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I AM OPENING UP EMERGENCY TICKLE FIC COMMISSIONS! ^_^

i am in college and am currently super poor so i need some extra cash to replenish my savings </3

all of these commissions will be between $10–20 USD with a minimum word count of 500 and a maximum word count of 1,200!

more details under the cut :3

if you choose to commission me, we will talk more extensively about details (characters/fandoms, settings, tropes, the characters’ tickle spots, etc.) in private messages!

here is some general information:

i am comfortable writing full-body tickles, the restraint of adult characters, angst, fluff, the use of magic, characters with non-human attributes (wings, horns, tails, etc.) (including furry tks!), and lots of other things! as long as it doesn’t go against my boundaries, i’ll do it for you!

i’ll write the following types of fics: character/character, character/reader (masc, fem, unaligned)! basically, i’ll write whatever you’d like to see!

i will maintain my boundaries when i am commissioned and maintain the right to turn down any commissions that i don’t feel comfortable doing! ♡ i won’t write any proship content (b*stiality, inc*st, p*dophilia, etc.) or anything generally nsfw (s*xual content, g*re, etc.)!

… and that’s about it! if you have any questions, feel free to ask me by sending me a message. if you want to read any of my work to get a taster of what i do, my masterlist can be found right here!

thank you so much for considering supporting me. it’s been a rough few months and i appreciate the love! ♡

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hii just doing a little self-reblog to get this info out there! ^_^ reblogs SUPER appreciated!

MY COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN !!!!!

[lee-karkitty]

Yeah, I LOVE the idea of being teased by a cheeky asshole ler, but yanno what's really great and underappreciated? SWEET AND GENUINELY INNOCENT LERS!!!

"I'm just in a bad mood for no reason./I'm overthinking." "...Would it help if I tickled you?"

"Ohh, is that why [insert slight hint that you like tickling]?"

"No, don't be embarrrassed! I think it's cool!"

"Yanno, it is kind of fun."

"Can I try smth I thought of?"

"I could tickle you if you want."

"I didn't even realize you could be ticklish there."

"Is this okay?"

"Am I good at tickling?"

"Is there anything you don't want me to do?"

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Did I go too far?"

"You need a break?"

"Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

"You're doing so good."

"I love your laugh."

"You're so cute when you blush."

"Can you hold out just a little longer?"

"It's okay; you're okay."

"Almost done."

"It's okay; you can just laugh."

"I love tickling you."

It's probably just bc I'm MAD affection-starved but goddd the idea of sweet lers kills me

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ticklish turnabout

fandom: ace attorney

pairing: narumitsu/wrightworth

characters included: lee!edgeworth, ler!wright

word count: 3.5k

genre: fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF.

warnings: there is some swearing in this one!

author’s note: THIS TOOK SO LONG ENJOY~

Edgeworth and Wright sat together comfortably on Miles’ cushy love seat in the dark living room of his home — both of them resting their backs on their respective arms of the chair.

The prosecutor had a sofa, but he and Phoenix both agreed that the love seat was comfier, so they decided to share it instead.

That was the only reason that they sat together, of course. Obviously.

A so-bad-it’s-good movie played in the background — something about competitive break-dancing. The TV screen provided the only source of light in the room. There was a end table adorned with a lamp next to Miles' edge of the seat, but it would have been too bright to keep on while they watched.

Both men were wearing simple, comfortable pajamas — patterned pants and t-shirts.

It was a Friday evening, and the two attorneys were spending it together with intentions to have breakfast the next morning.

Edgeworth didn’t know how this happened.

He didn’t know how any of this happened.

Basically, Wright invited himself over for a 'movie night', and now they were here.

Miles felt a smile tug at his lips as he chuckled and shook his head at the utter ridiculousness of this situation. Phoenix looked over at him when he heard the noise, meeting his gaze.

He cocked his head to the right, not unlike a confused puppy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that before, Edgeworth,” Nick said, grinning softly. “What kind of thought just popped into that head of yours?”

Miles sighed and dramatically rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance at the ace attorney’s comment.

“I smile plenty, Wright. You just tend to annoy me more than you make me happy, so you don’t get to see it often.”

Phoenix blinked with a smirk, resting his chin in his right hand.

“So... I make you happy sometimes?”

Miles ignored the heat that rose in his cheeks and opted to answer Wright’s first prompt instead of his most recent one.

“I was just thinking about how childish it is that this is happening right now,” he said matter-of-factly. “Having a s—sleepover, I mean. It’s like we’re kids again.”

Nick giggled at how Miles stumbled over his words and turned away from him when he said “sleepover”.

He was kind of cute when he was embarrassed.

“Wow, I didn’t expect an honest answer from you.” Wright beamed. “I thought you were going to say something witty and then tell me to shut up and forget that you are capable of feeling positive human emotions.”

Edgeworth turned and looked at him again, silent but clearly amused.

“…I feel the same way, though,” The pointy-haired man said after a moment. “It’s a funny feeling to be doing this, but it’s nice, too. It’s like we’re making up for lost time.”

