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Tickles (DaiHaru)

Fandom: Fugou Keiji Balance Unlimited Characters: Daisuke Kambe | Haru Kato Lee!Haru Ler!Daisuke Summary: Haru is in a bad mood, and Daisuke wants to solve the problem. Guided by logic, statistics, and his artificial butler, he puts into practice an unconventional method to relieve his boyfriend's stress, with surprisingly effective results. [Read also on Ao3]

(The art doesn´t belong to me, I found it on Pinterest)

Haru sank further into the sofa, crossing his arms and letting out a heavy sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire Modern Crimes Department. His feet were resting on Daisuke's lap, who was trying to read a report, but his boyfriend's grumpy expression caught his attention more than anything else in that document.

The apartment was silent, except for the TV which was showing some generic police show that Haru insisted on watching to relax, which, in Daisuke's opinion, made absolutely no sense.

Daisuke blinked, studying his face. "Haru? Your expression indicates 87% irritation and 13% tiredness" He said, with the naturalness of someone simply citing market data.

"Huh?" Haru turned his face away grumpily. "You don't need analysis and percentages to realize that, Daisuke. I'm just tired"

Daisuke hesitated. He wasn't good with this sort of thing. Emotional problems didn't come with an instruction manual. But, luckily, he had a butler who came. So, he discreetly touched the small device attached to his ear. "HEUSC, suggestions on how to help Haru relax?"

The answer came without delay, with the same impeccable politeness as always.

"Certainly, Mr. Daisuke. Based on behavioral research and common patterns of intimacy between couples, an effective suggestion would be to apply light tactile stimuli, known as tickling. It's a recreational activity, low-risk, and potentially beneficial for the partner's mood."

Daisuke blinked. Twice. "Tickles?"

"Exactly, Sir."

"Is that scientific?"

"There are several studies—"

"Okay, okay, enough. I don't want to hear academic papers about tickling"

But the idea lingered. He looked at Haru again. The messy hair, the furrowed brow, and that "I want to be left alone" posture, exactly the kind of posture that, in Daisuke's peculiar mind, seemed like an invitation for intervention. He noticed something else: Haru's feet were right there, conveniently exposed and comfortably resting in his lap.

Haru noticed his gaze and furrowed his brow further. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm mentally analyzing a possibility"

"That's never good..."

Without saying anything more, Daisuke put the report aside and, with the indecent calm of someone about to commit a crime, gently slid his finger along the sole of Haru's foot. And the result was immediate.

"H-Hey!" Haru almost kicked him, grabbing the cushion beside him. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Testing a hypothesis," He replied, completely calm, while repeating the movement. "HEUSC said this might improve your mood"

"A-Are you following your robot butler's advice on how to deal with me?"

"He's a highly reliable system"

"Daisuke!"

Daisuke did it again, this time using more fingers, exploring the entire sole of his foot. Haru squirmed and bit his lip to keep from laughing, but failed miserably when a sound escaped. "Nghh! S-Stohohohohohop it!"

"Your resistance is admirable, Haru" Daisuke observed with a slight smile. "But statistically useless"

"I'm going to kill you...!" Haru tried to pull his legs back, but Daisuke held them gently, without hurting him, just enough to prevent his escape.

"Your expression has changed" He commented, satisfied. "You seem less tense"

"That's because you're torturing me, you lunatic millionaire!" Haru retorted, half laughing, half indignant.

Daisuke tilted his head. "Torturing? I'd say it's just an experimental therapeutic intervention"

"T-That's not therapy! It's-no, no! Not there! Hahahahahahahahaha!" A quick attack on his toes elicited a genuine laugh from Haru, loud, spontaneous, and completely involuntary. Daisuke watched him with an expression that was almost gentle, as if he were watching a rare sunset.

When Haru finally managed to pull his feet back, panting and flushed, he threw a pillow at Daisuke. "You... you're unbearable!"

"But your mood has improved" Daisuke observed. "HEUSC was right"

Haru covered his face with his hands, still smiling. "I can't believe I'm dating this"

Daisuke simply approached, leaning in to touch his shoulder. "Haru, if you're tired, I can spend the rest of the night taking care of you"

Haru looked away, still blushing. "Just don't try to tickle me again"

"No promises" Daisuke replied, with that provocative and unreadable smile.

