Also! Here is a drawing that my partner made for my fic Pretty as a Painting! It's literally beautiful and also completely took me out the first time I saw it.
If anyone wants to read the fic, you can read it on my ao3 or my tumblr!
CALIBORN: NOW. AS ANYONE WITH ANY GODDAMN TASTE IN ART *SHOULD* KNOW. A YAOI REQUIRES A "SEME". AND A "UKULELE".
FIN: the little hula guitar...?
CALIBORN: NO. I WAS CONFUSED BY THIS TOO. BUT IN YAOI. A UKULELE IS A TYPE OF GUY.
CALIBORN: THE SMALLEST, MOST ADORABLE OF GUYS.
idk how to explain what i mean but i want to write a tickle fic where the tickles are not fanfictionized like Do you Understand me .realistic raw reactions none of that ahhh omg hahaha stoppp that tickles !! like yea i still enjoy that it makes me happy but i crave more visceral violent all consuming reactions . and things and such . yup
anyone know of an extension to un-color/un-size text because there's so many blogs i'd like to follow if only for the fact i Cannot Fucking Read Them without discomfort
Notes: This fic, otherwise known as - Eridan is definitely Sollux's kismesis and definitely wants to be his matesprit. This is like,,,, loosely based in some point of time in Homestuck. Read it as you will lol.
Summary: Eridan won't stop flinching when they're making out, and Sollux is growing frustrated.
Hands clumsily gripped his shirt, and in the dark of the closet it was difficult to tell whether the gesture was meant to be affectionate or antagonistic. Eridanâs back hit the wall, and he grunted in irritation, pushing against the otherâs hold. Sollux merely pushed back harder.
âYou know you canât pull me out of important team meetings like this every time you decide you want a fuck buddy,â Eridan reminded the other impatiently. âAs a member of the council, you know I have to be thereââ
âThereâs no fucking council, Er,â Sollux said, rolling his eyes. âKarkat just made that up to appease you.â
âHe gave me a position,â Eridan sniffed.
âA fake position.â
âAn honorary fake position.â
âIs there a difference?â
There wasnât, technically speaking, but Eridan didnât give him the satisfaction of replying. Not that he would have cared to in the first place. Arguing about it was merely a formality that he had to upkeep to hide the fact that he didnât give a singular flying fuck what kind of meeting he was missing so long as it meant he got to have SolluxâSollux touching him, kissing him, doing many other risquĂŠ activities that would make others blush if repeated to them. Letting Sollux know how much he genuinely liked these secret meetups of theirs, looked forward to them even, would certainly bring an end to them, so instead he kept up a steady stream of snide remarks to throw him off.
âMy shirtââ Eridan hissed when hands met bare skin as Sollux awkwardly attempted to lift his shirt. âYouâre gonna rip it if you keep pulling like that.â
âStop wearing such complicated clothing then,â Sollux snapped back. He fumbled for latches in the back, struggling to see anything in the dark. Eridan kept suggesting they simply use his room where there was light and space to properly move around, but Sollux refused off principal. Someone could walk in at any moment and there was no guarantee theyâd be fast enough to hide the evidence. And soâcloset. âGod, does this thing even come off?â
âItâs a bit further down, thereâs a string.â Eridanâs words were broken up, breathless as Sollux pushed up against him for leverage, all warm hands and breath against his sensitive neck. He hardly dared move, a puppet in his hands as Sollux drew closer to what he had been looking for untilâ
âMmmhmehe!â
The body against him froze up, and Sollux pulled back, thankfully taking those hands with him as he went. He looked Eridan hard in the eyes, not annoyed, just speculative.
âDid you just fucking giggle?â
âAh⌠no?â
âDonât lie to me.â Sollux reached out quickly, poking a curious line up his side. Eridan couldnât help the way he shrunk back at that, choking on a spluttery sound. âOh. Youâre ticklish.â
âI am not!â Eridan huffed, straightening his shirt back down to cover up anymore bare skin. Sollux was the last person he needed in possession of that information. âYou just startled me."
