To further show its love, the blanket turned itself horizontally (in contrast to his vertical body) and hugged Logan right around his arms. His arms were now stuck against his chest and his lower shoulders to his upper legs were being covered in furry blanket softness. Though part of Logan’s brain was enjoying the feeling of being hugged, the other half of his brain was telling him ‘GET OUT! THE BLANKET’S GONNA TICKLE YOU AGAIN!’

In an attempt to earn his trust, the blanket didn’t tickle him again. It just hugged Logan comfortably. Logan’s rocking and attempts to get out, soon subsided as exhaustion and a surprising amount of trust started to take over. Logan looked at the blanket in confusion and decided to feel the fluff against his fingers. As he felt the fluff however, Logan started smiling and giggling as he learned something new about himself: his palms and his inner fingers were somewhat ticklish as well! Ticklish enough to make him giggle, no less.

When the blanket wanted to keep going, it started tickling Logan’s lower ribs. Logan guffawed in pure surprise and practically lost all his composure. Logan was kicking his feet, cackling, shaking his glasses off his head, and soon started pounding the couch! You would think that removing the corners of the blanket would help your situation. But Logan had found out earlier on that he CAN’T. The blanket was weakening him and would go for his armpits every time he tried. So, he eventually gave up and laughed all his frustrations out.

The blanket paused, and grabbed Logan’s glasses. Placing them onto the side table, the blanket continued its tickle attack on Logan with no worry of anything broken. Eager to tickle him a lot more, the blanket lifted up Logan’s shirt and shoved most of its blanket body through the bottom of the shirt and fed the corners out the shirt sleeves! Then, it started fluffing and wiggling itself to tickle him vigorously with the blanket fluff. Logan was wiggling and rocking all over the place, squealing and cackling hysterically, and was super overwhelmed by the tickles he was experiencing. It was just too much for the man! Logan was used to not being touched very much. So going from barely touched to tickle attacked all over, Logan grew overwhelmed rather quickly.

It didn’t help matters either that his serotonin levels were soaring. His brain was being fed so much happiness, that he was being put into dazes filled with all the giggle fits. It was such a strange and foreign feeling for him. He’s often warned Thomas of not doing drugs or drinking too much. But Logan was now learning of a new hormone-inducing drug mixture: dopamine and serotonin. The good news was, it doesn’t harm the body but rather helps the body. The bad news was: It was making his body feel weak and tired, while also fogging up his brain. He knew he would never be able to think straight no matter what. But this was ten times worse!

The blanket decided to give Logan another break and unravelled itself from Logan’s upper body. Logan giggled and wiggled around as it dislodged itself from under the shirt, but soon began calming down when it was out. The blanket wrapped itself around Logan’s legs and waist to hug him once again.

Logan didn’t know how he felt about being tickled so much. He loved it on one hand, but another part of him was telling him to get away from the blanket because it was tickling him too much. But the dopamine rush from the tickle attack felt amazing to him! It was like getting an overdose of happiness at disneyland. But...it was just tickling. How could tickling have such a big effect on him that he’s literally fighting with himself on whether he likes it or hates it?

Meanwhile, the blanket could sense his overthinking brain yet again. When will this man ever learn? The blanket decided to see if his legs or knees were ticklish as well. By doing this, the blanket travelled itself down to the bottom of his dress pants and slid each corner right in and up the pant sleeves. Finding the vulnerable knee pits, the blanket fluffed up its fluff a little more and started rubbing the corners against the knee pits.

“Uhuhuh ohohohohoh! HAHAHAhahahahaha! Cohohohome ohohohon blahahankehehehet! Knohohohock ihihihit ohohohoff!” Logan finally begged for the first time.

The blanket, enjoying the giggles, decided to rub just a little faster behind the knee pits. Logan’s laughter quickened quite a bit. “OhohoHOHOHO BOHOHOHOYHY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan laughed more and more.

There was the happy sound! That kind of laughter gave the blanket extra fluffs of excitement! The blanket declared then and there, that Logan would be tickled for a little longer. But Logan didn’t know how he felt about its plans. Logan was kicking his feet, rolling all over the couch and laughing his heart out! And to make things better? Logan had started snorting! And everytime Logan would snort, he would cover up his mouth and muffle his own cackles! It was SUPER adorable!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEATHE!” Logan pleaded as tears of mirth started to well up in his eyes bit by bit.

The blanket was starting to realize that Logan was gonna need a break very soon. So, it tried one more spot: the back of his calves.

And HOLY CRAP! Logan threw his head back and SCREAMED like his body was on FIRE! His scream quickly turned into hysterical, almost insane kind of laughter! And just as quickly, the laughter went silent. That was when the blanket gave him a break. The blanket removed itself from his pant sleeves very gently and laid itself in a pile in front of Logan’s feet.

Logan took a while to calm down, and soon sat himself up. “You gonna make yourself known, Mr. Blanket?” Logan asked.

The blanket stayed still at first.

“Hello?” Logan asked, poking the blanket.

But the blanket refused to move.

Logan narrowed his eyes and picked up the blanket in curiosity.

But suddenly, the blanket wrapped itself around Logan’s shoulders again! Logan giggled and hugged the blanket back. “I knew you were just playing!” Logan reacted. “I’m Logan.” he greeted, holding out his hand.

The blanket shook his hand with a corner and wrapped itself around Logan’s head and shoulders. Logan giggled and snuggled himself into the blanket for a bit. “You’re very soft.” Logan admitted.

The blanket snuggled itself in more. Logan giggled at the snuggles he was getting, and smiled as he closed his eyes.

“I see you found my blanket.” someone said to him. Logan opened his eyes and smiled. It was Virgil. “Not a bad blanket, huh?” He asked.

Logan smiled. “Very cuddly.” Logan replied. “And playful.” Logan added.

Virgil’s smile widened. “His neck is really bad too.” Virgil let it know.

Logan’s eyes widened as he realized what Virgil just told the blanket. Logan quickly struggled to get the blanket off, but ultimately curled up and bursted out laughing. “Wahahait! VIHIHIHIRGAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOHOU EHEHEHEVIHIHIL- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan started kicking his feet and rolling around on the couch once again.

But for Virgil, this was the first tickle attack he’d seen. And BOY, was it MAGICAL! Logan was a laughing, blushing mess, which was usually a rare sight. The only person who’s been able to enjoy this new sight of Logan, was Patton and this blanket! And he could see why Patton wouldn’t stop talking about it: it was so fun to see!

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES TOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!” Logan begged.

“Does it really tickle that badly?” Virgil asked.

“YEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIHIT REHEHEHEALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Logan replied.

“Do you want it to stop though?” Virgil asked.

“KIHIHIHIHINDAHAHAHA.” Logan replied.

Virgil smirked. “So...is that a yes? Or a no?” Virgil asked curiously.

Logan finally worked up the courage to shake his head no. Virgil smiled and watched the rest of the ticklish situation play out from just a few feet away. Since the man didn’t want him to stop the blanket, Virgil was gonna let the blanket tickle him for a while till either Logan would tap out, or the blanket would stop for him.

The blanket slithered itself around from Logan’s neck, to his back, to his sides and ribs again. The blanket did spend some extra time on his back though, because as it turns out: his back was a giggle spot! Logan was arching his back and giggling all cutesy and childish! It was so cute! Someone call Patton and let him know about this secret fact!

Virgil smirked as he looked over at the hiding spot behind the kitchen counter. There was a slightly visible glow of red coming from the side of the counter. Virgil knew exactly who that was: Roman.

Virgil was fully aware that it was really Roman controlling the blanket the entire time. How did he know? Well, apart from the time Roman blew his own cover when he used the blanket on me...the red glow also proved it. The color red, always matched up with the prince. Roman, amidst his blanket controlling, sent Virgil an ‘Okay’ sign for a few seconds before returning to his fun little activity.

The blanket eventually stopped for Logan and gave him a big hug. Logan was still a giggly mess from the tickle attack, but also felt heartwarmed to have yet ANOTHER hug from the loving blanket.

“Awwww! It looks like Mr. Blanket really likes you!” Virgil teased.

“Ihihihi...Ihihi doho tohohoho, blahahankehehet.” Logan replied, patting it nicely. The blanket snuggled into Logan a little more and started to calm down. With all that time spent tickling, the blanket seemed to be getting quite tired. Talk about irony! But Logan didn’t mind. As long as the blanket didn’t develop any more cravings for tickles during his nap, Logan was perfectly okay with the blanket hugging him.

The reality is, he really needed this. Logan probably needed this more than any of the sides did. So to finally get some love without having to gain the courage to ask for it? Literally the best thing anyone could ask for.

...It didn’t take long for Logan to start up another tickle fight…

Let it be known that Logan officially loves tickle fights!

#fluff #ticklefic #ler!roman #lee!logan #ler!blanket #adorable logan

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tickleraptorss · 3 years ago

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hey yknow that one ask game w the characters? yeah i did that w the chocobros

under a read more bc this shit long lol <3 i literally cannot get enough of these boys

noctis

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

uhhhhh definitely like AT LEAST a 9. he’s ticklish as hell.

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

his feets and his hips :D his hips are worse tho.... gentle scribbles get him to squeak

which spots are they not ticklish?

nowhere lol

what is their laugh like?

so so cute... his voice pitches higher when he laughs and it’s quite like?? Light but it gets real loudy and even squeaky if you get the right spots

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

he enjoys it when he’s in the mood for it! he only rly trusts his S/Os with it tho, it’s more a romantic and/or platonic thing for him!

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

def more lee-leaning but he’s generally a switch

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

PROMPTO.... he tickles prompto all. the. time. bc prompto’s just too cute and too ticklish for his own good and the prince loves taking advantage of it :)

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

ignis and gladio get at him pretty often bc he can’t do much to defend himself (i mean, exacting revenge on ignis isn’t always the best idea. and honestly, no one can get themselves out of gladio’s iron grip)

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

if he’s being teased with it then yeah. but other than that he can say it/hear it without freaking out

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

he is so. embarrassed. about being as ticklish as he is. if it was only a little or like average he’d be fine, but since he’s super ticklish he gets rly embarrassed about it. he will lie about it if you ask him, although the blush on his cheeks gives him away p easily

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

depends on the spot. for example, squeezes to his hips are more effective! while gentle skittering gets him all giggly and squeaky, if you want a rly good reaction out of him, squeezes are the way to go. generally gentle scribbles work better on spots like his tummy, sides, ribs, and feet.

