#ticklish!otabek

[intheticklecloset]

TickleTober Day #17: Shiver

OtaYuri (Yuri on Ice)

~~~

“Why is it,” Otabek asked, coming up to stand behind Yuri, “that when we’re dancing, you don’t seem bothered by me having my hands on you, but when I do this…” He trailed his fingertips up the blonde’s ribs in what was supposed to be a sensual manner but ended up making Yuri burst into giggles and curl up defensively. “…you react like that?”

“I don’t know!” Yuri snapped, flustered. He broke away from Otabek’s grasp and shivered. “It’s just different when we’re dancing.”

Recently the two of them had started taking dance lessons together, since they wanted to share the ice for couples routines more often in the future. Figure skating was dancing on ice, after all, so it wasn’t all that out of the ordinary for them. They really got into it, too – especially Yuri, which Otabek found amusing.

And yet, this one detail was begging to be resolved.

“Why is it different?” he pressed, coming up behind him again, wrapping his arms around his waist. Yuri stiffened at first, then melted into him when he didn’t attack right away.

“I don’t know,” he said again. “It still…it still tickles, it’s just…different when we’re dancing.”

Otabek hummed. “Maybe it’s because we both know the moves are coming, and I only do it for so long during a routine.” He smirked. “But now…”

Yuri was already squirming, trying to break out of his hold. “No!”

“Now, there’s no guarantee that I’ll stop. Does that make you more sensitive, Yuri?” Otabek teased, gently curling his fingers in to tickle along the blonde’s sides, making him squeak and giggle again.

“Nohohohoho, Beka!” Yuri whined, though his pink cheeks and happy smile told the older boy everything he needed to know about this situation.

He nipped Yuri’s ear playfully and kept up his gentle tickle assault. “Where do you think you’re going? We still need to figure this out, little Yuri~”

“Dohohohon’t call me thahahahat! Beheheheheheka!” Yuri pleaded, giggling more openly now, torn between wanting to break away and melting into his boyfriend’s playful touch.

Otabek breathed a sigh against Yuri’s neck. “You’re adorable.”

Yuri shivered, his blush darkening as he giggled and squirmed helplessly. Still, it wasn’t the most unpleasant sensation in the world…

[ticklygiggles]

Watch your mouth | OtaYuri

A/N: Hello, anon. Prompts were closed when I received this, but since I’m a slut for domestic!OtaYuri I’ll write it for you, thank you!

Summary: Otabek just wanted to sleep one more hour.

Words: 1,468 (under the cut)

Yuri couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of him, touching his back pocket, he he let out a soft whispered 'fuck' before he ran back to the kitchen to get his phone. He took a quick picture once he was back in the room and settled it as his wallpaper in the spot.

Otabek was laying on his stomach, his arms hidden under the pillow where his head rested, half of his body covered with a warm blanket, his mouth opened letting out small snorts, nose crinckling slightly and his eyebrows furrowing in the middle just a little bit. On top of him a warm Potya, joining him in his afternoon nap.

Adorable, Yuri thought as he reached out to touch Otabek's cheek with his fingertips. The muscles in his cheek twitched a little and Yuri nearly squeaked excitedly- no! Wake him up. He's here to wake him up!

"Otabek", he says firmly, placing his hand flat against Otabek's shoulder to shake him softly. "Otabek, it's time to get up."  

"Ngh, one more hour."

"What- one more hour? You have no shame?", Yuri asks as Otabek opens one of his eyes to look at his boyfriend tiredly. Yuri fought the urge to take his phone out again. "You said you'd take a two hours nap! That was four hours ago!"

Otabek closes his eye again and he nuzzles deeper into his pillow, slowly drifting away again. "I've been asleep all this time already, one more hour it's okay."

"Get up now”, he repeats, his voice severe. “Dinner is ready and I don't want to eat it cold.", Yuri has his arms crossed over his chest, one of his knees up digging into the mattress beside Otabek's body.

"Then eat without me, Yura." Sassy Otabek was a cute Otabek and Yuri wanted to hear more of it, but dinner was ready and he spent a lot of time on it to let it get cold just because Otabek doesn't want to get his lazy ass up.

"If I wanted to eat without you I would’ve done it ten minutes ago," he says, now placing his hands on his waist. "Get up."

"No.", Yuri’s right eyebrow twitches as he closed his eyes.

"Otabek, don't make me do it”, he warns.

Otabek opens his eye again and looks directly at Yuri’s green eyes. “Then don’t do it, Yuri”

Yuri feels the corner of his mouth twitching up, forming a little smirk as he quickly grabs a pillow on the other side of the bed and hits Otabek with it in the head, startling both his boyfriend and Potya, who jumps off Otabek’s back and the bed with an indignated face.

Yuri bites his lip, lifting the pillow high above his head, giggling mischievously, ready to set another hit on Otabek’s head. He doesn’t expect, though, to get hit back in the face by the pillow under Otabek’s head!

“How do you like-” Otabek stops on his tracks when Yuri makes a little choking sound when the pillow hit his nose, “Yuri!”, he says worried, lifting himself up from the bed just when Yuri lands his pillow against Otabek’s face, laughing and running out of the room. Otabek chuckles, running right behind him. “Come back, you fucker!”

Yuri laughs again, running around the living room and then suddenly turning around to strike another hit on the side of Otabek’s face, he gasps, taken aback and blinding throwing another hit where he supposed Yuri was, but Yuri is faster and with a clean move, he tales Otabek’s pillow in his hand and pulls it out of Otabek’s hand, using it against him, moving his arms forming circles in the air, striking a hit after another on Otabek.

“Ack! Okay! Okay, I- hee!”, Otabek squeals when the back of his knees touch the edge of the couch and he falls into it, trying to protect himself with his arms.

“Say I won, Otabek!”, Yuri says, not stopping his pillow attack as he laughs happily, making Otabek laugh as he tries to hold on one pillow. “Ha?! Wanting to take away my weapon? No! That just won’t do!”

Otabek squeals again when Yuri suddenly jumps on top of him, straddling his hips, not stopping his attack. “Ah- you little shit, stop!”, Otabek succesfully holds onto a pillow and throws it away- Yuri, surprised to find one of his hands unarmed, immediately latches his finges into Otabek’s ribs, squeezing in rapidly.

Otabek shrieks. “Ah! Ah, no! Nohohoho! How did this chahahange like thihis?!”, Otabek arches his back, his laughter flowing out freely right away due to the sudden attack as his hands go to stop Yuri’s hand, but Yuri quickly throws the other pillow away and uses his free hand to squeeze up Otabek’s other set of ribs, making him shriek adorably, his heels digging into the armrest of the couch and then his legs kicking. “Why are you dohohoing this!”, Otabek paws weakly at Yuri’s hands. “Tickling is unfahahair! Ah!”

Yuri giggles, looking at Otabek’s flushed face. “It is not! They said everything is fair in war and love, Beka”, he chuckles. “I think they are right!”

Otabek shakes his head no, his body also shaking with his laughter as he tries to squirm out of the situation, pushing Yuri’s chest to throw him off, only exposing his underarms. “Oh fuhuhuck! Yura!”. he throws his head back, laughing loudly.

“Beka!”, Yuri mocks. “Hey, you’ve been swearing a lot since you woke up. That deserves punishment”

Otabek doesn’t say anything back, too busy laughing his head off as he desperately tries to push Yuri’s arms away as he also tries to keep his own arms glued to his sides to protect his underarms, without achieving it, of course. He thrusts his hips up, making Yuri dig into his armpits harder as he tries to keep balance. Otabek let out a loud bark of laughter.

“Dammit! Stohohohop now, you little sh-

“Again?” Yuri asks, his fingers only wiggling faster. “Altin, don’t make me go there because, once my fingers get you, I’m gonna take my time to destroy you”, Yuri warns, a big smirky grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Otabek gasps through his laughter, shaking his head. “No! No, plehehease! Anywhere but thehehere!”

“Then be nice”, Yuri chuckles, worming his finger out to attack at Otabek’s ribs again, his thumbs rubbing against his bottom ribs, making Otabek shriek with laughter. “How’s that?”

“Horrible!”, Otabek wraps his arms around his torso. “You ahahare cruel! I just wahahanted to keep sleepi- fuhuhuhucking stop digging into my dahahahmn ri- no! I’m sorry! I’m sor- ahahaha!”, Otabek starts to cackle and howl with laughter as soon as he feels Yuri’s thumbs drilling against his hipbones.

“I warned you, Altin. Didn’t I?”, Otabek nods his head, his back arching off the couch and his fingers are barely able to push Yuri’s fingers away for almost two seconds before they come back full force to attack his most ticklish spot. “And what did you do?”, Yuri was smiling brightly, looking at that open smile on Otabek’s mouth, he looked so cute.

“I swohohore! Plehehease stop!”, Otabek snorts, barking out more cackles.

“Do you surrender?”, his lover nods, as his laughter becomes wheezy. “Did I win?”, Otabek nods again, shrieking when Yuri moves his fingers differently. “Will you warm up our dinner?”

“Yes! Yes! Just stohohohp alreahahaha-

Otabek’s laugh finally dies as he shakes with silent cackles. After just a few more squeezes at those sharp hipbones, Yuri stops, giving his lover the chance to breathe again.

“Hohohorrible”, Otabek giggles out when his voice comes back. “You are nohohot allowed to tihihickle me there never again!”, Yuri smiles at him and lays down on top of Otabek, his hands placed above Otabek’s chest and his ching resting on top of them, looking at his boyfriend with loving eyes.

“I can’t make any promises, you look too adorable when you are laughing this loud”

“Hmm”, Otabek hums, wrapping his arms around Yuri and lifting his head to kiss his forehead. “I know about someone who also looks pretty adorable when laughing really loud”, Yuri giggles right away and he sneaks out of Otabek’s tired arms quickly. “Hey-”

“No more games. Dinner is cold already!”, he runs to the kitchen and Otabek just chuckles watching him dissapear.

“Scaredy-cat”

“How did you call me?”, Yuri pokes his head out of the kitchen. “Oh, you’re on, Otabek Altin!”, Otabek shriekes, jumping off the couch and running away. “Yes, you better run! Because when I catch you, I’m gonna tickle your hips until they dissapear, and only then I’m gonna stop!”

“Yuuuuri!”, Otabek whines, his insides jumping with anticipation as he giggles like a kid being chased. He’s really gonna get it now.

