yo! i’m rover! i’m 20, i use they/them or it/its pronouns (or, any non-gendered pronouns, really) and i like to consider myself an amateur writer
this is my little blogs that i made when i decided to start my own place to share some of my stories on, and potentially make some more friends within the community. i also will have some socials posted in my carrd on my bio! feel free to check it out when you have a chance <3
i do want to go over some ground rules and set some boundaries, so please continue reading if you ever wish to interact.
DO’s
do feel free to give constructive criticism! i’m always looking for improvement in my writing.
feel free to message with questions or comments about anything. i’m not only here to share my works, but also to potentially make friends
like, reblog, repost, etc. if you wish to! it would be cool to share my stories with as many people in the community as possible.
DONT’s
interact if you are below 18. this is a strict guideline, and anyone under 18 who interacts will be blocked.
spread hate or such on my page — feels like common sense
claim my work as your own, or claim the work of any of the highly talented artists i may feature as your own
expect me to write any F/M, F/F, /F, M/F, etc stories. Given my own personal identity, it is not something I feel comfortable with. While I do identify as agender, i am AMAB and gay, so writing female characters in such context isn't anything i am quite used to yet.
I will also not write any stories featuring characters who are under 18. This is for obvious reasons.
TAGS
roverwritesfluff - fluff, cute, non-spice stories
roverwritesspice - may contain spice, read at your own risk
roverrequests - my request posts :)
roverrambles - me rambling lmao
rovergaming - any gameplay, videos, character builds, etc!
FANDOMS
im in a couple different fandoms, but my mains currently are
Honkai Star Rail
Wuthering Waves
Nu: Carnival
Genshin (pre-natlan, i stopped playing. oopsies.)
While these are my personal fandoms, I will also potentially write for other fandoms depending on circumstances! These are just the ones I am personally a part of, and will be yapping about occasionally.
These rules may be subject to change at any point.
praying that this doesn't get horribly compressed upon posting....
this was the highlight of the edgerunners collab. that, and hearing characters drop f bombs in wuwa was comical. after watching the anime and playing a bit of 2077, beating adam smasher was cathartic. how dare this man kill literally 3 of my favorite characters in two different pieces of media
uh. first gameplay post. enjoy? new stories soon, finishing up some old WIPs and drafts
(i know there's still an hour on the poll. shh. i have to work soon and wanted to make this before then.)
so the results were really positive! ill try to post some more stuff on here, then! i don't want to fully exclude the people who voted to not post the more casual game stuff on my page, though, either
my solution is to simply make a new tag for it! i hope that works to help filter what people prefer to see from me <3
any gameplay/builds/etc will be tagged under #rovergaming . If you have any other specific things you wish to filter through my posts at all, my list of tags will also be in my pinned post <3
thank you all for letting me ramble :D sorry for the shitty formatting, sleep and i are in a long distance relationship and i'm pretty sure they're seeing other people
since ur back now would you take comms? I am broke as hell but I might get paid soon and would love to commission lots of people
yeah! i’m going to rework my site with my prices and everything (not change anything, just revamp it to make it look better) and after it’s back up and running i’ll most likely reopen :)
thank you very much for the support and motivation <3!
i started this story back when luuk herssen was first leaked. a little over half a year ago. december.
i promise im gonna write more often guys I AM ALIVE AND mostly WELL i just haven’t been active :(
credits to @/keru0 for the inspo even if it was literal ages ago LMAO
hope you enjoy!! this story does contain ::
feet tickling
upper body tickling
doctor-patient relationship
playful teasing and flirting
So far, it seems Lahai-Roi has been a rather exciting adventure. Then again, any adventure would be exciting when your first introduction to the new land is being hit by a chick on a motorcycle. Not that it hurt Rover, by any means, but it certainly was an interesting opening to the adventure for him.
However, after the latest encounter, fighting the Voidworm that had seemingly been corrupted by Aleph-1, Rover had been rather exhausted… Luckily, Lynae was there to distract the worm so Rover could take care of the protective barriers… but his frequency had still been drained pretty harshly, and after everything, he still had to push himself to pull the finishing blow to the Voidworm.
Lynae, luckily, was mostly protected by the motorbike’s protective forcefield, and only had a few minor bruises and scratches, which N.A.N.A. had tended to in the meantime. Rover, however, having already been previously drained of some of his frequency, was rather exhausted after all of it, and found himself practically falling asleep as soon as his sore body hit the medical cot.
After a long while, Rover woke up to the faint hum and buzz of various equipment and lighting, which had been dimmed due to it being late. As soon as Rover stirred, there was a soft rustling of fabric in the corner. With a soft hum, Dr. Herssen stood up and stepped in, his eyes widening softly as he saw Rover awake, before giving a soft smile.
“Ah, you’re awake, Rover… Did you sleep well?” Luuk asked, pulling up his tablet and checking the information on there once again. “N.A.N.A. and I decided to let you rest and sleep after checking that your vitals were stable. You weren’t in any danger, you were merely overexhausted. However, upon the shift ending, I simply decided to stay behind and let you rest here, so we didn’t have to wake you.”
Rover winced slightly as he tried to sit up, to which Luuk softly placed a hand atop his chest to give him a soft push back onto the bed.
“Ah– Can’t have you doing that… You may not have sustained any major injuries, but you still exerted a good portion of your energy. Your frequencies are still recovering… Plus,” He added, a teasing grin on his face, “you haven’t had a proper check-up yet since you started your new life here at Startorch Academy.”
He had a bit of a teasing grin to his expression. Clearly, he was being more playful than anything, trying to add at least some sort of normalcy to the situation.
“What about the Voidworm? The Academy, the barriers— Lynae—!” Rover raised an eyebrow, thinking there were bigger things to tend to— but Luuk simply chuckled in response.
“Relax,” he spoke. “Lynae had her expulsion lifted since she helped you fight off the Voidworm. She’s back in her dorm now. She’ll need to retake the entry exams, but she’s a bright girl. She’ll surely have no issue getting settled back in.” Luuk stepped to the side of the medical bed Rover was laid in, before grabbing a stethoscope, placing in the earpieces as he helped Rover sit upright.
“Now, take some deep, steady breaths…” He gently instructed, as he placed the stethoscope at Rover’s chest, sliding it and placing it in different areas to try to listen for the heartbeat.
Rover felt a bit odd— not negatively, by any means, just… Flustered. Luuk’s touch felt soft, almost intimate, as he slid the stethoscope over his chest. Rover kept his breath as steady as he could, but Luuk still chuckled slightly.
“Your heart rate seems just a tiny bit elevated. Are you still recovering? Or is there something else you want to address~?”
Rover felt his breath catch ever so slightly. Of course Luuk would tease him about this. He already knew he had some sort of past with Luuk before coming to Lahai-Roi, and he knew that even if he didn’t remember it entirely, they had definitely been…. Close.
“Ah— It’s nothing. Just a bit distracted, is a— all— Ah, hey—“
He felt the stethoscope press to his back, the cold metal placed against his tight turtleneck. His jacket was folded beside him, something Luuk had likely helped him take off before he settled into sleep, so that he’d be more comfortable.
Luuk still simply chuckled, though there was a tiny bit of a grin on his face. “Apologies. I’ll try to let you know before I move anything.”
However, Rover wasn’t really paying attention. He felt the stethoscope slide against his back, seemingly still checking for any abnormalities. It sent a slight shiver up his spine, which Luuk had definitely noticed, even if he pretended not to.
