#zenless zone zero tickling

[lovelynim]

Fight the champion

Zenless Zone Zero - Lighter x Wise

A/N: If anything, you guys should thank @/ticklystuff for being the brain behind this fic even tho he doesn't play the game. Thanks for the idea, friend, tho I'm not sure if it was properly executed ehe

Also, I apologize in advance for how OOC Lighter may sound here, I'm still getting a grip at his character

Summary: After winning a "fight" against Wise, Lighter tries to make up for his doings

Word count: 2356 words

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“L-LIHIGHTEHER– AHAHAHAH, STOHOHOP IT!!”

Wise couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like this. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he was this loud. All he could feel was his head spinning, his heart beating and Lighter’s hands wreaking havoc on his skin. It tickled - it tickled as if each and every single one of his nerves were on fire, sparkling like fireworks under his skin. 

Wise felt his cheeks, his stomach and even his ribs - to which Lighter’s fingers seemed to be particularly fond of  - hurting from the laughter. How long has it been? Five, ten minutes? He couldn’t tell.

A tickle fight. All of this mess started with the stupid idea of starting a tickle fight against the Sons of Calydon’s champion. Wise knew he was going to lose - that was the whole point of it!

Playfully wrestling Lighter, being overpowered, tickled a little, surrendering and done. He would have Lighter on top of him, heartstruck and ready for him to act cute and pull all sorts of impure acts later… it seemed like the perfect plan, so how could it all end so wrong?

Wise pressed his head back, laughing his soul to heaven and back when Lighter’s hand moved down to his hips again. “LIGHTER, PLEHEHEASE!! I’M DYIHIHING HERE!!”

“That’s no way for a fighter to speak, manager, you shouldn’t yield just after a couple hits,” Lighter chuckled, his grip around Wise’s wrists tightening while the tickled moved back up to the proxy’s sides.

Wise’s feet had already kicked all the cushions off the couch in their aimless flailing and his throat was as dry as the soil near Blazewood. Wise lost count of how many times he asked ‘please’, tried to yield or to call uncle, but it was clear that none of those mattered for Lighter. He was a champion defending his title, after all, how could Wise expect any mercy from him?

Calling it “hysteria” wouldn’t make justice to the noises Lighter was drawing out of the proxy when his gloved hand decided to sneak under Wise’s shirt and tickle his bare skin. 

Lighter raised his eyebrows at the reaction, catching a few glimpses of that forced, desperate smile on Wise’s face while he prodded between each bone of Wise’s ribcage. “It sure looks like it tickles, huh? Should’ve thought twice before picking up this fight, manager ~” He teased again, trying to get some comprehensible speech out of the other, but Wise seemed just too busy to think of anything else.

Saying he wasn’t fond of Wise’s laughter, smile and blushing cheeks would be a blatant lie. A ugly, nasty lie. And could one really blame Lighter for taking the chance when Wise started to poke his sides and stomach in the middle of their movie? If that wasn’t an invitation to ‘fight’ back, then what else would it be?

“P-PLEHEHEASE!!” Wise laughed, arching his back off the couch when Lighter shoved his hand all the way up to tickle the proxy’s armpit. “J-JUST STOHOHOP!!”

“But you’re no-” Lighter stopped, snapping back from his daydreaming and spotting the last thing he wanted to see on Wise’s face: tears. “D-damn it,” he gasped, quickly letting go of Wise’s wrists, “are you ok, manager?”

This was bad, really, really bad. He got carried away, forgetting this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Now that he thought about it, what if Wise wasn’t actually smiling just now? All that laughter was a forced reaction? One that Lighter carelessly exploited for his own amusement… My, what has he done?!

“...w-whahat?” Wise asked, taking some deep, needed breaths and letting the air back into his lungs for the first time in a while. He still had that dazzled, drunk-like look on his face, barely aware of his surroundings.

“Manager, does-” Lighter hesitated, freezing the hand that was about to reach for Wise midair. Damn it, damn it, damn it! “D-does it hurt? I didn’t- I didn’t mean to…” Of course, but what was a brute like him expecting, he thought.

This should’ve been a cute, romantic moment between couples - just like in the movie they were watching - but he ruined it and now Wise was crying!

“H-hurt?” Wise asked, slowly sitting back up and wiping the small tears of mirth off his lashes. “No, it just- just tickled. A lot, in fact, hahah,” Wise giggled, running a hand through his hair, unaware of the concern concealed behind Lighter’s glasses.

“Do sugarcoat it, manager,” Lighter furrowed his brows, taking one of Wise’s hands into his. His skin was probably sore after all the abuse from his rough hands - or, even worse, what if he broke one of Wise’s ribs while tickling him? What if all those squeezes and prods left bruises?” “I-I can help you- no, better, I can call for hel-”

“L-Lighter,” Wise giggled, stopping the other from getting up from the couch. He still found this whole situation way too amusing, even kind of cute - despite not really understanding it. “What are you talking about? I’m fine,” Wise scoffed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Your body,” Lighter’s lips quivered slightly. He settled his hands down on the couch, lowering his gaze, “did I hurt you?”

“...huh?”

“You can be honest,” Lighter sighed, his fingers clenching into a fist. “When- when we were playing now and, well, I was tickling you, was I too rough? Did it hurt?”

“What? No! Lighter, I’m fine,” Wise chuckled, reaching to cup Lighter’s cheek. He removed the other’s glasses, meeting his gaze full of worry and guilt. While this seemed like the silliest of concerns for Wise, he could tell Lighter was serious about it. Dead serious.

The man sighed, his shoulders slouching as he finally relaxed a little. “...right,” Lighter reached for one of Wise’s hands, gently holding his wrist before nuzzling into his palm. “I just got carried away and thought I… I overdid it when I saw you crying.”

Wise blushed a little, taken aback by the explanation. How should he take it? Did he look so frail that Lighter thought he could hurt him with tickling? Or was it that Lighter cared so much that even tears of laughter made him worry?

“Don’t be stupid,” Wise hissed shyly, weakly pulling at his hand only to find it stuck in Lighter’s grip - again.

“Are you mad at me?” Lighter asked and, for a moment, Wise could see dripping doggy ears on top of his head. “Let me at least make it up for you, manager!”

“L-Lighter!” Wise gasped, even more flustered at the whole scene. “I-it was just tickling, a play fight. T-there’s nothing for you to make up to… I was the one who started it anyway and-”

“Then,” Lighter interrupted, leaning a little forward and bringing Wise’s hand close to his chest, “tickle me back. We would be even then, right? I promise I won’t fight you off this time!”

Wise went silent, blinking a few times while processing Lighter’s words. He, in fact, was the one who started the said fight by tickling Lighter first, but he never really planned to win it. In fact, he knew from the start it would be a losing battle - he just didn’t expect it to be that bad of a defeat.

“T-tickle you?”

“Yes, isn’t it what you wanted? Like in the movie we were watching,” Lighter nodded, with at least a part of his usual attitude seemingly recovered. “Please, manager? You are not going to leave me hanging, right?” Lighter stared at Wise with pleading eyes, bringing his hand up to his lips and planting a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s the least I can do, no?”

Wise cringed slightly, unable to take his hand away from Lighter this time. It was a cute attitude, yes, but so uncalled for… Still, how could say no when Lighter had that look on his face? “...A-alright, I’ll do it, then.”

Nearly sparkling at the mere sound of those words, Lighter reached for Wise’s with his free hand and pulled the other back down with him. The proxy couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, his hands resting on top of Lighter’s chest as he tried to support himself.

“Don’t hold back, manager. I’m a toughie, I can take it,” Lighter nodded, watching Wise steady himself on top of his lap. He crossed both arms behind his head, rolling his shirt up and bit and exposing some of his lower stomach in the process.

It was hard for Wise to not get distracted from the main task at hand. With one hand on each side of Lighter’s chest, the proxy couldn’t help but give the muscles a gentle squeeze - feeling them with just a skin tight shirt on the way felt much better than with a heavy biker jacket.

“Oi, manager,” Lighter chuckled, “that doesn’t tickle, you know?” He joked, not that he would really mind having Wise fondling with his chest, but he wouldn’t lose the chance to tease him for that either.

“Right, tickling,” Wise muttered out loud, stopping his fingers from committing any other inappropriate act. “Where are you ticklish, Lighter?”

Of all the things that just happened, this was what seemed to puzzle Lighter the most. “Dunno,” the man sighed, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to recall the last time he felt someone touching him so lightly. “On… my neck?”

Wise frowned, unsatisfied. “Just that won’t do,” he scoffed, tracing a finger down Lighter’s torso, feeling each and every one of his muscles. His eyes shifted back and forth between the other’s body and face, carefully watching him in an attempt to capture any reaction. “Do you feel anything if I do this?”

“Not sure,” Lighter said while closing his eyes, his position barely shifting if it wasn’t for his chest waving with each breath, “try a little harder, manager.”

