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Last Call for Mercy

AN: the much anticipated 600 strike fic is FINALLY here! I think we’ve all been dying to see Poseidon get his ass handed to him with some good ol’ fashioned tickle torture, & I’m here to deliver! That art by you know who (too scared to mention them in this fic) was such perfect inspiration for this fic! Grab a snack & settle in, ‘cause it’s kinda long (just over 4k)

Warning that it’s a little more intense & mean than my usual fics, but it’s Poseidon & he deserves it lmao. Kinda suggestive, but nothing more than that. (I will forever be inspired by the manwhore au) other than that, enjoy Poseidon getting what he deserves!

The wind whipped and howled, waves crashing against jagged rocks. The spray of the sea reached high, filling the air with the taste of salt. Dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sun as rain poured from the sky.

Odysseus stood before Poseidon, calculating his next move. The God lay sprawled across the rocks, bruises and small cuts littering his skin from their previous fight. He looked smug, almost proud.

Odysseus couldn't keep this up forever, and he didn't want to. He was tired of fighting just to survive; it was all he'd known for the past 20 years. He was tired. So, so tired...

He had hoped Poseidon would be too. That when offered a truce: a final chance to leave the past behind, that he would take it. Of course, he could never be so lucky, nor Poseidon so reasonable.

He looked at his island one last time, coming to a decision.

"You're going to call off that storm." He spoke in a dead, flat tone. One that struck fear in the hearts of many and commanded respect.

Poseidon's triumphant smirk stretched further across his face, twisting his features with sadistic glee.

"Or what? You can't kill me," he taunted. Odysseus slowly shifted his gaze back onto him.

"Exactly."

Odysseus stalked closer, like a lone wolf closing in on a kill. Poseidon's grin faltered once he realized Odysseus was still coming towards him.

"Wait-" his eyes darted to where his trident now rested at the soldier's feet. "Wait!"

And then Odysseus smirked.

"Oh no. By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna wish I stabbed you instead," he said matter of factly.

Poseidon sneered, lurching forward threateningly. "What?"

But before he could say another word, the King of Ithica was straddling his hips, shoving his back against the rocks. He blinked in shock, at a complete loss for words.

"Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes," Odysseus said, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. "Even ones you don't expect," he went on to crack his neck, rolling his shoulders just to drag out the anticipation.

Poseidon could've thrown him off, but he was curious where the mortal was going with this.

"Do your worst."

"I intend to."

Poseidon would swear he only screamed so loud because he was caught off guard. I mean, really, who in their right mind would try and tickle a God at a time like this? Who would even think of that?

Odysseus of Ithica, that's who. Because of course he would.

Odysseus dug into his sides, scribbling over bare skin made slick from the rain. Poseidon reacted immediately, folding in on himself with a bark of laughter as he scrambled to shove the offending hands away.

"Whahahat do you thihink you're dohohoing?" he demanded, growling through his laughter. Odysseus snorted in amusement, pinching up and down his sides.

"Thought it would be obvious," he taunted, flashing a sadistic grin. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes in annoyance, prompting Odysseus to claw at his stomach.

"Y-you ahaharrogant bastahard! I ohohorder you to-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there," he cut him off. "You're not the one in control anymore. I am."

Poseidon leveled him with a harsh glare, determined to prove him wrong. "Like hehehell you ahare!"

Odysseus shrugged, sporting a sly, malicious grin. "Agree to disagree."

Poseidon's annoyed scoffed morphed into a snort as he kneaded his lower stomach, right above his waistline. His eyes flew wide open in embarrassment, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds escaping.

"That was a fun noise," he goaded, wiggling a finger in his bellybutton. "Let's hear it again, shall we?" Poseidon shook his head, ready to throw him into the ocean, but much to his dismay, a shrill screech pierced the air instead.

"Close, but I think it was more like this!" Odysseus demonstrated by squeezing his hips. Poseidon bucked and screamed through hysterical laughter. He tried his best to block the offending hands, but the King of Ithica was annoyingly fast for a mortal.

"Ohoho just shut up ahahalready!" he growled in response. That bastard had the gall to chuckle at him.

"Why should I?"

"I-I'll kihihill you!" But the force of his laughter severely negated the threat.

"Not a very convincing argument there, giggles."

"What dihihid you just cahall mehehe?" Poseidon growled through growing hysterics.

"Giggles!" he repeated proudly. To prove his point, he reached up to flutter against Poseidon's fin-like ears.

"Ihihi do nohohot giggle!" he denied through a particularly bubbly bout of giggles.

"Pft, yeah, keep telling yourself that, it won't make it true," he continued to taunt. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes. "Ihif you dohohon’t just shut up-!" he sassed, cutting himself off with a gasp. Odysseus arched a brow and began kneading his hips. He threw his head back in hysterics, bucking like a wild horse.

"Oh yeah? You’ll what?" Odysseus growled threateningly, trailing off. Poseidon sneered and reeled back, ready to slap him, to grab his hands, to throw him off, to do anything to stop what was happening. And then Odysseus grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm above his head.

They locked eyes and Poseidon shook his head, frantically tugging at his arm. How the hell was he so strong? He was a mortal for crying out loud! So what the fuck was going on? Then again, he supposed he wasn't putting up much of a fight, the way he was cackling and flopping around like a fish out of water.

The irony was not lost on him.

It didn't take long for Odysseus to wrestle his other arm into place. He held down both of Poseidon's wrists as he reached off to the side.

He had grabbed Poseidon's own trident, holding it high above him so the light could glint off of it perfectly. Each prong was sharpened to a point, and aimed right at him.

