hi, everyone! welcome to my tickle blog! i donât want to share my real name, so please call me melody :) iâve liked tickling for a very long time and decided to do something about it lol. i donât write full length fics often tho, so beware.
i donât mind if n$fw blogs want to follow me.
minors please DNI!!
⥠fandoms âĄ
atm iâm mostly involved in bungou stray dogs and danganronpa (particularly 2 and 3) so expect this blog to revolve around it, at least for the time being. headcanon requests are welcome!
other/previous fandoms include my hero academia, sk8 the infinity, omori, and haikyuu. feel free to start a discussion about them. iâll happily respond, but i canât promise content.
what!?! a human sona?!?! anyways indidnt caption this one because it felt weird to write day 18 on it. but the day is curse and i 1. have the curse of hyperfixation and 2. like inflicting chars ters with the curse. you understand i dont need to explain
A/N: this does include tickle kink hcs in a separate section so no need to read if that makes you uncomfortable!
minors DNI!!
N$4W:
nagito is plagued with thoughts of wanting to grope hajimeâs boobies
nagito is a masochist freak that tells hajime heâs allowed to do downright immoral, diabolical things to him
hajime, on the other hand, is not a big sadist and can't see himself actually injuring nagitoÂ
he TRIES to tap into the no-holds barred sadism but feels too awkward and guilty doing it
he tries to find a middle ground that he wouldnât be uncomfortable with doing. biting, hair pulling, spanking, scratching, etc. are on the table
nagito has a crazy sensitive gag reflex and keeps choking when he tries deepthroating so hajime literally has to stop him and tell him not to go so deep
nagito can only go partway down, but makes up for the parts he canât reach with his hand
when hajimeâs getting head, heâll card his fingers through nagitoâs hair and say heâs doing a good job and that just motivates nagito even more (which gives him the confidence to try deepthroating and we all know how thatâll go, itâs a vicious cycle)
in hajimeâs case, because heâs the ultimate everything it also makes him the ultimate throat goat
the first time they ever tried to work up to anything sexual, nagito came just from hajime biting his neck. he was already so worked up and he just couldnât help himself, but hajime was actually pretty flattered
they canât really ask the future foundation to supply toys for them while living on the island so they have to make do with what they have and get creative. that means using neckties, poly rope, hairbrushes, massagers, etc.
every time hajime gets into the shower, nagitoâs always fiending to join him- hajime has to ward him away, but when heâs finished washing he thinks it would be nice to have nagito join him
he tries to call him back, but nagitoâs already standing outside the shower ass naked
nagito is pretty loud/vocal on purpose as a way of encouraging hajime bc he doesnât know any other way to do itÂ
bc of his bad luck, nagito is paranoid heâll somehow give hajime an STI/STD despite not even having one himself, so hajime has to reassure him that it wonât happen
hajime gets hot and bothered in public when nagito unintentionally does something suggestive and he tells him that they have to get home right NEOW and nagito just goes with it
their sex can get pretty emotional at times bc nagito never thought he could ever be with someone he loved and who loved him back
heâll tear up and repeat to hajime that he loves him and hajime says it back no matter what theyâre in the middle of
their safeword is âorangeâ cause hajime loves orange juice LOL
nagito isnât a hair puller, but he is a hair grabber- he will bury his fingers in hajimeâs hair and hold on for dear life
nagito gets way too excited when he rides hajime and he starts drooling without realizing itÂ
sometimes he even tries to take hajime dry but hajime insists that lube would make it easier for both of them
TK HCs:
tickling is one of the aforementioned middle grounds that hajime uses to indulge nagitoâs masochism- heâs more comfortable doing that than actually hurting him
also he just thinks nagitoâs laughter is cuter and much better to hear than screams of pain <3
ironically, itâs one of the things that nagito can deal with the least. he doesnât safeword but he DOES whine and beg for mercy
hajime canât believe this is the same person that stabbed himself multiple times and impaled himself with a spear, but he does not dare bring it up
itâs a turn-on for nagito tho cause he enjoys the helplessness that comes with it and just how torturous it feels in general >:)
hajime was kind of awkward about it at first but they explored what worked best and he got more comfortable so now heâs a full-fledged tickle monster hehe
they even started using tools like electric toothbrushes and hairbrushes
when hajime uses tools on nagito he treats it like a serious surgery. heâs steady with them and really focuses on nagitoâs reaction to see if he should change anything
hajime is one of those normal people that finds being tickled annoying/unenjoyable (couldnât be me) so heâs strictly ler
if nagito even TRIES to do it to him first, he will get him
it also became a way for hajime to flirt or give hints that heâs feeling frisky. he doesnât ever go too far, just pinches/pokes, spidering his nails over his back/waist, etc. but it sends the message
hajime actually settled very well into the ler role and uses it as punishment for when nagito is too nagito (thatâs why a lot of times nagito rage baits him on purpose)
itâs become a regular part of their foreplay and hajime even surprises him with it, especially when heâs bound/gagged
thereâs a lot of potential for it when they shower together on account of the lathering and scrubbing
nagitoâs worst spots are his ribs and hips cause theyâre kind of bony (but i feel like the tops of his feet are also particularly sensitive)
nagitoâs laugh is wheezy and breathy and he WILL start coughing if it goes on for too long, so hajime has to stop and check on him when he thinks itâs getting to be too much
nagito does like being tickled when heâs tied up, but also likes it when his arms arenât bound. when his arms are free he instinctively tries to fight back and it turns him on when hajime can pin him down regardlessÂ
heâs the type to seize up rather than flail when heâs getting tickled so hajime takes advantage of that- heâll just say âget out of my wayâ and move his arms away easily cause theyâre already weak lol
sometimes hajime will use both arms to pin nagito then get him with tickle bites. and having hajimeâs mouth on him works him up even more
hajime doesnât often tease or even say much, he just lets his fingers do the talking. he assumes nagito wouldnât really focus on what he has to say anyway
nagito canât really respond properly to what he has to say if heâs doing a good job. he canât get his thoughts straight and he just babbles
hajime canât help but smile and laugh with him because itâs entertaining to see nagito coming undone from a few tickles
hajime will give nagito kisses as he tickles him just because he thinks the whole thing is so cute
seeing nagito tear up encourages hajime to keep going but if it sounds like heâs starting to actually cry, he gets pretty hesitant and feels like heâs going too far. he checks on nagito but most times itâs just how his laughter sounds and it isnât out of any discomfort
hajime sometimes presses his palm against nagitoâs mouth to muffle his laughter and it turns him on even more
nagito almost never safewords and is always willing to go until he literally passes out so hajime has to call it off before that happens
hajime playfully shushes nagitoâs loud reactions sometimes as if telling him heâs being too dramatic
A/N: i previously took this off of my account, but had a change of heart so it's back again! welcome back, my first actual tickle fic
Summary: Mushitarou is image obsessed and Poe has a secret unconventional interest that might divert him from that.
