Hello! You can call me Mai - my pronouns are she/her, but they/them works too! This is my SFW tickle blog! Please feel free to say hi, but if that's not your thing, then scroll away, friend! <3
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ă»inappropriate asks or messages
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Thank you for your concern! I'll take this as an opportunity to remind anyone who follows my blog / interacts with my posts / sees my posts that this is NOT a kink blog!!! I understand that some people see tickling as a kink or find it sexual, but I don't and I only plan to post or interact with SFW content!
If anyone finds any of my posts inappropriate or "kinky" then please let me know, so I can choose whether to edit or delete them!
if you want, maybe send another ask but with an emoji as a sort of "name" so that I know when it's you who's chatting with me, if you want to stay anonymous? Only if you want though!
I would absolutely love a cute Lee!Minho..he is my bias and always the Ler but I think him being all grumpy and the maknaes Jeongin and Seungmin coming to cheer him up because he always tickles them when they are in a bad mood would be so cute!
Wait I can't remember if you asked to be tagged or not I think my cold is actually getting to my brain but um oh well GET TAGGED
"...hyung?"
The two youngest members peeked around the door to Minho's room, taking in the sight before them. The curtains were drawn haphazardly, letting in a small beam of sunlight but otherwise keeping the room in darkness. The floor was a mess, plushies that were usually arranged with care on the bed now strewn all over the floor.
A lump of blankets on the mattress twitched at their call, but the owner of the room didn't emerge.
"What?" The second oldest grumbled, his voice scratchy. Seungmin and Jeongin frowned, glancing at each other. It sounded like he'd been crying.
"Channie hyung said to tell you that dinner will be ready in half an hour." Innie said quietly, his usual confidence dwindling at the sight of his hyung so...down?
"...'m not hungry." Minho huffed, finally throwing the blankets off his head. His hair was all fluffy and messed up, which would usually be adorable if it weren't for his red eyes, puffy cheeks and frustrated expression.
The vocalists almost flinched at how annoyed he looked, before they realised that he wasn't upset at them - the messy room said enough. He had clearly gotten frustrated while trying to clean, and that piled on top of waking up late this morning, the coffee machine breaking, and being scolded by a step-in vocal coach seemed to be the breaking point for the kitten.
Seungmin slowly stepped into the room, gesturing for Jeongin to do the same.
"...hyung...are you okay?" The puppy asked softly. Minho clenched his fists, mumbling a sharp "yes", before the tension in his shoulders left and he all but deflated. He sniffled, and that was all it took for the usually stoic second-youngest to sit on the bed and pull him into a tight hug.
Minho struggled for a moment, before slumping into his hold, burying his face in his shoulder.
"...'m sorry. I'm just..." He murmured, geusturing with his hands sharply before sighing heavily. Seungmin hummed, briefly locking eyes with Jeongin, before beginning to rub their hyung's back gently.
"It's okay." He reassured, his hands straying from their path up and down his spine to rest on his sides. Minho's breath hitched, but before he could get away, Minnie's gently pushed him down onto the bed.
"But I think we can repay you for all the times you've cheered us up..."Â
He tugged his shirt just enough to slip his head under, before laying down between Minho's legs and wrapping his arms around his waist tightly. Minho groaned, shoving at the puppy's shoulders, but he was well and truly stuck.
"Wait-"
Seungmin took a deep breath, blowing a raspberry straight onto his bellybutton. Any protests the kitten might have made were lost in his cackles, legs kicking weakly and hands shoving at Minnie's head, trying to dislodge him. The second youngest hummed against the soft skin, the vibrations only making the older boy laugh harder.
"NahaHAHAHA- wAHAhahait!"
While Seungmin littered nibbles and raspberries all over their hyung's torso, making him squeal and giggle and hiccup, Jeongin got to work. He picked up all of the plushies across the floor, setting them down in a neat pile. Then, he opened the curtains and folded the clothes that were heaped on the desk chair. By the time he was finished cleaning, Minho was red faced and teary eyed, Seungmin having focused his raspberries on his lower stomach.
The maknae sat down behind Minho, watching Seungmin finally remove his head from the kitten's shirt, panting for breath. The youngest of the three gently tugged Minho to sit against his chest, wrapping his arms around him loosely and nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck.
"Awh, you look so cute hyungie~ so red and pretty for us, hmm?" He cooed, nibbling at the nape of his neck and making him squeak. Seungmin grabbed his legs, stretching them out a little, before placing his hands on his thighs.
"Any last words?" He teased, but Minho couldn't have said anything coherent if he wanted to, because at that moment they started the attack.
Jeongin's hands dug into his ribs, spidering up and down the bones like there was no tomorrow. One would dig into his armpit while the other darted down to scribble at his stomach, while he nibbled and blew raspberries against his neck.
Seungmin kneaded at his thighs, lightly scratching mean little circles with his nails over the fabric of his sweatpants. Occasionally he would pinch at the junction between his thigh and his hip to see him jerk away.
