Summary: It's spooky season, and Todoroki is in a particularly bad ler mood. Thankfully, Bakugou knows exactly how to help him out.
A/N: struggled with a title for this one for eons but I had to do it! Love me some TodoBaku - and the classic cop/prisoner costumes fit them so well! I'd had the idea of Baku catching Todo trying to take his ler mood out on a pillow for quite a while, but when I landed on this prompt for Tickleween it all fell into place. Hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun with this one. 🥰
Word Count: 2018
Warning: Light, consensual bondage
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This was a bad one. One of the worst he’d ever had.
Todoroki paced back and forth in his dorm room, wearing a path into the carpet. His heart was racing, his mind consumed with images of it, the desperate need to do something about it. His fingers twitched. If he didn’t get this out of his system soon, he knew the next person unlucky enough to cross his path would pay the price for it – assuming they were one of the pre-consenting ones, of course.
He blamed Halloween for this. His dormmates had taken to watching scary movies every night recently, and the screams he could hear coming from the living room combined with the laughter that followed was, well…it was certainly not helping things.
Todoroki groaned, clenching his fists and grinding the heels of his palms into his temples before all but leaping for his bed, grabbing his pillow and plunging his fingers into it in desperation.
It wasn’t the same, of course – it could never be the same as making contact with sensitive skin, feeling those first twitches of resistance, hearing the first bubbling giggles. But he had to do something; he was going to lose his mind otherwise.
Not enough. It wasn’t enough. Todoroki lunged for his phone, shakily pulled up the secret YouTube playlist he’d curated for himself, and hit play on the first video, turning up the volume and shoving it under the pillow.
Hearing that kind of laughter – even if he wasn’t the one causing it – eased some of the ache. He scratched and swirled and dug into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut, letting his mind wander. He was so consumed by it all he was deaf and blind to the rest of the world around him.
Finally, after several minutes, Todoroki reached under the pillow to turn the sound down to mute again, blushing furiously at himself.
He was such a mess.
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The next evening, Todoroki knocked on his boyfriend’s door, intending to collect him for the Halloween party happening in the community area of their dorm. He’d already passed a few costumes – a witch here, a werewolf there, Deku as All Might of course – but he still felt a bit silly in his police uniform. It was only because it was one half of the couples costume he was sharing with Bakugou, and Bakugou wasn’t with him yet.
“Come in,” the blonde called now, and then as Todoroki entered, “close the door behind you, I’m not entirely decent.”
The half-and-half boy blushed, but did as he was asked and shut the door after he was fully in the room. He glanced around, his gaze falling on his partner, who lay splayed enticingly on the bed, the top half of his prisoner’s jumpsuit unbuttoned almost to the waist, the boots that finished the look sitting at the foot of the bed.
Todoroki’s eyes took in the bare chest, the bare feet, and he swallowed. “Um. T-The party will be starting soon…are you almost ready?”
“Almost.” Bakugou smirked lazily. “You just gonna stand there gawking or come over here?”
Todoroki didn’t usually feel temperature like everyone else did, but right now the heat of his blush on his cheeks and ears was hard to ignore. He gave a shy smile. “If we linger for too long, we’re going to be late.”
“That would be a shame.” The blonde got to his feet, and for a moment Todoroki felt a strange disappointment in his chest, until his boyfriend began to slowly saunter toward him in…that kind of a way.
He swallowed again. “Yeah, it would,” he said quietly, not meaning a single word.
Bakugou took his time, but once he’d reached his boyfriend, he wasted no time grabbing him by the belt and pulling him in close, kissing him with a fervor that surprised the other boy. Never one to complain about affection, however, the half-and-half hero cupped his face and kissed him back, enjoying the moment while it lasted.
A minute later, flushed and breathless, Bakugou pulled back just enough to lean his forehead into Todoroki’s. “You know, Shoto, I’ve been rather naughty~”
Holy shit. Todoroki’s heartrate spiked. He fought to keep a straight face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” The blonde grabbed his wrists, gently guiding his hands not to his waist or neck as he expected, but to his lower ribcage. Todoroki tensed, now fighting off a different kind of reaction. “I think you’d better punish me for it.”
Was it hot in here? Could Todoroki be hot? He struggled to catch his breath for a moment, fighting every ounce of desire in him to not immediately do what he very much wanted to do. Bakugou was trying to be sexy, and all he could think about was that?
“W-What…um…” The peppermint boy stammered, and Bakugou smirked at him. “What…have you done?”
The blonde lowered his voice. “I’ve been spying on you.”
“You…huh?”
Arms wrapped around his neck, leaving Bakugou even more vulnerable now than he’d been a second before. Todoroki still hadn’t moved his hands.
“I saw you yesterday,” his boyfriend murmured teasingly. “Trying to tickle a pillow, of all things. It must be a bad one, huh?”
He started to pull away, but Bakugou refused to let him out of their circle. “Too bad there isn’t someone you could take some of that energy out on. Someone who’s been bad recently, who deserves to get their shit wrecked? A prisoner, perhaps?”
This was actually happening. Todoroki sucked in a breath of air, trying to keep his heart calm. He was dizzy with surprise and desire. “Katsuki, I…”
“Unless…” Bakugou tilted his head so he could lean in to whisper in his ear. “You don’t think you could tickle me into submission? It would definitely be a challenge. I can see why you wouldn’t take it—”
He crumbled. In an instant his fingers were digging in, hard, and he was pushing Bakugou right back to the bed he’d just vacated, drinking in his partner’s shout of laughter and the way he curled in on himself like he was dying of thirst and had just found a well.
Bakugou was on his back, and Todoroki was above him, and Bakugou was grinning, laughing, and Todoroki couldn’t help but go for one of his worst spots right off the bat, and…
Something caught his eye. Movement on his belt. Without thinking, he snatched the cheap handcuffs off his costume and grabbed one of the blonde’s wrists—
And then he came back to himself. He realized what he was doing, what he was about to do, and a wave of uncertainty crashed into him. He glanced at Bakugou. “Katsuki—”
“You think those will help you? Bah,” the blonde growled, fully in character now, smirking defiantly. “You’ll never break me, Shoto.”
And that was the last straw. In an instant Todoroki had the cuffs around his partner’s wrists, keeping his arms secure above him while he used both hands to finally, finally, plunge his tickling fingers into real flesh and bone, drawing out real squirming, real laughter.
“Gahahahehehehehehehehehe! Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuck!” Bakugou squealed, giggling and wriggling adorably, making Todoroki’s heart race even faster. God damn if he didn’t love the hell out of that laugh in particular. Being allowed to draw it out like this was what he considered one of the best gifts he’d ever been given.
He allowed himself a minute to just indulge, just draw out the initial burst of reactions, before he remembered that they were in costume, and Bakugou was already in character. Well…why not play along a little?