Edgeworth nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Phoenix leaned forward and reassuringly squeezed Miles’ knee. However, he didn't expect the reaction that he got.

“Whoa! Whohohoa!” Edgeworth squeaked, jumping under the attorney's touch and inadvertently launching forward. He placed both of his hands over Phoenix’s in an attempt to keep him from moving again. “Ihihif you do that, I—I’ll kihihick you by accident.”

Nick’s face lit up as Miles turned his face away, still firmly holding the other man's hand in place on his knee.

"I—I'm really—"

"You're ticklish?" Wright interrupted, surprised glee spiking his tone.

A wobbly smile plastered itself onto the prosecutor’s face, and he hesitated before he answered. “…Yes, quite.”

Wright looked at him for a moment, almost as if in admiration. He had never seen Miles’ features look so… soft before. It was almost a shock, given the fact that the silver-haired man’s face was perpetually solemn most of the time.

Phoenix snickered before he speedily took his free hand and clung to Edgeworth's other knee, earning him a startled squeal.

"H—Hehehey!" Miles bubbled, attempting to choke his own giggles back and keep them locked in his throat. He released Phoenix's hand that he had been holding tightly against his knee so that he could cover his face. He couldn't let Wright see him like this. He was sure that he looked completely absurd.

"D—Did you nohohot hear me? I said that I would kihihick you!" He tittered from behind his palms, lightly tapping Phoenix's leg with his foot as a warning.

The defense attorney smirked.

"You must be really ticklish," he remarked with a toothy smile. "I haven't even moved yet, and you're practically in shambles already!"

"I am really ticklish!" Edgeworth whined, continuing to gently kick Phoenix's legs in protest. "Thahahat is what I have been tehehelling you this whole tihihime! Do you nehehever listen?!"

Wright raised his eyebrows and giggled at Miles' attempt to keep his tough-guy façade in place, despite the fact that he was clearly crumbling under the surface.

"No, no, it's not like that at all," Nick said, clear genuineness in his voice. "I hear you loud and clear. You just don't really seem like the ticklish type. Definitely not the type to fall apart at a tiny little touch, that's for sure!"

The prosecutor, at this point, felt his blush seeping into his neck and ears. He'd be surprised if Phoenix didn't notice it, despite the fact that they were sitting in very minimal light.

"So..." Wright continued, standing up from the love seat and plopping down on the floor next to where Edgeworth was still resting his back.

He took the bottom of the prosecutor’s shirt into his fingers and began fiddling with it, as if he was threatening to lift it up and reveal the man's belly.

“Can I hear you laugh some more?"

Edgeworth slowly uncovered his face after hearing Wright’s question, suddenly overtaken by a bout of courage.

Completely unfounded courage, mind you.

In retrospect, Miles had no idea why he said what he was about to say — maybe it was because he knew how it would end.

Still as red as a rose, Edgeworth hesitantly placed his arms behind his head and straightened his previously-bent legs, now laying down comfortably on the love seat instead of being huddled into one corner of it.

He looked into Phoenix’s giddy eyes as he attempted to stabilize his voice as much as he could.

“I—If you can make me laugh, sure.”

Wright scoffed at Edgeworth’s offer, mouth agape. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Miles, you’re acting awfully confident for the man who busted into giggles from someone touching his knee a few minutes ago. If you challenge me to make you laugh, I won’t have any mercy. I am being serious.”

Edgeworth didn’t think that he could get any redder than he already was, but he was proving himself wrong with every passing moment.

“C—Can you just start, already?!” the man growled. “I want to prove that I can beat you at your own childish little game.”

Nick shrugged, his whole face taken up by his smile. He was obviously looking forward to this, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“Whatever you say.”

That being said, Wright lifted Edgeworth’s top up, exposing his slightly-chubby belly and his lower ribs.

“Hmmm…” Phoenix cooed, looking over at Edgeworth’s face and studying his expression as he spoke. “I wonder where else you’re ticklish besides your knees… is your tummy bad for you?”

Miles looked down at the rival lawyer, unable to wipe the grin off of his lips or the dark flush off of his skin. He didn’t respond — he just pursed his lips with a grumble.

“Either you can tell me, or I can figure it out myself!” Wright chirped, abruptly wiggling his fingers around just above the prosecutor’s skin. Miles sharply inhaled and instinctively sucked his belly in when he saw Phoenix doing this — it was as if he was attempting to avoid the tickles that were inevitably coming.

“T—That’s not fair!” Edgeworth complained. “You’ll find out my worst spots no matter what I say!"

“Ah, you caught on quick!” Nick said with a tsk. “I shouldn't have expected any less from you."

Miles huffed at the compliment, anticipation clearly eating him alive.

“...But, think about it… if you just tell me instead of making me search, maybe I won't be as ruthless.” Phoenix purred, finally making contact with Miles’ skin. The prosecutor jolted away from the touch with a startled gasp. “Who knows?”

Edgeworth took an unsteady breath, preparing himself for his upcoming quip.

“I dohon’t think that you have a problem with searching, Wright," he said, more steadily than he expected. "Y—You do it all of the time — even unlawfully, at points.”

