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hii !! can you do lee!Freminet again? maybe lers!arlecchino, lyney and lynette .. its ok if not , take your time !! 🫶🫶

I can, I can! 💚 thank you for your request. I struggled trying to think of a plot for this one, but I think it turned out alright. I hope you enjoy!

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“Freminet.”

Father’s voice startled the diver out of his thoughts. The young blonde had just returned from his recent dive and was headed towards his bedroom through the corridors of the House of the Hearth to get changed; however, the unexpected encounter halted his plans.

Freminet felt his pulse quicken, a feeling of nervousness washing over him as Father fixed her piercing gaze upon him.

“Did you have a good dive, Freminet?” she asked, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with authority.

“Y-Yes, Father,” he stammered out, inclining his head respectfully. He heard her hum approvingly and when he lifted his gaze, he saw that her eyes were narrowed to water pooling at his feet.

“You’re dripping all over the corridors, Freminet. Be mindful of that. We wouldn’t want anyone slipping and sustaining an injury now, would we?” It was clear by her tone that this was an order, not a suggestion.

Freminet’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his blunder. “O-Of course not! I’m sorry, Father. I’ll make sure to clean this up after I get changed.”

“Very good,” she gave a small nod but then her gaze shifted, her attention drawn to his diving suit and the small tear that damaged it situated near his ribs. “What’s this?” She reached out, her long, sharp nails accidentally grazing his exposed skin as she inspected the damage. “Were you injured?”

Freminet inhaled sharply, fighting the urge to flinch away. “I-I’m okay! It – It was just an armored crab,” he tried to not let out a laugh as Father continued to inspect, making sure there was no damage to his skin. “I-It just got the suit.”

Father noticed the blonde trying to keep his composure and let out a small chuckle. “You’d best get that fixed up. We can’t have you diving with compromised equipment.”

Freminet nodded mutely, his blush still present after the embarrassing encounter, and with urgency, he hurried off to his room.

Shutting the door behind him, he rested his forehead against the door and gave a sigh of relief. “That was close…”

“What was close?”

“AH!” Freminet visible startled to the point that his whole body flinched when he heard another unexpected voice already in his room. “L-Lyney?”

“A bit jumpy there, little brother. Is everything alright?” Lyney commented from the bed where he and Lynette were sat upon.

“I’m fine. I just had a talk with Father… uh, I should get changed.”

“You do seem to be dripping water everywhere,” Lynette commented, which Freminet sighed a little at. He went to his drawers to find a towel he could use to dry off or at least stop the water droplets from puddling everywhere.

“Why are you both waiting in here anyway?” Freminet asked out of curiosity as he continued to locate a towel.

“We were waiting for you to return from your dive so we could show you our latest performance idea,” Lyney explained but his eyes spotted something from across the room and he got up to travel closer to Freminet. “What happened here?”

Freminet was once again startled, yelping as he felt fingers brush against the tear in his suit against his bare skin.

Lyney couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry! Did that tickle?”

“N-No… I just – ah!”

Those pesky fingers started wiggling through the gap of his suit, forcing Freminet to flinch away from Lyney.

“D-Dohon’t!”

But Lyney decided to embrace his mischievous and playful nature as he followed after his brother and continued to tickle at his revealed skin, sending the younger into a fit of panicked giggles.

“You really should get this fixed soon, Freminet!” Lyney laughed along with his suggestion, continuing to tickle the diver, putting on a deeper voice. “Or your weakness will be forever exposed.”

“I know! I knohohow!” Freminet managed to get away and backed away from his older sibling, catching his breath. He was then greeted with a towel tossed onto his head from behind and it began to dry at his hair, courtesy of his sister.

“You’re still getting water droplets everywhere,” Lynette commented again as she dried his hair for him.

“Ah… thanks, Lynette.” Freminet then pouted at his grinning brother. “Blame Lyney, he distracted me.”

“Guilty!”

“I will admit, it is nice to see you laughing every once in a while, Freminet,” Lynette then reached down to give a playful pinch to the tear in his suit as well, once again, forcing another giggly yelp from Freminet.  

“L-Lynette!” he whined, then started giggling when she began tickling more intently. “Stohop! Thahat’s it. I’m chahanging now!”

He managed to pull himself away from both twins, his face flustered with embarrassment.

“I need to get this fixed.”

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(3/3 commission for @wertzunge !!)

Hello~ everyone, it’s been a while

( ´ ▽ ` )~✨

I have been, drowning in things, it’s been tough. But I’m slowly coming back to it.

Special thanks to max for being so incredibly patient with me, I really appreciate your kindness. Hope you like it

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TickleTober2024/Day 30 - Magic

Genshin Impact - Kinich x Lyney

Kinich looked at the rose in Lyney’s hand, blinking a couple times as if to process what just happened. Where did that flower even come from? How did Lyney do that? Those and another thousand questions passed through his head at that moment, but there was only one thing he could think of saying.

“Are… you the devil?”

