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defilerwyrm · 7 months

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I'm a trans man who wants phallo SO bad but the Fear Mongering people do makes me so scared. I have such a fear of surgery anyway and people say phallo is nearly 23hrs long, and it has more risks than heart surgery does, and idk if these are true bc I'm too scared to google it..But I want it so bad, but the stuff I hear scares me. Also people saying it doesn't have any sensation worries me. You said trans men can ask about it so I hope this is ok to do on anon!!! I'd appreciate a non fear filled reply so much thanks!!

23 hours!! Those poor surgeons, can you imagine!

Virtual hugs if you’re the hugging type, Anon, and a cool rock if you’re not.

Those things are definitely not true, not remotely. It’s a long surgery, but when I say it’s long that means it’s about 8 hours all told. It sounds like maybe someone heard it referred to as an “all-day” thing meaning a full WORK day, but instead assumed that that meant a full CALENDAR day. Or, you know, a transphobe made shit up to scare people.

It is most definitely not nearly as risky to your wellbeing as a surgery in which they saw open your sternum and cut open your actual beating heart. There is a fairly high chance of a minor complication that can result in the terrible ordeal of getting pee on your pants sometimes—a urethral fistula—and in most cases, they close up on their own anyway without needing another surgery to correct them. And in this case, “fairly high” means 40%, so it’s still less than half a chance that it’ll happen in the first place. At worst it’s annoying. Serious complications, the type that put you in danger, are extremely rare.

The sensation thing is also false, because they literally harvest a length of nerve from your donor site and hook it up to your existing bits specifically so you WILL have sensation! Sure, it takes a little while for the nerve to heal, but that’s just the reality of ANY surgery.

The nerve grows back in your donor site, too, by the way. While I was typing this up I discovered that one particular spot on my graft is ticklish.

Everyone has their own individual healing factor, but speaking for myself, I had full erotic sensation before the 3-month mark, and the orgasms have been incredible. The head and base are highly sensitive, and everything in between responds pretty damn nicely too, just less of a hit-the-ceiling level of sensitivity. And, you know, if you’ve handled an AMAB person’s penis much at all you’ll know that’s pretty much in keeping with how their dicks work too.

It is an in-patient surgery so if you have it, you’ll be staying in a hospital for a few days so they can keep an eye out for rare disasters. My stay was four or five days of snoring most of the day and periodically getting woken up to eat or answer some simple check-in questions, lift my arm for nurses to move stuff, etc, and then conking back out.

Being cathed sucks, but two weeks of frequent trips to the toilet to drain your bag is honestly nothing compared to a lifetime without (or with vastly reduced) bottom dysphoria. That’s the part that I hated. Everything else was your typical recovery: 10-15 days of sleeping 20 hours a day, then however many weeks of being tired, taking meds, and careful washing, gradually feeling more and more normal until you’re back up to full and ready to get back to business as usual.

Except with this one, you get to learn to pee standing up in the process. :D

(Protip: don’t try a public urinal until you’ve got it down pat at home. Not because of cis men, but because the learning process is messy, lol! The overwhelming majority of cis men in public restrooms want nothing to do with anyone else while they’re in there. The only place anyone’s gonna give your dick more than half a second’s accidental glance is in a gay bar. In 8+ years of using public men’s rooms I have yet to see one (1) penis that wasn’t mine!)

#phalloplasty #ftm #trans men #bottom surgery #trans matters #transphobia.#queerdom #medical transition #replies to things

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fluffyhare · 2 months

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Like Real People Do ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper moves to a new town. A peaceful morning longboard ride along the boardwalk leads to a chance encounter~! This story is written in first-person (Casper's) perspective.

☁️ Warnings: Light tickling (accidental + clinical setting), mild injury (no blood or gore), death mention (no actual death). Loneliness/insecurity mention.

☁️ Author's Note: This is my first fic (ever, lol, not just with these characters) so I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if the tags/warnings are wrong and I will fix them. I am so thankful for the support and love I have received for my characters, it means so much to me.♡

This is a series now!

Part 1 *you are here

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

"Alright, go ahead and lie back," the doctor instructed as she pulled the extender out from the examination table. I did so, swinging my legs up and planting my socked feet on the extender. Goosebumps rose on my arms as the cold vinyl was easily felt through my thin t-shirt. My eyes traced the borders of the sterile white ceiling tiles, my lips pursing as I prepared to be examined. "I'm just going to feel your belly, okay?"

“Just,” I thought.

"Okay," I sighed, and then locked my teeth together. Perspiration formed between the vinyl and my clammy palms, and a familiar heat began to creep from my ears across my cheeks. Invisible under my soft layer of pudge, my stomach muscles knitted together. As she leaned over the table, I avoided the doctor's eyes, as if one glance would betray some emotion a little too complex -- a little too personal -- for a routine checkup.

She lifted my shirt to the bottom of my ribcage, prompting a shiver as the cold air rushed over my bare skin. Her icy fingers began to unceremoniously probe my stomach; starting above my bellybutton, she pressed and prodded in a seemingly random pattern. Toes curling, I tried to steel myself, to compose my face in a mask of indifference, even as I felt my blush deepen. My belly trembled as her fingers traveled down each side, then lower, pressing into the spots just inside each of my hip bones. I twitched, my composure faltering. Mercifully, I was able to quash my giggle into a sound more akin to a cough.

“Did that hurt?”

“Ah, no, it's just… sensitive,” I answered, cleaning my throat to lend more credibility to my coughing.

“Okay, good. You can sit up now.”

I sat up – a little too quickly – cursing myself as my head spun.

“Well, you're very healthy. We'll keep an eye on that low BP, just make sure you stay hydrated, exercise, yadda yadda, you know the drill,” she prattled as I prepared to leave, jamming my feet into my shoes without untying them.

I checked out at the front desk and got in my car. Once safely in the driver’s seat, a relieved sigh rolled from my chest. In the privacy of my sun-bleached and beat-to-hell Versa, I could admit, at least, in my mind: while I enjoyed being ticklish, it did make doctor visits a challenge at times.

Back at home, the rest of my Saturday proceeded without incident. My new job offered weekends off, a pleasant change from the unpredictable schedule of my previous position. Since I had just moved to Port Oleander, though, I didn't have anyone to spend them with. Most of the time, that was okay; I was pretty introverted, but I did get lonely sometimes. Well… more often than I liked to admit.

Standing over the sink, I ate dinner – leftover chicken with rice and green beans – while watching YouTube on my phone. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. In bed I watched the ceiling fan spin in the dark, trying to follow the tips of each blade with my eyes, until it gently hypnotized me to sleep.

+++

When I awoke, the room was dark and still. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone and checked the time, blinding myself with the backlight I had forgotten to turn down. Four a.m.

I mopped a sweaty hand over my face. For no reason I could discern, I had been waking up three hours before my alarm every day for the past month. With no hope of going back to sleep, I would scroll on my phone, waiting until it was time to get out of bed. Today felt different, though. While I would generally awaken groggy and irritable, today, I was restless and alert.

Summer was hot and humid in my new city, so I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts, my most breathable binder, and a loose t-shirt. “It’s supposed to be nice today. Maybe if I ride my longboard, I'll run into some other skaters and make a friend or something,” I thought, then blushed in spite of myself. Not very many people skated anymore, especially not in my age group, and even if I did run into someone… would they want to befriend a visibly queer person like me? Would I even be safe? Oleander seemed generally more open-minded than my hometown, but since moving there, I had already been the recipient of enough sour looks to make me gun-shy.

I shook my head to stop the spiral.

“All I can do is try.”

+++

Yellow streetlight bathed the boardwalk pavement as I made lazy, wide carves down the vacant street. Aromas of coffee, food and ocean spray enveloped me as businesses began to open. The smooth pavement was a refreshing change from the rough sidewalks where I had grown up, and with my wheels gliding like marbles on glass, I barely needed to push. Clean, cool air filled my lungs and whistled through my short hair, pulling negative thoughts from my mind. It was more than a plank of wood with some metal and wheels attached; it was a magic carpet, and I lived to fly.

I thought it was a glass bottle catching the light as it bobbed in the surf, but as I looked closer, I became more convinced that it was not a single object; it didn’t just shine, it glittered, as if someone had spilled a container of sequins in the water. Unlike debris, though, the sparkly mass did not follow the swell of the waves. Seeming to act of its own accord, it moved toward the coast and then back, vertically upward and then down, hovering just above the water. Squinting in the pre-dawn light, I could have sworn it had a smokey, blurry haze around it, too. There was something distinctly alive about its movements. Transfixed, I watched it move almost playfully as it bobbed and weaved along the coast.

I surfed along the boardwalk, watching the sky lighten in shades of red and orange as it prepared to welcome the sun. It was my first time visiting the boardwalk since moving to Oleander, and as I coasted, I came to a pier that stretched way out into the water.