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

he likes back tickles…. even though he’s so ticklish he can’t sit still. they’re nice, but his back is covered with lil sweet spots and if you even just brush over one he will die. other than that he likes it…. even if he tries to deny it through his giggles >:)c

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

not really? i mean there’s probably a spot on his legs that’d be uncomfortable but. that’s bc of childhood injury nd stuff.

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

noctis is a little brat, but it’s easy to tickle that brattiness out of him. and he knows this, and definitely uses it to his advantage. noctis doesn’t get lee moods as often as, say, prompto, but he does have them. and his way of getting tickles is by acting extra bratty. although sometimes it backfires, specifically with ignis. because ignis knows he likes it, and often won’t do anything until he asks.

does teasing affect them?

noctis is def affected by teasing, for sure. i mean, reducing the stubborn prince to childish giggling is enough to embarrass him, but teasing him on top of that? his ears will turn red. he will definitely deny the fact that he’s cute and ticklish if you tease him about it (in which you can then tickle him into admitting it haha)

prompto

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

10. maybe an 11. poor chocoboy is too ticklish for his own good

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

his tummy is so sensitive…… he makes the cutest sounds……

which spots are they not ticklish?

lol as if anywhere on prompto couldn’t be ticklish

what is their laugh like?

the best way to describe it is like. it’s cackly, squeaky and high-pitched. snorts on occasion but only if you get at his bad spots

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

prompto. loves. tickling. being tickled, tickling others. he is all for it. sees it as a fun bonding thing!! and he’s never been secretive about it either

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

(points at him) Lee. although he’ll tickle noct sometimes

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

i’d say noctis often falls victim to his random tickle attacks. after all, he has the best chance against noctis bc both gladio and ignis are too Powerful for him. (not that he won’t still try lol)

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

noctis, gladio and ignis all tickle him on a pretty regular basis tbh

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

yessss he can’t say it himself if he’s in a lee mood. outside of that context he can usually say it, but he blushes when he does.

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

not really! if you asked him if he was ticklish he’d be like “yeah i’m p ticklish!” like he knows that he’s gonna get tickled either way so he might as well yknow, be honest. although if you tease him about how ticklish he is he will blush

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

prompto loooooves gentle tickles. little scribbles on his tummy get him all riled up and giggly and flustered and it’s the most adorable thing. and he doesn’t rly try to push you away either he just kinda sits there and takes it and oh my god lil sunshine man

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

he likes being tickled p much everywhere! but he is partial to tummy tickles bc. yknow. worst spot lol

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

nope!

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

oh yeah, although he doesn’t have the same methods noctis does. he’ll usually tickle one of his boyfriends in hopes of them getting back at him, and if that doesn’t work he’ll just ask. although… asking doesn’t come without hesitation, blushing and stuttering ofc.

does teasing affect them?

okay listen of course it does bc. look at prompto. how can you NOT tease him???? he’s so CUTE???? his laugh gets all squeaky when you tease him and he just whines and tries to protest but can’t get anything out through his giggles and AAAA

ignis

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

probably like. 7 or 8. not as bad as prompto or noct but still definitely up there

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

he’s got a lot of sweet spots, altho they’re more obscure. back of his ribs, his ears, the back of his knees. the back of his ribs are the worst tho.

which spots are they not ticklish?

he doesn’t rly have ticklish legs except for the back of his knees.

what is their laugh like?

ignis’ laugh is v unique. kinda deep, but can get higher-pitched, and he also definitely snorts when he laughs

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

ignis doesn’t mind being tickled, but he does thoroughly enjoy tickling any of his boyfriends. he does it more to sorta put them in their place and remind them that he is definitely the most ruthless when it comes to dishing out tickles (despite what gladio might say)

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

more on the ler-leaning switch side!

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

he tickles noctis like. all the time. lil bratty prince needs to know his place. and also he’s cute and ignis likes taking advantage of his weakness. he tickles prompto and gladio too, but noctis is his more common victim.

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

noctis and gladio get at him a lot. prompto not so much bc prompto knows you do not mess with ignis bc ignis doesn’t get even, he gets revenge. (although if prompto’s really in the mood to be wrecked he will go after ignis)

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

nope, ignis can say and hear it without any trouble. even when he’s being teased it doesn’t affect him as much.

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

ignis is p embarrassed abt being ticklish in general, but more so his reactions to it. his boyfriends are v understanding tho so it’s smth that stays between the four of them.

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

gentle tickles…….. especially while teasing…… it gets to him so bad.

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

ignis doesn’t rly have a preference, like i said he doesn’t mind it, but he doesn’t actively seek it out like prompto or noctis do. although don’t tell anyone that he loves having the palms of his hands tickled bc it feels nice no shhhh don’t tell

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

not that i can think of!

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

not really, as stated before ignis doesn’t rly seek it. although he will often jump at any opportunity to tickle noctis.

does teasing affect them?

only certain teases affect ignis. but when they do, they really get to him. his face gets all red up to the tips of his ears, his laughter turns to a higher pitch. it’s adorable. so when noctis discovers that ignis is weak to tickle talk as well, he’s all like (eyes emoji)

gladiolus

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

hmmm he’s the least ticklish of the bunch. probably a 6. i’d say he’s around average ticklishness

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

get under his arms and he’s done for :)

which spots are they not ticklish?

he’s not super ticklish on his back or legs tbh

what is their laugh like?

have you heard him laugh??? it’s so pure i can’t even describe it it’s like. Deep. but goofy. i love it

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

he loves tickling his boyfriends….. and he will never stop loving it. he just thinks the fact that all his boyfriends are super ticklish is really adorable and how could he not use that to his advantage tbh?? he just loves seeing their reactions to the tiniest touch

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

LERRRR oh my god such a ler

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

he tickles prompto, ignis and noctis a lot. iris too.

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

well, noctis and prompto often try to tag team him only to get pinned down and tickled half to death. ignis knows better than to not even try to get back at gladio, bc the couple of attempts there have been, it did not end well for iggy. so gladio doesn’t get tickled too often, it’s only rly when the three of them exact revenge together.

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

nahhh he’s cool with it

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

he doesn’t rly get embarrassed by it. like yeah he’s big strong “i literally picked up a stone pillar bigger than me and bonked a bunch of dragons with it” man but he’s just chill with it. like if you ask him he’ll say that he is ticklish, bc he knows if you try anything he can get back at you very easily.

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

rough. tickles. baby. digging under his arms or into his ribs get the funniest cackles out of him. not to say that gentle tickles don’t affect him at all, he’s just more responsive to rougher tickles.

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

uhh gladio doesn’t get tickled often but. forearm tickles are nice. ignis will occasionally just drag his nails over gladio’s arms and while it’s not enough to make gladio laugh, it’s enough to tickle a little. but it feels nice so he doesn’t mind.

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

nope!

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

he does the opposite. he goes out of his way to find an excuse to tickle any of his boyfriends when he feels like it lol. sometimes there isn’t even a reason other than “i just felt like it”

does teasing affect them?

only in some circumstances. will i elaborate? not really. im tired lol

#boys' night out #raptor's headcanons #tickling

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solletichi · 5 years ago

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Tickly Phantom Thief AU- Part 1

Shuichi was in quite the precarious position.

Dangling from the ceiling with his arms tied above his head, Shuichi could do little but wait there with his limbs pulled taut, trying not to panic.

He attempted to soothe his nerves by calmly recollecting the events that led him to his current position.

After a long while of researching and investigating, Shuichi had finally deduced the whereabouts of the infamous phantom thief’s lair. Noticing a strange pattern of graffiti on an abandoned building that was linked to D.I.C.E, Shuichi’s suspicions were immediately rasied. Unbeknownst to the rest of his detective agency, Shuichi made his way to the hideout to investigate.

While there, he found various papers strewn about the room, appearing to be some sort of blueprints and plans. Investigating the room further led Shuichi to discover a discolored patch of the wall, which was actually a hidden door.

Carefully pressing his palms against the wall, Shuichi fell forward and into darkness. Everything after that was a blur.

Shuichi sighed, trying to maneuver himself out of his bonds. A few hard tugs proved that any struggle was useless, and kicking his legs did nothing. The only other option was to wait patiently for his captor to arrive.

And wait he did.

That was, until he heard a door open behind him, along with the sound of footsteps coming towards him.

“Well, well, well...” An unfamiliar voice began, “What do we have here?”

Shuichi tensed at the sudden appearance of another occupant in the room. He tried to speak, but his voice remained trapped in his throat.

Shuichi remained silent as his captor walked in front of him, finally revealing himself.

There were a few observations Shuichi made right off the bat: His captor was a petite young man, about the same age as he was, and he had plum colored hair that stood out in all different directions at the tips. His overwhelmingly malicious presence more than made up for his small stature, pure evil radiating off of his body. Shuichi shuddered at the sight.

“C’mon, not even a ‘Who are you?’ or ‘Where am I?’, huh? How boring...” The small man picked at his nails, seemingly finding them more interesting than interrogating his captive.

Shuichi swallowed and steeled himself, preparing to speak:

“...You’re part of D.I.C.E., aren’t you?”

The man froze in place and looked up at Shuichi, appearing to be taken off guard. This expression was only momentary, however, as his features then morphed into those of pure joy.

“Ooh, looks like Mister Detective here did his research! Aaand...” he brought a finger up to his lips, smirking deviously. “Why the hell should I tell you?” He gave Shuichi a once-over before returning his gaze to his eyes. “You’re not exactly in a position to be making demands.”

Shuichi grit his teeth, repressing the many emotions he was feeling. Anger, confusion and embarrassment were included in the mix, but the most prominent one was fear. He had no idea what his captor had in store for him, and he didn’t want to find out.

“Let’s get started, shall we? I’m sure you’re dying to know what I’ve got planned for you!” the mysterious man said gleefully.

“...What do you want from me?” Shuichi asked cautiously.

“What do I want?” The man placed a hand on his chest, tilting his head innocently. “I want to have some fun with you, that’s all!”