Those words made Wise flinch, almost as if waking something inside him. Lighter still had his eyes closed, his body open to Wise, almost as if he was just about to drift to sleep. Did he trust him that much?

Still, he was already way too into it to turn down such an opportunity. “Alright,” he said, bringing his other hand into action and getting a hold onto Lighter’s waist. Wise pinched the spot, pressing his thumbs down on the soft meat and rubbing circles into the-

“Ah!”

Wise’s head shot up, looking up from Lighter’s lower stomach to his face with widened eyes. Funny enough, Lighter seemed just as surprised, almost startled by the sudden sensation. Wise smirked.

“What about now?” He said, repeating the motion and even skittering his other fingers around Lighter’s lower sides. Wise felt that massive body shift under him and his heart skip a bit at the sound he heard next.

“I-it tihihickles,” Lighter giggled, furrowing his brows and scrunching up his nose while a restrained smile took place over his lips. Lighter pressed his chin down at his chest, his elbows faltering as his instincts yelled at him to lower his arms and stop whatever was causing this.

But he listened neither to his instincts, nor to his better judgement. “It dehehefinitely does!”

“Good,” Wise nodded, moving his hands towards each other and tickling Lighter’s stomach, watching it tremble as more and more giggles spilled from his lips. “You’re quite sensitive, Lighter.”

Yes, he was. Lighter pressed his knees together, crossed one ankle over the other behind Wise’s back and even clenched his hand around his hair. One of these things had to make that growing urge to laugh more bearable, he thought. “I knohohow!”

Wise chuckled, continuing to tickle around those toned abs while deciding where he should try next. “And not only on your neck,” he teased, poking Lighter’s ribs on each side and making the man jolt with surprise before dissolving into that soft, but held-back laughter again.

“D-do yohohou lihihike it, manahahager?” He didn’t know why he insisted on speaking - maybe it was just another attempt to distract himself. Yet, for some reason, he didn’t exactly hate that feeling - maybe because Wise was the one providing it.

“Why does it matter? You won’t become less ticklish if I say I don’t, right?”

“I cohohould try!”

The proxy rolled his eyes, drilling his fingers in the spaces between each bone of Lighter’s ribcage. Exploring a Hollow seemed easier than making this man crack up. At that point, Wise would be breathless, with his heart pumping blood at the same rate as the motor in Lighter’s motorcycle.

“It’s not fair, you’re holding back,” Wise whined, pushing one of Lighter’s elbows back to claw at the exposed armpit with the other, tickling it as best as he could, “there’s no way you are just this ticklish.”

“B-buhuhut- ahAhaha, it stihill tihihickles, mahahanager!” Lighter laughed, turning his face away to avoid Wise’s gaze upon him. He felt hot around the collar and airheaded, making it even harder to think about the right words to say. Was there anything for him to say, though? Should he even say anything?

While these thoughts spiraled inside his head, the tickling slowed down, eventually coming to a total halt. Missing that swirling sensation that came from it inside his stomach, Lighter slowly opened his eyes, turning his head back to face the proxy.

“S-satisfied already, manager?”

Wise smiled, shaking his head. “It’s no use - I can’t beat the champion, even in a tickle fight,” he said with a giggle, leaning forward until he could nuzzle his nose against Lighter’s, brushing his lips over the other man’s before giving them a small peck.

“So,” Lighter sighed, finally lowering his arms and wrapping one of them around Wise’s neck. “Does this mean you forgive me? For making you cry and all?”

“Not yet,” Wise muttered, making Lighter widen his eyes. “We have to finish this movie first”, he winked and Lighter nodded, letting out a small, shaky sigh of relief. He laid his head back, turning his attention to the TV while feeling Wise rest on top of his chest.

“Of course, manager.”

[ticklygiggles]

Lunch break | Asaba Harumasa x Mocha [n$fw]

Commissioner's OC | PPYMIA COMCO

A/N: Collab with always precious and beautiful @ppystkposts commissioned by @kusuguricafe! We hope you enjoy this, thank you for your support!

Big thanks to always wonderful @lovelynim for beta reading this fic and also for providing the images used in this fic hehe mwah love

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Summary: Harumasa has a little visit during lunch break.

Words: 2.7k

Reports, reports, and more reports.

This was, without a doubt, the most mind-numbing and soul-crushingly dull aspect of his job, and, of course, the one he detested the most. As he sat there, staring blankly at the endless stream of paperwork, his mind inevitably wandered to his stunning girlfriend.

A goofy, soft grin spread across Harumasa's face at the mere thought of her, his heart skipping a beat that sent a delightful shiver coursing through his chest and down to his stomach. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he felt embarrassed for behaving like a smitten schoolboy with his first crush, unable to shake off the silly, lovesick feeling that had taken hold of him.

As he glanced at the clock on the wall, he realized that lunchtime was fast approaching, and a wild, impulsive idea suddenly came to his mind. He swiftly grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app, his fingers flying across the screen as he navigated to her chat, a sense of excitement and anticipation building in his chest.

He chuckled to himself, feeling exactly like an excited kid. He quickly glanced behind him, making sure the Deputy Chief wasn't around and that Soukaku and Miyabi had their nose buried in their own work, (something he should be doing as well), and quickly answered her again:

Boosted… well, it didn't matter. He quickly typed again:

His heart pounded against his chest; somehow he felt the exact nervous anticipation he had felt when he mustered the courage to ask Mocha to be his girlfriend. There was really no reason to feel so terribly nervous, but he was desperate to see her and get away from the stress these annoying reports were causing him. His heart skipped a beat as his phone vibrated in his hand with a new notification. He straightened his back and read the new message, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Those five minutes, followed by the agonizing wait until lunch time, felt like eons to Harumasa. The clock's hands seemed frozen in place, refusing to move. He would glance up, convinced that a good ten minutes had elapsed, only to discover with great horror that a mere sixty seconds had ticked by. He fought against a loud whine, frustrated to the core. 

Finally, after three eternities, it was lunchtime and Harumasa jumped up from his chair, making it spin. 

“Ah, Harumasamasa!” Soukaku’s voice stopped him. “Are you having lunch with us?” 

He groaned internally as he turned around to look at her and Miyabi, smiling the kindest smile he could muster. “Not today. I'm having a little visit over lunch break, I need to go pick them up now– I'll see you later!” 

He dashed out of the office and the building, quickly spotting Mocha near the entrance. A warm, loving smile spread across his lips as he approached her with silent steps, almost tiptoeing, her back facing him. Grinning mischievously to himself, he stopped just a couple of steps away from her and leaned close.

“Did I make you wait long, beautiful?” He whispered against her ear, making it twitch, and he laughed loudly as Mocha jumped nearly out of the stratosphere. Mocha's tail hairs stood on end as she quickly turned around and hit him in the chest. “Ouch?” Harumasa said with a smirk.

“You scared me!” She said with a pout that Harumasa couldn't resist pinching tenderly, making her whine. “Is this how you say hello?” 

He grinned, leaning down to steal a tender kiss to her lips. “Hello, beautiful. You look stunning today, what's new~” he purred and seeing her adorable pout morph into a shy smile, he knew he had won her over again, his heart fluttered. 

He laced his fingers through hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and guiding her into the building and into the empty office. Mocha had been there a couple of times before, but she always seemed adorably surprised by it all. 

“That truly looks boring,” she said as she checked a few forms piled up over Harumasa’s desk. “Now I understand why you always procrastinate.” 

He chuckled softly, sitting back in his chair and reaching out to grasp her wrists, gently pulling her onto his lap. Mocha's soft giggles filled the air as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, her tail wrapping around his waist. Harumasa gazed at her adoringly as she took in every nook and cranny of the empty office.

“It's quite scary with just the two of us here,” she said in almost a whisper and Harumasa chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her neck. 

“It's not as loud and fast paced as your cafe, is it?” She shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she felt a tender kiss being pressed to the side of her neck. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Harumasa smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“N-Now now…," she giggled, her voice trembling as his hand caressed up her thigh, slipping under her skirt to tease the soft skin. "Masa~ we're in your office," she reminded him, her voice laced with laughter as his fingers lightly tickled her thigh.

Harumasa mumbled against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Hmm, doesn't matter," he whispered, pressing his body flush against hers. "They're all having lunch somewhere."

A soft little mewl escaped her lips as another kiss was pressed to her neck and Harumasa felt a shudder run down his spine. 

“There are cameras, though, we better-” 

She began, but her words abruptly cut off as she suddenly jumped off Harumasa’s lap, catching him off guard. To his surprise, Mocha grasped one of his wrists and dragged him towards a closet in one of the corners of the office. Harumasa’s confusion deepened, but he didn't resist her. Instead, he extended his other hand, giving her a playful spank that made her squeal and blush. Mocha shot him a playful glare over her shoulder as she opened the closet door and unceremoniously pushed Harumasa inside. He chuckled, still confused. 

