your local butch lesbian

My name is Jay and I produce mostly tickling content with some other stuff thrown in. Headcanons, fanfics, and just general yapping is what you can expect here.

*Commission info and guidelines*

I write for a variety of different ships from arcane, The last of us (video games) and Kpop demon hunters.

Commissions page: https://ko-fi.com/lesbianandstressing/commissions

Pricing

1,000-1,300 words: $15

2,000-2,300 words: $25

3,000-3,300 words: $40

4,000-4,300 words: $55

5,000-5,300 words: $70

6,000-6,300 words: $85

7,000-7,300 words: $90

For commissions, you can reach out on my kofi page with your idea. If you want to be tagged, that’s fine. If you wish to remain anonymous, that’s totally ok as well. Upfront payment is required. I have ‘pay what you want’ enabled, but please do not expect anything extra if you choose to do this. If for some reason I can’t write it, a refund will be processed.

Guidelines and rules

These are my rules and guidelines for commissions, and there will rarely if ever be an exception to this.

No bodily fluids such as vomit or human waste, unless being described in a sick fic. But absolutely no NSFW stuff with that.

No incest, pseudo incest, or pedophilia

No graphic depictions of abuse or sexual assault.

No anal, I just don’t feel comfortable writing that.

No reader inserts.

No girl penis. Not transphobic in anyway, I just simply don't know how to write something like that.

No non-con. This includes sex and tickling, so I won't write a story about a character being kidnapped and tickled against their will.

Almost anything else is fair game. If you’re unsure about if I’ll write about it or not, please dm me for clarification.

Here are the romantic pairings I will write for:

Kpop Demon hunters:

Polytrix (Mira x Rumi x Zoey)

Rumi x Mira

Mira x Zoey

Mira x Rumi

Jinu x Rumi

The Last Of Us

Dina x Ellie

Joel x Tess

Arcane League of legends

Caitlyn x Vi

Ekko x Powder

Any platonic pairings from these fandoms are acceptable as well.

General

Tickle fights are incredibly common, and the couch is their tickle battlefield

There are various clips of them tickling each other during concerts, meet and greets, and interviews

Zoey is most commonly the victim, but she gets her fair share of being the ler as well

Rumi

Lee leaning switch.

Ticklishness level: 9/10

Very ticklish, but avoided any sort of physical contact due to fear of her patterns being exposed.

Much more open to it post reveal.

Was tickled a handful of times by Celine growing up.

Worst spots are her feet, neck, and ribs.

Her patterns are especially sensitive, tracing over them will drive her nuts.

Loves tickling Zoey and Mira, Zoey because her laughter is the sweetest thing, and Mira because she loves seeing her tough demeanor crumble.

Wiggling fingers definitely make her squirm and giggle nervously.

Generally enjoys being tickled because it helps shut her mind off when she’s anxious.

Has been tickled by Zoey and Mira when she’s about to hit a high note, which makes her squeak and squeal before she can even hit it.

Laughter is very loud, contagious, and frantic if you get her worst spots.

Cheer up tickles are frequent for her.

Mira

Ler leaning switch.

Ticklishness level: 8/10

Pretty ticklish but not as sensitive as her band mates.

Wasn’t tickled much until she met Zoey and Rumi.

Worst spots are her hips and armpits.

Definitely prefers being the ler, but is open to being tickled every once in a while.

Laughter is much higher pitched than you would think, she squeaks and cackles hysterically.

Tickles Zoey as revenge for pranks.

Her feet aren’t her worst spot, but she’s still not a fan of them being touched.

Enjoys gentle tickles, enough to make her giggle but nothing too intense.

Gets cocky when sparring, has to be taken down a notch by Rumi and Zoey, and they usually tickle her senseless.

Isn’t flustered by the word tickle in general, but gets flustered when someone mentions her ticklishness.

There are very few moments of her being tickled online, she has a reputation to uphold.

Gets tickled into a giggly puddle and teases for being the tough girl who is reduced to tears by a little tickling.

Zoey

A switch through and through.

Ticklishness level: 11/10

Literally the most ticklish person on Earth.

She’s incredibly sensitive everywhere, but her most ticklish spots are her feet, neck, and stomach.

The most frequent victim among her band mates.

Loves being tickled and tickling others.

Her laughter is super sweet and bubbly, and it’s impossible not to laugh with her.

Was tickled all the time growing up, and the one who introduced Mira to it.

She’s very teasing when tickling others, definitely says “here comes the tickle monster!”

Very flustered by tickling but only when she’s the victim of it.

Wriggling fingers make her run away, but she doesn’t get far before someone catches her.

Tracing Rumi’s patterns is truly one of her favorite hobbies.

Super sensitive to raspberries on her neck and stomach.

There are hundreds of clips of her online being tickled and tickling others.

An alternate reveal of Rumi's patterns, lots of hurt/comfort, and Rumi getting tickled to death. So just another Wednesday.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86503391

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“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

Rumi screeches, cackling loudly as Mira scribbles under her arms. Zoey pokes and prods at her rib cage.

“STAAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEASE! GEHEHEHET AWAY!”

“But your laughter is so cute!” Zoey pouts, blowing a raspberry on her neck. She squeals, completely trapped in the cuddle pile, unable to move away from the tickly fingers.

“MEHEHEHEHERCY! STOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!” She howls, tears forming in her eyes.

Fingers scurry on her belly, and she bucks. Mira and Zoey have no intention of stopping anytime soon, completely relentless in their playful attack.

