#possible triggers

"So uhh...are you gonna tell me why I'm in this chair thing, detective? Oooor are you just gonna stand there...?" Itto is currently in the interrogation room of Shikanoin Heizou’s detective building, sitting in a...chair-like object, his wrists strapped beside his head, exposing his armpits and sides, with his legs out in front of him, bent slightly upwards, his feet resting in a pair of locked stocks.

Surprisingly, there was no one in the building, most the guards off patrolling 

How did Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto find himself in this position? Well, a few days ago he saw a group of kids out on the street. He had asked them what they were doing when they said that they were homeless and were quite hungry. Itto, being the great oni-samaritan that he is...stole some food from a food vendor to give to them.

"They were hungry! What should I have just let them starve?!" He had said to Heizou, the main detective who was put on the case and also a close friend of Itto's.

"No," Heizou had said, "but you didn't have to steal. You could have, y'know, asked the vendor for food for the kids? Or told the shogunate?"

"W-well...that would have taken longer!" Itto had argued.

It continued like this for quite some time, and the original sentence was 60 days of jail time. However, Heizou was able to bump it down to...two hours in the chair that Itto is currently sitting in...or so that's what he was about to tell Itto.

You see, Heizou actually managed to get him completely out of a sentence, saying that he was just trying to help out, and he even managed to convince the shogunate to start handing out free food to those in need. Even so, he still thought Itto needed a little harmless punishment for his crime.

"Well, Itto," Heizou started, "you're sentence for stealing was originally 60 days in jail."

"W-what!? Sixty days?! A-are you sure? I-" Itto panicked. Obviously, he had been in jail before, being quite the troublemaker, but he has never spent longer than a few days because either Heizou or Kuki had helped to get him out. But 60 days? That was frightening for the oni.

Itto was then cut off by Heizou, "Calm down, Itto. You're lucky that I'm close to you because I was able to get you a lighter sentence." Heizou put on a smirk and walked up to Itto's side.

"A lighter sentence? Psh what, so I just have to sit in this chair for a bit- AH!" Itto was suddenly cut short by a ticklish jab into his exposed side, his body flinching in the opposite direction of the ticklish feeling.

"No," Heizou said, rolling his eyes. "This is your sentence." Heizou tried to make his point by lightly scribbling his nails against Itto's side.

Squirming away from Heizou's hand, Itto tried to make sense of what he said, when it finally clicked. "W-whahahat!? Wahahahahait! C'mohohohon! Nohohoho! That's not fahahahahair!"

"Oh I think it's perfectly fair, Itto. Unless you want 60 days in jail?" Heizou quirked his head at Itto, his fingers traveling up to his armpit.

"Nohohohoho! Buhuhut nohohohot tickling! Plehehehease! Ihihihit’s so embahaharassing!" Itto giggled, the tickling already starting to break him down.

Heizou mockingly gasped and teased the oni, "No tickling? But if you didn't want anyone to tickle you then why in Teyvat would you wear that outfit, hm? I mean, just look at it! Your armpits are exposed, as are your ribs...abs...sides...hips..." Heizou moved his fingers to tickle each spot as he said it, tracing his ribs, poking his abs, lightly scribbling his sides, and wiggling his finger in Itto's navel.

"ACK! NOHOHOHO! STOHOHohohop that! EEK!" Itto screeched as Heizou lightly wiggled his finger into his navel. Itto tried to back away from the evil hand tickling it, but his bindings held him right in place, tears starting to form at the corners of the oni's eyes. "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE! MOVE! PLEASE MOHOHOHOVE!"

"Okay," the detective sighed. "I suppose I can go somewhere else..." Heizou smirked as he made his way down the chair and suddenly latched onto Itto’s thighs, clawing into the sensitive flesh.

“NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHahap it!” Itto shrieked, followed by a short chuckle by the detective before he kept moving down the chair, stopping in front of Itto's feet.

"W-wait! Not there! Please, not there Heizou!" Itto pleaded as Heizou removed the geta he wore, though the detective kept his stirrups on...for now.

"Not where? Here?" Heizou teased, running a finger up Itto's sole, from his heel to his toes.