Word Count: 5.1K
DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, so if it's not your thing, you can scroll.
Mushitarou studied himself in the mirror of the vanity dresser. Not a hair was out of place, but still, he decided he could do better than that. His comb slid through his hair for what mustâve been the thousandth time that night. He wouldnât settle for less than perfect.
He wasnât sitting at his own vanity set, taking up so much time. No, he sat in his partner, Poeâs seat, in front of his mirror, in his room.
And Poe, who watched him from the bed, didnât mind at all. Anything of his was Mushitarouâs. That was the norm once Poe took him in for asylum a year prior. Since then, they discovered mutual feelings and made the living arrangement permanent. Theyâve even been sleeping with each other. Both in the literal sense and in the adult way.Â
In all their time together, Poe had gotten familiar with Mushitarou's pursuit of elegance. His attitude sometimes betrayed him, mostly around their mutual friend, Ranpo. Despite that, his appearance always portrayed classiness. His dedication to his looks was refreshing to see, as Poe often neglected his own. There was an almost humorous contrast between Mushitarou's hair and his.
Mushitarou wasn't using any gels or hairsprays this time. His only tool was his comb, which was why it took longer to get to his liking.
With Mushitarou even whipping a comb out during casual conversation, Poe saw this often. But still, this scene in particular always confused him, so he spoke up.
âWhy do you do all that? Weâre going to sleep.â
âThatâs no excuse to look sloppy,â Mushitarou declared, rising from the seat at last. He smoothed his silken lapel pajamas as he stood. It was an expensive set that Poe gifted him the previous Christmas.
Poe was able to get a good look at him.
"Well, as always, you look like a doll," he smiled.
Mushitarou felt a stutter in his heart at the praise, which compelled him to climb in bed beside Poe. He turned off the bedside light, slipped under the covers, and curled into the other. They executed it smoothly, as if they rehearsed dozens of times. Poe wrapped his arms around him and settled a hand onto his side.
Poe continuously stroked a thumb over the skin above Mushitarou's hip; His shirt had ridden up and exposed it. He shivered under the feathery soft tickling. Although it seemed like an affectionate gesture, he adjusted to try and escape it.Â
The stroking stopped as soon as Mushitarou expressed discomfort. Poe pulled the otherâs shirt down to cover his skin. He assumed Mushitarou would want to do so.Â
Mushitarou spent a good few moments wondering if Poe read deeper into his reaction. If he realized he was tickling him. If it was actually done on purpose.Â
He soon found the mulling pointless, as the moment had already passed. He brushed it off and the two soon fell asleep.
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The next night went as usual, with Mushitarou preparing for sleep like it was a formal occasion. Except this time, Poe stepped up and gently took the otherâs hand in his, stopping the comb.Â
âThank you, but itâll be more manageable in the morning if Iâm thorough with it, so Iâd like to continue.â
Poe hesitated, but spoke up once more.
âIâm all alone in bed.â
âNow you know how I feel when you work in your study so late into the night,â Mushitarou shot back with a cocky smirk.
âI always follow you back when you come looking for me, donât I?â
Mushitarou paused. It was true. So he huffed in defeat and stood up, with Poe taking his comb and setting it on the dresser. His hand still in Poeâs, he led him back to their bed. They were soon snuggled up again.
After they settled in, Poe slid his hands into the back of Mushitarouâs shirt. His fingers traced over the skin of his back. Now alert, Mushitarou inhaled sharply and seized at the touch.Â
"Oh, does that tickle?" Poe asked, stopping. But the answer was obvious. After all, he did discover Mushitarouâs ticklishness the day before. It was when Karl started crawling over his torso in an attempt to reach his shoulders. From personal experience, Poe knew all that squirming and grabbing tickled. He suppressed his reactions well enough, but nothing gets past the former detective. He noticed the slight smile and hitched breath.
Mushitarou didnât know that he knew, though. For the sake of his dignity, it wasnât something he wanted to have exposed, soâŠ
Time to lie.Â
âNo. It just surprised me.â
âOh, I see.â Poe humored him, knowing that wasnât exactly the case. âThen, you wonât mind if I keep going?â
Poe moved his hands as if to begin again and Mushitarou tensed in anticipation. But no tickling followed; Poe faked him out. That reaction was already telling of his sensitivity, he gathered. As soon as Poe chuckled, he knew he couldnât hide it.Â
âYou donât have to lie to me,â Poe said, âI already know.â
Instead of continuing, like Mushitarou imagined Ranpo would have, Poe shifted his hands away from the area. He wrapped them around his shoulders instead. Mushitarou exhaled and curled closer into the other. Naturally, if there was anyone he could trust with this information, it was Poe.
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The next night played out the same, with Poe begging Mushitarou to leave his nightly routine where it was and come to bed. Once he did, fingers flitted up his spine and made him shiver. Previously within Poeâs arms, Mushitarou broke out of his hold and sat up. The other followed.
âOkay, whatâs the big idea?â Mushitarou probed, flustered, âWhy do you keep doing that?â
Poe was already aware of the ticklish nature of the movements, so why does he continue?
âDo you like it?â Poe asked, simple and with a genuine curiosity. Despite every reaction suggesting the opposite, it couldnât hurt to ask.Â
âDonât be absurd. Who actually likes that kind of thing?â
Silence.Â
A long silence.
Brows knit, Mushitarou studied the otherâs face only to find a sheepish expression.Â
Does that mean�
Poe must have sensed that the dots connected, because he continued the conversation to explain himself. âIâve been working up the nerve to confess, but I couldnât continue without testing the waters.â
Heâd observed his reactions for a sign of enjoyment. He did his best not to push too many buttons or overstep any boundaries. If at any point Mushitarou expressed complete disdain for tickling, Poe wouldnât pursue the matter further. But that never happened.Â
Dumbstruck, Mushitarou tried to gather his thoughts. âSo thatâs what this is about? A fetish?â
This rendered Poe breathless and he couldnât speak for a few moments.