[italeean]

Just a massage

Yuri is drained from his training and his lover offers his a massage. Unfortunately the Russian doesn't manage to understand his true intentions in

NOTE: Hi everyone, I hope you're doing great!! I've been wanting to write about Yuuri on Ice for a while, but my brain decided to not provide me any ideas (until now, that is). I won’t even begin with how much I love Yuri Plisetsky, otherwise the note would be longer than the fic lol :) I hope you like it, support and/or suggestions are always appreciated ^_^ And, as the anon from yesterday said, ricordatevi sempre di essere felici 💚🤍❤️ (remember to always be happy)

PS. Sorry for not posting this yesterday, but I got tired (I usually write after dinner) and didn’t feel like rushing it just to post it

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

‘I’m home’ Yuri said as he entered his and Otabek’s apartment. ‘Wel... come back’ the dark-haired ice skater surely did not expect to see his lover as he was when his gaze met his own. Hair disheveled, dark bags under his eyes and the most emaciated expression. He immediately understood that Yakov had decided to be a demon with Yuri’s training routine.

‘Hey honey, training drained you today, huh? Come on, go take a nap, you have a bit more than an hour before dinner’ the Kazakh said. ‘No, don’t worry, I’m not tired at all, who do you take me for?’ the blonde was definitely exhausted, even his supposed-to-be-snarky remark lacked its usual fire. ‘Yeaah, I’m not buying it, go and rest. now.’ Unfortunately Otabek’s “intimidating” tone had no effect on his boyfriend, who, in exchange, said ‘I don’t like repeating myself, I don’t need sle-EEP! Put me down this instant!!’

Otabek knew how stubborn his lover could be, so he opted to go straight with drastic measures. He picked up the petite guy and carried him to the bedroom, ignoring the prolonged string of (not really meant) insults and overly dramatic complaints. On the other hand, he smiled internally at the fact that Yuri was so tired that he was speaking half-Russian without realizing. And, despite his demands of being put down, he clung onto him as if he was asking him to never let go.

As the couple reached the room, the taller guy laid Yuri on the bed and tucked him in, not without him rustling a bit because “this was stupid and he wasn’t tired”. The blonde would have fought him much more, but was his head touched the pillow, all the pent-up drowsiness hit him like a truck without giving him an actual chance to resist the urge to close his eyes. Otabek tsk-ed when he saw the tiny guy already sound asleep, gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and went to the kitchen to get dinner started.

A couple of hours later, the ice skater was woken up by a pleasant smell of Pirozhki and some gentle caresses on his cheek. ‘Hey sleepyhead, dinner’s ready. Wanna come to the kitchen?’ 

The scent of his favorite food was more than enough to make Yuri fully awake, also because, now that tiredness wasn’t a problem anymore, he remembered he was starving, too. The Kazakh was more than convinced that he’d never seen his lover run that fast towards the kitchen. Once they sat down at the table, they began eating, and it was surprising to see such a tiny guy eat that much and that fast.

When they finished their meal, the Russian took a quick refreshing shower and reached his partner on the bed where he’d put on a movie to enjoy a chill night together. However, his sore muscles didn’t agree to that idea and finding a good position turned out to be much harder than expected. The dark haired guy noticed how restless and frustrated his lover was, so he decided to help.

‘Oi Yuri, would it help if I gave you a massage?’ Yuri was a bit taken aback, but he didn’t think it was a bad idea. After all, it was difficult to make his situation worse.

He took his shirt off to give Otabek better access to his aching back and neck, and then he laid on his stomach. The dark-eyed guy put himself immediately to work and began loosening the many knots in the ice skater’s neck. Something didn’t feel right to the Russian, though, he could swear that, while Otabek’s thumbs were actually working, the other fingers were fluttering all over the sensitive spot. Did his boyfriend know what he was doing? Yuri had no idea, so he bit his lip, clenched the sheets and held back the giggles that were threatening to spill.

‘Something wrong, Yuri? You’re supposed to relax, not to get more tense’ ‘Y-yeah sure, you’re doing great, go on’ if he hadn’t been laying face down, the petite guy would’ve noticed the teasy, mischievous and pretty sadistic smirk plastered all over the Kazakh’s face. However, the latter carried on with his massage going down to his back, starting with the shoulder blades and making his way towards the last vertebrae. One thing became more evident, though, the fingers that weren’t massaging were tapping and drumming against Yuri’s ribs and sides, making it difficult for him to stay still.

To Otabek it was endearing how much his partner tried to hide his ticklishness, and, unfortunately for said partner, he wanted more of those cute little reactions. ‘I’m gonna try a different technique, is it alright with you?’ he asked. ‘Yeah yeah whatever, just get on with it...’ to everyone Yuri’s reply would’ve seemed rude, but the shaky tone of his voice gave away his nervousness.

The blonde was not-so-pleasantly surprised when he felt ten fingers delicately stroking up and down his sides and ribs, even daring to go up to the underarms every now and then. ‘T-this ih nohot... a massage’ oh no. The usually snarky boy knew that his defenses were starting to crumble. And his lover was well aware, too. ‘What do you mean it’s not? Are you that ungrateful?’ Otabek fake-gasped dramatically, but at the same time he started wiggling his fingers a bit, increasing the ticklish sensation.

‘Something wrooong?’ how he could be so mean to keep teasing him when cute little squeaks could clearly be heard, was beyond Yuri’s mind. ‘Yohohou exahactly know what!’ he replied trying to sound mad and intimidating (utterly failing at both). ‘Uhmm... nope, no clue at all, sorry...’ the Russian could literally hear the smirk in his lover’s voice. ‘...maybe if I keep doing it, I’ll figure out what it is’ ‘Please wait a minUTEHE- NO!!’

Too late, Yuri’s dorky boyfriend had already begun poking and prodding all around his torso, knowing from experience that a harder touch worked much better on him. ‘Hahahahahahah yohohohou idiohohot stop ihiihit’ the blonde screamed. ‘Not a chance, love, you’ve been so grumpy and stressed out those days, this will help you cheer up’ apparently Otabek didn’t intend to stop anytime soon. In fact, he carried on with his “cheer-up mission” in the sweetest-yet-cruelest way he could.

‘Gohohohoho awahahahahyehehe nahahahaha’ the Kazakh was still squeezing Yuri’s sides when the poor guy started making requests. ‘Okay’ he simply responded... only to begin an awful rib-counting. An awfully ticklish rib-counting.

‘One... two... three...’ oh god, to say that Yuri was going crazy was an understatement. ‘Three... four... fiv-’ ‘Nahahahaha yohou sahahaid threehehe two tihihimehes’ ‘Really now? I must start all over then hehehe’ and back to the base of the ribcage he went. ‘You juhuhust havehehe toho ahahadd onehe to youhur cohohouhunting hahahaha’ the proposition was merely ignored by the evil tickler, who resumed his work without showing any mercy.

In the meanwhile, the blonde was getting more and more distressed, the only problem was that said distress was reflected as anger and sass. ‘Juhuhust add onehehehe ahahare you thahahahat duhumb?!’ now he’d really done it. ‘Oho? Me? Dumb? The audacity...’ It was obvious that the dark-eyed guy wasn’t mad about that insult, but he still took the chance to up his game.

He manhandled the petite ice skater and turned him on his back. When he met his gaze he saw three things: slight embarrassment, a bit of anticipation and... eagerness maybe? 

Otabek winked at him before turning around to scribble lightly on his partner’s knees, just to let him know what was coming. ‘Nohohohohoho dohohohohon’t pleheheheahahahsehehe’ the green-eyed boy was literally a blushing and giggling mess, and he was barely doing anything! ‘Don’t what? I’m really not doing anything this time’ ‘Sohoho yohohouhuhu ahahadmihihit yohohouhuhu knehehew ihihit frohohom thehehe stahart yohouhu ihihidihiOHOHOT NAHAHAHHAHAHA’ Yuri had officially had reached his lover’s limit of patience.

‘Haven’t you learned where your name-calling brings you already? I suppose I have to explain it to you in detail’ this could mean only one thing, the Ice Tiger of Russia was about to receive the tickle of a lifetime. 

The statement proved itself to be totally right, in fact the Kazakh had his fun scribbling all over and behind the blonde’s knees, giving him pokes to make him squeal and doing the egg-crack move, which was killer for him. However, before unleashing this absolute hell on his lover, he stayed still for a good minute, enjoying the adorable little whines Yuri was making because of the anticipation. If it were for him, he would’ve kept him like that forever.

‘HAHAHAHAHAHA BEKAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHD PLEHEHEHAHAHASE’ In other circumstances, the taller guy would’ve teased him about his begging, but this time he heard a thing he’d never expected to hear from his lover. ‘What did you call me?’ he asked. On the other hand, the Russian was crimson-red and internally kicking himself for that nickname, so he answered ‘NOHOHOHOTHIHIHING IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAHAY AHAHANYTHIHIHING’ he wanted to be stubborn about that? Unfortunately for him, Otabek was more than fine with that (and maybe slightly hoping to receive such a response from him).

‘Nothing, huh? Very well then, I won’t stop until you tell me’ and he kept his words. He continued his gentle but ruthless assault until Yuri couldn’t take it anymore and decided to tap out. ‘IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHALLEHEHED YOHOHOUHUHU BEHEHEKAHAHA NOHOHOW STAHAHAP’ The older guy was satisfied with the answer and eventually stopped, admiring the mess who was currently laying on the bed. His hair were ruffled, there were tears in the corner of his eyes and his cheeks were completely flushed. He swore that there wasn’t a more wholesome and heartwarming sight in the whole world.

When the tiny guy recovered from the brutal attack, he said ‘Call me that again please. I love that nickname’. ‘Y-you mean Beka? Come on, it’s so dumb!! How can you like it?’ the blond ice skater was genuinely confused. Wasn’t it too sappy for his lover? ‘Careful with your words, if I hear you say such nonsense ever again, I won’t hesitate to use my methods to prove you wrong’ well, apparently not. Yuri perfectly understood the allusion and decided to not say anything about it.