Shuichi stared blankly, not satisfied with the information he had been given.

The man continued, “And I have the perfect game for us to play!”

He walked up to Shuichi, placing a hand on either side of his waist.

“Don’t laugh.”

Small fingers dexterously pinched at the detective’s waist, moving like frightened spiders. Shuichi had to bite his lip to keep from bursting out laughing.

“Gh! Nnn! Stop it!!”

“Now, now, you heard the rules! Don’t laugh, Shuichi.” He picked up the pace, quickly drumming his fingers along the detecitve’s sides, all while wearing a shit-eating grin.

Shuichi thrashed back and forth, though his struggles were rendered futile due to his strict bondage. He kicked his legs, but that offered him no reprieve from the tingly sensations.

The supposed phantom thief pulled back momentarily, allowing Shuichi to breathe.

“...How... do you know my name?” Shuichi spoke through labored breaths.

“Oh, I forgot to finish explaining the rules of the game!” The thief clapped his hands together, completely ignoring the detective’s question. His sinister grin had returned, causing Shuichi to reflexively tug at his restraints.

“You can guess what happens if you laugh, riiiight?” He leaned forward, hands behind his back.

When Shuichi hesitated to reply, the thief took this as his cue to keep going:

“I’ll tickle the hell out of you!”

Shuichi’s eyes widened, the gravity of the situation finally dawning on him. He was stuck here indefinitely, completely at the mercy of a wicked phantom thief with incredibly unconventional torture methods.

His thoughts were interrupted by the phantom thief inviting himself closer, rolling up the detective’s shirt.

“So tell me, my dear detective...” the thief smirked, looking up at him, “Who do you work for?” He revved up once more, pinching and squeezing at the detective’s hips with no mercy.

“Hnn! I-I work for the Kirigiri detecti- GAH!” Shuichi yelped as the thief’s hands moved lower, tracing the area where his hips met his thighs. The smaller boy’s eyes lit up mischievously.

“Ooh, what was that?” he smirked, teasing the newly found sensitive area, “Did I find a weak spot?”

“D-Don’t!!”

“Don’t what? Don’t tickle you?” The thief’s grin grew wider as Shuichi writhed in place and grit his teeth, struggling to keep his composure. “Poor little you... My darling detective is oh so sensitive~”

“Mmf! S-Shihihit!” Shuichi giggled.

“Uh oh, was that a laugh I heard? Not good, Shuichi! You know what that means! Iiiiit’s punishment time!”

“Wha-?! B-But I- EEYAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Shuichi’s struggles returned with renewed vigor as the thief started circling his navel with the lightest of touches with one finger, and clawed at his side with the other hand.

“Tsk, tsk... And here I was, thinking you were all cool and tough! Guess I was wrong!” he chuckled, “Not that I mind though! Cuz this is definitely not boring, that’s for sure!”

“M-MAKE IT STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEAZE!” the detective thrashed and quivered violently, but it did nothing to diminish the awful tickling feeling coursing throughout his body.

“Next question!” the thief chirped, now lightly scratching at Shuichi’s ribs. “How did you find my super secret hideout?

“I-I JUHUST- FAHAHACKING HEHEHELL!” the detective’s smile spread from ear to ear, and his face was flooded with color as the thief poked and prodded at his torso with an unnerving determination. “THE GRAFIHIHITIHI!”

“Oh, so you picked up on that after all?” the thief responded, “Y’know, maybe I left those clues because I wanted you to find me! Just so that I could lure you here and have soooo much fun with you!”

The thief let up for a second, watching Shuichi pant with tears of mirth in his eyes.

“Last question! I saved the best for last, too!” he giggled childishly, placing his hands on Shuichi’s stomach. The detective shivered at the touch.

“What is my name?”

“What?! There’s no waHAHAHAY AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Shuichi cried, trembling violently in his restraints. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes at this point, threatening to stream down his face.

The thief’s hands roamed all over the detective’s torso, free to do as they pleased what with the detective all tied up like this. His hands froze when he heard Shuichi squeal as he dipped a finger into his navel.

“Ohoho~ Someone’s got a verrry ticklish belly button~ It would be a shame if someone...” the thief moved his face over Shuichi’s navel, “exploited that.”

Shuichi screeched as he felt gentle lips blowing over his stomach, struggling even more as he felt the thief add his hands back into the mix, scratching and squeezing at his hips.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA ENOUHOHOUGH PLEHEHEAZE!” The detective had tears streaming down his face, and his struggles ultimately became weaker as a result of the prolonged tickling.

The thief pulled back, his lips hovering inches above Shuichi’s stomach.

“Psh! Phantom thieves don’t respond to cries for mercy! Now out with it, detective! What’s my name?” He continued teasing the detective’s stomach with the lightest of touches, never failing to make him squirm.

“IHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW! P-PLEHEHEAZE!” Shuichi pleaded, voice growing raspy.

“Fine...” the thief sighed, stepping back from his captive. He watched with amusement as the detective struggled to catch his breath, still giggling a bit even though the tickling had already stopped.

“...So... What is your name?” Shuichi lifted his head to look at the thief, completely spent from all of the tickling.

For once, the thief had no expression. No childlike glee, no malicious smirk- nothing.

“Kokichi...” the thief stated. “Kokichi Ouma.”

Shuichi didn’t respond, still recovering from the torture he had endured.

The thief sighed and turned away.

“Wellll, I guess that’s enough fun for one day. Wouldn’t wanna torture my beloved Shuichi too much!” The thief began to walk away, only to be stopped by the detective’s sudden cry.

“Wait!” Shuichi yelled, “...You never answered my question. How do you know my name?”

The thief’s malicious grin had returned as he quickly spun on his heel to reply. He put a finger up to his lips and responded:

“I’ll tell you, my beloved detective... When we meet again.”

And with that, the thief- Kokichi- exited the room, leaving Shuichi a flushed mess all by himself.

When we meet again...

Shuichi’s mind felt hazy as he tried reviewing the information he had just obtained. No matter how hard he tried, his eyelids seemed to be closing on their own, and before he knew it...

Everything went black.

#AHAHHAHSGAHAHS RIP SHUICHI #but what if #shuichi got revenge...?#haha jk... unless?#tickling #tickle fic #my writing #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma

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eldritchtickles · 5 years ago

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Saw u requested Critical role t-word art from my other fav blog and can I just say Bless U! I’ve been looking for content in the CR fandom for ages and haven’t found a drop of hc or pics of fic before for it! Have you got any t-lee hc for the mighty nein perhaps? Always good to compare notes (no pressure if u don’t want to tho! You stay in ur comfort zone!)

Oh boy do I got HCs,,,,,,,,, Tho I’m super glad you enjoyed the commission cause honestly I love it too!! But ye, here’s some HCs under the cut!!

Mighty Nein Tickle HCs:

Caleb:Definitely a very reluctant lee, full of red cheeks and embarrassment as soon as anyone finds out he’s ticklish (god you should’ve seen the poor wizard once Jester found out, he was a fuckin mess). In terms of his reactions, he’s very reserved! Small twitches and soft giggles that he hides behind a hand. Worst spots are his sides, neck, ears, and palms. Very susceptible to light tickles, Frumpkin’s nuzzles can be ticklish.

Nott:She will bite you, and she will bite you hard. Can’t imagine she’s a big fan of being tickled tbh, tho I’d say its more a trust issue than the sensation itself. If you do manage to catch her unawares, it’s full of screeching and kicking and loud “FUCK YOU”s that are sure to make it look like you’re killing her lmao. Worst spots are her tummy and ears!!

Jester:Listen. This girl is the biggest fucking switch. Tickling is a favourite prank of hers, but if you decide to get revenge she takes it with open arms! Or maybe it’s more apt to say with raised arms~. Honestly she loves being tickled, it’s just such a happy and fun activity between her and her friends. Big on tickle fights, though if you get the upper hand you wont hear her say stop once. Biggest spots are her feet (silly tickle rhymes kill her), underarms, and knees!

Beau:It’s always funny to see the tough cookies break, and our resident monk is no exception. Though her tough facade breaks almost immediately. Poke her and she shouts like you just tazed her! She’s a big fighter, watch out for impromptu flurry of blows, but eventually wears out and lays there a red faced, crying mess. Fjord thinks it is absolutely hilarious, but she doesn’t really hate it. Depends on her mood. Spots are hips, thighs, and underarms!

Fjord:My boy. Baby boy. I fuckin love Fjord, and he is an absolute baby to tickles. All his actor’s bravado melts away as he lets out loud belly laughs. It’s sorta nice seeing him laugh in this way since it’s one of the times he doesn’t hide his tusks from view! He comes out of a tickle attack bright faced and giggly, and tells people to definitely never ever do that ever again, but his inability to keep a smile away says different. His spots are (as seen in my commission lmao) tummy, ribs, armpits!

Yasha:This girl needs to be happy. I imagine in Yasha’s tribe tickles weren’t a thing, so she sees this as a “weird Empire ritual thingy”. Though that’s not to say she hates it! She likes it to an extent, mostly in a friendly and playful way. But watch out, cause if you get her in a playful mood she is a literal tickle monster~. Her tickly spots are few, mostly feet and knees!

Caduceus:Growing up in a large family (and being the annoying middle child he is), Cad is more than comfortable with ticklish antics! With the rest of the Nein though he’s not one to instigate it, but if you decide to tickle him he’ll kinda half heartedly push you away. Honestly he’s such a cute lee?? His laughs are super bubbly and happy, with a few soft snorts seeping out now and then. Definitely most sensitive on his ribs and stomach!

And as a bonus...

Mollymauk:Do you expect this little shit to not be a fuckin tickle terror??? Honestly he’s on par with Jester in terms of starting tickle fights, only he’s a much bigger teasing shit. He’s also probably the most likely out of everyone to have a bit of a kink for it but shh. But besides that, he mostly uses it to tickle people to tears and then walk away nonchalantly, king of tickle fights. As a lee, it’s full of hollow threats through a happy grin and loud, squeak filled laugh! He is a walking tickle spot, but his feet are a big spot. When Yasha sat on his ankles and went to town, it definitely stopped him attacking her for at least an hour, which is a record lmao.