“Wh- no!” Lyney giggled, shaking his head before placing the rose back in his hat. Of all the compliments and comments people made about his tricks in Fontaine, he certainly never heard this one. How amusing. “As I said, I’m a magician.”

“So, magicians are devils?” Kinich asked, cocking his head to the side and earning another giggle from the other guy.

This scenario never crossed Lyney’s mind until he visited Natlan. How to explain his “magic” to someone who never saw magic? Should he feed whatever fantasies his new friend had in mind or tell him the truth about his tricks?

Lyney sighed, leaning over the balcony and resting his head on the back of his hand. “Would you like to see another magic trick?”

Kinich thought for a moment and, after a couple seconds, looked back up to Lyney. “Ok,” he nodded.

“Alright, pay attention or you’ll miss it!” Lyney announced, speaking as if he was in some sort of actual stage. When he was sure Kinich’s eyes were glued to him, he began his little performance.

First, Lyney flashed Kinich with his brightest, most charming smile. Then, Lyney covered his lips with both his hands and, when he moved them away, a plain, emotionless facade remained where the smile was.

Lyney clenched his hand into a fist, tapping his knuckles with his index finger. “It’s here,” he whispered, enticing Kinich’s curiosity.

“Now, with a bit of magic and with the help of my cute assistant,” he said, reaching out for Kinich’s wrist, “let’s see what I can do.”

Lyney pressed his fist into Kinich’s palm, gently opening his fingers as if to give something to him. Then, he climbed Kinich’s arm with his fingers, caressing his wrist, forearm and then his elbow. “Oh, silly me. I dropped it.”

“Dropped what?” Kinich muttered, as confused as he could be while looking at his hand in Lyney’s grip.

“My smile,” Lyney nodded, as if it was something obvious, “it’s hiding here!”

“W-whahaht?!” Kinich gasped, letting out a surprised giggle when Lyney’s hand that was resting over his elbow “jumped” and latched onto his side, squeezing and tickling it. “Stohohop it, it tihihickles!”

“Oh? But I’m not tickling you, I’m trying to get my smile back,” Lyney teased, pulling Kinich’s hand to further expose his ribs and underarm to the series of ticklish pokes and prods that followed through.

Just when Kinich felt his cheeks warming up, the tickling was gone - like in a magic trick. “Aha,” Lyney cheered, holding Kinich by his chin, “so here is where my smile went, hm?”

Even after Lyney let him go, it took Kinich a moment to sit back. He touched his own cheek, smiling slightly as tingles still lingered over his body. “...you’re the devil, indeed.”

A/N: I was going to try my hand writing my first fic for AFK Journey, but I ended up doing some last minute changes in the course of action

Anyway, still not really sure how to write for Natlan characters, so be patient with me

Also, huge kudos for @mxncher_17, on Instagram, for making this comic that heavily inspired me

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with the precious help of @maxuran (teaching all of us that the verbal teasing makes everything worse lol)

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so mean...

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Timed exclusive!

Though I drifted more to Licorice Cookie and Prune Juice Cookie, and...some other cookies. ¬////¬ I was getting a feel for things when it came to drawing tickle stuff with cookies. This is why this style is different from how I draw them now. >>

But yeah! I hope you guys like it! Shadow Milk Cookie tickling my sona, who then later changed to Digi Doodle Cookie.~

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The Kiss

Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Somehow I saw this art and a few minutes later I wrote the whole outline for this fic. P.S. I wrote this on my phone so I hope it didn't turn into a disaster lol.

Summary: No plot, just kisses and tickles... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.1K

A casual fling. Friends with benefits. Body research? Maybe a test? A calculated scheme? Or... Meaningless love?

No, no. He would never use the word love.

Aventurine thought about the many ways Dr. Ratio would potentially describe what they shared. The relationship between them that kind of involved the physical activities one wouldn't just share with anyone.

He continued to stare at Ratio, specifically at his lips. Yeah. From kissing to getting handsy to, at times, even getting naked and devouring each other... As he continued to find himself in these situations once in a while, he wondered what excuses Dr. Ratio would have ready for them.

Not once did he explain himself. It often just happened. And not a word about it was spoken afterwards, even when Aventurine would try to tease him about it. If he kissed him, Ratio would kiss him back. Heck, last time it was even Ratio himself who started it.

Aventurine couldn't help but smirk and tingle with confidence. Was he that irresistible to the usually cool and collected doctor?

"Gambler. Are you even paying attention to what I am saying?" Ratio asked in an irritated tone, inviting him back to the conversation. No, apparently he was not paying attention to the work-related matter at hand.

"No," he admitted, and he strode towards Ratio. Oh how he loved to be alone with him like this, to do freely as he pleased. He grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward, almost resulting in a headbutt. But instead of hitting his head, he captured his lips in a well aimed open mouthed tongue kiss. Random, but so very good.

Ratio's startled reaction gave him the perfect chance to kiss him long and deep, and he couldn't help but let out a huffy chuckle mid-kiss when he noticed Ratio stumbling backwards. So with both hands on his hips, Aventurine shoved him until he was with his back against the wall.