He spluttered, âThat was a big jump, it doesnât have to be a fetish- Well, I guess it is for me sometimes, but⊠um.âÂ
Mushitarou waited for him to expand, but it didnât happen. A tickle fetish, huh? It seemed very strange, but he reckoned there were stranger, more uncomfortable fetishes to have. Could he really do it, though? He needed to discuss it further. Sighing at Poeâs clamming up, he assumed heâd have to be the one to lead the conversation.Â
âLet me get this straight. You intend to incorporate it into our sexual routine?â
Poe shakily breathed out, âIâd like that.âÂ
âBut it doesnât have to be about sex,â He hurriedly added, âI⊠like it by itself, too.â
Poe, who revealed something intimate and unconventional, and Mushitarou, who had a bomb dropped on him, both sat abashed. Mushitarou was in no hurry to respond while trying to soak up the information.
In no hurry at all.
âForget I said anything,â Poe mumbled, preparing to turn away from him in the bed.Â
âHold on, hold on,â Mushitarou interjected without thinking. Why wasnât he quick to dismiss the idea and play along with forgetting about it?Â
Perhaps he hated to see Poe so embarrassed. Not to mention, disappointed. Poe had been so generous with him ever since he moved in. He couldnât remember a time where someone else treated him as kindly. Meanwhile, Mushitarou did next to nothing for him in return. At least nothing that compared to the otherâs gestures. He doesnât know if heâll even like this kind of thing, but he was willing to try. Just for Poe.
Poe looked back at him expectantly. Mushitarou hadnât even had a plan for what to say next, so silence loomed for a while. Until he broke it.
âJust⊠nothing with feet, alright?â
Poe responded with a bright smile.
---
The next night was unprecedented. In lieu of his normal hair routine, Mushitarou sprawled over the bed. Poe hovered over him, seated between his legs. He'd unbuttoned his pajama top, exposing his chest and stomach.
Without a doubt, Mushitarou was nervous. The anticipation bled into his features, contorting his face. Poe didnât miss the way he bit his lip.Â
âAre you sure this is alright with you?â Poe asked, âWe donât have to do this if youâre uncomfortable.â
âDonât make it more difficult,â Mushitarou exclaimed, feigning confidence. âIâll be the one in control, yes? If I donât like it, Iâll stop it.â
Poe nodded. He reassured beforehand that heâd act completely at Mushitarouâs discretion. Heâd stop as soon as it was requested of him without getting upset.
âN-now, what should I do?â he asked. There was a slight waver in his voice.
âJust sit back,â Poe said in a calming tone, âLet me take care of it all.â
Like staring down the drop of a rollercoaster, Mushitarou felt a tightness in his throat.Â
Poe decided to start light, in the same fashion as the past few nights. He ghosted his nails over the otherâs neck, trailing them down. Mushitarou inhaled sharply at the first moment of contact. After a slight, surprising graze to his underarms on the way down, the fingers ended up over his stomach. They began spidering and Mushitarou felt a tickling sensation just under his skin.
âGh-!â Mushitarou choked, slamming a hand over his mouth. He was not used to this. At all.Â
Poe withdrew, huffing with a smile. He took hold of Mushitarouâs wrist, separating the otherâs hand and mouth with great care. Pinning it beside him in a loose grip, Poe leaned further in, brushing his bangs away to lock eyes properly.Â
âYou can laugh, my love. I want to hear it.â
Mushitarou froze. He seldom saw Poeâs eyes. A single one could be spotted if he was lucky, but almost never both. Now, here they are looking back at him with such softness. And such intent. Is he really that into this? UnbelievableâŠ!
Mushitarou turned his face toward the bedding in an attempt to hide how red it was becoming. Poe doesnât know how embarrassing he is. Or he does and just loves the reaction heâs getting. Either way, screw him! Mushitarou only wanted to sink further into the bed.
âI think this could be good for you. Youâre always so uptight.â
Mushitarou often admonished childish behavior, jovial behavior. And, to preserve his dignity, never acted in such a way himself. Laughter wasnât anything to be embarrassed about. Letting loose wasnât anything to be embarrassed about. Deep down, Poe wanted to show that to him.
Using his free hand, Poe pinched along his ribs to test the waters. Mushitarou bucked his hips with a yelp. With this, Poe wasted no time in cupping his ribs with relaxed squeezes. Despite how gentleâŠ
âEdga- Agh!âÂ
Mushitarou, aside from the occasional whimpering of Poeâs name, only responded with shaky inhales and wheezes.Â
âDo you like it here?â Poeâs hand drifted down to squeeze his sides. Mushitarou gasped, bunching the sheets underneath his free hand. Unbeknownst to Poe, his squeezes became firmer. If heâd been aware, he would have toned it down, so it wouldnât be so overwhelming. Unfortunately for Mushitarou, that was not the case. Poe needed to place more effort into restraining the otherâs arm.Â
âHow about here?â Poe placed his fingers atop Mushitarouâs stomach again and prodded deep into it. âDoes that feel good?â
Mushitarou's heart dropped. He lurched forward with a noise akin to a snort before his head slammed back against the pillow. The writhing had turned his hair, which he put so much effort into maintaining, into a mess.Â
âWha- ha! Hngh!â That was all he could manage in response.
What did he say? Mushitarou asked himself, trying to pull a coherent thought together in the midst of the sensations.  Does it feel good? What a ridiculous question!
Still, the blush spread further on Mushitarouâs face while he mulled over the answer. Another sudden electric shock to his ribs pulled his attention. Heâd already been feeling quite hot. His lips pursed, but something threatened to spill out.
Mushitarou was giving him anything but laughter, Poe observed. He wondered if this was the otherâs way of trying to keep his composure. However, with each cry, Mushitarouâs body convulsed. He teetered from side to side, in a half-hearted attempt to roll over. This kind of behavior was anything but composed. Even so, his ability to suppress his giggles was impressive. Would it be wrong of Poe to try and draw out a more hysterical laugh?
Poeâs attack slowed and he smoothed his hands over Mushitarouâs shoulders, as if to wind him down. Mushitarou relaxed against the touch, almost breathing a sigh of relief.Â
âYouâre quite resilient,â Poe chimed with a smile, âFor someone this sensitive, that is-â
âYes, yes,â Mushitarou interrupted on purpose, sitting up, âAre we finished here?â
âOnly if you decide youâve had enough.â Poe retracted his hands, so Mushitarou could feel he was the one in control.Â
âSo you- you intend to continue if I donât say otherwise?â
âWell, yes⊠I havenât yet heard your laugh.âÂ
âThat again?â Mushitarouâs brow furrowed. âThatâs⊠Thatâs not my fault, you know. You go too slowly.â
âOh, I see,â Poe smiled, âIs this an invitation to speed up?â
Mushitarou, flustered, fumbled over his words. âInvi- huh!? No, I- wellâŠâ
Poe, remaining patient, only waited for a proper answer. At last, Mushitarou groaned, leaning into the otherâs shoulder.
