#ticklish!shu

[lovelynim]

Ohhh it was actually someone from Twitter I can show the user

(Sorry idk how to link)

Ahhh, I see

Thanks, I could find it and link it properly now, heheh ~

And gosh, it looks so good, look at Shu's face wahhh

[ticklygiggles]

Cheerful people | Iura Shu & Yanagi Akane

A/N: Last commision from @wertzunge! Thank you so much for your kind, kind support, Max! As always, I had a lot of fun writing your fics and I hope you enjoyed them too! Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you enjoy this fic and that you don't find them too ooc!

Summary: Iura invited his friends to a studying session that day, but why is Yanagi the only one there? While they wait for the others to arrived, they'll spend their time bonding!

This is totally platonic, but idk why everything I write seems romantic to me??? sjns

Gentle, polite, and mild-mannered boy, even while struggling with math problems and english literature, Yanagi Akane looked simply perfect, too handsome and breathtaking - and Iura couldn't help but want to mess with him, even though that way of thinking also made him feel a little bad... and kinda like some kind of molester.

It hasn’t been long since they started to be friends ‘officially’, and even though Yanagi still felt a little reluctant to call Iura by his given name, Iura couldn’t deny they have done some improvement and gotten closer to each other. He was well aware he could be a handful sometimes, but Yanagi seemed to accept him even with that very characteristic trade of his, and he even looked like he enjoyed being around Iura. 

Or at least he liked to think so. They had been alone inside Iura’s room, studying for upcoming exams and, even though very focused on his studies, Yanagi didn’t seem to hate Iura’s company… Yet again, he was very good at hiding his real emotions and feelings, so could it be…?

A soft chuckle made Iura look up with a confused expression, his head tilting to the side like a curious bird when he found Yanagi hiding his mouth behind his hand, smiling humorously.

"You look a little constipated right now, Iura-kun, is everything alright?"

“Consti-!” Iura sighed, smiling awkwardly. “N-Now, I’m serious for once and you say I look constipated? So mean, Yanagi-kun,” he said, pouting for extra drama, and he was glad to see Yanagi chuckling again, shaking his head a little. “I just thought you looked a little funny. Could it be that you’re bored?”

It was a simple question: yes or no, but Iura sensed there was something behind that question, a second meaning. To him it sounded more like ‘could it be that you’re bored because I'm here with you?’, something like that, and of course that wasn't the case at all, on the contrary, wasn’t Iura just thinking about wanting to mess with Akane? Geez, he really sounded like a molester!

Iura whined, pressing his cheek against the cold wooden surface of the little table in his room. “Of course I’m bored. Don’t you get bored when you study?”

“Oh.” He was relieved, Iura could tell and he smiled, looking up at Yanagi expecting an answer. The other boy jumped a little and his cheeks tinted a bit pink.”A-Ah, of course I do… get bored, but it is something that we have to do, don’t you think?” He hummed, tapping his pencil against his open book. “I wonder when the others will arrive.”

Iura never thought he’d have his group of friends coming over to his house to study, but there he was expecting everyone with bags of chips and fresh beverages, however, Yanagi was the only one to arrive at their set time and he was not surprised at all. As soon as Yanagi excused himself and set foot inside Iura’s room, he started to study like a mad man, going through pages and pages of equations and English poems that had Iura’s head spinning. It was a little hot and Iura certainly didn’t feel like studying at the moment, couldn’t Yanagi and him bond a little before the rest arrived? 

He stole a glance to Yanagi and found him with his nose buried into his book again and Iura couldn’t help but whine again, his legs kicking a little under the table, throwing a little tantrum like a kid. Yanagi looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“What is wrong, Iura-kun?”

“Stop studying! Let’s have some fun while we wait for the rest! We’ll do plenty of study when they arrive!”

Iura pouted and Yanagi blinked a couple of times, looking down at his book, then at Iura, his book once again and then at Iura one more time before he spoke again.

“But… we can at least do homework, right? So we don’t have to do it la-

“No! That’s boring! We’ll do it later!”

Oh, his expression was so funny! Iura wanted to burst into laughter. Yanagi didn’t have any idea what to do or say! Iura couldn’t help but want to tease him some more, but what was Yanagi’s limit? He wouldn’t like to overstep it and make him feel bad in any way, not when he was finally opening up and being his true self around others. Besides, Iura was just playing around, he could easily put himself to study as well, but where was the fun in that? 

“I-Iura-kun… listen, I am not against waiting for the others to study,” he said, trying to reason with Iura, “but if we do at least our homework, we’ll have more time to have fun, don’t you think?”

He sounded just like a parent, oh goodness, Iura really wanted to laugh! A parent trying to convince their little kid to stop throwing a tantrum over a candy in a store. Yanagi was hilarious! Maybe Iura could push this a little more?

He chuckled a little, “I think you need a little convincing, Yanagi-kun.”

“C-Convincement?”

“Yes! Maybe I should force you to stop studying and do homework?” Iura hummed in thought, tapping his chin with one of his fingers. “Ah! Maybe I could tickle you? That way you would definitely stop that pencil of yours!”

“T-Tickle me?!”

This time Iura couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Yanagi’s expression was one of pure horror, his cheeks turning pinker as he started to sweat a little. 

Iura smirked, “oh? Are you very ticklish, Yanagi-kun?”

Yanagi gasped when Iura moved forward over the table to reach for him and before Iura could react, the other boy had sprung up on his feet and quickly moved away from his spot. Iura blinked and he looked at Yanagi, who had his hands raised in some kind of shield as his torso arched backwards. Iura blinked and as he looked up, he laughed and also stood on his own feet, his hands also raised, showing all ten fingers wiggling viciously. 

“Oh, Yanagi-kun, you are very ticklish!” Iura said, taking a single step forward that made Yanagi take two back and away from him. “You shouldn’t have let me know!”

“I- I didn’t say anything! I’m just- I’m n-not ticklish! You just- ah! No, wait!”

And so, the chasing started and the two of them staggered every three steps, almost falling on top of the table or the bed. Iura was giggling like a kid and Yanagi let out little squeaks every time he felt the brush of a hand against his back, almost catching him.

“I-Iuhura-kun!”

Iura gasped, “are you giggling already, Yanagi-kun? Oh, you’ll be dead when I get my hands on you!”

Yanagi squeaked again, “y-you sohound like a peherv!" 

“What?! Oh, now you’ll see- ah, wait, careful!” Iura wasn’t sure how, but Yanagi was suddenly slipping with God-knows-what and falling face first, thankfully, over the bed. Iura’s heart stopped for a second before he gasped and hurriedly neared the bed, placing a hand against Yanagi’s back. “Goodness, Yanagi-kun, are you alright?!”

“Y-Yes,” he said, a little breathless and with his cheeks pink. “That was scary, I thought- ah! N-no, nohohoho! Ahahahaha!”

“Aha!” After making sure he was alright, Iura had slowly darted his hands towards Yanagi’s sides, and in a single breath, he latched them to Yanagi’s body and started to squeeze, sending the boy into a fit of giggles as he squirmed on the bed. “Oh no, Yanagi-kun was distracted!” Iura taunted, giggling to himself. 

Yanagi flushed to the tip of his ears and he tried to get himself up, but everytime he pulled his arms away from his sides, Iura would speed up his attack and the poor boy would collapse on the bed again, pressing his arms to his sides and giggling brightly. 

Iura found all of this hilarious, seeing someone like Yanagi, as perfect as he always was, giggling and squirming around like this, was something only cool people like himself could see. He giggled and laughed at Yanagi’s reactions, Iura’s fingers squeezing at his waist, earning high-pitched giggles, then he clawed at his ribs, making Yanagi shriek as his giggles turned into cackles, and let's not even talk about how he reacted when Iura's fingers went up to the hollows of Yanagi’s armpits! Iura thought this was imagining all of this, but he certainly wasn't.

