Having a lee tied down to a bed spread eagle while sitting in a chair at the end of the bed, tickling their feet and masturbating to their laughter and ignoring their begging and pleading to stop because they’re so hot when they’re helpless~
Hey so I wanna be immobile during a tickle session so bad. Like can't move a single inch kind of immobile. Where I can't do anything but feel and laugh and scream and beg.
Continuing with the Detective Conan theme 🤭🙃💖
I never thought I would be this obsessed again with this universe 🙈
But here I am trying to get up to date with the episodes so I can enjoy the simulcast coming to Crunchy Roll 😂👌
Anyway.. here's my favourite Shogi master in distress 🤭😈🔥
(Version without text under the cut 👇)
Kind of a Tickletober drawing 😂 Sort of 🙈🔥
Saw the prompt "Golden Retriever" on @vqler Tickletober list
Welp this one is not golden.. and whether he's a good boy is currently very much in question, but I thought it's a fantastic time to bring back some Tadaai Sk8 art again 🤭🥰💖😈🔥
Versions without text and accessories below the cut 👇
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It's been a while since I shared something from my first blog 🙃😂
But after seeing PPY's marvellous Given art I just couldn't resist!
😫💖🙏
So here's a redraw of an artwork I first posted in 2019(!! I'm old lol)
and the fic that came with it 🥰
It's always a bit of an adventure to come back to stuff I wrote years ago, but I hope you will enjoy (re)reading it 🤭
Summary: Mafuyu keeps ignoring Ritsuka’s practice advice, but quickly learns that this isn’t the smartest idea 😅🙃
Wordcount: 2050
"Oi, what's this?" Ritsuka grumbled softly.
"Didn't I tell you to practice playing without looking at the fingerboard?" he added, a hint of annoyance finding its way into his voice.
"Un."
Ritsuka could feel his eyebrow twitch in irritation, as he got up from his favorite napping spot.
He was somewhat used to those sloppy responses by now, but Mafuyu still managed to hit a nerve every now and then.
Was he even listening?!
"If you know, then why aren't you doing it properly?" he tried to convey his complaint once more, tilting his head a little to look at the Redhead sitting next to him, absentmindedly strumming his guitar.
"Because I don't want to."
Boiling up internally Ritsuka tried his best not to snap at this careless, yet kind of sassy answer. Mafuyu was lucky indeed. If it wasn't for his cuteness, Ritsuka could have killed him right on the spot.
It was one of those days again.
As much as he enjoyed spending lunch break together with his new boyfriend, Ritsuka still hated these moments when he just couldn't get a handle on the guy.
He wasn't truly angry at him. But not being able to tell what Mafuyu was thinking, frustrated him deeply. He felt like a helpless idiot. Especially in situations like these, when he was just absolutely clueless if he was merely dealing with the singer's usual airhead mode, or something more serious.
He still didn't know a lot about Mafuyu's past. But as much as he wanted to learn more some day, Ritsuka was also a bit hesitant. The last thing he wanted to do, was tearing up old wounds, now that it seemed like Mafuyu was slowly starting to recover.
"Ne, Mafuyu... Don't you want to get better?" he mumbled, still lost in his own thoughts.
No answer.
"We have another live show coming up soon, you know..." the guitarist added, gently poking a finger against the smaller boy's side, attempting to get attention. But his try to start a proper conversation was answered by a flustered squeal instead.
"What was that?" Ritsuka asked, looking up in surprise to this unusual sound.
"N-nothing... " Mafuyu tried to evade his question by hastily picking up his tune again,
“I'm just trying to practice. So please stop distracting me, Uenoyama-kun.”
Quickly connecting the dots, Ritsuka had to snicker at the Redhead's adorable attempt to play clueless.
He clearly saw a slight blush rise on Mafuyu's cheeks as he shuffled a little closer to the smaller boy, even spotting a tiny little pout forming on the other's face.
Eager to test his theory, Ritsuka decided to gift Mafuyu another poke. A little bit more determined this time, highly pleased to see the Redhead's body twitch away from his fingers, paired with an almost silent gasp that escaped his mouth.
Mafuyu still didn't look at him.
On the contrary.
He tried his best pretending to be absorbed in his music, but Ritsuka couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore.
Carefully bringing his hand closer again, he began wiggling his fingers lightly against the smaller boy's defenseless side.
"Hyaah-! W-what are you d-doing?" Mafuyu whined in response to this unexpected sneaky ambush, quickly biting his lip to prevent himself from making any more suspicious noises.