"Wha- whahahahahy?! Stahahahap!" Minho shrieked, his heels digging into the mattress and arms flailing. Every time he defended one spot, it would get worse in another, leaving him a little disoriented.
But oh, there was a brilliant smile on his face. Childlike giggles and happy squeals filled the air, as he gave up trying to fight back and instead melted against Innie.
The two younger boys softened at the sight, slowing their ruthless attack to gentle scritches and fluttering of fingers so that their poor victim wasn't panting so hard, but still all giggly and cute.
"Do you feel better, hyung?" Seungmin asked, leaning forward to curl up at the older boy's side - a rare but sweet action from the puppy. Minho wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on Jeongin's shoulder as he caught his breath.
"Yehehes...yes, I feel better." He mumbled, glancing around the room and realising...it's clean? He looked at Innie, shock on his face.
"You...you cleaned everything up?" He murmured, his voice a little choked. He'd been so overwhelmed by the tickles at the start that he hadn't even realised when the maknae had given him a helping hand.Â
Jeongin hummed, smiling knowingly and squeezed him tighter.Â
"You were obviously stressed about it." He said, glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Oh, look! It's time for dinner." He said, grinning at Seungmin.
"Channie hyung made your favourite, hyung! Don't say you're still not hungry~" Seungmin teased, before jumping off the bed and flinging the door open.
"Last one there gets the last pick~" He called, and Jeongin quickly scrambled up, a disgruntled "hey!" leaving his lips as he sped off.
Minho chuckled, slowly getting up off the bed and following them out.
"Yah! You two better wait for everyone else!" He called after them, snickering at the muffled argument he could hear.
Turns out he just needed a helping hand.
Thank you again for requesting! And if anyone actually reads this and they so happen to be waiting for a request, sorry for the delay! I'm working on it T~T
It feels kinda evil to post this here since it probably doesn't really affect most people but um I don't really know where else I should so...?? I'm sorry, please feel free to ignore this
I'm so sorry to everyone who's sent requests, I really didn't think so many people would want me to write for them! I'm currently working on one, but I'm struggling to find the motivation to at the moment to be completely honest đ
I don't even really know who this is to, but if you stumble across this then I'm very sorry for the wait! I'm super grateful for the ideas, and I hope you'll forgive me for taking so long!
Mitski but i only know 2 songs so like i need to expand on thatt
(of course there are more gang theres js not enough space)
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Hellooooo can I request lee! Han and ler Hyunjin please đ
and also....
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Hoodie Thief
Lee! Hannie
Ler! Hyunjin
Words: 700
A/N: Thank you for requesting đŠ« Anon!! This is way shorter than I was planning it to be, but I hope you enjoy! <3
Tag "list": @zainozzzzzzz
"Get back here! Jisung!" Hyunjin yelled, almost skidding on the slippery floors as he chased after the quokka. Han squealed, giggling nervously as he quickly ducked under the table.
Hyunjin stormed over, crouching down and reaching to try and grab the younger boy's ankle, but got his hand kicked at.
"Nohoho! Please!" Jisung shrieked, screaming again when the ferret finally managed to grab his foot. He desperately tried to drag himself away by holding on to a table leg, but Hyunjin had a firm grip, and he was ungracefully yanked out from his "hiding spot", into the waiting arms of his captor.
"I knew it! You took my hoodie!" The taller boy exclaimed, standing up and throwing Jisung over his shoulder like he weighed little more than a cushion. The aforementioned item of clothing was indeed what the quokka was wearing; the soft but well-loved blue fabric draped over Jisung's squirming torso. All the members loved that hoodie - it was thick enough to keep you warm, old enough that it was stretched out and faded and baggy, which meant that they all could wear it. It was rare that Hyunjin actually had it in his closet, despite it technically being his.
"I'm sohorry! I wahas cohoHOLD!" Han shrieked, kicking his legs as he was unceremoniously dumped onto the couch, Hyunjin flopping ungracefully on top of him. He groaned, attempting to squirm, but the added weight on his chest just wouldn't budge.
Fingers wormed into his sides, pinching and kneading the soft, squishy skin there. The ferret rested his chin on Jisung's shoulder, his nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"You were cold, hm? Well, I'm sure you can share some of this warmth, then..." He purred, hands slipping under the hoodie to reach bare skin. Hannie squealed, his heels drumming against the cushions.
"ACK! Your hahahahands are sohoho cohoHOLD!" He giggled, ducking his chin and yelping when Hyunjin laughed against his neck. Then those evil fingers were back, digging in to the crooks of his ribs and vibrating in the spot between his chest and armpit, making the poor lee howl.
"NoHOHOHO!"
"Yehehes~" Jinnie mocked playfully, nibbling at the junction between his neck and shoulder while his hands finally reached their target. He stuffed his fingers under Hannie's arms, the long digits clawing into his underarms with renewed vigour.
Jisung practically screamed, hips bucking so violently that Hyunjin was almost thrown off, but his body eventually went limp, leaving him to just laugh and laugh and laugh.