“AHAHAHA! Iuhuhurahaha-kuhuhun!” Yanagi laughed, trying to catch Iura’s hands now squeezing those muscles above his hips. “Thihis is unfahahair!”

“Well, I did tell you I was going to do it, didn’t I?” Iura said, laughing when Yanagi let out a desperate laugh as Iura vibrated his fingers against his hip bones. “How can you go around being this ticklish, Yanagi-kun?”

“I’m nohohot thihihis tihihicklish! Yohohu’re juhuhust- plehehease!”

“Ouch!” Iura whined when a heel suddenly connected with the middle of his spine. “Now now, Yanagi-kun, are you trying to hurt me?”

“N-Nohoho! Thihis is juhuhust a n-nahatural… r-reflex and- what, what are you do- NO! NAHAT THEHERE!” 

Iura couldn’t help but throw his head back with a laugh when Yanagi let out an honest-to-God shriek when he felt nimble fingers skittering across one of his soles; going all the way under his sensitive toes and then going after his heel. Blunt nails scratching at the ball of his foot and then at his arch. Yanagi’s laughter had finally turned hysteric, he desperately pulled at his foot, but Iura had caught it in an ankle lock that prevented him from escaping, no matter how hard he tried. 

“Oh, wow, did I find the spot, Yanagi-kun?” He teased, but wasn’t sure if Yanagi actually heard him, laughing as hard as he was, he could probably only hear himself. “Is this spot really bad?” He tried again, a little louder this time and he chuckled when Yanagi shrieked out a ‘yes’.

“IHIHIT IHIHIS! Plehehease, Iuhuhura-kuhuhun!” Yanagi laughed, kicking his free leg. “I’ll dihihihie!”

“Oh, you won’t,” Iura said, rolling his eyes with a big smile. “It’s just tickling, it’s not even that bad, is it?”

“IIHIHIT IHIHIS!” Yanagi said, curling his toes to stop Iura’s fingers from going under them. “I’m tihihicklish thehehere! Plehehease, stahahap!”

Iura laughed. “Ah! You’re finally asking me to stop! That is my clue then, hehe.”

With a last wiggle of his fingers under Yanagi’s toes, Iura finally stopped, letting go of the captive foot and laying on the bed beside Yanagi. The poor laughing boy was trying to catch his breath as residual tingles against his foot still had him giggling quietly. The sound was making Iura smile and he couldn’t help but break into laughter himself, making Yanagi laugh too, this time not from the tickling. 

After a moment, they stopped, giggling and grinning at each other. 

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Iura asked with a bright smile and sparkling eyes. 

Yanagi looked at him and he chuckled. “Yes. It was fun, Iura-kun.”

Iura nodded and he got up in one jump, lending his hand to Yanagi. “Well, I think the others will be here soon, so why don’t we- ack!”

Iura gasped when he found himself back on his bed, Yanagi grinning at him, making him feel somehow, nervous. 

“What’s the matter, Yanagi-k-kuhuhun?! Nohoho! Nohohot mehehehe!” Iura giggled when he felt Yanagi’s fingers wiggling against his sides, tickling him. 

“Oh, Shu-kun, I think we can still play while the others get here, don’t you think?” Yanagi teased, easily following Iura’s body as he squirmed. “Let’s keep having fun!”

Iura gasped, trying to catch Yanagi's hands, "how- hohohow did yohohuhu cahahalled mehehe- hohohold on! You sahahaid my nahaha- Ah! Nohohot thehehere!”

Yanagi had used his given name! Iura couldn't enjoy the moment as much as he wanted to, because Yanagi had found that particularly sensitive spot near his ribs and he was cackling like crazy. Oh, the others will get very jelous when Iura tell them about it... but perhaps, he could keep it in secret until Yanagi said his name again.

Ah, bonding with friends was the best! Even if that mean being tickled to hysterics, not that Iura minded anyway!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

luxiem and noisy sex

hey guys sorry i was mia for a while you see it was because i was [DEAFENING EXPLOSION AND AFTERSHOCK FOLLOWED BY COLLAPSING DEBRIS, THUNDER CRASH, BICYCLE HORN SOUND EFFECTS]

tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, smut, bottom/top or sub/dom not specified

⚠️ blow job mention in shu's entry

⚠️ mature content under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🖋 Ike Eveland

relatively quiet. ike doesn't make a racket often— it's more likely that he'll either tease you with dirty talk and come-ons

but once his brain gets too fucked out to stay coy, he's all shaky breaths and little whines

you can hear him quivering under his breath, as if getting caught would be a problem

which it very much isn't

invite him to get a little louder if you want an adorably flustered, adorably hard novelist. he'll feel so dirty if you do, but at the same time, he feels like making noise proves how much he trusts you

if you're noisy:

even though he doesn't make much noise, sex with you isn't complete without coaxing such sweet squeaks out of you

he takes it as a challenge, trying to figure out which part of your body is most sensitive by how loud you react

it makes him feel so sexy, and desirable, and powerful no matter what position he's in

prefers when you can't form words anymore, only helpless cries. oh, and if you actually do cry? god, he'll remember that forever

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

brings a whole new definition to "loud in bed". like seriously, even if you've had noisy partners before, luca puts them all to shame without even trying

he reacts to almost everything, and it doesn't take him a lot to get there. sometimes you wonder if he's faking it, but no, he's just that aware of everything he feels

he starts out with exclamations, and somehow forms words all the way until the end of the night. the sentences stop making sense halfway through, and by the time he climaxes it's a miracle if he can even get through his words without tripping up

if you're noisy:

is he the luckiest guy in the universe or what? it feels great to have someone that gets what it's like to be loud

doesn't even care what you say or do as long as he can hear it. just being able to hear those noises has his engine revving

then again, when you're lips are pressed up to him and he can still hear the muffled sounds and your vibrating throat, he just wants to fuck until you both white out in the afterglow

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👟 Shu Yamino

shu doesn't take sex too seriously and just wants to have fun above all else, and you have to wonder if it's because he always laughs at least once when you sleep together

he's actually quite ticklish, and his moans sometimes end in giggles. they sound so sweet even though what you do under the covers is anything but

this is one of the few things he's actually insecure about. he's so worried that it might kill the mood or make his partner feel self conscious

don't take it personally. he whimpers plenty when he's not giggling, and the last thing he wants is a misunderstanding just because of how his body expresses pleasure

if you're noisy:

sometimes he wishes he could commit every one of your noises to memory. they're easily his favorite part of going down on you

he fantasizes about your voice getting excited often. if you're ever apart, he'd love to listen to you masturbate and call his name over the phone

hell, even hearing his name from your trembling lips has his cock throbbing, ready to fill that pretty mouth and give you something to really choke on

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👹 Vox Akuma

tends to make more guttural sounds. growls, hums, and purrs galore. vox doesn't even try to make them sound sultry, they're just so low and irresistible, as expected of the voice demon himself

but if you catch him off guard you might just make him squeak in surprise and satisfaction. he even stutters and trips over his words

which is something he gets embarrassed over, especially since all his other noises are still on the low end of the spectrum, but calling attention to it gets him even more aroused

great sex usually ends with high-pitched whimpers and gasps, and the best ones have him screaming as he orgasms

if you're noisy:

your noises make him so unbelievably horny, you have no idea. the second he realizes you're loud, he wants nothing more than to hear you all night

it's a huge ego boost and fuels him to keep pushing his limits. anything to keep you crying out for him

he'll goad you into responding to his dirty talk just so he can hear you whimper in-between your words

whether you want to be praised or degraded, he tries to mention your voice and noises as much as he can since it's all he can think about

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[rizzyu]

luxiem + tickling/cuddling their SO?