“So, you were spying on me?” Todoroki asked, trying his best to sound disapproving.
“Yeheheheheheheah! Whahahahahahat of it?”
“Exactly what did you see, and how long were you there without my knowing?”
“Lihihihihihihihike I’d tehehehehehehell you anythihihihihihing!”
Oh, so it was like that. Todoroki grinned, settling himself on his boyfriend’s hips, pulling open the fabric of his prisoner’s jumpsuit to sneak his fingers inside and scratch along bare skin. Bakugou tried to flail, but could hardly move for the weight on top of him and his arms bound above him. “You sure about that?”
“Fihihihihihihihine, fine! I wahahahahahahahas coming to gehehehehehehet you for something ehehehehehehelse, and you dihihihihihihidn’t answer the doohohohohohohoor – fuck!” The blonde squealed and cackled for a few seconds when Todoroki got to his bottom ribs. “I sahahahahahaw you tihihihihihickling your pillow with a lahahahahahahaugh track or sohohohohohohomething playing and leheheheheheheheft you alohohohohohohone!”
Laugh track. Todoroki’s insecurity got the better of him. He slowed his tickling a bit, hesitating. “You…you heard the…?”
“Come on, don’t be like that,” Bakugou interrupted before he could get lost in his thoughts. “I already know you’re into this kind of thing, so it wasn’t a shock. And I don’t think it’s weird. It was cute. I almost took a video. I didn’t! But I almost did.” He smirked again. “That’s when I knew you could use someone to help you through the worst of it, and, well…we’re already dressed for the part, aren’t we?”
Todoroki swept his gaze over his blushing, smiling boyfriend, took in the moment for what it was, and leaned down to kiss him. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too, Shoto,” Bakugou replied, then tugged purposefully at the handcuffs to bring them back to the matter at hand. “Now wreck me into next week so we can go to that party.”
That’s when Todoroki felt himself smirking back, already tickling again, already drawing out helpless, growly giggles again. “But Katsuki…I thought you wanted me to punish you~”
Several minutes later, Bakugou was a screaming, laughing, begging mess, struggling and kicking uselessly under his boyfriend’s onslaught, his jumpsuit having been opened even further for Todoroki to reach up to his armpits and stay there, tickling mercilessly, their faces only inches apart with the one on top enjoying every bit of the show up close.
“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUCKING SHIT, SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOTO!! ENOUGH ALREHEHEHEHEHEHEADY!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”
Todoroki just smiled at him, leaning down to brush their noses together briefly. “Oh, I’m sure you can. Do it for me, Katsuki? Hmm?”
Bakugou wailed, clearly approaching his limit. His cheeks were red, and mirthful tears were brimming in his eyes. “AHAHAHAHAHAHANYWHERE!!”
Todoroki darted down to the space between his armpits and upper ribs, digging in with ruthless and practiced precision, and when Bakugou opened his mouth to scream, he closed his own over top of him to muffle his cries of hysterical laughter. His boyfriend bucked and thrashed beneath him, and the peppermint boy soaked it all in, letting it fill him up to fully satisfy the terrible ler mood he’d been in for a while now.
Just then, there was a pounding on their door. Todoroki froze, sitting up, and Bakugou took the opportunity to gasp for breath as Kaminari called from outside, “Food’s here, whenever you two lovebirds want to join the fun!”
Before Todoroki could formulate a response, Bakugou barked, “Fuck off, you damn extra! We’re busy!”
“Katsuski!” Todoroki hissed, even as he heard Kaminari cackle and move away from the door. He shoved his boyfriend’s chest. “He probably thinks we’re—”
“The way you had me screaming just now? He knows damn well what you’re doing to me.” Bakugou was still catching his breath, but he looked cocky nonetheless. “And I have no problem with that. Do you?”
Todoroki considered, then snickered, pulling his hands out of Bakugou’s jumpsuit to pinch up and down his sides playfully. “Not at all. You deserve it, and I like being the only one who can do this to you and get away with it.”
The blonde was instantly sent back into giggles, these ones lighter and breathier than the hard laughing he’d been doing moments before. He pulled uselessly on the cuffs. “Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuck! You’re luhuhuuhuhuhuhucky I lohohohohohove you, you tihihihihihihickle mohohohohohonster!”
“I know,” Todoroki replied, leaning down to kiss him again. “I love you too. And you know, I don’t feel like I’m missing out on any fun out there as long as I’m in here with you~”
Original request (from @majorheelturn): Sneak / “I’m not ticklish” / Baking — Date Everything, Dorian/your choice (my friend & I have a ship with him & Amir but Dorian plays well with EVERYONE 🥰)
Author’s note: Doriaaaan! This was a fun one pairing these characters together! I hope you enjoy Day 5 of Tickletober: Sneak, “I’m not ticklish,” and Baking from August’s Tickletober list, mine and Gladys’ list!, and Nym's Tickleween list!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Dorian, Amir, Betty, (and a cameo of Maggie)
Word count: 1,894
Summary: Dorian doesn’t understand that he needs to relax, but, fortunately, Amir and Betty discovered a new fact about the personification of the door that they can use to ease his usually tense expression.
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It’s hard to do a job when two people are staring holes through you like termites boring through a wooden door—and right now Dorian has two “termites.” of his own. Dorian is unfazed by a lot of things, but it’s impossible for him not to notice Amir and Betty whispering to each other in the corner and glancing at him while he stands his post at the bedroom door.
Dorian grumbles, his patience finally breaking. “How long are you two going to keep staring at me for?” he acknowledges them.
Amir and Betty suddenly stop their quiet conversation, like someone had pushed the pause button on them.
Amir responds first. “I am sorry Dorian, but we could not help but notice how tense you look right now.”
“Yeah, we know it’s part of your position to be on the lookout, but stiff muscles that never get rest can’t be good for you. Why don’t you relax for a little bit?” Betty adds.
“I’m fine, but I appreciate the concern,” is all Dorian says in response.
Amir rolls his eyes. “Yes yes, we know you’re fine, but wouldn’t it be great to smile more? A smile shouldn’t be rare! It should be always shining, as bright as the sun itself reflecting off a mirror!”
Betty responds, “What Amir is trying to say is that you look so tense all the time, so it would be nice to see you smile and loosen up a little more.”
“Exactly!” Amir agrees. “I mean, look at you right now. “Your face is all stiff and serious. It’s a problem we need to address.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dorian replies. “This is how I always look.”
Amir exasperates a sigh. “Here, let me show you what I mean.” Amir goes over to the door, takes Dorian’s arm, and pulls him towards the other side of the bedroom. Dorian grumbles as he’s escorted from his post and positioned in front of the mirror. Within the reflection, he can see himself, Amir standing with him on one side, and Betty moving closer to join him on the other side.
