note: romantic fluff - based after the last bit of the movie, way into their happily ever after + sweet sfw tickle moments included
Switch of Schedules
Markl was running through the new little yard attached to Howl’s moving or, at the moment, resting castle. It was still early, the sun began to wake up, above Starlake, and painted a beautiful sunrise onto her canvas. White clouds got shades of light-blue, orange and a little pink here and there. Heen was chasing Markl, or was it the other way around? Every now and then, when the boy tried to take a break while sitting on the grass, the little dog came around to lick Markl’s cheek, happy he could catch the boy. Markl, exhausted and a little ticklish, giggled even louder, when Heen got him once again. Calcifer, still a little sleepy, and because of that, grumpy as can be whisper-shouted: „Markl! Heen! Be quiet. Some of us wanna sleep in.“ His new spot, half-outdoorsy, half-inside, got him closer to their play in the yard. But, because kids and pets tend to not listen - they kept up the running, laughter, barks and noise in general. They simply didn’t care - the joy of being a kid - or a pet.
„Howl?“, Sophie whispered, her eyes open while she smiled brightly. She had woken up from Markl, because he was flooding the house with infectious laughter and happiness: „Howl!“
Her husband just yawned, turning on his side, away from his spouse, trying to get some more sleep. Sophie on the other hand was fully awake now, inspired by the joy downstairs to spark a little mischief fun here too. She turned herself around, facing Howl’s back now. She moved closer, one arm around his slender torso, her face buried into his neck and midnight-black hair. She caressed his chest and bare tummy, graced over his skin with her fingertips, oh so softly. Howl was only wearing pajama pants, because, well, Sophie’d put on the matching top of his pj’s - as always. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, enjoying his scent, his soft skin underneath her lips and fingertips, while his muscles tightened under her gentle yet teasing touch.
„Mhhhmsohophie“, a sleepy complaint was mumbled into his pillow, aside with a huffed laugh. He moved his right arm to cover his ribs and sides, but Sophie was quick enough to still get to his sensitive spots on his upper body. Her fingertips crept over the back of his ribs, up and down, which aroused goosebumps all over his body, an unexpected shake rushed through the wizard: „Sohophie, lehet me sleep“, he chuckled: „at least for a bit longer“
„No, my love“, she whispered, smirking: „Remember our talk last night?“
„N…noho?“
„I bet you do“, she giggled, her husband was adorable but stubborn as always.
„I dohon’t“ (He did.) He laughed into his pillow: „Behe a good wife and let your husband alone.“
„I beg you pardon?!“, she was lowering her voice, dangerously. Her fingertips had stopped their teasingly-soft movements.
„Be a dear, and make breakfast, if you can’t sleep any longer.“
„Excuse me?!“
„That’s what you do beHEST!“, the last word burst as shriek out of his mouth.
„Oh! You’ve got some nerve!“, she hissed, smirking, while her fingertips had found their way under his arm. She was hovering her love, her upper body covering his torso, her face super-close to his now.
„Sohophehehie“, Howl tried to vanish, laughter was drawn out of his lungs while his wife attacked one of her wizard’s most vulnerable spots (the only one she knew of!). She wormed her fingers further into the soft skin of his, shaken by his wiggles and movements beneath her own body.
„Aha-aholright, I give. I gihive“, he was out of breath, still giggling, when her fingertips left that one weak-spot. He turned on his back, Sophie still all over him, snuggling her face into the crook of his neck. Howl put his arms around her, embracing his darling tightly, still shaken by his giggles, both had wide smiles on their lips.
„What was it again, what you decided last night?“, he mumbled, kissing her forehead.
„Oh-ho, what I decided?“
„Yes?“
„Noho, Howl. You offered me to fulfill a wish - any kind - today. That’s not my own decision, Wizard. That’s a gift.“
„Ah, seems kinda right, yes. What was your wish again?“
„A switch of our schedules for one day.“
„Huh…“
Sophie kissed his neck: „Like a role-play. You promised it.“
„I did, actually.“, he whispered, teasing her again: „But what if I don’t want to?“
Her grin grew wider: „No backtalk, or else…“, her fingertips ghosted over his bare ribs again - equally teasing on both sides this time.
„Alright, ahalright, love.“
„So…“, Sophie started with a serious tone in her voice: „…my role for today is to stay in bed“
„Aha?“
„Complain how exhausted I am from life“
„Hey!“, he chuckled.
„It’s true. You always whine and complain“, she giggled.