Nick shrugged nonchalantly. He was right.

"You've gotta do what you've gotta do, Miles!" He proclaimed. "And I suppose that means that you're not going to make this easy for me, huh?"

Edgeworth's eyebrows twitched upwards, surprised that the defense attorney even asked him such a question. “When I have I ever made anything easy for you, Wright?"

Phoenix chuckled lightheartedly.

“You know, it’s obvious that you’re putting on a brave face right now,” he noted astutely as he began lightly tapping his fingers along Miles’ ribs and enjoying the uncharacteristically squeaky sounds that he made. “It makes me look forward to seeing you melt into a puddle once I get you to break. You look really cute when you laugh.”

Miles whimpered through his giggles, exasperatedly flustered. The teasing made everything one hundred times worse — not to mention the flirting. What the hell was that about?!

To be fair, he didn't mind… he was just a little surprised, is all.

Phoenix began slowly circling his pointer finger around Miles’ belly button, resting his opposite elbow on the rose-colored cushion that the prosecutor was laying on.

The light-haired man squeezed his elbows forward in a feeble attempt to hide his dorky smile behind his arms.

He could already feel himself quivering under Nick’s touch and couldn’t believe that he had appointed himself into this competition that he was obviously going to lose.

Wright slowly spidered up Edgeworth's sides, intently listening to the quiet snickers that the prosecutor was clearly trying to suppress.

"Oh, come on, Miles. You know that you want to let those giggles out for me!"

"I—I dohon't know whahat you're talking about!" Miles denied as stiffly as he could. "It dohohoesn't even tickle that much!"

“Oh, it doesn’t?” Phoenix grinned, halting his feathery touches for a split second. “I think I may have to change that, then.”

"Wahahahait! You dohohon't have to—"

Before Miles could finish his statement, the ace attorney straightened his posture so that he could utilize both of his hands to drill directly into Edgeworth’s hips through his soft, flannel pajama pants.

The silver-haired lawyer barked out a surprised cackle before removing his hands from behind his head and quickly covering his face with them once again, obscuring his expression and muffling his laughter.

Phoenix rolled his eyes with faux annoyance as Edgeworth bucked and twisted wildly under his touch, occasional squeals emitting from behind his palms.

“Oh, please!” Wright teased. “Let me hear that laugh! Don’t try and hide the fact that this is killing you. You said it yourself — you’re very ticklish.”

“Ahahand you’re very annohohoying!” the prosecutor retorted, uncovering his face in order to irritatedly glare at the perpetrator of this tickly onslaught.

He didn’t succeed in actually looking irritated, though. He looked like an insurmountably happy man who was pretending to be irritated.

Miles… looked like he was having fun. He was unable to keep some of his childlike giggles from spilling out as he spoke, despite how hard he tried to stop them. It made him sound significantly less intimidating.

What else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just continue allowing Wright to talk to him like this without at least trying to fight back! His situation was already compromising enough!

Nick grinned, removing his nimble fingers from Edgeworth’s hips in order to gain his full attention. “You just dug your own grave.”

Miles gulped shakily. “W—what do you mean…?”

“Don’t you think that you should be nicer to the person who has complete control over whether or not you laugh until you cry?”

Edgeworth’s eyes widened. He quickly slammed his arms against his sides, presumably protecting his worst spots.

He’d be surprised if his blush hadn’t leaked into the tips of his fingers by this point. Was Wright trying to kill him?!

“W—wait! Hohold on a second!” He blurted, his usually—unemotional eyes already sparkly with mirth and his smile genuine.

There it was.

That… soft expression again.

The gray-haired man’s features looked so… happy. It was like all of his callously cold edges had never been there.

Phoenix blinked as he stood up and began maneuvering himself onto Miles’ lap, the latter completely burning up as he watched.

"W—Whahahat are you doing, Wright...?" Edgeworth uttered breathlessly, looking up at his spiky-haired rival.

“Giving myself better access to you and all of your most sensitive spots, obviously!”

Miles exhaled as he shifted under the defense attorney’s weight. He was still smiling, though.

“D—do you have enohough room? This seat is a little small, especially for yohohour shenanigans.”

Wright chuckled. Edgeworth was quite the host — making sure that his assailant was comfortable before tickling him into oblivion. “Yes, I am fine. Thanks for asking.”

"Anyways, is this alright?" The ace attorney continued, resting his unmoving hands gently on Edgeworth's twitchy torso. "Do you want to keep on going? I'll give you the win a bit early, if you want. You've already lasted much longer than I expected, given how ticklish you are!”

Miles huffed, making eye contact with the man that was now sitting on top of him.

He wasn’t going to say it, but it was clear that he was appreciative of the fact that Phoenix asked if he was okay with what was going on.

To be honest, he was very okay with it.

Maybe slightly too okay with it, for that matter.

“I am fihine, Wright," Edgeworth chuckled. "...And I—I dohon’t want your pity win.”

Realistically, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to win this battle any other way. A pity win may have been the easiest way out.

If he wanted this battle to be over, that is.