Then slamming a hand next to his head to assert dominance, Aventurine kissed him some more, his body burning with lust, adrenaline and confidence. And Ratio? Wasn't even trying to push him back but kissed him just the same. Yeah, explain that, doctor.

Then, when they finally broke apart and Aventurine granted him a moment to breathe, he smirked at him and licked his lips.

"What's wrong doctor? Did I catch you off-guard?" he asked. He stood on his toes to get some more of that when all of a sudden he was slammed with his back against the same wall he was just pinning Ratio against. Doctor had effortlessly swapped their positions and was now looking like the predator.

"You are infuriating," was all he said before he used the same method as Aventurine; he practically shoved his tongue into his mouth and quite literally sucked the life out of him.

"Hmh..." Aventurine's arms moved up and hesitated. Wrapping his arms around his neck would be considered too romantic. His hands ended up landing on his shoulders and he squeezed them roughly, digging his fingers into them and pulling Ratio even tighter against him. Ratio's hands on his own body trailed down, making him jump and tingle under his touch. They managed to expose some bare skin and as soon as those fingers touched him there...

"Hngh!" Aventurine jumped when the touch was rather specific. And again, fingers brushing against his lower sides, so he quickly tried to break off the kiss to ask Ratio what the fuck was wrong with him. But Ratio wouldn't let him. Aventurine was stuck in his kiss, and those nasty fingers started to increase their demanding touches.

It fucking tickled. Like hell. Aventurine squirmed and shook, but when it went from casual soft brushing and scratching touches to simply digging and clawing at his poor defenseless torso, he realized this was no mere accident.

"Hmmmhh stahh-hmh!" Ratio only shoved his tongue deeper into his mouth, kissing him with... passion might be the wrong word, but there was definitely a lot of determination.

His fingers climbed up and wiggled between his ribs as if they were longing to pry his body open. Instead it tickled Aventurine until giggles were starting to spill out despite the exhausting kisses.

"Rahahatio! Hah- stohohop it mahahan!" He tried to squirm and struggle free, his hands pushing at Ratio' shoulders. Then when he moved them to shove at his chest, Ratio captured both his hands with ease and pinned them above his head.

"Quiet," he demanded before kissing him further, but the damn tickling returned too, worse than ever! How could he possibly be quiet?!

"Hmmmmmmfhh!" Aventurine was on fire. Helpless to the ticklish sensations that invaded his trapped body, starting at his armpit and traveling down his ribs and side, then back up again. He arched his back and struggled, moaned and let out muffled cries and giggles. None that convinced the doctor that this kiss of death and tickles was in fact killing him.

He felt even more helpless when Ratio released his arms again and it didn't change anything. He was only tickled with both hands, fiercer and more ticklish than he had experienced before. He shook on his legs and eventually fell down. The humiliation and disgrace were nothing compared to the tickle attack that followed. No more kissing, just Dr. Ratio and his ten cursed fingers that knew exactly where to get Aventurine to leave him cackling and squealing.

"Stahah-ahahahah nohoho! You're sohoho- wahhhahhah!"

"Speak full sentences," was Ratio's cold reply. His actions were anything but cold though. His wiggling and digging fingers left Aventurine burning. His throat was equally on fire from the amount of laughter it had to endure.

"I cahahan't breheheathe! Rahahatio!" Tears rolled down his warm cheeks. He curled up but was just as easily uncurled again, with one of Ratio's hands on his thigh, digging and squeezing him to not miss a single opportunity of tickling him. Ratio's other hand used its damned fingers to spider at his helpless tummy.

"Plehehehease Rahahatio what thehehe hehehell!" Aventurine laughed breathlessly. It felt as if Ratio would never stop. But then finally, when there was nothing Aventurine could do except moan and whine in a miserable heap on the floor, Ratio got back up.

"What's wrong, gambler? Did I catch you off-guard?" he asked, firing Aventurine's very own words right back at him.

"We'll continue our meeting next time," he added before leaving Aventurine just like that. Hot, tired and messy on the floor. Damn.

Geez. What a petty doctor. Why did he always have to be the better person? Aventurine wiped his burning lips and squirmed as the tingling sensation still dominated his body even now.

... "Just you wait, Ratio..." he mumbled to himself with a smirk. Looked like he needed to up his game next time...!

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I talked about lee casper, I drew lee casper. Even if almost nobody in the TK community knows him.

As well as a little bonus

Seems like MC found a suspicious book while they were searching through the library! First thought was to read it out loud, and whoopsie daisies… (based off of “beyond the bet” cuz I have it nd bought it cuz I’m loyal ☝️☝️☝️)

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Bad day

Honkai: Star Rail - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

A/N: HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY @fluffy-ami!! I'm sorry for being such a horrible friend and only noticing the date has passed me by almost two weeks later. I hope this humble mess can make up for my delay. Love you, *mwah*

Summary: Ratio had a bad day, so Aventurine came to the rescue!

