Hi everyone! I've been on here for YEARS but somehow never written up an introduction. It's been a while, but I'm just starting to get back into the community and possibly even drop some more content. 👀
My name is Kira, and I'm 23 years old. I use she/her pronouns, but they/them also works! I'm your average knismo stoner/virgo and I write ridiculously fluffy tk and general cute content for whatever fandom I'm obsessing over at the moment (it's cheaper than therapy). My list of fandoms can be found HERE
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I reblog a lot of content, and I can't guarantee all of it will be completely SFW. Any NS/FW will be minimal and be tagged accordingly. However, because of this, I am NOT comfortable with minors on my blog, and am strictly 18+. This is a boundary I'm putting in place to not only feel comfortable posting what I want but also to keep others/myself safe. Anyone who chooses to ignore this WILL be blocked permanently, ageless/blank accounts included. This is my one warning. This is my safe space and I'll keep it as such.
That said, feel free to interact/chat with me if you're 18+. I'd love to meet some more friends in the community! Keep in mind I primarily enjoy tickling in a playful form, and I don't really enjoy the idea of "tickle torture" (it's not a bad thing just not for me). I do not roleplay. Most importantly, I am happily taken and have no interest in changing that or participating in anything even remotely flirtatious, so please keep it platonic. ❤️
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Summary: Chuuya attempts to train Dazai not to be so annoying when he's in a lee mood, but by the end of the day he finds he's not sure he prefers a perfectly behaved boyfriend after all.
A/N: Remember this poll? The results were SO close, but lee Dazai won - and this was the result! Hope you enjoy! ^^
Word Count: 2054
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Poke.
Chuuya wasn’t going to fall for it. Not this time. He kept his gaze squarely focused on his book of poetry, legs crossed, one arm over the back of the couch. Whenever Dazai was in a mood, he’d start being annoying, hoping to get his smaller boyfriend to react. It usually worked – scratch that, it always worked. But Chuuya had been doing some thinking recently, and today he decided he wasn’t going to give in to his partner’s antics. He was going to train Dazai to get what he wanted a different way.
Poke. His cheek squished as his boyfriend’s finger prodded into it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the brunette smirking, and that irritated Chuuya more than anything. It was like he knew he’d get what he wanted if he just kept it up, and why wouldn’t he think that? It had worked every time up to now.
Poke.
Not this time.
“Dazai,” Chuuya said, keeping his eyes trained on the words in his book even though he wasn’t reading them anymore and both of them knew it. “If you keep that up, there will be consequences.”
It was what the detective wanted to hear, and again, both of them knew it. But this time, when Dazai poked his cheek again in that arrogantly defiant way of his, Chuuya was slow, purposeful. He closed his book, put it to the side, uncrossed his legs. He could feel the energy radiating from his boyfriend, that eagerness that was the reason behind his antics in the first place.
Chuuya got to his feet.
He turned his back.
And he walked out of the room.
~
Dazai’s tricks grew more desperate as the days went by without any kind of repercussions. Normally he’d save nagging Chuuya in this way for when they were alone, or sometimes in the presence of close friends. But by the fourth day, he was even going so far as to try and provoke his boyfriend while he was on the phone with his boss.
“Yes, sir, they assured me the shipment will arrive on time,” Chuuya said into the phone, giving Dazai a sharp glare whilst keeping his tone neutral. He knew something was coming. He’d been with the detective too long now not to sense when he was about to be stupid. “Yes, sir.” More talking from the other end. “No, sir.”
It came swiftly, without warning, but thankfully the mafioso had been prepared enough to at least stifle his reaction when fingers clawed at his ribs, making what would have been an obvious yelp of laughter turn into a sudden coughing fit that sounded legitimate enough to convince Mori that his sip of water had just gone down the wrong pipe. And Mori knew he was dating Dazai, so that had to count for something.
He was a master class in acting. They should study his method in universities.
Without missing a beat, Chuuya muted his end while Mori gave further instructions, grabbed Dazai by the tie, and yanked him down so they were face to face.
“Behave,” he growled, dropping his unbothered mask for a moment to let his irritation at his boyfriend show. He leaned in to whisper the rest in his ear. “Or I won’t tickle you to within an inch of your life tonight.”