Amir gestures towards the mirror, more specifically the reflection of Dorian’s gruff-looking face. “You see, Dorian? You are too serious!” Amir looks over at his friend, “You see it too, right Betty?”
The pink-haired woman nods. “I do see it. You have to admit, Dorian, it’s great that you’re always standing guard around the house, but sometimes you need to relax too, you know?”
“What’s wrong with the way I look?” Dorian glares, specifically at Amir.
“Nothing! Nothing at all!” Amir answers. “Betty and I just think that a smile would look great on you. That way you won't look so tense anymore, eh?” Amir gives Dorian a playful jab in his side to punctuate his sentence. Surprising, Dorian flinches and sucks in a breath of air. He latches onto Amir’s hand and quickly pulls it away from his side.
“Yeah, I get it,” Dorian releases Amir’s wrist. “But like I said before, I’m fine.”
Amir only half-processes Dorian’s words as he blinks at him; he’s still hung up on the fact that Dorian basically jumped when he jabbed him. At first, Amir thought that he may have just surprised him, but then he realized… Was that a hint of a smile he saw?
Amir and Betty both look at each other. Betty’s look of amusement indicates that she also noticed, and was thinking, the same thing. Amir can’t help but smirk.
“Could it be…?” he finally responds. “Could it be that the stoic Dorian is a little ticklish?”
Dorian rolls his eyes with a grumble. “I’m not ticklish. Simple answer as that. Now, I appreciate you both trying to help, but I have a job to do.” Dorian walks off, then heads downstairs to change his post.
When he leaves, Amir and Betty glance at each other, both of their minds cooking up a scheme.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Betty?” Amir smiles.
Betty returns a smile. “Oh, you bet I am.”
***
“So picture this! A crime has just occurred in a bakery and the criminal has hidden the evidence in a baked good—like a cake, or a pie, or something like that! So my question is this: judging by the facts of the case, what sweet treat would the criminal most likely hide the evidence in?”
Dorian shakes his head at the riddle. He has his arms crossed as he responds to Maggie the magnifying glass’ question.
“So you want to know what type of food item a criminal could get away with using? Why don’t you talk to Mitchell about this?”
“Because this is less about the actual food and more so on the inconspicuous properties of the food!” Maggie clarifies. “If someone came into the house with a bakery item as a gift, what would look the least conspicuous? Hmm, cake? It could be cake…” Maggie thinks out loud.
As she speaks, Maggie sees Amir and Betty peek out and then appear from behind the living room wall. They slowly tip-toe their way towards Dorian.
Dorian notices that Maggie’s eyes briefly glanced at something past him. “I guess I would have to think about that one,” Dorian is about to turn his head around, but Maggie quickly pulls back his attention as she yells out,
“WAIT! I've had an epiphany! What if it’s the flavor of cake that makes it less conspicuous. Hmm, let’s see here… There’s chocolate, strawberry, vanilla…”
Dorian replies, sighing, “Maggie, I don’t think the flavor of cake makes any differ–ENCE!” He yelps in the middle of talking from Amir and Betty sneaking up on him and driving their fingers into his torso. “Gahack!” Dorian coughs out a few giggles as his body slowly reacts to the realization that he’s being tickled.
“What are you dohohoing?” Dorian keeps himself standing in place while he pulls in his limbs a little closer to himself.
“Aha! I knew it! I knew you were ticklish!” Amir exclaims with glee as he drums his fingers along Dorian’s side. “You can’t keep a good secret like that from us!”
“And now that the secret is out, we can see that smile we’ve been wanting to see! The giggles are an added bonus,” Betty mentions as she holds on to one of his arms while her other hand scratches at his ribs.
“I wahahas hoping yohohou would forget!” Dorian starts to squirm a little the more the tickling continues.
“A chance to make our friend smile? We couldn’t forget a thing like that! We even had Maggie help us with a distraction.” Betty smiles in the direction of the magnifying glass, “Thanks Maggie for your help.”
“Hehe, no problem,” Maggie beams.
“Maggie?! Yohohou were in on it toohohohoo?” Dorian wraps his arms around his torso as he can feel in his belly the boiling pot of laughter starting to make an appearance.
“Well, when Amir and Betty came to me with a rumor that you might be ticklish, I just had to see the evidence for myself,” Maggie says. “Now I have, so it looks like this case is open and shut.”
“Do you want to give us a hand, Maggie?” Betty asks. “I bet Dorian has plenty of tickle spots to go around.”
“I do nohohohot!” Dorian protests as his body tries to curl inward on itself, nearly causing him to fall backwards to the floor, but he’s trying to keep somewhat of his stoic image by keeping himself standing.
Amir explores further up his sides. “Lying is not a good look on you, my friend. We’re just going to find out about your so-called ticklish spots eventually,” Amir grins, especially when he sees Dorian tightening his arms to himself when Amir reaches his underarms.
Maggie chuckles. “Thanks for the offer, Betty, but you two have your fun with it.” Maggie is about to leave but she stops herself. “Since you said Dorian flinched when you poked his side, try around there. He must be super ticklish there if he couldn’t contain his reaction just from a poke.”
“Mahahahaggie!” Dorian yells.
“We’re on the case, Maggie!” Amir grins.
“Okay, bye! Have fun you three! Let me know how it goes later!” Maggie speeds out of there before she can get herself in any more trouble with Dorian.
“Mahahahaggie wait!” Dorian calls out to her before he has to quickly shift his attention back to his two attackers that have just been given a major tip. “Dohohon’t you even think–AHA!” Dorian jolts when Amir tests a squeeze right above his hip. When the mirror hones in on the spot, Dorian immediately falls to his knees.
“And down he goes!” Amir cheers and pounces on top of Dorian to knock him onto his stomach. Amir lies sideways across Dorian’s back.
“Amir!” Dorian pushes half of his body up on his arms. “Get off–mehehehe!” Dorian snickers as Amir scribbles into his side again. Dorian wobbles on his arms before completely crashing to the floor and releasing goofy bouts of laughter.
“I’ve got him pinned Betty! Get his other side!” Amir exclaims
“You got it, Amir,” Betty kneels down and skitters her fingers across Dorian’s side and his back, like she was giving him a tickly massage to loosen the ‘down to business’ tension he always has. She also focuses on the spot right above his hips that made him crumble. Dorian bounces with booming belly laughs and slams his fist to the floor. When he makes a singular, higher pitched cackle amidst his continuous stream of “Hahaha”s, Dorian bumps his forehead into the floor, trying to hide away from the sound he just made. He knows it won’t be long before his two friends will make a comment.
“My goodness,” Amir starts, “I’ve heard of squeaky doors before, but a giggly door that squeaks while being tickled? Now that’s a new one.”
Betty chuckles. “I could get used to this new version of Dorian.”