Word count: 1153 words

Ratio looked down at the hands wrapped around his chest, pondering whether he should question it or not. He was nearly sure he did warn that idiot gambler about the risks of pestering him tonight, so why, of all things, were Aventurine holding (or, at least, trying to) him down?

“Let go, gambler,” Ratio sighed, tapping the back of one of Aventurine’s hands with the vain hope it would be enough to convince him. “I’m not in the mood for your foolery.”

The only answer he got from the other man, however, was something suddenly pressing on his back. The doctor looked over his shoulder and could tell that the gambler was… leaning into him? Without moving his arms a single inch, Aventurine pressed his forehead on Ratio’s back, nudging slightly. “This isn’t ‘foolery’, I’m trying to be nice here, doc”.

“Then do it to someone else, can’t you tell I’m busy?”

“I can also tell you’re in a bad mood, doc,” Aventurine spoke softly, his words almost muffled by Ratio’s body. The doctor sighed, looking up to the ceiling. Oh Aeons above, what did he do to deserve this idiot in his life? “I thought someone as smart as you would be able to tell what a ‘hug’ is,” Aventurine teased, tightening his embrace.

Ratio wasn’t exactly restrained, but he couldn’t properly move either. Aventurine’s arms kept his won from moving all the way, leaving him in a quite difficult position. “Sigh, I’m serious, let me g-”

“So am I, doc,” Aventurine mumbled, leaning into the other as he tried to get closer to his face. The gambler stood on the tip of his toes, but still lacked a couple inches to properly reach Ratio’s. “What happened? Did you have a bad day?”

“Gambler,” Ratio warned, tugging at the back of Aventurine's wrist with a messed up grip, his fingers barely managing to graze at the other’s arm. “...why are you so clingy? Are you even sober?”

Aventurine couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, planting his heels back into the ground. “Did you just hesitate?” He said smugly, tilting his head to the side to try to peek at Ratio’s expression.

His attempt to fend the other off with snark didn’t seem to work, Ratio noted mentally. Maybe it was the tiredness from work, but responding to Aventurine’s teases seemed to be a more difficult task than he first anticipated. “That was just another of your delusions, I’m afraid. Now, care to let me go?”

“Not until we work on this bad mood of yours, doc,” Aventurine insisted, pressing his forehead on Ratio’s back again.The scholar gritted his teeth, regretting not keeping in mind how persistent the other could be at times. “My mood will improve greatly once you let me go, gambler.” 

Against his expectations, what followed the short conversation was absolute silence. Almost as if he was actually pondering the matter, Aventurine only hummed quietly, making the doctor feel somewhat… uneasy.

Aventurine could be pretty unpredictable - an aspect of his that Ratio always despised utterly. Bold moves, careless thinking and an awful attitude, yes, that was Aventurine. On top of that, the fact that things always seemed to work in his favor only made it worse. 

The moments in silence seemed to drag on for hours and were making Ratio more anxious - to not say “curious”. The room was so quiet that he could almost hear the gears inside Aventurine’s head turning, plotting his next flawless plan. 

“Alright, that enou-ugh!” Ratio widened his eyes. If looks could kill, Aventurine would already be a better place by that time. “Gamb- ah! G-Gambler, don’t you d-dare.”

Aventurine laughed sheepishly, nuzzling the tip of his nose between Ratio’s wing bones. “‘Dare’ to do what, doc? I’m not sure if I’m following.”

Before Ratio could voice another retort, he felt those pesky fingers digging into his sides again. An electric sensation ran across his body, not to mention the fact that Aventurine kept his arms tightly wrapped around him, preventing him from moving. Damned gambler.

“Y-yohou know what I’m tahahalking about!” Ratio giggled against his will, moving his torso as much as he could inside the gambler’s hug, but his efforts were all in vain. If anything, whenever he moved, Aventurine would poke his sides again in an awfully tickling manner that would make him jump in place. 

The gambler pressed the tip of his fingers on the spot, taking advantage of Ratio’s fashion choice to rub small circles on the bare skin. “Come on, you’re too handsome to be frowning like that ~”

Ratio wasn’t sure if it was an extra measure to keep him moving away or something else entirely, but Aventurine was suddenly leaning on him again while his hand wrecked havoc against his half exposed side. Now, besides finding a way to deal with the annoying tickling, Ratio also needed to be careful to not make Aventurine fall to the ground or, worse, be dragged along in the other’s fall.

“Gahahambler! S-stop it!” Ratio hissed, his hands desperately trying to dislodge Aventurine’s, but he always seemed to be out of his reach. “You ihihidiot!”

“Ehh? How mean!” Aventurine chuckled, vibrating his fingers under one of Ratio’s ribs, making the scholar let out an uncharming, loud laugh. “I’m very worried about you, doc! N- now, could you squat a little?”

“W-whahat?!”

Ratio had been tickled by Aventurine before, yes. He also returned the favor a few times. And considering the history of episodes regarding this matter, this particular request became even more odd. It wouldn’t surprise him if Aventurine teased him or threatened him with more tickling, but… squat?