“That might be a cool place to watch the sunrise,” I mused. Angling my feet into a turn, I felt my wheels roll over the wood slats, gently vibrating my feet up to my hips. I was surprised at how soft the wood felt; it rattled a bit, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The pier was dotted with awnings and folded-up stands, but no vendors had opened yet, and I was glad for the lack of pedestrians to avoid. I pushed hard as I cruised down the pier, feeling the cool salt spray on my bare arms and face. As I looked out across the water, something caught my eye.

By the time I looked up, it was too late. I slammed my foot down to brake, but the slick wood did nothing to stop my forward momentum. My arms pinwheeled as my stomach connected with the guardrail at 10mph. It was only then that I realized just how high the end of the pier was. Shock and vertigo seized my body as I flipped over the rail, hands grasping uselessly at empty air. The next few moments of my experience proceeded as a flashback.

I was nine years old, crying on a beach chair at the public pool. I had jumped off the high-dive for the first time, my skin stinging and red as my dad wrapped me in a towel and sat beside me. He rubbed my back. “You were brave for jumping, angel, but you gotta be careful how you hit the water next time, okay? Water is just like concrete if you’re too high.”

“I wonder if I’ll see him again,” was my last thought as I plummeted into unconsciousness.

+++

The first thing I became aware of was a high-pitched whistle, followed by a musty scent, like wet stone and paper. I opened my eyes to a small, circular room.

Across from me, just beyond the foot of the bed I was lying in, was a red door. The walls were white-painted brick and featured bookshelves that practically exploded with books. “This isn't a bedroom with some books,” I thought, dazed, “it’s a library with a bed in it.” From every available wall space hung scientific illustrations of all kinds. Above my head, a tall window flooded the room with sunlight.

I tried to sit up, causing pain to radiate from my stomach. I was hurt, and this wasn't a hospital, meaning I was in someone else's home… in someone else's bed.

My mind scrambled to fill in the blanks. I woke up too early, again. I was skateboarding. I could smell pancakes and coffee. I wanted to watch the sunrise from the end of the pier. My feet tingled as I recalled my wheels rolling over the wooden slats; it seemed to go on forever. Did I make it to the end? Wait… what was that in the water?

Whatever happened next must have led to my injury. Did someone attack me? I couldn't remember seeing anyone on the pier, but maybe I was wrong. Did I fall?

Immediately, I checked my clothes. They weren't wet, which meant I didn't hit the water, but my back felt a bit damp… perhaps from sweat. How long was I unconscious? Frantically, I jammed my hands in my pockets, looking for my phone. Not only was it gone, so were my wallet and keys. Fuck!

With some difficulty, I kicked my feet out from under the heavy quilt and tried to stand. For the first time, I noticed that the bed had a small table beside it. All my effects were there, along with a glass of water and some over-the-counter painkillers. I urgently checked my phone.

“Six P.M.?!”

I had been sleeping in a stranger's bed for at least eight hours. No, probably even longer. I thrust everything into my pockets and made for the door, feeling a flash of fear that it might be locked. Mercifully, it wasn't.

The door opened with a creak that was loud, but did not travel as the hallway was incredibly small. Stairs led both to and from the tiny landing, going so far in each direction, I could not see where they terminated. Whipping my head around, I looked out the window. I could see nothing but sky. Was I in a tower?

I heard movement from above me. Whoever it was that brought me here was coming back. I started to descend the stairs, as quickly as my aching stomach would allow.

“Wait, stop, please!” A man's voice called down the spiral corridor.

I didn't stop, though. Racing down the steps, I practically tripped over my own feet as I scrambled to escape. Maybe he didn't kidnap me – he did leave all of my belongings, after all – but I wasn't sticking around to find out. My heart thundered in my chest as sweat broke out all over my body. The stairs seemed to go on forever, and I could hear the stranger behind me the whole time I ran, begging me to stop.

“Please, you'll hurt yourself! Please stop!”

When I finally reached the bottom, I threw open the heavy door and gasped as I was met with a cold spray of seawater in my face. Far in the distance, across miles of ocean, I could see the coast. Desperately looking from side to side, I saw that the tower was surrounded completely by water. There was no escape.

“Please… don't go any further. There's no way off this island. Please, I don't want you to get hurt.”

A hand on my shoulder made me jump. As I spun to face the stranger, all the blood drained from my face.

I was stricken by how tall he was, dwarfing me by at least a foot. His skin – if you could call it skin – had the appearance of thick white smoke trapped in a bottle, seeming to billow and roll beneath the surface. Most strange of all was his head. I could see the faintest outline of a human-shaped face, but it expanded outward from the sides and top, forming rolling peaks like a cloud. In the center were two large eyes, the irises and lashes of which were both stark white. Despite the creature’s fantastical appearance, he wore a simple blue button-down shirt and slacks.

Suddenly, I felt sure that I had died on that pier. Perhaps I fell. Perhaps I was still falling even now, synapses grasping at straws, presenting a frenzied hallucination before death. I could feel my grip on consciousness slipping, like flat shoes sliding on ice.

“Please don't hurt me,” I whimpered, fighting the pressure behind my ears and eyes.

“My dear, you being harmed is exactly what I am trying to prevent.”

“What are you? Am I dead?”

“I'll explain everything, okay? Please come back inside,” he pleaded, offering me his hand. My strength was fading fast. Deciding that the risk of trusting this stranger was preferable to collapsing in his doorway, I took it.

+++

Like the bedroom I had awoken in, the lighthouse kitchen was filled with sunlight as I sat at the table. Riding above the ever-present scents of sea, stone, and paper, the dining room air was thick with bergamot and lavender.

“I know it's summer, but I drink hot tea year-round. Would you like some?” he asked.

I suddenly became aware of just how thirsty I was, having been unconscious for so long, followed immediately by a frantic jog down the longest staircase of my life.

“Please,” I croaked.

I watched the back of the cloud-man’s head as he prepared the tea, my brain immediately connecting the loud whistle I had awoken to with his old-fashioned kettle.

He took a seat across from me, porcelain clattering softly as he placed the teacup and saucer in front of me. I sipped, relieved at the familiar and comforting flavor of earl grey.

“Listen… I'm… very sorry. It's really my fault you ended up here… that you got hurt.”

I looked up from my tea, brow furrowed. His eyes were pained as he stared at the vinyl kitchen floor.

“I was collecting sea glass and I lost track of time. When it's dark, humans can't really see me, so I usually do it at night,” he glanced up at me, the faintest hint of blue tinting under his eyes, “when I saw you watching me, I was just going to disappear into the water… but then I saw you hit the end of the pier. You hit it so hard. I got to you before you fell into the water, but you were already unconscious. I didn't know what to do... so I brought you here, to my lighthouse.”

His face was a mask of apprehension and regret. I had no memory of hitting the guardrail, but it did explain the bruise across my stomach.

He continued, “I’m not a medical doctor, but I've read many of your medical textbooks. I… examined you, while you were unconscious, to make sure you weren't seriously injured. Professionally, of course!” The blue tint under his eyes deepened and spread a bit as he stole another glance at me. Was he blushing?

I offered a humorless laugh. “Well, I'm glad you didn't take me to the hospital, my insurance doesn't cover that, and god knows I can't afford it. I've fallen off my skateboard before, it's no biggie. I'm sore, but I don't think it's, like, serious,” I supplied casually, trying to comfort him.

He perked up, just a little.

“I'm really very sorry, and I'm sorry if I scared you, too. I know that seeing me must have been quite a shock. I've read many of your books, and watched you on TV and on the computer, but I've never met a human before.”

Reality began to settle on me. I still wasn't totally convinced that I wasn't flailing in midair, moments from death and hallucinating vividly, but if this was real… then this was the coolest shit that had ever happened to me.

“Even – and perhaps, especially – if am about to die, what's the harm in playing along?” I thought.

“What… are you?” I asked.

He brightened a bit more, even managing a shy smile now.

“I believe in your language, the closest word to describe me would be ‘elemental.’ I learned that from one of your Dungeons and Dragons books. And, I do actually have a name,” he gained a bit of confidence here, giving a little hand flourish, followed by a bow, “Doctor Avery Nimbus, at your service.”

I giggled, and as I did, Avery’s face lit up; his grin was so big, it curved his eyes into half-moons. For a moment, I could swear the room was brighter, and a warmth spread through my chest.

He proceeded, “And you are…?”

“Well, my name is Casper. I'm just your regular ol, garden-variety human.”

“Casper, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said, extending a hand across the table. I clasped it gently, his large hand almost completely enveloping mine. His skin had an interesting texture, too; it was cold and soft, much softer than human skin, and I could feel the swirling tempest beneath it, like storm winds against a window pane. He held my hand for just a tick longer than I expected. By the time I looked up, he was already looking away.

“Ah… it's starting to get dark, now. I should take you home,” he said softly.

I frowned. I had so many more questions. A pit grew in my stomach as I thought of returning to the mundanity of my life after this experience, but I couldn't just drop everything, could I…? Besides, I was afraid of overstaying my welcome. I had been sleeping in his bed for hours.