#god that must be the longest ive written in over a year lmao #Anonymous #im here to write a fic for cr now cause this was fun lmao #send in an ask if anyone wants to see one!

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hardyimagines · 6 years ago

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An Eternity

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Hey ! Are you taking requests? If so could you write an Alfie Solomon's imagine where they're actually childhood sweethearts and have always been together? Just general fluff between two lovers. 🖤 @peakysnacks

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Friday, January 20th

“Jesus, Alfie.. How many times do I have to tell you!” There was a sharpness in your words, an undertone of a warning he sensed. The desk you were perched up on was growing to be uncomfortable. Your legs were spread wide, feet propped up on his thighs as he resided between your own, seated in his chair. His lips were moving along the length of your inner thigh, scratchy beard scraping your sensitive flesh as he climbed higher and higher, eager to place those plump lips of his against your, he already knew, soaked core. The heels on the base of your shoe were growing to be quite painful as they sunk more firmly into his legs, so he let out a harsh growl before placing his hands on the backs of your calves. Yanking you forward and down, onto his lap, he moved his hands up and around to your hips. You were eye-level with him now.

“Tell me what, pet?” He carried the same tone you did. His mouth found your jaw, lazily kissing the length of it. His lips were creating a lengthy trail to your ear. A breathy hum of delight escaped your parted lips, fingers wrapping in the front of the man’s shirt in order to hold him in place.

“Not to bite my thigh.” You hissed out breathily before slowly wounding your arm around his shoulders. Clutching on to him as he neared your weak spot, your eyes grew droopier by the second, fluttering and fluttering until they closed completely. Arching into him the second his tongue slid over your earlobe, you bit your bottom lip.

“I was hungry.” He teased quietly. Your ankles rotated, legs swinging as they hung off of the sides of the seat. Leaning back sharply at his poor excuse, you lifted your hand to his throat in order to steady him.

“Hungry? I was giving you a perfectly fine meal. You don’t have to try and eat my thigh everytime I let those nasty lips of yours anywhere near me.” Laying your hands flat against his chest, you pat his pecks before rising. Feet planted on either side of his thighs on the wooden floor, you hunched over, hot breaths hitting his ear. “Now you’ll have to starve, Mr. Solomons.” Climbing off of him completely, you fixed the navy blue dress that embraced your form before moving around the table and collapsing in a chair parallel to him. The seat was comfortable and gave you a nice lounging place. Alfie stared at you in shock, mouth watering and stomach growling. He still had quite the appetite and the only thing he’d settle for was the space between your legs. His chair moaned out as he stood and the second he approached, you began to giggle.

Alfie Solomons. How did one put him in words?

Intimidating. Funny. Handsome. Mean. But sweet when he wants to be. Amazing in bed. Hairy. Cuddly. Possessive. Defensive. In love with power. Difficult. Disobedient.

His tongue ran along your slit slowly, taking his time to worship every part of you.

Giving. Patient.

He yanked your legs open before gripping your calves and guiding them around his head so he could delve deeper.

Maybe impatient.

A loud rumble of laughter escaped your lips as he suckled on the most sensitive space, the little bundle of nerves. You locked your hand in the back of his hair, tugging feverishly. You hated how ticklish you were, but it didn’t stop the man, currently feasting on you, in the slightest.

Faithful. Opinionated. Verbal.

You’d been dating him since you’d been in your 6th year of school. You could still remember the day little Alfie Solomons had approached you in the cafeteria lunch line, grabbed ahold of your hand, and asked if you’d be his girlfriend. Wouldn’t it be cute if that had lasted all this time?

Sharing juice boxes and sneaking kisses at recess. He was absolutely infatuated with you at such a young age. Ten years old was so young to fall in love, but he didn’t realize until he was sixteen. You were a little bit younger, but he wasn’t bothered by the fact. He turned into this clingy, obsessed, desperate teenage boy who tried his hardest to be sly, collected, discreet about his feelings, but he was so obvious. And you were so in love with him. Being younger made you curious. It made you interested. But being with someone whom you’d had a previous cute relationship with when you were just a little girl gave the whole situation some comedic relief.

Alfie was the kindest boy you’d ever met. He walked you to class. Walked you home. Took you to lunch. Bought you flowers. Took you on cute dates, gave you sweet kisses. He was very respectful when it came to you, so when the pair of you decided that you were going to love one another for eternity.. well, you hadn’t really complained.

Now here you were, legs draped over your husband’s shoulders, slouched crookedly in a chair as the man knelt on his knees, eating you as if you were a ripe piece of fruit, tender and juicy. And so very delicious. Your hands curled tighter in his brown locks. He was nearing forty now which meant he’d loved you for almost twenty years. Your eyes clamped shut. Oh, how he loved you. Life didn’t get better than this. Spending forever with your best friend by your side was a fairy tale. It was what you read about in story books, it wasn’t what people were lucky enough to actually experience.

“Mr. Solomons!” The loud shout belonged to none other than Ollie, Alfie’s right hand man. “Alfie!” The voice came again, growing to be increasingly louder. But Alfie didn’t stop what he was doing, not until your thighs quaked and your head tipped back, mouth hanging open in a silent cry. He wiped the moisture from his beard and swiftly fixed your dress before standing in front of you. Apart from his heavy breaths and your occasional trembling as you recovered from your orgasm, nothing was unusual. “Mr.. Solomons, sir, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Ollie spoke the second he threw the door open. “There’s a man here, Luca something.. says he’s here to speak about Tommy Shelby.” Ollie’s words shook, similar to his body — and yours. He was stood in front of Alfie with a quivering lip and a towel in his hands, wringing it nervously.

“Changretta.” Alfie stated simply before sending Ollie away with a wave of his hand. “Tell him I’ll meet him downstairs, yeah?” The lad in the door nodded once. Ollie bid you a brief good morning before twisting around and vanishing from the room. The sound of his footsteps racing down the flight of stairs could be heard as you and Alfie exchanged a silent look.

“Now what business could you possibly have with Luca Changretta?” You whispered breathily before pushing yourself up from your slouched position in the seat. Moaning out under your breath, you stood to smooth down your dress.

“Nothing that concerns you, is it, pet?” He pinched the sleeve of your dress before dragging you toward him. Your side pressed to his front. “You stay up here, stubborn lass, I’ll be right back, yeah?” His lips skimmed your temple before he nudged you toward his office chair. You obeyed simply because you knew better than to get involved with any of Alfie’s allies or enemies, it was never good for them to see how much the man loved you. Knowing a man’s weakness was like holding a gun to his head. You dropped down in the chair before laying your elbows on the arm rests, warm eyes gliding along his calm expression. He was never worried. Typically, he got what he want. And when he didn’t? Well.. he still managed to get something.

Alfie sent a quick wink your way before removing the spectacles from his face and instead allowing them to drape around his neck. He licked his lips before twisting around and heading out of the room. His boots were much louder than Ollie’s retreating ones had been. They were much more hollow and deep. Your fingertips lazily grazed the desk before sliding to the corner so you could mess with the lamp that sat, perched, on the corner of the table. Caressing the string absentmindedly, you twisted it around your finger before swiftly tugging it and turning the bright bulb on. You tugged again and it cut off. Again, and again, you repeated the lazy action, eyes glistening when the bulb would illuminate your face. Alfie usually took around an hour with these meetings of his so you’d busy yourself with fidgeting.

The tip of your finger slid south to the desk’s drawers. Hauling them open one by one, you rummaged through the contents. Unsurprised to find a disorganized clutter in the first drawer and a revolver in the second, you nudged the both of them shut with your palm before looking toward the tall vanity in the corner. Books, you could read. You could organize the clutter. Sort through paperwork. Sign his signature on documents he’d already approved of.

You stood from the chair and moved around the large desk to the window. Peering out of the thing, you stared down at the men below, hard at work. The machinery was relatively loud, lots of chirping and whirring. You scrunched your features up, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed as you watched. You didn’t have the best vision, so pulling strange faces was what it took in order to see clearly. Alfie wasn’t in the room you were peering in. He was probably further down the corridor, sat in a chair or on a barrel with his cane laid over his lap. You bit your bottom lip before leaning agaisnt the smudged window. You wondered silently how after years and years of loving this man, the feelings hadn’t faded. You’d never believed in true love as a child. Not until you’d hit your teens and the boy you were dating made you swoon unimaginably. You missed him already and he’d only been gone for a few minutes.

Pushing yourself off and away from the glass, you moved to the door so you could haul it open and head downstairs to converse with some of the men. Everyone knew you — and why wouldn’t they, you’d been here since the very beginning. They’d known you as long as they’d known Alfie and whenever the blokes had been introduced, you’d been stood tall at your husband’s side. ‘Off limits’ he’d told them all. They’d hardly looked at you during there first few months of work, but now they were friendly, kind, more than willing to associate with you as long as you initiated it.

You spent the next hour propping yourself up on tables, talking to whoever seemed to be the least amount of busy. The men doing the work tended to pause momentarily in order to hold conversation with you and you found it quite polite. You liked all the men here well enough. But Ollie, whiner he was, was your favorite. “Oh!” You excused yourself sweetly from a conversation you’d formed between three men. Wiggling past them, you raced after Alfie’s right-hand man. “Ollie.” In the nick of time, you’d gripped his elbow and lugged him back. He was about to go into the room Alfie was in. “Question.” You peered up at the tall lad.

Ollie shook his head. “I ain’t discussing Changretta with you. Alfie’ll have my head. He’s not in a good mood, Miss, Changretta’s really agitating him.” You narrowed your eyes before looking toward the door. Folding your arms slowly, you inhaled deeply. You took a step forward so you could at least call your husband out of the room to check in on him, but Ollie gripped your wrist and gently drew you back. “You can’t go in there. Really, ma’am, Alfie wants you as far away from Luca Changretta as possible. That man in there, he..” There was no time for Ollie to finish. The door beside the pair of you was yanked open and a heavily breathing Alfie stood in the doorway.

“Ollie.” He ground out before extending his arm. He snatched the papers from the boy — an inquisitive look in his eye as to why the boy was taking so long, but once he looked toward you, he realized. “Get upstairs.” He demanded rather loudly.. harshly, before beginning to move back into the room. You stepped around Ollie then and swiftly gripped the belly of Alfie’s shirt.