“I c-can’t reach your face, you’re too tall…” The gambler muttered shily, almost innocently, but his hand didn’t stop - not for a single moment. The contrast between his acts and his attitude annoyed Ratio even more. “C’mere, please ~”

“H-how cahahan I move with you hohoholding me, yohou imbehehecile!”

“Agh, fine,” Aventurine groaned, deciding to take the other’s requests in consideration and, at last, letting him go. 

Ratio gasped, quickly reaching for his abused side and trying to rub off the ticklish sensation. “You d-damned gambler,” he panted, turning around to face Aventurine, who wore that handsome stupid smirk he always used to.

“Nah-ah, before you scold me…” Aventurine ordered, pointing towards the ground as a reference to his demand. Ratio usually would’ve denied but, just this time, he decided to oblique.

Slightly bending forward, Ratio’s eyes were almost at the same level of Aventurine’s, waiting for the gambler to take action. “So, what did you want?”

“This, doc,” Aventurine muttered, gently wrapping his arms around Ratio’s neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I hope you have a better day tomorrow,” he whispered close to Ratio’s ear, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“...gambler,” Ratio called softly, letting out a pleased sigh.

“Yes, doc?”

“Thank you.”

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Play a player

Honkai: Star Rail - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Do I know how to play snooker? Not at all, but the idea of them making out messing around on top of one was living rent free in my head, so have this

Summary: Aventurine wants to keep partying, but Ratio wants him to call it a day and get some rest. So why not solving this matter over a game?

Word count: 1319 words

“Won’t you fancy me a game, Ratio?” Aventurine grinned, lowering his head to let his glasses slide down his nose. “If you win, I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

“You’re drunk, Aventurine,” dr. Ratio snapped back coldly, closing his eyes while letting out an unamused sight, “and I recall telling you that your gambling games do not entertain me. I’m not going to discuss a matter of work over luc-”

“And who is talking about luck?” Aventurine smiled, emptying the glass he had in hands before putting it down. The blonde quickly sprung back up to his feet and used his thumb to point to their side, showing dr. Ratio his suggestion.

A snooker table.

Ratio frowned, his eyes shooting daggers in the blonde’s direction. “Do you even take me seriously?”

“Not in the slightest,” Aventurine chuckled, but regretted his words shortly once he noticed the way the professor looked at him. “Re~lax~, hahah, I was just kidding. Of course I take you seriously, Ratio, more than anyone in the ICP!”

Aventurine walked over, standing just a few steps away from Ratio - enough so he wouldn’t have to look up to meet his eyes. “And that’s why I’m suggesting a game that takes no luck, just skill. If I were to bet in this match, I’d put all my coins on you,” Aventurine grinned, eager for the other man’s answer.

Aventurine was unreasonable, Ratio thought, but he was an essential part to achieve good results in the meeting they had the next morning - that, of course, if he could make it without getting wasted. If beating him in something as simple as a snooker game was all it would take to get the blonde to comply, then Ratio could afford playing along his shenanigans for a while. For the greater good, surely.

“It’s acceptable, I suppose,” Ratio sighed, looking at Aventurine - who was already near the game table - over his shoulder. “One game, understood?”

“Perfectly, Ratio.”

The scholar sighed again, heading over the game’s table and picking one of the shafts that didn’t look too damaged. Once settling with one that looked able to do the job, Ratio turned over to the table, watching as Aventurine organized the balls inside the triangle. 

“If looks could kill, Ratio,” the gambler mumbled, lifting his eyes to look at the other man while he leaned over the table, stretching his left arm forward and aiming carelessly, “I suppose I’d already be a victim of yours.”

Strike.

With a swift, firm movement, Aventurine sent all the balls rolling around the table. A loud, sharp sound came from them whenever two happened to bump into each other. Ratio looked down to the table, holding the shaft with his arms crossed.

He wasn’t impressed. Aventurine sighed.

“Could you at least pretend to have fun? We are playing together after a rough day of work,” the gambler whined, walking around before leaning over the table again. He looked at Ratio over his shoulder and, still, no reaction from the other man.

Strike.

Again, the hit sent one ball into the other, making them roll around the table. It wasn’t clear if this was just Aventurine’s luck or the experience he gained in these sort of games, but, for the second time, the gambler managed to score a point by sending another ball down the hole.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the positive outcome, granting himself another turn. Just a couple more and he would be able to beat Ratio in a game - and maybe get to hang out with him some more.

“Ahaha, isn’t luck on my side today?”

Ratio, however, kept the serious facade. Ugh, was he really taking this game seriously? Was all in his mind their goddamn work?

“Sigh, whatever. I will get us plenty of time to talk once I win,” Aventurine teased, standing in front of the scholar before bending over the table again. “Is this all because you can’t even nag at me? Just because I’m winning?”

With his eyes back on his target, Aventurine got the shaft in place. He wasn’t smart like his colleague to calculate the trajectory of each ball, but he had played snooker enough times to know a move or two.