Rover couldn’t stop himself from shuddering, though. The light sensation of the stethoscope moving against his back, placing down, only to move again made his knee twitch slightly, keeping him on edge. The sensation was almost ticklish, in a way, and Luuk definitely seemed to be picking it up, because he seemed to be stopping and chuckling every time the man shivered.
“Hm… Results are a bit…. inconclusive. I think we better check some reflexes…” He murmured, rolling his stool over towards the foot of the medical bed. “Let’s see if you can feel this…” He grabbed a pen from the pocket of his coat, slowly tracing it up Rover’s foot through the cotton-like material of his sock, causing Rover to straight up flinch, letting out a quick little yelp. Finally, Luuk grinned, bigger than before.
“Oh? Now that was a rather interesting reaction… Maybe an indication of nerve damage~ I think we should try again…”
Luuk had that smug look, the one that clearly said he was just toying with Rover at this point. He quickly moved the capped end of the pen up his foot again, as Rover quickly tried to move his leg.
“Pff— Luuk..! C-Come on, quit it…” His face had been a tiny bit red, from his embarrassment. He was the Rover, after all. The man who saved Jinzhou, and Rinascita. He had killed a Threnodian with his own blade… and here he was, squirming under the tip of a writing utensil…
“Quite the stubborn patient, you are. Here I thought you had trusted me~” Luuk still had that mischievous grin on his face, the same one he always seemed to be wearing when he was interacting with Rover. “Now, enough of that squirming. This seems to be some sort of medical anomaly… Hm…”
He pretended to be deep in thought, as one hand gently held Rover’s ankle, while the other hand gently traced the flat end of the pen up and down his foot, finding certain spots and places that seemed to make Rover squirm or yelp just a little more…
Rover, meanwhile, had broken into those first few bits of laughter. He felt Luuk’s hand on his ankle, holding his leg still while the ticklish sensations on his foot spread around, all pinpointed under that damned pen. Luuk was rather thorough with his explorations, too, which only served to make Rover a little more squirmy.
“Pfft— Haha… Ahahaha~! L-Luuk-! Don’t— Hahaha~!”
But Luuk simply chuckled, and shook his head. “Oh, no,” he started, “I really think this needs to be looked further into… This shouldn’t seem to cause this bold of a reaction. I think you might have some sort of issue on your hands, that we need to fix… Nerve damage, or… Maybe you’re overclocking..”He paused for a moment, before looking at Rover, his red eyes narrowing softly, looking into his very mind, as his lips curled up into that same smirk. “Unless you have some other sort of explanation~?”
Of course, Rover wasn’t one to just admit that something was tickling him. So instead of saying anything at all, he simply bit his lip, trying to hold back the soft laughter and giggles that inevitably ended up escaping his lips. Luuk let out a faux sigh, before rolling his eyes.
“You know, Rover, you don’t seem very concerned… This could be a serious issue, you know! I think we need to play arou— I mean, ahem.. I think we need to test a few more things. For safety. We can’t risk our Rover pushing too hard and overclocking~”
With that, he playfully flicked the pen at Rover, catching him off guard and earning a slight yelp— which immediately changed into soft laughter as Luuk began using his hands this time, softly scribbling his fingers up and down Rover’s socked soles.
“Ah— Hahahaha! Aah— Luuk—! N-
nohohoo~! I- It’s not thahahat-! You know it’s not- Pfft-!!”
He had tried pulling his foot away again, to which Luuk responded by simply clamping his hand down over the black-haired man’s ankle, letting out a tiny chuckle. Hearing Rover laugh, seeing him smile… It had been just like old times. Of course Luuk wouldn’t give in now.
“You still haven’t given me any other answers… We can never be too sure.”
Rover tried sitting up, but was still a little bit too sore to get up on his own. Hearing the slight groan as the man tried to sit up, Luuk slowed down a little bit— not stopping entirely, but slowing his tickling down to slow, teasing strokes of his fingertips right up and down his sole.
Rover let out soft fits of whiny laughter, trying to cover his slightly reddened face with the back of his hand. He then tried lightly prying Luuk’s hand off of his ankle using his other foot, to which Luuk simply adjusted his positioning, wrapping his arm around both ankles, and using his hand to go for both feet at once.
Rover immediately broke into laughter again, grabbing the edges of the bed to try to give himself something to hold onto, as he tried his best to squirm out of Luuk’s hold. However, it seemed that the man was pretty strong— a lot stronger than just any doctor would have an excuse for…
Of course, that thought never got the chance to cross Rover’s mind, considering he was too busy laughing and trying to kick free. He tossed his head back in light laughter, his hips arching and rolling side to side as he desperately tried to pry away from the doctors hands.
“Plehehehease~! Luuk—! Luuk, it’s n— nohohot nerve damage~! And I’m not— overclocking!” He yelped, his face red, from both embarrassment and from the heat of the moment. “I— It just tickles~! C-Cut it out~!”
Luuk, being the oh-so-generous doctor he is, chuckled softly, leaning back in the rolling chair and crossing his arms, finally giving Rover a break from the relentless tickling. “Oh? Now you offer other solutions? Where was this five minutes ago~?” Luuk leaned down close, his hand placed atop Rover’s leg, right above the knee.
“You know, some doctors would charge extra for wasting their time and resources like this~ Running unnecessary tests has its prices, you know~”
And with that, Luuk gave that spot a good squeeze, kneading his fingertips into the muscle of his leg. Rover had immediately burst into laughter— now that Luuk had shed off the playful disguise of this being an ‘examination,’ there was seemingly a lot less mercy than what had previously been there.
Rover’s hands immediately darted down to try to stop Luuk, letting out his laughter as he tried to pry his hand off of his leg. Luuk, however, doubled down, placing both hands onto his thigh now, and squeezing the muscle there in short, uneven intervals. He avoided giving any sort of rhythm to his touch, not wanting it to be something Rover could settle into, otherwise it would be less effective.
“L— Luuk~! Ahah— Nohohohot the thighs~! Plehehehease~!” Rover squealed— yes, squealed, certainly not a sound anyone expected from the traveling Hero… but something Luuk seemed to take great pride in coaxing out.
“‘Not the thighs,’ you say… I don’t know, I really think this spot gets quite the reaction… If not your thighs, where else would you suggest, hm~?”
Rover once again tried pulling away, still to no avail, as he continued laughing, trying hard to move Luuk’s hands off of his thigh. But before he even got a chance to try to answer the sly doctor’s question, he felt the mattress sink under added weight, as Luuk quickly climbed over, his knees planted firmly on either side of Rover’s hips.
All of Luuk’s weight was in his knees, and none of it was actually applied directly on Rover… After all, he was still recovering, and while Luuk was a little playful, he wasn’t going to let the man get hurt. This sympathy didn’t stop him from holding down the man’s hands, though, both of Rover’s wrists within one of Luuk’s gloved hands, while his other hand gently tipped Rover’s chin, so that they made proper eye contact.
Luuk adored the color deep within the man’s irises. Of course, he was rather biased, given that other colors all appeared dull and gray to him… But, then again, that was truly all the more reason to find himself lost in them. They were gorgeous golden orbs, a faint orangish tinge to them, comparable to that of an Amber, or a pool of honey…
Meanwhile, Rover, staring into the doctor's red gaze, only felt himself getting flustered from being suddenly forced to make direct eye contact, not to mention the new position he had been in, as well as the way he was practically restrained under Luuk’s hold.
At no point, however, did Rover genuinely try to push Luuk away. If this were anyone else, he’d have thought this was weird behavior, or feel a tiny bit off. But somehow, with Luuk, this all felt natural. Normal… Like two old friends roughhousing after being apart for a little while.