Miles continued, finally catching his breath enough to speak steadily. “But…”

Wright nodded, indicating that he was listening. “Hmm? But what?”

“I don’t think that I’ll be able to handle having my hands behind my head anymore. I want to be able to fight back a little bit. We want this to be a fair match, right?"

Edgeworth kept looking up into Wright's eyes, almost impatiently.

Now it was the defense attorney's turn to blush.

Miles... had really pretty eyes. A cool, deep shade of gray.

Nick grinned softly, drumming his fingers gently on Mile’s top ribs through his shirt. The prosecutor let out a surprised, choked-out giggle before lightly smacking at the other man's hands.

“Of course we do. I'm ready when you are."

Edgeworth's eyes began darting between Phoenix's face and his hands — which were now hovering over his torso again, fingers wiggling — unsure of what the man's next move would be.

“I was being serious about having no mercy, you know. Don’t think that I’ve forgotten that you called me annoying, mister.” Wright remarked, quickly slipping his hands under Miles’ top again and taking hold of his waist. He immediately began kneading his thumbs into the area right below Edgeworth’s ribs, resulting in a loud yelp from the silver-haired man.

Miles shakily attempted to grab Phoenix’s wrists through the fabric of his own shirt, surprised by his sudden attack. “Yohohou’re evihihil!” He wheezed, his hair flopping out from behind his red ears as he bent his head forward to hide his face.

“Come on! Let me see you! I want to see the face that you make when you laugh!”

Edgeworth shook his head fervently, giggles tumbling past his lips as he petulantly swatted at Wright’s ever-moving fingers. “Nohoho!”

The defense attorney pouted, smoothly avoiding Edgeworth’s attempts to hinder his tickly progress by moving further up his ribs — an area that had already proven to be very ticklish. “Aww. Maybe this’ll knock you down a peg, then…” he cooed, firmly massaging his fingers into the sensitive bones.

Edgeworth’s laugh shot up an octave as he jaggedly tossed his head back, effectively revealing the expression that was previously hidden by his curtain of light hair.

What a sight to behold.

“Dahahahamn ihihihit!” Miles squawked, flailing under Wright's weight and taking handfuls of the man's t-shirt into his fists. It was as if the prosecutor was attempting to establish any sort of stability for himself as he continued to fall apart.

"You should know better than to defy me by now, Edgeworth." Phoenix teased cheerfully. "All I wanted was to see you smile, and you just had to be stubborn!"

As the spiky—haired man spoke, he steadily inched closer to the prosecutor's underarms — which was seemingly driving him increasingly mad, if his squeaky pleas had anything to do with it.

“Okahahahay! Okahahahay! I gehehet it! You—You’ve knocked me dohohown a peheheg! Stohohop this mahahahadness before I—!”

Just as Miles was about to finish his sentence, a loud sound rang through the air.

The prosecutor’s eyes widened as he slapped his hand over his mouth. “No. No, no, no. That didn’t happen. That didn’t just happen.” He thought frantically before looking up at Phoenix, who had stopped moving.

The ace attorney was attempting to look mischievous, but he really just looked overjoyed.

“Did I just hear what I thihink I just heard?” He beamed, incapable of holding back a fond chuckle.

“Nohohoho! No! I—I dohon’t know what you’re tahahalking about!”

Wright removed one of his hands from under Miles' shirt, his shoulders shaking as he giggled with delight. He pointed a playfully accusatory finger towards his very ticklish friend.

"You snort when you laugh."

"Whahahat? Thahat's ahahabsolutely preheheposterou—AH!"

Before Edgeworth could finish his response, Phoenix used his hand that still laid comfortably in the prosecutor's shirt to knead at his bare armpit — causing another snort to tumble out of the man.

"Shihi—hihit!" He exclaimed, haphazardly hiding his face in the crook of one of his elbows. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Loud, unadulteratedly boisterous laughter freely drifted through the room.

Snorts and all.

"No, I don't think it's preposterous at all. I just heard it loud and clear! A few times, actually." Wright grinned, leaning over the uncontrollably giggling Edgeworth to turn the lamp next to the loveseat on.

With this, the room was bathed in golden light. Phoenix ceased his movement at last.

Noticing that the tickly sensations previously plaguing his skin were subsiding, Edgeworth uncovered his face once more to look at his court rival.

His kiddish laughter was still bubbling past his lips. Tears of mirth pricked at his eyes.

Phoenix felt like his heart had stopped. He removed his other arm from under Edgeworth's shirt and placed both of his hands firmly on the prosecutor’s chest.

Miles' cheeks were tinted rosy, playful pink.

His hair, instead of its usual neatness, was unkempt due to how much he wiggled under Phoenix's giddy hands.

His smile was so pretty. He looked so... pretty.

“W—Whahahat is that look on your fahahace for, you chihihildish dohoholt?” Miles attempted to snarl through his chuckles.

Nick gulped, letting out a forced giggle in an attempt to hide his blatant adoration of the man that laid underneath him.

“Your heart is just beating really fast, that’s all.”

