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drabble requests still open? awesome! listen, i NEED to see James Walters destroyed, its like that pyramid of needs picture and his ticklish destruction is numero uno :3 maybe he finally annoyed all his brothers enough to gang up on him?

May Drabbles - #17 - Requests Closed!

Note: I think this request was sent before I released the chapter where he gets got by a lot of them, but thank you for requesting his destruction, I like it too! I chose Hank and Josh to help him with it + sentence #53!

“Hmm, looks like the tables have turned…”

Not just turned. The tables flipped. Flipped! James yelled dramatically and tried to flee on all fours as both Hank and Josh followed after him.

So mean! Well of course, they caught James tickling their youngest brother Theodore to death, for no actual reason other than just the brotherly need to mess with him.

But they tickled Theo plenty themselves, so it wasn't fair to gang up on him for only that reason!

"Guhuhuys! I-if you wahahanna fight- at least mahahake it just ohohone of you-wahahaha!"

Hank caught his ankle and dragged him back. He tickled his socked foot mercilessly while Josh sat on top of his back and clawed at his poor ribs. The bastards!

"Guys? You don't have to," Theo said. He was still sprawled on the floor next to him, watching how James cackled like a maniac.

"You're being too kind to him Theodore," Josh said, digging firmly into some of James' worst spots.

"What goes around comes around. It's just a little lesson and reminder, don't worry about it," Hank said casually, releasing James' foot, only to move the tickle punishment to his legs - including that ridiculous spot behind his knees. Why did that tickle so much?

"WAHAa- nohohothing's cohohoming ahaharound!" he wailed.

"What is he even saying?" Josh asked without stopping the tickling. James' annoying twin brother was probably the most pleased to make him suffer like this.

"No idea," Hank said. Even Hank, who only rarely participated in such tickle fests. And now he was doing this?

James noticed Theo getting up and walking away. "THEHEO I'm sohohorry! Hehehehelp!"

But besides asking them to stop it once, Theo did not help him further.

"You're on your own James," Hank said, and just when James thought the tickle punishment came to an end, Hank moved up and grabbed his arms and raised them over his head.

Pinning them there with his knees, he tickled both James' vulnerable armpits while Josh continued to tickle his sides and ribs.

They were murdering him at this at this rate!

"AAHAHAAHAH I'm SOHOHORRY!"

Both of his brothers only chuckled in response. "Just so you know Hank, I'll only stop when you stop first, alright?" Josh said, lazily leaving the decision to the oldest.

Hank nodded. "Got it. I can go for a little bit more."

?!?! But James here couldn't! "Plehehehehease!"

Sure he was being a little dramatic, but in the end they tickled him until he was literally out of breath and the one thing he learned from this was not to bully Theodore anymore, or at least not today. About tomorrow or the day after, well... that was another thing!

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( Quiet appreciation & adoration post for Milky’s tummy ♡︎ ) I may or may not adore Milky’s cute lil tummy…the beauty marks and heart birth mark ૮( ◞ ﻌ ◟)ა ♡︎

He’s so precious…(showing them all side by side, i now realize he’s more red in my most recent doodles, but that’s okay ♡︎ still an absolute cutie)

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Hey, I'll just leave it here

Until next time

Fandom: Stalker. (Those who don't know may not pay much attention to this, it's not that important)

Warnings: Binding, torture, kidnapping.

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Roman wanted to think through the plan to the smallest detail, but his plan didn't include kidnapping and such unexpected turns of events.

(The fanfiction was originally written in a different language, so, sorry for the poor translation. Also, this is my first and only fan fiction, so don't judge me too harshly pls, i'm sensitive)

Evening. Agroprom. On the radio, sometimes only statics were heard instead of a voice. A dozen people with good equipment moved out of the place and headed straight for the enemy. It was risky and extremely dangerous, but an order is an order.

"Attention, get ready. The Base of the Dolg is right in front of our eyes. We continue to walk, but in no case do not make noise and do not give yourself away. Shoot at my command. That's it, let's go..."

In front of everyone was the commander - Roman Akirov, nicknamed "Genie" and issued orders. A man who is steadfast in spirit and character, performing the duties of a leader.