The thought didn't last long, however, as Luuk quickly began pinching and squeezing at Rover’s side and ribs through the fabric of his compression shirt. He immediately broke into laughter once more, turning his head away and trying once again to squirm, his hips arching off the bed, and unintentionally directly into Luuk. This, of course, only added to the flustered blush creeping across Rover’s face, as he desperately tried to stop his squirming and laughter.
Luuk didn’t let up, though, and he even began trying to find new spots to go for. Originally starting at his side, he made sure to try out every spot he could— from his toned stomach, to his underarms… Hell, he even managed to get a nice squeaky laugh out of the man when his fingers quickly darted across the man’s chest. Of course, Luuk would deny how intentional it was, but if he managed to tweak his nipple a couple times just to see Rover’s back arch again? It wouldn’t be the end of the world, that was for sure… even if Rover would beg to differ.
“Pl— PleheHEhehehase~! Luuk~! I— Cahahan’t take it~!” He squealed, as he tried to pull his arms down to defend his helpless body, but to seemingly no avail. Eventually, Luuk finally slowed down his touch, still holding Rover’s hands down, but instead of tickling or teasing, his free hand gently placed itself on the side of Rover’s face, his palm against the man’s cheek, just looking into his eyes for a moment.
Rover stared back, his breath hitching for just a moment, as he let out a soft exhale. Not a sigh, no… more so just a relieved breath, after allowing himself to be vulnerable with someone for the first time in a while.
“You still haven’t changed, golden boy.” Luuk grinned, as he then ruffled Rover’s hair, before beginning to climb off of the man. Rover, however, used his now free hands to gently grab Luuk’s arm, shaking his head lightly.
“You— You can put a little more weight down, you know…” He chuckled softly, referring to how Luuk hadn’t put any pressure against Rover’s body in fear of hurting him more than his sore muscles would take. “I’m not going to shatter.”
For a very split second, Luuk hesitated. Luuk never hesitated… And after that second was over, he simply nodded, gently adjusting their positioning, draping his body over Rover like an oversized cat. Rovers arms quickly found their way around the man’s body, closing his eyes as he laid on the hospital cot, a faint smile peacefully plastered onto his face.
He was happy, content… It just felt right to him. As he cuddled up to the doctor, he couldn’t help himself as he slowly began to doze off. They both were, at this point. It was late, and it had been a long day…
Before they could fall asleep completely, though, Rover had to get one last word in:
warning long sentimental ish rant ahead. also hi im alive i promise LMAOOAOO
i’m a little late but my birthday was yesterday and i wanted to get a bit sentimental for a moment (is this just an excuse to get myself to post something here? maybe)
i’ve always thought of birthdays as sort of like a new years thing, except instead of a new year it’s simply just. yk. aging up. going from 19 to 20.
so i wanted to look back on the last year or so, and just think for a bit. i wanted to thank everyone for their support, whether it was a follow, a like, or even just reading part of one of my few stories. i know i could have done a little better at posting more often, but nobody here ever rushed me or did anything me feel like i was obligated to.
to me, this was a nice spot, where i had friends i could come to and chat with, whether it was about games, personal things, or. yk. a specific shared interest in the community.
before this blog was converted into my writing blog, it was actually just a dead account i had floating around in the empty space of the internet. i had wanted to do something with it for the longest time, but was too nervous to upload anything anywhere here. however, one day, while scrolling some artists in the community, i decided i wanted to commission someone. someone i had seen art from for a while, and always loved whenever they posted.
and that person was the one who gave me the support and idea to start up this blog. i don’t want to @ anyone without permission, and im sure they’re quite busy recently, but if you come across this post, im sure you know who you are <3
i don’t want to make any promises, because i’ve promised to be more active before and then it fell through. but i do want to say that ill try my best to be here a bit more. i’m hoping to get to interact with some of you more in the coming future.
here’s to 20 years, and to those who helped me find my way here.
Hey heyyyy, @ticklish-n-stuff !! i was your squealing santa this year!
it’s been a little while since i’ve done anything twisted wonderland related, but once upon a time i absolutely loved the game, and i’ve thought about getting back into it recently, especially with the release of the anime >:D
annnyyyway, i hope you enjoy! hopefully the plot works well. i assumed riddle and reader/PoV would have an established relationship already given the prompt.
Finals approaching, everyone was all stressed– even Octavinelle was overwhelmed with all of the people that had signed up for their ‘study services’ on some of the upcoming tests… None of them mattered to me, though. There was only one person I was thinking about right now– someone who definitely had the tendency to push himself just a little too hard, to go that extra mile even after his legs had long given out…
Riddle Rosehearts, the Housewarden of the Heartslabyul dorm– the dorm I was lucky enough to call mine. With strict rules and downright authority, Riddle led with the authority of the Queen of Hearts herself.
Everyone tended to avoid him– especially the underclassmen of his own dorm. And I couldn’t necessarily blame them– he certainly had the tendency to be a little harsh. But wasn’t that the main reason for being put into Heartslabyul? After all, everyone who was put here was either someone who would abide by all of the rules, or ones who needed to be taught to abide by them a little better. However, while everyone else avoided him, I couldn’t help but feel myself being pulled closer to him. Something about the way everyone else treated him, the way everyone feared him as if he was some sort of tyrant, or dictator…
He didn’t deserve it.
Now, where could he possibly–
The library… Surely he had to be there… I hadn’t seen him all day, and while we didn’t have classes today, I was still a bit nervous about how he was holding up with his studies… So, I begin to make my way to the library, squeezing and sliding past the students and staff in crowded halls… Not running, as that would be against the rules… but pretty damn close to it.
Upon finally entering the library, I began to look through the towers of shelves, trying to see if I could find him… but to no avail. I couldn’t help letting out a groan, stepping back to turn around only to faceplant head first right into someone else… I stumble back a bit, before clearing my throat and readjusting my uniform to straighten it out a bit, looking to who I had bumped into. None other than Trey Clover–!
“Ah– I apologize, Mr–” Our eyes meet for just a moment, and I gasp. “Oh, Vice Housewarden…! Actually, maybe you can help me… Have you seen our housewarden anywhere..? With finals and everything around the corner, I wanted to know how he was doing… I’m sure you know better than most that he has the tendency to push himself just a little bit too hard…”
Trey chuckled as he adjusted his glasses with a nod. “I sure do… And, actually, he seems to have shut himself up in the dorm again. He won’t even let me in to check on him, he just tells me he’s “doing fine,” and that he’s “a little under the weather.” I was looking to maybe find someone willing to check on him… It seems we ran into each other at the perfect time.”
After a brief chat, and him filling me in on Riddle’s situation, I made my way back to the dorm– of course, he had been in the one place I didn’t expect to check. I had figured the dorm would be too obvious… but it seems I must have been wrong. I get up to the Housewarden’s dorm, knocking softly at the door.
“Trey, I told you, I’m fine, I’m just a little si–”
“It’s me–” I spoke softly to the door, to which I was greeted with silence, before the lock slowly clicked, and the door softly swung open.
“C– Come on in…” He murmured softly, and I could practically hear the burnout in his voice. He was exhausted…. And even upon stepping into his room, it wasn’t right.
The bed wasn’t made, there were papers strewn across his desk, books stacked in uneven patterns… I sigh and softly hug him, having to lean down slightly to match the height of the shorter redhead. “Listen, listen…” I murmur softly, my hand gently holding the back of his neck to let him rest into my shoulder. He seemed absolutely exhausted, and burnt out… Hell, I’d even be concerned of him overblotting if he weren’t so tired.