“How do I even get home? You said there's no way off this island, and I didn't see a boat out there…”

Avery beamed again. This time, there was a sly twinkle in his pale eyes.

“Allow me to show you.”

+++

I gasped as Avery hoisted me into his arms, easily carrying me princesses-style despite my extra pounds. The night wrapped around us like a star-studded cloak, Avery's body nearly invisible in the darkness. He stood on the rocky edge of the tiny island, the crashing waves spraying us with salty mist.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Oh, god… as I'll ever be,” I whined, my hand clutching the fabric of his shirt.

“Then here we go~!”

With that, Avery leapt upward with incredible force, propelling us into the night sky. My stomach dropped as I squealed, memories of the drop-tower ride at my hometown amusement park flooding my mind. I hated that ride, but my brother always made me go with him. Avery was trembling, though, and it took a moment for me to realize it was because he was giggling.

“I always love takeoffs,” he tittered, and then began to walk across the air in slow, bouncing leaps. The cool night wind caressed my cheeks as I leaned into his chest, blushing and grateful he couldn't see it in the dark. Looking down on the city below us, I could see where the black of the shore met the twinkling yellow of the boardwalk lights. In that moment, I forbade any further notion of this being a hallucination; even if it wasn't real, I was going to live as though it was.

+++

My feet kissed the ground just outside of my door. Looking up, I stared into the glittering blackness of Avery's face, the bits of ice in his cloud-head catching the lights around the apartment courtyard.

“Will I see you again?” I asked.

“If you like, certainly.”

“Can you come back tomorrow night?” I blurted out, blushing brightly -- and now, there was definitely enough light for him to see it.

For the first time, Avery laughed a real, genuine laugh. It was a symphony that started as a tinkling of giggles, crescendoing into a hearty boom that rattled my chest like a thunder clap, tickling my ears and making them flush.

“Absolutely, dewdrop.”

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zerozerozio · 1 year

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Check-up

A sfw fluffy tf2 fanfic in which Heavy discovers that Medic is ticklish.

word count: 1,786 (estimated read time of 12 minutes)

I'm not much of an author, but I had fun writing this very self-indulgent story. I hope you enjoy it! I needed more content of these two so I resorted to making it myself lol

Heavy sat comfortably on a swivel chair in Medic's office. The sun had nearly set by now, and things were (for once) pretty calm. He was absentmindedly rubbing the feathers on Archimedes' head, who appreciated the attention very much. Medic sat a few feet away, quietly finishing up some paperwork. The two had sat in comfortable silence for a while, but Heavy decided to break it now and discuss his thoughts.

"Doktor, how do you give medical care to yourself?" Heavy spoke softly without looking up from the dove.

The sudden noise slightly startled the other man, taking him out of his focused state. He considered the question for a moment before responding.

"Well, I just examine my own body in a similar way I do to you and the rest of our team. I also have the benefit of feeling firsthand any pain or symptoms that may not be measurable on another person."

Heavy nodded, now turning to look over at the doctor.

"I see, this makes sense." He paused briefly. "But isn't Doktor supposed to see other doctors as well?"

Medic turned his chair towards Heavy. He had one leg crossed over the other in his lap and was tapping a pen on his knee absentmindedly.

"Yes, this is true. However, I do not have the resources in our particular situation to accomplish that, so I make do." Medic responded, waving his hands about as he spoke and occasionally shifting his gaze between Heavy and the ceiling.

Heavy thoughtfully nodded again, but then his face morphed into a playful grin.

"Perhaps one of your colleagues here could be of assistance. I would be happy to help you, Doktor." he replied, flashing a coltish smirk and dramatically placing his hand on his chest.

Medic smiled and raised an eyebrow, proceeding to turn his chair back towards his work.

"Well, thank you, mein Freund, but you aren't exactly qualified to do such a task."

Heavy stood up from his chair, allowing Archimedes to fly off, and walked towards the smaller man, playful smile still present.

"Ah, but technically, you are not either, Doktor."

Medic barked a short laugh at that; he got him there. He shook his head, starting at his work again.

"You know what I mean, Heavy."

However, Heavy wasn't finished pestering him. Besides, his Doktor had been working for far too long now anyway, he aught to take a break. Heavy placed a hand on Medic's shoulder and spoke again.

"I could try at the very least, Doktor. Your health is important to me!"

"Ja, ja..."

Medic shook his head light-heartedly once more as he continued writing something on the paper in front of him.

"I mean it, Doktor!" No, he didn't. Well, he did care about Medic's wellbeing, but he wasn't actually worried. Heavy was confident in his lover's ability to take care of himself, at least in a medical sense. Heavy was happy to occasionally remind him to eat and sleep, though, due to how much time the man spent working.

"Heavy should help you, wouldn't want you to miss a broken rib or something!" Heavy joked, poking Medic's ribs for emphasis. Medic tensed up and jerked away from the touch, and even dropped his pen.

Heavy pulled his hand away quickly, his eyes full of concern and a bit of curiosity. Was the doctor actually hurt? Had Heavy not been gentle enough?

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I am sorry, I didn't mean to -"

He was cut off.

"No, no, Heavy. I'm fine, really. I just..."

Medic trailed off, searching hopelessly for words. He wouldn't dare turn and face the man beside him.

Heavy was still rather worried.

"If you are not hurt, then why did you react this way?"

He cautiously reached down to gently prod the doctor's ribs once more. Immediately, Medic pulled away, and surprisingly, he even let out a quiet yelp.

Heavy stood with his eyebrows knit in confusion for a moment before he suddenly understood. His smile returned. This time, however, it was infinitely more mischievous.

"Doktor." Heavy spoke in a calm and sweet tone.

Scheiße, Medic swore internally. He quickly looked for a way out of the situation before Heavy spoke again, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"You are ticklish, aren't you, Doktor?" Heavy's grin could be heard through every word.

Medic's face flushed and his eyes widened. He had somewhat known about this sensitivity of his from past experiences, but no one had ever triggered the reaction on purpose. Medic was close to very few people in his life, so the idea of Heavy or the other mercenaries founding out hadn't really occurred to him.

Heavy leaned over to look at him, bringing him back to reality, and Medic turned away, frozen in place. This reaction had likely given Heavy his answer, but Medic spoke up, still very much avoiding eye contact. A simple "No." was all he could manage through his bashful expression.

Heavy found this situation to be very endearing and decided to have some fun. "Hmm, I see." Heavy feigned a serious tone.

"Well, I should continue with your check-up then, дa?"

"Wh- what?" Medic sputtered.

Just a second later, he stood up abruptly and began to run across the room, giggling nervously. Heavy followed just behind him and chuckled as well.

Medic ducked and hid behind several cabinets and pieces of equipment, being as careful as he could not to crash into anything. Once Heavy had caught up to him, he picked up the smaller man and raised him into the air with ease. Medic squealed and kicked his legs a bit.

"Wait, wait, Heavy, please!" his voice was higher in pitch as he laughed in anticipation.

"What is wrong, Doktor?" Heavy said happily. "I just need to make sure that you are in good health."

Heavy began curling his fingers into the other's sides, careful as not to hurt him. Medic fought weakly, covering his mouth with one hand.

He attempted to speak, "This- this is ridiculous! Let-" he fell into a fit of laughter. "Let me go!"

Heavy laughed with him and began to tease him in a mock-serious tone once more.

"You seem to have many abnormalities, Doktor. Heavy thinks full examination is required!"

Medic's face was entirely red, down his neck and ears as well. He wasn't used to this kind of playful treatment. He certainly didn't mind it, though, to be honest.

Heavy sat down onto the nearby couch and laid Medic across his lap, continuing to tickle him. Heavy held Medic's hands out of the way easily with one arm, and began to scratch lightly around his ribs with the other. Medic howled with laughter and wiggled in place. Heavy thought he looked absolutely adorable and was thoroughly enjoying the unfiltered joy on his beloved Doktor's face.

Medic's hair was a mess, and his glasses were foggy and out of place. He was beautiful. Heavy paused his onslaught for a moment to remove the other man's glasses and place them safely on a table across from them. Then he pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Medic just laid still, panting with residual laughter. However, the break was short-lived.

"Hmm, what does this button do?" Heavy jested as he began prodding his finger into the other's belly button.

Medic practically screamed with laughter, "HEAVY, BITTE! HEAVY!" Although, he wasn't really sure what he was asking for. This whole experience was foreign to him, and while he would never admit it, he was honestly enjoying it.

Heavy just giggled along with him and continued scribbling his large hands all across his torso, rapidly alternating between spots. Heavy was an experienced tickle monster, what with being the older brother of three younger sisters.

When Medic began kicking his legs out, Heavy simply moved his hand down to squeeze his thighs and knees. This proved to be rather effective as Medic started to yell some gibberish through his laughter; it may have been German, but it was incomprehensible regardless.