Dorian lifts his head. He shouts to his friends behind him, “Yohohohou gohohot me, ahahalright?! Knohohohock it off!” Dorian manages through his wheezes.
“Oh well, if we must,” Amir teases, but immediately pulls his hands from Dorian. He jumps off his back and sits next to him. Betty takes a seat as well while Dorian picks himself from the floor and leans back on an arm to rest.
Betty sweetly pats his back, careful not to startle him again. Amir laughs.
“Ha ha! We got you!” the mirror rubs it in a little.
Dorian’s chest rises and falls as he speaks, “Yeah, you did. You both performed a well coordinated sneak attack without question. I’ll give you that.”
“Oh good. Then we’ll know what to do next time,” Amir says.
Dorian whips his head in the direction of the mirror. “Next time?”
“Yeah, now we’ll know what to do if you're too tense or not smiling as much,” Betty smiles at him.
Dorian lets out a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair. “Remind me never to turn my back on the bedroom again…” he says. However, he has a soft smile after his words. He has to keep up an image around the house, but instances like these make him realize that unlocking himself for these brief moments are always worth it.
Had to bring in my darlings of Demon Slayer- I HAD TO! :D Listen- Lee!Giyu is needed. It is life, it is love. It is EVERYTHING!!! I adore them so much y'all- you have no idea (or maybe you do, if you've been following me long enough ehehehehe) I hope you like it!
Day 22: Costume
“Absolutely not.”
“Why? Scared you might like it?” Giyu wasn’t usually this bold, but when he wanted something bad enough, he was ready to break out the trigger phrases. “It’s just a costume, Shinazugawa.”
“I know that! I just don’t wanna wear something so..gaudy.” Admittedly, the Fujin mask was rather extravagant. Leave it to Uzui to go all out making masks for the Hashira to wear. Giyu’s own mask of Suijin was also quite flashy, even more so with the simple Yukata he’d been given to pair with it.
Still- their faces would be hidden all night, and as childish as it was, the idea of going out in couple costumes with Sanemi was…fun. Could you blame him really for wanting to do this? “It suits you. You are the self-proclaimed God of Winds.”
“Oi, Uzui’s the only one here making such bold claims!” Sanemi blushed, twitching some as he looked down at the mask. “Do I really have to wear this thing? It’s honestly kinda ugly, and not to mention I’m too grown to dress up! The kids can do that..”
His disappointment must have shown, for Sanemi softened his defenses. “Ugh, don’t look at me like that!” He looked at the mask a moment longer before giving up, sighing softly. “Fine, I'll wear it.”
“You really don’t have to…”
“Oi, make up your mind, Tomioka!” Sanemi huffed, frustrated. “You looked ready to cry when I complained, and now I’m gonna wear it and you’re insisting I don’t? Pick one!”
“I’m not insisting, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to-Ah!” Giyu yelped when Sanemi tackled him, mindful of the mask. “Shinazu-gahahhahahahahha! Hohohohold ohohoohhn!”
“No way- you hang on! You’re so indecisive tonight!” Sanemi growled out his annoyance, fingers skillfully digging into Giyu’s belly and sides while the brunette kicked and laughed beneath him. “If you want me to be in costume so bad, just say so! I might be more motivated to do it if you say so.”
“I dohohohohn’t wahhaahnt you to fehhheheel ohoohohbligahhahated! Ehahahaha- Ahhahahaha, Shahahnemihihihihi!” Giyu arched when his lower ribs were grabbed, his hands encasing Sanemi’s and weakly tugging at them. “Nohohohohohot thehehehehehre!”
“Say you want to see me dressed up.” Sanemi growled. “Say it. Say you want me to wear that dumb mask and walk around with you holding hands all night.”
“Oh. Yeah, you didn’t.” Sanemi blushed. “Well- you were clearly thinking it!”
Maybe he was. “Sahahhahnemi! Eheahhaha- fihihihne! Fihihihine, I wahahahant yohohohu to drehhehehehess up!” Giyu confessed, and the tickles came to and end. The hands lingered on his sides though with warning. “I wahahant you to dress up with me. I wahahnt to hold hands and be an annoying couple with you on Halloween.”
“....Okay.” Sanemi nodded, cheeks still pink as he sat up. “That’s all you had to say, you know.”
“I don’t want to come off as selfish.” Giyu admitted, earning a gentle flick to the forehead. “Hey..”
“You're my boyfriend. You can be selfish from time to time.” Sanemi chided him gently, kissing the spot he flicked. “If it’s for you, I’ll wear it. Not for Uzui, though. I don’t know what dumb vision he’s got going on, but I’m doing this for you and you alone.”
“He gave everyone masks.” Giyu added softly. “He wants us to be Deities."
“Gah- whatever. My motivation still stands.” Sanemi pretended to sound annoyed, and Giyu smiled. “Let’s go out and have a good time.”
A/N - Two fics in one day! And they said it couldn't be done. Anyway, here is day 9 of Nym's Tickleween. The prompt is Owl, so I wrote the dumbest Superbat fic known to man. Please enjoy responsibly.
Word Count: 929
“You could’ve been Owlman,” Bruce Wayne rarely had time to sit and read a book, but he did today; at least until Clark decided that the quiet was too much for him.
“In another universe my brother is,” Bruce clicked his tongue, not wanting to look up from his book.
“But like, there’s only two nocturnal flying animals,” Clark added, resting his chin on his fist as if he was deep in thought. “I guess sugar gliders and flying squirrels kinda fly too but not really.”
Bruce did not reply, letting Clark ramble about the logistics of flying versus gliding. Clark was exceptional at having conversations with himself, which Bruce also did, but the reporter could have full on arguments with himself that would end up with him mad later. It was cute.
Bruce reached for the steaming mug of tea Alfred had brought just before Clark’s spontaneous realization, raising it to his lips.
“I could be having sex with Owlman,” Bruce choked on his tea. “Oh, sorry Bruce. It’s just funny to think of you dressed as an owl instead of a bat. I wonder if you would hoot as a safe word.”
“Clark, you need to shut the fuck up right now,” Bruce was now looking at the man, his steely blue eyes full of tangled emotions. “I do not want one of the kids to hear that.”
“I don’t hear any of them nearby,” Clark replied, wearing the smuggest of smiles. He crossed his legs and tilted his head to the side. “I hear how fast your heart is beating though.”
Bruce did not blush, and he had not blushed since he was a child, however if he hadn’t trained himself out of this normal human behavior, his face would have been beet red. Having a super powered boyfriend was amazing, but right now it was not only an irritant, but a major inconvenience.
“What’s gotten into you?” Bruce’s voice was incredulous.
“What? Don’t you like it when I flirt with you?” Clark waggled his brows. “But, yeah. I found this cool book about owls, and I thought about you. This one looks like you.”
Clark had already placed a bookmark where the owl of note was, so when he opened the book, he was quick to turn it around and show Bruce the photo.