“I’m here… And I’m not letting you flip a single page in one of those textbooks until you agree to come out with me and get some fresh air. And some food… and water.” He looked at me with a look of betrayal, and he seemed like he was about to protest, but I quickly shushed him. “Bup bup! No if, ands, or buts. Come on.”
Riddle gave a rather unamused look, before walking back over to his desk and flipping through some of the books he had. “Not happening. The final is in three days… I must get back to studying.” It seemed even with how close we are, I couldn’t twist his arm on this one… Unless…
Upon him sitting down at the desk again, I softly approach behind, gently placing my hands on his shoulders, gently and softly kneading at the muscle– tense, likely from trying to keep such perfect posture 24/7. I knew his living situation, I knew how strict his mom was… which was why I wanted to help him relax. After all, he needed to learn to take care of himself… There are more important things than studying all of the damn time.
As soon as Riddle seemed to relax a bit, I took the opportunity to gently slide my hands down his back, before quickly pressing my fingertips into his sides. The action clearly caught him off guard, because he quickly let out what almost sounded like a yelp, as he jolted upright, his fingers wrapping around my wrists.
“D– Dohohon’t do thahat..!” He huffed, as I let out a soft laugh, my hands still digging playfully into his sides, now moving up and down a little bit as I did so. “I’ll stop… as soon as you agree to get some proper rest, and some fresh air.” I smirked, speaking low next to his ear just to give that little extra tingly sensation one would get when someone's breath ran down another's neck.
Riddle squealed and laughed harder as my hands began pinching at his ribs, squirming as he desperately writhed in his desk chair. He tried pulling my hands away, but he didn’t exactly seem to have the strength to do so in his current state. “Pl– Plehehehease..! I– I just need to finish one mohohore– A-AHAHHAA..!”
When he tried making excuses, “one more page,” or “one more chapter,” or “just a little more,” I knew he wasn’t going to give up easily. So, I grin and begin rapidly spidering my hands around his sides and even slinking around to his stomach, which really just made him burst out laughing more. His face was red– almost as red as the painted roses of Wonderland. “Pl– PLEHEHEASE..! O– OKAHAHAY OKAY, I’LL REST…!”
My hands came to a slow stop, now instead gently rubbing up and down his sides to help him relax a bit from the touch. “You promise…?” I ask, needing the confirmation, to make sure he was actually going to sleep. He replied with a simple nod, before gently moving his hands from my wrists to my own hands, intertwining our fingers together as he sheepishly brought me closer, leaning himself back against me.
“I promise… But only if you stay the night here.”
I was a little taken aback by this, and although I was caught off guard, I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t speak a word, instead just gently guiding him over to his bed– which was way bigger than someone of his petit frame would have needed…
I lay him down there, before crawling in next to him as well, softly smiling as I reach over to turn off the lamp. And, as soon as the lights turned off, I felt two arms wrap around me, and a soft breath against my neck. I crane my head to the side to look at Riddle, who was now fast asleep, holding onto me like I had just saved his life…
“Goodnight, Riddle,” was all I managed to murmur out, before falling asleep myself.
I’ve never drawn anyone from WuWa before so I hope I did these silly fellers justice! And judging from your blog, I feel that I needed to pick Rover for this drawing heheh
Thank you for having me again for this event, @squealing-santa !! Happy Holidays everyone!
one: as read above, i updated my carrd. prices are the same, but this one looks better and doesn’t have that nasty yellow i used to highlight (im so sorry for that, idk what i was on that made me decide to do that at the time)
two: as seen in the carrd, i now have an ao3!! i haven’t put any of my stories there quite yet, but ill be placing them soon :)
In case you haven't seen it yet, my commissions are open 🙇
so if you want to support me and help me to keep working as an illustrator, and also get a really nice picture for yourself, check my pin post/kofi (dms are always open too)
🔥The 1km event is planned for 12/05!!! 🔥
Please stay tuned and hype it up once I post it, cz I'll be genuinely sad if you guys don't.
ur boy (person? idk guys i am just here) got scammed and was too ashamed to admit it…………… long story short, i tried commissioning someone (nobody in this community, don’t worry, everyone i’ve commissioned here is an absolute saint)
anyway i’m reopening commissions to try to make some money back 💀
prices and everything are the same, it’s still on the carrd in my bio :) feel free to reach out with any questions
During a meeting between the Intelligentsia Guild and the Strategic Investment Department, Aventurine seems to be finding himself getting a little bored… and Ratio decides to keep him entertained.
this was technically a prompt for #valstickletober, day 23 – however, im writing this late because i have been absolutely swamped with work lately
better late than never i guess….? either way, i hope you all enjoy! ^^
Meetings. Meetings, corporate yaps, and other traditional nine-to-five hellscapes. This was by far Aventurine’s least favorite part of the job. At least he had Ratio here to endure this with him– though, Ratio didn’t seem to mind this part nearly as much as he did. Ratio was even… paying attention?! Who did that? During corporate meetings??
Aventurine sighed, tapping his foot against the floor. He was tempted to just put his head down on the table and close his eyes, but he knew deep down it would only lead to a scolding. After all, this was about the upcoming mission in Penacony. It directly involved him and Ratio, meaning this was likely something he should be focusing on… But it wasn’t his fault… It was just too boring!
He softly kicked at the carpet under the table, staring at the shiny leather of his shoe under the shadow cast. He glanced around under the table, noticing Ratio wearing his usual sandals. Smirking, he softly taps the others foot with the side of his loafer, earning a sharp side-glare from Ratio, and a small huff. Ratio ended up just shrugging off the others' antics afterwards, rolling his eyes and focusing on the meeting again.
But Aventurine wasn’t one to be ignored, not by his colleagues– and certainly not by the handsome man next to him. Adjusting his tinted glasses, he leaned back in his chair so that he could see under the table without making it obvious that he was staring. He softly took the slightly-pointed toe of his loafers, gently sliding it up the purple-haired man's ankle with a smirk. Ratio shot the man another glare, but didn't dare say anything to interrupt the meeting.
These antics went on for a little while, with Aventurine lightly teasing the other’s skin, causing a slightly irritated reaction – and an even more irritated Ratio. Clearly done with the blond man's actions, he shifts his legs away, just barely out of reach from the man.
Aventurine frowned, not wanting to let his only source of entertainment get away. He softly leaned back just a little further, propping his legs up on Ratio’s under the table. Ratio practically looked like he was going to blow a fuse, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, before side-eyeing Aventurine again. This time, though, he gave a little smirk.
He yanked at the other's shoelace, tugging off the other’s shoe. Aventurine raised an eyebrow, before trying to move his leg off of the other's lap, only to be quickly stopped by the man, who wrapped a strong hand around the man’s slender ankle.
“Your actions have consequences, Gambler.” He muttered almost silently to the man, before softly tracing a finger up the blond’s sole, causing a small, surprised squeak-like noise to escape Aventurine’s lips, which he quickly covered up with a cough and a clearing of his throat.
“Ratio, you–” He muttered back once eyes were off of him. Ratio, however, didn’t seem to want to stop. He agreed, after all– there were things that could make this meeting more… Entertaining.
Ratio’s blunt nails gently traced right through the silk-like material of Aventurine’s dress sock, making Aventurine shudder and blush, gently biting on the tip of his thumb to prevent any sorts of laughter or giggling from escaping his lips. Ratio’s fingers scratched gently up and down the soles, before darting to the toes to get the sensitive undersides. This caused Aventurine to jolt upright, earning a couple side eyes– though people were used to his more theatrical behavior by now, and simply shrugged it off. Either that, or they decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to try saying something to someone in such a high position.