"Hold still, yeah? Unless you want to get stabbed," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke. Poseidon remained speechless as his brain struggled to catch up with itself. He heard a loud metal shing followed by the sound of crumbling rock, and suddenly he could move his arms.

He couldn't move his arms!

He tugged and yanked frantically, but his trident held firm. Each wrist rested in the space between prongs, but there wasn't enough room to slip free.

"That's more like it," Odysseus examined his handiwork, making sure the trident wouldn't budge.

"Are you out of your mind! Let me go!" His entire body grew tense when he felt hands rest atop his ribcage.

"You're a God, it shouldn't be that hard to escape if you really want to," he noted in a condescending tone. Poseidon glared up at him, arms straining as he tugged futilely.

"Just what are you implying?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Odysseus grinned wider.

"Oh I'm not implying anything." He curled his fingers ever so slightly, just barely pressing into the skin. Poseidon gasped and arched his back, desperately fighting off a growing smile.

"You insolehent prihihihick! Stohohop thihis at once!" he demanded through deep hysterics as Odysseus clawed at his ribs.

"That depends. You gonna call off that storm?" Odysseus asked, wiggling his fingers faster as he spoke, making it impossible for Poseidon to answer.

He shook his head and choked out, "N-nehehever!" Odysseus shrugged, not an ounce of sympathy to be found.

"In that case, I guess I'll never stop."

"You thihihink this ihis funny?" he sounded significantly less threatening than he had hoped.

"Hilarious, actually," Odysseus deadpanned, scribbling between each rib, inching closer to his gills with each passing second. Poseidon's laughter rose in pitch, and he struggled with renewed intensity. Odysseus smirked down at him.

"Aw, what's the matter? Is this a bad spot?" he asked, running his thumbs along his bottom gill.

Poseidon snorted, arms straining where they were pinned. His cheeks were flushed, long dark hair fanned out around him like rolling waves.

"Noho, please! Not there!" he begged, a forced grin splitting his face in two as he spoke.

"Oh, have you changed your mind?" Odysseus asked, cocking his head innocently. But his hands hovered above Poseidon's gills, wiggling just above the skin.

He sucked in a breath, leaning as far away as he could. "No-" he barely choked out the single word before he was lost to bubbly hysterics. Odysseus traced along the edge of each gill slowly, watching his reactions with a close eye.

Poseidon snorted and squirmed from side to side, lips twitching into a giddy, nervous smile.

"In that case, I think I'll stay right here." Poseidon's eyes widened in something akin to fear.

"Wait, don't!" he protested, arching his back with a giggly snort when Odysseus traced along both sides. He only had to use one finger to get him squirming and choking back laughter. Poseidon bit his lip, but sputtering giggles and shrieks still managed to slip out. "Stohohop!"

"Don't stop? Wasn't planning to, but whatever you say! Gotta give the God what he wants," Odysseus taunted. Poseidon shook his head, a blush quickly spreading across his cheeks.

"You knohohow dahamn well thahahat's not what I meheheant!" he argued. His laughter was uncharacteristically high pitched as he teased his gills, and Odysseus was eager to see what other noises this spot would produce.

"Mmm, actually, I don't," Odysseus corrected with a casual shrug and a shit eating grin. He jumped to the next gill, wiggling a finger just barely underneath the edge. Poseidon snorted and gasped, arching his back as he clenched his jaw. And yet, his laughter persisted.

It was much more shrill than what Odysseus was expecting, but he supposed that was because of where he was targeting. He made sure to be careful around the gills, keeping his touch light and fluttery. You'd think the lighter tickling was worse from the way he was acting. Odysseus considered the thought, watching the way the God writhed and giggled beneath him.

"Come on, it can't be that bad. I'm barely even touching you!" he noted smugly, ghosting his fingertips along his ribs and gills. Poseidon threw his head back and let out a wheezing laugh.

"Ihit's fucking ahahawful!" he screamed, sounding less angry than he intended, and more desperate than he cared to admit. But as humiliating and degrading as this all was, there was a small part of him that was grateful he wasn't enduring real torture. If the King of Ithica was crazy enough to pull a stunt like this, then there's no telling what he's capable of.

He would count his blessings where he could.

He was pulled from his spiraling thoughts when he heard Odysseus chuckle. "That's over dramatic, don't you agree?" he asked, tracing the rim of his gills at an agonizingly slow rate.

"Nooo!" Poseidon denied, but Odysseus was unsure if he was answering the question, or protesting as the tickling began to speed up. He twisted side to side, unable to dislodge the hands exploring his ribs. He snorted and kicked frantically when a finger hesitantly wiggled underneath a gill.

"FUCK, dohohon't you dahare! I will kihihill you!" Poseidon threatened through breathless snickers. Odysseus cocked his head, sporting a sinister smirk.

He leaned down, invading the God's personal space until their noses were almost touching. "I don't think you will." Poseidon sneered up at him until it was forcibly replaced by a bright smile.

"You cocky little-" his words were cut off by a squeal that gave way to breathless cackles. Poseidon thrashed and tugged on his arms, but his trident held firm against the rocks. Odysseus fluttered his fingers on the inside of the gills, just barely reaching in.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Odysseus taunted, cupping an ear with one hand.

"NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!" he begged, snorting and wheezing in between bouts of hysterics.

"Wow, you do have manners," Odysseus feigned surprise. He decided to cut him some slack and switch to a new spot. After all, this was pretty fun, and Odysseus didn't want him to tap out too soon. He was thoroughly enjoying every second of his well earned revenge... And the power trip he got from it wasn't half bad either.

