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Tickle Monster (The Little Mermaid Fanfic)

"Eric?"

Eric turned around, wooden spoon in hand and grinned at Ariel.

"Ariel, you're awake! I thought you were gonna sleep forever." He turned back to the steaming pot and stirred. "It's almost time for lunch!"

"Eric, you're cooking." Ariel marveled. Eric once again turned around, this time with a confused look on his face. He then raised up the wooden spoon and took a look at the pot in awe.

"I... no way! I really am cooking! How did this happen?" Ariel rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled. "I'm cooking you lunch because... well, I love you." He blushed. 

"What is it?" Ariel stepped closer. "It smells delicious."

"That's a surprise." Said Eric. "Now get out of the kitchen, little lady, before you spoil it." He playfully chased her with the wooden spoon and Ariel squealed with giggles, both her hands protectively on her bottom as she ran out of the huge room.

She went into the dining room, finding her mother-in-law already there, as well as Grimsby. 

"Ariel, did you know that Eric can cook?" Asked her mother-in-law and Ariel just shrugged as she sat down. 

"He says it's a surprise for me. Because he loves me." She blushed and her mother-in-law chuckled.

"Well, love can make you do crazy things." She said with a smile. 

"Actually, "Said Grimsby. "Eric's been cooking for a while. As a little boy he loved going down to the kitchen and watch the cooks. Unless he was in the water, which was almost all the time." He smiled at the memory. 

"Lunch is ready!" The door opened and Eric stepped in, carrying the pot which was still steaming. "Mushroom stew for all of you, thank me later." He put the pot down, rubbing his hands together. "Dig in, everyone! I made it with all the love I have." He winked at Ariel, making her blush again.

Ariel was the first one to taste the stew, her eyes widening at how delicious it was. Eric welcomed everyone's congratulations, letting out a content "mm" as he tasted it himself.

After lunch, Eric grabbed Ariel's hand and the both of them went down to the shore where it all started; it became their favorite spot overtime. Sitting next to each other, Eric turned to his wife, one eye closed because of the sun. 

"What were you thinking when you saved me?" He asked. "Weren't you scared of your father?"

"It all happened so fast." Ariel shook her head, smiling at Eric. "My father was the least of my worries. There was a handsome prince in the water, waiting for rescuing. I couldn't help myself."

"Lucky me." Answered Eric, putting an arm around Ariel's shoulder and kissing her cheek.

"Well, you might have not saved me from death but I'm lucky, too." Said Ariel, smiling up at her husband. "I live in a castle and have a personal cook who also happens to be my husband."

"I'm luckier." Insisted Eric. 

"No, I'm luckier." Opposed Ariel, and they both looked at each other at the same time. 

"Well, it looks like we disagree." Eric pulled away from her, a playful look in his eyes. "Tell you what. We wrestle; the winner is the luckiest."

Ariel rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh. 

"Eric, you're almost twice my size, I have a feeling you'd win."

The prince shrugged. 

"Yeah, alright. That wouldn't be fair." He thought a bit before his eyes lit up. "This, on the other hand, will be a fair fight."

Before Ariel knew it, Eric playfully wrestled her onto the sand and raised both his hands, wiggling his fingers in the air with an evil grin. Ariel frowned, not knowing what would come next. Soon enough though, Eric's fingers danced along her sides and belly. Ariel stayed quiet, confused still. Surely Eric was trying to get some kind of a reaction out of her; what that was though, she didn't know. 

"Ariel?" Asked Eric, his hands stopping. "Are you not ticklish?" He asked, then sat on his feet. "You're not ticklish!" He said in disbelief. 

"Ticklish?" Ariel asked, sitting up as well. "What's that?"

Eric seemed even more confused. 

"You don't know what ticklish means?" He asked, then thought a bit. "Well, I guess you grew up under the sea... maybe mermaids aren't ticklish." Ariel frowned and Eric smiled at her. "You see, tickling is a sort of game. Or torture, depending on the situation. You dig your fingers into the victim's armpits, sides, ribs or belly and they laugh uncontrollably. It's fun if you don't overdo it."

Ariel looked down, thinking about what she just heard. Then slowly, a creepy smile made its way on her face. Eric looked at her warily.