Waves of Laughter

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warning: Suggestive themes in Vox’s (of course), Mysta’s (yep of course), and a TINSY TINY bit in Shu’s, other streamers are mentioned in Shu’s

Summary: Luxiem tickling and cuddling you

A/N: Thank you anon for the request :)

Vox Akuma

You and Vox were lounging on the couch, watching something on TV. Your head leaned against his chest, your legs were draped over his lap, while Vox had an arm around your waist. Both of your eyes were fixed on the screen when a spicy scene came up. You weren’t surprised when that scene came up, I mean, this is Vox we’re talking about. You’d be surprised if he had not chosen something to watch without spicy scenes in it. You wanted to try to knock off Vox’s calm demeanour while watching this. “Bet you can’t make me squirm around like that.” You teased. “Oh, really now? Don’t test me, darling” Vox whispered in you ear before bringing a hand to your neck and started gently wiggling his fingers. You immediately started to squirm while strings of uncontrolled laughter slips from your lips. You tried to push Vox away but the ache in your stomach and the ticklish feeling Vox was sending through your nerves did not help. Vox finally let you breathe after the 45th time you pleaded for him to stop. Exhausted, you laid on the side of the couch, with Vox hovering over you. “Still think I can’t make you squirm around?” Vox teased while caressing your jawline, but you were too busy catching your breath to respond to him. A smirk tugged at Vox’s cheeks when an idea hit him, before picking you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom.

“Let me show you how else I can make you squirm under me.”

Mysta Rias

“PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE”

 “No.”

“BUT PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE Y/N”

“Sorry Mysta, but I can’t risk you messing up the kitchen again.”

“But I promise to not fry raw rice again! I’ll follow your every step!”

“Nope, and that’s final.”

Mysta deflated in disappointment. Mysta plopped down onto the couch with a pout on his face, as you began to prepare the ingredients for your meal. Mysta watched you cook as he wondered if there’s a way to make you let him help cook. Sneaking behind you, Mysta suddenly gently wiggling his fingers at you neck. You flinched, causing you to drop the cup of rice. Drops of raw rice scattered onto the floor. “Mysta! Why’d you do that??” You turned your head around to face him with a shocked expression. Mysta chuckled as he reached a hand up to your face. Mysta then started tickling your jawline, causing you to squirm around and bursting into laughter. He then held you up by your waist and laid you on top of the kitchen counter. Mysta then lifted your shirt up a bit and started tickling your bare stomach. You wriggled and squirmed around laughing. “Mysta stop tickling me!” “Only if you allow me to help you cook” You were hesitant towards his request, but your stomach and jaw were started to get sore, so you gave in. “Alright fine! You can cook with me! But j-hahahaaaahah just stop tickling me!” Mysta stopped tickling your stomach and laid himself on top of your exhausted body, his head rested on your upper stomach. As you began stroking Mysta’s taupe coloured hair, he started to tease you. “Yknow, you’ve never told me that your stomach is so soft”

You sighed. “Mysta shut up and just let us rest.”

Luca Kaneshiro

You were in the kitchen of your house, making pancakes for breakfast for both you and your beloved mafia boss. You had just finished pouring in the last drop of pancake mix before you felt two hands snaked around your waist and a head draped on your shoulder. "Why do you always wake up so early?" Luca spoke with his groggy morning voice. “To make your lazy butt some breakfast of course” you teased as you brought your arm over to gently pinch his nose. “Can you come cuddle with me, pwease?” “Sorry Luca, I need to finish making our pancakes first.” “Aw… pweeeeeeease???” “No Luca, look, you will get your cuddles after breakfast is ready, alright?” Luca pouts in disappointment. He lingers behind you but then an idea clicked into his mind. He brought his hands to your sides before gently tickling your sides causing you to burst into laughter. “Luca, p-hahahaha-please stop!” You tried to shake him off, but he would not budge. You kept squirming and wriggling, trying to stop him from tickling you. With no hope trying to shake or push him away, you decided to run away from him. But even so, he clung onto you, tickling you, while you ran. Eventually you both crashed onto the floor laughing (of course he made sure to be under you before you both crashed onto the floor, so that you won’t be hurt). His fingertips kept wiggling at your sides. You laughed so much that your cheeks and stomach immensely hurt. “Okay, okay! I give! I’ll cuddle with you! I mean, after running around for that long, I think I need some cuddles too.” You said sheepishly before settling down with Luca on the couch. You took a whiff of air, and you noticed the smell of burning in the air, that was when you remembered.

“OH CRAP THE PANCAKES!”

Ike Eveland

“Älskling have you seen my caviar toasts? I just made them and they disappeared!”

Ike didn’t hear you respond to him so he began looking for you around your shared home. “Y/N?” Ike opened the door to your shared bedroom and there you are, sitting on your shared bed, holding a plate of his caviar toast. “Looking for these?” You teased. “Älskling please those were the last bit of caviar we have. We already ran out of caviar.” “Heh, sorry Ike, my caviar toast today.” You said before absorbing the caviar toasts on the plate. Ike’s lips were left agape in surprise the moment you consumed his breakfast. “So you’re gonna buy me more caviar, right?” You hummed in response as Ike walked over to you with a pout on his face. He then tackled you onto the floor before tickling your sides. Ike wiggled his fingers gently on your skin, causing you to laugh uncontrollably. He tickled you for so long that your stomach and jaw began to ache due to how much you laughed. “So do you promise not to suddenly steal my caviar toast again? Otherwise I’ll tickle you more.” “Wait no! I promise, I promise!” “That’s good.” “Wait but you don’t mind stepping on me with you heels while you’re at it… right?” Ike didn’t respond, instead he laid down on the floor with you before falling into deep slumber with you.

Shu Yamino

The clicking noises of the mouse and the keyboard radiated through the room as Shu exerted his utmost concentration playing Valorant with his friends. You straddled him on his chair with your chin rested on his shoulder. You saw when he defeated Alban from the other team when you turned your head around to watch his screen. “Oh come ON! Where did that come from?!” Alban growled in frustration after Shu shot him from behind a wall. Shu had always performed the best in Valorant. You often wondered if you could break his concentration and to mess him up. An idea clicked into your mind, you softly trailed your finger along his ticklish spot – the side of his neck. The moment his brain registered the ticklish feeling, he jolted upwards, causing him to miss the shot. Fulgur from the other team took the opportunity and defeated Shu. It took all of your strength to not giggle. “You know there are consequences for doing that, right?” You froze when you heard Shu whisper in your ear. You bursted into laughter when Shu tickled your neck. Shu then carried and plopped you onto the nearby bed. Hovering over you, he kept on tickling you while you squirmed around under him. You tried to kick him away, but he locked you legs against his chest with his arm. Using his spare hand, he tickled from your neck all the way to your stomach. Shu finally allowed you to rest your aching jaws when tears started to form in your eyes. You laid underneath Shu, panting your lungs out. You tried to sit up, but Shu placed his palm on your stomach to push you down, keeping you from moving.

“Not yet Y/N, I’m not done with you.”

Meanwhile Mysta: “Hello??? HELLOOOOO SHU WAKE UP WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GOOOOOOOOO???!!”