Haru sighed, but this time, without any bad mood, hugging the pillow again as if it were an anti-Kambe shield.

Daisuke, for his part, seemed too thoughtful. Which was never a good sign.

Haru quickly noticed the analytical gaze fixed on him. "What is it now?" He asked, suspiciously. "Why are you looking at me like I'm an experiment?"

"Haru," Daisuke said calmly, crossing his hands in his lap. "The intervention's effectiveness exceeded expectations"

"Intervention... Daisuke, speak like a normal person, please"

"The tickling worked"

"I noticed!" Haru protested. "And it's not going to happen again. I'm not a laughter laboratory for you to test on"

Daisuke frowned slightly, as if he'd heard a challenge, not a refusal. "HEUSC," He called, this time without even trying to disguise it. "Are there other points on the human body with a high probability of generating similar reactions?"

"Certainly, Mr. Daisuke. Neck, armpits, ribs, stomach, waist, thighs, knees, tend to be especially sensitive—"

"Enough!" Haru interrupted, covering his ears. "Don't finish! Don't give him ideas, HEUSC!"

"As you wish, Sir Haru."

Daisuke touched his chin, clearly processing the information nonetheless.

Haru's eyes widened. "Daisuke... no"

"I'm just considering," He said with an almost offensive serenity. "the therapeutic potential"

"No...!"

"Haru, you smiled. That's important"

The silence that followed was short, broken by an almost imperceptible movement of Daisuke leaning to the side, bringing his hand closer to Haru's waist.

Haru's eyes widened. "D-Don't even think about it!" He said, trying to move away.

Daisuke not only thought it, but acted on it. With the precision of an expert, he leaned in and dragged two fingers along Haru's waist, pressing lightly, just a test, as he would say.

The result was instantaneous. Haru squirmed, trying to push the hand away while laughing involuntarily. "Hahahahahaha! No!"

Daisuke observed with satisfaction. "Interesting. Faster reaction than on the feet"

"This isn't a report, it's my body!"

Haru tried to stand up, but Daisuke followed him with devilish calm, sliding his hand to his ribs, another point on the list he clearly memorized.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Daisuke, please—!"

"The emotional response is quite intense" He commented, while Haru practically threw himself back on the sofa to escape. "I didn't imagine you were so sensitive"

"YOU ARE UNBEARABLE!"

Daisuke smiled, a rare, almost childlike smile, he couldn't deny he was enjoying teasing his boyfriend. "That's debatable"

He slid his hand down Haru's waist again, but Haru, desperate, grabbed his wrist, laughing, panting, red from his forehead to his neck. "Enough, enoughahahahaha! I give up!" Haru pleaded. "I'll fall off the couch if you keep going!"

Daisuke finally stopped, leaning back with an indecent elegance for someone who had just committed a tickle attack.

Haru leaned back on the couch, catching his breath, throwing the pillow over his face to hide his embarrassment. "I can't believe it" He muttered. "You actually heard the HEUSC!"

"It worked again" Daisuke said, satisfied. "The irritation rate on your face decreased by 63%"

Haru sighed loudly, pulling the pillow down just enough to look Daisuke in a death glare. "You're not going to repeat that!"

Daisuke raised an eyebrow. "Promising that would be... statistically improbable"

"DAISUKE!"

He smiled, that slight, small smile, almost impossible to see, but which always appeared only for Haru. "But, if you want, I can simply stay here, without any more tests"

Haru took a deep breath, finally letting out a tired smile. "That's fine"

Daisuke approached, putting his arm around Haru's shoulder. Haru leaned in, still suspicious, still alert.

"And... thank you.." Haru murmured, almost inaudibly.

Daisuke turned his face away. "No need to thank me"

"Yes, I need it. Because in your strange way you tried to help me"

Daisuke hesitated. "If it was useful, I can continue searching for effective methods"

Haru opened one eye alertly again. "Just avoid the 'effective methods' for today, okay?"

Daisuke gave a small nod. "That's all for today"

Haru narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to regret this, right?"

"Yes, the probability is very high"

[wertzunge]

The Price of Curiosity

A/N: I did these two last year as well and once again I found the perfects setting for them, if I may say so. Number 15 - Guilty Pleasure - of @vqler's Tickletober prompt list of 2025 ft. Haru and Daisuke from Fugou Keiji Balance Unlimited.