âYou were startled both of the times?â
Eridan paused. âYes?â
It was clear he was lying; the fact was indisputable by now. Sollux appraised him, glancing up and down in a way that should have felt invasive but didnât. Eridan hated how much he liked having that attention on him, even if it was unfortunate in this particular situation. âYouâre definitely lying, but I donât have time to argue about it now. Maybe another time.â
âWhat is that supposed to meanââ
His protest was cut off by Solluxâs lips crashing firmly into his and effectively ending the conversation then. It was what he had wanted in the first place, and yet he couldnât help but feel a small twinge of disappointment as the conversation ended. But then Solluxâs teeth were scraping against his neck and any thoughts he might have had melted into incoherence.
ââthe fucking nerve of him! Waltzing into my room like he owned the place! And yeah, sure, I guess it wasnât terrible seeing him there, cause whatever, heâs okay sometimes, but itâs the audacity to think that he can just enter? Without my permission? As if weâre friends now, which is in and of itself a ludicrous idea because who the fuck would want to be friends with that nattering lunatic who wouldnât know when itâs time to shut the fuck up if a clock came and tongue-fucked him on the mouth.â Karkat paused, glancing over at the other. âAre you even listening to me?â
âHmm?â Eridan startled. He sat up straighter in the chair he was lounging on, struggling to remember the last hour of Karkatâs rambling. Something Dave Strider, blah, blah, blah, something about rooms, blah, blah, blah, a comment about a poem and then several sexual innuendoes, blah, blah, blahâŚ. âYou want to fuck Strider?â he tried, doing his best to connect the dots.
Karkat gaped at him, sputtering and bulging his eyes as if Eridan had just suggested he kill his own Lusus. âFuckâfuck him??? Are you out of your mind? I wouldnât fuck him if he were the last human on this planet! I wouldnât fuck him if he were the last troll on this planet! I wouldnât fuck him if the god of this shitty universe weâre all floating around in like the last stray fruit loops in a bowl of abandoned cereal were to come down and give me the ultimatum: fuck Dave Strider or I end it all right here. Thatâs right! The fate of the universe determined by what pathetic creature you stick your fucking bulge in. And I still wouldnât goddamn do it! I wouldnât fuck Dave Strider if he was on his hands and knees composing me free-fucking-form poetry about how badly he needed me to ride his useless, shitty stick or whatever it is they even have down there! I wouldnâtââ
It was clear that Karkat had been sufficiently distracted and would likely continue on this rant for maybe as long as the one he had just finished. Eridan sighed, slumping over the back of his chair and resting his chin in his hand. He hadnât got any sleep last night because Sollux had found him on his way to his bedroom and pulled him into a dark corridor where they spent at least half the night groping each other. The times at which Sollux was seeking him out were growing more and more inconvenient, and Eridan should probably bring it up to him at some point.
That wasnât the issue that was bothering him though. They had been going at it for a few hours, Sollux tearing a bloody path of bitemarks up his torso, when one of the bites near his sides had been a little too light. Eridan had fucking flinched, again, and let out that stupid, pathetic giggle that seemed to stop Sollux in his tracks.
Can you stop being so fucking ticklish, Iâm trying to get some work done here, Sollux had said.
Iâm not ticklish, Eridan had insisted. The skin there is delicate. You have to be gentle with it. It just hurts is allâyou should really trim your fangs before giving them access to someone elseâs skin.
Sollux had only bitten him harder after that comment, proving very obviously that Eridan was more than fine with things being too rough if the moan he let out was anything to go off of. But as time went on, Eridan would have insisted that Sollux was doing it on purpose. Every bite was too light, with lips brushing the skin and warm breath sending goosebumps skittering up Eridanâs flesh. He couldnât go more than five minutes without trying to squirm away or hissing out what was almost a laugh. Twenty minutes went by of this before Sollux got fed up with him and left, leaving Eridan embarrassed, sleep deprived, and extremely sexually frustrated.
Eridan flushed at the memory and gripped the back of the chair tightly. He couldnât tell what exactly about it was bothering him so much. Sure, it was annoying that he hadnât had a fulfilling sexual escapade in weeks because his own sensitivity kept getting in the way. And yes, he was indignant at Sollux for pointing it out and embarrassed that it was made obvious how little it took to tickle him. And of course, he was offended that Sollux felt like he had any right to be mad at Eridan for something that was frankly entirely out of his control.
But none of that was quite the issue. There was something deeper lurking underneath that Eridan refused to acknowledge because the truth was far too embarrassing.