[dr4kenlvr]

can i request for a ❝ don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment. ❞ prompt but with hanma </3 cuz. him >:'((((

prompt: "don't go yet, let me hold you for a moment." + hanma shuji

nana's note: yes ofc u can my love <3 oh shu', :(((( i will never get tired of writing for him

hanma's chest falls as he exhales a puff of smoke, and the palm you rest against him falls with it. his golden eyes snake over your figure, body thrown over his. your blanket barely does the job to keep you warm, as you cling onto him for warmth instead.

his fingers trace small miscellaneous drawings on your skin, making you chuckle into his side at the ticklish spots. “shu’ that tickles!” you giggle, pushing him slightly away from you.

hanma laughs with you, his chest rumbling gently. he slides a palm over the exposed skin of your arm, relishing in the feel of you next to him. hanma gives himself a moment or two, before turning over to put out his cigarette on the ashtray you have in your room. he smiles, remembering that you had purchased it just for him.

that was the first sign he was about to leave, the next being the kiss on your forehead. then, hanma speaks up: “okay angel, m’gonna go now," another kiss to your cheek, "i’ll pick you up tom—”

“don’t go yet, let me hold you for a moment.” you whine, tangling yourself further with his limbs. you press a kiss to his collarbone, eyes opening to peer up at your boyfriend, whose intense stare makes you shrivel into his side once more.

hanma laughs once more at your antics, pulling the covers up to hide both your bodies from the outside world. "whatever you want, baby ♡."

[tokusaatsus]

EVENT EVENT EVENT!!

Congratulations on 300 followers!!

(I hope I read that correctly 😭😭)

Anyways... Can I have K, L, and O for Mika, Shu, and Niki?

Thankssss!! Have a great day :DD

ITSUKI SHU, KAGEHIRA MIKA & SHIINA NIKI + K, L, O

warnings: none

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Shu’s kisses are more restrained, before anything else. He’s careful. Skinship isn’t something he’s used to, and he’d prefer to be the one initiating it most of the time. His kisses are feather-light, quick and fleeting. Usually just a simple brush of lips on skin. He prefers to kiss you in a place that’s easy to reach–like your forehead or your cheek. Shu’s more careful with his affection, so if you’re going to be kissing each other, he doesn’t want there to be prying eyes around to see. However, if you’re the one kissing him in public, he’d prefer it to be on his forehead–or his cheek. His lips are reserved for when you’re in private, after all.

Mika’s kisses are light, almost like he’s afraid to kiss too hard and leave a mark. He likes pressing kisses to your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose, and hearing you giggle at the ticklish feeling. When he kisses you, he always takes a moment to pause to gauge your reaction, before going in a little deeper and kissing a little harder. His kisses oscillate between rough and nearly untraceable, depending on both his mood, and yours. He holds your waist, pulls you close. But if you’re kissing him, he loves it when your feather kisses across the expanse of his face. It makes him blush cutely, especially when you kiss him multiple times in one go.

Niki’s kisses are what one would expect from a chef. Slow and languid, like he’s savouring the flavour. His lips always contain a hint of some sort of flavour, and it’s a little bit of a gamble-because you have no idea what taste you’ll encounter next. Sometimes it’s spicy, like ramen, and sometimes it’s sugary, like mochi. If he’s feeling particularly peckish, he’ll tease little kisses on your face, like across the bridge of your nose and the expanse of your cheeks. Niki has no particular preferences on being kissed–he’ll take anything you’re willing to give–but he prefers it when you kiss him on the lips, as he has a chance to taste many delicious flavours–of the food and of you.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

Shu’s a little wary around children–and understandably so. He likes his personal space and when things are in order, and children typically bring a lot of chaos with them. Shu’s personality can also come off as rather frightening, especially when younger children don’t know the nuances of his actions–and the dichotomy between what he says and what he does, as you do. Still, he does attempt to tone down his overall…everything, when faced with those younger, as he knows what it’s like to feel nervous around figures of authority. He finds it easier to just sit in silence and exist in your own plane of reality, but Shu’ll be gentler–or at least, he’ll try to.

Unsurprisingly, Mika gets along very well with children. He’s a pretty happy-go-lucky guy, and that translates into how he acts with kids. Additionally, he has experience dealing with…difficult people. Or those with eccentric personalities, to say the least–his Oshi-san, for example, or the younger Sakuma–which makes it easier for him to deal with temper tantrums. Mika also has a wide range of likes and hobbies that make him relatable: think of his love of stuffed toys, sewing, etc. He’s good at listening, which makes him a favourite of children just looking to have a figure of authority–adult or otherwise–hear them talk.

On the spectrum, Niki’s dead-center. He’s good at making people feel relaxed and his easy-going, fun-loving personality makes him a favourite of many children. His cooking skills add to his charm, especially when you consider the fact that most kids have black holes for stomachs. His years of dealing with Rinne’s antics have also given him an extremely high tolerance to the chaos that happens around him. However, if you consider past occurrences, Niki’s impulse control is low to begin with. He’s the enabler type of person, which means any and all stupidity happening in his presence is usually doubled if you leave it for long enough.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It’ll take Shu a while before he decides to open up to you about all his problems, feelings and emotions. He’s already a very private person, so he’d have to be certain that he’s serious about you–and vice versa–before revealing anything. He might trust you with small tidbits earlier on, but you’d have to assure him that, yes, this is a long-term commitment and no, you’re not going to drop him when you get bored of him. His insecurities make him wary of revealing too much and causing you to realise that you can’t deal with him, so you’d have to be careful with how you respond. Be prepared though, as once Shu decides to tell you, everything comes spilling out.

Mika’s a wildcard. He’ll reveal everything when he’s ready–except you have no idea when that would be. He might tell you something about his life at the orphanage, then clam up about it the next time you ask. It’s best to just let him come to you in his own time. He’ll tell you what he thinks you need to know straight to your face–before you even enter a relationship. The more important bits however, the ones that he holds close to his chest, he’ll only tell you on pain of death. A minor exaggeration, perhaps, but not entirely inaccurate. But if you sit him down and earnestly express your desire to know more about him, he’ll definitely give in sooner rather than later.

Niki’s already a pretty open person. He’s got no qualms with revealing to you whatever you ask, because he doesn’t think of it as anything noteworthy. Still, he wouldn’t just dump everything on you the first few weeks. He’d wait until he’s sure you’ve acclimatised to the general craziness of not just the idol world, but also the general craziness of the unit that is Crazy:B. He’ll reveal everything in bits and pieces, not wanting to overwhelm you, but you’d have to pay careful attention. It’ll probably be buried under layers of other stuff, like in the middle of explaining a new recipe. Still, Niki won’t get into the meat of his past until he’s sure of how much he trusts you.

notes!

WC: 1.1k words

reze txt never hated myself more for a req ever. anyways. hihi !! ty for ur congratulations <3 i hope this was to ur liking ?? mwah <3 enjoy ur day aswell !!

[wanou-dorm]

💫 - fight, tickle, insult - for Shu and the octotrio!

💫 - fight, tickle, insult.

Fight - Floyd’s- To be honest Floyd would probably like it Considering he’s Floyd

Tickle - Jade - He Azul could Switch dur his Mushrooms Obessions but is Jade Even Ticklish ?

Insult - Azul - It’s not Even insulting it Just Shu calling him a Sussy Wittle Octopus and Azul just taking

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day 4: Don’t move

It was only a matter of time until I wrote for these two. I believe in ShuMika supremacy.

I was originally gonna write something completely different but then my brain was like ‘lee Shu lee Shu lee Shu’ and I can’t just not write for lee Shu ajdgaudhajhd

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Shu x Mika (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Shu

Ler: Mika

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was one of those rare instances where Shu actually went along with Mika’s weird shennanigans. He had nothing better to do now, so why not indulge his partner?