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The soft rustle of Egyptian cotton sheets stirred beneath him when Haru opened his eyes. He blinked against the golden haze of late morning light filtering through sheer, embroidered curtains. His limbs felt oddly heavy, warm, and sluggish, as though sleep still lingered in his muscles. When he tried to shift, he realized his arms wouldn’t move freely.

His brows furrowed as he tugged his wrists experimentally, only to hear the quiet clink of metal meeting wood. His hands were bound. Soft, expensive cuffs, no doubt - leather, from the feel of them - fastened to the headboard of the king-sized bed he was lying in. A hotel bed, judging by the lush surroundings and the faint hum of city life outside the window.

“What the-” Haru muttered, blinking faster now. “You’re finally awake.” The deep, velvety voice brought his head whipping to the side. There, sitting at the edge of the bed like he had all the time in the world, sat Daisuke Kambe.

His raven hair was neatly brushed behind his ears, suit immaculate even here, lounging at a luxury suite with a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Haru’s stomach twisted - not with fear, but with the kind of flutter that came from having no fucking idea what this man had planned.

“What the hell is this?” he snapped, jerking at the cuffs again. “Untie me Daisuke, right now!” “Mm, no,” the other replied casually, as if they were discussing coffee preferences. “You see Haru… there’s something I’ve always wanted to try on you.” Haru narrowed his eyes. “If this is some kind of joke-”

“It’s not a joke,” Daisuke interrupted smoothly, sliding a little closer on the bed, his gaze trailing down Haru’s still fully-clothed body. “It’s an indulgence. A fascination. Let’s call it a… ‘research experiment’ if that helps you relax.” “I’m not some rich-boy science doll!” “Oh, but you are, right now.”

Without warning, the ravenhead reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it. The fabric fell away slowly, one button at a time. Haru’s skin prickled in response to the exposure, the cool air contrasting with the lingering heat under the covers. “What are you doing?” Haru growled. Daisuke didn’t look up as his fingers worked.

“I’ve always had a bit of a… tickle kink. The sound of laughter, especially when it’s pulled from someone unwillingly - it’s fascinating. Irrational. Pure. And you, Haru, you’ve always been so… rigid. Defiant even. I couldn’t resist wondering how you’d react.” Haru scoffed, a flush creeping into his cheeks. “Y-You want to tickle me?! You’re crazy.”

“Possibly, but I’m very good at getting what I want.” By the time Daisuke finished, Haru’s shirt was completely open, draped back against the mattress to reveal his toned torso. Haru’s chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, not from fear, but from growing anticipation.

He should be resisting. He should be barking at Daisuke to untie him. Instead, he lay there, staring into those smug blue-grey eyes, half-furious, half-curious. What exactly had he gotten himself into? “Since you’re awake now, let’s get started.” Daisuke reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a small bottle of translucent golden oil. Haru’s heart skipped.

“D-Don’t you dare-” Too late - Cool oil drizzled onto his chest, a thin trail rolling down the line between his pectorals. Haru sucked in a breath, the sensation prickling at his nerves. Daisuke set the bottle down and began to rub it in - slowly and deliberately. His palms glided over Haru’s skin, making tight circles, smoothing over muscle and bone with expert precision.

Haru twitched and immediately let out a stifled laugh. “Oh, you’re already responsive,” Daisuke purred, thumbs pressing in under Haru’s ribs, sliding in slow friction that left the skin tingling. “Interesting…” “Y-You’re siHihick,” Haru grunted through gritted teeth, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Perhaps,” Daisuke whispered, “but I’m thorough.”

His hands slid downward, spreading the oil evenly, taking time to massage it into Haru’s stomach, up to his ribs, and just under his arms where the skin was terribly sensitive. The brunette jolted when his fingers slid into the hollows beneath his arms and a burst of genuine laughter tore free from his mouth. “AhHAha! D-DaHahisuke! Dammit!”

He pulled on his cuffs again. “Oh, I like that. Let’s see how far this goes.” Daisuke adjusted his position, straddling Haru’s thighs now, hands pressing firmly into his sides. He began to squeeze into them, alternating from quick jabs to slow, agonizing kneads. Haru’s body writhed beneath him, chest bouncing with breathy laughter. “Pffftft- FfuHuhuck oHooff!”

