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Servant and partner | Thomato

Commissioned by @xsezzie

A/N: thank you so much for your support and I'm sorry for the looong wait (as always), I hope you enjoy this one! Also, kudos to my friendsies who helped me out with this one and beta read mwah I love y'all 💖

Summary: The Head of the Kamisato Clan doesn't know how to relax, but his loyal servant and partner is always there to help out!

Words: 1.6k

“Milady,” Thoma said softly, poking his head into the room where Ayaka and some others were playing Genius Invokation TCG. “Have you seen Milord lately, by any chance?” 

Ayaka giggled behind her delicate hand at something Yoimiya said before she turned around to look at Thoma. “Ah, Thoma,” she said softly. “Now that you mentioned it, I haven't seen brother for a while now… I think he said he was going to his room for a moment after dinner.” 

Aether chuckled as he carefully arranged three cards in his hand. “I bet he's doing his fair load of work,” he said, looking up at Thoma with a smirk. “The Head of the Kamisato Clan can't relax for even a second.” 

Ayaka chuckled. “The traveler must be right, Thoma. Brother is probably locked in his room working. You know how he is.”

That was what Thoma feared. He sighed heavily, thanking them with a small nod and a smile before heading to Ayato's room... and his—ahem.

Kamisato Clan, Yashiro Commission, Shuumatsuban. Thoma was well aware that Ayato had a lot on his plate, sometimes even more than he could take, so he fervently insisted that he enjoy his free time when he had it, but every time, without exception, Ayato found an excuse, a little distraction so he could sneak off to finish some pending task or start something new he needed to get going.

Thoma had always admired his hard work and dedication… but he certainly never envied him for his need to be working all the time. Even though he enjoyed all his daily tasks, Thoma eagerly looked forward to his days off and any distraction from work that might arise. 

But Ayato was different and Thoma knew he wasn't going to change overnight, but he would be there to make him enjoy his free time... whether he wanted it or not. 

He swung the room door open forcefully, creating a pocket of air that sent papers flying all over the room. “Milord.”

Ayato visibly flinched at the sound of Thoma's voice. His shoulders tensed, as did his grip on the pen in his hand. He turned around slowly, trying to look calm, nonchalant, as he smiled sheepishly at Thoma. 

“Thoma… were you looking for me?” He asked with feigned innocence and Thoma raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest after closing the door behind him.

“Milord… I'd like to know what are you doing locked in the room when you could be relaxing in the hot springs?" Thoma asked slowly, his tone a bit firmer than usual. 

Ayato couldn't help but chuckle, finding his behavior endearing to say the least. “Thoma, I just need to finish up some reports and other stuff…” he explained calmly, standing up from the chair to pick up the papers that Thoma accidentally sent flying. “I'm sure those hot springs will not go anywhere, will they?” he asked with a smirk as he gathered the papers and placed them back on the desk. 

Thoma huffed, rolling his eyes. “They will certainly not go anywhere, but your time here will definitely end,” he explained, approaching Ayato. “This servant will not allow his master to spend the rest of the night stuck in work.” He hooked one of his arms around Ayato's.

Ayato chuckled, looking up at Thoma with those sweet eyes he knew so very well Thoma couldn't resist. “What about my partner? Would he let me finish my work for the night?” 

Thoma flushed brightly, huffing again. “Your partner is even more worried than your servant. Now, c'mon.” He pulled at Ayato's arm, gently trying to pry him off the chair. “Besides, your partner also wants to be with you in the hot springs, can't you indulge him?” 

Ayato chuckled again, barely fazed by Thoma's small tugs on his arm. “Ah, is that so? I remember my partner having a lot of fun with an oni, a puppy, and a traveler last night,” he replied with a smirk, looking up at Thoma with a teasing glint in his eyes. “He certainly didn't think of me while playing around, did he?” 

Thoma rolled his eyes one more time. “Nonsense, you said you'd come with me tonight,” he said, pulling at Ayato's arm again. “C'mon then, the hot springs are waiting for us.” 

Ayato smiled, gently pulling his arm away, turning back to his work. “Tell them to wait a bit more, I need to finish this first.” 

Thoma pouted, looking at Ayato intently as he returned to his work, almost completely ignoring Thoma, if not for his slightly labored breathing.

Thoma watched Ayato carefully. The head of the Kamisato Clan wore his kimono too loosely, almost falling off his shoulder, exposing his sharp collarbones and firm chest to Thoma's hungry eyes. His gaze slid down the valley between Ayato's ribs until it stopped at the small exposed part of his stomach. 

Thoma sighed heavily for the umpteenth time. So this was how things would be, huh? 

“Milord,” he said and Ayato responded with a soft hum. “Let's go to the hot springs together now.” 

“We can go when I finish,” he answered calmly. “Or you can go without me, Thoma. I don't want you to miss the fun with everyone because of me.” 

Thoma nearly threw a tantrum, but he held himself back very well. “Milord, if you don't stop working right now, I'm gonna make you.” 

Ayato chuckled, reading over a report, Thoma supposed. “Oh, really? And how exactly are you planning to make- haa!” Ayato jolted when he felt a mischievous finger sliding down his side. 

Thoma noticed Ayato's skin covering in goosebumps as he looked up at him, his expression serious. “Don't you dare,” he warned, but Thoma simply smirked. 

“Let's get going, then!” 

“I still need to finish- ah! Thoma! No- ahahaha!”

Oh he was so ticklish.

Thoma chuckled as his hands came in contact with Ayato's sides, making him giggle brightly as he squirmed on the chair, trying to catch Thoma’s hands and push them away, but Ayato has always been weak to tickling, once those giggles started to spill out, it was like like all his strength also started to escape from him. 

Weak, slender and warm fingers wrapped around Thoma's wrists, stopping them in place as they tried to climb up towards Ayato's ribcage.

“Are you ready to go, Milord?” he asked with a bright smile, enjoying the sounds of Ayato's laughter more than he should. 

Ayato stubbornly shook his head, kicking his legs out with a loud cackle when Thoma's fingers found his hip bones and pinched at them gently but firmly. 

“AHAHAHA! THOHOMAHAHA!” Thoma always forgot how loud Ayato's laughter could get. It echoed through the whole room, ringing in Thoma's ears in a pleasant way. “N-Nohohot there! NOT THEHEHERE!” he begged, stomping his bare feet against the wooden floor. 

“Not here?” Thoma asked with mischief in his voice. “I can stop, Milord… only if you promise you'll stop working!” 

Ayato shook his head again and his laughter seemed to increase in volume when Thoma's agile fingers started to squeeze one of his thighs, his other hand still latched to one of Ayato's hips. 

The Head of the Kamisato Clan leaned over the desk, and Thoma was kind enough to remove the report from under Ayato's face to prevent his skin from getting dirty with ink and the document from being ruined. Thoma was that good of a servant. 

The blond leaned over Ayato's back, laughing softly in the other's ear, causing Ayato to let out a squeal, trying to hide his ear with his shoulder while laughing loudly, his weak hands trying to push Thoma's away from his most sensitive spots.

“Milord~?” he sang while Ayato's laughter became more desperate, frantic and impossibly louder, infecting Thoma who laughed with his cheeks reddening as much as Ayato's. “What do you think about visiting the hot springs with this faithful servant and lover?" he asked, pressing kisses behind Ayato's ear where it was also ticklish. 

Ayato gasped, laughed, and squealed, tiny tears glistening on his eyelashes and a bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Thoma swallowed hard, Ayato looked ridiculously attractive even when he was a mess. 

Thoma couldn't help but admire Ayato's beauty as if he wasn't destroying his hip and thigh, quickly finding the back of his knee and pinching the sensitive nerve there. Ayato kicked hard as a loud burst of laughter shook his body. 

“Milord~” Thoma tried again, giggling to himself as Ayato giggled between those laughs when Thoma talked very close to his ear. “What is it gonna be?” 

Ayato nodded, having a bit of a hard time catching his breath to speak. “FIHIHINE! I'll gohoho! Juhuhust STAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHASE!” he pleaded and Thoma did just that, chuckling as he kissed the side of Ayato's neck, making him shiver while he tried to catch his breath. 

“Y-Yohohou’re a m-menace,” Ayato mumbled, breathing heavily and twitching slightly. 

Thoma chuckled, rubbing Ayato's thighs as he spoke to his ear. “Is that so? I thought I was just a nice servant and lover!” 

Ayato chuckled as well, lifting his head from the desk and looking back at Thoma with warmth eyes, his cheeks still flushed and his lips pulled in a smile. “Well… that's obvious.” 

They both giggled softly, their noses nuzzling together, their lips brushing against each other's. Thoma suddenly on Ayato's lap and hands touching here and there… let's just say it was good that those hot springs weren't going anywhere because they were kind of busy at the moment. 

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Staring contest | Kamitani Hayato & Kashima Ryuuichi (+ the kids)

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: omg I'm so so sorry for the long wait, I had a big of trouble writing this one, BUT I hope you enjoy it, Max! Thank you so much for your support this time as well you're the best mwah 💕

Summary: Will someone ever win against Ayato?

Words: 1.6k

The daycare was filled with sweet, contagious giggles as Kirin covered her mouth and tightly shut her eyes, her cheeks flushing pink as her pigtails bounced around. 

“Very well,” Ryuuichi clapped his hands together, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Kirin-chan lasted sixty-six… milliseconds,” he chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Kazuma-kun lasted the shortest stare of all the children, two milliseconds.” This caused Kazuma to tear up, but Takuma giggled and gently patted his back, calming him. 

Ryuuichi continued, “Kotarou lasted an impressive sixteen seconds.” 

The children hugged Kotarou, congratulating him for outlasting everyone with enthusiastic hugs and cheers.

“It seems Kamitani remains the champion of our staring contest.” 

Ryuuichi wasn't exactly sure how this staring contest had started, well... it actually didn't really start as a contest at all. To pass the time while they waited for Usai to return from his walk with Midori, who had been a little too upset for some reason, Kamitani casually mentioned that absolutely no one had ever beaten him in a staring game.

Ryuuichi hadn't doubted it– Hayato's gaze was truly piercing and intense, and even without a staring game, he often found himself struggling to hold his gaze for long. 

At that moment, Kamitani challenged him and Ryuuichi lasted an embarrassing ten seconds– even less than Kotarou. The children had noticed what they were doing and immediately wanted to join in, claiming that it was officially a contest and the winner would get something very special: a chocolate bar that Ryuuichi would buy in the afternoon and give to the winner the next day. 

Ryuuichi was almost sure that Kata was going to beat Hayato, but after eleven seconds, instead of laughing, he started crying and hiding behind Ryuuichi, sobbing that his nii-chan was being mean to him, which, of course, made no sense.