„Huh…“
„It’s true. Don’t talk your way out of this.“
„…“
„So, I’ll relax while you, dear husband“, a kiss on his chest: „take care of everything and everyone - to begin with, you could make breakfast. And“
„And?“
„Don’t burn the food to proof a point. I know you can cook.“, she smiled, looking up into his blue eyes: „You’re actually quite good at cooking.“
„So, Sophie Jenkins Pendragon“
„Yes, Howl Jenkins Pendragon?“
„Do you want to eat in bed or do you want to join the rest of us later?“, a nudge of his nose against hers followed.
„I would like to join you.“ (The thought alone of all the crumbles in bed? NO!)
He nodded, humming, turning them both around while Sophie giggled, now underneath his body. He lowered his face, lips hovering over hers: „I’ll take care of everything, my love. Relax.“
Sophie, still in bed, was reading a novel while she listened to the different voices. The open french doors of their master bedroom, as well as the summerly breeze, made it a little easier to sneak on talk snippets. Granny, the former witch of the wastes, was in her rocking chair. Sophie could hear the squeaks and creaks of it. She giggled, when Howl ordered Markl and Calcifer around - yet with a please at the end of his sentences. A significant side-effect of playing her role for the day.
Breakfast made by Howl was delicious this morning. Sophie wouldn’t mind if Howl could take care of that specific task more often but being with no responsibilities at all? She was very bad at acting like Howl for a whole day. Every time, when she tried to be in charge for something, even something small like putting the cleaned and dried dishes away, Howl came to remind her of her certain wish.
„Ah-ah! Sophie, don’t get carried away again, huh?“, he smirked, grabbing her from behind, pulling her into a tight uplifting embrace to carry her to the lounge chairs outside: „Behave and relax, will you?“, one of his eyebrows went up, while his eyes sparkled amused, his smile widened when Sophie wiggled uncomfortably on the cozy furniture underneath her. His arms were on either side of her shoulders, holding her locked in place while his face was close enough, so the tip of his nose could touch hers.
„But… it’s…“
„Yes?“
„Doing nothing at all? I can’t stand it.“, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, pouting: „It’s exhausting.“
Howl stood up, hands on his hips, facing the sky with closed eyes, laughing his loudest laugh: „Seehee? It is exhausting!“ While the tall wizard laughed at her, she chuckled, shaking her head amused. What had she married into?!
Later, when Markl and Grandma were already in bed, Heen probably curled up next to Markl on his bed, Sophie told Calcifer: „Heat up the bath for me! Now!“
„Sophie?“, the fire-demon was staring at her, wide eyes and confused. It wasn’t her way of asking for something: „What is going on with the two of you today?“, he asked, lurking at her and his friend somewhere behind her.
„I am sorry, Calcifer.“, she whispered, putting up an extra log for him later. Howl’s low giggles were audible in the background, while he’d put the cleaned dishes and dinner left-overs away.
„Would you be so kind and heat up the bath for me, Calcifer? Please?“, Sophie asked again, whispering. She didn’t want to tell Calcifer about their secret.
„Ah-huuuh! I shall do.“, he mumbled, still unsure what was going on.
Sophie, all soaked and warmed up, returned to her bedroom. Steam crawled over the wooden floors, the tiny bathroom window could only suck a small amount of it out into the night. Time would take care of it. Her star-light hair was still a little damp, when she leaned against the door frame, smiling, looking down at her exhausted husband on their bed. He was on top of the duvet, already in his pajama-pants, covering his face with his forearms. A soft giggle escaped her lips, while she was putting on the matching top. The lower end of it touched her thighs, while she was shoving the sleeves up a little - her routine, night after night. She wasn’t as tiny as her sister yet way smaller than her husband - the slender, giant wizard.
„How are you?“, she whispered, when she crawled up next to him.
„Exhausted“, he sighed, Sophie laughed.
„Don’t laugh“, his eyes still closed, arms still crossed over his face: „I really am.“
„See? That’s how real exhaustion feels like.“
He growled something, incomprehensible, embracing his wife in a quick move, turning them both over. Now she was underneath him, already giggling, while he kissed the tip of her nose: „Did you enjoy your day today?“
„Honestly?“
„Mmmhmmm?“
„Half and half.“
„What’s that supposed to mean, huh?“
„Well, on the one hand, I enjoyed staying in bed a little longer. I enjoyed your cooked goods. Your meals were delicious, especially the breakfast. I could get accustomed to that.“
„And on the other?“, he pecked a kiss on her cheek.
„I felt awful, not having anything to do, just sitting around or, if I tried to help?“
„Yes?“, a smirk appeared on Howls lips.
„You just bossed me around, back on a lounge chair, to do nothing at all, again and again.“
„I bossed you around like you always do.“, he chuckled.