“What are you- mff-!” Mocha slipped inside as well, closing the door behind her and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a passionate kiss.

Harumasa hummed in approval, moaning softly against her lips as his hands grasped her waist, pulling her close against him. Their hips met, rubbing slightly against each other, filling the little closer with soft sighs, whimpers and moans. 

“This is so naughty,” Harumasa said breathlessly, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. When he woke up that morning, he would never have imagined that he’d spend his lunch break satisfying another kind of hunger with Mocha in a closet in his office. 

She grinned, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she pressed herself closer to him, their bodies flush against each other. Her breasts crushed against his chest, sending a flush of embarrassment through Harumasa's cheeks. 

“Don't pretend you don't love it,” she whispered against his lips as she started to unbutton his shirt, each button revealing a silver of Harumasa's skin to her gentle, teasing touch. His skin erupted in goosebumps as her fingers danced across his chest.

Harumasa's heart pounded against his chest as he looked at Mocha's beautiful face, her delicate fingers undoing each button. His eyes were filled with affection and dark with lust. Mocha could make him feel a hundred emotions all at once with just a simple glance. He wanted to cherish and protect her, almost possessively, and, at the same time, wanted to take her, to claim her as his own in every single chance he got. 

His fingers, trembling slightly as if this was his first time with her, sneaked under the hem of her shirt and she grinned, visibly shuddering as he squeezed her waist, digging into the flesh, making her bite her lip in a vain attempt to stifle a moan. 

“Someone's been very naughty today,” she purred, her tail lazily swishing from side to side as she started to untie his tie.

Harumasa smirked, leaning down to place a soft peck to her lips. “Don't pretend you don't love it,” he teased, grinning. Mocha chuckled, her cheeks blushing pink.

“I do love it,” she admitted with a nod. “But I also think you need a little punishment.”

Harumasa's eyes sparkled with lust and amusement. “Oh? Don't threaten me with a good time, kitten,” he whispered, blowing cool air against her ear, making her squeal and her ear twitch.

She glared at him playfully, seizing his wrists from her waist and binding them with his tie. Harumasa gasped, looking at the door of the closet out of instinct before he looked back at the cute bow she had created.

Mocha grinned mischievously at him as she lifted  his arms, hooking them around her neck. Harumasa sighed, blushing as her eyes roamed over his exposed skin. She licked her lips like a hungry lion. 

This certainly was… new. She really wasn't one to try different things during their intimate times, but he couldn't say he was against it.

Harumasa chuckled softly, shuddering when her fingernails grazed the skin of his stomach, his flesh waking up with goosebumps as she traced the contours of his abs. He squirmed slightly, choking on a soft squeal as she circled his belly button. 

“It tickles,” he mumbled with a soft gasp, his body jerking away from her touch. 

Mocha grinned, tracing the curve of Harumasa's hip bones. “It does, doesn't it?”

His heart jumped and his eyes widened in realization. He shook his head. “N-No! Not that, M-Mocha, please!” 

“Shh shh shh.” She tiptoed to reach his lips, kissing them once. “Someone might hear you,” she purred, her fingernails dragging up and down his sides, making him arch with gasps and whimpers that eventually morphed into giggles and soft squeals.

Her touch was gentle, just like the caresse of a soft feather, almost itchy– tortuous, yet, somehow, kind of nice. A sudden burst of laughter escaped Harumasa's lips as her nails danced along his waist, sending shivers down his spine. 

He wanted to lower his arms, but he knew that would put pressure on her neck and he understood why she had chosen that position. Mocha knew he would do his best to not hurt her with any harsh movement. Harumasa whined, giggling again as her nails dragged against the back of his ribs.

“Thihis is so unfahahair, Mocha! Why are you even- ahahaha! Wait! Wahahahit!” 

Ugh, he really was too ticklish for his own good, it was almost embarrassing. Some simple squeezes to his waist were enough to have him giggling like a stupid kid, and twisting his body from side to side, trying to shake off her teasing, wiggling fingers.

“Does it tickle, baby?” She asked teasingly, giggling along with him as he jolted and squealed. “You're so terribly ticklish, are you not?” 

Harumasa whined again, the volume and desperation of his laughter increasing as she moved lower, her thumbs rubbing deep, maddening and so horrendously ticklish circles into his hips that nearly had him shrieking with laughter. 

“Stahahap! I'm seheherious! I fuhuhucking- ahahahaha! Plehehease!” 

“Oh my, oh my, what language is that?” she teased, squeezing his hips in a frantic pace that had Harumasa throwing his head back with loud bouts of laughter. 

Mocha's random ideas always seem to catch him off guard. Instead of the steamy moment he was expecting to have with her, she'd chosen to torment him with tickles, knowing full well that he–

“AHAHAHA! NO! No, nohohot thehehere! PLEHEHEASE!” He leaned against the cold metal wall of the closet, shifting back and forth, trying to get away from Mocha's wicked fingers that had found a place under his arms, tickling his poor armpits as if her life depended on it. 

Harumasa laughed nearly in hysterics, the back of his head banging against the closet wall, as if he wanted to distract himself from the overwhelming sensation. Mocha laughed, but her fingers didn't stop for a second. 

"Stop that! You'll hurt yourself!" she scolded him, but her lips were spread in a wide, playful and mischievous smile as she pinched the ticklish never right in the middle of Harumasa's armpits. 

Harumasa shook his head, his cheeks bright red and his tears twinkling in his eyelashes. “STAHAHAP! You k-knohohow I'm sihihick! Thihis wihill mahahake mehehe- AHAHA! Plehehease!” 

Mocha rolled her eyes fondly, pressing herself a bit more against him to pin him against the wall, but a soft gasp escaped her lips when something poked at her thigh. 

Harumasa widened his eyes, looking down at the same time Mocha did, her fingers coming to a sudden stop as they both looked down between their bodies. 

He gasped in horror and Mocha's mouth fell open. “Ohoho~ do you want me to take care of that?” 

Harumasa shook his head almost desperately, finding a way to unhook his arms from around her neck and reaching down to try and catch Mocha's hands that were starting to unbutton and unzip his pants. Why on earth was be hard?!

“M-Mocha!” He pleaded. “B-Baby, I don't think- oh, fuck~”

Mocha giggled softly. “Oh yeah, that feels so good right?” Her hands had pulled down his clothes in the blink of an eye, his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles. Harumasa threw his head back as she began to stroke his hard cock slowly, so painfully slowly. Shivers of pressure ran down his spine, causing him to arch his back and slowly roll his hips. 

“M-My lovely, ngh! Oh shit, faster please, faster- ack! N-No! Nohoho, wahahait! Nohot tihihickling!”

While her strokes became faster just as he had asked, her other hand had also sprung into action. Harumasa squirmed, trying to press his arms to his body as much as possible. But Mocha's fingers were slender and deft and she didn't struggle to sneak back under his arm to tickle his armpit once more.

Harumasa's voice was a combination of hysterical laughter, broken moans, ragged breathing and the occasional whimper, he was a complete mess. Hating the tickling, but loving it at the same time, his hips moving quickly as he fucked himself into her hand. 

“Fuhuhuck~! Angh! More, more~” he begged, tears of laughter, pleasure and desperation streaming down his cheeks. 

Mocha giggled softly, her cheeks flushed as her eyes studied Harumasa's expression. He cried softly as her thumb swept against his tip, teasing the glands just as she knew he loved it. 

Harumasa moaned loudly, his mind overwhelmed with the sensations that seemed to come from all sides. The tickles moving from his armpit to his ribs and then to his hip, Mocha's hand jerking him off, and even her lips, which had begun to move on his neck, leaving wet kisses on all the places she had memorized were sensitive. 

He felt his body tense, his breathing becoming more frantic, his eyes crossing. He was on the edge, it only took a small push to be able to cum in Mocha's hand. Just a little– 

Two knocks on the door. “Asaba-kun.” It was Yanagi. “Lunch break is almost better cut it out before…” 

Yanagi's voice faded as his eyes rolled back, cumming hard. Mocha pressed a hand against his mouth to muffle the moans as he came undone under her ministrations. Harumasa trembled with pleasure, his cum dripping from Mocha's hand as she milked the last drop of his release. 

Yanagi's heels softly faded away. Of course, she didn't want to be there when Harumasa and Mocha came out of the closet in a mess. Harumasa gasped as Mocha slowly pulled her hand away from his mouth, a trickle of saliva connecting his lips to her palm. 

As he returned from his high, his eyes met Mocha's and he grinned lazily. 

"I think I'll get an administrative report," he said with no concern in his eyes and Mocha laughed lightly. 

“I think you're going to be in a lot of trouble," she said with a bit of empathy in her voice. 

Harumasa hummed. “Maybe…” He looked at the watch on his wrist and then looked at Mocha with a mischievous smile. “Untie me. We still have five minutes.” 

Mocha blinked. “Five minutes for what- ah~!” 