His fingers twitched in their restraints, but he didn’t fight as hard as he could have. In fact, Haru’s mind was racing with something else entirely: This is humiliating, but… it doesn’t feel bad. In fact… I kind of… like this? That internal admission was quickly muffled when Daisuke dipped a finger into the little hollow of his belly button, making him bark out a laugh.

“Nohoho! Daisuke! FuHUhuck, y-you jerk!” “Now, now,” Daisuke said, voice positively melting with amusement, “this is research. You're doing surprisingly well.” He then reached down and retrieved a delicate black feather from a small case. Haru’s eyes widened. “Oh no. No way!” Where did he even pull out those things?

The feather slid along his chest in slow, trailing patterns, one time even dangerously close to one of his nipples, earning a soft moan from him. Daisuke danced it along Haru’s ribs, up over his underarms, and back down to swirl around his belly button. Haru was fully breathless now, giggling helplessly, toes curling tight into the bed.

“Stohohop! You… You freHeak!” “You’re the one moaning like you’re enjoying this,” Daisuke teased, flicking the feather inside Haru’s navel with a devilish grin. “And this,” he murmured, leaning close to his face, “is only the beginning.” His eyes dropped briefly then, setting on Haru’s legs. There, framed by black slacks rumpled just below the knees, were his feet.

His socks were dark and slightly damp, clinging tightly to the shape of his soles. The way his toes curled suggested he was already bracing for what was coming. “Oh?” Daisuke’s eyes gleamed with delight. “What’s this? Getting nervous now?” He ran a finger along Haru’s socked arch and watched his entire body jolt.

“DoHohn’t!” Haru barked, voice suddenly laced with more panic. Daisuke only grinned wider. His eyes sparkled with barely restrained anticipation as he sat back on his heels, hovering just above Haru’s legs. His gloved fingertips ghosted along the bottom of one socked sole, light enough to make Haru’s ankle twitch involuntarily.

“You seemed pretty confident up until now,” Daisuke mused, a teasing lilt in his voice as he pressed his fingers more firmly into the arch of Haru’s foot, just enough to draw out a small gasp. “But this…? This tells me everything I need to know.” “S-ShuHut up,” Haru gritted, cheeks already flushed pink. “It’s just a reflex, okay? Don’t read into it.”

“Oh no,” Daisuke replied, giving a slow, dramatic shake of his head, “I’ve done a lot of reading. It’s no use to try to hide it… Well, let’s see how your body handles the next one.” His thumbs pressed into the balls of Haru’s feet, socked fabric giving way slightly beneath the gentle pressure.

He rubbed in slow, firm circles, not quite tickling yet, but enough to make the other squirm - hips shifting side to side on the mattress, arms straining ever so slightly in their cuffs. The movement wrinkled the socks across his feet, forming soft creases that Daisuke eyed with curiosity. He began tracing the edge of the sock seam with a single finger.

“You know,” he murmured, “I really like the way these feel. Slightly damp, clingy… It’s like they’re holding onto all that nervous energy for you.” He gave a few experimental strokes across the middle of Haru’s sole with all five fingers. The reaction was instant. “Ghh! Daisuke!” Haru barked, trying to pull his legs up but failing thanks to the position.

“Quit it! I swear-” The threat dissolved into laughter when Daisuke began to scribble his fingers all over the socked soles again. He alternated between fast, chaotic tickles and slow, strategic pressure against the arches and under the toes. Haru’s heels thudded lightly against the mattress, back arching.

“Haha DAISUKE! Ngh- You’re so- so dead when I get out of these things!” “I’d be more convinced if your toes weren’t curling so hard into the sheets,” Daisuke said, voice smooth as silk, fingers now spidering across both feet in a fluid dance. He lingered at the base of Haru’s toes, each stroke sending a fresh burst of helpless laughter spilling out of the blonde.

Every twitch, every squeak, every strangled chuckle was music to Daisuke’s ears. Haru’s socked soles were slightly damp now and the soft heat of them only made the ravenhead more intrigued. “Time to get more… intimate,” he murmured. “No. No! Fuck! P-Plehease! Don’t you-”

But Haru’s protests were cut short as Daisuke hooked a single finger under the cuff of one sock and slooowly peeled it down. The cotton clung to the ball of his foot for a moment, resisting, before finally sliding free with a soft whisper. His bare foot was revealed - smooth, lightly flushed, and twitching nervously once it was fully revealed.