After a good ten or so minutes of Ratio teasingly tickling Aventurine’s sole, the meeting was finally adjourned, and everyone cleared the room, except for Ratio and Aventurine, who remained seated. Aventurine pulled his leg from the others grasp, letting out a huff. Ratio, however, let out what one might almost call a smirk.
“What? You complained of being bored. Surely I took your mind off of that ‘dreadful’ meeting, correct?”
Aventurine was about to retort, but in all honesty, he didn’t really have any counterarguments. So, he simply rolled his eyes, adjusting his shades, and stepping away– until he felt two hands on either side of him, squeezing at his hips.
“Oh, no. Gambler, you don’t get to do your little under the table flirting without any return.”
Aventurine let out a squeaky laugh, his wrists darting down to Ratio’s stronger hands and trying to stop him, as Ratio softly leaned in with a chuckle, placing a gentle kiss right under the blond’s ear. This move caused Aventurine to break into soft giggles, curling into Ratio’s touch just a little bit.
He would never admit this… but he was absolutely loving this sort of attention… especially from Ratio.
A/N: Big thanks for the kiiind support! I hope you enjoy this one!
WARNINGS: non-con, con-non-con and so on
Summary: this was a bad idea from the very start
Words: 4k
They'd found a quiet corner in the restaurant. The kind of spot only someone like Ayato, or Tartaglia in this case, could afford. The food had been exquisite, each dish better than the last, and the sake was already starting to numb Thoma's tongue.
Tartaglia watched him with a faint, amused smile, noticing the soft, glassy look in Thoma's eyes that came when the alcohol was just starting to hit. He chuckled and raised his own cup, tapping it gently against Thoma's.
"Careful," he said, his tone light and almost playful. "Remember, this is not tea."
Thoma chuckled, his cheeks flushed a little too pink. "Ah, that explains why my throat burns."
They both laughed, easy and genuine.
They had first met at the same restaurant they were currently at.
That time, Thoma was eating noodles and noticed that, at the table next to him, Tartaglia was also eating the same dish, trying to do it with chopstickes like him.
To say he wasn't good at it was an understatement. In fact, it was almost embarrassing how terrible he was at holding them. Thoma couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and very timidly, worried that Tartaglia might get angry, he offered to teach him how to use them... but it seemed like an impossible feat for the poor redhead. At one point, Thoma even thought Tartaglia was making fun of him, but no, he was simply terrible at it.
In the end, they had to ask for a fork, and from then on, their friendship grew. Every time Tartaglia visited Inazuma, Thoma received a letter asking him to meet up for lunch.
Thoma would ask Ayaka or Ayato for permission to go out after finishing his housework, and both siblings were happy that Thoma finally had a friend to hang out with. Embarrassingly happy, if Thoma were to be honest.
Tonight was just another get-together, but the conversation had slipped from work to habits, from habits to thoughts, and from thoughts to... feelings.
Thoma let out a long sigh and looked at Tartaglia with a touch of embarrassment. "I think by now, Mr. Tartaglia has realized my feelings for My Lord."
Tartaglia chuckled, shrugging a little as he took a small sip from his cup. "Well... something like that," he said softly. "You're not very discreet about it. Your face lights up when you talk about him." Thoma's cheeks turned so red that Tartaglia worried his head was going to explode or something. "H-Hey, it's okay! It's not bad, I guess. And I'm not judging you at all!"
His words made Thoma blush even more, but he managed to smile gratefully at Tartaglia and nod a little. "I... I don't know how I started feeling so attracted to My Lord, but... I don't think it's just a crush anymore..."
Tartaglia frowned slightly as the tone of Thoma's voice changed, just a little. "What do you mean?"
Thoma sighed and hesitated to say it out loud. It wasn't that he didn't trust Tartaglia, but, well, it wasn't something he could just say to just anyone... He sighed once more.
"Hey, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to, I—"
"There are times... when I fantasize about... My Lord..." he said almost in a whisper.
"Oh?" Tartaglia purred, smirking even though his cheeks were turning a bit pink. "Fantasizing? "So naughty~"
Thoma managed a soft laugh. "Stop it," he chided, but his voice was gentle, and he was smiling. "It's not something... bad, I guess, just... strange..."
Tartaglia tilted his head to the side. "Now you have to tell me."
Thoma hesitated again. "You'll laugh."
"I promise I won't," he told him, but his lips were already spreading into a mischievous grin.
There was a long pause. Thoma felt like he was about to confess a mortal sin, his heart pounding against his ribs, his ears burning. Then, softly, he admitted, "I... sometimes... fantasize about tickling My Lord."
The words hung in the air, too light to be taken seriously, if not for the fact that Thoma looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
Tartaglia blinked once. Then twice.
"... You mean like—"
Thoma whined, burying his face in his hands. "I told you you'd laugh!"
"I didn't do anything!" Tartaglia defended himself, but immediately started laughing.
"Mr. Tartaglia!" Thoma whined.
"No," Tartaglia said, laughing. "I'm not laughing at you! I swear!" After a moment, he managed to calm himself and wiped a tear with his fingers. "Oh, Archons. Don't get mad at me, please," he begged with a bright smile. "It's just that I thought you were going to say something really intense, but that's it? Tickling?"
Thoma uncovered his red face; he looked like he'd sobered up from embarrassment. "Mr. Tartaglia, you don't understand!" he said almost desperately. "It's not just tickling, I want—"
"Stop it." Tartaglia raised one hand, covering his reddening face with the other. "I'm not an idiot. Of course I understand it's not just... that, but also... the other thing."
An awkward silence fell over them, both too embarrassed to look each other in the eye, but after a while, Tartaglia let out a small laugh and shook his head.
"So, are you going to tell him sometime or—"
"Are you crazy?! How am I going to tell him that?! We basically grew up together!" Thoma said mortified.
Tartaglia laughed once more. "Okay, okay! So you're just going to live like this? Putting up with it? Fantasizing?" He asked with a sly smile. "I could help you, you know? Make your dreams come true."
Thoma's eyes widened. "H-How could you—"
"Although," Tartaglia continued as if he hadn't heard him. "I don't know if you'll like my idea," he said, taking a long sip of his sake, waiting for Thoma's response.
Thoma didn't know what Tartaglia did for a living; he never wanted to tell him, and Thoma decided to trust him, but at this moment, he felt like he could potentially hurt Ayato.
"Hey, don't give me that look. It's definitely not what you think," Tartaglia said, raising both hands defensively. "It's true that my job isn't… the most honest, but I wouldn't hurt you or your dear master. We're friends, aren't we?"
Thoma nodded with a relieved smile. "Yes, we are."
They toasted once more before Tartaglia began to speak again:
"I can pull some strings," he said, swirling his sake around in his cup. "Some of my men can extract Ayato from his estate and bring him somewhere where you can... indulge your most morbid and... ticklish fantasies," he chuckled.
Thoma blushed, his voice shaky and nervous. "So... kidnap him?"
Tartaglia froze for a moment and smiled a little. "W-Well... I guess that's the correct term, but, well, you know... Obviously no one's going to hurt him."
Thoma opened his mouth slightly. Going to that extreme? Just to fulfill his fantasies? He hated that the idea didn't sound so bad, but... it put not only his job at risk but also his friendship and trust with the Kamisatos...
"I'll return to Liyue in two days," Tartaglia announced, eating a pink dango. "So think about it tonight, and early tomorrow you can-"
"L-Let's do it."
They spent most of the night planning the kidnap— the abduc— the... well, whatever it was they were going to do. Tartaglia had assured him, several times, that his men wouldn't lay a finger on Ayato. They'd simply escort him to a designated location, where Thoma would be waiting.