Feeling Mocha's wetness on his fingers almost made him cum again. Five minutes was definitely more than enough. 

[featherlight-touches]

lee seth and ler jane from zzz please? thanks

of course of course!! I love these two so much but I haven't played much of the game myself yet. I tried! It was a lot of fun to write for them. I know this one is short, I'm suffering with chronic pains currently so I'm a little slowed down. I hope you enjoy!

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“Oh, kitten, what am I going to do with you?” Jane sat, looking down upon the very giggly feline thiren who was face down, straddled beneath her. “All I wanted to do was give you a little massage.”

“Your nails are sharp, it tickles!” Seth giggled in protest, squealing loud when she purposely ran a nail down his sensitive back. “Stop!”

Jane couldn’t help but chuckle. The want to relax the feline had long been replaced with the need to wreck him in uncontrollable snorts and giggles, and she was determined to locate all his tickly spots to pull them from him.

“But your reactions are so adorable,” her sharp nails began to skitter up and down his bare sides, unleashing a fresh round of giggles and squirms. She could feel the small gust caused by his rapidly swishing tail behind them both. “Look at you.”

“Jahahane! Nohoho more!” he weakly tried to buck Jane off, but she held fast, grinning mischievously as she continued her ruthless tickling. She could see how flushed his face had become, squeezing his eyes shut as peals of involuntary laughter burst from him.

“It’s a good thing no one else knows of this little weakness of yours,” she continued to tease, leaning her body down so that her bosom rested against his back, another way to keep him from squirming so much. She smirked once she saw how red his face went from the sudden closeness. “Imagine if you were kidnapped again. A few little tickles and you’d spill all the secrets that PubSec has.”

“N-No I wouldn’t! That’s completely ridiculous, I would never let that happen!” Seth growled, looking back over his shoulder the best he could with the position they were currently in. “And this is the last time I let you give me a massage, you’re not good at it at all!”

Jane’s sadistic smile struck fear into the feline’s heart.

“W-Wait… why are you looking at me like that? Jane?” Seth received his answer when he felt nails scribble under his arms, and he erupted into more laughter, louder this time. “NOHOHOHO!”

“I could do this all night, you know?” Jane softly whispered into his twitching ears, her breath tickling the fur. She had to get close to his ears so that her teasing tones could be heard over his howling laughter.

“Stahahap! I can’t – I can’t breheheathe!”

“You don’t want me to tickle you all night?” Jane asked, slowing down her rapid scribbles to teasing little circles in the hollows of his armpits, still forcing out uncontrollable giggles from the thiren.

“I dohohon’t! Plehehease no more!” Seth’s face buried into the plush pillow beneath his head. Jane cooed softly as her tickling fingers came to a halt, changing positions to stroke down his sides instead. Her lips pressed against his ears to kiss them.

“You’re so adorable, kitten.”

[elisbian-core]

zzz women go brrrr

[lovelynim]

Fanfiction

Zenless Zone Zero - Asaba Harumasa (feat. Reader x Harumasa)

A/N: I don't even know where I start to explain the idea behind this one. Well, fanfics are canon in ZZZ and Harumasa is aware his fans write fics for him so... yeah.

Summary: Harumasa is reading a fanfic at work.

Word count: 1844 words

Harumasa sighed, slouching in his chair while the report pages rested empty on top of his desk. There was still about two hours before he could finally clock out and his body simply refused to waste its energy on filling those insufferable documents.

He already had to risk his life fighting ethereals, exploring hollows and doing medical check-ups, why did he also have to worry about explaining how any of those went? Why did it even matter in the first place? They just happened, weren’t the higher ups glad enough that he saved the day?

“Asaba-kun,” a cold, firm female voice came from behind him, making Harumasa jump in his seat and sit back up straight, dragging him from his thoughts back to reality. “Are you making progress with your reports? It would be troublesome to request another deadline extension after a two month delay.”

“D-deputy chief, you scared me!” Harumasa whined softly, his hand pressing flat against his chest while he looked up to Yanagi with puppy-like eyes. “Of course I’m making progress, but it’s just so har-”

“Good,” Yanagi nodded with a smile, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder, “I’m sure you can make it up for all the reports behind the schedule, Asaba-kun,” she added before walking away to pay some mind to whatever matter was going on with Soukaku and Miyabi.

‘So mean!’, Harumasa thought, how could the deputy chief of all people not even bother to offer him some help with that endless pile of work? He frowned, resting an elbow on top of his desk and his head on top of his hand. Well, there were still two hours, right? He could kill off some time and do that report later…

He reached for his cellphone, which was just by the side of the pile of work he was trying so hard to ignore, and mindlessly moved his thumb around the screen, drawing an arrow and unlocking the device.

Browsing through the interknot shouldn’t be that much of a big deal to most people, but things may get a little interesting when you have an army of restless fans that are chronically online, to say the least. It was still a little hard for him to believe what kind of thing his admirers would do and create: drawings, banners, edits of his fights’ footage with upbeat songs, and even fictional stories… Now that he thought about it, Harumasa was probably the one inside the Section 6 that paid the most attention to these contents: Yanagi usually brushed them off with a polite smile, not even daring to give them a second look; Miyabi didn’t understand the concept behind people’s admiration towards her; and Soukaku only cared about the gifts she could eat.

Still, while being popular could be a little troublesome at times (like when he was trying to sneak out with a certain proxy), having a legion of followers would come handy at boring moments like this. After all, Harumasa knew there would always be something to entertain himself with.

“Masa-masa enthusiasts explain why he is so cute; Check it out!”, “Ten things you didn’t know about Asaba Harumasa!”, “Harumasa caught secret dating?!”, “Harumasa spotted at the Lumina Square! See more pictures here”...

Harumasa rolled his eyes, scrolling past all the posts he deemed dumb. Why was the tag with his name filled with so many weird articles anyway? Where was the good stuff at? He let out a quiet groan, continuing to search for something that actually deserved his attention.

He continued to search, post after post, article after article, photo after photo. After a couple moments digging throughout the interknot, a post from the “Archive of Our Eridu” caught his attention. Finally some good fan made content, Harumasa through, smirking slightly as he clicked the link and opened it.

“‘Harumasa/Reader’, huh..?” He mumbled, shifting in his chair as his eyes moved past the tags, skipping the summary and the author’s notes to finally get to the actual story. 

‘You watch your captive slowly regain his consciousness, his muffled groans barely making past the improvised gag and his limbs’ moving restrained by the tightly tied ropes’- Harumasa arched one eyebrow at the content and its form, remembering one of the fanfic’s tags. 

Right, this should be someone else’s point-of-view, which means… the said ‘captive’ was him? Wait, how was he supposed to read it if he was doing both roles? 

Harumasa frowned, shaking his head. Probably the author never expected him, of all the users in the interknot, to stumble upon this. Still, he should probably just think of ‘reader’ as a different person while reading it, that should make things easier for him to understand and get through the text. 

So, back to it…

It was a straight forward setting. The reader in question was playing the role of some sort of criminal organization’s leader while Harumasa played… well, his own role. For some reason, the author skipped the previous events that led to the current scene - Harumasa assumed that would be too much context - and the first paragraphs described some sort of… interrogation? At least, that’s what it sounded like.

“Heh, am I going to fall in love with the bad guys here..?” Harumasa giggled with the thought, surprisingly amused as the reader threatened and tried to intimidate him. “They are making me sound so stubborn here…”

Harumasa continued to read, flinching when the reader snatched the tape off his lips, imagining how much it would sting, and even unawarely mimicking his reactions described in the story: parted lips, half closed eyes, erratic breathing…

‘We already took care of your colleagues. No one is coming to save you, Asaba, you better speak’, he shifted in his seat at that line. ‘Hah, even better. Do your worst, you’ll get nothing from me’, was he actually this sassy? And what’s up with the attitude? Harumasa shook his head, rolling his eyes at the cliché threats from the reader. Maybe he did set the bar too high for some amateur stor-

‘Pain? Who said anything about hurting you, my dear Asaba? I have my own methods of making you talk’, oh? Was that the beginning of the steamy parts? Harumasa looked around the office, making sure Yanagi was still in her seat before continuing his reading.

Being caught reading this kind of stuff would be even worse than getting caught slacking off. Gladly, Soukaku seemed to be doing an amazing job at keeping the deputy chief busy. 

Alright, time to resume it.

‘What?’. ‘Ah, Asaba… I’ve always been fond of you, I could never bring myself to hurt that pretty face of yours, but… I still need to make you talk, right?’ He could feel his cheeks warming up a little, imagining the scene a bit beyond what was written. 

Ah, this better not be something weird awakening inside him, Harumasa thought.

There was still no action. The story only described how the reader walked around him, wandering in the room and circling the chair he was tied to while explaining to Harumasa the roots of their affection for him. Still, Harumasa couldn’t help but to feel his heart beating a little faster with anticipation - both as the audience and as a form of sympathy towards his character.