Daisuke repeated the same ritual with the other sock, dragging the process out just to watch Haru’s growing panic. Once both feet were bare, the ravenhead sat back to admire them. His gloved hands hovered above them with reverence. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said softly.

“Pervert,” Haru hissed between breaths, trying to suppress the anticipation burning under his skin. Daisuke just smiled and placed both hands gently against Haru’s bare soles, and then… he attacked. His fingers skittered wildly, tracing up the arches, over the balls of the feet, dancing under the toes - every inch was fair game.

Haru howled in protest, his voice raw with laughter, legs kicking under the weight of the raven-haired man sitting over them. “DAISUKE! YOU BASTARD! AHHahaha! Nohohoho!!” The tickling was already bad enough, but the fact that he was still wearing his silk-like gloves, made the sensation even worse.

“I think I just found your real weakness,” Daisuke purred, fingers now digging into the base of Haru’s toes with merciless precision. “You try so hard to act unshakable Haru. But here you are, giggling like a schoolboy.” “S-Shuhuhut up!” the other whined.

Daisuke leaned forward, smirking against the curve of Haru’s ankle as his fingers scribbled right into the center of both arches. Haru’s hips bucked violently, a strange, unfiltered noise escaping his throat - something between a laugh and a moan, well closer to latter one. “Oh?” Daisuke paused just long enough to look up. “What was that?”

Haru’s head whipped to the side, face flushed scarlet, eyes wide with embarrassment. He said nothing but his chest heaved with every desperate breath. Daisuke narrowed his eyes, as though reading something deeper between the lines of Haru’s silence. Then he glanced down - his smile widening.

“Interesting…” he murmured, “looks like someone’s enjoying this even more than I thought.” Haru followed his gaze… and froze. There was something happening beneath the waistband of his slacks - something undeniable. His legs clamped together instinctively, but it was too late. Daisuke grinned, utterly delighted.

“Well, well… and here I thought this was all for my pleasure.” He trailed one finger down Haru’s shin, stopping just above the ankle, eyes flickering up to meet Haru’s with a mischievous glint. “Looks like the real fun is just getting started.”

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[estelle-skully]

Guys do we like this,,,,,,

yk what I’ve been drawing a lot of human/humanoid characters lately even though I’m used to drawing anthro characters, so ngl people are getting annoying to draw BUT! I’m personally very happy w this :3 it isn’t perfect but at least they’re recognizable

[eightball-chronicles]

Giggles and Pancakes

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haiiii i wrote this at the family function in my silly lil corner bc i love daisuke <3 quipped this up super quick so its not super proofread but i glanced over it ,,,, perchance ... hope yall enjoy ^-^

also written on phone but posted on my puter ,,, if it looks weird then thats my b

lee!reader, ler!daisuke (romantic / established relationship)

tw / cw : tks, silly behaviors, idk tbh i fear this is pretty safe

word count : 1414 under the cut

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The soft sizzling of melting butter filled the air as you sifted it through the surface of the pan. Once evenly spread, you grabbed a spoonful of the pancake batter, chocolate chips adorning the mixture. You let it fall with a soft 'thump' and carefully shaped it to look more rotund. Sighing quietly, your mind drifted to your boyfriend; he should be waking up around this time. You had hoped to be done with breakfast before then, but him joining you while you cooked sounded just as nice. 

And that's exactly what happened. The creaky door of your shared bedroom opened, followed by the soft thudding of Daisuke's socked feet. You quickly turned your head to meet his sleepy gaze, a soft smile gracing your face as he tiredly made his way to you. He wore a loose-fitting white tank top, contrasted by his brightly colored reindeer sweatpants. He had bought matching pairs for you two, insisting they be worn to "get into the holly jolly spirit!" You turned your attention to the food cooking in front of you, picking up the spatula as Daisuke wrapped his arms around your middle. His chin found your shoulder as you flipped the pancake, hearing him yawn next to your ear before you spoke: "Good morning, sleepyhead." 

You earned a mumbled 'g'morning baby' and a sloppy peck to your jaw. One hand moved the spatula again, lightly pressing the fluffy cake down while the other reached up to rub his cheek. Daisuke purred at the touch, pressing himself closer against your back. The both of you soaked up the tenderness of the moment for a minute longer until he spoke up: "Smells so good, are those chocolate chips?" 