"Just before you tackled me, you said it would be a fair fight... which means you..." She raised her brows. "You're ticklish."

"Well, I... I..." Eric stammered, blushing. "I..."

"Yes?" Asked Ariel as she slowly climbed closer to him, making him back up.

"Ariel..." His voice, to Ariel's amusement, was slightly fearful. "Just wait a second before you-Ariel!"

He soon found himself lying on the ground, Ariel above him, smiling devilishly.

"Ariel..." He tried again but realized there was no going back now. I'm dead, he thought just before he was attacked. He immediately started giggling, his limbs flailing in all directions.

"Ariel, stop!" Eric remembered a few tickle fights from his childhood and knew that begging never worked, but it was worth a try. Maybe Ariel would make an exception. "Please stop!"

"Never!" Ariel chuckled along with him and did as Eric told her, her fingers scanning his upper body quickly and sneakily. Eric's laughter was the best thing she'd ever heard; it reminded her of music, beautiful music. And while she had a feeling that this was more fun for her than it was for him, she couldn't stop just yet. Not when she was having so much fun. 

"A-a-ariel!" Eric continued laughing, weakly reaching out to stop her hands but her fingers always found a new, unprotected spot. "S-s-stop! I'm begging you!"

"Begging me, huh?" Ariel stopped for a moment but held both of his shoulders firmly, making sure he didn't escape just yet. "That's nice. But I have other spots to check."

"Wait, what other spots do you-nooo!" Eric threw his head back with laughter as Ariel squeezed both of his thighs, resisting the urge to squeal in sweet agony. "N-not there!"

"Not where?" Ariel repeated her previous move, eliciting the kind of belly laughter that sounded like it was coming from a baby rather than a grown man. "Well, well, well. Sounds like I found a sweet spot."

Eric's laughter continued as Ariel reached down to tickle his feet, and that's when he had enough. 

"N-no! Nooo!" He suddenly jumped up; it was easier now that Ariel wasn't towering over him. He made a run for it but didn't make it far; he could soon feel Ariel grab onto his leg and he fell face down in the sand. "Ariel, stop! Have mercy!"

"Soon, my prince, very soon." She turned him over and and towered over him again, noticing the buttons on his shirt had come undone. "I have an idea. It might work or it might not, but I have a feeling that the possibility is worth to explore." When she opened Eric's shirt fully, she was met with a gaze of unmistakable horror. 

"No, Ariel, anything but that! Please!" He was already giggling and Ariel smiled down at him. 

"Don't worry, it'll be over in a second." She leaned down and stuck her open lips against his bare belly. And then, she blew as hard as she could. It made a funny noise but it was nothing compared to Eric's reaction; he practically squealed. 

"E-e-enough!" He kicked weakly, wheezing with laughter as Ariel did the same on his ribs and finally his sides. "I'm gonna wee my pants! I'm gonna wee my pants!"

Ariel immediately stopped, looking down at him strangely. Eric's head fell back onto the ground in relief as he took deep breaths, a grin remaining on his face.

"That... excuse... always... works..." He panted.

"So you just said it to make me stop?" Ariel raised her brows and Eric quickly sat up, grabbing both her wrists firmly, but not painfully. 

"Yes, but please don't continue or I might actually wee myself." He giggled and Ariel smiled at him. 

"No more tickles, it's over. Calm down, it's over."

"Oh my God." He fell back on the ground, still breathing a bit heavily. "I created a monster."

Ariel chuckled and laid down beside him, kissing his shoulder. 

"So who's the luckiest?" She challenged him and Eric broke into a smile. 

"You are, you are." He held up his hands in defense. "In fact you're double-lucky since you're not ticklish. Which is, by the way a grave injustice and not fair at all."

"Well, from what it seemed like it's more a of a torture than a game so yeah, I feel lucky." Said Ariel. "And you can't even get back at me."

"No?" Asked Eric, sitting up with an evil grin of his own. "Watch this!"

Before Ariel could respond, she found herself thrown over Eric's shoulder like a light sack of potatoes and soon enough Eric was knee deep in the sea. 

"Take that!" He laughed triumphantly as he threw her into the water, then proceeded to splash her as she resurfaced. "Take that and that!"

A while later all that could be heard was joyous laughter and the sound of a splashing battle raging; only one could be victor. 