Standing behind the stones, in a comfortable position and waiting for everyone else, he pressed the button of the radio. In the radios of the others, a quiet voice sounded:

"Fire."

Four at the post immediately lay on the ground dead, and unwanted guests began to run to the sounds of shots.

"Fire when ready!" "The command sounded firm and immediate.

The shooting range began. Bullets whistled overhead, and soldiers' heart was pounding so wildly that it seemed to fly out of their chest.

Roman made his way closer to the enemies, walking along the fence, and when the shooting subsided for a second, he sneaked into the territory. Having killed two more people, he turned the corner of the building and didn't notice at all how someone was following him, very close. Swinging the butt, this someone hit Genie hard enough on the head and he fell unconscious, not even being able to understand what had happened.

Waking up somewhere where there was no light, Roma slowly, almost with difficulty, opened his eyes and realized that he was sitting and couldn't move at all. His hands are tightly tied to the arms of the chair, he cannot move his legs either. Clearly, he was captured - this is something that he did not plan in any way. His head was buzzing, and he couldn't see anything. It was not visible until the light was turned on.

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and from such a bright light, which for some reason shone directly into his face, his head began to hurt even more, as if splitting into pieces.

"Hehe, look, he doesn't even have blood, how did you hit him so that he remained intact?"

From behind the flashlight appeared the grinning face of some stalker, resembling a bandit in appearance and manner of speech. And from the back of the room came a more bass voice, only no one was visible in the pitch darkness.

"You'll learn, but for now," the voice began to get closer, "I think we should find out what it was an hour ago."

A very tall man, two meters tall, appeared from the darkness, in good, almost new equipment and a suit, not at all like Dolg's, but black, completely black. Only the Dolg's patch was a distinctive sign. He began to speak again.

"Well, let's see. Ah.." - In the hands of that man, Roma recognized his PDA - "Roman Genie, 35 years old, Svoboda group, master rank, very interesting..." - the voice spoke with perceptible sarcasm, as if he had known this for a long time, and then feigned surprise - "Oh, so you are the leader of this gang that ran into us today? That's our luck. And yet, you remind me of someone."

Genie didn't raise his head, deep down he was preparing himself that this was his last day, just in case.

"Are you going to talk, or I should hit you again, but harder?" - Another man standing in front of him shouted threateningly. It was only obvious that he was still young, but he had already get many small scars.

"Hush, Pavlin, hush, at this rate he really won't tell us anything. And if so, then I will help him to be a little more honest with us and with himself." - The tall man bent down a little and grinned weakly but slyly, looking Roman straight in the eyes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Pavlin?" - The bass voice of the young guy called out.

"Yes-s?" - He replied with feigned politeness.

"Go out for 5 minutes."

"Eh? Can you really manage it that quickly?" - The guy asked in bewilderment, looking at the elder in puzzlement.

Silence followed in response, and the younger one immediately obediently left the room, understanding the hint.

"Well, well, we're alone. And the atmosphere become a little nicer, right?" - Dolg's soldier began, - "You're lucky – there will be no pain, no death, although I still have doubts about death.."

Roma began to panic a little in his heart. In fact, he didn't show it in any way, only looked at the black silhouette, trying to examine the face.

"Tell me, Roman, where are most of your people? Because we can't figure you out... Or are you moving?"

Akirov was silent and, apparently, didn't intend to speak. Of course, only a coward or a traitor could turn in his own people so easily.

"You're not very talkative, are you? Well, don't worry, we can fix it." - The man said with a slight smugness in his voice.

It should be noted that Genie wasn't wearing any protective suit or exoskeleton, it was removed. In other words, he wore nothing but a black turtleneck and blue army pants.

The black silhouette seemed to be waiting for Roma to refuse to talk in order to have fun longer. At least, this impression was clearly present. The man walked around the chair on which Akirov was sitting, slowly. Then, as if by accident, he reached out his hand and poked Roman in the side several times.

Genie made a strangled sound of surprise, like a sharp breath, and at the same time twitched reflexively.

This reaction seemed to satisfy the kidnapper, whose eyes narrowed in amusement.

"What's wrong?" - He asked with feigned innocence in his voice, - "You look a little nervous."