Reaching in the bag to grab one, you nodded with a hum and held it to his mouth. He accepted with a small noise of appreciation, watching as you scooped up the now ready pancake and placed it with the other finished ones. His eyes followed your every move from on your shoulder; scrapping the inside of the bowl to make the last cake, gingerly cleaning up its shape, and going to grab another chocolate chip and bring it towards his mouth. He opened up again, only for you to steer away at the last minute and pop the treat in your own mouth. 

He gasped in mock offense, making you giggle and pinch his cheek. Daisuke let out a small squawk, shaking his head to dislodge your hand. "Cut that out, gimme one!" He practically whined. You only giggled more in response, jokingly letting out a 'nuh uh!' as you stuck your tongue out at him. Grumbling dramatically, his grip on your waist tightening slightly through his mini tantrum. You flinched slightly at the change of pressure, stiffly moving to flip the pancake as you hoped Daisuke wouldn't notice. 

Oh, how wrong you were. Daisuke quirked his eyebrow at your body's sudden rigidness, worried he might have squeezed you too tight. "Oops, sorry love." He loosened his hold on you, quickly rubbing your sides as a way to soothe any injury he may have brought. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for you to tense up more than before, this time sharply inhaling as your grip on the spatula visibly tightened. Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment, until you felt your Daisuke grin against your cheek. "Daisuke. Daisuke no." 

"Daisuke yes~" He sung out, quickly poking your torso. His grip on your body tightened more as he did so, preventing you from wriggling away. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop any noise, feeling another poke to your other side. "D-dahaisuke the-the food! Dohon't do this!" Said boy let out an exaggerated hum in thought while ever so slowly drumming his fingers on your waist as he did so. It took you inhuman levels of self control to keep a squeal from slipping out. "Don't do what exactly, hm?" You could practically hear the smile on his face; he knew what he was doing. 

All you could do in whine in protest: "C'mohon, y-you know what!" He let out yet another dramatic hum as his fingers picked up their pace. Your hand flew over your mouth, clamping it shut as giggles threatened to slip out at any second. Daisuke took notice of this, grinning harder than ever before. "Go on, doll, tell me what I shouldn't do." He halted his hands briefly, allowing you a chance to speak. You let out a shaky breath, putting down the spatula directly before Daisuke pinched your hip. A yelp escaped your lips before you could even register it. Your mouth answered his question before your brain could even process what he was scheming. "Tickle me, damnit!" 

...Oh. 

You didn't have time to realize that you had fallen for Daisuke's trap, not when all 10 of his fingers instantly dug into your sides, your hands flew down, grabbing his wrists as you let out a scream before dissolving into a fit of laughter. You felt his chest rumble against your back as he laughed as well. "Aww, see? That wasn't so hard to say now, was it? It's so much better to use our words, isn't it?" His teasing was almost as insufferable as his fingers plucking at your waist, setting every nerve ablaze with tickly sensations. Your legs began to tremble as you subconsciously leaned into Daisuke for support. "Dahahai-Daisuke! The pancahahake ihis g-gonna buhurn!" you managed to chirp out, now fully slumped onto his chest. 

Daisuke reached with one hand to move the pan to a different stove top, turning off the one in use in the process. "No worries, gigglebug!" He resumed his tickly onslaught as he placed a quick kiss to the side of your neck. The feeling made you squeak, slamming your hand on your mouth once more while the other remained grabbing his arm. You heard him hum, the vibrations from it sent a chill throughout your back. He inhaled loudly, before peppering kisses onto your neck; his lips featherlight against your skin. You let out a sharp squeal before melting into a puddle of soft snorts and giggles. Daisuke smiled against your skin, the kissing not stopping as his hands moved higher to scratch at your ribs.  

You screeched, head thrown back on his shoulder. You slammed your arms against your torso, accidentally trapping his hands to nip and poke at your sensitive bones. Daisuke's lip continued attacking as well; kissing up and down your neck, even occasionally blowing on your ear just to get an extra yelp from you. "SHIHIHIHIT DAISUKE! Daisuke, plehehehease! Not theheheHERE-" 

He only chuckled onto your neck, placing a quick smooch on your earlobe before grabbing onto your hips; he turned you a full 180 degrees to face him. You were then met with a goofy grin as he stared at your flushed face. Daisuke watched as you gasped for air, your own silly smile still present as you glared at him through your hair. It wasn't as intimidating as you had hoped, though. Not with your pink cheeks and the "scowl" you tried to express. 

