Crooked, rushed piece just to celebrate Lighter's bday
"M-manager!" Lighter gasped when he felt Wise hands closing around his ankles. "Wait a second, the others—"
"I told you," Wise insisted, letting Lighter's feet rest on top of his lap. "I'vetalked with them about it. It's fine."
Lighter sighed, but couldn't help the smile pulling at his lips. He leaned on his arms and looked around his own bedroom again, trying to dissociate a little while Wise prepared whatever else he needed to.
When they first got there, he tried to spot any weird looking package or object out of place, but everything looked as he left it that morning.
Then, when Wise said there was no gift, but rather a plan — to make it different from last year —, Lighter's curiosity only grew larger. He could understand the worry from the proxy — being forcefully dragged (read: kidnapped) to Blazewood by Burnice and Caesar right after Christmas probably wasn't the best experience one could have. He couldn't exactly say he didn't enjoy waking up to a tied up Wise on his birthday either, but the circumstances were… not ideal.
When Wise dragged him to the shower and pampered him with all kinds of fancy products, Lighter asked if the whole gift thing was some sort of "spa day" — a half-right guess, according to Wise.
Finally, when they got back to Lighter's room and realization dawned on him, Wise was already sitting in front of him, way too determined to be stopped.
"You don't have to, manager," Lighter sighed, water still dripping from his and Wise's hair. "You already got me a nice jacket for Christmas, you're spoiling me with anything more than that."
"So? That was for Christmas, not for your birthday," Wise huffed, rolling his eyes. His picked one of Lighter's feet, his thumbs caressing both sides of his ankle. "This is for your birthday," the proxy said with a smirk, leaning to plant a kiss on top of Lighter's bare calf and sneak a glance under the robe that Lighter was wearing.
"You're overdoing it, manager," Lighter sighed, feeling the heat around his collar and on his cheeks. He could feel a shiver running up his leg, every single nerve reacting to Wise's touch.
Wise rolled his eyes, moving his fingers and starting to rub circles into Lighter's sole. "Stop complaining, will you?" He mumbled. He needed to focus — he only had time to watch a 20-minutes-long tutorial, after all, and some details were already escaping his memory's grasp. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it… it does," Lighter said, his voice a little quieter than usual. Wise attempted massage didn't feel bad or hurt, but… it tickled. Quiet a bit, if Lighter were to be honest. "Y-you don't have to be so gentle, though."
Wise nodded, his thumb swiping up over Lighter's arch and then pressing under his toes. The proxy bit his inner lip, focused enough to barely notice Lighter's gaze upon him.
Lighter's breath hitched and pitched with each stroke and rub. Instead of relaxing, he was tensing more and more with each touch, trying to hide the wobbly smile behind his hand. His body begged him to pull his leg away, to make Wise stop that maddening, light tickling on his foot, but how could he? This was his boyfriend's gift, after all, even if it made him want to laugh like an idiot.
"I-I thihink that's enohough, managhAHA!" Lighter cackled, slapping his palm over his lips as Wise dragged his nails across his sole, supposedly by accident. "M-manager!"
"Sorry!" Wise gasped, freezing on spot like a kid about to be scolded. "Are you ok?"
"Y-yes, just— agh, d-don't touch me like that. It tickles," Lighter sighed and finally admitted it, his shoulders relaxing again. He saw Wise nodding, a small smile on his lips. Was it because nothing bad happened or..?
"That's a relief," Wise smiled and interrupted that track of thought. He lowered Lighter's foot back into his lap and quickly picked up the other, shattering Lighter's ideas of pulling his legs away on the process. "Let's continue, then. We still have another three steps of my birthday plan for you to go through."
"That sounds… amazing, manager," Lighter nodded, a nervous smile playing on his lips. Just Wise's touch around his heel was already enough to make Lighter feel ticklish again. "I can't wait for them."
Congrats on the 1200 milestone, Nim!!!! I've been following since the last event and I'm really happy to see you grow!
I was wondering if I could request something with ee!Lighter and er!Harumasa, from Zenless Zone Zero? I don't know what could be a good plot, but I trust your taste!