At the same time, he leaned a little over the chair and his other hand joined, not allowing Akirov to answer and still poking several times on his other side. It no longer seemed like an accidental and innocent touch, because it really caused a reaction in the prisoner. The Svoboda member twitched just as sharply, unable to do anything.

"Hey, why are you going to play games? Very adult." - Roma replied a little irritated, trying to look back.

"I've got plenty of time, and you're not in a hurry too, as I see." - The voice behind him replied casually.

"Stop your games and behave like-"

Unfortunately, Akirov couldn't finish what he wanted, because at that moment the Dolg soldier's hands suddenly began to poke and squeeze Roma's sides even more intensely and continuously, as if trying to find something. The reaction of the latter was not long in coming, as Roma immediately flinched and tried to bend down in order to protect himself, but, unfortunately for him, he was tied. Akirov didn't give up, trying not to make sounds and endure these annoying touches, tilting his head down. He trembled slightly from the suppressed reaction, but still endured. Dolg's soldier restrained a grin at the sight of such a good, rather strong reaction.

"I still don't understand why you're so tense. Relax." - A voice from behind said and in this tone one could clearly hear mockery and a satisfied grin.

At the same time, the long fingers began to move even faster, moving a little higher, to the ribs, digging between them with excruciating precision.

Akirov couldn't help himself any longer, his body was treacherously sensitive. A ringing, involuntary laugh finally escaped from his chest, and his shoulders shook from this continuous stream. The body seemed to twitch on its own and practically squirm on the chair, but in vain. His eyes were shut, his head was tilted to his chest and his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, helplessness, and humiliation. His abdominal muscles tensed with laughter and trying to escape the hands of his captor, who in turn was extremely pleased.

"Oh, it's high time." - The man behind said teasingly, clearly amused by what was happening.

The tormentor's fingers were now dancing all over the guy's torso, squeezing his sides, counting his ribs and moving to different spots to prevent his body from getting used to sensations.

Dolg's soldier teased, throwing sharp, mocking comments, adding fuel to the fire and making the torture even more excruciating, if rather childish.

And Roma, in turn, could only laugh incessantly, unable to do anything and gasped for air, which was only enough for another fit of laughter.

"Allright, that's enough! Wait!" - Akirov stammered slightly through laughter and rare gasps for air.

"Why should I? I'm having fun." - Another man answered, shrugging his shoulders and again pretending to be innocent.

With that, the stranger's fingers suddenly dug into his upper ribs, moving to the area under his arms and tickling with even more enthusiasm. This made Roma jerk violently and let out a high-pitched, almost girly squeak, and after that, his laughter became silent for a second at how intense it was. The sound returned immediately after he inhaled air into his lungs and laughed hysterically again, gasping for air and almost hiccuping. This reaction caused a quiet laugh from the kidnapper.

"I can't believe it. Are you sure you're a soldier?" - The man in the black uniform said mockingly.

The Svoboda member couldn't answer, or rather, didn't even try. Over time, his desperate laughter took on a slightly whiny tone, and sharp gasps became more frequent, indicating that the guy was clearly exhausted.

"St-Stop.." - Akirov was able to say whiningly.

"That's it? What a pitiful sight, look at you, commander. And what would your subordinates say if they looked at you?"

Reluctantly, the tall man finally removed his hands and stood back. The sight in front of him couldn't be missed. Akirov was breathing heavily and quickly, his head lowered to his chest from fatigue, embarrassment and humiliation. It was impossible to believe, but this seemingly persistent and calm man was able to turn into this in just several minutes.

"Speak, Roma, speak. Better do it now." - The man said in a jokingly condescending tone. There was an amused smirk in his voice.

Genie slowly raised his head, his gaze was tired, his face reddened, and his breathing still not fully returned to normal. He spoke reluctantly.

"In the Army Depots.." - He answered briefly, inwardly cursing himself for showing weakness.

"Can you tell me the coordinates?" Dolg's soldier asked immediately after that, not wanting to accept "no" as an answer.

And in response there was silence, accompanied by a disgruntled scoff.

"You'll have to tell me everything anyway, Roma, well?" - The man pushed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Screw you." - A low murmur was heard from the prisoner looking down.

The man in the black suit raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this. He was not surprised, understanding that Akirov didn't want to give up and give out information.