"Hmm, I wonder why you weren't wearing a shirt under my hoodie, Hannie? Did you want this? Is that why you stole it in the first place?~" Hyunjin teased, and by the way the younger boy's ears burned, he knew he hit the jackpot. He softened the tickles, just tracing light circles in the sensitive hollows with the tips of his fingers to keep his lee giggly.
"Y'know, I can't get my hands out with your arms down so tightly~ you'll have to lift them a little, baby..." He purred, cooing as the boy immediately did what he asked. He sat up, scooting down to sit on the boys hips.
"Last spot, Jisungie. Where do you want it?" He asked, already knowing exactly what the boy would ask for. He was proven right when the younger shyly lifted the hoodie, exposing his stomach.
"Can you- can you do the...the um..." He mumbled, forming his hand into a claw before quickly hiding his face. Hyunjin cooed, pulling his hands away and lifting them back above his head, gently pressing them against the couch cushions before letting go.
"Of course~ you know how much I love this cute little tummy of yours..." He teased, giggling at how red the quokka's face had become. He formed his hand into a claw, wiggling his fingers before quickly lowering it over his belly button. Jisung immediately started cackling, arching his back only to slam it back down again. But not once did he complain.
When Hyunjin finally let up, he made sure to give Hannie plenty of cuddles and wrap them both up in a blanket. The members came home to find them both curled up on the couch, snoring softly as a movie played quietly in the background. And if Minho snapped a few pictures of them both...well. It was just for blackmail, of course.
In reality, this is exactly what he wanted from the start. But none of us are really that surprised, now are we?
Hi! I only really recently came back to this community and your fics were the first ones I saw and I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your writing style and your fics are amazing âșïž
Oh my gosh this actually made my day! I'll (maybe) be the first to say; welcome back! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and other people's fics too <3
Your pfp is adorable by the way, I love cats!!! :3
A/N: Finally, the long awaited part 2! To be honest, this is completely rushed and I absolutely hate it, but I NEEDED to just get the second part out there. I'll warn you, I had to introduce like 4 people so it's really poorly written and it was probably not an appropriate moment for tckls, but it was getting WAY to long. I made you guys wait forever for a less than mediocre result, so I'm sorry about that :(
Word count: 2K
"What's going on here?"
The evil claws tormenting him stopped abruptly, but before he could catch his breath, a large figure was in front of them. Everyone went quiet, even Jeongin, who seemed to love being bratty to his hyungs.
Seungmin took a few breaths from his air tank - thank goodness he chose to use one with so much oxygen - to recover from the...attack, before looking at the new person in front of him.
He had a large silver tail with various scars and nicks in the scales, with powerful fins. The tail was followed by a large chest, with huge, muscular arms, and a model-worthy face topped off with black hair. If a harsh glare that looked about ready to kill wasn't being sent his way, Seungmin might have been flustered.
"Innie, Lix, Jisungie. What's going on? Why have you got a human?" The man asked, glancing at the other three, before re-focusing on Seungmin.
"Chan-hyung! He's harmless, I promise! Isn't he cute?" Jeongin cooed, nuzzling his cheek against Seungmin's hair.
"Humans aren't harmless, Innie. He could have hurt you." The new guy said firmly, though his gaze softened a little as he looked at the younger merman.
"He's right, Iyen-ah~ what would we do if our sweet little maknae got hurt?" Another voice crooned, and another -Â how many of them are there?! -Â merman swam forward. Seungmin hadn't even noticed the three others behind "Chan". Goodness.
Cat-like eyes met Seungmin's, a playful yet dangerous smirk on the face they belonged to. And gosh, how were all these men so gorgeous? This guy had a deep green tail, with a few golden yellow accents at the fins and base of the scaled appendage. His hair was light brown, and he wore a rope necklace with a fishing hook on it.
A single clawed finger tilted Seungmin's head up, the top lightly scratching under his chin. His usual pride practically evaporated, replaced by...fear. He was truly, completely, wholly out of his depth.
"Awh, what a cutie~" The new guy purred, leaning in closer. His lips brushed against the shell of Seungmin's ear, hands resting on his shoulders.
"I'll have fun breaking you~" He whispered. Seungmin swallowed, feeling himself tremble a little. Were they actually going to kill him? It felt like his brain was just catching up to the situation. Although these men were ethereal and mesmerising, they were completely unpredictable. He has no clue what their morals, mannerisms, customs, or...diets...are.
Before he could get completely lost in his thoughts, the green-tailed man was pulled back by Chan. His expression was a harsh frown, but not directed at Seungmin this time.
"Yah, Minho! Stop that." He said firmly, and "Minho" hummed but backed off.
"Why are you here, human? What do you want from us?" Chan asked. All of them - including a very muscular man with a deep purple tail, and a long-haired man with a gorgeous red tail - looked at Seungmin expectantly.
Want from them? Want from them? He doesn't want anything from them! In fact, what do they want from him? He was just minding his own business, when Jeongin grabbed him! This is bad. Very very very bad.