Hope you keep creating a lot! I love your work!
Hello anon!!! Thank you so much for the support and for requesting them!
I actually have a few ideas for them, mostly include them beig at each other's throats (in my ways), so I hope you don't mind me using your ask as an excuse to pull this one off
again, thank you for the support and I hope you like this one!
Harumasa let out a frustrated groan. His fingers stopped moving, pressed still against Lighter's ribs. He looked down at the other man, watching his chest wave with ragged breaths. "I thought I was clear just now. What part of 'get out of my way' that you didn't understand?"
"F-fuhuhuck off, boss," Lighter gasped, scoffing the last bit. His elbows were stiff against his sides, refusing to move even in the slightest. "I'm trying, aight?!"
"I don't care," Harumasa said firmly, brows furrowed with anger even when his eyes were still gleaming playfully. "I'm not paying the full price if you're going to interrupt me every ten seconds. You better give me a discount if this happens again."
Lighter wanted to push Harumasa off his lap and rip him in half. There was no need for him to submit himself to this humiliation, but that weird feeling stirring up inside his stomach made him do it anyway. He couldn't understand it, it went against his better judgment, but he couldn't bring himself to neglect it.
Harumasa wasn't exactly an usual boss. He always talked to Lighter in person and always asked for some shady work to be done, but the payments usually made up for the hassle. Harumasa wasn't a bad partner either, he knew a thing or two in bed and was good at kissing, so Lighter never thought about… charging for it, but who was he to deny it if the man wanted to show off his wealth?
For this, however, he should've charged extra.
"A-Asahahaba!" Lighter laughed, throwing his head back into the pillow as Harumasa started tickling his ribs again. Lighter clenched at the bedsheets with both hands, already knowing he'd get scolded if he tried to protect himself again. "S-slohohow down, yohohou jeheherk!"
"Shut it," Harumasa ordered, his fingers prodding at the soft spots between each bone and pinching the sensitive skin. "You don't get to tell me what to do."
Lighter gritted his teeth, a crooked smile plastered onto his face while he tried to stop himself from laughing and from insulting Harumasa again. He just needed to focus and ignore the feeling. Maybe if he thought about something else, he would be able to ignore it and—
"AHAH!! N-Nohohot thehehere!" Lighter cackled in surprise as Harumasa suddenly moved his hands up to tickle Lighter under his arms. Before he could think of it, Lighter's body moved on his own and clasped his arms around his torso again. "S-stohohop it, plehehease!"
Harumasa shook his head, his fingers wiggling in the little space they had. He squeezed Lighter's body between his legs, steadying himself on top of the other man. "Did I stutter before? My, I expected better from how much you charged me."
"I-it tihihickles, damn it! I cahahan't hehel— ahagh, Ahahasaba! Wahahait!" Lighter whined, too overwhelmed by the tickling to pay any mind to Harumasa's scolding. The latter clicked his lips, barely bothering to feign disappointment at that point.
"Just a discount won't do," Harumasa hummed, "I might ask for a refund at this rate ~"
"You can tell me if it's too boring," Wise spoke while fiddling with the fabric of Lighter's shirt, feeling the other man's chest waving with each breath — the pace relaxed, comfortable, until Lighter's body trembled with a quiet giggle.
"It's fine, I like being educated in silent films," Lighter nodded, holding Wise a little tighter against his body before turning back to look at the TV.
Still, as much as those words tried to ease his uncertainty, Wise found them hard, almost impossible, to believe. If Lighter were to watch a movie, it would probably be a flashy action one, with explosions, shooting and fast cars — the ones he despised the most, worth noting.
Whenever Lighter was to come over, Wise made sure to make a pile out of those films' cases, leaving them ready for his boyfriend — who, for some (obvious) reason, never picked them up and, instead, opted for the ones Wise would like the most.
"But we always do what I want, I doubt you actually have fun with these," Wise pouted, lifting his face a bit to look into Lighter's eyes. "We could do… one of your hobbies instead."
Lighter smirked. "My hobbies? Such as?"