All the children did their best, but there was really no one who could beat Hayato, probably only his mother. However, the children were not going to give up so easily.

“Taka,” Kirin said, hugging her little giraffe close to her chest. “What makes Hayato-niichama laugh?” 

Taka blinked. “Nii-chan… uh…” He looked over at Hayato, his confused expression soon turning into one of horror, panic and disbelief. “I've never seen nii-chan laughing…” 

There was a unison gasp that filled the nursery and Ryuuichi chuckled as Kamitani hit his little brother on the head, making him cry. Ryuuichi shook his head, seeing the sadness in the kids' eyes. Kotarou was just influenced by it, but Ryuuichi knew he couldn't care less about this whole ordeal. 

“Hayato-niichama…” Kirin said with teary eyes, “... doesn't know how to laugh?” 

“I do know how to laugh,” Hayato answered. “You guys are really not that funny.” 

Another loud gasp filled the nursery and this time tears streamed down the kids’ rounded and flushed cheeks, except for Kotarou. 

“Hayato-niichama hates us!” Kirin cried, hugging her giraffe. 

“Kamita hates us?” Takuma sobbed, looking at Kazuma who was already crying as if something really bad had happened. 

“Stupid nii-chan!” Kata yelled, snot and tears and drool running down his face. “I hate you too!”

Ryuuichi sighed, looking at Hayato. “Kamitani…”

“What? I didn't say I hate them,” Hayato said calmly. “I just said they're not funny.” 

Another wave of cries made Ryuuichi’s ears ring and he rubbed his forehead softly, Kotarou standing by his side, his little hand resting against Ryuuichi's leg. 

“Now, now, everyone,” Ryuuichi tried to make the kids stop crying. “There are people who are difficult to make laugh, but it's not your fault.”

“It's their fault for not being fun-” Ryuuichi pressed his hand against Kamitani’s mouth to shut him up. 

“Everyone, what do you think could make Hayato laugh?” He asked cheerfully. 

“Funny faces!” Kirin said, her eyes still teary as she tried to make a funny expression to make Hayato laugh, of course, that didn't work at all and Kirin cried again. 

“A funny dance!” Kata wiggled in a rather funny way, Ryuuichi had to admit, but Hayato only found it annoying, making his baby brother cry again. 

“Pirouettes!” Takuma cheered, his little round body trying to do a flip, but he rolled sideways, although he looked very proud of himself when he finished. At least this time Hayato clapped, but his expression was just as serious as always. 

Needless to say Kazuma didn't do any better, he started crying as soon as he looked at Kamitani. 

Ryuuichi sighed, gently rubbing Kazuma’s back. “Can't you at least try to smile?” He whispered to Hayato. 

Hayato shook his head. “Why should I fake it?”

Ryuuichi sighed again, nodding softly. “Yes, yes. You're right.” 

He looked at the children, all except Kotarou were sobbing and sniffling softly. Ryuuichi couldn't help but have a small smile on his lips, feeling a little bad about their situation. Even himself had a hard time making Hayato laugh, the only thing that usually worked was- oh! 

His face beamed as a bright smile pulled at his lips. “I have an idea! Everyone, come here!”

The kids gathered close to him and away from Hayato. 

“I know how we can make Kamitani laugh,” he whispered so only the children could hear him. “We should tickle him!”

The children beamed and covered their mouths to giggle quietly. 

“Shh~ Kotarou and I will get Kamitani's feet, the rest of you can either tickle his tummy or sides, got it?” He asked with a smile, poking Kirin's tummy and Kazuma's side, causing the babies to giggle sweetly. 

“Okay, are you ready?” They all nodded in excitement, especially Kirin, Taka and Takuma. Ryuuichi chuckled, standing up. “Okay, then… Attack!” He said, pointing at Hayato who looked amusingly confused, an eyebrow arched as he watched all the babies launching at him, successfully pushing him back onto the floor. 

“Wha- ack!” Hayato twisted as little fingers wiggled and spidered up and down his sides and stomach. 

He squirmed and gasped, but no laughter came from his trembling lips, only threats: “Taka! This- haa! This was… your stupid id-dea, right?!” He growled, trying to push Kirin's hands wiggling against his stomach.

“It was not!” Taka said, squeezing his big brother's side perhaps a bit too harshly, causing Hayato to grunt. 

“It was actually my idea,” Ryuuichi chirped as he straddled Kamitani's shins.

Hayato widened his eyes, raising his head to look at his classmate pinning his feet with a mischievous grin, Kotarou sitting right beside him. 

“D-Don't you d-dare, Kash-shima!” He warned, but Ryuuichi's grin only widened as he looked back at his feet, holding Kamitani's ankles firmly. 

“Go on, Kotarou,” he said happily and Kotarou’s tiny fingers wiggled against Hayato's soles. 

Hayato whined, trying to break free from Ryuuichi's grip and from all those little hands touching his weak spots. Up until that point, he had held his laughter in very well, but it all came crashing down when Ryuuichi's gentle fingers wiggled just below his toes. His blunt nails scratching at the soft skin covered with his socks, the texture of the fabric only adding to the maddening sensation. 

Ryuuichi chuckled when Hayato finally laughed brightly, squirming even more as he desperately curled his toes. Now that his laughter was flowing freely from his mouth, the children's little fingers seemed to have a greater effect. Kirin's fingers wiggling right in the center of his stomach, Taka's pinches on his left side, (which were already a little more gentle after Kirin scolded him), and Takuma’s playful pokes to his right side, (Kazuma simply watched with teary eyes, gripping Takuma's shirt), made Hayato squeal embarrassingly loud and giggle brightly. 

“Ryuu-niichama! Ryuu-niichama!” Kirin called and Ryuuichi looked back over his shoulder with a smile. “We are making Hayato-niichama laugh!” She said excitedly. 

Takuma, “Kamita laugh!”

Taka, “take this, nii-chan!” 

Ryuuichi chuckled softly, looking up at Hayato's bright smile and pink cheeks. It was truly a shame Kamitani didn't laugh more, he looked pretty cute– cute?!

Kashima cleared his throat, looking back at Kamitani's feet as he blushed.

“Nii-cha sick?” Kotarou asked worriedly, noticing Ryuuichi's pink cheeks. 

“A-Ah, no no! N-No, don't worry about it, let's just keep tickling Kamitani, okay?” He said hurriedly and Kotarou simply let out a soft ‘uhn!’, listening to his nii-cha’s words. 

Hayato's laughter filled up the room, little tears wetting his eyelashes as he pleaded for mercy. Ryuuichi thought this was a good time to stop. 

“Okay, okay, everyone,” he said, clapping his hands to get the children's attention, they looked at him with bright eyes and adorable smiles. “I think Kamitani had enough for today, let's stop now, okay?” 

The children did what they were told, giggling as they saw Kamitani collapsing on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Ryuuichi also pulled away, not before teasingly swiping a finger up Hayato's sole, making him squeal and jerk his foot away in response. 

He chuckled as he kneeled beside Hayato and the kids. “Everything alright there, Kamitani?” 

Hayato took a deep breath, wiping his tears away as he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked at the kids with an angry expression.

“Oi…” They all flinched, trying to hide behind Kotarou. “I'll give y'all chocolate chip cookies if you help me get Kashima back.” 

Ryuuichi widened his eyes, gasping as he raised his arms. “N-no! Everyone, I don't-” 

The kids giggled and quickly charged for Ryuuichi, pushing him back onto the soft floor, tickling his tummy and sides as Kamitani grabbed his feet, returning the favor. 

Ryuuichi's laughter echoed through the room and all the way out in the hall. Usai suddenly slid the door open and stepped in with a very happy Midori-chan. 

“Oh, are we tickling Ryuuichi again?” He teased with a smirk. 

“Usahahahai-sahahan! Hehehelp me!” Ryuuichi cackled, trying to gently push the kids away. 

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Midori chirped, her little arms reaching out towards the mess of limbs and tickles. 

“No, I can't,” Usai said. “Our cute Midori-chan wants to join~ try not to kick too hard, okay?” 

Well... Ryuuichi didn't think it would end like this, but hearing the laughter of the children and even Hayato's chuckles, was more than worth it! 

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About commission

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Mouse hole | Kambe Daisuke & Sato Haru

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: it's been ages since I watched this anime and I didn't even finish it fkdnfkfnf but I hope I made them justice and you enjoy this one, Maaaax mwah 💕

Summary: Daisuke likes to badmouth Haru's house, but he's a sensitive man... In more than one way.

Words: 1.9k

This wasn't supposed to be happening. They were just having a good time with a few beers, (Haru), chatting about this and that at Haru’s home. However, without warning, the atmosphere turned tense and both men got caught up in an argument, unable to stop their words before they started saying hurtful things at each other. 

“It's not my fault you live in this mediocre mouse hole," Daisuke said, his tone a little too cold and condescending as he crossed his arms and looked away from Haru.

Haru couldn't help but feel upset. He thought he'd grown used to Kambe's hurtful comments, but he was sorely mistaken. It still affected him, perhaps a bit too much, especially when Kambe felt the need to remind Haru of their financial differences. 

Haru never really minded the size of his own house. It was true, it wasn't the biggest house, but it was his home, somewhere he could return to when the days were too long and tiring. A place where he could have a meal and a drink and a bed to sleep. 

Who gave Kambe the right to talk about Haru's house like that? Why would a kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth come and comment on anything about his house? The audacity to disrespect Haru while wearing his clothes, eating his food and drinking his water. 

Haru started to feel less tipsy than he was angry, but he still knew he wouldn't be able to formulate words to fight Kambe. So he just pouted, hugging his knees to his chest, as if subconsciously trying to make more room for Kambe so he would stop badmouthing his home. He turned his head away to avoid looking into his eyes. 

Silence filled the room, the only sound that could be heard was their breathing and Haru taking sips of his beer. He could feel Kambe's eyes on him, studying him, and when Haru glanced at him from the corner of his eye, he was almost sure he saw a hint of regret in his eyes. It could have just been the light, though.

“Listen,” Kambe said with a sigh. “I-,” he sighed again and Haru was almost sure Daisuke would groan at any moment. “I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have said that… It was dumb…” 

Haru wanted to accept the apology, after all he had also been saying some not very nice things about Kambe, but that apology struck him as fake and in his current state, (drunk), it almost sounded as if Kambe was making fun of him.

“I'm serious,” Kambe mumbled. “You know I'm serious.” 

Now it was Haru who wanted to groan. His pout became more prominent as did the frown on his brow. He took another swig of beer and tossed the can somewhere across the room while grabbing and opening another, taking a long sip, as if he wanted to gather the strength to speak again… but no words came out of his mouth. 