“I’m sorry?” You lifted a brow. Your eyes shimmered with disbelief. Surely he wasn’t talking to you in such a manner. Alfie stared down at you with a look that said ‘I don’t have time for this’, but he didn’t want to rile you up.

“Pet, please.” His hand found the crook of your hip, lazily tracing the silky fabric that hugged your form. “Go on up there and keep my seat warm for me, right, I’ll be up there in just a fucking second.” He was getting angry. You heard it in the harshness of his ‘f’. You eased your grip on his shirt before leaning up and stealing the softest kiss. It was apologetic for leaving the office, but also a way of telling him that he wasn’t off the hook for shouting at you the way he just had. You spun on your heel and made movement to leave, but the door opened wider and the man they’d been trying to keep you away from stood behind Alfie.

“Who’s this?” The new voice chimed in. It wasn’t deep like Alfie’s or husky like his either. It was rather unexpected — light. You peered up at him before pursing your lips and rudely twisting away. A clear indication you had no interest in speaking to him. Making your way away from the man and the introduction, your heels clacked noisily against the hard floor as you headed back toward the stairs. Every man in the distillery was looking toward Changretta, all guarded and ready to step forward if Alfie needed them. Alfie waved his arm, signaling them all to get back to their work before he looked to Changretta.

“She’s a bit off limits, mate. To talk about, you know, so we, yeah, can discuss whatever else it were about my good friend, Tommy Shelby, or you can be on your way, innit. You remember where it was, don’t you, the exit.” His thumb ushered over his shoulder and toward the door. Changretta snarled before setting his hand on Alfie’s back. Patting it, he turned around and headed back toward the man who’d been stood at his side the whole time.

“I think we’ve done all the talking we need, Mr. Solomons. Just need a verbal agreement from you now,” His brows twitched. “Do we have a deal?” The bloke inquired. Alfie narrowed his eyes in the slightest before settling back down on the barrel he’d made his seat earlier. He pulled a grimace, fingers twitching as they curled around his cane. He tsked lowly before adjusting himself. Tommy was right about Changretta.

“No negotiation, then?” Alfie rose from his place. “Ollie, see the lad out, yeah.” Ruffling his messy locks, he retreated from the room, tuning out Changretta’s shouts to be acknowledged. Alfie didn’t care. He was done talking. He passed Ollie with a quiet swear before he opened the door and made his way back through the distillery, pausing long enough to ensure that word got around to avoid Luca Changretta. He popped his back before he climbed the stairs, arms bent back and around him so he could push his thumbs into his spine. The delightful feeling made him capable of climbing the flight of steep steps without having to pause.

You were sat on the seat behind the desk, fingertips curled around one of the pens he had inside the cup holder. The tip smoothly slid along the paper on the surface as you lazily wrote out a variety of random words. Boredom had gotten the best of you. The door in the corner opened with a creak and when you looked toward the doorway to find the man you’d assumed entered, you lifted a brow. “He’s gone, then?” Alfie nodded once. You sensed the tension he felt — and not because of his stiff back. Standing from the seat, you laid the pen down and made your way over to him. Your hands lifted to his arms. “I won’t pry, but can you just tell me you’re safe.” He looked heavy. Like Luca Changretta had just tied an anchor around your husband’s shoulders. “Alfie?” You spoke quietly when he didn’t reply. It took him a few more moments, but when he registered that he was being spoken to, he pressed his lips together before letting them pop.

“Luca Changretta, yeah, he wants me to help him in the murdering of Tommy fucking Shelby.” Alfie peered down at you, waiting to see the inevitable shock cross your pretty features. It did. Your lips parted and your eyes widened.

“Thomas.. Shelby? Surely you said no?” The twitch of your upper lip told the man that if he hadn’t said no then he was in for a rude awakening.

“Course I didn’t give the fucker a verbal answer, did I, pet. Just walked out on him, right, the bloke knows, id never harm a mate of mine.” Alfie mumbled under his breath as he slipped past you. He moved toward the cabinet in the corner. Pinching the rusted handles, he tugged on the drawers and removed the bottle of whisky. You scoffed.

“Jesus, Alfie. I hope you know what you’re doing.. I mean, you hardly know this Changretta or what he’s capable of.” Setting your hands on your hips, your eyes trailed along his back, watching the muscles flex beneath the thin white shirt he wore as he poured himself a shot of the liquor.

“Right, then, have you fucking forgot who you’re married to, dove?” He turned around, small glass cradled in his fist as he faced you completely. “He’s more terrified of me, then I am of him, pet. Hes heard things, innit, from all the blokes who’ve had the pleasure of doing business with me.”

“As big and scary as you are, Mr. Solomons, I don’t think he’s going to feel too threatened. He wouldn’t have shown up at your workplace and..” Alfie gave you a dismissive look. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. He heaved a loud sigh, one that silenced you from speaking any further.

“Right, you’re worrying, ain’t ya?” He tipped the drink back and swallowed it all in one gulp before discarding the glass on his desk. Moving toward you, his wide palms found the ones on your hips. Gently taking ahold of you, he pulled you in close. “You think lanky, little, Changretta is gonna hurt me?” The look in your eye told him he was right. “I’ve had a lot of enemies since I’ve been doing this, pet, right, and nobody’s even come close, have they?” Apart from a few bar brawls and drunken street fights, no. Your head shook. “That’s right, and nobody’s gonna come fucking knocking at our door to hurt me because I don’t fuck no one over, do I?” He sighed once more before leaning in and pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Alfie.” Your head tilted back so you could see him completely. “You just had a discussion with a man you just met about killing a man you’ve known for a few months, I think that classifies as ‘fucking someone over’. And Thomas doesn’t seem too forgiving..” Your hand lifted to his cheek, fingertips delicately tracing the length of his skin. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.” He straightened defensively at your words before slowly shaking his head.

“We’re not going down that road, pet, that’s enough. Right. I’m here, im fine. There’s not gonna be any fucking trouble, I swear it.” The hand you’d placed on his cheek had slid down to his neck and now resided there. Lazily caressing his heated skin, you took a deep breath before shrinking away from him. You’d believe what he said because it sounded so comforting. So believable. Whether or not it was true — you didn’t know, but it was nice to calm your scattered thoughts for the time being. You patted his forearm before moving to the corner to stand by the window. Propping it open in the slightest so some fresh air could waft through, you exhaled. “Lets head home, yeah?” The sound of the man lifting his coat from the back of his chair could be heard because of how heavy the fabric was. It was only mid-day, so you thought it was rather unusual for him to just decide to go home, but you didn’t complain. Alfie took your hand and tugged you away from the window and your body obediently went along with his.

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Monday, January 23.

Trouble hasn’t come knocking and you knew if there was any to expect, it would’ve been here by now. The sun was low in the sky, very distant as it lowered itself down, down, down to hide behind the mountains. The rain was falling softly, a quiet pitter patter as it bounced off of the cement and rolled toward the sewers. The hot pot on the stove smelled delicious, steam escaping from the lid placed on top of the nearly fully-cooked meal. Alfie was sitting at the dinner table, newspaper in hand, opened fully. The corners kept folding so he’d jerk the thin paper back into place, blue eyes running along the pages with curiosity. The spectacles on his face kept falling from their rightful position, so he’d wrinkle his nose in a poor attempt to return them to their previous spot, but they wouldn’t budge — and when he settled for pushing them up with his pointer finger, they just slid back down two seconds later.

Opening the cabinet, you pulled out two bowls and filled each one with the hot soup. Pinching two ice cubes, you dropped them into the bowls and stirred the icy blocks around. Lifting the dishes from the counter, you carried the both of them to the table and set one down in front of Alfie before placing the other in front of your vacant chair. Cyril gobbled his food down noisily in the corner, chomping like he hadn’t eaten in months. You smiled fondly before grabbing the shakers of salt and pepper and then settling down at the man’s side. Your knee bumped his beneath the table before your warm palm slid to his leg. “Earth to Alfie?”

His eyes lifted to yours over the rim of the paper. He instantly closed the thing and rolled it up before shoving it beneath his thigh. “Sorry, pet,” He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. “Thank you for the food.” The sound of his rings clinking against the silverware was a soft, regular occurance. He sunk his utensil into the bowl without hesitation, ready to devour the food in front of him, but you swiftly reached for his wrist and ceased his impatient movements.

“I swear I’m married to a child. Honey, you’re going to burn your tongue.” He always did. You lowered the spoon back down to his bowl and shook your head. “Stir the ice cube around, it’ll cool it down enough for you to eat it right away.” Alfie did so. He smiled lopsidedly in your direction before, with care this time, lifting another spoonful. He blew on it for extra measure before taking a bite. His stomach growled out in enjoyment, instantly begging for more and he hadn’t even swallowed the first bite yet, he was letting his tongue absorb the taste, savoring it because he knew he’d finish it in minutes.

The pair of you sat in the kitchen for a while, making small conversation as you ate. He was exhausted from the long day at work and you were the same. You helped out, basically working as his assistant but he’d never label you such a thing seeing as between the two of you, you were in charge.

The sun was gone now. The sky was dark. The pair of you had eventually made your way to the living room to curl up on the sofa and rest. Alfie still had his newspaper and you had a full belly. The dishes in the kitchen were washed and put away, the floor was swept, and Cyril had been taken to use the restroom so your tasks for the night were done. It was time to just be. Your head was propped up against Alfie’s arm, eyes gliding along the pages of your book as the dying fire in the center of the room casted it’s dimming light on the pair of you. The soft crackling of the logs of wood was peaceful as you lost yourself in the fictional world you held in your hands. Alfie read something much more realistic, checking up on the real world. His hand resided on your leg, lazily tracing your warm flesh as he used his free hand to pinch the now folded paper. Before the pair of you had gotten too comfy, you’d gone upstairs to brush your teeth and change into a nightgown, but Alfie was still dressed for work. Trousers, boots, white shirt, vest, suspenders, chains, rings, the entire lot.