"Well, since you're not listening, I'm forced to take more drastic measures to get your attention." Ritsuka answered with a sweetly innocent tone, as he let his other hand travel around the Redhead's back, "But feel free to keep ignoring me. If you can."
Sensing another finger gently prodding his other side as well, Mafuyu just couldn't bear up any longer, eventually giving in to the tingly feeling spreading through his upper body like a wildfire.
"Aha-! Waihihit! I cahan't play like thihis!" the young singer mewled, desperate to squirm away from those poking touches, but he wasn't very mobile, still holding the guitar in his hands, "I'm lohohosing my grip strehength!"
And right he was.
All efforts to produce anything that sounded like a decent chord were absolutely futile, as his fingers stopped cooperating.
Noticing that his playful tickle attack was a lot more effective than he had thought, Ritsuka swiftly reached out for the guitar, that was slowly slipping from Mafuyu's hold, as he was struggling not to break down laughing.
Placing it safely into the corner of the staircase, he gave the young singer a few precious seconds to catch his breath, before he turned back around, a dorky smirk spreading across his face.
His deer-like eyes widened in anticipation of what was coming for him, Mafuyu started to shake his head, while his hands were reaching out in a miserable attempt to keep his boyfriend at bay, but it was too late. Unfazed by the Redhead's clumsy outburst, Ritsuka quickly used this opening to his advantage, ten greedy fingers shooting forward to connect with Mafuyu's unprotected waist, tickling him for real this time.
The reaction was instant.
Accompanied by a most adorable squeak, Mafuyu just collapsed in Ritsuka's arms, tumbling over backward onto the landing of the staircase.
"Ahahahaha! Nohohofahahaihihir!"
Desperately squirming on the ground, his limbs flailing about, trying to fend off the taller boy's hands, that kept crawling all over his sides and stomach, Mafuyu's bright melodic laugh soon filled the entire hallway.
"No fair yourself." Ritsuka commented on the Redhead's complaint with a satisfied chuckle,
"That's what you get for ignoring my advice."
Eagerly working his way up a little further, he clawed his fingers into Mafuyu's ribs, admiring the smaller boy's cuteness to the fullest.
It was this exact same place where he had heard Mafuyu sing for the very first time. Ritsuka still treasured every single second of this precious memory. He had wondered many times what Mafuyu's laugh would sound like, after finally hearing him sing in all sincerity at their first live show. Yet it was beyond everything he had imagined.
Light. Unconstrained. Airy. Even a little bit girly.
It made his heart flutter with almost painful intensity.
Especially those cute childlike squeals he earned every time he discovered a new sensitive spot.
And there were a hell lot of them.
Mafuyu seemed to be ticklish just pretty much everywhere. So far, Ritsuka hadn't found a single inch on him that did not elicit a new stream of bubbly laughter under his touch.
Mafuyu was downright swamped with all those ticklish sensations flooding him so unexpectedly. He really did his best to shield himself against Ritsuka's relentless attack, but all in all, he didn't stand the slightest chance.
Try as he might, wishing for a little strength to fight back, his body would just turn to jello.
Like always.
Right...
It must have been a long time since he had last felt like this. Lying on the ground, utterly failing to curl up in defense. His face burning like fire, probably matching his light red hair by now. Losing control over his voice, laughing helplessly under his boyfriend's tickling hands. It must have been ages, indeed.
Feeling the first tiny tears forming in the corner of his eyes, Mafuyu was torn between bittersweet melancholy and the urge to crawl out of his skin. Even though he would probably soon go silly from all the tickling, he wasn't actually so sure if he truly wanted it to stop just yet.
He quickly changed his mind though, as he noticed how Ritsuka's fingers wiggled their way past his upper ribs, making first contact with his armpits, causing the young singer to let out a panicky shriek.
"Gyaaaaahahaha-! Nooohoho! Nohohot thehehere! Pleheahahase! Nohot under myhy ahahaharms!!"
"Pff... Why?" Ritsuka chuckled, confronted with this giggled shower of pleas, "Is it so bad here?"
"Yehehes! It's bahahad! Ihihit's suhuper bahahahad!!" Mafuyu whined through his laughter, shaking his head as his arms clamped tightly to his side.
Bad was a bold understatement, though.
Death spot was more like it.
Ritsuka soon realized the true dimension of Mafuyu's ticklish misery, as some more gentle scratching was enough to instantly kill those sweet melodic giggles, replacing them with unbridled hysterical screeching.