Mika had learned from some weird, redheaded magician how to do fortune telling, and of course he wanted to try it out on teach. They were both seated by a table, with Mika holding Shu’s hand in order to read his future through his palm, or however that works. This probably wasn’t going to work, but Mika was too excited to try it out anyways. With a giddy smile, he started tracing the lines along Shu’s palm. What the pinkette wasn’t expecting was for it to feel so freaking tickly. Shu took a sharp inhale as he tried to control himself, the corner of his lips twitching oh so slightly, threatening to form a smile. As much as he wanted to yank his hand away, he didn’t want to give himself away, so he tried his hardest to remain as still as possible. Luckily Mika didn’t seem to notice so he was in the clear, atleast for now. The longer Mika stroked that dreaded area the more ticklish it felt. When a giggle managed to escape Shu’s mouth, he did his best to cover it up with a cough.

“Are you okay teach?? Do you need me to get you some water?!” before Mika could bolt on out of his seat, Shu stopped him.

“I’m f-fine. Just get this over with…” Shu’s voice sounded so odd, as if it were being strained. But Mika decided to ignore it and kept going with the reading. Shu managed to keep himself under control pretty well, that was until Mika’s nail accidentally grazed the spot. The pinkette let out a soft gasp as he jerked his hand away from Mika.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?!” Mika looked at him with a worried look.

“It’s not that…” Shu let out a flustered groan “It’s nothing, just finish up already” he shoved his hand unto Mika’s grip once more, the other starring at him with confusion.

“If you say so…” Mika couldn’t help but keep watching his reactions, observing as his cheeks got ever so slightly pink, matching the color of his hair. And the way he tried to cover up his mouth with his free hand, what was he hiding? Once Mika heard a barely audible snicker did everything finally make sense in his head. If he felt giddy before he definitely did now. A wide grin spread across Mika’s face at the realization. “I’m starting to get a reading! It says that… there’s gonna be a lot of laughter in yer future~!”.

Shu furrowed his eyebrows at that “What’s that supposed to mean-“ but before he could finish his question, Mika had managed to tackle him out from his seat onto the floor. A shriek escaping the leader of Valkyrie as Mika positioned himself on top of him. “What are you doing you ihiHIdiot?!” the giggles he had desperately tried to kept hidden finally made their way out when Mika started wiggling his fingers along his sides.

“Stay still teach, I’m just fulfilling the prophecy~” Mika snickered down at him as he watched Shu’s silly attempt of trying to pry him off of him.

“Dohohon’t be rihidiculous! You mahahade that uhuhup!” Shu was in a bit of a dilemma as he struggled on deciding whether he should push Mika off or focus on defending his tickle spots. Watching his arms flailing around was quite the spectacle.

Mika mocked gasped at his accusation “Are you calling me a phony?! Ohoho you’re asking for it~” the heterochomatic male then proceeded to climb his fingers up to Shu’s ribcage, earning the reactions he was looking for.

“ACK! WAHAHAIT! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Shu screeched in laughter as he tried to squeeze his elbows down his torso, but that didn’t stop Mika from tormenting the sensitive spot.

“Aww look at that smile, it’s so cute~!” Mika cooed at him, watching as Shu hid his smile with one hand while trying to swat at Mika with his other one. “Oh c’mon don’t hide from me. Kitchy kitchy coo~” Mika teased as he wormed his fingers up to his armpits, gently scratching at the spot.

“PFFT! GYAHAHAHA!” Shu’s arms came crashing down in an instant. His eyes were now fully squeezed shut and his cheeks were completely pink at this point. Mika couldn’t help but stare in awe. After admiring Shu’s cute expression a while longer did Mika stop tormenting him with tickles. He slowed his fingers to s stop but still didn’t get off of him. He watched as Shu intook deep breaths, his watered eyes slowly opening up. The first thing he saw was Mika’s toothy grin.

“How you feelin’ teach?”.

“Y-you ahare in soho much trouble!” Shu managed to scold through his leftover giggles, causing Mika to squeak and to bolt on out of there. He’d deal with him later, but for now Shu felt like he was about to pass out…

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I'm soo normal about Shu Itsuki *passes out*

[ticklishnarutouzumaki]

Goku is one ticklish Saiyan haha. Shu decided he was gonna interrogate him to find the dragonballs. He's not sure if Goku knows where the ball is but he's having fun getting some revenge for all the trouble he's caused Pilaf and him

Artwork done by furcapricorn on Furaffinity.net

[yumeleta]

say it back [ luxiem x reader ]

— what happens when you don't reply to their profession of love for you? as a prank, of course.

notes bulleted headcanons, fluff and mildly suggestive, reader is gender neutral, i put the 🅱️ in brainrot )

luca kaneshiro

baby is so confused. :(

here he is, yelling for about the tenth time in a row of how much he loves you and you just hum in response? what are you, a monster?

after about a while, luca gets really concerned and starts asking if something happened for you to be this cold towards him.

“hey hey, is there something i did wrong? tell me, y/n.”

you were really really close to just admitting the truth that it was a prank, but the fact he pranks you way more on a daily basis is just unfair! you had to even it out somehow!

the way your boyfriend's expression resembled that of a kicked puppy shattered your poor, poor heart into millions of pieces.

he basically deflates right in front of you due to your silence.

finally, you caved in and admitted your intentions.

luca was genuinely relieved that there wasn’t anything wrong with what he did. he wasn’t angry or anything, your mafia boss was back and joyful as ever!

just… don’t do that again. for both his heart and yours.

ike eveland

the novelist sees through you right away, unfortunately for you.

while you both were having a movie night cuddling on the couch, he utters a sweet ‘i love you’, to which you just smile at as a response.

he only grins wider and repeats his sentence over and over and over again, leaning his lips closer to your ear with each word he says.

“i love you. i love you. i love you,”

his plan was to basically annoy you to say it back. he won’t stop until you do so.

he then starts leaving kisses from the outer shell of your ear to your cheek, following all the way to the corner of your lips.

“come on sweetheart, it won’t hurt to say it back, no?”

unless what you want is for him to try to compel you more, you should probably return the ‘i love you’. just saying.

shu yamino

shu, just like ike, immediately knows what you’re up to. you and him both know that it takes a lot to fool the sorcerer, it was obvious that it was to be expected!

when you don’t reply the three magic words haha get it… magic… shu’s a sorcerer…, he quickly raises an eyebrow, skeptical, before poking you on the sides of your torso.

you giggle when he touches your ticklish spot, immediately blowing your not-so-existent cover. you start squirming around, in a rather futile attempt to escape shu’s torturous hold.

“babe, you know that wasn’t a good one,” he comments as you whine for him to stop.

a smirk toys on his v-shaped lips playfully before he finally lets you go, leaving you gasping for air.

after a while, shu captures you again in his arms, this time without the tickling. he buries his face in your neck and trails a number of kisses up to your jaw. he stops right above your neck pulse, whispering against your sensitive skin.

“i’m still waiting for that ‘i love you too’, y’know.”

mysta rias

mysta would start to get insecure about himself when you don’t reply.

the lingering thoughts behind the back of his head, on how you’re growing tired of him with each passing moment bothers him so much to the extent that he isn’t worthy of someone ethereal like you.

the detective needs reassurance that you’re still with him, that you still love him.

and when you plan to joke around with him for a bit by just nodding as acknowledgement ? it saddens him quite a bit.

when he hears no vocal response from you, he stays silent. it’s clear to you that he’s upset with himself and beating himself up over how he should’ve said the three words at a different timing.

you notice his reaction right away, and you immediately drop your prank to comfort your boyfriend, apologizing how you didn’t mean for it to go this way and such.

he feels stupid for taking a prank so heavily, but knowing how you’re willing to stay with him? it gives him a breath of relief.

“d-don’t do that again, you almost got me there.”

vox akuma

he’s not as smart as ike and shu to know you were planning it beforehand, but what he does know is that you’re joking around.

vox feigns taking offense when you only say ‘yeah’ and ‘mhm’ to his expression of love, dramatically gripping his chest in ‘agony’.

the demon’s goofiness never fails to make you smile.