His finger ran from the smooth flesh of your knee all the way up and along your thigh until the pad of his thumb found the jagged space of your inner thigh where a rather large scar resided. It tore his attention away from the paper instantly, blue eyes narrowing toward the gash. He shifted, leaning forward to get a better view. How had he forgotten about the mark? He’d had his face buried between these very thighs not too long ago, but he supposed something as tender as a tongue wasn’t going to notice the difference in texture when moving so rapidly and hurriedly toward its destination. He was infatuated with the blemish. “Pet?” His voice was hoarse from not speaking for a while. Your ears twitched.

“Fire.” You whispered to him quietly. “It’s a burn, Alfie.” Adjusting your leg to discreetly try and brush his hand — and attention — away from the spot, you flipped the page of your book and tried to continue reading, but your focus was now on your husband.

“How’d I forget about it, then? When the fuck were you in a fire?” The blatant confusion on his face was enough to make you smile. He looked so innocent. Such a dangerous trait to have.. so deceiving for someone who didn’t know this man. Your lips pursed. Memorizing the page number, you shut the novel and set it to the side before moving closer to him.

“When I was fourteen. It was right before we started dating. Don’t you remember? The car fire?” Attempting to jog his memory was hard. He was horrible with memories. “I was driving home and the steering wheel jammed. I couldn’t turn.. when I crashed, I got wedged in and the fire started so suddenly.” You could tell he was straining his ears, listening so intently. “Just a sliver of the flame got me, when I eventually wiggled out.” Your eyes dropped to the scar, adjusting your leg so he could see it more clearly. His eyes lowered along with yours, scrutinizing the mark before he leaned forward further. His fingertips brushed along the tissue before he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

“I can’t believe I don’t remember that, pet. And I can’t believe I’ve never fucking noticed it either.” Your eyes shifted back to your closed book.

“I thought you’d noticed.. maybe you just didn’t want to ask about it.” The flame in the pit died completely, leaving the pair of you in the dark. You wiggled closer to him, seeking the warmth and comfort that only he could offer.

“No, pet, definitely fucking not, yeah. I wouldnt be shy to ask my wife about a little mark.” His hand slid up to your chin, lazily beginning to caress it.

“Yeah. Well, it’s not the prettiest spot to have.” Rising from the cushion before he could register what you’d said, you moved to the fireplace and swiftly lit a match. Chucking it into the hole so the logs would ignite once more, you twisted around to find your husband with narrowed eyes and another look of confusion.

“Right, tell me if I’m wrong, pet, but are you saying that you, yeah, you think that spot makes you fucking ugly?” Alfie stood from the sofa and tossed his paper down on the coffee table. Stepping over Cyril who was fast asleep at the foot of the couch, he approached you with a look of disbelief. Words never worked with you, he’d learned that in the beginning. You stared up at him, suckling on your bottom lip because you knew he was about to lecture you over your comment. He’d call you beautiful, tell you that the gash was nothing to be ashamed of, and while you waited for him to say what you assumed he would, you shut your eyes for just a brief moment.

Alfie knelt down on the floor in front of you. His wide palm found the back of your thigh and his free hand slid to your calf. Turning your leg so that the scar was completely visible, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the permanent damage. His mouth was tender, slow, sweet and warm. Your eyes fluttered open in surprise, fingertips twitching before slowly moving to the top of his head. His kisses werent rushed. They didn’t move north in order to make this sexual. His fingers kneaded your skin delicately, mouth opening against your scar so he could whisper.

“I’nt a thing fucking wrong with this here beauty, pet.” His words were heavy, genuine, hot breaths drying the now wet scar. “Not a fucking thing.” You bit your bottom lip before slowly lowering yourself down in front of him. Looping your arms around his neck, you shuffled closer so it was your lips that now rested centimeters apart.

“I was so sad during that time, Alfie.. so drained and exhausted. I felt so alone.” Your fingertips traced the sides of his head, twisting lazily in his brown locks. “And then you showed up.. ready to wow me like you had when we were just kids.” Alfie’s lips curved upward slowly, hands moving to your sides. “Do you remember our first kiss?” The question was soft. Alfie almost hadn’t heard you. It was quite random seeing as it wasn’t relative to the previous topic, but he didn’t mind. He assumed you were done discussing the scar and he didn’t want to push and pry so he let it go.

“When I was ten or when I was sixteen?” He inquired. His body fell back so he could sit instead on his rear. He drew you forward and into his lap, arms wounding around you as he stared up at your features. Half of your face was glowing from the dancing flame and the other was casted in a dark shadow. His was the same.

“Sixteen.” You whispered before nibbling on your bottom lip. When he was ten and you were eight, he’d stolen offguard kisses — pecks, and you’d thought he was annoyingly cute.

Alfie’s lips curved upward. “No, remind me.”

—

1895.

The snow crunched noisily beneath your boots as you made your way down the dark, crowded streets. The trousers you wore, suggested by a family doctor, hid the bandage wrapped around your thigh, protecting your burn from infection. The top you wore was something your mother had helped you to create from an old dress you no longer wore and you actually found the outfit to be quiet cute. The heavy jacket, puffed out like a marshmallow, protected you from the merciless, icy winds, whipping your hair in this direction and that. Luckily you had curled it so even if it were messy, it would still look good.

The lights in the distant were a clear indication that that was your destination and the large banner that read ‘happy birthday’ was another sign you were getting closer and closer. You didn’t even know why you were attending this event, you hardly liked the birthday girl. But your mother had urged you to go, to get out of the house and be a teenager for once. So you’d listened after a lot of nagging.

The closer you got, the louder the music became. It was almost deafening. People raced by you to beat you to the entrance, party lights bordering the entry way. You entered with a shy expression plastered on your face, fingers brushing through your strands to do your best and blindly situate them. Everyone in the room cradled a drink and wore a drunken smile as they clumsily weaved past each other. Nobody here looked familiar and it was because they were all at least two years above you so you didn’t know what you’d end up doing. Internally, your brain told you to turn around and leave — go back home while you still could, you were going to wound up stood in a corner for the entirety of the night. You turned around to head for the door, but instead slammed into someone. Reeling back in surprise, your fingers caught on to your victim, apology instantly leaving your lips.

“Shit, sorry, I..” The clumsy excuse was seconds from fully escaping you. The lad in front of you was handsome. Dark hair, green eyes, sincere smile.

“Don’t worry about it. It isn’t the first time to happen tonight.” His words eased your embarrassment a little. The boy looked toward your coat briefly before shuffling his feet. “Do you want me to take that for you?” His smile was humorous, soft, very kind as he extended his arm. You nibbled on your bottom lip before pushing out all the anxiety and worry that swarmed you. Removing the coat, you handed it over to him gratefully before licking your lips. It was hard to hear him when he asked if you wanted to go get a drink, so when you didnt respond, he took your hand and led you to the kitchen. It was significantly quieter.

The boy’s name was Sailor. He was almost seventeen. He had visible freckles that were scattered along his cheeks, nose, and forehead. Green eyes, so easy to get lost in. A white-toothed smile. He was dressed down in a baggy shirt with some trousers and although the attire probably would’ve looked horrible on others, he could pull it off. The pair of you stood, leaning against parallel counters, conversing for what felt like forever. It was actually quite nice and you didn’t want anything to interrupt it — especially not the goon who came tumbling into the room.

Your head turned over your shoulder at the noisy bloke that stumbled in. Cup in hand and lopsided grin on his lips, the boy merely glanced toward Sailor before letting his eyes drop on you. Both of you scanned one another, curious to know why you looked so familiar. You realized why first, but when Alfie did, you were sure the whole house heard him.

“Y/N!” The cup in his hand fell to the counter at his side. “How the hell have you been?” The question was over-eager, voice too loud for his own good. He was definitely intoxicated, but his red, warm cheeks gave that away before his loud words.

“Good, Alfie.. I’ve been good.” Your smile was gentle, sweet, amused, concerned. He almost toppled over when he moved toward you. Half of you wondered if he was really this shitfaced or if his brain had merely convinced him he was because he was young, stupid, and drinking. You peered up at him before looking toward Sailor. The boys apparently knew each other because when they made eye contact, it was like a switch had been flipped and tension swarmed the room. Alfie wasn’t aware Sailor was talking to you at first, but now that he was, he felt instantly protective.

Sailor was a pretty boy. A charmer. A handsome fellow who knew exactly what to say and what to do to get any girl he wanted — and once he got them, he trashed them. Alfie narrowed his eyes before attempting to sober up. “You look good, yeah, great actually, fucking beautiful.” He grumbled out softly. Sailor sensed Alfie was trying to swoop in so he shook his head.

“Mate, come on, take yourself elsewhere. Y/n and I are having a nice conversation, don’t be a cunt.” Sailor placed his hand on Alfie’s back and made movement to usher him out of the room.

“Mate.” Alfie shoved the boy off. “I’ll have you know I’m technically still dating the lass. Every since we was ten.” He let out a low chortle before looking in your direction. “Never broke up with me, did you, pet?”

“It was insinuated.” You lifted your brows before laying your hand on the counter. Looking toward Sailor, you pulled your lips in. “He’s harmless, it’s fine.” Your fingers wrapped around Sailor’s gently before dragging him toward you so you could continue with your conversation. Alfie watched intently, a twinge of envy forming in his chest. He lifted his hand to the back of his head and scratched at his scalp.

“Pet?” Alfie cut in again. “Mind if I steal you for just a second. I just want to catch up.” Your eyes moved between Sailor’s, studying them before you bit your cheek. You didn’t blame Alfie for being persistent.. it had been a long time since you’d seen one another and Sailor was technically still a stranger.

“Okay, can you go find us a private space..” Your voice was too low for Alfie to hear. “And I’ll talk to him in the meantime?” Sailor folded his arms before giving you a short nod. He slipped past you without so much as a brush of the fingers or a smile. You turned around slowly, innocent eyes latching on to your very first boyfriend.

Alfie stood with a smug grin, fingers twitching before he shoved them into his pockets. He whistled lowly before stepping forward and toward you. “Look at you. All grown up now, ain’t ya?” His eyes fell to your trousers. “And wearing men’s pants.”

“They’re fashionable.” Your lips curved upwards. Eyeing the man under an unwavering stare, you studied him. He was very handsome. Far too handsome. Brown hair, floppy, long enough to brush your hands through. Dangerous, blue eyes, so luring and rather intoxicating. Plump lips with such a dashing smile. He had seemingly permanent lines on his forehead which only became deeper when he would smile.