Poseidon cackled and swore under his breath as he continued teasing the inside of his gills. His laughter began to sound as though he were screaming underwater, frantic giggles gurgling in the back of his throat as he tried to shove them back down. Odysseus had never heard such a laugh, and took it as a sign to slow down.

"You’re starting to sound a little desperate there, so I guess you deserve a break. Besides, we still have other places to explore..." he trailed off as he rested his hands on his biceps. He lightly pressed into the flesh, watching carefully as Poseidon's breath hitched. He drug his hands down until he reached his bare pits.

"There is no we," he snapped through clenched teeth.

"I don't know, I'd say we're pretty close," he said, just to get under Poseidon's skin. It seemed to work, as he scoffed and glared up at him. "What do you think?" he prompted, cocking his head to the side.

"I thihink you're fucking crahahazy," Poseidon answered as his lingering chuckles faded. Odysseus seemed to soften at those words, placing a hand over his heart as they locked eyes.

"Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

Poseidon rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd take that as a compliment."

"Y'know, I liked you a lot better when you can barely speak," Odysseus snarked. He didn't give the God a chance to answer before he dug back in, clawing at his exposed pits. Poseidon practically screamed, thrashing around on the rocks as he tugged and twisted his arms in a futile attempt to free himself.

"That's more like it!" Odysseus cheered, raking blunt nails down the center of his hollows. He snorted and cursed at the sharp ticklish sensation.

"Nohoho ihit's nohohot!" he argued. Odysseus arched a brow.

"You just like arguing for the sake of it, don't you?" he asked, not afraid to call him out.

"Ohoho lihike you dohohon't!" Poseidon taunted back through his giggles.

"Yeah, but you're a God. Aren't you supposed to be above shit like that?" he reasoned.

"Absolutely not!" he growled in frustration. Who was he to tell him how a God should act?

"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Odysseus faked an apology, not once slowing his movements.

"Quit beheheing such aha smart ahahass!" Poseidon demanded. He continued to thrash and kick about, the sea surrounding them churning and sloshing. The choppy waves rose and fell in time with Poseidon's bellowing voice.

"No thanks, I'm good," he shot back smugly. "Now listen up, I got a question for you." When Poseidon didn't answer, he drilled his thumbs in the center of his pits, drawing devastatingly ticklish circles.

"Whahahat?" he cried out, frustration and desperation mingling. Why couldn't this mortal just shut his fucking mouth for five minutes?

Odysseus leaned in with a sadistic grin as he asked, "So, how does it feel to be helpless?" The question caught Poseidon off guard, nearly choking on his own laughter. "How's it feel knowing you can't escape?"

"Thahat's m-mighty presumptuous ohohof you," he challenged, even as he fought off his mirth.

Odysseus snapped his head down to look at him, eyes wide in shock as a bewildered smile tugged at his lips. "Wait, can you escape?" he asked, genuinely curious now. He'd seen Poseidon move around as if he were water, and for all he knew, maybe he was. Yet his body felt solid and firm beneath his touch.

Odysseus just might be hallucinating, because he could swear Poseidon blushed at the question.

"Ehehenough! You dohohon't thihink I'm tryihihing?" he snapped defensively, tugging on his trapped arms with renewed effort. The truth of the matter was, Poseidon technically could escape if he really tried. But using his powers to slip away so easily just felt wrong. He was a God for crying out loud, he should be able to free himself with his strength alone! And at this point, he was determined to do so.

Odysseus studied him before answering. "I think you could try a little harder," he goaded, skittering his nails over the tense muscles of his arms. Poseidon's voice jumped in pitch, bordering on shrill.

"Ohoho whahat do you knohow ahahanyways?" he challenged through breathless snickers. It was meant as a rhetorical question, really. So why then, did Odysseus feel the need to answer?

"I know you're pretty damn ticklish for a God," he shot back, relishing in the way Poseidon glared at him; cheeks flushed and mouth agape in shock.

"Excuse me?" he choked out, struggling to keep his laughter contained. Even in his delirious state, he had to admire the sheer audacity.

"You're excused," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke, smirking at the way Poseidon rolled his eyes.

"You're really not ahas funny as you thihihink," he managed to complain with minimal chuckles.

Odysseus looked down at him, tilting his head to the side with mock innocence. "Really? Then why're you laughing?" He punctuated the question by fluttering his fingers behind his ears.

Poseidon shook his head, scrunching his neck as real, honest to the Gods giggles spilled past his lips.

"Oops, my mistake. Why are you giggling?" Odysseus "corrected" himself, sporting a sly grin.

"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted, despite the bubbly laughter lacing his words.

"Denial looks good on you," he quipped back, tracing along the edges of his ear fins. Poseidon's eyes flew wide open as a dark blush spread across his cheeks.

"Ihihit does nohohot!" he argued, trying his best to sound intimidating. Apparently it didn't work as intended, seeing as Odysseus was cooing at him.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," he goaded, gently pinching his ear, just to hear him shriek. Poseidon flinched away from the touch with a snort.

"Aw, you must be really ticklish here," he added with amusement. Poseidon shook his head frantically, bubbly giggles gurgling in the back of his throat. Odysseus now realized that his laughter just sounded like that. How cute.

"Nohoho! S-stohohop!" he pleaded. The light, teasing touch was downright maddening, and he couldn't take the relentless teasing.

"No thanks, I'm good," Odysseus casually shrugged him off. He scratched blunt nails against the thin skin of his fins, drawing out the most endearing snickers.

"Why you little- wait, dohohon't!" he protested when he saw a mischievous smirk flash across the mortal's face. But there was nothing he could do to stop him when hands latched onto his hips. He bucked like a wild horse, head thrown back as booming cackles escaped him.