Edgeworth scoffed, wiping his eyes with his shaky hands. “Wh—Whahahat did you expehehehect?! You juhuhust tihihickled the hell out of mehehehe, you ahahasshole!”

Wright nodded. “Yeah, yeah, that makes sense.” He said, tilting his head towards the ceiling and avoiding eye contact with Miles. “Is that the only reason, though…? The only reason that your heart is pounding like that…?”

The prosecutor was quiet for a moment, not including the leftover laughter that still occasionally slipped past his lips.

Even though Wright wasn’t looking at him, he could feel Miles staring at him.

“What kind of question is that…?” Nick said after a few moments.

He shouldn’t have said any of that. That was stupid.

“Obviously that was the only reason. Ignore me. I’m sor—”

“Nohoho.”

Phoenix slowly looked back down at Miles, who was still smiling and laughing. The prosecutor shook his head and gently placed his hands on top of Nick’s.

“You’re truhuhuly hopeless if you… reheheheally thihihink that the tihihickling is the only reheheason.”

The ace attorney’s face fell into a humungous grin, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

“I think that I know what you mean, but can you tell me bluntly…?” The spiky-haired man asked bashfully. “I don’t want to do something and then regret it because I misinterpreted your words, you know?”

Miles rolled his eyes, his smile still so large that it overtook his whole face. “Yeheheah, I get that.” This being said, Edgeworth firmly grabbed the collar of Wright’s t-shirt.

“Kihihihiss me, you fool.”

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To all the writers who haven't written in a while. May the right words come to you and may they actually get written down.

[intheticklecloset]

Funny Fungi (Obey Me!)

Summary: Levi gives Mammon a dose of funny fungi to distract both him and Lucifer long enough to sneak into the eldest brother’s study and borrow something, but while returning to his room with his prize he realizes he’s been caught…

A/N: The timing of this was so perfect! I got the “funny fungi” texts from the brothers within the last couple of weeks, remembered I still had this request waiting, and boom! Instant inspiration! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,779

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“Luhuhuhuhucifer!”

Lucifer froze, his instincts telling him he was about to be bombarded with a particularly annoying round of his brothers’ antics. He let out a long sigh and sat back in his chair just as Mammon emerged, clutching his stomach with laughter but – strangely – looking like he was in pain.

“Mahahahahake it stohohohohop!”

“What have you done this time, Mammon?”

“Ahahahahahask Lehehehehevi!” Mammon replied, giggling uncontrollably, gripping the doorframe even as his legs gave out and he crumpled to the floor in a heap. “He gahahahahave me some weheheheheheird snahahahack thing and nohohohohow I cahahahahan’t stop lahahahahaughing!”

“Weird snack thing?” Lucifer frowned, getting to his feet. “Like what, exactly?”

“I dohohohohon’t know! I c-cahahahahahan’t think strahahahahaight! Please, mahahahake it stohohohohohop!”

Lucifer hummed, watching his immediate younger brother laugh himself completely silly, red in the face and near crying from mirth. Though it was mildly amusing, it did genuinely seem like he was in distress, so despite the more sadistic side of him wanting to watch it go on a little longer, the eldest brother said a few words to undo the curse of whatever ‘weird snack thing’ Levi had given him.

Mammon collapsed entirely once he was finally able to stop laughing, gasping in air desperately. He swiped the tears from his eyes and managed a “thank you” to Lucifer in the midst of his recovering.

Several minutes and a glass of water later, Lucifer finally figured out what had happened.

“I see,” he said now, nodding with interest. “It sounds like Levi gave you a healthy dose of Funny Fungi. They’re said to make whoever eats them laugh nonstop for five hundred years.”

“Five hundred—?!” Mammon spat out the water he’d been sipping, eyes wide. “That otaku jerk was going to make me laugh for five hundred years? I would have died laughing!”

“Perhaps that was the intention.”

Mammon scowled. “You guys are so mean to me. What did I ever do?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Regardless, amusing as that perhaps would have been, he must have known I’d be the only one who could undo the curse. He purposely went out of his way to cause trouble for me, which isn’t like him. I wonder if he was put up to it, or…?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Mammon cried, looking genuinely horrified and worried. “It wasn’t me! Whatever possessed him to do it, it wasn’t me, I swear!”

“I know that well enough, Mammon.” Lucifer gave him a look. “Why would you do that to yourself? There must be some other reason. I intend to find out what it is.”

Mammon took another drink of water and got to his feet at the same time as his brother. “And I want to get revenge on that little traitor. Let’s go.”

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[undeaddevildom]

Demons probably get some things with humans confused with animals I think.

- Mammon freaking out at Beel sharing a snack with MC. Not because he wanted them apart, but because "BEEL NO HUMANS CANT EAT GRAPES", followed by a forceful full body squeeze Heimlich maneuver. (He was thinking of dogs.)

- It's MC and Belphies night to cook dinner. A particularly difficult to open lid results in MC gets salt all over themselves. Belphie, half asleep at the table JUMPS UP and frantically wipes the human off/shakes them so the salt goes flying everywhere. He grabs MC by the shoulders and observes their skin closely for any signs of burns/melting. There are tears in his eyes. (He was thinking of slugs.)