Itto's leg shook violently, the stocks keeping his feet where they were. "NOHOHO! Please! Please don't!"

"Please don't what, Itto?" Heizou smirked, knowing that the oni wasn't the smartest and that there was almost a 100% chance that he'd fall for it.

"Tickle my feet! WAIT-" Itto was cut of by his own laughter, Heizou raking his nails down both of the oni's large feet. Itto's feet shook in the stocks, constantly moving back and forth to try and evade the devilishly ticklish feeling on his soles to no avail, Heizou's fingers always following right behind.

"My, my, my Itto. What big feet you have!" Heizou teased. "So much room to tickle!" He teased as Itto shook his head back and forth, tears starting to fall onto his cheeks from the brutally ticklish onslaught on his feet.

"STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHESE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!" Itto laughed out.

"I don't think so, Itto. I was able to get your sentence down to only two hours in this chair, and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes! Not to mention, I really haven't even done anything~" Heizou laughed out, still raking down Itto's feet.

"NOHOHOHOHO! I- I CAHAHAHANT!" Itto yelled, the tickling starting to become too much for him. To the poor oni being mercilessly tickled right now, 60 days in jail seemed like heaven. Had he known that this is what the detective got his sentence down to, he would have plead for the jail time. "PLEHEHEHEASE! HEIZOHOHOHOU! BREHEHEHEAK! I NEHEHED A BREHEHEAK!"

Slowing down his motions, Heizou's tickling slowly came to a stop, the detective sighing, "Alright, fine. I'll give you a small break. But just know that it's going to get worse~" With that, Heizou retreated from Itto's feet, walking up beside him and then climbing on his legs to straddle his lap, facing him.

"U-Uhm...hehe...w-what are ya doing, detective?" Itto laughed nervously, blushing in the process. Normally for Itto, he would let any of his friends sit in his lap - it was no big deal! But with his current predicament, Itto could only stutter and blush, knowing what was probably coming.

"I'm just getting comfy~ Is that okay, or would you like me to move?" Heizou asked with a smirk.

"N-no, no! This is fine! I wouldn't be upset over a little dude like you sitting in my LahaHAHAP WHAHAHAHA?" Itto was suddenly flown into a fit of laughter as Heizou dug his fingers into Itto's flanks, massaging the soft skin. "NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA!" Itto tried to flail as much as he could, but he could barely move an inch with the detective's body on top of him.

"What's the matter, Itto? Feeling ticklish?" Heizou teased, lightening his touch to quickly flutter his nails over Itto's sides, scratching beside his bellybutton, going to where his sides met his back, which got the oni screaming, and back to their original position. He repeated this motion for quite a while, Itto losing his mind with every passing second.

"COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! I DONT DESEHEHEHERVE THIHIHIS! I WAHAHAS HELPIHIHING!" Itto cried out, desperate for the assault on his sides to end.

Heizou stopped his hands as he looked at Itto’s horns, granting him a small break. Seeing where his vision was focused, Itto started begging. “Where are you…w-wait, Heizou please not there! Not my horns, c’mon little dude!”

Heizou scoffed at the nickname. “Little dude? Oh you are so getting it now.” He smirked as he started to gently glide his fingers around the base of the oni’s horns, where his scalp met the hard material.

Äs soon as Heizou’s fingertips landed on the sensitive skin, Itto let out cute giggles, trying to keep still so he didn’t accidentally hurt the detective with one of his sharp horns. “Eheheheheh nohohoho! Stahahahap it! You’re soho mehehean!”

Smirking at the oni’s outburst, Heizou slowed his fingers to a stop, wiping away the tears on Itto’s cheeks, deciding to be merciful and give him a break before what was coming.

"Well," Heizou sighed, reaching down on his uniform to take off a tassel. "I suppose I haven't used any tools yet..." He smirked teasingly as he looked Itto in the eye, lowering the tassel on Itto's stomach, swirling it into and around his navel.

"T-tools?! Detective come on! Haven’t I suffered enohohohough! Nohohohoho! Whyhyhyhy?” Itto cackled as the tassel made its way into his navel, his upper body trying to thrash, unable to because of the weight that was the detective's body keeping it down.