His struggles renewed, panic quickly setting in. Despite him usually being very composed and not getting ruffled very easily, this was far too much for him.
His breathing picked up, his legs kicking out more vigorously than before. Jeongin grunted, struggling to keep hold of him, so the muscular man with the purple tail swam forward to grab him. This just made him panic more, accidentally spitting out his mouthpiece which only made things worse.
"Hey-" Jeongin exclaimed, but Chan cut him off.
"He can't breathe. Let's take him to the surface, so he can actually answer us." He said.
"Changbin?" He continued, gesturing upwards. The man with the purple tail - Changbin - who was now attempting to keep hold of Seungmin nodded, flicking his tail and bringing them both to the surface, where Seungmin's boat was. The rest of the mermen followed them.
As soon as they were above the surface, the diver gasped, coughing up seawater. Changbin gently pushed him on to the deck, and he panted, leaning against the side of the boat. Five of the others popped up above the surface, and he yelped as the red tailed man leaned over the side of the boat, right where he was sat. He looked up, almost headbutting the guy.
"Hi~" The man giggled, only to get tugged back down into the water by Minho with a squawk.
Seungmin finally caught his breath, and looked around at all of them. He was still panicking but at least he could breathe now.
"Please, I don't want anything from you- I promise I don't want anything, I'm not here for anything, I didn't even know you existed, I-" He rambled, his voice cracking pitifully. He felt his eyes sting, and before he knew it, tears were rolling down his cheeks.
"Please don't hurt me..." He mumbled, flinching back when Felix pushed himself up on the boat and leaned over, his hand outstretched. The diver curled up in the corner, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Nonono, don't cry! We won't hurt you, right Channie-hyung? Hyunjinnie? Minho-hyung?" He said, looking at the mentioned men pointedly.
Chan sighed, swimming forward and propping himself up next to Felix.
"He's right. We just have to be cautious around humans. But, to be fair, Jeonginnie was the first to approach you, so...we can't really blame you. I'm sorry for scaring you." He said, his stern expression softening at the sight of the younger boy's tears.
"Why don't we head to that beach over there so we can have a proper conversation?" Jisung suggested, pointing to a small island nearby. Seungmin nodded, rubbing away his tears harshly.
"Fine." He mumbled, standing up shakily and pointedly ignoring the multiple hands that shot out to stable him when he stumbled a little. Why are they so...touchy? He hadn't had contact with anyone in forever, so this is...strange.
He drove his boat to the island, docking it and tying it to a rock that was jutting out. He quickly got his wetsuit off, slipping on his shorts and t-shirt and drying his hair off with a towel. The others were already lounging on the beach, some of the younger boys playing around and splashing eachother in the shallow water, while Chan, Minho and Changbin were watching him. He swallowed, getting off his boat and walking over to them.
He yelped as someone grabbed his ankles, dragging him into the water. He spluttered, flailing a little before he was quickly captured in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry for scaring you. I promise we weren't going to hurt you." Jeongin mumbled, nuzzling his face against Seungmin's hair.
"I- It's fine." He said quietly, huffing when someone else pressed against his back, their arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Why are you- I'm not even- huh?" He muttered, feeling himself tear up again. Gods, has it been thatlong since he's been hugged by someone?
"Hey, don't cry again!" The red tailed man - presumeably Hyunjin - cooed, cupping his face in his hands and carefully wiping his tears away. Seungmin flushed in shame, squirming out of their much gentler hold.
"Why are you all being nice? You don't even know me! I thought you hated me!" He protested.
"Hate you? No! We've been watching you for a while, and you've only ever treated the ocean and its inhabitants with respect and care. Why would we hate you? In fact, I've wanted to talk to you for a while. I just...went about it in the wrong way." Jeongin explained, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck at the last part, careful of his long nails. Oh, right. The evil nails. He forgot about the part where they started...tickling him.
"Awh, he's blushing!" Minho purred, though his expression was a lot more playful this time.
"Maybe we should cheer him up, hm?~" He continued.
"That's not necessary!" Seungmin stammered, the quick change in mood almost giving him whiplash.
"Good idea, Minho-hyung!" Changbin exclaimed, quickly grabbing Seungmin and holding his arms up, gently laying him down with his upper half on the sand and lower half in the water.
The others all crowded around him, Chan by his head, Felix and Jisung by his sides, Hyunjin perched on his thighs, Jeongin by his legs and Minho by his feet, under the water. He was stuck. Oh dear lord.
"No- what are you doing?" He asked nervously, tugging at his arms and kicking his feet. He choked on a gasp when a single claw dragged from the heel of his left foot to his toes, almost in warning.
"Cheering you up, of course!" Chan exclaimed, grinning down at the diver widely, dimples on full display. Seungmin would find it cute if he wasn't so distracted.
"Now. What's your name?" The oldest continued, raking his nails through the human's hair.
"...Seungmin." He mumbled, shivering at the feeling of his hair being played with. Gods, everything they do is so affectionate, it's almost sickening.