The next part had Harumasa leaning more and more on the edge of his seat, going an inch forward with each word read. The description mentioned something like the reader sitting at Harumasa’s lap, popping his shirt’s buttons open one after the other and pushing his shirt away, exposing his bare chest.

‘Get your hands… off me, you f-freak!’. “Why? Are you nervous? Feeling shy? Maybe there is something stuck at the back of your throat? Let me get it out for you’.

Harumasa felt a shiver run up his spine, regretting ever underestimating one of his fan’s work. The description had him wrapped around its finger and even he himself couldn’t figure out what was so good about it - neither what made it sound so awfully hot.

‘You began to drag your fingers around his toned midriff, circling his navel before teasing his sides. You watched Harumasa tense up, sucking in stomach, trying to avoid your touch. You chuckle, fondly, tickling the edge of his waist.’

So this was the torture they had in mind? Tickling? Harumasa looked up, lowering his phone for a moment and contemplating the idea. Unexpected, yes. Unwelcomed? Not sure. He couldn’t really tell if he was ticklish - was there ever a time for him to figure it out?

Of course, the lack of this confirmation didn’t stop this fan, it seemed. He should probably leave a like in their work for the effort - finding a piece of information that Harumasa himself wasn’t aware of. Heh.

But, back to the fanfiction… Why was it making his heart flutter? Or, even better, why was he struck by the imaginary feeling of it?

He could feel a ghost-like sensation roaming his body. Unconsciously hitching his breath, brushing a hand over whatever spot was mentioned to get rid of the phantom feeling and even catching himself smiling at nothing but his own thoughts.

‘Harumasa laugh helplessly under your hands. You dig your finds under his arms, squirming your way past his defenses despite his efforts into clasping his elbows to his torso. He throws his head back and you can’t help but to give his neck a little tease’.

“...w-what kind of freak would be into this stuff?” He groaned quietly, pouting while his cheeks felt warmer than before. Harumasa even lifted his hand - after hesitating a little, for some reason - to rub his neck, trying to shift his attention from the nonexistent sensation.

Stomach, side, neck, ears, thighs, knees, waist, feet, back… even his hands! How many words did that fanfic even have?!

Harumasa crossed his legs before leaning back into the chair, his breathing quickened for some reason. “A-ahm, does anyone mind if I turn on the AC?” Harumasa whined sheepishly, hooking a finger around his collar to loosen it.

“No, go ah- Asaba-kun, are you feeling alright?” Yanagi asked, furrowing her brows slightly with concern. “You actually look sick, do you need me to-”

“I-it’s fine, deputy chief,” Harumasa sighed, wiping a drop of sweat from the side of his face and fanning it with his hand. “Just a little… overwhelmed, I’ll be fine,” he pulled out a forced smile, making Yanagi nod despite the doubt.

He should stop reading these things at work…

Brr, brr.

Wise lifted his head from his pillow, turning around and giving his attention to his phone instead of trying to sleep. Reaching out to it, taking him less than a couple swipes to check the reason behind the noise. 

[A guest left ludos on Harumasa’s Interrogation], read the e-mail. Wise shrugged, placing his phone back on the table. Well, at least something was doing numbers, unlike this commission he was stuck at… but he should be able to do it after a good nap!

[ticklygiggles]

A/N: 3/4 of cute @wertzunge gift ❤️ again, not I fandom I'm into, but hopefully you like it hehe

Summary: 🤫

Words: 1k

Note: nekojita or "cat's tongue" is a term to define people who cannot stand hot foods and beverages!

“There you go.” 

“Oh, thank you very much.” 

Seth gladly took the warm cup between his hands and he smiled softly, his tail wagging lazily from side to side. He brought the mug to his nose and took a long breath, inhaling the delicious aroma of hot chocolate. 

The days had turned cold, and the celebrations were just around the corner. Sixth Street lit up every night with beautiful and mesmerizing fairy lights that flickered in red, green and white. The smell of pine tree, cinnamon and apple tickled his nose whenever he entered an establishment, and Random Play was no exception. 

A huge pine tree adorned the small shop. Seth thought Wise and his sister barely had room to move around, but the Proxy didn't seem to be bothered by it in the slightest as he put up small ornaments and spheres all around the tree. 

Seth looked at him curiously, his tail moving back and forth in excitement as he watched the spheres move when Wise placed them on the branches of the tree. He never had much interest in the holidays, even less so now that he was an officer, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement.

When he decided to take a little walk on his day off, he never thought he'd end up at Random Play, but as soon as Wise saw him walk past the store, he practically dragged him inside, saying something about how he felt lonely since Belle left to run some errands.

He couldn't say that it bothered him, in fact, he thought that spending the day like this wasn't so bad. 

After a moment, Wise sighed and stretched his arms above his head, his back cracking into place. 

“I’ll let Belle do the rest,” he said, dropping into a seat right next to Seth. “I'm tired.”

“You've worked hard.” 

Wise chuckled and his eyes moved to Seth’s mug, he frowned. “You didn't like it?” 

“Oh… I haven't tasted it yet, actually. It's too hot.”

Seth looked from side to side as Wise stared at him. He stuttered out a 'what?!' and blushed when Wise started to laugh out loud. 

“What's so funny?!” 

Wise tried to stifle his laughter, “that nekojita of yours is rather cute~!” 

Seth widened his eyes and felt the blush on his cheeks darkening, almost making him sweat. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like a little fish out of water, and that made Wise laugh even harder, holding on to the edge of the table to keep from falling. 

“it's- It's not funny! Shut up!” 

“It is funny!” Wise said with a bright smile. “Now not only your ears and tail, but also your tongue is just like a cat's? Oh, officer, that's simply adorable!” 

Seth’s ears pressed to his skull and the fur on his tail stood up. As Wise continued to laugh, Seth began to growl, baring his fangs. 

“You-! I'll give you a good reason to laugh about!” Seth leaned back a little to push himself up and jump on Wise, knocking him out of the chair and causing them both to fall to the ground. 

Wise groaned, trying to get up before hysterical laughter blossomed from his mouth as Seth's fingers began to tickle his hips. In one of their tickle fights, Seth had learned that this was a very ticklish spot on Wise and he didn't hesitate to use that knowledge while he straddled Wise thighs, keeping him pinned to the floor with his weight. 

“S-Seheheth! N-Nohoho, plehehease! I'm sohohorry!” 

“Ah, now you're sorry, huh? You didn't look too sorry while you were teasing me just now, huh?” A mischievous smile spread across Seth's face and he couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, infected by Wise's loud laughter. 

Seth's agile fingers moved all around Wise's hips, pinching the bone and rubbing deep circles against the sensitive skin. Wise arched his back, laughing brightly and begging for mercy as his hands uselessly pawed at Seth's hands.

“Hehe, how's this? Didn't you want to laugh? You're laughing plenty now, right?” Seth teased with a huge smile on his lips. 

Wise shook his head, squealing as the tickling to his hips didn't cease, on the contrary, it increased as Seth's tail had found its way under his shirt and was wiggling directly against the bare skin.

“THAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR!” He cackled, throwing his head back as Seth's fingers moved up to play with his stomach.

“That sucks. I'm still tickling you, though,” Seth chuckled to himself, blushing as he saw his friend giggling and laughing and squirming under him. 

He certainly was still getting used to this. He couldn't remember the last time he tickled or was tickled by someone else that wasn't Wise. He didn't have anyone to play with before, and now that he was an adult, it felt a bit silly to do these kinds of things… but he had to admit it, it was so much fun.

He liked watching Wise laughing so carefree and happily, and Seth knew the Proxy didn't mind being tickled silly like this. He also liked being tickled by Wise, but that was something he wouldn't dare to admit out loud ever… and he thought it was okay, after all, he was sure Wise had already noticed it on his own.

“SEHEHETH! I gihihive uhuhup!” 

Seth giggled, his hands and tail leaving Wise's body. “Ow, you're not fun, I thought you really wanted to laugh?” He asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Wise went limp against the floor, shaking his head no as soft residual giggles still made his body tremble. “I- I lahahaughed pl-plenty ahalready, th-thank you.” 

Seth laughed softly and he got up, helping Wise back into his chair. The officer grabbed his mug and brought it to his lips, giving it a long sip. 

“Haah, so good.” 

Wise looked at him and giggled, his hand moving to playfully scratch at Seth's ear, making him jump and giggle. “I'm glad you liked it, officer. You're welcome to come by anytime for a mug.” 

Seth smiled softly, nodding shyly. He really had a friend to do silly things with now!

[tickle-fight-club]

@dot-the-switch happy holidays! I’m ur squealing santa😋

hope you like it!!🎄

[wisebillygaysex]

merry p(t)ride month everyone

[lovelynim]

THE GIRLFRIENDS EVER!!!

This is a commission, do not use.