Now it was time for a big finish.

Heavy adjusted his position a bit and pulled up Medic's shirt to reveal his stomach. The helpless, giggling Medic noticed this and began to push harder at Heavy's arm, still holding his own in place. But the tickling had weakened him, and he wasn't as strong as Heavy in normal circumstances, so naturally, he didn't move much.

Heavy looked Medic in the eyes with a wide smile before he leaned over to blow a long raspberry right in the middle of his belly. Medic practically melted in Heavy's lap. His laughter was nearly silent and there were tears streaming down his face. He looked so happy and carefree that the larger man almost wished he had a camera.

Heavy pulled his shirt back down and rubbed affectionately on the area. Medic's breathing began to slow down, a few giggles still slipping out occasionally. Heavy moved his arms and sat the doctor up on his lap. He held the other's back comfortingly and rubbed his hands soothingly as he calmed down.

Heavy worried he had gone a bit overboard; he knew Medic was a strong man, but Heavy would never want to make him uncomfortable.

"Did I go too far?" he asked meekly.

Medic opened his eyes to look at the other man, the smile never leaving his face.

"No, it's okay, mein Schatz," he reassured, "I think I needed that. Although now I am rather worn out."

He looked over at his desk thoughtfully, though it was rather blurry without his glasses.

"Perhaps we can lay here for a while then?"

Medic looked back at him and sighed. As usual, Medic felt he should be working, but his current exhaustion and the utter cosiness of the Russian bear before him convinced him otherwise. So he nodded at Heavy and adjusted his position on top of him. Heavy was pleased as he lay back across the couch, extending his arms as an offer to hold the other. Medic complied, laying his head down against Heavy's chest. He could hear the sound of his augmented heart beating softly; Medic found it to be comforting.

Heavy chuckled softly, and Medic could feel the vibrations underneath him.

"I had no idea you were so ticklish." he taunted.

Medic furrowed his eyebrows, attempting (and failing) to look stern.

"Oh, please. It's a very common defence mechanism rooted in protection against vulnerable areas of the body."

"Is cute." Heavy stated simply.

Medic just huffed at that, but his peaceful state was unwavering. They felt warm and safe cuddled up in eachothers arms like this, and within minutes, they had fallen asleep.

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002yb · 1 year

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Current thoughts: Dick and Jay just having a casual intimacy because they have virtually no boundaries with each other. It's nothing dirty but it so close and open that it feels private (a soft brush of lips to eyelids and forehead, hands anchored to waist or arms to pull each other closer when they talk, skin to skin - sharing warmth and smiles - eye contact and reverent lovelorn expressions as the other presses callused fingertips to their face)

And nobody really thinks twice because for them its like breathing - inhale and they see each other across the room, exhale and their in each other's orbit. Until one day someone not used to their dynamic points out “hey their awfully comfortable huh” and suddenly its everywhere.

Idk just, them and indulgent trusting intimacy, because its you reverent looks- because I love you touches.

(人´∀｀)+ﾟ:｡ﾟ+ s o s o f t +ﾟ:｡ﾟ+(´ ⌣ ` ʃƪ )

Anon's current thoughts are a gift to my ask omgggggg my heart wasn't prepared for such warm and gentle feelings!! Ahhhhhh thank you for sharing; this is so evocative I can't stop rereading hahaha.

Nothing needs to be added on to this masterpiece, but I'm such a sucker for casual intimacies (and more indulgent intimacies lol). It's just. Their relationship isn't something easily defined - it just is what it is. ;U; So sometimes they're ornery with each other, purposefully pushing and taunting and tormenting just to get a rise from each other (roughhousing and playfighting, games of chase as they snicker and cackle as they triumph or are met with a playful comeuppance).

Sometimes they're soft together, easy comforts and easier affections. Thoughtless touches, fleeting and lingering. Fixing each others' clothes (Dick evening out the drawstring of Jason's hoodie, Jason rolling up Dick's sleeves and getting flustered by Dick's forearm and wrist and pulling down the sleeves again because omg meanwhile Dick is ?? then lol i'm sorry i couldn't help myself; tucking in tags, laughing over mismatched socks) and hair (fringe checks, fluffing up flat spots from impromptu naps; musing hair only to restyle it into some semblance of put-together). Saddling up next to each other, shoulder to shoulder or maybe the entire line of their bodies. Resting their heads on each other's shoulders; resting themselves bodily in the cradle of each other's chests.

Backing up to feet because LOL okay because games of footsies, or simply just bumping the sides of their feet together because any thing more would be too much. ///A//// But also, shoving each other with sock-clad feet. Dick playfully kicking Jason's butt as he walks by (and Jason grabbing Dick by the ankle and making Dick hop around in retaliation hahaha). But most importantly!! Toe curls. Specifically Jason toe curls where he gets shy and just curls his bitty toes. ;U; Another most importantly, but for real this time!! Dick casually squeezing Jason's foot. Thoughtless foot rubs and the endearment that follows when Jason proves to be ticklish.

Sometimes they're just dumb. Young and wild and wanting. Crowding one another's space, nearly close enough to give each other butterfly kisses, to feel the vibrations of each others' laughter. Softer - at a distance, looking for each other in a crowd. Finding each other through an endless stream of strangers and being helpless but to smile.

Oh no, help. I've forgotten what I was writing it just became dickjay thoughts with no actual rhyme or reason. This was seriously lovely though, thank you so much, anon!! Please feel free to share your thoughts again ahhhhhhh they're the s o f t e s t and I adored every moment of reading them. ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡

#dickjay #jaydick #dick grayson #jason todd #anon

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pepperthebepper · 9 months

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HI!! A SIGZAI SHIPPER omg this makes me so happy

May I request tkl headcanons for Sigzai? I rarely see content for them </3

No pressure, take your time, have a nice day!!

Of course and you too!☺️

Also I suck at spelling sorry

Where their least to most ticklish spot

Sigma

Thighs: 4.5

Hands: 5

Waist 6.5

Ribs: 7.5

Armpits: 7.5

Feet: 8.5

Ears:9.5

Neck: 9.5

Knees: 11

Dazai

Feet: 1

Armpits: 3

Thighs: 4

Knees: 4

Ribs: 6.5

Hands: 7

Neck: 9.5

Ears: 10

Lee Sigma

I feel like Sigma would probably be more ticklish than Dazai, not by a lot cause their both very ticklish

Very easily flustered like just ticking would fluster him to to the bedrock to the sky limit in Minecraft

To please most of the lee sigma fans (and myself) I must say I would enjoy being ticked and would hate if people found out

Ler Sigma

Would be a very gentle ler and if anyone said stop he would amidiatly stop

Would get flustered by the lee laughing which is hilarious to witness

To shy to tickle someone

Lee Dazai

Love's being ticked for to actually feeling happy and not acting for once

As much for liking it he can not handle it for the life of him lol

Not as easily flustered as Sigma though he is easily flustered as well

Ler Dazai

BIGGEST LER NO ONE CAN ESCAPE. Like the first time he tickles sigma, sigma nearly passed out

He is the biggest teaser in the world like not even people who can't get flustered get that title revoked from them

Mean ler and would not give their lee a break unless necessary

I'M DONE MY MOTIVATION IS DEAD AND UP AROUND THE CORNER WITH MY WILL TO FINISH MY VIDEO AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE HEADCANNON BYE 👋☺️

#tickle bsd #bsd #bsd tickle #lee!dazai #ler!Dazai #lee!sigma #ler!sigma

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magicaltickles · 2 months

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5, 6, 15, 16, 20. Feeling a bit greedy today :p

Holy jesus sprite. You're mean, you know that? /aff

5. A spot that gets you squealing?

Already answered HA

6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?

Mmm idk let's test out where I'm actually ticklish first and then I'll worry about that after lol. That being said, I hope it's over 15 min lol

15. What do you love about the lees you know?

Am I gonna use the same three people for this one and 16? Yes. Deal with it.

@sprite-periodt yes I'm tagging you in your own ask. I love your reaction images and how easy it is to get you giggly <3 all I need to do is one simple insinuation that my fingers might wiggle on your tummy and you're already flustered! It's adorable, if you ask me

@redderthanatomato my love with the actual cutest laughs and giggles and person number 1 I crave to get my hands on. I love how you'll mimick my hand teases onto your own belly and follow my instructions when I tell you how to tickle yourself. You're so adorable and god I wanna squeeze you.