He let go of his boyfriend’s tie and took a couple of steps away, unmuting the phone to continue his conversation as though nothing had happened. Behind him, he could feel Dazai’s stillness – a sharp contrast to his fidgeting from the rest of the week. When he turned to glance at him, he could practically see the cogs whirring in his head, reformulating his plan of attack on the fly, as he was so frustratingly good at.
By the time Chuuya ended his call with Mori, Dazai was the very model of a perfectly behaved boyfriend. It was unnerving in a way, but also extremely satisfying. With a smirk, Chuuya strode out of the room.
He’d see how long it took for that behavior to crumble.
~
It would have been incredibly gratifying to drag Dazai out on a bunch of errands he normally hated that day, just to watch him struggle to be good so he could get what he wanted later, but Chuuya decided it would be even more difficult for his boyfriend if they stayed at home, always in the same room, always within tickling distance but without ever acting on it instead.
Thus, they went about an entirely normal day at home together. They did chores. They talked. They watched a few episodes of a new show, cuddling under a blanket. (That had been the hardest part for Dazai to stay still through, Chuuya knew.) They made dinner, then ate dinner, and finally changed into pajamas for the evening.
Through it all, Dazai was as gentlemanly as he’d ever been. He still bantered and snarked and found ways to annoy Chuuya, but he kept his hands to himself, never touched his boyfriend unless it was to hug him closer during their show. He was perfect. It was incredible to behold, really.
And also way more unsettling than Chuuya had anticipated. Satisfying though it had been, by the end of the day he actually found he was missing Dazai’s usual antics, and resolved to only use this method of withholding what his boyfriend wanted when he really, truly needed the man to be on his best behavior.
His decision was further cemented when he went to encourage Dazai to come to bed a little early so he could deliver on his promise, and he saw the strained, desperate look on his boyfriend’s face.
Chuuya’s heart twisted in his chest. “Hey, you good?”
The brunette looked up at him with the most pleading puppy dog eyes he’d ever used on the redhead and gripped the couch cushions, visibly restraining himself as he said, “Please, Chuuya.”
The mafioso was floored. Not only had he gotten Dazai to be on his best behavior all day, now he’d managed to get him to beg, all without ever laying a finger on him.
He’d had enough.
With a smile, he moved to stand in front of his partner, tilting his chin up so their eyes met. “You’ve been so good today. Thank you. Now, why don’t you come to bed so I can give you what you want so badly, hmm?”
Dazai’s features lit up in relieved excitement. He was off the couch and into the bedroom so fast Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh as he followed him. When he got to their room, he found Dazai lying on the bed, hands lifted above him, gripping the headboard, keeping himself wide open for whatever the redhead wanted to do.
It was adorable.
Chuuya smirked, climbing onto the mattress with him and settling himself on his hips. “All right, I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” Then, without further ado, he reached up to scribble into Dazai’s open armpits.
The brunette let out what was almost a groan of relief before bursting into cackling laughter, his grip on the headboard faltering somewhat but never actually moving.
“Fihihihihihihihihihinally!” he cried, body squirming instinctively even though his bright smile and unmoving arms told Chuuya everything they needed to. “Thahahahahahat was tohohohohohorture!”
“I’m sorry,” Chuuya replied, and he meant it. He dragged his nails down to Dazai’s top ribs, walked his fingers back up, dug into his underarms briefly, and then repeated the action. “I really just wanted a day where you weren’t constantly getting on my nerves, but I don’t think that was the answer for either of us. We can talk about it later. For now, just enjoy your reward.”
Dazai whined in an eager sort of way, letting himself relax and giggle as his boyfriend gently warmed him up for the harsher tickles he knew were coming soon. It had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to give up and tickle Chuuya into submission first as the day dragged on, but now that he was here he felt like it had all been worth it, because not only was he getting what he finally wanted, but he knew his boyfriend would use all his favorite techniques against him, too.
It didn’t take long.
Chuuya suddenly switched tactics, going from scribbling to digging a single finger into the meat of each armpit, making Dazai arch his back and shout in surprise, harder laughter bubbling up out of him, arms trembling now.
“Keep your arms up for me,” Chuuya teased, never letting up on his attack. “You’ve been dying to laugh for me all day, haven’t you? Well, I can’t do that if you don’t let me get you where it tickles the most. Riiiiiight here, yeah? Right under your arms. Does it tickle, Dazai? Hmm?”