Still, even if he had played this game a 1000 times, he wouldn’t be able to predict something like that happening.

“You sure let your mouth run loose from time to time, don’t you?” Ratio whispered, seemingly angry, as he leaned on top of Aventurine. The weight of his body kept Aventurine trapped against the table while Ratio’s hands firmly pinned the gambler’s arms as well. “Even though this attention-seeking behavior fits your persona, it can be quite… irritating sometimes. Ever considered this?”

Aventurine felt a shiver running down his spine. He wasn’t a shy person, but being held like this out in the public felt so… vulgar, even for him. How interesting.

“Ahah, Ratio, that’s not the kind of shaft we use to play snooker,” Aventurine chuckled, trying to peek at the other man. He could feel how Ratio shook his head in disapproval, but could also hear a small huffed laughter coming from his lips. “If you want to engage in this sort of activity, we could get ahahah roohohom- w-whahat?!”

Ratio didn’t fancy him an answer. Instead, he began to move his free hand on Aventurine’s exposed, outstretched side, spidering his fingers from the spot just above his waist to the top of his ribcage. “Weren’t you in the middle of another suggestion? Go on,” Ratio hummed, making Aventurine try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect his ear.

“W-why ahahare you tihihickling me?” Aventurine giggled, pressing his body against the table as if it would help him escape. “This is cheheating, Ratio!”

“Is it? You didn’t state a rule that forbade me from disturbing your turn, did you?” Ratio explained matter-of-factly, casually poking the spots between each of the other guy’s ribs, making him let out a whine-y laughter. “Aren’t you going to play? It’s your turn.”

Aeons he was such a jerk, Aventurine thought. I mean, of course he wasn’t crazy enough to voice something like that out loud - especially when Ratio’s “just messing around” tickled enough to make him want to crawl up the walls.

“I- agh, nohoh! Rahahatio, stahahap!!” Aventurine felt like his knees would give in at any second. He tried pulling the shaft back, hoping it would somehow hit Ratio and push him away, but it only made the scholar tickle him more thoroughly, leaving no spot - from his waist to his underarms - untickled.

If Aventurine was out to play a game, Ratio was there to play the player.

And amidst laughter, insults and complaints, Aventurine desperately shoved the shaft forward. The only thing he could take for granted was the fact that it did  hit something. 

“Your aim couldn’t be any more terrible, could it?” Ratio mumbled close to his ear before slowly back away, letting Aventurine’s body go limp on top of the table. “Now get out, it’s my turn.”

“Damn, Ratio, you play dirty…” the blonde complained, as if he didn’t think that the sudden tickling only made the game more interesting.

Ratio remained silent, but there was a cocky smirk on his lips - and that didn’t go unnoticed. With a sharp strike, Ratio sent the balls rolling and Aventurine could already spot at least one of them going down the hole.

“Again, I don’t remember that ‘adding a little handicap’ was against the rules,” Ratio mused, starting to circle around the table. “You were the one to decide that we should settle this matter over a game. If anything, you played yourself, dear gambler.”

That man…

Aventurine laughed out loudly, taking off his glasses. “You never fail to amaze me, Ratio,” he smiled with a spark in his eyes, “now let’s keep playing. The game is far from over…”

[smilinsilly]

Teases actually get me so bad bro

LIKE WDYM "tickle tickle" NO NO SHUT UP IM DYING IM DEAD YOUVE KILLED ME

YOU DONT NEED TO COUNT MY RIBS I HAVE 24

NO DONT CALL ME CUTE PEOPLE ARE LITERALLY SCARED OF ME SHUT UP

"I'm gonna getcha!" SERIOUSLY SHUT UP

"Aww, there's that smile/laugh!" UM, NO, THERE IS NOT THAT SMILE OR LAUGH.

AAAAGJHCGYJCYUDGUGUIHCICDIUGCJHVFHHVJYCVDYJVDJYVCGHJDCHGJDCHJGHDICYIGECJEXHDHJXHJVDXHJVSXJHVXSJHVSXHJVSXJHVSXVHJSHJSXHJXVJHVSAAAAGJHCGYJCYUDGUGUIHCICDIUGCJHVFHHVJYCVDYJVDJYVCGHJDCHGJDCHJGHDICYIGECJEXHDHJXHJVDXHJVSXJHVXSJHVSXHJVSXJHVSXVHJSHJSXHJXVJHVS

Ok thank for listening

‼️NSFW BLOGS DNI‼️

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Aventurine x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 09. "You and I remember this game very differently." + 18. “Wait… That tickled?” Requested by @thelaughtercafe & anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

Games. Aventurine loved to play games. As his lover you knew that very well. Gambling games, strategic games, video games, drinking games, random games.

You knew it very well, so you shouldn't be surprised whenever he came up with something new.

"O-oh. Hi dear," you greeted when he sat on top of you. You were relaxing on your bed with a book, when he climbed on top of you. You blushed at the sudden intimacy.