The photo was of a long-eared owl with the widest of eyes and completely drenched. It was depressing to look at. The ears were straight up, almost looking like Bruce’s cowl.
Bruce took in a deep breath, “That’s nice Clark.”
“I thought so too.”
Bruce looked back down at his book, reopening it to where he last left off, praying to some sort of deity for Clark to go back to reading quietly. Unfortunately, no one was listening.
Before Bruce could blink, Clark had sped over to him, picking him up to put him in his lap. Taking the book from his hands, Clark placed it on the side table before turning all his attention to Bruce.
“I thought you said the other night that you were going to “humor me” more,” Clark’s warm breath on Bruce’s ear made the hair on the back of his neck raise.
“I have been humoring you,” Bruce tried to ignore the shiver surging through his nerves.
“You’ve just been talking to me.”
“That’s what humoring is,” Bruce retorted, swinging his legs around in an attempt to stand up, though Clark quickly wrapped his hands around Bruce’s middle.
“I was hoping you’d smile a little,” Clark’s fingers curled into Bruce’s belly, forcing out a soft gasp. “Oh, what was that?”
“Clark,” Bruce warned, though knew his words had no effect as he felt Clark’s chest bounce as he chuckled. “Don’t.”
“Threatening me will just make it worse,” Bruce huffed at Clark’s reply, staring a hole in the floor so he didn’t have to look Clark in the eyes. Bruce didn’t have to be the world’s greatest detective to know there was absolutely no way out of this situation without Clark getting what he wanted. This, of course, frustrated Bruce, though just feeling Clark’s warmth radiating into him made Bruce feel fuzzy.
Fingers tapping into Bruce’s belly, the man squirmed like an anxious child on a mall Santa’s lap. Hands gripping Clark’s wrists, Bruce continued to turn his head away, his eyes tightly shut. His lips wobbled, though his mind fought the sensation while Clark’s wriggling fingers sped up over time.
“Why won’t you just let me see you smile?” Clark teased, his lips grazing the shell of Bruce’s ear. “C’mon Bruce. Just one little smile.”
“No,” Bruce would deny the fact that his statement sounded more like a whine, though Clark found it endearing.
“Fine,” Clark pressed his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “I guess I’ll have to up the ante then.”
“Asshole,” Bruce managed to let out before becoming overwhelmed by a surge of happy laughter; Clark peppering kisses all over Bruce’s neck, driving the man insane. “No! Dammit Clark, stop!”
“If you want me to stop,” Clark pulled his face away, then pressed his forehead against Bruce’s, the noses touching, “you’ve got to hoot for me. It’s your safe word, remember?”
Bruce’s face fell, knowing that he was never going to allow himself to do something so stupid. Of course, once Clark’s lips were back upon his neck and his fingers dancing over each of his more sensitive spots, Bruce felt a smidge more inclined to follow Clark’s suggestion. Ego aside, it was going to be a long night for Bruce.
Hey everybody!! Here are links to all the SFW, open-to-everyone tickletober prompt lists I've found for Tickletober 2025! I'll put them under a cut, and I'll edit the list if any more crop up. Have fun this year, and remember to take care of yourselves!
#augtickletober2025 by @august-anon
#g&s tickletober / #31 Tickles Til Halloween by @gladdygirl18 & @sunstone-smiles
A/N: Here's another fic for intheticklecloset's Tickleween event! This one is for prompt: #30 Jack-o-lantern and #24 Witches' Brew
Word count: 2,201
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On the day of the Spooktacular, all the clocks in Furin high seemed broken. No matter where they looked time passed agonizingly slowly; each minute an hour as the sun crept across the sky.
When the school day finally ended the school teemed with excitement for the festivities and frights to come. Class 1-1 was starting particularly early, with a so-called “ritual” being conducted in the glass tea kettle the class was circled around. The water within boiled raucously, and when Suo placed the teabags inside, it swirled with a deep, royal blue. Surprise heightened when a different teabag sent curls of magenta throughout the liquid.
“Woah! That’s so cool, Suo-san!” Nirei gasped.
“What the hell even is that?” Sakura frowned, though his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Tea,” Suo said, his smile becoming a smirk. “And water.”
“Shut up, you know what I meant,” Sakura glared.
Kiryu raised his hand. “I also want to know about the magic pink color, Suo-chan!”
Several of their classmates voiced their agreement but Suo only shook his head and put a finger to his lips. “I’m not supposed to say, but…it’s magic.”
“Oooh, like you mean with your exorcist powers?” Tsugeura awed.
Sakura raised his eyebrows while most his classmates gave varying expressions of amusement.
“Just spit out what ingredients are in it,” Sugishita glowered.
“I’m sorry, Sugishita-kun, afraid I can’t do that,” Suo beamed.
“But…what if someone’s allergic to it?” Kakiuchi asked, eyeing the undeniably magical-seeming liquid.
“Oh, no one is allergic,” Suo said with a knowing smile.
“What the–how could you know that?” Anzai cried.
“Ah! It was me,” Nirei said, putting a hand behind his head. “Suo asked for a list of everyone’s allergies and I–”
“You just gave it to him?” Kurita cried, pointing at Suo. “To that guy? With all his deviousness?!”
“Umm, yes?” Nirei replied, looking at Suo. “Suo-san said he wanted to bring a treat for everyone and wanted to make sure it was safe…”
“I’d be surprised if it wasn’t,” Takanashi grinned. “I’ve heard of this trick before but never seen it in person because this stuff can be hard to find. It’s really cool of you to share it with us, Suo!”
At Takanashi’s comment a lot of the hesitation dissipated, as he had brought snacks before and had grown a reputation of trust with food stuff.
“Of course!” Suo beamed, taking out a corked spice bottle decorated with swirls. “This tea blend will help everyone stay energized throughout the night…” He uncapped the vial and gently poured the clear contents into the kettle. The liquid inside swirled into a brilliant emerald. “If you’re brave enough to drink it.”
“Oh wow! Furin green!” Nirei beamed.
“Wait!” Takanashi shouted, making Nirei and some others jump. “It’s not supposed to change that color! I have no idea what was in that vial.”
The class looked to Suo who only smiled as he set out paper cups. “It’s the secret ingredient.”
Tsugeura, Sakura, Nirei and a few others took a cup as he poured the tea, but a lot of them remained untouched.
Suo sighed, picking up a cup. “You all wound me. I would never give you something that would harm you in such a way,” he said, taking a sip himself. “It also definitely wouldn’t be by defacing tea. If you all grew to dislike tea because of me, it would break my heart.”
“Awe okay,” Kiryu smiled, taking a cup. “Thank you for the tea, Suo-chan!”
Eventually everyone did take some, many smiling at the tasty mystery flavor. As they cleaned up the cups, Suo was pleased that all of them were empty. Though, some continued to ponder what the secret ingredient had been.