The couple then remembered about the movie they’d put on, which had already reached the end credits, and decided to turn off the tv and keep cuddling for a while.

After half an hour, Otabek heard some soft snores coming from the tiny figure curled up on top of him, resembling more a kitten than an ice tiger. He smiled fondly and gave him a sweet peck on the forehead, then he turned off the table lamp and reached his lover in dreamland. 

[lightshair]

If you guys have any requests for tickle fanfics for kpop groups for Ateez, Straykids, BTS, TXT, The Rose, N.Flying, etc. Just lmk it can honestly be any group, just lmk and i will do my research on the group so the fanfics can be as realistic as possible. I have lots of free time rn so pls send requests, I also do bl dramas, gallavich, otayuri, and kuroken so pls lmk <3333

[veryblushyswitch]

Lemme get some

“Characters that have super ticklish hips because of their vibes”

😜🍯✨💓

One of my favorite tickle spots!!! 💖

~

Characters that I think have super ticklish hips just because of their vibe~

*————————————————————————*

1.) Midoriya - My Hero Academia

*————————————————————————*

2.) Shinsou - My Hero Academia

*————————————————————————*

3.) Mike - Stranger Things

*————————————————————————*

4.) Suki - Avatar The Last Airbender

*————————————————————————*

5.) Otabek - Yuri On Ice

*————————————————————————*

6.) Marco - Star vs The Forces of Evil

*————————————————————————*

7.) Zim - Invader Zim

*————————————————————————*

8.) Luffy - One Piece

*————————————————————————*

9.) Sasha - Attack On Titan

*————————————————————————*

10.) Howl - Howl's Moving Castle

*————————————————————————*

[anzynai]

Yuri HCs

okay so since ive been super duper inactive (i swear ill... probably... be more active when school’s over!!) and i just watched yuri!!! on ice, i fell in love with this unbelievably pREtty boy right here and just HAD to do some headcanons for him. just yeah. 

Lee:

everyone, if you could rate ticklishness from one to a ten, he’d be an 11

so yeah hes ticklish asf lmao

a bit embarrassed by it but all in all, doesn’t mind and actually likes it

he doesn’t like the rough tickles bc they hurt him tho 

has asked to be tickled like... two times in his entire life. but like it’s better than 0, right?

he says “stop” and “wait” a lot reflexively, and is secretly disappointed when the person actually does lmao

radiates ticklish neck and chin vibes

he has the soft, bubbly kinda laughs, its like squeals, shrieks, and loud giggles

he used to cover his mouth to conceal his laughter, but after realizing it gives the other an advantage to his armpits, he stopped doing that

he still finds his laugh embarrassing, especially since when he is teased for it

oh? his tickle spot? i mean, where isn’t his tickle spot? ... not a lot of people (only otabek, victor, and yuuri) know, but the lower part of his back is the most sensitive ahaha

if you get his tickle spot, he will literally scream. and he like... doesnt stop so the ler cant keep going there without breaks

he doesnt get tickled often tbh, most people are put off by his attitude, but it doesn’t stop victor or jj. yuuri and otabek were a bit hesistant at first, but they do it a lot more often

when one of those four tickle him, it’s absolute torture

he’s a squirmer, warning: protect your body, he may kick or hit you accidentally

he’s the lee like 90% of the time haha, not that he minds :pp

Ler: 

revenge. no one tickles him without paying the price. 

well, he tries to get revenge anyways, but it never works well for jj, only sometimes victor and otabek. 

when it doesnt work, he usually gets a second round of tickles lol

and he knows that, so sometimes he tries to tickle them and fails on purpose because he doesn’t wanna ask for more tickles 

he’s good at it, not insanely good, but good enough to get them squealing.

his strong suit is teases, always embarrassing the lee with teasing about how ticklish they are, their sensitivity, etc.

his teases are the playfully insulting kinda type “isn’t it embarrassing to be this ticklish”

his teases don’t just stop there, he’ll physically tease too. like he’ll circle his finger around a spot so the lee only has little giggles and when they least expect it, he finally digs in

he only does that sometimes though, because some people use that to their advantage and tackle him and wreck him instead

also a very merciless tickler, he will not stop until the lee is breathless and red and very obviously at their limit

mostly tickles yuuri tho bc he’s pretty easy to tackle

he never initiates tickles tho, or at least VERY rarely, really only tickles someone after they start it

he’s the kind of person to be like “lol anyway...” after wrecking tickling someone LMAO

[myreygn]

are there any lee/ler dynamics you'd like to write for more??

*pulls out 65 slides powerpoint* i'm glad you asked

i've actually never thought about dynamics, but because i'm not sure if you mean the overall dynamic or specific ships, i'll just say the dynamic and then add some ships/characters as an example.

rivalry - people who are rivals/have a competitive relationship getting into an argument and person a discovers that person b is ticklish and wrECKS them in order to win the argument. must include: teasing, a lot of swearing, stubborn lee. (rin and natsuya from free!, kuroo and daishou/yaku, iwaizumi and tendou from haikyuu!!, dabi and shigaraki from my hero academia, robb and theon from game of thrones)

grilling - mostly with friends, person a (+ several others) make person b admit their crush or something like that, as simple as that. or they use tickling to make them do something for them, like take out the trash or who know what. must include: pinned lee, stubborn lee. (basically any (b)romance i like to write, you can just ask for them if you want to read something like that)

[more under the cut]

tough/sweet- aka mor or less innocent characters going absolutely feral in destroying their scary looking friends/partners but without crossing lines. maybe to cheer them up or because they like it, the reason doesn’t really matter. must include: trust, the lee has to be comfortable, stubborn lee. bonus points if the sweet ler turns into the teasiest shit on earth. (rin and aiichiro, rin and makoto from free!, oikawa and iwaizumi, hinata and kenma from haikyuu!!, momo and jirou from my hero academia, aang and zuko, ty lee and mai from avatar)

hurt/comfort - idc if this is between friends, partners or siblings, but person a is sad, stressed or (my favourite) just witnessed a nightmare and person b reassures them with tickles. could also be more than one ler, but i actually prefer one since it’s usually more intimate and gentle. must include: FLUFF, gentle tickles, sad lee. (joker and dagger from black butler, basically every haikyuu!! (b)romance i like, sokka and zuko from avatar, fat gum and kirishima from my hero academia, magne and laurits from ragnarok, natsuya and ikuya, makoto and ikuya (+ asahi and haru) from free!)

closeted lee/goofball - what i mean by that is bokuroo a lee that loves being tickled but is really embarassed by it, including not being able to ask for tickles or say thE bAd t-wOrD and blushing like crazy when it comes up with a gentle giant goofball who just wants them to enjoy themselves and have a lot of fun teasing them but in the end always give them what they want. must include: flustered lee, happy ler, care and lots of looove. (bokuto and kuroo, matsukawa and iwaizumi, semi and tendou from haikyuu!!, asami and korra from avatar, kirishima and kaminari, mirio and tamaki, kaminari and shinsou from my hero academia)

teasy/fed up - it is what it says: bratty lee gets wrecked by totally done with their shit ler. must include: sassy lee, merciless ler, tears of laughter. (futakuchi and kamasaki, kuroo and daichi from haikyuu!!, magne and laurits from ragnarok, victor and yurio, otabek and yurio from yuri!!! on ice, kisumi and asahi from free!)

those are the ones that come to my mind now. if you want to request anything which is not listed here, do so nevertheless; maybe i’ll write it anyways. :)

[fanficsandfluff]

Yuuri On Ice: Perfection in a Gaze

“He’s quite stunning, isn’t he?”

Yuuri looked over at the small blonde Russian standing next to him outside the rink, “Who? Otabek?”

Yurio nodded, “Of course, pig. Who else is on the ice?”

The Japanese skater didn’t take the insults to heart anymore, but now his mind was buzzing with curiosity. Stunning? Such a pronounced word to use for someone’s skating. Yes, Otabek looked skilled and refined on the ice. Intense. Stunning seemed to mean more. 

“Forget you. Shouldn’t you be heading out anyway?” Yurio asked, casually leaning on the rink barrier and he blew some blonde hair out of his face.

Yuuri glanced between Yurio and Otabek out on the ice and a blush graced his cheeks, “Y-Yes! See you tomorrow, Yurio. Proshchay,” he smiled softly, practicing his Russian. 

Yurio nodded and turned back to Otabek gliding through the ice. When he heard the door close behind Yuuri, he took a breath and removed the guards from his skates before skipping out onto the ice. 

Otabek was still concentrated on the routine he was practicing.

“Oi! Beka!” 

Otabek turned his head and slowed his skating, “Yuri,” he smiled softly, “Did you want to practice together?”

“No, I just wanted to skate with you.”

Otabek grinned, since that basically meant the same thing, “We can pair skate. That should be fun, hm?” he skated close to the small Russian and looked down at him. 

Yurio huffed but he looked up at Otabek from behind his bangs, “Yeah, I mean.... yeah.”

The Kazakh figure skater smiled pleasantly and he grabbed Yurio’s waist and hand, already ready. 

While Yurio looked startled at first, he soon took up the challenge and skated with Otabek leading at first. 

“Spin,” Otabek commanded and pushed off from Yurio to give him space to complete a quad quite successfully with little prior warning. Otabek smiled, “Arms out,” and he reached his out gracefully, Yurio copying him. 

“This doesn’t seem your style,” Yurio commented, digging a blade into the ice to kick up in a jump.

“No? We can change it up, then. Would you let me lift you?”

Yurio’s eyes widened for a second.

“Do you trust me?”

Yurio nodded, “Yeah. Duh,” he huffed, as if it was obvious even though his response didn’t convey that.

Otabek smiled and slowed down, “Ready?” he faced Yurio. The smaller young man nodded, “Uh, sure.”

“You’re small, this shouldn’t be hard,” Otabek smiled reassuringly and he stuck his hands under Yurio’s arms. The Russian did not expect that grab, instead thinking he’d grab at the hips, so he squeaked and shot his arms down. 