Throught the discussion, Thoma could only nod, listening intently to Tartaglia's confident explanations and trying to imagine all the ways this could go wrong. He debated whether to stop this madness or continue— an internal fight that made him bounce his legs anxiously.
He returned to the Kamisato Estate late that night, silently thanking all the Archons that both siblings were already asleep. If either of them had seen his face, they'd have guessed he was hiding something immediately, and confessing the plan out loud sounded even worse than going through with it.
He could barely sleep. By dawn, he was already up, hands trembling as he went through his morning chores on autopilot. His heart pounded with every move. After making breakfast, he quietly slipped out of the mansion, clutching the folded piece of paper that held the address, the place where they would take Ayato.
The sun was barely up when Thoma arrived at the meeting point. A quiet log cabin near Chinju Forest. He had never seen such a place before, and he couldn't help but wonder if Tartaglia had built it up during the night. The air smelled like nature… and regret. Was it too late to back down?
Tartaglia was already there, leaning against the door with a casual grin. "Morning, Thoma!" He greeted, perhaps a bit too excitedly. "You look like you haven't slept in days," he said amused.
Thoma exhaled shakily, letting out an awkward laugh as he bowed his head a little in greeting. "G-Gee, I wonder why, ahaha…"
Tartaglia only chuckled, playfully patting his back. "Relax," he said as he open the door and let Thoma inside. "Like I said, my men are professionals. Mr. Kamisato will be here before you know it."
He wished that wasn't the case. Hopefully Ayato would be able to fight Tartaglia's men so this plan didn't happen. Thoma paced around, but his legs felt like jelly. Every few seconds, he'd glance down at the paper in his hands, as if Tartaglia wasn't there, watching with amusement and as if the address would somehow change and erase the mess he'd gotten himself into.
He could already imagine Ayato's expresion when he found out— no, actually, he couldn't imagine it. Would he be angry? Disappointed? Of course he would. This was so messed up!
"Maybe this is a bad idea," Thoma suddenly said, looking at Tartaglia. "Maybe we can just… talk to him. You know. Normally. Or better, not tell him anything at all!"
Tartaglia tilted his head to the side, frowning. "You mean… not kidnap him?"
"Y-Yes! Exactly! We could just—"
He was interrupted by Tartaglia's laughter. "I think it's a bit too late for that, my dear friend," he chuckled. "They're already on their way, you see!"
Thoma froze. "They're— already?! But-"
Before he could finish, a muffled commotion echoed from outside the cabin.
Thoma's stomach dropped as the door swung open, showing two men holding Ayato's arms, tied to his back, between them. A black blindfold around his head.
Even bound, Ayato moved like someone in control. Like someone humoring a game.
"Oh no," he whispered. "Oh Archons, what have I done?"
"Thoma?" Thoma froze, his eyes widening. Ayato heard him! "Thoma, are you alright?" He couldn't see him, so of course he couldn't notice he was perfectly fine, in fact, he was one of the masterminds behind this whole mess.
Thoma gulped and Tartaglia laughed softly, flicking his hand so his men let go of Ayato. They quickly went outside, leaving the three inside, the silence thick before Tartaglia broke it.
"Whoa," he said, walking around Ayato. "You really are a composed man, Kamisato Ayato."
Ayato frowned under his blindfold. "Who are you?"
"Let's just say I'm a little friend of Thoma," he purred. "We were waiting for you, Mr. Kamisato~."
"We? Thoma, you—"
Thoma couldn't talk, he could only watch as Tartaglia gently guided Ayato towards a mattress in the corner of the cabin that Thoma hadn't even noticed. Ayato laid down obediently, assessing the situation… Maybe wondering how was Thoma involved in all this.
"I'm just trying to help Thoma," Tartaglia continued filling all the silences. "I promise I won't hurt you, Mr. Kamisato, but for my own safety, the blindfold stays." Thoma gulped and he flinched when Tartaglia turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "So? Are you gonna stay there like a statue?"
"Thoma, what's going on here? Are you part of this? I don't… understand."
Thoma's mouth went dry. Ayato's voice wasn't angry (at least, not yet), just confused, soft in a way that made his guilt ache even worse.
"I- I…" he tried to explain himself, but couldn't. Tartaglia was looking at him with a grin and he giggled, shaking his head.
"Alright, I'll do it if you're not going to," he said and Thoma's eyes widened when his friend kneeling beside Ayato and his hands latched to his sides, wiggling his fingers experimentally.
Ayato's breath hitched and his whole body went rigid. His lips formed a tight line as his body squirmed, desperate to escape.
"S-St-top!" He said through gritted teeth, arching the spine. "Unh-ha-hand me!"
Tartaglia giggled again. "Aha, so you are ticklish! I had my doubts, to be honest."
Thoma looked at the scene with wide eyes. Was this really happening? His cheeks started to turn red as Tartaglia's tickling turned a bit more intense. He squeezed up and down the whole length of Ayato's sides, causing the head of the Kamisato Clan to kick his legs. His fair skin was turning red under the blindfold.
"Oh? You really can hold back, huh? I wonder for how long, though," Tartaglia teased, his lips curled in a smirk. "Shall we change spots? What about—"
Thoma's hands suddenly appeared in Tartaglia's vision. The Fatui blinked as Thoma's fingers dug into Ayato's ribs, and the poor man could only endure it for two seconds before bursting into laughter.
"STOP! Ahahaha! Thoma, plehehease!" Ah, so he knew he was the one doing the tickling now, huh? His master really new him so well. "Plehehease, no mohohore! I h-hahate thihis!"
Thoma's hands were trembling as he clawed at Ayato's ribcage, digging right on the spots he knew drove him up the wall, like the back of them and the lowest pair of ribs.
"W-Whoa, you- you really are enjoying this, huh?" Tartaglia said, noticing the smirk on Thoma's lips, nothing alike the warm and kind smile he always wore, and the hungry glint in his eyes, like a man seeing his vice after too long.
Thoma seems to be in a trance, his hands moving from one spot to the other, making Ayato writhe with laughter. One moment he was at his ribs, at the next he was pinching at his hips, then clawing at his stomach, and then squeezing his waist.
Ayato was sweating, flushing bright red as laughter poured out nonstop.
"No more! Thohohoma! I can't!" He begged breathlessly, two wet stains forming in his blindfold where his eyes were.
Thoma felt shivers running down his spine. This was really happening. The guilt he felt not long ago was completely vanished, replaced by arousal. His cock was getting hard inside his pants and he knew he couldn't come back now, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
The tickling came to a halt and Tartaglia flinched a little with a nervous smile when Thoma looked up at him. "Untie his hands and help me undress him," he ordered.
Tartaglia quickly went to work, and as soon as Ayato has his hands freed, he squirmed, trying to take off the cloth around his eyes and to push the two men off him.
"Thoma! Cease this right this instant! Talk to me, please. Just tell me— ack!" He couldn't do anything before Tartaglia was pinning his arms above his head, holding them down with his knees.
Thoma didn't say anything as he unbuttoned and unzipped Ayato's pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. Ayato gasped, shaking his head.
"Th-Thoma!"
Again, silence. Nimble fingers worked through his upper clothes, opening them wide to expose his sweaty torso. Ayato flushed more, embarassed. Exposed and ridiculed like this in front of his servant, his dear friend… and a stranger.