He removed a hand from your hips to boop your nose, giggling at the scrunch he received from it. You swatted his hand away, grumbling as you turned your head to the side. Avoiding his gaze was your only goal; the situation was embarrassing enough as it is, you didn't need his eye contact to further fluster you.  

Daisuke pulled your hips closer to him, his other hand finding your cheek as he gently guided you to face him again. You reluctantly let him move your head, meeting his gaze once more. He offered you a smile, less cheeky now and more lovingly. You smiled back, placing a quick peck to his lips before turning back around to tend to the now cooked pancakes.  

"Alright, alright. Go on and set the table for me, will you hun? It's the least you could do after nearly killing me." Daisuke let out a 'pfft' at your remark, giving your hip a light pat before walking off to the dining room. You watched him grab and place the napkins next to each other, humming a cute tune as he did so. You grinned before opening the maple syrup, joining him in his hum while popping off its lid. 

Neither of you could imagine a better way to start off Christmas day. 

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this was so fun to write ,, had to pause a few times bc i was giggling to myself AA i love him

hope yall super enjoyed what you celebrated today / this season !!!! :3 muahs to all of you muahmuahmuah

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[sometimesthingsgowrongokayy]

mk i know that some people wont wanna hear this but

mouthwashing tickle hcs

like 99% of this is daisuke soooo..

also very all over the place, not organized AT ALL cause i was just spewing whatever came to mind. also some swearing

DAISUKE

Lee!

-oh lordy

-yall already know what this is gonna be about

-so i may be slightly obsessed with this man.

-one of my favorite hcs for him is that he has a very slightly pudgy stomach. like he’s fit and athletic and all that, but he just has a lil bit of squishy fluff right down there at his stomach that he cant get rid of no matter how much he tries

-and yall already know where i’m going with this stomach thing. gghrgggrhr he cannot HANDLE it

-he’s so ticklish. like hilariously ticklish. even in scenarios where stuff shouldn’t tickle he’s all giggly.

-such a giggler. all over the place in pitch, from high to low to squeaky to wheezy its literally everything under the sun

-his whole laugh is just so chaotic. snorts, hiccups, squeaks, squawks, guffaws, huffs, all of it. the whole shebang

-he absolutely gets lee moods, and when he does he either ignores them out of denial or kind of just spends time Closer to people.

-he isn’t the type to provoke people into tickling him through being annoying, he already feels like a mess-up and he wouldn’t wanna bother anyone

-so punishment tickles for him just make him feel like he’s done something wrong.

-but praise tickles? when you give him nice fluttery soft tickles for doing a job well done while showering him with compliments? congratulations, you’ve murdered daisuke

-sensitive to everything, too. rough tickles, soft tickles, pokes, flutters, kisses, pinches, everything. he likes lighter stuff though, it makes him feel all fluttery and happy and butterflies in his stomach and aushdurhfh.

-im so torn on whether or not he’d be a shy lee

-cause scenario one, he’s an absolute adorable blushy mess and falling over his own feet even when the Word is mentioned. and when you tickle him his legs are kicking out of pure joy as he hides his face with anything available and just Squeals

-but then scenario two, he’s absolutely fearless, just thinks its fun and playful and is all barky and squirmy when tickled. i think this is closer to canon, where he wouldn’t be as embarrassed by it unless it was accompanied by affection-showering

-i’m so sorry, i have to bring it back around to- his STOMACH this man is so weak to tummy tickles and tummy rubs and- gghrhgr.

-i think his other spots are sides, ribs, armpits, thighs, knees, scalp, and feet but for some reason only when he has socks on

-his knees are awful for no reason. if you do that thing where you make like the spider motion on his knee he jumps across the damn room, and a single charley horse has him on the ground in tears. not actually but you get what im saying

-oh and hips

-i think he’s the type of guy to be really squeeze-sensitive on any bony areas and really feather-sensitive on any squishy areas.