“Yeah, pet, I think you’re probably the only female in the fucking world, right, who’s able to pull those ugly fuckers off.” He slunk toward you, finger lifting to trace one of the belt loops on your slacks. There was a moment of silence. “Where’d you run off to, hm? Haven’t seen you in what feels like forever, innit.”

“My mom had a job transfer.. I go where she goes, you know.” Staring up at him, your eyes flickered along his face, admiring him blatantly.

He grunted in understanding, finger continuing to lazily stroke the hem of your trousers. He swiftly hooked his finger in the loop and drew you in closer to him. “You couldve said goodbye, you know, right, you were my best friend.” Your hand lifted to his chest, pressing against it flatly to keep some amount of space between the two of you.

“Easy, Solomons.” You whispered. “I didn’t have the chance. I cried about it for a week if that makes you feel any better.” Distancing in the slightest, your hand dropped to his but only so you could gently brush his touch off. It was wrong to flirt with Sailor and then let this boy put his hands on you, wasn’t it?

“Slightly.” He chuckled, but your touch silenced him. He stuck his hand in his pocket once more. “What’re you doing standing around talking to Sailor? He’s a cunt, pet.” You pulled your lips in. “He’ll fuck anything that breathes and then leave it where he found it.”

“Mr. Solomons, I think you’re just jealous. That ten year old little boy is clawing at your heart right now, isn’t he?” Lifting your small hand to his chest, you traced a line along the length of his heart. “Tell him I said hello.” You turned around and moved to the door, but Alfie hurried after you.

“Pet, hang on, yeah, I’m just looking out for you. Talk to anyone here, alright. Do what you fucking want, but I don’t want to see you get hurt, and Sailor is going to do that, yeah, hurt you.” You inhaled deeply before looking back toward him. He knew Sailor better than you did. A roll of your eyes was enough confirmation for Alfie that he’d won. You moved back to the counter and set your arms on the surface. There was a lingering silence in the kitchen, one that was rather comfortable. But Alfie, as you figured he would, spoke up and broke it. “You look real pretty, you know? Didn’t expect you to grow up and look so.. like this.” He shyly shifted. You could tell he was struggling to flirt and that told you he didn’t do it very often. Sailor was forgotten in a span of just a few seconds.

“Did you think I’d be ugly?” You giggled out breathily before straightening. His head shook instantly, far quicker than you’d thought it would. He stepped closer, chest lifting with his intake of oxygen.

“No, just always expected you to look normal cute, not breathtaking.” Oh, he was good.

You stepped toward him then, fingers lifting to his chest. You just wanted to play with him, flirt with him, tease him like he was doing to you, but the hard muscles beneath the shirt made you lose the willpower to mess with him. Caressing the broad surface, your eyes moved between his own. “You don’t look too bad..” You smiled. “In fact, if I was as pumped full of alcohol as you, I’d probably have the courage to compliment you.” Your fingers trailed up to his jaw, lazily tracing the stubble poking out of his flesh. He smiled down at you before lifting his hand to your hip. He didn’t have any intentions of doing anything, he just wanted to protect you from the dicks he knew would come after you.

“Let’s pretend you’re drunk then.” He smirked. “I’ll take a compliment.” The giggle that left your lips was genuine. He’d put you on the spot and humor overrode embrassment.

“I’m not good with words, Alfie. You just.. You look really handsome. You- I didn’t expect you to be so good looking either. I mean, you were just a goofy boy I kissed because I thought you were dorky cute, but now you’re.. cute but also quite..” What was the word? “sexy?” You tried. Did that sound right leaving your lips? Apparently so, Alfie had gone red in the face. He flushed vibrantly before dragging you in closer to him. His eyes latched on to your own and his face neared. You gasped quietly before lifting your hand to his mouth.

“You’re joking.. right?” Another sharp giggle left your lips.

“What?” He straightened, visibly embarrassed that you’d stopped the kiss.

“You were going to kiss me just then!”

“No- no I wasn’t.” He attempted to pull a believable confused expression, but you could see it was fake.

“You were.” You smirked. “What’s the matter, Solomons, too shy to admit it?” His shoulders shrugged as if your words meant nothing. He could admit it, it just wasn’t the truth. “So you were just leaning in for what?” The air between the two of you was growing tense. Alfie just wanted to kiss you and the more you spoke about it, the stronger his urge became. And you, you wanted to kiss him now because all this talking about it was making you curious to kiss those big, plump, pink lips.

“For nothing.” He narrowed his eyes, tone growing to be a bit harsh, defensive. Your laughter was beginning to agitate him. It was too mocking.

“I didn’t know you still had a crush on me.” You teased, warm eyes watering from how much this situation tickled you. Alfie was growing frustrated. He felt like he was being taunted! He had no control over his automatic actions. His fingers curled around your hips and as if you were the weight of a rag doll, he lifted you, spun you around, and pressed you against the counter. His hand slid from your hip, along your side and up to your throat. He cradled your flesh delicately, hot breaths mingling with your own as he had an inner battle with himself. “Well, what are you waiting for?” You whispered hotly, breaths tickling his lips. His chest pressed to your own and his mouth didn’t hesitate in the slightest this time. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against yours, hand making its way from your jugular around to the back of your head.

Your mouths fought, both eager for the lead, dominance being tossed between the pair of you. Your arms wound around his broad shoulders, gripping on to him tightly — afraid he’d disappear. When you were ten, it was just pecks. A bird’s kiss. But this, oh, this was so much more passionate. Your tongue slid over his own, determined to taste him as much as you could. He was doing the same, practically devouring you. Little moans escaped your lips, mews, whimpers. Grunts fell from him, small sounds that made your ears twitch. His hips sunk forward, dipping so firmly against your own that you gasped out loudly at the surprising jolt of warmth and arousal that washed through you. Now that was a completely new feeling for you. “Alfie, I haven’t done that yet.”

—

“Alfie, I haven’t done that yet.” You finished the story off with a lazy grin. “You were going to try and screw me the first time you kissed me, cheeky bastard.” You stole a soft kiss from him before moving your mouth along his cheek and down south to his neck. Your kisses were chaste, sweet, just little actions of comfort, not anything that needed to lead to more.

“I was gentle with you, weren’t I?” He asked quietly. His body was heavy with warmth at the recollection of memories. And he did, very distinctly, remember you halting him when he tried to grind against you because you were a virgin. He remembered the tone of voice, the expression on your face. Your heavy pants, breathless from the kiss. He’d vowed in that moment to protect you from everyone. You’d be his and he made damn sure of it.

“Course you were, darling.” You hummed against his throat. “I don’t think anybody else would’ve been as careful with me.” Lifting your head so you could see him, your hands cupped his cheeks. “I hit the jackpot with you, Solomons.” Stealing another kiss before standing from his lap, you looked toward the fire that was dying again. Ensuring the flame vanished and the house wouldn’t catch on fire, you hunched over and grabbed ahold of your husband’s hand. “Come on, lets go to bed.. you can jog my memory over how you took my virginity.” Slapping his bum playfully when he stood, you hooked your arms around his waist and kissed the front of his chest. “Better yet, maybe you can show me.” Dragging yourself away from him, you raced toward the steps, bounding up them like a giddy child, mostly because you had to pee and wanted to do so before the man got his greedy hands on you. Alfie was hot on your heels, stomach flipping with happiness and smile gracing his lips. He was so in love with you, it worried him. How could two people be so utterly devoted to one another. The man followed you into the bathroom before slamming the door shut.

The empty streets were silent. Not a cricket chirped or a bird cawed for all the creatures were fast asleep, too exhausted to make a peep. But the couple, tucked away inside the bathroom, were too happy and giddy to be as sleepy as the surrounding occupants of the world. Giggles fell from your lips as you tried your best to keep him away so you could at least use the bathroom, but soon enough the house’s peaceful aura would be overridden by the loud noises escaping the bedroom — if the two of you could even make it there — and the thin walls meant the neighbors were sure to wake up. But none of that mattered, all that mattered was that the childhood sweethearts, wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace, were happy. And nothing would ever ruin that.

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A/N: HI IM REALLY PROUD OF THIS AND I LOVE THE WAY IT TURNED OUT!!!

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A Different Kind of Challenge [Tendou, Bokuto (Kuroo)]

Summary: It’s an average night at the apartment and Bokuto is in the middle of his at-home workout routine. But when his roommate comes in, he has a brilliant idea to challenge himself further. Except… this wasn’t quite the challenge he was expecting.

Words: 2,111

AN: A sequel to this

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“Nine hundred eighty-seven, nine hundred eighty-eight, nine hundred eighty-nine…” Bokuto counted aloud from the living room floor. He was in the middle of the sit ups portion of his daily workout session and he paid no mind when one of his roommates walked in, pausing to stare at him skeptically.

“Yeah right. You just started counting at a really high number when you heard me coming, right? There’s no way. Quit showing off,” said Tendou dryly as he moved to lay on the couch. Bokuto only grinned and continued.

It was a regular thing at their shared apartment. Every night, Bokuto would monopolize the living room floor for his workout while one or the other of his roommates was away at their evening classes. It made for less of a hassle all around that he be in only one persons way rather than both. Mondays and Tuesdays were Tendou’s class nights and Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays were Kuroo’s. Saturdays were Bokuto’s break days where he didn’t workout (aside from his morning stretches).

“Nine hundred ninety-nine, one thousand!” he finished spiritedly, flopping down and letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Honestly, don’t you think it’s a little much to be doing this every day, Bo-Bo?” As he chided the larger of the two, Tendou tucked his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Bokuto chuckled.

“Not at all! It’s fun and at the end of the day, it makes me feel better. And I actually think it helps me sleep.”

“Is that right?” Tendou said dryly.

“Hey, do you think you could help me out a little?!” Bokuto asked, suddenly very excited. Tendou peeked at him through one, lazy eye.

“How do you mean?...” he asked cautiously.

“Get on my back.”

“…”

“Come again?”

“Get on my back while I do my one thousand push ups! I could use the extra challenge!” Bokuto’s eyes were sparkling with the enthusiasm of his great idea.

“I’d rather staple my tongue to an active missile.”

“Oh, come on, Don’t be like that! All you have to do is sit there,” he pleaded.