“Aha! Wahahait!”

Otabek tilted his head and he smiled. Then he chuckled, “Ihis the Russian Ice Fairy ticklish?”

Yurio’s pale cheeks lit up and he growled, “N-No! What the hell kind of a question is that? I just wasn’t ready.”

“But you said you were,” Otabek slid his hands out from under Yurio’s arms, “Ready to try again? If you’re not ticklish, that is,” he smirked.

Yurio scoffed, lifting his arms out to his sides to prove his total non-ticklishness, “Go ahead, Kazakh. Try again.”

Otabek nodded, acting professional now. He tricked Yuri again by grabbing his sides, his thumbs perfectly matching up to the Russian’s hip bones and digging in. 

Yurio was hoisted into the air, but went with flailing limbs, laughter spilling from his mouth, “BEHEKA! ACK! STAHAHAhahahap wahahait lehehet gohohoho, jeheherk!” 

Otabek chuckled and he skated forward with Yurio hoisted above his head. Then he lowered him and pulled him close to his chest, with the smaller man’s back pressed into his front.

“So little Yuri is ticklish. How interesting,” Otabek teased and smirked evilly, slipping his hand beneath the silky fabric of Yurio’s shirt and gracing his fingers against his small belly.

Yurio squeaked and bit his lip, pushing at Otabek’s hands as he leaned into him, making Otabek continue to skate backward at a slow pace. 

Otabek chuckled softly. Yuri’s laughter was beautiful. Musical, even. People hardly heard it, and even him as one of his friend’s and it was a sin. 

“Where’d the laugh go?” Otabek questioned and he pinched the smooth flesh next. 

Yurio snorted, turning his head to avoid Otabek’s gaze. His lip quivered. 

Otabek gave a few kneads to Yurio’s hip bone and that seemed to do it after four sharp squeezes and then a deep massage.

“AHAHA! DAHAHAHAMN PODONOK NAHA!” Yurio was lifted up in the air slightly in Otabek’s grip, and he kicked his legs out. 

Otabek chuckled, “I should do this more often, Yura,” and he let the Russian go, spinning him once before skating away from him. 

Yurio gained his balance back and clutched his midsection, panting. Dammit. He wasn’t gonna let out of this with dignity. He looked ahead at Otabek in the distance, still skating gracefully with smooth footwork on the ice, not taking his eyes off Yurio. This made the blonde’s breath hitch. That smile, with that face, and those soft eyes.... that wasn’t fair. 

Yurio skated towards Otabek and grumbled, “I’m cold. Come closer.”

Otabek chuckled and he practically hugged Yurio close to himself, but pulled it off as continuing the impromptu pair skate. Yurio knew Otabek couldn’t see his face but he was smiling. 

“Dohon’t drop me, you idiot,” Yurio teased when Otabek went back for another lift, non-tickly of course. 

Otabek smiled, “Youhu trust me, though,” and he successfully lifted a smiling Yurio and set him down, the two drifting over the ice, skated clinking against it.

“Thahat tickles!” Yurio protested when Otabek went for another lift, grabbing him under his arms.

“I cahan’t lift you if you don’t raise your arms, Yura.”

And so the day went by with similar antics. Yurio can’t remember smiling and laughing that much in so long. And he can’t remember looking at such a beautiful face for that long, either. Perfection. That was Beka.

“I had fun, Yuri,” Otabek smiled at the smaller skater as they got off the ice and removed their skates. 

“Me too. Even though you’re an ass.”

“Soho I am,” the Kazakh stood over Yurio and gazed down at him with a smile on his lips.

Yurio looked back up, his lips feeling dry, so he licked them uncomfortably. The gaze was powerful. 

Otabek leaned down and pressed a kiss to Yurio’s lips, shutting his eyes to linger in the feeling. 

Meanwhile, Yurio’s were wide and his cheeks were beet red with blush. Then his eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around the older male. Now this was perfection. Hours of skating, laughing, touching. The perfect ending to a perfect day.

[zuzusexytiems]

Soooo can I be nosy and ask what other head cannons you have for YOI?

HI THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER AND IM SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG been pretty busy and my blog’s pretty much just running on queue :(((( IN ANY CASE THO:

There are times when Yuuri & Victor get unnaturally competitive with each other outside of the rink. Sometimes it’s about who gets to check off the most items off of the grocery list. Or about who Makkachin comes running to first when Yuuri and Victor are both holding a box of dog treats. Mostly it’s who can make the other come faster in bed tho lmao

The outgoing, giddy Victor we see in canon is only reserved for Yuuri and their closest friends (Yakov included). He’s friendly of course (a la “a commemorative photo? sure!”), but I’d like to think that people can’t help but be intimidated by him. He’s a god in figure skating after all

…so when people do get a glimpse of Living Legend Victor Nikiforov™ acting like a total dork around Yuuri everyone’s just shookedt af

This is a common headcanon, but I love the idea of Yuuri being the one to cook for them. He’s learned a lot of recipes from both cooking for the Onsen, and living in Detroit.

Victor  used to live on take out before Yuuri so he can’t cook for shit

……………………………………….but Yurio can

so sometimes Yurio comes over just so that he and Yuuri can bake n shit and he loves it but of course yuuri “cAN’T TELL A SOUL OR I WILL STAB YOU IN THE FACE now hand me the eggs”

Yurio actually goes to Victor and Yuuri for advice about Otabek, and the latter two actually tell him to wait a bit until he’s older because they are good & wise parents (albeit inappropriate in everything else)

When they’re older and Yurio & Otabek fight, Yuuri helps Yurio bake an apology cake for Otabek with a thumbs down emoji written in frosting saying “I don’t want to fight anymore :(”

Victor is a morning person but on weekends, it’s Yuuri who gets up first, and gives his Victor (who’s dead to the world) a peck on the cheek. Yuuri cooks them breakfast. Victor snakes his arms around Yuuri’s waist while’s making pancakes

They have a flatscreen in their bedroom. Once, when Yuuri has an anxiety attack, he asks Victor to leave the tv on while they sleep, and they just happened to have a Friends blu ray jammed in the player. And it sorta just becomes a regular thing after that, that they have Friends playing in the background on mute as some sort of night light? neither of them everreally think of bringing it up and it kinda just became one of their unspoken agreements

Victor is ticklish af and Yuuri thinks its the most adorable thing in the world and will use it against him in any possible way he can

I’m a slut for Tragic Backstory Victor Nikiforov so he’s estranged from his parents (or they’ve passed :\) but I’d like to think that Victor has a protective older brother named Vlad who is straight as a pole but will fite anyone for Victor including the russian government

Victor and Yuuri give each other foot rubs. Like all the damned time and there’s always a bottle of massage oil lying somewhere around the house.

everyone in the russian skate squad has had a crush on Yuuri Katsuki at one point in their lives but they never tell Victor this because they want to Fucking L i v e

[bouncyirwin]

A ship.. *look in my list* I know! Otayuri.

 Who said “I love you” first

Otabek. Let’s face it, Yurio would never breathe the L word unless he was hundred percent sure it’s reciprocated. Also, he runs away from mushy shit. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Otabek, but talking about his feelings makes him feel vulnerable. He did say it back when Otabek confessed though.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Both. They’re each other’s best friend, they have a picture of them together as matching backgrounds.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Yuri. And it’s always ‘meow’. Otabek just shakes his head.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Otabek. “Beka this is the fifth stuffed animal you get me this month, what are you trying to prove?” “My love.” “Get out.”

Who initiated the first kiss

Otabek. Okay but you seriously can’t expect him to resist Yuri. That boy looks like a freakin angel when he’s lost in thought and his face muscles lose all their tension. It’s amazing how different Yuri looks when he’s not angry. Besides, Otabek just wanted to see him blushing for once. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Otabek. Yuri is just not a morning person and there’s no changing it. “I’ve got morning breath stop.” “I don’t care.” “You’re gross.” 

Who starts tickle fights

Yuri. He get’s in an evil mood every once in a while. Otabek is ticklish, especially on the sides. Imagine Yuri’s shock when he discovered this. Serious, composed Otabek being reduced to quivering mess of laughter and tears at his fingertips.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Otabek. Yuri invades the bathroom nine times out of ten. He doesn’t give a shit. Otabek is a little more sensitive and prefers to be sure that Yuri doesn’t mind his presence. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Well, whoever finishes practice first (that is if they’re in the same country). 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Yuri. Frankly, he’s more nervous a certain couple (*ehm* Victuuri* ehm*)  will find out he’s on a date with Otabek than the actual date. But being with Otabek does give him butterflies anyway.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Otabek. Yuri shrieks whenever he sees one and topples over any piece of furniture to get away. Otabek is more put together even when they gross him out. But anything for Yuri who clings to him like he’s seen a ghost.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Yuri. Otabek could barely believe his ears when it happens. But apparently, all Yuri needs to stop being self-conscious is some alcohol. More shockingly, he becomes pretty touchy too. Otabek loves it. He never tells Yuri about it when sober in fear he’d stop.

(send me a ship, please!)

[intheticklecloset]

Tickling on Ice (Yuri on Ice)

Summary: After practicing his latest routine, Yuri finds himself out of breath for several different reasons.

A/N: HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, @dokidoki-muffin!! Since you left your wish pretty open-ended, I decided to take inspiration from this fabulous art and write a fic for it! You did tell us we were free to speculate, after all! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

And yes I'm aware this title is incredibly lame but it made me laugh and I couldn't be bothered to come up with something better so lame it shall stay lol

Word Count: 1,145