âWhat are you ranting on about?â
Eridan startled at the voice and turned. Sollux was standing in the doorway, watching Karkat with unmasked annoyance. Not that it would have any effect on the latter. Karkat didnât usually allow the moods of others to impact how he decided to comport himself. Sollux looked over at Eridan briefly, a burst of disgust and lust flashing in his eyes. Eridan met his gaze coolly, hoping he didnât look as eager as he felt to see the other.
In a moment of uncharacteristic mercy, Karkat merely shrugged and said, âNothing. Nothing of any importance, anyway, if Eridanâs wandering attention is anything to go by.â He shot Eridan a glare that the other returned gladly. âThereâs nothing to do on this fucking planet but talk anyway.â
âRight.â Sollux turned to Eridan, his fingers twitching hungrily at his sides. âEridan. I require your assistance."
Eridanâs heart and crotch fluttered with hope. âOh? Well, I donât know if I have the time. Karkat and I were in the middle of a meetingââ
âItâs fine, go ahead.â Karkat waved his hand, turning back to his console irritably. âEveryone else has already abandoned me, why not yourself as well? Whatâs the point of even having a fucking council if no one is ever going to stick around to get anything doneâ!â
But when Karkat whirled around in his chair, Eridan was already gone.
The âassistanceâ Sollux required seemed to be fairly far away, as he spent forever leading Eridan down several complicated and twisting hallways. The room they finally entered into was one Eridan hadnât been in before, which was rare. It was pretty empty and seemed to be a storage space, or perhaps a shitty home office. Sollux only seemed to care that it was isolated. The moment the door closed behind them, Sollux pressed Eridan against a desk and stared intently up at him. Eridan smiled weakly, unsure whether to be pleased or scared.
âYou, uh, wanted my help?â
âIâve decided Iâm going to tickle you.â
Eridan flushed up to his gills, bristling indignantly. âIâm sorry? I donât think thatâs something you just get to decide. And anyways, I told you Iâm not ticklishââ
âBullshit.â In the next moment, Eridan realized he couldnât move his hands; they were stuck where they gripped the edge of the desk, a blue and red shimmer floating around them. Stupid psionics. Sollux carefully pushed his shirt up, revealing Eridanâs stomach, which trembled under Solluxâs hands in a rather embarrassing display. âYour ticklishness has been getting in the way of my plans for a week or so now, I think Iâm pretty aware of its existence. So, Iâve decided to roll with it.â
Eridanâs stomach was doing flips and cartwheels, not entirely unpleasantly. âWhy do you even want to? Itâs a childish thing, itâs hardly sexy.â
âI disagree.â Sollux grinned. âThe sight of you squirming like a wriggler and begging for my mercy has a certain appeal. Besides, itâs clearly something that bothers you, so it would be remiss of me not to poke at it if Iâm going to uphold my role as your kismesis.â
Right. Kismesis. Of course he believed the tickling was a bad thing that was happening. His stomach pinched in nerves and fear at what Sollux would think if he discovered how Eridan really felt about the ticklingâhow often he had fantasized about it since Sollux had first brushed up against him. Heâd probably be laughed out of his position as kismesis, let alone any other romantic quadrants Eridan might have been thinking about broaching with the other. Not only was he sure to be humiliated thoroughly, Sollux would probably never want to do it to him again.
Which was difficult, as Eridan didnât think he would be able to get through this without revealing how much he craved this particular attention. Especially with Sollux looking at him so intently.
âSollux,â Eridan tried, his body screaming at him to shut up, to just enjoy this. âI really must demand that you let me go. As you know, my blood decreesââ
âOh, no one gives a fuck about that shit here, Eri, weâre on a floating planet in the middle of goddamn nowhere. Right now, Iâm in control and thereâs not a whole lot you can do about that.â
God, if that sentence didnât bring a bright violet flush all over Eridanâs body.
Sollux admired his stomach for a moment, panning his hands across the expanse. âI was mostly doing this to fuck with you, but I have to admit, itâs kind of hot having you all helpless like this. Your stomachâs so pale. Itâs like you never get outside.â
âNone of us get outside, what are you talking abâoh!â
Eridan clamped his mouth shut as Sollux began tracing his nails over his stomach curiously. He didnât stay on his stomach either. He made large, swooping gestures, passing over his sides, ribs, hips, nearing his underarms.