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Pretty please ~ “

“Not gonna happen, big guy.”

“I’ll do the grocery shopping for you for a month!” Tendou tensed.

“You know what? I’ll do it to keep you from doing the shopping,” he said, rolling himself over to sit upright and fix a judgmental gaze on Bokuto.

“…Whaddya mean?”

“Do you actually think I’d trust you with that responsibility? For any amount of time?”

“I can shop – !”

“You suck at shopping, Bo-Bo!”

“I – … What?” said Bokuto dejectedly.

“Bokuto, my bud, you’re a kick-ass cook, but you can’t shop to save your life – and it could.”

“Yes I – !”

“You don’t know how to look for bargains, you don’t pay attention to expiration dates, you under or over-portion… and… man, you impulse buy snack foods and protein powder. No human on this earth needs to consume as much protein as you’ve got infesting our pantry.” There was a heavy pause in which Bokuto seemed to grow a cloud over his head. Oh good, now he was pouting.

“Dude, don’t. Look, I said I’d do it so skip the drama, wouldya?” Tendou said in his best attempt to ease the tension. Bokuto didn’t respond as he only continued his sulking.

“Hey… Okay?” Bokuto sighed.

“…Okay.”

“Okay! So how does this work?” Bokuto moved to the plank position before he looked over his shoulder at Tendou.

“I do push ups, you sit on my back.”

“Criss-cross?”

“Sure.”

It was an awkward process as Tendou tried to get comfortable and balanced without digging a heel or a knee too painfully into Bokuto’s back. As he finally settled, he leaned forward a bit and placed his hands on the larger’s shoulders to keep his balance. Bokuto waited patiently for the shifting and squirming stop, and when he heard a confirmatory sigh of ‘there’ from the red-head, he began.

“One, two, three, four…” Tendou was surprised at how smooth this was. He expected to struggle with his balance, but for the most part he was pretty stable.

“This is like one of those coin-slot carousel horses you find at a convenience store. It smells funny and it’s full of disappointment,” Tendou snarked.

“Don’t be mean! Shut up! You’re gonna make me lose count!” Bokuto whined.

“Alright, big guy, don’t blow a fuse now.” As Bokuto continued, Tendou remained silent well into the two hundreds. He was getting bored, though, so out of pure curiosity, he shifted his hands below Bokuto’s shoulders and rotated them so that the heels were together and gently curled his fingers into his ribs.

“Two hundred sixty-eigaaAA! Hey, watch it! That tickles!” he shrieked. Tendou’s curiosity was sated and he grinned.

“Honestly never woulda pegged you as the ticklish type, Bo-Bo.” Bokuto chuckled.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think I’m as bad as Kuroo, but… Where was I?”

“Two hundred sixty-eight.”

As casual as anything, Bokuto continued, completely oblivious to Tendou’s hatching scheme and wicked grin. The red-head scanned the larger’s broad back, thick neck, and exposed underarms, trying to determine where might be the most effective spot to strike. He opted to press this thumbs into the meat between his shoulder blades. The effect was satisfying enough. He yelped as his back tensed and his elbows gave out, nearly causing him to face plant but he caught himself just in time. The jostle almost made Tendou topple off.

“Hey, common, man! What are you doin’ up there?! Take it easy!”

“Sure,” said Tendou passively before he quickly started squeezing the back of Bokuto’s ribs.

“Gahahah! Hehey! Alright yohou’re doing this on puhurpose!” Bokuto chuckled as his arms betrayed him and slowly lowered him to the ground.

“Nothin’ gets past you, champ,” teased Tendou as his fingers slowed to a stop.

“Lohook, Tendou, I’ve got seven hundred and eighteen more to go. You can tickle me after, but just let me finish this, please?”

“Well, you said you wanted a challenge…” He dug into his shoulders again, drawing startled laughter from Bokuto.

“Whaahahaho! Naha-stooop!”

“Okay, so here’s how this is gonna work: you’re currently in the ‘down’ part of a push up. Up, down, and back up again. You do that, and I’ll stop,” he bargained.

“Noho-that’s insahahaine! I ca-haha, I can’t!”

“Sure ya can; you’re a hulk. Now c’mon, up ya get!”

“Noho, no! I reheally cahahan’t! Please dohon’t!” It was only then that Tendou noticed the extreme lack of struggling Bokuto was doing. He looked behind him and saw how weakly he was kicking. He thought he’d be thrown off right away if Bokuto really wanted him off. Tendou grinned. This just got a whole lot better.

“Oh my god~ You’re the type that can’t move when someone tickles ya, huh?~” His laughter went up when Tendou wriggled his fingers under his arms. “So you don’t think you’re as bad as Kuroo... I donno, man, you seem plenty ticklish to me. At least Kuroo can move.”

“Daha-Please stohop!”

“You know how to make it stop, Bo-Bo. C’mon, up you go!” Bokuto’s arms had contracted in on himself when Tendou got under his arms, but the pure desperation to make the torture stop had him pressing his palms against the floor again attempting to heave his body and Tendou’s off of it. With all his concentration focused on the effort, his laughter deteriorated into throaty giggles. Tendou saw the near success he was having and redoubled his attack, digging in full-force. Half-way up, Bokuto’s laughter was renewed and his body lowered to the floor once again.

“Tehendou, I can’t!”

“Sure ya can. Try again, big guy.” But the poor guy really couldn’t do it, so Tendou decided to ease up and move the assault back to his shoulders. Snickering, Bokuto tried again, making it halfway when Tendou moved once more, this time to Bokuto’s neck.

“Tsehehehe! Staha-!” Bokuto tossed his head from side to side, tucked his chin, and pressed his ears to his shoulders, giggling like mad but finally straightening his arms in a full push up.

“Atta boy!” Tendou cheered, still tickling his neck. “Now you just gotta lower yourself down and push back up again and you’re good!” As easy as he made it sound, Tendou had no intentions of making it so. Bokuto shrieked when the red head suddenly clawed at his very vulnerable stomach, making him crash gracelessly to the floor and practically crushing Tendou’s hands as he wormed them into the sensitive flesh. And judging by his reaction, this was definitely a weak spot.

“Nahaaa! NONONOHO! Pleahese-Tendou! Sta-nahat thERE, THAT’S THE SPOHOHOT! PLEAHESE!” Bokuto cackled. Tendou could say one thing about him: he certainly wasn’t as timid about this as Kuroo was.

“Hey!”

Speak of the devil. Just then, Kuroo walked in the door, having come home from his evening classes.

“Hey there, putty tat ~ “ said Tendou, not stopping his assault on Bokuto’s belly. When Kuroo came into full view of what was going on, he tensed, looking a little nervous.

“Don’t call me that…” he said dismissively, hurriedly making his way out of the room. Tendou grinned at his poorly hidden panic. Meanwhile, Bokuto continued to die.

“KUROOOOHOHOHAHAHA! HEHELP, PLEASE!” he pleaded. Kuroo stopped and glanced worriedly over his shoulder at his two roommates as all Bokuto seemed to be able to manage in defence against the attack was a weak squirm.

“No power on this earth could convince me to get into that mess.” Kuroo left and the sound of a door being closed in the back of the apartment could be heard.

“Well, so much for that plan, huh, buddy?” Tendou teased.

“Tehendohohou! I-hi, I cahan’t get uhuhuhup!”

“That sucks. Guess I’m just gonna have ta tickle you ta death,” he said passively, wiggling his fingers in the little dips where his stomach meets his hips. Bokuto had had his head turned to the side, but in a moment of sudden bashfulness, he turned his face into the carpet, pressing his nose to the ground and muffling his laughter in the most hilarious way. Tendou almost fell of his back from the distraction of his own laughter.

“One more, man! One mohore!” he cheered, now tweaking and pinching the sides of his stomach.

“StaHA! Sohomewhere else! TIHICKLE SOMEWHER EHEHELSE!”

“Nope. Up.”

Part of him hoped that Tendou would just get bored and stop when he realized Bokuto really wasn’t going to get back up. But the other part of him knew how stubborn Tendou was. Once he set his mind on something… There was no way Bokuto was getting out of this without doing that damn push up. The guy was currently full-on torturing his absolute worst spot and it was honestly more than he could take. At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about it anymore – not that he could; all his brain could focus on was the incessant tickling sensations – but his body did all the work on its own, lifting him off the ground to sweet, sweet freedom.

As soon as he felt his elbows lock out, the tickling stopped and his mental paralysis dissipated, leaving him crashing to the ground once more. Tendou was giggling like an imp as he rolled off the exhausted Bokuto’s back.

“Wayda go, champ!” he praised teasingly as Bokuto struggled to collect himself.

“Youhu troll! You were ahactually gonna tickle mehe ta death, weren’tcha?” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Hey, that was all on you, Bo-Bo. If you had just done the two push ups like I’d said-“

“Ahare you kiddn’ me, man! Thehere’s no way I could’ve done thahat!”

“Sure you coulda!”

“I kinda couldn’t move with you tickling me, string bean.” Bokuto rolled onto his back, a wide grin still firmly in place as he wrapped his arms limply across his chest.

“So I noticed. That’s some handicap you got there, big guy.” Tendou chuckled, scribbling his fingers over Bokuto’s belly, making him twitch and snort. “Aaaaall that muscle and it’s toootally useless when someone tickles ya ~”

“Stahapit- stahap!” Bokuto snorted again, loudly, and Tendou withdrew his hand laughing as the other recovered once more.

“So, really: nothin’? You can’t move at all?”

“Nohot enough to do any good.”

“Why?”

“I donno. Tickling’s just an energy sucker for me, I guess.” Tendou laughed again.

“Well… you ready for those other seven hundred and eighteen other push ups?” he asked but was startled by Bokuto’s sudden full-out laughter.

“Are you kiddn’?! There’s no way! I’m pooped!”

“...Wanna watch that trashy ghost hunter show?”

“Sure.”

As Tendou stood to fetch the remote and switch on the TV, Bokuto didn’t even bother to sit up from his position on the floor, merely turning his head lazily to the screen as it blipped on.

“Tendou?”

“Hmn?”

“I’m thirsty.”

#haikyuu!!#tickle fic #Bokuto Koutarou #Tendou Satori #Kuroo Tetsurou

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