Takanashi especially couldn’t shake it from his mind. All the things he’d ever made and he still couldn’t figure it out! He unconsciously eyed Suo as they moved things into place for the night ahead, though his gaze did not go unnoticed.
“Really got his goad huh, Suo?” Tsugeura asked, literally poking fun at him as he wiggled a finger into his side.
Suo jumped and smacked his hand away. “The phrase is ‘get one’s goat,’” he replied, trying to hide his surprise with a glare.
The class finished putting away their things and began to disperse to get the school ready for the night ahead. A small line formed at the door as everyone drew from a large plastic bowl Anzai had found. Inside were envelopes for the game he and Kurita had roped them all into during lunch. Kurita stood beside him, the pair having agreed to draw last to assure fairness and douse suspicions of trickery.
But when Suo approached, Anzai pulled the bowl away with a grin. “What’s the password?!”
“Oh?” Suo asked, smiling patiently. “Do I get a hint?”
Anzai looked to Kurita who hunched his back and curled his hands into claws. “A mystical thing!” he rasped, bringing his uniform up to his face and peering over it. “It swirls and teems, casting green in magic tea!”
Anzai and the classmates in the line behind Suo looked at Kurita with awkward smiles. He’d put so much effort into the performance he’d basically given Suo the answer.
Still, those left in the room watched in interest.
“My, my! Really tangled up over that detail aren’t you?” Suo mused, placing his hands behind his back. “I really shouldn’t say though. Secrets are meant to be kept.”
“Nope!” Anzai yelled.
His classmates looked over to see his hand around Suo’s wrist which was inches from the bowl’s rim.
“Oh! You’ve gotten faster, Anzai-kun!” Suo said, his smile turning a little more sinister. “How wonderful.”
Kurita gasped in realization. “You dared try to trick the bowl guardian?!” He cried, pointing at Suo menacingly. “Now you have to face my wrath!”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine–” Suo said, stopping short when arms wrapped around his middle and shoulders. “Hm. This isn’t the best time to be giving huHUGS!”
Before any of them could blink Suo had pulled his arm back from Anzai, grabbed Kurita’s hand from his side and clapped his remaining hand over his mouth. Silence settled over the room. A mischievousness took over Anzai’s face as Suo looked at the ones holding him: both Takanashi and Kakiuchi wore knowing grins.
Not good. At what point had he let himself be surrounded by these four?!
“Something you want to say?” Kurita asked, but the second Anzai moved to put the bowl down Suo’s pressed his fingers under Kakiuchi’s arms and pulled one of Takanashi’s knees out from under him with his foot. One squeaked and the other yelped, but neither let go as all three of them went crashing to the floor.
Kakiuchi’s laughter filled the air as Suo fought to find purchase and escape their limbs.
“Just!” Takanashi huffed, grabbing Suo’s ribs and making him jump. “Tell us what ingredient you added!”
“As I said, it isn’t my information to tehehehell!” Suo replied, flinching as Kakiuchi’s fingers curled into his side. Suo pinched his upper ribs in retaliation, becoming more desperate as Anzai and Kurita stalked towards him.
“Hehehehe! Oh noho! Hehehehehelp!” Kakiuchi squealed, pulling his arms from around Suo to push at his hands. “Ihihihehe! I cahahahan’t!”
Suo quickly got to his feet and two sets of hands promptly grabbed each of his arms.
“Going somewhere?” Kurita smirked, digging his fingers into his side.
Suo clamped his mouth shut and willed himself not to move in hopes they’d loosen their grip.
“Hmm…not talking huh?” Anzai grinned.
Suo’s gaze narrowed in reply.
Anzai snickered and looked over his shoulder at their classmates. “You guys can take your cards. This is going to take a minute.”
“Yeah, you can go ahead of us too,” Takanashi said, helping Kakiuchi to his feet and wiggling his fingers into Suo’s stomach.
Kakiuchi nodded in agreement as he dusted himself off.
Some took their evolves and escaped the possibility of being dragged into the mayhem, while others stood healthy distances away to watch the spectacle.
Suo only flinched at each edition of hands, even as Anzai wormed his fingers under his arms.
“I know I heard him giggle,” Kurita said, poking up and down his side in search of a good spot.
“Come on, Suo,” Takanashi sighed, switching to sporadic squeezes. “We know you’re ticklish and that you know what was in that vial.”
Kakiuchi smiled. “It’ll be easier if you just tell them,” He said, gently scratching along Suo’s ribs only for him to jump so hard Anzai and Kurita almost lost their grip on him.
They looked to him expectantly, and though he’d already swallowed down the smile, there was a certain sparkle there that hadn’t been there before. Each of them took turns repeating their most recent attempt.
Suo braced himself as much as he could, but the second Kakiuchi resumed tickling his ribs his smile returned.
“Oooh, I get it!” Kurita smirked, lightening his touch. “Can’t take the soft stuff huh?”
Helpless giggles bubbled past his lips which escalated to laughter as the others joined in. “Ahaha! Nohohoho wahahahait!”
“Nope, you didn’t wait and say the password, so now we’ve got to tickle it out of you!” Anzai grinned.
The tickles sparking through Suo’s nerves left him no room to think. “Ihihi! HEHE Ihihihi cahahaAHAN’T!”
“Sure you can,” Takanashi replied, gently dragging his nails down his stomach. “These little tickles take less energy so we could probably go for hours.”
“NAHAHahaha! PLEHEheheheheASE! Pleehehease DohohoHOHOhon’t!” Suo hiccuped, his feet tapping the ground as he tried to pull away.
“All you need to do is tell them,” Kakiuchi grinned, wincing when tracing his upper ribs resulted in a burst of higher-pitched giggles.
“IHIHihi cahahaAHAHAN’T” Suo cried, trying to drop to the floor to escape the gentle torture. “PLEHEhehehe! Ihihihi’ll tahAHAHAHALK! JuhuHUHUst stahahahap!”
The four gave just a few more gentle pokes before letting him catch his breath.
“Plehe–Please lehet me ahahanswer ahahall the wahay,” Suo breathed, a few after giggles getting past as ghost tickles sparkled through his nerves.
“Sure, sure,” Anzai smiled, barely scritching a finger under his arm to make him jump.
“Ihi! I cahan’t tell yohohou whahat the ingrehehedient wahas,” Suo giggled, squirming as Anzai added another finger alongside his first. “Ehehehe! Ihihi’m nahahat dohohohone!”
“Then keep talking,” Kurita smirked, drumming his fingers on Suo’s arm.
Suo flinched at the touch. “Ihihi cahahan’t sahahay behecahahause I dohohon’t know eihehehehehither!”
“Wait, for real?” Takanashi blinked.