"You're not in a position to say such a thing now, remember?" - The man sighed disapprovingly, but this didn't stop the Svoboda member.

"Fuck you! You're a coward, you can't even show your face!" - Roman snapped, raising his face with an frustrated expression on it.

"Oh?"

The man was silent for a while after that, thinking about something. Then, slowly, his hands reached for the hood and at one point he leaned back on the shoulders of a pale man with many scars on his face. One of these passed right through the left eye and was the most noticeable. His hair was medium, light brown, with straight strands almost covering his eyes. And the eyes with a narrow squint were gray, but in the darkness for some reason it seemed as if they were glowing. Or these are already Roman's glitches. The kidnapper was silent for a while, looking at the prisoner tied to a chair, and then spoke. His tone was the same as before, surprisingly calm.

"Now did you see me? Tell me, what has changed from this? I wear this hood just for fun." - He said, but there was no smile on his face. His face seemed to express indifference. - "Listen, either you start talking, or I'll have to- What? Why are you.."

Dolg's soldier looked at Roma with a furrowed eyebrow when he saw that he lowered his head to his chest again, obviously laughing quietly, judging by the slight trembling of his shoulders.

"And now what's so funny? Wasn't it enough for you?" - The man asked, already with a slight irritation in his voice.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry.." - Roma answered, trying to calm down a little. - "How didn't you recognize me? Four-eyes?"

As soon as these words sounded from Akirov's lips, he froze in place, his eyes rounded with an expression of nothing else than shock on his face. This nickname sounded even more familiar. This cannot be. There simply cannot be such coincidences. They do not exist, right?..

The man in the black uniform was silent for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts into one.

"You... Who are you?" - The Stranger hesitantly decided to clarify, just in case.

"Of course, I can understand everything, I gained a little, my bad. But I couldn't have changed so much. Yes, it's me! Roma Zakharenko! Come on, Eugene!"

Roman became much more animated in conversation as soon as he saw the kidnapper's face. He now had a wide smile on his face, and his eyes almost sparkled as he desperately tried to get Eugene back his memories.

It's almost immediately dawned on him, his shock became even greater, and the realization pierced his head.

"No.." - He said quietly and stunned. His gaze almost went out of focus as he was mired in countless memories.

"Yes, yes, take a closer look!" - Roma teased him cheerfully. - "You should have seen yourself!"

The pale man groaned in realization, covering his face with his hands.

"Good God, you're a moron! What the hell??" - He said, now looking much less intimidating. His words were slightly muffled by his palms.

Genie didn't stop laughing, this was too comical a situation of their meeting, after so many years, and his friend's face at that moment was just priceless. Everything turned out to be much easier than they both thought. After all these nine years spent in school, these two could recognize each other anywhere, even in the Zone and even if one of them changed his last name.

"Dolg? For real? And you're calling me a moron? Untie me!" - Genie said with a slight chuckle, his mood suddenly changed after such an unexpected discovery

Eugene was still standing in the position in which he was, and then spoke thoughtfully.

"Do you remember how in the eighth grade you hide my backpack and didn't give it back? And I kept wondering where he had gone.. Or when we went to the canteen and you always tripped me up?" - His face was slightly annoyed, but it was rather playful given the developments.

The Svoboda member blinked a couple of times, his smile slightly diminished.

"What.. What are you talking about? Hey untie me, be a good person, will you?" - Despite the pleasant meeting, his voice sounded a little nervous.

"Look, Roma." - Eugene began, - "We're virtually still enemies, aren't we?"

The smile from Roma's face almost disappeared at this moment, he hurried to interrupt his former classmate before it was too late.

"Hey, hey, don't scare me like that, Four-eyes, do you hear?" - He said warily, looking up at his old friend.

"Don't call me that, I haven't worn glasses for a long time. But you were a "cockroach", and you remained."

"Nobody called me that, well, there were a couple of times and that's it!" - Roman protested, huffing.

"Don't lie, you know what happened. I'm not done with you yet and see you've already caught your breath." - Eugene said, restraining himself from smiling.

Akirov's eyes widened slightly and his body involuntarily tensed at this rather subtle hint.

"Just try it, I'm serious, Four-eyes, just try!" - Roman said warningly, fidgeting in his chair and trying to free himself.