@dbear2 I only recently saw you in a lee mood, but I have to say, it is so cute. You'll deny deny deny but then send a message about how you wouldn't fight back and it makes me smile every time. Derek and Em tickle fight when

16. What do you love about the lers you know?

Again same people lol I just love these three too much 💜

Sprite, you and red teaming up is mean and rude and should never always happen. I always think about how you said that I was a big reason you found out you're a switch and it's always so hfhdbs

Red, my beloved, you know all the techniques I think lmao. If there's someone who can make me face down in a pillow, it's you. I also love how you picked up the cues that I'm not having as much fun/not really in the mood and you'll always praise me if I safe word out of a rp. I love you, mwah

Derek, another person who I regret putting myself in a gc w red lies. Your teases??? Immaculate. Never fail to make me tingly and ahdvh. I love our friendship and that you let me be a brat with you lol. Oh, and you're short 😝

20. Are you/Do you like Polite Lees or Bratty Lees? (Asking for tickles vs Pissing someone off for tickles)

Literally every single person I tagged can tell anyone exactly what I am lol. I don't think I'm capable of being normal and asking for tickles, it's brat all the way bb

#fairy sprite ✨#em's in a lee mood #og posts #sfw tickling #tickle #em got an ask <3 #tickle fluff #ask game #tickle thoughts

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amazingmsme · 2 months

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Oh no I accidentally wrote a whole lil drabble 😭 The Ler! Hermes brainrot is real man

Omg they're talking about which Gods scare them the most and Polites says a typical answer like the big 3, and Odysseus teases him about how he's shocked it isn't Hermes cause he's so ticklish. Polites gets flustered and enacts some fake bravado to hide it like

“Why would I be scared of a lame God like that? I'm not that ticklish-”

Eurylochus raises his eyebrows and chuckles like “Yeah, okay buddy. Whatever you say.”

Polites gets a lil defensive and pouty.

“I'm not!! Hermes doesn't scare me, okay? Zeus is way scarier-”

Famous last words lol. Hermes catches wind of the interaction, perhaps on a typical check in of Odysseus or in search of Athena and decides to have some fun. He lingers on the edge of Polites’ periphery, making him question if he's seeing what he thinks he's seeing and he eventually goes to Odysseus to confirm and maybe ask him to go away so he doesn't have to. Odysseus just winces sympathetically and laughs at him, a hand on his shoulder as his eyes twinkle mischievously.

“Ahh, that's Hermes alright. But you should be fine, right? You said you weren't scared of him. Good luck~”

Polites is left gaping after him at the betrayal and Hermes decides now is the time so he just poofs into existence and smiles innocently at him, waving Odysseus’ way who's watching with amusement.

“So; I heard you're not scared of me? Awfully bold for a Human with your…”

He trails off as his eyes scan him up and down and a smirk quirks his lips, already making Polites want to giggle.

“sensitivities. Though perhaps it's not too surprising, you do seem to gain quite a bit of enjoyment out of the whole arrangement, don't you?”

He laughs at the blush and frantic shh'ing that earns him as Eurylochus and Odysseus snicker and whispher amongst each other from afar.

“Oh trust me, my friend, they're already well aware. Why do you think they bully you so? Perhaps that's why you saw fit to provoke me as well, hm?”

Polities shakes his head as he backs away, a shaky smile already on his face.

“No, no! Of course not, your Grace, your Highness- I-I just-”

“Hermes is fine. They weren't exaggerating; you truly are downright endearing. I'll let you in a little secret, since I'm feeling charitable. You know, I don't even have to lay a hand on you to tickle you?”

He winks, and with a wave of his hand, Polities squeals and jumps away from what feels like a poke at his ribs, quickly followed by another and another until he's dancing in place trying to dodge the phantom tickles. Poor Polites is a flustered, jumbled mess.

“Point proven, point proven!! Please!”

Hermes hums in mock thought; smirking.

“Mm, Mm, much better! But enlighten me. Who's the scariest God again~?”

Politics feels a feather at his neck, and shrieks briefly as something squeezes his hips.

“Yhohohohou, you, Hermes!”

Hermes giggles and with another wave of his hand, the sensations stop, leaving him to crumple to the floor. Hermes leaves him with a water skin and a knowing, dare I say, fond smile and a ruffle of his hair.

“Good boy; do try to keep that in mind, yes? Ta-ta~!”

He disappears as quickly as he came and Odysseus and Eurylochus help him up, trying to hold back laughter of their own.

Eurylochus discreetly gives Odysseus his winnings for not holding out against Hermes behind his back. Then they both tease him.

“...See? Even the Gods think you're cute. Now you really can't deny it.”

“Looks like you were cursed after all~”

Polities just covers his face and groans, pouting, knowing they're never gonna let him live this down.

“Leave me alone…”

Ahhh I totally flustered myself writing this send help 😳

YOU FLUSTERED ME TOO OMG THAT WAS SO GOOOOOD! I can totally see them playing a silly game like that & finding any excuse to tease Polites, it’s just so fitting!

& the way he’s so defensive about it, going as far as to call him lame & downplaying his own sensitivity. But I like to imagine the Gods have a radar whenever someone mentions them & Hermes is curious & peeks in just to see Polites basically shit talking him & he can’t let that fly!

He’s so smug & teasy kxsjkzbdjd poor Polites can’t even defend himself! This is seriously amazing, I’m gonna reread it immediately!

#asks #thelaughtercafe #epic headcanons #hermes #polites #odysseus #eurylochus #epic musical #epic fic #epic tickle fic #ticklish!polites

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madfantasy · 1 year

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Dear blogging

Wish you ease and comfort, and all that you desire.

I've been trying not to fall again into the dissociative zombie trance I freeze in, but I only can fight it so much considering..

Even just typing what I think of a butter milk lolly I tried first time seems to be the most pointless thing in the world.. such as my view on me still inhabiting it.. like how ever or whatever I say or do, there's no point, there's no outcome, there's no reason in bothering...

The festival wasn't very festive and even tho struggling to find commissions to cover any not net bill expense, I managed to get something to do something new for it— makeup

I have a long list of trying things for the first time and makeup was on there, I'm all for it in the name of self expression and refinery, and to me especially I always wanted to try nd do even beyond that. But now I tried it, it seems like I need a new set of hands cuz my god, what is drawing in reverse AND on a stretchy surface such as the skin.

I got myself and siblings some and arrived in time for the festival. No body humoured me as much as i hoped, and my guardians being the supportive bunch they be even laughed at— which I already know— my screwed application. Even with their encouragement to keep it on, I promptly wiped it off and did not bother with makeup after.

Just in the past few days I started using lipstick more and I noticed it helped me stop chewing on my lips, which is a nice positive to get out of it. Also I'm in love /hate relationship with the way the brush feels on my face, it's relaxing but suddnly feels too ticklish to continue, idk. At least I've been enjoying my kit as if I bought new art tools and hope to have more colors with time and get better at it.

Like finding out things like— lipgloss freaking burns or numb your lips and that's ON PURPOSE?? I worried I was having a reaction cuz i picked brands randomly & as cheap as possible, tried to get one of everything, and as you can see I have allowed my red-black pallet fixation control my choices. Like eyeshadows being mostly reddish I thought it will look super vibrant on me, but they turned very complementary on my skin tone, hehe. And those nail polish removal stuff, they kill my fingers, just by using them daily, that aside the disgusting feeling of rubbing my nail with wet tissue — PURE AGONY.

My charms too arrived, the ones I've ordered with my new phone and have long gave up on seeing again cuz they seemed to never arrive. It something dear to me, i wanted to put before me symbols of the ones to treasure who commissioned me and helped me get a new phone. Which was something also I first time try— accessorising my phone.

Bee for Ka 🐝 kitty for Katty 🐈 the mask 🎭 as a representation of the death eaters life I enjoyed illustrating with VanMarky, V for my precious Vee, and so on. It escaped my notice that I need pliers to fix them into the chain lol so they remain loose for now..

Now i added another vid to upload for the day i hope it doesn't torment me, im tired of seeing this as an always occurrence, it's not helping, but keeping me longer into this festering mental decline..

I'm happy that the 100$+ net subscription cost I barely have each month paying off 8D

Sorry fir being so hopless, trying to live to art..

5 a.m. 3.5.2023. Tummy hurt

#text #drawing journal #personal

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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I'm so so glad that you are taking requests, now I got plenty plenty ideas! But unfortunately, I don't wanna scare you lol. So I'm just going with the one running on my mind for a while-

Since you want the requests to be precise, here you go!

Pairing : Natsu/Lucy(cause they're the best duh)

Prompt : We all know that Lucy has somehow gotten the idea that Natsu is incapable of romance so in this story, Natsu somehow learns about her misconception and it makes him feel uncomfortable for some reasons. But he doesn't quite realise what he feels so he chooses to not think much about it. Meanwhile Lucy decides that she needs to put some boundary in their relationship since it's painful for her to confine her own feelings. I'm implying the regular physical contact between them(cuddles, sleeping in one bed, close proximity). She doesn't wanna ruin their precious friendship for the sake of her supressed emotions. Hence she slowly starts trying to move on, which she can't. Natsu finds it all too confusing and frustrating. He can't bring himself to imagine someone else with Lucy.

And I'm a big Gratsu brotp fan, Gray gets what's going on and helps out Natsu. You can write their convo as per your choice! Finally Natsu understands and in the end, talks to Lucy.

Hope you can finish it soon!