„Noho, that’s not how I do it.“, Sophie giggled, looking up at her wizard with midnight-sky hair, who lowered his head a little more.
His lips were very close now. She could feel his breath on her skin: „No?“
„Absolutely not. I wouldn’t boss you around to sit down and do nothing!“
Howl chuckled, his soft laughter vibrated through her own body.
„Unfohortunately not.“
„At least“, she giggled: „I am much more polite than you are.“
Her magically-gifted husband stiffened a laugh, caressing her lips with his own: „Maybe a little.“, he whispered.
„A little?!“, she hissed.
Howl chuckled, kissing her, close to her ear: „Don’t make me use your superpower against you, the day hasn’t ended yet.“
„What superpoweheher?“, she squeaked, while Howl had poked her own ribs a couple of times, as a warning.
„Hehey!“
„See?“, he chuckled: „That’s a superpower of yours and you are just as susceptible and vulnerable to this, as I am…“
„Oh-ho, no. Howl, pleahehease, don’t!“, Sophie shrieked and giggled while his fingertips ran over her sides, softly and knowing. If she would be able to open her eyes, even for a split second, she could see hearts in his eyes. He adored his starlight-haired wife. While Howl was a little distracted by all the love he felt, Sophie grabbed his upper arms and squeezed them. It was a move to shove her husband away from her, but with that? She hit his own sensitive spots a little too much for his own good. He collapsed onto her body, chuckling while she giggled. Sophie embraced her lover, pulling him tightly against her own body, with curious fingertips running over his bare skin. The back of his ribs was very sensitive to her touches, but Howl shrieked suddenly.
„What was that?“, she giggled, very excited.
„Nothing!“, he squeaked.
„Nothing, hmm?“, she chuckled and her fingertips ran over his lower back - now on full speed. He laughed his head off, into the crook of her neck, which made her giggle in return.
After a while, when the laughter had subsided, only a low chuckle here and there, the couple was facing each other: „Guess I found another weak spot of yours“, Sophie grinned happily.
„Maybe…“, Howl mumbled into his palms in-front of his face, his midnight-sky hair was a mess and all over the pillow as well as his hands and forehead.
„Hey“, she whispered softly, lowering his hands to look into his eyes: „that’s fine. I have a lot of them too.“ A giggle escaped her beautiful mouth and Howl leaned forward to kiss his wife: „You sure do“, he chuckled against her lips, a wide smile on his own.
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Oh, hi dear, I just discovered your prompts list and checked your fandoms list. And smiled a lot because you’ve got Maeve x Spencer on it. ♥️
May I ask for 62 or 93, please?
I wish you happy writing and loads of inspo, snacks and energy for this hopefully fun project. ☺️
drabble prompts!! // tysm for the request lovely!!!
62. "You're not exactly subtle." / 93. "I have things to do."
"Maeve, c'mon—"
"I have things to do," Maeve replies, but she's laughing when she says it, barely looking at the files in front of her.
"You've looked over that patient twice already," Spencer replies, coming up behind her at her desk, putting his arms around her shoulders from behind. "You don't miss things. If you're trying to avoid me..."
"Not at all!" she said, leaning back into his hold. "I just...I..."
"You're not exactly subtle," Spencer tells her, and she can hear the smile in his voice without having to turn her head. "If you want me to distract you from work, you could just say so."
His fingers easily find purchase in the curve of her sides, and she holds her breath as they begin to gently tickle, making goosebumps spread over her skin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, voice shaking.
Spencer chuckles. "Of course you don't, doctor. Now, put down the file, and laugh for me."
A/N: might contain spoilers, because it’s based after the last episode (of season 1). Other warnings? Nope. Pure sfw tickly flirt/tease fluff that’s all.
It has been calm yet eventful at the Kudou’s this morning - lots of shared giggles and sweet gazes have been exchanged. Miyo was already in the kitchen, her apron all over her, the light-pink kimono with cherry blossoms underneath it.
“Tell me, Miyo, how can I help?”
“Huh?”, Miyo turned around with a gasp: “I-ah…”, she blinked at her fiancé. He leaned against the doorframe frame, his dark-blue go-to kimono at home made his eyes even more blue. He looked dashing in it, crossed arms, slight smile. What a beautiful person, she thought. It was her first thought, when she met him. It will be the one accompanying her, every day in their shared life. He was beautiful, inside and out. She blushed, she could feel her heartbeat was increasing.
She replied: “D-Don’t you want to wait in the living room, until I prepared breakfast? Read the paper? It’s your free day, don’t you wanna rest a bit?”