At the sight of Roma, his classmate, so defenseless, tied up, the grin played on the lips of the tall man again.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go when I've tortured every detail out of you. First admit that you were in love with Masha back then." - He said, leaning forward a little.

"Not in your life! Don't be an asshole, untie me already!" - The Genie rebelled, clearly annoyed by his friend's insistence.

Eugene sighed and shook his head slightly, as if disappointed.

"All over again, huh? Well, let's go." - He said with an amused squint, reaching out his hands to Akirov's sides.

"No! Wait!" - That was all that the Svoboda member had time to say before his words were cut off by a new wave of stifled chuckles, which soon turned into uncontrollable laughter.

Meanwhile, Pavlin, standing outside the door, although he didn't hear everything, it was impossible not to hear this loud laughter. Of course, he knew what was happening, and although more than ten minutes had passed, he didn't dare to intervene, patiently waiting for the end of this excruciating, cruel and completely inhuman torture.

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Love Is Hard for a Broke Otaku

Narumi x Hirotaka

A/N: In wave of inspiration I drafted 3 new fics yesterday and THIS WAS NOT ONE OF THEM. This one just spawned today and it's the fault of @dokidoki-muffin and her amazing art that inspired me🤭

Summary: Narumi and Hirotaka continue dating with the golden rule: no otaku talk during their romantic outings unless you would like to contribute to the piggy bank. A great rule for those who have money. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.2K

Such a beautiful spring day! It was the perfect Shoujo scenario date. A stroll in the park, a swan boat date surrounded by couples, a romantic picnic for two while enjoying the beautiful sunset...

"We're being so romantic, Hirotaka! Seeing us together like this, I ship us harder than Dr. Ratio and Aventurine, which says a lot! Their chemistry is really off the charts!"

Without a word, Hirotaka instantly held out the otaku-off-limits piggy bank. Narumi gasped. Where did he get that! As if the damn thing just spawned in his hands like a video game item!

"Too bad, Narumi. You held out for so long without breaking the rule," Hirotaka said dramatically.

"You brought Bernard?!" she shrieked.

"I still disagree with that name. But yes. Penalty time, you geeked out," Hirotaka said. Narumi sighed and covered her face with her hands.

"Geek out, geek out? H-how did I geek out?"

"You talked about Honkai Star Rail, again. On top of that, a BL couple. It is against our dating rule."

"You're so mean, Hirotaka! Besides, Honkai Star Rail is a game. You should geek out with me then."

"That's not the rule. Besides, I already told you it's not my kind of game. Pay up," Hirotaka said, and he shook the piggy bank. Narumi listened to the sound of the coins inside and she sighed.

"Can you forgive me this once?" she asked, feeling her pockets. Not even a 1-yen coin was left.

"Why? You know it's our date-rule. You made me pay too, the other day. Twice."

"But that was because you wouldn't stop bringing up Monster Hunter. Paying twice was the ultimate minimum compared to how much you geeked out."

"I also recall you made me pay when we went to Disney Sea too, last weekend."

"But you wouldn't stop doing these unnecessary raids in Pokemon Go!" Narumi whined. Hirotaka glared at her.

"I don't see the difference. So, rules are rules. You pay. That would be 500 yen, miss." He held out the piggy bank. Narumi fiddled with her clothes.

"Then... can I pay later?" she asked. Hirotaka cocked his head.

"I don't see why. Don't tell me you're broke?"

.... Narumi hesitated for too long, so Hirotaka gasped. "You are broke!" he yelled, and Narumi quickly grabbed his hands.

"No no no, I'm not broke! I'm just out of cash! Don't forget I bought us drinks and ice cream for our date today! That was everything I had with me... today! I have money at home, a-and on my bank account!"

Narumi felt her cheeks getting red knowing that was not true, especially when Hirotaka gave her this judging stare.

"Do you really?" he asked. "So when we go to your home now, or to the bank, you can pay?"

Narumi blushed and bit her lip. Nooo! "M-maybe?" she said. Hirotaka sighed.

"Just what did you do with your money this time?" he asked. Narumi nervously played with her clothes.

"Well... T-there were tickets on sale for Comic Con..."

