Never Have I Ever (Victuuri)

A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri) -  1. “I want to hate you. I should hate you.” - Oops I kind of got too creative with this one, and it’s so looong and fluffy and teaaasy. Big special thanks to @ticklygiggles for helping but that’s nothing new on this blog! Lots of love! ♡  

Summary: Yuuri and Victor are out drinking with friends, and eventually get dragged into a game of Never Have I Ever with Phichit (and Chris). During the game Yuuri is caught off guard and oops, did he just admit openly he likes to be tickled? 

I used to play this with my friends and I would like to say it wasn’t always sex-related but too bad we were naughty little shits.

Word Count: 3065

Kampaaai!” Victor chirped the Japanese word in his funny accent, and he took a few sips before sighing in relief.

“That is nice. I needed that,” he said, sounding very refreshed and relieved. Yuuri chuckled at his tipsy older boyfriend and shook his head.

“It’s already your 5th, Vitya. Are you sure you needed that?” Victor was close to passing the line from overly tipsy to drunk, while he was taking it easy with just his cheeks getting a rosy color.

“Yes, Yuuri! I needed that!” Victor poked him and Yuuri giggled playfully, but then looked at the skaters who sat across from them, snickering at their behavior.

Vitya hm?” Phichit said, sharp as always, and Yuuri blushed. He had to judge the younger male as probably the only one who was still sober. Next to him sat Chris - what was he even doing here - and he was probably the most drunk of all, well, all who remained. 

The others had gone home already, leaving Yuuri alone with his tipsy self, drunk Victor, super drunk Chris and sober Phichit.

“I know, I know! Let’s play a game of never have I ever!” Phichit suggested, and Yuuri blushed. Not that

“Hehe it’s alright, Phichit-kun. These guys are too drunk to play,” he tried, but it was already too late. Victor raised his glass and blurted out:

“Nonono I can play! Never have I ever wanted Yuuri to call me Victor-kun!” He downed the glass by himself, and Yuuri watched him with a blush.

“T-that’s not how it works, V-Victor..kun?” Hearing this, Victor made a squeaky hiccup sound, and Yuuri blushed when he got pulled into a tight alcohol smelling- hug. 

“I love you Yuuuri-kuuun!” he whined. Chris was up next, with his eyes closed, a goofy smile on his face and a burp to introduce his line:

“Never have I ever jacked off on the ice ri-” Phichit slapped him playfully, causing him to spill his beer.

“Yep Chris, that’s yours only, drink. Let’s play this without Chris,” the Thai figure skater suggested happily, and Yuuri giggled. They played a couple of rounds, doing their very best to ignore Chris’ drunk and horny remarks in between, but they had fun and laughed a lot.

At one point Victor even yelled: “What have you done Phichittit?” because no matter what silly things they tried, they only got him to drink rarely, and they all laughed because of drunk Victor’s inability to pronounce his name right.

Eventually both Phichit and Victor ended up teasing Yuuri by saying things only he had done in his life, just to let him drink more. Even saying things such as:

“Never have I ever been coached by Victor Nikiforov. Never have I ever had a family that owns an onsen! Never have I ever been born a Japanese!” So unfaaair. Yuuri felt his cheeks burn a little as he took another sip. He shouldn’t drink too much, at least one of them should be healthy to get both of them back to their hotel room safely.

“Never have I ever enjoyed being tickled!” Ah, that was him too, and Yuuri drank again. He drank… He draaank! He choked on his beer and coughed, turning to watch Phichit’s mischievous smirk and Victor’s amazed sparkly eyes.

“P-Phichit-kun!” Yuuri cried out. He was so offended. He had been very wrong and stupid to trust his good old friend to keep that stupid little fact a secret. That was some veeery confidential information and oh nooo Victor wasn’t supposed to know?!

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Mystic Messenger: Cheer Up V!

Hey guys! I’m back to writing! So, this was a fic @otomiya-tickles and I talked over. I told her I wanted to write one, and she gave me so many wonderful ideas to help get me started. So thank you my friend! Also, this fic was inspired by a joke my roommate told me as well. I really hope you guys like this! Please enjoy!


Seven knew that V was still down about the situation with Rika. The mint haired young man sighed out again, which caused the red head to bite his lip. He hated seeing the usually smiling and pleasant young man like this. After all V did for him, it hurt to witness this. Yoosung wasn’t helping at the moment because the young boy was still trying to sort out his feelings about if he still like V or if he hated him, and Seven knew that took a toll on the other since V carried the burden of knowing how Rika actually was. He knew the other had good intentions, but keeping everything inside like he was currently doing was good either. Hearing another sigh from across the room, Seven sent one last chat message to Zen, and logged out of the app. He needed to cheer up V, or else he would go insane. Getting up, Seven pushed his desk chair in, and began to stroll over to the thinking V, who was lying on his side on Seven’s bed. Sitting down, Seven patted the other’s thigh, which gained V’s attention. Sitting up, V glanced at Seven with his good eye.

“Cheer up V,” Seven sighed out, pressing their shoulders together. V looked at Seven with gratitude, but he still felt like everything was sliding and breaking around him. Seven could tell a lot of things were on the other’s mind, and he frowned. What could he do to make V smile at least a little again? All of a sudden, a thought reached Seven’s mind, and the red head grinned mischieviously as he decided to put his plan into action. “Hey V…wanna hear some jokes?”

V sighed out again. Seven’s jokes could be good, yet really corny. Thinking it over, V guessed it wouldn’t hurt to hear what Seven had to offer him, so with an eye roll, the mint haired young man turned complete around until he was able to see Seven properly. Seven smiled really big, and did the same, as he began to think. V looked at Seven’s ridiculous thinking face with a soft expression. He knew the other was trying to cheer him up, and even V wanted himself to find some of the jokes funny enough to laugh. He hasn’t done that in a long time, and maybe laughing would take some of the weight he was feeling off of his shoulders, and make his heart feel a lot lighter then it was at this moment in time. Seven finally put his hands down, and smiled at V.