“oh, does my lovely y/n not love me back anymore?”

his instincts were verified as soon as you giggle at his words. so it was a prank after all.

he decides to play along with you, continuing to make oddly desperate attempts to get the three words out of your mouth.

“y/n, my love, my sweet, my darling, my beloved,” the list of petnames goes on and on.

if i were you, i’d say it before he starts calling you even weirder nicknames.

[zhanglaoshi]

xx

[fakesimp]

Calling Him for no absolute reason, with Sonny Brisko

Warning !

Fluff darlings <3

A/n : I've made Shu's Version, so why not make another with Sonny? (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Christ I still hate the fact that there's no yellow color. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

➶◜◝➴

You stared at your VSF officer from a far, he's currently cooking breakfast for both you and him. His back is facing you, you admire him. So much to the point you want to tease him too sometimes, you enjoy his reactions to your teases even though it will backfired. But you enjoy the moment.

"Sonny."

"hm?"

. . .

The male that was looking down at the pan in front of him now rose his head up and peek behind him, the confusion is visible all over his face. And coincidentally he also finished cooking, so he put the cooking on a plate. And proceeds to put them on the kitchen counter, he then approached you.

"you.. called?" He asked, as he tilted his head a bit, you stared back at him also tilting your head. The blonde tut, "are you pranking me agaainn?" He whined softly before tackling you to the couch. Snuggling his face into your neck, you chuckled at the ticklish sensation.

"what is it that you're planning inside your head, hm?" He whispered, you just hummed instead of replying.

Both of you were in that spot for quite a while, until Sonny decided to tickle you. "Wait- pft-" you're stuck, underneath your beloved officer. "Sonny--" your laugh cut off your sentence, your laugh fills the room along with Sonny's.

It has been going on for 10 minutes, and both of you finally calmed down. "God- I thought I'm gonna die-" you joked as you tried to regain your breath, "mm.." Sonny cuddled closer to you on the couch.

"Sonny.."

"Whaaatt?"

"Love you."

Silence filled between both of you, and you can feel the male's heartbeats faster on top of you. He buried his face deeper into your neck, and you can feel the heat of his face on your neck. You chuckled and kissed his exposed shoulder, "you okay there, babe?" You asked.

Sonny hummed and moved his face away from your neck, both of you stared at each other for a good minute. He then moved his face closer to yours, nose touching. His eyes filled with love and admiration, without anything to say Sonny closed the gap. Kissing you passionately, kissing you breathless.

"I love you too.." he said before diving down kissing you again,

Looks like Sonny have to heat up the breakfast since it's going cold.

But hey, who cares when you're both are in your moments.

A/n : wndhbwjxhabxh, I'm (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)..

[pasteldragonqueen]

hihi! could I request a nsfw shu yamino x reader fanfiction? I would like for it to be sex while streaming together. (sorry for not being THAT specific)

Shu seemed especially needy for your affection. As you played Valorant, he would hug and cuddle you from behind, hands toying through your hair as you tried to play.

You tried to flick your crosshair in game, but lost the gunfight and died. 

Frustrated, you let out a sigh and turned to him. “Shuuuu, I am trying to focus on this ranked game! I’ll get off and cuddle you after this game, ok?”

He peeled away from you, slightly pouty, and sat down on the floor next to your gaming chair. He seemed to consider his options, before smirking mischievously.

As you respawned, he scooted over to be under your desk, then wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your thigh, looking up at you playfully. You continued playing, assuming he just wanted to be near you as you played.

Your gameplay stuttered, however, as he kissed up your knee to your thigh again, his kisses getting suckier and juicer as he moved upward. He hummed against your skin and rubbed his fingers over your legs. You pressed them together, gently trying to ignore him to keep playing.

You started fighting in-game with your teammate, but were quickly distracted by Shu. His hands glided over your knees and pulled your legs apart, and he moved to nibble gingerly at your sensitive inner thigh. The slight pain and ticklish sensation made you squirm in your seat, and you felt a blush overcome your face.

You tried to focus on your crosshair placement and the game, communicating to your teammates,

“There was one link and two cave-ah~!”

You muted yourself as you couldn’t help but gasp as he suddenly mouthed at your heat over your panties. His bright amethyst eyes stared up at you, glowing with desire. He sucked at the wet fabric, feeling your need against his tongue.

"(Y/N)??"

"Are you okay??"

"What's wrong?"

You snapped your attention back at your chat, blinking a few times to draw yourself back to reality. “Ha ha… yes I’m fine, chat!”

You were lucky that your vtuber model didn't show much of your facial features to give away the situation you were dealing with behind the screen.

You hastily muted yourself once more and he grinned up at you with a devilish smile, pulling your underwear down your legs. You felt the cool air against you briefly, before he leaned forward and pushed his mouth against you.

His tongue teased circles around your clit, sucking and slurping skillfully. Annoyance gave way to pleasure as he worked his tongue and lips to taste you.Your thighs squeezed in around his head as an enemy turned the corner. You shot them with practiced accuracy, letting out a shaky breath.

You felt the heat rise in you as his enthrallment magic spread throughout your body. Your eyes flicked down and back up hastily, a flush growing up your neck at the sight of him glaring up into your eyes as he devoured you.

You took in a deep breath and swung the corner, taking the other enemy off guard as you shot him too. You smiled, pleased with the announcement of one enemy remaining.

Shu must have noticed you were in the clutch 1v1 situation, because with a smirk, he slowed his ministrations and started leaving gentle, teasing kisses along your cunt. He squeezed your thighs and pulled away from you briefly.

You stifled a whimper as he slowly dragged his tongue up your folds, savoring the taste of you.

As you continued in-game, clearing corner after corner, Shu wrapped his hands around your backside with a generous squeeze, and started giving kitten licks with a consistent rhythm on your clit. You swallowed thickly as you resumed, while Shu steadily increased the tempo, pulling your hips closer to his face.

You felt the pleasure begin to coil in your core, getting closer to the edge, but ripped your attention away from Shu and his hot mouth and onto the video game.

Your enemy only had 30 seconds left to plant the bomb and you had them cornered to A site. A site had many boxes and covers to hide and wrap around, so this would be an intense mind game. Almost as intense as Shu’s sweet tongue on your- FOCUS!

You held the left side of the box, ready to flick to the right, but his persistent work between your thighs was drawing you closer and closer to finishing. You couldn’t cum, not yet, you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes open at this rate

You felt a shiver run up your spine as you suppress a moan. Suddenly, you heard him plant to your left.You creeped up on the enemy, slowly wrapping the corner to catch them mid-plant.

Shu started rubbing circles into your hips, maintaining his quick movements.

You peeked, and the enemy was there, but at the same time, Shu pushed two fingers into you. Wet as you were, it didn’t hurt at all, but it took you off guard and you missed your shot. You backed up and hid again, but now the time crunch was on and you had to win this. 

His fingers curled inside you at a fast pace, his tongue still rubbing against you. You popped a flash and swung as you felt your heart race with adrenaline.

Headshot. You’d done it.

You ran to defuse the bomb and held the button, your other hand dropping down to run your hands through Shu’s hair as you desperately thrust your hips against his mouth.

You could barely even register your teammates' cheers of glee as you peaked, letting out a quiet groan as you reached your climax. Pleasure ran to your core and through your body as Shu finished you. His lips pressed against you as your hips tilted against his mouth.

You sighed as you rode down from the high, Shu popping off of your mound with a light kiss. He grinned cheekily up at you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

“So can we play Valo together now?” he asked.

You pulled him up to eye level with you and eyed him lustfully. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet…~”

You pulled him in for a kiss, and knew this was going to be a fun night.

[fickle-tiction]

“It’ll be fun” They said.