"Ah, Comic Con. I remember you asked me to go. Those tickets are expensive," Hirotaka said.

"Hmm yes, you turned me down. S-so I still bought two tickets, for Hana-chan and me."

Hirotaka frowned. "And...?" he asked. Narumi lowered her head.

"I a-accidentally bought them twice."

Hirotaka jumped up again. "What! Twice? How?"

Narumi shrugged. "Well you see, these things happen. They were on sale on the website, and you have to be there soon because they sell out fast - a-and there was also a special sale that included a meet & greet with my favorite seiyuu on another website. I wanted to make sure to get at least one of them! I was in the online queue on the two websites and, actually ended up getting both! I didn't expect I would. It's a miracle."

"...A miracle that cost you a lot of money. So, you can just sell one set, right?"

"I can't. One has the VIP package and the other has the special meet & greet! They're different! I have to keep both!"

Hirotaka groaned. "Are you serious right now? You can't just pay entrance fee once and the special packages separately? Sounds like a scam. So anyway, that's why you're broke?"

"It's not a scam, just my mistake! Hana-chan didn't want to sell hers and I I kind of said I could keep mine too... And yes now I am broke, but only for the weekend. Hana-chan will pay me back her share when we are at the office. I have food at home too. I'll be fine."

It had really not been Narumi's intention to spill the truth about this unfortunate money situation to Hirotaka. It all went so well, with her just offering the little money she had for the least expensive treats today, such as drinks and ice cream, while Hirotaka paid their lunch, picnic snacks and boat ride like a true gentleman. He originally wasn't going to find out about the her blunder, and about her greed.

To think that her geeking out about one of her favorite BL pairings was the cause of this.

Speaking of...

"That's a shame. You do owe me then," Hirotaka said. Narumi jolted, sad that he was really returning to the penalty topic.

"Y-yes! I'll pay later!"

Hirotaka shook his head. "I mean, it's not about the money. You know that. More like, the small punishment for breaking the rule to keep our dates romantic." He smiled, and Narumi's heart fluttered.

"Romantic.." she mumbled with a blush, remembering why they had installed the rule in the first place. It wasn't always easy to be the friends-to-lovers couple after all.

"I think I can let you off, if we change the punishment. How about that?" Hirotaka suggested. Narumi cried out in delight and nodded.

"Yes. Yes! What should I do?"

Hirotaka stared into the distance. He pointed. "Run up and down those stairs."

Narumi stared at the huge ass stairs, leading to the shrine they didn't visit today for the exact reason of those stairs being too damn long.

"...Twice," Hirotaka said with a smirk. Narumi looked at him in horror.

"You might as well just kill me then," she said dramatically.

"Or... You'll let me tickle you. For..." Hirotaka said, taking his phone and tapping something. He then held up the timer.

"...Six whole minutes."

"Six? That's specific. Not five?"

"Six. So, would you agree?" Hirotaka asked. Narumi nodded.

"Sure, let's go home first."

Hirotaka shook his head. "No, we'll do it here." Narumi gulped and looked around the park. There were couples everywhere. Families... Dogs. People.

"Why, are you embarrassed? It's not like there's anyone we know here."

"B-b-but!" Narumi squeezed Hirotaka's hands and she shook her head. Did he really think so lightly of getting tickled in public? Someone as ticklish as her?!

"M-m-my dignity!" she stuttered, and she grabbed Hirotaka's shirt and tugged it repeatedly.

"You have to spare my dignity!"

"Hm? What dignity?" was Hirotaka's cold reply. Oof! Meanie! Narumi let out a whine and leaned her head against his chest.

"Is there really no third option?" she asked. Hirotaka chuckled.

"No, it's either stairs or tickling." The villain. He obviously knew Narumi couldn't even run up and down those stairs twice, having the stamina of a wanky banana peel. She'd strand in the middle and gasp for air like an old woman on her dying bed. Now that might even be more embarrassing than getting tickled.

"F-f-fine.... Tickle me then," she finally sighed. "But if people laugh at me, you have to stand up for me and tell them I'm beautiful."

Hirotaka smirked. "Don't you worry. You'll be doing most of the laughing here. Let's not mind other people."

That made Narumi blush, and she repositioned herself on their picnic sheet, shuffling awkwardly.