Thoma was in the moon. His eyes hungrily followed each curve and dip of Ayato's body. Little birthmarks scattered along his skin as little treasure marks. One on the middle of his left armpit, one close to his right nipple. One at the bottom of his ribcage and near his belly button. One on his left hipbone and a little tiny one near the tip of his cock. That one Thoma had never seen before and he looked at it for a long while.
Tartaglia cleared his throat. "Now what, boss?" He purred and Thoma finally looked away from Ayato's dick.
He straddled his master's thighs and looked up at Tartaglia. "Tickle his armpits, I'll take care of this part," he said, his warm hand engulfing Ayato's limp cock.
Ayato gasped. "Thoma! D-Don't! Why are you touch m— AHAHAHA! STAHAHAP! STOHOHOP!" He cackled, tossing his head back when Tartaglia's fingers wiggled against his armpits, digging right into the creases, where his little birthmark laid.
Tartaglia giggled amused as Thoma started to jerk Ayato off, his hand slowly moving up and down, thumb sweeping across the tip of his cock, making him moan between laughter.
"THOHOMA!" Ayato screamed, his hips starting to thrust, probably against his will, following Thoma's rhythm. "D-Don't do this! Dohohon't do this, don't d-do this- ngh!" Another moan and Thoma's hand moved faster, feeling Ayato's cock going completely stiff.
Thoma gulped and shuddered. His breathing was erratic, his heart about to explode. He was out of himself, his own hips circling slightly. His brain was blank, he was acting on pure instinct, on pure arousal. His free hand suddenly grabbed Ayato's left hip and started to squeeze, his thumb pressing right against the birthmark.
Ayato screamed in ticklish agony, jerking from side to side as his armpits and hip were being tickled mercilessly.
Tartaglia gulped, his smirk trembling a little. "Huh… this is actually a bit erotic, Thoma. Now I see why you wanted to do this~"
Thoma didn't say anything and simply cupped his hand around the tip of Ayato's cock, rubbing it.
"STAHAHAP! PLEASE!" Ayato cried, arching his spine off the mattress, little drops of sweat covering his body. "THOMA! THOMA, I CAN'T!" He pleaded, his eyes crossing under the blindfold. "I'm g-gonna—! Please, stohop! You're gonna make me—"
The moan that left his lips made Thoma cum himself a little bit. Ayato released his seed right into Thoma's hand. It was warm and sticky. Thoma looked at his palm, his hand shaking a little as he raised it to his lips to taste the fluid.
Tartaglia chuckled, his cheeks flushed, his fingers never coming to a stop, tickling Ayato through his orgasm and beyond. "Are you happy?"
Thoma finally reacted, he nodded, smearing the fluid onto Ayato's hips so the friction of his fingers were reduced when he started tickling him again.
Ayato shrieked, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. His body was still sensitive after cumming, he was actually still trembling with waves of pleasure, but Tartaglia and Thoma didn't stop.
"Look at that, Thoma~ He's not going any softer, I think he might be liking this more than he wants to admit." Thoma gulped, also noticing how Ayato's cock was still as hard as a rock, cum leaking from his tip. "Are you loving the attention now, Mr. Kamisato?" Tartaglia teased, leaving one of Ayato's armpits to pinch his nipple.
Ayato cried, trembling all over and Thoma observed intently, his thumbs rubbing dip circles into his master's hipbones, making him sob with laughter.
"Aha~ sensitive there as well? Adorable," Tartaglia mumbled, moving his other hand down to pinch his other nipple as well. Thoma squeezed up Ayato's sides and ribs until he reached his armpits. After all, he was the most ticklish there, it'd be a waste if he wasn't being tickled in that spot while having his nipples played with.
Thoma's fingers were still gooey with Ayato's semen, so his fingertips and nails easily moved against the sensitive armpits, causing Ayato to scream in hysterics, his voice hoarse, his begging broken.
It didn't take long for Ayato to cum from his nipples and the tickling to his armpits alone, and noticing this, Thoma and Tartaglia shared a look and they continued and continued and continued until Ayato was spent, no more cumming coming from his cock.
"M-Mehercy," Ayato sobbed, unable to laugh anymore as the tickling and the sexual stimulation continued. "N-No m-more, I'm- I'm g-gonna p-pass out…" He mumbled, trembling all over. His stomach covered in semen, tears slipping from his blindfold, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He was a complete mess and Thoma thought maybe it was time they stopped. He gently touched Tartaglia's hands without a word and Tartaglia chuckled, stopping instantly.
"I'll give you both a moment," he said almost gently, looking at Ayato one more time before he got up and exited the cabin.
Ayato collapsed on the mattress, breathing heavily and trembling. Thoma suddenly didn't know what to do or what to say, a bit of guilt settling on his stomach again.
"… M-My Lord…" he whispered, gently taking the blindfold off. His breath hitched when he found Ayato's teary, dazed eyes. He gulped, feeling his poor cock throbbing. "A-Are you… Are you alright, My Lord?" Ayato looked up at him, their eyes meeting and Thoma froze, his cheeks flushed.
"I'm sorry…" He whispered. "I couldn't resist, I always… I always… I'm in love with you, My Lord and I… I desire you…" Thoma finally confessed, his heart beating hard. He was still placed between Ayato's legs. "Please," he begged, tears stinging in his eyes. "Please, My lord… just this once. At least this once, let me…" He pressed his cock agains't Ayato's ass and both gasped.
Ayato widened his eyes, weakly shaking his head. "N-No, I can't. I really… c-can't," he said, trying to move away with the help of his legs, but Thoma grabbed his thighs and dragged him back against him.
"Please, My Lord. You don't… you really don't… after all this years… feel anything for me?" He pleaded, his brow furrowed as he looked down at his master. "Really? Nothing?"
Ayato looked back at him, his body still trembling, his teeth chattering slightly. "It's not… Thoma, I do love you, but… I'm not sure I can—"
"You… love me?" Thoma's eyes widened, his mouth falling open. "You mean it? Romantically? Like… you also desire me?"
"Thoma…" Ayato sighed. "Yes… romantically and I also desire you and I wish you could've told me instead of… doing all of this…"
Thoma winced. "I'm sorry, I… I just…" He just what, exactly? There was no excuse for what he and Tartaglia did, but… he didn't regret it. "I wasn't thinking."
"Clearly. Who's even that man—"
"But, My Lord, please," he pressed against Ayato's ass one more time. "Let me… please…"
Ayato whimpered. He was still tingling, and even the mattress under him made his skin prickle with goosebumps, shivers running down his spine. It was true that he had harbored feelings for Thoma over the years and he honestly, knew about Thoma's feelings even when he, oh so desperately, tried to hide them for him.
He never though, however, that Thoma would do something like this just to satisfy his needs… worst thing was that Ayato had enjoyed it more than he wanted to admit, this being one of his wildest fantasies… one he never thought he would share with the person he liked. The extra person was not something he had imagined, but… well, it wasn't that terrible either.
"M-My Lord?"
He was spent, though. Would he even be able to cum one more time? And if he did… Ayato wasn't sure he would be able to be the same. He would become addicted to the sensations. Tickling and pleasure combined to make him lose his mind forever. The mere thought made his cock twitch and Thoma, still wearing that kicked-puppy expression, seemed to beam as he grabbed Ayato's hips and pulled him ever closer.
Ayato shuddered in response. He wanted it. He wanted Thoma to fuck him senselessly.
"My Lord?"
Ah, there was no coming back. "F-Fine… just be g-gentle and— AH!" When did he even take off his pants?! "Th-Thoma, wait! S-Slowl- nnnggghh~"
The setting that prevents your work being used to train AI models is turned off by default! I had no idea about this until now! Artists, go to your settings, click “visibility”, and turn on this setting! Protect your work!