And Eridan flinched. And flinched. And flinched.
It really tickled.
Perhaps the worst part of all of it was that Eridan was far too ramped up to gain any amount of control over his laughterâif he had any to begin with. He giggled helplessly, not even bothering to tug on his arms as he gave into the sensation. He could still move the rest of his body, so his hips wriggled from side to side, shying away from the tickling. Sollux followed him effortlessly, upkeeping this horribly gentle pace that was honestly worse than if he had just dug in. And holy. Hell. If heâd had any doubts before as to whether he wanted this, those were all gone now. Eridan had never felt so content to sit back and be unraveled by anotherâs touch.
It might have even been better than the sex.
âWow, youâre a lot more ticklish than I thought.â Sollux raised an eyebrow. âI mean, it seemed like you were pretty fucking ticklish, but this is ridiculous. Iâm not even doing it that hard.â He moved his pace upwards, towards Eridanâs armpits. The trollâs hands were stuck just far enough apart that he couldnât press his arms to his sides in protection. He burst into frantic, panicked laughter as the spot was tickled, hopping a little in place. âSee! How do you live like this.â
Even the taunts were only working to make this better. Maybe he didnât want a kismesis, but not exactly a matesprit either. Something in-between. He would be remiss to lose this aspect of hostility. âI-Itâs yohohohour fucking nails, Sohohol, if you ever c-cut those thingsââ
âNot everyone has time to file their nails down. Some of us are busy.â
âDohohoing whatâNO! Sohohohollux!â
Sollux had reached up experimentally under his ears, fluttering said nails all over the sensitive skin there. Eridan had never been tickled there before. He honestly hadnât even known it was a ticklish spot. But evidently, it was perhaps bad enough to qualify amongst his top spots. He felt like ripping Eridanâs hands off of his body. He squealed and slammed his head back and forth into his shoulders with such violence that Sollux grew concerned and used his psionics to hold his head still... which was infinitely worse. Now he had absolutely zero protection against what was turning out to be the most intense tickling of his life.
Solluxâs eyes widened as he watched the other shriek and cackle like a banshee. âWoah man! Your whole bodyâs turning violet. I donât think Iâve ever seen you blush this much. And are you crying?â
Eridan couldnât speak. All he could do was laugh and beg god for a mercy that wasnât coming. He was grateful for his giggle-induced silence on the matter, as he was sure he would have verbalized this request to Sollux, and he didnât want anything to actually lead to this ending. He was crying, a bit, tears welling at the edges of his eyes.
Sollux eventually lightened up after a few minutes, if only because Eridan looked close to passing out. âJesus, Er. I didnât even know people could be that ticklish. How are you still sane right now?â
Eridan giggled tiredly, unable to even move his head to shake his head. âTickles⌠a lotâŚâ he muttered, his skin still tingling horribly from past sensation. He felt like a livewire. It was exhilarating. When he was finally able to get a hold of some of his senses, he noticed that Sollux was staring at him. âWhat?â
âYou didnât ask me to stop once.â Sollux narrowed his eyes. He snapped his fingers and Eridan was free of his psionics. Instantly, he began rubbing at his ears and torso, trying to calm his nervous system back down. âI mean, I was practically killing you and you were just taking it.â
As he took in what the other was implying, Eridan swallowed. âI donât⌠I mean, I must have. Right?â
âYouâre not sure?â
âIââ he broke off, glancing away. âItâs possible. That I might not have said stop, in the moment.â
Solluxâs eyes widened. âHoly shit. Holy SHIT. I get it now. You liked it, didnât you? Getting tickled to literal tears just now, that was enjoyable for you?â
Oh fuck. Eridan gaped at him, starting and cutting off protests as soon as they formed. He couldnât get the words out. No, just say no, he screamed at himself, but he didnât. Instead, he nodded, once, shamefully. He risked a glance at Sollux when the other didnât say anything and noticed the yellow blush on Solluxâs features. âWhatâs wrong?â
Sollux shook his head, bringing his hand up and gnawing on his knuckles gently in a nervous fashion. âNothing. Just⌠thatâs something. I didnât realize someone could like that.â
Eridan frowned. This was weird. Sollux was definitely freaked out, but he didnât seem judgmental exactly. It was almost like he was nervous. âWell, I guess they can, so it seems.â
âRight.â Sollux continued just staring at him for several more minutes. Eridan watched his throat bob in a swallow. Thatâs when he recognized the expression. It wasnât judgement. It was the same look Sollux gave him in meeting halls and across dining tables, the look that said he was about to drag him off to the nearest closed off space and fuck his brains out.