"Uhh…" Wise blinked, stunned. Now, this was bad, wasn't it? Lighter probably knew him from inside out and the first thing Wise did when asked about him was to stutter like an idiot. Boyfriend of the year. "F-fighting?"
"Hahah," Lighter shook his head, his smile only widening. "Fight? You mean, you and I? I can't even argue back at you, you scare me to death."
"No!" Wise groaned, pressing his forehead against Lighter's chest, "like you do on the rings. Punching and— and kicking and that stuff," Wise explained with enthusiasm, hoping to flare up Lighter's interest in the topic and make him take it a little more seriously.
"So… you want to fight fight me?" Lighter smiled and waited for Wise nod, clearly misunderstanding what the champion would take for a hobby. "Sure, let's do it."
"R-really? So, should we—"
"Now."
"What?"
The gap between their experience and skill levels became as clear as daylight itself in a matter of seconds. Wise barely had time to process the information before Lighter had him turned around, with an arm bent and pinned behind his back. Wise barely understood how he was handled so fast and so effortlessly, and Lighter wasn't really giving him a lot of room to figure out his techniques — not the fighting ones, at least.
"L-LihIHihgther— ahAHAh, w-wahahit!" Wise laughed, burying his face into the pillows thrown around the couch while Lighter tickled his side. "I-I wahAHAhasn't reheheady!" He whined, his free hand clinging and clenching around the cushions, trying to reach to the armrest to pull himself free.
"You want to stop already?" Lighter teased, making Wise squeal when he suddenly reached to tickle him under that outstretched arm. "We are fighting now, manager, there is no pause like in your tape's player."
"Thahahat's nOHOhot fahah- AHAhah, nohoho!! Stohohop!" Wise panicked, his feet kicking wildly at the other end when he felt Lighter's hand tickling his unprotected ribs. "L-LIhihihgther, ihihit tihihickles, plehEHehease!"
"I can," Lighter hummed, squeezing the proxy a little tighter between him and the couch, "if you agree to a date full of silent films with me."
"Y-yoHOHohou ahahare s-so lahahame!" Wise groaned, quickly noticing how unsatisfied Lighter was with his answer when the tickling started to step up a notch. "F-Fihihine! FIHihine! I sahahaid fihihine!"
"I know," Lighter hummed, "just wanted to hear you some more."
The champion pushed himself back up only to look around for the controller and quickly laid back down on top of Wise once he hit 'play'.
"L-Lighter!" Wise gasped, a blush creeping up his cheek as he felt Lighter's muscles pressing him from behind.
"Shhh, I want to watch the movie."
"It's a s-silent movie, idiot…" Wise mumbled in defeat, sighing when the only answer he got was another quiet chuckle from his boyfriend.
"Yes, but it's my new favorite hobby."
A/N: There is no bigger cinema nerd than wise and i think he should get to ramble about it (lighter thinks so too, trust me, he told me)
Also, I ran of LighterWise pictures, so we will have to cope with their stickers
She gasped for air, her lungs under world's most stressful test. One should never look back while trying to run that fast, but the fear of the unexpected was too loud to ignore. She threw a glance over her shoulder and felt dread piercing through her nerves when those bright, eerie eyes were still staring at her.
"Get away from me!" She shouted, her voice trembling and her words ragged. The answer came in the form of a terrifying screech, explosive enough to make her ears hurt. Her throat was dry, she felt like dying — and probably would if her legs dared to fail he—
Pause.
"I-I can't!" Wise whined, his hand tightly wrapped around the TV's controller while his thumb pressed down at the button. "You can finish it without me, I-I'm going to my roo— ah!"
"You're not going anywhere until we finish it," Harumasa hissed, annoyed, as he pulled Wise back down to the seat next to him.
The first time it happened, it was cute. Forcing Wise to watch a silly horror movie was the perfect excuse and method to have the cute proxy holding onto him. While he didn't care about the stupid monsters on screen or whatever sicko those actors played, holding Wise's hand and comforting him felt nice.
But maybe this movie was just too much for Wise's scared cat's heart.
"You paused this scene five times already, manager," Harumasa huffed, snatching the controler from Wise's hand.