"Awww! Cutie~ you ready, Seungminnie?" Felix cooed, hovering his hands over his underarms only to immediately lower them, digging his thumbs into the sensitive muscle. Seungmin shrieked, dissolving into sweet giggles straight away.
"Nohohoho! I'm nahahahat reheheheheady!" He pleaded, squealing when he felt more nails scribbling at his stomach. He bucked his hips, but the culprit - Jisung - didn't budge.
Thankfully, the others held off, but it was still so good bad. He thrashed, throwing his head back only for Chan to scribble over his neck and collarbones, making him snort and shake his head.
"Wahahahait! Nahahaha-" He giggled, feeling Felix and Jisung stop and move away only for Hyunjin to smirk evilly at him.
"Oh~ he's so adorable. I just want to eat you up!" He crooned, clawing at his hips and leaning down to nibble gently at his ribs. Seungmin went wild.
"NAHAHAHA- *hiccup* STAHAHAHAP!" He shrieked, sweet giggles stretching his lips into a wide smile that earned adoring coos from the others.
Once again, the torment stopped fairly quickly, only to start again on his lower half. Jeongin and Minho were under water, so he couldn't even see anything. So unfair!
Someone kneaded at his inner thighs, making him kick out, but his feet were quickly put in a headlock and nails raked up and down his soles. He screamed, hiding his face in his arm and kicking out desperately. It tickles. So badly.Â
"Okay, okay! Give him a break." Chan called, and the attack stopped, the other two emerging from the water. He took deep breaths, still giggling quietly.
"Sorry, was that too far?" Minho asked, unusually concerned. Seungmin blushed, squirming in place anxiously.
"Uh...no, it's...okay..." He mumbled.
"Maybe just...gentler?" He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. Everyone "awwed".
"He looks like a puppy!" Changbin cooed, brushing some hair out of Seungmin's face.
"Don't worry, Minnie~ we'll be more gentle this time." Jisung said, and suddenly the hands were back on him, but much softer.
Nails lightly dragged up and down his sides and along the insides of his arms, occasionally dipping in to his armpits and swirling around the hollow. They traced the column of his throat, gently scritching just under his ears and making his shoulders scrunch. One nail circled his belly button, and another hand clawed lightly at his lower stomach.
It was almost worse than the rough tickles. Goosebumps spread all over his body, every touch making him shiver and giggle.Â
This went on for some time, just gentle, playful touches that made Seungmin almost sleepy. He felt surprisingly...safe, despite the certainly odd situation he was in.
Eventually, they all stopped, instead flopping on top of him in some sort of cuddle pile. Jisung and Felix clung to his left and right sides, respectively, and Chan was laying behind Felix, spooning the younger boy. Hyunjin rested his head in his lap, Changbin hugging the long haired boy and nuzzling against his neck. And finally, Minho was laying between his legs, Jeongin cuddled up on his lap.
He felt so warm and cozy...so safe...
When soft snores filled the air around them, all the mers smiled fondly. It seems like they wore their little human out.
Oh well. There'll be plenty more time to play at another point.
[Notes: HAII @supersleepydreams, youâre my squealing santa this year!!! ahhh i love the pretty pink yuri, sorry this came late i was super busy with studying cuz i have mock exams rn ;-;;;]
Pairing: Ler!Yae, Lee!Kokomi (Romantic)
Word count: 600~
Summary: Kokomi is curious about the culture of kitsunes, and she visits the only person, or kitsune, she knows who could fulfil her curiosities. Little did she know, Yae Mikoâs way of teaching might be a little more âticklishâ than she thought.
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âM-mistress Yae Miko⊠Letâs keep this professional, please?â Kokomi flinched as the Head Shrine Maiden stepped closer, her fingers wiggling in front of Kokomi as she slowly approached the Priestess.
Kokomi felt her blood rush into her head, the butterflies in her stomach only grew with each step Yae Miko took towards her.
She took a few steps back, hoping to maintain a distance between her and the approaching fox-lady. She took another few steps back, until her back hit the wall of the shrineâs meeting room.
The devilish grin on Yae Mikoâs face only grew widerâŠ
-------- A few moments earlier --------
âIâm honoured to have this meeting with you, Mistress Yae Miko.â Kokomi spoke. Her tone was professional and masterly, honed by the years of experience being the priestess of Watatsumi Island.
She had decided to seek Yae Miko to learn more about the cultures of kitsunes. A meeting was quickly organised between the two. A few days had passed since her request for a meeting, and now she found herself visiting the Grand Narukami Shrine, sitting in a well-decorated room across from the pink-haired shrine maiden.
The room had a comfortable atmosphere; the tatami mats underneath were warm to the touch, in contrast to the colder climate outside.