Time To Talk [NaLu]

an: Hi Anon! Firstly, I am so sorry it has taken me this long to get around to writing this for you!! Secondly, this is my first ever ask on tumblr so I hope I've done okay? I didn't anticipate it would turn out this long, and to be fair I probably could have made it longer but I reined myself in! XD

pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

warnings: SFW, fluff, angst, Natsu is oblivious, Gray is a good friend, just wholesome feelings being discovered, lil fight between ice and fire, injuries and a lil blood

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A dull ache added to each beat of his heart. He didn’t understand it, why did it hurt? Rubbing the spot on his chest where his heart lay beneath, he frowned and replayed the conversation he had overheard, although he was sure he was not meant to.

“You don’t get it Mira, Natsu, he – he just isn’t capable of feeling the way I do. It hurts but I have to put a halt to this before I drown in my own misery.”

Natsu had pondered those words for the past few days, puzzling over what exactly Lucy had been trying to say and coming up with a big fat nothing. True indeed that the Fire Dragon Slayer was more than a little dense, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was simply inexperienced.

Entirely unaccustomed to emotions more complex than happiness, sadness, anger, fear and familial love, it was not surprising that he chose to ignore the pang in his heart whenever his hand brushed against Lucy’s. Oblivious to why his stomach flitted nervously with enormous bat-like moths whenever they were parted, which gave way to ticklish wing strokes of dainty butterflies when they were finally reunited.

He knew that Lucy meant more to him than the rest of his beloved Fairy Tail family, but when he tried to define it, he couldn’t. It was like the words were stuck fast in his throat, choking him until he was blue in the face and it was maddening for the poor boy.

It was dragging him down, making him grumpy and abrasive to those around him.

His callous roughened hands curled into tight fists, eyeing the prominent veins that stood proud against his tanned skin and wished for a good brawl. A fight with someone that could take his intensity, absorb his flames and throw back an equal amount of power. Something, anything to take his mind off this problem that he had no idea how to even start to unravel – let alone resolve.

Gray!

Ruffling his vividly pink hair, he grinned his signature toothy grin but it was not full of good humour this time, oh no, he had come up with a plan to hopefully squash all thought of Lucy’s words out of his head. If he could not solve the problem, he would knock it from his head and who better to engage in a physical smackdown than Gray Fullbuster.

He just had to go find him…

Lucy sighed.

This was harder than she had anticipated. She had meant what she said to Mira, it was more than time that she place some boundaries on her ‘relationship’ with Natsu. Could you even call it a relationship? Honestly, she didn’t know at this point.

It felt wrong to say it was only a friendship; it wasn’t normal for a male and female to share a bed more often than they slept separately. To wake up in the mornings entwined in limbs that did not belong to their own body, basking in the bodily heat that the other provided in a way that spoke much more than a platonic friendship.

Lucy felt the safest when she was physically touching Natsu, innocent enough with hands that brushed against one another until that alone had not been enough. The contact evolved into quick hugs and then into arms that remained draped around shoulders and waists long past the point that would seem appropriate.

The last thing she wished to do was jeopardise the friendship that they did have, she would box up her own swelling feelings for her precious Salamander, and swallow them down. A bitter pill indeed, but it would be for the best. How long she could have gone on pining for someone that she was confident would never return her feelings, she wasn’t sure, but it was best not to find out.

Yet, it was like dying a thousand deaths when she bore witness to the mixture of hurt and confusion that etched upon his face when she denied him entry to her bed. Forced him to curl up on her sofa instead, a sofa that was much too small to contain his hulking mass but it was either that or the floor.

The scrunch above the bridge of his nose, sharp eyebrows drawn low into a frown and his lips tipped down as if he had tasted something unpleasant on his tongue. It hurt, every intimate detail that she noted was an individual agony, but she resolved to follow through.

It’s for the best…

Lucy tried to remind herself of this fact in the dead of the night; listening to the ferocious draconic snores of the Dragon Slayer in the next room. Sleep refused to come to her, dancing around her restless form that was much too small within this bed. Her fingers grabbed for the pillow that Natsu used, dragging it to her chest and nuzzling her face into the downy soft material. Inhaling that all too familiar scent of campfires that tickled her nose in the most addicting way and letting the tears fall freely.

Why couldn’t you love me like I love you, Natsu?

“What you staring at Ice Princess?”

Gray turned to spot an agitated looking Natsu. He cocked an eyebrow, watching intently as the pink haired idiot smacked his fists together until they ignited. The flames wreathed his hands, dancing their ritualistic war dance along his skin until they reached his muscled shoulders.

This was getting excessive now.

The Ice Mage was used to bouts of aggression with Natsu, the pair of them always keen to square off and prove who was the better mage, but this smacked of something else entirely. Barely a day went by without the two of them being dragged apart by Erza, and on one occasion, even Master Makarov had intervened.

Something was wrong, he could sense it like an approaching thunderstorm. The air was as thick as molasses, sticky on the skin and dragging the oxygen from the lungs until they burned.

His eye twitched as Natsu bumped into his chest with his own, their forehead inches from colliding and then he noticed it. The faint purplish colour under the Salamander’s blazing obsidian eyes, the near-constant grind of his sharp jaw and the sadness that he was trying to mask with his aggression.

Gray had known that Lucy was not her usual self either. Similar to how Natsu appeared, she was tired and often close to tears over apparently nothing. He was a smart man and putting two and two together, the answer was clear enough. Things were not as rosy as they normally were between the princess and her dragon. He would get to the bottom of this, but first, a good beat down sounded like fun.

He played along with the pathetic lure that Natsu had baited him with, knowing that the fiery male would be more willing to open up if he were to be physically exhausted.

“Staring at a pathetic piece of shit, that’s what!”

The fists flew in a flurry of movement; connecting with steely jaws and hardened stomachs. Ice met fire, the opposing elements engaging in a battle of their own. Fireballs flew in every direction, Natsu was getting sloppy in his technique and it worried Gray. He had to bring this to a close quickly.

“Ice Make – Ice Geyser” the raven haired male roared.

He leapt back as the ground around Natsu erupted with deadly looking ice spikes. His opponent managed to dodge the worst of them, as he had predicted he would, but he was not at his best. Ice wrapped around his left ankle and quickly coursed up his leg until he was immobilised from the waist down on one side.

Natsu panted heavily, his chest heaving with every breath he took and a nasty swelling already blooming over his right eye from an uppercut that Gray had landed earlier in the fight. A trickle of blood oozed from his cut brow and bathed the side of his face in blood. Cuts around the eye always had the worst way of making it look so much worse than it actually was.

“Feeling better?” Gray asked as he slowly melted the ice to free his friend.

The pink haired male fell to his knees and then back onto his butt. He pulled his knees up to his chest and linked his arms around his thighs whilst his cheek rested atop. Gray dropped to the dusty ground, giving Natsu enough space to not feel crowded but close enough to reassure him that he was willing to listen.

“Not really man,” came the quiet reply.

Manifesting a small lump of ice, he wrapped it in his discarded top and offered it to the Dragon Slayer.

“Something wrong with you and Lucy? I was sure you guys were as solid as a rock…”

Natsu scoffed as he pressed the makeshift icepack to his swollen eye.

“You tell me, I – I just don’t know what has changed. If I’ve done or said something that I shouldn’t have. Fuck, I wanted to forget about this but I overheard a conversation between Lucy and Mira. I still don’t understand it but it won’t leave my head. I thought that beating it out would be best, but you can see how well that has worked.”

The words poured from his mouth like a dam bursting its banks. He pounded his bloodied fist against the ground, kicking up dirt and small pebbles under the intensity of his strength.

“What did she say?” Gray asked tentatively, not wishing to interrupt but needing more context than he had been given so far.

Natsu reiterated the words he had heard and Gray understood immediately. This was just like him, he couldn’t see what was right in front of his face. Oblivious wasn’t the right definition, for he knew it was there, more like overwhelmed and uncertain.

“Fucksake… Natsu.”

“What?! What the fuck am I missing here? Will someone just tell me?! I cannot stand the not knowing, it’s killing me and Lucy is drifting away from me and I don’t know why,” he yelled, his voice raw with pure unfiltered emotion.

Gray huffed through his nose as he pinched at the bridge to stem the headache that was fast blooming.

“Is Lucy your friend?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course she is!”

“Do you think that she could be more than a friend?”

A look of confusion descended on the portion of Natsu’s face that he could see, and Gray would swear he could see the cogs whirring and grinding in his brain as he scrambled to understand what that meant.

“Let me put it this way flamebrain, how would you feel if you were to walk in on me kissing Lucy? Like passionately kissing, my fingers tangled in her golden hair, pressing my-”

His words were cut off as the Dragon Slayer lunged from his throat.

Gray chuckled darkly as he managed to avoid being grabbed and shackling the enraged male with ice once more.

“Don’t like that thought do you?” he smirked.