“Why?” Heizou questioned. “Well, who wouldn’t want to tickle a big, handsome oni like yourself, hm?” Heizou smirked as he teased the oni, a blush now prominent on his face from the teasing.

Itto knew Heizou was flirty – he was flirty with almost everyone! But being in his current predicament, the flirting and teasing was making it so much worse. Itto’s face scrunched up with embarrassment as he laughed. “Stahahap teheheasing me!”

“Oh, but I’m not teasing you, Itto~ You are very handsome. I mean,” he moved the tassel to flutter over his abs, “just look at these abs~”

“Nahahahaha!” Itto giggled.

Heizou stopped his attack with the tassel and turned around so his back was now facing the oni. He placed it between Itto’s feet before striking, digging his hands into Itto’s thighs.

“NOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT! HEHEHEIZOU! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto screamed at the maddening sensations, the hands squeezing and kneading the muscles of his thighs making him fall into helpless laughter.

Heizou giggled as he moved his hands to his knees, squeezing the kneecaps and even fluttering his fingers under them.

Though his knees weren’t that ticklish, it was still enough to make him giggle slightly, acting as a small break. “Ehehehe!”

Heizou finally stopped his assault and got off of the oni’s lap, leaving Itto a panting mess as he went back to his feet and took a box out from under the chair and opened it after slipping Itto’s stirrups off his soles. From the box, he took out some twine and looped it around Itto’s big toes, tying them back to hooks that were on top of the stocks, making it so that Itto could no longer scrunch his toes or move his feet side to side.

“What are you doing now?” Itto whined, hoping that this punishment was coming to a close.

“Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Arataki,” Heizou smirked once again, pulling out a bottle of oil from the box and massaging it into the oni’s soles. “I’m just trying out a technique I thought of.”

At the feeling of the oil being massaged into his soles, Itto closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, the massage feeling much better than what he was going through a few minutes ago. “Mmm…that feels nice…”

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” Heizou pulled out a hairbrush from the box, “it’s about to get much worse~”

Itto went from being in a state of bliss to manic in less than a second, his eyes flying open as soon as the plastic bristles of the hairbrush started moving on his oiled soles. “WHAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAHAT?! NAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Itto’s laughter was hysterical as soon as it started, tears starting to brim at the corners of his eyes at the maddening sensations on his feet, the bristles of the hairbrush moving up and down on his oversensitized feet, from his heels to his toes, over and over again, making Itto laugh helplessly.

“It's a hairbrush, Itto. I thought it could come in handy for this little excursion, and I guess I was right! Wow, it looks like it's driving you wild, yeah~?” Heizou teased, continuing to rake the bristles over his soles like he was trying to scrub a stain from a carpet. Smirking, the detective also kept up his teasing, “C’mon, laugh for me! Your laugh is just so adorable~”

Itto just couldn’t take it anymore. The ticklish feeling was driving him insane, hot tears of mirth freely flowing down his cheeks, his eyes shut tightly as he tried, and failed, to hold in his laughter. What was even worse was that damned detectives teasing. It’s like he was trying to kill Itto with embarrassment. “MmmmmphahAhAHaHAHA! NoHOhOHO MOHOHORE! NAHaHAHAhAHaHA!”

Heizou, almost satisfied and now wanting to draw this show to a close, used his vision to create little wind gusts that kept the hairbrush scrubbing over Itto’s soles as he moved up to once again straddle his lap, giggling evilly as grabbed the oni’s waist and began massaging his thumbs and fingers into his hips.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK! NAHAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHA- GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Itto  tried to uselessly buck his hips and curl his toes, the detective's body and the string preventing him from doing so. He though that what Heizou did before was bad, bu this was so much worse. It felt like all of the nerves on his feet and hips were electrifying him, forcing him to laugh while having no way to lessen the sensations. The hairbrush felt like it was scrubbing over every nerve-ending on his feet, drawing the laughter out of him like it was nothing. Heizou’s fingers were no better – every squeeze and rub from his fingers made him buck uselessly, trying to get away from what was causing his spastic laughter. Around 30 seconds into the torment, Itto’s laughter went silent, only forced wheezes making their way out.