- Asmos closet is a mess. He's struggling to pair an outfit together with a somewhat limited color palette so that MC and Solomon could appreciate his beauty, even with their sad, pathetic, limited color perception :(

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Tart Thief (Ace/Deuce TK Drabble)

Hi hi hi thank you all so much for being patient with me! I know it’s been awhile since I’ve last written, my life’s been pretty full! I’m training people at my job now, it was just my birthday, I’ve just signed up for driving lessons and am looking for cars now, it’s been a lot! But I appreciate you all staying :) 

No warnings, no 18+

Deuce suspects that Ace stole his last tart! He investigates to find the truth.

                                                  “”“”“”“”“”“”“`` 

 “Deheuce stahahahap ihihhihit! Gehehet ohout ohof thehehere!” Ace squealed out, his knee pressed into Deuce’s chest as a means of protection. Deuce’s hair fell in his eyes as he was determined to wriggle his fingers in the tight spot that was Ace’s clenched armpit. 

  “Then tell me where my tart is! I was looking forward to eating that after my presentation today!” Deuce managed to move his index finger in a crevice in Ace’s armpit which made the red-haired boy squeak and kick his leg. 

 Deuce had just come back to his dorm, a bit quicker than usual, to arrive in the kitchen. He had left Trey’s last raspberry tart on the silver platter in the fridge, and EVERYONE was clear that that tart was for Deuce after his presentation. But, of course, lo and behold, not even the tray was in the fridge anymore. 

 Deuce’s hands clenched. He knew this would happen, but he had the benefit of the doubt in the back of his mind. Deuce searched for Trey or Cater, even Riddle, but he couldn’t find anyone to ask about the tart. Except for Ace. Of course it was him. Deuce pounced on him while Ace was innocently scrolling on his phone in the common room. Which led to-

 “-AHAHA! Deheuce plehehehease! I didn’t!” Deuce had as much of Ace’s ribs as he could hold in his hands and scribbled into them. Of course Ace’s tiny figure helped with that. It drove Ace insane; the heart mark over his left eye blending in with his crimson blush. 

  “Then who did? There’s no on else in the dorm but you. And of course it was you, because you knew how much I was looking forward to eating it!” Deuce grew angry, and with that, his tickles grew more vicious. “You know what, I’ll do myself a favor and just take it back. Since it’s right here, right?” 

 Deuce slid his fingers from Ace’s ribcage, Ace’s heart pumping in his chest from his laughter. Ace’s cheeks cooled as Deuce readied his next tickle attack. 

 “Ugh…Deu-Deuce wait! I-I really didn’t steal your tart! I don’t know what happened to it! I swear on my life!” Ace’s hands fought to try and cover his tummy, which Deuce replied with grabbing Ace’s hands and pinning them underneath his knees. 

 “Yeah yeah yeah, always the innocent one. I’ve heard this before, haven’t I?” Deuce’s fingers stepped and crawled over Ace’s defenseless tummy, which made Ace giggle and worm around. 

 “Nohoho reheheally!! Ihihihit wahahasn’t mehehe thihis tihihime!! Deuce quirked his lip at Ace’s reply. On the one hand, it could have really not been him and another devious dorm-mate who stole the tart. On the other hand, Ace could just be incredibly stubborn and a pathological liar. The latter seemed more plausible. 

 “Hmmm…usually I would believe you and set you free like I always do, but you never actually atoned for any of your past wrongdoing’s towards me. Have you?” Deuce’s fingers started prodding and poking over Ace’s tummy, causing Ace to giggle harder and squirm underneath him. “I think I need to make up for past punishments while I’m here. Now gimme my tart back!” Deuce started pinching and grabbing Ace’s tummy; the young man squealing and kicking his feet. 

 “Deheheuce stahahahap it!! Ihihihit’s nahahahat ihihin thehere I pro-hahahaha!” Ace broke down in giggles as Deuce started ‘searching’ Ace’s tummy using flutters and scitches against his baby pudge. 

 “Now how am I supposed to believe that you didn’t steal my tart when you have all this chub? Oh it’s super ticklish when I pinch it, right?” Deuce used two fingers to grab and pinch Ace’s sides and the small fat that he could find, jeez Ace was lean. But the pinchable skin that Deuce could find was super ticklish when rolled between his fingers. “Soooo many places you could have hidden it in this chub! Maybe it’s so ticklish because my tart is in there. Give it back already!” 

 Deuce started fluttering his fingers over Ace’s belly button and his lower belly, which really made Ace start pulling and fighting underneath his friend. “Yeek! Dahahaha! Dehuhuhuce!! I cahahan’t breheheheathe!! I dihihihidn’t tahahake it!!” Ace’s face was as pink as the couch they lounged on. Deuce started slowing down his tickles as he heard someone enter the room. 

 “Deuce? Oh, you’re back.” Trey entered the room with Cater tagging behind him. Cater didn’t show his full body; he stood behind Trey with his head popping over his shoulder. 