âYouâre trying to kill me, even though itâs my first time,â he grumbled, speech muffled.Â
âBe grateful Ranpo isnât in my position right now,â Poe smiled, patting his back. âYou donât even get a chance to breathe. Though, I do enjoy it.â
In his head, Mushitarou shuddered. Being at Ranpoâs mercy like that sounds horrendous. It was unbelievable to him that Poe could stomach that treatment, let alone enjoy it. Yes, thinking about it with objectivity, heâd much rather have Poe in this position.
Poe collected the otherâs hand, reclaiming his focus. He lifted the back of his hand to his lips.
âIâll only continue with your permission,â Poe said, lips brushing against the skin, âYour comfort comes first.â
Poe pressed a kiss onto his hand to conclude the statement and Mushitarou felt dizzy for a brief moment. As always, he was grateful for such a considerate partner, and a trustworthy one. If he could trust Poe not to go overboard, itâd be alright to continue indulging in his⊠interest.
âContinue, then,â Mushitarou replied at last, his voice just above a whisper.
âAs you wish,â Poe smiled, helping the other settle onto his back once more. He looked a bit too satisfied, Mushitarou thought. âIf you want to stop or make adjustments at any point, please let me know.â
Mushitarou only nodded, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.
Poe trailed his fingers down the length of the otherâs stomach, relishing the way his muscles contracted under the touch. It was gentle. He didnât want to send him into a panic as soon as they began again.Â
Gradually, yet all too soon for Mushitarou, those fingers dug deeper in. They sped up, dancing over his torso, teasing him. And using both hands made it much worse than their little test drive earlier. Mushitarou lost his breath with a single wheeze, before trying to regain it among a series of whimpers.
It was enough for Mushitarou to, without thinking, shoot his hands down to protect himself. Poe was expecting this response sooner or later. Still, it was quite impressive that he could act against such an instinct for this long!Â
Wherever on his torso Poe attacked, it wouldnât last long, as he would fend off the touch just as quickly. The corners of Poeâs lips turned up in amusement. Red-faced, squeaking, pawing at his hands to keep them from tickling. Was Mushitarou aware of just how silly his desperate attempts at protection made him look?Â
âMushitarou, dear,â Poe sang, âI canât continue like this.â
âC-canât help it,â Mushitarou muttered, eyes averted.Â
Poe shifted a hand to Mushitarouâs knee, rubbing up and down the length of his thigh.
âWould you be so kind as to move your arms? Please~?â Poe pleaded in a dulcet tone, making the otherâs heart stutter.
Mushitarou groaned inwardly, having to make an impossible decision. Fighting to keep his arms up seemed intolerable, but if he didnât move them now, Poe couldnât have the session he wanted. Agh, why couldnât Poe just work around it!? He could do that, right?
Poe continued rubbing his thigh, as if to coax him. He almost shivered at the contact. They couldnât progress like this. Not until Mushitarou steeled himself and revealed his torso for his boyfriend. The things he does to repay Poeâs kindness⊠Well, itâs not like heâll ever regret doing that.
Mushitarou, reluctant, eased his arms away from his stomach. His hands rested beside him once more. Waiting with bated breath, he twisted the sheets between his fingers.Â
âSuch a good boy,â Poe spoke low, smiling, âThank you.â
Poe lowered his head until his nose was hovering just above the otherâs stomach. He lingered there, giving Mushitarou an opportunity to reject what was coming next. Because he heard no objection, he continued.
Kisses were peppered all over Mushitarouâs stomach. Although it did tickle, it wasnât so intense. It deepened the blush he wore on his face, sending tingles up his spine. Still, it was bearable. Relievingly so. He even sighed, relaxing his grip on the sheets. It was kind of nice, he thought.
That was until two hands latched onto his sides and massaged thumbs deep into each side of his stomach. Simple, but effective.Â
âWha!?â Mushitarou yelped, tensing up once more. His yelps dissolved into panicked whines. âWh- Hah!!âÂ
He shouldnât have let his guard down!
Poeâs face remained buried into Mushitarouâs stomach, nuzzling and kissing. This, in tandem with wiggling fingers, made Mushitarou feel like his soul was escaping from his mouth. It all looked like a predator attacking its helpless prey. He was eating him up.
Mushitarou, acting on instinct again, moved his hands onto Poeâs head with a plan to force it off. But still, once they landed, heâd controlled himself. Instead, his fingers twisted into Poeâs thick, unruly hair and remained there. They even trembled. This didnât seem to bother the other in the slightest, and his mouth continued working on his stomach.Â
This continued for quite a while, though Mushitarou wasnât in the right frame of mind to recall specifics. A few seconds, minutes, whatever. It all ran together. His mind grew fuzzier. All he could focus on were the electric sensations invading his body. He even disregarded the drool spilling down the side of his face; It was a display he would not be okay with if he were fully cognizant.
âYouâre doing so well for me, sweetheart,â Poe mumbled against the otherâs skin. It didnât matter to him if Mushitarou could process or even hear the praise, he just needed to say it. The slight movement of his lips tickled a bit.Â
Still breathing Mushitarou in, Poeâs hands trailed down to the thighs on either side of him. They latched onto the inner sections.Â
And squeezed.
Mushitarou, who had already been wailing, screamed. Poe lifted his head to watch Mushitarou, now alert. He hummed in satisfaction and the other just knew he was scheming.
âIt seems Iâve found the sweet spot~!â Poe accentuated the statement with rapid kneading at the newfound weak point. The otherâs legs spasmed at the contact.
Mushitarouâs hands were still gripping Poeâs hair. The kneading continued, so he began to push him away. It did very well in putting distance between him and Poeâs face! Unfortunately, it did nothing to separate the hands from his thighs.Â
At last, Mushitarou bubbled into laughter. Well, it didnât resemble laughter as much as frantic sobs. In truth, if Poe had to describe it, it sounded more like crying. He knew that crying with laughter was very much a thing. Still, the line between laughter and genuine cries of distress in this situation was often blurred.
Poeâs kneading slowed until it came to a complete stop. As such, Mushitarouâs breathing evened out. His face was still red.
âIs everything alright?â Poe asked, concern lacing his voice.
âHuh? What?â Mushitarou managed while trying to regain his breath, âWhat is it?â
He was in a daze, to say the least. Heâd already prepared himself for way more, but it stopped on a dime.