~~~

Yuri Plisetsky was gasping for air.

The performance was over; he’d held his final pose the required amount of time. He was done, and that meant he could finally breathe. This routine was by far the hardest he’d ever performed to date. It was spectacular, but it took a lot out of him.

He propped himself up on his elbows, the cold of the ice burning his skin. From across the rink, another figure glided over to join him.

For a moment Yuri forgot how out of breath he was. If anything, seeing Otabek Altin only took his breath away again. He could hardly believe he’d just done what he’d done – having his friend help him with his routine by first catching the pink jacket he discarded early on and then by ripping his glove off his hand with his teeth.

Yuri tried not to blush as he got to his feet.

“Well done,” Otabek congratulated, nodding his approval. “That was the smoothest practice yet.”

“I still have some things to work on,” Yuri replied, eyes darting to the fingerless gloves the taller man offered him. He took them and stuffed them in his back pocket.

“Yes, but you have time for that.” Otabek scanned him briefly. “Not too cold?”

“Please,” the Russian scoffed, though he was pretty certain he was incapable of feeling anything other than an intense warmth when standing so close to his friend. Yes, just a friend. “If a little ice is enough to make me shiver then I’m clearly in the wrong profession.”

The Kazakhstani smirked. “Hmm. I have to admit, I’m impressed with how bold this routine is, even for you.”

“Bold? You think this is…” Yuri’s comeback trailed off when Otabek got right up into his personal space. He forgot what words even were for a moment. “…bold?”

“Yes.”

“Y-You…you don’t have to bite the glove off if you don’t want to—”

“I do.” Otabek leaned down to touch their foreheads together, a clear invitation, a clear question. “That blush looks good on you, by the way.”

“Wha?” Yuri yelped when his feet were suddenly not holding him up anymore, his skates sliding across the ice when Otabek swept his own beneath them. The blonde frantically reached up to grab him for stability, and the next thing he knew he was being suspended in the air, kept aloft only by the darker man’s hands on his hips and Yuri’s fists clenched in his black leather jacket. “What – what are you doing?!”

“I would like to kiss you, Yuri,” Otabek murmured. “Please tell me I can.”

Yuri shivered, eyes wide, but he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Suddenly, having the Kazakhstani bite his glove off his hand no longer seemed like the boldest move they’d made recently. His kiss was gentle but passionate, making Yuri see stars behind his eyes, and he didn’t protest in the slightest when he realized he was being pushed back down onto the ice, the cold against his bare back contrasting sharply with the warmth of the man above him.

Okay, so maybe he was more than just a friend. And maybe Yuri was completely fine with that.

Hands began to wander, Otabek’s fingers brushing gently over skin as he slipped under his shirt, and Yuri shivered again, inhaling sharply, tensing up.

Otabek broke their connection and met his eyes, a playful sparkle in them that made the blonde nervous. “Oh?”

“No,” Yuri said immediately, but it was useless. Fingernails scraped gently against his sides, making him squirm. “No, don’t do that!”

“Are you ticklish?”

“I’m – no! Nonono! I mean—” He tried again. “Please don’t, I’m…I’m really t-tihiheahahahahaha! Wahahahahait!”

Otabek chuckled, scribbling all over his lower torso, and Yuri squeaked and squirmed and tried to push him away, but it was all for naught. The older man was also much, much stronger, and the Russian felt a chill shoot through him from more than just the ice when he realized how stuck he was like this.