"Don't what?"

"Your stupid trihihicks won't work ohon mehehe!" he yelled, thrashing from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the torturous hands squeezing his hips.

Odysseus heaved a sigh and shrugged, "Oh well, it was worth a shot." He moved down to knead his thighs, flinching at the scream that filled the air. He pulled back to cover his ears, allowing Poseidon a moment to catch his breath.

"Oho fuck you, I'm not being that loud!" he snapped defensively. Odysseus opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, the sky lit up with a web of lighting as thunder roared overhead. Poseidon gawked up at the sky, a dark blue blush spreading across his cheeks as Odysseus doubled over in laughter.

"I think your brother would beg to differ!" he cheered mockingly, poking all over his belly. Poseidon snorted and curled in on himself, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the unbearable feeling of fingers on his skin.

"Just shut thehe fuck up! I'll kihihill both of you!" he threatened. Odysseus rolled his eyes as another clap of thunder sounded above, mocking him. This couldn't possibly get any worse.

"I really don't think you could kill anyone right now," he taunted, squeezing down his thighs until he got to his knees, and a loud snort slipped out. He stayed there for a few agonizing seconds before turning around, straddling his legs. And that could only mean one thing.

"Wait! Nohoho!" he shrieked as Odysseus scraped his blunt nails down his soles. He scrunched his feet and kicked as much as he could, but his legs were pinned fairly well, and he was weak from laughter.

"Aw, you have webbing between your toes! That's honestly pretty adorable," he taunted with a fond smile.

"Wha- no it's not!" Poseidon sputtered, fighting off a blush and doing a rather poor job. "I live in the water, what the fuck did you expect?"

"Y’know what? I don't like your tone," Odysseus said, scribbling along his arches. He let out a giggly yelp, jerking beneath the touch.

"Ohoho fuck you! Just lehehet me gohoho!"

"I'll stop whenever you want, just call off the storm!" he insisted in a snide, taunting tone.

"I-I cahahan't!" Poseidon lied as he desperately tried to think of any other way out of the mess he'd gotten himself into.

"We'll see about that," Odysseus called his bluff, glaring down at him with playful malice. He held down his ankles and grabbed his toes, stretching them back. He began furiously scribbling the webbing between his toes, and the reaction was immediate.

Poseidon kicked his trapped legs, scrunching his toes as much as he could. Bubbly giggles and shrieks escaped him as Odysseus continued to rub the thin webbing. His nose was scrunched adorably as he snorted and shook his head frantically.

"Stohohop!" he pleaded once more, but Odysseus wasn't so eager to let him off the hook. At least, not yet.

"You didn't stop when I begged you, so why should I?" he justified the prolonged cruelty.

"Behehecause I fucking sahahay sohoho!" he ordered in between helpless snickers.

That was the last straw. Poseidon was going to cave, one way or another; Odysseus would make sure of it.

He spun around suddenly, vengeance flashing in his eyes. "You still think you're in control?" he challenged, digging into his gills without warning. Poseidon was caught off guard by the change of spots, screaming and wheezing through hysterics.

"NOHOHO! Y-YOU MOHOHONSTER!" he wailed at the top of his lungs. He arched his back, struggling to free himself. He threw his head back in frustration, cackles flowing freely from his smiling mouth.

Odysseus scoffed at the insult and rolled his eyes. "A tickle monster, maybe," he agreed with a snide chuckle. "But didn't you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-"

"Ahalrihihight! Plehehease!" he begged, finally admitting defeat. As much as it pains him to say it, he just couldn’t take any more.

Odysseus wore a satisfied grin as he stared down at him. He leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Now was that so hard?” Poseidon rolled his eyes, a fading blush still dusting his cheeks.

“Incredibly so,” he deadpanned. With a heavy sigh and a wave of his trapped hand, the raging ocean calmed. “There you go, you crazy bastard,” he huffed, sounding almost fond.

“Thank you, that’s all I wanted,” Odysseus said, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he stared at the distant shore. “No hard feelings?” he asked, holding his hand out in a show of truce, forgetting for a moment that the God’s hands were still trapped.

In his deliriously giddy state, Poseidon had forgotten he was supposed to be trapped as he begrudgingly shook the mortal’s hand. He shifted form and slipped past the metal prongs on his trident, flowing into his full height as he stood on the rocks.

Odysseus was frozen in shock, looking between Poseidon and his trident.

“So you could get out the whole time?”

Poseidon’s smirk dropped as he realized the mistake he made. “Wait-” he tried to backtrack.

“And you were just letting it happen!” Odysseus added with a mocking smile, taking one last opportunity to tease him.

“Watch it, I can bring back the storm whenever I like!” he threatened, but it wasn’t nearly as scary as it should’ve been. “But I wasn’t going to resort to cheating in order to beat you,” he justified. Odysseus snorted in amusement, arching a brow skeptically.

“Cheating?” he repeated, making Poseidon scoff and drench him with a wave from behind. “Hey!”

“Using my powers to escape so easily would’ve just been cowardly and unfair,” he justified, because that’s totally the only reason…

“Yeah, cause you looked so brave giggling yourself silly,” Odysseus couldn’t help but taunt, enjoying the choked sputtering the comment earned.

“Whatever, it was getting loose. I would’ve broke free any second.”

“Oh? Is that why you tapped out?” he goaded further, still riding high off of the power trip. Poseidon weighed his options, but decided it wasn’t worth it.

“You’ve wasted enough of my time already. You’re lucky I have places to be,” he said, turning towards the water without another word.

“See ya later,” Odysseus called after him with a small wave. Poseidon froze in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder to glare at him.