Kokomi had her hands placed on her knees âAs I have said before, I would like to learn more about the modern Kitsune culture local to Inazuma.â she started. âSince the both the sakoku and the vision hunt decree have halted, I believe it would be of my interest to learn more of Inazumaâs traditions.â
âWellâŠâ Yae Miko started, bringing her finger to her chin as she ponders, a smirk appears on her face, âFirstly, I think itâs well known that kitsunes are rather⊠playfulâ
Kokomi felt her stomach drop at the tease. She nodded, hinting to Yae Miko to continue. âAnd when kitsunes are in a rather playful mood, they tend to do⊠thisâ
Yae Mikoâs fingers were currently scribbling all around the soft skin of Kokomiâs exposed stomach, occasionally dipping her fingernails into her navel, earning her a high-pitched squeak from the hydro user.
âAwww, isnât this adorable?â Yae Miko cooed out from on top of Kokomi, who was currently pinned under the shrine maiden on the floor. âThe well-respected priestess of Watatsumi Island is, in fact, ticklish!â
The tickling was driving Kokomi to melt into a puddle of laughter, and the baby talk from Miko wasnât helping. The blush on her face grew pinker, almost matching the light shade of pink of her hair.
âNahahahHAHa!â Laughter poured out of Kokomiâs mouth. Her arms flaied around, like a fish out of water.
Miko immediately grabbed one of her hands, pulling them up and over her head, giving Miko full access to her torso. She wasted no time greedily digging into her most ticklish spots.Â
Snorts and squeals escaped Kokomi as she felt Mikoâs devilish fingers scratch around her ribs. She used her other hand and swatted at Miko as an attempt to fight back from the tickles. âWahaHAHAHAiT! Ihihi- *hiccup* Itâs soHOhooh tihihIHicklish!â
âMy, my, I had no idea, miss Sanganomiya! I just thought you found me hilariously humorous!â Miko teased. Kokomi whined through her laughter in response to the sarcasm.
Small sparks of electro energy left Mikoâs long-nailed fingers, the ticklish sensation from it drove Kokomi to hysterical cackles, to which the smirk on Yae Mikoâs face grew.
okay so like I've never really ranted on here but I feel like I need to tell this to people who get it
recently I had a few friends round my house (one of them being someone I like đ«Ł) to play board games and we're all friends but they've known each other for a whiiiile
and like
my crush (it feels so weird to say that on here oh gosh) starts like lightly kicking the other guy with his foot because the other guy was trying to cheat
and the other guy started freaking TICKLING him
and I was just sat there like đ trying not to look or try too hard not to look or just combust from how adorable his laugh is
Sana I have a fic idea if you or any of ur fic writing friends wanna write it. If not no pressure at all. Itâs Lee! Leeknow and Ler!In. Basically IN gets revenge on leeknow at the hotel after the concert because Lino flashed his abs and stays saw. đ€
The stage lights pulsed like a heartbeat, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the sea of screaming fans. Jeongin's smile was genuine, his energy still buzzing from the performance, sweat glistening on his forehead under the arena's heat.
Everything had been normal. But of course the group had a resident stray cat to cause mischief.
From behind, without warning, a pair of mischievous hands slipped under the hem of his shirt. Jeongin froze for a split second, his brain registering the cool air on his skin before the roar of the fans drowned out his gasp.
The crowd erupted into chaos, cheers and screams amplifying into a deafening wave. Cameras flashed like lightning, capturing the moment that would undoubtedly go viral within minutes.
Jeongin's face burned, a mix of shock and embarrassment flooding his cheeks as he yanked his shirt back down, spinning around to face his hyung.
That fucking brat. Jeongin was gonna get him so good.
Minho's eyes sparkled with that signature devilish glee, his lips curled into a smirk that screamed victory. He didn't even try to look apologetic; if anything, he reveled in it, dodging Jeongin's half-hearted swat with a graceful leap backward, his laughter barely audible over the music still thumping in the background. "What?? Just showing off our maknae's hard work!!"
Innie played it off masterfully, forcing a laugh, high-fiving Minho when he finally 'caught' him in a loose hug that hid his gritted teeth.
The hotel wasn't farâa short van ride through the city lights, then up to their shared floor. The others would be exhausted, crashing into their rooms for much-needed rest after the grueling concert. But not Minho. No, Jeongin would make sure of that.
Minho had already peeled off his stage outfit, down to a loose tank top and soft sweatpants, hair still damp from the quick shower heâd taken the second they got in.
He face-planted onto the bed with a long, dramatic groan, arms splayed out like heâd been defeated by gravity itself. Exhaustion radiated off him in waves; the concert had been brutal, three hours of non-stop movement, and Minho had given everything.
Jeongin let the silence stretch just long enough for Minho to sink deeper into the mattress, muscles loosening, guard dropping.
âYouâre stiff, hyung,â Jeongin said softly, voice deceptively gentle. âLet me work on your back. Youâll sleep better.â
Minho made a muffled sound into the pillowâsomething between agreement and indifference. He was too tired to argue, too tired to question why the maknae was suddenly offering a massage. He just shifted slightly to give Jeongin space, cheek pressed into the cool sheets, eyes already fluttering shut.
Jeongin climbed onto the bed carefully, knees bracketing Minhoâs hips. He settled his weight just so, his palms starting at Minhoâs shoulders, warm and firm, kneading slow circles into the tight knots left by hours of choreography.