âYou sounded upset. Are you perhaps overwhelmed?â
Overwhelmed?Â
âI was handling it just fine,â Mushitarou scoffed, offended.
âYes, clearly you can handle it, I just wanted to check is all,â Poe clarified in a sheepish tone, âI couldnât tell if you were crying.â
Mushitarouâs brows furrowed at that last statement. Poeâs efforts were all to draw out his laughter and thatâs what he gives him?Â
His thoughts wandered back to Ranpo. The detectiveâs laugh was always so bright, cheery. That kind of laughter charmed Poe, he knew. If Ranpo were in his place, heâd give him the perfect response. Meanwhile, his own âlaughterâ sounded so heavy and burdened. Like crying.
âDo you not like my laugh?âÂ
Poe could detect a small waver in Mushitarouâs voice.
âNo, no- Donât misunderstand,â Poe tried to reassure him, âIt wasnât what I was expecting by any means, but itâs not bad.â
Not bad. AKA not good either. Mushitarou scowled as he sat up, scooting away from Poe. Heat rose in him again, from shame instead. This was exactly why he held himself back, even with Poeâs encouragement. This kind of thing could only spell out one thing for him: humiliation.
Poe faltered. It wasnât uncommon for Mushitarou to get in his own head like this, but he didn't expect to comfort him here.
âDonât be embarrassed,â Poe said, âYouâve finally stopped holding your laughter back. How it sounds doesnât matter to me.â
âIs it⊠really okay with you?â Mushitarou asked, his body language still quite flat. He wasnât convinced.
âOf course.â Poeâs eyes softened. He pressed forward, driving Mushitarou back against the bed frame. âTruly, youâve been giving me perfect reactions this whole time, even without your laughterâŠâ
He brought his hands back to Mushitarouâs torso, feeling him tense up.
âBecauseâŠâ
He drew light, fleeting circles on the otherâs skin with his fingers.Â
âI can tell that youâre very, very ticklish.â
Mushitarou felt his heart catch in his throat and he didnât know if it was from embarrassment or excitement.
Poe leaned further in, âIâve got a few more minutes in me if you do.âÂ
Their eyes met again. Speechless, Mushitarou only nodded without much thought. He hadnât even stopped to consider if he liked the feeling. There was just something about Poe that turned him into putty.Â
They repositioned themselves, with Poe easing his partner onto his lap. Settling in, Mushitarou looped his arms around Poeâs neck. His legs wrapped around him, as well, encasing him.
Poe snaked his hands between their bodies, wiggling his slender fingers at the otherâs lower ribs. Mushitarou squeaked as he tried to arch away from the invading hands. Still, his own arms betrayed him; They seized up around Poeâs neck, locking him in place.Â
Poeâs hands explored further, scribbling away in different directions. His left traveled to the area below his underarm, his right trailed down to massage into a thigh once again.Â
Mushitarou writhed on Poeâs lap conflicted, unable to decide which stimulus to respond to. If he twisted away from the left hand, Poe would work harder on his thigh. If he twisted away from the right, Poe would work harder on his ribs. His recoiling would only send him back into the hand he tried to escape. Poeâs skill was unsettling.
The indecision sent Mushitarou sobbing with laughter into Poeâs shoulder. The hold around his partnerâs neck tightened, as if to restrain himself further. Poe thought to discourage him from muffling his reactions, but figured he should do what heâs most comfortable with now. He deserved it for being such a trooper!
âOh, my poor Mushitarou,â Poe cried in exaggerated woe, âHeâs so sensitive!â
âShh- Shut-!'' Mushitarou began, but Poe dug his thumbs into the hollows of his underarms. He cut himself off with a screech before he could continue.Â
âIâm sorry, what were you going to say, my love?â
Forced out among the wheezes, âY-you did tha-at on purpose !âÂ
Poe dismissed it with a hum. According to his personal logic, it was alright since heâd forgive him anyway! Twisted logic, but it was correct here.
Mushitarouâs arms grew weak around the otherâs shoulders, thinking to slip them down over the attacking hands. Instead, his face pushed deeper into the crook of Poeâs neck with high-pitched, panicking whines.
Feeling him press closer, Poe stopped tickling and wrapped him in a hug. Mushitarou pulled his face away, with the shadow of an idea that the session ended. The embrace grew firmer, however. And the fingers at the backside of his ribs resumed tickling.Â
Startled, Mushitarou arched his back, away from the touch. He erupted in broken sobs that bordered on laughter. Tickle hugs were an evil tactic. Heâd once witnessed, from a crowd, Ranpo pulling it on an officer. It was a childish move, an embarrassing move. He pitied that officer, and now Poe was using it against him! It was so amusing, he could laugh... Oh, wait.
With Mushitarou arched into the other, it only pressed them closer together and allowed for a tighter grip. Poe appreciated that, observing how often your own body can betray you when tickled.Â
Mushitarou cried openly now with his head thrown back. Poe could see the full effect it was having on him. Tears streamed down his blushing face. His brows were knit together, eyes completely shut. The corners of his lips, turned up, sported streams of saliva. He looked quite undignified.
Perfect. It was absolutely perfect.Â
Poe brought one of his hands up to cup the back of Mushitarouâs head while the other continued working. He guided their faces closer together and sealed their lips together in a kiss. Mushitarou had no problem with this, but it gagged him. He breathed unsteadily through his nose until he squealed into the kiss. Poe drank his reactions up, savoring each noise as they reached his ears.
The other hand tickling at Mushitarouâs back slowed to a stop, while the kiss remained.
When they separated a few seconds later, Poe swept a few stray hairs from Mushitarouâs face. He knew heâd want to fix his hair as soon as possible. A few seconds passed by in silence. With that, the session indeed ended.
Mushitarou exhaled, falling onto his back. He wiped the various fluids on his face away with his sleeve, then pressed the back of his hand to his forehead in true drama queen fashion.Â
âI hope youâre satisfied now that youâve put me through the wringer,â Mushitarou said, without any bite.
Poe giggled, settling in on Mushitarouâs side.
âVery. Thank you for indulging me.â
Mushitarou hummed half-heartedly. It goes without saying it was worth it to him.
Poe continued, âAnd for letting me see a side of you that you don't allow anyone else to see.â
A few times in the past, Ranpo attempted to ruffle Mushitarouâs hair and heâd respond with an ear-splitting warning to stop. âKeep your hands off my hair!â heâd shout each time, âThereâs no excuse!âÂ
But now, he wore mussed hair. More than that, his silken pajamas hung haphazardly off his shoulders. A sleeve was damp after wiping off his face. The sheen of drool still drying reflected on his chin and his face was flushed from the crying. Mushitarouâs assertiveness, his elegance, they were both shattered by a few minutes of mischievous hands. Poe was grateful to be able to see such a sight.