"NAAAAHAHAHA-!! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE-!!"
Being attacked in one of his uttermost sensitive spots, finally seemed to trigger at least some of Mafuyu's reflexes, as he started to squirm a little harder, his legs kicking out aimlessly. Still, it wasn't nearly enough to get him out of this delicate situation.
"Oh, wow!" Ritsuka snickered in surprise, "I think I'll have to officially declare you the most ticklish person I know."
"EYAHAHAHA-! NAHAHA-!!
NOHOHOT HEHELPIHIHIHINGAAAHAHA-!!" was the last whiny response he received for his mocking remark, before he witnessed Mafuyu quite literally drown in high-pitched laughter, unable to form anything that would pass as a coherent word.
Ritsuka could have relished this scene forever.
But he didn't fail to pick up a somewhat wheezy, even a little desperate undertone in Mafuyu's voice. Not to mention that he was actually worried by now that somebody might find them up here, as to anyone coming from the sports hall, it probably sounded like a puppy being brutally murdered.
Reluctantly he decided to withdraw his fingers from the smaller boy's deadly sensitive armpits, going back to scribble some more gentle tickles over the Redhead's ribs and sides.
Eagerly trying to catch his breath through the weak giggles that kept flowing from his mouth, Mafuyu reached out to grab Ritsuka's shirt.
It was useless. Even though his boyfriend had shown him a little mercy, all efforts to speak up were instantly swallowed again by uncontrollable ticklish laughter.
Noticing the singer's unsuccessful try to say something, Ritsuka stopped his fingers for a moment, resting them on Mafuyu's heaving ribcage.
"Ahahaha.. Plehease.. Ritsuka! Stahap!"
His eyes widening in disbelief of what he just heard, Ritsuka truly forgot for a tiny little flash what he was doing here. Two bright teary eyes meeting his perplexed gaze through some messy strands of red hair quickly brought him back to reality, though.
"D-did you just c-call me... Ritsuka?" he just blurted out, feeling his cheeks light up, internally screaming at his own embarrassing reaction, "Why? All of a sudden... "
"Your.. last name.." Mafuyu huffed out with a weary voice,
".. is too difficult.. to say.. when.. you keep tickling me.. so much.."
Not sure if his soul was still residing in his body at this very moment, Ritsuka needed a few seconds to process what was going on. It was just so unfair. Every time he was close to thinking he would eventually get used to Mafuyu's sudden outbursts of cuteness, he was slapped right in the face.
"Ne.. Is it ok.. If I call you Ritsuka?" Mafuyu added after some time, unsure if the guitarist had actually heard him or not.
Feeling Mafuyu's shaky hands slowly travel around his neck, pulling him down into a tired hug wasn't helping either. The world around him seemed to have stopped moving. All he could sense was the warmth of Mafuyu's body beneath him, the Redhead's heartbeat hammering against his chest, his wheezy breath brushing against his ear.
"'Course it is.." he replied, slowly returning from his own little universe,
"I've.. been calling you by your first name for quite a while now..."
"Un."
"Oi.. are you okay?" Ritsuka whispered hesitantly, seeing a little stream of tears glistening on Mayufu's cheek as he pushed himself off the ground a little. Carefully wiping it away, his fingers just began automatically caressing the Redheads face, gently brushing against the brightly flushed skin.
"Un. I think..." Mafuyu muttered in response, leaning into Ritsuka's touch like a purring kitten before their lips met for a somewhat clumsy but tender kiss.
They could have spent an eternity, just lying there, in the safety of their usual napping spot, if it wasn't for the piercing chime of the school bell, bluntly signaling the end of their lunch break, giving the two lovebirds an almost-heart-attack.
They had totally lost track of time.
"Oh, shit." Ritsuka mumbled as he tried to break away from Mafuyu's hug, only to be pulled back down immediately by the smaller boy mewling in discomfort.
"Hey, let go! We need to go back!" the guitarist protested against Mafuyu's stubborn attempt to keep him in place.
Soooo I've been watching the new Detective Conan movie at the cinema recently 🤭💖🔥
(or Case Closed / Meitantei Conan ... whatever it's called in your region lol I have no clue 😅🙈)
And yeah, long story short, I am so into my favourite ship from this series again 😂🥰🤭😎
Unfortunately Akai wasn't part of the movie this time, but I am ready for these two to meet again 🔥😤👌
Panel without the text is below the cut 😉👇
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