“Plehehease, I’m really tihihihihicklish! Dohohohohohon’t! Otahahahahahaha!”

In a sudden flurry of movement, Otabek pushed Yuri’s hands above his head, pinning one with his left arm and maneuvering the other into his left hand, freeing up his right to wiggle under the smaller man’s shirt and tickle freely. Yuri jerked beneath him, still stubbornly holding back his laughter despite how red he was getting from the effort.

The Kazakhstani carefully lifted his leg to half-straddle the blonde, pinning his hips in place, and that was when the dam finally broke.

“Plehehehehehehease! Ahahahahahaha nohohohohohohoooo! Otahahahahahaha!” Yuri giggled helplessly, blushing furiously under the other man’s kind, intense gaze. “Dohohohohon’t! Lehehehehet me up! Dohohohohon’t tickle – EEEK!! Nononono not thehehehere, not there!”

“No?” Otabek teased, dragging his fingers up and down the grooves of his ribcage like he was playing a xylophone. “Not your ribs?”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Yuri pleaded as he tossed his head back and burst into shrieking laughter, trying desperately to move any part of his body, bring his arm down, anything. None of it did any good, though, and that only made it tickle worse. “NAHAHAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEASE, BEHEHEHEHEHEKA!!”

For a moment the darker man slowed to a stop, allowing Yuri to gasp for breath a second time that day, and their eyes met for a long, quiet, intimate moment.

“Beka?” Otabek murmured.

Yuri’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to call him that; in his ticklish haze he hadn’t been thinking clearly and it just slipped out. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Say it again.”

“W-What?”

Otabek began tracing his ribs with his fingers. “Call me that again.”

“Eeep! Okahahay, okay! Beheheheheka!” Yuri squealed, giggles spilling out of him uncontrollably at the gentle touch.

“I like that,” the Kazakhstani said in a near whisper, leaning down to kiss him again, still tickling softly.

Yuri whined, still snickering at the light, teasing touches along his body. Between the playful tickling and the way Otabek was looming over him and pinning him down, the blonde was suddenly beginning to feel all kinds of different ways about the turn this skating practice had taken.

“All right,” Otabek said after another minute, slowing his teasing fingers to a stop and beginning to sit up, releasing Yuri’s arms as he did so. “You’re going to freeze if you keep lying here—”

“Wait,” Yuri protested breathlessly, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep him from moving away, tugging him back down on top of him. He swallowed nervously, blushing and averting his eyes as he muttered, “You can keep going.”

“Oh yeah?” Otabek chuckled again, bracing himself with his arms on either side of Yuri, one hand moving back down to scratch at his belly and sides. Yuri broke into another round of giggles, and the taller man crushed their lips together once more.

Yuri Plisetsky was gasping for air again before he knew it.

[ticklygiggles]

Twister | OtaYuri

A/N: i forgot from what number list that prompt was, so I’ll be using Ginny’s prompts. I hope you don’t mind too much anon! I’m sorry it took forever, I hope you enjoy it! Twister is too cliche, I know, but I just thought it was hella cute? So I couldn’t help myself! I hope you like it

I’m doing this on my phone, so probably the image looks different in your computer, I’m not sure but I’m sorry about it!

25. “Don’t touch me” | Otabek Altin / Plisetsky Yuri

Summary: Otabek doesn’t want to say Yuri is a cheater… but he’s a cheater.

Words: 1, 249 (under the cut)

“Don’t touch me”, Otabek hisses through his gripped teeth as he tries to reach the green circle with his left hand.

“Why would I?”, Yuri answers and Otabek can hear the smirk stretching his lips as his fingertips finally touch the damn circle. “Nice. It’s my turn now”.

Yuri is currently placed right on top of Otabek. He’s in a rather comfortable position: his hands placed on the two inner-lines, his arms almost wrapping Otabek’s torso, and his feet on the outer ones.

“Okay right hand yellow. It’s already there though, what should I do?”

“Just put it in a different circle”

Otabek, in the other hand, just ended in the most uncomfortable and random position ever: he has his back bent backwards, both feet barely holding his weight on the yellow line, and his right and left hand in the red and green ones, respectively.

They’ve been playing for more than an hour and any of them would fail a single turn. They’re athletes, after all, and their flexibility helped them a lot in this game. However, Otabek knows Yuri better than the palm of his hand, and he can see in those gorgeous green eyes that he’s planning something to make Otabek lose.

He wants, really wants to belive that he’s not going to do what he thinks Yuri is going to do, but this is the fourth time in a row that Yuri’s hand brushes against the exposed skin of his side, making him jolt and bite his lower lip.

“Ah, sorry Beka”, Yuri whispers looking down at Otabek’s face and by the look on his eyes, he knows he’s not sorry at all. “Okay so it’s your turn and it says…” he spins the arrow as best as he can. “Right hand blue”.

Otabek whines and he moves his right hand in to the blue line, his muscles burn as he tries to balance his weight on his other hand as he changes spot. “Okay, there”

Yuri nods and he spins the arrow again. “Oh, right hand yellow”

“Again?” Otabek asks, looking at Yuri, the latter just nods and smirk. For God’s sake he smirks and Otabek knows he’s screwed.

Yuri is shameless, he deliberately raises his hand as if he wants to place it in other circle, but instead, he cups Otabek’s left hipbone and squeezes in three times.

“Yura!”, Otabek barks out a loud laugh, his body twisting to the right, making him almost lose his balance. “Yuhuhuhuri!”, Otabek laughs, his cheeks turning pink as he tips his head back. “Yuri that’s cheating!”

“Oh no, Otabek!”, Yuri answers, finally placing his hand where it belongs, but Otabek keeps giggling softly. “I’m sorry! I was going to fall!”, Otabek blushes hearing his lover’s fake-regretful-voice, but he just lets out a soft hum, not wanting to provoke his tiny boyfriend into something else. “Fine, it’s your turn, it says… left hand blue”

Otabek whines again as he quickly changes spots, sighing in relief when he manages to keep himself in place. Yuri just clears his throat, ready to say the next instruction.

“Okay my turn. It says… Both hands on Otabek’s hips”

“Wha- no! Wait!”, Yuri uses both hands to impulse himself up a little, quickly placing them on Otabek’s hipbones as his legs move fowards, jumping as a frog until he’s sat on Otabek’s thighs.

His weight and the sudden pinches he’s doing on Otabek’s hips are enough to finally make him fall on his back. His hands quickly reaching down to Yuri’s hands as he tries to squirm away.

“Yuri please! Plehehease not thehere!”, Otabek throws his head back, his hips twisting and circling trying to dislog Yuri’s hands away from his sensitive hipbones.

“I’m sorry Otabek! That’s what the little board said!”, Yuri teases and he giggles when Otabek lets out a shriek as Yuri massages circles in his sharp bones with his thumbs. “It’s your turn, though. It says right hand red”, Otabek is laughing hysterically, his feet kicking behind Yuri. “Oh you can’t?”

“Of course I cahahan’t you-

"Okay, my turn then”, Yuri declares, not stopping his playful assault one bit. His nimble fingers moving and touching the very nice spot on Otabek’s hips that had him arching his back in a very painful looking way as his laughter increased even more. “It says… Right hand Otabek’s highest ribs, left hand stays in Otabek’s hip because he’s the most ticklish there”

Otabek shrieks with laughter as a new wave of ticklish sparks attack his protruding ribs and inbetweem them. “For God’s sahahahake!”, Otabek begs, his hands still trying to catch Yuri’s. “Yurahaha please! I cahahan’t stand it!”, a tear finally falls out fron Otabek’s eye as a snort burns his nostrils.

“Oh my, did you just snort, Otabek?”, Otabek shakes his head, snorting again. “I can’t stop, though, Beka! The game says so!”

Otabek shakes his head again, he feels his whole body vibrating with tickles. And soon enough not only his hip and ribs are feeling ticklish but also his belly and neck and he can’t help but scrunch up his nose due to the maddening sensation.

“And you don’t do what I tell you to do!, Yuri continues. "I told you to put your hand in the red and you didn’t! At this rate you’ll end up losing the game!”

“Yurahaha!”, Otabek didn’t know he had all this laughter inside him, but when he thinks he’s going to finally shut up more laughter keeps bubbling out of his very core.

Especially right now that Yuri spinned the arrow again and it landed in ‘left and right hand on both Otabek’s underarms’. Otabek bounced and squirmed and flinched and twitched trying to escape, but Yuri was attacking him nice and right where it tickled.

“You win!”, Otabek wheezes. “Mehehercy! You wihihin! You win Yurahaha!”, those are Otabek’s last words as yet another snort burns his nose and his laughter finally give in, his body shaking silently.