At this, Heizou decided that enough was enough, and decided to stop Itto’s “punishment.”  “Okay,” he smirked, stopping his tickling, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, right?”

Itto could only pant and stare at the ceiling, trying his best to respond to the detective as he drew in much-needed oxygen. “I-its been…two hours…already…?”

“O-oh…um, well,” Heizou started, not knowing how well Itto would take the news that he never actually got this sentence and that it was all Heizou’s doing. “You never actually needed the two hours…” he grinned nervously as he started undoing the restraints on Itto’s wrists, freeing them as he got off of his lap and moved down to the stocks. “I made it up! You never actually needed to be in this chair…I got your actual sentence down to a warning…but I couldn’t just let you go, you needed some type of punishment!” He laughed nervously as he unlocked the stocks, allowing Itto to slide his feet free. “I just chose this because I thought it would be fun…”

“Detective?” Itto said mischievously, starting to sit up and collect himself, putting his stirrups and geta back on. 

“Y-yes, Itto…?” Heizou replied nervously, slowly backing away as a nervous smile painted his face.

“You are gonna get it so much worse. I'll give you ten seconds. Run.” Itto smirked, a playfully mischievous appearance taking over.

“W-what?”

“Ten. Nine.”

With that, Heizou darted out of the room as fast as he could, leaving Itto to chuckle to himself, saying out loud, “That little dude is gonna be in so much trouble when I catch him.”

AHHHH this was actually kind of fin to write??? It was such a change of pace from the usual fluff I write, and even though this was still kind of fluffy, I really got to have some fun with writing restraints and reactions with this one. Let me know how yall liked it!! ^^

Because it was your anniversary, you decided to watch a movie together in your room. He was laying on the bed with you in his arms. You were watching (favorite movie) and eating snacks.

“We should go hiking next week,” he said, taking a chip from the bowl.

“But you have to help me with packing.”

He nodded and adjusted you. Now you were on his chest with his arms around your waist. After a while, he started caressing your small figure. When his hand fell lower than your waist, you tensed and pushed his hand away. Awareness passed through your body, and you quickly sat up.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” you started rambling apologies with tears in your eyes.

He sighed and brought you into a hug.

“Talk to me, please.”

And with that, you started talking about your last relationship. How they wouldn’t take your feeling seriously and would hurt you when you did something they didn’t like. How they would talk shit about you after your breakup.

“’m sorry,” his grip tightened, “I would never hurt you, princess.”

He stayed the night in your room, cuddling with you.

Short headcanons

If you tell him who hurt you, he’ll find the person and has a small talk with them.

If you don’t want to tell him, it’s okay. Will make sure to talk shit about him every time he gets a chance.

If you’re feeling down because of it, he’ll cuddle with you and pamper you.

Will stop calling you “shitty girl” and stuff like that if it makes you feel bad.

Will even stop screaming around you so much.

He’ll be so sweet to you after that incident. Will bring you breakfast to bed, hold your hand all the time, even call you some cute nicknames.

You’re going to wear his shirts and hoodies around him. Don’t you dare say no to him. Secretly, he’s feeling bad for reminding you of your ex and when you’re wearing his stuff, it’s like he’s always with you.

Don’t apologize for feeling down or not liking something. He hates it.

“Stop apologizing, dumbass, it’s fine.”

He just wants you to feel comfortable around him.

Sometimes he thinks you’re scared of him.

He's also scared of losing you, so make sure to show him affection and love. Poor boy needs it so much.

🍔 You stay the night, huddled together and safely get out the next day

🍕You stay the night but get into an argument before getting out safely the next day

🥞 You immediately get into an argument until he storms out and gets bitten

🍟 You stay the night and Shane kisses you for the first time. You get out safely the next day

🍩 You stay the night and decide to hook up and get out safely the next day

🍿You risk fighting the walkers instead of staying and get out safely

🥐 You risk fighting the walkers instead of staying but neither of you makes it