It was one of the best days Eric ever had. 

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That Time Jim Parsons Spanked Mayim Bialik - But It's Jonah Hauer-King and Halle Bailey - Written From The POV Of Halle (Fanfic)

Well, this was strange... but not unpleasant.

Once again, I was lying over Jonah's knee, getting my ass whooped. For anyone who doesn't know, this is much like a radioplay; you have to have a technique when it comes to spanking - or making any kind of noise. The producers have only decided about 20 minutes ago that the spanking was going to be on camera. Now, Jonah and I did practice - off-camera though. Which meant we could make any face we wanted. I, of course had to pretend to enjoy it, making "ooh" and "whoo" noises, so my face was all smiles. Jonah's, on the other hand was all worries - he had been so scared of hurting me that one time, a producer took him aside and told him he had to spank me harder, the noise had to believable. He came back extremely nervous and no matter how many times I tried to ensure him that it was okay, I'd survive, we had to do take after take because he just couldn't hold it together.

Meanwhile, I was getting... hornier and hornier. Sure, the spanks stung, especially after the 10th take, and I was sure my ass was going to be red by the time we were finished, but I couldn't let anyone know my moans were not at all faked.

Jonah knows me so well, he once gave me a strange look - he probably noticed at least one of my moans were real.

We had been together for years - ever since my character appeared on The Big Bang Theory. The others still don't know, which is a relief.

"Action!"

Jonah took a deep breath and raised his hand; just a second later his hand came down on my bottom, not very hard but definitely firm.

"Ooh!" Came my reaction and I could hear Jonah giggle, more out of embarrasment than anything else.

"I can't do it. I'm sorry."

I sighed and turned around to see him smile meekly while the crew laughed, pretending to be annoyed with him.

"I'm sorry." He rubbed my back gently, an apologetic smile on his lips. I could tell he wanted to rub my bottom more than anything but resisted - after all, that would have been inappropriate in front of our colleagues. I cracked a smile, too. "I'm sorry." He repeated softly.

"Come on, Jonah, get yourself together! You've got a human over your lap, not a punching bag!" Shouted one of the producers, not angry but frustrated. Jonah's face turned beet red and nodded.

"I know, I'm sorry. Last take, I promise." He gulped and tried to put on his strictest face - something I found very attractive. Then again, what didn't I find attractive about this man? He was a smokeshow.

"Alright, take 11. And... action!"

Another spank landed on my butt and I reacted accordingly. I waited for the next one but it didn't come; I slowly looked back at Jonah who had his face in both of his hands.

"Jonah!" I tried not to laugh but failed as he looked down at me miserably, this time sitting me up and engulfing me in a hug.

"Aw, I'm so sorry. You must be so sore, I'm sorry."

I continued giggling, returning his embrace. To be fair, I was sore but my panties were wet, I could feel it.

"Take 12. Jonah, if you fuck this up you and Halle are switching places." Said a director, which made everyone burst out laughing. Jonah's face screamed "I'd like nothing more" but he only nodded and once again put on his serious face.

"Action!"

"Ooh!" I moaned as Jonah spanked, the stinging slap echoing through the room.

"Excuse me." He looked down at me, managing to keep a straight face. "You're not supposed to be enjoying this."

I turned back, biting down on my bottom lip.

"Then maybe you should spank me harder."

He pretended to think.

"Maybe I will." He spanked me again, harder this time.

"Whoo!" Came my response.

"And... cut! Good job, everyone, take twenty!"

Jonah helped me up and once again hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear.

"Meet you in my trailer?"

"Yeah." I replied, smiling up at him as he left the room. I waited about two minutes before going after him, making sure no one saw me.

I opened his trailer door and he immediately turned around, running up to me.

"Oh good, you're here." His voice was full of relief before he came closer and gently cupped my face in his hands.

"Are you okay? Tell me the truth. Does it hurt?"

I giggled, taking one of his hands and kissing his palm.

"Jonah, you've been spanking me for the last ten minutes, what do you think? I'm okay though. I told you, I'll survive."

"So it does hurt?" He looked like a puppy that's just been kicked and I sighed. "Let me see. Please?"

"Jonah..."

"Just let me see. I wanna see what I've done."