The commissioner decided to remain anonymous ☝️

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR COMMISSIONING ME!!! ❤️❤️ it was such a pleasure 🥺💋

[lovelynim]

Victoria Housekeeping co.'s special service

Zenless Zone Zero - Lycaon x Wise

A/N: This time I can only thank an anonymous supporter for trusting my skills, ehe ~ I'm not playing ZZZ and I didn't look too much into it, but I think I managed to do a good job.

Also, thanks @/wertzunge for beta reading this one for me!

Summary: Instead of doing her chores, Belle decides to hire Victoria Housekeeping's services to do it for her... and to do something else to her brother

Word count: 1020 words

“Coming…” Wise mumbled, heading towards the door after hearing someone knock thrice on the other side. Having to stop in the middle of his chores wasn’t exactly appreciated, but the possibility of a new customer waiting outside gave him just enough motivation to do so.

“Hello,” the proxy said, trying to sound as friendly as possible, “are you looking f- w-woah…” Wise stopped mid sentence at the sight of a tall, ominous and… fluffy figure. “Ahm, c-can I help you?”

“Victoria Housekeeping, at your service,” Lycaon announced, bowing slightly as his tail swished behind his back. “A full service was requested by master Belle. Is this the correct address?”

Wise nodded, still a bit stunned. His sister left not long ago - just after getting a hearing from him from not cleaning up her bedroom - and he was already accepting the fact that it would be on him to tidy up the place… Wise never expected Belle to actually hire someone to do the job. “V-Victoria? Wait, you guys actually do housekeeping services?”

"Our services are varied. We take every job that our staff see fit to fulfill.” Lycaon explained, a gentle yet firm voice tone as his cold gaze laid upon Wise. “I take you’re master Belle’s brother, master Wise. May I come in?”

Right. “Y-yes, that’s me. Please, come in,” Wise nearly stuttered, quickly stepping aside to allow the Thiren to enter his place. The proxy felt a weird sense of shame when Lycaon seemed to inspect the place so thoroughly, almost as if it was some sort of crime scene. “Ahm, sorry for the mess. I was about to clean it up and-”

“No need to apologize, master,” Lycaon interrupted, the sound of his metallic legs echoing as he turned around to face Wise. “That’s what I’m here for. Master Belle requested a full housekeeping and ‘care’ service.”

“I see,” Wise sighed. “Let me show you around, then.”

“As you wish, master,” Lycaon responded promptly, following Wise with absolute elegance in each and every action. A true gentleman, if you asked Wise.

In their short walk around, Wise decided that his bedroom would be a good place to start. It was where he was the most comfortable and familiar with and, if Belle indeed hired a ‘full housekeeping service’, then cleaning his room should also be part of the pack, right?

“This is far better from what I’ve expected, master,” Lycaon praised the proxy as he slid his fingers over one of the shelves, trying to check if there were any particles of dust laying around. “I believe this is not the main part of the problem, is it?”

“No, it isn’t,” Wise chuckled, sitting on the edge of his bed, “I- well, I thought it would be the easiest to start from, so I decided to show you this room first,” he explained, quickly using the excuse he just came up with.

“Then,” Lycaon turned to Wise, his tall figure towering over him as he stood inches away from Wise’s seat, “do you mind if I start with the second part of the service, master?” Lycaon suggested, holding his hand behind his back.

“What do you mean?”

“Master Belle requested a full housekeeping and care service,” Lycaon explained politely, “with your permission, I’ll do the cleaning once I’m done “taking care of you”, as she described in her request.”

Wise had a puzzled look on his face. What kind of thing did Belle hire? Taking care of him? “A-ahm, sure? What did she ask you t- WAH!!”

“Excuse me, master,” Lycaon muttered gently in a paradoxical contrast with his actions. With great, yet careful, force, the Thiren pushed the proxy back into the mattress. In a swift of Lycaon’s tail, Wise was straddled by cold, metallic legs that firmly pinned his body.

And, before he could figure what was going out, one of Lycaon’s hands closed around both his wrists, keeping them above his head. “As per request by master Belle, I need to inform you that this is for ‘scolding her and being so picky about her bedroom’, master,” Lycaon nodded, following the protocol like a true professional while… merciless tickling Wise’s body.

Big, yet nimble hands scratched and tickled up and down Wise’s side, pinching the spots between each of his ribs and prodding at the middle of his armpits. A mix of embarrassment and confusion struck Wise, but there was no room inside his brain to process all that when all he could think of was how much it tickled. “L-LYCAHAHAON!! AHaHAHAh, wahAHAHait a sehEHEhecon!”

“I apologize, master,” Lycaon muttered, his free hand torturing Wise’s exposed and vulnerable armpit with a ticklish onslaught, “I’m here under master Belle’s orders and her only. I’m afraid I can not follow your requests,” he explained, his hand quickly shooting down and tickling Wise’s waist like it has never been tickled before.

“P-plehehease!! AhAHAhah, i-it’s baAHAhad, LycaHAHAHON!!” Wise could feel the heat spreading over his cheeks as he laughed, all happening so fast and so suddenly that he could barely hold back his reactions. Why did they even have services like this?!

Still, Lycaon was merciless - an unstoppable, unyielding and ticklish force. It tickled so bad and he was still using just one hand!

…

Wise stared at the ceiling with a blank expression, his eyes gazing at the nothing while the sound of vacuum cleaner echoed from the other room. Even after receiving Lycaon’s 5-star-rated aftercare, he still felt like his body was drained of any energy. His stomach and cheeks still sore from laughing and, if he closed his eyes, he could still feel that lingering sensation of Lycaon’s fingers tickling him.

“I’m almost done with master Belle’s room, master,” Lycaon announced, turning off the tool before starting a different task - probably folding her bed sheets or something else. “Would you like something to drink once I’m done, master?”

“N-no need,” Wise sighed, the sound of his own laughter still ringing inside his head. Belle, that brat… Still, he shouldn’t give a negative review to Lycaon, right? It wasn’t like he did a bad job anyway…

[yellowelectroslime]

☆ Tickletober 2024 Masterlist ☆

Fandoms: Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Jujutsu Kaisen, Genshin Impact

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Day 1: Anticipation - Ler!Stelle, Lee!Sampo

Day 2: Chase - Ler!Dan Heng, Lee!Stelle

Day 3: Prank - Ler!Capitano, Lee!Childe

Day 4: Hide and Seek - Ler!Himeko, Lee!Caelus, Lee!March

Day 5: Boo! - Ler!Rina, Lee!Wise

Day 7: Fidget - Ler!Sunday, Lee!Reader

Day 8: Nuzzles - Ler!Fushiguro, Lee!Itadori

Day 9: Wake up! - Ler!Alhaitham, Lee!Kaveh

Day 12: Mischief - Ler!Ayaka, Ler!Ayato, Lee!Thoma

Day 13: Win - Ler!Stelle, Ler!March, Lee!Dan Heng

Day 14: Lose - Ler!Himeko, Ler!March, Ler!Caelus, Lee!Welt

Day 23: Sweet - Lee!Nirei

Day 26: Ticklish kiss - Ler!Jane, Lee!Seth

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

This is my first tickletober ever! Hope u guys enjoy (,,> ᴗ <,,)!!

all of these fics will also be available on ao3 here!

[jackytickles]

IM ALSO AUTISTIC!!! I WANNA PULL A BAD BITCH LIKE JANE

Seth Lowell and the bad bitch he pulled by being autistic

[r0-boat]

So... Netflix and chill with Wise 👉🏻👈🏻

Fucking hell yeah!

Are you still watching?

Zenless Zone Zero Wise x Gn!afab Reader.

Cw: rough!Wise, sex on the couch, smut.

You are pretty sure no one in the entire world uses 'Netflix and chill' seriously...

Except for Wise apparently

Wise_Ass💞: Wanna come over? And chill maybe watch some Netflix?

You squinted at your phone, the brain still booting up as you woke up from a beautiful more than 8 hours of sleep on a Saturday.

Your eyes skimmed over the text again. Wondering if their eyes were read that right. The words were switched, but 'Netflix and chill' usually doesn't mean just 'chilling.' But even then, it is more of a tongue-in-cheek term. A term that you don't take seriously, no matter how serious you are.

It was only natural you would brush something like this off; anyone would. Shooting him a text back, you picked out your clothes and headed into the bathroom to shower.

Wise had been so pent up... So. Pent. Up. He had been doing this year's taxes, and if you run and operate a business, doing the taxes is hell; he could let Fairy do it, but then Fairy would probably find some weird loophole, and that just sounded like more work down the line, as well as possible suspicion. He knew 100% that Belle would take twice as long, but only because 70% of it would involve procrastinating. So he would much rather be in charge of the finances and taxes.

Combined the fact that he just hasn't seen you in a while.

All he wanted to do was unwind and have you in his arms. And drill you into the couch pinning your body down folding you in half to fuck you raw and hard, feeling your wet pussy clinch to milk his aching cock. Wise doesn't like thinking about your body being anything more than a sex toy. Even now, instead of staring at the documentary he's probably watched a hundred times, he stares at you with hunger.