“I would rather be here …with you”, he gasped: “instead of being all on my own somewhere else.”
“Oh?”
“Don’t you want to have me around?”
Her eyes widened, blushing even more. She whispered: “I would enjoy your company.”
“I could take care of the tea? I have fire abilities, that could come in handy?”, he smirked, shy and blushing, like his fiancée.
Miyo giggled: “Huh, that’s true,… I-ah… alright then.” Kiyoka pushed himself up and away from the doorframe he had leaned on, entering the kitchen to support her.
“You’re cheating.”, Miyo accused the young gift-user, giggling.
“Wh-huh… what?”
“You’re cheating.”, Miyo pointed at his hand. He’d enlighten the fire with his powers, but had also touched the kettle on the stove constantly, little flames were licking over its side, steam was already escaping - signaling it was nearly ready.
“I-huh… is that cheating? I thought I was saving us some time?”, he gasped, honestly astonished.
“I am sor…”, he stopped her with his other hand, raised up, right away: “Please, Miyo, don’t jump four steps backwards again, don’t apologize for everything. Will you do me this favor?”
She nodded, blushing, with a hint of a smile on her lips: “I’ll try.”, he said, stroking some of her hair behind her ear. (He adored her cute little ears.)
“Good. So, when the tea is ready, what can I do next?”
“I-ah… I am not so sure about that.”, she stiffened, blushing again under his touch.
“Hmm…”, he hummed: “Shall I re-heat the soup?”
Miyo had grabbed some left overs from yesterday, to mix and match a quicker breakfast, all spread out on the kitchen counter.
“Oh, well, you could try. But be careful. It only needs to simmer, don’t boil it.”, she giggled. His eyes were sparkling with amusement and confusion, equally: “Alright, I’ll try my best.”
They worked silently, side by side, and while Miyo prepped the tamagoyaki (like Miss Yurie had shown her), she always had an eye on the miso soup… and Lord Kudou.
After they ate, even if Miyo tried to stop him, they did the dishes together. He had used his abilities to heat up the water: “So, what do you say? Am I a cheater or time-saver?”
His fiancée replied, giggling: “I-ah, you’re a bit of both, I guess.”
He was currently drying the plates and bowls, with his bare hands unfortunately, after Miyo had cleaned them in the hot water.
“No magic for this task, I am afraid.”, he chuckled - making Miyo giggle again. It was by far his favorite sound.
“Thank you”, Miyo said, looking up to her fiancé, when he offered her a cup of tea: “Isn’t it supposed to be my task again, making tea for you?”, she whispered shyly.
“Maybe it’s supposed this way, but… I have a day off, so do you. And”
“Yes?”
“I have this incredible fire abilities. You don’t.”, he chuckled, teasing her: “So… it would be a waste, not to use them, right?”
“Pffft… If you say so…”, she giggled.
Lord Kudou ‘folded’ his tall figure next to his tiny fiancée, on a comfortable pillow, enjoying their view into the blooming backyard, side by side again.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”, Miyo whispered into her tea cup, hiding her wide smile.
“Huh”, he gasped. He enjoyed their playful banter and gentle flirting. It was a definite sign, that Miyo was relaxing more every day, by his side, as well as he did by hers. They’ve chosen each other for love and life. He leaned against the doorframe, his back and head touched the warm wood. When he reached out to put his empty teacup back on the tray, Miyo leaned over to him, whispering softly: “Kiyoka?”
“Huh… yes, Miyo?”
“May I… come a little closer?”, she looked up at him, peeking through her dark lashes.
“Oh…”, he was surprised but happy, to say: “I would enjoy that very much.” It was the very first time, she’d asked for a hug. Normally, he was the one who’d drag her into an embrace. Miyo slid closer to her fiancé, on her knees, bringing her pillow underneath it with her. He chuckled, because she was still moving slow and careful - as if she tried to reassure herself that it was fine to seek comfort next to him.
“There you go”, he said, smiling, his arm around her back, pulling her a tiny bit closer to his side. She giggled, leaning her head against his chest. He sighed and started to caress her hair with soft strokes.
“That’s so…”, she whispered: “so nice.”
“Just nice, hmm?”, he chuckled.
“Y-yes?!”, she tried to lean a little away from him, unsure, but Lord Kudou pulled her back, gently, with his hand on her shoulder.
“Stay, Miyo.”, he added, chuckling: “It’s fine, if you think it’s just nice.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingertips caressed her neck and chin-line on its way back up, she stiffened.
“Is everything alright?”
“Y-yes…”, she whispered.
“Are you sure?”, the young gift-user was concerned.