Suo nodded. “The shohop owner said it was a surprise fohohor the holihiday.”
At that all their fingers stopped.
“But the allergies?” Kakiuchi frowned.
“I showed thehem the class allergy list I got from Nirei and thahat is the one they said we could all have,” Suo breathed. “I didn’t eheven know what color it would turn into. He was pulled to his feet for what he feared would be more tickles only to be released.
“Why didn’t you just say that earlier?!” Kurita shouted.
Suo took a step back so he could see them all. “I didn’t want to ruin the illusion of the mystery,” he said, his smile returning. “I also tried, but couldn’t get all my words in.”
“Eheh, sorry about that,” Anzai winced, offering him a cup of water. “I was excited that we finally got you laughing and went overboard.”
Suo politely took the cup. “Thank you, Anzai-kun, and it’s alright, but I will think twice before I bring any more tea to school.”
“Oh, no,” Takanashi frowned. “We like your teas, Suo.”
“Yeah! Don’t not bring them because we were being stupid!” Kurita pleaded, clasping his hands together.
Kakiuchi nodded in agreement and Suo hummed in thought.
“Hmm…Maybe if I could borrow your services in the future,” he said, inching a finger at them. “Then I might be able to look past what has transpired.”
Takanashi, Kurita, Kakiuchi and Anzai looked at each other in surprise before smiling at each other in ranging amounts of relief and mischievousness as they nodded.
“I’ll let you know when the time comes,” Suo nodded. “May I draw my card now?”
“Oh, yeah!” Anzai grinned, grabbing the bowl. “Here!”
Each of them took an envelope from inside and put them away for later.
“Now that that has been sorted out,” Suo smiled, turning to his classmates who had lingered behind to spectate. “Lets not keep the preparations for tonight waiting any longer, shall we?”
The hint of darkness in Suo’s gaze had everyone, Anzai and his friends included, moving swiftly for the door only to freeze.
Thuds echoed from the other side, slowly becoming louder and louder. Those closest to the exit slowly backed away for the door to slam open and a bright orange jack-o-lantern mascot to burst into the room.
“HELL YEAH!” Tsugeura’s voice yelled from inside as he grabbed two of their nearest classmates under his arms. “Come on you slow pokes, time to get SPOOKY!”
He turned and walked out, their classmates struggling for release as they were carried out into the hall. Everyone else cheered and laughed at the spectacle as Suo followed behind, his ever calm smile donned on once again.
Nym's Tickleween Event
Series: Bungo Stray Dogs
Characters: Atsushi, Dazai
Summary: Atsushi is feeling out of sorts, so Dazai pulls him out of work for an autumn picnic to observe the falling leaves and cheer him up.
Word Count: 1,172
A/N: Not my first TickleTober fic but definitely my first BSD one (FINALLY!). Fair warning: I got a bit, sentimental? - deep? - with this one. Atsushi grew on me as I watched the series and I realized it might be because he reminds me a lot of myself when I was young, so... I mixed what I learned from my experience as a struggling young adult in this fic in addition to some good ol' tickle fluff. Anyways, Atsushi is lucky to have a friend like Dazai 💚 Happy reading~
Atsushi had been quiet all morning, keeping to himself while dutifully completing each of his tasks. There was a weight on his chest that he couldn’t quite shake off. He reasoned that if he kept busy, the feeling would go away on its own.
But the feeling persisted even when Kunikida startled the office by exploding at Dazai for his laziness. And still when Dazai announced he and Atsushi were taking a lunch break, right before dragging him out of the office mid-task. Atsushi barely made an attempt to protest, he just didn’t have it in him…
The two settled down at a nearby park, where Dazai threw drown a picnic blanket and instructed Atsushi to sit down and observe the falling leaves. Groups of Yokohama’s residents were scattered throughout the park for the same reason, but with significantly more cheer than Atsushi.
While Atsushi sat down and crossed his legs, Dazai collapsed beside him and tucked his arms behind his head with a contented sigh. Atsushi shook his head at the sight of his mentor, unsure how he could be so relaxed when they had so much left to do at the office… and when the weight of their recent battles was still fresh in everyone’s minds.
How odd that on any given day, he could be sorting paperwork one minute and fighting for his life the next.
Desperate for a distraction from his thoughts, Atsushi drew his attention to a falling maple leaf, following its agonizingly slow descent, noting its colors, its shape, and…
“So what’s got you down all of a sudden?”
Startled out of his trance by Dazai’s question, Atsushi straightened. “Oh. I’m just tired.”
“Tired?! The day isn’t even half over!” Dazai sighed dramatically. “Man, I knew Kunikida was working you too hard.”
Atsushi shook his head. “It’s nothing like that.”
Dazai sat up. “Then what is it?”
Atsushi sighed and shook his head again. He really didn’t want to talk about it. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if he could. To avoid more discussion, Atsushi turned his attention to an ant crawling near his hand. A moment passed, and just when he thought he was in the clear, he felt something tickle his ear. Atsushi yelped and swiftly covered it with his hand. He turned to see a grinning Dazai twirling a fallen maple leaf between his fingers, the tool used to tickle his protégé.
“W-What was that for?” Atsushi cried, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Hmmmmm.” Dazai chuckled, “I think I know what’s wrong.”
Atsushi recoiled, wary of his mentor’s playful tone. “What are you talking about? I said I was tired!”
Dazai cracked his knuckles. “Yep! Nothing a little giggle therapy won’t fix.”
Atsushi’s jaw dropped, instantly understanding Dazai’s intentions. This wouldn’t be the first time, of course, but why now? And in such a public setting?!
Dazai’s wiggling fingers slowly drew closer to Atsushi. “Here comes the Tickle Monster, Atsushi-kun!”
A shiver ran down Atsushi’s spine in anticipation. He couldn’t let this happen! If only he’d resisted Dazai earlier and pleaded for Kunikida to help, he’d still be safe at the office. So he made to leap away but it was too late. Dazai caught his sides and pulled him back, making Atsushi shriek. “Dazai-san! Wait! Please!”
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Dazai teased, squeezing and digging into Atsushi’s sides.
Atsushi fell back against Dazai, unable do anything but tremble with quiet laughter from the sudden attack. He closed his eyes shut to avoid seeing if they’d draw any attention to their spot in the park. And to avoid further embarrassment, he pressed his lips together tightly, stifling any laughter that would threaten to escape as Dazai continued his assault.
“Wait a minute? This isn’t right…” Dazai gasped, moving up to scribble over Atsushi’s ribs. “Where’s the giggles?”
Atsushi shook his head quickly, all while struggling to pry off Dazai’s hands.
But Dazai wouldn't budge, instead, he tickled other spots to avoid Atsushi’s resistance which only tickled him more. “C’mon, Atsushi-kun! This treatment won’t work if you aren’t giggling!”