 “Hi Deucey! Welcome back!” Deuce swallowed as his seniors walked in the room while Ace was still underneath him, panting and catching his breath. Deuce was quick to jump up off of Ace and straighten out his uniform to look presentable. 

 “Uh, hey guys. What’s going on?” Deuce asked, Ace peering over the arm of the couch in his disarray. Trey looked back to Cater with a smile and turned back to Deuce. 

 “Well, Cater and I know how hard your presentation was going to be, seeing as we both had to complete it ourselves in our freshman year.” Cater stood up taller behind Trey so Deuce could see his face better without revealing his body. 

 “So we decided to do something special! We knew that you wanted to reward yourself with the tart in the fridge after your presentation, so-” Cater stepped from behind Trey and revealed an entire silver platter filled with different flavored tarts and pastries. “-we made you a bigger reward! Congratulations on passing your presentation, and we hope you enjoy!” Trey and Cater and big smiles on their faces. 

 Deuce smiled wide while holding his school tie, just to have some leverage. “I-…I don’t know what to say! Thank you both! I was in the middle of wrecking Ace because I thought he had stolen it from the fridge!” 

 “Yeah, thanks for the heads up, by the way. Oh don’t worry about me, s’not like I almost got killed or anything.” Ace rolled his eyes from the couch as Cater and Trey made eye contact. 

 “Hmm, actually, now that we think about it…” Trey began, and Cater finished, placing the platter of tarts on the nearest table to him. 

 “…it’s actually Heartslyabul tradition to withstand a wrecking after you’ve completed your presentation. House rules.” Both boys shrugged and cracked their knuckles, as Deuce backed up out of fear. A bead of sweat appeared on the side of Deuce’s temple. 

 “H-Hey now, I’ve never heard of that rule-” 

 “Ace! Grab him!” 

 “WAIT! Guys- Ack!” 

  Deuce got what was coming to him, in the end, but after the stress of finals, he accepted the freedom of laughter. And Ace enjoyed stealing the fresh tarts from Deuce’s silver platter later that night, because he obviously stole his first one. 

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[1:18pm]

yuuta didn’t mind being alone. yes, he wanted to interact with people, he wanted to make friends, and have people rely on him… but he had absolutely no idea how to interact with another person. he stuttered, he froze up, and his mind went completely blank with anxiety whenever he had the opportunity to speak with other people.

that’s why he didn’t mind being alone. he had to find some sort of peace in it if he were to spend most of his time with himself. it wasn’t like he was completely alone anyway - rika was always with him whether she was present or not.

today was one of those days where he would spend his time alone. panda was on a mission with the principal, maki was out of town, and inumaki had gotten a cold over their last mission. he had visited his friend earlier in the morning to bring him supplies but seeing inumaki’s miserable state was enough of a sign for yuuta to understand that this saturday would be a quiet one.

he was fine with that, he hadn’t spent too much time with himself since he enrolled in jujutsu high - something he never thought he would say. ever since he arrived, there was someone with him for most of his days whether it was classes or days out in the city with his new friends. yuuta smiled to himself as he thought about how different his life turned out to be, turning the pages of his book with happy content and barely registering the words on the page.

“yuuta~!”

gojo’s singsong voice ringing through the quiet lounge room brought yuuta out of his thoughts. he smiled when his eccentric mentor glided from the doorway to the couch where he lay, his signature mischievous grin adorn on his face. gojo sighed dramatically as he plopped himself on top of yuuta’s shins, sitting on his legs and drawing out a small squeak from the student.

“oh, gojo!” yuuta exclaimed, getting over his initial shock. “i thought you were out today- ah! ahaha- wahahait! whahat are you dohohoing?!”

yuuta nearly threw his book up in the air when he felt a sudden onslaught of ticklish zaps making its presence on his knees. he bucked his hips up and tugged at his legs but gojo’s weight kept them firmly pinned against the cushions and yuuta’s giggling increased when he realized his predicament. reaching out towards gojo’s wrists, yuuta squealed and hiccuped as his confused questions continued to say unanswered while gojo scribbled his blunt nails against yuuta’s sensitive knees.

“g-gohohojo, plehehease! w-wahahait! ohoho, my gohod, why?!”

being tickled by people wasn’t entirely uncommon to yuuta anymore, even by gojo. especially by gojo. the sorcerer would find any reason to tickle yuuta, sometimes not even having a reason to tickle him at all, and yuuta figured he should stop questioning this near daily occurrence but his confusion still spilled out from his lips among the laughter. when gojo switched to squeeze at his thighs, yuuta shrieked and tugged at his wrists until his mentor pulled his hands away with a laugh.

“w-whahat was that for?” yuuta asked, wrapping his arms around his tummy and trying to catch his breath - still tense as gojo still hadn’t gotten off of his legs.

“i came to ask if you wanted to get lunch with me,” gojo simply said, as if it was normal to start off a conversation with a random tickle attack.

yuuta scoffed out of amusement before giggling again because of course starting off a conversation with a tickle attack was normal nowadays. it was gojo. gojo who wasn’t afraid to interact with anyone, who was so confident in how he presented himself to people… gojo who made yuuta feel welcomed and accepted and less lonely. random tickle attacks were normal because yuuta knew that gojo did it to help him relax.