Minho exhaled, long and slow, tension melting under the touch. Jeongin kept it soothing for a full minuteâmaybe twoâthumbs pressing along the spine, fingers working the trapezius with practiced care. Minho was melting under his hands, after all.
Good. Let him relax. Let him think this was innocent.
Then, gradually, almost imperceptibly, Jeonginâs hands began to drift. The strokes lengthened, sliding outward from the center of Minhoâs back toward the sensitive stretch of his sides.
Another pass. Lower this time. Jeonginâs fingertips brushed the curve of Minhoâs ribs through the thin fabric, feather-light now instead of firm.
Minho twitched. "D-Don't do that." He swatted lazily at Jeongin's wrists from his spot on the pillow.
Jeongin hummed, pretending not to hear the warning. His fingers danced againâdeliberate this timeâcurling just under the hem of the tank top to skim bare skin.
Minhoâs second attempt to grab him was faster, more insistent, but Jeongin was ready. In one smooth motion he gathered both of Minhoâs wrists, pulling them up the bed with surprising strength.
Minhoâs eyes snapped open then, a flicker of confusion turning to alarm as Jeongin folded his arms behind his back, bending them at the elbows and pressing the wrists firmly between Minhoâs own shoulder blades.
The position pinned him perfectlyâface down, chest pressed into the mattress, arms immobilized in a hold that looked almost gentle but was anything but escapable.
Jeongin leaned down, lips brushing the shell of Minhoâs ear. âRemember the stage, hyung? When you decided to show everyone my abs?â
Minhoâs breath hitched. âJeongin, donât you fuhuhuhuhucking dahahare!!â He shrieked as Jeongin teased at his neck. "It was juhuhust a joke!! WAIT!!"
Jeongin didnât wait. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to the exposed side of Minhoâs ribcage, just below the pinned arm, and blew a loud, wet raspberry right against the skin.
At the same time, his free hand slipped under Minhoâs pinned arm and attacked the hollow of his armpitâfingers clawing in quick, relentless scribbles that went straight for the most defenseless spot.
Minho was officially dead. Deceased. Gone. Nothing in the world could have prepared him for how bad that tickled.
The scream was immediate, raw, muffled only slightly by the pillow he buried his face into. His whole body bucked, legs kicking uselessly against the sheets, but Jeonginâs weight kept him locked in place. Another raspberry followedâlonger, more viciousâvibrating straight into the sensitive dip between two ribs.
"FUHUHUHUHUCKING NOHOOHOHOHO!!" Minho cackled, legs bicycling, ears already a pretty shade of merlot.
He thrashed as much as the hold allowed, hips twisting, shoulders straining against his own pinned wrists, face turning red from both lack of oxygen and pure overwhelming sensation. Tears were already gathering at the corners of his squeezed-shut eyes, his voice cracking on every word he tried to force out.
"Nah, you need to learn not to underestimate the maknae, hyungie~"
Before Minho could even form a coherent responseâhis mouth opening in a weak protest that dissolved into residual gigglesâJeongin moved.
With a swift, effortless flip, he rolled Minho onto his back, the older boy's body pliant from exhaustion and the relentless assault. Minho blinked up at him, dazed, but alarm flickered back to life as Jeongin straddled his waist, knees locking him in place like a vice.
Minho stammered, but Jeongin was already manhandling him, yanking his wrists up to his upper chest and pinning them there with one strong hand. The tank top rode up in the process, bunching under Minho's chin, exposing the smooth expanse of his tummy and ribs to the cool hotel air.
Minho's eyes widened in horror, his free legs kicking out in a desperate bid for leverage, but Jeongin just leaned his weight forward, rendering any escape attempt utterly futile.
Innie leaned down, eyes sparkling with the undeniable need to see his hyung losing his mind beneath his tickles.
Minho shook his head frantically, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips. "Jeongihihihin plehehease nohoho more!! I'm sorâ"
The words cut off into a shriek as Jeongin nuzzled right into the center of his tummy, nose burrowing into the soft skin just above his navel. It was intimate, almost affectionate, but the sensation ignited every nerve ending like fire.
"Tickles, doesn't it?~" Jeongin teased, his voice muffled against the skin. Then he nibbled gentle at first, teeth grazing the sensitive dips between absâand Minho absolutely lost it.
"NOHOHOHOâINNIE STOHOHOPâTHAHAHAT'S SO BAHAHADâFUHUHUCK!!" Minho's head flew back, eyes squeezed shut in humiliation; he was being so damn loud.
Jeongin hummed contentedly, ignoring the pleas as he blew a fat, vibrating raspberry right into the hollow of Minho's belly button. Minho's scream pitched into something almost operatic, his entire frame convulsing as if trying to fold in on itself.
"JEONGIHIHIHIN OH GOHOHOD PLEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHERCY!! IHIHIHILL DIE ILL DIE IHIHIHIM SERIOUS!!" Minho babbled.