Atsushi then made what sounded like a whimper as he kicked out his legs. Meanwhile, one of Dazai’s hands moved to his belly and scribbled there too.
Dazai snickered. “I can feel them in there. Let them out, huh? You know you want to~” He whispered into Atsushi’s ear, “tickle, tickle~”
At the tease, Atsushi broke. “Ahahahaha!” He threw his head back, giggling hysterically. “Dahahahazai-san! Nohoho!”
“There’s the giggles I was looking for!” Dazai laughed along with Atsushi. “Oh, where do you think you’re going?! We’re not done yet!” Dazai followed Atsushi as he fell back onto the blanket and curled up, hiccuping with giggles and laughter as his mentor relentlessly tickled him for several more moments.
“There, feel any better?” Dazai said when he finally let up on Atsushi just as he started to tear up from laughing so hard.
Atsushi slowly pushed himself up, wobbly and giggly, while wearing a wide smile from his “therapy.” He nodded in reply.
“You sure?” Dazai gave one of Atsushi’s knees a quick squeeze.
“Yes!” Atsushi squeaked. “I’m okay! I’m feeling so much better! I promise!” And it was true. Embarrassment aside, he didn’t mind being tickled. Dazai’s “giggle therapy” was a good respite from his sobering thoughts.
“Great! Mission accomplished.” Dazai patted Atsushi on the shoulder. “But one more thing: Don’t be afraid to take a break every now and then, alright?”
Atsushi looked at Dazai, confused by the advice.
“You’ve been through a lot since you’ve joined the agency and that’s putting it mildly.” Dazai fell back into his reclining position on the blanket. “If you need to rest, just do it. You’ll never feel better if you don’t.”
Atsushi hung his head, “but… there’s just so much to do. And who knows when–”
“It’ll be there when you get back,” Dazai interrupted.
“But what if I don’t feel better?”
“You will. Just as like how the seasons always pass from one to the next.”
Atsushi turned away. “I don’t understand…”
A maple leaf landed on Atsushi's head and as it slid off, he caught it in his hands. Autumn was a kind of rest, wasn’t it? No, it was a kind of preparation. Soon the trees will eventually be bare and then dormant, allowing for winter to appear and coat everything in a blanket of snow until it’s time to wake up. And then when spring comes, the snow will melt and the trees will awaken anew.
Just as spring can’t happen without winter, healing can’t happen without rest.
Atsushi smiled, understanding relaxing the tension in his shoulders he didn’t know was there.
“No. No, I think I do understand.”
“Good,” Dazai said, his eyes already closed. “Now I think it’s time for a quick nap.” He yawned, “wake me up in a bit, okay?”
“Sure.” Atsushi then leaned back on his hands and looked up at the sky with new appreciation for the falling leaves dancing in their descent from the tree tops.
Thanks to @otomiyaa for letting me have this idea and running with it.
Warnings: Contains some swearing.
Bucky and you had been dating a few months now. Learning his habits around the comfort of his home was super easy to pick up on. He did the same things in the same order every day. Very predictable.
One thing you haven’t done yet, mostly because he is a super soldier and you are, well human, is get into any wrestling or tickle fights. You have older brothers and that was a lot of un growing up and even when you were older.
It was a pretty normal day. Bucky likes to wash his metal arm in the dishwasher because it gets it cleaner than he ever could. He was very particular. This got you thinking. Hide his arm and it would make it a somewhat fairer fight….. Not really, but a girl could dream.
He was busy reading, and you were mindlessly on your phone. He really seemed like he wasn’t paying attention, so you went to get a glass of water that was next to the dish washer. Slowly you opened it and hid in a corner shelf that was hardly ever used int eh kitchen. Then you strolled back to the living room and sat down next to him with your water. You couldn’t help but smile.
“What ya reading?” You asked, innocently, leaning on his shoulder without the arm, nuzzling into his neck. You actually knew the answer since he liked to read a lot of history books since he missed a lot of it and you got him this one in particular.
He chuckled. “What, you don’t remember getting me this?” He asked with a smirk.
“Oh, I do.” You lazily traced the side of his neck with your index finger, causing him to shiver under your touch for a second.
“What are you doing?” He asked with a side eye, and a small grin. You started to trace your finger on his ear lobe.
“Nothing, just looking at every little part of you.”
“You look with your eyes, not your hands, darling.” He started to put his book down and got up.
He went to the dishwasher, figuring it should have been done now.
After opening it and noticing his missing appendage, he took a step back. Clearly it didn’t get up and walk off on its own. “Babe, you don’t happen to know where my arm went, do you?” He stood there with one arm on his hip.
You stood up confidently and walked over, like you gained strength. “No! Where is it?” As horrible as a liar you are, he chuckled and reached to kiss you. As he sunk into that kiss, your hands wandered on his back muscles and traced down his side and ribs, ever so gently, making him hold in a giggle.
“Babe, what’s wrong? You’re so, squirmy with me today. Are you ok?” You asked innocently.
“I’m just fine, but I’ll need my arm back.” He started to take a step at you, causing you to step back with a large smile on your face.
“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about? Why would I take your arm?”
He grabbed you by the waist with his one arm, effectively lifting you up to his eye level. “Because you’re a child.” He leaned in for a long, sweet kiss, that made you forget about his arm for a hot second. Then he tossed you onto the couch. “Where’s my arm?”
You were starting to curl up, giggling to yourself, cheeks getting red. “I don’t know!”
He lunged in and pinched your side with his only arm, causing you to squeak and grab it.
“Where’s my arm? If you give it to me now, I promise no harm will come to you.” He said confidently, staring right into my eyes.
You shrugged your shoulders as if you had nothing to say and he straddled you and with his good arm, started tickling you all over your mid-section fast and expertly. You laughed hard and every time you swatted his hand away or grabbed it, he just as easily moved it back into position.
You tried to grab his thighs and hips, but he was just too damn fast. “Sto-op! I giiiive!” You yelled.
He stopped and you pointed to the corner drawer. “In there.” Your voice shook, pointing. He kissed you on the cheek. And said thanks. He pulled it out and locked it onto his shoulder. You loved it when he did that, so you sat there smiling.
He started to come back at you quickly and lunged his hands up in your armpits, causing you to scream! “Waaaaaiiiittt! Yoooou ssaaiid noooooooo moooore!”
“No, I said no harm would come to you! You were being a brat though, so you deserve this!” His hands were moving so perfectly all over your neck, armpits, rips, belly and sides, that you felt yourself not able to think coherently.
“Naahaaaa, stoooopppp!”
“Say your sorry for stealing my arm!”
“Sooorrrrryyyyy!” You barely got out and just like that he stopped. You were red-faced, breathing heavy, hair a mess.
“You are so beautiful doll.” He leaned in and gave you a long deep kiss, then grabbed his book to go back to read.