“What do you call an old snowman?” Seven asked, and V thought for a minute. After a few seconds, nothing came to mind, and the other glanced at Seven with a confused look, and his eyebrows raised. Seven snickered, and crossed his arms. “Water.”

It took everything V had not to groan at the answer. Seven noticed the look V got, and sighed. Yeah…he knew that one wouldn’t work. It was too corny, and he was pretty sure the other just wanted to groan out loud, but didn’t since he didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Letting out a sigh, Seven nodded, and thought up another one. V waited, and when Seven got a determined look on his face, the mint haired young man hoped these weren’t as corny as his last one. 

“Why was the sand wet? The sea weed.”

Not even a smile rose on V’s face, and Seven huffed in irritation. This was going to be harder than he thought it would. Taking a deep breath, Seven decided to spout out all the jokes he had waiting. Just to see if one of them would get a expression out of V.

“Have you seen the movie Constipation? No? Well that’s because it hasn’t come out yet!”

All he got was an eye twitch, and a slightly disgusted smirk from V. It was something, but still not what the red head wanted.

“It’s so cold! Go stand in the corner, it’s ninety degrees!”

V snorted a little at Seven using some math terms for a joke, and the red head grinned at the snort. He finally got V’s poker face to break a little at least. Time to pump it up a little.

“What did one eye say to the other eye? Something smells between us!”

V slightly glared at Seven for the eye joke, which made him wince slightly. Giving V an apologetic smile, Seven shook his head, and decided to continue on with the jokes. He was going to leave out any jokes with eyes for a topic for now on.

“No more corny jokes please, you’re gonna make me puma pants!”

V snickered slightly at that, and Seven smiled deviously. He got to hear a little laugh. V knew he let that out, but the jokes were starting to get a little ridiculous now, and he literally had no idea how much more of them he could take from the red head. Deciding to hear at least two more, V waited for Seven to go on.

“Why did the cow cross the road? To get to the udder side!”

V actually faced palm, and let out a groan. That one was the worse he has ever heard. Seven grinned a little, and decided to try the last one he just thought of. It’s a little dirty, but maybe, just maybe, it would make V laugh, or at least show some other emotion.

“Seven, I understand what you’re trying to do, but I seriously don’t think I can take much more of your…jokes,” V sighed out, frowning a little at the red head. Seven nodded in understanding, those jokes were bad, but he wanted to tell his last one. V saw the determined look on the other’s face, and sighed. “Okay, one more, but this is the last one.”

“Thanks V! Now, get ready!” Seven told him, taking his glasses off to show how intense he was getting. V braced himself, because he had a feeling this joke was going to be the worse, and oh man, was he right. “What’s the difference between hungry and horny? Where you put the cucumber.”

V stared at Seven, feeling his right eye twitching. Seven stared back, and when a growl sounded from the mint haired man’s throat, the red head yelped as he was shoved back, and V sat right on his hips, with his wrists pinned under his knees snuggley. Seven tried to move them, but when they didn’t budge, he gulped down the lump in his throat. V became aware that the lights were brighter in Seven’s room, and when he felt his face, he found out his and Seven’s glasses were scattered somewhere on the floor. Oh well, he didn’t need to see to know where he was going to get his revenge.

“That was the worse thing you could’ve said Seven,” V hissed out, slowly letting his fingers trace under the twitching red head’s black tanktop. Seven let out a small squeak as a ticklish feeling rose on his stomach, as he tugged as his arms, and kicked his feet, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t get his body away from V’s. “You’re going to pay for it now, Luciel.”

“V!” the hacker cried out when the mint haired man’s nails gently scratched as his trembling tummy. V felt a smile rise softly on his face as he listened to Seven’s breathy laughs, and giggles whenever he would hit a soft spot. While his left hand was scratching the other’s tummy, his right hand was slowly sneaking down to squeeze at his thighs. Seven let out another high pitched squeal, and jerked hard as swears flew out of his hysteric mouth. “N-nohohohohoh V! P-plehehehehehehehease!”

V smirked a little, and slowly moved his left hand up into the red head’s ribs, and let out a little chuckle when a squeaky gasp was heard, and his hips jolted up. Seven’s laughter filled the room, and V listened to them. It has been a while since either of them had this much fun, and laughed. Even Seven has been a little off since Rika died, and V really wanted to change the future for them, but he didn’t know how. But since he gets to hear Seven’s contagious laughter once again, he couldn’t help but feel glad the red head tried to cheer him up. V’s right hand squeezed up Seven’s thigh, and moved to dig right into his hip, as his left hand moved up out of his shirt, and traced the other’s collar bones.

“AAAHHHH n-no!” Seven yelled, trying to pull his arms away, with little success. V grinned down at his trapped victim, and carefully scratched under the red head’s chin. Seven let out a small snorts and giggles, as his hips jerked, and he tried to get V’s fingers away from his neck. “N-nohahahaht my hips! P-pleahehehehehehease! Anywhere buhahahahat there!”

V decided to give him some mercy, so he moved his hand of Seven’s hips, and decided to tickle his cute tummy again. Seven giggled more, and let out breathy hiccups as his tummy and neck were softly tickled. The mint haired man noticed that Seven’s fighting for release decreased, and he almost started snuggling into the soft tickling. A memory of when Seven was a little boy flashed in V’s mind, and his smirk decreased into a soft smile. Letting go of those spots, V decided that Seven had enough, and got off of him. When he did so, the red head rolled over, and let out tired giggles as he tried to calm his breathing. V stared at his rising and falling back, and slowly reached out to rub gently and soothing circles all over it. Seven giggled again, but a small hum of contented feelings came out of his lips.

“Thanks Luciel…” V whispered, still rubbing his hand softly into the red head’s back. V watched as Seven’s breathing slowly decreased, and became soft even breaths. Blinking, the other glanced over the body, and noticed that the red head had fallen asleep. Smiling again, V slowly got up, and careful moved himself around, only able to see a few things at a time. When he found the pillow, V gently lifted Seven’s head, and placed it on top. Seven’s lips curled into a small smile, and V grinned a little at it. Pulling the cover over the other, V slowly sat down next to the sleeping adult, and let out a sigh of comfort. He never felt so at peace at the moment then he did now. Feeling Seven cuddled more into his body’s warmth, V decided to lay back as well, and pressed his head into the red head’s soft and warm back. “I had so much fun…thanks for helping me snap out of it a little.”