“…”
“What is it, Miyo? Talk to me, please.”, he whispered, caressing her cheek and chin-line again, unsure, what had changed the mood between them, all of a sudden.
He could feel the jolt that went through her body: “I-it’s your touch.”
“Should I stop? Is it too…?” (What? Intimate? He thought, questioning, if he overstepped a certain boundary of hers. He had touched her before, caressed her cheek or neck gently, but maybe it was too much? Too early? They haven’t even kissed yet. Wait, where did that thought come from?) He cleared his throat, flustered by his own mind and anxious, not knowing, what she might say.
“I-ah… it’s just…”, she mumbled, not knowing what to say: “…it’s very pleasant. And surprisingly comforting. I’ve never experienced a certain touch like that before…”, she blushed, adding: “before I met you.”
“Oh”
“It’s not only nice, though.”
“Oh-huh”, he sighed relieved, a short laugh joined his sigh.
“And… I started to wonder…, if…”
“Yes?”
“I can’t imagine… how it feels for you.”
“What do you mean?”
She giggled, behind her raised fingertips: “…like… when we woke up?”
“OH.”, he gasped, flustered. The thought of his unplanned slumber next to her came up his mind, the way she teased his neck with her soft strokes, made him blush like a school boy: “Well… it’s pleasant for me as well, but also… difficult to endure at the same time?”
“Oh?”
He caressed her neck, soft and gentle strokes up and down, the lightest pressure. Goosebumps aroused under his fingertips, a shiver ran down her spine.
“I guess… I am not…”, she sighed: “I am not… ticklish then.”
He frowned, shaking his head slightly, yet amused: “Maybe…”
“…”
“…or maybe it’s just your neck, that isn’t?”
“Huh?”
Oh gods… how did he got here?
“Well…”, he gasped, closing his eyes for a second: “…as you know by now, I have a very sensitive neck.”
Miyo giggled: “Yes.”
“…and, since my sister felt the urge to attack me yesterday, ruthless I might add…”, they both chuckled at the same time, remembering his arrival yesterday: “…well, that attack showed you, that I am also ticklish…”, don’t give away too much information, he thought: “…at my waist, unfortunately.”
“Oh, yes.”, she giggled and stiffened. Would he… target her waist next?
“What about…”, his fingertips glide up her neck, gently caressing her ear: “here?”
“Just…”
“Nice?”
“Y-yes.”
“Hmmm…”, his fingertips went down her neck again, softly caressing over her shoulder, sliding a little backwards to the back of her ribs.
“What about this spot?”, his fingertips tapped over her kimono, light movements.
“N-nothing like you described it.”
Lord Kudou shook his head minimal, disbelieving, Miyo leaned herself a little more into his embrace, sighing: “Just… pleasant.”
“Huh!”, he was astonished, wondering, how that spot could be just pleasant only. It was one of the weak spots he had in common with his sister. There was another spot, close enough to try. Miyo moved suddenly, a little forward to drink another sip of her tea, but before her fingertips reached the cup, Kiyoka’s fingertips hurried. He had to use this little gap between her arm and side. The tips of his fingers stroked over the silky fabric, above her upper rib and very close to her armpit, in circular movements.
“OH!”, Miyo squeaked surprised and alarmed, trying to press her arm close to her body.
“So?”, Kiyoka asked, his crooked smile was a clear sign that he enjoyed this (shared spot) a little too much: “What about here?”, his fingertips pushed themselves a little more into the space underneath her arm, tapping and stroking gently but firm enough to tease her.
“Uh-uh”, she shook her head, giggling.
“No?”, he chuckled: “Are you sure? Is it just pleasant, like the other spots before?”
Miyo’s cheeks were blushing, she didn’t know what to say, do or even feel: “L-lord Kudou, plehease.”, she giggled, her own fingertips had found their way back up, hiding her smile.
“Oh Miyo.”, he left the promising spot, to grab his fiancée by her shoulders, leaning down a bit to whisper close to her ear: “You made me so happy, by calling me Kiyoka. It’s a step back, if you say Lord Kudou again.”
She gasped, still giggling: “I am so-sorry, my Lord.”
Kiyoka chuckled, his hands went to his own hips now: “Oh Miyo, another two steps back, huh?”, he shook his head in disbelief, the crooked smile tucked at his lips. He tried to embrace her, but Miyo, lightning fast, got on her feet, giggling and still flustered: “L… Kiyoka, I am sorry.”
„That’s enough.“, he growled, with a playful spark in his eyes and his boyish smile, he stood up himself. His tall, slender body made his teasing reply even more flustering for poor Miyo: „I wasn’t done with my exploration. Come back.“
„No-ho“, his fiancée shrieked, hurrying away from his threat, still unsure if she enjoyed this experience a little too much or not at all.