“Clark, no.” It seems cliché to say that Bruce growled that statement, but there really was no better way to describe the man’s tone.

“Clark, yes.” Clark sounded more like an excited toddler than he did a grown man.

~

‘You have to open up around those you care about.’ They said. ‘You have to be vulnerable with your significant other.’ They said. ‘You have to let your guard down.’ They said. Whoever ‘They’ were, They gave terrible advice.

 Bruce was lounging on his absurdly large bed, dressed comfortably in a black t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. He was reclining against a mountain of pillows, legs stretched out in front of him and feet crossed at the ankles as he read an article on his phone. He heard Clark enter the room, but didn’t change positions or look up from his phone. He was open, vulnerable, relaxed, the picture perfect boyfriend. He could do normal. He could be normal. 

Clark took one look at Bruce sitting comfortably on the bed and took a running start before belly flopping next to him. 

Bruce’s entire body left the surface of the bed with the force of Clark’s bounce, and it took a monumental effort not to crack a smile at the golden retriever now laying next to him. Instead, he set his phone aside and raised a single eyebrow.

“Bruce.” Clark gasped, running a finger over the thin skin of Bruce’s ankle where his pants had ridden up. “Are you wearing plaid?!” 

Bruce expelled air through his nose, which anyone close to him would know meant he was amused. He was, in fact, wearing charcoal and black plaid pajama pants. “I have three more pairs just like them. I’m not sure what I did to piss Alfred off.” He twitched his foot away from Clark’s still-wandering finger. 

Clark was vaguely curious about what the other pairs looked like; if Alfred had left a classic red plaid design in there, or if they were all Bruce’s signature dark colors. He was more interested in how Bruce once again twitched his foot away when Clark ran his fingertips around his ankle. “Ticklish?” Clark asked, nearly laughing at the thought. As if Bruce would ever be--

“A little.” Bruce admitted, twitching his foot away and lightly kicking at Clark’s hand. See? He could do open and honest. He was not a robot. He was---why was Clark looking at him like he just presented him with the moon and the stars?

“You are?” Clark asked, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “You? Bruce ‘Justice Is My Middle Name’ Wayne?” Clark growled the middle name part in the dumb voice he used to imitate Batman, and Bruce scowled at him for it. 

“I am still human.” Bruce pointed out. “As you and Alfred love to remind me.” 

Clark hummed, his excited smile never leaving his face. “And just how human are you?” He asked, crawling over Bruce’s legs.

“Clark, no.” Bruce growled, trying to scoot backwards before Clark---damn it, before Clark sat on his thighs and forced him to lay back against the pillows again. 

“Clark, yes.” Clark’s wolfish smile clearly stated that Bruce was not going anywhere anytime soon. “So where else are you ‘a little ticklish’?” His fingers were trailing mindless patterns over Bruce’s stomach as he spoke, and Bruce was doing everything in his power to not twitch and give himself away.

“Just my ankles.” Bruce’s hands were clenched into fists next to Clark’s thighs. He wouldn’t grab Clark’s wrists or try to cover himself up. Doing so would be admitting that it tickled, and he while he was trying to be more open and honest with Clark, he figured this was one area where he was allowed to keep secrets. 

“So then you won’t mind if I do this?” Clark moved his hands quickly (human quickly, not superspeed quickly) and stopped them an inch from touching Bruce’s neck. Bruce’s entire body tensed involuntarily, and he knew from Clark’s smirk that he just gave himself away. “I’m not even touching you.”

“You’re like a five year ohhhhll-” Bruce snapped his mouth shut, shoot Clark a wounded look as his boyfriend laughed at him. Clark had started tickling the side of his neck to shut him up, and it worked. 

“What was that, B?” Clark asked, attacking both sides of Bruce’s vulnerable neck with gentle tickles. Bruce’s face was scrunched up as he desperately tried to hold his laughter in. “Did you say something?” He asked, dancing his fingers down to Bruce’s collarbones and letting them run wild. 

Bruce was going to murder Clark as soon as he was done behaving like a child. He was going to shove a block of kryptonite down his throat, string him up by his ears, and--OhMyGodWhatTheFuck--Clark’s hands darted down to Bruce’s stomach and began scratching his abs through his t-shirt. It took Bruce all of two seconds to crack and try to push his hands away, laughter beginning to bubble out of him.

“Gotcha!” Clark grinned, drinking in the sight of Bruce laughing. He could count on one hand the amount of times he’s seen Bruce laugh, but never like this. His skin was crinkling around his eyes, nose scrunched up, mouth stretched wide and showing off his pearly white teeth. He was gorgeous. He was...he was trying to push Clark’s hands away. Now, that just would not do. “Let’s just get these out of the way.” Clark easily gathered Bruce’s wrists in one hand and pinned them above Bruce’s head.

“Oh, fuck.” Bruce laughed, testing Clark’s steel grip. “Clark.” He pleaded, a smile still gracing his face even though Clark had stopped tickling him for the moment. “You got me.” He agreed, licking his dry lips. “Maybe we can do something...a little more fun?” He suggested.

“After you lied to me?” Clark asked, trailing the tips of his fingers down the length of Bruce’s ribcage. Bruce didn’t even fight his smile, squirming beneath the slow drag of Clark’s hand. 

“When did I lie to you?” Bruce asked, body nearly vibrating in anticipation as Clark’s barely-there touch ghosted over his stomach. 

“You said only your ankles were ticklish.”

“No.” Bruce protested, sucking in a breath when Clark wiggled a single finger between his ribs in warning. “I said my ankles were the only spot that was a little ticklish.” Bruce looked so smug about his loophole. “I’m very ticklish in other places.” For a genius, he really was an idiot sometimes.

“Oh?” Clark asked, hand gently flexing around Bruce’s trapped wrists to remind him of his current predicament. “What other places?”

Bruce’s mouth opened and closed a few times as he mentally kicked himself. See, this is what being open and honest did. It turned you into a fool. “You know, tickling was outlawed under the Geneva Conventions.”

Now it was Clark’s turn to huff a laugh. “You are ridiculous.” He said fondly. He waited a beat, lulling Bruce into a false sense of security, before drilling his fingers into Bruce’s exposed armpit. “And ridiculously ticklish.” He had to raise his voice to be heard over Bruce’s frantic laughter.

Bruce was struggling against Clark’s grip on his wrists, trying to twist his torso side-to-side, anything to get away from those merciless fingers that were attacking his upper body at random. One second he felt fingers massaging the space between his ribs, the next he felt nails gently scratching over the skin of his neck. It seemed nowhere was safe, and the fact that Bruce couldn’t move away was making everything tickle a hundred times more.

“Cla-hahahaha-Clark!” Bruce choked out, nervous laughter kicking up a notch when Clark’s hand found it’s way to the skin just above his hipbone. “Th-ahahahaha-that’s enou--haha-enough!” He would call Diana to get Clark off of him if he wasn’t 99% sure she would simply take Clark’s place instead. He also didn’t hate this, not that he would tell Clark that even under threat of death. He just couldn’t move and it was driving him insane. 

“I haven’t even tried your feet yet.” Clark didn’t miss the way Bruce started struggling harder against his hold. “Or your knees.”

Clark’s hand was kneading the fleshy part of Bruce’s side and Bruce felt like his stomach was full of ice water, but in the best possible way. He couldn’t decide if he loved or hated these sensations, and it was very confusing. “Next time!” He promised, squirming like a live-wire as Clark walked his fingers back up his ribcage. 

“There’s going to be a next time?” Did Clark hear him correctly. 

“Ye-hehe-yes! Bruce laughed, muscles twitching as Clark prodded his topmost ribs, just below his armpit. “Wha-hahaha-whatever you wa-haha-want just sto--haha-stopstopstop!” He babbled, feet kicking against the mattress as Clark tormented what was quickly becoming his new favorite spot.