Kambe had not only offended his house, his home, he had also trampled on his pride and one did not recover easily from that. Wasn't it only fair that Haru made him beg a little longer? A second or third, (more sincere), apology would surely convince him. 

“Kato, listen, I-” 

“Kato Haru. 30 years old. Day of birth May 2nd. Blood type A.” 

Haru looked up as HEUSC spoke over Kambe’s voice. Materialized in front of Kambe, who looked as surprised as Haru, was a green screen with the silhouette of a man right in the center, flanked by Haru's personal information. It was only then that Haru realized, with a jolt of surprise, that the silhouette was his own. 

He frowned in confusion, struggling to understand the words that, from his perspective, appeared to be written in reverse. What on earth possessed HEUSC to share his personal information? And what was the meaning of those strange yellow markings on the silhouette of his body?  

“What are you doing, Kambe?” He asked, his words a bit slurred. 

Daisuke shook his head. “HEUSC is acting on its own. I'm not-"

“Kato Haru,” HEUSC repeated. “Member of the Modern Crime Prevention Task Force's Metropolitan Police Department. Hobbies and skills include judo and self-cooking to save money.” 

Haru blushed. “Hey! That's not-” 

“Physical weakness: tickling.” HEUSC's monotonous voice said and Haru widened his eyes. 

Daisuke's eyes also widened slightly as another green screen appeared before him. Haru leaned closer to see it was a zoom in of the upper part of his silhouette, the yellow markings seemed to pulsate as if signaling a target. Haru frowned depended and his eyes widened in alarm as his heart skipped a beat within his chest. No… those markings… HEUSC wouldn't- 

“Kato Haru's body exhibits heightened sensitivity in the following areas in the torso: armpits, ribcage, waist, and hips,” HEUSC said, the yellow areas turning to red as another screen appeared before Kambe, showing Haru's silhouette from hips to feet. “Additionally, inner thighs, back of the knees, and feet have been identified as sensitive areas in Kato Haru's lower body.”

Haru gasped, suddenly feeling sober as his cheeks flushed red. “HEUSC, stop! What the hell are you-” 

“Data extraction from Kato Haru's childhood files reveals an episode where anger was triggered by a friend, resulting in the administration of a tickling game as a calming measure.” 

Haru was dumbfounded. “How the hell do you know- what do you mean ‘childhood files’-!”

“Behavioral analysis reveals that Kato Haru exhibits a high affinity for tickling, indicating a strong positive emotional association. Categorizing it as a preferred sensory experience.” 

Silence fell over the room once again, Haru couldn't even hear his own breathing as he tried to understand what had happened. How did HEUSC know—no, why was it saying all that?!

Haru tried to say something, but he could only open and close his mouth a couple of times, he was speechless. 

“Are you saying…” Kambe started and Haru flinched when their eyes met, the smirk on Kambe’s face was not adorable at all. “That to make Kato happy again, I must tickle him?” 

“No!”

“Affirmative, high probability,” HEUSC said, all screens disappearing at once. 

“That is not at all correct!” Haru nearly squeaked, his face impossibly red as he eyed Daisuke. “Why did HEUSC say all of that?! And how the hell did it know about- don't you even dare!” 

Daisuke looked like a wild animal about to pounce on its prey. Haru tried to get up, but Kambe was faster. The detective grabbed him by the ankle, causing Haru to fall against the wooden floor with a loud thud, and dragged him until he could trap his feet in an arm lock. 

Haru gasped, his lips trembling in a stupid smile of anticipation. “I swear! If you dare to touch me, I'll- hahahaha! I fuhuhucking hahahate you!” 

Haru squeaked as helpless peals of laughter poured out of his lips while Kambe's fingers skittered up and down his socked soles. With almost terrifying precision, Daisuke's fingers wiggled under Haru's toes, nearly driving him crazy with laughter only after a couple of seconds.

Haru squirmed like a worm, trying to free his legs from Daisuke's grip, but damn was that trust fund kid strong. He somehow managed to tickle both his feet with just one hand and leave Haru nearly cackling. 

“K-Kahahambe! I'm seheherious! No! Dohohon't you dahahare! Plehehehase!” He begged as he felt Kambe pulling off one of his socks.

Haru curled his toes tightly to prevent him from pulling the sock off completely, but Daisuke only needed to tickle his bare arch to have his toes spreading in ticklish desperation, making the sock fall in a second. 

“What's more ticklish?” Daisuke asked, his deep voice with a hint of playfulness and teasing that made Haru shiver. “With the sock on or off? On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.” He mumbled, jumping from one foot to the other. Haru pounded his fist against the floor, tears of laughter already clinging to his lashes. 

“Ohohohoff! You bahahastard, I'm- nohot the tohohohes! Ahahaha!” His legs shook as he wrapped one arm around his sore stomach. “Kahahambe, I swehehear- ahahaha!” 

He could not continue speaking because Kambe had left his feet to straddle his shins and use his thumbs to massage that muscle on the back of Haru's knees. 

Haru jolted, nearly laughing his head off as his feet kicked against the floor. Kambe was merciless, pinching and rubbing the spot as if he did that all day, every day.

Haru had really forgotten how ticklish he was. It had been a long time since someone had tickled him, and that moment in his life that HEUSC had mentioned had been almost completely forgotten. 

Almost was the key word. He never forgot the times he was tickled and that was because, no matter how embarrassing it felt to admit it even to himself, he loved being tickled. Not only did it feel good, somehow, in his skin, but it also made him feel... warm. The thought that someone wanted to make him laugh made him feel loved… but that wasn't something he was going to admit to Kambe. 

So he would just laugh and act like he really hated it, knowing very well that he couldn't make a fool of Daisuke. 

“HEUSC was right, huh?” Daisuke said, scribbling the back of Haru's knees, making him shriek with laughter. “Next spot was…” 

Haru blushed, thankful that Daisuke didn't tickle his inner thighs and instead moved higher to get his hips. He bucked and suddenly thought that spot was just as terribly embarrassing as his inner thighs. 

“Kahahahambe!” He laughed out, growing a little weak. “Dohohon't!” 

Daisuke actually chuckled, not maliciously, to Haru's surprise. “Do you forgive me?” 

Haru laughed, pressing his face against the floor as Daisuke pinched his hips. “Y-Your ahahapology is nohohot- AHAHAHA!” He cackled, his arms pressing against his sides as he felt Daisuke's hands squeezing and wiggling against his waist 

“Do you forgive me?” Kambe repeated. 

“Yohohou’re a pahaha- AHAHAHA! N-Nohoho, plehehehase!” Now those wiggling fingers moved to his ribcage, playing with each bone carefully, pulling out the strongest cackle out of Haru he could muster. “Fihihine! FIHIHIHINE!” He laughed, tears of mirth streaming down his face. 

“I fohohorgive yohohou! I FOHOHORGIVE yohohou!” He cackled, squirming weakly and nearly sobbing as Daisuke tickled him for a bit more, spearing his poor armpits. 

“Thank you,” Daisuke said, stopping the tickling and moving off the other. Haru collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily with a silly smile on his face. “I'm truly sorry.” 

Haru looked at him through tears and saw the sincerity in Daisuke's eyes. He sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. 

“I won't invite you ever again if you say something like that again,” Haru said, sitting up once he had calmed down.

Daisuke also rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips. “It's not that I want to be- 

“Kambe Daisuke's body exhibits heightened sensitivity in the following areas–” 

“HEUSC!” Kambe shrieked, covering his earring to shut the butler.

Haru laughed and launched at him, wrestling his arm down. 

“Keep talking, HEUSC! Keep talking!” 

It seemed that Haru's small house was big enough for two grown men to roll around and laugh on the floor. Well, after all… without those elevated shoes, Daisuke looked like the owner of that mouse hole! 

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Hey is the joint com thing still open?

Hello! Omg what is joint com? You mean joint commission with ppy? In that case yes! We still have two slots open ^^

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Tickets and Tickles | Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: Another one for amazing and kind and lovely and cute Maaaax ❤️ hope you enjoy this one as well! So happy to see Yamaguchi and reader finally taking the next step ddidndkdkddkdn

Summary: You bought tickets for a volleyball game as a surprise gift for Yamaguchi!

Words: 2k

Your backpack felt heavy, like you were carrying an anvil, but in reality it was just two tickets to a volleyball game you had just bought. A volleyball game that Yamaguchi really wanted to go to. You weren't going to lie, the tickets were a little more expensive than you thought and the pinch you had to give to your savings was big, but that had been forgotten when you thought about the expression Yamaguchi would make when giving them to him. 

He'd been talking about that game for weeks. You were always happy to hear him ramble about it, and when you saw that longing expression on his face, you knew immediately you'd do anything to be able to take him there. Now those tickets lay between the pages of your English notebook, waiting to be revealed in the afternoon when Yamaguchi and you were on your way home after school. You had planned everything carefully: getting the tickets, inviting Yamaguchi to a sleepover at your house on Friday afternoon, giving him the tickets, and going to the game together the next day.

The perfect plan, no doubt, yet you couldn't understand why you were so nervous. You knew perfectly well Yamaguchi would love this surprise—were you just ridiculously excited? Your heart was pounding, your cheeks slightly flushed due to the accelerated flow of blood. The walk to school was endless, and upon entering your classroom, you felt like you were walking with the same hand and foot, you probably were. 

Yamaguchi was already there and your heart leaped with excitement as you saw him approaching you with that bright smile of his.

“Good morning!” he said your name so… nicely.

The noise of your classmates' conversations seemed to fade away as you focused solely on Yamaguchi. He led you to your desk, right in front of his. 

“G-Good morning, Tadashi,” you stuttered, avoiding his eyes and hanging your backpack next to your desk. “H-How are you doing?” 

Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow and your heart raced even faster as he narrowed his eyes, studying you closely. 

“What's the matter?” He asked, taking a step closer to you, causing you to step back in response. 

“W-What? Nothing! I- ah, good morning, Kei!” Tsukishima, who had been watching the scene with disinterest, raised a hand and placed his headphones back over his ears, bobbling his head at the rhythm of the music he was listening to. 

A sudden poke to your side made you jump and gasp, looking at Yamaguchi who looked at you curiously. 

“You're hiding something.” Another poke and this time you couldn't help but giggle softly as you flinched away. “What is it?” 

“I'm- I'm not-” another poke, “Tahadashi! I'm serious, I don't-

“Good morning, class. Everyone take your seat, please.” 

The shuffling of seats filled the room as all the students greeted the teacher. You shot one more glance at Yamaguchi before sitting down as well and reaching for your notebook. You almost couldn't hold back a squeal when you felt a squeeze on your waist. Your arm immediately moved to your side, and you quickly glanced at the teacher who, luckily for you, was turned away writing an equation on the board.