"I'm surprised you haven't gone to freshen up yet," Poe said.
"You've gone and tired me out," Mushitarou sighed, "I don't care anymore."
"Even in such a frenzied state, you looked ravishing. Itâs just what I was looking for"Â
Mushitarou cracked a smile. For a wallflower, Poe could be quite the charmer.
âOf course you'd think that. Seriously, I would never let another man turn me into this . Especially not the way you did.â
âIâm honored,â Poe grinned. âBut⊠did you not like it?â
Poe prepared himself to never get another chance at it again. That was fine. Doing it even once was more than he ever expected.Â
âIâm not sure.â
A fair response, Poe thought. Even among people who enjoy it, many share a love/hate relationship with the activity.Â
Mushitarou hadnât even had a chance to consider how he felt. Still, he never found himself asking for it to stop. If he allowed himself to get so lost in the feeling, perhaps he did like it. Or at least didnât dislike it.Â
âWhy do you like it?â he asked. Maybe he could get a better grasp on his feelings if he listens to a different perspective.
It was Poeâs turn to feel heat rush to his face.Â
âIt can be a bit torturous, but I find myself⊠enjoying that. Itâs a sweet sting. Like electrocution, only without the pain.â
âAm I dating a masochist?â
Poe chuckled. âIt does kind of sound like that, I canât argue. But imagining you feeling the same thing had me indecently excited.â
A sweet sting, huh?
âI never wouldâve expected something so perverted from you⊠but,â Mushitarou averted his gaze. âI wouldnât mind doing it again. Just for you. Maybe Iâll decide how I feel then.â
âThat sounds lovely.â
They huddled closer together in the bed, with Mushitarou tucking his head under Poeâs chin.
âI really do adore you,â Poe whispered, tightening his embrace on the other.
Mushitarou buried his face further into Poeâs chest, a silent declaration that he returned the sentiment. Soon, he felt fingers trailing up and down the bare skin of his back. The same feathery soft tickling from before, lulling him to sleep.Â
mushiranpoe tk headcanons cause i'm going insane over them
CW: foot tickles mentioned
between all three of them, poe is the most active in the tickle community and he was in it way before their relationship started
he secretly runs a tickle blog and writes mind-blowing tickle fics that he is crazy embarrassed of
ofc ranpo knew about it all along and when he dropped the truth toward the beginning of their relationship, poe could not speak properly for a solid three minutes
ranpo thought it was cute tho and happily indulged in his interest. started to really like it himself and officially joined the community (and dragged mushi into it when he started dating them)
poe loves loves LOVES being tickled by ranpo, his heart beats real fast and it makes him feel bubbly hehehe
ranpo is the primary ler between them all, he's a menace. i mean. he is a canonical ler
he loves having that bit of power over two guys that are taller than him and loves making them laugh. he also thinks it's funny how sensitive they are
he'll deduce their worst spots and absolutely bully them. he'll tease them too, he's a pretty condescending ler (in the playful way)
on the other hand, mushitarou is pretty much the resident lee lmao
not only does he just have humongous lee energy, he just rarely tickles the others because he thinks its childish and embarrassing (and that's exactly why they tickle him so often hehehe)
poe used to consider himself strictly lee until mushitarou joined the mix. ranpo made him help tickle mushi and he enjoyed it way more than he thought he would
something about making mushi squirm and giggle just rang his bell and he suddenly understood why ranpo liked tickling him so much lmao
so now poe likes to tickle mushitarou too but he's way nicer to him than ranpo is (i just love the ler!poe/lee!mushi combo okay?? it's so underrated)
ranpo likes to surprise the other two with tickles all the time and even after all this time they're still not used to it
he'll walk his fingers up their sides or poke their ribs or blow into their ear
poe gasps softly and tries to contain his reactions but mushitarou absolutely *shrieks* and ranpo thinks it's the funniest thing
ranpo and poe like doing this thing where they trap mushi between them and wreck him and they call it a "tickle sandwich"
sometimes it's mushi lying between them in bed and other times poe has mushi on his lap while ranpo sits on mushi's lap
tickle interrogations are a big thing with them
ranpo knows whenever the others are guilty of something and threatens to tickle them unless they fess up
poe is difficult on purpose to get tickled and tries to hold out for as long as possible
mushi plays dumb but folds as soon as the tickles start
poe will also interrogate ranpo with pokes and prods at his sides to make him giggle
tickle games are also a big thing between them
for example, one gives the other two a mystery to solve and if one/both answer wrong, the loser(s) get tickled. (ranpo rarely loses, meanwhile mushitarou is at a huge disadvantage and constantly complains about it)
tickle sessions in general are just big with them
ranpo will sit between the other two as they lay on their backs and tickle them, sit on their ankles and tickle both of their feet, make poe hold mushitarou still so he can't escape, etc.
poe blushes like crazy whenever he has to watch mushitarou get tickled and vice versa
as much as mushitarou gets tickled, he definitely has a love/hate relationship with it. like yes, it's unbearable but he also kind of likes that it's unbearable?? and he loves the attention. it's complicated and he just finds it embarrassing in general
he isn't quite as open with his affection so helping them with their ler moods is one of his ways of showing appreciation no matter how much he complains
ofc they're very mindful of his boundaries and make sure to never push it to the point that he can't breathe!!
he's a crybaby tho, his laugh is whiny and hysterical. ranpo and poe absolutely eat it up (i'm just obsessed with the idea of them loving on mushitarou ESPECIALLY WITH TICKLES i see too much content with him just being their third wheel, i will fix that)
poe's laugh is gaspy. he tries to muffle/hide his reactions but ends up squeaking and yelping
ranpo's laugh is bright n bubbly!! super super cute and he giggles sometimes
i can't see ranpo being a lee *too* often but i can imagine him letting poe get some tickles in from time to time. poe likes tickling him gently before they sleep
adding onto that, poe likes gently tickling his partners with light, fluttery traces on their stomach and kisses/nibbles to their neck. mushitarou actually finds this kind of tickling pretty pleasant
poe would probably splurge on tickle tools (quills, electric toothbrushes, hairbrushes, vibrating massagers, etc.) because he's loaded and VERY passionate about tickling FHSGJFSGH
overall, their home is just full of tickles and laughter idc how indulgent i'm being i love them hhgfjkfsdkhj
hello!! i am a humongous mushipoe enjoyer and i've seen on your reblog of my fic that you like them too! thank god i'm not the only one lmaoo- since requests are open, i'd like to ask for some more tk content of them if possible >:DD btw i'm partial to the ler!poe, lee!mushi dynamic.
tysm!! love your work <<33
Distraction
NAWW THE WAY I FANGIRLED WHEN I SAW YOU REQUESTING ME TO WRITE MUSHIPOE HAHAHA
YOUR MUSHIPOE FIC IS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVES EVER I LOVE IT SMđđđ
I hope I did them justice! :D
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Mushitaro x Poe (romantic)
Lee: Mushitaro
Ler: Poe
Warnings: Tickles! Gey!