“No you won’t,” he corrected harshly, flashing a small grin his way before melting into the waves, leaving Odysseus alone.

“Yeah I will,” he said to himself, smiling out at the calm sea.

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Screaming about this scene (🔞)

To Become a Sadist Ch9.

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what if you sat on my lap with your hands cuffed behind your back, and I tickled your sides whilst softly kissing your neck?

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Ler Thought

Fantasy:

You’re lounging on the couch with your partner when they playfully poke your side, making you flinch and laugh. Amused by your reaction, they start testing different spots, pinning you gently as you squirm and beg for mercy between giggles. Just as you catch your breath, they smirk and whisper, “I’m not done yet,” before launching one last tickle attack.

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OMG Kelli's soft verbal taunting is unspeakably hot

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A Christmas Tickle Surprise

It was Christmas morning, and the soft glow of the fire crackled in the hearth, filling the room with warmth. Yuuri Katsuki stood in the kitchen, bustling about, preparing breakfast for the two of them. The scent of fresh-baked croissants and hot cocoa filled the air. It was a special day, after all—Victor Nikiforov’s birthday.

Victor, ever the morning person, was sitting on the couch, his long legs tucked beneath him as he watched the twinkling lights of their Christmas tree. He was wearing one of Yuuri's oversized sweaters, his silver hair messy from sleep. He looked peaceful, content, and Yuuri couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

"Yuuri, did you need help with anything?" Victor asked, his voice carrying a playful lilt. His bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, always looking for ways to surprise or tease Yuuri.

Yuuri glanced over at him, grinning. "I think I’ve got it, but you can keep me company." He walked over to where Victor was lounging and sat down beside him, feeling the warmth of the sweater against his skin.

Victor beamed, his smile bright and radiant. "You know, Yuuri, I can’t think of a better way to spend my birthday than with you. You really spoil me."

Yuuri chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "You deserve it, Victor. Besides, it's not every day we get to celebrate your birthday on Christmas!"

Victor’s eyes softened, and he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Yuuri's cheek. "And you’re my best present, you know."

Yuuri’s heart fluttered, his face heating up. "You're such a romantic," he said, trying to keep his composure. But as he pulled back, he couldn't resist. "And I think I know how I’m going to give you another birthday surprise."

Victor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell."

Yuuri’s grin grew wicked, and before Victor could react, he reached over and lightly poked him on the side, right near his ribs. Victor jerked in surprise and immediately let out a startled laugh.

"Yuuri! What are you—" he began, but his words were cut off as Yuuri's fingers darted to his side again, this time a little harder.

Victor’s laughter bubbled up, more genuine this time, and his body wriggled to escape Yuuri’s gentle but relentless fingers. "Yuuri! Not there!" he yelped, laughing so hard his face turned pink.

Yuuri’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "Oh, I think I found your weakness, Victor!" He moved his hands up, lightly grazing his fingers over Victor’s torso and ribs. Victor squirmed, trying to pull away, but Yuuri was faster, leaning forward to pin Victor’s arms down on the couch.

"Yuuri!" Victor laughed, his voice now breathless. "Please, not the ribs!"

But Yuuri wasn’t done yet. He kept up the teasing, but now he was aiming higher—his fingers moving towards the delicate skin of Victor’s underarms. Victor’s eyes widened as he realized what Yuuri was planning. "No! Not there! Yuuri, you—"

But it was too late. Yuuri’s fingers gently but insistently tickled under Victor's arms, and the result was instant.

Victor’s entire body jolted with laughter, the sound escaping him in unrestrained bursts. He squirmed against Yuuri’s grip, helpless against the ticklish assault. "Yuuri! I can’t—" he gasped between fits of laughter, his face flushed from both the physical exertion and the hilarity of it all.

Yuuri’s smile widened at the sight of his usually composed partner now wriggling like a fish out of water. He slowed his movements, relishing in the sound of Victor’s laughter. "I didn’t know you were so ticklish here," Yuuri teased, his fingers still lightly brushing against Victor’s sensitive underarms.

Victor could barely catch his breath, still giggling uncontrollably. "You’re terrible!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking from the laughter. "I can’t believe you found that spot!"

"Well," Yuuri said, leaning in closer and whispering in Victor’s ear, "now that I know, I’m going to keep using it against you."

Victor groaned, even as a small smile tugged at his lips. "You’re ruthless, Yuuri," he managed, finally catching his breath. He tried to free his arms, but Yuuri held him down with ease, his playful grin never faltering.

"You're my birthday present, so I get to do whatever I want," Yuuri replied, his fingers still gently tracing the sensitive area beneath Victor’s arms. Victor’s laughter renewed at that, and he gave up trying to resist.

"Fine, fine! I surrender!" Victor called out, though his words were still mixed with giggles. "Please, no more!"

Yuuri paused, his fingers resting just shy of Victor’s underarms. "No more?" he teased, his voice softening. Victor nodded, still chuckling.

"Yes, yes, no more!" he exclaimed. Yuuri finally relented, sitting back to let Victor catch his breath. He placed a gentle kiss on Victor’s forehead. "Happy Birthday, Victor. I love you."

Victor smiled up at him, his eyes still twinkling from the laughter and joy of the moment. "Thank you, Yuuri," he said, his voice tender. "This was the best surprise."

Yuuri grinned. "Glad you liked it. Merry Christmas, too."

And as they sat together, the warmth of the fire and the joy of the season filled the room, the perfect Christmas and birthday gift for the two of them—laughter, love, and a bond that only grew stronger with every ticklish moment shared.