„Oh-ho, yes.“, he chuckled, slowly following her giggles.
When Miyo entered the hallway, giggling and flustered, with Kiyoka near by, the telephone rang: „Residence of the Kudou’s, Miyo Saimori speaking?“, she gasped, a little out of breath from the chase: „Yes.“
Her fiancé was now right behind her, listening carefully, who might be at the other end.
„Hazuki!“
…
„I am fine, don’t worry.“
…
„Exhausted? No, oh, it’s… I just hurried to get the phone call.“, Miyo turned around, leaning her back against the wall while Lord Kudou’s sky-blue eyes sparkled amused. Her cheeks were blushing under his gaze: „Not today, no. He has a day off.“
…
Kiyoka leaned closer, one hand on the wall next to Miyo’s face, while his right hand stroked over her head, her cheek, under her chin. His thumb caressed over her lips, unexpected for both of them. It was instinctively.
„…come again, please?“, Miyo blushed, she tried to listen to Hazuki, but her fiancé’s actions made it impossible.
„No.“
…
„Oh, I meant yes. Sorry.“
…
His right hand left her face, his fingers wiggled in-front of her face - his gesture was meant to give her the phone, but Miyo’s eyes widened. Kiyoka chuckled: „Let me talk to her, please.“
„Wait, your brother…“, Miyo couldn’t say more, he had already grasped the phone: „Hazuki.“, he smiled, while looking down at Miyo. He was still incredibly close to her: „Yes, she’s a little…“
…
„Yes, sister. I’ll take care she get’s some rest.“
…
„Yurie isn’t… Uh-huh?“
…
„No, Hazuki. You don’t have to.“
….
„Tomorrow is fine.“
…
„NO!“, he hissed.
„Good bye, Hazuki.“, looking Miyo deep in the eyes, he whispered: „Yes. I’ll treat her like the goddess she is.“
After the phone call was over, he said: „My sister adores you, more than she should.“
Lord Kudou’s raspy timbre caressed her soul, his forehead rested against Miyo’s: „She said, I should give you some rest. It wouldn’t be nice, to chase you through the house“, Miyo gasped, her fiancé chuckled: „to do all the chores on your own.“
„Oh.“, she blushed.
„How are you at the moment, Miyo?“
„I-ah…“, she sighed: „I am not so sure.“
„Did I tease you too much?“
„N… no.“, she whispered, her eyes closed.
„Is the…“, Kiyoka cleared his throat: „…was it unpleasant?“
„I-ah…“
„Be honest, please, Miyo.“
„It wasn’t unpleasant. It was… exciting?“, her eyes opened, wide.
„Huh?“
„I mean… it was, like you said.“, she added, smiling: „It’s pleasant but difficult to-to endure?“
Kiyoka Kudou sighed, glad he didn’t overstep any boundaries: „What do you want to do now? It’s still early enough to go somewhere. Do you want to visit the city center?“
„No.“
„Do you want to go for a walk?“
„No, Kiyoka.“, she giggled, her eyes were sparkling with joy.
„Do you want to read? Rest? Please, tell me, Miyo, what do you want?“
His fiancée replied, blushing but bold: „I want to return to the spot on our back porch. I want to feel your heartbeat underneath my cheek, your arms around me…“, she looked up, peeking through her lashes: „And I want to know, if there are other spots like the one you already found?“
„Oh, huh…“, Lord Kudou gasped, not quite believing what she just said. He could feel the joy and excitement, rushing through his veins.
Miyo pushed the tall gift-user a little away from her. She walked around him, taking his hand, pulling it softly to signalize him, he should follow her lead.
Back on the porch, Miyo leaned with her side against Lord Kudou, who was leaning against the doorframe and wall, his back touched the sun-warmed wood. He embraced her, pulling her close to his chest. Her cheek leaned against him, feeling his warmth, while she could listen to his heartbeat. (Ba-dum. Ba-dum.) Kiyoka caressed her head, his right hand went on a journey to discover other sensitive spots, that could make her giggle, shriek or, eventually, laugh.
“I adore your giggles. I adore your smile. My heart beats faster, as soon as this pure joy is visible in your face.“, Lord Kudou whispered, while his fingertips danced lightly over her side. It was nice again, pleasant and not a spot to flee, at least, not for her: “I-ah…“
He cleared his throat, blushing and flustered all over again: „What about this spot?“, he asked, when his right hand grasped her right hip a little, his thumb on her back, the other four fingers on the other side of it.