"Don't mind me. You can continue reading. Unless you'd like to play a game with me of course," he said. You hummed.

"What kind of game?"

You shuddered when you felt him move his hands under your shirt, his fingers trailing against your bare lower back.

"How about hangman? We don't need pen or paper, I can use this here," Aventurine sang, tracing a circle on your bare back. You squirmed and lifted your head to look at him.

"You and I remember this game very differently. Isn't the point of hangman to draw the hanging man if I guess the letters wrong?"

"I like to improvise, you know. As for when you guess it wrong..."

You jolted and let out a stiffled giggle when he traced figures on the bare skin of your back again.

"Wait... That tickled? Already?" Aventurine asked. That little...!

"O-of course it did! You- hehehe stop making up weird games for an excuse to tickle me!" you scolded him, but Aventurine stopped tickling your back and he nodded.

"No, it's not an excuse! I'd still like to play. Guess the word, and if you don't guess it right, the hanging man... will be you. Tickled to death."

Your eyes widened and you dropped the book you were reading. "Aven-!" You looked over your shoulder and saw the smirk on his face.

He was straddling you from behind, one hand resting on your shoulder, and you kind of realized you weren't going anywhere unless you played. Playing hangman with him and guessing the word right might be your best shot at getting out of this with some dignity and energy intact.

"...Letter T," you sighed, pretty confident that Aventurine would be the kind of goofball to choose the word 'tickle' in this case.

"Wrong," Aventurine said, and although you weren't sure how he was going to replace the hanging man for you getting tickled, you knew as soon as he started to lightly tickle your sides.

"W-wait not yehehet- come on hahaah!" you giggled, squirming helplessly and trying to reach back to catch and stop his hands, to no avail. Aventurine whistled.

"No no, this is only the first step. Just keep guessing, if you can~"

Pffft, he was messing with you. If the letter T wasn't in it, then what?

"The E!" you gasped, trying to control your laughter. The tickling was still mild, and you guessed he would increase it with each wrong guess.

"You've got that right. The last letter is the E."

"O-of how mahahany lehehetters!? This gahame isn't fahahair!" you cried.

"Ah.. You're right. Only four letters. I'm sure you can do it."

You continued to giggle and tried to think. A word with four letters... No T... Last letter was an E... It would've been something for Aventurine to choose a simple and cheesy word like 'love'...

"The hehehe O?"

"Nope~" The soft tickles moved up towards your ribs, and increased a little in intensity. He was digging in slightly, and making you laugh more than after the previous wrong guess.

"AHahah- this is too muhuhuch!" you laughed.

"You can still guess it right before I tickle you to death, sweetie," he teased smugly. Geez!

If the O wasn't in it, then it couldn't be 'love'. But you wouldn't know what else, so you just continued.

"Ahahah t-the L?"

"Wrong." And you knew immediately. With stronger and fiercer tickles climbing up to right below your armpits, you were now laughing and giggling hysterically. You had a feeling that it wouldn't take long before 'death by tickling' was officially reached.

Wait, did he even think of a word? Wasn't he just messing you, just to tickle you?

"Ahahahaven! Okahahay I g-gihihive, I dohohon't knohohow!" So hard to guess while getting tickled, damn it!

"Try again, I know you can! You've got to guess the word!" Aventurine encouraged you.

"The Ahahah- A?"

"Correct! Letter two is an A. Keep going!"

That didn't help. The tickling was already pretty bad, so even if it wasn't getting any worse, you were still in a tight spot. Your lover wasn't making this easy, but as you recalled the last letter to be an E, and the second an A, you thought of the possibilities. Many of them.

Fake? Race? Date? Oh, date could be something. With him using this method to ask you to stop reading your book and go on a date with him. Bored Aventurines were dangerous Aventurines.

"Dahahate?! Is ihiiit dahahate?" you cackled.

"Oh, going for the instant word guess? And getting it wrong? My my, you're a bold one," Aventurine said. Oh no!

"Well then..."

The tickling went up and the moment he touched your armpits, you literally crumbled underneath him, attempting to curl up and struggling helplessly to lower your arms, but there really was no convenient way to defend yourself.

"AHAHaha nohoho! Okahahay I lohohohose ahahah! Plehehease- Ahaah- not thehehere!" you howled.

"We've got to make sure you're really dead love," Aventurine sang. What did that even mean! You tried to crawl away from under him, but this only exposed your armpits more, and Aventurine's fingers dug in there as if they were digging up gold.

"GAhahaa I gihihive! I'm dehehead- ahahaha!" you laughed breathlessly. But Aventurine was really merciless and tickled you for a little longer than that. When he finally stopped, you were one breathless and sweaty mess, gasping for air. Aventurine moved off you and took you in his arms to cuddle.

"You did well on your first try, dear. The word was 'game' by the way."

You groaned. "W-what?" Now you felt stupid for not guessing that.

Your boyfriend nodded proudly. "Yup yup. This game of Tickle Man was something I've been wanting to play," Aventurine said while caressing your hair.