Seven let out a sleepy mutter, and V closed his eyes, letting his lips form another soft contented smile. Listening to Seven’s even breathing, and feeling the warmth of another body right near him, V didn’t even realize he was slowly drifting into sleep until it was too late, and the leader of the RFA passed out against the hacker’s back.

Mr. Valentine’s in charge (sfw)

Hello, everyone! 

So Ginny ( @otomiya-tickles ) and I decided to make a little collab for Valentine’s day featuring  our Mystic Messenger boys: Jumin Han and Zen. I hope you guys enjoy this. As always, i loved to collaborate with Ginny again ♥ Thank you so much, dear!! I love you ♥♥

Summary: Zen’s a romantic dork and Jumin is flustered. 

Words: 2,419 (under the cute because reasons)

Jumin let out a long sigh, breathing in the fresh air and relieved to finally step outside after a busy working day. He nodded at Jaehee as a goodbye and strode towards his car, taking out his phone to see what was up with his oh so lovely Valentine’s plans with his lover.


“So did you make the reservations for that restaurant you like?”

He sat down in his car and was about to murmur the directions to his driver when Zen replied.


“No, come home ;)”

Jumin wasn’t sure what to think of that, but alright. He wasn’t really up for having a mushy Valentine’s dinner at an overcrowded restaurant anyway. Smiling, he replied to Zen’s text and told his driver to just drive him home.

Even with his always relaxing demeanor, he couldn’t stop feeling a bit giddy inside, after all, this was the first Valentine’s day he gets to spend with Zen. Actually, this is the first Valentine’s day he gets to spend with anyone. Smoothing down his tie, (and trying to calm down the fluttering feeling on his chest), he crossed his legs and let out another long sigh, impatience growing inside him, the way back home never felt so long.

After endless minutes of waiting, Driver Kim finally parked outside the building. Jumin got out of the car and with long steps made his way to the elevator and up to the penthouse. He stood outside of the door for two minutes straight, his heart was beating slightly faster than normal and he felt his hands shaking softly.

Zen was doing strange things to him. How do you even celebrate Valentine’s day? Eating commoner food? Chocolate? Maybe cuddling on the sofa? Those are things they usually do when Jumin has a day off from work, so what’s so new and good about this day out of the others? Most importantly, why is he so excited to see what’s behind this door?

Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his long fingers around the doorknob and turned it around. He didn’t realize he closed his eyes until he took two steps inside the apartment, opening them slowly until they were wide open. His cheeks got warm and he knew he was blushing out of his mind when he saw a path of rose petals and white aromatic vanilla candles guiding him out of the living room to the left, towards, he supposed, the master room.

He kicked out his shoes and thought about not stepping into the petals, but they were there for some reason, right? He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. Wasn’t Zen taking this too far?

“Zen?” he called out, walking further as he followed the trail of rose petals with his eyes. He cringed when he heard the sound of romantic piano music. Did he really want to go in there? -he wondered as he neared the end of the petal trail; his bedroom.

Standing in front of the door, he gathered his courage. This was most likely just Zen trolling him. He probably couldn’t be any more ready for what was behind this door. What, a naked Zen with a rose between his teeth, sprawled on top of his bed? Or maybe Zen wrapped up embarrassingly with a red ribbon, to seduce him for a hell of a night? This couldn’t get more embarrassing. And here he was, thinking of cuddling on the sofa. He cleared his throat and stepped into his bedroom.

“Zen, if you even think about-” he gasped loudly when he was grabbed from behind, his vision suddenly disappearing.

“Welcome home,” he heard Zen mumble into his ear, and his breath hitched. Now blindfolded, Jumin was pushed forward in the direction of their bed. The soothing smell of food reached to him, and Jumin felt his stomach growl. What, eat in his bedroom? Nonono.

“This is Mr. Valentine, and today, I’m in charge,” Zen said, pushing Jumin the last bit forwards until his knees touched the bed and he toppled forward on top of it.

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Christmas Tree

My christmas present for @otomiya-tickles <3. Hope you like it darling and that you have a beautiful Christmas and Happy Holidays *hugs you*

This is a Junjo Romantica fanfic. The manga/anime and all the characters doesn’t belong to me.

Summary: Misaki is decorating his and Usagis Christmas Tree after turing their apartment into a winter wonderland. The last thing he has to do is placing the star on top of the tree but there’s a little problem. Misakis height.
Warning: This fanfic contains lots of fluff and tickling


“Ugh why couldn’t Usagi-san just bought a small plastic tree instead of this… giant?”

Misaki Takahashi, 22 years old cohabitant and lover of the famous author Usami Akihiko, was currently decorating a fir tree which had taken over the place of a whole corner of the living room and it was glowing brightly.

He had already taken care of the rest of the apartment which now looked more like a winter wonder land than the home of an award wining author who spent half of his time with writing boys love under a pen-name.

Fairy lights glowed on the rail of the balcony and inside the house, pillows with Christmas themed imprint laying on the couch together with Suzuki-chan who was vested in a cute Santa-Outfit with beard, candles stood on the window sill and glass decorations that looked like stars and snowflakes hung down the windows, everything shining or glowing brightly but what really made everything look like one had landed in Santa’s personal winter mansion was the Christmas tree.

A Dozen of little lights had already been placed on the branches of the tree along with little angels, golden glitter, red and golden Christmas baubles dangling and shining in the light, seeming to be bright enough to illuminate the whole place with light and also stir up the pleasant anticipation of the coming festivity in everyone who took the time to take a look at it.

But there was one person who felt no pleasure looking at the brightly shining tree and that person was Misaki himself who stood in front of that giant plant with a golden metal star in his hand which normally belonged on top of the tree. He could feel anger boiling inside of him as he looked up to the top of the tree which seemed to be meters out of his reach instead of a few inches.