"S-so what do I do?" she asked while Hirotaka put his phone down.

"You come to me," he said. He turned on the timer and spread his arms.

"Come here," he said gently, and for a moment he really looked gentle, welcoming his precious girlfriend for a hug. But the moment she moved closer, she could already see his expression change. This wasn't Hirotaka being gentle, this was her villain boyfriend who was way too smug as he lured her into his tickle trap!

"Gotcha," Hirotaka said when she was so flustered she tried to move away again, and he locked her in his arms, bringing one hand to her side while the other moved up, immediately aiming for her underarm.

"Wawawa-wahahhaait Hirotakahahaha! Spahahare me a lihihittle!" Narumi whined when his fingers began to wiggle around their chosen tickle spots. She wriggled and squirmed in his arms, but Hirotaka reminded her he wasn't as weak as he looked - no offense, but it was the truth! And she couldn't help but love him for it.

"It's better to not mind them," Hirotaka said when Narumi couldn't help but turn her head to watch the judging couples in the distance. So embarrassing! It wasn't as if her getting tickled was the worst that was happening out here! Look, there were people kissing over there! Aaah!

"Buhuhut- aahaha! Wait no- not thehere!" Narumi laughed. Hirotaka had moved the hand on her lower side further up and tickled her ribs, while the other continued to gently wiggle its fingers under her arm. Narumi grabbed Hirotaka's jacket and she shook with hysterical laughter.

"I'm gohohonna ehehexplode!" she howled dramatically. Hirotaka chuckled fondly.

"No you won't," he said, and she gulped when he suddenly pushed her down on her back. He towered over her and grabbed both sides of her ribcage, his fingers racing up and down as if he was playing a game. Narumi squealed and tried to grab his hands and pry them off her as a reflex, but to no avail.

"Aaaahahaha nohoho it tihicklehehes!" she whined.

Hirotaka even captured both her hands and only needed one hand to pin them above her head. With the other he clawed and poked her ticklish armpit that was now helplessly exposed.

"HIROTAHAAKAAAA!" Narumi kicked her legs, messing up their picnic sheet. Despite everything she was very aware of the people staring at her and the way it made her blush - but even more aware of her boyfriend's fingers tickling and making her blush even worse!

"Three more minutes. We're halfway there," Hirotaka informered her, and Narumi shook her head wildly.

"Bwahahaha I cahahan't take ahahanymohohore!" she cackled. The fond smile Hirotaka showed her was so unfair.

"I'm sure you can," he said. He released her hands and continued the tickle attack by wiggling his fingers all over her tummy. Narumi screeched and tried to curl up. Reluctant to hit her precious attacker in the face, she pounded the picnic sheet like a madwoman.

"Plehehease! Hahahave mehehercy!" she shrieked. Hirotaka glanced at his phone.

"I will. After two minutes and fourteen seconds."

"Gahaahha I wihihill dieeehehehe!" Narumi wailed. She weakly tried to crawl away, but Hirotaka only needed to tickle her underarms again to make her collapse. He then settled with wrecking her socked feet for the remaining minutes. Hirotaka was pure evil.

"Nyaahhaahaha I cahahan't breheheathe!"

"You're doing just fine."

Narumi was sure he cheated. He must've secretly extended the timer or something, because no way had it actually been six minutes by the time he stopped. It felt like it was way longer. Narumi wrapped her arms around her stomach and wheezed.

Hirotaka looked at her with a charming smile.

"Game over, right? Well, I must admit this was way more enjoyable. If you like, we can just stop paying to Bernard and tickle-punish you instead, anytime you act like an otaku during our dates."

".....Pffffthehehe," Narumi giggled, muffling the sound with the back of her hand.

"Hmm? Still feeling ticklish?" Hirotaka asked teasingly. She shook her head.

"You called the piggy bank Bernard."

"Oh. Yes, I guess I did."

"And, introducing the tickle punishment as a permanent penalty means I get to tickle you too."

"....Oh. I guess so?" Hirotaka said, suddenly sounding a lot less smug and confident.

"And I will claim my six minutes right away, because you just said a gamer otaku thing."

"Huh?!"

"You said 'game over', that counts."