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Mushitaro was currently at the study that his lover, Poe, had prepared for him during his stay. He kept staring down at the blank piece of paper while firmly gripping his pen. Why was this so hard...?, he thought to himself. Feeling frustrated, his thoughts felt like they were gonna spiral out of control until a certain someone knocked at his door.
Poe had decided to check up on him and when he opened the door, there he was, fuming at the seams. "What's wrong, love?" Poe asked softly, snapping Mushitaro out of his internal debate. "Feeling stuck again?".
Mushitaro let out a sigh, slumping down in his seat "Yeah...".
Poe softly approached him from behind "Anything I can do to help?". Without waiting for a reply, he started to lightly rub at Mushitaro's shoulders to release any tension. His lover instantly let out a content sigh, which brought a soft smile to Poe's face.
"That's a start..." Mushitaro could feel his eyes growing heavy ever so slowly, until he felt Poe's thumb brush up against the nape of his neck, causing him to sit back upright.
"Hmm? Something wrong?".
Mushitaro's cheeks slightly heated up from the embarrassing reaction he gave to a mere touch. He tried to keep his gaze away, but Poe could easily read him like a book. "Nothing! Hahaha..." Mushitaro let out a nervous laugh, trying to relax once again.
"If you say so...~" there was a slight lilt on Poe's voice, but the detective killer was too deep in his embarrassment to notice. The loving massage went on for a bit longer, causing Mushitaro to lower his guard once again. When he saw the opportunity, Poe lightly ran his short nails across the back of Mushitaro's neck.
"EEK!" the high pitched shriek that escaped him was enough to turn his entire face red.
"Aww... I didn't know you were ticklish~".
"I-I'm not! You just caught me off-guard is all..." Mushitaro let out an annoyed huff, crossing his arms all dignified.
"That so...?" Poe's face took on a more sinister yet playful look. "So you won't mind if I do this, right?" he then slipped his hands under his partner's arms, his short nails softly scribbling against the light fabric of Mushitaro's usual dress shirt.
"GyAHâ!" Mushitaro let out a shriek, quickly slapping one of his hands over his mouth to nullify anymore embarrassing sounds that threatened to come out. But that only left him even more exposed to Poe's ticklish assault.
"I can't believe you kept this secret from me! The sounds you make are so precious~" even though Poe was speaking genuinly, it didn't stop from making Mushitaro feel flustered as heck!
"P-Poe I sweheHEar!" he let out another squeal as Poe's nimble fingers started to poke and prod at his ribcage, causing him to jolt with each ticklish touch.
"Look at you! You already seem much more relaxed. Maybe a bit of tickling will get you out of your slump~" Poe let out a dark chuckle as he proceeded to squeeze at his ribs and down his sides.
"H-hmph! You're the wohohorst...!" Mushitaro giggled hysterically, trying to curl in on himself.
"Oh really? But you haven't told me to stop yet~" Poe whispered teasingly into his lover's ear, watching even the tips of his ears turning a scarlet red. "So I guess I'll keep going~" he brought his hands down to his hips, giving them a firm squeeze.
"EEPâ!" Mushitaro almost flailed off of his seat, his body involuntarily trying to arch away from the touch.
"Oh? Did I hit a good spot?~".
"Poe, don't you dareâ".
"Don't I dare what?~".
"Tickle meâ!" Mushitaro let out a gasp once he realized what he said. "W-wait! I didn't meheHEAN THAHAHAT!" Mushitaro let out loud cackles of laughter, squirming in his seat as if his life depended on it, as Poe massaged deep circles into his hipbones.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, I can't deny such a cute request now can I?~" Poe kept assaulting his ticklish hips, enjoying how his partner got lost in his hysterics.
"WAHAHA! S-STAHAHAPH!" he wheezed out, already trying to gasp for air.
"Oh fine, I don't want you tapping out just yet~ Hmm... what about here?~" Poe then moved his hands to Mushitaro's belly, his nimble fingers lightly pressing against the spot. This caused a flurry of squeaky giggles to come out of his boyfriend. His flushed cheeks and the way he tried keeping his smile compressed made for a very lovely view for Poe. "Aww, you're just so ticklish everywhere, aren't you?~" Poe then proceeded to unbutton his shirt to get access at the bare skin, causing Mushitaro's cheeks to somehow flare up even more.
"H-hey, what are youâ EEEHEHEHE!" Mushitaro's words fell deaf to Poe's ears as his index finger started to softly tickle along his navel, while his other hand kneaded at his bare side. "GYAHAHA! O-OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I-I CAHAHAN'T...!" Mushitaro's body fell limp in his chair, completely worn out from laughing so much. And yet, there was still a bright smile over his lips.
Poe softly smiled down at him as his fingers slowed down to a stop. Mushitaro was a complete blushing mess, while gasping for air. It was pretty cute seeing the usual stuck-up one all disheveled. Even his perfect hair was all messed up.
"Are you okay? I hope I didn't take it too far...".
"As much as I hate to admit it... it was kind of fun, I guess..." Mushitaro spoke in a more shy tone, not daring to make eye contact. Poe then softly pulled his chin up to get a better look at his flushed face, and then their lips locked together for a sweet kiss.
"Glad you enjoyed it~" Poe gave a teasing smirk, causing Mushitaro to let out a flustered groan.
"Oh c'mon! You try being on the receiving endâ".
At that, both of their eyes widened. Although, Mushitaro took on a more mischevious look. "Say Poe... how about I return the favor?~".
"Oh crap..." was the only thought running across Poe's head as he bolted out of the room with Mushitaro hot in his tail. Both of them giggling like little kids in this silly war of theirs. I guess writing could wait a while longer...
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"Mmm.." Ango hummed quietly. His eyes drifted to the clock next to him lazily. 4:57am is what it read. His fingers slipped under his round glasses to try to rub the sleepiness from his eyes.Â
This would be his second all nighter in a row. The things being a mafioso does to you, he thought, his eyes beginning to drift closed unknowingly. He only became aware of this as he felt a hand lovingly push his hair back from his forehead, followed by a kiss, which he recognized by the distinct feeling of stubble that accompanied it.Â
"Odasaku, what are you doing here so late?"