“Baka-Usagi. Buying the largest tree they had and who has to decorate it? Of course, it has to be me. He could at least have offered some help but nooo why even helping if there is someone else who could do it?” murmured Misaki, sarcasm dripping from every word as he stared angrily at the tree before he clenched his fist around the little star in his hand.

“Okay second try”, sighed the green eyed teen before he took a step forward and stretched his arms out. When he saw that he wasn’t even near the top he stretched his body further, standing on his tiptoes and gaining a few centimeters but still lacking a few to reach his goal.

Just before he wanted to give up there was suddenly a voice coming from behind.

“That isn’t going to work.”

Misakis whole body jumped, startled by the deep voice that seemed to came out of nowhere and he would have felt backwards in his surprise if there hadn’t been a pair of strong arms catching him just in time.

“Usagi-san! Don’t scare me like that!” shouted Misaki as he looked up only to see his lovers face and his lavender-colored eyes looking down on him.

Usagi only looked silently at Misakis face before he smiled slyly.

“You really need to grow more.” said the man in his usual monotone sounding voice but Misaki could clearly hear the teasing tone in it.

“How often do I have to say it? I’m not that short! You only had to buy this… this monstrosity!” ranted Misaki while pointing at the innocently shining tree that was standing in front of the two lovers.

“To me it looks like a normal fir tree… must be hard to see everything from down there.” said Usagi calmly but had to try hard keeping a straight face.

“I really hate you sometimes.” sighed Misaki, already knowing that he couldn’t win this argumentation.

“Ah come on Misaki. Smile.” whispered Usagi with his now husky deep voice before he wrapped his arms tighter around Misakis slim waist and carried the struggling and protesting teen over to the couch before he sat down with Misaki on his lap and leaned back.

“U-Usagi stop it! Let me go!” protested the brunet and pulled at the strong arms but it was to no use. Usagi had him in his clutches and he knew from experience that he won’t let go so soon.

“Not until I see your smile.” whispered the man into his lovers ear before he promptly stared digging his long fingers into Misakis sides.

Misaki jumped when there was suddenly a large hand attacking his sides and ribs with tickles, occasionally giving his tummy some special attention by scratching with lightly teasing motions and even going as far to slip his hand under his sweater and digging his finger into his lovers bellybutton, letting the later produce the sweetest giggles while trying desperately to squirm away.

“Nyaaahaha hehehe U-usagihih nohohoo!” pressed Misaki out between his high pitched cute giggles that seemed to come out in a never stopping flow from between those pink plump lips that stirred the sudden urge to press his own on them in Usagi, but he sadly couldn’t in this position so he just continued tickling his little boyfriend silly.

“Hmm I don’t think I can let you go this easily” said the taller man, completely calm as he mercilessly tickled Misaki who was twisting and turning in his lap and laughing his head off, shrieks and squeals also coming from him when Usagi found a sweet spot.

“Nohohooo Bahaka Usagihihii”, whined Misaki before he jumped and a new wave of bubbly laughter escaped him when Usagi only chuckled at the insult before squeezing the spot right above Misakis knee which made the younger kick his leg out, trying to shake the hand of which send ticklish spark’s trough his body up into his brain and made him double over with laughter.

“Gohohd nohoho pleahahase! Ihih cahaha-NOHOHO STAHAHAP!” Misaki squealed and bucked when his evil lover let go of his waist only to shove his big hands under the teens arms and wiggle his fingers there, making the brunet trash and twist around more than before.

“I don’t know if I should stop so soon… have you smiled enough yet Misaki?” teased the silver-haired man, his voice barely understandable in between Misakis loud laughter that slowly changed into giggles when there were suddenly lips teasingly nibbling at his sensitive neck, making him scrunch his shoulders up but at the same time unknowingly leaning into the touch, that all with a blush coloring his cheeks in a faint pink.

“Yehehes I smihihile, I smileee! Haha so stohohop nohow Usagi!” managed Misaki to press out in between his giggles.

“Okay, okay I will stop. Right after I’ve done this.” And with that Usagi let his head shot down and blew a huge raspberry right on that part where Misakis neck and shoulders meet and where he was terrible ticklish.

The teen threw his head back and went limp when silent laughter shook his tired body, tears gathering in his eyes and after giggles escaping his lips as he leaned back into Usagi.

Usagi smiled down at the limp body in his lap before he bends over, holding Misaki tightly with one arm so he wouldn’t fall down from the couch, and took the small golden star which Misaki had tried to put on the tree to begin.

He grabbed one of Misakis hands and carefully laid the star in it, then clapping his own over it. “Hold it tightly.” was all Usagi said with a small smile when Misaki looked at him questioningly before he stood up. Misaki had already questions burning on his lips but then shout out in surprise when there were suddenly hands under his arms, lifting him up and carrying him over to the tree. He then was lifted even higher till he could reach the top and then there was his lovers voice coming from behind again.

“Go on, put it up.” encouraged Usagi, meaning the small star that Misaki was still holding tightly in his hand and then Misaki finally understood what was going on.

He carefully sat the little golden star on top of the tree where it belongs before the hands carefully let him down.

Misaki turned around only to see Usagi looking with a tiny smile at the now fully decorated Christmas tree which seemed to glow even brighter than before.

“It looks beautiful.” said Usagi when Misaki walked over to him and also took in the brightly shining sight in front of him.

“Yes it does.” confirmed Misaki and smiled.



“Do you think Santa could make you taller?”


The reconciliation

A/N: Prompted by senpai Ginny~ @otomiya-tickles

Word count: 1065


It is the night right after we had finally reunited, and he seemed almost ecstatic to be with me again. Who knew Victor wanted to meet again this much. There was no questions or nothing, he absolutely HAD to sleep in my room and.. in my bed.

“Love… You…~”

Victor was uncharacteristically snuggling up to Yuuri, uttering out words every second as if he was drunk. He really did miss Yuuri quite a lot, but still had to endure the fact that Maccachin was joining them in bed as well.

Luckily for him, the poodle had found its place at the very end up the bed, still enabling him to lay as close to Yuuri as possible.