"A-ah, Asaba, wait—"
But Harumasa didn't, just hitting play again. "I told you, she is going to escape it just fine. These movies are always like tha—"
Pause.
"Agh, come on!" Harumasa groaned, looking back from the screen only to find another damsel in distress trying to escape. "Wise!"
Of all places Harumasa expected to be forced to move, Wise's house was not one of them. While it didn't take him more than a couple large steps to stop the proxy's attempt to escape, the physical effort was more than enough to annoy him even more than that irrational fear of imaginary, horror movies' monster.
"A-AHAhasaba!" Wise laughed helplessly, squirming in the little space he had between Harumasa's body and the cold ground. "S-stoho— ahaha, stohop it!"
"I can't," Harumasa huffed, sitting himself comfortably on top of Wise's legs while restlessly tickling the proxy's stomach. "You'll try to escape again as soon as I do."
"Wahahait! AHAhah, it tihihickles!" Wise gasped, both his hands holding onto Harumasa's arms. "T-the mohohovie is toohoh s-scahahary!" He whined, trying to figure if getting tickled to death by Harumasa was as bad as finishing that movie.
Putting it side by side, there wasn't much of a difference. Both Wise and that main character tried to escape a stronger, ill intended "monster" that had them screaming for their lives. He just hoped that girl would be more successful than him in her runaway attempt and have a different fate awaiting for her once he and Harumasa resumed watching the movie —he definitely didn't need anymore blood on his screen!
A/N: Wise being a cinema nerd, but absolutely scared of horror movies should be explored more me thinks
Seth widened his eyes as his shield was sent flying away after a move he could barely figure out. Did she kicked it? Or just yanked it from his hands? She was so fast!
There was, however, no time for awe or further analysis. Despite being left with only his baton at hand, he knew the fight wasn't over — far from it, he hoped. He could still do it! "Ha!" He growled loudly, swinging it at Jane, who parried the incoming hit with one of her daggers.
"Focus, kitty," Jane teased, her arm trembling slightly as they pushed their weapons against one another, "or this 'scumbag' might take you down again".
Jane's words had barely left her mouth before she swung at him again, dislodging her hand and making Seth lose his balance, just to clash at him once more, with the upper hand this time.
"I-I won't lose..!" Seth groaned, now seeing Jane's blades from a much closer distance. He gritted his teeth, baring his short fangs as the baton pressed more and more towards his own neck. For a training, Jane sure wasn't going easy against him, but he knew that was partly his fault for asking her to go all out on him.
Without much room to think, Seth let his instinct decide for him. He clenched both his hands around his weapon, trying to double his push's strength. Jane only smirked down at him. "So naive…"
What did she mean by that? What was wrong this time? Seth couldn't figure it out at first, but it took him a mere second to realize and repent his recent decisions.
"J-Jahane!" He gasped in surprise, flinching as he felt her tail poking at his side once, twice, thrice… "W-wahait, this is cheheating!"
"And what sort of villain plays by the rules, kitty?" She smirked, seeing his nose scrunch up as she traced a path up to his armpit, poking the soft spot between the muscles. With a loud, giggly squeal, Seth's arms faltered — just the opening she was looking for.
"A-aha— agh!"
Thud.
'Damn it', he thought, feeling the cool ground against his back. He slowly opened his eyes, faced with Jane's amused grin and the sharp, razor-like edge of the tip of her tail inches from his face. He let out a small whimper as he tried to move, feeling her grip around one of his hands and the weight of her knee pinning down the other.
"If I was a real villain, kitty," she purred, reaching out for his neck with her free hand, "you'd have a big problem right now…"
"I-I know," Seth muttered in a rush, tilting his chin up as he felt her grip hovering over his throat, her thumb brushing slightly against his Adam's apple. "But that was—"
"Nah-ah," she interrupted, pressing a finger down against his lips, "it's your fault for leaving yourself open like that. I thought you'd have understand it by now," her eyes moved, scanning his body, "maybe I should make it clearer?"