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my poor helpless tummy ☹️

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[Berukuro (JOYkun)] LiviLege Kusuguri Waki Manko – Yuri!!! on ICE dj [Eng: Chapter 1 (only one chapter)

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The (Pet) Detective Agency Chapter 04 Tickle Scene

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The Betrayal of Hope

I got the idea after seeing bean_keyk's video on tiktok and Isabek. b. christ's comment on said video

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the shores of Ithaca. The sea, as it always had, crashed softly against the rocks, yet today it felt different—colder, as though it carried with it the weight of years lost. Penelope sat at the edge of the palace, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The waves whispered the same thing they always whispered: “He will return.”

But Penelope no longer believed them. Her faith had begun to falter years ago, when the gods had promised her that Odysseus would return, and Athena had sworn to protect him. Where was he? Was he still fighting on some distant shore, his body lost beneath the tides, or had the gods abandoned him, as they so often did to men who dared to defy fate?

She had waited.

She had waited for so long, holding onto hope like a lifeline. She had woven and unraveled her tapestry each night, a symbol of her undying faith, but now her fingers trembled as she worked the threads. The loom no longer felt like a tool of patience but a chain that bound her to a life without meaning.

“Where is he?” Penelope muttered under her breath, the question now a mantra that had become too heavy for her to bear.

The sounds of the palace seemed distant now, as though the walls themselves had retreated into silence. She could hear the laughter of the suitors, men who had arrived with promises of marriage, eager to take her as their queen in Odysseus’s place. They did not understand. How could they? They were not the ones who had been promised a return, who had stood by and watched the world move on without her, while she clung to a ghost.

Penelope had trusted Athena, the goddess who had sworn to protect Odysseus on his journey home. She had trusted her as she had trusted the gods for everything else in her life—her marriage, her son, her home. But as each year passed, Athena’s promises grew more hollow. Penelope had waited for Odysseus, believing the goddess's assurances that he would return. But now the question burned inside her like a wound that refused to heal.

"Where is he?" she cried, her voice breaking into the wind. "Athena, where is he? Did you let him die? Was he just another man to you? Another game to play?"

Her words hung in the air, unanswered. The gods had forgotten her. They had forgotten Odysseus. They had let him fall prey to time and fate.

Her thoughts returned to the day the last ship had left, the one that had carried the last hope for Odysseus’s return. She had seen it sail from the shore, the sails billowing with the winds of promise. But no ship had returned with him. No word. No sign. Nothing.

Days became weeks.

Weeks became months.

And still, nothing.

Penelope had made a decision long ago, a promise to herself that she would never let another man take her husband's place. Yet the suitors grew bolder with every passing day. They had no shame, no understanding of what it meant to wait for someone who might never return. They spoke of Odysseus as if he were a dream, something to be forgotten, a man lost in time. The more they spoke, the more Penelope’s heart turned to stone. They would never understand.

She had made her bed in loyalty, in faith, in hope. But now, that bed felt like a tomb. Her love had been a bridge that stretched across time and distance, and now it was being consumed by the darkness of uncertainty. She had trusted Athena to keep Odysseus safe, and for all of Athena’s wisdom, where was her loyalty? Where was the divine intervention that had been promised to her?

No loyalty.

No loyalty at all.

Her voice grew louder as the pain that had been building inside her found its release. "No loyalty! NONE!" Penelope shouted into the empty sky. "Not even from YOU! Where is he, Athena? Where is my husband, the man who swore to return to me? How many years must I wait? How many lies must I endure? Where is Odysseus?"

The wind, as if moved by her grief, howled through the trees. The ocean waves crashed violently against the shore, echoing the turmoil in Penelope's heart. She fell to her knees, the weight of everything—the years, the promises, the broken oaths—too much to bear.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and violet, Penelope realized something. She could no longer wait. The loyalty she had placed in the gods, in Athena, in her husband, had become a burden, a chain that had bound her to a life of endless longing and despair. Odysseus had never returned, and Athena had failed her. There was no more hope to cling to. Only the sharp sting of betrayal.

"Do you hear me, gods?" she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion. "Do you hear me, Athena? You promised me a husband. You promised me his return. But you were wrong. You failed. And I have nothing left but the pain of waiting for someone who will never come back."

The stars above twinkled faintly, indifferent to her sorrow. The sea whispered softly, but its song no longer offered comfort. Penelope’s faith had died with the fading of the sun, and with it, any remaining hope that Odysseus might one day come home.

And so, in the quiet of that night, Penelope made a choice. She would not be the woman who waited forever. She would not be a prisoner to the lies of the gods. She would no longer let her life be dictated by the distant promise of a man who had vanished into the winds.

Her loyalty, once so strong, had withered and died. Now, only her grief remained. And in the silence that followed, Penelope was left alone—alone with the knowledge that she had loved, had waited, had trusted... and had lost everything.

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A Giggle in the Temple

The great hall of Athena’s temple echoed with the reverberations of ancient chants, the air thick with the scent of incense. The statues of gods and heroes watched over the room with silent patience, their eyes forever fixed on the mortal realm. Among them stood Athena, her olive eyes sharp, her expression as stoic as ever.

Yet today, something unusual stirred within the goddess. Her favorite mortal, Odysseus, had been called to her temple. He had been facing yet another trial in his long journey home from the Trojan War, and though his cunning mind and strength had seen him through many hardships, he had recently found himself struggling with something much more... personal.

Athena stood tall, watching as Odysseus knelt before her, sweat gleaming on his brow. The journey had not been kind to him, but there was a resilience in his eyes that Athena admired.

"You've come far, Odysseus," Athena said, her voice smooth as silk but with an edge of mischief. "But tell me, is there a secret you've been keeping?"