But mercy was the last thing on Jeongin's mind. He gravitated upward, lips and teeth trailing a path toward Minho's sides, the spot that always reduced him to a squealing wreck. Minho sensed it coming.
His hysteria spiking with anticipation, body wiggling like crazy in a futile attempt to twist away. His sides were stupidly ticklish and just the thought of Jeongin getting there made him go shrill, voice cracking into desperate, high-pitched giggles even before contact. Cute.
"Awhhh, hyung~~" Jeongin drawled, pausing to blow a teasing puff of air over the curve of Minho's lower ribs. "You're already losing it? I haven't even touched your sides yet. How bad is it gonna be when I do??"
Minho wailed, the taunt hitting him like a punch. "DOHOHON'TâDOHOHON'T SAHAHAY THAHAHATâINNIE NOHOHOâYOU CAHAHAHAN'Tâ"
He dissolved into frantic giggles, the teasing words alone sending phantom tickles racing across his skin. Holy fuck, he was dyingâabsolutely dying.
Jeongin's phone, tossed carelessly on the nightstand, began pinging insistentlyâtext after text lighting up the screen. No doubt from the other members: Chan checking if everything was okay, Hyunjin complaining about the noise, Felix laughing emojis galore. The sounds carried through the thin hotel walls, Minho's cackles echoing like a siren. Jeongin glanced at it with a smirk, not missing a beat.
But Jeongin was relentless, getting closer and closer, his nibbles teasing the very brink of Minho's sideâbrushing the edge, pulling back, blowing a raspberry just millimeters away.
Minho went absolutely fucking crazy with the buildup, his giggles turning into shrill, frantic laughs that bordered on manic cackles. He bucked and twisted, tears streaming down his face, face so red and flushed and embarrassed.
"Awhhh, poor Minho-hyung," Jeongin cooed again, lips hovering right over the spot. "Can't take a little teasing?~ What happens if I...?"
And then he struckâdiving in with a barrage of nibbles and raspberries straight into the hollow of Minho's side, teeth and lips working in tandem to exploit every inch of that cursed, ticklish flesh.
Jeongin paused just to laugh, his phone flicking to voice recording, the group chat open. Minho was too hysterical to even notice.
Innie targeted the lower curve first, where Minho's side dipped into his hip, lips sealing around the spot and blowing hard enough to make a ridiculous sputtering sound that contrasted sharply with Minho's ear-piercing shrieks.
Then he'd switch to the other side, nibbling upward in a slow, torturous path, teeth lightly scraping the ribs before diving back down. "Awhhh, hyung, your sides are so fun," Jeongin murmured against the flushed skin, his free hand joining in to scribble lightly along the opposite flank, fingers dancing like spiders on a web. "Look how red you're gettingâdoes it tickle that bad?~"
âIHIHIHIM SOHOHORRYâSO FUHUHUCKING SORRY!! IHIHILL NEHEHEVER DO IT AGAHAHAIN!! INNIE IâLL DO ANYTHIHIHINGâANYTHIHIHING!!â Minho howled, absolutely vibrating on the spot as Jeongin kissed and nibbled and blew raspberries to his heart's desire.
âAwhhh, look at that,â he cooed, pausing just long enough to let Minho suck in one wheezing breath. âEveryoneâs hearing you lose it. Bet theyâre all wondering what Iâm doing to make the great Lee Know scream like this.â
He dug two thumbs into those sides and ribs and vibrated, sending Minho squealing underneath him again. He decided 1:43 seconds was enough audio, let go of the button and the recording sent.
Minho's eyes widened in absolute horror. "Youhu dihihidn't."
"Oh I absolutely did~" Jeongin snarked back. "Now I have my revenge." He angled the phone towards Minho, letting the older scan the messages on the screen:
Chan
what in the actual hell is happening in room 1427
minho are you alive
Felix
awhhhhh poor lino hyungie~
look how red he got!!
his ears are literally glowing
Jisung
REPLAYING IT ON LOOP
the way he went âMERCY MERCY MEHEHERCYâ
iâm crying actual tears
also jeongin where did you learn to pin like that??? teach me
Seungmin
saved to my private folder titled âblackmail materialâ
thank you for your service, other maknae đ«Ą
Changbin
WOAH new pin position unlocked? i'm keeping this one.
Hyunjin
group tickle ambush scheduled for next dorm movie night
weâll trap him on the beanbag
no mercy
see you then hyung <3
Minho groaned. He was so dead. Especially the next morning, when he had to sit in breakfast in front of everyone, face flaming red at the knowing smirks he got from every direction.
In progress! I'm sorry it's taking so long, but to be completely honest, I've been struggling to figure out how to continue the story. I LOVE the idea of it, but I'm finding it difficult since I have to introduce all of the other members, AND with it being a semi "hostile" situation, it's hard to get to the main purpose of the story while still keeping it short. I've got a rough draft which I'm not completely happy with, but I think I'll just end up posting that despite it being WAY too rushed.
Anyways, sorry again for the wait
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