“Oh my, Otabek! That’s very nice of you?”, Yuri laughs and he finally stops. “I’m glad finally someone won this game! I was getting tired!”

Yuri smiled warmly at a still giggling Otabek, the latter covered his eyes with his arm when his laughter came back and the other arm wrapped itself on his sore belly.

Yuri can’t help himself, though and he places a few pokes on Otabek’s belly, making him squeak and giggle cutely.

“No more! No mohohore, please!”, Yuri laughs and he really stops now, he uncovers Otabek’s face and leans down to press their foreheads together. Otabek’s forehead is a little bit sweaty, but that’s okay for Yuri.

“I’m sorry, Beka. I may did cheat a little bit”, Yuri winks and Otabek chuckles, still out of breath.

“A little you say?”, Yuri shrugs his shouldes and leaves a quick kiss on Otabek’s lips before lifting up again. “You had fun didn’t you?”

“I though I was going to die! You just tortured me!”, Yuri rolls his eyes and Otabek feels his cheeks burning a little. “I’ll keep in mind that I’ll never play twister with you anymore”

Yuri giggles. “I’m sorry, Altin~ I’ll not do it again… today”

Otabek whines, but a shy smile is forming on his lips and he feels just slightly, slightly disappointed by that affirmation. And maybe he’s just slightly, slightly happy that everything ended this way.

“No, no! Nohoho I said I’m sohohorry!”

He can always have his revenge, of course.

[callmetrassh-blog]

I crave for older!Yuri with long flowing hair that reaches his back, always having it in fishtail braids or detailed buns and ponytails. And then older!Otabek with stubble because maybe he didnt wake up on time that day to shave but Yuri doesn't mind and will just walk up to his bf and rub his his jawline with his hands, teasing him playfully because their relationship is just them teasing each other come on now. And Otabek, to get back at him, just wraps his arms around his waist, starts pulling him closer and acting like he is gonna kiss him, but instead goes on to press his face into the crook of Yuri's neck and rubbing his stubble against his very ticklish neck. All Yuri can do is squeal and hit Otabek's chest as he laughs uncontrollably. And Otabek just keep tickling him until Yuri grabs his face and pulls his head away to pull him into a kiss, effectively getting him to stop. And then they just kiss in the middle of the living room like dorks because yes. And imagine Yuri' hair routine for night time. He probably has to brush his hair forever to make sure there are no tangles and then put it in a perfect braid so he can wake up to those flawless waves he loves. Sometimes he is too tired and will go up to Otabek with a brush and hair ties and ask so sweetly, "Beka, please?" And Otabek will give any reason to play with that soft hair so you know he is in. He starts carefully brushing his hair, taking time with any tangles and running his hands through the ends whenever he could. After he was done with the braid, he looked down at Yuri who was sitting on the floor in front of the bed and see he fell asleep while doing his hair. You will never see a softer smile from Otabek than at that moment as he leans down to lift his kitten up into his arms and lay him in their bed, tucking him in and going to his side of the bed to get in and almost immeadatly wrap his arms around Yuri's body to pull him close, easily falling asleep that way.

[kittycat-plisetsky]

God, I bet you when Yuri and Otabek become fully comfortable around each other their time together consists of sprawling out on the bed/couch while totally wrapped up in each other, occasional tickle battles (Otabek is surprisingly ticklish and has even flung Yuri from the bed once), video game competitions (even though Yuri is pretty bad and loses nearly each time), and conversations packed with love-filled insults.

[ainitsuite-agape]

For the YOI couple ask: LeoJi and OtaYuri pls

(And for @namelessforests who asked Otabek and Yuri as well...)

OTAYURI (aww my faves!

Who said “I love you” first

Yuri. I feel like Otabek waited sooo long to become friend with Yuri that hewould be content even if they would stay friends forever. But Yuri will get to the point where he can't hide his feelings anymore, and we know he's not a patient guy so..

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Both of them, even before they became "a thing". I guess they would have a picture of the two of them together as friends :)

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Otabek. And when Yuri finds them he can't help but smile at how sap his boyfriend is :3

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Yuri. Like super tacky Russian fashion things that Otabek would never wear XD

Who initiated the first kiss

Yuri. for the same reason of the first reply :P

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Otabek. Yuri is not a morning person and he hates everyone in the morning. Everyone except Otabek.

Who starts tickle fights

Yuri. And when he hears the wonderful sound of Otabek laugh and sees his wide smile, he can't help himself and attack his bf sides on every given occasion.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Otabek. Because Yuri wouldn't care to ask before joining in :P

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Uhm. Since they live in different countries it's a bit tough, and when they will live together I guess they will train together so this leaves little space for lunch surprises :P

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

If it happened in St Petersburg: Yuri. So many assholes around who can spot (and ruin) their date!

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Yuri. It would be fun to discover that Otabek is afraid of spiders and all insects in general. Imagine the look on Yuri's face when he would find out. "Really?" "Really."

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Yuri. I can see him shouting that he loves Otabek and be ready to fight anyone who argue with him XD

LEOJI under the cut :)

LEOJI (cuties!

Who said “I love you” first

Leo, after playing the guitar and singing a super sweet love song to Ji.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Both of them, even before they became "a thing". I guess they would have a picture of the two of them together as friends :)

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Ji. He would scribble them in Chinese ideograms, thinking that Leo would never see them. But Leo eventually will see them and will ask Ji what he wrote. Ji would blush and not reply. And then Leo would surprise him by trying to decipher them and getting very close to the meaning :P 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Leo would probably buy all the sorts of trashy stuff for Ji XD

Who initiated the first kiss

Ji. After Leo’s confession

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Leo would probably kiss Ji awake and treat him with breakfast in bed. 

Who starts tickle fights

Ji. Leo is very ticklish so Ji always win the fight! 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Ji. After discovering that his feeling are reciprocated he will become more bold. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Uhm. Since they live in different countries it's a bit tough, and when they will live together I guess they will train together so this leaves little space for lunch surprises :P

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

I feel like both of them would be a bit nervous and shy :3

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Ji. He’s not afraid of anything! I would kill even people for Leo so spiders?! TZK.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Leo. He would sing cheeky love songs while drunk replacing the names in the songs with Ji XD

Thank you for asking!!

[whitesilverandmercury]

helloooo! c: i'm here with a fic prompt: otayuri, tattoo parlour AU where one of them (you can choose!) is getting a tattoo for the first time. you can do whatever you want with that. PS: DON'T CALL YOUR WRITING SHIT OK YOU ARE SO SO WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT?? AND YOU?? so much. too much. you're rad, okay. take care of yourself and take your time. ♥♥♥ have a wonderful day!

fic prompts ☆ fuck me up here

disclaimers: don’towna/n: ahhh omgthis is such a cute idea and as soon as i read it i was like yessss ok let’s do this.also, you’re too sweet, and thank you for yelling at me bc sometimes it justneeds to happen, thank friend

59°N, 30° E.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You changed your mind at the last minute. I thought you wanted a Rosa … uh.”

“Rosecrucian.”

“Rosecrucian sun and moon on the top of your foot.”

“Yes, and I’m getting that one next time.”

“Remember this is permanent — ”

“Beka,” Yurii snaps, and Otabek does not rear back but he pauses, cutting Yurii a glance without lifting his head as he finds his favorite grip on his tattoo gun.

He sits comfortably on his artist’s stool to the right of the leather-cushioned table,feet planted wide apart, holes in the knees of his jeans and holes in hisshirt, the openings of his sleeves slit down past his ribs. A few of his owntattoos peek through, dance across firm, flickering muscle and tan skin.Deadpan, almost sarcastically, he gives his station’s footswitch a little pressof the toe, the gun buzzes as if to reply, Yes?

“I know it’s permanent,” Yurii says, lying on his back withlegs drawn up and heels planted on the edge of the table. He wiggles hisfingers, right arm outstretched on the adjustable rest, cool air ticklish onthe spot where the stencil’s been peeled off — the inner forearm, just belowthe bend of his elbow, sweet soft skin, shaved and sterilized.  

Otabek frowns at the arrangement of inks on his tray. “Yourcousin is going to hate me for this.”

“He already hates you.”

Otabek’s eyes flicker up, dark and penetrative in a hoveringsort of way. “Ah, chto-chto?” hemumbles, brows dimpling gently as if he forces them not to knit together forappearances’ sake. “Nu, pochemu?” Comeagain? Why?