Dazai let out a strangled curse, using the rest of his allotted willpower to grip the headboard for all he was worth. “Yehehehehehehehehehes!”
“Good. Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I just settle in and tickle, tickle, tickle you here for a while.” Chuuya smirked at Dazai’s reddening cheeks, his clearly crumbling resolve. “Aww, look how ticklish you are here. Tickle, tickle, tickle~”
“Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Dazai whined, briefly releasing one hand on instinct before clamping it back in place. “No teheheheheheheheasing!”
“But you love it,” Chuuya replied in a mischievous voice. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Dazai? If anything, I think you want me to tease you more. Until you can’t even think straight. Until you’re laughing your guts out and begging for mercy. Hmm? Don’t you? Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle~”
With a desperate cry, Dazai released his hands and shot his arms down protectively, laughter shifting into something more frantic, especially when Chuuya snatched up one wrist, twisted it over top of his boyfriend’s head so his right armpit was as exposed as possible, and used his free hand to dig into that spot for all he was worth.
Dazai threw his head back and screamed. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! CHUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“What’s the matter, Dazai? I thought you wanted me to tickle you to within an inch of your life.” Chuuya had to speak up to be heard over his partner’s helpless cackling. “I’d say we still have several yards to go before we’re there. You’ll just have to take it~”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHEHEHELSE!! PLEASE, CHUUYA!!”
“If you say so.” Chuuya smirked, effortlessly dropping his hands from Dazai’s armpits to his hips, pressing and kneading in that meticulous way he knew drove his boyfriend up the wall, wincing a little when the detective let out a fresh shriek of laughter, hands flying down to grip his wrists in desperation.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEITHER!! NO FAIR, NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”
Chuuya laughed along with him, unable to hide how much fun he was having with this as well. It was always a treat to make his annoying bastard of a boyfriend plead for mercy, but right now, he was just happy to be able to reward Dazai for a very, very good day. He could have easily activated his ability, pinned his boyfriend in the way he wanted, tickled him so hard and so long he’d be forced to cancel it out of sheer desperation – but there was something so fun about watching Dazai struggle and thrash and not be able to do a damn thing about the position he was in.
And really, he’d forced his boyfriend to restrain himself all day. The least he could do now was let him react in exactly the way he wanted to in response to the unbearable sensations wracking his body, in just the way he’d been desperate for them to all week.
“CHUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!” Dazai’s laughter grew screechy the more he focused on his hips, hands becoming vice grips on his wrists in his unconscious effort to ease the tickling even a fraction. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
Chuuya just smiled at him, though he was too far gone to notice.
“Don’t you worry, Dazai,” he said, suddenly darting back up into his armpits and watching Dazai tip his head back to scream and laugh uncontrollably, without restraint, legs kicking in the air behind the redhead’s straddle. “Now that I’ve got you here, you’re not going anywhere.”
Hi!!! Omg I love your art so much!!!! You are so talented. Keep working hard, but remind yourself to take breaks and rest. Please don't over work yourself. Drink water and eat when you need to. Anyways, idk if requests are still open, but if they are, I wanted to ask if you could maybe do anything with lee! Jinshi from Apothicary Diaries. If not, I absolutely understand and I hope you have a wonderful week!! Please rest!!❤
thank you for being so kind, literally only ate and drank when this draft was flashing before my eyes. i'm very glad you enjoy my convulsions that you call art, hope you don't mind this format!
i wanna smoke with cookie monster so bad.... greening out and he hits u with the "imagine....imagine what me do if moon was cookie.... just imagine" i would lose my freaking mindddd
He would be looking out the window "you know what moon remind me of..... cookie" and i would be like DUDEEE.. WE SHOULD MAKE COOKIES and he would probably feel so loved
Starting to think I'm burnt out (not just from writing, but art, work, and just life). Feeling tired all day but laying in bed at night exhausted but awake. No motivation to do anything. Anyone have tips? Do I actually have to go touch grass?
*gently takes your face in my hands* hey. remember that fandom is for fun. if you're not having fun it is ok to step back. if you're intentionally making it unfun for others it is ok to step back. none of this is real. go sit in the sun and smell a flower. i love you.
favorite thing about tumblr is having a fandom in law. no i haven't watched this show and i'm not planning to. but my moot is having fun!! look how much they love it!!! i'm supportive from the sidelines!