You looked back at Yamaguchi, your eyes clearly saying 'behave yourself, we're in class!', but maybe it was because of your blushing cheeks that Yamaguchi ignored you and kept pinching your waist and poking your ribs every time the teacher turned around. 

Your face was so red, it was hard not to notice and unfortunately for you, the teacher noticed it too. He called your last name and you jumped a little. 

“Are you feeling sick?” He asked, concerned. “You can go to the infirmary if you need to.”

You shook your head. “I'm alright, thank you, just a little hot. I'm sorry.” 

The professor nodded, unconvinced, but returned his gaze to his textbook, explaining the math problem. Yamaguchi lightly touched your shoulder. 

“I'm sorry~,” he whispered sincerely, and you smiled slightly, letting out a sigh while nodding. There was no way you could be upset with him

After that, Yamaguchi behaved himself throughout the day and didn't bother you as much during class, except for a little pinch here and a gentle poke there. However, he did keep insisting all day that he knew something wasn't right, he said he wasn't sure what it was, but there was something very strange about you that day.

His words only made you more nervous, making you look even more suspicious in his eyes. At lunch, Yamaguchi tickled you until you spilled juice on the table, Tsukishima scolded you two and said that if you didn't stay still, he would make you do it. The games were over, but Yamaguchi kept insisting, he already knew you even better than you knew yourself. 

By the last class, your sides were aching from stifled laughter, and you sighed with relief when the final bell of the day rang. A wide smile spread across your face as you slung your backpack over your shoulder and gave it a little pat. You were almost ready to give the tickets to Yamaguchi! You could hardly wait! What kind of face would he make? Would he cry? You laughed to yourself, gasping a little when you felt a small poke on your cheek. 

“Ready to go?” Yamaguchi asked, smiling so brightly at you. 

You nodded. “Ready! See you on Monday, Kei!” 

He smiled softly and nodded, “Mn. Until Monday. Have a good weekend.” 

You waved goodbye at him as you walked to the lockers with Yamaguchi, leaving your shoes and then finally walking out of the school's gates. On the way, Yamaguchi took the opportunity to talk about the game once more, as if he hadn't talked about it for the past week, but you didn't care. You enjoyed listening to him. 

You both walked slowly, enjoying the afternoon as you chatted, and the tickets in your backpack seemed to vibrate, but it was probably just you. You both arrived at your house too quickly, taking your shoes off at the entrance, heading to your room. 

Should you give them to him now or later? You thought carefully. Maybe later would be better? But what if he needs to prepare? So now? But what if- 

“Gotcha!” 

“Aack!” You squealed as you were suddenly pushed backward onto your bed. You fell with a small gasp and looked up at Yamaguchi, blushing as he straddled you. “T-Tadashi?! What are you- ahahaha! No! Nohoho, plehehehase! Not tihihickling! Why?!” 

Yamaguchi giggled softly. “Because you refuse to tell me what's up with you,” he said, his hands squeezing up and down your ticklish sides, causing you to laugh and squirm. “I know you're up to something and you don't want to tell me. Now, spill the beans!” 

You laughed and writhed underneath him, shrieking and squeaking as he tickled all of your weak spots. Your hands were kind of useless, flailing as you tried to catch his, but he moved too fast or you too slow. His fingers left your sides only to sneak under your shirt and tickle your bare stomach. 

“Tahahahadashi! Stahahahap!” You laughed, cackling a little as he clawed at the middle of your stomach, his fingers digging firmly but gently into the muscles. Your hands closed around his arms, trying to push them away, and Yamaguchi clicked his tongue. 

“These pesky hands!” he growled playfully, holding your hands and shoving them underneath his knees, pinning them. “Much better.”

You shook your head, laughing loudly as he resumed the tickling on your belly. “Ahahaha! Nohohot fahahair!” 

Yamaguchi giggled. “Nuh-uh, what's unfair is that you're hiding things from me! I am your best friend! I need to know everything!” He laughed at his own words, fingers quickly clawing up to your ribs, raising your shirt on the way, exposing more of your sensitive skin. 

You let out a burst of laughter, arching your back as he rubbed at your ticklish ribs. 

“You know exactly where I'm going, right?” He asked with a huge grin and you shrieked with laughter. 

“PLEHEHEHASE! Nohoho, nohot thehere!” You begged, cackling again when his fingers moved to the back of your ribs. “Hohohold ohohon!” 

“What?” He asked. “Ready to talk?” 

You shook your head. “Dohohon't tihickle my ahaharmpihits!” 

“Tickle your armpits? Okay!” 

“AHAHAHA! I HAHATE YOU!” 

Yamaguchi laughed. “Nah, you don't, but your underarms probably do- tickle tickle tickle~” 

You laughed, cackled, screamed with laughter as he tickled your armpits mercilessly. His fingers wiggled and dug right into the hollow, making you snort ridiculously loud. Happy tears glistened on your lashes as Yamaguchi opened his legs a bit more, causing your arms to also spread out slightly, giving him more room to tickle your poor armpits. 

“TAHAHAHADASHI!” 

“Yes~? I'm right here! Are you ready to talk?” He giggled, pinching the sensitive skin and making your laughter turn breathless. “Oho~ someone's very ticklish right here!” 

This wasn't part of the plan! How come you were squirming around, giggling like a fool while Yamaguchi tickled you?! Was it fun? Yes. But it was ruining everything you had planned up to that point! The surprise— 

“Wait! WAHAHAHAIT!” You laughed out in cheerful panic when Yamaguchi grabbed one of your wrists from under his knee and brought it over your head to tickle your armpits better. “Fihihine! Fine, I'll tehehell you! Plehehehase!” 

Yamaguchi chuckled. “Let's hear you first, and I'll decide if I let you go.” 

You try to catch your breath, trying to calm down the residual giggles and the soft twitches of your body. 

“I… I…,” your cheeks flushed even more. “I got you tickets for that volleyball game you've been talking about…” 

Yamaguchi widened his eyes. “... You're lying.”

You shook your head. “Let me show you,” you mumbled sheepishly, looking down at your almost bare torso. 

Yamaguchi quickly got off you and helped you sit up. You stood up from the bed and walked to your backpack, pulling out your English notebook and then the tickets before walking back to him. 

“Here,” you said with a warm smile, lending him the tickets. “You and I. Tomorrow.” 

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened even more, his hands trembling slightly as he grabbed the tickets from your hand. He looked at them incredulously, reading the information on them over and over as his cheeks, (and his whole face), turned crimson and his mouth dropped open.

You chuckled softly and the sound made him look up at you, his eyes finding your bright smile and your sweet eyes. “Are you happy?” 

“Th-Thank you-” he said breathlessly, getting up from the bed and cupping your cheeks between his hands. Your eyes widened, your breath hitching in your chest as his face came closer to yours, his soft lips pressing against yours in a sweet, chaste, loving kiss. 

You both were kissing. You were kissing! His lips against yours, kissing! This was your first kiss! How many times have you imagined this exact moment? Feeling guilty for having these kinds of feelings toward Yamaguchi, your best friend of all people… But he also liked you? Did he like you too? Or did he just not know how to express his gratitude? But would you kiss someone like that just to say thank you? 

You held your breath, your cheeks as red as Yamaguchi's as you closed your eyes and leaned into the tender kiss, making Yamaguchi jolt a little, as if he had just realized what he had just done.

He pulled apart rather quickly, gasping when he fell back against the bed and you blinked, flustered to your core. 

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean- no, wait, I actually did mean it but– I was- you are- what-” 

You laughed softly. “I like you, Tadashi,” you said sheepishly, smiling tenderly at him, letting yourself look at him with almost adoration. 

Yamaguchi gasped softly, looking at you with surprise in his eyes, surprise that softened to love. “Are you serious?” he asked, standing up again and cupping your cheeks one more time. “I'm- I- I also like you very much,” he whispered and you smiled wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you. 

“What should we do now?” You ask in a whisper as well, your nose nuzzling his. 

Yamaguchi let out a soft sound, something like a whimper as he nuzzles you back. “We should… get in a relationship and… kiss one more time.” 

“Hmm~ yeah, I think I like the sound of that, boyfriend,” you said, giggling as his breath hitched and he pressed his lips against yours again, almost desperately. 

“Thank you,” he said, pulling apart slowly, “for the tickets, but above all, for reciprocating my feelings.” Yamaguchi smiled, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks. 

You smiled as well, little tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. “Oh, you're so corny,” you said and you both started to laugh about it before sharing another kiss and another and one more. 

After all, you both were in a relationship. 

Who would have thought that tickets to a volleyball game would make you confess your love for each other? You were really grateful to yourself for having made that decision. 

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Jelly | Gaming, Aether & Wanderer

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: big thanks to my always special and loyal commissioner MWAH MAX 💕 Thank you for your endless support and patience! I hope you enjoy thiiis 💖

Summary: The jealousy bug has bitten Aether! Luckily, his friends are there for him!

Words: 2.1k

The Serenitea Pot was exactly that, a heaven of serenity.

A sanctuary that Aether had carefully created for Paimon and himself. After their exhausting missions and adventures, they could unwind in this small realm, surrounded by peace and tranquility. It was a safe space where Aether could hide when he didn't feel like traveling, fighting, or seeing anyone at all. A place where he could feel a little down and miss his sister without anyone looking at him with pity in their eyes. 

It was also a happy place. A place where all his friends from across Teyvat could visit and hang out with him, drinking tea and just chatting and enjoying time together. This time, he had invited Gaming and Wanderer to a picnic in his stunning garden.

Wanderer, having visited his Serenitea Pot multiple times before, seemed unfazed, but Gaming, Man Chai, and Mini Durin were impressed, showering Aether with praise and inflating his ego. 

Aether had prepared, (with Paimon’s help, who was rewarded with five sandwiches), a special picnic area. A blanket was spread out on the grass and there was so much food, snacks and candy from different parts of Teyvat that there was barely any room to sit down. As they settled in as they could, Man Chai and Mini Durin started running around, chasing each other playfully. Meanwhile, Aether couldn't help but worry... how would Wanderer and Gaming interact? 

Aether was well aware that they were complete opposites and that Wanderer wasn't exactly the most patient person in Teyvat. However, their pets happened to be the perfect icebreaker. Before he knew it, Gaming and Wanderer were engrossed in conversation, bonding over their experiences with Man Chai and Mini Durin.

Gaming laughed, “Man Chai is always so bright in the morning! Always enjoys waking me up!” 

Wanderer rolled his eyes with a groan. “Mini Durin as well. It's so terribly annoying,” he said, but anyone could see the affection for the dragon in his eyes. “And he eats like he's feeding a small army!” 

Gaming snorted, almost spilling his drink. He coughed a bit, laughing softly. “Man Chai as well!” 