Yurii hides a tiny smile behind his free hand, where he runshis thumbnail along the ridge of his teeth anxiously. He loves it when Otabekslips into Russian, usually when surprised, when frustrated, when excited, whenhe is being particularly romantic. It’s kneejerk; he hasn’t been in the U.S. aslong as Yurii. It keeps Yurii on his toes, keeps him sharp. Makes him blush.Feels pleasantly sneaky, no one knows what they say and no one gets to know what they say — exceptprobably Georgi, one of the other artists in the shop — and of course Victor,at home, but he only sometimes forgets not to rattle off in Russian when his fiancéis around — or, well, if he’s scolding Yurii —

“Potomu chto,” Yuriimumbles against his knuckles. Because.Otabek snaps his tongue against the back of his teeth; he recognizes the impishglow on Yurii’s face.

“Because we’re involved?” he mutters below a sigh, dippingink and scooting closer with a rattle of the wheels on his rolling stool.

“‘Dating’ is a cuter word than ‘involved.’”

“Do I look like I enjoy cute words?” Otabek leans in, onehand stretched in a firm L to holdsoft skin flat and even as he takes the needle to stencil. Yurii chokes back agasp not from the pain — not really — but from surprise. He clenches his otherfist so as not to move suddenly, instinct begging he give Otabek a pointed look.

“No warning?” he grunts.

“Oye, I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine,” Yurii says through a tight sigh. He needs torelax; his arm is already tingling from holding it so stiff with anticipation.But it’s probably for the better, like getting a shot at the doctor’s. Nowarning, get it done with. And the skin is sensitive, defenseless unlike driver’stans or hard-working palms, feels like a million little flu shots stabbing overand over, and over again. Not too bad, but the needle’s got a definite nip —

“Breathe,” Otabek murmurs without even looking up, his headlow and that one dark tuft of hair falling almost across one brow. Broadshoulders hunched, mouth in the thin line of concentration. Breathe, he says, and Yurii blushesbecause this has happened before. Not the tattoo — no, it’s his first — butOtabek, hovering over him, beside him, whispering Breathe because he knows Yurii is denying a discomfort just un-mildenough to be distracting, a needle pulsing at his skin or the first time theyhad real sex —

Yurii clears his throat. “I’m okay,” he promises.  

There are a few minutes as silence as he lets himself getaccustomed to the feel. “Stop tapping your foot,” Otabek mumbles. Yurii stops. “Stopmaking a fist, relax your arm,” Otabek grunts next. Yurii obeys. He lets out aslow breath and goes back to the conversation from earlier that is not yetover:

“You look like the type of guy who pretends he doesn’t enjoycute words but secretly enjoys cute words.”

Otabek casts him a quick look of submission at odds with thefirm frown on his face. It is his version of pouting.

Yurii smiles a little, a gentle laugh with no sound. “I’mkidding,” he reassures. His fingers are starting to tingle, out there at theend of the armrest. “Victor doesn’t hate you. He just likes to play mama bearsometimes.”

Otabek issues a friendly little scoff as he dips his needlein black ink; the sound comes out something more like a dissatisfied grunt.

“Also,” Yurii says, “I hate being up late at night andoverhearing him and Yuuri have sex, so I think he owes me.”

“Oh my God … ” Otabek sighs again, exasperated, but theghost of a smile haunts his mouth.

The shop is noisy but not loud; up front, the door opens andcloses with a gentle ringing of chimes now and again. Laughter echoes from apartitioned work station off to the left. To the right, one of the artists — JJ— is on the phone with his girlfriend. Georgi preps for a girl in a yellowsundress getting something on her ankle. Under the cool, dim lights of theshop, the walls dance with in-house sketches and paintings, little posters forlocal new age stores, book exchanges, music venues. Weird wall hangings likecherubs or gargoyles that look like they belong more in a French boudoir or aVenetian palazzo sit right next to things like a vintage drive-in sci-fi movie.The cute little receptionist with the snaggle tooth and two-toned hair singsalong to the music —

“So you hear them doing it, hmm?”

Yurii’s arm is going numb for the pressure of Otabek’s handsand the restriction of blood flow, stretched out to the side as it is. Thepinpricks in his hand almost match the pinpricks of the tattoo itself. He sendsOtabek a little glance. It’s been a good twenty minutes or more, and back onthat topic? Otabek does not usually talk while he works. Yurii knows; he’s hungaround during enough of his shifts to know that. “Not all the time. Once ortwice.”

“So next time I come over, we should be very loud, then,huh?”

Yurii chokes on a breath that was meant to be a laugh or ascoff or something in between. Below his free arm, thrown across his forehead,he shoots Otabek a look; Otabek peers back at him from his seat to the left ofthe table, unbothered. He’s not even playing off Yurii’s mischievous side. Heis absolutely serious.

With a stutter of the heart that Yurii knows means he’sgoing to be blushing in a breath or two, he gives a roll of the eyes andgrumbles, “They couldn’t handle it.”

“Says the tiger who becomes a mewling kitten when he hitsthe sheets.”  

“Holy shi — Beka, tikho,oh my God — ”

Otabek chuckles, leaning back with a creak of his rollingchair. Gently, he swipes away the last bit of blood and ink. “Done,” hedeclares. “I’m going to put a clear wrap on it, and in a few hours … ”

“I know, Otabek. I’ve seen you do it a million times. I stillhave your Bacitracin in the bathroom.”  

Squeak of clear bandaging, rip of tape. Yurii sits up on oneelbow to look, nervous but excited, and so very ready to move his arm and getblood flowing again.

Simple and clean at the top of his inner forearm, neat, unassumingand crisp: 59° 57’ N, 30°18’ E.

“Not so bad?” Otabek asks, meaning the pain. “Eh, it’s asmall one. Just black lines, really.” He pauses, frowning at the fresh tattoo.Fine, minimalistic line of numbers. 59°57’ N, 30° 18’ E. He raises his browsslowly. “Chto znachat nomery?”

What do the numbers mean?

“Gde my poznakomilic’s drug drugom.”

It’s where we first met each other.

Otabek gives him a funny look, scrunch of the nose andflicker of dark eyes. “Ne ponimayu,”he grunts. Don’t understand.

Yurii frowns, face heating faintly. Maybe he said it wrong.“V Peterburge,” he says, and now hereally does blush as Otabek takes him by the wrist to turn his arm gently toand fro, examining the numbers. “They’re coordinates. Longitude and latitudefor St. Petersburg. Where we met.”

Otabek’s dark eyes swerve up to find his again, wide andintent, and somehow slightly vulnerable as if he does not know what to think orsay.

“You’re kidding,” he mutters, low, below his breath. He isbristled, his blue latex gloves still on, fingertips dusted in black like thecrumpled up paper towel on his tray. He just sits there, slouched forward onhis leather-seated stool, elbows on his knees — is he blushing, too? Yurii can’ttell. It’s always so hard to tell. He thinks he can figure it out, though, whenOtabek gets flustered enough to get that sweet, lovely pinch to his face, thatdefenseless light in his eyes. Finally, he clears his throat, leans backand begins peeling off his gloves. “I cannot believe you just suckered me intodoing a sappy tattoo like that.”

Yurii lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.He swings up and around to sit, carefully, letting his sore arm rest along onethigh. The place where the needle had been burns in a weird, buzzing way, ghostof the sensation and tender skin. “Yeah, well, I’m sorry I ruined your edgystyle with something so cheesy — ”  

Otabek reaches out and grabs the edge of the tattoo table,dragging himself forward on the rolling stool until he is between Yurii’s knees,looking up at him from below.

“I didn’t say cheesy,” he husks, and God, Yurii is so weakfor that look he’s giving him — the look that as rule of thumb always precedes … well, at the least a good make-out. He blushes, furiously, and struggles tohide it, but the meaning cuts deeper into him, burrows its way into his heartfor good. There is already something to Otabek giving him his first tattoo —maybe not kosher by artist superstitions, but —

Otabek cranes up for a kiss; Yurii is startled back intofocus but hurries to meet him halfway, bounce of the ponytail at the top of hislittle blond halfback, creak of the rolling stool as Otabek leans in. Quick,harmless, brush of tongue, subtle graze of teeth. Yup. Rule of thumb.

“You like it?” Otabek whispers in Russian, once his mouth isno longer busy, though he still leans forth against the table, head cocked backto look up at Yurii as Yurii leans down to bump his forehead with his nose likea lazy cat looking for attention.

“Da,” Yuriiwhispers back, “I really love it.”

Otabek smiles, because he is the type of guy who pretends hedoesn’t like cute things when in reality he loves cute things. And it’s not just the tattoo he means, it’s a jobwell done with the ink and it’s the meaning of the numbers and it’s the wayYurii does that little grin with his tongue between his teeth, running hisfingers through Otabek’s hair — it’s all of that, he means all of that as hesays, “Good. I like it, too.”

end.