“mm,” yuuta hummed. “where are we going?”

“well, i figured we could just walk around the city and find whatever catches the desires of our tummies,” gojo said, poking at yuuta’s tummy a couple of times to draw out tiny giggles. “come on, let’s go.”

gojo sent one last poke to yuuta’s tummy before standing up and heading towards the door to wait for his grinning student to follow his lead. yuuta closed his book and hopped up from the couch, excited to spend a day out in the city with his mentor. because he didn’t mind being alone but he always preferred to spend his best days with the people he loved the most.

a/n: i’m kind of nervous to post this bc i don’t know how i feel about it and also at the time i wrote this i was a little tipsy so it probably doesn't make sense and while i never really proofread my work, i was tipsy so... if you see any mistakes no you didn't lolol

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AHH THIS IS CUTE I LOVE YUUTA also, dont worry it makes sense!! and i really enjoyed reading~ Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

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Heya! Request for you: Shinbaku with lee!bakugou, I think shinsou's snark would really fluster him! (If you don't do this pairing, maybe kiribaku or kamibaku?). Maybe Shinsou uses his quirk to pin him or something? Love your writing!

- Ruthy

Now who would’ve thunk the future number one hero would be this ticklish 🤨 (I did I thunk it)

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pocky game

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Strawberry Milk (My Hero Academia)

Ship : Lee!Bakugou Ler!Kirishima (Kiribaku)

A/N : this took forever to make and it's the longest fic i've posted on this account so far, but i just had a lot of fun making it!! i hope you guys enjoy it, especially the lovely krbk anon who inspired this. they actually sent a few prompts that have inspired other krbk tickle fic ideas that i'll more than likely write for soon as well, but for now i hope you enjoy this!! much love <33

Summary : Kirishima stays for a sleepover at Bakugou’s childhood home, and after accidentally pissing off the explosive teen, seeks out some professional help from someone who may know the boy best: his father. From this, Kirishima learns a quick way from the boys childhood to get him forgiveness in no time.

Word Count : 5113 (jfc lmao)

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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“Are you seriously mad at me over this?” Kirishima asked with a confused, breathy chuckle. He watched as his best friend pouted with arms crossed over his chest like a child, glaring daggers into the redhead from his spot on the bed.

“Yes. And I do not plan on changing that. So don’t fucking try me, Spiky Hair” Bakugou turned his body fully away from Kirishima now, who was lounged rather comfortably on Bakugou’s orange beanbag seated on the ground. Kirishima rolled his eyes at Bakugou’s childishness, though still couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty.

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Ensemble Stars! episode 08 tickle scene

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Good At Everything.

A/N hey!! I really hope heartstopper fans enjoy this fic I whipped up. Also, If there’s some canon thing about Charlie not being able to cook I APOLOGIZE LMFAO. I didn’t do any research before this, so I’m just doing off the knowledge I know. Besides the point, bye!

Summary: the couple decide to bake each other pastries, after a fail on Nicks part. The male tries to playfully show that there is in fact “something he doesn’t succeed in”.

Warnings: tickling, kissing, food mention.

Nick x Charlie from Heartstopper

WORD COUNT : 1.3k words

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When you watch a Movie/play a Video Game and see the perfect Moment for a Tickling Moment to appear, but it just doesn’t:

When you watch a Movie/play a Video Game around Family/Friends and a T-worded Moment suddenly appears out of nowhere:

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Stay a while. | Kaeya x Albedo

A/N: aaaahhhhhh this is the last request !! thank you so much anon especially for your kind words omg when i first read this when it came in my heart literally soared okay that is so sweet and i hope this fic still makes your heart go like aaaaaaaa !!! i realized i did kind of deviate from the prompt a little bit but i hope you enjoy anyway hehe kaebedo literally makes me go brr ahhh i love them and i love you thank you thank you🖤

Warnings: college au

Summary: Albedo's short break ended up lasting longer than he expected.

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oh my gosh!! more project sekai fans!! may I ask, which unit is your fav?:0

hi omg im so happy to have found pjsk fans here!! i didnt post about it until now but it’s one of my fav games ahh

my favorite unit is definitely vivid bad squad! im also a huge kaito fan hehe

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AHOY THERE GIGI~! Can I ask for thomato with 18. Have You learned Your lesson? With lee Thoma pls! 🙏🏻 Im thomato thirsty pleeeeeaaaaaseeeee....djdndnmdmdmdm

And also this 🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡🍡!!!

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Home From Work

AN / hello! thank you for stopping by and sending a request! it’s great to see y’all here(: I really hope you like reading this fic! enjoy~ also, wow, I haven’t written for genshin in a hot minute!

Summary: After arriving home a busy day at work, giving his boyfriend some affection is the first thing he’d like to do.

Warning: tickles.

Ayato x Thoma from Genshin Impact

WC : 1K words.

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