“D- Do we have to… do this… I- In front of Maccachin..?” Yuuri muttered under his breath, shifting slightly uncomfortably in Victor’s arms. He still hadn’t gotten completely used to laying like that, and it was even more embarrassing because of the fact that their dog was wide awake and looking straight at them.

“Don’t worry… I’m not gonna do anything… Bad~…” A soft snicker escaped him, as his lips suddenly brushed across the skin of Yuuri’s neck, causing the younger boy to flinch.

“D- Don’t say something… E- Embarrasing like that..!” Yuuri nearly squeaked, especially after a cold and teasing finger ran down his spine, making him turn onto his back.

“Unless… You want me to~” Victor chuckled softly to himself, and based on the reaction he got, Yuuri was way too flustered to do any of that.

“I’m kidding..!~ We’re both just so happy to have you back…~”

And almost as if Maccachin understood what Victor had said, it crawled over on the other side of Yuuri, letting it’s tongue glaze Yuuri’s cheek in it’s saliva.

“Aww… Look at that..~” Victor smiled just that much brighter, giving Yuuri’s other cheek a light peck. The young ice skater could immediately feel his cheeks burning up, having absolutely no clue as to what he should be saying.

Seeing as Maccachin still kept going, Yuuri soon had to try and stop the poodle from continuing once the tongue got to his neck. It was making his shoulder reflexively scrunch up to protect his sensitive skin, and it was clearly too much for him, seeing as peels of laughter were starting to spill out. “H- Heheh..~ S- Stop that.. M- Maccachin~…!”

And being as obedient as it was, Maccachin soon stopped its tongue, retracting it back into its mouth, as it slowly crawled back again. “D- Don’t feel bad though..! Heheh~ it only tickled a bit~ …It’s nice that you care so much about me. No dog could ever replace you~”

Victor, who had been watching the whole thing, had become rather infatuated. Especially seeing the reaction to Maccachin’s licking, was something that really intrigued him.


Quickly turning his face to look in the direction of the weirdly ominous voice, Yuuri stared right into the eyes of some kind of predator.

Victor had slowly pushed himself up so he would sit up in the bed, towering slightly above Yuuri. His expression sent shivers up Yuuri’s spine, not knowing what exactly Victor’s intentions were.

“How about you… Let me have… All of your body…~” The deep voice and the glistening mischievous eyes were almost completely melting Yuuri, as he laid there with a crimson red face. Not gonna lie.. it did sound pretty suggestive.

“Not in that way.. silly..~” Victor’s voice was calm, despite his expression. And it looked like he could attack at any moment. Licking his lips, his hands were moving closer to the other, and in that instant, Yuuri knew it was too late to escape.

Victor slowly gripped Yuuri’s leg, pulling it up a bit. His fingers squeezed softly at the skin of the other’s thigh, causing the bed to creak because of Yuuri’s surprised squirm. A squeak had escaped him, which died out into subtle laughter. All of the commotion made Maccachin jump off of the bed, but didn’t leave the room. Instead, the poodle walked over beside the bed and Yuuri.

A long saliva covered tongue ran right across Yuuri’s cheek, making him quickly sway his head in the other direction. His muffled sounds were getting more hard to contain, and when the squeezing on his thighs got deeper and faster, and when he suddenly felt the same tongue at his neck, he had no way of concealing it anymore.

At every squeeze and lick, his legs tried kicking more, and his upper body twisted, making some rather loud sounds escape him.

He was too powerless to even stop Maccachin, who actually seemed to be having the time of its life. Maybe it thought that laughter was always a good thing. And it is. But Yuuri was really starting to get exhausted and only Victor had slowed down his attack. Maccachin hadn’t.

Victor’s hands were making soft circles and other scribbling motions on Yuuri’s stomach. His hands had gotten all the way under Yuuri’s shirt, but because of how exhausted he was, it didn’t cause much of a reaction. His body only flinched a few times, and a few muffled laughs escaped him.

“A- Alright… I- I… I think that’s… E- Enough…” Slowly regaining his ability to control himself, his hands swiftly got placed on Maccachin’s ‘shoulders’, pushing the dog away. It seemed really willing, and stopped right as it was forced to move back. Victor wasn’t moving his hands either, they were just warming up Yuuri’s body, still placed beneath his shirt.

“You’re so warm Yuuri….~” With his hands still in the same area, he lowered his head, placing it on the side on Yuuri’s chest. “H- Heheh.. V- Victor… D- Don’t.. say t- that…~”

Maccachin then suddenly jumped up on the bed, clamping its jaws on the bed sheets, it started pulled the sheets over the both of them, before jumping off the bed again. Maccachin walked over and jumped up on the bed, and once it seemed satisfied, tucked itself in by the end of the bed.

“Aww… Maccachin…~ I don’t know how you did it…. but you should be lucky to have a dog like that~” Victor whispered softly against the other’s chest, snuggling into Yuuri as much as possible.

Yuuri softly petted Victor’s head, before wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re right… But I’m even luckier to have you..~”

{.Jumbled Jamboree.}

When the small… thing… comes into view… it’s hard… to put it into words. I’m not sure what I was expecting but I’m not sure I can say it was anything close to this. More and more I can’t help wondering whether or not this is some big joke or something.

“Voted most huggable bedtime buddy of the year, it’s me, Patchnuki!”

You could just feel the silence. Someone coughed. I think it was Kasahara.

“Oh. It’s a portmanteau. Patchwork and tanuki. You get it?”

“I get it~”

“Oh man, I need a drink.”

“You’re underage!”

The… stuffed toy or whatever fat patchwork raccoon this was supposed to be did a little twirl and Rie and Shiratori were forced to turn their attention back to the toy. After getting its fix, the toy seemed to vault into the air and landed on one of the banisters. I think we were all too baffled to be impressed.

“Okay, so, I guess… you’re wondering what’s going on here, right? No doubt! I’d be puffing out my stuffing if I were in your shoes! Well don’t worry. It’s uh. Fine. I was just preparing for your arrival, that’s all.”

“Who are you?! What have you done with the staff?”