“Bring your fucking face here right this second, I want to knock your damn teeth out!” Natsu roared like a feral beast. His face was as vividly pink as his hair, veins popping on his forehead as he strained against his bitterly cold restraints.

“Natsu, calm yourself.

“Listen, man, Lucy thinks that you do not see her as anything other than a friend, but given how you just reacted, I think it’s safe to say that your feelings are more than simply born of friendship. You need to talk to her, she is pushing you away to save her heart. I bet it is killing her to do so, and you need to stop it before it becomes irreparable. Understand?”

The dawn of comprehension was amusing to watch. The metaphorical light bulb moment seemed silly to imagine until it was basically happening in front of his eyes.

The walk along the canal that led Lucy towards the Fairy Tail guildhall was no longer a comfort, instead, her feet felt leaden. She knew he would be there, Natsu had left her apartment earlier in the morning and had not yet returned. Part of her wished to return to bed, to wrap herself tightly in the lingering scent of him on her bedsheets and stay there forever.

Her morose thoughts were interrupted as a blur of motion came barrelling towards her.

As if summoned by her thoughts alone, Natsu stood in front of her, out of breath and looking badly beaten up. The blonde gasped at the wound on his eyebrow and the eye that was practically swollen shut.

“Natsu! What happened? Do you need me to find-”

Time stood still as he interrupted her words to pull her into a tight bear hug. Her feet dangled and for a moment she didn’t know how to react. It didn’t last long as her arms hooked around his neck and she squeezed him in return.

A wealth of tears sprung from her eyes as she lost herself within his embrace, how she had missed this. Lucy buried her face into the soft fabric of his scarf, the intense scent of him filling her to capacity as she let the barricades come tumbling down.

Her heart was in ruins, and she knew right then that she would never be able to stuff these feelings down ever again. She didn’t know what this would mean for their future, and it hurt her to think of having to physically move away to find any semblance of closure or peace.

“Luce,” he mumbled into her hair.

She gasped as she realised he too was inhaling her scent, one hand spearing into her blonde hair, holding her to him as the other crushed her torso to his own.

At long last they parted, her feet once again kissed the ground and she hesitantly met his gaze.

“We’ve gotta talk Luce, let’s go home.”

#delirious writes #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu #nalu fluff #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail #natsu x lucy #gray fullbuster

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Is it okay for gaming babysitting a child reader? If you have the time ofc!

( this is totally not the person who requested early mornings with gaming) :D

babysitter!gaming headcannons!

he takes care of you while your parents went out to watch a movie...

babysitter!gaming x child!reader(around 6/7 years)

author's note: THAT IS SUCH A CUTE IDEAAA‼️ idc if it's your first or hundredth time requesting i will always reply and do my best to make something for any of you😭🫶 i kinda rarely get any good ideas for content, so it's usually from me reading other stuff, but when you guys started requesting i was flabbergasted by how much you like my content😭 thanks for reading this rant lol anyway and i hope this is good enough for you<3

"found you!"

-your parents went out to watch some boring romance-musical that lasted for 5hours...

-and they left a babysitter with you!

-he was a "famous" one, known for being really good with kids! (i see him being so good with kids i swear HAVE YOU HEARD HIS VOICELINE ABOUT QIQI???)

-he played with you, wether it was hide and seek, truth or dare, with barbies or with cars, he was with you!

-he made you laugh and smile, there was not a single frown caused by him, other than the one you would have on your face when your parents came back.

-so, the first game of the night that you suggested, was tag.

-you were running around the house, acting as if running for you life, but laughing.

-he was running a bit slower on purpose, he wanted you to win.

-after a while, he sighed dramatically.

-"ah, i'm so tired... you're too fast, are you like- sonic or something-?!" he "breathed heavily" and then chuckled at you acting all proud and confident.

-"well, i'm not, i'm just fast! and your slow! a slowpoke!" you laughed at him, turning around, almost knocking over a very expensive vase.

-the vase then started rocking from side to side, but then...

-gaming "calmed" the vase, and hugged you from behind.

-"caught you!" he laughed teasingly, tickling you.

-"no fair!" you giggled yourself, being extremely ticklish.

-"well, do i get a break, or?" he asked, exhaling.

-"no, hide and seek time, i will hide!" you exclaimed. always having energy.

-"alright, sure. i'll go count to 100 while you hide, okay?" he requested.

-"yes!" you smiled widely.

-and with that, he closed the door to your parents' room, and started counting loudly.

-you ran to the kitchen, hiding in a cabinet near the sink.

-after reaching 100, he started looking for you.

-he was walking around the messy house, saying phrases like "where could you be?" randomly, just to keep you entertained.

-he heard your quiet giggles, and immediately knew where you were, but played along anyway.

-gaming checked the bathroom, your bedroom, behind the tv, behind the couch, but you weren't there!

-then, your parents rang the doorbell.

-you jumped out of your hiding spot, rushing to the door.

-"found you!" he said, running towards you.

-"aaah!" you screamed, a scream mixed with laughter.

-jumping onto him, making him fall to the floor with you.

-"get up! chuckle your parents will-" the door unlocked, opened, and their mouths were slightly open.

-shock in their faces.

-"yayyy! you're both back!" you said, getting up and hugging both of them.

-he sure has a lot of explaining to do...

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this was so fun to write frfr!!!!!!!!!!

first time writing platonic hcs and I LOVE THEMMM

honestly i wish i thought about this myself lol

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin gaming #genshin impact gaming #gaming genshin impact #gaming x reader #gaming #gaming genshin #gaming x gn reader #gaming x you #gaming x gender neutral reader #idk if i have more gaming or lyney hcs lmaooo #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

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f-cat · 2 days

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Hey, Cat!

What's your favorite thing to work on with your art, and why is it your favorite thing?

Do you have a favorite piece of art that you're especially proud of? Why is it your favorite?

What's the most challenging thing to work on when it comes to your art? Why is it so challenging for you?

What brought on the tickling, and tied up fetishes? To be honest I was very indifferent towards this sort of thing, but I have to say I think your art may have awoken something. Which I never thought would have happened lol. Guess it's good to be open minded. Might be because of how amazing your models look.

Hope the last one isn't too personal. Thanks for taking the time to look at and answer these. I'm a big fan and can't wait to how much you improve upon in the future. I've never interacted with you on your platforms like twitter, but I may start doing it soon. Have a nice day!

Hello Anon!

What's your favorite thing to work on with your art, and why is it your favorite thing?

If I had to be honest, some of my favorite things to work on with art are the faces. More so than the situations or other things I put them in. There's nothing more satisfying to me than finishing up the touches of makeup on a model and previewing it to see that it looks good.

Do you have a favorite piece of art that you're especially proud of? Why is it your favorite?

I can't really say I do. I feel like I'm pretty numb when it comes to my own work, and I am often pretty rough on myself when things don't turn out the way I want. Like if I'm spending 3 or 4 hours working on a face and it's just not coming out good, I quit and do something else. But when things do come together, those pieces are often my favorite for a day or two before I start brainstorming something new.

What's the most challenging thing to work on when it comes to your art? Why is it so challenging for you?

Everything is difficult. Sculpting, drawing on makeup, tattoo lines, expressions, posing; there's nothing easy at all, but it's fun to do. If I had to pick the "most difficult," I'd say it's the decision to approach a character in a distinct style. I have mainly a cartoonish "Overwatch" style versus a "hyper-realistic" comic style (I'd like to think), and it's tough deciding who wants to be in what style.

Thank you! I'm glad you're still discovering yourself too! I discovered tickling when I was pretty young through like your typical cartoons, comic books, fiction, etc. Things where certain characters were "in a ticklish dilemma" and I've always wondered "hmm, I wonder what it's like to be in that position." I discovered more and more and started to enjoy the idea of it growing up, and would sometimes write about it. It's weird to say, but I liked the idea of me being a damsel-in-distress; it felt so vintage. In college, people in the community opened up to me about their interests and fetishes (even feet), and I started foot-modeling. All of that pretty much translated to whatever this chaotic representation of my art is. I just sat down and learned it; first with pre-made models, then decided to try to make my own.

Thanks for asking, feel free to drop by to say hi here/Twitter/DeviantArt!

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ticklingmesoftly · 2 months

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been a minute! unfortunately, you’re gonna hate me after this I think lol

🖤✨⭐️

... as long as you don't make me compliment myself, my poor heart can't take it, lmao

🖤: having to sit still, or having to keep your arms up? I very much like both of these options. And they're almost the same, really, lol. But I think I'm going to go with having to sit still, because that can apply to so many other things and spots and is... kind of harder? And also, your arms could still be up during that.

✨: drawing things with pens or painting things with brushes? Both sound super fun awful, but definitely going with brushes for this one. I'm very sensitive and pens have the potential to be too scratchy. Brushes, on the other hand? *shivers* I've only ever had a makeup brush used on me, but based on that... yeah. Death.