"H-huh?" He blinked, confused. What did she— oh. Oh. "W-wait, ms. Jahane, you dohon— ahAHA! NAHAhahat thahAHAt! It tihihickles!"
"My, and you're giving in just like that?" She clicked her tongue, feigning a serious tone to make her scolding more convincing while she tickled under his stretched out arm, letting her nails gently, but quickly, glide over his sensitive skin. "Now you just told me exactly how to torture you, kitty."
"B-Buhut- AHAha, t-thihis wahahasn't p-part ohof the trahahaining!" He laughed brightly, kicking his feet behind her and squirming as much as her grip allowed him to. He felt his strength flowing out of him with the laughter, his muscles growing useless the more she tickled him.
"But it should've been," she retorted, scratching a little harder and making his giggles raise a pitch. "If some bad guy wanted, I bet he could get all of our reports out of you just with this. We need to put you under some intensitve resistance training, kitty…"
A/N: Day 3!! And of course I couldn't lose the chance to write my favorite zzz "villain", ehe, along with the goody two shoes in distress
"Hahah, manager," Hugo chuckled as charmingly as ever, shaking his head slightly. "I grant you that I'm not a vampire. Those don't exist."
Wise hugged the pillow and let out a giggle filled with mischief. The movie was paused at the precise moment where the male lead, a vampire, was about to bite the neck of its victim — which sparked the discussion about Hugo's similarities with a vampire and Wise's questions about him being one of them or not.
"Then why I don't see you during the day?" Wise asked, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared at Hugo.
The man smiled softly. "We just happen to miss the chance to meet, but I can grant you I can go out during the day just fine."
"Hmm, then how do you feel about garlic? What if I order something with it right now, hm? Would you… turn into a bat and fly away?" Wise gestured with his hand, swinging it and pointing towards his bedroom's window.
Hugo shook his head, again, "while I don't oppose the idea, I'm sure there are better options that would please both our palates. And, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you as I can't turn into a bat, smoke or anything like that."
Wise frowned slightly. Deep down, he didn't really believe Hugo was a vampire — he knew better than that. An assassin, a criminal, a wanted thief? Sure, but a vampire? No. Still, there was surely something about him that Hugo wouldn't be able to deny, he just needed to find out what.
Wise looked at him, from the tip of his shiny shoes to the top of his head, and the corner of his own lips were pulled up when he saw a small bit of Hugo's teeth. "Then smile for me."
"A smile?" Hugo repeated, confused, but obliged anyway. He took a small breath before giving Wise a wide smile, baring his teeth — and, most importantly, his sharp canines that looked exactly like vampire's fangs.
"Aha!" Wise cheered, pointing at it, "there they are. Only vampires have those," he nodded confidently as it took Hugo a couple seconds to process.
As the thought settled on Hugo's mind, the man laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, I guess you figured out my true nature, manager," he looked at Wise with sharp eyes, "it seems I'll have to do something about it now."
"E-eh? Wait, what do yo- woah!" Wise gasped as Hugo suddenly pulled him from his seat into his arms. Before he could react, the man had his hands held together and pressed against his chest. "H-Hugo, wait!"
"No can do, manager," Hugo shook his head, brushing a couple strands of Wise's hair out of his way and pulling lightly at the collar of his shirt. "I need to take care of you now that you exposed me… ahh ~"
Bite!
"A-agh, Hugo!" Wise gasped, pressing his bound hands against Hugo's body as he tried to push him away. "It- ahah, i-it huhurts!"
Hugo hummed against his skin, as if to make some smart comment about the contrast between Wise's reactions and words. He gently held the tender skin of the proxy's neck between his teeth, nibbling and teasing it while holding the other man in his arms.
"NohOHoh! Ahaha, i-it's nohohot suppohohosed to tihihickle! H-Huhugo, stohohop!" Wise squealed, turning his head away slightly as that electric sensation spread against each and every nerve, his skin prickling with goosebumps as Hugo's warm breathing bathed it along with each bite. "Ohohokay! AHaha, y-you're nohohot a vampihihire! I-I truhuhust yo— ahAHAHA!! ~"
A/N: Fake vampire counts as vampire. I end my case here.