„Huh!“, she gasped, surprised: „I don’t… know?“
„Shall I try again?“, he chuckled amused. It was lovely, how much she trusted him - how much they both enjoyed the company of each other, as well as this little playful chase of her sensitive spots.
„Yes?“, Miyo giggled excited. She was curious, if there would be such a reaction of her body again, like the one before Hazuki’s phone call.
„So?“, he asked, squeezing her hip again, a couple of times.
„No, no-hot at all.“, she squeaked.
„No? Are you sure? I think, you squeaked.“, he chuckled.
„Just surprised. It feels funny, but not… like the spot before though.“
„Huh“, her fiancé moved his fingers up again, his index finger was stroking over his own chin now: „I am not sure, which spot you’re referring to.“, his crooked smile, not visible for Miyo who was still snuggled into his embrace, would have told her the truth.
„Here?“, he asked, caressing her neck again.
„No“, she giggled, sensing the direction, her fiancé was going for.
„Not? Huh, what about this spot?“, he gently caressed her ear.
„No, Kiyoka“
His left arm was only loosely around her, stabilizing her position but without enough pressure to force her to stay. He offered her a way out of it. He even increased her chance to escape, when he lifted his arm away from her, caressing her head instead.
„Was it this one?“, he scribbled over the back of her ribs, lower this time, closer to her waist: „No-ho, that’s no-hot it“, she giggled. It seemed, his vicious attacks had awoken some more tingling nerve endings under her skin. Maybe they were hibernating before?
„Oh, but it seems, you’re sensitive here now.“, he chuckled, his fingertips crawled, slowly, firm and gentle, over her waist, back and forth around, teasing her lower ribs and back. He enjoyed her joyful struggle, she wiggled in his embrace. His right hand was also caressing her side now, soft strokes up and down, to give Miyo a little break. His fiancée turned her head up and around a little, facing Lord Kudou with a wide, happy smile on her lips, that joyful spark in her pink-purply eyes and her reddened cheeks.
„You’re beautiful, Miyo“, he sighed, happy and astonished about his luck, to be engaged to this beautiful, bold and kind woman. His fiancée sighed happy, flustered and a little exhausted from his playful attacks.
„Are you alright?“, he asked, a little concerned if he went too far.
„Yes, Kiyoka. I am fine. That was a little unexpected, and…“
About your post of feeling unwanted… Feelings are very personal, so it’s ok to feel sad about all of it.
Yet, I don’t think you’re unwanted? Especially your writing skills are killer! I wouldn’t say you’re unwanted.
You’re niche-y.
If you want to write and feel inspired by a certain fandom? Write. Write for yourself and write for the niche. Try not to care about anyone else than yourself AND fans of that niche fandom. So what?! Followers might be surprised, what you write about. But let me tell you something: fans of your writing skills will read your stuff. I read a lot of tickle stories and some times? I have absolutely no clue about the fandom I jumped into. If the writing style is like yours? Like… you’re one of my favorite writers here, so, it doesn’t matter where we are. Niche-y things are a little harder, might need a little more details to get into the story, so more to indulge - known or unknown.
Fans of the same niche will be delighted to read your stuff. Fans of your writing style might enjoy your stories as well… definitely.
I, personally, wrote a romantic onward tickle fic because Barley Lightfood was no where to find in the romantic ticklish story universe. The fandom around Onward might not be so niche-y, yet, there was no romantic Barley content with tickles… I needed to write it. I felt the urge to indulge it. So glad I did.
Fans of those niche-y fandoms will find your stuff eventually. And they will celebrate it - but sometimes it needs time. Time for finding. Time for reading. Also the bravery to share the love about it openly - some are fans of those writings but might have trouble with reblogging (doesn’t fit their tumblr vibe because they feel restricted to their bubble) - that’s another sad side of the story and a sad one in the same extend as yours. Because people feel limited and restricted all the time - I was kinda bad myself with reblogs - but it’s tumblr. It should be a corner of the internet where we can celebrate and share and feel free and indulge different things. Like and heart and share anything (as long as no one is harmed!) and be just ourselfves. Giggly messes indulging things that make us blush and giggle.
Your stories are part of that last bit, for sure. Again. Your writing skills are killer. You are a wonderful person and your stories are astonishing. Create and write for what ever fandom that tickles your fancy! Cheesy, I know. Couldn’t resist. 😏
Have a good one.
Eve
thank you, this is very sweet and encouraging!! it is like 1am and i don't know what else to say other than thank you, i've been sitting on this ask for a bit and i really think you said it all, i don't have anything else to add?? i like that i have niche fandoms, and i love that my fics can make anyone feel happy. thanks again eve ur very sweet xoxo
Got to say this: I am so thankful for you darlings.