"Late?" The redhead in front of Ango raised an eyebrow, his lips in their usual neutral place. "I just got here. Have you been here all night?"
"Mmm.." Ango gazed down at the papers in front of him. Oda could tell by his tired eyes that the man had been overworking again. He felt pity for him.Â
"You really shouldn't do that to yourself." Oda moved a little closer, slipping his hands around Ango's waist. His lips pressed gently against Ango's neck. It made the brunettes breath hitch. "Exhausting yourself like this is really bad for you."Â
Ango squirmed softly under the tender touch of the other man, his lips starting to turn up a little. Don't let his numb expression fool you, Sakunosuke Oda knew exactly what he was doing.Â
"It's not like I have much of a cho-oiceâ" Ango's breath staggered a little as he felt Oda's lips press ever so tenderly against his ear. His stubble tickled.Â
"You know you'll just end up redoing it after you've rested." Oda was right, it always happened. Ango would work and work till he burnt out and slept and when he'd return he'd find the work chicken scratch from his delirious state. "Sorry, does this tickle?"Â
Ango flushed a little. Anyone who didn't know the gruff man would've thought he was being genuine. He sure sounded it. However, Ango was not just anyone to Oda. "St-stop it."Â
"Sorry." Oda hummed gently. His lips withdrew from Ango's ear. But in replacement, his hands came up a little from where they were rested on his waist. His fingers began massaging into Ango's ribs. The glasses wearing man gave a yelp. "Is this better?"
"N-no that's not- b-beheâ a-ahâ!" Both Ango's arms clung down to his sides defensively. If he didn't know better, Ango would say Oda gave a soft, fond chuckle at the way he reacted. Just quietly behind his neutral expression.
"Youre so tense." The redhead commented as his fingers pressed into Ango's ribs. Ango wanted to tell him that that was idiotic to say, considering he was pressing into his ribs and ribs don't GET tense. But he decided against it as Oda's prodding fingers found his waist. "You should really get some rest."
"I h-ahave to fihinish my wohorkâ!" The brunette protested as Oda's fingers explored around his waist. This was far from this first time something like this had taken place. In fact, it happened almost weekly. Ango never won. "StOhop!"Â
"It won't hurt to take a couple of hours to rest." Oda tried to reason, but he could see by the way Ango looked that he was dead set on keeping on. So he opted for a⊠more persuasive method. Both hands slipped down to the shorter man's thighs, squeezing quite rapidly. His lips found the crook of Ango's neck, his stubble tickling the skin as well. Ango couldn't hide the undignified squeal if he tried.Â
"D-dAhaâ a-aHâ! F-fiHine!" Ango's hands swiftly moved to shove Oda's off of his thighs. Oda obliged. The redheads hands withdrew, leaving a ruffle to Ango's hair and a final kiss to his cheek. A ghost of a fond smile grazed Oda's lips as he saw the mess of a man in the chair. Ango's face was flushed red and there was a smile across his mouth that wouldn't subside. Oda chuckled softly behind his numb expression.Â
"Put away whatever you need to, I'll be in the car."Â
Still slightly giggly, Ango nodded, scooping papers up as Oda left the room. It was moments like these that made the two glad to have one another.Â
Hi, Elle! I saw youâve written for BSD before and wanted to know if you had any tk headcanons for Ranpo? đ„ș If youâve made any before, Iâd love to be linked them to read!
He totally has squeaky giggles, like a kid, and his laughter is contagious
He's a squirmer, and he kicks with his legs
He cannot handle people blowing in his ears, and Dazai always has some secret to whisper in his ear...
Sometimes he tries to ambush people, but it utterly backfires... especially with Yosano
Sometimes Fukuzawa uses tickling as a punishment (see the episode of bsd wan where Rampo ate Fukuzawa's cake, but I think that this scene has potential)
TICKLE FIGHTS WITH KENJI. PERIOD.
No matter how bad he gets tickled, he'll keep being sassy, witty and a little know-it-all
Sometimes the members of the Agency tickle him to tire him out when he eats too many snacks and goes on a sugar high... which is very often
Ler
Two words: LITTLE. SHIT.
He's the type to laugh along with his lee, and make a fake low-pitched evil laugh... which makes the whole situation even more flustering
He's a playful ler in general, while Dazai and Yosano are more sadistic and evil
He uses his super deduction to find every single spot on his lee, paying attention to every spot he reaches and taking mental notes of every reaction
He's the only one who had the nerve to tickle Fukuzawa... and luckily for him, the President just laughed it off for once
When Atsushi joined the Agency, Ranpo picked on him all the time, making the poor weretiger screech under his pokes on a daily basis
He even wrecked Yosano once, when she tried to steal his snacks. Now people don't even ask him to share... they don't wanna be wrecked that badly
He's more likely to give squeezes and pokes, instead of light traces and scribbles (that's more Poe's style)... and he gives raspberries as often as he can
He loved tickling two lees at once as if he was playing piano
He wouldn't be that good at chasing people, because he has zero orientation skills. He he'll locate them in 2 seconds, but then he'll send someone else to get them for him
AAAAAAAAHHH RANPO WITH A KITTEN!! AKSJV I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF HERE!! đâ€ïž
iâve been having mushipoe brainrot for the past few days so please let me present something for your shipping consideration.
[CHAPTER 78.5 SPOILERS]
as you manga readers know, mushitarou is currently staying at poeâs mansion for protection. and we know how strangely excited poe is to be hosting him.
but people are overlooking just how kindly poe is treating him and how itâs the warmest weâve ever seen any character treat mushitarou.
poe is saving his life rn. all he needed to do was host him and that wouldâve been enough. but poe was concerned about keeping him entertained. he encouraged mushi to engage in a personal interest to keep his spirits up :)
and later, we see him checking in on mushitarou. i imagine he heard mushiâs shout from a few panels prior and came to check on him.
and look how satisfied he is when he sees mushitarou finally writing. from what heâs thinking in these panels, we can tell that he wasnât just concerned with entertaining mushi. he wanted to give him an emotional outlet, as well. poe is aware of mushiâs past, that we can assume. he wants to help him cope with his grief. he wants to help him heal <3
if that wasnât sweet enough, iâve picked up on a little detail that most probably havenât. yes, this means that iâve skimmed this section of the manga over and over again..
we can see here that mushi falls asleep without any blankets
but after he wakes up, we explicitly see that he has one on.