-so ribs, hips, knees, thighs, you’ll get him by squeezing

-but stomach, sides, feet, neck, you’ll get him by soft stuff like fluttering

-SO not immune to pokes and tases. oh tases get this boy so bad

-if you can sneak up behind him and tase him he will jump so hard his head hits the ceiling

-versus if you grab his hips from behind and squeeze them he folds in half like a lawn chair, legs flying up and torso flying down. its kinda the only spot that gets him to do this though, anywhere else and he just crumples to the floor

-i think his ears are sensitive

-and his arms, and his ankles, and his fingers, and his hands, and the tops of his feet, and his calves, and-

-yeah im sorry theres not a single spot he’s not ticklish

-even the bridge of his nose

-his face is ticklish in general. im sorry there is truly nowhere this boy is not sensitive

-absolutely a squirmer and a thrasher if you catch him by surprise or get him really good

-but soft tickles and he’s just flinching and squirming and curling into himself cause he’s flustered by how *good* it feels

-okay i need to shut up Now

Ler!

-so playful and sweet

-absolutely wrecks you, but he’s playful and sweet about it

-another very skilled tickler that doesn’t realize his power(can you tell i have a favorite troupe?)

-definitely enjoys tickle fights

-he’s the type of guy to just randomly bring tickles into a play fight or play wrestle

-also just generally the type of guy to tickle his friends

-i think he’s very switchy

-such a playful little ler

-definitely a tease.

-100000% laughs along with his lee. you never know if he’s laughing at you or with you, though. either way it’s playful and he would never actually make fun of you

-usually more rough with his tickles unless he’s closer to you. tbh, giving someone really tender soft tickles just.. puts him in a lee mood..

-im sorry i have way fewer ler hcs than i do lee hcs

ANYA

Lee!

-i don’t think she’s really all that sensitive tbh

-she can get kinda giggly if you get her hands, back, neck, ears, wrists, etc.. but not many other places

-also not one to laugh very hard. it’s just difficult to get her going

-if you’re really close with her, like really really close, she’ll let loose a little, let herself actually giggle instead of just snicker

-i don’t think she’s necessarily shy, just.. straight up not ticklish

Ler!

-she’s a bit more of a ler than a lee because of her sensitivity

-one thing i love about the mouthwashing fandom is.. they just randomly all collectively decided that anya has long nails

-and i agree with this wholeheartedly.

-she would be a very gentle ler, afraid of making her lee uncomfortable

-even if you’re very close she’d really only go for a minute or so before hesitating

-so sweet and gentle. makes sure you have water and so so good about knowing when to stop

-she’s so worried its almost flustering

-“is this too much? are you sure?” “oh, i’m sorry, was that a bad spot?” “am i doing okay? sorry, i don’t do this often”

-etc etc etc

-overall very sweet about it and doesn’t really tickle people unless she knows they like it. be that through them telling her or her sussing it out on her own

-oh yeah just don’t let her tickle you during or after a heated board game

-all that gentle stuff? out the window. claws all over you, absolutely TEARING you apart

-thats the only time she truly wrecked daisuke- he laughed at her losing and she TACKLED him

-“oh i’ll give you something to laugh about you little piece of-“

-they had to peel her off of him

-he thought about it for the next month and has been very antsy on game nights since

-she uses this to her advantage, btw. if he’s doing too well in a game all she has to do is poke his side and whoops, she’s winning again. whether that’s from his fear of getting wrecked again and letting her win or just his pure distraction from thinking about tickles, we will never know

CURLY

-okay okay listen. muscular people are SCIENTIFICALLY more ticklish.

-its proven. (whats the opposite of debunked)bunked. absolutely known.

-very loud boisterous deep belly laughter

-ribsss.. thighsss..

-i don’t have too many thoughts on him tbh but i do think he’s more of a ler

-big dad energy tbh. i feel like nobody talks about this. but pre-crash he’s very dad-like

JIMMY

-ok ok i know fuck jimmy we all hate jimmy

-but im gonna give it to the man and at least hc a tiny bit for him even though he’s an ass

-ribs. thats really my only thing

-ribs and other bony areas

-lers more than he lees, but then again kinda never does either. people are too grossed out by him and hes too grossed out by people

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LOOK AT WHAT I FOUNDDD

(Credit to @imxzikill_ on TikTok)

ANYA AND DAISUKE ARE LIKE SO AKSNEOKEME /pos

[moonsoaked-tickles]

Daisuke pokes Swansea in the sides while he works to annoy him. I can't be persuaded.

THIS IS VERY TRUE YES

He'll do shit and then act like he isn't doing anything when Swansea turns around to reprimand him and Daisuke thinks it's the funniest shit ever