Now you were sitting right beside him in his room, the door locked. Pressing your side into him. Your body feels softer than usual, an arm wrapped around your neck and head sliding down your back, pulling you closer, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt.

He has no idea why he feels so needy today, His heart is practically pounding in his chest as he tries to slowly initiate sex hoping you pick up on What he is trying to tell you before he loses his mind.

He is so relieved that you seem to be more invested In the documentary about animals because he is a rock fucking hard, and all he could think about is mounting you like one.

He was He is blunt honest and calm but when it comes to you especially sexually he can barely think.

His hand slides back to his side before placing it on your thigh His breath shaking As he watches you slightly spread your legs underneath his grip.

Fuck it.

You watch when Wise picks up the remote turning the volume up just in case if a nosy sister is here. He scoots away from you and before you could question him he picks up your legs on the couch before crawling on top of you. Instead of his gentle smile and a soft gaze of green.

Those same eyes staring to you the look of hunger you just noticed to eat you alive butterflies fluttered in your stomach as Wise's hand is already reaching underneath your pants. You thought you were used to Wise's subtle initiation. You've been with your boyfriend long enough to know his body language.

As the documentary still plays in the background which gets drowned out by his voice tickling your ear.

"Can I have you? Do you want this?"

From the way he looks at you to the straining you now feel in his pants his true intentions are more than clear. And very welcomed.

You wrap your arms around Wise as his lips meet yours. He missed those lips. Soft lips he could kiss for hours. But your lips will not be enough, as much as he loves his tongue in your mouth he wants to make sure every part of your face, neck, collar and chest gets attention from his mouth, from soft kisses, hungry licks and possessive hickeys. Wise had been doing this since the first time He had sex with you.

As his lips pepper your face before going down to your neck He sheds off your shirt before kissing further down.

Wise nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck taking in your lovely scent he'd missed so dearly. His warm wet tongue glides across your neck before suckling on the soft skin. He nips and sucks leaving a hickey in a quite visible spot he will probably regret later. Right now all he could think about was your chest in his mouth.

But before he could lean down too put one of your hard and nipples in his mouth you pull at his shirt. Wise realizes he was still fully clothed And he can't have that. He gives you a gentle smile kissing on the forehead before getting up off the couch you watch as he strips slowly lifting his shirt over his head before taking his pants his boxers with it. Usually your shy boyfriend leaves his boxers on until he's ready to slide inside you.

You don't mind this at all He's cute shy smile with his throbbing cock bobbing as he climbs back on top of you was a sight to behold. Wise slides off your bottoms and your underwear leaving you both naked as the day you were born. His cock was so close to your wet slit an occasionally Wise when his mouth was busy on your chest he would grind his shaft against your wet folds.

You want to reach out and touch him but he stops you His hand gently grabbing your wrist and firmly pinning them over your head.

"no touching." He smirks holding you down with one hand the other hand sliding it's fingers down your body before finding your pussy.

"But you're touching me That's not fair!" You whine which Wise only response "That's unfortunate."

His eyes were trained on you the entire time as his fingers went up and down before sinking inside. You are thankful that the volume drowned out the sound you just made, feeling is cold thick fingers fill your cunt. Wise knows exactly where to touch trying to go deep enough to curl his fingers into that spot. His eyes lit up his mouth tongue open watching you arch your back underneath him spurring him on to finger fuck you faster harder.

He has never heard such noises come from your pussy before. why didn't he ram knuckles deep into your cunt sooner? He kept sucking on your chest occasionally alternating between your nipple and your neck, he could feel you clenching around him.

"Are you close? Come on baby, You can do it, squeeze my fingers and cum. Come on, you deserve to feel good. I want you to feel good."

Again you think the documentary still playing in the background as you moan Wise's name as you trench his fingers. Fingering you through your orgasm And when you finally come down from your high you watch as Wise uses your juices to coat his cock His fingers and hands sliding up and down the thick veiny shaft.

His breath is shaky as he touches himself, giving himself a few more pumps before lining it up.

"I need more I'm sorry I don't think I can be gentle please let me know if I hurt you." He kisses you on the forehead finally letting go of your wrists he grabbed your legs putting them over his shoulders.

Mating press. Something he can only hear of so animalistic, raw, and filthy. But that's how he wants to take you. That's how he has been craving to take you.

Wise's mouth is hung open, his chest heaving sinking himself inside.

He clenches his teeth letting out of his and a grown, You already arch your back clamping down on him as he struggles to move deeper inside.

Wise wants to be rough but he is not a monster He lets you adjust to his size, before he starts moving. He stays fully inside you for a few minutes again peppering your face with kisses before asking if he could move. And when you nod he clenches his teeth His fingers digging into your thigh he slowly pulls out before.

Slamming back inside you You let out a surprise shriek when she places his hand over your mouth. At that point Wise is gone seeing his own hand over your mouth keep fully leans his body into yours slamming down again and again. You are grateful for him covering your mouth because you cannot stop your noises.

And apparently, Wise can't either, usually, during sex, he's breathy, but this time, as he ravages your body, he growls and moans like an animal in rut as he plunges into you over and over again. Hitting that deep spot inside you that had you cumming on his cock.

Wise's eyes roll back in pleasure feeling your cunt squeeze him for all his worth. Pounding into you with reckless abandon chasing his orgasm.

Wise sinks his teeth into your shoulder stealing his hips inside of you with one final slam he fills you up to the brim. Wise collapses onto you wrapping his arms around you giving you another dose of sweet kisses whispering Sweet nothings of how much he loves you and missed you.

Wise Not wanting you to fall asleep on the couch picks you up into his arms He smiles down at you when you yawn.

He puts you in his bed and joins you. Is neatly folded sheets and blanket now tossed over to fit the both of you. The smell of him and the fresh smell of his laundry lull you to sleep, snuggling into his chest. Wise smiles, welcoming you into his arms.

The documentary was still playing, but neither of you cared. It was just background noise for you to fall asleep, too.

[ihaznoclue]

Masterlist!(I can literally not put any more posts on here T-T)

ZENLESS ZONE ZERO

Von Lycaon

Forgiveness

Fashion Designer

Neat and Tidy

I like you already

Farther Friend

Strong and Tall

Cute but deadly

You deserve a break

Yokai

Liar..

I'm listening

Kidnapped

The quiet type

Affected

You deserve a break 2

I don't wanna die

Sticky Situation

She's one of a kind

Protect you at all costs

You forgot your lunch

Playing with your hand is my comfort

Maid outfit

No control

You're how old?

You safe now

Liar... Part 2

Stealing habit

Kidnapped Part 2

You deserve something

Ellen Joe

You work to hard

Clinginess

Pretend to be my Mother

Blind and Cute

I'm listening

Sticky Situation

Protect you at all costs

Shy little fox

Maid outfit

Billy Kid

Reunited

You never listen

Here let me help you

Virus cold

Strong and Tall

You are like me

Ex-propmaker

I'm sorry

Affected

Felt bad

Sticky Situation

She's one of a kind

Protect you at all costs

Playing with your hand is my comfort

You deserve something

Nicole Demara

Fashion Designer

Amnesia

Nurse to the rescue

I'm sorry

Too tired

Photo genius

Chilling out together

Protect you at all costs

Confession

Little spoon

You deserve something

Anby Demara

Pocky challenge

I'm sorry

Protect you at all costs

Nekomata | Nekomiya Mana

Amnesia

Blind and Cute

Yokai

I'm sorry

I'm listening

Too tired

Grew up together

Sticky Situation

Shy little fox

You're how old?

Anton Ivanov

Best boyfriend

Badass

Injuried

She's one of a kind

You forgot your lunch

Grace Howard

Badass

Tickle fight

I'm listening

Ben Bigger

Badass

Yokai

You forgot your lunch

You're how old?

Koleda Belogbog

Badass

You're how old?

Wise

Affection

Night owl vs Early bird

You deserve something

Belle

I like you too

Confession

Little spoon

You deserve something

-A<3

[lovelynim]

Pills

Zenless Zone Zero - Seth Lowell x Asaba Harumasa

A/N: My original plan was to write something for Seth's birthday, but I couldn't pop off something until now so... be aware this might feel rushed and not-so-well-done, 'kay? At least it got me back to writing ehehe

Summary: When Harumasa is being difficult about taking his morning medicine, Seth tries to make them more appealing to his senior.

Word count: 1732 words

[Also on Ao3]

“N-no!” Seth hissed, reaching his hand out to grab Harumasa by his wrist and stop him from getting up from his bed. “Two minutes, then!”

Harumasa hid a chuckle under his breath, slightly turning his head around and throwing Seth a glance with the corner of his eyes.. “I want five now.”

“That’s- that’s even worse!”