She supposes there are worse situations to be in.

“If you’re not ticklish, than why are you laughing?”

Cruel fingers scribble on her soft tummy, making her buck and squeal with cackling laughter.

Zoey always denies her ticklishness as a defense mechanism, when anyone who knows her well enough is very aware she’s one of the most ticklish people on the planet.

Especially Mira and Rumi.

Rumi skitters in her armpits, and she screeches, slamming them down to her sides.

“Come on, maknae! Keep your arms up!”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” She howls, face beet red as the thrashes wildly. “PLEHEHEHEHASE! MEHEHEHERCY! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!”

Mira blows a raspberry, simultaneously scribbling all over her sides and ribs. It’s pure torture.

It isn’t the first time they’ve tickled her, and it certainly won’t be the last.

“Don’t tell me I found another tickle spot.”

Zoey’s face flushes. Rumi had simply grasped her elbow, and Zoey had jumped back with a squeal.

Before Zoey can even react, Rumi pins her face down, arms straight out, legs flailing against the couch.

Manicured nails begin scratching all over her elbows, and Zoey is cackling with laughter in seconds.

Her hands are secured under Rumi’s legs, making it impossible to break free.

“Ahahahaha nohohohoho! Stahahahahap it!” She laughs, thrashing wildly.

“There really isn’t a single inch of you that isn’t ticklish.” Rumi teases, scribbling at Zoey’s neck to prove her point. Zoey shrieks, scrunching up her neck to avoid the devilish fingers.

“Quhihihit ihihihihit! Nahahahahaha!” Zoey cackles, tears of mirth already forming in her eyes.

Rumi grins.

“We’re just getting started, little one.”

For the next 45 minutes, desperate laughter fills the penthouse.

“Don’t make me tickle you awake.”

Rumi stands at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her chest, frustration seeping into her tone.

Anyone who knows Mira knows she’s not a morning person.

Meaning that the leader has to use certain…techniques to get the dancer awake.

She jumps onto the bed, sneaky fingers slipping under the blankets and digging into Mira’s ribs.

Mira’s eyes snap open, and she’s already lost to helpless laughter before she can even process what’s happening.

“Whahahahahat thehehe fuhuhuhuck? Hehehehey!” She protests, shoving Rumi’s hands away. Rumi grins, her fangs poking out as she tickles Mira mercilessly.

“We have to be at the comeback shoot in two hours. Two! And you’re still sleeping!” Rumi exclaims, blowing a raspberry on her stomach.

Mira screeches. “Ok! Okokokok! I’m awahahahahahake!”

Rumi’s hands still.

Mira glares.

“You’re so dead.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85307106/chapters/225290316

After the idol awards, Rumi and Celine don’t talk for two weeks.

Neither of them reach out, and that all changes when Rumi decides to call. But it goes straight to voicemail. She tries a few more times but receives nothing. Her texts won’t even deliver.

So, the three of them get on a plane to Jeju.

When they arrive at Celine’s home, they are shocked to see the whole house a complete and total disaster. Takeout containers everywhere, bottles upon bottles of alcohol, and trash everywhere. It’s not anything they are used to, Celine usually keeps her spaces incredibly neat.

When Rumi looks in the living room, she freezes.

Celine is sitting on the couch, an empty wine bottle on the table in front of her. A glass is in her hand, eyes bloodshot red, and she looks like she’s lost 20 pounds.

Up on the tv screen, Rumi sees her younger self. It appears to be a home video. The audio crackles in, and she listens.

“Come on, my sweet girl. You can do it.”

Little Rumi stands up, unsteady on her feet. Her face is focused, tiny brow furrowed. She hesitantly takes a step, before tumbling down.

A loud cry pierces the air. Celine places the camera down, but it still faces Rumi, who’s face is now red with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh my little hunter. It’s ok. You’re alright.”

Celine brings Rumi into her arms, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. “I know that was scary, sweetheart. But you’re ok. I got you.”

Rumi buries her head into Celine’s shoulder, cries quieting.

The video goes on for another ten minutes, Celine clearly forgetting to turn it off. The ten minutes are filled with Celine comforting and soothing Rumi, until the little girl is all smiles again.

The video cuts, the screen going black for a moment before Celine emotionlessly presses play on another video.

In this one, Rumi is older, maybe five or six years old.

“Ok, today’s a big day. My little hunter lost her first tooth!” Celine exclaims, holding up a plastic baggy. The tooth is barely visible with in it.

“Hey! I’m not little!” Rumi exclaims. Celine laughs. She grabs a shrieking Rumi, and the next two minutes show Rumi getting attacked with playful kisses and tickles, until she’s completely breathless and teary eyed.

Celine looks up, finally noticing Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. They are standing there in shock. But Celine seems completely indifferent to them being there.

“Oh great. Now all three of you are showing up.” She says, standing up and grabbing a glass of whiskey from the kitchen.

“Celine? What do you mean by that?” Rumi asks, rushing to follow her.

“I know I failed you Rumi. I know I fucked up and don’t deserve to live after what I put you through. I don’t need Mira and Zoey to tell me that as well.”

Rumi is thoroughly confused. Celine hasn’t talked to any of them in weeks.

Why does Celine think she said that to her?

“Rumi, I think she’s been having drunken hallucinations.” Zoey murmurs. Her own father had been an alcoholic before his death.

“Of me?” Rumi asks. Zoey nods. Celine doesn’t pay any attention, going back to the couch and putting on another video.

Just how long has Celine been drinking herself to death?