That was an interesting reaction to Eridanâs confession.
When Sollux realized he was being examined too, he stiffened, shoving up his shades with one finger and whirling on his heels. âWhatever. I have to get going now. Stuff to do, yâknow.â
Eridan nodded wordlessly.
âSee you around, Er.â
Eridan watched the door slam shut behind him. He slumped against the table, his heart racing in his chest.
Notes: First day of tickletober! In honor of the fandom's pilot just getting released, I decided to delve back into my Homestuck obsession. I decided to go with these cuties because Rose and Kanaya simply do not get enough love in the fandom.
Summary: Rose is ticklish and Kanaya knows exactly what she's doing.
âYour games donât work on me, Kan. I know what youâre doing, and while I admit that it is awfully charming and a tad insulting to my impeccable self-control, I am as unflappable as the breeze.â
It was all bluster, but there was no reason for Kanaya to know that. The normally laid-back troll had been gaining a mischievous side lately, Rose suspected as a result of her own influence. Rose had taken far too much joy teasing her girlfriend in the beginning of their relationship, and the habit had been infectious it seemed.
Kanaya was curled around Roseâs back, arms wrapped around her midsection, and her lips were only an inch away from the nape of her neck. âWhat games?â she whispered, her breath warm on Roseâs skin; shivers ran down her back. âI am only showing affection to my girlfriend. Is that a manipulation tactic now? If so, I was unaware.â
Rose could feel her smile and she fought back one of her own.
Kanaya had discovered that Rose was ticklish very early on in their relationship, though the issue was muted enough that it never caused any real problems with physicality. She had left the issue alone out of respect for Rose, as Kanaya knew her own sensitivity was not something she enjoyed being exploited. She had discovered that Rose enjoyed being tickled about a week ago, months into their relationship, after a slightly tipsy confession on Roseâs part. Kanaya had not acted on that information yet and Rose had been a nervous wreck ever since. Sheâd tried to keep up a calm composure, but it was evident that any sudden movement on Kanayaâs part made her eyes widen in fear and a thrill of delight.
And now, tonight. Kanayaâs fingers rested over her abdomen, a ghost of a touch, and her lips kept that infuriating distance away from her neck. Rose was covered in goosebumps, her fingers tangled tightly in the sheets as she tried to remain calm.
âYou're not very subtle,â Rose noted, her voice cool and breezy in a manner that she did not feel. âYou are well aware of my own proclivities and now you are using them against me.â
âProclivities?â Kanaya asked innocently. âYouâd have to be more specific.â
Rose flushed to her ears, hating that Kanaya would obviously notice. âTickling,â she managed, the word a bit choked as she forced it out.
âAh.â Kanayaâs lips just touched her neck, and even that sensation was enough to make Rose tense with a horribly girlish grin. âYou are referring to your latent desire to be tickled. You should be more specific in the future. Tell me, how am I doing anything to that interest right now? Iâm merely cuddling my girlfriend in the comfort of our own room.â
Rose had to take several deep breaths before she could be certain sheâd speak in a normal, non-trembling voice. âYour charade is up, Kan. Your ruse has been blown. This psychological warfare has gone on long enough.â
Teeth against her neck, just sitting there. âWhatever do you mean?â
âYou are purposefully teasing me.â
âHow so?â
âYouâve been hovering around my neck like a lazy mosquito for fifteen minutes now.â
âBut itâs such a ticklish spot. Weâve only just woken up from our nap a bit ago, I wouldnât want to take advantage of you in your sleepy state.â
âThen why are you hovering?â
âWhy? Is it bothering you?â
Rose huffed. Her neck had been a spot that early in their relationship Kanaya had learned to tread carefully with. Kissing had to be rough and cruel in order for pleasure to break through the startling, ticklish sensation normally prompted. Rose had never asked her to do this and had often felt disappointed whenever Kanaya held back. The purposeful, teasing lightness of Kanayaâs almost-there touch had to be on purpose now.