Harumasa shrugged his shoulders, turning his head back forward. “Fine for m-”

“Asaba-senpai, wait!” Seth cried again, hesitation and uncertainty clear in his voice as he stopped Harumasa from getting up for the fourth time that morning. It wouldn’t look like it, but if you asked Seth, he would swear Harumasa was the one being extra difficult over something meaningless.

“T-three! We can do three minut-”

“Ten.”

“Can you stop?!” Seth groaned, dropping his head into the mess of blankets, pillows and sheets in the bed. His hand, however, was still clasped tightly around that slim, delicate arm. His fingers trembled and his ears and tail dropped in defeat. “Asaba-senpai, please!”

“I’m starting to feel like fifte-”

“Okay!” Seth gasped, looking up to the cruel, sadic man he dared to call a partner. “T-ten, alright, but you’ll take it all, ok?! No more weird requests after this one,” he pouted tiredly, almost as if he was on the verge of crying.

The only answer that came back his way was Harumasa’s cheeky smile. “It’s a deal, then,” Harumasa nodded.

Sigh.

Seth slowly pushed his body up, getting on his knees and looking at Harumasa with a frustrated frown. “Where are the rest of the pills?” He mumbled, sliding off the bed and walking around his senior’s room.

“In the bathroom, inside the mirror’s storage ~” Harumasa sang, laying back down on his bed and crossing his arms behind his head, “it’s the one with the white label!” He instructed, but barely bothered himself to check if Seth was picking the right one.

If only Seth hadn’t asked about it earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now…

The thiren slowly made his way to the mentioned spot, looking at his own reflection while his brain recollected the earlier events of that morning with bittersweet regret. He knew Harumasa’s health wasn’t one to be praised or taken lightly - and that was exactly why Seth couldn’t help but be weirded out when his senior seemed to be skipping his morning medicine.

‘I’m tired of them. If I die, I die,’ was the nonchalant answer Seth got when he asked about it. Of course, he wouldn’t let it be like that. He would be overlooking his duties as an officer if he did not care for a citizen’s well-being and, even worse, as a person if he let Harumasa, of all people, do such harm to himself.

And just like that, an endless sequence of requests begin, one after the other. The deal was simple: if Harumasa agreed to take his pills, Seth would do him a little favor.

Feed his cat. Brew that morning’s coffee. Tidy up the bedroom (postponed, as they had yet to leave the bed). Take him out for dinner later that day. And so on. Seth couldn’t help but be a little surprised at the amount of different kinds of medicine his senior was on, but, at the same time, this whole thing wasn’t too much of a hassle anyway.

That, at least, until that one request dropped. ‘Let me tickle you’. Seth sighed, shivering and cringing just at the memory of those words. He picked up the flask with the white label, slowly making his way back to Harumasa’s bed.

“Here, Asaba-senpai,” he mumbled, handing Harumasa a single pill that rested on top of his palm. “Do you need some water to help you swallow it?” 

Harumasa shook his head.

Just after placing it inside his mouth, Harumasa tilted his head back, letting the medicine go down his throat effortlessly - probably a trick after taking those for so long. “It’s a small one, it barely bothers me at this point.”

“I see, then I- woAH!” Seth gasped, caught by surprise as Harumasa held him by his wrist and pulled him back into the mattress. Before he noticed, he was laying flat on his back and a devious, evil pair of eyes stared at him. “W-wahait, Asaba-sehehenpai!”

“Stop laughing, I’m not even touching you yet,” Harumasa mumbled, pinning one of Seth’s hands under his leg as he straddled the thiren’s body and the other held up above his head. “How long was it? Twenty minutes, right?”

“I-It was ten! You said tehehen minuhu-ahAHah, w-wait, plehehease!” Seth giggled in panic, feeling ticklish just by seeing Harumasa’s hand hovering above his unprotected armpit. He kicked his legs behind his senior, his tail curling up with the anticipation that seemed to race through his whole body. “I’m nohot reahahady!!”

“Huh?” Harumasa scoffed, his hand resting on top of Seth’s chest, “you're an officer, shouldn’t you always be prepared for anything?”

“P-prepahared for my duhuties! Not to be tihihi- aAH, sehehenpai, dohohon’t!” Seth squeaked like a dog’s toy when Harumasa poked him under his arm. He felt the heat gathering around his face, spreading down his neck. His heart was beating so fast that he worried it would explode.

Harumasa, however, seemed to be enjoying each and every one of these reactions. “You know, we don’t have all day,” he giggled, lying with a straight face as if he wouldn’t want to spend the whole day with Seth instead of being in that boring office. “I will count to three and we will start.”

“W-wahait, senpai, thahat’s too-”

“One.” Harumasa started, even pulling Seth’s hand a little higher to stretch out his body.

“NOhoho, plehehease, j-juhust a momen-”

“Two.” He continued, curling his fingers into a claw and grabbing Seth’s side, feeling the other guy jumping at the mere feeling of his touch. Oh this was going to be good, he thought.

“SEHenpai! D-dohont! Please!”

“Three.”

As soon as that word left Harumasa’s lip, Seth went silent, as if it shattered his hopes of escaping that nasty deal that got himself in this situation. Then, the brief silence was replaced by a stream of loud, surprised laughter when Harumasa’s fingers wiggled and tweaked at Seth’s sides.

It tickled - and it tickled a lot. Seth arched his back off the mattress, slightly lifting Harumasa along as he squirmed under his senior’s weight. “W-wAHAHAhait!! I-I nehEHeheded mohohore tihiHIme! SehehEHEnpai, plehehease!”

“We don’t have more time, Seth,” Harumasa hummed pleased, repeatedly squeezing Seth’s side and tickling the edges of his stomach, his fingers working wonders on that sensitive, defined body. “Can’t have you being late for work, right? We need to get down to business!”

“T-THIHihis is nohot busihihiness!” Seth whined, his hand clenching into a tight fist above his head while he dug his heels into the soft blanket that surrounded them.

He pulled at both his arms, only to find them both still firmly trapped, held out of Harumasa’s way and unable to stop the ticklish onslaught. All he could do was thrash his head and kick his feet, all in vain and for nought.

Despite the squirming, Harumasa could still tickle his stomach, side, ribs and armpit - the latter giving him even louder laughter from Seth. “AHAHASAHa- Ahahasaba-senpahAHai, nohoho! Sto-stohohop it, plehehease!”

“We had a deal, officer,” Harumasa giggled, gently scratching the outstretched, soft skin under Seth’s arm, making him cackle like a dork. “And I intend to take my part of it~”

Harumasa went on with his teasing, saying something about Seth’s honor and if he wouldn’t hold up to his reputation as part of the PubSec’s team, but the thiren couldn’t really mind it - not when it felt like he was about to die from laughing.

“But I have to say,” Harumasa muttered, unable to keep his mouth shut for more than twenty seconds, “you are doing really well! We’re already past the three minutes mark, just some mo-”

“T-Three?!” Seth gasped, his eyes wide open, as if ready to jump out of their sockets.

“Mhm, it really flies when we are having fun, doesn’t it?” Harumasa nodded, wiggling his fingers around Seth’s neck, scratching his chin and then teasing above his collarbone, “you are blushing, isn’t that cute? ~”

“S-Sehehenpai, plehEHEhease!! AHAHah, I cahAhan’t- noho mohohore!” He whined, a soft cry that barely made it past the endless laughter. 

Time flying? That sounded even more absurd to Seth than Harumasa’s request. It already felt like he was laughing for hours. He felt the corner of his cheeks hurting, just like his throat going dry and, still, all of this after just three minutes? Seth couldn’t believe it.

Just when he was about to plea for some mercy again, hoping that maybe a different excuse could make it up to Harumasa’s mind… the tickling stopped.

Seth slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred while small tears of mirth clung to his lashes. His dazed mind took a moment to process, but a familiar sound made his ear twitch: his phone’s ringing.

“S-senpai..?” Seth asked, watching as Harumasa moved his hand away from Seth’s neck to reach for his phone. Harumasa held his finger before his lips, probably to tell Seth to keep his presence a secret, and took the call, holding the phone next to Seth’s face. “A-ah, ahem, hello, Seth spea-”

“Hi Seth, good morning,” a female voice on the other side of the line answered, “are you on your way to work?”

“My way to wor-” Seth stopped, feeling the words stuck on the back of his mouth as Harumasa gave him a threatening look, “y-yes, captain! I- ahm, had an issue at the dorm, but I’m on my way!”

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to ask you a favor. Could you grab me and Qingyi a coffee when you pass by the shop? You can buy something for yourself too, my treat.”

“A coffee?” He sighed, relieved. Maybe there was still some time, “s-sure, I will be there in a couple min-”

Beep.

“S-senpai! I wasn’t done talking, the captain will thin-”

“You can deal with Zhu Yuan later,” Harumasa interrupted, tossing the phone away and quickly latching his hand back at Seth’s ribs, making the other man jump inside his grip. “You are helping me right now, she can get in the line if she needs something from you. Now, where were we? ~”