Clark stopped his tickling, but kept his hold on Bruce’s wrists. Bruce’s entire body sunk into the mattress and pillows when Clark finally stopped his teasing, nervous bubbly laughter still trickling out of Bruce as the ghostly feeling of fingertips on his sensitive spots started to fade away. 

Clark waited until Bruce opened his eyes again, breathing a little heavier than normal but no worse for the wear. “There’s going to be a next time?” He asked, big goofy smile in place.

Bruce paused for a second, debating with himself what his answer would be. In the end, he decided to stick with this whole open and honest thing he was trying out. “I think so.” A soft smile was playing around the corners of his mouth, and if he hadn’t trained himself out of it decades ago he would probably be blushing right now. “Maybe don’t hold me down next time though?” He suggested, tugging at his wrists to emphasize his point.

Clark’s goofy grin was replaced with something sharper. “Are you sure? It makes it much easier to transition into this.” Clark leaned down and kissed Bruce, taking his time to explore his boyfriend’s mouth at his own pace. He only stopped when Bruce made a reluctant noise of protest, the need for air unfortunately outweighing his need to have Clark’s tongue in his mouth. 

Bruce could get used to this open and honest thing. 

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Human Comedy: Tragedy - 9

Shu: Now then, Kagehira, it's time for your pre-show maintenance.

Location: Underground Live House

Time: The following day

Shu: Now then, Kagehira, it's time for your pre-show maintenance.

Mika: M'kay, Oshi-san! Ehehe~ Thank ya! ♪

Shu: What are you laughing about? Do you feel ticklish?

Mika: Nah, I was just thinkin' maybe this'll be the last time I'll get Oshi-san's maintenance, see~ ...Just got a case of the sads deep in my gut, is all.

Shu: You're sad, so you laugh? You always seem to be running on such peculiar mechanisms.

Mika: Yeah... Ah. A tear spilled right outta my eye.

Shu: You truly have broken down, haven't you? You'll need some rather thorough maintenance... Here, your hair's gotten a bit disheveled. I'll fix the ends for you.

Mika: M'kay, thank ya kindly.

Shu: Hmph. You need not thank me for every single thing. I am doing this of my own volition.

Mika: Ahaha. Ya really like cuttin' hair, dontcha, Oshi-san? We've saved a lot on the hairdresser fer sure... Really helped back when Valkyrie was strapped fer cash.

Shu: I do like this sort of work, but really, if you were left to your own devices, you'd simply begin chopping your hair off willy-nilly, wouldn't you?

Your job involves being in front of people, so, at the very least, do take care of your hair and clothing.

Mika: Gotcha~ Still, 'fore I came to Yumenosaki, I always cut my own an' the other kids' hair...

I'm still not too used t'someone else touchin' it up.

But thanks to spendin' every day with ya, Oshi-san, I've been gettin' all these new habits...

'S real weird, y'know. Feels like I'll think of yer face every time I cut my hair from now on. ♪

Shu: Hmph. You're always thinking about me regardless, no?

Mika: Yeah, yer right... Yeah, I'm gonna remember ya no matter what I'm doin', fer real.

Today's performance is 'sposed to be Valkyrie's "triumphant return," and it's here at the live house that took real good care of us... That'll be a good stoppin' point fer now, I guess.

I dunno if I'll ever get to a good stoppin' point my whole life, though.

Shu: We aren't very good at switching gears, after all. It would seem you and I can find things in common if we try.

However, we've no choice but to present our stopping point to the public.

It would be cruel to our devotees to give them false hope. We must tell them our plans for what's ahead.

That's what today's "triumphant return" is about. We may have put ourselves on the forefront once again upon the stage of Tanabata Festival, but before that, this was the home base we had chosen to showcase our art.

It is the most fitting place to make such an important announcement.

We were nurtured beneath the ground, and here we shall sing and dance our last, leaving only fleeting memories as we disappear from this world.

Mika: ...Do ya think they'll understand?

Feels like a lot to wish for. I ain't really on board fer it either, y'know.

'Sides, Valkyrie's got some real passionate fans, right?

Even if we go an' say it's all over today, I don't think they'll just let it go... No matter what we think. Might even resent us. Don't want that happenin'...

Shu: It's precisely because our style is not made to placate the masses that we have such cult appeal. This is simply how it works, and we should be grateful for it as well.

After all, if it weren't for the fans, we might have only faded away into time, unbeknownst to anyone.

Moreover, partings bring out the sentimentality in all of us. Parting means to take something away from another. In other words, to injure them.

Today, we shall spill the blood of many.

And we can only pray that those incited by the sight of their own blood will not transform into a mindless mob.

After all, it appears our long-time devotees harbor some dissatisfaction in our art—particularly recently.

Mika: Oh yeah, we've been ridin' on a big wave of popularity these days, huh. Most of today's guests look like new fans, an' just a glance over 'em says they're mostly girls.

Shu: And of all things, children—some of them young enough to necessitate chaperones...

We cannot perform too late and allow such youth to walk the nighttime streets. Perhaps we should refrain from having encores tonight?

Mika: Hunh? Why're ya askin' me? If you wanna do it, Oshi-san, then go fer it!

Today's yer last show as Valkyrie... Do whatever ya feel like.

Ain't that how you've always done it? That's what Valkyrie's all about, yeah?

Shu: ...Kagehira. That reminds me, however: for what reason are we called Valkyrie?

Mika: Huh?! Why're you askin' that now? How am I s'posed to know?

This is you we're talkin' bout, Oshi-san, so I thought ya had some kinda deep meanin' or somethin' behind it... I mean, ya like that kinda thing, dontcha?

Shu: I do. I always have. Assigning meaning is the first step to creation.

When God called light into existence, it brought forth light and shadow...and gave meaning to their distinction in this world.

...No, that was how God created this world.

Mika: Ya sure talk about God a lot, huh, Oshi-san? Ain't "Valkyrie", y'know, from some myth or somethin' like that...?

Shu: Yes, they are the battle maidens of Norse legend. They carry the souls of the fallen to heaven, much like angels.

However, I'm rather lacking in my knowledge of Norse mythology. It is a belief system that has long been defunct.

We can only make conjectures about it from lost artifacts discovered in the muddy depths of the earth, or through biased reports from writers of other religions.

And no matter how much we peruse such relics, they are all primitive and unrefined... They lack a certain beauty, and I'm not altogether fond of them.

Mika: Ngah~ If ya really think that way, then why're we called "Valkyrie"?

Shu: You clod, I asked you because I myself know not the reason. Nito is the one who thought of the name. Even I am remiss as to its origins.

Mika: Hunh? Nazuna-nii named us "Valkyrie"?

Shu: That's right. Before then, I was but a solo artist by the name of Itsuki Shu.

It was only when I encountered Nito and began my journey alongside him, that I felt the need to think of another name.

We put forth various ideas, and in the end, we decided upon Nito's suggestion of "Valkyrie".

I was also rather fond of the idea of carrying the world's beauty to heaven.

I don't know what Nito thought about it, though. Knowing him, it's quite possible it was just a passing thought...

I hope to ask him about it sometime, if I have the chance.

Mika: Mngh~ Nazuna-nii used to be in a choir, so he knows tons 'bout that kinda thing, yeah? Maybe that's why somethin' mythical popped up in his head first?

Shu: Choral music is governed by Christianity, which has a history of denouncing and oppressing Norse myth, labeling it an abomination...

Well, there's no use discussing it without Nito present.

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oooh! how about some cute little bellybutton tiggles for shu? ^w^

Nee hee hee! No such thing as "little belly button tickles" Shuichi is too damn ticklish there!

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