Honestly?
When I got the idea for a story about Barley Lightfoot, the cute big brother with his giant heart from Onward, I wouldn’t have guessed that you adore him/the story this much.
I squeak every time, when one of you hits the heart for my romantic reader insert fanfic with him. 🩵
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Edit: “Don’t you dare, devil” - I wrote a drabble for them 🤭
First of all: WOW! I love this and I'd love to see as well as read more about these two. ♥️🫠
Second: If SheHulk (as far as we know from the comic strips) is really ticklish.... just imagine the amount of fanfics around these two. Him discovering this little piece of information, comparing SheHulk's reaction with Jen's reactions... 👀 and her beeing her and striking back?! Because... don't mess with SheHulk, except you're ready to face the back fire. 😏
This movie… these two!!! Cassie and Luke?! It’s love, fire love fire, love love love!!! 😍♥️
The “don’t mess with me” “o-ho, like this?!” fanfic radar spun around in an instant. Like there is so much tackle him / get her and tickle each other vibes, my head is a mess right now. 🤯♥️ Filled with too much fluff and tickle potential for these honeybunches. Like “so many month later and you never told me, you’re (that) ticklish?” “Never asked. Never investigated!” Ding. Ding. Chase him, get him good right on the sofa - or the bed. Make out. Have fun. Laugh a lot in between - the cute-romantic fun way. 😏♥️ Hellz to the yes! 😍
Daredevil and Jen fluff drabble Warnings: None, except fluff and a little tickling • Authors note: Just because my lovely brain came up with THE PERFECT expression as well as headline, I couldn't focus on anything Loki-based now...
On her doorstep, when Daredevil was still kissing SheHulk, his head up high, she suddenly shrunk, changed into her human form. He smiled against her tinier lips. Now he was taller than her, lifting his shoulders for a second and kissed her, a little softer. He’d shut the door with the back of his foot, and when the soft „click“ was audible, Jen grabbed his right shoulder firmly. She pulled him a little backwards, guiding him to her bedroom in the back of her apartment. She intensified the kiss again, trying to get a hold on his armor. But when his right hand, placed on her upper back before, moved to her waist, she stiffened for a brief moment. Jen knew, if she would let him think about that, he might get a clue, what happened. Her attorney-colleague was very smart, so, she moved her left arm from his shoulder, sneaking under his right arm and grabbed his back. So she could loosen the stretched position a bit, and, make herself a little less vulnerable. It was also another way to tell this handsome man, to follow her into the bedroom - faster. His right hand moved a little more downwards, was close to her hip now, when Jen couldn’t avert that giggly hick-up, which left her mouth in that very same moment. Matt, still wrapped in his red and gold suit, stopped kissing her, while he leaned his head back a little, turned sideways to her, so he could listen more carefully: „What was that noise?“
„Ummm, don’t know. A mice perhaps?“
„A mice?“
„Yeeeees?!”
„Oh-ho, let me be more precise: Jen, what was that noise you made?“
Jennifer looked at you, her eyebrows up, her eyes big: „Oh no!“, she whispered to you. She turned her head back to him, putting her forehead against his chest, mumbling something, neither you nor Daredevil could understand.
„Am I correct, assuming that you are… ticklish?“
„No…“, she whispered muffled.
„Oh, so the squeaky noise won’t appear again, when I do this?“, his gloved-hand squeezed her waist, right above her hip bone, again. This time, on purpose, it was unbearable.
„No-ho!“, her curls flew around her face when she shook her head laughing.
„No? No it doesn’t tickle or no, you’re not ticklish?“
„No-hot ticklish, Murdock!“
„Oh? Last name level, now, huh?! Are you sure, Walters? Keen to prove that theory in a more comfy position?“, holding her in a devilish bear-hug now, with no means of escape.
„Do-hon’t you dare, devil!“, she giggled alarmed, while she tried to free herself from his grip. Jen looked at you again, rolling her own eyes because her brain was fogged from making out already: „I am screwed!“
He lifted her dainty figure above his shoulder, squeezing the back of her thigh: „Where is your bedroom?“
„E-hey! Not gonna tell you. Figure it out“
„If you’re not telling me, where your bed is, I’ll gonna search all your sensitive spots right here, on this carpet.“
Jen looked down to her living room floor, his pretty bottom was in her way, when she got an idea: „Oho-kay, it’s…“
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It’s a drabble as well as a fanfic-promise. SheHulk and Daredevil, Matt and Jen combinations for these lovely guys will follow. I'll write it, after I finished my Loki story.