“Do you need your mama and papa, Tada-kyun? Well! Don’t worry about them! It’s been taken care of.”

“What… do you mean by ‘taken care of’?”

Patchnuki seemed to wiggle a bit before shrugging and a cold choking feeling hit me.

“Hey Hanji, get your weirdo toy to knock it off, it’s freaking me out!”

Hanji remained silent. I couldn’t even tell if he was being suspicious or not anymore. My head was filling up with bad thoughts. I’d been impatient before, unsure, anxious… but that was getting replaced with something worse. With some kind of… fear. Like something really bad was really happening here. Maybe I was alone in that thought. Others looked, well, fine. Daisy and You were as happy as clams. But… there was something wrong about all this. It wasn’t some prank. I could feel it.

This was something really, really bad.

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Exercise of Hell! ♡

A/N: WOAH sudden inspiration burst, and boomm hi trashy fic. I don’t know why but I suddenly had this crazy headcanon that since it is said Yuuri gains weight easily, he definitely gets chubby again during holidays from snacking and eating too many Katsudons. 

I also read an article about laughter being healthy and laughing enough can count as work out and OH- then what about….. tickling? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Summary: When Yuuri has gained weight again, demon coach and boyfriend Victor Nikiforov comes with a brilliant exercise to make him lose his pounds again: tickling- and will not hold back from using it daily. 

Word Count: 1810

Yuuri was running for his life, first thing in the morning. On a Sunday. Why? Well, the fact that he had gained a lot of weight during the holidays from eating so much and not enough practice had officially been the death of him. 

He had been so nervous for Victor to come back from his short trip back to Russia, and hell, he had all reason to be nervous. Yuuri knew his coach and lover didn’t mind him being chubby from boyfriend-perspective. In fact, Victor was actually very fascinated by how fast Yuuri could gain weight, and he thought it was adorable. But when it came to coach-perspective…. 

“Yuuuuri~” Victor’s voice already called after him as he stepped out of the house while Yuuri was already far ahead, on his way towards the ice rink. 

“Are you ready for your exerciiiise?” Victor’s voice sounded in the distance. Yuuri made the most high pitched squeaky ‘eep!!’-sound and increased his running speed. 

Truth was, Victor had known for a long time he was ticklish. He had always liked to tickle Yuuri and make him a giggly mess, playful and cuddly. And after he found out Yuuri had gotten chubby again, he had also used tickling as a playful punishment-method.

“Yuuuuri look at your chubby belly, bad bad baaad Yuuri, coochie coo!” Or so it went. Probably secretly having missed his squishy tummy and having missed Yuuri himself and his beautiful laughter while he was back in Russia, Victor had tickled him all night long - legit. 

And when they both found out Yuuri had lost a little bit of weight from laughing and thrashing so much from the unusually long tickle attack and all the body-exercise it brought along, evil demon coach Victor had made it an official routine to make Yuuri lose weight real fast before the competition. 

Sometimes in the evenings before going to bed, one time even in the onsen, and often before going to practice. Which brought Yuuri to where he was right now: running for his dear life because he knew he was in for some crazy tickle attack again. He was sooo not ready for this and oh God- judging from Victor’s teasy voice he knew his evil lover was too excited for today’s routine. 

The sprint towards the ice rink only added to his exercise, and even though it could delay him from getting the torture, Yuuri knew it was going to be his doom too. Since by the time he got to the ice rink, he was already panting and sweating, and his exercise of hell had yet to begin.

“Yuuuuri,” Victor called out again. Yuuri had gotten enough time to catch his breath (- and suffer in anticipation) with Victor taking his precious time walking, and the poor ice skater gulped and turned to see his coach make his entrance.

“Nohoho not today Victor!” Yuuri was sitting on his knees beside the ice and hadn’t had the energy yet to put on his ice skates, but he immediately ran around the skating rink when Victor caught up.

“No escaping Yuuri, it’s time for your exercise. Only a few more pounds left,” Victor sang, and he made grabby hands towards Yuuri while slowly walking towards him. 

“Victor no plehease!” Yuuri was already laughing in anticipation, and he gasped when Victor started to run. Screaming like a pig, Yuuri ran for his life again, this time not with a walking but a running Victor chasing after him. And damn he was fast! Yuuri didn’t even last a whole lap around the skating rink before Victor caught him. 

“EYAahha noooo!” Yuuri squealed. With his body wrapped in Victor’s arms, Yuuri’s legs immediately lost their strength and his helpless body allowed his taller boyfriend to drag him down towards the floor. 

“Nonono Victor - it’s Sunday, just give me a breeeaaa-haha noooo!” Yuuri shrieked when Victor’s cold hands pushed up his training jacket and shirt, immediately grabbing the bare flesh of his sides. 

“No can do baby, see how it works? You lost so much weight this week, the super-exercise is working!” Victor sang, just loud enough to exceed Yuuri’s hysterical laughter, and he squeezed Yuuri’s sides repeatedly and felt around to indicate his weight loss. Yuuri thrashed about and kicked his legs, rolling onto his side and banging the floor with one fist.

“OHnoooho please noho!” he begged. He had no idea it was even possible, but Victor seemed to be even more determined to absolutely wreck him today than he was previous days.

But like Victor said, it was indeed working. Adding the daily tickle torture to his skating practices, Yuuri’s weight loss was going twice as fast than normally. Still, it was also both exhausting and embarrassing as hell!

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otomiya-tickles  asked:

Jojooooo♡♡♡♡♡♡ 1 ~ 6 for Airbrushed Perfectionn?:3 (and 13 if thats uhh toepasbaar. brainfart)

Hiiiiii ~ ♥♥♥♥♥ TOEPASBAAR LOL. Google says applicable so let’s go with that hue stupid derp Dutch

Hoho [casually putting the link for the fic here]

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?
Tbh, I’m always inspired to write Reigisa and I really, really wanted to write another AU fic for them and since I don’t write from Rei’s perspective very often, I thought I’d take this opp to do both. I’ve always liked the idea of Nagisa being a model cause he’d be an effing natural at it and Rei would loooove be to be an artist cause EVERYTHING WILL BE UTSUKUSHIIIII

2: What scene did you first put down?
The beginning LOL I’m boring because I always write my stories in chronological order. Unless they’re chaptered

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
Oh god don’t ask me that cause I hate everything xDDD
I guess this line:

Great. Now Rei couldn’t stop thinking about hugging him.