NON-ARTISTS!! do this too! especially if you ever use anyone else’s art. i personally have some excellent artwork from commissions in my posts, and the thought of my posts ruining these people’s livelihoods alone is disgusting.
so, even if you aren’t necessarily an artist — you should still turn this on. plus, it never specified it was only for AI ‘art’ models, it could be stealing your writing just as easily.
so, this actually originally was not supposed to be a tickletober post, it was a post to celebrate the absolutely GORGEOUS piece of art i got from @ppystkposts. However, when I realized today’s prompt was for alcohol, i kinda just rolled with it when posting lol
SMALL EDIT/UPDATE :
this is pretty ooc…… i hadn’t progressed in the story before writing this lmao
ignore the fact he suddenly has vision and can see
CW ::
this story contains mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, and also contains light bondage and interrogation-based tickling. if any of these subjects aren’t you cup of tea, you have been warned.
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Qiuyuan wasn’t one to get black-out drunk. After all, a wise man once said: One should not take any alcoholic drinks, unless he has to take some to cure his illness, to regale the guests with a feast, or to conduct religious ceremonies.
But then, he drank all the time… He just didn’t drink himself to pure numbness. To him, that was what was against virtues. One should be able to keep a clear mind while enjoying life’s pleasures. That was what he had passed down to his students as well – though he also encouraged them to have their own views as well…
Of course, mistakes can be made by anyone, and in this case, they were made by the calligrapher himself. Careful, and meticulous, sure… but not immune to accidents or mistakes, nor the consequences one could face from making them. So, he had a little too much to drink, and got a little tipsier than he would usually allow himself to be while out relaxing for a while.
So, he knew it was time to get home, so he could rest off his drunken state, his hangover, and recover some Yin energy to balance out the overindulgence of alcohol.
However, while walking through the forest, he heard footsteps… and voices… People talking about some sort of treasure nearby, in a shack–
In his shack.
Of course, Qiuyuan didn’t have the ‘treasure’ they were looking for. He was never a person to keep material possessions… But Exiles weren’t usually ones who could be easily reasoned with, especially when they’re the type who have stooped this low…
His brain told him to act, but his body and movements were sluggish and sloppy. He leapt from tree branch to tree branch, drawing his sword as he got closer and closer to the group of Exiles– only to fall right at the last branch, landing right next to them, his sword clattering against the stones, falling just out of his reach.
“Well, well… What do we have here? Some self-righteous ‘hero’ trying to save whoever lives in that house? Don’t bother.” A man said from behind a mask, while another lifted Qiuyuan by the back of his collar to hold him back.
“I’m not some hero,” Qiuyuan spat out. “I live there… and I can assure you, there is no treasure that you may seek in there. I am but a traveling swordsman, who happened to stop in Jinzhou.” He grunted, trying to reach back to get the Exile’s hands off of his collar. However, the group seemed to have no intention of playing around, and before his drunken brain could even protest, his hands were cuffed, the chain linking around a tree branch, forcing his arms above his head. It wasn’t too tight, loose enough so he could touch the ground, but not enough to be able to pull his arms down at all.
One of the bastards got close to him, able to smell the faint scent of rice wine that came off from the man. He let out a small laugh. “Tch… This man is nothing but a drunkard with a sword.” He grunted, softly flicking the man's cheek, making him grunt and turn away. It didn’t hurt, by any means… but it felt humiliating, being completely stuck like this, with four guys all staring at him with crossed arms and smug grins.
“Well,” their leader started, “why don’t we cut out the middleman of searching, and simply ask him where the stuff’s stashed?” He stepped behind Qiuyuan, and began pulling apart the man’s shirt, which had been carefully laced together, intricately by Qiuyuan’s own nimble fingertips. How disgraceful, to undo such meticulous work with just a yank of the hands.
However, just as one of the men began raising their weapon, their leader quickly scoffed with a click of his tongue.
“Fool. We can’t hurt him– don’t you remember what happened the last time? We were almost caught red handed.” He crossed his arms over his chest, thinking for a bit– before chuckling and leaning down, plucking the two feathers right out of the green ribbon tying Qiuyuan’s hair together.
“Now this… This could be something a bit more interesting.” He smirked, before tracing one of the feathers down Qiuyuan’s exposed sides, making the latter softly grunt, not expecting the sudden soft, fluffy touch of the decoration he often kept in his hair. Something felt almost cruel about it – using his own accessory against him. He softly shuddered, as a couple of the men raised eyebrows and looked at each other, before letting out a chuckle.
“I see… Not bad, boss.” One of them stepped forward, gently placing a hand on the other's waist, gently squeezing between his palm and thumb muscles. Qiuyuan, who was usually stoic, calm, and reserved… was on the verge of letting out a laugh. A genuine laugh– no one ever would have seen it coming.
“Pfft… Ghn– C-Cut that out, y– you fools…” He murmured, before suddenly letting out a small yelp when both feathers and hands from the two were scribbling around– the feathers wreaking the most gentle of havoc on his lower stomach, while one hand was still squeezing his waist, and another was scribbling its blunt nails right onto the others ribs. He broke into a laughter – not the broken, held-back kind like one might expect, but more so a consistent, louder laugh, as if he genuinely couldn't hold it back.
It only seemed to be getting worse, with another hand joining in, pulling his shirt open even wider, while hands and feathers all seemed to crawl over his body. He even felt a feather making a saw-like motion right against his left nipple.
“Gh– Ahahahaha..! W– Wahahait..! There is nohoho treasure! Nohohone..! That’s juhuhust my shehelter..!” He desperately tried to pull his arms down, but they were still cuffed together, the chain looped around the branch. Both the branch and the chain were too thick to properly snap apart, and just loose enough around his wrists to let him squirm without slipping out. It was then that one of the vagrants almost looked like a light had gone off, as he slipped away to their shelter – a broken-down vehicle from pre-lament times, and came back with… a couple small brushes?
Toothbrushes– oh, Qiuyuan knew he was in for a time now…
“Boss, try these–! Found ‘em in an old dental center in Guixu–” He tossed the brushes, one to the ‘Boss,’ and the other to the other who had been helping. He kept one for himself as well, before going back to the chained up hunk before him. On the count of three, they all turned the brushes on at once, making Qiuyuan absolutely writhe in his makeshift bindings, squirming and kicking as best as he could… which, fortunately for the Exiles, wasn’t much. One of the men scrubbed the brush into his armpit, while his hand squeezed at his hip as if he was juicing an orange.
Meanwhile, the one who had originally found the toothbrushes took one of the feathers from their boss, gently scribbling the hollow end in circles against the dip of the other’s hip, while scrubbing the brush he had rather vigorously over the front of the other’s waistband. He smirked oh-so-proudly, as if he had found the cure of the Lament rather than just a mere rotating toothbrush.
Ah, but their leader, the one they kept referring to simply as ‘Boss,’ might have been the most cruel out of all of them. He adjusted Qiuyuan’s position so he could slip behind him, softly circling the already-rotating brush against his right nipple, while continuing the feathery ‘saw’ motions with the other feather he still had.
“Pl– Plehehehease–! I– Ahahaha!! Th– There is no treasure–! I- I cahahan’t tahahake thihis..! I— NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE..!” He yelped, desperately twisting, turning, and wriggling to try to get away from the overwhelming touch of all of the exiles. As they all continued, with seemingly no ending in sight, Qiuyuan knew he had definitely learned his lesson…
Don’t let yourself indulge in too much alcohol…
Or, do. These Exiles did seem to visit quite often, after all~