âKan, please.â
Kanaya hummed, unable to hide how pleased she was with herself. âWhich are you asking for? For me to stop or to keep going?â
Rose buried her face in her pillow, grateful Kanaya couldnât see how she was grinning like a loon. âKanaya."
âThereâs no rush.â Kanayaâs fingers tapped gently against her midriff, her lips brushing the nape of her beck with a gentle kiss. Rose flinched, hard, shoulders ducking up instinctively. âWe can stay like this for as long as you need.â
The offer was kind and cruel in equal measure, and Rose loved her for it as much as it frustrated her. It was all just ticklish enough that for a moment Rose considered enjoying what she could in order to avoid giving into Kanayaâs teasing. But the offer of seeing what it would be like if Kanaya really dug in was too tempting.
Rose bit her lip, curling tighter in on herself. âI suppose it would be amenable if you⌠ah... committed to your current plan of action.â
Kanaya laughed softly, the sound a beautiful thing in the quiet of their room. âA strange way of saying it, but Iâll allow it. I think youâve suffered enough tonight.â
With that, Kanayaâs mouth set into motion at last, pressing quick, soft kisses all over her neck in a manner that had Rose giggling in seconds. Her neck tilted down in protest, shoulders scrunching up, but she made no effort to really squirm away from her girlfriend. At the same time, Kanayaâs finger began moving as well, walking a gentle spiderâs trail all over her stomach and hips. This Rose could not help but squirm from, her legs kicking helplessly into the sheets as the tickles overwhelmed her.
âYou humans are so cute,â Kanaya whispered into her ear, causing Rose to blush and shoot her an offended look. âSuch defenseless creatures. And to think, you are allowing me to take advantage of you like this. These are poor instincts, Lalonde.â
The teasing was getting to her more than sheâd like to admit. There was something delightful about the helpless position, and she did not protest when Kanaya wrapped a leg around her waist when a particularly vicious pinch to her hip made her try to twist away. âKahahahan!â
âIs this all you can say, pretty thing? My name?"
âPlehehease!â
âOh, you can beg too. How delightful. Well, you have doomed yourself now. Iâm afraid Iâm not gonna stop until I feel satisfied that you have begged for your life properly.â
She was sliding into the role of fearsome predator easily and Rose could tell she was enjoying herself. Rose was too. She made no attempt to escape, instead, allowing herself to give into this world of thrilling sensation as she giggled herself silly into the night.
the problem about being aroace and wanting stuff like this, is that .. this is usually something portrayed as romantic. I want this. but with friends.. close loved ones. Not a romantic partner. I lack the necessary attraction for that, and it really sucks. It would be a lot easier if I wasn't aroace.
I want friends that would be okay with this, and not well, make it awkward. I just want to be sillay with friends. And I like specific things that make my heart flutter and I get butterflies in my stomach by. I feel seen and loved and understood in certain ways, and it makes me giggle and get a little flustered and actively want those things, but its hard, because im afraid of being misunderstood; I wish for friends who DO understand me.
I DO have fantastic friends that would absolutely get this, (I hope), and i have one friend who I told, (And they said it was really cute which AUAGHHH) but they definitely forgot. Granted, this is GOOD, because it means it didnt stick out to them in a weird way. But eeeeeek. I been feeling lonely with it recently and I wish they remembered. READ MY MIND DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!
Someone who isn't into tickling themselves and the subject never crosses their mind x someone who has The Kink/Interest. Because while it's all well and good to have someone want to tickle you for their own reasons, having someone who is doing it purely because they know it gets to you, purely because you want it, purely to make you happy--dead, instantly. They are able to exist entirely outside of this fascination and say things like 'tickle' and tease you without once getting flustered themselves. They are entirely immune to the weirdness about this interest that everyone in this community is plagued by and have become unstoppable because of it. With a ler, you can sometimes tease back, catch them off guard, have them at a disadvantage, but someone outside of this? They do not share this weakness, and therefore you have no defenses.
ESPECIALLY if this person isn't ticklish themselves so you can't even turn the tables that way