Aether watched them awkwardly, struggling to find a way to join in their conversation. Just as he thought there was a chance to change the subject, one in which Aether could also participate, the two creatures dashed towards their respective owners. 

“Man Chai!” Gaming giggled, gently nudging the little lion onto the blanket, and showering him with scratches in his tummy. Man Chai responded with adorable huffing sounds that Aether could only assume was some kind of laughter. 

“Wanderer~” Mini Durin squealed in delight as Wanderer's fingers wiggled under his chin. Mini Durin kicked his little legs, his wings flapping about as he giggled happily in Wanderer's lap. 

Aether watched the adorable scene unfold before him, and he should have felt happy, delighted that his friends were having so much fun with their pets, right in that place that he had worked so hard for, but... why was he feeling so grumpy?

Aether knew the answer perfectly, but he flatly refused to admit it. It was something extremely stupid and ridiculously embarrassing, and yet, he felt that sensation that made his blood boil and caused his stomach to twist in discomfort…

He was jealous. 

Jealous of a mini dragon and a little lion that looked like a suanni. Jealous because his friends seemed to be having a blast, bonding over their pets while he was left out. Wasn't that a little unfair? Aether had been running here and there in Natlan, he was tired and wanted to sleep for five days straight. Instead, he'd decided to invite his friends over for a fun gathering, but it seemed they were the only ones having a good time. 

Aether knew he was being ridiculous, irrational. Acting like a spoiled child, but he couldn't stop himself from pouting as he nibbled on a sandwich. He should've let Paimon stay; at least she loved being the center of his attention. 

As he nibbled on some fruit and chips, he tried to ignore Gaming and Wanderer's conversation about whose pet was the most ticklish. ‘Trying’ was the key word here. His curiosity was so strong, he found himself listening, pretending to inspect a flower near him. 

“What. Wanderer, are you even seeing how much Man Chai is kicking around?” Gaming asked with a soft laugh as he scratched the lion's belly.

Wanderer huffed, “Are you listening how much Mini During is laughing?” he counterattacked, his fingers wiggling gently under the dragon’s chin, making him giggle brightly.

Aether let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Who cared which pet was more ticklish, anyway? Certainly, not him. He let out a sigh, his own behavior was making him feel ashamed. He suddenly thought that his friends would really hate him if they knew the thoughts he was having at that moment. 

He knew he shouldn't feel that way and he scolded himself strictly, trying to seem the same vibrant and kind person he always was, watching the scene with a small smile on his lips that didn't reach his eyes. But he couldn't hold on for long and his gaze drifted away from the scene in front of him. 

He looked over a small fountain in his garden, he watched the water fall and somehow made him feel more relaxed. He heard Mini Durin and Man Chai escaping their owners' playful ministrations and they started to run around them, playing catch. 

Aether blinked, his mind suddenly drifting far away, his expression turning a little sad as the memory of his sister's smiling face filled his mind. The chirping of the birds, the running water, the soft whisper of the wind, everything was slowly fading away, he almost didn't hear Wanderer's voice when he spoke to him.

“What's wrong?” Wanderer had asked, but Aether didn't answer, thinking he was talking to Gaming until he felt a soft touch on his knee that brought him back to the two in front of him. 

“Oh, s-sorry,” he apologized, his cheeks blushing pink. “What did you say?” 

Wanderer arched an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression clearly annoyed after Aether ignored him. Gaming, on the other hand, looked at Aether with a soft smile, concern in his eyes. 

“I said,” Wanderer started through gritted teeth. “What is wrong?” 

Aether blinked, shaking his head a little. “Nothing's wrong.” 

Wanderer’s eyebrow twitched. “Okay,” he sighed in exasperation. “Let me rephrase that: why are you jealous?”

Aether's eyes widened, his cheeks turning crimson as he watched the other two. His mouth opened and closed like that of a fish. He didn't know what to say, he didn't really think they were looking at him to notice his feelings. Was he being really too obvious?

“I'm not-” he started, but was promptly interrupted. 

“You are, traveler,” Gaming said with that soft smile that made Aether feel somehow guilty.

He had never felt so humiliated in his whole life. Aether looked away, incapable of meeting their eyes as he thought of something to say, but his brain couldn't form any coherent thoughts, too overwhelmed after being caught red-handed. 

“It's not that hard to say you want tickles, is it?” Wanderer asked and Aether's eyes widened even more as he looked over at him, the warmth of his cheeks spreading down to his neck. Wanderer was looking at him with a grin. “Hit the nail, huh?” 

“That's not-” he was interrupted again. 

“So traveler wants to be tickled too?” Gaming asked with wide, excited eyes. “That's why he's upset? Let's tickle him then!” 

“N-No! That's not what I want, you are- ahahahaha! Nohoho!” His sweet laughter filled the air as Gaming pounced on him, gently nudging him against the grass just like he did with Man Chai, and tickling his belly with both hands. 

Aether laughed brightly, squirming and trying to push Gaming's hands away, but he was too weak, incapacitated by the tickles. And he didn't want it to stop either, at least not yet. 

He felt a rush of happy sensations washing over him like a tidal wave. The heaviness of his heart dissipated as Gaming reassured him with kind words. 

“Traveler, if you wanted to play too, you should've just said so!” 

Aether whined, but a burst of laughter escaped his lips when fingers started to pinch and squeeze his hip bone. His laughter turned more frantic as he twisted from side to side. 

“Oh poor thing,” Wanderer teased with a grin, his hand latched to Aether's hip. “Were you jealous because Gaming and I were talking and you were left out?” 

Gaming gasped, “is that so, Traveler?!” he asked  in genuine concern, making Aether flush even more. “I'm so sorry! Aaah, how could I be so disconsidered?!”

Wanderer chuckled, his other hand latching against Aether's other hip, making him shriek with laughter. “I guess we were very disconsidered, right?” He asked, half-joking and half-serious. “How could we ignore our host in his own home?” 

“N-No! N-Nohoho! AHAHAHA, wahahait!” They were right, but Aether was also at fault and he knew it. There was no need for him to act like a kid, but he did and he knew he should apologize, but he couldn't at the moment. 

He felt his heart fluttering, so embarrassingly happy that his two dear friends were making him laugh and validated, (in their own way), his feelings. He laughed brightly, barely trying to stop them as his hips and tummy were under attack. 

Wanderer and Gaming chuckled softly, watching Aether squirm like a little worm under their tickling. 

Gaming giggled softly. “Traveler truly is ticklish, who do you think is more ticklish, Wanderer?” He asked with a bright smile as if Aether wasn't losing his mind as Gaming's finger wiggled into his belly button. 

Wanderer chuckled again, pinching Aether's hips in a way that was driving him crazy. 

“That is a good question… I would say… Mini Durin is on the top,” he nodded with a grin.  

“Don't be biased,” Gaming giggled playfully, his fingers wiggling and digging up towards Aether ribcage making him cackle and arch his back, his hands desperately trying to get hold of any of the four hands attacking his sensitive torso. “Traveler is clearly the most ticklish.” 

Traveler was positively dying. Gaming was playing with every one of his ribs, rubbing them with his thumbs as if trying to polish them, viciously trying to get the best cackle out of Aether. To his horror, Wanderer had left his hips only to grab his wrists and pull them above his head, exposing his ultimate worst spot to their tickly fingers. 

“NOHOT THEHERE!” He shrieked, although Wanderer was still fighting Aether's hands underneath his knees and Gaming was still pretty busy playing his ribs like some kind of instrument. 

Wanderer chuckled at his plea and Gaming giggled softly. “What? Where? His armpits?” Wanderer nodded, finally pinning Aether hands with his knees while Aether shook his head, laughing frantically in anticipation. 

“He's so ticklish there,” Wanderer commented almost too nonchalantly an Aether shrieked, arching his back as light fingers scribbled against the bare skin of his arms, his elbows causing him to giggle brightly. 

“He's so ticklish everywhere, though!” Gaming laughed, slowly making his way up Aether's ribs until he was tickling that hypersensitive pair of ribs close to his pits and Aether was in stitches.

“He might be,” Wanderer said, his fingers tortuously walking towards Aether's underarms. “But he's the most ticklish right… here!” 

Aether threw his head back with loud bouts of laughter as Wanderer poked the middle of his armpits, a single finger wiggling and digging into that deliciously ticklish nerve that always made him see stars. Soon after, more fingers joined into the tickle fest, not only Wanderer's, but also Gaming's who had reached that dreadful spot as well. 

Four hands tickled his armpits. Wiggling, digging, poking, prodding and pinching into the soft, tender and so very unprotected spot. 

Aether was nearly choking as he laughed into nearly insanity. Tears of mirth streamed down the sides of his face, snorts, squeals and cackles filling the fresh air. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, even though his legs were kicking desperately and he was pulling at his arms to free them, he felt happy and loved. 

“His face is too red, shall we stop?” Gaming asked with a soft chuckle, seeing that cute expression in Aether's face. 

“He can take a little more,” Wanderer said with a grin. “Right, traveler?” 

Gaming was surprised by the soft nod, but Aether was squealing in delight by the promise of more tickles!

[ticklygiggles]

Out of curiosity, is English your first/native language?

Hello! It's not! It's my second language hehe

[ticklygiggles]

A future together | Kyle Du Vilteon x Joe Heart Rotais

Commissioned by @dirtpie39 | PPYMIA COMCO

A/N: Second Collab with wonderful @ppystkposts always lovely to work together with you~ ❤️ big thanks to our kind commissioner! We hope you enjoy it!

Summary: "You already think of me as your husband?!"

Or, the one where Kyle misunderstands and Joe is a little shit about it.

Words: 3k

The way Kyle's face fell was nothing short of comical, his expression transforming from flustered, (face turned a deep shape of crimson, brow furrowed in distress, eyes widened in embarrassment), to utterly bewildered in a split second. The tension that had once filled the meeting room had long since dissipated, leaving the two of them, lost in their own little world. Kyle was still sitting at the head of the massive table, his current attitude nothing compared to the intimidating emperor-like demeanor he had displayed just a few minutes before. Joe standing right beside him like the loyal knight she was. 

But she blinked and tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Kyle's reaction. 

The Deloah situation was certainly a big deal, but what was his deal? 

“We- we are in love with each other…,” Kyle said, grumbling almost under his breath, his voice trembling in disbelief. “Am- Am I not part of your family yet, honey?" Joe’s eyes widened. Kyle’s flushed face was not the only thing that was making her heart race, but also his words. Did he really just ask that? 

Didn't he know that she wanted him like someone from her family even from the beginning? When he hadn't even started to have feelings for her? When they didn't even exist in the same timeline? 