⭐: having to say "I'm ticklish" or having to say "tickle me" UGH, both are like... nightmare difficulty. But I think... I think I choose the second one. That form of the word is a little easier to say, but if you say that, then the ler would probably... do it more, you see? Like, "Well, since you asked." Lee logic. Digging my own grave, etc.

#thanks for the ask!

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anzynai · 2 months

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Hii it's the anon who sent the ask Abt looking other places for fanfic so I found this longfic called Ocean Mist on Wattpad and there's specifically a chapter called "Ticklish", Yuu finds out Azul is ticklish in that one and it's sooo cute(tbh I just loved the whole fic so much flustered Azul <3)

Additionally, on AO3, you may or may not have found these already because they're not tagged but they're tkl fics

Tickle Attack (You notice the octatrio isn't feeling well, cheer-up tickles ensue)

Tsuisorando Shotsu (I'm not sure if I spelled the name right, but there are quite a few tkl fic chapters in there, I think it's best to just select "read entire work" and command-f "tickl" bc that's what I did to avoid anything potentially explicit) But just in case you don't want to come across anything like that, there's the chapter 'Our Lovable Octopus' which might have had one vague explicit implication but I don't think there was anything major and the tickling was wholly sfw

A Fine Line Between - I just liked this fic in general the M isn't for any sexual content, and there's a tkl scene (if you wanna skip to just that part, I'd recommend just clicking read entire work and command-f 'tickl')

Also, I'm not sure if you already know this (probably do, but just in case) there's some fics w/Azul that were made in 2023)

On Wattpad, NGL I just looked up 'twst tickl' and sifted through the stuff I got so sorry that I couldn't rec much stuff, also I saw this one that was a transcript of tkl audios but there was an explicit chapter in there meaning this was probably a kink for them so I clicked out)

Ffn's mostly AO3 cross posting so there isn't anything there you wouldn't find on AO3 (I'm saying this to myself because I was about to check only to realize that everything there's on AO3, sorry)

Tbh I mostly looked for every single fic I could find on AO3 and then ended up also finding sfw tkl scenes in the process (I also command F'd a bunch of longfics) so I can mostly just say specific scenes from certain fics sryyy

Anyways, I hope at least one of these is new to you <3

hello anon! thank you sooo much for these, i already read the first one just now and it was so cute omg and also i thought i was the only one who would search for tickle content by using “tickl” cuz it can be ticklish, tickling, tickle, and litwrally just all that LOL anyways these are very appreciated and if u ever find any more, please dont hesitate to send them my way hehe

im going to link some of the ones from ao3 under the cut

so tickle attack which is by missyliz - which i haven’t read yet! it seems really cute tho!

and uhh i couldnt actyally find the next fic tbh😭😭 i searched high and low but maybe im missing something?? could u possibly provide an author?

a fine line between by kyuubiluver342 - i actually havent reqd this one either but i did skim over it so for others, the scene is near the end of chapter 2 and from what i’ve seen, it’s comfort tickles

and yeah, ffn is something i noticed did have lots of crossposting, but i never really minded because i dont really know how to work the website anyway LOL

also since you shared some, ill share one that i found also!

so the first one is giggles by psycheprincess — this one isnt tickle centric but it does have a small scene

and here’s a SNIPPET of a scene in this azujami one-shot — that is this is me by dizplixity but the wcene is very short so i have a photo below

and im assuming u have read the fics under the tickling tag, but there’s some really cute ones there too! if not, i don’t mind sharing them:)

again, thanks for these recommendations and i really didnt expect them to be centered around the octatrio so it was a nice surprise hehe <33

#jai’s asks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst tickling #fic recs #long post #ish

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italeean · 2 years

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ITALEEAN CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 200 FOLLOWERS!! You deserve more!! (Tbh I wanted to send request since then, but I realised that you'll be hosting an event, and scared that my request will postponed the event further). Anyway, I was wondering if you would write a fic with the chasm squad, with lee itto (hehe)....with yelan, yanfei, shinobu, xiao, and aether as the lers? (Based on the lee I think you know who I am lol). I think the sentence "Please… anything but that..!" would be perfect! You can consider this a fic request, or you can put it in the drabble event, anything comfortable for you (I personally prefer longer fics since I love the way you describe a story with the ambience and stuff). Have a nice day talented writer and please stay healthy!!~

A/N: Hi anon!! (Although yeah, I think I know who this is hahaha) Sorry for making you wait a day more, but yesterday I really couldn't bring myself to write anything decent. Today I'm feeling a bit better and I slowly worked on this drabble throughout the day 😸 I hope you enjoy it!! E grazie per i complimenti, sono molto lusingata (And thanks for the compliments, I'm really flattered) 💚🤍❤️ Feel free to make a request whenever you want ^_^

Drabble Event Day 5

(The story is set in the Chasm, while the characters are stuck there)

"Please... anything but that!" Itto begger while backing away from a group of five people with a mischievous look in their eyes. Maybe bragging with about being invincible hadn't been his smartest choice.

He blinked for a second, and the people approaching him were suddenly four. Then, before he could even process his thoughts, Xiao plunged on him and took him down, pinning his legs under his knees in the process. Maybe calling Xiao 'little guy' right in front of him hadn't been his smartest move either.

"Come on guys, that's not cool... you can't do this!!" He whined, only earning a chuckle in response. "Well, it wouldn't be nice in most cases," said Yanfei seriously "but since you claim to be invincible I don't see a problem with this." She concluded with a smile, although she shivered at the thought of how many times she had been on the receiving end, trying desperately to get away from Hu Tao's clutches.

"I swear on the Archons... don't you daaaaahahahaha nohohohoho thahahat's meheheahahahan!!" Itto didn't even try to hold in his boisterous laughter when all his friends targeted him, going for all his weak spots. "What happened to your invincibility, huh?" Yelan asked with a smirk while dragging her nails under the Oni's arms, switching between going painfully slow to scribbling faster to keep him on his toes.

Aether and Shinobu weren't saying anything, they were just smiling and poking and squeezing their friend's tummy and sides, dipping a finger in his belly button every once in a while just to make him jump a bit. "Ihihihi knohohohow Ihihi sahahahahaihid thahahat buhuhut-" the red-eyed guy didn't manage to say anything more, being too busy laughing from all those sneaky hands attacking him at once.

Yanfei was laughing along with the Oni, while sitting on his thighs and squeezing his knees, going from the left to the right one and sometimes getting both at the same time to see his legs twitch and kick the air reflexively. "Oh Archons, you're so ticklish... I'm sorry but I don't think you're that invincible. Your statement will be considered false due to lack of evidence." She teased, making him blush, although she couldn't see it since she wasn't facing him.

"Tch, serves you right..." Xiao scoffed while dragging his fingers all over the Oni's ears, neck and even collarbone and shoulders, noticing how every spot made him laugh. Although he was keeping his grumpy demeanor, both he and Itto knew he was enjoying himself just as much as the others, because first, he was smirking, subtly but still smirking, and his face was slightly red, indicating that he was a bit flustered.

The Yaksha noticed Shinobu calling him, and then pointing at the top of her head while glancing at Itto. He understood the message and started scratching softly and massaging the base of Itto's horns. The roaring laughing that the simple gesture elicited was so loud that everyone thought that it would cause a collapse.

"SHIHIHINOHOBUHUHU YOHOHOU TRAHAHAIHITOHOR" The white-haired guy yelled at top of his lungs. She was the only one among the group who knew about his ultimate weakness, so he knew she had told Xiao about it somehow. "I don't know what you're talking about, boss... and you don't seem in the position to make false accusations, or accusations at all." She said while looking at him knowingly, letting him understand that she was indeed behind that.

They went on for ten minutes, everyone amazed by Itto's stamina, but eventually the Oni reached his limit and tapped out. "OHOHOKAHAH OHOKAHAHAHAHAY PLEHEHEAHASE NOHOHO MOHOHOHOREHEHEHE" He pleaded while his laughter was getting hiccupy, and everyone stopped right after.

The tall guy remained down panting and recovering from the brutal attack. "Cohompadrehe..." He said looking at the Traveler "How could yohou betray mehehe like that..? Tehelling everyone my weahahakness..?"

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it!" Aether exclaimed adding another poke to his abs, but he was blushing like crazy because he knew how much Itto liked getting revenge from a tickle attack.

After finding a corner to light up a fire, the Oni sat down and yawned, drained from all those shenanigans, and the others realized how tired they were as well. They all lied down and fell asleep, one after the other, and strangely enough, the white-haired guy was the last to close his eyes.

He looked around himself, observing everyone sleeping peacefully, knowing that the day after they'd wake up well rested and with a positive attitude, that was going to get them out of there.

Maybe provoking his friends into a tickle fight to distract them from that gloomy place for at least a couple of hours had been his smartest move.

#drabble event #milestone event #genshin impact tickle #lee!itto #ticklish!itto #ler!shinobu #ler!yelan #ler!yanfei #ler!aether #ler!xiao

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