Odysseus, ever the seasoned warrior, furrowed his brow. "A secret, my lady? What would I have to hide from you?"

Athena’s lips twitched in a sly grin. "Oh, I’ve heard rumors. They say even the great hero of Ithaca is not immune to a... particular weakness."

Odysseus stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?” He narrowed his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. He had heard the gods enjoyed testing mortals in strange ways, but he never expected it would be his pride at stake.

Athena’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a step forward, her fingers lightly brushing the side of Odysseus’ arm. "Oh, I think I’ve discovered what it is. I’ve always been one for keen observations. And I think," she whispered, her voice playful, "I just might have heard a giggle."

Odysseus blinked, feeling a sudden warmth rise in his cheeks. "A giggle? Surely you must be mistaken."

Athena’s smile grew wider. "I think not." She circled him like a lioness about to pounce, her fingers hovering near his ribs, and then, in an instant, she struck.

A quick, deft poke at his side caused Odysseus to stiffen in surprise. He jerked away, his face flushed with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"I did not!" he protested, his voice a little higher than usual.

“Oh, but you did, Odysseus,” Athena teased, her tone dripping with playful confidence. “I think someone is ticklish.”

Odysseus immediately began to backpedal, but Athena was faster. She deftly darted in, her fingers brushing his sides again, eliciting a sharp gasp from the mighty warrior.

“Stop!” he blurted, his voice losing a bit of its usual composure. "I swear, I’m not ticklish!”

“Oh, really?” Athena’s eyebrows arched in amusement as she reached toward his waist. With a precise flick of her fingers, she struck again, this time just above his hips.

The reaction was instant.

Odysseus let out an uncharacteristic, albeit muffled, laugh, his body jerking in surprise as his stoic façade cracked. “No! Not there! Anything but there!” he gasped between bursts of laughter.

Athena, enjoying the rare sight of the great hero undone, smirked triumphantly. "You see, Odysseus, even the mightiest of men have their weaknesses." Her fingers danced across his sides and ribs, sending the warrior into fits of laughter.

"Stop, please! Athena, I beg of you!” Odysseus laughed helplessly, trying to shield himself, but his arms were quickly pinned by the goddess’ supernatural strength. He could do little but laugh and squirm beneath her teasing.

But Athena was relentless. She knew how to find the perfect spots to make even the most hardened of warriors lose control. “Oh, I think I’ve found your weakness, Odysseus,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You’re far more ticklish than you let on."

“I am not!” Odysseus retorted between fits of laughter, his voice shaking as he tried to maintain some semblance of dignity.

“Oh, but you are,” Athena purred, her fingers gliding effortlessly over his sides. "Just admit it, Odysseus. You’re ticklish, and there's nothing you can do about it."

The mighty hero’s face was red with laughter, his knees weak beneath him. “Okay, okay, I’m ticklish!” he cried, unable to hold back the laughter any longer. “You’ve won! You’ve won, Athena!”

With a final laugh, Athena released her hold on him, stepping back and letting him catch his breath. "I knew it,” she said with a satisfied smile. “Even the gods have their little secrets.”

Odysseus, now breathless and slightly disheveled, gave her a look of exasperation. “I never thought I would find myself laughing at the hands of a goddess.”

“Consider it a lesson, Odysseus,” Athena said, her voice returning to its usual calm tone. “No one is invulnerable, not even you. And sometimes, the greatest strength lies in being able to laugh at ourselves.”

Odysseus straightened up, wiping a tear from his eye as he shot her a playful smile. "I’ll be more careful next time, my lady. But I will never live this down, will I?"

Athena’s smile softened, and for a moment, she looked at him not as a god testing a mortal, but as a friend enjoying the company of a fellow being. “No, Odysseus. I think this moment will stay with you... for quite some time.”

With a wink, she disappeared into the shadows of the temple, leaving the great hero alone, still trying to regain his composure, but now with a secret of his own—one that no one would ever forget.

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A Recipe For Laughter

The kitchen was warm and fragrant, the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the buttery aroma of breakfast. Yuuri stood at the counter, focused on flipping pancakes, humming softly to himself. Victor, seated at the table with Makkachin curled at his feet, watched him with a fond smile.

But Victor Nikiforov was not one to simply sit and watch for long. Mischief glimmered in his pale blue eyes as he stood and approached Yuuri with silent steps, like a cat stalking its prey. When he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s waist from behind, resting his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder.

“You’re so focused, my little pancake chef,” Victor teased, pressing a quick kiss to Yuuri’s cheek.

Yuuri startled but smiled, leaning slightly into Victor’s touch. “Well, someone has to keep us fed,” he replied, flipping another pancake onto the growing stack. “Now let me finish before they burn—”

Victor cut him off with a laugh, his hands sliding playfully down Yuuri’s sides. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said, his voice dripping with faux innocence. “I wonder where your most ticklish spot is... let’s find out!”

Yuuri froze, the spatula slipping from his hand as a sudden jolt of nervous anticipation shot through him. “V-Victor, no—!”

But Victor was already on the attack. His fingers danced along Yuuri’s sides, prodding gently before settling on a spot just above his hips. Yuuri let out a loud squeal, squirming in Victor’s arms as giggles spilled uncontrollably from his lips.

“N-not there!” Yuuri gasped, twisting to escape, but Victor only tightened his hold, grinning like a child discovering treasure.

“Oh? Is this it?” Victor asked, delighting in Yuuri’s laughter. “Or maybe it’s here?” His fingers moved up to Yuuri’s ribs, eliciting a fresh burst of giggles.