A soft, tender smile spread across Joe's face, her heart overflowing with warmth and her eyes brimming with love. Kyle's adorableness was a never-ending source of delight for her, growing more pronounced with each passing day. She felt incredibly fortunate to be able to bask in his loveliness every hour, every minute, every second of fhe

Letting out a small laugh, she closed the distance between her and Kyle who was still sitting, and gently pinched his blushing cheeks. “Is that so? Did Kyle think he was already part of my family?” She teased with a bright grin, nearly laughing out loud when she saw Kyle's eyes widen, his mouth drop. 

“Are- Are we not?!” He asked scandalized, looking at Joe with almost desperation. “I thought- w-well… I thought you already… looked at me… like your husband…” 

ACK! Joe nearly collapsed right there and then. That blow was critical! How was Kyle so cute?! Saying that kind of thing like it was nothing, unaware of the way his every word made Joe feel inside: heart skipping beats, butterflies filling her tummy, her imagination going wild!

But she remained with that teasing grin, hoping Kyle wouldn't notice the blush creeping up her cheeks with how flustered he was at the moment. 

Joe chuckled softly. “My husband?” she asked, humming softly as she lifted her hand, curiously looking at her left fingers. “I… don't see a ring here?” She said, showing her ring finger to him. “Do you, honey?” She wiggled her finger and nearly laughed her head off when Kyle grabbed her hand and intently looked at her finger, as if he was stunned by the fact that there was no ring there.

“I- I… do you want to get married now?!” He asked with concern in his voice, and Joe bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Oh, goodness, Kyle was always so easy to tease! 

“Hmm… well, aren't you the one telling me to see you as my family?” she purred, her finger gently tracing his jawline, making him tremble. “Don't tell me… did you imagine us with kids and all? How many? Three?” she chuckled softly as Kyle's cheeks turned bright red.

She had seen right through him, huh? He was simply too cute and teasable for his own good. 

“Oh, Kyle…” she cooed, cupping his cheeks and shaking his head a little. “Are our imaginary kids in your head very cute, lovely? How many of them have your hair? And mine? What do you think would be the combination of our hair colors? I hope you imagined them with your nose~” Joe laughed softly as Kyle covered his flushed face with his hands, refusing to meet her eye.

“What is the matter, honey?” she purred, trying to gently pry Kyle's hands away from his face. “Are you embarrassed right now?” 

“I just thought… you meant…” Kyle began and Joe smiled with a mischievous grin. 

“‘She came after my family’,” Joe repeated her early words with a grin. “You thought I was talking about you?” Kyle nodded his head. “Aw, Kyle~ you're so naughty~” 

“Huh?!” He raised his face from between his hands, quickly finding Joe's eyes. “I’m not!” he exclaimed and Joe giggled. 

“You are! Are you even aware of how babies are made~?” 

Kyle's face turned even redder. His eyes went wide, Joe almost worried they would pop out of his sockets. He looked away, trying to compose himself, but Joe hadn't finished, she had actually just started. She gently poked his red cheeks, making Kyle growl. 

“What is the matter, Your Majesty?” She purred. “I cannot know what you want and need if you don't use your words. Please tell me, are you aware of how babies are made?” 

Joe could see the irritation growing in Kyle's expression, but she wasn't one to gauge danger. Many would say her survival instinct was flawed, but she thought that as long as it was Kyle, the word 'enough' didn't exist. 

Even if it might get her into trouble.

Chuckling to herself, Joe pinched Kyle's blushing cheeks and continued to tease him. “Cat got your tongue, Kyle? Tell me more about that wild imagination of yours,” she said, grinning. “Did you see each other getting married as well? What about growing old together?” 

She didn't really know when to stop until it was too late. Kyle reached out to catch her hand, trying to stop her teasing. But Joe was too quick and she turned with a laugh, dodging his grasp. She tried to run towards the huge wooden doors and escape anything Kyle could do to her, but the emperor stood from his chair and his hand easily closed around her side instead, giving it a squeeze while trying to stop her, and Joe let out a high-pitched squeal.

Both of them froze: Joe taking a step toward the exit and Kyle with his hand clinging to Joe's side. She turned around slowly, her lips trembling as she tried to come up with a poor excuse, something that would distract Kyle long enough to actually make her escape, but when she saw Kyle's expression morphing from surprise to a sly look, she knew she was doomed. 

“Kyle, I- ahahaha! N-No, wait- wahahait! Ahahaha!” He began tickling her, seeking revenge for her endless teasing. 

Joe laughed and squirmed, trying to push the emperor's hand off her side, but he was holding onto her firmly, his other hand latching to her other side, making her shriek and dissolve into louder laughter. 

“Kyle, wahahait!” she laughed, desperately pushing at Kyle's hands, but it was all useless– he was too strong and very determined to punish her and Joe was simply weakened by the sudden tickle attack. 

From all things possible, he had to choose tickling! She didn't know if she should feel grateful for it or not, but while Kyle wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her close to her body as his free hand tickled up and down her side, spidering and squeezing, she knew she was going to suffer a long tickle torture under the emperor's hands. 

“Ohoho, Kyle!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing, because of the laughter or the proximity, she wasn't sure. “Why ahahare- are you huhugging me lihihike this?” she teased between laughter. “C-Could it be thahahat you want to start mahahaking kihihids- AHAHAHA! Hohold on!” she let out a burst of laughter that echoed in the whole meeting room as Kyle's fingers found her ribs, digging into the soft nerves and muscles between them, making Joe shriek and squirm. 

“Even while laughing your head off,” Kyle talked too close to her ear, making her shiver and giggle, “you still are a teasing little girl, huh?” 

Joe giggled brightly, jerking and squirming with her back pressed flush against Kyle's firm chest as much as his arm around her waist allowed, which wasn't much. She tried to run, push his hands away, catch them, simply escape, but Kyle easily lifted her a little off the ground, making her squeal. 

“Y-Yohohou’re so strohohong, Kyle~ AHAHAHA! Plehehase, stohohop tickling me theehehe-! Thehere!” she laughed, her legs kicking out as Kyle's fingers found her hip and dug gently into it, squeezing and pinching the little bone as if his life depended on it. “Kyle! Yohohour Mahahajesty! Why are you dohihing this? Weren't you the ohohone having weird thohohoughts- AHAHAHA! Plehehease!” 

“Stop teasing me!” Kyle whined pitifully, his cheeks flushed bright red and Joe groaned internally, hating the fact she couldn't she the color tinting his fair cheeks for the tickling barely allowed her to function like a proper human being. “I just- just… it's your fault for not speaking properly!” 

“I wahahas talking ahahabout my grahahandpa! Y-You and Ihihi aren't even m-mahahahaha-” She was unable to form any more words when Kyle's fingers reached her stomach, clawing around her belly button. “Stahahap! Plehehease!”

“Say you're sorry and I'll stop,” Kyle commanded, or at least he tried, his voice didn't sound as confident.

Joe didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. She'd reveled in Kyle's embarrassment, and she knew she'd never apologize, mainly because she loved seeing him blush with humiliation. No matter how much he tickled her, she wouldn't apologize.

She shook his head, refusing to give him the satisfaction as she squirmed and laughed while her stomach was mercilessly tickled. Her cheeks were bright red and they were starting to hurt as the tickling continued. 

Her laughter was already starting to sound a little odd to her own ears, a strange combination of loud giggles, squeals, and perhaps a little snort here and there that actually made her feel a bit too embarrassed.

“Why wohohould I behehe sorry? You wehehere the ohohone- no, wahahait!” 

The strong arms embracing her suddenly transformed into a trap, crossing over her chest and allowing Kyle's fingers to dig deep into her armpits, triggering a fit of almost hysterical laughter from Joe, whose legs flailed wildly and accidentally struck Kyle's shin, causing him to grunt in discomfort and lose his footing.

Joe felt Kyle's arm wrap tightly around her waist as he absorbed the impact, dropping to his knees and gently lowering her to the ground. Still reeling from the tickling, her mind foggy and her senses dulled, she was caught off guard when Kyle settled onto her hips, still tickling her sides and armpits. 

Joe cackled, trying to push Kyle off her with one arm, the other trying to prop herself up, but Kyle’s hands suddenly closed around both her wrists and lifted them high above her head, gently pushing her back against the floor. 

She widened her eyes, her lips trembling into a silly, uncontrollable smile as she gazed up at Kyle's adorably flustered expression, his face scrunched up in a pout that made her heart skip a beat.

Joe giggled, her eyes warmly staring at Kyle, “oh, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle~ my beloved emperor, would you mind explaining what this position is now?” she asked as if she wasn't having difficulty catching her breath. “You really want to make those babies? Right now? Right here? You're so inappropriate. Can’t you wait until- AHAHAHA! Nohohohot thehere, plehehease!” she started to beg as Kyle used his free hand to tickle every single spot he could find. 

Joe shrieked with laughter when those wiggly fingers found her very unprotected underarms, digging into that sensitive nerve that nearly made her see her stars. 

Her laughter turned rather hysterical when Kyle clawed at the back of her ribs, going straight for that ridiculous sensitive spot on the lower set of ribs that had her arching her back off the floor. Every touch there sent an electrifying sensation through her whole spine as if Kyle was playing with a major never over there. 

Her waist was not safe either. His hand sneaked under her clothes and his hand latched to the curve of her waist, spidering and poking repeatedly at hee soft, warm and sensitive skin, making her shriek and squeal like a little girl. 

“Ahahaha! Hehehey- h-hey! Hahands out! I'm not reheheady~ AHAHAHA!” 

Joe heard a soft grow over her laughter, but she couldn't do anything else besides squirming like a fish out of water as Kyle's hand spidered across her tummy to the other side of her waist. She jerked away, but either way, she couldn't move much with Kyle straddling her hips and pinning her arms. 

She was at his mercy and she was in ticklish hell, almost going insane, and yet, she refused to apologize. She refused to even acknowledge that she was just teasing Kyle and instead, insisted on riling up the emperor even more, causing his tickles to be more relentless and fast.

She tried to babble out another tease, but even Kyle had trouble understanding what she was saying between all that hysterical laughter, not that he even tried to listen to her. Joe screamed with laughter as the tickles continued, making her think she was going to be tickled forever. Her face was just as red as Kyle's, her cheeks wet with tears and her body growing weak as she kicked and pulled at her trapped arms. 

“Kyle! K-Kyle, y-you're gohohing to be a widohohower before we even get maahaharried! Spahahare your future wife- GAHAHA!” She cackled as he clawed at her tummy under her shirt.

“D-Dohohon't treheahat your children's hohohouse lihihike thihihis!” she tried to nag between bouts of laughter. “Leheheave my tuhuhummy alohohone! Plehehease!” 