You cringed. "Seheriously? Tickle Man?" you asked. Aventurine giggled, sounding too pleased with himself.

"Wasn't it fun?"

You buried your face in his chest and sighed. "You and your silly games!"

"We can play it again. I'll be the next one to guess your word while you tickle me."

Wait, what? "Are you serious?" Did he just give you a literal free pass to tickle him?

Aventurine nodded. "Anything to make you stop reading that book," he added. Ah right, about that part you guessed correctly after all. He was bored and was only pretending he didn't mind you had gotten captivated with this book right now.

"Geez. You could've just asked," you said, but Aventurine shrugged with that cute smile on his face.

"What do you say? Got a word for me to guess?" he asked. You smirked.

"Oh you bet."

But that wasn't entirely true. You were still thinking about a word that would be impossible for him to guess, so you could keep on tickling and tickling him. Maybe a really long, difficult word... Would that be fair? Oh yes it would.

[smilinsilly]

Bathtub Tickly Shenanigans

How to stop a bratty gambler from disturbing your bathtub reading session?

Tickle him, of course!

[smilinsilly]

Could Avery give Casper some sleepy tickles? pretty pretty please?

Yes! 💙

[smilinsilly]

Ler!Alhaitham x Lee!Kaveh

Day 4 - Weak Spot

I know that the plot “weak spot” isn’t tied very well in this but I hope you all enjoy it either way ^^

“This is killing me-! How can he say no to this design?!”

Alhaitham came into his house, disappearing to his room immediately upon entry. The Acting Grand Sage wanted nothing to do with whatever it was that the architect was whining about.

“Agh…I followed everything he asked for! I can’t lower the rate or price any more! These materials- this is insane!”

Alhaitham spoke from his seat in his room, “is this level of volume necessary to complete your project?”

“Well- no- but it’s just- it’s really annoying!”

“Oh. I couldn’t tell.”

The architect scoffs, looking away, “can’t you pretend that you care for once?!”

“Fine,” Alhaitham stands up, setting down his book and walking towards the architect.

“Kaveh, I can see more of your designs than I can of the very floor in the house.”

“Well, I’m sorry that you simply don’t understand what the lifestyle of an architect consists of!”

“Does it include being on the poverty line?”

“You-! Ugh- I don’t even know why I bother with you!”

Alhaitham suddenly puts his hand on the window in the back of Kaveh’s shirt.

The architect jolts forward in his seat, caught off-guard, “ghk-! What are you doing?”

Alhaitham speaks from his stance behind Kaveh, “there’s no words that I can say that’ll get through that thick skull you have. So, I’m going to not attempt that route anymore.”

Alhaitham slides his fingers down Kaveh’s shoulder blades, focusing on the muscles right beside the architect’s spine. The Acting Grand Sage knew full well what he was doing.

Kaveh gasps, “ah-! Wh- what are you doing? Stop that-! Gah!”

Completely ignoring his words, Alhaitham continues, “you were at the tavern the other day, as always. You kept griping about how tense your shoulders have been because of stress- and, since you don’t take care of it- you’re making it my problem, so here am I fixing it.”

Alhaitham digs his thumbs into the muscle he was grazing with his fingertips just seconds beforehand.

“Alhaitham wait- don’t!”

Alhaitham ignores Kaveh, continuing with his mischievous massage with the smallest of smirks on his face. Kaveh jolts in his seat, laughter pouring out of him, like the wine that’s seemingly pouring endlessly into his glass at night.

“Hm, I’m surprised that somehow you can become louder than before I came home. I could have sworn I could hear your complaining from the House of Daena. I’ll wager the researchers at Sanctuary of Surasthana can hear you now.”

“Alhaitham-! Wh- hahahahaha! This isn’t- hahaha- helping!! Hahahaha!”

“This is your weak spot, so you might as well embrace it.”

“Wh-? How do you know- hahahahaha!”

“You can barely handle even fabric on this spot, so it’s natural to infer this.”

“Well it’s uncomfortable to wear- gah! Stop it- hahahahaha!”

“Hm, I doubt you actually want me to stop. You are free to stand up and walk away, and yet you haven’t.”

Kaveh’s face flushed. Alhaitham is right- of course he is…when is he not, at this point?

“Just shut it- hahahahahaha!”

“Now you want it to be quiet? Hm, how amusing.”

Kaveh gives up acting like he wants it to end. He needed this attention. He’s been nothing but neglected, and the only attention he got was when he was being degraded or rejected…but just this once…neither of those are the case, and it’s nice to say the least.

Alhaitham stops the massage, walking away to his room silently to continue reading his book.

Kaveh whirls around in his seat, feeling more relaxed but a bit disappointed that it was over, “umm- Alhaitham…?”

The Acting Grand Sage turns, waiting to hear what the roommate had to say.

“Thank you…”

“Sure.”

Alhaitham continued to read his book quietly. For the first night in a while, Kaveh reached for a bottle or water rather than a glass of wine. Maybe this weakness is a secret benefit after all…

[smilinsilly]

he’s an empath