“V-Victor, stop!” Yuuri cried, his laughter bubbling over as he leaned forward against the counter, trying to wiggle away. “The pancakes—!”

Victor paused just long enough to glance at the stove, noticing the golden pancakes still sizzling away. “Hmm, you’re right. I don’t want to ruin breakfast.” He leaned in close, his breath warm against Yuuri’s ear. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

With that, Victor withdrew, letting Yuuri catch his breath and turn off the stove. Yuuri grabbed the plate of pancakes and turned to face Victor, his cheeks pink and his eyes narrowed in mock annoyance.

“You’re impossible,” Yuuri said, though the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile.

Victor beamed, unrepentant. “And you love me for it,” he teased, stealing a quick kiss. “Now, finish breakfast quickly, Yuuri, because I fully intend to continue my research after we eat.”

Yuuri groaned, shaking his head as he set the plate on the table. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you’re adorable,” Victor countered, pulling out a chair for Yuuri with an exaggerated flourish. “Now sit, my love. You’ll need your strength for what’s coming next.”

As they sat down to eat, Yuuri couldn’t help but smile, even as he prepared himself for the inevitable ticklish torment that awaited him. Life with Victor was never boring, and Yuuri wouldn’t have it any other way.

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The Riptide's Relentless Jest

The battlefield roared with Poseidon’s fury. Waves surged, towering above the mortal Odysseus, as the god’s trident pierced the sea with thunderous cracks. The air reeked of salt and rage, the storm-darkened skies mirroring the fury in Poseidon's eyes. Yet beneath the tempest’s veil, something cruel and unexpected lingered in the corners of his wrath—a twisted mirth.

Odysseus stood firm on the jagged shore, his bronze blade gleaming against the flashes of lightning. "You may command the seas, Poseidon, but I have defied your wrath before!" he shouted, though his voice trembled against the cacophony.

Poseidon’s laughter echoed like waves crashing against cliffs. “Defied? You call your clever tricks defiance, mortal?” With a flick of his trident, the sea withdrew, leaving Odysseus stranded on the slick, barnacle-ridden rock. “Let me teach you what it means to face ruthlessness, little king.”

The god moved with unnatural speed, his form shimmering with the essence of the ocean. Before Odysseus could strike, the trident was at his feet. But instead of the anticipated blow, Poseidon’s fingers, cold and sinewy as kelp, grasped his ankle. A grin spread across the deity’s face—a grin laced with a cruelty Odysseus had not foreseen.

“Ruthlessness is not always sharp edges and blood,” Poseidon said. “Sometimes, it is the breaking of spirit, the denial of dignity.”

The warrior squirmed as an unexpected sensation surged through him. The god's fingers wove across the sole of Odysseus’s sandaled foot, then another hand joined, targeting the ribs exposed by his armor’s cracks. A guttural laugh broke from the man’s chest despite his clenched jaw. It wasn’t pain—it was tickling.

“Stop!” Odysseus demanded, though his body betrayed him with writhing movements. Poseidon’s chuckle deepened, his hands relentless in their work.

“You mortals are such fragile creatures,” Poseidon mused, his tone bordering on playful mockery. “Ticklish even in the face of your doom? Does your cunning save you now?”

Odysseus swung his blade desperately, but Poseidon’s watery form shifted, evading the strike with ease. The god’s hands doubled their torment, finding weak spots beneath the man’s arms and at his sides. Odysseus’s laughter spilled from him, unbidden and humiliating.

“Laugh, Odysseus,” Poseidon commanded. “Laugh for the lives you’ve taken, the gods you’ve insulted, the arrogance you carry. Laugh as I strip you of pride and strength!”

Odysseus’s vision blurred with tears. His laughter, though involuntary, carried a maddening sense of helplessness. His muscles strained against the sensation, but Poseidon’s supernatural grip held firm.

“You’ll remember this, mortal,” Poseidon hissed. “Every time your mortal pride swells, you’ll remember the day the mighty Odysseus was reduced to helpless laughter by a god.”

But Odysseus, even in his desperation, found his mind racing. His body betrayed him, but his mind remained sharp. Through gasping breaths, he managed to croak, “You... laugh, too... when you fall!”

Poseidon paused, his brows knitting in confusion. Odysseus seized the moment, plunging his blade into the barnacle-encrusted ground. The force sent a crack through the rock, destabilizing the platform. The sudden shift sent both warrior and god toppling into the surging sea.

The waves swallowed them, but Odysseus knew the tides. He maneuvered through the current, breaking the surface first. Poseidon rose moments later, his laughter now edged with begrudging respect.

“Clever as ever, mortal,” Poseidon rumbled. “But know this: I am not finished with you.”

Odysseus swam for his ship, his body trembling from exhaustion and the lingering ghost of Poseidon’s cruel touch. As he climbed aboard, he vowed to never again underestimate the depths of a god’s ruthlessness—or their capacity for twisted jest.

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“Six Hundred Strike” but make it 100% family friendly because I decided not to choose violence today, even tho I’d have reason to do so😂 have this until my blog is unmarked

(wanted to practise my myth!Poseidon design so here he is with myth!Odysseus design)

I’m not sure I want to be active here until the explicit mark is removed, because I wouldn’t like people who lost access to the blog to miss anything (and I feel weird, having the Tumblr basic pfp🥹, as if they had taken my identity away) We’ll see…

Now, I read that this can even take up to a month, so worst case, see you here again in a month (I’ll still be fairly active on Instagram, and once the mark is removed, will post every drawing here too that is done in the meantime)

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Okay, you know what? Here:

Get in the Water, but Poseidon chooses a more family friendly way to convince Odysseus

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they’re dorks

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