That actually made Kyle laugh and his hand faltered a little as he ducked his head down to hide his smile. 

“I m-mahahade you lahahaugh!” she yelled, “now s-stoho- AHAHAHA! Wait! WAHAHAIT!” 

She shook her head in desperation as his thumb dug and rubbed circles back against her hip bone, pinching her skin gently, but firmly. The hysterics from before were nothing compared to the ones when he attacked her hip. She was as sensitive in that spot just as Kyle was, but, if she had to be honest, much to her embarrassment, she was way more ticklish than he was– and he was plenty ticklish. 

Since when did he know where all her ticklish spots were? According to Joe, she was always the one tickling Kyle until the emperor could barely breathe. She didn't remember Kyle ever being so ruthless with her, he barely dared to give her a small poke on the side and he was already dying of embarrassment. 

But he seemed to know exactly where and how to tickle her to make her laugh until her stomach muscles ached and tears fell down her cheeks. Even in places she didn't even know were so sensitive. 

One would say that was definitely torture for Joe, but if that was the case… she wouldn't be trying to keep teasing Kyle even if she couldn't form any coherent words. 

Kyle let out a huff, shaking his head with a soft smile. “You would rather die laughing than simply stop teasing me, huh?” 

Joe tried to answer, but she was nearly losing her mind as Kyle's fingers kept playing with her hip, so she simply nodded slightly, silent laughter making her body tremble. Kyle sighed, shaking his head again as he stopped for a moment. 

Joe went limp against the floor, giggling as she tried to calm down. She was gasping for air, a light sheen of sweat covering her forehead and an embarrassing little string of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. To add to her embarrassment, Kyle gently wiped it away with his thumb. 

“Are you alright?” He asked with a soft expression in his eyes, his smile as gentle as it could be. “Did I hurt you?” 

Even when he was trying to be evil, Kyle cared for Joe until the very end and her heart skipped a beat ah the fact. She looked up at him, a little blurry from the tears wetting her eyelashes, and smiled brightly, giggling lightly at the phantom tickles on her hip– and all over her body, really.

“Oh, Kyle~” she said tenderly. “All of this because you wouldn't admit you were thinking about our kids in you- AHAHAHAHA! Plehehease, anyahaha- anywhere b-buhut thehehere!” she begged as Kyle's finger resumed that maddening ticking against her hip bone. 

His thumb dug with the eight amount of pleasure right against the hollow of her hip, hooking slightly to rub at the bone, making her shriek with hysterical cackles that probably everyone in the palace could hear. She didn't even have the energy to try to fight anymore, she simply took the tickling, jolting and shrieking when he moved from one hip to the other, having her guessing when the next change was going to be. 

Kyle chuckled, “ah,” he made a short pause, almost as if he was making sure Joe was listening to him, and even though she was losing her sanity, she was, of course, listening attentively to his every word. “I clearly remember someone tickling me right here the other day,” he said in a low, teasing voice and Joe's heart fluttered. He sounded so evilly cute! 

Kyle! Let me see your face! She begged internally for she really couldn't even talk as he tickled her mercilessly

“She was so mercilessly, but I remember she was actually using both hands…” Joe let out the loudest shriek of laughter yet as her hands were suddenly freed and both band hips were under attack but both Kyle's hands: pinching, digging, squeezing, vibrating and just every little technique Joe so happily used on him many times before, never imagining the tables would turn on her. 

“That must be really ticklish, huh?” He said, chuckling and Joe wasn't even sure she was laughing anymore– the sound coming from his mouth was horrendous to her ears. Kyle chuckled again. “You look adorable.” 

The tickling suddenly stopped and Joe collapsed to the ground once more, still laughing and trying to calm her breathing. When she was finally able to open her eyes, after wiping her tears with the sleeves of her shirt, she could see that Kyle's eyes were shining with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. He leaned forward, his face just inches away from hers, and whispered, "I love you, Joe." 

Joe smiled widely, her arms wrapping around Kyle's neck, her eyes filled with love and adoration. "And I love you, Kyle."

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Lunch break | Asaba Harumasa x Mocha [n$fw]

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Summary: Harumasa has a little visit during lunch break.

Words: 2.7k

Reports, reports, and more reports.

This was, without a doubt, the most mind-numbing and soul-crushingly dull aspect of his job, and, of course, the one he detested the most. As he sat there, staring blankly at the endless stream of paperwork, his mind inevitably wandered to his stunning girlfriend.

A goofy, soft grin spread across Harumasa's face at the mere thought of her, his heart skipping a beat that sent a delightful shiver coursing through his chest and down to his stomach. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he felt embarrassed for behaving like a smitten schoolboy with his first crush, unable to shake off the silly, lovesick feeling that had taken hold of him.

As he glanced at the clock on the wall, he realized that lunchtime was fast approaching, and a wild, impulsive idea suddenly came to his mind. He swiftly grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app, his fingers flying across the screen as he navigated to her chat, a sense of excitement and anticipation building in his chest.

He chuckled to himself, feeling exactly like an excited kid. He quickly glanced behind him, making sure the Deputy Chief wasn't around and that Soukaku and Miyabi had their nose buried in their own work, (something he should be doing as well), and quickly answered her again:

Boosted… well, it didn't matter. He quickly typed again:

His heart pounded against his chest; somehow he felt the exact nervous anticipation he had felt when he mustered the courage to ask Mocha to be his girlfriend. There was really no reason to feel so terribly nervous, but he was desperate to see her and get away from the stress these annoying reports were causing him. His heart skipped a beat as his phone vibrated in his hand with a new notification. He straightened his back and read the new message, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Those five minutes, followed by the agonizing wait until lunch time, felt like eons to Harumasa. The clock's hands seemed frozen in place, refusing to move. He would glance up, convinced that a good ten minutes had elapsed, only to discover with great horror that a mere sixty seconds had ticked by. He fought against a loud whine, frustrated to the core. 

Finally, after three eternities, it was lunchtime and Harumasa jumped up from his chair, making it spin. 

“Ah, Harumasamasa!” Soukaku’s voice stopped him. “Are you having lunch with us?” 

He groaned internally as he turned around to look at her and Miyabi, smiling the kindest smile he could muster. “Not today. I'm having a little visit over lunch break, I need to go pick them up now– I'll see you later!” 

He dashed out of the office and the building, quickly spotting Mocha near the entrance. A warm, loving smile spread across his lips as he approached her with silent steps, almost tiptoeing, her back facing him. Grinning mischievously to himself, he stopped just a couple of steps away from her and leaned close.

“Did I make you wait long, beautiful?” He whispered against her ear, making it twitch, and he laughed loudly as Mocha jumped nearly out of the stratosphere. Mocha's tail hairs stood on end as she quickly turned around and hit him in the chest. “Ouch?” Harumasa said with a smirk.

“You scared me!” She said with a pout that Harumasa couldn't resist pinching tenderly, making her whine. “Is this how you say hello?” 

He grinned, leaning down to steal a tender kiss to her lips. “Hello, beautiful. You look stunning today, what's new~” he purred and seeing her adorable pout morph into a shy smile, he knew he had won her over again, his heart fluttered. 

He laced his fingers through hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and guiding her into the building and into the empty office. Mocha had been there a couple of times before, but she always seemed adorably surprised by it all. 

“That truly looks boring,” she said as she checked a few forms piled up over Harumasa’s desk. “Now I understand why you always procrastinate.” 

He chuckled softly, sitting back in his chair and reaching out to grasp her wrists, gently pulling her onto his lap. Mocha's soft giggles filled the air as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, her tail wrapping around his waist. Harumasa gazed at her adoringly as she took in every nook and cranny of the empty office.

“It's quite scary with just the two of us here,” she said in almost a whisper and Harumasa chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her neck. 

“It's not as loud and fast paced as your cafe, is it?” She shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she felt a tender kiss being pressed to the side of her neck. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Harumasa smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“N-Now now…," she giggled, her voice trembling as his hand caressed up her thigh, slipping under her skirt to tease the soft skin. "Masa~ we're in your office," she reminded him, her voice laced with laughter as his fingers lightly tickled her thigh.

Harumasa mumbled against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Hmm, doesn't matter," he whispered, pressing his body flush against hers. "They're all having lunch somewhere."

A soft little mewl escaped her lips as another kiss was pressed to her neck and Harumasa felt a shudder run down his spine. 

“There are cameras, though, we better-” 

She began, but her words abruptly cut off as she suddenly jumped off Harumasa’s lap, catching him off guard. To his surprise, Mocha grasped one of his wrists and dragged him towards a closet in one of the corners of the office. Harumasa’s confusion deepened, but he didn't resist her. Instead, he extended his other hand, giving her a playful spank that made her squeal and blush. Mocha shot him a playful glare over her shoulder as she opened the closet door and unceremoniously pushed Harumasa inside. He chuckled, still confused. 

“What are you- mff-!” Mocha slipped inside as well, closing the door behind her and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a passionate kiss.

Harumasa hummed in approval, moaning softly against her lips as his hands grasped her waist, pulling her close against him. Their hips met, rubbing slightly against each other, filling the little closer with soft sighs, whimpers and moans. 

“This is so naughty,” Harumasa said breathlessly, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. When he woke up that morning, he would never have imagined that he’d spend his lunch break satisfying another kind of hunger with Mocha in a closet in his office. 

She grinned, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she pressed herself closer to him, their bodies flush against each other. Her breasts crushed against his chest, sending a flush of embarrassment through Harumasa's cheeks. 

“Don't pretend you don't love it,” she whispered against his lips as she started to unbutton his shirt, each button revealing a silver of Harumasa's skin to her gentle, teasing touch. His skin erupted in goosebumps as her fingers danced across his chest.

Harumasa's heart pounded against his chest as he looked at Mocha's beautiful face, her delicate fingers undoing each button. His eyes were filled with affection and dark with lust. Mocha could make him feel a hundred emotions all at once with just a simple glance. He wanted to cherish and protect her, almost possessively, and, at the same time, wanted to take her, to claim her as his own in every single chance he got. 

His fingers, trembling slightly as if this was his first time with her, sneaked under the hem of her shirt and she grinned, visibly shuddering as he squeezed her waist, digging into the flesh, making her bite her lip in a vain attempt to stifle a moan. 

“Someone's been very naughty today,” she purred, her tail lazily swishing from side to side as she started to untie his tie.

Harumasa smirked, leaning down to place a soft peck to her lips. “Don't pretend you don't love it,” he teased, grinning. Mocha chuckled, her cheeks blushing pink.

“I do love it,” she admitted with a nod. “But I also think you need a little punishment.”

Harumasa's eyes sparkled with lust and amusement. “Oh? Don't threaten me with a good time, kitten,” he whispered, blowing cool air against her ear, making her squeal and her ear twitch.