"Eh? It's a general phrase! Anyone would say 'game over'. Non-gamers would say it too."

"No, let me tickle you. Six minutes tickle punishment coming right up!"

"That's way too long for- aaaahh!" Narumi was suddenly no longer tired now that she chased after Hirotaka who was acting way more flustered all of a sudden. He tried to get away but she pounced on him and immediately began to tickle.

"Ahahahah! Nahaharumi! At leheheast tuhuhurn ohohon the tihihimer ahahaha!"

"Naah, you can keep count for me!" Narumi sang teasingly, and she enjoyed the sound of Hirotaka's cute laughter. She kind of agreed with him now. This was a lot more fun than the piggy bank.

And what was also a lot more fun: at the end of their park date filled with embarrassing tickle punishments, Hirotaka came with the sweetest suggestion. He'd buy the extra ticket for Comic Con from her, and convince Kabakura to join Hanako as well. They would attend the event with all four of them, while Narumi and Hanako could experience all of the extras as they wished. Woohoo!

Evil tickle monster tendencies aside, he really was the cutest boyfriend ever!

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they are dear to me

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Materialists isn't even out yet but I'm already in love. Harry Castillo is perfect. Look at him. I swear if she doesn't pick him I will riot.

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~ Robert’s been a little depressed ~

Found family my beloved

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Share with you my precious collection of his smirks🫰🏻♥️✨

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Since the sweet anonymous asked for Lee Sylus (such a cute one), it's only fair we get him as a Ler too, don't you think? 🐦‍⬛🙂‍↔️ Humbly requesting the prompt "Revenge is so so sweet" :")

May Drabbles - #16 - Requests Closed!

Link to the Lee Sylus drabble

"Revenge is so so sweet."

You stared nervously at Sylus, feeling how well he pinned you down with his weight, reminding you of his strength. You couldn't even budge as he sat comfortably on you, ready to strike.

"R-revenge? What revenge? It was only a bit of tickling," you reminded him, but you couldn't help but smirk when you remembered the way he giggled at your mercy.

Now he looked all smug and confident unlike the giggly puppy from earlier. He made sure you couldn't move and wiggled his fingers above you.

"Only a bit of tickling huh? Sure, I can do that," he said, and you realized how much you got yourself in trouble the moment his fingers made contact with your defenseless stomach.

"AH-Sylus hahahah! W-wahahahait!"

"I'm not even tickling you yet," he said, but he clearly was. He lazily dug his fingers into your tummy, all ten of them, and although your arms and legs weren't even bound or trapped, there was still nothing you could do to stop him.

"Haaaaaahahah Sylahahaha- nohoho!" Slowly he increased the pressure and amount of tickling, from slow and steady to a fast, intense, full on tickle attack.

You could barely beg for mercy.

"AHAHAhaha! N-ahahahah Sy-ehehehehe!" You wiggled from side to side, flailing your arms, prying at his hands, pushing against his arms, anything, but all you did was useless. You were helplessly subjected to his revenge, laughing and squealing as he played you like his own little instrument.

"Already regret what you did, kitten?" Sylus asked teasingly, but you could do nothing but cackle in his face in response.

"EHEHHHeheh!"

No way did you regret it, at all!

"I told you revenge is sweet," Sylus said confidently, but you already knew that Sylus getting tickled again in the future was going to be even sweeter, and you would definitely do it if you saw your chance!

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Finally managed to finish this piece~

Just some friendly interactions between these two💜🤍

~~Art and headcanons coming up!~~

I headcanon that Cross is like 7/10 ticklish, but actually never lets anyone know it. Except for his bff, Epic, who learned it himself. But even with him, our X would always either put up a fight to get his revenge, or just grumble a bit

Epic, in turn, is about 9/10 for me personally, and is more of a ler. Likes to annoy his friends, Cross and Killer I mean. When tickled, gets all blushy and squeaky, just like Cross) Buuuut is never against it (with his bffs)

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Inspired by the event story, here's my take on a sleep-deprived Lyney! His messed-up sleep schedule after a film binge is just too relatable. 🥱

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obey me commission ✨👁👁 thank you @vqler for not only taking my request but for making it look even better than I could've imagined!

[based on this fic]

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PARALIVES Early Acess | December 8, 2025