Because it’s so extremely fluffy, let me have my moment okay

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
gOD. Can I have this one

“You forgot to apply make-up on his chest and abdomen, you idiot.”

“I did.”

5: What part was hardest to write?
It’salwaystheticklescenes. ALWAYS. I legit have to mentally prepare myself for them, which takes me about half an hour, and then I start writing aaaand it’s always so difficult to keep it flowing and to try and make it not boring. I’ve read a couple of fics in which they’re just awkward and boring and I’m soooo scared they’ll turn out like that xD

Lol, midlife crisis //dies

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?
… That it’s fucking long and it’s an AU which I don’t do very often

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I always listen to soundtracks/instrumentals and lately I’ve been a huge fan of Thomas Bergersen’s music *-* One song I had on repeat was A Place in Heaven. A few others were probably Gift of Life, Ocean Princess and Merchant Prince <3333
Goddd, these always get me in the mood to write and sometimes I’ll be able to write an entire novel in just one sitting

If I’m not listening to his music, I’m listening to the Sekaiichi Hatsukoi OST woops bye

❤ Thank you Ginny Trash Binnnyyy~ ❤

A few days ago I discovered this lovely anime called Servamp and immediately fell in love with this kyuketsuki neko σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡ Manga is so much better (i got to the 35 chapter in one night btw XD), but I love all the seiyuu-tachi and soundtracks and opening (hard rock music rule!!! ❤) and character CDs (found on Ytube) and some tickle fanfics about Servamp’s characters written by ticklyfandoms & otomiya-tickles [their writting styles are too adorable!
(´ε` )♡ my poor heart is still beating like crazy after Servamp: Hot Spring Accident].

I must do some more cute fanarts with Kuro and maybe with others servamp’s characters, but I have to think about this idea (。・//ε//・。) 

I KNOW THIS IS A TICKLE BLOG, but I can draw cute stuff w/o tickling issue too you know! And I want to share them with you too! Don’t judge me!  (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ Just enjoy love my art ♡ ( ̄З ̄)

Chocolate Drunk | Valentine

A/N:  Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri, lee Victor) -  20. “I may have had…hehe…just a bit too much to drink…?” // Valentine-ized.

Seeing this prompt and linking it to Valentine, I just couldn’t help making it sort of sequel-ish to my other drunk Yuuri fic: Chocolate DrunkHappy Valentine’s Day!

Summary: Yuuri and Victor are out on their romantic Valentine’s dinner date. Things turn out a lot different though, when a bunch of Victor’s fangirls show up and disturb their date… and Yuuri gets jealous. Oh, and drunk. Let’s not forget drunk.

Word Count: 2013

“Cheeers!” Pleasant background music, candlelights and clinking glasses. Yuuri couldn’t have been happier that both of them could take their hands off their busy training schedule for a romantic Valentine’s Date. 

“To the best Valentine’s Day ever,” Victor told him with that attractive smile, and Yuuri nodded with a blush and took a few sips from his wine. 

“Yes, the best!” he agreed. This was their first Valentine’s Day together as a couple, so of course he was happy. Before, Valentine’s Day didn’t really have much meaning to him. He didn’t date, he didn’t really love. But now with Victor in his life…. He sighed dreamily.

“So, what do you want to eat? I’m starving,” Yuuri said, and he took a look at the menu.

“Me too. Hmm, how about….hm?” Both of them looked up when the sound of squealing girls’ voices disturbed the peace.

“V-Victor Nikiforov? Kyaaaa!” Yuuri rolled his eyes with a smirk. It was quite a regular thing to have girls fangirl over his boyfriend. It was all fine.

“To meet you on Valentine’s Day. I’m like, the luckiest woman in the world!” Yuuri did an inner choking move. Alright, maybe he could get a bit salty about fangirls after all. They were just… gross. Victor was his boyfriend. But it was all fine, they’d go away soon.

“Right? Do you want a picture?” Yuuri’s eyes snapped open, and he glared at Victor. Was he in his right mind? Accepting picture offers was one thing but… Offering them by himself was something else. 

Yuuri frowned in annoyment. He sure was enjoying his moment of fame hm? Pouting, he returned his attention to the menu, doing his best to ignore the mess around his table of Instagramming and Snapchatting girls about their miraculous encounter with Russia’s famous dreamy figure skater.

“Sorry about that!” Victor finally said after numerous of private photo snaps, and Yuuri tried his best to hide his annoyment. It was fine, they were gone now.

“So. What do you wanna eat?” They finally ordered their first course, and Yuuri was starting to relax again. He wanted to treasure today’s Valentine’s Date with Victor. He just wanted–

“KYAaaa it’s true!” Oh no. Not only Yuuri but also other guests and restaurant staff looked up when an unwanted crowd of females entered the place. Shit, the damn curse of social media. Yuuri jolted in shock when a pile of heartshaped Valentine’s chocolate boxes ended up on their table, and Victor got dragged in another moment of fame. 

There were no big camera’s or media - thank God - but the current crowd sure did their job with:

“How are you enjoying your Valentine’s Day?” “Do you have a Valentine?” 

-while shoving phone camera’s in his face. Yes, right here, Yuuri thought as he munched on his food with a frustrated expression. Victor was very extravagant in his replies, but he didn’t mention he was on a romantic date with his student. He didn’t mention Yuuri was his Valentine..

Yuuri sighed and stared at the chocolate boxes. Fuck it, Victor. He angrily snatched away one of the boxes, opened it violently and ate the chocolates. Hmm yum. Not even anyone noticed. He was that important of a factor in here. It was all Victor this, Victor that. 

A sip of his wine, chocolates. More wine, more chocolates. Yuuri wanted Victor to notice him. To get frustrated as a coach or boyfriend or whatever - for going on an eating rampage, and eating the sweets that were meant for him. Ha. He’d see Yuuri didn’t like him being like this. 