She glared at him playfully, seizing his wrists from her waist and binding them with his tie. Harumasa gasped, looking at the door of the closet out of instinct before he looked back at the cute bow she had created.

Mocha grinned mischievously at him as she lifted  his arms, hooking them around her neck. Harumasa sighed, blushing as her eyes roamed over his exposed skin. She licked her lips like a hungry lion. 

This certainly was… new. She really wasn't one to try different things during their intimate times, but he couldn't say he was against it.

Harumasa chuckled softly, shuddering when her fingernails grazed the skin of his stomach, his flesh waking up with goosebumps as she traced the contours of his abs. He squirmed slightly, choking on a soft squeal as she circled his belly button. 

“It tickles,” he mumbled with a soft gasp, his body jerking away from her touch. 

Mocha grinned, tracing the curve of Harumasa's hip bones. “It does, doesn't it?”

His heart jumped and his eyes widened in realization. He shook his head. “N-No! Not that, M-Mocha, please!” 

“Shh shh shh.” She tiptoed to reach his lips, kissing them once. “Someone might hear you,” she purred, her fingernails dragging up and down his sides, making him arch with gasps and whimpers that eventually morphed into giggles and soft squeals.

Her touch was gentle, just like the caresse of a soft feather, almost itchy– tortuous, yet, somehow, kind of nice. A sudden burst of laughter escaped Harumasa's lips as her nails danced along his waist, sending shivers down his spine. 

He wanted to lower his arms, but he knew that would put pressure on her neck and he understood why she had chosen that position. Mocha knew he would do his best to not hurt her with any harsh movement. Harumasa whined, giggling again as her nails dragged against the back of his ribs.

“Thihis is so unfahahair, Mocha! Why are you even- ahahaha! Wait! Wahahahit!” 

Ugh, he really was too ticklish for his own good, it was almost embarrassing. Some simple squeezes to his waist were enough to have him giggling like a stupid kid, and twisting his body from side to side, trying to shake off her teasing, wiggling fingers.

“Does it tickle, baby?” She asked teasingly, giggling along with him as he jolted and squealed. “You're so terribly ticklish, are you not?” 

Harumasa whined again, the volume and desperation of his laughter increasing as she moved lower, her thumbs rubbing deep, maddening and so horrendously ticklish circles into his hips that nearly had him shrieking with laughter. 

“Stahahap! I'm seheherious! I fuhuhucking- ahahahaha! Plehehease!” 

“Oh my, oh my, what language is that?” she teased, squeezing his hips in a frantic pace that had Harumasa throwing his head back with loud bouts of laughter. 

Mocha's random ideas always seem to catch him off guard. Instead of the steamy moment he was expecting to have with her, she'd chosen to torment him with tickles, knowing full well that he–

“AHAHAHA! NO! No, nohohot thehehere! PLEHEHEASE!” He leaned against the cold metal wall of the closet, shifting back and forth, trying to get away from Mocha's wicked fingers that had found a place under his arms, tickling his poor armpits as if her life depended on it. 

Harumasa laughed nearly in hysterics, the back of his head banging against the closet wall, as if he wanted to distract himself from the overwhelming sensation. Mocha laughed, but her fingers didn't stop for a second. 

"Stop that! You'll hurt yourself!" she scolded him, but her lips were spread in a wide, playful and mischievous smile as she pinched the ticklish never right in the middle of Harumasa's armpits. 

Harumasa shook his head, his cheeks bright red and his tears twinkling in his eyelashes. “STAHAHAP! You k-knohohow I'm sihihick! Thihis wihill mahahake mehehe- AHAHA! Plehehease!” 

Mocha rolled her eyes fondly, pressing herself a bit more against him to pin him against the wall, but a soft gasp escaped her lips when something poked at her thigh. 

Harumasa widened his eyes, looking down at the same time Mocha did, her fingers coming to a sudden stop as they both looked down between their bodies. 

He gasped in horror and Mocha's mouth fell open. “Ohoho~ do you want me to take care of that?” 

Harumasa shook his head almost desperately, finding a way to unhook his arms from around her neck and reaching down to try and catch Mocha's hands that were starting to unbutton and unzip his pants. Why on earth was be hard?!

“M-Mocha!” He pleaded. “B-Baby, I don't think- oh, fuck~”

Mocha giggled softly. “Oh yeah, that feels so good right?” Her hands had pulled down his clothes in the blink of an eye, his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles. Harumasa threw his head back as she began to stroke his hard cock slowly, so painfully slowly. Shivers of pressure ran down his spine, causing him to arch his back and slowly roll his hips. 

“M-My lovely, ngh! Oh shit, faster please, faster- ack! N-No! Nohoho, wahahait! Nohot tihihickling!”

While her strokes became faster just as he had asked, her other hand had also sprung into action. Harumasa squirmed, trying to press his arms to his body as much as possible. But Mocha's fingers were slender and deft and she didn't struggle to sneak back under his arm to tickle his armpit once more.

Harumasa's voice was a combination of hysterical laughter, broken moans, ragged breathing and the occasional whimper, he was a complete mess. Hating the tickling, but loving it at the same time, his hips moving quickly as he fucked himself into her hand. 

“Fuhuhuck~! Angh! More, more~” he begged, tears of laughter, pleasure and desperation streaming down his cheeks. 

Mocha giggled softly, her cheeks flushed as her eyes studied Harumasa's expression. He cried softly as her thumb swept against his tip, teasing the glands just as she knew he loved it. 

Harumasa moaned loudly, his mind overwhelmed with the sensations that seemed to come from all sides. The tickles moving from his armpit to his ribs and then to his hip, Mocha's hand jerking him off, and even her lips, which had begun to move on his neck, leaving wet kisses on all the places she had memorized were sensitive. 

He felt his body tense, his breathing becoming more frantic, his eyes crossing. He was on the edge, it only took a small push to be able to cum in Mocha's hand. Just a little– 

Two knocks on the door. “Asaba-kun.” It was Yanagi. “Lunch break is almost better cut it out before…” 

Yanagi's voice faded as his eyes rolled back, cumming hard. Mocha pressed a hand against his mouth to muffle the moans as he came undone under her ministrations. Harumasa trembled with pleasure, his cum dripping from Mocha's hand as she milked the last drop of his release. 

Yanagi's heels softly faded away. Of course, she didn't want to be there when Harumasa and Mocha came out of the closet in a mess. Harumasa gasped as Mocha slowly pulled her hand away from his mouth, a trickle of saliva connecting his lips to her palm. 

As he returned from his high, his eyes met Mocha's and he grinned lazily. 

"I think I'll get an administrative report," he said with no concern in his eyes and Mocha laughed lightly. 

“I think you're going to be in a lot of trouble," she said with a bit of empathy in her voice. 

Harumasa hummed. “Maybe…” He looked at the watch on his wrist and then looked at Mocha with a mischievous smile. “Untie me. We still have five minutes.” 

Mocha blinked. “Five minutes for what- ah~!” 

Feeling Mocha's wetness on his fingers almost made him cum again. Five minutes was definitely more than enough. 

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Taking commissions ✨

Seems like my card is working again, yus! So I'll be taking commissions for a biit~ Maybe my Valentine's event will be put on hold until further notice, I'm still thinking about it.

Anyway, since my useless ass hasn't been able to get a job, I'm taking commissions again! As always, you can check out my fandom list, but remember I also write fandoms I don't know and your own oc's! ;)

I thiiiink I'll probably just take a few so I can get to them fast, but I'll let you all know!

Thank you very much in advance! 💖

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We still have two (2) slots, everyone~ don't miss your chance! 💕

PPYMia Commission Collaboration✨

Hello everyone~ I have exciting news!

Wonderful @ppystkposts and I decided to join forces! We'll be taking commissions together so you can get a fic from me + a wonderful piece of art from PPY, (based on that fic).

PPY and I are both taking commissions individually. You can find her post here and mine here!

For this time we'll be opening 4 (four) slots!

Here are the prices~

BUST FULL RENDER

Less than 1k words + bust 2 characters - $40usd

1k ~ 3k words + bust 2 characters - $45usd

Fandoms I'm not into/oc's + bust 2 characters - $50usd

HALF BODY FULL RENDER

Less than 1k words + half body x 2 - $70usd

1k ~ 3k words + half body x 2 - $75usd

Fandoms I'm not into/oc's + half body x 2 - $80usd

FULL BODY FULL RENDER

Less than 1k words + full body x 2 - $130usd

1k ~ 3k words + full body x 2 - $137usd

Fandoms I don't know/oc's - $145usd

SPECIAL PRICES

+ 1 character bust - $15usd

+ 1 character half body - $20usd

+ 1 character full - $45usd

How to commission: tutorial and tos

If you had commissioned me before, you know what the drill is, but some things will change now that ppy and I are working together:

First, you can DM me to tell me about what you want to commission, this means the word count you want, your fandoms and characters and of course, what type of art you want: bust, half body, full body. (All include a basic background)

We'll make a quote for you and if you decide you want to buy it, you have the freedom to choose if you want to pay 50% upfront and 50% later (after sketch confirmation) or 100% upfront on my kofi

After that, PPY will send me a sketch and if you approve, then she'll work on the final piece. I usually don't send previews of my writings, but if you require it, then feel free to ask for it!

If you don't want us to post the final product here, you can let me know so I can send it to you via e-mail or so! If you want it to be posted, let me know if you want to be tagged or just mentioned as anonymous!

We don't give refunds, only in case we have to cancel the work!

If you have any more questions, you can DM both PPY and I for further explanations!

Thank you so much! We're so excited to work together this time! 💖

[ticklygiggles]

in the future wwould you ever write twst x reader..

I doubt it 😞 I really wanted to play de game but it's not available in my country! I know you can download it somewhere else, but I also don't know japanese lol so I really don't think I ever will 🥺

... Unless you're interested in commissioning me! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

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Hello Mia!! This may seem random to you lol but i JUST really wanted to share one my fave tk mangas ever (if you havent already) its so well draw omg and theyre all made from the same artist! Maybe youll get a good kick out of it hehe

https://poipiku.com/4071778/10140637.html

https://poipiku.com/4071778/11321861.html

https://poipiku.com/4071778/6978899.html

The characters are from twisted wonderland if you're wondering!

STOP THESE ARE SO GOOD FJFNFKDNDKFNDNFD I LOOOOVE TICKLING FROM THE BACK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

My favorite was the second one, but all of them are sooo good, thank you for sharing anon~!

Imma leave the link under the cut

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CUTIES SNSKSKDKFKDNFKDD *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*

Meet him- again!!

Mochii update~ ✨️ I'm getting back into drawing~ xiao is my upcoming project, but I also have some ideas for the near future!