"Fine." I replied and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the couch. He sat down and helped me over his knee for for the hundredth time today. I raised my hips, helping him pull up my dress, revealing my thong - and basically my entire bottom. Wanting to see the results myself, I looked back.

"Oh my God, Halle." Jonah ran a hand over my bottom, then began to rub it with the outmost gentleness. "It's so warm and red. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't keep it together."

Indeed, my butt was red and stinging, but it felt amazing.

"Hey, feel something else." I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. Just a second later, I could hear him gasp.

"Halle, you're... oh my God, you're so wet. Don't tell me you actually enjoyed it."

"Why, is that such a big problem?" I giggled, looking back at him. His face was red as a cherry.

"Well... yes!" He replied, continuing to rub my bottom. "Getting wet from a spank or two is normal, but this? This is painful! This looks painful!"

"There's a difference between pain and stinging." I tried to explain but he cut me off.

"No, stinging is a kind of pain!" He shook his head. I remained silent, not knowing what to say. About five seconds later, I could hear him let out a laugh and looked back at him. He looked less guilty now and more intrigued.

"You... what other secrets are you hiding from me? Please tell me you don't like feet. I have ugly toes."

"Ew!" I giggled. "Jonah!"

"Well, how would I know?!" He chuckled, too. "I spent the last 10 minutes whooping you and it turns out you enjoyed it, which is... weird, but also extremely sexy, who knows what else you're into?" He gently pulled my thong down and slipped a finger between my legs, making me moan out loud.

"Jonah..." I tried to say something else but couldn't concentrate. It's hard when the man of your dreams is about to finger you.

"Shh." He whispered. "We've got time."

I moaned as he slipped another finger in my vagina, gently rubbing my clit in circles.

"Oh my God, Jonah..." I practically melted under his gentle administration.

"There's no way I'm spanking you again as hard as I did... but if it really turns you on, I can give you a few light slaps to make this go easier." His voice was deep and husky and I suddenly felt like the whole world was spinning. My crotch was aching in the best way possible.

"Yes, please." I breathed and just a second later, I could feel a light smack on my left ass cheek; it left a slight tingling sensation but nothing more.

"Ah." I reacted, lifting my hips. "More." Was all I could say and soon enough, he spanked me again with the same strength, alternating cheeks. I gasped and moaned, wanting more and more. His long fingers were still delicately at work; I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Jonah..." I sighed, squirming ever-so-slightly. "Jonah..."

"That's right, say my name. I love hearing it." His voice was soft.

"I'm cumming..." I announced and Jonah increased the strength and tempo of the spanks a little; his fingers fastened as well.

"Oh my God, Jonah!" I slammed my hand over my mouth to cover the scream the wanted to escape so badly and heard him chuckle. He made sure I enjoyed my orgasm to the fullest before he pulled his fingers out of me, his other hand rubbing my bottom to relieve any possible sting.

"Come here." He said gently lifting me up and sitting me up, my bottom between his knees just in case I was still sore. He kissed me, his tongue sliding in-between my lips and I kissed him back, gently biting down on his bottom lip.

He laughed as I reached for his belt, pushing my hands away and kissing my cheek.

"We don't have time for that, unfortunately." He looked at me, scanning my face with the type of smile that showed his dimples. "I love you so much, Halle."

"I love you more, Jonah." I whispered and kissed him again. His lips were soft and delicious; I couldn't get enough of him.

"Alright, you little freak." He broke the kiss with a chuckle and looked down at his watch. "It's time for us to head back." He offered a hand to help me stand up, then gently pulled up my panties and smoothed down my dress.

He opened his trailer's door and looked left and right before giving me another light spank to get me moving.

"Hey!" I chuckled.

"You know you liked it." He winked as we headed back to the set, resisting the urge to hold hands.

"It's not fair to use it against me." I pouted, making it very obvious that I was joking.

"My apologies." He once again put on his serious face. "I'll be on my best behaviour. Until tonight, that is." He winked again, and our ways parted, but not before I had the chance to give him a spank of my own.

"Hey!" He turned around, playfully rubbing his bottom. "You're getting that back, little lady."

"Oh, I'm counting on it." I winked as well and and watched him walk away with a huge grin on my face.

I couldn't wait to get off set.