He would definitely– Yuuri finished stuffing chocolate bonbons in his mouth from the third box like a pig, and with his cheeks round and filled like a hamster he suddenly smiled when the fangirls got finally successfully chased out of the restaurant by the waiters. 

Ahhh. Life was good. They were gone. Yuuri was surprised how much of a difference it made.

“Yuuri?” Victor asked him, and he nodded, swallowing the chocolates. He could vaguely register how one of the waiters cleaned up the pile of empty chocolate boxes and he ordered another wine. What a beautiful place to be. Was this what happiness felt like? Wait, what were they doing again?

Yuuri?” Yuuri smiled at Victor, feeling a little bit dizzy.

“Sorry Vitya. I may have had…hehe…just a bit too much to drink…? This is good stuff!” Holding up his wine glass, Yuuri licked his chocolate lips.

“Drink? That was only your first! Don’t tell me you seriously ate all those bonbons? Didn’t last Christmas teach you there’s alcohol in those as well?” Victor lectured as he looked at the pile of empty boxes in disbelief, and Yuuri lifted his head dreamily.

“Christma- bonbons? Wha?” he blurted out in confusion, and he took a thirsty sip from his new wine when it arrived at the table, yay!

“That’s it Yuuri. No more, geez. Why did you have to eat all the chocolates those girls brought?” Victor leaned over the table to take his wine and also reached out to wipe his mouth, but no.

Girls. Now he remembered why he was feelings so shitty. Triggered, Yuuri slammed the table with both hands- or well, his hand landed flat in his unfinished first course, and he hiccupped.

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Servamp: Tickle the Hedgie

Hey guys! I am back again with another ticklish Hyde Hegdie! This is for the anon who asked for Hyde being ticklish in his hedgehog form. So, anon, I really hope you enjoy this! And I hope everyone else like this too! Oh yeah, and since I promised @otomiya-tickles to try to use the Keep Reading option…I guess I will try it out again XD Anyway! Please enjoy! <3

           Licht literally had no idea how this game of cat and mouse had started. Oh…wait. Yeah, he did. That damned hedgehog had started it. All the Eve wanted to do is practice on his beloved piano and the stupid rat had then decided that he wanted Licht’s attention, and he was not going to take no as an answer. While the Eve was playing, Hyde shifted into his hedgehog form, and then proceeded to jump on the piano keys. The sound of the shitty rat running across the instrument caused Licht to mess up, and then in a fit of anger, try to kick the animal. However, when the hedgehog had ran out of the room, Licht decided to chase him. Which led to the current event of trying to find where that demon had run off to.

                       “Stupid hedgehog,” the Eve muttered, glancing around the room. Knowing how tiny Hyde was in his animal form, the Servamp could literally be anywhere. Scowling, Licht blew out a sigh of annoyance, and decided to screw it, he could kick the hedgehog’s ass later. Turning around, Licht slowly walked back towards the piano room, hoping he could at least get thirty minutes in before Hyde chose to bug him again. Sadly, the Eve did not get his wish, because as soon as he entered the room again, the sounds of something walking on his piano filled his ears. “Hyde!”

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Fuck Valentine’s Day (Tsukkiyama)

A/N: Haikyuu!! (Yamaguchi/Tsukishima, lee Yama) -  4. “What’s wrong..?” - prompt by @otaku-onee-sama // Valentine-ized. 

Okay so two things. Present tense fic, what? Plot… what!? Sorry, I’m not really sure what this thing is XD It’s a fic, I guess. A very tickly one hueuhe<3 

Summary: Forgetting about Valentine’s Day isn’t the worst thing you can do. Secretly hoping for something special on Valentine’s Day isn’t the worst thing you can do. Still, a certain turn of events has both Tsukishima and Yamaguchi end up feeling bad, all because of that stupid day; Valentine’s Day. 

Word Count: 2000 (so satisfying omfg)

Tsukishima is still on the phone when he sees Yamaguchi slip inside, a cute smile spread on his freckly face. Ah, he can’t wait to tell him.

“Right, yes! I will see you then. Thank you very much!” he finishes, and he smiles when Yamaguchi plops himself down on the couch.

“What was that?” Yamaguchi asks brightly.

“My letter got accepted, got a job interview next Tuesday,” Tsukishima says as he walks over to the couch to plant a greeting kiss on Yamaguchi’s lips.

“The job in Sendai? Really? That’s great! Hehe. That’s.. wonderful…” Well, that sure has to be the fastest transition from a cute Yamaguchi smile to what looks more like… disappointment?

“What? What’s wrong..?” Tsukishima asks quickly, and he shoves his phone in his pocket while he eyes Yamaguchi’s concerned expression in confusion.

“Nothing! Nothing. I’m happy for you! You’ll do great.” Yamaguchi is too quick to answer, and there is that smile again - well more something that has to resemble Yamaguchi’s trademark smile. Tsukishima just knows his partner too well.

“You’re lying. Come on, we both know I want this job so bad. Doing this next to my studies will offer me great opportunities for my future. What, are you afraid I won’t have time for you left? Is that it?” Tsukishima says that last bit with a bit of a laugh as he places a hand on Yamaguchi’s shoulder, but the boy shakes his head and does an even better attempt at faking his own smile.

“No, not at all!” he says. Tsukishima stares intently at him, until the point that Yamaguchi obviously starts to feel awkward. He blushes, and Tsukishima just can’t help but note how cute he is.

“No, no it’s great. If you get that job, I’ll most surely be more motivated to do my homework w-while you’re not here,” Yamaguchi says with that adorable blush, and he shrugs.

But…?” Tsukishima adds, glaring at him though he can’t help but smirk, proud of himself for being such a pro at seeing right through Yamaguchi. And he’s right, Yamaguchi simply throws himself back onto the couch and curls up in adorable embarrassment.

“But Tuesday is Valentine’s Day Tsukki!” Yamaguchi whines. Oh. Tsukishima stares at him and sighs. Valentine’s Day, alright. 

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